#we did the session 0 and it went normally

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can you write something for leah williamson

𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚 - 𝙡.𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙨𝙤𝙣

summary: yn gets jealous of how close katie and leah are

-> apologies katie you’re the sacrificial lamb for this fic ✋🏻

-> !! strap use, fingering, nipple play !!

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𝗜'𝗗 𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗕𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗔 jealous person.

apparently that all changed last week.

the conti cup final was just around the corner and everyone was working hard at training. we just so happened to go up against chelsea, and if i’m being honest i was shit scared.

the last time we played the blues during the season, it was a brutal loss.

i knew that leah was vice captain, and that she loved all our teammates, and that she was close with most of them. but i just couldn’t shake the feeling of jealousy as i watched her play around with katie. i also knew that katie had a girlfriend, caitlin, whom she loved dearly. but something wasn’t sitting right with me that day.

i didn’t say anything, choosing to let it go and give leah the benefit of the doubt even though there was nothing for me to doubt.

everything was fine for a solid week, then we played against chelsea for the final. the nerves of the previous games between the two sides and the buzz of excitement that came with every match final was simmering in the change room as everyone got ready.

we were ready to take them down.

and thank god we did.

1-0 was a tight score but we did it nonetheless, stina our hero.

as leah and kim picked up the trophy and ran it over to celebrated with us all, i could feel that unsettling urge in my gut again.

watching the whole team each congratulate leah, but most of all watching katie jump on her, something snapped. again, i didn’t do anything, i was on the pitch and in public which didn’t give me any leeway. but when we finally, almost an hour and a half later, got home, i was grumpy and leah knew it.

“yn, i know something’s wrong, what’s up?”

“i’m fine.” i was not fine.

“no, tell me.”

she spun me around too face her just as i tried to walk away.

“you. and katie. i don’t like it.”

it took leah a second to figure out what i meant, but when she did, a devilish grin spread on her face.

“aw, baby, are you jealous?”

i could feel my cheeks go read at her words.

“no.”

“i think you are. there’s nothing going on between me and katie. promise.”

i was quiet for a moment, i knew that leah wouldn’t ever do anything like cheating on me. she must’ve sensed my hesitation, speaking up before i could.

“i’ll prove it to you.”

she grabbed my hand and pulled me with her to our bedroom. i had a small inkling that i knew where this was going, and i was proven right when leah pinned me against the wall as soon as we walked in.

she pressed her lips onto mine, practically devouring my mouth before breaking apart for some air.

“you can do whatever you want to me tonight, love.”

that caught my attention, leah was normally the one that took control.

“anything?”

“anything.”

i led her over to the bed, leaving her to strip while i went and rummaged in the toy drawer i knew leah had in her closet.

i found what i needed and set it aside on the bedside table.

leah was already on our bed, butt naked and kneeling for me. that sight alone made me clench, i could feel the wetness start to pool in my core. i took off my shirt and shorts, leaving me in just my underwear, no bra.

i could feel leah’s eyes on me, and the desire was swirling in her brown orbs.

i climbed up into the bed, face to face with her, pressing my lips back onto hers. she kissed hard, and soon it was a full blown make out session. my hands found their way to her chest, teasing her peaked nipples.

her hands found my hips, pulling me closer. i lightly pinched on of her breasts, i was in charge tonight and i intended to take advantage of that.

my hands travelled further downwards, below her hips and dipping into her folds, which were soaked. my thumb lightly rubbed circles on her clit as one of my fingers pushed into her hole.

she groaned into our ongoing kiss, to which i slowly added another finger.

soon i was pushing in and out of her, slowly working her up to an orgasm. she was close, i could tell, pushing her hips up to meet my thrusts and moaning into my mouth.

“yn-”

her voice was high when we broke apart.

“cum for me, lee.”

she let out a high-pitched sigh just as she came, clenching hard around my fingers.

“so good for me.”

i pulled my fingers out slowly, licking her arousal off of them with a grin. leah was blushing at my actions, something that gave me immense joy.

i slipped off the bed, walking around to the bedside table. i pulled down my underwear, now naked, and secured the harness on my hips. i turned back to face leah, and watched as her face grew shocked. i was wearing a brand new strap, a bit longer and girthier than the others we had.

“where did that come from?”

“i bought it. wanted to use it on you.”

my voice was quiet at the last sentence, a guilty pleasure of mine, you could say.

i walked back over to leah, getting back onto the bed but pushing her onto her back.

“your okay with doing this?”

i checked before we went further, i knew she’d be okay but felt the need to check.

“please, yn.”

her words made me grin. i did as she wanted, pushing the tip of the strap against her entrance, and watching as her face contorted into a million different emotions.

i slowly pushed in further, watching for any signs of discomfort. i bottomed out, the hilt of the strap pressed up against leah’s pussy.

“i’m okay, you can move, love.”

“let me know if you need to stop please, lee.”

she nodded and squeezed her eyes shut in what looked like pleasure as i started thrusting into her. my pace was slow at first but i picked it up as i felt her hole loosen.

i had one hand resting on her hip as my other hand went down to her clit, rubbing little circles on the nub. watching leah take me like this was the best thing i’d seen ever, it had me all worked up without her even touching me.

soon i was pounding into her, wet slapping noises emanating from my pace.

“yn, i’m close, please let me cum.”

“cum for me, lee. be a good girl and cum for me.”

my words must’ve been the thing that pushed her over, she let out a loud moan and gripped the sheets tightly as her pussy spasmed around my strap.

i slowed my thrusts down and slowly pulled out, unclipping the harness and discarding it on the bedside table.

“well done, lee. so good for me.”

she let out a content sigh, opening her eyes and looking up at me.

“i really need to make you jealous more often because that was amazing.”

[gutghost]

[Hot Single yanderes near you! (PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEAS-)]

Part 0

Gn reader

To be completely honest, you had not really been expecting to have your phone call picked up when you called the number under the ridiculous "Hot single yanderes near you!" Ad, but here you were. It all started out when you were scrolling on illegal movie sights, trying to find that one movie that just came out that you wanted to see, but were too lazy and too poor to go and watch it in theaters, when a shady ad popped up, at first, you thought it was one of those 'horny milfs wanna F!!!!!#!#@' ads, but on close inspection it didn't really seem all that similar, there were guys. Extremely cute guys. All different from one another.

Half sleep deprived you decided to click on the link, which led you to an entire page on the damn thing. It took you an hour to figure out what to do and when you finally did you had to fill out big ass forms that left you tired as hell. But you weren't gonna just go through all this and not call for an appointment, so that's how you got here, matted hair and big eyebags under your eyes. Your phone, half dead pressed to your ear as you hear the crackle of the phone being picked up.

"Hello, this is Veni, with the company LoveR, how may I help you?"

The persons voice on the other end was crisp, professional, and honestly sounded like a sales guy trying to sell you a shit car. Sputtering for a moment, you'd respond.

"O-oh yeah, I was calling about the hot single uhm...yanderes near you ad?"

Now that you actually said it out loud it sounded completely ridiculous, and you half expected the guy on the other end to laugh. But he was calm, albeit abit too enthusiastic about the topic at hand.

"Oh yes! Have you filled out all the consent forms? We want to make sure you have a...comfortable time with our rentals."

From there on the conversation went...surprisingly normal, you had to give them your card information but hey who said this was gonna be completely safe? It's yanderes after all. You had a consultation on Monday and had to be there at 1:30 sharp. Everything felt abnormally normal, to the point you half expected to show up to a random ass abandoned building to get mugged.

So...

Why was this big ass skyscraper looking thing – with the company name the guy on the phone mentioned, no less – standing infront of you?? You couldn't help but feel astonished, mouth open as you stumbled to try and find the right words to comprehend what you were staring at. You probably looked so stupid standing there with your mouth wide open like a fish out of water but really, how could you not? You had looked up the company name, and you didn't find much...so why did this large ass building not come up on any of the pictures, websites, anything?

Finally, after figuring you and your thoughts out you rushed inside, admiring the sleek architecture as you shyly made your way to the front desk. For a moment you wanted to run away, hide – but you didn't. Instead, you begrudgingly approached the guy at the front desk, holding onto upur bag with a tight fist. With as much confidence as you could muster you spoke up.

"Hello, I was supposed to have an appointment at 1:30...M-my name is (Y/N) (L/N) if that helps?"

The man at the counter would look up, and for a moment you wanted to piss yourself. He was incredibly good looking, his cheek bones defined, his skin tan and his hair a deep black that almost looked abit red if you looked at it at a certain angle. His smile was the kicker though, you were sure he could charm anyone with how kind that smile was.

"Ah, (L/N)! Yes your appointment will be on the 12th floor, there's another lobby there that handles the entirety of LoveRs...more...peculiar sessions."

Why was that omnious...no seriously, why was that so ominous??? Quick to try and not let that uneasy feeling creep too far into your gut you'd quickly nod and give a smile of your own,

"O-oh thank youuuu...."

You'd trail off, glancing over to see the name tag on the desk. Trying hard not to sound like a completely dunce pronouncing his name.

"Kabir, Thank- uh, thank you."

Jeez, if you could die, you would not even wait for a response as you fumbled to run off to catch the elevator, face feeling hot as you bit at your inner cheek.

The elevator went up at a leisure pace as you tried to calm yourself, your heartbeat being able to be felt through 0ractically your vains. What you didn't expect was to actually get everyth8ng settled both mentally and physically in that damn elevator. It was taking so long to rise to the top... Jesus. how big was this building again? Whatever the case, the metallic doors finally opened, revealing a lobby area, much like the one downstairs. The color scheme was relatively the same, black and pink sofas that look insanely stiff with throw pillows sitting across from each other infront of large windows that went through the entierty of the wall, revealing a blue sky with fluffy clouds. Which, wouldve been beautifulif it werent for tge rest of the sky scrapers. Rugs that seemed smashed in due to how many times people had walked on them framed the two couches as you stepped out, the elevator quick to descend.

Turning your attention away from the little sitting area you'd haul ass towards, go figure, another front desk. This time, a lady sat in the front. Her curly hair fell over her shoulders like harsh waves as she glanced up from her computer, quick to stop whatever she was doing. Her lips formed a professional smile as she spoke, her voice sending pleasant goosebumps on your skin. jeez - was everybody here hot??

"Hello ma'am/sir. How may I help you?"

This time you were ready to answer, inhaling softly before opening your mouth.

"The man from the front desk downstairs sent me up here for my meeting at 1:30? My name is (Y/N) (L/N),"

Recognition sat itself on her face as she typed away at her computer before standing up, grabbing a weird looking black folder as she did so. Her heels clicking across the tile floor as she made her way around the desk and in front of you. Her smile not at all faltering as she turned to gesture towards a rather intimidating hallway.

"Ah yes, right this way Miss/sir (L/N)."

[malum-forev]

Heyyyy can you please do “protective” from the bingo where reader is protective of Bucky? 😘

Hi hiii! I'm so sorry for the delay! I've been swamped with work but I finally got a chance to write this one! Hope you like it!

When had the shift begun? When did you start to become protective of a man who needed no help in that department? You had no idea. Actually, scratch that, you had no idea how any of this had happened, how your once normal life was now turned upside down- sometimes literally thanks to Peter.

You were riding on some sort of rage high after being dragged along for one too many job interviews just to be let down at the last moment. “You’re not a right fit”, “I really wanted you to be a part of the team but management went with another option”, “Don’t worry, you’ll get another job”, these phrases had been floating around your mind like a teleprompter on a loop. So, one night when you had too much time to be navigating on a job search website- and honestly, had one too many cups (or maybe bottles) of wine, you applied for the job. The one you’d always wanted but thought you were way too underqualified for. And you sent in your application, an overconfident – way too drunk- alter ego spoke up. 

Suddenly, you were starting your first day, lanyard over your neck and nervousness crawling up your arms. You’d heard some rumblings about why the position had been vacant for so long, him being uncooperative, rude and sometimes purposefully sneaky. Creating havoc and a long trail of messes you’d have to clean up.

You still remember the first time you saw him, you’d been told to look for him in the training room and avoid eye contact. The large doors creaked loudly as you entered, making everyone look over. Men and women far more fit than you’d ever be, covered in spandex. So much spandex in such a little space. 

“Are you going to stand around all day or do you plan on doing something other than being late?” His gruff voice made you sweat. 

“I-“ You tried to get out but Bucky was already busy with something else. 

You placed your camera and your work bag on the stands and walked over to him.

“That’s what you decided to wear?” He furrowed his eyebrows, taking you in.

 “Miss Potts said something in between casual and business casual was alright.” You muttered, tugging down on the edge of your sweater, your eyes glued to the floor.

Bucky’s eyebrows shot up for a second then he shrugged his shoulders. “Okay…”

Bucky cleared his throat and the twenty some agents straightened their backs and got in formation. “We’ll start the sparring session with your fellow agent, let this be a lesson. If you’re late, you’ll be part of the demonstration.”

He threw over an unsharpened knife to you and got in position. Your face filled with worry as you took in his stance, Bucky was ready for battle. 

You barely managed to dodge his first punch but suddenly, Bucky grabbed your sides and threw you over his back, you fell on the thick foam floor with a thud and a yelp. 

Bucky towered over you, confused as to why the agent they sent for the sparring session wasn’t getting up from the floor. 

“Where did you say you were trained?” Bucky sounded stumped.

“I wasn’t.” You managed to get out through ragged breaths.

“They sent me an untrained agent?” Bucky threw his head back in annoyance.

You sat up, slowly regaining the air in your lungs. “Actually, I’m your new PR representative.”

The training room filled with laughter. 

“Oh god.” Bucky muttered, helping you get up. “Why the hell did you not tell me you weren’t an agent! I just body slammed you!”

“There’s always a first time for everything?” You offered with a small smile as Bucky’s cheeks turned bright red. 

0-0

It was now a year later and the job turned out to be better than you thought, Bucky wasn’t as bad as people said and now you knew how to successfully fight back after a body slam- Bucky had told you it was imperative you knew some self-defense. 

“Can’t we just cancel?” Bucky groaned, fidgeting in his seat, making the makeup artist’s job way more complicated. You noticed she was two seconds away from giving up so, you decided to relieve her of her duties.

You picked up the makeup sponge and dabbed some concealer under his eyes. “You’re starting to get a diva reputation.”

You didn’t miss the way the corners of his lips turned upwards at your words. 

Bucky’s eyes followed your face. “If I were a diva, I wouldn’t have shown up here. Lord knows I don’t want to do this interview.”

“The only reason you showed up is because you know I’d drag you from bed into this makeup chair myself if you hadn’t.” You smiled, adding powder. 

“You’re taking too long with my makeup, making me self-conscious about my undereye bags.” Bucky feign fainted. 

You bit your bottom lip. “You only say that because you want me to compliment you. I know what you’re doing, Barnes.”

Bucky let out a throaty chuckle before taking a deep breath.

You grabbed both of his shoulders. “Look at me, everything is fine. I’ve talked to their team and specifically written out approved questions, which we’ve rehearsed. This is just some dumb PR so people know who’s out there saving their lives.”

Bucky nodded, taking in your soothing words. “When I enlisted I thought being a soldier would be a lot more fighting and less makeup and interviews.”

You smoothed his leather jacket and took a lint roller down the sides of his pants. “You’ve done way too much fighting, now’s the time for you to sit back, answer some questions about your workout routine and look pretty.”

Bucky smiled. 

“Remember, I’m just behind the camera. Everything they’re going to ask you has been approved, you have nothing to worry about. Trust me.”

“I trust you.” He gave you a short smile.

The hosts of the morning talk show seemed nice. Emphasis on seemed. The interview was going just as planned, until the male host decided to go rouge. 

You almost spit out your coffee when you heard his question. It almost registered in slow motion.

“So, when you’re alone at night, do you ever regret not being able to be The Winter Soldier? Or is there a part of you that is still controlled by those words?” He said with a smug smile, he almost seemed proud of his question. 

Bucky gulped at the question and he felt his hands start to fist, only you could recognize this as a sign of anxiety filling his body.

“Go to commercial.” You barked at the morning show director. “Go to commercial now!”

The show cut off and you stormed onto the set. 

“You asshole!” You yelled at the host. “You just wanted to get your little five minutes of fame, well guess what! The only thing you’re getting is a big fat defamation lawsuit, how does that sound!”

“This is the entertainment industry, no one wants to hear about how clean and PG he is now. We want the nitty gritty.” He rolled his eyes.

“He is a person! He was used and you just want to get the fucking story.” Your words leaked like poison. 

Bucky took your arm lightly. “Let’s just go, it’s fine.”

You saw how his kind blue eyes saddened. This is exactly why he never wanted to do interviews, he had resigned to people knowing him only for the bad and not the good. 

Well fuck that. You thought. 

You freed yourself from Bucky’s arm and used the momentum to swing at the host. You punched him straight in the cheekbone. 

“What the fuck!” The host shrieked. 

“That’s enough.” Bucky muttered, taking your body and swinging it over his shoulder. 

You banged on his firm back. “Put me down! I want to take another hit!”

“Thank you everybody, we’re going to leave now.” Bucky yelled as he carried you out the doors and into the parking lot. 

Once you got back to the compound, Bucky started to ice your purpling knuckles. 

“Looks like my PR Rep is going to need a PR Rep of her own.” Bucky finally said with a chuckle. 

You shook your head. “It’s not fair. You’re amazing and kind and nice and- people only want to see someone you’re not. You’re not him.”

“Look, doll,” Bucky sighed. “I appreciate you standing up for me but, I’ve made my peace with that. I don’t do this to get recognition, I do it to help people. So, if they want to believe I’m still the other guy then, let them. Because I truly don’t care what they think.”

You huffed. “But-“

“No buts.” Bucky interrupted, placing a chaste kiss on each of your knuckles. “Instead, let’s talk about how cute you look bein’ protective. It’s nice to know that whenever the super serum stops working, I have myself a pretty effective bodyguard.”

You burst out laughing. 

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[ohmtoff]

we need more nsfw nerdy nick headcanons🫢

AAAAAA actually so happy you asked for more bc im kinda in love with nerdy nick now lmao (nsfw)

part 1 here

nerdy nick who decided to adopt a dog with you, naming it denji if it’s a boy or makima if it’s a girl.

nerdy nick who’s a part of a dungeons and dragons party that is about to start on a campaign. you better believe he has a pink dice‼️‼️‼️ he already made a long detailed background of his character (a tiefling sorceress) and he already sent it to his dungeon master. for this campaign, though, you decided to try to join and learn the game.

“Okay, so what’s your character idea?”

“Uhhh what about a warlock with a huge ass?”

on session 0 you were lost and tired an hour into the game, while on session 7 you were already in your character cosplay with nick and lasting 6 hours.

nerdy nick who was soooo scared of meeting your friends bc he was worried of being too much and too random and just too nerdy for your friends. he’d act like how he normally would when he first meet new people, making mundane small talk about your relationship and about himself, but you can see that after an hour in that he was exhausted by how he went so quiet.

noticing this you interrupted the convo to talk about the upcoming HoTD season, and you can see his face lighting up. one of your friends who watches the show would chime in and nick would excitedly start talking about it too, yapping about the targaryen lore, surprising but charming everyone of this new confident side of his. your friends also think he’s adorableee when passionate. you would do anything to not make him insecure of his interests anymore.

nerdy nick who got so horny seeing you cosplay as his favorite character for halloween that he made you keep the costume on when having sex. you had him exposed on his back that night, legs spread and high against your shoulders. “Fu—uck, oh fuck me harder, please,” he pathetically whined, and you loudly moaned, pounding harder into his hole, punching out loud but tiny ‘uh-huh!’s out of him with each thrust as drool slides down his chin. He absolutely looked well-fucked. his warm walls clenched as he came and shouted “Choso!” while he spurted across his stomach. The squeeze was enough for you to groan inside him, pumping him full of your warm cum.

“Did you actually just call me choso when you came?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

nerdy nick whose insecurities run deep bc not only did he grow up heavier than his brothers, he was also more invisible. he did have friends, but his tendency to ramble and lack of fashion sense made him less popular and desired. you can see it in how he always uses a top; be it in the beach, or sleeping, and sometimes even during sex. so when he met you he didn’t know what to do with all your compliments. he would just blush so hard and he’ll pretend to get mad at you like “shut uuuup! stop lying” and you’d unrelentingly smother him with kisses while calling him your “pretty boy” “handsome man” and all other praises that he deserves.

you make sure to make him know that he’s beautiful by worshiping the fuck out of his body. you’d pepper kisses from his thigh up to his tummy where he’s still covered by his shirt. it was one of those times when he’d not want to take off his shirt during sex because he felt more insecure than usual. you’d whisper mantras of praises along with the wet kisses, making him giggle and shudder bc your breath along the inside of his thigh tickled. “so, so pretty. how could you ever find it in yourself to not love this?” you emphasized the word with a bite of his thigh a strand away from his cock. you’d dedicate that night to just pleasing him, letting him fuck hard into your mouth, his hips ragged and desperately thrusting into your throat while you try to not gag on his big cock, your spit falling out of your mouth making his groin wet. you hands crawl up, up, up, driving his shirt upward to flick his nipples. at one point it gets too hot for him so he takes his shirt off and you smirked—success. his body curls and his words came out as broken sobs, wanting more. you pulled your mouth away which made him grip your hair in protest. you looked at the way his body glistened, his face flushed, his legs tremble, and you felt hungry. “Beautiful,” you panted. “So fucking beautiful. Drive me crazy with how beautiful you are. Can’t fucking believe you’re mine. Say you’re mine,” as you furiously fisted his angry red cock with hands soiled with his precum and spit. “i’m yours, i’m yours, i’m yo—AHH!”

he never uses a shirt at the beach again.

a/n: woahhh wtf who wrote that

[firstagent]

What It's Like To Get Elected

Has it been another month since my last story update again? Uh… it’s still going.

Anyway, switching to another subject since I promised to talk more politics. As I mentioned before, I’ve been active with my local Democratic party. As far as getting into the room, getting access to important people, and giving them reality checks (and boy, do they need reality checks sometimes), I can’t recommend joining enough. Assuming you’ve got the spoons for it, and your local party don’t turn out to be assholes. That’s another conversation.

I also mentioned I was running for local school board. And guess what? I won!

In a small miracle for this town, we only had three candidates for three positions. Well, a small miracle and some excellent coordination from the local lefties. Because we were essentially unopposed, a lot of the steps of normal campaigning didn’t apply this time. Which is a shame, because I had a design for yard signs all set to go.

I did, however, interview for unions! That looks like a big Zoom call with a bunch of local reps where they ask you questions to make sure you support unions. The teachers union asked me about supporting LGBTQ+ students. Anyway, if you stalk me and find my Ballotpedia page (I only discovered a couple weeks ago that I had a Ballotpedia page) you’ll find two union endorsements. So that’s fun.

So is defending those endorsements and my Dems activity on community Facebook groups when people were under the impression they don’t get involved in local races. Maybe they should ask the county board candidate who swore up and down he didn’t take outside money, while taking $700 from the county Republicans. We have receipts.

Because of that nonsense I was more focused on his race than mine on Election Day. Hearing results when you’re running sometimes works a little differently, as you probably know someone working the polls that will share the results before the internet and news networks find them. So I heard about the local results well before they were published. And yes, I won! And that Republican guy lost. Bonus.

What happens next? For starters, training sessions. The state’s school board association emailed me the next morning with a login for their site. Three meetings in the next month will help get me up to speed: an orientation with the actual board, a gathering for new members in the region, and then an all-day affair about the specific governing model we have. It’s a lot, but it shows how much they prepare you going in, if you’re committed to actually doing the job right.

The biggest reality check came when I went to the next school board meeting, the lame duck session, if you will. For one, when I got there I got handed payroll paperwork. It hadn’t really sunk in that I was getting paid for this. Another is a discussion that frequently mentioned waiting on a vote until the new members could chime in. Or even the kudos from the other board members for crossing the finish line.

Yesterday I took my oath of office. Reading the email I was expecting a small private thing where I do an LBJ-style swearing in in a secretary’s office, maybe a picture. I just had to sign a thing, in the office because it had to be notarized. I was in and out in five minutes.

We’re going from roughly a 6-1 progressive majority to 7-0. That’s great news for our school, even if my first meeting I get to vote on whether elementary school registration fees are tripled, or doubled with the district subsidizing the balance. Thanks state legislature!

If you go in intending to do the job right, it’s a lot of work. That’s why it’s so important to elect people who intend to do the job right. Because so much of this is optional. It’s entirely possible to skip most of the trainings, to take your seat and either do nothing productive with it, or try to push policy whether or not it’s relevant, appropriate, or even legal. That’s how we get bad leadership, and why participation in this process is the only way anything’s going to get better.

(Feel free to use my Ask box for any political questions, including what the hell Democrats actually do at the local level and why I encourage joining them even with all the baggage attached.)

[asktheahogesandblondes]

Awe man the last ask man I mean this lasted a good while so I'm satisfied but I always get sad when things end so cat blonds over all how was your kitty experience did you have a good time? Tell me all your thoughts! I'm sad you'll never know the joys of cats again! Ahoges you better hold and cuddle those fat blonds in your arms while their still 1-2/10ths their weight! Enjoy the puuuurrrr I'll wait a few minutes

*waits*

Ok I hope you thurouly enjoyed holding now drop so yeah how was your cat experience I hope you enjoyed! And now I hope you enjoy your vitamin D intake I know you'll have when you become human again

Junkitty:Could have been worse, I guess it wasn't too bad looking back.

Catsuni:I still would have preferred I didn't go through that, but I did have fun as a cat so it wasn't as bad as it could have been.

Meow:I only put up with it cause I know this is the last time I will get transformed into something else, if it wasn't for that and that your tried to make this comfortable after you did it I would be telling a different story.

Makoto:Fine, I can pick up Junko one last time as a cat.

Hajime:I can do the same to Natsumi.

Shuichi:And I do the same to Miu...though it's not like carrying Human Miu is any harder.

*M/A Counter:0*

*The Blondes return to normal and the sudden change of size trips the Ahoges, making the blondes fall over them*

Everyone:Woah, ouch.

Miu:Finally...it's fucking over.

Natsumi:It's so good having my human body again.

Junko:I gotta check those modeling sessions I did to see if they looked good even as a cat.

Makoto:Well, I'm glad everything went back to normal.

Shuichi:Yeah, you stayed as Cats way longer than us as worms, though thankfully nothing bad came out of it.

Hajime:And thanks to Miu's machine, you never be transformed into something else again...now we just need to get off and...

Junko, Miu and Natsumi:...hehe.

Makoto:Uh...I know that look.

Shuichi:Is this because all the time we missed when you were stuck as cats.

Junko, Miu and Natsumi:Thanks for joining us, see ya later!

*The computer gets shut down*

[maxsimagination]

Can you maybe write a Steph Catley one? Either one where they both are at Arsenal, and they like each other but are oblivious. And when they win a trophy and are out with the team, everybody in the team tries to make them understand that they actually like each other. And then they understand it, then maybe some foreplay? if you understand:)

𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 - 𝙨.𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙮

summary: combination of that ask and this ask

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“𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗣𝗛𝗬!”

i leapt onto the defenders’ back with no warning, catching her off guard as she tried her best to steady both me and herself.

it was the morning training, preparing for the game that night. steph and i were both in the starting lineup, jonas had pulled out his best for this game against london city.

“are you ready for the match, puddin?”

“yea, i’m excited. it’ll be fun.”

we chatted for a bit longer before jonas called all the girls in for a talk about strategies.

i could spot caitlin and katie off to the side, whispering and pointing in our direction. if it was those two plotting together then it could only end in trouble. i nudged at steph’s side, gesturing to the pair.

“what are they doing? looks suspicious.”

“if it’s katie and caitlin then it can only be something troublesome.”

she wasn’t lying, i laughed quietly at steph’s comment. we all dispersed after the talk had finished, everyone breaking off to get started at training.

it was a good session, the team accomplished what we needed to and i felt ready to go up against london city. when we all went back to the changing rooms, katie and caitlin walked up next to me.

“you wanna join us for coffee?”

that was a bit surprising, considering the two would normally be the first to go home and do couple things.

“um, sure? is anyone else coming?”

“nah just us. we wanna catch up.”

katie played it off, and linked arms with me to drag me to their coffee date.

we went to a quaint little cafe away from the training ground. caitlin found a table while katie took me to the counter and ordered an assortment of drinks and some small pastries. we all went to sit back down at the table and i was fixed with an expectant look from caitlin.

“so, you and steph, huh?”

“um, what?”

“y’know, you and steph. you’re always together and glued at the hip.”

“there’s nothing there. she like, 5 years older than me and i swear she has a fiancé.”

katie and caitlin shared a look, one that told me i was missing the whole picture.

“they broke up months and months ago. like almost a year, i think.”

“oh? is she okay? like she’s over him?”

“yea she’s been okay, but i think having you with her makes her feel better.”

that comment made me blush, deep down somewhere i knew there were feelings for my favourite defender. but i refused to acknowledge them in fear of rejection.

katie and caitlin drove me home after our catch up, so i could get ready for the game.

i was still excited with a bit of nerves, but what i couldn’t stop thinking about was caitlin’s comment about how steph felt better with me there.

when it came time for everyone to be at the stadium, i was picked up by steph, she’d made a habit of driving me around since we lived somewhat close to each other.

katie was captaining today, which everyone knew would end in some sort of dramatics, but we were confident we could at least win the game.

it was only when everyone was told to line up in the tunnel did the nerves come back in full force.

i felt a reassuring hand on the small of my back, turning around to see it was steph.

“you got this. score some goals puddin’.”

the nerves settled a bit at steph’s words, but didn’t die completely. we all walked out, lining up alongside the referee.

katie led the line to shake the officials’ hands then continued on to shake hands with the opposition.

i saw ruesha in the lineup and knew immediately that there would be yellow cards, whether that be for arsenal or london city? only time would tell.

arsenal did win that game.

4-0

it was a win for the ages, and a grand celebration.

when the final whistle was blown, the entire team including subs ran onto the field to join together in a huge hug. it was more like a pile of bodies, but the joy of winning the trophy seems to have overpowered everyone’s rational thought.

we all traipsed down to the locker rooms after doing some rounds with the fans. katie still had a hold of the trophy, waving it round like it was a flag.

“we need to go celebrate!”

the thick irish accent of the vice-skipper rang out and was met with cheers.

“katie we have celebrated.”

“no, properly. waving a trophy round isn’t celebrating, yn.”

her cocky grin accompanied her words, making it all the more evident that she was making everyone come out to a bar to ‘celebrate’.

we all ended up going to the closest bar we could find. everyone had gone to their respective homes to change then were promptly dragged back out by, you guessed it, katie.

she was the first to shout the round of drinks, insisting everyone have some liquid confidence. when katie passed me my drink, it was accompanied by a shot glass.

i looked at the irish woman with a questionable look, where she smirked and mouthed ‘bottoms up’.

so i did just that.

i grabbed the shot glass, with still no clue what was in it and downed the whole thing. i could tell it was tequila immediately but made no move for a chaser.

i felt eyes on me from my side and turned to find steph’s gaze fixed on me. she was staring, but with a look of what i thought was admiration in her eyes. when she noticed i’d caught her, her cheeks flushed a pink hue and she smiled down at her glass.

throughout the course of the night, katie (and caitlin) were essentially feeding me drinks, pestering me to come up and dance with them.

eventually i gave in and they excitedly grabbed my hands and ran to the dance floor.

we were just vibing to the music, i wa s mostly observing katie and caitlin do the dancing. that was until, both of the girls just disappeared and i felt a presence behind me. i turned to find steph walking up to me.

“care to dance?”

“sure.”

i grinned up at the defender. we kind of just swayed around to the music until a catchy song came on and all the alcohol katie had gotten me started working.

i was jumping around, begging steph to join in, which she did, and we both just kept dancing around with each other.

when that song ended, steph slowed us down, and we moved around a bit before we stood off to the side.

“yn, can i say something?”

“sure stephy, what’s up?”

i could feel something in my gut, like she was going to tell me something important.

“i really like you.”

i didn’t react right away, i let the information fully enter my brain first before looking steph dead in the eye.

she was a bit taller than me so i was looking slightly upwards, but then i leant up on my tip-toes and pressed my lips to hers.

it was only after i’d actually kissed her that i re-thought my actions, freaked out and decided to pull away. but before i could do that, steph’s fingers would their way up to the nape of my neck and grasped my hair, stopping me from pulling away.

only when we needed a breath did we break apart.

“i take it you like me back then, yea?”

i nodded quickly, then remember to use my words.

“yea. yea i like you a lot.”

[quentinxjames]

THE HANGED MAN

The Hanged Man represents ‘the waiting game,’ often a part of life progression. Although we are rarely happy about being stuck in limbo, there are times when nothing else can be done, and we are forced to be still, according to the Hanged Man. This often requires sacrificing people and things we would rather hold on to. The Hanged Man tarot card wants you to know that sometimes, we must accept a loss for the greater good. Acceptance and letting go are key if you ever want to move forward.

STATISTICS

FULL NAME :  Dr. Quentin Parker James ALIAS : Tin, Tin-Tin, Quinn. AGE : 43 DATE  OF  BIRTH : December 19, 1980 RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Divorced, dating Julieta Alvarez HOMETOWN : Kismet Harbor, OR, USA TIME IN KISMET HARBOR :  Since 1980. RESIDENCE : Cresthill Meadows. FACECLAIM : Jake Gyllenhaal trigger warning: death, addiction, drug use.

EDUCATION : University of Pittsburgh. OCCUPATION :Orthopedic Surgeon/ Prosthetist GENDER : Cis-Male PRONOUNS : He/Him SEXUALITY : Straight. HAIR COLOUR : Dark Brown EYE  COLOUR : Blue HEIGHT : 6′0″ BUILD : Athletic ACCENT : American LANGUAGES : English, Spanish. TATTOOS : None SCENT: BOSS The Scent Absolute ZODIAC : Sagittarius LOVE LANGUAGE : Physical touch, words of affirmation. CLOTHING : Sweaters and pantaloons in winter. Shirts and blouses with pantaloons in summer. He wears blouses under his work uniform. HAIR STYLE + BEARD:  ( x )

CONDITIONS : Recovered addict ALLERGIES : Pollen. EATING HABITS : Quentin values a healthy diet with variety. Mexican cuisine is his favourite. EXERCISE HABITS : low-intensity interval training, boxing. SLEEPING HABITS : Quentin sleeps from 10PM til 5 am on weekdays. He’s more varied in his sleeping pattern when he’s off work and the kids are off school. ADDICTIONS : painkillers DRUG  USE : Fentanyl and barbiturates. (not actively) ALCOHOL USE : none.

POSITIVE  TRAITS : Adaptable, humorous, curious. NEGATIVE TRAITS : short-tempered, blunt, sarcastic. PHOBIAS : lilapsophobia (fear of storms and tornadoes), phasmophobia (fear of the supernatural) FEARS : Relapsing, losing his children, losing his father and/or siblings. HOBBIES : Boxing, hiking, camping. HABITS : smoking, doesn’t drink enough water, double checks. USUAL DEMEANOUR : Affable.

FATHER : Dale James MOTHER : Susan James † SIBLINGS : Wesley James, Bridget James. PARTNERS : Summer Cassidy (divorced), Julieta Alvarez (dating) CHILDREN : Sadie and Lucas. PETS :  none.

BIOGRAPHY

Quentin just about wasn’t born with a bow, an early Christmas present for expecting parents. A cold December day with snow covering the pavement outside the hospital. He was a spirited child, the kind that struck terror into a parent’s heart every time he asked why, and wanted to do what the grown-ups were doing. As adorable as he might be as a little boy, just as terrible his tantrums were, something that would be a thread throughout his entire life. Whenever something went wrong, or he felt trapped he would lash out. Behavioural issues was something that was often stamped on his school reviews. Therapy sessions were becoming the new normal for Quentin, learning to cope with his anger issues.

He set most of his tantrums aside when his baby brother was born when he was eight years old, taking the role of older brother very seriously. He would keep his mother company whenever she was tending with the baby, making his homework in her bed, sometimes even getting to feed him with the bottle. The same was when Bridget was born and Quentin was older, taking up more responsibilities and helping around the house. Yet his parents always made sure he was a kid, going outside to play.

High school was a learning ground, a place to further explore himself and who he wanted to be in life. He had a bright and humorous personality, making a lot of friends but two friends in particular he spent a lot of his free time with, Callum and Harry. The two were often goofing around, but Quentin did not let that ruin his education. He had a clear idea of what he wanted to do, mostly thanks to Callum, whose situation inspired him. He also had extra motivation to get good grades and go to a good college because of the promised graduation trip his father had promised him when he graduated: backpacking through the states and meeting great landmarks, learning more about their country.

The trip however was the last of his worries when his parents divorced at the age of 16. His mother's cheating hit Quentin hard, as he had always adored the woman and the ground she walked on. The sixteen year old felt like he had to choose sides in the divorce, and he chose his father's side. With his father gaining custody over all three children, Quentin grew into the responsible role, taking care of his siblings when his father was still at work, making sure to cook dinner when his father could not. It took him a long time to forgive his mother, despite her attempts to reconcile. By the time his university acceptance letter got in, Quentin decided to take a gap year to help his father around the house, informing the university of his decision. With the prospect he could reapply whenever, Quentin found himself taking time with his family, even going on that backpacking trip with his father, making sure Wesley and Bridget were being responsibly looked after.

University was a fresh start in more than one way. He thrived during his medical studies and also rekindled a relationship with his mother. As the semesters passed however, Quentin began to notice discrepancies in his mother's stories and ways of acting. When he visited without a heads-up one day, his suspicions were proven to be right. He discovered his mother had developed a serious alcohol addiction which she had been trying to hide from her ex-husband and children. Quentin told her to sober up before it was too late or he would tell his father, knowing that that would mean she would no longer be trusted with her children. She promised she would, yet Quentin had his doubts.

Because of this, he tried to keep his residency as close as he could, and was offered a spot at the hospital in Kismet Harbor, making it his goal to in the future become a prosthetist and help people on their new path of recovery and way of life. He hadn’t expected however that through his time as a resident, he fell in love. It was a simple introduction, Wesley dragging him over to a certain blonde and there was an instant connection between the two. She had aspirations like him and they both understood that they would have shared focuses each, leaving less room for miscommunication in their newfound relationship, one that ended up being tested on one fateful evening. Quentin had been driving back with Callum and Harry from a high school reunion at a location outside of town when Harry lost control of the vehicle. Quentin remembers flashes, Callum’s groaning in the backseat, Harry silent on the hood of the car while he couldn’t move himself, his muscles cramping up entirely, pain shooting throughout his body. His recovery was nowhere near as painful as having to bury his friend, blaming the seasonal weather that caused the car to slip over the ice, but admittedly would have swapped places with Harry, knowing that he wouldn’t have left behind a wife and son. The pain Quentin found himself in made him more irritable, more on edge, and when he discovered his mother had not kept her promise to him, he delivered on his word and told his father about his mother's drinking problem, which resulted in Dale keeping his sons and daughter away from their mother. Quentin had hoped that this would cause her to wake up and go to rehab, instead a few months later, he was woken by his father who told him his mother had passed away.

The emotional pain enhanced his physical pain, and before he knew it, Quentin had more dependent on the painkillers he'd received for his shoulder and back injury, even if that was the last thing he intended to do. He couldn’t function without the painkillers and realised he had hit a new low when he had been tempted to stealing medication from the hospital’s pharmacy. It was then that he confided in Summer who told him they could wait it out, not wanting to risk his career. Cold turkey. He remembered every moment of it, agonisingly counting the hours. It took him a while after, at least a month before he was ready to come clean to his father, not wanting to keep secrets from him. From that moment on, he would never let anyone down again.

He went on the straight and narrow, working his shifts, passing his tests and eventually he married the girl. It wasn’t an easy decision, but helping her in her path to success, he agreed into moving along with her to Los Angeles as soon as he could find a place to further his career. Everything went as they should. He had no difficulties reaching his attending years and eventually become a full fledged doctor. He had everything he thought he always wanted. He had the job, he had the wife and he had the kids. With Sadie and Lucas born, his world got a whole lot richer. Yet the more his life became successful, so it did for his wife. And it didn’t take much longer before she had to sacrifice shared family time. The more popular an actress she became, the more she started missing out on school functions, birthday parties, recitals and soccer matches. They argued whenever she was home and sober, a flaw he ignored so he did not make his own issues hers. When the paparazzi started bothering them at their home, Quentin lost it. They ended up at the children’s schools and daycare, as well as his job. As extroverted as he was, he valued his privacy. He hated having his picture taken, even in a personal or professional setting. When Summer’s assistant failed to communicate his latest message to her, he decided having to wait up for her was the only thing to do and try to talk things out that this could no longer work, not with it impeding their children’s daily life. When she came home drunk from one of her parties, it was the last drop.

He wasn’t someone to give ultimatums, and instead he confronted Summer with the fact he had four tickets to Kismet Harbor, where he was going to raise the children in peace and quiet, and that she could come along if that was what she wanted. He packed up suitcases of clothes, arranging a moving company for a few important belongings to ship to Oregon. With a broken heart, Quentin boarded the plane with his two children, leaving his wife behind in Los Angeles, with that ending their marriage. Divorce papers sent soon after.

Settling in Kismet Harbor again came easier to the two youngsters while Quentin struggled. He was offered a position at the local hospital through his old mentor, yet found his thoughts to be with Summer all the time. She hadn’t objected with him wanting the children to be with him throughout the year, having them go to Los Angeles every other year during the summer and Christmas, with Summer coming the other times. It was even more confusing when him and Summer had unfinished business and ending up in bed together. It would always end up with her leaving back for Los Angeles soon after. At some point, he made the decision to move on, getting back into the dating pool, but mostly focusing on raising his two children, making sure they had everything they needed in life and from him, functioning as both a father and a mother, which still had its challenges. But he’d be damned if he wouldn’t try his hardest.

When Summer made the move to Kismet Harbor, Quentin had hope that this meant they could rekindle their relationship as well as the relationship between mother and daughter. For a while it seemed to work. They got along great, had a fun time together and even spoke of moving to somewhere they could both live and be happy. When however Quentin learned she had used being back with her family as an opportunity to get good press, even tipping off the paparazzi. Quentin saw red, letting Summer try and explain her way out of things before permanently ending things between them with the threat that if he saw a paparazzi photo of her playing the good mother, he would take further steps. Luckily it didn't get that far and the children got to keep seeing their mother. Quentin stayed true to his word however that him and Summer were done and moved on, entering a relationship on Christmas day which seems to flourish as time went by, even having her support and company after he broke his leg during a storm that raged through the city. Quentin is recovering without the use of painkillers, having to make use of a cane while looking at surgical options to improve his leg so that he can make fully use of it yet again.

TIMELINE

1980 – born december 19 1988 – Wesley is born 1992 – Bridget is born. 1996 – Quentin's parents divorce 1998 – Graduated high school. 1998-2000 – Quentin takes a gap year. 2001 – started at university of Pittsburgh in Pennsylvania. 2005 – graduated university. 2005 – Had an accident with Callum and Harold, his childhood friends. Harold died. 2006 - Quentin's mother passes away due to alcohol abuse 2006 – met Summer 2006 – Relapsed from pain medications given to him for his injuries. Ended cold turkey with Summer’s help. 2008 – moved to LA with Summer. 2008 – started working at LA General. 2009 – married Summer 2009 – birth of Sadie 2012 – birth of Luke 2013 – Quentin left for KH to support Callum after his wife’s disappearance. 2017 – Quentin and Summer divorced 2017 – moved to Kismet Harbor 2017 – started working at Kismet Harbor hospital as an orthopedic surgeon and prosthetist. 2023 – Sadie starts high school 2023 - started rekindling a relationship with Summer, but broke up within the month 2023 - started dating Julieta at Christmas day.

Relationships:

1994-1997 (OPEN) 1998 (Senior year) (Adriana Vazquez-Hatcher) 1998-2000 (OPEN) 2001-2003 (university) (OPEN) 2005-2017 (Summer Cassidy) 2019-2023 (OPEN) 2023-present (Julieta Alvarez)

[umbrace-rambles]

The beginning of our storyline (session 0) was set 5 years before Luffy set sail, with Jack (captain) and Hikaru (my guy) meeting while imprisoned in a marine base. There was a lot of breakout, threatening, blackmailing and murdering involved, and by the end of that session they had begrudgingly decided to run away and sail together from that moment on. Our second session was set 4 years after when we met our eventual third crewmate </3 Who joined because her interests aligned with our route

Hikaru's ship was called Matchbox because it somehow always ended up on fire (totally not the fault of his fruit)

^ both by @yellingart (owner of "Rainbow" Jack, the ex-Sun pirate fishman)!

My character, Hikaru, was on a vengeful quest to annihilate as many marines as possible and to get to their HQ because he had lived through the Baterilla search and they had killed his mother and unborn sister while hunting down Rouge with Ace.

The best thing about him was that he had the power of the glow-glow fruit, which is a paramecia that turned him into a human glowstick sfskbjf. You can probably imagine how wack his powers were and he was SO fun to use. He could crack his own bones and he would glow like some weird body horror bit. He could cut himself to use his corrosive blood or use his scrapped-raw knuckles to give you corrosive punches, and every single time he did any of this there was a CHANCE that he/anything he touched would explode on fire out of his control (he is not immune to fire) and he could also flashbang people. None of this is too chemically true I just went ham with it by OP logic.

All of this was extremely taxing on him and he was always half-dead and covered in wounds and bandages

^ by me, normal people behavior as they broke out of the place

Remembering the time a couple of friends and I decided to start playing Seapunk Unleashed, which is a Spanish TTRPG created exclusively to play One Piece as a tabletop (without copyright, of course). It is quite literally One Piece but slightly to the right. We played with the original OP stuff because who is going to look at you wrong when you say "devil fruit" instead of "demonic elixir" in your house lmfao

And it was SOO FUN..... we only managed to do two sessions before real life got in the way and we never managed to continue, but I created the most wacky fun character for it, and had a blast with my captain, and it was just... such a fun experience. I miss it, I hope we can play it again one day

I should make a proper new reference for Hikaru, my absolute fucking menace of a man

[outsideratheart]

Hope (Alexia Putellas x reader)

After your revelation at the Bernabéu Alexia seems to be more persistent that ever to make amends with you. It wasn’t that you didn’t want your best friend back it was that you didn’t want to give her a sliver of your heart and risk her breaking it again.

You made the decision to project yourself. You would put yourself first and Alexia second.

Not even a month after the El Classico you had national team camp. For once you weren’t dreading seeing Alexia but you wasn’t looking forward to it either. It’s like part of you accepted that she would be in your life but you could determine how much of you she got. 

You had just arrived at the Las Rojas facility when you and Alexia were taken into a meeting to discuss your upcoming schedules. As soon as it was over you left. It wasn’t like it last for ages, in fact in lasted no longer than 20 minutes but you wanted to go to your room and unpack before the light gym session that had been scheduled.

“Y/N wait!” Alexia shouts. 

You don’t have to turn around to know she is running after you, her heavy footsteps give her away. You stop as you enter the elevator, holding your hand out so she can join you. 

“What is is Alexia?” 

When the doors close you begin to feel uneasy. The close proximity between you creates an unwelcome tension. 

At first, neither of you speak. Instead you focus on the level number, the two of you watching them increase with every floor you pass. 

“Alba told me that the two of you went out when she was in Madrid. She won’t talk to me about you but I know she misses you”

“I was punishing her for something she played no part of” you see Alexia shrink in her place and you cannot help but feel a little guilty “Sorry that was—“

“The truth” 

“Still it was uncalled for. I do want to forgive you but it will take a while”

The doors open and you are quick to leave. Alexia doesn’t move though. Your words having filled her with hope that one day you will give her another chance. 

“I’ll wait, along as it takes” 

Now it was your turn to stop in your tracks. You turn to face alexia to see that she is already looking in your direction but she makes no effort to move. 

“I will Y/N”

It was as if she was making a promise. One that you never asked her to make nor was it one you wanted to hear.

Whilst things wasn’t back to normal, things between you and Alexia were getting better. Given it was mostly on the pitch or the way you partnered up to motivate each other in the gym. Even off the pitch you were able to be in the same room as each other without trying to make the other drop dead with your stares. 

A few days later Spain beats Farrow Island 12-0. You scored 4 goals, all coming from assists by Alexia and you assisted her two goals as well. The captains were making a statement and sending a warning to the other teams around the world.

Back the the hotel the team were celebrating by having a pizza night in one of the common areas. 

You know that the team have sensed a shift between you and Alexia, it would be impossible for them not to.

“So now we like Y/N again?” Mapi asks. 

The room was filled with both Barcelona and Real Madrid players but the latter was the minority. 

“What are you talking about? You don’t like Y/N, why?” Athenea asks. She was one of the few players who didn’t know the past you and Alexia shared. 

“She hurt Alexia. They were best friends and Y/N turned her back on her with no explanation” Mapi explains. 

Unbeknownst to the defender, you and Alexia had just finished your media duties and were joining your team mates. 

“If she did that to Alexia than she will do it any of us. I cannot be friends with someone like that”

You can’t believe what you are hearing, well actually you could but hearing them say it out loud breaks your heart. 

“It’s a good job we don’t need to be friends then Maria” your response caught the attention of the entire room and all eyes fell on you. 

When you turn to leave having suddenly lost your appetite and the desire to socialise, Alexia grabs your hand stopping you from doing do. The look in her eyes tells you exactly what she is about to do. 

“Alexia, no” 

“It time they knew, it’s time that they apologise for the way they have been treating you” Alexia’s tone was firm, she was using her captain’s voice. 

“Us apologise to her. She should be apologising to you” Patri retorts. 

“No. I was the one that needed to apologise to her” 

You found it ironic that Alexia felt the need to protect you now when it was her who hurt you in the first place. 

“Alexia. Stop. I want you to stop talking” you felt rage build inside you. You were desperately trying to move on from this and her telling everyone would only make it harder. 

Alexia ignores your request and continues. 

“As you know me and Jenni broke up a couple of months before the World Cup. After we were knocked out I told Y/N I loved her and I meant it” at this point she turns to you but you refuse to meet her gaze. 

“Then I came back to Barcelona” 

You hear Jenni mumble something under her breathe and you know she is making the connections in her head. 

“Y/N wanted to surprise me and when she turned up at my house but instead she saw me and Jenni kissing”

“Y/N I had no idea. Im so—“

“Don’t apologise Jenni, like you said you didn’t know”

“But you and Jenni got back together” Patri quizzed her friend. 

“After that night Y/N didn’t speak to me, she wanted nothing to do with me and I don’t blame her but at the time I didn’t know she saw us and then she stopped talking to me and refused to see me unless it was to do with the team”

You hear several people begin to apologise. 

“I don’t care for your apologises. Any of them” 

With that you storm out of the room. You feel your chest tighten and your breathes deepen as anger consumes you. 

“Y/N” hers was the last voice you wanted to hear right now. 

“Why did you do that? Why are you dredging up the past?”

“I did it for you”

“No Alexia, you did it for you. You feel guilty that I lost some of my closest friends because of what you did so you needed to confess. If you cared for me at all you would have listened to me and never brought it up. I am trying to move on, no I have moved on. It’s time for you to do the same”

Alexia didn’t like the way you phrased your sentence. You have moved on. The tone in which you said it and the look you had on your face. You weren’t talking about Alexia and she knew it, she just didn’t want to think it true. 

************

4 days later you found yourself on a flight to Scotland. If the team wins this game then they will qualify for the World Cup. You were looking forward to it knowing that the team have been working really hard and they should beat the home side. 

“Y/N!” Pina waved her hand in front of your face to get your attention. 

After numerous attempts at apologising you finally decided to forgive the girls for their treatment of you in the past. You weren’t back to how you were but it’s a lot better than it was. 

“Sorry, I was ju—“ you put your phone into your pocket as you turned your attention to the young forward. 

“texting your—“

“Mis” you shake your head, your way of warning her not to finish her sentence. 

 “What were you saying?” You ask. 

You see the way your team mates are looking at you. They can tell you are keeping something from them. 

“She was telling you that some of us are going for breakfast in the morning. Did you want to come? We haven’t been able to bond as a team on our past trips so we thought” Mapi tells you. 

“I would love but I have plans, sorry”

You see the look on the defender face. Out of everyone Mapi didn’t believe that you forgave her and that you only said it for the sake of the team. 

“Maria, don’t look at me like that. I really do want to come but I made plans before we made up, in fact I made them before I even arrived at camp. I’ll text you when I done, maybe I could meet up with you then?” 

Your attempt at comprising seems to have worked. Everyone was happy with the outcome, everyone but Alexia. 

When the team arrived at the hotel. You were assigned room and as always you are sharing with Nahikari. 

“Are you going to tell them?” She asks whilst watching you unpack. 

“We talked before she left. We’re not going to confirm it but we aren’t going to hide it either” 

The lack of response from your friend causes you to face her. There she sits on her bed with a huge smirk on her face. 

“Shut up!” You throw one of your hoodies at her. 

“I didn’t say anything and I’m keeping this” she throws the article of clothing on top of her suitcase. 

“You’re in looovvvveee” Nahikari teases. 

“I’m not but I am open to it” your own admission catches got off guard. After all this time were you really ready to give someone your heart again? 

A knock on the door pulls you out of your thought. 

“Alexia, come in. I was just leaving” Nahikari says which is news to you considering you were in the middle of a conversation, one that was about to get very deep. 

once she in in your room Alexia walks straight towards the window. She looks at the view from your room, it wasn’t special just the high street so you knew something else was on her mind. 

“Alexia”

When she turns to face you her body language gives you nothing, it is unreadable but when you look into her eyes you can see she is hurt. 

“You said you were going to forgive me” she says and you can hear the vulnerability in her voice. 

“I said I wanted to but I don’t think I can” you knew you had to be honest with her if you stood any chance of have a friendship with her. 

“So what, we keep going on like we are strangers”

You never imagined that the word strangers would be used to describe you and alexia. Two people that cared deeply for each other, who would be joined at the hip whenever they were together and two people that were once best friends.

“I never said that. I don’t have to forgive or forget in order to move on”

“But you haven’t moved on Y/N. You’re living in the past and I don’t know what else I can do”

“I have moved on but not in the way you want me to” 

*****************

Two days later, you find yourself at the front of the line ready to lead your team out. You and Alexia spoke and decided that the best person to lead the team during this match was you. In fact it was her idea which you found strange. Then again since arriving in Scotland Alexia had been weird around you. It’s like she has been avoiding you but doing so whilst been around you. 

The game ends 2-0. You get pulled away to do media but you watch your team talk to the Scottish players. You spoke English very well, you were the best of the team but even you found the Scottish accent difficult to understand so you can only imagine the difficulty your friends be must experiencing.

“Hello you” you are greeted by the person that had been catching your eye for the last 90 minutes. 

You immediately pull her into your arms as she buries her face in the crook of your neck and in response you place a gentle kiss to her temple. 

“I’m sorry we beat you” 

You can feel her smile against your neck. 

“No you’re not but the sentiment is sweet” 

“You’re right I’m not but I have no doubt that you will be joining us next summer” 

“I hope so” 

“Caroline, listen to me. I may have only been playing with you for a couple of months but in that time I have seen what you can do and tonight I saw what you bring to this team”

“Thank you Y/N. Ermm” she begins rubbing the back of her neck. “My parent/ are sitting over there” Caroline points the the family & friends section “they would like to meet you” 

“I would love to” you follow your girlfriend over to the stands.

Alexia watches the two of you from the other side of the pitch. Seeing you happy makes her happy but it hurts knowing that she isn’t the reason for your happiness. What shocks her more is when she sees Caroline introduce you to her family. This along with the hand holding and the way you sneakily kiss her cheek confirms what Alexia has been thinking for the past couple of days. 

“She was going to tell you but she didn’t know how” Nahikari tells her.

“I thought there was a chance, I still love her Nahikari, I never stopped. Not when I was with Jenni and not when we were at our lowest. It had always been Y/N and now I’ve lost her”

[skittlesfics]

name: fever burnin' faster

pairing: Eddie Munson x Best Friend! Reader

word count: 5006

summary: You were content just being best friends with Eddie until you almost lost him

content/warnings: smut, fem reader, penetrative sex, oral sex f receiving, a bit of crying but not really dacryphilia, sex with feelings, marijuana and alcohol use

author’s note: I wanted to try a header like all the tumblr girlies so I edited a pretty basic canva template. Anyway I wrote this fic based entirely on the header, I had 0 idea what I was going to write going in and here we are 5k words later. Title is from an AC/DC song.

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The beer was too cold in your hand when you picked it up, but you snatched Eddie’s lighter from its spot beside the ashtray and used it to pop the lid open anyway, just like he taught you. Your eyes flickered instinctively to his, looking for his approval, and you got it in the form of a goofy, proud grin. He’d spent a whole night teaching you that trick, back when it was just the two of you. Back before the whole world seemed to go to shit and the two of you went from being the only real adults in your friend group to two of five.

You returned his smile and took a swig of the beer. It wasn’t the same cheap shit that Eddie used to score from Wayne, no Steve had seen to the end of that pretty quickly when he saw what it was the two of you were drinking. You appreciated the sentiment, but part of you was nostalgic for the taste of cheap and easy.

You chased a droplet of condensation down the length of your bottle with the tip of your finger, thinking about how long it had been since any hangout was just you and Eddie. That used to be easy, too. Not this choking, overwhelming mess of emotions left unsaid, longing gazes over an ashtray, not this painful squeeze in your chest when Eddie did anything normal.

Maybe you had always loved Eddie and just failed to notice. Or maybe it just didn’t matter because Eddie was just always going to be there and surely the two of you would get to that later. Until he almost wasn’t. Until you almost didn’t. And you didn’t have to face it anyway when Steve always seemed to be there as a buffer, or Robin was visiting because she needed advice right now or Nancy was stopping by just to check on you two, or the kids wanted an impromptu D&D session because it wasn’t like anyone had anything better to do.

This was the first time in what was feeling like an impossible span of time that you and Eddie were… alone. And you had forgotten how to do this. How to be easy and carefree. How to just let the banter happen. How to be close without it feeling too close.

“Penny for your thoughts, princess?” Eddie asked, walking around the folding table to bump his hip up against yours. Too close like that. You took a sip of your beer to stall, smiling around the bitter taste.

“That’s all I’m worth to you, Munson?” You teased. It was the right answer, because he threw his head back and laughed like you said something much funnier than you had, throwing his free arm around you like it belonged there. You pretended like his touch didn’t burn. Like every point of contact wasn’t burning you alive with something you weren’t ready to put words to.

“That’s all I can afford. You think I’m made of money?” When you laughed that time it felt a little easier, a little lighter, a little more natural. You answered his first question instead of his second.

“I was just thinking it’s been a while since it’s been just the two of us down here.” You admitted. Your mouth was suddenly dry, but you hesitated as you lifted your beer to your mouth. This was the second one, you didn’t want to get completely trashed, especially not when Eddie had rolled up a joint special, just for the two of you to share.

As if he could read your mind, Eddie put down his beer and reached for the joint. You offered him his lighter but he just held the joint between his lips and leaned towards your hand. You took the hint, twisting the lighter in your hand so that you could get at the flint wheel. Your hand shook a bit and it took you two tries to light the damn thing, but you got the job done.

“You really shouldn’t trust me with open flame around that pretty hair of yours, Munson.”

Eddie didn’t laugh because he was sucking air through the joint, trying to get a steady cherry lit so that it wouldn’t go out or canoe the second he handed it to you, but you caught the crinkle around his eye, the slight curl at the corner of his mouth. When he was satisfied with the light, he took a real pull and handed it to you, fingers brushing yours as you made the exchange. Heat again, warmth spreading from the point of contact until you were sure that you would make the joint burn out faster from the fire in your veins alone.

“Oh please,” He quipped as you put your lips to the joint, “You’re more protective of it than I am.”

You tried not to think about the fact that you were putting your lips where his had been only moments before. The inherent intimacy in sharing a joint, in pulling something that he rolled for you into your lungs, in tasting him on the filter. This was not the first time you had shared a joint with Eddie, not even the first time you had shared a joint alone with Eddie, and yet you could feel a faint warmth rising to your cheeks at the thought of his mouth.

“Can we sit?” You asked, pulling the joint from between your lips and exhaling the smoke ungracefully into the basement air. You didn’t wait for an answer, placing your beer on the banged-up coffee table as Eddie grabbed the ashtray to move it closer. It was your basement, anyway.  You carefully propped the joint on the edge of the ashtray and flopped down onto the couch, your body sinking in and then sinking in as the first hints of a high creeped in. Eddie followed shortly, arm landing casually across the back of the couch above your head, where it always did.

Only it didn’t feel casual. Not when your heart was wanting to beat out of your chest at his mere proximity. Not when his jean clad thigh was brushing casually against your mostly bare shorts clad thigh. Not when his fingers unconsciously started playing with your hair like he had done this a million times because he had and you were the one that couldn’t be normal about being alone with your best friend.

Eddie leaned forward to exchange his beer for the joint, twisting his body so that he didn’t drag you forward with him. You were grateful for the cassette player in the background playing Eddie’s most recent mix tape he’d made for you. It filled the silence where you couldn’t, even though Eddie had started it with Bat Out of Hell by Meat Loaf just to fuck with you.

You dropped your head back against the couch, your head bumping against Eddie’s arm as you closed your eyes and took a slow, careful breath. It was too much. This was too much. So much had changed, you just wanted an easy night with your best friend. Not this weird tension that coiled in your chest and made your heart beat too hard against your chest.

“Forget how quiet it can be down here without all the damn kids running around.” Eddie remarked thoughtfully. His voice was closer than you expected, and when you opened your eyes, he was leaning towards you, holding the joint up in front of your lips. You raised your eyebrows, but leaned in anyway, wrapping your lips carefully around the filter, trying and failing not to brush the calloused skin of his fingers as you inhale slowly. Trying and failing not to think of those fingers in your mouth. You imagined the smoke rolling into your mouth, coiling in your chest to soothe the ache of whatever this was.

When Eddie pulled the joint away, he was still looking at your lips, those big brown eyes dark with something unfamiliar. Or perhaps overly familiar, but not on him. You didn’t question it yet, leaning your head back to blow a column of smoke into the air before the tickle in your throat could become a real cough.

“The kids?” You said when you were done, leaning forward to grab your beer, “What about Steve and Robin? Way they bicker, you’d think I’m running a divorce court down here.”

That made Eddie laugh, a surprised cough shaking his shoulders as you caught him mid-inhale. You couldn’t help but to laugh with him, some of the weight on your chest easing off because that felt normal.

“Jesus Christ, you’re trying to kill me.” Eddie pounded his chest to get the smoke out, still laughing, still coughing. When he settled down, you were leaning a little closer, smiling a little easier. His arm slid down from the back of the couch to around your waist and he pulled you in close so that your head fell against his shoulder.

“Missed this.” He admitted, always so open, so earnest with you that it made you want to cry right then and there. “The roadies are fun, but I like to have the real talent all to myself.”

“You’re such a loser, Munson.” You shoved his chest with one hand, but you didn’t shove yourself away. You stayed right there, smiling a private little smile to yourself because you liked having him all to yourself, too.

“What’s that smile, Princess?” Eddie teased, tilting his head to get a better look at your face. And fuck you’ve always loved the way he sounded when he called you princess but when he was that close and his arm was wrapped around you like you were his, you couldn’t help but bite your lip, closing your eyes to stave off the shiver his words brought.

“Missed this too.” You admit, not quite making eye contact, knowing that your reaction hadn’t gone unnoticed.

Eddie wasn’t having that. His hand, now free of the joint, came up to tilt your chin up carefully, thumb pressing into the soft skin under your bottom lip.

You met his eyes reluctantly, not knowing how much was on your face, but knowing exactly how much was in your heart. The weed was making you hazy, soft, but Eddie was sharp and in focus despite it all, his touch a point of brightness in the otherwise dim room.

You willed yourself to say anything, to make a joke, to diffuse the tension, but when you opened your mouth you could only wet your lips with your tongue. Eddie’s eyes flicked from your eyes to your mouth and then back, his jaw clenching so slightly you would have missed it if you were doing anything but studying his expression.

It was Eddie who ultimately broke the silence, swallowing thickly before parting his lips.

“If you don’t let me kiss you, I think I might cry.” He said it like a joke, but you could feel the weight, the effort in his words. You could feel the warmth of his gaze, the burn of his thumb trying so hard not to slide up and part your lips. When you spoke, your voice was raspy.

“If you don’t kiss me, I think I might cry.”

It’s all he needed. He surgds forward, hand guiding you to him as his lips crashed against yours. There was no grace in his motions, the raw need guiding the press of his lips against yours, the press of his fingers into your hip, the thumb pulling down your bottom lip to grant him access to your mouth.

His tongue tasted like weed and beer and the red hots he had been eating earlier, but the fact that it was him made the combination intoxicating. You moaned into his mouth, reaching up to grab the bottom of his shirt for something to anchor you to reality. Fireworks exploded in your brain as you struggled to convince yourself that this was real. That Eddie was real and here and that he wanted this, right now, with you.

He pulled away to study your face for only a moment and then he was kissing you again, lips molding against yours like he couldn’t bear for them to be apart. His kiss was desperate, hungry, seeking, and when you opened your mouth against his he moaned like he was losing himself in you. You took gratification from the desperation in his tone, knowing that it wasn’t just you that was desperate and wanting for your best friend, that this might not be so one sided after all.

You pressed one hand against his chest, pushing him back, and he gave you a wounded look until you were clambering into his lap, throwing one leg to the other side of him so that you could rest comfortably on top of him.

“Wanted to kiss you for so long.” You admitted, leaning in to taste his lips before trailing a line of sweet kisses from his lips to his jaw. He shivered under your touch, tilting his head to give you access to the pale skin of his neck. There were scars there that had yet to fully heal and you took extra time to kiss them, as if your lips alone could solve the hurt he’d been through.

“Should’ve said something.” Eddie’s voice was wrecked, all low and gravelly with desire, “been trying to get you to kiss me for years.”

There was no joke in his voice that time, and when you leaned in to kiss him again, his hands found your waist, fingers sliding just under the faded Metallica t-shirt that you had most definitely stolen from him to press into your soft skin.

It took so little for him to make you desperate, the warmth of his fingers, the shift of him under you, the way he sucked your bottom lip into his mouth.

“Just kiss?” It was bold. It was reckless, but a few weeks ago you almost lost him. You almost lost him and dammit if you were going to hold back from what you want with him ever again. Eddie groaned underneath you, his grip on you tightening like he thought you might change your mind and run away, like he needed to anchor himself to prove that you were real.

“Don’t tease me, princess, I can’t take it.”

This time he felt when your thighs clench as he says the pet name, eyes closing, bottom lip pulling between your teeth and he groaned, dropping his forehead against your shoulder.

“Not teasing, Eddie. I want you. I want this.” You grabbed his hands and slid them further up your shirt, stopping at your rib cage just under the swell of your breasts. Eddie hesitated only long enough to make eye contact with you and then he was moving, cupping and squeezing your breasts with hands that were so warm you felt feverish. Your skin was sensitive to the touch, and you gasped as his rough callouses slid over your delicate skin.

Touching wasn’t enough. Eddie withdrew his hands, impatiently shoving your shirt up and out of the way until you just grabbed the hem and pulled it over your head, tossing it somewhere in the basement. Knowing you weren’t wearing a bra and seeing that you weren’t wearing a bra were totally different things, and the sight of your bare chests, nipples pebbling in the cool air, drew a desperate whine from Eddie.

“Fuck, look at you.” He rasped, leaning forward to taste your skin, running his tongue from the bottom for your breast to your nipple, sucking gently when you arched your back into him. It was all you could do to grip his shoulders, your hips grinding against his involuntarily as he explored your breasts with hands and lips and teeth and tongue.

“Spent so long trying to pretend not to notice these.” He confessed between kisses, his left hand toying with your nipple as he kissed his way across your chest. You wanted to laugh, to tell him that he was shit at pretending, that you had always notice when his eyes would drop mid-conversation and how you had cut that one shirt you stole from him into a tank top for this exact reason. 

You couldn't, though. Not when his touch felt so goddamn good. Not when he had you melting into a puddle in his lap. Emboldened either by the weed, the beer, or the surge of raw affection you felt for the man beneath you, you pulled away from him and pulled him into another kiss, this time grinding your hips into his intentionally in the hopes that he would get the hint.

He groaned, hands coming up to cup your face, kissing you like he was trying to take you apart. You could get lost in his mouth forever, if he'd let you, the lingering spicy-sweet of cinnamon leaving you hungry for more. Eddie had other ideas, though. Years he'd said. Wanting. Waiting. Dreaming. No, he had plans for you, more kissing could come later. 

He tapped your thigh, prompting you to slide off his lap and you did, dropping back into your spot next to him. He pushed you back into the couch and slid to the floor next to you, pushing your legs open.

"Tell me what you want, princess." He prompted, pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee. There was something so intimate about the action that you could feel tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, chest swelling with affection for the man in front of you. 

"I want you to touch me." It came out as a whisper, but Eddie heard you loud and clear. He tugged at the waistband of your shorts until you lifted your hips to help them pull them off, discarding them by the coffee table. 

His gaze softened as he caught sight of your lacy panties, a small bow adorning the front. 

"Well isn't this just the cutest." He teased, leaning to press a kiss just above your pantyline. Your face flushed and you looked away, wrinkling your nose in annoyance. 

"It's not like I was planning this. Not just breaking out the lingerie for a night in the basement." You grumbled.

"No?" Eddie pressed a kiss right on top of the bow, frustratingly close to where you really wanted him, "You're just this fucking cute on accident?" He moved lower, mouth hovering just above the damp fabric at the apex of your thighs. You tried to think of a rebuttal, something to get him back, but his breath fanning out over your panties was making it hard to think.

He kissed you through the fabric, lips pressing down right above your clit and you whined, hips lifting off the couch desperate for more.

"Who's the tease now?" Your voice sounded whinier than you wanted, but how could it not when he was toying with you, fingers tracing the waistband of your panties. Eddie laughed, but gave in. How could he not when you were looking up at him with those pleading eyes, practically pouting as he took his time with you. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, yanking them down to your knees with little finesse. You didn't mind, kicking them off the rest of the way with equal haste.

Eddie moved in between your legs, spreading them further apart to accommodate his presence. He groaned when he looked at you, spread out all desperate and wet for him, face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and desire, chest heaving. His dreams could never measure up to this.

"You're so fucking pretty, baby, you know that?" He asked, leaning to press a kiss against your inner thigh. You didn't get a chance to respond, two of his fingers already gliding through your slick folds to test how wet you are for him. The sound you made was sinful, and when you managed to open your eyes again, Eddie was smiling at you like someone gave him a present. 

"Eddie." His name fell from your lips as a complaint, a plea, a reassurance. It didn't matter. It was everything. He wanted to take his time, to touch you, to explore, to tease, but how could he deny you what you wanted when you said his name like that, your voice sending electricity directly to his cock.

He shifted lower on his knees, hooking one arm under your thigh to pull you close, and you had to look away as he licked a hot stripe across your pussy that had you keening. Your fingers drifted down, tangling in his hair as he fucked you on his tongue. His eyes were closed, fingers sinking into the flesh of your thigh as if he could somehow pull you closer, taste you more.

"Oh, Eddie, Fuck." His lips found your swollen clit and he sucked slowly, tortuously, relentlessly. He was devouring you with his mouth and you didn't even mind that you were losing everything to him. You were already his, always had been, why not this way, too?

His two fingers were back, sliding carefully to gather your slick again before pressing into your interest. You clenched around him instinctively as his tongue flicked your clit and another groan fell from his mouth. You lost track of what he was doing, the sensation of his tongue and fingers combined leaving your head in a fog of overwhelming pleasure. 

"Gonna cum for me, pretty?" You didn't know that you were until he pulled away to ask and then suddenly you were gasping, clenching around his fingers as he lapped at your clit. You moaned something that sounded a lot like his name, your fingers gripping his dark curls tighter than you probably should as he pulled moans and gasps from your lips, curling his fingers inside you in a way that had you bucking your hips up against his face. You didn't get a chance to answer.

You were so, so close, mind full of static as you gave yourself over to the sensation of Eddie pulling you to the edge. You could feel yourself drawing closer, closer still, and then he sucked at your clit again, humming in a way that made your entire world vibrate and then you were falling apart. You folded over, curling around Eddie as your body trembled, his fingers still working you slowly, scissoring at your entrance to get you ready for him.

You unfolded from around him as you came down, laughing brokenly as he pressed a gentle kiss to the inside of your thigh. Then he was pushing himself up, pressing sloppy kisses that tasted like you against your mouth, your cheek, your neck, anywhere he could reach. He fumbled with his belt, shoving his jeans down with an urgency only matched by the way you tugged at his boxers, pulling away from his kiss to admire him as he helped you yank them down. 

Your teeth found your bottom lip again as his cock was freed from its plaid confines. It was thick and curved wickedly up to his belly, dark against his pale skin. The curls you had often admired in short flashes under his shirt grew thick and shiny at the base. You reached for him and he swatted your hand away, kissing away the pout that followed. 

"You're going to ruin me if you touch me right now, baby. I'm not going to last." He stepped out of his jeans, grabbing them to fish his wallet out of his back pocket, where he dug a small gold tinted foil pouch from a forgotten pocket. You watched with rapt attention as he ripped it open with his teeth, spitting it off to the side after pulling the condom from it. He rolled the condom over his cock carefully, his eyes scanning your body shamelessly as he pumped his cock once, twice, and then he was pushing you lengthwise onto the couch again, pushing one leg up around his waist to make space for himself on the cushion.

"Ruin you, hmm?" You teased now that he was over you, reaching down to slide his cock through your folds, pumping it slowly to spread your slick across the condom. He cursed, squeezing his eyes shut as he took a steadying breath.

"You're going to be the death of me, princess. This is supposed to be the part where I ask if you're sure you want this." He protests, though his eyes told you that he already knew exactly what you wanted. 

"I think we're past the formalities, Munson. Just fuck me." You tilted your hips to help him line himself up and he swallowed a sarcastic quip as you pushed yourself up so that the head of his cock just started to press into you. It was clear from there that he was a goner. 

He moved slowly, pressing into you inch by inch, trying not to whimper as you stretched around him. You were heaven. You were everything. He couldn't think of anything but the press of your soft thighs against his waist, the soft moans falling from your lips with each motion, the heave of your breasts as you gasped for air, and fuck... all of that just for him.

Your teasing mood had long passed by the time he started to thrust into you properly, your legs wrapping behind him for leverage as he set a steady pace. Even with his preparation, his cock still stretched you deliciously, your body struggling to acclimate each time he pulled back out.

"Shit, you're too fucking hot and tight." Eddie hissed between gritted teeth, his hips faltering slightly as he sheathed himself in you and you squeezed on the way out. You pushed yourself up on your elbows, mouthing wet kisses against his chest, desperate to touch, to taste, to feel. You wrapped your arms around his torso and pulled him flat on top of you and he laughed, pressing a messy kiss to your forehead as he readjusted to fuck you from this position.

It was more intimate that way, with his chest pressed against yours, those brown eyes so close to your face and so full of emotion that you might have cried. Each movement of his hips was paired with a small sound from his lips, just for you, and you swallowed each of them with an open-mouthed kiss that left Eddie's head spending. 

You had spent most of the night with your body feeling too hot and this, you realized, was what burning really felt like: Eddie's pace falling apart as he fucked into you desperately, broken moans spilling from his lips, his fingers digging into your skin hard enough to bruise as he fought to keep himself from toppling over the edge. Your body was still sensitive from your orgasm, and each slap of his balls against your clit had your head spinning. The mixtape was drowned out by the sound of skin against skin, by Eddie's cries of your name, by the heady moans you couldn't swallow down when Eddie's hand found its way between the two of you, fingers working your abused clit to bring you to a second orgasm. It was the sweetest music you'd ever heard.

"Eddie, please." You didn't mean to whine, to sob, but it came out anyway, "please, please, please." You weren't sure exactly what you were asking for. Please cum for me, or please make me cum, or please cum with me, or just please, but you kept asking anyway in case he figured it out for you. It was enough, his body so tightly wound that it was all he could do to hold on long enough to bring you to the edge with him. 

"I know, baby, I know. Let go." And that was all it took. Eddie groaned your name loudly enough that you were sure the neighbors heard it as you fell apart on his cock, your body convulsing around him, milking his orgasm from him even as he sobbed your name into your ear. 

You two stayed there for a moment, panting, processing, and then Eddie was carefully lifting himself from your chest, the sweat making your skin stick together for a moment. He pulled the condom off carefully, tying a knot, and then disappeared into the basement bathroom.

When he returned, he had a warm washcloth and a gentle smile on his face that made you feel warm in an entirely different way. You let him fuss over you, carefully wiping down your thighs, cleaning the mess from your lips, and then pressing kisses up your body as he made sure each part of you was okay.

He dropped down into the corner of the couch and you crawled over to him, dropping your head on his nude thigh. His hand dropped to your head, rubbing your scalp soothingly as you closed your eyes.

"You better kiss me when you're sober, Munson." You murmured sleepily against his leg, all the fight that might have made the demand convincing gone from the words.

"And why's that?" Eddie asked, still gently massaging your scalp. You couldn't see his face, but you could picture his contented smile all the same.

"'Cause I loved you for too long to stop now." You were too tired to turn and see the impact your words had on Eddie, but you felt him freeze up, felt the fingers stop moving in your scalp, and you weren't sure if the single hard pound of a heartbeat was yours or his. 

"Loved you longer, princess. Go to sleep." And his voice was wet and sticky sweet, but you were too tired to wonder about his tone. You just enjoyed his hands slowly soothing away the fever that had been burning away at you for far too long.

[xelasrecords]

Jumin & MC Language Disparity: Aegyo Edition!

Excuse me while I cry trying to explain this with my limited Korean vocabulary. Google translate did NOT help. Apparently it doesn't understand aegyo.

Remember this honey bunny tidbit from Jumin's day 11 chatroom? I've always found it odd due to how random it is, so I went to see what goes on in the Korean chat and turns out Jumin and you are having a full-blown baby-talk session!

Let me present you the literal translation for the Korean counterpart:

MC: woori jyagi wajjyeong? (is our honey here?) Han Jumin: wajjyeo? (here?) Han Jumin: ah... Han Jumin: geureon uimigun (so that's what it means) Zen: mwoya...;; (what the...;;) Han Jumin: wajjiyeom (your honey is here)

This is where it gets interesting. In Korean, baby-talking is called aegyo and is often deemed cute (or cringe depending on your taste). When you talk in aegyo, you add an extra sound of -m or -ng at the end of your word, like calling your older boyfriend 오빠 (oppa) as 오빵 (oppang). You can also modify them, like turning 자기 (jagi) to 쟈기 (jyagi). Aegyo is usually spoken in a high-pitched voice and aided with cutesy gestures. It's something you do for fun with your friends, significant others or people you feel comfortable with.

Now, we all know Jumin is a no-nonsense person who's not well-versed in modern culture, albeit he has shown interest in it. The closest comparison to him practicing aegyo would be talking like Yoosung—Yoosung uses a lot of aegyo either when he's whining or happy, and honestly he's adorable for it.

Click here to watch the example of aegyo. If you skip to 0:51 you can see how woori jyagi is spoken in real life.

THE EXPLANATION

In the chat above, you start the conversation by aegyo-fying your question of whether Jumin has come to the chatroom. The normal way of asking it would be 주민씨 왔어요? (jumin-ssi wasseoyo?)

There are multiple layers to this. First, the usage of woori jyagi, which directly translates to our honey indicates affectionate possession. You can say 내 자기 (nae jagi) to mean my honey, but for the sake of aegyo, woori is used and jagi is turned to jyagi, as per the example before.

Second, you turn 왔어요 (wasseoyo) to 와쪙 (wajjyeong), which Jumin repeats out of confusion. When he catches on, he verbalises his realisation in his usual speaking style, but Zen is already like "what the heck?" because the mere sight of Jumin mimicking baby-talk is freaking him out LOL.

Then as the grand finale bam bam, Jumin plays along by answering you with 와찌염 (wajjiyeom) instead of 왔어 (wasseo).* From the context, you can glean that he refers to himself in third person, which is what acting cute is all about.

*If you're wondering about the difference between -jjyeong and -jjiyeom, it's because the former is phrased as a question while the latter is an answer.

This whole exchange is very funny that I cracked up the first time I read it. I couldn't believe Jumin would actually say that.

So yeah, you just baby-talked to him and he did it back. Now imagine Jumin doing aegyo in that deep voice of his, complete with a poker face and a mischievous glint in his eyes. Can you? Because I so can and therefore need a live demonstration ASAP to confirm my imagination.

BONUS

Zen makes a barfing noise. He says eu-weg.

[sunwoo-hoo]

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「  choi hyunsuk  」

shocked baby, his jaw is literally on the floor 

was genuinely surprised when he asked you a question on where you wanted to eat for dinner 

when you replied in your native language he did a double take 

“wait what?”

when you told him what you said in the language you normally speak to each other he blushed 

“you sound so cute when you speak in your native tongue babe, can you teach me sometime? 

「 park jihoon 」

he heard you speaking in your native language when you were talking on the phone with your parents

has heard you speak in your language many times 

he laughed when he realized you were speaking incredibly fast 

you just looked at him and gave him a nudge with your elbow

when you finished the call that’s when he looked at you and said 

“how come you never speak that fast when your scolding me?” 

「 kanemoto yoshinori  」

you were both playing a video game when you cursed in your native language out of frustration 

he turned his head and looked at you shocked

one because you were speaking in your native language 

and two because he knew that it must’ve been a bad word based on your body language 

you covered your mouth with your hand in shock when you realized what you just said when he jokingly replied 

“how about we do something a little less competitive?”   

「 kim junkyu  」

you were in the shower when you started to sing a song in your native language

it didn’t matter if you weren’t the best singer in the world it was your favorite song and you were having fun  

in your shared bedroom he heard you singing and quickly recorded an audio version of it 

he quickly put on his headphones and started practicing the song

when you got out of the shower that’s when you heard him singing the same song 

you told him what he was doing when he blushed and said 

“you sounded so adorable singing, i wanted to learn the song so that we could sing together” 

he then grabs your hand and pulls you in for a dance 

「 takata mashiho 」

it was a warm sunny day when he was teaching you the basics of basketball playing one on one

you were starting to get the hang of it when you suddenly tripped on your own two feet

which resulted in you crying and all you could think was speaking in your native language holding your knee from the pain 

at first he didn’t even recognized you speaking in another language 

his first priority was making sure that you were okay 

he rubbed your cheek and softly said 

“c’mon love that’s enough for today, let’s get some ice cream okay?”  

「 yoon jaehyuk 」

you were both cuddling watching a movie when you started to fall asleep

he was about to turn off the movie when he heard you mumbling in your sleep

he smiled when he realized it was in your native language

he pushed your hair to the side and kissed your cheek softly 

that’s when he whispered quietly in your ear

“goodnight love, sweet dreams”

「 hamada asahi 」

you were out grocery shopping together when an older women came up to you and started asking for help in your native language

at first he didn’t react too busy looking at the shopping list on what to bring back for dinner

he took noticed when he realized you weren’t next to him and saw you standing 5 feet away deep in conversation with the women laughing and smiling 

when you waved goodbye that’s when he walked up towards you with a dimpled smile and said

“can you teach me your language? that way next time i can help too!” 

「 bang yedam 」

has actually heard you speak your native language many times

he actually decided to learn the language to surprise you in a song he was writing for you 

when he sat you down one rainy morning at first you were confused 

until he started to sing in your language playing the guitar effortlessly

you quickly teared up 

when he was finished he sat his guitar down and grabbed your hand

“i just wanted to show you just how much you inspire me everyday” he whispered wiping away your tears 

「 kim doyoung 」

he’s never heard you speak your native language before until one day he heard you reading aloud a recipe from a cookbook

you were baking cookies for the rest of the members for their late practice 

at first you avoided speaking in your native language to him because you were a bit embarrassed 

while you were mixing the ingredients you felt his hands wrap around your waist 

you jumped in response not expecting him to be back from his recording session so soon 

he rested his head on your shoulder and praised

“don’t be embarrassed to speak your language baby, in fact you sound so much more hotter”  

「 watanabe haruto 」

you were always in constant awe when he would show his rapping skills to you 

so that’s when you decided to learn how to rap in your native language to surprise him for your one year anniversary 

he’s heard you speak your native language before but this would be the first time he would hear you rap 

after your anniversary meal that’s when you decided to swap your gifts

you received your favorite flowers and perfume 

when he closed his eyes he expected to get handed something but that’s when he heard you 

rapping in your native language he quickly opened his eyes and smirked at you 

once you finished you shyly looked up at him 

“how was it, did i just made a complete fool of myself?” you chuckled nervously swaying your body back and forth 

he quickly clapped and pulled you close bending slightly down to give you a tender kiss

as he pulled away he looked deeply in your eyes

“that was the greatest gift i’ve ever received” 

「 park jeongwoo  」

you were babysitting a close’s friend’s niece and he decided to tag along for the day to help you

even though you told him that he wouldn’t be able to understand her since she spoke in your native language 

he assured you that he would have fun regardless as long as he was with you 

when you all decided to go to the park that’s when he heard you speak your language to the little girl 

in that moment he swore his heart skipped a beat

when she went to go play with the other kids on the slide you two sat down at a nearby bench 

putting his arm around you he pulled you close and kissed your temple 

“you’re everything that i could ever hope for and more”  

「 so junghwan  」

you actually heard him speaking your language first 

his school had told their students to pick a second language to study for and that’s when he chose yours 

when you came to interrupt his study session for a quick lunch break that’s when you heard him speaking your native language 

you gently tapped on the door and he told you it was okay to come in

you looked at him with the sweetest eyes and bashfully said

“i know your only learning it because you have to, but it really feels good to hear you speak in my language” 

he gently grabbed your wrist and pulled you on his lap

he gave you a soft peck on the lips and said 

“i chose this language course because i want us to be closer, you know i’d do anything for you” 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* © sunwoo-hoo 2 0 2 1  ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

[hillbillyoracle]

(approximation, not word for word)

Me: So you’ve got a therapy appointment this afternoon, are you going to talk about what’s been going on lately?

Partner: Yeah I’m gonna talk about how hard things have been. 

Me: So about how you cannot hold even the most casual of conversations to the point were everyone in this house avoids you? Or that Saturday you stormed out of the house, screamed at me, threw your water bottle right past me, and claimed you were going to bake in the sun and sleep on the front lawn in full view of the neighbors? Because I was “bossing you around” by not constantly soliciting your input and I cussed a lot when you escalated? 

Partner: Yeah that too. Could you write that down for me so it’s easier to talk to her about?

Me: -writes it down-

After Session

Me: So how’d it go?

Partner: It went well. Didn’t spend much time on the social interaction issues like I wanted to but we talked about my suicidality and it was good for me. 

Me: Okay.

Partner: (is slightly mopey and passive aggressive that I’m not responding more)

I just...this is a huge huge reason why I’m just not about therapy as a profession. As a primary tenant it centers the client, seeks to validate and normalize - ideally as a means to change but regularly provides justification for abusive people to keep abusing and centers their experience while excluding the risks to people around them. 

I have been with her for over 5 years now and I’ve only seen a steady decline since looping in therapists. 

One therapist claimed she was basically in remission and they didn’t need to see each other any more when the week before she’d gone down into the basement, broke shit, and started self harming in front of me. 

I just...

There is currently no evidence based treatment program for violent people that can do better than a 50/50 shot whether someone has reoffended at the 12 month mark. At the same time - a shit ton of therapists are normalizing the feelings of all these folks who get told “got to therapy” for harming or exploiting their partners. Like...

It’s stuff like this that just has me thinking I’ll probably never visit another therapist again. 

How could I ever trust a system that refuses to monitor her meds and enables her abuse by validating her feelings which she then takes as permission to do what she does? 

I’m so tired have having shit thrown at/near me, having her self harm and telling me it’s my fault because I said or did xyz thing, and being told I need to run an entire household solo because she “contributes money” (somehow I think even if I out earned her she’d have some other reason) and then a therapist is like “yeah well you know it’s normal to feel that way” or whatever the fuck. 

And in before someone starts the “well SHE has A CONDITION” - yeah so do I. Why do mine matter less? She has never at any point in our relationship actively sought out information on or adapted her behavior to better assist me. She has actively used what she does know about mine to trigger fights which she then uses to guilt me and get her way. If neutrality is my biggest crime here, I’ll take it. I spent literally several years reading everything I could get my hands on, changing everything about the way I do things, and she is still like this and relentlessly critical. 

No I’m not looking for “help getting out” - 90% of folks have 0 clue what that actually entails, especially for a disabled person - so please don’t offer it. I’m aware of my options. 

See this is why I don’t write about this shit very often. I know what the internet thinks about folks like me. I’m very aware. 

Anywho, if anyone else is in this boat, just know you’re not alone. Perfectly normal to be skeptical of a system that has no tools for screening abusive clients, treating them, and frequently enables them. Therapy is not a fucking magic trick, it’s just part of the same crappy system. 

[mandana-the-service-pup]

✨Library #6✨

We have a 2 hr plane ride we are prepping for. This video was from todays session. We went to a library we have never visited before. I picked a table that was in the center of all the activity (glass doors in front, printers to the left, computers behind and main desk to the right). Hubbins sat next to me and I had her tucked under the table. We were there for one hour. This video captures the last 10 minutes. The reward is a med/high value kibble. 2 pieces at a variable rate (averaging 20-30 seconds, maxing out at 45 seconds)

Video Timestamps

0:00-3:00 is in normal speed. She is watching a lady print stuff out about ten feet from us and was pretty interested but held her position without much input from me.

3:00-4:50 is sped up. Pretty standard distractions with people coming in and out, lots of little kids. She was pretty relaxed. (Highly recommend listening to high pitch kibble crunching. It’s adorable 🥰)

4:50-6:50 is back to normal speed. This was when she really laid back and relaxed. I started giving her larger rewards for this behavior and we ended the session on a good note.

After the library we practiced our settle at a smoothie shop while Hubbins went to the store for 20 minutes. She did a medical alert, held her position on her mat in a relaxed state, ignored people walking past her and didn’t react at all to the blenders. I didn’t have any treats or kibble with me when we got there but she did amazing and was rewarded (outside) with a little bit of yogurt from the staff as we left.