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kxsagi · 2 days ago

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Can I request BLLK characters with a flirty and friendly reader? It’s like they are approachable and very playful with friends (both genders) and have a way with words, but they’re all platonic and they do draw boundaries when needed.

Thank you very much!

“𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢’𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬”

a/n: yw!! though i'm guessing reader views the boys in a platonic way? either way, i'm sure they find your duality very attractive!

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, mikage reo, kaiser michael, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, nagi seishiro, itoshi sae

isagi yoichi

isagi was so confused at first.

like you casually told a barista “thanks, handsome” and he stood there blinking like “what does this mean. are we in competition.”

but you just… talk like that to everyone?

once he realized you’re not trying to make anyone fall in love, he relaxed.

but that didn’t stop him from getting jealous silently.

like you’d jokingly say “oh my gosh marry me” to reo because he paid for your drink and isagi would just lean in like, “you want to talk about that?” “talk about what?” “you proposing to other people.”

please. you call him “lover boy” and ruffle his hair like you’re a boy band manager.

and he acts like he doesn’t love it but that man eats it up.

secretly loves when you say flirty things but then go “ew no, not you” to everyone else that tries to talk the same way.

itoshi rin

the walking semi-green flag with rage issues.

he did not get your vibe at first.

your friendliness? your compliments?? the way you giggled with shidou over a dumb joke???

he absolutely thought you were the type who led people on and dipped.

until you cut someone off with the most polite “hey, i’m just friendly, not interested, okay?”

rin just stood there, stunned.

you flirt like a well-read poet, and you mean none of it.

and now? oh he’s obsessed.

you tell him “damn, you look good enough to ruin my life today” and he doesn’t even blink. “then do it.” “oh please. i have taste.”

he smirks. not because you rejected him, but because you still chose him.

watches you charm a whole room and then lean on his shoulder. yeah. this is peak romance for him.

mikage reo

lives for the drama.

you’re his bestie and his fake girlfriend depending on the context.

he encourages your flirtiness.

“yeah, yeah, call him sweetheart, make him trip over his words.”

he loves that you’re so charismatic, but what really got him was how you keep boundaries like a pro.

like the moment someone takes it too far, you give them that smile like: “i’m here for fun, not for you, sit down.”

and reo claps like a proud stage mom. “your honor, that’s my platonic soulmate.”

you guys flirt with each other all the time but there’s zero tension. “damn, reo, if you weren’t rich and hot, i’d still use you for your credit card.” “and i’d let you, sugarplum.”

sometimes people ask if you’re dating and you’re both like “ew.”

kaiser michael

“so you flirt with everyone?” “no. just people who won’t fall in love with me.” “... you sure about that?”

at first, he thought you were fake. that your friendliness was a mask or manipulation.

but the longer he watched, the more he realized: you’re just like that.

the type who can compliment someone’s cologne and follow it up with a “now scoot, i got better things to do.”

and he finds it hilarious.

sometimes tries to bait you. “so you think i’m charming?” “in a used car salesman kind of way.”

he definitely tries to flirt harder just to see if he can make you fold.

but jokes on him – you flirted with a security guard to skip a line last week, you fear no man.

still, you never cross lines, and he respects that more than he lets on.

shidou ryusei

ah. yes. his first words to you were probably: “you got a mouth on you, huh?” and you were like “don’t talk about my mouth unless you can handle it.”

instant friendship.

you both flirt for fun. he’s unhinged. you’re smooth. it works.

the only difference is you know when to stop.

he once said something wildly inappropriate to you in public and you hit him with that “shidou. line. crossed.”

he was lowkey stunned. “what? but i thought–” “i flirt. not entertain.”

he’s weirdly respectful of that boundary now. “yo this is my bestie, she’ll call you ‘lover’ then ignore your texts for a week.”

if anyone tries to hit on you too seriously, shidou will bark. like actually.

you two are menace duo certified.

karasu tabito

you two bounce off each other like comedians.

your banter is immaculate.

he flirts, you flirt back, but it’s like a roast battle with sexual tension that doesn’t exist.

“damn, you always dress like you have a date with bad decisions.” “i was hoping you'd be one of them.”

everyone thinks y’all are dating. you're not. you just have mental illness chemistry.

but karasu sees how smooth you are with other people too, and he’s always impressed with how you de-escalate situations.

like someone tries to flirt for real and you handle it like a seasoned bartender.

and karasu’s in the background going “get ‘em, tiger.”

sometimes he lies and tells people he’s your ex just to see their reactions.

you lie back and say he cried when you broke up.

best duo.

nagi seishiro

doesn’t get it at all.

you called him “baby” once and he choked on his chips. “are you flirting?” “nah.” “so why say that?” “because you looked cute eating.” “... oh.”

but he likes it?? he thinks it’s funny??

people try to warn him like “dude she flirts with everyone” and he’s like “yeah it’s nice.”

you’re the first person who talks a lot that he’s not annoyed by.

and you always defend him in public.

someone calls him lazy? you’re like “don’t talk about my man like that. platonically.”

you once said “he’s my son, my sugar baby, and my unpaid intern.”

he calls you “girl boss” now.

he’s proud of you for shutting people down politely, but firmly.

if anyone ever got too bold with you, he’d just walk up and nap on your shoulder. possessively.

itoshi sae

you thought he hated you.

he thought you were exhausting.

but then he saw how strategic you are about your friendliness.

like, you’ll flirt with someone just to get better customer service, but the moment they think they can touch your waist, you’re ice cold.

and sae was like oh. she’s not a flirt. she’s a tactician.

now? he calls you “con artist.”

you would say “you’re just mad i’m prettier than you.” sae would respond with “delusional. and manipulative. i like it.”

he’s not the jealous type, but he is observant.

watches your every move when you’re out.

not because he doesn’t trust you, he just wants to see how many people fall for you when you’re not even trying.

occasionally throws in a dry “you done seducing the world?” you grin. “not yet. wanna help?” he rolls his eyes but follows you anyway.

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destinysbounty · 2 days ago

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I think I wouldn't mind Zane's NPC-ification quite as much as I do, if it didn't feel like they were also retconning the fact that he was ever a person to begin with.

Like, sure, I totally understand. Dragons Rising has a huge ensemble cast, and the RGB trio + new ninja are the clear focus. And I don't mind that! Everyone who does get proper narrative attention is written so wonderfully and I adore what we have. But...sometimes it feels like they're just kinda divvying up everything that makes Zane who he is and giving it to everyone else, and never even briefly acknowledging Zane's ties to those traits.

Remember when Zane used to have prophetic dreams foretelling future events? Me neither. Hey Lloyd, how are your visions coming along?

Or, y'know how one of Zane's most integral plot lines, character details, and motifs is his struggles with memory and identity? Remember that time he got amnesia and was then both manipulated and magically corrupted into being a villain? Nah that never happened, anyway check out what Jay is up to now

Or, does anyone recall how Zane is a canonically really good cook with pies so delicious they made Jay cry on screen? No that's Arin's thing, actually

Heck, we even have our quota of ~Silly Robot Beep Boop Bop~ jokes fulfilled by Lobbo!

Don't get me wrong, I'm not hating on any of the other characters for having these traits. Nor am I arguing that Zane should have a singular monopoly on these types of storylines. But when they take traits that have for so long been primarily associated with Zane, like cooking and visions and amnesia, and share them with someone else without even briefly acknowledging Zane's prior involvement...idk. It just feels like they're trying to repackage all the things that make Zane interesting while still writing him out of the narrative. It feels like they're going "whaat? Zane, have personality outside of being a generic robot character?? That never happened!" Like they're just trying to have their nindroid and kill him too.

And I mean, to some extent I can understand their hesitation. It's the same reason the Mr. E/Echo reveal got scrapped in s8 - theres just way too much going on right now, and the narrative load required to explain somwthing this complicated during a reboot/sequel would just bog down an already very complicated story. Zane has a very convoluted backstory that, for new fans dropping in to the sequel series for the first time, may be difficult to explain. How do you recap Zane's history with amnesia in a neat an tidy way for the next gen story, when there's already so much going on?

Like i said, i get that. But they could at least make, like, brief blink-and-youll-miss-it allusions, yknow? Like how they played the Ice Emperor theme during Zane's existential crisis during drs1, or when Zane told Zanth not to follow dancing birds in drs3. Tasteful, subtle, doesn't require much insider knowledge and newer fans could easily interpret it as a noodle incident comment without losing out on their comprehension.

Maybe after Jay gets eliminated from the Tournament, Zane offers to go after him saying, "I've lost myself once or twice before. If anyone understands what he's going through, it's me." And if you want to preserve the plot unobstructed, maybe you can have it so that either Zane fails to get through to Jay or Jay is gone without a trace before he can get to him. Maybe there's a brief scene of Zane making a pie to try and cheer Sora up, but she can't eat it because it reminds her too much of Arin. Or maybe Lloyd has a panic attack over his visions and Zane is the one to offer him the advice about not fighting the vision and letting it come naturally.

Don't you see how easy that is? You would change literally nothing about the story at large, and you're not detracting from the main plotlines or character arcs that are quite validly dominating this series. But you're also throwing a bone to the people who actually like Zane. Like???? I'm not even asking for much here, man :/

Idk. Maybe I'm just bitter and need to touch grass, who's to say

#ninjago #destiny post

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sowerpatch · 3 hours ago

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terms of play [chapter 7 - in transition]

Summary: Azzi Fudd built the Golden Valkyries on a dare, but drafting Paige Bueckers was all strategy. Fresh off an NCAA title, Paige is everything the team needs—and everything Azzi shouldn’t want.

Officially, it’s all business. Unofficially, it’s glances that linger too long and touches that mean too much.

Author's note: this is an AU where Azzi owns the Golden State Valkyries and drafts Paige. Azzi's family are all original characters. Also, Azzi is three years older than Paige.

*CHAPTER LIST HERE*

Chapter Summary: Paige and Azzi said it was over.

Boundaries drawn, feelings shelved, rules in place. But with every game, every glance, every unexpected moment off the court, the line gets harder to hold. They agreed to stop, but how long can they mean it? Word count: 5,577 Author's note: first, I'd like to thank everyone for reading this fic. i'm overwhelmed but very happy with the comments, messages, and reactions. i didn't know a lot are reading this nonsense, but thank you! second (and you may not want to hear this), i may not update for a couple of weeks. i am going on a trip so i'm not sure i'll be able to do so. i hope you'll still want to read this if it's not frequently update until third week of july. third (if you're also reading my other on-going), unfolded will be updated but i also apologize it will not be that frequent due to the same reason above. thanks for supporting and reading my works.

Fudd Holdings, San Francisco. May 2025.

The sky outside her windows had settled into its noon haze, but Azzi hadn’t looked up from her desk in hours. Her monitor cast a soft glow across the dark wood, spreadsheets opened and minimized in equal measure. Her fingers hovered over the trackpad, scrolling through a document she had already reviewed twice that morning.

The knock on her door was brief. Nika stepped in without waiting for permission, balancing a takeout bag and two bottled teas in her hands.

“I know you didn’t eat again,” Nika said as she shut the door behind her. “And I’m not letting you call a candy bar lunch.”

Azzi sat back in her chair, one brow lifting. “You’re persistent.”

“I work for a woman who hasn’t taken a real lunch break in ten days,” Nika replied, placing the food down. “Persistent is the bare minimum.”

Azzi didn’t argue. She slid the papers to the side and reached for the tea, unscrewing the cap but not drinking yet. Across the desk, Nika opened the takeout containers with practiced ease.

“How is your WNBA team?” Nika asked without looking up. “Season started last week.”

Azzi didn’t flinch, though the pause before her answer was longer than usual. “Lisa’s handling things,” she said. “It’s her role as general manager, and she’s doing it well. I step in only if I'm needed.”

Nika glanced up, reading more than what was said. “Good for her but that’s not the same as you supporting them.”

“I’m busy.”

“With what?” Nika didn’t soften her tone. “All deadlines are in. Contracts are locked through next quarter. We’re ahead of schedule with every major client. Even your advisory meeting next week was rescheduled by you.”

Azzi set the tea down, untouched.

“You’re not too busy to show your face at a home game, Azzi. And neither the team nor the city thinks you’re invisible. So if this is about being busy, I don’t buy it.”

Azzi held her posture, her gaze fixed somewhere beyond the window. But the pause spoke more than anything else.

Nika watched her for another beat before easing back into her chair, unpacking a fork from its wrapper.

“You don’t have to talk about it,” she said. “But don’t pretend like this is just scheduling. You’re not fooling anyone.”

The room stretched between them, filled with paper, food, and the weight of everything unspoken.

Azzi finally reached for the container, though she still hadn’t eaten a bite. Her voice stayed level, careful. “Lisa knows what she’s doing.”

“Sure,” Nika said, spearing a piece of grilled chicken. “But that doesn’t mean they don’t still look for you.”

- Valkyries Headquarters, San Francisco. May 2025.

Practice was nearly over, but Paige hadn’t slowed once. She moved through the drills like they were personal, like every missed shot meant something more than just another rep. Her jersey clung to her back, soaked through from the effort. While the rest of the team eased off, she kept pressing.

“Okay, Paige, you trying to earn Finals MVP in practice?” Kate called, grabbing a towel from the bench.

Paige gave a quick laugh. “Just keeping sharp.”

Kiki, lounging near the sideline with her water bottle, chimed in without lifting her head. “If this is about Rookie of the Year, relax. I’m not trying to take it from you.”

“I just want to do well. Don’t want to let the team down.”

Kate tossed her towel over her shoulder and walked past. “You’re not. We’ve got your back. So maybe stop trying to bleed for every drill.”

Paige nodded, but she didn’t stop. She didn’t even look toward the locker room when the others started filing out. She stayed at the three-point line, adjusted her stance, and kept shooting.

The gym thinned out, noise fading as bodies left the floor. Lights still buzzed overhead. The sound of the ball hitting the rim echoed louder in the emptying space.

One more shot. Then another. She moved like she could outwork the ache settling deep in her chest.

Barclays Center, Brooklyn. June 2025.

The arena buzzed with rising energy. Lights swept across the court, catching on polished shoes and tailored jackets. Courtside filled with the usual rotation of executives, celebrities, and carefully groomed donors.

Azzi sat quietly among them, legs crossed, her posture composed. Ines sat on one side, Tony on the other. Neither drew attention.

Three nights earlier, New York liberty owner, Clara Wu had attended the foundation’s gallery fundraiser uptown.

Toward the end of the event, in the space between polite farewells and final handshakes, Clara had asked if Azzi would be attending the Liberty vs Valkyries game. It hadn’t sounded like pressure, but Azzi understood the subtext. Clara rarely asked for anything directly.

Azzi had smiled and said yes. She didn’t want to appear distant or detached, not while her team was in town, not so early in the season. By the next morning, Ines had secured the only tickets still available.

Courtside, unfortunately.

Across the floor, the Valkyries were already deep in warmups, moving through drills with controlled intensity.

Paige stayed near the top of the arc, locked into rhythm, her eyes focused straight ahead. If she noticed Azzi’s presence, she didn’t show it. The game had turned brutal in rhythm and pace.

The Liberty held a five-point lead, and the crowd rode every possession like a wave, roaring with each defensive stop and every made shot. Bodies hit the floor more often now. Elbows flared. Timeouts were used sparingly.

Paige moved with urgency. Her focus locked on the ball like nothing else existed. Sweat clung to her temples, her movements crisp and tight, no motion wasted.

When a tipped pass ricocheted off a defender’s arm and spun wildly toward the sideline, she didn’t hesitate.

She dove.

The hardwood scraped beneath her as she slid forward, arms reaching, hands wrapping around the ball just before it could bounce out of bounds. But her momentum kept going. Her body skidded past the line, straight toward the courtside seats.

She crashed at Azzi’s feet, shoulder brushing against her legs before she caught herself.

“Shit—sorry,” Paige breathed, looking up. Her voice came low and rushed, all heat and adrenaline.

Azzi’s eyes met Paige’s, calm and unreadable.

For a second, the noise in the arena blurred behind them.

Then the whistle blew. Paige scrambled up, tossed the ball to a teammate, and jogged back onto the court.

Azzi didn’t look away right away. The faint trace of contact lingered in her skin. But her face gave nothing back.

- Team bus on the way to the airport, New York. June 2025.

The internet had caught fire.

Clips of Paige diving out of bounds and crashing at Azzi’s feet spread across every platform.

Slow-motion edits looped the way Paige looked up at her, the brief glance that passed between them, the stillness of Azzi’s expression.

Screenshots froze the frame at just the right second, turning a routine hustle play into something cinematic.

Fans called it poetic. Dramatic. Predictable in the way only stories you couldn’t write better in fiction tended to be.

“This is gay history,”

“She literally landed at her feet. You cannot make this shit up.”

“It’s giving princess and her knight,” another caption declared beneath a still of Paige on the floor, Azzi seated above her, untouched, statuesque.

#ValkyriesCourtship alongside #PrincessAndTheHooper trended before the fourth quarter highlights even aired.

Even sports media picked it up. A panel segment ran on afternoon television, showing side-by-side clips with commentary that couldn’t resist the subtext.

ESPN headlined it “better than anything on Netflix.”

Paige had seen enough of it by the time she reached the team bus. Her phone hadn’t stopped buzzing, but she left it face down on the bench.

Kiki had sent her the clip with three crying emojis and “Oscar-worthy fall.”

Kate pulled up another edit as she sat beside Paige, this one layered with a ballad and a dramatic fade to black.

“You good?”

“It was just a save.”

“Sure. You threw yourself at the sideline like a knight charging into battle and landed at Miss Fudd's feet like you meant to bow.”

Paige adjusted her hoodie without answering.

Behind them, Kiki laughed.

“She’s blushing.”

She didn’t turn around. If she was, she wasn’t giving them the satisfaction.

The Venetian Resort, Las Vegas. June 2025.

Las Azzi stared at her calendar, one hand pressed to her temple, the other resting over her laptop’s trackpad. The confirmation email sat open in front of her, clear as day.

She leaned back slowly in her chair, eyes narrowing.

There was no way this wasn’t deliberate.

The Valkyries were playing the Aces. In Las Vegas. Tonight. And somehow, despite the number of ways she had tried to avoid repeating last week’s coincidence, here she was again. Same city. Same schedule. Same team.

She remembered Nika casually handing off the file three days ago. Something about a last-minute scheduling conflict, how the developers were pushing for face time, how it made sense for Azzi to take. At the time, it hadn’t sounded strange.

Now it did. Another email which held two tickets to the game had found its way to Azzi. Right.

It wouldn’t look good if she didn’t show up to the game. Not when people knew she was in the city.

If Nika and Ines had planned this, they weren’t going to admit it. But Azzi knew them both too well.

She should have seen this coming.

Michelob ULTRA Arena, Las Vegas. June 2025.

The game was tight. The Aces pushed in transition, fast and aggressive, but the Valkyries kept pace, sharp in their switches and relentless on the glass. The score stayed close, every possession carrying weight.

Azzi sat still through it all. Close enough to feel the vibrations under her heels. She didn’t react. Didn’t lean in. Just watched.

Paige was everywhere. Fighting through screens, calling switches, sinking shots like she was burning through something no one else could see. She didn’t slow down. She didn’t ease up.

When she hit a three just outside the arc, her eyes searched briefly beyond the baseline.

Azzi met the look.

The moment was brief. The game pressed forward.

The Venetian Resort, Las Vegas. June 2025.

The machine clinked quietly as Paige pressed the button again. Lights blinked. Nothing hit. She reached into the cup and slid another coin in.

The Valkyries had pulled off the win. A tight, scrappy six-point finish that left the Aces frustrated and the bench breathing hard.

Paige had smiled when she needed to. Nodded during the interviews. Let her teammates pull her into the photo. But once it was done, she slipped out early and didn’t look back.

She found herself now hunched at a forgotten corner of the casino floor, staring through the slot machine like it owed her an answer she couldn't phrase.

A pause behind her, then Azzi’s voice.

“You know I’m not paying you to lose your money on a stupid machine.” Paige slid in another coin and pressed the button, not bothering to turn around. The reels spun and missed again.

“I know you’re ignoring me,” Azzi continued. “And I deserve that. But I wanted to say congratulations. You were great tonight.”

Paige’s eyes stayed on the machine. “Hm, ‘s that all?” Azzi wanted to say more. To sit down, to explain, to ask for something she hadn’t figured out how to name yet.

She stood there for a moment, unsure if she should say more or walk away. The noise around them was constant—machines whirring, voices rising and falling, the usual chaos of a casino floor. It wasn’t the right place for this type of conversation. “Yes. Have a good night, Paige.”

Azzi moved through the casino without looking back, weaving past clusters of tourists and cocktail servers until she reached the elevators.

One had just arrived. She stepped inside, pressed her floor, and leaned back against the wall as the doors began to close.

A hand shot through at the last second.

The doors jerked open.

Paige stood there, a little breathless, eyes steady. She stepped in without asking and let the doors slide shut behind her.

“D'you already have dinner?”

Azzi shook her head.

Paige glanced at the buttons, then back at her.

“Wanna order room service with me?” -

The coffee table was a mess of wrappers and half-crumpled napkins. Paige leaned back into the couch, one leg tucked under the other, working through the last of the fries like it was a timed competition.

Azzi watched from the armchair, equal parts fascinated and horrified.

She had offered a quiet space for their impromptu dinner since Kiki was already asleep in Paige's room.

Paige had inhaled three burgers in under fifteen minutes and was now making quick work of the fries without so much as a breath.

Azzi reached for her untouched sandwich, glanced at it, then looked back at Paige.

“Do you want mine too?”

Paige didn’t even pause. “What is it?”

“That was sarcasm.”

“You’re gonna need to be more specific if food’s involved.”

Azzi shook her head, sinking deeper into the chair. “I’m genuinely alarmed.”

“You’ve seen me play,” Paige said through a mouthful of fries. “How is this surprising?”

“You didn’t unhinge your jaw during the game.”

Paige grinned, tossed a fry in the air, and caught it with her mouth.

Azzi sighed and reached for the water bottle on the table but didn’t drink. Her gaze lingered on Paige, still working through the fries like nothing in the world could distract her.

“You’ve been playing really well lately,” she said. “The last few games especially.”

Paige slowed her chewing just a little. “Oh.”

Azzi smiled.

“I mean, thanks. I didn’t know you were watching.”

There was a pause. Azzi could have let it pass, could have deflected or changed the subject, but the quiet between them felt too close to something real to lie through.

“I haven’t missed a game,” she said. “Even if I’m not there, I watch. Every one of them.”

Paige blinked, then looked down, a trace of pink blooming along her cheeks as she reached for another fry she clearly didn’t need.

Sitting with her hands loosely clasped in her lap, Azzi’s eyes fixed on the untouched sandwich beside her. The weight between them had been there the whole night, carefully unspoken, but now it pressed harder, closer. “I’m sorry,” she said quietly. “For what happened. For how it happened. It wasn’t fair to you. If I could take it back... I would.”

Paige didn’t answer right away. She wiped her hands clean with a napkin, taking her time, then leaned forward, resting her arms on her knees.

“I don’t regret kissing and making out with you that night,” she said.

Azzi finally looked at her.

“I only regret putting you in a position. You were already carrying too much, and I pushed you when I should’ve backed off. That’s on me.” Her voice dropped. “I’m sorry for that.”

Azzi shook her head slowly, the words already forming before Paige could say anything more. “No. Paige, I was the one who kissed you.”

“And I kissed you back.”

Azzi looked away, lips pressed together for a moment before she spoke again.

“I let my emotions get the best of me. That night... I wasn’t thinking clearly.”

“That’s exactly my regret,” Paige leaned back slightly, eyes holding firm. “I didn’t stop to think what you were going through. I shouldn’t have let it go that far when I knew you weren’t steady.” She stood up abruptly. “God! Azzi, you just had to deal with your brother that night and all I could think was myself and my stupid ego.” Azzi’s brow lifted, disbelief flickering across her face.

“You’ve really been carrying this like it’s on you?”

"Well...”

Azzi motioned to the couch. “Sit down.”

Paige hesitated but did as she was told, settling into the cushion with a quiet breath.

“Listen,” Azzi started, her tone even but not cold. “I don’t know why you’re blaming yourself, but don’t. And if it makes you feel better, I appreciate your thoughts about me. It’s been a long time since anyone’s cared enough to think about what I’m feeling.”

She paused, eyes fixed forward.

“But I’m not going to lie. We’re re-opening something we shouldn’t cross again.”

Paige sat still, her body tight, listening.

“We started on the wrong path, Paige. And if we keep walking it, it’s going to lead both of us somewhere we won’t come back from. Whatever this was, we can’t keep going. There’s too much at stake. Not just for me. For you too.”

Paige kept her gaze on the floor, jaw tight. The words weren’t new. Not really. She had imagined this conversation too many times—Azzi choosing control over closeness, reason over feeling. But now that it was happening, the actual weight of it pressed in deeper than she expected.

She had been holding on to guilt, turning it over in her head like a stone she thought she could smooth down if she just kept at it long enough. But hearing Azzi say it out loud, the finality of her tone, made it clear that nothing she’d been carrying would change the ending.

Still, it stung.

It stung to be told they had started on the wrong path when it had been the only one that felt right.

She nodded slowly, barely.

“Okay,” she said, though it didn’t feel like one.

Valkyries HQ, San Francisco. May 2025.

The Valkyries were rolling. Eleven wins, three losses. The best start of any expansion team in league history. Their chemistry was sharp, execution cleaner with every game, and the league had started paying attention.

Paige was a headline regular now. Her stats held weight, her plays made highlight reels, and the noise around her name had shifted from hopeful to certain. Rookie of the Year wasn’t just possible—it was probable.

All-Star voting opened with her name already at the top of the ballots.

She felt it, the momentum. The lift of it. Practices ran smoother, her body felt lighter, even the travel days didn’t drag.

But that talk in Las Vegas hadn’t left her.

Azzi hadn’t shown up to a game since. Not once. Not even for the home stands.

The gym had emptied out over an hour ago, but Paige was still there, catching her own rebounds, the steady rhythm of the ball echoing through the quiet space. Her body moved on instinct—one dribble, two, rise, release. Net. Repeat.

She wasn’t tired. Not enough to stop.

The sound of the door clicking open didn’t pull her attention right away. Only when footsteps drew closer did she finally glance toward the baseline.

Azzi stood just inside, arms crossed, the faintest trace of something amused in her voice.

“Practice ended a while ago. If you’re staying this long, I should start charging you gym maintenance.”

Paige caught the ball and held it. Her breathing slowed as she turned to face the person living rent free in her head for the past couple of months.

She let the ball rest against her hip, then spun it slowly in one hand.

“I don’t want to slack,” she said. “We’re on a five-game win streak. Last thing I need is my boss getting mad I’m not putting it all out there.”

She looked up, a flicker of something teasing behind her eyes.

“Last I heard, she never misses watching our games.”

Azzi scoffed, stepping forward without hesitation. She plucked the ball from Paige’s hand like it belonged to her. “You really think flattery’s going to make me overlook the fact that you’re hogging the gym?”

Paige grinned and walked backward toward the free throw line, holding out her hand, shrugging. “If I said I was staying late to honor the legacy of the franchise, would that make it better?”

Azzi turned the ball slowly in her hands. “It might make it worse.”

Paige laughed, stepping back with a bounce in her step. “I’m just trying to keep the lights on. You know, making sure your multi-million dollar floor space stays in good use.”

“I should charge you rent.”

“Add it to my contract,” Paige said, motioning toward the court. “Tell you what. You make one shot, I’ll clear out.”

Azzi tilted her head. “You think I’m just going to embarrass myself for your amusement?”

“I think you’re dying to see if you can make one,” Paige said, voice low and teasing. “Come on. You’re standing on the floor of your own team’s gym, and you’ve never even taken a shot?”

Azzi stared at her for a long second, then shook her head and let out a sigh.

“You’re relentless.”

Paige grinned and walked toward the free throw line, tossing the ball up and catching it. “One shot. I promise I won’t tell the world. Unless it’s perfect.”

Azzi followed her slowly, arms folded.

“This is ridiculous.”

“This is team bonding.”

“You’re not my team.”

“I’m your headache. Close enough.”

Azzi let out a breath, finally taking the ball back. “Fine. But I’m blaming you when this ruins my reputation.”

Paige stepped in, already adjusting her grip. “If anything, this is gonna make it better.” Azzi stared at the hoop like it was challenging her. She adjusted her grip on the ball, stepped awkwardly toward the free throw line, and squared her shoulders like she had watched athletes do a hundred times from the sidelines.

She launched.

It left her fingers too flat, spinning awkwardly in the air before clanking off the front rim and bouncing back with a dull thud.

Paige bit her lip, then broke into a jog to chase it down before it rolled out of bounds.

“That was…” She paused, dribbling the ball once. “A very brave attempt.”

Azzi crossed her arms, unimpressed. “You don’t have to sugarcoat it.”

“I’m not.” Paige grinned. “I’m saying you’re clearly an expert at hitting the exact part of the rim that guarantees it won’t go in.”

She walked the ball back, but instead of handing it over, she stopped in front of Azzi and held it with one hand. Her voice dropped, softer this time, and something in her face shifted.

“Let me show you.”

Azzi hesitated, watching her closely. There was no mocking now. Paige’s grin had settled into something quieter. Not serious, but careful. Like she was trying not to move too quickly through a moment that meant more than it should.

She nodded once.

Paige stepped closer, placing the ball in Azzi’s hands again, but this time kept hers there too. She adjusted Azzi’s grip gently, her thumbs brushing over Azzi’s knuckles.

“Right here. Let your shooting hand sit under the ball. Other hand just helps guide it.”

Azzi didn’t look at the hoop. She looked at Paige. Their hands were tangled around the ball, Paige’s fingers warm and steady. Close enough to feel her breath when she spoke again.

“You don’t need to force it. Let it roll off your fingers. It’s about rhythm. Trust.”

Azzi swallowed hard.

“Trust the shot?”

Paige’s eyes met hers. “Trust yourself.”

The gym felt too quiet. Just the creak of sneakers on polished wood and the low hum of lights above. Paige stepped behind her, setting her palms lightly on Azzi’s elbows, guiding them into position.

“Bend your knees a little. Keep your elbow under the ball.”

Azzi followed. The motion was stiff, but she listened.

Paige leaned in, voice at her ear. “Now lift it slow. Let it go at the top.”

Azzi raised her arms and released. The ball floated, not perfect, but cleaner. It hit the backboard and bounced toward the rim before falling away.

Better.

Azzi turned to look at her, something flickering in her eyes. Not frustration. Something else. A heat she didn’t name.

“That was almost good,” Paige said.

“Almost?”

“I think you need another lesson.”

- Paige’s apartment, Oakland. June 2025.

The apartment was dark except for the soft glow of Paige’s phone. She was sprawled on the couch, one leg tucked under her, the other stretched toward the armrest. Her hair was damp from a shower, and there was a half-finished protein shake on the coffee table.

Her thumbs tapped quickly.

Paige: You looked good last night. Paige: But I still think your hair looked better during draft night.

She attached a photo.

It was Azzi, polished and poised, walking into a real estate conference. Hair pulled back in a sleek twist, dressed in a charcoal pantsuit that made her look every inch the power executive Twitter loved to obsess over.

Azzi: Where did you get this?

Paige answered before the read receipt even registered.

Paige: Internet. You’re famous, remember?

Azzi exhaled through her nose, typing slowly.

Azzi: Are you stalking me now?

Paige: Maybe. Paige: Just enough to form an opinion about your hairstyles.

Azzi: And here I thought you were too busy chasing Rookie of the Year.

Paige: I multitask.

Azzi sat up straighter in bed, the corners of her mouth betraying the start of a smile.

Azzi: You really liked my hair that night?

Paige: I like a lot of things when it comes to you. Paige: Want a list?

Azzi hesitated.

Azzi: I’m scared of that list.

Paige: You should be. It’s long.

Azzi: Paige.

Paige: Azzi.

Azzi: I thought we weren’t doing this.

Paige: You texted back. Paige: So maybe you’re doing it too.

There was a pause. Paige watched the typing bubble appear and disappear three times. Then finally:

Azzi: Goodnight, Paige.

Paige stared at it. Then sent one more message without thinking.

Paige: I still like your hair better down.

She set her phone down beside her, the softest grin tugging at her mouth as she leaned back into the couch.

While Azzi lay still in the dark, phone on her chest, heartbeat louder than it should be. She didn’t reply again. But she didn’t stop reading it either.

Rocco's Cafe, San Francisco. June 2025.

The clink of glass against ceramic filled the space between them. Afternoon light poured through the tall windows of the restaurant, the kind of place Nika always picked—unassuming, elegant, with an outdoor view that cost more than it looked. Azzi sat across from her, shoulders relaxed, her phone turned face down for once.

Nika stirred her espresso, eyes flicking to the plate Azzi had barely touched.

“Westlake signed,” she said. “The rezoning permits came in yesterday.”

Azzi nodded, lifting her glass. “Good. I want the contractors briefed by Friday. We’ll reroute phase three if they can’t break ground in time.”

“They will.” Nika took a sip, then leaned back in her chair. “What about the Dallas project? Still holding?”

Azzi glanced past her toward the window. “We’re waiting on final numbers. But I’m not rushing that one. The board will push if I give them a reason.”

A beat passed, comfortable and slow. Nika tilted her head, her voice quieter.

“How are you?”

“I’m fine?”

“You’re more than fine.”

Azzi looked at her confused.

Nika smiled, sharp but kind. “You’ve been smiling. Laughing. You even left the office before seven last week.”

Azzi raised an eyebrow, daring Nika to continue.

“You’re glowing.”

She shook her head, but her mouth twitched like it wanted to smile.

“And forgive me, but I have a feeling Jake’s not the reason.”

Nika lifted her cup with a knowing tilt, like she was letting Azzi keep her secret while quietly reminding her it wasn’t all that well hidden.

- San Francisco International Airport, San Francisco. June 2025.

Azzi reread the message from the Valkyries’ training staff, the words sharp in their precision.

Concussion protocol.

Paige had been pulled from practice following a hit during the game against Indiana two nights ago.

Azzi had watched that game from a bar in Dallas, her tablet propped up between half-finished cocktails and development briefs. The meeting with local contractors had stretched past dinner.

Her flight home today was late and quiet, and somewhere over the Rockies, exhaustion claimed her.

The message hadn’t registered until she was standing outside Terminal 2, luggage beside her, the San Francisco air cutting through her blazer. She scrolled absently while waiting for the car.

Another text sat beneath the first.

Let us know if you’d like to see the medical report.

She didn’t reply right away. Headlights pulled up. The town car stopped cleanly at the curb.

She typed her reply.

Not necessary.

Tony stepped out, moved to the trunk. Azzi got in without a word. The door closed with a soft click, and the city hummed low around them.

She stared straight ahead. Thinking. More thinking. “Tony, we’re making a detour.”

- Paige’s apartment, Oakland. June 2025.

Paige blinked, hard, like it would help make sense of the shape in front of her.

Azzi stood at the doorway, calm as ever, hair tucked neatly behind one ear, as if she belonged there. She hadn’t called. Hadn’t messaged.

And now Azzi was stepping inside like she hadn’t just knocked a minute ago, like being let in meant she belonged there.

Paige raised an eyebrow. “You know, knocking doesn’t mean you get to just walk in like it’s your office.”

Azzi took two more steps in, ignoring the comment entirely.

“You’re in concussion protocol,” she said. “I got the update this morning.”

“I—what? Wait, how do you even—” Paige closed the door slowly. “You’re not even on the medical distribution list.”

“I don’t need to be.”

“Okay. Cool. Great. Love the vague billionaire surveillance energy,” Paige muttered. “That’s definitely what every injured rookie wants.”

Azzi raised an eyebrow, unbothered. “I didn’t hack into anything, if that’s what you’re implying.”

Paige snorted. “You didn’t have to. One look from you and half the staff probably tripped over themselves to send an update.”

“I asked, they answered.”

“Right. Because that’s totally normal. Just your average team owner flying across the country to check on a player with a bump to the head.”

“I’m not your average team owner,” Azzi’s gaze didn’t waver. “And it wasn’t just a bump.”

Paige’s breath hitched before she could hide it.

She tried to mask it with sarcasm. “So what now? Are you here to run your own tests? Gonna flash a penlight in my eyes, ask me who the president is?”

"Would you answer if I did?”

“Depends,” Paige said, voice lower now. “Are you gonna tell me why you really came?”

Azzi didn’t look away. “Does it matter?”

“It does if you want to keep pretending this is just about basketball.”

“Paige.” “Azzi.”

Azzi exhaled, slow and tired. “I was worried.”

Paige stepped closer, the tension in her shoulders softening as she reached out and cupped Azzi’s face with both hands.

“I’m fine,” she said gently. “You don’t have to worry.”

Azzi didn’t answer. Her eyes stayed on Paige, and before she realized it, she was leaning into the warmth of that touch, drawn by something quieter than reason.

Paige moved in without rushing, her hands sliding down until they rested on Azzi’s waist. She pulled her in, carefully, like she didn’t want to spook her. Their bodies met in a slow, steady hold.

Azzi let herself be held.

“Didn’t we agree we need to stop this?” Azzi’s voice was soft, but the weight behind it settled between them.

"I only agreed half-heartedly.”

Azzi rolled her eyes and gave her a light smack on the arm. Paige caught her wrist before she could pull away, grinning.

“Let’s just have this night, please.” Paige said, voice lowered to something more honest. “We don’t have to do anything. I miss you.”

There was a pause, then a quiet mumble from Azzi. “I miss you too.”

Paige wrapped her in a hug, slow but firm, the kind that said more than words could carry. She held Azzi tightly, grounding herself in the contact, in the relief of having her this close again.

“How was your flight?” she asked after a moment, still not letting go.

Azzi answered once they finally pulled back, their fingers laced. “Long. Delayed twice. I hated every second.”

“Stay the night,” Paige said without thinking.

Azzi blinked. Her body stilled. “Paige—”

“It’s not what you’re thinking,” Paige added quickly. “We both need rest. That’s all. Just... don’t leave.”

Azzi hesitated for only a beat, then reached for her phone. She typed out a message to Tony to go home without her.

Paige disappeared for a moment and came back with a folded UConn sweatshirt and matching joggers. “You’ll look better in these than I ever did.”

Azzi gave her a look, took the clothes, and changed in the bathroom. When she emerged, the room was dim, Paige already under the covers.

She climbed in, the air between them thick with hesitation. They left a small space between their bodies, but not for long.

“Come here, ma,” Paige said, voice almost teasing.

Azzi didn’t bother pretending. She folded into Paige’s side, resting her head on her shoulder.

“I’m only doing this because of your concussion protocol,” she murmured.

Paige laughed, the sound low and grateful. “If it means I get to have you like this, I’ll bang my head every day.”

Azzi let out a quiet laugh of her own, her breath brushing against Paige’s neck.

Paige pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Thank you for coming. And for checking on me.” “We’re so bad at stopping this.”

#paige bueckers #paige buckets #paige x azzi #paige bueckers x azzi fudd #pazzi fic #pazzi #paige bueckers fic #paige bueckers fanfic #uconn wbb #azzi fudd fanfiction #azzi fudd #pazzi fics #terms of play series

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ataleofcrowns · 1 day ago

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Heyy!! Just a curious fun question! Out of the 4 love interest, who do you think at first will be more 'popular' with the people who read your IF when you first write the story and why ? Since its now 12 chapter (13 ln the way ! IM SO EXCITED!), do you think its still the same as your prediction or ?

Cause as far as i know, everyone love and treats the Love Interest equally like theres no love interest that is so "Favored" than the others. And as someone who plays 4 route of them, every one of the routes have their own theme aaaaa. But i do wanna hear your thoughts !!

Interesting question for sure!!

When I first started writing it, I actually tried to avoid thinking about which one of them would be the most popular in case that affected my writing. My main goal was always to ensure they each had their individual charms and appeals. I think as a writer (or an artist in general), if you get too much into your own head about what your audience thinks, it'll affect your craft negatively.

I will say that I did spend extra attention on A's character and romance route, just because I know black characters tend to be more easily sidelined by online fandoms, and I really wanted to avoid that happening. So in that sense, I'm very happy that they seem to be beloved as much as the other 3 love interests!! 💖

#ask #koiscoop #glad you enjoy them all as well 🫶🏼

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tojisteddy · 3 days ago

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hi! i wrote the 141 fic and i just wanted to address this with as much grace as possible. I am half Black.

I didn't include Gaz in my fic because I don’t know him, that is LITERALLY it. My entire exposure to COD comes from Tumblr. I genuinely had NO FUCKING IDEA Gaz was part of 141. I thought he was like König or Keegan, who pop up in other parts of the fandom.

I KNEW THE OTHER THREE WERE A PART OF IT FROM CLIPS ONLINE (IE. GHOAP INTERACTIONS) AND OTHER TUMBLR FICS.

To accuse ME (black woman) of racism for that is not only unfair, it's harmful. your supporters have been bullying the fuck out of me and i've had to delete anon submissions and block people.

i'm not going to include someone just for the sake of optics, esp if I can't write them well. there are tons of other gaz writers. was i wrong in tagging my post 141 men? sure! did i know gaz was in 141? no. i know nothing about him. i would not do him any justice.

in the nicest way possible, i can write who i write. my blog is self indulgent and i write who i know best. gaz is SUPER HOT, yes, BUT i wasn't particularly inspired to write him in this particular scenario. just as i wouldn't write someone like bruce banner from the avengers in an "avengers men with a fussy wife" fic bc idk anything about him. i dont think people would get on my case if i did that, if it makes sense?

and i would love to learn more about gaz, but i'm not obligated to write about him. getting on your blog to spread a false narrative to your followers is kind of unkind, especially due to your big following. but i just wanted you to know i'm not some white girl with an agenda.

hope that cleared everything up! :) xx

I wanna say first and foremost, my intention was not to send people to spread hate, bully or maliciously attack you and in no way do I condone that. Especially since I myself am a fully black women. That’s my fault in every way and I should’ve been more careful with my wording and should watch myself because of my following moving forward. Im sorry.

Secondly, I do understand only knowing cod characters via fics and edits on this app/tiktok and it’s not anyone’s job to have to look everyone up when you get interested in one singular character. You also don’t have the obligation to write every character known to man in every drabble/fic. That’s fine.

The conversation to be had though would be about exclusion and micro aggressions.

I’m not expecting you to know the ins and out of cod fandom especially when I see you do write for different fandoms (as do I). But exclusion towards Gaz on this app and in edits and the like, is a major issue in the fandom because of his race. And it’s probably a reason you didn’t know Gaz was apart of the 141. This is something that happens to many characters that look like you and me (black people).

And yes, I see (and again I apologize) that excluding Gaz was not your habitual intention. And sure, not all characters fit a certain scenarios.

But you not realizing Gaz was apart of the 141 was a micro aggression in itself, that’s what micro aggressions are.

The unconscious actions.

The unconsciousness of excluding ppl who look like you and me just because of our skin color, facial structure and builds, the constant need to make black ppl look like aggressors even we don’t do anything wrong, being “scared” of black ppl having “too much” fun.

And those who are white, those are POC and those who are even half black, tend to do it a lot. Same thing with black men and colorism and how it’s ingrained in society’s culture. It’s done Unconsciously. (Not all the time tho) And I’m definitely sure for the white/poc ppl who follow me, it flew over their heads. They just see racism and that’s surface level. Yes, maybe that’s on me for not explaining it further. But that’s something that me and you have to live with till the day we die. And you should understand that.

Lastly, I want to reiterate, I know you did not mean it. I know you don’t have to write for Gaz if you don’t want to. I know Gaz doesn’t fit for some scenarios, same way that Soap doesn’t or Price doesn’t.

But I am saying to watch your actions towards ppl who look like you and me because they pan out at the end of the day.

#cod x reader #kyle gaz x reader #Gaz x reader #call of duty #kyle gaz garrick #tf 141 x reader

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enlightenedfeline · 2 days ago

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Tips for writing a sociopath:

While I've already made a post about the differences in writing psychopaths and sociopaths, I found it might be more helpful that I expand on each individually.

Do keep in mind that I am in no way a professional, I'm just a writer who's done her research and have written characters with ASPD before.

1- Conscious Sociopaths do have a conscious, a very weak one, that is often overshadowed by ego or impulse. So they are capable of feeling empathy and guilt.

What does this mean for your character? It means that while they lie and cheat, they can feel bad for their victims, it's just that they're able to ignore this feeling or it's overpowered by other feelings, often a need to be the best.

2- Ego Sociopaths are more often than not, fueled by ego, and a need to be liked and admired. They care what people think of them, and require praise for the things they do.

Sociopaths often look at more shallow methods of being the best, they don't try to be the best in how good they are to others, rather they try to be the richest, the smartest, the most attractive, etc.

3- Lying Sociopaths don't mind lying, more often than not, it's the easier option for them. They have little to no moral opposition to it, if it benefits them, they'll do it.

This applies to other things that someone without ASPD would consider wrong, cheating, betraying, and so on.

If it benefits a sociopath, they will do it.

4- Consequences. On that same note, sociopaths care how they appear to others, so they will try to keep any moral wrongdoing hidden from the public, to maintain their image and reputation.

5- Self-awareness A sociopath is not aware that they are a sociopath, maybe they can be made aware of the fact, but more often than not, they will be enraged if a label like that is put on them, because it can ruin their image.

Your average sociopath doesn't know that they're a sociopath, they'll think they're simply better than those around them, or more dedicated to things.

They will view themselves as the standard, making them very distrustful of people. Because if they lie and cheat, obviously everyone else does too, right?

6- Impulsiveness How impulsive a sociopath is depends on many personality factors, some people are just better at evaluating the future than others, this applies to sociopaths as well. But more often than not, a sociopath will be more impulsive than your average person, craving instant validation over long-term commitment to something.

7- Why? As far as my knowledge goes, sociopaths are the way they are due to factors in their childhood, often abuse.

Unlike psychopaths, who are born with the condition, sociopaths develop it in childhood.

This could explain the existence of a conscious, while psychopaths lack one. They still feel bad because inside them is a child who still feels, but a child who was hurt and abused enough to lose all hope in the world and the people in it.

This causes sociopaths to be distrusting of everything and everyone, making them incapable of forming geniune connection with people, which turns into loneliness.

Remember that sociopaths are not evil, no one with ASPD is, this tip post is of general information that I like to keep in mind with my characters. Your character may choose not to lie or cheat, they may be more or less impulsive, etc. At the end of the day, just make sure not to make the fact that they're a sociopath their entire personality.

That's all for this post, feel free to ask me questions in the comments about the specific character you're writing cause I always love answering those!

Maybe some of this advice will help, maybe it won't, either way, I hope this feline has enlightened you!

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questionablecuttlefish · 2 days ago

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Honestly good to know I’m not crazy cause I do think there’s a certain lc erasure lately, it happened on ao3 in the arcane tag, their search word on twt is working weirdly, and ofc some people do not want her mentioned in arcane subs related. Honestly to each their own but I just find so funny how they’re trying so hard to bury lux but I assure u, if a lux show comes around the same people will be flipping sides so quickly (maybe not in the lc ship but yes in the loving lux side).

Plus I think it’s so cool that jinx has so many artists dedicated to her lately but as much as their work it’s beautiful, sometimes l can’t help but think “in what mad world will jinx wear smth like that or act that way” lmao, making her so different of how she is, even though she was so subdued in arcane s2 I think the fans subdued her even more in fandom spaces.

Anyways, this is the whole reason why I think lux is gonna be so popular cause I think fanon jinx rn is actually closer to canon lux.

I left Twitter in November and was never really on Reddit to begin with, and given the way the fandom's gone, I don't regret not being on either.

I do find the sheer balls out insecurity of those we shall not name who are trying so hard to erase Lightcannon and bully LC fans out of the fandom spaces both deeply aggravating and hilarious.

A certain other ship gets, what, the showrunners are fans, the animation studio are fans, there's most of a 40 minute episode dedicated to it, the artbook, a chart-topping song in French with a music video and a cover with Coldplay, they keep getting fed over and over.

And it's not enough, somehow?

Lightcannon hasn't shared a skinline in 10 years - oh wait, we got Lovestruck, yay! - oh wait, it's the comphet valentine's skin boooo - and LC fans sighing at 'airship to Demacia' is just our wishful dreaming. We don't trust Riot will ever give us what we want, why would we? They've burned us over and over again.

And yet some people are so scared of this 'non-canon delusional crack ship' where one partner doesn't even exist in the show and there's no signs she will that they're willing to try to bully its supporters out of existence? Really?

If we're so 'non-canon' why are we such a threat?

Baby shippers who can't share space are honestly not worth my time or energy to argue with.

I will critique another ship to my black heart's content but I'll never tell you you can't ship it. I'll never post negative comments on the work of another ship's artists, writers or cosplayers. I'll defend to the death your right to have your fictional blorbos.

Just don't tell me I can't have mine.

(...and may Great Azatoth help you if you try, because that's not a fight you'll win.)

OP, you're also right about the 'subduing' of Jinx. I'm deeply saddened by the fandom's slow burn domestication of a character who at her heart represents chaos, joyful destruction, rebellion against the rules, and the breakdown of established order.

But sure, let's turn the crazy firebrand into a blue-haired tradwife. That feels kinda political too, NGL, in this current cultural moment, doesn't it?

LC represents the opposite to me. Not because "Lux is crazier" - I don't even subscribe to that trope lol - but because Lux represents acceptance and support to Jinx, but Jinx represents rebellion and freedom to Lux.

Neither forces the other to be something she's not, but both represent an open hand offering something the other character already deeply, deeply desires and needs.

The whole world might be out to get them, but they'll be running hand in hand, and fighting back to back.

The freedom to love who you love and be who you are, no matter who others demand you to be, that's my Lightcannon. 💛💙🏳️‍🌈🦄

#lightcannon #jinx #luxanna crownguard #lux #arcane #jinx x lux #league of legends #arcane jinx #lol jinx #ao3 fanfic #arcane netflix

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rainbowrocketquotes · 2 days ago

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LGBTQ+ Headcanons for Pride Month

Late as fuck but I've been Busy™ so uhh.

These are my opinions and they are subject to change! Feel free to dicsuss your own opinions in the replies but if y'all start arguing with each other in there I swear.

Giovanni

I dont know why but he and Ariana give off the vibes of that couple who have a joint sugar baby in a pseudo-polycule.

T4T silverspawn is my bread and butter but also I'm a multishipper so that ranges.

Imo he's either straight but an ally or a closeted bisexual that hides it behind allyship. We all know that guy.

Archie

Unlabelled. I don't make the rules, sorry. /j

No but on a serious note I think he just doesn't care to try and explain. He gives off the vibe of "guy who experimented heavily in college and kind of forgoes labels now" because he knows what he wants and he doesn't feel the need to try and define himself to other people.

I also am a fan of the trans Archie headcanons but I personally still don't see him labelling himself any which way in any regard tbf. He's just chill.

Maxie

Boykisser.

I don't really care which way he gets labeled most of the time but this guy likes men. Or at the very least he has definitely dated a man.

I don't really like the trans Maxie headcanon as much as some of the other trans headcanons for characters because I just feel like it buys too much into the common fandom tropes of "one member of popular ship must be afab and the other must he amab" with Hardenshipping being an incredibly popular ship, and "skinny white man = trans" being the most common trans headcanons. I'm not saying anyone who headcanons Maxie as trans is doing it for those reasons, and I have NO PROBLEM with people who headcanon Maxie as trans. Like, I'll still read fics and look at art where he is, and I don't mind it, I just don't like it personally for those reasons, and don't headcanon him as trans.

Cyrus

Abnormal views on gender/sexuality because of his time spent in the distortion world.

I personally don't think he cares what pronouns he's referred to by because he thinks it's a waste of time to correct people on something so trivial as a set of words, and he doesn't care how people percieve him.

In regards to sexuality, I also think he doesn't bother with labels, or really care about anything like that in general. I think he's probably on the asexual/aromantic spectrum, but it could also be interpreted as him just being closed off and weird like he is.

Personally I think if he bothered with labelling, he'd be Demiromantic. I'm not sure if he'd be cis or not but he probably still wouldn't care about pronouns or anything.

Ghetsis

Gay and homophobic /j

Honestly? I have no idea. I think he's probably very against the idea of wasting time with romance, especially in regards to what N is doing. But I don't think he'd be generally homophobic or transphobic. Probably just romancephobic /hj.

That's not to say I think he's necessarily on the ace spectrum, but I think he thinks he has better things to do. That he's against the idea of romance as an idea for the purposes of his ideals. He's a cult leader who wants to manipulate and use his son as a means to rule the world. He doesn't care what gender or sexuality N labels with, he just knows that by getting a partner he'd be straying from the plan he's trying to fulfill. Shrug.

Colress

I don't think he cares, but like in a different way than Archie doesn't care. I don't think he's explored his gender and sexuality enough to be comfortable forming his own opinion on how he identifies. He's scientific and needs proof one way or another, but won't actively go out and get the proof because he doesn't care that much. I.E., unlabelled. Doesn't care about his own pronouns.

Definitely is a "I assume you are bisexual until proven otherwise" truther, tho.

Lysandre

Very stereotypically flamboyantly gay, obviously, in the same vein as every Disney villain ever. I know I just said I don't fuck with stereotypes but not for this one. This idiot is home of sexual. Full stop.

Probably cis? But the kind of cis guy who would do drag for fun iykwim.

Guzma

Pan or Bi, 100%. Just screams sexual frustration like that. I physically cannot explain it but he just is.

Gender wise, I'm down with pretty much any headcanon for him. I think he's cis but cool with any pronouns in the way that a dude who is just comfortable in his masculinity is. Like if you call a guy who's normal "she" on accident he'll probably be like "haha, I'm a dude," and move on. That's Guzma.

Lusamine

Heteroromantic Bisexual. I cannot explain it, either, but she just gives me vibes.

"Every woman wanted to be a man at some point, Lillie, it's normal", and never elaborates. Probably Cis, but I'm squinting at her very hard.

I'm also cool with the transfem headcanons for her but sometimes people lean too far into the "trans people are always villains" thing and it gets... Weird!

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Rose

General cishet vibes from this guy, though I won't disregard any queer headcanons for him. I just think he and Oleana have some weird het situationship going on over there.

British /j

Volo

Some kind of gender something idk /ref

I don't know what he is but he definitely is not Cisgender and I can tell you that with confidence.

I think he's probably demiromantic or demisexual but I have a general feeling that he's somewhere on the ace spectrum. Idk if that's cliche or weird but I like this guy and I get vibes™ from him.

Also I know this is my Rainbow Rocket acount but I! Like Volo!! Contrary to popular belief!!! Legends Arceus is one of my favourite pkmn games.

Sada

Still have not finished Scarvi!! But she's bi. Have you seen her? She's bi.

I wouldn't mind a t4t headcanon with her and her husband but I don't outright hc her as transfem. I might, once I finish the game, tho.

Turo

Once again have still not finished Scarvi! But he's also Bi. Maybe homoromantic or demi on the side, but he definitely is Bi.

Might be a flavor of nonbinary, but that could just be the vibes I get from his weird little cunty outfit.

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hkthatgffan · 2 days ago

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I wonder if its just me or that the fandom at large doesnt seem to care about Wendy. Like, yeah sometimes they bemoan about how she got sidelined and raise about the cancelled stories but like, I dont see as much fan content about her. In fact I see more Pacifica art around, despite her not being the main character at all. It only seems wendippers care about her the most.

Oh yeah. Even in the fandom it feels like Wendy barely gets much attention and it upsets me a lot given I think she's a character that has so much more to give and for us to learn about her. Ironically like you said, despite how the fandom is about it, what little wendip community is out there still, gives her more appreciation than most other parts of the fandom do and continue to wanna see more out of her character in official content. And as someone who similarly wants to see more Wendy development, I'm with them on that tbh. It's a win/win really as Wendy developing will benefit all fans. I think part of the problem is that cause many fans associate her with that ship and ever since canonically at least, it was sunk, people just sort of stopped caring about Wendy and moved on to other characters, given the show sorta stopped so too. I mean, whenever I look through season 1 era GF content and blogs, there is a ton of Wendy content (and not just wendip stuff but a mix of things related to her) and barely any Pacifica content, given of course, everyone hated her then, lol. But by season 2 onward, it was vice versa.

I guess because of all that, those in the fandom who ship dipcifica don't as much care about her as a result. Of course, it's not all of them given I'm sure there's dipcifica shippers who wanna see more Wendy development and wendip shippers who in turn wanna see more Pacifica development. But it is also disappointing overall tbh, given both Wendy and Pacifica are so much more than their most popular ship. they have personalities of their own and stories that can be told with both established and to be created lore. And it is possible to do that. Using The Owl House as an example, Amity got a ton of development and lore about her that wasn't revolving around lumity. Fans of that show were able to like and learn about her through a lens that wasn't just wanting her to be Luz's girlfriend. And it benefitted that ship too given as result, it made lumity that better of an end goal, as Amity changed for the better in a way that made her and Luz being together feel more worth it and deserving (which hot take, Pacifica isn't still IMO developed enough for that to work with Dipcifica, hence why alongside his own belief about it, Alex never has fully canonized that ship).

It is possible to give Wendy (and Pacifica) a similar type of development and lore without lumping it up with shipping. Wendy is arguably the least developed main character and so, deserves more. I want Wendy to be more than just the cool character that Dipper had a crush on. I mean, similarly to that in a way, Vanessa in season 1 of Phineas and Ferb was sort of the same and more so a Candace 2.0 but overtime, became a more interesting and developed character with her own personality and story in series that made learning about her fun and gave us more to enjoy about that character. We've seen in the show there is more to Wendy from stuff she's said and lore that books have dropped. There is a lot more to her that we can learn. I think there are GF fans who want to see more out of Wendy, but with a lack of anything to really look into on her beyond all the shipping stuff which many have moved on from, there's not much to do with her. So, she gets sidelined. When Gravity Falls itself stops sidelining Wendy, fans I feel will stop doing so too.

Also side note, Wendy and Mabel content would be honestly really cool to see more of. They have a real big sister and little sister type bond and seeing Wendy perhaps giving Mabel life advice and being a sort of mentor to her would be amazing. We've already seen a bit of that in Society of the Blind Eye, so more of that would be welcome. Point is, there is so much Wendy could be used for with proper development...it's just a matter of actually trying it out and seeing what works.

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miss0atae · 2 days ago

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Revenged Love makes me want to read again Counter Attack while waiting for the next episode. 😅

I finally could watch the latest episodes 5 and 6 (thanks again @dramalove247! I'm sure it's your prayers that made it possible).

There are so many things to say, but I could sum it up by saying that I really love the toxic relationship between Chi Cheng and Suo Wei. It seems like we reached the point where Suo Wei finally learned some truth and he is starting to get softer to Chi Cheng (in his own way of course). I guess it helped that he learned about Wang Suo too. They can't see it, but they don't need labels to act in some kind of dysfunctional yet working couple.

I liked what Xiao Shuai said about their relationship: it's a twisted fate that brought them together. Their relationship is based on lies and deception, and yet there is attraction and also love. Doesn't matter what Suo Wei can say about being annoyed by Chi Cheng, in fact they both love these little mind games they are playing. They will never get bored in their relationship. They are obsessed by each other, even if it's not on the same level or for the same reasons. I believe it's the mix of cuteness and aggravation that makes their relationship endearing (at least for me)

In fact, I believe we could thank Yue Yue. Despite her being only attracted to money (and to a lesser extent to beauty because Chi Cheng has it too) she could be considered the real catalyst that always further their relationship (despite not even wanting it) to lead Suo Wei and Chi Cheng to their "romance". Suo Wei thought Chi Cheng was his love rival because he is dating his ex-girlfriend, but it turns out the real love rival is in fact Yue Yue. He is quite possessive, which is also the case of Chi Cheng. They are truly meant to be.

As for Xiao Shuai and Cheng Yu it's another story. Cheng Yu seems to have understood how to get to Xiao Shuai. Give him gossips and food and that's how to get to his heart. It seems he knows how to get behind his high walls. Xiao Shuai may be more "cautious" than Suo Wei, but he is not immune to Cheng Yu's weird ways of flirting and get to him.

A special mention to Xiaogang who is becoming one of my favorite character. He is fun.

Now, I have to wait a whole week to watch the next episodes. Thankfully , we have so many good series right now to help me wait.

#chinese bl #bl drama #bl series #my thoughts #revenged love #revenged love the series #episode 5 #episode 6 #thankfully gaga worked today

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loomiseater · 3 days ago

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Hey babes! I saw you were taking request and I was hoping I could put one in! I was thinking a Billy x slasher!reader x Stu if possible where the reader is a huge horror fan and wouldn’t say it out loud but finds Ghostface cool and inspired them to go a little mad themselves.

Maybe the reader has been friends with the two for a while and is into both of them but has no idea that they’re ghostface and end up at the same house as them or something for a kill? Fluff and some smut if you’re comfortable with that, but if not that’s okay too! Whatever you imagine the scenario to be is fine honestly, and I’m sure it’ll be great! :))

Tripple

warnings: smut ofc!, threesome, facial, cum play, unprotected sex, murder, and cheating.

Criticism is appreciated! I would love to know how I can improve on my writing.

A/N: I'm so sorry for the wait! It took me a while trying to plan out how to write this one but I hope u enjoy :)

Billy Loomis x fem!reader x Stu Macher

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Written: May 24th, 2025- June 22nd, 2025

Published: June 22nd, 2025

Summary: Someone takes over your first kill..which leads to something steamy.

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“Oh come on! You don’t even think it’s a little cool?” I said to Sid as she shook her head. “There’s nothing cool about killing innocent people, Y/N.” Sid stated as she was throwing her lunch tray away. I rolled my eyes before responding. “Casey Becker wasn’t all that innocent, Sid. She cheated on Stu and he’s our best friend.”

Sid paused for a second before answering. “Well- Yeah, but she didn’t deserved to be gutted and stabbed.” She lowly said. I mean..I guess Sid’s right, but Casey has always been a total bitch to everyone since elementary school, so I’d say it’s deserve. “Enough about Casey, you wanna have a movie night, tonight?! We could have horror movie marathon! Tatum could come too!” I cheerfully asked. I LOVE horror movies, they just speak to me. There’s just something about the gore, the blood, the killing, and the hope the main character has right before they’re about to die.

“Totally! But how about something a bit more tame? We could watch Clueless!” Sid suggested. I groaned in annoyance. “Fine, I guess.” Sid grabbed my arm practically dragging me outside to the front of the school with a smile on her face. “Oh don’t be such a Debbie downer!” She teased. I ignored her and was looking around until I saw Billy, Stu, Tatum, and Randy all sitting down on the water fountain. We walked over to the and sat down with them. Sid sat on the end of Billy, I sat in between Billy and Stu, and Tatum sat on the other side of Stu, and Randy sat next to Tatum.

“So, you guys hear about Casey Becker?” Randy asked me and Sid as we were walking up. “Yeah, she was completely gutted open.” I said as I reached over to take a grape. “How do you..gut someone?” Sidney hesitantly asked as we all looked over at her. “You take a knife..and you slit em from groin to sternum.” Stu started off as Billy questionably stared at him.

I was intrigued on where this conversation was going. Stu doesn’t even know he’s giving me tips on how to murder my next victim. “-Hey! It’s called tact, you fuck rag.” Billy rudely said to Stu as he cut him off. I raised a brow and looked over to Billy as he smirked. “What was that look?” Billy teasingly asked as my body began to run cold. Shit! I looked too interested.

“What do you mean?” I asked as all eyes were on me now. “You seem oddly curious about this subject, your whole face lit up when Stu was explaining on how to gut someone.” Billy said with a smirk as Sidney slapped his arm. “Leave her alone, Billy.” Sid groaned. “Classic horror trope!” Randy butted in as Tatum was still munching on her grapes. “Blame it on another person to draw suspicion from yourself! Stu’s obviously the killer, he just explained how to gut someone!” Randy finished. I mean..Randy’s not wrong. How did Stu know about that? Did he have experience?

Billy threw a rock at Randy and Randy then winced in pain. I was trying my best to contain my laughter, so was Tatum. “Hey, didn’t you used to date Casey Becker?” Sid asked Stu as he looked almost like he was offended she would even say something like that. “Yeah for like two seconds!” He nervously said as Tatum side eyed him. “Before she dumped you for Steve!” Randy added as Tatum’s eyes widened at the statement. “I thought you dumped her for me?” Tatum questioned Stu while he looked over at Randy with a death glare. This got messy fast.

“Yeah I did, he’s full of shit.” Stu said, referring to Randy. “Are the police aware you dated the victim?” Randy said with a different voice. He was clearly getting under Stu’s skin. “What are you saying? That I killed her?” Stu asked as my eyes widened. I mean that would be a pretty good motive. Stu was known to have a very fragile ego, especially when it came to girls. I couldn’t help but to look over at Billy, he’s been real quiet since the whole exchange..was he hiding something? It was hard to read his face but I could definitely see he wanted Stu to shut the fuck up. “Well it would certainly improve your high school Q.” Randy teasingly smiled as he chomped on a grape.

(it means popularity, I finally looked up what it means lmaoo) “Stu was with me last night, okay?” Tatum said in a tone in which we all know what she meant by that. “Yeah I was.” Stu said with a smirk. My heart tugged a little. I know it’s wrong, Tatum and Sid are my best friends and I like their boyfriends. Well- I’ve always had a crush on Billy, since our elementary days. He asked me to be his girlfriend last year but I told him no. I had a lot going on with my parents divorcing and everything, I wouldn’t have had enough time for him.

And two weeks after that…he asked Sid out. She doesn’t know about it though. Billy and I’ve kissed once but that was before he was with Sid. Stu on the other hand has always been flirtatious with me but toned it down when he got with Tatum. He’s squeezed my ass a couple of times and I always pretended like I didn’t feel it.

“Enough talk about this, it’s grossing me out!” Sid said as she had a disgusting look on her face and was rubbing her arm. Now was my moment to ask Tatum if she wanted to come over tonight. “Tatum, me and Sid are having horror movie marathon, wanna come?” I happily asked as she responded. “Oh my goodness! Yes! I’ll bring the snacks once I’m done with practice.” She agreed. “Since when did you like horror movies?” Billy asked as he nudged my arm. “I’ve always liked horror movies!” I replied. “What’s your favorite scary movie?” Stu asked as he stole some of Randy’s grapes. “Slashers. I don’t care too much for plots. I love blood baths and gore!” I enthusiastically said. “So gross.” Sid said as she shook her head.

“Why don’t we come over and watch too?” Billy suggested as Randy spoke up. “And be in the same room as the killer?! I think not!” I giggled at Randy’s dramatic expression. “No one was inviting you, cum rag.” Billy said as threw another rock at Randy. “Guys chill out. If y’all keep it up then y’all won’t be invited.” I firmly stated. “Fine!” Billy said as he moved his arms into a surrendering position. … School was finally over and I could now go through with my plan. I planned it a couple of weeks ago but I just didn’t have the right moment to strike..but with the recent murder in town, nows my opportunity. I’m gonna kill Principal Himbry. I chose him because he was an easy target, no one in town is gonna care about a dead high school principal. I waited for at least 30 minutes before the building was cleared out. There was only a handful of teachers, a custodian, and Principal Himbry.

I was in the bathroom and changed into my black cloak and ghost mask. I dumped my bag outside the bathroom window so I can hurry out the building and change back. Before walking out the girls bathroom, I looked both ways and didn’t see anyone so I ran for it. I was now in Principal Himbry’s office and there was no one in there, it was very silent. I held my kitchen knife up in one hand while I touched the trinkets on his desk with my other hand. As I was looking at more stuff in his office, I heard footsteps so I hurried and hid behind one of his cabinets.

He walked into the room and grabbed the exact same mask I had on from his closet. What the fuck? I saw him making scary faces in the mirror with it on and just playing around. And then it hit me, this was the mask that one of the boys from earlier had on in the hallway when he was running around screaming at people. As he was still distracted by himself in the mirror, I ran quickly but quietly across the room to the connecting office and ran back outside. As I was now in the hallway, I knocked on his door and hurried and ran to hide behind the coat rack in the hallway. He opened the door trying to see who was there but once he didn’t get a response he went back into his office.

I then ran back to the connecting office and peaked inside Principal Himbry’s office before going in and saw that he was staring at himself in the mirror again. I hid myself behind his desk waiting for the perfect moment to strike but that’s when I heard a knock on his door. What the fuck? He opened it and that’s when someone came through the door and started stabbing him over and over with a kitchen knife.

I stood up from behind the desk to make my presence known. After the person got done stabbing Principal Himbry, they looked up at me with their head turned. I couldn’t see their face due to the ghost mask covering it…the same mask and cloak I had on right now. “Who are you?” I said with the voice modifier covering my true voice. “Who the hell are you?” The person asked back with the same voice my modifier had.

“I asked first! And you took my kill!” I argued as the mask voice chuckled. “It’s not funny!” I stated before the masked person came face to face with me. Before I knew it, they were gripping my throat as tightly as possible. “You have five seconds to tell me who you are or God so help me I will slit your throat!” The person sternly said. My body trembled with fear, I’m supposed to be putting this fear into others, not the other way around.

I took my mask off my face, revealing who I truly was. The man tilted his head before saying my name. “Y/N?” He said, almost as if it was a question. “You next.” I choked out due to his hand still being wrapped around my throat. He took his mask off revealing to himself and I gasped with wide eyes. “Billy?!” I said with shock. And that’s when it hit me, he’s the one that killed Casey Becker. “You killed Casey Becker?” I questioned. I already knew the answer but I just wanted confirmation.

“I had a little help.” He smirked. “Who are you gonna kill next?” I hesitantly asked. “Ya know..I always thought you were hot but, this whole psycho murder act you got going on makes you even more hotter.” He teased as he moved some of my hair out of my face. “You can’t say that Billy..” I whispered. “Yeah? And why not?” He said as his lips hovered over mines. I wanted to kiss him so bad but he’s dating my best friend. I can’t betray her like that.

“Because you’re dating Sidney.” I lowly said as a tear fell down my cheek. He scoffed before replying to me. “You think I give a fuck about her?” He started off as my eyes grew with confusion. “You’re the one I wanted Y/N! Ever since 8th grade I’ve had a crush on you, I only got with Sid to get closer to you, can’t you see that?” He finished. His eyes were filled with sadness and desperation..I felt bad for him.

And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have feelings for him, truth is I wanted him too. I told Sid I had a crush on him but she still pursued him anyways, it broke my heart in a way and I tried to move on but it still hurts every time I see Billy and Sidney together. “Look me in my eyes and tell me you don’t want this.” Billy begged as he grabbed my hands. I looked everywhere but his face and didn’t speak.

“We can be together, Y/N. Forget about Sidney. I’ve never liked her anyways.” I sternly said. I sighed to myself before bringing him into a passionate kiss. My hands were tangled in his hair and his hands had a tight grip on my waist. When I moaned into the kiss I felt his tongue slip through my mouth and I was loving every bit of it. Billy then lifted me up as my legs were now wrapped around his waist.

“You don’t how many times I’ve dreamed of this.” He groaned as he took the cloak off of me and same with him. Just before we were about to kiss again we heard someone clearing their throat which immediately made us jump. “So this is why it was taking you so long?” Stu asked as he walked into the room. The fuck? “What is he doing here?” I asked Billy. “Remember when I said I had a little help? It’s him.” He answered.

I would’ve never thought for Stu to be a killer. He’s so sweet and silly, how could he be a murderer? But never mind that thought right now. I’m horny as fuck right now and two dicks are better than one. “What’re you still standing over there for, cmon?” I said to Stu as I waved him over. His eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store. Billy looked confused but a hint of amusement on his face.

Stu closed and locked the door and started taking his shirt off as he walked over to us. I was back on the ground now and walked over to Stu bringing him in a kiss. Due to how tall he is, I had to stand on my toes and he had to lean down a bit just to kiss me. I felt his hands slip in between my legs which made me moan into the kiss. I could feel my panties start to dampen and my whole body feel hot. I broke away from the kiss before motioning for Billy to come here. “One in the front, one in that back.” I said with a smirk on my face. Stu giggled before getting out of his pants as I shook my head at him. Billy came up from behind me and started to take my pants off for me. When he took my jeans off, he started rubbing my pussy through my panties and the pleasure felt so good. I had to stop for a second and grab on to his arm.

“I can already feel how wet you are in these panties, pussys soaking for me, ain’t it?” He lowly said in my ear. I moan fell from my mouth as Stu came over to us and spoke up. “Just lookin at her like this is making me hard, fuck!” Stu grunted. Billy’s pace sped up and my knees began to buckle. “You doing so good, baby.” Billy whispered in my ear as I whined in response.

His fingers were moving side to side on clit and just before my orgasm could wash over me, Billy removed his hand from in between my legs. “Why’d you stop?!” I asked. “Cuz I wanna feel you now. Get on your knees.” Billy demanded and I did as so. Billy got behind me and pulled my panties down as Stu stood in front of me and pulled his boxers down.

Billy’s hands were feeling up all over my body as I started to jerk Stu’s dick. His head flew back when I touched his slit and began to spread his precum on the rest of his dick. “Stop teasing would ya?” Stu grunted. I’ve never seen him so desperate before like this. I shoved his cock in my mouth with no warning and he let out a whine. It turned me on even more. There’s just something so sexy about a man whining, especially when you’re the reason.

As I was bobbing my head up and down on his cock, I felt Billy teasing my folds from behind with his cock which made hum on Stu. I could tell the vibrations did something to him because he grabbed the back of my head, shoving his cock deeper in my mouth. I then felt Billy bottom out inside me with a loud groan. “So fucking tight!” He said to himself.

Billy was sliding in and out of me with ease, his dick was hitting all the right spots inside of me. I took Stu out my mouth and started sucking on his balls. “OH FUCK!” he shouted as I giggled. I sucked on them while making eye contact with him. His eyes were dilated and he even shed a few tears. “You suck me so good.” He whined with his eyes closed.

“You should feel her from back here, tightest pussy I’ve ever fucked!” Billy said with a smirk. I squeezed him in response as he sucked in some air. “Shit! Don’t do that!” He before giving a slap to my ass. I moan slipped out my mouth from the slap. I arched my back a bit more and that’s when I felt Billy twitch inside me. “So pretty.” Billy said as he reached down to touch some of the liquids that were falling out of me.

I placed Stu back in my mouth and before I knew he was shouting “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” He pulled himself out of my mouth and shot his seed all over my face. Leaving it on my cheeks and eyelashes. He whined when he came and it was so hot, I wish I could see him do it one more time for me. He was trying to pump the rest of his seed out on my face and a little more did trickle out of his cock. I then felt Billy cover my mouth with one hand and start to fuck me faster. “You think I’m letting you get away after this? you’re mines now. This pussy is mines.” He sternly said in my ear and that’s when the coil in my stomach snapped.

I came all over but he hurried and pulled out. Billy came on my ass then spreading it around on my lower back and tits. “Who would’ve thought we’d be fucking our friend in a school office?” Stu laughed as I rolled my eyes. My body was so tired that it practically gave out. I was now laying my back on the rug. Stu then came over and started licking his cum off my face with his long tongue. Now I’m wet again. I closed my eyes while he was licking me and he caught me off guard when he brought me into a kiss.

My nails dug in his back while we were kissing and the office was filled with our moans. But then we were rudely interrupted when Billy kicked Stu in his side which made him let out a wince. “Seriously?” Stu said with his hands raised in confusion. “Stop being horny for one second, would ya?” Billy stated as Stu rolled his eyes. I sat up now looking between the both of them.

“We can’t go for round two?” I pouted. “Yeah, cmon on man, I didn’t even get to be inside her yet.” Stu complained as his hand gripped my inner thigh. “You two fuck rags can have your round two but I need to ask her a question.” Billy said, referring to me. I nodded my head for him to go on. “Why’d you try to kill him?” He asked, pointing to the dead body across the room. “Cuz he’s an easy target.” I shrugged.

“You think we should have her on our next kill?” Billy asked Stu. “I think she’d be a great addition.” Stu responded as I smiled. “Who’s are next victim?” I questioned. They both paused and looked at me with a sinister look.

Billy finally spoke up.

“Sidney.”

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