#the records were made by NERDS and i adore all of them

[uncanny-tranny]

Please, if you have nothing else to do, please look at what is on the Golden Records, alongside the Soundcloud uploaded by NASA of the greetings recorded on the record. There is such a quiet vulnerability to knowing that these records have been created and are at the mercy of whomever finds them. I hope they love us as much as I love them.

I hope we can send more out - we deserve to be remembered, alongside this entire world. There is truly no place more special to me than this world💛

[princessbrunette]

i need a longer blurb of jj teaching reader how to smoke 🙏🏻 possible shotgunning

i was hoping someone would ask teehee ♡

suggestive themes down below, mentions of weed etc

jj cringes at himself as he taps the cracked screen of his iphone, hitting play on the spotify playlist titled simply with the leaf emoji — a subtle and yet juvenile nod to it being his smoking playlist. what kind of nerd actually has a playlist made and ready to hit play when hanging out with a pretty girl, he thinks — cheeks a little red under the dim light. his shitty speaker hiccups and splutters before playing the music smoothly, just as he comes to drop down beside you on the comfy old couch.

“anyway, fuck uh— i don’t remember. it doesn’t matter.” he waves a hand, pushing his heels into the ground to lift up his hips so he can pull the rolled J out his back pocket.

“your concentration is terrible.” you tease with a giggle, legs tucked beneath you. he recalls you looking particularly adorable in that moment, and his brain malfunctions for a second as he looks at you before he forces out a response.

“uh… yeah — i got that letter thing.”

“adhd?”

“thats the one.” he presses his fingers tightly around the compact J before patting his front pockets for a lighter. “you smoke?”

it was the first time you’d had the privilege of hanging out with just JJ alone. you were sarah’s friend, and had tagged along with her to a few pogue hangouts when she’d started dating john b. you all seemed to get on well as a group, and you were pretty meek and shy most of the time — which they found pretty endearing, so they kept you around. you were harmless, and brought an oddly charming sense of innocence to their reckless and vulgar world. you’d started harbouring a little crush on JJ since you’d met, all smiles and doe eyes whenever he was up to his usual nonsense. he was loud and untameable, but always made an effort to behave around you. the special attention made you melt.

“JJ you’re yelling.” pope would accuse and the blonde would hold his hands up.

“sorry.” he’d apologise before turning specifically to you. “sorry. those pretty ears. shouldn’t be hearing that.” he waves it off and continues with whatever rant he was on, but your smile doesn’t go away for like 2 minutes.

his effort didn’t go unnoticed by the pogues, and since you weren’t technically a pogue yourself — and it wouldn’t be breaking any pogue rules, john b and sarah specifically had encouraged the two of you to hang out alone, leaving JJ the keys to the chateau. it made total sense to them, john b desperately wanted jj to be happy (and to get some, from a nice girl.) and sarah was enthralled by the idea of double dates based off ideas she’d tucked into a pinterest board. whilst the blonde was infamous for making bad decisions, he wouldn’t let turning down alone time with a pretty girl be another on his extensive track record.

you eye him where he sits beside you on the small cushy couch, shifting a little — springs clinking beneath you suggesting it may have been a pull out bed. “i’ve never… i haven’t done it before.” you shrug, embarrassed. you envied the pogues in that way, whilst you’d been sheltered your whole life up into adulthood, they’d been able to explore themselves and figure out what they like.

his eyes widen a little and his mouth forms a surprised little ‘o’ shape, before nodding quickly and stuffing the J back into his pocket.

“what are you doing?” your brows furrow.

“don’t wanna make you feel weird, if i smoke ‘n stuff.” he waves a hand dismissively and you shake your head with wide eyes, sitting up a little in your seat.

“oh, no i don’t mind! don’t let me stop you.” you smile as reassuringly as you can. he looks at you for a moment, fixing his hat on his head before pausing a little and turning more toward you.

“totally shoot me down if you don’t wanna but…” he pulls the J back out, slowly and cautiously like it’ll scare you if he moves too fast. “you down to learn? heard i’m quite the teacher.” he smirks, but there’s a friendly twinkle behind his eyes that just makes him so approachable and non-intimidating that you feel completely safe.

“m’kay, yeah, i’ve always wanted to know what it feels like.” your voice is soft behind your wide smile and he wants to slap himself for staring at you for so long.

“alright, that’s the spirit.” he mirrors your grin, tossing his lighter in the air and catching it.

“i didn’t know smoking was something that needed to be taught.” you comment, shuffling a little downward so you can lean against the couch more— getting as comfortable as you can in your sweet little sundress. you were sat so close now you could feel his body heat radiating onto you, and it was doing something crazy to your stomach. that, and the way he looked, manspreading casually on the couch, white tee and black sweatpants, frowning in concentration as he presses the joint between his lips, holding a flame to the end of it until it glows and then shaking out the flame.

registering your words, he sends you a little face of mock offence that makes you giggle. he inhales deep and holds the smoke in his lungs, voice strained when he responds. “nah, this shit is an art form. ‘course it can be taught.” exhale. you find you’re holding your breath too.

“yeah this’ll be good for your first time, asked my guy for somethin’ weaker cos’ i didn’t want you to think i was bein’ a weirdo or whatever, smoking you out with the strong stuff so i can be creepy. i know some guys do that.” he rambles before taking another shorter toke, brows creased as he concentrates on his mini review.

“you bought weed especially for hanging out with me?” you smile kindly and he gapes for a millisecond, holding the J between his fingers and he blinks, caught out.

“yeah.” he shrugs. “s’like buying you flowers. but better.” he shuffles closer to you on the seat. before you have time to overthink the flowers comment, he’s carefully holding the joint to your lips, his own eyes wide and already a little glossy.

“i’m nervous.” you giggle, briefly holding his hovering wrist to stabilise you both.

“hey, you’re in good hands i swear, i’ll look after you.” he promises, free hand cupping your cheek with a teasing but far from unkind expression. “you’re my little baby tonight.” it was made to be a joke but your stomach does a little somersault.

“‘kay.” your lips brush the tip of the J and he has to force himself not to think something inappropriate.

“what i want you to do is breathe in and then hold it, ‘kay?” he instructs and you do so, eyes looking to him for guidance. it burns and tickles your throat at the same time but it’s not awful, you don’t even cough. maybe this is rare, because he grins when you squint— holding it in your chest. “atta girl! see, you’re born for this. breathe out for me.” his voice is closer, and therefore quieter, more intimate. you’re a lightweight by nature, so by your second toke the delay starts to unwind and you start feeling a buzz.

sativa by jhené aiko starts to play through the cheap speaker by the time you’re really feeling it. he’s talking to you the whole time, talking you through it, praising you. your whole body feels hot and you revel in the euphoria of feeling so safe and comfortable in someone’s presence. you lean against his shoulder a little, giggling over a little anecdote he told you about his day with pope.

he’s grinning with pretty pink eyes, turning to look down at you, really look at you close up. his heart stammers because you’re so damn beautiful and he nearly chokes on smoke. that would have been embarrassing.

“you’re cute.” he lifts his cap for a second, running a hand through his hair and you tilt your head, joint still clasped between your fingers.

“really?”

“totally. i’d complain about anyone else getting lipgloss on the joint, but you’re cute so you’re allowed.” he jokes and you’re off again, leaning more into him as you chortle. his arm wraps around your shoulders, pulling you closer until your head rests against him. he looks down at you, a warm smile bordering on chuckle spreading across his face at the way you’re gazing up at him like he hung the moon and stars for you. “y’wanna learn something else?” he offers and you’re slow, but eager— eyes widening hazily and nodding clumsily.

“alright. y’trust me, yeah?” he adjusts his position a little.

“mhm, yeah i do JJ.” you’re all dazed and openly crushing. he seems pretty into it and you’re glad, because someone a little meaner might find it pathetic.

he takes your hand holding the joint and brings your fingers that clasp it to his lips, where he then takes a hit. his palms encase your jaw, pulling your face to his. he pulls ever so slightly, so your mouth gapes before he’s breathing the smoke slowly into your mouth. your heart hammers, and your hands are frozen but you get the hint and inhale, feeling the second hand burn. you open your eyes, not remembering having closed them and he’s staring at you— and you don’t get the chance to pull away because he’s closing the gap again and pressing his lips fully to yours.

you let out a quiet moan at the surprise, the sound from your throat a lot more vulgar than intended and he pulls back after a moment, eyes flickering between yours.

“sorry.”

“dont be. i wanna do it again. can we?”

“the smoking thing or the…” he trails off as you lean in slowly, a curious and sweet expression tainted with a glossy haze of intoxication and lust. you’d never been like this before with anyone, hell— you’d never felt like this.

you press your lips to his, kissing him simply before pulling back. your brows pinch together and be bites back a smile, thumbing at your cheekbone.

“wh’sthe matter?” he whispers.

“there’s more you need to teach me.” you bat your eyelashes at him and he feels himself wake up from the waist down, subtly adjusting himself.

“well we got all night.” he teases before leaning in, this time his mouth taking the lead. the joint is put out and forgotten about as he presses an open mouthed kiss to your swollen lips. “didn’t i say i was a good teacher?”

[berenwrites]

Quiet - Stranger Things - Steddie - G

Rating: G | cw: none | tags: D&D, future fic, Corroded Coffin made it, Eddie lives, fluff

Prompt: Love is sitting in comfortable silence together doing their own thing (@steddieasitgoes)

A/N: Written for @steddielovemonth day 6. I love the idea of Corroded Coffin being a big name, but still being nerds at heart, so this is what I went with.

Also on AO3 | All My Other Stranger Things Fic

Quiet: But Far From Idle

Eddie tapped his pen against his lips as he tried to come up with a dastardly trap for the D&D campaign he was writing. He could use the laptop, but he’s old school and he likes to write things out by hand. It gave him a chance to doodle at the same time.

The fact D&D had made Corroded Coffin relevant to the youth of today rather than finding them via their music was ironic, but he was not arguing with it. It had been Steve’s idea to record one of the band’s campaign sessions and put it on YouTube with clips on TikTok because D&D had become popular again. The band were still touring, still releasing albums, but the social media thing had brought in a whole new generation of fans.

Their new album was nearly ready for release, so Eddie was writing a campaign that incorporated some of the themes from it. Part fun, part advertising. Their record company had been thrilled by the extra attention and had even planned time into their upcoming tour for filmed D&D nights to keep the fans happy. Writing D&D campaigns was now almost as important as writing new music.

Eddie was having a ball.

He glanced over to where Steve had the other end of their dining room table with various large pieces of paper spread everywhere. Steve had a pink hairband pushing his silver-fox hair back to keep it out of his face and his glasses were perched on the edge of his nose. There was a red pen behind his ear and a green one in his hand, and his tongue was poking between his lips as he concentrated.

It was all utterly adorable.

While Eddie planned fantasy, Steve was going over venue security for the beginning of the tour. Steve took the band’s security very seriously. They had a professional team these days to handle everything, and Steve let them do their jobs, but he always insisted on checking. Gone were the days when their only security was Steve in the corner with his baseball bat. However, Steve couldn’t let it go. It was a hang-up from the Upside Down days when they had had no one to rely on but themselves.

They had both almost died, so Eddie could very much understand Steve’s need to make sure those around him were safe.

Steve liked to go old school with paper and a pen as well, and from the looks of it he had found quite a few things wrong with at least one of the venues. The printed plan was covered in red notes. Eddie smiled to himself, knowing that nothing would ever get past Steve.

“Need anything, Sweetheart?” he asked as Steve changed pens while glaring at the venue plan right in front of him.

His husband looked up, blinked, and then smiled.

“No, I’m good, thanks,” Steve said. “How’s the campaign going?”

“They will not know what hit them,” Eddie replied with his best evil grin.

“They never do,” Steve said, glancing back down at the sheet of paper he was currently studying. “You should have a t-shirt made with the old hell-fire logo to make sure everyone knows you’re a demon,” he added as he circled something in red.

Eddie laughed as he lost his husband back to his self-appointed task. He took out his phone and made a quick note to ask Liz, his assistant, about t-shirts before focussing down on his notes again. Steve always had great ideas. It was one of the many reasons Eddie loved him with all his heart. He counted himself one of the luckiest guys on the planet as he went back to quietly planning how to put his best friends into mortal peril.

All My Other Stranger Things Fic

[ofmdrecaps]

07/16/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Rhys Darby: The Cryptid Factor / Gold Derby Nomination!; David Jenkins; Taika Waititi; Rita Ora; Samson Kayo; Nathan Foad; Kristian Nairn; Erroll Shand; Darby Family Foster Kittens; Galaxy Con Raleigh; Articles; WBD News; Love Notes; Daily Darby / Today's Taika;

Hey lovelies-- just a quick note, thank you for all of your lovely notes in the tags and comments, and twitter <3 I don't get to respond to the tags especially, but I want you to know I do read them and they mean the world <3 Thank you so much!

== Rhys Darby ==

New Episode of The Cryptid Factor is released on Spotify-- 097 The Name Song Episode!

Source: Rhys Darby's Instagram Stories

Some very excellent news-- Rhys and OFMD have been officially nominated for the Gold Derbys! You can vote on them on the Gold Derby website! Thank you to @adoptourcrew for spreading the word!

Source: Adopt Our Crew Twitter/ Gold Derby Twitter

== David Jenkins ==

Chaos Dad is sending our beloved Captain some good vibes for his Gold Derby Nomination! Get it slut!

Source: David Jenkins' Twitter

== Taika Waititi ==

Taika and Rita worked on a short film with & Carlo Van Der Roer that's truly mesmerizing, check it out below: "Toru, 2024 is a collaboration between New Zealand artists / filmmakers Taika Waititi and Carlo Van de Roer. A three channel video installation, inspired by the significance of Tokotoru, or Trinity, in Maori culture, the work weaves together themes of unity -- earth, sea, sky -- and references to mythology, including the Maori myth of Tane retrieving three baskets of knowledge -- the basket of light, the basket of darkness and the basket of pursuit. Each film operates as a different recollection or interpretation of the same performance and space. A filmmaking approach called PlateLight enables the same moment to be captured with different lighting conditions. This results in three versions of the same film, presenting a record of the past as photographically accurate, yet fluid and authorable like myth. Made with the love and magic of @stuetr@satellite_lab@mikeberlucchi@wearecasey@olivierwicki_la" - carlovanderor's Instagram

Source: carlovanderor's Instagram

More Taika and Rita being adorable together in Rome and making charms with each other.

Source: Paoline_Roma's Instagram

== Samson Kayo ==

Samson's been real busy lately-- Have you been watching House of the Dragon? You may catch him if you do! He was also kind enough to send a very kind Love Note everyone's way.

Source: Samson Kayo's Instagram

== Eroll Shand ==

More clips of Erroll in the new season of The Twelve!

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== Nathan Foad ==

Nathan's excited for Galaxy Con Raleigh, hopefully the sunburn will calm down by then, poor guy.

Source: Nathan Foad's Instagram

== Kristian Nairn ==

Hey European Crew! Kristian will be joining the Proud Nerd: The Weekend of Fire & Ice on 28 & 29 September this year! They'll be at Castle Satzvey! For tickets, you can visit Weekend of Fire & Ice

Source: Proud Nerd Conventions

== Darby Family Foster Kittens ==

Rosie giving us more and more kitten content, have I mentioned she's my hero lately?

Source: Rosie Carnahan Darby's Instagram Stories

== Raleigh Galaxy Con ==

Reminder! July 25-28 is Raleigh Galaxy Con! Join Con, Nathan, Vico, and Kristian on Saturday and Sunday!

Source: Galaxy Con Raleigh Website

In addition -- some of your crewmates are hosting Calypso's Birthday, an OFMD Fan Meet-Up on Saturday July 27 from 7PM - 9PM at Ruby Deluxe! You can check out the venue at www.queerraleigh.com!

Source: @ leahbelle_'s Twitter

== Articles ==

Several articles today-- one with more info on the Gold Derby TV Award nominations, and the others related to WBD and the situation going on there. Thank you to @adoptourcrew for sharing so many helpful articles!

Source: Adopt Our Crew Twitter

== WBD News ==

On top of the articles mentioned above, our fabulous crewmate Ashley, aka Seven_Sugars on Twitter give us a bit more context on what's going on.

Source: @ Seven_Sugars on Twitter

It also looks like there's more fuckerys planned for August 7th! Keep an eye out on @adoptourcrew's socials for more info!

Source: Adopt Our Crew's Twitter

== Love Notes ==

Hey there lovelies! It's already Tuesday, and I sure hope you are staying cool as best you can (if you're in the hot part of the world-- and viceversa if you're not!) I wanted to bring up Samson's love note again,

"You deserve someone who is good for your mental health". It really is so true. When it comes to your partner, or your friends, your family, any people that you interact with on the daily-- you deserve people that are good for your mental health.

You don't have to be perfect to deserve it-- you don't even have to be in a good place mentally or physically, you just have to be you-- and you have always deserved it, since the day you were born. I hope if you already have those people, they stay in your life, and if you don't right now, you find those people that make you feel safe and healthy.

Rest well lovelies, drink some water and get some sleep <3 Some more love notes from TheLatestKate:

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== Daily Darby / Today's Taika ==

Tonight's theme is hot men wearing pink (or coral? They both seem pink to me.) Tonights gifs courtesy of the marvellous @fandomsmeantheworldtome and @mulder-isms!

[nbmudkip]

ok im sorry i realized pandemonium is close and got to thinking and im pissed as fuck about tsukasa’s lims again. prsk devs were really like “Ok guys let’s give this guy two of the most banger lims in the game-“

“Yes great perfect. Ok now as soon as ny3 ends let’s pivot 180° and beat him to death with a rusty metal pipe.” like for the love of god. since then we’ve had three kasa lims, and they are, in order:

managed to ruin my literal top dream mixed lineup of ruishizukasa by having leaks tease the thrilling concept of tanuki/kitsune limkasa and then ended up being Walking Nerd Emoji in a Plain Middle Schooler’s Uniform. when lineup and card set theme leaks dropped i was literally gearing up to podium this event, i wanted it to be my t3, and then the cards dropped and made me so mad i dropped to maybe t100 if i’m bored enough

very pretty card art at least but my literal least favorite limkasa hair especially in terms of 3dmodel + previous world record holder for Most Boring Lim Costume

*audible snarling* fucking kasafes. fucking new world record holder for #1 Most Boring Lim Costume and on a fes card of all things. fucking plain white cotton tshirt HGTV sugar free breakfast syrup commercial ass sitting in a boring suburban kitchen holding a piece of bread. “what’s that?” said the devs. “you were excited to see tsukasa’s version of the concept of fragment sekais, the reality-bending time-warping realms of pure feeling given physical form where characters come face to face with deeply symbolic fantastical scenarios and confront reflections of their deepest emotions? you wanted to see how creatively we could address the myriad of different complex patterns of thought that make tsukasa who he is, and were excited to see which of many unique and interesting routes we could’ve taken to explore him at his roots? ha! hahahahaha! No. You get breadboy.”

LIKE. GIRL. HELLO. you have GOT to be shitting me. these are the lims we’re getting? for TENMA FUCKING TSUKASA of all people???? i could pull up to the most boring outfit competition in my last job’s uniform tshirt and a pair of uncomfortably textured khakis, and if i got up backstage and saw my opponents were these three chucklefucks, i would piss my pants in soul-crushing terror knowing i was miles out of my league.

LIKE??? WHAT HAPPENED?????? compare them to his first three lims’ fits and hairstyles:

the fuckin reverse glowup from those to the latest three is unreal. absolute shitfest. world’s most rancid dimdown. someone get my boy some fucking CLOTHES

as i always provide on my kasaposts, please see my approved hater license below the cut:

i adore him guys i swear. im mad on his behalf not mad at him

[tellthemeerkatsitsfine]

Okay, so. The saga from my last couple of posts. About this spreadsheet that I made:

I've looked into it more. And by "looked into it more", I mean, mostly, that the British guy I know has further explained to me what the cultural differences are, between Britain and America, in the definition of a milkshake. And I'm going to assume we can roll in Ireland in with Britain on this one, as I've not been able to find any differences from some Googling. So I'm going to assume that when David O'Doherty and Andrew Maxwell say "milkshake", they mean the same thing that British people mean by it, which it turns out is a completely different thing than what I mean. Maybe especially so twenty years ago. Apparently they have more actual milkshakes there these days.

But in 2002, apparently, most places did not make milkshakes. They made "flavoured milk". And called it milkshakes. And one of those flavours was chocolate. But they didn't call it chocolate milk. It was a milkshake. I straight-up did not believe this until I was sent some screenshots, which I shall now pass along:

The last post in that second screenshot is all you really need to see, to explain the situation. I didn't find it myself when I tried Googling this, because I was looking up things like "What do they call chocolate milk in Britain?" It hadn't occurred to me to look up what they're calling milkshakes. Because the answer is chocolate milk. They're calling chocolate milk milkshakes. And once I'd read those Reddit posts, I did understand the concept. But I still got sent one more screenshot to really drive the point home in a way that I found rather upsetting:

What the fuck? None of those are milkshakes. But more than that, none of those are necessary. It's not just that they don't say "chocolate milk" there. They say "flavoured milk", and it can be strawberry or banana flavour too. In milk. Why? Why would you have that? I do not like it.

So that puts an entirely different spin on the whole Edinburgh situation. My British friend has confirmed for me that, in Britain, it would be normal to go to a diner and order chocolate milk in a glass, even if you're over the age of 9. That would actually be more normal than ordering a milkshake, like an actual milkshake with ice cream, as most places didn't have milkshake makers. So when David O'Doherty says they got made fun of for drinking milkshakes, he means they were just going out after late shows and drinking chocolate milk.

Obviously I tried to look up the menu of the actual diner they went to, to see whether they offered "milkshakes" or "flavoured milk" and what flavours were on offer, but the place closed down in the years before restaurants all started putting their menus online. I do have a Google Earth screenshot of it from 2005 archived data:

They advertise: Cafe. Bar. [Alcohol] license. Meals. Snacks. Drinks. "Till late". It sure looks like a place where I might go for a milkshake. Not just to drink chocolate milk.

I mean, the main thing this changes is I think I'm on Glenn Wool's side now. The story of the Chocolate Milk Gang has been framed as the comedians who went to bars to get drunk after shows making fun of the CMG nerds for drinking milkshakes instead. Like an 80s high school movie with jocks and nerds, only with more cows getting destroyed.

For the record, from all accounts this sounds like friendly joking around (with the exception of David McSavage, who is the worst person in the world), I don't want to start any retroactive claims about genuine animosity from twenty years ago. Look, there are adorable pictures of them all playing football (and/or rugby) together at what I'm pretty sure is MICF in 2003:

Back row, left to right: Danny Bhoy, Dave Gorman, Dan Antopolski, don't know, Glenn Wool, don't know, Lee Mack, don't know, Jason Byrne, Adam Hills

Front row, left to right: Charlie Pickering, Daniel Kitson, David O'Doherty, don't know, Noel Fielding

You can also see Glenn Wool in this clip from Late 'n' Live on August 19, 2003 (a week or so before Cowgate night), with Daniel Kitson compering a fight between Jason Byrne and David O'Doherty, and Glenn Wool really throwing himself into the role of DO'D's manager:

See, look at this adorable screenshot, with 8 pixels per inch, of David O'Doherty jumping into Glenn Wool's arms to celebrate beating up a bubble wrap-clad Jason Byrne. Do these guys look like enemy nerds and jocks from a high school movie?

(Actually, now that I look at that, it absolutely does look like it could be the end of a high school movie where everything gets out of hand in the school auditorium.)

However. Here is Glenn Wool at MICF 2003:

That guy, I have to say, does look a lot like the guy in the high school movie who bullies the nerds. He's even smoking on stage with... I mean, I think there might be a tiny trace of irony to it. But not really. Mostly unironically smoking on stage. I mean... this guy does look like someone who would take a kid's lunch money so that kid couldn't buy any milk at school that day:

Because that is what happens when you take a schoolkid's lunch money - they don't get their chocolate milk. Because that is where you find chocolate milk - in a school. You don't go out and drink it in a diner at 2 AM on a night out. I'm not saying you have to drink alcohol. It is very admirable that some comedians chose to either entirely abstain from alcohol, or at least to drink it at reasonable levels instead of succumbing to the pressures of showbiz substance abuse. But that's where you drink something like milkshakes. You don't go out for chocolate milk.

And that is where I come back to my new conclusion that actually, I think I'm on Glenn Wool's side. Because first of all, if I saw my friend going out to a diner late at night just to order chocolate milk, I would call that person "chocolate milk" for the rest of their life. And if that person tried to tell me, a Canadian, that their glass of chocolate milk is actually a milkshake, then I would definitely call them "chocolate milk" for the rest of their lives, just to really drive home the point that that is absolutely not a milkshake.

What I'm saying is, Glenn Wool's right, they were a bunch of nerds, and that is not a milkshake, and I'm glad there was a Canadian on the scene to say so. The name "Chocolate Milk Gang" - maybe it was never about a style of comedy, or a cabal of professional crossovers. Maybe it was just a Canadian looking at what the people in Edinburgh called a "milkshake", and saying, "absolutely the fuck not."

(Note because tone is difficult to convey via text: I am obviously kidding, chocolate milk is good for you and you should drink it wherever you want. I mean I would genuinely make jokes about it for at least five years if a friend of mine ordered that in a restaurant, but only in an entirely friendly lighthearted joking way, and only if we were close enough friends to have the sort of relationship where we lightly make fun of each other for silly things like that. Obviously anyone who spent their twenties drinking anything besides alcohol did a much better job than I did of being a person in their twenties. And I would not, even in the most lighthearted, jokey way, make fun of someone for abstaining from alcohol. But I would do that if their alternative of choice was chocolate milk, because that's the thing they give you at school lunch. Thank you for reading this clarification that I hope wasn't necessary, but I was worried I might come across as a genuine bully if I don't get the difficult-to-convey-through-text tone correct. Bullying is bad. But also, chocolate milk is not a fucking milkshake.)

...I've asked my brother if he knows Glenn Wool, and he said no, so unfortunately that potential avenue for finding out the truth for sure is shut down. But I'm sure it's out there.

[artzychic27]

Weird idea but what if we combine the ballad of Marinette dupain-Chang au I made with the favoritism au? Would that be fun or what?!

Is Nathaniel Kurtzberg my favorite character?… I think you know the answer to that

Anyway, I’m just imaging Sara Berry meets Carrie... Let's try that out. Gonna be a little hard since both stories are about prom and end in disaster, but whatever

Just to mess with her little fantasy world, Marc, Nathaniel, Lila, Chloé, and Félix run for King/Queen

Marinette doesn’t expect anything, but then Nathaniel starts catching up with Adrien in the polls

So, she actively threatens and sabotages them in private, but none of them are dropping out

Chloé and Félix rake in a ton of votes thanks to their connections

Especially Marc when Lila and Chloé give him a makeover

Lila: You look a lot prettier without all that black hair in your face.

Marc: Hey. I like black hair in my face.

*Cue 80s movie cliche where they take off his glasses, is super hot, and guys throw themselves at him*

Marinette is called in by Mme. Bustier, (You all know what she says if you’ve read Nerd’s Sara Berry au) and is now more determined to win

She orders her “friends” to get her more votes by any means necessary and demands nothing but perfection from Adrien so people will vote him King

Lila’s gym clothes are gone and participation in classes are mandatory to continue running? Chloé loans her a designer set that looks absolutely gorgeous on her

Getting Alya to snap embarrassing photos of Nathaniel? He. Can’t. Stop. Looking. Gorgeous!

Things only seem to go to hell when Lila is now tied with Marinette, and Marinette is just getting desperate

She berates her classmates for not being “good friends” and helping her win. But, little did she know, Aurore and Mireille were recording the interaction (From mentioning the sabotage to where and post it for everyone to see

Mme. Mendeleiev calls the Akuma Class in to discuss a proper punishment since M. Damocles is too lenient. So... M. D'Argencourt is gonna have them do an hour and a half of grueling physical education!... Otherwise, their prom tickets will be denied

Marinette isn't standing for this and urges them all to side with her, but none of them will, so she storms off in a huff while the others continue their punishment

However, some people are still loyal to her, so she uses that to her advantage. Cue Socqueline.

Nathaniel doesn't even care if this gets him more votes or not, he treats Marc to the best promposal ever, and he says yes.

Meanwhile... Marinette, Socqueline, and a few of her lackeys head to a paint store to pick up red paint because... Pigs are adorable and I refuse to kill one off, thank you, very much.

Look at this little baby! LOOK AT IT!

Done looking? Okay.

Prom is only a week away, and everyone is so busy prepping the venue that they don't notice Marinette and Socqueline sneaking up into the rafters with a mysterious bucket

Anyway... It's Prom Night! Yay! Marc, Nathaniel, Chloé, Lila, and Félix are looking gorgeous, taking selfies, dancing with each other, and again, looking gorgeous

Marinette and Socqueline sneak in through the back and hide behind the stage where the rope rigged to the bucket it set. Socqueline's lackeys mess with the ballot box and fill them full of fake cards with Marc and Lila's names checked off

The Akuma Class even apologize to the five of them, and while they don't entirely forgive them for siding with Marinette for so long, they leave it alone so they can enjoy the night

Finally, it's time to announce the King and Queen... It's Marc and Lila

Marc: Holy shit.

Lila: YEAH! Gimme that crown! *Runs onstage*

Félix: She's gonna sleep well tonight.

Everyone's clapping, all happy and stuff... Then Nathaniel notices something and heads backstage where he finds Marinette and Socqueline getting ready to pull a suspicious-looking rope.

He somehow manages to stop them with his noodle arms and pushes Marinette into the middle of the stage... Right when Socqueline pulled the rope.

Marinette is drenched in red paint, and it's only when people start pointing and laughing that she officially snaps. She storms out of the room to go find the fuse box, and cuts off the lights

Students begin to panic, others try to keep calm. Félix decides to treat himself to some punch to settle his nerves... Only to collapse on the floor as someone had poisoned the punch

Amidst the panic, Lila gets bashed on the head with a blunt object, a rock

Chloé's final words are, "Oh, fuck!" when her head is bashed against the wall several times

Nathaniel is found with his torso cut open and his remains were found splayed across the floor, left to marinate

When going to investigate, the teachers find Aurore had drowned when someone pushed her head in the decorative fountain in the corner of the room. No wonder she had been so quiet

And finally, Mireille's unattached body parts were found all over the room

And e's are for the easy ways in five minutes tops, Marc brought an n for end by calling the cops. (What a bitch)

... Well, that's what I got. Any ideas?

[earlgreytea68]

Since we’re all kind obsessed with that excerpt from joes book (and for good reason it’s gold) I’m adding my thoughts:

1) I know we’re focusing on the peterick of it all bc it’s great but something gets to me about joe latching on to Patrick and his voice, like listening to the demos, showing them to pete, insisting they get him to sing even though pete didn’t like the recordings (which is hilarious but speaking of eowyg era I can see why, Patrick was SO young). Like this teenage joe got into a debate with some random kid and listened to a shitty demo, but something in there made him go yeah, that’s it, that’s our secret weapon, and I’m not letting Pete leave until he hears it too. Their friendship…..

2) and okay now the peterick and the rest. I think it is a combination of everything you and others have mentioned, where Patrick is just a little magic in person when performing, there’s Something that even early on without as good a handle on his voice must have been there. And Pete was Gone from moment one when he opened that door like there’s a reason that memory is burned into his head so hearing him in person after that he didn’t stand a chance

3) my theory on what was different about Patrick singing is two-fold: iirc, the demos were songs hed written, and he’s said before that early on he sometimes wrote songs out of his vocal range bc he didn’t know what his range was and he wasn’t focused on the singing at all it was about the Music, so maybe he either just didn’t do much impressive or interesting with vocals bc that wasn’t the focus, or he wrote something that didn’t suit his voice. He also had different musical influences than the others so his songs just might not have been to their taste. But when he’s singing songs they know and love? V different situation, they get to hear him sing the style of music he would be for the band.

The second part of the theory is Patrick has also said that early performances bc he was nervous he started out more imitating how other artists sang and that confidence over time was partially learning how to sing like Himself. So for the audition if he were singing songs by someone else it might have been easier for him to perform if he was trying to match someone else’s tone and and delivery, and might have forced him to show off range and vocal agility and little more than songs he wrote for himself.

This got really long but combo of a lot of factors with a heavy dose of Patrick being adorable and endearing and clearly knowing his stuff with music if he can just pull out these songs on request

I love that Joe immediately thought Patrick seemed cool and he wanted to hang out with him more, like, he definitely recognized a kindred hopeless music nerd who he could keep debating with endlessly. And he was like, "So let's find something for him to do" lol

THE FACT THAT THAT MEMORY IS BURNED INTO HIS HEAD. Sorry, I will just never get over how vividly Pete talks about the first time he saw Patrick.

This is SUCH a good point, you're so right. Patrick doesn't think he's a singer. He never has and he definitely didn't back then. He didn't give his singing any effort at all, and you're right, he wrote songs out of his own range, he didn't know how to show his voice off and he wasn't comfortable doing it anyway. But yeah, he can totally imitate somebody else, why not, absolutely. That's not him performing, that's a persona, and that he can nail. And I'm sure that would held him come alive a little bit.

(I still, btw, think that Patrick doesn't consider himself to be singing. It's Pete who's singing. Patrick considers himself to be up there doing his best Pete impression, being Pete's voice because Pete doesn't sing for himself. That's what we're getting up there. We are the beneficiary of all the love and affection that Patrick showers upon Pete when he stands up there and delivers his words to us.)

[autumnwyvern]

idk why but I'm gonna soapbox for a moment. its MY blog and I get to decide when I post a rambly rant!

People need to get it absorbed into their minds that a translation error and a deliberate localization change are not the same thing. A translation error is when two similar sounding/looking words get mixed up, or (in the case of JP-ENG which is what I'm about to really get into here) really inconsistent romanizations for proper nouns, or characters getting misgendered/having the wrong pronouns. There are tons of things. Read Legends of Localization. Read anything with the title of "This Be Bad Translation" because they are extremely funny, and then read the more informative articles. Buy the books even. For even further FURTHER reading Capcom has a really good track record with their localizers just talking about their games and the decisions they made in articles/blog posts. Actually let me reference one now to make a point:

Maya Fey in the original script loves a big hearty bowl of ramen. Adores it. And girl... I understand. However if you've played the english Ace Attorney games you may recall in those she really loves a big juicy burger. Is this a mistranslation? Did the localizers somehow goof up and say burger instead of ramen? No. The global release of the first game came out in 2005 and at that point in time most Americans who knew was a real bowl of ramen was were either Japanese-American, been to Japan, or a huge stinkin anime nerd. Everyone else if you told them to imagine ramen they'd picture a cup noodle. So if you want to go for mass appeal you think to yourself. Okay. What would be the American equivalent in this situation. A hearty cultural food that one may want to get to celebrate a job well done. And they landed on burgers. It was a deliberate, thought-through choice. And while you, personally, may feel that it was a mistake. It fundamentally isnt. There is no 100% right way to localize something. Theres a lot of factors to consider! And sometimes a change in how these factors are approached leads to my next point.

A character having slightly different mannerisms or way of speech between games is also, not inherently a mistranslation. If you are my age consider for a moment the anime localizations of our youth. Digimon Adventure. Early seasons of Pokemon. Sailor Moon. They were really allowed to go "off-script" and ham it up and make a bunch of jokes that weren't in the original, but I look back on them fondly and I know others do too! Being more loose and going for the overall vibes and doing so in a way that (hopefully) appeals to your audience is a perfectly fine way to do things. But now anime (and manga) localization has changed a lot. There is a lot more emphasis on "accuracy" and having a "true" translation. Which like isn't a thing that exists. In fact, often times being too 1:1 literal makes a localization worse and clunky and weird. But the point is in more modern "accurate" translations those characters often act a little differently. Neither of those versions are wrong its just a different approach. But it is in Splatoon where I think you can really see it in stark contrast, because in the first game the North American localization were allowed to freestyle it a bit more. In general they gave characters more bombastic personalities and weird little quirks that like werent in the european english version at All. So Splatoon becomes a hit, it is like The Game that ppl are buying a Wii U for, so the sequels roll around and the leash gets tightened a bit. You will sometimes see people say things like the translations got Better or crack jokes about how nintendo must have fired the old guys or whatever. But what happened is. They are going for brand consistency. Now all the English scripts are mostly the same (sorry not sorry for infecting the european english version with briish Spyke). Which is to say they are trying to avoid different versions from having really different interpretations of characters but they are still in some ways allowed to put their own little spin on things. Which brings me to the actual. true reason for all this meandering.

No. Craig saying "I don't see species" is not a mistranslation. Its a localization choice. Here we have a situation where we are trying to convey an older man who isnt Hip with it anymore but kind off thinks he is. Just a real out of touch guy. He means well but still has some internalized prejudices. Americans are really familiar with people saying "I don't see race." Like. He is A Grandpa. That is an extremely grandpa thing to say when someone challenges them on if they are going to be chill that there is someone of a different race over for dinner. It's fine. If you had a strong reaction to him saying that thats good, even. Like idk I wasn't in the room when they made that specific choice but I imagine they wanted to licit that "oogh uh oh no you cant say that grandpa yiikes 😬" reaction. Like idk I think that was their intent and it worked. And thats why we are still talking about it years later. (also, as more of an aside. I don't think him being Nicer to marina/eight in the JP script means he isn't still kinda racist towards octolings? Like the first thing he does in splatoon 3's story mode is announce the octarians are back and Totally behind whats going on and need to be stopped. He says this even if you are an octoling. dude got divorced so hard he became racist, I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this. Marie is also kind of racist too. Sorry! that doesn't make them Bad Characters and that you are Bad for enjoying them btw. It just means they have character flaws. which is good and normal and cool.)

[ladytesla]

Breaking His Record (Gale x Tav)

(Mindless self-indulgent fluff featuring Mr. and Mrs. Dekarios. Usually my tav Medora is a Halsin girlie, but I do love an alternate ending in Waterdeep. No content warnings, just a couple of nerds being nerds. Be gentle lol)

it was one of the rare days in Waterdeep when the snow fell hard. It collected on the panes of the windows, and the balcony outside was unusable at the moment, the furniture nothing more than rounded lumps under a good three inches of snow. Glancing outside at the steel-gray sky made Gale even more content sitting where he was on the couch. He had a fire roaring in the hearth, the piano in the corner idly playing soft music as it always did, a glass of red wine and a plate of snacks on the end table within reach, Tara draped around his shoulders like a purring scarf, a cushion behind his back in just the right spot, and his new wife asleep beside him with her head in his lap.

Gods, Medora was his wife now. She had been for three months, but it still amazed him every morning when he woke up beside her, or every time he felt the weight of his new wedding ring. His family adored her, his friends welcomed her, even Tara tolerated her as much as a grumpy old tressym could. She had lost her home and her family. He had lost hope. And somehow, in their darkest days, they'd found it all again in each other.

That's a good line, he suddenly realized. Got to remember that one in the next chapter I write. His manuscript, chronicling what Medora jokingly called 'The Tadpole Adventures' only had a few chapters written out. Someday he'd finish it. He let his eyes wander drowsily over the sheets of parchment, the rich dark wood of the desk, the ink, the quills...

His lips suddenly curled into a small smile. It had been a while since he'd tried to break his record... and now was a perfect time.

He brushed the back of a finger over Medora's cheek to test if she was awake. She didn't stir. Perfect.

"Levitatus," he whispered, pointing to the jar of pencils and quills on the corner of the desk. It floated slowly across the room toward him and he gently caught it, wincing when some of them clacked together. It might as well have been a thunderclap with how quiet the room was. Still, Medora didn't move, not even when he took one pencil from the jar and gently, ever so gently, lodged it in the thick, messy bun of her hair.

He'd started doing it as a joke when they sat together at faculty meetings at Blackstaff Academy. She often had her hair tied back now in a careless half-knot at the back of her head, and she sometimes kept a pencil in it in case she needed to take notes on the fly. Due to the curls and thickness of her hair, it rarely ever fell out.

So what was one more? Her hair was so thick that it took ages for her to notice that he was slowly adding pencils to it. After that, she rarely let him sit behind her... but then their friends caught on and also began to try their hands at the pencil game. It became a joke among them, and Medora would always pretend to be exasperated, but she still laughed. The day she didn't was the day Gale would put a stop to it all, but so far it was still a mindless and silly little game. He still held the record of four, much to the chagrin of his friend Quill from the transmutation department, who had a wager riding on their other friend Inara who taught psionics reaching five. As nice as those numbers were, they didn't compare to how many he could get when Medora was asleep. That record sat at nine. And now here she was, bundled in a thick blanket, lulled into an afternoon nap by wine and the fire and the music (and, he hoped, the comfort of his presence), so it was unlikely she would awaken.

As he reached for another pencil and found a crochet hook instead for some reason, he felt small paws kneading at his shoulder. Tara was awake, and watching the show. He shook his head slowly, tapping a finger to his lips. Not a word.

She dug her claws in slightly, as if to say I can speak whever I very well please, thank you very much Mr. Dekarios, but stayed silent. Gale paused as he considered where to place the next (oh, it was a knitting needle this time). He couldn't go too close to the scalp, and also he couldn't dislodge any of the other objects as the accidental movement might wake her up. He wondered, as he slowly slid the knitting needle home, if this was what surgeons felt like during operations.

Gale held his breath as the ninth pencil (he'd moved on to quills now, actually) lodged in what was starting to look like a bird's nest. Still, Medora slept on. The song the piano was playing ended and he screwed his eyes shut and didn't move a muscle until another began. No unnecessary sounds. He was so close to breaking his record. He reached for the jar again, and his face fell. The jar was empty! He held it up for Tara to see, craning his neck to meet her eyes and pleading silently for her help. She rolled her eyes as only she could, then got up and with a tressym's grace leaped off the couch and silently padded out of the room. Gale sat and waited, hoping she'd hurry. He didn't know how long Medora would doze.

Finally, Tara reappeared, and oh gods yes he'd buy her as many fine treats as she wanted. She'd found the soft case with the rest of Medora's knitting needles inside. He took it gleefully, carefully unrolled it and withdrew another needle.

And... ten. The record was broken! Gale turned to silently celebrate with Tara, but she'd left the room. Of course she had. Not satisfied with simply breaking his record, he grabbed an eleventh knitting needle. Then a twelfth. And reached for a thirteenth.

"Get them out, Gale."

"Ah!" He hadn't been expecting Medora to speak, and the knitting needle fell from his hand in surprise. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, a wry smile on her face.

"I broke my record," Gale grinned, tapping her nose with his finger before starting to remove the various objects from her hair.

"Did you now?" She asked airily. "Or did I wake up midway through and let you think you were winning?"

"No..." he breathed, looking down at her in dismay. "You wouldn't!"

"Oh, I would," she grinned back. "Your record is invalid, my love."

"When did you wake up?" Gale asked as more pencils and quills clacked back into the jar.

"I'm not telling," she said simply. She sat up and stretched, then reached for the wine glass on the end table. Her own sat empty on the other end table, and his was still quite full.

"Oh no you don't!" Gale triumphantly held it out of her reach. "You're not telling because you don't know because you're lying through your teeth!" He grinned. "You slept through the whole thing and you know it! Admit it!" He leaned away, keeping the wine still out of her reach. "The record stands!"

"Wishful thinking!" She laughed, trying to climb over him to get the glass. He finally let her have it with an exaggerated sigh of annoyance, and she curled up closer to him with her prize and examined the contents of the jar.

"I was wondering where that knitting needle went," she mused, plucking it out of the jar and adding it back to her needle case.

"You need to stop leaving them all over the place," he chided as he settled an arm around her shoulders, twining a loose curl of her hair around his fingers. Once the wine was gone, she got up and went to the kitchen for the bottle to refill both off their glasses. They huddled together under the blanket, staring into the fire and listening to the music from the piano and the wind howling outside.

"The record still stands, though," Gale said after a while. Medora smiled and rested her head on his shoulder.

"We'll see," she murmured.  Gale turned and pressed his lips to the top of her head... mindful of the single quill he'd still left in her hair, just to see how long it would take her to notice.

[carmen-fics-for-thee]

The Girls' Sleepover

Summary: Carmen comes to see Julia again, hoping they can be friends. Julia arranges a 'girls night' and they have an old fashioned sleepover. Carmen decides to make a paper Valentine for her crush, and Julia realizes something about him. (Carmen and Julia friendship. Also CarChase ship.)

...

"Oh! Carmen. You came to the office...?" Julia said uncertainly.

There was the legend herself, Carmen Sandiego, poised in her long red trenchcoat and hat.

"I thought, you know... I could maybe get to know you a little better? Since you were so nice the last time we met."

Julia smiled sadly, knowing there might be another reason she was here. She'd felt it when her eyes softened around him. Deep in her heart she wished someone would come solely for her. But she'd do anything to ensure both of them happiness.

"Inspector Devineaux is not here today, he is busy on another mission. I could leave him a message for you if you like." She offered.

Carmen shrugged.

"What would I tell him...? Honestly, even convincing him I'm innocent would take days."

"That is true," Julia admitted. She thought for a bit. "Well, uh, what are you here for?"

She looked away, wondering what she could say. What would make Julia believe her? She really did come to see her after all.

"I don't know. We could do something that friends do..."

Carmen wracked her brain to think of something that wasn't a crime or a prank. She didn't want to get her new friend into trouble.

"Uhh..." Carmen said. "We could maybe have a sleepover? A girls' night?"

At this Julia brightened.

...

So starting off the girls night, Carmen wrote down all the things a regular sleepover would entail. They'd get their teddy bears ready, and then play a few games, tell scary stories, and finally fall asleep.

The room was small, a square shaped room, with a short bed in the north corner and a regular sized bookcase in the east corner. Posters of boy bands decorated Julia's room. There were also a few antiques she'd collected, an old rotary phone, a polaroid camera, a record player... even a retro desk lamp.

Julia was afraid Carmen would call her a nerd, but she was impressed.

"Wow, Julia! Who knew you were so cool?!"

She was taken aback. Pointing at herself hesitantly, she made sure she'd heard right.

"Me...?"

Carmen nodded.

Julia smiled.

They decided to make crayon drawings next.

On one drawing there was a huge coloured landscape of the Golden Gate Bridge, with Carmen swinging down from it with a grappling hook. Julia and Chase were in hot pursuit. It was hard to know what possessed Julia to make such an exquisite drawing, but she did her best, using the crayons to fill out the whole paper. Proudly, she held up her drawing to Carmen.

Looking up, Carmen smiled, holding the paper in her hands.

"Oh wow! ... Julia, this is amazing!" She looked over every detail thrice in her head. "You're a real artist!"

Chuckling, she showed Julia her own drawing. It was stick figures of her found family. All of the figures were smiling and holding hands. There was Carmen, Player, Zach, Ivy, Grey, Chase, and Julia. They were standing in a field of grass and flowers, with a smiling sun in the sky.

"Aww! Carmen, that's adorable!"

Her smile brightened.

Even moreso when Julia poked her sides.

"Juliiiieeee! Hehehhee, stop!"

Carmen decided to fight back, tickling Julia's sides as well.

"Hahahahaahaa! Carmen!"

Both of them laughed for a while.

Finally they decided to move on to making paper crafts. Carmen made a red heart Valentine with white lace. She couldn't really think of what to write on it; it should be nothing that could identify her as the Valentine sender, but romantic nonetheless. Finally she ended up with a red heart that said, "You're really something! - Your Secret Admirer."

She gave it to Julia to pass on.

Julia chuckled.

"He's really something, alright."

Carmen nodded, but this time she didn't smile. Noticing, Julia's gaze softened. Yeah, she'd messed up... She reached out her hand and offered a hug, not wanting Carmen to feel sad.

"I-I didn't mean it like..." Her eyes begged for Carmen to understand. It was true that she'd had to deal with Chase on a daily basis and he could be a handful. But she hadn't needed to rub it in. "I'm sorry."

Having looked away, Julia didn't realize when Carmen had accepted the hug; and her apology.

"It's alright. It was- it was just a joke." She forced a smile.

Julia took the Valentine from the floor into her hands. It was well made, no loose glue gun strings. The name Chase was written on the front in black crayon with drawn hearts surrounding it. Perhaps Carmen was wrong about not being good at art; her skills simply lay in a different kind of art. In any case, Julia wasn't going to judge her friend on her romantic tastes. There were good aspects of Chase too, and when you're the girl he wants it must feel pretty special. Wait a second. The girl he wants...

Smiling, and with a newfound optimism, she patted Carmen's back.

"You know what I realized? He's always thinking about you." Remembering all the times they'd spent chasing Carmen around the world made Julia feel a sense of happiness for her friend. Perhaps the Inspector was simply disguising his true feelings? If another woman asked him out, the Inspector would always turn her down. It was never about Julia, or any other girl. Only Carmen. She chuckled at that. "You're the only girl he wants. If he finally realizes the same thing, maybe we can get somewhere!"

Carmen looked up hopefully.

"What's your plan?"

Julia got out her phone. She called up Chase Devineaux.

After much arguing back and forth about the phone's ringing making him jump, letting the bad guy get away, Julia finally explained herself.

"Chase, think about it. What woman do you want most in the world?"

"Carmen Sandiego," he replied quickly and confidently. "I am sure to apprehend that thief one of these days!"

"No, no! What I mean is..." She paused and her voice grew softer. "Do you love her?"

He stumbled on his words.

"Ah-! W-what?! Preposterous! Why would I love that international theif? She's eluded me time and time again, frustrating me every step of the way, and you think I love her?!"

Julia frowned.

"Tell me, how many other women have you thought about in the past month? Name five."

A pause.

"There is um... there is you, right?"

"And...?"

He began to sweat. Looking around for answers, he tried to look for certain identifiable women in the crowd.

"There is um... that woman in the green dress over there! Ah!" He spotted another woman, quickly trying to describe her. "There is a redhead, wearing white! And um... over there! A brunette wearing yellow!"

"Inspector... Do you actually think about these women, or are you trying to evade the question?"

"Gah! Au Revoir!" And he hung up.

"Ha! Got 'im! Talk to you later, Inspector," She teased. And she hung up.

Carmen waited for what he said. Julia smiled.

"I think I got through to him... We'll just need to wait a while, since Devineaux can be very stubborn."

Seeing Carmen pull her legs up to her chest, beaming, Julia knew she made the right choice. It was nice to see Carmen so happy. One day, they'd put all the madness behind them.

Soon they went to sleep, cuddling their teddy bears.

It was a fun day, and Julia felt like she'd made some progress with Chase, finally.

The next day, Julia went into work and showed Chase the Valentine from the secret admirer. To her surprise, he didn't look surprised or make any cutting remark. He only looked at it with a longing look in his eye. Then he tucked it into his coat.

"Carmen..." He said softly.

Julia said nothing, not wanting to ruin the moment. Perhaps the Inspector was not as imperceptive as she'd thought.

[therubyreader]

My Review of Foul Lady Fortune

See a full list of my book reviews here

*Spoilers in the second part of my review*

Before I get into my review I want the record to show that I am dumb and accidentally read Foul Lady Fortune before These Violent Delights and Our Violent Ends. I'm placing full blame on my library app because it wasn't made clear enough in the book description that it was a spin off but I will be reading TVD and OVE (is this how we abbreviate them?) as soon as they are available.

Now into the review!

I have to admit right off the bat that I loved this book so much that I finished it in a day (I know, shocking) but it was the prefect blend of historical fiction, action, and romance. It's definitely a great spy story where you feel like you're on the mission along with the characters trying to solve it in real time instead of feeling left behind and out of the loop.

As a history nerd, specifically one who's been interested in the human experience surrounding World War II for as long as I can remember this book was a great insight into a part of history that isn't really explored in the US.

I can already hear you saying "Val this book takes place before WW2" and I know this, but the events leading up to the war are just as interesting to me as the war itself especially since I know next to nothing about the Chinese experience in the pre-war years.

This book does an amazing job of integrating historical fact with fiction, the opening sequence being based on the very real event that caused the Japanese invasion of Manchuria in northeast China. We also get a look into Chinese society as it is on the brink of war with the Japanese as well as dealing with their own internal civil war between the nationalists and communists. It's a great representation of how the civil war broke apart families with different beliefs and the struggles they both faced against each other.

We are introduced to Rosalind Lang an assassin for the nationalist government, the Kuomintang, who is able to heal from any wound and unable to age or sleep making her essentially immortal who is forced to infiltrate a Japanese newspaper company to uncover a terror plot tearing through Shanghai. Her partner, and fake husband (fake dating AU anyone?) for this mission is Orion Hong and they have to learn to work together for the good of their country.

Throughout the book we get some amazing action scenes and the author constantly backs our protagonists into a corner and each time you think they're about to get caught they manage to save themselves. There's also tons of twists and turns, constant betrayal, and a twist ending that will leave you speechless.

Also one the things I truly admired was the queer representation in the book, it is just a casual part of these characters and it's treated almost like as if the author was describing their eye color. It doesn't feel forced at all and is done so naturally you honestly might miss it if you blink. I love how they are characters that just so happen to be queer and their queerness is pretty much accepted by everyone around them.

I would recommend this book to anyone who enjoys mystery, action, and history with a hint of romance and I can't wait until the next part comes out in February.

*Spoilers Incoming*

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I could talk your ears off (or would it be read your eyes out?) about how much I absolutely adored Rosalind and Orion's dynamic. As soon as I realized they were a sunshine boy x grumpy girl couple I was hooked. There were multiple times I had to pause my reading to just scream because of how cute they were and it's honestly a little embarrassing.

I love how from the beginning Orion is all in on the mission fully committed to calling Rosalind his wife and immediately starts calling her "beloved" and "darling", both extremely adorable nicknames (@/God when will it be my turn) and Rosalind just calling him by his government name. Then as they got closer Rosalind just started calling him "darling" right back and the first time she does it is in their apartment when she doesn't have to keep up their cover. And I also loved watching the relationship progresses seeing them get more comfortable with each other and showing more physical affection (see Orion forcing physical affection onto Rosalind at all times until she just accepts it and starts reciprocating). Also it was great seeing Orion actually start seeing Rosalind as his wife to the point where he refers to her as such in situations where he had no reason to keep up the guise (like when Oliver and Celia come to visit).

I especially loved how Rosalind and Orion were super attentive to each other like when Orion was about to pass out because of his headaches and when Rosalind accidentally poisoned herself. Like them talking each other through these situations and really bonding beyond being coworkers and friends but actually for real falling in love.

Like I said earlier I loved how it felt like we were on the mission with Rosalind and Orion (and also by extension Celia and Oliver) since we were finding out about everything at the same time as the characters were. We don't suspect anything from their boss at their cover job and then it turns out he had been a nationalist the whole time seemingly out of no where. Though some people may feel like this is a poor writing choice and was just shoed in, I think it makes sense because we are experiencing the story through the character's eyes and if they don't find him suspicious why should we?

It's also super cool how Rosalind's specialty is poison since it's not only quick and effective but the only thing that can kill her, it's giving Augustus from TFIOS where he puts the cigarette in his mouth but doesn't light it, but in a much more bad ass way. And her poison hair pins are also so cool, alongside all of her other poison contraptions (the poison knives in her shoes???) were super inventive.

But the ending??? I honestly had so many theories as to who the killer was, I had honestly suspected pretty much everyone who wasn't in the main ensemble, but Orion???? Slap to the face. I had to put my phone down and hyperventilate about it (/serious). I honestly had not expected not only his mother to come back from (seemingly) the dead but also the accusations against his father were actually his mother's work with the Japanese to turn him into a weapon. I'm honestly kind of surprised that his super strength was so well hidden throughout the book, I would probably have to reread it to catch onto it a bit better because I can only remember the instance where he had his brother pinned up against the wall.

I've noticed not enough people talk about how Phoebe essentially bamboozled literally every single one of them. She played dumb to her advantage and no one suspected her of being a communist much less Priest. It honestly makes sense after Oliver told Celia that he commanded Priest, he most likely got his sister involved with the communists and him being in charge of her to make sure she was kept as safe as possible would be the best route to take. Honestly, girl boss.

Now I could keep going on about how great the book is (because it is and needs to be yelled from the rooftops) but I'll leave my review here, hope you enjoyed!

[angelprinz]

can i also talk about pervy nerd childe ... him getting so obsessed with you that he starts to purposely dropping pencils and removing the ink from the printer when you study together to peek underneath your skirt when you bend down.

he also secretly takes pictures beneath your skirt while youre too focused on finding that one book you need for the project. childe keeps the photos as a surprise for when he goes back home and spends the day trying to guess which color your panties were today before jerking off to them like the perv that he is :(. but he can't help himself your thighs looks so somft and the plush from the elastic of your thigh high socks drive his poor mind crazy.

not being able to feel you makes him so delusional that one day, he gets an idea and starts preparing his little scheme. all childe had to do was lie to you that the library was closed because of a seminary going on and you'd have no choice but to come over and work at his house ! genius plan, childe pats himself on the back thinking about it. ofc he'd have to do some cleaning, you can't be seeing all the photos that perv has of you all around his house, the kind of pictures that keeps his cock hard, even if they would seem innocent to someone else.

hes so ecstatic when u finally come over, like a litel puppy :( you thought it was adorable, but you were too naive to see it thru. you didnt know the hot chocolate he made for you would be drugged, what a shame. the concern in childe's eyes seemed real when you spent the first 30 mins apologising for being dizzy while doing homework on the coffee table with him. the dizzier you got, the harder his cock was and he couldnt wait till you'd fall unconscious to fuck you all over. after all, childe had no choice !! a pretty girl like you would never fall for a loser nerd like him. this was the only way he could have you. when u finally collapse on his chest, boobs pressed against his torso, small sighs escaping your soft lips, he just couldnt stop himself.

that pervy foxy man immediately got to work and carried you to his bed. undressing each part of your unconscious body, save for you thigh high socks, for him to see, touch and taste. taking your boobs in his mouth and rubbing your clit with his fingers. he was surprised when he heard small moans from your sleeping state, but that would only encourage him to keep going :( he did everything that he possibly do to you while you were passed out, he fingered your tight cunt and ate you out, childe gave himself a pussyjob and then actually fucked your pussy. that bastard even came inside (multiple times !! >:() just to see his cum leaking out of you, it turned him on even more.

childe rlly hopes you wont wake up during this but he plunged his overstimulated cock inside your mouth and thrusted. he knew your lips would be such a divine feeling around his dick,, like you were meant to take him. he opted on cumming on your boobs instead of your mouth because he couldnt have you knowing what he did! you would hate him :( but that didnt stop him from recording and taking pictures of the whole thing for future usage. when he was done, he cleaned his cum off of you and dressed you back up so you wouldnt suspect what he did to you. childe kissed your face all over when he was done, he loved you even more now and couldnt wait to do this again !!!

djjddjj i hope this isnt too long but perv nerd childe is one of my fave i truly love him sm jejdjjwj i cannot cant , i love yur blog btw

hhhhh anon this… so delicious i can’t <3 it’s so good i’m so in luv w him omg !!! my loser nerd childe <3 maybe next time he’ll try get into your house n rape you there >_<

[lokisprettygirl]

Love is Selfless, It's kind (Part 2) (loki x female reader)

Summary : After his breakup with Carla, loki comes back to see the sweet lady who helped him. You

Warning : steamy situations, mention of abuse

Tagging people who might be interested @purplekitten30 @colifower @rinacreateart @otakumultimuse-hiddlewhore @asipofwineandfandoms

Part 1

That's how I imagine him for this series 🥺❤️

There he was looking handsomer then ever. A simple black jacket, t-shirt underneath and black jeans. He made the most basic midgardian clothing look so hot good on him. He was looking around as if searching for someone. Was he looking for you? That can't be right, he wouldn't remember some random worker he met during one of the worst days of his life. He had someone with him, it was Hawkeye, one of the Avengers. As soon the people in the store recognised him, they wanted a picture with him, a selfie or something to sign. So there was a group of bunch of teens and nerds around them. Well Hawkeye basically, even though loki has saved a thousand lives since he joined Avengers, general public still stayed away from him. Some girl asked loki for a picture and you could see how happy it made him in the moment. He was truly adorable.

"I'm going to kill you loki, did you really drive me 20 miles to do unscheduled meet n greet in target of all places?" Clint glares at loki and it makes him chuckle "bask in the love my friend, you're the fortunate one" he looked around again, looking for the girl who helped him that day. And then his eyes met yours and he smiled. "There she is" you were on the other side, so he skipped his steps a little as he walked towards you. You felt nervous as he did, why did he come? Not that you didn't want him to but you were confused. "Hello y/n, remember me, I came last week, you made that beautiful basket for me and unfortunately I had to return it" how can you not remember him, you thought about him every day, Google searched him for pictures, is he here to take it back? Did he get back together with his cheating ex ? Maybe you should say something y/n, it's been 10 seconds you need to talk now. Don't beat Ross's record of the longest pause someone has ever taken.

"Ofcourse I remember you loki, how are you?" You ask him hoping he didn't hear the shakiness in your voice. "I'm doing well, I was..uhh mmm passing by from here and thought I would see how you were doing, so how are you sweet y/n?" Was he nervous too? why would he be nervous, you were just some random mortal. "I'm okay, well as good as I can be at work" you chuckle and it makes him relax a bit "umm would you like to sit down somewhere and talk ?"he asks you and you nod your head. You point towards the cafe, and he asks you to lead the way. "Your friend doesn't seem like he's having a great time" you look at Hawkeye and he looks like he's in literal hell, surrounded with bunch of kids n teens asking him to do different things.

"Don't worry about him, he should probably get used to this" loki smiles and it's the most infectious thing there ever could be, you can't just not smile when he looks at you like that. You both reach the cafe, and he pulls the chair out for you and you raise your eyebrows "ohh... You want me to" wow chivalry isn't dead huh. Why he is so cute? Instead of going to the other side, he picks his chair and places it right next to you. Too close, close enough that you can smell his cologne. And he smelled divine, well divine probably was an understatement. "So how are you doing loki, like how are you actually doing?" You ask him softly and he looks at you, did you care about him? It would be naive of him to think that. "I actually have an embarassing story to share, that night, after I left I went to Thor's birthday celebration. My brother thor?"

"Oh you don't need to introduce him" you giggle

"Figured, Ahehe, he brought this famous asgardian wine from his last trip to Asgard and I drank alot, like alot"

"And you did something you shouldn't have?" You interrupt him and he scrunched his nose in agreement. So adorable.

"Yeah, in my defense I was left unsupervised. So I drove back to Carla's apartment and created a humongous scene" he looked down and he looked sad, why would someone even want to hurt a guy like him. "Begged her to take me back and her new beau tried to throw me out and I shoved him into the wall, then she called the law enforcement and I spent the night in the midgardian cell ..so wow I am hearing myself and I sound like a lunatic" no he wasn't, it was bad enough that he was cheated on by someone he loved and on the top of it he had to spend his night away from his friends with no support. He was hurting and he was all alone. Your heart clenched at the sight of him. "You did what anyone else would have done in your place loki, it wasn't fair or nice of her to call cops, she could have called your friends, you know the Avengers? You didn't deserve to spend your night in the jail after you got your heart broken" You tell him and his eyes softens, you were so nice to him, so kind. But then so was Carla, when she met him, not exactly as nice as you were but he can't get carried away again.

"Thank you y/n, I just wanted to thank you again for that day for helping me and telling me that I'll be fine, I do feel okay for now" no that's not why he came today, he came because he wanted to see you, because he wanted to get to know you more, maybe be your friend? Would you want to be his friend? He had no idea, but he just wanted to see you again. "You don't have to thank me for anything, I did nothing" you squeezed his hand with yours and he smiled again, that damn smile. Maybe you shouldn't have touched his hand though, what were you thinking? "I wish I could take away the whole begging thing, it has been bothering me since" he chuckles a little but deep down he was embarassed.

"It's okay, forgive yourself for falling for someone who didn't deserve your love. I used to be with this guy I really loved like 3 years ago and then I caught him having sex with my best friend of 10 years, you know what I did after that?" You look at him and he nods his head in no, he had that typical quizzical look on his face. Damn adorable. Okay y/n, get a grip will you?

Loki couldn't grasp the notion of someone betraying you that too with your best companion. If you were his, he would die before..no stop that thought right there. "I had a full blown nervous breakdown, he broke up with me because he fell in love with her. And I was so dependant on him that I went on my knees and begged him to love me again, told him that I'll be better and more like her, we all make mistakes loki , now when I look back I cringe internally but hey I learned something and I'm stronger now" you smile at him but he didn't. The image of you on your knees begging and crying in front of some fool to love you saddened him, he didn't know you that well but he knew you never deserved someone who made you feel that awful. "I'm so sorry y/n" his eyes tears up a little bit and you're taken aback by his reaction. He was soft, maybe too soft for this world, this man in front of you, you could just tell he was still hurting and he was definitely love starved, maybe touch starved too.

"Umm sorry to interrupt but y/n you have been on this lunch break for 30 minutes now" you hear your supervisor interrupting your conversation and get up instantly "I'm so sorry I didn't realise..I'll get back now" you tell her and loki interrupts you "it's not her fault, please don't blame her. I'll let her get back to work" he stands up too and she smiles at him and gives me the eyes as she leaves "I'm so sorry y/n, I hope it wouldn't cause you much trouble, umm can I give you my information?"

"Don't be sorry please, I am glad you could share with me. And I'm sorry information?"

"The digits you have to share for this ? Cellular device? Mobile?" He takes out his phone and you chuckle. He was so from the other planet. Carla always scolded him when he embarassed her liked that, told him that he should have learned to atleast use basic midgardian tech by now but he didn't see the point of any of it. They have sorcery in Asgard, and they had people and birds who would pass around messages. All this was a little overwhelming for him.

"You're too cute" you smile and take his phone to save your number in it. Did you really just call him cute out loud, what a way to show him that you're totally not thirsting for him.

Did she just call him cute? Did you found him cute? he didn't say anything but his heart skipped a beat when you used the term for him and he blushed. As he takes his phone back he dials your number and you hear your phone ring. "I gotta go now okay? And by the way you should keep your phone locked, you know for security purposes" You tell him and he looks at you confused "umm lock as in lock it with a key?" Why was he so damn adorable, it made you want to wrap him in a blanket and snuggle him, you have used that word for him like a million times in your head now, "no loki, you have to use a code, tell you what, I get off work in like an hour so maybe I'll teach you how to do that?" You just wanted him to stay and you had the perfect excuse "yes please, I'll let you get back to work, I'll see you soon and I would definitely like to learn" he smiles, you wanted him to stay right? You wanted to help him with this stuff, you didn't make fun of him and you didn't even get mad at him for it. He couldn't have been happier.

That day you did teach loki more about his phone. You didn't judge him when he asked several questions about several things. Just admired how adorable he looked while he did. That day loki did drop you home and realised you didn't really live in a safe neighborhood, you couldn't afford it so he came to the store at the end of your shift everyday after that, when someday he couldn't because of Avengers duties, he would send someone, no matter how many times you insisted that you would be fine. That day Clint had to call a cab and flee because loki wouldn't just leave the store for hours. None of us like to talk about that to be honest. That day loki realised that he was going to fall in love with you and theres nothing he could do to stop it. That day you two became friends.

On your day offs from work, you both didn't meet. He would just miss you terribly and so did you. But you were just friends, nothing more so it's not like he could just show up at your apartment all the time. You two continued to talk on phone when he couldn't come see you and he told you about how he met Carla and fell in love, the more he revealed the more you got convinced that at some level she was emotionally manipulative and abusive to him, she used his need for affection and turned it into some silly little game. You didn't tell him that though, he really thought Carla cared for him atleast in the beginning of their relationship. But she would scold him and humiliate him for petty things, she didn't return his affections, no wonder he was so touch starved. How did she even resist though, you would be all over him all the time if he was yours, Clint told you how she would often punish him and cut him off for days if she was upset with him about something, he would be wrecked then he would go apologise untill she forgave him. Then she would tell him how much she loved him and they would have sex. Yeah definitely abusive.

"Do you have plans for tomorrow?" Loki asks you, you were doing the laundry while he was on call "actually I kind of have a date with this new guy from work" you tell him and he sits up on his bed. A date like a romantic date, you were going on a date with some mortal man. He felt his heart aching when he heard that. When you didn't hear him say anything you speak again "did you hear me lo?" Oh he heard you loud and clear. "Yeah I'm sorry, I got distracted with something" was he jealous? You couldn't tell, if he was interested in you he would have said something, you two have been talking and been friends for 3 months now. As much as you wanted more you were not sure about his feelings for you.

"Oh so yeah that's it, no other plans, what about you ? " You ask him and you hear shuffling in the background "y/n I have to go, I'll talk to you soon okay?" He says as nicely as he could and hangs up before you could say anything. You finish doing laundry and go back to your apartment and thought about this date and how much you didn't want to go, ever since your break up you have not been able to trust anyone, you trusted loki though. You knew he would never hurt you like that. You heard your door bell ring and it made your heart stop. Who could it be? You never have any visitors, you have to have friends for that, You looked through the peep hole and it was loki. Oh god it was loki, you ran towards the mirror just to fix your hair and see how you looked, not that it made a difference. You didn't even put make up on today so you looked your worst. You went to open the door and he looked sad? He had the same look he had when he came back to the store after he found about Carla.

"Don't go on this date, don't date him y/n" you look at him wondering what's going on in his head, you invite him in and he closes the door "loki what are you talking about?" He steps forward and he holds your cheeks with his hands "I don't want you to date him y/n" he repeats the same thing again as he looks right into your eyes "who do you want me to date then loki?" You ask softly, he looked so vulnerable, so pure, so hurt, all you wanted to do was make it stop. All the hurt, the self doubt he had, the insecurities, You wanted him to stop hurting, you were so done with him being hurt, it was so hard to watch that look on his face. "who do you want me to date loki?" You whisper as you grab a hold of his jacket with both of your hands and you pull him in closer to you until your nose his rubbing against the crook of his neck, you wanted to devour him right there "I uhh just want you to..I " he whispers but stops, you're too close, too close to him right now. Do you feel the same as him ? You must right? You treat him so nice, you have been so kind, so loving, but what if it's just friendship for you. He didn't want to lose you too "you what lo? Tell me what you need, what do you want from me? How do you want me lo? " You clutch onto him more tightly. Is he still doubting how you feel for him? Do you have to jump his bones before he'll realise you're crazy about him?

"I want you to be mine in every way, my sweet y/n, more than friends. Want us together, me n you, just me and you" he whispers like an afraid child and your heart soared at the confession, this sweet beautiful gorgeous man wanted to be yours and he wanted you as much as you wanted him "Then have me" you say to him and as soon as the words left your mouth, he turned his face and you felt his lips on yours as he kissed you for the very first time, slow and soft at first but then you feel his tongue asking for permission and it was in that moment you realised how far gone you were for him. There's no coming back from this feeling, this euphoria you felt as his tongue danced with yours, you were ruined. There's no way anything would ever feel as good as this, this was the purest form of love you have ever felt in your life. And you couldn't wait to have more of him, all of him, every little inch of him in every way. He pulls away after a minute or so and looks at you with pure adoration.

"I'm sorry darling, I should have asked first" God this boy will be the death of you someday. You push him against the door and then you kiss him with the same intensity as he did. And he finally stopped doubting and he knew he would never be able to stop this ever again, he would be needy and clingy for you, he would want to be all around you, all over you,all inside you and he would give you everything he had in him, and everything he had with him, whatever you desired, all the love, all the sex, every penny in the world, all the affection, yes definitely that, so much of that, anything you needed, he would make all your dreams come true, for however long you chose to be with him, even if it was just for a moment.

Or a lifetime.

Or till you find out who he really was. A monster.

Part 3

[kunimikat]

How they act after you break up with them.

(I made sure to check but there might be small grammar errors, and this is a long one so strap in 🙇, but hope you enjoy angst+fluff here) but not me actually feeling bad for them after-

Is more out of it then usual.

The reason you broke up with him is because you felt like it wasn’t a real relationship. And more like you sometimes got to talk during class, and sometimes out of school.

He writes in his a separate notebook of ways he could’ve done better

Starts comparing himself to other guys more often

Leaves earlier then everyone else to got to dorms.

Mumbles even more then usual, and sometimes the only person that can snap him out of it is Aizawa.

Sometimes takes it out on his friends

“Hey Deku!-“

“Not right now Uraraka.”

“Oi, Deku nerd, the-“

“Can you not right now Kacchan?”

“HAAH?-“

“Midoryia! Would you like to study?”

“Maybe later Iida...”

Todoroki offered him soba but it resulted in Midoriya slowly slurping up soba as he looked into the void of people

He shut everyone one out and didn’t talk barely most of the week.

He’d take out a lot of his anger during training.

It somehow finally clicks into place how bad you feel and how much you miss him when All Might pull you aside and asks. “Uhhh...Is Young Midoriya ok? I’m getting real worried....ITS NOT LIKE I DONT WORRY ABOUT MY OTHER STUDENTS HAHAHA! HOW’S-

There’s 15 minutes of your life awkwardly telling All Might how all your classmates are doing.

Which made you want to jump off the top of UA at the moment.

You decide to head to his dorm and ask him about it, cause you feel like it’s your fault.

You walk in on him crying, clutching the shirt you bought for him on his birthday.

You almost dropped to your knees in guilt at the sight

You rushed over and sat by him, comforting him, though it wasn’t much as you started crying too.

Basically a crying festival for an hour.

“Please....Please Y/N I love you so much, I promise I’ll make it work, and I’ll do my best to make it up to you, just please...PLEASE don’t leave me.” You kiss him on the lips and then his hand, “Babe it’s not all on you, I promise I’ll do better this time too, I’m so sorry for being selfish, I love you, ok?” Another crying fest.

After you start dating again:

Always makes sure you’re comfortable, and checks into your dorm before he starts a study session.

Helps you with your work before his. ( Though you insist he doesn’t as he’s gotten points off multiple times for turning in his work late.)

Goes on dates every time you have some free space in your schedules. Somehow ends up in an All Might merch shop 80% of the time.

!!CUDDLE SESSIONS AFTER HERO TRAINING AT ALL TIMES!! Even in Recovery Girl’s office, though many times she bops you both on the head and tells you to get out.

(If you both like All Might) You both geek out over new All Might stuff, and his old interviews while wearing an All Might onesies.

(If you like a different hero) You could spend hours bickering on who’s best hero, pulling up recordings and articles on the. With you holding your favorite hero plushie and him wearing All Might pajamas.

And waking up early just to take a long route to school together.

Makes sure to say ‘I love you’ at every small moment, and compliments you, though he can’t take compliments himself-

If it’s a permanent breakup:

“I...I understand, but why?”

Tears well up in his eyes and he for once he keeps eye contact with you, without looking away

It takes everything in you to not breakdown

“I’m sorry Izuku, I just don’t think it’ll work out in the end.” He grabs your hand and holds it both of his. He puts it to his forehead, nearly on his knees at this point. You try not to cry with him, but you knew it wasn’t going to end up a happily ever after in the end. And you wanted to break it off before that could happen.

“Izuku, I know, I know, I’m so sorry, I wish it couldn’t end like this-“

“Then don’t let it. Please Y/N don’t let this end.”

You eyes welled up as you put a hand over your mouth while repeating ‘I’m sorry, so sorry Izuku’. You looked away from him as you slipped your hand out of his, you close your eyes painfully, the tears finally running down your face. You couldn’t help but look back one more time, and almost wanted to run to where he was and take it all back. He sat on his knees, his head in his hands as painful sobs wracked his body. You quickly leave the room, shutting the door behind you.

You both were pretty quiet and emotionless the whole week.

Midoriya was even worse then before,

It got to the point where sometimes he didn’t eat or sleep

He barely responded to anything anyone said

Hell, even Bakugo was worried at some point

Midoriya would always go back to his dorm and cuddle with the gifts you gave him while you were dating.

It took a long time for him to get over it, and even when he thought it did, he still gets emotional over it

Even after highschool it pains him to see your off doing your own thing without you at his side the whole time

Quieter then usual

Is so deep in thought, sometimes forgets he’s in class or what he’s doing

During tests, or while working on assignments he’d be so deep in thought he didn’t realize he broke his pencil, or used his quirk on his desk

Instead of having his usual outburst on people he’d just walk off, or click his tounge and walk off

Even during Hero Lessons he’d be less calculated, and not as pumped up

When anyone tried to ask he’d just say “Fuck off, I’m fine.”

His grades slightly dropped

He had bags under his eyes, and had even worse posture then usual

When it came time to leave, he’d be the first one out, and no one could find out where he’d go

A permanent frown was on his face at all times (basically him most of time but with a deeper frown)

No one knew what to do at this point

It didn’t click with you until one day during Hero Lessons

He was sparring with Kirishima and all of a sudden he fainted

Everyone was surprised to say the most

You rushed with Kirishima to Recover Girls office

You both almost busted the door off it’s hinges

She wacked you both on the head but quickly tended to Bakugo, surprising you both as she checked on him

“Oh....I wouldn’t have expected this from Bakugo.” You and Kirishima had confused looks on your faces. “Well he passed out from exhaustion, which I usually see with that foolish Midoriya boy. This one usually keeps up with himself, something must’ve happened.” She cut herself off as she saw the look on your face that said it all. She beckons Kirishima to follow her out, as he still wasn’t getting what was happening.

You finally got a good look at him, and saw just how exhausted he looked. The bags under his eyes, his bruised body, and how pained he looked in his sleep. You hugged the non-bruised part of his arm, and finally let the tears you held let go. “I’m sorry Katsuki...I’m sorry I didn’t see it sooner.” Before you realized he woke up, he placed his free hand on your head, rubbing small and soothing circles on your head. “S’okay, let’s make this work.” You knew you didn’t have to say anything else as you both stayed like that until Recovery Girl came in to kick you both out.

After you start dating again:

Comes to your dorm everyday to get you up knowing you’d oversleep if he didn’t (also wants to see your sleeping face...not in a weird way)

Cooks you breakfast in bed on off days,

You guys cook something together when you have a movie night

Instead of yelling most times, he just makes sure he understands your side of everything before jumping to conclusions

Makes sure he isn’t too rough with you verbally (lol not sure physically)

Brings you to his parents house during some free time since you get along with his mom and dad well

Won’t admit it but adores the fact that his parents love you

Whispers ‘I love you’ when he’s made sure your ‘sleeping’ (you’re not, you just wanna hear him say it all shy like)

You guys go on training dates, where you both train together, then have a picnic where you just trained

Him being more open with PDA, like holding your hand, or laying his head on your shoulder, etc. just small stuff

He loves playing with your hair and twisting it around his fingers while cuddling or studying

You both cheer on your favorite hero during a fight on TV, or you pick a random channel on TV and you just listen to him rant how stupid something is while you lean onto his shoulder at 2am (somehow got him to stay up this late)

If it’s a permanent breakup:

“No...no...you can’t, you can’t be serious”

He sounded so broken. His fists clutched so hard you thought his bones would pop out

Anger was evident in his face, and he honestly scared you with the face he was making

“Y/N....are you joking?” You frown and step back a little, did he really think everything you said was a joke? “No Bakugo, I just think this isnt gonna work out in the end.” You heard him click his tongue, then just look at you in shock, then anger. He looked down, his bangs covering his expression. “So you’re just gonna end it like that? No working anything out, just break up? It was one fucking mistake Y/N.”

“Yeah one big mistake, you don’t suck faces with some other person on accident, Bakugo.” The venom in your voice slicing through the tension filled air. “Can you just fucking forgive me? I won’t do it again.”

“You said that last time, Katsuki, then you go and clown off again-“

Before you could get anything else out Bakugo already had his quirk going in one hand, and the other holding your shoulder down. You both looked surprised, even as he backed away. “No..nononono fuck Y/N baby I’m sorry-” you smacked the hand that reached out for you. You started packing everything, Bakugo’s eyes widened as he just stood in shock. Before he knew it you were leaving already.

“N...NO NO Y/N PLEASE, I’M SORRY-“ he grabbed you by the arm that reached for the door knob. You quickly shrugged him out of his grasp, and opened the door. “Goodbye Bakugo, I hope well for the next person with you.” And you slammed it in his face. He stood there, it’s like the emotions he felt before were completely wiped when you slammed the door on him. It was 8:03pm, he should start getting ready for bed anyway.

For a few weeks he was unresponsive, and only talked when he needed to

His movements were sluggish and he’d often stare at nothing

Bakugo didn’t even glare, or really do anything when Midoriya tried talking him

Or shittyhair, dunce face, raccoon eyes, or soy sauce face

They were all the same, and just molded into one voice every time someone tried talking to him

After a while he got over it, but he still regrets what he did

You helped him through so much yet he went off and did stupid shit

Even after highschool, he’d still keep up on you frequently through social media

Basically stalking you on there, guessing he never truly got over it once he felt tears subconsciously stream down his face as he saw you with someone else, happier.

He felt like he didn’t do anything wrong, and he was confused at the throb in his heart every time you looked away from him or ignored him.

So he did ask you, and all you did was look at him like he just hit you.

Why did you look so hurt?

Todoroki shrugged it off, thinking you’d come back like you did after every fight you guys had

But you didn’t, and that’s what took an actual toll on him

More emotional

A permanent frown on his pretty features most of the time

All he mostly eats is soba

He didn’t know how to handle this in all honesty

Sometimes he’d just stare at you, and even when you looked back he’d just stare...

Sometimes he’s so out of it he doesn’t realize he’s either froze the entire classroom or was a living breathing radiator, or both (rip Momo, Satou, and Tokoyami)

He’d ask Midoryia for help but it came out as a fumbled mess most of the time:

“Midoryia...how do you hurt....them, a lot...without...? Can you help?

Midoryia is just like:

(Sorry I had to add that in I was cackling sm from it)

“I think you should just talk to them Todoroki.”

That was harder to do then he expected, you mangaged to avoid him pretty well,

One day he was just fed up and as soon as the bell rang he took your hand and left the class

He takes you to an empty classroom, his left side nearly giving you frostbite

You were about to yell at him before you saw his broken expression

“What...what did I do for it to be like this?” You we’re now quiet as you saw the confused and hurt expression on his face. Him barely being able to control either of his quirks, he was shaking, yet still held a confused expression. It just clicked with you, Todoroki wasn’t used to the sudden emotions or feelings, and when one of the people he’d usually go to to talk about it wasn’t there, he started to crumble.

You hugged him tightly , not caring if his quirks messed up your uniform. “I’m sorry Y/N....I’m sorry I’m not enough, but-“ You cover his mouth as tears fell from your eyes and onto the ground or his uniform. “I- I-I’m so sorry Todo...it’s just you never gave me affection and I was being so selfish and petty about it, I just- I didn’t realize that you went through your own experience for it to turn out like this. It’s not your fault, and I love you the way you are Shoto.” Todoroki didn’t even notice the tears come down his face as you kissed him over and over again. A small ‘I’m sorry’ from you every time. His quirks calmed down and now you were holding each other in a random classroom. You’re heart nearly stopped as you looked up at him and saw a small, teary eyed smile.

After you start Dating again:

Todoroki was much more observant

He’d stay up late readings articles saying “How to understand emotions” or “Is there other good food then Cold Soba” wait-

Regularly gets you gifts, even though most of the time you make him return the stuff since he’s been getting so much with his dads card

Endeavor ended up yelling at you both in a 7/11 while you were stuffing your faces with a soba flavored chips

You both figured out a way to get Todoroki to express himself without words

He’d slightly activate his left side if he wanted any sort of attention, and his right side was if he was feeling stressed or upset

He subconsciously goes to your dorm now to check up on you to make sure you’ve had a glass of water, dinner or anything really (He just wanted a reason to go to your dorm)

You played with his hair once, and he’s never going back

When cuddling he’d lay his head in the crook of your neck, hoping to feel you playing with his hair

You push him to start taking therapy sessions to understand what emotions he’s feeling and how to express them

Takes you in your free time to an empty field just to hear you talk, and learn more about you

And he’d always wake up early and made sure to get a few snacks for you before you woke up and brought them to your dorm room (Last time he tried to cook he almost burned the kitchen down)

Overall Todoroki just loves giving you small head pats now, you don’t know where it came from but you didn’t complain

Poor bby stuttered so hard the first time he said ‘I love you’ you giggled

Ended up making him feel embarrassed and like he did something wrong, but you quickly kissed him/praised him

He can’t stop saying it now, one time you picked up his pencil, before you could hand it to him just a sudden “I love you Y/N” the entire class looked at you both in shock

“STOP SUCKING FACES OVER THERE!”

“SHUT UP BAKUGO”

“HAAAH?”

Todoroki is the happiest he’s been.

If it’s a permanent breakup:

“Over? What do you mean we’re over?”

You felt so horrible by the the pure confusion on his face

But the rude things he said to you, over powering your want to get back with him

Lately Todoroki has been more protective, and rude. Insulting everything you do, belittling you slightly. It just added up and you were tired of it

Todoroki tilted his head to the side, deep in thought.

“Y/N your being on the dumber side again, are you hanging out with them too much?” You were taken aback by how nonchalantly he insulted you and your friends. “Excuse me? Todoroki did I hear you right?” You stepped foward leaning your head toward him. “Of course you can, or did Bakugo’s yelling make you not hear so well?” The fact he said it with no emotion, or nothing to it was making you clench your fist. “The hell has gotten into you Todoroki?” You shove his shoulder a bit. He frowned at you heavily making you flinch. “Well if you didn’t go and ignore me most of this week maybe I wouldn’t be like this. I usually hold my tongue but you’ve been rude this entire week.”

You stood there speechless. “Well Ex-fucking-cuse me Shoto. Maybe if you didn’t insult me all the damn time I wouldn’t ignore you, or wait for an decent apology.”

You drag out the last words as you glared at him, Todoroki giving one back. “I’m only telling the truth so you don’t look dumb. I’m helping you out Y/N, I thought you’d understand.” You scoff in utter shock, you couldn’t help the sudden urge to slap some sense into him. Now he stood speechless, the force in that slap causing his hair to look messy, and a red mark on his cheek. Tears were in your eyes as you clenched your fist, biting your lip from cussing him out on the spot. “Your lucky I don’t beat your sorry ass, just...just the the fuck out Todoroki!” You pushed him toward the door. He looked at you with no emotion in his face as he saw you start to bawl your eyes out. “Just...just get the hell out Todoroki, it’s over, we’re over.” He felt a pang in his heart, but choose to ignore it and just left.

It only actually came to him during the night as he was about to walk to your dorm after a nightmare, when he realized the entire conversation

He tried knocking on your door but you didn’t answer, even though he could hear your music

He went back to his dorm, sat on his bed and just had a full mental breakdown

Realizing his main emotional support that helped him through mostly everything was gone

He felt he said stuff his father said to you already which made it even worse

He tried texting and calling you but you had him blocked on everything

He repeated the entire conversation in his head, just now coming to how disgusting he really did sound

Todoroki for that whole week was an emotional wreck

During hero training if he was thinking about you or what he did he doesn’t notice poor Satou trying to get out of his wall of Ice.

Is always with Midoryia at some given time,

He kind of clinged onto people in his circle that gave him attention of some sort

When he some time passed he eventually got over it

After Highschool you both kept in touch, but it pained him when he saw you engaged and happy with another person

But he was happy if you were happy.

Heyyy so this is probably the longest thing I’ve written since like my last Wattpad fanfics I used to do(yikes). But hope you enjoy, and don’t be afraid to request! I’m taking them now so go wild.

Sorry that they were all confusing it’s my first hcs+scenario thingy, but I have a few other things in the works so... 💃🕺

[kkusuka]

We all know how looks can be deceiving right? I’d love to request head cannons of Kuroo, Bokuto, Iwaizumi, Konoha, Terushima, and Atsumu with a gf that’s gifted with that super-soaker, wet-wet pussy, a pro at riding that dick, and has the gwak gwak thotty throat slobber 9000 but she is so shy, cute, and innocent at first glance. She looks like the soft-spoken librarian but when they get down and dirty, she puts her body to work and these bois just don’t know how to act from how amazing she is. Let’s say they teased her too much, so she revoked their sex privileges for a few days (not knowing how addicted these guys are on her body). Desperate bois are best bois 😈

:o

i’m shell shocked anon, you’ve blown my mind

Cw: hair pulling, super WAP, kinda fem dom but not really, severe pussy-whipped men  

Kuroo

firstly, he thought you were the innocent type up until you sucked him off for the first time

Honestly, he thought you were a total virgin prude

It wasn't really his fault, you two had met as lab partners for an AP chemistry class

You know, a class full of nerds and people he just assumed would get a job and married when they were thirty

Looking back he should have caught on after seeing you unconsciously jerking of a test tube

But, contrary to popular belief, kuroo is not the social cue master

After a few months of dating, you guys were just a horny time-bomb

Ahh~ the first blow-job, one for the books

He should have known it was going to be good just from the way you were unzipping his jeans, was it normal to almost cum just for your girlfriend palming you?

When you did get his dick out and had it all the way down your throat within the minute, he really did think you were a godsend

He didn't even know what you were doing with his balls, but whatever it was it was working

You didn’t gag or cough, even when he grabbed that back of your head and practically face-fucking you

(the real kicker was when you licked your lips after he came  and gave him that small fucking smirk, mans was done for and he knew it)

Even with all that, nothing, and I mean nothing compares to the first time you guys went at it

when I say that you guy made out for five minutes when he went under your panties and felt the pacific ocean in your panties

He was about to propose right there (and about to cum in his pants for the thousandth time)

He didn't need to but he still rubbed a few circles around your clit, but apparently, you were ready enough

Considering you grabbed his dick and fully sunk onto him in one motion

Poor baby didn't know what hit him

You had to have done this before, and if he hadn't met you in class he would have been sure you slept around and learned everything in the book

You would clench every time your sims met and- AND THAT THINGS WITH HIS BALLS AGAIN

His mind was bungled, especially after you had both come and you fell onto his chest going back to the shy and sweet version he knew you as.

What the hell was that????

Was he fucking you or were you fucking him?? Because at this point he didn't even care

After that experience, you fucked like bunnies, all the time, even in school more than a few times.  

And we all know kuroo can't shut his mouth

And he always teases you about how cute and mouse like you are outside the bedroom and how it's like he’s dating two different girls

....that hit a nerve...

Two different girls??? Well he’ll just have to endure one girl until he realizes what a blessing you are

5 days, 120 hours, 7,200 minutes, and 432,000 seconds, that's how long he lasted

He was going insane, and so he explained that he didn't mean it in a bad way and that he loved how you acted

Forgiving him you rewarded the poor cat boy, 5 rounds for five days

(he didn't want to admit it but he’s pretty sure his dick would have fallen off if you didn't relent when you did)

(he just didn't want to admit that he was pussy-whipped)

Bokuto

You actually had met at a library

One of his teachers wanted him to get a bit of extra tutoring and volunteered you for the job.

You had hit it off great! Personality-wise

(you’ll never tell him but it was frustrating that he clearly didn't understand anything you were telling him)

And you were so sweet and cute, and such a good teacher

He would know that if he wasn't too busy just staring at you and thinking about you and thinking about what you like and what you wear outside of school

(or how good your lips look, or how your thighs look so soft, or that when you get up he can see under your skirt.)

Your guy’s first time was an experience

(bokuto is the cunny easting master, don't call me out)

More cunny juice = more food for owl man

He was excited, somewhere in his mind he knew that it was gonna get better from then on

He wasn't wrong either, although he didn't let your mouth near his dick just yet, he knew that would be good considering the ‘art’ you've created on his neck

The true fuckary started with him on top, but the second he was in you he...froze

Poor baby was shell shocked, you felt better than he had thought, and he just slumped over, you thought he came but he wasn’t ready for it to end so soon

He just sat there for a few minutes, fucked out, before you just decided to flip you both over

That was more his speed at the moment

So he grabbed onto your hips for dear life and you got working

Within two minutes the two of you had created a pool of juices on his bed (bokuto had a lot of precum ok), not that he really cared

You were not competing with anyone but he already had you 2 to 0

(point 1 for the meal and point 2 for being an Olympic dick-rider)

I am also a firm believer that bokuto thrusts up, he just can't help it

You are too addictive, or the way you ground onto him in between every bounce was addictive

I also don't believe that you could even truly deny bokuto sex, he was good at guilt-tripping and he was soooooo adorable

(not to mention the puppy dog eyes  he does that could convince good to do his will)

So I’m sure the only way he wouldn't get sex would be no nut November.

(aka the devil's month of torture, actually not month, week give or take)

This year it just happens that he set a new record, 8 days

He went a whole 8 days without trying for sex

Truly he went about 10 days before he stopped begging and just took matters into his own hands

(under enough pressure Bokuto become a hard dom and no one can say otherwise)

The entire time he was telling you how pretty you were and how well your pussy takes him and that you had no ‘right’ to tell him he couldn’t have sex

He even gained a new phrase “this pussy belongs to me”

You were going to have to set some things straight once he was done ;)

Iwaizumi

You were on the student council, it felt sacrilegious to think anything but pure thoughts about anyone on the council

(that didn't really stop him)

honestly, from the moment his crush festered he wanted to ruin your little innocent vibe  

You always smiled so sweetly at everyone, and just seemed like a true goody two shoes.

And that point seemed to have been correct when you began to date

Until! The fateful day where his perceived innocent girlfriend pulled a full 180 on him!

Firstly, you had offered, out of the blue, to suck him off in the middle of the movie you were watching.

Second, he asked if you knew how, and you giggled at him with that smile he loved so much

Thirdly, when you did get his dick out, you swirled some of the pre-cum on his tip with your thumb, he started getting a bit suspicious

Lastly, you completely swallowed him down, face pressing on his hip, cheeks hollowed.

That’s when he realized that you did know what you were doing

(that also arouse the thought that you had been with someone else, which was counteracted with the fact that you knew how to suck dick by practicing on hair brushed and popsicles)

((it also helped that you barely had a gag reflex))

Truly trying to put that to the test, dom iwa came right out, grabbing your hair and telling you  to suck harder

And you impressed the man, to say the least

After that he had to fuck you, he really just had too

For the first time, he went with a solid missionary, just to test that waters

He didn’t think anyone's pussy should feel like that, but since you were his it was ok

All was well he was lost in the feeling of your pussy and the deciding moment was when you pulled him against you and started to grind your body onto his

You were putting a whole lot of body into it too, and you were so soft, and unless he wanted to cum early something was going to have to change

So he flipped and changed to doggy style, which made thighs worse???

From there you got tighter and he could see all of the wetness drips from your fold onto the sheets

Yup, you were the one for him

(solidified when he pulled your hair and you moaned like a street whore)

As for the no sex thing, that was a ride

It started when Makki asked you if you were always dripping for iwa

And after a week of no sex, he confessed to letting them on his phone and  watching a recording of one of your nightly escapades and he was sorry

(and he just wanted to show them what they were missing, y’know brag a bit)

That was, and he says the only time, he let you try to dom him

You truly were the most amazing woman in the world

Konoha

( i made him kind of an ass lol sorry)

You wee the girl who sat next to him in class

(not to be mean, but he thought you were a nerd)

You always had your uniform covering everything and you were always playing with your short sleeves

You raised your hand a lot in class, always had a pencil to borrow

He just assumed that you had cobwebs in your pussy

Proven wrong at one of the volleyball teams parties, you had apparently been dragged there by a friend (surprising)

And you both were dragged onto some weird spin the bottle game

The bottle would spring and someone would draw an action from this jar and the two people would have to do it in a bedroom in the house

Seeing as that’’s how fate goes you and him were chosen

A blow-job card was chosen

And he laughed with a friend about how you wouldn’t know what to do

Mistake, that struck a real nerve, was this guy for real?

Oh hell no

Being the baddie you were, you walked to him, grabbed him by the arm, and locked lips, breaking away after a moment you asked if he was ready to go.

Poor boy didn't even respond, he just nodded and stood up

Two minutes in, he knew what he had done

You were blowing him like it would be your last time, it should be illegal to be able to suck someone off that well

And damn you pulled away right before he was going to cum.

And then just left him! Walked out of the closet like nothing had ever happened

That couldn’t be it, he wouldn't let that be it

After two weeks of non-stop begging from the guy you agreed to a date, which led to many dates

Which led to him finally being able to fuck you

God damn, he didn't think it would get better, and it did, it really did.  

You were laying on top of him and grinding your entire body onto him

Dripping all over him and squeezing him like crazy

He was never going to let you go

Now, that same friend from that party seemed very intrigued with your relationship

And he just can't help but tell him about how amazing you were, it just sucks that he did it right in front of you in the middle of lunch

Pussy pass revoked

He didn't think he did anything wrong so he went two whole weeks without any touch and he went crazy

He fell apart and apologized

After he begged enough you gave him the pussy pass back

And now he doesn't do anything to jeopardize it

Terushima

this is gonna sound weird

But

I feel like terushima knows when someone is a good lay

It's like a secret talent of his, he just knows and his radar went off when he saw you

But he thought it was wrong at first considering you were wearing leggings and a huge sweater

Not good fuck material  

But he had to make sure, so he just walked up to you and asked if you were a good fuck

Surprisingly you didn’t punch him in the nuts, instead, you laughed at him and said that he would just have to find out

And that he should at least take you out to dinner first

Adm he took you up it, made it the best damn dinner date he’d ever be on

And you reward him

With what?

The best damn blow-job he’d ever get as long as he lived.

And it fit that to the T

It started with the little licks and swirls, then, you gotta catch the man off guard, and just take his entire dick in your throat

And with that, he was sure he had superpowers

When He came, fairly quick for his taste, you swallowed all of his cum and he was ready to marry you

If he needed to take you on a date for that, he would take you on a date every day for the rest of his life

(not every day) but that's what he did

But eventually, just a blowjob wasn't enough, oh no he knew you had a tight hole

And he knew you were gushing most of the time (ushy gushy my pussy-)

If making him suck the fingers you used to fuck yourself after he came was anything

And you tasted good, really good

He was so ready for it that he let you ride him the whole night

He thought his dick was a]going to fall off, you were just that damn good

It was insane, you were almost using him as a dildo, grinding your clit on the base of his cock

And you looked glorious, he was going to have to talk to you about recording it so he could watch it over and over

Maybe show a few people-

And that's what he did, poor unfortunate soul got the silent treatment for two days before he fell apart

He literally got on his knees and asked for forgiveness

(biggest simp on the planet, but only for you (and your dripping cunt))

He’s sure to never do it again, he’s also sure that if you asked him to step on him he would let you

(and I think he’s the most pussy-whipped)

Ok maybe you didn't fully forgive him until he showed you what his tongue piercing could do, but it was worth every moment.

Atsumu

Honestly, he was dared to sleep with the next girl who walked through the cafeteria door

And that just happens to bring you, miss. I remind the teacher there was homework

(Well he actually wasn’t really sure about that but that's what you looked like and he was already regretting his decision.)

In defense of him, your hair was in a messy bun and you had this teacher's pet aura around you

But he would be damned if he lost this bet to his brother and Suna, oh no

The moment he wa[lked up to your table you knew what was happening, and shut it down immediately

After that, you officially had his attention!

Lucky you!

Unlucky you for the fact that all he wanted to do was get in your pants.

But lucky you again because you could hold this over his head!

But one day you just woke up and chose dick (respectable)

So when atsumu did his daily “c'mon baby, you know you want some” you just stood up, scaring him

(he finally thought you were gonna kill him)

Instead, you grabbed him by the dick, literally grabbed his dick through his pants, and tugged him all the way to the roof

“Hey-hey baby, no need to be that rough”

“Shut up, Miya. pants down, now”

That was not where he thought that was going but he isn't going to complain.

“You want your dick wet so bad? Here you go!”

Honestly, he could die happy.

Not so sound gross, but you were slobbering around his cock like a pro. Now that left the thought, you had to have done this before.

You had hands on the back of his thighs pushing him further down your throat, hollowed cheeks, damn he should’ve done this was sooner

He was gonna cum-

And your mouth was gone, your hand was jerking him but that wasn't nearly as nice

“Lay back.”

Yes, yes he will do that. If what’s about to happen is what he thinks is about to happen  

And now your pussy was above his face. Ok a little detour but he’ll take it

You were literally dripping onto his face while he got to work, and you went back to sucking him off

Yup, heaven.

After you both came he made sure to tell you that that had to happen again.

And it did, you rode him to hell in the hole to heaven, and he couldn't help himself from telling the entire volleyball team about how good you were

Now he really didn't think about what would happen if the news got back to you

But he definitely didn't think that meant a whole week of nothing

Well nothing for him, you made sure to send him more than a few videos of rigid dildos and fingering yourself

A week of torture, but when it was finally over he had an entirely new folder of spanking material

he was sure about who he told about your escapades, as in he told himself and Osamu if he just wanted to vent

poor guy was paranoid now