#just to see like. what the stats would look like for everybody

[thomas-the-goat-of-satan]

oh. Matt and Josh. notably eroded relationship, even by the time that you first get to play as Josh; bizarre, considering that by this point in the story, his relationship status with literally Every Other Character should be worse than the one he has with a guy that he hasn't even seen since chapter two. even if you decide to make The Worst Choices Ever, throughout The Entire Game, and even if you say that you prefer Matt over others during the therapy sessions, their relationship is Still the worst one that Josh has. the only other one that can rival it is the one he has with Chris, if you've went through the whole song and dance of punching Ashley and choosing to kill Josh. and also!! in the beginning therapy sessions, if you say that you dislike Matt the most, the conjured image of Dr. Hill that Josh cooks up Cannot Fathom Why. "but he's so nice?? and hot?? and sporty and strong?? maybe you're just intimidated by him. nothing else makes sense." you get a similar response if you say that you dislike Sam the most, funnily enough; the only major difference is that the word "handsome" is swapped out for "pretty." anyway. I am just. throwing this out there. as something to gnaw on.

[coconutdays]

seat taker

s. you have a crush on the smartest and sexiest guy in your lit class who happens to ride a motorcycle with spooky season around the corner. what ever might happen?

w.c. 10.6k

w. fem! reader, biker!geto! x reader , fluff!, smut! (its more so toward the end so u can read until it cuts off to that lol if u want)

a/n: based on this idea I posted about biker!geto from uni lol, I didn't really proofread so ill get to that sometime later after I shower and eat lol just wanted to get this out

"go sit next to him then."

you take a nervous gulp from your water bottle as you walk to your lit class. the effort was a bit clumsy considering you were using one hand to open and close it while the other held your phone, your friend on the other line.

"never, would I ever have the balls to do that. i may be confident but I am not as delusional as the caveman gym bro that took your seat so he could sit next to me in anthropology."

she laughs on the other end, a hysterical giggle at your backtalk.

"well then he's just gonna keep thinking you're creepy cause you stare."

you let out a haughty scoff, "as if I acknowledge his existence." a finger of yours goes up in the air, as if she could see you being a smartass about your discretion, "I never look at him. I only get in a glance or two when he asks the professor a question or when he raises his hand to answer a question."

"you're insane."

"unfixable." you sigh prettily and proudly before giving a more serious response to her first suggestion, "and it would be really awkward if I sat next to him either way. the class is packed and everyone has their assigned unassigned seats, the white haired guy that always sits next to him would probably push me off his seat if he ever saw me there."

"that is true. some girl did that to me in stats and I was like ??? have you not been sitting somewhere else this entire semester? pissed me off that I had to sit somewhere else and take someone's seat."

you're about five seconds away from your lecture hall door when you add to her complaint.

"right. and then that person looks at you funny cause you took their seat and then argh–its just a fucking domino effect." you turn around and take a step into the class, the sight before you bringing emphasis to the last words that you meant to finish off with, "fuck seat takers..."

"huh. what was that last part?"

your classroom is full. every one of the 200 seats are seemingly just taken. it's a sight you're not used to when you walk into class. normally, when you decide to go in, about half of the class is there, and you were starting to curse the fact that you gave yourself the luxury to finish the last of your reading for next week ahead of time. those ten minutes didn't seem like they'd make a difference, they sure do now...

with white haired guy sitting in YOUR seat.

its across the lecture hall from where he normally sits, next to Geto, who just so conveniently has an empty seat next to him, the only empty seat.

poker face, poker face, poker face.

it's all you repeat to yourself as you walk up the carpet steps to the row where Geto is sitting and try to continue the conversation with your friend.

there's no white noise, some people are typing away at their computers and others are chatting with the person next to them or near them, so it gives you room to explain yourself a little without being heard.

"everybody's already in class, and white haired guy is in my seat dude, and guess which seat isn't fucking taken." there's an edge to your voice, however it lays undetectable with your calm face.

"WAITTTTTTTT. AHAHA–"

you can feel your body heating up in nerves when you start walking between Geto's row, to the seat next to him.

"stop f/n. I am on the verge of committing a serious crime. I'm going to actually end up in handcuffs by the end of today. the–"

"AHAHAHAHAHAHA." She keeps laughing at you as you force yourself to not care that you're pulling out and sinking into the chair next to Geto. If he acknowledged you, you wouldn't have known, his mere presence something you deleted from your mind in order to process the current events before you right now.

a high pitched and drawn out HA is the last of her laughs you hear before she speaks again, "I basically manifested this for you. you should be thanking me."

"fuck your manifesting. I'm not excited for this." you don't care to filter your voice into a whisper, it stays at its normal tone even though you're next to Geto because he didn't even know what the conversation was about anyway.

you balance your phone between your shoulder and cheek while you begin to take out your iPad and journal for class.

"ask him for a ride on his motorcycle after heh." she pokes at you and you feel like you can hear her poking out her tongue in malevolence.

even though you're slightly grumpy at your predicament, you manage to make a comment accompanied by a sigh, "with the way midterms are looking, id need a different kind of ride."

"you can ask him for that too~"

"shut up, you menace."

"hehe," she strikes evilly, "well, I'll leave you to your class with your boyfriend."

"no, stop, the class doesn't even–"

"bye!"

and she hung up on you, leaving you to flip mindlessly through your notebook while you try to ignore the presence of the hot hot hot piece of sexiness next to you.

suguru geto has been at the forefront of your mind for weeks now. you had always slightly admired him from afar, considering your actual seat in the lecture hall was across the room from him. he was undeniably attractive, with his long black always tied up in a bun and clean outfits. and his intelligence, he was always one to garner thoughtful debates in class in response to the professors teachings. his calmness towards everything was enough to make you swoon at the thought go him being that patient with you too.

and his stupid motorcycle, the thing that made it all click for you.

you had been walking to the library after class to meet with your classmate to work on an anthropology presentation when you caught a glimpse–stare–of him getting onto a motorcycle and pulling a helmet over his head before he quickly rode off to wherever he was going. for some reason, it really got your gears grinding and wishing you could just jump this man and do some truly desperate things.

he was all you thought about after. none of the other cute guys in your classes could hold a candle to the being that is suguru geto, renouncing you into a pining mess that looked forward to every lit class–even though you pretended you didn't care for him.

god, what even was the point in all of this if you weren't ever going to make a move? if he just SPOKE to you first maybe you could get some rizz in–

"you have pretty handwriting."

"I–what?"

you perk up like a deer in headlights at the sudden voice of Geto, wondering if you're the one he's speaking to.

and he is, he's spinning a pen between his fingers while he looks at you, slightly gesturing towards the journal in your hands, your cursive covering the pages of it.

"oh!" you're still caught off guard, doe eyes in the face of his sudden and scary, to you, comment, "thank you. can't even read it sometimes though, it's like trying to understand another language when I have to study what I write after."

he smiles slightly at your comment, a whisp of his dark hair swaying near his right eye, "I think it'd be cool to try and translate."

you resist the urge to curl into a ball and wish he would just look away from you, but you persevere, holding out your journal to him.

"be my guest." you say without hesitance

he sets his pen aside when he grabs it, immediately flipping through the pages and starting to skim through your notes, his eyes moving side to side as he does. you get a good view of him while he goes about trying to decipher your writings. he's wearing a black shirt today, it's not exactly tight, but not loose either. it gives you the perfect view of his arms bulging a bit, his biceps' size is an eye sore for you.

he's wearing these black stud earrings too, only visible because of the bun that he keeps his long hair. you wish you could see how long his hair actually was sometimes, he had never worn it down to class.

"looks like I'm more versed in your cursive than you are." he glances at you, a faint smile on his lips

your eyebrows raise a little and your eyes widen, "what? you can read it?"

he closes the journal and slides it to your spot on the very long lecture table. geto then leans over to your side a bit, close to your ear, and starts to point across the room to his white haired friend.

"see that idiot with the pitch black glasses?"

the question sends chills down your spine, the proximity making your heart race.

"y-yeah."

"silver spoon baby. learned cursive when he was four and it's basically incomprehensible unless you've been sharing notes with him since high school."

a laugh flows out of your lips, etching a smile on your face. your shoulder slightly bumps into his chest from it before you turn your head to directly face his.

"and I'm taking it that you're well versed in his cursive then too?"

he looks at you with a slight dreaminess in his eyes, his height still domineering over you even if you were both seated next to each other.

"have to be, would have failed lots of class projects if I didn't"

you take the opportunity to poke about the whereabouts of his friend in your seat now that he's been mentioned.

"and why's he sitting over there then?" you blink up at him for a response

at this, geto sinks back to his original position on his chair, face a million miles away from yours now as he goes back to fiddling with his pen.

"he's...trying to flirt with the girl he's talking to right now." he shakes his head a little, although there isn't much of a disappointed look in his face, it's more entertained. he was probably used to his friend's antics by now.

"ah. at least it looks like she's into it." you dispense the weight of your head onto the palm of your hand as you look at his friend with him, "could not have been me."

"what?"

you don't turn to look at him as you respond, "this Andrew Tate gym bro took my friend's seat to sit next to me in my anthropology class the other day. tried speaking to me like those guys who swear all you need is a computer to become a millionaire. worst ninety minutes of my life."

you hear a puff of a laugh from geto

"I can guarantee you Gojo has better skills than that. he's probably talking about his Halloween party for this weekend."

you flip your head to look at him suddenly, "he's that guy?"

every big party that everyone talked about on campus was always held by Gojo. they had numerous amounts of beers and liquor bottles. always the best music, the best hookup stories, the best snacks, everything. you hadn't put a face to the name until now, although it should've clicked when you found out Geto's name. his was always being paired with Gojo, as some would put it, two pretty best friends.

geto could see the gears turning in your head and his eyes creased a little at your realization in a smile, "yea, that's the guy."

you're a bit taken aback by his confirmation and turn to take another look at gojo before looking back at geto.

amused, geto speaks again, "by all means, go for it, he's–"

you quickly shake your head and stretch out both your hands to frantically do the same, "no, god, no. i'm not into him. it's just I didn't know that was him. I always hear good things about his parties."

geto nods, "he has an affinity for making sure everyone has a good time. you ever been to one?"

you shake your head, "never, haven't had the chance to or been invited."

"you should go to the Halloween one." geto suggests, gesturing his pen in your direction before going back to spinning it around his fingers, "you know where it is?"

you shake your head again, now completely facing his direction, the attention you were giving to his friend gone and now placed on him.

geto gestures towards your journal and reaches for it, "may I?"

you nod, curious at what he was going to do.

he flips the journal and opens the very last page, guaranteed to be blank and begins writing something on it.

when he pushes it back to your side of the table, you can see what he's written now, an address.

"that's where the frat house is."

you wiggle your eyebrows a little at him, "you in the frat too?"

geto laughs fully this time and shakes his head, "no. I have my own apartment. that's just gojo's thing."

you acknowledge him and look over the address written on your journal, "I'll think about it. have to wear my costume somewhere right?"

"what is it?" he tilts his head curiously, genuine interest in what you would choose to dress up as.

you try to bite back the smile at the knowledge you have of your costume and choose to leave it up in the air for him, tapping your journal on his shoulder.

"now that is something for you to find out if you see me at the party."

just how it's entailed in mean girls, you dress up slutty for gojo's halloween party. you wore a playboy bunny costume, close to one of the sluttier things you can wear, but it's rare recently for girls to wear as opposed to the trendy fairy and angel costumes lately.

although it isn't exactly halloween yet, its the first out of the two parties gojo was holding in honor of the holiday. next weekend there would be another one on the actual day, but you didn't know if you'd go that one yet, you were going to see what this one was all about though.

you brought your friend with you, hooking her up with the address geto provided you because she had been aching to go to one of gojo's parties too.

your eyes light up when you see geto's sleek black motorcycle parked near the garage as the both of you walk to the door.

"god, there's so many people inside." your friend all but screeches in excitement and you would too if it weren't for the nerves of impending doom that geto, your everything crush and classmate, was going to see you wearing this.

the chills that come from the thought make you rub your shoulders for heat as you walk inside and the blaring of the music becomes even more booming now that it isn't being shielded by the walls of the house.

"where do you think the drinks are?" you try to speak up, a trace of small worry at bumping into geto laced in your voice.

she raises her head up and looks around to see where she could spot the alcohol until she starts dragging you by the hand, "the kitchen is over here I think!"

she pushes the both of you past clusters of people, paving the way for her desire for vodka and it makes you bump into someone a bit roughly.

you try to voice out your apology quickly as she keeps dragging you along, looking back at who you just bumped into.

it's geto.

his eyes show mild surprise, not one for entirely showing his emotions, they're widened a bit and he looks a bit taken aback while his eyes rake up and down your body–still being dragged away. he's not wearing a costume, sporting a white t-shirt and jeans instead.

the words of apology you were going to utter fall off as you make eye contact and realize it was him you bumped into, he who just got an obvious look at your costume.

you're glad the speed of your friend makes the interaction short lived due to her lightning speed in suddenly bringing you to the kitchen, which is lined with beer and liquor of all kinds, every space of the spacious kitchen taken up by alcohol.

you hurriedly reach to serve yourself a cup of strawberry vodka, hoping that the first sip and those after might make your nerves dilute. when you turn around to talk to your friend, who's probably already served herself straight flavorless vodka, she's being flirted with by her anthropology club crush. she gives you a quick glance, a combination of 'oh my god oh my god' and 'sorry' being communicated to you.

you smile at her knowingly and point towards where everyone was dancing and talking, marking that that's where you would be while you left her to go as far as she wanted with the boy in front of her.

you're halfway through the crowd to make it to the patio when a voice is suddenly in your ear from behind.

"is it as cool as people say?"

you jump at the intrusion and cradle the cup of vodka to your chest and look at who just spoke to you.

it's geto, exactly behind you, his large frame towering over your body and leaned over so you could hear him.

you're stopped in your tracks and turn around to face him now, trying hard not to feel intimated by your basically half naked right in front of him.

"yeah!" you nod

geto turns his head a little from his spot at least a foot above you and leans down again, at level heads with you

"sorry, say that again." he looks at you earnestly, wanting to be able to properly hear your answer with the loud music echoing into your ears and his.

"I said yeah! I didn't know parties could be this packed!" you say, taking a nervous sip from your cup as you look at him

"what happened to your friend?" geto keeps his posture the way it is to keep talking to you

"the guy she likes started talking to her!" you exclaim past the loud blare of music.

"ah." he nods, taking a quick glance to the kitchen and spotting your friend smiling eagerly at the guy in a jason costume in front of her. "what are you going to do then?"

you blink cluelessly, haven't actually thought about until he asked you.

"dance!" you look around the room so he could look with you. bodies pressed against each other and bodies dancing by themselves all across the room.

geto smiles and straightens himself before reaching a hand out to you and gives you a look of 'wanna take it?'

you can't help the bashful smile that makes its way to your face as you hesitantly take his hand. he softly brings you closer to him, not as close as the other horny bodies in the room, but it's a little intimate and makes you feel intoxicated. he puts his other hand high on your waist, making sure to avoid the sluttiness beneath that line of your torso considering your outfit, and he starts to sway the both of you to the music. he holds you to himself with you hook an arm over his shoulder and use the other hand to hold your drink, singing along to the music with a toothy smile.

it was playful, the interaction with him, a fun setting between the both of you. the combination of that and the large heap of strawberry vodka you served yourself and managed to finish by the second song with him were the reason for your increasing comfortable nature with him. you were laughing and laying your head on his chest frequently through your endless bursts of energy and gasping breaths for relief.

he was smiling throughout the entirety of it, never getting too comfortable though, and keeping his hands where they had originally been.

"I just wanna be one of your girls tonight!" you sing at the top of your lungs.

geto lets go of one of the hands encircling you and instead reaches for one of the hands splayed across his shoulder and chest, caressing it with a thumb.

you tug at him a little with your other hand and he leans down to hear what you're about to say.

"wanna get drinks?" you ask, craving a sweet hard seltzer instead of another pour of vodka.

"you want something?" geto asks you back

"are there any strawberry drinks?" you blink up at him

geto looks like he's thinking for a second, trying to remember the usual drinks his best friend caters, before he nods, "yeah there are. want me to get you one?"

you nod eagerly at him and follow him to kitchen. he had taken a hold of your hand when he noticed you were going to accompany him, he didn't want you to struggle getting through all those people.

he had been bent over to look through a cooler on the floor before he stood up and held out a strawberry daiquiri to you, "here."

"thank you." you nod before you jump and sit on the countertop so you could rest and drink

you notice geto doesn't have a drink in his hand when he leans against the kitchen island in front of you.

"you didn't want a drink?"

geto shakes his head calmly, "gotta drive back."

"oh." you remember his motorcycle from earlier near the garage and strike another question so he doesn't know that you know he has a motorcycle. incredible logic.

"what kinda car do you have?"

"ah, not a car, a motorcycle." he smiles slightly, the answer was humble

"oh~"you drag out–as if it was new information to you–and continue drinking from your bottle.

"you have a ride back home though?" geto asks, crossing his arms over his chest so he could be more comfortable while listening to you.

"uhh," you reach for your phone and see a message from your friend asking if it was okay for her to go to McDonalds with her crush, "well I was going to uber with my friend, but she just had a change of plans."

"I can take you home." he offers genuinely, tilting his head in await for your answer.

"In your motorcycle?!" you blurt out

he starts laughing heartily at your answer and smirks at you when he speaks again, "never been on one?"

"no." you shake your head, a bit intimidated, "what if I fall. im literally naked im gonna get cut up by the road."

geto smiles at you, "that's a fair concern, but I'll give you my helmet and let you borrow my jacket, it's big, it should cover you up a bit no?"

although the alcohol leaves your brain empty, you think it over which involved nothing but staring at him in supposed 'thought' before you nod, "okay."

"can I give you my number? so you can send me your address?" geto asks, shuffling a little bit closer to you

"mhm." you hand your phone to him and watch as he types away into your phone before he hands it back to you. when you stare back at his contact name, suguru geto, it makes a dawn of realization wash over you.

"you don't know my name, rig–"

"y/n."

you do a double take at how fast he says it and his eyes crease at your reaction.

"what?"

"you get involved in the lectures a lot." he takes note for you

"oh." you sink back into yourself

"do you know mine?"

you shyly respond with a, "yea, you get involved a lot too..."

"good to know." he grins a little, watching as you take the last sip of your drink and gesturing back towards the dancing scene, "wanna go back?"

"yeah." you confirm softly, taking the hand he gives you so you can get off the countertop smoothly. and when your feet touch the ground, you yelp, "ow ow ow ow!"

the hour of pure dancing and jumping around had not been a good rival for your new and tall heels. they were a height you had walked before, but the shoes themselves were new and not worn in, causing a great deal of pain across your entire foot.

geto held you by just below your armpits, the worry he had seeping through in his widened eyes and his leaning over to see if he find out what was wrong with you.

"what's wrong?" he asks quickly

"the heels," you scrunch up your nose in pain and sigh, "they hurt like a bitch now that I got a bit of rest."

you can tell geto feels bad about your pain by the way he grimaces for you and plants you on the countertop again. he suddenly kneels down and begins to work at the clasps of your heels.

"you can borrow my shoes. that sound alright?" he looks up at you from where he's at, already sliding one of the heels from your feet.

you're quick to deny, "but what about you?"

"satoru and I are the same size, I can just ask him for a pair, he has a million."

you give in at his response, embarrassed, "okay."

"you want me to take you home now?" he lightheartedly smiles as he works on the other heel, "I think you can walk in my shoes, but dancing doesn't seem doable."

"well yea." you say dejectedly, a little frown etching itself on your face when he finally comes back up, his lips quirk up a little when he sees it

"wait for me here then." he says, putting your shoes next to you on the countertop before he walks off a little hurriedly to you assume gojo's room.

when geto walks you to his motorcycle, he takes your heels and puts them in the compartment box of it for you, then takes his helmet and immediately puts it on your head.

an 'oomf' leaves your mouth at the sudden weight of it and he looks a little amused as he starts working at the straps of it.

"there you go."

he smirks a little as he looks at the, very large in comparison to you, helmet, and picks up his jacket that he brought back from gojo's room to put on you.

"there we go" he sighs, almost like he's proud of himself and gets on the motorcycle, turning his torso a little to pat behind him for you to get on too.

when you get on and take in the feeling of sitting on a motorcycle for the first time, he's turned around and looking at his phone, pinching and zooming in on the route to your apartment.

"you actually live pretty close to me." he murmurs, noting what roads to take.

"yeah?" you yawn, laying your head on his back

"alright," geto says, starting up his motorcycle, revving it up a bit, "hug me tight okay?"

you nod sleepily and wrap your arms around him, brain so eased by the alcohol in your system that you don't overthink it, as if your sober self wouldn't be screaming and crying on the inside during this exact situation.

geto drives off at a decent pace, some part of you thinking that this might not be the speed he normally drives off and that he was taking it a bit slower just for you. you could feel him breathe in and out all throughout the ride, his chest and stomach were rising and falling underneath your touch. you fell half asleep on him halfway through it, managing to grasp onto him like a child with their stuffed animal, and unable to resist the heaviness of your eyelids.

you blink back to reality at the sudden stop of movement, the stilling air was no longer brushing past your skin and the noise of wheels screeching against the road was gone.

after geto helps you get his helmet off, he hangs it on one of the handles and takes your heels out of the compartment box.

"this is your place right?"

another yawn flutters past your mouth again and you hold out your pointer finger to say yes.

"alright." geto says, watching as you lead the way into and through your apartment and to your place. he had placed a ghost of his hand near your back in case you started to trip up from his shoes considering their size in comparison to your feet. the walk was quiet considering your focus on making it to your door and the overwhelming sleepiness dawning on you.

when you get to your door you slip off geto's shoes and them to him, taking your heels from him in return.

"thank you, geto." you hold try not to yawn again, doe eyes sleepily fluttering at him

"you can call me by my first name." he comments comfortingly, "and no problem. see you in class?"

"yeah." and this time you do yawn, again, before you open your door and walk inside, looking at him while you hold onto the frame.

"alright then." he looks down at you from across the doorway, one hand in his pocket, the other holding onto his shoes, "get some rest okay?"

"okay." you almost murmur, your bed calling out to you.

you get to class at the time you usually do the following class meeting. the weather forecast had been a little chilly, so you opted for a cozy, off the shoulder sweater. it was fashionable and you had been dying to use it the moment you saw the weather forecast the night before.

you're scribbling notes onto your iPad this time, going over lecture notes from your earlier class that day. there were some things you forgot to add and that's what you always used this time for before class started. you see the class start filling in minute by minute out of your peripheral vision as you do this.

your habit of pretending to not care about suguru's presence is still existent, so all you can see for a fleeting second when you look into your backpack for a mint is that he is indeed sitting at his normal spot with gojo.

there was no chance to look at him that day in class, he hadn't spoken, which wasn't really rare, sometimes you wouldn't speak in class either. you, however, did speak in class that day, the module that the professor was teaching that day had piqued your interest a great amount and thus called for a great amount of your interaction with the lesson.

by the end of class, you were setting quick reminders on the notes you had taken of what was the most important before you started packing your bag to leave. the sound of feet and shuffling to leave the class a bit noisy, but it could let you make out the distant loud voice of gojo, probably talking to suguru.

"I have been on my best behavior. I do not know what you mean by that Suguru." "No no no that was a favor, look where it got you." "Oh you are such a wuss."

It was only a little appealing considering the fact that you couldn't hear what suguru was saying and the things that gojo was saying didn't let you get any clues as to what they were talking about. oh well.

you wanted to go home and start studying for a test tomorrow, so you started walking out of class, past suguru and gojo's line of view.

you heard a smack, like one of them had hit the other.

and gojo's voice, "idiot."

you were sitting at your desk, going over the last of your test review when you felt your phone buzz across the desk and picked it up

suguru

hey

y/n

hi

suguru

you wanna take satoru's seat next class?

y/n

he wants to flirt with mika again?

suguru

not rlly lol.

y/n

?????

suguru

I think it'd be cool to switch desk buddies every once in a while ;)

y/n

lmaooo. I won't tell mika if that's what you're scared of

suguru

haha, that's not rlly the case, but just take his seat

y/n

okay?

when you go to class again that same week, you hesitantly take gojo's seat. there was no follow up text from suguru after you said your okay and it was a little off putting. of course it had only been that night and the day after that he hadn't texted again, but it was a little weird, especially for it being the very first text conversation he strikes with you. the only thing that had been exchanged between either of you in your messages had been your address to him from gojo's party.

there were no notes for you to go over, there was no test or important knowledge that you had to use soon in any upcoming classes, so you were left to wait for the class to begin while you aimlessly scrolled through your phone and watched people come into class.

three minutes had passed before suguru and gojo were walking into class together. gojo was rubbing his friend's shoulder rather roughly, a fang filled smile on his face as he said something to him. suguru didn't seem to mind it, like many things, his eyes still had that warmth they always had, but it looked like he had said something back.

gojo playfully shoved suguru forward by the back before he laughed evilly and walked to your original seat, if you were right, you could see his bright blue eyes flick to you for a second behind his glasses before he smiled at the girl he flirted with last week.

you look up at suguru as he finally gets to the seat next to you.

"hey." he sighs with a smile as he plops into the seat.

"hey." you smile only halfway, a little tired from staying up to finish a homework the night before.

"sorry about the cryptic texts." he starts to apologize, moving his chair a little closer to yours, "satoru took my phone."

ah. that's why it seemed so out of character

"it's fine." you reassure, "they were a little off putting to read."

suguru scratches at the back of his neck, "I'm sorry about that. I meant to text after but I felt awkward."

"really? about?"

for the first time, you see him stumble on what to say, hesitance obvious when he opens and closes his mouth for a painfully slow second before he manages to respond, "to see if you were coming to the party on actual Halloween night this weekend."

"oh." your mouth opens in a little oh, oblivious to what he really wanted to say, "I'm not too sure. my friend that I went to the party with is spending it with that same guy she left with. so I don't have anyone to go with. plus I already used my costume."

"what's wrong with using the playboy bunny costume again?"

you eye him, disappointed, and lean over to flick his forehead, "i...am not an outfit repeater, suguru. the people who saw me at last week's party are going to remember me and say 'she's using the same costume again, what a loser'"

he gazes back at you as if you pat his head instead of just flicking it, warmth and a hint of mischief seeping into his stare, "you're right, you did catch a lot of attention."

"what?"

suguru leans back in his seat and answers, "you looked beautiful. it was hard to ignore."

"for who?"

"for me and every guy with eyes at the party."

he seems calm and confident when he says it, but his cheeks and ears start to get a slight pinkish hue as he awaits your response.

you try to keep looking at him, fighting the need to look away and wait for the professor to start class, your flustered face saying all too well what you're feeling, "what am I supposed to say to that?"

"you don't have to." suguru moves forward, positions his feet to face you as well as his face, and puts his elbow on the table, slanting his body onto it a little, "The president of gojo's frat asked for your name. He really liked you."

"Zenin?!"

"You like him?" he asks, with the tone of a guy who would try to set you up with the president if you said yes.

you shake your head, gaze looking down in embarrassment, "no no. it just caught me off guard..."

"if you like Toji it's fine," he tries to lower his head so he could catch your eye again, speaking earnestly yet something about it sounds like it's fake, it's weird, "he's like a dog, treat him well and he's loyal. although he can be brutally possessive, probably the type to leave hickeys on your legs if you're going to be with him and wear a costume like the one from the party."

"no, I don't like him. he's not my type." you answer meekly, having felt a bit of pressure from his boasts of the frat president.

"no?"

"no."

and before he can continue with his intense conversation again, you're saved by your professor, dramatically entering the class and bellowing for all of you to pay attention to him.

when your class ends, you try and succeed at scampering away from suguru before he can get a word out. as if she possessed magical powers, your friend called you the moment your professor ended the lesson. within the millisecond her name popped up on your phone, you grabbed at your phone at put it to your ear.

"hello?"

"hey hey! I have a question!"

you pay no mind to suguru as you haul your backpack over your shoulders and begin to walk out of class.

"what's up?"

"do you want the extra halloween costume I bought? levi is taking me to dinner on halloween for our date and I won't get to use it."

"the fembot costume?!"

you can almost makeout the banter between suguru and gojo a way's away behind you as you walk down the concrete steps of the building.

"yeah! you can go to gojo's party in it!" she beams, before her voice gains a bit of malice, "you can dance with motorcycle guy again~"

"go there by myself?" you groan, almost wanting to stomp your feet on the pavement beneath you

"lots of girls go by themselves to parties!"

"well I've never done that." you grumble

"aw come on. use the costume and go for me. pretty pleaseeeee."

"I'm going to give you a reason to be scared on halloween if this goes south for me. got it?"

it's cold when you get to gojo's party and you're beyond psyched out of your mind. from the unbelievably slutty costume that let everyone see your naked body in panties due to sheer babydoll material and the fear of coming across a very handsome suguru or toji zenin, who as handsome as he was might be able to seduce you, but you didn't want him like you did suguru.

you're more conscious of the stares now, due to suguru's previous comment and the fact that this costume was way more revealing.

on instinct you rush to the kitchen and get a strawberry daiquiri like the one suguru got for you exactly a week ago. you didn't want to get drunk tonight considering you came by yourself, so reaching for the strawberry vodka again was not within your list of options.

your eyes were on high alert as you pushed yourself through the countless bodies dancing, trying to remain unseen.

it doesn't give you cause to hide for some reason, considering he's suguru's friend, but you see satoru strut to the kitchen in a slutty firefighter costume. he was wearing the pants and boots, and nothing on top but a set of suspenders. classic.

however, you do a double take when you suguru geto wearing that same exact costume. you swear you feel your eye twitch in frustration when your eyes see his hair finally down, splayed across his back and chest, and get a peek of a tattoo tracing his spinal structure, bone for bone, going all the way up his back until it gets interrupted by his hair. his arms are practically calling to you when he fist bumps a toji zenin wearing a prisoner costume, they flex and bulge at the action. his abs are all perfectly prominent and–

he just made eye contact with you.

you hadn't gojo walk up to him and whisper something into his ear, probably that you were here.

fuck you satoru gojo.

suguru smiles immediately and turns to walk to you, leaving you to stay in place and not run away from him.

"you bought another costume?"

"no," you feel your chest heave at the sight of him, breath getting caught in your throat with his very shirtless self right in front of you. it makes you look off to a girl dancing behind him when you continue, "my friend gave me hers because she didn't end up dressing up."

"you want me to bring zenin?" he points a thumb behind him, towards the kitchen, face the definition of calm and suave.

you glare at him this time and take a sip of your daiquiri

"what? feeling shy?" he smiles down at you, if he weren't such a peaceful seeming person, you would have said it was condescending

"I'm not into zenin." a tinge of irritation already seeping into your voice.

"you sure?" he moves closer to you, your face right smack in front of his chest.

"yes." you jut your chin at him, done with his shenanigans

his lips twitch a little when he tugs your strawberry daiquiri out of your hands, grabs you by the neck, thumb close to your chin, and says, "open your mouth." he immediately starts to chug from your daiquiri and the thought of realization dawns on you of what he was about to do.

you open your mouth and he pushes his body closer to yours as he spits the drink into your mouth, his eyes solely on yours as he does it besides for when he briefly looks at something or someone behind you rather haughtily. he's still holding you and intently watching when you swallow it down immediately. that familiar happy crease of his eyes sketched itself across his face after.

you're heaving a little, star struck by the action the both of you just committed, "what was that suguru?"

"scaring off zenin. you don't want him right?"

his eyelids flutter a bit, something yours did whenever they were sleepy and it makes you search into his eyes more. your curiosity dying when you see the sudden red veins clouding the whites of his eyes. and you push him off.

"are you kidding me? you're high?"

"and drunk." he smiles, not minding your pushing him off and still inserting himself into your personal space again.

you try to speak and can't, solely out of irritation at the fact that he did that because of his intoxicated state. you bite your lip to stop yourself from overreacting and settle for shaking your head.

"you don't like guys who smoke?" he asks, genuine concern laced with his stupid crossed persona at the moment, "I tend to never smoke, but satoru passed me his joint when I was already at the 'whatever happens' point of a tequila bottle ."

"I really don't care about that in a guy, as long as he's not a musty constant weed user that can never cope with his life." you roll your eyes at him slightly, "but you just spit alcohol into my mouth because you're crossed as fuck."

"no." he scoffs, now entirely entranced in his conversation with you.

"yes."

"I spit alcohol into your mouth so zenin wouldn't come up to you."

the response makes you cross your arms over each other, "a simple 'hey she's not into you like that' would have sufficed."

"where's the fun in that?" its a serious question for him, you can tell by the way he patiently waits for your answer

irked, you look up at the ceiling while biting your cheek, trying to gather yourself again before you say, "sober up geto." and turning to walk away.

you made it your mission to stay hidden the entire party, having entered the deal with your best friend that if the night turned sour for you, she would come with her boy whatever to pick you up in his car

after their date.

which wasn't going to end until an hour or two.

the garage had stayed open to the enormous frat house, although there weren't any people in it. people had respected the space, leaving the miscellaneous in it untouched such as the two cars and...suguru's bike.

you eyed it from the rather comfy bean bag in the darkest corner of the garage, feeling a fight or flight instinct at the mere glimpse of it whenever you looked up from your phone.

it had been almost two hours since you last suguru and you were striving to keep the streak going on longer.

"told you I'm going home satoru." a wary and very sobered up voice says when they open the door to the garage, "I drank enough water, I'm sober."

it's suguru.

there is no stagger in his step and his posture is refined as he walks to lean again the trunk of the car furthest from you and closest to his bike. you remain hidden due to the cars covering you from his line of sight as well as the sheer darkness of the corner.

he's wearing a shirt now, another black one, and he rakes his hands across face when he gives a defeated sigh. you hoped he wouldn't notice you.

this was your Friday the 13th movie for sure.

suguru pulls outs his phone from one of the spacious pockets of his fireman pants and he starts to type away immediately. there's a slight buzz from your phone seconds within the action.

suguru

are you still here?

I'm sobered up now.

he shoves his phone back in his pocket after. and you watch as he stays where he is, crossing his arms across his chest while he waits a good five minutes for you to respond, which you don't do. he gets his phone out again after and taps something randomly before he puts his phone up to his ear.

buzz-buzz-buzz-buzz

the strong buzzing of your phone on your thigh make a ricochet that gets's fine tuned ears pick up quickly.

"y/n?" he's shining his phone's flashlight on you, squinting his eyes just a little to try and make you out.

nervous, you mutter, "what."

suguru turns the light off and sighs, walking to your corner, his eyes already getting adjusted to the darkness.

"why didn't you answer me?"

"do you really not know the answer?"

"you're right." he sinks down in front of you, sitting down on the floor and brushing a stressed hand through his hair. his legs are stretched out and basically manspread even though he's not on a chair.

"satoru didn't text you to switch seats with him because he wanted to flirt with mika" he comes forth, both of his hands laying across his knees.

you're confused, "but–"

"it was a wild attempt of his to help me talk to you again." and he laughs, a burst of energy randomly gracing the intense air. suguru raises a hand to rub at the back of his neck while his chest and stomach ricochet and his teeth peek out from his mouth.

"truth is, I really like you." he's still smiling.

the declaration makes you stare blankly at him and a million goosebumps rise across your entire body.

"if you don't feel the same in that regard it's fine of course." he reassures, back to his normal calm self, "I just thought it would help explain my behavior."

"since when?" you peep

"our first class meeting," suguru seems a little bashful at the confession

"I have for a couple of weeks now too." you meekly profess

suguru seems genuinely surprised, his eyes widening, "you have?"

"why do you sound so surprised?" your brows knit.

"it felt like you didn't know I existed until last week." he grins followed by a small huff of humor

"oh...that," you trail off, embarrassed, "I thought pretending you didn't exist was the best way for you to not know I had a thing for you..."

"satoru is far smarter than me in that aspect." he says, "he insisted that you were doing that when I told him."

you giggle a little, "he read me like a book."

suguru hangs his head for a second and groans, still joyful, before he whips his head up and gazes at you, "I apologize for having never gathered the courage to approach you before. I have Satoru to thank for even getting me here with you in the first place."

"it's fine." you shrug, pulling at your own fingers, "we're here now aren't we?"

"we are." he agrees before leaning over. suguru grabs one of your hands and brings it to his lips, placing a soft kiss onto it while his eyes never leave your own.

"want to go back to the party?" you muster past your nerves, focus solely on the warmth of his hand still holding onto yours.

suguru shakes his head lightly, "I'm enjoying it being just the two of us right now. do you want to?"

"no, I like it here too."

theres a moment of silence, where both of you stare at the hands that the both of you have connected until a strong breeze passes and flutters the thin material of your babydoll up and makes you shiver strongly.

"let me." suguru says as he hastily gets up and gets his leather jacket that's hanging from his motorcycle, then brings it back to you, helping you tuck your arms into the sleeves and get comfortable in it.

he's above you when he does it and you can see the small glances he tries to avoid giving your body, especially at the sparkly pink thong peeking through the see through material of your costume. suguru is making sure his jacket is on your properly when you call out to him suddenly.

"suguru."

he doesn't get the chance to respond when he looks back up at you and you pull him in by the material of his shirt to kiss him.

he reciprocates within seconds, after the surprise wears off and places a hand on your thigh, the other next to your head and grabbing at the beanbag. his lips are soft and have no remnants of alcohol on them, a smooth flavor of his skin and flesh meeting your tastebuds when he dips his tongue into your mouth. it elicits a groan from him when you whimper at the contact.

he pushes as much as he can into your space without falling and you follow suit, trying to lift yourself as much as possible off the beanbag to meet him.

a particular whimper has suguru pulling away from you and pulling you up by the arm so he can maneuver you to sit on the trunk of the car next to you. when he plops you down onto it, he slots his torso between your thighs and pulls you for an even deeper kiss. his hands have a strong grip on your thighs as he keeps you against him and you can feel the distinctly large throbbing of something against your panties through his pants.

"are–mmmm–you hard?" you ask through kisses

suguru can't help the grind of his bulge against your core when he answers and keeps kissing you, giving small nips to your lips, "yes."

your eyes are closed into the kiss when your hands navigate to the waistband of his pants, about to reach for–

"not here." suguru mutters and keeps both of your wrists clamped under one of his large hands.

you pull yourself away from his lips and heave, a pout of sexual frustration illustrated on your eyes and lips. "okay."

he raises a hand to caress your cheek as he smiles fondly, "what?"

"nothing."you look away for a quick second, leaning in to kiss him again after.

suguru stops you before you do though, clamping one of his hands against your mouth while the other holds the back of your head.

he's smiling even wider this time, "now what kind of gentleman would I be if I let you touch me before I get to touch you?"

you slouch in his hold, too upset by the fact that you couldn't touch him or go back to kissing him to care about his words.

"you know, even satoru couldn't keep his eyes off of you in this little costume of yours." he looks down for a second so you could too, "god knows what toji was thinking. I saw the tent in his pants when you took my spit and booze like a good girl."

suguru sees the way you shift your hips for a smidge of relief at his words. "are you my good girl?" he leans his forehead across yours, hand still on your mouth. you try your best to let out a muffled 'mhm' and incessantly nod your head, eyes pleading and hands gripping onto his shirt.

"are you going to answer the phone when I text you next time?"

you give him the same answer again.

"god." he warily eyes you, gaze wandering towards the outline of your breasts and the rest that wasn't covered by your thong, "you're so beautiful."

the hand at the back of your neck trails down and moves some hair away from your shoulder, then ends up holding you by your lower back as suguru leans down and starts to mouth at your neck. he starts off small with his intentions, simply placing soft and subtle kisses, eliciting a ticklish response from you until his lips become searing and he goes in with the intent of leaving hickeys on you, it makes you squirm and suguru lets you, it's not like you can break away from his touch anyway. you use your legs to keep him caged in and closer to you eventually after the third 'pop' you heard coming from his mouth on your skin, it makes him audibly laugh for a second too.

you tug at the hand on your mouth, expecting for the task to be hard considering his build, but suguru lets his hand fall away easily and hold onto your thigh.

"what are you thinking pretty?" he asks mindlessly before going for the opposite side of your neck

"mmmm–about how good–mm–this feels."

"yeah?"

"mhm"

"tell me what you want to do. do you want me to drop you off at your place after this?" he blows on your most recent hickey and smirks when he sees you jump a little, "do you want me to get you food?"

"I want–ah!" suguru bites into your neck fairly hard, enough to make you moan and yelp at the same time, "I want to spend the rest of the night with you at my place. can we watch a scary movie?" the suggestion is simple and it isn't to hook up with him, although that's what you want more than ever now, but you don't want him to think you're that desperate so its what you settle for.

"couldn't imagine a better halloween than that." he smiles

you're under suguru, on your bed later that night, the movie you had been watching was long forgotten and the t.v. was turned off the second things started to get out of hand. it wasn't his fault no, suguru's a gentleman and when you said you just wanted to watch a movie, he was just going to watch the movie with you. you were the instigator. after you had been cuddled into his arms, near his neck, you decided to place a few loving kisses...that eventually turned into what this was with suguru getting up to take off and throw away his shirt while you hastily yanked off the long gloves of your costume.

he was needy, grinding his hips into yours the moment he came back down to kiss you.

"you have no idea how fucking bad I've been wanting you." he mutters, hissing when a particular rub pleases him the right way

it makes your back arch, "I think I do suguru."

"really?" he groans into your mouth, "you touch yourself to me like I do for you?"

"yeah." you sigh, clinging onto him even more, splaying your hand across the soft skin of his back.

"move your panties to the side."

when he feels your hand move down and follow his directions, suguru moves his down too and slides a finger across your soaked folds.

"fuck, this pussy is so wet for me. were you even trying to pay attention to the movie?"

"yes, I was." you complain, and whimper when he starts rubbing circles across your lower lips, gathering your slick for added stimulation after every rub.

he separates himself from kissing you to look down at his ministrations, mouth opening in a soundless moan at the sight.

"listen to this sloppy fucking pussy." he rubs faster and you start to jerk your hips up by natural defiance at the stimulation, but he holds you down "no, let me touch you baby." he says sternly

your breathing starts to pick up and you feel that familiar knot that only you can give yourself starting to build up in your stomach and suguru notices, looking up to smile at you.

"are you close angel?"

concentrated on the feeling, all you can do is nod your head and he speeds up his pace at it, garnering close to wanton moans from you and screech like whines.

"come on come on, cum for me pretty girl, cum cum cum cum–fuck, atta girl." suguru talks you through it, mouth opening in awe at the sight of your body going limp and your breathing slowing down, his cock even twitches at how cute it is that your legs kick a little when you cum too, he thinks he'll be able to keep them still when he gets make you cum on his cock.

you start to hiss at the overstimulation when he keeps rubbing your clit after your high, "'s too much suguru."

he doesn't stop, "you want to stop now then?"

the shake of your head makes his eyes light up and bite his lip with a grin, "then just let me keep going."

it takes all of your strength to lean up with one of your elbows and grab his wrist with the other, obvious strain written across your features when you huff, "I want you inside me."

like he knew that was what you wanted, suguru's grin grows wider, "are you sure?"

you nod your head in confirmation, followed by suguru saying, "so cute." before he gets up and pushes his pants and boxers down in one swift motion and climbs on top of you, manhandling your legs by pinning them to either side of your head into a mating press.

he lets his cock teasingly rub up and down your folds while he leans down to nip at your ears, "let's leave your little costume on yeah?"

you nod and make a face when his tip catches on your entrance

suguru lifts his hips at your confirmation and pushes his tip in, savoring the way you're beginning to invite him inside you.

" 's so big sugu." you whimper in shock at the larger than expected intrusion

"never taken a cock this big?" he pulls out and pushes in again a little deeper

"no." you rake your hands down his arms

suguru laughs, "good thing I'm here to provide then right? see, look at you creaming around me already."

the words make you look down at where you both meet and when he pulls out again, you can see the ring and slick on his dick, it makes you shiver.

"I'll–make–this–little-fucking–pussy-take–me." he punctuates each and every one of his words with a thrust that pushes himself deeper and deeper inside you until you can fully feel his tip grazing your cervix and every vein on his dick ridging against your walls from how girthy he is.

every sound that comes out of your mouth after is incoherent when suguru starts to punishingly pummel into you and god does he keep talking to you.

"you look so pretty taking this dick baby. god, you sound even cuter than I imagined. you like getting stretched out like this? fuck, take it take it take it. wish I could make you sit on it, you'd look so cute trying to ride me."

it's all so much, especially when every thrust is accompanied by a moan or groan of his or with a sentence.

"couldn't fucking wait to get home after the party last week too. wanted to rip off that costume and fuck you till you couldn't even scream. and when you wear those skirts with pantyhose to class?" suguru groans, "all–I–can–think–about–is–bending–you–over–and–stuffing–this–pussy–with–my–cum."

"suguru!" you squeal, "im–I'm gonna cum!"

suguru tightens his hold on your thighs at the admission and starts jackhammering into you, "cum around me baby. let me fuck you through it." it almost sounds like he's starting to beg, "just cum for me, cum for me, cum–"

a silent scream leaves your mouth and you trash in suguru's hold while he keeps his furious pace.

"so pretty, angel." his eyebrows knit as he watches you orgasm and feels you clamp down on him. it has his peak lurching across his body and his thrusts grow erratic as he starts spurting his cum into you.

he leans down to kiss you as his cock twitches inside of you, leaking his cum into you each time.

at the end of the kiss, the both of you are heaving against each other, smiles on both of your faces until you erupt into laughter and giggles.

suguru is still inside you and places a loving kiss on your forehead, swiping away your sweaty baby hair, "you're cute when you cum. you kick your legs a little, I like it."

the confession has you trying to shy away and suguru laughs again, caressing your head, "why are you shying away? you wore this costume for everyone to see just a couple hours ago."

"well this is you telling me you think the way I cum is cute, its quite different than guys looking at my thong." you shakily grab onto his shoulders

"I suppose so." suguru nuzzles into your neck, "do you have a bath?"

"yeah."

"let me start one for us then." he pulls out and both of you look down at your lonely entrance until his cum starts to leak out. suguru seems entranced and you can see his cheeks start to gain a red hue accompanied by the blood starting to rush to his cock too.

suguru looks back at you the moment you do too. you reach a hand out to him and he crawls back on top of you.

"we can do that later right?"

"right."

[outsideratheart]

Under Pressure (Alexia Putellas x reader)

A/N: Chapter 5 of The Legacy Series.  I apologise in advance, it can’t all be sunshine and rainbows.

The biggest thing you feared was that you wouldn’t be able to feel at home in Barcelona but it turns out you had nothing to worry out. After the WICC cup there was two weeks of preseason training and after a day or two you had figured out how to play for the team. Sometimes you would watch from the sidelines during certain plays then go out onto the field and play them like you had been at the club your whole life. It’s safe to say you had settled in well.

When the first game of the season came, you were calm and ready to play as many minutes as Lluis would allow. Alexia had insisted that she picked you up so you two could go over any concerns you had. The woman had been your saving grace since moving to Barcelona. She could pick up when you were starting to get in your own head and managed to pull you out before you went too deep. She understood you as if she had known you your whole life when in reality it had been just over a 8 weeks since you first official meeting.

You had gotten to the ground a little bit earlier than everyone else; the team and fans included. You followed Alexia as you walked through the building but are confused when she walks straight passed the locker room.

“Let’s go the pitch” she suggests.

Now it wasn’t your first time being on this pitch as the team trained here a couple of times but today was different, today you would make your debut for Barcelona.

Alexia let you have your moment as you walked to the centre circle of the pitch. The energy was different today and it was the type you, as a football player, lived for. You take a few minutes to yourself before hearing Alexia calling your name. 

“Time to get ready” 

This time she does lead you into the changing rooms and you can see most of the team have arrived. All eyes are on you but you don’t think anything of it, that is until you see your locker. There hanging in the middle of your cubby was your shirt but what came as a shock is the number that was below your name. 14.

“Aitana” you turn you face her “I can’t accept this. I told you I wouldn’t come in here and take your number”

“You’re not taking it. I’m giving it to you. This is your number”

It wasn’t your number it was his and everyone knew that. Sure part of you wanted to wear your father’s number at this club but it’s is Aitana’s or at least it was. 

You watch the game from the subs bench until the 65th minute mark. Lluis’ right hand man tells you to get ready as you had already warmed up. As you stand on the sidelines you make the mistake of looking back at the stand behind you. Everybody had their phone out ready to document the moment you step foot on the pitch. It only added to the pressure you were already feeling.

When the final whistle is blown you have to take a moment to gather your emotions. You join the team in the lap around the field and stop near the ultras stand. The fans soon stop shouting your name when they realise what you are doing. There above them sits ‘Estadi Johan Cruyff’.

“He’s be proud of you” Lieke joins you and looks up. She sees the direction of you gaze change as you look up to the sky.

“Lieke is right. You made him proud today” Alexia joins in.

You didn’t know what to do so you patted them both on the back and carried on with your lap. The fans had showed you constant support since your arrival so you stop to greet as many as you can before leaving the pitch. 

You had survived game number 1. 

The months that followed proved to be more difficult that your first. The fans, media and the rest of the world were quick to pick up on the fact that you were yet to score. This is a stat you were well aware of and you kicked yourself every time you left the pitch without having your name on the scoresheet. You have several assists to your name but none of them seemed to matter. Your job was to score and assist. You weren’t doing what the club brought you here to do and it was eating away at you.

“Sandra” you pull the goalkeeper aside one day after training “Would you mind staying back so I can practice my shots some more. It won’t be for long, maybe half an hour” 

“Claro”

“Muchas Gracias”

Alexia noticed your absence in the locker room, of course she did. It was almost an hour later when you walked into the locker room where much to your surprise Alexia had been waiting.

“What are you still doing here? Do you have media or something?” You ask.

“I was waiting for you” She has no problem with admitting her reason.

“You want to join me in the ice baths?” You already know your answer. Alexia’s Spanish blood had a strong hatred for the cold.

In an attempt to change her mind, despite her not giving an answer, you take off your shirt and throw it at her before sending her a daring look.

“C’mon Ale, I dare you” 

You walk away knowing that Alexia won’t back down to a dare. You are in the ice bath all but 2 minutes before she joins you. Albeit she enters much slower than you which if you ask any athlete only prolongs the discomfort that comes with ice.

“Now that I have joined you in this hell, care to tell me why you stayed back an extra hour?” 

“I haven’t scored” you ego took a hit as you muttered the words.

“You scored loads today”

“Not today, in games” 

The disappointment you are feeling doesn’t come as a shock to Alexia. She first noticed it after the second game when you had 5 shots on target and none of them went it. 

“They are expecting me to score” 

“Who is?”

“The club, the fans, the team, you”

“This team is a hard one to settle in to, just ask Lieke. All you need is a little bit of time”

“I don’t have time. Everyone’s eyes are on me and each game that passes is proving that I’m not good enough to play here”

Up until this point, Alexia was stuck in her place. The more she moved the more the freezing cold water touched fresh skin but seeing you down on yourself made her forget about the ice as she walks towards you, slowly. 

“I know you’ve been feeling the pressure Y/N and I know it’s different to the kind I get. You leave for international duty tomorrow. Take this time to reset and come back with a clear head”

Although she wasn’t ready to admit, Alexia was dreading the day you leave and go to Zeist for camp. 

“I’m going to miss you Alexia” you don’t hesitate to be honest with your team mate.

“You’re going to miss the team” 

“Yes, I will but I will miss you in a different way. I spend more time with you than anyone else and you’re the one I call when I have my…” you want to say episodes but it sounds too dramatic.

Just as you had thought, being in Barcelona caused feelings you once buried deep down to come to the surface. Alexia found you one day after training when you were feeling too much and she stayed with you until you had calmed down. Since then she was the one you called. 

“You have your friends and I’m sure you’ll see your family but if you do need me then i’m only a phone call away” 

The timer you had set on your phone goes off and you and Alexia are quick to jump out of the ice bath.

“Promise?” You ask her as you get changed.

“I do and Y/N” you turn to face her “I’ll miss you too”

You were gone for ten days and you only had one episode but you called Alexia more than once. In fact you were in constant communication with her. Whoever got up first would text the other good morning and the day would go on from there. Even in different cities, Alexia played a huge part in your day.

Whilst in The Netherlands you did as she suggested, you used the time to clear your head and it worked. You played 90 minutes in both friendlies, one against Sweden, the only against Italy and you managed to score three goals in total. You hadn’t lost your touch but you did learn that the pressure in Barcelona had taken the fun out of the game or at least that is the reason you came up with. It wasn’t until the post match press conference that you realised it could be something bigger and much worse.

“Y/N you have played outstanding in these past two games yet your performances in Barcelona seem to lack the flair that we are used to seeing you play with. You are 9 games into the season and you still haven’t scored. We are so used to seeing you on the scoresheet and this stretch is the longest in your career without hitting the back of the net”

“Is there a question in there or are you simply reminding me of my failures” your tone is emotionless but that is far from how you are feeling.

“I didn’t mean to step out of line. It’s just you come here and put on a world class performance but fail to do so there. I think the question everybody want to know is why. What is the difference between here and there?”

The journalist’s words were running on a loop ‘what is the difference between here and there’. 

You hadn’t asked yourself this question but the answer wasn’t hard to come up with. You always put your career first and your personal life second. You wouldn’t answer the journalist’s question as it was clearly rhetorical but you knew the answer. The difference was Alexia.

Sure she had been a positive impact on your mental health but should you have been training more instead of exploring the city with her? Should you have been getting more sleep instead of staying up to talk to her? Should you be more focused at training instead of stealing glances at her whenever you could? These are all questions that you needed to know the answer to for the sake of your career.

On the flight back to Barcelona you make the foolish mistake of searching your name on twitter. The fans had started to come up with theories as to why you weren’t playing like you normal do in Barcelona. One article popped up and it mentioned both your name and Alexia’s. She has taken part in two press conference whilst on international duty with Spain and your name had being brought up multiple times despite it not being relevant at the time. Maybe you had become a distraction for Alexia too. Sure she was scoring but it wasn’t as much as last year.

When you landed you saw that Alexia had texted you and asked you to come round to her apartment once you had unpacked the little suitcase you took home with you. Now was the time and as you drove over to her place you started to feel guilty about the decision you had to make.

“Y/N” The brunette pulls you in for a hug, once which you wished would never end. 

“Hi Ale. Did you enjoy camp?” You pull away before her warmth makes you change your mind.

“We did ok, a win and draw wasn’t what we wanted but we move on. Did you? I watched your games you played amazing” Alexia walk through her apartment towards her kitchen. It was the area that hosted company the best.

“About that. There’s something I need to te—“

“So I was thinking” Alexia says and you know that she put not have heard you “There’s a new seafood restaurant that’s just opened by the marina. I know we have been spending a lot of time together as friends but I was hoping to take you here as something more. I want to take you on a date”

“Alexia I need some space” 

Those four words had hurt her, the look on her face proved that.

“Did I do something wrong?” She asked.

“No. It’s me and what I am facing. You know about the pressure but the light that has been shone on me needs to stay on me. I won’t bring you into the media scuritiny that I am facing. Everyone is questioning my ability on the pitch and I need to prove them wrong. I need to prove to the club that signing me wasn’t a mistake. I have loved spending time with you Alexia but I need to focus on my performance. I cannot be a failure” 

“I can help you” Alexia tries to bargain but you have already made up your mind.

“Ale, I need to do this alone” you take a couple of steps closer to her but she holds out her hand to stop you. You deserve it but it didn’t mean you had to like it “het spijt me”

Training doesn’t start for another three days due to the club wanting their players to recover from international duty. During this time you workout out 3 times a day; a run as the sun rises, a pitch session in the morning and a weights session in the late afternoon. You kept you body busy but Alexia still remained at the forefront of your mind. You began to think that you made a mistake in asking for space. 

The first day back at Johan Camper is weird. For what could only be the 4th or 5th time since the season started, you had driven yourself to training. Upon arriving there were two people you didn’t want to see each for two different reasons. One of them just so happened to arrive at the same time as you.

“What you’re not riding with Alexia anymore?” Lieke questions as the two of you walk into the facility.

“I’m going to be driving myself for a while” you didn’t look at her, you couldn’t.

“Y/N what have you done?” 

Lieke saw the way your behaviour change after the press conference but only now did she realise how much that man had gotten to you.

“I did what is best”

Sensing that now isn’t the time for an interrogation, Lieke drops the subject and the two of you walk in a comfortable silence.

“Ah dios miso, Alexia. I was only asking if you has anything planned this weekend. There’s no need to snap at me” Patri slightly scolds her team mate.

You know what she had planned this weekend and it included the two of you sitting at a candlelit dinner over looking the water but you had ruined that.

“I just want to focus on training. You understand that don’t you Y/N?”

She doesn’t give you a chance to answer as she walks out onto the field.

“So that’s what you did” Lieke whispers as the two of you begin lacing up your boots.

“You’ve seen what they’re saying. I won’t bring her into this media shit show, you know she hates it and I won’t be the reason for them going after her. I never wanted this for her but I was too late”

“You’re not telling me everything” Lieke knew you too well.

“I need to focus on my career. I can’t fail this club and I can’t tarnish his legacy”

“Y/N” Lieke reaches out to comfort you but you pull away.

“You think I want this? Of course I don’t” Your raised voice gains the attention of the other players in the room but you don’t care. 

During training you stick to the players that won’t ask questions which is Lieke and Aitana but Jenni does make the effort to work with you as well even though she is one of Alexia’s best friends. 

You try your best to focus on the drills that Lluis sets and it seems to work. You play very well and even the coach tells you that he is impressed, so much so that he is going to start you against Real Madrid at the weekend. This was your chance to prove the media wrong and rid the fans of any doubt. You had to score and score you did, twice in fact and you were able to assist one of Alexia’s goals. 

This is how you were suppose to play at Barcelona yet you didn’t enjoy it in the slightest. You dreamed of how you’d celebrate your first goal and you wanted to do so with Alexia but because of your stupidity and need to please people who didn’t matter, you ruined that chance. 

Your good form continued game after game and you could have sworn that things between you and Alexia were starting to return to normal. Of course this was only during training or playing because she was respecting your wishes.

“Y/N can I talk to you for a second?” Alexia asks one evening after a game review session.

“Let’s grab a coffee” 

When the two of you arrive in the canteen, Alexia goes to the table and you get the coffees. This is how is was before and you loved that it was happening again.

“How long will you need this space? I talked to Lieke and she helped me understand your reasoning, I wished you would have told me but I know now. It wasn’t in my head, I know we had a connection and I need to know if there’s a chance of rebuilding that or if I need to move on”

“Alexia I chose my career over you”

“No you didn’t and we both know it. You needed to beat the pressure and you have. You have been amazing these past couple of months but I have hated not having you around, not even as a friend”

“Alexia we haven’t been just friends for a while and you know it”

“I do. It’s why I wanted to take you on a date, I still do by the way”

“I hurt you and I want to re earn your trust. How about we start with coffee on Sunday after the game”

“It’s a date” the smirk on her face was contagious.

“Alexia” you could tell she playing but you weren’t.

“What” she says innocently “it’s a date between friends”

[dumbcopyc4t]

good girls go bad!

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everybody in this world has their thing, some like to draw, others like paint. eren jaeger liked to believe he had many things, things he thought to be normal that most if not all would find to put it lightly.. strange.

not to be blunt but if you asked anybody from the dimly lit house party what eren jeagers specific thing was they'd all tell you the same thing.

sex.

you wouldn't even have to sleep with the guy to know how good he was in bed, every girl that comes stumbling from a random room on wobbling legs was most definitely proof enough.

this was NOT your scene. you stood there stiff in the corner, red solo cup in hand, surrounded by your five girlfriends who simply wouldn't take no for an answer.

they knew you'd follow the rules, the rules that your father had put in place when he shipped you off halfway across the state.

the silver purity ring on your finger hit the cup to the rhythm of the music as you slightly bopped your head.

that very ring a tall brunette had his eyes on all night. the man had been watching you since his body hit the sticky leather of the wore down couch. when your eyes flicked across the room his would immediately drop down to his own ring clad fingers picking at the arm rest.

"come onnn (❤︎︎), just a few shots. you need to loosen up anyway!" your closest friend sasha drags you across the scene leaving the other group of girls to their own devices.

begrudgingly you trek behind her, pulling down that itty bitty denim skirt the girls forced you to purchase 'just in case'.

she spots connie leaning against the marble of the kitchen island all by himself. suddenly she's flinging herself into his arms seaming already drunk off of whatever pungent liquid was mixed up in her now forgotten solo cup.

"well if it isn't my favorite little munchkin," she squeals when he drops her back down. "my friend here is in dire need of whatever you could pour into a shot glass, stat!"

connie smiles at her opting not to say much knowing his words would be slurred. red eyes scan you quickly as if he was pondering what bitter beverage he could give you to loosen you up fast.

you stood close behind sasha watching connie line up six plastic shot cups before pouring a glass bottle of clear liquor (to the brim) of each cup. being the gentleman he was he opens the cooler by his foot pulling out two mini can of pinapple juice.

snatching a shot for himself he tosses it back with a grimace and a quick head shake then walks off giving you a look of good luck.

"two for me, three for you." she hands you the can and pulls you to stand by her. taking a deep breath through your nose you grab each shot one by one and then chase them with the juice. it's almost embarrassing how loud you gagged from the tingle in the back of your throat.

"good?" she laughs at your struggle and you shoot her a glare. "what do you think sash??"

you look back over your shoulder to see that your friend group had dispersed among themselves with fellow party goers, unsurprisingly. lucky for them you made everyone share locations before even coming here AND gave them the major stranger danger safety run down.

what's even more embarrassing is how within the span of five minutes you feel every nerve slip into a relaxed state, the crease of you brow is replaced with a content, one would say- happy expression.

the first sound of ' freak hoe' is played full blast and it's like a flash flood of nearly every girl in the party racing towards the ¿dance floor?. but not only were the girls rushing through, but the guys too. either trying to stop their girls from showing out or simply tryna catch what was being thrown.

you and sasha being part of the crowd  followed not far behind. and wherever you went green hooded eyes followed in suit.

in most cases you weren't one to show you in private let alone in public, but before you left the comfort of your dormitory the girls showed you a step by step tutorial on basic "ass shaking."

good for you that you comprehension skills are a-1 because in no time you were throwing it all around the world, my god would you regret this in the morning. sasha being there was extremely handy in making sure your skirt didn't ride up to the point where nothing was left to the imagination.

and boy oh boy did eren have a good one. zoning out on you and that stupid silver band circling your ring finger. he suddenly snaps into reality when a man, a random, tries to catch what he claimed for the night.

eren is quicker, his stride longer. you feel him before you see him. his presence is great. big almost. his scent woodsy and minty with a linger smell of weed. intoxicating.

sasha give you a look once the song is over and made into something that can be danced to in a slow grind. you smile and wink she takes the hint and scurry off to find her baldheaded best friend.

the man behind you leans forward and your automatically enticed by the eyes. bright and green but low and lidded. your arms reach you around his neck and tangle in the hair on his nape, the weight of his bun resting there as well.

on the other hand(s) his are traveling down your side and to the opening of your blouse. you stop him, turning to face him only to be met with a broad chest. . looking up to see a man more striking the a god themself, he grins small and sexy. you look more beautiful up close, he can't help the lump twitching against his thigh in this black cargos.

he also can help but notice the way you scan his face all doe like, he lets you drink him in even with the heavy bass pumping throughout both your bodies.

finally you breathe out a simple "hi." shuttering cause you feel his eyes on your lips, then the drop lower to the star sign necklace sitting on your collar bone.

you move before him, grabbing him by the collar of his black tee. hell- it was just as shocking to you as it was him wondering where in the world you got all this confidence from.

"hey." he mutters against your lips before reciprocating the kiss. it's desperate on your end and controlled on his, like trying to pull an elephant with a rope. you whine into his mouth and he can't help but puff out a breath of laughter.

he pulls back and you can't help but chase him. "bathroom?" he looks you dead in your eyes already tipsy on just a taste of what this man can give you. you nod at a flashes pace when you feel the not so subtle pulse down below. and just like that the two of you are off, him shielding you from the sea of sweaty bodies. you pass sasha and connie once more making direct eye contact with her.

her jaw drops hard. she turns to connie who lifts his hand to close her mouth, who mumbles something about hot breath.

eren waste no time knowing exactly where the first floor washroom is. another man stumbles his way towards the door and earns a palm to the face and a rough shove by eren.

he locks the door quickly before the complaints start and shoves your lower back against the sink capturing you in another mind numbing kiss. the cold thin metal of your ring stings his skin when you cup his handsome face, and he groans deep and long. rutting his chub against your thigh.

he breaks first spinning you around so that you're facing the mirror. lips swollen, eyes glassy, and edges starting to lift, eren wants to devour you. eat you whole.

he leans into you pushing his weight on your back. wet open mouth kisses from the junction of your shoulder all the way up to your ear and he huffs out "eren."

lost in the sensation you hum at him choking back a moan when he reaches under that god forsaken skirt and he barely applies pressure to your panties. and yet here they are soak down.

"my name, eren. remember it." he muttered to you taking pleasure in watch you quiver like a leaf over a thumb. just as sudden as it came his hand was ripped away away. hiking up your skirt he pulls your panties down, and spreads.

"my god," he sighed. nothing in this world could prepare him for the sight that beholds him. sticky, wet folds make a slick noise as he thumbs through them. he watches you twitch and arch your back, in an instant he drops down to his knees.

"just nasty," he commented before dropping to his knees shoving his face in your cunt. his mouth automatically finds your clit and he sucks. that sharp nose of his nudging against your clenching hole. and then- he takes in a sharp breath through his nose eye scrolling to the back of his skull.

you've lost all support opting to rest your forehead on the mirror while eren sucks on you pussy like a starved man. it's so much, it's too much. he's sloppy with it, fluids dripping down from his mouth, to his chin, onto his shirt. all you can do is moan.

"ugh -god! eren! eren!" you sob, he slurps. its all so good.

"you're cumming? come on pretty, cum on my fucking tongue." he envelopes you whole and shoves his tongue in repeatedly over and over until you scream.

"shit - eren im fucking cumming!" and you do. hard. but he keeps going not wasting a drop of your release. gasping for some air, hunched over the sink, panties down by your knocking shaking knees, you feel it.

hard, long, heavy, and thick against your lower back you didn't even realize he had dropped his cargos and boxers just below his fat balls. 8 inches of man ready and waiting.

he see you lifting yourself up and he decides you had enough time to recover. his slides his tip an angry shade of red, through your sensitive folds and then pushes in slow.

quickly he grabs his base hard and squeezes. "shit-" he stills, taking a deep breath. "s'fucking tight." he comments rubbing on your swollen clit making you shudder. "loosen up dollface, let me in." his brows furrowed as he watches you biting into the fabric of your sleeve. you’re holding back and he knows it. he knows he's big, and he knows you can take it.

in one swift motion he bottoms out and you cry. cry so loud you could stop the party. his 'thrust' shallow but oh so deep, fat tip nudging right against your cervix.

"o-oh fuck FUCK!" you wail clenching on him hard as you orgasm. "atta girl, there she is." he grins big and bright. "feels good don't it? you love cummin' on me dontcha, princess?" he hisses, reeling his hips back and he pounds into you.

"s-shit, you're soo g-oodd!" you wailed to him, your tits bouncing out that stupid stuffy blouse. he wants to see more, to feel more. his fingers scoop you up by the neck. damp back pulled to his wet chest, and he squeezes. the feeling of his hand even resting on your throat was delicious - but this.

this was different. "e-erenn! jesus f-fucking christ! m'cummin, m'cummin!" you gasp out hand wrapping around his and choking you harder. his eyes widen green eyes nearly black and gives a wild smile at your fucked out expression. "you filthy little thing, you like being choked dont ya? what would yer daddy say if he found you his dollface little girl was slutting herself out for me ,hm?"

you feel it, right there in your gut, hot desire flooding from your pussy all onto the floor in streams of clear liquid. your cheeks are red from the lack of oxygen. his thrust get harder but you can feel eren tensing. another brutal thrust and he grunts deep and sexy. "fuck baby." he fucks himself through his high just using your sloppy cunt to his will. his grip on you throat is released and that has you doubling over gasping for sweet oxygen.

jeager relishes the feeling of your walls clamping on him till he decides enough is enough. he pulls out and in an instant thick, creamy globs of cum plop down onto your soaked down underwear.

leaning down once more he come face of face with your fucked out pussy and licks the mixture of bodily fluids. this makes you jolt and then he presses a delicate kiss to you clit. contradicting his actions he sents a hard smack to your ass cheek. eren groans taking a look at the mess you both made on the floor and yourselves. he just grabs and decorative towels hanging above the toilet, wiping himself off and then throwing it on the floor to soak up any liquid.

then he hands you a pitiful piece of tissue paper to clean yourself off. but before you can start he's distracting you with kisses to your earlobe, he grabs your hand and suddenly your finger is feeling .. lighter.

you spoke out to confront him but he slips back out into the world leaving you stranded and confused.

also with an empty finger. bummer, he didn't even catch your name..

[notsorryiml8]

Ok, maybe a hot take or not, but I have been thinking as they're two of my Naruto favs and my favorite father-son duo and father's day is next weekend here, but nobody ever talks about how Sakumo messed up Kakashi's life. Okay, before you get on me, yes, people do talk about him un-aliving himself and the impact that had all the time, yes, I get that. BUT, nobody ever talks about how he put Kakashi into the ninja academy at 4 (!) and essentially robbed him of the possibility of EVER having a normal childhood and as a result, a normal life. I get it, I mean your child is this exceptional prodigy who's not "normal" - probably was talking at 3 months, walking at 6 months, reading at 18 months and maybe had 2 chakra natures by the time he was 3 🤷🏾‍♀️. *headcanon alert* Single-parent Dad had to work all the time as a legendary shinobi in a world at war and probably had NO idea what to do with this child with that kind of intellect and talent and would see it as a waste to keep him home (daycare/sitter/where all the other babies go who have active shinobi parents??). So he wanted to nurture those talents - to him it made sense, and in a lot of ways it does, but still...the shinobi world was messed up. 4 year olds should be learning their ABCs - yeah yeah yeah, he already knew his - or playing in the sandbox - okay, so he didn't play well with others, but still, just sayin'...

Then we get to Hiruzen. Sakumo in all likelihood had to ask permission from Hiruzen to enroll his child, who was only born 4 years prior, in the academy. But Hiruzen only saw this child as another tool. Even in the (filler) anime, Hiruzen was all hyped about watching that little 6-year-old in the chunin exams and the Forest of Death. Then, apparently, saw nothing wrong with putting that baby boy on multiple squads with teenagers and adults(!) who kept kicking him off because they refused to take orders from a baby with an attitude problem and then was also sending him on missions during a war (ngl, he'd make a good decoy and would be good at hiding and espionage bc they'd think he's just a cute little kid - Hiruzen, my man, I get it - a six year old is like 3 1/2 feet tall and weighs like 40 pounds on a good day).

Going to give gramps some benefit of the doubt. In looking at mission stats, Kakashi did a heck of a lot D-ranked missions - after Iruka, Kakashi has more D-rank missions than any other shinobi, so thinking Hiruzen possibly felt some guilt and did keep him in the village for some time because of his age (hopefully?? like "here's a mission, go pet some lonely puppies at the animal shelter and spend the day with them to build social skills."). But still...make it make sense. Everybody gets on Hiruzen because of how he treats Naruto, but old man's been treating kids that way long before Naruto was born. And don't give me that, "well, Kakashi was a genin at 5, chunin at 6, so he was technically grown" bs...because then I will say go see the first paragraph about his daddy unintentionally setting him up from the start. Everybody was trying their best, I guess...

Okay, now getting off my high horse and going to bed 😊...

[imitationgame77]

Murderbot and ART reading each other's mind

Murderbot claims that ART does not read its mind – that it really knows Murderbot well. But sometimes, it DOES appear as though ART is reading Murderbot’s mind. As if its inner thoughts are leaking into its private feed where ART is sitting and watching.

Here are some examples:

[Quote]

I hate it when ART is right. “I can’t do anything about that.”

You can’t alter your configuration.

I could see the skepticism through the feed. “No, I can’t. Look up the specs on SecUnits.”

SecUnits are never altered. Skepticism intensifying. (Artificial Condition, p.42).

[Comment]

How can see the skepticism through the feed, unless they know each other very well? Murderbot has observed and calibrated ART’s various responses through the hours of joint media viewing, and can now interpret subtle changes in the feed. Basically reading ART.

[Quote]

Its arms were bare, and there was no metal showing and no gun ports. This was not a SecUnit.

I was looking at a sexbot.

That is not the official designation, ART said.

The official designation is ComfortUnit but everybody knows what that means. (Artificial Condition, pp.89-90).

[Comment]

I mean, how can ART tell that Murderbot is looking at a ComfortUnit, thinking of it as a sexbot, without reading its mind?

[Quote]

Without drones, I couldn’t see what it was doing. ART had switched over to Iris’s feed, using her enviro suit camera, and the resolution at this distance wasn’t good. ART needed a field equipment upgrade. Wait, a human would look at it, right?

ART said, Look at it. It’s obvious you’re avoiding it.

Maybe I’m a nervous human who’s afraid of bots, I told ART, but I looked at it anyway. (System Collapse, p.13)

[Comment]

By the beginning of System Collapse, ART is practically always in Murderbot’s head in order to monitor its stats. Murderbot also has the constant awareness of ART’s activities, because of their practically wall-free intimacy. ART can probably hear anything Murderbot is thinking in language (human or machine language) unless Murderbot tries very hard to think privately.

In this scene, it is also sweet that Murderbot does as told by ART, because even though it hates when ART is right, it knows when ART is right (which is always).

[Quote]

(Obviously this is not actually what I’m upset about, it’s just easier to be angry about B-E Unit1’s fuckup and/or disregard for minimum client safety.)

Safer to be angry about it, ART said on our private connection. (System Collapse, p.15)

[Comment]

It really is literally reading Murderbot’s thoughts.

[Quote]

I should have paid more attention. I’d fucked that up, too.

We both fucked that up, ART-drone said. No, it doesn’t read my mind, it just knows me really well. I should have banned refreshment items containing stimulants earlier in the day. (System Collapse, p.133)

[Comment]

Even if ART isn’t reading Murderbot’s mind (which I think it is), ART’s choice of expression is also spot-on.

[Quote]

On our private channel, I asked ART-drone, Is it one of ours?

There’s a 66 percent chance, ART-drone replied. If after our first message they decided to send assistance, they could have met the second pathfinder en route and received the map coordinates that would allow them to locate our exact position.

[…]

Sometimes the thing where it’s like ART reads my mind goes both ways. I said, But you don’t think it is.

No. (System Collapse, pp.191-192).

[Comment]

Murderbot says “it’s like ART reads my mind goes both ways” – even if it is not literally reading its mind, they are so attuned to each other’s processing patterns, that by noting spikes in the feed activities, they can read each other.

For more thorough analysis of implicit communications between Murderbot and ART, I wrote this piece on AO3:

[madame-mortician]

Theorising on that new TCM game mode (Rush Week):

Takes place late 70s-early 80s, so after the events of both the TCM game and the TCM movie (before TCM 2 though.)

Gameplay is similar to Friday the 13th: The Game. There’s 6 survivors and only 1 killer, so they kinda have to make Johnny way stronger than he is in the regular game mode. The survivors will also probably just have set stats and limited perks.

Because it takes place at a University during Halloween, the set up will be way different since it won’t be Johnny hunting down victims trying to escape a basement, it would be Johnny hunting down victims spread out across a bigger map than usual.

From the teaser, it looks like the survivors are all women, so he’s specifically gone to the woman’s dorms, which fits his character. This probably means all the victims are female characters maybe with the exception of 1 or 2.

Johnny is 100% going to have new voice lines. Some of his regular voice lines can work in a general setting, however most of his lines only work in the context of the normal game, with all of Maria’s friends and being in a family owned location surrounded by family. Here he’s alone in a girls dormitory, completely outnumbered but also stronger than he was before, so his voice lines should reflect that. It would be great if he mentioned things like the games events and the TCM movies events (by this point the Sawyer Family would’ve moved out of the family house because Sally escaped.) Obviously I don’t want him to just stare at the camera and lore dump, but the occasional voice line mentioning a character or an event would be nice.

This one is more speculation, but in the teaser Johnny is wearing a biker jacket, akin to gang members. Though I doubt Johnny himself is in a gang, it’s funny to think he’d dress like one to make himself look cool. That or he’s just a metalhead.

The set up is interesting, because in every other game like this, there’s a situation that leads to the survivors being aware of their hunter and splitting up (in F13, they see Jason and split up, in TCM they get caught and locked up…) So like… what’s the scenario here? Does Johnny just come waltzing in and everybody instantly runs away because they’re scared? It makes sense for Jason because they already know of him beforehand and literally watch him kill somebody, but Johnny just walking in wouldn’t cause everybody to panic and rush to fix their car in the middle of the night to escape. Maybe he comes in, kills somebody and then everybody panics but I feel like in this setting he’d get caught and that’s it? It’s not even like the game can just start with the victims unaware Johnny is there, because then why would they be trying to survive, they don’t know they’re in any danger? We’ll just have to wait and see >:)

[bewildered-angel]

QoL features

Hello!

The next update I will put out will be a bunch of Quality of Life improvements to the current game. There's quite a few things that can be smoothed over or polished!

Below I'll list all the things I'm considering. Now that isn't to say I'll do all of them! Some of them might turn out to be unnecessary or prohibitively difficult/time-consuming to accomplish. But I want your opinions about them, and I also want to hear what QoL features you would like to see in the game! 

These are supposed to be improvements to the already existing game, mostly changes in UI. I don't have to time right now to add big new features and mechanics.

Here's what I'm thinking about:

Keyboard Input - This is a popular request to be able to play the game solely by keyboard

Highlight Common Element Previews - I want to indicate to the player what Common Elements are covered by the characters they have selected when picking a stage

Improve Map Navigation - Click and drag can be kind of a chore over long distances, I want other options for moving the map

Characters on the Start Menu - I haven't updated this in a long time! I want everybody there!

Options for sorting characters - I want to sort them by level up cost, weight, favorite food, and abilities

Smarter Map default location - Right now the game just focuses on the earliest incomplete level when you return to the map screen, this is a pain to deal with if you're retrying an old level for better times or in a branched area

Improve font - The 1 and the 7 look too much like each other in the current font!

Better Indication of cooldown and KO - Right now these are indicated by shading the character portrait, which I don't think is clear enough!

Some way to review the information about stats - Right now this is a tutorial message that only shows up the first time you go to level up. If you miss it the first time, you're outta luck!

Increase the multiplier for favorite food? - I'm really on the fence about this one. If the multiplier was bumped up to say, 4x, that would speed up the game and reward picking characters particularly well suited for each level. But that also punishes using your favorite characters if they're sub-optimal.

Bestiary? - For checking monster stats! Maybe? Another one I'm not sure about.

Preview the exact rooms/monsters? - Sometimes the Common Element display doesn't give you a good idea of what's really going on. Maybe when you're retrying a level it tells you exactly what you'll face?

Buff Armor? - Right now Armor just isn't as exciting as the other support abilities! Maybe all I need to do is double or triple the value?

See Best Crew Along with Best Time in Level Select - So you don't have to remember what the best party comp for each stage is!

Common Elements Display Needs to Prioritize Damage Type (Weapon, Magic, Etc) over Food Type - Damage type is just more relevant!

What do you think about these changes? What other changes would you like to see?

[specialagentlokitty]

Melendez x reader - different kind

Sitting in the hospital bed, you stared out the window, listening to the sound of the other person in the room pacing up and down.

“What is taking them so long?” He growled.

“Watch your temper.” The guard snapped.

“Or what?!”

You turned to the man who now had four guns pointed at him.

“Keep your anger, it does no good here.” You said.

The man sighed, sitting down in the chair and you turned to the guards who narrowed their eyes and lowered their weapons.

“Remember your place animal.” One huffed.

You turned back to the window, ignoring the door as it was opened and closed.

“(Y/N) (L/N), 29, here for a valve replacement.” A woman spoke.

“Why all the guards?” A man asked.

You glanced at the four who had entered your room, eyes focused on them and they stepped back a little seeing the glow to them.

Another man entered.

“Because we aren’t dealing with a normal patient today. I’m Doctor Andrews, chief of surgery.”

The others introduced themselves to you.

You said nothing and Andrews gestured towards you.

“Can we?”

You gave a small nod of your head.

Jared walked over, listening to the sound of your heart and lungs, and they spoke while doing so but you weren’t that focused.

“So we have you scheduled for a replacement in a few days, your heart is managing fine on its own but we need to keep you under observation since we aren’t allowed to run our normal tests.”

You turned to Liam.

“How do you intend to do the surgery?” He asked.

“The same way we would on anybody else.” Melendez replied.

Liam scoffed.

“That won’t work, you’ll be wasting your time.”

“Well we aren’t sure what we’re dealing with, this is a first for us all, so care to explain?” Claire said.

Liam looked at you and you shook your head.

“No, we don’t.”

With that, Liam left, taking three of the guards with him while one stayed with you.

“Are they here for our safety?” Shaun asked.

“Yes doctor Murphy, they are.”

You looked at Andrews, then to Shaun who shuffled about a little bit.

Sighing you held out your arm to him.

He walked over, taking it, pressing two fingers against the pulse point as he looked at the heart monitor.

“Your stats are higher than other people’s.” He noted.

“Is that the case for everybody like (Y/N)?”

“Yes, werewolves tend to have a higher heart rate and temperature so they can thrive in the wild.” The guard replied.

“We’ll come through soon, explain the risks and complications with the surgery, and what other options we can find for you.”

You said nothing and they left.

This wasn’t a normal procedure, and they didn’t know if a few days was going to be long enough to figure it all out.

So for the following few hours they poured everything they had into doing research, reading papers and studies on werewolves to find anything to help.

Later that evening, it was Melendez who came back in holding a few papers.

“We found a few things, but I’m not sure if they’re true, do you mind if we chat about them?”

He waited for your response and glanced to the guard.

“They won’t speak, aside from their pack and us, she doesn’t communicate with anybody else.”

The doctor nodded his head and walked in, sitting on a chair on the other side of the room.

He was hoping maybe asking questions would get a response out of you but it didn’t.

“We’re only trying to help you, I need you to tell me if any of these ideas will work.” He sighed.

You glanced over, yellow eyes beaming at him, and he looked away.

“Will they work?”

He glanced back over just in time to see you shake your head.

“Right, so clearly the surgery is the best option.”

Again you shook your head and he furrowed his brows a little bit.

You held your hand out, and he walked over, handing the papers to you, and you flicked through them before pointed at something.

“Werewolves have a faster healing rate, with most wounds healing seconds after infliction…”

He ran a hand down his face.

“So even if I attempt to preform surgery, your wound will attempt to close while I’m still in there?” He asked.

Again you nodded your head.

“Then we’ll need to keep you in until we can find something else.”

And that’s what they did.

It took a lot of paperwork and meetings, but they were allowed to keep you in the hospital so they could figure out what to do.

With your heart failing, but your heightened healing trying to fix it, they weren’t sure how much time they had.

But they eventually got used to the notion of their being a dangerous being inside of the hospital.

But you still refused to help them in any way, letting them trying to figure it out in their own.

Melendez walked in, giving you a smile as he walked over to the monitor.

“Are you doing alright today?” He asked.

He glanced at you to see you staring out the window.

“We’re finalising all the paperwork for your surgery now, after today you’ll have a heart that is hopefully as good as new.”

You looked up.

“There are so risks involved, being that you may not be able to do everything you used to be able to.”

He handed you some paper work and you looked at it.

“I just need your consent and when we get the approval, we can go ahead.”

You read over the papers briefly, then you handed them back to him, laying on your side away from him.

“(Y/N) you need this surgery. You will die without it.”

You clenched your jaw.

“There’s nothing to be scared off, we’ve talked to your healer, he said the measurements are safe, that they won’t harm you in the long run.”

He took the papers, trying to figure out what you had seen to cause this reaction.

“You can still be a werewolf you know, you just will need to be careful. These are just possible risks.”

You still didn’t move and he sighed.

“Is transforming, or strength, or speed more important to you than your own life?” He asked.

You closed your eyes.

“You’re scared, and unsure. I understand, I can bring down somebody who can ease your concerns.”

He left and you waited.

You didn’t want to go under the knife, you didn’t want the surgery, but you couldn’t say there because eventually somebody would overrule you.

So when you knew the coast was clear you left, slipping past people and outside where a Liam was waiting.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Take me home.”

He nodded and helped you in the car, driving you back out of the city.

You got home, immediately making your way inside and to the back to sit down on a chair, looking at all the face that were looking back at you.

“I’ll be fine, go.”

They seemed unconvinced and instead stayed close to you.

A pack took care of one of their own when they were sick, and when that person was the daughter of their leader, they took extra care.

It had been a few days and you couldn’t travel far, you mainly stayed at your home.

“You should have stayed there.”

You looked up to your dad.

“It is no place for the likes of us.”

“Maybe not, but they could’ve helped you.”

“If this is the Will of fate then so be it.”

He sighed, placing a hand on your head.

“Hear the doctor out at least.”

With that, he left and a few minutes later somebody else sat next to you.

“Running away from a hospital isn’t the best way to refuse medical care you know.”

You said nothing.

“Would you really rather die than have a surgery that can save your life? For what? Just because you may not be able to transform again? Have all the things you do now?”

You clenched your jaw, looking at your hands.

“Right now as it stands if you transform again your heart won’t be able to handle the stress, you will die. There’s only a small chance you’ll lose the ability to do this.”

You turned your attention to the sky.

“It isn’t about losing that ability…”

Melendez looked at you in shock.

“If I lose that, I lose everything that makes me who I am… everything that my ancestors raised us to be, my whole bloodline will be gone…”

“But you will be alive.”

You turned to him.

“What’s the most painful thing you’ve ever experienced?”

Melendez thought for a moment, but he couldn’t come up with an answer.

“Exactly, you can’t answer. For humans they have no answer. For us it’s different..”

You looked away.

“If we lose that part of us we lose who we are, it breaks us, drives us insane.”

“It’s only a small risk.”

“But still a risk, a werewolf without a wolf is nothing..”

Melendez sighed a little.

“But after the surgery there’s a better chance that you can do all of that again and more.”

“You know nothing about us…”

“Maybe not, but I know a lot about surgery.”

You glanced at him and he smiled a little bit.

“How about this, I’ll tell you everything about the surgery, and you can tell me how to better the procedure. After the surgery you tell me about werewolves.”

You agreed to this and he began to run you through everything.

After hearing it all, you understood it better but you still had your doubts.

“You will be doing it?”

“I will.”

You nodded.

“So do I have your permission?”

You sighed, looking at the pack who came crowding around, awaiting your answer.

“Okay.”

Melendez smiled.

He had never done surgery on a werewolf, but he wanted to help you, and he needed to make sure that you made it through this

[aliteralsemicolon]

Hey there,

I totally get where you're coming from about Spencer being a fictional character open to interpretation. Fiction gives us the freedom to explore characters in new and unique ways, and it's part of what makes writing fanfiction so fun and fulfilling.

The beauty of fanfiction is that it allows us to explore different facets of a character that we don't always get to see on screen. That said, I do believe there’s a line between creative interpretation and taking a character so far from their established traits that they become unrecognizable.

Yes, the show has inconsistencies, and no character is written perfectly at all times, but there’s a difference between exploring new dimensions of a character and ignoring their fundamental nature. Just like any well-crafted character, Spencer has a set of core traits that make him who he is, and deviating too far from those can sometimes feel off-putting for readers who love him for those exact reasons.

Writers should absolutely have the freedom to explore and reinterpret characters, but it’s also fair for readers to expect some level of consistency with the established canon, especially with such a well-defined character like Spencer Reid.

Hi lovely, while I agree with you to a certain extent I think you also have to keep in mind and be honest to yourself about what those traits are. Here are Reid's canon established traits that don't change throughout the show and a long ramble (let me know if I missed anything):

IQ of 187

eidetic memory

can read 20 000 words per minute

carries a brown satchel everywhere

loves: reading, play chess, excessive sugar in coffee

can count cards (banned from ever casino in Vegas)

tendency to ramble / go on tangents

socially awkward (this decreases as the show progresses, also circumstantial to the situation he's in)

technophobe

germaphobe (inconsistent, Mathew shakes hands on camera when Reid normally wouldn't. also changes slightly after the prison arc)

Fear of being perceived as mentally ill, having schizophrenia especially.

Those are the one's I can think of right now, but the list for established (as in set in stone, these traits don't change at all throughout the show) traits is pretty short. Anything else you associate to him changes throughout the show and depends on the season.

They're not very defining in terms of Reid as a whole human being, because like I said, people are complex. The traits above do not explain how he would behave in every aspect of his life.

For example: I get anxious in social settings with large groups even when everybody in that group is my friend but I'm very confident when the friend groups become smaller. And I don't behave the same way with any partner I have as I do with my friends. A lot of the traits my friends associate with me aren't there when I'm with my partner.

Anything traits outside of those mentioned traits (minus a couple I may have missed) can't be counted as "established" traits because they're either fan associated or change with the season of Reid (S2 and S5 Reid are not the same). Expect consistency, by all means, but also be realistic about your expectations for that character.

The conversation here is about the random hate and unhelpful criticism towards fanfic writers because certain readers don't agree with the writer's portrayal. It's unnecessary and a waste of everyone's time when they could just not read that writers work. And really entitled behaviour considering this is content they're getting for free.

Now I'm not going to go and reply to every single reblog on the original post I made (every single one had such a valid point and I agree with them all), but I will quote the genius @/lavenderspence (she takes after our husband Reid, look at those stats)

"As of today, there are 4497 fics under the Spencer Reid/Reader tag on AO3, 1509 fics under the Aaron Hotchner/Reader tag, and ONLY 236 fics under the Derek Morgan/Reader tag. There's more than enough fanfics out there for you all to find the right one FOR YOU, without BASHING SOMEONE ELSE'S representation of the character."

That's it from me about this topic, I think I've said everything I've needed to.

[blommis-writes]

"We should welcome twitter users coming to tumblr" yeah okay but have you ever had to interact with twitter fandom people? They're some of the nastiest beings to ever exist on this fucking planet.

They're the same who stalked Joseph Quinn wherever he went after season 4 of Stranger Things dropped and Eddie Munson became a fan favourite, leaking his dating app profile and his private cellphone number. (They also leaked Gaten Matarazzo’s cellphone number from what I got.)

They’re the same who harassed the Heartstopper cast so much that one of the main actors deactivated his twitter profile and the other was forced into coming out as bi.

And god forbid if you DARE criticizing the show they like, even if you’re a fan of it yourself. Just this morning I got a load of shit thrown at me on twitter because I dared pointing out how netflix acts in different ways towards wlw shows than mlm shows. I went about it logically looking at stats, and used First Kill and Young Royals as an example, because I watched both and the stats were very different in terms of budget, of views, etc. so overall, an easier comparison to make than between two shows who had almost identical stats.

Somehow (considering I usually get, at most 10 interactions under a tweet on a good day), my tweet blew up among Young Royals fans and I got 1000+ among replies and qrts of people who disagreed and I thought okay, not everybody has the same opinion right? Conctructive criticism is a thing right?

Well, on the goddamn blue bird app it is not.

People just said stuff like “it’s just because that First Kill sucks ass” and I tried explaining why (aka the tanking starting budget), so they went on to straight up calling me stupid, dumb, ignorant, they said I did not understand that one is Netflix USA and the other is from Netflix Nordic, mixed with a lot of swearwords in the crassest display ever.

And like. The fun thing is, I’m completing a master’s degree in Swedish. With my main faculty being media criticism. It will literally be my job, one day, to translate and criticize Swedish-speaking and English-speaking media.

Plus, though it’s not one of my favourites, I’m a fan of Young Royals myself because I started watching it to practice my Swedish language skills, and actually worked with its subtitles for a project of translation I had to do for class.

Tumblr may be a hellsite (affectionate) bit it’s really chill now, and kind of a safe heaven for me where I can interact with any kind of fandom and talk freely about which shows, characters and ships/pairings I love (i.e. apparently everyone on twitter is a Billy Hargrove anti. Seriously. Went to see if there were some fanarts, hcs, or other pieces of fanon really, but there was nothing except for hate tweets against both the characters and fans who like him), even when it comes to more serious and technical stuff like why netflix dooms certain shows from the start (cough cough First Kill cough cough) and I would hate to see it become full of hate just like twitter is.

Soooo, tl;dr: Like hell am I welcoming people you can’t have a civil discussion over anything with here.

[coffeeghoulie]

Cumulus and Sunny my not-so-secret beloveds for #7?

#7: to shut them up

sunny's a nerd and cumulus loves that for her, hope you enjoy <3

from this prompt list

It's a quiet Saturday in the band ghoul den, a rarity, and Cumulus means to take advantage of the temporary respite from the chaos. She curls her legs under her in one of the large armchairs in the common room, turning a skein of yarn over in her hands.

It's impossibly soft, a variegated thing that fades from deep, rich navy to a light silver, and she thinks it would be perfect for a scarf for Rain. The poor thing doesn't fair well in the cold Abbey winters.

She pulls one of her hooks out from where she tucked it behind her ear and pulls up a video on her phone; she'd been meaning to teach herself a new stitch. If it didn't turn out quite right the first time, oh well, she can always frog the thing.

Cumulus chains for a few moments until it's long enough for the short side of a scarf, pausing the video as the woman explains how to form the stitch, how many chains to skip and where to work the next one. She hums, following along slowly until she begins to get the hang of it.

It doesn't take long for the peace she's taking advantage of to be broken. Pounding footsteps echo down the hall, and if Cumulus couldn't pick up the citrus and fresh air smell of one of her packmates, one of her girls, her hackles would have raised, ruffled feathers and pinned back ears.

Instead, Sunshine bursts into the common room, copper curls bouncing as she looks around, eyes alight as she makes eye contact with the air ghoulette.

"Lu! Songbird!" She calls, grinning ear to ear and giving Swiss a run for his money.

"Hi, sparky," Cumulus says, eyes flicking back down to the yarn in her hands, not quite confident enough to do this new stitch blind. "You're done for the day?"

Sunny bounds over, tail wagging like an over enthusiastic labrador retriever. "Yep, just finished session zero, everybody's got their characters made. We start actually playing next week."

Cumulus hums politely. She knows that Sunshine's playing Dungeons and Dragons with some of the other ghouls; Special running the table and Cowbell one of their regular players since before she had been summoned. But in recent years, Sunshine's joined in, as well as two especially brave Siblings, and their newest player, Aeon.

"I'm playing a wild magic sorcerer named Aveline, she's human but that gives me a plus one buff to all of my ability scores-" she rambles, clambering into Cumulus's lap like an excessively needy cat, nudging the top of her head underneath Cumulus's chin.

The air ghoulette laughs, reaching around her lapful of multighoulette to pause the video on her phone as Sunshine keeps talking. "Aeon's got a half-elven rogue named Vox, stereotypical, I know, but it's easy enough for them to keep track of, no spell slots to worry about, just gotta get behind people and rack up that sneak attack damage."

Cumulus hums, grinning as she tucks her hook back behind her feathered ear. She watches for a moment as Sunshine gestures loudly as she keeps talking, rules and stats that she's explained a dozen times over but Cumulus has never been able to keep straight in her mind. Her eyes go soft as Sunny keeps talking, tail wagging so fast the spade thumps against the armchair, nearly knocking Cumulus's phone off of the arm. Something warm swells in her chest, a feeling that's never far off when Sunshine enters the room.

Cumulus can't take it anymore, acting on that warm feeling and grabbing Sunny's cheeks, pulling her down to cut off her ramble with a big kiss. It's worth it to see Sunny's brain shut off, train of thought completely derailed. Her feathers ruffle with a smug grin at the dumbfounded expression on her face.

"What was that for?" Sunny complains, whining. But Cumulus knows better, wrapping her arms around Sunny's waist and pulling her more securely onto her lap.

"I love it when you're passionate, Spark. Tell me more."

Sunny, ever eager, is happy to comply.

[azlan-snow]

Humble Beginnings(Radiobelle)

Chapter Nine: An Interesting Topic

(Alastor’s POV. He’s drunk, everybody!!!)

As I retired for the night, I wanted to ask Husker a question. Thankfully he was still at the bar.

“You look like shit,”he said.

“Just pour me a drink, Husker.”

“Well, what do you want?”

“I want to ask you a question, but I can’t do that sober.”

“I meant to drink.”

“Oh. Whiskey, if you have it.”

“Fine.” He pours him the drink and I take the whole bottle. “What happened this time, Boss?”

“Charlotte happened. She happened and now, it’s stuck.”

“Well, didn't you tell her parents that you love her?”

“I did. Her father attacked me for it. I have the burn marks to prove it.”

“Did you fight back, Boss?” 

“Of course not. Charlotte would be furious if I did.”

“Well, did you mean what you said?” 

“Yes.” I chug down another glass of rye, hoping it will help.

“Easy on the rye, boss. You being drunk is not the best for everyone. Last time that happened, you went and murdered 22 people.”

“That was fun, Husker.”

“For you, maybe. Not for anyone else.” I laugh at his answer. 

“Relax.” Then I hear footsteps. 

“Hey, Charlie,” Husk says, unfazed at the princesses presence. I, on the other hand, was quite surprised she was still awake. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be asleep, darling?” I say, confused.

“Couldn’t sleep. Plus, lesson plans.”

“I thought we went over those already.”

“Not for tomorrow. The next two weeks.”

“Two Weeks?! What do you need to plan that much for, Princess?” Husk asks. 

“Well, it’s better to be prepared!”

“That’s overkill, Princess.” 

“It is, darling. Perhaps you should seek sleep,” I say. 

“What?”

“It means go to bed. Now.”

“No. Husk, would you be so kind and pour me a strawberry margarita?”

“Husk, don’t listen to the insomniac.”

“You are one, Alastor.”

“The non-drunk one, then.”

“Husk, please just pour me the drink.”

“Wouldn’t coffee suffice better than a drink?”

“Yes, but I’ve already had 10. I don’t need more coffee.”

“Yer’ right, Princess. You need sleep. Stat.”

“No. I simply need the drink.”

“Charlotte, as your partner, I’m making an intervention.” I pick her up by the waist and over my shoulder.

“LET GO.”  Charlie transformed into her demon form as I felt a chill down my spine. She kicked me, straight in the stomach and I huddled over in pain. She reverts back, and looks down in horror. Then runs away crying.

“You good, Boss?” Husk asks, not giving two hoots about my current condition.

“Is that what you call good? She just ran off in tears.” 

“I know she ain’t fine. I’m askin’ about you, dumbass. How’s yer gut?” 

“Fine. But she isn’t.” I get up and teleport away to find Charlie crying hysterically, mumbling “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” in between sobs.

“Charlotte? Are you okay, darling?”

“Am I okay? AM I OKAY? What does it look like?” 

“I understand. You aren’t okay mentally. I mean physically.”

“Yes, I’m fine physically. Are you?” She gestures to the bed, asking for me to sit.

“I’m quite alright, though your hooves hurt more than I thought,” I say, sitting down. 

“How did you know I had hooves?”

“You think I wouldn’t recognize something I have of my own?”

“Wait. You have hooves?” Charlie crawled over to me and gestured her hands to my hooves, asking to see them. I removed my shoes and lifted them to her hands. As she felt them, I asked her a question. “Do you know how to get the soreness out of them?”

“I Do! Can I?”The look on her face was sheer joy. At least she was smiling.

“Of course, darling.” She began to massage my hoof, and it felt amazing.

“Do they feel better?”

“So much. Thank you, Charlie.”

“I’m sorry for kicking you in the gut.”

“It’s fine. It no longer hurts.”

“Are you sure?” She placed her hand on my stomach and I winced in pain. “That’s what I thought. Let me take a look at it.”

“Now,my lady, I must warn you. I am quite an unsightly being. Are you sure you wish to continue?”

“I don’t care how many scars you have. And don’t say that about yourself. It’s degrading.”

“Degrading, yes, but true.”

“Lies. Now take your shirt.”

I have no choice but to obey as she is a persistent one. I remove my coat and suspenders, and begin to unbutton my shirt. Charlotte stares at me as I derobe, and practically burns holes into my back with it. “You know it’s rude to stare, Charlie.”

“Sorry. It’s just that you said you look unsightly, but there's nothing unsightly about you, Alastor.”

“My scars don’t faze you?”

“Nope! Scars mean you survived. They are a symbol of survival. Don’t you agree?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t think about them like that. To me, scars were proof that you were just injured. In my time, it would mean that you weren’t able to be loved by a spouse.”

“Not here. It’s not the 1900’s anymore.”

“That is very true darling. Are you done?”

“With?”

“Me, darling. My stomach.”

“Oh.” She looked down and poked at it again, but this time, I didn’t flinch. “I guess, since it looks fine.” 

“Very well then!” I snap my clothes back on and look at Charlie, who is staring at me once more. “Charlie, darling. What did I say?”

“Oh. Sorry. I still think it's funny.”

“What's funny?”

“The fact that you don't like anyone seeing you or touching you,but you willingly took off your clothes for me.”

“I already told you that I am in love with you, darling. Did you doubt me?”

“Maybe. I believe you, but also thought you said that just to piss my father off.”

“That was also my intention. Messing with him was quite delightful.”

“Alastor! Why?”

“Why what?”

[sidsthekid]

if you haven't already, be sure to check out sid's interview with mark madden from today! some fun tidbits about his europe trip in there, some sid laughs, some talk of sid's grays.

transcript is under the 'read more' but i was a little sleepy while editing this tonight, so sorry if there are any errors! feel free to shoot me an ask if you see anything you'd like me to fix.

Mark Madden:

Penguins Captain Sidney Crosby. Uh, yo, are you now the crazy old guy who fights in preseason games? I mean, I get it, but it was still a shock what happened there?

Sidney Crosby: Haha, I guess that's what it's come to. Uh, I don't know. I think it's just one of those things that, you know, I look back, I didn't really see the whole play. I just saw three guys on the ice that looked both had hit Tanger. And I didn't know if one got him high one low or anything like that, but, you know, just trying to just stick up for one another.

And obviously you don't like, you know, you don't like to see that happen, especially in pre-season. So I think it was just a reactionary thing and you know, it's just so happen to be preseason, but that's that's part of the game.

Mark Madden: No I think it's great example set certainly. Now, this game against Connor Bedard tomorrow night- the opener. It's got to remind you of your first game in your rookie year. What kind of memories does this dredge up?

Sidney Crosby: Oh, a lot. I mean, it's, you know, it's something that I can relate to. And, you know, I think everybody, you know, your first NHL game is something that everybody remembers and just all the feelings, the emotions that go into it. Your dream coming true with playing NHL. But I think, you know, for him, even more so just with all the pressure and expectations that have been on his shoulders for a while now.

So I can relate to all that and uh, and know what he’s going through. But I also know how exciting it is, regardless of all that stuff, to just be playing in your first game.

Mark Madden: If you could give eighteen year old Sidney Crosby any advice now as a 36 year old, what would it be?

Sidney Crosby: Probably just say no a little bit more. As far as just the off-ice stuff, I mean, that's that's one thing I look back on and it was just- it was pretty hectic and I think it's easier said, you know, said than done. I think at that point, though, there is just so much going on. We were coming out of a lockout.

You know, I think there's a lot of expectations on and off the ice as far as, you know, doing doing your part as a young player and trying to help the league and stuff like that. So I think that, you know, it's easy to say that now, but at the time I think it was it was the right thing.

It's just it was it was a busy year. It was a lot. And I think you you know, you feel that pressure, You feel that expectation. And he'll go through that. But he's got great people around him and his family and his team will be there to help them out and help them through it.

Mark Madden: Stats don't mean a lot to you. You've told me that. And I'm I know that's a very sincere feeling on your part, but you've averaged over a point per game every season you've played in the league. I think that consistency means something to you.

Sidney Crosby: Yeah, it does. I mean, it's like you said, it's numbers, but, you know, I think the the streak of being in the playoffs and that sort of thing, that's something that, you know, I think for the guys who are part of that, we're we're really proud of that. But you know a point per game. Yeah it's great.

I think it just comes down to you know want the opportunity to play for the Stanley Cup when you know, when playoff time rolls around. So I think I, I think about more of that than anything. But, you know, consistency has always been something I take really serious and it's a long season. And you know, you go through ups and downs of a season.

You want to be someone that can be relied on every night. And I've always I've always tried to have that mentality.

Mark Madden: I feel like it got one more hundred points season left in you. What do you think?

Sidney Crosby: Haha, I like the sounds of it. I mean, I'd love to. It's not easy. That's that's a tough mark to get to. And it's been it's been a few years since I've gotten to that. But yeah, I'd love to get that mark. I think that would be that'll be good for our team too. So maybe we'll get to that. So we'll see.

Mark Madden: What have you not done in hockey, Sid, that you still want to do?

Sidney Crosby: I'd love to win the Stanley Cup at home. I know that's get pretty particular, but you know, that's something that I don't think that's ever been done in the history of our team. You know, that's something that, you know, and, you know, you dream of winning the Stanley Cup. It doesn't matter where it is.

But I've been fortunate enough to do it. But I think to be able to do that at home would be pretty cool.

Mark Madden: I remember you told me as a kid when they just announced the new building was going to get ground broken. You wanted to win one at Mellon Arena before we left, and I kind of smirked. But you were very sincere and you did it. That was a big deal.

Sidney Crosby: Yeah. Yeah. I mean, that was I think everyone kind of looked at, you know, the age of our team and the expectations and, you know, thought it would take a little bit longer than it did. But I think, you know, our mentality was we thought we were we were close to being able to do it and hope that we were able to do it there anywhere really.

But it was nice. So we were able to do that before switching buildings.

Mark Madden: Do you yet consider your context, your place in Hockey's history, top five, stuff like that. And I know you're going to say you don't, but come on by now, you gotta.

Sidney Crosby: I don't, haha. Why would I? I mean there's- I mean that's a debate, you know for other people, not me, but I yeah I don't really there's no reason for me to really think about that. And obviously there's a ton of reasons and things you could debate. So there's not much point in me going there.

Mark Madden: Yeah, I mean, I don't want you to declare yourself like top five. Like, like I do on your behalf, but. But I just wonder if privately. You wonder? Not at all, huh?

Sidney Crosby: No, I don't. I mean, it's not. I mean, it's a compliment when your name is, you know, with so many great players and you're put in that category. But really I love the game and I respect all the players who've, you know, played before and what they've accomplished. And I don't really need to do that as far as, you know, for my own for my own self.

I don't really need to figure out what that is or have that number in mind. It really doesn't change. You know, how I feel about the game or how I feel about, you know, what I've done in hockey. It's not really about that.

Mark Madden: Okay. You've had training camp. Where's this team at? It's an older group. How far can an older group go in a league that's so fast and play so many games?

Sidney Crosby: Yeah, I mean, I guess we'll have to, you know, we'll have to see. But I think that definitely there's there's experience with us, which I think will help. I think one thing, you know, last year we were guilty of is not being able to hold on to leads. So I like to think, you know, with an experienced group, that's something that, you know, should be a bit of a strength as far as understanding situations that and making sure that, you know, when you do get a lead, specially late games that, you know, you find a way to hold on to it or at least, you know, grab points.

And we were probably guilty of, you know, not just losing leads but losing points a number of times, which ends up being the difference. So I think just that experience will hopefully help in a lot of areas. But yeah, I think that that's something, you know, whether it's depth or, you know, hold on to leads or just understanding situation, experience goes a long way.

Mark Madden: You got Karlsson. You guys have always been a very offensive risk taking team. He's certainly going to add to that in a positive way. And you know, Sid, I've suggested sometimes that you guys should play more defensively and slow it down. And as a lifelong penguin guy, maybe I was stupid because it's very apparent what you guys are.

It's in your DNA, it pre-dates you even it goes all the way back to Mario. I mean, you guys have maintained the way the Penguins were. Boy, destined to play. Sounds corny, but it's kind of worked out that way.

Sidney Crosby: Yeah. I mean, you've got to find that balance. And I you know, you look at the league, you know, there's there's a lot of goals being scored. You know, teams are putting up a lot every night. And, you know, you've got to be able to score. So that's obviously a big part. I think the defensive side is something that, you know, you can't trade, but at the same time, you got to be able to score goals.

And, you know, with Karl, he's a guy that, you know, can change the game with one play. There could be nothing really happening just to make something out of nothing. So that's, you know, that's pretty good to have back there. And, you know, I think as far as offense, he's going to just add to that. And we already have a good group, I think.

So he'll be able to add to that. And I think it'll just be a matter of, you know, making sure that on the defensive side that, like I say, we don't we don't trade off.

Mark Madden: We're talking to Sidney Crosby on the home of the Penguins 105 90 X. Sid, Your off ice workout routine has always been incredibly intense, but at 36, where's it at or are there times now it's maybe more important to rest than to do extra?

Sidney Crosby: Yeah, I wouldn't say that. I think it's just, you know, you just manage things a little bit different. Some things are a little bit harder on your body, you know, now than they used to be. So just being aware of what that is. And as you said, rest too. I mean, you got to find time to do that and make sure that you're able to go out there physically perform at the level you need to.

But it's it's constantly kind of a balancing act. I think it's something that you just try to, you know, listen to your body and understand at times in the schedule or training, as you mentioned, you know, when you might need to back off a little bit. But then when there's opportunities to go hard, you got to make sure you go hard to get the most out of it, too.

So it's just a critical balancing and understanding what you need to do. And it's it's still a learning process even at this point. But I think it's something that's that's important. If you want to have success.

Mark Madden: Do you ever just sit on the couch and watch TV and eat junk food?

Sidney Crosby: Pretty much Sunday off days. That's what it is.

Mark Madden: That that makes me feel a lot better about myself to hear that.

Sidney Crosby: Exactly.

Mark Madden: Although I probably do that more often than Sunday. Hey, you guys had that great thing back home for you in Nova Scotia. I thought that was terrific. How was that for you to experience that? And does anybody up there not like you? It was an amazing love fest. It was like 100% all Sid.

Sidney Crosby: You know, it's just really nice. I never thought I would ever have a chance to do something like that. We played there in 07 and it was pretty quick trip. We were in and out. We went had a game and left right after. So just have all the guys there to have my family be a part of it have everyone home, you know, show the support that they did.

Yeah, it was all it was all just really unique and something I didn't think I'd ever have an opportunity to do. So just really grateful that we were able to do it. It's a pretty busy schedule. So to get, you know, three or four days there be able to show everybody around and just get together with the group during training camp and just see a lot of new faces and things like that.

I thought it was it was a lot of fun. And yeah, I you know, as far as everything went, it was it was awesome. It would be nice to get the win. But other than that, it was it was a great experience, really.

Mark Madden: I'm just glad you didn't fight. Now you've been in Pittsburgh 18 years at 19 now this season. I think everybody here loves you, too. I mean, this has really worked out great here. I mean, not just the hockey either.

Sidney Crosby: Yeah, it's you know, it's a great place. I mean, you know, people love sports. And you know what? From day one, they've been so supportive and obviously they have high expectations of of all teams, especially us as the years have gone on. But they just couldn't be more supportive. It's a great place to live. And, you know, thinking about the situation I came into being able to, you know, play with Mario, live with him, be able to be surrounded by the young guys that were part of our team coming in and learn with all of them and to still be playing with two of them to this day.

Yeah. I mean, I'm I'm pretty grateful. The place, the people, the situation, the organization very, very lucky.

Mark Madden: Well, that kind of jumped to my next question. What's this like to go the distance with Malkin and Letang? Because now it's apparent. I mean, I don't know if you guys are all going to finish up at the same time, but you're going to play the length of your careers together is as far as it can go.

Sidney Crosby: Yeah. I mean, you know, you never know. In hockey, obviously you don't want to take anything for granted, but to be able to to go this long and hopefully be able to go a few more years, that would be incredible. It's been a pretty amazing ride to this point. And to be able to have those guys around to, you know, go through the experiences, we have, to see their drive at this point in their career and what they've accomplished.

I think it's something that, you know, we all push each other and know we all have really high expectations, but they're driven, they care, they're competitive. And it's really fun to see that, you know, after all these years, that hasn't changed.

Mark Madden: Now you've won all you can win in international hockey. You scored arguably Canada's biggest goal ever. You and Paul Henderson probably deadlocked in that regard. Do you want to play in one more Olympics, which would be in 2026? And that would mean at least one more year of NHL hockey beyond your contract, have you thought about that at all?

Sidney Crosby: Yeah. I mean, you know, it's- with the Olympics, it's too bad that it hasn't worked out. We haven't been able to, you know, to get there in prior years. But you know, if there's something that's worked out that'd be a great opportunity. I'd love to. And, you know, I've had some some great experiences playing for Team Canada. And it's, you know, as far as the level of hockey and just the product, I don't think you're going to see any better hockey than Olympic hockey.

So yeah, that that would be amazing. So I got to make sure I take care of myself and I'm playing at a high level, but I'd love to be a part of that.

Mark Madden: This is a dumb question. Trick question But what would you rather win a gold medal or another Stanley Cup?

Sidney Crosby: No, I'm not answering that one.

Mark Madden: Okay. Sorry. Let's just skip ahead. Where did you go this summer? You take some great vacations. I didn't ask you when I saw you because I wanted to save it for the show.

Sidney Crosby: Yeah. This year I actually went to Norway and toured around there a little bit. I went to Norway and Ireland. So it's been a few years since I've been over to Europe with the early exit. There is a little bit more time, so that was, that was pretty neat. I got to golf a little bit in Ireland and then it was a bit of a hiking trip in Norway so got to see a new place, a place that I always want to see.

And it was beautiful weather, it's great. It was a long offseason though, so I'm happy to be back and getting ready to play.

Mark Madden: Yeah, unusually long, but that's the point. You missed the playoffs. You want it to last longer this time. Did anybody recognize you in Ireland or Norway?

Sidney Crosby: Yeah, a little bit. I mean, in Ireland there is a lot of like bus tours and things like that. So I ran into some Canadian tours over there and then in Norway I was surprised. It's not a big hockey country, but, you know, they definitely know hockey a little bit. So I ran into some people there, but they were really friendly and you have both beautiful places and that was that was a cool experience to be able to just see a different part of the world.

Mark Madden: What's the last movie you saw and do you anticipate seeing The Exorcist reboot?

Sidney Crosby: I'm not going to see The Exorcist reboot, but the most recent one was Oppenheimer, The long one.

Mark Madden: I haven't seen that yet. Is it good?

Sidney Crosby: Really good. Yeah. They mentioned Halifax, Nova Scotia, too, so it doesn't hurt.

Mark Madden: Well, why no exorcist? Too scary?

Sidney Crosby: Yeah. Not really a scary movie guy.

Mark Madden: Okay, fair enough. I saw the original. I had nightmares for for two weeks and I was 14 and I. You know, I just. I'm soft, you know that now.

And as is tradition. Before we wrap up, are you engaged, married or is anyone expecting?

Sidney Crosby: Nope. Nothing to report there.

Mark Madden: Okay. Well, I feel obligated to ask. And finally and I think this is a good thing to wrap up with. You are very comfortable with your age, aren't you, at this point in your life and career at 36, even the gray hair, I don't think it fazes you at all. Am I right or wrong?

Sidney Crosby: Yeah. No, I mean, what would faze me about my age?

Mark Madden: You tell me, coach. I mean, I didn't. I didn't figure it would, but I wanted to ask, like, because you and I talked a bit about dyeing your hair, which you have no intent to do. And I'm sorry, I didn't, but I mean.

Sidney Crosby: Well I might have to if I keep going out, everybody keeps coming up to me and chirping my grays. So I might have to just eliminate that conversation starter. [Not entirely 100% about the first portion of this sentence, it was hard for me to parse out exactly what he said!]

Mark Madden: No, don't give in to people like me. Do what you want. My God, you're Sidney Crosby for Christ sakes.

Sidney Crosby: Haha, yeah, I know. I don't worry about age.

Mark Madden: Well, no, if I were you and played the way you still do and everything you got going I wouldn't either.

Hey, listen, this was great. As always. I appreciate you taking the time. And we'll see you tomorrow night. You going to fight Bedard?

Sidney Crosby: No, no. You don't have to worry about that.

Mark Madden: I kind of wanted to see it. Sid, thanks again. I'll see you tomorrow.

Sidney Crosby: Okay. Thanks for having me. Have a good one.

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Listen, everybody thinks Matthew studies something like engineering or health but he's so cute that I need him to study to be a kindergarten teacher or something that shows he's smart like business.

William studies engineering tho, varely leaves his room yet again, he's pulling girls looking all mysterious, boy's just sleepy and everyone believes he's mysterious. Cocky bitch.

Nate studies business or marketing. He has the looks for international relations, but it's too much theory and he likes the classes about color psychology and when they need to make a stand project for a class.

Jacob Yoon studies something like law or business because he's smart and everyone thought he would ace this. They are correct. Jacob is not a in situationship, the rest are in a situationship with him. He thought this was casual "what do you mean what are we? Don't you see we are humans? Oh, between us, well, if you let me, maybe not (shoot)"

NOW Vernon Chwe would definitely be an internacional relations guy because he can read a lot of good things and the conspiracy theories and he's into that and no one there will look at him weird because they all believe a conspiracy and no one thinks he's into that but he has very solid points in a lot of takes

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listen i know Matthew with kids would be gr8 but i see him as having actual Mingyu's brain and majoring in Mathematics & Stats to be a finance bro .... 😮‍💨 make that money king... like hearing mingyu talk about math is so 🤰🏻

William being engineering or comp sci is so on brand and yes cocky bitch like we get it UR SMART 🫵🏼🫵🏼

Jacob as pre-law/law bc he's annoying and loves a good debate also so on brand.... his stupid libra ass WOULD be pre law omfg.....

Andrew?? SKATE BOY ANDREW FOR INTERNATIONAL RELATIONS?? yeah def see it. the onlyguy thats not a fucking raging totalitarian and republican in ur polysci class??? hot and smart??? aw hell.....

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Guess what folks, I've finally decided to make that followup post about the many problems of Dragonborns, the only unique looking race, in Baldur's Gate 3.

My first post was dedicated to critiquing their lacklustre breath weapon but now I'm here to show you how absolutely shafted Dragonborns are in terms of Racial Bonuses.

(Pardon the potato quality of the following images, I play on Console.)

As we can see here, everybody enjoys a relatively healthy amount of racial bonuses.

(Though if you ask me, Elves, Humans, Gith and Dwarves have way too many bonuses compared to everybody else but bar the point. I also didn't include Halflings or Gnomes due to Image Limit because most of their bonuses come from Subraces.)

So! Lets take a look at our Draconic frie-

...Oh. Erm- Well, that's problematic. At least they have several subraces and a natural breath weapon, right? Oh wait, it does as much damage as the average cantrip, can be Saved against, lacks range and needs a short rest to recharge after a single use. Yeesh... Well, they still have natural elemental resistance, right? Sure, but it's very situational. Carry around an umbrella and hope it rains, right?

As you can see, Dragonborns have been utterly fucked out of bonuses that don't relate to their breath weapon. Which really sucks, they're such a cool race so to see them get treated like this is saddening.

But worry not! I am not here to simply tear down Larian but I am also here to suggest possible Bonus ideas that could potentially improve the Dragonborns as a whole, which we'll jump right into.

First up, a no-brainer. Dark-Vision.

I find it very bizarre that almost the entire Race roster has some level of Dark-Vision but the Race descended from the Draconic Family tree has none. Yes, DND rules state that Dark-Vision only manifests in some Dragonborn individuals but come on, BG3 has already taken a few liberties with rules and mechanics from what I've read so is it too much to ask that my Dragonborn can at least see better in the dark?

Next up, we have basic Stat and Save Proficiency suggestions.

Dragonborns are stated to inheret some level of natural Charisma and Strength from their Draconic Ancestors so it's perfectly in line to give them proficiency in either of the two.

Moving on to my final suggestions are just general ideas. Please, if any of you are more well versed in DND mechanics than I as I'm simply skimming the Fandom Wiki of DND for info on Dragonborn abilities, please correct me or even suggest something better!

Zeal.

It's said that Dragonborns can unleash some inner zeal of sorts which either brings them back from the brink of death (Relentless Endurance), makes their hide get thicker (Increased AC possibility) or even grow retractable claws (Bare-Fist build possibility??) It would be cool to develop at later levels, you can pick either of the three the same way Warlocks can pick Passives.

Better Healing.

Again, stated to heal better than other races. Maybe they can get a 1D4 or 6 bonus healing when healed by any source or heal a certain percentage more during Short Rests?

Finally, we have Dragonfear.

Take note, this ability's implementation would probably be super broken but I just wanna bring attention to it. Some Dragonborns lack Breath Weapons and will instead develop the same terrifying presence of an actual dragon though some can develop both abilities. It could be a cool AOE ability that terrifies nearby enemies with a Draconic Roar. However, actual Dragons in the game don't actually utilise Dragonfear so I don't think Dragonfear would work well outside of Modding.

And that's it. I love Baldur's Gate 3 and Dragonborns but I do think they need some TLC in terms of bonuses. Please leave more suggestions if you think there's better ways to empower them!