๐๐จ๐๐๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฎ๐๐๐ง๐ญ! ๐๐๐๐๐๐ซ frantically searching around for ๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ช๐ฎ๐๐ง๐ญ! ๐๐๐ซ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ โs whereabouts to hand them the missing homework theyโve missed from skipping class so much, no wonder theyโre failing. Such a shame, if only they attended a bit more, they wouldnโt be roped into this mess by the teacher, forced to look for them. Finding them in the bathroom instead, mid pissing in one of the urinals.
๐๐จ๐๐๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฎ๐๐๐ง๐ญ! ๐๐๐๐๐๐ซ : โFinally, there you are.โ
Pssssssssssssss..
๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ช๐ฎ๐๐ง๐ญ! ๐๐๐ซ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ sighing to themselves : โWhat do you want now, nerd.โ
And so, the silence stretched on, leaving only the excruciating sound of pissing in the background as they stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, yet mere seconds.
๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ช๐ฎ๐๐ง๐ญ! ๐๐๐ซ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ whoโs turned red by now : โWhat the fuck is it!!?โ
๐๐จ๐๐๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฎ๐๐๐ง๐ญ! ๐๐๐๐๐๐ซ : โIโm here to hand you the homework you missed.โ
๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ช๐ฎ๐๐ง๐ญ! ๐๐๐ซ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ couldnโt help but wonder if ๐๐จ๐๐๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฎ๐๐๐ง๐ญ! ๐๐๐๐๐๐ซ was staring at their dick. The thought flusters them, but truly they were just intentionally trying to make them uncomfortable by being silent. Freak.
That summer, Atlas spent most weekends at the beach with Asher and his family. Feeling part of such a loving family unit has been more healing than he expected.
Asherโs niece, Spencer, has even started referring to him as โUncle Assesโ
...which immediately made her his favorite.
Atlas finally moved into a new apartment, which he loooooves!
Unsurprisingly, he still spends most of his time in his room glued to his computer.
While heโs not sure if/when heโll ever be ready to live with Asher, he did give him a giant key to his new place.
And they celebrated...
...a lot
As the summer came to a close, everyone gathered for Kiyoshi and Kaoriโs wedding.
It was a beautiful outdoor event, that went flawlessly, of course... and I'm not at all considering Phoenix and Dawn either elope or never get married just so I don't have to deal with the stress of a wedding... ๐
But everyone had fun, and isn't that what really matters?
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The wedding reception got a little more interesting once they all moved inside for drinks and dancing...
Dawn was so impressed by Phoenix's speech that she picked him up and spun him around the room.
Then Phoenix decided it would be a grand idea to light up a cigar on the dance floor... no one was too impressed, I'll be honest.
And Kiyoshi's tea got stuck to his phone, but that didn't stop him from trying to check his e-mail... much to the annoyance of his new wife. ๐
hi whitneyy. your number one again <3 just wanted to say sorry for creeping you out, its not my fault i cant be around you without you being mean to me.
its okay, though. i spend more than enough time with you in your sleep.
love you <3
โWhat the fuck did you just say?โ
Unsure as to what youโre truly saying, Whitneyโs simply left to mull over whatever the fuck you just said in their head. Did you mean.. staring at them in their sleep? Stalking them? Are they fucking getting stalked? Without their knowledge no less? As if. Theyโre perceptive enough to be conscious of their surroundings so itโs not like theyโd let such a thing slip between their grasp, right..? | + Whitneyโs stress
โ..Donโt you fucking come near me, you freak.โ
New headcanon just dropped.
Quirrel is terribly shit at aiming and throwing objects at targets. Especially, compared to Tiso despite him being an ant and ants having terrible sight in general.
This is mostly because Quirrel had no need to throw objects at things precisely before compared to Tiso whoโs battle style literally hinges on how accurate he can throw his shield at even the smallest of targets.
Back when he was working with Monomon, even when she asks him to throw something towards her, if the target youโre aiming at is twice your size (and thatโs not even accounting for Monomonโs tentacles that has a stretching width of more than Quirrelโs overall height in general), aiming precisely doesnโt even matter much if she can easily catch it with her multiple tentacles. And when he did finally start fending off for himself, his lack of aim can easily be compensated for by his sheer agility and speed, regardless of how far an enemy is. Even flying enemies, duel to the amount of height he can cross by his jumping capabilities.
All of these circumstances he lived and endured through as well as his fighting style in general bred his inability to aim accurately.ย
As one would expect, Tiso was elated finding out that the skillful Scholar of all things has such a shitty aim. Sure, he was a nerd and a admirable warrior but youโre telling him that Quirrel seriously canโt aim for shit? When he, despite his shitty eyesight, overcame that particular obstacle to make himself a competent warrior? It was hilarious!!!!
Unsurprisingly, Tiso would tease Quirrel about it whenever they would do target practice. And Quirrel is definitely thoroughly embarrassed by such a fact. But there was no real harm about it and both of them knew they were both just having fun.
After all, itโs oddly reassuring to know that even the most competent people arenโt perfect. And that itโs normal that there will be something else another person would excel at that you wouldnโt.
It just reminds Tiso that Quirrel is just another person like any other.
A person with talents and flaws.
A person with ambitions and grief.
A person who seen so much and yet still yearns to discover more.
A person who went through so much and yet still continues to smile and be kind.
Tiso thinks heโll like a person like that. Regardless of all their flaws and beauty.
i have hyperfixations with phrases. like each month it'll be a new thing that i am ALWAYS fukin saying. these past two months it has been "you peasent, you lowerclassman, you plebian" and putting. incorrect periods. every.where bc. its how i. think.
if you guys would like (and actually care) i will post every time a new ones comes up.
Thinking about him, frustrated and horny, nothing is really getting him. No matter how much he sifts through the pages of those dirty, raunchy magazines stolen from his dadโs drawers, maybe the old cassette tapes with over the top porn, clearly outdated in this day and age, flickering screen idly gazing back at him. Nothing is enough, nothing is actually getting it up for him, well, till he sets his sights on you. Stupid bitch that you are, snoozing away with your body comfortably tucked away under the covers, gripping at your pillows sheets as if you were calling for daddy and mommy.
How could the bully resist such a face either? Lush lips slightly parted, eyelashes fluttering gently in their wake with your chest slowly rising up and down, in sync with each and every one of your breaths taken. Good for you. Big brotherโs here to keep company, push the fucking thoughts thatโs been nagging at the back of his mind away. With a low grunt, he settles himself on top of you, not bothering to be gentle about it either, knees planted to each of your side, your blissful sleeping expression facing his crotch. How cute. Donโt even get to see his rock hard erection in his pants, jutted against your cheek as he slips a hand past his waistband, freeing his aching cock in much need of stimulation.
Starts off.. mostly tame, rubbing a hand over his leaking slit before finally gripping at the hard length, stroking it, fucking jerking himself off right in front of your face and you donโt even suspect a thing. How the fuck arenโt the slicked, wet sounds of his cock being roughly stroked not waking you up? God knows why but the delinquent doesnโt hesitate to take advantage of it, picking up the pace as he feels himself nearing climax, pumping his cock full of you.
Maybe it was a spur of the moment thing or just that fucking expression of yours, peek of your wet tongue against your lips, visualizing how that same tongue could be sucking on your big brotherโs fat cock instead. Thatโs all it took, groaning out a curse under his breath as hot, white strings of cum spurt out of his cock, messily landing across your pristine skin and staining the sheets beneath.
โฆYeah.
What a goddamn surprise youโll be waking up to tomorrow.
this is the same fic from last wip i posted; sorry, i know that wasnโt that long ago, but itโs got more words in it now. i wonโt post from this again before itโs done, we will all just have to wait (yes we... i am waiting too, you understand how it is)
i would like to gently tag @bicyclepainting (if u want to!! fully none pressure. its just that it worked last time eheheheh) and anyone who sees it and would like to!
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โAsh?โ they ask, in the barest of whispers. โYou awake?โย
He makes a little rasping noise thatโs halfway to being a groan, his arm tightening around their waist. They donโt fight the fondness that wells up in their chest, and they donโt push him, either. Itโs another long few moments before he speaks, murmuring, โGโmorninโ, babe,โ into the tiny space between them.
It sends an involuntary shudder down their spine to hear him, his voice so husky right on waking up that itโs barely anything but gravel, vowels drawn-out and lazy. He notices (of course he does) and the visible corner of his mouth tips up into a smug little smile. โGood morning,โ they answer.
Asher cracks one eye open, the blue one, to look at them. โNice view,โ he says, still in that low rasp.ย
They match his grin with one of their own, shifting just a bit so itโs easier to see his face. โKeep talking.โย
He snickers, both eyes open now, and gives them an obvious, exaggerated once-over, gaze half-lidded as it wanders down their body. โ...Youโre the sexiest alarm clock Iโve ever seen.โย
Taken aback, they let out an inelegant snort. โI will take even your weirdest compliment if you say it in that voice.โ
โI literally just woke up,โ Asher retorts, although his eyes are crinkling at the corners. โAnd... mmh. Itโs hard to think when youโre not wearing a shirt, Iโll have you know.โย