#hopefully I can get lil sis to play with me again

[loserbigsis]

Feeling the cyclical lure of returning to my main mmo under siren song of shiny New Content™

[azulcrescent]

Hiya, thanks so much for making I Want To Be An Anime Girl! I've been binge reading it tonight (sleep whomst? 😅) and had to pause after reading Ch271+272 to send this in, that scene really hit me hard. Kinda wild coincidence, I have a younger + older sister and used to get dressed up in pink and have long hair when I was little, used to play toys a lot with my big sister too.

I had a good long cry after reading that part, lots to unpack there. I'm slowly coming out to my family, my friends and lil sis are supportive thankfully and I'm hoping maybe big sis and eventually parents can be too 🤞 These sorts of stories give me hope, y'know?

I'm also finding it really interesting to think about the journey of someone coming out in their teen/school years like Cheryl, big respect to peeps who navigate that! For me transitioning mid to late 20s feels like a different experience in a few ways.

Anyways thanks again and wishing you the very best for your adventures from down under in Australia!✌️🏳️‍⚧️

I'd better get back to reading! 😊

Thank youu! I'm glad you like the comic! I'm glad your friends and lil sister are supportive! hopefully it goes well with the rest too! One of my goals with the comic was to show trans joy, and I hope that I've been successful in that regard! Thanks for sending me this msg! ^^

[virgoilluminati]

WORLD CLASS

Chapter 6

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A/N: Hey guys, long time no see. Happy 2024! I hope everything is going the way you wanted this year to go so far. Apologies for being M I A. Cannot promise that it won't happen again, but I'm trying honestly. Here is the next part of the world class fanfic - currently posting archived posts so hopefully my posts will be a bit more frequent. Anywayysss enjoy :)

ps: i know that one of the photos y/n is wearing an orlando kit, please just imagine this as if its the england kit (i tried looking at couldn't find a single photo.)

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As the trio—Y/N, Russo, and Toone—receive a summons to meet with Serena Weigman, the tension rises once again.

Seated side by side in Serena’s office, the trio exchanges anxious glances, awaiting Serena’s decision. Before the manager can delve into the details, a sudden commotion outside the office draws her attention.

In Serena’s absence, Russo and Toone begin to whisper to each other, casting furtive glances in your direction. The mystery surrounding their hushed conversation only fuels your confusion.

Finally, unable to contain your curiosity, you ask, “What’s going on, guys? Why the secret conversation?”

Toone hesitates, exchanging a glance with Russo before breaking into a grin. "Okay, here's the deal," she begins, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "If either of us gets the chance to replace James, we've decided we'll give it up for you."

Your eyes widen in disbelief. "What? Why would you do that?"

Russo chimes in, "Because, Y/N, we genuinely believe you deserve this opportunity more than anyone. You've been giving your all on and off the pitch. It's your time to shine."

You, humbled and slightly overwhelmed, stammer, "But... I don't understand. Why me?"

Toone smiles, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "Because we're a team, and we know you'll make the most of this chance. We believe in you."

Russo nods in agreement. "You've got the heart, the spirit, and the skill. This is your moment, Y/N."

As Serena returns to her office, the trio—You, Russo, and Toone—shifts their attention back to the manager. Serena, her expression serious yet compassionate, begins laying out the scenario.

"Alright, girls, here's the situation," Serena starts, her eyes moving from one player to the next. "As you know, James is out due to the red card. It's a crucial match, and decisions have to be made."

Your stomach churns with a mix of nerves and anticipation. You exchange glances with Russo and Toone, both of whom share a silent understanding.

"We've got options, and I need your input," Serena continues. "Toone, Russo, both of you have been in excellent form. But here's the catch—we can only pick one."

Serena pauses, letting the weight of her words settle. Outside the office, the buzz of activity hints at the significance of the moment.

"Toone," Serena turns to the forward, "you've been a force up front. Your agility and goal-scoring prowess are invaluable."

Toone nods, her eyes reflecting the gravity of the decision at hand.

"Russo," Serena shifts her focus, "your ability to create opportunities and your strategic play have been crucial for us."

Russo acknowledges Serena with a determined nod.

"And then, there's you, Y/N," Serena says, turning to you with a hint of a smile. "A versatile player, a team player, someone who's demonstrated resilience both on and off the field."

You feel a mixture of pride and nervousness as Serena acknowledges your contribution.

"Before we make a decision," Serena continues, "I need your honest thoughts. Speak up. What are your strengths, and how do you think you can contribute to this crucial match?"

Toone and Russo take turns expressing their confidence in their abilities, emphasizing how they could make a difference on the pitch. You, though still battling the lingering nausea, speak about your adaptability, teamwork, and the determination to give your best, regardless of the position.

Serena listens attentively, weighing your words. Just as the discussion reaches a pivotal point, another commotion from outside interrupts the conversation. Serena excuses herself briefly, promising to return to finalize the decision.

In Serena's absence, Toone and Russo exchange glances, and you can't help but feel the intensity of the moment. The unspoken camaraderie among the three players resonates in the room.

Finally, Serena returns, her expression resolute."The decision is made," Serena declares. "Toone, Russo, thank you for your commitment. But today, Y/N, you're stepping into James' position. We believe in your ability to make a difference on the field."

A mix of surprise and gratitude washes over you. Toone and Russo, true to their whispered agreement, nod in support. The trio, now united in a shared mission, leaves Serena's office, ready to face the challenges that await them on the pitch.

jude's story.

In the early morning light, the Madrid football stadium stands quiet as your voice echoes, phone pressed against your ear. On the other side of the world, you pace the field in Australia, cleats clicking, engaged in your conversation with Jude.

"I did it jude, I'm on the lineup!"

"Ahhh! Congratulations my love, I am so proud!"

"I'm shitting myself though. What if I mess up?"

"Y/N, you won't." Jude's frown is evident through the screen.

"But what if-" Jude interupts you, knowing her common weakness of self doubt.

Jude: "You know, Y/N, I've been thinking. I really want to get a dog."

You chuckle, adjusting your kit, "A dog, Jude? Seriously? That's your way of making me feel better?"

Jude, excitement in his voice, "Well, yeah! Imagine having a loyal companion to share the victories and defeats with. Plus, I could use some unconditional love."

Your tone shifting, you sigh, "I love the idea, Jude, but you know our situation. We have a tiny apartment in London, and with our careers, we aren't home much. A dog might not fit in."

Jude, thoughtful, responds, "You've got a point. But think about it, Y/N - a dog could bring so much joy into our lives. We could make it work."

You chuckle, "I can just see us trying to fit a dog bed next to all our football gear. It's a charming image, but practicality might get in the way."

Jude: "Practicality? Since when did footballers worry about that? We'll figure it out. Maybe hire a dog walker or recruit teammates for puppy play dates."

You smile at the mental image, saying, "You're optimistic, Jude. I love it. Let's make a deal: if we ever get a dog, it has to be an arsenal fan. No exceptions."

"how about England fan, as a compromise?"

"Deal!"

Jude laughs "Now, speaking of dogs, while you're preparing for your World Cup match, I'll start researching local shelters here in Madrid. We might find the perfect furry friend."

You grin, "In Madrid? That's ambitious, but I like it. Just make sure it's a dog that can keep up with both our busy schedules."

The conversation takes an unexpected turn as Jude hesitates, "You know, Y/N, we've been talking about this dog and our hectic schedules. What if... What if you moved in with me in Madrid? We could find an apartment here, and maybe that way, we can make having a dog work."

You, on the other end of the line, feel a mix of surprise and panic. "Move to Madrid? I mean, it sounds tempting, but that's a huge step, Jude. My club is in Arsenal, my family's in London. It's not just about football; it's about my whole life."

Jude, realizing the impact of his suggestion, softens his tone, "I didn't mean to upset you, Y/N. I just want us to find a way to make it work, you know? The dog, being together more, all of it."

You, taking a deep breath, reply, your voice wavering, "I appreciate that, Jude, I really do. But moving to another country, leaving everything I know behind, it's a huge step."

And with that, the conversation ends on a somber note, leaving you to gather your thoughts and prepare for your match, while Jude grapples with the realization that his suggestion has brought unexpected tension into your relationship.

Feeling the weight of the conversation, you take a deep breath and reply, your voice strained, “Jude, this is a lot to process. I’ve got a match to get ready for, and we both need time to think. Let’s talk about this later, okay?”

As you navigate the tumult of emotions, Jude, sensing your struggle, starts to respond, “Y/N, I didn’t mean to make this–”

Before he can finish, you interrupt, “Jude, I’ve got to go. Lucy’s coming into my room, and I need to focus. We’ll talk later, okay?”

Jude, left with his thoughts and the unresolved conversation, reluctantly agrees, “Yeah, sure. Take care, Y/N.”

The line goes silent, leaving Jude to grapple with the weight of the discussion. On the other side of the world, you face the challenge of compartmentalizing your emotions and preparing for the match ahead. The distance, both physical and emotional, lingers as you each retreat to your respective worlds, carrying the burden of a conversation that has taken an unexpected turn.

As you sit there, attempting to process the unexpected turn in your conversation with Jude, Lucy walks into your room, concern etched on her face.

Lucy: “Y/N, everything okay? You seem a bit off.”

You, forcing a small smile, reply, “Yeah, just… unexpected news from Jude. We were talking about getting a dog, and then he suggested I move to Madrid. It’s a lot to take in.”

Lucy, sensing the weight in your words, sits down beside you, “Move to Madrid? That’s a huge step. What are you thinking?”

You, staring into the distance, admit, “I don’t even know, Lucy. Arsenal is my home, my family is here, and I can’t just uproot everything. It’s overwhelming.”

Lucy, offering a supportive hand, says, “Take your time, Y/N. You don’t need to make any decisions right now. And if you ever need to talk about it, I’m here.”

As you sit in contemplative silence, Lucy gently reveals, “You know, Y/N, I was actually considering mentioning you to FC Barcelona. But I held back because I knew how close you are with Leah at Arsenal. However, things have changed now.”

You, looking at Lucy with surprise, ask, “You were going to mention me to Barcelona?”

Lucy nods, “Yeah, your talent deserves recognition, and Barcelona is always looking for top-tier players. I didn’t want to complicate things, but now that Jude has brought up this move, maybe it’s worth exploring. You could commute from Madrid and play with me and keira. No pressure, though. Just a thought.”

You, processing the unexpected turn of events, say, “That’s a lot to consider, Lucy. I appreciate your honesty and support. Let me think about it.”

Before Lucy leaves, you ask her quietly, “Please, Lucy, don’t tell anyone about this. Not yet.”

Lucy, with a reassuring smile, responds, “Never. Your decisions are yours to share when you’re ready. I’ve got your back, Y/N.”

And with that promise hanging in the air, Lucy leaves the room, leaving you to contemplate the potential paths ahead, the weight of the conversation still heavy on your shoulders.

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englandfans06 it's coming home 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

In the bustling waiting area, players clutch their mascots, standing alongside their Australian opponents. You, battling persistent nausea, can't pinpoint the cause. A quick, vivid flashback engulfs you - you remember feeling queasy and unsettled just after your meeting with Sarina..

You take a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. The vivid image of the office, the faint scent of paperwork, and the subtle anxiety that lingers in the air become etched in your memory. You shake off the unsettling thoughts, determined to focus on the task at hand - the World Cup semi-final.

Returning to the sidelines, your eyes catch the glimpse of your little mascot - a charming girl with braided hair named Tilly. You greet her with a warm smile. "Hello there, what's your name?"

The little girl beams back, "I'm Tilly!"

Kneeling down to Tilly's level, you create an instant connection. "Hi, Tilly! Who's your favorite football team?" you ask, genuinely curious.

Tilly hesitates for a moment, then responds, "Arsenal."

"No way! Who's your favorite player? Is it Leah, 'cause she's brilliant-"

She shakes her head.

"Meado?"

She shakes her head.

"Then who?" You giggle. Tilly hesitates for a minute before pointing at you.

Taken aback, you chuckle. "Me? Really? That's so special, Tilly. Thank you!"

You compliment Tilly on her adorable braids, expressing genuine admiration. Standing up again, you take Tilly's hand, leading her toward the pitch. The exchange transforms the waiting area into a moment of connection and inspiration.

As you step onto the pitch, the roar of the crowd intensifies. You, still feeling nausea, twirl Tilly around, creating a moment of joy. Your laughter echoes, a delightful contrast to the tense energy of the impending match. Your teammates, witnessing the scene, join in the merriment.

The referee's whistle signals the start of the match. You, still holding Tilly's hand, guide her toward the center circle for pre-game rituals. Tilly, wide-eyed, takes in the enormity of the stadium.

During the national anthems, you stand with Tilly, singing along proudly. The little girl, mimicking the anthem, adds charm to the solemn moment. You exchange a knowing glance with Tilly, a silent acknowledgment of the shared experience.

As the anthems conclude, you crouch down to Tilly's level. "You ready to watch an amazing game, Tilly?"

Tilly nods enthusiastically. "Yes! And you're gonna score, right?"

Y/N grinned. "I'll give it my best shot. And I have you cheering me on, so that's like having a secret superpower."

With a final exchange of smiles, you part ways momentarily as the match begins. Fueled by Tilly's infectious enthusiasm, you dive into the game with renewed vigor. Throughout the match, you steal glances toward the stands, where Tilly waves her miniature flag, cheering wholeheartedly. The documentary crew, capturing every emotion, immortalizes this heartwarming chapter of the World Cup journey.

Lucy Bronze and Leah Williamson gather the team for a powerful pep talk. Lucy's embrace envelops each player, setting the tone for unity and determination.

"Ladies, today is special," Lucy declares, her voice ringing with authority. "We're welcoming you onto this grand stage for your debut. We've seen your dedication, and now it's time to show the world just how brilliant you are."

Leah steps forward, her words infusing the air with a mix of authority and camaraderie. "Today, we beat the Australians not just for a place in the finals but for the pride of wearing this jersey and for the legacy we're building together."

The team absorbs the intensity of the moment, a shared resolve forming as they prepare to face the formidable Australian opponents.

"The Australians are tough, relentless," Leah warns. "This won't be easy, but we've faced challenges before, and we've conquered them. Today, we fight for each other, and we fight to win."

As they disperse to their positions on the field, Lucy and Leah's words linger, becoming a driving force for a team ready to turn challenges into triumphs. The pitch awaits, and with your debut adding an extra layer of significance, the England Women's National Team stands united, ready to leave their mark on the journey to the finals.

During half-time, you, overwhelmed by emotions stemming from the recent decision to consider moving from Arsenal to FC Barcelona, run out, seeking solace. Unbeknownst to you, Lucy, who knows the source of your distress, observes your hurried exit and decides to follow.

As you find yourself in the bathroom, tears streaming down your face, Lucy enters, concerned. "Y/N, what's happening? You seem upset."

Surprised by Lucy's presence, you try to brush it off. "It's nothing, Lucy. Just need a moment."

Lucy, aware of the underlying issue, insists, "Y/N, I know there's more to it. You don't have to face it alone."

Meanwhile, Leah, approaches the bathroom to check on you. Lucy intercepts her, blocking the entrance. "Leave her be, Leah. She needs space."

Leah, puzzled and concerned, insists, "Lucy, Y/N is my best friend. I can't just leave her alone when she's upset. What's going on?"

Lucy, torn between loyalty to you and the desire to protect your privacy, hesitates. "This is not something for everyone to know. Y/N needs time."

Leah, feeling the tension escalate, demands, "Lucy, I need to know. What's bothering Y/N? She doesn't keep secrets from me."

Lucy, frustrated and grappling with the conflicting responsibilities, finally blurts out, "She was considering a move to FC Barcelona. But nothing's confirmed—"

Leah, stunned by the revelation, looks at Lucy with disbelief. The confrontation shifts from concern for you to a heated exchange between Lucy and Leah, each grappling with their roles in your life and the challenges of balancing personal matters with the demands of the game.

Leah's eyes harden with frustration and confusion. "Wait—What?!!"

Lucy, defensive yet determined, replies, "Because she's trying to protect you, Leah. She knows how much you care. And you would also convince her not to go."

Leah, not satisfied with the explanation, shoots back, "Y/N and I share everything. What gives you the right to decide otherwise?"

Lucy, now equally frustrated, retorts, "I'm trying to do what's best for her, Leah. Sometimes that means making tough decisions."

Leah, her emotions bubbling over, exclaims, "Best for her? You don't get to decide what's best for Y/N without considering how it affects the people who actually care about her!"

Sarina, hearing the heated exchange between Lucy and Leah, steps into the bathroom, her presence commanding attention. "Enough of this," she declares.

The confrontation between Lucy and Leah intensifies, and you find yourself caught in the crossfire of conflicting emotions. Finally, you can't take it anymore. "Enough! Both of you, just stop!" The weight of your emotions spills over as you storm out of the bathroom, leaving Lucy and Leah in stunned silence.

Lucy and Leah exchange a tense glance but follow Sarina back into the main room, where the team is gathered. Sarina swiftly transitions into discussing the plans for the second half of the match, redirecting the focus to the task at hand. "As I was saying," Sarina begins, her tone authoritative, "we need to tighten our defense, capitalize on their weaknesses, and keep the pressure on. You, Y/N, are key in this; I want you to exploit the gaps in their formation."

Determined to contribute despite the emotional turmoil, you nod in agreement. The rest of the team, sensing the underlying tension, focuses on Sarina's strategic instructions, trying to maintain the morale built throughout the tournament.

The second half begins with renewed intensity. The team, despite the recent upheaval, channels their energy into the game. You, amidst the emotional turmoil, push yourself to deliver on the pitch. Lucy and Leah, recognizing the need to set aside personal differences, demonstrate a united front in their positions.

The opposing team notices a shift in the England Women's National Team's dynamics but can't exploit it. The players, committed to their roles, continue to execute the game plan, rallying together for a common goal.

As the match progresses, the team's focus becomes more pronounced. The exchange of glances and unspoken tensions are momentarily set aside for the collective pursuit of victory. The pursuit of victory resonates with every skillful play, and the once-challenged morale finds its way back, fueled by the shared determination to advance to the finals.

At the crucial moment, as the ball finds its way to you, Leah's words echo in your mind - a reminder of the strength that comes from leaning on your teammates. Your legs burn with exhaustion, but the goal beckons like an elusive dream slipping through your fingertips. With a burst of determination, you unleash a powerful, swerving kick that sends the ball soaring through the air.

Time seems to slow as the ball arcs towards the goal, every heartbeat resonating with the collective hope of the team and the echoes of the crowd. The goalkeeper, stretching in vain, can only watch as the ball, driven by your unwavering spirit, slams into the back of the net.

A thunderous roar erupts from the stands, the celebration echoing through the stadium. You, momentarily suspended in the bliss of triumph, are engulfed by your teammates, the weight of the match and the underlying tensions momentarily forgotten.

With the scoreboard now reading 2-1 in favor of England, the atmosphere in the stadium crackles with anticipation. The England Women's National Team is on the verge of securing their place in the World Cup finals.

In a strategic move, Russo enters thepitch, replacing Kelly. The team, riding the momentum of your earlier goal, senses the opportunity to solidify their lead. You, eager to contribute further, seize an opportunity near the sideline.

As the clock ticks down, you skillfully maneuver the ball, evading defenders with a series of deft moves. Russo, positioned strategically in the box, makes a decisive run, anticipating your intention. With precision, you deliver a pinpoint cross that arches gracefully into the penalty area.

The stadium holds its collective breath as Russo, timing her approach perfectly, leaps and connects with the ball. A resounding thud echoes through the stadium as Russo's header sends the ball hurtling into the net. The crowd erupts into ecstatic cheers as the scoreboard now proudly displays 3-1, marking a significant advantage for the England team.

You, having orchestrated the play, share a triumphant moment with Russo. The teammates, their connection evident in the precision of that crucial play, are engulfed by the jubilant celebrations of their colleagues. The dramatic turn of events showcases the resilience and teamwork that define the England Women's National Team, solidifying their position in the World Cup finals.

Amidst the celebratory chaos, as you and Russo revel in the glory of the goal that solidified England's lead, Lucy approaches with a compliment. "Y/N, you'd make a great addition to Barcelona," she remarks, a smile on her face.

While you reciprocate the smile, a sudden gut punch of realization strikes you. The prospect of moving to another team, even if just in conversation, reopens the emotional wounds stirred by earlier discussions. Despite the outward composure, your internal struggle intensifies.

Feeling the weight of conflicting emotions, you seek solace in the familiar embrace of Leah, who, overwhelmed with emotion, has tears streaming down her face. The joy of reaching a World Cup final, an elusive dream for Leah until now, has rendered her speechless.

You, sensing Leah's vulnerability, attempt to apologize for the recent bickering, but before you can utter a word, Leah pulls you into a tight hug. In that embrace, the unspoken apologies and the weight of your recent conflicts seem to dissipate. Leah's words ring clear, breaking through the noise of the celebration. "Bickering or not," Leah whispers, her voice choked with emotion, "none of it matters right now. We made it, Y/N. We're in a World Cup final."

The significance of the moment hangs in the air as you hold each other, your shared journey filled with struggles and triumphs culminating in this monumental achievement. The team, once fractured by personal conflicts, finds unity in the pursuit of a common goal. In that embrace, you and Leah celebrate not only the victory on the pitch but also the resilience of your friendship amid the challenges of elite football.

As your and Russo's celebration echoes through the stadium, the commentators seize the moment to emphasize the historical significance of this match for both the women's and men's teams. "Incredible scenes here as Y/N's goal propels the England Women's National Team to a 3-1 lead, securing their spot in the World Cup final. But, folks, let's not overlook the broader impact of this moment. For years, both the men's and women's teams have tirelessly pursued the elusive World Cup, and today, the women have showcased their prowess on the grandest stage."

The echoes of the celebration and the commentators' reflections merge into a symphony of triumph, resonating far beyond the stadium, marking a defining chapter in the history of women's football.

In the midst of the roaring crowd, the commentary captures the essence of your journey. As the England Women's National Team secures a 3-1 lead, the commentators emphasize the historical significance of this moment for both the men's and women's teams.

"Your goal, Y/N, propels the England Women's National Team to a 3-1 lead, securing your spot in the World Cup final. This moment isn't just about a match; it's about breaking barriers, rewriting narratives, and proving that women's football deserves recognition and celebration. Your journey is a testament to the strides made in the pursuit of global glory."

Leah's emotional reaction becomes a powerful symbol for the women's team, transcending the boundaries of just a match. "Leah's emotional reaction speaks volumes. For the women's team, this isn't just about winning a match; it's about paving the way for future generations and showcasing that women's football deserves every bit of recognition."

The unity between you and Leah is highlighted as symbolic in the grander scheme of things. "The unity between you and Leah is symbolic—a reminder that, regardless of gender, football is a sport that unites, inspires, and creates history. As you head to the World Cup final, you're not just competing; you're paving the way for future generations."

In the broader context, the significance of England's journey is acknowledged. "As we savor this moment, let's acknowledge the magnitude of what's happening here. England, with its storied football legacy, is on the verge of etching a new chapter in the annals of the beautiful game."

The shared dream between the men's and women's teams becomes a powerful narrative. "The men's and women's teams stand side by side in pursuit of a shared dream—a World Cup triumph that transcends gender boundaries. This moment isn't just important for England but for football as a whole."

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milliebright - come on girls! ✨✨

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FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS!!!!

Rex and Quetzalcoatl had a pair of twins that they cared for very much. A girl named Maria, and a boy named Eduardo.

The twins were born on the 25th of September, and that date had arrived so it was time to celebrate their birthday!

In the morning, Mari was peacefully asleep.

Mari: *SNOOOOOOORE!*

Quetz, softly: mijaaaaaaa....

Mari: mmm....!

Quetz: mijaaaaaaa.....!

Mari, sleepily: mama..... I wanna..... sneeeeep......!

Quetz: but mija, it's your birthday today....!

Mari: hmmm.....

Quetz: did you hear me, mija?

Mari: *grumble* ok..... *sigh* I'm getting up already.

Mari got up, still very tired.

Mari: Da hell's my glasses?

Quetz handed her her glasses.

Mari: gracias....

Quetz: you should probably hurry, everyone else is already getting ready.

Mari: who the hell is everyone else?

Quetz: just the rest of the family.

Mari: hmmmm.... okay...... was worried I'd have to deal with a party.....

Quetz: don't worry, we know you don't enjoy those. It'll be just the family.

Mari: good....

After some time getting ready, Maria went out into the living room.

Mari, while yawning: ok.... how long will it take to get there again?

Rex: uh... not too long, maybe an hour or so on the serpent.

Ed: still crazy how fast he can be.

Quetz: well of course my familiar would be fast! It'd be a bit disappointing otherwise.

After a bit of time getting ready, the family went outside to see Quetz's pterosaur outside ready to go!

Quetz: ok everyone! Get on!

The family got onto the large flying reptile.

Rex: ok then. Now just a simple invisibility spell so we're not spotted on our way there.

Ed: radar won't work either right?

Rex: right, I've got everything covered, Mijo.

After that, the beast took off!

After some time in the air, their destination was in sight: Mexico City!

Ed: wow!

Mari: such a massive city.

Quetz: ah, it's been too long since we've been here.

Finally the pterosaur landed and they got off to go out into the city!

Rex: man, this place brings back memories!

Ed: so, where to first anyways?

Quetz: it's up to you guys

Mari: breakfast!

Rex: ok yeah, should probably eat first

*stomachs were growling*

The family went to a nice restaurant for their breakfast.

Quetz: mija, those are a lot of pancakes...

Mari: si, and?

Rex: your mother is just a bit concerned for you is all.

Mari: hmmm, sounds unnecessary.

Rex: also Ed, is that enough bacon?

Ed: hmmm.... maybe.

After breakfast, there were still many things that could be done.

First thing, was visiting the old site of Teotihuacan.

Quetz: *sigh* it's been a very long time.....

Mari: looks kinda.... decrepit.

Rex: kinda par for the course with old ruins and shit.

Ed: ....is there a ball court?

Quetz: si, but I doubt we're allowed to play these days.

Ed: awww....

Next stop, was the Aquarium.

Mari: Shork

Ed: Shork

Rex: ya real fascinated by those sharks huh?

Quetz: don't ya wanna see the penguins?

Ed: Penguins?!?!

Rex: also piranhas.

Mari: PIRANHAS?!?!?!

Next was the Zoo

Rex: mi corazon, it's just a random Jaguar. There's no need to cause a scene.

Quetz: I CAN SEE MY STUPID BROTHER TAUNTING ME THROUGH IT'S EYES!!!!

Mari: Mamá, not every Jaguar is Tio Tez.

Ed: we're gonna get kicked out if you don't stop.....

Rex: really hope there aren't any spiders too.

Another fun site, was the museum.

Ed: so..... this is Piedra del Sol?

Quetz: si

Mari: but... so is your noble phantasm?

Quetz: si

Ed: ....how does that work?

Rex: don't ask too many questions about this kinda stuff. You'll get it eventually.

Finally, it was getting a bit late. So it was time to return home.

Mari: we getting the presents now?!?!?

Rex: si, si. You relax will ya?

Ed: you already know she can be a bit greedy.

Quetz: it's better that you try to relax that, Mija.

When they finally got home, a Large assortment of presents were waiting for them.

Mari: Hell yeah!

Ed: hmmmmmm......

Mari: let's see.... which one first....

Mari first grabbed one with.... very unique wrapping, eyes and other odd things decorated the paper.

When she unwrapped it, what was inside was a plush wolf

Mari: AAAWWW!!!

Ed, opening a similar box, got a plush Narwhal.

Ed: oooooh!

And the horn started to glow

Ed: huh

Rex: ....that's a sword

Quetz: it's definitely a sword

Mari: also, my plush smells poisonous.

Rex: well.... that's par for the course for your Tia Quinny.

Next were.... slot machines?

Ed: so we just... pull them?

Quetz: I guess so?

The twins pull the levers of the slot machines.

The machines spun their slots for a time, until finally stopping on 3 symbols that looked like present boxes. Then out of the machines, popped out tickets for both kids.

Mari: oh

Ed: huh

From Mari's popped out VIP tickets to a Music Festival.

Mari: POG

And from Ed's popped out, a soccer season pass.

Ed: oh word?!

And finally, matching tickets for the two, for "5 hours of use of the Mooncell" from BB

Mari: ......

Ed: .......

Quetz: well that sure is.... interesting.

After that, was another box. Wrapped in blue wrapping paper. The two unwrapped it, and inside were two gecko eggs. Along with incubators and everything necessary to raise lizards. With a lil tag saying "from Calamity" (Chalchiuhtlicue)

Mari: LIZARD

Ed: they're cute!

Next were two VERY big gifts wrapped in bone patterned wrapping.

Mari: gimme!

After Mari unwrapped the gift, what she found was a VERY large obsidian Hammer.

Mari: ah hell yeah!

SLAM

Ed: damn.... ok.

For Ed, was a large Obsidian Club.

Ed: oh fuck, ok.

Rex: there a reason Xolotl decided to give such gifts?

Quetz: good question.....

Then a very deep and loud *CROAK* was heard

Ed: FROGE

Then hopping out, was a very VERY large bullfrog. About a foot and a half in length!

Ed: OH HE'S A LARGE LAD!

Mari: damn.

Rex: mija, look behind that tree.

Mari: hmm?

When Mari looked, she saw a Huge car! Modeled after the Batmobile!

(Tho, with bat theming replaced with skulls)

Mari: HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!

After latching onto the car, Mari was very happy.

Mari: finally.......! I can drive!

Quetz: can we trust her with that?

Rex: we'll play it by ear.

And in a small package near the center of the pile. Was a first aid kit, with a note.

"Happy birthday you two, hope you enjoy the car and frog. And don't forget to stay safe with the first aid kit love, Florence, Julius and Eva."

Mari: awwww.....

Ed: so sweeet....

There were many other presents from friends and family alike, more toys, clothes, even laptops too.

Then it was finally time for Rex and Quetz's presents for the kids.

Boom

Mari: the hell?

Then, out of the trees of the nearby jungle, came a large animal. A dinosaur known as Giganotosaurus.

Mari: oh...!

The creature stomped up to the family, until it stopped in front of Mari.

Mari: holy crap.....

Rex: now you have your own divine familiar too, Mija!

Mari: oh shit!

Quetz: si, wasn't sure why you didn't get one the same time as Ed's Pliosaur, but now we got you one!

Mari: finally!

Quetz: and for Mijo, it may not be as big. But since you already got your Pliosaur. We got you this instead.

In Quetz's hands, was what looked to be an electric eel. Tho it glittered with green sparkles, not unlike that of jade.

Ed: whoa, he's an odd lil guy.

Rex: he's very special too. He's not just any electric eel. But a divine construct at that!

Quetz: si, his name is Onotlachin. The storm fish.

Ed: hot damn!

Ed held the lil guy in his hands, and felt the energy within the fish. It also seemed perfectly fine without water.

Ed: he's amazing, gracias!

Mari: si! Gracias for this!

Rex: no problem you two!

Quetz: si, anything for mis hijos!

A/N: and there's the birthday story. Sorry it came out a bit late. Things happened irl. Hopefully everyone likes it! And the festivities can still continue on throughout the weekend and even longer if anyone wants to celebrate with us.

Tags

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[poisonous-widow]

One Step Forward, Three Steps Back

A/n: Hello everyone! I am back!

So ya'll remember my last bnha angst called 'Good Enough?'. Well I've re-made it to this beaut right here! I'm hoping this will be a short Fan fiction probably 10 chaps be the max (Hopefully) or even lower is possible \(0w0)/. They won't be adults in this one, still in UA and yes - the angst will be there. My Oc will be the main of this, but Y/n is apart, yes that's right - you guys are in this (Don't worry! You aren't the bad guy.......maybe).

I've also made this because I fell in love with Olivia Rodrigo's songs, the ones that I can relate to especially. And for this as well. I hope you enjoy this and tell me what you think in the end.

- Love you guys!

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Warnings: Cheating, Angst, Crying, fluffy fluff fluff!! 

Additional info: Music videos/audios may be involved (Not in this one) 

Main Characters: Katsuki Bakugou, Amicia Mizuki

Ages: 17-18yrs (Depending on other characters as well and their year)

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CHAPTER ONE - I still love you

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We shared many memories. Love...

She’s been humming tunes in her dorm for the past thirty minutes. Cooped up in the corner of her bed, messy blankets, plushies and four pair of legs tangled together. Amicia cackles lightly, long thick lashes kiss her cheeks, lifting her novel she was currently reading - grazing her light forest green hues to her spiky blonde love. Katsuki releases a long deep breath, his head snugged into the thick comfy padding of his girlfriends thighs, rubbing his head further into her when he felt her cackles.

"What are you laughing at..." He grumbled out, a little muffled since he's laying on his side. Squishing his other face cheek.

Amicia giggled. It sounded so calm to his ears, soothing.

"Nothing~" Amicia mused, a smile playing at her lips as she moved her book to one hand, bringing the other down to caress his tuffs of hair. She gently scratched at his scalp with her nails, caressing in long strokes. She heard another long breath release out of him, the weight of katsuki falling onto her thighs.

There was a shift of movement and Amicia moved her hand, allowing Katsuki to roll himself on his back, eye-lids opening to those crimson daring eyes. "Don't lie to me shitty woman..". Amicia pouted, poking his nose in response. "Don't call me that".

"But you are a shitty woman" He smirked, seeing small fumes appear.

"You’re a shitty man then!" Amicia crossed her arms, looking down at her love with pouting lips and a frown that he would never admit was too fucking cute. He rolled again, this time on his stomach. Arms latched themselves around Amicia's waist, causing her to get a small shock. Katsuki looked up at her, crimson meeting green - summer rays swirling the gold speckles secretly hidden within the glimmering emerald.

Katsuki buried himself into her abdomen, kissing her stomach making Amicia yelp. "Katsuki..!" She squeaked in alarm, her hand touching his head with a tenderness he drowned himself in every moment they got like this. He looked up only to quickly kiss her again, grumpily groaning when she tried to push him away - only for the heavy male to halfway lay himself across her soft pudgy body. "What are you.." Amicia rubs his head, confused.

'You are my shitty woman, mine only." He groaned muffly. This made Amicia stop what she was going to do next. That small spark of shock - forming into love. "I love you too Katsuki" She smiled and hugged his laying body lovingly.

It's a cool night outside, but the room felt oddly hot. Warm candle-light fluttered against the tan wallpaper of katsuki's dorm room that scattered around the large shared futon splayed on the ground.

...Want...

Katsuki sat on the futon, arms wrapped around Amicia's waist. She was on top of him, her knees locked on either side as she slightly hoisted herself a bit taller. Their eyes closed in the moment and lips mounding into bliss, Amicia held katsuki's face as he securely held her in his arms. Parting away to breathe, eyes locking together in a mixture of colours and emotions only they seemed to understand without the need of words.

She peppered and nuzzled his face with tenderness, He kissed her neck and bare shoulder with fierceness. Sighs and contentment settled into her as katsuki removed more of her button shirt to nip at the flesh of her neck.

“Hey..!” She jerked away, opening her eyes and looking over to her shoulder where she could see the way his tongue slid across his row of teeth with that heavy smirk. Amicia shook her head, a smirk of her own appearing when she tugged the back roots of his ash-blonde hair into a small fist, causing a low grunt hiss to snake out of his mouth. “You little sh-”  “Don’t ruin the mood my love~” She kissed a finger to his mouth - angered eyes - turning hooded and heavy. 

Katsuki rolled to the side, toppling over Amicia where she laid on her back, he on top this time.”I hate you...” , She giggled at his words, sighed when he kissed her neck and further down a of his warmth. “I hate you so much, you do this to me...” He breathed against her warm honey skin. 

“I love you too...” She smiles with closed crescent eyes. 

The moment stops when his phone-screen turns on. A message, unknown. Who is it from. She goes to read....he pushes her away and takes the phone - but she had seen the name. 

“Get out. GET THE HELL OUT NOW!!” He shoves her out. 

...Hate....

A glass jar went flying across the kitchen of their shared apartment...

It smashes. There’s more screaming. Words flying at each other, next thing there is something more than verbal - physical.

It’s cold again. 

Katsuki thrusts an explosion attack towards Amicia. It’s aggressive and filled with tendency to hurt - a lot. She dodges it, barely. She’s scared but she still fights for her ground. She refuses to cry and be weak to him. “YOU LIAR!! YOU FUCKING LIAR!!” She reaches him, punches him square in the nose. “YOU SAID SHE WAS JUST A FRIEND!”  She wailed, her throat hurts. her head is throbbing. 

“I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! DOES IT MEAN NOTHING TO YOU!?” Amicia clenched where her heart was buried underneath all that flesh, muscle and bone. Tears flooding down like two large blobs of streams.

“I HATE YOU!! I FUCKING HATE YOU AMICIA MIZUKI!!” 

Blood and water stains the floor-boards. 

“If you hate me that much...Then we are over” 

 ...Betrayal...

She’s cold again. 

She felt exposed - naked - even.

Mina hugged her side, the warmth radiating off her pink skin made the honey toned woman comfortable - just a bit - she smiled appreciatively. She was the first to know and your sister Y/n. The other girls who cared enough to visit her dorm in the time of need she really needed them. Then came the boys: Kaminari,sero and deku squad knew first. Then kirishima, he was last because Amicia knew that kirishima was Ka-Bakugou’s best-friend. He hugged her, she cried. 

It’s only been a few days since the break-up. She left their shared apartment and lived with her best-friend. However, the news spread like wild-fire throughout UA - nosy bunches they all are. Amicia hugged her arms as she walked through the long hallways, eyes staring and mouths whispering. 

For the next few days, they all tried to cheer her up:

“Let’s do this, get your mind off things!” 

“You’ll feel better without him, promise” 

“Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaa! Leeeet’s gooo steeal Mr. Aizawaa’s Beean-Baaag~!”

“Cm’on gurl! Sing for me, i miss that voice of yours” 

“Mizuki-chan...mutter mutter...and then...mutter mutter” 

It was hard. At first. But she managed to smile at least, her heart feeling lighter little by little each day. Amicia could run and chase her friends again. Laugh, cry, cheer, scream. But everyone now and then, she would look over her shoulder to spot any ash-blonde spikes in the distance - none - heart throbbing. She still misses him, the break of a heart still cracking in her chest.

...And the most painful...

Two weeks passed and Amicia feels a little more ‘normal’. Her head is held high, a smile on her face and her walk strides in a soft rhythm. She softens to a stop, green jewels wide as she stares ahead. 

Spiky ash-blonde hair in the distance, baggy clothing and that oh-so-knowing posture spewing ‘dominance’. Crimson eyes, a cold and bored gaze.

Her heart thumps in her chest, her feels for him pulsing at the sight of him. They stare at each other for a long moment. Colours mixing again - like before. She snaps out of when she sees a bob of brown hair, pink chubby cheeks and beautiful big chocolate brown eyes comes closer. 

Katsuki Bakugou.

Uraraka Ochako, Bakugou’s new girlfriend. 

She stops just a few steps behind him, waiting for him to go to her. Bakugou still has his eyes on Amicia. There is a look in her eyes that bakugou can’t seem to read. Same to Amicia. She goes to open her mouth to speak but she purses them and closes her eyelids shut. Sucking in a shaky breath, Amicia straightens her back and lifts her chin, fingers splayed across her heart. She opens her eyes again. 

She smiles, lovingly, softly. It scares Bakugou - just a little - only a little. She mouths something. He turns and leaves with his new girl, through the doors of UA and out of sight. She watched them go - him - go. Her hand drops to her side. Her lip is quivering. She purses it when she hears Y/n call her from behind. 

“Hey! You good lil’ sis?” They look at you, leaning beside you. 

Amicia turns her head, glistening emerald eyes sparkling with sun rays. 

“Yes. Let’s get to class before Mr. Aizawa gives us a detention” 

...Acceptance...

" I still love you "

- Amicia Mizuki

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Thank you for reading!

[frogtanii]

falling for you ✨

request: @lil-mellow-bunbun

pairs: tanaka x reader

warnings: slight slight angst??, fluff, maybe a lil ooc

an: bruh this took SO LONG, also i am so so sorry if this is bad ily i hope this is fine 🙈

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tanaka is easily enamored. that isn’t to say that he doesn’t have taste because we all know that just isn’t the case, (i mean, have you seen kiyoko?) but he often finds himself longing after a beautiful girl that he spots for just a moment, maybe leaving the train or shopping in the grocery store.

he knows these infatuations are temporary. he’s used to the pang in his chest when it sinks in that he’ll never see those girls again and the pain grows even worse when he realizes he probably wouldn’t even get a second glance if he’d actually approached them.

so tanaka hides. he watches from afar, waiting for the oh so familiar anguish to attack his heart once he sees the next woman run headfirst into the arms of another. he hides behind his loud and brash personality because he knows if he lets down his walls, he’ll just be hurt again.

it isn’t all bad, he reasons with himself. he has nishinoya and the volleyball team and the lovely kiyoko that he’s sure will return his affections one day, if he just tries hard enough. he has the thrill of the sport he loves, people he cares about and who care about him. i’m okay, he tells himself again and again, when he finds himself falling for women who will never even know his name.

the cycle is all so normal for him that when he spots you at the tokyo training camp, laughing with kuroo and somehow getting kenma to smile, he’s expecting it. what he’s not expecting, however, is the sheer intensity of his emotions towards you.

the first time you approach him, he nearly chokes on his tongue. you were helping the other managers clean up the gym after a grueling practice match between nekoma and karasuno when you notice a stray water bottle near the corner. you jog towards it, recognizing that all of your team had theirs which meant that it must be a crow’s. picking it up, you scan the gym, searching for someone who wasn’t drinking anything. that’s when you spot him.

you don’t consider yourself someone to get easily flustered so when you lock eyes with the the tall, muscular teen and heat fills your cheeks, you’re almost astonished at yourself. get it together!! you mumble as you head over to the group of boys seated across the gym from you. they shouldn’t be this intimidating, you think as your sneakers squeak to a stop just a foot away from tanaka.

“hi! i found this bottle in the corner and i noticed you didn’t have one. is it by any chance yours?” you give tanaka a warm smile and he swears that you’re an angel right from heaven. when he opens his mouth to respond with a suave and sexy quip, nothing comes out but a mouthful of gargling noises. his lips clamp shut as a blush overtakes his entire face and you can’t help but giggle at his adorable demeanor. you place the bottle by his foot and pat his shoulder as you stand. “take a drink! maybe it’ll help.” when you wink at him, he immediately feels his soul leave his body. as you walk away, yamamoto appears beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and laughing loudly. tanaka finds it in himself to feel disappointed through the haze of embarrassment, when his ears pick up something very interesting.

“- little sis!” the rest was muffled by the rushing of blood in his head but that piece of information brightened his whole day. he still had a chance with you! or so he hoped but he wouldn’t give up! he would get you to talk to him again (and hopefully he’d respond back this time).

he took his second chance at dinner. you, of course, sat at the nekoma table in between your brother and kenma, occasionally giving him some gaming advice or making a well placed joke in the conversation going on before you. after a while, your thoughts began to drift as your eyes wandered the cafeteria. they flitted from person to person until they landed on him. you couldn’t help your immediate reaction which was to gasp and cover your cheeks which were swiftly heating up. you were only human and he was a fine specimen.

once you gather up the courage, you glance back at him, only to pause when you see him staring right back at you. a blush was fast to overtake his cheeks as he gave you a sheepish smile and a little wave. you grin back and waggle your fingers, just to embarrass him a little further. this definitely doesn’t go unnoticed by the rest of his table which immediately bursts into laughter and teasing. when you catch his gaze again, you flash him an apologetic smile before continuing your conversation at your table. his lips curl up as he looks down at the table, basking in your unexplainable light, only to be snapped out of his thoughts when he hears nishinoya make a lewd comment about your chest size. that’s quickly put to an end with a swift chop to the back of his head.

after dinner ends, tanaka is determined to find you, to hold a conversation with you but you’re nowhere to be found. he ends his discussion with noya and bursts out of the dining hall, his shaved head darting from side to side, hoping to catch a glimpse of where you disappeared to. he waits outside that dining hall for at least another five minutes before resigning to the fact that you probably had already gone to bed, giving him no chance to speak with you again.

tanaka decides to head off to bed as well, passing an open gym on his way there. a tinkling laugh drifts out the open doorway and it stops him completely in his tracks. hesitantly, he follows the voice, gently pushing the door open and what he sees punches the air from his lungs.

you look ethereal, covered in a faint sheen of sweat from your activities and laughing with a gorgeous smile on your face. tanaka physically can’t look away from your beauty, your presence before him stunning him to the point of silence. his eyes track your movements as you move back to one side of the net, squatting down with a look of determination written all over your face. a quick look to the other side of the net reveals akaashi and bokuto getting ready to spike for you.

tanaka can’t tear his eyes away from the scene unfolding in front of him. he’s never seen you play but he has seen bokuto’s powerful spikes so he can’t help but worry for you. he doesn’t have much time to worry though because before he knows it, akaashi is setting the ball and bokuto is slamming it down hard on the other side of the net. time seems to move in slow motion as you move and- you receive it. you actually receive bokuto’s spike! tanaka’s heart swells at your cheers of excitement. as you hug your partners, he turns away, happy to see this part of you but mildly upset you didn’t ask him to spike for you. he begins walking back down the sidewalk when he hears steps running towards him.

tanaka turns towards the noise to see you, panting and out of breath right behind him. his throat seizes up again and he feels faint when your hand shoots out to grab his arm, your warm hands burning against his skin. “uhh...” this was one of the few times tanaka felt absolutely speechless under your unintentionally intense gaze.

“oh my gosh, i’m sorry!” you quickly snatch your hand from his arm and give him a sheepish smile. “i just noticed you from the door and i wanted to come say hi! you’re yamamoto’s friend, tanaka, right?” all he can do is nod as you grab his hand and pull him to start walking beside you. “sooo, you’re really good at volleyball! i saw you spiking in the game versus nekoma and it was crazy strong!” his face fills with red as he turned towards you and bowed deeply.

“thank you taketora-san!” you can’t help but giggle and help him stand to his full height once more. “no need, tanaka-kun! though, i wonder why you aren’t as loud with me as you are with your teammates and everyone else..” these words cause tanaka to freeze up. did you know how he felt about you? you continue to speak, unaware of tanaka’s inner thoughts. “i’d really like to hang out with you if you’re okay with that!” tanaka nods aggressively, knowing that now he has his chance to make his move on you (with your consent of course)!

you finally make it to the manager’s rooms, stopping in front of tanaka with a shy smile on your face. “thank you for walking with me tanaka-kun. i appreciate it,” you lean up and place a gentle kiss on his cheek before turning back into the room. tanaka was vibrating with excitement, unaware that he barely spoke a word to you instead racing off to his room to brag to nishinoya about how he got a kiss before him.

finally, it was the day of the barbecue. all the managers were passing out watermelon as the boys took their well-deserved rest on the lawn while awaiting the delicious meat. as you grabbed another tray of fruit from yachi and begun to pass it out, you couldn’t help but notice all the leering eyes on you as you bent down to pick up an empty rind. you know that they’re just “boys being boys” but you were starting to get uncomfortable, the whispers becoming loud enough to reach your ears.

“damn, look at nekoma’s manager. who knew she’d be so cute!” “yeah, i thought karasuno had the cutest managers but i guess we were wrong.” you feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, one of your hands shooting down to pull your shirt over your butt. you were just about to excuse yourself to go hide in the bathroom when a loud booming voice interrupts your escape.

“oi! keep your pervy eyes off of nekoma’s manager!” you swiftly turn at the sound of tanaka’s voice to see him, nishinoya, and yamamoto standing in front of you, blocking the view from the creeps. you can’t help your heart beating out of your chest at the sweet gesture so you place the tray of fruit down and barrel into the boys, wrapping your arms around tanaka’s waist in particular. you can feel him tense up in your arms but you can’t see his fearful glances that he gives to your brother. yamamoto just laughs and claps a large hand on his shoulder.

“you can take her out dude! i totally respect you and i know you’ll take good care of her!” at that, your brother bows deeply followed by tanaka’s own deep bow. you roll your eyes and take tanaka’s hand, pulling him close to you and kissing his cheek before whispering in his ear, “i can’t wait to go on a date with you..” with that, you turn and walk away to join your fellow managers, not surprised to hear nishinoya’s clear yell, “dude!! i want to date a hot manager!!”

tanaka can’t help but grin, finally feeling full.

[cutiepisenpai]

Sinfully Delicious (Spencer Reid x Female OC)

Warnings: mentions of cheating, mentions of unsubs crimes. Angst with a happy ending.

Reid is sitting at his desk going through paperwork when a man walks in holding a large vase of flowers. "Delivery for Dr. Reid he says looking around." "I'm Dr. Reid.", Spencer says, getting up and walking towards the man. "You're Dr. Melinda Reid?" He questions. "Oh, no that's my wife but I can take them to her." The man hands the vase over to Spencer and leaves. "That's so cute having flowers delivered for Mel. But if you wanted to surprise her you should have made sure she was down here when they were delivered." Announces JJ. "They aren't from me." Spencer dejectedly walks to Melinda's desk leaving the vase there. Or at least that was his plan until curiosity got the better of him and he decided to read the card. 

A special gift for the most marvelous woman. I can't wait to see you again, we can talk over wine and discuss all the fun treats I would love to lick, suck and eat for you. 

Reading the card sent Spencer into a rage. He could not believe his wife would cheat on him. He thought she was happy, that they were both happy. He knew their job took a toll on both of them from time to time but overall they were happy. Before he can go into a full spiral he hears Hotch calling everyone to the briefing. Melinda takes her usual seat next to him but when she reaches for him he pulls away. They have a habit of intertwining pinkys while at work for limited PDA. But Spencer is still upset and spends the meeting avoiding eye contact and any conversation with her.(Unsub is taking male and female victims torturing them over 3 days before killing them) Once the meeting is over and everyone is leaving they grab their go bags and head for the plane. Spencer is the first to leave without saying a word. 

Melinda knows something is wrong with Spencer but he isn't giving her a chance to talk with him about it. Once they're all on the plane discussing the case she can tell he is going out of his way to avoid her. Sitting on the opposite side of the plane never responding to what she was saying. It's making the entire plane ride seem much longer than it should. The team doesn't get involved, from past experiences they have learned the best way to deal with the two Dr's lover quarrels is to leave them be. They will work through it on their own hopefully sooner than later. 

The team makes a break in the case when they find the relation between the victims. All the males and female victims who were taken together were having an affair. The team is delivering the profile to the local police. "The unknown subject is a white male in his early 30's." Hotch starts by saying. "We believe he is targeting couples who are cheating on their spouse or significant other." Morgan continues. "We believe he is committing these crimes because a significant other cheating on him in the past." Says Melinda finishing the profile. Hearing Melinda say that so nonchalantly makes Spencer scoff, "Guess you of all people would know." This is just one of the many passive aggressive comments Reid has made towards her in the past couple of days, but it makes her snap. "Okay enough! I don't know what's wrong with you but you won't tell me and I'm not a mind reader so why don't you just come out and say it." "Why bother talking to me, why don't you just talk to the guy you're screwing!" Reid spits back. Before Melinda gets a chance to respond Hotch is dragging both of them by the arm into the conference room. "Are you two serious? We are in the middle of a case and people are dying. We don't have time for this! Now talk you have 10 minutes!" Hotch says before walking out of the room. "Why would you think I'm cheating on you?" "The flowers!" Reid yells. "The flowers that were delivered before we left aren't from me but whoever sent them is obviously more than a friend." Reid's statement just confuses Melinda even more; she didn't even go back to her desk before they left and she had no idea why someone would send her flowers. It might have been one of the team members messing around, they played terrible pranks from time to time but if it was one of them they would have said something by now. "What did the card say?" Reid didn't want to think about the vile words on that card let alone say what someone else would want to do to his wife. Reid is clenching his jaw so tightly he can feel his teeth begin to grind. "The card read, A special gift for the most marvelous woman. He can't wait to see you again, you can talk over wine and discuss all the fun treats he would love to lick, suck and eat for you." Reid finally relents. Melinda is focusing on the words they sound familiar, out of context but she figures out who sent the flowers. But when she opens her mouth to tell him all that comes out is laughter. Her laughter upsets Reid even more, "Seriously Mel this isn't funny." "Oh my jealous little honeybee it is. And you're about to find out why." Instead of saying anything more to Reid she pulls out her phone, finds a contact and presses send. The phone now on speaker begins to ring, Spencer is anxious not wanting to know who this person is. "Hello beautiful", they hear in a familiar voice. It's the voice of Emily Prentiss who is currently working in London. "Thought you'd never call and thank me for the flowers", she laughs. "Yea about that, I didn't know you had sent them but my oh so jealous husband did not like what you had to say, especially since you didn't put who it was from." Melinda says holding back a laugh. "Oh my God, Reid I'm so sorry. You must have been so upset. I didn't think I needed to sign it. If she had read it she would know it's me. But you can't be mad, you're supposed to be grossly happy and making a BAU prodigy.  Actually scratch that if you two have a baby between chasing after baby genius and creepy killers she won't have time to make more delicious treats." They chatted for a few more minutes before hanging up. With the tension and anger finally leaving Spencer's body he pulls Melinda into a bone crushing hug, before Hotch reappears. "Good to know everything is better, now we have a killer to catch."

On the plane ride home everything seems back to normal Spencer and Melinda are sitting side by side holding hands with her head resting on his shoulder. Everyone is tired after this case and ready to get back home. But everyone is also still curious about the now from Emily. "So lil sis, I have to know what Prentiss meant in that card." Morgan asks. His question catches the attention of everyone else curious to know what those innuendos really meant. "Oh, well we were talking on the phone about a week ago and she was saying how she missed all of us and wished she could come visit. So I sent her a care package. I put two bottles of wine and a container of homemade pastries. Everything was wrapped individually so I did a little Alice in Wonderland theme and wrote things like drink me, eat me, taste me and lick me on the labels." Melinda says and she starts to laugh, thinking of Emily opening the package to see that. "I was just having some fun, didn't think she would respond in a way that would require an explanation." Her confession causes everyone to break out in laughter. "I don't know, I have had your baked goods before. It should be a crime they taste so amazing." JJ said. Everyone nods in agreement now asking when she will bring in more treats for me. 

[gukgis]

my pizza delivery story | jjk

imagine you were ordering pizza, and you see a cute delivery boy at your doorstep :))

‣ pairing: jungkook x reader

‣ genre: CRACK, fluff!! | deliveryboy!jungkook au

‣ word count: 1.0k

‣ a/n: i was literally cONTEMPLATING on whether to post this or not bc i just wasn’t proud of it and the idea was there but the execution wasn’t, well for me i think but it’s a good thing it’s not on my main masterlist kekeke idk i hope you like it it’s my first time so hopefully i’ll get better as i continue writing!! and the writing is gonna be different ?? i’m just experimenting with it and it’s not edited so :D

———

as soon as your homemade pizza got out of the oven, your face went D:

LOOK

this was your one attempt at cooking since you’re basically becoming an adult and you need to take care of yourself.

but you lazy and hungry 😔✊✊

you’ve been ordering takeouts all the time and it was time to cut back.

but you suck at cooking hence the horrible homemade pizza.

you gave your pizza to your brother since you care about your lil brother and don’t want him to starve since there’s nothing to eat.

however, you just knew what he’s going to say

“it sucks.” your brother chews obnOXIOUSLY while playing his videos games.

he still eats it nonchalantly, “i don’t understand why you can’t just order pizza?1?1?1? or smth.”

you mumbled, “weLL,,, mom and dad are gone for a bit so i had to make something so you wouldn’t sTARVE to death.”

your brother turned around to look at you, “sis, just order pizza pls 🥺🥺” then your brother reversed uno to his game and uttered, “and close the door on the way out, thanks.”

😐😐😐😐 you rambled quietly to yourself as you closed his door, “i do one nice thing and he just doesn’t apprec-”.

so you ordered pizza and waited until the doorbell rang.

YES IM HUNGRYYYYYYYYYYYYY 😡😡

i’m getting all the good pizza slices, and make him get his oWN PIZZA by no-

your thoughts got interrupted when you opened the door to see a very H O T delivery boy and the looks from his tag on his shirt, his name is jungkook.

love @ first sight

“large pepperoni pizza with buffalo wings?” he asked, lifting his head up.

then you started to get hesitant by the way you dressed. sweatpants, shirts with a bit of spilled water on it, and messy ponytail. just great.

“yes that’s correct.” you tried to make eye contact but his eye contact is tOO STRONG, so you looked away.

jungkook stuttered, “y-y/n right?”

“uh yeaH, that’s my name. how did you know?” you questioned with a surprised look on your face.

“oH no!! i meant that the name that you placed while ordering is the correct order right?” he showed the receipt with your name on it, “i wanted to make su-”

“-oH yeah hAHAHAHAH sorRy yeah it’s y/n.” you smile sheepishly while thinking you idiot HOW ELSE WOULD HE KNOW UR NAME

“that’ll be $22 please.” jungkook says, grinning rEALLY CUTELY.

:o “omg!! i don’t have money with me, hold on!!” you hurriedly went into your room and took the money from your desk that was wAITING FOR YOU TAKE BUT YOU’RE A FORGETFUL PERSON.

then i gave him the money and quickly grabbed the food, “have a nice d-” and sLAMMMED THE DOOR.

oh no

he was going to say something nice :((((((((((((( you mean you knew what he was going to say but you SLAMMED THE DOOR AT HIS FACE 😤

hate life 👊👊👊👊

you leaned back at the door, still holding the pizza until your brother yanked it, “thanks for the pizza sis.”

———

oKaY

until now you have been spending some time and spending a few $$$$$ at the specific pizza place where jungkook is at.

you’ve actually cleaned up for yourself a bit so that way he doesn’t think you’re a slob and/or a weirdo :)

you feel like you guys have been getting along??? you mean you guys are now calling each other by your guy’s first name,, and he’s the one that’s been delivering your orders!!1!!

......or was that a coincidence?

wELLL you need to take that chance and ask for his number!!

but i don’t want to 🥺👉👈 but i nEED TOOOOO you’ve been putting it off way too long. yOU CANT THINK OF THE WHAT IFS,, JUST GOOOOO, do ITTT

“that’ll be $22 like the usual y/n.” he grinned politely. “unless you forgot the money like the past few times?” jungkook teases.

you chuckled nervously, “ahhhh noo i have the money right here don’t worry!” he lifted his head up and you spoke again, “nOT that you were worrying or anything!! i-i just um...”

you didn’t finish your sentence and quickly hold out the money. jungkook mumbles quietly to himself “cute.” thinking you didn’t hear him but you did, this is a good sign.

you grabbed your order but you saw something that you didn’t order?? so you were veryy confused. “sorry but i didn’t order this... casserole???” you spoke while trying to give it back to him.

jungkook shook his head “uh nO, it’s free!! it’s a complimentary thing since someone have noticed that you’ve been ordering at our place quite often.” he smiled.

“OH was it hyunjin??? he’s always so nice when he’s accepting my delivery calls :D” you commented obliviously.

jungkook pokes his tongue inside his cheek but luckily you didn’t notice, “nope, it was me.” you looked up, “have a nice day y/n.” he winked.

ok now, this is your chance this is your chance 3x he called u cute, that is something??? HE ALSO GAVE U FREE FOOD so just say can i have your number? that’s it, that’s all easy pEASY just say it, just sAY IT just SA-

he’s about to walk away and you panicked and blurted out, “i dONT HAVE A BOYFRIEND!1!!!!1!”

jungkook frozed in his spot, and turned around, “h-huh??” he stuttered.

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUC-

———

so for the next few days, you haven’t been ordering pizza, especially tHAT PIZZA PLACE.

you were just too embarrassed and decided to never eat pizza ever again :))))))))))))))

until that day, the bell rang. i peeked through the peephole and yOU COULDNT BELIEVE MY EYES

it’s fLIPPING tHE CUTE DELIVERY BOY what i didn-

“aiiiiii can u just get my pizza!!!!!” your brother yelled. but before you can argue, “iM A BIT BUSY IN THE BATHROOM RNN THE MONEY IS NEAR THE DOOR.” he added.

he’s getting murdered 🤠

weLL great. i have to open the door,, kms.

you grabbed the money, open the money, gave him the money, and was about to close the door until

“w-wait!” jungkook cleared his throat.

your reaction:

you’re holding onto the door for deAR life, waiting for him say something aNYThing, getting ready for the humiliation.

jungkook then goes, “i-i..... i don’t have a girlfriend either.”

D: to :o to :D

[clandestine-j]

Gossip Girl Reboot, Ep. 2 Reaction / Review

This was posted on reddit first, crossing posting it here since I’ve chosen to review the ep’s and post on tumblr as well. So, this post is geared more towards reddit as a whole, this was posted a day after ep 2 aired.

i don't have a favorite character rating but #teamaki, yeah, the acting is awkward but it's getting better and it's not like it's the only bad acting in the show. i like the character either way.

now

people are so extra with zoya and obie and are looking at julien with the rose colored classes. yeah, obie shouldn't be dating zoya but let's not act like julien gave her all and everything to him. from the conversation with zoya in ep 1, his general feelings, audrey calls it out (maybe because she always feels that way)

She admits it at the end, she wouldn’t do the things he wanted when it came to his interest, he’d want to do random and fun things and she’d blow him off...how is this mart of someone fully invested in their other, no, she was invested what he did for her and how he made her feel. She misses him because in their other breaks he’d always come back. We saw a dying relationship and ppl can assume a lot about him but make 0 assumptions when it comes to her.

And then y’all expect Zoya to turn down the one person who’s actually nice, doesn’t ice her out and shares interest? What I want more than anything is for Zoya to find her own friends & her romantic interest, just one episode where her life isn’t an extension of Julien's. Idk wut, maybe she can go off on a find out gossip girl adventure. Idk something.

Then this talk about sisters and sister hood. Yeah, they’re blood related but what sisterhood is there? You say that’s is wrong for Zoya to do that to her sister but what about what her sister did to her? Even in this ep, she wants Obie so instead of idk driving Zoya away from him, she attacks her lil ‘sis’ over her long time boyfriend. She continues to let her friends talk bad about the girl. We can talk sister hood when she gives the mean team a good “learn me or leave me” when it comes to Zoya

At the of ep 1 Zoya says, she’s not playing the game. She’s grounded in fear of losing her scholarship, has already lost her dads trust. So she does that, she keeps her head down and doesn’t bother anyone but it’s the mean team to prompt Julien to after Zoya and she does. She’s minding her business at the even and Julien is the one to storm over and cause a scene. And it’s all about her, she’s scared of her dad finding out without any care that Zoya has lost and what she has left to lose. Of course she doesn’t care about Julien personal problems? When did Julien care really about hers? Then, she wants to sneak away and have fun and because she’s mad Zoya won’t run off and hide like a hood little girl, she once again collabs with GG, brings in the dads and fucks her sisters life up, AGAIN. Yeah, she changed her mind at the end but too little too late. Her come to jesus moment was great but the relationship she wanted/wants it very much damaged.

So yeah, Zoya dating the one person who has empathy for her is not as bad as the older sister who consistently let her be talked down, about and two, plotted with GG and didn’t even ask her if she was okay because, she didn’t mean it, it’ll blow over. Even in the very last apology when Zoya was about to leave, you could see that she had 0 faith in Julien, not only as a sister but as a person.

Which leads me to saying that Julien is probs the most interesting character of the show. She’s lovable and flawed and she is good but she as of right now, she’s mean at worst and horribly complicit at best because right now her career is a bit more important but her 14 year old sister doesn’t deserve the headache of navigating her with her. But I do love Julien because she has layers and I think by the end, she’ll be able to have her influencer career without compromising herself. That does lead us to the the chairmen and co-chair of the mean team.

Monet and Luna weren’t around as much but I do think...I do think...that if Julien goes nice, they’re gonna go super nasty. They have access to her life which mean access to that video if Julien didn’t out right delete it or they find out about it and snooping. They’re her friends but unlike her, they don’t have a much of a Conscious so far of right and wrong and they’ll strike anyone down. I think if we have wild cards, they’re it. If Julien really does go down a new path, learns more to fight for what matters and understand the real her is just as likable, the mean duo will not accept and will try and bring her down. They have their own meaning of friends with benefits.

My dude Obie, I can’t say much. I don’t think he’s as Malicious as y’all make him out to be but he is a bit callous and naïve...which could be worse tbh. I think he does want to do good but he only knows Performative good to counter-act his parents. I do want him to get with someone else but I do hope he learns what true activism means through Zoya and understand how much of a difference he could make if he really put his mind to it. I also want him to learn get out quick, because he wasn’t just looking for a reason to end things but one to stay and Julien didn’t give him that.

Audrey, I like the stuff with her mom. I like the little bit more depth we got, she slept with Max maybe but Aki made out with him, who am I to judge? I hope her mon can step up in the future but I don’t think it’ll be easy and hopefully they explore it more. Not just tease us. Her mom needs therapy but I think I'm a bit invested in her too.

Max, I love max but the dude is Pretentious ~ above earthly love ~ low key a shitty friend and talks in metaphors whenever he has the chance BUT he does it well. I don’t see him with Aki but I want it! I do see him going harder after Audrey but I think he was a bit shocked for all his flirting that he was into the kids with Aki. I think he lives to play with people. I don't know if he really likes Audrey but he does want to bang her, a lot, a lot a lot. I don't think he really wanted to sleep with Aki but he did like playing with him and he could pick up the fact that Aki might be feeling him. I don't think the interest was really, real until Aki kissed him at the pool, home boy was shocked and was like oooo maybe something is there but his focus is on the teacher. And I also think the not in a million years thing had his gears turning too. You tell him it can't or won't happen and now he wants to make it happen.

Aki, my baby, my voice of reason. What makes him great as a person, makes him not great for Audrey when it comes to emotional stuff. He means well and I get where he's coming from with wanting Audrey to understand her mom but she did need a partner. The thing she loves about him is the thing that makes it hard. I don't know how Aki was brought up but I feel like this plays into it, she's always comparing him to a therapist. I wonder if his parents a bit more emotionally cold or curt or just very analytical people. But, like he's been lovely since ep one, the only one of the group to sort of defend Zoya or Julien wanting to know her / keep her secret. (What secrets does he have?) And in ep 2, he really was like 'ya'll fucked in the head' to the mean team. I know some consider him boring because he doesn't speak up often but when he does speak up, he got something to say. I want the show to use him in a way to stir drama just by being friends, his character doesn't have to have a dramatic effect and he could get his own little subplot that's tied into the show but like, my can't become some douche. (If he does, only for a bit.) Now, I don't see Max being endgame for him AT ALL. If it's between the two, Max would go for Audrey for sure while leading my boi on in ways, he could even really start to like him but endgame no. I'd love to see a scene with Max does get jealous of Aki with another dude, in a romantic way or the dude could be hitting on him, I think Aki would be able to humble him just a bit because no one really seems to know what he's thinking. In the end, idk who he ends up with but I want him to find someone who will do my dude right and he should get some non-shitty friends who'll listen to his problems. (Still not over that Max)

The teachers while being shown more, don't have much of a presence. It's mainly Kate and the goofy one for extended scenes. KATE MY GOOD SIS. NO. Please, I want this to be the point where she loses GG somehow and someone takes over or maybe another GG pops up, can market better and isn't willing to have a faltering moments. I want it to spiral. Spiral hard. Also, sexy teach said not on my watch ezra! I stan him. Teachers are still fun for me, they make me want to never teach at a dumb rich private school.

Also, fuck the dads within reason. Esp, Julien's dad but only because we got to see Zoya's more and he is kinda in the right about most of the stuff but not the sister stuff. You can tell he's doing his best to instill morals in his daughter esp when he knows she can fall to outside influences.

Overall, I'm still enjoying it, I'm invested. I see room for growth for all of the characters (maybe not the teachers) and I want to see it play out. It does feel a little rushed but I think they're finding their footing and they have some big things to pull. But's not horrible and if they just play the drama bit longer and then conclude, it wouldn't feel that way. Maybe one more episode or half an episode could've been added to the Zoya-Obie-Julien story line to fully flush it out but I like the ending. Not sisters, not friends but cool with each and possibly re-build, at worst they just don't interact. I noticed some cool things with the promos but I need to confirm when I can find the one for 3.

Sorry if it went from all lower case to proper-ish, I had to switch to my phone and it auto-does it.

[launaej]

I realize I never really introduced myself on this tumblr.

I like to go by Ren. She/her/they. I’m 23, turning 24 in Feb. & I’ve decided to start a fresh tumblr. My old one I’ve had since like 2011 & I feel like it had posts & phases of so many closed chapters in my life that I decided to start a new one. So I’ve been on tumblr for a long while. It’s honestly wild to think about my time on this social media platform. Started using it when I was a wee lil freshman in high school with goals of becoming a drum major for my high school marching band & becoming a music teacher. I’d come home afterschool, drink mi cafesito with my mom, take a nap, finish my homework, then spend the rest of my time on tumblr or watching youtube. I’d have long school days, waking up at 5am, to really get ready and sneak some tumblr before school, then be at the bus stop by 6:15 and get the day started. Like holy crap, what a different change of pace life is now. Now I’m 23 & still find this website to be a humble lil sanctuary to unwind & draw inspiration from. Crazy to think I’m now the same age that Lana del Rey was when she was posting Video Games on tumblr back in 2011. What is time??? 

 Tumblr has seen me through my best times, like finally reaching to be drum major, and some of the worst, like finding out financial aid changed its rules and suddenly you can’t finish school. I have yet to still reach the finish line with my academic goals. Still have yet to get that piece of paper, but I know it’s in the horizon. 

For now, I hope to soon make Youtube content on some of the things I've been learning this quarantine. My goal is by the end of this year to be a full on ~interwebs~ person & hopefully make a little money doing it. After 2 years of trying to save up money working a call center job & STILL not being able to save money to finish school (I wasn't trying to take out loans) and then losing my savings in this pandemic, I figure you know what, if people are out here making money doing what they love, maybe I can too. The goal for me is to still get my Bachelor's in Music Education but I'm not trying to break myself over it. Not that I need a degree for music, but my parents never finished college & I really want that degree for me & for us. I was supposed to walk across the stage spring of 2019, but financial aid decided to add some new rules at my community college where if you had over 24 elective credits, they wouldn't pay for anymore electives . At that point, I had 36 elective credits & basically that rule fucked over a lot of art students who were close to finishing. ANYWHO, at the time (Fall 2017) I said no problem, I'll work extra hours at work, save money & take 1 class at a time. & I did. Spring 2018, I was able to take 2 classes. Fall 2018 & Spring 2019 I didn’t take classes but I picked up a LOT of extra hours to save money. Then I got into a car accident on July 4, 2019, which ate up my school savings. But whatever, I kept going. Saved up again & then the pandemic happens & I had to leave my job in April after confirmed cases in the call center & lack of enforcing safety measures. Loved the job, but I didn’t feel safe. Fast forward now to January 2021, my savings are eaten up again. Not only that there was a whole thing where the college I wanted to transfer to was shutting down its college of education, and honestly at that point I laughed out loud when I read the article. Feels like my simple little goal of getting a degree to be a music teacher keeps running away from me. I graduated high school 2015, like this was supposed to be an easy journey. But yet here I am, in 2021, somehow without the degree & you know, I used to curse a lot at the events that lead me to not finish my goal; just so many factors out of my control. But after 2020 & seeing a lot of close friends start their teaching careers in this mess, I can’t look back at those setbacks with the same sourness I had before. I am now more of a believer in divine intervention. I'm still going to answer the same call in life, I just have to take a different path. A path I hadn’t planned for at all, but you know, we out here, winging it. 

So for now, I’m unemployed. BUT I’ve been learning a shit ton on an assortment of various topics. I don’t think I could have made some serious headway on some of these topics if it were’t for 2020. At this point, this is how I see things. I could spend my time trying to look for a job, & work at a place I couldn’t care less for + isn’t helping me grow & where i risk my life over something I don’t love. OR, I can simply grow & follow what I love & figure out the rest as it may. If it’s one thing I’ve learned, is that just as things can fall apart, they can fall into place. I’ve had many MANY moments where I’ve found solutions just in time. After 2020, I am definitely more of a believer in ‘Rejection is God’s protection.’ & somehow, after this crazy year, I’m here. I have to make it count, & I owe myself my dreams.

Soo I’m going to posting random things I find on some learning I’m doing. Even though I don’t have the money to go to school, doesn’t mean I still can’t learn my lil heart out. Topics I’m currently researching / learning more on that you’ll probably see posts about:

Music Theory {I'm trying to learn more about atonal / microtonal music / tonnetz / harry partch / erv wilson / abstract music notation systems / ancient music theory}

Puerto Rico {trying to learn more history & more about my lineage / trying to learn about how my family's history in Aibonito y Corozal / trying to dig deeper into the history of Sephardic Jews on the island & the influence of Jewish music & Ladino music on Jibaro music / taino mythology & history / santeria / 21 divisiones / Brujeria}

Physics of Sound / Sound Architecture / {kepler / acoustics / resonance / harmonic oscillations}

History of Latin America & Spanish Conquistadors / Black History in South America & the Caribbean / Antilles History {SO much history I'm still learning that I never learned in A.P. U. S. History or A. P. Euro. in 2020 I learned about how many places in FL are named after some really bad conquistadors i.e. Hernando de Soto who was such a bad dude !! so much to still learn}

Astrology / Tarot {being raised with watching Walter Mercado in the background, astrology has been a part of life since I was really little. But I've been heavily studying astrology since 2016 & tarot since 2018.}

Self-sufficency {farming / solar punk / fermenting foods} 

Feel free to ask me any questions about music education, music theory, college experience, etc. I also have played clarinet for the past 12+ years & have played alto sax, euphonium & piano for a bit. Know about that band geek/drum major life. Big DCI fan. Recently borrowed my dad's cuatro to start learning how to play some Puerto Rican classics.  También hablo español. Aunque nací en Nueva Orleans, crecí en Aibonito y Corozal y más tarde en Florida. Ahora, estoy en FL, pero toda mi familia es de la isla. Si eres puertorriqueño o de FL, ¡no tengas miedo de decir qué pasa! Social medias @launaej

Hope to have some videos & content up soon! Feel free to send me suggestions! Not used to being a person on the internet. But here we go! :)

[seafoamkazuo]

Does Schrodinger’s Cat have Nine Lives?

Prologue - Prev - Next Chapter 2: Alley Cat Pairings: None so far.

This new crop of students was already turning out to be handful. Though he supposed he should have realized that as soon as he saw the footage from the Entrance Exams. It certainly did not help that Midoriya kept breaking limbs while trying to use his quirk. Aizawa sighed as he took eyedrop and applied them to his eyes. Though, they had managed not to make him want to expel them. Of course, he’d have to see after Rescue training if his opinion of them would remain positive. He was hoping that Rescue training would at least give Midoriya a reason to use his quirk in a way that so self-destructive. Well that was the issue with problem child one, right now, he was dealing with problem child two.

He took out his phone and glanced down at the picture. The image was blurry and it looked like only the briefest glimpse of her was caught. He had to give it to her, the kid knew how to stay out of sight even if the image gave the idea that the kid was actually panicked. It looked like a mad dash, a calculated mad dash but it was the sort of movement that was only honed after years of careful practice. He sighed and pulled his scarf up. The Unknown Caller or Cat Burglar if that was what they were calling her now; Sachie Komuro was her name. The police had managed to pass along that much information in the least. Her quirk was discovered to be called Schrodinger’s Cat, when they searched the registry, at first it had just been a quirk called Cat but after further events her mother discovered it had further capabilities. A cat that had the ability to store items inside it though the capacity was never stated according to the record. Some of the items removed from the cat came out in parts and not how they went inside it. It was certainly an interesting quirk but it certainly did not explain some aspects about the situation. There were no signs of break in at a majority of the crime scenes Sachie Komuro had been at. At least none on her part. When the villains who had been caught had been shown a picture of the girl; none of them seemed to recognize her but some had recognized the cat who was her quirk. Which probably meant there was more to it than what was currently known.

The only other instance or report outside of the Unknown Caller cases had been a shooting from around when the girl was 12. Her father had been the victim and it appeared she had only been saved because a nearby hero had heard the shot. It had been noted that she was acting quiet and reserved though they had assumed she was probably in shock. It had been noted as an act of random violence but the case was still open to this day. He had asked the detective working on it and apparently all he recalled about the situation was giving the girl his card after escorting her home. They had wanted to speak directly with Haruka Komuro about her husband’s death but the woman was neither answering calls or appeared to be home at the time they had dropped Sachie off. Sachie apparently was rather convincing with excuses as to why her mother would not answer because they had left her there after she had promised to have her mother call them. After a few days they came back to discover the house empty and the only belongings missing being those of Haruka Komuro. Sachie and her Father’s belongings being untouched. Which now made sense of why the detective had been her only contact. What did not make any rational sense was why it had been allowed to happen in the first place.

Aizawa let out a sigh before heard loud crashing. He immediately began moving towards the source, hopefully it was nothing but with his luck it was probably some sort. He rounded a corner in time to see what looked to be the side of a dumpster crumple against a wall and seemingly jumping after it was Problem Child two.

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Sachie Komuro was not having a good night. She flinched as her face got smashed into the side of the wall. Tell-tale sign that the man was getting impatient, his quirk was activating. Why he was so mad was the question of the day. “Took me long enough to find ya, ya damn stray. Did you decide to play hero in another town?” She was in a different town, made sense why the streets were different. “I thought I told you to stay in Saitama.” The man applied pressure to her head it felt like he was going to crack her skull. If she wasn’t developing a bruise of the side of her face earlier, she was now. She forced herself to relax limbs going limp. She hoped he’d take her lack of struggle as apology enough. It was not like she was actually sorry though. She did not realize that she was in a whole other area. The man let go of her face and Sachie caught herself placing a hand on the wall as Schrodinger emitted low cat growls and hisses at the man from below. She watched him raise a foot before pausing and thinking different of it. He then stepped to the side a bit so she couldn’t get away. “Listen…. I’m sorry I started this conversation on the wrong foot. I was just trying to keep you safe.” Sachie flinched, he sounded like her father. He was trying to emulate the man. Too bad, that phrase only worked on her because of her dear old dad’s quirk. “If you stayed where I knew you were, I wouldn’t have had to track you down. If I don’t know where you are, I can’t protect you now can I.”

Sachie figured that it would probably be okay to talk now. She glanced up at the man making eye contact, “Someone picked me up… I did not know I’d left. Might stay in this area though seems safer.” The man’s eyes narrowed at her last comment. He was not happy with that. Though it did not seem like he was going to push it. She glanced to the side again and assessed the situation; she figured she probably couldn’t escape so she’d have to talk her way out. “… What did you need? You don’t usually look for me unless you need something.” She grimaced again as she rubbed at her cheek, it was sore but clearly not broken.

The man smiled; it was a perfectly put together business smile. She found it disgusting, “I just had a business opportunity I wanted to share with my famil- “

“We’re not family. My father was. I never shared sake, and I’m not your Sister.” She spit out before the man could finish his sentence. She heard metal squeal and glanced at the nearby dumpster and the man pinned her in closer. She glanced up at him, the smile was still there but was showing cracks. So much for talking things through. Maybe she could get him to throw her and she could escape that way. She had a feeling that she knew something that would but how could she work it into the conversation.  Schrodinger jumped and climbed up her back before scarfing around her neck. They yawned in a catlike way before digging their claws lightly. Well, Schrodinger was ready in any case. “Besides… I thought you were all told to stop playing at that by actual yakuza. Or are you lot still willing to drown in blood.” She had her hands in her pockets now, she could feel them beginning to shake and while she was fairly good at schooling her features her hands were always a dead giveaway. She felt Schrodinger sinking into her shoulders slightly. She hoped it wasn’t too conspicuous. “You should stop playing games old man… Otherwise you’re going to die.”

The metal of the dumpster bent further inward as the man growled before letting out a sigh. He removed his hand from the metal it was indented in the shape of his hand, “I know your game Sachie. I’m not going to fall for it here.” Sachie cursed under her breath, she really just wanted to be out of here. She glanced at him and noted she was still pinned in, “Back to business then, lil sis.” Sachie grimaced before a piece of paper was shoved towards her face.  She raised one of her hands taking it from him and then tilted her head as she saw the image. “So, I was thinking you’d be able to put these containers into your cat and then- “ “Are you an idiot?” Sachie began as the man stuttered, shoved the paper in her pocket. She glanced over at him. His smile was cracking again. In this situation, “I feel like you’re messing with me,” perhaps she should be condescending in order to create an opening. The man grimaced as she continued speaking, “You should know how my quirk works or were you the sort of person too dumb to tell.”

“You shut your mouth brat!” He grabbed her by the arm hand digging into her flesh before twisting and Sachie started in pain and pulled her in to the side.

“Not very creative with the insults are you- “she barely got the sentence out before her world spun and she was flung. There was a brief moment of shock as she realized that she had been thrown harder than she expected him to. She threw her arm out to break her fall so she could roll out to safety. Though by the sound of the crash she made this situation was going pretty terrible. Sachie pushed herself out of whatever she got thrown into and looked ahead towards what was clearly a dead end but she noticed some crates so maybe she could jump. It was worth a shot at least. She hopped up onto the pushing herself off in order gain height be able to hop over the fence. She glanced backwards to make Schrodinger was in place before she realized she needed to duck. She tilted forward as a part of dumpster she had been pinned up against flew over her head. She sucked in a breath as her foot caught the edge of the fence and she fell forward awkwardly bracing herself on the ground. She heard a slight cracking sound as she rolled back up onto her feet. She could see a slight bend in her wrist where she botched her landing. She flexed her fingers only to feel a shooting pain travel up her arm only slightly dulled by the adrenaline running through her veins.

She looked up as she heard another shout as the fence behind her bowed in with another large portion of the dumpster sent it flying her. She should probably have kept running but instead she froze up. Sachie Komuro killed by a dumpster in a back alley; it almost seemed fitting. Sachie felt something solid wrap around her midsection and she was immediately tugged to the side. She hit something solid and not wall-shaped for once. She flinched as a hand lightly grabbed her shoulder another moving to support her standing placed below her elbow. “You okay problem child.” She slowly looked up and tried to pull away though his grip on her only became firmer, “stay here.” The voice was calm but she felt a chill go down her spine. She felt herself drop into a crouch as he moved towards the threat. She brought her arms up in order to cover her face burying her face and blocking out the scene in front of her. She felt her heartbeat loudly in her ears as panic began to set in. Why was Eraserhead here? She could hear Schrodinger yowling and hissing their claws sinking into her shoulders but the noise was getting fainter with the panic.  She stared at the ground her field of vision tunneling before everything went dark.  

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“Five minutes… I take my eyes off you for five minutes. Don’t go disappearing on me again, Problem Child.” Aizawa could only sigh as he called in the police to pick up the villain. He frowned, he had made a miscalculation and the kid had disappeared again. The real question though was that look she gave him. He tightened his capture scarf around the thug’s hands activating his quirk as the man tried to break out again. She seemed absolutely terrified but only as soon as she made eye contact with him. Most people would be more concerned with the person actively attacking them not the person stepping in between. Either way at least now he knew she was in the area, might make it easy to track her down.  Meanwhile nearby a cat watched at a distance tail moving with annoyed flicks before being snagged.

[whumperooni]

Just thinking about being Keigo's sweet little sis always acting like a little house wife and everytime Touya comes over he always calls you a cute little cumdump

/sighs dreamily

Oh, to be Keigo’s sister-wife and have his best frenemy tease and bully you while you try your best not to whine and stay a Good Girl and a Good Hostess ♡

I, uh, took liberties as per usual- hopefully ya like it, nonny!

tw incest, tw faux incest, tw misogyny, tw breeding kink (mentions of breeding but not the action), tw slight mindbreak/trained behavior, human ashtray, ass eating, blowjobs, tw degradation

“Hey, Touya’s comin’ over later, sis. Can ya make some extra dinner?”

Oh...oh no. And here you thought you’d get a week free from Touya Todoroki.

You bite your lip, but you quickly fix a sweet smile on your face whenever your big brother looks your way and nod as you clasp your hands tight behind your back.

“Of course, nii-san.”

Keigo rewards you with a smile and a pat to your head and that makes it a little better.

You really shouldn’t be bothered by your big brother’s friend coming over, but Touya is...well. Touya is...he’s a lot to deal with.

He’s constantly teasing and taunting you- swatting your butt whenever you walk by and leering over your dresses and the way they show off your legs. He tugs you closer by your apron strings and constantly leaves cigarette butts all over the house, has you flinging open the windows as soon as he leaves so you can try to air it out. He likes to taunt you whenever he catches you folding Keigo’s clothes and he always always drawls out some snide tease about you being such a good housewife, makes you blush whenever he grabs your chin and “jokes” about taking you home so you can pick up after him instead.

Keigo tells you to be a good girl and a good host when his friends come over and you try your very best to, but Touya makes it very hard sometimes- he just loves to fluster and pester you.

Your big brother’s other friends can be crude and vexing, too, but Touya definitely takes the cake.

He’s handsome, at least. That does make it a bit more bearable whenever you kneel down to take care of his needs like your big brother taught you to.

A good hostess should always take care of guests- no matter their needs, no matter how rude and taunting they can be, no matter how much they poke and prod and take delight in teasing.

You’re always a good hostess. Keigo expects you to be a good girl and you do your best to meet his expectations- no matter how difficult it may be sometimes.

You begin making dinner at five and it’s ready at half past six. By the time you’re sliding it out of the oven, there’s a knock on the door.

Right on time.

You quickly wipe your hands on your apron and hurry to the front door, smooth your hair and plaster a smile on your face before opening it. Touya smirks whenever you greet him with a “Good afternoon, Todoroki-san. It’s nice to see you again.”

You’re pushed past before you can invite him inside and that rankles against your polite nature, has you biting your cheek to keep from frowning.

Touya doesn’t have much in the way of manners, but you still must stay sweet and cordial to him- your big brother expects it and you so dearly want to make him proud.

“Oi, where’s birdbrain?”

A huff nearly leaves you, but you keep it held in- smile on your face as you tilt your head and gesture toward the living room.

“Nii-san is playing Battlefield,” you inform him. “Please join him while I plate dinner.”

“Fuckin’ sweet.”

He leaves without another glance to you and you breathe a sigh of relief once he’s out of sight, place your hand to your heart and shake your head.

Hopefully he’ll be tame tonight.

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“-said he’s got the top shit, but we know all he can get is trash.”

“He’s so pathetic; he really is such a poser.”

“Can’t get nothin’ but stupid freshman with that crap- and he can barely get ‘em.”

Keigo laughs while Touya snorts and you carefully pick up their beer bottles, their plates. A squeak leaves your lips whenever Touya’s hand swats at your butt and you nearly drop the bottles when he gives it a squeeze.

“Hey, bring me another.”

“Of course, Todoroki-san.”

Touya sneers at your obedience and the way you smile sweetly at him, swats at your rump again as you walk away. That one stings and you press your lips together once you’re out of sight, furrow your brows.

Touya hasn’t been that bad tonight, but he’s still only three beers in- this next one will probably push him more into his teasing ways.

A sigh leaves you as you gather two beers from the fridge, but you dutifully head back to the living room. Keigo kisses your cheek when you give him his, but Touya grabs you by the back of your apron strings and pulls you down into his lap- a harsh bark of laughter leaving him whenever you squawk in surprise.

“T- Todoroki-san!”

“Aw, cut that shit out,” he tells you, one hand slipping onto your thigh and squeezing while the other keeps a firm hand on your waist. “You know what I like to be called.”

You do, but that doesn’t mean you really want to call him that.

You do want to be a good girl and a good hostess, though. And that means keeping guests happy- no matter what they demand from you.

You stifle a pout and bite your lip, glance over to your brother and then back at Touya before mumbling a reluctant, “I’m sorry, Touya-nii.”

“That’s a good girl.”

A blush flares on your cheeks and you try your best not to squirm whenever he rubs at your thigh, when you feel a certain hard bump against you.

You know what’s coming next.

Touya’s hand glides higher and you spread your legs like you’re expected to, bite your lip and curl your fingers into the skirt of your dress as you lift it up and out of the way. Your flush deepens a little whenever he lets out a rough laugh, but there’s a certain spark of pride that lights inside whenever he drawls out,

“You really do got her trained well, birdbrain. What a good little whore.”

Keigo grins lazily and a soft noise leaves you when he nods in agreement, when his hand smooths over his crotch.

“That’s my sis for ya,” Keigo hums out- proud and almost fond as he watches the way your breath hitches when spindly fingers stroke over your slit.

“Shoulda invited the others over,” Touya murmurs, poking at your hole and pressing his thumb to your clit. “Such a cute lil cumdump needs to be filled to the brim.”

A whine leaves you and fluster at the words, fluster when Touya smirks and works a finger inside of you.

“They’re busy screwin’ each other,” Keigo huffs out- one hand waving around and the other taking his cock out. “Those virgins don’t deserve good pussy anyways.”

Your cheeks darken further and something inside of you squirms- Keigo only talks like this when he’s around Touya and it’s something you can never get used to, something that you just have to bear despite the way it makes you want to shy away.

You can’t shy away from your big brother or his friend- you have to be a good girl, have to act like big brother has taught you, have to stay in the role of an obedient little housewife, a warm and obliging hostess.

It’s your duty. It’s your pride.

(It’s your pathetic lot in life)

Another finger slips inside your cunny and you gasp softly, let out a tiny moan as they curl up and grind into you. Touya snorts and you  bite your lip when he slips them out of you, when he wraps his lips around them and gives a loud suck.

“I’m never gonna get tired of that taste.”

You blush and you clench your dress tighter, squirm with a little bit of pride. Keigo smiles at you whenever you look over at him and he lazily strokes over his cock, fists it as he props his elbow on the arm of his chair and leans his cheek into his palm.

“Manners, sis,” he coos.

Oh, how could you forget?

You look back to Touya and you murmur a meek, “Thank you, Touya-nii. I’m pleased you like it.”

That gets a snort from him and a squeeze to your hip- fingers digging deep into you and forcing you to hide a flinch.

Touya is much more rough with you than your big brother.

Though, he can get rough too- especially when the others are visiting.

You bite your lip, again, and peek your eyes up at Touya, sigh internally before asking,

“May I take care of you, Touya-nii?”

He laughs- the sound rough, the grin mocking- and he smacks your thigh, grins only wider when you tense up at the sting.

“Get on your knees, doll.”

You do.

You slide down to the floor and on your knees, look up at him from between his legs. To the side, you hear the shlick of your big brother stroking himself and it has you pressing your thighs together, nearly squirming in your spot.

You’d rather take care of Kiego, but guests come first- it’s only polite for the hostess to take care of guests before others.

You take Touya’s cock out and give it a small stroke, tuck your hair behind your ear before leaning forward and laving your tongue over his shaft. Above you, there’s the sound of a cap popping off a bottle and you close your eyes as you take in your big brother’s friend’s cock into your mouth, as you suckle at his head.

The two begin talking about something- you don’t know what, can’t quite care about it- and you do your best to please Touya, swallow him down and make him happy.

Or, at least, make him come.

At one point, it would have been embarrassing the way you grow wet as you dutifully suck your guest’s cock. At one point, you would have been frustrated and upset how your displeasure with a rude, teasing man gets forgotten with each bob of your head, each little whimper that coincides with the way your cunt gently throbs. At one point, you would be distraught with pleasing a man besides your older brother.

But you’ve long past that point and you’ve reached one where you only let out soft, muffled mewls as you throat Touya’s cock, where your lashes flutter as he ignores you only to press your head lower, where you grow wet as your big brother laughs in the background and watches as you give little kitten licks to his friend’s balls.

You’ve learned to get pleasure from giving pleasure and it’s not long before your flush is from need instead of embarrassment, your thighs are damp from the orgasm slowly building within you despite not being touched.

Fingers curl into your hair and mess it all up. You groan as Touya rocks his hips up and fist the skirt of your dress, pant softly whenever he pulls you off his cock and jerks your head back to make you look up at him.

“Hey- why aren’t there any ashtrays out?”

Panic snaps through you and your eyes widen, something upset ripples through you when you realize that you forgot something so basic.

You’re a terrible hostess.

“I- I’m sorry, Touya-nii! I didn’t- I didn’t mean to-”

A click of his tongue cuts you off and you wilt under his annoyance, feel little tears prick at you as shame washes through you. You don’t whine when he grips your jaw with his free hand and you don’t try to jerk away as he squeezes it hard. Your mouth pops open and you keep it open as he huffs, tremble as he looks you over with hooded eyes.

“I guess this’ll do.”

You nearly wince when he brings his cigarette close to your face, choke on your spit when he places it between your lips and taps the ashes onto your tongue. Keigo doesn’t say anything- he only lets out a low groan- and you gag on the taste, leak a tear down your cheek as you try not to heave. Touya smirks at you and he traces a finger along your jawline, taps your face with just enough force to keep from being called a smack.

Keigo doesn’t let his guests smack you- it’s one of his only rules and for that you are grateful.

It still doesn’t keep you from whimpering and it still doesn’t keep you from wincing when Touya leans his face down closer to yours.

“Next time put them out.”

You nod the best you can and mumble out a garbled “yesh, Touya-nii.” as you struggle to swallow the ash in your mouth.

Your mouth tastes awful. You want to cry.

A second hand to your hair startles you and you blink as your big brother leans into your line of sight, as you catch the sight of his smile through your blurry eyes. The way he strokes your hair is light, soothing and you relax a little with it, loosen the death grip you have on your dress.

“Aw, sis, that must taste bad. Here- let me help wash it away.”

You expect to given a sip of beer, but Keigo just tilts your head back more and squeezes at your jaw- more gentle than Touya but still a little rough. Your mouth pops open once more and you squeak whenever he grins, whine softly when a boot slides between your thighs and presses against your pussy.

Keigo graces you with a loving smile and then his lips purse, spit dribbles down into your mouth. A choked whimper leaves you and more tears form, wet your lashes. Touya laughs as he watches you struggle not to jerk away, when you almost choke again as the spit slides down your throat.

You swallow and you mumble out a teary little, “Thank you, Keigo-nii” once you’re able, find some small scraps of pleasure whenever he kisses your forehead and murmurs a “Good girl” in return.

That makes it easier- that makes this all worth it.

You shiver and close your eyes once he pulls away, allow yourself to be dragged back to Touya’s cock. He grunts whenever you swallow him down and you grimace over the taste of spit and ash and salty pre-cum, shudder whenever the toe of his boot grinds against you.

“Yeah, that’s a good cumdump,” Touya groans- fingers curling back into your hair and cigarette dangling between his lips. “Such a fuckin’ good lil slut suckin’ me off.”

The words shouldn’t bring a moan from you, but they do- you can’t help but flush at the praise and you can’t help the way you whimper either when the toe of his boot nudges at your clit. You do your best to swallow him down fully and you tremble when his hips cant against your face.

“Dude, you won’t believe what Tenko just said.”

And just like that, the attention is off of you. Touya still fucks into your throat and your big brother still strokes his dick, but they both get drawn into some conversation about their friend and practically ignore you while you kneel and bob your head along your guest’s length.

It’s disappointing but, honestly, it does make everything easier too.

And, besides- a hostess doesn’t need attention; she should be more focused on being helpful, pleasing her guests.

And that’s what you do- you throat Touya’s cock and you gently fondle his balls, you tongue at his piercings and hum quietly as you take him down all the way down to the root. You do everything that he likes and you do it well- ignoring your own throbbing need and the way you want to grind against his boot, ignoring the conversation and their laughter and the way Touya ashes his cigarette into your hair.

You know Touya is about to come whenever he places a hand to the back of your head. He forces you all the way down and you do your best to relax your throat, whimper and choke a little as he grinds his dick into you and grunts.

“Fuuuuck yeah, bitch. Take it- fuckin’ take it.”

Tears drip from your lashes as you gag and Touya groans as your throat spasms around his cock. You try so very hard to breathe through your nose, but it gets hard to do so whenever he rocks roughly into your throat. The little choked whimpers that leave you only serve to make him snap his hips against your face even more viciously and you tremble from it- face turning darker and lashes fluttering as your eyes threaten to roll back.

“Fuckin’ god,” Touya groans. “Love this throat- ain’t nothin’ like a cute lil cumdump.” More tears fall, but the praise helps keep you from outright sobbing, has you pathetically trying to run your tongue over his length even as you desperately fight against your gag reflex. “Gonna fuckin’ breed this throat. Better take it, whore. Better fuckin’ take it.”

A strangled sob forces its way from you and you nod the best you can- blackened tears streaming mascara down your cheeks, face flushed from being unable to breathe, eyes red and wet, cunt throbbing from lack of attention and the need that your big brother has taught you to gain from all this.

Touya snarls as you look up at him- teeth bared in a grin and cheeks flushed, eyes almost manic. He puts both hands to the back of your head and he tilts his hips back, snaps them forward so hard it rattles your brain. You gag, but he keeps on- forcing your head still as he pistons his cock into your drooling mouth, rolling his own back with a groan as he fucks your throat.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Keigo grunts from the side. “Doin’ such a good job, sis. Such a good girl. You fuckin’ love it, don’t you? You love suckin’ all my friends’ dicks and being a good lil cumdump. You love bein’ a good housewife and takin’ care of us all.”

You do. You do you do you do.

The tears that slip down your cheeks this time aren’t from the desperate need to breathe or Touya’s harsh rocks. This time they’re from your big brother’s words, the way your need shoots up so, so fast and has you shaking, on the verge of coming.

Touya’s boot shifts and you see stars, seize up and desperately scratch perfectly manicured nails over the hardwood floor. Touya moans and he starts to come as you do- hands forcing your head down all the way and his cock shooting white hot spurts down your abused throat as your wet, wet, wet pussy jerks along his boot and makes it shine.

You swallow him down the best of you can despite your fuzzy mind and swimming vision, cough and pant but obediently open your mouth whenever he pulls you back by the hair. Touya smirks and he pats your cheek condescendingly, snickers and looks satisfied over the way he’s made you go from looking like a perfectly put together housewife to a fucked out little whore.

You keep your mouth open as your big brother walks over and you look up at him with half-shut eyes- flushed and tired and letting out stunted little whimpers as your poor throat aches. Keigo just smiles down at you and strokes your hair- gentle as he places the tip of his cock into your mouth, soothing as he traces your cheek with a finger as he jerks himself off.

When he comes, you swallow it down too- eyes closing and a soft noise leaving you, your hands curling into loose fists as he slides his dick into your throat and sheathes himself as he spills his seed into you.

You go a little limp when he pulls back and away, but you look at them both with a tired, sweet, slightly unfocused smile, dutifully murmur out, “Thank you, Touya-nii. Thank you, Keigo-nii. Is there- is there anything more I can do for you?”

The words are a little slurred, a little hoarse. Touya still grins over them, though, and Keigo still pats your head in reward of you being a good girl and being attentive to their needs.

“Get us some more beers, babe,” Keigo orders casually while tucking his cock away.

You nod and get to your feet slowly, wince from the ache in your knees and the tremble in your thighs. Your heels click out of rhythm with the first few steps you take and you have to hide a whine whenever Touya stops you with a tug to your apron.

“I want that cute little face buried in my ass when you come back,” he drawls out- so casual and grinning so lazily. “Got it?”

If you were a lesser woman, you would flinch and cringe. But, you’re not- you’re a good girl, a good little sister, a good housewife, a good hostess.

So you smile at him instead- hair a wreck and makeup ruined, the taste of cum coating your mouth.

“Of course, Touya-nii. It would be my pleasure.”

Touya snorts at the chirped words and he smacks your ass, pushes you toward the kitchen.

“So fuckin’ get to it.”

You nod and you scurry toward the kitchen- heels clicking away and dress swishing along your thighs, apron still gleaming at starched to perfection despite what you’ve already been through tonight.

“I’d kill to have a little sister like that. Let me have her, will ya?”

You can’t help but smile at the words, smile at the way Keigo laughs and drawls back, “Sorry, but she’s all mine.”

That’s right- you belong to Keigo, you belong to your big brother.

No matter how many times his friends have come down your throat and creamed your pussy.

You gather the beers from the fridge and you smile as you head back to the living room- eager and ready to be a good hostess once more, proud as Keigo gives you an approving look whenever you kneel before Touya and run your tongue over his puckered hole.

You’re a good hostess. You’ll keep being a good hostess, too- anything to keep your brother happy, anything to earn the praise you crave.

You hum as you eat out Touya’s ass and you let your eyes shut- mind wandering to the dishes you need to do and the clothes you need to fold as you dutifully attend to your guest’s desires.

[untilthenextencore]

Sensory Overload: aka X Marks the Spot

A/N: Had this tucked away for ages. Wasn't sure how it'd be received. Gonna need a lil suspension of disbelief here regarding how empty & secluded a post show stage is...

But otherwise I hope you enjoy...

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Jaida tugged on the hem of the new minidress she was wearing. She had been leant a peekaboo crocheted dress to wear to that night's Yardbird's concert by her older sister Jenni.

Jenni was two years older than her. 18 to her 16. She was a huge Yardbirds fan and a little bit of what they call a groupie if one was to be completely honest. All she could talk about were her favorite groups & guys. She lived & breathed them. Beat group guys. Guys like Jeff. The last time the Yardbirds were in town Jaida saw very little of Jenni. She hardly saw hide nor hair of her older sister who told their parents she was staying with a friend for a few days. Their parents took for granted that it was a girl friend or gal pal of hers like the similarly boy group crazy Erica who she meant. When in fact Jaida knew and was sworn to secrecy that Jenni & Erica were off canoodling with a few Yardbird boys themselves. Jenni with her beloved Jeff. And Erica with Jim McCarty. Each girl's parents believing the same "staying with a friend" ruse to facilitate the days of disappearance. It was no big deal to Jaida. Jenni & Erica were just like that.

Jaida got the feel from time to time that her sister wanted her to be a little more like that too. Wanting to be more like the Three Musketeers of petite brunette beat group fans rather than just a Devilish Duo she supposed. Jaida loved the music as much as the next kid. Probably even as much as Jenni and Erica themselves! But she was just far too shy to make anything of it. Even if she might want to. There was always another older or bolder girl willing to go where she wasn't bold enough to or do what she daren't do. She was just too timid that way.

That's likely where Jenni got the idea to dress Jaida in the peekaboo crocheted dress. Jenni had chosen a wild psychedelic printed mini with matching headband that Jeff had bought & sent to her while on the road with a note asking her to wear it for him one time. Erica had on a simple blue trapeze dress. Jenni the peekaboo crocheted mini. Making the shy, timid girl the most bold & daringly dressed. Fake it till you make it, eh sis?

Ah, well...

Jenni & Erica were just like that...

Bold & Daring in their love for the lads...

Of course the same was likely true now. Jenni & Erica were likely off with their Yardbird beaus, having disappeared after Jenni told Jaida to wait here in the equipment and clothing crowded dressing room all 3 had been escorted to after the boys' set. Jaida had no idea what for or why.

Well...

She had one idea...

Jaida had noticed that when Jeff had asked Jenni back Jenni hesitated, asking. "Mind if my baby sis comes too? Erica's here for McCarty too..." Jeff had laughed & agreed, nodding & telling her. "Sure. I'm sure Jim'll love to see Erica again. S'been awhile for him too. And I don't reckon the lads'll be TOO put out with another bird around either." Grinning at Jaida & chuckling to himself at his own supposition.

And just like that Jaida found herself waiting in the small dressing room for God knows who or what.

That question was answered in double pronged fashion when Jim peeked in to rifle through his things for a bag of weed he had stashed in a coat of his. He and Jaida made small talk as Jim found his buried treasure before returning to his beloved treasured one Erica in the other room.

That was the first prong...

The second came as Jimmy walked in... He had been directed to the room by Jeff. Jeff noticed Jimmy had been staring at Jaida from where she stood at the foot of the stage with Erica & Jenni for pretty much the entire show & told him as he passed the dark corridor where Jeff was necking with Jenni that there was a present waiting for him talking to McCarty in the room. Jimmy took one look at the girl with the bright smile in the peekaboo dress he'd been looking at all night, laughing with Jim & decided then & there that Jaida is his that night. Chris & Keith had their ladies, Jim & Jeff had Erica & Jenni. It was only fair that Jimmy get a shot at his own chance at bliss.

He cut his eyes at his - as usual - laughing & jovial bandmate as he entered & cleared his throat softly, lifting an eyebrow almost imperceptibly. Jim got the hint from Jimmy & nodded, quickly excusing himself. More than just the hint. Jim got the vibe from the new young guitarist.

Not two seconds in the door and ALREADY Jimmy is sending out strong vibes to him.

Jimmy is radiating possessiveness...

Interest...

WANT...

There was nowhere else for Jim to be but gone!

Especially with Erica waiting on him!

So it was that the drummer disappeared out the door just as the new guitarist entered, greeting the petite brunette tag along with a sweet smile as he brushed a lock of hair from his face. "Isn't this a lovely surprise! When the show started I certainly wasn't expecting such a vision waiting for me in the dressing room when I came back! Hello there! My name's, Jimmy. May I ask what yours is, love?" He asked, extending a hand.

She took the hand in a polite shake that culminated in his placing a kiss to the back of hers, making her blush. "My name's Jaida. Nice to meet you, Jimmy. My sister Jenni brought me here to see the show. A kind if break from my studies I guess. High school exams and all. She's off with Jeff now I think. Jim must be off to find our friend Erica too."

Jaida couldn't believe he was real. That voice. Soft spoken, just short of clipped with a gentle lilt & the barest touch of a lisp. Those eyes. Jade green & hazy. Misty. Smoky. That face! Like it was carved out of porcelain. A dark haired, flushed cheeked cherub faced oil painting of a man. She could have been mistaken but she could have sworn she saw him glancing at her, looking at her while on stage. Though with all the lights and other screaming girls she couldn't be all too sure. She'd be lying if she said she weren't avidly watching him onstage herself. Her eyes hardly left him! Glued to him for practically the whole performance!

"Ah, yes! Jennifer... I do remember Jeff mentioning her name before... I think I saw her a moment ago too... She and Jeff were getting on quite well..." Jimmy nodded, leaving out the part where his friend was busy with his hand up the skirt of the dress he had bought his young love & busy making her have to muffle her squeals of delight into his shoulder. Instead he only offered an innocent follow up. "Pleasure's all mine... I do hope you enjoyed the show, love... I know how trying examinations can be & I only hope it helped take your mind off of them & was a worthy distraction..."

"Oh, it was! It was!" Jaida nodded enthusiastically. "I loved it! I loved it! I just loved it! You guys were magnificent! Amazing! Keith's soulful harp! Your guitar! Blistering solos! You and Jeff! Ah! Just amazing! Amazing! Incredible really! Almost sensory overload!" She enthused.

"Sensory overload?" Jimmy quite liked the sound of that.

"Sensory overload? Well! That is quite the compliment! Thank you very much, Miss Jaida! I'm glad you so approve! I'll be sure to pass that compliment on to the other lads as well... I'm glad you dig our music that much! Hopefully you see what we're trying to accomplish here too... With the two guitars and all..." Jimmy smiled before taking in their rather closed surroundings. "Say, is it a bit too close in here for you? Would you like to take a walk maybe? I think we're almost done clearing the stage..." He then offered. "Have you ever seen things from onstage?"

She shook her head. "Oh no... No... I thought she was too young to tag along with my sister before... I mean I've been to shows and all but not... Not... Not like this... I mean like I said... I've never even been backstage like this before! I mean I only just turned 16!" She didn't know how to put it. She didn't know how to relay her lack of if not outright inexperience compared to Jenni & Erica in a way that didn't sound as if she were making them seem a little too experienced or more experienced than even they likely were. Instead she just settled on adding. "I mean I love the music. But I'm not super familiar with the scene, you know?"

Jimmy nodded thoughtfully. "I see... I understand... Well then I..."

Any further conversation was stalled as Jim then came back with Erica in tow and explained. "Jeff stole the room I had my eye on. He locked the door. Do you mind?"

"Not at all!" Jimmy shook his head. "Even though usually the answer would likely be a resounding yes or some version of "Get lost!" Or "Get bent!" Jim caught him in a good mood.

Besides...

Jimmy had other ideas for the night...

So Jimmy & Jaida promptly then made their exit. Taking her hand & guiding her to her feet, he smiled. "Shall we?" With that he lead her out & onto the dimly lit stage where he was pleased to find not a roadie or Yardbird in sight! As they walked, Jimmy couldn't help but get a good look at her rear in the minidress out of the corner of his eye. He walked her out and around on the stage, letting her get a look at the arena under the few stage lights left on. She was fascinated. Spellbound. Clearly even in the modest concert hall they were in, the magnitude & gravity of his "playing for the masses" was hitting her. Washing over her. Humbling the already humble teenager. He let her Have her moment, the silence only marked by a soft. "Wow..." And their steady breathing. When he saw she was now just looking around, inspecting her surroundings idly rather than drinking them in, he readied himself. He chose his moment. At a moment when she turned to look back in his direction to comment on one thing or another he snuck a kiss. A quick soft, but sudden peck on the lips. Nothing more. A small move. Modest. But effective.

"What did you do that for?" She blushed, gasping at the contact.

He just lifted her petite frame up onto his amp & smiled that same eye crinkling smile, cooing. "You know you're very pretty..."

She blushed harder & shook her head. "No... No... No... You're... You're... You're sweet... But... My... My... My sister's the pretty one... I'm too shy."

Jimmy smiled sweetly & pressed another few equally sweet kisses to her lips getting her to respond timidly. "Mmmm... That's what makes you special. You're gorgeous, love. Gorgeous... Mmmm..." He planted his hands on the amp on either side of her, beginning to deepen the kiss, making it more passionate, more intimate.

When his hands cupped her hips she flinched slightly but did not move. Same when he inched her skirt up... And pet her thighs... But when his right hand slipped under her skirt as it rode up slightly and petted her between her legs she mewled. "Jimmy..." "What is it, my girl?" She stammered. "I've... I've never... Ever..." He grinned and nodded shifting her to face another wall of amps which conveniently hid him as he crouched down, trusting that the curtains on either side of them hid them both as well. "I know... I know... Do you want to, love?" She made another whine, fidgeting nervously. "Mmmm... I don't know... I'm scared... I don't know if I'm ready to do everything... I mean I don't know if I'm ready to go all the way. I'm sorry." To her surprise he grinned. "It's okay, darling. It's okay. You know... There are other things we could do, love..." She looked at him shyly through her curtain of eyelashes, asking. "Like what?"

Cue his soft & disarming smile turning into a rakish Cheshire Cat grin & followed by more soft, disarming questions.

He lifted her skirt slightly, leaning in to return his lips to hers as his fingers ran across her nearly sheer panties, petting & then moving them aside as his middle finger thrusted inside. "Mmmm... Fuck..." He panted at the feel of her heat constricted around his searching digit. "Jaida... Mmmm... You are a sweet little thing aren't you..." She mewled & nodded. "Is this okay?" She mewled again, nodding again & whimpering as his index joined in, both fingers thrusting in & curling up, finding a little soft spot that made her gasp & grip his coat. He grinned, relishing the sight of the brunette lovely in her white crocheted minidress panting & grabbing onto him, her heels falling off & revealing curling little toes.

She took the initiative to press a kiss to his lips which he welcomed happily, moving his lips against hers masterfully. He let her muffle her sounds into the kiss before pulling back abruptly, making her whine in displeasure. He just grinned & pecked her cheek, advising. "Be a good girl, love. Stay quiet. Let me show you what fun we can have together." "Show?" She questioned, as her legs fell open a fraction wider to allow him better access. "Yes, dear. Like this..." He pecked her once more, cooing to the trembling miss. "You're so precious..."

Then he leant down & pulled his fingers out, pulled her panties off, pocketing them in the inner pocket of his coat & let his tongue explore her slit. She gasped & jerked slightly, hips tilting up, her wetness dripping down between her cheeks & onto an amp, giving Jimmy an idea. "Mmmm... So sweet..." His moans were muffled against her mound as her whimpers were against her hand. Meanwhile his slickened fingers ran between her cheeks and rubbed up against her tiny little puckered hole, prodding it. She gasped & shivered at the myriad of sensations hitting her at once. Was this sensory overload? "J... J... J... J-Jim... Jim... Jim-m-m-my?..." "Yes?" He asked before slurping her up & moving his tongue out & up her slit, giving her clit a few teasing licks, sucking it softly. Jaida's only response was a stutter. "M... My... My... My... My God..." As her fingers shifted to tangle in his wavy locks, holding him to his position between her legs, Jaida now laid flat against the amp. The only thing she could see when she lifted her head was the wall of amps behind a head of long, black hair between her thighs.

A voice that Jaida barely recognized as her own called out in a soft moan. "Jimmy... Jimmy... Jimmy, more... More... More... Ahhhh... Ah, close!" She cried out as his two fingers from his other hand come to replace his tongue, finding & hitting the same soft spot with thrusts that quicken with every second as his lips surrounded her clit, drawing on it as his tongue rolled & danced on the little button. Hearing muffled gasps & hiccupped cries, Jimmy looked up to see Jaida biting the collar of her dress which had moved towards her mouth as the dress had shifted to allow him access to her as of yet untouched sweetness. He grinned & tugged the waist of the dress, freeing the collar & giving him a better view of her decolettage as she sat up half-way, reclining back onto her elbows. "Jim... Jim... Jimmy... Ah-hahhh..." She gasped & winced trying to steel herself as his tongue fluttered over her clit, fingers curling and rubbing against her spot expertly.

Jimmy knew she was holding back. He could feel it in the clench of her walls & the contractions against his fingers.

"Jaida..." He panted in between more pinpointed attacks to all of her weak spots. Don't hold back... Cum... Cum... Cum for me, my girl..." She shook her head. "Can't..." He gazed at her curiously, pecking and tongueing her clit, still not giving up. "Why not, love? Why? Why? Yes you can!"

Again she shook her head before attempting to explain in a shy, quavering voice. "I... I can't... Jimmy, I... I... I think I'm going to scream..."

Jimmy reacted immediately. He wrenched off his tie & balled it up, bringing it to her lips, ordering her to. "Open." She parted her lips dutifully, willingly, allowing him to insert the wadded up silk inside. Jimmy then returned to zeroing in on her weaknesses, fingers curling to hit her g-spot & sucking as his tongue danced on her clit making those long legs of hers cross behind his back. X marks the spot. With that Jaida laid back down on the amp. Her fingers gripped at and sought purchase on his hair & the collar of his coat. A muffled sigh of his name left her lips as her hips lifted to meet his expert touch. And it was with hips lifting to meet him, wet slit grinding against his face, back arched, fingers gripping his coat and hair and toes curling that Jaida at last came hard into his mouth & around his fingers, emitting a small squeal that segued into a long low moan of his name, all muffled around his silk tie. "Jimmmmyyyyyy..."

Jimmy pulled back after slurping some of her release up, watching as the rest coursed down her thighs, cheeks and onto the amp & floor below. Never had his beloved Vox amp looked prettier. He removed his tie from her mouth allowing her to catch her breath & reform from the puddle she had become under his hands. He then guided one of her hands to cup his length over his trousers, rubbing it around before unzipping & letting his hardness fall free into her hand. "Mind helping me now, love?"

She could feel her face flushing as she allowed him to guide her to stroke him. Her hazy eyes locked on the sight of him with his wavy hair mussed and tousled, pink lips glistening with the fruits of his labor. "Jimmy..." She sighed as she saw him near her & rolled to her side. He bent down to kiss her, a kiss that made her head spin and her breath feel hot in her chest as his tongue flavored with her release flicked against hers. Then as he fell away she saw him rise & felt the head of his cock come to tap her lips, seeking entrance.

Permission granted.

Her lips instantly parted allowing the head to slide in along her tongue. Jimmy groaned lowly, petting & running his fingers through her hair as he cupped the back of her head & began to thrust carefully, guiding her in the rhythm he liked best. As her tongue lapped at his length & swirled around his head he groaned her name. "Jaida..." His right hand then drifted between her legs, swiping up some of her dripping release onto his index finger & sliding it between her cheeks to rim the tiny little entrance he found there.

Jaida whimpered around his thrusting length making him moan again. He soothed her, caressing & massaging her ass softly. "Shhh... Shhh... Shhh... Now now... Don't worry... Just roll onto your stomach, baby girl... Let me show you how... Let me know it's okay... Let me show you how.... Mmmm... Good I can make you feel..." To her surprise as soon as the words had passed his lips she had rolled onto her stomach as requested. "There we go! Now... Be a good girl, love..." He purred as he produced from his jacket a small bottle of oil he used to rub into his hands post show - among other post show activities - pausing & pulling out momentarily before oiling his fingers & dripping some on her, on his intended target & beginning to push carefully into her little puckered entrance between her full cheeks.

Jaida gasped at at the sudden chill of the oil. She half had a mind to let him fall from her mouth & question him as to where on earth the oil had come from. But the question was stolen from her along with another gasp of breath which was then released in a low mewl & a clench around his oiled finger as it inched inside. These mewls also hummed around his length, vibrating through it as she sucked, leading to Jimmy beginning to thrust faster into her mouth. "Shh... Shh... Shh... Be a good girl, love..." He repeated, clenching strands of her dark hair as he thrusted both into her mouth and her arse. "Be a good girl..." His voice then darkened considerably from its previous sweet & soothing tone as he growled. "Fuck! So fucking tight!"

His equally slick middle finger then joined the index in pushing inside the tight little hole. Jaida moaned and again clutched his jacket, her walls clenching on the exploring digits. She pulled away from his length, letting it fall from her lips to give out with tiny soft moans in between tiny soft pants. She - not wanting to upset him & also not wanting to stop herself - busied herself with fluttering kisses all along the length of his cock, her lips now glistening too with the fruits of her labor. Jimmy reacted with a smile & a soft coo. "We're almost there, dear. You're almost ready." Then tapping her lips with the head of his cock again, he repeated his earlier command. "Open..."

Again, on command her lips parted & allowed his cock to slide along her tongue into her mouth where she resumed her sucking & his hips resumed their thrusts, fingers now matching their pace. This caused her fingers to grip onto the frame of the amp as he then added a third oiled finger - his ring finger - inching all three inside carefully, before slowly building a rhythm, his hand clapping gently against her backside with each thrust. "Mmmm... Jaida... You're squeezing my fingers so tight. You must love this!"

Jaida's only response was to grip the frame tighter, walls clenching tighter around his fingers as she panted. Her lips also pursed tighter around his cock, sucking harder, making Jimmy jolt as a pang of heated pleasure radiated through his lower stomach, giving him a signal. Now was the time!

"Mmmm... I think you're ready now, love..." He groaned, reluctantly pulling away from her, his cock falling from her soft lips, twitching as the cool air hit it. He then slipped behind her, positioning her so her hips draped over the curve of his amp as his fingers too fell away from her heat, fingers quickly shuffling, stroking, slicking his cock in more of his oil before they were then quickly replaced by the head of his cock nudging against & then slowly pushing through her tight little hole.

Jaida grit her teeth as Jimmy inched forward. His large left hand cupped one round cheek, thumb pointing inwards towards his manhood that was slowly being engulfed into her almost impossible tightness and heat. He meanwhile was throwing his head back, eyes shut, mouth agape in nearly silent pleasure. His left hand shifted to pull her cheek open, giving him a better view of her taking him into her ass which he considered. "Bloody perfect..."

Finding his tie where he left it by her side, Jimmy once again scooped it up to bring it to her mouth. "Open." This time Jaida didn't automatically open her lips in silence. Instead, her lips parted in a shuddering gasp as Jimmy pressed more of his impossibly large & hard cock into her. Jimmy took this chance to push the silk wad into her mouth for her, stunning her & making her squeeze against him. Choking back a groan that he felt radiating from his toes, his voice came out in a hiss. "Quiet! You want them to hear you? You want them to find us? Me with me trousers undone and you with no panties on... Your skirt flipped up over your hips... Bent over my brand new Vox amplifier... With my cock in your tight... Mmmm... Tight... Tight... Tight... Little... Arse..." As his words dripped from his lips in a slow growling groan, his hips met hers at last before pulling back only to meet them again in a series of short, deep, thrusts that had her dripping still over his amp, toes lifting off the ground dangling in mid-air & curling.

Jaida shuddered & shook her head emphatically. "Good girl..." Jimmy grinned, continuing to feed her more of his cock, starting to pick up a slow, easy, chugging rhythm. He then stretched his body over hers, deepening his thrusts. His hands came over hers gently as she continued to clutch at the amplifier's frame, pinning her to the top. He grunted & groaned & growled low in her ear, pressing sweet hot kisses to her cheek, neck & shoulder.

Jimmy's legs pressed hers closed between them, making him groan at the now even tighter fit. He turned to regard the quietly mewling young girl with an amused grin. "Who's my cute little schoolgirl? Hmmm? Who's my sweet little schoolgirl? Huh? Who's Jimmy's cute, sweet, sexy little schoolgirl? Mmmm... With the hot, sweet, tight little arse? C'mon now... Who is it?" Listening closely as Jaida spit out the silk makeshift gag & heard her drawl out a low. "Meeeeeee~..." Jimmy just chuckled, pressing more kisses to the young girl's cheek. "Yes you are! Very good!" He then picked up a more rapid-fire rhythm, making Jaida gasp, the sensation making her lose her voice.

Partly due to the distinct height difference between them & partly just due to her being positioned so high up on the amp Jaida's feet were still in the air, her legs bending slightly, toes curling at his insistent thrusts. His hands were squeezing slightly over hers as she white-knuckled the amp frame still. All she could feel was him. Inside and out. His stomach pressed to her back, ruffled lacy silk shirt making the tiniest hissing sound as it slid against her bunched up crocheted dress. This hissing was only the background music to the sound of Jimmy himself. His mouth was right by her ear, pressing kisses to & nipping the shell as he panted, his breath hot against her already dewy skin.

He even let out with the odd low moan, growl or grunt right in her ear. The backbeat to all of this however was provided by the sound of their hips clapping softly as they met. "Fuck... Jaida... Baby... You're so perfect..." Jaida just whined lowly, glad the sounds of his bandmates with their girls - including Jeff with her sister Jenni - drowned it out for anyone but Jimmy. She moaned again tilting her head back onto his shoulder & whimpering, voicing a soft, trembling. "Jimmy.... Jim-my... Jim-m-m-my..." Again he soothed her, right hand coming down between her legs to pet her clit. "Shhh... Shh... Shh... Shh... Babygirl... Quiet... Hush... You're almost there, love... Almost... Mmmm... There..." With that his first two fingers slid inside her, curving to hit her spot & making her bite her lip & whimper quietly to imprison her moans, her breathing now coming as quickly as his.

He grunted as this caused her to clench around him even more, causing him to speak in a strangled voice. "Fuck... Jaida... Baby... I'm gonna... Gonna... Gonna... Cum... Fuck!... I have to see you!..." Pulling his fingers and cock out suddenly he turned her around until she was yet again on her back on the amp. Seeing him circle the base of his cock, she half expected him to stroke himself to completion. Instead, he guided his cock back between her cheeks & back inside of her as he called it. "Fucking hot, sweet, tight little arse..."

She hiccupped slightly, fighting back a cry. Her hand flew to her mouth to silence it, but was beat by his larger one cupping gently, yet firmly over her mouth as he again went about feeding her his entire sizeable length. Now she could see in the dim light who she had been taken captive by. His black hair was more than mussed, stray tendrils sticking to his face, all along his profile. His previously pale face had colored immensely, a swath of pink cutting across his cheeks & nose to match his almost unnaturally pink lips which were then curved in a serene if more than somewhat self-satisfied grin.

When his eyes which had been shut tight as he yet again slipped inside of her - inch by slick, hot, throbbing hard inch - opened they were glad to take in the sight of the younger, smaller brunette lovely panting & mewling low against his palm as she took him in willingly, just like a. "Good girl..."

Despite his continually silencing & muffling her cries, he couldn't help but sigh as finally their hips met. He then moved both hands to take hold of her thighs near the curve of her hips and that wonderful arse of hers he now loved so much. Pushing her legs up slightly, he pulled back & began to thrust into her, each meeting of their hips culminating in a soft clap that seemed to echo in her mind. As did the purring of his voice as he sighed. "Jaida... Mmmm... My girl..."

With his hand having left her mouth to first cup & then clutch at her arse again, holding her in such a way as to change the angle yet again, Jaida was left with no recourse but to bring her right hand - loosely balled into a fist to her mouth & bite down on her index finger's knuckle. Her other hand reached down to hold onto his wrist as he began to speed up. She clutched it as if for stability, feeling as if she were falling apart. He was nearly lost in his own pleasure but still felt her thighs clench, they along with her hand around his wrist matching how her still almost impossible tightness clenched around his insistently thrusting cock. He grunted & opened his previously tightly shut eyes, his gaze being met with the sight of the lovely Jaida - HIS lovely Jaida - biting her finger momentarily before she let her hand fall away. Her eyes were closed, face flushed & she seemed adrift in a sensation he recognized as matching his own: Unimaginable, Indescribable Pleasure.

He dropped his hold on her hips, letting her legs go free. Free to wrap around him as they then did, ankles crossing behind him yet again. X marks the spot. At that point, Jimmy's right hand came between them again, first two fingers slipping back inside her, curving towards her spot once more, thumb strumming at her clit yet again. She felt the cry coming & bit her finger again trying to fight it or at the VERY least muffle it. Through her eyelids she could see a shadow come across, blocking what dim light she could previously make out. Peeking out from her tightly shut eyes, she peered straight ahead & was met by the sight of a heavy lidded, flushed Jimmy panting above her.

His hair flopped over his face, becoming a curtain for her as well. "Jaida... Fucking perfect arse... So fucking perfect..." He gasped as he pounded faster into her still. Her response was to once again let her hand fall from her mouth, heavy lidded gaze centered on him as she panted, back beginning to arch slightly.

Jimmy snapped. He seared a kiss onto her already kiss swollen pout, grunting & groaning into her mouth as she kissed back weakly, overcome by everything he'd been doing to her. Her senses now well and truly overridden. She quickly fell in line, her tongue rolling against his, mewls & whimpers being swallowed by his lips & covered by his own low growls. Her fingers came to nestle in his hair, tangling in his locks as she sighed his name. "Jimmy..."

Jimmy replied with a grunt as his hips took on a frenzied pace. The soft claps coming quicker now, thrusts more insistent. This made her legs tighten around him yet again, the "X" being pressed against his back, toes curling so hard her feet were arched.

It was like this that they came. Jaida first, mewling into his mouth before breaking the kiss to arch into his arms, her head tilting back as she panted, gasping once & shuddering as a wave of pleasure overtook her, that wave soaring throughout her body & making her release flood his curling, searching, prodding fingers, once again dripping down her cheeks, onto the amp & floor below.

Jimmy then followed suit, pressing kisses to her neck, muttering obscenities, repeatedly complimenting her on her "hot, sweet, tight fucking little arse...", repeatedly telling her how close he was and that he intended to finish in it, saying.

"Jaida... Gonna cum, love... Gonna cum... Gonna cum... Gonna cum... I'm gonna cum... Gonna cum right inside your perfect... Bloody amazing... Fantastic... Magnificent... Hot... Sweet... Tight fucking little arse..."

Indeed after a few more rapid-fire thrusts, Jimmy groaned as he came hard, shooting streams of hot cum deep inside her as her walls clenched around him, milking him dry.

He then carefully pulled out, letting her legs fall from around his waist. After which he dipped down to lick her dripping slit clean of her release, making her moan as her legs draped lazily over his shoulders. He also took a special pride & pleasure in watching as his cum dripped out from the tight little hole between her cheeks... The hole he had just taken & claimed as his own that night.

[delos-mio]

Death of a Bachelor - Part 12

A/N: here we are! no major warnings i don’t think besides some angst and a lil bit of sexy talk? let me know your thoughts/feelings/predictions etc! love you all mucho.

Somehow, you agreed to let Logan take the private jet to Milwaukee. You originally insisted you buy tickets, since you invited him after all, but he wouldn’t hear it. But you suspected he just didn’t want to fly commercial more than anything. Your first PJ experience was a good one. It was nice not having to wait for a connection or feel like you were sitting on top of some sweaty old man jammed in a seat next to you. Though, you were still sitting on top of someone on this flight- it just happened to be Logan and without prying eyes to interrupt your initiation to the Mile High Club.

When you landed, there was a rental car already waiting for you. Logan grabbed your luggage and loaded up the trunk as you took your seat and texted Emily to let her know you were on your way. You smiled at Logan as he sat in the driver’s seat and started up the SUV. He turned to you, eyebrow arched, but a smile on his own lips.

“What?”

“I’m just really glad you’re here,” you confessed. Logan leaned over the arm rest to place a kiss on your forehead.

“Me too, princess. Now, where to?” he grinned, pulling away from the tarmac.

Emily and Elliot lived in the Northpoint neighborhood just on the north end of downtown proper. Logan couldn’t believe it was only a 20 minute drive from the airport, even going through downtown traffic. He was so used to the congestion around LAX and spending hours stuck on the freeway that this felt like a vacation in and of itself. You pulled up and parked in front of their small house, taking a deep breath as the engine shut off.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this? I understand if you wanna just kick me out and speed back to the airport,” you joked, hopefully hiding how scared you really were of making this very real thing between you and Logan somehow even more real.

“Sweetheart,” he said, reaching to push your hair back from your face, “I love you. And if you haven’t noticed, I’m kind of in the market for a new family. So.” You both laughed and you kissed him once before getting out of the car.

As soon as your feet hit the paved walkway up to their front door, Emily was bounding out to you, slamming her body into yours full force. The momentum made your knees buckle and you tumbled to the front lawn with her clinging to you. You could hear Logan laughing somewhere vaguely behind you.

“Hi,” Emily said finally.

“Get the fuck off me,” you grumbled as she laughed, helping you up to your feet again. You gave her a real hug this time before grabbing Logan’s hand as he approached. “Em, this is Logan. Logan, Emily,” you introduced quickly. Ever the gentleman, Logan leaned in and kissed her cheek hello and gave her one of his signature smiles.

“It’s really nice to finally meet you,” he said.

“Yeah, I’ve been hearing so much, it’s nice to put a face to the name. Come in, come in!” she waved, helping with your bags and leading you inside.

“Where the FUCK is my sis?” You heard a loud, deep voice the minute you dropped your bags on the floor. Elliot peeked around the corner and saw you, opening his arms wide. You gave him a big bear hug. He’d always been good to your sister, which made you his biggest fan. “It’s so good to see you. Missed ya.”

“Missed you too, stupid. Elliot, this is Logan,” you said, letting the two shake hands.

“Glad you guys are here. You know the way to your room,” Elliot said, clamping his hand on your shoulder. “Need any help?”

“Nah, I think we have it.” You grabbed your bags and nodded your head down the hallway, asking Logan to follow you. The guest bedroom was a small room tucked at the end of the hall with a window along the front of the house. When you heard the door shut, you turned to face Logan, his face light as he looked you over. “I know it’s not a penthouse suite,” you started, popping yourself up on the foot of the bed, “but do you think you can stand a weekend among the common people?”

Logan placed his hands on the inside of your thighs and parted them, allowing himself to stand between your legs. “You don’t give me nearly enough credit,” he said, leaning down to kiss you softly. You smiled against his lips. “Besides, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to spend the weekend with you.”

“Aw, babe,” you gushed in exaggeration. Logan groaned and rolled his eyes.

You spent the rest of the afternoon drinking and getting to know each other. Logan had made it known early on that he wanted to take everyone to dinner before Emily and Elliot had to meet with the photographer, so you got changed out of your travel clothes into a tight dress you knew Logan liked and got ready to head down town. The whole drive to Harbor House, Logan barely kept his eyes on the road, his gaze pulled to the line where your dress ended on your thighs.

“Up here, on the left,” Emily pointed from the back seat, directing Logan the last stretch of the way. When you pulled up to the valet, Emily and Elliot stepped out quickly and made their way inside while Logan came over to your door to let you out. But he blocked your exit for a moment.

“You look breathtaking, sweetheart,” he murmured low in your ear, his hand sliding over the top of your thigh, “but you’re not playing fair.”

“How so?” you asked innocently, grabbing his wrist. You slowly slid his hand under the hem of your dress, letting his deft fingers graze the spot between your legs where your panties should be. Logan let his eyes roll back slightly as he ran a single finger through your soft folds. “Now, are you going to help me out or just stand there?”

Logan’s jaw dropped open as he drew in a sharp breath, finally pulling his hand back out and offering it to help you out of the car. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Hope not. I really like you,” you shrugged as you walked into the dining room hand in hand.

Harbor House had a long wine list, which always made Logan happy. He ordered a bottle for the table and made sure everyone had a full glass before proposing a toast. “To Emily and Elliot and their upcoming nuptials,” he said, raising his glass as they kissed before taking a drink.

“And hopefully you guys are next!” Emily chirped excitedly.

“Emily!” you scolded, trying to kick her under the table. “Jesus Christ,” you muttered, taking a long drink of your wine. You felt Logan’s arm come around the back of your chair, rubbing your arm tenderly. Thankfully, the comment seemed to roll off Logan’s back. There were plenty of men out there where a joke like that would send them running for the hills, but Logan stayed planted next to you.

“So, Logan, what do you do?” Elliot asked innocently. Fuck. You’d failed to mention any of the Delos drama to Emily; you’d been so concerned with helping Logan heal that you didn’t feel the need to divulge any more details than absolutely necessary. But when you peeked at Logan’s face, fearing his reaction, he was completely composed with a small smirk on his lips.

“Funny you should ask,” he started. “I guess I’m unemployed at the moment. Huh, sounds weird when I say it out loud.”

“Sorry, man. I didn’t mean to—” Elliot quickly interjected, but Logan waved off his apology.

“It’s fine. It’s not a big deal. Now I can do what I want, which isn’t something I was always allowed to do in my previous position.” Logan took another drink. “Besides, it also means I have time to jet set off to Wisconsin at the drop of a hat.” He looked over to you fondly, squeezing your shoulder.

“He’s been working on some project,” you said before tearing off a piece of bread. “I have no idea what it is, but it’s been keeping him plenty busy.” You were still trying to feel around and find out what the fuck he had up his sleeve, but he wasn’t breaking any time soon.

“Patience, love.” Logan leaned over to kiss your temple, telling you it was time to stop bringing it up for the evening.

“So tomorrow, our appointment is at 1 and I was thinking we could do brunch with the rest of the girls,” Emily said, trying to change the subject.

“Yeah, that sounds good. What are you boys going to do to stay out of trouble?” you asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I never get in trouble!” Elliot scoffed in faux offence.

“Yeah, but he does,” you joked, nodding towards Logan.

“The Bucks have a day game tomorrow if you’d want to go. Invite the rest of your groomsmen too if they don’t already have plans,” Logan suggested. Elliot’s jaw hit the table at the offer.

“I can’t let you do that, man. That’s too much.”

“Nah. Consider it my bachelor party for you,” Logan grinned.

“’Cause that makes me feel so much better about you guys staying out of trouble,” Emily laughed accompanied by a roll of your eyes. “Better than the strip club, I suppose.”

“I wouldn’t rule that out just yet,” you smiled, glancing at Logan out of the corner of your eye. He had that devilish look that made your stomach flip over and over again. You felt his free hand run along the inside of your thigh, teasing you right back.

You enjoyed the rest of your meal and wine as the sun set over Lake Michigan. Everyone was getting along like they were old friends, which did your heart a lot of good. It was so important to you that not only Logan fit into your life, but that he knew that he was loveable in every way. As the last few drops of wine were poured into your glass, Emily checked her phone.

“Shit, we have to take off or we’ll be late,” she lamented, grabbing her bag. “Sorry we have to run out like this.”

“No worries! Do you need a ride or…” you started.

“We can grab a Lyft, that’s ok.” Elliot helped her into her jacket. “Thanks again, Logan. This was too much.”

“It’s my pleasure,” he smiled.

“See you back at home?” she asked, turning back over her shoulder and you nodded. With that, they disappeared from the restaurant, leaving you and Logan alone for nearly the first time since you arrived.

“I’ve been so good all night, sweetheart,” he purred low in your ear. “When do I get to play with that perfect pussy of yours?” he asked sweetly, voice only loud enough for you to hear. Logan placed a kiss on your jaw as his fingers danced around the hem of your dress.

“Buy me a drink and watch the sunset with me. Then who knows? There may or may not be single stall bathrooms here,” you teased, letting your hand just barely ghost over the growing bulge in his pants. There was a sharp hiss as he took in a quick breath, laughing quietly.

“You always make it seem like I’m the pervert, but I don’t know,” he said, rising from his seat and taking your hand to help you up. “I think you’re the dirty one. My perfect, dirty girl,” he smirked before giving you another kiss.

You grabbed drinks from the bar and went out to the deck where other patrons were talking and watching the sun paint the water reds and oranges as it began to set. Logan placed his hand on the small of your back and you couldn’t help resting your head on his shoulder. Here you were, back in your hometown, with the man of your dreams. You were certain you’d never been as happy as you were in this moment. Logan looked just as perfect in the Midwestern sun as he did out by the ocean. There was nowhere else you wanted to be than sipping on strong drinks with him.

“Can I tell you something?” you asked quietly.

“You can tell me anything.”

“I—” you started, but your voice dropped off as a figure drew your attention from the corner of your eye. He turned to look at you, likely sensing that someone was staring. His head cocked to the side and you could see him laugh a little. “Fuck.”

“What is it, princess?” Logan asked, sensing your sudden discomfort.

“Theo’s here.” Theo. The Ex. You hadn’t seen him since you moved out to LA. You liked it that way. Seeing him now didn’t stir up anything old or lingering in you, but it made you nervous all the same. It had been years since you broke up. There was no way he’d come talk to you, right? But then he began walking towards where you stood with Logan, who had moved his hand from the small of your back to wrap around your waist a little more possessively.

“I didn’t think I’d see you again, especially not out here with all us cheese heads,” Theo laughed, moving in to embrace you. This proved difficult as Logan made no effort to release you. You gave him an awkward one-armed hug before pushing away.

“Um, yeah. Logan, this is Theo,” you said anxiously. Logan just nodded once at him, his dark eyes sizing him up from head to toe. You knew Logan wasn’t intimidated by anyone, but you could feel the jealously oozing from his pores.

“Wow. So not only are you in Milwaukee, but you’re here with a…what? Boyfriend? Husband?” he probed, clearly relishing a bit in your discomfort. So, this was a friendly reunion after all, it seemed.

“Not that it’s any of your business…” Logan muttered under his breath in a monotone, annoyed Theo was still talking to you.

“Logan,” you warned quietly.

“You think you got her figured out?” Theo half laughed. “Good luck with that. She’s not gonna let you in. That is, if she doesn’t leave you for work before that. That’s the only thing you’ve ever loved after all, right? Isn’t that what you said to me?”

“Why are you being such a dick? There’s no point in relitigating something that happened like a million years ago,” you scoffed. He wasn’t wrong, per se. You definitely said some fucked up things to him when you broke up. But you’d just assumed he had moved on like you had. It was nearly ten years ago, after all. Logan’s grip loosened as he stepped closer to Theo.

“You’re upsetting my girlfriend. I think you need to fucking go,” Logan commanded, firm in his tone.

“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, dude,” Theo spat back, taking a step closer to Logan. The two were nearly chest to chest and if you knew Logan at all, you knew he was about 10 seconds from nailing Theo in the jaw.

“I’m the guy that’s fucking the one you let get away, so don’t make me tell you again to get the fuck out of our faces,” Logan yelled, letting venom seep in his words. His fists were gripped on the lapels of Theo’s blazer, holding his attention aggressively.

“Logan!” you screeched. That was enough to get his attention back on you. You were mortified and he could see it all over your face. Theo also took note of your expression and chucked a bit to himself.

“Have fun on the couch, buddy,” Theo winked before slinking back to wherever he came from.

“Baby, I’m—” Logan started, reaching out to grab your hand. But you’d crossed your arms before he could make contact.

“Take me home. Now.”

“Sweetheart…”

“Now, Logan.” You were over it. Yes, Theo had stepped out of his lane completely, but you didn’t need Logan to fight your battles and you certainly didn’t need him yelling vulgarities about you for everyone to hear. Logan got the car from the valet and waited for you to climb in next to him before heading back towards the house.

The majority of the drive was spent in icy silence. You were still fuming and now Logan’s indifference to discussing what just happened was making you even angrier. You leaned your head against the window and followed the line of trees outside to keep yourself from exploding at Logan. As you got closer, Logan finally cleared his throat to speak.

“Princess, will you please talk to me?”

“Hm…would you like to talk about your pissing contest with my ex or completely humiliating me by screaming about fucking me to a patio full of strangers?” you said, only looking at him out of the corner of your eye.

“Listen, I’m sorry. I just…” he started. “It fucking pisses me off hearing people talk to you like that. I can’t help my reaction sometimes.”

“Well, you need to try! Logan, you can’t just fight every guy who looks at me or calls me a shitty name. Not to mention, it’s completely disrespectful for YOU to talk about me like that too,” you sighed. Logan had pulled into the spot in front of the house and shut the engine off. You let yourself out and started heading inside.

“Baby,” he called out and you turned back to look at him over your shoulder, tears forming in your eyes.

“Just give me a minute, ok?” With that, Logan followed behind you inside. You hightailed it back to your room and flopped on the bed.

Logan shut the front door behind him, watching as you stormed down the hall. He let out a long sigh and ran his hands over his face. When he looked up, Elliot was sitting at the island in the kitchen, snacking on some cheese. The two locked eyes and Elliot motioned for Logan to come join him. Logan could use some company at the moment seeing as normally, something like this would send him to the bar or the strip club. He figured this was a healthier outlet.

“Everything good?” Elliot asked, pushing the plate out towards him.

“Yeah,” he lied. “I kind of embarrassed her after you guys left.”

“What happened?”

“Theo was there,” Logan started. Elliot made a wide eyed face, looking down toward the plate of cheese. “Yeah, exactly. And the kid was just being a fucking dick so I got all territorial and crass and…yeah. She’s not happy with me right now.”

“That kid ain’t shit anyways. She tries to be tough and all business, but as I’m sure you know, she’s a big softie deep down. She’ll forgive you,” he smiled.

“Maybe, but should she? Sometimes I just feel like…” Logan stopped and shook his head laughing to himself. Here he was, talking to a guy he just met today like they were old friends. But Logan didn’t have many friends back home and it felt nice to have a guy to talk to who already knew you well. “I love her so much. Before I met her, I didn’t think I’d ever fall in love. And, I don’t know. I get scared she’s going to figure out that she can do a lot better than me.”

“I think we’re all scared of that, man. There are still days I can’t believe Em is really going to marry me. It feels like I tricked her, you know?” The two of them laughed and Logan nodded. “But I know it’s because she loves me as much as I love her. Trust me, I get it. But between you and me? She wouldn’t have invited you here if she wasn’t serious about you.”

“You think so?” Logan asked.

“She’s a tough bitch. And I mean that in the most loving way. I’ve known her a long ass time and, yeah. You wouldn’t be here if she didn’t absolutely want you here.” Elliot took a drink of his beer and smiled at Logan.

“I think I should go do a better job apologizing,” Logan laughed. “Thanks. For listening. I’ll see you in the morning?”

“You got it, brother,” Elliot nodded.

Logan knocked softly on your bedroom door. When you didn’t answer after a moment, Logan let himself in. You were curled up on your side, nestled under the comforter, a little buzzed and half asleep. Logan changed out of his clothes from dinner and slid into the bed next to you. Tentatively, he reached around your stomach, pulling you close so your back was pressed to his chest. Once he realized you weren’t pulling away, he nuzzled into your hair before pressing a kiss to the spot just below your ear.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered low in your ear. “The last thing I want to do is embarrass you. You’re my whole world and I’m sorry I acted like a dickhead.”

You rolled around in his grip to face him, your fingers coming up to trace along his jaw. “I’m sorry too. I know it’s not fun to run into someone’s ex. I know you were just trying to defend my honor,” you joked and Logan finally cracked a smile. “I love you.”

“I love you, princess,” he breathed out, tracing circles on the bare skin of your back. “Can this be the part where we kiss and make up?” he asked, his lips just centimeters from yours. You laughed and nodded, Logan’s lips on yours the second you said yes.

[kplr-radio]

Broadcast: Angelo Divine, 01/16/19

[Achy Breaky Heart Billy Ray Cyrus]

Angelo: Good morning, Kepler, this is 103.5 KPLR Radio, and that was “Achy Breaky Heart” by Billy Ray Cyrus. I hope y’all are doing well on this fine Wednesday morning. I’m here in the studio, drinking some coffee, and I’m excited for the day! Let’s get into the news, shall we? Traffic is still great, there’s still some ice on the roads but y’all seem to deal just fine with that. Weather is getting cloudy, with a chance of rain or hail this evening going on into tomorrow morning. The local hockey team, the Kepler Cosmos, is going against our bitter rivals, the Snowshoe Swans, this Friday, so be sure to get your tickets and support them. As is usual for Wednesdays at this point, I don’t have much news to report. At least, not officially. Why don’t I put on some songs to give y’all time to think, and when I get back I’ll take y’all’s calls on anything weird or creepy you saw these past few days. This is “The Gambler” by Kenny Rogers.

[The Gambler Kenny Rogers] [The Devil Went Down To Georgia Charlie Daniels Band] [Seven Year Ache Rosanne Cash]

Angelo: Alright, that was “The Devil Went Down to Georgia” by the Charlie Daniels Band, followed by “Seven Year Ache” by Rosanne Cash. Let’s see, who’s first?

Caller: Angelo, I was in the woods and I got like really high, and I saw a deer but I was so high I thought it was a pony! And then the deer didn’t expect me to be there, think I surprised it or some s*** and it freaked the hell out, backed up and then... and then it opened its freaking wings, man! I was hallucinating a LOT! Oh my gosh, it looked like that yellow one, that thing in my little pony like a Pegasus and it was CRAZY! LIKE, ACTUAL FEATHERED WINGS! Holy s***! And I screamed and went backward a couple steps and I then I started backin’ away saying like “oh my god, it’s Fluttershy don’t kill me Fluttershy!” And I think that pissed it off! It was like the deer looked so… It looked so, so pissed. like, it glared at me. it started staring me down with its little eyes and then f****** CHARGED and I ran SO FAR, right outta the forest. I had a near death experience with a deer with wings and it hates me now because I called it My Little Pony. Oh god angry deer. Pegasus. Degasus. How’s that Angelo, what’s that about?

Angelo: Oh, wow, that’s… something. I’ve never heard of a deer pegasus before. I’ll, uh, I’ll look into that and get back to you. I hope you’re okay, wherever you ended up, hopefully you’re safe now. I’d recommend not going back, wherever that was, and maybe just staying away from drugs for a bit. Uh, who’s next?

Caller: Hey, I was out with my nephew yesterday and I saw this real big bird just standing and staring from on top of the Pizza Hut sign. Couldn’t really tell what it looked like, it was way high up, but it had black feathers and big yellow eyes. Real mean-lookin’ guy. Ominous, almost, like you know how the black birds are omens? Yeah, I dunno. But considering what’s happened to that sign in the past, it seems a little scary, y’know?

Angelo: Well, that doesn’t sound good. Maybe stay away from the sign for a while, if you can. Hopefully the bird will go away and not knock it down. I gotta brush up on my “omens and auguries” notes, maybe those’ll have an explanation. Or maybe it was just a month late? Anyways, thanks for calling! It looks like that’s all the calls we got for now. I’ll play this PSA from our local Forest Service rangers, and then we’ll get back to the music.

[PSA Transcript: Hey y’all, this is Ranger Divine, reminding you of some winter safety tips. Number one: If you intend to go off of the main roads for any reason, you need to have snow chains on your tires. I can’t tell you how many calls I get saying someone tried to go down an uncleared dirt road and ended up getting stuck. I won’t put you on blast, but one of you has done it three times, and we can’t keep doing this. Number two: please don’t try to go out on any frozen bodies of water. We test them every day, and they’re not safe for recreational activities. We can’t have any of y’all drowning or getting hypothermia because you thought it would be fun to skate on an unregulated pond. That’s what the skating rink is for, folks. Number three: Plan ahead. If you know you’re gonna be out in the cold, bundle up as much as you can, and bring water. It may seem like this damp winter is all you need, but it makes it even easier to get dehydrated. Alright, that’s it, have fun y’all, be safe!]

[Fancy Reba McEntire] [Friends In Low Places Garth Brooks] [Wide Open Spaces Dixie Chicks]

Angelo: That was “Fancy” by Reba McEntire, “Friends In Low Places” by Garth Brooks, and “Wide Open Spaces” by Dixie Chicks. And an important reminder from Ranger Divine, AKA my sister. Don’t worry sis, I won’t embarrass you on air. Speaking of embarrassing though, it’s time for Angelo’s Advice Hour! Call in with your questions and I will answer them with the objectively correct advice.

[Disclaimer: Angelo Divine is not qualified to answer most questions definitively. All answers are purely conjecture and Angelo Divine is not liable for any negative results that may come from following his advice.]

Angelo: Alright, here’s our first struggling citizen, what can I help you with today?

Caller: Angelo, it’s me Bonnie again. How do you make friends with people? You’re like, really good at it. Also you’re doing amazing buddy, you’re so great at this show!

Angelo: Well, thank you, Bonnie. Honestly, I think I have an advantage, having grown up here in Kepler. You end up getting to know everybody in a small town like this. But really, it’s about finding something in common. And also it’s important to accept that some friendships just won’t be that deep. Sometimes a friend is just someone who’s always at the store at the same time as you, and you make small talk about your week. It’s about going in with no expectations and learning in real-time what to expect from someone. I hope that helps! Let’s see who’s next.

Caller: Angelo, do you have any recommendations for hot drinks or comfort foods for when you really need to relax? Had a really tiring past couple days. Thanks.

Angelo: I’m sorry to hear things haven’t been going well for you. My go-to is usually some kind of fancy coffee, but I’ll also drink a hot chocolate. And as far as food goes, I usually get some kind of pastry or something, or— okay, this is random, but those little sourdough pretzels you get in the barrel thing? I love those. And you can eat them with dips, too, like I’ll eat ‘em with my favorite spinach dip. That got a little off-track, but hopefully at least one of those recommendations was helpful. Let’s take a quick break, and then I’ll answer some more quandries. This is “High Note” by Mavis Staples.

[High Note Mavis Staples] [Jolene Dolly Parton] [Take Me Home, Country Roads John Denver]

Angelo: That was “Jolene” by Dolly Parton followed by “Take Me Home, Country Roads” by John Denver. Hello advice-needing listener, you are on the air!

Caller: Angelooooo, how do you deal with crushes?

Angelo: The age-old question. I’m assuming “deal with” means murder, right? You can’t have any vulnerabilities out there. Let’s see, I’d say seduce them to your home for a romantic dinner, and then poison the wine. No, I’m kidding. I mean, I’d say the best advice is “talk to them” but I know it’s not that easy. Depending on their schedule and yours, try to spend time with them, and be prepared to take no for an answer. A lot of the time, unless you’re making your romantic intentions very clear, people just might not want to hang out or they’re otherwise busy. Even if your intentions are clear, they might either not like you or just aren’t ready for a relationship. I’m gonna say, unless you’re being creepy, nine times out of ten it’s not personal when you get rejected. Alright, who’s up next?

Caller: Hey Angelo it's Cat. I know you said to stop doing this but I freaked out again— he stared at me for a solid three minutes unblinking what was I supposed to do?—  And am hiding in an undisclosed location. Again. So my question is: how do you deal with a scary co-worker?

Angelo: Cat, come on, he’s not even that scary. He’s honestly probably just messing with you. The trick is to scare him back. You gotta start leaving creepy messages on his desk, maybe draw a skull on a to-go cup full of coffee, that kind of thing. I mean, I just ruined those two things ‘cause now he’ll know I said that, but you know what I mean. That’s how you earn his respect. Anyways, looks like that’s all we got time for, I’ll play you all some music before I sign off for today. This is “Old Town Road” by Lil Nas X, and yes, this song is a country song.

[Old Town Road Lil Nas X] [If I Could Only Win Your Love Emmylou Harris] [Live a Little Kenny Chesney]

Angelo: Alright, that’s it for me today, I’ll see you all tomorrow. Real quick before my producer cuts me off I’m gonna plug my podcast “Scary Stories LLC,” it’s a horror comedy podcast where I have a different guest on each episode and we try and pitch a horror movie based on titles that were suggested by listeners. Okay I gotta go, have a good day, this is 103.5 KPLR Radio.

[noscorpsaladerive]

LRA Korea Write Up!!!  This is so freaking long and rambly and fangirly but here we go

So obviously spoiler alert, I’ll mark the appropriate parts with trigger warnings, and also I don’t speak any Korean so obviously I missed a lot of stuff

Okay so first off the theater and stage itself were pretty damn small especially in comparison to the 4000 seat Palais des Congrès in Paris but they def made that stage work for them.  The back of the stage was curved in and had steps going all the way around, a screen above the steps with projections, etc, and a couple of entrances for actors.  They had some minimal set pieces, but the coolest part was the like celestial pattern they had on these giant moving screens that they used for a curtain as well as for backdrops for some of the scenes.  Tbh the costumes weren’t like mind blowing like you could tell they didn’t have the biggest budget but they worked and none were so ugly or awful that it took me out of the story.

So the show starts in a similar way with Merlin and the Dragon, but it was really cool bc the part (i assume at least) where the Dragon mentions the king’s son Arthur pops up at the top of the steps!  As the knights are slowly appearing for the tournament and start fighting, Arthur actually sings part of Je me relève???  Which imo is brilliant???? Anyways it gets down to just Meleagant and as he goes up to try and pull Excalibur from the stone, he sings part of Un Nouveau Départ which is also brilliant????  This production did a great job of establishing and maintaining musical themes for characters and i was living for it.

Anyways Arthur does the thing and yay he’s king now but wait side note Han Jisang who played Arthur was SO FUCKING GOOD.  Like he captured Arthur’s transition from a boyish squire to a grown ass adult king so beautifully and wonderfully it was truly incredible.

Okay so now it’s Advienne que pourra time and holy fuck.  Holy f u c k.  Kang Hongseok was the perfect Meleagant.  I’d link it but I’m on mobile but you can see his Advienne que pourra in the King Arthur press call around the nine minute mark and he just fucking k i l l s it.  Also there were no sword dicks in the choreography so it’s automatically better.  And the projection1!!!  They had a sun up from the beginning bc the Dragon had appeared in the sun but it was still up for Meleagant but then during the bridge it’s eclipsed by the moon and it’s like ooooo symbolism for Meleagant’s feelings~~~

Side note i really really really loved the staging of this like so much of it made soooo much more sense than the french production and like I’m attached to the original because obvious reasons but that doesn’t mean it couldn’t‘ve been better.

The training scene with Gauvain was pretty similar as the original.  Merlin introduces the stag and the wolf again, and ngl the dude who plays the wolf has very nice abs so good for him for being motivated to work out like that lol.  Anyways i really liked the staging of Qui suis-je because Arthur still has his existential crisis but Merlin’s explanation of the Grail is less directed at him???  Like Arthur’s still on stage but he’s not listening and is working on training with Merlin’s brothers.  So it’s much less “I know you’re having a hard time but look at this shiny thing!” Than the french one.

They took out the Danse des guerriers battle dance number music but they did still have a dance battle!  At the top of the stairs they had Guenièvre and Léodagant being held prisoner by Méléagant and they showed Mélé like trying to be romantic ish with Guenièvre so establishing that connection was really nice. And Méléagant had a new song????  That was really short????? But i don’t think it matched any of the melodies of his other songs?????? I’m confused but intrigued.

Oooo what was really cool was how they did Arthur asking Meleagant to knight him.  Like in the french one it’s tense but i really felt the tension among the characters tonight it was sooo great oh my god.  But after Meleagant takes the sword, he sings a few lines of Advienne que pourra and then points the sword at Arthur’s neck and idk i just really liked it it was such a nice touch and maybe it was Hong Seok and the other actors reacting to him but there was a true sense of holy fuck no one knows what he’s gonna do next and Arthur had this look on his face like I’m prepared to die if this is my time and ugh i love them all so much ;alkdjfa;dk 

Okay next is Rêver l’impossible.  I liked our Guenièvre but I’d have to see her again to have a more detailed opinion of her lol.  I really loved this scene because one no pregnant handmaidens and two Arthur was being really cute and acting all in love with her and it was adorable and I love it.  Quelque chose de magique was more of the same like Han Jisang fucking killed it as Arthur like he was such a dork in love and I loved it.  And towards the end of the scene Méléagant walks on stage and looks at Guenièvre and Arthur and so you know he knows he’s lost Guinevere.

Un Nouveau Départ was great because Kang Hongseok is great and I love him.  They did have the dancers do body rolls which i found very amusing for some reason idk why a;dlkfajd;lfksd Next was my one complaint about the show and it’s that there was no transition whatsoever between Un Nouveau Départ and Au diable but maybe they had Guenièvre do that lyrically???  Still some sort of musical interlude in between would’ve been nice.  I did l o v e how they did the water for her arrival like she stood at the top of the stairs and they had blue fabric covering all the steps then they pulled it down as she started to walk down and the screen was doing these cool star projections and it was just so pretty.

RAPE TW for this next paragraph

Next was A l’enfant and Tu vas le payer.  Nothing really changed story wise but our Leia was soooo good and was such a great dancer.  And I noticed the lady playing the role of child Morgane in the story had such great expressions and body language and tbh the same can be said for the entire ensemble they were amazing. Anyways our Morgane was really amazing too her expressions were also soooo great and I’m running out of adjectives bc it’s three am a;ldkfjad;l but anyways the way things go down for these two songs is about the same in the french but the staging is different obviously like instead of the party scene it’s mostly Morgane jamming out with the ensemble then they roll Arthur and Guenièvre in on rolling platforms and then Morgane waves her arms bc magic and she does the same movements as Guenièvre so it looks like she’s controlling her which I thought was a cool way to do that.  Afterwards Arthur is obviously very distraught but instead of Merlin being like “you have bigger problems your people are dying” Arthur runs off stage to (hopefully) process what just happened so i appreciate that there’s that moment instead of just rushing on to the next thing.

Next was Guenièvre’s garden and Lancelot’s arrival, which was really cute bc her handmaidens blindfold Kay and have him try to find one of them and he ends up in Lancelot’s arms ;aldkfjsdl;k. And the way Kay tries to protect Guinevere was so freaking cute he kept throwing his arms up to protect her and she kept pushing them down then his arms would pop back up it was so cute ;ladkjfadlk

Si je te promets goes down pretty much the same, but what’s interesting is afterwards Merlin shows up and is like hey your people are dying and that’s when they have Délivre-nous!  They also had ensemble member solos instead of just one singer which i thought worked really well.  And Arthur’s moving among them and he tries to reach out to help them as they fall dying and i just love the staging so much like from the very beginning with the dude who rushes in to tell Arthur Méléagant is holding Guenièvre and her father captive you can just tell Arthur is so concerned about caring for his people and i love him so much ;alkdjf;aldk 

After that song ends Arthur’s like hey we gotta fix this shit so he creates the round table then goes into Je me relève!!  Which was a lil creepy bc that’s the exact same idea i had in my own LRA rewrite and i was like fuck did they find my blog but it fucking works y’all!!!!  And they end Act I on that song and ugh it’s so beautiful i love it

Act II starts out with Dors Morgane dors but it’s not about her mother’s rape anymore, we think she’s talking about her plans for Lancelot, Guenièvre, and Arthur but that is to be confirmed.  They then show ARthur and Lancelot kicking ass and taking names which i liked that it showed Lancelot had buddies besides just crushing on Guinevere lol

Next was A nos vœux sacrés which holy shit y’all.  Holy shit.  Both actors are so freaking good and they both hit high notes at the end of the song and i died and went straight to heaven it was sooooo amazing ;alkdjfa;ldskjfas;d also they did not paint Méléagant up like a war boy they had this like branch like mask thing??? It looked really cool omg

Next Lancelot and Guinevere had a short scene that led into L’amour quel idiot and i loved this staging so much!!!! Like instead of having him sing at their faces after the wedding he’s downstage singing and longing for Guinevere while she and Arthur are standing at the top of the steps getting ready for the wedding and i just love it so much y’all

The wedding scene didn’t have a song but Morgane sung Ce que la vie a fait de moi afterwards and holy fuck y’all i freaking died and went to heaven every time this Morgane hit a high note she was soooooo good y’all.  So fucking good.

I don’t really remember much about le Serment d’Arthur prob bc i know they changed things but language barrier so I’m not 100% sure how it changed rip

Faire comme si was good but I’m so attached to the french staging of that song i still miss it ;alkdfjsad; one thing that i really really loved and preferred in this one was Lancelot and Guinevere don’t really touch??  It’s just longing gazes and at one point they touch hands and Lancelot like freezes like oh fuck she’s touching me i can’t believe it but then Guinevere pulls her hand away and he just leaves his in the same spot for a second like he still can’t believe she touched his hand and ugh i loved it the lack of touching really upped the ante on the pining and it was sooo good a;ldfkjadfkl;

Next was another scene with Morgane and Méléagant where Méléagant starts out being all like you promised me!!! And then I *think* Morgane tells him something like be patient and explains her plan but once again Korean and changes so it’s mostly speculation

But y’all

Y’all

They had Morgane and Méléagant sing Mon combat

Like w h a t

But also y e s

I’m glad they didn’t just leave the song the way it is in the French version bc it doesn’t work very well where it is in the French one???  So I’m so happy they moved things around and tried to make things work better

Next up Merlin peaces out and Arthur?????  Sings a slow reprise?????? Of Quelque chose de magique??????? No clue what he says in the lyrics but i thought it was an interesting melodic choice to bring back in the moment Arthur loses his mentor

So Guinevere gets kidnapped and Kay’s the one who actually realizes she’s gone and who took her but Arthur decides to go after her himself???  Then it switches to Lancelot who’s looking for the Grail and they kept the phrase Wake Up in English bless them but he doesn’t find Guinevere’s handkerchief until partway through the song and Niel (the kid playing Lancelot) was really great??? Like it was so much fun watching him as Lancelot ugh

I don’t remember why but Arthur then has a reprise of Si je te promets jury is still out on what he’s singing about but will keep you posted

Yoooo nos corps à la dérive man.  So. Good.  I’m so in love with Hong Seok’s Méléagant he’s so great and i just ;lakdjf;alkdjfd but the set was so cool they had like all these white ribbons???  That Guinevere was attached to??? Which sounds weird but it was like part spider web effect part almost shattered mirror effect????  That’s not explaining it well but it looked really cool and avant garde ish and there was a significantly fewer number of random creepy skeleton projections so i was here for it

Major difference tho Lancelot shows up ready to throw down except he gets his ass kicked and is seriously injured???  And Arthur shows up but he just listens at first so I think that’s when he really figures out what’s up between Lancelot and Guinevere but then Arthur steps in and kills Méléagant (who sings a reprise of Un Nouveau Départ before being carried off into the afterlife) (rip in peace).  Arthur then leaves Guinevere and Lancelot alone while the latter dies and they sing a really sad reprise of L’amour quel idiot :(((( my son dying meant that Il est temps got cut but like they added soo many reprises and things it makes sense that they’d have to cut at least one song but still sad :(

Next Arthur talks with Morgane and I’m not entirely sure what was happening but it seemed like she was having a breakdown because of what happened and what she did to Arthur and Vanessa said that he said something like “Don’t turn into our mother” or something like that but she breaks down and spirits herself away while she and Arthur sing a reprise of Dors Morgane dors

Then it’s Tout est joué and Merlin is standing on the back of the steps while Arthur is in front of the closed screen so it was nice to have that kind of physical barrier present on stage to further emphasize that Merlin’s not gonna be helpful bc he’s now separated from Arthur rip

Next up was Auprès d’un autre which involved a lot less yelling and shit then the French version and holy shit Han Jisang fucking killed it (again) he was sooo great but Arthur lets Guenièvre go partway through the song and so the show ends with him by himself holding up Excalibur

At curtain call they sang some of Je me relève (i think) again and it was cute esp bc at the end everyone was holding a dramatic pose except Han Jisang was just quietly bopping and jamming to the instrumental outro by himself so everyone is dead still except Arthur who was just bopping along it was so cute ;alkdjf;alskdjf

Anyways it was amazing and they seemed to make changes to make the story make more sense which bless them for doing it but i loved it so much and i need to see it like a million more times it was so good a;ldskfjas;ldkfjads;lkfjasd;k