#you get it. right. i am supposed to be working on like 5 assignments

[tricoufamily]

a family

[matchascara]

STRESS RELIEF | KAZUHA

IN WHICH: you're a picture perfect student who does nothing but study. he's a slacker who never misses a smoke sesh, but this time, you're invited.

contents- usage of marijuana

(not proofread)

the white haired boy always came late to class with nothing but a joint tucked inbetween his ear, or, some days if he's feeling extra studious, he'd replace it with a pencil. his bandaged hands were always empty, and fiddled with his red lighter under his desk in order to keep himself entertained as lecture continued.

so it was a great shock to you when after various amounts of awkward eye contact, he finally spoke to you, making an unexpected request.

"will you help me study?"

you were a straight A student, always the first one to finish tests, constantly studying in lab, and you never missed a day of class. maybe you were too good of a student and it caused you to lack friends, as your attention was always in the dimly lit screen of your laptop, hurrying to finish up an essay way before it's due date.

however, after some convincing, well more like, constant pestering from kazuha, you finally agreed.

you'd help him study at his place tonight.

that's what you agreed to anyway.

but what you didn't agree to was the high amount of awkward tension that arose between the two of you as he sat close to you, almost hovering over you as he "read" from your textbook.

"it's really not that difficult to understand. maybe let's revise it once more." you suggested, as you slowly scooted away from him.

he slightly threw his head down and let out an amused smirk at your rejection. "god, you read shit like this 24/7 while sober? i commend you." kazuha said, leaning his arm against the table as he turned his body to face you.

"well in what state am i supposed to study in? because it's certainly not drunk nor high." you sighed as you erased his math work, handing him the paper in order to redo it. "you got number 5 & 8 wrong."

he ignored your attempt at changing the topic. "you're always so caught up with your study, do you ever let loose?"

you stayed silent for a bit. you really haven't ever "let loose", you've never had time for it. but to you, it was a little lame, so you decided to lie. "yeah."

"liar."

"i'm not lying."

kazuha let out a small chuckle at your persistence. "so, you wouldn't mind rolling up right now then?"

"rolling up? uh, like, a joint?" you questioned, slightly raising your brow in suspicion.

"yeah. a joint. believe it or not, it'll help us focus a bit more. maybe i'll finally get question 5 right."

you were a bit taken aback by how casually he suggested smoking. it's not like you had anything against it but it just wasn't...you.

so you had no idea how you ended up actually considering it. i mean, exams were approaching, so you've been doing nothing but slaving yourself in the library, and as much as you hated to admit it. you were stressed beyond belief, and somehow, kazuha noticed this as well.

--maybe that's why you both ended up taking long drags of the blunt he'd rolled. with you coughing almost every time you pulled.

kazuha was nothing but amused right now. he wasn't expecting you to actually agree, and it was almost weird to him to see you like this. "so, how are you feeling?" he asked, ashing the blunt on the table before he took another pull.

"i feel okay, i guess." you lied once again. you were definitely feeling the effects of the weed. your mind that was once only filled with anxiety and stress of the next due date of your assignments was now at peace, and you were definitely more aware of your surroundings.

and you couldn't help but notice just how attractive this slacker was.

the red streak on his bangs contrasted his platinum white hair that was tied into a messy half up half down updo, but enhanced his deep red eyes that looked down at the blunt placed inbetween his lips as he relit it.

he finally spoke again as he was able to relight the blunt, taking a long pull and blowing it almost directly in your face. "wanna feel even better?" his voice was low, as sultry as the corners of his mouth curved into a mischievous smirk.

"like, how?"

kazuha placed his free hand on your thigh, slowly running it further up to your inner thigh as he leaned himself close to you, his marijuana scented breath tickling your neck as he spoke.

"allow me to help you relieve some stress."

kazuha looked back at you, his usual softly hued red eyes now burnt with lust as he watched you, awaiting your response.

you were silent for a while, as the blunt burned slowly in his fingers, the smoke seemed to be the only thing that moved as everything else seemed perfectly still.

kazuha took another pull of the blunt that had significantly shortened in size. but this time, he didn't inhale it fully, he kept it in his mouth, moving the smoke side to side before he grabbed your chin, pulling your face only centimeters away from his.

he slightly opened his mouth, the smoke now more dense as it lingered within. you were slightly confused as you copied his movements, hesitantly opening yours as well.

kazuhas lips grazed against yours as he blew the smoke into your mouth, this caught you off guard, but you inhaled it nevertheless.

he didn't move his face away from yours as you inhaled the smoke. instead, his lips met yours, kissing you deeply. the taste of mint mixed with the marijuana that lingered on his tongue intoxicated you, causing you to return the kiss.

you slightly opened your mouth, allowing his soft tongue to enter, intertwining with yours as the kiss deepened and became more erotic. he pressed his body against yours further, pushing you down onto the couch.

kazuha was laying now on top of you, his hand still gripping your thigh as he slowly moved it up and down in a sensual manner. whilst his other hand still holding the blunt that was still lit.

your soft moan of pleasure and the way you interlocked your fingers into the back of his head, gripping a handful of his hair, pushing his lips deeper into yours seemed to be his turning point as he put out the blunt by pressing his against the table, refusing to break the kiss.

"you've ever been kissed like this?" his lips grazing against yours as he spoke.

"...no."

he seemed to have liked this answer as you felt his cold fingers tease your skin when he slipped his hand under your shirt and under your bra, kissing you once more, biting and sucking your tongue every time it entered his mouth.

the tension between you two was only rising as the kiss became more intimate. your body which rose in temperature was fully pressed against his, and you could feel him harden against you.

kazuha bit your bottom lip as he pulled away from the kiss, his hand still caressing your thigh in a suggestive manner.

you took a deep breath as you looked at him, and the awkwardness that was once there was now replaced by high sexual tension that pervaded throughout the room.

"i'll take you up on that offer." you finally answered.

[m00nsbaby]

Helping you with homework.

Moon system x reader. - Headcanons.

Steven.

God bless Steven Grant's heart.

Although you didn't enjoy asking for help with things like this, you knew your boyfriend was the right person for your history assignment.

Unfortunately, remembering dates was your kryptonite.

"I'll explain it to you, okay?" He put on his glasses, and you sighed.

How were you supposed to concentrate when he looked like that?

You watched him go to his room and return with at least six different books in his arms.

And you pushed your chair so close that your shoulders touched.

It started well; you were understanding the timeline from prehistory to the Middle Ages.

However, you didn't take into account that once Steven started talking about his hyperfixations, he didn't stop.

By the second hour, you weren't sure if you were still retaining anything, so you did what your instinct dictated.

You hugged his arm, the one he wasn't using to underline sentences in his book, and your cheek rested against his shoulder.

Steven's heart raced, as it always did when you touched him spontaneously.

"Am I boring you already, love?" He kissed your hair, and shortly after, you felt the weight of his cheek against your head.

"Never," you simply said as the letters began to dance in front of your eyes.

The truth was that his voice relaxed you. Steven had a tendency to speak quickly, his accent resonating in your ears and warming you to your core, but when things got intimate, his voice seemed deeper.

He spoke slowly to make sure you didn't get lost in his words.

You yawned, and he noticed but didn't say anything. In fact, he kept talking.

And talking.

And talking.

Until your eyelids grew heavy.

"And with that, we conclude the topic of feudalism." You had fallen asleep about 10 minutes ago, hugging Steven's arm and feeling his slow breath against your body.

He chuckled, a sound you didn't even register.

Steven didn't feel bad about it; he knew school was taking its toll on you, and that day you hadn't taken your usual daily nap.

He knew better than anyone that you needed rest.

And because he had once read that people feel sleepy when they're comfortable with someone.

He didn't mind having to continue your assignment by himself, doing everything possible not to move you from his shoulder.

And taking breaks now and then to place a hand on your forehead to keep you from falling forward when you nodded off.

The next day, you woke up in your bed, and Steven had already gone to work.

Under a note with a happy face drawn on it were the seven pages of your handwritten essay.

You ended the day with the highest grade in your group, several congratulations, and many embarrassed smiles that screamed, "I didn't even lift the pen off the desk all night."

Marc.

"I beg you." "No."

"Marc?" "No."

"Please?" "I said no."

You had been following him around the house for about 5 hours. Usually, you had no trouble completing your responsibilities from start to finish, but on days like today, you didn't even have the energy to turn on your laptop.

And Marc, of course, had already decided that there was no way he would help you with something like this.

In his school days, he didn't even do his own homework.

"Please, please, please." "I said no."

After begging for the 46th time, you finally gave up. The rest of the day passed just as boringly until dinner when you took the last sip of coffee from your cup.

"I'm not going to do it." After a week of constant sleep deprivation, you decided that you could afford to sleep for 8 hours just this once.

Marc looked at you in silence for a few seconds before nodding his head.

"Then let's go to sleep."

You obeyed, and you both went hand in hand to bed. Like every night, you felt him press you against his body with both arms.

The exhaustion in your body made you give in in less than 10 minutes.

But Marc couldn't sleep.

At 12:27 in the morning, he quietly got out of bed.

And at 01:53, you woke up. The fear of not feeling your daily companion almost made you cry like a little kid.

You got up to look for him, and it wasn't difficult at all. The light from your laptop illuminated the entire dining room.

And the sound of the keys echoed through the house.

"Marc?" "No," he replied again. Admitting such gestures was not his strong suit.

Still, he pushed the chair back to give you space, and you dragged your feet to sit on his lap.

You sat sideways, your head resting on his shoulder as the warmth of his body relaxed you from head to toe.

He kept typing.

You don't know how long you slept there, but a while later, you felt him carry you to bed.

And just a few hours later, your alarm went off, with Marc's arms crushing you against his chest, and your laptop patiently waiting in the dining room.

Jake.

Spanish was never your strong suit.

And you knew very well that Jake was the one who could help you, but once you asked him, you knew he wouldn't stop bothering you.

He, on the other hand, was an expert in both things: speaking fluent Spanish and teasing you.

"Jake?" "Yes, honey?" "Can I ask you something?"

And as you suspected, he didn't leave you alone all day.

"Could you pour me a glass of water?" "¿Perdón? No te escuché." (Sorry? I didn't hear you.)

You looked at him with a furrowed brow.

"¿Y bien?" (Well?)

"Un… vaso de… agua." (A glass of water.) "¿Por qué?" (Why?) "Por favor." (Please.)

You rolled your eyes for the 17th time that day.

And he kissed you for the 23rd time.

"¿Amor?" You looked up from your phone. "¿Cómo se llama esto?" (What's this called?) You watched him point to his fork.

You were 12 seconds away from murdering him with your own hands.

"Tú puedes." (You can do it.) He sounded like the host of a children's program. "Te…"

"Te…" You stared at him, waiting for more clues. "Neeee." "Dor."

Kiss number 27.

You won't deny that you didn't hit him multiple times and gave him full-body shoves since you needed all your strength to at least get him to move.

And he mocked you every time.

"I hate you." "No-oh. Intenta de nuevo." (Try again.) "¡Te odio!"

At least this time he made you laugh.

It turns out that all day you didn't get around to doing the study session you had planned for the day.

And you probably learned more than if you had done it.

Still, you cursed when you felt your boyfriend's hands on your shoulders as he approached you from behind.

You looked up, and he leaned down to your height, with that mischievous smile that seemed permanently etched on his face.

"What?" "Te amo." (I love you.)

You blushed.

"Te amo." you said back as you received a chaste kiss on your lips.

You had lost count.

"Eres el amor de mi vida." (You're the love of my life.) Another kiss. "Espero algún día encontrar las palabras para hacerte saber cuanto te amo." (I hope to someday find the words to let you know how much I love you.)

You stopped paying attention once his lips started brushing against yours as he spoke.

"Te amo." he repeated, placing another kiss on your lips.

And when you thought the day was over, he didn't miss the opportunity to test your patience once more.

"Goodnight, babe." "No te entendí." (I didn't understand you.)

In the darkness, you heard the thump you gave his chest.

"Buenas noches." You kissed his shoulder.

And yes, the next day, you let him enjoy his multiple "I told you so" moments when you passed the exam.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

From One Master to Another

Part 1 (ft. Riddle and Silver) I Part 2 (ft. Trey and Kalim) I Part 3 (ft. Jade and Lilia) I Part 4 (ft. Deuce and Jamil) I Part 5 (ft. Malleus and Ruggie) | Part 6 (ft. Cater and Rook) | Part 7 (ft. Sebek and Floyd) | Part 8 (ft. Ace and Idia) | Part 9 (ft. Leona and Epel)

In which Gordon Ramsay-kun is isekai’d into Twisted Wonderland. Part Food Wars, part Hell’s Kitchen, all Master Chef—Night Raven College isn’t ready to take on this Michelin Star celebrity!!

Gordon Ramsay isn't a classically trained pastry chef; he knows the savory, not the sweet. This time, the coursework involves instruction in desserts--and he'll find that he has just as much to learn as his students, Vil and Jack, do. I conducted a lot of research for this installment (reading articles on how to ice cakes + the science behind macarons, and, of course, watching videos where GR gets humbled and learns from fellow culinary masters). It provided me with a fresh perspective to write from~

Imagine this...

"... Jack."

"Yes, Vil-senpai?"

"What exactly am I looking at?"

Several countertops were covered in baking trays. Sugar circles sat upon waxy sheets, some collapsed and thinned out like wafers, others risen then caved in and cracked. It was an array of imperfections spanning the muted colors of the rainbow.

Jack clasped his hands behind his back, and tried to ignore the uncomfortable urge to itch the ears tucked under his hat, or to tear away the tangle of hair net containing his tail. His chef's jacket seemed to be straining to contain the entire bulk of him.

"Macarons," Jack reported.

Vil lifted a brow.

"... Er, at least they're supposed to be macarons," his underclassman awkwardly clarified.

Vil granted him a look of sympathy. "The poor things."

"W-Well, how did you do with your assignment?!" Jack stammered, eager to shift the subject. He glanced to Vil's table.

Lips pursed.

The model had gone with a light wash of makeup, simply a neutral brown gradient on his lids. His hair was arranged in a tight, tidy bun, flaxen bangs pinned back. Vil presented almost as flawless as a mirror's face—but certainly his cake didn't.

It was two layers tall (Jack had watched him saw and shape them earlier), stacked upon each other with a layer of buttercream sandwiched between them. The cake was starting to slope, as if in a desperate attempt to crawl to the exit. A coat of uneven chocolate frosting had hardened, forming odd peaks and lumps in a crust.

“That’s pretty rough.” Vil bristled at the words—sparse, yet biting. Jack continued. “How many cakes does this make, four?”

The question, unintentional needling.

“Seven,” Vil begrudgingly corrected him. Then, a small smirk formed. “And yourself? How many batches of macarons does this make?”

“Urk…!” Jack’s ears flattened, his bushy tail limp. “I guess we could both use more practice…”

“Jesus.”

The curse was spoken in a hissing whisper, emerging from neither from Vil nor Jack. It came from their teacher, an older man with weathered features—the result of wisdom and stress. He had been perched off to the side, observing his students’ skills in action, his frown seemingly ever extending as the mistakes piled up.

“Right then, maybe this isn’t working out,” Gordon Ramsay muttered, his eyes passing over a macaron graveyard and the crumbling cake mountains.

Not for lack of trying.

“Chef!” Jack immediately stood at attention. “We did our best to follow your instructions.”

“As you can see, the results were not particularly fruitful,” Vil chimed in. “We could do with additional instruction.”

Gordon startled, gaping at them. “Wait, you two want me to teach you more? You’re willing to listen?”

“Yessir!! Please guide us.”

“It’s as Jack says. We are here to learn and to enhance our culinary skillsets. We shouldn’t dawdle.” Vil narrowed his eyes. “Why do you act so surprised?”

“Can’t say this has happened very often.” Gordon stroked his chin thoughtfully. “The last time I had a pair of students this cooperative was months ago.”

“Just what exactly have the other Culinary Crucibles students put you through?” Vil angrily planted his hands on his hips. “Were Epel and Rook being disrespectful?"

Jack hesitated not wishing to speak ill of his Savanaclaw seniors. Still, it was easy for his mind to conjure the image of Ruggie swiping leftovers when no one was looking—“Free food is free food!”—and Leona yawning, mentally checked out of the situation.

"It's not hard to imagine," Jack confessed.

"They'll be getting an earful from me later!"

"Hmph, kids will be kids. I've dealt with cocky adults double their age or older acting like bigger babies. What's important is that they walked out of my kitchen better than when they first walked in."

Gordon leaned against a counter and folded his arms. Air escaped through his teeth. “Boys, I’ll be straight with you. Sweets, baking—it isn’t my specialty. I could try and teach you all bloody day and we'd still get nowhere."

“Are you serious?” Jack frowned. “So that means…”

"What I've already shown you is all I've picked up from experts back home. We've hit the ceiling."

“This can’t be!” Vil reeled, looking vaguely appalled. “If it’s come to this, then how will we possibly improve our craft?"

"I don't know."

I've never been in a kitchen where I haven't been in control.

"This is a fucking mess," Gordon groaned. I've failed my students.

“What’s with all the doom and gloom?”

Gordon bolted upright at the sudden voice.

A plump ghost manifested, suited up in a chef's jacket and hat. His face was as puffy as a marshmallows, and his belly shaking like a bowl full of jelly.

The head chef at Night Raven College.

"You fellas look like you've seen a ghost," he joked. "But never mind that. I noticed you’ve been standing around and being sad for a while now.”

“Right, that—” Gordon exchanged an anxious look with his students. He fumbled for an explanation, but didn’t have to.

“Oh my! Did you make these?” the ghost chef indicated the macarons and cakes. They were hard to miss. “Brave of you to start off with such finicky things. All in all, they’re not bad attempts."

"They're not?"

The ghost chuckled. “Of course not. How many times do you think a pastry chef muddles macarons or ices a cake incorrectly before it’s passable? It’s one part skill, one part practice, and one part learning as you go. Here, let me show you some tips and tricks I picked up myself.”

Vil, Jack—and even Gordon himself—watched in silent awe as the ghost chef went about his work.

Ingredients were effortlessly measured and sifter into a bowl (“Keeps it free of lumps!”), then whipped egg whites carefully folded into the batter. “You want stiff peaks for the whites, and minimum folding to get it incorporated!” Once the macarons were piped onto a sheet, the chef picked up the tray and slammed it down several times—“To scare off the air bubbles.”

The batch of macarons was slid into a waiting oven, and he started on his next task.

Into a stand mixer went several sticks of butter. The machine came to life, whipping the fats well.

“Traditional buttercream forms a crust over time,” the ghost chef explained. “That gets gritty and unpleasant! So here’s an alternate version that doesn’t crust. It’s less sweet, but still stable, easy to work with.“

He lifted a bottle and tipped its contents into the aerated butter. Transparent syrup fell in thick rivulets, and he grinned. Powdered sugar followed, visible only for seconds before it disappeared into the gathering frosting.

“The secret is light corn syrup. Using dissolved sugar instead of powdered makes the frosting smooth and stops it from hardening. Adds a fine luster to the frosting too!”

Using a spatula, he spooned the fresh buttercream into a piping bag and handed it off to Vil. “Scrape the stuff that’s on your cakes off and try again with this,” the ghost encouraged. “Should work like a dream!”

“Thank you,” Vil said, a little bewildered by the heft of the piping bag. “I will show you a beautiful dessert by yours truly.”

“Looking forward to it.”

DING!

The oven’s timer went off.

“That’s 13 minutes! Howl-kun, can you get the macarons?” called the ghost.

“Yes, Chef! I’m on it!” Jack, in a pair of heat-resistant mitts, marched to the oven and reached inside. He produced a tray of perfect pink domes, a cloud of ruffles—the macaron’s feet—at their bases. “Whoa.”

“A nice filling and they’ll be good to go. You’ve got it covered?”

“I’ll try my best.”

“Good, good. Let us know if you need any help though, alright? That’s what your teachers are here for.”

Jack nodded, then retreated to his station. While the macarons cooled, he chopped white chocolate and tossed it into a pan with heavy cream. Moments later, they had melded into a rich ganache, sweetness hanging in a heavy cloud about it. One scoop was enough for a pair of shells, lightly pressed together.

Beside his junior, Vil was hard at work redoing a cake. His stand was set spinning, a bench scraper aligned to comb and smooth out the dollops of frosting he had painted along the sides. The cake was a blank white canvas, and Vil, the artist.

Sparks in their eyes, faces bright with the glow of determination.

“Incredible,” Gordon breathed, staring after the duo. He turned back to the head chef. “You made it look so easy.”

The ghost chef laughed and contentedly patted his stomach. “I’ve had my whole life and afterlife to master the skills!”

“No kidding. You saved my ass back there.”

And more importantly, he’s actually got the kids motivated again.

“You’re the one that’s helped us out a lot, Ramsay-kun. The kitchen is so short-staffed with so many students wanting to take the Culinary Crucibles elective this year. You took some of the instruction off of our hands. This is the very least I can do to return the favor.”

The head chef smiled. “Don’t forget, you can always call on us if you ever need help.”

“That right? Then I guess you wouldn’t mind helping me out with one more thing today.”

“Mm, what’s that?”

Gordon rolled up his sleeves, a newfound fire in his expression. “Please teach me too.”

“Huh?! You want me to teach you?”

“I’m as much of a student as they are—and I’d be honored to learn from a chef of your caliber.”

“Ramsay-kun…” The ghost teared up. “Oh, how could I refuse? I’d be happy to!! Go on now, get your own station set up and we can get started immediately.”

The creases in Gordon’s face lifted. His response, hearty and joyful.

“Yes, Chef!”

Vil glanced up from his cake. “… Are my eyes and ears deceiving me?”

“They aren’t.” Jack’s brows lifted. “I’m seeing and hearing it too.”

“It’s not so shocking,” Gordon grunted. “This is a school. We’re here to learn new skills and techniques—doesn’t matter if we’re student or teacher.“

“Fufufu,” Vil chuckled to himself. “Well, aren’t you humble?”

“Heh.” Jack found himself fighting to keep down a small smile. “I can respect that. Nothing wrong with a guy lookin’ to improve himself.”

“That makes three of us.”

We’re not that different at our very cores. Stubborn fools with dreams and aspirations of achieving something greater. For ourselves, for the ones around us.

The ghost chef clapped his doughy hands. “Isn’t this so exciting, class? We’re embarking on a culinary journey together! I hope you’re ready, because I sure am!”

They replied in unison, hearts united:

“Ready when you are, Chef!”

[daenysx]

nsfw. you can send requests if you'd like angels.

"no, come back." aemond whispers, almost begging. he tries to reach for you blindly, eye closed and body sleep-filled. a white sheet covers his legs as he lays down on his bed. you can almost see the first lights of the day from the open window.

"i was just-" your breathing was quick, voice hushed as sleep leaves your eyes slowly. you go back to bed, letting aemond lead you to his chest by pulling you closer. the oversize shirt you wear to bed wrinkles between his clumsy fingers. he tries to keep you there, steady and grounded.

your head almost pounds with the heaviness of the things you're supposed to do during the day. the exam you're supposed to take, the assignments you need to finish, the readings you're required to do for the rest of the week. it all makes you nervous, you always feel the urge to sleep less and wake up too early to start the day.

"sweetheart." aemond says, voice scratchy with sleep. "it's only 5 am, your class begins at 11."

"but i need to work on-"

"please, don't bother to explain yourself to me." his eye is open now, watching you. "i know your entire schedule, i know you don't have to wake up now, i know you just can't sleep so you make excuses to leave the bed."

you chuckle lightly. "can't i ever keep anything secret from you?"

he shakes his head. "i'm worried about you. you didn't get any proper sleep for days."

"it's just- i feel like i need to stay awake to get more things done. i'm just a little stressed, aemond, you don't need to worry about that."

the bed is so warm, it makes you melt in his arms. he kisses your hair, his hand start rubbing your back. "my baby." he holds your chin to lift your head. "i just need you to be good and healthy. if you don't get enough sleep, you'll get sick."

you part your legs to get closer to him. "i'm sorry for waking you up."

he ignores your apology as you think he would. "i'll go to the office a little late today. sleep with me until i wake up and i'll take you to school before your class, hmm?"

you nod, glad for his rational opinions and how he makes things easy for you. he smiles, kisses your hair again. "good girl."

you squirm hearing his words. he puts his thigh between your legs in bed, you press an eager kiss on his naked chest. you move yourself on his legs, the friction makes your head heavy.

you move to take your shirt off, aemond watches you with fully awake eye. he cups your cunt with a big hand, his fingers play with the side of your panties. you move slightly, pressing yourself on his hand. "take them off." he smiles slyly. you listen to him, letting the last piece of clothing go.

"can i take this off too?" you ask, pointing a finger at his boxers. he nods, lifts his hips for you. he pulls you back to bed, under the warm sheets when you're done. all bare, skin to skin under the covers. your head spins with desire, he holds you on his chest. you can feel him getting hard on your belly.

he brings his hand on your cunt, slowly rubbing your nearly swollen clit. he almost pushes a finger to your hole but not quite. you squirm, the ache between your legs increase with the movements of his fingertips.

"aemond." you whisper desperately. "don't tease."

"i'm not teasing, sweetling." he is definitely teasing. "i'm just distracting you."

you brush a kiss to his skin. "please."

"yes? coming around me always makes you sleep better, right?" he pushes his finger in you. "i'm gonna make every thought in your head disappear until you are good for me."

"i'm always good for you."

"do you want to prove that?" he pushes a second finger. "come on, show me how good you can be."

your bodies look like one on the center of the bed. his two fingers move inside you, searching for your sweet spot. you know he's not gonna stop, he'll make you tired so that he can finally make sure that you sleep. his thumb rubs your clit as you arch your back to him, breathing loudly. "please." you whisper. "please, baby."

the first time you called aemond 'baby' he almost got crazy. you know using that word will make you get what you want, that's his weakness. you lift your head to reach his lips. aemond kisses you until you're both breathless, his tongue finds yours, and you moan quietly. he pushes you on your back gently, settling himself on top of you.

"it's okay." he kisses your neck softly. "i'm not teasing, sweetheart, i promise."

he pushes himself inside your wetness, your muscles clench around him as he sucks a little bruise on your back. "you should relax for me, yeah? come on, let me- fuck"

you wrap your legs around his waist as you trap him inside you. it's easier to adjust yourself to his length after a minute. he starts moving between your legs, his lips tight around your collarbone. your hands wander in his hair, pulling his locks lightly. "that's- that's perfect." you say. "please, go harder."

he smiles on your cheek. "anything you want." he says. "like this, hmm?"

you nod, arching your back as he hits your g-spot for the first time. "there you go, baby. it's better, right? so tight, driving me insane." he says as he pushes your hair back.

you can feel the wetness pooling on the sheets. it's messy but you can't bring yourself to care. he holds you in his arms until you're shaking with soft noises. he groans, louder than you, his cock stuck between your legs and it's the intimacy of everything thay brings tears to your eyes. he kisses your head, moves his hips until your muscles trap him inside with one last movement.

"come on." he begs. "come for me, sweet girl. oh, fuck."

your legs shake as he reaches his peak, he is holding you softly but you can't help your muscles trembling. "aemond-" you whisper to his ear, unable to form a proper sentence. your head goes light, trying to keep him inside you as you reach the moment you desired since you opened your eyes this morning. you can only make small noises at him, too focused on your own pleasure to notice him lifting his weight on top of you.

aemond reaches his nightstand to grab some paper towel. the material is not soft enough as he'd like but he's too sleepy and too fucked out to leave your side. he carefully cleans the mess you've both made, as good as he can, and pulls you back on his chest.

your breathing starts turning normal. aemond kisses your head, his hands holding your waist like he'll never let you go. he probably never will. you can feel the warmth of his body enveloping you into a content sleep, the thoughts leave you be until you wake up again. you can only manage to kiss aemond thank you as you drift off. thank you for being so gentle with me.

[theerurishipper]

I agree so much with your Adrinette post. Unlike a lot of the fandom, I've always been a fan of both Adrien and Marinette so it hurts twice as much to see what the writing has done to them. How did their huge moments get switched up?! She was supposed to be the confesser. I cheered her on for 4 seasons that she would finally confess. Then when the time comes, Adrien does all the cute and risky confession stuff that she was supposed to do. Like what? It might have made her life easier if she were a real person, but as a character? The writers just took away a HUGE character moment from her. A huge triumph everyone wanted. Just gone. After 5 seasons. It makes her less compelling as a character to not have that.

They gave the responsibility for that to Adrien and gave the responsibility of facing Gabriel Agreste and talking to him about Emilie to Ladybug?! Maybe someone wrote the character growth fulfillments on a sticky note and it smudged and they got them mixed up? I think Ladybug should have been there to face MONARCH, but the Gabriel Agreste moments and discovery should have went to Adrien. It theoretically makes his life "easier", I mean in the sense the show is going to position it as. I'd love if they tackled the reprecussions of this, but my money is on them letting that whole senti thing fade into the background never to come up again and he will just live happily in his bubble thinking his dad is a hero forever. But as a character, that just like flatlined him. He is 80 percent less compelling now. His moment. Gone. After 5 seasons. Possibly never to be spoken of again or revealed. Sad.

I don't understand Season 5's thing with not challenging the characters where it counts the most. Neither of them grew. They both did a lot... for each other's plot points. Adrien worked and adjusted his approach to woo Marinette, but that wasn't a character growth moment for HIM because he's always been that way. There was no big anxiety hill to get over there or big change for him. He's always worn his feelings on his sleeve and been kind as Adrien. No internal conflict besides "I want to be with my girlfriend." Marinette stood up to Gabriel FOR Adrien and faced him in the end, but again. Not a strong character growth moment for her considering she has no emotional tie to Gabriel Agreste. There's no internal conflict there besides "He's keeping me from my boyfriend." There's not even the triumph of her beating Monarch because he kind of... wins?

Because neither of them actually confront their assumed assigned character challenges, they both come off extremely uninteresting to me by the end of the season. I can't even agree that Ladybug's character is benefiting here. I am not happy as a fan of either. They didn't allow her any true character building triumphs that she should have as the protagonist. While robbing Adrien of his character arc and keeping him unchanged and blissfully ignorant in his bubble.

I honestly have nothing more to add, because you nailed it anon. Your observation about them completing each other's character arcs is so spot on. You're also completely right about the fact that they are going to breeze over the implications of Adrien being a Sentimonster. The one thing I will clarify is that when I say Marinette benefits from the writing, I mean that at least she gets to do something and has some kind of agency and choices outside of being someone else's prop, whereas Adrien gets none of that. But you've honestly said everything so perfectly and I couldn't agree more.

Thank you for your ask!

[the-algebra-thing]

ok so if you couldn't tell I'm rewatching the howl's moving castle movie bc I want to be reading the book but I have crafts to work through for decorations for my friends bridal shower in two days. so I haven't got past chapter 5 in my reread but I put on the movie—in subtitles, which I've never done before, bc it was all I could find for free—and I am just a little mind boggled. firstly I didn't realize how staunchly on the side of the book I had become despite loving this movie so much for so many years, and secondly . I'm feeling. I don't know.

like I don't want to cry misogyny but it feels kinda shitty that while the book was about secrets and truth and selflessness and knowing yourself and trusting yourself and all that shit right, because. in the book sophie's image of herself as incapable and unworthy has little to do with her looks and a lot to do with her birth and her responsibilities and what she sees as her lot in life. and howl's image of himself as capable and worthy and beautiful and a lady-killer is part of a web of lies he layers on top of one another to keep himself from being afraid, which ends up leaving his conscience wrapped up in countless layers and barely visible to the naked eye. and eventually sophie learns she has innate magical power, embraces this and strikes out on her own, and comes to love howl in spite of what she tells herself is supposed to happen to her. and all of howls lies eventually run themselves out, and at the end of the book he's stripped of his defenses and has to learn to stand in one place and take what comes anyways. and he comes to love sophie without even thinking much about it, without his beauty spells at all.

in the movie howl is still a self obsessed freak but his Heart Of Gold is put on display immediately, and sophie's self-worth issues are displayed almost exclusively in her bitterness at not being beautiful while her unshrinking personality that's supposed to show itself when she gets spelled is completely back burnered. she has very little presence compared to the captivating and hilarious personality she has to offer in jones' book. in the movie she's very anxious following the transformation, instead of it registering mostly as the weight of the life she had assigned herself off her shoulders, and the complexity of her motivations that you experience through the internal monologue in the book is almost completely flattened into aw man . I sure wish I was beautiful. this is really scary that there's a spell on me. her bold temperament is displayed as somewhat of a second thought, while we get to watch howl be full of righteous indignation and tired wisdom at the state of the warring world outside. to be fair I'm only halfway through the movie but in terms of the books contents we're actually right where I left off in chapter five out of twenty one, and jones had no trouble at all establishing a really good framework for all that I've described by then. I'm so much more disappointed than I expected to be goddamn

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romance and return policies pt. 6

final part of this ask!

[1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] || ao3

𓅪 Rated: E | 11.1k includes: alternate universe no powers, modern au, eventual polyamory, eventual relationships, eventual smut, gamestop au, spitroasting, orgy, oral, dp, fingering, bdsm, rope play, bondage, creampie, squirting, multiple orgasms, aftercare, orgasm control, strap on, alien dildos, xbox controller as a vibrator, pillow fight

𓅪 established roy harper x koriand'r eventual: jason todd x reader, Roy Harper x reader, koriand'r x reader endgame: Jason Todd x reader x Roy Harper x koriand'r

A few days after your joyride into town, all three of them come to annoy you at work.

You don’t even bother with menus as you ring in their order before they can even sit down.

“So, if you’re all here, who’s running GameStop?”

It’s an unfortunate skill you have, making Roy spit liquid out of places that liquid shouldn’t. This is another prime example of the phenomenon.

He loses it, choking out the sip of water he’d been taking mere inches away from your uniform. You and Jason wear similar looks of disgust but quickly join in on Kori and Roy’s rambunctious laughter. 

Pam stops by, giving everyone at the table a thorny glare. She’s warned you many times that she doesn’t like your friends coming in and loitering, but you don’t give a fuck. She has you working not doubles but triples and somehow always misplaces your check, so getting paid takes twice as long. Right now, you’re the only one doing inventory and, for some god awful reason, the only person cleaning the toilets. Anytime you bring any of this up to her, she just reminds you that your restraining order is keeping away one of her best clients.

The fucking cunt.

When you tell them this much, Jason and Roy share a look.

Finally, Roy speaks, “It’s really time you join our cult, gorgeous.”

“Is that why you guys all came in?” You ask jokingly. “Is this a GameStop intervention?”

“Of sorts,” Jason starts. His deep voice leaves you to flush. 

“ORDER UP!”

You’re shocked out of your stupor and quickly back away from the table with a sheepish smile. You return with their food and quickly get swept up into the random 10 AM rush. 

Soon, you’re packing them up, wishing they could stay longer. The last thing you need right now is for Pam to assign you to empty out the grease trap, though, so you suppose it’s all for the best. 

You haven’t yet taken your break, so you follow the trio out to the parking lot, giggling with Kori over her newest Animal Crossing villager. Roy has his arm around her tan waist, with his knuckles brushing up against your hips with every step. You don’t realize you’re biting at your lower lip until Jason emulates Roy and wraps his muscular arm around your waist. Your mouth drops, then quickly shuts, but not before he can notice. 

He chuckles lowly, squeezing you closer against his side as the four of you come to a halt in front of Roy’s Mustang and Jason’s bike, though not before his assured gait can falter.

You eye the raven-haired man curiously, noticing how antsy he seems, “What’s up?” Does he have to shit or something?

“Nothing,” He runs a sharp hand through his dark hair as he focuses back in on Kori’s Animal Crossing rant.

You raise a dubious brow but allow him to lift you onto the hood of Roy’s red coupe. Roy easily jumps up beside you, with Kori stepping inside his spread legs to continue the tour of her island. Meanwhile, Jason looks off toward Main Street with a distant look in his emerald eyes.

You watch as Jason and Roy share another look before you finally bite.

“I feel like I’m missing something,” You say, noticing how all three look guilty. You’re even more confused now. “What?” Kori looks at Roy, who looks at Jason, who purposefully avoids your gaze. “What!?”

Roy runs a loose hand through his fiery locks as if to say you’re not going to get any answers from him. Instead, you turn to Jason, who’s shoved his hands deep in his pockets.

“S’just that,” He kicks at the pavement, ducking his head as he does so before meeting your gaze head on, “We came in to ask if you’d want to go on a double date tonight.”

Your eyes widen, not missing the implication that you’d be Jason’s date and that the four of you’d all probably end up fucking again. You already know your answer is yes, but you don’t want to seem too eager, god forbid.

“Yeah, I can do that.” 

You definitely don’t mind that this is steadily becoming a thing.

“Cool,” He says with a small smile that Roy’s wolfish grin easily dwarfs.

“We are on for tonight, then?” Kori asks you sweetly. She sets her Switch down next to Roy’s thigh on the hood to take your hands into her large ones.

“Yeah,” You nod bashfully, squeezing her hands lightly as you do.

She beams, squealing as she draws you into a suffocating hug, then smooshes Jason in Roy in as well. 

“Pick you up after your shift?” Roy asks, smirk still evident on his freckled cheeks. “Your place?”

“Yeah,” You look at Jason, noticing his blush is as hot as yours feels. “Sounds good.”

🎮🎮🎮🎮

At home, you’re freaking out.

What the fuck are you supposed to wear? None of them had mentioned any plans and you’d been too starstruck to ask for more details. This is exactly when Kori texts you asking if she can come over and get ready with you. Butterflies fill your stomach as you agree.

Though you’d all fucked, this felt so much more intimate, like you could somehow fuck everything up with this date alone. You really like all of them, but you don’t know necessarily where you all stand. Are you dating Jason and Kori and Roy are dating and sometimes the four of you fuck? Or did it go deeper? Were you all together?

Kori arrives minutes later, hands full of an abundance of colorful fabrics, “Hello, friend!” She gives you a big smooch on the lips as you welcome her inside. 

It happens so fast, you don’t have time to reciprocate before she’s high-tailing it up to your room and throwing off her clothes. You gulp at the sight that greets you when you walk in.

“What’s up?” You ask, feeling anxiety seep over you. The pressure of the date, coupled with all the unknowns leaves you reeling. Now Kori’s here and you don’t even have the ability to freak out in peace. No, you have to pull it together before she notices-

“Are you alright?”

Shit.

You gulp as she approaches you. She bends down so she can cup your face in gentle concern.

“Just really nervous,” You manage to supply. Your eyes search her neon ones for salvation, something she easily grants.

“I am nervous as well,” The way she says your name makes you weak in the knees. Luckily, she’s there to support you. She guides you to the bed where all your vetoed outfits have landed and helps you to sit. 

“I don’t want to mess anything up,” You confess.

“You couldn’t,” She assures you, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “We will have the best time,” She beams, taking your hands within her own to bounce them. “I promise.”

You somehow believe her and allow your anxiety to slowly ebb. 

“Where are we even going, anyway?”

She gasps in excitement, “Jason has planned a picnic!”

“For the meteor shower?” You remember him mentioning it a few days ago, but hadn’t realized it would be tonight.

Kori nods, getting up to go through the pile of your clothes, “I think this would look lovely on you. I know they’ll both like it, too,” You blush, ducking your head before she can see, but it’s too late.

She crawls across the bed toward you with a black, tight cotton dress. It’s long sleeve which will keep you warm when the sun goes down, yet the front is low-cut enough to show off some serious cleavage. It’s perfect.

You take the dress from her outstretched form, sighing when her warm forehead rests against your own. She has her eyes closed, so all you can see are her long, red lashes splayed out across her sun-kissed skin. 

God, she’s fucking perfect. 

You allow your eyes to close, eyelashes tickling against her own as you melt against her.

All worries are expelled as her acrylics rake up and down your back, engraving your skin with her want. Her swollen lips make quick work of the rest of your anxieties as she lays you down with all the assurance in the world. You know everything’s going to be all right; she makes sure of it.

By the time the two of you are dressed, your legs are shaking, though not from nerves.

She’s wearing jeans and a cropped hoodie that shows off the slightest sliver of her toned stomach as bounds down your steps toward your dates. Both men step out of the coupe as soon as they see the two of you approaching to greet you. 

Kori’s in front of you, so they greet her first. Pulling her in for a tight hug as you finish locking the door. 

Your nerves settle as a low static across your movements once you hear their chatter and you accidentally drop your keys. Before you can even bend down, Jason bounds your way to pick them up for you, sending you back to the night of your first date.

He holds the keys, taking your hands in his as he steps back to take you in, “You look incredible.”

You smile, feeling the tell-tale sear of a blush staining across your cheeks when he leans in to give you a chaste kiss. You deepen it, but only slightly. Roy wolf-whistles, effectively breaking the two of you apart. 

Jason leads you over to him where the redhead immediately pulls you against his firm chest. You can’t help but laugh at his goofy grin as he runs his freckled hands up and down your curves in appreciation. He bites his lip as if to prevent himself from doing… well, you don’t exactly what goes on in his perverted mind, but you know he’s obviously thinking about something.

Just like last time, the four of you pile into the car, racing through the desolate desert streets just as the sun threatens to completely vacate the sky. Stars have begun to twinkle in the leaking indigo of the sky as you rev off further into the dying embers of the landscape.

“Jay and Star picked this place out for us, babe,” Roy says as he finally pulls off the road. “It looks insane, trust me.”

You and Kori bounce in their laps as you traverse the rocky terrain closer and closer to the mountains on the horizon. You continue to sing along to the radio with them until you can no longer ignore your impending thoughts. 

You eye the desolate landscape skeptically, “Please tell me you guys aren’t taking me out here to murder me.”

You’re currently in the middle of nowhere and severely doubt that anyone would be able to find any of you out here this far off the road. Where are they even taking you, anyway? It’s all desert no matter how far out you drive.

Finally, Roy jams on the breaks, twisting the wheel as he does so in a way that spins the car around with a screech. The Mustang rocks back and forth from the momentum as it settles into park right next to a group of desert trees. You’ve got a white-knuckled grip on Roy’s shoulder and the door, hating the way he throws his head back and laughs so effortlessly at your plight. Kori, on the other hand, giggles in delight at his blatant peacocking. 

The men help you and Kori out of the car before leading you over to the grassy knoll under the trees that offers a picture perfect view of the gleaming night sky.

A huge, fluffy blanket’s been laid out as a base, with tons of soft pillows littering the edge of it. Tiny lanterns with fake tea lights have been scattered across the area, casting an intimate glow over the whole setup. 

“It’s beautiful,” You turn back around to face them with awe evident on your face. “Thank you,” You breathe as you draw them all in for a group hug. 

You still don’t know if this is a date for you and Jason with Kori and Roy or if it’s for all of you. What you do know is that it’s the most thoughtful thing anyone’s ever done for you.

“Took forever to find a good spot to watch the shower tonight,” Jason pulls out a large picnic basket from the trunk before taking your hand in his and leading you over to the blanket. “Plus, Kori wanted trees. Felt like a goddamned safari looking for this spot.”

You laugh, letting him lead you over to where Kori’s propped up on the blanket under a tree. 

She adjusts the pillows as you near, moving one behind her back and the trunk before clearing room for you. “Do you like it?”

Jason and Roy guide you down to sit between her legs as they finish spreading out the food.

The way she looks with the moonlight melting across her tan skin skin, you can’t image a better location.

“Everything’s perfect,” You answer with a sheepish smile, ducking your head before she can see your blush.

Kori begins running her acrylics through your hair, softly humming something you can’t quite make out. The vibrations send shivers of happiness across your skin. 

She’s so beautiful.

“What did you end up making for us, Jason?” Kori asks, stirring you from your daydreams of her.

“You cooked?” He’d mentioned to you that he liked to cook before, saying the next date he’d have to make you something. You guess he’s stuck true to his word.

He’s so perfect.

“Roy helped, too, I guess,” He shrugs nonchalantly, though his raging blush tells you everything you need to know.

“You did?” The redhead throws a wink your way at your question.

He’s so captivating.

You’re falling for them. Falling hard.

You’re entirely enamored with each and every one of them.

“If giving the chef a blowie counts, then yeah,” He jokes, but there’s an obvious anxious edge to it. Both he and Jason seem to gauge your reaction.

“Oh?” 

You didn’t mind at all. You feel no jealousy in the slightest, especially considering his girlfriend had just swallowed your come not even 30 minutes ago.

“We had our own intimacy as well,” Both men’s ears perk up at Kori’s statement.

“Oh, worm?” Roy asks in disbelief.

“Worm indeed,” You nod sheepishly looking down at the blanket. You feel all eyes on you and decide to take a leap of faith. With a sigh you ask, “What are we?”

Cue Roy’s signature spit take.

Jason is his unamused target, it seems. His button up is now covered in grape soda, leaving him no choice but to remove it. You can’t help but stare, something he notices with a loose hand through his hair. He looks away shyly but it only spurs you into action. 

You caress his jaw, drawing his attention back your way as you search his eyes for an answer.

Surprisingly, it’s Roy who supplies you with one.

“I- we, want this situation between us,” Roy gestures between himself and Kori, then between Jason and you, “to be… More permanent,” Roy turns to Kori, who nods earnestly in agreement. 

“All of you?” You question in astonishment. You can hardly believe this is all actually happening. 

So, it hadn’t all just been a one-off event, then.

You can’t stop the beaming grin that spreads across your face.

“If that’s what you’d want, too,” Jason’s gentle voice soothes the butterflies you feel thrashing around your stomach.

You attempt to keep them waiting some, not wanting to seem too desperate, but you can’t help how your response spills out of you.

“Yes,” You breathe. “I’d like that a lot.”

It’s as if a dam’s broke.

The four of you take turns kissing each other, feeling out how it feels to just be. 

To be here; to be with them. It’s all perfect.

The chasteness of your movements soon lose their tentative nature, becoming more hasty, edging deeper as you take turns melding against their bodies.

To further the officialness, Kori strips your dress off of you, leaving you in your black thong in front of all of you dates to see.

“Oh, shit,” Roy bites at his lower lip, smirking Jason’s way before nodding to Kori.

“I told you they’d like it,” She whispers to you, wasting no time in pulling off her jeans. It’s not enough, though. You need to see more of her. 

You gently kiss her, heads bobbing in perfect time with each other’s tantalizing movements. Your hands slowly slip into her bra, squeezing gently around her lofty breasts before coaxing them out of her bra and into the chilly night air. She pulls away with a light moan, lifting her cropped hoodie for you to get a good look at what’s been haunting your wet dreams.

You know exactly what you want.

You shimmy backward, positioning yourself between her long tanned legs. You want to hear how much she needs you, “You want me to eat your pussy? It’s only fair I return the favor,” You bite at your bottom lip as you nuzzle into her juicy cunt. “Right, Kor?” You look up at her from where your face is pressed against her panties. Her sweet smell permeates the fabric as you tease your tongue against it, creating a wet spot that her arousal easily doubles.

She gasps and it’s then that you hear the tell-tale sign of zippers from behind the two of you. She looks starstruck, giving an all new meaning to her nickname.

“Please,” Comes her breathless plea.

You finally push past her panties to taste her slick want, reveling in how she squirms against your hold on her hips. 

You’re on your knees, trapped arching between Kori’s long legs when you hear Jason clear his throat. You give one long lick up Kori’s twitching cunt before turning around with her slick dribbling down onto your chin to where Jason and Roy have sidled up behind you.

Roy rubs his hands together greedily with a wicked glint behind his verdant eyes as he crawls closer to you, “Can we touch you, beautiful?” He tilts your chin up as he awaits your answer. 

When you nod, he easily descends upon your lips, placing a sure hand behind your head as he deepens the kiss into something absolutely filthy. As soon as you break apart, you draw Jason in for a wet kiss of his own. You get lost in his touch, only coming back to the moment when Roy groans as he fists himself to the erotic sight splayed out in front of him.

Kori guides you back to where you’ve pushed her underwear aside. You allow her acrylics to tangle in your locks as she forces your head back down against her arching hips. This time, when you bend down you spread your thighs even wider to grant Jason and Roy better access as you makeout with Kori’s perfect pussy.

“Shit,” Jason’s rough hands travel up the globes of your ass while Roy’s smoother ones trail up your spread, inner thighs.

Kori gasps as you flick at her clit then quickly move to tease her entrance with the tip of your tongue. You flatten your tongue, dragging it across her length and repeat the motion until she whines for you to stop. You slurp the combination of drool and slick as you pull away with a pussy-drunk smile. She meets it with a panting, dazed one and removes her hand from your hair to push her own out of her eyes.

“Ah!” You startle forward into Kori’s tits as Roy finally breeches your entrance with his index finger. 

“Eat our girl out, Jay,” Roy motions for Jason to lie down under your spread form to get a better angle. You can’t deny that the new nickname drives you crazy in the best possible way. “Show her she’s ours.”

Before he follows Roy’s commands, he draws the redhead in for a teeth clashing kiss. He pushes Roy’s cap up to get a better angle before discarding the offending article all together.

Jason’s calloused hands draw another moan out of you as they assuredly grip your hips to keep you in place while he unleashes teasing licks against your pussy. Meanwhile, Roy remains on his knees so he can slowly push his thick finger into your tight heat. You exhale shakily as you back against his taunting, forcing his knuckle to finally sink inside of you with a whimper of relief.

Kori draws you back to her. You’d know that look anywhere- she’s ready to come.

“I want you,” Her breath hitches around your name while your tongue steals the rest of her coherent words until she’s a withering mess under your touch. 

Her pornstar worthy moans ring out across the landscape like a beautiful symphony. Kori’s wanton noises couple with the wet whines you’re unleashing against her folds until the two of you create the lewdest duet this desert’s ever heard. 

Roy continues to finger you while spreading your ass and positioning himself so he can eat you out from behind at the the same time as Jason does from underneath your splayed thighs. The two men seem to be in competition of who can make you moan loudest while also testing what leaves you withering under their touch.

“Jay,” Roy’s deep voice sends vibrations across your sensitive pussy. 

You halt in your ministrations on Kori to turn your head and watch as Roy slurps your arousal into his mouth. You arch with a breathless moan at the contact, the sounds breaks as you watch Roy duck over Jason’s mouth to spit your slick into Jason’s expectant mouth.

Your thighs shake, wanting to close before you can come but Jason won’t allow it.

Kori rubs at her clit, easily becoming distracted by the salacious scene unfolding in front of her until you once again descend upon her wet folds. She arches against the tree as she begs you for release, tugging at your hair as she draws closer and closer to the edge.

Panting, she draws you against her lips for a sloppy, uncoordinated kiss. 

“Fuck, Kori,” You groan against her plump lips, feeling your own impending orgasm drawing near. “You’re so fucking hot, I-“

She cuts off your rambling with another wet kiss. Her tongue flicks out to tease yours before sucking it into her mouth with a lewd slurp. Your hand works alongside hers to leave her shaking and whimpering against your lips as she comes undone by your hand. You smack her cunt, eating the groan she feeds into your open mouth as she rides it out.

You don’t have time to take pride in the panting state you’ve left her in before Jason and Roy threaten to leave you in one of your own.

Kori continues to smear her lipgloss across your puffy lips and moves in tandem with Jason to flick at your nipples. It’s when she grabs your ass from where she sits (yes, she’s really still that tall) to spread it for your men.

“Absolute fucking slut,” Roy grumbles against your aching cunt. “Such a good girl, baby,” You whimper in response, feeling your body tense with anticipation of your building orgasm. “Jason, I think she wants to come.”

“You want to come?”

You nod desperately, realizing too late that he can’t see you. The only response he needs is your desperate cry as both men double down on your dripping pussy. The sensation leaves you helplessly bucking against Roy’s fingers as they curl and squelch inside you for relief.

Kori eats your moans as they echo against your messy tangling of lips and tongues.

Jason’s fingers take over for Roy as he stands and thrusts his throbbing cock in the middle of your sapphic kiss. You eye the redheads with half-lidded eyes as you share Roy’s cock with your girlfriend. God, it feels so nice to say. After only a few moments in your mouth, Roy pulls out and releases across Kori’s and your expectant tongues.

“So fucking good to me,” Roy pants as he splatters the last of his come across your faces with a shaky groan. “Best fucking orgasm ever, swear it,” He says as he encases his lips around yours, swapping his come between your mouths before moving to Kori to do the same.

Jason moves out from under you, offering your knees relief as he lays you back against Kori’s stomach to fuck into you.

It’s a slow and cruel pace, only made crueler by how Roy and Kori touch you like they already know where you want to be touched. Each redhead takes a side, Roy sucking your tit into his mouth while Kori’s mouth draws you in for a kiss. Her acrylics tickle at your other erect nipples until you’re arching off of her and into Jason’s thrusts.

“Just like that,” Jason growls your name. “You’re so fucking tight.”

It’s when the two redheads move their attention down to your clit that you know you’re fucked. Roy spreads your folds with two fingers, watching as intensely as Jason does as his girthy cock disappears in and out of your squelching hole.

“Fuck- please,” You whimper. “I need to come, baby-“ Without warning, you arch off of Kori. Neither she nor Roy stop their jerks against your clit as you slip off Jason’s dick with a gush of liquid.

You’re wriggling in Kori and Roy’s arms as Jason releases across your expanding and retracting stomach as you pant out the remnants of your orgasm. 

“Did she just squirt on you, Jay?”

Jason snorts, looking down at his dripping cock, “Think so, Harper.” His deep voice sends waves of aftershock across your body while his steady hands draw you against his naked chest for a toe-curling kiss.

By the time you’ve all come down from the high, you realize the meteors have already begun streaming across the night sky, disappearing off behind the darkened valleys that lie ahead.

🎮🎮🎮🎮

You didn’t want to go home after the shower. There was no pressure to stay over but you wanted to. You’re all official now and you want to make it official over and over again.

That’s how you ended up in their bed, facing Kori on your knees as Roy pounds into her in the same position Jason has you in. With Kori’s great height, the width of the bed is entirely too short, meaning you’re panting against her neck as she leaves bruising kisses against your delicate collarbone. 

With one hand on the bed, your other hand tangles in her fiery hair. She gasps into your mouth, grasping her free hand against your shoulder before slowly moving it lower. She caresses your tits as they bounce from Jason’s unforgiving teasing. He continues to draw desperate mewls from you as he fucks you with just the tip until your arousal visibly drips from your cunt onto the curve of his erection.

“Jay,” Roy breathes as he leans across Kori’s back to makeout with you. His hips continue shallowly snapping into Kori’s heat all the while. “Stop teasing her before I take over and give her what she really wants-“ 

Before he can finish his statement, Jason pounds into you twice, leaving you reeling for more. Instead of giving it to you, he holds your hips steady to prevent you from bucking back against him.

“I want to try something,” Jason pats gently at your side and gestures for you to mount Kori.

You don’t question it. You give her one more kiss before she flips from her knees onto her back so you can mount her. Meanwhile, you crawl across the mattress toward Roy who stands behind her. You make a show out of straddling Kori’s long torso, presenting your ass to Roy so that your ass is now flush against Roy’s hairy pelvis.

All three of you face Jason who’s kicked off his jeans completely. His wanton eyes take in the three of you darkly as he moves onto the middle of the mattress, precome leaking from his red-tipped cock.

“You want to watch me fuck them, Jay?” Roy bites at his bottom lip as he greedily stares down at the two pussies in front of him. Roy always finds a way to render Jason speechless, this being one of those moments. “Alright,” Roy jiggles your ass, watching as the movement causes your clit to rub against Kori’s underneath you. Your moans ring out in unison, spurring movement from both men.

Before you can blink, Roy’s sinking inside you from behind with Jason’s cock gagging you from the front. 

Your eyes roll to the back of your head when Kori’s delicate hands fondle your tits, licking teasingly at your nipples as you take both of their dicks at once.

Is this heaven?

You’ve never moaned so loud before, feeling all inhibitions slip away with every thrust into your fucked-out form.

This is the first time you’ve felt Roy’s dick in you and holy shit are you going to need it in you more.

“Sharing so nicely for us,” Roy grunts as he pulls out of your slick cunt only to thrust it into Kori’s ready pussy beneath yours. “Is this what you wanted, Jay? To see my dick in their pretty little pussies so you can get off-“ 

Roy cuts himself off with a carnal moan as your tight heat welcomes him back. He rewards you with a sharp smack against each ass cheek followed by Kori’s soothing hands as she spreads your cheeks further for the redhead. Her long nails leave loving indents against your skin, only spurring your pleasure on further.

While Roy switches between your cunts, Jason alternates between your willing mouths.

“Shit,” Jason groans, pulling Roy in for a clashing kiss above you and Kori’s panting forms. “I don’t think I can last much longer,” Jason’s breath comes out shaky as he fucks deeper down your throat.

You’re slowly getting used to Kori’s intimate faces, enough to realize she’s close. You know you feel your own orgasm threatening to spill onto Roy’s jerky movements, but you hold strong.

You and Kori edge each other by playing with each others nipples and making out. Eventually, she rubs your clit and you attempt to return the favor, but your arm is too short to reach hers. She just chuckles lightly and whispers against your ear for you to enjoy. You swear you almost come right then and there.

It’s a chain reaction. 

Jason pulls out of your mouth with a lewd ‘pop’ and emulates how Roy had come at the picnic. His sticky want coats both Kori’s and your tongues and even manages to splatter across your eyelashes. With Roy fucking into Kori during this, she follows Jason with a sweet sigh as you and Roy send her over the edge with your touch.

With Jason and Kori out, Roy doubles down on you. His strong grip secures around your hair, snapping your head back so you can look at him with every jerky thrust he shudders into you.

“Fuck me, please,” You beg, moaning when Kori picks up the pace on your clit and Jason’s mouth moves to encircle your tits with bruising care. “Roy!”

“You take that shit,” He grits against his teeth as he makes you come undone like never before. “Just like that, baby. Good girl,” He praises you as you cry out in pleasure.

Your orgasm wracks over you in dizzying waves that leave you wrecked and begging for his come as you buck against his thick cock. He obliges with a noise you’ve never heard from him before. He pulls out, jerking his cock as his come spurts onto your twitching cunt. The sticky arousal oozes and drips down from your cunt onto Kori’s in an erotic display that leaves Roy’s cock twitching. 

Kori’s lithe fingers trickle down, using the thick substance as lube on your pulsating clit and ultimately sending you over the edge.

Once you come down from another orgasm, you fall into the pile of their spent bodies.

“This bed’s too small for this shit,” Jason and Roy snort while Kori merely draws you closer to her body.

“So, I think us bribing her with nerd shit worked, y’all,” You can’t help the laughter that spills from you as they all tiredly high-five each other over your come-covered body before cuddling around you. “You know this means you have to come work with us now, right?” Roy nudges you gently in the butt, “This is officially a cult and we’re taking over the world one GameStop at a time, are you up for it, cadet?”

“Roy,” You turn your head to the side to face him. “Are you trying to make me vote you out of the cuddle pile Survivor style?”

“Yeah, say my name just like that, gorgeous,” He purrs against your ear, completely ignoring the rest of your sentence. “S’long as you promise to quit that shitty fucking job you have for the shitty fucking job we have.”

“It’s not that bad,” Jason mumbles, running his hands through your hair delicately. As you’ve gotten to know him, you realize it’s his way of saying he also wants you to quit your diner job. “They’ve been bugging me to hire someone new, anyway.”

You nod, “Okay.”

“Cool,” He nods. “We have dental.” 

You can’t help but snort at his ridiculous idea of pillow talk. Regardless of the squished space, you fall asleep easily surrounded by the ones you find yourself falling for more and more each day.

  🎮🎮🎮🎮

Weeks fly by, then months, spending time with the three of them.

From aquarium dates to DIY spa treatments and nail painting weekends, you’ve never had such a blast. You’ve gotten a lot more comfortable with all of them as you all still figure out the mechanics of dating four people at once.

The bell above the diner rings out as Jason and Roy come to pick you up after your final shift at the diner. Next week you’ve been scheduled to train with Kori for your first shift at GameStop.

“Where’s Kori?” You ask as you hop into Roy’s shitty car.

“Her sister’s in town,” Jason replies as he shifts under you in the front seat. “She should be back around dinner, though.”

Roy pats your thigh as he slides into the drivers seat. He gives it a squeeze before revving the engine, “Got a problem with it being just me and Jay, beautiful?”

You obviously don’t. They’d taken turns fucking to you last night while Kori’d been at work.

You ignore his question, noticing he’s missed his turn, “Where are we going?”

“You still need to get your Xbox from your old place, right?”

You feel a certain calculatedness between him and Jason, as if you’re missing something they’ve clearly discussed. However, you push this aside as you make a mental checklist of what’s left. Your lease is up in a week and you’ve been steadily moving into a new place you’ll eventually share with them. 

“That and one extra box of plushies.” You know Kori won’t allow you to donate any. If anything, you figure that they’ll be a nice welcome gift for her when the three of them officially move in with you a few weeks from now.

The place is perfect for what the four of you have going on. 

It’s close enough to town that getting to work will be easy but far enough away that it feels entirely your own. It’s a townhouse with a massive master bedroom, something Jason’s planning to fill with a custom bed for all four of you to fit on. There’s even a four car garage due to the fact that the adjacent townhome isn’t in use and the landlord doesn’t give a fuck. 

You pull up to your old place, sharing a cheeky smile with Jason as the memories of your first time with him come flooding back to both of you. You grab your Xbox and take one last look around. 

A lot has changed since you first moved here, but the change has been good and you can’t complain.

The two of them share an unreadable look as you climb back into Jason’s lap. Before you can question it, Roy’s already peeling off. He’s blasting his college band’s EP at full blast as the three of you jet off under the blazing desert sun.

“You ready, Jay?” Roy asks cheekily.

Jason looks pissed that he’s even asked and refuses to give him a response.

“Ready for what?” You bite.

But all Roy does is smirk, “Don’t worry, baby. You’ll like it,” His freckled fingers tap to the drumbeat against the steering wheel as he screeches down the main streets. His shitty Mustang takes you all the way to the edge of town to your new place.

Roy hops out of the car first, jogging, then sliding across the hood to open the door for you and Jason. The redhead helps you out of the coupe, taking your hand in his and pressing a gentle kiss atop it before doing the same to a begrudged Jason.

“Why are you guys acting so fucking weird?” You ask as they each take one of your hands into their own. Roy remains quiet, forcing Jason to answer you. Jason’s seemed on edge ever since the two of them had picked you up from the diner. You don’t understand why he’s so nervous around you today.

“We have a surprise for you,” Is all Jason says.

The more nervous he is, you’ve found, the quieter he becomes. Whatever the surprise is, the way he’s acting right now reminds you of your first date to the outside library. 

It’s cute.

“Kori helped, too,” Roy adds helpfully as he goes about unlocking the door.

Upon entry, everything looks normal. Nothing’s out of place so you’re still entirely in the dark on the whole surprise. Well, dark in general considering no one’s bothered to turn on any lights yet.

Jason flicks on the light to the stairs and takes the lead, seemingly nervous while Roy trails behind you with a wicked smirk.

From behind you, Roy covers over your eyes as you make land on the second floor, though you accidentally stumble into Jason in front of you because of it.

“Sorry!” You attempt to pry Roy’s freckled hands from your face so you can, you know, fucking see, but he remains resolute.

“Wouldn’t want to ruin your surprise, now would we, gorgeous?”

“Jason,” You beg for backup that never comes.

“He’s not gonna be any help, baby. This whole thing was his idea,” Roy’s breath tickles against your ear as you’re shuffled into a room. “Wasn’t it, Jason?”

“Shut it, Harper,” He hisses. Regardless of his harsh tone, he’s gentle with you as he situates you to sit on…?

“Is this a bed?”

Both men snort at your observation.

“Yeah,” At Jason’s response, Roy finally lifts his hands from your eyes.

You look down at the huge fucking mattress you’re sitting on. It’s easily the size of two king-sized mattresses and would definitely be a comfortable fit for the four of you as you settle into your new shared space. Hell, they’ve even gone so far as to put on the sheets and everything.

You can tell it was Kori’s tall-ass that hung the TV because it’s way too fucking far up the wall, but at least it’s already set up with Roy’s Xbox. The room, no, the entire house needs some more work, but it’s an amazing and exciting start. Definitely a good surprise, you think to yourself with a smile.

It’s obvious that they’d just been over here from the screen that remains idle from the last game they’d been playing. 

“This is,” You turn around from where you are at the edge of the bed to get a better look at the ginormous contraption, “insane. I love it!” Jason seems genuinely pleased by your reaction and seems to finally relax a bit. Good. “I was seriously wondering why you were acting so nervous,” You snort in Jason’s direction.

Instead of smiling, he suddenly seems entirely nervous again.

Weird.

“Oh, that’s not because of the bed,” Roy jests toward a constipated looking Jason. “Is it, Jay?”

Jason sighs, moving forward to crouch in front of you and the new bed, “I needed the dumbass’ help.” You raise a brow, first at him, then at Roy’s cheeky form behind him, “I want to please you.”

You can’t help it, you choke on your spit.

“You do, Jay,” You’re quick to reassure him, completely confused by whatever the fuck’s going on here.

His lips quirk slightly at the nickname, “I know, but I want to try something new; something I haven’t really done before. That’s why I want Roy to be here. I want to learn, but I also want it to feel good for you.”

“Uh,” You’re even more confused than before. “Okay.” 

Jason, however, is saved by the bell as Kori FaceTimes you.

“You have seen the surprise, correct?” The redhead beams at you through the screen. You lift your arm up and fall backwards onto the comfy bed in lieu of a response, “Oh, yay!” She squeals, “You like it, then, yes?”

“Of course, Kor,” She beams at your nickname for her. “I love y-it, so much,” You rush to add the last part to cover up your near slip. You weren’t going to be the first one to say it, especially not over the fucking phone. You go to hand the phone to Jason and Roy so they can say ���hi,’ but they’re too busy eyeing your spread-out form on the mattress. “Uh, Kori?”

“Yes?” Her wide green eyes look at you with concern.

“Are you somewhere private by chance?”

“Private?” You flip around the camera to show Jason and Roy both donning their bedroom eyes. “Oh,” She mumbles cutely as the screen on her end starts jostling around.

Meanwhile, Roy joins you on the oversized bed while Jason sinks to his knees in front of you.

“You like when I spank you, right?” You nod at Jason, not understanding the connection. “I want to do that and more with you, but I don’t really know how to without Roy’s experience, hence…” He trails off awkwardly. 

He’s not even looking at you, so he can’t see how you beam at his statement.

“Tell her what you want,” Roy encourages in a deep voice. His hand trickle up and down the arm closest to him while the other grabs for the phone. “You want a show, Star?”

“I would love one,” You watch as Kori bites her lip, settling into what seems to be in a bathroom. 

Roy props up the phone in just a way that allows Kori the perfect view of the three of you and the three of you the perfect view of her. As soon as he’s pleased with the positioning, he coaxes you in for a slow, deep kiss.

Your eyes flutter shut as the two men take turns kissing your lips and each other’s. When you go to trail your hand up Jason’s thigh, he stops you.

“We still need a safe word,” Jason mumbles against your lips, eyes searching yours with hesitation as if he’s afraid he’s said the wrong thing.

He hasn’t and you assure him of it with a sensual, slow kiss.

“Red?”

“Simple enough,” He concurs.

Everyone jumps when the console rings out a warning that it’ll be shutting down soon. It’s then that Roy’s face twists up coyly. 

“I think I have an idea,” He quickly shoves on Jason’s sweats, going commando as he picks up his car keys and jogs out of the room at half-mast.

He returns moments later with… “Tape?” 

You’re lost.

He merely hands it to Jason before stripping back down. As he rejoins you on the bed, he languidly drapes across your body to draw you in for a toe-curling kiss. It’s then that you notice the rope as well. 

Your stomach flips in anticipation of what’s to come.

“You remember our safe word?” Jason asks before he rips the tape off of the roll with his teeth.

“I do,” His eyes flash with something you can’t quite place as he uses the tape to secure the controller against your upper thigh. He angles it in just a way that allows the edge of it to rest against your clit.

From there, Roy untangles the rope while Jason turns his attention to the survival game on the screen. The car he gets into vibrates intensely, sending you shooting forward into Roy’s firm chest, “Shit!” Roy’s laughter booms against your smooshed face until he helps you resituate.

“Should I crash the fucking car into a mountain, or something? It’s hard to focus on this and the driving’sall,” Jason cutely turns around, looking at Roy with an innocence the situation should not possess, but you’re so glad it does. “That way when I accelerate it doesn’t have to go anywhere but it’ll still vibrate.”

You and Roy share a look, leaving you to bite your lip. 

Roy snorts, “Sure, Jay.” 

Jason does end up crashing the car, sending the controller absolutely crazy as he does. 

You cry out in pleasure, wriggling against the sheets at the brief burst of vibration. Roy motions Jason closer as he lays the rope across your skin, helping Jason knot and twist it until you’re sufficiently hogtied. The silky rope is tight around each of your breasts, threading down between your pussy lips, then straight through to part your asscheeks salaciously.

Once Roy’s pleased, he commands Jason to slip you over onto your stomach so you face Kori.

Kori licks her index finger nice and slow for you, propping her phone up on the sink to give you all a nice view of her manicured nails slipping through her bush, all the way down to her clit. She begins rubbing slowly, watching sardonically as you whimper against the low vibrations. 

“As much as this is about Jason, baby,” You feel someone lining up behind you and mewl pathetically. Your eyes can hardly focus on Kori on the screen in front of you, let alone the camera displaying you, Jason and Roy. “Would it be alright if I cut in?”

“Fuck,” You groan, feeling the phantom weight of his member bobbing close to your entrance. 

Surprisingly it’s Jason who runs a calm hand through your hair before bundling it up and tugging your head back to meet their faces. Your mouth forms a tiny ‘o’ when your eyes rest upon theirs.

“We need a verbal response,” Jason’s voice sinfully dribbles across your name, you have no choice but to give in to his domineering demeanor.

“Please,” Comes your wrecked response.

“Good boy, Jay,” Roy smirks wolfishly as he drags Jason in for a searing kiss. “I just want a taste, promise, then she’s all yours. Control the remote for me for a sec, okay?” Roy turns his attention back to you with a wicked gaze. “You ready, beautiful?”

Were you ready for him to fuck you when you’ve been waiting for his dick ever since the first break room escapade? 

“I don’t think I can wait any longer, Roy,” You answer honestly. It seems to catch him off guard. His face opens up for you in a way you haven’t seen since he made it official in the desert.

“Really?” Even Jason seems surprised by his reaction.

You bite your lip, nodding coquettishly.

“Jay know this?” Roy asks breathlessly, looking at you like he wants to devour you right then and there. “How bad you want me?”

Your eyes flicker over to Jason, which he takes as an opportunity to rev the game, vibrating the controller.

“Answer him,” The shyness in Jason’s voice is completely gone. You might think he was even upset had it not been for the obvious tent in his boxers.

“I talk about you all the time,” You say as he slinks over your body, hovering over you with his larger form. You feel embarrassed to go on, but Kori’s encouraging coos leave you no choice but to divulge everything. “He asks me if I’m imagining it’s you when he’s fucking into me,” Jason releases a shaky exhale at your admission. “He stretches me out, telling me to imagine he’s getting me ready for the two of you to fuck my pussy at the same time-“

“Shit, Jay,” Roy breathes, turning his head around to face Jason’s blushing form. “Such a filthy mouth. I’ll need to punish you later, won’t I?”

He rolls his eyes, but Roy lets him off easy as he’s more preoccupied with lining himself up. The tip of his cock teases your already slick entrance, threatening to push through and fill you for the first time. You’re reeling when Jason decides to amp up the vibrations.

You arch upward into Roy’s body. Your dazed eyes try to focus on Kori in front of you, but everything feels so fucking good. You’re pretty sure your mouth is moving, but you have no idea if anything coherent comes out once Roy’s tip breaches your tight cunt. 

He pushes in slowly, murmuring sweet things in your ear as he fills your cunt with his girth. Jason’s slowed down the vibrations to nearly nothing so you can feel all of Roy as he fully pushes in.

You’ve just gotten used to his thick cock when Jason makes a demand, “Moan for Kori.”

Roy groans, body shivering inside you as your eyes meet hers on the screen.

You blush, suddenly feeling shy as her half-lidded neon green eyes meet your widened ones. Jason won’t allow it, though as he amps up the controller to a nearly unbearable speed. You unleash an unholy moan, arousal leaking through the cracks in a way that leaves your partners visibly affected.

“More,” Kori commands and you have no choice but to give in.

Roy’s hips pick up the pace, thrusting deeper and deeper with each thrust until you’re wriggling around helplessly in their combined hold. The controller remains high as Jason claims your mouth in an aggressive kiss that matches Roy’s aggressive pace. Each thrust leaves the ropes tugging in all the right places, adding to the already intense sensations you’re assaulted with.

You don’t realize you’re coming until the strength of it forces Roy’s leaking cock out of your cunt. Just like at the picnic, you squirt everywhere, drenching everyone in the vicinity in your want. 

“It’s been so long since you’ve squirted for us, baby,” Roy practically vibrates next to your panting form.

You’re too sensitive and whine until they untape the controller from your thigh but the ropes stay on. There’s no time for recovery before Jason stakes his claim on you.

Jason tentatively fucks your dripping cunt until Roy’s gentle encouragement spurs him to shove his fingers in your mouth. Your tongue lulls out of your mouth in response, wanting- no, needing to be filled. The way you feel, coupled with the way they’re talking about you like a fucking object leaves you reeling.

“Kori,” You whimper as she watches you sardonically through the screen.

“She can’t help you, babe,” Jason’s husky voice groans against your ear. “You want Roy’s dick?” Your lulled tongue drooling is the only response the redhead needs as he lines himself up with your open mouth.

“If it gets to be too much, just snap your fingers, okay?” You nod gratefully.

It’s not too much at all. In fact, it’s everything you need and more.

You’ve never tried consecutive orgasms before, but damn if you didn’t feel like you were about to come again. This time it builds with an icy tremor across your hot skin, blossoming across your face all the way down to your lower stomach.

Kori’s fingers speed up on the screen. She’s wet as fuck. You can hear it with every slick flick of her fingers against her creamy cunt. It’s all too much and entirely not enough.

“Mmph!” You groan against Roy’s cock as Jason drills into your g-spot. Each thrust tightens the ropes around your body in the most delicious way. You wriggle your ass helplessly in the air as you take their wanton ministrations.

Your eyes tear up as you take Roy’s impressive length deeper down your throat, attention on Kori as you near closer to coming undone again. Roy pulls out, smacking his dick against your cheeks and drawing the tip teasingly across your swollen, fuck-doll lips.

“You like Jay’s dick?” Roy smirks down at your lucid face. When you don’t respond, he tugs at the hold he has on your hair. “Answer us,” He demands, teeth gritted in arousal as he awaits your answer. 

“Feels,” You pant, moaning when Roy smacks your face lightly so you focus on finishing your sentence. “So good, Jason. Please!” You beg as his hips snap flush against your tight hole. “Feels so fucking good, baby.”

“You want to come?” Jason takes over control of your hair from Roy as he snaps your head back to force you into a dizzying kiss.

You nod, gasping as you pull apart, “Please, Jay.”

He groans at the nickname, doubling his efforts on your pussy.

“So beautiful,” Kori praises 

He doesn’t last much longer. His hips snap into your tight heat a few more sloppy thrusts before his hot come fills inside your cunt deep. He groans, smacking your ass like you showed him you like as he pulls out. Roy doesn’t let too much come escape before he flips your sensitive come filled cunt around for Kori to see.

She wanted a show, so you’re going to give her one.

“Talk to her, Star,” Roy prompts as he fingers all the come that’s fallen to your thighs back inside your pussy with a lewd squelch. You pull away from him slightly, spurring slight concern, “Are you okay, baby? Do you need to use the safe word?” You shake your head with a gentle moan as you settle back toward him. “Are you sure?”

“Verbal,” Jason warns you.

“Yes, I’m sure,” You wriggle back even more toward Roy’s dripping fingers as if to prove your point.

Jason praises with a light kiss to your brow, “Good girl.” His eyes, however, are entirely focused on the mess Roy’s pushing in and out of your tight cunt.

“I wish I could taste you,” Star whimpers quietly into the speaker.

Though you can’t see her from your position, her voice is enough to send tantalizing shivers down your used body.

“Film this shit, Jay,” Roy eagerly hands the phone to Jason to film Roy fucking Jason’s come into you until Roy’s soon joins the mix.

You’re panting, entirely exhausted, as they show off you’re fucked-out form to a gasping Kori. It’s erotic enough of a sight that she sputters and comes onto her three fingers soon after you’ve been filled.

There’s a light knock on the bathroom door and Kori’s quick to sheepishly wave and hang up. However, she manages to catch the beginning of your orgasm as Jason and Roy lavish you with their fingers and tongues. You come with a muffled cry against the fingers Jason’s shoved in your mouth, releasing against the pads of Roy’s expert fingers.

You’re left groaning in overstimulation when it’s all done. 

They pepper kisses across your heated skin as you come down from the high, mewling all the while. Once you’re more coherent, Roy shows Jason how to remove the ropes that bind you.

“You were so good,” Jason looks to Roy for encouragement that this is what comes next. 

It apparently is because, the next thing you know, Roy’s rifling around in your bathroom shit for lotion. Roy instructs Jason to warm it between his hands slightly before placing it on your tender skin. 

They murmur praises against your ears, pressing kisses along your body as they continue the aftercare.

“How do you feel, gorgeous?” Roy asks. “Does anything hurt?”

“Mm,” You moan as their hands work gently against your body. “I feel really fucking good.”

“Nothing hurts?” Jason confirms.

“Nope,” You pop the ‘p’ as you lazily drawl the word from your fucked-out mouth.

“So,” Jason starts tentatively. His hands still their movements on your skin as if he’s suddenly nervous. “You’d want to try this again?”

“Of course,” You say with a smile, “but next time I want Kori to fuck me with her alien strap, too.”

The look in both of their eyes prove that they agree completely.

🎮🎮🎮🎮

Later that night, Kori interrupts your gaming session as she bursts in with three bags of something that smells incredible.

“I brought takeout!” 

You pause the game to greet her with a chaste kiss that she deepens, “How was your sister?”

“It was good! We got lunch at the new place downtown you told me about,” She presses another chaste kiss to your lips before moving to greet Jason and Roy with much of the same. “Then we went shopping- oh!” She pulls out a red dress from her bag. “I got this for you!”

It’s as red as your cheeks and easily matches the safeword from earlier. You take the dress gratefully, if not sheepishly, “Thank you, Kor. So, you had fun?”

“Mostly,” She hums as she sets out an abundance of steaming boxes. “Sometimes my sister can be…” Kori trails off, as if not knowing the word. 

“Difficult,” Roy supplies for her.

“Yes,” Kori beams in his direction. You help her set out plates while she and Jason dish out enough food to feed an army. “I still had a good time, though. I miss her.”

“I take it you told her about us?” Jason asks, though he refuses to make eye contact with anyone. 

“I did,” She nods, seemingly worried that it’s the wrong answer. 

“And?” He questions.

“She did not care for it, Jason.” 

Jason responds as if on autopilot, “I see.”

Your stomach sinks. You’ve yet to tell anyone back home, but you’d hate to face rejection when you do. Even Roy seems disappointed, though he doesn’t look surprised. Meanwhile, Jason’s wearing his best version of a poker face, though you all know him well enough to see right through it.

Though you obviously feel affected by the rejection, you hate seeing how it wears on your partners. Your not going to let one person’s opinion come between who you’ve really been falling in love with.

You refuse to let Kori’s sister have this affect over any of you.

“Well, I like what we have,” You sit back down at the table, blushing when all three easily follow behind you. “It’s unconventional, sure, but it’s not like we need approval from her or anyone,” You continue on before your anxiety can tell you to shut up. “Besides, us all living together is just the first step of, well, everything. We know what we want for ourselves and we’re doing it, of course people are going to be dicks about it, regardless of the, you know,” You trail off sheepishly as you look around the table at your awe-struck partners, “polyamory… anyway. Never mind.”

It’s completely quiet as your words sink over the sullied mood.

“She is right,” Kori’s the one who ends up breaking the silence. You wait for her to say more and are completely shocked when she does, “I love all of you.” 

You don’t mean to but you gasp. No one’s yet to broach the L-word, so it takes you completely off guard.

“I’ve never been one to give a fuck what anyone says or thinks,” Jason says. “I love you guys, too.” His serious face draws a smile to yours. Meanwhile, Roy looks like he’s just won the lottery.

“I love you all,” Roy quickly spouts.

No one pressures you and you almost consider keeping your feelings to yourself. Almost. 

They’ve all been there for you when no one else was and all they ask for in return is all you could ever ask of them. They’re all completely different and, yet all completely perfect for you. If they’re being this open, you want to be open with them, too.

“So, we’re all in love, then?” You blush, hoping it’s not too obvious but it doesn’t seem to matter regardless.

All of them are up, out of their seats to draw you into a group hug. Tiny kisses are scattered across everyone’s everywhereuntil, eventually, dinner moves to the new bed.

They make good on their word of the strap, something Kori completely dominates you with. She lays behind you as she fucks into you lazily with her ginaormous alien-dick strap. Her hands trail up your body as you flick your tongue against Roy’s, who’s laying on his side facing you while Jason fucks into him from behind, mirroring Kori’s position behind you.

It’s slow and intimate as the four of you meld together as lovers.

When you’re finished, you can’t help but feel a little disappointed. They were all going to go back to their place, leaving you alone for the first night over at the new place.

“What is wrong?” Kori lifts your chin gently, searching your eyes with confusion. Her slow cleaning movements against your skin halt. “Is it me?”

“No, it’s not you,” You snort, turning around in her arms to give her a chaste, reassuring kiss. “Well, kind of,” She quirks a brow, something you find entirely too cute. “I want this to feel even more like our place. I don’t want to stay here all alone,” You end with a pout.

“We were already planning on staying the night, love,” Jason places a reassuring kiss against your forehead.

You brighten instantly, “You’re all staying?”

“Of course,” Jason says at the same time Roy says, “We do have a bed to break in, right?”

“It doesn’t just have to be sex,” You say.

You’re already feeling completely spent after such an adventurous day. All you want to do is snuggle in bed with them, watching shitty movies that Jason and Kori pick out. So, this is exactly what the four of you do. You’re all propped up on the new bed together as some old movie flickers across the screen. Roy had argued for Dirty Dancing, but had conceded to Jason’s pick of Somewhere in Time. 

“Of course you’d pick a chick-flick,” Roy half-heartedly complains approximately 20 minutes in.

“Picked it out just for you, Harper,” Before he can say any more, Roy quite literally hits him with a pillow over the face, “You redheaded fucking cunt,” Jason takes the pillow and smacks him over his head in retaliation.

“PILLOW FIGHT!” Roy swipes the pillow from behind your back, standing on the bed in Jason’s big sweats to smack you and Kori in the face. 

You share one look with her before the two of you are up and joining in.

Roy attempts to get another one over on Jason, but Jason pulls his sweats down and tackles him to the mattress before he can. Roy wrestles with him, attempting to dodge the pillow Jason brings down upon him, but it’s in vain.

You take a different approach. You’re on your knees, giggling with Kori. You lightly take hits at each other back and forth like it’s soft porn as feathers empty out of it and litter into the air. You manage to keep it sexy until you accidentally get one good smack on her. 

Suddenly it’s not so sexy.

Kori’s on your ass in an instant, decking you in the face with a new pillow, sending a new plume of feathers into the already filled air. You double over in laughter, holding up your hands in surrender but she doesn’t concede. Instead, she holds you down as Roy straddles you to finish you off in her honor.

Jason comes valiantly to your rescue. He’s able to get Roy off of you, but when it comes to Kori, he’s fucked. She decks him with two pillows to the face with a super strength you’re convinced she holds.

The pillow fight only lasts so long before is devolves into a make out pile. You kiss anyone and everyone you can get your hands on, writhing against their familiar bodies in the massacre of feathers that now coat the duvet. You and Kori eventually tire and shoo the men off the bed to swipe the excess feathers to the floor. 

With a clean bed and feathered hair, Kori grabs Roy bridal style. She deposits him into bed before joining him under the covers. Jason lifts you in the same way, tucking you into bed next to them with a dopey smile. You end up cuddling in between Jason and Roy with Kori splayed partially over you and the other redhead.

With all of them by your side, you now realize your first observation of this town had been incorrect. Yes, it’s true that, on the surface, the desert lacked life, the caring people you’ve surrounded yourself with definitely do not. No, they make it beautiful, magical even.

Though at first, all you could see was red dust, Kori, Roy and Jason have since shown you the sturdy roots and budding flora that scatter across the horizon. It’s something you may have glanced over in the beginning, but now it’s all you can see. 

It’s different, sometimes dizzying how different your life has become since meeting them, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world. No, you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

A/N: really sad this one is finally coming to an end! this was the third fic i'd ever written for the fandom and now i'm sitting at 6!

let me know your thoughts or if you'd like to see any dialoge or scenes for this universe! i'd love to make oneshots for it

[end] || ao3 ||  pinned || my ko-fi / tip jar

[exeggcute]

Can you please tell me what story points are I hear about them from tech dudes they sound so scary

oh yes lmao. let me answer this publicly so everyone can learn...

in software development there's a work allocation philosophy called agile that everyone either does or tries to do. some people just "do" agile and some people will tell you that agile is a vibe and you can only "do" subsets of it like scrum or kanban or whatever. many people use these terms interchangably and many places end up doing an unholy patchwork of various agile frameworks and hoping for the best.

(or they don't actually do agile at all but adopt agile tools and terminology anyway because that's the shit everyone knows how to use. Big Atlassian has us in their grip...)

in (some) agile work planning, each team divides their session into sprints, which is a fixed length of time for which you pre-determine what you'll be working on and any new tasks won't get picked up or really even looked at until the next sprints. from what I've seen these are usually two-ish weeks but can definitely be more or less. at the end of your sprint, you'll ideally be done with all of the work you were assigned and then get new things to work on for the next sprint.

each unit of work is broken into a story, which is supposed to be a whole anthropomorphized "user story" and not just a unit of work but I've never worked somewhere that adhered to this. sometimes people call them a ticket or an issue instead. it kinda depends on the tool you're using. right now we use a not-jira tool that calls them stories, so to us they're stories! but they're basically just bite-sized work assignments.

each story gets an estimate of how much effort you think it'll take to complete it. (not time, just effort. these are supposed to be different but no one has ever explained how in a way that's satisfied me.) those are your story points. so when you do your sprint planning every <x> weeks, you or your boss or your scrum master or whoever allocates work based on the point total of your stories. let's say that you're usually trying to hit 30-ish story points or so; you might pull in a 13, an 8, a 5, and four 1s for that sprint based on which stories are outstanding. but the next sprint might be two 8s, a 5, three 3s, and a 2.

also I love (and am mystified by??) how these tech dudes are apparently just coming to you to complain about their sprint planning all the time. but I understand. it's rough out here.

[n3ptoonz]

'Half Past Five'

Pairing: Nanami Kento/F!Reader

Fandom: Jujustu Kaisen

Warnings/tags: Smut!! Explicit, creampie, dirty talk, face fcking, office setting/romance/sex, hair pulling, swearing, reader wears a skirt and heels, there aren't pronouns but reader is implied to be female, not proofread

word count: 1.6k

explicit content under the cut

There's nothing more that Nanami despises in this world than overtime. Ever since you replaced him in the leading position for a popular global marketing company, it's like you've been on a power trip ever since.

He missed the deadline to one assignment for numbers and products. One. And he gets demoted, resulting in him being your assistant. A few weeks ago, it was the other way around. Though, it annoyed the hell out of you since you were often talked over in meetings, despite not even being a quiet person. You were confident and pretty outspoken. But hey, why not just listen to the men? Why not just listen to the men who have been here half as long as you, and half the experience?

'Fuck-'

"You think everything is about you!"

'Was that so hard?'

"Then why am I the only one here who gets assigned work that cannot get finished before 5 o'clock?"

'I asked you a question.'

Were you doing it on purpose? The world may never know. It wasn't all about him, per se, but he did have an issue keeping to himself no matter who it was. You two were more than just coworkers, but not super close, you know? So, why would he feel obligated to speak up for you when you were his assistant?

I mean, come on. Look at him. Tall, blonde, sleeper built Nanami fucking Kento. It drove you nuts when you stood next to him while he presented in meetings. Seeing the way his muscles flexed in that damn blue dress shirt. The dominance that oozed from his being whenever he answered questions without hesitation. The few compliments he gave you that replayed in your head like a broken record.

It wasn't fair. Truly. All it took was one fuck up on his end to replace him and have the tables turned.

But how much did that really mean if...

"You're humping my leg like a dog? Hm? You like it when I pull your hair and make you beg? I thought you were in charge?"

You are in charge...

You were in charge...

Let's look at the facts. You're great at what you do. You have the qualifications of a leader and someone who understands what the hell those numbers and lines mean on the computer.

"Please.."

You thought you were in charge? You give a bunch of work to the only man you know who hates overtime with his entire being. The only man you know you'd let fuck you on your new desk. The only man you know silently gets off to the fact that his own superior is writhing in his lap after being fed up with the stupid amount of work you gave him.

And the funny thing is, he got it all done. Everything was on time. So, why are we here?

It's half past five. You needed him to swing by for a bi-weekly progress report on work performance and running the numbers to make sure they match the sales in the past month.

"You're lying." he said, standing three feet from your desk, and his tone stern, but you swear you could hear a faint smirk somewhere in there.

"And why would I be lying about that? You're supposed to run the numbers by whoever is in charge of this department every two weeks. Did you forget?"

The attitude in your voice almost made him laugh. This stoic, straightforward man who rarely speaks, laugh.

"What's that folder on your desk?" he asked, pointing to the folder that indeed had all the numbers and performance reports. Complete and ready to filed.

He caught you.

God damn it, he fucking caught you. Tell us, why did you call him in here after work hours? To chew him out? To waste his time? To tell him-

"You were right! God damn it, Kento-"

It's like it was all a blur. You stood up to get in his face and tell him off, he just stared at you and said nothing, you get even more pissed. Not even paying attention to how close he got, even pulling you towards him from the small of your back and nodding slowly. Listening to every gripe you had about him.

You couldn't stand how he didn't acknowledge you when it mattered sometimes. You couldn't stand that it felt like you were dismissed by your peers, and he was too in his own world.

That's just how he was. He clocks in, clocks out, and goes home. A simple pattern for a simple man. He didn't think it would affect you this much. He always assumed because you were someone who spoke up for yourself, he didn't need to step in like a white knight.

So he listened attentively, took in your concerns and let you have your moment.

How the hell did we get here?

He shut you up with a kiss. It was a simple, short kiss. Quickly turning into a heated make out session laced with the past's intense emotions and feelings rising the surface. Next thing you know, both blazers are tossed onto the ground, your heels kicked off, and the pure sound of heavy breathing, muffled grunting, groaning and moaning.

You didn't call him in here about work. You called him in to-

"-fuck you on your desk? What would your boss think?" he said, crouched down since you were on your knees by this point. The grip he had on your hair still was making your brain turn smooth.

All you could do was whimper as he stood back up, your back facing the desk's drawers for balance. He directed your face towards his clothed crotch area, his belt still snug and buckled.

"Undo it." he demanded. The slight drool from your lip reflecting off the soft luminescent lights overhead the desk made his dick twitch in his pants.

Your wrists were tied together with his tie, but you think since you can still use your fingers, it shouldn't be an issue. Raising your bound wrists up towards him drew a solid few tsks from his mouth.

"With these." he purred, running his thumb over your bottom lip, exposing your teeth. He wants you to undo his belt with your teeth.

Your eyebrows raised slightly in surprise, who knew such a quiet and stoic man like Nanami Kento could be so dirty?

You did. Well, you're about to.

You did exactly as he told, adding some fake innocence to your eyes as you looked up at him, causing a low growl to rumble in his throat. You took your sweet time, successfully getting the hook from the hole that held it all together.

"Very good. Now, use your hands."

You did exactly that, unzipping his pants and pulling him free of his confines. By the gods, the horse is here!

He chuckled at the genuine surprise on your face. The man was packing a hefty seven and a half, thick and curved (to the left) clean shaven dick. It almost concerned you how the fuck it would fit inside of you.

"Open."

As if your lips weren't already parted the moment his third leg looked you in the face. The second- no, millisecond he felt the warmth of your mouth, he could die right here right now the happiest man alive. You felt so fucking good, it almost felt unnecessary to move. This was perfection; heaven.

Unbeknownst to himself, he was already fucking your face. Beads of tears at the corner of your eyes formed from the growing force from using your mouth like a fleshlight. The rest of your body ached so good in anticipation, subtly moving with your head as he kept it relatively still as he thrusted harshly, chasing a high he'd rather complete with you. Or in you, rather.

"Fuck- Stand up." He said breathlessly, shakily pulling out as you struggled to stand quickly. In which this didn't matter too much since you immediately sat on the open part of your desk as he pushed your skirt up with fervor and determination.

As you laid on your back he peered his head through your arms since your wrist were still bound, so he looked you right in the eyes and gripped one of your soft thighs as he penetrated you. You could feel him twitch inside you right after you let out one of the loudest moans he ever heard. He never knew your moans and sighs would be so- fucking-

"-pretty. You know that? You're so pretty when you pull me closer so I can fuck you harder. You like the idea of getting fucked by your former superior. It all makes sense now."

All you could do was whimper in response. Words weren't an option. You both were just about ready to blow already. The coil in the pit of your stomach was quickly unraveling, and the tears in your eyes from the immense pleasure received.

"Nanami, m'gonna...I'm gonna-"

"Do it. Cum for me."

You did exactly that. Your body bucked and trembled as your orgasm hit you in waves. Nanami came right after, shooting his warm seed inside of you, not daring to let it drip as he kept you stuffed and full like a good dinner.

He slowly pulled out, softly smiling at the sight of you holding in his cum so well, almost effortlessly as some got out. But it's okay, he still did what he's wanted to do since you became his assistant.

He untied your wrists and helped you up, using a disposable handkerchief to clean you and that part of the desk up before fixing your clothes. He stuffed himself back into his pants, leaning down to give you a kiss on your temple.

"Working overtime wasn't so bad."

[wttcsms]

🧸 wttcsms works in progress;

last updated feb. 12, 2024

i'm trying to be more mindful of the projects i tackle while also ensuring that i stay on top on requests from you guys!! i know i don't really reply to my asks or give indication that i've received them, but that's because i just like having a record of your request/if it's a compliment, i hold it very close to my heart and want to always have it on hand haha!! the plan is to knock out everything on the list, but this is just so y'all have an idea of what i'm working on + how things are looking :)

⸺ personal projects ✧ daylight (part three), colt grice -> est. 50-60k (it's a big chapter LMAO) -> current status: 10k written

⸺ followers' choice ✧ balancing act (part one), satoru gojo -> est. 15k (it's no daylight chapter & i know your attention span is lacking) -> current status: 4k written

⸺ sleepover event ✧ knockout, armin arlert -> est. 5k (these were supposed to be drabbles 😭) -> current status: completed outline -> general premise: underground fighter!au ft. undercover detective!armin who has to participate in an infamous fighting ring in order to get close to the lead crime family running this operation. his assignment is to get sufficient evidence leading to the family's downfall, and you happen to be the easiest target to get close to: the daughter of the crime boss. [based off the selected trope of 'i bet on losing dogs' reader x the losing dog (armin)"] ✧ untitled, hajime iwaizumi -> est. 2k -> current status: planning/currently outlining -> general premise: it's gonna be giving romcom, it's cute and fluffy [based off the selected trope of wrong number, right person] ✧ when he sees me (i like him and he knows it), satoru gojo -> est. 6k -> current status: completed outline -> general premise: 5 times gojo crashes your date + the 1 time he gets to take you out [based off the selected trope of being disgusted about realizing your crush on him] ✧ no more keepin' score (now i just keep you warm), kiyoomi sakusa -> est. 5k -> current status: currently outlining/1k written -> general premise: 5 times you just miss each other + the 1 time you finally formally meet ✧ conversations in the dark, simon "ghost" riley -> est. 2k -> current status: completed outline -> general premise: reader is working as an intel officer for simon; simon doesn't know that this means he can expect 2 am phone calls from you *NOTE THAT IF YOU PARTICIPATED IN THIS EVENT AND DO NOT SEE YOUR REQUEST, I AM STILL GOING THROUGH THEM AND ADDING THEM TO THE LIST!

⸺ second couple syndrome event ✧ untitled, hiromi higuruma -> est. 4k -> current status: planning/currently outlining -> general premise: based off the prompt of the hot, rich older man x the spoiled heiress who's not so easy to impress or get *NOTE THAT IF YOU PARTICIPATED IN THIS EVENT AND DO NOT SEE YOUR REQUEST, I AM STILL GOING THROUGH THEM AND ADDING THEM TO THE LIST!

⸺ general requests ✧ untitled, atsumu miya -> anon asked for pregnant!reader x atsumu fluff drabble

[observeowl]

Natasha Romanoff

Last updated on 1 Jan 2024

Series

Right By Your side

Her Assistant

Unwanted Marriage

One shot - Latest one on top

Sleepwalking - You started sleepwalking again when Natasha went missing

Ghost Dates - Someone has been sabotaging R dates

Scared - There's something that prevents R from approaching love life like a normal person

Moonlight - After being injected with a serum, R have a unique allergy that prevents her from going out at night

You're not supposed to know - R has a secret relationship with her boss that no one knows

Not Kicking - R gets a little scare during her pregnancy and Natasha is there to calm her down

To say goodbye - Natasha get a call that R was in a serious accident abroad and she immediately packs up to leave but was stopped by a mutual friend with gifted powers

Mini-boss - Natasha makes sure no one bullies her baby

Fever - Natasha woke up to find R sick

Distraction - Too many people are competing for the attention of Natasha and you're just not able to compete with it even though you were supposed to be given the priority. After giving her chance time and time again, R just couldn't take it anymore Distraction Part 2 - After leaving Natasha 3 years ago, Fury calls R back and R agrees under a special condition

Sorry Mama - Due to R being sick, Natasha was removed from the mission and spends the day taking care of her

Next Chance - 5 years after Natasha's pregnancy, they talk about having a second kid and potentially R carrying

A Chance - Natasha and R talks about having kids and their journey

Seeing Red - R found Natasha in with Steve against her will Seeing Red part 2 - Natasha ends up getting pregnant with Steve's baby and has to make a decision if she wants to keep it or not

Mama Sick - Natasha woke up sick. Wanda and R tries to help make Natasha feels better

How am I going to trust - After a celebration and lots of drinking, Steve and Nat did something that they both regretted. Is R able to live with that fact if she continues to be Natasha's fiance?

After a night's sleep - R has a unique disorder that she hides from everyone until she got hurt in one of the mission. How long is she able to hide her secret for?

Miscarriage - Natasha wasn't there when R needed her at the most desperate times Miscarriage part 2 - Natasha tries to make amends for her mistake but will R accept her again?

That's... mom? - An offhand comment made Loki change Natasha into a toddler. Take a ride to see how R takes care of Natasha for a few days until the magic wears off

Avalanche - R, Steve and Natasha faces an avalanche during of their mission. In order to save the village, R risk herself and ends up buried in the snow

Fading - R has cancer

Admit it - R has to take certain measures to make sure Natasha admits she is sick and takes her medicine

This is as far as I would go - R refuse to take actions on her feelings about Natasha and Natasha has to take things into her own hands when she realises

Falling asleep - Can you always count on Natasha to prevent you from sleeping during meetings?

Cake - Natasha found a new hobby during COVID-19. But, she still has lots of room for improvement and R couldn't bear to break her heart

Helping Hands - R likes to help whenever she could and Natasha loves her for it

Nerf Gun - R and Natasha gets into a friendly shoot out with their nerf guns at home Nerf Gun part 2 - R past caught up with her and she was forced to kill Natasha. But, she still has a last trick in her sleeves to save her loved one. Natasha didn't know that the mission she was assigned to was related to R

Unrequited - Natasha is oblivious to the crush that R has on her and Clint loves to tease R for it. R willing to do anything for Natasha Unrequited part 2 - R tries to hide from Natasha to control her feelings but it didn't work

Do you want another winter soldier? - R is stuck in a freezer during a mission and Natasha tries to free her before it is too late

Needle - R is afraid of needles and it was time for the yearly checkup for the Avengers. Things took a serious turn when Natasha dragged you to the medbay

Temperature - R hides a disorder from Natasha and she finds out in a mission together

Nobody - R abusive family background haunts her at night and Natasha comes to calm her down

Last Name - After having a fallout with your father, you went to legally change your last name

Birthday Week - Why R is always missing during at the same time?

Different Facade - R has different faces at different times

Prosopagnosia - R has a disorder and the cute moment between R and Natasha

Sick once a year - R is sick

Learning emotions from pictures - R hides that she doesn't know what emotions are and Natasha helps her

That's not how you do it - R comes back from a mission and shows Natasha her trick in interrogating

[blimbosworlddd]

Nirvana: A Rock Lee Fic (Chapter 5)

Summary: Your dating life is terrible. Your friends’ marriage is fantastic. Your career as a medic is doing great, though. But you aren’t happy. However, after one quick trip to the Mighty Rock Dojo, you stumble upon the most magnificent man you’ve ever met- the taijutsu master- Rock Lee.

Notes: slow burn fic, afab/fem/black reader.

Warnings: Mentions of sex, (light) descriptions of blood and violence, usage of the N word, mentions of drug use. The reader and Lee are in their 20s but virtually any age group that is 18 and up can enjoy this story. Again 18+, minors do not interact… pls.

Word count: 7.5k

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

9 YEARS AGO

Even though you completed assignments in the study hall since you hated doing it at home, school always found a way to leak itself into your private life- especially during your senior year of high school. At least your boyfriend, Shikamaru, sat beside you in the library, a toothpick dangling from his mouth as he tilted back in his seat. You never understood why he was so content with just sitting there silently while you studied.

“Cause it’s funny seeing you tryna use your pea brain.”

He stared straight ahead when he said it, but after he side-eyed your bottom lip curling into a little pout, that shit-eating grin of his appeared.

“Shut up, pineapple!” You whisper-shouted. “Everyone can’t get perfect grades without putting in the work like you.”

Shikamaru scoffed at your complaint, even though complaining is one of his favorite things to do. But he’s only teasing: you’re the smartest person he’s ever met, besides his late father of course.

He remembered the times when you’d read anatomy books for hours, just to get to his place and talk his ear off about all the new body parts you learned and what you’d do if they were hypothetically harmed in any way. If he had cut or bruised himself around you, you would sit him down, explain to him what area he injured (even if he already knew), and how you’re gonna treat it while tending to the wound. Any injury that’s beyond your capabilities, you’d stick around to support him. You just loved taking care of him, and sometimes he genuinely believed that he was your first patient.

He remembered you holding his hand at the funeral at the end of middle school, while both of you stared down at his father’s open casket. You imagined Shikamaru in that casket and never really left his side after that, though not to suggest you ever had before. And it didn’t take long for Shika to notice your strengthened devotion, the stars in your eyes whenever you looked at him, the hitch of your breath when you’d tell him a truth about yourself that you didn’t like. He appreciated the sentiment at least… It’s just that death peeled off a new layer of meaning for your relationship. A layer so deep that you never stopped to wonder how many layers your companion had already uncovered himself.

“It’s ok if you need help, y/n. That’s what boyfriends are for.” Shika slipped his hands from his pockets and slowly leaned towards you until his face was inches away from yours. He was so close, you could feel his breath hit your mouth. “But don’t act like you prefer me being somewhere else right now.”

And it’s even harder to wonder about such layers when his sharp, sleepy eyes bored into yours. That lazy smile hinted at mischief and passion. The nonchalant cadence of his voice that made all of your problems seem easily solvable, and your worries erasable. He knew just how to crumble whatever sorry remains of a front you had put up.

“Fine…” you murmured, unable to look away. “Th-there’s this one problem I’m stuck on.”

You flipped a couple of pages in your textbook, ignoring the way Shika scooted his chair closer to yours until you could smell his expensive cologne..

How am I supposed to focus like this??? You thought.

“This one?” Your partner mumbled, pointing at the problem you drew a question mark beside. You nodded meekly, watching him slide the book closer in his direction.

In less than thirty seconds, Shika read the question and asked you what you’re confused with. Right after you confessed, he made sure you understood your erroneous thought process towards said question and reframed it in a way where you comprehended why the new answer is correct, and why your previous one was not. He did this with pretty much everything he approached. Most of the time it’s helpful, other times it’s… telling.

He tested you on the next question, to which you answered correctly after being given some time to brainstorm. The young man rewarded your round cheek with a wet kiss, warning you not to wipe it off even though he knew you wouldn't dare.

“Now, ace this next problem so we can get some grub. School lunch always sucks.”

You considered his offer as if you never blindly agreed to them many times before.

“Okay!” you chirped.

He helped put your studies away and carried some of your bags to ease the asphyxiating weight of school. You both walked through the campus doors on the way to your favorite cafe.

FIRST YEAR OF COLLEGE

Your legs entangled with Shika’s in his sheet-clad queen-sized mattress. You used his shoulder to cushion the side of your head with a draped arm over his bare chest. You buried your face in his neck to avoid the sun rays that painted the russet canvas of your skin. Shika’s got an arm hooked on your waist, while his other hand absentmindedly caressed you anywhere he could. A joint was planted between his dried lips, while gently exhaling a cloud of cannabis through his nose. You never minded the smell when he smoked, you both would often share his weed that he never failed to remind you was his if you ever gave him attitude.

Shika wordlessly passed you the weed when he was halfway done, signaling that you could finish the rest of it. He remembered cackling at you during summer camp a few years back because you choked and hacked after smoking your first blunt. He loved how imperfect you were, loved your tendency to let your innocent curiosity lead the way while adorably trying to be everything society expected of you. He loved how you looked to him to taste the raw experiences of life, while never realizing that you were life itself. He lived vicariously and shamelessly through the endless aspects of your wonder, you couldn’t bore him if you did absolutely nothing.

So you accepted his joint with a meek ‘thank you’ and took a deep drag. Shika’s eyes were already red, but you always found that hot. He fucked differently when he got high too; he’d lazily guide your hips as you bounced on his cock till you both came, rather than coax your body into submission with orgasm after orgasm beneath him like he usually did. It’s a Saturday morning, you had barely passed your current quarter of classes with a renewed yet ceasely rigorous schedule as a nurse’s assistant. Shikamaru had just finished an unholy 60-Hour Broker Licensing course. So it’s an understatement when one says y’all hadn’t hung out much in the past few weeks.

“You need a new bed,” you sigh, snuggling closer to your boyfriend so you could hook a leg over his pelvis.

“I need my own house,” he slurred sleepily, idly patting your thigh that sat on his lower stomach. “This whole fuckin dorm’s a drag.”

He was right: not only was the bed too small, the wall paint peeled everywhere and there’s no heating system. On top of that he had to pay to stay in the residency. He’d go to your place more often if you weren’t living with your parents at the time. But, he had to make due with what he signed up for and what he didn’t. That’s another thing you loved about Shika. No matter how much he moaned and groaned, he always got the job done.

You playfully tapped on your man’s hard belly, dragging your fingertips along his abs until they stopped at his pecs. You poked and prodded at the smooth skin. Shika slipped the bud from your lips and tossed it on the ashtray beside him.

“I could lay here with you like this forever,” you mumbled enchantedly. “I’ll love you forever.”

You raised your chin to check your boyfriend’s reaction. He’s already staring down at you, and recognized the glaring glow behind your irises. One thing he knew for sure about you, was that when you’re fascinated by something beyond reasoning, you have this look on your face; plump lips slightly parted with a mindless grin, raised brows, shallow breathing and motionless eyes that wait for the object of its irrepressible fixation to fill the void behind them. It’s comparable to a thousand-yard stare, and it’s the same look you gave to Shika.

He smirked hopelessly. “Even on a shitty bed?”

A chortle escaped you, and his chest rumbled with gentle laughter beneath the palm of your hand.

“Baby, I’d lay with you on the cold pavement if I had to.”

“Bullshit,” he spat playfully.

You laughed at his remark but it wasn’t a joke. Although you never admitted that to him.

SECOND YEAR OF COLLEGE

Everything was fine. Your career was fine. Your grades met the requirements to keep you on the right track for receiving your bachelors in science in a couple years. Your love life with Shika was fantastic. Even though you lived with your parents they never checked on you or asked how you're doing. They only spoke with you out of necessity and were either working a shit ton or just didn’t bother being home. Your love life with Shika was amazing though, and that’s what mattered. You never felt chosen by your parents but that’s fine. Shika chose you and that’s what mattered.

Everything was fine.

THIRD YEAR OF COLLEGE

Shikamaru and Temari met at a lecture. It was her first semester at his school, and she just wanted to make the best of her time there so that ends would meet. The first thing Shika noticed about her was her four spiky ponytails and that resting scowl on her face. She looked like she couldn’t stand a single thing in her vicinity, and he liked that more than he wanted to admit.

She sat beside him since there weren’t many other seats available. Shika side eyed her curiously at the way she unzipped her bag to pull out her academic supplies. She did everything with effortless grace; her handwriting captivated him, the questions she’d ask the professor made him think of sincere answers to them, her voice was smooth yet heavy with determination. Not once did she ever acknowledge Shika and fuck- she smelled good.

Class was about to end in 10 minutes, the least he could do was try and get a conversation in.

“I like your hair.”

Temari paused but refused to look at him, and continued to write. “Thanks.”

Her tone was curt and damn near emotionless, it reminded him of how he would sound while on social auto-pilot.

“Are you really interested in anything they’re saying?”

Temari glanced at the professor before focusing back on her notes.

“Yep.”

Is she really interested in anything I’m saying? He thought.

“I’m Shikamaru, what’s your name?”

“Temari.”

“I’m from Minnesota, where are you from?”

“…Michigan.”

Shika reeled back and paused. His ego’s telling him to not even bother and continue listening to the lecture, but his mind’s telling him to ask more questions. His ego was telling him that worrying about what to say to someone he had just met was irrational, and yet his mind was flashing images of you. What can he do? What should he do?

“…Hmph, I bet you’re a stoner.”

Termari’s eyes widened at his sheer audacity, and finally turned her head to face him.

“What?”

“Yup. You might be an edible girl, don’t seem like the type who’d wanna fuck her lungs.”

The spiky haired girl laughed incredulously at his vulgarity. “And what are you, a crackhead?”

“If I were a crackhead- who actually has money if you’re wondering- then do you really think I’d spend my time talking to you?”

Temari raises a brow. “Then why don’t you?”

Shika chuckles, “Because I like you, and I want us to be friends.”

She couldn’t quite seem to put a finger on why, but Shika was a douchebag that has actually managed to catch her interest. And she hates douchebags because they usually lack the nuance to do so but he’s not even trying hard. He just didn’t care for what came out of his mouth, since he believed in every single word. Not only that but he’s fine. Real handsome; his dark jagged hair, those piercing eyes, his studded ears, and that lip ring, his effortless attitude, and the exquisite hoarseness of his timbre kept pulling her mind into the grasp of his own.

Temari’s face felt strangely hot, and a huge part of her felt truly foolish for entertaining this man. But a bigger part of her felt even more foolish for almost allowing fear to spoil potential fun. So, she took a deep inhale and relaxed her grip on her pencil.

“I smoke sometimes, edibles are too strong. …And I take shrooms.”

A proud grin illuminated Shika’s face. No, he wasn’t completely accurate, but it’s a start. She’s comfortable enough to share a little about herself and that’s all he needed.

-

Their first hangout was at a record store after realizing they both shared a love for music. They showed each other their favorite artists, favorite songs and albums. The two tried so hard not to run their own pockets for the latest releases.

“I don’t have a record player by the way.” Temari minded while carefully shuffling through the colorful vinyls.

“No need,” Shika waved off. “Got one at my place.”

Temari ceased browsing the music, and slowly raised her head to the dark haired man.

“Are you inviting me to your man-cave, Shikamaru?” She sneered.

Shika chucked his fists into his pockets and looked up at the ceiling as if his cheeks weren’t rosy with bravery. “…Only if you’re up for it.”

He peaked a look at her form; her arms folded while trying to limit how big her smirk should be. However, her amusement radiated like heat. She couldn’t seem to believe that she’s genuinely interested in getting to know this poser. But why did she need a reason to hang out with whoever she wanted? He had put in the effort, so why can’t she make the most of it if she pleased?

“I guess I am.” Temari concluded, more to herself in bewilderment.

Shika huffed a scoff of relief, and smiled to himself for making her comfortable enough to want to go home with him. There was so much more he wanted to share with her. Most of all he wanted to see how she’d respond to each experience he was willing to share and how many experiences she would allow.

“Also, I have something for you back at mines.”

The spiky haired woman’s interest has already peaked but her expectations were still low. “So we’re not buying anything from here?”

Shika scratches the back of his head. “I’m not at least. But why spend your money here when you have a free gift waiting for you?”

Temari raised a brow. “You’re not gonna drug me up and kidnap me are you?”

Shika chortled more bitterly this time, but he still knew her suspicious teasing was understandable.

“No, Temari.” he sighs with a roll of his eyes. “And if it eases your mind, I have a surprise for you. That’s why I’m not being specific about it.”

Temari was not a fan of surprises, but he seemed thoughtful enough to give her a present so she might as well grant him a chance, no? Shika watched her shrug her shoulders and raise her hands in defeat. “Lead the way, buddy.”

-

Shika opened the front door for Temari and she nodded her head to him in gratitude. His humble abode was definitely humbling to say the least. But at least he makes his bed before he starts the day and keeps his side of the dorm as clean and presentable as possible. She refused to blame him for the sorry state of this building and respected his ability to make the most of it.

She watched Shika hunch down to sit on his haunches and search through the contents in his wooden shelf..

“You can uhh…have a seat wherever you like.” He grunted softly.

Temari decided to sit on the foot of his bed, and side-eyed the way Shika’s shirt slightly rode up his toned back as he dug deeper through his shit.

“Alright,” he exhaled eagerly before standing on his feet. “Close your eyes f’me.”

Temari's eyes twitched hesitantly before closing them shut. She heard the quiet shuffling of footsteps, which caused a wave of anticipation to wash over the pores of her skin.

“Now open ‘em.”

Before her was a vinyl, but not any ole regular shmegular one. It was her top favorite album from her top favorite band: For The World to See by Death.

Death is not the most well known band by a long shot, but that doesn’t take away their permanent influence on the punk rock scene. And it especially doesn’t take away their permanent influence on Temari’s life as a young adult. Yeah, of course she talked nonstop with Shika about Death and why they deserve more recognition as musicians when they hung out in that record store. But she would’ve never preceded this convenience.

“Wh…where did you..? How-“

“A friend of mine went to their concert and had his vinyl signed by the lead singer. He decided to give it to me for my birthday when he found out I had a record player at home.”

Shika smiled fondly at the awe in Temari’s eyes, and marveled at the way she raised her hands to hold the album only to hesitate when she’s inches away from its grasp.

“But I don’t have a record player.”

“I can always get you one, princess.”

Temari felt a heat pool in her cheeks and ears, as well as other places in her body she wasn’t yet consciously ready to acknowledge. She carefully wrapped her fingers around the smooth and crisp surface of the record, scanning the beautiful artwork and a ragged signature written by Bobby Hackney himself.

Shika never called you princess before.

4TH YEAR OF COLLEGE

It was a new year. You had 16 more classes to take for the next 12 months, a prerequisite for your bachelors in science. And even though the nurse’s state board takes place after your graduation, time has a tricky way of passing you by with the blink of an eye. So you studied and studied. Every day. You took care of patients. Every. Day. It wasn’t particularly healthy, but the hyperactivity distracted you. It distracted you from how unhappy you were: with your parents, how you saw yourself, your career- even if you did everything necessary to become the best nurse that you knew you could be. Plus, if you improved your skill set, who cares if you hadn’t properly slept in weeks? As long as you’d gotten smarter, as long as you helped save lives, you could neglect your own.

And on top of that you hadn’t hung out with your boyfriend in person for months, which was becoming a norm in your relationship. You always made sure to let him know when you were free, yet he always made sure to let you know he was too busy. You don’t talk on a weekly basis anymore, since Shikamaru continually missed your calls. He does text you to make up for it though. But it was fine. As soon as you graduated, you both could finally be together again and make up for lost time. You’re sure he’s waiting too. You’re sure he still missed you. He had to. You’re positive because you felt the same way and because he can’t replace someone that he’s had for so long.

It’s 9:30 pm and your last patient of the night, named Marty, had finally managed to sleep after enduring a 3 hour absence seizure. You sat at the foot of the bed, your eyes were reddened with dryness, your back heavy and strained. But you refused to rest: you needed to check for any recurring symptoms if he gets triggered in his sleep again.

“…ome on… y/n?”

You snap your head to the voice behind you, and it’s the head nurse you’re working under, Ms. Adams. You were so tired you didn’t even hear her walking in.

Ms. Adams frowned at your hunched state. “It’s okay y/n, we have computers monitoring him. You won’t be of any help if you're half-conscious anyway.”

You gulped dryly at her insistence and turned back to give Marty one last look, before nodding in defeat. You slowly pushed yourself from the bed and bid your mentor a good night. Before you could head out, she rested a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Good work today, y/n.” She casts a somber smile your way. “Good work as always, really. You’ll be a great nurse one day. I hope you know that.”

You look down at your beaten up shoes.

“Thanks nurse Adams. G’night.”

-

You were in the locker room shrugging off your nurse uniform until you felt your phone vibrate in your back pocket. Your face beamed brighter than your screen when you saw your boyfriend’s name. Even though you weren’t done getting dressed, you refused to fumble the opportunity of hearing your lover’s voice after such a stressful day.

“Baby? Is that you?”

“Heyy… You busy right now?”

“No-no! Never too busy for you! I actually miss you... So much.”

Shikamaru side eyed his phone before pinching the bridge of his nose.

“…Me too. And uhh…I know we haven’t been talking much for a long while and I’ve been thinking.”

You’ve been thinking too! You thought about all the dates you’re both gonna go on, all the sex you’re gonna have. You thought about all the weed you’re gonna smoke with him and all the stories you’ll tell him about your time spent as a nurse’s assistant. You thought about helping him move out of that shitty dormitory so that y’all can rent an apartment together. You thought about settling down together after you pass your state board with flying colors and Shika passing his exam so that he can finally be a real estate agent. You thought about him buying you both a permanent house after you get married and adopt two cats with a dog and spider. You’ve been thinking of so much too.

“I-I’ve been talking to someone else for the past few or so months. And I’m in love with her… And so I think we should break up.”

…Huh?

…break up?

You wordlessly looked up at the ceiling, watching the painted patterns mold and blur together as you felt your eyes gloss over. You gulped once, twice, one more time for safe measure.

It’s been two minutes since he divulged his confession and you hadn’t said anything. Shika’s knee was jutting up and down and up and down and up and down. Clenching his fist, he took a deep breath.

“Sorry that this was so sud-“

“Where are you.”

“…at home? Why?”

“I’m coming over.”

Shika’s eyes widened in horror at the ominous conviction in your tone. When you talk like that, your mind can't be changed.

“Wait hold on-“

BEEP

-

BANG BANG BANG BANG

Your fist repeatedly hit Shika’s door, and it didn’t stop even after your shoulder started to feel sore.

“I’m coming, I'm coming!” Shika’s voice drowned out in the cacophony you created.

As soon as he opened the door you barged through like a shadow someone would mistake for a demon in their closet. You yanked him by the collar and he winced at your unexpected strength.

“I gave you six years of my life- SIX YEARS!” Your screaming rang through the thin walls of the dormitory like a curse during the witch’s hour. You pushed him back, and kept pushing him until his legs hit the foot of the bed. Shika yelped when he stumbled on his back, and you took that chance to straddle his hips and look him dead in the eyes so you could confirm for yourself if this was what he actually wanted.

But Shika got a good look at you too, and he grimaced softly at the sight: your tear-stained face, the borderline mania in your blood-shot eyes, your knitted brows, your gritted teeth, your heaving breath that gently hit his mouth. You looked like whatever hope you clinged onto had disappeared. And that’s because he snatched it away. And now you were flailing helplessly on the jagged floor of your mind, like a baby who’s candy had been stolen. Like a bug who ended up stuck on its back. Like the tightrope you’d been tirelessly treading on your whole life had snapped again, while Shika watched you fall on the other side after he promised he’d catch you. The other side that was never even in your grasp.

“Been dating behind my back, huh?” Your voice was shaky with adrenaline and vitriol. “For how long.”

“W-We haven’t dated yet we’re just friends… Y/n can we plea-“

“You fuckin’ her?”

The man beneath you scoffed petulantly at the fact that you’d even ask that. But that fuck ass nonchalance of his was not getting past you this time.

“ANSWER ME!” you hollered as you violently shook his body to get it through his head, spit flew from your mouth and hit his face.

You were unrecognizable at this point. Shika needed to meet you halfway, he needed to calm you down somehow. He grunted frustratedly and grabbed your wrists to loosen your iron grip on him, but you wouldn’t budge. He used his other hand to hold the back of your head. Your breath hitched at the way he began to steadily stroke your hair.

“No, pea brain.” He mumbled sincerely. “Of course not.” Your eyes drooped at the pet name he gave you. He hasn’t called you that in ages. “That’s why I contacted you first, before anything escalated.”

Things have already escalated though, and now all he could do was tell you the truth. More tears fell from your eyes when you saw the tenderness in his gaze. No, you thought. It will not end like this.

“Let me fix this Shika,” your voice warbled with a devastating crack. “We can fix this.”

Man am I a shitty person, he thought. And an even shittier boyfriend.

“No we can’t,” he sighed at how your bottom lip quivered desperately. “I just happened to realize it before you did.”

You loathed the way he was looking at you, the way he was handling you. Not because it was a ploy to get back in your good graces, but because you could tell he was being honest. And that made you resent him even more. But all you could do was melt in his embrace when he wrapped his arms around your torso, hugging you tightly as your body wracked with sobs.

“I may not love you like that anymore, but you’ve worked so hard for the both of us. And I’m sorry I made you find out this way.” He whispered gently against your ear, and felt your heartbeat pound against his chest as you wept endlessly.

“You’ll always be my greatest friend. I’m really sorry, y/n.”

You had never cried so hard the way you did that night. The one person who was your other half. The one person who’d known you the best and the longest, belonged to someone else now. And you were too high off the nostalgia of the sweet moments you both shared, because that’s what got you going. It’s what motivated you to work when all you wanted to do was sleep. It drove you to a certain madness that only bloomed from the scarcity of emotional safety. It was all you knew.

And you were fine with knowing only that. As long as he’d stay…

-

After that night, you took a week off from working at the hospital and decided to do your school work virtually for a while. You stayed cooped up in your house for so long that even your parents, of all people, noticed. You didn’t know how you were going to recover from this.

“Just hop on the next dick,” your other close friend, Ayesha, suggested while lighting up a blunt.

She decided to visit you after you called her bawling your eyes out while watching your favorite josei anime, Nana for the nth time. An intervention was wayyy overdue. She cuddled beside you with your favorite snacks splayed on the bed. You almost choked on your coffee at her casual vulgarity, but you understood where she was coming from.

“…it’s not that simple,” you mumbled pitifully.

“Hell no it ain’t, but it’s a start. And fuck that nigga- if he can move on that quickly then so can you.”

A reluctant smile started to creep up your lips. Maybe she was right. There were plenty of people out there who’d treat you so much better than Shika did. You just needed to give yourself a try. Nonetheless, you groaned exasperatedly at the sheer energy that would take and placed your mug on your night stand.

“He’s my first love, tho-“

“And I’ll be good-goddamned if he’s your last... Look at me.”

You continued to look down at your fiddling fingers until you felt a soft hand tilt your chin sideways to face her.

“It’s not fair y/n,” you saw the passionate anger swimming behind Ayesha’s eyes. “You have no idea how much I hate seeing my best friend like this. You’re too kind, smart and beautiful to wallow in this pain.”

Before you knew it, you felt her thumbs wipe away stray tears from your cheeks. She stuffed the blunt in between your lips and crawled off of your bed. You watched her turn on your favorite music playlist and open your closet door right after. You inhaled a nice, deep drag of weed while curiously trying to make sense of your friend shuffling through your clothes.

“What are you doing?” You inquired while blowing smoke through your nose.

“Making sure you dress like a slut. We’re going out.”

POST-GRADUATION

You had just become a nurse: after graduating with a bachelor's degree in science and microbiology, you passed the state board and received your certification. The one thing you slaved away for your entire academic life had finally been bestowed upon you, and the fact that your journey had only just begun never failed to boggle your mind.

Luckily you were mentored by a fine professional, so the trials and obstacles that came with your job weren't as surprising as you anticipated. You were prepared, and that’s one of the things you loved most about your journey. You had finally moved out of your parents’ house and rented an apartment of your own. The unlimited privacy was such a breath of fresh air, albeit lonesome. You felt ashamed for not enjoying the solitude, but a big part of you found it necessary for your growth.

You picked up and dropped many hobbies along the way, downloaded a handful of dating apps. Which was pretty diabolical the way they were rancid with men feening for attention and the next heart to abuse. With the rare chances that you were free on your schedule, you dated here and there. Initially there was a thrill that came with it, meeting unique personalities, discovering what worked and what didn’t. The sex was… sex. Only 1 out of the 8-10 people you dated made you orgasm with penetration only and he was the worst fuck nigga you’d ever come across. It didn’t come close to the heartbreak that drove you to put yourself out there in the first place, but he was the catalyst to starting your inevitable celibacy.

So you deleted the dating apps and focused on you, and swore to yourself that when you do date it would be someone who would earn your trust. You even hung out with Ayesha more often and supported her businesses to help get your mind off of the basic 3 things you worried about on a daily basis.

You hadn’t talked to Shikamaru in 2 years, which was gruesome but needed. Throughout that time you always wondered if he truly missed you. Flashbacks of him would appear the most during dates and there was nothing more annoying than that to endure. At least you started taking therapy. Luckily, you were blessed with a great professional so you decided to make that a norm in your life ever since. The main thing that was so hard to accept about healing was that it got worse first. In every aspect.

One day, you were lounging on your couch while mindlessly scrolling through your social media feed. You were so bored and tired, temporary dopamine hits were the only way you had energy to spend your time. That was until a notification popped up on your screen: the notification being Shikamaru’s name.

First things first, why you never blocked him or deleted his contact was beyond you, rationally speaking. Subconsciously, you just couldn’t let go all the way.

You tossed your phone on the table beside you and sat up, staring into nothingness while attempting to process what you’d just witnessed. Your eye twitched when you heard another faint vibration come from your phone.

Is this man seriously texting me right now?

You closed your eyes and took a minute to prepare yourself for any and all impending doom looming from whatever information he’s relaying to you through those messages. You decided to think no further and snatched your device with a worried grunt, and opened the notifications.

It was an invitation.

An invitation to his engagement party…

Followed up with a text that said: It’d be great if you stopped by so we could catch up.

Your hand squeezed your phone tighter and tighter with every word that you read. Your first impulse was to tell him to fuck all the way off and that you hope his party gets ruined. Your next impulse was to ignore it forever and finally block him. The impulse after that was to play it cool and respectfully decline. And the impulse after that was to… scream in your pillow.

You called Ayesha instead. And after a 2 hour long conversation basically bashing your ex while fighting your crippling anxiety, none of that took away the fact that you missed him. You’ve always missed your friendship with him. It was arguably more fruitful than the romantic affairs you both shared because the feelings were consistently mutual. You didn’t have a sliver of doubt in your mind about it since he never gave you a reason to. He said so himself.

Ayesha did not approve of your decision to attend the party, she believed it’d just be setting you back years of growth. But you believed in yourself for once. You believed you could handle seeing him again.

-

You could not handle seeing him again. It was the evening of the engagement party, and you were still at home glaring yourself down in the mirror. Your hair was in natural twists at the time, a dainty orchid placed on the side of your head. You wore a silky white slip dress, the shiny satin draping over your curves and dark skin magnificently. You stepped in your matching white mid heels and snatched your purse before you changed your mind about this entire situation.

You reread Ayesha’s words of encouragement that she texted to you earlier that day, it was the only thing (besides already paying for your Uber) that kept you from turning right back around and throwing your ass in the bed.

When you made it to the destination, you looked up at the top floor to find that the party took place on a terrace. Once you were granted access, you took the elevator. Every minute that passed for the elevator to rise to the top floor churned your stomach to no avail. Goosebumps ravaged your skin with discomfort.

Why am I doing this to myself? You wondered solemnly. He’s getting married for fuck’s sake.

The sound of sleek metal doors opening snapped you out of your self-pitying trance. You stepped out of the elevator and the scenery was simply marvelous: the decorating lanterns, larger-than-life bouquets, and uniquely shaped furniture gave a fairytale-like feel to the event with its illuminating contrast to the night sky. Everyone followed the dress code, the tableware was exquisitely neat, free-form jazz players performed live on an intimate stage, servers carried fancy food with impeccable care. Pretty fitting for the budget of a successful real-estate agent.

You strolled tentatively into the crowd, for you didn’t really know anybody there besides one person. And there that one person was: socializing with his friends while his pretty bride-to-be latched onto his elbow. They were laughing together. They were happy.

“Fuck this shit,” you mumbled and turned your heel to head to the exit.

As you walked, you mentally beat yourself up, shaming yourself for feeding your ego and falling for nostalgia once again instead of taking Ayesha’s advice. You felt the presence of enthusiastic strangers pass you by, the smell of food wafting through your nose, the suave music thrumming in your ears. You’d enjoy it all if you could.

You raised your finger to press the elevator button, but jolted at the feeling of a warm and heavy hand grasping your shoulder. You swiftly turned your body, jaw slightly dropped at Shikamaru standing right in front of you.

He looked down at you with a hopeful glint in his eyes, a relieved smirk adorned his features. He had a new glow to him: his shoulders were relaxed with great posture, his hair grew longer. He was a bit bulkier and got rid of his lip ring. He looked healthy, rounder with contentment.

“Didn’t think you’d come.” His voice got deeper and raspier too.

A shaky sigh escaped you. “Me neither.”

Shika chuckled tentatively, he should’ve expected that.

“You look nice. Appreciate you for following the dress code.”

You nodded your head wordlessly, and looked down at your painted toes. “Yup.”

Your ex scratched the nape of his neck before sinking his hands into his pockets.

“How’ve you been, y/n?”

You blinked a couple times at his tone. It sounded somber and sincere, which is kind of unusual since he’s used to covering up how he really feels about certain things. At least he bothered to ask.

“As well as I can be… I’m a nurse now.”

“Heh, not surprising. I always knew you’d succeed.”

“I guess I can say the same for you. Is selling houses really as fun as it sounds?”

He grimaced teasingly. “Have you met me?”

You giggled helplessly at his honesty. Shika’s gaze softened at the sound of your laugh, the curve of your smile. You may not have known it, but you were glowing too. In your own y/n way.

“There’s some people I want you to meet. Are you open to it?”

You tapped your chin in faux thought, and revelled in the uneasiness that laced his stare.

“Sure, why not?” You chirped.

An exhale of relief settled the tension in his chest, and he led you to his associates. You met his fellow real estate agents, stock brokers and business owners. They were all nice, a little handsy and you were not used to multiple men flirting with you at once, but they were nice. A waitress served you a glass of champagne, you politely thanked her and let the chilled alcohol stream down your throat.

You were getting a bit overstimulated from interacting with so many people, you appreciated Shika for being by your side but you honestly needed some quiet.

“Hey Shika,” you mumbled.

He leaned closer to block out the extra noise. “Yeah?”

“I’m gonna go chill by the balcony.”

He gave you a look of understanding and nodded conclusively. “Let me know if you need anything.”

You gave him a thumbs up. “Will do.”

The breeze was warm yet crisp, you appreciated the way it blew through your hair and skin. After sitting the glass of champagne on a small table beside you, you folded your arms and sat on a plush chair. You looked up at the black canvas of the sky, involuntarily searching for stars as you managed to drown out the background chatter and unwanted sound. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. Maybe this wasn’t so bad. Maybe you could handle this, and maybe you are happy for Shika. Maybe it won’t hurt as much anymore.

-

Temari saw you chatting with her husband-to-be. You were beautiful. Stunning, even, and she disliked how the spit in her mouth was starting to taste like bile. She decided to fraternize with her own friends for a bit, but the way you both got along so seamlessly, even after a shitty breakup was more telling of your bond than she’d ever be comfortable with admitting. Eventually, she caught you heading towards the edge of the terrace where you sat to indulge in whatever world your mind created. Without thinking, she excused herself from her peers, straightened her back and walked towards you in confident strides.

You perked up at the sound of a chair in front of you sliding against the wooden floor, until your mouth sagged into a subtle frown at the sight of Shikamaru’s fiancée. She took her seat with a curt sigh and folded her hands on her lap. Your eyes had met for the first time that night. Her gaze sharpened with blazing intent, though it wasn’t malicious. Not in the slightest. You looked at her with a sense of peaceful mellowness, almost awestruck. Why you gave her that look, she didn’t know, but it made her feel like she could soften her guard. Just a bit.

“We haven’t properly met. I’m Temari, Shikamaru’s future wife.”

You took a sip of your drink. You wanted to snap back with a witty remark, but you knew that would serve you absolutely nothing. “Yeah, I gathered that.”

She was impressed with the way you maintained eye contact with her, and decided to proceed with this interaction.

“Do you know why I allowed my fiancée to invite you to our party?”

You set your glass down with a burp and slouched against the cushion of your chair. You were gonna need another drink. “Enlighten me.”

Temari unfolded her hands and fiddled with her engagement ring. “A few months ago, I caught him staring at a picture of you and him back in middle school. He’d tell me stories of the childhood memories you both shared with a certain fondness. Would you be happy if I said I was quite envious?”

“Not at all,” you waved off with a hand. “And if I’m being honest, you shouldn’t be.”

The woman before you leaned forward to get a closer look at you. “Enlighten me.”

“Because he was an insufferable child,” you deadpanned.

“Really?”

“Nah, he was chill.”

Temari lifted a brow at your humor and snorted. You lolled your head to the side and rested your chin on an open palm.

“Either way, he loved you enough to choose you as his wife. That’s all that matters now.”

Temari slowly but surely started to understand why Shika befriended you. Even more so why he still wanted you in his life. She mirrored your lax posture and sank into her seat. She wanted to ask questions about your break up but that was none of her concern and she didn’t want to trigger a painful memory.

“You matter too, y’know?”

“Which is exactly why I pondered on why I even came here.”

“Because you’re a supportive friend.”

“Hmph…” you idly held your torso while cradling your empty glass. Temari noticed the somber weight your eyes held and decided to call for a waiter.

Once they came, she ordered 1 glass of wine for herself and one refill for you.

“Would you like anything to eat, y/n?” That was the first time she addressed you by your name.

You gulped and requested your food choice, deciding to make yourself more comfortable. While you both waited for service, you began asking each other questions about yourselves rather than continue talking about your respective histories with the same man. You surprisingly had a lot in common and to Temari’s delight, you were the first person to make her guffaw obnoxiously with teary eyes from your jokes alone. Y’all even exchanged numbers at some point.

Your rowdy conversations were quite the head-turners and felt yourselves getting quite tipsy with liquor. But the genuine enjoyment of each other’s company was much stronger. You didn't notice Shika staring at you both with golf balls for eyes. The two most important women in his life were getting along so well all of a sudden, which was not a predicament he’d ever considered witnessing.

The party began to wrap up, and Shika and Temari offered to give you a ride home since the air was starting to get chilly. You meekly obliged, feeling a bit foreign in the personal space of their car.

You were gonna give Ayesha an earful when you got home.

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[cluelylikesporn]

okay exam update cuz im actually really pissed off.

so im autistic + adhd, and only been diagnosed relatively recently, so i havent really been getting assistance until now. (autism diagnosis last year, adhd 2 years ago.)

my last exam was (still is) this period, and im going home once i finish it. one of my other exams i was sent to special ed (it’s called different things in australia and other schools but i dont wanna get doxxed) and the chick helping me (we’ll call her charlie) told me she couldnt even read the questions out to me… like i legit get more help in my normal exam conditions.

she told me WHILE HAVING A PANIC ATTACK “i think i know why your so upset, because you know you dont listen in class and just sleep and draw on your hand.” cunt, what..?

HOW ARE YOU WORKING WITH NEURODIVERGENT KIDS..?

i literally have spent my whole life wondering why i cant listen in class and hearing “just reread it.” or “your not listening hard enough.” is so fucking tiring. maybe explain it? she refused to help me because i “wasnt approved” to have a helper

the school knows im autistic so why do i have to be approved to get the help i need? like you dont have to make up all these forms and files. you have teachers who can help me literally in the building who could help me but you refuse.

okok i got rlly off topic but tldr on what happened today:

my teacher sent me to the special ed area to do my exam (last time he did they told me to go back) also shout out to my english teacher hes a legend. he gave me my sheet, i took a ritalin, said bye to the people i liked and left. (i used to take ritalin daily but now i jst take it to focus better in exams and shit)

i went to se and saw a couple kids i knew. one i hated and didnt know why he was there, one who has some mental problems so i understood why he was there. hes a sweetie. and some chick i knew who broke her wrist and had to write on a laptop.

so one by one they were assigned a teacher who would sit with them and help them/ read out questions and then the lady said “oh chloe your not supposed to be here, you have to go back to class.”

are you fucking kidding me.

i completely understand its not her or my teachers fault im not meant to be there, but im allowed to be a little frustrated. i asked why i kept getting sent here and why i couldn’t get help.

same shit about documents and boring stuff.

keep in mind i get ndis funding so i thought that would impact my education experience but nope, literally nothing. i also understand there could be things my mum hasnt done and that’s completely ok she has her own life, but also THE SCHOOL KNOWS IM AUTISTIC. that should be enough. its like i only get the help if i start ditching class and become an eshay or some shit like i shouldnt have to become a troubled kid to get help.

so the lady said my only benefit i even got from the school is like 5 minutes extra time. and she told me i could either go back to class or do my exam here( which means i could get no help/ questions read to me.)

ngl this was dumb of me but i said ok bc i didnt want to go back to class after saying bye to everyone😭

so i sat there with one airpod in, a pen that didnt fucking work, the only help i could get was eavesdropping on what the assistant teachers were saying but they were so quiet. i did manage to write some stuff but it was pretty fucking stressful. i couldnt stop thinking about what charlie said (the lady helping me with my maths the week before.)

this may sound super dumb but i saw a crow fly onto a table outside and i felt like it was watching over me. like it was looking right at me. it made me feel a bit better and i got some work done.

it wouldve been fine if those fucking assistant teachers didnt keep giving me pitiful looks like bro. i know im fucked.

anyway i finished my exam (barely) and went to the bathroom to tell my friend ab what happened, caught a bus home and am about to play dbd 😾

sorry for the long post im jst so pissed😭 but ily guys and ill post i swear🙏

song of the day:

[morphofan]

Hyper-Fixation and The Bad Batch

Or, "WTF Is Going On With Morph, Lately?"

Me and The Bad Batch

SO, I first started watching The Bad Batch during the hiatus between S1 and S2. I was big into Boba Fett (thanks to The Mandalorian) and so I found The Bad Batch because Boba was mentioned in one episode. But I didn’t sit down to watch it until my friend, Cyn, told me I HAD to watch it.

So I watched the whole first season, and then had to go back and watch The Bad Batch arc in Season 7 of The Clone Wars. I was hooked. I couldn’t wait for Season 2. I was writing again, inspired again, hyper-fixated.

My sweet cat, my baby, Thomas, died at age 5 in November of 2022. It emotionally destroyed me.

Then my desktop computer had a total hard drive failure. Up until then, I was backing stuff up in a separate folder on my computer, which did f*ckall because the entire hard drive went bad. This was before I learned about backing stuff up on a cloud or OneDrive or whatever.

I lost all my fics, including a half-dozen Bad Batch fics in various states of completion. It was some of the best work I’ve ever written, and it was gone. Poof.

So, there was that sense of lost, and I almost left the fandom from sheer depression. I tried to rewrite the fics, but it wasn’t going to work because I knew I could never replicate what I had written.

Then came “Plan 99.”

I didn’t eat for a week. Not a bite, not a calorie. For seven days. I dropped 16 pounds. At the time of this writing, it’s been nearly 10 months since the finale of S2. The Bad Batch has occupied my mind this entire time. I couldn’t tell you what I did over the last ten months, because it was all just a long blur. I neglected my family, my duties, all the things that a grown ass woman is supposed to focus on.

I still tried to contribute to the fandom, with “Travels With Tech,” fic and video edits, but most of it has been more or less ignored.

A week or so ago, the friend that originally told me about TBB died, very suddenly, of a heart attack at age 45, leaving three kids.

We still haven’t been publicly shown the S3 Bad Batch teaser that was revealed at Star Wars Celebration back in May 2023. There’s been no word of a release date, aside from 2024. It feels now like the creators are mocking us by dropping little comments on TwiX about S3, but not actually giving us anything.

And I’ve realized now, that I’ve built up S3 in my head so much, and imagined so many scenarios I want to see, that I am destined to be disappointed when it does finally air. No matter how amazing S3 is, it cannot live up to the standards I’ve assigned it in my mind.

I did the same thing with S3 of The Mandalorian. I kept thinking, if I could just hold on until S3 of Mando, everything would be good again. But when it came, I was disappointed. And I know the same thing is going to happen with The Bad Batch.

Hyper-fixations always follow the same pattern. I get obsessed with something, and then, quite suddenly, it passes over and I become ambivalent to it. It’s happened with every fandom I’ve been with. Something that, for a time, I thought I could not live without becomes ho-hum. I don’t ever want it to happen, but it always does.

And now I have the guilt of wasting the last two years of my life on yet another hyper-fixation, only to lose interest in it just as suddenly as it started.

S3 of TBB is NOT going to make everything right again. It might provide some happiness for a few months, but then it will end and that will be it.

So anyway… sorry.

END

[jinx-blackout-84]

My highschool quote book:

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"Violence is never the answer.... unless it is" (said with a mischievous look)

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"I won't give you a 100 on assignment you didn't do"

"Not even for my birthday?"

".....it's not your birthday"

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"I'm going to lick your shoulder" -girl 1

"DO NOT LICK MY SHOULDER" -girl 2

"Then cover it up, whore." -girl 1

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"Here's the thing, if someone licks your shoulder because you don't have it covered, that's on you," - math teacher

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"Okay but the submissionn didn't work and the document got deleted. I did the assignment, I swear!"

"What was the passage you had to read with the questions about, then?"

".....I prefer not to answer"

"Yeah. Sit down."

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"You guys are great. Not because youre a good class, I hate this class, but because you all turned in your presentations, and I didn't expect any of you to do it." -English teacher

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"Hey so the presentation was supposed to be between 3-5 minutes. Yours was 23 seconds." -English teacher

".......well you can't say I wasn't efficient!"

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"Are those drugs or tictacs? If theyre adderall I want one"

"Tictacs."

(At least 6 dissapointed sighs)

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(For refrence they are both straight guys)

"Stop using my phone to take pictures of guy 1, I don't even know him." -Me

"But he's so hottttt....." -guy 2

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"Can I touch your nipples?" -guy 2

"Not in public, babe" -guy 1

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"So I was walking past the makeout hallway"

Guy 2, excitedly, "THERES A MAKEOUT HALLWAY??? TEACHER ME AND GUY 1 NEED TO GO ON A BATHROOM BREAK"

"You need to not fail my class. Do your notes."

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"Guy 2, can you stay over tonight?" -guy 1

"OoOoH do you want to kiss me????"-Guy 2

"No I want to play video games." - guy 1

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"So basically we are making a petition so me and guy 5 can be cheerleaders" -guy 4

"so I'll see you in a skirt?" -guy 6

"yes." -guy 4

"Can I sign this more than once?" -guy 6

(They did not get to be cheerleaders)

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"Okay, so you know the the college fair is today-" -math teacher

(Girl raises hand)

"Can I sleep on the floor instead of attending?" -girl 3

"Are you referring to actual college or just the college fair?" -math teacher

"Both. You never answered my question" -girl 3

"You may not sleep through the college fair." -math teacher

"This is why the school system is failing." -girl 3

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"Penis exploding machine"

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"Project emo"

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"Is it a vape?" -English teacher

"...Its a highlighter" -4 people say at once (it was a pink highlighter)

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"Google search how to kill your entire family?"

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"I feel like the second someone becomes famous they are immediately imbued with the urge to touch children" -Me

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"I wouldn't kill you guys, that's too much work." -English teacher

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"Am I watching a drug deal happen right now? What is happening?" -English teacher

"No I just give him money because he's my friend"

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"Pov: the girlies go on a road trip to cannibalize politicians" - Me

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"I wasnt looking at your boobs because they're sexy, im staring at them because I'm a fucking idiot" - Me

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"As a proud part of the gay." - Me

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"Everybody's parents die at some point, you dont have to be so sad about it" -Me

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"Are you having a boy or an abortion?"

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"I wont make you touch Jeremy's vagina, Guy 7, you don't like those" -Me

(Jeremy is an airpod case. His vagina is the charging port. Guy 7 is gay)

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"Save that for your discord boy" - Me

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"if your nipples are purple, you're not a virgin" - Me

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"I do not condone racism" -Guy 7

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"I encourage realistic thinking, not positive, but realistic" - English teacher

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"School is about doing things you don't like" -English teacher

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"shit down" -English teacher

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"Karate in the English room is a no" -Me

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"He dance battled too hard, the cops went after him" -Guy 7

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"I think, had he not insisted upon gyrating at people, the cops may not have been involved" -Me

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"Note to self: the cops do not appreciate being thrust at or run from" -Me

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"you cant have too many grandpas, don't get greedy, guy 7" -Me

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"I hate this ruler..."(Darkly) "I have to snap it in half"