#this was a good excuse to stare very hard at pictures of her so THANK YOU

[scoobysnakz]

loser miguel who starts to normalize his perverse thoughts because, if he’s thinking nice sweet things, surely they balance out?

he can imagine your plump ass bouncing on his cock as much as he wants, as long as he pictures himself cooking you a romantic meal right after, it’s fine.

loser miguel who can finally start accepting your hugs again. and thank god for that, he thought he was going to combust without your warm embrace. he had gotten so used to not getting them again, that his cock immediately stiffened the first time around, leaving him a blushing mess when you made another joke about his keys.

loser miguel who starts outwardly asking for any form of physical affection. he’s gone so long without any touch that living without your hugs leaves a burning deep inside him.

he shamelessly stands there after saying goodbye, arms outstretched, waiting for you to run over to him and press your smaller frame against him as you bury your head against his chest, forcing you to get dizzy from his cologne.

loser miguel who puts on a show of being embarrassed whenever someone says your his work wife, or simply more than the best friends everyone at the workplace has come to know you as.

they all know you’re a very touchy feely person, but you’re extra clingy with miguel, and he doesn’t mind a bit.

loser miguel who is over the moon when you want to repay him for walking you to your train the other night.

he has a few ideas in mind, you sprawled out on the sofa with his thick fingers burried in your leaky cunt while stares up at your perfect face with those soft, brown eyes of his. his cock sliding against your slick folds as you beg and whine for more doesn’t sound too bad either, if you aren’t down for him ravaging your clit.

loser miguel who has to make do with you buying him lunch one day because you insisted on something other than the ‘quality time’ he proposed. he was too busy forcing himself not to ogle at your face when he suggested it, to even notice the way your gaze softens at his kind offer, or the flicker of hope in your eyes when he smiles awkwardly at you.

loser miguel who’s too self conscious for his own good. he’s been told countless times how easy it would be for him to walk into any bar and have anyone come home with him.

there’s always plenty of girls who throw themselves at him, the waitresses who tell him when their shift ends, the delivery drivers who offer to settle for a different payment, the women he works with offering to stay behind with him to work on different projects. and maybe if he wasn’t so oblivious he would have said yes at some point, too fed up of his palm and whatever fucked up porn he can find to resist the rush of arousal that hits him whenever he sees a pair of tits.

but that was before he’d met you, it’s different. sophia vergara herself could get down on her knees for him and he would deny her. she doesn’t have your smile, your charisma, you cheery laugh, your perky ass, your soft, homely scent that lingers on everything you touch , no one does.

loser miguel who has to excuse himself from the project meeting because he can’t hide his erection, no matter how many times he changes position.

much to his dismay, the toilets are full and your hand placed lazily on his thigh as you idly fidget with his fingers has left him with an achingly hard cock. so he has to hobble down the, thankfully, barren hallways, cock so hard it hurts to walk.

he pulls himself into the lab, door locked firmly behind him as he pushes himself into the corner. hastily, his hands reach for his belt buckle, fingers fumbling with the urgency that shoots through his veins.

a low, shaky groan escapes him as he finally wraps him clammy palm around his cock, precum already spilling everywhere. he starts of with soft, gentle strokes, hoping that it’ll be enough to get him off but all he can think about is the way you leaned into him as the two of you walked into the conference room this morning.

his deep brown eyes scan the lab lazily until they land on your lab coat. in a moment of desperation, he grabs it and brings it up to his nose, cock instantly growing harder as your scent takes over his senses.

his hand moves faster now, more deliberate and hungry strokes that cause his hips to stutter and countless prayers of your name to fall from his lips.

“migs?” for a second he thinks he’s gone insane. he’s started hearing your voice, feeling your warmth, the sweetness of the air around you, when he knows damn well your in that meeting.

“migs, you okay?” you call out again, concern clear in your shaky tone, “the lab was locked but i couldn’t find you anywhere else.”

fuck

you’re in here. but he’s so close and if you keep standing in that exact position he can see your ass without you even knowing he’s there.

“there you are! i was so worried when you rushed out of that meeting,” you ramble, finally turning the corner, only to be met with the sight of miguel’s head rolled back and leaky cock on show with… is that your lab coat?

“fuck! i’m so sorry,” you yell, hands flying up to cover your reddened face.

“ay coño,” he husks, still pumping at his cock, too close to stop now.

you try to back away but those gentle, mahogany eyes you love so much are glowing a fierce red, drawing you in closer to miguel and his burning desire for you.

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[elssero]

being pro hero eraserheads full time babysitter.

when agreeing to take on eri full time he didn’t quite realise how often he would be forced to leave her alone- forcing him to drop her off with friends or call someone at all hours in the morning to pick her up.

the hours began to increase and he knew this situation wasn’t good for her- she shouldn’t be seeing a new face everynight.

he needed a babysitter. and off on the hunt he went.

it began after he took one look at your profile on some job app and decided you were the perfect fit, there was no picture on the photo- no age for him to go on.

your quirk was listened as a canceling quirk- having the ability to stop the use of a persons quirk by simply touching them.

it was incredibly strong- and perfect for the type of work you did.

you had specialised in teaching children with unstable quirks- often putting yourself in danger to be able to help those who needed it most.

you accepted the position immediately- it beginning as an on-call night job whenever he required.

you were beyond happy to help- it also helped that the hourly rate was nearly as much as you made in a day.

the first time you babysat you didn’t see him- walking into the house to find a man with blonde hair who you didn’t recognise-

after forcing him to prove to you his relationship with the family he quickly made his way out- face red and clearly impressed you had been so protective of eri already.

the nights you spent with eri were easy- it wasn’t until your third time babysitting you actually met eraserhead.

normally you would sleep in the quest room when you stayed over- leaving in the morning before heading to ur teaching job.

you found yourself never crossing paths with the man who seemed to go straight to bed after coming home in the early hours of the morning.

tonight however was different- he’d came home earlier than expected.

it was near 11pm when you heard the rattling of the door- immediately snapping you up from your place on the couch.

preparing for the worst you brace yourself when the door finally opens- only to reveal a very tired looking eraserhead.

he sounds surprised to see you- as if he’s not paying you an insane amount to be there.

the first meeting is awkward- he makes tired small talk before he sends you home early and thanks you for your hard work.

his mind is in shambles when you leave- yes mic had said you were pretty but holy shit.

your younger than him- maybe by a couple years. seeing your work history he had assumed you had been working with children for alot longer than he had.

you took his breath away. the way you were so ready to protect eri had his heart swelling and seeing you in comfortable clothes had his heart beating a little faster- he almost regrets sending you home.

he tells mic about it immediately in work the next day- his friend only laughs at his little crush on his babysitter. giving a quick “told you so.”

he makes an effort to get home earlier now- your asleep most of the time when he gets in, he begins going into the quest room to look at you check on you before he heads to bed.

you begin to realise that he has started doing handover with you- noticing how he struggles to keep eye contact with you, how the tips of his ears go a little red everytime you get closer to him.

you notice how his stare lingers a little too long on your thighs- how his eyes snap between your cleavage and the wall.

he can’t remember the last time he was intimate with someone- it’s been over a year at this point.

he tries to blame his current lack of a sex life for his infatuation with you, he excuses his teenage like crush on the fact it’s been awhile- he’s sure once he gets some this feeling in his chest when he sees you will go away.

it doesn’t though- he tries to sleep with someone! but he doesn’t get past awkward bar flirting before he’s heading home to you- the smell of alcohol on his breath.

he doesn’t know why he does it- why he invites you to have a drink with him- why he sits right next to you on the couch. it just feels right.

the feeling he’d been looking for all night suddenly explodes in his stomach when he sits next to you- attraction, intimacy, lust.

he can’t remember the last time he’s wanted someone this badly. he shouldn’t though- your eri’s babysitter and a perfect one at that.

you get increasingly drunk as the night goes on- drifting into conversation about your teaching jobs and his pro-hero life.

the atmosphere is intense- feelings sitting on the tip of his tongue as he looks at you- taking in the way your lips wrap around the beer bottle he’d handed you. god.

suddenly he’s inviting you to move in with him- it completely shocks you both as it leaves his lips. a moment of silence is created before he begins to stutter out his explanation.

your here almost everynight anyway? the spare room is basically yours- the drawers filled with your own belongings.

it would mean you’d see eri more- (and him)

it doesn’t take long to convince you in your drunken state- eyeing him suspiciously as he helps you put ur apartment up for sale- you’d probably regret this in the morning.

he celebrates you moving in with him with a kiss-

it doesn’t take you by surprise- your no idiot.

you’d seen the way the older man had looked at you the first night he met you- you’d noticed it straight away.

you had began wearing more revealing clothing around him weeks ago- putting on pretty sleepwear when you’d found out he had been watching you sleep.

he thinks he’s won here- he’s gotten you drunk and coerced you into moving in with him, you can’t back out now.

he doesn’t know that this had been your plan from the start- that your belongings in your home have been packed for days.

he’d played right into your trap- you had decided on the first night you met him you were going to have him- and now you finally did.

[eddiemunsons-missingnipple]

No man's land

♡ Pairings: Eddie munson x reader

♡ Summary: a little something for the people who suffer from insomnia or just have a hard time sleeping.

♡ Warnings: fluff, none. Just some language but nothing terrible. Eddie calls the reader baby. No use of y/n.

♡ Word count: 1.1k

♡ A/n: This has been sitting in my drafts for way too long. While this is just a fluff piece, I would still prefer if minors didn't interact with my work. Thank you. Please reblog, like, and comment to show support.

3:00 am.

It was late very late and another sleepless night for you. You tossed and turned for hours trying to find the right position to rest, but it was no use. You just couldn't sleep. There really isn't even a reason behind it.

You weren't stressed at the moment. You and Eddie are both in a good place. You wish you could put a reason as to why this happens, but there is none. Not one thing. This isn't something new for you, though. You just wanted some type of excuse this time.

You carefully got out of bed trying not to disturb your sleeping boyfriend next to you. You make your way to the living to watch some TV. Perhaps you'll fall asleep out here, but you know that's highly unlikely. You tip toe into the kitchen, slowly opening up the cabinet above the stove to make some tea.

Wrapping yourself up in a warm blanket with Eddie's Garfield mug in both hands, you flick through the channels until you land on your favorite show. You kept the lights off, not wanting to disturb him in any kind of way since he has to be up in soon for work. Believe it or not, Eddie was a light sleeper, and the slightest noise or light could wake him.

"Why'd ya leave me?" His rasped with a pout on his face.

Foot steps trudging down the hall tell you that you were not as quiet as you thought. You turn to look over blanket draped over your head. There, he was standing in the hallway rubbing his tired eyes. His hair sticking up every which way. The white boxers with red lips, you got him for Valentines Day as a joke, hang low on his waist. He's missing one sock on his foot. You snort when you see him. He looks lost like he doesn't know how he got there.

You always thought his sleepy voice was so cute. He hated it.

"Couldn't sleep again." You sheepishly told him, taking another sip of tea.

He moves to plop down beside you, kicking his feet up on the coffee table folding his arms over his chest. His eyes bloodshot from just waking up. The brightness from the TV screen making his eyes water.

"Whatcha watching?" He yawned.

You snuggle up close beside him, resting your head on his shoulder. "Grey's Anatomy."

Nodding his head, looking semi interested. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer to him.

"Eddie, you have to work in the morning." You whispered, looking up at him.

"It's okay if you can't sleep. I can't sleep." He squeezed you tight, kissing your forehead.

About an hour has passed since you and Eddie have been awake.

"What do you mean they found her lingerie pictures and showed them to everyone?" He argued, getting frustrated at the show.

"Dr. Model wow!, what a great insult...prick." He murmured, shaking his head.

"Yeah, she only did that to pay for school." You informed him getting a kick out of how upset he seems to be for lzzie.

Whatever sleep filled mind he had was gone now. He's wide awake, staring at the bright TV screen. His eyes are still bloodshot and puffy, but he's not tired. Not anymore. Too worked up and annoyed at what he's witnessing

His mouth drops in shock. "And this dickhead just walks around showing them to everyone?"

"Yep, pretty much." You take another sip of your tea, which is now too cold.

"Lemme get a taste." He motioned at the Garfield mug, eyes glued to the screen. He takes a big gulp, making a disgusted face at the now ice-cold chamomile tea.

He bought that tea specifically for you when he heard it helps with sleep. He always did little things like that for you. He'd buy you an entire life supply of chamomile tea if it meant you could finally rest.

He leaned forward elbows resting on his knees. He was still getting riled up at the plot that he didn't notice the alarm clock going off.

"It's time for work." You mentioned sadly.

"Oh, I'm calling out. I can't leave until I know what happens next." He says matter factly. He's too engrossed in the show now to stop watching. "And I can't leave you either."

The sunrise peaking in through your blinds, giving your living room a warm glow. "Wanna get breakfast?"

"Sure." You smiled sweetly at him.

"Then we can finish up this season and try to get some sleep, yeah?" He goes to stand, stretching his long limbs out.

"I hope so, but if I can't sleep, that doesn't mean you have to stay up too." You really don't want him to think just because you struggled with this that he has to as well. You've dealt with insomnia almost your whole life. You can handle losing just a day's worth of sleep. You hope it's just a day's worth.

"I don't think so. If my baby can't sleep, then I'm not sleeping."

"But." You tried arguing.

"No buts." He argued back, bending down to give you a quick kiss on the lips.

You shyly smile at him, wondering how you even found someone so caring. Sometimes, you truly believe you don't deserve him. You know that's not true, and he definitely knows that's not true. He's just so kind and thoughtful. You really didn't think there were people out there in the world like him. Eddie would constantly do things for you without even considering something in return. You're still not used to that but you're trying.

"Well, then we better get moving. We don't wanna miss anything." You go to stand next to him, stretching out your arms as well.

"I'm not putting clothes on. We can just go through the driver thru." He said, grabbing his keys. No shoes or anything. Just one bare foot padding along the carpet.

"Well, at least wrap yourself in this blanket, jeez." You roll your eyes playfully as you both head for the front door. You tossed him the blanket that was used as your own personal, safe haven. "You trying to get arrested?"

"Wouldn't be my first time." He joked, throwing the blanket around himself and heading out the door.

Eddie kept his promise to you that day. He did eventually doze off on the couch with you. It's not entirely his fault, though he made the mistake of laying his head in your lap after breakfast. Your hands scratch his back, and playing with his hair always made him relax. If there was ever a moment you wanted him to sleep, that was all you had to do, really. He'd instantly melt in your hands.

You stayed up, finishing off the rest of Greys Anatomy with Eddie softly snoring. You didn't sleep, and you weren't counting on it. Maybe you will tonight? Doesn't matter it comes in patterns for you. You know what to expect when this happens.

You're just happy you won't have to deal with it alone anymore. Whether you liked it or not. Eddie was going to be by your side helping you through it. No matter how much you argued that he shouldn't. He was stubborn, and once his mind was made up, that was it.

[alcoholfreenayeon]

Shy G!P Mina popping boners left and right when spending time with her members and being crazy embarrassed about it. One day Nayeon catches her trying to hide it and they have this long talk where Nayeon comforts her and just listens like the good unnie she is

However, when they are filming another live to wrap up their tour with ONCE, they talk a little too much about Momo on that pole, and Mina can’t stop her blood going south. So Nayeon, who sat beside Mina in the back row, starts touching her without ever taking her eyes off the camera. She gives the best hj ever and catches her release inside her palm

Bonus points if poor Tzuyu notices at some point

A/N: I’m so sorry for taking so so long to do this anon😭 there’s no excuse. I hope you like it though. Also there’s going to be a special announcement soon which I’m sure most of you will be *happy* (🌚) about so stay tuned for that.

Got the thrills

G!p Mina x Nayeon(?)

CW: G!p, smut, handjob

Mina was sitting lazily on the couch when Momo and Sana walked in, ready for their solo performances and suddenly Mina felt it really REALLY necessary to readjust her shirt and legs, closing her legs tight but it was not of much use, seeing her two very hot friends look so good made her feel something, made her blood rush and not to her heart. It was starting to annoy her now, recently this had been happening so frequently and she was getting tired of it. Squirming, she tried not to make a big deal out of it when suddenly Sana catches her completely off guard.

“Mina, let’s take some pictures!”, Sana asked, smiling.

“Huh!”, Mina felt completely taken aback by this, she hadn’t expected this at all. She shifted and shuffled a bit on couch like she was making space for them to sit.

Unfortunately that idea didn’t work as Sana giggled and pulled Mina up by her hands causing her to panic more as suddenly her boner was somewhat exposed…

But they were so focused on taking the photo that they didn’t really notice. She sat down quickly immediately, putting a cousin on her lap and breathing a sigh of relief.

That’s when she felt someone sit next to her, “is it really that embarrassing for you”, Nayeon bluntly asks.

“Eh! What!?”, Mina asks, immediately flustered pretending not to know what Nayeon is talking about.

Nayeon stares at her for a few seconds before holding her hand, “I’ve seen you struggling with this a lot lately but you don’t need to be so scared or shy.”

Mina looks away, completely embarrassed and stays quiet.

Nayeon squeezes her hand lightly, “hey, don’t be shy, it’s ok, sometimes you can’t help it I guess and sometimes you are a bit naughty”, Nayeon smirks and Mina goes even redder, “but it’s still ok, and you know you can talk to me anytime about anything.”

Mina stays quiet but moves closer to Nayeon, resting her head on her shoulder and hugs her. Nayeon smiles softly and returns her hug.

“Thank you, I’m really grateful to have you”, Mina says sincerely.

Nayeon smiles, “of course! And remember if you want to talk”, she suddenly smiles mischievously and winks, “or if you need a hand, I’m here for you.”, saying this she gets up and leaves while Mina sits, stunned and red faced.

“Ok is everyone here now?”, Jihyo asked as the livestream begins. The members state their presence and talk amongst themselves briefly and then began to talk about the tour. As they discussed with the chat their favorite moments, Momo’s pole dancing kept returning to the conversation and suddenly Mina kept getting too many flashbacks which now affected her more than she expected.

She tried to act nonchalant and put her hand down but it was of no use. She was rock hard. Her cock was almost poking out of her skirt and she was beginning to panic. That’s when she felt a hand on her thigh and she immediately looked over and saw that it was Nayeon’s hand. Mina was panicking hard now but when she saw how calm Nayeon seemed, she felt a little less nervous until Nayeon began to speak.

“Yes, it’s my first time here in this part”, her hands moved closer, brushing against her tip, “I didn’t expect it to be this big, yes I’m glad so many of you came to watch us”.

Mina felt her heart beat faster as Nayeon gently stroked her tip. She wasn’t even focusing on the conversation anymore, her entire focus was on Nayeon’s hand and her fear that they would be caught. Even though they both were sitting at the very back, her thoughts kept relaying the worst outcomes

“I do feel that in this tour we’ve gotten to know a different side of each other”, Nayeon continued to talk, suddenly squeezing Mina’s cock gently and begin to stroke the whole thing.

Mina nearly moaned out loud, her hands fly to cover her mouth. She couldn’t believe this was really happening. What if they got caught?! What would happen?! And why did everything Nayeon say seem so suggestive. But with each stroke, it seemed less plausible as Mina began to focus more on what would happen if they didn’t get caught.

Now, Mina was trying really hard not to breathe heavily while at the same time trying to look calm but it was getting more and more difficult to do it as she felt her release getting closer.

Nayeon was trying not to smirk as she jerked off Mina quicker and just as quickly Mina’s cock began to throb hard, signaling her approaching release. Unfortunately for her though, Nayeon tightened her grip on Mina’s cock and Mina could only hold her breath as she began to cum. Gasping softly, but thanks to the tight grip of Nayeon’s hand, she could only have it ooze out on her hand.

As Mina tried to slow her breathing down, it went to waste when she saw Tzuyu looking at her with a shocked and panicked expression. Mina froze, staring right back at her, her face flushing with absolute embarrassment, guilt and horror.

Nayeon by this point found a tissue and wiped her hand cleaned when she noticed Mina and Tzuyu looking at each other and suppressed a smile.

“Anyways this is all we have time for today once, we need to sleep soon because we have a long flight tomorrow. Goodbye!”, Jihyo said energetically and ended the stream.

Some members chatted to each other while the trio at the back was silent. As Mina contemplated what she should do, Sana turned to face her, tapping Mina’s knees playfully, “Mina, you are so naughty recently but you are also a bit obvious, I think all of us saw you. I can’t believe you would feel shy around any of us. You really seemed stressed now that I think about it. Thankfully you have 8 friends who’ll be happy to help you”.

Mina listened in shock to Sana when she realized everyone was looking at her and suddenly she realized what Sana had suggested and she slowly started to get hard again…..perhaps the others were right, maybe she should be using the others- ahem, ask them for help……..

[missterious-figure]

You might have seen me raiding your blog for all the harpy boy art earlier. XD

Seeing the baby versions of the boys was so cute!!! Now I'm just picturing y/n having to briefly care for a newly hatched harpy and cooing over them, only to have one or all of the boys flock to them and tease them about starting their own family. Those majestic bastards.

A small baby harpy had just recently been given into your care. He was a little peafowl chick named Sky. Right now, you were carrying him back from the medical wing after a check up. The whole reason you were caring for him was because his parents were both very sick.

He himself hadn't been sick, luckily, but he missed his parents. You glanced down at him worriedly. He was a little chocolate brown fluff of feathers with hazel and black stripes. His grey scaly arms and legs curled up in a fetal position as you cradled him. He looked up at you from your arms with blue eyes, big and round. Precious little gems gleaming at you.

But they were cloudy. He was sad. He was only a newly hatched chick and couldn't speak yet. However, he didn't have to tell you for you to know he was miserable. You sighed. You needed to head to the safari zone to get him to the hatchling care area. An area pesky guests couldn't bother him. But to get there, you had to pass the casino's gardens. The place was often filled with people. And seeing a baby harpy would instantly draw attention. But you had to go there anyway.

As soon as you stepped foot into the garden, your prediction was right. Many people began to crowd you, snap pictures of poor baby, and try to touch him. You desperately tried to shoo them away to no avail. One particularly stuck up woman pinched his little cheek rather hard, which made him cry. You finally snapped.

"Back off! Stop touching him!"

The crowd pulled away and the woman yanked her hand back. She look offended, as if you had just told her to kill herself or something. You pulled his head into the crook of your neck to hide his little face. It broke your heart to feel his small tears wet your skin. As you tried to comfort poor Sky, the woman regained her competence.

"Excuse me! How dare you yell at me!"

You didn't turn to her but you politely said back,

"Sorry, but the safety of the baby harpy is my top priority as a zookeeper."

The woman snorted,

"Where's your manager? I'm a high paying patron, I doubt he would be happy to hear that you lost a valuable customer."

You were about to answer her when three large shadows appeared behind the woman. Of course, it was Sun, Moon, and Eclipse. The lady whipped around to see them towering above her, glaring fiercely. Eclipse was first to speak.

"All staff have the right to tell guests off if it involves the safety or comfort of a harpy. Especially a baby harpy."

He was cold as he addressed her. Sun was next to chime in.

"Besides, this little one needs a nap! So leave the zookeeper be so they can do their job, okay?"

Sun sounded cheerful, but his sharp gaze said the opposite. Moon didn't speak and stood ominously next to his brothers. The woman was now as friendly and sweet as ever.

"I was just-"

"Going? Good idea."

The woman glanced back to you, then to the boys, before swiftly walking back the direction she came. All the brothers stared daggers into her back as they watched her leave. Eclipse turned and scowled down at the remaining crowd and it suddenly disappeared. Sky looks up from your neck and giggles at the three adult harpies. The three boys coo to him as they guided you the rest of the way to the safari zone. As the four of you walked, you sighed, relieved.

"Thanks guys."

"Any thing for you and our new little baby!"

Sun said teasingly.

"W-What? Our? Sun! This chick already has parents!"

"We know, but wouldn't it be fun to pretend?"

"At least, until we have our own together."

Moon chuckled.

You blush. These stupid bastards!

[keirawantstocry]

maybe expanding on the pacbo teacher au, they go on a date and tubbo goes back to pacs house, only to find fit there,

(open relationship)

(does this make sense)

everything makes sense always

Tubbo carefully adjusted the collar of his shirt. “I don't know, Sunny, this feels like too much.” 

The little girl stared at him with narrowed eyes. “It’s good,” she signed simply. 

From behind her, Molly laughed. “You look good! The blue makes your eyes pop.” 

Tubbo side eyed her while Sunny nodded enthusiastically. “He’s gonna think I’m trying too hard and make up an excuse to leave immediately to date some hot man who’s closer to his age.” 

Tommy huffed, not even looking up from the book in his hands. One of Sunny's picture books. Tubbo shook his head. 

“Are you reading a children's book right now?” 

“Yes,” Tommy said, still not looking up. “It's fascinating. Mr. Wiggles is about to venture out to find his long lost brother.” 

Tubbo glanced at Molly who looked amused. “What?” she said. “Mr. Wiggles is very important.” 

Tubbo rolled his eyes. “Can we focus on the date I have soon please?” 

As if hearing his words, the doorbell rang. 

Tubbo froze. “Shit!” 

Tommy jumped up, throwing the book. “I'll get it!” 

Before either Tubbo or Molly could stop him, he was running out of the room to open the front door. “Hello!” came his bellowing voice from the other room. 

A much quieter amused voice spoke back. “Well, hello.” 

Tubbo adjusted his shirt once more before following behind Tommy. Pac was standing one foot inside the house. His face lit up with a smile when he spotted Tubbo. 

“Oi!” he called out, sliding past Tommy to throw his arms around Tubbo. His grip was strong and Tubbo leaned into the hug while his head spun. 

“Hey.” 

Pac pulled back, his hands still firmly on Tubbo's shoulder as his eyes dipped down his body. “You look good,” he said in a low tone. “Really good.” 

Tubbo flushed. “Thank you.” 

There was a hand pulling on the back of Tubbo's jeans. He turned half around to see Sunny's little face peering up at him. 

Pac let out a gasp as he kneeled down to her level. “Well hello there.” 

Sunny waved at him, with a hesitant look on her face. “Do you like my dad?” she signed. 

Pac laughed and it sounded beautiful. “I do. Is that alright with you?” 

Sunny hesitated as tension grew in Tubbo's body. Finally they nodded. “Just be careful with him,” they signed. “He's sensitive.” 

“Hey!” Tubbo protested while Pac laughed again. 

“I will be very careful with him. I promise.” 

Sunny nodded sternly. “Good.” 

The date was… well to be honest it was amazing. Pac was fascinating and the conversation flowed so easily between them. Every moment not spent eating delicious and incredibly expensive food was spent laughing and gently poking at each other from across the table. 

He wasn't sure exactly how but one moment Tubbo knew he was saying he had to get home and the next he was agreeing to go home with Pac. Persuasive man, he thought blearily, half drunk. 

Pac's house was large. Tubbo knew it was going to be considering how many co-parents Pac had explained lived in the house and helped take care of Richarylson. There standing in the kitchen when they walked in was a white guy. 

Tubbo hesitated in the threshold of the kitchen and living room. “Hi?” 

“Hi,” the man said. 

He was big. Alarmingly muscled arms and a sizable chest. It was only not intimidating due to the soft smile on his face directed at Pac. “Hi. Did you guys have fun?” 

Pac smiled and slipped past Tubbo to kiss the man on the cheek. Tubbo's eyes nearly bulged out of his head. “So much,” Pac promised before turning back to Tubbo. “Tubbo, this is Fit. My boyfriend.” 

“Your… boyfriend…” Tubbo said slowly. What the hell. “I'm a bit confused to be honest.” 

Pac quirked his head to the side. “I'm poly. I'm sorry did I not mention that?” 

“You uh didn't.” Tubbo said. But to his surprise he was chill with it. “But I mean,” he said with a laugh. “I do live with my husband and his girlfriend so I can't say much can I?” 

Pac's boyfriend laughed loudly, voice echoing in the kitchen. “Oh, Pac was right, you are funny.” 

Tubbo flushed. “You told him about me?” 

Pac nodded earnestly. “Sim.” 

Tubbo opened his mouth before closing it. “Uh. I should probably get home.” 

Pac pouted. “Do you have to? We can watch a movie. Fit can make us some popcorn or a snack.” 

Tubbo hesitated. That did sound really nice. “Are you sure?” he asked. “I've used up a lot of your time already.” 

“Nonsense,” Pac insisted. “Stay. I want you too.” 

And who could say no to that face. Tubbo gave in. “Okay, movie and snacks with your boyfriend it is.” 

[botboots]

Hey! I'm probably SOOO late to transformers fanfics and one shots but I've come with this prompt,( I hope you like it enough to write it!) could you write Ratchet x injured reader, g/n or female. Injured shoulder, and maybe trying to hide it from him? Also in Tfp? If all this isnt too much to ask? Thank you for considering! Have a good day/ night

a/n: heehee this one was fun. the dialogue is kinda splotchy because theres a lot going on in my brain rn but!! hope you like it <3 also reader is cybertronian bc there are NOT enough cybertronian!reader fics out there and theyre very fun to write tbh. hope thats okay!!

ALSO! guidelines have been updated so before anyone submits a new req please read it! and please please request mirage/rotb fics oh my god im obsessed with it ROTB WAS SO GOOD </33

warnings: very minor injuries, pining <3 word count: 1059 (GN, cybertronian!reader) continued under the cut

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The purple and green swirl of the ground-bridge closed behind you as you followed your team back into base, the lingering energy buzzing under your plating.

Glancing at Bumblebee, a small twinge of pity struck you as he made his way over to the medical bay. The scout had taken a few nasty punches from Breakdown and clearly wasn’t feeling too hot; dents littering his armor.

“We showed ‘em, huh?” your focus was snatched when Bulkhead caught you off guard with his usual celebratory elbow-bump, sending you stumbling a little from the force. A sharp pain ran up your arm to your shoulder and you winced.

“Yea- totally.” sending the wrecker a strained smile, you gave him a half-hearted push back. He tilted his head, about to open his mouth to ask you something when Miko booked it over to the two of you, questions spilling out of her mouth at a mile a minute. All of them were something gore or violence related, asking Bulkhead if he got any pictures of some “hardcore massacre-ing”. The girl's interests were a little concerning, but endearing. Nonetheless, you took the opportunity to slink away and avoid any more attention. Angling your helm, your face scrunched up at the sight - and feeling - of the wound on your shoulder.

Too focused on the fight in front of you, a stray Vehicon had been able to sneak up behind you and catch you by surprise. Fortunately for you, Vehicons were mass trained for quantity over quality and didn’t have the best shots. The blast grazed your shoulder, tearing between some of your paneling to the barely exposed wires. It hurt like a bitch at first, but adrenaline buried it enough that it wouldn’t distract you - plus it was small enough that none of your team noticed. Now that you were back at base, though, the piercing sting prodded at your processor incessantly. You did want to go and see Ratchet about it - always finding some kind of excuse to be around the mech - but he was dealing with Bumblebee right now, and you didn’t want to add to his plate. Not like it was anything life-threatening, anyway. You could just try and patch it up yourself - you’ve spent enough time with Ratchet to pick up a few things yourself.

You stole a glance at said medic, who you only just noticed was looking right at you. Immediately you realized from the questioning look on his face, raised brow and all, he had probably caught both your reaction to Bulkhead bumping into you and the grimace you had made at your shoulder. Optimistic, you shook your head at him, giving the mech a meager thumbs-up and a “I'm-actually-totally-fine” smile. He gave you a hard stare, and your spark sank when he motioned you over with a flick of his digits. You begrudgingly made your way over to the medical bay. As you neared, Ratchet had already cleared Bumblebee and was shooing him out. The scout passed you, and your attention was focused on Ratchet waiting with a cocked helm and his ever-present RBF. Standing awkwardly under his gaze, almost scrutinizing, you huffed. Without a word, the red and white medic picked up his scanner, turning it on with a loud click and running the green laser over your frame.

“Really, doc - I’m fine. It’s nothing.” you tried, and failed, as he kept the device lingering at your shoulder. With a deadpan look covering his faceplate, he put the scanner down and placed his servos over your shoulder plating. You grit your denta to keep a pained hiss from leaving you, wincing when he felt around the frayed wiring.

“Nothing, huh?” you pouted at his scoff, his metal brows knitted together as he examined the shot that had barely missed doing any serious damage. “Sit.” he ordered, gesturing to the medical berth while he moved to grab some tools from a nearby counter. Embarrassment was settling in your chassis, but you did as you were told.

It technically didn’t take long to patch you up, but the old mech made it seem like eons to you with the way he was muttering about “some of the team having egos too big for their own good.” It only made the burn of embarrassment grow, and you ducked your head when he gave you a pointed look. Ratchet was nothing if not thorough in ensuring you knew when he disapproved of something.

Soon enough he finished up, giving the patched wound a once-over.

“Anything else you’re not telling me?” he questioned, the familiar lilt of sarcasm back in his tone. That at least steadied your nerves a little.

“No, sir.” you mocked, raising one of your servos in a half-assed salute.

He scowled, crossing his arms, “I’ll have Optimus enforce mandatory health checks every time you come back to base.”

Frantically shaking your helm, you raised both servos defensively, “Okay, okay!” you sputtered, “Won’t happen again.” His optics narrowed, giving you a hard stare, and you released a heavy sigh. “Promise.”

Ratchet debated it for a moment, still having half a mind to just assign the checks anyway, but as you kept your optics trained on his, the mech’s will buckled and he huffed a quick, “Good.”

You both were staring at each other for just a moment too long before Ratchet gave a quick cough. “Come back if the pain flares up again.” he waved you off as he made his way back to his usual spot at the terminal. You blinked, watching him walk off with a slightly heated face. Awkward. Hopping off the medical berth, you were careful not to irritate your shoulder and mess it up more than it already was. As you walked past Bumblebee he whirred to grab your attention. You paused, turning your head to him with a raised metal brow.

The scout chirped at you teasingly from where he sat, nodding his head way too obviously towards you and then Ratchet, who was already burying himself back in his work. Your optics widened, immediately narrowing into an offended glare as you jabbed a digit towards him.

“Don't. Even.” you grumbled, folding your arms and walking briskly away from Bumblebee’s poorly stifled, chittering laugh that echoed behind you. Your previous pity for the mech quickly dissipated as your faceplate burned. Primus.

[starlightsearches]

Hysteria was so good omfg….. so good in fact it could be a lil series 👀 Would you consider doing a part 2 please? If not, that’s okay!! :)

Hysteria pt. 2

Part 1 Here

Thank you so much, my love!! I really hoped that this would just be a two-parter, but what i have here has already taken me AGES and i wanted to give the final smut all the attention it deserved. let me know what you think pwease!!

Eddie Munson x Femme Cheerleader! Reader

Requests are always open! Comments and reblogs make my day 💖

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, RC is not a nice person, Eddie is also not nice but RC probably deserves it, infidelity, a very bad relationship between RC and her boyfriend, lots of mentions of fucking but no sex in this part, some delicious fucking ANGST!!!!, threats of violence and drama, bad bitches having a hard time talking about their feelings, you'll probably want to read the other part first but i'm not a cop.

You should not be staring at Eddie Munson. Especially not in the middle of the cafeteria. 

But you can't take your eyes off of him. Not because of the way his frizzy hair catches the light like a halo, or how he's smiling wide enough that you can see his dimples from the other side of the room, torso stretched long over the edge of the table. It's not because you know how the little hollow spaces around his mouth feel against your skin.

It's what he's got caught between his fingers that has you tripping over your feet to get to him.

A shiny white polaroid picture.

Somebody was talking to you—one of the girls from the squad blabbing in your ear about fuck all as you step into the crowded lunch room. You don't even mumble out an excuse, pushing past the bodies in your way, ignoring the glares that follow you all the way to the freak table.

"Give me that."

Eddie's passed the photo to one of his friends, and that's who you snatch it from. He's a freshman, clearly, with a mop of curly brown hair covered in a dorky looking baseball cap. He lets out a soft cry of protest; you silence him with a look.

But you're not in the photo. Nobody is in the photo. 

You were expecting something explicit—expected to see your own fucked-out body spread on his sheets, his rings glinting where they laid against your cheek and his spit smeared across the insides of your thighs. You expected a picture that would have you dripping through the cotton panties you were wearing. You were expecting some kind of thrill to know that Eddie had been looking at it where anybody could see it. 

So the reality is a little jarring. 

It's a polaroid of a fucking dog.

Not even a cute dog—a little mutt, laying on its belly in the dry grass, washed out in the bright sun. A waste of fucking film, if you didn’t know what it was really for. 

Your mouth presses into a tight line, lips pinched between your teeth, and you keep your gaze down, unsure what will happen if you look Eddie in the eyes when you’re feeling so insane. 

Now is not the time to laugh so hard you’d snort, or rip his throat out with your teeth for getting under your skin. Now is not the time to fall all over him like you’ve been fucking craving. 

None of the boys at the table are brave enough to make a sound when you look up—not even Eddie, although he wears quite the grin.

It takes more than one deep breath before you feel safe enough to speak.

"Cute, Munson,” you deflect, popping a hip as you flip the photo back in his direction, “I didn't know you had a girlfriend."

"Don't worry, princess,” he smiles, cocky as all hell, “we're not exclusive."

Somebody laughs. It’s a high-pitched, nervous little giggle that sticks out amid all the heavy silence of listening ears. Eddie leans back in his seat, hands cupped behind his head the same way he had the night you went to his trailer. Echoes of the same shivers he’d pulled from you brush across your skin. 

You want to say something biting. You open your mouth, ready for it, and nothing comes out. Eddie's shirt has ridden up a little, a thin sliver of pale skin revealed beneath his black t-shirt. Maybe even the edge of a tattoo.

Fuck.

He sees where you're staring. He could call attention to it, if he wanted—people at the nearby tables are all waiting to watch shit go down—but Eddie doesn't say anything. His cheeks grow a little pinker.

"What's going on, baby?"

Double fuck.

Connor’s here. You feel his thick arm squeezing possessively around your waist, tightening like a snake sizing up its meal. Your whole body goes still. 

“Hey, babe.”

Your boyfriend smiles in a way he probably thinks is charming, and one meaty finger steers your head in his direction. You're given no warning before his tongue is in your mouth, cracked lips brushing clumsily over yours.

Fuck. Fuck. A millions times fuck.

You slip your hands behind his head, out of view. You don't want anybody to notice the way your fingers curl into fists, nails digging against your palms as you count down the seconds until he stops touching you—pretending to kiss him back and pretending to like it even as your throat and stomach burn. 

Eddie’s noticed. You can tell the second you look at him, his brows divoted towards each other, gaze twitching between your tightly-balled fists and Connor’s sneer. 

“What’re you doing talking to these pricks, babe?” Connor asks you, totally ignoring Eddie and his friends. You shouldn’t roll your eyes at him—shouldn’t make it obvious that you’re growing a little tired of the prom king attitude—so you freeze your expression like plasticine, and keep all the hate on the inside. 

You hand him the polaroid between your fingers, put on a bitchy exterior that doesn’t look much different from your normal exterior. 

“Eddie was just showing us all his new girlfriend.”

Connor squints at the photo, huffing a dumb little laugh from between his lips. You’ve set him up for about a thousand good punchlines. Of course he goes for the most obvious. 

“Finally found a bitch who’s willing to fuck you?” Connor asks, tossing the picture at Eddie.

It smacks against his chest before falling pathetically to the floor; Eddie doesn’t move an inch, eyes on the ceiling, jaw tight. But everybody hears him when he mutters, “not the only bitch.” 

Then his gaze slides to you.

Oh. fucking. shitting. bitchfuck. The surrounding tables go silent, and then burst into activity, filling the room with little murmurs. You watch the stunned looks change, realization blinking on expressions like a string of Christmas lights, feeling every pair of eyes crawling over your skin.

Connor’s breath is hot and heavy in your ear, and he explodes in a rush of movement, gripping the collar of Eddie’s jacket in both meaty fists.

“The fuck did you just say?”

“Connor! Jesus.”

He shrugs you off where you grab at him, his elbow hitting hard enough in your chest that you fall back a few steps. You rub at the spot with your palm, forced to watch like everybody else.

And even though Connor’s got him in a grip tough enough to keep his feet off the ground, it takes Eddie a generous second to rip his eyes from you. 

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you, freak,” Connor spits right in his face, “or what kind of shit you’ve been smoking, but you better watch it. ‘Cause there’s no way a girl like mine would ever want a greasy little prick like you within a mile of her.” 

And Eddie could ruin everything for you in this one shining second. You can almost see it—the smirk of his lips as he tells Connor, tells everyone, about how he made you fucking scream for him, how you begged on hands and knees for the freak of Hawkins to fuck you, and how he refused.

But he doesn't. And, to his credit, Eddie's hardly phased by Connor’s random outburst. He keeps his face neutral, raising his hands in surrender.

“Hey man, listen—I didn’t mean anything by it,” Eddie tells him, and it’s only a little bitchy, “promise.”  

The cafeteria wouldn’t be quieter if it were empty, all eyes on the freak table and your boyfriend and the guy you can’t stop thinking about fucking. 

After a tense second, Connor’s grip loosens on Eddie’s jacket. Maybe he believes what Eddie told him. Or maybe he’s just remembered that if he got suspended again, coach would bench him for the rest of the season. 

“Stay away from her, got it?”—he steps away with a final threat—“or I’ll bash your fucking head in.” 

Connor yanks you away with a hand at your bicep, and your fingers are numb when they curve around his jacket sleeve. It’s like he hardly feels you there, all deep, heavy breaths and poisonous stares back over his shoulder. You want to look back, too. But you know better.

“I’m gonna kill that fucking freak, swear to god,” he tells you.

And he means it. 

You skip fifth period. 

Nobody even looks your way when you push past the clanky metal doors into the pale sunshine, probably passively assuming you’re on your way to hotbox in the parking lot or make out under the bleachers—which, to be fair, you’d done before. But you don’t stop walking when you reach any of your usual hiding spots, past the goal post at the far end of the football field and into the damp leaves beyond the tree line.

It’s quiet out here. Which only makes more room for your racing thoughts, rattling through the leaves and dead brush that soften your footsteps to an almost silence.

But you're not sure where you're headed. Guys talked about it all the time—the picnic table in the middle of the woods where Eddie did business—but none of them ever brought their girlfriends with them.

You thought it was because Eddie was a creep, that Connor was protecting you from his dealer’s lewd comments and stares when he left you alone in his Jeep every time he went to go buy. 

But the way he looked back in the cafeteria, how easy it was for him to grab at Eddie and how unphased Eddie had been by it all . . .

Maybe your safety wasn't even on Connor's radar.

Luckily, the journey to the table is a straight shot through the woods. One second there's nothing but green leaves and branches in every direction, and the next you're stepping on beer cans and candy bar wrappers at the edge of a clearing.

It's about as underwhelming as you pictured it. A dinky old picnic table in a sea of flattened, molding leaves. Piles of them lift beneath your shoes, releasing the smell of damp earth into the air with each step.

Might as well sit while you wait.

The slats dig into your ass, not that that matters. You'll sit here all night if you have to. You can peel the splinters from your cheeks later.

Your fingers run along the scratches on the table's surface, names in hearts and gossip from two, three years ago, maybe more—all overlapping and criss-crossing until you can't read any of them.

Except for one, near the edge. Eddie's name is carved deep with repeated wear, the lines black and thick enough to snag at your fingers when you trace at his clumsy scrawl.

Ugh, fuck him. This dickhead makes you cum one time (or more—whatever) and now he’s got you thinking in metaphors. 

The waiting doesn't take away any of your worry—just multiplies it, like you've got to make enough to fill all this empty space, have to send some of it back to Hawkins High and keep a cushion between Eddie and his obvious death wish.

Maybe Connor wouldn't beat the shit out of Eddie at school, but there were plenty of places he and his friends could corner a loner.

Places without witnesses. Places with a lot of beer and their own cheers multiplying off echoey walls.

Places where there'd be nothing to make them stop.

“I’m not gonna fuck you out here, if that’s what you were thinking.”

" Jesus,"—you jump, and a few more splinters implant themselves on your landing—"Eddie."

He's standing at the edge of the clearing like you summoned him—thought his name one too many times and he appeared by magic.

If that worked, though, he'd have showed up in your bedroom every night for the past week. And your shower. Maybe at least once during your math class.

"I would be kind of hot, though," he continues without meeting your eyes as he wanders over to the table, fidgeting with his rings. You swallow the lump in your throat when he curls his thick fingers under the table top, giving an experimental thrust of his hips.

Eddie wears a cool look when the table wobbles, metal supports groaning from the movement. "But I don't think she could take it."

"Eddie—"

It's like you hadn't said anything. He’s on a roll, rubbing a hand over the uneven stubble on his jaw, considering the options with his hip popped.

"I've always wanted to fuck someone on the edge of a table, though. Think your boyfriend would come looking for you out here?"

"Eddie."

A smirk blooms across his face. "What do you think he’d do if he found me balls deep in your pretty pussy?"

"Eddie—"—you slam your palm on the table, make him look you in the eyes—“stop.”

Whether you wanted him to or not, he listens. Maybe it's too bad. You were kind of hoping to hear more about the whole fucking on the edge of the table thing.

Eddie's arms cross over his chest, jaw jutting toward you.

You're stunned silent for a second. He's actually gonna stop talking long enough for you to speak.

"You- you can't pull shit like that again."

Eddie plops down into the seat across from you, hands clasped together, wearing this look of false innocence.

"To what shit are you referring?"

"Fuck, Eddie," you reach out for emphasis, "this is serious."

You're surprised by the feel of his hands—the soft heat of his skin and smooth contours of his veins—even though you're the one who reached for him, fingers slipping under the edge of his sleeve and circling his wrist.

His expression softens, big eyes getting bigger, pink tongue sandwiched between his lips. You're not even thinking about the way you felt the last time he had his tongue pressed to your skin. Just touching him like this has your heart pounding.

You slip your hand back, palm flat to the wood. "You can't antagonize Connor like that, okay? He's fucking crazy."

"Uh, I was trying to antagonize you. Your boyfriend showed up uninvited."

You want to laugh, but that would give him the wrong idea. "Well, you shouldn't be antagonizing me, either."

Eddie kicks his feet up onto the bench, hopping on the table top so he can lean in close. “Probably not, sweetheart. But have you ever thought maybe you shouldn’t have a boyfriend who’s, uh— I don’t know—fucking crazy?”

He tries so hard to look nonchalant, but you’re picking up on the signals. The shake in his hands and the twitching muscle in his jaw. 

Oh, god. He's fucking serious. As serious as you've ever seen Eddie get.

The breeze blowing through the clearing sets goosebumps across your arms. “I can handle Connor, okay? But you have to stay the fuck away from him.”

Eddie rests his chin on his hand, pursing his lips together. “What if I don’t, sweetheart? You gonna punish me?”

Jesus Christ, he’s stubborn. He’s a lot of other things, too, but you gotta focus on the stubbornness right now or you’re gonna end up bent over the table.

Eddie’s eyes go wide when you don't respond, hand dropping away from his face.

“Oh my god. Are you, like, actually worried about me?"

It’s the way he says it—like you weren’t even human to him until now, like he can hardly believe you’re capable of feeling anything but apathy or rage. 

And it shouldn't hurt. You didn't climb to the top of the social ladder of Hawkins High by caring what every dumbass guy whispered behind your back. Or what they said to your face.

You had skin like armor, and normally a comment like that wouldn't even make a dent.

So why do you feel like crying?

“Fuck you, Eddie.” 

You're up from the table before the look of surprise solidifies on Eddie’s face, already into the trees when he catches up with you. It doesn’t matter, anyways. He’s already seen it.

You care about Eddie. You care about the freak. And you don’t want to see him get hurt because of you.

“Hey—” Eddie catches you with a hand at your wrist, circling it in his big, warm grasp, “shit, don’t—”

You throw his hand off you, wild, too big for your body. “Don’t what, Eddie?”

You're just so fucking tired of this. Of thinking about him all the time. It's like you're drowning. Wanting Eddie Munson is going to kill you.

“Don’t-” he stares at the tips of your white Keds, digs his own shoes into the dirt, “don’t go back to him.”

“Yeah, okay,” you laugh at him, harsh and mean because maybe that’s who you are at your core. “And you and I can live out our Litte House on the Prarie shit here in the fucking woods? He’s gonna come looking for me, Eddie. He already wants to kill you.”

“That’s not what I meant.” 

You know what he meant. You can see it in his big, brown eyes, the way he’s fucking terrified to look at you. And he’s probably right to be, after everything you’ve done.

Whatever. Fuck this. Fuck your feelings and his pretty baby cow eyes and anything else that made you believe that things could be better.

“Did Tommy invite you to his party Friday?”

Eddie kicks a clump of leaves in your general direction. “I’m always invited to Tommy’s parties.”

That’s not true. You’re always invited to Tommy’s parties. Eddie’s always invited to deal. There's a difference.

You wrap your arms over your chest, fighting off the chill from a gust of wind that isn't there.

“Don’t go."

Jesus, you sound needy. Needy and weak.

Eddie scoffs. “Are you fucking serious? I make, like, a month’s worth of gas money selling to Tommy and his stupid friends—”

And would get the ever-living shit kicked out of him if Connor saw him there.

You stomp towards him, ending up chest to chest, your words coming out harsh through your teeth.

"I will buy you out."

Eddie's lips part with a soft pop, eyes tracing your face. You can't tell if he's offended that you've offered him money (which was kind of a dick move, if you’re being honest), his expression—normally so easily decodable—coolly masked.

Okay,” he says, pausing, like this is just some deal, "while we’re making demands . . . break up with your boyfriend.”

“Eddie . . .”

You can’t remember the last time you felt like this—throat tight and raw, barely balancing on the knife’s edge of tears. It’s been a long time since you’ve cried over a stupid, fucking boy.

You wish Eddie was just another stupid fucking boy. 

He shoves his hands deep in his pockets, staring up through the leaves. “Just- think about it, okay?” 

And he walks off without looking back. 

tagging: @dotslabyrinth

[heart-sized]

chapter one, flowers for you, s. snape

★⺌◞ : severus snape x f! professor reader

cw : slight age gap, mention of possessiveness and jealousy, none else that i know of

a/n ; lmao i remember writing this long assed fic last year might as well post it + au where there is no voldy & lily potter is alive

other chapters : prologue

masterlist // taglist

“you seriously cannot expect me to go to hogwarts!” you fling your hands in the air, staring in disbelief at your parents who very much expect you to do the same.

“i cannot see why you've so much problem going there,” your mother argues, “it was your dad's, mine, your sister's alma mater.”

but not mine. you want to say.

“i have my whole life here, ma,” you rub your forehead and look at your dad, “i have a good job here, a stable job. what chances are there that i will get the same stability at hogwarts?”

“you're not a nobody!” your mother and former gryffindor urges, “surely you don't possess the wizardry gene, but your father was a professor there. your sister and i were star quidditch players. there's no chance they'll not provide you the same stability.”

ouch. that was rude. it is not as if you yourself have removed the wizardry gene from your dna. tears threaten to bubble out from your eyes.

“darling, shh,” your dad intervened, “talk to her softly. why are you yelling at her? y/n, dear, listen to me. the only reason why i am asking you to start hogwarts as a professor is because everyone keeps on wondering why i have secluded my middle child from that world.”

not secluded, dad. you were never a part of that world.

“and also,” he points towards your eleven years old brother who is busy playing his video game, “your brother is starting hogwarts soon. it will give me a sense of surety that his sister will be there to protect him. do it for our sake, please?”

it is hard for you to say no to your dad. even he knows that. so even though every part of your body wants to refuse, you let out a small nod and the beaming smile on your dad's face makes you feel a little better.

“thank you, my child.” he pats your head lightly.

you, the middle child, the only muggle child in your family, make your way towards your room, softly stopping to stare at the family pictures. your father, kiann l/n is a proud gryffindor, who later became the professor of defense against dark arts in hogwarts, retiring only when you didn't get your appointment letter from the school of witchcraft and wizardry. your mother, sierra l/n, was also a gryffindor and a star quidditch player, a few years junior to your father. they had married a few years after he had graduated. and your sister? sara l/n was a ravenclaw, a genius student and a star quidditch player. you remember how the dining table talk would be full of her achievements back in her hogwarts days. and your brother, the youngest one in the family, kyrus l/n, just received his appointment letter a few days ago.

in short, you are the only one to disappoint your family. the muggle disappointment.

in fact, you don't hate your dad for asking you to fill up as the new hogwarts professor. the wizardry world is in fact curious about you. but what they don't know is that you are no one special. just a normal human girl whose life would have been dozens of times better if only the wizardry world doesn't exist.

according to your parents, you would leave for hogwarts the next day with your brother. so you make up your mind to pack your bags at night while at the present moment, you decide to visit your friends.

oh and what excuse could you even give them for your prolonged absence? oh, forgive me you all but i cannot meet you again because i have to teach in a wizardry cult of school in a wizardry world because everyone in my family is a wizard except for me? no thanks.

you find your mother cooking in the kitchen and decide to ignore her and make your way towards the door.

“y/n?”

oops. you turn to see your mother. “i am sorry, my child,” her eyes are soft, as if she had cried, “i didn't mean to be so hard on you.”

“i know, ma,” you attempt to smile, “you didn't mean to be hard on me. you just reminded me of how different i am from the rest of you.”

“what?” to say your best friend is shocked would be an understatement. her eyes are wide open as she stares at you. “we cannot meet for a few months? a few months? what kind of cult are you joining?”

you laugh and take your sweet moment sipping on your lemon juice while your best friend waits impatiently. “it's not a cult, sophie. it's my parents' alma mater and it is a super strict, boring kind of boarding school.”

“i will miss you!” the redhead pouts. “did you tell dylan about it?”

you pause. dylan was your coworker in the company that you worked at and you had gone on a few dates together. but it was not anything serious. “no, i haven't. honestly i don't want it to be known by anyone except for you and obviously, micah. hey, where is micah even, by the way?”

“i don't know?” sophie furrows her eyebrows and looks around. “he had said that he'd be here on time.”

“trust him to be late even today,” you scoff.

“two roses,” a hand holding two roses comes in your view, “for the two most beautiful ladies in the world.”

“micah!” both sophie and you speak simultaneously and the said guy sits down beside sophie with a smirk.

“so i have heard that you're joining a cult, y/n?” he asks, sipping on sophie's chai without her permission. “what extent are you going to go just to please your parents?”

“it's not a cult, micah!” you roll your eyes, “and i am not doing it to please my parents.” liar. “i'm doing it because it's expected of me to do.”

“same thing.”

“can we not argue today?” sophie butts in, her eyes pleading. “it's y/n's last day with us, at least, for a few months. let's make it a memorable one. what do you guys say?”

and boy is it memorable. you enjoy each and every part of it, from playing at the swings to sliding from the slider and to the movies. for you knew that the next few months are going to be hard for you. very hard.

“just so you know, i love you guys a lot,” you even sob a bit. the public declaration of love is something so not you, but you feel like a little scared kid who knows that you are going to be away from the people you loved for a long time. and when they hug you back, you realis that you haven't cherished your friendships the way you should have. even micah's.

and when you lie down in bed that night to sleep, you ponder over micah's words. was he not right? what more extent would you go just to please her parents? just to not be a disappointment anymore?

the next day is spent in a jiffy and the next thing you know, you are standing at the 9½ station, holding your brother's hand. your dad is there to see you off and as he kissed your foreheads, you sigh. it is worth it. everything is worth it just to see him happy. even going to some stupid school of witchcraft and wizardry and teaching those stupid students. you can do that all just to see that smile on your dad's face.

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[hopelessdelusional]

.・。.・゜✭・.✫・゜・。.

I wish you would come back

Wish I never hung up the phone like I did

And I wish you knew that

I’ll never forget you as long as I live

And I wish you were right here right now

It’s all good

Living in downtown LA has had many pros, especially for you and your friends careers. There were plenty of jobs, communities, and just life opportunities as well. You have enjoyed living in LA a hell of a lot more than your home state, just full of fun and exciting possibilities.

But the heat? The heat made you regret even stepping foot in this city.

You wanted to at least look approachable, wearing your most comfortable shoes, brown cargo shorts, a black tank top and one of Shoto’s old flannels. You put on some makeup, wanting to fit in with the people who will soon be filling up the area.

When you first arrived to the area, you were immediately greeted with an older man smiling from ear to ear thanking you for all of your hard work. You let out a sigh of relief and humbly told him it was a breeze. His assistant, who couldn’t have been more than 20 years old, handed you a clipboard with a packet of papers. Flipping through the papers, you realized you had zoned out the high pitch droning that was the assistance’s voice, making you cringe when she paused to stare at you.

“I’m sure you’re used to this though,” she awkwardly laughed, looking away embarrassed. The worst part about what she had said was that it was true. You had been given so many gigs and jobs in LA, this honestly was nothing. Try helping plan pride, now that was the most difficult thing you had done in a while.

“No one ever gets used to this job, but I think that’s why I love it so much. Always a new task coming at ya.” A part of you wasn’t lying when you said that, you honestly did enjoy a new task. A new problem that you could get your hands on and really think about and solve. The relaxed smile that you received from the younger woman did make you feel better, and she was soon waving goodbye walking to another person around her age. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You had put so much effort into working out a good schedule for all the gigs. Talking to so many managers and workers, and you had done so much research on all the performers tonight. You were ready, all of your friends were coming and you were safe. All you had to do was ignore the pain in your stomach and head, and keep moving.

And keep moving you did, because that’s all you found yourself doing. A good amount of people came up to you and made small talk, especially the workers. You had to go backstage and double check with the performers and managers about the photos you were going to take, many wanting to take professional pictures before the performance. A lot of them had very specific details for when you would take the photos, pushing your patience level but you would just smile and agree.

Time flew by quickly. Gig after gig, shot after shot the sun started to go down and the crowds started to get up. The more popular bands play later at night, so that’s when the more people started to flood in. You quite literally had to push your way through the crowd, flashing your badge at the people pissed at you to get your way to the stage. A lot of the performers wanted a shot from the crowd, which you really tried to come up with excuses for that but you were always quickly shut down. Being stuck in a crowd of sweaty LA people was not your definition of a fun afternoon, but the check was big enough for you to let it go.

As you taking a break at a (air conditioned) bar and mentally planning your next shopping trips with the girls, you were caught off guard with a violent poke in your ribcage.

Your head swung in the direction of the attack and was surprised to see Tenya and Ochako beaming at you. Ochako had her iconic pink skirt and a white tank top with a simple strawberry on it. Her hair was pulled into a messy ponytail and her face was covered in glitter. Tenya was just wearing regular white cargo pants, but what made you smile was that he was wearing a pink polo shirt. He smiled at you knowingly, squeezing Ochako’s waist before letting her go to let her hug you. In her typical fashion, she tackled you in a hug and blabbered in your ear, just making you giggle uncontrollably. Unfortunately for you when she squeezed you it made your stomach pain worse, making you groan a little louder than you wanted to.

Ochako immediately broke away, a worried expression replacing her bright smile. Tenya also raced to your side as you felt the pain go back down, not all gone but manageable.

“What was that? Did I hurt you n/n?”

“Are you okay y/n? You’re not drinking right now are you? The doctor strictly said no drinking-“

“Guys,” you forced a laugh through your throbbing headache and swatted them away, frantically coming up with an excuse. “It’s just a period cramp.”


Immediately the couple’s shoulders relaxed as Ochako put her hand on her chest and took a breather. Tenya very seriously asked you if you needed anything, to which you quickly shut him down on and tried to change the topic.

Changing the topic was actually pretty easy with Ochako. She is very ADHD, her mind always all over the place. Not that you could say anything, as you found yourself being the same.

“Like literally a goth clown. I was like, ‘in this heat?’ But I swear to god top to bottom clown attire, just goth! Tell her Tenya!”

Tenya chuckled, nodding along and went more into detail. You smiled fondly at your friends, bathing in their energy. You needed this, seeing your friends was going to help you get through the day.

“Yeah people are pretty crazy here,” you turned your head to look out into the crowd. A part of you found yourself searching for those ash blond locks that you were all too familiar with. He said he’d be here for Jirou’s concert, having to finish up a shoot for the day so the texting has been down to a minimum. You couldn’t help but get nervous just thinking about seeing him. You felt so stupid, he was so magnetic, you couldn’t get away from this guy. Everything screamed at you to put distance between the two of you, but as cheesy as it sounds, your heart wanted nothing more than to feel his arms wrap around you once more.

“I’ve had a lot of people come up to me when I check over my work after taking a couple of shots of the performer. They typically ask me to take a picture of them. Most of them offer money but some of them don’t and I think that’s what gets me.”

The three of you chatted up some more, enjoying your break with the couple, but soon you had to get back to work. You said your goodbyes to them and jogged over to the stage once again.

The field had so many other booth set up, which was a huge difference from the last year. Now, there were plenty of local restaurant owners setting up booths, along with ice cream shops, and even certain activities you’d see at the fair. You appreciated all the hard work that was going into this, and felt prideful that you are apart of this.

“Y/n! Oh my god guys its Y/n!”

You slowed your jog down to the group that was in front of you. Mina, Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero, and another person that you had not met yet, but by the looks of it was Sero’s new partner Jordan. You had seen him in Kaminari and Sero’s videos, always noticing a different tension between the two whenever they interacted. When you brought it up to the rest of the group they immediately started talking about how they met in college and have been obsessed with each other since. According to Mina last night when she interrupted your call with Katsuki, Sero was up all night trying to figure out some big grand way to ask him out. Eventually it was 4AM and Sero just left the house, picked up some flowers, and went to Jordan’s house and confessed. Hearing the story melted your heart, and for a split second, you imaged Katsuki doing the same to you.

“Hey guys! Everyone enjoying themselves?”

The group all had giant smiles on their faces. They honestly looked very put together for the event that they were at, but that’s was just LA for you. Mina definitely had something to do with Kirishima’s outfit, because for once it wasn’t an entire outfit made out of athletic clothing. He had on gray, jogger-like shorts, but it matched nicely with the oversized Tupac muscle t-shirt. Mina had the same vibe, wearing a cotton nike crop top with jean shorts. She had her hair back with a headband and in a ponytail, which still showed off her beautiful pink curls. You noticed that the couple had matching bracelets, simple gold chains but with half of a heart hanging from them. Another sickly sweet couple think that made your mind flash with possibilities.

Kaminari was actually wearing a crop top from Jirou’s merch line, and black jean shorts which fit the black and purple tie-dyed shirt he had on. Meanwhile, Sero was wearing gray sweatpants and one of those compress shirts you’re like 99% sure he stole from Katsuki’s closet decked out in all sorts of jewelry. Black studs in his ears, silver simple layered necklaces, and a variety of different and colorful bracelets. Lastly, Jordan looked very cute in black cargo shorts and a vintage Dr Pepper shirt that you just had to ask where he got it from later.

“Hell yeah we are! The music is fire! Banger after banger, dude.”

Kirishima’s wide smile was contagious, making you grin in response. Mina looked lovingly at her partner, before looking in your direction.

“You’re good though right? I hate to be that person but Katsuki mentioned you being overwhelmed recently.”

The rest of the group now looked at you with worried expressions, which made you wave them off and smile politely.

“Trust me it wasn’t this gig stressing me out, just my other jobs I took.”

Kaminari’s jaw dropped, making Sero bust out laughing. Sero leaned into the crook of Jordan’s neck, laughing into his partner as they watched him with a soft expression on their face.

“Jobs? As in plural? I mean no wonder you’re fucking tired.”

The group all made pokes at Kaminari’s comment, and you chatted for a couple minutes before having to cut down the conversation short. You were actually able to get Jordan’s number so he could tell you how to get that type of shirt and more. Happily, you quickly hugged all of them before making your way back stage.

“There’s my favorite photographer! I was wondering where you were at.”

Kyouka embraced you in a hug as she greeted you, Momo quickly following to do the same. She grabbed your face and examined you, making you raise an eyebrow at her motherly actions. Kyouka just giggled shrugged at you when you shifted your gaze towards her.

She eventually let go, huffing as she did so.

“You look like you’re seconds away from collapsing y/n.”

Momo was very stern and serious, with her hands on her hips and eyebrows furrowed, but you just couldn’t get over on how cute she looked. Wearing a white baby tee with jorts, of all things, but she pulled it off like a model. Her long wavy hair was up in a ponytail, which was fed through her hat that she was wearing. She had her glasses on as well, making you just want to hug her and never let her go.

Kyouka on the other hand was a completely different look.

Her signature look was alternative, not exactly emo or goth. She was wearing small back shorts with fishnets and huge dock martins that you honestly had no idea how she performed in. With that, was a baggy purple tank top with another set of fish nets under, and of course her fingerless gloves. Her makeup was a consistent black and purple set of eyeshadow, eyeliner, and glitter, and her hair was back in a messy French braid. (Which was most likely the works of Momo, who was the boss at any sort of braid)

“Okay I think that’s a bit of a stretch Mo, besides the night is almost over and then I have three days off. I’ll be fine.”

You rubbed Momo’s shoulder to comfort her, which prompted her to hold your hand and smile gently at you. You returned the smile, then turned to Kyouka who was now talking to the guitarist.

She finished up the conversation quickly, and when they were out of earshot she let out a loud sigh.

“I swear to god why do people try to change the set list minutes before we perform?”

You laughed, completely understanding her frustrations with people.

“Yes, people are very complicated. That is why you’re my favorite customer, I know exactly what you like and you actually allow me to be creative with it.”

That seemed to lift Kyouka’s spirits, because she gave you one of her rare genuine smiles. The two of you hugged, and her and Momo shared a sweet kiss along with some banter before the singer went onto the stage. Instantly the crowd lit up, screaming at the top of their lungs, and you were able to catch the look of pure love in Momo’s eyes. You slowly backed up, and got a quick shot of her, which she surprisingly didn’t notice. Kyouka was going to love this picture, you just knew it.

The concert was a huge success. Your whole group was able to come together backstage after Kyouka performed. There, all of you enjoyed each other companies, as it has been a while since the eight of you had all hung out in a while. You got a couple of shots of your friends, just for your own personal scrapbook, before you felt your apple watch on your wrist start to blow up.

“Uh oh it’s the boyfriend.”

Hitoshi made his way towards you and tried to look at the many messages Katsuki had been sending you. You knew to move your wrist away and push him away, him just smirking at you the whole time.

“Not my boyfriend. But speaking of, where’s yours?”

Hitoshi’s eyes lit up in realization, and he groaned at you before saying his goodbyes to the group.

Izuku looked over at you laughing with furrowed eyebrows.

“What was all that about?”

Catching your breath, you answered with a huge smile.

“He promised to meet up with Kam after the concert.”

Quickly afterwards, you hugged your dearest friends and promised to make plans with them soon before going out into the half empty area.

The headache came back almost full force, slowing you down greatly but you ignored it as well as the stomach pain. You honestly had no idea as to why the pain wasn’t going away, it was almost like the pain meds were making it worse. However, you knew you had to pull it together so Katsuki didn’t freak out like your friends had been.

After a quick phone call, you found Katuki in a hat and hoodie. You grinned wildly, picking up your pace and embraced him in a tight hug.

“Woah you okay?”

Despite the comment he gladly hugged you back, making you have to pull away first.

“Yeah, long day. How are you?”

Like usual, conversation flowed naturally between the two of you. In fact, you were so relaxed that you when Katsuki bought you a drink you didn’t think twice. One more drink wasn’t going to kill you, maybe it would even help with the damn headache.

“Yeah, the festival was actually bearable this year, it was triple the size of last year so there wasn’t too many paparazzi or just randos taking my fucking picture.”

You snorted at his tone, being able to translate ‘bearable’ to ‘enjoyable.’

“They really outdid themself this year didn’t they? Actually, Kyou mentioned the same thing. She said it was a lot easier to get in.”

Katsuki nodded as he sipped on his bourbon, looking as beautiful as ever. For once, you let the “intrusive” thoughts win and brought your camera to your eye and snapped a picture. Immediately, Katsuki snapped his head in your direction with flames in his eyes. However, you were not intimidated, and bursted out in laughter. The only thing that got you to stop laughing so much was the stomach pain becoming increasingly worse. You slipped out a few “ouches” but Katsuki didn’t seem to notice.

When you straighten back up, trying your best not to grimace at the throb in your head, Katsuki gave you a look that translated perfectly to ‘what the fuck?’

You sighed, allowing yourself to relax and really look at Katsuki. That must had made him antsy, because you noticed he started to squirm in his seat uncomfortably in your serious gaze. Payback.

“You just look so good right now, wanted to take a picture.”

A rose red blush bloomed across his face, his eyebrows scrunching together like they always do when he’s frustrated. Before he could respond, however, the two of you jumped at an obnoxiously loud click sound. The two of you searched around you, and Katsuki was able to find the source first. He jumped up and immediately started cussing out the paparazzi. You watched, slowly sipping on your drink. The dude looked pretty young, and was scared shitless of Katsuki’s booming voice and intimidating build. It didn’t take much for him to run away from the blond, which made him make his way back to your seats.

“Sorry about that.” Katsuki mumbled, and you noticed he was genuinely embarrassed. You had honestly never seen him look so ashamed, so you reached out for his hand and when your hands made contact he looked back up at you with wide eyes.

Not knowing what to say, you hoped the smile you gave him was enough for him to understand. He grasped your hand in his, squeezing it, before letting go to grab his drink. The blush on his face was still noticeable, but not as cute as it was before.

“They’re probably gonna come up with some dumbass story about us dating or something.”

He was still mumbling, which really irritated you. Katsuki was never one to mumble, everything he said was loud and pronounced. He meant every word that came out of his mouth, so sure of himself. That’s honestly what drew you in, his command. Now he was fidgety and talking so quiet, you didn’t even know he could talk that quiet.

Instead of pointing it out, you just chuckled leaning back in your seat enjoying the sparkling stars above.

“Well that’s just a rumor, a very false rumor that will be long forgotten in less than a month.”

You felt Katsuki’s piercing gaze on you, so you shifted so you could make eye contact with him. There was uncertainty in his eyes, something you had never seen before. He was timid, but he also looked stern and serious.

“What are we y/n?”

There was a newfound ringing in your ears, and along with the pain, your stomach felt nauseous. You felt your mouth go dry, and your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest. The maintained eye contact was eating you alive, only making these symptoms worsen.

Friends? You thought, but you knew, deep down, that wasn’t true. Deep deep down, you knew you were completely infatuated with the blond, wanting nothing more than to reach over this table and kiss him until you couldn’t breath. However, you could never admit to that. Admitting that outloud could ruin a lot of things right now. Not only your friendship with Katsuki, but possibly with Kaminari, Kirishima, Mina, Sero, and even Jordan. It would wreck you. You’ve worked so hard to maintain a good mental health, but you knew all that hard work would be long forgotten if things between you two would spiral. Mentally, you would spiral, putting you out of work for God knows how long.

No. You couldn’t admit to it. You didn’t care about those feelings you have for Bakugou Katsuki, you were not going to admit something like that.

“Katsuki.”

The tone in your voice was a warning, but of course that only challenged the blond even more.

“Because I know damn well we aren’t fucking friends.”

The words he chose were viscous, but you knew him. You knew he hid behind intense words and a deep voice.

“I don’t know what to tell you Katsuki-“

“Yes you do.”

His voice was louder, and that confidence and fight that you knew him so well of came back. The sudden outburst made your head throb, and you had to fight back a wince.

“You know that this? This is not some fucking friendship. But we sure as hell ain’t dating, so what are we y/n?”

A sigh fell out of your lips, mainly because of the increase in the negative feelings that you felt in your body. You couldn’t do this, not tonight, not when you felt like your whole body was going to burst.

“I’m sorry Kats, but we are just friends.”

Those words hurt when you said it, and you could tell Katsuki noticed it. The two of you kept this eye contact, but you felt your vision slip so you weren’t too focused on reading him.

“So your way of making friends is making out with them when your drunk and then after that maintaining a close relationship with them?”

“We were drunk-“

“That doesn’t mean shit, y/n.”

Katsuki was starting to get angry, you could tell. On any other day you would have shut him down. Yelled at him until your voice got hoarse, because he knew better than to snap at you like this, over something so unnecessary. But you couldn’t do that today, the exhaustion from the pain all day, along with mental and physical stress of the festival had defeated you entirely. You wanted nothing more than to just get up and walk away, but that wouldn’t be fair to Katsuki, so you stayed.

“Yes, it does. We got drunk, and because we’ve been single for way too long, we made out. After that we became close because of mutual interests and friends.”

At this point you felt like a parent talking to a child, but just like most children, Katsuki was having none of this.

“No, no y/n I’m not fucking stupid, and neither are you. That isn’t the whole story, there is something between us and I just can’t fucking figure out why you won’t do anything about that.”

He was standing now, making you look up at him. He was angry, sure, but you could tell there was more than that.

“Katsuki I don’t have to fucking explain myself-“

“Yes you do! Y/n you owe that to me. Why can’t we fucking date? Why can’t you be mine?”

There was a long pause between you two, the both of you holding your breath in dread and anticipation. You noticed the crack in his voice, only desperate to understand why you couldn’t just commit.

“I just, I can’t Kats. I’ve been through a lot recently and I don’t know what would happen.”

“What the fuck do you mean? Y/n, just stop beating around the bush! What aren’t you telling me?”

Growing annoyed, you rubbed a hand down your face, not caring about the delicate makeup you had put so much detail into this morning. You didn’t ever think he would snap at you like this, but you knew this conversation was coming. The more you called or hung out you felt him get more and more antsy, growing impatient of your currently platonic situation.

“I just have a lot on my plate and I have for a long time. I’m sorry but I just can’t risk a relationship.”

Katsuki just scoffed at your earnest tone, obviously hurt by your words. You saw his hands shaking, and the wave of nausea hit again.

“So-so what? So I’m just dead fucking weight to you? Do you even hear yourself right now?

You felt your heartbeat grow heavier, feeling that familiar feeling of anger making your blood practically boil. So you stood up too, ignoring the wave of fatigue that hit you and with as much energy as you could muster, you held your ground against the model.

“I did not fucking say that Kats and you know that. You know what I’m talking about, but your so wrapped up in your head you refuse to try and understand my position.”

“Position? Position?”

He’s walking away, a clear sign that his anger is starting to rise and he’s trying to control it. You just gave to be grateful that he’s still trying not to blow up at you, he cares about respects you enough not to do that. Katsuki quickly circles his way back to you, making eye contact again.

“I’m a human being, y/n. I understand pain and suffering, I understand hard times and being afraid. I also fucking care about you, and would be able to fucking take whatever bullshit you’re talking about. So the problem isn’t me not understanding your position, its you not wanting to deal with your emotions, because you’re a coward.”

There it is. There’s the harsh words you could see coming from a mile away. You knew he would say something like that, you knew it because it’s true, you are a coward. You didn’t want to face your problems a year ago and you don’t want to do it now. You drown yourself with work so you can avoid the real world, so you can forget about all of your mental and even physical health. You wanted to be angry with Katsuki, you wanted to fight back and argue until you won, but you couldn’t. There was no point.

You opened your mouth to say something anything, but you felt your breath go short. Slowly your surroundings started to spin, and you had to lean on a chair in order to keep your balance. All the pain and nausea started to hit you, and for a second you genuinely thought you were going to puke your guts out.

“Tch, that’s what I thought. Fucking hell.”

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Katsuki start to break. He leaned over and rubbed his face, not noticing the distress you were in. Because of the situation the two of you were in, you just wanted for him to home and sleep on it, and allow you to pass out on your bed.

“Look, y/n I’m sorry, I just-“

He sighed, struggling to find the words. You found focusing on his body language and tone helped distract you, so leaning on the chair you looked back up at him trying to look strong.

“I’m not trying to be a dickhead to you, I just need you to see this. I know I’m not crazy, but I’m crazy for you. What I said was harsh but I fucking meant it, I’m here for you godammit, so let me be.”

Finally he turned back to look at you, and you watched him as his face twisted in confusion

“What’s happening are you okay?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but at that exact moment your mouth went dry and you felt like you had just gotten hit in the head by a frying pan. It took you another moment to collect yourself. Katsuki tried to get closer to you but you refused to let him help you, so you moved away from him going to the other side of the chair.

“I just need to go home, I’m sorry Kats.” you slowly released your grasp from the chair and wobbled off, feeling your strength slip away with each step you took. You heard Katsuki call your name, and you would have felt fucking awful for leaving him alone, just standing there at the bar. You knew this hurt him, but you couldn’t think about anything because of the pounding in your head. Yes, this was stupid. You could have just asked for help, what was happening to you was not healthy, and you should have asked Katsuki to take you home. And yet, you couldn’t. You couldn’t let Katsuki see you like that. You wouldn’t ever let him pity you, ever let him think of you less. You tried to listen to what he had to say you really did, and most of it was true, but you didn’t want to give in. Not yet.

Somehow Hitoshi found you wondering and immediately knew something was wrong. Tears were streaming down your face and by the time his hands reached you, the ringing in your ears made you completely deaf. With your head spinning and the lack of energy you had in you, you felt your body double over. Slowly your hearing came back, but your eyes refused to stay in focus.

Before slipping into unconsciousness, you listened to a faint but familiar song playing from one of the nearby speakers.

You always knew how to push my buttons

You give me everything and nothing

This mad mad love makes you come running

To stand back where you stood

I wish you would, I wish you would

I wish you would, I wish you would

.・。.・゜✭・.✫・゜・。.

i wish you would

just a reminder the character Jordan is NOT mine but the lovely @kotoprincesa !! thank u so much for allowing me to use ur oc i love him sm🫶

LETS GOOOOOOOO PLOT PLOT PLOT this shit was a DOOZY bro how y’all feeling?? 🎤🎤 *grabs mic* well IM feeling fucking awesome like y’all this is so exciting omg are y’all excited??? bc IM excited!!!!!!

ANYWAYS (lol) as always if you have any questions or just wanna talk my inbox is open! have a great day y’all!

love ya!

fun facts! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

- it’s gonna take a while for the fans to adjust but they’ll come to love the new couple🫶🫶🫶

- toshi and kam wanna wait to release it but sero literally could NOT wait to post his partner :((((

- y/n zones out a LOT when they don’t wanna listen and it’s very noticeable

- ko and tenya are 100% the type of couple to do matching stuff and you CANNOT change my mind

- idk where the idea of a goth clown came from, it was like 2AM when i wrote this. maybe that’s just like an inner demon of mine or smth

- mina had to fight kiri to wear actual clothes he was pouting like a baby and the rest of the squad was just watching giggling

- but of course once he put everything on he LOVED it and couldn’t stop kissing mina (that’s what made the gang walk away in “disgust”)

- Kaminari in crop top supremacy🛐

- sero LOVES him some jewelry and Jordan noticed and started making little bracelets for him (sobs)

- they for sure have matching spider-man pjs

- i CANNOT and WILL NOT get enough of momo and jirou like HELLO?

- but can we talk abt the SHIT yn had gone thru for this festival like😭😭 the poor thing is getting abused just for the good shot

- hitoshi is such an ass but he’s even MORE forgetful

- kam was pouting when he was late and had to make it up to him by cuddles and junk food (as one does)

- i fucking hate paps man

- so does kats

- i don’t rlly wanna do a fun fact on their fight so….

- hitoshi has like a spidey-sense when it comes to yn’s danger LMFAO

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the french exit | chapter 01

kylian mbappé x original female character [+18]

synopsis: alice is a lonely rich girl whose biggest fear is to become a lonely rich woman. ever since they moved to paris, her fiancé doesn’t seem to be interested in her anymore. so alice decides to find comfort in the arms of another man. warnings: cheating; angst; smut; i have never been to france; minors dni.

masterlist | next chapter

Chapter 01 | Blank Space

“'Cause we're young, and we're reckless

We'll take this way too far

It'll leave you breathless”

Alice Morgan-Webber is a classic Ralph Lauren blonde girl. Summer at the Hamptons. Kate Moss poster on her wall. Her father owns a hotel chain and is the CEO of a company specialized in luxury goods. Her mother is a fashion designer. Alice is an only daughter and heir to an American dream empire. Her highschool sweetheart boyfriend, David, proposed to her in the summer. Their families have been friends for generations and when their mothers got pregnant at the same time, they knew it was meant to be. His family have their own inspirational story about their generational wealth.                       

A couple months ago David got a job at his family's company's French headquarters, and now they’re living in Paris. It didn’t take long for Alice to get an internship in a fashion magazine – in fact, all it took was a phone call from her mother. The couple’s perfect french pronunciation and overall cool behavior made them a perfect match for the city of light.

Their European fairytale didn’t last longer than a month. Very quickly David got bored of playing house. He started to spend his nights and weekends away from their cozy luxury apartment, always with the excuse of being busy with work. That was expected, in a way, so Alice wasn’t exactly disappointed; but she was surprised, his lack of interest in the very first month was a disaster. They weren’t even married yet.

“Men are complicated, honey. But maybe he really is busy with work.” Her mother, Caroline, told her over the phone. David’s family owned a holding company that was currently in the process of starting to invest in a fashion brand – owned by Alice’s family. So her mother soothed her, told her to wait. It is in everybody's best interest if they could find a way to be happy together. “You’ll be married in the spring and everything will be perfect, dear. I promise. You just need to be a little less controlling.”

It was a destination wedding, in Greece. Her mother would design her dress, of course. On her left hand she was wearing David’s grandmother’s ring. A colossal diamond that felt heavier every time he left the house without making eye contact. “Bye, love.” His strong voice, that once made her legs shake, now made her nauseous. He could at least look at her when saying goodbye, right? That wasn’t too much to ask, right? Alice thought to herself. 

Part of Alice’s job included getting invited to luxury brands promotional parties, the kind she was already used to. But this time was different, she was working. Alice was supposed to post pictures of the event on social media and later report it to her boss. How the food tasted, was the music any good, what kind of celebrities showed up. It was a sports brand, so there were a few french athletes present – one specifically caught Alice’s attention. Kylian. She saw him in person before, in another one of those parties long before she moved to Paris. Back then David was present, a possessive hand around her waist. Warning her of the depraved behavior of football players. Now she was alone and Kylian was staring right back at her.

Later she would have a hard time recalling the food and the music; the French football player was the only thing on her mind the whole time. They were formally introduced at some point, he graciously shook her hand.

“Beautiful ring.” His eyes were on her left hand. She blushed.

“Thank you.”

“When’s the wedding?”

“In the spring.”

Quickly and smoothly, without anybody else seemly noticing, he whispers in her ear:

“So I still have some time.”

Alice laughs and nods at him, still blushing. They don’t talk for the rest of the evening, but when she comes home she gets a notification on her phone that makes her heart beat faster: k.mbappe just liked your post / k.mbappe just followed you. He answers one of her stories; it is a picture of her living room, beautifully decorated solely for the purpose of impressing her future in-laws. 

k.mbappe you have good taste 

alicemwebber thank you

k.mbappe i’m a buying a new apartment need help with the decor you should visit give me some tips

Kylian’s new apartment was just outside of busy Paris; it was modern and spacious, and smelled brand new. There wasn’t a lot of furniture or items that identified the owner, so Alice felt like he wasn’t entirely lying to her. Who knows how many times he used that trick, but Alice didn’t need a very convincing excuse. She just wanted to see him, to be in the same room completely alone with him and to feel desired by him. Her lust was aggravated by her anger. In her messed up head, what she was doing felt like revenge. 

“So, what do you think?” He was standing behind her, so much taller than her. His perfume was intoxicating and she was fighting her own brain, trying to keep herself focused.

“It’s a really nice place, but it needs more… Personal touches.” She guides her right hand to his, without even looking, her thumb slowly caressing him. Kylian takes a step closer to her, his body now fully flushed against her. He holds her hand and rests his head on top of hers.

“I agree. Like I said, you have good taste.” He gives her a soft kiss on the cheek. “That’s why I invited you.” He continues to softly kiss her face, lowering his kisses down to her neck. “Are you going to help me?” Their bodies are even closer and she can feel he’s getting hard behind her.

“Yes, I will. Whatever you need.” As she says that he puts both of his hands on her hips, pushing her back onto himself, making her feel him.

“Whatever I need? Are you sure?”

Alice nods, and when she opens her mouth to properly answer him, he kisses her. She turns around, holding him by the neck. The kiss feels like a perfect match. They instinctively know exactly where to touch each other, their tongues know the exact moves. Their breaths and the small noises of pleasure Alice makes echoes in Kylian’s almost empty living room.

“Do you own a bed, at least?” She asks, face still close, afraid of moving away from him and breaking the spell. Kylian laughs warmly.

“I do own a bed, yes. Let me show it to you.”

He guides her to the bedroom while still kissing her. By the time they lay in bed together half of their clothes were already forgotten along the way. She’s lying on her back and he’s towering over her, he already feels big just standing over her, looking at her. His body is warm, he’s kissing her like he’s in a hurry. A real man. Wanting her, tasting her. Paying attention to her. She surrendered herself to him. Alice tries to take off his pants but he holds her hands above her head. She stops the kiss.

“Please. Please.” She guides her hand once again to his jeans. Kylian sits on the bed and brings Alice onto his lap.  He takes her left hand and bites the side of the finger with her engagement ring. Alice moans. “Do you like that?” He whispers in her ear, she eagerly nods in agreement.

“I like it too.” He kisses her finger. “I also like knowing I only had to ask you once.”

“You’re being mean.” Alice takes the rest of her own clothes off, tired of waiting for him. Kylian laughs. His eyes shining bright give Alice butterflies. He looks beautiful like that, horny and teasing her. She feels lucky to get to experience it.

“I’m being mean?” He gets up and holds both of her legs, carefully making her seat at the end of the bed. Then he pulls her legs apart and admires the view of her dripping wet core. “Alright, let me be nice to you, then.” He gets on his knees and starts kissing her feet, almost in a devotional manner. He continues his kisses up, firmly holding her legs. After what it feels like forever he finally kisses her cunt. Kylian can’t help moaning with her. She tastes amazing and he can’t get enough. She cums screaming his name even before he puts his fingers on her. “What about now? I’m still mean to you, baby?” Alice is laying on her back again and he’s fingering her roughly.

“Ye–yes, yes, you are.” She’s stuttering, can’t control her voice when she’s so close to another orgasm. On her third orgasm she has his cock inside of her. She’s on all fours and his hand is holding her hair, keeping her head up. Her mouth is open, her moans somehow still getting louder.

“You’re so big.” Alice mumbles, eyes closed, feeling full and satisfied. Kylian is proud, both from her words and the state he managed to get her.

“You should always feel like this, baby.” He’s still behind her, but they’re both on their knees in the middle of the bed, his hand never leaving her hair. “It’s what a pretty girl like you deserve.” He kisses her shoulder and neck, restraining himself from biting her.

Later, after she showers, he politely offers for her to stay. She can’t, of course, and he knows. At the apartment door, kissing goodbye, she says:

“There’s a lot of work to be done in this place, don’t you think?”

He agrees, grinning at her. “You should come often, I need all the help you can give.”

***

David doesn’t know anything about football, but loves talking about it. It never bothered Alice before, she used to find it amusing; his lack of knowledge over tactics or stats. It used to be cute, even. They were at a private box in Parc des Princes, together with some of David’s work colleagues and a potential client. The guy was a family man and a PSG fanatic, so David decided to take his lovely bride to a football match in hope of luring the French millionaire into doing business with him. Alice is nauseous the entire time. She deserves it, she thinks. Maybe this is God punishing her somehow. Still, she has her eyes on Kylian the entire time.

“Alice, are you feeling good?” David asks her, his hand on her back. Her head is spinning. God, why is he being so thoughtful.

“I… I don’t think so.”

Alice sort of disassociates, only fully regaining her consciousness after she throws up a couple times at the Saint-Germain lounge bathroom. David is by her side, holding her hair. His action only made her more nauseous, reminding her of a few nights before.

“You’re not pregnant, are you?” 

Her fiancé asks and she weakly slaps him.

“How can you ask me that this way?” Alice is angry, but her voice is weak. David laughs, brushing her hair off her face and kissing her forehead.

“Well, there’s still a few months till the wedding. I want you to look good in your dress.”

Alice stares at him in shock, trying to gain courage to ask him what she really wants to know. To tell him how she feels. It was the first time he even mentioned the wedding in weeks.

“Do you really? You still think about our wedding?”

“Of course, love. Where’s this coming from?”

Her hair is a mess and her make up ruined, they’re both still sitting on the bathroom floor and Alice feels like this is the lowest so far in their relationship. David's tone of voice makes her feel like she’s delirious. Maybe she overreacted. She should have asked him sooner.

“I feel like you don’t want me anymore.” She’s fully crying and David tries to dry her tears, confused. He takes out a handkerchief embroidered with his initials and hands it to her.

“What? Love, that’s not true. How can you say that?”

“I’m sorry I ruined your business meeting.” Alice says in between sobs. David shakes his head.

“You didn’t ruin anything. It’s actually a pretty good look for me, coming to help you.” He chuckles. A few minutes later, Alice recomposes herself, quickly fixing her hair and make up. When they walk out, holding hands, it is like nothing happened.

“Oh, look, Messi scored!” David points at one of the Tv’s on the lounge. Back home, getting ready to bed, Alice tries to initiate a kiss but he points a finger on her lips.

“Love, you threw up today.” He looks at her with disgust.

“Are you serious? I’m feeling better, you psycho.”

“Well, let’s wait a few more hours. Just to make sure.”

On her phone there’s a new notification. An answer to her stories on the stadium. It was a group picture, David had his arm around her, kissing her cheek.

k.mbappe  enjoyed the game?

alicemwebber not really wasn’t feeling well had to leave early

k.mbappe  feeling better now?

David was sound asleep beside her, she stared at him for a while before answering.

alicemwebber yes much better

[loststarphounix]

It's Gundham's birthday rn (it's 12am, December 14th in my timezone lmao)

and so, I decided to gift him the best thing I can offer atm:

✨ Kazuichi in lingerie ✨

Kazuichi comes home earlier than Gundham does, and so he has time to prepare his gift to him at home! The devas also joined him for his duties for the day so he won't have them to snitch on him, which is good-

Kazuichi's gift to him is his very own lover wearing the most beautiful lingerie he's seen. Don't ask Kazuichi where he got it, he just does- xD

Gundham comes home later a little after dark, and notices Kazuichi not on the couch waiting for him, which was odd. He goes upstairs and finds him on their bed wearing the pretty pink lingerie he got especially for his birthday~ >.<

( tbh this is just me using gundham's bday as an excuse to ramble about kazuichi in lingerie bc i personally love the idea LMAO )

Ah I feel bad cause I don’t have a fic ready for him, so this might have to do lol TW: pic of lingerie and hand job

Kaz got this lingerie thanks to Sonia 🤣

He asked her for help picking out something nice and she looked in square in the eye and said “say no more”. She actually bought several - nearly a baker dozen all varying in different colors and cuts and some even have faux fur lining. She went to town and they all fit like a glove lol

But the one he decides to wear, is a cute little light pink piece that fits snugly against his hips and chest, which is perfect because Gundham does like seeing Kazuichi’s masculine body incased in feminine clothing. And this is particularly feminine (spoiled caused slight risky photo)

So he has it on, feeling pretty cute and good about himself. He looks good and though the thigh straps were a bitch to get right, everything is just perfect. And to add the perfect touch, he puts on the custom made pleather dog collar Gundham had made, complete with a dog tag with Kazuichi’s name engraved snug against his neck.

He knows he make a pretty sight and desperately wants to take a picture for future use, but holds off because he can’t trust himself sending to his boyfriend and ruining the surprise 😏

When he hears the front door open, he feels nervous, it keeps his ass firmly planted on the bed and waits anxiously for the other to come into the bedroom.

“Paramour?”

“In here.” He calls, voice high and excited. “I have a surprise for you~”

And wow ok. Taking him a bit of a minute to get there. Could be his anxiety but it takes Gundham an eternity to get to their bedroom, but it’s worth it when he opens the door, talking about how some irritable parrot was refusing to eat or groom itself and stopping mid word as he took in Kazuichi, sitting in the middle of their bed, legs tucked in to push the strain of the thigh straps taunt against his skin and a gauzy dark pink short shift splay around him like some Disney princess.

Kazuichi is so proud of Gundham’s reaction, he wiggles a bit in excitement as the breeder continues to stare at him in a mix of surprise and desire and in a genius move, he shoulders the shift off, exposing his slightly tan shoulders and he could be seeing things but he swears the others nostrils flare as his eyes focus on the collar.

“You like it? Happy birthday baby-“ is all he can get out before he is suddenly pushed against the sheets and is silenced by the other kissing the soul outta him.

Gundham is just pawing at him, kneading his thighs; hands tugging at the bra to flick a nipple and a wide wicked tongue making a wet strip at the hollow of his throat. Kazuichi was already half hard and it takes no time at all for him to be full mast and he moans as those cold hands brush against his groin.

“My dear, you look delightful. Absolutely delectable.” Gundham growls and Kazuichi shivers cause holy shit he really likes it.

And Kazuichi preens at that, because fuck yeah he knows it. Gundham is just pulling more at the bra and has already pulled down the delicate fabric of the crotch panties, long fingers wrapping loosely around his length and his arches his back on the bed. Something rends in the air and it barely phases him as he thrusts into that pale hand.

“I find that you will enjoy me unwrapping my present fare than I will.” Gundham rumbles I’m part amusement and part hunger as he speeds up his hand slightly.

“Nigh ~ Never know until you do.” He replies with a toothy grin that immediately crumbles as he rides out his orgasm.

“Indeed.” And he watches in semi conscious bliss as pulls away to quickly remove his clothes.

And yeah, this gift was a great idea.

[haikyu-after-dark]

Petty

Fukuro Hirugami x Fem! reader (she/her)

Warnings: swearing, pet names, unwanted touching, sexist comments, drugs mentioned, attempted drugging, fighting, blood mentioned, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, fingering, handjob, cream pie

WC: ~4K

AN: been holding onto this one for a while 😌 captain needed his own story 😏

Getting ready, you check your phone to see a text from your boyfriend. You were planning your monthly meet up with the team for a fun night out, something you had helped institute when you became manager of the Schweiden Adlers almost two years ago.

What you hadn’t expected to come from your monthly team building nights out was your relationship with Captain and middle blocker, Fukuro Hirugami.

To say you hadn’t noticed the captain early on would be a complete lie. He was had a gorgeous smile, a sweet demeanor and he was 6’5” which was one fact that was extremely hard to ignore. You smiled at the memory, checking your phone to read the text.

Fukuro 🥰: Hey babe, I’ll meet you at the bar! I just got word that Atsumu and Hinata are going to be there so someone needs to watch Kageyama 🙄

You laugh at your boyfriend’s text, rolling your eyes at the fact that you knew exactly how hard controlling Kageyama and subsequently Hoshiumi could be.

You: OK! I’m just finishing getting ready and I’ll be heading out soon!

You snap a picture of your outfit, a white cropped camisole top, denim shorts and a part of wedged heels. Your hair was done up in a messy bun, with pieces perfectly pulled out and framing your face. You sent the picture to your boyfriend before quickly adding perfume and ordering an Uber. Your phone chimed as you checked it, laughing your boyfriends’ response.

Fukuro 🥰: DAMN BABE 🥵 could you maybe not give me a boner in front of the team please?

You chuckled as you quickly typed a response.

You: No promises captain 😉 see you soon!

You grabbed your bag before locking your door and heading to the street where you Uber waited. Arriving at the club, you were immediately greeted with hoots and hollers from your team.

“Holy shit YN! Damn,” Romero shouted as you rolled your eyes and headed over to him and Ushijima.

“You look very nice YN,” Ushijima added as you smiled at him, hugging both of the giant men.

“Where’s captain at?” You asked as Romero jerked his head towards the door.

“He’s inside, far back left corner. Meian and MSBY are here too but I’m sure you knew that already. So just listen for the sounds of a pissing match and it will lead you right to ‘em,” he joked as you smiled, waving as you headed inside to find your boyfriend.

“Oh my god YN hi!” A familiar voice shouted as you looked over to see Hinata, Bokuto and Atsumu heading towards you.

“Hey guys! It’s so good to see you!” You smiled, hugging them as the all gathered round.

“You look hot as hell YN! When are you going to dump that old captain?” Atsumu smirked as you laughed.

“You better not let Hirugami hear you say that Sumu,” Heiwajima belted coming up behind you as you turned to hug him in greeting. He handed over your favorite drink as you thanked him and too your first sip of the night.

You continued towards the back of the bar, dodging people left and right. The bar was full tonight, not unusual for this place. You excused yourself through the crowds as stares lingered on your beautiful form as you made your way to your boyfriend. You finally saw him, talking with MSBY’s captain, Meian, as you strutted over to them.

Your boyfriend looked up, smiling at you as Meian turned to see you coming their way. They both stood up as you approached.

“I hope I’m not interrupting a secret captain only meeting,” you joked as both men chuckled.

“Nah baby,” Fukuro beamed, hugging you tightly and kissing you as you pulled away to hug Meian.

“You two weren’t having one of your pissing matches again, were you?” You narrowed your eyes as Meian sat down and you took your seat on your boyfriend lap, his arm snaking around your waist as his hand came to rest on your thigh, rubbing gentle circles in your skin.

“I don’t even know what you are talking about YN. Hirugami and I are always civil to each other,” Meian replied, pretending to be offended.

“Yeah, civil as in ready to start a civil war,” Inunaki interjected, coming up and sitting beside Meian. You laughed, high-fiving Inunaki as both Meian and Hirugami glared at your antics.

“The disrespect we get around here,” Fukuro pouted as you lightly kissed his lips and patted his chest.

“Nothing you don’t deserve babe,” you remarked as Inunaki shorted, again high- fiving you as you took another drink.

“I think we need shots,” Heiwajima declared coming up to your table and handing you all a shot glass full of a mysterious clear liquid.

“Only one for me,” Fukuro proclaimed, “I’m sober can this month.” You clanked glasses as you downed the shots, a look of disgust on everyone’s face.

“Where the fuck is the chaser dude?” Inunaki gagged as you quickly washed the sour taste out of your mouth with more of your sweet drink.

“Tequila requires no chaser you lightweights!” Heiwajima laughed, heading back to the bar as you again settled in your boyfriends lap.

You chatted and drank for a few hours, steadily feeling tipsier as the night progressed. Fukuro had a tight hold on you as you felt his large hands sink into your flesh, he lightly nibbled on your neck as he whispered in your ear. He had been drinking water for most of the night along with Meian, both enjoying the show their teams were putting on.

“Feeling good baby?” He whispered into your neck as you nodded. You felt the heat rise as you moaned a little at his words brushing against the column of your neck. You turned to kiss him as his tongue licked your lips, your mouth opening a little to grant access to his tongue as you publicly made out.

“Oh god we are getting to this time of night,” Romero groaned, rolling his eyes and standing up to walk away. You pulled away, laughing as Fukuro squeezed your hip yet again. This was a common occurrence when you went out with your team. You and Fukuro would drink, get a tipsy and eventually sneak off to a remote part of the bar to spend so much needed time alone. You could tell Fukuro was getting antsy to be alone with you, his fingers digging into your supple flesh as you found yourself lightly grinding on his lap.

“I’m going to get another one, anyone want anything? Inunaki announced, completely ignoring the show you and Fukuro were putting on.

“Ohh I’ll get it! I have to use the rest room anyways!” You shouted, quickly getting to your feet. You swayed a little as Fukuro stood up, grabbing you around your waist and steadying you.

“You need help baby,” he chuckled as you pouted back in his direction.

“I’m a big girl Kuro, I can handle myself!”

You gathered what little balance you had and walked cautiously to the restroom. You slightly regretted the decision to wear wedges heels as you weaved in and out of patterns as you closed in on the restroom.

On your way back, you swung by the bar, getting a drink for yourself and Inunaki a drink as well as more water for Fukuro and Meian.

You handed the bartender your card as you began to sort through the logistics of carrying 4 drinks through a crowded bar. You slipped your card into your bag as you went to grab the four drinks in front of you.

You felt someone closing in behind you, unfamiliar arms sneaking around your waist, and some whispered in your ear.

“Fuck your beautiful doll, the most gorgeous girl in this bar,” the voice growled as you attempted to pull forward. Your arms swung around as you tried to free yourself from the strangers hold.

“Get the fuck off of me!” You screamed, everyone around you turned to your direction to tag where all the commotion was coming from.

“Awe come on doll, don’t be like that. How about you come sit with me for a while, we can get to know each other a little better huh? I’ve been watching upu all night and fuck, what I wouldn’t give-,” the man whispered, still holding onto you as you flailed, trying to loosen his grip.

“I said let go of me you pervert! I have a boyfriend, leave me the fuck alone!” You bellowed as the man suddenly pulled back causing you to lose your footing and crash to the sticky, dirty slow below.

You winced, trying to right yourself the man now looming over you with a sick, sadistic smile on his face. You could hear your name being shouted. Looking over you saw Hoshiumi and Ushijima fighting the crowd the get close to you.

“YN! What the hell! Are you ok?” Hoshiumi panicked, coming up beside you to help you up. He grabbed you under your arms and hoisted you gently to your feet. Ushijima had come behind him, moving his way in front of you as he locked eyes with the man.

“What the hell did you do to her?” He yelled as the man snickered, obviously drunk or high as well as incredibly stupid.

“Nothing bro,” the man retorted, throwing his hands up, “I was just trying to get to know her a little. She’s beeen prancing around in those shorts and heels so I figured she wanted some attention.”

Hoshiumi stood next to you as Ushijima continued his stare off with the stranger. Magically, Inunaki and Heiwajima appeared at your side.

“Hey YN, what happened?” Inunaki asked seeing Hoshiumi help you off the floor as Heiwajima listened intently.

“I was getting our drinks and this guy grabbed me, I told him to get off, but he wouldn’t stop. Then he pulled back, and I fell on the floor!” you whined, becoming more upset as the man just stood by, a stupid smile on his face. Tears filled your eyes as Heiwajima immediately turned, heading towards the table that held Fukuro and Meian. He knew exactly what to do when someone messed with you and he wasn’t about to waste any time.

“Listen you stupid bitch, I was just trying to get into your pants ok? No need to make a big deal about it! It’s not like your pussy is made of gold or some shit,” the man snarled at you, “I mean, look at you. Practically begging to be fucked by every man in this entire bar!”

“Fuck you!” You screamed as you felt a familiar presence come behind you. Before anyone could even respond, the atmosphere instantly changed. Your body familiar with the feeling as you began to relax a little knowing exactly what was about to happen.

*30 seconds earlier…

“Dude I’m telling you, we have so many good matches set-”

“Captain!” Heiwajima shouted as he plowed his way through the crowd towards the two large men.

“what?” Hirugami groaned at the Libero as Meian snickered.

“Someone’s fucking with YN! He touched her and then threw her on the floor!” Heiwajima spat out as Hirugami quickly stood to his feet, moving while speaking.

“Where the fuck is she?” He raged a Heiwajima pointed thought the crowd, Hirugami and Meian wasted no time moving to where you were standing next Inunaki and Hoshiumi.

He was furious when he laid eyes on you, your cheeks soaked with tears as the team helped steady you, a prick standing across from you. He had heard the ending of what the idiot had muttered and he was pissed.

“What in the fuck did you just say?” Fukuro boomed, coming up beside you. Meian stood next to his friend, his large arms folded across his broad chest.

“Who the fuck are you?” the man spit as Fukuro growled.

“I’ll ask you one more time you pathetic bitch, what did you just fucking say?” Fukuro repeated as the man jolted back, Fukuro’s fierce energy filling the space. He was not only an imposing man in size but also in attitude.

“Nothing dude,” the man panicked, trying desperately to defuse the situation and escape unfazed. Fukuro narrowed his eyes at the pathetic loser in front of him before shifting his attention to you. Your eyes were locked on the creep in front of you, tears having flowed down your beautiful cheeks causing the fire in his eyes to ignite. He pulled you close, your ready doe eyes shifting to his as he calmly spoke to you.

“Princess, tell me what he said do uou?” Tears fell down your cheeks as you tried to calm yourself. You cuddled into Fukuro as he gripped you tight, holding you close. His attention was no longer on the man in front of you. He trusted his friends and teammates to keep the creep in his place while he focused on you.

“He grabbed me from behind when I was getting our drinks and then he knocked me down. He also said the way I dressed was practically begging for someone to fuck me,” you recanted as Fukuro's hand squeezed your hip, pulling you closer to him. He was beyond pissed as you tried to keep your composure. He had already decided how he was going to handle the situation prior to talking with you but now, now the man’s fate was sealed.

“Get behind me baby,” he whispered as you nodded, quickly doing just that, as Inunaki and Heiwajima stepped up next to Fukuro and Meian. You peered out from behind your tree of a boyfriend to see the now pale face of the man who assaulted you. His hands were up in a defensive position as he pleased for his life.

“Hey dude, let’s all settle down ok. I didn’t know she had a boyfriend alright!”

Oh hell no!

“I told you I had a boyfriend, and you still didn’t listen!” You shouted from behind Fukuro, rage now replacing your tears.

“She told you she had a boyfriend and you still touched her?” Fukuro boomed as he reached out and yanked the man up by the collar of his shirt.

“Man you must have a death wish or something,” Meian added, smirking from besides Fukuro.

“Dude whoa now, I didn’t mean anything by it. Your chick’s hot bro, you can’t blame me, can you?” the man begged, desperately trying to get out of the situation he had sunk himself into.

“Damn straight she’s fucking hot but that gives you no excuse to assault anyone!” Fukuro shouted as the man shook his head viciously.

“Whoa man, listen I apologize ok? I didn’t mean to hurt her, I was just trying to get some. You must know what that’s like?”

“Unlike you we don’t have to assault women to get them to go home with us,” Inunaki interjected as Heiwajima nodded in agreement.

“You really done fucked up man. This big guy here is our captain and you messed with his girlfriend, who just also happens to be our team’s manager,” Heiwajima added as Fukuro tightened his grip on the man.

“Let’s take this outside,” Fukuro growled as he pulled the man forward as the man protested. Pulling him forward, Fukuro headed to the back door. Meian followed close behind, noticing a small baggie fall from the man’s pants pocket.

“Yo Hirugami, wait!” Meian shouted as he bend over and picked up the baggie filled with several small pills.

“What in the actual fuck man? These are pills!”

Hirguami’s anger rose as your eyes widened at the discovery. Inunaki and Hoshiumi began to yell as your focus shifted to Fukuro, his eyes enraged as his fist tightened on the man’s collar.

Romero whistled, coming behind with Sakusa, “Fuck man I’d fucking hate to be you right now.”

Fukuro’s heated glare nearly burnt through the man’s scull as you heart sank. The silence felt like it lasted forever before Fukuro finally spoke.

“You were planning to drug my girlfriend, you fucking piece of shit I should kill you!” His arms pulled forward before he slammed the man against the back wall of the bar. You jerked a little in surprise as Hoshiumi lightly rubbed your back, reassuring you that everything was ok.

“No no! I promise those pills weren’t for her! I use then to get high bro! I would never force a woman!” He bellowed as Inunaki shook his head.

“It’s not looking good for you man.”

“I think we need go teach this fucker a lesson, wouldn’t you agree captain?” Heiwajima stated as Fukuro pulled the man, without hesitation towards the back door. Everyone parted as Fukuro, Meian, Inunaki and Heiwajima made their way to the back exit. At the door, Fukuro turned, locking eyes with you and then looking towards Romero.

“Romero!”

Romero knew exactly what his captain was asking as he quickly came beside you, grabbing your hand and leading you back towards the table.

“Come on YN let’s go sit down,” Romero calmly stated as you blindly followed, Sakusa, Ushijima and Hoshiumi following you as Atsumu, Bokuto, Hinata and Kageyama joined on your way back to the table.

“What the hell happened? Hirugami looked pissed,” Atsumu questioned as you sat down next to Romero and Ushijima.

“Here YN,” Sakusa spoke, handing you a glass of water as you smiled and thanked him.

“Some jerk grabbed YN and threw her on the ground, then insulted,” Hoshiumi explained as the men’s eyes all widened.

Atsumu whistled low, “I’d hate to be that guy right about now, fuck!”

“Yeah, and he had some fucking pills so who the fuck knows what his plan was,” Romero added as you took a sip of your water, shaken up by the whole experience.

“Fuck! Are you ok YN?” Hinata asked as you tried to produce a smile and nodded.

“I’ll be fine, just a little shaken up,” you expressed as the guys all sat around making sure nobody got within 5 feet of your table.

The minutes ticked by as you watched the back door like a hawk. It had felt like hours since Fukuro had gone outside and it was making you nervous.

You had already sobered up significantly, the whole situation hitting you like a bucket of cold water to the face.

The back door swung open as Meian, Heiwajima, Inunaki and finally, Fukuro entered. He was still enraged, his body tight as he shook his fist. You stood up, quickly running to your boyfriend as the men all followed.

“YN wait!” Someone shouted by you didn’t listen, taking off towards Fukuro. His eyes landed on you instantly as you made your approach.

Fukuro grabbed you as you flung yourself into his arms, hugging him tightly as you pulled back, checking for any damage.

“Babe your hand,” you whispered, checking out his scuffed-up knuckles as he watched you intently.

Your eyes shifted to his before he grabbed you, hauling you into a deep kiss, one that would have made anyone jealous. He grabbed your ass, squeezing and pulling you closer as you moaned into his mouth. His tongue explored as you grabbed onto his biceps, your body pressed firmly against his. Breaking this kiss, he whispered into your ear, “need you baby.”

You looked at him, wordlessly grabbing his hand and pulling him through the crowd to the back of the bar. Several of your team groaned, knowing exactly what you two were about to get up to. It wasn’t uncommon for you and Fukuro to fool around in public but tonight, tonight you knew it would be more than just a steamy make out session in the back of the bar.

You pushed the door of the unisex bathroom open, pulling Fukuro in as you locked it quickly behind you. In a second, he had you pressed against the back of the door, hands going straight for your pants as you moaned into his mouth. Fukuro was a man who knew exactly what he wanted, and he knew exactly what you craved most.

He unbuttoned your shorts, his large hand make his way to your drenched core. His long, nimble fingers gently caressing your slit, stopping to focus right where you needed him most.

“Fuck baby, so fucking wet already. Did that turn you on baby? Did knowing I kicked that guys ass make you wet?” He groaned, whispering in your ear as his finger rubbed your clit. His tongue jutted out, licking the shell of your ear sending shivers down your spine as your head fell back against the bathroom door.

“yes ‘kuro!” You moaned as he pushed a long, thick finger into your tight pussy. His hands were rough from years of volleyball but they felt so amazing inside you as they raked longingly across your sweet spot.

“fuck baby, knowing he touched knowing he touched what is mine. I wanted to kill him!” he growled as you quickly undid his buckle and unzipping his pants, pulling out his heavy, hard cock.

You slowly stroked him as he groaned, his head falling back as he picked up the pace, fingering you just the way you loved. He loved the way your soft small hand caressed him, picking up speed and teasing him. Usually, he’d say he could do this for hours but right now he needed to feel what was his.

“Turn around baby, I need to be inside of you,” he demanded pulling his finger out as you whined from the loss of pleasure. Still, you turned around and wiggled your shorts down your ass and legs, stepping out of them carefully.

You wiggled your bare ass at him as he groaned, stroking his cock and lining up with your bare cunt. He pushed in as you both moaned, your hands braced on the door as he began to move.

“Fuck baby, always so perfect for me! Such a good. Fucking. girl,” he gritted out, picking up his pace as your mouth fell slack from pleasure. Fukuro knew exactly how to fuck you, how to make you see stars every time his cock rammed into your tight pussy.

“Fuck captain, fuck me harder!” You moaned as Fukuro picked up the pace, slamming his cock into you as you cried out in pleasure against the door. You were sure whomever was outside could hear you, he’ll the entire bar may have been listening for all you know but at that moment, you could give two shits what everyone thought.

“Fuck YN, touch yourself baby, I want you to cum with me,” he whispered into your shoulder. You nodded and obeyed, snaking your hand between your thigh and rubbing your clit. You were nearly there, your body humming with pleasure as you felt the first wave hit.

You cried out as your orgasm slammed into you fast and hard, your pussy clenching his cock as his hands gripped your thighs hard, his thrusts pounding you deep and hard.

“Oh fuck, fuck baby girl!” he bellowed, slamming home one last time as you felt his cock pulse deep inside of you, your cum mixing together as it leaked down the inside of your thighs.

You both breathed heavily as Fukuro kissed your shoulder before pulling out and inspecting his work. Your pussy was perfect, twitching slightly as more of his cum poured out.

“Always the best girl baby, you did so good!” He praised as you rested your head against the door, breathing hard as you finally began to settle.

He helped you clean up before you both emerged from the bathroom. Fukuro grabbed your hand, making his way back to the table. You noticed someone standing there, faced bloodied as he held his nose with his hand, one eye black and his shirt torn.

Fukuro growled at the man as he cowered away. He had thought the jerk a huge lesson and there was no way he’d ever fuck with another woman again.

You smiled, throwing a little wave in his direction. His eyes widened at you as you leaned closer and smirked, “I guess you were right; my outfit was just begging for me to be fucked.”

Fukuro chucked back at you, before grabbing you and hauling you into a deep kiss. Breaking it, he looked down, eyes dark with lust as he spoke, “so petty princess, I love it.”

That you were.

[lycanlovingvampyre]

MAG 142 Relisten

Activity on my first listen: mowing the lawn.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, what happened there in the opening title? The recording of "Episode 142" sounds sooo different than the rest of these. Seriously, check it out, compare it to others. Was something different in the recording set-up? Is it just that Jonny didn't fully slip into his episode-title-voice...? Hm...

MARTIN: "Okay, uh, well, uh, yeah, actually; I’m a – I’m a manager. Go on." Hell yeah, fake it till you make it! Martin's made it!

STATEMENT GIVER: "There’s, uh, there’s been… I’m being harassed." MARTIN: "O-kay, um. Just, uh, just let me grab a form. Uh… one second. ... Oh, okay, okay, um… What – Would you mind telling me what happened? Uh, what they did?" STATEMENT GIVER: "He." MARTIN: (sigh) "Did he – Did he look like he hadn’t slept in about a week?" STATEMENT GIVER: "Mhm. Yep, uh" MARTIN: (overlapping) "Right." All Martin needs to know is that it is about harassment and it’s a "he" and Martin already knows who's this about.

"About five years ago, we were doin’ some work under Kentish Town. It was pretty nasty. Do you know what a fatberg is? No – uh – it – Don’t worry; Don’t look it up – Seriously, don’t." *Looking up fatberg* (I google surgeries, injuries and diseases all the time, how bad can it be?) So yeah, it's not gross to look at. There are a lot of pictures with smiling workers in the sewers proudly presenting the biggest fatberg they've found like it a huge fish they just reeled in, it’s actually very cute!

I like how the statement giver is rambling and stuttering, pausing to think and choose the next words. Especially love the stopping and starting differently and stopping again etc. It feels very genuine like a traumatic event that someone recites and it's hard for them. (Also I love the accent^^)

"Look, life went back to normal, I – I was fine. Until – about two weeks ago." That makes this especially shitty... She could have moved on.

"He just… keeps staring at me, like- oh, properly staring, like it is super intense. And, and real… weird? Like he knows me, but I sure as hell do not know him." What did Jon say last episode, "But I know you"...

"He says he works here, at the – the Magnus Institution, and I say what even is that, and he says he wants my story." Why would Jon tell her, that he works here? Jon pulled a few impulsive stunts, but this? I think this was deliberate. He wanted to be stopped because he can't do it on his own. (Also we, the audience, needed an excuse to hear about this, but it works very well for the character!)

"His eyes, like – His eyes were li-like drinking in every fragment of my misery. I can’t – It – (pause) And then it was over. And he looked – He looked at me like he’d just eaten, like, a perfectly cooked steak. You know what he said, he said 'Thank you.'" Very good picture that she paints here.

"And he’s there the whole time, just… watching me. Watching me scream and thrash and – (inhales again) He’s all eyes. He’s all eyes." He’s not all ears, he’s all eyes! xD Also Daisy already said something similar in MAG 136 when they talked about why their shared dreams have stopped. She said "Not of you and your weird eyes."

Speaking of others talking about these dreams. I think this episode was also absolutely necessary for us as audience. We know Jon makes them dream of their encounter with the Fears over and over again and that he's there to watch it. But until this point we never really knew what this meant for the victims. Until this point we have never heard how much those people suffer.

"But I feel like I’m seeing him when I’m awake, as well?" And this is new. Probably gotta do with Jon getting stronger and stronger?

"Every time I do, every time I get that – panic just rising up my throat, I see him. He’s there. Not when I look properly. But just at the edge. The corner of my eye." Remember MAG 74? "Your vision goes strange when you don’t sleep for a long time. I think it’s something to do with changing pressure on your eyeballs. You start to detect faint movements on the edges, on the periphery." For us, in rl this is a normal side effect of sleep deprivation. But here in TMA it's of course more than that.

STATEMENT GIVER: "I, I – I can’t. This place – I – I can’t be here." First that encounter with the Buried. Then Jon Archivist-ing her. And now she's come to the temple of the Eye. She felt it. Like, what Sergeant Walter Heller felt in MAG 53 when he was with Gertrude in the Archives. This intense feeling of being watched.

There is something about this, that people don't think of when it comes to the consequences of giving Jon a statement. Or at least I haven't read it anywhere. Sleep deprivation kills you. Slowly, very slowly, but it does. And for someone who can't go to sleep without having these nightmares, this is probably inevitable. Either by insomnia caused by the fear of going to sleep, or by not getting a restful sleep.

Following up on the consequences of sleep deprivation, I've once read a fanfic about the second half of S4, where everything goes just a bit more wrong. It was very hard to read, but also very good. If anyone's interested, it's this one here, Sinking Feeling: /works/26181109

MARTIN: "I mean, it’s not him, is it. Not – not really." Aarg... do I count this for the not really-counter? The stuttering "not" makes it feel a bit differently... I'll go with it! Not really-counter of S4: 8!

MARTIN: "I – can’t believe he’d choose to do something like that. No, no, I – I can’t think like that, though, I, I can’t let myself, because if, if he’s already gone, then all of this is just –" He's doing it for Jon and him alone. It's always been like this and it will continue to be like this. Martin's vote in MAG 199 is because of that very same reason. He doesn't care about others, probably doesn't care about himself. All he cares about is Jon.

MARTIN: "Mind you, Peter’s not wrong. It really is easier than actually just trying to communicate with people." Yeah... communication is hard, I get it...

DAISY: "Do you mind?" MARTIN: "Can – Can I help you…?" I think Daisy didn't get the memo that Martin is a one-man-show now xD She walks in with such a casualness...

MARTIN: "No one really talks to me anymore." DAISY: "‘Cause they reckon you’re working for the bad guy?" MARTIN: "Pretty much. Don’t you?" DAISY: "Oh, I mean, you’re definitely working for something evil, but – so are we." MARTIN: (inhale) "Yeah. Seems there’s plenty to go around, these days. (pause) It doesn’t bother you?" DAISY: "Didn’t use to." MARTIN: "And now?" DAISY: "Bothers me less than trying to go alone. At least – now it’s on my terms, better than being blackmailed into it." Very interesting conversation about how to come to terms with "doing evil work" or at least being complicit. Motivation, excuses, coping and such.

MARTIN: "It’s alright. Wasn’t you. (he inhales) Not really." Not really-counter of S4: 9!

DAISY: "No, it was. I hate a lot of what I did back then; doesn’t mean I’m not responsible for it, doesn’t mean it wasn’t me." Again, the conversation fits the theme of the episode. Daisy didn't know what was going on with that statement-giver, so it's not the obvious "We're talking about it because we just heard that statement". Martin was just wondering if it's really Jon doing it. And he doesn't want to believe it's actually Jon's choice to hunt down live statements. And here comes Daisy and she tells him the exact opposite. It was her. It was him. There is a reason why people are drawn to certain Fears. They've always did things that fit the theme of that particular Fear. It just gives them power to pursue this even more and it becomes a spiral of getting more wanting more.

Martin is so standoffish this whole time. And he's probably getting more annoyed that Daisy doesn't get the hint.

MARTIN: "I just – For god’s sake, can he not stay safe for like, like ten minutes?" DAISY: "I don’t think that’s an option for him anymore." Oh yeah, that episode was in dire need of a joke. Sadly it's gallows humor...

DAISY: "Not like there’s normal trauma, you know? But it’s pretty common. The most important thing becomes control, engaging on your own terms. Even when it’s stupid or dangerous. Anything to not feel helpless." MARTIN: "Oh, god." DAISY: "And of course, for Jon, there’s survivor’s guilt in there, too. He thinks he’s not human. Makes him very… self-destructive." Thanks Daisy, that's exactly was Martin needed to hear right now xD I wonder if this contributed to shape Martin in a way to say "no" to Jon in MAG 154. Martin didn't really believe Peter, we know that. It's probably one of Martin's daydreams that Jon comes to him and asks him to elope. But after the coffin and now this Martin probably thinks it's just one of Jon's self-destructive rash ideas especially because of the involved eye-gouging... Also yes! Trauma causes you to not feel safe anymore and therefore control becomes such an important part of your survival.

DAISY: "When Basira and I were partners, I’d see this happen sometimes. She can read a situation like no one I know, always seems to know the right move, but for all her research, she never wants to put a plan together. I think she just hates all the… unknowns, the… variables. (sigh) Contingencies. If she spots an advantage, she’ll grab it, and trust herself to figure out the details as she goes." This can go the other way as well though, so the opposite of what Daisy describes Basira to be. It can also result in overthinking and hyper-vigilance, so especially putting a plan together, thinking of all the variables and then plan those through... But I guess that's a bit boring in a story, if the characters just wait and wait, where’s the action in that?

@a-mag-a-day

[white-cat-of-doom]

White cat of doom do you have a favorite and least favorite jellylorum leotard? Also, in your opinion which griddlebone costume is the best?

Thank you for giving me an excuse to stare at Jellylorum and Griddlebone photos for a while, Anon :). Even within a respective production, there are a number of different unitards that are assigned to both the principal and Swing performers, leading to some great, subtle variation.

It is hard to pick a definitive favourite. I have always leaned slightly more towards US (Broadway) style unitards with the added yellow colour, but I do really like the UK (London) style design as well, so it is not by a wide margin. I think melding them together would be my preference, and certain productions, like Hamburg or the RCCL (and more) throughout the decades had designs that incorporated both.

The best is seen here with Katie Hahn as Jellylorum in Cast 10 of the Oasis of the Seas, and today this would be considered my favourite, as it retains the UK and US designs in some level of harmony. Plus, there is good variety of colours in the fluffies! (I am pretty sure the two pictures are not the same costume, but Katie did tend to have more colourful unitards, to me at least, compared to other RCCL Jellylorums, notwithstanding the really nice one that Jackey Good had in Cast 14).

If we want to go full colour, look no further than Japan! Here is Misaki Ono from Tokyo in 2018:

The new John Napier design used in the UK/International Tour 2022/2023 departed from the more strict UK-based design, and it will be interesting to see what future designs will look like.

In terms of least favourite, I almost feel bad giving a choice. There is a more stark white unitard that was seemingly created for the Broadway Revival in 2016 (and used through the end of US Tour 6 last year) that was used primarily for Swings that I think looks slightly off. The white is very bright and this is tied-in with the fact that the hatching and colour of the design is somewhat lacking.

Case in point, Megan Ort covering Jellylorum in the Broadway Revival and Madison Mitchell covering Jellylorum in the Equity portion of US Tour 6:

There are some great unitards that were used in the US Revival productions, however, so I cannot be too negative.

I wish we had more pictures of the very first Jellylorum unitard ever, used when London opened in May 1981 and which Susan Jane Tanner wore, as it is probably the most unique replica design. Maybe one day.

For Griddlebone, the first thing that comes to my mind is Japan. The design has a fun pink colour and unique cream-coloured armwarmers in addition to the gloves seen in other productions. I absolutely LOVE her!

Here is a photo from Tokyo in 2006 (left, I am legally obligated to show this picture when talking about Japanese Griddlebone) and one from a promo in Tokyo in 2018 with Miki Okudaira (my favourite Japanese performer).

I hesitate to call the (recent) Japanese design my favourite, however, because it is in direct competition with the greatly detailed Hamburg design (and Valentina Kozhanova in 1993) with the massive floofy tail, that I think wins by a slight margin based on the sheer drama. She has the gloves! She has the floof! She has the detailed pink corset (with added floof!) and pink shoes! The excess is there, and for Griddlebone it should not be any other way!

I also really adore the RCCL design as they were among the first ones I ever saw of Griddlebone, like Jackey Good in Cast 8. The added more jewels to the heart and made it a more noticeable pink, which is fun.

Thank you for the question!

[infisonicosm-moved]

🚨 INCOMING: SOFT JOSH THOUGHT 🚨

Hi mama Shelly! Since you’re feeling a bit out of it emotionally, I wanted to send you this little thought that’s been floating around in my head.

You’re dating Josh, and he’s a bit anxious about making your relationship public, so it causes some anxiety on your end. One night out with the guys, you’re sitting at the table when a fan approaches and is starstruck, asking everyone for a group photo and you offer to take it. The fan doesn’t question who you are until after the photo is taken and you’re asking if they’re good photos. Jake, being the goof that he is, butts in and says “oh she’s our personal photographer”, when that’s obviously not the case, and everyone laughs it off, before the fan leaves and you all go back to your night. This however, leaves you feeling a bit miffed and josh as well, but you don’t really notice until he excuses himself to go get another drink and one for you, when he gets approached by the same fan. You watch the interaction while Jake and Sam try to engage you in conversation, noticing that it bothers you. When Josh comes back, Sam instigates and asks him what she wanted. He flippantly replies saying that she asked if she could buy him a drink and possibly get his number. He laughs this off, saying he politely rejected her before taking a sip of his drink. At this point you’re annoyed, and excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. Instead of going to the restroom, you step outside and soon, you find that Josh has followed you.

He quietly asks if you’re okay, noticing your prickly demeanor. “I know you’re not fine, please talk to me.” You just sigh and rub your forehead, saying that if he can’t even disclose that he’s in a relationship to a random fan then why are you even doing this? His face falls and he quickly holds you in a tight embrace, rubbing your back soothingly. Pulling away, he stares deep into your eyes, saying that he’s so happy to have you, but is scared of putting you in the limelight and doesn’t want his relationship to be rendered to public scrutiny because he values what you two have between each other. You nod, resigned, before he purses his lips and acknowledges that he has an idea. Telling you to stay out there, he quickly leaves and returns with Jake.

“Since this dumbass made that comment about you, the tables are turning. Jake, make sure to take some good fucking pictures of me and my girl, because she looks stunning and I want to show her off!”

This leads to you two taking some very sweet photos together, before josh takes some of his own of just you. Unbeknownst to you, about an hour later your phone is blowing up, because josh had posted not only the photos of you both on his main Instagram account, with the caption “my darling girl and I spending a night out on the town.” He also the solo photos of you on his story, with similar sappy captions like “my most beautiful girl,” and “with something so gorgeous, how can I not want to show her off?” Pretty much hard-launching your relationship to the public 🥺

This is all I’m gonna think about now.

You’re an Angel thank you so much for this 🤍