#this video must have been recorded with the eyes of god because it feels like a blessing from above

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this video of the offering in adelaide is everything to me right now, it’s got:

☑️ vessel’s vocals sounding absolutely phenomenal

☑️ ii being the absolute fucking percussion king that he is👑

☑️ iii rocking to his heart’s content (also HANDS)

☑️ iv being casually hot and slutty (affectionate)

☑️ ves dancing his sweet, funky lil heart out💖

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i can request Meangirl!lottie? I think she would be sooo mean, I think she would love overstimulation! I love your posts!!!

Lottie Matthews x F!reader

Warnings: oral, desagration kink, strap referred to as dick, DUBCON, no aftercare, corruption kink? lottie blackmails you about your videos! recorded sex

A/n:I wrote this while eating a whole oreo egg, and I was listening gee , sorry anon I forgot about overstimulation:((( this has been rotting for months...

Lottie didn't know what it was about you...but you were different from the others, she doesn't know if it was because your eyes didn't shine when she passed in the hallway or if it was because you looked hotter than she would like to admit

at first it was just a "revolt" because when she "accidentally" dropped her food during break time and she got suspended, it was the first time that a stupid, nerdy person wasn't intimidated by the rich, intelligent queen bee of the school.

I mean, not that smart, otherwise she wouldn't need to be talking to the director for the 10th time, and this time it wasn't because she was caught intimidating the newbies

" Charlotte, you know that your father pays a lot for this tuition, I'm going to give you extra classes, But that's not enough, you'll have help from someone in your class. and I know the right person for that."

when lottie saw you she could feel all her blood boiling, she didn't know, you were too stupid and you were a bitch to her, she could shut you up with anything, if it would make you stop talking back to her criticisms

and she knew what she was going to do when she called you to her house on the weekend, apologizing via text about all the unrepentant threats (she didn't regret it )and saying she was going to make it a girls' night, when her parents were working all week and you even brought pajamas in your backpack, the stupid one was you who really thought that jackie and natalie were going to a slumber party, you were automatically forgiven when lottie saw how your breasts showed and she knew the water with medicine had worked , she saw how your face turned red, how you rubbed your thighs together as you tried to focus on duty

lottie comes close to you and places a hand on your thigh and leaves it there, she can feel yours eyes narrow, she feels you look visibly tense while look at the notebook, but you continues trying to speak "so you divide what m-multiplied...and"

"you seem tense darling...are you a virgin or something?." she says in a visibly mocking tone and continues "sorry, it must be embarrassing" lottie can feel you visibly trying to leave as your body say you to continue.

lottie lowers her hand to your clothed pussy and feels you moving away "w-what are you doing!"

" Shut your fucking mouth and enjoy, I know you want this.." she murmurs without looking into your eyes and rubs her pussy while putting her face on your neck and bites " you are very ungrateful, i know your nerdy friends want this...that's why you were staring at my ass while I was training, right?" she asks a rhetorical question

and you weren't looking at her ass...god you have respect! "w-what?...n-no...never" you let out a shaky sentence as you feel her roll her eyes "liar" she drops her hand down your panties "jesus...you're really wet" she lets out a loud laugh as she feels you squeeze the nothing "fucking whore" she growls without pity at you as she collects your wetness from your entrance to your clit

she feels you moving away and bites your neck "if you leave..I'll tell everyone that you're a pervert" Your friends will love seeing this...you know.." Tears well up in your eyes, wide with fear as you feel Lottie try to stick a finger inside you. she raises an eyebrow "oh...you're a virgin!" she laughs as she sticks her finger faster than she should, in your little hole "stop...lottie...i-im..." you stumble over your words as you feel your damn legs shake unconsciously with pleasure..betraying your mind “I’m s-sorry...Sorry" You mutter pleas of pain as you try to move away from her and she simply ignores while sinking her fingers deeper inside your sticky walls

You like this right? to be used...who knew" then as if gods had heard you she finally removes her fingers with the excuse that it was her turn to gain pleasure and I put her fingers with your excitement in your mouth and make you suck

she looks at you and forces you to kneel in front of her, while she not-so-subtly points her phone camera at you " you know what to do, little bitch" and without waiting her put your face in her pussy, god her smell was so good and in a minute you were smearing yourself, alternating between sucking her clit and her entrance, You didn't know why you were doing this, your mind was hazy with pleasure without your permission and she was more vocal than you thought, she puts her hand on the back of your neck, you couldn't breathe as she smothered you with her pussy "oh shit..yes..." she moans as she raises her hips to your mouth, trying impossibly to have more pleasure

You could feel tears welling up in your eyes as you struggled to breathe, and you could feel the burning in the back of your neck, from Lottie's nails.

how much more you alternated between sucking on her entrance and her clit you could feel her body getting tense and her moans getting louder with each movement of her hips and then you are trapped between her thighs, your ears ringing with the force that She squeezes your head and you can taste her on your tongue, pulling away from her you feel filthy when you see the phone still recording you, and Lottie with messy hair, panting and looking at you

she licks the drool that was dripping and an arrogant smile drips on her lips "I've never seen a virgin like you..." she murmurs then realizes that she was too kind "you're a whore" she stands up and looks at You "take off your clothes" and you can feel the shame rising in your veins, would this really be your first time? what a shame, you think when you say it before you think "no" you blurt it out accidentally

Lottie's eyes narrow, her smile fading. "Don't push me," she warns, her voice low and dangerous. "You know what will happen if you do." She steps closer, her breath hot against your face. "I'm not a woman you want to make an enemy of."

She grabs your chin, forcing you to look into her eyes. "You have two choices," she says coldly. "You can either do what I say and keep your mouth shut, or I can make your life a living hell. It's really up to you."

You feel a lump forming in your throat, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You don't want to do this, but you also don't want to face the consequences of defying her. Lottie releases your chin, stepping back. "Make up your mind," she says, her voice hard. "The clock is ticking."

You swallow hard, looking away. You know what you have to do. You can't afford to make her angry.

With a heavy heart, you nod reluctantly. There's no other choice. And so, you allow Lottie to take control once more, submitting to her demands in fear and desperation. She smiles wickedly, her eyes gleaming with victory. She pulls you into her arms, kissing you fiercely

she undresses you, her touch rough and demanding. You try to pull away, but she only grips tighter, reminding you of her threats. The guilt and shame consume you, but her promises of revenge hang over you

lottie tilts her head forward and sees how transparent your panties are with excitement

Lottie chuckles, her fingers teasing the damp fabric before slowly pulling it aside. Her gaze lingers on your wet slit, a satisfied hum escaping her lips. "You're already ready for me," she says, letting her fingertips trace along your folds gently, causing you to tremble underneath her touch. "But I want more than just that." She reaches down and grabs a bottle of lube from the nightstand, squirting some onto her fingers before guiding them inside you.

Her movements are slow and deliberate, stretching you open as she adds another finger, then another. Your breath hitches with each thrust, your body responding eagerly to her command " I thought you didn't want this..." she murmurs teasingly, while inevitably groan when see how much you squeeze her fingers " I think that shouldn't be enough for a greedy little slut like you"

Lottie smirks, spreading her fingers wide within you. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure through your core, your hips rocking up into her hand. "That's right, let me have you." She whispers, increasing her pace until you're moaning softly, your nails digging into her shoulders.

As she continues to finger you, she pulls out her strap-on, slicking it generously with lube. "Are you ready for this?" She asks, her voice thick with desire as she positions herself above you."w-wait.." you mumble when you see it was bigger than you thought, it wouldn't fit. With one smooth motion, she slides into you, filling you completely. You cry out, your legs wrapping around her waist as she begins to move, setting a steady rhythm.

The camera captures every moan, every thrust, every moment of pure bliss. "Look at yourself, so perfect and wet for me." Lottie murmurs, reaching up to pinch your nipples, you could feel yourself squeezing her without your will, your stomach was burning and you felt so full it was strange, you shouldn't be enjoying this, it was wrong, you raise both your arms and try to pull her away from you

No, don't hold back," Lottie growls, her pace picking up as she feels your inner walls gripping her cock. "Let go, bitch. Let me hear you scream my name." Each thrust is harder now, your cries becoming louder and more desperate. The camera captures every twitch, every shiver that races through your body.

And then, just as you're about to reach your breaking point, Lottie changes tactics. She pulls out abruptly, causing you to whine in protest. But there's no time to complain as she quickly flips you onto your knees, guiding you onto her cock once again. "Come on," she orders, slapping your ass gently. "Show them what they came for."

You obey, bouncing on her cock while still gasping for air. The new angle hits nerves you didn't know existed "f-fuck...s-shit!" you murmur shakily feeling your walls burning.

Yeah, that's it, scream for me, babe!" Lottie encourages, thrusting deeper into you. "Let everyone know how fucked I've made you, how hard I'm stretching that tight little pussy of yours." She grips your hips tightly, fucking you relentlessly. Each thrust causes your body to rock on the bed as she takes full control. "You're mine now, aren't you? My virgin whore who loves nothing more than my big cock shoved inside her."

She takes a look at your red and swollen clit "There we go," she coos, rubbing circles around your sensitive nub. Your hips buck wildly beneath her, your moans muffled by their kiss. She picks up the pace, keeping one eye on the camera even as she focuses on pleasuring you.

"Oh fuck! Stop...stop stop..." You cry out, your climax crashin over you like a tidal wave. Lottie continues to play with your clit, milking every last drop of pleasure from your bod, You close your legs unconsciously when it becomes too sensitive and she immediately moves away, slapping your thigh for you to open it again.

"Keep those legs spread," she instructs, rubbing the head of her toy against your entrance. "We're not quite done yet." You nod, trying to catch your breath as she enters you once more, this time at a slower pace. Her free hand finds its way to your clit, rubbing it slowly at first, then picking up speed as you beg for more.

Every movement is captured on camera, the sound of your gasps echoing in the room. Lottie thrusts harder

Lottie's breath catches at your enthusiasm, her cock twitching within you. "Like that, baby?" She says, thrusting harder, faster. "You love being taken like this, don't you? Wanting more of my cock?"

The sound of flesh hitting flesh fills the room as she pounds into you, her body moving in perfect synchronization with yours. She can feel you getting closer to climax, and it spurs her on.

"Cry for me, baby," She hisses, her voice thick with lust. "Tell me you love my cock, that you can't live without it inside you."

Soon enough, your entire body is shaking under her, your cries growing louder. She knows your climax is near; she can feel it in the way you grip the sheets, your inner muscles clenching around her cock. And then, just as she predicted, you explode, crying out her name.

Lottie feels her own release building up, her clit slapping with just the right pressure against the strap, and her old orgasm only helping her more

your walls milking her cock mercilessly. "God, you're tight," She moans, burying herself deeper inside you. "Take it, take all of it!"

Your hips jerk wildly, your back arching off the bed as you reach your climax. Lottie keeps up the pace, drawing out every last drop of pleasure from you. The room is filled with the sounds of your moans and the clicking of the camera, capturing every twitch and spasm.

lottie walks away from you, panting and you feel an emptiness inside you, you hear another click from the camera then she stops the video and throws her phone on the floor, taking off her strap and placing it anywhere in the room, leaving you destroyed on the bed

"I'm already done with you, I hope you don't tell anyone this or you already know"

[barbiecrocs]

Irresistible

Gojo Satoru

tags! cheating(you), phone sex, dirty talk, no piv(only describing it), praise

WC. 2283

Barbie's note... Yall im not even gonna come up with an excuse for why i have posted in so long. just enjoy the story:>

Damn, he misses you. He misses you so much, so much that he's been scrolling on your page for an hour and a half. It's common sense that he shouldn't believe everything that he sees on the internet or take it at face value, but it's only been a week since the break up and you've been acting so carefree and unfazed. You've posted a month's worth of bikini pics in such a short time period. This must be a revenge scheme and it was lowkey highkey working. He was pissed. The dozens of skimpy bikini pics with your friends. The friends that always encouraged you to go against his wishes and wear slutty round whore clothes.

 A shot of you tucked into a baby pink and white striped bikini that covered nothing but your pierced nipples. One bounce and they'd pop out, no, one breath and the whole thing would rip in half. How dare you wear that out in public? How dare you show off what belongs to him? The whole swim set could double as a long thread of floss. 

 The caption reads, "Hot girl summer with Dontae."

 He feels a blood vessel in his head nearly pop as his eyes drag across that sentence. He doesn't know a Dontae, so who the fuck is Dontae? The next picture was a selfie. Your camera was aimed high above your head making the baby doll eyes that always got you what you wanted very prominent. A cute and innocent smile playing on your face as you threw up a peace sign. The white cami that sat on your chest was tight and thin, leaving nothing to his imagination. Your thighs pressed together, basically swallowing the little triangle that was cover in your swimsuit bottom.

He swipes again, arriving at the second to last pic. It's an over-the-shoulder video of who he assumed this "Dontae" guy was. He's seen fluffing your butt and using it as a pillow. "Donnie, you are so funny." You giggle. Once he notices that you're recording he covers his face and plants it in the crevice under your ass. "Rate the softness." You clench your cheeks above his head as he gives you a thumbs up. 

Gojos' jaw clenches with jealousy, anger, and anything else that screams he doesn't like seeing you with someone else. Someone else touching what's his.  

God, he really fucked up with all the jealousy and possessiveness. Because now it seemed like you were glowing once you left him. All these photos of you dolled up just the way he liked it. The date night posts with light makeup, hair and nails done, and a beautiful evening gown. A silk white maxi dress that hung low around your breast, but hugged all your curves perfectly. A dress that you wore for him once upon a time.

 A dress that he loved to peel off of you in the privacy of your house. His lips would be locked with yours as he backs you onto the bed with a tiny bounce. A dazed look plastered on your face as you shuffled farther up the bed. For every scoot backward, he'd step closer on his knees. "Does towering over me make you feel big and bad?" You'd say, your back hitting the headboard, signaling that you backed yourself into a corner. "No, it makes me hard." He'd say, before dragging you closer by your ankle, and stripping off your dress. Then he'd take care of all your needs before using your body for himself.

 The uncomfortable tightness in his pants pulled him out of his thoughts and reminiscing. It's not a surprise, but he's hard. What else would he be when he's thinking about fucking you every which way? A heavy sigh leaves his lips when he rubs the space between his eyes. It's not like he has to take care of it, he could leave it alone, but where's the fun in that. You know, he could turn this little situation into something he doesn't have to enjoy alone.

 He sits up slowly, letting the blood in his body even out, more of it pumping into his erect cock than anything else. He looks down at the tent in his pants, conflicting thoughts circling his head. A tiny angel Gojo on one shoulder telling him to move on and that this action is naughty. On the other shoulder was a tiny devil Gojo telling him that there was no harm in it. To be honest, he couldn't care less about what the tiny gojos said because who does his good side think he is. He's never been the one that would be opposed to being a little naughty. So, why shouldn't he give you a call and show you the problems you caused.

— —

 "Babe. Can you make some more popcorn? If you miss anything important I'll tell you." You say, handing your boyfriend a greased up bowl that once had kettle and butter popcorn in it. "Try mixing cheddar and caramel corn this time." You turn around on the couch to watch the rest of the movie, but before you can refocus, your phone starts ringing. You lazily slide it off the table, looking at the unsaved but familiar number. "Hey, I thought we said no phones today. You're always on it."

"I'm sorry baby. I gotta take this real quick."

"What? But who is going to tell me what's happening in the movie?" You rush upstairs to the bathroom regardless of his complaints and concerns. You shut the door before locking it and toss your phone on the marble sink. 

"Um, hello? Who is thi-"

"Y/n-"

 His taunting voice reaches your ears and you hang up immediately, chills running up and down your spine. Your plan worked. He called you, your ex Gojo. Either he fell right into your trap or he caught on. He calls back and you pick up, giggling in his face. "Oooooh, you think this is funny? You must know that I'm nursing a hard-on right now." You can imagine him laid out on his bed, legs spread, phone held to his mouth with one hand and the other palming or stroking his erection.

 "Hmmm, I don't know. That seems like a you problem." You take joy in knowing that if he was here with you right now, he'd bend you over his knee like a bad girl for sassing him. "More like a problem you caused with those damn near naked pics." He hisses.

 "So you've been stalking my page?" 

 "Oh don't play dumb, it doesn't look good on you. You know what you're doing and I know that you avoided blocking me for a reason. You want me to see you in these skimpy outfits with this rando. I'm not dumb. I'm more than just a pretty face, Y/n." He hisses out once more.

 You roll your eyes at his insults and focus on the one unnecessary part, "Who said you were pretty?"

 "You, when you were hanging onto my hair for dear life while screaming about how I was your pretty boy who fucked you beyond imaginable." Your legs squeeze together as you think back to the said time. "Does that ring any bells or should I go on?" Of course it does, but why let the banter end now? You're already deep into this. Why not go deeper? Before you speak, your hand lifts up your skirt and slides your panties off. "I think you should go on." You circle your clit, muffling an airy moan. "Really, now? How about the time where I was tongue deep in that pretty pussy while you rode my face, hm? Begging your pretty boy for extra seconds, when you were basically suffocating me by rolling your hips an endless amount of times. I'd double tap your thigh for air, but you roded for an extra three seconds because it was so good. Maybe even too good. My breaks were short too, only four or five breaths before you plopped back down for another 20-30 seconds. Does that ring any bells?" Your legs fall open wider as you relax and think about his head between your legs. Suddenly gaining the urge to shut them when you find the perfect rotation on your clit. 

"Hmmm, I don't remember that either." A moan escapes your mouth at the end of your sentence. You quickly cover your mouth hoping that your silence would reverse your actions. "Oh princess, there's no hiding that. Are you touching yourself? Naughty girl." Heat rises to your cheeks, "You have no right to tease me! I know you're doing it too!" You hide your face in your arms even though he can't see your flustered expression. "Lemme see." His voice is deep and low as your head shoots out of your arms. "What…What?"

"You heard me. I said, "Show me". I wanna see you stuff that pretty pussy."

 Your boyfriend was downstairs waiting for you to finish your movie night and here you are on the phone with your ex, touching yourself, wishing he was here with you. The angel and devil on your shoulder bicker about what's right and wrong and what you should do. Yeah, you have a boyfriend, but… you also have Gojo. There isn't much thought behind your decision, "Oh, such a pretty pussy. Is all that schlick for me? I'm honored." He snickers. You're silent for a couple of beats, really feeling the guilt before shaking it off. Your knees come together, shutting your legs to show him that you weren't gonna continue yet. "I wanna see you too." 

 There is absolutely no hesitation before you hear the slow sound of his zipper coming down and some rustling from the other side of the phone. "Fair enough." Is all you hear before his camera turns on and he tugs his underwear a little lower than his balls. "Like what you see, doll? You miss this big dick? How the tip would slide up and down your wet folds, teasing you until you begged for it." His voice is low and rough before he spits in his palm and uses it as lube to stroke his length. You spread your legs, finding the perfect rotation on your clit again as you prop your phone on the tissue stand across from the toilet you were sitting on. "God I miss that perfect pussy so much." His head falls back toward the headrest of the couch, starting his slow and vertical strokes on his cock. Something inside of you snaps as you watch him stroke himself just to the mere thought of you. Only then do you fully reciprocate his desire, "She misses you too. I miss you. I want you." Your voice has a sultry tone to it with an ounce of desperation as your hands greedily speed up in motion on your aching bundle of nerves.

 "Shit, you should have let me know sooner. I can make all of your wants reality, just say the word." From the way that he goes silent, hanging onto the emptiness in the air, he must be expecting you to say something. Something similar to granting him permission to come over and fuck you like he'll never see you again. "Gojo, we can't." His strokes slow as disappointment takes over. "I'm at my boyfriend's house." There's a sliver and sadness and hesitation in your voice, just saying that sentence makes you feel dirty. Knowing that you have a boyfriend yet you're here entertaining your ex. You could try to come up with an excuse to make yourself feel better and push all accountability off your shoulders, but there isn't one. Your boyfriend isn't mean, controlling, or possessive so why would you do him so dirty? That was a question you didn't want the answer to for numerous reasons.

 "Oh naughty girl. Cheating on your boyfriend with your ex? Kinda makes me wonder if you cheated on me before." 

 There is no hesitation whatsoever, "Of course not." It's very clear where your priorities stand. Oh who are you kidding, you only went out and got a new boyfriend to make Gojo jealous. You guys were on a break technically, but he decided that he would talk to other girls so you did the same. Maybe you got a little sidetracked with this mini-quest and actually planned on giving it up for him. Today was supposed to be that day, "We were supposed to fuck today, but then you called." He tsks, "Glad I did. Don't you ever give up what's mine, you hear me?" You nod, too busy entertaining yourself to talk. Everything was moving so fast the conversation, your rising orgasm and the minutes ticking by until your boyfriend decided to drag you back downstairs, but would come to the realization that you were cheating on him. "To hell with him, why don't you come over here? I'm just aching to fuck you." He speaks before he thinks and there are a couple beats of silence before you respond. A pathetic please hanging on the tip of his tongue. "Okay." He half expects you to have an argument behind that one word or anything else, but by the looks of it you were aching just as bad as he was. You dreadfully moved your hands from your aching clit, your orgasm was right around the corner, but so was Gojo so you could stick it out for him. He's amazed at how fast you cleaned up, made an excuse, and kissed your boyfriend goodbye. Before he could make a comment on it, you were whipping around in your car and telling him that you'd be there in five then ended the call.

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Valentine’s Day - Short Story

“That will be $47.06. Will that be cash or card?”

“Oh my God, babe, like in your favorite video game! Isn’t that so cool?”

“You remembered?”

“Of course I did! How could I not?”

“Oh, I just… Thought that… Nevermind, I’m just kinda flattered.”

“And it’s a cute coincidence, isn’t it? You’re buying me gifts that round up to your favorite number—”

“Will that be cash or card?” Heather shouts, loud enough for the most annoying couple she’s seen today to snap out of making heart eyes at each other and look at her.

“Um, card,” the guy reluctantly says as he takes out his wallet.

“Fucking finally,” the cashier mumbles under her breath, thankfully quietly enough for the clients not to hear.

“I take it your day isn’t going well…” the girl chuckles.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Heather snarls.

Fuck this ‘customer service’ smiley face façade, she couldn’t care less. This is her fourth job this year anyways, and it’s only February. Maybe by Women’s Day, she’ll be at her eighth. That’d be a pathetic record, and she can’t believe she actually partly wants to reach it, just to feel something again.

“Oh, nothing, sorry,” the girl chuckles again. “Forget it. Have a lovely day! Happy Valentine’s!”

“Go die in a ditch,” Heather retorts, mostly to her computer, her tone hushed again in order to not get fired.

Stupid couples in this stupid store on this stupid holiday. It’s all a scam anyways. A holiday invented for the sole purpose of making single people feel lonely, aromantic people feel invalid, and benefiting off the money in those in relationships. Who the hell thought of this?

Her day could be much worse, she is well aware. She could be swarmed by TDI superfans looking to get her autograph. She could be swarmed by TDI superfans looking to cause her untimely demise. She doesn’t know which one is worse at this point. Lovey-dovey couples are the last of her worries, but she can’t help but roll her eyes at every single one.

Deep down, she knows why; but she refuses to admit it to herself. She tells herself she’s moved past him, that she’s grown as a person and, in turn, outgrown him.

But if she goes even deeper, she knows it’s not true. As mostly everything Heather Kasuga has told in her life, this, too, is a lie.

***

It’s when he drops his make-up brush for the umpteenth time that Alejandro breaks. Not into tears, no; he actually breaks his bathroom mirror. It’s only then that he bursts into tears, because he’s cut himself on the glass, and doesn’t have enough money to replace his mirror.

It’s not like it matters, anyways. He’s become hideous, and he knows this. He wonders why he even has this mirror in his apartment – it’s not like he still likes looking at himself, as he did many years ago… What has it been, a decade? And does it matter? Time stopped after Total Drama, and its importance faded away with it.

On this day, he tends to think back to that damned show, believe it or not. The bonds he’s made on it never leave his head, and one in particular stands out; it’s the one that haunts him most, the one that he wishes actually lasted.

Of course, it’s impossible. They’ve grown. She’s strong, and she’s surely gotten past him.

But he’s weak, and he hasn’t. And he knows this, but never will he admit it.

For Alejandro Burromuerto refuses to tell another lie. Whatever exists up there knows where that gets him.

***

END STORY

Ah, Valentine’s Day. The perfect day to show your partner just how much you love them by giving into the horrors of capitalism and buying them more chocolate than they could eat in a year! How wonderful.

I... seriously pity you if you were expecting something cutesy, haha! Oh my God, the look on your face must be priceless! Listen, when I said these two were going through it, I meant it!

Hey, if it’s any consolation, Chef and I are doing great. We’re watching the first few seasons back to back while laughing at every single painful moment, reminiscing of the screams we’ve heard while on set and ranking them. If that’s not true love, I don’t know what is...

coming soon to an AO3 near you.

questions, concerns, suggestions to be deposited in the ask box.

TD: TBBG is written by @canonically47. the blog is entirely run by the writer.

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[pink-tonic]

The Awaited Downfall📰

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Warnings: Mentions of Sexual Assault

We both stand in front of the counselor’s office. I feel nervous as I look at the doors. I've never been inside of her office. I don't even have the slightest clue about how it looks. I'm sure it looks nice. I've seen the counselor around the school. She sometimes comes into my class to pull out students who have behavioral problems or are failing certain subjects.

"Are you going to open the door?" Ayato asks me. I can feel his sharp eyes look down at me. This is the first time in a long time where I curse my shorter stature. I feel small when I'm standing next to him, in both presence and physically.

I let out a short sigh. I open the door to the counselor's office, and we both walk inside. When we walk inside, I can see her typing away on her laptop. I'm sure she's making reports about the students she talked with. Once I close the door, she looks up.

"What can I do for you two today?" She asks in an almost robotic voice, it makes me stand up straight in fear, "Take a seat."

Ayato and I walk over to the two chairs that are placed in front of her. I take the seat on the right, and Ayato takes the one on the left. The chair feels expensive, it makes me want to sit formally instead of how I usually sit.

I'm the one who starts up the conversation, "We came here to talk about Mr. Rana."

She pushes up her glasses and looks at us. I can see my worried expression reflected off of her glasses. "Yes? What about him?"

I let out another sigh to prepare myself for what I'm going to tell her, "Ms. Kunahito, I'm nervous to say this, but Mr. Rana... he touched me inappropriately. I... I don't know what to do."

"Oh my god. I knew that man meant trouble the moment he walked in. I'll write a report and send it to the headmaster. Would you like to tell me any more details? It would greatly help out with the report," Ms. Kunahito quickly worked on her laptop, she must be making another document to write my report in.

I nod my head, "This is actually the second time that Mr. Rana has done something like this to me. At first, he didn't touch me, he only talked to me, but I felt it was inappropriate the way he was talking to me. Then I got this."

I pulled out the note that Ayato wrote to me. I saved it because I knew it could help with this situation. "I got this in my locker. It worried me, so me and my friend decided to see if Mr. Rana was actually doing this to the girls."

I give the counselor the note, and she gingerly takes it. She reads it and covers her mouth as she reads it. Her face becomes enraged at what she reads.

"Thank you for this. It'll go in the report. Is there anything else?" I swear I can see it in her eyes that she knows that there is more to the story.

I nod my head again, “ Ayato and I  decided that we could record an interaction. I know it wasn't the right thing to do, but I had a feeling that Mr. Rana had done things to the female students."

At that moment, Ayato pulls out his phone, and the counselor looks at him in confusion. "Do you have the recordings on your phone?"

Ayato nods his head and plays the video. I only heard the audio, but I haven't seen the video. From the perspective of the video, I can tell that the camera was in the back of the class, but the quality is very good for a small camera. Ayato plays the video on low audio, and as the video goes on, the counselor’s face is filled with sadness.

When the video ends, she looks at me, "I'm so sorry that happened to you. This is against the law, and it should be taken to court. He assaulted you. Would you like me to file a police report for you?" Her voice is filled with worry, and she is dead set on helping me and getting rid of Rana.

I nervously fidget with my fingers. I don't know why, but it finally dawned on me that this was real. The note was fake, but what Rana did to me was very much real. He touched me. I could go to the police and he could go to jail. Do I want to do that?

I look over to Ayato, and I catch him looking at me. How long has he been looking at me for?

I want justice to be served. I'm not the only exception, others have been victims of his perverted ways. Taeko immediately comes to mind. She would want me to put him behind bars, I'm in the perfect position to do so.

"Please, would you help me?" My voice cracks as I respond. I can feel tears start to form at the edge of my eye lids. I shift uncomfortably in the leather seat.

The counselor sees my change in reaction and starts doing her best to confront me. "Listen, it's going to be alright. If your friend can send me the video, I'll attach it to the report. With all this evidence, I'm sure that Mr. Rana will be in jail soon."

I'm not sure how long we stay in the office for. I'm sure that I heard multiple bells ring. At one point in the conversation, the headmaster was called in to talk to us. When he walked in, I thought I saw him freeze when he saw that Ayato was next to me. It could just be my imagination, but it made me wonder a little. He seemed to calm down once he saw me. I wondered that, too.

It felt like the both of us were going to stay in the counselor’s office for the rest of the day, and we did. Towards the end of the day, the police showed up. It was mainly due to us having sufficient evidence for an arrest. We had the video, the note, and my testimony.

The counselor and the headmaster told the police to wait in the office until the school day ended so the students wouldn't be disturbed. A message played in the intercom. All the students had to go home, and club activities would not take place.

Eventually, the final bell rang, and within fifteen minutes, the police left and arrested Mr. Rana. I didn't see it when it happened, the counselor had to be the one to tell us that he was gone. Ayato and I stood up and started to leave the school.

By this point, the school was empty, and no one was around. The sight of the school empty, when it's usually filled with students, creeped me out. It also didn't help that I was alone with Ayato. Maybe I didn't mean anything to him anymore, and he would take me out. He probably still thinks that Taeko has a crush on me, I'm sure he did this all for her, and he just needed to talk to me to help out in Mr. Rana’s arrest.

As we walk past the lockers and go through the door, I feel an arm wrap around my shoulders. The arm pulls me closer, and I look up to see Ayato. He isn't looking at me and is instead looking straight ahead.

"Ayato?" I call out his name, and it grabs his attention. He looks down at me with his usual stoic look.

"I'm just wondering. Are we friends again?" I felt a bit pathetic when asking the question. I know the past me from three weeks ago would go crazy seeing me under Ayato's arm. I'm sure that he would lose his mind from me asking that question. But I had to know. I have to know the answer to the question. What did I mean to Ayato now? Did I mean anything to him at all?

"We're on good terms now."

That's all he tells me. It confuses me. I expected him to call me his enemy or friend. I wasn't expecting that answer, but I'll take it. I'd rather be on his good side.

But is this the right choice? Should I really let go of what he did weeks ago? Should I just move on? I arrested a pervert, but a potential killer is right next to me.

Maybe I can use this to my advantage. Maybe I can get Ayato in jail, too. I just need to play my cards right.

[dairy-farmer]

Did a Cameras Au on my Twitter doing on here too~ Also Batcest! Just? Tim getting so used to his family's cameras he tunes out their exsistance most days. It's not "overstepping boundaries" or "invasive" to him. It's a love language. They want to watch him because they love him. They care. Want to be with him even when they can't be with him. He gets it. He has cameras too.

He DID stalk them for years after all. He honestly just wishes his other friends would be as understanding and let him put camera in THEIR houses. It's not like he'd be creepy about it! Honestly, the cameras and various surveillance from his family feels comfortable. Relaxing. He feels wanted and part of the family.

Of course there in lies the problem~ yes, SOME members of the family are respectful and have them set up "just in case" etc... others? Check them FAR more often. The ones who aren't as great with their words to be specific. The ones who strained their relationship with Tim. Who love him but don't know how to act on that or what to SAY.

They like watching him. Listening to him work and putter around the apartment. Eat when he eats, leave it to play and sleep when he sleeps. It's almost like they were co-existing. They know it's pathetic. That they should stop. But it brings comfort... and frankly? The Life is cruel. What's one hidden vice?

Then Tim breaks up with his boyfriend. Some flighty photographer too much like Tim's parents, who's decided he just HAS to go live in Rome now with no warning and expected Tim to drop his life for him. They tolerated the man. They're glad he's gone. But apparently Tim's libido most certainly is NOT. Tim gets over him after a few weeks... but he also get horny.

He breaks out boxes they've never seen before. Tuts and goes shopping. Comes back with BAGS. Discrete and tasteful bags. He spent serious money. The clues are there but their minds refuse to put things together until they start seeing actual toys. Until Tim is shucking his pants right in the living room of his apartment.

Sliding the first of many tiny vibraters into himself. To begin the process of teasing himself for HOURS. Adding one after another, until no more will fit and every move is a mind melting torture. Sliding a butterfly vibe into his soaked panties to torment his poor clit. Working up and over his slight little tits till they must be throbbing. Slowly stretching his little ass then almost lazily riding the toy he attached to his seat. It HAD to have been shifting every vibe in side him each time he moved.

No wonder he was drooling. Whimpering. Shaking and whining like he wanted to cry. By the time he pulled him self to his feet and walked on shaky legs to his room, their poor Tim must feel like ready to fall apart. They certainly do.

Then he digs under his bed and drags out a god damn fucking machine. It's shaped like a saddle, has all the hallmarks of Tim messing with it. Improving it. The watch him gasp and whine as he pulls the toys out, hovers himself over those cold unfeeling rods, all ridges and nubbed to drive someone insane. And they can't help but think it should be THEM bend him over the edge of the bed.

Should be THEM lowering him onto that thing, holding him and whispering filthy praise as he begs and gasps. They watch him ride, eyes nearly rolling back into his head as he's mercilessly pounded, and can't help but think they could do him BETTER. That their hands aren't enough.

And... and surely no one else is watching, right? It's just them an Tim. It could be their filthy, depraved secret. They could hold him down and RUIN him the way he wants... the way he NEEDS so bad. Because THEY understand Time the best. THEY would appreciate it most. And across the Manor, Gotham, and even Bludhaven they start making plans. They'd have to be discreet. Keep it from the others. They wouldn't understand.

They save the video and start searching their records. They bet they can find more~💖

Tim sleeps well. Unaware of what's coming for him >:3c (not that he'll be upset)

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! tim's family spying on him because a distance has grown between them and they feel divorced from him, like they're losing him. they don't know tim or what's going on with his life anymore- they didn't even know he had a boyfriend until he accompanied tim to a chairty event.

and then!!!!!!them catching sight of tim masturbating and touching himself and they see all the toys tim has collected over the years and they learn tim, the family member they'd labeled as 'sexless' was in fact SO horny that he practically made his own fucking machine to fuck him just the way he likes!!!!!!!!! and they see every bit of tim that has been hidden from them and now they're so hungry to see even more after this little show!!

[talltoontales]

High Rolling Spider-Man: HEATED

Prompt: Just wanted to write for my Spidersona (Spider-Man OC)

Prompt By: Me (ToonMan)

Started Writing: 05/21/2024

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It’s a clear day in New Las Vegas as Spider-Man swings above the mid-day traffic, landing on the side of a building. He pulls his sleeve back to look at his watch.

“Huh?” says Spider-Man, “It’s been thirty minutes and no accidents. Must be a slow day.” Spider-Man jerks his head to the side, narrowly dodging a half-empty beer can. As it bounces off the wall, Spider-Man grabs it out of the air with his web. He looks down and sees a man giving him a double dose of the middle finger.

“Yeah! I ain’t scared of you, freak!” yells the man. Spider-Man flings the soda can toward the angry civilian. The man dives to the side, only for the soda to fly right into a garbage can.

“Swish!” says Spider-Man. The man jumps back up to his feet.

“You think you’re funny, bug boy!?” yells the man.

“I mean, I have my moments,” says Spider-Man. The man pulls out his phone and starts dialing.

“Well, I hope you like laughing behind bars,” says the man. Spider-Man leaps down from the wall, passing by civilians stop in their tracks as they watch Spider-Man walk up to the man, close enough to hear 911 over the man’s phone.

“Go ahead,” says Spider-Man. “I got nowhere better to be.” The color drains from the man as his face and hands become so drenched in sweat that his phone starts to slide out. The quickly growing crowd starts recording the situation. Spider-Man’s eyes squint as he leans in closer to the side of the man’s head. “What’s wrong? Scared of itsy bitsy ole’ me?”

Spider-Man feels something soft bounce off the side of his head. It then hits the ground with a soft squeak. He looks at the ground to see a worn-down teddy bear at his feet.

Looking up, he sees a young boy clinging to his mother and staring tear-covered daggers at Spider-Man. The wallcrawler sighs as he leans away from the man. Spider-Man snatches the phone away from the man.

“Hello, 911,” says Spider-Man in a fake voice, “I think I see that web man bothering some drunk guy at the corner of Flint and Chimenea. Oh, wait. I think he sees me!” Spider-Man hangs up the phone and slaps it back onto the man’s chest.

“Anything else bothering you?” The man shakes his head wildly. “Thought so. Have a nice day.” Spider-Man runs away from the man, leaping over the crowd and swinging into an alleyway.

The boy who threw his toy earlier runs as fast as he can to pick up his bear. The man collapses onto his butt as he gasps for air. The boy walks over and grabs the man’s arm with both hands. The mother follows shortly after to help the man back onto his feet. Spider-Man watches all of this from a nearby rooftop.

Good job, Pete, reeeeally helping out your reputation with that one.

Spider-Man leaps from the rooftop and starts swinging through the city again.

God, I can see the headlines now: “Spider-Man attacks citizen with his own drink!” “Spider-Man prank calls 911 call!” “Brave child wards off Spider-Menace!” All because I couldn’t keep my head on straight for five seconds and ignore some rando.

But I mean, who goes up to a wanted super criminal looking to pick a fight? Guy’s lucky all I did was scare the crap outta him. Gah! No! Stop! Don’t think like that!

Spider-Man lands on the railing of a billboard, looking over the busy street below.

It’s not their fault. They don’t know what I know. As far as they’re concerned, Spider-Man tried to kill the mayor who saved Las Vegas from joining California at the bottom of the Pacific. Heck, I’d hate me too!

Spider-Man looks across from him at a video billboard playing an advertisement for the Hexi Guard. Images of Gold Griffin, Mysterio, Mach One, Stampede, and Hydro-Man, all doing generic heroic deeds, play on a loop.

“Can’t even let me sulk in peace, huh?” says Spider-Man. “One of these days, the whole world will see you for the frauds you are. Can’t even live up to your team’s name. Last time I checked Hexi means—"

A massive explosion shakes the entire city. Spider-Man leaps on top of the billboard, looking around until he sees the middle of the Empire Hotel engulfed in flames. Spider-Man quickly slingshots himself at the burning hotel.

// // // // // // // // // //

Spider-Man lands on a roof overlooking the hotel’s entrance. Security guards try to organize fleeing guests with little success. A few police cars come to a screeching halt, but the officers struggle to get through the horde of people.

Spider-Man looks at one of the windows in time to see a chair fly through it. A woman uses a lamp to break the remaining glass in her way as she screams for help.

Spider-Man leaps into action, swinging toward the base of the hotel. He runs up the side of the building, dodging exploding windows and falling glass. A blast of fire launches the woman out the window. Spider-Man quickly jumps off the side of the building and catches the woman in midair.

“Going down?” asks Spider-Man as he uses his webs to safely swing to the ground. Before they even touch gravel, the woman practically jumps from Spider-Man’s, running away as fast as she can. “I guess a tip would be asking too much.”

Spider-Man makes his way to one of the windows on the floor below the fire. He tries to look inside, but the tinted glass makes it difficult. “If anyone’s inside, stand back!”

Spider-Man launches himself through the glass into an unused, smoke-filled room. He runs through the front door into a hallway filled with the burning debris of the next floor. Spider-Man finds a hole and jumps up to the next floor, calling out to see if anyone needs help.

A man calls out behind a door blocked by more debris. Spider-Man throws it away and opens the door. Before the young man could even think, "Thank you,” he immediately takes a step back once he sees Spider-Man.

“Please, I-I have a kid,” begs the young man.

“Then why are you still standing here!” yells Spider-Man. “Stairs are down the hall! Go!” Spider-Man continues down the hall, going door by door, floor by floor, as the fire increases.

On one of the upper floors, Spider-Man sees an elderly woman using a fire extinguisher to try and break down a door. “Seriously!? Hey lady! You’re using that wrong!” The elderly woman sees Spider-Man and holds a fire extinguisher like a bat, swinging at Spider-Man.

“Not a step {cough} a step further!” yells the elderly woman. “I {cough} {cough} {cough} I won’t let you take me or my family.”

-above-

Debris falls above the elderly woman’s head. Spider-Man tries to web it away, but the elderly woman hits his hand away with the fire extinguisher. Some of the debris hits the woman’s head, knocking her out, while Spider-Man webs the rest.

“Crap,” says Spider-Man. He throws the elderly woman over his shoulder before breaking the hotel room door down. Inside, an elderly man holds a young girl wrapped in a blanket. The girl screams once she sees Spider-Man.

“Lynet?” asks the old man. As Spider-Man walks towards the pair, the old man grabs his cane and swings it at him. “S-stay away {cough} {cough}!” Spider-Man grabs the cane and holds it in place.

“Can you walk?” asks Spider-Man. The old man just stares at Spider-Man, putting himself further between the webhead and his granddaughter. “I’ll take that as a maybe. Do you know how to work a fire extinguisher?” The old man continues to stare down Spider-Man. The young girl pushes herself out from behind her grandfather.

“I do!” says the girl.

“Awesome,” says Spider-Man, using his webs to pull the fire extinguisher to him. “Here.” Spider-Man tries to hand the fire extinguisher to the girl, but the grandfather blocks him. “Look you—” Spider-Man glances at the girl.

“Look, this place is coming apart, and I’ve been here too long to swing you out that window. So, you can either help me help you outta here, or I can carry you outta here kicking and screaming in front of the kid?”

The old man continues to stare Spider-Man down, the sound of his granddaughter coughing behind him, until he takes the fire extinguisher himself, stands up, and takes his granddaughter by the hand.

The trio races down the hall, the old man putting out fires, the girl helping to keep her grandfather on his feet, and Spider-Man webbing any debris. They turn a corner to find the path to the stars blocked by a wall of fire a rubble.

The old man blasts the fire, but the extinguisher runs out. Spider-Man lays the grandmother on the ground and tries to web the debris, but his webbing quickly disintegrates in the heat.

“We {cough} {cough} we have to {cough},” the grandfather erupts into a coughing fit as he falls to his knees. The girl tries to keep him on his feet but can’t lift him as she also begins to cough. With tears in her eyes, the girl begs her grandfather to get up, shaking his body.

-fire-

Spider-Man focuses back on the wall of fire, confused.

-Danger-Fire-

The fire in the hallway begins to burn brighter, going from orange to yellow.

- DANGER -

Spider-Man’s eyes widen. He quickly picks the grandparents up. “We need to move now!” orders Spider-Man. The girl runs ahead as he directs her from behind. The two stop in front of an elevator.

Spider-Man puts the grandparents on the ground before grabbing the elevator doors. The hated metal burns right through his suit, causing him to real back. He tries again, pushing and screaming through the pain as he begins to make progress, but the pain is too much. He lets go, and the doors slam closed.

- DANGER-ESCAPE-FIRE -

Spider-Man looks at where they came from as the brighter flames begin to spread down the hallway. He then looks back at the girl as she tries not to cry while also trying to wake her grandparents.

For a second, Spider-Man sees himself as Pete kneeling down next to a homeless man, desperately trying to wake him as well.

“Please!” begs Pete, “Please, don’t leave me alone! I’m sorry! Please...”

- DANGERESCAPEFIREESCAPEDANGERFIRE -

A man with glowing golden skin, red eyes, flowing copper hair, and wearing a matching metallic sleeveless jumpsuit walks into the hallway in front of Spider-Man.

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Spider-Man and the glowing man look at each other. The glowing man tightens his fist, and the fire in the hallway burns brighter. Spider-Man gets into a fighting stance. The young girl coughing grabs the glowing man's attention as he looks around Spider-Man at the girl and her grandparents.

“Hey! Eyes on me, golden boy!” yells Spider-Man, leaping at the golden man but quickly feels the air start to cook him as the two get closer.

- GET-BACK -

Spider-Man pulls himself back with his webs, putting him closer to the family and father away the glowing man. “Whatever’s going on here’s got nothing to do with them!”

The glowing man puts his hands out in front of him. Spider-Man quickly tries to web the glowing man’s hands, but his webs disintegrate before even getting close. The man closes his eyes and takes a deep breath as the fire shifts around them.

Spider-Man tries to web the ceiling above the glowing man, but it still turns to ash. Spider-Man falls to one knee as the heat takes its tool. He turns around to see the girl passed out on top of her grandparents.

Suddenly, a cool breeze brushes up behind him. Spider-Man turns around and watches as the glowing man absorbs the heat from the fire, snuffing it out until all that remains is smoke and a charred hallway.

The glowing man opens his eyes, aims a clenched fist at Spider-Man, and fires an energy blast. Spider-Man braces for impact, only for nothing to happen. He looks around to see a massive hole in the wall behind him, pulling out all the smoke. The glowing man places a set of fingers to his ear.

“This is Hot Shot,” says the glowing man, “I got two elderly and one child on the twenty-seventh floor that need immediate medical attention, over.” There’s a pause as someone talks on the other end. “No, I don’t have a visual on Spider-Man. He must’ve escaped.” Spider-Man looks at Hot Shot, surprised.

“See you on the ground, chief.” Hot Shot walks past Spider-Man, the glowing metal on his arms fading into dark tan skin as he picks up the grandparents and the child under his arms.

“Hey,” says Spider-Man as he picks himself back up. “Thanks for the, um, assist.”

“Don’t mention it, seriously,” says Hot Shot. “How are you holding up?”

“A little parched, but I should be good in a minute,” says Spider-Man. “it’ll take more than a little heat to put me down for good.”

“That’s good to know,” says Hot Shot as he throws the trio out of the hole he made.

“NO!” yells Spider-Man.

- brace -

He tries to run after them but gets blasted in the chest by Hot Shot, knocking him to the ground. Hotshot’s legs erupt into flames launching him out of the hotel. He dives toward the ground grabbing the grandparents with his hands.

Then levels out to let the young girl safely land on his back as he lands on the ground. First responders take the family, allowing Hot Shot to land. Hot Shot slicks his hair back, looks to the crowd with a golden smile, and talks in his earpiece.

“All clear!” yells Hot Shot as the crowd erupts into cheers. Back inside the hotel, Spider-Man feels his chest. It stings to the touch, but he’s still in one piece.

Really should have seen that coming.

- collapse -

Suddenly, the entire building shakes and shifts. Spider-Man is sent a foot into the air as the floor drops from under him. “You've gotta be kidding me!” groans Spider-Man.

He forces himself to his feet as he sprints through the collapsing hotel, bobbing and weaving through what remains of the fire. Eventually, he’s forced to dive through a window to escape the hotel, only to crash through another window into someone’s home office.

“…ow…” After dragging himself to his feet, he watches the rest of the Empire Hotel’s collapse. From the massive cloud of smoke, he notices a large, hunched figure with glowing blue eyes stomp away from the scene. “Stampede, which means the Hexi Guard, which also means—”

// // // // // // // // // //

“People of New Las Vegas,” Mayor Harry Osborn stands at the top of the steps of City Hall overlooking a massive crowd. His assistant, Octavious Jr., to his right, and Hexi Guard's second-in-command, Mysterio, to his left.

“As you all very well know, almost seven years ago, Dr. Edward Lansky, otherwise known as Lightmaster, was a proud member of the Hexi Guard, saving not only Las Vegas but the entire East Coast. And even while on death’s door, he still dedicated himself to the recovery and rejuvenation of this fair city.”

The crowd goes silent as people bow their heads in respect. “While a man such as him is irreplaceable due to the rising superhuman threat, The Hexi Guard, the brilliant minds at Oztavious Industries, and myself have come to a decision. Mysterio, if you would.”

Harry steps back as Mysterio takes over at the podium. Her hands radiate a green mist-like energy as large circular screens appear in the air. Each shows athletic men and women doing tests and exercises.

“Let me be clear,” says Mysterio, “to become a member of the Hexi Guard, one must have more than just power. They must have skill, wisdom, tact, and, above all, the true spirit of a hero. And while no one can shine as bright as Light…as bright as Edward, this young man has the potential to shine even brighter in his own, unique way.”

Mysterio claps her hands, and the screens collapse, launch into the air, and explode like fireworks. The crowd looks up to see a figure standing on the roof of City Hall.

“So, if you would kindly give a rousing round of applause for the newest member of the Hexi Guard, Hot Shot, the molten man!” Hot Shot jumps from the roof of the building, and a glowing golden liquid spawning from his chest quickly covers his entire body.

Before crashing into the ground, Hot Shot lets off a quick blast of fire to cushion his landing. Hot Shot whips his hair back as he stands up. Now, with a copper domino mask and a charming grin, the crowd erupts into applause.

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Pete sits with a bucket of chocolate ice cream resting on his chest while watching Hot Shot’s inauguration on TV. Finishing the ice cream, Pete throws the bucket behind him as he slumps in his chair. On the TV, Hot Shot shows off his firepower with short bursts of flight and blasting targets out of the sky above the crowd.

“Welp, needed a new suit anyway,” says Pete.

. . . . . . . . . .

Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed the story! If you have any comments, critiques, or criticisms, please don't be afraid to let me hear 'em (as long as they're constructive (or comical)). Also, if you have some spare time, check out my blog for more stories like the one above. Stay safe, drink plenty of water, and be kind to yourself and others. ToonMan, AWAY!

[italianpersonwithashippersheart]

Only Friends Ep 7 Thoughts

I was forgetting to do this.

I mean Sand is right, but you have been nicer about it. I don't think Sand realizes that he wanted to die. Learn to love yourself, like it's easy. THIS BOYS NEEDS A THERAPIST!!!

Oh he is apologizing. I hope he also apologizes to Nick later.

I am so not suprised that Ray's dad is an asshole. But wow. I DO NOT LIKE THAT. What is with that cut Jojo. Tell me what they talked about!!

Ok I do not not how to feel about this Cheum scene and I don't know why. They obviously care somewhat about Ray. And yet Sand is the only one that went after him.

Oh Honey, Mew is not a good guy, not anymore!!!

So Nick didn't tell Top about the recording, just to stay away from Boston

That look of betrayal.

Didn't even try to deny it, already crying.

OK It's not Nick's fault that your friends hate you now. It's the consequences of you being a dick.

HE STARTED IT!!!!!!! HE STARTED IT!!!!!!!!!! Not you when you slept with Top, no, Nick is more at fault here. Why don't you get fucked.

I love the acting in this scene between Force and Book. They are amazing. Mew looks like he has barely slept. Top looks depressed and exahusted.

OH!! Top baby that was not the right thing to say.

I love that we went from Top and Mew's realtionship semi-ending and to the bright color of Ray's place and Ray and Sand.

Sands eyes are so expressive in this scene.

They are so cute. Why are they so cute.

Nice detail with the car belt burn on Ray (I am not sure if you say it like that but give me a break)

Awwwwwwwww. They took a bath together.

Gee I wonder why he doesn't think of either of you when there is a problem. One of life's great mysteries I guess (sarcasm).

Well at least he apologized for that punch

Boston is here time for the pool fight!!!!!!!!!!!!!

God Ton is such an asshole. I can't wait for all the breakdowns of this fight.

I LOVED THIS SCENE BETWEEN NICK AND SAND!!! OMG!!! Favorite scene hands down.

Mew is being so creepy in this scene with Nick. Book is amazing!!

OHHH!! There it is. That's why that scene with Gap was in the preview. Mew is going to get Gap to release that Sex Tap. DAMN!!! LOOK AT HIM!! HE IS HAUNTING!!!!!

Jojo really took forcebook and said is anyone going to do something really fucking good with them? And then didn't wait for an answer and did it himself. DAMN!!

I love the fact that Mew is stealing the Boston video and still tells the guy off for being a creep secretly recording people.

YOU WANT TO TALK TOP TIERS!! Mew is Top Tier. Unhinged Mew is def Top Tier. I love him!!!!!!!

Mew is going directely to Boston's dad???? You know for a second I really thought Mew was going to out Boston to his dad. There is so much fear in Boston's eyes. Everyone in this cast is good.

Mew truly won that fight. Damn.

THERE IT IS!! Mew is definately using Ray as a rebound. Maybe not conciously. But he pivoted so fast. Just because well I was wrong about Top so I must have been wrong to say no to Ray. Or something like that. Oh yeah this is definately him going to safest option. Ray is not going to hurt him, ever. Never going to cheat on him. He is safe. And he still loves him. Perfect. At least in his current opinion.

I hope they do start to date and then realize there is nothing there and go back to being friends.

That preview!! Damn!!!

[deathsbestgirl]

wetwired!!

the way mulder’s sources manipulate him is kinda fucked up. they won’t give him any actual information but “i’ve been asked to tell you, if you walk away from this more people will die” like obviously he won’t turn his back on it despite the fact he’s clearly being used & given nothing helpful.

i love how suspicious scully always is. ‘where’d you get this case, who’s your source, what if they’re just using you, what do they even want us to do’

scully making a “crazy” leap about the video recordings. THE FLIRTING.

mulder is just bored watching the videos, but scully really believes there’s connection. and i completely understand mulder’s disbelief that tv is the cause, his psych background requires it honestly. but it’s funny to hear him making fake pseudo science comments when that’s usually scully’s department.

then he goes to bed and her paranoia settles in — it’s honestly so painful. the way her eyes move. when she thinks she sees mulder with the smoking man, honest to gods heartbreaking. because she has never doubted mulder’s intentions & allegiance. but she knows~ what she saw. does she even sleep or did she stay up all night waiting for him to come back~

i wish we knew exactly what was going through her mind and mulder tells her about the latest murder.

mulder running after the man in the van. he could have caught up like come on. then scully is watching videos & notices him climbing the pole 🤣

but ugh. mulder’s lack of communication skills makes scully’s paranoia so much worse. like why isn’t he letting her take the evidence to pendrell, or at the very least say he wants to take it to the gunmen. this coupled with car being moved & seeing him with the smoking man.

i love seeing scared scully. some of gillian’s best acting. but paranoid scully?? incredible.

and now *mulder* is worried. i don’t know if he realized before the phone call that her behavior was peculiar. to him, everything seems normal. he’s focused on the case as always. so is scully. but her questions for him have gotten weirder, her responses & behavior, more erratic.

and now after the call, she tears apart the motel room because she’s so sure someone was tapping her phone. (it feels right the lone gunmen are in this episode when she initially mocked their paranoia when she first met them.)

mulder having to call mrs. scully to ask about *dana*

skinner shows up and i think this is the one time he actually upsets me. like yes, scully is armed & dangerous but that is your child sir!!! you love her. (or he has a big crush on her so why?! fuck professionalism lol)

he puts the x on his window but the lone gunmen call. and they at least have some answers. but mulder has to give them the last little puzzle piece. and then he gets the call about a body, possibly scully’s. he can’t even process it.

but of course the fucker shows up when he’s supposed to go in. and he really thinks mulder is going to care more about the case than his partner? scully is only in this position because they took the case with no information. forcing them to uncover it the only way they can, obviously putting scully in *direct* danger.

mrs. scully doesn’t answer her phone about dana’s possible body. mulder heads right over to her house, and maggie tries to protect him. because she knows something is wrong with dana. because scully would never say the things she must have said about him to her mom. and then she says them to mulder’s face. and GOD the way maggie scully stands between scully & mulder, scully pointing the gun at mulder then at maggie.

that scene was tense & beautiful & painful.

the hospital scene. they are just precious. the way he immediately turns off the tv. “ashamed” “i was so sure mulder” “it was just like the world was turned upside down” he tells her about the others’ worst fears. “turned their anxieties into some kind of dementia, a virtual reality of their own worst nightmares” “like me thinking you’d betray me” then she tells him about the cancer man, and he thinks maybe she did see something. it wasn’t mulder though (fits with the woman thinking her husband was cheating when it wasn’t even her husband)

then he talks to her doctor!!! and she tells him scully’s medical information. hipaa violation or does he have access now?

they did a spinal tap on scully. do y’all know how painful that is?

and mulder’s investigation isn’t complete. scully was affected and now the smoking man’s possible involvement. he’s sure as heck going to do everything he can to get answers. and it’s interesting. because he will always go as far as he has to for the answers, the truth. but the moment scully is personally involved, the lengths he will go to multiply and it’s quite a sight.

of course the doctor the first spoke to was a plant. and now mulder’s real source actually reveals himself — and finally. idk if this is when we actually first learned he worked for the smoking man but!! i want to know why this man has so many people working for him, that are loyal to him to a fault but a number of them are still trying to undermine everything he does & take him down. (smoking man is one of those characters i LOVE to hate. he isn’t interesting in & of himself, but because of his role & the conspiracy and how much of a man behind the curtain is he really? how much is he responsible for?)

it’s frustrating the way mulder protects his source because he doesn’t have a real choice.

how unfeeling skinner is — you liar.

[walkingstackofbooks]

SNW 2x06 Lost in Translation thought-stream

Is Kirk in this episode? Exciiite!! :D

Uhura!!!!

"My eyes are technically open, Captain." I love this new confidence, it suits her!

The TOS earpiece :O Yisss

He's fleet captain?! That's quite big, no?

THE SPINNING THINGS!!!! Nacelles? Idk the orange glowy things you always see on the TOS intro are in action and I love it?

Ohhhh, the recording of Hemmer :'(

"I'm sorry. I just said that because he's dead." Pelia I ADORE you

"Which is why they could really use your version of managerial fervour." Hah! That is Very Una.

JEEEZ THAT APPARITION'S TERRIFYING ... WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO HEMMER, SNW?

"Starfleet officers aren't supposed to randomly hallucinate." "You didn't do anything wrong, and there was nothing random about it." M'Benga is so gentle!, I love his bedside manner <3

I feel like Uhura has been in sickbay a lot this season?

"I empathize. But I also know a stubborn patient when I see one. You aren't going back on duty till I'm satisfied you've slept." She look so shocked XD You really shouldn't be that surprised that the doctor is gonna doctor, Uhura!

OH IT'S THE FARRAGUT! THAT'S KIRK'S SHIP!

Am excited to see more of Pelia too!!!!!

Actually, this is the first time we've ever seen Sam and Jim alive together (apart from that AOS deleted scene). Time to make Operation Annihilate more heartbreaking!

"Literally everything in xenoanthropology is new and exciting."

Jim's eye on Spock's chess game makes me so happy, I cannot express how much

"I appreciate the sentiment, but I am not in the market for friends right now." Oh, Nyota

I am so here for Uhura and Kirk on the case together

Pike's little breath and "Lieutenant Kirk". He's so well-adjusted tho

I'm so excited for La'an to run into Kirk again too

Can you find someone else to evaluate if it's real? Oh you did! Yes, Nyota!

No, you're supposed to wait for backup!

The way Jim catches her :o :3 <3 And her panicked "wait!". Oh, my heart. Okay, I love this Jim too, this is our Kirk

Well that's not disturbing at all, Ramon's space disintegration

Pike is so dadly and I love him for it. "The way I see it, that's good news. You're not crazy. Something is affecting you, the same way it affected him. And we're gonna figure out what."

"It won't come to that, I promise you." How can you promise that, Chirs? Take her advice! Let her be safe

Oh La'an ❤️❤️❤️ Just stumbling in on Kirk like that. You poor thing.

"And you have crumbs on your uniform! You're like a space hippie!" Wow, Una XD

"I don't need a cookie." "Okay, now you sound crazy." Kirk's trying to offer food as comfort... I wonder how Tarsus fits into this Jim

"The truth is I've never been able to face death." Oh, Uhura.

I've just realised she was watching that video of Hemmer, even though she must know how to do the thing by now.

"What's the play?" God, Pike's trust in her. That must be such a hard decision, on only that information he's been given.

"You gave me a C!" XD

Ohhh. But it's not really about that. Good. Una's too good o be petty.

I really love being able to see this beginning of Kirk and Uhura's friendship <3

Jim, clearly he'd like you to return with a compliment of your own. 'Xenoanthropology saved the day after all' or something? It's not hard.

Sam! What the heck? I was on your side for a second but I really don't think your brother has anything he needs to apologise for. Are you this much of an ass to anyone else?! (I really can't remember what he did in s1).

SPOCK

A HANDSHAKE!!!!

AHHHHHHHHHH

HER KNOWING SMILE

AHHHH

Oh and as the camera pans away we can see that Jim is constantly looking across to Spock I cannot I cannot I cannot

Oh I ADORED that episode. And not just the ending! Jim fit in seamlessly throughout, it was really nice seeing that in the real timeline, he is our Kirk.

And Uhura is, of course, everything. I love her so much.

[pastel-rights]

"…"

"…"

"Is this working?"

The camera fizzles and sparks, the video feed struggling to process what was going on. In the midst of static, a voice can be heard— one that belonged to a familiar detective.

After a few buzzes and the static clears, the feed shows the familiar sight of Verity. Yes, they were in a different attire, but they were in a different train entirely… And one that was, unfortunately, snowed in.

"Oh! It's working. Thank God."

Verity clasps their gloved hands and sighed in relief, their gaze turning to the person recording. With a nod, they face the lens once more.

"If you're seeing this, Lee, I'm sure you must be confused on what's going on. I can't blame you if you are, after I've left with only a journal for you to find."

They chuckled, but they sounded sad. Bittersweet, even.

"… I'm sorry, Lee."

…

"I… Wanted us to leave. Together."

They paused, closing their eyes for a moment.

"… But as fate would have it, I have to abandon you for the sake of the truth. That man wouldn't let me on, and if it wasn't for that enigmatic worker on the train, you would've actually saw my dead body for the first and final time."

The feed seem to lose its focus, but it regains after a while, making them chuckle nervously.

"While I'm not one for… Celebrations, I remembered that today is your day of birth. Forgive me if this is a bad time for this, but if you're seeing this now, I must be right."

They grabbed what seemed to be a box, and opening it was a birthday cake. It was… A little toppled over, some of the frosting and decorations already moved to God knows where, but the look of pride from them was enough to show that it was their own effort to make it.

"… Happy birthday, Lee. I, Orfeo, and the others in the train made this for you. I reasoned with Andrew to have us make something… Edible, and after a bit of confrontation, he helped out."

They paused when they heard him speak, "That's because you'd force me if I tried to deny," and they scoffed and muttered, "And you know I will."

Coughing, they gave the camera a smile.

"I don't know where you are. You could be gone, dead, or— heaven forbid— you may as well have been consumed by something, and I would've done this for nothing."

Turning their head down to the cake, though, Verity sighed. Their shoulders slumped, and they adjusted the jacket on their person.

"… Wherever you are, if you ever get to see this… I hope you're safe."

…

"… I wish I can celebrate this day with you, and have you meet everyone. It would be like old times, my friend, but… Things have changed."

…

"I hope… Today will be the day life will be kind to you. I doubt it will for me, but I know you would kill me if you heard me say it."

… They sighed.

"… Please, stay safe. And thank Sam for me."

…

…

The video ends there, and the gift next to the camera was but a stitched doll of their friend.

Despite how worn it is, the two dolls are joined together— she can recognize the attire of the detective she met on the train, and herself back then. Back when things were... Not as cruel.

...

Where could the detective gone?

Only God knows the answer to that.

———

Happy Birthday, my dear friend, Yami.

May the years be as kind to you as you were to me, and may life give you the strength to when things get you down.

Things don't last forever, but I hope with this drabble, it'll make things feel like they would.

(P.S.: feel free to yell at me for the amount of hurt I put you through this one, I deserve it lol)

— Navina

“… it’s already that time of the year? bah. Cake? Haven’t had one of those since my last meal. Death-iversary and Birthday, it’s quite a combo. Cute video, Ver. It’s… not really the same cake you tired so hard to make, but, I wouldn’t have one otherwise… so, thanks for that, I suppose. That’s a lotta cake though, Ver, not sure what I’m supposed to do with it, though.“

———

Oh

My

GOD.

NAVI…

OH...

OH! I'M. NAVI??????

OH THAT VERITY FIC...

OH THE DOLLS...

AND THE CAKE...

AND NOT THE TRAIN CONDUCTOR ANDREW BULLYING BWAHAHAH

OH...

OH NAVI...

I'M.

i'm in shambles /pos

why must you people hurt me so on my birthday arc 😭/lh

[themuffinman-taylorsversion]

fearless tracks 18-26 + crazier review

SUPERSTAR

this song is one of my favorites on the fearless album. idk what it is about it, I just really love it.

i really like the way Taylor wrote about this experience and then became the superstar herself. it's such a full circle moment and I think that's really beautiful.

i think of myself as quite the hopeless romantic, and this song is so me it actually hurts. I cant count the amount of celebrities that I could relate to this for me personally. but oh well

anyways I love the line delivery in this song, but it does sound a little nasally or over-controlled or something sometimes.

either way, I think this song is really good and underrated. I love it

score: 9/10

points for lyrics, style, personal bias, chorus, verses, bridge, instrumentals, vocals, pretty privilege

favorite line: im invisible and everyone knows who you are (but I would choose the whole song if I could)

THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR

the best outro in the album, maybe even taylor's entire discography.

"with your face and the beautiful eyes and the conversation with the little white lies and the faded picture of a beautiful night you CARRIED ME FROM YOUR CAR UP THE sTAiAiAiRs and I broke down crying was she worth this mess? after everything and that little black dress after everything I must confess, I need you <3"

like come on that is such a great outro (although the time between a couple of the lines sounds like they were using different recordings. it's a little bit disconcerting but I can get past that)

what's harder to get past is that i this song kinda reaffirms the whole "women say no but they mean yes so you should just keep trying" thing (because that's the majority of the song) so that's not great and it definitely brings down my opinion of the song and makes it less enjoyable for me, but I'm willing to give Taylor some grace because she was a teenager when she wrote this. but yeah that's not super great

also I just noticed this but in love story she says "you were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles" and in this song there's a line that says "to stand outside my window throwing pebbles" so that's cool

score: 6/10

points for style, chorus, verses, bridge, instrumentals, vocals, pretty privilege, I'm subtracting a point because of a previous comment about when women say no

favorite line: me and my stupid pride are sitting here alone

TODAY WAS A FAIRYTALE

it's a fun song. I don't have that much to say about it but I love singing it and I love the fairytale part of the song. the imagery the song gives me is so pleasant. sort of reminiscent of the love story music video

also in the part right before the bridge I could hear it being mashed up with begin again

(i've been looking at the song title too much. how is fairytale a word)

score 5/10

points for style, chorus, instrumental, vocals, pretty privilege

favorite line: you've got a smile that takes me to another planet

YOU ALL OVER ME

first vault track!! I think the lyricism is incredible here for the era. it would take me months to write even the first verse

i think if I had to guess which song this almost replaced on the track list it would be white horse. they just seem similar to me

also clean reference?? no amount of freedom gets you clean. also the wine stained dress in clean could relate to the you all over me line

i think this song could've done without the feature as well. I don't really hear maren morris on this song as well as I would like to, but I don't think it takes away from the song that much

score 7/10

points for lyrics, personal bias, chorus, verses, instrumental, vocals, pretty privilege

favorite line: held out, and held on God knows, too long

MR PERFECTLY FINE

omg this song. I love this song

i can't even articulate my thoughts but I love it so much!!!!!!!!

score: 8/10 (that even feels too low lol)

points for personal bias, chorus, verses, bridge, instrumental, vocals, pretty privilege, loopability

favorite line: so far above me in every sense, so far above feeling ANYTHING

WE WERE HAPPY

she did us so dirty removing the production of the original. listen to it and tell me I'm wrong

other than that it's a great song and I have absolutely no criticism for it (and I will accept none)

again I feel like this song was super ahead of the fearless album and that might've been why it was left out. I feel like this one would replace you're not sorry (at least with the re-recorded production)

score: 9/10

points for lyrics, personal bias, chorus, verses, bridge, instrumental, vocals, pretty privilege, loopability

favorite line: I hate those voices telling me I'm not in love anymore, but they don't give me choices and that's what these tears are for

THAT'S WHEN

not my favorite. I honestly think I skip it most times

it's sweet I guess but that's all it really has going for it imo

score: 3/10

points for style, instrumental, vocals

favorite line: and you said "honestly when you were gone did you ever think of me?"

DON'T YOU

it took forever for me to understand this song. I thought it was more accusational with the don't you's. like I thought it was saying "but don't you?" as in do you not when it's actually saying "please don't"

the bridge on this one is superb as well. I just love the whole one

score: 8/10

points for style, personal bias, chorus, verses, bridge, instrumental, vocals, pretty privilege

favorite line: my heart knows what the truth is, i swore i wouldn't do this

BYE BYE BABY

this song is so superior I LOVE IT

the eptiome of fearless songs. cause I never doubted it!! then the here and the now floods in! feels like I'm becoming!!! part of your past!!

score: 10/10

points for style, lyrics, personal bias, chorus, verses, bridge, instrumental, vocals, pretty privilege, loopability

favorite line: feels like I'm becoming part of your past

CRAZIER

it's not really my cup of tea, but I can appreciate it (and I would've recognized it on the eras tour, unlike a certain crowd)

anyways I think this song is really sweet and it'll probably grow on me when I actually find someone I love like that but for now it's not hitting the same as it is for some people.

score: 3/10

points for lyrics, chorus, instrumentals

favorite line: baby you showed me what living is for

[punkscowardschampions]

Janis & Jimmy & Casey Pt.2

Casey: and I’d be able to hack that even less

Janis: I’m seeing more houses so must be getting closer

Casey: I’ll go gay for him if it means he’ll put his foot down and get you here before I’m a massive block of ice, tell him I said

Janis: 😍😍😍 me or him

Janis: if he has no taste, I’ll tell him it’s a medical emergency 

Casey: [a 😍 selfie to show this man and see if he has taste lol]

Janis: [a video/voice recording of this man’s reaction, are you gonna be bants like yeah you a looker or vaguely homophobic by how awkward you are at being acosted like this lol, either or]

Casey: [one back of his reaction to the reaction haha whether it’s bants or taking the piss at how awks this poor man is]

Janis: I’d leave you 2 to it but I don’t wanna

Janis: [a selfie with this man however unwanted it may or may not be lol]

Casey: think again if you reckon I’m leaving him and you to it

Casey: nowhere near fit enough for you

Janis: you know I don’t want anyone else

Casey: your loved up mate Darren who needs telling neither of us are bothered

Janis: you really got his hopes up, tease

Casey: got something up, can call it his hopes if you like

Janis: 😏

Janis: not gonna call it that, no point cringing you to death after saving you from the cold

Casey: you’ve not got it in you, everything you do is the opposite of cringe 

Janis: might be nice and say you inspire it in me

Casey: it’d be too nice but I still want it

Janis: don’t you think you deserve the nicest right now

Casey: that’s just you

Janis: you deserve me

Casey: I need you, that’s all I know

Janis: okay

Casey: is it

Janis: right now, yes

Casey: I don’t wanna rely on you to keep me together, like he did

Janis: none of us are together right now

Janis: I couldn’t do it for him, I don’t see how I could for you

Casey: you do for me, but that’s not right if all I’m doing is pushing you back into the place where he had you

Janis: do you think that’s what’s happening

Casey: I don’t know

Janis: work it out

Casey: whatever happens, it ain’t your job to fix me, however good you are at it

Janis: I’m not replacing him with you, that’s not what I was doing

Casey: that, you’d have a job to do, I ain’t him and I never would or have been

Janis: are you telling me not to come when I’m nearly there 

Casey: no, I’m just telling you I know I’ve gotta get better too

Janis: I’ll just check everything is alright, I don’t have to stay

Casey: yeah you do, I can’t go talk to some paid dickhead at the minute, state of our bills, but I will

Casey: when things are less 24/7 suicide watch

Janis: he wouldn’t

Casey: you heard, not him, am I

Janis: he’s not going to hurt himself

Casey: not with me about, he tries it, I’ll stop him

Janis: I still want to fix this, I can’t handle the thought he would

Casey: he has to want to fix it, but it’s gonna be okay, we’ll get him there

Janis: we have to

Casey: we can, he’s not gone or going

Janis: between us, we can do it, right

Casey: nowt we can’t, me and you together

Janis: I trust you

Casey: and I do you an’ all

Janis: Good because I’m about to come in

Janis: [show up girl and deal with this door situation first and foremost]

Casey: [says ‘tah for the warning’ out loud when he hears her like thank god I’m not about to be robbed and/or murdered]

Janis: [a little amused sound that is loud enough for you to hear but we’re not full on loling about this ‘lucky I’m not mr next door’ as you come in to where he is, immediately getting all the layers of blankets and cosy clothing you can find without having to go upstairs]

Casey: [soz that this boy is FREEZING because he is gonna put his fingers on both her pulse points and under however many layers he needs in order to rest his oh so cold hand on her chest and feel her heart because need to know you’re still breathing in every possible way while his eyes are also doing their checking her over thing]

Janis: [it’ll be shocking in the good way because you need to be taken out of the autopilot you’ve been on, for good reason, and the only excuse we need to hold your hands there is that they are freezing and need warming up so that’s happening ‘you stupid boy’ but in the most caring tone ever because we cannot deal with seeing you like this]

Casey: [just staring at her like !!! because too much to say and too much he’s feeling, doing his big blinks and breathing like he would cry if he could, obvs]

Janis: [just giving you the hug you literally need in every sense right now, being soothing but not OTT getting towards lies territory, just like we’ve got this, it’ll get better, we’ll be okay etc]

Casey: [fully cling to her for an age, you both need it, making the kind of frustrated sounds you would when you wanna cry but it won’t happen until you don’t any more and are calmer]

Janis: [let this calm settle on both of you for as long as you need, Jimmy isn’t going anywhere right now ‘we should get something to eat’ noticing you’ve not eaten all day suddenly ‘see if we can get him to have water, too’ knowing it’s probably a bit early for food but at least you can keep his fluids up ‘sound alright?’ still hugging you but being less clinging to you for dear life about it]

Casey: [nod from within this hug and use it to bury your face into her a little bit because she’s right on the one hand but on the other it feels like a daunting task despite not being that much ‘I’ve been trying’ because he would’ve with Jimothy, very much have been anxiously hovering this entire time is the energy, not that he’s gotten anywhere with it but]

Janis: [‘I know that’ like of course you have, we all know the lack of progress is all to do with the catatonic state of him and not you not being able to, trying to accept it might be like this for a while and acting like it isn’t slightly terrifying because we have to, cannot be scared to this degree for the foreseeable ‘muscle memory will kick in, can have one of my sports drinks with all the electrolytes and everything’ as if this is gonna cure him or something but it’s a good idea to make the drink as nutritious as possible ‘move on to protein shakes after’ casually planning out loud like okay, how do we do this, thanks to our sister being paralysed and having to learn everything again when we were 13, not gonna be a slouch in a situation like this either]

Casey: [getting up and pulling her up with him at the same time because it’s a plan and that’s all he needs to re-kickstart himself into any kind of action here, likewise that proactive bitch, heading straight for the kitchen and sorting out what they need and probably making some sandwiches for y’all or something that you can just shove in your mouths and carry on]

Janis: [and thank God y’all are, we cannot all be falling apart, got to carry him through right now thank you, meanwhile you go check Casey properly got all Bobby’s school stuff and change the sheets in his room because intentions to do this properly, come back down with a pile of stuff he might need if he’s staying away for another night or so because you can drop that off whenever, come and get your sandwich and smile your thanks, rubbing the small of his back like okay?]

Casey: [he was HARDCORE rushing there is simply no way that he got Bobby any of the right things lbr, soz hun, at least you can get your dog back when you give him those because that’ll be good for Casey instead of just nursing jimothy in this silent house which would’ve been the vibe otherwise, the absolute adorable comedy of how many sandwiches this boy has probably made and eaten because when you start eating and realise how starving you actually are, kissing the top of her head how he do, the kettle’s clearly boiling, try not to be triggered when he goes to make a cup of tea Janis, I promise he isn’t like a robot and those sad mugs will have been cleared away]

Janis: [I get why you wanted everyone and everything out of the way in the immediate aftermath but yes, having Chubby for company and being able to go walk him will be good for you 100%, just looking at the loaf of bread and how it’s basically all gone and patting his belly ‘there’s the food bill’ but then that’s too close to a pregnancy belly thing so you have to move to the cupboard and get down a keep cup with a lid type of situation and make Jimmy a tea too like he loves tea, we have to]

Casey: [for me it’s how them both pretending that belly moment didn’t happen so dramatically only draws more attention to it and makes it linger in your heads, well done lads, keep busy doing your tasks because he really doesn’t wanna have to take her upstairs and let her see Jimothy just like curled up in a catatonic ball but there’s only so long you can put that off, so eventually gesturing like alright come on then]

Janis: [truly, no need to be the absolute drama about it but also I get it, because you are pregnant and we all know it, however hard we’re like let’s put that to one side right now; pausing with half these beverages in hand ‘should we take it in turns or what?’ like is it insensitive to roll up the pair of us like a team or is it just practical]

Casey: [the longest pause of his own because he doesn’t wanna say what he’s gonna ‘he might do it for you’ cos true but he doesn’t want her to have to do this remotely but making a move up the stairs so she knows he’ll be right there in the doorway, cos obvs couldn’t bring himself to even slightly close Jimothy’s door either, and not just leaving her to deal]

Janis: [we all know it’s true, doing a feelsy headbutt because our hands are full like it isn’t your fault that that’s the reality, you’re still helping ‘be my righthand, and when it registers you wanna help and not have a row, he’ll let you too’ because it has to be going in somewhere and somehow, if not everything; just make your way in so cautiously but we’re really fronting a lot more casual confidence than we feel because anything else isn’t helpful here ‘hey, I made you a cuppa’ sitting down gently on this bed beside him, taking a sip of your own loudly to get the point across like it’s tea time now]

Jimmy: [switching because, we all know not much is likely to happen but we also all know damn well he hears her even if the reaction is so tiny that you’d blink and miss it]

Janis: [touching his side softly but still making an attempt to roll him over so he’s on his back, picking up his pillows like you know what to do, prop yourself up here, fluffing them like you’re just getting him cosy and aren’t moving him like a puppet ‘can’t let mine go to waste just ‘cos I did earlier, be sacrilegious’ like don’t refuse just to be shady, babe, as we’re doing all this moving, resting your mug on his arms, hands, stomach, anywhere without fully making him hold it, so he can feel the familiar warmth of it]

Jimmy: [I’m not a doctor and they can honestly all fight me if they want but I’m gotta let him grip the handle of this mug very tentatively but nevertheless, because I can and I want to]

Janis: [we aren’t saying he’s dying of that broken heart syndrome thank you very much, he’s not going to actually perish here, we make our own rules about what can and can’t happen; ‘oi, that’s mine’ like you thief but we’re obviously letting him have a sip because duh and you drink it the same so it doesn’t matter in any sense, just buzzing about this ‘you’ll be gasping’ like it’s been ages boy, stroking his hand that’s got the handle and encouraging him to keep hold]

Jimmy: [doing the faintest little noise which seems like he’s got bants and is trying to do a pisstakey gasp like yes, yes I am, but is probably just a breath actually]

Janis: [‘so funny, you’ going with it being bants because it’s comfortable and familiar and we’re taking anything we can get]

Jimmy: [letting him do a little bit of a feelsy lean and it be that instead of just him falling because I have emotions]

Janis: [we all have emotions here ‘where have you been, eh?’ said like he’s been galavanting but we mean so much further beyond the state of you today and we all know it, leaning back without covering you in tea]

Jimmy: [doing a sigh that’s a bit more deliberately so, I can’t call it a happy sigh because none of us are rn, Jemily included, but you know what I mean, he’s glad this contact exists, however involuntarily and muscle memory-esque this is or isn’t]

Janis: [‘hard day or hard life, right’ sounds very like something you would say in bants usually but we’re being sincere genuinely here ‘I know’ just letting you rest on us with this lean now, meaning we can have your intended tea ourselves and make this more like we’re just having a cuppa together, this isn’t anything out of the blue]

Jimmy: [out here drawing the faintest ? of all time on her skin because it’s his signature move and we mean where have you been because she has not been here for however long it has been that he’s been in a ball in this bed]

Janis: [when you feel so bad for leaving like why did I think that was a good idea, fuck you brain but we’re not unloading all that guilt and sadness here and now ‘having a strop, you know me’ squeezing his shoulder gently like I’m sorry because we are]

Jimmy: [some of this tea spilling and him looking at her like he’s saying oi you did that]

Janis: [‘you saying you’re not in the mood for a scrap?’ like you’re being so sassy to ME, sir, but we are wiping this up ASAP thank you]

Jimmy: [just here chilling like this is any other casual cuppa and your brother isn’t lurking nearby, I’m fine]

Janis: [actually feel violently ill, thank you, ‘let’s be mates, yeah?’ in a don’t come for me way but we really wish it was more serious than it could be because we’ve missed him so much]

Jimmy: [I nearly just screamed when she said that, THANK YOU, my chest hurts and I v much wanna sob actually, Jimothy meanwhile just shutting his eyes, like squeezing them shut, because it’s so sad and none of us can deal]

Janis: [resisting the urge to pull them apart like NO because you know this is as far as you can get right now and you cannot push it, never mind lose control of your own emotions here, just taking the mugs and putting them on the bedside table ‘do you want me to stay or leave you to have a nap?’ quietly]

Jimmy: [doing the sign for stay the way he would have so many other times when they were teens and beyond but after SUCH a long pause she’d be forgiven for thinking he’d fallen asleep already because the effort of everything, even that]

Janis: [obviously we have waited because we’re hovering now, looking back to the door and to Casey like okay? Because you’re going to have to stay until he’s asleep now]

Casey: [this boy doing the same stay sign back to her from where he is and breaking my heart actually because of course she has to, moving as far away as to the threshold of his own bedroom doorway to stand in]

Janis: [signing thank you because for everything, this is truly so hard and I don’t know how any of you are navigating it]

Jimmy: [meanwhile this boy is giving her the softest and slightest touch like probs just with the finger he used to draw the ? on her before realistically and then looking at her mug like you should be drinking that hun, because of course he is, because love language and we all need to be taking care of each other, and I can’t deal]

Janis: [we must, even if we are struggling to actually swallow this at points because literally choked up, pulling his pillows back down and making sure he’s comfortable to nap]

Jimmy: [I’m sure you 100% will but then do the thing where you dramatically wake up at some point and look around for her to see if she’s stayed]

Janis: [at least you are still here ‘hey’ like this is, again, casual, getting him the energy drink so he can have a sip of that now ‘how was that?’]

Jimmy: [doing a lil face like ew what is that, SO GROSS, even though he knows and it’s not, because gotta have bants or we have nothing and he’s always taken the piss out of her for being such an athlete]

Janis: [‘get your strength up, lazy’ gentle teasing as if you’ve chosen to be in bed for a laugh because seeing it for the alternative is not helping you to get up any time soon, smiling at him ‘tell us when you need a piss, yeah, not having you ruin these sheets’ as if he does that all the time like such a #lad]

Jimmy: [giving her this drink back like it’s bants of you can keep that, mate, gently as hell but at least he’s moving]

Janis: [have a big gulp like mm delicious, like I’m behaving, you do too]

Jimmy: [taking a sip of water like okay fine]

Janis: [trying not to be the most happy about this but we so are ‘what about food?’ truly like yes or no, not with the pushy energy of you must because we can take this slowly]

Jimmy: [‘what about it?’ we don’t need to discuss how his voice sounds after not using it or how quiet he said that or how that’s almost a dad joke level of crap response because it’s words]

Janis: [rolling our eyes like oh you ‘would you like some, smartarse?’ 😏]

Jimmy: [‘what kind of question’s that?’ because always but it’s lowkey sad actually because his tone is giving eating at a time like this, couldn’t be me]

Janis: [‘it’ll make you feel more human, did me’ because it’s true, can’t thrive on starvation sis, even though we can hear your tone and that you’re not that keen on the idea]

Jimmy: [‘did it?’ not at all as salty and oh I’m glad you’re thriving as that looks written down, just a quiet, sad and genuine question]

Janis: [nods ‘a bit, yeah’ ‘cos we’re not trying to put across living our best life vibes but we’re definitely trying to put across let’s all be trying to function so we can keep going and put one foot in front of the other ‘let’s try it’ because again, what do we have to lose]

Jimmy: [his own nod coming automatic when hers does because he’s that bitch but then it’s like actually no because ‘don’t go’ heartbreakingly sad thank you so much me, again how many times has he blurted something like that out when they were teens, I can’t]

Janis: [just acting like he purely means to get food and there’s no possible other interpretation because we simply CANNOT ‘you want room service now too?’ like okay diva]

Jimmy: [doing his silent crying again, sure do wish I could have a sob rn, this boy lowkey not even really aware he do be and it’s horrible]

Janis: [‘oh Jimmy, please don’t’ wiping his eyes for him and hugging him back into a more seated position ‘come on, I’m not going anywhere’]

Jimmy: [holding onto some of her hair and some of her hair only during the hug moment and it’s giving when a baby does a little grabby hand and I’m not fine]

Janis: [allowing it, all bets are off ‘you left me, I want you back in my life if anything’ soz that’s how we feel, it sounds ruder there than the tone we’re using]

Jimmy: [just looking at her like !!!! but it’s probably only ! still though, it’s dramatic in comparison to how still he has been]

Janis: [looking back at you because we ultimately just want to talk and make you understand and understand what the fuck happened for you ‘we’re never going to be out of each other’s lives, fuck that, we didn’t come this far for that’]

Jimmy: [signing ‘where then?’ because where in each other lives and what is happening, still crying meanwhile I still cannot and it HURTS]

Janis: [Winnie says put Taylor on NOW bitch ‘we’ll work that out’ signed back]

Jimmy: [was still holding her hair but letting it go and absolutely killing me]

Janis: [‘it’s okay’ because it does not feel it but we must]

Jimmy: [‘it’s not’ hard same tbh babes]

Janis: [‘it will be’ weakly]

Jimmy: [doing the saddest and smallest shake of his head because it’s a no from him]

Janis: [‘you didn’t want to marry me’ not as accusing as that sounds just like acknowledging it as we should’ve at the time ‘or get married at all’ because not saying it was an us issue ‘so why did we?’]

Jimmy: [signing ILY after the longest pause of all time because he does and he always will even though they clearly aren’t in love the way they were there’s still love there that exists]

Janis: [ singing it back because exactly, there always will be and no one is out here denying that or should be ‘that doesn’t mean you had to do all this shit you didn’t want to, I didn’t want that’ the apology in our tone, like you didn’t force him but I understand how it feels that way from your POV]

Jimmy: [‘I wanted-’ because do you even know anymore sir what you actually for real want or do you only know what you were trying to do ‘it were me’ because you didn’t force him we all know that much and he wants you to know it]

Janis: [‘we wanted it to work, both of us’ because you both had good intentions but when it started to not work, neither of you was brave enough to say anything because it’s scary ‘but as long as we both want to be in each other’s lives still… that’s all I care about now’ like however shit and confusing this all is, at least we know that for sure]

Jimmy: [SUCH a sob that isn’t silent anymore because they really did want it to work, that’s literally all they wanted, soz lads]

Janis: [have a not so little cry about this please, it is all you can do now]

Jimmy: [at least he can actually properly hold her for this because always will comfort you even if he was in his catatonic era however long ago]

Janis: [y’all really just need to cry and hold each other and there is no need for Jemily to say any more about it]

Jimmy: [could be literal hours passing, but yeah, you gotta]

Janis: [again, sorry to you too Casey because you’re just out there, unsure what is going on but at least you can hear him crying which is progress, uncomfortable progress but nonetheless]

Jimmy: [just sharing this water between them, like they used to pass bottles and glasses and cigs and literally everything between them, when they are all cried out and probably both have massive headaches, it’s FINE]

Janis: [go get some pain killers for the pair of you so you can take a moment solo as well lads, just in this bathroom]

Jimmy: [she very much needs to take that moment and he very much needs to let her leave this room without freaking the fuck out about it even if it is for a moment]

Janis: [an important babystep and we see and appreciate it, bring these pills back for him, having taken your own, tell him that Bobby is over mcvickers because he’ll feel better knowing that he’s all good]

Jimmy: [when that would make him feel loads better, still dry swallowing these pills like an utter savage the way I used to do even though his throat would feel fucked from all the sobbing etc because the levels he doesn’t care about himself enough and that’s one of the big problems here, and also he would on the other hand feel bad that he has not considered Bobby or Libi remotely until now cos that’s just who he is]

Janis: [pushing the water back towards you like um hello, have some of that tah very much ‘they’re fine, they have the puppy distracting them’ because that would be fun, even though y’all are wildly speculating in reality too]

Jimmy: [sticking his tongue out and moving it about doing all those nurse kind of bants like it’s fine look I already swallowed them because y’all are who you and that kind of bants is ingrained ‘hang on, the what?’ because the levels the dog did not register remotely with him]

Janis: [squishing your face like put that tongue back or so help me ‘it’s an order’ like you heard me, doctor knows best vibes; shrugging ‘Casey got a rescue’ we were far more involved in that decision but not not true ‘be bringing it back soon’ like you can meet it and enjoy too]

Jimmy: [not at all having the energy to remotely pretend he isn’t flinching at the sound of his brother’s name because y’all haven’t remotely touched that topic and dropping the water he was taking a sip of, cos drs orders, v dramatically]

Janis: [at least you’re in bed so there’s no broken glass situation going on here, even if we’re rushing like there is at first because shook ‘well, nothing for it, you’re gonna have to go in Bob’s bed or down to the sofa now whilst I put fresh sheets on here’ glancing at him like what will it be but also seeing that you should really change out of whatever you were wearing]

Jimmy: [is he even listening to you, the answer is a hard no, just zoned out here thinking all those jc thoughts he can’t stop himself from thinking which are so much worse than the actual situation y’all are in]

Janis: [just strip this bed around him for the time being girl, nothing to see here]

Jimmy: [thanks, we hate this]

Janis: [‘we can’t pretend he doesn’t exist’ softer than the words are because sorry, we can’t]

Jimmy: [‘you can’t’ like a * with some salt on it which honestly isn’t a bad thing sir, there’s worse things to be than angry about this]

Janis: [‘you shouldn’t’ like he’s your brother, that’s your business]

Jimmy: [‘he shouldn’t have-’ no need to finish that sentence we all know you’re saying slept with my wife with it but can’t because it’s too much to verbalise and you’re CLEARLY about to throw up these pills you just took and the tiny amount of water you’ve consumed and trying not to]

Janis: [‘of course not!’ because not here asking for acceptance of what y’all did, but then you can see he’s not okay so you’re finding the bin or something similar to hold for him like alright, that’s enough for now then]

Jimmy: [allowing you the tiny scrap of dignity and decorum of saying you managed to not throw up in the end, boy, because that’s progress too in a way]

Janis: [finish dealing with this bed and get out some fresh PJs for him]

Jimmy: [actually put them on and help her with this bed a bit because I need it from you even if they are more autopilot actions than anything else it’s still an attempt to not just be a cabbage here]

Janis: [you’re trying so hard boy, hence we’re saying we’re going to go have a bath for a bit because we aren’t expecting you to freak out ‘come in if you need me’]

Jimmy: [‘or a piss’ like the bants of I remember what you said about not pissing the bed lol lol what am I like but also just actually because you probably do, I 100% know Casey would have carried you there at least once but who can say when that was]

Janis: [lightly pulling your hand in the direction of said bathroom like come on then ‘ruin my ambience’ like do it before I get in bants]

Jimmy: [allowing it because we all remember the going for a piss moment in the OG and if I can bring it in here even slightly then yes, I shall]

Janis: [walking you to this toilet so casually ‘don’t drop it this time’ like lol lol thank you but we’re like you got this boy]

Jimmy: [‘don’t take the badly needed piss, mate’ cos jokes always even if it’s quiet and soft and we’re just trying to get there cos it feels miles away]

Janis: [trying to make it bants by doing a little race, doing stupid walks to get there, anything to not just be pushing you from pillar to post about it]

Jimmy: [swinging her hand the way he always did when they walked like she was a tiny bub, it’s FINE]

Janis: [so not fine at all, the way you haven’t been like this for ages]

Jimmy: [Jimothy get in that bathroom and go piss gal or so help me]

Janis: [can be running your bath and keeping an eye, all nbd]

Jimmy: [sit because we all know you’re exhausted and will be doing the longest piss in the world]

Janis: [just laughing at you in the nicest possible way like omg]

Jimmy: [‘oi’ but looking at her with lowkey heart eyes because her laugh is adorable I’m soz but it is]

Janis: [‘I can’t help it’ when you are vaguely hysterical because emotions are running high]

Jimmy: [‘at least help me then’ like bants of redeem yourself if you’re gonna take the piss this hard but also actually help me up please]

Janis: [flicking some water at you after we’ve swirled our bubbles in like okay, I’m coming, not us looking at the colour of your piss like hmm, more liquids needed if you ask me ‘have another cuppa when I’m out’ and helping him up, like where are you going now then]

Jimmy: [just resting against the edge of this bathtub and looking into it like he’s never seen one before ever because big thinks and big emotions today]

Janis: [‘you want first dibs?’ like you can get in if you want]

Jimmy: [blurting out some old school JJ bath related memory like REMEMBER because desperately trying to cling to what you used to have is and has clearly been the vibe for a whole minute and old habits die hard sis]

Janis: [just smiling ‘cos yes we do remember, of course]

Jimmy: [having a nice and not at all heartbreaking trip down memory lane, thank you sir, please leave this bathroom and stop upsetting me]

Janis: [not at all gonna cry in this tub again, gently directing you back to the bedroom ‘gonna get cold otherwise’ like oi, cheek]

Jimmy: [go to your room, boy, you know what you did]

Janis: [sorry we can’t reminisce rn, we’re tucking you in so you know we aren’t fuming at you at least]

Jimmy: [saying ILY in words like any of our hearts can remotely handle that on this day, because he hasn’t and he would]

Janis: [saying it back because we do, sorry if it’s confusing, we’re not trying to be but we suck at this lol, go get in your bath slag]

Jimmy: [also saying he’s sorry before she goes which sounds like he’s sorry he loves you or soz that your bath could be going cold but we know what it’s for and that’s being a mentally ill flop]

Janis: [just shhing you like no no none of that ‘we’ll sort it’ oh girl]

Jimmy: [Jimothy you gotta let her leave and get in this bath or I can’t be held responsible for your actions because you just know he’s just soft as hell trying to pull her close to him and keep her here and we simply can’t]

Janis: [when the ‘I feel disgusting’ is not an excuse like we really do and we gotta go ‘I’ll be right back’ but now go for reals this time]

Jimmy: [RUN, y’all both need to take several seats and minutes here before you do something you may well regret, if that feels like a rejection well I’m sorry Jimothy but you damn well did leave her first, so there]

Janis: [hello confusion my old friend, just here like what was that]

Jimmy: [what a time to be alive]

Janis: [you’ll both be glad you didn’t do that eventually, I swear]

Jimmy: [there’s no going back and that’s all that was about, because he misses her and himself as they were and what they had when it undeniably was good but that isn’t enough and it doesn’t change the fact you aren’t there any more and y’all are here because focusing on the past instead of acknowledging and sorting your present has done you no favours]

Janis: [mhmm, hence we could not in good conscience do that, as that’s the whole point of why we aren’t working, despite it being easy because we miss you too, we shan’t and mustn’t and frankly could not]

Jimmy: [we all know how easy it would be and has been but however tempting it is or isn’t y’all can’t be giving in at this point]

Janis: [hence sorry but we’re gonna be here updating your brother, that is where we are, and progress was made there]

Janis: he’s going in and out of being here and not

Janis: but it was easier, getting him to do some basics than before, less fucking… zombie

Casey: [this reply being IMMEDIATE because the hyper alert he was on in case something went wrong or either of JJ needed him for literally anything]

Casey: I knew you could do it

Janis: it was hard

Janis: but somehow easier than I was scared of it being so, I dunno

Janis: sorry I couldn’t let you know before now

Casey: long as you’re both alright

Casey: as alright as it ain’t bollocks to chuck about anyway

Janis: feel like I’m taking the piss if I give you a blow by blow of every basic function achieved

Janis: not a mommy blogger yet but yeah, he’s as alright as makes sense

Casey: I’m as chuffed to bits as makes sense then, not like a daddy leaving comments on your new blog

Janis: pariah or hot commodity depending on if you’re as cute as your kid, like

Casey: no prizes to the first dickhead pointing out which you are

Janis: not a dad though, automatically 🥰 me

Casey: everybody loves you, how could they not

Janis: sounds a bit like the type of comment you’d put on my feed before slagging me off on mumsnet 🔍🤔

Casey: 🤏

Janis: wow, it was you all along 

Casey: not the top context I’d be after you saying them words in but

Janis: I missed you too

Janis: you’re alright, did you have more sandwiches

Casey: you’re alright, I went for more bread, all sorts

Janis: I’m glad you got out of here for a while

Janis: and buzzing about the bread, obviously 😁

Casey: I thought if he came out the room and saw me he might

Casey: I just thought it’d be a good idea

Janis: Agreed

Janis: I don’t know how it’s going to go when he’s fully here

Janis: but I’d rather he was angry, he should be

Casey: both know what to do with fuming, us

Janis: yeah, something like that

Casey: Is there owt else you wanna tell me happened

Janis: I’m trying to remember, it was hours of him asleep, it felt like

Janis: he’d forgotten about the dog, or never noticed in the first place

Casey: did you get any

Janis: nah

Janis: I know you didn’t either

Casey: if I’d had a glass to the wall and heard nowt but him snoring, could’ve done

Janis: there was crying too but still, wouldn’t describe it as exciting or how you’d wanna spend your

Janis: whatever day it is now

Casey: that I heard, kept my door open

Janis: it was weird

Janis: that he can too, like I’d forgotten

Casey: probably me who’s weird, sure they’ll let us know when I’m paying to piss about smacking stuff with a foam bat or whatever the fuck they do

Janis: sounds like a good day out

Janis: I’m proud of you, you know

Casey: it ain’t Total Wipeout but I’ll live

Janis: your birthday is coming up

Casey: gonna be a mad happy one, like

Janis: I know

Janis: it’s far enough away he might be telling us to fuck off by then and you’ll have your own place and can do exactly what you want

Casey: I’ll drink to that when it’s my place and rules

Janis: 🍻

Casey: Decent time as any to ask, where the fuck are you

Janis: oh, the bath

Janis: NOT drowning myself but it seemed like a decent way to have some time to think

Casey: some dickhead who definitely ain’t me would warn you thinking’s a top way to fancy drowning yourself

Casey: but ‘course you’re in the bath, should’ve guessed

Janis: you’re off the clock, boy

Janis: and thinking was a polite way of saying time away from him and it all 

Casey: must’ve knocked your head off the tiles getting in reckoning you’ve gotta speak polite about him to me, wanna watch that before you accidentally drown, be a pisstake now after all your protests and that

Janis: felt like a dickhead move to say I’m taking a break with bubbles when he’s still in there 

Janis: but, I am, so

Janis: maybe I should bounce my head against the wall, I dunno

Casey: I am a dickhead, first, and second, nah, you shouldn’t, your massive head’d only crack one and that’s something else I’d have to sort out doing tomorrow

Janis: you LOVE doing DIY for me though, don’t lie

Casey: depends on the diy you mean, if we’re being honest

Janis: okay, good one 😏

Casey: You haven’t said what drink you fancy on your break, I’m waiting here

Janis: my drink

Janis: if you remember

Casey: I remember one had booze in it and one never, which are you saying you want

Janis: oh, right

Janis: I’d forgotten

Casey: forget again if you like, I just dunno how to

Janis: if you had to tell him, you’d be tempted too

Casey: I can tell him if you need that

Janis: it’s going to kill any progress we’ve made

Casey: all the more reason I should instead of you, me and him ain’t made none

Janis: I’m the one that let you both

Janis: and I’ll be the one who won’t get rid of it, when that’s what’d be best for him

Casey: you dunno that it would, if it’s his that could help sort his head out, give him a reason

Janis: that’s a big fucking if, he already can’t hack what we did

Janis: this is why I shouldn’t be here

Casey: the kid’s got nowt to do with what we did if it’s not ours, he’s a twat but he’s not that twat

Janis: I haven’t even done a test yet, we could be worrying over nothing

Casey: only a drink’s order, girl, payment ain’t piss on a plastic stick

Janis: I don’t want one now, it’s alright

Casey: forget I offered, or made 2 in the first place

Janis: you’re going to make me spiral then have both, rude but fine

Casey: you said it, nothing to worry about

Janis: you know what I meant, I can’t plan what to do until I’ve done a test

Casey: I get it, yeah, you don’t want none of it to be happening no more

Janis: where did I say that

Casey: I’m not doing you a receipt

Janis: for fuck’s sake

Casey: you’ve been with him, that there’s your free pass for treating us like I’m brain dead an’ all

Janis: I don’t see how I was but there you go, I’ll be braindead too if it suits

Casey: long as you can still work out which taps which I can leave you to it

Janis: fuck you

Casey: you did and seeing as you and your husband are both that sorry about it, lets me off having to be

Janis: what are you talking about, seriously

Janis: what do you think you heard from your room

Casey: I didn’t hear anything, right in the dark where I’m meant to be ‘cause it’s between you and him

Janis: I haven’t stopped you talking to him

Janis: I’m stopping you telling him I’m pregnant if I’m not, because that would be pointless

Casey: I don’t wanna talk to him

Janis: Why are you being a dickhead to me for

Casey: me being here is what’s pointless, you don’t need my help

Janis: yes I do

Janis: I can’t do this again, on my own, it’ll go back to how it was, that’s not what I want or any of us need

Casey: I didn’t know what to do

Casey: how to just fucking wait

Janis: I tried to go and he freaked, I didn’t know what to do any more than you did

Casey: it was like being back to a kid, morning after, no clue what lucky dip bruises I were gonna get, or him

Casey: except worse, ‘cause you wasn’t hurting him, I dunno where to put that he loves you, you love him

Janis: I’ll always love him, if I had other exes that I’d been with as long, I’d probably always love them too

Janis: it don’t change the fact we’re not in love and shouldn’t be together

Janis: it’s not simple enough to put in a box and shut off, I’m sorry

Casey: I told myself you weren’t, that he didn’t love you no more but then I felt it from over in my fucking doorway, he does still

Janis: so, what, I have to get back with him now you feel bad

Casey: no, but I’m meant to go in there and say what, do what

Janis: all we can is the truth and he’ll still probably hate us

Janis: I don’t know what to tell you, I can’t take it back for you, if I could

Casey: don’t tell me you would if you could

Janis: I love you, I didn’t want that to ruin any chance you and him had, I wouldn’t choose to make everything worse with it

Janis: but it wasn’t a choice

Casey: You didn’t ruin owt, it was before, I don’t even know when

Casey: maybe Ian did it, turning us against each other how he always had to and we had sod all choice neither ‘cause we were only kids

Janis: that’s exactly what he did, amongst many other shit things

Janis: they don’t know, that you don’t like being like this, they don’t get it

Janis: they remember how big and scary Ian seemed when he was angry and they equate it to power, as if you’re in control of it and not the other way ‘round

Casey: we wasn’t ever brothers the way we should’ve been, any of us, there’s no changing that by having a cry and chat

Janis: if you could get your side across, you could at least be better mates

Janis: you’re all still here

Janis: no one says you have to be in each other’s pockets, you know I barely tolerate most of mine

Janis: but you could have them there, if you needed

Casey: they’ve got each other and I’ve got you, we both know those are what the sides’ll be

Janis: sounding so gutted is great for my ego but

Janis: won’t we get past that, eventually

Casey: I’m not gutted, but I am sorry I was a dickhead to you

Janis: you thought I was going to go back, I get why now

Janis: even if you’re a bigger dickhead for thinking that, I probably would as well if I were you so

Casey: I’m scared I’ve fucked this for you and can’t give you no better

Janis: Who am I that you think I want a fairytale, seriously

Janis: why did he think that too, what kind of horseshit vibes am I just giving off without my consent

Casey: it’s your fault for being so

Janis: I want you

Janis: and I’ll take you as you are right now, I’m not trying to make you my DIY project or be yours, okay

Casey: loving you and being loved by you is such a next level headfuck, do you know

Janis: well, am starting to worry

Janis: I’ll stop at the one family shall I

Casey: probably

Janis: say yes

Casey: stop at me and I’ll stop calling you a princess, how’s that

Janis: never say never, it might be appropriate, sometimes

Janis: you heard me though, it’s you

Casey: when you leave your shoes outside in the smoking area on a night out, is that what you mean 😏

Casey: I always hear you

Janis: yes, that’s exactly what I had in mind

Janis: and you would have to give me a piggyback home

Casey: I’d carry you properly, none of that girly bollocks

Janis: soon, yeah

Janis: when you have a new job in a new place, I can come and visit

Casey: new drink for a new job and place

Casey: and for who you are there, really

Janis: I’m sick of feeling old at 24, that’s fucking stupid

Janis: things are gonna get better

Casey: queen had the throne at 25, didn’t she, if you hate being treated like a princess that much

Janis: I didn’t say I hated how you have been treating me

Janis: but I dunno what else you reckon I want that you ain’t got to give

Casey: be nice if I had a job or a place to live, my own foam bat to smack dickheads with to save getting in trouble, maybe

Casey: only for starters

Janis: that’s stuff for you, be good to see you happy with all that but I’m not here - points off about it

Casey: what I mean is, you reckon you’re sick of feeling old, but it’s doing my head in living like a kid

Janis: I’m not going to regress so much I should be hanging out with Bobs and Libs, like, be a deffo sign of a mental breakdown

Janis: you that always called me old before

Janis: there’s 0 reason you can’t have that stuff you want

Casey: can we find the middle, be there in it and chuffed, both of us

Casey: that’s all I properly want

Janis: that sounds good to me too

Casey: and can I see you, empty handed as I am at the minute, like

Janis: let me come out and see you

Janis: I said he could come in if he needed anything, so, hold on

Casey: okay

Janis: are you downstairs

Casey: told you I went mad on the shopping, there was loads to get put away

Janis: rude of you to be well domestic and cute right now

Casey: goes with the fairytale bollocks any road, since I backed myself into that corner and sounding like that dickhead

Janis: SUCH a provider 🤤🤤

Casey: I only meant I’m scared I won’t make you happy, that’s all I’ve ever meant be any of it

Janis: [come down these stairs and stop taking the piss girl, you’ve had time to dry yourself and be in your towel]

Casey: [SHAMELESSLY checking her out as if he’s never seen her before rn]

Janis: [we are truly STARING in this moment because so intense ‘here I am’ like you can see me]

Casey: [pulling her closer and closer STARING at her the whole time until the EYE CONTACT is your faces almost touching you’re that close]

Janis: [sorry we’re dropping our towel, I don’t make the rules]

Casey: [pushing her back a step but in that saucy way like okay I gotta STARE at your entire body all over again now, hold on, which he is and then pulling her back in again, somehow even closer than before, as per]

Janis: [oh the confidence you have in all the ways to just be stood here like this right now, God bless, we’re here doing this deepest breaths right now, not even a flex just we simply must]

Casey: [meanwhile he’s catching a water droplet with his thumb that’s dripped from her hair or she just simply missed while drying and then lightly touching his thumb to his bottom lip but not doing anything feral like sucking said thumb or putting it in his mouth even just like - because likewise need to take a breath about the fact she is here like this and not with his brother or any of the other shit he was scared would come from JJ interacting]

Janis: [we’re watching you as closely as we are stood right now because despite the fact we’re naked we’re also acutely aware that we’re not alone anymore and we can’t be as feral as all that but we still wanna, despite all this emotional and life upheaval]

Casey: [‘Can I-?’ not even finishing the sentence nevermind letting her answer the question of if he’s allowed to kiss her rn or not before he just is, but really lightly actually as if she’s gonna wanna break away dramatically like NO]

Janis: [when you’re like yes kissing this softly is a good idea because we won’t be noisy but the restraint it is taking to not fully go for it is lowkey making you that frustrated you’re making those little noises under your breath already like UGH ‘I missed you’]

Casey: [his restraint slipping when she says that and he absolutely has to deepen the kiss in response for a sec because he missed her too that much and she needs to KNOW]

Janis: [allow yourselves for a moment, you have a lot you’re saying with this kiss right now and it’s important]

Casey: [I would like everybody to know and appreciate that the moment there was all it would have taken for him to put her up on one of the kitchen counters and then we’re back to lightly kissing again with slightly more pressure than the first attempt but barely]

Janis: [the heart eyes were doing for you from where we are now perched, shamelessly pulling you more into the kiss when we can’t deal]

Casey: [his hand back on her heart because always but when his restraint slips this time from her pulling him more into the kiss, said hand moving down to her nip and as shamelessly playing with it while the kiss continues]

Janis: [doing the softest moan into his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck where you’ve pulled him in, twirling the hair at the nape of his neck around your finger]

Casey: [doing his own soft moan into her mouth because always, doing the softest and littlest kisses everywhere on her neck including at the back and you know he’ll probs have to move her hair to do some of them so playing with that too, we do love to mirror]

Janis: [just figuring out all the ways you can touch him without it being overtly sexual, purely because you’ve missed this physical closeness, holding his hand that isn’t on your chest, pulling it through your hair with yours, then moving it down your neck, across your shoulders and chest, down to your stomach]

Casey: [remembering the epic shoulder bite exists when it’s touched and trying to fit his teeth back into it but so gently that his teeth are barely making any contact at all]

Janis: [‘fuck’ so quiet because we almost caught it but ultimately could not so it still got said, do your own mirroring on the bite on his adam’s apple because you’re allowed to be a little bit firmer and you have to]

Casey: [the GASP though when she does that, it would feel so loud in the quietness of this kitchen even though it truly isn’t and a shiver like he’s freezing to death again]

Janis: [the slightly startled look around we do like it was that loud, before realising there’s no way it was, just doing the kind of ‘holy shit’ smile at him because we are both so clearly here for this and each other right now]

Casey: [I like to think when he was startled by it he involuntarily held onto her stomach more cos where his hand was and cos I am evil, that hand just staying there as he breathes out when there’s no !! because it wasn’t that loud, returning the smile ‘I missed you’ since he didn’t technically say it back when she did feeling like it’s directed at her and baby Jac as a result here, soz not soz ladies]

Janis: [kiss him again so you aren’t doing the most and also you’ll be close enough you can talk without feeling like you’re being loud with it because it’s essentially all whispering ‘this has been the longest day’ no one is gonna disagree with that, absentmindedly stroking your own stomach here ‘I hope Chubby is okay’ like most importantly, that MVP]

Casey: [doing so many more little kisses everywhere because it has been the longest day but she has her entire body out here to kiss better and so he is, shamelessly has to stop and do the 🥺 face 100% fr and with no hint of a pisstake because REALLY wants that dog back ‘I’ll go get him tomorrow’ literally as soon as bibi will be awake lol]

Janis: [we’re mirroring it back purely because it’s so adorable and you’re killing us with it so it’s the only appropriate way to let you know ‘get him tomorrow, baby’ like yes, good idea]

Casey: [‘until then’ like it’s a full sentence and kissing her so softly but so intensely because gotta make sure you’re okay is the energy ‘you’ again like it’s a full sentence and sounding like the most indecent whisper turned into soft moan]

Janis: [‘knew I’d get replaced’ smiling against your mouth, as if you’re saying you’ll do until I am reunited with my fluffy child but we’re drawing a heart on the same spot on your throat because we’re okay and you’re a huge reason why]

Casey: [‘not yet’ with his thumb in her belly button again because we all remember when, not going as hard with it as he did in that alleyway obvs, but with soft intent, as if he’s saying she’ll be fully replaced by baby Jac, drawing a love heart around said belly button with one of his fingernails when she does hers]

Janis: [‘that’s mean’ 😠 but the tone because even the memory has us a type of way, never mind the teasing soft touch ‘we’re meant to be a team’]

Casey: [‘we are, baby, such a good team’ HIS tone because clearly also feeling a type of way over here, almost pulling her off this counter to bring her closer but holding her up like see I’ve got you]

Janis: [the shameless yet unavoidable way we’re leaving a trail on that counter and we know it 😳 yet unrepentant here ‘you better be calling me that’ like don’t you dare be talking to that actual baby right now] 

Casey: [‘or what, princess?’ in the sauciest way ever because duh, we also all know he’s wiping that counter with his whole arm and then licking it like an absolute feral bastard, so there’s that happening]

Janis: [biting the inside of our lip because when we draw blood it’s less obvious but we absolutely need to ‘or I won’t fuck you and I really need to so you wouldn’t be looking after me proper’]

Casey: [the frankly lavish attention he’s giving to the inside of her lip cos he see it and he want it, the apology she did not even ask for, love it for you both]

Janis: [always the time and place for a casual bit of blood tasting]

Casey: [out here doing this like you have forever]

Janis: [‘I fucking love you’ because we do but also because you will need to break this up soon]

Casey: [‘I love you too’ because he do and then he can really emphasis it with starting the hook up they both very much need]

Janis: [planting your hands down on the counter behind you like well fuck! Supporting yourself vaguely but trusting him to do the rest here, pushing your body out against him, moaning as quietly as you can]

Casey: [don’t worry hun he won’t let you fall off, tis not the time or the place, hilarious as it would be, just letting it be a thing that y’all moan the exact same time as each other there because it’s nice]

Janis: [smiling ‘cos is and moving a hand to playfully cover your mouth but not with real intent ‘cos we liked hearing it too much]

Casey: [biting the skin between her thumb and finger, you know where I mean that flappy old bit where they join, but gently]

Janis: [earning you another moan as we’re using said finger and thumb to tilt your chin so we can have the most EYE CONTACT possible right now, mouthing your name]

Casey: [not at all casual staring contest going on here lol, whispering her name really quietly so it’s a step up without being feral af]

Janis: [not at all casually moving faster here ‘you feel so-’ unable to finish that sentence]

Casey: [likewise going harder and doing more ‘fuck me’ like it’s an instruction first and foremost because she phrased it like she would and also just because dying in the like omg I can’t deal sense of the phrase]

Janis: [we obviously are, putting one foot on the floor and sliding down slightly so we can take this deeper and have more control over how hard we’re throwing it back ‘cum in me’ because ultimate goal here and you need to be told, obviously]

Casey: [nearly headbutting her off this counter with how frantically he had to kiss her to do the most extra sound of all time into her mouth instead of just out here in this kitchen when she said that, we all know what he’s like]

Janis: [‘shh shh’ like you aren’t doing the absolute most to get this reaction from him but then more or less suctioning your mouths together with the force of this makeout so the noise has nowhere to go but inside you]

Casey: [y’all are back to being feral but at least you genuinely are being as quiet as you can here and it’s not gonna take long before he follows that instruction of hers with how worked up you both are and how you’re both doing the most to make it happen as per usual]

Janis: [the way we are pushing you back how you did to us when we first came down, purely so you can watch us fucking your cum into ourself harder with our fingers, before pushing you down before you can be too damn loud and putting a leg on this kitchen counter so you can eat us out, putting those fingers well into our mouth so we are likewise too preoccupied to be straight up screaming]

Casey: [NOT what you’re meant to be eating off this kitchen counter and yet, here we are, and you know he’s too damn enthusiastic about all of this, everything he can possibly do with his hands and mouth, honestly how are you not straight up screaming gal, it’s all happening, booked and busy as Winnie would say]

Janis: [it is a miracle but your sheer determination to make each other cum rn is letting you power through without alerting everyone within a five mile radius clearly, so extra but also you’re just trying to stay sane so have at it]

Casey: [I’d like to alert everybody to the fact that not only is he going at this like they’ve got all night and until she’s blatantly cum several times but most importantly until he’s too turned on by it all not to hook up with her again, totally feral, on the kitchen floor where the JJ angst all began] 

Janis: [the healing moment we all need, so soz but it’s true, here exhausted and unable to function in a so much better way it cannot be overstated]

Casey: [soz not soz that it’s poetic and cinematic this tricksy bear does say] 

Janis: [it is and even though you do have to get up, we’re doing it slowly and keep pausing to touch you and hug and give little kisses because comfort ‘I’ll be back down sooner’ ‘cos we’re making this tea and will either have it with him if he’s awake or leave it there if he’s not to prove we did come back]

Casey: [it’s so important and necessary, all of it, especially the way he means the ‘okay’ with his whole heart knowing that she will be back and that it is okay she’s looking after Jimothy and can and it doesn’t mean he’s a flop failure for not being able to reach him the same way or that he has anything to be jealous or fuming about] 

Janis: [pressing our forehead to yours because the most feelsy gesture for you two that means all the things ‘okay’ back because everything feels that much better right now, have obviously made you a tea too if you want it, go pick up your towel from the floor where you left it like 😏 better get covered up]

Casey: [always returning that feelsy forehead gesture, giving her shoulder a squeeze as well, we know where, to be reassuring and saucy at the same time with all the eye contact too ofc, take your tea to the sofa cos I’ll let you go up to your room/go shower in a bit sir but not until she’s gone up and you know you can sneak without running into your brother as is the vibe rn, the downstairs is his domain atm and upstairs is jimothy’s]

Janis: [I do insist you go back in that bathroom and sort yourself back out/compose yourself a bit, we don’t need to be being that blatant ever, not helping you or Jimothy there, then go see if he wakes up when you bring this tea in, with some biscuits that he might eat without thinking about it]

Jimmy: [I’m allowing it, even if only on autopilot because your brother lovingly bought them for you sir, likewise insisting that he do wake up when he hears her because that feels right, doing the softest and quietest ‘hey’ how they all do in this fam]

Janis: [‘morning’ as quietly despite the fact it is not, slightly confusing but we’re being bants so yeah, hand him this biscuit barrel like it’s a honey pot for Winnie and put his tea on the side]

Jimmy: [having this lil tea and biscuit sesh as if everything is so chill and nbd]

Janis: [we are sitting on the bottom of this bed, part because everything is not but also because you can hold this tea for yourself and we wanna see it]

Jimmy: [proud of him for not still being fully in his heartbreaking catatonic state, thank you sir]

Janis: [we really are, hence this is a more comfortable silence than you would imagine because we’re not trying to force you to do any more than this right now, it isn’t necessary this second]

Jimmy: [it’s nice and is comforting and familiar in a way that doesn’t make me wanna throw myself off a bridge]

Janis: [we all know that this has to get bad before it gets better but neither of you wants to fuck each other up truly and you’ve got that common ground despite the rest]

Jimmy: [it’s literally day 1, we’ll let you be rn]

Janis: [there’s time for all the anger and logistics and the rest, because lord knows we do need to do a pregnancy test and tell you that bombshell]

Jimmy: [exactly that, there’s so much to come but you truly do have time, no need to rush anything whatsoever]

Janis: [hence we aren’t forcing any talk until we’re asking you if you want a shower or anything similar ‘I called your work’ like you don’t need to worry about any of that rn]

Jimmy: [when that CLEARLY makes him feel really bad that she had to do that instead of making him feel better, soz, but saying ‘tah’ anyway because that bitch]

Janis: [‘I didn’t tell them anything’ like I haven’t just spilled your tea to your employer I’m not that bitch ‘you’re just sick right now’ like you’ll have to be a bit more frank if you want extended time off but that gives you time to work out your story]

Jimmy: [‘it’s alright’ in a way that fully means I trust you and you did the right thing without me having to break my heart by having him say those things rn]

Janis: [‘it’ll have to be’ in a bants kind of tone but we’re shrugging because legitimately, it will have to do ‘I’m going in but Casey’s here at the minute’]

Jimmy: [‘they rang for him’ with a lil nod because y’all doing your runner and him getting sacked feels like a thousand years ago but it isn’t and they would’ve because he did not take his phone so yeah, know you’ve been sacked hun but that’s as far as we’re ready to get into that]

Janis: [nods back ‘he knows’ because don’t need to be told that the job is gone when you gave ‘em no notice and no explanation ‘you should take some time’ like can you not just go to work and not deal with any of this please, which sounds a bit hypocritical given you just said you’re going to work but we know you don’t work to escape from your problems as hardcore and are still going to be dealing with all of that]

Jimmy: [‘I know’ with the energy of I’ll actually try to because have to in the sense that he isn’t physically capable of going to work rn and we all know that but also that even if he was he can’t just carry on that way]

Janis: [‘Me too’ to the trying that we know you mean but did not actually say out loud, we’re all trying here ‘I hadn’t really realised we’d stopped but-’ stopping because you know]

Jimmy: [‘nor did I, but-’ because hard same, however hard that’s hitting him and he wishes it wasn’t and didn’t have to, it do be]

Janis: [automatically reaching out and squeezing his free hand ‘we’ll be okay, I swear’ we mean it even if we’re feeling more like those hopeless teens we always have been but were pretending we weren’t for a sec there ‘I know that’s easier for me to say but still’]

Jimmy: [as automatically squeezing her hand back because can’t not]

Janis: [smile at him, even if it is weak and slightly watery]

Jimmy: [just gesturing for her to come a bit nearer than the very very edge of this bed like it’s okay]

Janis: [do move closer]

Jimmy: [positioning himself so her head is on his shoulder like she is the one who needs comforting here because it’s an I’m sorry I left you without saying it]

Janis: [lowkey clutching at whatever top you are wearing because we’re very sad about all this but now it’s finally being acknowledged by you it’s even realler]

Jimmy: [stroking her hair because nothing is okay actually and we’re all very sad and very soz but it’s giving I’m here now in the I’m very much trying sense not the you must also come back to me sense]

Janis: [‘Jimmy’ saying your name despite the fact you don’t know what to say beyond that so you’re truly saying it because it’s the only thing you can ‘you’ll always be-’ can’t finish that for crying but you both know what, her first love]

Jimmy: [not me needing to go to moomin’s but about to SOB, I don’t even need to say he’s also saying her name for identical reasons and the way it HITS because he so rarely uses it even to this day because it’s a hard agree ‘you’ because you’ll always be too and I’m FINE]

Janis: [I’m not here ingesting my own snot, fuck you two, properly hugging him instead of just bunching his t-shirt in your fists ‘when you’re happy, I’ll be happy’]

Jimmy: [hugging her back obvs ‘no pressure, dickhead’ but from within said hug and the SOFTEST because of course it is]

Janis: [the smallest laugh through the tears because duh ‘yeah well, first or nowt’]

Jimmy: [‘you said it, new dog’ll help massively’ for the bants of you know how much I LOVE them, even though he did sneaky love Twix with his whole heart by the end and thus are doing a little 😏 @ you]

Janis: [‘exercise will’ ‘cos always pretending you were fat when you are nothing of the sort, so we can 😏 back at you]

Jimmy: [‘make a doctor of you yet’ cos what they always suggest for mental health and it’s like a step up from a nurse and you always have those nursing bants]

Janis: [just cross your fingers ‘got the manners for it’ because doctors are never not rude]

Jimmy: [‘there you go then’ like see, well done you’re basically halfway there already]

Janis: [‘never too late for med school’ because y’all are young and have your whole life ahead of yous for real, even if we will not be becoming a real doctor tah]

Jimmy: [‘I’ll not be calling in work for you’ like tell Grace about that career change yourself hun because imagine lol]

Janis: [‘she’s got as much chance with the doctors as she does the footballers’ like meh, she won’t mind, soz for the shade girl but it’s a classic]

Jimmy: [‘more for me’ like the bants of I’ll move on and score with a hot doctor but it sounds and is sadder than the pure bants would’ve been when it’s only ever a hypothetical]

Janis: [resting our head back on your shoulder from having lifted it to be looking at you as we were chatting there ‘exactly’]

Jimmy: [‘who don’t love bringing it home?’ meaning this fictional doctor’s work because such a mess and need to be saved, again as if it’s bants but there’s too much truth in it rn for it to actually be comic instead of tragic, at least you’re not catatonic again sir]

Janis: [making a noise as if you’re groaning at his shit bants like ugh but you’re just too sad to properly respond to it]

Jimmy: [just stay like this for a while in your feels and thinks cos both very big again]

Janis: [likewise because this is all so confusing and shit]

Jimmy: [could be hours or minutes passing like this truly]

Janis: [we’re not sure but whenever we have been here and in each other’s arms and in our own heads for however long, eventually and slowly untangling ourselves ‘heading to bed now’ quietly but we don’t wanna just go even if he’s potentially asleep ‘cos we’ve been on your shoulder for that long]

Jimmy: [‘as you’ve still got an early start’ like yes you have work and you do need to go to bed, however half asleep that response is because it’s important that he’s letting her go and not being like NO you must stay]

Janis: [‘too right slacker’ giving him a forehead kiss as we go]

Jimmy: [‘night, my dear’ the softest and sleepiest as she goes because that’s a phrase Casey hasn’t stolen from you and so must frankly]

Janis: [‘I-’ but not letting you finish even if you do linger before scurrying out]

Jimmy: [leave get out before I fully sob]

Janis: [come out and go to find Casey in his bed and crash, will deal in the AM]

[ptergwen]

idk if ur requests are open rn (if not please ignore this!!). so we all know the vlog peter made in civil war, well imagine him watching that over and maybe other vlogs he made with ned, the reader and mj while he thinks back to when everyone knew who he was and remembered him? idk thought this sounded sad

the value of a moment

w/c: 2,021

warnings: nwh spoilers, angst here and there

a/n: even though this tore me to pieces i loved writing it so much :,( thank you for such a wonderful idea i appreciate you sending it in <3 i hope y’all enjoy

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peter collapses on his bed and breathes out a long sigh, exhausted from unpacking. he just got settled in at his new apartment. there’s a draft that lets in the chilled winter air, and the flickering lights struggle to illuminate the tiny space. it was all he could find on such short notice.

the city that never sleeps seems so quiet these days. but, it’s louder than ever in peter’s head. there’s a nagging voice that’s constantly reminding him of how royally he screwed up.

peter had made the heroic decision to sacrifice himself quite literally to save the world. in turn, he lost everything; his aunt may, his best friends. he even lost you, the absolute love of his life.

although, it isn’t you who’s gone. it’s him.

a multiversal threat was upon earth. because peter had caused it, the only way to stop it was by erasing earth’s memories of him and therefore his identity. now, he has to start fresh.

he wonders how you’ve been since it happened. what you’ve been up to, if you’re taking care of yourself. peter is hanging on by a thread. he hopes you’re doing better than he is.

as he shuffles into the kitchen for a snack, an unopened moving box catches his eye. it’s still taped up, with fragile written across it in black sharpie. he must have forgotten about this one.

peter carefully rips the cardboard where it’s taped, a smile stretching across his lips when he sees what’s inside.

there are postcards he sent may from your school’s trip to europe, drawings mj did of him, ned’s lucky hat. what especially piques peter’s interest is an old camcorder he used to make vlogs on. he’d documented some of his most special memories with that thing.

he did it for moments like this, when he’s feeling lonely and needs reminding of the times he wasn’t.

peter grabs the recorder and brings it back to his bed. he takes a seat, beginning to search through its contents.

he plays a video of you and him.

“no, no, no! that’s not how you do it!” you giggle, skipping over to stand behind peter. he’s in front of your mirror and fiddling with the collar of his suit jacket. “hands off, pete. i got it,” you assure him.

peter does as you say, his features displaying a light blush and a grin. he aims the camera at the mirror so it shows you straightening his collar.

you chew on your lip in concentration, your arms winding around peter’s neck to reach the front. he zooms in on your hands working their magic, and zooms back out once you’re finished. you rest your chin on his shoulder and press your cheek to his.

“all done,” you beam proudly. “thanks, baby. what would i do without you?” peter smiles twice as big. you hug his waist, peter flipping the camera so both your faces are in frame. “god only knows,” you mumble to the camera.

peter gasps in mock offense. you peck his cheek, then head off to touch up your makeup.

“so, here we are at y/n’s. getting ready for homecoming,” peter explains to his camcorder. “it’s gonna be awesome! it’s actually my first one… unless you count last year.”

“we don’t talk about last year,” you sternly state. peter puts the camera on you while you apply lip gloss. “good call,” he affirms.

you cap your gloss and pucker your lips at him. he slowly lowers the camera down your body, revealing your entire look.

“my date, everybody. how pretty is she?” peter closes an eye, zooming in on you. “drop dead gorgeous,” he adds. you try to cover your face, so peter seizes your hand and squeezes it in his. “say hi, y/n/n!” he chuckles out. “to who?” you question. “i dunno, future us?” peter’s tone is soft, his fingers toying with yours. “our future children? grandchildren? great-grandchildren-“

“i’m gonna stop you right there, pete,” you interject with a breathy laugh. “or else this’ll never end, and we’re already running late.” peter’s eyes widen. “we are? crap!” he squeaks.

he flips the camera around again, to which you lightheartedly roll your eyes at. you gather both your things while peter wraps up.

“ok, um, we gotta go meet ned and mj. babe, do you have the tickets?” peter calls the last part to you. you wave your homecoming tickets in the air, peter grinning. “phew. we’ll talk to you later. bye, everyone!” he looks at you expectantly. “so long, suckers,” you salute the camera.

you thread your fingers through peter’s to lead him out of your room. he sets the camcorder down and ends the video, your intertwined hands in view as it cuts off.

with a sad smile, peter begins to rewind the video. he pauses it when he gets to you kissing his cheek.

he remembers that night vividly. how tightly you held onto him as you swayed to the music, the way your breath brushed his skin every time you whispered in his ear, your eyes sparkling whenever they would lock with his.

you two were so happy, so in love. nothing could touch you then. if you only knew what was to come.

peter continues to skim through his videos, before he dwells on that thought for too long. he chooses one with a thumbnail that makes him quirk a brow.

you’re versing ned in a game of dance dance revolution at your local arcade. mj cheers you on while peter records, capturing the rather epic battle.

“look at them go,” peter narrates. the camcorder is focused in on yours and ned’s feet as you hit the moves. “right, y/n! that’s a right!” mj shouts to you and points at the arrow on the screen. “come on, pick up the pace! leeds is catching up,” she coaches you. “i’m going as fast as i can, em,” you tell mj, out of breath.

“less talking, more dancing!” ned chastises, spinning around on the platform.

the two of you follow the routine on the screen with intensity. peter films you both from your side, where mj also watches. he briefly moves the camera onto mj so he can do a mock interview with her.

“the people wanna know, who are you rooting for?” he questions. “are you team y/n or team ned?” he zooms in. mj glances side to side before staring into the camera blankly. “um, team y/n. girl power… or something like that,” she replies in her usual monotone.

you and ned can be heard giggling in the background.

“what about you?” mj asks peter. he scoffs behind the camera. “team ned for sure,” he reveals. “really? not the mrs?” she offers a smirk, you jumping around behind her. “no way. you know what they say, bros before hoes,” peter confidently answers.

he realizes his mistake as soon as the words leave his mouth. mj squints at him.

“not that y/n is a…” peter turns the camera on himself, grimacing. “i’m just gonna edit that part out. back to the game!”

him and mj tune back in right when the game is over. you groan in defeat, patting ned on the back in congratulations.

“the scores are in, folks!” peter announces. “and it looks like…” you jog up to peter and sling an arm around him. “ned won,” you pant, skin glistening with sweat. peter keeps the camcorder on you two. “aw, did he? sorry, babe. you’ll get ‘em next time,” he winks into the camera. “good job up there, though!”

mj gives ned a celebratory fist bump. you shake your head at her, muttering, “traitor.”

“we’re about to go for round two. wish me luck!” you pat peter’s hip, ready to run off. peter catches your wrist gently between his fingers. “not so fast! you should hydrate first,” he chuckles.

he hands you his water bottle from your table. you wordlessly rip off the cap and chug down what’s remaining. peter whistles at this, impressed.

“ah. the cool, refreshing taste of water,” you wipe your lips, placing the empty bottle back on the table. “what a champ,” peter remarks. he follows you over to the game, guiding you by your back. “edward leeds, i’m ready for you!” you declare as you hop onto the platform. “not the full government name,” ned puts a hand over his heart.

“you’re still at this?” mj suddenly appears in front of peter, tapping his camera lens. he jumps and nearly drops the camcorder. “oh my god, when did you-“

the video ends just like that, present day peter snickering at his past self.

god, he misses you three so damn much. he misses ned’s silly antics, his banter with mj, everything about you. you made the perfect group.

peter has considered reintroducing himself to the three of you, but that would undermine him doing what he did in the first place. you deserve your chances to live a life free of the chaos that peter parker causes. so does he.

at least he has these tapes to reminisce on.

tears fill peter’s eyes when he skips to one video in particular. he plays it, and the tears immediately fall.

“is this thing on?” may speaks to the camcorder. although she’s barely visible in the darkness, the camera picks up her bright smile. “aha! here we go,” she murmurs, focusing the device.

“hey there. peter must’ve left you in my car by accident when i drove him to the airport,” may explains. “he wanted to bring you to europe. i think it’s for the best that he didn’t, though,” she lowers her voice to a whisper. “his stuff got blown up… long story.”

she twists around to peek into the backseat. her smile widens.

“anyway, i just picked him and y/n up. we got back to the apartment a little while ago, but…”

may films the two of you, fast asleep on each other in the backseat of her minivan. you’d arrived home from your infamous europe trip earlier.

your heads are bent together, each of you laying on the other. you’re sharing peter’s sweatshirt as a blanket. you have an arm draped over his stomach, and he has both arms secured around your shoulders.

“they’re out cold,” may laughs softly. “i can’t bring myself to wake them. just look how precious,” she coos, steadying the camcorder on yours and peter’s sleeping forms. “besides, they could use the rest. europe was eventful,” she understates. “well, that’s one way to describe it.”

she’s right. you two are drained, peter especially after his battle with beck.

there are deep bags under his eyes and cuts littering his entire body. you’d helped him bandage them to the best of your abilities. you dawn a few scratches of your own, which peter kissed each of.

“my boy,” may says to herself, reaching out and ruffling peter’s hair. he leans into her touch even in his unconscious state. “that mysterio did a number on you, huh?” she observes.

she fixes peter’s sweatshirt so it’s covering the two of you better, then turns back around in her seat.

“i figured i’d show this to them once they come to. they’re gonna be humiliated,” may grins wickedly. “ugh, i can’t wait. thanks for dropping by!”

may blows a kiss to the camera before shutting it off.

peter turns off the camera after the video ends, his teardrops covering the screen.

may never did have the chance to show you two. this was the first time he saw that.

he can’t believe how good he’d had it. if he thought life was tough then, it’s impossible now. what got him through it was all of you, only everyone he’s ever loved and who’s loved him is no more. you only exist in the camcorder gripped in his shaking hands.

peter holds the recorder to his chest. this is the last of what he has left not only of his people, but of himself, too.

sometimes, you’ll never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.

[elysianslove]

oh boy idk if you’ve ever talked about this before (i’m new to the blog, and you’re so very talented!!! you make my dumb horny heart just 🦋🦋) BUT what are your thoughts on which of the haikyuu boys are best/worst at being edged? like who’s begging and crying after 20 minutes and who’s able to hold out for hoouurrs before getting just a touch whiny. i. need to know. for science 🤲🏼

thank you so much!!! welcome to the blog my love 🥺 but omg. thoughts. so many. 

HAIKYUU BOYS THAT CAN HANDLE EDGING 

matsukawa issei; he’s purely holding out this long out of spite. as if he has something to prove, which he very much does. he’s barely bucking up into you, trying his best to hold his pants and his hisses from how borderline painful this is, but you can see how tense he is. his abs keep spasming, his biceps flexing as he fists the sheets. he keeps his legs spread for you though, lets you suck at his cock, fondle his balls, stroke at the base and squeeze at the tip with your much smaller hand. he lasts a good an hour and 10 minutes. honestly, genuinely impressive. he won’t let you get off easy though, good luck with that. 

oikawa tōru; originally, i’d think he’d be so bad at this, but honestly, oikawa’s orgasm control is so impressive? even when he’s fucking you, he’s lowkey edging himself because he always holds off until you cum. so letting you edge him isn’t too much of a problem. he definitely cries and begs like a bitch, but he lasts, oh he lasts. approximately 35 ish minutes. definitely cums without warning and without permission, and you can’t decide whether he did it on purpose to piss you off or because he genuinely couldn’t continue. it’s okay, just overstimulate him till he’s crying all over again. tōru’s a very pretty crier, after all <3

kita shinsuke; oh my god, the best boy. he’d last days if you asked him to. he’ll be quietly, as quietly as he can, panting and whining and groaning, silent tears streaming down his face every time you pull away from his cock. every time he bucks his hips up, it’s followed by a trail of “sorry, sorry, m’sorry,” that it’s just so adorable. has you cooing at him, soothingly rubbing at his thigh and murmuring that it’s okay, that he’s doing so good. he lasts around 45 minutes, but when he cums, he promises to do better next time, to last longer. anything for you <3 

sugawara kōshi; this fucking masochist. he likes it. he likes the pain. probably was the one to suggest it to you. he sits between your spread legs, back pressed to your chest with your hand stroking his dick from behind. you stroke at him until he’s so close and pull away, watching as his cock bobs desperately, and he moans for it. he’s so vocal about it, begging and pleading, but when you go to ask him if he wants to cum yet, he tells you, “no, no, i can— more, more.” he lasts 2 whole hours. it’s like, kind of scary. he does pass out after and actually scare, but he gets up a minute later with a cheeky smile like, “again?”

miya atsumu; like oikawa, he will cry and sob so fucking much, and he’ll make such a mess, but god, does he last. atsumu thrives off of praise, and having you tell him how good he’s doing for you, such a good boy, atsumu, all for me? has him drooling for it. both him, and his cock. he’ll get a little dumb halfway, almost just letting you use him, but he does whine a lot, crying and pleading for you to let him cum, but it’s all bark and no bite. it barely has anything to it. i firmly believe he’d be one of top, lasting around an hour and 30 minutes, just because atsumu gets so lost in everything, including giving up control. 

kuroo tetsurō; another one to last mainly out of spite. he wants to prove to you it’s not much, it’s not that bad, it’s easy work. you quickly make him eat his words by the third time you pull away, and it just dawns on him that he’s the one that put himself in this position in the first place. it’s no one’s fault but his own, and because he doesn’t wanna seem like a coward, backing out so quick, he lasts at least 30 minutes, and gets through it without begging, only spitting out curses and panting and groaning deeply. 

akaashi keiji; sweet boy keiji definitely lasts, all for you. he’s not too vocal either, just light curses to himself, muffled moans, broken, bitten down sobs. he genuinely does love to let you have your fun with him, because submitting to you is just so satisfying. and i can see akaashi loving edging so much because of how good the orgasm that eventually comes is. like the moment you give him permission to, he’s seeing stars, and it’s why he lasts as long as he does, why he tries to push for longer. he lasts a good 45 minutes, and he’s been trying to beat that record for a while now. don’t worry, he will. 

sakusa kiyoomi; is so fucked out, so far gone, to the point that you don’t even think he’s in control of his own body anymore. even if you told him to cum, he wouldn’t. he’s so deep in this headspace of being under your control it’s incredible. it’s mesmerizing. he looks so pretty, cock so red and wet and hard as ever, painfully so, against his pale skin, twitching and bobbing and begging for attention. he lasts 40 minutes. it’s the most gorgeous 40 minutes of both your lives. 

asahi azumane; so good! such a good boy!!! doesn’t last so long, but definitely tries his best for you. it’s some 20 or so minutes in that he cums, but he immediately starts chanting out apologies, begging for you to forgive him, to give him another chance. he continues to try until he can last so long, but it’s the fact that he’s willing to that has your heart soaring and your body heating up. 

HAIKYUU BOYS THAT CANNOT, WHATSOEVER, HANDLE EDGING

bokuto kōtarō; baby boy is crying 10 minutes in. he can’t handle it. if you tie him up, he’ll rip through them, flip you over, and fuck into you till he’s filling you up. he won’t even try. he watched a porn video where a person lasted an hour and thought, oh must be worth it, and asked you to try it on him. just. it’s just not for him. he prefers the pain of overstimulation over edging, forever. 

iwaizumi hajime; please he lasts like 2 minutes. he just hates it so much. on him, at least. he can edge you for hours, and he’d the most satisfied man on earth. but sit between his legs and tease him by sucking at his cock, only to pull away just as he’s about to cum? somebody clearly has a death wish <3 but do bring it up and ask to try it! he still won’t last lol. but make him last. watch him cry. make iwaizumi hajime cry. make him. it’s beautiful. 

kageyama tobio; mannnn kageyama can cum untouched, hands free, if you really tried. grind down against him for a minute and he’s cumming in his pants for you. he has no concept of orgasm control whatsoever, and if you tried it on him he’d just get angry at you??? like fine no sex for u tf. he lasts a good 5 minutes, so good for him or whatever. 

kozume kenma; he wants to last. he wants to. but you have him crying, sobbing, 20 minutes in, and he just unintentionally spills down your throat without warning. of course, you’d felt the twitch of his cock, but you’d wanted to see where his head was at exactly. after he came, he felt so humiliated, but he still forced eye contact with you and went, “do it again. i’ll last an hour this time.” like ok no problem for me :) 

ushijima wakatoshi; doesn’t realize he’s being edged, and when you pull away just as he’s about to cum he sits up and stares at you with a deadpan face like, “that was not very nice of you.” he just. finds it boring honestly. he doesn’t want to drag something out like that for so long. he indulges you, sure, but for like 3 minutes, before he’s like alright time to fuck you. 

hinata shōyō; hinata’s just way too overexcited. he really does put his mind to it, but i think he gets too in his head about it that he just ends up cumming right away. but it’s a ruined orgasm, cause you pull away just as he’s cumming, so it’s so not satisfying, but for some reason, hinata loved it? so yeah, lasts 0 seconds, but discovers new kink! 

HAIKYUU BOYS THAT CAN, BUT JUST DON’T WANT TO

suna rintarō; oh he most definitely can. you cannot convince me he wouldn’t be able to. as much as suna is lazy, he’s just as impatient, and he can barely handle how foreplay seems to drag on forever. he wants to be inside you, and he wants to be inside you now. it’s ridiculous. if he could though, he’d last a good hour probably. he just really doesn’t want to. 

daichi sawamura; could 100% do it if he really put his mind to it, but just. why? what’s the point of not orgasming? he just doesn’t get it </3 you can try to convince him by making him do it on you, but chances are he’s gonna realize how much he loves to do it to you only. daichi’s so possessive it’s crazy, and he gets this mischievous glint in his eye whenever he realizes how good something makes you feel, especially if it’s pain. he is a dangerous man. 

miya osamu; most definitely would be able to last hours, but again, he just doesn’t want to. it’s also not one of those situations where he prefers overstimulation either. like osamu’s plenty kinky, sure, but those two aren’t what cross his mind when you say, “let’s change things up a bit.” it’s not that he gets bored of it either. he just. doesn’t wanna do it. like he can spend time making you feel good, and vice versa, with way more different things. and he seems like a very in the moment guy, like choking you in the moment or making you squirt. yk :) 

satori tendō; oh tendō loves edging, just on you. he never really gives you a chance to ever try to with him, honestly. he just loves, loves, loves to edge you, but not because he wants to purposefully hurt you, but rather to praise you, to tell you how good you are for him, to make you feel so good when he finally lets you cum. if you were to edge him, he’d honestly probably last over two hours. like not even exaggerating, he probably would. but no, you’re more fun! 

[dorimena]

I seriously love Bakugou and Todoroki. Especially Bakugou in his tight winter costume in S5. And I love Dom reader and femdom more than a sub. Can I pleaseee request Todoroki or Bakugou where the reader is recording them playing with a vibrator or dildo but get overstimulated because they can't cum from the cock ring because it's their punishments since they forgot their anniversary so reader also forget to stop the toys even if they beg reader to stop in the camera.if you don't mind the request

I don’t mind~ May your sin be forgiven with this prayer (˘⌣˘人) This sounds really, really sexy, so I had a blast imagining and putting this into words.

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯; bakugou katsuki & todoroki shoto

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱; 2.1k

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰; fem!reader, sex toys (dildo, vibrators, cockring), overstimulation, cam sex (recording), exhibitionism, semi-public, dom!reader, sub!character

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰; balcony sex (?), threesome, whiny Bakugou, weeping Todoroki, punishment, orgasm denial, aged-up characters, Bakugou and Todoroki are both 20+

𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢; Unravel Me by Sabrina Claudio and Fuck Love by XXXTENTACION ft. Trippie Reid somehow helped me piece this together. Sorry if there are any typos! It’s not proofread.

𝕯𝖔𝖚𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝕿𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖇𝖑𝖊

“I-I-”

“W-we! We-”

You watch as both men struggle to speak, trying to ask for forgiveness, once again. It’s the fourth time this hour, the way Bakugou tries to open his mouth wide enough to not slur his words and Todoroki tries to correct Bakugou while keeping himself coherent.

It’s cute how the smartest guys in your life seem to fail miserably in having a decent human conversation

Well, you can’t blame them either, not with the way you keep toying around with the intensity of the vibrators taped to their dicks, cum drying on the toy enough to show anyone who looks up on the balcony that these two men, with such stature and muscles, are easily falling apart.

“Speak better, sweethearts. Can’t have you guys sounding so dumb on camera, right?”

Oh yeah, and you’re even recording them, in case anyone else would want to watch the rising proheros break.

You’re not actually going to show them to the public, but maybe to their friends. Maybe Kirishima would like to watch? Kaminari? Sero? Or maybe Iida? Midoriya?

Heck, the girls might even ask some day.

But you know what makes you curious about showing this video to their friends?

The way both Bakugou and Todoroki are presenting themselves beautifully, as if they’re pro porn stars saving the wanks rather than proheros saving the day.

It’s cute, how Bakugou’s puffing his muscular chest in the air as if they were the juiciest tits ever, which they are, and how Todoroki is somehow sensually humping the air with every buzz against his furious red tip.

Your eyes stay on the screen, making sure the lighting is entering nice enough to make it seem like they’re glowing, other than their post-orgasm glow.

How many times have they come by now?

“Babes, how many times have you cum?”

They both shake their heads.

Of course they wouldn’t know. They just take what they’re receiving. They’re making up for their mistake.

You still pout, tapping the touchable screen to even out the weird lighting as another cloud covers the sun, again.

Maybe giving their punishment out on the balcony wasn’t such a good idea.

As you look down to the floor below them, seeing the once growing puddle of cum slowly be pushed by the wind to trail off towards the side of the balcony, seeping through the small opening and probably dripping feets below is what keeps you positive, happy knowing people will eventually look up and wonder ‘what the fuck is going on?’

Well, either the drying cum gives away your dirty activities or it’s Todoroki’s wailing as an orgasm is ripped out of him forcibly.

Pity nothing comes from his tip, not since some time ago.

They both thought they deserve to cum and be satisfied?

Maybe you should’ve put the cock rings on them before making them come the first two times, but their reactions and frustration with how little some cum leaves or how their body reacts with the dry convulsions makes you giggle in pride.

Pretty babes.

“Todoroki, shut up. You’ll make the neighbors look over- oh! Oh, that’s what you want? I understand.”

And poor Todoroki is just shaking his head way too fast, enough to give him whiplash, but you just snicker as you reach over to a white box.

An unfamiliar white box.

Bakugou’s eyeing Todoroki in pity, wondering what the other will have to endure as he keeps trying to fight off his orgasm.

How he’s doing it, he has no clue. But god his dick hurts.

He’s been wanting to cum for the past 30 minutes, but with the way he resents this stupid cock ring, he’d rather not humilliate himself in front of you and figure out how else to please you.

Maybe he should offer to eat you out?

The way his body is super tense and his breathing is shallow doesn’t escape your attention, less how much pity is showing itself on his face as he shakes his face in disapproval with Todoroki’s recent dry orgasm.

Good thing you invested in this double dildo.

Neither of the boys take notice with how you’re lubing the dildo that looks like it’d belong to you. It’s quite pretty, long and thick enough to hopefully please your boys.

Even if they won’t get to cum.

“Bakugou,” you start, smiling as you watch his once bright eyes suddenly darken as shock takes over his face.

What the

“Fuck is that?!” He yells out, accidentally letting his body relax as it finally submits to the vibrations of the toy, his yell turning into an unbroken series of high-pitched moans, his hips losing control with how incredibly close he is.

“A double dildo, baby. Look! It even looks like if I’d be fucking you two, isn’t that fun?”

Bakugou shakes his head, gasping ‘no, no, no!’ before he falls forward, balancing himself with his palms as he sobs through his first dry orgasm. Maybe he shouldn’t have held back for so long, not with the way his body unforgivably goes through waves of pure unsatisfied pleasure.

Todoroki, meanwhile, is nodding eagerly, eyes welling up in happy tears at the idea of getting fucked, in getting more pleasure and love from you, even if this is meant to be punishment.

But, why are you exposing them like this?

They forgot your anniversary.

Your 3rd anniversary as a throuple, the anniversary Bakugou swallowed his bite and pride to confess to you how much he loves you and how he’s falling in love with Todoroki too; the anniversary Todoroki finally let loose the dam of emotions and even if a bit tipsy, agreed he too was falling in love with both you and Bakugou, how he hasn’t ever felt so understood, so loved, so safe.

So, yeah, how dare they forget?

But if they wanna be dumb, you’ll help with that.

It’s been a while now since you’ve turned off the vibrators and since you’ve prepped them well enough to take the dildo together.

The scene in front of you is gorgeous, ethereal, sublime.

You just want to ruin them like this everyday.

“Aagh! Ugh! F-fuck! Sl-slow do-own! Haaah~”

“S-sorry! ‘m s-sorry! Ca-an’t! Nnah…”

It’s cute watching them argue a bit, how Bakugou can’t take how fast Todoroki is fucking himself back on the dildo while also pushing the toy deeper into Bakugou. And Todoroki doesn’t actually look sorry, not with how his eyes keep crossing everytime he manages to get the toy to hit his sweet spot.

He’s trying so hard to win your forgiveness by putting up with this, but it’s kind of sad knowing you’re not going to stop anytime soon, or take off the cockrings.

Not like they know anyways.

Bakugou might’ve known, might’ve noticed, with the way he’s trying to keep this dragging as slow and steady as possible; with the way his precum is struggling to escape the confines the cockring gives; with how much his red and miserably hard dick keeps jumping with every push Todoroki’s ass gives him.

You’re lounging about, resisting the urge to get off to the scene in front of you, or else they’d start begging to let them please you as apologies, and knowing how sentimental this day is for you, you know you’d immediately give in.

But this is punishment for their forgetfulness.

So, as the cherry on top of this cum covered balcony sex sundae, you’ll also forget about them.

It lasted for a while as you got bored with how neither of them seemed to be reaching another orgasm.

If only the dildo had a vibration option.

But the vibrators still taped on their dicks will have to do.

So you turn them back on, and oh would you look at that! The cockrings could also vibrate.

The pleasure-filled scream coming from Bakugou and the cute, drawled whine of your name Todoroki lets out makes you feel grateful for thinking ahead, kinda.

Now both boys are writhing against each other, different ways to let out their desperations and dying need to properly cum manifesting in either rapid fucking on the dildo to simply submitting to the minstruations of the other party.

To put it in better, shorter words, Bakugou took the reigns in fucking the dildo in such rigor and strength that made Todoroki lay on his chest, ass still up as he simply took everything Bakugou kept pushing into him, mouth opened as hiccups and drool escaped. His eyes settle onto your form, watering as more tears gather on his waterline before dropping to the ground his face is resting on.

It feels so good, so, so good he can’t believe this is punishment. Even if he hasn’t been able to properly cum for some time now, he still thinks you’re being nice with them. Must be because of the anniversary that you sadly reminded them of.

He’s trying his best to push back on the dildo, wanting Bakugou to feel just as good as him, just as fucked as him.

And everytime the toy hits him just right, Todoroki sees stars, feels an all too familiar tingly sensation as he tries to grab his dick, but when you turn the vibrator up even more, his hands just lay on the ground, nails raking as he tries gripping on something, anything.

He really, really, really needs to cum. He wants to cum.

Keep being a good boy for you.

But all he gets is a choked sob of your name leaving his mouth as his eyes roll to the back of his head, eyebrows furrowed upwards as the strongest orgasm takes over his body, he’d be convinced there’s an earthquake happening. Small whimpers of how much it hurts leaves his mouth soon after, his dick twitching pathetically as it slowly becomes purple, barely a dribble of cum managing to escape.

Bakugou is in no good shape either, loudly moaning and crying out how good you’re fucking him, how he’s taking your cock, how good he is being, to please, please, please let him cum.

But actually cum, to let him contaminate the floor even more with his sperm, to let him taste it even, if that would make you happy and forgive him.

He’s close to wailing by now, hips going impossible faster as he forgets all about poor Todoroki riding out his high.

And the moment you turn on the vibrators intensity, he gets dizzy, breath getting stuck in his throat as his brain tries to process the spiraling of his warm, hot orgasm growing too much, burning him everywhere as if it were lava.

Small sparks sound on his fingertips as he howls and gets hurled into his own orgasm, back arching and head thrown back as his eyes roll to the back of his head.

He didn’t even notice the tears rolling down his cheeks, not with how his mind only cares about how good yet bad this orgasm feels.

Not even how loud his high-pitched wails of how good it feels, how much it hurts, is enough to alarm anyone near the radius of this defiling act.

Both boys are left shuddering or twitching through their intense dry orgasm, the way their bodies react with the built up cum in their dicks, with how hot and how wreckless they’re becoming with their quirks.

Still connected with the dildo, neither move, unless it’s some pathetic hump to help drag the orgasm a little more before they try to even remember what letter your name begins with.

Bakugou’s whimpering.

Todoroki’s crying silently.

Both blinking the haze out of their vision as they remember about the buzzing, about the relentless feeling on their really, really sensitive dicks.

Bakugou’s crying now.

Todoroki’s just busy mewling like a slut by now.

And when they both turn to look at you, they gasp so loudly one of them begins choking on air and the other with saliva.

Where’d you go?!

Come back!

And ‘come back’ and ‘forgive us’ is the only thing anyone could possibly hear for the next few hours as they fuck the dildo and let the vibrators do their job in milking more and more orgasms out of them.

If only they’d look closer, they would’ve seen a post-it note stuck on the tripod of the camera telling them you went to the kitchen and that they better come crawling.

Oh well, you’re enjoying the view anyways as you sip on some liquor of your liking, turning off the vibrators as you slowly walk to the balcony.

The sun’s beginning to set. You’re not that cruel in letting them fuck each other in the cold.

The bedroom is much better, and comfier.

Perfect for you to finish the job and let them finally, finally, get their deserving orgasms.

You’ll be sure to milk out

Every.

Single.

Drop.