#this has been taunting me sitting in my drafts for a while

[elliewiltarwyn]

a month later and out of ideas

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admitting to myself that the brain fog and general anxiety has been too much and i won't ever finish the list i helped my friends make, but i can at least present one unfinished idea i had in mind

Day 22 - Reflection. I think I drained whatever creative juices I had left trying to make that mirror look natural and i just couldn't wrangle it, and with...[gesturing at everything about november and december 2024 and maybe even a little of this one week of january '25] that just took all the wind out of my sails. but i'll at least post this as a reminder to myself that i tried, and hopefully next roevember will be better.

[nuclearanomaly]

Spite Loves...

[guiltyc0nscience]

⋆˙⟡ yapper, chris sturniolo

chris sturniolo x fem!reader

synopsis. in which chris is yapping away with his fingers in your mouth because you kept interrupting him.

warnings. gagging, suggestive but no smut.

authors note. this has been sitting in my drafts for quite some time, i completely forgot about this.

“there’s so much shit i need to do for my brand tomorrow, like-“ chris says but being cut off by your voice for the fifth time and he’s only been talking for ten minutes.

“oh my god. i’m so excited for you to release the new items, they’re all so cute.” you gush with excitement as you think about the baby tees and hoodies chris has designed.

“yeah. i think this will be the-“ chris attempts to talk but gets cut off by you, yet again.

“that baby pink baby tee? that looks like heaven. it’s so cute, i can’t wait to-.” you say, but quickly stop as you turn to chris and see the unamused look on his face.

“what’s the problem, baby?” you ask furrowing your brows.

“you. you’re the problem at the moment, actually.” he says with a smirk growing on his face as he trails his hand up your arm, holding his hand in place when it reaches your jaw, “you’ve interrupted me so many times.” he whispers, leaning his face closer to yours as he moves his ring and middle finger up to yours lips.

you and chris kept intense eye contact as he pushes his fingers into your mouth until the lay flat in the middle of your tongue.

his finger’s sit in your mouth for a moment before he pushes them the slightest bit further in. “i swear you never let me talk.” his icy blue eyes stay locked on yours as he moves his fingers just a little more.

when he finally stills his fingers in your mouth, you attempt to talk again, “i do, i let you talk all the time” you try to say but it comes out muffled.

“all the time?” chris repeats back with a scoff, his fingers moving ever so slightly in your mouth, clearly not believing you. he knows you don’t ever let him talk. he just loves any excuse to tease you.

“maybe not all the time, but most of the time” you say but when you do chris plunges his fingers to the back of your throat, causing you to gag on his fingers and tears fill your eyes. and when they do chris pulls his fingers back to sit on your tongue, “now let me talk” he says.

his fingers sit with a little more pressure on your tongue as he waits for you to nod in agreement, watching the tears form in your eyes as you try to recover from the gag. he knows you’ll agree, you always agree.

you slowly nod your head. chris smirks then continues talking, “now you’re finally letting me get a word in. so yeah, the new drop is in about two weeks so i have a bunch of shit i need to sort between now and then.”

his fingers sit still in your mouth as he talks, his other hand that’s around your waist moving up and down your side gently. while his fingers don’t move, they do apply more pressure as he talks, making it harder and harder for you to concentrate on what he’s saying.

chris has yapped and yapped for the past 15 minutes with no interruptions, due to obvious reasons.

you let out a hum as chris brings up something you really want to talk about, but he glares at you and pushes his fingers further down your throat, causing you to gag again.

he smirks as you gag around his fingers again, he’s got such power over you at the moment as he’s in full control. every time you moan, hum, or try to say something, he gags you again. he knows there’s something you want to ask, and he finds this whole situation way too amusing, “there something you want to say, baby?” he taunts with a sly smirk on his face.

he watches intently as you hum and moan around his fingers, his smirk never leaving his face. he loves how powerless you are right now. no matter how hard you try to talk, his fingers will always stop you, and it makes him so amused. he knows that there’s something you want to ask, and he’s fully enjoying taunting you.

“sorry baby, it’s my turn to talk. not yours. but you’ll get your chance later, just not now.” he says in a mocking tone. chris lets out a small chuckle as he watches you struggle. he knows how badly you want to ask him the question, but he’s loving this too much to give you the chance too. “you’re just gonna have to wait a while, baby. i still have more to say. don’t worry.”

he continues rambling on for another ten minutes. this time he only had to gag you twice, unlike last time he had to do it countless times. you really wanted to talk so you brung your hand up to chris’ hand that is in your mouth and attempt to pull it away from your mouth, which chris doesn’t like.

as soon as your hand comes up to his, he pulls it back and pushes his fingers even further in your mouth, his smirk growing as he watches you. he lets out a small huff, “no, princess, don’t try that. this is my turn to talk, not yours. you don’t listen. i have to remind you who’s in charge, don’t i?” he says in a mocking tone.

you look up at him with pleading eyes, silently begging him to let you talk.

chris looks down at you, seeing your pleading eyes and he feels his heart fluttering. every time you look at him like that, he just wants to give in and do anything for you. but not this time, though. no, no, no. right now he’s enjoying how much control he has, and he isn’t giving that up. “ah, princess, baby. stop looking at me like that. that’s not gonna work this time. i’m in charge right now.”

your body deflates when he says that. you really thought chris was going to let talk this time, but you were wrong.

chris notices your body deflates, seeing you give up. he lets out a soft chuckle; the whole situation was so amusing to him. he’s got you right where he wants you - at his mercy. he loves having power over you like this; it’s such a huge turn on for him. he can’t help but tease you a little bit more. “aww, princess. did you really think i was gonna let you talk? after all the times you’ve cut me off? that’s really cute.”

[neowonderland]

i love your bully!haechan fic so much and i need MORE 😩

I'm so sorry-- this has been in my drafts for forever!! But here's a short drabble

Warnings: 18+, smut, noncon

"Shut the fuck up." Haechan hissed through his teeth, his girthy length sliding between your lips as he fucks your mouth.

The air smells like old books and you can feel the scratchy carpet of the library digging into your skin as Haechan continues to thrust into your mouth. Haechan's hands are carded through your hair, using it as leverage to fuck your throat. It's messy, just like how Haechan likes it. Saliva drips down the corners of your mouth and staining the carpet. His length weights heavy on your tongue while you struggle to take him deeper into your throat. You can feel the tears starting to form in the corners of your eyes as he abuses your gag reflex, forcing your throat to contract around him.

"Awe, is my little crybaby slut gonna cry? Weren't you acting so brave earlier?" Haechan taunts.

You try to shake your head, causing Haechan to tighten his grip on your hair in warning.

"Don't lie, your eyes are tearing up. What's wrong, can't handle me?" Haechan coos, false sympathy dripping from his words.

"That's too bad. Just sit there and take it."

[4pfsukuna]

Sharing is caring

Debrief: Finally the Satosugu x reader fic ive been promising since like march/april hope i actually have 4 of these in my drafts. 7.6k words

warning? Lmfaooooo

Part 1 with Gojo

Part 2 with Geto

Sharing might be caring but at the moment we are speaking about satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto. Two people who have never cared a day in their lives.

Suguru glares at his phone watching your insta story its you and gojo in his loft while you sing along to the new megan song that dropped. “Two pretty ass friends we besties” and yes— he thought you were pretty and so what he called satoru a  pretty boy it was the bestie part that had him rolling his eyes and the way you pranced around his loft the next 10 seconds of the song.

He sends a thumbs down before closing his phone, he was okay with being a hater and oh Satoru is no better.

Now when Satoru finds out you slept with Suguru… well you’re actually shocked by his reaction. He seems unbothered by it and remains his flirty self. The longing touches, nor neediness for your attention and affection actually never change. He may pull you to sit in his lap more often and makes sure to hold you tight and long so the smell of his cologne is on you but that's it.

Unless you include him sitting you on the countertop pulling your lips to his kissing you intensely lips smacking and teeth clashing. Satorus kisses always take your breath away and leave you feeling light headed, the way his cold fingers would sneak up your shirt pressing your spine so you arch into him as he bites on your thick bottom lip not caring about your lipgloss at all.

Even with you sitting on the marble island top he still towered over you easily, his lips go to your neck licking before leaving little bites.

“I could take you right here” he whispers in your ear licking it and you can feel his smile as you shiver, leaning further into his embrace. 

Before you can say anything further your chin is grabbed and pulled away from Satoru and the dark haired culprit presses his lips against yours kissing you softly but with purpouse. He waste no time pushing his tongue in your mouth and the weight mixed with light squeeze of satoru squeezing your breast has your head spinning. You shouldnt be feeling a heartbeat between your legs right now… at all. Suguru doesnt flinch when you pull away… at all he actually smiles wiping his thumb under your lip and leaving a kiss on your forehead. 

Your wicked thoughts have you pushing away from both of them and you aren't sure what's said directly after but you're pulled back in when you hear satoru snap. You missed the taunting smirk Suguru sent Satoru the unspoken challenge.

 “Her fucking you isnt the gag you think it is Suguru. Lets not forget she fucked ME first and probably fucked you out of pity since everyone knows how jealous you get” and your jaw is on the floor. Satoru definitely spent to much time listening to how you talked to your girlfriends and you spent to much time gossiping with him because the way you almost yelled “clock it” until remembering the situation.

Of course what he said wasnt true but Suguru was so easily baited by Satoru… he had a way of getting under his skin.

“She mightve fucked you first but i was better” and you fight the urge to yell at both of them because while this was entertaining This was actually your fault and you knew it, you knew the consequences of pushing that boundary within your friendship with two possesive and jealous ass men would reduce it to this and you still did it anyway.

Was the dick(s) worth it? Oh absolutely and youd do it again, but this was a bit much and you were getting overwhelmed. You liked when they jokingly fought or teased another you were actually starting to miss the times when they would be so up anothers ass that sometimes you felt left out like the time they fell asleep on the couch  watching christmas movies without you Suguru manspread heavy arms resting on the back of the couch and Satorus head in his lap half a twizzler hanging from his mouth or the times when they would cut anothers hair and gossip.

“Im leaving, in sure i have something to do” you say feeling the crushing weight of your consequences ignoring the dumbfounded looks they give you. If you were turning down spending time with them something definitely was wrong. They dont fight you on it either, your word was practically bible instead walking you to your car sending eachother looks.

While you depart from the two they end up sticking around another, throwing witty insults and catty remarks at another even resulting in shoving until Suguru stutters, making Gojo laugh. And Gojos laugh is so contagious that even when he tells him to “shut up” there's a small smile on his face.

Suguru doesnt let it slide though he invites satoru over when he knows youre going to be there. There actually must be a God because you slide down his legs pulling his pants with you watching his thick dick spring up and show him exactly why he's been acting so unhinged.

Between your tongue flicking over the slit on his tip and your warm mouth nearly sucking his soul from his dick hes 100% confident you could suck a melon through a straw or whatever that line is from the song you always sing. 

“Fuck sweetheart” he breathes heavily, head lolling back and eyes closed focusing on trying not to nut holding on the this for as long as he can. With a mouth like that he’d cherish every moment your lips were on him— the swirl of your tongue, the warmth, perfect amount of spit the way your moans made his whole body vibrate to the lack of gag reflex he can feel his thigh tensing up. Too focused on the sounds your mouth is making and the occasional gagging sound that strokes his ego a little bit too much he misses the sound of the door opening and slamming shut. 

Its not until he feels a shift in the energy that his eyes slip open slightly just in time to notice Gojo walking towards the two of you with a wicked smile on his face. The kind of smile someone gives when they're about to hit you with a uno reverse after you put down a draw four.Youre still completely oblivious though as your hand comes up to cup his balls earning a groan. You push him all the way to the back of your throat pulling the reaction you want from him a louder moan and all his attention all you. 

He’s so close to cuming, giving your tight little throat everything you want… everything he wants when your mouth is gone. It takes him a second to register Gojo is alot closer in the sense that his hand is on the back of your neck pulling you off before his hands are on your cheeks holding you in place for a kiss.

Your eyes are wide in shock for a moment yes you heard Gojo come in, heard him slam the door to but to kiss you right after your mouth was just… that little heartbeat between your legs come back.

He pushes his tongue in your mouth moaning at the way you melt into him and your eyes flutter closed, unable to stop yourself loving the feeling of his lips.

You pull away at the same time Satoru sending Suguru a wicked smirk who’s looking at you with pure lust, disbelief only a singular thought in his head as looks between you two.

Though before he can act on it Your phone rings saving you and you swear you’d pay whoever it is big bucks as you nearly run to Sugurus room to get it. 

“Makis having her Dojo opening today, you coming?” Yuki ask and you almost decline. You didnt hate the rambunctious blonde she was pretty, had good style and a girls girl but her and Suguru use to have a thing back in high school where she was practically pinning after him and theres a part of you that feels disgustingly possessive over him hating every girl thats came before you. Speaking of Suguru you don't hear him or Satoru the two you needed a break from at the moment.

“Ugh i dont have anything to wear” you huff looking down at Sugurus tshirt you had on this wasnt party attire. 

“You? Not having anything to wear? Thats like me not being blonde you always have the cutest clothes” she gushes over the phone and you can just picture her head tilt. You thank God for your sleepovers with the man after drunk nights because you spot a pair of denim heels you left over a few months ago and head over to his closet.

“Oh ill be there” you squeal pulling out a oversize short sleeve shirt you knew Suguru outgrown followed by a denim bucket hat to cover up your messed up hair. You stay on the phone as you get dress having small girl talk ready to celebrate your friends accomplishments pulling out your emergency tube of lip gloss placing it on your lips.

Neither of the men expect you to walk out dressed smelling good and looking like youre ready to go out so when they scramble to their feet ready to apologize theyre instantly confused.

“Uh hold on Yuki” you pull the phone away from your ear noticing it was on 12% anyway.

“I-Im going out to celebrate Maki so uh ill see you two later” you say feeling extremely awkward as the regret is there on both of their faces.

Ahhh fuck this was awkward. You want to blame Satoru hell you want to blame Suguru but you couldnt blame anybody but yourself.

Suguru feels guilty knowing it wouldnt have happened had he not texted satoru, knows that the 3 of you wouldnt be walking on egg shells right now so he breaks first and pulls you into a tender hug, well it was tender for all of two second before he squeezes tightly.

“Ok sweetheart, drive safe and let me know when you arrive” and letting you go he looks like he wants to say more or give you a forehead kiss but decides against it taking a step back. 

Satoru steps up this time pulling you in for a hug and you can feel the sadness dripping off of him, theres no smart quips, no teasing not even his usual arrogant smirk. He blames himself for being so arrogant in the first place walking in and kissing you like that. He doesnt regret it though.

“Call me when you need a ride home princess, you know ill come” he tells you fighting himself to let go as he takes a step back shoving his hands in his pockets to not reach back out and grab at you.

“Ok”

“Hey doll” you hear from behind you, turning to see a familiar scar lipped muscle head man and you roll your eyes.

“Im not interested” you tell him going back to scrolling on your phone cup of alcohol in your hand untouched not in a drinking mood at all.

“Wasnt persuing, i was just curious why the usual life of the party is cooped up in a corner holding the wall up…actually wheres your body guards?” He ask and you’re ready to go into defense mode about satoru and Suguru but you know that look in his eyes. Maki has the same one when she is about to pester someone trying to be friendly but it comes off bitchy.

“You a zen’in?” You ask squinting watching his body language as he squeezes his knuckles and tightens his shoulders, his navy blue compression seeming to stretch more across his broad chest..

“Was” he says sharply. “Took my wife’s last name it’s fushiguro now” he smiles and you take the time to notice the silver band on his hand.

“Youre married?” You gawk and he chuckles pulling out his phone showing his Lock Screen of him a woman a little girl and probably a 10 year old boy.

And you fall into conversation with him about married life and being a dad and how he was here to support his little cousin since they had a shitty family. The black sheep had to stick together and while he went away to prison for a few years Maki made it her mission to be there in his place. 

“The blue eyed freak is a good God father too, he’s always sending gifts when he can’t come but makes sure to come when he can”  and you can't help the grin as you think about how Gojo is and how he's more than generous with his money. He loves spending it on others and had mentioned a little spikey haired unimpressed with his antics rugrat. 

“Gumi, right?” You ask and he chuckles flipping to another picture, it reveals a few different types of guns, a purple worm and then an adorable boy probably about 6 or 7 who looks so unamused. He swipes at another one of him with a pink haired boy sharing comic books making you grin.

“He hates Gumi, somehow Gojo is the only one who can call him that. I think its because they start to play fight after and Gojo lets him be as rough as he wants even pretends the kid does damage. If i didnt hate him half the time id say it was adoreable” he chuckles as the two of you begin to fall into a wholesome conversation. though before you can comment on how he was actually a big softie you are suddenly yanked away with a bruising grip. The last person you expect to see is Gojo like at all so when he's staring at the man you roll your eyes only to catch Getos gaze.

Oh.

OH.

They had made up or enough to decide the only two that would be in this fight was them and not a third man. Not that he would, this man spent his whole time talking about his kid and something about men with kids… not your type at all. Plus this was probably the only man in the room that didn't try and talk to you.

“Fuck off shes taken” Suguru tells him and he eyes him up and down sizing him up and taking a step closer. The renounced Zenin smirks as he eyes him up and down before looking over at you sending you a wink.

“See you later doll” and walks off an air of areogance surrounding him and you see why him and Gojo were friends.

“What are you two doing here?” You ask crossing your arms watching as Suguru takes your cup downing all of its contents and tossing it.

“I think the better question is what are YOU doing HERE?” Suguru emphasizes pulling you closer but before he can pull you too close Satoru intercepts and throws his arm over your shoulders pulling you into his side.

“Princess were not here to argue with you we just…missed you” he pouts pushing his face against yours and as much as you want to fight the smile you can’t help it.

“Ive only been gone for an hour” you smile trying to push him off though he doesn't let you just sinking further into the dramatics holding onto you with an obnoxious groan.

“Hes so fucking needy” suguru spits and your suspicions off them arguing is confirmed as he tucks his hands in his black jeans looking around the room in his typical condescending way.  

“Shut the fuck up Geto” Satoru snaps and you know he’s pissed, in your several years of friendship you’ve heard him call him that twice and the first time led to the two of them in the infirmary. 

Suguru rolls his eyes, walking off to go get another drink as Satoru pulls you to a chair and sitting in his lap. He twirls a loose thread at the end of the shirt you're wearing and you can sense his attitude, his usual playful demeanor gone but he still is somewhat satisfied with you sitting in his lap.

Its like a hot cup of ramen waiting to boil over.

You hear giggling and notice its yuki standing too close to Suguru twirling a strand of hair around a finger and any teasing youd done about either men being jealous goes out the window. 

You were fucking seathing blood boiling and your nails digging into the thighs of Satoru unknowingly. He hisses grabbing your attention and once you notice you quickly move your hands.

“I-im sorry” you pout, wrapping your arms around his neck hugging him tightly sitting back some when he chuckles. 

“And you tease us for being jealous as if youre any better princess” he coos patting your thighs chastising you slightly and you roll your eyes. Before you can respond Suguru takes a seat next to the two of you and had either of you paid attention youd know that he had been talking about you ignoring Yukis advances.

Satoru rolls his eyes and Suguru uses that to taunt him.

“You have her in your lap and still not satisfied, so annoying” he manspreads poking satorus head purposely annoying him. Sometimes he liked to act like he was so much more mature than you both until he did shit like this.

He observes your attitude and chuckles.

“Oh you're mad at me too sweetheart, but forgave your little glow stick.” he sneers at Satoru who swats his hand away, not angry with you but you could see the tension rising.

“You know she's a brat who gets jealous and you're over there flirting” he says outting you and you blink incredulously he didn't have to clock you like that.

“Satoru!” You snap which only makes Geto suck his teeth.

“Satoru satoru fucking satoru—“ and jealousy was ripping through him he couldnt even hide it at this point his eyes dark and his usual ‘better than thow’ mature act completely gone. This was the worst side of your trio when the three of you were arguing and had the same shitty attitudes except Suguru had the worst and sassiest mouth.

Yet you still felt like you werent actually apart of their argument.

“Shut up shes literally in YOUR fucking clothes” he whisper yells and you can tell hes getting close to his breaking point. “Do you know what i fucking walked in on?” 

Its silent between the three of you for a second not even the sounds of the party could penetrate the metaphorical bubble yall were in. 

Satorus resolve has finally snapped and the way he actually felt was seeping through at a fast red hot pace, faster than either of you had ever seen. Everything was always a joke or teasing banter with him so the red hot pulsing anger that shifted to coat his ear tips was new for him.

 It's only a moment before Sugurus lips twist into an arrogant smirk and he pushes some of his dark locs over his shoulder further pushing Satoru to his limit. It was rare that Suguru was the antagonist… but not unheard of. 

“Wasn't a problem when you kiss—“ he begins and the panic that takes over Satorus face has you spinning. His whole body tensed and hand sank into your thighs.

“Shut up” you finally snap making both of them look at you insults dying on their tongue. “Were not doing this in public… and not at someone elses moment” 

The three of you fall into a silence but the tension is still there and its becoming unbearable for you. You felt like the mom of two unruly teenage boys and you just needed a minute to breathe without the two of them bickering. They don't stop with their dirty looks either it’s like they’re still arguing telepathically.

When you see Maki you immediately stand to congratulate her giving her the gift card you stopped and got on the way there telling her youd love to come and learn a few moves.

“Dress comfortable— that means no heels, mini skirts, ass grabbing jeans…” she laughs pushing up her glasses with a singular finger the other propped up on her hip.

“I dress to impress comfort is for the week” and you both laugh while the two are uncharacteristically quiet behind you making her look between the three of you.

“Everything okay?” She ask and you all nod but she doesnt look fully convinced.

“Well when you two idiots arent suffocating her id love to have you two as special guest for the students” she smiles sincerely and the word suffocating alerts them as she walks off. You probably were overwhelned and they definitely were suffocating you is all they could think.

“I'm tired, can we leave” you ask softly, almost getting drowned out behind the music they nod letting you lead the way. you’d done enough, come to show face, speak to Maki and even a futile attempt to get away from these two not that it worked. You were beginning to feel defeated and the drop of your shoulder and strut missing from your typical walk doesn’t go unnoticed          

Suguru stops satoru pulling him by the back of the shirt to fall a bit further behind you. He can admit when he was being an ass and knew that if he didnt stop hed lose you and his bestfriend… not forever but he didnt want to argue either. 

“Ill drop it if you do” he speaks taking note of how upset you were and you hear them knowing this was their version of making up.

“Dropped” satoru sighs adjusting his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose with his middle finger subtly flicking off Suguru who only laughs bumping his shoulder.

But theres still tension… you feel it. You know your boys well enough to know sonething happened when you left and had you gone back to Sugurus place instead of Satorus you probably wouldve figured it out.

They dont say much to another only to you, avoiding eye contact and even physical contact which was odd. Satoru was soooo.. touchy and Suguru as much as he snapped at him would let him. He always let you and Satoru do whatever you wanted to him play with his hair, poke at his cheeks even bite him randomly. Satoru was a weirdo.

You needed them seperated though so when Satoru goes to take a business phone call, something about sending Maki a gift you set your eyes on Suguru.

“Suguru” you purr giving him the fuck me eyes and he folds so easily. Men were so easy it really didnt take anything but a bat of your lashes and the purr of his name

He already knows what game your playing at and everytime him and satoru argued with another they always expected you to pick a side. You didnt understand how you become the peacemaker of their antics but you did. And when they argue they stoop low, like right now Geto had gone as far as eating you out to sway you to be on his side he had to before he told you what actually happened.

Its when Gojo walks back into the living room seeing him kiss up your thighs as you look down at him with a look thats suppose to be reserved for him that he looses his mind. 

“You ass you know we said we would wait until we talked to her first” Gojo hisses, phone clutching in his hand and you falter slightly because Getos actions seem like something Gojo would do. Geto shrugs pulling at the hem of your underwear.

“You walked off and she hasnt cum since you interrupted us earlier” he glares watching the way the white hair man stills in the middle of the room and you notice they both have a weird look on their face.

“What happened when i left?” You finally breathe out watching how both men glare at another and you pout when you realize their pettyness has increased in the past 3 hours. Neither of them say anything and you pull Getos gaze to you by his chin lightly stroking with your thumb watching as the glare melts.

 “Tell me what happened when i left” you know your boys well and Getos lips turn into a frown as he looks up at you from his spot on the floor.

“Fine we were arguing about that little stunt he pulled and and whos the better kisser and—“ Geto begins to sing like a canary unable to hold back when it comes to you until his words get stuck in his throat.

“And he kissed me! Grabbed me by the front of my shirt wrinkled it and kissed me put his warm tongue all in my mouth” Gojo shouts walking closer sitting on the chair next to you the hem of his boxers showing as his sweatpants shift slightly.

“Geto you cant just do that—“ you begin understanding why Gojo was upset.

“Yeah and you grabbed my dick dont forget that even swirled you finger around the tip” Geto hisses darkly his hand tight on your brown thigh. 

“Gojo—“ you gasp in shock not even sure who to scold because honestly the thought of them two was kind of hot and it made you wetter not the either of them noticed. 

“Oh you wanna talk about fingers?” Gojo hisses and youve heard enough when you cut them off. Their fight was silly, it wasnt about consent and in their fight of who can outdo the other their tension snapped while you were off at Makis grand opening and you were only mad you werent there to witness it.

“So are you mad that it happened or mad that you liked it” the questions directed at both of them but neither of them answer but the way the tips of their ears turn red is enough to tell you everything you need. 

“Well why dont you two kiss and see if you like it or hate it” you coyly throw it in your own horny attempts forgetting your word was bible and theyd do whatever you say so when they look at another and the sexual tension returns you feel your core clench around nothing.

“Gojo is too much of a—“ Geto begins to tease unable to hold back in his teasing ways but the white hair man joins him on the floor between your legs pushing his lips against Getos shocked ones. 

You can see the suprise at first and Gojo is definitely applying full pressure until your soft fingers tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck and pull him back slightly giving the dark haired man a second to adjust but hes chasing his lips the next moment.

Your hand falls watching as their mouths chase anothers hot and heavy until Getos hand comes up gripping at Gojos neck slightly and he lets out a sound similar to a moan as he melts into the kiss. Your eyes float down for a second to the building tents in their boxers before watching their hands start to roam over the others body.

“So mean to me earlier satoru, now look at you” Suguru teases, pulling his shirt off before reattaching their lips.

Satoru bites Getos lip before his hand slowly trails down his chest and under his waistband the hand wrapping around his length. Your lip finds its way clutched between your teeth not expecting it to get this far. Geto is sensitive and you know that touching the tip is the quickest way to turn him on and it seems satoru ignited that in him because he pushes him completely back on the floor holding his wrist in one hand over his head with his other hand holding Gojos hips.

Its when their hips start grinding into another that your fingers find their way into your underwear pressing against your clit. The wetness coats your fingers and a soft moan slips past your lips as you watch your two lovers fool around. Your moan doesnt go unnoticed and they break apart Geto looking over at you and Gojo in a daze as he stares at the man hovering over his lips. 

“This turn you on sweetheart” Geto ask grinding his hips against the man under him pulling a strangled moan from him that does something to your core. Gojo looks like he wants more but hes to scared to ask so you use your pointer finger to tell geto to come closer.

His lips are instantly on your thighs kissing up your cloth cunt tracing around it with his tongue listening to your soft moans and the sound of satoru panting.

Your lips are shortly captured by satoru who doesnt plan on missing out on any of the fun(planning to go through his bi panic later) his tongue swirls around your mouth and all you can taste is Suguru letting you know just how much they enjoyed kissing another.

He slowly pulls your shirt off making it easier for access before sliding down next to Suguru between your legs trailing his finger everywhere sugurus tongue just was. You feel yourself beconibg wetter at having both of them between your legs anticipation brewing until your underwear is pulled off and theres 2 sets of fingers circling your hole.

“Sweetheart?” Suguru purs the same time “Princess?” Falls from Satorus lips and your heart races your core clenching around nothing. Any regret long gone and nonexistent.

Sugurus thick fingers use the slick practically pouring out of you to rub circles into your clit while satoru long slender ones push into you pulling a moan deep from your throat and oh do they like that. In a split second they learn they do better as a team than divided.

Suguru rests his head on your thigh loving when your fingers instantly go into his hair, nails brushing against his scalp.

“Sorry” and Satorus mouth is replacing his fingers thrusting into your core and you feel the knot begin to build, you were easily overstimulated and more than sure the two of them were about to take advantage.

“You forgive him sweetheart?” You hear the dark haired man ask, pressing harder into your clit making your stomach convulse and eyes squeeze shut. You wouldn’t be able to handle both of them ganging up on you, you honestly didn’t think this through at all.

So when satoru licks up from your core to your clit right over Sugurus fingers your burst at the sight of him taking his fingers in his mouth sucking on them and you don’t miss the way he’s challenging him. But Sugurus too far gone…or ignores it just smiles replacing his fingers with his tongue on your core licking up your juices.

You were so fucked, feeling your eyes roll back you let your other hand find Satorus undercut pulling him back to you both of their tongues licking over you. And yes you were greedy so fucking greedy moaning at the sensation.

“You taste so good, just for us” and its the first time Suguru acknowledges sharing not that he has a choice but you hear the need in his voice and when your eyes flutter open you realize why. Satoru had his dick in his hand using long slow strokes the same strokes he was using to eat you out with.

 They finally get enough of their tongues licking into the others mouth and the pressure snaps from them just tongue kissing around your clit before locking lips moaning into another’s mouth. The wet slaps and smacks the only thing filling the room as suguru uses his other hand to keep pumping in and out of you.

Their kissing doesn’t last long and satoru is exploring his way down his jaw and neck with licks and kisses that had Suguru breathing heavy, shivering when his pink tongue flickers over his nipple. He grins before his head is out of your sight and from the way Suguru grunts you can guess exactly what Satorus doing.

Leaning forward your eyes widen watching Satoru deep throat him not a single gag sound until he pulls off repeating the motion pulling a string of curse words from suguru.

“S-satoru… fuck fuck FUCK” and his eyes roll back hand completely stopping its assault on you both hands flying to the head if white hair in his lip. Oh and this was new— it was almost like Satoru was getting his payback from his man Suguru was earlier. Pulling his mouth to yours, your tongues clashing as you swallow every sinful moan that climbs up his throat, hands tightening in his hair.

“Come on” suguru grunts standing up tossing you over his shoulder and dragging satoru up by his chin leaving a nasty open mouth kiss on his lips.

“Whaaaat?” Satoru whines before Sugurus pulling the both of you towards the bedroom 

———-

Satorus longer slender fingers wrap around Sugurus throat pulling him close and squeezing never losing eye contact.

“Is that right Suguru? But youre doing so good fucking her so perfectly. I think You look so fucking perfect like that making me even harder” gojo tells him and you dont have to see him to know how Suguru is hanging onto every word you can feel his dick twitchibg inside you. Even turning to watch him in the mirror you watch his face and the beautiful way he falls apart you knew he loved the mental stimulation so being talked to it rather through it shouldn’t have had your mind spinning like this. But Satoru…Satoru did. 

Satoru sat propped on his knees, a hand tenderly on the back of your neck knowing better than to touch your hair while your lips were wrapped around his red leaking tip and Suguru? Suguru was complete putty for the two of you right now bottom lip harshly between his teeth while his hands gripped onto your hips keeping a steady pace as he thrust into you from behind the only thing louder than his balls repeatedly slapping your clit was the wet schlap schlap schlap sound of your core already having came 3 times but Suguru was relentless.

“Youre so fucking needy Suguru, you need me to keep talking you through it huh,baby?” His lips extremely close to Sugurus as he continues squeezes his throat tighter its when you watch his eyes squeeze shut at the nickname.

Oh you were fucking loving this, Suguru was so fucking tender for Satoru. He talked so much shit was so damn arrogant and had been fucking with him for weeks. Had he just wanted his attention this whole time? Had he been having his own bi panic this whole time?

Oh!

“Oh you weren’t jealous about me and Satoru fucking your were jealous you couldn’t—“ before you could finish your sentence he plunges two fingers in your mouth snapping his hips harder into your with a sharp slap to your plump ass.

“S-shut up!” He snaps grabbing satorus  wrist trying to hold onto something…anything. He couldn’t have both of you talking to him like this, he was going to cum too fast and he was enjoying the tight warmth and the way you constantly clenched around him way too much for that.

He’s grateful for his dark hair coming down as a sheild because between the way you sucked on his fingers with that evil yet innocent way you looked up at him and Satoru talking him through it his face was a crimson red. Not that it mattered, the redness was across his neck and chest yet no one spoke of it.

“Couldn’t stand the thought of your pretty boy with someone else” and satorus shameless guiding his dick back into your mouth sucking Sugurus fingers into his mouth instead. His eyes cross when one of your hands reach under the two of you palming at his balls.

Fuck putty.

He felt like ice cream on a hot summer day and he was melting. He never thought much about threesomes but to be used like this… overstimulated like this and by you two? His brain couldn't process a single thought let alone any of the smart remarks he’d been spewing earlier.

“Y-youre… youre such a brat, satoru” suguru grunts through clenched teeth only getting a chuckle in return as Satoru pulls all the way back going from his knees to sitting against the pile of pillows a singular leg stretched out while the other was propped up for you to lean against slinging a long arm over the headboard.

“Then come tame me, baby”

And that’s all it takes for suguru to pull out of you pick you up and sit you on Satorus dick making him hiss not ready for how tight or wet you were, moans slipping from your mouth as you try to brace yourself.

Satoru chokes on every word when Suguru lines his dick up with his entrance and uses the wetness from your orgasms as lube before sliding in.

“Fuck” the both groan loudly… louder than anything you did and you nearly orgasm listening to the raspiness of their moans.

You watch as Satorus eyes become glossy for a minute before leaning forward taking his lips in yours smiling when he instantly kisses back. Your hands find his undercut soothing him as his find your breast massaging them for his own satisfaction.

And right when he whimpers in your mouth is when you know he fucked up.

“Tame you?! Tame you! You— shit! You want me to fucking tame you, you bratty ass pretty boy. Look at you taking my—“ he rambles dare you say drunk off the stimulation from being in something so tight piercing blue eyes staring directly into his soul he almost cums at the sight of both of you.

Satorus quiet… except for the broken moans he chokes out his fingers gripping your hips with a bruising force, and it’s kinda what he gets for antagonizing the dark haired man. Your lips find satorus neck leaving little purple bruises and hickeys the thought of being claimed and possessed stimulates him the way  being talked through it does Suguru.

“Oh and don’t think i forgot your little teasing sweetheart”  he nips at your shoulder fingers coming for a full attack on your clit making your eyes cross. 

“Whole things her fault” Satoru manages to squeeze out and you practically taste how fucked out he is, how close to cuming he is.

“Yeah it is…i might be needy but shes greedy wanting both of us” he groans out marking up your neck you knew you couldn’t handle both of them ganging up on you, you were already fighting your trembling legs.

“Im g-greedy?” You breath leaning back against Sugurus chest your tiddies bouncing, stealing Satorus gaze.

“Suguru you did fuck both of us sounds like you’re the greedy one” you wrap an arm around his neck pulling his head to your shoulder before pecking his lips.

“I get it, look at how fucked out our Pretty boy Toru looks” you turn alliances ganging up on Satoru who jaw drops. He loves the attention and the use of “our” if his dick twitching in you was anything to go by.

“W-wait” he stutters trying to pull away only for suguru to lean forward pushing you forward as well. He guides your hips to match the pace that hes set inside of Satoru whos hair is finally starting to stick to his forehead from sweat.

Satoru finds his way to your clit taking over, feeling his stomach clench when you clamp down on him, your eyes rolling back when his dick curves up into that spongey spot inside of you pulling a high pitched whine from your glossy lips.

“So fucking perfect sweetheart” and Satoru isn’t sure if the nicknames for you or him the way he purrs it against your ear but keeps eye contact with him and he feels his stomach convulse shutting his eyes tight.

“Come on baby let me see those gorgeous blue eyes” Suguru pleads, grabbing Satorus chin as much of a sucker for his eyes as everyone else if not more. Pressing two of your fingers into his mouth he moans around them eyes shooting open.

“Fuck sweetheart that’s so fucking sexy, im so close” he heaves into your shoulder arm tightening around your waist.

“You feel so good satoru, squeezing me so tight. Gunna cum for us? Please baby” Suguru fucking begs and Satoru is a whore for him couldn’t help it if he tried actually begins shooting his heavy load into you triggering your own orgasm.

“Fuck” and Sugurus dumping his load into the white haired man leaning forward to kiss him sloppily your fingers quickly removed from his mouth.

You loved watching them kiss each other it was actually so fucking hot. Satoru whines pulling Suguru closer by his dark tendrils body rolling up into you as he sucks on his bottom lip before grabbing you by the back of your neck turning his lips on yours.

You instantly suck his tongue in your mouth the saliva dripping down your chin.

Suguru being the greedy fuck he is leans forward licking it back into your mouth kissing both of you at the same time.

Exactly, greedy. It’s nothing but the sound of teeth clashing lips shaking and subtle moans as the three of you continue making out hands roaming another freely. You miss the silent conversation they have as Sugurus fingers slip inside you and Satoru takes his time on your clit as they moan into another's mouths.

The pressure building up feels different. You were so horny all over again from watching the two of them make out so needy for another that when your orgasm explodes making you squirt the three of you fall into silence with nothing but heavy breathing.

Your body felt weak as you molded into satoru eyes fluttering shut as his hands instantly began rubbing down your back in a soothing rhythm and sugurus hair tickles your side as his large hand rubs down your thighs.

Smiling you crack an eye open to sink your hand into his silky locs gently massaging at his scalp not at all surprised when he purrs into it scooting closer to you just to trail kisses on your wrist letting out a loud satisfied sigh.

 “Gonna go start a shower” Suguru stretches as he sits up leaving a lazy kiss on Satorus lips before he tilts your head up to leave one on your lips as well before gliding off to the bathroom.

Satoru wraps his arms around you a bit tighter being the big cuddler he is leaving a series of kisses on the top of your head.

“You think he’d be down to fuck on camera?” He mumbles against your lips, thumb trailing over your cheek pushing curls away from your eyes.

“Of course, his hair would be noticeable though everybody would know who we are” you giggle brushing his snow white hair back and off his forehead leaving a tender kiss that turns into a slight makeout as you hold his face in place.

“Satoru, I can't figure out your stupid shower. Why is it a touch screen and has knobs?!” Suguru huffs before walking back into the bedroom grinning when Satoru gently places you down climbing out the bed. 

Suguru doesn't hesitate at all, taking his spot pulling you to cuddle into his chest as he wraps your legs around his waist.

“Feeling ok sweetheart?” He asks his thumbs massaging deeply into your thighs rubbing out any kinks while his other hand rests on your lower back. You smile up at him not wasting a second to press your lips against his and he slots his tongue in your mouth.

Slowly pulling back he rests his forehead against yours though his dark eyes never leave your puffy pink lips.

“You need to get rid of all your little boy toys” he finally adds possessively the certainty in his voice that has you missing the sound of Satoru walking back in the room.

“MY boy toys?” You ask incredulously as if the two of them didn’t have a phone book of women to call. But they don’t register that instead seeing that they need to make it known you belong to them and vice versa.

“Yes, or we could just crash every little date you go on makeout with you and then each other” Satoru smiles pulling your head back so you can see the seriousness in his eyes.

“And if that doesn't work we’ll just beat the shit out of them” Suguru shrugs as if he hasn’t just threatened a hypothetical man but it seems to only turn Satoru on as he agrees climbing back in bed waiting for the shower to warm up.

Suguru only leans back resting his head on Satorus' stomach, both sending you matching devious looks as they wait for you to say anything that could start a second round.

“I think I liked it better when you two didn't get along.”

Sharing was caring and maybe these two actually did know how to do it.

[quitesins]

Boxer!Bakugou x Sports Journalist!Reader

Masterlist

Tags: Sfw, Drabble, Female!reader, Aged up!character, Boxer!Bkg, Sports journalist!Reader, ooc bakugou? Maybe? Dialogue heavy, I’ve had this in my drafts since feb, idk anything about boxing btw

“They say you’re a prodigy, Mr. Bakugou but do you think you can keep up with those who’ve been fighting for years?”

Bakugou Katsuki, The Dynamight.

It’s testy to ask a question like that. You’ve watched his other interviews- he’s volatile, quick to anger. So you’re surprised when he looks you over, and smirks.

“You doubtin’ me?” There’s amusement in his voice. He thinks you’re nervous, he’s already disregarded you as a threat.

“No.” You sit up a little straighter. “But you have been uncharacteristically quiet about your training recently. One can only assume why.”

Bakugou lets out a bark of laughter, it’s not one you haven’t heard before but it’s still rare, feeling almost exclusive to the journalists he really doesn’t respect.

“And you’re suspecting it’s because I have nothing to show? Hah!”

You have to force your eyebrows back up, your lips to still curve.

“If not, what else? Aren’t you a little too confident” You pause. “Izuku Midoriya is also force to beat, but even he isn’t so cocksure.”

The crowd around you hushes. No one dares mentions that name. Bakugou grits his teeth, while you smile with yours prettily. It’s a low blow, bringing up his rival, but you’re not here to play nice either.

Bakugou takes a second, then replies. “That nerd would tremble over a baby.” His arm comes out to rest on the seat beside him, and he leans back casually. “His progress has nothing to do with me. I know my skill. I don’t need to be worried.”

It ticks you off how quick he is at regaining the upper hand, like confidence runs through his veins.

Though he looks unperturbed, his team ushers another journalist to the mic, and you have to step back at last. But even as you sink back into the crowd, head lowered, scribbling away at your notes, a pair of red eyes follow you, with intensity you’d be glad not to notice.

You’re waiting in the cold, under a darkening sky, just outside the hall, when a warmth emerges on your left side. It’s him. The Dynamight. And you jump back startled.

He stands there, clearly entertained by the fact you hadn’t noticed him and then by little gasp when you do.

“Mr Bakugou.” You’re curt, not particularly interested in getting into an argument, expecting that was what he was here for.

“Bakugou’s fine.” His shoulder nudges yours, for a second you think it’s a threat, but the foreign softness of his voice makes you realise otherwise. He’s trying to be… friendly? For what reason, it’s beyond you.

“Bakugou.” You don’t open up, but you don’t shy away either. He seems to take that as a win. “Shouldn’t you be inside, I’m sure everyone is clamouring for your attention.”

He snorts, it’s similar to his laugh during the interviews, but this time you can tell it isn’t taunting. You feel a bit guilty for assuming it had come with malice earlier.

“You’re not one bit scared of me are ya?”

“Should I be?”

Maybe he genuinely enjoys the back and fourth, because he really laughs at that. “Nah, you’d probably write a hit piece on me.”

“I- What?” When his words sink in you fluster at his claim. “No I wouldn’t? What?!”

“I read that article you did on Dabi.” Bakugou raises- without accusation. “The fucker deserved it.”

“It wasn’t like that!” It wasnt. It’s not your fault the famous boxer Dabi— Touya Todoroki had turned out to be former world champion, Endeavour’s son. You weren’t trying to expose any nepotism. It just happened to be. “It’s my job!!”

For a moment, Bakugou thinks you look like a scolded child, trying to defend yourself from the heinous allegation of stealing from the cookie jar.

“Relax. I know.” Bakugou nudges your shoulder again. “It’s why I want you to come interview my gym.”

“What?”

“My gym, Jeanist, Red, the whole lot.” He lists. “I don’t trust any other extra to do it. Either suck ups or fuckin’ liars.”

“And you think I’d be the inbetween?” You eye him warily, you don’t trust his trust.

“Yeah.” He ignores your skepticism. “Plus, it’d be nice to have a pretty girl around for a change.”

Now that’s what gets you speechless. Despite the increasing attempts of gossip mags trying to speculate about the annoyingly handsome Dynamight’s love life, he’d never actually been caught in a dating scandal. Honestly it seemed like the man was far too focussed on himself to have interest in anyone at all.

“That shut you up, huh?”

You’re actually glad he teases, because it reminds you not to fall for whatever charm he’d conjured up. You give him a frown but somewhere in your chest, it feels oddly warm.

“Think about it.” He steps back. “I’ll tell you now, best fuckin’ article you’ll ever write.” He nods over to a car you hadn’t noticed pull up.

It’s your cab, and it’s mildly embarrassing to realise how concentrated you’d been on him. He goes to take his leave and you turn to enter the car. Neither of you say goodbye, you just look away with faint smiles on your faces.

I had the beginning of dis just floating about in ma drafts since feb, finally added to it so why not post, also yes this is a call to watch Ippo. Miyata my beloved…

[starberry-cupcake]

it took me so long to be able to sit down and recap that I had to scroll a lot to find my draft

previously in nona del 9:

this happened (including a very unexpected thing I predicted)

this is the general tag (where you can find out how long I've started predicting that and how unaware I was of what I was doing)

CHAPTER 28 (cracked sixth skull!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! noooooo!!!!!!)

nona wakes up disoriented like jonas in dark

someone says "Chill" and I know immediately it's probably gideon

nona

(aka ice cube barbie, I guess, but we're gonna call her nona while she's behaving as such)

(I did guess that one right as well, that one I'm more proud of than the ice cube barbie nickname)

finds herself in a truck that's in a tunnel

and indeed gideon is there, staring at her

gideon asks nona "where is she?", which I think means where's harrow

wouldn't all of us like to know

she also asks "do you love her?" which kind of leaves nona totally confused

and pyrrha tells gideon to "take a walk"

but I'm on gideon's side tbh

because for all intents and purposes, from gideon's pov, she finds harrow's body (after having occupied it briefly) and has this random ice cube barbie in it and she's like

it isn't her fault that everyone got attached to nona while she wasn't there and that nobody has the same attachment to harrow that she does

like, I know allegedly some of them care about harrow (idk how much pyrrha does, but most of the surviving canaan gang might, minus judith) but nobody has the same link to her that gideon does

are you gonna tell me camilla would have behaved differently if this was about palmolive's body being used (and potentially killed) by an ice cube barbie? if she didn't know where actual palmolive was? or pyrrha with og!gideon? I don't think

am I being too defensive on gideon's behalf when nobody asked me to? maybe so

anyway, pyrrha back off, thank you

pyrrha looks like she's half past dead and very tired, but don't we all

pyrrha also tells gideon to "stop being a little shit" to which gideon replies with "it's genetic" and that got a chuckle out of me ngl

pyrrha is about to call nona "A—" (which might be AL, etc.) and nona freaks out and tells her that she doesn't want to remember

nona also has some necro stuff on her that's meant to keep her in harrow's body as long as possible

also, nona snaps at pyrrha and acts more like ice cube barbie would, with the things she tells her and how she says it

she's very upset

taunting pyrrha for acting like a family and saying "you should have given into your desires and eaten us"

she also asks pyrrha to let her die

btw, turns out they found the sixth thanks to the kiddie intel

most hard working characters in the whole series

especially kevin

pyrrha is also again with her pessimism saying "I'm not sure any of us are getting out of this one"

not with that attitude, pyrrha

nona then looks around at the sixth, helped by pyrrha, who carries her, and notices that most of them have been blinded

camilla is in a wheelchair with chad!palmolive behind her

palmolive is very nervous about how his mom is going around making friends with every BOE person she meets

we missed palmolive's mom, she's great

palmolive says yandere twin is getting lively and kicking, which makes it sound like him and chad are expecting

pyrrha says palmolive is too lively, which means he knows something she doesn't

as if that didn't happen all the time since we've met the man

he always knows something we don't

and he's not very good at giving a heads up about it

we suffer is also feeling like pyrrha so, not good

palmolive and camilla are again discussing plans nobody has any idea about, basically mentioning the escape and that gideon helped with some specifications

BOE is trying to do what they can with the heralds and whatnot but it's not looking great

so, palmolive says they need to put the sixth house back in the truck

palmolive's plan is to go through the river, take everyone to the nine houses and find the sixth they parked outside the star system

this is pyrrha after hearing the plan

palmolive and camilla have a plan to make this happen and he asks for camilla's family to be present, but she wants just her sister because her dads wouldn't "understand"

this is me rn

especially because camilla is looking very weak and that doesn't align with my fantasy

pyrrha catches up with what they're trying to do and gives a moving speech so that they don't do it ("you've been stand-ins for something I haven't had for longer than either of you can understand")

but we all know that if palmolive and camilla have decided something, it's done

camilla says "Just watch us", which proves my point

pyrrha kisses them on the mouth also

the invited party come in, with coronabeer also there, looking very tense

palmolive and camilla go sit on the floor together and camilla is feeling really tired

it's time to start the prayer circle, familia

nona tried to get closer but she almost falls flat on her face and gideon is still trying to act like she doesn't deeply care about her besties

then, the emotional speeches begin

"the perfect friendship, the perfect love. I cannot imagine reaching the end of this life and having any regrets, so long as I had been allowed to experience being your adept"

"will she know who we are, in the River?" "I truly think we see ourselves and each other as we really are"

"but say yes, and we will make this end, and this beginning, together"

"My whole life, yes. Yes, forever, yes. Life is too short and love is too long."

"Don't look back. Whatever you do, don't look back."

CAN WE TAKE A MOMENT FOR THIS AMAZING QPR???

CAN WE TAKE A MOMENT AND APPRECIATE THAT????

WE LOVE TO SEE IT

WE HATE TO SEE IT UNDER THESE CIRCUMSTANCES, BUT ALSO WE LOVE TO SEE IT DEPICTED

so, after all that, camilla bursts into flames spontaneously

yes, ok, so

WHAT THE FUCK

she rolls around, stands up, rolls around some more, becomes featureless and, eventually, the flames die

they ROASTED my WIFE

I'm fine, I'M FINE, I'M TRUSTING THE PROCESS

then, the figure stands up, naked, and asks for clothes, as if nothing had just happened

we suffer gives them her coat and nona notices an emotionless expression on them

nona says they have camilla's figure and features, but new eyes and face

NEW EYES, YOU GUYS

but nona notices that the new person isn't quite camilla nor are they quite palmolive

they march towards the inert body of yandere chad and take the handkerchief from them

they give it to nona as a birthday gift because, as we guessed, the birthday party is cancelled

not for a lack of guests, because nona is back in the gang

but the whole imminent disaster for the planet is making it quite difficult to host a party there

yandere chad wakes up and says "So there was another way, Sextus, after all"

and the new person offers yandere chad to come with and says "We are the love that is perfected by death—but even death will be no more; death can also die. There's still time, Ianthe. Time for you, and for Naberius Tern."

yandere chad says "I bet you say that to all the boys" before dropping vacant again

YOU HEARD OF CAMILLA AND PALMOLIVE

YOU HEARD OF CAMOLIVE

NOW GET READY FOR

CAMOLYCTOR

CHAPTER 29 (first house skull, means I'm in danger)

the sixth goes back into the truck without any complaints, which means every single one of them are saints, because I'd probably rather die at that point

that takes away points from my sixth house test

camolyctor doesn't need a wheelchair or medication anymore in their new camolyctor state

they actually go around healing people with a touch or two

which is perfect because I'm writing this recap on easter

if there was a day to talk about the resurrection, amirite

but everything is fine, and not only because camilla somewhat survived and my potential sixth qpr polycule is packaged in one container

but because NOODLE IS HERE

angel teacher and yandere pash are also there, but it's not as important as noodle being there

and yandere pash says they're coming with, because angel teacher decided that they are

I'm gonna have to put up with yandere pash for longer

but I'd love to see how her and gideon get along

(I hope not well, for my personal entertainment)

(playing with two dolls and making them fight)

(I hope gideon throws hands with her cousin)

(here's where all the yandere pash fans come for me, I've been here before, I know how it is)

angel teacher says "we" exist and that makes them a "liability"

STILL DON'T KNOW HOW THIS VET IS SO IMPORTANT

I've had theories about things before, some I got right, others I got wrong, but I'm lost with this one

I don't even have a theory for this one

she says she's the messenger, that the message has two parts and nona is looking at one of those parts, which is "aim", passed to her from her predecessor "Emma Sen"

she says the message is too easy for humans to understand and asks if nona knows

but nona is as lost as I am

"aim high?" "aim true?" "aim to the emperor's head?" that one isn't two words

I wondered if "emma sen" was also some kind of a message, since they call this one "aim" and that's a message in itself, allegedly

but so far, I'm nowhere with this

I assume nona aka ice cube barbie is gonna get it when she has to and not before

meanwhile, nona is becoming more and more paralyzed

and pyrrha says "I think it's time we wake you up"

KNOCK KNOCK TOMB

she wasn't there when harrow got there but, at this point, what do I know

barbie facts, apparently, that's what I know

god I hate that jonman and I were on the same wavelength about some things

was his mom the one who stole my hollywood hair barbie?

where was jonbutt's mom in the 90s and was it a camping site in south america

gideon was already in the cockpit when they get there and pyrrha goes "Hey, kid"

pyrrha, which is it? are you nona's dadmom or gideon's dadmom, you can't pick both sides

gideon finding out her heritage in the worst time like jon snow and being like "thanks, I hate it"

camolyctor comes in with the commander, coronabeer and judith, who's looking a bit better but still needs to support herself on coronabeer

or maybe they don't need to do that but they want to cuddle

it's all good

we suffer says she's leaving them with the entire hope for BOE, which, no pressure

she gives them Protocol One which, for them, means "live"

camolyctor chooses a name that isn't camolyctor, which is what I'd like to keep calling them

they choose paul

because palmolive is probably a fan of dune

he read the books and likes the new movies more than the 84 one but likes kyle maclachlan more than timmy chammy as paul atreides

why do I keep using these recaps to post headcanons about palmolive's potential takes on media????????

anyway, we suffer says goodbye to the gang and to camolyctor paul atreides

and says she's gonna give a special goodbye to palmolive's mom who has learned a lot of the names of the BOE already

we love palmolive's mom

coronabeer is like "Paul...Hect?" and they're like

gideon also tries to get into the nickname game and suggests "u lap" and "aulp" but camolyctor it is

they're a better, improved and not dub con version of a lyctor, but the name fits for me

everyone looks worried except for camolyctor paul atreides, who is just chill

have no idea what that would feel like

they start driving but, at that moment, nona gets interrupted by a john chapter

which means she's unconscious???

JOHN 5:4

"From time to time an angel of the Lord would come down and stir up the waters. The first one into the pool after each such disturbance would be cured of whatever disease they had."

ok then

happy easter

dr reverend emperor john cringe is now on a beach and writing initials in the sand

he writes a J and an E, then changes it for an A and then for an H

earth, annabelle lee and harrow????

I started my earth theory about 16 chapters in

not sure exactly how harrow fits into all this

if it's not a harrow thing precisely or if, because she's a baby blender, harrow has a connection to ice cube barbie and is why she could see her

like, when her parents did the thing they did, the mini resurrection and all that, and also she got some of gideon's battery power through it, maybe she also got something from the tomb because it was right there

alleged harrow asks about what it means to love god as a child of the ninth

which might be the first (?) direct time she references something harrow-related

dr reverend emperor john says that "after this" she'll resurrect "them"

"The ones I left, I'll bring back. I know I can. Even G—. In fact, G—'ll be the easiest–he won't remember the compound–none of them will have to remember anything."

I'm sure this will solve the fact that you're both a cringe man and unhinged

making everyone forget how cringe and unhinged you are

it's not as if we clocked it the moment you showed up

(it's been over a year of these recaps, it's taking me some sweet ass time, you guys are patient)

"I did need to do it"

his story also isn't aligning with some details, it seems he detonated everything before og!gideon's bomb went off, but he forgot to cover that for a second

he says there can be no forgiveness but doesn't specify for whom

he goes "do you remember what happens now?" and harrow stands up

she isn't "alleged harrow" anymore, now she's named harrow for real

and she goes "through her, I've seen it", which means she did somewhat connect to ice cube barbie, probably by the end of book 2 and all that

she says dr reverend emperor john always resets things on his terms and with whoever he sees fit

and that he needs ice cube barbie for it and she can't die if he doesn't

ice cube barbie is only scared of dying

"I saw the face of the Earth and the chocked life out of it and ate it whole"

I WAS ON THE RIGHT TRACK, BABY!!!

he knew the others turned into RBs, and that they would come for him

I assume ice cube barbie isn't one because he kept her in that form

so he brought back his gang to help him fight while he hid

he says something will satisfy them eventually but nothing will ever satisfy him

"that's all the end of the Earth was...making things clean. It gets dirty again, you clean it again."

isn't that a speech I've heard a million times and an ethical, moral, social and political red flag

but harrow is here for the receipts

"I want to understand the mathematics, now that I have seen them for myself. I want to know how many of the Resurrection are left, and how many you begun with, and what the discrepancies are. I want to know where you put them. They didn't go into the River. I want to know why she was angry...and why you were terrified."

"perhaps, the child of the Nine Houses will recognize a different divine"

harrow says she needs to find god even if she "lies, right now, within the Tomb"

so harrow goes into the river

and she sees a tower somewhere in the distance, appearing from the water

she steps into the river and decides to start there

and I'd love her to go to the tomb because our gang is going to the tomb so maybe we can sort out this body-soul freaky friday situation we've got going on here

AND THAT'S IT!!! It's very late but I wanted to finally finish this recap so I can keep reading later this week, fingers crossed ♥

[reverieblondie]

What if Raphael teleported himself to Tav and she just so happens to be completely naked? Like they haven't really begun courting yet, and BAM! Now he is in her home and he is seeing the object of his affections interests in all of her glory when he wasn't expecting to.

Bonus points if Tav is super calm about it - minus any initial surprise - and just sighs and casually goes to start covering up, maybe while saying "So what can I do for you, Raphael?" or mumbling something like "And this kind of thing was why I asked Korrilla to tell me when to expect you. So much for 'that would never happen'... "

You can decide what happens from there.

A/N: Thank you for this ask! I actually have made this ask a part one to another ask that will be its part two. ( I hope that makes sense! ) Anyway, sorry for the wait and hope you enjoy! Starts off steamy but the ending is more silly. MDNI! 18+ only!

Oops...

He tries to focus on the show in front of him. Raphael crosses his legs. Lounging back in his chair, he intently watches as Harrlep makes the moaning tiefling bend over on all fours. 

These are always his favorites when a client so enamored with him is rewarded with Haarlep. It's the perfect cycle, the client is rewarded for their loyalty, Haarlep is fed, and Raphael gets to feel the ghost of pleasure on his cock as the person is beautifully ravaged. Always so captivated as sharp claws traced down their backs letting beautiful drops of crimson cascade down their skin and decorated his satin sheets. Then there is the musical sound of horse wanton moans with desperate cries of more. 

But today… It's doing nothing. 

Even as Harrlep yanks on the man's tail, making him scream and rut himself back on the incubus's  cock faster. It still stirs nothing; Raphael looks down at his crotch, where he feels everything but nothing in making it swell. He's never had this problem before, and now he's bored of this show.

"Stop, stop," he commands, making Harrlep pause their thrust. 

Haarlep sighs, rolling their eyes while pulling the man's tailback, keeping his ass warming their cock. "Do I need to remind you about critiquing my fucking again?" 

Raphael sneers at the incubus, "No. I'm simply bored." 

Haarlep smirks, leaning down to the man, lifting his head by the horns to face Rapheal. The man's dark eyes are full of tears, his cheeks flushed and panting for breath. "Hear that, darling? You're boring the master…" 

Their words of cruelty taunt as the man's cock throbs, precum drooling out as he lets out a sob. Haarleps's hips started to roll again at the delicious sound and the feel of his quivering. Incubus are always so torturous to their meals. 

Raphael waves a hand before Haarlep can resume their pace, "Go take him somewhere else; leave me alone." 

Haarlep hums, continuing to tease their current meal, til a cruel smirk twists to their lips. "So sorry, pretty boy, but Raphael would have preferred to watch a little mouse instead."

They snap their fingers before Raphael can yell at Haarlep and disappear with the man. They will take all they can from him to get their fill. Raphael has been rather neglectful to his incubus as of late… but to mention you of all people…

Raphael twists his chair to face his desk where contracts sit, waiting in their draft forms. It takes no effort from him to pluck up one of the rolls of parchment and find the contract he had written just for you. You're so clever, having never signed it, much to Raphal's annoyance. Though his mind still lingers back to you. And though your name is not here, it still echoes in his mind. Haarlep, as insufferable as they are, does have a point… Raphael longs to see you, to see you in his bed… though he wouldn't be just watching on the side, Raphael would be the one tracing his long nails down your body, the one to be thrusting you into submission as your body sweats and quivers to take all of him. 

The mere thought of it makes his body grow hotter, and his cock finally twitch. Raphael rolls his eyes at himself; those thoughts get him to stir. 

Not only has Raphael been thinking of your body and how it could be twisted for all of his pleasures, but he also just wonders about you and what you're doing… He could send Korrilla to spy on you, though he doesn't know if he could merely be satiated with retelling your daily happenings. No, he wants to witness it, watch as you wake, follow you as you stroll through the city, and see your wit and quick nature to the worms that dare test you or flirt with you.  

The thought makes him sneer. He needs to get eyes on you; the sooner, the better. Standing, Raphael makes sure his hair is fixed, and his clothes are present. Once he deems himself suitable, he snaps his fingers and lets the blaze transport him. 

Raphaels is already practicing what he will say once he sees you again, but as he's transported to you and finally sees you, all of that rehearsing goes out the window. When the cambion, after all this time, finally gets to see his little mouse, he gets the privilege of seeing her in all her natural glory. From the steam and water running down the curves of your body, it's clear to him that you have just gotten out of the bath. The other thing he observes is that you don't seem all that surprised to see him.

You eye him up and down before rolling your eyes and reaching for a towel. "You have impeccable timing, Raphael..." You wrap yourself up and stroll over to the cambion. "What can I help you with, Raphael?"

Raphael feels his whole body tense as you approach him. You could help him with things... but those desires are forced to wait.

"Mouse, I'm hurt. How do you know this isn't just a friendly visit? "

A scoff leaves your throat as you turn away from him, dropping your towel as you do behind a changing divider. "You don't do friendly visits in my experience..."

 Raphael tsk. "my, you are cynical.."

You come from behind the divider in a simple outfit, and only you can enhance into something beautiful... You fold your arms over and do that slight frown that drives him mad... "What have you come for?"

You... he wants to say, but he bites his tongue.

Raphael is trying to keep his cool facade, does some quick thinking.

"Well, mouse, if you must know... I'm here for your home."

You look at him confused, "My home? Why?"

Raphael steps forward, carefully brushing your hair from your shoulder. "The house of hope has been... busy as of late... the screams, the questions from servants, Haarleps... loud feeding... it's all so distracting... even a devil needs an escape."

"Why my home?"

Rapheal smiles at the simple question, "You have always been my favorite client, mouse."

A smile threatens to curl to your lips, “so you want to use my house as an escape? What if I'm not here?"

"I can find my way around..."

"What if I'm here

"I wouldn't mind, it is your house…"

You think momentarily, "What if I bring a guest over?

Raphael shrugs as his fingers trace your skin, "Tell them I'm your roommate ... or your lover…”

Raphael feels you tremble, "What's the catch?"

"No catch, just sometimes unexpected company." 

You think long before nodding, "Fine, but I have some terms for you to follow." 

"Deal." 

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💋Tongue Piercing: NAKAMOTO YUTA

↪︎Pairing: idol!Yuta x female!reader

↪︎Genre: comedy

↪︎Warning: suggestive context about the piercing

↪︎ Synopsis: in which you’re on FaceTime with him, where you mention the speculations NCTzens have of him having a tongue piercing, and he confessed to you he does.

↪︎Word count: 560 words

divider credit @plutism 🖤

You were in your room laying on your bed while on FaceTime with Yuta once he finally got home from practice. Moments like these is where the two of you treasured the most considering how there isn’t always time and place for the two of you to be together in person.

“You know your fans are quite something.” You giggled as you remembered going onto Twitter today and seeing all of them freak out over the thought of Yuta having a tongue piercing.

“What has them freaking out this time?” Yuta asked with a smile on his face, as he knew you liked rambling about moments NCTzens have.

“The entire timeline was freaking out, because they believe you have a tongue piercing. One even had a close up of your mouth in the JCC video you were in.” You said as you shakes your head with a smile on your face. “Even if you did have one, you would’ve told me.”

“I do have one.” Yuta said bluntly.

“And if you did have one- wait. YOU HAVE WHAT?” You yelled out as you looked at your boyfriend with wide eyes.

“Yup, I got one see.” Yuta said before sticking out his tongue to the camera.

Seeing the shiny piercing placed perfectly in the middle of his tongue made your head feel very full with thoughts that you truly didn’t think could go the way they did.

“Y-Yuta when the hell did you get it done? And how the fuck did I not realize?” You said as you looked at him with a forming blush on your face.

Yuta smirks seeing you blush. “Is my princess thinking about the new ways I can pleasure her with my tongue piercing?” He coos at you. His smiling growing wider as he saw how truly flustered you got, as he knew he just confirmed the thoughts in your head.

“No.” You groaned out as you squeezed your eyes shut trying to get this man out of your head, cause he always knew what you were thinking.

“Don’t lie to yourself princess. You know it’s true.” Yuta laughed as he started to admire you.

“I’m not lying…ugh! Yuta you’re making me flustered!” You moaned out as you dropped your phone onto your bed, as you pressed the heal of your palms into your eyes while trying to hold in your laugh so it doesn’t provoke Yuta into laughing.

A chuckle was heard from the phone. “Baby, I’m just taunting you. Besides you’ll see me soon.” He said gently but the darken look in his eyes scream differently.

“Dude ima block you,” you laughed as you knew Yuta was only just starting.

“Block me? You know better than that, princess.” Yuta laughed.

“I’m not! I’m just kidding!” You said as you took hold of your phone again.

“Mhmm.” Yuta hummed, as he gave you an amused smirk.

“So how was—“

“You want to feel my piercing on your clit don’t you?” Yuta’s blurt interrupted the rest of your question, just causing you to blank and stare down at your phone.

“NAKAMOTO!”

The sound of Yuta’s laughter hits your ears, just as an intense heat took over your face.

“I can’t stand you man.” You mumbled out as you covered your face trying to calm down the feeling of the heat.

“I love you more, princess.”

note: I have had this little drabble in my drafts for like…2 years? 💀 it’s been sitting and waiting for it’s time to shine 😚🤌🏼 but I hope you guys enjoyed the little work here! Thank you for reading! 🥰⭐️

— mochi 🤍

[alchemistc]

For the director's cut: anything about "eddie makes it worse"

Alli you are in luck, the Avs Charity Banquet sufficiently distracted me from The Horrors (say thank you specifically to Nate MacKinnon for his little dancy-dance) so I feel good talking about Eddie Makes It Worse now. Not gonna be much commentary, tbh, because I fully lost steam on part three and will probably never finish it, so you're getting the unedited draft I've had sitting around for months at this point. I am once again slightly suspicious about how much of my spec fic related to Tommy and his insecurities has ended up on the show, because I really don't think I'm that good at getting a read, but alas. Eddie Makes It Worse was specifically written in response to me not blocking well enough on here (although I can't actually remember the exact post that made me ravenous for Eddie to throw another live grenade at an Issue), and also me thinking to myself "But wouldn't it be funny if actually BOTH of them were jealous of Eddie for completely batshit reasons because Eddie loves them both like brothers". Here's the draft that's been hanging around taunting me for ages:

Tommy won't lie. He's thought about it. Despite Eddie's firm assertion that he's straight, the way he knows without a doubt Eddie isn't attracted to him - he's thought about it. And not even necessarily in a death-knell of the relationship kind of way. Eddie's hot. Buck's hot. The two of them are obsessed with each other and impossible to separate.

(That's unfair. Eddie has absolutely made it a point to give Buck and Tommy their own time. He's forced them into it, when they can tell he's feeling down and hesitate to leave him be.)

So. He's thought about it. Idle thoughts, bordering on fantasy. What they'd look like together. How they'd move, how they'd sound. How it would feel to watch it from the outside. How it would feel, if they knew he was watching.

Eddie makes an intrigued noise when Buck tips his chin and Tommy once again considers throwing something. Buck's never once used that move on Tommy, because he likes not being the aggressor, likes the feeling that Tommy just can't quite take it anymore. Sometimes, Tommy was certain he yapped so much just to see Tommy snap and lean in for a kiss.

And then there are lips. Because they are actually fully commiting to this. Buck's lips, on Eddie's, a little more forceful than Tommy had been expecting - but then maybe he's just projecting. Tommy and Buck aren't BuckandEddie. They have a different thing.

It's not not hot. Buck's hand slides along Eddie's side, tugs him in. Eddie's lips part just enough for Buck to press the advantage. Their noses clash, and Buck changes the angle, and the awkward hand Eddie's had floating at Buck's shoulder shifts to grip his neck.

Buck opens his eyes as he gets Eddie's bottom lip between his teeth and tugs, and suddenly he's watching his ex make out with a mutual friend while his ex stares straight into his eyes and challenges him to do something about it.

Tommy can't move. Can't think can't breathe doesn't want a single thing to do with any of this and he wishes he'd never let Eddie through that door.

They'd talked about it once. The idea of seeing each other physical with other people. Buck took it as an insult, and Tommy was just grateful that he wouldn't be introducing Buck to the idea of it, even if he'd spent the next week promising Buck that he didn't expect Buck to cheat.

("It wouldn't be cheating if it was something we discussed," Tommy had said, torn between begging forgiveness and trying to give Buck a little more insight into what this new section of the world he'd opened up was really like sometimes, like straight people didn't also fuck around for the excitement of it. The thing was, he didn't really want to be Evan Buckley's gay guru and the fact that the very idea of an even slightly open relationship was abhorrent to Buck had settled something under Tommy's skin. They were in this. They were together. Tommy hadn't pushed or examined any further than that and he wishes he had.)

Buck slides a hand into the short hairs at the back of Eddie's head, swallows up the sound of Eddie breathing through his nose, and releases with a slick noise, hand pressing Eddie back, eyes still not leaving Tommy.

And now Tommy has seen... all of that.

"Weird technique," Eddie intones, eyes tilted up to the ceiling like he's actually formulating a critique. "The biting thing was kinda nice." Buck's eyes finally fall away from Tommy because now he is incensed.

"Weird technique! You introduced tongue before our faces were even aligned!"

"You have a weird shaped nose, I wasn't expecting to have to work around it!"

Buck's hand darts towards his face. Tommy happens to like that nose, but then again, the one on his own face is a lot to work with. He'd find anything less than a beak charming.

This is ... not even remotely what he'd been expecting. They both seem like nothing has shifted. Like this is any other day where they bicker just to bicker.

"Do women actually like that thing you do on the roof of their mouth?" Buck asks, gesturing vaguely, and Eddie scowls.

"Your tongue is like, monstrous, you know that right?"

Swell. They have a comedy routine.

In any other situation, Tommy fucking knows Buck would be forming a shit-eating grin and a sly comment that revealed way too much information. As it is, Buck's gaze just darts to Tommy, momentary heat before his expression shutters.

"I don't think he's convinced, Buck. Maybe we should have sex." Eddie says it so monotone Tommy's actually a little impressed.

Buck looks contemplative. "I mean fine, but if you don't like my kissing you are not gonna like-"

"Are you two fucking insane?"

They both turn to look at Tommy. He's sounding a little manic, tone pitched higher than normal, eyes wide, hands gesturing more than they usually do. He wants to scream. He wants to cry. He wants them both to leave and never speak to him again because this is beyond the pale of insanity.

[urfavluvergirl]

When She Became More - all of the girls you loved before au

AU masterlist - you can find other stuff under #🪼opheliajones

Ryan— a little more in tuned with his feelings, realizes there’s more to Ophelia then his childhood friend.

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Honestly I like really like this fic so if it’s bad be nice. Also I don’t know if Ryan’s parents or sister went to the game last year so don’t come for me.

wc: 1.1k

things to look out for: swearing, Ryan accidentally gets a little touchy (nothing major)

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Ryan stood in the library, quite literally staring at Ophelia in the library.

It’s not like he was stalking her. She was the one who invited him to join her after finally texting him back hours later.

He wasn’t nervous. Ryan could call himself a pretty normal and calm guy, he doesn’t crack under pressure like others do, and he’s never openly nervous before much of anything. But right now, there were foreign feelings swirling inside his chest that made him apprehensive. The same ones that he’d been feeling since leaving her dorm yesterday.

Maybe he could just turn around and go back to his dorm, call his brother and ask him for more advice on his feelings.

Or maybe he could just be normal and actually join her.

What the hell are you doing?

”I was wondering when you might show up.”

And oh, he’s at her table. He just walked to her table.

”Ha, yeah, practice went a little late.” Ryan lied, trying to seem cool.

”Practice? It’s like…3:00 pm Ry.” Ophelia questioned, but couldn’t stop herself from using his old childhood nickname.

Ryan huffed out a laugh and sat next to her, giving her a teasing look at the nickname while she tried to hide her face.

”Well I’m a bit more serious about hockey since the last time you saw me.” Ryan teased back.

”A bit?” Ophelia taunted him.

”Maybe more.”

He felt a smirk make its way onto his lips, something was so easy about this. It didn’t take time to get back to normal, it wasn’t awkward. It was just them, like it used to be. Albeit a bit older and wiser with more complicated feelings.

“I missed you.” Ryan blurted out. Which made him go a little pink.

Ophelia looked at him, really looked at him, which made him a little nervous.

Her smile became gentler, and her eyes softened from teasing to something else.

He did really miss her ever since she left. He felt crazy but every time something monumental happened to him he pictured her with him.

Like when he was drafted, he wished she was the one sitting next to him, so they could do their secret handshake or something stupid when the Caps finally called his name, or a hug, that would’ve been nice too. Or when he scored a goal, during regulation or OT, and she was sitting in the crowd in Plymouth, Michigan cheering him on. Maybe she would be wearing his jersey too—LEONARD—across her back in bold red lettering. What if after games he would hold her in a tight hug, and she would be so happy to just be with him, even if they had a shit game.

It suddenly occurred to Ryan that all these years that he had been imagining her, he wasn’t imagining the girl he was best friends with. The girl who he punched many kids for. He imagined a girl that grew with him. A girl that didn’t believe that guys had cooties, or that boys were a girls’ biggest enemy. And all those years of imagining lead him to now.

But she was even better than he could ever imagine.

“I missed you too.” Ophelia replied. “And I won’t leave you again, not if I can help it.”

He probably looked like an idiot, looking at her like she hung from the moon and the stars. If Gabe or Will were here, they’d probably chirp him into oblivion. But now he didn’t care. It felt like a part of his heart was finally beating along with the rest of him, and he was going to do everything he could to make sure she knew that, make sure she knew that he needed her.

His head came to rest on her shoulder.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

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“Would you come to my game?” Ryan blurted out into the silence of Ophelia’s dorm.

She furrowed her eyebrows at first, a little bit confused that he just blurted it out— as well as no further information.

”Our first home game of the season, it’s against LIU.” Ryan corrected.

Ophelia huffed out a laugh. “Of course I’ll go, I wanna see how good you’ve gotten.”

Ryan smirked at the thought of showing off his skills to her. ”Mom, Dad, and Bri will be there too.”

Ophelia’s smile widened. She had missed the Leonard family a lot. There was always something going on with them, a big, happy family that young Ophelia dreamt of having when times got hard.

“Oh, even better, maybe I won’t go for you then.”

Ryan rolled his eyes and unknowingly splayed his hand on her thigh, “I’ll put on such a good show for you, you won’t wanna look away.”

Her eyes widened at the touch, before he looked down at his hand.

”Shit. Sorry.” He rushed, trying not to think about the tingling sensation where skin met skin.

”Don’t worry about it. We’ve seen worse of each other right?” She reminded.

”Right.” Ryan replied. But the feel of her skin was already embedded into his mind, and the more carnal part of him wanted to put his hand back where it was.

She scooted closer to him on her bed, to the point where their shoulders were touching.

”You’re thinking.” She added. “Stop.”

”Since when did you become wise?” He asked.

Ophelia snorted out a laugh.

”I’ve always been like this, but you just didn’t need that yet.”

Ryan looked at her confused, probing her to continue on.

She sighed,”You guys always put so much pressure on yourselves. I saw it with John when hockey started getting serious. And I see it in you now as well.”

Ryan had heard that speech several times— and yet it sounded so different coming from her.

And wow, they’ve gotten close.

Their bodies pressed up against each other, faces only a couple inches apart.

”Thank you.” He whispered, why was he whispering?

Maybe to not shatter the silence that enveloped them, so comforting and warm and holding feelings that hadn’t been discovered by either of them yet.

Ophelia’s nose scrunched,”What did I tell you earlier today?”

Ryan took a beat and answered.

He was standing so close to the edge, yet he didn’t feel fear. He felt peace, for the past day his head was spinning and spinning the most it had ever been. He had never been so sure and unsure at the exact same time. And he knew that if he let himself tumble, he wouldn’t regret it this time—whatever the outcome.

So Ryan finally did what he wanted to, after standing on the edge for years, he let himself fall.

[goodeapple]

how much do i have to pay you to write something with current canon show Aemond and Ysilla

absolutely CERO dollars (bc this has been in my drafts bEGGING to come out teehee)

“it is just gossip, my prince. something to pass the time between the smallfolk. words fill the mind when there’s no food to fill the belly-”

“i said,” aemond cuts off the squabbling squire, his tone icy. “tell me what was said about the princess ysilla.” 

the boy pauses, the blood draining from his face and leaving behind a sunken gray parlor. when he speaks again, his voice quivers like a blade of grass in a storm. 

“they’re saying she’s pregnant. quick work by the blacks to solidify ties with the north. or with the riverlands. the word is, she is some moons along. so the… union must have taken place soon after your business with the late prince lucerys. many are saying cregan stark, the wolf of the north, must be the father as he is very committed to the black’s cause. very committed to the princess and their coming child-”

“leave me.” 

the squire doesn’t need to be told twice. he turns tails and scurries off, the heavy chamber door thudding shut behind him. the prince regent sits alone in the council room. all else is quiet, save for the war raging in his mind.  

aemond shouldn't be surprised- he's not, in a way. bastards are rhaenyra’s specialty. certainly, she would implore her daughter to spread her legs and whelp out an alliance in the form of a babe. and if the father is indeed stark that fucking mongrel, how aemond wants to carve into his belly and pluck out his entrails until they are but a noose to hang him with then aemond knows he needs to tread cautiously.

‘this war will not be won with dragons alone.’ fucking horseshit. he'll burn down winterfell on the morrow if he wishes, until there's nothing left but ancient ash and stone. he'll kill the wolf in his own den, lest he has not already made room for himself in ysilla’s bed. 

unbidden, fantasies of his niece swollen and plump with life rush forth. pregnancy would suit her: the swell of her hips filling out, the golden gleam from her skin glowing bright, the blessing of her bosom busting out of her neckline. 

another vision, of a swaddled little thing in green and gold blankets, cradled in her arms so tenderly. ysilla would coo and shush them with her sugar sweet voice, all the while the babe would suck milk out of her heavy, aching breast, the dusty rose of her nipple bitten and spit shiny. 

green and gold blankets. a foolish fantasy… but fantasies, have no chance of coming true. 

“you’re pathetic. you and your lush of a brother ruin dinner and taunt my brothers into behavior that is unlike them, and you won’t even think of apologizing? our families are balancing such a fine line, and yet you dance on it with glee.” ysilla judges with such a biting clarity, she leaves no room for argument. she barged into his room like had the right to, and plucked the book he was reading right out of his hands and sent it flying into his wall. and now, she subjects him to this? her righteousness makes him choke. 

“your poor poor, bruised brothers.” aemond pouts mockingly, before erupting into laughter. his niece flinches, more frightened by that then she would be if he shouted. “i hope aegon rang luke’s head like a bell. and i? i should’ve struck jacaerys the same as he attempted to strike me.” 

ysilla regards him with something close to sympathy, but there's too much detestment alongside it to be at all good-natured. 

“what a sad, small man you make, aemond. my pity is the only piece of me you may have. never my respect, never my admiration, just my pity.” 

aemond takes her words and swallows them down, lets the sharp edge of them carve a jagged line down his gullet. if she wants to try her hand at cruelty, aemond will show her how it is done. 

“the word of a bastard born girl means little to me. i do not have your respect? the only value you have within you is that of your last name. and that name ysilla, is not Velayr-”

ysilla’s palm crashing into his cheek stops him short. he toys with the idea of praising her- she hits harder than her brother could ever hope to. even in her brutality, her touch upon him is warm and the heat spreads to the rest of him as if he's being engulfed in a forest fire. 

“do you think that hurt? come on, you can do better than that.” aemond taunts, pulling upwards into his full height. he towers over his niece but she does not yield, straightening her spine in an admirable attempt to seem formidable. “hit me.” 

so she does- striking him again and again. a slap, a shove, a scratch, the next harder than the last. but still, he advances, accepting it all with a greed that has drawn open a pit inside his belly. ysilla spits and snarls, her adrenaline making her blows land soundly but sloppily until her back collides with the edge of his table. aemond catches her wild hands in his own and pins her wrists behind her to the tabletop. the smooth expanse of his cheek will soon begin to bruise like a ripe peach but for now, it glows ruby red, the very color of ysilla’s wine stained lips. 

“not a dragon at all, i see. mayhaps, you’re more akin to whatever your father’s sigil is- whatever that may be.” oh how he wants to devour that fury that springs to life within her valyrian eyes. maybe not velaryon, but undeniably targaryen. 

“you’re sick. you’re as sick and twisted as that fucking scar on your face-”

their kiss is more fight and fury than anything sweet. teeth catch tongues, and they battle for an upper hand neither are willing to give.

aemond sweeps his arm across the table, books, cups, and papers careening to the ground. he spins ysilla around, humming in appreciation as she arches back into him. she places both hands on the table, trying not to seem too eager as she widens her stance and therefore, opens her legs.

“don't care to look at me?” she asks primly, her haughty tone only dampened by the lust heavy on her tongue. the one-eyed prince can't wait to hear what she'll sound like when she's praying to him for release.

“quite the contrary, issa dõna. unless you wish to leave here in tatters, let me unwrap you like a gift and take my spoils as such.” 

his words strike the right chord as he hears ysilla take in a shaky breath. she clutches at one of his hands pinching at her hip and guides his touch upwards, until aemond has a handful of her breasts. maybe it will be him that prays to her for salvation.

every button on her dress he pops apart reveals slips of skin he mouths at hungrily. she tastes of honeysuckle and salt, and he'll bet a million gold dragons her cunt tastes even better.

ysilla’s hands go behind her, fumbling and toying at his belt until she unlatches it. her hand dives into his breeches, cupping the pulsing thickness of his hard cock. he voices a warning groan into the nape of her neck, grazing his teeth along her skin in a promise. 

“aemond, do it. take me… ruin me.”

and when she begs like that, he cannot find it in himself to deny her. 

it was the night before his father died. the last night they were all together- the last night he’d seen her. only a handful of days before he and luke met for the final time in storm’s end…

he can’t be… it’s not possible. well… it’s possible but his niece isn’t stupid- she must’ve drank moon tea the morning after they… 

but what if she hadn’t? 

aemond snarls, sending the spherical stone once in his fist across the room in a vociferous clatter. all of his thoughts- aegon, harrenhal, his mother, the iron throne- melt away and leave behind a thread that has begun to unravel. ysilla, ysilla, ysilla. 

he has to see her. he has to know for certain.

.

[drabblesandimagines]

reader comforts Clive after a nightmare?? I love ur writing sm <3

Thank you, anon! I've had this in my drafts for a while. Just some soft comfort, maybe a bit angsty! I hope you enjoy x

Compromises

Clive Rosfield x reader

You awaken from a dreamless sleep, too exhausted by the day’s activities to dream, to find the chambers in darkness and dawn still a few hours away. You nuzzle your face back down into your pillow and close your eyes, expecting sleep to reclaim you quickly, dismissing whatever woke you up in the first place when a heartbreaking whimper echoes around the room.

Clive.

You sit up then, wide awake - surprised you don’t rouse him from how you make the bed shake in your haste. Clive’s lying on his front, topless, a hand nestled under his cheek. His hair is more disheveled than usual, though you thought you would have awoken earlier if he’d been tossing and turning to such a degree. His brows are furrowed and his face twitches and a whimper of your name emits from his lips.

You’re struck by indecision – should you attempt to wake him, or is safer to let him wake himself? You wrack your brain, trying to remember if Tarja had ever shared any advice on the matter over the years spent together, moving cautiously to the edge of the bed to think.

There is no further time for deliberation as Clive wakes with a gasp, reaching out with one hand to your side of the mattress, hoping to find your slumbering form. When he can’t find the solace he so desperately craves, he pushes himself up, flustered – heart pounding, lungs heaving, eyes darting around - to find you sat nearer the edge of the bed, watching him carefully.

“Clive?” Your tone is cautious – not sure if he’s truly awake or still in the throes of his dream.

“Oh, thank the Founder,” he twists round and pulls you into his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around you, pressing his face into your hair. “You… You’re all right. It felt so real.”

“A nightmare?”

“Yes,” he says on the exhale, sounding breathless.

“Do you wish to talk about it?” You ask, cautiously.

“In a moment. I just…” He presses a long kiss against your crown, and you can feel his heart pounding through your cheek upon his chest. “I just need a moment, my darling.”

“Take as many as you need.”

You stay in that position for a while, your arms looped around him as best you can, sitting in the quiet as he keeps his chin upon your crown, trying to steady his breaths.

“It was…” He swallows. “I dreamt that Barnabas… He… He had you in fetters.” An arm drops from around you, seeking your hand instead to press a kiss to the pulse point of your wrist. “He’d… He’d taken you.” His other hand begins to rub up and down your back, attempting to ground himself once more with your presence, the warmth of your body. “His sword at your throat. And I was close, I could see you, and he demanded for Ifrit to show. But… he wouldn’t come to me, no matter how much I willed him to. And you were screaming my name, begging me for my aid – and I… Founder, I…”

His voice breaks and you pull back at once, wrapping your arm around his head to pull him down against your own chest, pressing the side of his face against your heart in the hopes that hearing its beat would bring him a semblance of comfort. Warm tears soon soak into the fabric of your nightgown, Clive’s frame wracking with soft sobs.

You can say it wasn’t real, that it wouldn’t happen… But there’s no denying the way Barnabas Tharmr’s eyes had flitted between you and Jill in Kanver - moments after he’d sliced a building in two, moments before Clive had barely escaped with his life, followed by a chase across the sea to rescue Jill from the bowels of his ship.

How Odin had taunted that he’d taken the wrong treasure with the way Clive screamed when the Enterprise was attacked.

You know what you need to say because he would never ask you to, so his subconscious has done it instead - but the words don’t come immediately. You settle for rubbing your palm in wide circles on his back, press kisses to his crown – try to give him any semblance of the comfort he gives you when you’re wrapped up in his arms, feeling the world is too much.

There’s a soft hiccup, a loud sniff as he lifts his head from your chest, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles.

He looks beautiful.

You chase his retreat and place a hand on his scarred cheek, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. He places his hand over yours, kissing you back in return, though not with his usual vigor - tinged with salt.

You’ll do this for him, no matter how much the idea hurts.

“I’ll stay.” You whisper.

There’s a pause. “What?”

You lean your forehead against his, wet your lips with your tongue even though they’re not dry.

“I won’t go to Ash. I’ll stay.”

He kisses you, fiercely.

“Thank you.”

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[0perfectimperfections0]

hi! I LOVE your blog, there is rarely any ugly doll accounts I see. Anyway, I was wondering if Lou could have like a little sister, who's also a prototype? (Familial/Platonic) and I'm wondering if you can make headcannons on how Lou would be with siblings or something?

Take your time! (Also im being serious your blog is a gift fr fr)

I've returned!

Also, me and @natalie-the-writer have written short stories with this exact premise! Not sure if they'll ever be posted, but I can definitely share the ideas that we've made!

So, first off, let me introduce you to the siblings. They are mentioned briefly in the story "Reunited" but their names are never mentioned:

William - Prototype 1 - Made February 20th, 2001 - Expired July 12th, 2004

Grace - Prototype 2 - Made September 2nd, 2004 - Expired December 28th, 2008

Then we get Lou - Prototype 3 - Made March 31st, 2009 - Still Active

Also mentioned in the story "Reunited" are their tragic deaths. William's microchip was still a test and prototype in and of itself, so it wasn't stable and Everett was still testing how much information could be loaded onto the chip. Along with that, William was the first test run to see how quickly and how much new information could be processed and stored in his microchip for continual learning. It ended up overheating and exploding whilst inside him, killing him in the process.

Grace was the first, but not the last, female prototype to be created. The production of microchips - for the purpose that Greyson was using them for - became more advanced and the research team had a better idea of what they were doing. She was basically at the level of which we see Lou in the movie. However, her emotions were very out of tune, perhaps too sensitive. Being imprisoned in an institute doesn't help things either. After about six years, her emotional state declined drastically and she threw herself into the recycling as an escape.

Natalie and I have played around with the idea of them being recreated and brought back to life for a purpose. I'm also playing around with the same idea but in a long-term project I've been working on. I currently have the concept art for some of it sitting on my desk.

As far as how Lou would be with siblings, he takes more of the youngest sibling dynamic around them. Considering that, despite he's stayed alive the longest (oof), he's also still technically the last one made. William babies him often and it drives Lou insane. Grace also babies Lou, but in a more motherly-nurturing way that reflects how in tune with her emotions she is.

William and Lou definitely ram heads when it comes to being in charge of the Institute. Short-lived fights and wrestled ensue (spoiler, Lou doesn't usually win).

Grace is the peacekeeper between them and extremely loving to the UglyDolls.

Being the first prototype, William is more by-the-book than Lou and is more unnerved by the presence of the Uglies rather than angered or disgusted.

Despite the rivalry and arguing, William and Lou genuinely love each other as brothers. If anyone dares to bully or taunt Lou in any way, they will have William to answer to.

If you've seen that picture of the mother lion behind her cub, ready to kill anything that tries to touch it, the mother is William and Lou is the cub.

Grace is the therapist within the group.

Luckybat is her therapist in return for everything she has to carry, emotionally.

I'm sure there's more headcannons, but it's been a while since I've written or dwelled on their actual dynamic rather than their place within the storyline, so I haven't worked with their personalities a lot. Once I've written more down in my drafts, I'll have a longer list of headcannons for them.

[bejeweledblondie]

Hello! God, I recently found your blog and I love it!!! I'm also a big Taylor fan and I've had this idea in mind! You are free to do it [or not do it] and modify it!

Based on *All too Well*

I was thinking of one of these guys

Jonh Price / Köing/ Ghost/ Philip Graves

"You kept me like a secret and I kept it like an oath"

"But you keep my old scarf from that very first week' Cause it reminds you of innocence And it smells like me"

And maybe we got lost in translationMaybe I asked for too much"

I love the song and I can't stop thinking about them!!!

-🌙

Hello! So happy you’re enjoying the blog! No joke I had this sitting in my drafts debating on whether or not to post it! I lost my voice last Friday SCREAMING “All Too Well” in the theater. Even if you’re not a swiftie it’s just a lyrical masterpiece

All to Well 🧣

Captain John Price x F! Reader

Summary: Based on the ten minute version of All Too Well, John has to face what he had done to his beloved red scarf & all

Warnings: cheating, John being a dick, the usual

“And maybe we got lost in translation maybe I asked for too much, maybe this thing was a master piece before you tore it all up”

Heels in hand Y/N sat on the steps of the hotel where the military ball she was attending with John was being held. She was sobbing her eyes out into her hands. While trying to figure out where he wandered off to, she stumbled across him & his secretary having sex in a bathroom stall. He had told her not to worry about her, but her intuition told her otherwise. These past few months had been excruciatingly difficult. He spent his time home out late, leave her to sit by the front door waiting for him to return. Shallow excuses coming from him over the phone had made her cry herself to sleep one too many times. The sickening smell of his secretary’s perfume lingered on him when he’d come home, & yet he gaslighted her into believing otherwise.

She stood up as she saw the Uber she had called for pull up in front of the hotel. John was adjusting his dress uniform bow tie while running towards the doors to intercept her. Other officers looked at him confused as he sped past them. His secretary Camille wasn’t too far behind him calling his name. Y/N turned her head back when she heard him calling her name. With haste she closed the door to the Uber & ordered the driver to speed away. John was left standing on the sidewalk watching her go. He let out an annoyed sigh & turned around to see his team at the doors. Laswell looking so disappointed in him, & what he had done.

It had been months since Y/N moved out. Contrary to the rumors, Camille didn’t move in with the Captain. She was swiftly fired from her position, & was forced out of the contracting community. Laswell made sure of that. No, John was forced to live with the ghosts of his past lover. Just last week he found the red scarf that she adored hidden in a couch cushion. He inhaled the scent of the red wool trying to remember what her perfume smelled like.

Kyle was deeply concerned for his superiors mental health ever since he ended his relationship so they decided to go to the local pub. After a quick shower & shave he got dressed. He grabbed his jacket off of the rack. The red wool scarf hung beside it taunting him of his mistake. He grabbed it & put it on before leaving. Simon greeted him at the door & they all got a round then headed back to a table in the back corner. He was starting to feel himself go back to happy self before he ended things with Y/N. That was until she walked in with a couple of friends.

They locked eyes, & there was shift in the air. It felt tense. Simon picked it up on the body language shift in his Captain. He followed John’s gaze & sighed as soon as his spotted her. She looked equally as emotionally distressed.

“Talk to her,” Simon said. “You look absolutely fucking miserable Price, & you two have a lot to fix.” Price looked at Simon knowing he was right, this was his mistake he needed to fix. He reluctantly stood up & wiped his hands on his jeans. Her friend Este, stopped mid sentence to glare at the bearded man. She turned around knowing it was coming sooner rather then later.

“Let’s get this over with.” She sighed following him out to the street. You both sat on a bench only a few shops down from the pub. John had planned thousands of things to say to you but now he was speechless.

“What do you want John?” She asked looking at him. “Did we get lost in translation, did I ask for too much?” She spat. Embarrassment & shame turned his cheeks crimson red.

“I wanted to talk.” He simply stated. “I was a fucking selfish prick.”

“I’ll say.” You scoffed. “I swear all you men have the fucking audacity I swear.”

“I don’t disagree.” He replied in agreement. “Listen, I’m in a new hell Y/N.”

“You don’t think I am?” She cried out. “What we had was a masterpiece John before you tore it all up.”

“And I was a fucking idiot.” John said.

“You told me if we had been closer in age, maybe we would’ve been fine.” She stated. “God I still do love you dearly, John. But how can I make sure you won’t break me like a promise?” He took the red wool that lingered of her vanilla fragrance & placed it around her neck.

“Because instead of mailing your things to you, I kept a whole drawer of memories you left behind hoping you’d return to me. You’re the only real thing I’ve ever known.” He replied honestly. She was taken a back he kept even the littlest things she left, from hair pins to the red scarf. Anything to still have a piece of her. He placed a hand on her now flushed cheek. The bitter cold London air started to nip at their exposed skin. Little flecks of white glistened as it started to fall from the sky. The first snow of the winter season. He grabbed her waist & pulled her in for a deep kiss. After they both pulled away they sat in the moment to remember it all too well.

[addisonnie]

Hmmmm i feel like feeding you a little bit so open wide my wittle princesses here’s part 1 of a (depressing) draft I never finished lol.

Nothing in the world is worse than someone who doesn’t have to try at anything in order to be good at it. Especially in academic settings; What do you mean you didn’t study and you got an ‘A’? Eat shit, honestly.

On the topic of complaining, there is also nothing worse than taking a class you believe has nothing to do with anything regarding your major. Yet here you are, in ‘Dinosaurs: What Walked Before Us?’ instead of English 2400. Sure, dinosaurs are cool, whatever.

Ellie Williams seems to really, really enjoy dinosaurs. So much to the point that she doesn’t have to take notes or pay attention to lectures for any reason other than pure interest. Yep, she’s one of those. The auburn haired girl sits directly next to you in the lecture hall, she’s constantly talking to herself under her breath and doodling random dinosaurs and shapes in the blank expanse of her notebook. Not one note has been taken in that stupid spiral-bound notebook all semester and the thought of Ellie actually studying for this class is a mental image you just can’t picture.

She really pisses you off. Her stupid lanky fingers tapping on the desk. Her stupid toned arm reaching skyward to answer the professor's question. Why does she know so much about velociraptors?

“Psst. Hey.” She turns in her chair to look at the side of your face.

You ignore her and continue jotting down your notes. She’s not that easy to shake off, though,

“Hey—hey! Do you have a pen? Or pencil, I’m not particular.” She whisper-shouts in your direction and taps her skinny finger on your notebook. You attempt to continue ignoring Ellie and write down everything the professor says, she’s facing you and breathing really close to your ear and tapping your notebook and— Jesus Christ.

The tip of your pencil snapped off from writing too aggressively, the led resting on top of the paper serves as a taunting reminder that Ellie is still looking at you.

“Ooh. Rough. Hopefully you have two extras.” She smirks at you.

You scoff and turn to dig through your bag, turning to face Ellie when you fish out two pens, one pink and one blue.

“Thanks!” She roughly twists to face forward again, listening intently to the professor once again.

The professor. Shit. Fuck. What did he just say? The largest dinosaur was the what? You’re so fucked. Thank you, Ellie.

———

“You will be working in small groups—pairs of two to be exact. The person seated to the right of you will be your partner for this assignment. And remember, this is a massive assignment, worth forty percent of your grade. Alright, folks, that’s all for today. I’ll see you all next class.” Stupid smug professor. He knew exactly what he was doing! You took a quick look at the girl to the right of you and sighed when you realized Ellie Williams was, in fact, your partner for this massive project.

“Hey, partner.” Your eyes practically roll into the back of your skull when she slaps a hand onto the back of your chair, “you and me, huh?”

Instead of dignifying her with a response, you grab her arm from the back of your chair and aggressively push up the sleeve of her sweatshirt. A tattoo covers the majority of her forearm and the skin beneath it is raised slightly, swirls of scarred skin blur beneath the leafy pattern of ink. Uncapping your pen, you write your phone number on the back of her hand.

“Well, alrighty then. Assaulting a classmate. Nice. ” Her eyes scan the digits written on her hand and when she looks back up, you’re already halfway out the door with your backpack thrown carelessly over your shoulder.

Your phone vibrates in your back pocket while you walk down the front steps of the academic building. Once, twice.

Hey.

It’s Ellie.

————

The library is quiet aside from the incessant rapping and tapping of Ellie’s fingers on the desk between the two of you. Multiple books are strewn across the table, notebooks filled with highlighted annotations rest in the remaining space. You massage your temples and squint, attempting to block out the sound of her fingertips smacking the wood over and over and over again.

“Can you fucking not do that? For literally five seconds.” Ellie looks up from her book quickly and sheepishly smiles, “sorry.”

“Whatever.”

She rolls her eyes, “listen, I know you’re mad about being paired with me, but you don’t have to be such a grouch about it.”

What? You’re not even being a grouch. She’s just annoying as shit.

“I’m not a grouch—“ she cuts you off, “—yeah, you kinda are. Oscar the Grouch.”

Scoffing, you respond, “I’m not even going to dignify that with an answer.”

“You just did.” She smirks and you groan loud enough to be shushed by several of the people sitting nearby, “just do your part of the assignment.”

She doesn’t, of course. She spends the next thirty minutes spinning round and round in her desk chair, occasionally stopping to ensure the dizziness dissipates.

“You know,” here we go again. Ellie fully stops spinning, placing both of her hands down onto the table and stares straight at you.

“Instead of reading these boring books, what if we went to the museum instead—“

You cut her off, “no. No way.”

“Oh come on!” She drags out the last syllable, “it would be way more enjoyable than this! Plus, we could get some killer pictures for that hunk of shit slideshow you’ve been working on.”

“Hey—! My slideshow is not a hunk of shit!” Ellie scoffs and rolls her eyes, “it’s pretty fuckin’ bad.”

Okay, so maybe your slideshow sucks a little bit. It’s boring and overly colorful with too much information on each slide—yeah, the more you look at it, the more it does look like a hunk of shit.

“Fine. Let’s go to the museum.”

———

The ride to the dinosaur exhibit is arguably the worst part of this project—a whole hour stuck in the car with Ellie, who can’t drive for shit, by the way. An old jeep wrangler parks messily on the street in front of your house and several shrill honks ring out from the old hunk of junk.

Here.

You slip on the shoes closest to the front door and quickly grab your tote bag, slinging it over your shoulder as you slam the door behind you. Ellie doesn’t notice you approach her car, much too enthralled in the music blasting from her busted speakers. You tug on the handle only to find that the door is locked. After knocking your knuckles on the window, the girl jumps and whips her head to face the window.

“It’s locked.” You mouth over the music, she shrugs.

“Guess you’ll have to walk.” A smirk spreads across her face, “I’m getting ready to key your car, Williams.”

She frowns quickly and unlocks the door, “good morning, grumpy! How are you this fine morning?”

You roll your eyes and slouch into the seat, “don’t start this now, please.”

Ellie huffs and turns the music up louder. Her arm reaches across the back of your seat as she turns her head around to reverse without hitting your already-damaged mailbox. Her buff, toned arm. Her tanned, tattooed arm. You can’t help but wonder how it would feel wrapped around you—no. You’re not doing this. Not with Ellie Williams of all people.

The ride is surprisingly quiet before Ellie slams the breaks, her arm slinging out rapidly to shove your body back into your seat. The force of her hit had you doubling over in your seat, wheezing out several coughs.

“Shit—shit. I’m sorry! You…kind of deserve it though.” She chuckles while you swat at her arm, shoving her away.

“You infuriate me. You know that? Like, seriously infuriate me.” Ellie fully removes her arm and drops her hand into her lap, frowning.

“I don’t know why. I think I'm pretty tolerable as far as everything goes.” She sounds genuinely sad, and you kind of feel bad for a moment,

“You just—I don’t know.”

Ellie is quiet for the rest of the ride.