#she looks so good in this ponytail 😳

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his birthday means that we are g.ladio posting like hell today

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God is Fair|The Lore

Devotional Love with Suguru x Reader|Two-Shot

Part 1|Part 2|Part 3

the deets: ever since you were young, you knew you were meant for each other. he came into your life like a storm and grew closer no matter how distant you seemed. he swelled and captured your heart every time he was near. so why did you keep fighting him? w.c: 12.7k (holy f*ck) out of idk yet for part-two the rest (god bless) tags: fem!reader, mostly angsty….pretty much 90% angst for part 1, repressed feelings, jealousy, lingering lips and fingers, a little bit of self-depreciation at the end but pick that crown up love, reader gets a little violent at the end 😳|if i missed anything, pls comment or DM ☺️ angel’s note: this story started as one thing and ended up as another—so goes the way of life. PSA: most of the good, filthy, mack-nasty shyt is in part 2/3, but you’ve gotta wade through the fire first to get it. It’s always worth it|thanks for reading 🖤 earworm 🐛: Chihiro|Billie Eilish

Over time, you became perfectly molded to him.

As did his lips to your tender bud that sank under his sinful tongue.

Slender fingers grip and drown under his raven locks, barely saving you from the shallow breaths you must take to stay alive.

You’re just above water, and he steals your air, spelling poetry with his tongue over your folding petals.

Broken coos spill from your puffy lips—his favorite melody to ever grace his ears.

Whether it was today, tomorrow, yesterday, or forever—you fall—in and in and even deeper into his grasp. Under the waves and trapped in his ocean—he gently pulls you under—your lungs yearning for air, but you never want out.

And the way he dives in, drowning to taste every drop, every sweet, delectable sip of your nectar like he could live the rest of his life without oxygen—tells you that he doesn’t either. 

You learned to love each other’s oceans and came to mix seas. Both treaded rough waters but learned to float with calm bodies.

Now you lie hand in hand, limbs weaved like vines through each other’s arms, as you cuddle. Completely spent from another night in each other’s depths. Grateful. Grateful for his love—his patience.

And wondering how on Earth you thought it’d be possible to exist without someone you swore you despised.

Suguru has always been the best—the best at being good, the best at being kind, the best at being quiet—the best at being better than you. 

When you were eight years old, he made his quiet introduction into your quaint little neighborhood, arriving in a flashy Mercedes-Benz followed by two moving trucks that pulled right into the driveway directly across the street from your humble home. Heels painted with red bottoms adorning stocking-covered legs were the first things you saw as you watched from your bedroom window. 

The sound of movers drew your attention. No one ever came to your city, let alone your cul-de-sac. You felt a shift. A change was coming.

A tall woman, her long, sleek ponytail blowing in the wind, stepped out of the driver’s seat wearing large couture shades that took up most of her face. The overhanging forecast made everything bleak and gray, but the sunglasses stayed. A man exited the passenger seat and came to the woman’s side. He gingerly took her hand and looked around with a small smile, gently rubbing her arm. She slightly grimaced and handed him what looked like one of those small, overpriced designer bags.

They looked so…out of place.

They had to smell like money.

What the heck were they doing here? 

In a city like yours, one of those places where everyone knows everyone and everybody's business, you instantly knew that this couple would be the talk of the town. At least with the adults.  

You blew air into your bangs. You weren’t expecting new neighbors, but they could have at least come with a kid—someone who might actually want you around. 

“Hey, Bug,” your dad called from the garden.

He always left the back door open so he could hear you in case you needed him. He must have heard the rumbling of their heavy trucks now being unloaded with elegant furniture. Would all of that even fit in there? Their house was bigger than yours but not by much. “Sounds like we’ve got new neighbors. Might go by later and say hi if you want to come.”

“No thanks.”

You turned back to the window, resting your head on your arms. Meeting Mr. and Mrs. Richy Rich didn't sound very appealing to you and might only make you feel worse on this already gloomy Spring day.

For once, you wanted to be pleasantly surprised and not just surprised with something you wouldn’t expect, like hitting the jackpot or whatever.

And then you saw him.

Inky black hair drawn into a short ponytail, emerging from the back seat of the fancy car and clutching a book thicker than his torso. His starched white-collar shirt and beige shorts reminded you of school. He kept his chin tucked and looked like the wind just might knock him over if the book wasn’t keeping him upright. 

He and the woman were near twins. Definitely mother and son. She smoothed her hands down her skirt and put on a genuine smile for him. The man draped his arm around the boy’s shoulders as he took in the neighborhood. Slow and sheepish. You thought his eyes caught yours when he looked behind him and you ducked under the window sill. 

Sh—

“You can’t stay cooped up in here all the time, Bug,” your dad called again. It sounded like he might be wrapping up. “You don’t know what you’re missing out on.”

You inched back up to the window and peered over the edge. The boy looked like he was just as lost as to why he was there.

Anxious. Reserved. Kind of boring. 

Not your speed.

You blew a raspberry and turned away. So much for that. You wouldn’t be missing much.

In your neighborhood, all the kids walked freely to each other’s houses to see if anyone was home. This was before everyone had cell phones to save time and figure it out for them. 

You watched it happen with the other kids all the time. They’d visit each other and either stay inside (super rare) or gather the rest of the neighborhood to play in the cul-de-sac or park. 

But you were never quite given a direct invitation.

The few friends you were close with moved away about a year ago, and the thought of making new ones who would eventually do the same kept you emotionally at arm's length. To make it worse, you swore the group you were left with undoubtedly hated you.

Why?

Because you had a history of sucking. 

Everyone else in the neighborhood was naturally good at something. Anything. Everything.

But you?

You had to try.

Mess up. And try again. At almost anything you could name.

Basketball? Trash. 

Tag? You were slow.

Football? Pssssh. As if—like you’d let yourself get hurt? You sat out every time.

So, the kids stopped inviting you or always picked you last. Both were grimy slaps in the face. Because you always knew you could be better. Delulu was the solulu if they’d only give you a chance. Or two. Or a few. But damn, you were trying. 

At least you weren’t the only one being left out. 

It’d been weeks since you saw the new kid on the block—not like you thought about him much after you dismissed him. But slowly, as the sounds of Spring beckoned him outside, he reminded you that the new “rich” neighbors did indeed have a kid.

It started with the curtains in his living room window gently ruffling before he’d peek out, scanning the scene for signs of life. Then eventually upgraded to gracing the neighborhood with his presence to sit outside. For hours, he watched from his front porch as the neighborhood kids dashed past your houses to play in the cul-de-sac. 

It kind of made you jealous—the amount of space and freedom on their porch that his parents clearly weren’t taking advantage of. Only two plastic chairs and a small table occupied the space, and they weren’t nearly as lovely as the things you saw go into the home on move-in day. If it were up to you, you’d string up one of those hammocks big enough for two like you’d seen on TV and just float in the breeze under the overhang. It had been a frequent daydream of yours long before they moved in. 

Instead, a gawking boy with too much time on his hands made it his home. Watching. Fiddling with his fingers and leaning on the rail. Watching. Always seeming too afraid to approach.

He had what you thought was the best house in the neighborhood (and probably the most money), and still, he looked so lonely. 

With the background he seemed to come from, you thought he’d be more ballsy. 

One day, you were, and you walked right up there, took the hand of the wide-eyed kid, and led him to the rest of the kids down at the park. His dad watched the whole thing go down from the kitchen window as he did the dishes, silently laughing as the boy stumbled behind you without saying a word. 

This was your chance. You were so tired of the other kids being better than you. With him being the new kid, you thought he’d at least be somewhat on your level or maybe even a bit worse. Anything was better than being the odd one out. 

You and the boy just a few inches shorter than you crashed the party right before the next game started. You beamed at the group like you had caught a prized fish. 

“Guys, this is um…um…” Then you realize you hadn’t asked his name. And he was still holding your hand. 

You dropped it and nudged him. “Suguru,” he said softly, seeming to avoid eye contact.

Suguru hadn’t seen that many kids in a group like this outside of school. He didn’t mean to look so anxious, but he wasn’t used to being in a neighborhood full of kids his age. He instantly felt like an outsider seeing how comfortable everyone was with each other, apart from you by his side. While soft smiles offered him a glimmer of acceptance, the stares made him self-conscious. He wondered if he could ever fit in.

You repeated his name in case no one heard him. Suguru. It naturally rolled off your tongue. Soft and sweet. Like the boy. He fidgeted with his fingers, but hearing his name felt reassuring. You looked at him and grinned. It was time to see what he’s got.

Tee-ball was the game. One you hated the most. Running was not your sport, and you certainly didn’t have an arm, so it never hurt your feelings too much when you weren’t picked for teams. But you made sure Suguru was. You wanted to see him in action. 

Last summer, you guys found an old traffic cone to use as the tee and placed sticks around the field for bases. 

You didn’t expect much from Suguru when it was time to bat because…look at him. He was so small and timid. The bat borrowed from someone’s dad was almost the same size as him, and you swore you saw his feet lift a few times during his practice swings. Too much of that and he’d be airborne. You prepared to give him a “job well done” pat on the back once he hit the ball a few feet.

Suguru squared up at the tee—on his way to join you at the bottom of the barrel.

And wouldn’t you know it? 

He knocked the ball clear out of the park and didn’t even skim the cone. 

Your mouth fell open before you remembered you were the designated retriever since you weren’t playing the game. You grumbled the whole walk and search for it. 

And then he did it again. And again. And again. 

And surprise, surprise, he excelled at every game he played after. Everyone wanted Suguru on their team. 

You gaped at the feat—so much power, strength, and coordination in such an unassuming body.

And instantly hated him.

Not because he was the best or braggy about it. 

It was the complete opposite. 

He barely seemed to acknowledge it—not in an arrogant, dismissive way, but more like he was just happy to be involved and doing something. He was sheepish with compliments and even seemed nervous to receive them. He’d rub his head and give a little close-eyed smile before returning to the game.

And peer over to you on the sidelines for approval. 

Every swing, every hit, and every game after, his purple eyes would find yours whenever he thought he’d done something worthwhile.

You tried to hide the jealous scowl, returning his shy smile with a nod and told him to keep his head in the game. 

But he noticed.

He saw it. He knew you were unhappy, and he wanted nothing more than to help. 

So after that, you kind of mirrored each other. 

The kids always saw you as a try-hard—constantly on repeat, trying to make yourself valid and stand out. You’d grab failure by the throat and wring its neck, determined to make it forget your name. Not because you were attention-seeking; you only wanted to be counted in.

And so the student became the teacher. Suguru began to slip you little nods as if saying he saw you—just like you saw him all those times on his front porch. It’d annoy you at first, what you thought could’ve been pity, but it felt nice to finally be acknowledged by someone. 

And so gradually, you looked to him as a spectator, earning silent yeses and nos until you finally worked up the courage to do what you were afraid of most. Ask him to be a friend. 

To help you perfect your skills, of course. 

But the friendship blossomed like the Spring, and you and Suguru actually grew really close—instantly drawn to each other. Pop-ups to his house were the norm as you had the most advantage out of everyone in the neighborhood by living right across from him. And you both were always brought up by one another’s parents.

Turns out Suguru’s dad was a lot like yours and they got on really well. They’re both funny, kind. But your dad’s a little bit different. He’s got rebellion in his bones, as he often talked about when he told you stories about his youth and take-no-shit hippie days. 

“I’m serious, Bug. So, there we were, strapped to the tree. Shackled, really.” 

He mimicked the story with his arms in between laughs. 

“So, so we’re all chained up, right? And this bulldozer is coming right at our heads, ya? I look over to Stanley,” your even crazier God-father who showered you with gifts every time he visited, “I say, ‘Stanley, toughen up. You look like you’re about to piss yourself.’ And he goes, ‘I’m not scared. I forgot to go before we locked ourselves in.’” 

Your dad roared with laughter, wiping the tears from his eyes like he hadn’t told that story a million times. Like he was going around trying to collect little activists. But Suguru almost fell over, leaning into his every word. He was such a shy laugher, always creasing his eyes and dimpling his cheeks when he did. It made your dad feel like the funniest guy alive when Suguru entertained his jokes.

“You were so brave,” and Suguru called your dad by his nickname just like your dad told him to. “I want to be that brave when I’m older.”

Your dad winked at you—you stuck out your tongue. Suguru was a good kid, he thought and reminded him a bit of himself.

Those days, your dad was mostly the same. He didn’t need much and chose to live a quaint and peaceful life. He’d talk your ear off about activism, travel, and stories about your mom who passed when you were born. You never got to “meet” her, but you always felt like you knew exactly who she was. And she was totally different from Suguru’s mom, who you learned was a hard-working corporate baddie. Red bottom heels. Makes sense.

By the end of that first summer, your families were practically joined at the hip. You and Suguru even more so. Outside of house calls and playing games with the rest of the neighborhood, the two of you also made frequent trips to the makeshift pier. Almost everything in your neighborhood and the surrounding area was walkable, including a small, wobbly, probably dangerous dock that sat over the small lake in town. You’d play a little alphabet game you made up on the walk down and constantly challenge him. Only for him to literally beat you at your own game nine times out of ten. 

“Angels shop at—” You skipped down the dirt path.

“Blessed boutiques,” Suguru finished, “Beautiful coats—”

“Can clothe their wings. Dashing dolls—”

“Eat every sweet. Forks will find—”

“Giant…giant,” you thought and thought and thought, “Giant—”

“Geese!”’ Suguru tagged you and ran down the dock, deeming you the loser of that round. You strolled down to meet him near the water reflecting the sunset. A pout took up your face. He patted the deck, motioning for you to sit. “You’re gonna miss the fireflies.”

Watching them pop up one by one and glow on the water as the sun went down became a ritual. And one of your favorite memories of summer.

The following school year, you were even more inseparable. And when the end of fifth grade rolled around the year after, you knew it was fate when you found out you’d be attending the same middle school. 

You were overjoyed. So was Suguru, but for different reasons. To you, now it was on. 

Academics was an area where you had a fair shot at flourishing. You were studious, attentive, and almost the perfect student. And while you didn’t have bad grades, you always felt like you could be better. And you know why. Because everything came naturally to Suguru, of course. 

Thank goodness for extracurriculars, though. The two of you didn’t need to do everything together, and you both benefited from the time and separation to do your own thing and discover your own interests. The Newspaper club caught your eye and was more interesting than you thought it would be—the first hobby to make you fall in love with words. 

Suguru took an interest in robotics and, surprisingly, Yearbook. He was pretty crafty with a camera and made sure to snap the best photos of you during your events. 

But the two of you rarely spoke of school or after-school activities. You never wanted him to know if you were struggling or needed help with anything and tried not to rely on him so much those days, so everything with you was always good.

It had to be.

He was still the competition, after all.

And you had to appear just as flawless. 

Instead, you enjoyed late-night phone calls that went way past both of your bedtimes as you grew into middle schoolers. Pretending to be asleep and slipping the phone under your pillow without moving a muscle when your parents checked in was a sport, but it couldn’t be helped. The books you were reading, shows you were watching, and thoughts on what high school would be like were too good not to talk about into the late-night hours—even when your eyelids got too tired to stay open. Falling asleep with your cellphones in hand or occupying a space on your pillows was the norm. 

“What’d ya think about the movie?” 

“I mean, the book is always better, right? But like,” you sighed happily into the phone, “they made their lives look so…amazing.”

The two of you watched The Great Gatsby 1979 version on DVD at Suguru’s house right after school that day before you had to scurry off to help your dad in the garden. Suguru finished the book a few days ago, and after catching him with it during lunch and poking him enough to get him to spill some of the details, you were sold.

A glamorous romance about a life of luxury and passion?

Say less.

And because you couldn’t resist, you told him you’d finish it in less time than he did.

Suguru thought the movie was pretty true to the book, but man, what a sad story. You, however, were in love with the lifestyle.

“What about Daisy?” he asked.

You pondered Daisy’s decision for half a second before deciding she was a one-off. All her life she had been spoiled, something you were a total stranger to but didn’t make a point to say—only dismissed her frivolous ways and called her a coward. “Just the money and parties would be enough for me,” you said in a daydream. “It’d be too happy to be that shallow.” 

Suguru laughed and said that wasn’t the point of the book. “Money can't always buy happiness. She could’ve had love. It was right there.” He sounded so sophisticated when he said it, much too wise and sappy for a 13-year-old. 

You sucked your teeth. “That’s easy for you to say.” And you reminded him that he has a nicer house, clothes, car. “And when are y’all getting the Benz back?”

Lately, you and Suguru had been getting picked up by his dad in a major downgrade of a car. It’d been at least two months, and you were missing the feel of luxury against your skin.

The phone went quiet for a second, and Suguru scratched his head. “Uh, we actually don’t have it anymore.”

Your eyes widened as if he'd just told you someone died. Borderline devastation set in like it was your family losing one of its greatest displays of wealth. But Suguru didn’t sound the least bit sad when he told you that his dad referred to the “new car” as a “cash car” because they needed something quick.

And then it clicked, and you realized why you’d been noticing that furniture and things had also been disappearing in his house when you came over. And why he had to switch to the free lunch program you were also on at school. And why his dad mentioned looking for a second job the other day.

Suguru’s family had been hit by the recession.

And that’s how he became your neighbor.

Most of everything Suguru grew up with in his previous family home was placed in storage when they first moved into your neighborhood. His mom thought their stay would be temporary; she had been demoted at work but didn’t think it was a big deal, and things would quickly be back to normal—maybe even come with a promotion if she worked hard enough.

But it wasn’t her skills that was the problem. The economy was in shambles, and her company was running out of money. After two years of hoping for a miracle, she and over 40% of her company were laid off.

They kept all of this from Suguru until only a few weeks ago. He was much too young to understand what it all meant when it first happened—he was just a kid. But now, he was older, smarter, way less naïve. They couldn’t keep lying to him about why the car was away at the shop or why the family heirloom dining table went missing, among other things. 

When they told him that he’d have to slow down on his growing book collection and only get one gift for his birthday that year, that’s when he started asking questions—not that either of those things meant much to him. He was more than happy to frequent the school library, and you noticed that he’d been spending a lot more time there than usual during breaks.

What bothered Suguru the most was the looks his parents gave him when they told him everything. Like they were delivering the worst news in the world. Like they were so worried that they’d be disappointing him. Like they should be ashamed. 

It hurt him more to know that they felt like they had failed him. 

“My dad just looks so tired all of the time now.”

Mr. Geto, who had been a stay-at-home work-from-home employee since before Suguru was born, had to get a part-time job working overnight to help bridge the widening gap between their old and new lifestyle.

Now, Suguru doesn’t get to see him as much except to make breakfast and kiss Suguru goodbye with a sluggish smile on his face before school.

He really missed his dad. And it made you feel like shit for momentarily being a Daisy.

For the rest of the night, you just listened to Suguru tell stories about back home—what his parents were like, the things they used to do, the trips they would take, and the time they spent together. Little memories from a place you’ve never been but could clearly see as he talked through the night.

Never once did Suguru mention missing the things he used to have or wanted now. The people in his life were what he cared about most. 

“My dad got a new antenna for the TV to surprise my mom with so she can still watch her favorite channels from back home,” he laughed. “It’s so big. I hadn’t seen one before, so it was kinda funny to look at, but I’m glad it’ll make her happy.”

You solemnly smiled and propped up on your arm. “Do you ever miss home? Like being back there?”

He mentioned that he thought about it sometimes: the plush green grass in his front and backyard that he’d lay in for hours, the much sunnier skies compared to the frequently gray and cloudy ones, and humid air here in your rainy city, the few friends and family members he had to leave behind.

But he liked it here better and surprised the hell out of you by saying so. 

Anywhere was better than being here. 

Even though his family was going through a hard time, they still managed to get the nicest house in the neighborhood. You could only imagine what his childhood home looked like compared to the one bedroom and living room your dad made into his own space.

You asked why. What could possibly make this place any better than where he came from?

You could hear him shrug through the phone as he lay on his back and stared at the ceiling decorated with glow-in-the-dark stars.

“I don’t know,” he said. “It’s just something about this place.”

You still think about that conversation sometimes.

The end of middle school came in a blaze, and so did puberty. 

Suddenly, you became aware that it was time to start caring about what you looked like.

Some nights, you would call it early with Suguru in favor of spending hours on YouTube watching videos and learning how to wear makeup. You put more thought into how you dressed and tried your best to style the little clothes you had into mostly decent outfits.

Every morning, you’d beam when you entered the kitchen to grab breakfast and say goodbye to your dad. He’d try his best not to cry, watching his little Bug grow up before his eyes. 

Suguru did some growing, too.

The summer of 7th grade, he got a little taller, and when your final year started, you guys were finally neck and neck. He was beginning to be able to see the top of your head when he lifted his chin, and he would make little jokes about it in his prepubescent boy voice that was starting to crack. You’d push the too-big glasses that he got at the start of middle school up the bridge of his nose and tell him not to get too cocky. This was the tallest he would get, you’d tease. He may have been good at everything, but he’d always be a pip-squeak. 

When you weren’t going back and forth with Suguru, you were hanging out with the new gal pals you made at school. Your little trio started spending more time together, window shopping at the mall, attending football games after school, and talking each other’s ears off about anything in between throughout your last year. You couldn’t tell Suguru everything, of course—there are some things that guys will simply never be able to relate to or understand. 

And one day, while the three of you sat at lunch together while Suguru was off with his robotics team, one of your gals leaned over the cafeteria table to poke you with a devious smile and ask the age-old question: who do you like in school?

Your brain had the audacity to picture Suguru first. 

Your friends squealed watching your face blush beet red, but you turned away and never answered the question—only said that you were more focused on school and extracurriculars to help you in college more than anything else. 

But where the hell did that come from? 

Suguru was, debatably, your best friend, but that was it.

Not that you needed to convince anyone else of that. Just…yourself?

Before that day, you never really thought of Suguru in that light. He was this quiet, nerdy, prodigy of a boy who was great at everything and gave you another reason to want to be just as good. You secretly looked up to him, if you wanted to call it that, but you certainly didn’t like him. 

He was just the boy next door. 

The boy next door who was challenging you once again: to push the little hints of affection that had been blossoming aside and dismiss them.

Bury them down, keep your eyes on the prize, and finally be rewarded for your efforts.

To keep up with him, not fall in love with him. 

On a rare sunny Saturday, a month and a half before school let out for the summer, the two of you sat on his beloved front porch with the future on your minds.  

Suguru picked at the grass growing between the wooden boards. “Thinking about trying something new next year?”

You popped another sugary blackberry from your backyard into your mouth while stretched out on Suguru’s favorite quilt. He couldn’t help but notice how relaxed you looked, drinking up the warm sunbeams on your skin.

“I don’t know,” your arms folded behind your head as you stared at the ceiling, “I love Newspaper, but…I don’t know. I think I wanna branch out.”

You just weren’t sure how yet. You had done some research on the high school you’d both be attending next year and ran down the list looking for something to jump out at you. Something you could really put yourself into. You still loved writing and expressing yourself, but there was nothing else besides repeating Newspaper or trying Yearbook (Sugu’s territory). The rest of your options weren’t ideal, but beggars couldn’t be choosers. 

“How about volleyball?”

“Nah.”

“Art club?”

“Mmm-mm.”

He leaned against the wooden railing. “Hmmm, choir?”

You laughed and didn’t even bother to respond to what was clearly a joke. 

He sighed and pensively licked the sugar from his fingers before asking if maybe you’d want to do something together. 

You looked at him and squinted. “What?” he shrugged.

“You know what.” And he shook his head all innocent-like.

Always innocent that Suguru. Effortlessly wrapping everyone around his finger. Your dad, his teachers. Even your trio mentioned him from time to time about how helpful he was. With all the times he went out of his way to make sure you were okay, even you were starting to let your guard down. Watching him now as his ponytail blew softly in the wind, looking so naïve as to what you meant but still wanting to understand, made you blush sick.

Not having much of a reason to actually be so guarded, you made one up. “You tryna go toe to toe with me, Geto?.”

Your brow cocked, and you used his last name because you knew it’d get to him. He was fully aware that you only say it when you’re serious, and it’s mostly blurted when you guys go at it on Mario Kart. 

“Just because I said we should do something together?” 

“Yeah, so you can one-up me.”

If there was a hobby or favorite pastime that you really enjoyed and might actually be better than good at, you knew it was best to keep it out of Suguru’s reach. Academic and recreational competitions needed to remain separate if you wanted to keep your sanity.

Suguru took a breath. If there was one thing he didn’t bother competing with you at, it was arguing. He knew you wouldn't back down if he just sat here and tried to convince you; you’d poke a hole in every counter until he simply gave up.

So, instead, he pandered to your inflated ego, chewing his lip before telling the truth. “C’mon, Twin. I promise I won’t. Do it for me.”

His soft purple gaze landed on you, and you got a funny feeling in your stomach that you hadn’t felt before. 

He was serious. 

He really wanted to be at your side trying something new—exploring together—helping each other find yourselves.

The shy teen who was as quiet as a mouse and yet a beast of a kid wanted to be right there with you. And he wasn’t afraid to say it.

You cleared your throat and averted his gaze. “Fine,” you agreed, but on one condition, “It stays a hobby, no competing.” And it sounded like you were talking to yourself more than him. “But valedictorian? That’s mine.” And you tossed another blackberry into the air and caught it perfectly in your mouth, making Suguru raise his eyebrows.

“That’s a bet,” he said, reaching over to wipe a bit of sugar from the corner of your lips. You swat away his hand and punch his shoulder, but damn him if the gesture didn’t make you feel all weird inside. He faked an “Ow” and rubbed his arm before joining you on the quilt to soak in the sun. You closed your eyes and pretended to float in the breeze whistling through the railing. Even without the hammock, it kind of felt like you were. 

“Sooo, what do you wanna do this summer?” And the possibilities felt endless.

Who knew this core memory of each other’s youth, the moment you finally let his fingers inch across the blanket and softly brush yours without pulling back, would be one of your last? 

Two weeks before break started, after all of your plans for the summer and the following school year had been planned out, it happened. 

To this day, you question the timing of your worst nightmare—just when you thought you were living the dream—coming true.

The Geto’s were moving on up. 

For years, Suguru watched his mom grind in corporate America. It wasn’t new to him; she had one of the hardest work ethics he’d ever seen, but it was on a different level after his family moved to your city.

Something in her had changed—the thought of instability.

She knew Suguru was used to not seeing her due to long hours at work, but when it started to affect her husband, when it began to shift the family’s dynamic, she knew she had to figure something out, and fast.

She could sacrifice her time for the family. She couldn’t sacrifice Suguru’s time with his dad. 

All these years, Suguru’s family pulled themselves up by their bootstraps while Suguru was lost in the bliss of friendship. Mrs. Geto’s hard work paid off, and she got a promotion—on the opposite end of the country. 

The day was bright and sunny when he left, the exact opposite of how you felt watching the beat-up car that had grown on you drive out of the neighborhood.

You looked on from your window because you didn’t want him to see you crying, watching, or caring. 

You had been right from the first time you saw him. 

And were back to square one.

Alone.

You guys tried to stay in touch, you really did, but being in totally different time zones made keeping up with each other a little harder. New apps for your phones, like Snapchat and Instagram, helped a little, but they didn't compare to the late-night phone calls you missed so much. 

At first, Suguru would Snap you about how he was getting on in his new city, neighborhood, and places his family would explore over the summer.

The thought of him being someone’s new boy-next-door made your stomach twist.

When school rolled around, he’d send Snaps and joke about his preppy new uniform that came with a vibrant red tie and over-starched navy pants. His mom got him into a fancy private school because, of course she would, but they were really strict with phones, so you weren't able to talk to him until he got home. By the time he did, the sun had already gone down for you, and you’d be too tired from your own after-school activities to keep your eyes open.

You missed Suguru—even your dad missed him and his family terribly. 

You missed him so much that you began to resent him—his new life, fancy school, and new “friends”. Jealousy reared its ugly head, forcing you to put your walls up again. 

Another friend, gone, moved on to bigger and better things. Leaving you behind once again.

You had finally found a friend, a real friend, who never made you feel bad—someone you could tell almost all of your secrets to.

Who got whisked away.

Who you’d give anything to see again and go back to the way things were. 

Though it’d only been five years, you felt like you’d known him your entire life.

But what you thought was fate, turned out to be folly.

It wasn’t fair.

Sometimes I fall But still, I rise To the skies high above  In the clouds my ego Will go where no one knows

Why I am here

And why I try

To defy what I believe What it means to succeed To be won

To be one

To be “the one”

A smoking gun.

“Thank you.”

The cafe filled with snapping fingers as you walked off the stage, heart pounding and a smile plastered on your ducking head. 

Look at you now. Performing in cafes, libraries, open-mics, wherever you could be that called for an audience. Still a little shy, but letting it motivate you and pour out on the floor to be soaked up by the listeners. It was an adrenaline rush, finally finding something you knew belonged to you and being damned good at it. 

No one was better than you at telling the world how you felt while simultaneously mesmerizing an audience with your soliloquy and speech. Words still had a hold on you; you just figured it was better to say them out loud than keep them written down.

“Good job, Bug.” Your dad handed you a hot cup of tea fresh from the counter with your nickname scribbled in big cursive letters across the cup. 

“Dad, please stop calling me that.”

He frowned. “But you’re my little bug.” He threw an arm around you, almost making you spill the hot liquid. 

You groaned and protested. “I’m not a kid anymore.” And took a sip too soon, burning the tip of your tongue. You held it in and swallowed, looking around to see if anyone else saw the scorned look on your face. 

You thought of 15 as one of your prime years and kept yourself busy to prove it. Just a sophomore in high school, Baby had a new hobby: dominating slam poetry. You had taken over the scene in your city with expansion heavy on your mind.

Though it was hard for your dad to hear, you were right; you weren’t a kid anymore. But you knew he was just proud of you. More than you could ever know. It made him happy to see you had something no one could take from you. 

With a tsk, you leaned into his hug. You should be thanking him more. When the idea of doing slam poetry first crossed your mind, you were a hot mess (surprise, surprise) at being confident (BIG surprise)—your stage presence was lacking, to be specific. 

On the page, your poems were like water in a desert, but opening your mouth and performing it with your whole chest was…different. 

Fixating on your lines and rhythm made you want to pull your hair out. It was hard making sure your words sounded like you and would be understood. You needed to be understood. 

You’d practice your performances in front of your dad until you were blue in the face. A show was put on for anyone who would listen. And secretly, you missed Suguru’s presence because he’d be perfect for it.

But you didn’t need him. You were on your way to competing in your first official local competition. All your practice around the city and long hours at home agonizing over your talent for slam poetry built up to that moment—the time to show the world what you had to offer. 

Nothing felt better than holding the gold 1st place medallion between your fingers afterward. Regionals came next, and nothing could have validated your talent more than the medals you took home on top of the prize money your dad stashed away for college. 

It was time to travel, and Nationals was your next target.

You couldn’t describe the feeling of finally being outside your city. The thought of being beyond the walls of home once felt like a hopeless dream. New cities, new friends, new organizations, and new styles of poetry were within your reach. The exhilarating travel that worried your dad put a thrill in your heart. You wanted to see everything—be heard everywhere. Life was full of opportunity and everything it had to offer. 

“So you’re gonna do the group piece and then an individual one, maybe?” 

You leaned against the cool bus window as you and your teammates winded down the road to your next hotel. Over the summer, you traveled with your state’s top slam poetry organization to compete in regional cities around the coast. All of this was practice for the Nationals coming up that August before school started. The day was coming faster than you could imagine. 

“I don’t know about a solo,” you wondered.

You looked out the window and chewed your bottom lip. Your team lead had been pushing you to do a stand-alone piece for the Nationals for weeks, but you felt far from ready. You were strong in a group, but on your own, looking out into a crowd of people while demanding their attention on an empty stage, the thought made you queasy.

This wasn’t your local library or a small regional contest. Nationals is where you tell the country who you are and why you matter. 

“Hey,” a hand rested on your shoulder, calling you back. “You’ve got this. You deserve this.” 

And you did deserve it. You’d worked too hard and advanced so far in such a short amount of time. You didn’t think you’d get here so fast, but here you were, on a double-decker bus full of others who were just as talented as you, in a place where you belonged. In a place where you didn’t have to try so hard or look for that slight nod of approval to let you know you were seen. 

August was in a hurry to put you on the stage because, before you knew it, it was time to head to California for the Nationals. What better place to begin to live your dreams than in the place where they all come true? Sunny skies, sandy beaches, and the aura of art and performance lingered in the air. It was the complete opposite of where you came from. It felt like home. You could see how Suguru could get easily lost in all. 

You always wanted to visit the West Coast and see how he was living.

It’d be so funny to randomly Snap him after all this time and tell him you were so close, but you decided against it.

Cali was HUGE; there’s no way the competition would just happen to be in his city for you to casually bump into him.

Plus, imagine that awkward reunion after a few years of radio silence.

You two could be completely different people now.

He probably wouldn’t even want to see you.

Maybe you didn’t want to see him.

So many great things happened since his family packed up and left. In fact, without Suguru around, you found yourself excelling more naturally at anything and everything than ever before. Comparisons were a thing of the past, and you knew you had something no one else could take away from you.

Except maybe the competitor going on before you at the Nationals. 

The audience was loud and clearly approving of his killer performance as they ate him up with whistles and snapping fingers.

Who needed a mic when you had a voice like that?

Easily projecting across the entire venue with every rhythmic pop, beat, and enunciation of his words.

You might have met your match or worse.

For the first time in your poetic career, you thought you just might lose your winning streak. 

Anxiety convinced you to head back to the holding area. You just needed to run through the lines of your solo only a few more times.

You’ve got this.

He was nothing.

This was nothing.

You were taking home first place—absolutely positive that success was literally on the tip of your tongue. Until you saw him. 

The boy with the raven hair. 

Unmistakable and stopping you dead in your tracks as you saw him in the flesh for the first time in 2 years, standing long and tall in the venue.

Not in the audience.

Not as a stagehand.

But in another team’s holding room.

As a competitor. 

Your heart plummeted into your ass.

What in the fuck was he doing here???

You swiftly ducked behind the wall leading to your team’s holding area, hand flying to your chest to still the thunderous beating. 

Deep breaths, deep breaths. DEEP B R E A T H S. 

Suddenly, your mouth was desert dry.

The entire summer, you prepared yourself to keep from slipping up—how you would suppress the urge to call him, think about him, or wonder where he would be when you were here.

You covered all of the bases.

But here he was in a place you least expected.

In a place you now knew you’d dread seeing him the most.

The boy you had become a ghost to was haunting you, but somehow, you knew this would happen.

You only got a quick glance at him before you vanished, but it was enough of a glimpse to notice the chances.

And God, were there changes.

As teenagers do, you both had grown out of your prepubescent bodies and into your young adult ones. And while you thought you looked relatively the same with a few upgrades here and there, Suguru had gone through a full-blown glow-up that set yours on fire. 

“Almost ready?” 

You nearly jumped out of your skin. Your teammate followed your line of sight and smirked. “Know him?”

You shrugged a bit too nonchalantly and said you thought he looked familiar but didn’t. “Shame,” she rested her shoulder on the wall with a dreamy gaze. “He looks like a dream.” 

You turned away before you threw up and realized that you were about to be called up next. The frazzled look on your team lead’s face let you know she’d been looking for you, and you took a synced deep breath when she spotted you. Her hands fell on your shoulders before you went up the stairs to the stage. “You’ve got this.”

I’ve got this. . . . You don’t got this. 

Your legs felt like Jell-O walking up the short set of stairs to the black platform in the middle of the stage. You hadn’t been on one this big, in a venue so large, with an audience so vast and eyes in the hundreds. The row of judges sat below you, yet looked so intimidating. Heat engulfed you from the lights above—a literal deer playing the lion in the headlights.

Sight zeroed in on the judges, you avoided the audience. Hoping that he wasn't still there because you knew seeing him WOULD freak you out. 

In the silence Between the shattered and oppressed dreams I found, I tore The roar Of my own voice Reclaiming the night

Your lines flowed out of you more naturally than water, eyes closed, unfocused, or hazy as you transformed your surroundings into the scene of your story—the journey from struggle to empowerment—the story of why you deserved to be here. In that moment, there was no one else—not even the judges—just you, the stage, and the song that belonged to you, even if it mattered to no one else.

But it mattered to him.

And you didn’t see him until near the end of your set.

The familiarity of your voice called him to confirm it for himself. To make sure it was you. He couldn’t believe it. You looked so…powerful. Fully fledged in your adulthood, kicking ass and taking names. Fierce and poetic. The same attitude as the girl he grew up with but in its full realization. 

Your voice cracked a little when you spotted him, completely awe-struck by you, but you played it off like it was part of your set. Damn the boy who had the same gawking eyes that used to watch the neighborhood kids—quiet and longing. You hoped it wasn’t obvious, but Suguru noticed. He knew. He still had some kind of effect on you. He could tell by how quickly you looked away. You still felt a way about him. He wasn’t just a nobody to you. But given the circumstances, he didn’t know whether to love or hate it by the time he took the stage. 

The mic fit snuggly between his fingers. It was rare that someone fully approached it without starting their piece first. You wondered where he was going with this, why he looked a bit tense, why he kept his gaze low—if it could be because of you.

You held your breath and crossed your fingers. Once again, it was time to see him in action under the sweltering stage lights. And in seconds, you saw your gold medal fleeting.

You expected nothing less. 

His voice was lined with melody—a sweet, ethereal flow and a melodious string of vocabulary that wrapped you in an envelope and swaddled you like a baby. He sounded so mature. He sounded so much better…than you. 

The nerdy boy with too-big glasses and cracking voice had been replaced by a young man who towarded over the audience with a long side-bang and gauges in his ears. The red tie around his neck did look absolutely ridiculous like he said, but the rest of his navy blue uniform was tailored to perfection and fit like a glove.

He looked and sounded like where he came from. Money. But he was more than that. You found yourself hanging onto his every word as you watched from out of sight. He couldn’t see that he made your heart thump, but it was begging to fall out of your chest by the second.

This wasn’t about slam poetry anymore.

Suguru had entered your arena.

Shy, reserved, and knocking the ball out of the park. 

Out of over 200 solo acts, you came in 6th. Suguru came in 5th. 

And you couldn’t even feel good about it. Because you knew what this meant.

Regionals took over the remainder of your sophomore academic year, but when summer rolled back around, it was time to look Suguru in the face again at almost every out-of-state competition. The West Coast was once a dream—now you dreaded touring the area because you knew he would be there.

Performing.

Waiting to chew you up and spit you out. 

Over the final two years of high school, you both spent most of your free time hopping around the nation and directly squaring off with each other.

Growing more apart as you did.

Silent hatred brewed and led the way every time you saw him—unmistakably written on your face. 

He chalked it up to the fact that the two of you had changed over the years, and maybe you’d simply outgrown him. But he never thought someone he used to call his best friend could give him a look so cold. With no other choice but to follow your lead, he kept his distance and pretended you weren’t there.

But the way he racked up medal after medal, winning over judges and audiences alike, was loud and clear.

With him, you could only hope for second best. Though out-of-state competitions were just practice, losing to him in any capacity was a constant reminder that what was yours, wasn’t anymore.

If it ever was.

This time, anxiety burned through you instead of helping you. 

During junior year, one of the most pivotal moments of your poetic careers, you met face-to-face again at the Nationals. Both of your organizations fought their way to the semifinals, but as you held your breath waiting for the judges to call his team’s name, silence swept both of you when you realized that neither of you made it to the finals.

Again.

By that summer, you were tired, good and tired of inching closer and closer to third place, then second, but never first in out-of-state competitions where Suguru was in the mix.

He was sucking the life out of you, but you couldn’t show it, especially when on stage where you knew he’d have his eyes glued to you.

Then, in August of your senior year, it finally happened; you returned to the Nationals, your final opportunity to win and go international. This time, it was close to your territory, in Georgia.

All bets were off.

The winner was a toss-up.

And what a slap in the face to finally win….and tie with Suguru. 

You sulked on the inside the whole ride home while your teammates cheered and celebrated around you. To them, you’d just made history with your organization being the first in your state to go to the continental competition and have a shot at the World Poetry Slam Championship. 

To you, your freedom of expression kept escaping you.

You felt yourself starting to mold into something outside of yourself.

Some nights, you lied in bed, unable to sleep hearing Suguru’s rhythmic beats rack through your brain.

Analyzing them.

Judging them.

Mimicking them.

Wanting to be like the best.

Your foundation was shaking.

At least you didn’t have to worry about the continental competition. Winning wasn’t the point; only earning one of the top 10 high scores to be automatically qualified for the WPSC. 

It was a dream come true.

But how come it tasted so sour when you stood on that stage, your teammates going absolutely insane in the crowd at the news of you advancing to the international championship, but once again with a score just shy of Suguru’s? 

The two of you were declared the best in your country…and you were sulking. 

It shouldn’t matter!

You're one of the top 40 poets in the WORLD, babe!

And, for Godsake, a free plane ticket and trip to leave the country was waiting for you with your name on it! Belgian waffles and fountains of chocolate are more than enough reasons to get over yourself and this one-sided beef. 

But your dad still got an earful about it.

Weekly chats with him almost always centered around poetry and Suguru ever since you first saw him sophomore year.

The closer the world championship came, the sadder you sounded.

“What if I-”

Your dad stopped you. “Don’t even finish that sentence. What have I always said?”

You hugged the phone to your ear, rolling your suitcase back and forth between your legs in the airport terminal. “Bug,” your dad said after a moment’s silence.

You groaned. “We don’t say ‘what-ifs’. We say ‘what is’.”

“And what’s going to happen.”

You looked over to your team lead, soundly napping in the corner. It was the butt crack of dawn, and both of you had gotten to the airport way too early for your liking to make sure you didn’t miss your flight. Your first international flight. You actually had a passport, like??? 

So much had gone into getting you here.

Energy. Time. Effort. Trust. Encouragement.

People were rooting for you. They wanted to see you win. You wanted to see you win. 

“I’m gonna do my best.”

“Then you’re already a winner, Bug.”

God, your dad was gushy. And God, you loved him for it.

You didn’t feel so bad by the time you watched the sunrise in full bloom through your airplane window.

Pink, orange, and yellow washed over your face, making you feel so small. It wasn’t your first time in the sky, but definitely the most nervous you’d been.

Local papers, blogs, and newsletters featured your name—people knew you now; they had expectations.

A reputation had been made, and now you were in the fight of your life to keep it.

You sighed into your palm with your dad’s words in mind.

David was determined to take Goliath down.

Belgium.was.cold.

Like you hadn’t packed nearly thick enough coats type of cold.

You felt like an idiot. 

You were a lyrical genius but couldn’t even put ‘Belgium in December’ and ‘it might be freezing’ together. But the lobby of your quaint little hotel with hot chocolate on tap was warm and inviting.

Your team lead handed you a cup, and you found yourself missing your teammates. They would have loved this and cheering you on at the top of their lungs.

The feeling was lonely—nerve-wracking.

You were in the beautiful country of Germany for a competition, not leisure, so you couldn’t even relish in the fact that you were overseas.

At least the food was good. Nervous eating made you binge until you felt sick the night before the competition, but a quick stroll in the brisk morning air made you feel better.

The bus ride to the venue felt like you were about to hop into a boxing ring. And the gloves were off.

Crossing the threshold into a space full of chosen people was like marveling at the diamonds of top-society. And you were one of them. Your team lead walked by and closed your gaping mouth with a smile. “Chin up, dear.” And disappeared into the crowd.

You'd never met a foreigner before and were thrust into a venue full of different skin tones, accents, languages, and ages. It would’ve been even more overwhelming had it not been for the smell of coffee wafting through the air, reminding you of your last safe space for poetry before you went pro. With half an hour left until the competition, you thought exploring a little wouldn’t be a bad idea.  

The venue was dark and moody, perfect for setting the atmosphere and circulating the rising tension in your body. The main stage basked against the background of darkness under a single warm light that cast a circular glow.

Your final destination.

His burial sight. 

Suguru was nowhere to be found, but by the looks of the thick crowd shuffling in to fill their seats, it was easy to get lost. You met back with your team lead to run your rhythms a few more times. 

“Please don’t say it.” And she laughs, giving you a small nod and shoulder squeeze.

You still hear it in your head. You’ve got this.

But man, were these poets giving you a run for your money.

It was exhilarating and terrifying—a glaring reminder of why you were here among the best.

Translations were available on the screens behind the performers as you ping-ponged between their words and their expressions. Both demanded your attention and the crowd’s.

But so did you and Suguru when you both breezed through the semifinals.

For a second, you thought he hadn’t made it to the venue at all when you looked for him during your performance. But he let you and everyone else know he was in the building when he graced that stage. A hush fell over the space, and even you felt your face go soft while watching him.

He more than deserved that advance, but you weren’t done just yet.

After a brief intermission—the DJ wasn’t playing any games—you turned the corner to line up for the final round when you collided at 100mph with Suguru. 

“Fu— oh.” You held your arm as you looked at him—really taking him in.

When he was on stage, you noticed he wasn’t in his usual uniform, but up close, the alternative was definitely a choice. The loose black tee ruffled as he smoothed his bang. 

“Sorry.” 

He rubbed his shoulder and kept his eyes low. His hands stuffed into his black cargos as he looked away, not wanting to upset you. Or see the look of resentment on your face.

You could tell he knew he made you uncomfortable, but you didn’t know how different he wished things could have been.

Hurt was written all over the face of your childhood best friend, and you never knew Suguru to be upset about anything. 

You cleared your throat. “Good luck.”

His head drew back like he’d seen a ghost.

His lips parted.

Then he kind of smiled, leaning against the wall—looking at you for a moment.

You were so grown up and had accomplished so much.

Suguru was fully aware that you hated his guts and was so proud of you—even if you didn’t need him anymore. 

He reached out to shake your hand. “Good luck, Twin.” 

Your heart thumped—no one had called you that in 4 years—sweet and low from honeyed lips.

Suguru’s hand lingered in your air for a second before you gingerly took it.

Soft and warm.

Just like you remembered but stronger—firmer.

The gloves were off for him, too.

Things were done a bit differently for the final rounds. Instead of holding deliberations for the end of the rounds after everyone had gone, everyone got their votes front and center from five random audience members.

Paddles would fly in the air, displaying the scores to be tallied up and held until the end.

Thank God you could do quick math. Numbers were racking up—bone-chilling talent was on full display.

You were amazed, laughing, shocked. Every set was different from the last.

The crowd fell into a hush when one guy came on stage and laid straight down. Bareback to ground. Then fired off rhythmic jokes that made you laugh at some and ponder the seriousness of others.

Dark humor often has truth in it. 

Most sets were in a completely different language yet spoken so beautifully that you dug your nails into your palms to keep from crying. Emotion was universal. And you were feeling a lot of them.

Suguru walking onto the stage snapped you out of it as you watched from the other side of it. 

Though you’d just seen him a few minutes ago, this was a completely different light. Something had shifted.

Nice to meet you My name is Suguru Oh really? So is mine! It’s nice to meet you too.

Tell me what you’re like, what do you like to do? Lately, I’m not sure Was hoping for a breakthrough

In a world where masks are sticky and glue I’m lost in a maze with no clear view Doubt will cling like morning dew Caught in the storm of shifting hues

If you didn’t know better, you would’ve thought Suguru was having a mental breakdown.

Your jaw tightened, clothes fidgeting between your fingers.

It was the most unexpected thing you could’ve imagined. And this was just the beginning of the journey through his paradoxical mind.

His ship was sinking. And he was taking you all down with him.

…I wear many faces each one feels new, But none will fit like I want it to Left with a voice that's small and untrue Burying deep I don't know what to do

In this mirror, I’m searching for clues, But this reflection is oddly askew. You scream through the glass, “Stay real and stay true!” But if you’re me, then…who are you?

You could hear a pin drop.

Suguru stopped breathing.

He couldn’t believe that he actually did it. He had never been so vulnerable.

If you thought you knew him and what he was going through before, you were left stunned and corrected.

A few of his scores floated into the air, and though you couldn’t see them all, the few you did were perfect 10s.

It would’ve been hell to go directly after that—thankfully, you had a few more people before you. 

Time crept closer and closer to your set—nervous sweats and fidgeting fingers kept you company.

So much for keeping a hobby a hobby, you thought, pacing backstage.

This wasn’t fun for you anymore; it was always supposed to be fun, easy, natural.

But this was no longer just about you.

It never was.

It was about proving anyone who ever doubted wrong.  

When the host called your name, you made those 3 minutes on stage feel like your last.

Rain, rain don’t go away, You’re the only one who stays, Cross my heart and hope to die I promise that I will not cry

Build and build and There it goes! All for naught and just for show Hypnotize your guards to grave Leave the trust to fade away

This was your final plea to be heard by the world if you had ever made one.

A letter to those who ever dismissed, ignored, or left you.

Fire and brimstone poured from the pit of your soul—served up on a plate with the audience in mind but Suguru as the guest of honor. 

You thought he’d be away in the dressing room or at least within earshot, but no. He stood tall and bright, leaning against the door frame that led out to the hall, backlit by the warm lights that framed his figure, watching.

Listening.

Knowing the poem was partially about him.

You hoped it hurt him as much to hear it as it did for you to write it.

Deep breaths kept your voice steady—he wouldn’t hear it crack this time as you powered through your trembles. Bold and brash. Unleashing your truth.

He saw it in your eyes and unconsciously did the only thing he knew to support you, the beginning of your connection—trust that blossomed into turmoil. The small nod of approval. 

Years had passed.

Envy had pushed you to avoid him.

He accepted that you no longer saw him as a friend.

Yet he still wanted to show his support. 

And it pissed you off.

…Lo and behold the savior's light Here to take another flight Take me by my desperate hand Lead me how you only can Fragile like a gentle rose I will follow where you go.

Shadows whisper of the known What I am. I am alone...

You walked off stage before you could see your final scores.

Whatever would be was now out of your hands—the relief felt agonizingly sweet.

Your team lead wrapped you in her arms as you silently cried. You didn’t know how long the tears had been building up, but the release was like a dam burst.

Crying on your first international trip to Belgium.

Nice. 

A final intermission was left, and the scores were tallied. You guzzled down some water and took a few breaths before meeting the rest of the contestants. Finally, finally, you and Suguru stood side by side again on stage. Your entire history had built up to this moment—ready to declare a winner. Ready to determine whether you finally caught up.

His pinky brushed yours, sending sparks to your belly like that day on his porch.

Head down, you waited for a name to be called.

Any name, every name, would be better than—

“Suguru Geto.”

Naturally rolling off their tongue.

Suguru stiffened beside you like he couldn’t believe it himself as they motioned for him to come forward. In your mind, everything went quiet. You couldn’t feel anything but emptiness in the pit of your stomach. Not even anger.

Before he moved a muscle to claim the spotlight, he turned to you, daring to offer his hand again. But it felt less like a “Job well done!” and more like a pitiful “I’m sorry.” And you had had enough of condolences. 

You turned away and left the stage in the midst of the raging applause for Suguru. No one else may have caught the cold shoulder, but to Suguru, it felt like he was trapped in ice. He could leave your life forever now for all you cared.

This was your one, final chance to make things even between you two.

But reality was a bitch.

You couldn’t get away from him quick enough.

Yes, you’ve gotten to travel the country. Yes, you got the opportunity of a lifetime to go overseas just off your hard work alone, but all of that meant nothing if you were only second best. 

It was redundant. 

What was even the point in trying? You would never be good enough to stand on your own. Always under his shadow, drowning in his wake.

It wasn’t.fucking.fair.

You brushed past your team lead, contestants—anyone trying to tell you how amazing you did. You couldn’t stand being bathed in lies and beelined out the back of the venue. 

“Fuck this.” You choked back tears, breath escaping you as you pushed the door open.

The contrast of sharp, cold air whipped your face, making you realize you didn’t grab your jacket, but it was just what you needed to set the gravity of your situation in. 

You were nothing. 

You bawled your fists.

And foolish for trying. 

Hyperventilating.

Look at what you came from. Look at what you get for trying to change that.

Hot, fat tears spilled down your face as you huddled in a corner of the building. You wrapped your arms around your knees, trying to shield the icy winds, but you already felt dead inside. Pathetic and worthless. It was out of your hands to change that.

A voice called after you, belonging to the last person you wanted to see right now. That soft, angelic voice that swooned the world and made your insides boil. Why couldn’t he just get it?? Why couldn’t he stay the fuck away??

You thought you had hidden yourself well by putting a bit of distance between the exit and the corner you tucked into, but he found you in seconds, tears dried on your face, crouching into your knees.

He stood there gaping, completely overwhelmed by the state of you.

For once, he was out of words.

“Well??” It was hoarse and cracking. 

“I-I’m—”

“Oh my God, pLEASE fucking save it!” You shook, burying your head into your arms.

It was enough that he got to bask in your pathetic breakdown with front-row seats. He didn’t need to pretend he didn’t enjoy it.

But Suguru was fed up with your bullshit and came looking to tell you about it. The final straw was leaving his extension of sympathy high and dry as you walked off stage. Giving him the ultimate “fuck you” in his moment of congratulations. 

He never understood why you hated him—the resentment, what happened, what he’d done. But he was about to make you explain yourself. 

“Get up.” Gentleness left his voice.

He came closer and towered over your petite frame, cornering you so you couldn’t run away. “You think I don’t know how much this meant to you?”

When you didn’t answer, he crouched down to your level. 

“Hey.” 

You buried yourself deeper. 

“Hey.”

“Don’t touch me.” You brushed him away, pressing your back into the wall as you stood up, shivering in the wind.

But it felt like you had punched him in the gut.

He had never seen you so bothered before, and the revelation that you were pointing the finger and naming him the culprit made his chest feel tight. It felt worse attempting to bury your heart on your sleeve. But the extent of your scorn was on full display.

After a moment of looking your bitterness in the face, it finally clicked for Suguru.

Why you hated him. Couldn't stand to look at him. Avoided him.

Why you started all of this competitive bullshit in the first place.

The root of it was more painfully obvious to see than the daggers in your eyes. What else could it be?

“You’re jealous.”

And that set you off.

“HA!” It almost hurt to laugh. “Jealous?!”

People could probably hear you inside the venue. But Suguru knew just what to say to get you to talk. 

“This whole time, I thought you were upset because I left, but…you’re just jealous.”

You snorted. “You’ve never worked hard a day in your life.”

“What? You don’t think I earned this?”

“Who knows? Mommy buys you everything.”

“Woah,” he held up a hand and laughed, “Is that what this is about?” 

Your cheeks burned hot, but you had egg on your face and had just spilled the beans. But fire still raged in your chest.

“You could have had anything else. Anything! Anything in the world, but you just had to take this from me!”

“How was I supposed to know??” he cut you off, “You stopped talking to me.” 

You felt a pang and fell silent—flurries of unread texts, unopened Snaps, and missed calls played in both of your minds. 

“How was I supposed to know anything? How was I supposed to have anything without making you feel bad?” 

“Me?” You scoffed. “Without me, you’d probably still be sitting on that dusty ass porch (you loved that porch), watching everyone go and fucking live life.”

“I was like 7.”

“9.” You rubbed the blooming goosebumps on your arms.

“Whatever, you think I owe you or something? You want a ‘thank you’?”

His tone made you shift, but you puffed up your chest.

“No, I don’t need a thank you." Your eyes narrowed. “I’m just not that impressed.”

Oh?

He scoffed, backing away with a smirk, arms swinging as he looked away then back at you. “You’re full of it.”

“You’re not that talented.”

He cocked his head, raising a brow. You were questioning his talent—clearly emotional and spewing lies—but it was a shot at his reputation nonetheless. 

His smirk faltered as he clasped his hands. “You wanna go?” And then he got closer. Your breath caught as he studied your face, his left arm shooting out to frame you, pinning you into the corner.

The heat radiating off his body should have been a comfort in the frosty air, but fuck, you also felt other things that raced your heart and made you hate yourself. 

He leaned over you. “How would you like to eat your words? Fried? Or sautéed?”

His eyes bore into yours, daring you to buck up or back down. But just because he finally had the balls to challenge you and take up space didn't mean you were intimidated.

He was the same little boy he'd always been.

And you were quick to remind him.

“Bite me, Get—”

Instead, he kissed, capturing your lips in a way that shot electricity down your spine and stole the breath and shriek right out of your body.

In an instant, you swore your pupils morphed into hearts. For so long, he's wanted to do that—kiss your sweet, supple lips that ramble nonsense and shut you up—bridge the gap between your broken friendship to ask for more, to make all your fire, resistance, and anger melt away...so you could come back to him.

Knees weak, you nearly staggered, scrambling for the walls to keep you up, but was saved by his hand cradling your hip to hold you. Keep you. Protect you. Your heart burst.

You pulled away, eyes heavy. Leaving a sliver of space between your lips to see your heated breaths mingling in the chilly air as he rested his forehead against yours. Softly, you cradled his face in your hand, feeling waves of longing swell through your body—his had already burst. Then you slapped him.

“How’s that for poetry?” And left. 

extended angel's note: this story took a TOTALLY different turn from what i originally planned (thanks Mac Miller) but omg it's sO much better and kinda fits into all of the sugu angst i have planned (oh how i love to hurt myself so). this story in particular was supposed to be like all smut and no exposition but um…things happen 😅 sO, all of the low-angst, ‘enemies’ to lovers lives in part 1, with a focus on the resolution in part 2: lovers who give in and chose each other arc while remaining focused on my original goal of making a smut that spotlights and actualizes realistic sex. learning each other, listening, patiently growing, and choosing.

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its christmas morning! (e.w)

omg y’all it’s fucking 4/20 aka my thanksgiving christmas and valentine’s day😳 

wanted to write for my fav pothead for my fav holiday :O ellie ripping bongs has been imprinted on my brain since that scene in the game yall know which one i’m talking about i don't even gotta say it🙄 i am very high rn so if there’s a typo or mistake no!! there’s!! not!! love y’all bye 

wc;cw: 2.7k, oc n ellie r both in college, WEED!!! WEED WEED WEED!!!, 21 savage :p catch it, sexual tension y’all know how i get down, descriptions of sex MDNIIII, dubcon(they’re very high), ellie’s so cute but also a lil mean, hair pulling ;D

“c’moooon dude, just one hit!” ellie said with a wide grin while softly nudging your shoulder with hers, her packed and filled miniature glass bong and lighter sitting on the coffee table in front of the two of you. 

ellie had sent you a text message after you got out of your last class saying it was her favorite fucking holiday so get ur ass over here! you knew she would hate it if you—her main smoking buddy—missed out on the new bud she got from someone on campus, so you packed an overnight bag with four of your own blunts that you rolled for her(you learned that tropical breeze was her favorite flavored wrap during one of your seshes!), and made your way over to her off-campus apartment complex. you knew there was no way you were going to be able to walk home tonight since you planned to get as fried as humanly possible. 

you’d arrived inside her building and scaled the stairs to the third floor before you banged on her door. fuck, you were winded! what’s up with the elevators not working—

a muffled what’s the password?! had come from the other side of the door as you gasped for air. 

“stop playing games, i’m tired!” 

you’d heard her laugh as the door swung open, revealing an already high, smiling ellie: you were immediately hit with the smell of the weed she’d apparently already smoked. she looked so cozy, her black hoodie and gray sweatpants littered her body, her hair in a loose ponytail. you looked down at her giant frog slippers before she broke the silence between you two. 

“it’s christmas morning! welcome to my trap house!” she’d excitedly squealed out, gesturing for you to come in. 

she guided you to her and her roommate’s living room couch as she lit one of the blunts you rolled (and then another one) for you both to share. you felt relaxed after smoking them down, but you told her you needed more, and she was more than willing to give you that. she’d ran to her bedroom and grabbed her trusted friend, as she called the smoking utensil. 

“i’ve never used one of those before.” 

“…are you fuckin’ serious?” ellie asked with wide, red tinted eyes. 

“um, yeah. why would i lie?” you asked blankly.

“that’s not what i meant, you smoke pretty often so i assumed. my bad.” she put her hands up in defense at your tone. 

“you don’t need to apologize,” you said before pausing to look at the bong. it was pretty: it was clear, but there were hints of blue further down the base. it reminds you of the ocean. you stared at it before breaking the silence. 

“what does it feel like?” 

“what? hitting it?” she asked as she nodded towards the bong on the table. 

you nodded at her, and she shrugged before sarcastically answering. 

“it feels like you're smoking,” she said with dramatic jazz hands. 

you pushed her as she laughed, “obviously, bitch! i mean when you're high. people always talk about it hitting way harder than any other pipe.” 

“because it does! you choke hard as fuck if the rip is big but it feels good afterwards. you smoke, you know what i’m talking about. it’s… the peak is just more… intense with bongs? i guess, i don’t know. i can only take like…three or four good hits, not gonna lie.”

you nodded as you listened to her rambles. ellie’s tolerance was definitely higher than yours, but you could hang—which was one of the main reasons she liked to smoke with you. you always felt nervous to hit from a bong because of all of your friends' horror stories. you heard so many variations of how hard they greened out the first couple of times they did it, and though you’d never admit it to anyone, their experiences freaked you out. you always smoked weed to relax and sleep, not see god. 

“…hm.” 

“what?” ellie smirked at you when she heard your acknowledgement. 

you were looking at the bong intensely as you imagined what your high would be like if you were to smoke out of one: you’d be so embarrassed if ellie was forced to talk you down from a bad trip because you didn’t know your limits. but the mention of its intensity intrigued you. how intense would it be? would you be able to move? think? 

“you wanna hit it and see what happens?” 

her quiet voice caught your attention. you looked to your right and… oh. she was really close to you. when did she get so close? 

“…yeah.” 

you were now sitting criss crossed on the couch as ellie faced you, packed, water-filled bong and lighter in hand. 

“hitting is pretty easy, but your throat burns like crazy. this is my smallest one, but… yeah, it might choke you.” 

“‘s fine.” 

she hummed in acknowledgment before she said, “i’ll go first just so you can see.” 

you nodded as you watched her put her lips at the opening of the tube. she lit her lighter and circled her flame around the bud-stocked bowl, igniting the flower as smoke slowly began to fill the base of the bong. 

when she was satisfied with the rip, she detached the bowl from the stem and sucked in the smoke, exhaling a large cloud away from your face. she cleared her throat as she passed it to you, “see? easy.” 

you took the bong and lighter from her hands and inspected it. you heard her snort from in front of you, meeting her eyes as you looked up. “it’s not gonna bite you, dude.” 

“i fucking know that,” you said with a soft glare, making her laugh harder. 

she reached over towards the coffee table and grabbed the small baggie of your rolled blunts. she took one out and grabbed another lighter out of her hoodie pocket, lighting the end and puffed on it to ignite the weed. she hadn’t noticed that you’d been watching her the whole time with an intense gaze. 

she finally looked up at you and nodded at your occupied hands. “you gonna hit it?” 

fuck. yeah, you were. you were. you nodded hard. she mumbled out a soft you don’t have to, but you shook your head at her, yes, you do! 

you brought the opening towards your lips and looked at her for approval, earning a small nod as she exhaled her own smoke and smiling, “carry on, young pupil.” 

you lightly kicked your knee against hers, earning a soft laugh. you took a deep breath before igniting the bowl and watched smoke fill the base. you weren’t sure how long you should wait before you took a rip, so you met her eyes again, awaiting instruction. 

“you don’t need to smoke all of that. ‘s a lot.” she advised, slurring slightly, smoke pooling out of her nose as she spoke. you didn’t listen, though. 

you removed the bowl as she did, and sucked in all of it. you breathed out and instantly started coughing up both of your lungs as she laughed, grabbing you a water from the table, opening it, and passing it to you. you dropped the lighter and exchanged the large pipe for the water in her hand. “fuckin’ idiot, i told you not to.” 

you choked harder as tears flooded your eyes, but even in your time of weakness, you flipped her off. she giggled before pretending to bite it off. 

as your coughing eased, you slowly sipped from your bottle and wiped the tears off your cheeks. “bro, what the fuck.” you said dryly, sipping more water. 

she laughed hard at you as she lit and ripped from the bong again. 

some time passed and you were starting to feel… something different as you came up. you knew you were going to peak soon, but the lift was coming in much harder. much faster. it was making you a bit antsy. 

ellie must’ve noticed your unfocused looks around her living room because she aligned her eyes with yours and whispered out a hey. 

“hi… i think i feel… feel it,” you whispered back, a slight shakiness to your voice. 

“okay. want me to turn some music on?” and you nodded before she could even finish her gentle proposal. you watched her every move as she got up and swiftly made her way over to the kitchen, turning on her speaker. “what you wanna listen to?” 

“g-glock in my lap.” 

“everywhere i’m strapped,” she said as she mimed jerking off with her tongue out. she's so gross… why was it getting you hot? 

she busted out laughing at her own joke before she played it, queueing her own list of songs before returning back to the couch to get in her previous position. 

“what’s your craziest weed story?” you asked the minute she sat down, cutting mumbling of the lyrics off. 

“craziest weed story?” she asked softly as she reignited her stubbed out blunt. 

“bong story. craziest bong story,” you corrected yourself slurrily. oh, this shit was hitting. 

she huffed out a laugh before talking. “…i don’t know if you wanna hear that right now.” 

“why? was it that bad?” 

“it was the exact opposite actually.” she corrected softly. had she leaned a bit closer to you? you couldn’t tell. 

“one of the best highs of my life, to be honest. wish i could go back to that day and just to feel it again.” 

“what happened?” 

she was silent for a moment, looking into your eyes with an intense gaze. 

“i… i met this girl on hinge— don’t fucking laugh!” she said as she smiled. 

it made you laugh harder. “i’m not—i’m not trying to, i promise!” 

she rolled her eyes as she continued. “anyway, we linked up after talking for a bit, and she told me she wanted to match. i drove hours to see her, she was so fuckin’ hot.” 

you hummed as she continued, giggles completely forgotten as your vision tunneled in on her. “so, we meet and we go up to her room. i think… her roommate had company over or something, it was really noisy when i walked in. anyway, we spark up, we’re smoking, and she’s just like hit my bong with me!, and i said sure.” 

you’d been watching her lips move the entire time she was talking. she’d been biting and licking them as she reminisced while hitting the blunt, and it was making your body hot. 

“she hit it first and passed it to me, and i’m like… what the fuck do i do with this contraption? like, you have to understand that it wasn’t a bong like mine. it was wide and long as fuck and the rips were huge. anyway, she showed me but… she was so close to me. like this.”

she leaned closer to you, your noses almost touching. your breathing picked up. “she was just talking me through the first hit, light this, pull that, y’know.” 

to be frank, you didn’t give a shit about this story at all, but you would listen to it over and over again if it meant she’d be this close to your face—

“and sex while high feels so fucking good—“

“huh?” 

“what?” 

“who had sex while high?” 

“… me‘n my hinge date.” 

she squinted her eyes at you before she grinned. “were you listening?” 

“yup.” 

“right.” she said as she cheesed. 

there was silence as you both looked at each other, but she inched a little closer to you and whispered. “wanna know a secret?” 

you nodded instantly. anything anything—

“she made me cum really hard after i hit her bong, like i went completely brain dead.” 

and you sucked in a sharp breath at her little secret before saying, “i’m sure…” 

“you’re sure?” 

“yeah.” 

she nodded at you, passing you the blunt she'd been nursing before she scooted back to reach for her bong and lighter off the table. she hit it again and you watched. you watched her so closely. 

“what’d she do?” you asked as you took a bold hit before stubbing it out on the ashtray on the table.

“who? m’date?” she asked as she blew another cloud away from you. 

you nodded much harder than you should’ve, but you were so curious. 

she smiled at you before elaborating, “so… i hit it, i’m choking hard as fuck, but she’s handing me water and rubbing my back and all of that shit.” 

“i finally calmed down, and we both laid down on her bed, we’re like… facing each other,” she explained, trying to demonstrate their movements through her occupied hands. 

remember when you said you didn’t give a shit about this story? you did. you really did. 

“she just starts… rubbing on my arm and stuff. like barely, but i feel it, and i start relaxing. like… it feels like i’m sinking into her bed. she starts telling me how cute i am and whatever and then… she just kisses me. it’s real cute at first,” she said with a gentle grin. 

“but she… she grabs my hips and pulls me closer… i can’t even remember what happened but i end up on my back and she’s eating me out and fingering me,” she’d been looking off into the distance throughout the whole story, but reconnects her eyes with yours, and they slowly drift down to your lips and you want to kiss her so fucking bad—

“when i came, i kinda just… blacked out, i felt like my brain was gonna come out my ears…like, in a puddle or somethin’ crazy,” she had the audacity to giggle at her statement. she didn’t even care about how wet her story just made you, how rude! 

“…but yeah,” she mumbled and nodded, suddenly averting her gaze from your mouth. she leaned towards the bong in her hand, lighting and ripping from it again.

instead of politely blowing the smoke away from your face like she’d been doing, she held eye contact and blew the cloud towards you, and you breathed it in like you wished to breathe her in. she reached to the side to place the pipe and lighter back on her table and looked down at your twitching hands before she asked, “you okay?” 

you nodded slowly and dazed, slowly blinking at her, and she smirked as she leaned closer to you again. this was the closest she’s been to your face, and all you could do was study her. memorize every detail on her face. she's so, so pretty. 

“ellie.” 

“yeah?” she breathed out and you barely heard it. 

“kiss me.” you replied just as quietly. 

she licked her lips again as she looked down at yours. you were nearly panting like a dog and you could tell she was getting off to your desperation by the smirk on her face. 

you leaned closer to her in attempts to close the distance, but ellie moved away before you could. 

so you tried again. 

and she moved away again. and then she leaned back onto her propped elbows, one of her knees bent up. 

“c’mere.” 

you moved before you could think, shifting onto your wobbly knees to crawl on top of her, your hands on either side of her head as she straightened her legs out so you could straddle her waist.

you felt her warm hands grab your hips to squeeze them. you placed your weight on both your elbows and leaned down so you could finally kiss her. you want a kiss! you want a kiss now! 

your head was yanked back before you could connect your lips to hers, and you let out a shocked, wet gasp as you grinded down on her impulsively. you want more more more—

she snorted at your reaction before bringing her mouth up to your ear to whisper, “i want another hit.” 

her hand loosened in your hair as you watched her laugh at you with her head thrown back, a shocked expression on your face. no way she just played you like that!

“fuck you,” you said with an embarrassed pout as you sat up and moved off her lap, sitting the farthest away from her as you could. 

“i know you want to, hand me that lighter,” she said, nodding her head towards the table while giggling. 

you grabbed and threw it at her chest, making her laugh louder. 

hahaaaa i gotchu yall thought they were gonna fuck? SIKE but omg yall make sure to get high byeee

[nexxocatt]

THUNDER SAGA & WISDOM SAGA RANTS!!

Genuinely how can I live my life normally after this. Like,, HOW.

Anyway,,,

MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

TWs/CWs: swearing, mentions of violence and death ig. If you're uncomfortable click off any time!

And without further ado, let's gooo!!

THUNDER SAGA

- Gosh, 'Suffering' is maybe probably most definitely my second fav song (after 'Thunder Bringer' ofc) in this saga. It's just so GOOD UGHH!!! I'm utterly OBSESSED with whoever voices Penelope/Siren Penelope cause they just sound ETHEREAL. Also the amount of memes with the "You know I'm too shy" is astounding. Def my fav part of the song.

- I hc that Ody, in 'Different Beast', when he said "You are no wife of mine!" that he pulled an "erm, actually-" and basically: "Nah cuz you got a few details ab my wife wrong, homie. You see, her ponytail's tips actually reach 3.5 cm lower than that, plus you got the shade of her eye color wrong. And gods she'd never wear that tunic without matching earrings!" Homie's obsessed lmao.

- Oh. My. God. KJ. KJ! THE ABSOLUTE QUEEN GAHH!!! The fucking growl Scylla had on "Give up your honor and wraith!" Made me literally almost fall over. I had a ton of fun just dancing to KJ's vocals. My GOD that's beautiful💯💯

- Tell me y'all can hear the absolute desperation in Eury's voice at the start😭 bro does NOT wanna believe his home bro Ody just gave up six men's lives like that. Also not Jay bringing back the "This is the home of the wind god" bullshit like pls I cried enough at 'Monster'😭😭 And not Eury turning Ody's words around by saying "I'M JUST A MAN!" then stabbing a cow, like HOMIE. WHY.

- Here comes Zeus the party crasher everyone! Yippee! But no, seriously, I've had 'Thunder Bringer' stuck in my head for a while cuz my boy Luke Holt's vocals be giving me shivers. Imma cry cause the absolute pain and crack in Ody's voice when he says "I know..." like,, 😭😭 Also the animatics where the crew just attacks Ody and the dude just accepts his fate are CRIMINAL. Ain't nobody asking me to cry today bro🙏🙏

WISDOM SAGA

- Gotta be my fav saga yet. The "Watchu gonna do about it, champ?" line was delivered PERFECTLY🙌🙌 Ayron is the absolute Top G. Also Miguel's voice for Telemachus is just UGHH SO GOOD!!! Also Tele be like: "STAY BEHIND ME MOM I'LL PROTECT YOU!!🤺🤺🤺"

- Let's fucking go Athena is back on track, baby! Literally LOVE both hers and Antinuos' vocals. They were ON. TOP. I couldn't help but giggle at Tele's "Woah,, that is so sick!!" Like he's my baby boy I love him smmmm!!!

- I ain't got no shit on Athena no more. Home girl's just guilty frfr. "You're a good kid." "Thanks!" AHHHH THEM>>> Anyway, great song. I love Athena now. I don't hold no grudge against her anymore, no siree. She my homie now💪💪

- WANGUI. THE LEGEND FRFR. They could never make me like Calypso but Barbara served. I listened to 'Love In Paradise' on my headphones and did not expect to hear Polites' voice in my left ear and Eury's in my right😭😭 The time-dive was LEGENDARY (haha.) and Ody's screams then him just yelling "ATHENA!!" cause he doesn't have anyone else to call for help was heartbreaking 💔

- Ahhh the fact that Jorge got his dad to voice Hephaestus is so cute <33 And Mr. PAM-PAM was right. Luke Holt's BEASTMODE ZEUS IS PHENOMENAL. I adored the transition between 'Warrior Of The Mind' and 'Legenday' after Zeus supposedly struck Athena down, which were – by the looks of the animatic shown in the livestream – the memories that got the goddess determined to stand back up💪💪 The way Ares' voice almost broke when he asked "Is she dead..?" broke me like😭😭 And whoever voices Hera is an absolute legend how the fuck is your voice that HEAVENLY😳

Also pls let the 'Silly Saga' be a thing, I had all the vids from Jorge's Disney Princess Era plus the Jimmy Neutron specials stuck inside my head non-stop for daysss🙏

Ooh and if we're lucky (and Jorge wants to ofc) maybe we'll get an album with cut songs! That would be amazing!! No pressure for the team tho, whatever they choose will be respected by everyone!

Also guys dw Athena's not dead, goddesses can't die you silly geese🙃 She's just injured n I'm absolutely sure we'll hear more of her in the upcoming Sagas! ^^

That's all for now! Take care y'all!! Stream the Wisdom Saga NYEOW👿👺!!!!

[muffinsin]

I want Cassandra to choke me with her cock and then take me in doggy position, can you do that request with Cassandra doing that with a female s/o?

I can’t blame you at all😳👀 absolutely, let’s get into it! ;)

Masterlist

Your muffled moans, whimpers and gags, her groans and heavy breaths as well as the slapping sound created between the two of you fills the room.

Golden eyes stare at you hungrily from above, a hand holds your hair tightly, tugged together to a makeshift ponytail used to let her grip it and guide- no, force- your head wherever she wants it.

Her dick is in your mouth, hard and wet from your drool. She isn’t shy about pushing it deep down your throat before pulling back out and thrusting back inside. Her hip movements are rough and fast as she holds your head in place.

Cassandra’s felt so riled up all day, she must simply take it out on you now. But who are you to complain?

Despite your cries and gags when she pushes herself deep inside, your whimpers and gasps, you moan so well around her cock, tongue darting alongside it as it thrusts into you, feeling the veins and hard shaft. Her tip bumps against the back of your throat as she makes you take her. Her grip on your hair is unforgiving, daring you to move.

She shivers and groans as she feels your throat tightly around her and your teeth dragging against her as she pushes herself inside over and over again.

“That’s it, pet”, she moans softly, her nipples hard. She stands above you, has you kneel for her. She had originally knocked the air out your lungs when the moment you entered her den, she tore your clothes and pushed you to kneel like a good girl for her. There was no choice in that matter, really- whether you were good or not, she would make you behave.

She feels close, and you jump when you feel her cold, large hand against your cheek. “Beg for me to cum down your throat, morsel”, she commands. She wants to hear you beg with your mouth full of her large cock.

Naturally, you do. You moan and speak muffled by her enormous dick, choke and gag as you talk. She loves every moment of it, hips thrusting slightly slower yet deeper, a sadistic smile on her lips. She loves the tears running down your cheeks from choking on her size, and eagerly brushes them off. You look at the brunette as she sucks her fingertips, moaning at the salty taste of your tears.

A few more moments she lets you beg, choke and moan around her, then tightens her grip on you.

You moan at the cumshot down your throat, the wetness clinging to your throat.

Your eyes squeeze shut automatically as she thrusts deep inside of you, a squeak completely muffled. She’s so far down, you can’t at all breathe through your mouth. “Look at me, morsel”

You force your eyes open, staring into her golden ones.

She uses her free hand to caress the bulge in your throat. It nearly has you gag even more. You can’t breathe through your mouth at all, the feeling foreign.

Your mouth feels warm and tastes of cum, her dick occasionally twitching in you.

A sadistic smile crosses her lips. You watch with teary eyes as she reaches up, then squirm when her fingers clasp against your nose, cutting off your breath.

You squirm, moan, attempt to beg but it’s futile with the cock in your mouth. She laughs at you, slightly breathless from her orgasm yet eager and dark.

A few more moments, and she lets go again. You gasp for air, shrieking again when she repeats the action. With wonder and sadistic humor in her eyes does she watch you struggle to stay calm as the air leaves your lungs. She relishes in your deep inhale whenever she moves her fingers again and lets go.

The sounds you make and the fear in your eyes whenever she cuts off your breath is driving her insane. Having you choking on her cock is simply perfect.

You double over and gasp for breath when she lets go and pulls her cock out your mouth, finally granting you air again. She snickers, catching the line of drool that connects her tip with your lips easily with her finger. “Don’t think we are done yet, morsel”, she speaks clearly, hunger and arousal clear as day.

She yanks you to the bed, pushing you over and demanding you stay on all fours.

You can feel her behind you, her tall frame, her tip occasionally bumping against your soaked cunt. She’s wet from her orgasm and your mouth.

She grips your hip easily, keeping you in place as her thigh kicks apart yours, demanding you spread your legs some more. You obey, feeling her fingertip teasing your clit.

She cups herself then, guiding her large cock to your entrance. “Let’s have some fun now, morsel”, she whispers, laughing as she pushes herself inside and gets yet another beautifully intense reaction out of you.

She uses your hips to bring you closer as she thrusts her own forth and back, slapping sounds filling the room yet again.

“So tight, morsel”, she whispers, cooing in a faked sweet voice. She thrusts harder, crackling in delight. “You’re such a slut for my cock, aren’t you?”, she demands an answer, and you give her one. “Yes, Mistress”. She smirks, you know your place, she has taught you it often already.

You feel warm with her cock thrusting in and out of you, hips held in place, her tall frame leaning over you.

She’s rough with you, fast and ruthless as she rails you, bed shaking and skin turning to mush. Your cunt is red already from her brutal pace, something the sadist dearly knows and enjoys. She feels warm and wet inside of you, large and hitting your most sensitive spots. You feel close and almost dizzy from the pleasure she effortlessly gives you.

She grows tired of holding your hip, it seems. You gasp in surprise when your hands are grabbed and wrists are pulled backwards, your face against the cool sheets and backside up for her. She smirks at the arch in your back, tugging your wrists and holding one in each hand as she thrust harder and deeper than before.

“Tha-ah, that’s it, pet!”, she gasps, cock twitching as you tighten around her. She feels so good in you, and you around her.

Her hair is down her upper back, curls bouncing as she thrusts into you, her breasts and nipples bouncing in the chill air. She lets go of you momentarily to deliver a harsh spank to your thigh, then grips your wrist harshly again.

You know she’s leaving her marks, the fingerprints on your wrists and the fine pink print on your thigh, the red cunt and the bite mark still settled on your neck from when she last played with you. You’re all hers, and you’re so close.

You beg her for the orgasm, knowing the sadist is merely waiting for an excuse to punish you and inflict sweet pain upon you. You don’t get want to give her a reason to, especially not when she is riled up a she is.

“Yes! Yes!”, she groans, chasing her orgasm. She grants you permission at last, too busy thrusting inside of your perfect hole to truly care in this moment.

Upon feeling her push deep inside and tug your wrists, her cock nestled as far in as it would go, you came, moaning as you came and felt her cum deep in you

[friendlies-af]

Broken phone p5

Today's part will be entirely devoted to @indukkkks (спасибо щитпостнику в ВК за вдохновение! 💜)

I'll start with Angel's (@littleangelblogstuff) idea. The relationship between the guards is always not very good. Someone always gets punched in the face, and this time it was Scott.

AI: 2boys, angry, black hair, black jacket, black necktie, blood, clenched teeth, colored skin, formal, glasses, grey skin, jacket, long sleeves, male focus, multiple boys, necktie, punching, red background, red eyes, red hair, shirt, teeth

I immediately realized that it was Scott and Vincent, but I decided to turn the idea around a little. Now this is something like a fake screenshot.

AI: 2boys, black footwear, black hair, black necktie, black pants, blood, coat, grey background, knife, letterboxed, long hair, long sleeves, lying, male focus, multiple boys, necktie, on stomach, pants, ponytail, red eyes, shirt, teeth, weapon, white shirt

I laughed for a long time at this drawing! 🤣 "Well, he's dead. What's the point in yapping about it?"

AI: 1boy, black hair, blood, blood on clothes, english text, glasses, gradient background, lying, male focus, necktie, police, police uniform, shirt, smile, uniform

The AI didn't see one of the people, so after collecting all the tags, I got Scott in my head lying on the bed… 😳

Ahaha, this even made for a funny plot! :"D

Okay, it's my turn for my idea. I've been wanting to draw this meme for a long time because SCOTT IS A FATHER FIGURE aghuhuhuhhuh~~~~~ "My offspring".

AI: 2boys, beanie, cigarette, colored skin, english text, glasses, gradient, gradient background, halftone, halftone background, hat, holding, holding cigarette, male focus, multiple boys, opaque glasses, red sweater, smile, sweater, turtleneck

Mike in a maid costume. I'M HAPPY WITH EVERYTHING!

AI: 2boys, apron, black gloves, black hair, black necktie, black pants, blue eyes, cellphone, cigarette, coat, colored skin, english text, enmaided, formal, glasses, gloves, gradient, gradient background, hat, holding, looking at another, maid, maid apron, male focus, multiple boys, necktie, phone, red eyes, shirt, suit, sweat

This time I tried not to repeat the previous drawing based on the request. That's why I also drew Fritz (+ I like him). "Did he lose the argument, or did he just go fucking crazy?"

AI: 3boys, alternate costume, apron, beard, black hair, cigarette, crossdressing, english text, enmaided, facial hair, freckles, glasses, hat, holding cigarette, maid, maid apron, male focus, multiple boys, mustache, necktie, orange hair, police, police uniform, smoking, uniform

I thought this would be a challenge for Ange, but she did great! Scott still made Mike wear a bear suit lol!

I like how we were able to draw all the guards during this part. It's a pity we didn't have the opportunity to draw Chris :"( Well, I think next time I'll definitely be able to do it! ^^

[verydeadaten]

Nora: Jaune-Jaune, truth or dare?

Jaune: Uh, dare.

Nora: I dare you to pull on Pyrrha’s hair when she gets back from her workout.

Jaune; WHAT! I can’t do that! That’s rude, and indecent!

Nora: Okay, truth than. Where do you keep your comic books.

Jaune: I’ll pull her hair.

Nora: Good man.

Later...

Pyrrha: I’m back.

Jaune: Hey Pyrrha. Can I ask you something?

Pyrrha: you can ask me anything.

Jaune: Can I run my fingers through your hair?

Pyrrha: *blushing* W-W-W-WHAT!

Jaune: *also blushing* It’s always looked so beautiful, and soft, and I just want to run my fingers through it!

Pyrrha: O-Okay Jaune. You can r-r-run your fingers through my hair.

Jaune went behind Pyrrha, gently running his finger though Pyrrha’s fiery red locks. Pyrrha was ecstatic, and was too wrapped up in her own head to focus on the fact that Jaune had taken her ponytail into a tight fist!

Pyrrha: I wish you asked me after I got in the shower. My hair’s dirty, and I need to shampoOOOOOOOOooOoOOOHHHH~💓💓💓

Jaune: 😳

Pyrrha: 😳

Jaune: Uh-

Pyrrha: *mortified* OOPSSORRYIGOTTAGOTAKEASHOWERMYHAIRISDIRTYADNISMELLSBADPLEASEDON’TTHINKABOUTWHATJUSTHAPPENEDBYE! *runs into bathroom and slams door*

Jaune was now alone in the dorm, hearing only the hiss of the shower, and his own beathing heart. He only had one thing to say.

Jaune: I need to ask her out on a date.

[periprose]

pretty please rough navi quaritch smut where he splits reader's legs apart and breeds her?? Reader can be from the RDA and she has to let him breed her as part of the new embryo growth program :) <3

Woo boy anon!! This ask made my head explode in a really good way 😳 thank you

The Old Fashioned Way

Miles Quaritch x Reader

When Parker Selfridge tells you that the RDA needs one of your eggs, since you're a Recom, for new genetic material, you literally can't say no. It's an order that you can't refuse, since they're trying to make new embryos to experiment off of.

Of course, you're placed in a room with Miles Quaritch, your superior, who's unsuccessfully trying to harvest his own reproductive material, same as you. He decides to kill two birds with one stone, and suggest that you do it the old fashioned way.

Word Count: 3.8k

Genre: Smut, pwp, breeding kink, unprotected sex, Quaritch being obsessed, 18+, no use of Y/N

Reader's name is Axe

“No way.” You cross your arms, staring down at Selfridge.

He’s just told you about the new RDA program. Growing Avatars and Recoms is easy and all, you know the process. Na’vi DNA was extracted successfully about twenty-five years ago- and there’s a process of combining human DNA with it to create new bodies.

It’s just that the Na’vi DNA has slowly been losing it’s potency with every sequencing process. You don’t know exactly what that’s all about- just that cloning deteriorates something about how strong the genes are. 

So the scientists and geneticists have decided that they need some kind of replacement, and they need it now. They wanted to track down more Na’vi, but considering how hard everyone’s asses get beat anytime the RDA gets a few klicks near their territory, it was a no go.

They’ve decided on the “natural way.”

As Selfridge has just said.

“ Why… not… just take my genes, Parker?” You bite your lip, and Selfridge shakes his head.

“Don’t make this anymore awkward than it has to be, Axe.” Selfridge stares at his fingernails, which somehow makes him look like even more of a prick. “Your genes are no bueno . You, Zdinarsk, Wainfleet, and Quaritch are the last line of ‘normal’ Recoms, if we can call it that. If we try to extract your genes, and grow a Recom body, it’ll just be a waste of money. It won’t work.”

“Okay.” You inhale sharply, and Selfridge flinches. You forget sometimes in your Recom body that you’re way more intimidating than your old self was. Your dead self. “So what exactly does the ‘natural way’ entail?”

“What are you, a fucking virgin?” Selfridge laughs. Loudly. 

You snarl at him, and he flinches, again, before snickering.

“Jesus, you really are one of them, huh?” Selfridge scoffs. “Try not to fuck the sperm donor too hard when you see him.”

“Selfridge-” You grab his arm as he tries to leave, and with how much smaller Selfridge is, it’s like you’re dangling his body with your sheer strength. “ Motherfucker- tell me for real what’s going on, or I’ll snap your neck.”

“You’ll get shot if you try anything.” Selfridge says, but you can see in his eyes that he’s panicking. “Okay, okay. I’m just fucking with you. They’re just going to extract an egg from your na’vi-ovaries or whatever they’re called. Then the rest, you should know. Embryo production.”

You do know, but you don’t trust him.

It’s not like you have a choice anyways.

/

You were right not to trust him.

Selfridge has to be kidding. You’re sitting in your typical testing room in Bridgehead City. There’s no scientists around, at least not yet. You’ve come in on your day of ovulation, and you’ve been told to wear something comfortable and loose, and to sit around for a bit.

You lean back on the large medical bed, sighing loudly. You’re wearing some regular sweatpants, and a t-shirt that just barely reaches your midriff. Your hair is tied loosely in a low, wavy ponytail. You hope it looks comfortable enough.

You’re assuming an ultrasound, and- the weirdest part- some vaginal probing. You haven’t gotten a chance to play around with your new body yet, at least not like that, and you have no idea what gets you going, or whatever.

You’re sure some lube will be implemented, and then you’ll just lie there and count to ten. You’re just waiting for someone, anyone to come by to do this procedure and get it over with.

The door slides open. You sit up.

Miles Quaritch looks at you, his eyes bright, alert, and his mouth a little agape. His ears stand up for a moment. He’s holding a really old magazine, and a cup- oh no.

You can’t be in this situation with your superior. It’s just so damn awkward.

“Axe?” He shakes his head and just looks flabbergasted as he cackles. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I might as well ask you the same question.” You say flatly, and sigh. “They told me… they were going to do my egg extraction in here?”

“Oh.” Quaritch isn’t exactly a sensitive man, or one with any sort of sensibilities, really, so he just sits on the other medical bed next to yours. After a brief pause, he pulls the curtain, so you’ll at least have a bit of privacy. It’s the most comforting thing he’ll ever do.

“You looking at porn?” You joke, but Quaritch just sighs in response.

“Sooner you shut up, the sooner I’ll be done.” 

You can’t argue with that. It must be weird for him too, to still have to jerk off into a cup so he can be a pseudo sperm-donor for an embryo he’ll never know.

You try not to listen too much to what he’s doing, and you can tell, from how much he’s flipping the pages of some old 2100s era Earth porn- he’s not exactly focused on what he’s supposed to be doing. What the hell was Selfridge and the other scientists thinking? That you were interested in having a voyeur experience?

You know that Bridgehead is really busy, what with all the expansions and all for the new human citizens, so you're guessing this was the only free room. You wonder if Z-Dog and Wainfleet are in the same predicament. Why not at least put you in the same room as Z-Dog, so you have a bit of a girl-to-girl, weird bonding experience? Nothing says best friends like getting your eggs extracted together.

Soon, a little robot of some kind comes by through the door, and gives you what has to be the most embarrassing object. 

A dildo.

Not exactly a dildo, because it's not a toy, but it's a very well crafted, self-lubricating, vibrating egg-extractor. Long, slim, phallic and curved in a way that you know will hit the right spot. You feel yourself flush a little.

The robot tells you to "get yourself ready," with the device, and when you're adequately so, to click a button and let it extend itself into your uterus, where it will harvest the egg for safe keeping. 

You really think this is some kind of practical joke. You would've vastly preferred the cold, clinical nature of a doctor asking you to stay calm as they put you under, and insert something into you. 

But you guess it has to be somewhat pleasurable, so they can get you to do it again at some point if they need to. 

"Those sick bastards." You mutter under your breath, and you hear Quaritch stir a little next to you. 

You decide to just get it over with, and pull down your sweatpants- just down to your knees- and your panties. You lay back against the bed, and fiddle with the device. 

Even when you were on Earth, you usually just messed around with dudes who were on your squad in the Navy. This is kind of new territory for you.

You gently press the tip of the device against yourself, and feel awkward. It just is mechanical, cold, and weird- until it starts vibrating, and emitting some sort of magically warm gel that makes you feel soft, as if your skin is beginning to tingle all over, spreading from in between your thighs, up your stomach, and into your chest. 

That's pretty good. You have to admit that yourself. 

You tentatively push it across your folds, not in just yet, and you feel yourself slicken, wetness pooling around the device- it's a sudden whirlwind of a feeling that has you seeing stars. God, you really have missed this feeling, but it's somehow even more intense in your Na'vi body. 

It begins to vibrate against your clit as you move it up and down in a testing, rudimentary way, and you very softly- just barely, audibly moan.

/

Quaritch's ears stand up, on edge. He's horribly alert of everything you're doing, and there's nothing he can do but listen. 

First, your scent is incredibly strong- intoxicating in a way that makes him sure that this is what Sully felt when he got some local tail. Your arousal has him closing his eyes, and thinking of what he would do if he was just a few feet over- pinning you down and thrusting in. Second, that vibrating sound- he knows what it’s doing, and that makes it all the more tempting to just go over and show you what a real man should feel like.

Still, Quaritch wants to follow the rules just this one time, because he's not used to his Na'vi body, either, and he would rather figure out his whole… situation, down there, before he immediately proceeds into sex. 

But he’s a bastard, too. He always goes headfirst into whatever his instincts tell him to do, and it hasn’t exactly failed him yet. Except when he died, obviously.

He hears you, just very subtly moaning, and his ears perk up as he listens.

Quaritch is too impatient to care. There’s a throbbing in his camo pants now, with no thanks to that shitty old magazine, and he knows- like all men know- what he wants to do to get rid of it.

He lifts the curtain aside, where you’re currently holding that damned toy, as your pants ball up around your knees. You’re half-lying against a pillow, and your baby t-shirt is riding up, just showing off a hint of your breasts. You’re not quite in the throes of passion, not yet, but your mouth is half-open, and your lids are half lidded as you gaze at him, your hand stopping in between your thighs.

Quaritch clenches his jaw. It’s insane how fast his hormones are- pumping through his blood, to where his pants are getting uncomfortably tight. It’s quite a sight, he can’t exactly blame himself for moving forward. 

You, to your credit, don’t draw yourself back. You just stare at him, face turning warm- probably not red, all things considered- and Quaritch just stands in front of you, taking your hand from between your legs.

“This is what they got you using?” He scoffs, pulling at the device, away from your legs. You involuntarily twitch at the movement, and your pussy suddenly feels cold. 

Quaritch tuts at the way you’re shaking a little, how you’re clearly so needy, and he leans in with an eager, almost malicious smile. His body easily towers over your own, and you feel your heart race as he looks down at you- up and down your entire body. 

“Why don’t we do things the old fashioned way?” Quaritch murmurs, a deep rumble in his chest as he does so.

You think you should say no. First of all, you don’t want to get pregnant, and second of all, it seems like Quaritch isn’t exactly being impartial, is he? You know that Earth porn probably did nothing for the guy, but that doesn’t mean you have to be his unwilling participant.

Still, as Quaritch gently nudges his bulge against you, your folds slick against the roughness of the cloth, causing you to inhale unsteadily at the pleasant friction, you realize you’re entirely willing to do this. In fact, all things considered, Quaritch is a hell of a lot more attractive than some of the other Recoms out there.

And it feels more natural than the device, which you were sadly struggling to insert. Lube or not, it was a little too out there for you.

You breathe in, feeling his bulge throb against you. “Okay.”

Quaritch doesn’t take much time to unbuckle his pants and underwear, his dick flopping out as he does. You’re a little amused- it’s proportional to his body, but it’s a lot bigger looking than any of the human dicks you’ve seen. 

It occurs to you that you probably look the same way to him. Tall, lithe body. Impossibly tiny waist. Plump chest and ass. Thick thighs. The proportions are different, but good. 

“Are you laughing at me, soldier?” Quaritch pulls off his tank top, his bare muscles causing your face to warm a little, and he towers over you now. His arms are a lot stronger than yours and he pins you down. 

“What the hell are you gonna do about it, Colonel?” You rile him up a little. Just for fun, since it seems like everything has gone batshit insane today. 

Might as well get some extra anger out of him, so this can count as stress relief, too.

“Well, let’s see.” He uses his hands to spread out your thighs, flattening and pressing them into the mattress, splitting your legs apart. He massages your thighs as he talks. “I guess I’m trying to knock you up. Get you nice and filled up with me.”

It causes a tingle in your lower stomach, watching Quaritch size you up as his hands firmly grasp your thighs. 

He inhales, and- with the practised familiarity of someone who hasn’t done this in a while- pumps his fist over his dick, just to remember the sensation. Quaritch slides his dick against you, causing you to convulse as it snugly fits into your outer folds, the head of his dick meeting where your clit is. There’s a throbbing sensation that seems to flow from him into you- and you swear pre-cum must be leaking from him, or you’ve just gotten a lot more wet.

“Ah- fuck- ” You groan, and Quaritch clearly likes the sound of that, because he slides his dick back and forth a few times. Lubing himself up. 

“You asked for this.” He grins at you, and he pushes your legs really wide this time, lifting them up a little as he enters you. 

Quaritch groans loudly when his dick has fully sheathed itself inside you, and you feel yourself twitching in anticipation, feeling more full than you’ve ever remembered feeling when you were human. He pulls your legs forward roughly, and you feel yourself clench around him as you wrap your legs around his waist.

Quaritch sighs in satisfaction, pressing his forehead against yours. He draws himself back, slowly, his dick slipping out of you sloppily, easily, and then thrusts forward at full speed, immediately filling you, causing you to moan loudly. He begins to thrust, slowly, testing the waters, and with every time he fills you, you feel your walls clench around him, like your body can’t do anything but squeeze him.

Eventually Quaritch works himself to a much more rapid speed- like he has a lot of energy he desperately needs to get out. His skin is slapping against yours as he thrusts, sometimes at an even pace, now a bit more sporadically as he gets lost in the sensation, his taut thighs causing what can only be bruises against your own. He finds that with every thrust, your walls squeeze the head of his dick, causing a delicious throbbing sensation to run through his groin, and he wants to capture that feeling again and again. He finds it insane just how wet and good you feel when he ruts up against you- it’s heightened in a way that makes him never want to let go of you.

His hands make their way towards your waist- your ridiculously tiny waist- and he squeezes, marvels at the way it seems his hands could probably swallow you whole there. He’s alarmed to find out that he wants to kiss you there.

Quaritch tries to distract himself a little. Out of some instinct that he can’t quite place, he leans towards your ear, and nibbles on it with his fang. He didn’t exactly realize how much of an erogenous zone that would be for you- warmth spreads across your jaw and ears and cheeks, and you bite your lip in the absolute cutest way, your ears fluttering up and down, as you moan a little against his jaw. He moves his hands upwards, and pulls up your top, exposing your breasts. He roughly thumbs a nipple, causing you to wriggle around in pleasure, and then decides to latch his mouth onto it, his fangs just teasing and pulling at your nipple until you cry out.

He wants to do this again, and again, until you’re covered in his marks and bruises, all his , so he can claim you as his own woman to breed. Of course, Quaritch isn’t that stupid to actually go through with it- you’re a great soldier in your own right, and you probably don’t want to be owned- he just has this need inside him to absolutely own you in every possible way.

You feel like you’re impossibly hot, your body burning up from your lower regions, all the way to your face, to where Quaritch has bitten you, here and there. You’re feeling a pressure build inside you- and you think Quaritch can feel it too, considering how hard he’s grunting, pushing, and pressing inside you, seeking desperately for that release. 

Your hands make their way around his neck, and you lean in, and kiss him, your parted lips moving against his. You think Quaritch won’t be receptive- he is the coldest person you know- but his tongue swirls into your mouth, spit being swapped between the two of you, and he actually groans into your mouth, it being muffled and all. His hands stroke up and down your thighs, ass, waist, and tits, and he begins to thrust with a little more impact- less sloppy, more intensity- which has you absolutely melting at his touch, wrapping yourself tightly around him.

Some instinct of yours- something that comes with this body, at least- tells you to combine your queue with Quaritch’s, and you do so with shaky hands, your braid swinging over his shoulder, and combining with his as you hold them together. Quaritch doesn’t stop you, but what you feel surprises you.

Of course, there’s an overwhelming sense of lust and sex and arousal and all the things Quaritch is feeling right now, so he can breed you like a strong man would, but there’s also… affection? Attraction, yes, but affection?

You could just be getting confused with everything else that’s in there. But you think it’s there, a feeling of affection for his favourite subordinate, and that’s all you really needed to know. You like him, too. You feel like you’re really seeing him right now.

Quaritch moans against your mouth, and cums inside you, and it’s as if fireworks have gone off inside your brain, his orgasm lighting up yours in the soul bond. You convulse under him, moaning, feeling the waves overtake you as he grips you tightly, the ache of his cock causing you to feel pleasure ebb outwards.  

He slowly pulls out, and watches as cum drips down the sides of your thighs. Quaritch is kind of impressed- he did it, like he said he would- and he lays down next to you, sighing in contentment.

“So. Are we keeping it?” Quaritch teases, and you give him a wayward look.

“ It is not gonna be a baby, dumbass.” You roll your eyes, but something about Quaritch now makes you want to snuggle against him, his scent all warm and familiar, and so you do. You let your face lie flatly against his chest. You feel like it’s the bond- it still feels kind of present between you two.

“Woo, boy, if you don’t know how babies are made, I’m not sure I should have done you like that.” Quaritch laughs, and you sigh.

“Goddamnit.” You shake your head. “Selfridge said that our reproductive material are meant to make the next Recoms. They’re just gonna take the embryo, and use it’s cells to make a blank slate for the next Avatar or Recom or whatever it is. We just… took out the middle man for them.”

Quaritch isn’t too caught off guard by this. He’s used to all the science fuckery that the RDA does, and he decides to just let it go.

“Tell you what, Axe.” He uses your name, for real, as his hand combs through your hair. “Come by my quarters later, and we can do it again and again . However many times until you’ve got a baby in there.”

You still don’t want to be pregnant, and you’re pretty sure the colonel knows that- he’s just got some crazy impregnation fetish or creampie kink going on- but you’re kind of obsessed with him now, and the way that he keeps looking at you.

“I’m cool with that.” You nod, and if Quaritch was an honest man, he would say that he felt completely enamoured with that response.

You snuggle up next to him, not really caring that this is a medical lab, or that you should head back to your quarters. You’re tired, and you fall asleep fairly easily.

/

Quaritch doesn’t fall asleep. He feels crazy energized. You’ve given him a high unlike any other- and he’s in a particularly good mood because he feels… some way that he can’t articulate about you.

After you’re out cold, he puts his pants back on- and good thing he does, because Selfridge comes in without knocking. 

Selfridge looks from you, completely naked, and snoring under some blankets, to Quaritch, who’s suspiciously shirtless and stretching his legs out.

He looks aghast. “I didn’t think you two would really-”

“Really?” Quaritch leans over him. “Seems to me like you did it on purpose. Putting us in the same room and all.” 

Selfridge splutters over Quaritch’s accusation, and simply states that he needs the embryo, exiting after handing another extraction advice to him.

Quaritch jostles you awake. “Axe. You gotta do something and then we got to leave, alright?”

You nod sleepily, and he hands you the extraction advice. You rub your eyes and then realize what you’re holding.

“Turn around?”

Quaritch gives you a “ really? ” sort of look, but you’re serious, so he raises his hands jokingly and complies.

It’s a really quick one minute procedure. The little device crawls up inside you in an almost-undetectable fashion, and then after a moment, it pops back out, with a symbol indicating that it has successfully taken the embryo out, and put it inside it’s storage section. It’s weird- you know you were told to come here when you were ovulating, but it’s like a pregnancy test. It confirms that you and Quaritch kind of made a potential baby… or something that will go on to become genetic material for a blank slate.

You’re too tired to care. You put your clothes back on, and yawn, feeling your eyes fluttering. Quaritch picks you up, bridal style, as you snuggle your face into his chest, wrapping your arms around his neck. He exits the room, sidestepping around different human RDA members, and Recoms and Avatars who are staring the two of you down. Looks of confusion among all of them.

Quaritch doesn’t give a fuck. He steps into an elevator, and it pulls the two of you up towards the higher floors of the skyscraper.

You know this will be gossip for all the other RDA members, but for now you can just sleep, completely satisfied.

[weebsinstash]

I get what you mean about the hair; I try and keep my fics with neutral phrases but I’ve got hair like yours, and sometimes I’m self indulgent 🤷

But imagine batfams reader cutting their hair while stuck in the manor and their reactions at finding out lmao

Honestly, their feelings of BETRAYAL. They'd be so overdramatic. They love to brush and braid and style and do all sorts of stuff with your hair: hair masks, hair stylings, curlings, rollers, would platonic bathing even be a thing 🤔😳 seperated by gender or whatever, or maybe your reader is an adult and you're on that stepcest shiz and that's 🤌 a ok. god the Wayne money makes a sort of communal bathing activity possible for, them to have some sort of big ass tub room or some luxurious "marble bathroom with cascading water from the ceiling into a big square in floor tub that could fit like 15 people in it" type shit, or you mostly have some privacy bathing wise BUT they sometimes take you to a spa where you've got some of them with you and, you know, you're naked so, depending on context this is either mildly embarrassing (oh it's just "your family" but you're shy) or downright humiliating (you know they arent 'actually' your adoptive family or youre a kidnapping victim or whatever).

They all do so much and more and take you to high end salons, and, suddenly, what did you DO??? Where did it all go??? I've had haircuts before where I've gotten a good ten inches chopped off, going from like center of the back to just above the shoulders, and also, like, I've also been a cheap bitch and cut my own hair before a few times, nothing fancy or risky, just combing it out ultra straight after a shower and cutting it even length all around

They're going from being able to do all sorts of styles with it, to, maybe you can barely do a small ponytail and maybe it causes so much traction alopecia it ain't worth it. And you're either so casual about getting/giving the haircut ,or, feel regret later and try and hide it but, regardless, they find out for sure. God, like, have you see Catwoman and Batwoman because they might be the first to notice. Both of them have luscious hair and as your official "new moms" they're the ones who like to look after you and the other girls (Barbara, Cassandra, there's so many of these mf'in comic books I'm sure there's more, Carrie Kasey is from an alternate timeline so she isnt really here). Anyways Selina always being physically affectionate and running her hands through your hair and tbh idk a lot about Katherine but she seems cool and she was shown in the Young Justice show which tbh is kind of where I've been picturing this all to take place, or like, something similar. Both of them are also rich heiresses and, also, you know, women so, regardless of your gender they always get you such luxurious skin and hair products and insist on mothering you and pampering you.

Seriously do you wonder if like the entire family excluding you has to have secret meetings where they negotiate around a calendar who gets to spend time with you like "We wanted to take them to our favorite spa this weekend" "well, they told me that they wanted to go somewhere with lots of animals, so, I'm taking them to that new famous zoo overseas. You'll have to reschedule" "dibs on next Friday, we were gonna do a movie night" "that won't work because there's a convention they've really been looking forward to and I was going with them" and also, would they even snipe each other's plans like 'oh shit that sounds way better than what I had in mind'. They overhear one another, discussing planning to surprise you with something they know you'll like or want to do, and the eavesdropper will snag it first. But also like, not always in a toxic backstabbing way, they're all a loving family albeit with Tons And Tons Of Issues (welcome to the Wayne house, bitch)

But anyways, rambling aside before I immediately begin a rant about another idea, I imagine it'd be kind of contextual how they react to your drastic hair transformation. Are you 'stuck in the manor' cause you're a grounded young adult or a consciously aware kidnapping victim this is all kind of being imposed onto. Or I've also thought of, we've discussed the whole age regression memory loss adoption thing, and potentially just being scooped up, but I've also thought about option c: you were a legit sidekick but then genuinely want to leave or stop and like, they'll let you choose to stop crime fighting but they won't let you leave the family and be on your own. Either way, the fam's reaction could range from some of them being scolding, to being sad, to being disappointed in you and feeling like this is indicative of some sort of problem i mean like "oh no a sudden haircut what if this means they're feeling kinda down, not anything about the kidnapping tho" like, you know how it can be almost satirical where people will overanalyze the situation and suggest the most bonkers thinks instead of accepting the truth. They're rushing to "fix" all kinds of problems. You're getting your bathroom completely emptied of all products and replaced with a customized, expensive routine like hair growth promoting oils and shampoos and masks and leave in conditioners like, borderline treating the loss of your hair like a tragedy like some follicle 9/11, which, also applies super hard to the next idea I'm gonna share before 😅

There's kind of, a personal haircare problem I've been encountering but is kind of specific but I could also see it making like an interesting sort of story. I have seborrheic dermatitis (which, it's dandruff, most skin conditions are actually autoimmune disorders) and my scalp just likes to randomly go crazy sometimes and, well, i can't tell if it's the use of a "safe for daily use" clarifying shampoo in tandem with the potentially drying anti dandruff shampoo, or the seborrheic dermatitis inherently, or just a dry scalp that's being exacerbated by the wrong shampoo, or even years of my own high ponytails, but, I've noticed a recent change in my hair texture with some noticeable hair thinning, so. Onto the concept, what if the fam was obsessed with your hair but you insist on being able to buy or choose your own products and they aren't possessive enough that they're controlling what your personal hygiene routines and such are (yet), so, here you are experimenting with new products and routines and just trying to have fun and you. Accidentally fuck up your own hair, or notice a problem, and you're too nervous to go to them because 1. You'll feel stupid about it and you don't want them to look down on you 2. What if they have a weird reaction about it 3. Bruce would probably take you straight to a dermatologist and what if that doesn't help and maybe you have some internalized trauma from being poor in your old life that you don't like "wasting money/resources on unnecessary dr visits if I can figure it out myself 🥺 im sorry"

But like if you outright damaged your own hair I feel like that'd really feed into their whole all around neurosis on needing to take care of you. Infantalizing sort of "SEE, this is why you need our help, can't you see we just care about you 🥺". Some of them might be more invested or differently prioritized than others but none of them are happy, just, differing levels of being upset haha. The "iron fist" really comes down on regulating you, from what you to how you brush your hair to what goes in it and even how you sleep. Getting enough vitamins and minerals in your body while good rest is important, so, not only do they have to male sure you're eating and not having any deficiencies, but also, Bruce is occasionally checking those hidden cameras to make sure you're fast asleep when you need to be, him and, really anyone who can use the Batcomputer and has the will, tracking your sleeping patterns and seeing if you're sleeping soundly or if there's any nightmares or you're popping awake or, even maybe if your phone and certain things will have to be confiscated for you to rest, IF those are things you even were allowed to have in the first place.

But yeah these guys got me acting totally weird and on some self indulgent personal fantasy shit but ykw if you're subscribed to me you're probably a lil weird too and that's ok 👍

[mikumanogi-blog]

2023-04-07  “Mimicry…” Tereblog 39 [ENG]

Gakakin

I can’t say Gachapin with my mouth like this Gakakin (´◉ϖ◉｀)꒱

Naonao took this picture for me 📷

 Hello I’m Ikdea Teresa and beside me is Naonao

 I’m mimicking a rabbit 💭🐰

For the second day of the Under Live we both had half twin tails, but saying that even though we don’t plan on it we match! It’s fate isn’t it (arm in arm)

 But really together we’re mimicking Kuma-san and Panda-san 🐻🐼

 Today I’m going to be answer some of the questions I got in Letters!

 By the way the delicious food that I saw ⤵

Fried dumplings 🥟

A burger with fries from a burger shop

A delicious Hamburg steak

Hong Kong Melonpan

Shuizhu

Unajou

It’s kind of a global lineup isn’t it, sooo good …(♡ཫ♡)

 Thank you for all the letters, they really put me at ease during breaks in rehearsals and when I’m feeling exhausted and I’m going to answer some here today 〰︎✍🏻

 ✉️ I have a full comp set of Teresa-chan’s pictures from the 32nd single!!

(Letter name: Passhoon)

🕊YaY!!!!! Thank you so much 💪🏻(╭ u ╮)🤌🏻 I really like the pairing of the red picture frame outfit with the hairband and earings ♡

 ✉️ Teresa-chan’s “Mouuu!” is like a food supplement, thanks to it I feel healthy.

(Letter name: Teresama no iutoori)

🕊Really, I’m so glad, please live a long life  

 ✉️I know that you like the manga Patariro and I wonder if you also like Tonde Saitama which is made by the same person ♬ Even if a city girl like Ikeda says that she likes it, rather than being hurt it would make a prefectural resident with strong masochistic tendencies happy

(Letter name: Dainagon)

🕊I do like it! I even see the movie （◝𖥦◜） Judging from the fact that I was born and raised in Tokyo and the others are born in different regions with strong regional identities it makes me kind of jealous 😳

✉️ 🫸🏻🐼🫷🏻 ←The panda looks like it’s getting crushed!!!!

(Letter name: Manta)

🕊KYAAAAAAAAAAA STOOOOOOOPPPPPPP

 ✉️Oh yeah! In order to see Teresa’s strange emojis 🫚 I updated! And I found a beast titan emoji 🦧

(Letter name: Nepochi)

🕊I guess it can’t be helped 🦾← I’ll give you the arm of the Steel titan

 Thank you for all the comments, I’ll answer some again (o・・o)/~

 With Hazuki-san

 She’s so kind and adorable and it’s thanks to her we’re so together. Seeing her with Aruno makes me smile, sometimes I get a little jealous (Talking about what point of view I’m saying this from, I want to say it’s from the point of view that it’s from besides Mr Aru who was saved by Hazuki’s existence)

 I really liked her hair during the performance, it flutter in the wind everytime she dances, I really liked her ponytail yesterday 🌿🌙

 Tomorrow is finally the Osaka performance! It’ll be my first time back in Kansai since the New Nogizaka Star Tanjou! Live in Kobe, Takoyaki Takoyaki 🐙♥️Two days ago with everyone’s power I was able to grow a little and so I really want you to find me.

 I know it might be too much to ask but I really want to see Green and white penlights as well as towels with Ikeda Teresa written on them in Osaka! I was able to see so many of the in TOKYO DOME CITY HALL, thank you so much.

 I’ll be waiting m(_ _)m

 I can’t help but forgive you this much today

 Hmmm, weel see you soon

#Tereblog #39 (Who do you looove?)

 https://www.nogizaka46.com/s/n46/diary/detail/101377?ima=1611&cd=MEMBER

[tripthelightfandomtastic]

I want Danny or Jake to talk me through giving him head for the first time because I’m not too experienced 😳😳

Oh lord, just the way Jake would tell you to get on your knees, his thumb would run over your lips, letting his thumb slip past and into your mouth. "Suck on it, gently, slowly." He'd say, watching you learn from him as you start to bob your head on his digit.

"Look at her, such a good girl." Danny would say, sitting on the bed, watching you on your knees for Jake. "She's a quick learner." Jake smiles as he pulls his hand from your face. He pulls off his shirt, undoes his belt, pulling his pants down until he's left in just his briefs like Danny, his erection prominent beneath the thin fabric. "See what you do to me. Take them off for me babe." He coaxes, "Yes, sir." You whisper, "So polite too. How did you get so lucky Jake?" "She's an angel. You'll see." Jake says proudly as he tucks your hair behind your ear, you smile up at him as you pull his underwear down, he kicks them away, letting his erection spring freely before you, hard and already glossy with precum.

"Take it in your hand angel, go ahead and give it a kiss." Danny gently prompts, his hand running over his erection as he watches you. Jake senses your hesitation, "Don't be shy baby, I'm right here." He says bringing you back to him. You move to him, taking him in your hand and leading him to your mouth, planting a sweet kiss to the tip, so soft on your lips. You move to kiss it again, more of a sloppier open mouthed kiss, wanting to feel the softness more, you give him a gentle lick, Jake shudders at your tongue. His hands find you hair, pulling it up loosely in a ponytail, "Feels good baby." He groans, loving the attention you're giving him. "So pretty like that, lick all the way up from the base to the tip for him baby." Danny instructs from the side, as he starts to stroke his cock, hard from just watching you work your mouth, the way your naked body looks as you concentrate on making Jake feel good. You do as he says, laying a flat tongue on the base of Jake's dick, running it slowly up and to the very tip, "Now take it in your mouth, all that you can." Danny says gently, his own hand pumping himself, "Use your hand for what you can't." Jake says sweetly as he looks down at you. You open your mouth and start to make your way down his length, finding you can't possibly take all of him. "Just take what you can baby, bob up and down, it'll make it easier to go farther." Danny helps, his eyes watching you, lips parted as he watched you follow his command, Jake leans his head back, exposing that beautiful neck of his.

You work your way over him, bobbing up and down on his cock, loving the way his hands feel in your hair, gently scratching your scalp, his moans egging you on. You pump his length slowly into your mouth where you can't take him all the way. You push yourself further, his head touching the back of your throat, causing you to gag. You pull all the way off, Jake and Danny chiming in when they see your eyes well up as you try to catch your breath.

"Hey, baby, it's okay, it happens." Jake soothes, "You okay darling? Just take a deep breath. You wanna keep going?" Danny says as he kneels by your side, brushing his thumb under your eyes to clear your tears away. "I'm good, I'm okay. Just was a lot." You sigh, catching your breath and looking for your resolve to continue on. "It's okay, you wanna start over?" Jake asks, you nod your head at him. "Show Danny some lovin?" Jake smiles as he leans over to kiss you from your place on the floor. You nod excitedly, he seals your agreement with a kiss before he switches places with Danny, going to sit on the bed while Danny stands before you. He's a bit bigger than Jake but at least now you know what to do a bit more.

You give him a gentle kiss on his hip before moving to hold his dick in your hand, pumping slowly, using your thumb to roll the precum over the head of his soft pink tip. Danny shudders at the touch, especially since he'd been touching himself while you sucked off Jake. You hold him to your lips, kitten licking at his tip, his head falls back in a sigh. Jake comes over to you, his hands roaming over your chest as he kneels behind you, "Doing such a good job baby. Go ahead, take him in honey." He whispers in your ear, you take Danny in your mouth as far as you can, bobbing up and down, a moan rolls deep within his chest, the sound making your pussy so wet and needy, the way they're both surrounding you makes you feel so worshipped. Jake's hands tweak at your nipples, making you moan around Danny's cock, sending a wave of pleasure over him, he thrusts subconsciously at the feeling, making you gag. You can feel Jake and Danny anxiously pause, but you continue to suck him down.

"So fucking good baby girl." Jake praises, his hand in your hair helps subtly guiding your movements, helping stroke you up and down on Danny's length. "Holy fuck, that feels so good princess." Danny gasps, his hands on your cheeks as you take him, their collective praise makes you weak. Jake's hand runs between your thighs his middle finger teases up and down your clit, swirling his finger over and over on your swollen bud.

"So wet for us, all from having two dicks in your mouth." Jake rasps against your ear. You moan against him, sending Danny lurching forward, "So close," Danny cries out, you find the determination to pick up the pace, desperate to taste him. His hips stutter as your tongue runs side to side under his cock, making him groan, "Fuck baby, you're so fucking hot, making him cum in front of me like this. Such a dirty girl." Jake rasps as he continues to swirl his fingers on your sopping wet clit. You can feel yourself pooling, nearly on the edge of cumming on Jake's hand with Danny in your mouth like this.

You moan again, the vibrations rolling through Danny's body, "Fuck, fuck, I'm gonna cum." He warns, but you keep going, wanting so desperately to taste him. "Come on baby, I know you want it too." Danny pants, "Cum with me, all over Jake's hand with my cock in your throat." He says making you almost double over from the impending climax the two of them have guided you to. "Let go baby, come on, give it to us." Jake whispers against the shell of your ear. You hum against Danny as your orgasm pulls you under. The stimulation pulls Danny right with you. "There it is baby, take it, swallow him down." "Fuck," Danny groans as you feel his cum wash over your tongue, he tastes salty but so sweet, so warm as you swallow his load. Your pace slowed, pulling off except to swirl your mouth over his tip. "Ah, ah, fuck," Danny cries sweetly, voice rasping lowly at the feeling. "Too much baby girl, feels too good." Jake says as he guides you off, "Holy shit." Danny smiles, gasping from the feeling of his orgasm washing away. "Tastes so sweet." You whisper up to Danny, he shoots you a smirk. Jake smiles to look at you, "Our turn."

[samanthaswishes]

Agents of SHIELD Rewatch Season 3B (ep. 11-22)

Here's my commentary on my rewatch of Agents of SHIELD Season 3 Episodes 11-22. This may not be the best commentary since these are just the thoughts and opinions that come to my mind as I watch the episodes rather than a full-blown analysis, but I'm just having fun with it!

3x11 Bouncing Back

YOYO EPISODE FINALLY!

Also ominous 3 months from now screen. It’s kinda sad rewatching it, knowing what results from it.

THERE SHE IS

Elena Rodriguez, I love you.

This is also an Elena “Yo-Yo” Rodriguez appreciation blog.

“He didn’t want to invite us to his house”

“You have people?” “Sort of. Not really.”😭😭

Also wish we got more of the friendship between Lincoln and Jemma. Being doctors, it definitely had potential.

Not Hunter and Bobbi trying the fish oil pills, or thinking about it.

If this was a soulmate AU, this is when Mack and Elena’s would have shown.

This is also an appreciation post for Yo-Yo’s Doc Martens.

Still find it funny yet badass that Elena was able to knock out and kidnap Mack all on her own.

“How do you lose someone as big as Mack?”

Love you Mack, but this is karma for what you did with Hunter last season😅

Coulson’s still sort of off the deep end. I mean the memory torture machine? Really? I understand the need to get to Malick, but it’s pretty inhumane.

Elena’s piercings! Ugh, she’s so pretty!

“Like a yo-yo” 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Don’t show him humanity. That’s how we ended up with Ultron.

Mack and Elena’s very first conversation is one of my favorite scenes.

Mack’s little proud moment to be Daisy’s partner😁

Also love that we got a whole episode of Elena getting to speak Spanish. Really great to see her speak in her native language.

“Kinda sexy” Sorry Hunter, she’s Mack’s girlfriend.

“You’re enjoying this” “Mm, maybe a little”

Hive in this episode is really uncomfortable to watch.

I understand Lincoln’s hesitation.

I love the character development that Elena went through in season 7, but I really liked the restraint on her powers, having to snap back to one place. I feel like it added something unique to a commonly used super power.

“You’re my new best friend” WHY SHOW DID YOU HAVE RUIN THIS FRIENDSHIP IN SEASON 5!😫

Elena’s power is just so fun. And her little smiles when they are attacking the police station🥰

And even from her very first episode, we see how Elena can be impulsive, thus forcing herself to snap back.

NOT THE HAND

Why does Hydra have elevator hold music?😂

Sad that this is the only episode Elena was in with Bobbi and Hunter. Bobbi and Elena would have been such a badass pair, and I feel like Elena and Hunter would have had a fun, bouncing off each other type of relationship.

“Don’t look at me like that” YOU LOVE HER MACKKKKK

SHIELD Apple Watch

Daisy and Joey already see the relationship haha.

YOYO YOYO YOYO YOYO YOYO YOYO

They’re so soft. Lincoln and Daisy🥺

“You joined the cavalry”

Of course, Talbot lol.

3x12 The Inside Man

Hive is disgusting.

I mean, I’d be pissed if my son was in trouble because of my husband’s job too.

“Shake n Bake”

Again, Daisy is right. It’s all “bad people can be inhuman too” but she brings up the point “there’s bad humans too, but you don’t see anything against them.”

May says Lincoln’s joke was not funny, but I believe she laughed a little.

CREEL!

May just stole some innocent guy’s crowbar💀

“Michilan Man”

Would have been good to mention Creel was there, Talbot.

A symposium on how to handle inhumans without an inhuman present in fear of “offending” them? Bullshit.

I get May’s anger at Hunter. Really, I get it. However, I don’t think it was fair of her to speak to Hunter the way she did. Hunter does actually care a lot for the team. Yes, Bobbi is his reasoning for most things, but he really does love this team.

Talbot’s character in this episode is just him being racist/xenophobic.

“Cure needs a disease” THANK YOU COULSON.

Also, does Talbot know about Daisy’s powers? Like, I don’t think he was ever formally informed of it.

Okay, but this training scene is hot😳

PONYTAIL MAY

They still have Daisy’s blood from 2 years ago? Then again, Jemma did take so many vials of it after she got shot.

I do agree that becoming inhuman should be a choice and some might actually want a vaccine, but Daisy does have a point that the government would most definitely make it mandatory, exterminating the inhuman race.

“I love you” “I don’t hate you as much”

Classic May. “I’ll handle the kid”

Low blow Lincoln. Low blow.

Also, Lincoln makes it out to be his powers that scared off Daisy. Really, it was the dig at her past that she had to do to survive.

“Don’t get to kill people in cold blood, but we have a good retirement plan”

Is it weird that I wish we got to see more of the character’s bedrooms? Lincoln’s isn’t that decorated but I’d like to see how other characters like Daisy, May, or Mack have personalized their spaces.

Now they’re really Shake n Bake😏

Also, as someone who has worn many sports bras, how the hell was Daisy able to take hers off in one swift movement?

And while I enjoy the staticquake sexy time, the door is literally WIDE open. Like, okay I guess?😂 Fitzsimmons and other agents are still on base. And Mack isn’t in this episode, so he might be there too. Though I feel like he’s had his fair share of walking/hearing in on Bobbi and Hunter and later Fitzsimmons.

3x13 Parting Shot

Okay. I’m ready for pain🙃

Bobbi is a mood. I’d too ask for a burger and curly fries if I was being interrogated.

Bobbi’s code name for the Zephyr being “Bird”🥺 Is that the only time they really refer to her as “Mockingbird”?

“Able to spout absolute nonsense with such ease” Well, that’s Hunter for you.

“Pretty sure that’s gonna be a no” “It’s a big no”

“Hi” “Hi~”

Hunter’s responses to each of the past vacation possibilities. “Visiting your mum doesn’t count” “That wasn’t me” He’s impulsive but I miss him.

Mushrooms

For soup

Love how Daisy just nods off like “Cool. That isn’t weird at all”

“Mine’s not fluent” “Mine’s nonexistent” “I dated a Russian hacker once, but I only learned the dirty words”

You can’t just leave us with that, Daisy. Tell me more about this Russian hacker that is most definitely a her.

Daisy’s resume: can hack the Pentagon and shake the Earth.

“New Hampshire with legs”

This scene is so important, but I can’t get over the blooper of the guy snoring in the back😂

“Spasibo, Daisy” “Denada” “Pretty sure that’s not Russian”

Shadow Man

Hunter: “I have an idea but it involves May hitting people” May: 😏

“FoR mOtHeR rUsSiA!” *dies instantly*

“Ready, sestra?” “Da” YEEEESSSSS

Bobbi’s concern for Daisy🥺

“There’s no cheeseburgers where we’re going”😭

It really is Coulson’s brand to step into the light from a shadowy place, isn’t it?

“It’s a Spy’s Goodbye”😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Pretty sure every Shield fan is traumatized by the Spy’s Goodbye score. It’s definitely one of the most beautiful scores, but it’s just so sad.

3x14 Watchdogs

Love that we got a pretty good amount of background of Mack’s family life. Brother, Mom and Dad, Ex-Wife, Late-Daughter.

Ruben, you seem really cool! Don’t follow the Watchdogs.

I just wanna say that I love Daisy’s leather jacket this season. Probably my favorite one.

“Thank you, nerd herd”

iT’s A bUiLdInG

May is best mentor/teacher.

Love the Jemma and May dynamic this season.

Jemma, you are amazing with your own amazing skills.

I understand both sides of this argument, but I kinda have to side with Daisy. The Watchdogs are taking extremes. Why should they just wait around when people are dying? Like Daisy said, they have to save lives.

So did none of Mack’s family know he’s a SHIELD agent?

Just climbs into a Watchdog’s car to shake him. I love you Daisy😂

I get why Fitz and Mack have their reservations, wanting to be the bigger person and all, but Daisy doesn’t “hurt” people for no reason. It’s never her intentions to hurt people, but she does need to get through the people who are intentionally hurting innocents. Lives are at stake. That’s what Daisy’s focus is on. The Watchdogs should not be given a single inch to do more harm.

“What does he think you do?” “Insurance” “Well, not anymore”

It’s not something I see often, but I have seen people blame Daisy for what happens to Mack and Fitz in this episode, which is just stupid. The Watchdogs are at fault. Just want to make it clear: what happened to Fitz and Mack were not Daisy’s fault.

Coulson wasn’t the one who made Deathlok, Blake. IT WAS FREAKING JOHN GARRETT AND HYDRA!

Lincoln’s little chuckle when he realizes it’s a hologram🥲

“We brought him Daisy” And both Lincoln and Coulson are immediately on the move.

Well guess what, now you’re blindsighted. By the Watchdogs.

NOT THE DOG STATUE

Make shift Shotgun Axe!!! Don’t worry Mack, only 8 more episodes.

ALFIE

Mack named himself after Ruben🥹

Mini Mack

3x15 Spacetime

Time for my favorite episode of the season, and one of my favorites of the whole series!!!!

Robin’s theme🥺😭 Definitely one of my favorites next to the Quake theme.

Lincoln, poor baby😂 Is this his first gun fight?? Looks completely scared and confused.

Here comes Hive with that Aladdin cape thing.

Jemma sitting next to Daisy to provide comfort🥺

I can’t imagine what Daisy might be thinking when she thought Coulson was shooting at her.

The fact that this episode sets up SO MANY things for the future of the show. Lincoln’s death, literally the plot of season 5. So many things are a result of this episode.

“You’re hurting my brain”

“I’ve never seen the original Terminator” “You’re off the team” Is that a requirement for the team lol?😂

“Real feat would be changing the past” WELL GUESS WHAT YOU GUYS DO IN SEASON 7

Plot hole: Robin is described to be 18 months old prior to season 3 (1.5 years old) then suddenly she’s like 7 years old in season 5, which is only 2 years later??

The Hinton story is just so sad. Charles left to make sure Robin never saw a death only for her to get precognition like him and see even more bad things.

I love that May never doubts Daisy’s abilities. She always believes in Daisy, but I believe she was okay to take her place and agree with Coulson because, not only could that change the future outcome, but because she wanted to protect Daisy from the harm that could have been caused. Especially given that there would be a death happening, there was definitely a chance the death Daisy saw was her own.

“I refuse to believe anything is completely inevitable” season 5 proves this belief, but your actions in season 5 totally disregard this belief.

I love Daisy’s season 3B hair. It’s slightly longer than it was in season 3A and has a curl to it. I love it!

“Skye, come home.” 🥺😭🥺😭

Andrew I love you

“You’re still the center of the best moments of my life”😭

ANDREW GARNER IS THE BEST LITERALLY

He and Daniel have set my standards for future partners.

“And maybe what we see here won’t make any sense-“ *cue Hive Grant Ward*

Chloe absolutely nails these one shot fights!!

And there’s why it needed to be Daisy.

THE CINEMATOGRAPHY OF THIS SCENE ON THE ROOF!!!

Again, the Hinton family story is so sad.

Here’s the ominous quinjet again

Everything about this episode is just amazing from start to finish. The way it starts and ends is just so good. The entire cast and crew really did amazing with this one.

3x16 Paradise Lost

I already didn’t like this episode, but season 7 made me dislike it even more.

Funny how my favorite and least favorite episodes of the season are back to back.

Hard to believe just a little over 2 years ago, I felt bad for Nathaniel Malick. Now, fuck him.

“You said you killed him” “I did” “Well, you didn’t kill him hard enough”

And there’s the infamous bleeding cheek scar on Daisy that never seems to go away.

SCREW YOU WHITEHALL

So did the Chronicoms change the beliefs of Nathaniel in season 7? Cause in season 3, he seems to heavily believe Hydra then in season 7, he says he doesn’t “worship a space octopus”

This season is just the season of guilt, isn’t it?

“We shouldn’t use our powers” AND what does Daisy do in like 2 minutes?

gIrL pOwEr

It’s also crazy to hear Gideon and Nathaniel talk about their dad and actually knowing and seeing who this guy is.

I also think I don’t like this episode because it reminds me of 1x21 (but that episode at least has some redeeming qualities) By that I mean 1x21 I feel like tried to build sympathy for Ward, who at that point was revealed to be Hydra. I feel like this episode is trying to make me sympathize with Malick, which I sure as hell do not.

Getting locked in a room with Melinda May. That’s either a dream or a nightmare depending on how you look at it.

Another thing that’s important in season 5.

“Birds can be scary” As someone who got chased by geese at a park/lake when I was like 8 or 9, I agree.

I like that Coulson acknowledges that he did go off the deep end before.

Again, I used to feel bad for Nathaniel, but I guess Gideon did something good by sending Nathaniel through the portal. (I’m not sure if I mean this sarcastically)

Isn’t Nathaniel’s memory in Hive? And Hive is now kissing Malick’a daughter?? This is weird.

So when did Gordon show up for inhumans? Is it more so if they’re in trouble? Cause he picked up Lincoln when he almost killed his ex. He picked up Daisy when she was being chased by real shield (which makes me wonder if he knew if she was Jiaying’s daughter given he could’ve easily found her and brought her to her mom years ago)

I’m glad Daisy at least told someone about the vision instead of bottling it up and keeping it to herself.

“That’s not good” No shit, Fitz

How did Giyera know exactly where the Zephyr would be landing?

“Let’s call them in” YAYYYYY

3x17 The Team

Joey with his boyfriend and Elena learning english for Mack🥹

One of my favorite bts photos will always be the secret warriors in the harnesses pretending to sky dive.

I love the little banter Elena and Joey have with one another.

Ugh this scene is so cool but so hurts when you realize this is when Hive took control of Daisy.

“If not, we’ll all go blind” “Wha?”

Joeyyy you did good.

“Hello~?”

“May, you can’t even walk” “But I can still fly”

Also love Daisy’s maroon sweater. It’s so cute.

I wish we got a full episode of the Secret Warriors and not just the start of the episode. Was really disappointed about that.

AND MACK LEARNED SPANISH FOR HERRRR🥰😭

I LOVE MACKELENA

LINCOLN AND DAISY AND SOFT FOREHEAD KISSES🥰🥰

The way May swats Lincoln’s hand away is just funny to me. Probably cause my mom did and still does the same thing😅

“I hate this hospital gown” “You think?” Daisy’s just like “you know how many times I’ve had to wear this the last 3 years??”

What was Elena doing in the hangar? Was it just scoping out the place?

Fitz and I have the same reaction to gross things like the inside of the human body.

May’s seen Daisy ICE herself, which is why she makes of face that says she doesn’t want to ICE the inhumans.

SHIELD and the team really did go about this wrong. They should have been notified immediately instead of leaving them in the dark. Things probably wouldn’t have been as bad.

WHY DID THEY START SHOOTING?

This is what I mean. Daisy looks almost scared of herself when she quakes Joey against the wall.

“We’ll be stronger next time. You’ll see” has different implications when you think about Daisy being under the sway.

Chloe really does play the crazy sway well.

The May and Coulson realization that it’s Daisy🥺

3x18 The Singularity

The Mack and May banter in the beginning is great.

“It’s risky and irresponsible” “Then why are you smiling”

Coulson’s reminder to everyone: Daisy is a HOSTAGE. Hive is USING HER. This is for everyone in the back WHO THOUGHT SHE PURPOSELY BETRAYED THE TEAM WHILE SHE WAS FUCKING BRAINWASHED!

Daisy used to drive her van up to overlook the city to sleep at night🥺

“You mean once we have sex?”

Again, love the May and Jemma dynamic this season.

“I don’t have parents anymore”😭😭

Yeah you do, Daisy, and they are working hard to get you back.

Cutting off Talbot mid sentence will always be funny.

NOT DAISY LEANING ON HIVE. UGH I HATE THIS I HATE THIS I HATE THIS.

Again, Coulson going slightly off the deep end (hence the murder vest). I know it’s over Daisy (which is understandable) but I am glad he does get called out for it. If only Fitz got the same treatment when he makes rash decisions for Simmons and makes decisions that risks other people.

“Hang tight, Lincoln, I’m almost there” May says this with such a maternal tone. I love some Mama May. I also wish, again, we got more of the Lincoln and May dynamic.

I forgot Dr. Radcliffe referred to himself as The Doctor.

“You’re not the only one who cares”😭😭😭

“Phil, you’re not her father” “No. But she’s the closest thing I have to a daughter” BRB CRYING

I get they have to wait, but is now… when your best friend is currently mind controlled and you need an instant cure… the time to talk about your romantic relationship?

“We’ve done more questionable for our employer”

Enter Holden Radcliffe. Not one of my favorites but he is a little fun.

THE SHIELD!!!!

Again, NOTHING DAISY DID WHILE UNDER THE SWAY IS HER FAULT!! The amount of people that actually blame Daisy for choking Fitz against the wall and use it as an excuse for the bad things that happen to her is insane.

I will be the biggest Daisy advocate if I have to be.

Mack knows all. He knew about Fitzsimmons and he knew about Dousy.

I’m trying not to be over critical of Fitzsimmons but I can’t help it😅 Is now really the best time for sex??

Also, this is the moment Mack will be regretting when he gets stuck in the 1980s with their grandson.

3x19 Failed Experiments

Oh yeah. This is the Kree episode.

“If this was a competition then I would win” You tell him, Simmons😂

I forgot how disgusting and creepy Hive’s inhuman process is.

PIPER!!! PIPER PIPER PIPER. I LOVE HER!

Piper already has her sass😝

“If I need a gun, I’ll take one” “No, you’re taking this one”

“You’re being a lovesick fool trying to make a grand gesture” I agree with Simmons but she seems to be quiet when Fitz does the same.

Daisy’s teasing has very Skye vibes and i’m about to cry🥲

Mack just loves calling James a blowhard.

Love it when May gets to manipulate stupid people.

BEAT HIS ASS MAY!

“I’ve seen that writing before” I missed it, but was it the alien writing?? OR (though this came out before Captain Marvel) could Coulson remember when he first saw Kree on the 90s?

Alisha got sliced😳 Always forget that’s how she went out.

Ugh this Mack and Daisy scene😭😭

“What does that make us? Friends?” BROTHER AND SISTER DAISY. MACK IS THE BEST BIG BROTHER😭

Daisy and Mack (along with May) are really the mvps of the season.

The shouting “He’s coming! He’s coming”😂

The Worried Mom look May has😭

May’s look also is probably not only because she shot Daisy, someone she loves like her own kid, but also because she had to leave her in the hands of Hive, which of course has the face of the guy that had kidnapped, manipulated, and essentially abused Daisy.

This episode hurts

3x20 Emancipation

Sokovia Accords/Civil War mention. Also, this show is the reason why I am Team Cap.

Where exactly is the Playground. Like at least give me a state. We at least knew the Lighthouse is in upstate New York.

How many times does Daisy get her blood drawn in this show??

“Time for your feeding”

And this whole time May was working with Lincoln so that they could send Lash to save her.

“And eat something” still the Mama May

You can never really stop Daisy from hacking into systems.

“Electro Boy”

YOYO

Always love a little sassy Elena.

“You’ve had an index” “Which is how I know this won’t end well” THANK YOU COULSON

Fuck the watchdogs.

Daisy, you gotta be creepy with the hacking now??

Daisy🥺 I hate when she looks so weak.

They’ve all been losing their minds over Daisy as she seems to have a special connection with every single person there.

“Though this was a germ free zone” about Talbot.

This Mack and Elena scene🥺🥰

Also because I go to a christian university, I’m required to take religious classes and in one of them, we had to write a paper about echoes of the bible in media, and I chose these last 3 episodes of the season, and I actually quoted this Mackelena scene. I got an A on it.

Talbot’s dialogue is hilarious😂

May choosing to lie to Talbot for Daisy.

Ghost Rider tease🔥

The realization of using Daisy’s blood could potentially kill her.

May obviously knew it was Daisy because she is not that stupid to look straight at the camera and not notice anything else.

“Swaisy Daisy”

So Daisy can autopilot a quinjet but not actually fly? I mean I guess it makes sense.

I rewatched a convention panel recently and Henry said after getting electrocuted by Lincoln, Mack was supposed to get knocked out, and he said hell no because Mack has been knocked out all season😂

“Our children” NOPE NOPE NOPE EW GROSS GROSS

Seeing Lash would have made me shot myself.

“Excuse me for doing my job” YOU ARE APPRECIATED MACK

“Who international names these thing” Thinking the same thing Talbot😅

“Now, you’re free”😭😭😭😭😭😭

Rest in Peace Andrew. You were a great character.

YOU CAN CLEAR AS DAY SEE HER GUILT AS SHE DOESNT WANT TO LOOK AT ANYONE😭

“Nobody goes in there” Daisy is proved to be free of the sway. And everyone wonders why Daisy left. She was left alone to get through this. No one actually tried to help her. A little support and empathy could have kept her from leaving.

THE NECKLACE

UGH when watching this the first time, it had my mind racing even though I was spoiled on who died.

3x21 Absolution

“You always know how to survive” DAISY’S CHARACTER IN A NUTSHELL

It makes you think the quinjet was in space only for them to be under water WHICH IS STILL COOL.

They’re literally treating her like a criminal while forcing her to speak about things she most definitely has PTSD about. She was shown no comfort or support after being a victim of trauma.

Everywhere they go, there’s just barely enough land to land a quinjet.

What’s with using harsh tones with Daisy, Jemma? She’s giving you information you asked for.

I feel like Fitz was an aspiring actor at one point😅

“Everytime I see his face, I want to punch something” ME TOO MAY

WHY IS THE CODE SO LONG LOL

Of course with less than five seconds to spare.

“This isn’t about super speed, this is about your turtle speed” I LOVE YOU YOYO

“No one blames you” then why are you guys not comforting here? She’s probably only saying these things cause of how you all are treating her.

Also does shield just not have other therapists on hand after Andrew??

Gotta really hand it to Brett this episode when he’s having all the memories.

“Turtle man wishes for me to hurry”😂

THANK YOU MACK FOR AT LEAST SHOWING HER CONPASSION

This scene always hurt😭 The way Mack just holds Daisy.

Jemma, you tease.

Mack and Daisy is literally the best friendship in the whole show.

Not Hive quoting Skye.

Also Chloe said in a panel that the time difference between the end of this episode and next is actually 2 weeks.

Ugh i’m ready for pain next episode😭

3x22 Ascension

“Something pretty, not like the sky, like a flower”

The Daisy vs Hive fight is one of the most badass fights. it really showcases Daisy’s abilities with her powers and as a fighter.

At first, you’re like “NO MACK” but then you’re like “NO YOYO” again, painful episode.

“Electric Company”

This little horror esc scene with Jemma and the primatives.

How many times are the agents hiding for their lives in the base??

May always knows the right thing to say.

MAY WAS ABOUT TO TELL DAISY THAT SHE CARES ABOUT/LOVES DAISY VERY MUCH UGH. WHY WAS THAT TAKEN AWAY FROM US😭

At least Fitz and May started to care about Daisy’s physical health.

“This is as far as we got” That’s usually my mood with plans.

“What comes after Homeland?” “Just say shield!”

It’s not you, Daisy. It’s not you. You’re not gonna like who it is.

Ew. Did not want to see Hive’s true form. Gross.

“Help me Obi-Wan Kenobi. You’re my only hope”

Oh Coulson, you’re such a dork.

Daisy’s brief smile before everything goes to shit😭

Jemma and Fitz’s looks give the impression they knew he wasn’t going to make it.

This is how I feel about StaticQuake. Neither were ready for their relationship. They both had issues that needed work. They had their cute moments which made me love it before, but knowing what I do, it’s clear as day how their relationship wouldn’t have worked. Maybe in another universe, but not this one.

SHOTGUN AXE SHOTGUN AXE SHOTGUN AXE

THIS GROUP FIGHT SCENE AHHHH LOVE IT

^^Wish we had something similar in the series finale.

LINCOLN NO!

Also, is Elena at all upset about losing the necklace that once belonged to her grandmother?

CHLOE’S ACTING!!

UGH MY TEARS😭😭

This finale is probably one of the deepest endings.

BUT THE AGGRESSIVENESS OF THAT SIX MONTHS LATER CARD💀

It’s crazy how the last scene has such a season 4 vibe. I don’t know if that makes sense but it feels like a season 4 scene.

SEE. Daisy’s just helping inhumans and those with connections with inhumans.

Again, Daisy is so sweet with kids.

Also the goth look.

Daisy wanting to introduce Polly and Robin to Cal😭

And the introduction to AIDA, one of my favorite villains.

[sashi-ya]

HI OMG I ABSOLUTELY ADORE YOUR WRITING!!! i saw that u were taking requests and i was like “sheee b imma take the chance!” SO HERE I AM!! could i request some NSFW with ace and a fem!reader? maybe they could be pining for one another and they’re like really flirty with each other😳 i was thinking that the reader had bought a lot of new clothes and she’s trying it on for ace and asking him what she should wear n stuff; she also hypes herself up and makes comments about how her ass looks fat in said skirt or how her boobs curve perfectly and expose a good amount of cleavage in a certain blouse too😳😳 maybe the last straw is when the reader comes out in a two piece swimsuit that shows everything and it goes from there🥴 IM SO EXCITED TO SEE HOW YOU PULL THIS OFF ❤️❤️ THANK YOU

Hi baby!! Of course!! I give it a little twist to the idea so I hope you enjoy it! ♥ Thank u for your kind words!!! ♥ ~

NSFW ~ Portgas D. Ace x F! Reader ~ Mall Date 🔥

TW: NSFW. Best friends to lovers. Public fucking. Humping. Unprotected sex. Mutual flirting. Nipple play. Rough sex.

WC: 1.6K

AU: College AU.

Summer is just around the corner, classes are almost over and a trip to the beach is what you all want… Ace, your best friend is having lunch with his brothers, Sabo and Luffy. The sun rays filter from the big windows of the cafeteria and bathe the freckled man’s face. You run towards him and take your finger to your mouth to shush his brothers. “My looovely best frieeend” you shout, hugging him from behind and then planting a kiss on his cheek.

“I swear someday you are gonna kill me! But I love you bitch” he says, passing his arms up, hugging you and pressing you against his shoulders. “Bitch?” you protest. “I’m sorry… you sexybitch” he admits. “That’s better”.

You could have sat on another chair, but you prefer his lap instead. A situation Ace seems to be pretty happy with. “Guys, I’m gonna go to the mall to buy some clothes for the road trip, wanna come?” you ask all of them.

“I’m sorry, (Name). I have to go to a meeting with Koala for the Politics Club” says Sabo. Luffy, with a mouth full of sandwiches mumbles something similar to a “Torao wants to discuss something this afternoon”. “Oh... so, Ace and me then!” you say, pinching your best friend’s cheek. “At this point I don’t really know if I’m your best friend, your personal assistant or your boyfriend” he says, laughing.

“If you were my boyfriend, you would be eating all of this” you say, praising yourself and unwillingly humping over his lap. “(Name)…” he gasps, grabbing you by your waist so you could stop moving. You jump off his lap, bite a piece of his sandwich and walk away.

Before leaving the dining room, you turn around to -of course- discover Ace’s gaze over your body. “4 p.m. Your car?” you ask, smiling. “Y-yeah… 4pm then” he says at first a little shyly, but then gives you a side smirk. A sexy grin that lets your heart beating fast for the rest of the day.

4:01> Fire👊: I’m outside. 4:01> You: I’m going ♥

You jump into his Jeep, bending over his lap so you can kiss his cheek once again. But you slip and end up planting a kiss pretty near his mouth. You do it so close to the commissure of his lips it almost feels like you were trying to kiss him.

“Name, you were trying to kiss me huh? Am I so irresistible to you?” he jokes but brushes his loose shirt over his groin. “You wish” you lie. Of course you want to kiss him, who wouldn’t?

Ace hits the gas, and off you go. The hardtop is off so the wind blows through your hair, you love summer rides with his jeep. The warm breeze hits your blouse, and while you are standing up enjoying the ride, Ace gets your shirt down with his hand. “People will see your boobs, (Name)” he says.

You look down at him, smiling. The wind also plays with his front wavy black locks of hair, while the rest is up in a little ponytail. He is using some black sunglasses, and his tanned skin makes him the embodiment of perfection upon your eyes.

Finally, you arrive at the mall. After buying some bobba tea you head up to the stores. The mall isn’t crowded, and there are no more than a few people in each store. Ace and you enjoy yourself, laughing to who knows what until you find your favourite department store.

“Ace, let’s go. I’m gonna buy some clothes in here” you tell him, pulling from his wrist to go inside. He doesn’t really love to spend time shopping for clothes, but he certainly enjoys your company so he follows you willingly. You pick a lot of clothes and make him wait for you while you try on them.

He is sitting outside the dressing room, waiting for you to model several outfits. And that’s exactly what you do, maybe innocently, maybe not…

“What do you think about this one?” you ask him, while modelling a little black dress that perfectly shows each one of your curves. Ace’s eyes widens and sighs. “Perfection” he mumbles. You giggle, turn around and give yourself a little spank on your ass. “Awesome, thank you baby”.

Next one is an outfit composed of a black, leathery skirt and a blouse that could probably be banned in several places as it reveals way too much. You abruptly open the door and put your hands on your waist. “So? Should I buy this?” you ask, spinning around in your place. You look into the mirror; your ass looks stunning and you don’t hesitate to express such an amazing feeling. “Yes Sir, look at that ass!”. The reflection shows Ace opening and closing his mouth unable to say nothing. And you turn around, showing him your cleavage. “And look at this, OH EM GEE”. Your hands travel through the curve of your breasts praising them.

“You… you should buy this one too” Ace says, stumbling on his own words and crossing his legs. He puts your backpack over his groin as if he was trying to hide something. And oh girl, he was.

“Thank you, baby” you tell him, satisfied, and go back inside the dressing room one more time.

“Ok, you ready?” you ask from inside. “For what, (Name)?” Ace asks with a cracked voice. You know this is the final blow, he is gonna lit on fire when he sees you wearing that bikini. And there you go…

“Beach time!” you say opening the door and flashing your whole skin to him, only covered by three little cloth triangles that can only hide some of your most private parts.

Ace looks at you, completely dumbfounded for a second and then stands up. “That’s it, I’m fucking you right now” he says, and walks towards you. He pushes you inside and closes the door. “You are killing me. Do you want me to fuck you?” he asks, panting and grabbing you by your chin. You smile, devilishly, a lustful smirk and your eyes fixed on the bulge on his pants.

“I’d love to, best friend” you whisper. “Damn you” he says and kisses you so violently, invading your mouth, violating you. Ace turns you around, you are pinned against the several mirrors of the dressing room. His warm hand squeezes your butt cheek, “Sure you have an amazing ass”. He spanks it not once, but twice. He grunts in your ear as he rubs his hard member on your buttocks.

“You couldn’t stop teasing me, huh?” he says while untying the knots of the fine strings that holds the bikini on. “You ask me if you were that irresistible to me? you are. Now, fuck me” you almost order him.

“Sure I will, my pretty best friend”.

Your breasts are pressed against the cold mirror, making your nipples hard and erected. Ace has already taken his pants off, and he keeps dampening his hard erect member with the arousal juices that flood your cunt.

He bites your shoulder, while his free hand gets your face up. “Look at yourself while I’m fucking you” he says and without any warning he penetrates your entrance, violently. You moan, but he covers your mouth with his hand. “Shh baby girl, they are gonna hear us” he says, and actually Ace is right. You are fucking on a public store. But it is just so hard to be quiet, his hard thrusts pumping inside you make your legs weaker. You want to moan soundly; you want to scream his name…

Ace makes you bend over, he grabs your hair and pulling from it he gets the perfect grip so his hips can make wonders. He pumps inside you, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. He goes in and out, but also around. His free hand, squeezing your breast, pinching, and twisting your nipple.

“Do you know how many times I’ve wanted to fuck you like this, little bitch?” he says in between panting. You can’t say anything, you just simply can’t. If you dare to open your mouth probably a moan (or more than that) would escape.

“Every time you sit over my lap, humping, jumping… you were killing me” he says while speeding up the pace of the thrusts. “This is what you’ve been asking for, huh?” he says. And you just nod, looking at the reflection. A sexy representation of that well defined body, of that tanned skin, of those strong arms, of the man you wanted to fuck for so long.

“I’m cumming…” you mumble, with your head turned back as Ace keeps pulling from your hair. “Cum for me, little bitch, come on” he says as he fucks you rougher than before, even though you thought that wasn’t possible. And you cum, with trembling legs, biting the palm of Ace’s hand as he tries to keep you quiet. And he cums too, filling you well up, until you feel you are about to explode stretching your clenching walls.

Ace lets go of your hair, plants a sweet kiss on your back and helps you reincorporate as he slowly slides his dick out of your entrance. His creamy love juice drips from your womb into your inner thighs, you enjoy such delightful sensation, yet, wishing nothing stains the new clothes you haven’t even paid for yet.

“Let’s go, I want to keep fucking you at home” says your best friend, while kissing you so gently, so lovingly. You sigh, look up at him and bite your lip. You totally agree with the plan… ♥~

[harleybeaumont]

Love Me The Way I Am - Book 1

Chapter 5

Pairings: Maxwell x Harley (MC), more in future chapters

Book: TRR Book 2

Synopsis- After King Liam proposes to Madeleine, Harley and Maxwell grow closer while they attempt to uncover who’s behind her blackmail. Maxwell is hiding a medical condition he’s kept secret for most of his life. Due to his father constantly berating Maxwell during his youth, he believes no one will ever love him.. until Harley comes along and he dares to hope.

A/N- This somewhat follows along with the events in TRR Book 2. I have removed/added certain events to go along with my story! Harley Hughes is my character who is based loosely off of Riley. The other characters belong to PB.

Warnings- language, drinking, sensuality, some NSFW

18+ only

Word count- 1,736

Catch up here.

Harley spent the day with Bertrand reviewing the names of Kings and Queens and Countesses and Dukes and everything in between, all while fighting a major headache. After lunch she took a nap to sleep off her hangover and was feeling much better by dinner time. Maxwell made himself scarce so Bertrand wouldn't figure out that he was also hungover and put two and two together. 

Bertrand knocked on her door before dinner, “Lady Harley if you would please wear this gown tonight so that we may practice once more the proper dinner etiquette while wearing one's finest.”

“Bert I've done this every day for weeks! I know what I'm doing by now.” Harley leaned her head against the wall and rolled her eyes.

Bertrand put his fingers on his temples, “Harley, were getting down to the wire here. We leave for Countess Madeleine’s home tomorrow morning to start the engagement tour! There can be no mistakes once you are in front of the court. This will be your first appearance and no one even knows you are attending.”

Harley knew there was no point in arguing so she grabbed the dress from him. “Yup. Got it.”

After an exasperating dinner she packed her suitcases and texted Max:

‘Missed you at dinner. How you feelin?

Maxwell- ‘Better. But now I'm wide awake because I just took a 4 hour nap.. 😳 How about you?’

‘I'm good. Wanna hang out tonight? I'm too nervous to sleep anyway.’

Maxwell- ‘ya i'll be right there!’

Harley left her bedroom door open for Maxwell while she stood in front of her bathroom mirror, pulling her hair up into a ponytail. She started thinking of everything from the night before; her dancing against him, him really enjoying it, and them waking up next to each other in the morning. She wondered if he remembered everything. She felt her face get hot. 

Maxwell knocked before he came in and gave her a concerned look. “You ok Harley?” 

She must have looked as flustered as she felt. “Uh huh! Yep! Guess I am still feeling a little blah. So.. you remember everything that happened last night?”

Maxwell fidgeted with his fingers while he leaned against her door frame. Oh ya I remember. Play it cool. “Ya I think so! Dancing, drinks, more dancing, more drinks, truth or truth, and…movies right?”

Harley looked down at the floor. “So.. Do you remember how I ended up taking my clothes off and getting under the blankets?”

Maxwell chuckled and blushed, “Uh ya.. You said your dress was shrinking so you took it off. Then you passed out, so I tucked you in.”

“Oh my gosh, please tell me you're joking!” She covered her face with her hands. “Shrinking?! Ugh I'm sorry that I'm such a lush.. That's so embarrassing.”

Maxwell smiled and started to reach for her hand, but pulled back. “Don't worry about it.  What are.. BFF’s for?”

“Right.. BFF’s..” She looked away and nodded. “Thanks for tucking me in though. That's really sweet.” 

They stood in silence for a moment until Maxwell pushed out a breath and said, “wanna go for a walk?”

“Outside, at night?”

“Why not? Don't tell me Harley Quinn is scared! I'll be Batman and protect you.” He winked. “After all, that was my Halloween costume three years in a row.”

“You know Harley Quinn is in love with the Joker right?”

Maxwell smiled, “well that's probably more fitting for me anyway.”

She looked down and smiled shyly. Ya, it really is.

As they walked along the pathway around the dimly lit estate, Harley began to realize how much this place was starting to feel like home. She looked up at a sky full of stars that she never got to see back in New York. A warm breeze ruffled the trees and she closed her eyes and took a deep breath of the fresh air. She didn't know what she would do when they sent her back. She knew she couldn't stay forever, but maybe she could move to Cordonia. Get a job and a small apartment.

“See that small hill over there?” Maxwell pointed in the distance. “That's where me and Bertrand tried to pop a wheelie on his dirt bike and I fell off and broke my damn leg. I was 5 years old.” 

He smiled, “My mum used to take us out there for picnics before that, so at least I have some good memories there.”

“Well.. I'm glad the good memories outnumber the bad ones. She sounds like she was a really good mom.”

“The best.” He scuffed his shoes on the gravely path. 

It was obvious after a few minutes that he wasn't going to say any more, so she broke the silence.  “You know.. no matter how many stories I hear about Bertrand riding a dirt bike, I just can't get an image in my head!”

Maxwell chuckled, “I know. He didn't used to be so.. Bertrand-like.”

“What happened?”

Maxwell took a deep breath, “My father happened.”

She looked up at him cautiously. “Can I.. ask what that means?”

Maxwell stopped walking and turned to her. “Harley, let's just say that my dad wasn't a good man. I don't want to weigh you down with the details but…  he didn't treat us very well.”

Harley looked up at him. “Max, it seems like you have a lot of anger toward your dad.. I don't want to push you but.. Sometimes it does help to get it off your chest. But I totally understand if you don’t wanna tell me.” She hoped she hadn't overstepped.

“Wow.” He said. “I don't think anyone has ever said that to me before. Except maybe my therapist.”

Harley looked worried.

“That last bit.. was a joke.” He shook his head, “Sorry.. I'm sorry. I don't have a therapist, but that's not something to joke about. I don't know why I said it. I'm just not used to someone wanting me to be serious, I guess.”

She grabbed his hand and smiled. “It's ok. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. Let's just keep walking.”

She held his hand for a minute as they made their way to the peacock pen. 

“There are my babies!” Maxwell said in a singsong voice as he approached the gate.

“You're so funny. Why not a dog, or cat, or something normal for a pet?”

“Harley, you should know by now that Maxwell Beaumont is not normal.” 

“That's for sure!” She bumped his shoulder with hers.

“Wanna pet them?” He unlocked the gate and Harley stepped back.

“I don't know.. They're kind of scary. Their ‘talons’ or whatever they're called are so sharp, what if they scratch me?! Or what if they peck me!?”

Maxwell laughed, “Harley Quinn, the Joker is here to protect you from the evil peacocks.”

She smiled, “Fine. Just.. go in front of me.”

Maxwell walked into the large pen and she followed cautiously behind. 

“They sleep on top of their little house or the tree branches at night. They never sleep on the ground.”

“Are they going to be pissed that we're bothering them while they're supposed to be sleeping?” Harley whispered.

“Nah, they love their daddy.”

Just then, one of the peacocks jumped down next to Harley and let out a shriek so loud it echoed throughout the grounds.

“Holy fucking shit!” Harley ran out of there as fast as she could, but tripped on the gate on the way out and landed in the grass.

Harley looked back for Maxwell but she couldn't see him. She stood up and dusted herself off, “Ugh, demon birds!”  She peeked back into the pen and found Max sitting on the ground, laughing so hard he couldn't stand up.

“Oh my god, what the fuck is wrong with that thing?!” 

“Oh god Harley… I can't breathe!” He had tears running down his face. “Have you never heard them make that sound before?”

“Only from far away!! These things are the worst! You knew they would do that didn’t you!?”

Maxwell tried to stop laughing and catch his breath as he stood up, “Well..I figured this guy in particular would. It's mating season and he's looking for love!”

He walked out of the pen and hugged her. “I'm sorry I didn't protect you from the scary peacock mating call. Did you get hurt?”

Harley laughed, “No.. just humiliated.”

“Ah it's fine. He's just always horny; that's why I named him Fuckface. And the first time I heard him scream, I literally peed my pants. Thankfully nobody else knows about that.”

Harley took out her phone and danced away from him, “Nobody else knows about it yet. I'm gonna send Drake a quick text-” 

Maxwell snatched her phone away and held it in the air. “Do it and I'll throw it back in the pen with your best friend over there.”

She jumped on his back and tried to grab it from him, but her efforts were futile; he was at least a foot taller than her. “You wouldn't dare!”

They playfully fought over the phone for a minute, but Harley tripped and started to fall over. Maxwell tried to catch her, but when he started falling too, he spun around so she would land on top of him. 

“Oof! Did I squish you?”

“Of course not!” 

She looked at him and chuckled in embarrassment. “Sorry, I'm such a klutz.” 

Maxwell stopped laughing and looked up into her eyes with a longing expression she had never seen before. He tenderly tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

Time stood still. Harley was acutely aware of his muscular body underneath her. She could feel his heart racing against her own. She felt the warmth from his hand against her lower back. Harley swallowed hard, Oh my god is this really happening? Her heart fluttered and she leaned in.

Just then there was another loud scream from inside the peacock pen and they broke apart, looking at each other sheepishly. Maxwell helped her up and said, “Uh, I guess we should get some sleep. Gotta get up early in the morning..”

“Right. “ Harley dusted herself off, too embarrassed to look at Max. 

They walked back to the manor in silence. Harley looked back at the peacock pen and narrowed her eyes as she flipped them off. Damn you, Fuckface! 

[eulaties]

how i view each a:tla character

hoo boy this is a long one

sokka:

- highkey smartest guy on team avatar

- but with aang they're like the equivalent of the my two braincells meme

- boomerang, ponytail, and space sword guy

- comes up with the best nicknames and jokes

- best friends with aang

- his sexism literally saved the world

- but dw he drinks gallons of respect women juice a day now

- has the baddest gf suki who could kick his ass at any given moment

- wanted momo for a week (why??)

- sokka walked so eboys could run

- roasts zuko constantly

- officially known as mr wang fire

toph:

- baddest bitch don't mess with her

- small but will not hesitate to kill you

- I AM MELON LORD

- I emit a super sonic wave from my mouth in order to see

- AHHHHHHHHHHHH

- let toph say fuck

- secretly misses her parents

- her way of showing affection is beating you up

- "do you think friendships can transcend lifetimes?"

- literally so badass she invented a new form of bending

- the greatest earthbender alive

zuko:

- zuko, you're gonna get a kick out of this... YOUR HONOR WAS IN MY SLEEVE THIS WHOLE TIME

- undergoes the best character redemption arc of all time change my mind

- his scar is on the wrong side

- WHY AM I SO BAD AT BEING GOOD

- lowkey emo

- "im never happy"

- hes always happy around his goth gf mai tho

- got his life ruined by ozai, fuck him

- uncle iroh is now his dad, ozai who?

- bad at making jokes but he tries his best

- once his anger got stripped away he just became a socially awkward person

- awkward legend

- hello, z u k o here

- gets accepted into the gaang™ and gets a new family :)

- his friendship with aang is everything

- pretends to be annoyed by aang but secretly treasures their friendship

aang:

- powerful af and can literally take your bending away

- but honestly hed rather everyone be happy

- epitome of a cinnamon roll

- he deserves the world

- mentally strong af as well, i mean he had to cope with a GENOCIDE in the third episode

- "some friendships are so strong they can transcend lifetimes"

- unashamedly so in LOVE with katara

- gushes about her all the time

- peppy

- in touch with his ~feminine~ side

- his smiles and laughs are contagious

- so freaking friendly its impossible to hate him, i mean how could you

- hes so friendly he seems like hes flirting but hes not, thats just how he is

- has the best eyebrows

- friends with everyone

- showers appa and momo with the affection they deserve

- best friends with sokka

katara:

- the mom friend™

- absolutely WHIPPED for aang god she loves him so much

- everyone looks up to her. literally was the only thing keeping the group together at some points

- has a big af temper tho

- will cut a bitch

- when shes pissed off shes pissed OFF

- dont fucking hurt the people she loves or she will COME for you

- her power crawl is everything

- can literally bloodbend or heal you, your choice

- denies any relation to sokka whenever hes being stupid

- her outfit in the fire nation SLAPPED

- regularly schedules sleepovers with suki and toph (although she has to drag toph to the sleepover)

- what if we kissed? 😳 in the cave of oma and shu 👉👈 haha jk jk... unless

suki:

- sexism is no more

- takes down sokka's sexist ass easily

- strong af dont underestimate her

- sweetest gf tho

- loved the atrocious sand sculpture sokka made of her

- kidnapped a prison warden all by herself

- honestly underrated

- appa likes her

- singlehandedly saved sokkas and tophs lives

- in kyoshi we stan

iroh:

- the wisest character ever

- guides zuko into the right direction

- "i was just worried that you lost your way"

- zuko and irohs reunion made me SOB

- makes the best tea and owns a successful business, the jasmine dragon

- LEAVES FROM THE VINE FALLJNG SO SLOWLY

- IM NOT CRYING YOURE CRYING

- r.i.p mako 💔

ursa:

- went to get some milk 9 years ago and never came back

azula:

- the prodigy kid that all parents compare you to

- got groomed by ozai from an early age

- favorite child

- loves power and intimidating others

- top of the food chain

- can absolutely BREAK you with a snap of her fingers

- badass but not in a good way

- dont play beach volleyball with her she'll absolutely destroy your career

- wow, your outfit is so... sharp. careful, it could puncture the hull of an empire ship and leave hundreds of soldiers to drown at sea! because... its so sharp.

- mental health slipping after she gets betrayed by her two best friends

- got that quarantine bangs haircut

- honestly the last agni kai was really sad

- just wanted to be loved by ursa

- certified insane

ozai:

- ruined zuko's and azula's life

- career literally got ended by aang

- nothing else to say fuck this guy

ty lee:

- an absolute ray of sunshine

- her aura has never been pinker

- got the happy ending she deserved with the kyoshi warriors

mai:

- deadpan snark

- goth

- will cut a bitch from afar with her throwing knives

- you miscalculated

- I LOVE ZUKO MORE THAN I FEAR YOU