#so I think that’d apply to the girls too

[captainfern]

AHHHHHH I CANNOT STOP THINKING ABOUT HOW WELL PRICE WOULD EAT YOU OUT?? LIKE AFTER A ROUGH DAY OF WORK ALL HE WANTS IS TO RELAX BETWEEN YOUR THIGHS :(

i’m surprised that man’s beard hasn’t bleached yet cause he’s a dedicated munch

18+, afab!anatomy (no gendered pronouns for reader but she/her for your pussy LMAO price talks to your 😺 fyi)

no because price is a man who takes great pleasure in eating you out

like of course he does it for your pleasure too, but he loves nothing more than burying his face between your thighs, slotting his face against the heat of your cunt, and going fucking crazy

his large hands would grip your thighs and press them tightly around his head, essentially caging himself between your legs. he’d grip and knead at the flesh of your thighs, pulling and pushing and squeezing to his hearts content

price would lick up and down the seam of your cunt, splitting you open on the point of his tongue as the warm muscle dragged through your folds. then, his tongue would reach your clit and press flat against it, applying warm, wet pressure that’d have your thighs trembling around his head

he’d kiss your puffy clit, so polite and gentle, before sliding his face down to shove his tongue into the weeping hole of your cunt, his nose nudging up against your clit again and again as he used the leverage he had on your thighs to rock your wet pussy against his face

and he’d moan and moan. usually during sex, he’d grunt and groan and whisper absolute filth into your ear. but when he was blowing off some steam with his tongue licking in and out of you, he moaned

the vibrato of it would make you mewl and squirm, but his mouth would be unrelenting. while thrusting the solid muscle of his tongue in and out of you, he’d shift his hips against the mattress— rocking his hard, leaking cock against the duvet

the taste and smell of you, coupled with the breathy moans leaving your mouth, would have him throbbing, tip flushed red and drooling precum. he’d come if he wasn’t careful

sometimes, price would speak into your pussy as well. he was usually quite vocal when he fucked you, but when he was tongue-deep in the warmth of your core? he couldn’t help but coo at it. at her

“my pretty girl, s’always so wet f’me—” price would mumble into your slicken heat, and it would make you shiver at the fact he wasn’t talking explicitly to you. he’d moan praise at your pussy, depending on how close he was to coming across the fucking mattress. “such a good pussy. such a good girl— n’ she tastes fuckin’ divine…”

ok but he WILL come if you take advantage of his distraction and pull on his hair and shove his face back into your cunt. he’s just a little whore like that and we love it <3

[sturniolosass]

Date Night -

Chris Sturniolo x Fem!Reader

Angst, ends in Fluff

Warnings: Swearing, fatphobia?, arguing, yelling, crying, kissing, anger?, another girl…bi-reader

Summary: Chris was never the type to be ready for a “first date” but when y/n asks him out, he can’t help but feel anxious about saying yes.

Chris was seated on his cream couch in the living room of the boys home when y/n decides to text him.

Y/N

Hey Chris wyd

Nothing much just watching Tv chilling thinking ab running some games of fort…wassup

Oh nothing, I just saw the new Wednesday video you just released.. I was thinking it’d be funny for you to let me take your “first date virginity”..

lmaoo that’d be weird tho right? I mean you are one of my closest friends idk if we should hang out that intimately..

I mean it’d only be weird if we make it..I feel like this would be just a chill day and maybe I could give you some pointers on how you should treat a girl on your true first date…

I mean that’s true.. I guess it wouldn’t hurt..

Chris POV

Texting y/n about this date idea she has, has really struck some anxiety in me.. You see I like y/n a lot but I've been speaking to this new girl named Sade, she's gorgeous and sweet.. she sings, gets along with all my friends and don't get me wrong y/n does most of those things too.. but I've been waiting around so long for her to realize how I've felt about her.. she's had two boyfriends, one or two talking stages, and one girlfriend.. all in the four year span of us knowing eachother, two of which I was completely in love with her..

I was thinking of bringing Sade to half of our date around the ending just to make it clear to y/n that she knows this is exactly what is planned to be, I can't keep waiting around for her to come around to me, my life has to keep moving. I was never the one to out and tell her how I've felt but Nick and Matt tell me that they've both informed her of my feelings years ago...

As I get ready I make sure to text Sade asking her to join us later in the night to hang out.. however I'm not sure where we'll be hanging at so ill wait to give her to major details..

Heading out I call Laura to ask her to send a driver for the day because even though this isn't the real date I still want it to go how I planned it in my head...

Once the driver arrives I spray two squirts of cologne on my wrist and dab then against my neck heading out in my Betty boop Vintage Hollywood Tee, my black distressed jeans, and white air forces getting in the car and heading out on the way to y/n’s house

Your POV

As I’m getting ready to go applying lipgloss and my forces I receive a message from Chris saying He’s on his way.. which confused me a little because i swore that man couldn’t drive and that i’d have to pick him up from his house.. regardless i tie my shoes up and head out down the stairs..

For today i planned to head out to a Top Golf and after have some ice cream then later in the night stop at a park and just walk and talk and finally tell Chris my feelings for him.. Yea it’s been a while I’ve been feeling this way for Chris, maybe a month or two.. and remembering back in maybe 2021 when Nick told me Chris was “in love with me” and i was with Braden, I have no doubt this will go my way..

Chris texts me that he’s outside, i hop up from the couch and run out the door.

“hey” i say sliding in the seat next to him in the all black escalade with blacked out windows “oh hey” he smiles. “chauffeur” i nod insinuating the driver “yea, you know you’re special” he smirks smugly. “yea right” i roll my eyes laughing. “we are we going” he notices we’re still sitting in my drive way.. “oh 3756 cherry street” i tell the driver the address to top golf.. Chris automatically notices the address “Top Golf?!” he shouts excitedly “haha yeah! is that a good idea?” i ask hoping he likes the idea. “give me aux.” i say “ask the driver” he replies.. I get the aux from the driver and play a couple songs..

Once we arrive we walk in play a couple games until we tire eachother out. Sitting down to grab something to eat we start chatting.

“Yo! let me ask you a couple questions and see if you can answer them good enough.” i ask he looks at me weirdly “ok.. but i wanna let you know to help me if i answer then badly.. i have a date lined up after this practice” he laughed.. Me not know if he’s sure or not i begin to ask the questions “if you were friends with a girl and you had a girlfriend then the friend/girl posts pics in a bikini, would you like them?” i ask look at him suspiciously.. “Well it depen-“ he starts “ANNNNTTT” i say making the sound of a buzzer to signify he got the answer wrong.. “what do you mean?? i barely got to answer” he argues. “you shouldn’t like it regardless!!” i argue.. “well, that’s just crazy but i understand..” he nods in approval. “ok next one.” just as i start to ask he states “ oh by the way, Sade is gonna join us later.. where should i tell her to join us at?” he asks looking down at his phone as if he was reading a text message “oh what do you mean i thought i was teaching you some stuff today..?” i ask confused.. “i mean yeah but by the end of the night i kinda wanted to see if the things you taught me worked.. ya know like see if my jitters go away a little” he says nonchalantly.. i just look down, “oh” i say.. “hey how about we just head out to grab ice cream and then she could just join us at the park later” i ask.. “ok bet, ill let her know our plans” he nods.

Hearing Chris even mention another girl made my stomach feel as queasy as it would after eating a whole chipotle burrito in one sitting.. So we head out.. Getting in the car i see Chris Texting on his phone again.. assuming it’s Sade i grab his phone putting it behind my back “come on vibe with me it’s fucking skies” i shout over the bass. “come on just give me my phone back y/n” he stares blankly.. “no you’re stuck in it” i speak. “just give me my shit come on” he raises his voice a little. “na na na boo boo you can’t get it” i joke. “DUDE STOP PLAYING ALL THE TIME JUST GIVE ME MY SHIT” Chris shouts startling me.. i just hand him the phone and turn to look out the window..

It was so obvious i had an attitude but I’m sure Chris wouldn’t tell over the messages between him and Sade he was smiling at.. It hurt me how he was just so fine with being this way towards me when i’ve never once in my life raised my voice at him yet alone completely screamed in his face… however i assume that’s how someone you like a lot can make you feel..

Once we arrive at the Ice cream parlor I get a cone with cookies and cream in which Chris gets the same but in a cup with extra cookies, i look at him smiling “twins” i joke.. he just nods smiling before pulling his phone out his pocket “hey! is it cool if Sade joins us now? she’s around the corner at the Thrift shop and it’d just make sense” he asks.. clearly annoyed i say “sure, i mean that wasn’t the plan at all but what the fuck ever” i speak rolling my eyes.. “what’s is your problem..?” he asks offended by my response.. “like you’ve been acting weird since we left Top Golf and it’s annoying, if you’re just gone be an asshole you can just go home cause you’re definitely killing my mood” he adds.. “Chris what the fuck are you on about? I’ve been nothing but sweet while you just sit on your phone the whole day, the last conversation we had was at Top Golf dude since then you’ve just been on your phone..that’s what’s annoying” i respond.. “whatever i’m just trying to respond fast enough is that not what girls like?” he raises his voice “Sure Chris but am i not a girl sitting in fucking front of you??” i shout back.. he just rolls his eyes

Sade then walks up.. she’s very pretty, Brunette hair, tattoos, brown eyes.. she’s honestly everything like me which is odd.. because Chris makes it seem like i’m nothing his type and just one of the “bros”..

As the Night goes on they continue chatting and i’m just there as a third wheel.. the only time me and Chris are alone is when Sade gets in her car to drive to the park because we still have the driver in the escalade, “hey Chris, i’m just gone gonna go home, i’m not really enjoying myself anymore” i speak.. he looks at me then back to his phone, then back at me “hey look.. i’m not gonna lie, i treated you like shit today and..I’m sorry, but i really need you for this part.. seriously, i’m gonna ask Sade to be my girlfriend and i’m not sure i can do this without you” he looks up at me with pleadful eyes.. “huuuugh fine” you sigh out knowing helping him with this is gonna tear you apart…

Once arriving at the park you, Chris, and Sade walk around the park chatting for a while until you get bored of their constant flirting and decide to lag behind the two.. Hearing a fly near your ear you swat it away only to realize it’s a moth totally terrified you start to jump around stepping on the back of Sade’s shoe to which she speak “Ouch! What the fuck is your problem! that fucking hurt asshole” she yells at you.. which catches chris off guard “woah calm down im sure it was a mistake, there was a bug or something” He speaks. “girl i didn’t do it on purpose, calm the hell down” i say back. “yeah sure you didn’t, you almost broke my fucking ankle fat ass” she yells! “woah what the fuck chill out Sade” Chris yells. “In what world would you ever think that��s funny or whatever the fuck you thought saying that dumb shit” Chris spoke annoyed.. I just walked away knowing if i were to stay there I’d be in a fight..

Once i get a block or two away i hear my name being shouted “y/n! y/n!” i looke back and it’s Chris. Annoyed i continue walking…. “Y/n come on!” Chris yells getting closer.. i slowly stop…

“Chris what the hell do you want? you and that girl have been nothing but rude to me all day… i’m sure you’ve even been laughing at her little jokes she’s had to say about me” i speak… “what? no! i told her to go home.. i didn’t even know she acted that way..i wouldn’t in a million years have even thought about being with her if i knew she spoke like that about you or any of my friends for that matter” He adds.. “Chris can you just let me go home.. i came out today hoping to end up telling you how i feel thinking you’d feel the same but hearing you’ve developed these feelings for someone else has done nothing but broke me over the last couple of hours” I start to tear up.. “What? what are you talking about?” he asks, “Chris, i like you.. like a lot, maybe even love you.. and thinking about our past and how we’re practically the same person, enjoy the same things, same music, same games, same fashion sense, etc. i thought you’d feel the same.. shit apparently even Nick and Matt thought the same thing but they were wrong. I’m fine if you don’t feel the same way but all i ask for is time apart from you, we spend almost every other day together and i can’t take doing that with you knowing you feel the way i feel for you, for another women.” i confess… “wait y/n, i never knew you felt this way…i’ve been in love with you for 3 years now” he drops to his knees in a sort of begging way “you crying because you think i don’t feel the same would have to be one of the most crazy things ive seen all week” he adds… “all ive ever wanted to do was be with you, you’re my rock, my entire world, being without you for more than a week would cause me too much pain to even live with” he confessed… i just smile looking down at him awkwardly. Pulling him up from the ground i ask “so where do we go from here?” looking into his blue orbs.. “i mean we can try again on that date” he smiled hating to have just said that in such a corny way.. “ haha i'd like that. but you’ve gotta promise that they’ll be no extra girls.” i reply.. “i promise” he obliged.. looking down at me in the middle of the sidewalk..

I kiss him.. and it feel like the most soul shocking thing i’ve ever experienced… considering ive never been in love before after dating 3 men.. i can guarantee that this is what love feels like.. we both pull away and he looks down shyly “that was so corny” he jokes “haha kissing under the moonlight, headahh” i joke back. We both cry laughing as we walk back to the Car… Where surprisingly the driver is still sitting…

The end :)

[soap-ify]

single!dad price thoughts are invading my head tonight so i'm just thinking about reader being the new neighbour of price and his sweet little daughter after just having gotten rid of your awful previous life.

notes price is a little sick in the head in the end but i love myself a man a little bit insane.

you had just moved into a new town after your boyfriend — more like ex — had kicked you out of the apartment you both lived in after an argument he started and escalated to the point of no return.

he was a toxic weirdo anyways.

you had picked out a nice small apartment in the nearby town with the little money you had, and even applied for a job in the local supermarket. it was time to start a new life.

the first few days were just exhausting as you tried to manage this new job of yours and properly set your apartment up, calculating the future expenses and everything else. just too much work. plus it was too easy to get lost in a new town too.

though your neighbour was the sweetest man you had met. tall and rugged, yet having this sense of gentleness adorning his features constantly whenever your eyes would meet his, making your heart literally melt.

he had a little daughter too, definitely not older than five. her name was beth and she was the sweetest girl you had ever met, always coming to greet you whenever her father and her would spot you across the street, always urging you to walk with them, rambling everything about some silly stuff she liked. these types of interactions always seemed to happen, making you feel more and more connected to this little family, even making you feel as if you were a part of them.

john was always there to help you. got a leaking pipe somewhere in your bathroom? expect it to be fixed soon. ran out of vegetables? he was just about to go to the grocery store too! he’ll give you company.

he somehow always knew that something was going to go wrong in your apartment or literally anything else. he was observant, those blue eyes of his always taking note of each move of yours, reading you like an open book.

a part of you wished that he actually took fancy of you. he was just so different from all the other men in your life — he actually listened.

soon came a night where your heater just ran out, on a very cold night too. you were trying to get as much warmth as you could get from your blanket and even tried to make some hot chocolate, but nothing seemed to calm your shivering body down.

too overwhelmed and cold, you sheepishly made your way to your neighbour’s apartment door after wearing the warmest sweater you owned, feeling awful for disturbing john at this hour, frustrated tears stinging your eyes.

john was quick to open the door once you knocked on it, surprised to see you at this late hour. his other hand held a glass filled with scotch while he was dressed lazily in a pair of sweatpants and a nice sweater, fully warmed up. he looked so cozy.

“h-heater broke and it’s too cold in my apartment… i don’t know what to do.” you managed to mumble out through your chattering teeth, your arms hugging yourself.

poor little thing. john’s eyes looked up and down your dishevelled form, a concerned frown soon making its way on his face. he should just go and fix your heater for you, but that’d take too long, right?

“no worries, love. why don’t you spend the night here? beth and i were just having a late night christmas movies marathon.” he cracked his signature smile, making you feel oddly warm all over again, eyes looking up at him with utmost gratitude and even some traces of fondness.

he guided you inside, showing you the way to the kitchen where beth was sitting, having jumped excitedly and rushed over to hug you tight with her little arms once she saw you. "hello!" she happily chirped, making you smile.

after john had given you some blankets, you sank down onto the couch next to him with beth in between you both, a relaxing feeling settling deep within you as your eyes looked over at the movie playing on the telly.

john’s eyes watched you throughout the movie, multiple ideas swarming inside his head. maybe he should secretly mess up your heater one day so you can come more and more to spend the nights here.

maybe he can somehow convince you to start living with them forever. after all, nobody had ever made him feel like this except you before, made him feel so obsessed.

[givemeasinglekidney]

Jealousy, jealousy | Oikawa T.

Hurt/comfort

Warnings: swearing

Synopsis: you become Seijoh’s manager after not being able to get into other clubs. After a while you start getting backlash by the milk bread lover’s fans.

Well that was no use.

Every club you had tried for either rejected you or was too cramped. So what now?

You walked around school during lunch. You didn't have many friends, yet the ones you did just so happened to be busy right now. As you were walking, you passed the gyms, more specifically the volleyball gyms. You applied for the female volleyball club but you turned in your application just a tad too late. As you passed the gym, you heard a voice.

“Damn, every one of them?” The first voice said. It was followed by another.

“Yeah. Kinda sucks man.” He replied.

“Man! Why does he have to make it so hard to find a genuine manager?”

“Unfortunately, he’s our captain. Also happens to be our best friend, Makki.”

“You’re right on that unfortunate part.”

You contemplated. Boys Volleyball manager? Doesn’t have a bad ring to it. It sounded hard to get in, but every other club had failed, so why not.

You walked into the teacher’s work room and located their coach, Irihata. You already knew of him from the volleyball team being so famous in the region.

“Uhm, excuse me.” You asked, “Where can I apply for the Boy’s Volleyball manager position?” He looked at you, slightly annoyed after what you said.

He crossed his arms, “Listen, we’re not really looking for any managers currently. We know you really like our setter but our manager needs to be serious in what they’re doing.”

You lifted your eyebrow in confusion, “Your setter being…”

He stopped for a second before answering you, “... Oikawa Toru…”

You paused to collect your thoughts, then it hit you, “Oh! Him! You mean that one guy who injured his knee a bit ago! Yeah I know of him. Never talked to him, but he seems to always have girls' company. I mean good for them, they know their type, but I’m good.”

He kind of stared at you, “Ah… well… I guess it wouldn’t hurt to let you apply. Can I ask if you have any experience with volleyball?” He questioned before reaching into his desk to grab you an application.

“Yes I do!” You said, “I’ve played for all 3 years of junior high. I tried applying for tryouts for the female team but I turned it in too late.” He handed you the application and you bid your goodbyes as lunch would be over soon.

It was the next day and as you got to school you strolled to the gym as the boys had morning practice. There weren’t any girls there since it was super early and you just wanted to turn your application in asap. As you opened the door, you caught sight of all the boys, focused on their playing. You heard a voice call out to you.”

“Ah, I was wondering when you’d show up!” You turned to the direction of the coach. “Got that application filled out?”

“You know I do!” You walked over to him. He looked at the papers you handed him.

“(L/N) (Y/N), hm.” He read your name. He continued to scan your paper, nodding his head every once and a while. “Well, I'd say you’d be a great fit. If you really do want to join, you’re welcome!”

“Really? That’d be great! When could I start?” You questioned. You were kind of excited. You finally got accepted. And for it being your final year in highschool, you were hoping it would work out.

“Well, I don’t see why you can’t start now.” He stated. He then raised his voice in the direction of the players. “Hey boys! Gather around!”

The boys stopped what they were doing and came crowding around. Their eyes tended to land on you, which caused a couple whispers here and there.

“This is (Y/N) (L/N). She’s now going to be your new manager.” He announced.

You took this as your sign to introduce yourself. “Yo.”

There were a couple murmurs of disbelief, and then one guy crying what you think were happy tears about it, until one guy started talking.

“Ah, are you sure you’re not one of my lovely fans who made her way to this spot?”

“No, not in a million years.” You shot back with no hesitation after looking him up and down. False tears ran down his eyes as his friends laughed.

“PFFFT- HA! Get rejected!” A boy with pinkish hair giggled out, His friend laughing right next to him.

Suddenly, there was a slight commotion at the gym doors. You went to inspect it when you got called out to.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, it’s a mob out there.” A muscular guy said.

You contemplated, but finally moved your feet towards the door. As you opened it, you were met with many confused eyes.

“Uh, who are you?” One girl asks.

“(L/N), the team's manager. Who are you?” You replied nonchalantly. You were met with eyes of disbelief and jealousy. Then, all of the sudden, it was like a light bulb went off in all their heads.

“Hey, (L/N), you're in my Calc! You can let me in right!”

“Hey, You're so pretty. Let’s talk!”

“We sat together last year! We’re friends, let me in!”

You stared at them with a look of disdain. Then, you got an idea.

“What’s the password?”

They all paused.

“...What…”

“Wrong!” You interrupted.

“What password?”

“Incorrect!”

“Listen here you little-”

“Wrong again!” You cut her off. “Man you guys are really bad at this. Oh well, no Oikawa for you. Good day.” And you slammed the door shut.

You turned around to see the team, half in awe and the other half laughing their asses off.

“Oh my god…” One with short, messy black hair said between halfs, “This is great!”

Time skip -

It’s been 6 months since then and you’d become best friends with the 4 other third years. They saw you like their sister, like they’ve known you since forever. Well, most of them.

“(L/N), can you tell Mattsun he’s being an idiot!” A pink haired male shouts. It was lunch and the two were arguing over what color science was.

“Am no! It’s 100% blue!” He shouts back.

“Is not! It’s definitely yellow!” His best friend argues.

“I think you’re both being idiots.” You said with a straight face, “Also, it’s green dumbasses.”

They went back to quarreling as you took a bite out of your rice. Iwaizumi and Oikawa sat to your right as the two others sat to your left.

“Why do you fuel their stupid questions?” Asks the half filipino.

“It’s funny watching them fight over stupid shit. It fuels my entertainment.” You answered. You found it easy to stir the pot with the two.

“Yeah, but they’ve been talking about it for 10 minutes now…” The setter added.

“Okay, watch this.” You turned your head to Makki and Mattsun, “Centaurs have six legs, therefore are insects. Discuss.” The two began to discuss.

“Oh my god-” The setter looked in disbelief and amusement.

“Ima be right back, gonna grab a drink.” You stood up.

“Get me something!” The brunet said.

“Nope, get it yourself ya broke bitch.” You replied and walked off.

You turned the corner to the vending machine. You put your coins in and selected your choice of drink. As you knead down to grab it, a hand comes and takes it before you reach it. You look up to see a girl meet your stare.

“Well if it isn’t the little whore.” She speaks with venom.

This was the part you hated about being their manager, and it wasn’t even the boys fault, it was the girls. You have female friends, so you know it's not all girls, but there are some who are way too attached to the main setter.

“You’re one to talk.” You spit back.

You never told anyone about how these girls would treat you. You didn’t want to cause more commotion or possibly lose your position to problems being caused.

“Everyone knows you're just a manager to be close to the 3rd year. Especially Oikawa. You’re no different than the rest of us. The only difference is you’re actually hoeing around with them. It’d break their hearts to know you’re just using them” She stated. She acted like she knew all your business.

“Really? Cause it sounds to me like you're projecting what you’d do.” You replied. “And I’m not doing any of that. It’s so obvious we’re all just friends.”

Just friends. That’s all you were. Unfortunately, there is a false statement you made. After you thought it would never happen, you managed to gain a bit, just a tiny little bit of feelings for none other than Oikawa. It’s not like you wanted to, in fact that was your exact opposite intention, but that was your result.

“Yeah, sure. Whatever you tell yourself.” She looked at you with disgust. “You know, they probably feel bad for you. You had nowhere to go so they had no other choice. I mean, who’d want to hang out with an ugly nobody? Look at yourself. They’re just being nice. When the time comes, they’ll drop you within seconds. You’re helpless without them.” She took a sip of what was supposed to be your drink. What a bitch.

She walked off leaving you standing there. You didn't want to admit it, but sometimes people like her really get to you. You never showed it, but they did affect you. And you know what they say about just ignoring it? Yeah, pure bullshit. It never works. They’re no longer looking for a reaction, but a punching bag. Someone who will take their punches and not give anything back, coming back the next day to repeat the cycle.

You walked back to the group, no drink in hand.

“Hey, where's your drink?” Mattsun asked, his quarrel with Makki being finished with no answer since they ended up spiraling off topic, somehow getting to how Baby’sRus is a misleading name.

“Oh, they were out of what I wanted lol.” You told them. You lied to them about a lot of things. You felt bad, but it was always due to the treatment you received from the ever so glorious fan base.

Lunch soon ended and so did the day.

You were making your way to the boys gym when you had a thought.

‘Were they just being nice?’ You questioned. ‘No, they wouldn’t, I’m mean to them sometimes anyway. Mean. Maybe I take it too far sometimes. Maybe they are just being nice. They did want a manager, so this is their way of not complaining.’

You tended to overthink, but recently it’s developed worse than it’s usually been. Like a million thoughts running through your head yet you still can't figure out where the music is coming from and why it’s only playing the same 4 lines over and over again.

You saw the doors to the gym… and turned around. You headed home. They didn’t need you. Nobody did. Maybe they’re all right. You’re useless. Unworthy. Ugly. Words hurt like any other injury, but it’s something painkillers couldn't stop.

You walked the sidewalk alone for the first time since you joined their practice. It was quiet. You were going to miss the chaotic chats with them walking to eachothers house. Makki, Mattsun, Iwa, then finally, yours. Oikawa insisted that they’d go to your house first cause he ‘didnt want their precious manager being in danger’ which was sweet of him, but also kind of dumb since his house was closer to Iwa’s than yours. Over the course of the 5-ish minute walk to your house, the two of you had bonded nicely. Too bad you didn’t plan on going back. As much as you loved them, loved him, you worried it was all lies. Their words got to your head and they stung. Then they stayed, but you got used to the sensation.

You made it to your room and looked at your phone to find missed texts from the team. You picked Oikawa’s number to find 2 missed calls and 8 missed texts. Man this boy was insane. You texted back ‘Sorry, don’t feel good, carry on without me.’

Technically you didn’t lie. You really weren’t feeling good, just it was mental rather than physical. You laid on your bed, clutching a pillow as you put your blanket over you. Tears started to spill. You couldn’t take it anymore. You cried into your sheets until you slipped into sleep.

You didn’t go to school the next day. Or the next. You stayed in bed most of the time, occasionally going on your phone or to the bathroom. Other than that you were either numb, crying, or asleep. Every now and then you’d stare at yourself in the bathroom, insecurities rising as you cry out about your appearance. You maybe ate one meal within the 2 days you stayed home, but it’s mostly a blur.

It was the afternoon when someone intervened.

The one

The only

Oikawa Toru.

You were laying in your bed. You had just finished a breakdown, eyes still red. Out of nowhere, you hear someone running up the stairs. You thought for a second you were about to be a victim of a home invasion, being that your parents were home, but you were proven wrong when a tall, brown eyed male swung open the door.

“(L/N)! What’s wrong! Are you sick?” He questioned you. You’d been gone from school for 2 days now, making you absent for 4 practices. 3 after school, and 1 morning.

“Oikawa! Shouldn’t you be at practice right now? What are you doing?” You asked, thoroughly confused how he got in. wait- “How’d you get into my house?”

“Well when our manager is sick, who just so happens to be one of my best friends, I’m gonna see what's wrong.” He answered, taking short breaths making you figure he ran all the way here. “Also, I know where you keep your spare key.”

He looked around to see what state you were in. It had been evident you were crying, despite you trying to hide your face in the comfort of your pillows. He sighed and made his way over to your bed, sitting on the edge.

“Now, tell me what's bothering you?” He said, his voice becoming soft.

“Nothing, just don’t feel good. It’s no use wasting your time here.” You told him, hoping he’d leave. You didn't need his pity. Maybe you wanted it, but you turned it down thinking it was all an act, all lies.

“If you think I’m falling for a lame lie, you're wrong.” He sighed. “What’s going on?”

Oikawa, out of all the guys, knew you the best. There wasn’t a way he’d be convinced you’re okay. So… You spilled.

“Why do you keep me around?” You started, “Why do you care?”

“...What do you mean?” He asked, his worry growing.

“I mean, why me? Out of everyone, why do you guys hang out with me? I’m mean and useless. My management isn’t even good. If you're just being nice to spare my feelings then just leave me. I know my worth and it isn’t a lot. You guys deserve better.” You finished your mini rant with tears brimming at your eyes.

He stared at you with empathy. He hated seeing you like this, it hurt him so much.

“You’re amazing. In all you’ve done you’ve helped our team more than we ever dreamed. We finally found someone who’s dedicated to all she’s assigned to help us with. You know me. You know I’d never be fake with someone to spare their feelings.” He sighed. “I just wish… you’d see yourself the way I do…”

You felt terrible. Your crush sat there as you pathetically lied on your bed because of some emotions, or lack thereof.

“You don’t mean that.” You said, trying not to face him.

He laid down on your bed, right next to you as your back was turned in his direction.

“Have they been bothering you?” he interrogates.

“Who’s they?” You tried acting oblivious, but you both knew who ‘they’ were.

“You know exactly who.” He replied. You stayed silent. He sighed again, “I should’ve known. I'm so sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” You cut him off, “It’s not your fault you're attractive.”

“Oh, so you think I’m attractive?” He remarks, trying to lighten up the mood.

“Oh shut up.” You giggle. It was the first time in a while you did that.

“What a shame. I wished the person I liked found me attractive.” He jokes. It took you a moment to process what he just said, then it hit you.

“Wait, what?” You questioned in disbelief.

“I know you said you’d never like me, not in a million years… but I can’t say the same for myself. It’s selfish but I really do like you.”

You turned around and stared at him. He stared back, but his mind was racing, taking your silence as rejection. Before he could get up, you grabbed at him and buried your head in his chest.

“Don't…” You started, “Don't leave. Please? I like you, too. I promise it didn’t start out this way but this is how it ended. I know now I look creepy but I didn't-”

He cut you off. Not with words, but with his lips. The warm sensations of his mouth on yours brought you a comfort like no other. Your hands wrapped around his neck, and he went around your waist, closing any gap there was between you two.

He broke the kiss, pulling away to stare at your beauty. “I get it. I’m glad you feel that way.”

“Can we… keep this a secret? Just the two of us?” If this got out, you’d be out for the count. Numerous rumors would start and people would start thinking that you were an actual whore.

Oikawa saw your mind race and put it to a stop, “Of course, I get it. We should tell the others about your situation. We’re here to protect you, you know. We love you. I love you.”

“... Love you too, Toru.” You said and he pulled back into the hug as you head rested on his neck/

“...So you do think I’m attractive.”

Small time skip -

After that night, you told the group what was happening and just like Oikawa said, they stepped in. The 4 of them became your personal bodyguards, not letting any known Oikawa fangirl try and say shit to you. After practices, you and Oikawa would walk to either you or his house to hang out and have little private dates. You were the happiest you’d ever been in a while. You slowly lost all thought of others' jealousy, enjoying your life with your best friends and lover.

[hannahssimblr]

Shane arrives in the late afternoon, and suddenly we are five. In the aftermath of the storm, when the tarmac is black and the air is fragrant with petrichor we hike to the touristy side of the beach to have drinks at the Surf Shack. We wipe rain off the picnic benches and sit overlooking the sea. It’s choppy, the sand pockmarked with puddles, but the humid heaviness the last few days spent building has been lifted away, leaving crisp, fresh air in its place. At least for now.

Jen starts demanding everyone’s highlight reel of the past year after only two minutes of small talk, and we talk about how Joe broke his wrist playing frisbee, Jen applied to eleven business schools because she didn’t know what else to put on the forms, and Shane lost his virginity to some girl called Aishling in January, though getting that tidbit is like dragging information from a stone. To distract from our nudges and kissy noises Shane asks me about Michelle, which doesn't help, because then I have to tell them all that we broke up.

It instantly zaps the fun out of things and makes the boys awkward. They grumble vague condolences and start looking around the place like they can pull a less depressing topic of conversation out of the air. I remind myself not to mention her again. 

But they don’t have to sit in this particular discomfort for long, because our drinks arrive, carried by Liam, who invites a brand new one by lingering around the table and trying to make conversation. I grit my teeth and remember to be nice.

“Ah look who’s here!” He beams, “the gang are back together!”

“Hi Liam!” Jen’s tone is straining with enthusiasm, “good to see you again, you done your leaving cert?”

“I am indeed! Finished up there last week, t’was some slog, I’ll tell you that. I was just dying to get back out here to the beach and do a bit of surfing. The first group of kids doing the classes are to be down now on the first week of July, and sure then it’s go go go! But look, sure it’s great craic altogether, can’t complain.”

He’s met with blank stares. 

“Oh yeah! Sounds fun.” Jen says after a beat, “Well, it’s nice to see-”

“Having any parties or anything like that this summer?” he asks. 

“Um, well we’re not sure, but if we do we’ll invite you.” I give her a subtle kick beneath the table, which is a mistake, because she turns her huge, beaming smile on me. Her eyes glint threateningly, “You should ask Jude though, we’re staying at his house, so he gets to decide.”

“Yeah,” I say, “Um, we’ll invite you to whatever we’re doing, we just don’t know yet.” Fine. I want to say to Jen. I’ll invite him, but you can take care of him in the toilet when he’s hammered and sick after one beer. 

“That’d be so cool, thanks!” he says, “and I’ve something you can do too, as it happens. My dad is having the first karaoke night of the year down at the local pub next week, you know, just to kind of usher in the beginning of the busy season. You should definitely come along.”

“Karaoke?” Joe echoes, “you want us to sing songs?”

“Well who doesn’t like a good auld sing-song? It’ll be a bit of fun.”

“Probably not,” Joe then turns to Kasper to try and explain to him what is happening in simple English. “Nah, Karaoke, like, singing, and shit” he mutters, “like,” he holds an invisible microphone to his mouth, “la la la, bla bla bla, like, that, like.”

Look, maybe,” I tell Liam, “I don’t think we’re exactly singers here, but we might come to the pub anyway for a few drinks.”

“You might be compelled to belt out a tune or two while you’re there.”

“Stranger things have happened.”

“Alright!” he starts walking back to the Surf Shack, turning one more time to point into our faces, “Think of ye’re songs between now and then, will ya? Just in case you change your mind at some stage!” 

Jen looks at me expectantly once he’s gone, and I immediately groan, slumping in my seat under the weight of her expectation. “Fine, I’ll invite him to whatever party, Jen, but I’m not fucking doing karaoke.” 

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[allur1ngs]

i keep thinking about how reader probably changed bada and bebe’s life ( + hyo!!) for the good 🙁 like when reader entered their lives and they’ve never been happier idk!! 🥹🥹

you’re so right!! the second reader entered bada’s life, she changed everything for the better!! not only did she make her gain more healthy work habits, but she also just made her so happy every day!! and of course the applies to bebe too, like a happier bada means the girls are happier as well!! and reader always takes care of the girls, she brings a sort of softness that’d been lacking in all of the girl’s lives until then :)

especially with their jobs being so dark and filled with betrayals, blood, and brutality, she managed to brighten all their worlds!!

and hyo…like i’ve mentioned, when hyo got assigned to protect reader, she felt like it was she was always meant to do!! she not only gained a friend, but a little sister she cares about :(

ugh all of their dynamics with reader are too cute🩷

[calswildflcwer]

Cop Car !

Pairing : Carlos × fem!reader.

Warnings : I don’t think any apply, other than a mention of a killer.

Plot : You and Carlos had been dating for five months and now Carlos had offered to take you on a date. However, this doesn’t exactly go to plan at all. And the police know that they shouldn’t mess with you.

Pronouns used : He/him for Carlos, she/her for reader.

Note : I am not a Spanish native and I don't know any Spanish, all Spanish nicknames mentioned in this story are translated from google. If anything is wrong PLEASE let me know and I will correct it.

Info : This is inspired by this song here! Also, this fic is kinda modern and there is also no magic in encanto at the time!

Carlos watched you from the alleyway, flicking his knife open and closed, as you crouched down and laughed with the children.

“You look adorable, Juancho.” You poked the little boys nose.

Carlos headed over, his slender shadow scaring off the group of seven year olds. You cocked an eyebrow, staring at your boyfriend, “You know, you really need to stop scaring the kids.” You said, standing up.

“It isn’t my fault. If they’re used to chico de oro, that’s not my problem.” Carlos shrugged.

You had begun dating him around five months ago, on his eighteenth birthday. Nobody expected it, you were the sweet good girl and he was the town's bad boy. It was a shock to everybody.

You planted a kiss to his cheek before grabbing his hand, intertwining your fingers with his as the pair of you walked together. “So, I wanted to ask you something.” Carlos began, ignoring the stares from the townspeople.

“Okay, go on.” You nodded, glaring at the townspeople as you noticed their stares.

“Would… Uhm… Would you want to go on a date tonight?” He asked.

“With you?” You questioned.

“No, with Isabela! Of course, with me!” He responded, cocking a brow at you.

A giggle escaped your lips, “I’d love to.” You grinned, staring at him before planting a kiss to his cheek.

“Meet me at the fountain tonight, after your chores.” He smiled, planting a quick and soft kiss to your forehead before disappearing off into the shadows, leaving you standing with a soft pink tint painting your cheeks.

You met Carlos at the fountain after all of your chores were over, you folded your arms over your chest as he approached you, grabbing you by the waist and placing a quick kiss to your cheek before dragging you towards his car.

“Where are we going?” You questioned, sitting in the passenger seat as he began to drive away from the small town.

“You’ll see.” He smirked, as he drove. You quickly noticed a sign that said ‘no trespassing’ and you were currently trespassing. Your eyes widened slightly as you looked over his features, his signature smirk still stood cockily on his lips.

He soon parked the car, the pair of you climbing out as you both sat on the bonnet and began to watch the planes take off. He had brought you to an airport, to a place where you could watch the planes take off. He knew you’d always had a fascination for planes.

He thought you’d have all night, there was no need to rush… However, it wasn’t long before the sound of sirens and flashing blue lights filled your ears. Carlos threw his head back, “Man, ain’t this some shi-” Carlos groaned.

You cocked a brow, “We could always run for it, that’d make the best story!” You grinned. Carlos smiled, shaking his head slightly. He was too busy watching you going wild, to be worried about going to jail. The blue lights shone, illuminating the freedom in your eyes.

The police approached the pair of you, you eyed them. They weren’t playing at all, they were quick to slam the cuffs onto both you and Carlos. Carlos watched as you tried to talk your way out of it with the police, one looked younger and the other much older. The younger one was definitely a rookie. Your mouth kept moving, trying to sweet talk them, they didn’t fall for it but Carlos? Oh, Carlos did, big time. Hearing your sweet words would always make him fall for you over and over again.

Carlos was pushed into the car, the rookie then pushed you in, reading you your rights. “Yeah, I understand. I just have one question.” You asked, the police officer stopped at the door giving you a pointed look. “Do you have a light? I’m due a smoke any moment now.” You questioned.

Carlos eyed you, biting back his laugh, knowing that you didn’t smoke. You smiled sweetly as the officers face contorted in anger before he slammed the door. Carlos watched you as you leaned your head back against the headrest of the backseat, a smile still painted across your lips.

“I swear your dad’s gonna kill me.” Carlos groaned.

“Maybe so, but if it makes you feel any better, you won’t be the only one.” You grinned.

“That doesn’t make me feel better.” Carlos chuckled slightly, shaking his head.

“Look Carlos, I want you to know that if we do both survive tonight, I wouldn’t change one thing.” You let him know, smiling as you tried to adjust your hands in the cuffs. It was the most uncomfortable sitting position, your hands cuffed tightly behind you.

“Not even this part?” Carlos cocked a brow.

A laugh sounded in the back of your throat, “Not even this part.” You grinned.

Carlos watched you as you stared out of the window as the police conversed with one another. You were so innocent but you were stealing his heart. Carlos couldn’t help the feeling within his chest as he watched you, something felt warm and sweet; a feeling he wasn’t used to.

The older officer soon approached the car, opening the door and allowing you to go. “You’re free to go.” He spoke.

“We won’t be so easy on you next time.” The rookie officer shouted out, causing you to stop walking.

You slowly turned back, “You should know better than to threaten me, Officer...” You glanced down at his badge, “Diaz.” You snarled. “Officers like you have gone missing for less.” You let him know, turning on your heel and heading towards Carlos’ car. The pair of you climbed in.

The rookie attempted to follow you, anger crossing his every feature but was held back by his partner. “Don’t.” He spoke.

“She just threatened an officer!” Diaz argued back.

“And legally, we can’t touch those kids.” The officer let him know.

“Who the hell are they anyway, Hernandez?” Diaz questioned.

“The boy? That’s Carlos Madrigal, he’s the grandson of one of the most powerful people this side of Colombia. The Madrigal’s are the most powerful family this side of the country.” Hernandez let the younger officer know.

“And the girl?” Diaz questioned.

“You don’t recognise her?” Hernandez asked, earning a shake of the head from Diaz, “That’s (Name) Fuentes. You might recognise the name. Her father is the biggest crime boss in all of Colombia.” Hernandez told him.

“Not Sergio Fuentes?” Diaz asked, his eyes almost bugging out of his head.

Hernandez nodded, “Yeah, Sergio is her father. We can’t touch those kids, many officers have gone missing or turned up dead due to Sergio.”

“Why hasn’t he been arrested?” Diaz asked.

“Nobody’s ever been able to prove it was him. He never gets his hands dirty, but myself and every other officer this side of Colombia know that it was him. We’ve been off his radar for a while, since his wife’s death. We stay off his radar, he’ll stay off ours.” Hernandez explained, watching as the headlights from Carlos’ car disappeared from view. “Sergio Fuentes is a dangerous man, and let me tell you, his daughter is just as dangerous.”

Carlos parked the car back up in the town, a smile plastering across his lips as the pair of you climbed out. “I hope you’ve been treating my daughter tonight, young man.” You suddenly heard your fathers voice.

Carlos jumped slightly, turning to the older man, “I did, sir.” He mumbled.

“I mean, we spent most of our night in the back of a cop car, but it was fun.” You laughed.

“WHAT?!” Your father yelled, his anger making Carlos jump as he turned towards him.

“Dad! Dad!” You yelled, grabbing the man by his shoulders. Your father scared everybody in town. Everybody, that was, except you. The older man stared at you, his eyes softening slightly, “It’s fine, they let us go. Plus, it wasn’t Carlos’ fault, okay? Now, go home and think about your cholesterol.” You told him, smiling slightly.

“You sure you’re okay?” He asked.

“Positive. Now go.” You told him. He nodded, planting a soft kiss to your forehead before sending a nod to Carlos and walking away.

You turned to Carlos, grabbing his hand and beginning to walk the street with him. “That was one of the best nights of my life.” You grinned, swinging your joined hands back and forth, “Watching the planes, getting arrested, messing with the cops…” You grinned.

“Falling in love in the back of a cop car.” Carlos mumbled, instantly stopping you in your tracks. Freezing.

Carlos was yanked back, almost dislocating his arm in the process as he turned to you, his eyes immediately widened as he saw the unreadable expression on your face and quickly realised what he’d said. You’d never once told each other you loved one another, in your five months of dating. “(Name), I’m so sorry. So, so sorry. I didn’t… I’m not… I-” he stuttered along his words before you lunged forward, throwing your arms around the taller boy.

He stumbled back slightly, quickly regaining his balance once again before wrapping his arms around your torso, “I’m in love with you too.” You smiled into his neck, running your fingers through his curls as you did.

Carlos stared down at you, a smile making its way onto his features as he leaned forward and planted a chapped kiss to your lips, “You’re my forever girl, (Name).” He let you know pulling away.

You grinned, dragging him along the street as you did, “And just think, if I’m not, we’ll always have the cop car.”

Carlos stopped, yanking you back into him so that your body collided with his, kissing you roughly on the lips, his hands gripped your waist so tight that they were bound to leave bruises,

“Don’t ever say that again, not even as a joke.” He snarled.

- Hey, hi, hello! Welcome back to another one of my fics! I’m baaack baby! Anyways, I hope y’all have been well and I’m sorry if this isn’t the best. I tried. I do have a little series coming out soon so if you’re interested, pls be on the lookout for that! Make sure to remember the drink something, eat something, please stay hydrated and remember you’re loved more than you’ll ever know! Mwaaah! <33

[slamdunkhcs]

In your opinion is there a possibility of rukawa not being ace?from the manga you can see basketball is all he thinks about,from that maybe we can assume that he has no interest in getting in relationships but what about physical attraction?one scene that took me by surprise is his reaction to ayako kissing haruko,he was staring at them and he looked intrigued?interested?curios?idk because it wasn't revealed was he was actually thinking,like in a lot of scenes.am I reading way too much into this lol

exploring rukawa’s sexuality + rukawa in a relationship

I would like to preface this by mentioning Rukawa’s age. Rukawa is 15 years old throughout the series (as his birthday is January 1, and he’s a first year). At that age, you’re likely not going to be very sure on relationships or even be ready/interested in love. And I think Rukawa’s age is part of the reason why he doesn’t seem very interested in a relationship.

The moment that the anon mentioned is when Ayako was teasing Haruko, and then kissed her as a joke. The whole team reacted to it, including Rukawa.

I was surprised that he reacted to this, but he seemed pretty confused (and curious) about what they were doing.

Rukawa’s thoughts are rarely shown throughout the series, so I feel like it’s hard to deduce whether Rukawa could or could not be in a relationship.

However, I believe that he isn’t interested in one (at least currently). Again, I think his age is a factor to this, and also because of him being focused on his sport. I think that just because he isn’t interested rn, doesn’t mean that he’s not attracted to anyone.

I actually believe Rukawa would be good in a relationship but the problem with him is that he simply isn’t interested in one (as he’s focused on other things). And he isn’t the type that’d get into one just for the sake of it. I think he’d have to be ready for one AND interested in the girl.

Rukawa is shown to invest heavily into things he likes. He has a sony walkman (which cost a LOT at the time) because he likes music, he has expensive Jordans because he likes basketball, he spends all his time playing basketball because he likes it.

I think this can apply to a relationship too.

I think if he was mentally ready for a relationship AND there was someone he was interested in, he wouldn’t treat her bad or anything. I think he would put effort into a relationship, it’s just that he isn’t in the current position for one

In the series, he doesn’t interact with any girls (just Ayako) because they don’t go up to him. He has a fan club, but he doesnt know about it and they haven’t approached Rukawa personally. I think if a girl DID approach him and she wasnt annoying or anything, they could have some conversation.

I believe when he gets older, he has the possibility of getting into a relationship (as he’ll be more mature and further into his basketball career).

[sunnyupsidedown]

Thoughts On: The Sunshine Court

by Nora Sakavic [goodreads]

Aka, if I didn't put myself on a social media blackout, these would have been my live tweets. Spoilers below.

Gosh. What if Jeremy starts to hate Kevin for not doing 'enough' to help Jean. That’d probably hurt him so bad lmao Though I don't really thing Jeremy gives off those vibes. He's too sunny.

Also, now I’m thinking of Jeremy being a very normal kid with a normal background completely unprepared to help someone with absolutely massive amounts of trauma. Like. This kid being like, look at my normal jock life and then suddenly is exposed to the dark underbelly of organized crime.

Like. With Andrew and Neil, Neil was already familiar and Andrew at least is familiar with how bad law enforcement is so it’s all a non-issue. Jeremy though… what’s his story???

Jean over here probably texting with T9 on a flip phone

Which fox uses T9, which one taps the number until it gets to the letter they want, and which one has a phone with a keyboard?

Have I mentioned that I love Renee? I feel like she’s often seen as an uwu good girl Christian. But like. She’s so badass. I think she said it herself that she’s a bad person doing her best to be good and you really get that with the “smile that doesn’t reach her eyes”. Fucking love her.

Okay the uni president thing is actually kind of funny. Because I work in an athletic department and it reminds me of when the president requested access to the team practice schedules so I was in charge of setting up an account in our messaging app with the instructions to grant him access but with absolutely no power to do anything else

Do you think Renee will put "Destabilized Evermore leading to its eventual downfall" on her resume when she applies to the Peace Corps? I know this is not how it works but....

We’re going to see the reaction to Riko’s death from Jean’s POV!!! I wrote a ficlet about this!! It’s gonna be so cool to see what really happens!!

Wtf Jean’s 19?!?!

I'm saying this like everything that happened to him wouldn't have been just as horrifying if he were Kevin's age. But like. WTF??? He's Neil's age!!

LMAO everyone wants to choke Kevin out

“You were injured in a scrimmage” DAMN. I did not expect that from Abby. She's so done with Jean's evasions

I was being kind of mean to Kevin earlier and now I’m going to cry. He was just doing his best too :( what can you do when you’ve been raised in the system?

Kevin, Neil, and Jean are in the idiot exy trio

It’s so fascinating to know that this was the version where Jean lived because you can see the parts where his life could have ended. Like if Abby left the pills. If Jean made it back to Evermore. If Wymack didn’t threaten Tetsuji.

The way that they’re (Neil is) playing 5D exy mafia chess is so extra 😭

Everyone really looking to Neil for their courage. Neil was brave so I can be brave (or at least follow him). What would Neil do?

Do you think the other exy coaches know exy was built on blood? Or at least that Evermore was?

Jean and Kevin in the corner at the party full of Ravens: They don’t know the extent of Riko’s violence

I’m starting to realize that Jean is a lover... [Redacted: This is getting it's own post because I have feelings about this.]

JEREMY!! HELLO!! I DON'T KNOW YOU. ARE YOU DEPRESSING TOO?

Jeremy is so normal. This is going to be so good. He’s literally going to be like “why did you say it like that? You know that’s fucked up right?” Call it like it is my dude!!

How the hell did they get the seniors on board with a smaller line up? They’re giving up a chance at a championship run... Ah.

Oh. He’s rich?? Jeremy is rich? With a butler? Is he secretly going to be tied to the west coast mafia? And taking Jean on will create a bond between east and west?

OH HE’S POLITICIAN RICH. Damn. You know there's blood money somewhere

Are you telling me that the sunshine court is a nickname between Kevin and Jean (and maybe some others? I don't remember if it was ever mentioned in the other books) for USC? And it’s typically called the Gold Court? Cause if so, they’re soooo starved

Do you think Jean knows (or remembers) how to use money? Since he’s been locked up in the Nest for so long? How many social norms has he forgotten? How awkward is he going to be relearning them?

Oh god. Jean found out from Jeremy! Holy shit I was not expecting that. Damn. Also. He's alone :(

Renee and Jean 😭

I’m so glad they talked about redshirting. I was SO confused why they could go five years when the rule is 5 years to compete 4 seasons.

Radiology equipment in their exy stadium?? Man I forget how rich some schools are

Watch Jean break out in hives the moment he gets on clothes that are outside the monochrome color scheme

Oooo Jeremy, show me your spine. I want to see him mad. I want to see him lose control.

And then I forgot I was taking notes because I was too absorbed. When is the next book supposed to come out again?

[comandersprings]

On Deaf Ears

Note: I want to thank a friend of mine for helping me come up with the title. They go by x_They_Who_Remain_x on AO3 (you can find this fic there too) and their writing is awesome, please go check them out!

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,148

Summary: Kieran calls out Carmine for having bonded with Ogerpon behind his back. Carmine tries to reason with Kieran and make him see she meant no harm. Looks like neither is getting the other.

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“You sure are lively for someone with an upset stomach!” Carmine complained as she strode behind her brother, trying to catch up with him.

Kieran had been acting off even before boarding the plane that would take them both back to Unova. He refused to come out and bid farewell to Juliana under a claim of dealing with an upset stomach. Carmine thought nothing of it because she knew her little brother would sometimes eat too many sweets, so it was only natural that his stomach hurt if he did. It wasn’t the first time it happened, either.

However, his behavior during the plane trip made Carmine think that wasn’t the actual reason why Kieran didn’t say goodbye to his new friend. To begin with, when his stomach hurt, Kieran would sort of curl into a ball, yet he was sitting perfectly fine in his seat. He also avoided eye contact with his sister, his eyes always fixated either on the floor or on the window next to him. 

Kieran was awfully silent too. Despite his shy nature, he always had something to talk about when it came to Carmine. After all, she is one of the people he trusts the most, along with their grandparents. Carmine tried to get a conversation going at several points during the flight, but her brother would only respond with monosyllables or—even worse—not respond at all.

So there she was now, trying to find out what was actually wrong with her brother before he entered his room. She had a feeling he wouldn’t leave it for the rest of the day and if they were to talk, it had to be now.

“You can’t keep giving me the silent treatment forever, you know?” Carmine was walking closer to Kieran now, but they were also getting closer to his room.

The boy only looked ahead of him and tried to pretend that his sister wasn’t there, but her constant nagging was making that harder with every passing second. She should know why he was acting that way. To Kieran, while Juliana committed the greatest offense, Carmine was to blame, too. He didn’t want anything to do with his sister at the moment, but it appeared to him that she didn’t get that.

A few seconds later, the siblings finally reached Kieran’s room. The boy took the key out of his pocket and opened the door. 

Seeing how her brother wasn’t going to say anything, Carmine got serious. She folded her arms across her chest. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong or what?” the girl insisted. Kieran crossed the threshold and tried to close the door, but Carmine put her foot in the way. “I swear I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s up.”

Kieran clenched his jaw. He wanted to tell her to leave him alone, but he knew that’d be useless. Instead, he just stood aside so his sister could walk into the room. He didn’t bother restraining himself when closing the door, slamming it shut before standing in front of it in a not-so-subtle invitation for Carmine to leave as soon as possible.

“You know I don’t buy the ‘upset stomach’ thing, right?” Carmine rested her hands on her hips. “Although I’ll admit you almost fooled me.”

Kieran exhaled and shook his head. “I’m too tired for this. Just come see me later.”

“No, I won’t wait until later. I’m tired too, but I don’t think I’ll be able to rest until you tell me the truth about—”

“You’re talking about telling the truth?” the boy glared at his sister. “Maybe you should apply that to yourself first.”

“I knew it.” Carmine’s gaze flicked upward. “All this is because I didn’t tell you that Juliana and I met Ogerpon, isn’t it?”

“It’s not just because of that.” Kieran approached Carmine with an almost defying stance. “You knew Juliana wanted to keep Ogerpon to herself and you let it happen. I’d even say you made sure it happened,” Kieran accused while pointing a finger at his sister.

“Hey, stop right there!” Carmine raised her hands. “We were just helping Ogerpon retrieve all of her masks. It’s not my fault she and Juliana ended up bonding.”

“Don’t talk as if you didn’t bond with Ogerpon, too!” the boy turned around to hide the way his chin trembled. “You excluded me from that experience despite knowing full well how much I always wanted to befriend her.”

“I’m sorry, okay?” Carmine leaned back. “I didn’t know things would turn out like that, so don’t blame me for any of it.” 

Kieran faced his sister again. This time, his eyes were glossy. “But you could have done something to stop it.”

“Stop what?” the girl spread out her hands. “What did you want me to do, handcuff Juliana to a radiator so she didn’t catch Ogerpon?”

“Don’t try to be funny!” her brother clenched his hands. “You clearly have no idea how hurt I am by all this.”

“And you have no idea how hurt I am from seeing you act this way,” Carmine retorted. She crossed her arms once again. “Trust me, I do understand your frustration, but things don’t always go the way we want them to. You must accept that.”

Kieran’s whole body tensed up as he heard her words, but Carmine didn’t take notice of that until she was done talking. She also noticed the way he stared at her: it was a hard, cold glare. Carmine had never seen that look in her brother’s eyes and she took a step backward without realizing.

“So what you’re telling me is to just deal with it, right?” the boy questioned, his tone just as stony as the look in his eyes. “If that’s what you think I should do, then… Leave.”

Carmine couldn’t believe she was in such a situation. She was the one clenching her hands now. “Do you realize how irrational you’re being now? This is not like y—”

“Leave. Now.” Kieran cut her off as he pointed at the door with a sharp movement.

His sister raised her hands and went silent. She walked past him and shot him one last, worried glance before opening the door. Carmine intended to close it herself, but she suddenly felt Kieran yank on the doorknob from the other side and slam the door shut so harshly that the glass in a nearby window trembled. 

The girl still stood in front of the door as the bang of it being closed echoed on her mind. Kieran was already too deep into his anger and disappointment. It was clear he wasn’t open to listening to others, but she wasn’t going to abandon her brother. Getting through him would be difficult, but Carmine would find a way. Damn right she would find a way. She wasn’t the older sister for nothing.

[basedkikuenjoyer]

Y’all sure seemed to enjoy the last one, how about another round of late-night YuYuposting? Because threads from Chapter Black echoing into what we just saw of Wano is far from isolated to the chilling tale of Amanuma & Kurama. Didn’t think about it a whole lot til the end, but this One Piece arc was very Chapter Black through and through. Starting with this excellent, layered callback.

This “many faces” theme is one of the biggest we’ve talked about here on hour Kiku-centric journey through Wano. We see it through her in a more mundane way, all the faces a young woman has to juggle to live under an oppressive culture tied up with a theatrical bow. But the motif is a lot more blatant in both Kaido and Orochi.

We’ve also talked about the echoes of Shishio & his Juppongatana from Rurouni Kenshin, which obviously has a much more direct (and relevant) meaning for Oda’s career. But Shinobu Sensui...he manages both. Hence the picture. We got both the charismatic leader and the hearts he took advantage of and the fractured personality. That’s what Kurama’s referring to. A prophetic motif that was originally interpreted as referring to Sensui and his allies but we’re finding out here was about his own sevenfold psyche all along. I’ve always loved this little extra bit of flair about “Naru” as well, even though it never goes anywhere. The thought of the fractured big bad having a soft, feminine side. Yeah...shame that didn’t come up in anyway like Kaido having a flirty drunk phase or something. 

Doesn’t stop there though. Chapter 148, “Moment of Awakening.” Because...it was very much the same kind of story beat. Yusuke gets beat. Dies even but something seems off. Reawakens with a massive power up. Not much more to say about the beat itself other than that. I’m far from the only person who thought of the Atavism of the Mazoku here in YYH when we saw Gear 5 in One Piece 1044. I want to end on my real thoughts about how this might apply to One Piece going forward, but first an aside about Luffy and the girl tied up in the story elements that facilitated that transformation and are already back in play this soon into Egghead:

Context. This is a flashback from the guy in the first clipping. Itsuki, villain Sensui’s right-hand man. Lover as well, but seemingly unrequited like Honjo to Shishio. Gets weird with Sensui’s multiple personalities. Not what I really care about. No, this is how they met. It was a turning point for Sensui, who prior had a very black-and-white “humans good, demons bad” worldview. Was about to kill Itsuki but a simple ripple of fate gave him pause. In his last moments, Itsuki bemoaned wanting just one more day. For no other reason than wanting to see a favorite musician on a TV show tomorrow. As you can see, Sensui was a fan too which started a conversation that’d, to quote the series, “introduce a truckload of gray.”

Incidentally, Jun Togawa is a hell of a reference. She was a popular underground musician at the time. Kickass figure in her own right. Famous for like, paroding idol girl groups and being much more real about women’s perspectives and issues than most Japanese pop stars. Especially for the 80s/90s. Imagine half Nina Hagen, half Alanis Morisette. Gotta wonder if Oda’s a fan given potential nods like a first solo album titled “Princess Tama” and being the front for a band named “Guernica.” Speaking of CP0, of course it all comes back to Kiku. Long way around to a simple idea. One of the big things I always felt about Kiku & Yamato’s roles in the arc together is that it reminded me of the feeling of this simple but powerful moment. It’s the difference between casual fate and grandiose (but empty) destiny. 

I still don’t think it was an accident you have your two most featured new faces set up like that. Yamato comes bursting in halfway through talking about how long he’s been waiting because of Ace and reading about the crew in the papers and it feels like fate...but way less so when you remember Luffy stumbling into being buds with the little sister of one of Ace’s big bros. How he casually has no trouble finding out her secret because of the people he just happened to meet saving Ace. How following her heart and helping Luffy for its own sake led to reuniting with her lost family members. That rumination on fate and what it actually looks like is too good to pass up, especially with how well it aligns with Luffy stepping into this role as a “chosen one.” It mirrors; were you destined to be here just because, or because the sum total of your actions made you the right person?

Of course, I wouldn’t go on such a big detour without a point. Even if talking Kiku is always a good enough point for me. Still, this is where I’m wondering if we’re headed. The most poignant aspect of Yu Yu Hakusho’s Chapter Black is where it heads after. A shonen hero...reflecting on what it means being able to destroy it all if he wanted. Realizing he could become Sensui and not having any good answers. Sadly this is where we transition into an infamously rushed final arc for the series due to Togashi’s declining health, but it doesn’t undercut the power of seeing this in a power fantasy battle shonen.

And I can’t help but think about the role Oden plays in the story. How it all comes together. That was Oden’s example. A great man who didn’t really learn about the concept of collateral damage until it was too late. This certainly feels like part of the lesson Luffy learns through his time in Wano. That paired with a heaping helping of Kaido, the spectre of a powerful man who never learned to maintain composue. Deal with expectaions and emotions to the point he was a fractured drunk not unlike Sensui. 

Yeah...I think Chapter Black was a pretty damn big influence on Wano. Up there with RuroKen’s Kyoto arc. If you’re gonna drop homages you’d be hard pressed to find a better one to shout out and build off of.

[jaymber]

I do have more questions! All for Gabby (because I love them the most and I’m biased as I also love maelstrom) 14 15 16 25 42 47 48 56 and 59

Hehe, no prob' as long as you're okay with fucked-up characters!

Gabby

14. what is their weapon of choice? 

Gabby learnt fencing as a kid, and loved blades ever since. Prior to 2080, they used katanas. Now, theyv’e got mantis blades which allowed some pretty sick moves when they need to defend themself. Since they can’t be hurt in a way that matters, thanks to being part-demon, they prefer close combat.

15. what is their preferred vehicle or transportation of choice?

Thanks to KRNLNIK’s mod, Gabby owns a black and pink Caliburn. They love how comfortable it feels to drive around with it. Gabby parks it in the alleyway near the Totentanz. They only got it stolen a few times!

16. how would you describe their style?

Gabby lives a double life. When they need to be Gabriele Luccessi, they adopt a neokitsch style. When they’re Venere di Luce (their XBD stage name), they opt for skimpy bright outfits to get everyone’s attention on them. Either ways, red and pink suit them well.

25. which radio station(s) is their favorite?

Gabby listens to Ritual FM the most. Death metal wasn’t the kind of music they was allowed when they grew up. They’ve bothered Royce about hiring metal bands for the Totentanz before, but he won’t allow anything that isn’t techno.

42. do they believe in love at first sight?

Gabby doesn’t believe in it, at all. They’d first tell you it’s a childish idea, but if they’re pressed on, they’d ramble on the idea that it isn’t possible to fall for anyone at first sight. Since that person your mind picture as the one is nothing like who they truly are. You don’t know them, their flaws, their past. You fall for an idea in your mind, not a real person.

47. share a headcanon about your character and their partner(s).

!!!tw scarring!!!

To formalize their relationship with Royce, Gabby first wondered about joining Maelstrom before realizing they couldn’t ruin their pretty face. They found another way to be a part of the gang: a tramp stamp. Except it wasn’t made out of ink. It’s a branding scar. Royce was the one to apply it to Gabby with their enthusiastic consent. The iron was plunged in holy water, so the scar could remain… but it took a while to heal, especially since Royce couldn’t stop running his fingers on it.

48. share three songs you associate with your character and their partner(s).

The whole deal with Gabby and Royce is that they're both sadists/masochists leaving an obsessive romance. So here are some songs about problematic love!

Bad for you - George Barnett

‘Cause I'm bad for you And I think you’re bad for me, too

Number 13 - Nothing but Thieves

Give me a kiss like a kick in the teeth My bloody lip never tasted so sweet, oh

Bad As Hell - Friday Pilots Club

Well my girl, she's bad as hell You know a little fucked up now but oh well

56. name three of your characters biggest turn offs.

Gabby doesn’t have that many turn offs, but there are a few things that’d put them off:

Lack of self-confidence

Old-fashioned romance

Oversensitivity

59. what is their wildest sexual experience?

!!!tw choking!!!

I won’t talk about the fucked-up XBDs Gabby played in cause I feel it might be a little too much for the public eye to talk about here, but they promoted one of them at the Totentanz once. A private show of them being passed around various Maelstrom members on stage and ending with them coming as they were getting choked to death. It was a little too wild, and Gabby needed two days to recover. They still do private parties, but less extreme now.

[libertys-lovers]

I, being a master negotiator, have convinced Henry to answer one more set of the Pokémon-Type questions with me! I thought it’d be cute if we answered the questions that matched the types we specialize in! So, we’ve got Psychic and Ghost (representing me), and Rock (representing him)!!

🔮Psychic Type🔮 ~ What’s our favorite thing to daydream about with each other?:

This… this is gonna sound really goofy… but I enjoy daydreaming about the days when we started putting our “rivalry” aside and just started hanging out when we were supposed to be fighting. All the excuses we’d try to make when someone caught us relaxing, man. “Oh! Oh, well I actually captured her for Team GO Rocket” or “Haha, well I’m taking him to the police”; and right after we get them to leave, we’d just sit down and collectively sigh in relief. That sorta thing lives in my head rent free.

Okay… so for me…. I just really like imagining me.. protecting you. Just the idea of keeping you safe just… makes me really happy. It could be us doing Pokémon battles together, or me just… holding you. I’ve also thought about you as a Team GO Rocket grunt one too many times. I meant it… when I said you’d make a great GO Rocket leader; that wasn’t just me flirting with you or anything, I swear! But- I… guess it would be nice to work with you… and you’d look really pretty in the uniform-

Oh! Well-! I’ll keep that in mind… 👉👈👉👈

👻Ghost Type👻 ~ If we were forced to investigate a haunted house, how would it go?:

Oh geeze Liberty, you wouldn’t even need to be forced to do that. That’s just an average Pokémon hunting trip for you.

No, but like, this isn’t just catching Pokémon… this is full on, actual DEAD people ghost-hunting. Man, I’m getting hyper just thinking about it. That’d be SO fun!! I can bring all my equipmeeeent, and we could get needlessly but comically freaked out over every little thiiiiiiiiing, and we can help them settle their deeeeeebts.

Heh, I don’t think I’d be that scared though.

Oh? Whatever ya say, man~ Maybe we can turn that into a bet of some kind. Who can get through longer without screaming?

Oh what the heck; if you ever convince me to do that sorta thing with you, then you’re on!

Bet!!! But, I don’t think any of this technically answered the question though. I think it’d go well, honestly! Ghosts are just literally real in the Pokeverse, so we’d definitely be successful! I won’t lie, I’d probably get scared too, and I definitely wouldn’t help because I make jokes when I’m scared. I know Henry’s pretty intimidated by Annabelle (my Banette), but I think he’d do pretty good, until he saw something at least! You’d be such a brave little man for me, Henry~ …and i broke him again-

🗿Rock Type🗿 ~ What rock reminds us of each other?:

Apparently these lil lads are Rainbow Jasper! I thought the colors fit ya pretty well, Hen! Some people also believe that they can soothe whoever owns them, which like… I’m just saying, you make me feel pretty comfy too~

Well, the rock I picked for you was Sugilite. I know purple’s your favorite color, and it has a spacey-psychic kinda feel to it, so I figured you’d like it. If… if we have to apply deeper meanings to these though… Sugilite’s a pretty rare rock, and…. well… I guess you’re a rare kinda girl to have…

🌂Your Host, Liberty~ | 🪨Grunt Henry🪨

[ootori-sibs]

Random funky drabble

takes place after the festival.

tw: past tense misgendering (discussing a trans person before they were out), mild slutshaming.

"You know, Tamaki,” his father tried, sighing, “I understand that it’s tough when the girl you like doesn’t want to date you, but you can’t really change her mind. She’s her own person and can make her own decisions, I had to learn that myself once.”

Tamaki rolled his eyes, “oh yeah? Was that when your wife divorced you or when my mother didn’t want to give me up?”

There was a pause, it was clear he’d hurt his father but Tamaki didn’t feel like feeling bad about it. He didn’t think there was any way such a manwhore could ever relate to him. After a moment, his father nodded, “I understand you meant to hurt me, but I’m trying to empathise with you here. I had relationships before my marriage. There was one girl I’d dreamed of marrying in fact.” 

This got Tamaki's attention, “really? What was she like?” 

Yuzuru chuckled, “I knew that’d interest you. Well, she was in my class in school, and she was solidly in the top five girls in the class. I can’t say I was into her just for looks, though.”

“You liked her as a person??” Tamaki was genuinely surprised to hear that his father had actually fallen for someone. 

He nodded in response, “she was blindingly intelligent, she was just as cruel as she was beautiful and she always knew what to say to get someone to do what she wanted. She’d always been emotionally constipated though, so I think she agreed to date me mostly because of my status- but I did my damndest to make her happy. I treated that girl like a goddess and even impressed her father.” 

Tamaki stared at her, unsure when the penny was going to drop. “Why didn’t you marry her then? Did something happen? Was it grandmother’s fault?”

His father laughed at that, “oh no, it wasn’t mothers fault, although she does hate that whole family now… no, it wasn’t really anyone’s fault, my sweetheart just couldn’t keep the charade up.”

“What charade?”

“My princess turned out to be a transman, and he didn’t feel comfortable dating a man once he’d come out. He came out in our third year, immediately after his father had died. He got himself a wife in university, and I was very happy for them both. I didn’t have any anger or regret, because I understood no one had done anything wrong.” He paused, “so in the end, you shouldn’t be too upset at Fujioka for not wanting a relationship to get in the way of her studies. Do you understand, Tamaki?”

After a while of silence, Tamaki nodded, “yeah, I think I do… but now I wanna hear more about this guy you dated! What was he like? Have I met him?” 

Yuzuru laughed again, standing up and ruffling Tamaki’s hair. “Maybe another time, I have a meeting in an hour so I have to get ready.” 

Tamaki nodded, then hesitated, “oh! And, by the way, I have something to tell you and I’m not sure when we’ll talk next, I’m-”

“I know you’re bisexual, Tamaki. You don’t have to come out to me. Genetically speaking, I'd be surprised if you weren’t.”

“I…don’t think that’s how it works?”

“You’re the son of a manwhore and a french woman- what part of that doesn’t scream bisexual?”

“I…good point.”

“Anyway,” Yuzuru chuckled, adjusting his suit jacket and replacing his cufflinks, “the business meeting is with Mr Ootori, and afterwards we’re going for some drinks. I also happen to know that his three eldest are drinking at young Mrs Shido’s house so Kyoya will be home alone tonight.”

“Oh nice!” Tamaki beamed, “I’ll go see him then, he always cheers me up when I’m upset.”

His father froze at that, frowning deeply. “Don’t be forcing that boy to suffer through your complaining about Fujioka. She’s rejected you, you shouldn’t still be making him jealous.” 

“Jealous? You think he’s jealous of me?”

“No jealous of you, Tamaki, jealous of Haruhi.”

“Huh? oh…OH!” Tamaki went bright red at the idea, “you think Kyoya likes me like that??”

Applying some cologne and combing his hair, Yuzuru chuckled and nodded. “You and your old man aren’t so different, huh?”

“What do you mean?” 

He winked and grinned at Tamaki, “we’re both irresistible to the Ootoris.” and with that, he left the room, leaving Tamaki to flounder. 

“Wha… que diable…?” 

Well now he had a list of questions for Kyoya.

[from-dre]

Many Million Dreams Ago • Ch. 5 of 10

The years slowly rolled by—, one after another. I couldn't bare to think of all that I’d done so I tried putting all the negativities out of my mind. Good friends would come over during those in-between chapters of my life.

“Don’t go to the dark side,” they’d say to me whenever seeing me intently staring off into the distance, not focused on anything in-particular. I’d try to snap back into the moment, to not let what was keeping me from enjoying life take hold and drag me down once more. My mom would come home from work and see me still laying in bed on my days off.

“Let’s go see a movie tonight,” she’d suggest. That, or we’d stay home and watch our favorite TV shows one after another. I quickly realized we were in this mess together, shoulder-to-shoulder. Of all the people that’d come in and out of my life—, she alone stayed with me through every single mistake, misstep, and mischievous moment of my last twenty-some years. Soon after telling her that I should move to a different setting in search of a more balanced lifestyle, she agreed and started helping me in my hunt for a new place to live.

I’d been looking for apartments one city over and found some nice places to try and make a new life in. Finally picking the right spot, I began wondering what type of people I’d meet, who I’d become friends with, and what kind of new experiences I’d have. Would they hold my history against me or take me as I am? Would they realize that I wasn’t truly the person who I looked like on paper? I wanted to start fresh—, to have a clean slate to work with, a new canvas to try and paint a different, more-appealing picture onto. Before actually moving though, I needed to find another job closer to my new home. I applied to every store in the strip-mall across the street from my apartment until getting hired.

I packed up all of my belongings into boxes and my mom and I made nearly a dozen trips back and forth from my old city to the next. I was finally feeling an exhilaration about life again—, like I’d made my way from one person to an entirely new human being in the span of three short years. I also knew I had an enormous responsibility in needing to make my mother proud of me. I had done just the opposite for so much time that things needed to drastically change.

The new job was exciting. The people were nice. The atmosphere was pleasant. I’d made friends with all the managers and they genuinely liked me. Of course, they only knew the new me but that was enough for them to invite me out to dinners and pool halls and clubs. Little by little, I was re-finding myself again. I’d begun taking the bandages off of all my old faults and realized they’d been healing well over time. I spoke in positive ways and about a bright future again. I knew that slowly, I’d return to the person I’d been before ever tragically falling in love.

On a random day like most others, I was straightening up displays on the side of the store when the double doors swung open up front. I saw her coming both quickly and in slow-motion. Sunshine was beaming out right behind her as she walked down the center aisle that made making out her facial features nearly impossible. Even then, she was covered by a thick veil of deep shade.

“Hello—,” I got out, not knowing who she was.

“Hey,” she swiftly said, and nothing else. Walking away and towards the backroom, I realized she too was an employee and made sure to keep my composure from there on out.

She looked like the girl I’d dreamed of ever since growing up; tattoos, piercings, and a fierce spirit to top it off. I could tell she was the type to never take anyone’s bad attitude or negative energy and always kept her heart sheltered. Maybe from former experiences or less-than-perfect memories. Either way, I understood and clicked with it. After everything I’d gone through in the last half-decade, I needed someone new to shake things up with. Someone who wasn’t easily put off by a tainted story. Someone who knew something about sprawling shadows and how they could affect a person’s life.

I soon invited her over my place one sunny afternoon. Walking up the steps to my second-floor apartment, I could already feel the sensual tension between us. I wanted to take her hand in mine and play with her fingertips—, to slowly draw imaginary figures on her flower-stamped skin by outlining the indelible inked-designs. I was ready to talk to her about anything—, except of course, what eventually begun our conversation;

“So do you do drugs?,” she asked outright. I half-smiled at the question—, not really expecting it but respecting her for it all the same.

“Why do you ask that?,” I cautiously followed-up with.

“I don’t know—, I guess I’m just curious.”

“I’ve done some before but not anymore,” I admitted, “I’m not against anyone wanting to try them though, it’s their own life and their own decision, you know?”

“So if there was a line of coke here right now, would you let me do it?” I knew the answer even before I spoke.

“No—,” I calmly said, “I wouldn’t want to see you like that.” A slew of unhappy memories made their way back into my mind. I hoped she knew that I cared for her too much, that it wasn’t me trying to decide things for her, and that it came from a place of protectiveness. She quietly smiled back.

We started sharing a notebook where we’d write down our deeper thoughts. Things we couldn’t talk about while at work. Our dreams, our ideals, our definitions of love. We’d bring it with us every shift we had and place it in our designated locker for the other to find. Back and forth this went until the day came that I’d finally get the answer to my question of the last few weeks. I couldn’t wait to get back into the store and find the green journal. Once in the break-room, I flipped to the right page and started reading. It was pure flirtation. Ideas of a romance that hadn’t even begun yet. I knew what I had to do. Luckily, we were both working that day. I walked out onto the sales floor and went directly over to her. Gently taking her hand in my own, I placed it palm-up and ran my index finger over it to draw out an I—, a heart—, and a U. She couldn’t bare hiding the grin growing on her face. She looked back at me with wide open eyes.

“Whew—,” she said, letting out a long exhale. “Back to the real world.” That was it—, I knew things would be different from that day forward.

We finally decided to go skateboarding a short while later. Up and down the hill we went, letting the wheels run themselves over hot asphalt while we rode with the wind in our hair. The pop-punk music blared out from inside my Mercury Cougar and about an hour or so passed by when the sun began to set.

“Cigarette?,” she asked. I nodded in agreement and lit up two Marlboro Smooths while I sat on the car’s trunk. It was getting windier by the minute. She nestled up closer to me. We started playing with each other’s fingers, running them over each other’s hands and finally, she began wandering too far upward for comfort. I shook my head and tried to maneuver away from her, but she got even closer. “It’s okay—,” she softly said. New hands slowly climbing up scarred arms; breathing getting heavy, heart racing from anxiety, and then—, acceptance. A soft kiss. A new Lover—, The Girl with the Epic Tattoos—, is finally here.

Back at my place, we kept getting closer as our lips stayed locked. We kissed on the living-room floor as minute after minute passed by. Eventually, her clothes began coming off one piece at a time. Tattoo-covered arms and back, barbell piercings, and jet-black hair that nearly flowed down to her waist—, it was all so picturesque. We moved up to the couch and it was there that all the visions of intense love came crashing back in a tidal-wave of feeling. Soon afterwards, I began explaining how I didn’t want to come on too strong, that we should just take things slowly.

“No,” she willfully said. “I want you to smother me.” That was all she had to say. A fire ignited inside myself and I thought back to what it truly meant to do that to someone else and how it felt to have it done back in return. I wondered if she really knew what she was asking for. Either way, I took her words to heart and started acting accordingly—, more sleepovers, more notes, more everything. We couldn’t get enough of each other and for that, I credited my past missteps as merely ill-timed attempts at romantic gestures. This was a new day—, a new life. I could barely remember what had come before.

Things escalated to scorching new levels of ecstasy for both of us. We kept things pretty new and interesting on a regular basis; leather stiletto boots, backseat sessions in the parked car outside, and making out in the maintenance closet at work. On what seemed to be another normal night for us, we were again in the parking lot out front and fogging up the windows with our heavy breathing. I needed air so I slightly opened up the back door though didn’t plan on the inside light being so bright, illuminating everything within.

“Sorry—,” I said, trying to shut the door. “Leave it,” she suggested.

“What if someone walks by?” She said nothing, smiled, and just resumed onward with the routine.

It didn’t matter how many mistakes either of us had made—, we’d found that we were very in tune with one another. She was a different sort of sexy—, our movements were a different type of love-making. I began wondering if everything that’d happened to the two of us didn’t directly lead us into each other’s lives. Maybe fate was still alive and well after all.

We decided to go out to a nearby bar with some co-workers one night. The atmosphere reminded me of older times but I could tell she wasn’t that comfortable. We sat side-by-side as she took out a pen. She brought the drink menu closer to us and wrote O.O.M.E. in the corner. I stared at it for a while before feeling a smile taking shape. I looked at her and mouthed the words silently; Out...Of...My...Element. She smiled back and nodded.

“I’m pretty tired tonight,” I began to say to the entire group, planning our escape home and back into each other’s arms. “I think I should get going.”

“Okay—,” she followed up. “Then that’s it for me too.” We were good with each other like that—, knowing what we’d both feel without having to explain too much. We related to one another through a type of shared-introversion.

That autumn, she started school again and was taking nursing classes three days a week. I made sure to wake up early in the mornings and iron out her white dress clothes so that I could place the patches on them in their appropriate spots.

“All set,” I’d say to myself, laying out the lab coat with pride on the ironing board before trying to make her breakfast in bed. At night, I’d flip through her college books and begin recording the assigned chapters so she could follow along as she listened through headphones later on. Sooner or later, we’d have to break apart and wait for another day to come around before seeing each other again. “You know what it’s like, leaving you?,” I’d ask. “It’s like there are two separate worlds—, yours and mine—, and when we’re both asleep and dreaming, we meet on this bridge we’ve created that connects us together.”

“That’s perfect,” she replied. We held onto each other as tightly as possible—, physically and emotionally. We’d both been through our own battles with broken relationships and we knew very well to treasure the good times we were having together.

The honeymoon stage was well on its way with us. In-between reading aloud our favorite books or stories to each other, we’d play our favorite movies, songs, and shows. The only heaviness we’d feel would be when dusk would come around and she’d have to sometimes leave to go back home.

“See you on our bridge tonight,” she’d say with a smile. With that, she’d be through the front door and headed down the stairs outside my apartment only to return less than twenty-four hours later. Things had turned around and I was finally feeling the warmth of love on my shoulders once more.

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Also! Some people choose to be really dense about this but your genetics do influence your frame. Yes, it's possible to be naturally thin, but also naturally chubby. Not that calories vs calories out doesn't apply to you, just more your metabolism, how slow and fast it is, how athletic you naturally are.

absolutely. Some people will err towards skinnier naturally, some people will err towards chubbier/curvier despite living similar lifestyles. You’ll also have weight dispersed in different places and in different shapes right, like with my body, even when I was size 0, I didn’t have a thigh gap (I really wanted one lol but that’s just not how my legs work evidently). There is gonna be a limit to what you’re able to do, even with maximum effort tbh. And there’s nothing wrong with admitting that you’re putting in effort. And there’s also nothing wrong with saying “I don’t worry about this type of thing too much but do have a fast metabolism” or whatnot but if that’s the case you still won’t look like Lauren did on Gilmore Girls lol you’ll just be on the slim side of straight sized 🤷🏻‍♀️

Also some teenagers/early 20s people have legit like scary fast metabolisms. So it is possible to eat literally anything you want and be mildly active when you’re 17 and be tiny. It’s uncommon after like 25 and nearly impossible once you hit your 30s+ - not that you can’t be in shape but you are gonna have to think a bit about it. Unless also you just PREFER a lot of nutrient dense things/“healthy” cooking - I have a friend who just cooks that way and doesn’t much like going out and doesn’t drink a lot at all and does a bit of regular exercise and she’s stayed skinny through her pregnancy tbh but I don’t think with a lot of effort. That’s just her preferred lifestyle. If she ate takeouts and such more often then imo that’d be different.