#Also that Pig let me and Ace live...

[moisette]

I thought it was a stealth Killer or a Trapper xD

I see people do that a lot so I tried it... I didn't realize he had broken the wall already. I guess that's why Windows shows you walls xD;

She has an add-on that makes you have a longer lunge and that was what she had. She also lost her terror radius when she M2'd people. Feels a bit cheap on Nurse but at least she wasn't a cheater.

I felt so bad this match... I ran in the direction I did because I know there's good pallets over there. I was too panicked to use the one next to my gen so I just ran. My teammate got hooked because of that and the Ace picked me up and I had Endurance and I didn't take a hit for him because I didn't see it at first =_= I don't know his perks. He doesn't know my perks. I've been picked up so many times and went back down so that's what I expected to happen xD;

Did he not lunge? That looked fucking weird o_O

I feel like I should not have gotten hit there but maybe it's just his animation. I was dead either way but I thought I made that vault xD

I've used the perk a billion times - I know when a Killer has it. He got the jump on me in our first chase because of it. He also had Trail of Torment but I didn't know his other perks.

[moonriseoverkyoto]

That’s Where I’m from, Sweetheart

Synopsis So I’ve been tinkering with southern reader and everyone’s favorite Scot.

cw: none? Maybe one mention of blood, talk of strip poker, some playful but still threatening language (all is fair in love and war guys), just a teensy eeensy bit suggestive (if you don’t wanna see it, just scroll by it’s that easy.)

Pairing: southern(southeast)!medic!reader x John "Soap" MacTavish

Author’s note: literally doing this as a test but if nobody likes it I’ll still repost it. Anyways all inspo and motivation comes from @glossythor

©️moonriseoverkyoto 2023. please do not steal, copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost any of my works without my permission. do not steal any elements of my theme without permission.

southern Medic!reader didn’t learn their tricks traditionally from med school, no in fact they aced their classes and almost graduated top of class.

So when you were specifically invited to join the 141 in the field, you can imagine the look you received when you pulled up the flight deck in your low rise jeans, and a cowboy hat sitting on top of your bag

you can also imagine the peak curiosity you were going to withstand for the next few months on the mission

“Soap won’t be the only one with a tough accent around here anymore.” Price murmured as you walked into the room with a big smile only to be greeted by hardened eyes scanning you for your weaknesses and possible ulterior motives.

In reality your accent isn’t that bad, it’s just such a stark difference to them

“hello everybody, I’ll be y’all’s medic for the time being. Believe me I’ve already heard all the hillbilly, and the redneck bullshit so can it for me okay everyone?” You said affirmatively.

As the day proceeded on there was a tension stuck between your shoulders especially when you got placed between ghost and soap for the flight

“So what part are you from darlin?”

“The part where oil is ol’ and water is from a hose. That’s where I’m from”.

You never grow used to the look you receive from others as the team grows close to you. Nor do you ever live down the jokes and the constant harassment from the team to “get a room” with soap once your accents kick into high gear and his gaelish comes out.

“dinnae be in any rush darlin, our captain isn’t bleeding out any faster than usual. I would hate to clipe to the rest of the group that you get slower when I come around.” The Scottish flirted with a wink as he dragged Price in one rainy day to base camp.

“and I’m fixin’ to hogtie you to a horse and let you ride off into the sunset so you can eat shit for the amount you talk, sweetheart.”

“aye love if ye did that, I’d let ye just for the moment I’d be under you, even if it makes me boggin’ eejit being tied to the horse.”

Price’s grunt as you fixed the wound stopped you both and the man spoke to you both with his look of surprise between you both.

“all I ask is that we all speak English. How hard is that” followed by “this is English!”

Soap definitely pulls you everywhere by your belt loops when you’re not in scrubs. There’s something about the curve that your bootcut jeans have that does him under.

the absolute one time you played strip poker, you whipped everyone’s asses and they’ve been begging to know your tricks since. You even had your cowboy hat on still by the end

Soap who secretly goes weak at the knees hearing you say sweetheart but he would never admit how whipped you have him

Soap, the man who confesses by… well I’ll save that for another time

Everyone turning their comms off once you say sweetheart because they know you’re just talking to Soap

Soap sending everyone a video of you hogtying a pig, and winning first place at a rodeo held in your hometown over holiday one year

now they actually get a little nervous when you start stomping around in your infirmary/makeshift medic tent talking about hogtying whoever who misplaced your special medical needle gifted to you from your nana/papa/mama/whoever you find special in your life

authors note again: Anyways I’m just gonna yk slip on past here. Lmk if there’s anything that offends you or anything I should improve as I’m still super new to writing fanfiction (so much harder than literature analysis or film writing) I loved doing this and I hope I can do more!

My requests are open and I love writing these as a emotional release

[aceofbooks-creative-anthologies]

Librarian Tidbits: Lessons in Healing

I don't know about anyone else, but when I'm building a selfship, I almost always take some part of myself and make it the absolute worst version, amplified by 100.

If my f/os can love me as I am now, why can't they also love me at my worst? Why shouldn't they be able to help me learn to love those parts of me?

(This post is just about the flaws, I might do a separate post on the actual loving me in spite of myself part)

Commonalities Across the S/Is:

A love of literature and languages

A love of coffee

Depression and Anxiety (severity varies across selfships)

Hypermobility and Chronic Pain (severity varies across selfships)

No Biological Children (some have legally adopted/emotionally adopted kids)

Bouts of Asexuality (some are more sex repulsed/sex averse than others)

Sleep Issues™ (some have hypersomnia, some have insomnia, some have both, and some are just Tired™)

An attraction to shoulders and backs (and the occasional thigh) 🙂‍���️

INTPs (there is some flexibility here, but they are rooted in me, the IRL Ace, and, well, there's less flexibility on that front) (some of them are better than others at "masking" their true natures as well)

Chishiki (MHA) -> Self-Sacrifice and Pride

Chishiki has a desperate need to take care of every single person, at any given moment. She will (and has) put her body (and her Quirk) on the line if it makes someone else's life just a tiny bit easier. This is compounded by the fact that she is quite literally the smartest person in any given scenario. She knows what people need before they even know that they have a need for something. And good gods, her sense of self-worth is so intrinsically tied to that. She is very prideful 99% of the time—the other 1% of the time, when something/someone does manage to out smart/out think/surprise her, it's a nuclear level crash-out.

Dokusha (TR) -> Anger/Aggression and Self-Involvement

Dokusha is a very hurt individual, for a long list of reasons. Her anger is physical and explosive (she and Mikey have sent each other to the hospital numerous times) and the first thing she does when she moves to Japan is get involved with a gang, so she learns to channel her anger through her fists (though her preferred way to fight is to use her opponent's body and momentum/force against themselves—think Suo from WB, just more yelling and taunting and swearing). It takes a large portion of the cast to help her heal from her trauma and find more healthy outlets. Like Chishiki, Dokusha wants to take care of people. But it's because she's nosy. She wants to know everything, and the best way (in her mind) to find things out is to help people and make them complacent to her presence so that they let things slip. She also has very warped ideas around "community" that would take like at least 1K words to explain. She literally goes undercover in a Yakuza clan at like 18 guys, I don't know what else to say.

Plicarta (BC) -> Physical Health and Emotional Numbness

Plicarta is a mess, physically. Like, outside of her Magic, and it's constant drain on her mana and that manifesting in physical symptoms, she has a whole host of things wrong with her. She has collapsed because a breeze was too strong. It's honestly kind of a miracle she's still alive. She has had no less than SIX actually-literally-on-death's-door experiences JUST from overdoing it with her magic (before canon). And additionally quite a number of similar experiences just from existing (before canon). And this has made her stubborn. Things will be done her way, and she will make your life a living hell if they don't. Which is why she and Yami butt heads SO frequently. (And why they regularly take breaks.) But the flip side is that if she isn't being pig-headed about something, then she's basically emotionally numb to everything else. She's so quick to shut down and give in if you hit the right nerve—otherwise, she lashes out and digs her heels in deeper. It is such a sticking point in their relationship. And it is a trauma response because of her upbringing, but that doesn't make it okay. Fuego helps them realize how toxic they are.

Henshuu (HQ 1) -> Finances and Time Management

Henshuu is living my delusional dreams. She makes a lot of money as an editor (enough to be a regular donor to the Karasuno school library and later become the solo sponsor of the VB teams) because I refuse to look up the salary of a full-time editor at an international publishing agency. This does mean that she has almost no concept of money (her family was also fairly well off growing up), which makes Keishin very uncomfortable for a looooonnnng time (doubly so when she starts sponsoring the VB team). He wants to be the provider, but when your girlfriend makes THAT much money..... 👀 Additionally, she thinks she can do everything. Which she arguably can, but she often puts too much on her plate all at once and then underestimates how much of a commitment each individual thing requires. And with Keishin's personal schedule the way that it is... Well, they don't take their honeymoon until after their fifth wedding anniversary.

Wright (HQ 2) -> Mental Health™ and Poor Relationship Choices 👍

Wright has been clinically depressed since she was six. Her medication is a very delicate balance and if she misses one day, well... Tanaka knows to check rooftops first. She is also incredibly anxious every second of every day, but that goes away as long as she takes her meds (which means panic attacks come out of basically nowhere and are debilitating). Daichi has his work cut out for him when he realizes that she exists and develops feelings for her (Suga is already kinda-sorta friends with her at that point). Because not only is she like that ↑ BUT she is dating a (mostly emotionally) abusive piece of shit, whom she is afraid to break up with because of what he might do (he threatens to ruin the VB team's chances at Regionals at one point because he doesn't like how close she's gotten to some of them (he has always had a problem with Tanaka)). It's not until after they break up that it's revealed that his father is connected to the mob and well... it's a good thing she's medicated. -> IRL Ace note: This guy is based around my ex-not-boyfriend, but the toxicity is dialed up to like fifteen on a one-to-ten scale (e-n-b was like a four). And he only gets worse after the break-up because ~drama~ (she goes back to him twice to protect her friends).

Drucker (HQ 3) -> Passivity and People Pleasing

Drucker has no back-bone. Any hint of conflict and she's rolling over and showing her tummy, so they don't think she's a threat and will be nice to her. It works 100% of the time, but it's pitiful to watch it happen. Which the contrast is very funny, because when she is really truly scared for whatever reason (like the robbery) she becomes the snarkiest, most sarcastic bitch you've ever seen. Seeing how she is normally, you would think that she doesn't have a mean bone in her body—but she does, it's just buried very, very deep. This also translates to her need to take care of people—but it's different from Chishiki and Dokusha—she gets unbearably homesick for a long time (because Osamu's being a dickhead) and the only comfort she has is in the food she cooks. And she hates the idea that there is someone out there that is just as homesick as she is. She needs people to see the shop as "home" so that it can be "home" for her, too—and she will accommodate her customers to the ends of the world to make that happen.

Kamikaku (Dr.S) -> (Academic) Competitiveness and Antagonism

I'mma be honest. I took one look at Senkuu and decided that it would be really funny if I was as smart as him, but about the arts and languages instead of science and math. I thought someone should be around to humble him. He appeals to my inner contrarian 🙂‍↕️ And Ryuusui just suffers the consequences of that single decision.

Mine (FT) -> Commitment and Self-Worth

Mine has a lot of self-worth issues. She was abandoned as a kid, and then repeatedly abandoned/betrayed by the one person she thought of as her friend. Her magic isn't very strong on its own, which means she has to rely on other people to go out on missions. And then Loke/Leo is afraid to commit to her, which makes her feel worthless in a whole bunch of new ways. She's very quick to bail out of plans because of this. She's very bitter about it, but after getting told 'Oh, we won't need you on the mission' one too many times, she stops offering to join missions. If they need her, they'll seek her out. It's why she starts working with Gildarts—he needs money, and so she brings him quests that they can do together. She feels like she's being used (she's not, Gildarts really appreciates her help and he sees her almost like a daughter), but at least she's choosing how she's being used? If that makes sense. Shout out to Max and Hibiki for facilitating growth 🙂‍↕️ -> IRL Ace Note: I also based my relationship with Loke/Leo around my ex-not-boyfriend. I was still actively grieving the loss of that friendship when I got into FT. I saw a womanizer and projected onto him. Lokace features the better side of the relationship (in contrast to the HQ boyfriend featuring the worst side), but it's still not good. It's not until much later that they do the work to make it a good relationship.

Kyori (BL) -> (Physical) Competitiveness and Overall Health

If you were around here last summer, then you would know that Kyori was created from the realization that I will likely be "disabled" for the rest of my life (I still feel weird about using the label), for a couple of reasons, and she was how I processed the grief of the life I was losing. I am so competitive and I can't get on a trampoline with my nephew without risking injuries (other than normal trampoline injury risks) that could take me weeks to months to recover from. I can't play frizbee, I can't play baseball, I can't run—somedays it takes everything in me to walk or stand in the shower. And for a long time—even after I stopped participating in competitions—I tied my identity to being an athlete, to being someone who could go outside without risking heatstroke from being in the sun for ten minutes. Kyori is both a dream and a reality. But honestly, how was she going to walk into Blue Lock without being at least a little bit competitive?

Genjitsu (BSD) -> Femininity and Control Issues

I have.... weird feelings about gender and gender presentation. Genjitsu gives me an outlet to explore aspects of femininity that I haven't felt.... right(?) about for a long time. I've joked a few times on main that my gender identity is "took 'not like other girls™' a little too seriously", but it's true. And for a while I resented more femme presenting people because of my hang ups about it. I have now outgrown that mindset, but I still don't really know how to be "feminine"—but Genjitsu does; it's all she's ever been. For a completely different tonal shift, Genjitsu has zero control over her life. She was whisked from her universe and transplanted in another one. She can't use her Ability to fix the world around her. She has little say in where she can go and what she can do and who she can see because, despite not being able to use her Ability, she is a danger to the world if she gets in the wrong hands so she is very closely monitored. So the control that she does have, she wields it with an iron fist.

Flam (FF) -> Unreliability and Hyperfixation

Flam is the most ADHD coded self-insert. She is me on my meds, on a good physical health day. Nothing can stop her from getting her grubby little hands on whatever she wants—but she WILL forget that you exist. Karim (before she starts seeing Benimaru) has to check in with her every two hours to make sure she's eating/drinking water/bathing etc. etc. She chases whatever little thread of dopamine she can pull on and will drain the source dry. Which, if you aren't giving her dopamine, means you are not valuable to her at the given moment. She has had to be taken out of field work numerous times because whatever fire she was responding to wasn't "interesting" enough, and she just walked away, leaving her crew to cover for her. You can trust her about as far as you (an average human) can throw her.

de Grantaine (OHSHC) -> Pessimism and Conspirative

Since I decided to revamp this selfship, I don't have a lot of thoughts about who de Grantaine is, other than being a pseudo-female Kyouya. Like they have their differences, but all I have right now is vibes. But the new ship is built on her ex-fiance wasting her money and her time, and then she and Kyouya start playing with Tamaki's emotions. So I do think that pessimism and conspiratorial behaviors will be fundamental for her.

Kakari (WB) -> Control Issues™ and Anger/Aggression

Kakari is an anxious little thing. Being the child of diplomats and then going to an all-girls school overseas, she had little control over her life in her youth and needed to meet (exceed) incredibly high expectations. As a result, now that she has freedom as an adult, she can control every aspect of her life! Which is actually not a good thing for her mentally. Because she has to control every. single. aspect. of. her. life. You know that you're in good with her if she lets you take control of something she otherwise had her hands on or in. Marquie and the other Minxes quite literally saved her life and she trusts them implicitly. Speaking of control, Kakari has excellent control over her anger/aggression when something happens that would otherwise make someone lash out. Cool as a cucumber 99% of the time. But she has two limits that will result in catastropy: someone making her spill her coffee and the Minxes hurting each other—it's the one thing she won't save them from jail for. She only steps into fights as a last resort—someone has to make sure that only the right people are there at the right time—but once she's in, you're going to have problems stopping her. Writing Kakari's thought spirals are a personal attack on my psyche.

Honorable Mention: The Heaven Official's Blessing s/i is a petty and vindictive bitch. And a Calamity. I love her dearly.

Back to the Desk ->

[loonatics-b1gf4n]

LU Relationship in my AU be like:

-*Lexi: and Duck: flirting with each other yet again* 

Ace:: And you two are sure you're not dating? 

Lexi:: 100%. 

Duck:: Of course not! Why would you think that? 

Ace:: I wonder why that possibility would even cross my mind, Duck. I fucking wonder.

-Slam:: Duck: keeps forgetting which WiFi network he supposed to use. 

Slam:: So I renamed ours to "Duck:, use this one" to help him out a little. 

-Lexi:: Well, Duck:, is there anything you would like to say to Ace:? 

Duck:: How do I put this delicately? You’re a horrible roommate and nobody likes you. 

Lexi:: How about we frame our statement with “When you do this, it makes me feel this”? 

Duck:: When you live here, it makes me angry. Because you’re a horrible roommate and nobody likes you. 

-Ace:: So, did everyone learn their lesson? 

Slam:: No. 

Tech:: I did not. 

Duck:: I may have actually forgotten one. 

Rev:: Also no. 

Ace:: Oh good, neither did I. 

Lexi:: *Exhausted sigh* 

-Lexi:: Maybe the true treasure was friendship all along. But I hope not, because I can’t spend friendship on new clothes. 

-Lexi:: *sees someone doing something stupid* 

Lexi:: What an idiot. 

Lexi:: *realizes it's Duck:* 

Lexi:: Wait, that's MY idiot! 

-*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker* 

Tech:: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know. 

Everyone: 

Rev:: ...I did. I broke it. 

Tech:: No. No you didn't. Luna:? 

Luna:: Don't look at me. Look at Ace:. 

Ace:: What?! I didn't break it. 

Luna:: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken? 

Ace:: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken. 

Luna:: Suspicious. 

Ace:: No, it's not! 

Duck:: If it matters, probably not, but Lexi was the last one to use it. 

Lexi:: Liar! I don't even drink that crap! 

Duck:: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier? 

Lexi:: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Duck:! 

Rev:: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Tech:. 

Tech:: No! Who broke it!? 

Everyone: 

Slam:: Tech:... Mylene:'s been awfully quiet. 

Mylene:: rEALLY?! 

*Everyone starts arguing* 

Tech:, being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it. 

Tech:: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. 

Tech:: 

Tech:: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here. 

-Luna:: Can you be quiet?! I'm trying to think. 

Ace:: Don't worry. Doing anything for the first time is difficult. 

-Luna:: WHOEVER CAUSED THIS MESS IS GOING TO- 

Rev:: It was me... 

Luna:: ...Is going to be forgiven because everyone deserves a second chance. Except Ace.

Ace:: Hey!?

-Slam:: Oh Ace:, we have a visitor! 

Ace:: Don't tell me it's Luna:. 

Slam:: It's Luna:. 

-Lexi:: You're smiling. What happened? 

Mylene:: What? Can't I smile just because I feel like it?

Slam:: Tech: tripped and fell down the stairs today. 

Inspiration from: @faafi

Their Relationship so good :) They like a family :)

I try to find the correct one for their personality. And I think I find it.

[warriorheart13-blog]

One Piece: Battle For Time Arc

Chapter 8: Lilligan The Siren!! Whitebeard's Only Daughter!

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"You have a daughter, Newgate??" Roger asked, shocked. Rayleigh groaned at that.

"Roger, you have a son, so you're not one to talk."

"Good point..."

Lilligan felt incredibly self-conscious and buried her face into Ace's neck, hiding her red face.

Ace held her close, rubbing her back. He sighed.

"Guys, i think you're overwhelming her..."

//

Julia finally had her hands on her lexicon thanks to Thalassa in the past. She was reading her book when she realized something.

There was no spell to bring people back. She would have to make one.

Moving around the room where she was practicing a time travel spell without anything ill effects. Practicing on fruit was easy... she needed a living thing. Too bad Buggy wasn't here.

Sabo gently knocked on her door. She acknowledged him in, surprised to see him.

"Sabo? What can i do for you? Im a little busy..."

"I know... but I'm sure you need a guinea pig for your spell, right? Let me be that guinea pig."

"Are you sure? I can't guarantee there won't be any effects."

"Im sure. I need to see Zara...to be there for her. And my brothers especially..."

"I'll have to do a time swap. Swap you out for someone... luckily, i know just who to switch you out with. I need the clown back as he's usually my guinea pig."

"Im ready when you are."

Julia nodded, directing him to the magic circle. She started chanting the spell she had now memorized. Sabo felt nauseous before blacking out for a quick second before realizing he wasn't in the Cross Guild. And he was on the island of Sphinx.

//

Buggy had wondered how on earth he ended up with this bunch on an island he knew as Sphinx. Roger talked about this place in his early days as a pirate. He also knew Whitebeard was from here. But how he ended up with Garp, Bonk Punch, a monkey named Monster and Chopper... At least he wasn't stuck with Crocodile and Mihawk.

Though he felt a pang of guilt as he knew Constella would be stuck with his paperwork again. She threatened to leave if she was stuck with his work again. Truth be told, he fancied her a lot.

Buggy thought of maybe asking her out and maybe even marriage. But he was way too chicken to do so.

"Chopper, i think we need a boat." Garp said suddenly.

"Whaaaa?? Why do we need a boat??" Chopper looked at him bewildered.

"We need to get out of here. I got word from Koby that there's an island south of Baterilla that everyone is meeting up at." He said, serious for once.

He looked at Buggy, then suddenly Buggy was gone and in his place was Sabo...wait...Sabo?!

"Sabo?? How can this be? I thought you were dead..." Garp said quietly.

"No, i survived... Dragon took me in and saved me." Sabo said.

"Well, i got word everyone is meeting on an island called Takida. We need to get there. It shouldn't be more than a days sail. How is it in the present?"

"Everyone is scared. We have an alliance with everyone affected."

"Really? Surprised Akainu even agreed."

Sabo shrugged. "I dont know what the Marine thought process is."

//

Nami had been eyeing the small orange haired child sleeping in Robin's lap since they arrived in Takida. It felt heavily familiar to her.

"Robin, who is that? She's been in your lap since you arrived."

Robin chuckled. "This is Mirai. She's the one who sent us back in time, although she didn't want to, nor is this her correct timeline."

"She's the one who sent us back?? But she's not from this timeline??" Nami said, surprised.

"Nope. She's from a kingdom called Oykot. She doesn't remember much, but remembers having a little sister with brown eyes and orange hair." Robin said gently.

"Oykot...why does that name ring a bell to me...?" Nami tapped her chin.

Elswhere on the island, Shay walked with Older Shanks. He was telling her about his tales, especially how he lost his arm. Shay looked concerned, especially.

However, they weren't the only ones on this island. They had been engrossed in conversation when Shay made a noise of pain.

Shanks looked quickly, only to widen his eyes.

"SHAY!!"

//

Achlys was defending the ship and young shanks and Buggy. They had suddenly been ambushed.

"Of all the times, i dont have Rayleigh or Roger. Or even Gaban." She gritted her teeth, clashing steel with the enemy.

Everyone was being attacked. The Elysium Pirates were defending themselves as well. They were here for something. What or who were they here for?

Robin and Nami realized what that was. They were here for Mirai. Persephone realized this as well.

"ELYSIUM PIRATES DEFEND ROBIN AND NAMI!" She called her order out. Soon, everyone understood why.

Achlys was starting to tire out. She didn't know how much longer she could hold them back. She suddenly felt a foot kick her in the stomach and send her into the wall. Coughing blood upon impact, she laid on the ground, barely moving.

"Miss Achlys!!" Buggy and Shanks called out

//

Rayleigh felt something. There was a tension in the air. Roger and Whitebeard felt it, too. "Roger, something is wrong..." Gaban said, unease in his voice.

"Yes... something is off." Whitebeard muttered.

Then they heard it. Shanks and Buggys cries.

"MISS ACHLYS!!" The cries sounded terrified. That sent Rayleigh running towards the ship.

Suddenly, something shot at him, causing him to dodge it with his observation haki.

"Roger, we are under attack!!" Rayleigh yelled back.

Roger nodded, pulling out his sword.

//

Ace and Lilligan battled, having each others backs. The enemy came out of nowhere.

"How are there so many of them??" Lilligan breathed out. She was getting tired.

"Hang in there, Lilli!" Ace called back. He was getting exhausted, too.

The enemies managed to get to where Robin, Nami, and Mirai were hiding. Mirai hiding while they battled off people.

"Now now, hand over the damn brat, and we won't leave too many casualties.." Armaros's voice darkly grumbled.

"You dont even need her anymore! Leave her alone!!" Nami yelled.

"Oh, i still need her. She still has her devil fruit powers and ran away. We aren't finished, especially with that damn witch interfering."

"You arent getting her! Mirai is just a child!"

"Oh my, attached are we? That's to be expected, with a sibling bond and all. She is your older sister." Armaros stated, causing Nami to freeze.

"My...older...sister?" She said in disbelief.

Mirai suddenly screeched in fear. Armaros found her.

"Anyways, i got what i needed. Bye now! Hahahaha" he laughed before disappearing.

"Shit! Come on!"

Roger and the other made it back, but the damage was already done. Rayleigh beelined for the Oro Jackson. Achlys was his worry.

He found Achlys in pretty nasty shape, but she was alert and talking to Shanks. Buggy was bandaging up best he could. Current timeline Marco had his hands full, helping his past self.

Suddenly, they heard Older Shanks scream for help. Hongo took off running along with older Marco. They saw Shay in his arms.

"Please help! She's not breathing, and she's bleeding heavily!"

[mrswagtastic]

HEYYY HAPPY LATE CRAIGMAS AND HAPPY NEW YURI!! 2 PEOPLE ASKED FOR THE TUCKER LORE IN MY HEAD SO HERE IT IS (sorry my brain wasn't letting me post 😖) UNDER THE CUT SO NO ONE GETS FLASHBANGED!! ALSO MAY BE MESSY AND BADLY WRITTEN/ORDERED SORRY

So Thomas Tucker was pretty easily provoked as a kid and so got into a LOT of fights, and grew up quite lonely but ATLEAST he had good parents yay :33. When he grew up he struggled to find a partner, but had a desire for a kid so one day decides to adopt. This is when MY BOY MY SON CRAIG comes into the picture. Cue single father montage of comedic mishaps but he ultimately tries his best. He does a lot of research, goes to single parent groups, and just really wants the best for his boy. A little bit later he meets Laura and aww they're in loooove and it takes a while and she has to be the one to actually SAY ANYTHING because uh he's a DUMBASS ... Also during this baby Craig has to warm up to her and sheee makes him his hat :33 it's a bit big on him but he grows into it it's okay. Also Craig tends to wander off a lot like he refuses to go SOEMWHERE and Laura's like "it's okay just ignore him he'll follow" and they do but then they turn around and Craig's gone and he walked all the way back home insisting they go inside what a guy... (NOT based off of younger me trust). Then after a bit Tricia is BORN and at first Craig is a bit confused and doesn't like her because she's a baby and babies are LOUD and ANNOYING so he just hides whenever she's around lmao but they eventually SOEKWJAT tolerate one another so that's nice. Oh yeah jobs uh Thomas works as an engineer and Laura works at the bank I feel cause why not. Craig actually bonds with his dad ALOT by building stuff together Thomas teaches him it all it's very silly father son stuff :3 and Laura makes stuff like Craig's space costume and his feldspar outfit and I like to imagine maybe she was sick or busy at the superhero game that's why its so plain. Him and Tricia insult each other a lot but they're actually pretty chill together like if SOEKTHING serious happened they'd care and help. Also uhh stripe lore I feel on Red Racer theres a guinea pig puppet (I feel red racers one of those old shitty live action kids shows with eh slightly uncanny looking puppets and occasional animated segments does this make sense) and that's one of Craig's favourite characters, so he started fixating on guinea pigs and researching them like a LOT and eventually started getting stripes :3 (also I feel he got into red racer just cuz when he was little he was having a meltdown or crying or something and it was late at night and Thomas just turned the TV on in hopes of whatever is on will calm him and red racer just happened to be on, and it calmed him so they'd play it more and that's how Craig got super interested in it I think).uhh some more random Craig bits:

- he's fine with the doctors but is TERRIFIED of dentists that's why his teeth suck lol

- he's been friends with Clyde pretty much forever since his parents went to the same groups Thomas did, and he and Richard especially became good friends, so Craig and Clyde would play together a lot resulting in their friendship.

- they then befriended Tolkien SOEKTIMES in kindergarten after he shared some stuff with them and they all played together. Kids make friends very easy huh

- Jimmy joined the gang when he moved to south park on the 4th grade, but that doesn't make them any less close with him

- Craig's obviously gay but I also imagine him to be demiaroace, maybe even fully on ace idk (chat am I projecting too much)

- when Craig has a meltdown, he at first will angrily explode, then run off and completely shut down, having it more internally.

- he likes how his hat feels, but also doesn't want to ruin it so will gently bag the flaps back and forth with his hand

- he eats really plain foods I feel due to sensitive taste buds he's really picky

- he buys the exact same jacket every time he needs a new one and his wardrobe consists of the same pants, plain shirts, and the occasional graphic tee but ONLY red racer or space themed. Also he needs the tags cut off.

- he's really weirdly good at clickers/FPS shooters

Uhh there's more.probably but this might be enough hope you enjoyed the INSNAE.craig lore rambles sorry it's messy I'm on a VERY long bus ride..

[aajjks]

DHP!JK

“you should lose weight too, kookie. prison has fatten you like a pig” jiyeon jokes as she pulls jungkook’s shirt then watches is squeeze back onto his bicep. “here y/n, make yourself useful and wash the dishes. they’re starting to pile. don’t worry jungkookie, she’s a big girl. she can handle it herself. you just sit here and digest your food, yeah?” she pats jungkook’s head and hands you all the plates and empty containers to wash. you take the piled plates and head over to your kitchen sink, turn the sink on, and douse the dishes with dish soap.

you wonder if you’re doing a good job at pretending everything is okay. today, was supposed to be a happy day filled with love and affection but all you feel is bitterness. you didn’t wake up early enough to cook jungkook breakfast and you didn’t bother to buy him clothes that would fit him. you’re such a bad girlfriend, you can’t do anything right and you know jiyeon agrees.

you tell jungkook you’d “be right back” and make a beeline to the bathroom. you turn on the faucet and sit on the toilet with your head in the palms of your hands. you don’t understand, you’re supposed to be happy but you feel…

“STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER!”

so

“NOOO!”

guilty.

you wash your face with cold water to hide your sadness before freshening up a bit. you throw on a plain white shirt, button up jeans, and a pair of shoes before sending a text to your therapist: i know it’s early but can we talk? i really need to talk to you

“oh? going somewhere?” jiyeon asks. “i am, actually. how about you do what i haven’t been doing and take care of kookie for me, hm? i just remembered i had an appointment for something and i don’t wanna be late” you kiss jungkook on the cheek before grabbing your car keys.

“are you implying you haven’t been taking care of my son?”

“i’m just joking mrs. jeon. i’ll be back soon, okay? bye”

from sarang:

of course. i’m available right now 😊

~🫧

What appointment?

And that’s when it hits him that you’ve been taking therapy in his absence, your therapist is none other than Sarang. His eyes widen.

You take therapy such early in the day? “Umm yn wait I will take you to the appointment.”

He also cannot believe that his mother just called him a pig, he feels so upset right now “Ma.. you go home because I’m about to take her to the appointment and.. I want some alone time with her.”

He says to her, taking your car keys from you. “Okay yn can you wait for a few minutes? Please baby I just have to take a quick shower & I’ll be with you.”

He coos, caressing your cheek, he then smiles at his mother, “okay 엄마.. goodbye? I think it’s about time you go and critic dad instead.” He says in a condescending tone.

You’re speechless, she’s speechless too. And jungkooks angry.

•••

After he’s done, showering, & putting on some clothes and that barely fit him, so he decides to take his casual coat with him, just so his physique can be covered and he doesn’t look awkward in these clothes.

“Mhmm yn smells just like you.” He says, now in the living room as he walks out of your shared bedroom. “We need to talk about something yn.” He says, taking your hand in his.

“Let’s go. We’ll talk in the car.” He takes your hand takes you out of the apartment.

As soon as you both get in the car, he starts the vehicle and try to tell him or you have to go, but he interrupts you. “ I think I have a pretty good idea of where you have to go.”

He looks at you for a moment before starting to drive.

He turns the AC on, “because guess what? Your therapist… is my childhood friend and she came to visit me in prison two days before my release.”

You gasp.

“And.. I want you to stop taking therapy and I want you to quit your job as well.. um… I’m not trying to control you or anything, but I just want our life to go back to like it was before everything happened..” 

He knows that he sounds really toxic right now, but it’s about time he lets you know. He needs to make you realize that he’s really back.

“Yn you will be saying your goodbyes to her today. This is your last session and maybe I’ll join you.”

•••

Sarang is surprised, but something must’ve happened.

You must be stressed out or having one of your episodes. She wants to know what’s going on in your life and if he’s really back.

She canceled all of her upcoming two hour appointments, you’re her most important client right now and… she needs to see you.

It’s impossible for her to sit straight and wait for you.. she’s pacing around her office. She hopes that you come here soon.

After 15 minutes as she is drinking her coffee, her door knocks, “Come in.” She replies and that’s when.. the mug almost falls from her hand.

He’s here, with you.

“J-Jungkook?”

[idiosamcrasy]

Welcome! Here's some info about me!

Hello everyone! This blog will primarily be devoted to reblogging stuff I like, posting my random thoughts and shitposts, and occasionally actual content related to some of my interests. That being said, I know fuck all about the functionality of tumblr and so probably no one will see my posts but whatever. Also my queue is a mess, so if I reblog something from an absurd amount of time ago, I'm not stalking your blog, I'm just chaotic.

You can call me dumbass, Simon, or Sam. I use he/they pronouns, masc/neu nouns and adjectives

I'm 24, transmasc, bisexual, grey ace, white, fat, and from the US

Some of the common tags I use: #let’s queue this thing — for my queued posts (mostly reblogs), #screaming into the void — anything I have to say, ramblings, shitposts, deep thoughts, opinions, etc., #random funny shit — self explanatory, all things funny(ish), #cute animals — also self explanatory, I also tag specific animals so for example if you don’t want to see rats block #rats

Some of my interests and likes include:

movies and tv shows, I love random horror movies (especially slashers, I LOVE the Child's Play series, and Teeth is underrated) and teen films (The Breakfast Club is my favorite movie of all time). shows that I watch over and over because they make me feel good are Bob's Burgers, Bones, King of the Hill, Friends, The Big Bang Theory, Schitt’s Creek, Modern Family

animals, especially ones that society deems unsavory like pigeons, rats, raccoons, opossums and crows as well as cute animals that I deem cuddly like dogs, cats, pigs, cows, and bears (I would totally cuddle a bear if it wouldn't eat me)

casual video games, I'm a semi-committed simmer (TS4). I would love to play more video games but unfortunately I get pretty bad screen sickness and have a laptop that runs like a potato so I stick to casual games

food, I am more of a slut for food than I am for people. I love homey foods like lasagna, mac and cheese, sweet red wines, cornbread, and chocolate. To paraphrase Gene Belcher "Lasagna is the reason I'm fat!"

watching youtube, I watch youtube videos pretty much every night before bed, here's a list of channels I watch somewhat regularly: jammidodger, onetopic, dan & phil, lilsimsie, laurenzside, watts the safeword, the kitchen & jorn show, celinaspookyboo, kallmekris, safiya nygaard, ty turner, shaaba, the try guys

theatre, shows I have seen live include: Beetlejuice, Come From Away, My Fair Lady, Jagged Little Pill, Wicked, Dear Evan Hansen. Shows I like even though I haven’t seen them live include: Chicago, Hamilton, Little Shop of Horrors, West Side Story, Sweeney Todd, Hairspray

body mods, I love piercings, tattoos, dyed hair, and other body mods. I appear pretty conventional to the outside world, but I hope to get more body mods someday (I currently only have stretched ear lobes)

Some of my previous interests that have been dulled by my depression and antidepressants but I would like to get back into include:

music, I'll listen to pretty much anything and like at least one song from pretty much every genre but my favorites include classic rock and alt rock

writing, I used to write religiously and my dream is to be a published novelist. I write a lot of different genres from poetry to fantasy, mystery to teen fiction, but I've never actually finished any of my writing over 10 pages

reading, until covid hit I would devour ebooks whenever I had a free moment but since then I've consumed less than 10 books total, most of which were audiobooks on long road trips

I will add more information as I think of it but for now you're welcome to ask me literally any questions you have.

Thanks for reading and welcome!

I don't anticipate this blog being super political outside of queer stuff and possibly ranting about the stupidities of the US government, but for the record I am very left leaning. I support reproductive rights (including abortion), environmental protection and stopping climate change, the BLM movement and racial justice, inclusive feminism, voter rights, universal healthcare for all, prison reform, drug decriminalization, religious freedom for all religions (with actual separation between church and state), obviously queer and trans rights, scientific fact over political bullshit (including mandatory vaccinations). I stand with Ukraine, Palestine, and all others who are trapped under an oppressive government or regime.

[tuttle-did-it]

I LOVE DS9. I LOVE it. I will always love it. And I love the writers for giving me such a beautiful and intricate show, I love Terry Farrell for fighting to make Jadzia so delightful and fun and queer. But...

(deep breath... incoming rant... sorry. Get a cup of tea and come back. ☕️)

You have to understand-- as a trans person growing up, the only time I had ever seen a positive example of a queer character on television was Bugs Bunny. Every other queer character-- most especially Transgender characters, were killers in crime shows, were dead bodies, were secrets a spouse kept from their partner, were immoral, horrible, mentally ill people. And on the rare occasion they weren't that, they were the butt of the joke because hahah crossdressing is so funny, amirite?

Jadzia Dax was the first person I saw on television who spoke about her past as a man, who spoke with flexibility regarding gender and identity. She was the closest thing I had to affirmation that I was not crazy, evil or a joke as a trans youth that was not allowed to be openly trans at that time. So DS9, for me, was mind-blowing-- all of her friends happily accepted when she would switch pronouns or -- christ-- SHE HAD A WIFE!!! It was possibly the only thing that gave me solace as a little baby trans in an anti-trans world. And everyone just accepted it as a normal, cool thing. It was something that made her better, not hated. It was an HONOUR on her homeworld to be the way she was, not an excuse to send someone to conversion therapy.

This beautiful, wonderful show meant the world to me-- that gave me hope as a little trans person who wasn't allowed to be trans in the world I lived in. And they buried their first queer character. And, to this day, I am not over it. I probably will never be over that.

DS9, you were this beautiful show that had women like Kira who were allowed to be emotional and angry and raw. I'd never seen that before. You had very neuro-diverse characters like Bashir, and everyone came to accept him, despite his quirks. You had what is a very clearly gay relationship between Garak and Bashir, and then Rick Berman, of course, destroyed that. You had a Black Captain who was a wonderful father, and who was allowed to be recognised, to experience how beautiful being Black was, and the traumas of those around you not accepting you for your skin colour. You had a man who loved his wife enough to let her go on her own adventures without holding her back. You had an aro/ace non-binary autistic person trying to deal with emotions and friendship and love for the first time. You had beautiful (trans)women like Jadzia Dax who was intelligent, accepting, fun, and wise. Oh, and communist propaganda. Which was amazing.

How could I not love all of that? How could I not be moved by all of that? How could my world not be completely changed by all of that?

And then it was all set on fire because of the ego of one man.

This beautiful show that built so much also built the shark tank. They put on the water skiis, and jumped the fucking shark for no damned reason, just because a tiny horrible man with a huge ego wanted to one-up a woman who was burnt out and needed a break, and-- more importantly, she dared to report that her boss RICK BERMAN was a misogynistic pig.

Rick Berman is the reason DS9 jumped the shark, and the reason I cannot watch past the episode 'The Sound Of Her Voice.'

FUCK YOU RICK BERMAN.

Terry Farrell was another ~difficult woman (link).~ All my life, I've heard people talk about ~difficult women~ women who are labelled ~difficult~ by men because the women are confidently asking for something they already deserve. Sometimes it's equal pay, sometimes it's a bit of time off, and sometimes it's just basic fucking respect.

Example: Gillian Anderson was ~difficult~ for complaining that they offered her HALF the money David Duchovny was offered to return to The X-Files. When they did the continuation, GILLIAN was the star power, not Duchovny. Gillian was the one with all the awards (Baftas, Emmys, SAG, multiple Critics Awards) and the starring role in several movies, plays and a LOT of great tv shows like The Fall and Hannibal. Duchovny had one crappy tv show Californication and bit roles-- he had NOTHING. But HE was offered twice as much. And Gillian was ~difficult~ for asking what she deserved.

Terry Farrell was NOT difficult. She didn't demand anything absurd. She WANTED to stay on DS9. She just wanted a little time off to deal with her burn out, and to not have to deal with the misogynistic dick that was Rick Berman all the time. That's it. That's really all she was asking for, as far as I can tell. But because of this, Terry was labelled ~difficult~.

I was in Hollywood at this time. I remember hearing the rumblings-- Terry was ~difficult~ so they fired her from DS9. Terry was ~difficult~ so they fired her from Becker. Terry was ~difficult~ and should leave Hollywood, the rumblings said. The rumblings lied. How dare a woman ask for recovery time? How dare a woman report her misogynistic boss?

DS9 suffered irrevocably after they killed Jadzia Dax. As far as I'm concerned, they broke the show completely, and never did recover. It never could recover. It was a terrible shark jump-- and the moment they killed her, it wasn't just her character that died, but my love for the show. And they were to blame. They did it to themselves, they did it to Terry, and they did it to us.

Terry Farrell is going to do a watch of DS9 with Armin Shimerman and the Delta Flyer boys. And I hope Terry does not hold back about the betrayal of them killing off Star Trek's first canon queer main character, the first positive image of a gender-queer character I had ever seen on television (besides Bugs Bunny) , and a powerful, intelligent, hilarious and FUN STEM woman who was a symbol to queer and trans children in that era. I want them both to spill everything about the behind the scenes happenings.

(And I hope Armin doesn't hold back about all the times he had to fight the production, like 'Profit and Lace'-- which he demanded to be rewritten because it was even MORE transphobic and queer-phobic than the version that aired.)

Can't wait. And I hope they embarrass the hell out of Rick Berman and everyone involved in destroying Jadzia Dax.

Jadzia Dax, I love you. And Terry Farrell, thank you for being everything I needed to see. Thank you for fighting to make Jadzia so wonderful. Terry, thank you for being a ~difficult woman~, and I love you for it.

Oh. One more thing.

FUCK YOU RICK BERMAN.

You ever think about how they could have had Jadzia Dax go on a long mission deep into space for some amazing research opportunity? Have an episode of her and Worf grappling with whether she should go or not because they had JUST got married?? They finally agree she should go and you have a whole other episode of everyone else giving her a great send off (including her and Worf racking up and impressive number of sex injuries) and she gets to go off on an amazing voyage and the following episodes can include bits and bobs of Worf dealing with missing his wife and being quietly adorable over her messages to him and they send each other increasingly hilarious klingon poetry over the remaining series and like maybe near the end Jadzia comes home and they rack up enough sex injuries Bashir considers moving into their living room to be on hand.

But nah, just kill her off I guess.

[ironwoodprotectionsquad]

"Ruby decided to fight the Ace-Ops" No, Ironwood ordered his personal lackey squad to arrest her the moment she refused to let him abandon thousands of people to die. You are literally blaming the woman for Ironwood's gross abuse of power, you misogynistic pig. YOU NEED HELP over your obsessive worship of a deeply flawed man for no reason other than that he is a man.

She did decide to fight the ace Ops when she decided to declare she was going to commit MUTINY. She said she would stop James from SAVING THE THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE ON ATLAS THAT INCLUDED THE PEOPLE EVACUATED FROM MANTEL. James said they where under arrest. They resisted arrest and declared they would fight James. They started the whole situation. It’s so convenient you forgot the nuance of the situation in how if they failed, EVERYONE WOULD DIE. James wasn’t willing to risk everyone’s lives to try and save those still on Mantel. James wasn’t leaving for giggles and shit he was making a hard fucking decision while trying to navigate what could easily be described as James’s living nightmare.

Also FYI Anon I am a woman. The misogynistic pig is you for your continued and obsessive harassment of someone over their opinions of a fucking Texas web cartoon. You’re a vile disgusting pig YOU ANON not me. Get the fuck out of my ask box and don’t come back. Kindly go fuck off and touch some grass or something I don’t know. You’re obsessed with me anon and it’s creepy as fuck.

[y0itsbri]

shameless summer series - lifeguard au 🥽🩲🌊

debbie has her eye on the new lifeguard at the public pool. unlucky for her, said lifeguard already has his eye set on a different red-headed gallagher.

(think like s2 era)

also happy a.u.gust! @gallavichthings

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"Debs, why do I gotta take you to the pool again this week? I thought you already fixed whatever was the problem with that blonde bitch," Ian whined, shoveling cereal into his mouth. Two tubes of sunscreen sat on the table in front of him.

"It's not about her anymore." Debbie retorted, like it was the simplest thing.

"Okay. Then what is it about?"

"Nothing!"

"Ask her boyfriend." Carl yelled over his video game in the living room, taking any opportunity to embarrass his sister.

Ian and Debbie's voices overlapped with a "Boyfriend?!" and "He's not my boyfriend-- Carl I'm going to fucking kill you!"

Debbie tossed a fork at Carl's head.

"Oh, now I'm definitely in," Ian laughed and winced before Debbie could throw a fork his direction.

--

The walk to the pool was relatively quiet aside from the rhythmic smacking of their sandals against the gravely pavement.

Debbie leapt a few strides, trying to outrun her shadow and failing each time. Ian chuckled, pulling the towel around his neck and swinging his keychain with the other hand.

Now that it was just the two of them, he tried again.

"Soooo," he drawled. "What's with this secret boyfriend?"

Debbie sighed. "He's not my boyfriend. Well, not yet."

"Hmm?"

"He's one of the new lifeguards since Justin got attacked by that dog last week."

Justin still owed Lip a beating for something or other so Ian was glad he didn't have to deal with Justin today, at least.

"You think this new lifeguard is a little too old for you?" Ian wondered.

Debbie shrugged. "Not like it matters much."

Ian couldn't argue with that logic. "I'll kick his ass if he bothers you, yeah?"

"Please. He doesn't even look at me. Even when I was fake-drowning." She skipped down the sidewalk, nearing the pool entrance.

Ian shook his head. His sister was something else.

--

After they set their towels down, Ian's eyes scoured the lifeguard chairs immediately. Too-tan-Toni, shrimp-speedo-Sam, and holy-fucking-shit. Was that Mickey Milkovich?

Ian hadn't let himself think about Mickey since he left town. But it was hard not to now that he was right in front of him again. Shit.

Mickey spread out across his chair, sunglasses low on his nose, watching the newcomers and he smirked before glancing back towards the pool. He blew his whistle and yelled at some kid to 'slow the fuck down unless you wanna bust your ass -- and I ain't fixing you up!'

Ian was brought back to the moment by Debbie's hands waving in front of his face. "Helloooo, earth to Ian! Sunscreen?"

Ian could've sworn he heard a chuckle coming from the direction of the lifeguard chair as he dug the sunscreen out of his shorts pockets. No. He was just being paranoid. His cheeks blushed regardless.

"Is that...?" Ian nodded his head towards the raven-haired man.

"Shhh!" Debbie slapped him on the arm. "Don't make it obvious!"

Ian rolled his eyes at her ridiculousness.

He covered Debbie's back and shoulders in the high resistance sunscreen before she took off towards the side of the pool with the diving board, eager to show off her skills.

He yelled after her. "Wait, fuck, Debs you forgot..." He glanced around.

His eyes definitely locked with Mickey's now.

Fuck.

Mickey hopped off his chair, waving his hand to dismiss his crowd of moon-eyed preteen girls and middle-aged women in scandalous bikinis. Ian would have shuddered at the thought if Mickey wasn't making a bee-line directly towards him.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Fuuuuuck.

"'Sup, man? Been awhile..." He smirked. "Raggedy Ann run out on ya?" Mickey bowed his leg out on his final step towards Ian, a little closer than he expected.

"Uhhh...." Real smooth, Ian. His words were bound to fail him again with the man in such close proximity to him, so he simply held up his bottle of sunscreen and shrugged.

"Toss it here," Mickey coolly demanded.

Ian was thoroughly confused, but threw it anyways. "What?"

"You heard me, Red. Turn around, I'll get your back."

"Protecting and serving the local ginger kids at the pool?" Ian joked weakly, finding his voice again.

Mickey huffed a breath. "Fuck the pigs. The only thing I'm protecting is your ass from a sunburn."

Ian was still confused as to why Mickey was offering to rub his back at a very public pool when he would have literally beaten his ass for looking his direction before.

All of Ian's thoughts subsided as he felt sturdy hands push the warming liquid around his shoulder blades, up his neck, then down his spine. Mickey's thumb digging deep into his muscles. He suppressed his urge to shiver despite the rising temperatures of the hot Chicago summer.

At least he thought he had suppressed it. A huff of air on the back of his neck said otherwise.

Mickey started pulling his hands away and Ian leaned back into them again. Mickey whacked the side of his head before tossing the bottle of sunscreen onto the chair in front of them.

"No free massages, man. Just sunscreen." Mickey licked the corner of his mouth and looked from the ground up to Ian's eyes.

He had to know how devious he looked. Ian didn't want to be presumptuous, but he just held eye contact.

"Unless," Mickey veered, slowly backing away, "the favor was returned in one way or another." He winked.

Ian stood, mouth agape as Mickey turned and waved again to the group of girls who still hadn't taken their eyes off of him. He hopped up onto his chair, whistle in mouth in no time like nothing had ever happened.

What the fuck was going on?

--

Ian spent the next few hours very much Not Looking At Mickey despite feeling a heated stare on him.

Even when he was having a breath-holding competition with Debbie, his brain couldn't stop the endless stream of Mickey Mickey Mickey.

After Debbie's third win, Ian felt like he was on the verge of passing out, so he returned to his towel, chugging his water bottle.

In a moment of weakness, he glanced at Mickey, only to find him already staring. Mickey tilted his head towards the main building and quietly dismissed himself to go on his break.

Ian knew.

He wasn't that stupid. He knew Mickey wanted him to follow. And he knew that it wouldn't be a good idea. All the while, his feet took him closer.

The building felt even hotter than the outside, the AC must've gone out and no one bothering to replace it.

This was a bad idea.

Ian was just about to turn around and leave when he heard the click of a lock.

"'Bout fuckin' time," Mickey stalked forward, eyes raking up and down Ian's body appreciatively.

Ian was putty.

He groaned as he let himself be pulled forward by the hips. "Didn't know you were a lifeguard?"

He sighed as Mickey toyed with the band of his shorts in between his tattooed fingers. His nails scraping dully against his sides.

"Dad got shanked. Family business went under. Had to go legal." Mickey's hands moved upwards as he raked his fingers through the sides of Ian's still-wet hair, gripping onto the back of his neck. Ian slid his own hands up Mickey's back, pushing his red tank top up with it, exposing his pale skin.

"Missed this." It was a whisper.

Ian attached his lips to the side of Mickey's neck briefly, tasting remnants of salt, chlorine, and sunscreen, before Mickey sunk down to his knees. Ian's hands were now gripping dark hair, and he was sure that the rocky pavement of the unfinished building had to be digging into Mickey's skin, but he made no sounds of discomfort.

Sure, he missed this, but he missed him more, not that he could say that.

--

On the walk home, the sun was hanging low in the sky and both Gallaghers' cheeks were sunburnt pink.

"Did ya have fun?" Ian asked, knocking his empty water bottle against the top of Debbie's head.

She scrunched her face up, but replied with some pep in her voice. "Yeah! Today the hot life guard actually looked at me! Maybe bringing you around was good luck."

No way in hell Ian was going to out Mickey to his little sister, let alone out himself. He put on a big-brother reassuring smile and changed the subject.

"Good luck for you maybe. I lost literally all of our competitions today!"

She giggled, "That was all skill, not luck. Frank's been helping me practice!"

Frank? Maybe Ian needed to spend a little more time at home. On the other hand, maybe it was a good thing Ian hadn't been spending a lot of time at home.

--

Ian left after dinner unannounced, taking his well-worn trail to the baseball dugouts.

When he approached the field, he noticed a small orange flame illuminating the man's face and a cloud of smoke fog through the chained fence. He smirked.

"Couldn't get enough the first round?" Ian taunted, announcing his presence as he leapt over the fence, an old habit.

"Fuck you, man," Mickey scoffed and blew his smoky breath in Ian's grimacing face.

"Oh I think you plan on it." He stepped closer.

"Is that so?"

"Mmhmm," Ian plucked the cigarette out of Mickey's fingers. "Can't have you with bad lungs, then what will all the poor defenseless swimmers do without a capable lifeguard?"

"Let 'em drown," Mickey smacked Ian's cigarette out of his hands and closed the distance between them.

"It would crush your groupies to know you care so little," Ian murmured against his neck.

"This is a bad idea," Mickey breathed, tugging at Ian's crumpled shirt.

"The worst," Ian yanked his shirt fully off.

Mickey pulled back, eyeing Ian's now-bare back.

"Mmm, no sunburn. That would've ruined my plans." Mickey smiled smugly.

Oh shit.

Ian swallowed. He was already way too far off the deep end. Luckily for them both, Mickey knew how to swim.

[oliviayamaoka]

Heartfelt Deception Continuation (Joey / The Legion x F!Reader)

Joey x Reader Angst!!!!!!

Hi! I’ve been busy working and getting ready for university but I’ve been DYING to finish requests! I wanna put my heart and soul into the requests so sorry if it takes long! Working on finishing the Doctor stuff after this!

Anyways, general plot is you see Joey again but your reunion is short lived!

You weren’t sure how long you’d been in the Entity’s realm at this point. It felt like years but must’ve been a few months. It feared you apart on the inside thinking about all those you left behind. What terrified you most was the thought of you actually being dead. Were you just a husk being punished in this purgatory? This hell? What the hell did you even do to deserve this? You sighed deeply and looked upwards.

You awaited the trial. It had been almost two weeks since you were chosen to participate in a trial. You cherished every moment not being in those twisted games. A shudder ran through your spine remembering your last trial. You awoke in a bathroom with Kate Denson. There were devices on your heads and the voice of a man spoke, telling you that he wanted to play a game. While you and Kate played that awful game, the other two were doing generators. You got the trap off of your head but Kate wasn’t so lucky. It was terrifying but you couldn’t forget the image of the woman in red. The woman who wore a pig’s head as she chased you.

“Y/N?” A guy said to you as you jumped. You recognized the guy as Quentin Smith. He was around your age and you two talked before.

“Oh, hey.” You said with a smile, a nervous one.

“Are you, like… alright?” He asked you as you nodded.

“Just nervous.” You said to him.

Quentin was friendly but he looked extremely tired. He came the same time as the dream demon? You hadn’t personally fought this demon but you hated what you heard about him. But, you did remember where they came from. Elm Street, was it? Despite the atrocities that occurred here, you loved hearing about where all these mysterious people came from. He nodded in response and looked around.

“Yeah, me too. I, uh, heard that we might be fighting that ogre…” He said. You saw the fear in his eyes when he began to remember his own trauma fighting these creatures and murderers.

“Which one?” You ask, trying to lighten the mood as he chuckled quietly.

“The samurai one.” He said as you nodded. Y/N only fought him once. A hulking samurai who beat her down in an instant. You cringed, remembering the blunt force trauma on your back. Quentin noticed how uncomfortable you looked and cleared his throat.

“Anyways, yeah… it’s just gonna be me, you, Bill, and… Ace? I dunno, they’re old so I don’t really know how to talk to them.” He shrugged.

“Well, I have faith we’ll be fine. Bill might look old but you should see him in action.” You said with a grin. Bill once refused to leave you behind, carrying you on his back and throwing you out the exit gate once. Since then, you admired him and always had his back.

“Yeah, he’s a fighter, isn’t he?” Quentin asked as he yawned. You were about to say something but the familiar, cold fog surrounded you guys.

“Come find me.” He quickly said to you as the fog completely engulfed you.

You shut your eyes tightly, opening them again when you were sure you were in one of the realms. Your hair blew slightly when you looked around. This place seemed foreign to you. It was a hospital of some sort? Not Crotus Prenn. Y/N looked around, crossing her arms tightly. The hallway looked old, dirty, and bloody. In one of the many rooms were chairs and bathrooms?

Y/N shivered and peaked down the hallways. You didn’t see any of your teammates. As you walked into the waiting room, you saw a paper on the ground. You kneeled down and picked it up.

“Leary’s Memorial Institute exposé.” You mumbled, instantly lighting up when you realized this must’ve been the realm that belonged to the infamous Doctor. You didn’t fight him yet but you heard how he fought survivors. Electric blasts? The place seemed massive and long. You then remembered what you heard your friend say. ‘Come find me.’

“Quentin?” You called out, not too loudly in fear that the killer was around. When you got no response, you just began to quietly speed walk to the generator you spotted down the hallway.

You kneeled down, wasting no time in getting to work on it. The repairs came naturally to you. And when you were so focused on survival, you were determined on fixing this generator. The generator sparked and as you continued to fix it, it became more and more loud. At this point, you didn’t care if the killer heard you. You just wanted this generator to be completed.

Or at least you thought so, anyways. Your concentration broke when you heard a scream nearby, it must’ve been Ace? Your finger slipped and the generator blew up. Y/N covered her face as she rapidly stood up. You felt dazed for a moment and heard something sprinting towards you, you quickly turned around. You gasped loudly, holding your arms up in defence as you felt something slash through your forearm.

You let out a scream as the figure immediately stopped. Y/N stumbled a bit, panicking at the slash on your arm. The killer had been one of the Legion members. You immediately forgot about the rapid bleeding from the wound when you looked at the killer. It was Joey. He seemed frozen in place, immediately regretting his actions. He held his knife as he stared at you, breathing heavily from the fatigue he got from his frenzy. Joey wasn’t thinking straight earlier, he always had a temporary migraine whenever he finished his frenzy.

As he was about to reach out, a chair was thrown at him. It was Ace. He had a slash on his back from Joey’s knife. With confidence, he spread his arms out. Ace seemed somewhat pissed off too. Joey grunted and snapped his eyes to his direction.

“Come pick on someone your own size, pal.” He said as Joey switched the way he held his knife.

“Run, kid!” Ace yelled at you.

You looked at Joey before nodding and quickly breaking into a sprint. Joey watched you, feeling frustrated at his situation. He quickly began to chase Ace, wanting to hook him and find you as fast as possible. Y/N continued running and vaulting into random rooms. You held your forearm, losing more and more blood. Y/N eventually stopped running, feeling exhausted and lightheaded.

You kneeled down, biting your lip hard as you pressed your forearm into your shirt. It stung and the sight of your own blood was making you panic. In fact, you didn’t even realize how much sound you were making, breathing heavily and crying. When you heard footsteps beside you, you basically shrieked but quickly realized it was just Bill.

“Ah, shit.” He said, throwing his cigarette to the side. He kneeled down beside you and looked at your wound.

“Quentin, get your ass over here!” He yelled. You covered your mouth with your other hand as Quentin entered the room, carrying a medkit he must’ve found. How did he always manage to find a medkit? You didn’t care right now.

“Are you okay? I mean, obviously not but…” Quentin said, quickly opening the medkit for Bill.

“It stings.” You said.

“Who was it?” Bill asked, taking your wrist as he began to quickly clean your wound and mend you. You shook your head.

“I-I don’t know… he’s after Ace right now.” You said. The three of you heard the familiar scream of Ace in the distance. He must’ve been hooked.

“Not anymore.” Bill huffed as he wrapped a bandage around your arm.

“There was no alcohol or stuff in it, sorry.” Quentin said as you nodded.

“He’s one of the faster ones, though.” You said as Bill helped you up. He has his usual mean mug.

“We best split up and work on seperate gene. If you see the bastard, you better man the hell up and run for the sake of the rest of us. I’ll get Ace. You kids work on fixing these godddamn machines.” Bill said in his usual gruff tone.

“Yeah…” Quentin said nervously.

“Okay… got it.” You said as the three of you quickly ran in seperate directions. There was no need for small talk with no generators completed yet.

You ignored the pain of the wound. Not because of your objective but because he was here? What the hell were the odds of seeing him again? Why didn’t he just kill you in Ormond? Maybe, it was a deception trick? You didn’t know and it was starting you drive you crazy. He even shows you his face. His face! You never forgot what he looked like. You also never forgot how he felt, sitting so close to you and comforting you? You felt your face heat up at the thought but got angry thinking about how it just could’ve been a lie.

You walked back to your generator, quickly going back to work on it. As you kneeled down, you yelped as you were pried off of the generator. Y/N panicked as the gloved hand covered her mouth.

“Please don’t scream!” You heard the familiar voice of Joey say to you. You struggled but quickly stopped, curiosity getting the better of you.

You quickly ripped away from him when he let you go. You turned around, eyes wide and your posture tense. Joey tilted his head, taking in your features as his shoulders loosened. It felt so intoxicating for him to finally see you again. He pulled his hood back and took off his mask. You still felt on edge when he did so. Joey knew he didn’t deserve to act so friendly but still, he smiled seeing you again.

“Look… I know things look bad right now.” He began as you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Bad…?!” You whisper shouted.

“I’m sorry, okay?! I didn’t mean to…! The Entity makes me and my friends go into this weird ass bloodlust state where we want you just stab everything in sight, I stopped as soon as I recognized you!” He explained, rambling a bit.

“Stopped, huh?” You questioned, mad about your wound. It was pretty deep. He sighed deeply, holding his head in frustration.

“Look, I could’ve done so much worse than that, okay…? I just, I’m sorry, okay?” He said.

“You don’t sound that sorry.” Y/N replied, you crossed your arms.

“Man, just bare with me, aight? I’m not used to saying stuff like that.” He said, clearly flustered.

You let your guard down and stared at him. Of course, you still felt extremely scared knowing he was one of the killers but he felt so… relatable? Funny, almost. Why was Joey even a killer? What did he even do?

“It’s okay.” You said after a few silent moments. He looked at you.

“Really…?” He asked, a bit dumbfounded.

“Yeah… it’s fine, it doesn’t hurt anymore.” You mumbled awkardly as he stood up straight again, putting his knife away.

“I doubt that but still… it’s nice seeing you again.” He said with a geeky smile. Your eyebrows lifted in surprise as you held your worst to your chest, looking around.

“I-um… why aren’t you trying to kill me…?” You asked in a quiet, awkward voice. It felt so strange speaking to other people your age. Quentin was fine but this was Joey.

Joey stared at you for a second. Not even he knew the answer to that question yet. Well, he didn’t but he didn’t want you outright tell you that he had a crush on you. He scratched the back of his neck and nervously looked around. He wanted to shoot his shot since he wasn’t sure if he’d see you again for a long time but he didn’t want to rush things and make you uncomfortable. Not that he cared, if this thing between you two was possible then he’d be as patient and respectful as he could.

“I think you’re cool.” He replied as you stared at him. You blinked a few times in both shock.

“You think I’m cool…?” You questioned.

“Yeah, yeah… you don’t like that?” He asked.

“No, I do, but… you’re a killer.” You said, your eyes wide with fear subconsciously as you looked at him.

Joey felt a sting in his chest with the way you were looking at him. But, you were right. He was indeed a killer. Fucking Frank, he thought to himself. If it weren’t for him and Julie pretending to be so badass, he wouldn’t be here. Although, he probably wouldn’t have met you. He deserved to be here for helping them kill that janitor. Joey knew it deep down but he wanted to preserve the image of himself he wished he had. A geeky Canadian teenager. Something he once was before he hung out with the wrong crowd.

“I know I’m a goddamn murderer, okay?! I wish I wasn’t but I had no choice!” He snapped. You seemed taken aback by his sudden outburst.

“I’m sorry, I…” Y/N stammered as he shook his head, sighing deeply.

“No, it’s fine… my bad. I’m just used to getting mad easily ‘cause of my friends. I dunno, you just miss social cues when you hang out with the same three fuckers.” He said.

You fumbled with your hands nervously and looked towards the waiting room. You thought for a second before clearing your throat.

“Um… wanna sit…?” You asked nervously as you pointed towards the waiting room. Joey stared blankly before looking at you, surprised by the suggestion.

“Uh, yeah, definitely.” He nodded eagerly as he followed after you.

You walked into the room and sat down on one of the chair, putting one leg over the other. Joey seemed much more confident when sitting, getting comfortable with his arms crossed and legs spread. You didn’t know why but you smiled at how comfortable he quickly got. Joey was a mystery, an interesting one to say the least. Y/N looked around at the walls.

“So… how are you…?” You say.

“Chilling, I guess… you?” He asked.

“Surviving.” You joke as he chuckled lightly.

“Sorry, I gotta ask… what do you survivors even do after the trials? When I first got here, I thought you would all be dead permanently.” He said to you.

“Oh, uh, there’s like a campsite? We get our own tents and supplies. We kinda just explore the woods and dreadfully wait for the Entity to choose the unlucky four.” You explained.

“Unlucky four, huh? Why are you here?” He asked you. Y/N shrugged lightly.

“Honestly, I don’t know… I was happy and free until the fog came. I’m starting to lose track of the days.” You said.

“Me too.” Joey said with a deep sigh.

“Why are you here…?” You asked nervously.

“Me? Uh… fuck. Look, I’ve been doing some self-reflection and getting in touch with like, emotions and shit. I know what I did was wrong but it was Frank’s fault. And Julie influenced his dumbass… if only they didn’t think they were fucking Harley and Joker.” He muttered.

“What happened?” Y/N asked.

“I—or we, killed a janitor… it was some older dude. Me and Susie didn’t want to but I dunno, I never thought peer pressure was real but… I guess I was just scared shitless when I saw Frank with that knife…” He said. You could hear the guilt in his voice as he leaned forward.

“And it could’ve been something we could’ve easily redeemed ourselves for but… that’s when the Fog came. I dunno… ever since I met you, I’ve just been thinking a lot.” Joey said.

“Me?” You ask as he looked at you.

“Yeah… not in a weird way but, you’re cool and normal… something I don’t find often nowadays.” He shrugged as you nodded, your heart thumping from how flustered you’d become.

“So, who’s this Frank?”

“Frank? Well, he’s my bro. My best friend, as you people would say. I dunno, he was kind of a loser now that I think of it but ride or die, amirite? Anyways, I always knew he was kind of crazy. And Julie too. I never liked her too much, she was always kinda bossy. Especially towards Susie.” Joey explained.

“Anyways, we formed the Legion. It was us four against the world for a bit. Quite literally now that I think about it. I think the Entity changed Frank… he’s more… violent now? Literally doesn’t even listen to reason anymore.” He said.

“Sounds like an asshole, sorry.” You said as he smiled.

“He is, don’t worry.” Joey said.

“So, that’s why you’re here? You got scared and were forced to do something? That’s such bullshit.” You said, looking at him.

“Yeah, I guess so…. I’m really nothing to be scared of.” Joey said before falling silent, holding his head for a second when he heard whispers in his head.

“Are you alright?” You asked.

Joey felt the Entity’s anger with him. At times, it was scary. He remembered what happened to Susie when she didn’t comply with what it wanted her to do. It just twisted her even more and made Frank into a complete monster. He shut his eyes tightly. Joey wasn’t making an effort to sacrifice anybody and the Entity was growing tired and bored with this trial.

“I’m fine, just fatigue is all…” He lied.

“But, um… yeah, thank you for opening up to me about that stuff… and for your gloves.” You said, smiling warmly. He looked towards you.

“You remember that?” He asked.

“How could I not? You’re still my friend. A good one, at that.” You say, grabbing his hands softly and standing him up. Joey wished he didn’t have his other set of gloves on so he could feel your skin.

“I was gonna suggest you drink some water slowly but… there’s none.” You said to him.

“Real smart.” He sarcastically laughed with a grin. You smiled too.

“Please, I literally forgot we were in hell.” You said.

“Oh, this is hell?” He asked, becoming a bit more bold when it came to flirting with you.

“Maybe.” You replied with a smile.

You frowned when he held his head again. Joey grunted at the sudden sharp pain in his head, a migraine worse than when the frenzy ended. You put your hand on his shoulder, watching him with concern as he grit his teeth. Why they hell was this happening now? Why the fuck did the Entity suddenly care so much? Joey knew what it wanted. It wanted it to hurt her.

“Y/N…” He muttered.

“Uh, what’s up…?” You asked in concern.

“I don’t think it wants us to waste anymore time.” Joey said, wincing from the pain and becoming more overwhelmed when the whispers grew louder. Y/N couldn’t hear anything.

“What? The Entity?” You asked.

“Listen, you should just… run, okay? Go do a generator or something.” He said before he cried out in pain after finishing his sentence.

“Joey?!” You asked with panic in your voice.

“Fuck…! Quit it, you motherfucker!” Joey yelled at the Entity, holding his head. You rubbed his back, totally unsure of what to do.

“I-It’s okay…! Don’t listen to it!” You said to him.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.” Joey said to you when you suddenly felt a sharp pain plunge into your stomach. Your eyes widened as Joey stood tall, aggressively twisting the knife before pulling it away.

You coughed out blood onto his chest, clinging to his shoulders when you felt yourself lose blood rapidly. Joey pushed you back, slashing again at your chest. In that moment, he felt rage, anger, sadness, regret, shame, and guilt. But, the bloodlust he felt was even stronger than what the frenzy made him feel. He couldn’t control it. The Entity did. You wailed as you curled up, not expecting anything that just happened. Joey cleaned his knife off, putting his mask back on and lifting his hood.

Joey didn’t speak. He couldn’t even look at you when he picked you up. It made him feel even worse at how weakly you were wiggling. You punched at his back as hard as you could but you were ready to faint at any given moment due to the extreme blood loss. Joey shut his eyes tightly once he got to the hook, hoisting you off of his shoulder onto it. Your eyes shot wide open at the hooked sensation. The hook shot adrenaline through your body as you tried lifting yourself up, letting out a scream as you hung there.

He couldn’t even bare to look at you. Even in his crazed state of mind, he seemed ready to just kill himself. Why did the Entity do what it did? He just turned and walked away as fast as he could. Due to the amount of time you wasted with Joey, the Entity just decided to kill you then and there. It didn’t want to wait for any of your fellow survivors to come and get you. It was bored and hungry. Joey began his frenzy once he heard the Entity finish you off, deciding to take his anger out on the remaining survivors.

You slowly opened your eyes to see Yui watching you intently. She seemed surprised you were awake and brushed your forehead. Beside her was Claudette who made sure you were okay.

“You’re awake.” She said.

“Yui…?” You asked, disorientated.

“You did not last long, at all.” She jokingly said as you sat up. Claudette seemed too shy to tell you not to sit up. You winced.

Usually, it would take a few days for all wounds to completely heal.

“You guys must have had a rough trial.” Laurie said as she kneeled down beside you. You looked towards the other three.

Quentin, Bill, and Ace seemed to be in a worse condition than you. Multiple bandages and bloodied wounds. Your mind immediately went to Joey. What had happened? You winced at the pain in your stomach.

“It’s a really deep wound. Just sit back and relax.” Laurie said to you as you nodded.

You thought about Joey. You remembered your last interaction with him, how he seemed unwilling to kill you. What did the Entity do to him? Would he be like that forever? You teared up at the thought of it. Joey didn’t deserve to be here, he was just like you and Quentin. He was normal. You shut your eyes and hopes that maybe you’d see him again. There was a sense of heartache within you when you thought of him now.

“Heard you had an amazing fucken trial.” Frank said to Joey, congratulating him but Joey wasn’t having any of it.

“Fuck off, Frank.” He growled at him as Frank held his hands up jokingly.

“Too much palettes dropped on your tiny brain, Joe?” Julie asked sarcastically, sitting close to the fire inside the lodge in Ormond.

“The Entity seemed happy with your trial, Joey. Maybe we won’t have to do one for a while.” Susie suggested, twirling her knife.

“Probably for the fucking best.” Joey muttered as Frank stood up, tilting his head.

“Why are you so riled up, man?” He asked.

“Just leave it, Frank. Joey’s becoming soft.” Julie said, rolling her eyes.

“And you’re not? We’re in a whole different fucking dimension!” Joey snapped.

“Why would I be? We get to do whatever we want.” Julie shrugged.

“I thought that way too… when I was a fucking kid.” Joey said to her as she glared.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Frank questioned him.

“You guys are still so fuckcing delusional… we can do whatever we want, really?! Even if we weren’t in his shit hole, we wouldn’t have had money, jobs, or a place to stay. I can’t believe I was that fucking childish to think this was paradise.” He said to them.

“Where the fuck is this coming from then, huh?! You just had a good fucking kill sesh and now here you are bitching like a fucking pansy.” Frank said to him.

“Kill sesh? Maybe, I am a fucking pansy for not wanting to be cool and edgy for killing innocent people.” Joey said, inches away from each other’s faces.

“Innocent people, huh? Who’d you see there, Joey?” Julie asked, a grin on her face. She seemed excited from the anger.

“Nobody.” He quickly replied.

“Was it somebody from school?” She asked.

“I didn’t see nobody, now fuck off.” He said.

“Ever since that one Ormond trial, you’ve been acting so fucken soft. We all noticed, Joey. You feel bad for one of those survivors, don’t you?” Julie said to him.

“They’re not worth feeling sorry for, Joey. They’re here for a reason and we have to punish them.” Frank said to him.

“How the fuck do you know that? Did that janitor deserve it?! Did Susie deserve this?! They sure as hell didn’t and neither did Y/N!” Joey yelled at them. Susie’s face lightened a bit. She also missed her old life but was often bullied by Julie.

“Y/N, huh? Must be one of those newer gals. You like her, Joey?” Julie asked him.

“Skip of the tongue, bitch.” Joey muttered.

“Awe, you finally found a girl. Frank and I were starting to think you’d be a virgin for eternity.” Julie said to him with a laugh.

“Shut the fuck up.” Joey said angrily.

“Whatever, she’s not worth it. She’ll probably end up as the Entity’s lunch by next week. Sometimes it kills survivors for good. Just imagine what it would do to somebody one of the killers cared for.” Frank said, smiling when the realization hit Joey.

“Awe, Joey’s showing emotion for once.” Julie teased. Joey felt scared for the first time in forever. Was it true? Would it kill Y/N because he cares for her in that way?

“Leave him alone, guys. You act like you’re not a couple.” Susie said to them.

“Oh, shut up. That’s different, we’re a group.” Julie rolled her eyes.

“Fuck you guys.” Joey said as he stormed off, leaving the other three. He needed to check up on Y/N somehow.

[lucy-frostblade]

my thoughts on shang chi

obviously spoilers under the cut

- ten rings but they're actually bracelets

-i despise the romantic tension between the mother and the father in the first fight scene

- jiang li is so badass i love her

- when jiang li uses the rings, theyre gold, just like when shang chi uses them, so my theory is when xialing uses the rings, theyre blue, like her father

- the best misdirect is that shang chi is actually rich when in reality hes a valet

-the music in this is quality

- i want a friendship like katy and shang chi

- you fucking tell them katy

- the bus fight scene is the fucking best (actually all the fight scenes are the best)

- the MUSIC

- yas shang chi king shit right there

- the audacity that xu 'radiating bisexual energy' shang chi didnt ever do peace sign or finger guns is a travesty

- katy and shang chi are chaotic besties and i love them

- aw man the poor college students computer

- i appreciate that whenever shang chi or katy fell into each other it wasnt romantic in the slightest

- 'go you freak' katy im love you

- xialing could have stopped thanos by herself

- me, who lived in la for over half of my life: oh hey i know that!

- xialing shang chi katy chaotic trio when

- i love xialingxkaty so much

- wong is iconic and i love him

- 'now take your shirt off' dude whos name i dont remember you're iconic

- xialing marry katy challenge

- xialing could fucking murder me and i would thank her

- the paralells between xialing catching katy and shang chi catching katy is so funny bc when shang chi caught katy it was so platonic and then xialing had like five seconds of romantic eye contact with katy and they fell in love

- and THEN WHEN KATY CATCHES XIALING AND THEYRE GAY AND I LOVE THEM - these fight scenes are so good oh my god

- i fucking hate the father please die right now

- xialing uses she/they pronouns no i do not take arguments

- queens supporting queens

- *chanting* ace ring ace ring ace ring ace ring ace ring

- jiang li deserved so much better than the fucking father

- we deserved more scenes of xialing and shang chi being chaotic siblings

- fuck this bitch and his sexist fucking army i hope they die

- katy only cried out in anger when xialing was thrown in this essay i will-

- i want to live in ta lo it sounds so much cooler

- AWWWW MORRIS I LOVE YOU I WANT ONEEEEEE

- 'chicken pig' my beloved

- xialing i love you

- SHE GIVES THE KEYS TO KATY

- ta lo is so pretty

- i dont know what morris is but i know i want one

- xialing looks so sad when her aunt says welcome home because shes never felt at home until now

- xu xialing please step on me

- i love that you can find the similiarities and differences between the fighting styles in ta lo and the fighting stylves of the ten rings because the ten rings style radiates violence and pain while the ta lo style is more gentle, more calm, more on focusing your energy.

- THEY FIGHT SMARTER NOT HARDER - tiny shang chi and xialing are so cute

- the mother should have let the iron gang or whatever kill the father

- BE THERE FOR YOUR CHILDREN YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE

- can this idiot not see the winged hellspawn coming out of the mountain

- D R A G O N

- the mirror between the last fight scene between shang chi and his father and the father and the mother is so cool i love it

- xialing deserved half of the ten rings (also a girlfriend) (actually both)

- YASSS KATY FUCKING KILLING IT

- the shang chi cinematography my beloved

- yes xialing kill him

- their armor is so prettyyyyy

- (i dont remember what i wrote this about but its a quality fucking line) its called deceit you whore

- everyone in this movie is badass except for the villians, who are just asses

- katy being starstruck over carol danvers is a mood i love her

- i kinda love the way it seems like all magic is connected thats awesome

- wong shang chi and katy doing karaoke i love

- XIALING AS A VILLIAN IS SO BADASS YES QUEEN

tl:dr xialing and katy are a power couple, i love xialing, the cinematography in this movie is awesome, i want to kill the father

[syubub]

May 13th Reading

Definitely long awaited and way bigger than I intended it to be so buckle up.

Funky disclaimer: this is for entertainment purposes only and not to be taken as fact! This is my interpretation of the cards!

Oh boy. The continuation of yoongis soulmate saga.

(Note frome future me: it's not proofread but I'm hungry. Sorry for mistakes!)

So so so so

Let's start.

I started with all the normal jazz. Connecting with his energy and shit. Same as usual same old same old. Platform= same same. I was like, "hey, let's talk about your soulmate and the whole may 13th shit" and we connected via energy stringy thing to the forehead and such. I was intresting bc my end of the string was kinda my energy color! Neato. Looks like some rest has really done me good!

Okay, here's where I start actually asking shit. I made notes at this point before the reading as I usually do. I'm just gonna insert the screen shot here.

The 14 thing really fucked me up. You'll see later. Also, when I got the whole Pisces Jupiter thing I had to do me some googling bc we established that Jupiter went into Pisces ON May 13th so I was like?? Am I missing something?

I was. I forgot that it goes retrograde and then co.es back to Pisces on December 28th. And I do indeed think it to be significant.

The shit about temperance makes a lot of sense. In yoongis first soulmate read I flipped my shit bc he was like, "You're gonna get temperance reverse" in regards to a card for his soulmate and I was like "pft whatever. Don't play me like that"

And then I got temperance reverse. It's been a significant card from the jump.

I asked him if he had any advice for his soulmate and that's what "Don't wait for big things, you'll miss the small ones that lead you to bigger things" and "Look for facts before assuming" and "Don't try pushing it, forcing it won't make sense" and "A spade is a spade/ ace is an ace" and "Don't make ill informed guesses" all were

Now this part:

"Union has happened , yet to on the physical"

Gave me some hints thankfully because he straight up said no more hints.

This ties back into the whole Jupiter thing too. The seeds are/ have been planted and now they have to grow before they can be harvested.

Well Mr. Yoongi, I'm impatient and I don't want to wait. I want to see you in love pronto.

Anyways

He showed me a little dream box/ trinket box looking thing and a super vague Keychain with no further explanation... so... there's that I guess.

I can't quite decide if "Don't make ill informed guesses" was a tongue-in-cheek pike at me or if it was genuine advice to his soulmate? He just loves to not explain things.

Now let's begin the monster read.

So. The first row of cards

I asked the question, "what the fuck was May 13th and what was it's purpose in regards to your connection"

Important is what it was lol. I interpret this as them finding their footing and this being the starting point of the genuine foundation being layer. Like they've been manifesting eachother for a while but May 13th marked the start of them making the real life changes in their actual lives that will be the set up for them meeting.

The seven of coins is about thoughtful planning and creating security/ stable plan. The tower is essentially ripping away anything and everything that was built on unstable foundation and challenging/ testing your character (an extremely rude awakeing if you will). Judgement is releasing the past so you can rise above it and confronting yourself as you are (Also legit awakening) the queen of coins is financial security and self confidence in your abilities. Ten of coins is prosperity and abundance and most of all, stability. Eight of wands is explosion of potential and rapid movement. Temperance is awareness and balance between physical and spiritual. It's also that quiet peace where you find balance.

So. Seeing all those cards it really does seem like maybe his soulmate took on something new that could lead straight to union? Same for yoongi. I'd like to analyze and recent or new-ish habits or hobbies he's picked up?

Moving right along though. I asked what the 13th did for each of them in their personal life and personal journey. Kinda like what came as a result of that energy? Let's start with yoongles

This was really intresting to me. I think he definitely gained some form of clarity about the situation with that sun card. The 5 of cups tells me that either he was kinda forced to confront some of his flaws in a way that he was trying to avoid or he had to consciously let go of something dear to him? Could be something he had to leave behind because it crumbled with the tower moment but he didn't see it coming or didn't know that it was time to part with it? With that queen of wands though fits beautifully with the sun! Its like he's found warmth after a long winter. Definitely found a spark of compassion and generosity from a place of happiness and love rather than anger, fear, obligation or pitty.

I asked for clarity cards/ anything else that may 13th signified bringing in and we got the 2 of cups and 10 of swords. I have two thoughts. Either he let go of a relationship that he was already in because he didn't feel as though they were particularly compatible anymore (Also ties into the above section) OR the 13th had made him very much consciously aware of his soulmates incoming status and he is now preparing and working on himself for when this person comes. The 10 of swords would be him releasing the past and the pain and any ill fitting behavior that don't vibe with him any longer. Yellow really seems to be working for him by the way.

Soulmate time

Lol. All signs point to his soulmate genuinely starting a new venture. New creative pursuit that will bring them good money. 10 of pentacles is abundance, prosperity and stability. The ace of wands is a new creative spark and passion and it's the first big steps into something new. The 2 of wands is "the world is in the palm of your hands" vibes. Choices need to be made swiftly and with the ace of wands I think they will be. With the heirophant too, it will be a well informed decision because they've been manifesting this and has been searching for all the possible information.

As for clarity, we have the moon. Damn. Soulmates been doing that shadow work. Dredging up all their bullshit and getting rid of it while still taking the time to sit with it and release it so nothing is unresolved. Also probably extra creative due to all the emotional baggage being thrown out. (Definitely helping with the ace of wands vibes tbh)

Now for the bad boys in the middle

The question I asked is what those individual changes (detailed in the last two sections) will bring for the bond and I just can with them. These fuckers. I am so invested in their love story bc it's so... them? And just so fucking ROMANTIC. UGH I CAN'T.

Back to the point. High priestess, 4 of wands and the lovers. The high priestess is deep knowing and insane intuition, the 4 of wands is the purest joy and marriage and the lovers is well, the lovers.a magical union.

FUCK DUDE I NEED THIS TO BE A ROMCOM.

For the row of bottom cards

I asked if they had anything at all to add so I'm gonna explain each card individually bc I think they could be individual tid bits of shit.

Knight of coins is good news about finances/ money looking promising and organized work (also dependability!!). Death is all about transformation, the beginning of a new chapter and accepting in order to move foward. Ace of coins is spiritual and material abundance and also a reminder to keep grounded. Page of swords is confidence, important news coming and really good insight! Roots out secrets or hidden things like a truffle pig. The star is promising potential, healing and guidance from an enexpected place. The two of cups is a soul connection, love, intuition especially in regards to another person and a good bind. The emperor is self awareness, foresight, fearlessness to achieve a goal and confidence. Eight of coins rev is poor discipline and skating by on low effort.

Now to the sides!

Yoongi is the left, soulmate is the right.

So, let's begin with yoongi. The first two cards are anything he wants to say to his soulmate. Wheel of fortune and three of swords reverse. I take this as "its all in divine time/ it's destiny" (wheel of fortune) and "trust your intuition. It's okay to get hurt, you just need to remember you can always pick yourself up" (3of swords rev.)

We have now cards that I asked what he was learning through this process/ in this time. Be positive and first step.

The last two cards are affirmations he wants to give his soulmate.

"When I introduce joy to a situation, I change the vibrational frequency of what's happening around me" and "directing my focus onto what's thriving creates more of what I want"

Now for soulmates cards (same structure)

Strength and eight of swords. "You're stronger than you think. Take every part of yourself and acknowledge it. You're a force to be reckoned with" (strength) and (soulmate snapped at him on this) "the only thing holding you captive is you."

Now we have peer pressure (I think soulmate is learning to say "fuck you" and "fuck off" to people who have a set idea of how everyone should be living their lives), emotional healing and open your arms to receiving.

Then we have "its good to feel good" (lol I feel like yoongi definitely needs this one) and "when I connect to the spiritual realm, I open the door to recieve divine guidance, clear direction, and great wisdom"

The last stretch my friends.

So. Completion, leave behind the things that no longer serve you. Exist in the present and don't keep mulling over the past or any future happenings. Magic, pay attention to the magic around you. Listen for the signs of the universe and take them as they come (essentially listen to divine guidance) . Be open minded but logical as well. Luminous warrior, try focusing on the good in yourself instead of berating yourself for every small flaw. Spiritual path, self explanatory. The blade, your power can be a weapon when used willy nilly (most often wounding the wielder) or it can heal. Don't fear it but also consider how you choose to utilize it. The give away, be greaful for the sake of being greatful for it, not because you want something in return. The rain maker, manifestation station. Create with the tools you have because you have everything you need in order to manifest. "Don't take life personally"

Now we have heaven sent.

""Let yourself be helped" assistance is coming your way so act on it and say yes"

" This Oracle also comes with the message that you are to trust in the things that you feel and say to others without knowing why. It moves them. You might not understand, but through trust you are allowing yourself not to overthink and censor yourself. As such you are able to become a vessel through which the spiritual gift can be passed on to others. Don't block yourself. Let life happen through you. Only benefit can come from this."

And free from judgment, free to love

" If you have been asking life for a solution to a specific difficulty you have been having, this Oracle comes with the message that a solution is in gestation right now. This situation is already being sorted out and the resolution will come to fruition very soon. Hold tight and wait for the eminent birth of that resolution."

" This Oracle also brings you a message about love. You may find that you are loving, or soon will love, in a different way. You may worry about this love, given that it defies what you have known or been taught about love. Perhaps you are becoming able to love another tremendously, even though you don't have much of a personal relationship with them. You might question if this love is real. It is real Kama it is just happening at a different level to the love and attachment you experience when you are involved in a personal relationship with someone. It is not more or less, it is just a different facet of love. It may be that you are opening up to love the planet and her creatures, including the animals, the ocean dwelling life, your own body, the trees and so on, more than before period you may feel passionately purposeful about giving your time and energy to causes that protect and nurture the Earth and her creatures. You are affirmed in this love too. The universal mother is operating through you to nurture life. She will support you in your work, so that you can continue To come from love and not become drained, depleted or lost in despair or fear of futility. Instead, you will be energised and expanded by your dedicated service to life."

" Finally, this Oracle has a message for those who may be feeling alone or lonely in a need of greater nurturing from others. You are asked to stop, relax, centre and settle into your body to feel your connection with life itself. The air in your lungs is the same as the air that moves through the trees. The water in your blood is the same water that fills the oceans and is moved by the phases of the moon. The flesh of your body is the same substance as the body of the Earth itself. The heat in your digestive system is the same fire and heat as that from the Sun. Feel this connection, then do something nice for another without agenda. Make a donation, even if just a small one, smile, say a prayer, sent out a good thought or make a wish for another. That's it. You have connected to life again and in doing so, life can connect with you. And so it shall.

And that's all for the cards but but but.

Someone (either my guide or yoongi) was like, "do a song. Do a song. Do a song." And I was like, "oki doki, sounds good.

So I asked what numbers I should try refreshing and then it hit me. The number 14 came up before the reading and it seemed a bit misplaced? So I did 14 shuffles and look what popped up

You gotta be fucking with me.

Istg these fools will actually be the death of me dude. Euphoria is so romantic and I lowkey feels like it describes a bit of what their bond must be like.

YOONGGGIIII

Anyway,

I came back to the platform to be like, "thanks homie" and it was weird bc he was practically pure energy? Like usually I visualize his energy as what his physical body looks like because it's easier to comprehend? But nope, he was just a big shimmery glob of energy.

As I was going to disconnect, a few things happened. I felt tingly and the platform was vibrating almost? So I was like, "hold on, what the fuck is this?"

And then

It hit me

"MIN YOONGI IS YOUR SOULMATE HERE??"

I could tell this fuckin asshole was smug even in his blue glob form.

The color was... blue like yoongi but also a light lavender/ pink kinda vibe. Pretty damn distinct.

I was so stoked and I thought we'd all get to chat and I could yell at his soulmate for being an elusive asshat

But Mr smug butt had different plans.

My dude dropped a little marble thing in my hand and I was like ??? And he was like, "you'll know when you need it" and I was like ?????

My guide took pity on me and said, "it's just a representation on information that you've been given but it isn't the proper time to unpack it yet"

Cool cool so like and energetic zip file that will release itself whenever it damn well pleases? Cool cool cool.

(Asshole)

Anyway, I genuinely think that my excitement of this whole situation must somehow also influence how yoongis energy handles my prodding? Like what the fuck is this marble bullshit?

To top it all off, he gives me a friendly shove off of his platform.

Thanks, buddy.

Now we are here. And as always, I'm left with more questions.

My main take away is that amay 13th through July 28th will be all the foundation and ground work and December 28th 2021 through May 10th (11th? 9th?) 2022 will be a more likely time for physical union and actual relationship stuffs.

Anyone who knows more about astrology please feel free to chime in on this whole Jupiter in Pisces bit! My understanding is super surface level!!

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That was a big boi and now my thumbs hurt real bad. Hope you were entertained by the chaos.

[bokutoslittlebird]

In Your Eyes

Bokuto Kōtarō x Chubby!Reader

Author’s Note : There are some dark things in here and if you feel suicidal please do not keep it bottled in. It’s not healthy and needs to be addressed. The really bad stuff isn’t until the middle (right before the smut, basically), so be warned! That’s where the suicidal stuff is and like I said, if you do any of this or feel suicidal please seek professional help because it’s not worth keeping unhealthy feelings inside ; If you are wondering why Bokuto’s obsessed with licking and biting in this, I have been rereading a doujin where Bokuto does that and, well, it’s hot ; I swear this would not have taken me so long if I didn’t keep crying while writing it omg I would be dead if I had a shot every time I had to stop writing so I could wipe my tears and snot. This is why I don’t like to read or write angst but wow was that therapeutic.

Warnings: angst, fat shaming, use of the word “pig”, body dysmorphia (inability to look in a mirror), vomit, suicidal tendencies/intention (via overdose) + implied past actions alcohol, soft!dom Bokuto, choking, creampie(s), mating press+doggy style, licking and biting, facesitting

The cheers of the crowd erupted as the whistle blew. Once again, the MSBY Black Jackals had won. This match was against the Red Falcons, another team in the V.1 division. It was a close call, but Hinata managed to break the deuce with his monstrous quick attack and seal the set with their victory.

The team was jumping and bouncing, giving out high fives as they did. Of course, they had to shake hands with the Adlers, bowing to the audience and thanking them for their support. When Bokuto did his classic ‘Bokuto Beam’ move towards the audience, you could hear the girls squealing and giggling. It isn’t like they didn’t do the same when Atsumu or Hinata waved to them, but it hit you different. After all, they were beautiful in your eyes, slim and flawless.

Oh, yes. You’re the MSBY Black Jackal’s manager, being a classmate of Hinata in his second and third year (as in you tutored him and helped manage the volleyball club with Yachi). Hinata was your first friend, which kind of sounds pathetic. It was, if you were being honest with yourself. Being heavier than the average girl at your school subjected you to bullying and pranks that ended with you crying until you threw up. Hinata never made you feel like that, though. He always made sure you were comfortable and every member of the club at Karasuno treated you like an angel. You ended up applying to be the MSBY manager when Hinata asked, saying they needed a manager and wondered if you could apply. Well, it was either that or finding a job at the circus, as your family would sneer at you. Truly, Hinata was the first to accept you.

Once you got the job, it was like being back at Karasuno, honestly. Everyone was friendly and treated you no differently than they would treat others. However, you wished one of them would treat you differently.

Bokuto.

He was the ace of the team, a goofy fella that could make anyone smile. Including you. Aside from Hinata, he made you feel accepted and made you forget about any woes and horrid thoughts you were facing. He didn’t know about them like Hinata did, but you were sure he’d treat you different if he knew.

Once everything was packed up, you and the coach headed out, the team not too far behind you.

“Shōyō-kun, that was one of yer best sets yet!” Atsumu cheerily piped up, walking behind Hinata. Hinata was right beside you, as he always was.

“I’m glad you think so! I don’t know if we can surprise the Adlers next time, though. Kageyama still knows my tricks,” he huffed as he finished his statement, putting his hair down so he could mock Kageyama. You giggled at his antics.

“Alright, change up and meet at the bus in 10 minutes, let’s go!” Coach commanded. Each member voiced their acquiescence. You decided to use this opportunity to go to the bathroom. After all, their match lasted almost an hour, if not more.

In the restrooms, you were almost done when you heard a bunch of girls giggling as they entered. Instead of leaving, you stayed in place, waiting for them to go.

You wish you hadn’t.

“Gosh, those boys are so attractive!” One of them said. Two voices agreed.

“Have you seen Atsumu and Kageyama? They’re both so hot!”

“I was too focused on that number 12,” oh no, “Bokuto, I think? He’s a good looking man, bet he has the stamina of a god, too,”

“Yeah, it’s a shame their brand is ruined by that mascot of theirs.” What?

“Mascot? Oh! You mean the pig? Yeah, she does put a damper on everything, doesn’t she? Imagine being that attractive and having that thing follow you around!” The girl cackled, her friends following suit. You felt your stomach drop, tears springing in the corner of your eyes as you listened to them.

It was easy to forget you were different when you with the team since they made you feel normal, but that didn’t mean others wouldn’t notice you.

The girls eventually left, the door slamming shut behind them. Whether they came in there to do makeup or just talk shit about you knowing you were in there didn’t matter. Not when you were crumpled up on the floor as sobs wracked your frame. Life sucks.

It’s not like you didn’t try! That’s the other thing! You try to lose weight and nothing happens, exercising doesn’t do much and diets are practically useless. You used to go to the gym, but stopped when you kept getting stares. You also used to run with Hinata in the mornings, but since he was so much faster than you, you stopped. What’s the point if you’re panting and breathless after a minute while he’s still going strong after 30 minutes? It felt like nothing would ever help.

A buzzing interrupted your crying fest, you sniffling as you wipe away the tears and look at the screen. It’s from the groupchat, Hinata asking if you’re okay and they were all at the bus. You typed back a quick ‘K’ and got up. The best you could hope for was nobody would point out the red eyes and the sniffling.

Hinata knew of your troubles, being there for you when you broke down in school more often than not. When you confided that he was the first person you felt comfortable with, it broke him. Seeing you had bottled up your emotions because nobody bothered to listen or care, it made him want to include you in his life. He would invite you over for dinner and his sister would excitedly talk to you, never making you feel uncomfortable. When he heard that you were in Osaka, he immediately called you up about being the MSBY manager.

He also knew of your crush on Bokuto. It was obvious to him, with how you looked at the ace with longing. Hinata even encouraged you to confess, but that was quickly dismissed when you told Hinata how you felt like Bokuto deserved better than someone like you. Bokuto was muscular, attractive, and charming — in your eyes, he deserved to be with someone his equal. That did not mean you. Hinata knew of your troubles, but he also knew of Bokuto’s. Bokuto has a crush on you, too, finding himself more accepted with you around. Contrary to the ace’s personality, he was insecure in a lot of things. He wasn’t very smart, which was often pointed out by others. He knew when someone was upset, though, so he always knew he needed to make you feel better.

Once you arrived at the bus, Hinata greeted you as everyone else had boarded. “What’s wrong?”

“The same old thing, you know,” you sniffle, your voice cracking as you remember the hateful words. Hinata’s face soured as you said those words. Back in high school, he would sit down and cry with you. Now, he was tired of you still being picked on as an adult.

“Immature, that’s what they are. Come on, we’re gonna stop by that restaurant you love.” Oh great, food. You may have been starving when the match ended, but after the incident, you just wanted to go home and cry. You numbly nodded and followed Hinata onto the bus. The coach didn’t bother pointing out anything, but he sent you a sad look when he noticed the red eyes on you. You sadly smiled and continued to your seat, behind the coach as the bus started to move. Curling into your jacket, you tried to think of something else.

The restaurant was a disaster. Everyone had been excited and gotten off the bus when a bunch of fangirls came up to them. You had just smiled and shook your head, feeling better already. At least, you had been until the girls noticed you and gave you looks of disgust. It was short lived, their attention turning back to the boys, so you briskly walked off, into the restaurant, away from the crowd. It took almost 5 minutes for the girls to leave, but you refused to eat anything other than a salad and drink water. Even then, you excused yourself to the restroom to take a break, crying and attempting to force yourself to throw up. Once home, you locked the front door and let your emotions spill out. Crying and screaming was common, so that’s what you did. Then came the process — getting rid of any reflective surface. Turning off the lights, turning on the tv, covering the mirrors with sheets, closing the blinds, shutting out any possibility of looking at yourself. Even with nobody around, those words and looks stuck and struck deep, you eventually curling into yourself on your bed as you cried yourself to sleep.

The next day came, your alarm ringing and the sound bouncing off the walls. You turned it off, completely turning off your phone. Instead of dealing with alarms and people, you’d suffer alone behind the comfort of your home.

The team was worried, you were never late. Bokuto was more pouty than normal, your cheerful greeting missing from his morning and his bear hug. Atsumu also missed your cheerful greeting, asking Hinata if he knew of anything. When Hinata said he did not, he texted and called you, receiving no answer.

Okay, then he’d go to you.

Hinata had stayed at your apartment before, spending the night or just to hang out. Sometimes he brings you food and snacks when you need it, or he just checks on you. He has a spare key in case of anything and he’s glad he does when the door’s locked with no answer. He calls you once more time, knocking until he hears something. It’s faint, but it sounds like movement. So, you’re awake. But not answering the door. Sighing, he unlocks the door.

The apartment is not surprising to him, the windows covered and reflective surfaces covered. He was afraid of this, but he continues on. When he reaches your room, he hears more sniffling and crying. “[Y/N]?”

“Leave me be, Shōyō,”

“[Y/N], please. The team misses you,”

“Fuck off. I’m a charity case to them, I know it. Why else would they keep me around? I should just wallow away,” your voice sounds tired, the thought of the boys sticking with you out of pity a common thought you’ve had.

A thought that isn’t true, but breaks Hinata’s heart. “You know that’s not true. Everyone loves you! Even Bokuto,”

“Shōyō, shut up. Empty words do nothing. Maybe it’d be better if I just... stayed here. Maybe I should just end the misery,”

“Do not. Talk like that. Please.” Hinata’s voice cracks with each word. He knew you were bad, but you could pretend like everything was fine. He should’ve known the harsh treatment yesterday would affect you like this. He should’ve spent the night with you when you ordered a salad and a water. He should’ve told the coach or Meian when you went to the bathroom for 10 minutes that you were trying to throw up. Your lie of there being a line was obvious, a common excuse after a long time away. Hinata felt his chest tighten as he realized you didn’t answer him. “I’m getting Bokuto.”

“Shōyō! Don’t you dare!” Your screams do nothing as he basically runs out your apartment, you flinging the door open to see him gone. You start crying more, afraid that Bokuto will see just how pathetic you are. If he ever looked at you with disgust, the way everyone else does, you don’t know if you could continue on with your life.

Maybe it’d be better that way.

Bokuto doesn’t really know what’s going on, one moment he’s stretching and the next he’s running to the train station with Hinata’s words repeating over and over again.

‘[Y/N] needs you’

Bokuto’s first thought immediately went into the gutters, a blush coating his cheeks until Hinata continued.

‘I think she’s in trouble’

With those two sentences, Bokuto ran off, forgetting his bag and just taking his phone with him. He only needed his phone, really. Strange stares from the public didn’t bother him, he knows he’s still wearing his practice clothes and his knee pads, the material looking like leggings. He made it to the train station before it left, getting on and calling Hinata back.

“Bokuto?”

“I’m on the train, is everything okay?” He was panting, the train station being a bit away from the practice gym. He didn’t even bother sitting, just standing beside the doors.

“I don’t know. She’s.. She’s in a bad place. She won’t listen to me, but she’ll listen to you,” Hinata’s words are slightly muffled, sniffling accompanying his sentence. The words make Bokuto’s chest tighten.

“I don’t know what I can do, you’re her best friend. What could I do?”

“She’s in love with you. Has been for a while, actually. I know you can help her where I can’t. Just — I’ll give you her apartment key when you get to the station. Once I do, please go to her. Please,”

“I—“ Bokuto’s eyes are wide, his face definitely pink now. He’s still worried about you, but the idea of you actually liking him — no, loving him the same way he loves you, it makes him giddy. It gives him the push he needs to make it to you.

As soon as the doors open, there’s Hinata, holding a key ring for him to take. Bokuto doesn’t hesitate, a quick nod in Hinata’s direction before he rushes off to your apartment complex. All of the boys have been to your apartment before, but Bokuto and Hinata are the only ones who know the way to the place. Bokuto has gotten a bit drunk before and ended up crashing at your place, as well as just staying there when practices run late since his place is the farthest away from their practice gym.

Arriving at the apartment, he slides the key in and turns the knob, momentarily confused at the sheets covering your glass coffee table and the TV, but he continues in. He knocks on your bedroom door. “[Y/N]? Are you in here?” When he gets no response, he freaks out. Turning the knob, he notices you’re not in there, but there are more sheets covering things, as well as the blinds being shut. Even more confused, he turns back to the hallway and notices the bathroom door is closed. Fear strikes him as he thinks he knows why you’re not answering — he hopes he’s wrong.

When he opens the door, he realizes he was partially right. With a bottle of wine pressed to your lips, an empty pill bottle in one hand, your eyes wide as Bokuto’s golden eyes met yours. A brief moment of anger flashed across his face before you were forced over the toilet, his thick fingers going down your throat.

“Shtap!” Your muffled voice comes out, gagging around his fingers as he attempts to activate your gag reflex. He doesn’t stop, your squirming easily quelled against his strong grip on your arms pinning them back. You feel the bile rise and then you’re expelling the contents of your stomach into the toilet, coughing and sputtering as the painkillers you just took are now emptied into the porcelain bowl. Bokuto doesn’t let go of you as you cry, trying to get out of his hold.

He doesn’t know what he should bring up first, the fact Hinata called him over or the fact he caught you in the middle of a suicide attempt. You’re screaming and telling him to get off of you, but he instead holds you closer, your sobs fading as tears spill out of his own eyes, staining the hoodie you’re in. “Why would you do that?” He whispers.

You don’t know how to respond to that, instead choosing the phrase, “why not?” His face scrunches up and you don’t know if he’s in pain or angry as he shakes you.

“Why would you do that?! Don’t you know how many people would be distraught over you? Hinata would be inconsolable! Who would TsumTsum and I joke with? Did you even think about that? Did you think about me?” His voice is loud and it makes you cry harder, the weight of his words hitting deep. Bokuto’s been there for you through a lot and you’ve been facing all your problems on your own. “You can’t just do that! That’s selfish!”

“Why would it matter, Bo? What’s the point? I can’t face myself let alone face my feelings! Why not just stop hurting?” You’re both crying, him holding onto you tightly as you dry heave a bit, a stinging in the back of your throat and an arrow in your heart.

“Why can’t you face your feelings? You have Hinata and me!” Before you can tell him something else, he presses his lips to your forehead. You freeze. “I don’t know what I’d do if you left me. I don’t think I could live without you,” He dryly chuckles, tears still streaking down his face. You hiccup and look down, afraid to face him.

“You don’t mean that. You’re trying to make me feel better, I know. Just be honest with your feelings. I’m already low enough, no reason to keep up appearances,” more tears come out as you try to not break into another fit. Bokuto would never look at you the same you looked at him, especially not after seeing you like this. You couldn’t blame him, you look like a mess in your old sweatpants and the old hoodie that felt too tight even if it was one of the largest sizes you could find. Your hair is no better, hasn’t been brushed and you’ve been in bed for a while.

“Hinata said you loved me—“

“Stop,”

“So I came because he said he was worried—“

“You don’t need to say it,”

“If I had been a second later—“

“Stop it, please,”

“I wouldn’t have been able to tell you my feelings—“

“Please, don’t,” you cover your face, tears blurring your vision anyways. Bokuto removes your hands, looking into your eyes. His own are full of warmth and love, not disgust or regret. It makes you cry more, a horrible wail as you dive into his chest. He laughs as his arms wrap around you, comforting in these dark moments.

“I love you, you know? I have for a while,”

“Why? What do you see in me? What could I possibly have to attract you? I’m not—“

“Don’t say it. Don’t say ‘I’m not like other girls’, because everyone’s different. You make me want to be a better man, you make me excited for each new day. Nobody can compare to you,”

“I can’t.. I’m sorry, I can’t trust you. I’ve— I’ve been made fun of for too long, I want to trust you, I want to love you, I want to be with you, but I don’t know if my heart can take another one,”

“Another— what?”

“It’s a long story, I don’t want to bore you,”

“Baby, I’m not going anywhere,” he nuzzles your cheek, more tears spilling out as your chest tightens with love.

You decided to explain to him what happened in the past and how you trusted Hinata. Bokuto brought you to your room and made you some tea, brought a bottle of water, and also made you a snack. The thought of eating made you feel sick, but a pouty buff man had you slowly nibbling on the piece of toast. You hadn’t eaten since dinner the previous day, so you wanted to inhale it, but you didn’t think you could stomach it.

After explaining everything to Bokuto, you tried to laugh it off, saying it wasn’t a big deal, but he refused to accept that. A quick call to Hinata to let him know you were okay and that Bokuto would be taking a day off was the next step, letting Bokuto stay with you for the rest of the day. He didn’t want to leave you alone, the fear of almost losing you still making his heart race in a bad way. Even as you just scrolled through InstaGram on your phone, he worried if he left you’d go back to the dark headspace. He couldn’t stop it, but he figured he could prevent it.

The first thing to change your mood is get you in the shower.

When he bounced back into your room, you looked at him from your position. You looked exhausted, the toast only half eaten but the glass was empty. Bokuto shook his head and clicked his tongue. “You need to refresh yourself. Time to take a shower!”

“What are you, my dad? If you want me to do it then make me,” You muttered, snuggling back under the covers. Bokuto closed his eyes and sighed, trying to not say anything sexual.

“I will throw you over my shoulder and into the bathroom. Don’t underestimate me, [Y/N],” the bed dips as he sits on the edge. “I’ll strip you down and wash you if I have to,”

“Why are you so forceful? Damn,” you made it sound like a bad thing, but you were smiling. “Fine, I’ll shower. You don’t gotta wash me, I’m not a baby,”

“But you’re my baby?” He sounded so confused, you freezing half out of the bed. Clearing your throat, you continued.

“Uh, sure. Are you planning on leaving soon? Or..”

“Nope! I’m staying over. I���ll change the sheets while you shower, too!”

“Oh, okay,” you say, numbly getting up to get clothes. With the lack of clean clothes, you have a few shirts and some pajama pants, but your stomach twists as you realize why they’re clean. They don’t fit as nicely as the other clothes, so you face two options: reuse the hoodie you’re wearing or face the humiliation of putting on a tight shirt. Thinking of the restriction, you decide the hoodie would be best. A large pair of pajama pants and a pair of panties is all you take, but Bokuto notices the lack of clothes.

“Are you just changing your pants? You’re showering, right?” Hes rifling through his bag, planning on changing out his practice clothes while you’re in the shower. He doesn’t want to get your clean sheets dirty, after all.

“Um, I’m out of shirts, so.. I’ll just reuse the hoodie,” you shrug, not seeing a problem. His eyes light up as he holds a finger up, digging through his bag once more. Apparently, Hinata dropped it off while you were taking a nap, all that crying had exhausted you. Bokuto smiles brightly as he pulls out his own hoodie, the black hoodie with the golden MSBY brand and the Black Jackal claws. “I don’t think—“

“I’ve been dreaming of you in my hoodie for some time, so this is a perfect opportunity! I’d prefer you to wear this,”

“Uh, I’m pretty big, Bokuto. I don’t think it’ll fit, if I’m being honest,” you look down at the ground, the disgust from earlier rising in your chest. Bokuto just tilts his head to the side.

“I think it’ll fit. It’s pretty big on me, so it’ll fit. If it doesn’t, let me know. I’ll get you something else,” he just shrugs, holding out the hoodie. His name is on the back and in a way, it feels like he’s marking his territory. You take it, thanking him as you head towards the bathroom. If it didn’t fit, you didn’t know what you’d do.

When you finished washing up, you put on the clothes. As big as Bokuto was, you still didn’t expect the hoodie to fit. When it slid on easily, you were highly surprised, but also it took you a moment to collect yourself. Seeing you in his hoodie was something out of your wildest dreams, him even telling you he’s fantasized about it making your body hotter than it should be. You had to calm yourself down before exiting the bathroom, entering the bedroom to see him lying on the bed in sweatpants. That’s it.

“Where the hell are your clothes?!” You cover your face, spreading your fingers a bit to see him stand up excitedly.

“You look so good in my hoodie!” He hugged you tightly, lifting you up a bit.

“Don’t pick me up, put on a shirt!” The only thing separating your skin from his was the hoodie which, well, wasn’t very thick. The zipper itself was as high as it could go but still felt too low.

“Why? Don’t I look good? Are you uncomfortable?”

“Yes, you look good and I’m uncomfortable. This is just a weird situation,” you try to explain... as if you had a shred of dignity left. The laptop propped open with the opening of your favorite movie caught your attention. “Are you gonna watch a movie?”

“We’re gonna watch it! To make you feel better, of course!” He seemed so proud of himself, standing with his fists on his hips as he smiled. You shook your head, rolling your eyes.

“Okay, then. Do you want snacks?”

“Snacks?!”

After getting snacks for the movie, to which he fed you some while you fed him, you ended up falling asleep as you watched the movie. It was nice and warm under the covers and Bokuto’s body heat right next to you helped to lull you to sleep. He didn’t seem to notice you falling asleep until your head hit his shoulder, eyes closed as you peacefully slept. After pressing a kiss to your forehead, he closed to laptop and got comfortable under the sheets. The worry of him losing you was still there, but he kept his arms around you tightly in case it was a dream. Like you, he hoped it wasn’t.

Waking up wasn’t that bad, an urge to quench your dry throat a common thing to wake up to. What wasn’t common, however, was the thing poking your butt. Now fully awake, you tried to shoot up in bed to see what was going on but Bokuto’s arms held you down. It was then you realized what was poking you. Attempting to get his arms off of you was a hard feat, trying to squeeze out of the grip when he moaned. You froze and looked at his face, still asleep. Attempting to move again, he let out another one. It didn’t take a genius to figure it out.

He was having a wet dream. In your bed. Beside you.

Your immediate thought was who? Your next thought was me? You dismissed that idea, rolling your eyes as if that could happen. Well, until your name came past his lips. You were surprised to hear it, even if he showed and attempted to prove his feelings for you. Him dreaming of you subconsciously? It gave you confidence.

Enough confidence to wake him up and let him continue his dream in reality? No.

But, you didn’t think you’d have another dark episode anytime soon. He didn’t seem to relent his grip on your body, so you dealt with it, staring at the wall in the dark as he continued his noises. Well, at least until he bucked his hips. You gasped as he did, him waking up to your noise. “You ‘kay? Somethin’ wrong?”

Wide eyes looked at him, before glancing down and flickering back up. He follows your eyes and his face goes red. It’s hard to tell in the dark, but the moonlight coming in from the uncovered window illuminates enough. “I am so sorry, I’ll le—“

“Why?” You can’t stop yourself from asking, immediately smacking your forehead. He’s a bit confused from your actions, but you continue. “Um, I’d, uh- I’d like to know what you dreaming about.” Confidence? Yeah, right. You’re practically shaking from the fear of his answer. Of course, it was your name but you could’ve heard wrong, right? Yeah, you—

“My boner speaks for itself, doesn’t it?” Does he have shame? You just look at him so exasperated as he just stares at you, not too sure what you were expecting. “Or do you not know?”

“I— Okay. Was it me?”

“Who... who else would it be?”

“Oh, okay. Why?” You’re both so confused, you not understanding the appeal while he’s not understanding why it’s so weird. Or confusing.

“Why not? I’m in the bed with my girlfriend, longtime crush, who I find extremely attractive? Is this too much? Is it wrong for me to, um, wanna do that? Or dream about it?” No shame!

“I’m still having problems seeing things from your perspective, but okay. Still cannot see the appealing side of me, so it’s just... it’s weird for me to actually realize you like that. You actually,” you gulp, “like me,”

“I’ll say it as many times as I need to, [Y/N]. You’re perfect in my eyes. I want you to see that in your eyes, too,”

“I cannot, if ever, do that. Sorry,” you just shrug, going back to lay down. It isn’t long until he’s straddling you. “What are you doing?”

“I want to make you see things how I do. You gave me this,” he gestured to the bulge in his sweatpants. Looking at it too long scares you, the size scaring you more. “I want you,”

“Oh my god, I’m being dead serious now: you are not gonna like what you see. I’m not attractive, Bo,”

“Let me be the judge of that, hm?” It’s the only thing he says, but you hesitantly nod. He smiles and as much as you want to enjoy it, you’re still shaking. You have no idea what’s coming next, you don’t know what he’s gonna do once he sees what’s underneath and it scares you. So badly. His hands go underneath your—his hoodie, running over your skin. “If you’re scared, I can stop. I don’t want to push you into anything,”

“It’s not that, I just can’t see what you see. But I want to. I want to see myself in your eyes, if you can do that,”

“All you gotta do is give me a signal if you want me to stop. I’ll try my best but you’re gonna have to relax, baby,” he has no idea what his words are doing to you. You just nod as he smiles, leaning down to kiss your forehead. He isn’t rough and excited, but rather gentle and soothing. Hands running under the hoodie eventually go up to the zipper, slowly pulling it down. It’s a small thing, but you notice his eyes flickering to your face for any sign of distress. Evening your breathing, you let him completely pull the zipper down as your skin is completely bare to him. You hide your face in shame, ready to apologize and have a million excuses lined up, but he doesn’t let that happen when he starts licking your chest.

“Oh!” Your hands thread through his hair, softer than you expected as it barely brushes against your skin. His eyes are still on you, your fingers moving his strands away so he could clearly see you and you, him. The way his predatory gaze latches onto your face has heat pooling between your legs, rubbing them together to create some kind of friction. Keeping his tongue connected to your skin, his eyes on yours, he moves onto one of your breasts. Popping your nipple into his mouth, he swirls the perked nipple in his mouth as his hand tweaks your other nipple. You’re panting, your head is thrown back as he continues. Soon enough, just rolling your nipples in between his fingers is not enough.

Gathering spit in his mouth, he lets it dribble onto your skin. It’s warm and slick, when he smears it across your other breast as goes back to tweaking your nipples. You look down at what he’s doing only to find him grinning devilishly at you. He then goes down to your stomach, biting into the flesh there. “Bokuto!”

“What? I just wanna taste you,” he shrugs, before licking the area he bit. He has a lot of spit, too, sucking into your flesh and leaving behind a bite mark and his saliva. It’s.. kind of gross, but hot. When he comes back up to your face, he pushes his lips against yours so forcefully that you’re reeling back, mouth opening as he slips his tongue in. It’s a deep, passionate kiss as he runs his hands over your body, squeezing anything he can as he slips his fingers into your pants. “May I?”

“Of course.” Once he has the okay, he moves back down, occasionally leaving love bites as he does. Pulling down your pants, he finds himself face to face with your damp panties. You don’t have time to get embarrassed, however, when he sticks his nose into your crotch and licks the fabric. “What is up with you and licking?” You giggle, finding humor in it. He just pops back up, shrugging. You giggle again, throwing your head back in the pillows. He goes to pull down your panties, sliding them down your legs until they’re completely off. Except for his hoodie, you’re completely naked.

Now if only you could have his cum in you, then would his wet dream be complete. However, there was one more thing he’s always wanted to try, but he’s worried you’ll be against it. “Babe?”

“Is something wrong?”

“No! No! Nothing’s wrong!” He hates how your mind immediately goes negative. Your shoulders relax and your wide eyes slowly lessen as you realize nothing wrong, yet. “Um, can you sit on my face?”

“Bokuto, I don’t-“

“C’mon, please? I’ve always wanted to try it! Especially between them delicious thick thighs of yours,” he then licked his lips with a resounding moan. Although embarrassed, you roll your eyes.

“If I’m too heavy, let me know. I’ll— I’ll get off,” you prop yourself up on your hands, feeling his spit ooze down your body. “You have a lot of spit. Reminds me of how much you sweat,”

“I produce a lot of liquids, y’know?” If it wasn’t for his wiggling eyebrows as he widely grins, you would not know he meant it to be sexual.

“Lay down!”

“Yes, ma’am,” he excitedly gets on his back, his bulge much more prominent than before now that it’s just there. You can see it. You’re still hesitant, but eventually move to straddle his face. He helps you, easily maneuvering your dripping cunt over his mouth. With his strong hands, he forces you down on top of him to the point where your legs can’t keep you up. You attempt to get up, afraid you’re crushing him but he keeps you firmly planted on his face.

A growl erupts from his throat when he gets tired of your squirming, you halting your movements as you try to calm down. His thumbs run over the skin of your thighs to try and soothe you. And it works. You’re feeling lightheaded as he sucks and licks your cunt and probably makes it messier than it is. He brushes his teeth over your clit, sending shivers down your spine as you moan from the feeling. With a grin, you can tell, he gets to work on tongue fucking you as well as sucking on your clit. It isn’t long until your fingernails are digging into his abdomen as you let out a high moan as you come undone on his face. He moans himself, using his thick tongue to gather up every ounce you produced. He also makes a loud slurping noise as he cleans it up.

You move off of him, panting as you look at him. He looks absolutely blissed out, like he saw Nirvana and Heaven all at once. You smile at him, his own smile wide and proud. He immediately gets up, pushing hips lips against yours once more as he licks the corners of your mouth. He is quickly moving to pull down his sweatpants and boxers, but hesitates. “You sure you want this?”

“You aren’t allowed to stop now,” you giggle as he glows, pulling down his pants. Your eyes go wide as you realize how big he actually is. The bulge in his pants was nothing. It is scary, you wondering if it’ll fit.

“Everything okay? Do you— Do you not want it?” He sounds so sad, you immediately coo at him, forgetting the third leg he has.

“No, no, no baby! It’s just— you’re very big. I did not expect that. Just be gentle, yeah?”

“Of course!” Another kiss to your lips, this one more of a peck than a passionate open mouthed kiss. “Can you get on your hands and knees?” You listen to him, rolling over on your stomach before getting in position. This way, you don’t have to worry about seeing him and can focus on what he’s doing, so it’s better in a way. Really, Bokuto just wants to end the night with you on your back and he plans on having you shaking from multiple orgasms before it’s over. He guides his cock to your entrance, a shaky breath leave him as his tip brushes against your folds. You shiver yourself, feeling yourself about to cry, but you wait.

Once he pushes into you, the tears come out for a different reason. “I’m sorry, it’ll feel better in a moment,” he licks your cheek, nuzzling you. You nod as you try to relax, him continuing to push into you. It isn’t until he nudged against your cervix does he stop. Even then, he is still not completely in you. He focuses on evening his breathing, inhaling your shampooed hair. It’s hard to not blow his load so quickly, you squeezing him so tightly. You’re nice and snug, though, your walls eventually relaxing as he stays inside.

“You can— you can move, Bo,”

“Fuck yeah,” he grunts, pulling out only to roughly thrust into you. You lurch forward from the thrust, immediately dropping your mouth open to moan as he sets a steady pace. It’s not fast or slow, but he’s definitely rough with his thrusts. It’s the grunts that really do you in, the way his hands grab at your ass and hips, sounds of pleasure coming from his as sinks his cock into your cunt that has you tightening around him. With a mewl, you have another orgasm and he curses, a low “shit” coming out as he struggles to pull out. He leans down to put his mouth next to your ear, biting the shell as he continues. He doesn’t even break a sweat as he does, stilling himself deep inside you as he lets out a low groan, your eyes scrunch together as you whimper. His cum fills you up to the brim, his hips swiveling to make sure he’s all done.

Well, for that round.

You’re panting heavily as he leaves you, leaning back as he watches your legs shake. His cum oozes out of you, your cunt clenching as it makes more pour out. It’s a beautiful reality, but he wants more. You’re soon flipped onto your back as he is over you again, his hands on the back of your knees, pushing them up. It’s not uncomfortable, but it’s not a very comfortable position, either. Confusion is etched in your face as he does, but his lidded eyes as he licks his lips tell you he’s not done. You’re exhausted, but he’s not.

He wastes no time in sinking himself back into you, his eyes focused on your face as you moan. His grin is almost evil, the way his lips stretch as he bottoms out inside you before roughly thrusting into you. It didn’t take long for another orgasm to start to buildup in you, your head thrown back as your back arches, your head turned to the side as he leans down to lick and bite your collarbone, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh. His hands find yours, intertwining his fingers with yours as he brings them up to your head. You focus on the way his arms flex, the muscles bulging with each thrusts as he puts every ounce of effort into the action. It really shows to how much he loves you and your body.

Even with all the marks on your body, even with all the places he’s touched and licked, that gnawing thought of you worrying nags him. The thought that you’ll still not know just how much he loves you. The thought that you’ll think it was a one time thing. He needs to know you know. He needs to know you’re seeing things in his perspective now. One hand leaves yours, it finding itself around your throat.

“Say my name,” he grunts, alternating his gaze between your face and his cock disappearing inside you. It’s something he’ll never get over. Maybe next time, he can record you two.

“B-Bo—“

“No, my given name. I want you to scream it,” his grip on your neck gets tighter, your walls tightening at the same time. He groans as he throws his head back, his thrusts slowing down as he drags his cock against your walls. “I want your neighbors to know who’s fucking you,”

“You, Kōtarō!” You loudly moan, humming in pleasure as he picks up the pace.

“Who’s making you feel this good? Who does your little cunt belong to?”

“God, you! It belongs to Kōtarō!” You scream, your eyes rolling back as his hands go back to under your knees, pushing them up to your chest. It’s hard to breathe, but you’re clamping down on his cock as a sheen of white forms around it, your slick dripping down your ass and down his balls. The last urge he needed to fuck you like an animal was that, you screaming his name. Your ands wrap around his neck, the material of his jacket rubbing against his thick neck as your nails take down his back. Hissing, he fucks you faster and harder, determination set to get you to one more orgasm. It doesn’t take long, your mouth hanging open as you come undone for one last time, him burying himself as far as he can as he spills another load into you. It’s heavy and fulfilling, but it’s wonderful. A wonderful feeling of being loved.

As you both come down from your highs, he gives you another sloppy kiss. Instead of pulling out, he released your legs and lays on his side, taking you with him.

“Shouldn’t we clean up?”

“That can wait. I don’t wanna leave quite yet,” he pants out, another sloppy kiss. Like he can’t get enough.

Really though, he can’t. He loves you too much

[ayothatskindofhomoofyou]

my friends and i made this for school and got away with it.. how?

Background: children hatch out of eggs instead of being born because they're born over 6 feet tall unless they are a midget. Nobody is between the heights of 3 ft and 6 ft. They live in London in an alternate universe, hence why the people are so abnormal in height and lay eggs.

Setting: A small apartment in alt. London. 

Barnaby Heffley- 6’3 blue eyes and  short brown hair. He wears a black shirt with a brown leather jacket. Bleached blue jeans with little tears in it.His shoes are Nike Air Monarch 4 (his family descends from the Heffley family) short tempered. 

Chloe Heffley- 6’7 woman(her family descends from a group of massive female warriors who succumbed to laziness long ago. The genes remained) who also has blue eyes and happens to be a ginger. She tends to lose herself to emotions quickly.

Prue/Breya/Clemmie Heffley-  2 feet tall, has blonde hair, and Clemmie is the main body, and ate Prue and Breya in the womb. Their ghosts take over Clemmie’s mind and body sometimes, and the parents have just accepted that. Prue is very kind, Breya is very angry and mean all the time, and Clemmie has a strong southern accent.

Barnaby: [enters bedroom and sees soon to be ex-wife crying] [concerned and annoyed] right.. Whas all dis then?

Chloe: [weakly peeks over her shoulder at her soon to be ex-husband] luv… oi don’t know ‘ow long oi can keep doin dis… Our struggle is gettin to the kids…

Barnaby: I know luv.. I’ve been needing to talk to you about this for a while now.. [looks down in disappointment and pinches the bridge of nose]

Chloe: [stands up shakily, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she turns to face him] Barnaby……. Moi teahs ahe as tuhbulen’ as a ragin queen………….. Oi’m afrai’ , so afrai’ that your tempah will get to Prue, Breya and Clemmie.

Barnaby: YOU KNOW IM TRYING TO-… you know im trying to keep myself under control init. It’s bit hahd 

Chloe: WEWLL AT LEASHTTTTTTT OI DON’ LET MOI ANGAH GE’ TO THE FAMIWLY, BAH-NAH-BEE!!! Oi sweah, youw definition uv TROYIN ISN’ ENOUGH! You can’t even satisfoi moi needs anymowe…..

Barnaby: WEWLL AT LEASHHTTTTTTT OI DONT HAVE AFFAIS WIF BLOODY MIDGETS!!

Chloe: [gasps cutely, placing her petite hands over her heart defensively as she begins to sweat] B-BARNABY. HOW COULD YOU ACCUSE ME UV SUCH A FING. 

Clemmie: [knocks on door] mothur plurse let meh een.

Barnaby: speak of the batty boy.

Chloe: [sighs] Clemmie, dahling, we can’t allow you to entah the room roight now. Mummy and Dahddy are havin a little chin-wag.

Breya: NO I WANT TO BE INSIDE NOW >:(     (idkman *Prue and Clemmie take the wheel* i guess lol)

 Prue/Clemmie: Okayyyyyyy

Chloe: All of you! All three of you, out! [swiftly turns to Barnaby, whispering] help me get the kids out. Now. They do NOT need to be brought into our dispute.

Barnaby: Kids! Out! [motions hands towards the door, pushing them out] go, go, go, go. *sigh*

[whispering] I think we need to.. Take a break.. You clearly don’t want to be with me if you had an affair with a MIDGET smh. You need to check yo self befoe you wrek yoself 

Chloe: [sighs, putting her ear to the door, mumbling to herself] good, they’re gone. [turns back to Barnaby] Barnaby, you just don’t treat me right anymore! You can’t satisfy my wants, let alone my needs! Hell, you can hardly provide for the children anymore! That “midget” treats me way better than YOUUUU ever could! He tells me I’m the fairest of the fair! And you? Why, you’re nothing more than a LECHEROUS PIG! You don’t truly LOVE me anymore, do you? 

Baraby: [looks down at the ground] i- … 

Chloe: “I” what, Barnaby. “I” what? Have you nothing to say for yourself? 

Barnaby: I dont. … I dont love you anymore. 

Chloe: [tears up a little, but blinks away the tears, sniffling harshly] That’s all I needed to hear. This has gone on too long. [turns her back to him]

Barnaby: ok.. Who gets the kids? 

Chloe: They are, quite literally, a package deal. They must decide on their own who they want to stay with.

(chainsaw noises in distance, actually right behind the door)

Barnaby: what the actual hewll is that..?

Chloe: [gasps in surprise]

(one foot of the bottom of the door has fallen)

(raggedy 1 foot tall possessed-by-two-ghosts child children trespasses)

Breya: YYYEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!    TWO BIRTHDAYS!!!!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHA!!!!!

(Clemmie takes over body)

Clemmie: What in tarnation??? Where am I???

(Prue takes the wheel)

Prue: Moemmy, dadday doesnt love you anymore????

Chloe: [the woman was too stunned to speak.]

Barnaby: CLEMMIE!! PULL THROUGH!! THEY’RE TAKING OVER AGAIN!!!

Chloe: YOU’RE STRONG, CLEMMIE!! BE STRONG!! FOR MUMMY!!

Barnaby: Great, now our little tussle is getting to ALL of them! They’re switching up on us like CRAZY!!

Chloe: Oh good heavens. We should have an exorcist sooner. The ghosts of our fallen children have yet to rest peacefully, and now they’re tormenting poor Clemmie!

Clemmie: (autotune southern screaming)

Chloe: Barnaby. We’ll save the paperwork for later. Call GO- nevermind. He’s not enough, contact the queen. We must save Clemmie, but mark my words, Barnaby, we are THROUGH.

Barnaby: ok fine, but we mustn’t waste any tiome.

lmk if you want more of this ;-;