#this is bound to change she's very much a uhhh

[eridias]

i was thinking abt ysera's backstory (while eating soup btw) bc i do need to come up with one that's more fleshed out. & i think her and lilith sparred quite often, i think there were rogues on the outskirts of her temple where she would often sneak off to practice with the aid of lilith who'd been born into that lifestyle (also, i figure there were definitely people within the temple that had some humanity to them, before being embraced by the cult completely--- and the ones that weren't so easily taken? the ones that were able to see through, tried to protect ysera regardless? were sacrificed, mind corrupted by her hand regardless of what she wanted because their God required it)

it lends some cadence to her abilities, and if we assume that she DOESN'T immediately seek out the senobium after massacring the temple, say, it takes her a year or a few; living in what few civilizations were left, it would make sense why she's the way she is yk. so hardened & cold, not once hesitating to pull her sword out, the detachment & restraint, why she leans so well into mercenary jobs. but also, why despite it all, despite hardened bones, she is softer than she should be--- bc like w/ all my muses, there's a pendulum, and she holds onto who she is bc if becoming a God means sacrificing innocents / the complete unrepentant loss of humanity? she dont want it

i was just thinking this song fits her very well

BONUS. bad end ysera merging w her god (she can now pull a sword out of her boobs so is it really a bad end)

#ysera / tbt. #hmmmmmm thinking thonks #this is bound to change she's very much a uhhh #blank slate OC #its only been recently ive been thinking more abt her bg & character #at least in TS #sooooooOOOOOOOOOOooooo #her paralleling w/ keiko who gave up who she was #AS I SAID THE PENDULUM SWINGS

[vigilbutts]

uhhh i saw people doing these so why not. anyways.

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Kalla is great for cuddling with and she can even become a furnace if you're feeling cold. A very fluffy snuggly furnace. She loves picking people up and fighting or wrestling with people... and holding people... Very hands-on gal. Get manhandled, nerd (but only if you're down for that). Just... don't let her cook anything. It will be both burnt and undercooked at the same time. There is also a chance she won't know it's a romantic date instead of a platonic date, because she is kinda dense. Lastly, don't mind the flames, they won't hurt you.

Luis gets a bit awkward on dates or when talking with new people because he is a bit of a workaholic and does not socialize all that much. He hates dressing up and doesn't care too much for overly fancy settings, so this WILL be a "casual" date...with lovely food they've cooked just for you (and if you like eating fish, he will catch them himself! for you!). It is an expensive restaurant high quality meal, without the expensive restaurant. They will also fall asleep during cuddles (he loves naps... and is afflicted with permanent sleepy bitch disease). May potentially show you his knife collection.

Aster is a big fan of making things go boom, so, naturally, that will be included in any date she goes on. But hey, you get a personalized fireworks show in the middle of nowhere (the only place she's allowed to make boom happen 😔). Also, she might even give you a piece of shrapnel she thought was cool. Or a rock. Or a piece of dragonbrand if yall really hit it off (yes, it would be a piece of her brand, chipped right off her hair branches). She doesn't really get what dates are beyond 'romantic stuff' and her love language is explosions and whatever cool thing she just found.

Senna will bring honey as a little date treat to share. She doesn't talk much and is very quiet when she does speak, as she prefers to Observe and listen. If you like to talk a lot, she will let you do it! Also, bonus points if you ask her about her interest in bees, she will hit you with the bee hyperfixation beam. Also, yes, the honey she brings is from her bee friends, and she will tell you all about the bees' favorite flowers.

The Ladies is your regular everyday overpowered sentient magical anomaly (mesmer flavored). She is very chaotic by nature of being a bundle of sentient magic, but she means well. Also they will be wearing a different outfit every time you look away. Because fuck you, magic wardrobe change. Also, she should not be the one organizing or planning the date, absolutely do NOT let her have that responsibility. She doesn't even know what a date is supposed to be like 😭. Also when you date The Ladies, you are also dating their clones. Because the clones are them, they are the clones. It's fine, dating her is like having 50 partners but they're all the same person.

Mesmer!Luis is less shy and awkward than his canon counterpart when it comes to dating, but is also slightly less of a romantic. He also doesn't have quite the same hangups around dressing up (but he will be very unhappy if he can't "dress" a little slutty with his illusions) and fancier settings! He will only cook you a little dessert treat and not a whole meal, but will let you touch his chest or biceps, if you like. Absolute cuddle fiend and he's warmer than a human should be, but it's fine, promise. This version is also less likely to fall asleep, but the chances are still decent enough that he might! Could be convinced to show off and flex his fun little mesmer tricks, if asked.

Beans is just a lil creature! This gremlin is not supposed to be charr in their usual form, so they are a little awkward and clumsy with this new form. May whack you with it's tail, that thing is sososo long compared to the tail it is used to. It will probably drag you into some wild adventure or scheme. It will also break the 4th wall and get very Meta. Beans is also very fond of memes and bright colors.

Alice has been a ghost since King Adelbern betrayed his people and bound their spirits to fight for an eternity against the charr. Alice is not fully bound any longer. In her free time, she enjoys a bit of sparring and... well... all this freedom is new so she doesn't know much about her own likes and interests beyond that! Also, she is like, really cute. If she likes you enough, she may even take off her helmet for you. She may also be subject to outbursts as she fights to keep control of herself. It would be Very Bad if the Foefire takes over (I advise running, if such a thing were to happen).

#text #some of these nerds have canon partners but! this is for funsies #had to include the silly meme options #also sorry i like taking character screens in mistlock for the lighting!!!! lmao #gw2 #valentines meme

[nihilara]

HSR VOICE LINES: KURO & MIMI. once an emanator of yaoshi, kuro is a shell of his former self. skirting along the cosmos with his companion mimi, one of the hyper intelligent and near extinct species of cat - like creatures, known as the felista.

kuro is classified as the hunt, and does imaginary damage.

kuro is blue and mimi is pink

FIRST MEETING:  name's kuro nice to meet you. i uh... don't really do very much. worth noting that is.   nonsense. kuro you'd do well to be more cat - like sometimes. take pride in the fact you do very little of late.

GREETING:  sup, you need... help with something? mimi and i can handle it.   prrrrp!

PARTING:  *kuro & mimi yawn* we done? if so im gonna go lay down for a bit.

ABOUT SELF, APPEARANCE:   what...? do i look that bad?   your shirt is undone, and your hair is unbrushed.  ohh... oops. i tend to forget sometimes, not that it matters. i'm not trying to look nice for anyone in particular so...

ABOUT SELF, MIMI:   mimi? she's my best friend.  i thought she was a run of the mill cat for the longest time. turns out she's the last of her species. we've both kind of saved eachother, isn't that right?   couldn't of put it better myself, kuro. we're both a bit out of place. but i am truly grateful to have you with me in these difficult times.

CHAT, YAOSHI:   th-the aeon of abundance...? i know about as much as anyone else does. what... did you think my being an emanator before... helped me understand them? i really don't. they wish to rid the world of suffering, and death.  but even the best medicine can become poison, when applied too liberally. 

CHAT, XIANZHOU:   my history with the xian/zhou people... is complicated. i feel guilty for what i've done, and wish something could be done about their circumstances--  but it was their ancestors that asked for immortality. and yaoshi gave it to them.   well said, kuro. be sure to remember, you cannot change the past. but you do not need to let it ruin your future.

CHAT, IPC:   mrrow!! a dreadful corperation! invasive, manipulative, greedy! they took my home for resources, and believed us worth nothing more than common cats. tsk!    yeah. i'm pretty bias on this... but big companies like that. trying to get their hands in everything. i'm with mimi on this. 

HOBBIES:   uhhh...  does sleeping count?   again, credit where it is due, kuro. he is a wonderful cook, he seems at his happiest when making meals for others, mya!    but i love sleeping too...

ANNOYANCES:   immortality is, and will always be, a curse. what's the point of life, if there is no end?   mrr...?

SOMETHING TO SHARE:  you can tell a lot about a cat's mood, and what they're feeling by their tails. they're incredibly honest animals, if you know how to read them.   prrr...

KNOWLEDGE:  yaoshi's goal isn't inherently bad. see, the aeons don't care about good and evil, they don't care about us. their only desire is to perpetuate whatever concept, or ideal they embody. no matter who, or what it hurts. 

ABOUT JING YUAN:  best if our paths never crossed again. though knowing my luck, it's bound to happen.   i just hope he's had a bit of time to cool off after your dashing escape, nyehehe!

ABOUT BLADE:  i can't be mad about the animosity he has towards me. thankfully though he's courteous enough to not try anything when mimi's in the way.   hmph.

ABOUT DR. RATIO:  i've seen him and mimi having conversations before. i really don't bother listening in or interrupting, they look like they're enjoying themselves.   i care for you deeply kuro, but sometimes i am in need of more...  stimulating conversation.

ABOUT ARGENTI:  i can say with confidence that argenti is a friend. we've crossed paths more than once. he's odd, eccentric... but he's a good person.   and he spoils me rotten, nya~  he's selfless, beautiful, and chivelrous. you could learn a thing or two from your friend, kuro.  

ABOUT BOOTHILL:   revenge? against the IPC? an admirable goal, prrr.  it will not be easy, their influence is vast, and the things they're willing to do for their own advantage? truly wishing him the best with his mission.   yeah, what she said.

EIDOLON ACTIVATION:  ohh that's neat.

CHARACTER ACENSION:  excellent work kuro, keep it up.

MAX LEVEL:  so can i go take a nap now?

TRACE ACTIVATION:  phew, looking pretty good...

ADDED TO THE TEAM WITH JING YUAN:  no hard feelings about my escape, right? ah? ... oh...  

ADDED TO THE TEAM WITH RATIO:  you can also talk to me, i hope you know that.  afraid i might run away?

ADDED TO THE TEAM WITH ARGENTI:  good to see you again, argenti. and in one piece no less.

ADDED TO THE TEAM WITH BOOTHILL:  all you really need is a horse huh...

bonus

ABOUT KEVAH:  mimi really likes him, so i like him too. i was... admittedly very surprised to see so many sketches of myself in his book. it's kind of flattering. am i that nice to look at?   prrp...

ABOUT SUNDAY:  is it insulting so say he reminds me of myself in some way? i don't want to say too much. but i can't help pity him, and the situation he's in.   the entirety of the dream hotel seems to be in a bad way. hmph.

I WILL ADD MORE AS I PLOT WITH FOLKS. THIS IS UNFINISHED!

#𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓; 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆. / about #𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐄. / hsr #mimi dragging kuro will never not be funny to me

[thegempage]

alone, hunt, fear, and monster for both watchful eyes and hammerfall plsssss

oh Fuck yeah absolutely!!

context for the unfamiliar: they're both pf2e characters; watchful eyes (she/her) is my gnoll barbarian and hammerfall at high noon (or hammerfall) (any but mainly they/he) is a leshy gunslinger (as well as some fire bullshit)!

(from this ask meme)

alone: How does your OC deal with loneliness? Have they ever been completely alone before? How do they act when there's no one around to see them?

watchful eyes: uhhh badly! like really badly! in fact, being abandoned and alone is her deepest fear!! jfdklsajfdskfdls she was definitely completely isolated after she was separated from her original family until she found the orcs who ended up taking her in and she never wants to go through that again. but when she's alone at home, she ends up just being... quiet. meditative, almost. tends to talk to her mentor's skull to fill the silence when it goes on a little too long.

tbh i feel like she won't sleep alone if she can help it. part of why she loves going on missions is having a convenient excuse to sleep wrapped around her friends

hammerfall: hammerfall actually.... tbh i don't think he'd mind being alone. they've spent a lot of their time either actually or functionally alone, sometimes for working reasons and sometimes for traveling reasons. there was definitely a period where he was traveling through the mana wastes all on his own and he doesn't think much of it! they act pretty similarly alone to with people -- perhaps a little more willing to divulge their gunsmithing secrets bcus no one's around to hear them and they want to talk themselves through a project, or to the project.

hunt: Who or what is your OC hunted by? A person, a feeling, a past mistake? Is your OC able to let their guard down, or are they constantly alert?

watchful eyes: watchful eyes feels like she is constantly outrunning a moment of failure, a moment where she will no longer be strong enough to protect the people she loves. if she trains hard enough, she feels like she can out pace it for longer, even if she doesn't do so with that thought consciously in mind. she's often on alert when on missions, but at home at the lodge she will turn into a big, cuddly puddle for a while.

hammerfall: hmm... i feel like, even if he doesn't realize it, hammerfall is running from what happened to Pops. they're consciously chasing new gun techniques and new skills, but some part of them knows that going home means facing the changes Pops has gone through, and continues to go through now that they've left. he doesn't know what to do about it, or if he can, but that thought's for another day, as far as he's concerned.

also, 100% always has a hand near their gun. even when among friends. there's a reason his clothes are leather but his holsters are made of his body.

fear: What is your OC's greatest fear? What do they do when confronted with it? Are they open with their fear, or do they hide it away?

watchful eyes: see above jfkdlasfjds being abandoned and alone is her deepest fear, and she tries very, very hard not to let that happen. she starts to buckle whenever it comes up, though as much as possible she pushes off that melting until she's safe again. i really don't think she'd talk about it, though, not to others, because she doesn't want them to worry unnecessarily about her! she's supposed to be a tank, after all.

hammerfall: so canonically? the answer is that they... don't have one. hammerfall grew up in a terrifying environment and is an immortal soul temporarily bound to a physical body. fire is just a thing that Lives In Him. they have no reason to fear god nor creature, because at the end of the day, this is one lifetime of many, and they're the best shot they know. i feel like this shows, tbh, esp when the people around him are experiencing Horrors™

monster: Is your OC monstrous in any way? Is there something that makes them monstrous? Are they aware of their own monstrosity? Do they accept it or reject it?

answered watchful eyes here!

hammerfall: so here's like. the thing. i honestly?? honestly?? think hammerfall is fucking unsettling to look at. like, even if they look like any other sagebrush leshy, the smoke constantly rising from their body and the way they hold themself, plus the gun and the fact that they stand like they're always ready to shoot clearly makes them an outlier. i don't think he's necessarily monstrous, but unless someone is used to dealing with magic bullshit, i think you'd struggle to be around him for very long. and that's before they open their mouth to start talking about guns or the mana wastes or their life before the current mission and make vague references to doing crime and eating meat and their six-armed Pops.

thank you so much for the ask : D!!!

#ciaran attempts socializing #literalliterature #listen. i love them both so much #hammerfall is fucking Wild bcus he fears nothing and understands slightly more than that #they're just. like they're a little guy. i also think they'd be weird to hang out with #fun fact we got to see watchful eyes's worst fear in another adventure and she literally starting crying out about it. #like full on animalistic howling crying out. it was great

[boethiahsboytoy]

On the complete opposite end of the Vyrthaal - Vyrthur Interaction Spectrum (or VVIS for short) is Jay.

She disguises herself as a mortal to deal with Bal's meddling on Nirn during the Dawnguard Questline and when she encounters Vyrthur she gets so Passionately Angry that Bal fucked w/one of Her People she essentially awakens an ability to "cure" vampirism on her own.

"Cure" in quotations bc it doesn't like....free them from their dealings w a daedric prince or make them mortal. She essentially takes their soul, Purifies it in her own special Jyggalag way, and gives it back to them. They're now bound to her and will be compelled to do her bidding and are connected to her forever, not fully in control of themselves as her will can override their own. But Vyrthur isn't a vampire anymore and Jay is VERY hands off with her "followers," so he's.....okay with it. She does this w/the rest of the Falmer that Vyrthur has turned which is what begins putting Jyggalag at the center of the modern Falmeri pantheon.

Jay "Vampires" are ice cold to the touch and their skin glitters in the sun like ice. They look slightly frostbitten, especially wherever she touches them to Purify them as physical contact is necessary. Their eyes change to look just like hers, bright blue with silver glowing pupils, which looks Incredibly uncanny for most people. Falmer don't have that effect as they don't Have eyes but they do develop bright blue markings around where their eyes would be. High frost resistance for everybody and they're a bit of a hive mind, always conscious of each other through their connection with Jay. They're functionally immortal until she calls them to Oblivion--for some its when their lives would naturally end if they don't want to be immortal, for some it's after sustaining grievous injury and keeping them alive would only make them suffer, or if they displease her in whatever reason. With her desire for Order, as much as she tries to suppress it, this is often if they want to leave her.

They no longer need food or drink (or blood, in the case of former Bal vampires) and are sustained by Jay's life force. So if she's ever weakened they'll all be weakened too.

They have superhuman strength bc I just think that's cool, and the ability to create ice-like armor around themselves in battle (called Jyggalag's Protection). they can also recieve visions of the "future" since Jay can see all possible outcomes ! BUT she doesn't know which is the True future, so it's an imperfect vision and they serve more as warnings of what may happen, rather than what Will happen. Technically any of her followers can get visions from her but it's easier for one of her vampires.

Serana !!! She decides she doesn't want anything to do w/vampirism so she has Falion cure her. No hard feelings from Jay she totally understands lol. But they're super close friends after the questline and Serana stays in the Chantry with Vyrthur and the falmer.

As for Gelebor. He isn't fond of Jay lol. But he stays in Darkfall passage and is unbothered by her Falmer and Vyrthur. Uhhh thas it for now lol I'm too hungry to keep typing BREAKFAST TIME.

#i'm miraak and you're watching disney channel #Into The Vyrthaal-Verse #OC Jay #i need to start naming my ocs' timelines.

[soldiertransgender]

I also have. A bit stewing for the trolls (It's Breen, Cave, and Caroline) but here is the main au

A little background information: There are two groups of characters, humans and trolls. The trolls are an alien species from the planet Alternia, and the whole species is raised to be pretty agressive. Each of the groups play a game that ends the world and requires the players to breed a frog to create a new universe inside the frog to win the game. (The game is called Sburb for the humans and Sgrub for the Trolls) A Time player and a Space player is nessecary to completely this, it does not matter what class they are or if there are any other players with other aspects. During the game, each player is assigned a moon they go to when they dream (derse or prospit depending on personalty), a planet that is tailored specifically to each person, an aspect which is the ideal or thing each person embodies, and a class which describes how the person uses their aspect. Once a character dies twice, their second death either being a heroic death or on their quest bed, they can god teir. The Space and Time player needs to God Teir, but the other aspects don't nee to. In this case all of the characters will god teir. In this case the human session is the Half Life characters (Gordon, Barney, Alyx, Adrian, and G-man) and the Troll session is hlvrai (Gordon, Coomer, Benrey, Bubby, Tommy, and G-man again.) Due to the way Homestuck was structured the Troll session goes first, and creates the universe that the human session takes place in.

Human session G-man is a Muse of Space who is a Derse dreamer. Muses passively manipulate their aspect almost by convincing it to do what they want it to do, which I think fits how G-man acts in the main series. Muses are also very close to their session, and are empthetic to their struggles. Derse dreamers like structure, but it has to be their own structure as they don't follow the rules of most places. His planet is the planet of Stars and Frogs. (Space players need to have frogs in their planets so one can be made into the universe frog)

Gordon Freeman is a Heir of Hope who is a Prospit dreamer. Heirs "provide their aspect of provide with their aspect" which in this case is shown through Gordon being pretty much the embodient of hope for humanity. Heirs tend to feel a obligation to be their aspect as well. Prospit dreamers also are very creative, but make sure to stay within the bounds of the rules (they colour inside the lines, pretty much). His planet would be the land of Crystals and Light

Barney would be a Knight of Heart. Knights defend their aspect and defend through their aspect, and Heart is the aspect related to love and romantic connections. So you know. Uhhh yeah. His planet would be the land of Metal and Feathers

Alyx is a Witch of Time who is a Prospit dreamer. Witches change through their aspect, and change with their aspect. Witches also tend to be very friendly and do things specifically to help their group. Time players of course govern time, and as a Witch of Time she can literally change how certain things go, which I mean is a canon thing she does with G-man's help so it fits! Her planet would be the land of Gears and Fur.

Adrian is a Rouge of Doom. Rouges steal their aspect to give to others, this shifting their aspect through eople and distributing it. Doom as an aspect is just that. I uhhh...yeah. He's that. His planet would be the land of sand and blood.

Gordon and Adrian's first death both come at the hands of G-man, which kind of demonizes G-man for the session even though he was ensuring they both god teir. Not quite sure about Alyx and Barney's first deaths but I do know that Barney and Gordon both god teir after a heroic death, and Alyx and Adrian die on their quest beds

Troll session G-man would be a Lord of Time and a derse dreamer (derse dreamer simply because he is a prospit dreamer in the other session). Lords fully control their aspect, and can manipulate it in whatever way they want. They are much more active then muses.

Gordon Feetman is a Bard of Hope who is a prospit dreamer. Bards cause destruction of their aspect or through their aspect, which fits as his existence in the game destroys the hope of everyone else. He is also a gold-blooded troll, who tend to be the more serious and down to earth workers of the blood castes. His planet would be the land of Oranges and Ash

Coomer is a Seer of Void and who is a prospit dreamer. Seers know everything about their aspects. It also fits with the whole "there's nothing out there." thing. He is a teal blooded troll, who tend to be the more active workers of the castes tending towards public services jobs such as lawyers and secertaries. His planet would be the land of Darkness and Slime

Bubby is a Prince of Space who is a derse dreamer. Princes destroy their aspect of destroy through their aspect, and tend to be very active and violent. Bubby is a cerulean blooded troll who are manipulative and ambitious. His planet would be the land of nebulae and frogs.

Benrey is a Thief of Doom who is a derse dreamer. Thieves obviously steal their aspect to use for their own gain. In Benrey's case though, I think that he would steal doom from his friends in order to protect them, thus inflicting the doom upon himself. He is a purple blooded troll, who tend to be the most violent of the blood castes but they keep themselves under control through various ways. His planet would be the land of Passports and Games.

Tommy is a Sylph of Blood who is a prospit dreamer. Sylphs are healers who use their aspects to help, and the blood aspect is the aspect of friendship, but also actual blood. He is also a bronze blood, who tend to be more overlooked and belittled by the other castes. His land would be the land of soda and dogs.

All the trolls god teir because Benrey kills them.

DUDE THIS IS SO COOL . MAKING ME WANT TO ACTUALLY GO AND FINISH READING HOMESTUCK

#karkat intro So boring. but homestuck soun d So cool

[1eos]

Miss kendra do u mind me asking more about laylas family? I know she has at least one sister thats pro kill the angel state (sexy and valid) but are they all like that? And does dante have a family? Love your ocs so much ❤️

omg 💖😁 i don't mind at all!!!!!!! no laylas family is not all on the same page. its a bit of a mess actually. she has 3 siblings total. sister brother sister and then layla's the baby

zinnias the eldest and she's pro angel state only bc she likes the comfort of the status quo. the don't rock the boat eldest sister. and she has this mindset bc HER life is perfect and she thinks other ppl can have perfect lives if they just make peace with how things are.

rion (they call him io) is the middle brother. he starts out pro angel state and actually wants to be an angel cop thinking he can be 'one of the good ones'. and we know how that goes 😭😭😭😭 my plan is to have him uhhh realize that's not it and eventually change sides bc he means well

yarrow is the middle sister and she's against the angel state but is still pro gods which puts her at odds w layla who doesnt trust anyone who's ascended to godhood. yarrow thinks they can reform the system

and honestly the siblings who eventually push towards being anti the angel state would be more powerful together but layla and yarrow cant see eye to eye bc yarrows scared of layla after the Incident. and their manipulative hateful mother pits the four of them against each other frequently. laylas gone no contact tho. she's free

oh and they also have a very relevant maternal grandparent. [name still pending] he was like rion and thought he could change the angel society from within and as he got older he saw the truth and is now not a fan of the angel state and encourages his grandchildren to be #freethinkers. and the reason why laylas basically a wandering quasi employed 20 something at the start of the story is that her grandfather thinks its great that in a world where the angels want to tell u what to do at all times that a young person can just do whatever and figure out what they want to do themselves

as for danteeeee. they have one sibling. [name pending] but im thinking its a twin bc a thing abt dante is that he was born w reduced magical capacities so he can't do much magic without blowing himself up so he siphons magic off layla who has TOO much magical power and is at threat of blowing HERSELF up (their relationship is very symbiotic you'll learn)

anyways politically the twin is......they look out for themselves first and foremost 😭😭😭😭 they revel in passion and fighting and 'killing intent' so for the most of the story theyre trying to kick up conflicts in kinda-hell? (demons live in like the suburbs of hell? its not grotesque at all but if you go beyond city bounds u will just be in actual hell. they make it work) and you'd think they'd hate angels on principle and they kinda do but they're much more neutral abt it. demons are relatively harmless unless provoked

anyways socio political things aside dante only has one biological full sibling but he grew up in a big intergenerational family where all the cousins were raised like siblings so he's got at least 5 little 'siblings' that he's basically helped raise since they were itty bitty babies so theyr'e actually really good w kids and it shocks everyone

#the way i will have political afflictions and back story thought out but won't have a name #fun oc fact: at one point layla was a twin #but that didnt work so it went to dante #everyone in angel states think demons are the enemy but they have no real desire to live w angels #asks #deicide

[dismembered-narrator]

saw the new west side story, they made a lot of changes i liked and only one i didn't. also it made me cry in the theatre

#they expanded a lot of the side characters and some of the background stuff and i really liked it #taking the song somewhere away from tony and maria was stupid and i didn't like it #also new riff is gay i won't be taking questions #i liked that they made anybodys trans. physically attacking someone is the correct response to transphobia #uhhh i liked that they gave the song cool to tony and changed the context around it #the song officer krupke was really funny #opinions of ansel elgort aside his acting didn't really convey that tony was as smitten with maria as she was with him #but his sobbing after the rumble was really good #the cinematography was fucking incredible. at first i didnt like that they used a lot of cool colors but that quickly faded #they also put on some sort of filter that made it feel very 1950s #most of the actors were amazing but rachel zegler's singing is gorgeous and the woman who played anita knocked it out of the park #and all the dancing and music was just incredible. i love musicals so much #if i had been watching it alone i probably would have full-on cried but in the theatre there were a few tears #all the tragic stuff towards the end was super impactful of course #it still has the problem where maria forgives tony too quickly after the rumble but that can be explained by how young she is i guess #it makes more sense with the song but they gave that to valentina >:( #also valentina's reaction to the jets assaulting anita was lackluster #but that's just a problem with expanding that character without certain plot changes #it really elevates the source material but it's still bound to the source material ya know #anyways i like it a lot and the people saying its better than the original aren't exaggerating #fuck ansel elgort tho #west side story #me and my friends watched high school musical 1 and 2 immediately afterwards lol #talk about whiplash

[cantdanceflynn]

OK OK RANT TIME SO LIKE. I RE-WATCHED THE PNF STAR WARS CROSSOVER 7 TIMES TODAY AND ILL PROBABLY DO IT AGAIN SO LIKE. HOLY SHIT I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS ITS SO LONG UNDER THE CUT LOL @pftones3482​ @pyxehastoomanyinterests​ @galaxina-the-pyro​

OK SO!!!!!!!!!! FIRST OF ALL, DOOF!!!!!!!!!!!! THERE’S NOT THAT MUCH, BUT STILL A LOT TO THINK ABOUT WITH HIM!!!!!!!!!!

WE SEE VANESSA IN THIS TIMELINE

AND WHILE THEY NEVER CALL HER ANY NAME OTHER THEN VANESSA THE TWI’LEK, ITS NOT LIKE ITS A WEIRD ASSUMPTION THAT LIKE IN EVERY OTHER IN SHOW AU SHES IN, SHE’S HIS DAUGHTER TOO, AND IG CHARLENE IS A TWI’LEK. WE ALSO KNOW AT SOME POINT HE BUILT NORM(NORM-3PO)

AND THAT HES VERY MILDLY FORCE SENSITIVE. VERY VERY VERY MILDLY.

NOW OBVIOUSLY THIS RAISES THE QUESTIONS OF:

1: WHY IS VANESSA LIKE. SHES PROBABLY NOT ACTUALLY STUCK ON TATOOINE CAUSE REBEL LETS GO BUT LIKE. SHE PROBABLY LIVES THERE. LIKE SHE PROBABLY ATTENDS TATOOINE HIGH SCHOOL OR WHATEVER. THERES MORE I’M GONNA SAY ON THAT DURING THE CANDACE FLYNN SECTION WHICH IS GOING TO BE LONG(IN COMPARISON AT LEAST).

2: WHY DID HE MAKE NORM IN THIS UNIVERSE? THE WHOLE “THE ENEMY OF THE PLATYPUS IS MAN” THING DOESN’T RLY APPLY HERE? THIS IS OBVIOUSLY A SMALLER ONE THEN THE VANESSA ONE BUT IT STILL VERY MUCH IS ONE. ALSO TY TO CADENCE FOR POINTING OUT HE ALMOST CERTAINLY EXPLODED WITH THE DEATH STAR.

THERES OBVIOUSLY HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH PERRY, BUT IT SEEMS TO RLY JUST PLAY OUT LIKE THEIR SEASON 4 INTERACTIONS, AND THAT’S BOUND TO HAPPEN IF HES AN ASSIGNED AGENT TO THIS ONE DARTH, SO ITS NOT RLY ANYTHING WORTH QUESTIONING TO THAT EXTENT. I DO WANT TO SAY THO THAT WHAT LITTLE FORCE SENSITIVITY DOOF HAS MIGHT HAVE BEEN PART OF THE REASON PERRY HASN’T PROPERLY MANAGED TO THWART HIM(AND THAT HE DIDN’T TRY TO STOP HIM FROM ESCAPING). FORCE SENSITIVE SURE, BUT HARMLESS WITH IT, AND ULTIMATELY USUALLY NOT A THREAT. PROBABLY A LOT LIKE YOUNGER PHINEAS AND FERB.

AND THAT’S A GOOD TRANSITION INTO PERRY!!!!!!!!!!!!

BESIDES THE PREVIOUS POINT ABOUT DOOF, AT SOME POINT PHINEAS AND FERB DISCOVERED HIS SECRET AGENT LIFE, AND REACTED SIMILARLY TO HOW THEY DID IN INTO THE 2ND DIMENSION(ALTHOUGH PROBABLY LESS INTENSE, 2ND DOOF WAS THE ONE WHO FIRST BROUGHT IT UP AND THE WHOLE SITUATION AS A WHOLE DEF ESCALATED THEIR EMOTIONS). WE DON’T RLY KNOW HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH ANY PART OF OWCA BESIDES MONOGRAM

WHICH IS LIKE. ITS JUST THEIR CANON RELATIONSHIP. NOTHING SPECIAL THERE. WE COULD THEORETICALLY GUESS HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH CERTAIN OWCA AGENTS(AND CARL IF HE EXISTS), BUT UHHH. ISABELLAS SECTION IS ALSO SORTA LONG.

SO NOT COUNTING POINTS WE ALREADY WENT OVER, WE’VE TECHNICALLY GOT THE SAME AMOUNT OF “PLS I WANT TO KNOW ALL ABOUT THIS” QUESTIONS.

1: WHEN EXACTLY DID PHINEAS AND FERB FIND OUT ABOUT PERRY? THIS DOESN’T SEEM THAT IMPORTANT BUT THERES LIKE. A VERY SPECIFIC AND VERY CONFUSING TIMELINE WITH THE FLYNN-FLETCHERS SPECIFICALLY

2: WHAT IS/WAS HIS GENERAL RELATIONSHIP WITH ANY SPECIFIC MEMBERS OF OWCA? PINKY AND CARL ARE THE OBVIOUS EXAMPLES, BUT THERES GOTTA BE A TERRY AND A PETER SOMEWHERE, RIGHT?

THEN PHINEAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ALSO TECHNICALLY FERB, WHO SHOULD HAVE HIS OWN SEGMENT, BUT THEY SHARE SO MANY THAT I’M BASICALLY COMBINING THEM.

BESIDES THE WHOLE THING WITH PERRY, LINDA AND LAWRENCE BOTH SEEM AT LEAST SEMI-AWARE OF ALL THEIR INVENTIONS.

A STRANGE AND SAD IRONY, I SUPPOSE. THEY DON’T ESPECIALLY WANT TO LEAVE TATOOINE, AND EXPLORE ANYWHERE. BUT LIKE. THAT’S NOT RLY DIFFERENT? PEOPLE ACT LIKE IT IS, AND THE LACK OF WANT FOR NEW ADVENTURE IS CERTAINLY A CHANGE, BUT LIKE. THEY HAVE EACH OTHER, THEY HAVE THEIR TATOOINE IDEAS, AND THEY HAVE THEIR PRACTICE AND SOME FRIENDS. THAT’S SEIZING THE DAY!!!!!!! IN A WAY THAT WORKS FOR WHAT THEY KNOW. THEIR FRIENDSHIP WITH LUKE IS OBVIOUSLY A CHANGE, BUT NOT AS MUCH A QUESTIONABLE ONE. THEY’RE BOTH VERYYYYYYYYYY FORCE SENSITIVE, AND HAVE BEEN TRAINING FOR IT WITH OBI-WAN FOR AGES. BETWEEN THEIR CUSTOM LIGHTSABERS

AND THE WHOLE FIGHT, THIS IS LIKE. MAYBE OBI-WAN SHOULDN’T HAVE TRIED TO TRAIN LUKE TO BEGIN WITH IT MIGHT HAVE NOT ENDED WELL HE CLEARLY DIDN’T HAVE A BIG HANDLE ON ANYTHING. AND OF COURSE, CANDACE LEAVING WHEN PHINEAS WAS A BABY.

LOTS OF THINGS TO EXPAND ON THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

1: THEIR OPINIONS AND GENERAL UNDERSTANDING OF THE GALAXY AS A WHOLE IS VERY LIMITED. LIKE THIS ISN’T EVEN A QUESTION I WANT TO KNOW MORE ABOUT OR ANY OF THAT ITS JUST A NEAT THING THAT DESERVES TO BE EXPANDED ON MORE

2: WHAT SPECIFICALLY IS GOING ON WITH THEIR LIGHTSABERS AND FORCE SENSITIVITY? LIKE. IN GENERAL. ITS FUN I LOVE IT SO MUCH IN GENERAL IT IS A QUESTION. ITS AWESOME.

3: THE WHOLE THING WITH CANDACE? I HAVE A VAGUE TIMELINE AND IT IS. POOR EVERYONE INVOLVED.

BUFORD AND BALJEET ARE ALSO LIKE. ILL GROUP THEM TOGETHER IN THAT THEY’VE GOT LIKE. ONE PROPER DIFFERENCE ALTOGETHER AND CANDACES SEGMENT IS TOO BIG TO COMBINE WITH THEIRS.

AND THAT LITERAL ONE IS BALJEET JOINING BY ACCIDENT. THE SPECIFIC OF “I WAS TRYING TO SIGN UP FOR A PHYSICS CAMP” AND THEIR DYNAMIC IMPLYING THEY’VE BEEN WORKING TOGETHER MOST OF THE TIME THEY’VE BEEN HERE IMPLIES THAT ALL THREE OF THEM SPECIFICALLY AT LEAST STARTED THEIR TIME IN THE EMPIRE AT THE BEGINNING OF THE “SUMMER VACATION” MENTIONED ENOUGH.

TECHNICALLY WHETHER THERE'S A UNIVERSAL CALENDAR IS LIKE. HIGHLY DEPENDENT ON THE SPECIFICS OF THE STAR WARS CONTENT BUT ITS ALMOST CERTAINLY MEANT TO BE WORKING WITH A UNIVERSAL CALENDAR HERE. THIS IS ACTUALLY IMPORTANT TRUST ME

ISABELLAS SEGMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HER WHOLE RIVALRY WITH HAN IS LIKE. THE MOST CLEVER THING AND ID LOVE TO SEE MORE OF IT.

THE WHOLE THING WITH THE CENTENNIAL CHIHUAHUA AND NEVER SEEING VIVIAN AND JUST. BETWEEN HOW DEFENSIVE SHE IS ABOUT IT AND HOW COLD SHE IS IS JUST LIKE. THE WRITERS RLY HAVE TWO WAYS OF TRAUMATIZING ISABELLA FOR IN-UNIVERSE AUS AND THAT’S IMPLYING AT LEAST SOMETHING RLY BAD HAPPENED TO PINKY AND VIVIAN. BETWEEN HER ACTUAL CONVERSATION WITH THEM AND “BUCKLE UP LADIES” HER RELATIONSHIP WITH THE FIRESTAR GIRLS IS OF LIKE.

WHAT HAPPENED WHAT HAPPENED I WANT TO KNOW SO BAD. HANS COMMENT IMPLIES THEY DID ACTUALLY DO SOMETHING WITH CUPCAKE DELIVERY SO WAS IT ACTUALLY MORE AKIN TO FIRESIDE GIRL STUFF? THEY HAVE THE SASHES AND A STAR BADGE AND EVERYTHING THIS IS PERSONALLY IMPORTANT TO ME.

1: WHAT SPECIFICALLY STARTED HER RIVALRY WITH HAN? CAUSE LIKE. WAS IT THE KESSEL RUN OR WAS THAT JUST ON THE LIST? IDK I JUST RLY WANNA SEE MORE OF THIS

2: WHAT HAPPENED TO PINKY AND VIVIAN R THEY DEAD PROBABLY BUT HEY I MANAGED TO WORK 2ND DIMENSION STACY INTO MULTIPLE AUS DESPITE IT BEING RLY RLY RLY IMPLIED SHES DEAD SO WHO KNOWS!!!!!!!!!! PEOPLE HAVE COVERED THIS BEFORE I JUST WANNA KNOW.

3: EVERYTHING WITH THE FIRESTAR GIRLS EVERYTHING WITH THE FIRESTAR GIRLS LITERALLY I’M SO CURIOUS THERE'S SO MUCH TO EXPAND ON THERE

AND NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CANDACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHICH HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT LIKE. EVERY TIME I THINK IVE REALIZED EVERYTHING I REALIZE SOMETHING NEW

SHE LEFT WHEN PHINEAS WAS A BABY RIGHT? WHICH MEANS THAT LIKE!!!!!!!! AT MOST SHE WAS 8!!!!!!!!!!!! 8 WHEN SHE LEFT TATOOINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BEFORE WHATEVER HAPPENED WITH PHINEAS AND CANDACE BIOLOGICAL DAD HAPPENED, BEFORE LAWRENCE AND FERB AND PERRY AND LIKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS

IS NOT TATOOINE HIGH SCHOOL OR WHATEVER. BESIDES MY ALREADY THERE POINT OF LIKE “VANESSA PROBABLY LIVES ON TATOOINE MOST OF THE TIME” AND LIKE. IF THERE'S A VERSION OF JEREMY OR STACY OR JENNY IN THIS UNIVERSE, WHICH THERE SHOULD BE, WE SEE GINGER AT LEAST, THEY’D BE ON TATOOINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AND WHY DID SHE LEAVE?????? ITS NOT LIKE THERE WAS ANY DRAMA AS FAR AS WE CAN TELL!!!!!!!!! SHES ON GOOD TERMS WITH PHINEAS, SHES MORE CURIOUS ABOUT WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THEIR BIO DAD THEN ANYTHING, BUT SHE DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT ANY OF IT. SHE DIDN’T TRY CHECKING WHAT ANYONE AROUND TATOOINE WAS UP TO, OR MENTIONED ANYTHING ABOUT IT DURING IN THE EMPIRE!!!!!!!! HECK, LANDING ON TATOOINE SHE RECOGNIZES IT AND SEEMS ANNOYED, BUT NOT LIKE. UPSET OR PANICKY OR ANYTHING. LIKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GENUINELY, WHAT HAPPENED? AN 8 YEAR OLD GIRL AT MOST LEFT HER HOME PLANET BY HERSELF, WITH NO NOTICEABLE REASONING AND NO KEEPING IN TOUCH WITH HER FAMILY. SHE AT LEAST MAKES HER WAY INTO SOME HIGH SCHOOL AND ENDS UP IN THE EMPIRE DUE TO PROPAGANDA, FULLY JOINING DURING SUMMER BREAK AS THE DEATH STAR STARTS UP. SHE’S NOT LONG LOST, AS SOME PEOPLE HAVE DESCRIBED HER. SHE’S JUST LOST. SHE’S ON THE WRONG SIDE AND SHE’S TRYING HER BEST WITH EVERY BIT OF HER MORAL CODE SHE UNDERSTANDS AND JUST. SHE’S LOST!!!!!!!!

THERE’S JUST SO SO SO SO SO MUCH WE DON’T KNOW ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED WITH HER. IS SHE FORCE-SENSITIVE TOO? DID SHE RUN AWAY, BC IF HER RUNNING AWAY IS THE MOST REASONABLE OPTION, THERE’S A LOT A LOT AN IMPOSSIBLE BUT POSSIBLE AMOUNT OF THINGS TO THINK OVER THERE.

ALL TOGETHER, I HAVE NOT SLEPT TODAY AND I AM BAD AT WORDING AND I AM VERY EMOTIONAL OVER THIS EPISODE AND I WANT TO POINT OUT THAT IF CANDACE LEFT WHEN PHINEAS WAS LIKE 3 AT MOST THEN ALL HE KNEW ABOUT HER WERE SMALL MEMORIES PHINEAS WOULD HAVE AND WHATEVER LINDA WOULD SAY(PROBABLY NOT MUCH ABOUT HER DAUGHTER WHO MIGHT HAVE RAN AWAY FOR REASONS LINDA PROBABLY DOESN’T KNOW EITHER), THEN FERB IMMEDIATELY JOINING IN ON CANDACE AND PHINEAS’ HUG IS SO SO SO MUCH SWEETER.

ALSO I HONESTLY MIGHT END UP WRITING A FIC AT THIS RATE. I’VE WRITTEN MORE FOR PNF THEN ANYTHING ELSE I WASN’T FORCED TO ALREADY, SO IT’S LIKELY. VERY LIKELY. 

HERES MORE GOOD SCREENSHOTS I LOVE THIS SPECIAL SO MUCH

ALSO LITERALLY THE ONE FLAW IN THIS WHOLE SPECIAL IS THIS

YOU ARE A KID SUPER GENIUS THOSE ARE THE ACTUAL FUCKING DEATH STAR PLANS YOU LIVE ON TATOOINE WHY ON EARTH ARE YOU TOUCHING THAT SIDE OF THE DISC WITH YOUR BARE HANDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THEY ALL DO THIS AND I KNOW ANIMATION AND ALL THAT BUT PLS GUYS I AM BEGGING YOU. STOPPPPPPPPPPP

#ILL BE HONEST I MOSTLY MADE THIS FOR CANDACE AND IT SHOWS BUT ALSO LIKE #ALL THE CHARACTERS AS A WHOLE I DID I RLY BAD JOB OF LIKE. ALL THE THINGS IM RLY CURIOUS ABOUT IN THIS AU LOL #ITS SO COOL IT RLY IS #PHINEAS AND FERB #PNF #STAR WARS #PHINEAS AND FERB STAR WARS #DO I WANNA TAG ALL THE CHARACTERS? #YEA SURE WHY NOT #HEINZ DOOFENSHMIRTZ #PERRY THE PLATYPUS #PHINEAS FLYNN #FERB FLETCHER #BUFORD VAN STOMM #BALJEET TJINDER #ISABELLA GARCIA-SHAPIRO #CANDACE FLYNN #ILL BE HONEST I WAS GONNA ADD THE PHINABELLA KISS TO THE BELOVED SCREENSHOT COLLECTION BUT LIKE #IDK I HAD A FOCUS

[helliontherapscallion]

(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Tuesday

Monday     Wednesday     Thursday (Part 1)     Thursday (Part 2)     Friday     Saturday     Sunday

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: anxiety, doctor’s offices, taking pain pills (not sure if I need to tag that, but just in case), stalkers, blackmail, swearing, non-consensual taking pics of nudes, slight body dysmorphia, self-loathing, toxic friends

Word count: 5,326

(A/N): another long chapter, my little wlw heart loved writing this chapter! Also holy shit I was not expecting the first part to blow up, thank you to everyone that read it! Gosh, it’s enough to make a grown woman cry :’)

You cracked open your crusty eyes to Wilbur poking his head into your room. “(Y/n), Dad wants you.”

You groaned rubbing at your eyes in an attempt to get the sleep out of them. “I’ll be down in a sec.” Your voice was scratchy and thick with sleep.

He closed the door silently and you heard his socked feet thumping down the hallway. Your pain faded slightly into soreness, but your shoulders and upper back were slightly stiff. After you drug yourself out of bed, you shambled down the stairs to see your family at the table eating breakfast. Your stomach growled loudly, making you blush slightly in embarrassment. 

Your eldest brother snorted. “Hungry (y/n)?”

You slumped into your seat next to him slowly shoveling food into your mouth. “You have no idea.”

“You wouldn’t be that hungry if you ate dinner when you got home like I told you to do last night, young lady. You better eat every single thing on that plate.”

There was no arguing with a stern Dadza, so you reluctantly complied. Meanwhile, Tommy and Tubbo were telling Wilbur about your match animatedly. 

“And the ball was like fwoosh and she- the ball and-and-”

“And she hit it and Haley hit it to the other side! It was so cool!”

Wilbur merely smiled listening to them ramble about how badass you were last night. They made you feel genuinely happy that they admired your volleyball abilities; they were probably your biggest fans and that made your day most of the time. You remembered the first match they came to during your freshman year, they had run up to you right after the end-of-match whistle blew to spew about how good you were on the court. They met the team that day. Your team adored having them at your games, over the years they slowly replaced your school’s mascot. They played a huge part in morale boosts before and during matches. 

He looked over to you, “I didn’t know my little sister could be so badass.”

You felt your cheeks flare up. “It’s nothing I haven’t done before. It really wasn’t anything special.”

“(Y/n),” Philza pursed his lips, “you did all that with a bruised back, I’d consider that something special.”

“Wait (y/n), you’re hurt?” Tommy and Tubbo looked at you with wide concerned eyes.

“Yeah, but it’s not that bad. I can still move and stuff.”

Techno rolled his eyes, “it’s bad if you’re going to the doctor for it.”

“Eh, it doesn’t hurt as bad as it did yesterday, so I’m not worried.” 

“You’re deadass wincing everytime you move your arm,” WIlbur deadpanned, “it clearly still hurts.”

“Well yeah, I didn’t say the pain went away completely. Fuckin’ dumbass.”

“Language,” Philza glared at you two, gesturing to the two fifth graders watching the exchange with interest. 

You and Wilbur resumed eating and murmured out a defeated “sorry Dad.” You both glared at Techno when he huffed in amusement. 

“If you three keep bickering, you’re going to be late to school. Remember, you two have to drop off Tommy and Tubbo today cuz I’m taking your sister to her appointment. Now go get ready, I’ll take care of your dishes.”

Your brothers took off up the stairs, each competing to get to the bathroom first. Occasionally, you would hear shouts and slapping noises. You felt glad you didn’t have to deal with that today. Judging by Techno’s gruff voice laughing and an explosion of loud complaints from the rest, you assumed that he won today. “I swear, they’re gonna put me in an early grave.”

“You and me both Dad, you and me both.”

You went into the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of pain pills from the junk drawer. Various bottles of Motrin and Advil were scattered around the house because when you live with a rambunctious family like this one, people are bound to get hurt and headaches are common. Popping three into your mouth, you washed it down with a glass of water. The sound of the running water faucet and the slight splashing of water filled the silence of the room. 

“How’s your back? Does it feel any better?”

“Kinda, today it just feels more sore than throbbing, my headache went away mostly, and my shoulder doesn’t feel any worse, so that’s better I guess.”

He shut off the water and reached for a towel to dry off his wet hands. He moved over to the freezer and grabbed a frozen package of peas that your family never ate. You all used it whenever one of you would get a bruise. He moved behind you and held it against your back without warning. Flinching forward from the unexpected temperature change, you winced with the wave of pain moving brought you. 

“Shit, sorry.”

“You’re good. Just give me a little warning next time,” you chuckled. He gently placed it back on your back and you sighed from the slight relief that it brought you. You leaned into the peas and closed your eyes. “That feels amazing.”

“I bet. That bruise was pretty bad yesterday, can I look at it again?”

You reluctantly left the sanctuary that was the medical grade frozen peas and leaned forward, moving your hair out of the way for him. “Knock yourself out.”

He made a hissing noise as soon as he moved your shirt out of the way. “Dad, it probably looks worse than it feels.”

“...Have you seriously not looked at this yet? It looks pretty bad, hun.”

“Well, sorry I can’t move to look at my back without being in pain. I’ll try harder next time.” You snarked him.

“Hey, watch the attitude. Here, I’ll take a picture so you can see how bad it is.”

You heard the rustling of fabric as he fished his phone out of his pocket and the obnoxiously loud click of his camera app. You turned around to look at the damage. You squinted at his bright phone screen. Your entire back was swollen in some areas and was covered in ugly reds, blues, blacks, and purples. You made a disgusted noise in the back of your throat and cringed away from the screen. You always got nauseous seeing injuries.

“Yikes.”

“Yikes isn’t the only word I would use, it’s bad (y/n).”

“It looks worse than it feels, I promise. I’m gonna go get ready so we’re not late to my appointment. It sounds like the boys are finally done with the bathroom.”

You hobbled up the stairs slowly and made your way to the bathroom. The door was wide open ready for you to use. Turning on the light, you closed the door in a hurry so that your brothers wouldn’t try to get in again to hog the bathroom like they usually did. You frowned at your appearance. Your hair was sticking up in every direction and you had dark eye bags around your dull looking eyes. A few pimples dotted your skin like constellations in the night sky, but much uglier and more out of place. Turning your body, you scanned your figure. Your eyes watered as you realized that you had gained some weight. Adrian, Sammy, and Annie were right, you looked like garbage all the time.

You ripped your eyes away from yourself in the mirror with disgust etched deep into your features. You were disgusting through and through. Ripping your brush through your hair, you winced at the pain emanating from the back of your head. You deserve the pain for letting yourself go. Once you were slightly more satisfied with your appearance, you stepped out of the bathroom and quickly changed into the clothes you would wear today. You decided on a hoodie and a pair of tights. You didn’t feel like dressing yourself up. 

You once again walked down the stairs and slipped on your shoes to meet your dad in his car. You idly scrolled through your phone while you waited for him, looking at your notifications for the first time that day. You had ten texts from the group chat that you were in with Adrian, Annie, and Sammy.

Sammy <3

(Y/n) where the hell are you?

Adrian <3

Do you guys think she ditched us?

I knew she was ignoring us

Sammy <3

Who ignores their friends?

Annie <3

(Y/n) apparently. 

She has more important things to do ig

Oh my god

Do you guys think she skipped school?

Adrian <3

I wouldn’t put it past her

Maybe she finally gave up

(Y/n)

I’m sorry guys, I just have a doctor’s appointment today

I would never ignore you

Sammy <3

Yk, it’s hard to keep defending you when you keep ditching us..

(Y/n)

I’m not ditching you!

I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys about my appointment

I’ll make it up to you guys

Adrian <3

How?

You’ve already skipped out on us enough already

Annie <3

Oh ik!

She can write our final research paper for us Dri!

I haven’t started it yet lmao

Adrian <3

Saaaame lmaoooo

Sammy <3

Guys, what about me???

Adrian <3

Idk, figure it out yourself

Sammy <3

Rude!

Uhhh

Ur gonna put together my final presentation for us history

(Y/n)

Alright, I can do that for you guys

Sam can you pls send me the rubric? 

Annie <3

Thanks love ;)

(Y/n)

No problem, I like doing things for friends

My dad’s coming, I gotta go

Talk to you guys later

Adrian <3

Byeeee (y/n), ur the best!

(Y/n)

: ) <3

You put your phone down as your dad started up the car and pulled out of the driveway. The drive was quiet as you stared out the window and thought about how much work you now had to do. On top of your own classes, you had two more to write and a presentation to make in a class you hadn’t taken since the first semester in your sophomore year. The research papers had to be at least four full pages long with a minimum of ten sources each due on Friday and you had no idea how big Sammy’s US history presentation has to be or what it’s even about. But that was fine, you’d do anything for your friends. 

“So, who were you texting? Your boyfriend?” He asked jokingly.

“Oh, just Adrian, Sammy, and Annie. I don’t have a boyfriend Dad,” because you were a closeted lesbian, but you wouldn’t tell him that anytime soon. “You know that.”

“I know,” he chuckled, “it’s been a while since I’ve seen them. How have they been?”

“They’re good. Adrian got a job at the diner, he’s a host. Sammy and Annie have been focusing more on raising their grades.”

“Good for them! You should invite them over for dinner sometime.”

“I was actually thinking that I could maybe go hang out with them on Halloween...?”

“(Y/n), the family was going to take Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating.”

“I know, but there’s always next year. Plus, we haven’t been able to hang out in so long! We’re always free at different times.”

“I don’t know (y/n), what if they don’t want to trick-or-treat next year? What were you planning on doing with them?”

“We were just gonna hang out at Annie’s house and watch some horror movies,” you lied. He would never let you go if he knew you were going to a party. Especially one where alcohol would be involved and hormonal teenage boys ran rampant actively scouting for an easy lay.

“...I’ll think about it.” The car pulled into the doctor office’s parking lot.

“Thank you Dad! It’s been a while since we’ve all hung out together.”

He chuckled as you both walked into the lobby, checked in, and waited for your name to be called. About ten minutes later, you were summoned by a nurse so you went into the back leaving your dad to wait in the lobby. The nurse recorded your height and weight (much to your dismay, you gained four pounds) and asked you the standard questions about your injury and uncomfortable questions about your overall health. The clacking of her acrylic nails on the plastic keyboard filled the awkward silence.

Once that was done, she left and you had to wait a little bit for the doctor. After slipping into the backless gown the nurse left, you mindlessly scrolled on your phone. Jumping when someone knocked on the door, you looked up to see your family’s doctor smiling at you.

“Hello (y/n), how are we feeling today?”

“I’m alright.”

“I hear that you had quite the fall onto some concrete, is that true?”

“Yes, I landed on my back and the back of my head.”

She reached over and squirted hand sanitizer onto her hands, rubbing it in and looking back at you. “Can you please lay on your stomach so I can take a look at your back?”

You nodded, shifting on the uncomfortable paper covered cushioned table onto your stomach. You felt her cold hands gently graze your bruises before she pulled out her stethoscope. “Can you take a good deep breath in for me?”

You complied and she instructed you to let it out. Doing this multiple times along your back, she put her stethoscope away and continued prodding at your exposed back. 

“There’s definitely some swelling in multiple areas… It doesn’t feel or sound like you cracked or broke any ribs, which is excellent… Do you have any pain deep in your shoulder when you move it?”

“Yes, I landed on it wrong last night at my volleyball match.”

“How would you describe your pain? Stabbing, sore, throbbing…”

“More sore, but a little stabbing pain when I move my arm.”

She moved her fingers to examine your shoulder. “It doesn’t sound like a sprain or fracture, can you move it up and down for me?”

You moved your arm up and down, front and back, and side to side. “You still have a full range of movement, that’s good. Can I have you sit back up again?”

You sat back up and she started testing you for a concussion. After passing her tests, you were cleared of having a concussion. “Alright (y/n), it appears that you only strained your deltoid and teres muscles and you have severe bruising along your back. Make sure you ice your back and, if you have one, wear a shoulder compression sleeve. Anti-inflammatory medications such as Ibuprofen will help with the swelling. Other than that, you have a clean bill of health! You can still participate in volleyball practices, but you need to take it easy. Don’t do anything that will strain the muscles any further.”

“Thank you Dr. Samson,” you smiled at her. 

“You’re welcome. I’ll leave you to change back into your clothes and you’re free to go! You may leave the gown on the table.”

She left the room and you redressed yourself. Walking out to the lobby, Philza’s head perked up when he heard the door opening. He stood up and walked over to you with a slightly worried face. You both walked back out to the car.

“So?”

“Dr. Samson said that I don’t have a concussion, sprains or broken bones. She told me that I just strained my shoulder muscles and I need to keep ice on my back.”

He visibly slumped in relief. “Thank god. What’d she say about volleyball?”

“She said that I could keep playing, but I have to take it easy.”

“Good, wouldn’t want you missing finals on Thursday. Do you know if the team you’re playing is any good?”

“Dad, of course they’re good, we’re the top two teams in the area.”

“I bet their setter is nowhere near as good as you are and I bet the setter and spiker aren’t as synced as you and Haley are. You two make a good pair.” 

“Yeah we do, don’t we?” You looked out the window and smiled a little and felt your ears turn red. The very mention of Haley’s name was enough to make you feel like you were on cloud nine. The car fell silent again as you neared your high school. 

In your AP world history class, the class was looking at the test you had taken yesterday. Surprisingly, you got a 74% on the multiple choice part and a 50% on your essay portion, so that landed you with a just below passing grade. You thought you completely flunked that test yesterday, so that was a pleasant surprise. It took a good portion out of your overall grade in the class, lowering it from a comfortable A- to a slightly alarming B. You supposed it could’ve been a lot worse. Besides reviewing your tests, the class didn’t do much except starting the reading for the next chapter.

Your psychology online class went like it usually did, however your phone blew up with texts about midway through the block. Glancing down, you saw that it was Haley. Shouldn’t she be in class?

Hales : )

(Y/n) meet me in the locker room right after school

I need to talk to you before practice starts

It’s an emergency

(Y/n)

What’s going on?

Hales : )

I’ll explain after school.

Can’t talk about it over text

(Y/n)

Alright, see ya then ig

You felt your gut twinge. Something’s wrong, but you didn’t know what. You were worried about Haley, usually she was really bubbly. You’ve never seen the senior act so strange before. You could only wait the block out until the bell would release you from the confines of the library and into the locker room. After sending a quick text to your brothers that you were going to stay after school for your practice, you stared blankly at your laptop’s clock as you counted down the minutes left in the class period. Ten minutes. Eight minutes. Four minutes. Two minutes. Thirty seconds-

You shot up from your seat as the bell rang. Pushing past some groups of freshmen that congregated in the hallways, you made a beeline for the locker room. In the locker room, you found Haley sitting on the metal bench on the opposite end of the locker room with her back facing the last row of lockers and facing the brick wall. She was clenching her phone in her hand with an iron grip. You hurried to sit next to her.

“Hales, what’s going on? Talk to me.”

“It’s bad (y/n). Like, really bad.”

“What’s bad? You’re worrying me.”

Wordlessly, she unlocked her phone and handed it to you. On the screen was something that you weren’t expecting to see. You scrolled through the contents and felt your stomach drop with each scroll; someone took pictures of you and Haley throughout the match last night. Every picture was a violation to yours and Haley’s dignities, they had gotten zoomed in pictures of your boobs and asses. Deeper, there were even pictures taken of you changing into your volleyball uniform through your open window. You were only in your underwear. Haley had a similar picture that you scrolled past as fast as you could. Scrolling to the bottom of the text message thread, the person that sent Haley the pictures added a caption to the last picture. It was a picture of you and Haley together celebrating your match, her arm slung around your shoulder with your mouth open mid-laugh.

Unknown

I’m sending these out to the entire school unless you stop hanging around her.

If you tell anyone, the pics will be printed off and put in every single locker and bathroom the school has.

You’ll be the sluts of Klinkver High. 

Cut all ties now. You have two days. 

Do not try me.

“Jesus christ Haley. Who the fuck would do this? This is sick.”

She took her phone back and locked it without looking at the screen. “I don’t know (y/n). I wanted to tell you not to openly talk to me for a few days. We don’t know who took these, we don’t know what they’re capable of. I don’t wanna risk angering them.”

“We can find them! If we look close enough, we might find a few clues where they were sitting. Do you remember seeing anything suspicious last night?”

“(Y/n), our best option is to leave it. We just can’t talk in person anymore; we can still text each other.”

“Hales, how are we gonna not talk? I’m your setter.”

She ran a hand through her thick black hair. “I don’t know (y/n). Just-just don’t talk to me anymore, I don’t want your pictures leaked.”

“I don’t care about my pictures. My name’s been drug through so much shit this past year that it won’t affect me. I don’t want your stuff leaked.”

She gave a watery laugh, “you care too much, I love that about you…” Glistening eyes turned to look deep into your own. “I’m so scared (y/n), I don’t know what to do.”

You pulled her into a hug, wincing slightly when she squeezed her arms around your upper back. She buried her face into your shoulder and started shaking with muffled sobs. “Haley, I promise I’ll catch whatever sick bastard is doing this to you. You don’t deserve this.”

She said nothing as you rested your chin on the top of her head and started to rock her back and forth slowly. You two stayed like that even after her sobbing resided, finding comfort in each other’s presence. Glancing at the clock, you realized that you two have been in the locker room for an hour. Practice was set to start in fifteen minutes, people were going to start coming into the locker room soon. 

You reluctantly pulled away from the hug and looked Haley in her bloodshot eyes, “I’m not going to let those pictures of you get leaked. I swear on my-”

The door to the locker room swung open and loud laughter echoed throughout the room. Haley pushed you away and speed walked off to a bathroom stall, slamming the door shut behind her. 

“Damn (y/n), what’d you do? She’s pissed.” 

“It’s none of your business, Zara.” 

“Oh, so it’s a lover’s quarrel then~” She cackled, her hair bouncing slightly with each heave of her shoulders. 

“For the love of… Haley and I aren’t dating, we’re both straight.” She’s straight.

“Mmhm.” She brushed past you to go to her locker. You followed her, your locker was in the grouping next to hers. You shared the area with Haley. You changed as fast as you could so that Haley would have time to change before practice starts. Speed walking into the gym, Zara was hot on your trail wearing a shit eating grin.

“Why are you in such a rush? Giving your girlfriend the silent treatment?”

“Zara. We aren’t dating. For the last time, we’re both heterosexual, not homosexual!” You wildly gestured with your hands to emphasize your point, your voice being amplified by the vast gym. Coach Williams gave you a confused look from across the gym. 

“You just keep telling yourself that.”

“I’m serious.”

“Hi serious,” a soft voice replied from behind you, “I’m Jazzy.”

You groaned at the pun at the same time Zara started cackling, giving the short libero a high five. “Nice!”

“That was so bad, Jaz.” You couldn’t help the smile that found its way onto your face.

Zara poked your cheek with a wide grin. “C’mon, you’re smiling!”

“I am and I hate it.”

Your bickering continued with Jazzy watching you two with a content smile. The remaining members of the team (Haley, Marlene, and Zuri) filed into the gym right as Coach Williams blew her whistle. 

Practice went by slowly without Haley talking to you. Sure, you had the rest of the team, but it didn’t feel the same with you guys ignoring each other. If the team or Coach Williams noticed you two not talking to each other, they didn’t say anything. By time practice was over, you all went to the locker room to change. After slipping into your fuzzy pajama pants, you sat on the bench and texted Wilbur to come pick you up. He was supposed to pick you up after practice today because he and Techno took the car home after school. Five minutes passed and he still didn’t reply. He probably won’t see the text until you got home from walking.

You sighed, resting your chin in your palm as you leaned forward. One by one, the girls left the locker room until it was only you and Haley left. 

“Do you need a ride (y/n)?” She asked gently.

“But what if the person sees us together? I can just walk home, it’s not really a big deal.”

She rolled her eyes at you. “It is a big deal. It’s cold and dark out. You could get kidnapped or something. You don’t even have a coat with you. I’m giving you a ride whether you like it or not.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at her and stood up to walk next to her, “okay, mom.”

“Don’t give me that attitude young lady.”

“You can’t tell me what to do, you’re not my real mom!”

She gasped and lightly smacked the back of your shoulder, “I married your- are you alright? Shit, I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, you’re good. It’s just this damned bruise.”

She moved her hands and frantically turned you around to pull the neck of your shirt down. You two stood in front of the school’s main entrance with the nauseatingly bright fluorescent light bouncing off the reflective surface of the tiles. The orange tinted street lights lit up the sidewalk outside.

“(Y/n)-”

“I know what you’re gonna say.”

She scoffed, “oh really? What am I gonna say then, o wise one?”

You turned around to face her, “‘oh, this is bad, yadda yadda yadda.’ Everyone’s been saying that about it. Honestly it looks worse than it feels. Tis but a scratch, m’lady.”

She snorted and covered her mouth, “never call me ‘m’lady’ ever again.”

You started to walk to her car in the empty parking lot. “Or what? What’re ya gonna do?”

“I swear to god, (y/n), I’m gonna leave you here.”

“Do it, pussy. Bet you won’t.”

“You really wanna bet?”

You grinned at her, “hell yeah.”

She broke off into a mad dash to her car, laughing freely into the night sky. You chased after her trying not to move your arms much, your laugh mixing with hers like a perfect symphony composed of the world’s best musicians. The sound of your rubber soles slapping the pavement resonated throughout the parking lot as you quickly gained on her. Reaching out to grab her shirt, she smirked at you and sharply turned to the right into the grass.

You grinned as her pace slowed down slightly. You’d be able to catch her at this pace. You pushed your legs to move faster as she looked at you from over her shoulder and shrieked in surprise at how close you were to her. You cackled at her reaction, reaching out once again, you grabbed her hand. She was stopped dead in her tracks as your shoulder was yanked with the sudden momentum, making you hiss in slight pain. Despite that, you didn’t let go of her soft hand. 

You both stood there under the moonlight and the soft orange street lamps trying to  catch your breath. The slightly damp blades of grass tickled your ankle as you shifted to face her better. Through gasping breaths and a dopey grin, you said “you… lost, pussy.”

She let out a breathy laugh as she pulled you to her car. “Shuddup.”

“Make me~”

She opened the passenger side door for you and got into the driver's seat. Her car smelled like vanilla and citrus. “Oh, you will later when I make you do more sets in weight lifting tomorrow, hurt shoulder be damned.”

She turned on the ignition and the car revved to life, soft indie pop wafted from the speakers. She backed out of the parking space and sped off to the main road. “You wouldn’t…”

“I’m your captain, (y/n). I can make you do whatever I want.” You felt your cheeks heat up a tad. You were happy that she couldn’t see you.

“Naw, you’re too much of a softie for that. Admit it, I’ve got you wrapped around my little finger.”

She chuckled as she pulled into your driveway and put the car in park. “...Alright, maybe you do. Just a bit.”

She turned to look at you. She looked stunning with the shadows accentuating the contours of her face perfectly. You found yourself glancing at her lips and leaning slightly towards you. To your surprise, she started leaning into you as well. Before your lips could finally mesh together, she pulled back with a sigh and ran her hand through her hair. You felt a rush of disappointment and fear course through your veins. She didn’t like you like that, you should’ve known better. You were so stupid. So, so stu-

“I can’t (y/n). I want to kiss you so bad, but we can’t. Not yet at least. Not until we find the pervert that took those pictures of us.”

You sighed, “right.”

The car was filled with awkward silence. Not even the soft music streaming from the speakers could alleviate the awkwardness. God, you really screwed up your friendship, didn’t you? Sammy, Adrian, and Annie were right; you messed up everything you touched.

You coughed, “I think I’m gonna…”

“Yeah…”

You grabbed your bag and walked into your house, the smell of chicken slapping you in the face instantly. Without checking in with your dad, you hurried up the stairs, desperate for the warm comfort of your bed. That, and if you wanted to get Sammy’s presentation and Adrian’s, Annie’s, and your research papers done by Friday, you had to start as soon as you could. You were going to skip dinner for tonight, you’d just grab more breakfast tomorrow morning. 

You plopped on your bed and got started on your research paper. Luckily, you already had all of the sources you were planning on using and the rough outline of each body paragraph, so writing the actual paper wasn’t going to take long. You worked until you heard a knock at your door. 

“(Y/n),” Techno’s monotone voice called out, “dinner’s ready.”

“Tell Dad I’m not hungry. Practice’s got me beat, I’m going to bed soon.”

He grunted, “you know he’s not gonna like that right?”

You felt frustration start to swim circles around your chest, “Techno, just tell him that I’m not hungry right now. Please.”

“Damn, you don’t need to be like that. I’ll tell him.”

You heard his stomping footsteps thumping down the hall. Shit, you pissed him off. You were a terrible person, he was just trying to get you to eat something, Pushing back the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes, you forced the panic that was starting to swirl around your body in laps deep into your being. You didn’t have time to deal with your failures and stupid emotions, you had to get this done. You didn’t have time to think about Haley’s warm breath ghosting across your lips. You didn’t have time to think about how she probably regretted almost kissing you. You didn’t have time to fall into an anxiety spiral, you needed to focus if you wanted Adrian, Annie, and Sammy to forgive you. You ruined yours and Haley’s friendship and did the same to yours and Techno’s. They were the only ones you had left. You needed to be a better friend.

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[y0itsbri]

shameless summer series - lifeguard au 🥽🩲🌊

debbie has her eye on the new lifeguard at the public pool. unlucky for her, said lifeguard already has his eye set on a different red-headed gallagher.

(think like s2 era)

also happy a.u.gust! @gallavichthings

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"Debs, why do I gotta take you to the pool again this week? I thought you already fixed whatever was the problem with that blonde bitch," Ian whined, shoveling cereal into his mouth. Two tubes of sunscreen sat on the table in front of him.

"It's not about her anymore." Debbie retorted, like it was the simplest thing.

"Okay. Then what is it about?"

"Nothing!"

"Ask her boyfriend." Carl yelled over his video game in the living room, taking any opportunity to embarrass his sister.

Ian and Debbie's voices overlapped with a "Boyfriend?!" and "He's not my boyfriend-- Carl I'm going to fucking kill you!"

Debbie tossed a fork at Carl's head.

"Oh, now I'm definitely in," Ian laughed and winced before Debbie could throw a fork his direction.

--

The walk to the pool was relatively quiet aside from the rhythmic smacking of their sandals against the gravely pavement.

Debbie leapt a few strides, trying to outrun her shadow and failing each time. Ian chuckled, pulling the towel around his neck and swinging his keychain with the other hand.

Now that it was just the two of them, he tried again.

"Soooo," he drawled. "What's with this secret boyfriend?"

Debbie sighed. "He's not my boyfriend. Well, not yet."

"Hmm?"

"He's one of the new lifeguards since Justin got attacked by that dog last week."

Justin still owed Lip a beating for something or other so Ian was glad he didn't have to deal with Justin today, at least.

"You think this new lifeguard is a little too old for you?" Ian wondered.

Debbie shrugged. "Not like it matters much."

Ian couldn't argue with that logic. "I'll kick his ass if he bothers you, yeah?"

"Please. He doesn't even look at me. Even when I was fake-drowning." She skipped down the sidewalk, nearing the pool entrance.

Ian shook his head. His sister was something else.

--

After they set their towels down, Ian's eyes scoured the lifeguard chairs immediately. Too-tan-Toni, shrimp-speedo-Sam, and holy-fucking-shit. Was that Mickey Milkovich?

Ian hadn't let himself think about Mickey since he left town. But it was hard not to now that he was right in front of him again. Shit.

Mickey spread out across his chair, sunglasses low on his nose, watching the newcomers and he smirked before glancing back towards the pool. He blew his whistle and yelled at some kid to 'slow the fuck down unless you wanna bust your ass -- and I ain't fixing you up!'

Ian was brought back to the moment by Debbie's hands waving in front of his face. "Helloooo, earth to Ian! Sunscreen?"

Ian could've sworn he heard a chuckle coming from the direction of the lifeguard chair as he dug the sunscreen out of his shorts pockets. No. He was just being paranoid. His cheeks blushed regardless.

"Is that...?" Ian nodded his head towards the raven-haired man.

"Shhh!" Debbie slapped him on the arm. "Don't make it obvious!"

Ian rolled his eyes at her ridiculousness.

He covered Debbie's back and shoulders in the high resistance sunscreen before she took off towards the side of the pool with the diving board, eager to show off her skills.

He yelled after her. "Wait, fuck, Debs you forgot..." He glanced around.

His eyes definitely locked with Mickey's now.

Fuck.

Mickey hopped off his chair, waving his hand to dismiss his crowd of moon-eyed preteen girls and middle-aged women in scandalous bikinis. Ian would have shuddered at the thought if Mickey wasn't making a bee-line directly towards him.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Fuuuuuck.

"'Sup, man? Been awhile..." He smirked. "Raggedy Ann run out on ya?" Mickey bowed his leg out on his final step towards Ian, a little closer than he expected.

"Uhhh...." Real smooth, Ian. His words were bound to fail him again with the man in such close proximity to him, so he simply held up his bottle of sunscreen and shrugged.

"Toss it here," Mickey coolly demanded.

Ian was thoroughly confused, but threw it anyways. "What?"

"You heard me, Red. Turn around, I'll get your back."

"Protecting and serving the local ginger kids at the pool?" Ian joked weakly, finding his voice again.

Mickey huffed a breath. "Fuck the pigs. The only thing I'm protecting is your ass from a sunburn."

Ian was still confused as to why Mickey was offering to rub his back at a very public pool when he would have literally beaten his ass for looking his direction before.

All of Ian's thoughts subsided as he felt sturdy hands push the warming liquid around his shoulder blades, up his neck, then down his spine. Mickey's thumb digging deep into his muscles. He suppressed his urge to shiver despite the rising temperatures of the hot Chicago summer.

At least he thought he had suppressed it. A huff of air on the back of his neck said otherwise.

Mickey started pulling his hands away and Ian leaned back into them again. Mickey whacked the side of his head before tossing the bottle of sunscreen onto the chair in front of them.

"No free massages, man. Just sunscreen." Mickey licked the corner of his mouth and looked from the ground up to Ian's eyes.

He had to know how devious he looked. Ian didn't want to be presumptuous, but he just held eye contact.

"Unless," Mickey veered, slowly backing away, "the favor was returned in one way or another." He winked.

Ian stood, mouth agape as Mickey turned and waved again to the group of girls who still hadn't taken their eyes off of him. He hopped up onto his chair, whistle in mouth in no time like nothing had ever happened.

What the fuck was going on?

--

Ian spent the next few hours very much Not Looking At Mickey despite feeling a heated stare on him.

Even when he was having a breath-holding competition with Debbie, his brain couldn't stop the endless stream of Mickey Mickey Mickey.

After Debbie's third win, Ian felt like he was on the verge of passing out, so he returned to his towel, chugging his water bottle.

In a moment of weakness, he glanced at Mickey, only to find him already staring. Mickey tilted his head towards the main building and quietly dismissed himself to go on his break.

Ian knew.

He wasn't that stupid. He knew Mickey wanted him to follow. And he knew that it wouldn't be a good idea. All the while, his feet took him closer.

The building felt even hotter than the outside, the AC must've gone out and no one bothering to replace it.

This was a bad idea.

Ian was just about to turn around and leave when he heard the click of a lock.

"'Bout fuckin' time," Mickey stalked forward, eyes raking up and down Ian's body appreciatively.

Ian was putty.

He groaned as he let himself be pulled forward by the hips. "Didn't know you were a lifeguard?"

He sighed as Mickey toyed with the band of his shorts in between his tattooed fingers. His nails scraping dully against his sides.

"Dad got shanked. Family business went under. Had to go legal." Mickey's hands moved upwards as he raked his fingers through the sides of Ian's still-wet hair, gripping onto the back of his neck. Ian slid his own hands up Mickey's back, pushing his red tank top up with it, exposing his pale skin.

"Missed this." It was a whisper.

Ian attached his lips to the side of Mickey's neck briefly, tasting remnants of salt, chlorine, and sunscreen, before Mickey sunk down to his knees. Ian's hands were now gripping dark hair, and he was sure that the rocky pavement of the unfinished building had to be digging into Mickey's skin, but he made no sounds of discomfort.

Sure, he missed this, but he missed him more, not that he could say that.

--

On the walk home, the sun was hanging low in the sky and both Gallaghers' cheeks were sunburnt pink.

"Did ya have fun?" Ian asked, knocking his empty water bottle against the top of Debbie's head.

She scrunched her face up, but replied with some pep in her voice. "Yeah! Today the hot life guard actually looked at me! Maybe bringing you around was good luck."

No way in hell Ian was going to out Mickey to his little sister, let alone out himself. He put on a big-brother reassuring smile and changed the subject.

"Good luck for you maybe. I lost literally all of our competitions today!"

She giggled, "That was all skill, not luck. Frank's been helping me practice!"

Frank? Maybe Ian needed to spend a little more time at home. On the other hand, maybe it was a good thing Ian hadn't been spending a lot of time at home.

--

Ian left after dinner unannounced, taking his well-worn trail to the baseball dugouts.

When he approached the field, he noticed a small orange flame illuminating the man's face and a cloud of smoke fog through the chained fence. He smirked.

"Couldn't get enough the first round?" Ian taunted, announcing his presence as he leapt over the fence, an old habit.

"Fuck you, man," Mickey scoffed and blew his smoky breath in Ian's grimacing face.

"Oh I think you plan on it." He stepped closer.

"Is that so?"

"Mmhmm," Ian plucked the cigarette out of Mickey's fingers. "Can't have you with bad lungs, then what will all the poor defenseless swimmers do without a capable lifeguard?"

"Let 'em drown," Mickey smacked Ian's cigarette out of his hands and closed the distance between them.

"It would crush your groupies to know you care so little," Ian murmured against his neck.

"This is a bad idea," Mickey breathed, tugging at Ian's crumpled shirt.

"The worst," Ian yanked his shirt fully off.

Mickey pulled back, eyeing Ian's now-bare back.

"Mmm, no sunburn. That would've ruined my plans." Mickey smiled smugly.

Oh shit.

Ian swallowed. He was already way too far off the deep end. Luckily for them both, Mickey knew how to swim.

#every time i write it gets slightly smuttier skskjfndkjnf #my posts #gallavich #a.u.gust #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #debbie gallagher #carl gallagher #ian x mickey #shameless fanfic #shameless fanfiction #gallavich fanfic #gallavich fanfiction #shameless

[razorblade180-heated]

Too much

[It’s a smut]

It was a normal day at Beacon. Same old classes. Same old delicious lunches. Same old Blake. Well, not entirely. The girl had a problem, a snag if you will. She was currently on her bed in her school uniform, sulking more than she usually does. She patiently waited for the door to open. As she did, The words of Weiss Schnee replayed through her brain…

xxxxx

“YOU ARE DATING J-” The heiress’s mouth was covered quickly by Blake, who looked panicked.

“Ssssshhhh! What part of secret did you not understand!?” Blake said through her teeth, “we don’t want attention.”

Weiss swatted the hand away and whispered, “Sorry, but you should know better than to reveal truths out of the blue like that by now. This is crazier than the last one to be frank.”

Blake wasn’t too thrilled in Weiss’s choice of words in regards to White Fang secret, but now wasn’t the time to bicker. Blake needed her help. “Weiss, I’d like…advice. Also a bit of help.”

“Okay? On what exactly?” The concern in her voice was palpable.

Blake’s face grew a little red. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. “Any...any ideas to get a guy to sleep with you?”

Now it was Weiss’s turn to blush. “Just who do you-” she lowered her voice in consideration, “just who do you think I am!? Why are you coming to me for this!?”

“Yang gets too involved in people’s business and Ruby is...she’s Ruby! I love the girl but this is not the topic she can handle.”

Weiss looked Blake up and down. Why the girl needed help was beyond Weiss’s comprehension. It was shocking Blake wasn’t beating admires back with a stick! “How long have you been dating Jaune?” She asked.

“About...five months now? That sounds right.”

Weiss could not believe her ears. Five months, how has no one noticed!? How didn’t she notice? Then again, she did find it a bit out of character of Jaune when he stopped all of romantic efforts. Looks like this was the reason why. It might’ve been her ego talking but it stung a little to know a guy moved to the next letter in her team’s name. Would Yang have been next if Blake, hold on. A thought just occurred.

“Did you ask him out, or did he ask you?” Weiss was very curious about this

Blake blinked. That was an unexpected question. “Me, why”

“No reason.” Well that actually made Weiss feel a bit better. Not that she cared or anything! “Why do you need help with...that? I would think he’d be all over you. Can’t you, ya know? Drop hints?” A terrible expression hit Weiss. “Please tell me that dunce is ignoring basic signs?” She groaned. It would only make sense.

Blake must’ve agreed because she laughed a little. “Hehe, No Weiss, he isn’t.” Blake rubbed her head in embarrassment, “He’s well aware I’m down for sex. With all the neck kisses and body touches, the message is clear.” Blake saw Weiss’s face scrunch up. “What?” She said defensively.

“It’s unpleasant thinking about Jaune in anything less than his armor. You know that hoodie apparently has a rabbit on it, right?”

“Grow up, and that hoodie is fine. You walk around pretending to be taller than 4’11”

“I just like these shoes, and I’m five feet even when they’re off!” She proclaimed, “What is the matter then? Does he not find you physically- actually, don’t answer that.” Weiss didn’t need to know any physical reactions from Jaune. “Just tell me what typically happens as safely as possible.”

Blake took a deep sigh before speaking. “It’s usually the same song and dance. We go on dates, have a good time, find a place to get cozy, I start making moves, he starts building a little momentum, but then he stops.” Even with the bow on, Blake’s ears were clearly drooping. “He just apologies and says he can’t!”

Weiss raised a brow, “That’s it?”

“Yeah.” Blake nodded, “that’s the long and short of it.”

The problem sounded simple, and normal. Like… too normal. Weiss knew besides herself, Blake was the smartest on their team. Although not sociable, Blake could read a room better than Yang or Ruby. “Blake…” Weiss said, befuddled, “How is Jaune on these dates? Attitude wise, like is he nervous?”

“No, not really. We just talk and have fun. In the beginning we were both a little awkward but now we talk and act like we’ve known each other for a long time.”

Now Weiss was a little jealous at Jaune this time! Five months was all it took to get Blake chatting like an old friend!? The amount of groundwork Weiss and the terror sisters had to put in for Blake to even go out into town casually with them was at least two months' work! Now she’s over here trying to sleep with the guy, a thing nobody saw coming.

“I gotta say, this whole thing feels a little wild. To think five months of secrecy lead to this conversation? If he’s as calm you say then I can’t think of many reasons to panic. I mean I get someone having a little anxiety when giving up your first time, but I hear that’s mainly on the girl’s part. You’re all calm though.” Weiss said. She wasn’t expecting Blake’s eyes to shift away slightly, as if the girl was hiding something. “You are calm, right?”

“Huh? Yeah I’m totally calm” Blake clucked her tongue, “because...it’s not my first time.” Her body swayed back and forth out, trying to finish her sentence. “I’ve been in a couple relationships before this. Some good, some abysmal.”

Yet another surprise to add to the list. “Wait, you’re not a virgin?” Weiss couldn’t believe this. Who knew Blake surpassed her in many social and mature experiences. The way she usually was, Weiss couldn’t imagine Blake being that way. The girl once spent an entire weekend reading in the dorm room. This new information though made Weiss come to realize that she previously assumed. She just had to ask one more question. “Does Jaune know that?”

“Of course.” Blake said, feeling a little insulted. “I wouldn’t lie to him or not be open enough to talk about my past.

Weiss sighed in disbelief at her faunus friend. Perhaps her assessment of Blake reading a room well was a little off. As much as Jaune had been annoying to Weiss, she felt bad for his clearly anxious soul. “Blake, I expect this kind of cluelessness from our leader.”

Blake looked rough left and to the right as if anyone else was there to explain. “Uhhh what?” She said, actually a little stumped.

Weiss put her hands together like she was dealing with an interviewer with zero experience. “Let’s put it this way. You have asked me why your boyfriend, who is most definitely a virgin, shys away from sleeping with you? A beautiful girl who’s already had experience. Ya don’t think he’s you know, incredibly nervous of not meeting pre-established expectations? You know you’re boyfriend, Jaune Arc, the same Jaune Arc that worries about everything else in his life going well?”

Blake just...sat quietly for a moment. Her brain wasn’t even having a gears turning moment. She was upset with herself that those gears weren’t spinning from the beginning. There was nothing to figure out at all! She had simply glanced over that possibility! Her hands held her head as she let out a long groan. “Uuuuugggg What is wrong with me? Of course he fucking is. I’ve been so caught up thinking I was doing something physically wrong, or I was wrong.”

A part of that sounded like baggage. Baggage Weiss wasn’t about to unpack. “Well, question solved. Unfortunately, he’s right to worry. I can’t imagine anybody giving a good first performance. Has he even seen you fully naked?”

“We’ve sent pictures, and did a bit of touching. That second one though was always in...un-private areas, so clothes stayed on.

“Did you just tell me you two are doing things in public?” Weiss criticized. At this point, the girl known as Blake Belladonna might as well be a stranger. Weiss didn’t know this person! Her Blake was not this forward. When did they have time for any of this!? Was she not actually reading in the dorm room!!? “Also, I may not have ever slept with a woman, but I’m sure seeing their assets over a screen is less stressful than in my face.

Blake uncovered her face. “Explain Yang walking out the shower naked then?”

“That’s not stress you see, that’s envy. Next time she does it I’m turning the droplets on her into ice, and stop changing the subject!”

Blake threw her arms up, “Having a secret relationship means not having access to our dorms. That actually brings us to the favor I mentioned…”

“No, I will not give you money for a hotel.” Weiss deadpanned.

Blake’s jaw fell open. “Why not!? It doesn’t have to be a suite.”

Weiss rubbed the bridge of her knows as she thinks about her bank account. “No one carries enough cash to pay for a hotel room. Theoretically I could swipe my credit card, but then the bill is now in my purchase history. I do not need to explain in any capacity why I’m staying in a hotel. A person is bound to assume what I’m doing is exactly what you want to do. Nah uh, can’t do it.” Blake put her head down. Weiss couldn’t help but feel a little bad for her. She’s clearly been putting in the effort to sleep with Jaune, for some reason. Well he was...no no, that’s a rabbit hole that could stay closed. “How long do you need with him?” Weiss asked, committed to solving this problem for the sake of already being included.

Blake’s head popped up quickly . “Two, no, three hours. Give or take an extra half hour.”

Weiss blushes, “wh..why so long?”

“Just in case…” Blake mumbled, “Anything could happen.”

“For three hours? What are you, an animal in heat?” It didn’t even take a second for Weiss to realize how fucked up that question was. She placed her hand over Blake’s mouth as her friend's eyes were getting hostile. “Sorry! That was unrelated to anything, honest!”

Blake was kind enough to believe Weiss at her word, but still petty enough to lick the girl’s hand, making her shriek.

“Eeeiiik!!! Blake!”

“Three hours please.”

Weiss sighed, “Fine. Getting Ruby and Yang to stay out of there that long is doable. They always wanna drag me around to do things that will give me ‘culture’ as they put it. How are you gonna handle Jaune?”

“I….good question.”

Yep, definitely doesn’t read the room well. “Blake, just be easy with him. Reassuring words, all that stuff. It’s his first after all.”

Blake was surprised by the advice. “Wow, that’s really sweet of you to care about him like that.”

Weiss crosses her arms and turns away. “I’m doing this for you, not him. And for me. Jaune moping is way worse than when he’s confident. Hmph!”

xxxxx

“Come on Jaune! What’s taking so long?” Blake thought, fidgeting on her bed. A click of the door lock made her jump to her feet as it opened slowly. Jaune’s head peaked into the room, confused.

“Umm hello?”He looked to the right and saw Blake. “Oh, hey. I got your text and Weiss told me to swing by the moment I could. Everything okay?” Jaune walked in completely and shut the door. Something about this felt uncharacteristically serious. Even for Blake.

She took Jaune’s hand and guided him towards her bed to sit. “Okay, how to start this?” She sighed.

“I hope it starts with you telling me this isn’t a break up?” He said, worrying that he was in trouble. “That would be nice.”

Blake rubbed his back and smiled. “Relax, this isn’t that kind of talk. It’s actually...kinda the opposite.”

“The opposite? Like...marriage?” Jaune’s eyes widened. He wasn’t expecting that kind of conversation. “Don’t you think we’re too young for all that?”

Blake’s face turned red. The fact that’s where his mind went was actually pretty sweet. “Sex Jaune. I see how you got there, but I was referring to sex.” Blake mumbled. “Can we talk about it? We keep building up to it, but then you stop.”

His face got red. “I...it’s just…ummm” he couldn’t find the words. If Yang was here then he was sure a cat having his tongue pun would’ve been said. Jaune rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed about wimping out. Speaking only got worse when Blake took it upon herself to straddle his lap. Gods, she was too beautiful. Her eyes left him defenseless. The way her hands slowly ran up his chest and over his shoulders as the smell of lavender wafted over him. “Bl-Blake?”

“I like you.” She suddenly confessed, “I like you for who you are. The things you can do, can’t do, and never have done; I’m okay with all of it. If you’re thinking I’m ranking you to any previous experience, you’re wrong. The only experience I think about with you, is us. Our experiences.” Her right hand pulls his collar away from his neck. The urge to bite her lip is overwhelming as an urge in her core starts to burn. “Let me experience you.” She whispers. Blake leans in and begins kissing his neck. Honestly, she wanted to take things slower for his sake, but all but yearned for Jaune to touch her. So much so that it was a bit dizzying.

Jaune’s body flinched as Blake’s lips grazed his neck, nipping and licking it. “Blake…” Jaune moaned. His mind was still playing catch up, but his body was right on pace. His hands traveled up the feline’s toned legs and squeezed the round ass that rested on his lap, earning him a moan. Blake moved from his neck and captured his lips. Her hands went to his jawline to keep his face close. As if he thought about escaping.

Blake openly moaned as she felt his fingers kneed her ass like dough. She caught him by surprise when she slipped her tongue into his mouth, luring his into her own. Slowly, Blake locked her body back and forth to stir him up. The low groan he let out was a good sign she had done her job. Still, they have gotten this far before. Blake was determined to get further.

Her lips finally freed Jaune. The boy was flushed completely, catching his breath in rhythm with hers. Blake took the opportunity to remove only her blazer, then brought Jaune’s left hand away from her ass and onto her breast. Her fingers overlapped his and pressed down, making him squeeze it gently. “Touch me…” the lust in her voice flowed like a river. The way she felt Jaune’s hand quiver told her that he was still pretty anxious.

Jaune found it within himself to bring both of his hands to the top button of her shirt. A small smile on Blake’s face appeared as she closed her eyes and puffed her chest out a bit more as a sign to go ahead. “Take your time.” She said. Being patient wasn’t Blake’s strongest quality, but with Weiss’s advice in mind, she did her best to contain herself. It was funny. Jaune being nervous was actually making her heart beat faster.

Cool air hit her chest as her shirt was undone, revealing a purple lace bra. Firm hands went around her back. “I can handle the bra if you’re having tr-” a little pop noise was made as her bra strap was undone faster than her shirt. “Trouble…” she finished.

Jaune let out a sheepish chuckle. “Hehe, seven sisters, remember. I’m no stranger to how bras work. They left them everywhere.

“Jaune, you’re like a bag of tricks.” Blake smiled, “I just never know what comes next with you. That being said, I have a good idea that I'll be leading from here.” Blake let her bra fall, making Jaune gasp under his breath. Blake found his reaction to her D sized chest. His face got redder by the second as Blake brought his hands to them.

Jaune refused to speak. He’d hate to ruin the mood right now. He couldn’t believe how soft Blake felt. The way his fingers pressed against her as he massaged each boob. His pointer fingers grazed over her pale, pink nipples made the girl settle more into his lap.

“Mmmm~” Blake moaned, biting her lip from the touch. Jaune took it as a sign to keep going. A wise choice. Blake once again started to buck her hips against what had to be Jaune’s rock hard erection. Even with clothes on, it’s heat reached Blake’s equally hot core. Blake’s hands got busy. She scooted back a bit for them to have enough room to unbuckle Jaune’s pants. Her fingers traced along his lower stomach before dipping below the waistband and wrapping the throbbing erection. Blake leaned forward to capture his tongue yet again as he groaned from the feeling of her nimble fingers stroking his down.

Blake managed to pull his length up and out of his pants completely. She scooted forward again and rubbed his exposed cock against her wet panties. Her clit ground against the shaft. Blake mewled lustfully from Jaune squeezing her breast harder than before. Blake felt her tongue get drawn in and sucked on lightly. Someone was getting excited. The hot precum that ran down her hands only made it easier for Blake to pump faster.

Jaune couldn’t contain his groans and grunts. His hands gripped Blake’s ass again to hold her close. His kiss with her was broken by her going to kiss and bite his neck. “Blake…”

“Sshhh” Blake whispered, “cum for me.” If it wasn’t for her underwear, Jaune’s cock would be sliding up and down her soaked folds right now. The tip pressed against her clit and sent a shiver through Blake’s body that made her grind harder against it. She could tell Jaune was at the end of his rope. His hands gripped her even tighter as Jaune’s throbbing length finally let out a thick white seed that painted Blake’s moist thighs and panties. Blake smiled seductively as she slowed down the roll of her hips, letting him ride out his pleasure and wring out whatever remained inside.

“Blake!” Jaune hissed from the pleasure. Her hands pressed against his rising chest, making him lean back until his forearms had to support his body. Blake dismounted him to stand up for a moment then raised the sides of her soiled skirt, giving Jaune a clear view of the mess he made on the girl.

“Someone’s healthy.” Blake teased, “I wasn’t expecting so much.” Blake’s face became a deep red. Imagining the thought of this load inside her made her weak in all the right ways.

The sight of his and Blake’s arousal slowly trailing down her well toned legs was enough to leave anyone speechless. It didn’t help that her black panties were damp enough to outline the entrance to what Jaune would know to be a very intense experience. And as bad as he wanted it, Jaune couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed by his performance. “Not to kill the mood or sound ungrateful, but cumming alone is a bit… ehhh” was the best way he could describe himself.

Blake playfully rolled her eyes. Boys will be boys. “Well it’s not like we’re finished yet. Besides I literally told you cum. Rest assured I’ll get my moment a bliss before the end of this. Just have a bit of confidence. We’re still foreplaying.”

“I’m not an expert on this but is foreplay always this intense? I don’t think I’ve ever came that hard.” He admitted.

“It varies. Honestly...” Blake looked down at Jaune’s semi-flaccid dick. She slowly walked closer to the bed. Her hand tugged on Jaune’s slacks, prompting him to scoot down a bit more until Blake felt he was close enough. The young woman pulled a bit harder to pull his pants down and of the way of getting ruined. All why never taking her eyes off of him or is cum covered length. “....I like watching how good I make you feel.” She purred, getting excited again.

Jaune has no response to such a confession. Nor could he say anything as she bent over to grab his dick. Just her touching it was enough to make him grow. To get points even further across, Blake’s golden eyes looked right into his eyes as she made him tremble from placing her tongue at the base and lick up; agonizingly slow and deliberate too.

Blake took her time swirling around Jaune to collect the remnants of his load before taking him into her mouth for real. Jaune’s body tensed immediately and hand instinctively went to her head to brace himself as she bobbed up and down. His fingers wrapped around strains of hair, tugging them. Blake purred again with him down her throat and began watching him squirm.

“Blake!” He gasped. The girl only sped. Each time she went lower and lower while her tongue stroked the underside of his shaft. Before Jaune knew it, he was fully erect again and felt like he could cum again if she continued. “Blake! T-Timeout!” He yelled.

Blake gladly stopped. She had proved her point, gotten him hard again, and was pleasantly surprised to learn Jaune wasn’t that bitter in the slightest. Maybe it was his natural scent or something but Blake could see herself getting a bit too into sucking him off. That taste lingered on her and made her body burn up. “Need a break?”

“Not really.” He fibbed, knowing full well a girl who just went down him could probably tell just how into that experience he was. “I just… If I’m coming twice, I’d rather you get some action too.”

“Oh, okay.” Blake’s heart fluttered a bit. He really wanted her to feel good with him. “Then, let’s skip to the fun part.” Blake removed her panties that really should’ve removed earlier, along with the skirt.

Jaune marveled at his beautiful girlfriend who stood before him. Yeah they had sent pictures and sure she’s been topless for several minutes now, but it felt different once everything came off. Her long, beautiful legs went on each side of him, letting him have a full view of a wanting velvet core that hovered above his cock. A thin line of Blake’s arousal made both of teens blush as it dripped onto him. Jaune took his right thumb and pressed against her entrance, rubbing it slowly and watching how it coated his thumb.

“Mmmm~” Blake let out a breath that shook with excitement. Her chest began to rise and fall more distinctly and her back arched ever so slightly as she closed her eyes. “Please don’t fucking team me too long.” She moaned, nudging her hips to gain more friction.

Jaune was mesmerized by the way she acted. He sunk his thumb into her just to watch her crane her neck up and moan again. If he wasn’t excited before, he was now. “You’re so fucking wet…” pushing further in to feel her walls tighten. He kept a slow rhythm when pulling out, just to push right back in.

Blake bit her lip. Her hands ran up his shirt to expose his chest. She had to remember to thank

Pyrrha for putting Jaune through such rigorous training. He was well on his way to being the huntsman he so dearly dreamed of. It was funny but the more Blake thought it about, the more she realized what made her so drawn to him. Even when Jaune lacked experience, he set his sights high. Sure they could be a little too high at times, but you know what? There was something great about that. “I thought I told you not to tease me? I want you to give it to me.” Blake purred. She mustered the resolve to pry Jaune’s hand from her body and took hold of something much bigger and lively. “Ready for a ride? Just relax and let me lead okay?”

Jaune nodded. He watched Blake lower herself without a second thought. His hips instinctively bucked up as he felt the indescribable pleasure of wet, heated walls pulled him in tightly, refusing to let go. Jaune closed his eyes and gripped her waist.

“Feeling good?” Blake shuddered. The feeling of Jaune rubbing her insides so deep made her want to move immediately. Blake put her hands against Jaune’s chest and began rocking her hips. The grip Jaune had on her tightened. A low groan strained from his throat. Blake leaned forward until her breast pressed against him. “It gets better.” Her knees started feeling weak as raised her hips, having Jaune’s dick slid out until the tip remained. Blake then dropped her hips down, slamming his cock back inside of her. Again and again she did that, picking up the speed each time until the sound of her ass smacking against his lap filled the room and rocked the bed. Blake’s body was on autopilot. The feeling of her womb being invaded and walls being grazed, shocked Blake each time Jaune’s dick spearheaded inside of her wanting pussy. “Oh fuck yes…” Blake gasped, licking and biting Jaune’s neck.

The boy was going through it right now. Never had Jaune felt this kind of heat. No amount of foreplay could prepare anybody for this. Each slight movement felt like a jolt of lightning. His mind and body were conflicted. On one hand, Jaune wanted to hold out as long as possible. Yet his hips had other plans. Jaune couldn’t stop himself from timing his movements with Blake’s, thrusting deep into her for even greater pleasure

Blake had no problem with this whatsoever. “Ahhh~ just like that!” Blake encouraged, “You’re so deep...mmmm” the heat between them only grew. Their bodies worked up a sweat and Blake found herself panting more than moaning. Letting Jaune cum once was a good idea. Not only for him to last longer for this moment, but even Blake wasn’t confident her experience would give her an edge against his stamina. High sex drive or not, Blake knew herself well. Satisfying her needs wasn’t as trying as Jaune might think. Especially when she’s topping.

Blake sat up and leaned back a bit. She braced her hands behind her back and began rocking back and forth with Jaune completely inside of her.

Jaune couldn’t take his eyes off of Blake’s body as it grinded on him. The woman’s eyes were shut tight as she focused on the pleasure, while her boobs bounced from each rock. “You’re so beautiful.” He said without thinking. The compliment was heard though, since Blake immediately started going even faster. Jaune let out another groan. He wanted her so bad. Sitting still just wasn’t his style.

Blake’s concentration was broken when she felt strong arms around her lower back. She opened her eyes to see the blonde knight sit up as well. “Jaune?” She said confused. Instead of answering her. Jaune gave her a chaste but strong kiss before his mouth went suck on one of her tits. “Jaune!” She moaned, gripped his hair. Blake arched her back as she felt him lick and suck it, while groping the other one. The assault on her body only intensified when his remaining free hand fell to her ass to squeeze it while she continued to fuck herself on his dick until her mind felt foggy. “This is...too much!” Her hand clung to him. “And you were worried!?” She asked knowing he couldn’t speak right now.

Jaune might’ve been happy by the question if he wasn’t too busy fighting off his fast approaching orgasm. It was crazy Blake was the one saying he was doing too much. Her scent, the way her body pressed against his, the sounds that escaped her beautiful lips, and the way she moved her hips. As if she was trying to milk everything out of him all at once. Every part of her wax too much yet Jaune could only want more, surrendering to the embrace of her soaked walls. Jaune gasped for air. “Blake, I….I can’t...”

Words were beyond him. All he could do was buck in between Blake’s legs.

A seductive smile grew on her face as she went faster. “That’s right, fuck me just like this….and cum. Blake leaned into his, “Hard…”

A slave to her voice, Jaune obeyed Blake’s words without fail. He could only manage several more intoxicating moments before the urge to cum was too strong to deny. Jaune held her close and kept her there; shooting ropes white inside her.

Blake felt Jaune bite down on her shoulder as he filled her deep. All the rough touches and spasms was more than enough to push her over the edge. “Shit…” she said with a shrill voice. Her arms and legs wrapped tightly around his body and Blake buried her face in the crook of neck. Blake tried resisting but her nails dug into his back as her orgasm finally hit. Every muscle in her body tensed up. Her toes curled and she could feel Jaune throbbing inside her as her body tried taking everything the boy had to give.

Neither could speak. They could only cling to each other for what felt like forever before the waves of pleasures finally subsided. Blake was the first to loosen her grip. The girl's limbs released tension and she had zero desire to move an inch. It was only when Jaune went to tilt her head up by her chin that the two looked at each other with a mix of gratification and exhaustion. Blake positioned his hand for her head to rest in, purring at the feel of his touch.

Jaune let out at chuckle. He fell backwards onto the bed with Blake following him down. The girl laid on top of him and continued purring.

“Yeah I don’t see what you were worried about.” She said, teasingly.

“Hey, when Blake Belladonna says she wants to have her way with you, panic sets in. So, good time?”

Blake flicked his forward. “You have me laying on top of you naked and purring.”

“Yeah, fair point. Phew, well that’s good. I like making you happy.”

Blake blushed as she felt his arms hold her gently. “Hmm well looks like you’ve given me a new experience after all.”

“What, cuddling after sex?”

“Mmmhmmm.” Blake hummed, “No time to cuddle when you’re you know, working in a cult. Luxuries like that don’t exist.”

Jaune smirked, “Gee, I never would’ve guessed.” Blake pinched him for that sarcastic remark. Not that it actually did anything. “Well I’m happy to be your first post sex cuddle experience. Though it’s a little risky isn’t it?”

“We have like three hours before anyone shows up. It’s fine.”

“Not exactly the issue I had in mind but good to know.”

Blake’s eyelids felt heavy. That was until the feeling of Jaune’s hands on her butt shocked her away. The feeling of him swelling inside her again made her shudder. Stamina was dangerous. “Please, fifteen minutes. We have like three hours.” She groaned. “Then I’ll have you screaming all over again.”

“Fine by me, but this time I’m getting you off at least twice. Two to one just isn’t fair. I want you just as pleased as me.”

Looking back on things, Blake mentally retracted her statement about boys and their pride. Maybe it wasn’t so bad after all. “I’ll hold you to that.” Blake closed her eyes and got some rest.

xxxx

“We’re back!” Yang shouted as she walked in with her two teammates. She looked over to see Blake chillin on her bed reading in her sleeping clothes. “Gee if it wasn't for your clothes then I would’ve believed you actually sat there and read the entire time. I’m surprised you haven’t finished all of your books.”

“I’m a slow reader.” Blake blatantly lied. “I did finish a couple of times, books I mean.” Her eyes looked up from the pages to see Weiss staring at her in voiceless disbelief. She wiggled her eyebrows, making Weiss turn red.

The heiress turned around and walked out the room.

“Weiss, where are you going?” Ruby asked.

The Schnee sighed and kept walking. “A place that makes sense.”

Ruby didn’t know what that meant she looked at Yang who shrugged, then to Blake who masterfully controlled her laughter. “Huh, I guess Blake reading slowly through her for a loop?”

It was impossible for Blake not to place her book over her face and smile behind it. “Never change Ruby.” She muttered, “Never change.”

#rwby #blake belladonna #jaune arc #rwby knightshade #weiss schnee #ruby rose #yang xiao long

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Longstar AU plotpoints

For @blupple-pie, who requested more Longstar AU!  Thanks for the interest!

First off, the name changes for reference!

Longtail = Longstar

Princess = Flamewish

Tiny/Scourge = Frostfoot

Squirrelflight = Foxflight

Leafpool = Swiftpool

Snowkit = Snowthorn

Mistlekit = Mistlenose

Shrewpaw = Shrewleg

Lionblaze = Lionblossom

Jayfeather = Jaywhisker

Hollyleaf = Hollywish

Ivypool = Ivyleaf

And original Characters Flyshadow and Coldlight, kits that are claimed by Frostfoot as his own, but it’s unknown if he fathered them.  But he’s absolutely their dad, no matter the blood.

So I played very loose and free with the timeline, because a) it’s been a while since I read the original and b) I didn’t care, I just wanted to have fun!

Anyways, here’s the major plot points!

Wishkit survives and is found in the woods by some wandering humans who nurse her back to health, and rename her Nutmeg.  She falls for Jake, and has her litter.

The encounter with Tiny, Thistleclaw, Bluefur, and Tigerclaw goes as canon up to a point, but Tigerpaw hurts Tiny badly enough that Bluefur brings him back to Thunderclan.  He's in the Medicine cat den healing up, and bonds with Spottedpaw/leaf (I can’t remember how old she is) and eventually, he sees there’s something wrong.  After some coaxing, and talking with Bluefur (who’s starting to see Tiny as a surrogate son), she spills the beans about Thistleclaw, and hoo boy does he get permabanished reeeaalll fast, pretty much leaves a cat-shaped dust cloud.  Tiny becomes Frostpaw, and Tigerpaw gets mentored by uhhh Bluefur or Thrushpelt.  Then canon continues until...

The fight between Longtail and Rusty!  They’re fighting and Rusty’s pinned when out of left field WHAM!  Princess, who is a Concerned Sibling, sees Kitty Fight Club and her precious sibling getting walloped and absolutely Y E E T S Longtail off her bro.  Bluestar is thankfully impressed she snuck up on camp, and can toss a full-grown warrior like a leaf in a strong breeze, and decides to induct them both into Thunderclan.  Now Firepaw, seeing as he’s had some weird dreams, become’s Spottedleaf’s apprentice, and Flamepaw becomes Bluestar’s.  Canon continues, with character swaps and more apprentice interactions until...

Yellowfang!  See, Fireheart looks identical to Wishkit, except for his pelt, and Flamewish has her pelt.  So when Yellowfang tackles Firepaw while he gathers herbs, she has an emotional flashback, and cut to Firepaw bringing a traumatized old lady back home, Bluestar can I keep her?  Canon continues until...

The death of Lionheart...Longtail heroically throws himself into battle, and is named Deputy, to his and almost everyone’s surprise.  Tigerclaw does try to kill Bluestar later, but it’s both Longtail and Flamewish that confront him.  Longtail knocks him off her, and Flamewish yeets him out of the den.  Canon continues until...

Snowkit!  The hawk swoops but is intercepted by a pissed off Speckletail and Brackenfur, saving his life but at the cost of crippling Speckletail and sending her to the elder’s den when Snowkit and Mistlekit become apprentices.  Canon continues until...

Cloudkit!  So Flamewish wanders off to Two-leg place and comes back pregnant!  Whoops!  So Flamewish becomes nursery bound, and befriends Brindleface, who agrees to nurse Cloudkit, who becomes like a sibling to Fernkit, Ashkit, Flykit, and Coldkit.  Canon continues until...

Tigerstar attacking Windclan!  His attack on Gorsepaw appears to kill the apprentice, but after the attackers leave, he wobbles his head up like “Ha! Gottem!  I need a doctor!”  His injuries are substantial, but he survives, losing some hearing and walking with a severe limp, but compensating with keen vision and smell, and sharp tactical skills.  He later becomes Gorseflicker, then eventually Gorsestar!  Canon continues until...

At some point before Bloodclan shows up, but after the Dogs attack, Longtail, just promoted to Longstar, and Flamewish have a Feelings Jam and start cat-dating. She’s glad he didn’t make her Deputy, and likes Whitestorm for it. And somewhere in there, Frostfoot brings in two kits he claims are his now.  He found them, finders keepers. Canon continues until...

Bloodclan emerges!  But it’s not Scourge obviously, but a familiar face with a new name - Thistleclaw to Tyrant!  When Tigerclaw is revealed to have killed Bluestar, Tyrant whips around and uses his cat-openers on his former apprentice, insta-killing him on the spot.  The warning is given, the Battle happens, and a few new things happen as well! 

Whitestorm gets pinned by Bone, but the Apprentice Squad, with Flypaw and Coldpaw, knock him over and destroy his stupid face.  Graystripe defends Fireheart, still his best friend, from Darkstripe, but Darkstripe survives and limps off after the battle, with the ghost of Tigerstar whispering in his ear.

And that’s the first part!  Next up, the appearance of Darktail/Darkmoon, the Journey, and the Three!  Stay tuned, probably tomorrow!

#Warrior cats #warrior cats au #warriors #Longtail #Longstar #longstar au #rewrite #I need a name for this au #any suggestions? #my art

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Javier Peña x Male!reader

Rated T: 80’s flavored homophobia, f slur, established relationship(? Do booty calls count as established relationships?) set in the same universe as my other Javi x Male!reader but can be read on its own, I try to make all of my things like that tbh, references to smut but no scenes of it.

Uhhh, I think that’s it

Enjoy

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It’s a very stupid idea. Silly would probably be a better word considering it’s childishness.

But you’ve got a soft spot for the guy.

You’re a grown man and your palms are sweating as you stare at the date on your calendar.

February 14th.

What’s the worst that could happen? Really?

Javier gets mad, and that’d be a pretty big kick in the teeth.

Someone tells HR and the next thing you know the both of you are packed up and put on planes back stateside.

Arguably that’s the safest thing that could happen, but Javier is obsessed with the Escobar case. It’s become personal, not just a matter of pride.

And you’ve already bought the basket anyway.

You might as fucking well.

———

Everyone stares. Not entirely strange, seeing as everyone sort of knows you have a semi-regular sex life.

A few too obvious hickeys, a subtle limp, and Sandra sharing a wall with your bedroom, it was bound to happen.

Thank good the Embassy didn’t completely cheap out on the staff lodging, she can hear your headboard hit the wall, but not much beyond that.

“And what’s that?”

“A fruit basket Debra, I figured that would have been your first guess seeing as I’m holding it.”

She really doesn’t like you for some reason, you have no clue, maybe some unresolved personal issues.

“So there are other fags on payroll.”

You shrug, because you honestly don’t know.

“Don’t know, don’t care, doesn’t matter.”

Where you were planning to take a left you turn right heading for the elevators, this will have to wait until lunch break.

“So who’s the basket for then?”

Hitting the call button you think, if you do say Javier, that’ll be a whole mess on your end, maybe even some on his. But trying to blow her off would just make her more persistent.

You could say it’s lunch, that you got it on sale and figured a fruit basket would be better then the sad snacks you barely remember to get from the cafeteria.

The elevator dings.

“Well?”

You step in the cart and don’t answer.

———

Other people notice.

Of course they do, it’s a brightly colored basket wrapped in cellophane that crinkles every time you move.

Eventually, when the gossip runs dry and they all realize they aren’t going to get answers out of you, they decide on an early lunch.

Leaving you alone to glare at your stupidly obvious display of affection.

———

Javier’s back hurts, and he’s pretty sure his eyes are crossing every time he tries to read.

“Take a break.”

He grunts at Steve’s suggestion, there’s something in here he just knows it.

“Seriously, we’ve been at this since yesterday and you look ready to drop dead.”

Javier just flicks the ashes off of his cigarette in Steve’s general direction.

Steve huffs and brushes the ash off of his desk, “I’m telling you as a friend, take a break. All of this shit will be here tomorrow.”

Javier finally looks up, “Leaving early?”

“Hoped to,” Steve leans back, “Connie wants to go to dinner tonight.”

“On a Tuesday?”

Steve raises an eyebrow, “Figured you’d have your own plans for Valentine’s Day.”

Javier scoffs, why would he?

“Sorry, just figured since you were sort of seeing someone—“

“What?”

Now Steve looks confused.

“I figured you’d started seeing someone, was I wrong?”

You immediately come to mind. The two of you weren’t exclusive, and you sure as hell couldn’t be public, but Javier has to admit that he’s been going out of his way to see you more often. Even just a bit.

“What made you think that?”

It’s an obvious deflection, but if people can see enough of a change in him that they think he’s in a relationship, he needs to know what exactly they’re picking up on.

Steve shrugs, “You’ve seemed,” the man twists his lip as he thinks, “more content lately.”

Javier can feel the furrow in his brow.

Steve shrugs, “You’ve been smoking less.”

“I need to quit.” And you don’t like the taste or the smell.

“What really caught my attention though,” Steve leans back in his chair, “you don’t stare at every woman who walks past anymore.”

“I don’t-“

He does. Well he did. And he realizes as he thinks about it, that he doesn’t do that anymore. Why would he when he can just knock on your door and do more then just stare at your ass?

Steve seems satisfied with his being tongue tied, “So I’m heading out,” he snubs out his cigarette as he stands, “you can keep at this, but really, you look ready to keel over.”

With that, Steve grabs his keys and leaves.

———

You’re beginning to consider just eating the fruit and say it was lunch. The longer it sits on the edge of your desk, the longer it has to taunt you, and the more you continue to think that it was a down right stupid idea.

“Hey.”

You flinch before spinning around in your chair, taking in the empty office before stopping to look up at your DEA agent.

Your agent?

You pull a face at the thought, not that it’s bad, just that it’s unrealistic.

“Peña.”

“What’s with the basket?”

Was it too much to ask that he didn’t ask about the basket? Yes, yes it was. But you allow yourself only so much hope, so you tend to put it towards the little things.

Cringing, you turn to look at the fake wicker wrapped in clear plastic.

“Wasn’t thinking, and it was on sale.”

You can feel him staring.

“You can lie better then that.”

Your face twists like you bit into something sour.

———

Javier knows he shouldn’t have pried.

But with what Steve said, he’s on a bit of an emotional edge.

He can see you swallow.

“Honestly, I got it with you in mind.”

Javier’s gut twists.

You sigh, “Like I said, I wasn’t thinking.”

You spin your chair back around and open a drawer.

“Grab a seat, most everyone else has gone to lunch,” after digging around for a big you pull out a letter opener.

“And if anyone comes around, I can just say it’s a thanks for not being a dick about me liking dick.”

Javier doesn’t laugh, and he can see you stiffen at his silence.

Grabbing a chair he pulls it up to your desk.

“Well with how much you like mine, I probably should have gotten you something.”

Snorting, you tear open the plastic.

———

He’s making jokes, it’s not that he never makes jokes, but usually they’re subtler, darker, an attempt to cope with the stress of his work.

“Grapefruit?”

“Sure.”

You toss the citrus his way, picking an apple for yourself.

“So,”

Taking a bite, you make enough of a noise to tell Javier you’re listening.

“Why a fruit basket?”

Chewing, you turn to him, eyebrow raised, “Would you have preferred flowers?”

His mouth opens in a reflexive reply, but no sound comes out.

He begins peeling his grapefruit, “I don’t know actually.”

Humming, you swallow, “It’s not as obviously,” you wave your hand in the basket’s direction. You don’t think you could ever use the word romantic when referencing Javier.

“And it’s a little funny when you think about it.”

He makes a confused noise as he pops his thumb out of his mouth.

“The fruit getting you a fruit basket.”

He smiles just a little, and really that shouldn’t make you feel as good as you do.

“Javier!”

And there goes the moment.

“Thomson spending the day with his wife?”

Is what you just said to Sandra uncalled for? Yes, a bit.

But she’s been up your ass about the people you let up your ass, and frankly, you’re tired.

Also she sounds like a banshee when she cums, you don’t need to hear specific words to know that.

She makes a face at you, before turning to Javier and smiling.

“Do you need something Javier?”

If she bats her eyelashes any faster she’ll reach liftoff.

“No, I was just heading out.”

He stands and looks to you before flicking his eyes to the basket.

“You can take it if you want, I never expected to eat the whole thing anyway.”

Nodding he grabs the handle, but before he leaves you grab a few more pieces of fruit for later.

“So it was for Javier? You know he’s not into men.”

It takes a lot of genuine effort not to smile at that.

“Not really, it was for lunch, but I figured I’d share, seeing as he has had the decency not to call me fruit, fairy, or fag yet. Not to my face at least.”

She doesn’t have a response for that, so she just sort of stomps off to her desk.

———

Did you stay late on purpose? A little, Sandra asking questions put you on edge and you’d rather not have to deal with her unsurreptitiously peaking out of her front window at your door.

“It’s late.”

Humming, you lean back in your chair, “And I bet the complex sounds like sex.”

Tilting your head back you look up at Javier to answer his unasked question, “Sandra put me on edge.”

“Steve did the same to me.”

You turn to properly face him, “Murphy?”

He nods, eyes a bit distant as if in thought.

“Asked if I was seeing someone.”

You’ve been punched in the gut before, plenty of times, high school was not fun. This is like that but a bit to the left.

“Are you?”

It’s a loaded question, a really loaded question, one that has no right to be only two words but still so heavy.

Javier shrugs.

“I’ve never been good at relationships.”

It’s a non-answer.

Noncommittal.

Deniable.

You stand and begin to pack up your things.

“There’s a diner a few blocks over.”

Pausing you look back at Javier.

“Staying out a bit longer, wouldn’t have to listen to the-“ he vaguely waves his hand around.

You consider.

“My treat.”

You let yourself smile at that, “Sure.”

Making sure you have everything, you head to the elevator.

“Don’t get any ideas Peña, I don’t put out on the first date.”

His face makes a rather impressive string of expressions, settling on something just a little softer then his usual contemplative scowl.

A blessing and a shame you don’t turn around to see it.

#fanfiction #narcos #javier peña #javier peña x reader #m!reader #teen #archive-of-note

[midoriyas-wifey]

Round One, Fight!

Pairing: Midoriya x fem!reader

Rating: E

Words: 2.3k

Kinks: uhhh dom izuku and edging

Summary: Izuku edges reader a fuck ton i don’t really know what else to say except he’s a smug little bastard in this one. i blueballed myself writing and editing this 🥶

His warm, calloused hands ran down her sides, giving a slight tickle, while his face was deeply buried in the crook of her neck. She gave a silly giggle at the sensation.

"Something funny?" He purred, giving a firm nip to her neck, reveling in her gasp.

"No," she rasped, "I'm jus’ ticklish." He fully withdrew his head from her neck, mischief flashing in his green eyes. "Really?" He questioned, up to no good. Midoriya usually wasn’t the scheming type, but for his honey? He loved to do nothing more than tease and torment.

She eyed him with suspicion, familiar with his secret evil ways. His hands once again teasingly rubbed her tummy, earning a delicious squeak along with a squirm.

"Don't do that!" She squealed, her hands lightly on his broad, strong chest. "Have you forgotten that I'm the one in charge tonight?" He inquired with a quirk of his lips. Not giving her the chance to respond, he fully covered her swollen lips with his own, nipping and demanding entrance. He kissed the breath out of her, leaving her dizzy with pleasure. His silky tongue explored her mouth with purpose, before he drew out and surrounded her tongue with his lips; giving a sloppy suck. Both the lewd noise and sensation caused a zing of heat down low into her belly and cunt. Only she knew of his passionate affections, and he hers.

Never before had any kiss felt so good. His hands gripped onto her beautiful hair, urging her closer to him. He pulled back, soothing her raw, kiss swollen lips with gentle pecks. He gave a pleased hum at the glazed, hungry look in her eyes. She licked her lips, desire for more burning low in her belly. Whilst she was occupied by her thoughts, his hands snaked up the back of her shirt, one goal in mind: removing that that stupid bra. Her tits were set free after messing with the clasps for a moment. Her shirt was still in the way.‘How annoying’, Midoriya grunted; his famous patience near nonexistent. He furrowed his brows lightly before intentionally setting his face into a smug look.

Taking a step back from the breathless girl, he sat down and reclined onto his strong forearms on the bed. His jade eyes were rife with predatory intent. "Strip for me," he commanded. Just his voice was enough to give her jitters as she slightly squirmed in her spot. Heat rose across her face at the brazen order.

"Now." He growled out, impatient. Startled out of thought once more, she glanced up at him, looked down, and slowly took the hem of her shirt into her hand.

"Faster." He barked, taking pride in his unusually dominant demeanor. She quickly shed her shirt, the article of clothing flying overhead. Her nipples hardened at the sudden temperature change.

"All of it comes off." He purred, distracted by her beautiful tits. She once again felt heat in her face from his blatant stare. She shimmied out of her pants, leaving her in an admittedly comfy pair of panties..

"Good girl, just like I asked," he crooned. "But you're not finished yet."

“Come here,” he ordered. She nervously shuffled over to him, every bit the part she was playing. His hands gripped her hips, dragging her closer. Thumbs circling gently over her plush hips, he tucked his fingers into her panties, pulling them down over her legs. She stepped out of the garment that pooled at her feet. If she thought she couldn't have more heat in her face, she was wrong. She was sure that she looked like she was in a sauna as her lover's face drew near her thatch of curls. His hands shifted to the round, soft globes of her ass. Giving them a firm squeeze, he buried his face into her tummy, breathing in the heady scent of her arousal.

"I've barely touched you, and you're already so wet for me." His eyes shone with satisfaction and amusement. "So sensitive," he breathed. His hot tongue made an appearance on her belly, almost causing her knees to give out, and they would've, if not for his strong grip. At a snail like pace, he trailed his tongue down, further and further. His hot breath flushed over her pussy, shooting tingles up and down her body. He grabbed one of her plush thighs. pulling it up and propping it on the bed beside him to allow full access to his cute little cunny.

"Please," she begged.

He pulled his head away to look at her, feeling smug at her disappointed groan. Her hands tangled into his curly green hair, trying to push him back.

He knew very well what she wanted, but he was going to take his time.

"What?" He purred, kissing her belly. She groaned again. "Please" she gasped again, "I need..."

"What do you need?" He adored the frustrated look on her cute face.

"You..." She croaked.

“....To do...what?” Now he was just being an ass.

“Eat my pussy! Jesus fucking Christ, Izuku!”

"Was that really so hard?" He teased. She gave him a sharp look, which he replied to with a nip on her belly, and a light smack on her backside. She lurched forward in shock, giving him full access to his sweet prize. He finally used his thumbs to part her hot, slick folds. Her moan at the exposure to the cool air only served to boost his ego as he found her little nub. He nuzzled his face into her curls as his tongue slithered out for a taste of her cunt. "So sweet" he murmured, wanting more. His tongue delved further into her, aching for that delicious taste that only she had.

He had grown tired of his shallow position, so he quickly bound her hands behind her back with his long-discarded tie and flipped her over onto the bed. He now was hovering over her helpless form, ready for more. He easily spread her quivering thighs. His lips buried themselves into her, giving a firm, wet kiss. Her hips arched up, searching for more.

"None of that now," he mumbled against her lower lips. He firmly pushed her back onto the bed, leaving her squirming as his tongue came out to play. Plunging his tongue in as far as it could go, he hummed a meaningless tune as he traced a random pattern with his thumb, now placed on her clit. The woman let out a squeal at the new stimulation, writhing helplessly underneath him.

He was definitely getting a high from all the control. He gave a peek up to see her chest rising and falling rapidly, providing an enticing show.

'Only I’m allowed to see this side of her, no one else. Only me,' he thought with a possessive squeeze of his hands. She was close, he could tell, but he would feel her cream wrapped around his dick first.

He pulled back abruptly, leaving her with an aching pit at her core.

"Wha...?" She gasped.

"You can't leave me hanging like this!" She rasped.

He gave her one last teasing lick inside her folds and gave a sudden, firm suck right on her clit before pulling away with an all too-pleased smirk.

Completely withdrawing from the bed, he took a second to admire his handy work. He had left her a total mess, squirming and panting pathetically. Her eyes burned with fire, pleading for more.

He quickly stripped out of his remaining clothes, wanting nothing more than to stuff her cute little cunny.

Kneeling over her, he elevated her hips, teasingly brushing his dick over her clit, just enough to cause sparks, but not enough to satisfy.

"Tell me what you want." He purred. His self control was almost at its limit, but she was breaking.

"Just fuck me already!" She shrieked, tired of the games. She couldn't bear to see his smug smirk of triumph, so she threw her head back in to the pillow, waiting impatiently.

Her total submission was pleasing beyond words, so he decided to oblige her request. He gave a shallow stroke in, popping the fat head of his dick into her, before pulling out again. Her angry moan only served to amuse him as he gave a soft chuckle. He continued this slow, light pattern for a almost a minute, enjoying all too much tormenting her.

She felt like her insides were on fire, and a scream of frustration was crawling up her throat. Her hips squirmed uselessly against his, begging for more.

He increased his pace, giving a hard, deep slam that knocked the breath out of her. She let out a choked scream, needing more. His hips continually dipped at different paces and angles, driving her into a frenzy. He analyzed every expression and noise that escaped her beautiful lips, storing that information for later.

Her arms were falling asleep, but she didn't give a fuck, all she wanted was for him to let loose.

His libido was having a hard time being contained, but her expressions and little noises were worth the strain. Rarely has he seen her so unraveled, and he wasn't going to let this go to waste.

The loud, wet slaps of his hips against her were making her go crazy! Why wouldn't he go faster?! The sounds of his heavy balls smacking into her ass would have been embarrassing if not for her desperation. She chanced a look up into his eyes. He was enjoying her anger, that-

"Oh god, please, I need more!" Fuck it, this was torture!

"More?" He hummed, pausing inside her as if to consider granting her wish.

"No!" She shrieked at the loss of stimulation, not believing that he was stopping again.

"No?" He questioned, smirk widening and stretching his normally cute freckled face into something devious.

He pulled out with a quiet groan, his dick twitching at the loss of her silky cunt. His breathing still seemed impossibly controlled.

"You're the devil!" She groaned loudly. He pressed a huge finger to her lips, shushing her.

"You don't want the neighbors to hear, do you?" He crooned. He positioned the head to brush against her clit once more, thrusting and brushing feather-light against it over and over and over and-

She hated him, and she let him know it.

"I hate you," she whispered, giving him the evil eye. He leaned down and gave her a nip on her neck, suckling a hickey there.

"I'm sure you do." Amusement was evident in his voice as he murmured in her ear.

She swore she could hear the smug grin. She saw red, and started struggling against her bindings, to no avail.

"Give up, honey, you can’t win against me", he whispered.

"Never!" She growled

"Hmm, you'll be singing a different tune for me later." He promised, full of arrogance.

He easily flipped her over, pressing the side of her face into to mattress. Pulling her hips up so she was on her knees, he wasted no time plunging his dick in to her, fully sheathed. Her shrieks were slightly muffled by the pillow beneath her. Her shoulders and arms ached and tingled from her restraints.

"Shh... You're awfully loud." He scolded.

She was panting, it was useless to try to reason with him any more.

He roughly ground his hips into her plush ass, not thrusting. His hands were going to leave bruises on her hips, his inner (now outer) beast was purring in delight at this notion. He wanted to mark her, show the world that she was his.

Slowly pulling out, he gave a quick, upwardly angled thrust back in. A strangled gasp was heard from his honey. He quickly set to plowing her, constantly shifting his angle. There was nothing slow or shallow about him now, he was in it to finish her.

She let loose her first true scream of the night, throwing it back on him, trying to keep up with his furious pace.

He was an absolute beast, his nails digging into her hips, and leaving her round bottom hot and stinging from his quick smacks and the slapping of his hips. One of his strong hands ventured down between her thighs, rolling her sensitive little pearl in his fingers.

She loved every second of it. It was no question that she would be beyond sore after this though, he wasn’t number one without reason.

He was snarling and growling, holding nothing back, she would take all he could give, and if she couldn't, well...

He leaned forward, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back.

"Who do you belong to?" He whispered darkly. At her lack of response, he gave a sharp tug and swat to her ass, pulling a gasping whine from her.

"You..." She rasped.

He pulled on her hair again and gave another heavy stinging smack to her ass that’d surely bruise.

"Who!?" He shouted, he needed to hear her say it.

"You!" She screamed, almost crying from the mix of pain and pleasure.

"Say my name!" He roared, thrusting even harder.

"It’s you, Izuku! You! You!" She squealed, giving in to him, arching her back and letting the blinding orgasm take hold. She furiously wriggled and writhed under him, genuinely feeling like she might die from all the pleasure.

At the feeling of her pulsing, tightening walls and her desperate screaming, he could take no more. With a loud roar, he came inside her tight cunt, releasing ropes of thick seed into her waiting walls. She twitched again at the hot liquid stinging her insides.

Never before had he lost control so thoroughly, and he was wiped out, her even more so.

He finally released her bindings before collapsing on top of her, his body engulfing and squishing her own. Her arms flopped, tingling wildly from the blood rushing back.

"’Zuku, you're heavy." She grunted, weakly squirming to get free.

He chuckled and rolled off, his strong arms pulling her back in to his chest. He dwarfed her, and wrapped her in his arms.

She almost was asleep when she felt something prodding her. Groaning in disbelief at his stamina, she felt his face draw close as he stroked and squeezed her rear.

"Ready for another round?”

#deku x reader #midoriya x reader #izuku x reader #bnha smut #deku smut #midoriya smut #izuku smut #finally i wrote a fic for my husband

[junikshanasar]

bnha chapter 317 thoughts

haha b o i

did I speak too soon? 

I spoke too soon. Also, yay! nagant is alive (barely)

mm well Deku has officially turned dark, like for real dark, buuuuuut in a way that is actually a natural progression of his character, because if you remember Horikoshi loves parallels, and what’s more obvious than the fact Deku has been trying to walk down the same path as All Might ever since he was told to ‘show himself’ to the world back during the School Festival arc, and then again with All Might’s famous “You’re next” line.

It was a while ago when I read it, but I believe it was in vigilantes where we understand what All Might means by “You deserve to rest” and that he understands. I won’t go digging for that specific chapter lol, but in basically in the spin-off series bnha Vigilantes, we get glimpses of All Might in his prime.

In particular, we see that he really never stops to rest, constantly flying off to save as many people as he can because it’s a job “only he can do”. We even see Sir Nighteye (who is still All Might’s sidekick at the time) upset at the fact that All Might doesn’t even sleep, and while it’s somewhat played off as a gag aside from Sir Nighteye’s worry, we can see now that Deku is doing the exact same thing. 

In any case, Deku’s believed since the War arc that as the wielder of One for All, its burden is his to carry, especially with the added pressure of the fact that he’s been told he may be the last user and must defeat AfO himself (because only a quirkless person may receive OfA without dying early, and quirkless-ness is very rare now)

There was no clear turning point, not really. It’s more that Deku is sinking himself deeper and deeper into his duty, to the point that he can’t see past the next job. He won’t eat like we see him do heartily earlier, he won’t even, in All Might’s words, look back at his mentor anymore. 

AfO really managed to get under his skin with that video, and if there’s a way to describe Deku right now, it would be “staring straight ahead blindly”. He’s marching forward without thought for his surroundings, including his own self. In the previously ideal and bright hero world, this made All Might look heroic. But now in this grey, doubtful world:

Deku is, literally and metaphorically, tearing himself apart. His hero costume gets more and more worn, and thus so is his image as a hero. On a side note, he looks super badass, but more importantly he looks like a dark version of All Might - like some sort of skewed or twisted version of the hero who always comes to save the day.

Aside from Deku, we get a little more insight on the status of heroes, namely the mass retirement. I actually sympathized with Death Arms, even though I saw some comments that he wasn’t a real hero. To be fair, what the heck is a ‘real hero’? Sure, a lot of heroes retired when the going got tough, you could say that the ones ‘in it for the money or the fame’ were weeded out, but what was Death Arms real reasoning for leaving? Yes, it got tough, but on top of the fact that it got tough, being a hero suddenly went from something of good status to a cursed position. 

This pretty much sums up the state of the hero world right now, which is that ‘heroes are humans’. This mass retirement was bound to happen, but what makes it troubling is what’s going on with Deku amongst all this. I don’t need to explain it, since the pro-heroes explained everything in that meet-up scene about how the media is closing in on Deku and a reveal of OfA would shove Deku into the cycle of negativity. So yeah, the fact that AfO hasn’t revealed OfA himself means he still has plans for Deku, ‘cause he doesn’t care about All Might anymore. All I can really imagine is AfO trying to get Deku on his side, or stealing OfA, I can’t wait for the next chapter so we can get some more insight.

Anywayy on a less serious note:

Mount Lady is lookin super fine with that scar, but more than just aesthetic purposes the addition of scars and messier/dirtier costumes/settings is to keep with the more serious and dark tone. It allows us to take her seriously when before she was portrayed as a flirty/image-conscious hero. I kind of love of small design choices like that can change a character’s entire demeanor. Uhhh the closest example I can name in real life is when Canada’s prime minister Trudeau grew a beard. Lemme tell you, it did wonders in making him appear more serious and reliable during covid, as opposed to his earlier washy playboy looks.

Also, Stain is back! That weirdo. Uhhh he sure seems happy to see Deku still jumping to the rescue. Or maybe he’s just glad to see All Might, we all know he’s lowkey a fanboy. Urk, well in any case it’s definitely foreshadowing that there will be a potential confrontation between him and Deku.

aaaaand finally, 

lol how the turn tables, it’s Endeavor ghosting Shouto now. Also it’s lowkey cute how he immediately checks his phone whenever he hears a notification, man’s excited for any sort of communication with his son. Mmm but yea I was excited to get even a mention of Shouto, I hope we get to see what the Class 1-A kiddos are up to soon.

#spoilers #manga spoilers #boku no hero academia #bnha #deku #midoriya izuku #all might #toshinori yagi #pro-heroes #mount lady #stain #all for one #one for all #i always think of the musketeers #i cant help it #i read the book for that first #chapter 317 #manga thoughts #Final arc #character discussion #dark times #deku finally became batman #still waiting for class 1a #turn tables #and parallels