#varsity bugs

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Excerpts from Brian Lynch's unmade Looney Tunes movie, Varsity Bugs.

[sweetbans29]

Teach Me: The Ask (i) - PB

Pairing: Paige Buecker x Reader

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Summary: You and Paige have been best friends for the last 6 years. You trust her completely. And it is because of that trust that you ask her a rather forward question. AKA - You ask Paige to teach you.

Warnings: best friend vulnerability, smitten Paige

Word Count: 3.5k

Teach Me Masterlist & Sweetbans Masterlist

AN: Let's do this.

It's a Tuesday afternoon when a girl from your chem class asks you out. The two of you had been talking for the past few weeks and you had gotten a vibe - at least were hoping you were getting a vibe. Turns out, you were correct. She asked you to go out that Friday night.

You are literally over the moon. Truth be told, you were never one to date in high school or the beginning of college for that matter. The high school thing never really bugged you, but once you got to college and saw how much fun your friends were having hooking up, and sort of felt like you were missing out. It was always something that lingered in the back of your mind.

The thing that always scared you was your lack of knowledge. You had never done anything sexual. You hadn't even had your first real kiss yet, talk about embarrassing. I mean you kissed Jacob in middle school spin the bottle but never counted it because it was when you learned you didn't like boys.

But now that all that is changing. Not like you are going to treat your chem date as one of the girls your friends bring home, but you also don't want to be completely clueless as to what to do if it does ever go there.

The now excitement turns into fear as you run through all the possibilities of how your inexperience could end something that hasn't even begun. In your irrational thinking, there is only one person who you can think of that could help you.

Paige Bueckers and you met in high school. Your dad was the high school girls' basketball coach, where Paige played during regular season all four years. You knew everything your dad knew about the game and were often his assistant coach even though you were also still in school. Nobody understood why you didn't continue playing after middle school and you honestly never really talked about it. All they knew was that your knowledge of the game was something that could take you places.

You were instantly impressed by Paige when she made the varsity team her freshman year. Your dad led a pretty excellent program for high school which caused families to move to your hometown to have their daughters play for him. He was also on the board of a club program which usually kept him pretty busy and you as you were always with him.

Paige was a player your dad had been following since she started middle school and playing at the club. You also had an eye on her and were impressed by how refined her skills were. So when she came and tried out for the high school team, she was tough to place. You thought she should have been on JV for a year before stepping up into varsity but your dad argued a good case as to why she should be on varsity.

She was one of 4 girls in your dad's career who had come in as a freshman and made varsity.

Paige and you actually butted heads during both of your freshman years. You would try and coach her and she would dismiss you immediately - only listening to your dad. I mean you couldn't really blame her, you were the same age as her trying to tell her how to be better at a sport you didn't play anymore.

It wasn't until the end of the season your guy's freshman year that she saw the value in you. It was during the State Class Tournament when the team was down by 10 in the last quarter and you were coaching the offense while your dad was coaching on defense. It was then that she truly saw your knowledge of the game and how you weren't just pulling stuff out of your ass.

The team won the championship - your first time and your dad's like 12th. It was after that game, while everyone was celebrating that Paige came up to you and apologized for being so dismissive all season. You told her not to sweat it and the rest is history.

The two of you became best friends sophomore year of high school. It was easy as you were a part of the team but not a player and Paige appreciated having a friend who didn't share the court with her - I mean you shared the court with her but in a completely different capacity. The two of you worked extremely well together when it came to the game and found out that you also enjoyed each other's company outside of the gym. It was like you two had an unspoken language and were able to communicate without anyone hearing a word.

Your friendship only continued to grow over the years. You became Paige's right hand when it came to playing ball - you knew the way she played like the back of your hand. You could tell her where she had gone wrong or where she could improve before she even made a move. When she committed to UConn, you knew that would be where you go. Your dad approved and you knew you could continue learning the game.

During your freshman year, you and Paige dormed together. You continued to watch her game and help her become a better player at a college level. You also got super close with her team. You fit in perfectly. For most of the time, that wasn't an issue - hanging out with the girls and spending time with them. The only time it became an issue is when you see them more than Paige. You love your best friend, but there are times when she gets a little territorial.

The first time you noticed this was in high school, it only happened once or twice but it was bad.

There was this one time during club season (about a year into your friendship) when you had gone to a tournament with your dad. Paige was playing and she knew you were going to be there. Granted, before the tourney you had told her you were going to be scooping out players with your dad. She knew you weren't there to watch her play.

As the day progressed, so did her game. She kept missing shots and couldn't get out of her head. And to top it all off - you were nowhere in sight. Paige knew that whenever she was off, you would be there to tell her exactly how she could fix it, even if it was just a knock upside her head to tell her to stop overthinking.

When she would have a moment, her eyes would scan the crowd for you but she could never find you. The frustration started to build up in her that by the end of the tournament, she didn't make a beeline to you (not that she knew where you were) rather just went straight home.

When you and your dad were finished, you looked at Paige's location on Find My Friends and noticed she was already home. Your heart sank a little seeing as she did come find you but shake it off.

A day passes and you hear nothing from Paige. Typically you wake up to a minimum of 3-4 notifications from her, whether it be texts, missed calls, or some video or meme she has sent. The next morning there was nothing.

You try and give her a call but no answer.

It is about 10am now and still nothing from Paige. You see she is at home and decide to make your way there. When you get there her dad is out working in the garage and greets you. He lets you know Paige has been out back working on her shot all morning. YOu thank him and make your way out to your best friend.

When you walk out she is locked in on a shooting drill. You stand there and watch her - already seeing what you had seen yesterday. You weren't able to watch full games for your best friend but every chance you got, you would sneak over to see how she was doing. You knew she was off and how she could adjust but every time you had an opportunity to go talk to her, your dad needed you with him.

"You're pulling your shot - your elbow and wrist aren't aligned. You lose it a second before your release causing you to shift right." You say to the girl who keeps missing about half of her shots.

Paige wants so badly to look at you and say she needed you yesterday but she still boils with an unknown anger. She says nothing.

"Paige, what's going on?" You ask when she doesn't respond - you even used her first name, and you never used her first name. Still no response from your stubborn friend as she goes up for another shot - missing it. You have seen enough.

You walk up to her, take the ball, and throw it into the yard. If she wants to play this game, she needs to know that 2 can play.

"What the hell?" She yells, finally looking at you.

Her look says more than you imagined it would. At first, all you see is the anger that she has been holding for the past 24 hours. But as you both stand there just staring at one another, you begin to see the hurt that lies behind it maybe even a hint of jealousy. There is something else in her eye but you can't quite pinpoint that one yet.

Your eyes soften as you look at the blonde in front of you, waiting for her to take the lead. You are wholeheartedly expecting her to yell at you for something you still have no idea about. And you're ready to give it right back to her.

The yelling never comes as Paige finally breaks eye contact with you and looks down.

"You weren't there." Is all Paige says. She continues to look down and behind picking at one of the nails.

"What are you talking about B?" You ask, needing her to be more specific.

"I needed you and you weren't there," she says again. You wrack your brain for what she could possibly be talking about when it clicks. Even though you saw what her issue was yesterday - you never corrected her during the game.

"That's what this is about?" You ask, your heart breaking slightly from the sight of your best friend's vulnerability. You see a switch in her flip and know you are about to get feisty Paige.

"You were at the tournament for the entire day and didn't come over to watch me for a second! That single-handedly was one of my worst tournaments and couldn't figure out what was going wrong. The day just kept getting worse. I would scan the crowd for you and you were nowhere in sight, off at some other court watching some other girl that wasn't me." She whispered the last part to herself more than you.

You wait a second, processing what she is saying and waiting to see if there is going to be anything else. When nothing else comes, you speak.

"During game three, is when you started pulling your shot. It started when no.15 from the other team fouled you midshot and you fell to the ground. That is why you missed your first free throw. Your next game was even worse - that is when you started getting in your head. Your shooting percentage was down 20% and you couldn't shake it because you were fully in your head at that point. Game 5 was the worst of them all because you had just given up on yourself. Your shot was all over the place as you were trying to adjust every single one you took. I was there P, you just couldn't see me." You say with a matter-of-fact tone.

"And it is my job to watch other athletes! You know this! That is why I started watching you," you finish looking at your best friend.

"You saw?" Paige asks.

"Of course, I saw B, you're my girl," You say using her nickname. Everyone always calls Paige either by her name or first initial. You, on the other hand, call her by her last initial. You are the only one she allows to call her by it. It started when you would only call her by her last name freshman year, never using her first name and it drove her crazy. When the two of you became best friends, you shortened it to B. She didn't know how she felt about it until you mentioned it you liked it because no one else called her that and you wanted a special nickname that only you use. Hence, her shooting daggers at anyone else who tries to call her by your nickname.

Paige's heart tugs when she hears you call her 'your girl'. That's all she really wants but values you too much to make any sort of move. She has come to terms that a friendship is all the two of you will ever have and is okay with that knowing you will always be there. But it is in moments like this that she wants more for the two of you.

She waddles over to you. You open your arms to embrace her. She walks into your arms and you hug her, she doesn't hug you back but stands there like a child with her head in your neck.

That night you spend the night at her house. The two of you have a movie night and Paige falls asleep to She's the Man and you stoking her hair.

You are running back to your apartment to see if Paige is around and find your apartment filled with girls from the team. They are all doing an IG live. You smile at the girls before you and know you need to wait to talk to Paige. You quietly make your way to your room but don't go completely unnoticed.

As you are making your way over, Paige's arm reaches back and squeezes your knee. You give her a smile and run your hands through her hair.

She lets out a little moan, not loud enough for anyone to hear except herself.

You are grateful you are covered by Azzi and another girl. There have been several times the two of you have had to mitigate dating rumors and didn't want to deal with that tonight. You head back to your room and lay on your bed scrolling through IG, waiting for the girls to finish up.

It also gives you time to think through how you want to approach talking to Paige. She is the only one you trust with something so intimate.

I mean not only is she your best friend, but since the two of you got to college she has been pretty active and I don't just mean playing ball. The two of you talked about her habits early on. She was allowed to bring girls home on weekends or after games and all you asked is that she didn't mention any details and that they were gone by the time you had to be up in the morning. Her sexual life never affected you. If you were honest, you were glad at least one of you was getting laid.

You hear the girls start saying their goodbyes and that is your cue that the live has ended and it is safe to make your way to tell them bye.

Making your way out, you head to the group. You say bye to all of them and they leave your apartment.

"How did it go?" You ask Paige as she grabs an apple and takes a bite.

"It was aight, they did a Q & A which was fun." She says as she wipes her bottom lip.

You start to feel nervous and begin fiddling with a paper on the counter.

"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" She asks noticing your nervousness. You give her a smile, always loving when she calls you pretty or any pet name really. It's endearing.

"I have to ask you something - and I don't really know how to ask it so I am just going to come out and ask," you say beginning to ramble. "You can say no, but I am only asking you because I know you and you know me and I trust you."

"Spit it out ma," she says going in for another bite of her apple.

"Willyoushowmehowtobeintimatewithagirl?" You say faster than you could breathe.

Paige chokes on her apple and begins to cough. She doesn't think she has heard you correctly.

"B, are you okay?" You ask patting her on the back. She takes a step away from you and you retreat a little yourself.

This was a bad idea, you think to yourself as you begin to feel embarrassed by the ask you have of your best friend.

"Repeat what you just said," she says, telling not asking. You open your mouth and she clarifies, "Slower this time."

You gulp, feeling even more nervous than before.

"Will you," you say with another gulp. "Will you show - teach me how to be intimate with a girl?"

Paige's mind is racing - almost as fast as her heart. She wants to say yes immediately but has done such a good job of hiding her feelings up to this point.

"You want me to show you how to fuck girls?" She asks bluntly.

You blush at her directness.

"Well that and more," you say. "You know, like what to do and what feels good. What girls like in bed and stuff but also like how to kiss and stuff." You can't look at her when you ask the last part.

Paige's head is now spinning and beginning to throb. And trust me when I say her head is not the only thing that is beginning to throb.

You begin to feel like you are asking too much of your best friend.

"B, you are the only person I trust and you know I am a literal child when it comes to being intimate with someone. I would never ask anyone else because they don't know me like you do and I know this wouldn't change anything between us." You say.

Paige is now leaning on the counter with her head in her hands. She is just trying to get the image of you, laying out before her - exposed, out of her head before she takes you right here on the kitchen counter. Her skin is buzzing.

"Paige," you begin and her head whips up. You are too caught up in your own nervousness to notice how her pupils are dilated.

"Why now?" She asks.

"A girl from one of my classes asked me out on Friday and I want to be prepared for anything," you say slightly embarrassed.

Paige's heart fills with jealousy thinking about another girl taking you out and making you laugh. Thinking about her touching you and making you moan her name.

A fire begins to burn in Paige. She is in a complete internal battle with herself. Why would she show you how to make someone else feel good? But at the same time, she absolutely hates the idea of you with someone else and if she is your first - she would at least have that.

You touch her arm as Paige's skin feels like it just went up into a burning pile of flames. When did you get so close to her?

"If this makes you uncomfortable, you don't have to do it." You say looking deep into her eyes.

She could stare into your eyes forever. You really don't know the effect you have on her. Paige would move mountains for you. She would do anything to make you happy even if it caused her pain. She would give you her last breath if it meant she got to see you smile one last time. As much as she knows this is a bad idea, she knows how much it took for you to ask her. She knows how uncomfortable you get when someone hits on you in a bar or when someone gets too close. She knows your ask is genuine because you used her first name.

Paige takes a moment to gather all of her thoughts then takes your hand.

"I'll do it," is all she says before you jump in her arms. Her arms wrap around you and she inhales the scent of your shampoo.

"Thank you so much B! I promise to be the best student ever," you say as you give her a squeeze.

She doesn't say it, but that is exactly what Paige is afraid of - you being her best. You being her best but not hers.

AN: First part down! Let me know what you think! This series will be posted every Sunday until The End is posted. I hope you enjoyed it. And as always, thank you for your love and support 💙

[sirenologyyy]

DATING MODERN!SEJANUS PLINTH!

modern!sejanus plinth x fem!reader

✮ summary: in which I live out my truth as a Sejanus Plinth truther and write modern headcanons abt him if he was your bf!

✮ author's note: why can't God make men like him anymore istfg!!! (Guys di na nakakatuwa.)

✮ warnings: cussing cuz yeah

modern!sej who's basically just a POC Peter Parker variant, they're so alike it is sickening.

modern!sej who's had a crush on you since the start of high-school when you and him wound up in the clinic because he had a bad case of influenza and you had a stomach bug.

modern!sej who'd drag Coryo around the campus just so they'd bump into you. (you'd smile and he'd greet hello with three consecutive O's and Coryo was not pleased, often rolling his eyes at Sejanus' giddy grin when you'd be a few steps past them.)

modern!sej who listens to you ramble and talk his ear off with conspiracy theories, realizations, gossip, chiming in every now and then. (He usually tells you off for talking people behind their back but he loves it gossip as much as you do if not more.)

modern!sej who I personally feel like is into a ball sport nobody would expect him to be in to (like volleyball) and he's one of the most kick-ass players out of the entire team and whenever there'd be matches against other schools you'd be cheering the loudest yk and you'd be wearing his Jersey and all that HEDGSHSH.

modern!sej who'd sometimes switch seats with Coryo when the teacher in the class he's in does a count off for groupmates just so he'd be grouped with you.

modern!sej who loves spoiling you with his dad's money just because he can and he absolutely will.

"Sej, just because I tried all these clothes on does not mean I have the intention of buying them."

"Well you aren't buying them, I am. Plus if I'm not getting them for you now, sooner or later you'll have them all in your closet somehow."

modern!sej who loves taking you to aquarium dates to go see the jellyfish and the sharks.

modern!sej who plans out everything he'll say to you in his mind before he says them out loud so he doesn't end up embarrassing himself in front of you.

modern!sej who always gives you the bigger half when he breaks food into two parts.

modern!sej who is DEATHLY afraid of heights. (When you first started dating you joked about how everyday was practically a living hellscape for him because he was so tall.)

modern!sej who's saved the most dazzling contact photo of you while you just have a horrendously lighted 0.5 pic of him you took at 5 in the morning.

modern!sej who'd purposefully drop sordid drawings he managed to doodle in the middle of class into your backpack so during the next period you'd find them and you'd start giggling to yourself and your classmates would give you stares.

modern!sej who is definitely the big spoon (but wouldn't be opposed to being the little spoon either.)

modern!sej and you who would pass notes in the middle of class as well, even if you two were at the very back of the classroom and sitting next to eachother.

Arachne's voice is making me want to kill myself

Don't say that, that's mean

Oh come on Sejanus, even you aren't too saintly to admit her voice sound terrible

Fine, I guess it's sorta irritating

Her voice sounds like if a dog's squeaky toy crawled off to have sex with a bagpipe

(then you two would burst out into silent laughter.)

modern!sej who is SUCH a fucking nerd (he's one of the top 5 highest grading students in your year, in decathlon, the debate team, men's volleyball varsity, the school paper) sometimes when he recites in class he'll subtly glance your way to see your reaction to his answer.

modern!sej who let's you pick out as many books you want from the library he has conjoined to his room. (When he gets them back there are ALWAYS annotations scrawled out on translucent sticky notes.)

modern!sej who is anxious af and he always fidgets in his seat whenever he's stressed or worried or scared and you'd let him doodle on your hands to make him feel better (plus I think he's really good at drawing too.)

modern!sej who will absolutely drive you to McDonald's if you're hungry at 3am (chances are he's hungry too.)

modern!sej who is obsessed with old film cameras and digital cameras, most often than not you're his subject and every other photo in his camera roll is a candid picture of you.

modern!sej who can recite every riff off word by word of the Pitch Perfect trilogy without missing a beat.

modern!sej who'd bring you baked goods whenever you were upset saying they were made by ma plinth, but in truth, were made by him.

modern!sej who wonders every second of every day how you ended up with him.

modern!sej who gets jealous when you hang out with festus or felix a little too long after class. But never makes it obvious.

modern!sej who's funny unconventionally. His sense of humour dosen't make everyone laugh but it sure as hell will get a snort and a giggle out of you.

modern!sej who'd eat the things you'd pick off of your food. (olive theory HDHSHSH)

modern!sej who remembers the littlest things about you too, how you take your coffee, the certain type of pens you prefer, your favorite author, your favorite type of flower, favorite swear word.

modern!sej who'd never hesitate to help you with schoolwork if you were having a hard time understanding the topic. (He won't stop until he makes sure you have a firm grasp on the topic and you're convinced he could make an amazing teacher.)

modern!sej who looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

modern!sej who'd blush whenever ma plinth would bust out his old baby photos whenever you'd come over to their house.

modern!sej who'd participate in cringy couple tiktok trends if it would make you happy.

modern!sej who'd get incredibly competitive just to win you a prize at the carnival.

modern!sej who collects little trinkets that match the color of your eyes and randomly give them to you.

modern!sej who'd listen to you yap and find it adorable

modern!sej who loves photobooths and would always convince you to take photos with him. (Your go to pose is to flip the camera off.) Then you'd get the top half and Sej gets the bottom half.

modern!sej who hates coffee and loves to drink tea (he dosen't do well with caffeine.)

modern!sej who is a sore loser when it comes to card games.

modern!sej who'd write prose and poetry about you (but he wouldn't dare show it, he wouldn't want to make you cry.)

modern!sej who is a GOD at karaoke (he also may or may not be a Broadway kid)

modern!sej who'd instantly agree and laugh when you'd send him things and say "this is so us."

modern!sej who would come over to your house whenever he'd get into a fight with his dad, he'd get so angry while trying to let go of all the pent up emotions he'd start crying and you're always there to comfort him.

modern!sej whose love language is acts of service, would always without a doubt be up for anything, he'd always be there when you need help, whatever the job calls for Sej seems to be always overqualified. When you feel like the world is against you he'd remind you that it's him and you against the world, neither of you were going to be alone in this fight anymore as long as you had eachother. (Then you'd laugh and tell him how incredibly cheesy it was.)

modern!sej who loves watching films, so more often than not you two would be found at the movie theater munching on some free popcorn because the guy that works the concessionaire stand knows you guys well enough to just give you guys free food.

modern!sej who is a munch. Enough SAID.

[anon-sect]

I'm just looking to be turned into a bodybuilders pecs. I don't care I'd it's slow or instant. I just want to be a big pair of pecs on a sweaty bodybuilder.

Picture source: @secretladyobservation

"Are you serious?" Talvert asked his younger friend of two years. He had a strange request that was partly doable, but he wondered why he would even request it.

"I am very serious. I really want this, please, Talvert." Jamison request with even more varsity in his voice. He found his friend's body so hot that he wanted to be part of it. He wanted to be part of his pecs. He wasn't going to take no for an answer.

"But why? Don't you like being human?" Talvert asked back, wanting to know why his friend would even want to lose his humanity just to be part of his body.

"I just want to so badly. Please take me." Jamison pleaded, even to the point of on his knees before his friend.

Talvert didn't know what to think about it. He wanted to say no, but he knew Jamison would keep begging. He would keep bugging him about it till he said yes. The only way to get some relief from it was to give him what he wanted. But he would try to discourage the request one more time. "If i were to do it, I would keep you part of my body forever. You would be trapped in my pecs. I would not speak with you. You would just be my personal property on my body, and I would treat you as such. Now, do you really want that?" He explained and asked. He hoped that his response would make him change his mind.

Despite all Talvert said, Jamison would not be persuaded otherwise. "My mind is made up. Either you do it, or I bother you till you do. Your choice. I want this so badly." He reiterated back to his friend.

Talvert saw in order for him to get some peace. He would have to quiet his younger friend for good about his request. "Okay, you got it. Suck in one of my nipples and I will do the rest." He commanded. He watched as Jamison obeyed him. He started sucking on the left nipple. As he was sucking, he grabbed hold and started shrinking Jamison. He then started to absorb him into his left pectoral at the same time. In less than a few minutes, Jamison was gone. He now had an addition to his pectoral muscles.

True to his word, Jamison watched as Talvert didn't say a single word to him once he was part of his pectoral muscles. He was Talvert's property now. Yet, truthfully, he would not have it any other way. This was what he wanted. He was now part of his friend's hot body. He didn't care if Talvert never spoke to him again. As long as he was part of his body, that was all that mattered.

Talvert sort of liked the additional muscle mass added to his body. There was no way to reverse the effect. Jamison was now his. He hoped his lost friend found it to he exactly as he expected to be. He couldn't tell since he was nothing but muscle mass now. Either way, he would enjoy his friend's sacrifice to his body.

[moncharrow]

water polo player! abby

a/n: hey!! i know i said id be posting for ellie first but this thought hasn't left me for a month. i love the though of this oh my god i am feral. thanks for reading! rb or comment to support a lil fic author :) also i'm gonna be referring to water polo as a super gay sport and that's because it is xoxo i mean high contact with buff women. like.

-content/warnings: 1.4k, mentions of contact sport violence, smut scenes (strap, riding abby, nickname 'beautiful', semipublic sex in a locker room, fingering, oral (both receiving), gn reader but has a pussy, mentions of roughhousing in water/ drowning (not really drowning but yk)

men dni.

water polo is one of the most intense sports- it's high contact, rough, with a high probability of being punched, getting a black eye, etc

but when you're as buff as ms abby anderson here, it's not as big of a deal

there aren't really many set positions in wp, but the most important one is center- placed front-and-center of the goal, they're the person everyone looks to to get a good shot

center has to be dependable, strong, and fast

abby is perfect! her drive is amazing (ahem ahem) and she's constantly swimming like crazy to get into position so her team can rely on her

she started in high school, learning the ropes and getting to know the sport

got crazy good, and was definitely a very proud varsity athlete. she knows she's good, so why shouldn't she flaunt a bit?

im gonna be honest she absolutely wore her varsity jacket for way too long during freshman year in college

she joined her collegiate team (possibly on a small grant/scholarship) and met the most amazing team

it's hard to be queer in sports a lot of the time, but her entire team is queer/allied!! she has a space to be herself which she really appreciates

she blossoms on that team

every girl at her college absolutely drops their panties for her im not even kidding. its not even that fun to her because she just wants someone to love, not just a hookup

((that doesn't mean she rejects them all though))

the pretty center draws crowds to the natatorium

and that includes you, of course

you're a friend of the goalie and you're not all that into sports, but once you hear that the hot girl you've been thirsting over in org. chem is there?? it's all over, goodBYE

you are seated right in the action, front row of the bleachers, cheering in school colors, pretty eyes glimmering in the bright sun, sweat drops dripping down the front of your shirt

abby is fully focused on her game but when she's benched she gets a liiiiiittle distracted ngl

like i said though, she's mostly game face

but after a win? she feels like she's never lost. she's pure confidence and she decides to keep the streak going and see if she can successfully get your number

it's slightly awkward because when abby gets closer she sees that wow you are so much more attractive than she first thought when she had chlorine water in her eyes

so she just doesn't ask you out lolol she bails and bugs the goalie about you for the week leading up to the game, asking who you are, if you're coming next time, if you like this or that

her hands are so large and strong from gripping that ball... just imagine what they could be used for !

her thighs are absolutely massive- she has to stay above the water somehow, and the kicking she has to do has sculpted her into a thunder-thigh goddess

eating her out is insane because she fucking clamps down on your head with her thighs LMAO

broad shoulders that you can hold while riding her

strong shoulders that you grip and squeeze onto for dear life every night before a game as she plows into you for "good luck"

-the room is filled with the rhythmic slapping of her skin against your thighs as she grips your hips and bucks up into you.

"taking it so well for me, huh? my little good luck charm..." and you can't say anything. you just whine as you feel every muscle in her body working overtime to treat you just right

the veins in her forearms throb and pop out as she bounces you up and down, touching and squeezing and groping everywhere she can. she looks up at you cheekily, biting her lips and grinning. "there we go, beautiful, look 't you go"

"i'll be sore tomorrow" she says. it isn't a complaint. she says it's her favorite workout

yeah she says she's done but she's also finger fucking you in the locker room during half-time

-"sorry coach, i'll be quick, i promise!" abby lifts herself out of the pool with pure upper body strength, muscles tensing and water dripping off her like some kind of lesbian wet dream. when she promises haste, she means you'll be quick, because you know the drill. you're already amongst the rows of lockers as abby pushes you against them, sliding past your underwear and shoving her fingers in. her thumb is on your clit, middle and ring fingers finding your g-spot immediately and going at it relentlessly. "think you can do 5 minutes for me, beautiful?

-you can because she won't accept anything else. you're cumming all over her fingers, groaning at the overstimulation as she fucks you through it. when you're done, she pulls out, inserting her fingers into her mouth and cleaning them. you shoot her a playful dirty look as she jogs back out the locker room door

-"thanks for the pep talk, babe!" girl.

she wins every game and says it's because of you

it's sweet, but she's just that good of an athlete

but if you met her because you play too? oh get ready for a whole 'nother world

you're her defense during practice, in the trenches with her and jumping over her shoulders to make sure she doesn't get the ball

but she'll do petty shit to fluster you, like turning and kissing your shoulder and holding your hand in the middle of wrestling for position like ???

-"anderson!" the team captain reprimands. she gives a cheeky smile and puts her game face back on, pinching your thigh underwater where nobody can see

water polo players' love language is straight up drowning people. like the coach yells for everyone to meet him in the corner of the pool and instead she's fucking barrelling toward you, wanting to pull you under

when you're waiting to practice throwing the ball into the goal, she'll slide under the surface and tug at your ankles to pull you

when you come back up, she's giggling like a child and acting like it was another teammate

-"abby, i know it was you, you idiot!" you say, grinning

despite not really having jerseys like in other sports, abby will have you wear her team merch with logos

you wear last year's team shirt to bed, her flannel pants to class, her two-piece tops when you go to the beach with her

you go crazy for her when she's in her polo suit. they're tight so that players can't get grabbed, but it's tight in all the right places

it showcases abby's broad shoulders and slutty waist, curving around her chest and tastefully contouring her back muscles

thank god for this sport, you think

she always complains about how the suit rides up her butt, giving her a slight wedgie, but it gives you perfect access to her tight ass

smacksmacksmack

-"can you hold off for one minute, babe?"

-"no."

it's like there's no person attached to that ass. and she's just as obsessed with yours dw! she uses those big hands to grasp your entire cheek and land a harsh slap! on there that makes you jump. she just smiles n laughs

water polo! abby who takes you out to dinner after games and ends up stealing your food because "ohmygodbabeimsohungryyoudontevenunderstand"

it's like she's never eaten

speaking of eating... (im sorry)

she will throw your legs open when she eats you out. if you try to shut them she'll use the full force of her forearms to pin your thighs down and dig her face deeper in your pussy, sucking and licking like a woman starved

who wrote that. i didn't. anyways..

you put her hair up in a fishtail braid for her !! then she'll ask you to put her swim cap on and give you a cute smile when you screw it up

-"i fucked it up! sorry!"

-"babe it looks great" while she's tucking all her shorter hairs into the bottom of it

if her team is winning by a lot, she'll mess around a bit and point at you after she scores a goal, and you roll your eyes and your face feels hot because she's so ridiculous

but you do feel a lil special.

anyways water polo abby mi amor :3333 take me in the locker room

[mvltisstuff]

hi!! omg so would you ever mind doing a one-shot where buck is like capital W Wasted and is flirting with reader (but reader has always had a crush on him) so when he complements them they’re all like “buck, you’re being mean.” and he’s all offended and confesses everything but the reader isn’t too sure how real it is?

you can 100% control the ending, your vision is so *chefs kiss*

THANK YOU SO SO MUCH !

i wish you were sober - e.b

summary: request

evan buckley x reader

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a/n: i’m so sorry this is like weeks late, but i hope it’s enjoyed regardless. 🫶

as if she were a high school freshman seeing the QB of varsity football that she never, ever had a chance with, y/n’s heart would dangerously speed up whenever buck walked into the room. let alone when he did anything. if he brushed past her, or if he placed a hand on her shoulder, it left y/n begging to not be left crumbling on the floor. she could tell buck knew, too, but both their egos stood in the way. y/n was just too embarrassed to let the words come out of his mouth, and buck figured he would ruin anything between them. so, he left it where it was. he didn’t touch her or try to turn a new light on.

he did, however, know how to drink, and he knew it all too well.

he’s not an alcoholic, but he knows how to have a good time with the right amount of shots and continuously ordering more drinks for everyone. everyone watched his intake get bigger and more, but they didn’t both to stop him. if buck wants to have a good time and let loose by drinking, they just have to let him or even join him.

usually, y/n has no problem ordering her cocktail and sitting at the bar with her coworkers. but recently, it’s all be off like a glitch in the system. nothing has been the same since she noticed the pounding in her chest and the screaming in her mind whenever buck walked into the room. seriously, it was becoming a problem. she needed to cool it down, and she was scared of what might happen if she let her courage be defined by liquor.

“can someone tell y/n to drink, please? i can’t stand to see her wallowing in the corner.” chimney asks, dipping his chip into the salsa before shoving it into his mouth.

“don’t act like you wouldn’t be prying the glass out of my hands. besides, i barely got the drinking memo, i just wanted to go home!”

“what’s got you all moody?” eddie teases.

“i’m not moody,” y/n grumbles, taking a sip of the drink she surely doesn’t want, but the tipsy buck had ordered it for her. eddie turns around, shaking his head and getting up to grab another beer from the counter. “where is buck, anyway?”

“he kinda ran off somewhere, we think he’s trying to get his friend who works here a discount because he knows him.” chimney tells y/n, nodding off to whichever direction buck might have went in.

y/n’s always happier when bucks around, whether she wants to admit it or not. he’s like a bug, clinging to you but in the best was possible, a way that makes you want him to never go away. the buzz in your ear is never obnoxious, and he somehow manages to make you feel so much lighter in the world.

but, tonight, y/n’s not sure if she wants him around. she doesn’t want to watch his relentless charm go over everyone in the bar, knowing that he’ll never want her the same way. it’s getting exhausting, watching girls hang off of him knowing that buck will never be y/n’s.

still, buck manages to find his firefly, his closest friend (he won’t admit that it’s more).

he swoops into her conversation and tries to bring his usual brightness back, but she just seems frustrated with him. the air between them feels tense and as if y/n fears him, or resents him. she can’t let herself go around him anymore.

“y/nnnn!” buck drags out, leaning on his hand which rests on the shiny bar.

“what, buck?” she turns her head, only the corner of her mouth lifting up to play along with his antics.

“come on, i think i deserve a whole smile, huh? we both know how pretty it is.”

“what?” she stumbles over her words, unable to figure out why he’s suddenly doing this.

“i love making you laugh, y/n, because i just get to see your cute face light up.”

“buck, what are you talking about-“ y/n laughs, but she’s silently letting her heart crack more at every word he says. she can’t handle him saying this and then leaving it to be false reality. he keeps going. he doesn’t stop. the compliments are consistent, and normally they’d be appreciated.

tonight is different.

tonight, y/n doesn’t feel like listening to buck make up fake things to say about her. she doesn’t feel like listening to things that he’ll forget about in the morning. things that mean the world to her, but nothing to him.

she finds herself sneakily lurking outside the bar, her coat on and the light wind biting at her nose. LA doesn’t normally get too cold, but the chilliness in the air is making her rub her hands together anxiously for warmth. she dials through her phone, searching for her uber app in any way to get home.

“you think you’re sneaky? why you leaving?” buck hiccups, his thick soles crunching the pebbles beneath his feet.

“i’m going home, buck. i’m not playing this game tonight.”

“what game? we can play games, we can play pool!”

“you barely have enough coordination to stand here, i doubt you can play pool.”

“alright, well, goodnight to you, too. what did they put in your drink?”

“have you ever thought that you’re the problem?”

“oh, way too often, pretty girl,”

“stop,” she whispers.

“why?”

“don’t say that. that’s just mean, buck.”

“what’s mean? the fact that i love you or the fact that we’re standing out here in the cold when we could be having fun inside?”

“buck, enough.”

“i’ll say it again, i love you! i don’t know who else has to hear it for you to listen to me!”

“stop saying that! you’re the one playing a fucking game with me. you’re saying all this to flatter me and then tomorrow, you’re gonna wake up as if nothing happened. you’re gonna remember the shots you took, not the words you threw at me.”

his drunken eyes start to fall, looking deadly as he stares y/n in the eye. “but what if i mean it?” he says, his voice having a tinge of sadness to it.

“i don’t believe you.”

“you should.”

“well, that doesn’t fix everything, buck. if you really love me, tell me when you’re sober.”

she turns on her heel with her freezing hands in her pockets, and the image of her genuinely angelic face fades out of sight. the only thing that buck is left with is the sounds of car tires crunch against the cold concrete and a decision to make.

[finnleyandsillys]

Goofy little guy ngl

Sorry if the text is illegible- (important text↓)

Employee 432 : Time Keeper/Settings person

Age:?

Pronouns: They/It’s

Status: Dead

-embodiment of silly chaos

-’best friends’with the player (self given title)

-Torments Norvin (In a silly way)

-Is the result of the game bugging out with them in it (they had consciousness of the game)

-Had nothing to do with the Skip button but used it to its advantage

-They did make the confusion ending though

-Basically the game’s personal debugger (and bugger)

-Its voice is just garbled static and groans so they write rather then talk

- Only Norvin and (Unnamed Curator) understand it

Yes, it is wearing a varsity jacket. No, it didn't make it. Yes the sides are hand embroidered. And by hand I mean by hand. It suffered to look cool.

[mostlysignssomeportents]

This day in history

On OCTOBER 23 at 7PM, I'll be in DECATUR, presenting my novel THE BEZZLE at EAGLE EYE BOOKS.

#20yrsago HOWTO break Google Print DRM https://web.archive.org/web/20041011120549/http://vitanuova.loyalty.org/weblog/nb.cgi/view/vitanuova/2004/10/07/2

#15yrsago Japanese court overturns Winny ruling, says file-sharing software is legal even if used for infringement https://web.archive.org/web/20091009232138/http://mdn.mainichi.jp/mdnnews/national/news/20091008p2a00m0na016000c.html

#15yrsago Robert E Howard collection, HEROES IN THE WIND: revisit your heroic past https://memex.craphound.com/2009/10/08/robert-e-howard-collection-heroes-in-the-wind-revisit-your-heroic-past/

#10yrsago Sore losers: How casinos went after two guys who found a video poker bug https://www.wired.com/2014/10/cheating-video-poker/

#10yrsago Fixing the unfixable USB bug https://www.wired.com/2014/10/unpatchable-usb-malware-now-patchsort/

#10yrsago 20 meaningful things you can do about climate change http://thischangeseverything.org/twenty-things-you-can-do-to-address-the-climate-crisis/

#10yrsago 10% of Americans have 10 or more alcoholic drinks every day https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/wonk/wp/2014/09/25/think-you-drink-a-lot-this-chart-will-tell-you/

#10yrsago $35 Firefox OS smartphone – back to the drawing board https://arstechnica.com/gadgets/2014/10/testing-a-35-firefox-os-phone-how-bad-could-it-be/

#5yrsago For the first time ever, taxes on the 400 richest Americans were lower than taxes on everyone else https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2019/10/06/opinion/income-tax-rate-wealthy.html

#5yrsago Supreme Court greenlights lawsuit over Amazon’s wage-theft from warehouse workers https://www.reuters.com/article/us-usa-court-amazon-com/u-s-supreme-court-rejects-amazon-warehouse-worker-wage-appeal-idUSKBN1WM1FI/

#5yrsago Bernie Blindness: a subreddit for noting the way press narratives ignore or smear Bernie Sanders https://www.reddit.com/r/bernieblindness/top/

#5yrsago Checkm8: an “unstoppable” Iphone jailbreaking crack https://arstechnica.com/information-technology/2019/09/developer-of-checkm8-explains-why-idevice-jailbreak-exploit-is-a-game-changer/

#5yrsago After an injunction against Pacifica radio, New York’s WBAI is back on the air https://twitter.com/2600/status/1181423565389942786

#5yrsago How the “Varsity Blues” admissions scam punished deserving, hard working kids so that mediocre kids of the super-rich could prosper https://memex.craphound.com/2019/10/08/how-the-varsity-blues-admissions-scam-punished-deserving-hard-working-kids-so-that-mediocre-kids-of-the-super-rich-could-prosper/

#5yrsago Facebook’s 2016 election billboards: Buy all your elections with us! https://twitter.com/MarietjeSchaake/status/1180166896294887424

#5yrsago Podcast: Why do people believe the Earth is flat? https://ia601006.us.archive.org/35/items/Cory_Doctorow_Podcast_311/Cory_Doctorow_Podcast_311_-_Why_do_people_believe_the_Earth_is_flat.mp3

#5yrsago The cloud vs humanity: Adobe terminates every software license in Venezuela, keeps Venezuelans’ money https://helpx.adobe.com/la/x-productkb/policy-pricing/executive-order-venezuela.html

Tor Books as just published two new, free LITTLE BROTHER stories: VIGILANT, about creepy surveillance in distance education; and SPILL, about oil pipelines and indigenous landback.

[missmagooglie]

(First) Seven Sentences Sunday!

I am trying something new, and attempting to post a WIP on a weekly schedule! Here's the first chapter of that Buddie omegaverse thing I've been posting about (which now has a title! yay!)

Snippets have been posted here, here, here, and here

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How Long Do You Wanna Be Loved? ('Cause I'm Never, Never Givin' You Up)

“Diaz.”

Eddie looks up blearily at his baseball coach from the locker room bench where he's been fumbling at the laces of his cleats for the past few minutes, his fingers clumsy and slow through the haze of whatever bug he's coming down with.

“Yeah, Coach?” he replies, trying his best to sound alert.

“I'm heading out. You ok to get home, kid? You were lagging out there today.” Coach's brows are pinched faintly with concern, but he's already got his bag slung over his shoulder and looks anxious to get home. “If you need a ride -”

“Nah,” Eddie says. “I still gotta shower, and I can't leave my bike overnight. I don't live too far, it's fine.”

Coach frowns, but accepts Eddie declining the offer. “Rest up, ok?” he says. “We're gonna need that arm of yours for the game Friday. And hustle if you can. Varsity's got practice this afternoon, they'll be in any minute.”

read the rest on AO3

Tag list under the cut. Drop me a note if you'd like to be added or removed!

@onyxmoonstone @daffi-990 @lover-of-mine @pleasestopdeletingmyaccount @coatedpanda16 @littleblackraincloudofcourse @littlefruitybastard @idealuk @blackberry-l @imabtastic @indiearr @machtaholic @zahlibeth, @ladydorian05 @piratefalls @poetry-protest-pornography @911-on-abc @robinplume @mattsire @coatedpanda16

[sollucets]

get to know me tag

as tagged by @ranchthoughts, @twig-tea, and @troubled-mind! thank u everyone 💜🥰

do you make your bed? literally never!

what's your favourite number? 52. i picked it as a child and i don't remember why, but it pleases me still

what is your job? i'm a humble lil grocery store employee

if you could go back to school, would you? if i could quit my job and go to school and still have my same money, then yes, i should think so, but that's super not happening! it might be nice to have a second degree. i think history would be fun

can you parallel park? yes i can! i used to have to do it every day to park in front of my last house. >:c

a job you had that would surprise people? i think all of my jobs have been either rather generic or right on the nose for what people would expect of me so probably not. i was a nighttime gas station attendant for a fair bit of college, which could be a surprise i guess? everyone always goes ":0 but werent you scared????" and like, no, not most of the time, but sometimes you do it scared yknow

do you think aliens are real? yes, but real in a way that there are many real things i can't see and don't understand (protons, gender, etc)

can you drive a manual car? i could do that once and probably still can, but it's been a long long time since i practiced

what's your guilty pleasure? as far as media goes, i do my very best not to have things like this. if i feel bad about liking it i generally do not like it for very long. i would say the closest is being into kpop, but it's not like i keep that a secret, i just dont really want to engage with kpop fandom, so i dont often post or talk about it publicly. a real guilty pleasure is that i like cherry pepsi too much

tattoos? i have one; he's on my left forearm & he's an abstract little spaceman with a fern for a head. i call him my cosmonaut. i have plans for more but i never have the time or money lately

favorite color? we know this one already surely. 💜

favorite type of music? ohh, i don't like to discriminate hehe. my very favoritest songs usually have fun harmony or funky rhythms, though, and it's best if i can sing along

do you like puzzles? sure! i used to have a book of fairy puzzles when i was a kid that i love dearly even now

any phobias? i am afraid of all bugs, but i can be a grownup about most kinds of them. i Cannot be a grownup about moths or centipedes, which i am terrified of (using those words will cause this post to be filtered for me on tumblr). i try not to kill them if i can avoid it, since it isnt their fault i'm like this, but i,,, i really can't, i'm useless if i see one. when id find centipedes in my room at my last house i wouldnt be able to sleep.

favorite childhood sport? i did tennis all of middle and high school, explicitly because of ryoma echizen prince of tennis lol. i was on varsity! i also figure skated as a kid. both are still fun when i get the chance

do you talk to yourself? oh yes all the time. i keep odd hours so i used to accidentally wake my roommate cause i just kind of absentmindedly chatter abt everything

what movies do you adore? i am not really a movie person if i'm perfectly honest; i don't watch them often as an adult. from my childhood my favorite movies were kenneth branagh much ado about nothing, the princess bride, pokemon 2000, and return of the king

coffee or tea? neither, i dont like most hot drinks. apple cider is ok now and again but i usually drink it cold, and im horribly picky about hot chocolate

first thing you wanted to be growing up? i changed this answer all the time as a kid and i have records of me doing so in my old notebooks lol! answers i know about include "pilot", "author", "dragon", and "eowyn"

this one seems like it might be a little personal so im shy to tag people hehe. go ahead and put me down if you want to do it though; i will be happy to know :)

[deepwaterwritingprompts]

BORDERLINE - Beta Reader Applications Open

Good morning noon and night everyone! If you’ve been following me for any amount of time at all, you’ll know I’ve got a manuscript I’ll be looking to traditionally publish within the year. Applications to become a beta reader for this manuscript - BORDERLINE - are now open. Please read the following post carefully before submitting an application.

Borderline is a Young Adult manuscript of ~99,000 words. It is a story told from four perspectives, following a group of teenagers living in a strange town called Florida as they attempt to rescue a long lost friend from beyond the veil between worlds. The back page and other introductory tidbits can be found at the bottom of this post, under the cut.

Borderline is a manuscript with themes including cosmic/eldritch horror, mystery, and adventure. There are elements of romance, but this is not a main focus/theme of the book.

Content warnings include: body horror/descriptions of injuries, unreality, hallucinations, insects/bugs, brief mention of sex, brief mentions of religion, brief mentions of underage drinking, brief mentions of firearms. *descriptions of body horror all fall in some way under the category of unreality.

Borderline features multiple mixed POC/Queer characters.

Applications will close at the end of this week (Friday the 24th), and successful applicants will be sent a link to begin the novel on the following Monday. As stated, the manuscript is almost 100,000 words long. The beta period will be eight weeks long, with comments on the final chapter due by Monday April 24. If you have doubts about your ability to finish a manuscript of this length in this amount of time, please do not apply.

I am not looking for line by line grammar edits. I am looking for general thoughts chapter by chapter, if you enjoyed the book overall, and if there were any instances where things were unclear or confusing. 

Below, you will find the link to submit an application. The application is eight questions long. Not all of the questions are required, but answering all of them will help your application. Please note that there is NO answer which will exclude you from being considered. As with my previous manuscript, I am looking for a range of experiences and backgrounds, so please answer honestly. I will be taking between three and five beta readers, depending on interest and variety of applications.

Please also note that if you are uncomfortable providing an email address, this does NOT need to be your personal email. The portal through which I host my manuscripts for beta (beta books) requires an email for access and providing feedback. This can be a temporary account created by you in order to participate.

Finally, if you do end up helping with beta, please remember that you're under no obligation to like the book. I like the book. If you hate it, that's your opinion, and I don't mind at all. But please give me honest beta. 

If you have any questions about the manuscript, or the beta process, please feel free to message me here!

Here is the link to apply

Please fill out the form by the end of this coming Friday, February 24th. I will post a reminder before applications close. See below the cut for back page and other tidbits previously posted to this blog.

BACKPAGE:

FLORIDA, Florida is a strange place. Tucked away into a corner of the state’s forgotten coast, all the locals know it stands on a borderline, where the veil is thin and mysterious forces wander alongside the human population. 

LIN O’LEARY, 17, is a high school dropout now working at the world’s weirdest convenience store. Six years after the disappearance of her best friend and childhood crush, Lin tries not to think about Momo Kasahara, keeps her head down, and regularly ignores the seven foot entity desperately seeking instant oatmeal. 

BO KASAHARA is the remaining twin, a high school junior balancing nihilism with varsity sports and mandatory pancake breakfasts. If he could only stop waking up on the beach without any idea how he got there, he might actually make it to graduation, and a university far away from the hometown that ate his sister. 

JULIEN TRUE is ambition on legs, lugging a bag full of spirit tracking equipment down Florida’s quiet streets. Determined to shoot his first miniseries before college starts, he’s fine with the creepy motel and unhelpful locals, as long as he learns something, anything about the Kasahara girl. 

When a grown up Momo appears like a ghost in Lin’s convenience store, the three of them are united in the search for answers about the borderline that might help them rescue her. Because Momo Kasahara is not a ghost at all.

MOMOKO KASAHARA is impossible to find, and pissed about it. Stuck somewhere outside of reality, she’ll try anything and everything to pass the endless hours, survive another day. The forest is hiding something from her, the sky is always gray, and her neighbors don’t have faces. It’s save herself, or become something that can never go home.

SELECTED CHAPTER TITLES

100% humidity feels like breathing underwater.

Cloudy with a chance of hotdogs (haunted).

The girl in the grocery store is usually me.

Did you or did you not bring my seven dollars and eighty five cents.

So drink good health, you sailors!

I’m going to waterboard you with tartar sauce.

Ittekimasu.

Power ten in ten!

Rorschach drew his own inkblots.

I’d like to solve the puzzle.

I live in this bathroom now, actually.

No crying over what now?

Hi nauseous, I’m dad.

Three blind mice.

Lin O’Leary has left the building.

Ouroboros.

CHARACTER PLAYLIST

[capitalisticveins]

There's this question that's been bugging me for a while. How would one go about writing Honey and Guy angst? I can't picture a angsty scenario with those two. The only thing close to angst i can imagine with them is hurt/comfort.

(definitely asking for no reason! It's not like I would want to write a fic about them. Absolutely not! You're crazy!!!)

I’ve been wanting to write angst for them for like a month now, but my laptop charger hasn’t come in so I can’t write at all, HOWEVER I do have a scenario in my head.

I’ve said this scenario before but incase no one saw it, I hc Honey as the type to go crazy in high school or college. Straight A student, never late to class, honor roll, varsity team, scholarship stuff. I hc Guy as the type to literally be okay with a D-. If it’s not a F hes cool. Best class was English, it was a miracle he graduated on time.

See where I’m going with this? With Honey studying for finals and taking so much shit seriously, Guy would be bored. They usually hang out before or after classes, or even text, but Honey brushed all that off for studying. SO Guy would do what Guy does best and distract them until they’re convinced to hang out with him. Great plan, right? Nothing going wrong? Yeah that’s what they said abt the submarine.

Plan backfires, Honey gets pissy with Guy not taking finals seriously. They get angry that he keeps insisting on “just winging it” with something so important. The stress mixed with annoyance becomes frustration and they say some things they didn’t mean and they wish they could take back to this day.

Guy is in shock and can’t find anything to say back so he silently leaves after their tangent and rant, with Honey realizing what they said to him and trying to apologize, key word: trying. They’re not used to saying sorry or having a long-term friend, so they don’t know how, and just leave him alone.

I’m not sure how I’d end it, I’d probably leave it on a cliffhanger for shits and giggles before releasing a comfort part 2 a week later.

Also this would be before Guy confessed to liking Honey, so probably them in High School if they knew each other then?

[samalong1]

Freddy krueger x reader highschool

Tw mentions of fake incest(like in the 2nd episode of Freddy's Nightmares), mentioned bug eating and gore, nsfw, genderless reader, feminine clothes despite gender, highschool trope but both parties are well into adualthood,laugh tracks, shitty Grammer and writing

Reposts,like,and comments are greatly appreciated

Almost any time you slept or napped the fucker would be there

While you considered to be dating him in some fucked up way(he never confirmed but all your love intrest ending up dead and you still being alive) he'd still tease you still pretend to be a freind or family dieing or making out with you and do gross scenarios like having you eat noodles that turn out to be dark bloody worms

The fucker woukd usually end up on the floor cackling infront of you

But after falling asleep on the couch you awoken in your living room. It was all so realistic but you didn't fall asleep in a cheerleader crop top and short skirt with pom poms

You were confused until you see a football fly through your window shattering it you knew Freddy found some weird porn to try out

Soon you saw your darling loving boyfriend climb and fall though the window as a laugh tracked play followed by him jumping back up "hello baby!" He'd tease

You laughed when seeing his outfit it was the same but with a varsity jacket thrown ontop sporting his claw as a logo and Krueger high stitched on the back. Feeding into his own ego

Your stitching was a bit different simply Freddy's bitch cheerleading squad "classy" was all that rang through your head

"What suprised I'd come to see you!" He said all dramatic putting his claws against his chest acting hurt as a laugh track plays

"Not dressed like a jock" was all you could muster holding your gut trying not to laugh as be only seemed to look more shocked even gasping as he layed on the couch

"I'm hurt whats so wrong with getting some night loving for good luck" he said throwing a pillow at you laughing. Great he was fully into the bit

"Well I'd have to believe he'd actually have a chance to win" you teased hovering over him to pull at his varsity jacket

All you could see for a split moment before being pulled into a make-out was his shit eating grin before he grabbed you

It was clear he won cause once again you were under him making lewd noises as he ran his claws through your hair while he pinched your ass to get you to yelp in pain once again for his amusement like a asshole

Though he didn't tear up your cheerleader uniform so you got to keep it and you managed to put his hat on during the love making

[coveholdenmyluv]

Thinking about Iwaizumi Hajime and soccer player!reader.

It’s not that he’s never heard of you because being on the varsity soccer team of seijoh does grant you popularity points. No he’s just never been the type to give attention to people he deems irrelevant. The only reason he’s heard your name or even remembered it is because his best friend Tooru Oikawa wouldn’t shut up about you, going on about how you led your team to victory for the third time this season. Apparently there’s an actual chance of your team winning the district tournament for the first time in he didn’t remember how long tooru said it was.

So here he was at the soccer field in his now sweaty uniform because of the suns harsh and unforgiving heat waves. Tooru wouldn’t stop bugging the shit out of him to go see the girls soccer game after school today. He claimed it’s intensity always got him on the edge of his seat and even went as far to say he ‘gained some wrinkles’ between his pretty eyebrows but that it was all worth it because the adrenaline that radiated off of every player on the field was contagious and addicting. He couldn’t imagine how addicting it could be to be able to have the Tooru Oikawa, campus pretty boy, willingly sit outside sweating through his long sleeves. Much less he couldn’t imagine having to run around the field in the scorching rays of sunlight, he’s never been more grateful for indoor volleyball courts.

It’s safe to say he forgot all about the way his clothes stuck to his skin. Seeing the way you and your teammates gave your all to keep the ball in your favor was almost enchanting in a way. There was never a second in the game that was boring or had him looking at the timer off to the side anticipating the familiar buzzer that would signal either victory or defeat, how could he when his eyes were occupied gazing at your figure almost dance across the field gracefully. Every goal, pass, and heading had him entranced. It was like your own little dance routine, granted dance routines usually weren’t so rough. He admired your footwork and could sense the passion that radiated from your body, all the way from the stands.

And once that last minute goal was shot by none other than you, you bet your ass he was one of the loudest if not the loudest person in the stands. Even tooru was shocked at how into the game he seemed, he didn’t dare point it out though he knew better. He also knew his best friend better than he knew anyone else, so he obviously didn’t miss the way his eyes never left your sweaty form as you shook hands with your opposing team, thanked the audience for coming and retreated to your locker rooms. Much less the way that the smile never fell off his face. But he didn’t dare point it out, he knew better.

Maybe Hajime would pay more attention whenever tooru brought up your name in conversations from now on, he thought.

[entomolog-t]

I just binged INSTAЯ and I’m hooked! Any lore drops you can spare for a lil reader?

Y E S

I'm so glad instaЯ is getting a lil attention!

I actually have the next chapter ready to drop in the new year, and it's a long one! 💕

Trying to lore drop without massive spoilers for this one is hard, since all the juicy lore is directly related to big plot points.

I do have some lil crumbs to share though-

You'll see the name Clyde mentioned occasionally- that's Dawn's older brother. He moved away to go to University (more so to play varsity hockey). Fun fact: Clyde isn't his real name.

Technically a spoiler for the next chapter, but I've been tagging it so it's not a well kept secret- the lil bug guy's name is Bram. After seeing his reflection, Bram routinely tried to cover his mouth or turn his head when opening his mouth.

Bram can make a variety of sounds, albeit, very inhuman sounds. One that I think is particularly interesting (both literally and comically) is he can sound like a cicada.

Dawn makes a portion of her money in a questionably illegal fashion - For a little money on the side Dawn will trade/sell pelts and game meat with other locals. Its a fairly normal small town practice, less akin to overhunting for profit and more so "i cant fit this moose in my deep freezer." She usually just exploits loopholes and technicalities since the town's MNR will occasionally crack down on the practice.

Honey is a 2 year old yellow lab that was a gift from Clyde. She is very intelligent, but unfortunately not very obedient. Honey is extremely interested in Bram, much to everyone's concern.

Lil picture of what Honey looks like 💕

If you have any specific oc or plot related questions about instaЯ I'd be happy to share!

There's a lot I have planned for this story and I'm just super excited that there's interest in it 😭

[c3laniest4n]

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒻𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁~

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: 𝓅 𝒾𝓃 𝓋 𝓈𝑒𝓍, 𝒢/𝒫, 𝐵𝒥.

𝒪𝒯𝐻𝐸𝑅 𝒮𝒯𝒰𝐹𝐹𝒮: 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒩𝒪𝒯 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈, 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓇𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓇𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝐵𝐸𝐹𝒪𝑅𝐸 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒥𝓊𝓃𝑒.

𝐸𝒩𝒥𝒪𝒴𝒴 ☆～（ゝ。∂）

Inspired song:

C = Cory M = Melanie ??/? = unknown/side character C/T: Cory’s thoughts M/T: Melanie’s thoughts (The other voice is the narrator btw)

Today was the big volleyball game for Westvan Highschool. The varsity girls volleyball team was able to squeeze into the tournament between the other high schools. They just needed to win this ONE game to get in officially. One of the most popular players (and frankly the best player on the team) is Melanie, she is 18, really tall, bisexual, and a senior in high school- she was going for winning the tournament and getting a sports scholarship into a college so she could play for a college team in the future. Then there’s Cory, 18, really short, lesbian, a senior in high school, and a cheerleader for the volleyball team. Cory is obsessed with Melanie, ever since they first met in freshman year, she couldn’t take her eyes off of her. For a succubus, normally she would be into men, but instead she prefers women; Especially curvy, muscular, tall women, with huge knockers (HOT DAMN.). Melanie had broken up with her toxic ex boyfriend, who only wanted sex- and of course popularity in school, and he made her do his homework and help him cheat on tests and exams so he could have good grades. Now Melanie sees Cory as somewhat of a crush- she’s more into women that are thick, curvy, big tits, small, and have a fat ass (AAAAAAAAA.) which makes Cory the perfect girl.

M: Hey coach? I’m feeling a bit nervous about the first tournament game- is there anything you can recommend I do to de-stress? I need to make sure I can play perfectly on Friday. Plus it’s bugging me when I’m trying to study!

Coach Sarah: I mean, maybe just get some more sleep? Don’t drink coffee as much, and drink some warm tea throughout the day. It helps me a lot!

M: ok- I’ll try it! Thanks coach!

*time skip: wednesday*

M/T: Jeez, I’m still stressed out- AAAAUUHHHHHH! maybe I should talk to one of my old cheerleader friends!

*she walks into the girl’s locker room, and finds Cory changing in front of her locker. She blushes as she sees her only with her bra on and her cheer skirt-*

C: I can see you in my locker mirror, you know.

M: AAAA! I’m sorry! I wasn’t spying or anything! I just wanted to come talk to you!

C: Sure! I mean- we haven’t spoken in a while- heh-

M: Yeah-

C: so- uh- what’s the matter? You look stressed-

M: that’s the problem- no matter what I do it doesn’t go away. Im always thinking about the game and I cannot perform well if I’m feeling like this! What do you suggest I do?

C: well, I’m not really a stressful person, so when it comes to this I’m not sure what to tell you-

M/T: maybe if I was able to see under that cheer top then I would feel better- AAAUHGHH! WHY AM I THINKING THAT!? I JUST GOT OUT OF A RELATIONSHIP 6 MONTHS AGO- WHAT AM I DOING-

*melanie blushes*

C/T: OMG I NEVER THOUGHT SHE WOULD TALK TO ME AGAIN! WOW FUCK SHE IS SO HOT- WAIT NO- HORNY GO AWAY AAAAAAAAAUGHHH!

*they stare at eachother for a bit (sexual tension haha lmao)*

M: Heh- fuck- uh- is it getting hot in here?

C: I think it’s just you~

C/T: OH MY GOD WHY DID I SAY THAT WTF!?!?!

M: Oh! Heh- well uh- I better get going- uhm- heh-

C/T: THIS IS YOUR CHANCE CORY TAKE IT DAMMIT!

C: n-no! I- uh- I know a way I can relieve your stress!

M: really?

C: Hmm~ well I sure hope it will~ only if you want to though~

*pins Melanie on the bench blushing*

M/T: I WASNT EXPECTING THAT- OMG OMG OMG IM ACTUALLY ABOUT TO HAVE SEX- IM STILL A VIRGIN!

C: S-sorry! This is awkward- I just felt the tension and I felt I had to do something heh-

M: Nah- it’s ok- I was feeling the tension too-

C: thanks I guess- that makes it a little less embarrassing-

*Cory sits up and sits closer to Melanie’s waist*

M/T: SHIT- WHAT DO I DO- WHAT IF SHE FINDS OUT I HAVE A-

M: B-back up a bit, p-please! H-haah~

C: Okayyy-? Is everything alright?

M/T: Ahhh~ oh fuck im so hard~ this isn’t helping! Shit shit shit!

M: Y-yes- a-ahhh~

C: *chuckles* I haven’t even touched you yet silly!

*Cory goes back to sitting in her original spot, wiggling around more because she’s giggling*

M: S-stop! P-please don’t laugh! Mnnn~

C: Melanie what’s going o-

C/T: What is that poking me. No way- whatever-

C: how about we skip to the good part?

*kisses Melanie and they take their clothing off except for undergarments*

C: ok- let’s have a bit of fun ~ how about we make eachother take of one article of clothing in order for the other to take of one of theirs. Like “I’ll do this if you do this”.

M/T: This is all going downhill- I’m so fucked- she’s going to hate me!

M: ok!

C: how about- if you take off your undershorts- I’ll take off my panties, and my bra.

M; H-heh! U-uh maybe s-something else!

C: ok- if I take off my panties you don’t have to do anything-?

M: sounds good to me~

*bites her lip and blushes. Cory shifts closer to Melanie’s crotch*

M: Aaa-ahh!~

C: hmm? Sensitive there huh?~ how about we investigate what’s under there~

M: *she puts her hands over her undershorts* N-Nope! H-heh!

C: Come on Mel- it’s not like you have a di- *pulls down Melanie’s briefs*

*cory blushes and just sits there staring*

M/T: THATS IT IM SO FUCKING DONE FOR.

M: p-please don’t judge me- I understand if you want to stop now-

C: may I?

M: what?

*cory pulls down Mel’s briefs more*

M: O-Oh! Uhm- ok!

M/T: WHATS GOING ON AAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEE

*cory puts her cock in her mouth, slowly moving up and down with her mouth.*

M: S-shit~ ah~

C: *gag* I-is this ok?~

M: mhm!~ y-yes please!~

*cory starts to go faster, pre-cum leaking from her hardened rod*

C/T: Oh fuck… it’s so big- I can’t even fit this damn thing in my mouth! Well- at least I can fit it somewhere else- I think.

*cory swallows, sighs and looks up at melanie. She moves up loser to her*

M: w-wait what are you-

*cory slowly lets her dick sink into her tight hole*

M: aah!~ o-oh fuck!~

C: O-Ow! Ah!~

*melanie notices her bleeding*

M: O-oh! It’s your first time too! U-uh! Here! *bites Cory’s ear* (it helps ease the pain lmao I’m a nerd-)

C: oh god~ s-sorry~ I should’ve told you~

M: it’s ok! At least I knew what to do-! Do you want to keep going?

C: Y-yes~

*cory starts out slowly going up and down- tears of pain and pleasure rolling down her cheeks, as Melanie wipes them away*

C/T: Lets go faster~

M: W-what are you d-doing!? A-ah!~

C: H-Hah!~ Y-you’re so sensitive, eh?~ How about we go even faster~

M: N-No!~ Cory, please! Somebody’s gonna hear us!

C: so what?~

M: WE WILL GET IN ALOT OF TROUBLE! I COULD GET KICKED OFF THE TEAM! YOU COULD GET KICKED OFF OF THE CHEER TEAM TOO!

C: Atleast we will have eachother though~ but, we both know that won’t happen, because I’ll make sure we don’t get caught~

M: Oh yeah- how? F-fuck~

C: Pfft- we’ll just finish fast and we will be out of here before the cheer and dance team comes to change~

M: When is that?

C: in 7 minutes~

M: WHAT?! THATS CRAZY I CANT FINISH IN 7 MINUTES! WE’RE SO DEAD!

C: You should stop worrying~ just let me do all the work~ I won’t let us get caught I promise~

M: C-Cory please don’t~ I will be too loud! Don’t make me cum! I-I don’t even have protection on!

C/T: She keeps stalling! I’ll just have to do this- I don’t really have another option other than stopping- which I am NOT doing~

C: Well, suck it up then~ I’m not stopping~

*cory speeds up her pace yet again, rapidly bouncing up and down on Melanie, skin on skin echoing throughout the girl’s locker room.*

M: C-Cory!~ fuck!~ mnn~

C: Come on baby~ please~

M: h-hah~ how much t-time?

C: 6 minutes~ mmphhh~

M/T: God dammit Cory! Ugh~ am I really going to have to do this now?~ I hope she doesn’t mind-

C: M-Melanie- what are you- *melanie pins her down on the bench and starts absolutely pounding in her* AAAH! MELANIE!~

M: Sorry love!~ pleaseeee~ aaaah~ how much time?~

C: F-FOUR M-M-MINUTES-S-S-S-A A-AHH! MELANIE!~ AAHHH!~ MNN!~

M: Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck~

M/T: Why isn’t it working!? I have to go faster! Sorry Cory!

C: MELANIE PLEASE~ FUCK ME!~

M: I am love!

M/T: Fuck im sweating more than I do in my volleyball games- dammit~ fuck Cory~ thank god I’m so sensitive otherwise I wouldn’t finish this fast~

M: How much time baby?

?/?: *indistinct talking getting closer*

M: *whispers* Cory! Shh! They’re here! Quick let’s go into the showers!

*she carries Cory while still in her-*

M/T: Fuck! This is so bad! What am I gonna do! I can’t just leave her like this- she’ll think I’m a big jerk! Augh! What other choice do I have?!

M: C-Cory- I need to go- now.

*she pulls out and gets dressed*

C: w-what?~

M: I-I- im Sorry! Please, I don’t want to get caught!

*she runs out of the shower stall, leaving Cory, feeling guilty as hell. She bumps into the cheer team, who starts asking where Cory is.*

M: I- I think she’s in the showers! Gotta go!

??/?: weird girl- volleyball practice ended 2 hours ago-

C/T: M-maybe I don’t mean as much to her as volleyball team… I can’t stop loving her though- and DAMN she had a huge cock!

M/T: Fuck I shouldn’t have done that- I’m such a jerk! I could’ve had the chance of dating her too! She was just- the perfect girl~

Part 2 soon~