#yahoo! start of an au :3

[timmy-bee]

Title: Melodies flowing from all our memories Warnings: n/a Relationships: Mumbo & Scar + Mumbo/Grian (Heavily spoken about) Chapter(s): 1/2 Summary:

"Whatcha thinkin’ about?" Scar asks suddenly, startling Mumbo who was even starting to forget that Scar was there in the first place. "Ah- Y'know, stuff," Mumbo replies nonchalantly. Scar raises an eyebrow at him. "Is that stuff Grian?" Scar asks, the smallest tinge of concern lingers in his voice as he asks. Mumbo sighs and nods.

aka ; mumbo reminisces to scar about his memories of grian.

FIRST FIC !! i was debating on sharing this here but i have decided to anyway! :3 chapter 2 is gonna be coming soon hopefully so keep an eye out for that! This is the start of the stars we chase au <3  ( also ty to @gaydeathberries for editing for me !!!)

[milksnake-tea]

❀ ˎˊ- prompt: how they are in a vampire au ❀ ˎˊ- characters: blade, dan heng, dan feng, march 7th, himeko, jingliu, jing yuan, kafka, luocha, sampo, caelus, stelle, yaoshi ❀ ˎˊ- warnings: lots of mentions of blood and wounds, the typical vampire stuff, talks about scents, usage of the word "feeding", intended lowercase, mentions of alcohol in kafka's part, caelus/stelle may be ooc :| ❀ ˎˊ- a/n: NEVER REALLY ANNOUNCED IT BUT YAHOO HERE U GO !!! THE WINNER OF THE POLL WAS VAMPIRES, SO LETS GO ITS BITING TIME HEHE <3 different format bc damn thats a lot of characters i dont have banners for... also first time writing them women so scratches head sorry if it's ooc teehee i tried

vampire!blade, whose bloodlust runs deeper than most. his desires drive him to the brink of insanity at the slightest whiff of blood, the former human despising the animalistic tendencies that now governed his existence. with his enemies, he is content to lick their blood from his face, finding no remorse in the blood of the dead. but when he dares to drink from you, he is gentle - cautious. always his eyes are watching your own, especially before he sinks his teeth into the crook of your neck. for blade is prone to losing himself in the taste of you, and he fears he may go too far.

vampire!dan heng, who despises his species more than any hunter out there. he longs for the normality and companionship of humanity, and often hides his vampiric traits in public as to masquerade as a human. the only time he'll satiate his desire for blood is when he's on death's door; and even then he'll only settle for blood bags at the dead of night, away from any of the eyes of his fellow trailblazers. when the time comes and you offer your blood to him, dan heng is reluctant, hesitant. never in his life has he fed on another, and you can feel his inexperience in how he cautiously sinks his fangs into your skin - opting to kiss your wrist rather than your neck, just in case he lost control.

vampire!dan feng, who will outright refuse blood that he deems to be unsatisfactory to his palate. even if his dietary needs are considered monstrous by other species, that doesn't mean that he himself needs to be barbaric. dan feng treats blood as he would wine - like a delicacy, only to be partaken on occasion. but all of that is thrown out the window once he tastes you for the first time. when dan feng drinks your blood, he does it with the tenderness of a lover. always, he keeps you against a comfortable surface such as a bed or a sofa as his lips latch onto your neck, taking his time as he savors you like a fine dish.

vampire!march 7th, who never really questioned why she needed to drink blood to survive, and always deemed it as normal. although, she doesn't really consider it cute, claiming that it "ruins her cute-girl aesthetic". as such, she won't talk about it unless you start the conversation first, preferring to disguise her blood intake in the juice boxes she keeps around. even when she does drink from you, it's in small sips, a mere nip before she's off to doing something more fun. don't take it personally, march just isn't fond of drinking from another person. she appreciates you offering, though!

vampire!himeko, whose taste is questionable, even for a vampire. for a second, you thought that her horrendous taste in coffee came from her background, but no, it's just himeko being himeko. unlike her other companions, himeko isn't ashamed of her needs. if she needs blood, she beckons you from across the parlor car, taking your arm in her hand as she gently bites your wrist. there's something playful in the way she drinks - she's gentle, yet doesn't treat you as though you're made of glass, a soft giggle leaving her lips as she licks the wound on your wrist.

vampire!jingliu, who makes sure you understand just what you're getting into when you offer your blood. it's hard enough to keep both her mara and her bloodlust at bay around you, and even harder to control herself when you're so willing to help her. time and time again she warns you, saying that she may not be able to control herself once she gets a taste. but if you're strong and brave enough to feed her despite the dangers, then brace yourself, for jingliu won't stop until she's fully satiated.

vampire!jing yuan, who loves to nip at your fingers playfully, flashing his fangs whenever he can. honestly, jing yuan's the type of person to forget he's a vampire until the time comes and he needs to feed - and even then, it's more of an inconvenience to him than anything else. but that won't stop him from messing with you, after all, he loves the disgruntled face you make whenever he pretends to snap at you. however, when jing yuan does drink from you, he prefers to take it from the back, hugging you from behind as he languidly drinks from your shoulder - making sure the process is as painless as possible.

vampire!kafka, who teases you when you first find out of her species. are you afraid of her now? how cute, but really, there's no need to be afraid. she wouldn't hurt you, not intentionally, at least. kafka can't help but laugh as you playfully hit her for her words. can you blame her, though, when your reactions are just that endearing? kafka isn't one to take blood directly from the source, instead, she prefers to drink it in a wine glass, mixed with some sort of alcohol to really amp up the effects. having both wine and blood in one drink can be quite intoxicating to a vampire, but kafka wouldn't be kafka if she were afraid of the after effects.

vampire!luocha, who becomes addicted to your blood the second he tastes it. over his lifetime, luocha has tasted the blood of many, each with their own flavors - ranging from savory to sweet to downright disgusting. but with you, the drinking of blood is less so a matter of feeding, but rather an intimate act between lovers. he is tender as his lips latch onto your neck, his arms wrapped around you and hands massaging you to ease you through the process. and through it all, his eyes forever hold your gaze as he tastes heaven once again.

vampire!caelus, whose inexperience often makes him dangerous. caelus doesn't know how to deal with his urges, nor does he understand why a hunger builds up within him whenever he sees an exposed patch of your skin. he's a sweet guy, no doubt about it, it's just that he doesn't know how to stop. it's up to you to guide him and tell him when to stop, for caelus is young, and doesn't understand the durability of the human body compared to a vampire. but he's willing to learn, even if it means driving off his own needs in favor of yours. the last thing he wants to do is to hurt you, after all.

vampire!stelle, who nuzzles up to you whenever she feels the slightest thirst for blood. like caelus, stelle has no idea what she's feeling nor how to deal with it. when she starts getting hungry, she becomes clingy - she starts hanging around you more, often staring at you and leaving you to wonder just what it is she wants. it's only when she starts tugging at your sleeve that you realize that she's hungry. when stelle drinks, it's... well, it's not as unhinged as caelus, but she still lacks the control as he does, and you have to tap her head to snap her out of it. but when she's done drinking, you can't help but coo at her adorable face, like a kitten full of soup.

vampire!yaoshi, who prefers to give their blood rather than drink it. they would hate to put anyone in danger, after all. but alas, their instincts won't disappear, even after their ascension to aeonhood. ironic, isn't it? the giver and sustainer of eternal life is also the same one who drains that life. when they feed from you, they prefer to have you in their arms as they do, your back pressed against their chest as they drink. they whisper sweet nothings each time they rise from your skin, their tongue licking at your wound to soothe you. but it never hurts when it's with yaoshi - perhaps it's the dew from yaoshi's trees that numbs you, or the poison in their tail. if anything, you feel as though you are in a hazy dream, not yet asleep, yet not quite awake either.

[matd0]

Hello guys

I had to take a pretty lengthy break from pretty much all social media, super sorry for just disappearing like that.

bunch of stuff happened, I moved back to my parents’ house, tried to focus on school, got kicked out of school lol, went through a pretty rough patch over all :´D

I’ve been trying to work on just pretty much getting my basic needs met every day (eat enough, sleep enough, drink enough water, shower, etc.) and even though it’s a bit of a struggle i think I’m starting to feel pretty stable and happy again. yahoo :3 !!! so yeah i feel well enough to be perceived on the internet again 👍

Since i’m currently a jobless dropout, I should have time to post more stuff i think (this is genuinely something i love, and all I rlly want is to make stuff that makes others happy so thank you all for supporting my goofy and dubiously cringy creepypasta posting)

List of things and stuff I want to do/post/focus on:

- commissions. nbr. 1 priority (unfortunately i become a bit of a perfectionist when i get paid to draw something T_T)

-reply more to asks. It’s fun and I want to interact more with people (just need to beat up the anxiety demons)

-literally just draw more.

-maybe perhaps even post about the eyeless jack AU story thing i have been brewing in my mind…….. maybe.

-also i’m trying to do artfight again this year. bit dubious how much i’ll actually get done but oh well.

Anyway, thanks for reading lol.

here's a couple of little sketches for you o7

[meaningofaeons]

First request ive sent for hsr bcz I DO NOT SEE ENOUGH AU CONTENT ON THIS SITE?? I would like to request Gepard x reader musician au where gepard plays an instrument or maybe hes some kind of idol… idk im insane and ill take anything 😭

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ (tone) deaf

⊹ character(s) - gepard landau ⊹ word count - 705 ⊹ notes - gn!reader, musician/music au, modern au, gepard is still kinda a bad singer like in canon but not as bad (serval vocal coach yahoo!), reader is implied to be semi-famous but still knows the landaus, serval's band is implied to be semi-famous too (SERVAL WINGWOMAN IS BACK!!!), idol!gepard

hi anon!!! I REALLY LIKE THIS REQUEST!!!! I love guys who can't sing (cough tanjiro demon slayer cough) and it's always so cute writing about them. the idea of idol!gepard made me swoon so I went that route! I did hcs I hope that's okay! and I hope the modern au is okay, I didn't know if you wanted to stick to the original belobog/hsr setting or no. thanks for requesting!!! (=^･ｪ･^=))ﾉ彡☆ (I didnt rlly know how to end this one so if you want a p2 lemme know <3)

Gepard isn't necessarily a bad singer. He's just unpracticed.

Serval remembers fondly the times her brother would try to sing in his room, completely unaware of how he sounded to anyone with half an ear for tone.

He'd always wanted to be in a band of some sort like his older sister, but he didn't really have a knack for it. And instruments? Forget it. He could barely strum a single chord on a guitar!

Brawn was always Gepard's bigger strong suit over brains, and music certainly required quite a bit of the latter.

So, Serval, noticing her brother's plight (but also his desire for improvement) approached him on getting vocal lessons. From her, of course.

Over the course of a few years, he improved by leaps and bounds. In all that time, it never occurred to his sister to ask why he was so desperate for musical ability.

That is, until she went with him to one of your shows on her rare time off from her own band.

You were a longtime friend of the Landaus, and Serval felt that all three of you got along quite well. Like a house on fire, one would say.

But she never quite expected her brother to be so taken with your sound.

"Y/N has really bettered her playing!" Gepard ranted to Serval as soon as they were out of the small live house venue, waving his arms around. "I mean, she's always been good, but wow!"

"Is that why you wanted to get into music?" the girl teased, and her sibling immediately shut up.

"...N-Not exactly, but Y/N is inspiring."

"Your crush is written all over your face, baby bro—"

Serval was promptly shushed when you bounded up to the two of them.

"Hey, guys! How'd you like the show? Pretty cool, right?"

Gepard would spend hours ranting to you about songwriting, tone, anything he could possibly think of to occupy your conversation. Serval, meanwhile, would slink away to give you two your space.

It didn't take long for the newly-improved singer Gepard to find his place in a male idol unit.

His looks certainly helped, but it was no shocker that his leaps-and-bounds better singing was the kicker that got him his spot.

You continued your own musical gigs, but you were always willing to lend the blonde a helping hand (and ear!) for his new songs. Though idol groups usually got composers to write for them, Gepard was a sucker for coming up with his own songs.

As a very handsome guy, his talents were naturally geared towards a 'heartthrob' persona to his fans, which they lapped up like a cat to milk.

You soon became no exception—though you were obviously closer to him than any fan could get.

You would help him with writing songs, and all of his love-centric ones were written with you in mind (not that he would ever admit such a thing)

Still, you seemed ever-oblivious to his hints, even when his songs started to get borderline personal. His manager had to outright stop him from performing a song on the fly during one of his shows that specifically described you.

And Gepard was silently thankful that his moment of lovestruck delirium hadn't been broadcasted live to millions.

You couldn't exactly deny your own feelings for the man, but considering both of your levels of fame and his rise to success as a shoe-in for the whole nation's celebrity crush, you figured not to say a word.

Even though the work got busier by the day, though, Gepard always made time for you, and you for him.

When he couldn't make it to a show of yours or he had to miss out on a meeting due to a scheduling conflict, he'd always send a bouquet of your favorite flowers straight to your doorstep.

And though you couldn't always be there for his live performances, you always made sure to send something to eat from his favorite restaurant that he could indulge in after the show.

Fame could be tiring, trifling, and outright frustrating at times, but with the two of you to support one another, it wasn't too bad a hurdle to cross.

[bluesylveon2]

Rook 32! (Neige concert lmao)

Hi anon! Rook is very oc in this but I hope you enjoy the fic! I had fun writing Yuu being grossed out at happiness lol :)

Prompt 32.  my friend drags me to the concert of some boy band that I can’t stand because they didn’t want to go alone and you overhear me complaining about how awful they are and decide to prove me wrong in a heated debate

Note: Modern au, aged up characters, me lowkey ranting about NRC losing to RSA, mention of game events, "Heigh Ho!" is a fan translation (cries in EN server)

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: not beta read and possible OOC characters (Rook definitely is)

Yuu was annoyed, very annoyed. She was annoyed at the world when she got dragged out of her will, and her roommate, Rielle, was currently having the time of his life at the Neige LeBlanche concert.

Who was Neige? One might ask. Neige was a talented actor and singer known for his cutesy looks and friendly personality. It was nice for some people, but not Yuu. She was not a fan of him at all. Too bad she was sitting in the front section, close to the stage, of the concert, or else she would've booked it out of there. 

"Did I ever tell you that I hate you?" Yuu turned to her red-headed friend, who pouted in response.

"But you said that you were my friend yesterday!"

Yuu rolled her eyes. "Yes, until you dragged me here! That was when I revoked your friend status."

Rielle stopped pouting and gave his most adorable puppy eyes his blue eyes could muster. "C'mon Yuu, this will be fun. You will have a great time, I promise."

Yuu only crossed her arms and sighed. Here goes the next two hours of her life wasted on this concert. "I am going to die."

"Of fun!" Rielle beamed and turned his attention back to the concert. Neige had finally arrived, along with seven dwarves standing behind him.

"Hello, everyone! How is everyone tonight?"

Yuu winced as every fangirl/fanboy screamed their heart out for the performer. Yuu could feel her hearing starting to degenerate. "If only I invested in some earplugs," she grumbled and glared at Rielle, who was too busy fanboying to care.

"Tonight, I will start my show off with a familiar song. This one is one of my favorites, Heigh-Ho!"

"A KIDS SONG?!" Yuu exclaimed and turned to Rielle. "Is he serious right now?"

"Of course he is!" Her friend replied as Neige sang the first few verses. 

The sun calls for us with a wave of its hand Our morning is here Let's all get ready Who's sleeping in? Pull him out of his futon Hurry up, hurry up! Let's go, let's go! Good morning, everyone!

"I am living in a nightmare!" Yuu groaned as everyone sang along. The words sounded cult-like in Yuu's ears, and she already wanted her misery to end. If only a monster appeared and ended the show…a girl could dream. 

Yahoo, yahoo What a fun song Let's all spin around and dance Come on, let's hold hands Let's all laugh and dance

"Does this boy even hear himself? Spinning around, laughing, and dancing. What a goody two-shoes! He sounds so fake!"

“Excuse moi, madamoiselle. Roi de Neige sounds very passionate about his words.

Yuu, annoyed, turned to the stranger next to her. He had long blonde hair, green eyes, a shirt with "I <3 Neige," and a wide-brimmed hat with a feather. Yuu questioned why the guy didn't get complaints from the people behind them. "Well, his singing makes him sound like a little boy, and he's what? 18."

The man arched an eyebrow and crossed his arms. All of his attention was focused on Yuu. "Oh? Tell me, madamoiselle. Which artists do you prefer?"

"Well, I like Poppu Myūjikku because they have a variety of music, unlike this Cocomelon remake."

The man hummed in thought. "I see what you mean. Roi d'Or is a good drummer, Monsieur MagiCam is also a good singer, and Monsieur Curiosity has a very unique taste. I saw a video of him smashing guitars and stage diving on MagiCam. Tsk tsk." 

"Oh yeah? Tell me, what makes Neige so interesting, then?"

The man smiled as if rose petals were floating around him. "Well, his songs have so much meaning behind them; it just makes you want to sing along! His innocent demeanor attracts people and animals to him. Also, he has worked hard to get to where he is now. Just staring at him now makes me wish for world peace."

Yuu laughed mockingly. "World peace? That sounds stupid. Besides, Neige is not the only hard-working celebrity. There is Vil Schoenheit, who works ten times more than Neige and is a better celebrity than him!"

(Somewhere in the same city, Vil unknowingly smiled as he fixed a lavender-haired boy's makeup).

The man stood up straight and looked down at Yuu in annoyance. "Roi de Poison is beautiful but not on the same level as Neige. In fact, both of them competed in a singing competition, and Roi de Neige won."

Yuu felt a vein pop out of her forehead. She had remembered seeing that competition and how devastated Vil was at the results. He was so close to winning, but he lost by one point. What pissed her off the most was that he lost to the very song Neige started the concert with. "WHY YOU!!! Neige is nothing compared to Vil, and Vil deserved that win!" She yelled out with angry tears running down her eyes. Her response shocked the man, and it seemed like no one else heard it as they were too busy cheering on Neige. 

"Hey, Yuu." The redhead behind Yuu interrupted, causing her to turn her attention to her friend. "Are you okay? I heard you yelling just now."

Yuu wiped away her tears with her hands. "I just want to go home, Rielle. Please take me home."

Rielle looked at her with concern. "Are you sure?"

"Please!" Yuu pleaded, and Rielle nodded. 

The man sat there frozen as he watched the encounter. Suddenly his mouth moved before he could think ." Wait."

Yuu turned to the man. "What do you want now?"

The man dug inside his pocket and pulled out a neatly folded handkerchief. "Here, and I'm sorry about earlier."

Yuu stared at the handkerchief and the man before reluctantly taking it. She just wanted to leave without embarrassing herself in front of more people. Yuu said nothing as she and Rielle left eh venue, leaving Neige and the mystery man behind. 

---

The birds were singing a sweet melody outside of Yuu's window. The sun shone brightly, and everything reminded her of Neige's concert and the mystery man. Yuu shook her head. She wished she knew who he was now that her mind had settled. She could return his handkerchief back and apologize like an adult. A knock interrupted Yuu's thoughts, and she called for someone to come in. A familiar mop of red hair and blue eyes entered, carrying a glass of water. 

"Good morning, Yuu." Reille smiled hesitantly as he handed her the cup. "I see that you are awake now. How are you feeling?"

Yuu drank the water and smiled. "Better now. Thank you."

Rielle sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Look, I'm sorry for dragging you to the concert. I thought that you would have fun when obviously you didn't. I will make sure to not do something like that ever again."

Yuu smiled sadly and looked down at the empty cup in her hands. "It's alright. I forgive you."

"That's good. Speaking of, you need to look at MagiCam.

Yuu tilted her head in confusion. "Why?" Rielle opened his phone and showed Yuu the screen. It was a video of an interview about the concert, and on it was none other than the man from yesterday wearing his ridiculous hat and shirt. "Great Sevens, is this real?"

"Just watch." Rielle pressed play, and the man's voice filled the room.

"I enjoyed my time at the concert, and I'm not just saying this as the Eternal Snow fan club president." The man and the interviewer laugh. 

"Are there any memorable moments from the concert?"

Yuu felt herself suck in a breath as the man's voice suddenly turned serious. 

"There are. I met many fans during it, but also someone who was not a fan. Someone as passionate about other celebrities as I am with Neige. However, I said some things I regret, and for that, I am sorry. I hope to apologize to you in person, but this will do for now."

"Thank you for those words, and I hope you will find this person one day. Thank you for speaking to us, Monsieur."

The man only laughed. "You can call me Rook Hunt."

"Yes. Thank you, Rook. This is NRC News signing off."

Yuu and Rielle sat in silence. Yuu was busy processing everything when she suddenly remembered something. She reached over for the discarded handkerchief on the nightstand and examined it. 

There, embroidered in purple, were the letters "R.H."

Disclaimer: I do not own Twisted Wonderland and its characters. Those belong to Aniplex, Walt Disney Japan, and Yana Toboso.

©: This story belongs to bluesylveon2 2020-23. DO NOT modify, republish, or plagiarize my work.

[aroace-poly-show]

Hi, I have a bunch of random questions about hw! 1) Do they sing the songs their group makes themselves? 2) Do they film their shows in the real world or in the Sekai? Do the virtual singers help them with that? 3) Are their relationships outside of hw more or less the same (e.g. Tsukasa with Toya or Rui with Mizuki)? 4) How likely are they to be recognized even with their masks? Has anybody in their lives already recognized them? Thank you for making this au, it lives in brain now

AWWAWAWAWA TJANK YOU FOR THE ASK I YELLED WHEN I SAW IT /POS

1- everyone except nene does, starting off!! given everything thats gone on with her, pre-main story she still can’t get herself to sing anymore, even for online songs where she isn’t performing in front of an actual in person audience. after main story she gets more resolve, and she does take some time to start singing again, but with her very supportive friends she starts to find her confidence in singing again :) (can i mention how overjoyed rui gets about it. can i mention how much he missed her voice. can i mention how AGAIN he is filled with so much guilt around how the sound of her singing coming from her room was replaced by suffocating silence after what happened. can i mention how genuinely happy for her and proud of her he is, that despite it all, that maybe they really do have a chance here, all together. sorry i’m insane about rui and that doesn’t change here.)

2- i’ve been debating on whether or not they start filming their shows at the closed off wonder stage actually! they do start off filming in sekai at least. i think both areas have their pros and cons, so they might end up alternating. not sure yet.

3- tsukasa and toya’s relationship have stayed the same, and same with saki. tsukasa’s past has actually stayed practically the same in general. i haven’t changed much about his.

mizurui on the other hand. ohohohohohohoho. fun fact i was brainrotting specifically about swap au mizurui a lot a while ago. bc this au co exists with wxs-ified n25. dont look at the old tag i had for them please. i want to fix them cause i have more stuff i want to add and like. do it better. but i haven’t gotten around to it. all you need to know is n25 now does theater shows together instead. yahoo. anyway i think about swap au mizurui a lot. because. augh. their relationship has stayed very similar to canon, being lonely outcasts who found each other on that rooftop, but it makes me ill bc. rui introduces mizuki to theater and shows. he might not do them anymore but he sometimes talks about them with mizuki and mizuki can see the love he had for them and they get curious. and they give it a try and find so much joy into doing shows and being able to express themselves on stage with less judgement while they act and finding people who DO accept them and while they’re not able to stay long it gives them hope, that there are people who will accept them as they are, and if mizuki’s lucky they won’t even lose them. like. rui who was so hurt by theater and things that happened with it and mizuki who finds so much comfort and hope in it. are you hearing me.

4- through the power of luck none of them really get discovered. i think the one thats the most likely to be recognized is tsukasa though, maybe with saki or toya stumbling upon one of their videos.

thank you for the ask again aND TY FOR LIKING IT I SAY IT A LOT BUT IM SO HAPPY IM INFECTING MORE PEOPLE W MY BRAINROT they make me insane

[happyinjection]

♠️♥️High Card Short Story 1 “Mint Soda and Cafe au Lait Float”♦️♣️ (3/3)

Once we are done with work, let’s head out to our favorite pub, “Crazy 8”~

Original: https://twitter.com/highcard_pj/status/1530021332561170432?s=20&t=lLB3b2CH1n76STg9Xa0uNA

Author: https://twitter.com/poipheno

Artist: https://twitter.com/ebimoji3

Crazy 8 was a long-established pub located right next to the Old Maid branch of Pinochle Automobiles. Rumors had it that they had been in business for nearly 30 years.

The dimly lit interior was fully furnished with wood. The counter was gold-plated, reflecting the light. It gave off the atmosphere of an authentic Irish pub. Behind the counter, a neon lamp in the shape of the pub’s name glimmered.

“Yahoo, Master. I’ll have my usual ♪”

Chris rested his elbow on the counter, leaning forward as he called out to the manager of the pub on the opposite side. His name was Douglas.

“It’s you guys again.”

Douglas had a muscular build and cleanly shaved head, as well as an intimidating air about him.

“Even if you said that, Master, I’m sure that you’re happy to see us, your dear regulars, turning up often around here~ By the way, Finn, what are you having?”

“Beer.”

“You’re underage! Order something non-alcoholic!”

“Just kidding. I’ll have my usual soda.”

The bartender didn’t give a reply, but he immediately turned and walked away to start preparing our orders. Chris, who had picked a high stool to sit in, crossed his slender legs as he waited. I sat down next to him.

“Finn, are you hurt anywhere?”

“Oh. My fist hurt a bit from when I packed those punches, but it was no big deal. Shouldn’t I be asking about how you’re doing instead?”

“Not at all ♪ I don’t even need to eat my Fudgees.”

After a moment, two coasters were being slide out onto the counter. And then, a glass filled up to the brim was put on each of them.

“You guys should not come here in the first place if you’re not going to drink alcohol.”

That said, Douglas placed Chris’ favorite drink, the cafe au lait float, in front of the latter, before turning his back on Chris instantly and without courtesy.

“Master, even if you’re spitting such mean words, you’re always giving us freebies. For instance, the float is bigger than usual today. Isn’t it amazing that he never made a big deal out of these kind gestures~”

Chris put his thin lips against the straw and began sipping. “Hn~ you see, it is similar to Vietnamese coffee, in the sense that it has condensed milk poured in. Definitely rich in calories~”

“Ew, it’s like you’re piling something sweet on top of something even sweeter.”

I stuck my tongue out in digust, frowning. As I was about to sip on my own drink, it suddenly came to my attention. In the soda, there were a number of tiny leaves floating around. Furthermore, a slice of lime was stuck at the rim of the glass.

“What is this? Isn’t it different from what I asked for?”

“Mint, huh. Then it must be virgin mojito. This is another special service from the Master, so make sure to drink it gratefully.”

“Vir… what was that? But I, hate veggies. Including greeneries, leaves, and the like.”

“Mint is not a veggie, though.”

“I see. Fine, I’ll try to drink it, why not, I’ll try.”

I put the straw in my mouth while stealing a glance at Master. His back remained turned on us as he was wiping on a glass. It followed that he turned on the TV installed near the ceiling using a remote control.

“Mnn! Who could’ve guessed that this drink tastes absurdly good?! Thanks a bunch, Master!”

With his gaze fixed on the TV, Master resumed wiping on the glass using a towel. Meanwhile, I downed my whole glass of mint soda in one gulp, slurping it noisily up to its final drops.

“Seconds, please!”

“Keep your pace slow.”

“Bossy, ain’t ya? I can drink however much I want.”

“Gah, what an insolent brat. Well, whatever. Speaking of, you did a great job today. Even though you claimed that you were simply doing it as a hobby, I have to admit that you’ve got some skills in boxing.”

“Our opponents were just lacking. I could say the same about you, I mean, you were the one displaying that flashy combination of Muay Thai and god-knows what other martial art techniques.”

“I was somewhat forced to learn them after I joined Pinochle, that’s all there is to it. Afterall, I’d rather not become drenched in sweat.”

“Eh, but you should absolutely teach me sometime.”

“Did I hear that right, are you looking forward to get all sweaty with me?”

“You’re being creepy again.”

“Reporting from Gibbs Street, earlier this afternoon…”

Interrupting our conversation, the voice of a reporter blared out from the TV, dropping the name of a street which sounded familiar. It also seemed to grab Chris’ attention, as he immediately spun on his high stool to get a better view of the TV.

“An incident just occured in which a group of mafia were attacked by unknown assailants. According to the police who arrived at the scene, someone is believed to have intervened in a drug transaction between the mafia. The items were stolen from a museum, with the market price of—”

“…”

“…”

Chris and I stared at each other with wide eyes.

“Um, Chris……. isn’t this a bad sign? But we won’t be showing up on the headlines, will we?”

“High Card” was a secret organization operating under Pincochle Corporation. The true identities of its members must never be revealed to the general public, and anyone who’s not involved in the business was forbidden from knowing the existence of X-playing cards.

Tiredly, Chris laid his wrist across his forehead, sighing.

“Come to think of it, I didn’t expect that gem to possess such a high value.”

“I-I didn’t do anything, I swear! It’s their own fault!”

“Finn, we’re completely innocent. We don’t know anything. We didn’t do anything. Isn’t that so?”

True, true. I rapidly nodded in agreement.

“I will submit my report to jii-san and tell him that we were not involved in anything. And then I’ll call it a day and go home right away. It would take time, but this whole incident would get swept under the carpet, eventually. Uh, and, just for the record, do not ever let Leo catch a wind about this.”

“…Sounds like it’s gonna be a big pain in the ass.”

“I hope that would solve the problem. For now, fingers crossed…”

Chris raised his glass of cafe au lait float. I copied his movement with my own refilled glass of mint soda.

“Good work today…….”

When we clinked our glass together, both of our hands were still shaking so pathetically that a clattering sound could be heard.

♠️♥️♦️♣️

TL notes: I’m in no way a professional translator so if you find any mistakes, please do not hesitate to inform me right away. I love the High Card gang and I found it very unfortunate that while it is meant to be a multimedia project, I can’t seem to find the translated versions of any materials (beside the anime) anywhere (if this is against copyright, I will take it down). Hopefully this small TL would help international viewers gain better understanding of HC universe and characters. The author of these SS himself said that he hoped fans would have their “so that’s what it is!” moments when they watch the anime after reading his short stories. So with that in mind, let’s enjoy High Card together~

[more-than-a-princess]

GET TO KNOW YOUR ADMIN !!

name — Rae.

pronouns — she/her.

preferred comms — If my writing partner isn't too chatty, doesn't like plotting much/only wants to establish a first meeting, and doesn't like muns sending them random things that remind them of our muses? Then tumblr, definitely. For everyone who is the opposite of the above? Discord. I show no restraint on sending applicable aesthetics at 3 AM if I find it.

name of muse — Sonia Nevermind, Crown Princess of Novoselic, Hope's Peak Academy's Ultimate Princess, horror/occult aficionado, chocolate connoisseur, culinary and housekeeping disaster, and generally one of the most cheerful people your muse will ever meet. TalentSwap!AU and post-DR2 game canon does not apply where 'cheerful' is concerned.

experience in RP — As of this...er, season, I'll have been roleplaying off and on for the past 24 years. I started roleplaying in autumn 1999 (my middle school RP days were indeed something). Should I have a celebration for when I hit a quarter century of roleplaying experience? Quarter life crisis?

best experiences — I don't want to boil the best experiences down to specific muses/muns/storylines, but the best way I can describe them are these: when I first started roleplaying, it was in the fandom written by the Wizard Lady and roleplaying on AOL/Yahoo/LiveJournal was just so new. There were no real expectations or rules to follow, and while there was plenty of godmodding and things that didn't make sense, it was just ridiculous fun. The second would be every time I'm able to make a friend in the mun I'm writing with and we've got giant plotlines going with all sorts of scenes and situations that allow the muses to grow and develop over time. That is truly the best part of RP for me now.

pet peeves / dealbreakers — I have a few, including but not limited to: super small text, multiple spaces between words for aesthetics (it's hard to read for me!), one-liners/single paragraph replies that aren't dashcomm or crack, uncut threads, giant icons/gifs/Danganronpa sprites, not tagging posts (but especially OOC, aesthetics, and smut), constantly dropped threads while asking for more starters/memes (hiatuses aside), no bios or muse information beyond a name/fandom (for both canon and OC muses), and instant shipping (or after 1-2 threads/interactions. It's not for me).

muse preference ( fluff, angst, smut ) — Yes! To all three. My favorite interactions have some fluff, humor, and/or soft situations when the angst gets too angsty, and some angst or conflict when the muses get too settled in and content in the lives. Generally, my least favorite thing to write is action/combat scenes, most fantasy (urban fantasy might be the exception but high fantasy stuff? Not my thing to write), and sci-fi plots. I do write smut and I enjoy writing smut, but I like it in the context of a larger storyline and with a bigger purpose beyond just the muses having sex. It's why you'll never see smut starters on this blog and why, if I'm going to write smut with a mun, I've probably plotted with them about it first.

plot or memes — Plots and memes if I'm unfamiliar with your muse, which is highly likely for anime/video game/comic muses, and anything 'recent' in the past 10-15 years. But I'm fine with just memes if I'm familiar with the fandom/muse or we have past interactions I can build off of. But in general I'm a fan of plotting.

long or short replies — Long replies nowadays, always. Mostly because one-liners and short paragraph replies just aren't fun for me: I feel most creative and enjoy roleplaying more with long replies at this point. And I'm reluctant to spend time writing anything for fun if I'm not having a good time doing it: and short replies, beyond crack or dashcomm, are just not a good time for me.

best time to write — Downtime in the mid-afternoon at work, middle of the evening on workdays (after a rest and dinner), and mid-afternoon until the wee hours of the morning on weekends/days off. Late nights and between breakfast and lunch are just no good for me, writing-wise.

are you like your muse — Unfortunately I am not blonde, European, royalty, conventionally beautiful, and constantly full of optimism. However, I enjoy horror movies (Sonia knows more than I do), chocolate, tea, and much of Sonia's fashion inspiration here because I saw her in DR2 and was just 'classic styles with feminine touches? ballgowns? it's my closet.' I'd be her snarky, pessimistic best friend unable to stop with the quips while telling her 'Sonia bb let me teach you how to make toast it does not involve buttering it before it goes in the toaster.'

Tagged by: @sparklymuses (Thanks Sparkle!) Tagging: @quickdeaths, @dcviated, @phantasmalnightmare, @crystalmarred, @fallesto, and you. Reading this. Right now.

[whoiskt]

9, 10, 22, 26 and you know it’s for my boi, Lloyd!! Happy Birthday (almost) and when’s Lloyd’s??🖤

🖤 Yahoo yippee thanks! It's kind of hard to give Lloyd a birthday because he was born in space before Earth or the Sun existed...? But if he chose a date to celebrate his birthday on it would probably be March 18th, last day of Winter or so. Sooo much pisces energy ♓

9. If your OC wrote fanfiction (or if they already do), what type? (fix fic, ship, crossovers, AUs, smut, etc.)

Fix-it fics, for sure. He's going back and giving everyone happy endings. His most commonly used tag would be "Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies"

10. How would your OC do in the last book/movie/tv show/game/etc. you read/watched/played?

My last media experience was "Malcolm in the Middle" and honestly he would thrive. Lloyd would be good friends with Hal, I think. Maybe he could help Malcolm be less annoying.

22. What type of Avatar The Last Airbender-type bender (or non-bender) would your OC be? Any bending specialties?

Hmmm... I suppose he could be an airbender? Sort of in a lack-of-air style of bending? Although, I think the monk lifestyle would really suit him now that I think about it. I mean he IS a pacifist nature-lover who travels the world trying to be of service to others. He actually fits in so well 😅

26. Your OC is stuck in a musical episode. What song(s) do they sing? (And how thrilled or annoyed are they about being stuck in a musical?)

Ooooh my god. There will be a musical episode, I swear it, if there's ever actually episodes at all then one will be a musical.

Lloyd would be thrilled to be stuck in a musical. He would get 2 songs minimum. One would be a upbeat duet with Evelyn, where he's giving her advice or maybe they're talking to someone else and giving them advice together. I'm imagining this is like a Season 3 episode where all the characters are well-established, so his other song could be a soulful ballad that's a summary of his character growth since the start of the series.

I actually started writing a episode with a original musical number but this is an actual screenshot before I decided it was too soon for something like that:

#fail

As for a jukebox musical, I could imagine him singing "Kill the Sun" by Motherfolk as sort of a pump-up song at the bar before he tries to do something big to save the world. Or whatever it is he's doing.

Thanks again!!!

[okthatsgreat]

HEY @shsl-roomba I WROTE OUT A WHOLE REPLY TO YOUR QUESTION AND THEN TUMBLR DECIDED NOT TO PROCESS IT LMAO! and then when i tried again it deleted the entire ask so </3 Um!

im gonna copy and paste here THE ORIGINAL ASK WAS ALONG THE LINES OF "how would your ocs react during the tragedy (if they weren't remnants?)"

you guys are being so nice asking these questions btw this shit is like cocomelon 2 me

YAHOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

alright SO!!!!!! this list is going to be decided based on how likely they are to survive in an apocalyptic/post-apocalyptic scenario IGNORING the possibility of them becoming remnants................ i reckon despair still definitely has a say in all of this just because of the nature of this catastrophe but i will try avoid them becoming "remnant-like"/evil if that makes sense !!!!!! ALSO this is ignoring the possibility of them getting like. nuked or smth

FROM MOST TO LEAST LIKELY TO SURVIVE!!!

• sae: knows how to survive off of very little, lives in a (mostly-- her afi is still alive and kicking probably!!!!!!) secluded fishing shack off of the coast of iceland where the nearest town is like a forty minute drive. she is (as her ultimate would suggest lol) an extremely skilled fisherman and sailor, so should it REALLY come down to it she could man a solo ship into the ocean for a few weeks and be totally fine. not only that but she is remarkably well adjusted to this life already and will have little difficulty adjusting should a catastrophic event hit the majority of the population. sae is fine with seclusion, very physically strong in the rare chance somebody does attack her in person, knows how to live off of the ocean, and lives far away from heavily populated areas. honestly disregarding the loneliness that will definitely start creeping in on her and having to deal with people dying all across the world she will be so fine gfjhkdghksfhfdgdfjk. she would be more than happy to keep her and her afi safe, and maybe the occasional wandering survivor should they approach with good intentions

• naomi: sae is the outlier in that i know for a fact she would be extremely likely to survive, but EVERYBODY ELSE on this list has a much higher percentage of getting themselves killed LMFAO. that being said, naomi has been a bit of a survivalist for most of her life and is definitely scrappy enough to make her way around. now when i say "survivalist" i don't mean she's like. a hunter or knows much about outdoor living, which is definitely a disadvantage for her, but she's survived periods of time with limited/no food or shelter. obviously this wasnt an apocalyptic scenario but she could definitely apply some of her knowledge she's gained from that time!!! it would be hard to catch her, so if she were to get herself killed it would probably be because she seriously fucked up somewhere along the line or she died of hunger/freezing. AND ALSO IMPORTANTLY naomi is not the most headstrong character and despair is certainly just as much of a threat to her as other people are. paranoia could be helpful in some cases in keeping her safe but it will really end up damaging her in the end, not to mention other people if they ever manage to run into her. likely wouldn't hang out in a group (but honestly i could see it in an au that is nicer to her lol. a group of like four or five that takes her in and tells her to chill the hell out)

• erin: NOW I KNOW SHE SEEMS REALLY HIGH UP ON THIS LIST so let me start off by saying a few things. number one the jump in survival rate has SERIOUSLY plummeted from naomi to erin, like they are NOT in the same realm of conceivably surviving LMFAOO. number two while in any normal apocalyptic scenario erin would suffer, i can really really clearly see one scenario where she ends up being ok. like in a normal scenario she would really have to toughen up and drop the pippy act immediately (which, if push came to shove, she could), and while she isn't extremely strong or knowledgable about survival she is very ruthless. despair would hit her like a TRUCK at first, mostly because her entire life was dedicated to that kids show of hers that is now gone forever along with most of its audience, but once she gets over that (IF she does) she would absolutely grow a backbone and help out. does that mean she survives??? not necessarily. but in the event she does end up getting over the despair she would likely join a group of some kind and help out in any way that she can. ALSO. I KNOW THIS IS KINDA CHEATING SINCE TECHNICALLY THE EVENTS OF ULTRA DESPAIR GIRLS IS "AFTER" THE TRAGEDY. but if we are considering those events then erins survival rate just shot wayyyy up because i can really see the kids of towa city taking a liking to her due to her children's show and just kidnapping her as a second servant LMFAOOOO. some kinda jester even. and ohhhh my god she would get so fed up with nagito. she survived a whole tragedy and reshaped her entire personality only for THIS asshole to give her grief good fucking lord

• ryobe: ryobe is a lot more cunning than he first seems, and while he knows nothing about survival or fighting (should it come down to it which it likely will), he could reasonably work his way up in a group of survivors. while his refusal to relent his goofy personality in such an upsetting situation would definitely earn him quite a few enemies, it probably DOES help him to get through a lot of the trauma in general. unfortunately it is also very likely his downfall as well. he doesnt have this "whole world gets ripped out from under him" moment like erin does and when he finally does realise he needs to get a bit of a grip it is wayyyyy too late. he would really piss off a lot of important people and in an apocalyptic scenario where everybody is extremely paranoid you need to be able to resolve conflicts in a peaceful manner. and the second he gets kicked out of a group (if he even MADE IT to one in the first place) its OVER. he can not survive on his own, both mentally and physically

• mika: she's got more of a grip on reality than ryobe does but she doesn't have any particular skills that will cause her to excel in this scenario. can't fight, not particularly charismatic, not particularly cunning. it really all comes down to luck and she famously does not have a great track record with this

• yoshito: a huge softie with, unfortunately, zero relevant skills. he either goes mad or dies before he gets the chance to. i cant see a scenario where he ever fights back like a few of his classmates with similar strength would, he isn't very fast, and he is not equipped to handle loneliness. the only thing i could possibly think of that he could use is his knowledge of certain shelters and food banks, but ALL of them are likely to get targeted in an apocalypse like this so he's pretty shit out of luck in general lol. he'd stay hopeful for as long as he possibly can, but i can't really see him making it super far. best case scenario he becomes a future foundation member

• rie: nothing in her life had prepared her for this and i really don't think she would make it. while she would probably have a "whole world gets ripped from under her" moment like erin did she would not adapt quickly and even if she did push through she is not nearly as ruthless or determined to survive. physically weak, probably losing her mind a bit and letting that charismatic side of her slip, and has no clue how to find food or shelter. not to mention the lifestyle adjustment would also be extremely jarring for her as well, even if she is probably more adjusted to living on very little than most would expect of her. overall just cant really see it, in a beautiful world where everything goes right for her she might be able to pull herself out of trouble by the skin of her teeth

• billie: girl whose whole purpose is to be mid then die. family guy death pose................... TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and of course. andi computer

THANK YOUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!! <333333

[theburgessobserver]

JACK FROST WILD WEST AU!

It was another typical day at the North Pole ....if you can call arguing among Santa Claus,The Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy about the Northern lights typical…

North:How many times I've got tell you it's not problem that we can deal with just like that!

Bunnymund:I didn't ask you for your opinion!

North:I sick you bothering me

North:I didn't get any sleep last night because i had to fix the Guardian Lights.

Toothiana:We have been talking about this for 3 hours and we still don't know where to start!

North:Look Tooth you flying up miles does not fix problem.

North:I know urgency it's probably more important to me than it to you!And I invented it!So just stop pushing me.

Bunnymund:Stop Pushing?!

Bunnymund:We've had this broken down for a week now!What if an emergency happened we couldn't just be in the dark about it.

Tooth:Okay so we're all tired and we all want to get it done as soon as possible so why dont we just ride it.

Meanwhile Jack was watching some westerns on an portable TV he found them so fun even though they took place in the Dry and Hot Desert most of the time.He had always had a bit of fondness for them after all he grew up as a cattle boy and it felt familiar to him now more than ever.

And the toys of the workshop helped the feel what with the cowboy action figures,horses,stage coaches and toy town and model train set it just worked out!

He was quite sad to see his friends arguing he wanted to help so he came up with an idea.

North:Look Jack ive already told you keep out of this

Jack:Well , I just thought…

North:Well just don't there's nothing you can do to help,It's enough dealing these two here without you make it more difficult.

Bunny:Yeah go back and leave us alone!

North:That's right and we'll make the decisions!

Tooth:And could you turn that Television down!?

Well…all i wanted to do was just give a suggestion,Jack silently muttered to himself…

Bunny:WELL THERE AS SOME JOBS THEY CAN'T DO AND THIS IS ONE OF THEM!

North:Oh,and what did they do before we had the Northern Lights?

Bunny:Holy Mackerel…just listen to this guy!

Tooth:Look,will you two just stop fighting amongst yourselves so we can finally get somewhere?

Bunny:But…

North:But nothing just leave me alone so I get back to work.

Tooth:Look North we dont want to tell you what to do it's just that this is a very important necessity.

Meanwhile Jack was getting tired and started to drop off to sleep Sandy noticed him and so he gave him so gave him some Dreamsand.Jack was falling asleep the words of the fellow Guardians were on his mind”Keep out of this Jack!” ”That's right,we'll, make the decisions!”

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Gunfire was heard in J.Shorters Bank in Sandy Springs,the Bankteller was held at gunpoint by a bandit.

“Oh my,Oh my,you can't do that!Mr.Shorty will be very mad”:He said as the bandits took the bags of gold one by one.

While at Gunpoint he saw the alarm…slowly he inched his way towards it.

Cmon,Cmon thats it.

Just one more..

Yeah Just one more

“The trouble with your two is that you're just plain greedy”Said the lead bandit to the other two.

Hurry it up,Hurry it up!

Suddenly a shot rang out and ink flew across the teller

“I wouldn't do that if i were you….next time i'm aiming for you!”

Okay you,lets beat it!

The Bandit turned back to the teller:”I hope you have a nice warm fireplace.”

After which he shot down a lamp and set it ablaze,

Before Leaving he stopped to say:Were the Guardian gang,see you round partner.

The Bankteller went to the phone.

Operator!Operator!Fire!Help!Robbery!Oh my!

Outside the gang in their eight horse oven stagecoach were riding high.

YIPPEE YI YAY!YAHOO!YAHHA!WOOHOO!YAHEY!

They said as they drove over the Mayor's garden with the Mayor shaking his fist at the unchained bandits who knocked down his fence.

Maverick Nick:How are we doing ?

Deadshot Aster:If you try to ride this this coach and not fly it we'll do a whole lot better

Dragon Tooth:Yeah try not to get us crippled before we spend the money

Dragon Tooth:What's the matter Aster?I thought you like a little bit of dangerous driving!

Deadshot Aster:Yeah I know but I'd like to stay alive too!What's next chief?

Maverick Nick:A little Gold consignment in Kansas City and the nearest town from here to there is..Jacksville

Maverick Nick:Reckon well bide our time there

Deadshot Aster:Did you Say Jacksville?

Maverick Nick:Yes so what?

Deadshot Aster:Well the Sheriff there has a reputation for Law and Fun!

Dragon Tooth:And they say he's the coolest draw in the west.

Maverick Nick::QUIT WHINING YOU TWO!I said next stop Jacksville

Jackville Law Abiding folks welcome:the sign read.

Sherrif Jack was resting in cool breee,just yesterday he shot off an apple of the Bartenders head while saying that he would do it"without knocking down a single hair".Then again the Bartender was bald.But that was the fun and excitment this town needed.

When suddenly a man broke in and started gesturing in sign language.

The Guardian Gang is in town?Ok let's play it cool then….

At the Saloon the atmosphere was most dissatisfactory with the three new guests.

Deadshot Aster:Another drink and be quick about it mate!

Maverick Nick::Yeah I could do with another strong drink.

Katherine:I hope you aren't planning no trouble after all this is a Law abiding town and this is a respectable Bar!

Deadshot Aster:Why don't you get lost sweetheart?

Maverick Nick:What's hurry I hope you not trying to pull out just when lifes getting sweet?

T:Well no chief but..

Maverick Nick:Then Shut it

M:At Six today the express mail train will pick up the largest load of Gold ever shipped in the west and right now its safe and sound but 5 minutes before the train leave station that gold will be wheeled out on the platform and that's when our dream will come true!

Sheriff Jack entered the Bar

Silence fell

He slowly walked up to the ringer

What'll it be, sheriff?Said the Barkeep.

Maverick Nick:Vodka,Sheriff?

Jack:No,just milk.

Silence fell again and all eyes were on him.

The Gang all looked at him.

Jack slowly reached for his milk.

His hand slowly made his way when……

BANG!A shot rang out!

And then another and another!

Everyone ducked.

Deadshot Aster missed and Jack shot his gun out of his hand.

Jack:Alright dont move,hold it right there!

Tooth was about to shoot him when Sandy hit here with a chair knocking her out.

Nick was about to get Jack but as he aimed Katherine hit him.

Let that be a lesson to you, never be rude to a lady.

Great job gang!Jack said congratulating the loyal citizens.

Alright you put your hands up!

N:well get even with you Sheriff

Okay Sandy take them to the jailhouse

Jack:You can just cool off in there, okay?

The phone ranged

Jack:Yes

Trouble down at the Eastwood rodeo Sheriff!Could you come down?:said the voice from the phone.

Jack:Sure Slim!

Sandy gestured.

“Yes i'm leaving to help Slim,you stay here deputy and guard them till i return.”

“Ok,but remember to keep an eye on them.”

One Hour later the deputy was asleep whilst he lay there while the gang plotted…

They had connected a hook to a piece of wire and were trying to get the keys which lay on the desk.Whispering amongst each other.

T:Just a little more

D:Easy

N:Blast it!

T:Try again.

D:Thats it,Thats it,Thats it

Lady Luck must have smiled on them for they got the keys hooked and slowly dragged them across the floor.

Sandy would move every now and again,stirring as if his dream was turning into a nightmare.

N:Tooth you take care of him ill get the weapons.

Sandy was still sleeping but he woke up when he was bound and not gagged.He was tied to his seat and could only helplessly look on as the gang made there getaway.

Maverick Nick: said:I hope you have a nice warm fireplace.

And promptly shot the oil lamp and lit it.

The fire spread whilst the gang went on to their stagecoach and fled.

Sandy was struggling and trying to unbound himself while the fire came closer and closer.

He knew he wouldn't make it out through the exit as he was bound and would never make it so he knocked over the phone.

While he couldn't talk he could alert Jack.

He did his form of communication one tap yes two taps no.

Who is this?Tap Tap Tap Tap.Sandy is that you?Tap .Is there some sort of trouble?Tap.Dont worry, I'm on my way!

The Stagecoach was going like crazy through the lone prairie at dangerous speeds.

Suddenly it stopped at the crossroad which said:Kansas City and Border.

D:Why have we stopped mate?

N:Look we make plan and we do it!

T:I dont know the mountain road is hard and this large stagecoach wont make it!

D:And i'm not risking my neck in Kansas after the shootings of 89.And that gold will surely have guards.

N:Look i glad we out of Jail but we still have hope to ride off into the sunset as the richest bandits ever.

D:I say we go for the border where well be safe.

N:I say for Kansas you don't know this Stagecoach as much as I , why i….

T:Built it?

N:Of Course not!I stole it!

Aster:We should just scream. I don't want to be on this crazy thing one minute longer than I need to!

T:Listen you two !We can still make it!And have all the gold we want!

D:I'm not risking my neck just to satisfy your bloody greed!We've got plenty from the other places we hit and when we double-crossed those Midget Terrors of Tiny Town.

T:Can you two just make up your minds?

The fire rained hot in the Sheriff's office…Jack saw his past melt before his eyes his valued memories gone in the light of the blaze the Guardians made.Fortunately He made it in time to save Sandy.While Sandy was not a good talker he was a great listener and knew exactly what the bandits planned to do!

He wrote down the Border and Kansas and information he heard.

Jack:Hmm the border but their heart was on the gold too ...and they'll make it there before the express and then they would paint the town red…unless there desperate people and greedy…i'm going to put my career on them going for the gold and and i'll stop them even or bust!

Sandy wrote:You'd better be careful there, dangerous and taught.With the Price of 200,000 thousand dollars on their head and their infamy they don't think twice!

D:Ok im going on…but if this thing breaks to splinters it was your choice!

N:So as I say let's go!

Jack got aboard the she was driven by Jamie Jones the famed engineer.He was proud of his engine it was a modern 4-4-0 fresh out of the Baldwin Locomotive Works with 15 inch cylinders and 80 inch drivers beautifully decorated and modern she was Jamies love.With diamond leaf lettering proudly presenting their name”Iron Belle“….the chase of the horse and the iron horse was on!

Jack:Well, We need to make it there!

Jamie Jones:Dont worry i think we can!Cmon girl you can do it,show them what you're made of!

The Guardian Gang had quite a lead but the horses struggled up the steep grades and Nick's whip didn't help much.

D:What's wrong with this thing?Are you sure you don't have any brakes?Because they seem to be on.He sarcastically remarked.

The Iron Belle was gaining but the road went downhill so the gang was speeding up. It was a rough,wild and hazardous ride as they passed through a Railroad Crossing.

Jamie:Hot Diggity,that's my Girl looks like they licked.Were gaining quick.

They started coming closer…

The Iron Horse sped through the tunnel with its whistles wailing in a cry of victory!

T:The Sheriffs aboard!

D:Are you sure?

T:Completely, I could tell by how the sun glinted off his white teeth.

Suddenly the horses got a second wind and started to speed up.

The train and the coach were nearly side by side!

B:Keep 'em going neck and neck!

The race was on!

N:Onwards Jailbird, Laws nightmare and Spirit.

Cmon, I'm waiting for you:said Jack.

N:He's got gun!

D:Whadya expect mate?A shovel?

Deadshot climbed aside and took aim and started shooting at the cab and Jack fired back they were practically next to each other.Jack missed Aster but the shot disbalanced him and knocked him over while falling off he clumsily got his foot stuck in the ropes so he was dragged on.

Dragon Tooth:Dont stop, we can do it!

Maverick Nick successfully navigated it through shortcuts through the mountain road so they could make up for the Expresses' faster speeds.

As they rounded the next crossing they passed the express; it wasn't over yet.

Meanwhile Aster was still dragging along through the dust and sand.

D:Well now I look like a dust Bunny.He said to himself.

The Express kept on gaining and soon enough they were yet again neck and neck with Jack firing back at T.

The Steam pressure was building and Belle was straining under the speed it was going at!

Jamie:C'mon you can do it!

But she was losing steam rapidly,the bullet hole on the boiler did their work and it looked like it was over!

Aster was right!The Coach was put under too much pressure too and lost a wheel just as it was going over a railroad crossing and got stuck.

The train was going too fast and collided with the coach as the horses ran loose as the reins broke and the coach got caught on the cowcatcher…

The gang was hanging on for dear life when suddenly..

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"Jack?Jack?"

"We must stop the Guardians gang"

Jack woke up to see North and the guardians around him.

North:Jack?Jack?Jack?You've been dreaming,are you right?

Jack:Yeah…

Bunnymund:Sorry we were a bit tough on you,but we were all nervous about the breakdown.

North:But we found a solution!And to celebrate we'll have a trip to Oklahoma as you wanted!

Tooth:But it won't be exactly like as you saw in the cowboy movie you saw.

North:What were you dreaming about?

Jack:Well…

Jack:I was the Sheriff of Jacksville,and you were part of the guardian gang.

The Guardians listened with interest,except Sandy who couldn't help but smile….

This happens circa a few months after the events of the movie,by this point in time Jack has gotten used to his life as a Guardian and coming often to North's Workshop to as he put it:Chill out.

Also i tried to make this all work to be canon so it had to be a dream that Sandy made for Jack.(Katherine the barowner is based on mother goose by the way...).Also the Terrors of Tiny town is an actual movie name for a western in this there somewhat like (all midget western)elfs with which the gang worked together for 3 years straight.......dont ask about the fourth year......it isnt pretty....

Please like,review and comment .It makes my day!And helps me.

Names

Cool-Handed Jack

Deadshot Aster-Wanted 100,000 Dollars....Dead or Alive(But rather dead..)

Wanted for:

? counts for murder

7 counts of mercenary activity

22 counts of theft

15 counts of Arson

And longtime Bootlegging

And more possible

Wanted in 8 states+Australia

He is said to be as dry and hostile as the outback.

While hes a terryfing Gunslinger he has a second weapon of choice a boomerang with it taking and returning things to him he conducted mandy unbelivable robberies like stealing the golden eggs of Gooses Gulch.

Deadshot Aster,one of the best shots of the west as leader of his former gang of outlaw which was based in Spring Town.He was often called there the true mayor as he had all the power over those"eggheads"as he called them....He made many robberies...also in his earlier years he was a hitman one of the best infact but quit becuase he thought he was working for too little and started his own bussiness....also he was in charge of making Eggnog and Moonshine without paying tax or owning in his secret underground tunnels.....with this network he could apper anywhere in town without warning with his men.

He and Jack have quite a history together as he arrested him once and turned him over to the 7th cavalry company who put him in a maximum security prison only for him to tunnel out.

Also Jack was once one of his targets....while he failed to shoot him his boomerang hurt him hard and the incident with the Union Pacific Railroad....dont ask about it its personal for them...

Maverick Nick

Dragon Tooth

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Now i invite you to a journey to a land which boundaries are that of imagination!A story.....that you will not believe! Little does anyone know that a threat IS COMING!!!! Pitch while powerfull and dangerous....this....is far worse! There is far more at stake then just belief! (It was alluded to in certain offical rotg content) And will have some details about the past.

Find out on MARCH 27TH!!! WHO WILL SAVE US????? And what is this giant threat that will imperil everyone?

Part 1 ON MARCH 27TH!!!!(PROLOGUE 26TH)

-EARTHS GREATEST SECRETS WILL BE REVEALED!

CREDIT TO:https://www.deviantart.com/dragonauroralight FOR DRAWING

[maggiehoneybite]

Ssp top hits

Tagged by @elfscribe (and attempting this now that I've figured out how to post links)

So, wanted to get some hiatus rec lists going and encourage some self promo in my friends so how about sharing your top fics no matter how big or small - give us the links to your wonderful words with the Most hits/Most kudos/Most comments/Most bookmarks/Most words/Least words.

Most hits/Most bookmarks. My Harry Potter non-magical AU, A Way to Measure Time.

The year is 2006. Severus Snape, who works for the Refugee Board, is no stranger to desperate people who seek asylum in the West. He deals with them on a regular basis, arranging for the deportation of many. He's not soft-hearted; he's had his share of troubles too, and it's pointless to feel sorry for strangers. But then, one day, Remus Lupin walks into his office. And things change. Non-magical AU set in Montreal, Quebec, Canada.

Most kudos. This one is a toss up between two fics. The first is Secondhand Happiness, the sequel in my Sweetness and Gall story arc, which was one of the first things I ever wrote, back in the days of the Yahoo Groups. (That's also the fic with the most words right now.) It had quite a following back in its time (before AO3). Quick blurb: A romance in the Rivendell Elf Slash genre. An early 2000s LOTR fandom classic.

The second is Life Class, my Good Omens fic inspired by The Naked Civil Servant (and Quentin Crisp in general). Quick blurb: Aziraphale is a life class model. Crowley learns to draw.

Most comments. My current Good Omens human AU WIP, Montreal Confidential. Still rather new, but with many comments already. This is a very active fandom! I'm very happy to be a part of it.

Summary: Aziraphale is a widower who lives in Montreal and works as a librarian-archivist at the McGill University library. Crowley is a young’ish cellist who moves into the apartment next door. Complications ensue. This fic started out as an excuse for me to write about music I like in a setting I enjoy, with some smut thrown in. It’s since taken on a life of its own, complete with Canadian baked goods, some Canadian WWII history, and an Italian mafia connection.

Least words. That would be some of the drabbles in my Snape/Muggle Appliance ficlets.

A series of short ficlets pairing Severus Snape with a variety of Muggle appliances. Some are funny, others hot; all are various levels of ridiculous. There are some poems in the mix.

1) Snape/Washing Machine (triple drabble) 2) Snape/Dishwasher 3) Snape/Toaster (drabble) 4) Snape/Vacuum Cleaner (sonnet) 5) Snape/Telephone 6) Snape/Hot Water Bottle (haiku)

Tagging @thebyrchentwigges, whose ansereg (Elvish BDSM) stories were among the fics that originally sucked me into fandom over 20 years ago.

[zylophie]

yahoo~ I'm yuepyon (yue), one of the three mods in this shared blog...nice to meet you if you are new here~!

FACTS ABOUT YUE;

☪︎⋆ yue, she/her, fujoshi, yumejoshi and otome lover :33 probably an odd combo but honestly I'm just very supportive of anything because it's a form of art !!

☪︎⋆ I'm a KnightsP, HiiroP, MikaP, MidoriP, KohakuP and JunP... it's a lot of works but I really adore them like a lot!

☪︎⋆ I don't mind brainrotting about other units though because I have...many favorites but anyways, please talk to me...I want some enstars friends that I can brainrot with~!

☪︎⋆ I tend to hesitate to talk about my interests (being a fujoshi and yumejoshi) due to my bad experience in my younger writing days but I would love to talk if you're interested just be aware that I tend to go berserk once you do... :3

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Here is the basic rules for this fandom, more details...either click here for my writing rules or here for more details on the requesting rules, thank you for your patience, pyon pyon~

RULES ;

1. Menu~!

DO ; fluff, angst, yandere and au. Feel free to request with our alphabet template and theme menu if you want ^^

DON'T ; nsfw

2. Reader~!

DO ; male, female, gender neutral... I'm very open to any pairings so no worries~

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3. Patient~!

DO ; patience is key since this is like an extra fandom with just one writer, the delivery might be a bit delay so yuepyon hope you understand~!

DON'T ; don't rush me please... someone did this to me before and it's not a nice feeling to have :<

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6. Request~!

DO; 4 character max per request at best if different characters but if you are requesting by group, just say the group name!

DON'T; please don't request more than one request at a time such as requesting for an oneshot and alphabet in one ask for an example so other people get a chance too.

[reflective-muses]

1-9 odd numbers for that latest meme

1. Who has been your favorite muse to play?

Oh goodness, that's a hard one. I think I'd have to say Nagisa from Free! was a lot of fun to play and write for. He's different from myself, but in a good way, and him being so extroverted and carefree helped to push me to be that way as well--at least within the rp community. I met some really great friends through rping him.

3. Are there any particular aus or plots that you’d really like to write?

For muses in a fantasy or historical setting I love modern AUs! I love to explore how muses would interact in our modern world. I love college!AUs as a more specific modern verse, but it doesn't work for all muses. Royal!AUs can be fun too. I love exploring AUs.

5. What is the most difficult thing about writing your current muse?

So I'll break this into parts since I'm a multi-muse blog.

For Kaveh, who is usually my strongest and loudest muse as of recently, I think it's because he's incredibly intelligent. I've rp'ed very smart muses before and also majored in STEM, but nowhere near the field Kaveh studied and works in. I'm terrible at math, geometry, engineering--you know, a lot of things architects need to know. I do, however, relate to him as a person and that overall I think makes him easier for me to write than some other muses.

For Tighnari, I think sometimes it's his very almost... dry way of speaking? I've played muses with a similar sort of personality and I love Nari a lot. I also majored in Biology so I have some understanding of what his research and studies kind of entail.

Lyney is one I added because I saw his character and thought 'Oh, he looks fun and interesting!' I think the hardest part right now is that the knowledge on him is kind of limited? I've read through all his (and Lynette's) lore and did his story quest, but there's still so much left to know and I need to knooooooooow~ I'm really excited to see how his role in Genshin plays out.

Futaba is a muse I connected with when I first played P5. I think the hardest part about playing her is some of her immense social anxiety and eccentricities at times. I also have anxiety, but not to the extent she had, at least initially.

7. Who was the very first muse you ever wrote?

I've been in the roleplay scene for a long time. If we're going waaaay back, I started within the Inuyasha fandom back in the AIM, Yahoo and MSN days rofl I rp'ed primarily as Kagome back then.

9. Do you write fanfiction, or have you in the past?

I have dabbled in fanfiction. I don't write a lot of it mostly because I tend to blank on plots? I read a lot of fanfiction though! If I ever end up writing anything I'll let you all know rofl

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Hi Astra! CONGRATS FOR THE 300 FOLLOWERS, YAHOO!!! If it's okay with you, can I request a Poly Pet/Animal Au with Ace, Sabo, and Fem! Hybrid Cat! reader with fluff prompt #3 and #7? You can assign which character have that prompt! The story would go like this: Hybrid Reader escaped from a laboratory where a bunch of scientists experimented on her. She happened to stumble on the two brothers, the two gladly took her in. From there, she started living with the two happily. But apparently, the two are harboring feelings for the hybrid feline. Thank youuu sooo muchhh ♥️

Warnings: hurt/comfort, human/hybrid experimentation, polyamory, fluff

Word Count: 1780

Sitting alone in a small, white room, you curled into a ball, ears twitching. You wanted out, you wanted to get away from here. You hated the constant experiments, the needles, the wires… the pain. A small sob escaped your lips, you weren’t an animal, hell even animals didn’t deserve this kind of treatment. You’d always been a hybrid, but for some reason these people seemed to think that you were the perfect test subject. Why, you didn’t know, hybrids had been around for some time now, they weren’t some rare creature that ‘needed’ study any more, so why you? Why a 13-year-old girl kidnapped from the streets to spend the next 9 years as a test subject? The lights in your room flickered, your head tilting to the side in confusion. That hadn’t ever happened, the lights always burned brightly, hurting your eyes. Finally, the lights shut off, the constant buzzing of electronics dying with them. Blinking your eyes, you looked around the dark room, not even the light from the hallway peeked in through the small window in the door, nor the blinking red light on the camera. Tentatively, you stood up, walking to the door. Was this another test? See what happened if they made it look like the power was cut? Could you really take the chance that it wasn’t and stay here? Grabbing the door, you turned the handle, pulling it open. The normally electronically locked door pulled open, a sense of hope filling you. You had to try. Running down the halls, you avoided anything that smelled or sounded like people as you rushed down the halls, occasionally sniffing the air, hoping for something that wasn’t cleaning supplies and medical compounds. Finally it hit you, a vague memory of a familiar scent… grass. Your speed picked up, drawing upon every last ounce of energy as you threw the doors open, bursting out of the building, wild eyes looking around, searching for something, what you weren’t sure. Barely clothed in a loose white shirt and white pants, you hurried down the street, flats leaving your feet, not made for the kind of running you were doing. A gasp left your lips as you sped around a corner, only to run smack dab into a very solid human form. Sitting on the ground, you looked up to see a bewildered black-haired young man.

“You’re definitely not my brother. You uh, have you seen a blond around? Has a scar over his left eye, an-” the young man looked you up at down, finally noticing the unusual clothing, lack of shoes, and wild eyes, “Are… you alright?” the boy asked, leaning down and offering you his hand. Another form suddenly slid around the corner, eyes wide.

“Oh thank god, Ace! You’re here right on… time…” a blond trailed off as he looked down at you, brow furrowing for a moment before his eyes widened.

“Holy shit, the rumors were true. Ace, we gotta help her! Come on, bring her to the car.” the blond said, glancing back around the corner before looking back at the first male, Ace.

“Whoa, whoa, Sabo. Calm down, what’re you talking about?” Ace asked, watching as the blond, Sabo, looked around, looking rather antsy.

“Not important right now, come on, we’ve gotta get outta here before-” the sounds of shouting drew the attention of all three of you.

“Help me.” you whimpered, Ace looking at Sabo before looking at you and nodding.

“Sorry kitty cat, but this’ll be easier.” Ace said, picking you up before he and Sabo began to sprint down the streets, Ace practically throwing you into the back of a car before the two got in, speeding away. 

The brothers had taken you in, hiding you in their apartment, giving you some of their little brother’s old clothes until they got you something better. Apparently, Sabo was the one who’d cut the power. Why, he never told you, but you were grateful all the same. Your ears still twitched at the small sounds that approached the apartment door, sniffing the air before your alert form relaxed. It had only been 2 years since you’d escaped, constantly on alert every time you heard the slightest noise. The brothers had done a good job of hiding you, covering your ears and tail every time you went out, buying wigs so nobody would recognize you. Afterall, no one would think much of a young woman in a cute hat who looked like she was related to them. It was by no means perfect, but it seemed to convince anyone who didn’t know them. While you often preferred the safety of the apartment, when they did escort you out around town, your favorite place was the park, finding a nice, secluded spot to rub against or roll around in the grass. Smelling the flowers, or just laying in the sun. Ace and Sabo quickly found out about your somewhat cat-ish quirks with rubbing up against things, marking them as you went. The couch, the back seat of the car, the dining chairs… them. Neither of the boys were sure if it meant anything, just letting you do what you wanted, but they couldn’t help but secretly hope it meant something. They’d talked about it at length when Ace passively mentioned that he wondered what kind of guy you were into, if you were into any guys at all. After a few months of tiptoeing around the subject followed by a few more months of trying to one up each other, they’d finally come to a truce. It was your decision, after all. That being said, they did end up wondering what would happen if you couldn’t choose between them. Choosing neither was one thing, but what if you wanted both? That had been another lengthy discussion that ended with the agreement to share. After all, there were only two other people in the world they trusted as much as they trusted each other. 

Sitting on the couch, one boy on either side of you, you curled up with them, yawning as you began to doze off, head resting on Ace’s lap, legs resting over Sabo’s lap. Ace smiled as he ran his hands through your hair, a small pur rumbling in your chest before dying down as you fell asleep.

“Fuck, she’s beautiful.” Ace muttered, Sabo’s thumb rubbing small circles on your thigh as they watched you sleep, sprawled across their laps.

“We should… tell her how we feel. It’s been 2 years since we met her, can we really continue to hide it from her?” Sabo suggested, sighing contentedly. As nervous as the idea of confessing made him, he wasn’t sure he could hide it from you much longer.

“I know, I just… I don’t want her to run from us.” Ace sighed, fingers still running through your hair.

“I don’t think she will. We helped her get away from… we took her in, we’ve hidden her and protected her, I think… worse case scenario, she starts to feel uncomfortable after our confession, at which point we ask Luffy if he and his friends can take her in.” Sabo said, Ace sighing and nodding. The blond had a point.

“When?” Ace asked, both boys still just staring fondly down at you.

“Soon. I say we either take her to that hill that overlooks one of the parks or we tell her after a nice dinner.” Sabo proposed, Ace nodding in agreement.

“Why not next week? Take her out for a small picnic on the hill, tell her then.” Ace suggested, Sabo nodding, it sounded like a good idea.

You smiled as you basked in the warm sunshine, not noticing the look the two brothers gave each other.

“Kitten?” Ace called, drawing you out of your thoughts. You just hummed your response, eyes half open as you looked over at them.

“You mind if we, uh… talk about something? Nothing bad, I promise, just… something important.” Ace reassured, watching as you nodded, ears tilting adorably. Sabo took a deep breath, trying to calm his pounding heart.

“Here’s the thing, Princess. We need to know how you feel about us. We’ve known how we feel about you for a while now, but we can’t keep wondering.” Sabo explained as you stared at them. How you felt about them? Were they talking about what you thought they were talking about? Your cheeks flushed slightly. You’d thought about it at such length that you were still debating it. Did they want you to choose? Were they actually asking about that? Taking a deep breath, you allowed yourself to enjoy the small breeze that swept across the hill. 

“I care deeply… about both of you. I have for some time now, I’ve…” you swallowed hard, trying to bring yourself to say what you felt, “I love you.” you whispered, your voice so quiet it was almost drowned out by the sound of the wind rustling the grass, “don’t… don’t make me choose.” you added, pulling your knees close and wrapping your arms around them. A pair of arms wrapped around you, surprising you.

“I never dared to even dream about you feeling the same.” Ace breathed, pulling you to sit between his legs, his heart soaring. He’d wished and prayed, yet never dared hope that you might love him. You looked back at him for a moment before your head was turned back in front of you, Sabo kneeling in front of you.

“We wouldn’t ever dare make you choose between us. If you’ll have the both of us, that is.” Sabo said softly, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. A smile spread across your face, pulling out of Ace’s arms to tackle Sabo in a hug, laughing happily.

“Hey! Who said you could go anywhere.” Ace protested, joining you and Sabo in laying on the ground, both male’s arms wrapped around you. The three of you lay there for a moment, just enjoying yourselves as you basked in their warmth and love.

“Should we go home? Take this love fest somewhere else?” Ace asked after a moment, not noticing as your eyes slowly began to close, the comfort of being in their arms starting to lull you to sleep.

“How about we just stay here and cuddle for a little while, she’s sleepy.” Sabo whispered, placing a kiss on your forehead as you once more drifted off, curled up with the brothers. Ace just nodded, feeling a little tired himself, following you in your trip to the land of dreams, Sabo chuckling before snuggling closer to you, deciding to follow your and Ace’s lead.

[aiiwa]

BEAUTIFUL IN BLUE — IWAIZUMI HAJIME.

— iwaizumi hajime.

⤷ genre: college au - fluff / smut

⤷ warnings: cursing, mature content and themes. smut: fingering (vaginal and anal), unprotected sex. kind of proof read but if you see a typo...no you didn’t.

⤷ word count: 6.4k

— a/n: set in the “FRESHMAN YEAR” universe, and is a continuation of “PRETTY IN PINK” - which i suggest reading before this. for those who wanted some real action after pretty in pink, this is for you <3.

a couple of weeks had passed since the incident. at least that’s what you had been addressing the day you had sent photos of you modelling your new lingerie to iwa, as. things had seemingly returned back to normal, photo unmentioned, and still your steady friendship continued with the oblivious brunette.

and now november had announced its arrival, with your boots beginning to disappear under crunchy oceans of cherry, merigold and bronze, and the potent, musky-sweet smell of browning leaves swirling around the air. it was the tell tale sign that fall was well and truly here, and what better of a time to drive out of town for the day, and celebrate momijigari.

at least that’s what you had told yourself before, what was meant to be a two hour drive, turned into over three hours spent in a car with the oversized toddlers know as your best friends.

“i’m hungry~!” whined toddler number one from behind you.

mattsun outstretched his long arms, reaching around the passenger seat you sat in, in an attempt to steal more of your snacks. you had made sure everyone knew to bring their own food and water, double- no, triple checked everyone was on the same page. but of course it was no surprise that mattsun was the only one to turn up empty handed. so when his grabby hands slapped against your cheeks for the nth time, you angled your face and snapped your jaw right on his thumb.

mattsun shrieks, jolting back away from you. “fucking hell, y/n!”

twisting around in your seat, you smirk, watching as he checked over the distinct bite mark on his red thumb.

“ha, serves you right.” pipes the figure slouched next to mattsun in the back seat. “ugh i need to take a leak.”

the peach-haired, number two toddler was none other than makki. he’d woken up cranky that morning, and it only seemed to worsen when he’d been shoved into the back with the chatty mattsun. within the first ten minutes he had tried to suffocate the latter with his pillow, and when that didn’t work, he took to blasting music in his headphones and facing himself towards the window for majority of the ride. only engaging with everyone when you began snacking, and he had decided to drink all of his juice just to spite mattsun.

“oi, iwa! control your gremlin!”

“shut up.”

“no, you shut up! you didn’t even want to share your juice with me!”

“i will literally piss on you right now.”

losing interest in the bickering duo behind you, your attention diverted to the third, brooding toddler beside you in the driver’s seat. you had spent majority of the drive admiring the way iwa handled himself behind the wheel; the flex of his arms under the fitted cotton of his blue long sleeve as he turned the wheel, and how the pads of his long fingers would tap against the worn leather to the beat of whatever tune began playing on shuffle. yet out of everything, it was when iwa took to mumbling the lyrics of whichever cheesy love song you were belting out to, that you found yourself falling even deeper into the pit of your affections for him.

throughout the drive, iwa had mostly managed to ignore the others’ antics - with your intervention of course. but with how tight his grip on the steering wheel had become from the squabbling in the backseat, and the dark look brewing under his cap; it was clear how close he was to losing his cool.

extending your arm out in front of him, you offer the hershey bar in your hand, brushing it against the pout of his bottom lip. iwa’s olive eyes glance questioningly at you from the side, to which you only offer a small grin.

“take a bite.” you order. the, ‘you look like you need it,’ is silent, but obvious in the way you prod the treat at his closed mouth.

“mmph-”

his eyes returned to the road before him as he parted his lips, pink tongue making a brief appearance before he took a small bite of your chocolate. you attempt to retract your arm, until iwa moves one hand to grab your wrist; bringing you back to him to take a bigger bite of the sweet, thumb rubbing against the inner side of your palm.

the corner of his mouth tugs upwards, as he mumbles a small, “thank you.”

heat floods your cheeks, and you catch yourself before you drop the chocolate on his lap. distracted by the deafening beat of your heart pounding in your ears, you don’t notice the silence that fills the car, or the not-so subtle click of mattsun snapping a photo of the two of you in the front and sending it to the group chat. you’re pulled out of your slight trance, by a flash of peach entering your field of view.

“that was disgusting...ly sweet. and now i suddenly need to puke, so hurry it up would you.”

as makki leans back, mattsun is quick to replace him, popping his head between you and iwa.

“don’t just ignore me, y/n, feed me chocolate too!”

rolling your eyes, you shove the bar in his mouth; the rest of you three laugh as he falls back into his seat, all the while he happily munches on the treat.

a little time passes before iwa’s flicking his indicator, signalling his turn into the free parking space outside the nature reserve. he shifts the gear into park before everyone piles out - makki walking over to wrap his thick, fossil grey scarf around your neck, the cashmere soft against your skin; while mattsun offers to carry your little backpack, only sending you a sly smile when you question his reasoning for taking the bag from you. you hug iwa’s offered arm to your chest, as the four of you start trekking along the uneven pathways leading towards lake kawaguchi. the walk isn’t necessarily long, but none of you are in a rush - strolling leisurely and enjoying the atmosphere.

and when you finally reach the end of your walk, you still yourself, awestruck by the beauty surrounding you. the glassy lake shimmering under the afternoon rays, crisp maple leaves painted red, swaying to the breezy flow of the cool wind, and the tinkling laughter from young children running about on the golden fields - filled your chest with warmth.

“it’s so beautiful here.”

your voice comes out as a whisper for only iwa’s ears to hear; with makki off to relieve himself and mattsun trailing after him, acting as if you didn’t see him rummaging through your snacks. iwa only hums in agreement, missing the way he hasn’t even acknowledged the view, his gaze set solely on you.

this is what the tradition of momijigari meant; taking time away from your busy schedule to spend a moment to enjoy this small piece of life. and of course, capturing the moment with some of your favourite people on camera. so when you busied yourself with taking photos with the towering men, it really shouldn’t have surprised you when your phone began to buzz with an incoming facetime call.

sliding your thumb across the screen to answer the call, you’re greeted by the sight of oikawa’s toothy grin; illuminated by a bright light you knew had to be artificial, since it was nearing two a.m. in argentina.

“yahoo, y/n-chan! you didn’t think i’d miss out on a photoshoot did you? i already missed out on you feeding me chocolate!” you shoot an embarrassed glanced at iwa, noticing the slight furrow between his brows and the faint dust of pink across his cheeks.

“photoshoot…?” a confused makki mumbles behind you.

mattsun leans over your shoulder, shoving his face in the camera. “oi, isn’t it late for you?”

you raise a single shaped brow as oikawa scoffs, brushing his fingers through his perfectly styled hair. “the pretty face of this group has finally blessed you, and that’s all you have to say?” mattsun scrunches his face in offence, as oikawa continues. “besides, i may be in a different country but i refuse to miss out!”

and it was because of his soft pout that you found yourself posing with your phone by your face, making sure to catch oikawa’s best angles; having long given up on questioning the setter and his antics. the so-called photoshoot came to an abrupt end later on when a tired and cranky oikawa yawned, apparently ruining another photo according to him, and iwa’s finger just so happened to slip and disconnect the video call.

“he’s stubborn.” was all he had said when you, makki and mattsun side eyed him. “we should head back home before it gets late.”

the drive back to tokyo seemed relatively faster than the journey to fujikawaguchiko. it was as if your body went into autopilot as you sat behind the wheel, this time taking responsibility as the driver while the boys napped; only coming to when you were parking iwa’s truck into their apartment’s parking lot, moments after the sun had set.

it was a silent and unanimous decision to order take out for dinner, the four of you seated around the black walnut dining table to dig in. meal times with the boys were hectic, and competitive for the most part - it was survival of the fittest. you were often being challenged by mattsun - tonight having lost the last few gyoza to him.

though it became obvious who the real loser was when mattsun flopped his head onto your lap, while you were lounging out on the settee.

“y/n~” mattsun drawled out. “rub my belly, it hurts!”

“no.”

“please, y/n~! my one and only best friend, the moon to my stars, the curry to my rice-”

he releases a satisfied sigh once you reach a hand out to press your palm against his stomach, rubbing soothing circles to stop his whining; and you catch makki roll his beady eyes at the two of you, as he flicks through suggested films to watch on netflix. iwa strolls into the living room, pillows and a comforter stacked in his arms; laying them neatly on the couch he shares with you on movie nights.

“oh, iwa, could you send me the photos please?” he nods his head once, barely glancing over at you and mattsun; pulling out his phone and dropping himself unceremoniously across the adjacent sofa. “thank you.” you call out once your phone pings with several notifications.

still rubbing mattsun’s stomach, your free hand casually scrolls through the pictures from today.

you snicker to yourself at the first series of chaotic images. a selfie with smushed faces pressed together and a phone-sized oikawa tucked right under your jaw, a blurry pic of the boys throwing vermillion leaves at each other, and even a timed snapshot where you, mattsun and makki had leapt on iwa’s back - your legs wrapped around his torso, while makki squished you from behind, and mattsun had flopped himself on top of the pile. there was even a shot of the aftermath, your phone and oikawa somehow surviving the tumble, and a deadpanned iwa staring straight at the camera as the three of you behind him cackled with your heads thrown back.

at least a few wholesome pictures had been captured. a sweet group photo with all of you huddled by each other in front of a vibrant maple tree; you and iwa were flanked by mattsun and makki respectively, as oikawa was held between you and iwa like a prized trophy. even a rare moment where makki and mattsun had their arms hooked around each other, with easy going grins on both of their faces, had been caught.

butterflies erupted in your tummy, fluttering about once you swiped to the next photo. it was a candid shot of you and iwa standing by the brilliant blue lake front. you were leaning into his side, holding two leaves at the top of your head to mimic cat ears, face tilted upwards. giggling, your eyes were shut, and only now can you see that you missed the soft smile iwa donned looking down at you.

it was almost painful to admit that together you looked like a couple, and it didn’t help that most times you even acted as such. sneaking a glance at the man in question, you watch him chatting quietly to makki, gripping your phone tightly in your grasp at the sound of him laughing at whatever snide comment escaped your peach-haired friend. you couldn’t help but sigh, being in love with one of your best friends only got harder each day.

unknowingly you had already swiped to the last photo iwa had sent, so when you return your gaze the screen, you shriek; dropping your phone flat on mattsun’s face.

“um, what the fuck, ow.”

iwa’s sharp eyes shoot towards you instantly. “what’s wrong?”

you only shake your head, warmth filling your cheeks and an itch you just can’t scratch prickling under your skin. makki only shrugs, shifting his attention back to the television. iwa is more hesitant, the feeling of his olive eyes giving you a once over does nothing to calm your nerves from being sent into overdrive. when he finally turns away, you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“ugh, what even had you going even more crazy than usual all of a sudden?” mattsun groans from your lap. as he reaches to lift your phone off of his face, you’re quick to snatch the device away.

“n-nothing!” he only raises a thick brow at your defensive tone, before grabbing your hand to continue your ministrations.

glancing around the room, you pull the screen close to your face; taking in the photo, you felt your mouth run dry. 

there was no way this could have been sent to you on purpose - because the sight of a shirtless iwa at his second home, the gym, was definitely not taken at lake kawaguchi. anyone with eyes could tell how ripped iwa was under his fitted shirts. but over the past few months you had noticed that he’d run off to the gym more often; and it was obvious in the way his clothes struggled to stretch over his bulked up build these days.

it was a mid work out, mirror selfie; iwa’s dark, mocha coloured hair plastered to his forehead, bare chest glistening from the sweat dripping down from his neck. he was seated on the rubber floor, one long, tanned leg stretched out in front of him with the other bent at the knee, elbow resting loosely against his leg. your eyes greedily took in the defined dips of his toned stomach, dark snail trail leading downwards to the evident bulge of his grey shorts; the hem cutting into the flexed muscles of his thighs.

the heat pooling between your thighs as your imagination ran wild was just about to peak when-

“oi, y/n.” you almost jump, locking your screen, and blinking away the dazed look in your eyes. when your vision cleared, you found makki standing in front of you. “we’re gonna watch the movie now.”

“oh, right.”

mattsun rolls off your lap with a groan, complaining to makki about who is gonna rub his belly now, while you stand up. shuffling over to iwa, he stretches before shifting and making room for you to squeeze in next to him.

“c’mere.” he mumbles, throwing his arm around you and pulling you into his side.

the beat of your pounding heart is almost deafening in your ears, you’re near to hyperventilating, as your mind is sent into overdrive. the two of you were always cuddling platonically during movies, ever since the one time you had complained about being cold in their apartment. but this time was different. ‘is this how he felt when you had sent a picture of your new lingerie?’ you think to yourself. you spend the next hour deep in your thoughts, completely lost to whatever is happening in the sci-fi film makki had chosen, and when the end credits start rolling on the screen - iwa announces he’ll drop you off back to your dorm.

it’s close to midnight; so makki wishes you a goodnight, as a sleepy mattsun rests against his shoulder, making grabby hands for you not to go. you wave as you leave, following after iwa who opens the passenger side door of his truck, helping you jump up into the seat, before closing the door and making his way to the driver’s side.

your dorm isn’t too far from their apartment complex, so you’re not surprised at how quick the ride is. the street is unusually busy, yet completely void of any roaming students. and with no private parking for students, iwa’s forced to pull up near a secluded cluster of tall trees, a bit away from the dorm entrance.

“i’ll walk you in.” iwa says, leaving no room for argument. he reaches for his phone, as a message flashes across his screen. “oh, oikawa asked why you’ve been ignoring his messages.”

“huh?” you flip your own phone in your hand, watching as the facial recognition unlocks and suddenly iwa’s gym selfie is on full display for the both of you. it takes a moment for you to process the situation, and all you can manage is a simple, “oh,” as you resist the urge to fling your phone out of the window.

“nice photo.” iwa pipes up, you don’t even try to look at him, but the smirk in his tone is evident. “where’d you get it?”

his question throws you off, and you’re quick to turn your head to narrow your eyes at him. “what do you mean? iwa, you literally sent it to me?!”

“really? shit i must have done it by accident.”

“an accident?”

“yeah, like what you did to me. remember?”

you gasp, moving back almost as if you’ve been struck, while iwa simply laughs at your expression. a full on belly laugh that has him throwing his head back, illuminated by the glow emitting through his open moon roof. you should’ve been dwelling in the embarrassment that came with him turning your own words back on you - yet you found your own laughter mixing in with his. only when both of you had calmed down a bit, did an electrified silence fill the car.

fiddling with your phone in your lap, the strands of hair curtaining the sides of your face, is brushed aside and tucked behind the cuff of your ear. glancing at iwa, the corner of his mouth is pulled up into a fond smile as his thumb caresses the shell of your ear.

“sorry for teasing you, pretty lady. couldn’t help myself after you sent me that picture looking all pretty in pink.”

“i…” words escape you as his large hand trails down the side of your cheek. you’re suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to do something - it’s almost at the tip of your tongue, before you grab at his wrist and whisper a, “fuck it.”

leaning over the middle, you reach a hand to hold the back of his head as your lips press against his own. lips even softer than they appeared, the lingering taste of his wild cherry lip balm, the same one you owned, tasted sweeter than you remembered. after a moment, of the kiss not being reciprocated, you pull back.

“just had to do it once.” you murmur, lips still tingling.

iwa’s minty breath fans across your face as he releases an airy sigh. “then let’s do it a second time.”

this time his hand wraps loosely around your neck, pulling you towards him, and slanting his mouth over yours. you moan into the kiss as his tongue darts out to tease your lower lip. leaning into him, you almost keel forward as this time he pulls away. slightly breathless, you open your eyes to take in the barely restrained lust and adoration in his handsome features, mimicking you’re own.

“third time’s a charm, right?”

the devilish grin iwa gives you in response to your innocently posed question, has you climbing over the centre console. at the same time he’s rolling the chair back away from the leather steering wheel, making space for you to slide onto his lap and straddle him. molding your lips to his, the feeling of your tongue exploring his mouth and you grinding into him slowly; has him release a hiss as his hands grab at the fullness of your ass.

tugging at his collar, your words are muffled against his mouth. “take this off, now.”

he chuckles at your demand, pulling the hem of his shirt past the bulk of his shoulders and over his head - blindly throwing it to the backseat. you drag your eyes over the sight of his broad chest, taking in every delicious dip of his stomach; leaning forward, your tongue licks a tentative stripe along his neck, that has iwa’s breath hitch before peppering wet kisses along his skin. your hands roam around his toned body, while his own larger ones slide under your top; a searing hot trail following his exploration of your body. he draws small circles at your hips, leading up to hold your waist and bring your even closer against him.

“your turn, baby.” he whispers to you, fisting the bottom half of your top. “be fair to me, i wanna see more of you.”

sitting up straight in his lap, you slip the thin top over your head; following his suit in flinging it to the backseat. your hair brushed past your bare shoulders, exposed skin feeling the chill of the autumn night; but the look in iwa’s olive eyes, irradiated by the moonlight streaming in from the uncovered moonroof, was scorching hot. rough palms, flat against your smooth skin, slid over your tummy, teasing the sheer mesh of your bra, before playing with the baby blue ribbons on the straps.

“y/n.” iwa groans out, tracing the floral stitching and feeling the hardened nubs of your nipples under the fabric. with the moon haloing behind you, the way he stares up at you is so raw and intense, it has you frozen in anticipation. “you look so fucking beautiful in blue.”

he doesn’t wait for your response as he reaches behind you to unhook your bra, freeing your breasts from its confines. iwa’s quick to take a pebbled nub into his hot mouth, suckling as his fingers tweak the other. your fingers thread through his dark locks, when he moves and switches his focus; a lewd string of saliva dragging from your nipple to his pink tongue. stuttered grinding from his mouth distracting you, had you reaching a hand between each other to palm his erection - wanting to ease some of the tension. but iwa’s quick to snatch your hand away.

“iwa...let me touch you?”

releasing you from his mouth, he kisses the pout from your lips. “no, baby, don’t worry about me.”

“why not?” you whine.

“i wanna make you feel real good, gotta prep you for me first. is that okay with you, baby?” he only smiles softly as you start to relax against him. “i need to know if you’re okay with this. care about you so much, i just want you to be comfortable. let me know if you wanna stop right now.”

“no, h-haji...please, i don’t want to stop. i want you so bad. i need you, ah-”

your consent was all he needed before he pulls you back into him, kissing you so slow you feel dizzy; his hands travel low on your body, working the button of your jeans, as your fingers dig into his shoulders. when he breaks away from you, he helps you slip out of the dark denim, tugging each pant leg off until all you wearing is the stringy, baby blue panties that leaves little to the imagination.

“fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me.” iwa groans out, rubbing a hand across his face as you giggle lightly. while you hover over him, he quickly strips off his pants, kicking them off onto the floor before grabbing onto your hips. “flip around on me, baby. that’s right, face the front.”

settling down onto his lap, the thin cotton of his briefs does nothing to hide the print of his hard-on he’s sporting underneath. and with your back pressed to his warm chest, you roll your hips teasingly into him.

“come on, haji...let me help you.” you huff, continuing to grind against him.

“oi, cut it out.”

his grip on your hips tighten in warning, and you gasp as he manhandles you easily. shifting you around so that the heel of your left foot digs into his thigh, the other secured at the edge of the leather wheel; he has your legs wide open. before you can even think about any stragglers catching you so vulnerable; iwa hooks his arm under your thigh, pads of his fingers brushing over your clothed pussy.

“haaaa~” you breathe out, hips jerking into his touch.

“fuck baby, your panties are soaked.” he continues to tease you over the drenched crotch of your panties. iwa rubs lazy circles, casually sliding under the material to play with your silk folds. his touches have you yearning for more, as you feel yourself slowly going insane as he starts to coat his fingers in your slick.

“mmm...touch me, haji...properly.”

wriggling around in his embrace, you keen once he pulls his hand away from you; holding his fingers before you, showing off how they glisten so prettily in under the moon. and then you watch over your shoulder as he leads his hand to his mouth, and licks his fingers clean.

“you taste so fucking sweet.” he’s quick to bring his fingers back to your drooling pussy, coating his fingers once again, but this time bringing them to your own lips. “here, have a taste for yourself.”

opening your mouth, iwa wastes no time pressing his long digits flat against your tongue. sucking on his fingers, you savour the saccharine essence of your pussy; moaning at your own flavour sending your tastebuds into overdrive. iwa hums, heated gaze taking in the way you take his fingers in your mouth; he slowly pulls them back out with a pop - smiling softly at the way you stare at him, all wide-eyed and wanton.

“should we get you out of these messy panties now, baby?”

at your eager nods, iwa presses a kiss to your shoulder as he has you lift your hips up; slipping your soaked panties off, and placing them on the passenger seat side the two of you. sitting you back down against him, he hooks both arms around the undersides of your thighs, grabbing at your soft flesh and spreading you wide open for him. you whimper when a big hand cups your sex, rough palm brushing against your throbbing clit.

“shh.” iwa coos, entranced with how you’re rolling your hips to grind against his hand. “i got you.”

he presses his thumb against your clit, circling the sensitive bud peaking past your puffy lips; as his middle finger teases your slit. slowly he pushes his finger inside you, a heavy, relieved moan escapes your throat, as he easily slides in and out of you. through heavy lidded eyes you watch as fog clouds the windows of iwa’s truck, the glass steamy; while perspiration collects between your bodies. you’re brought back to focus on iwa, when he teases a second finger against your slit, dipping inside you and stretching you out even more. hissing, you clench around him; the lewd squelches as he fucks you with his thick fingers, has you digging your heels into his thigh and the steering wheel.

the way iwa’s fingers reaches deeper inside than you could ever on your own, and the added stimulation to your clit, has the tightening coil in your belly snap as you cum all over his hand.

“oh baby, feels good doesn’t it?”

“yeshhh...h-haji, mmph-”

he doesn’t stop pumping you with his fingers, letting you ride out your orgasm to the end. even when you feel the high descend, twitching at the slight overstim, you expect him to stop. but all he does is bury his face in the crook between your shoulder and neck, dragging his teeth across the sensitive skin as the hand not occupied with your pussy, fondles your ass. you lean into him, mewling at his touches when your breath hitches at a new sensation.

“haji, no! it’s dirty!”

the hand at your ass had moved to pet at your puckered hole - completely drenched in your cum, he was sure he could slide a single finger in with ease. and he was right. the feeling of your tight hole being prodded, stretched by the tip of his forefinger, before sucking the entire digit inside - had you throwing your head back in pleasure.

“f-ah-uck! oh shit, nghhh!”

“you gonna cum again for me, baby?”

the feeling of both your ass and pussy being stuffed full of iwa’s fingers is overwhelming. you’re a panting and moaning mess, writhing on top of him. and when the back of your head is thrown back into iwa’s shoulder, all you can see is hazy stars in the sky as you stare up, completely intoxicated by the feeling of his fingers moving inside you - brushing against the thin barrier of skin between your two holes. the familiar pressure in your tummy has you bucking your hips and crying out.

“you’re squeezing my fingers so tight.” he maintains the same steady pace, fucking his fingers into you nice and deep, while working your sensitive clit. its only a few seconds later he hits a particular spot that has you jolting forward, crying out at your sudden release. “shit, that’s right, i can feel you cumming all over my hands again, baby.”

you can barely think straight as your body trembles from the aftershocks of your second orgasm. still in a daze, iwa eases his fingers out of your twitching holes, and you groan at the empty feeling.

“you okay?” iwa asks, wrapping his arm around your waist. you nod, chest heaving as you attempt to steady your breathing. “you think you can cum one more time from my fingers-”

“no!” you grab at his wrists when he moves to play with you again. “i need you inside me, haji. please.”

whatever calm iwa had possessed while pleasuring you had vanished at your words. sticky hands lifted you up by your waist, turning you around to straddle him - while he slightly lowered the back of his seat. lip locked, your hands find themselves wrapped around the nape of his neck, while iwa’s hands grab at your body - stilling your wriggling form as he grinds up into you.

without breaking the kiss, you reach down and ease your fingers under the elastic waistband of his briefs; hand brushing against the tip of iwa’s cock. that earns you a muffled groan as he allows you to hover over him and slide the boxer briefs down his muscled thighs. your mouth salivates at the sight of his cock slapping against his toned stomach. he was easily the biggest you’d ever seen, with a thick vein on the underside, and a red, angry tip leaking pre-cum.

“fuck, you’re so big haji.”

he hisses when your hand touches him, you can barely wrap your fingers around him; and you start to question if he could even fit inside you. iwa notices the slight hesitation in your movements.

“we don’t have to.” he reassures, brushing the hair out of your lust filled eyes. “i can play with you some more, or i can eat you out in the back seat-”

“-haji.” you cut him off, stroke him before lining him at your dripping entrance, grinding the leaking tip across your slit. “i’ve wanted this for so long.” lowering yourself, you gasp at the delicious stretch of his tip entering you. “i’ve wanted you for so long. don’t hold back, give me everything.” and with that, you completely impale yourself on his cock.

“fuck, y/n, i can feel you clamping down on me- shit baby, you gotta move.”

lifting one leg at a time, you shift around off of your knees, steadying yourself on your tip toes; before grabbing onto iwa’s shoulders and starting to slowly ride him. his hands roam across your body freely, loving squeezes trailed in their path, as praise after praise is whispered out to you.

“you take my cock so well, fuck.”

your fingers dig into his shoulder blades as you quicken your pace. bouncing yourself faster on his fat cock, iwa’s attention is drawn to to the way your breasts move in front of him; massaging the soft flesh, and then leaning forward to smush his face between them.

“could stay right here forever.” his muffled voice croons. 

you whimper at the feeling of his hot tongue dragging a wet trail down the valley between your breasts, and you’re certain plum love bites will have bloomed across your chest by sunrise. your arms shoot up to press against the foggy glass of the moon roof above you, palms pressed flat against the steamy window, handprints painted on the transparent screen - as you bounce harder and faster. the lewd sound of your ass slapping against his thighs and of your pussy sucking him in with each stroke; shows how desperate you are to cum again.

“you’ll cum on my cock, won’t you baby? i can feel how close you are, shit, you’re so close aren’t you?”

the way you ride him gradually becomes sloppier the closer you are to cumming, so when he holds your waist and helps you bounce on him, you cry out in relief.

“f-fuck, feels s’g-good, haji! nghh, yes, yes, yes-!”

only as he reaches a hand down to roll your sensitive clit between his index and thumb, do you fall apart on his cock. your velvety walls spasm around him as he continues to fuck you through your high in chase of his own, overstimming you even more as you cream all over him, tongue lolling out. the sheer intensity of your orgasm has you collapsing forward onto his heaving chest, a babbling mess, while he holds you to him.

“you made such a mess on me, baby.” he huffs out.

“h-haji.” you whimper into his neck, arms looped around his. “s’too sensitive, haaa~”

your knees are by his hips, the tops of your feet pressed against his inner thighs, as he rolls his hips into you. large hands slide down your spine, over the curve of your ass to knead the smooth flesh in his palms.

“just hold on to me baby. you got one last one for me, don’t you?” all you can do is nod, releasing an onslaught of mewls and moans. “that’s a good girl, fuck.”

iwa is relentless in pursuit of his own orgasm - fucking into you at a punishing pace that has your mouth jar open in a silent cry, his truck jolting with each snap of his hips. your juices completely drench his cock, allowing him to slide in and out of you with ease, and you’re sure by now your pussy has been shaped out by the imprint of his cock. you can feel him throbbing inside of you, close to his climax; while his fingers dig into your ass shoving you down on his cock, and hitting your sweet spot over and over that you can’t help but gush all over him yet again.

“h-ah-ji, hnghh!” you sob, your body spent and thighs slick with your cum.

iwa only lasts a little longer with the way you were clenching down on him; pulling out of your fucked out pussy, and setting you on his thighs. he fists his cock in his hand, jerking himself a few times before thick, white cum spurts out - coating his entire hand and painting his stomach.

“mmm baby, that was fucking amazing.” he growls out, leaning back into the seat to catch his breath. “d’you feel okay?”

you only hum, entranced by how much cum he spilled. or wasted, you thought to yourself.

“can you reach over to the back and grab the towel in my gym bag, gotta clean us up…” your lack of focus has iwa trailing off. “y/n?”

“we don’t need the towel.”

reaching for the hand covered in his seed, you bring it to your mouth. iwa tries to question what you meant by that, though he’s cut off when you lick a tentative strip across his palm. gathering his cum on your tongue, you swirl his essence around in your mouth, before swallowing. you make a show of taking each finger in your mouth, sucking his cum clean. once his hand is licked clean, you slide down his lap; ready to do the same over his abs.

“you’re so good to me, y/n.” iwa runs his fingers through your hair, and then pats your head. “y/n?” he calls out again, still petting your head just as your about to trace the dips of his stomach with your tongue.

“hmm?”

“y/n? y/n?”

you move back away from him. “what?”

“y/n? oi, y/n? wake up!”

iwa watches as you jolt up from where you had fallen asleep on his lap. makki, who had been hovering over you, moves away as you try to swat at him - a confused look on your face.

“huh?”

“you fell asleep.” makki informs her. “you were interrupting the movie. if you’re that tired, just sleep in one of our rooms.”

lazed out on the other couch, mattsun pipes up; “yeah, you were making these ugly noises and then iwa said you licked his hand, what a weirdo.”

he only clears his throat awkwardly, finding a sudden interest in the beige walls of their living room. he misses the horrified expression on your pretty face, scrunched up in utter embarrassment, before you turn to start arguing with mattsun.

iwa was grateful for the pillow resting over lap, hiding the evident hard-on he was sporting. he wanted to argue with mattsun too, because the sounds you made were definitely far from ugly.

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