#there was a game and i put on deodorant before coming here

[burrythebusy]

Im sorry i cannot get over the ssmy vol 9 hrkg extra(s). Like. Leave it to Hirano to somehow comment on Kagiura's use of DEODORANT

[hxneyfarm]

here, have a little modern steddie meet-cute. meet-ugly, maybe? idk. 1k words, mostly dialogue

"uber for, uh," the guy in the beemer at the curb looks at the phone in his hand, "eddie m.?"

"hey, that's my name!" eddie shouts, stumbling toward the car. the world is tipping sideways a little, but it's been a good night.

he wrenches open the passenger side door and slides in.

"cool if i sit up front, man? i get motion sickness sitting in the back, and you would not like me when i'm motion sick."

"uh, sure?"

eddie pulls the door closed behind him and says, "so what's your name, pretty boy?"

"you don't check the app before getting into some random guy's car?" the guy asks with a huff.

"oh, no, i never order these things for myself." eddie laughs. he tries to think back, remember how many jameson shots he put back tonight. can't. oh, well. "my roommate always sets it up beforehand when i come down to the styx for a show."

"a show? like a concert?"

"uh, no. drag show. styx is a gay bar." the guy's quiet at that. "that a problem? still dunno your name."

"oh. steve," the guy - steve - says shortly. "no, it just... looks more like a... metal bar, or something."

"sometimes things are both, can you believe it! they do a drag show last wednesday of every month. good show tonight, all the girls looked great." he kicks his feet up on the dashboard of the car, watches steve's eyes cut sideways at them as he does. "do you like drag shows, steve?"

he's testing the waters, feeling steve out to see if he should be worried about getting into some random guy's car outisde a gay bar with a dead phone. eddie's definitely had a little too much tonight. he's probably got glitter in his hair. there's definitely black lipstick smeared across his cheek from when allison chaynz planted one on him earlier during her set.

"only been to a few, but yeah. they're a good time. good show."

safe, then. tentatively.

eddie studies steve for a moment, trying to figure him out. he's got this thing he does sometimes, in an uber; eddie's an easy read - he gets into an uber and the driver immediately flips their spotify over to a metal playlist.

the driver's are usually easy to read too, and it's eddie's favorite game; he tends to know when he's got a country boy behind the wheel, or an emo transplant from the mid aughts, or the indie girlies with their iced coffees and perpetual dark undereye circles that all the concealer in the world can't hide.

the guy looks like he wears teenage boy deodorant and smells like repressed trauma. he has the indie girlie dark circles under his eyes, an apple watch strapped to his wrist. rich boy. drives a beemer. good hair, stupid highlights. there's a tube of burt's bees cherry lip balm in the center console and a days old energy drink in the cupholder.

"hmmm, the front bottoms," he decides at last, after staring at steve for what must have been an uncomfortably long time.

"i'm sorry?"

"i said, the front bottoms."

"is that a... what's the word... a euphemism?"

"no, steeeeve. it's a band. check 'em out sometime, your daddy issues'll thank you. do you like music, steve?"

"sure."

eddie clicks his tongue. "smells like bullshit. no one who likes music says sure when someone asks if they like music."

they're stopped at a stoplight. from behind the wheel, steve is studying him right back, looking him up and down, his gaze coming to rest once again on eddie's shoes on the dash.

"get your feet down," steve says, pushing at eddie's shins. "do you have any idea how dangerous that is?"

"fine, fine. so if you don't listen to music, steve, what do you listen to in this fancy bmw?"

"sports, mostly," steve shrugs. "podcasts sometimes."

"oh, boy, you are a walking red flag, aren't you? shame you're so pretty."

"well what about you? what do you listen to?"

"guess."

"i dunno, probably that metal shit. five finger whatever, or something."

eddie presses his hand to his chest. "five finger - oh, stevie, i am wounded. i wouldn't be caught dead listening to bro rock."

out of the corner of his eye, he definitely catches a smile from steve.

steve holds an aux cable out to him. "here, then. wow me. show me some real metal or whatever."

"god, i'd love to take you up on that," eddie says, huffing out a little laugh. he holds his phone up. "this sucker's been dead for hours."

this time steve's the one to click his tongue. "shame."

"truly. so what's your story, steven? what's got you out at three in the morning?"

"it's my night off," steve shrugs. "just started night shift at the hospital, trying to get used to the new sleep schedule."

"mmm, the hospital. you a nurse?"

"i am. trauma nurse."

"nice. ever see any gnarly injuries?"

"had a pretty fucked up dog bite come in the other night."

"shit."

"yeah." another stoplight, another unsubtle once over from steve. "so what about you? what do you do?"

"line cook."

steve's eyes linger on him a little longer than necessary. "oh, but i'm the walking red flag. got it."

"whoa," eddie laughs. "what's that supposed to mean?"

"i've dated line cooks. everyone's dated a line cook."

"sounds like something a slut would say, steve. craziest dick you've ever had, huh?"

"mmm."

it's not a denial.

they're getting close to eddie's building now, and that's an actual shame. because steve's cute. he needs a haircut maybe, and the stubble around his mouth and chin is just on the wrong side of five o'clock shadow, but he's got these distracting little moles along his face and neck and arm that eddie's been itching to play connect the dots with since he got in the car.

"wait, i know this building," steve says as he slows at the curb and looks at the address on his phone again. "my roommate's girlfriend lives in this building."

it clicks into place, then, for eddie.

"oh, shit! you're robin's steve!"

steve's eyebrows draw together as he gapes at eddie, and then his eyes go wide with realization. "chrissy's ed?"

"eddie," he corrects. "gotta be a level twenty friend to call me ed. and chrissy's the only level twenty friend i'll ever have."

"noted. good to finally meet you, man. i, uh. i guess this is you, then, huh?"

"yeah, sure is. maybe i'll see ya around." eddie goes to get out of the car.

"oh, you will," steve says, his smile lopsided and goofy. "i'll make sure of it."

"hold ya to it," eddie promises with a wink.

steve wiggles his fingers in a flirtatious wave as eddie walks backward on the sidewalk toward his building.

so robin's steve is cute. maybe he should have been letting chrissy set them up this whole time.

still. sports and podcasts. guy's a walking red flag. who knows, maybe they're green. eddie's never been able to see the difference anyway.

[redxwater]

Waiting Room (Chapter 1)

Leon Kennedy x F!Reader

(Warnings chapter 1 : depression, anxiety, harsh language.)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2,

° - ° - ° - ° - ° - ° - ° - ° - ° - ° - ° - ° - ° - ° - ° - ° - ° - °

“Yeah, no i’ll be fine Claire. Call you later” a young blonde boy spoke through the phone. Call connected to Washington D.C from NYC. On the other line in the capital was a younger woman. “Okay, text me if there’s anything!” The brunette girl smiled before hanging up. Claire was Leon’s best friend, but she isn’t always capable of helping him. She tries her best though.

Leon didn’t want a foster family, even if it was for the better. He lived with Claire’s family for a few months before getting a scholarship in a music major. He tells himself he’s lucky, in a way… Claire has known him for 4 years, since they were freshmen. Her family loved Leon, sometimes they hoped they would end up together, but they never did.

With a deep sigh, he rolled out of bed and put on the jeans that were on the floor, and a sweater. He threw on his old white sneakers and put some deodorant on. He grabbed his phone and headphones and was out the door.

He didn’t brush his hair, he hadn’t for 3 days. He stuffed some gum in his mouth and spat it out 5 minutes later, before heading into english class. He had been at college for a month, it wasn’t that bad, but he thinks it is. Everything sucks. Literally everything. Depression was something he struggled with even before he lost his parents. He tried therapy for a long while but didn’t feel like it worked.

Leon is a quiet observer, he knows most people in his classes. Well their names at least, today was no different. Despite his depression his grades are peaked, he has the same routine everyday and that includes school work. “Leon Kennedy?” the professor went through the absence list. He sticks his hand in the air and puts it down again. The man in front of the class nods and goes on until it’s done.

English was boring, Leon always has been a very smart kid. But maybe that was a good thing right now too. He didn’t have too put too much effort into everything.

The blonde boy hadn’t shared a dorm for a few weeks, he didn’t expect anyone to move in by now but when he opens his door at the end of the day, he’s surprised by boxes everywhere. He just tries to ignore it and grabs a glass of water.

Leon dials Claires number and waits for her to pick up “Hey what’s up?” The other line speaks. “I think i got a roommate, there’s boxes everywhere” he says while sitting on the small kitchen counter. “Oh cool! Are they nice?” She asks with enthusiasm, hoping Leon could make some friends, maybe. “Dunno, maybe. Haven’t met them yet. But it’s a mess here and i don’t like it” he mumbles a bit while inspecting the boxes in the room.

Leon has always been quite neat if it comes to anything but his bedroom. His bedroom is a mess, not disgusting but just a mess. “Can’t you put it all in their room?” She asks sounding a bit crisp through he phone. “Why would i? It’s not my shit. I’m just gonna be in my room.” He says and abruptly hangs up. He’s not annoyed about sharing a dorm. He doesn’t care. As long as they acknowledge each other’s presence and keep things to as much as a “hi” there should be no problem.

Leon settles behind his desk in his room and does some homework before playing a few games. Around 7 he goes out the door, there’s still boxes. Where could that roommate be?

“Oh shit i’m sorry!” A girl bumps into Leon in front of the dorm room he came out of. “Oh you’re my roommate!” You exclaim. “Right.” Leon dryly replies. You tell him your name and stick out your hand for the blonde guy shake. “Leon.” He shakes your hand. “Can you sort those boxes out?” He asks with an annoyed tone “Oh yeah totally” you smile and go into the dorm. “See you later, Leon” you close the door and Leon walks away.

You spend all evening unpacking and put stuff everywhere around the dorm. You accidentally open the door to Leons room, thinking it was the bathroom. The room is dark, it smells fine. Mostly like men’s deodorant. Even in the dark you see clothes everywhere on the floor. You shrug your shoulders, you’re not the neatest either.

After 2 hours Leon returns and looks slightly surprised for a second to see you. He’s not used to living with someone in his dorm. He doesn’t say anything and just walks by to his room. Before he can enter you speak “where did you go?” You ask trying to get to know him a bit. “Doesn’t matter” he cuts off and closes his door. Weird guy, you think. But there’s something about him, you just know.

-

Thanks for the votes on my poll pookies!! Hope u like it

[montrealmadison]

in your palace warm, mighty king

okay i’ve recently found myself on angel tree tiktok. if you’re unfamiliar with the concept, basically, some stores will put out a tree around the holidays with gift tags for anonymous local kids, and people coming in to do their own shopping can take a tag off the tree and buy kids gifts off their wishlists for the store to pass off to them. (the linked video shows it in action!)

anyway this got me thinking about jack zimmermann at the beginning of his career. he has been fabulously wealthy and privileged for his whole life, but he’s only recently started earning a massive salary of his own and has no real idea of what to spend it on. he’s comfortable. he has a car and a nice apartment and an engagement ring hidden somewhere in said apartment. he knows he should probably donate to a worthwhile cause, but he hasn’t figured out what.

one day, though, bitty’s visiting for the weekend and comes to the store with him, and right there in the entryway, he just… stops. jack doesn’t notice and consequently almost runs him over with the cart.

“you alright? careful, eh?”

bitty does not respond, because he’s looking at the tree.

“bud?”

jack follows his gaze. it really doesn’t look like much. it’s fake, unlit, and has seen better days if the way it’s a little flattened on one side is anything to go by. there is an equally squashed-looking stuffed snowman sat on the floor next to it. it’s the kind of thing your eyes slide over easily, hurrying from one place to another. blink and you’ll miss it.

bitty isn’t blinking.

“lord, i haven’t seen one of these in years,” he says. his voice is soft. he still isn’t looking at jack. “do you know what it is?”

jack doesn’t, so bitty explains. and when they inch closer, jack sees that all the ornaments he thought were plain paper before are actually printed with ages, shoe sizes, requests for warm coats and toys and cute jeans and deodorant. here and there is a specific wish—a bluetooth speaker. a particular board game. one kid, age eight, is fervently hoping for a bike.

and—okay. here’s the thing. they’ve been together for more than a year, and bitty is pretty willing to go along with jack’s desire to spoil him. but although he’s so open and accepting when jack wants to kiss him, or cook dinner for a change, or lay him out on their bed and make him feel good—he will always, always get uncomfortable where significant amounts of money are involved. it was the subject of the one and only fight that sent them to bed still heated. the fundamental difference between their upbringings is the hardest for them to grasp: jack has never known a life without plenty. and bitty—

“i think my parents put me on one,” bitty says. “the year we moved back to madison, after—”

the closet looms between them, black and yawning.

“well. you know. coach had to leave a good job in lawrenceville. took us a while to get back on our feet, i think. and that year, they couldn’t—i mean, i heard them talking at night about how we might not be able to make christmas work, when they thought i couldn’t hear them. but i still wrote my letter to santa, and there were a couple presents when i woke up christmas morning, so.” he scuffs one shoe on the industrial carpet. “maybe an angel sent ‘em.”

the words make something sizzle down jack’s spine and settle low in his gut. he steps forward, reaches out, turns over the nearest tag.

boy, age 11. shoe size: 8. wishlist: sneakers, earbuds, basketball, patriots merch, chapter books. loves fantasy and mythology.

once upon a time, jack spent three months in a rehab center designed specifically for the privacy needs of celebrity clients. his parents footed the bill, had the windows on all their cars tinted for him to hide behind when he got out. at the same time, thousands of miles away, bitty sat at the top of the stairs in his parents’ house and listened to them wonder if they could afford to keep the magic of christmas alive another year.

people are stepping around them to get out of the cold, now, their eyes skipping right over the tree and the boys in front of it. once upon a time, strangers on the street picked apart jack’s overdose like a piece of tabloid gossip. strangers on the street made sure a thirteen-year-old kid had something to unwrap with his family on christmas morning.

“bits?”

bitty sniffles, swipes at one eye with the sleeve of his sweater. “yeah?”

jack lifts the tag gently off its branch, catches bitty’s gaze. bitty’s intake of breath is so sharp it’s audible over the music playing overhead. do you see what i see?

“what do you think? wanna go get us another cart?”

[pedrisbanana]

Pedri rough smut? 🤍

Took this opportunity to write one of my own ideas.

Get excited for Pedri receiving a red card from Referee!Reader leading to rough post match sex in the locker room.

Enjoy 🍌

Red Card

The match became increasingly rougher and dirtier, it was El Clasico after all. Skip to the 84th minute and both teams remained tied at 1-1.  Suddenly you saw Pedri foul Asensio near the penalty box. The midfielder hit Asensio foot up in the knee, blocking his opportunity to score.

You whistled, pausing the game. Pedri helped up Asensio, who luckily didn't seem to show any kind of injury. Some Real players started talking at you, demanding a red card. Contemplating for a second, you reached for the pocket on your black shorts and pulled out the red card. Pedri did kick him in the knee foot up, so you had to sent him off the pitch.

You held the card up facing Pedri, who raised his eyebrows in disbelief. He covered his red, sweaty face with his hands. You must admit, Pedri sure was one of the more attractive footballers, still looking hot, all sweaty and blushed from the exhaustion.

"Puta madre" You heard him say or at least you thought so, because a very angry Gavi was bitching at you about your decision. He looked kinda funny with his big doe eyes and boyish face, getting all riled up about it. Gavi reminded you of a little Angry Bird from the phone game.

Making sure Pedri left the pitch, you turned to face the coaching zone. The Barca player was already on his way inside, taking big steps, obviously still angry about the situation.

Luckily, the match went on without any further interruptions, well, after you showed Gavi a yellow for constantly complaining. He sure was annoying for 5'8.

Neither of the teams managed to score another goal. Staying on the pitch to greet the coaches and some of the benched players, you were looking for Pedri. You wanted to talk to him about the situation to avoid misunderstandings and possible grudges.

You always did that after making decisions which could impact the match, but the midfielder was nowhere to be seen. He probably stayed in the locker room, so you decided to pass him there later.

After you took a shower and put your normal clothing back on in the changing rooms for the refs, you made your way over to the Barcelona locker room. You had passed Gavi on the way, who was waiting for Pedri.

"You can go inside, I think he's only packing his bag. Pedri always needs that long when he's picked for the doping test." the young talent told you. Thanking him, you softly knocked on the door, before stepping inside.

The room smelled like damp air, sweat and deodorant. You didn't see Pedri, but you heard a shower running. A blush crept to your cheeks at the thought of walking in on him naked.

You wanted to leave, when the sound of water stopped.

„Ah, my lovely Referee" his voice echoed through the room. You could tell he was still angry, but the way he said the word Referee, almost mockingly, made him seem almost amused.

You turned to reply something about respect, but your words got stuck in your throat. Pedri came out of the shower with a towel around his waist. Well, that was until he took said towel to dry his wet hair.

Pedri Gonzalez had no shame standing stark naked in front of you. You eyes darted down his defined V line to the nest of dark locks decorating his limp manhood.

„Cariño, did you want something or did you come here to stare at my cock" he asked you, hands still occupied with the towel.

Taken aback by his boldness, you finally looked away. Collecting yourself, you replied: „ I wanted to talk to you about the situation earlier and see how you feel about it, but I guess the timing's bad"

Pedri discarded the towel in one of the bins under the table where you stood. You could feel the warmth radiating off his freshly showered body on your arm.

„There's nothing to talk about. I fouled him & got red. My fault. My consequences. I just hope I won't be banned for more than 2 matches"

You smiled, glad that he was obviously mad at himself, but fully understanding your decision. The midfielder scanned you with his eyes, making you feel uncomfortable. If that was even possible considering that he still had no clothes on and stood less than 20 cm close to you.

Speaking of 20cm, you thought to yourself, his 20 cm were definitely going to appear in your dreams tonight. You shook your head. Silly thoughts.

„But if there's anything to talk about it's your little uniform. I could see the lines of your thong through the shorts when you bent down to mark the freekick. Made it really hard to concentrate." Pedri's face was only inches away from yours now, his breath hot on your cheek.

You clenched your thighs, feeling a slight wetness. Normally, you had a strict no footballer rule. Romantically or Sexually. But normally Pedri Gonzalez didn't stand next to you completely naked.

It was important to you to be respected in your job, especially because you are a woman. For the way Pedri talked to you, you should've scolded him with a lesson on behavior.

You didn't, instead, you stared back into his chocolate brown eyes, knowing well how much his brazenness turned you on.

„You know when you showed me the red card, I wanted to rip those black shorts off your body, make you kneel on all fours on the grass and see if you could take my cock. The small blush on your face whenever you looked at me told me you weren't as neutral as you should've been and it made me painfully hard."

He lured you in with his words like they were a spell, hypnotizing you. You barely noticed how he trapped you between his body and the table. His cock was now stiff, its head proudly looking up.

Your nipples strained against the cotton of your tanktop, revealing the effect Pedri's words had on you.

„So if you really want to reflect on the situation with me-„ The midfielder leaned close to your face, one of his hands grabbing your jaw. His touched burned. „-you should get on those knees-„ your breathing became erratic. His index finger traced your bottom lip roughly, making you open your mouth a little. „- open up and swallow my cock"

Pedri now had two of his fingers knuckle deep in between your lips, pressing down on your tongue. Spit ran from the corners of your mouth, staining your top.

„Then you'll know how I feel about the situation"

You could feel his hard erection against your stomach. Your panties were so wet, you probably already stained your sweatpants. 

Pedri's other hand gave your shoulder a slight push, hinting you to kneel in front of him. His fingers still in your mouth, you sucked them.

Before he let go of your now red and puffy face, he took your hair into a ponytail held by his fist.

His wet fingers stimulated his dick with a few strokes in front of your face. He groaned when you first started to tease his head with your tongue.

Pedri let you take over, allowing you to bob your head back and forth, adjusting to his size in your mouth, before he pulled your hair.

You moaned around his pulsing member, enjoying the pain on your scalp. After a few more tugs, he started thrusting his hips against the movement of your head. His pace was fast, so you steadied yourself by holding onto his strong thighs. You couldn't help but notice them in the match earlier as well, when he took a sprint or tried to score.

He obviously enjoyed the sight of you gagging when you didn't relax your throat, because he groaned your name whenever it happened.

With a harsh tug on your hair, Pedri moved your lips from his erect manhood. Being sort of glad, because your jaw started to hurt from the stretch.

„Pedri...please fuck me" Settling onto your feet again, you looked at him. Your clit almost hurt from being neglected and your nipples begged for attention.

It was unfair, while you probably looked like a mess, begging him to fuck you, Pedri wasn't even out of breath. The only hint being a slight redness spreading under his eyes and the sweat covering his skin.

He smirked, lifting you onto the table before sliding  your sweatpants to your ankles. His hands took in your body, touch burning your skin like fire.

When he reached the hem of your tanktop, his eyes lit up. Slowly revealing your bare chest to him, he made quick work of throwing it somewhere behind him.

You shrieked as he bit into your left nipple, quickly soothing the pain by licking and sucking the sensitive bud. Your hands found their way over his broad shoulders into his still damp hair, pulling and tugging.

After giving your other breasts almost the same attention, his lips moved to yours. Hands cupping your ass cheeks, he pressed you to himself, taking you into a kiss that left you breathless.

Now your clothed core was rubbing against his erection, seeking friction and desperately clenching around nothing. You reached down and pulled your panties to the side, so that you could line him up to your entrance.

Pedri hissed into your mouth, as he entered you. You couldn't help but arch your back into his chest, but your sweatpants kept you from your legs wrapping around his hips.

No man had ever made you feel like this. His pace was fast but rhythmic, always finding the right spot.

Your kisses turned sloppy, if you could even call them kisses. One of his hands moved to rub your clit, making you clench around him. A sweet warmth spread through your body.

Your orgasmed washed over you in waves. You had never experienced one this intense. Pedri's kisses swallowed your pleas of his name.

You leaned back on your elbows and watched how Pedri slowed his thrusts, seeking his own release. He started to play with one of your nipples, making you groan, which spurred him on even more. You toyed with the other and whined in protest when the footballer pulled out to stroke himself.

He released himself on your chest, groaning in Spanish. Locking eyes with him, you smiled.

„My sweet Referee" Pedri walked over to his locker to grab a towel. „Let's hope you'll referee more of my matches in the future."

A/N: Poor Gavi is still outside waiting for his personal driver.

I had fun writing this and I hope you had even more fun reading it <3

Also the red card scene was inspired by Keven Schlotterbeck, who ripped his jersey in half seeing a red card in the match FC Augsburg vs Union Berlin in 2019. (It was really hot).

[sunsetkerr]

BEFORE A GAME WITH Y/N L/N | s.kerr

summary: netball australia releases a video with you (and sam) before a game. [1k words]

pairing: netball!reader x sam kerr

notes: another netball!reader because I love her

[OPENING SHOT OF Y/N'S HOME IN ADELAIDE. A MAGPIE SITS IN A TREE, CALLING OUT]

6:28AM, Y/N L/N'S HOME

THE MORNING OF ADELAIDE THUNDERBIRDS VS. MELBOURNE VIXENS

[SHOT OF Y/N'S BEDROOM WINDOW, THE SUN IS BEGINNING TO RISE. Y/N’S VOICEOVER BEGINS]

Y/N L/N: So, it's around 6:30 in the morning right now. Today is game day, we're playing melbourne and I have to be at the stadium by- (Y/N LOOKS DOWN AT HER PHONE, BLINKING A FEW TIMES) -9:30 for strat.

INTERVIEWER: Are you tired?

(Y/N LAUGHS, EXHALING THROUGH HER NOSE)

Y/N L/N: So tired.

Y/N L/N: I like to let sam sleep when I have to be up early.

[CLIP OF Y/N BRUSHING SAM'S HAIR OUT OF HER FACE AS SHE SLEEPS. SHORT CLIPS OF Y/N PULLING HER KIT OUT OF THE CUPBOARD, QUIETLY AS TO NOT WAKE HER GIRLFRIEND UP]

Y/N L/N: She flew in from Brisbane last night. (Y/N PAUSES TO MAKE SURE SAM IS STILL SLEEPING) Got in around midnight. So she needs a good sleep. (SMILES AT SAM)

[Y/N'S KITCHEN; Y/N SITTING AT THE KITCHEN BENCH, STILL IN HER PYJAMAS]

Y/N L/N: Game days I eat a big-ish breakfast. Some times we do team breakfasts if it's an earlier match, but we start at 6 tonight- so I'm eating here.

[CLIPS OF Y/N MAKING BREAKFAST; CEREAL AND YOGURT, MIXED NUTS ON TOP]

Y/N L/N: My grandad, well my Pa, used to have this cereal and when I was in juniors, I would eat it before my games. So now that I'm old (LAUGHING) and live out of home, he misses the cereal with the nuts and drops it off every month.

[PICTURES OF Y/N AND HER PA, OLD AND NEW]

Y/N L/N: He doesn't really like netball, but he watches it for me.

[Y/N EATING HER BREAKFAST QUIETLY AT THE BENCH, TRYING NOT TO LAUGH WITH HER MOUTH FULL]

Y/N L/N: (SWALLOWS BEFORE SPEAKING) I feel very strange with you all watching me eat.

[B-ROLL FOOTAGE; Y/N SAT EATING, PANS TO CREW FILMING HER. LAUGHTER FROM BEHIND THE CAMERA]

(SAM WALKS INTO THE KITCHEN, PAUSES WHEN SHE SEES THE CREW. LAUGHTER EMITS FROM Y/N AND FROM THE CREW]

SAM KERR: Um.. (PAUSES) What the *BEEP* is going on?

(MORE LAUGHTER)

[CUTS TO Y/N SITTING WITH SAM ON THE BENCH, SAM LEANING HER HEAD ON Y/N'S SHOULDER]

Y/N L/N: This is my girlfriend, her name is Sam.

(SAM WAVES TIREDLY AT THE CAMERA)

Y/N L/N: She should be asleep right now.

SAM KERR: I would be, but there's ten random people in our home right now (LAUGHS)

7:33AM

[CUTS TO Y/N IN THE BATHROOM, SKINCARE PRODUCTS SET UP BEHIND HER]

Y/N L/N: Before I go to the stadium, I shower and shave. I always try to remember to shave my armpits (LAUGHS) on the morning of games, but sometimes.. I forget. I keep my hair up and try not to get it wet, because I'll wash it later tonight after the game.

[CLOSE UP OF PRODUCTS BEHIND Y/N]

Y/N L/N: I get out all my stuff to wash my face with and everything before my shower so I don't forget anything.. because.. I will.

SAM KERR: *OFFSCREEN* She will.

Y/N L/N: Let's keep the heckling to a minimum, shall we?

8:19AM

SAM KERR: Y/N takes forever in the shower, so I usually, if I'm here, will try to make sure she's got everything.

(SAM PULLS A THUNDERBIRDS DUFFLE OUT FROM THE CUPBOARD, PLACING IT ON THE BED)

SAM KERR: This is her game bag, she needs her training gear and shoes. Her dress is at the stadium ready for her, which is good- because it would be all wrinkled, like the rest of her stuff (LAUGHS).

(SAM FOLDS AND PUTS Y/N'S CLOTHES INTO HER BAG)

SAM KERR: Uhh, clothes, shoes, deodorant. What else? Body wash. This is her little bag that she brings to shower after, has all her special, fancy stuff in it. And I'll- (SAM PULLS A HOODIE FROM THE CUPBOARD) put this in here, because it'll be cold when she comes home.

[Y/N PEERS AROUND THE CORNER, HER TOWEL WRAPPED AROUND HER. SHE TRIES TO KEEP HER BODY OUT OF SHOT]

Y/N L/N: Can I come in now?

8:36AM

[Y/N'S CAR; SAM IN THE DRIVER'S SEAT, Y/N IN THE PASSENGER]

SAM KERR: I feel like we're vloggers or something

Y/N L/N: No, I know (SMILES)

SAM KERR: Hey guys! Welcome back to our channel!

(Y/N LAUGHS WITH SAM)

Y/N L/N: So now I'm on my way to Netball SA to meet the girls, Sam's driving me because she's a good girlfriend.

SAM KERR: I didn't wanna be left alone.

Y/N L/N: That too. The stadium is in the city and my place is like forty-five-ish minutes away? Thirty-five with good traffic.

SAM KERR: Your phones going off bub

Y/N L/N: It's Georgie (CHUCKLES)

SAM KERR: (BANGING THE STEERING WHEEL PLAYFULLY WITH A SMILE) Georgie Horjus!

Y/N L/N: she wants to know if you're allowed to be driving with how much sleep you've had.

(SAM LAUGHS, ADJUSTING HER SUNGLASSES)

SAM KERR: Probably not, tell her to piss off.

9:17AM

[CLIP OF Y/N KISSING SAM GOODBYE THROUGH THE OPEN CAR WINDOW. SAM PULLS AWAY, BUT HOLDS Y/N'S HEAD CLOSE]

[SUBTITLES APPEAR AS SAM TALKS INAUDIBLY]

SAM KERR: *MUMBLED* I love you

[SAM QUICKLY KISSES Y/N ONCE MORE BEFORE TIGHTENING THE RIBBON IN Y/N'S PONYTAIL FOR HER]

[CLIP OF Y/N WALKING INTO THE STADIUM]

Y/N: So we're at the stadium, heading in to talk strategy with the girls for today's game. After that we'll do drills and warm ups, probably rewatch our last game again- boring stuff really (CHUCKLES). Oh, oh-

[CAMERA PANS TO TIPPAH DWAN, GOAL SHOOTER AND GOAL ATTACK FOR THE ADELAIDE THUNDERBIRDS. SHE SKIPS OVER TO Y/N, SUNGLASSES OVER HER EYES]

TIPPAH DWAN: Hey!

Y/N L/N: This is Tippah, my starting attacker.

TIPPAH DWAN: Dream-team here really (SHRUGS)

Y/N L/N: Thanks for spending my morning with me.

(TIPPAH PULLS Y/N IN FOR A TIGHT HUG AS Y/N LAUGHS, WAVING TO THE CAMERA)

TIPPAH DWAN: Now get outta here!

6:03PM

[CLIP OF Y/N TAKING TO COURT, TIGHTENING HER PONYTAIL UNDER THE GOAL RING. PANS OVER TO SAM KERR, WHO SITS WITH OTHER THUNDERBIRD PLAYERS PARTNERS. SHE IS CLAPPING, AND CHEERING FOR Y/N AS THE COUNTDOWN TO THE GAME BEGINS]

[THE SCREEN TURNS BLANK AS THE WHISTLE SOUNDS]

[daydream-cement]

Organs in the Wash Ch. 2

Miranda Hilmarson x Reader

Authors Note: Thank you so much to my loves in the coucil of gwen gc. i love you all so much.

“Drink! You have to drink!” She half-shouted. Her hand was stretched out to you, waving frantically. All night Miranda had been unabashedly herself: grinning wildly, laughing unabashedly, and placing her hand on your leg and shoulder whenever she found one of your statements funny. 

“Oh, come on!” You lost the game fair and square, but you had consumed enough liquid courage to tease and argue with her. Together you had been sitting at the bar for a few hours and with each drink, the gap between you closed another inch. You were delighted to find she was such a touchy-feely person in a casual setting. 

Her hands came down to grip your thigh, shaking you back and forth, “Drink!”

You do as you're told and raise the glass to your lips, winking at her as you did so. Her grin falls and a wide blush spreads across her cheeks causing her to turn away from you to hide her own embarrassment. 

“Drink if you have never kissed a woman.” You try to make your statement as jovial as possible, your hand reaching out to squeeze at her side as you spoke. Her face turned back to you and her facial expression was unreadable, like a mixture of bewilderment, nerves, and exhilaration. 

From the way you asked her out, you still weren’t sure if this was a true date or just an opportunity to hang out. Self-doubt was the large reason you couldn’t believe a wonderful woman like her would even agree to drinks. This statement was one of the best ways you could nonchalantly see if this was a friend-date or a date-date. 

Smirking, she raised the glass to her lips, watching you intently as she drank. When Miranda set the glass back down, she licked her lips, obviously taking a moment to think before her eyes met yours, “I haven’t kissed a woman... but I’m not opposed to it.”

Your heart froze in your chest. Even though you seemed to initiate this flirtation, you weren’t ready to hear her reciprocate. Rather than wallow in the nervousness of kissing your newest crush, you continue flirting with her, “Let me know when you want to try it out.”

Miranda’s back straightened and her blush moved up to her ears. You tilt your head back to look at her with heavily lidded eyes. You watch as she swallows hard, wetting her lips once more as she thinks about your offer. Her phone begins buzzing before she can respond. 

Miranda throws you an apologetic look before slipping off the barstool to take the call. Her hand squeezed your bicep as she brushed by you, but you were more distracted by the feeling of her body pressed against your back as she slipped past a group of patrons. 

You began working out a game plan to earn a kiss from Miranda by the end of the night. You were distracted by an arm sliding around your shoulders and a face dipping low by your ear. A man’s voice began speaking to you, his breath hot against your ear, “Here all by yourself, huh?”

“No, my date is coming right back.” You shift your shoulders away from him, turning the barstool in an attempt to put some distance between the two of you. He didn’t seem to be deterred, rather he placed a foot on the bar towards the base of the bar stool, his knee pushing between your own. 

“I can keep you company until then.” He shrugged, placing a hand on the bar, leaning in just a little closer to you. 

“No, that’s-” 

“Who is this?” Miranda cut you off, her hand reaching out for you to take. She looked down at the man with distrust as his intentions seemed less than honorable. You grasped her hand and shoved past the man. His knee between your legs caused you to stumble into Miranda’s arms. Her strong arms caught you without an issue, one of her arms winding around your waist. When you regained your balance, her grip on you remained, pulling you flush against her body. 

Being this close to her made your head spin. She smelled faintly of deodorant mixed with a flowery perfume. Your hand braced itself on her stomach and you were sent into a form of gay panic when you realized how thin the fabric of her shirt was. You weren’t about to back out of this proximity, rather you pressed yourself closer to her, feeling her grip tighten around you in response. 

“Where are you going?” The guy turned his palms to the ceiling and his head shook in confusion. 

“I’m taking her home.” Miranda’s voice was cold as used her strength and larger frame to turn you away from the man towards the front door of the bar. Her hands rested on your hips as you pushed your way through the crowd and her head dipped low by your ear to speak to you, “I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable.”

God, of course she didn’t make you uncomfortable. You wanted her hands all over you. 

Once you reached the front doors, her hands dropped away from your waist. You bit your lip in frustration, wondering what you could do to get her hands back on you. Everything happened all at once. You left the bar and rounded the corner before turning around. Your sudden stop caused Miranda to run right into you, her arm wrapping around you out of instinct, “Are you okay? He was awfully close to you.”

“Jealous much?” You teased, biting at your bottom lip as you stared up at her. 

There was a pause between the two of you before Miranda began laughing, “Jeal- I don’t think I have the right to be jealous...”

You open your mouth to respond but a man's voice from behind you cuts you off, “Hilmarson?” 

Miranda’s smile fades and she immediately distances herself from you. You turn to look at the man who was now interrupting this moment between Miranda and you. Miranda went stiff and she completely focused on him. He was her boss and the man who was cheating on his wife to sleep with Miranda on the side, “Adrian...” 

“Who’s this?” There seemed to be a twinge of jealousy in his voice. His eyes narrowed as he looked at you, but you didn’t notice his gaze as you were watching Miranda. Adrian approached you both slowly, continuing his way towards his destination while he spoke.

“A... friend. We were just out grabbing a couple drinks.” Miranda gestured to you before looking down to the ground once more, “I was just about to take them home.” 

“I see...”Adrian pursed his lips and nodded, glancing at Miranda and back to you once more. You finally turned your head to really take in his form. If your instincts were correct and this man did have feelings for Miranda, she was far too attractive for him. His lip curled as he looked at you and you offered him a similar look of disdain in response. He looked back up to Miranda to speak once more, “We should get together soon.” 

Miranda didn’t respond, rather she offered him a curt nod. He passed her by, grasping at her bicep as he did so. Whoever this man was to Miranda, he has seemingly ruined your night together. As you walk along, you brush your hand against hers, but she seems to move away from you a bit, retracting her hand away. Miranda ended up walking you home in near silence, and when you asked a question, her answers were short.

“Who was he?” You ask tentatively, not wanting to intrude. 

“My boss.”

“Hmm.” You hum in response, not believing this was the full truth due to the awkwardness of their interaction. You weren’t going to push the subject any further. Instead, you hoped that if your relationship progressed, she might be willing to share more of her with you. While she seemed to be happy-go-lucky, there was a bit to her that was hiding from you. 

As you moved up the stairs to your apartment, you formulated your final effort to let her know how much you liked her. Hopefully, if she knew you loved her company, then you would regain the talkative woman from earlier. When you were in front of your apartment door, you finally spoke, “Would you like to come inside?”

“I-I have work tomorrow and I-” Miranda ran a hand through her hair nervously, glancing back down the stairs. You didn’t want to believe she wanted to go, but you weren’t going to press her any further.

“That’s okay.” You took a step closer to her, tilting your chin upwards to look into her face, “I had a great time. I’d love to go out again..”

Miranda furrowed her brow, her face flooded with confusion, “Wh- Really?”

“Yeah. You’re a ton of fun.” You shrug and fold your hands over your chest. Miranda always loved that compliment. She always prided herself on her ability to be good company, “And I was serious, ya’ know?”

“About what?” Miranda cocked her head, another one of her sweet smiles returning to her face. 

“About me being your first kiss with a woman. I’d happily volunteer as tribute...” Her grin brought a smile to your face as you spoke. From her positive reaction to you asking to spend more time together, you decided to push a step further, wanting her to know that you were more interested in a romantic relationship than a friendship, “You are very beautiful.”

“Well I wouldn’t-” You watch her face fall to her feet, a blush returning to her face, not wanting to accept the compliment you provided her with. 

You wouldn’t be deterred. You dipped your head down, trying to get her to make eye contact with you. Even if Miranda didn’t want to kiss you, or even date you for that matter, you wanted her to know how attractive she was, “Beautiful. You are truly beautiful.” 

It was Miranda who kissed you. The kiss was clumsy at first as she came at you with a little too much velocity, but you caught yourself by throwing your arms around her neck. She kept moving at you until your back was against the door to your apartment. Miranda parted her lips, looking to deepen the kiss which you accept greedily. 

Your kissing continued, hands wandering and tongues meeting until you heard the door slam shut at the bottom of the stairs. Both of you were breathing heavily when Miranda pulled away. Footsteps continued up the stairs and you both came to a mutual decision to call it a night, knowing if you were allowed to touch anymore, things would move a lot further and faster than planned. 

“Text me?” You ask, beaming. Miranda nodded quickly as she leaned forward to place a final, chaste kiss upon your lips. She waits by the door when you pull away from her, unlock your front door, and slip inside. You stop before you close the door, peaking your head out, “Goodnight, Constable.”

“Goodnight, civilian.”Miranda tilts her head, maintaining eye contact with you until the door shuts. You peer out the peephole and watch as Miranda does a little dance to herself, bobbing her head and shaking her shoulders in triumph.

-----

It had been three days since your date and the two of you had been texting nonstop. Your next date was planned for tomorrow when Miranda had a day off of work for the two of you to go to the beach together. 

Most of your texting was harmless flirting, but last night some of the messages turned steamy after Miranda told you she loved your eyes... and your legs. Then she proceeded to admit to fawning over you when she and Detective Griffin came to your apartment. You responded that you loved her hands and loved to imagine all the things she could do to you with them. She was typing for a long while after that and ended up only responding with a blushing emoji. 

You were in the middle of your workday when you received a call from Miranda and couldn’t hide the wide grin that spread across your face at the thought of hearing her voice. You tap the green ‘answer call’ button and greet her before she can even speak, “Hello, Constable.”

“Hello, civilian.” From the sound of her voice, you could picture the shy smile that spread across her face, “How are you doing today?” 

“I’m good. Just trying to get something else done for work. What’s up? How are you?” You lean back in your desk chair, spinning around slowly as you speak. She had you feeling like a lovesick teenager. 

What you couldn’t see on Miranda’s end of the call was Robin tapping at her watch and mouthing ‘hurry up’ at the blonde. Rather than answering your questions, Miranda jumped right into the purpose of her call, “We have another body.”

“A serial killer?” You postulate as you assume she is calling to ask you to do more cryptography work. 

“Can’t say for sure. Would… you be willing to come down to the station and decode what had been carved into the body?” You can hear the way her tone gets lighter as the question continues, hope surging through her.

Of course you would come help, but first you felt compelled to tease her about it, “Do you actually need me for this or do you just want to see me again?”

“Two things can be true.” Her response was quick, almost like she had been ready for you to ask that question. You bit your lip at her words, excitement and nerves beginning to swirl in your stomach at the thought of seeing her again.

“I can come down and help.” You stood from your desk chair and began scurrying around your apartment to prepare yourself to leave. You always liked the apartment to be particularly tidy whenever you leave. Stacking your cereal bowl on your lunch plant, you carry them into the kitchen to place them in the sink.

“Want me to come pick you up?” 

Her question made you pause your task and start grinning like a fool, “I would love for you to come pick me up.” 

----

You waited at the curbside for Miranda’s car. You felt silly when you were surprised to see her in an official police vehicle. She pulled up to the curb, rolling down the window to heckle you, “I’ve heard you have been disturbing the peace. Get in.”

You chuckle as you pull open the passenger door and slide into the front seat. You were expecting more awkwardness when you inhabited the same space once again, but you hadn’t gotten the door closed when she grabbed your face and pulled you into a clumsy kiss. You let out a laugh against her lips and place your hand at the back of her head to return the kiss with the same fervor. 

When she pulls away, her pleased smile makes your heart melt. You grab her face with your hand and squeeze her cheeks lightly, “You truly are adorable.”

Miranda glanced down bashfully. Rather than press on, you release her from your grasp and fully close the car door. You listen to her speak as you buckle your seatbelt, “Ready to go stare at a dead body?”

You settle into the seat, hands folded in your lap, “Oh, absolutely.” 

[maddilynmuse]

Two Stars

Chapter 1/Prologue

Heya guys! Once more, I am going feral over In Stars and Time and making fanfic. I intend to at least finish Bared Teeth and Open Hands before jumping into anything big, buuuuut this fun little plot bunny hit and I just HAD to get it out.

I meant for this to be funny but oops my hand slipped and there’s an enby crying now.

That said! Post game and 2hat spoilers below! Read at thine own risk! Enjoy~

Now available on AO3

Next >

Loop and Siffrin get Freaky Friday’d.

*~*~*~*

“I wish that Loop could be themselves with us, I wish Loop could be themselves with us, I wish Loop could be themselves with us…”

———

Something warm was pressed to their back, moving rhythmically, as something else wrapped securely around their front. The smell of sandalwood deodorant wasn’t quite enough to mask the scent of sweat, and for some reason that combination of stimulus was enough to make tears leak from their closed eye. The haziness of sleep was washed away in a heart-crushing wave of warmth.

Isabeau.

No, no. Not Isabeau. The Fighter. Isabeau, their Isabeau, was gone… right?

But somehow they were here.

They didn’t dare open their eye, afraid to break whatever fragile illusion was making their heart—heart, they had a heart!—twist in the best kind of pain: less like an injury, and more like stretching a long-sore muscle. It felt warm, right even. If only for that moment, they were loved, and seems they truly were still Siffrin at heart, greedily absorbing the comfort even when they didn’t even understand why they were receiving it. Was this a dream? Their own… world? (Was that how it worked? They’re pretty sure it wasn’t). Some peaceful afterlife? Maybe the Universe spun sugar for them, allowing a nice dream as they faded from existence, role finished.

Stop questioning it. Just enjoy.

“Sif…?” Mumbled a sleepy, wonderfully husky voice. “You okay buddy?” They were pulled a little closer. He was touching them. Willingly!

They meant to say something witty or clever, maybe a pun, anything disarming really! But what came out of their mouth—they had a mouth!—was a little sob.

The Fighter tried to pull his hand away, but they grabbed it reflexively. It couldn’t end, not yet! It was embarrassing, needy, taking advantage of his kindness, but they put his hand to their face, guiding it to stroke their cheek. Their eye rolled up at the sensation, the brush of skin against skin, the warmth, even the little beads of sweat. It was him.

He took over, thumb stroking their cheek, wiping away their tears, while his other fingers threaded into their hair—they had hair! Their breath caught, coming out in a shuddering, relieved sigh with only a hint of sobbing at the end. After so long with no contact, after so long stuck in that starry form, they were drunk on the sensations: the subtle pull of hair against their scalp, the in and out against their back, the way their own breath fell in the rhythm, the thrum of a heart in their chest, the grounded security of a strong arm, the smell of him, the sheer warmth.

It was dizzying, overwhelming, too much to think. They never wanted it to end.

“I’m here, buddy. It’s okay,” Isabeau crooned.

That broke whatever remained. They cried openly as the long-tangled barbed wire of stress and jealousy and loneliness that’d been choking their very soul finally snapped and left them free. Naked, unprotected, but free. And here, at least, they were safe.

“I love you.”

Caught up in the moment, Loop could pretend that was meant for them.

———

And back in Dormont, under the night-dark shade of the favor tree, Siffrin stared in quiet horror at the stars dotting what should’ve been his hands.

*-*-*

I prefer tea, but buy me a Kofi?

[oh-katsuki]

OOOOOH OKAY OKAY OKAY

How about Tsukki + enemies or rivals to lovers + there’s only one bed?

only one bed trope...... smirks. side note but i think tsukishima is MAAADEEE for enemies/rivals to lovers. like seriously he just... it WORKS with him. i need him.

cw: it's an almost HATE FUCK (they don't fuck), heavy makeout, mentions of painful biting, tsukishima says some shitty things abt reader's past sexual endeavors, idk they grind a little

"you know, if you'd just fucking move over, we'd have more room," you spit at him, kicking his leg beneath the covers.

"you mean you'd have more room," he corrects, rolling his eyes and turning to face away from you.

poor planning is an unfortunate thing, even more so when it directly inconveniences you. that's what led to this situation, poor planning.

you and tsukishima are both involved in your university's respective sports division. kei plays on the volleyball team and you are on the cheer team. it's not often that your team gets sent on their away games to cheer, but this is the semi-finals and the university saw fit to send you all to stand and cheer court side.

if you had your way, you'd be miles away right now, probably fucking around with someone on the baseball team. but no. instead, you're sat next to the one person on this earth who genuinely makes you hateful, and you wouldn't call yourself a hateful person by any means.

arrogant, self-involved, and snarky beyond belief, tsukishima kei is the worst person you've ever met. you're certain that he'd say the same thing about you and for once, you don't mind that he thinks you're probably a slutty, selfish, bitch. funniest thing about it is that he also happens to be in your major and the two of you constantly remain tied for top of the class.

you'd like to say that it was the school that fucked up. you'd like to say that they happened to accidentally put you and tsukishima in a room with just one bed, but that's not true. the truth of it is that the two of you just happened to be stupid enough to miss the bus and, after spending a day catching the odd bus to get closer to sendai, have ended up stranded in a middle of bum fuck nowhere inn with one single room and a western style full sized bed.

"why don't you sleep on the floor?" you snap.

you hear tsukishima sigh behind you, feeling the press of his back against yours as it expands, "because then i'd be uncomfortable?"

"ya know, shouldn't protecting my decency come before comfort?" you retort, speaking over your shoulder.

you feel him sit up, rolling so that he's propped up on his elbow and facing you. when you turn, it places you face to face with his chest. you can smell his deodorant on him and he's so close that you're certain he can feel your breath on him.

"i think it might be a little late to protect your decency," he snaps, wrinkling his nose and twisting his face into a nasty expression. "shouldn't you have some left to do that?"

you scowl at him, rolling your eyes. "asshole."

"so you've mentioned."

you both lay down facing the ceiling. your shoulders are pressed deeply into each other and his warmth bleeds into the points of contact like water. every time he inhales, you feel it and it spurs you to do the same until your breathing is synced up.

"why'd you have to miss the bus too," he sighs, putting his hand over his face.

"i could say the same thing," you huff.

"yeah, i bet you can't fuckin' stand being here right now, right?" he sits up again, sneering. "too fuckin' pretty and popular to be sharing a bed, yeah?"

"shut up," you warn.

"bet you'd rather be with those baseball dickheads you fuck so often."

"shut up, kei," his tongue has always been sharp, but he's seriously pissing you off. not that you regret anything you've done.

"you fucked your way through all of them yet?"

you sit up, indignant at what he's saying.

"you paying that much attention to my sex life, tsukishima?" you sneer back, narrowing your eyes. "you like thinking about who i fuck like a pervert?"

you tilt your head as he presses his lips into a line.

"come on, tell me," you press venomously, chest to chest with him. "you think about how i spread my legs for them? touch yourself wishing it was you? get fucking real, kei. you only hate me because you want to fuck me that badly."

you're face to face with him now and you can feel his breath across your face. his chest heaves with anger, as does yours and the obscene words you've just said. then, you kiss him.

he immediately starts kissing you back, hands coming up to rest on against your hips. he bites at you first, dragging his teeth across your bottom lip and you laugh at the display, tugging at his shirt to get him to take it off.

there's a desperate hunger inside of you, clawing to feel his skin, to feel the warmth of it pressed against you. you hate him so badly that touching him almost hurts. it makes you want to scream in the best possible way. you want to make him cry, to see him crumble under your fingertips. there's this terrible desire to consume him entirely.

when his chest is exposed, you quickly pull yourself over his hips to straddle him, letting him sit up to meet you halfway. the expanse of his chest presses against yours and you groan under it's warmth, rolling your hips to sate the desperation rising in you. kei grows hard underneath you, pressing against your inner thigh as he drags his tongue down your neck and bites hard on your shoulder. you yelp, laughing to yourself. who'd have thought kei had it in him.

"was i right?" you tease angrily, pushing him backward hard enough that he bounces. "you think about me fucking all those other guys and wish it was you, kei?"

you tongue down his stomach, feeling the ridges of his abdomen, which heaves harder the lower you get. under your chest, you feel his cock stir.

"i fucking hate you," he grits his teeth, color painting his cheeks.

"yeah?" you say, pressing your mouth to his bulge. "well, i can't fuckin' stand you either."

[kissorkill16]

When We Were Once Happy: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: A story before Trinity moved to Raven Brooks.

Chapter 20

3 weeks went by before Mr. Peterson was finally done with his latest creation, and was ready for the grand opening.

When Aaron texted the good news to Nicky, he practically flew off his seat in excitement.

Now here the Roth family was, getting ready to go to Golden Apple Amusement Park, the first amusement park they've ever been to. Nicky was impatiently standing by the door, stomping his foot and crossing his arm.

"Mom, hurry up! I want to get there in time to ride the new coaster!"

"Just give me a minute, Nicky. I'm still putting on my makeup."

Nicky had to hold back the urge to groan. He was too excited to wait any longer, he had promised Mr. Peterson that he'd be there in time, and he wanted to keep that promise. Another good thing about this was that Bubba wasn't coming, not like she wanted to come anyway.

Luanne finally made her way down the stairs. "Alright, I'm ready."

Jay ran to the front door after her. "Me too, I just had to finish my Ding Dongs."

Luanne rolled her eyes, "Of course your sweets come first before anything.", she said. "Now, have you both used the bathroom?"

"Yes."

"Does everyone have deodorant on?"

"Yes."

"Do we have everything we need before we leave?"

"Yes!"

"Okay then, now let's go."

On the way there, Nicky could barely stop shaking from so much excitement. He kept thinking about all of the fun things he and his friends would do when he got there. Riding rides, eating candy, playing games, and winning prizes. It was going to be the best day ever, he could tell.

About half an hour later, they finally made it, and Nicky practically bolted out of the car. But Luanne grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

"Honey, you need sunscreen.", she said, squeezing the bottle of white lotion and rubbing it on her son's face.

"Mom!", Nicky complained, his face turning red.

"It's always important to wear sunscreen on such a hot day like this.", she said.

Finally, after a face full of sunscreen later, they finally walked through the golden gates of Golden Apple Amusement Park.

Everything was so massive and shiny, like it was made of actual gold. It was beautiful.

Despite the beautiful scenery, Nicky was only focused on one thing, finding his friends and having some fun.

Jay and Luanne sat down at a nearby table, and Nicky ran off to find his friends.

"We'll be right here, just text us if you need us, Narf!", said Jay.

Nicky nodded at him before running off again.

The kid found his friends on a park bench, sitting near the carousel. He immediately waved at them, and they waved him over to join them.

"So glad you could make it, Nicky.", said Aaron.

"Yeah, I'm so excited. This is like, my first time at an amusement park."

Everyone looked at him surprised, like he just grew a tail.

"What?", asked Nicky.

"You've never been to an amusement park? Where have you been living all this time, under a rock?", Maritza asked, incredulously.

Nicky looked down at his feet and rubbed his arm.

Mya took his hand and pulled him onto the carousel. "Well we're here to make sure you have the best time of your life. Come ride the carousel with me!", she said, positioning herself on her mechanical horse.

Nicky positioned himself soon after, and the carousel started to ride them in circles, making such soft and energetic music.

"This is nice.", Nicky thought to himself, smiling softly.

When Nicky and Mya were done with the carousel, the group of friends went to the hammer and bell, the first one they put to test it out was Nicky, of course.

"This is easy, Nick. All you gotta do is hit the bell with the hammer. Seem easy enough?", asked Maritza.

Nicky shrugged. "I guess.", he said. He lifted the hammer high over his head, and slammed it down on the bell. However, it didn't make it very far.

"Sorry, I don't have much upper body strength.", he said. Maritza playfully rolled her eyes and took the hammer, "Let me show you how it's done, my friend.", she said.

She raised the hammer high over her head, and practically slammed it down on the bell, and the ding sound definitely sounded out.

"Yeah! That's what I'm fucking talking about!", she said. A man showed up with a giant teddy bear and gave it to Maritza.

The kids played so many more games after that. They played the apple basket toss, ring toss, leap frog, Cornhole, guessing booth, prize punch board, water gun race, cake walk, and balloon darts.

They all rode the Ferris wheel together. With Aaron next to Nicky, Enzo next to Ivan, Maritza next to Mya.

Up on the Ferris wheel, Nicky was completely mesmerized by the sight of the ground. How small everyone looked from up high, it was so cool.

"Having a nice time so far?", asked Aaron.

"The best time of my life.", replied Nicky. Then he looked up and turned to Aaron, "Do you know where Lucy is?", he asked.

"I think she's off somewhere playing games with her parents.", Aaron replied. "But we're all totally riding the ride together, and Lucy said she'd be here in time for the grand opening."

"Great. I totally can't wait!"

When the kids finally got off the Ferris wheel, they all saw Lucy at a nearby concession stand, a balloon tied on her wrist. Nicky immediately ran to her, "Lucy!", he said. Lucy turned her head to see Nicky, and she smiled and ran to her friend.

"I told you guys I'd be here.", she said.

"Nice balloon.", said Nicky, pointing to her red balloon.

"Thanks. I bought it with my Golden Apple coin.", she said. "What do you guys want to do?"

"We were about to go get some candy, and we're in a hurry! We gotta get to the golden apples before they run out!", said Mya, hopping up and down.

Lucy's eyes sparkled. "Oh! We better go!", she said, running to the candy stand.

The kids followed soon after.

The kids sat down, eating a whole bunch of snacks. Hot dogs, pizza, chips, chicken legs, corn dogs, and everyone's favorite, golden apples.

Mya held a sparkling wrapped candy to Nicky, "This is a golden apple. Try it, it's very good."

Nicky unwrapped the foil, and put the candy in his mouth. It's like the whole world exploded in colors. It was so sweet, but also sour, and it was crunchy and juicy, almost like a normal apple.

"This is amazing!", Nicky said, his hands flapping around like a baby bird.

"I told you. You want more? We got more than enough for everyone.", said Mya. Nicky nodded so fast.

A few snacks later, the kids could barely sit up straight from being so bloated. Nicky was so hyped on sugar and could barely sit down, was this what a sugar high felt like?

Just then, kids started running somewhere to the other side of the park, all screaming "IT'S HERE! IT'S HERE!", Nicky stopped running around and turned in the direction of where they were running to. It was all so crowded, and he could barely see. Before he could tell any of his friends, they were already up and running to the crowd.

"Come on, Nicky!", Aaron called out, Nicky ran behind the group.

The kids pushed their way to the front of the crowd. The first thing they saw was the mayor and Mr. Peterson, out of his usual argyle sweater, and in a freshly washed tuxedo.

The mayor held the microphone to his lips. "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, kids of all ages, welcome to Golden Apple Amusement Park. You've all been waiting for it, hell, I've been waiting for it, and here it is. Before our very eyes. But before we announce the name of the ride, let's give a round of applause to the world famous engineer and theme park designer, Theodore Masters Peterson!"

Mr. Peterson stepped onto the stage, waving to the crowd as it clapped and squealed with excitement.

The mayor handed the microphone to Mr. Peterson.

"Thank you very much.", he said to the mayor, before turning back to the audience. "Now, this creation, unlike any other, is named after the one thing this park has to offer. Before I made this, I've noticed that there's no rollercoaster in this park, so I thought I'd change that. I've dropped many hints. It involves an apple, a rotten apple. Now let's get this show on the road.", he said, stepping back, and opening the gate to the coaster.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I give you...", everyone waited with baited breath. "Rotten Core!"

The gate to the rollercoaster opened, and everyone applauded and excitedly squealed so hard, they could've started an earthquake.

The rollercoaster was large, had many twists and turns throughout the tracks, and on the tallest part of the track was a golden apple, with a hole and track going through it.

Nicky took out his phone and texted his parents, "I'm going on the new rollercoaster, I'll text you when I get off.", then he put his phone back in his pocket, but not before a hand grabbed it.

"You don't need to text us when we're right behind you, Narf.", it was his parents. Jay put Nicky's phone in his pocket, "We'll hold your phone until you get off the ride.", he said.

"And I've checked for any nearby trash cans and bathrooms in case you feel like throwing up.", said Luanne, and Nicky's face turned red.

"Geez, Mom! Announce it to the whole world why don't you?!", Luanne rolled her eyes and gave Nicky a kiss on his forehead.

"Have fun, sweetie.", she said.

Nicky ran to the coaster, along with all of his other friends. They all sat down in the cars, holding their hands on the metal bars, and Lucy tied her balloon string on her bar.

"You ready, sweetie?", asked Mr. Yi.

"A little nervous, but yes.", replied Lucy.

Mr. Yi smiled at his daughter, "It's alright, honey. Me and your mother will be watching. We'll be right here when you get off.", he said, giving Lucy a thumbs up.

Lucy gave her father a thumbs up back, still smiling nervously.

Mr. Yi stepped back and let the ride operator do his work, and soon enough, the carts started to move.

Nicky's heart started beating rapidly, and he didn't even realize he was hyperventilating until Aaron held his hand.

"What's the matter?", he asked.

"Nothing, Aaron. I'm just really nervous. This is just my first time on a rollercoaster.", Nicky replied, trying to steady his breathing.

Aaron squeezed his friend's hand, "It's going to be alright, Nicky. You'll be okay.", he said, giving him a reassuring smile.

Nicky smiled back, and tried to focus forward on the tracks.

The carts moved upwards on the hill of tracks, making the kids struggle to sit up. Then they were at the top, and suddenly, the carts stopped.

"What's going on? Why're we stopping?", Nicky asked, trying not to freak out.

"Dude, calm down. We're getting to the best part of the ride.", said Maritza in the cart ahead of him, and pointing to the front of the tracks.

Everyone in the carts put their hands up in unison.

Nicky turned to look at Aaron, "You're supposed to put your hands up for more fun.", he said. Nicky hesitated for a moment, but he eventually put his hands up.

Then he felt the wind being knocked out of him.

The carts jerked forward and now they were moving as fast as racecars, going in the same twists and turns on the tracks. Everyone screamed with excitement, everyone on the coaster was having the best time of their lives.

Nicky could barely keep himself together, he was feeling something in between a mix of fear and excitement. Maybe it was one or the other, or maybe it was both, he couldn't tell as he screamed. Either way, he was screaming so much.

"THIS IS SO MUCH FUN!!!", screamed Maritza.

"I'M GOING TO PUKE!", screamed Enzo.

"IT'S GOING SO FAST!!!", screamed Ivan.

All of the kids were screaming at each other as the carts started to go faster and faster than the moment before that, and it was starting to scare Nicky.

"IS THIS PART OF THE RIDE?", he asked Aaron.

"I DON'T KNOW!", Aaron replied, almost sounding as scared as Nicky.

"I'M SCARED!", screamed Lucy, holding onto the metal bar with her balloon.

Soon, the cars started moving faster than the speed of light. The speed became too much for any of the kids to handle, and everyone on the ground was panicking and trying to get the ride to stop.

Nicky was panicking the most out of the other kids, "I want to get off! I want to get off!", he kept screaming in his head.

"I WANT TO GET OFF!", Lucy screamed, "HELP! SOMEONE HELP! SOMEONE STOP THIS RIDE!"

By some miracle, the ride operator found the emergency brake, and pulled it so hard it could've come off.

However, the carts didn't stop, instead, they broke off the tracks and started flying off high into the sky. Before anyone knew it, the carts dropped all the way into a forest full of trees.

The last thing Nicky heard before everything went dark was Lucy's high-pitched, earth shattering scream.

[crystallinestars]

FR I feel that if you tossed the Genshin guys into a romance sim, it would actually be pretty legit-looking. Now if only there were some sort of actual Genshin otome game 😭 (if I could romance Kaveh in such a game, I think I would die and go to heaven)

Yeahhh I feel that there is such a pattern among male and female characters. Like for female characters, I guess that the ones who are kind of more… “male-gazey” are less likely to be popular with women? Like in terms of both appearance and personality. Though even this is difficult to define. Ladies like Beidou and Dehya seem to be REALLY popular with girls, at least in the west (if I am wrong tho plz correct me). Even Navia (whose design I suppose shows a lot of skin) seems to be well-liked by guys and girls alike, I follow a girl on here who is absolutely crazy for her (and tbh I am no different 😭). To me I guess that for these three, they’re good role models for girls so that contributes to their appeal to women players? Cos they have strong, confident attitudes and kick hella ass, but they’re also kind + beautiful… so I suppose they’re like, people you could admire on an aesthetic and personal level but also you could aspire to be like them.

To be fair I like Lisa as I remember running around as her a lot when I first started playing (and chatting with her cai bot gets wild sometimes cos she’s always calling me out for like low self esteem, bad mentality, etc 😭😭), in general I like all of the girl characters ahahahah though for Lisa and many others I could def see how they’d have more appeal to guys.

And for guy characters, I’ve seen guy players admire Diluc and Alhaitham ! Like they have a sort of “masculine” appeal, aspirational for guys I think. I’ve even seen some guys on the Alhaitham subreddit start to hit the gym to become buff like him 😮 Sorry for digressing so much with this topic ahahah just that it is very interesting to consider.

My BF has been fueling my Kaveh love AHAHAHA like when I’m using his computer he lets me run around as Kaveh as I haven’t been able to pull for him yet. Now I have much more Kaveh merch than before but I think that I will try to amass even more…

Ooooo that makes sense, yeah cons do get pretty crowded esp in the areas like the artist alley where people are crowding around booths. And maybe it’s for the best that you avoid cons cos (TMI in advance) the con stink is REAL 😭🤢🤮 Though some of them apparently distribute deodorant or soap for attendees, hopefully it alleviates the smell…

Yeahhh Touhou is hella old, like the franchise is older than I am (I was born shortly before the first windows OS game in the series came out 🫡). I know that ZUN is still producing new official games about every 2-3 years, and for merch I see that there are fumo plushies for the newer characters coming out, a pleasant surprise. But I think the barrier of entry is much higher due to the nature of the games so it’s less “mainstream” for young people compared to Genshin, as Genshin you could easily download if you have phone, iPad, non-mac computer, etc. But from what I’ve seen, you could encounter stuff of the most popular characters at cons if you keep your eyes peeled.

On the topic of merch (crazy complaint incoming!!!)… so I posted a pic of my Kaveh haul somewhere and someone made a comment alluding to that ship. This was the first thing I saw this morning, and OMG I was so irritated that I straight up blocked this person 😭 Sadly I can’t remove their comment (this would be more ideal). I guess this is rather extreme reaction as the comment was harmless… though in the description I literally put some unhinged stuff about “oh me and Kaveh are gonna get married” so I was wondering how they did not get the hint that “oh, this person doesn’t care for that ship.” I am bewildered that the shippers are everywhere, feels bad cos in the community I’m in, most of them are so so sweet but majority of them are also shippers of that ship.

Like when I see an arbitrary pic of [any Genshin guy] or Aventurine, I don’t go “ooooh la la Lumine’s gonna get that” or “hehe Stelle or Topaz is gonna enjoy this” respectively… ofc this is first world “problem” but still… they tether Kaveh to feeble scholar so much 😭

Also I was on a small yumejoshi community and I found a girl who is also Kaveh enjoyer, and who also feels uncomfy with the shippy stuff. It was a pleasant surprise that there are other Kaveh likers with a similar POV to us, since from my observation I see that many of them like that one ship along with him.

This got so long and convoluted, I hope it is not difficult to read !!! It does not help that I am currently running on some 3 hours of sleep and a can of green tea (it has no effect on me). If there is anything that needs to be clarified plz let me know !

-🍓

Genshin girls in general are quite good, both on a design and personality level. Many of them are popular with women because, as you said, they look pretty while being badass. It also helps that the writing for female characters has improved significantly over the years, making them more fleshed out and complex.

I didn’t like Lisa’s flirtatious attitude at the start, but I have grown to love her a lot, and got excited whenever she appeared in events. I wish there was more of her, tbh. Navia is also my favorite Fontaine character overall! I saved for her so much.

I adore most of the Genshin ladies, actually. The only ones I dislike are Ei and Yae Miko.

Yeah, I think the cool and stoic type of male characters are more popular with guys. And I remember seeing that one guy on the Alhaitham sub! I wonder if he reached his goal?

I… never even thought about how stuffy and smelly cons would be. Lord, that makes me want to go even less. Ew 😣

I looked up when the first Touhou game came out, and it seems like it released the year I was born. So yeah, the franchise is hella old… But I thinks it’s nice that it still has fans even to this day. Even if it’s become harder to find fan content of it 😔

I’m so sorry you had to wake up to a comment alluding to That One Ship, especially since you simply wanted to share something you enjoy. The way a lot of shippers post obnoxious ship comments under art depicting a solo character is a serious problem. It’s very annoying to constantly be reminded of a ship you dislike, plus ruins the enjoyment you could have derived from the post itself. For whatever reason, I only see it happen for m/m and f/f ships.

It’s not wrong of you to block the person. If they make you uncomfortable, then the best thing to do is quietly block them. The Japanese and Chinese fandom communities often recommend to others to block liberally so they can create a safe space for themselves online and not see things they dislike. It’s all about protecting your mental health and having a comfortable space.

I am also sorry to say that a lot of people don’t check bios, or simply don’t care about your boundaries. Once, I had a few shippers of that ship follow me on Twitter despite my bio saying for fans of that ship to not follow me. Even after I made a tweet saying I’m uncomfortable with such individuals following me, one of them left a like and continued to follow me 😐 They knew but disrespected my boundaries, so I removed them.

It might seem harsh to block or remove people over ship differences, but in our modern era of toxic ship discourse and harassment, I don’t blame anyone for feeling triggered by certain ships or their fans. It’s much better to block a stranger online than subject yourself to psychological torture. The other person will forget about it in time, if they ever even find out you blocked them at all.

lol trust me when I say there are a much bigger number of Kaveh-lovers in the yume community who also don’t like his ship with a certain Scribe! I’m friends with a few of them. In fact, my entire social media circle is of Kaveh fans who like him exclusively with girls.

I feel like the Japanese and Chinese yume communities are better on that front compared to the English yume community. I try to stay away from English communities in general…

Sorry that my response also got so long. I hope you can get more than 3 hours of sleep tonight! The weekend is almost here, so here’s to hoping you can sleep in!

[a-linearis]

to my fellow humans struggling with bfrbs (body focused repetitive behaviours):

you are not a monster, you are not disgusting or shameful, you are a person worthy of love and care and respect :)

About a week ago, I had one of the worst episodes of skin biting in months, I'm doing better now but I wanted to put some tips and reminders here!

I didn't know that there was terms for my behaviours until like a few months ago (even though this has been a thing since I was really young), since shame and stigma got in the way of anyone in my family actually doing any research/getting me help (i.e. i had to deal with it on my own :<)

[note: a lot of these are for dermatophagia/onychophagia since I can talk from personal experience, feel free to add your own advice!]

Water is a big thing that can be triggering, since it can reveal flaps of skin (when your skin absorbs the water and your skin goes wrinkly), so a lot of these revolve around water.

If the skin around your fingers is affected, go wash your hands immediately after an episode of the repetitive behaviour! Rinsing my mouth also helps sometimes.

go get yourself some (cheap) hand cream from your local drugstore. I always keep moisturiser on me to use after I was my hands/do the dishes/have a shower/anytime my hands feel dry

Wash the dishes with gloves/use a dishmatic/if you have a dishwasher and it doesn't cost too much to use you can use that

Try turning off the water in your shower whilst applying soap to your body. If showers are completely too triggering, flannels and deodorant (but at least try to shower if you've exercised/once every few days). Equally, washing your hands should be fine, but if not, then hand sanitiser (be careful of cuts though!)

I exfoliate around my fingers with brown sugar like once every two days if my fingers don't hurt, I'm not sure of the proven efficacy of it removing dead skin from the surface but it makes me feel good (it's a good replacement activity)

nail oils! jojoba oil is known to be good, but i used to use virgin olive oil because it's also good (and it was something I had at home). Right now I just use shea butter! just moisturise in any way possible!

There are some things that people say such as bitter nail solutions and gum, but I used to just chew right through those, so remember that there is no one solution that works for everyone (some of these won't help you, and that's fine)

Plasters tend to stop air from getting to small cuts on your fingers so try not to use those (they weren't very helpful for me, at least)

When your hands start healing, gloves can help, but the fabric tends to catch onto skin/nails so be careful with that (and when you're putting on clothes in general)

Nail polish/rings if you like them! You shouldn't feel like you have to wait until your fingers are better before you can look nice :)

Knitting/fiddling with rings/making sure your doing something with your hands can be useful sometimes, but it's totally understandable if you just start with one little piece of skin and you end up like completely wrecking your fingers (when you start, you often can't stop)

Be aware of possible triggers. it's very hard to do this since sometimes episodes come out of nowhere, but I know i'm more likely to start biting my skin after stressful events or during task paralysis/when my brain is "stuck" (the logic is that my brain can be "stuck" on something else instead of all these impending things i have to do but can't get myself to start doing)

Remind yourself how much your hands help you to experience the world around you - You write, read, use technology, make and eat food, play your favourite games, hug your friends and create with your hands! You owe it to yourself to keep them safe and healthy where possible. Be compassionate with yourself (it will often be in spite of the way others treat you - but we are all here for you!)

talking about it can always help too with removing guilt/shame (I am always down to talk) and reading other posts on the tags here can feel v validating (@bfrb-culture-is has been so so helpful in making me feel less alone!)

I do hope this is helpful, this post is as much for me as it is for anyone else that comes across it <3

Have a good day~

[discount-limeade]

Slipknot: A Review

This is a JOKE. That being Said.....

Conrad's Ratings On How much "Pull Game" The Knot Members Had. (And if they use Spray or Stick Deodorant)

This is 100 Percent Biased. This isn't a News source, welcome to My Hyperfixation.

Pull Game: We're gonna Loosely Define this as, If they could Hypothetically get bitches.

0. Sid Wilson

9/10

Starting Strong, Sid's got it on Lock. Docking One Point Because The Hyperfixations can Be DETRIMENTAL to getting bitches and Some people might not think Transformers are Cool.

Spray: Old Spice

1. Joey Jordison

8/10

Joey was For SURE getting Hoes in the Book. No questions. But this Specific picture (because I chose it), What in the 'Just Crawled out from under the Sink' is he doing.

-1 For Posture, tighten up man. Your neck is about to be at a Permanent Right angle. -1 for, idk I feel like he'd Say some strange shit.

Stick: He puts it on by going through the bottom of his shirt.

2. Paul Gray

7/10

Personally, LARGE fan of Paul. But we gotta think about this Logically alright. It's 2000, you're approached by this Man, he offers you a Cigarette. You take it OBVIOUSLY, he's just a being Nice.

-1 for possible Off puttingness. -1 Approachability (??). -1 When he lets you hit the bong he tells you it's not that bad and you end up coughing your eye out.

Stick: He looks like he has a Cool Sock Collection.

3. Chris Fehn

9/10

In our Hearts we all Know this man was a Ten. The eyebrows on His Mask Here are Very Good, which May Cancel out this lost Point.

-1 For Public Masturbation.

Stick: There's a Bite Missing

4. James Root

7/10

Now, if this was Blonde Jim, 10. I'd Find no reason to criticize, but it's not and this One picture will dictate his Entire Rating.

-1 Gay. Self Explanatory. -1 touched his balls and Wiped his hand on your neck. -1 pissed and didn't wash hands.

Does NOT wear deodorant and if he does it's that Paste organic kind.

5. 133

6/10

Once Again We All know he's Ten. Love a Strong Silent Guy. You know how this goes though, the picture selected Has Sealed his Fate.

-1 for, is this a school photo??. Update your portfolio. -1 I don't have my shots and those definitely have something. -1 he looks like a Train Guy. -1 beer cooler says 'for the boys'.

Stick. Looks like he tried to finger it.

6. Clown

5/10

Yo look how Whimsical he is. We got Elderman Shawn here. Physically, jumping this man's bones. Personality wise, he makes me MAD AS FUCK.

-1 if you pulled his hair it would come out in CLUMPS. -1 smells like fish. -1 definitely has a Foot Fetish. But I'm not talking NORMAL foot fetish I mean this man wants to put HIS feet on YOU. -1 says 'Honk Honk' when he grabs your Tits. Fucking YIKES. -1 keeps Muttering to Himself about The Circus, You should probably go...

Stick? It's Somewhere amongst his Things.

7. Mick Thomson

10/10

Any Day of the Week. He's just Got everything Going Right. Possible only downfall would be How strange his Wrist is Bent up in this pic but I will not Dock him for that.

Stick. He gets the Twin Packs to Share With Crew.

8. Corey Taylor

4/10.

Before you Say it, Yes, I would. But this isn't about That. This is about the fact that He gets NO BITCHES. And I'm not Talking about the Occasional, I mean this guy has never doesn't even know what Sex IS.

-2 he's COMING UP THE STAIRS FROM HIS DWELLING. -1 eats His own Ear wax. -1 how do you have lice and you only have Maybe 13 Pieces of Hair. -1 there Are Juice Stains around his mouth. -1 ate a mouse.

Spray. He likes to Stab The Cans So they Explode.

-----

In conclusion, I started Writing this at 4 am. It is now almost Seven. Have a Wonderful rest of your day.

[thatonecode]

when los campesinos! said “And when the third world war comes it will not be fought on race, we will line up here in two rows, betrayers versus betrayed” and “I assembled former ghosts at a seance. Said I missed ‘em you only have to say it once. What i truly fear, maybe selfishly, when i finally rest someone will summon me” and “We tread it carefully, we feel around in kid gloves. What death will leave behind, death will leave behind love. We will flower again i have surely seen it, we will flower again” and “Two wrists, two wrist watches. Tick-tick-tocking, second hand slightly out of time. A constant subtle reminder, one of us will be gone before bells of the other chime.” and “And I feel like I'm the host of a terrible game show and the guests on today's quiz are celebrities. Wont respond to any clues theyre just cracking jokes for views, but the answers to these questions mean everything.” and “I ask before I go, for you to drop a match down my throat, and smoke the bastard out, or burn him to a crisp. Cause i'm already carrion, been eaten from inside for too long” and “There was more life in the weeds than in the few hundred seats, in rows from transcept to chancel to nave. And when their anger had paused i turned and answered their calls with youre just audience I’m the applause” and “We burnt all the skin from the palms of my hands, with an old zippo lighter and deodorant can. I went to the palmist and asked her to read, no heart line no sun line no life line no need” and “If you were given the option of dying painlessly in peace at 45, but with a lover at your side, after a full and happy life. Is this something that would interest you? Would this interest you at all?” and “In a note I read: “if you should go blind and deaf I’ll cleanse and I’ll cook for you daily, I will take a dry ballpoint pen and trace on your chest all of the conversations that we now have in bed” i dont mean to be selfish, but i think i’d sooner just be dead" and “But if this changed your life did you have one before?” and “We learn over time, that tolerance is more appealing in theory than in practice. I identify my star sign by asking which is least compatible with yours” and “I cannot emphasize enough that my body, is a badly designed poorly put together vessel harbouring these diminishing so called vital organs, i hope my heart goes first I HOPE MY HEART GOES FIRST” and “On your request I compiled a list of my top five resolutions for this year (1!) I declined, cause Ive decided that I (2!) do not believe in the new year anymore (3!) and you must confess that at times like these hopefulness is tantamount hopelessness (4!) and i accept that its time for a change but not in places (5!) like this (5!) with people (5!) like these (5!)” and “And no more conversations about which breakfast club character you'd be. I’d be the one that dies. (no one dies) Well then what’s the point?” and “Doe eyes, you’re kidding yourself” and-

[deathless--aphrodite]

For want of a nail in “it was like you” where Ronan comes back up after he realizes he left his shirt

you KNEW what you were doing when you requested this, anon, and i respect you. i would like to add that if something had happened like this in actual canon, ronan would have been out. of. there. he would've turned around and driven to the next state. he wouldn't have been emotionally able to handle it. however, here you go:

Adam brought the shirt back to his face, frustrated. He didn’t need to picture anything when he was breathing in the pure smell of Ronan, he could get off on that alone. He swore, feeling pre-cum gather at the tip of his cock. He wanted to put his mouth at the space between Ronan’s neck and his shoulder, where the smell of him must’ve been the strongest. He wanted to put his teeth there. He wanted to put his hands on Ronan’s hips and feel the muscles of his stomach flex and make him say Oh -

The moment he hears his door open is probably one of the worst moments of his entire life. “Parrish,” Ronan says, “I left my shirt in - oh.” Adam covers his face with the alleged shirt and sinks down the floor, very slowly. “Um —“ “Oh my god,” Adam says, muffled. “Oh my god. I’m gonna die. I’m just - turn around, Lynch.”

He thinks that Ronan does turn, but he doesn’t look up to make sure. He can’t. He’s dying. Ronan begins a few aborted sentences, um, you -, huh. Eventually, he settles on, “Man, Parrish, I didn’t know you were such a perv.” His voice wobbles with what sounds like panic. 

“I’m not - god. You’re such a shithead.” 

“You were the one jerking off into my clothes, Parrish.” Adam hurriedly tucks his dick back into his sweatpants, stands, and goes over to the sink to splash some water on his face. He’s dying. “If you’re too poor to afford rags you could’ve just asked, you know.” “Ronan,” he says, feeling himself whine. “Quit it. Please.” He stalks out of the bathroom and, eyes focused on the floor, shoves the shirt toward Ronan, who takes it. 

“Was it - do I smell that good?” Ronan lets out a laugh, and Adam realises what he’d earlier mistook for panic is actually giddiness. Delight. He lets himself look up, finding Ronan’s eyes. “Well, Parrish? Explain yourself. Whatever it is, I’ll make sure to do more of it.” 

“Fine,” Adam says, gently, playing the game. “Yes, you smell good. It doesn’t make you less of an asshole.”

Ronan takes a step towards him, very nearly crowding him up against the wall. “I think you might like it, Parrish.” He's smiling, smug and happy, and he does smell so good, even under Adam's cheap body wash and that godawful organic deodorant.

Adam takes a deep breath. “Alright. Yeah. I was gonna jerk off thinking about fucking your mouth. I think you’d like if I did that, wouldn’t you?”

“Fuck, Adam.” He watches Ronan swallow, tip his head down to the ground. He puts a hand against the wall, bracketing Adam in; his heart kicks up in response, leaning closer on instinct. 

Adam whispers, “Do you wanna stop?” Ronan shakes his head resolutely. His face his lovely and flushed. 

“I’ve gotta go to church,” he says. “Or Declan’ll kick my ass.” Adam makes a mournful sound, reaching out and fisting a hand in Ronan’s jacket. If Ronan leaves now, this will start feeling like a dream, a faerie story.

“Stay. Stay. When have you ever cared about Declan kicking your ass?” 

Ronan lets out another laugh, sighs, looks Adam over with an infuriating flick of his eyes. “You want me to stay?” Adam nods quickly. “Stay, and make you come? And kiss you?” Adam hears himself make a little, desperate sound; something about the thought of Ronan kissing him is hotter than the thought of Ronan jerking him off, hotter than Ronan’s mouth on his cock. Ronan pulls back suddenly, out of Adam’s grip. He throws his shirt back to Adam, who only just catches it. “Finish yourself off, this time. I’ve gotta go pray.” 

He winks at Adam before he leaves, grinning. Adam lets his head fall back against the wall, driven almost to distraction, breathless.