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blackfangedreaper · 2 years

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Uh hello UwU. I'd like to request a Law x Fem reader fluff! Basically I'd like a situation where reader's been pestering Law for attention but he ignores her cuz he's busy. Reader finally leaves upset and decides to hang out with Penguin and Sacchin instead. Law is eventually done with his work and waits for reader but after a few hours without her, he gets restless and goes to look for her. Thank you soo much!

Hehe im loving this suggestion ok ill try my best to satisfy you.✧*｡٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و✧*｡

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Pairings: Trafalgar Law x Fem!reader

Warning: curse words, grammatical errors (maybe, i was too lazy to triple check) and fluff😍✨

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Today of all days you decide to be clingy, why won't you just leave him alone, you definitely see him working but it seems that doesn't matter as you continue to pester him and whine for his attention.

You can tell he's getting irritated, you could see the irk mark forming right beside his forehead but unfortunately for him, you really didn't care, he's been ignoring you for a while now and its really pissing you off.

"C'mon you could do this later, just lay with me please!" you sigh.

Law turns seeing you laying on one of the many vacant hospital beds, he sighs massaging his temples with his index and middle finger. "Im busy, if it wasn't obvious the last four times i told you!"

"I know, plus you look tired i'm not telling you to neglect your work just rest a little with me!" you said pouting.

"My answer remains the same!" he said frustrated from your continuous pestering.

"Law look-"

"Your giving me a headache, please leave"

"What? Law-"

"Fuck, leave Y/N-ya." He hissed.

"Well fine, i hope you choke on BREAD!!" you said storming out and slamming the door with a resounding 'bang'.

"Stupid law, who the fuck does he think he is." You grumbled all the way to the living area of the submarine which seemed to be preoccupied by shachi and penguin.

They both seemed to be heavily invested in whatever they were doing that they didn't notice you, well that was until they felt your looming figure behing them.

"AHHHhhh" they both let out girlish screams until they saw it was you.

"Oh my gosh, you scared me Y/N!" Shachi said putting his hand on his chest while regulating his breathing.

"I swear i almost pissed myself" penguin gasped clutching onto a piece of paper

"...that's too much information bro" shachi said disgusted.

"So what are you guys doing!" You asked peering into the sheet of paper penguin was holding in curiosity.

"Animal, name, place or thing!" Shachi exclaimed.

"Yeah, it's fun wanna join?" penguin suggested.

"Sure!" You agreed forgetting about the law incident.

"So how do we play?" You asked

"First you need to write down all alphabets starting from A down to Z then you write down the animal, name, place or thing that has the first letter of the alphabet which is chosen by a player in each round." Shachi explained.

"And each player gets twenty seconds to complete the row of the letter chosen." Penguin said.

"Yeah, for example S, snake, shachi, saobody archipelago and ship" shachi explained.

As shachi and penguin explained more of the game, you being the bad bitch you were understood quite fast, or maybe the game wasn't that complex to understand.

"Ok let's start, penguin you go!" Shachi suggested.

"I choose W." Penguin exclaimed.

As the letter was called you searched your brain for answers, getting an idea you jotted down quickly as time was almost up.

"Time's up!" Penguin said as he gave his paper to you while you gave yours to shachi, who gave his to penguin.

Silence filled the living area as you all marked each others answers, that was until shachi bursted out laughing.

"Aha haha, what the fuck Y/N, whitebeard's ship isn't a place" shachi said choking on his laugh.

"No way she wrote that?!" Penguin asked in disbelief and leaned over to check.

"Hey HEY! It is!" You argued now looking at the laughing penguin and shachi.

"No it isn't!!" They argued back.

"Uh... It actually is though" ikkaku said passing by.

"HA! Thanks babe!" You exclaimed thanking her.

"We girls have to stick together" she said winking at you, then going towards the direction of the kitchen.

"Ugh fine fine, you win this one." Shachi said scowling then proceeded to give you a total of five points.

You all switched back your papers before checking your scores.

You seemed to be having fun, you haven't actually been spending much time with shachi and penguin and actually made you realize how much you missed your closest friends maybe law sending you out was a good thing.

"Ha, i love this let's play some more." You said beaming.

"Yes!" Shachi and penguin exclaimed.

Meanwhile a certain doctor was starting to feel your absence.

After he sent you out, he actually got some work done but why did he feel like he was missing something.

'oh well' shrugging the feeling off as he continued filling out patient applications and checking on crewmates who had not yet come for their monthly check up.

Pressure started to weigh down on his chest, was it worry or guilt. 'where were you? maybe he shouldn't have sent you out'. He thought tapping his fingers on his desk anxiously, but he managed to push it all down and finish his work.

Now that he was finally done he waited for you to come back.

An hour passed which turned to two, three then finally four hours which seemed longer as he kept glancing at the clock and it seemed to be mocking him.

He's never gone that long without you pestering him, his eyebrow twitched as he became impatient, he stood up hanging his labcoat on the coat rack before heading towards the exit of the clinic. I guess he's gonna have to get you himself.

He passed the several rooms of his crewmembers, as he headed towards the kitchen which seemed to be occupied by some of his crewmembers.

"Oh hey cap'n looking for sum'n?" ikkaku asked smirking, she knew what or rather who he was looking for.

"Where is she?" He asked rolling his eyes at her smug face.

"Living area with shachi and penguin." She answered.

"Hm." He left hastily but not before giving her a nod as thanks.

The echos of laughter and chatter met his ears as he walked towards the living area, he was soon met with a rolling penguin and wheezing you.

"W-Wait, it was a mistake! I swear" shachi said pleading.

"Nah, bro it looked intentional to me!" Penguin said cackling.

"Oh, yo-you should h-have seen his f-face omg, what the hell shachi!" You said tearing up, you were getting breathless from all this laughing.

"Look i panicked ok, so i just picked whatever i touched, it wasn't on purpose please!" Shachi begged trying to reason with you both.

Rewinding back to four hours ago you all seemed to finish the first game with shachi in first place, you in second and penguin in last place, deciding to spend more time with each other you played several then settled with playing truth or dare.

And it seemed that shachi got himself in trouble, i mean sneaking into your captain's room? How brave of you.

"Please don't tell captain, i'll do anything i swear" shachi swore.

"Don't tell me what?" Law's voiced bounced around the walls creating an echo effect causing shachi and penguin to turn pale after realising their captain may have heard them.

"U-Uh hey uh captain" they stuttered while you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms refusing to acknowledge him.

"I asked a question." He raised an eyebrow demanding an answer.

"Nothing i swear!" Shachi exclaimed, making penguin wince, they're fucked aren't they.

"It doesn't seem like it!" Law pressured.

It almost worked as penguin was about to spill due to being pressured and shachi looked like he was about to burst out crying, but you stepped in before any of that could happened "As they said before its nothing."

"..." His eyebrow twitched as he turned to look at you "Y/N-ya where have you been?" He tapped his feet waiting for an answer.

'Who died and made him king?! Where have you been? To hell with that your not telling him shit!'. You thought frustrated as your brow twitched.

"Hmph." You said turning away from him.

"Why you!" He walked towards you forgetting about your two companions, oh now he was fixated on you and noone else.

"Kya!!" You exclaimed as your vision turned upside down, the only thing in your sight is his back.

"Hey Hey!! Put me down!" You demanded hitting his back with your fists.

He ignored you, gave your two friends a warning glare and then proceeded to walk away with you on his shoulder.

Arriving at the door of your shared room, he opens the door, walks towards of your bed and lays you there, before you could protest he lays on top of blocking all routes of escape.

"Hey! Get off!" You say trying to wiggle free.

"No." He says his breathe brushing against your neck.

You gasp feeling a pleasant shiver down your spine causing you to desperately wiggle free.

"Hey! Stop squirming!" He lifts his head to glance at you, you turn to scowl at him.

"Get off then." She suggested smiling insincerely.

"No." He repeated, before dropping his head against your chest while encircling your body with his arms.

You sigh and decided to give up, silence fills the room as you feel his breathing slow down, 'i-is he sleeping right now?!' You sweatdropped, looking down to check only to see a pair of grey eyes staring right back at you.

"Ah!" You exclaimed startled while looking away, you feel heat start to crawl up your (s/c) face.

You hear his chuckle which turns to laughter and you can't just help but laugh too.

"Haha, im sorry!" He said, his laughter dying down.

"Eh, its ok i guess it was kinda funny." you said smiling.

"No, not about that- well that to but ha- im apologising for the rude behaviour i displayed earlier today." He said diverting his eyes somewhere else in guilt.

"Oh-" he rose his hand to stop you, wanting to finish first before hearing your take on it.

"I know, i shouldn't have sent you out and i was so worried when you didn't come back after a while and then i see you with them after waiting four hours for you to come back-" He sighed not knowing how to tell you he was jealous.

"-and It didn't just sit well with me." He looked up at you then looked away, only to look back when he heard your laughter.

"Oh my gosh, haha i get you were guilty but the jealous part? Oh gosh law ahahaha" you were wheezing you didn't even think he was one to get jealous.

"Hey, stop laughing at me!" He demanded.

You could see his face and ears heating up and couldn't help but pinch his cheeks "aww you look so red."

He pulls off your hands from his face and holds then in his hands, stroking them softly with the pad of his thumbs. "So?"

"So?" You ask confused.

"Am i forgiven?" He asked.

"On one condition!" You said.

"That would be?" He asked expecting a high demand.

"Take breaks ok? I know you work really hard and im proud really proud of you, but i'm gonna need you to rest once in a while, ok?" You said caressing his face.

"I-I'll try my best." He said leaning into your warm hands.

"Yosh! your forgiven, now i demand cuddles" you demanded.

He chuckles pulling close with your head laying on his chest, he sighs feeling your warmth engulfing him as he kisses your forehead bidding you a good sleep. "Anything for you, Y/N-ya."

You smiling feeling his lips brushing against your forehead before you drift off enjoying the warmth your lover provided you.

I guess it's calm before the storm because somewhere in the submarine shachi and penguin are racking their heads trying to figure out how to return their captain's white boxer with meat prints to him, it seemed to be given to him by everyone's favourite strawhat wearer, theirs screams echoing in the submarine are gonna be astronomical!.

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Wrists aching, eyes heavy and brian strained but still maintaining beauty cause there's no rest for the wicked.✧⁺⸜(●˙▾˙●)⸝⁺✧

I hope you like it, to be honest this is way longer than i expected, but hopefully this satisfys you.

Ugh im going to bed😭.

Thank you for reading!❤✨

#one piece x reader #one piece fanfiction #fem reader #tralfagar law #law x reader #heart pirates #law x y/n

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transarsonist · 1 year

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A kid in my class brought in a little puppy stuffie that he named Cupcake Cinnamon Roll for show n tell yesterday, and now I can't get it out of my head....

So goodmorning my little cupcake cinnamon roll!!

I hope you slept well! I'm gonna spend today being cozy and lazy because I triple checked my calander and I don't have anything I NEED to do today. Oh, other than laundry.

Are you gonna relax today too?? I hope so! Big emotional times can take a toll.

-💗🐱

today my parents are coming over and we're gonna do some work on the house! the weather is good, and my energy is high, so its a Really good day for it.

other than that though, yeah! relaxing is onnnn the table. my dreams last night were hog fucking wild so ive still been reeling from it a bit, and right now my dms are blowing up from every side XD but im thriving in these conditions <3

#🐱 anon

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fastasyoucan1999 · 2 years

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brynn brynn!! hiii how is itt at the airport how are you fairing over there? is it fun? is it boring beyond belief?? i haven't been to the airport in soooo long im almost homesick for it, are you checking out all the little candy stores there do you have things downloaded to listen to on the planeee, tell me ill live vicariously through you i don't have much to share hmm i just started writing a wip in which remus probably maybe definitely dies later is that entertaining fjtdthfh no okay i also read that one poem you tagged before!! love poem without a drop of hyperbole in it and i love love lovedd it you and yr kitchen poetry recs so impp to me <333 this is sooo long srry hope yr having a great time!!

oh em gee!!! HI LAYLA HI ILU!!! <33

absoLUTELY ignoring ur fun little fic idea that was not entertaining… it actually gave me whiplash so thank you

and! it is boring beyond belief i’m charging my phone rn so i can’t listen to music (wire headphones or bust etc) and i’m too lazy to read so! but i did stop by a cute little bookstore to browse and have been sitting and people watching ever since. i get to airports embarrassingly early bc i am so chronically worried all of the time and the consequence is just staring blankly for a few hours and double triple checking i’m in the right place

AHH so!!! glad!! you like my kitchen poetry recs! they are so dear to me i wish i could read perhaps the world ends here by harjo for the first time again bc istg it shifted my brain chemistry love love love joy harjo and i rec her she had some horses collection!! “i give you back” specifically is phenomenal

#THANK YOU THANK YOU LAYLA!!!!#anything to distract me from the man who is watching a strobe edm concert on his phone rn #(also pls tell me more abt this fic… not that i’m interested but 👀)#asks #layla tag

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joys-fandom · 1 year

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Another work day over with. I am always the last one out of the office so I have keys to lock it up. After double and triple checking the doors I walk down the street to my bus stop. I didn’t live far enough to warrant driving and yet I was just lazy enough to not want to walk. Tonight I pondered whether I should walk or not. It was a cool night and not a cloud in the sky. It was dark however, and the crime in my city was at an all time high this summer.

So instead I walk to the bus stop, make sure I sit within view of the street, and wait. The benches here are the kind that have those old commercials plastered on the front for some law firm that you know you’ll never use. It never surprises me that they don’t update them every so often.

I glance down at my watch as the hour hand strikes nine in the evening. The bus must be running behind tonight. The street is empty with the only exception being a man walking towards the bench I occupy. My hand clutches my work bag instinctually as he sits beside me.

I never do trust people near me this late in the evening. I turn my body slightly away trying to send a signal that I’m to be ignored. He makes himself comfortable in the silence and takes up space invading my own personal bubble ever so slightly. I glance over annoyed and scoot over. He looks over at me as I avoid eye contact and just- smiles. It’s not a friendly smile either. It was almost predatory. Something isn’t sitting right with me.

His posture was too relaxed for where he was and he was too close for my liking. I look away. He coughs. I glance back and let my eyes wander just long enough to take the man in.

First glance. His hair is short and dark brown. Beneath his nose I notice a 5 o’clock shadow as if he hadn’t shaved that morning and a cleft palate scar on thin lips. On my second glance I notice he’s wearing black jeans and a black leather jacket with a button up shirt underneath.

As I keep taking what I hope was sneaky looks I notice his shoes. Shiny black under the fluorescent street light with perfectly tied laces. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary except for specks of dark brown on the front of them large enough for me to see from where I sat beside him.

Blood. Dried blood was flaking off of his shoes. And upon further inspection spots of the same liquid could be seem poking out from under his shirt.

I quickly look away from him to mind my own business hoping he hadn’t noticed my gaze when I get that feeling. Im sure you’ve felt it before. It starts as a small burning hole that quickly takes over your reflexes and it’s all you can sense is that something just - isn’t right. That’s when I looked back up at the man.

Maybe he didn’t notice what I noticed? Maybe he doesn’t know.

Icy blue eyes meet mine. He knows.

He lowers his eyes to his shoes where he too spots the specks. He knows.

I hear a click and my eyes fall to his hands where a pocket knife lays. Dried blood covering the end of it. HE KNOWS.

I abruptly stand as the headlights to the bus appear ready to make my exit to what I hoped was safety when he grabs my hand and waves the bus on. NO! Wait! I thought but the driver waves back at the man as he continues on down the dimly lit road.

I pull back from his tight grip and see the knife as it cuts the air where I was just standing. He had just tried to stab me. With my brain running a mile a minute my body acted on its first instinct. Run.

I begin racing towards the nearest house to the station. Breath As you run I have to remind myself. I glance back. He’s already there the knife in his hand stretched out as he gets ready to make a second attempt at puncturing me anywhere he can reach. I toss my work bag back at him hitting him in the face as I hear him grunt in pain and stop.

Yes. I would have At least some sort of jump ahead of him. I reach the house and begin banging on the door screaming for help. I glance back to where he just was. Gone. He was no longer there instead he was maybe 15 feet away. Run.

I yelp in fright as I swiftly take off again hoping a neighbor had heard and called 911. I turn taking almost a full 90 degrees heading in a completely different direction heading for the thickly foliage’d area before the forest.

“You have nowhere to hide!” His voice is deep and guttural. I don’t respond and instead fasten my pace as much as my tired legs can already carry me.

Hide. I dash through the thick tree line feeling branches scratch at my arms and legs ripping small holes in my outfit. I stumble through hearing twigs snap beneath my heavy footfall.

Hide. I stop behind a tree, covering my mouth, to listen for the man. Far off I hear the snap of a branch with his heavy footfall.

“I’ll find you, you little bitch!” I feel my knees weaken at his statement. I hear the snap of a twig far off.

“If you leave I won’t tell the police you chased me. I’ll forget this day even happened.” My voice comes out weaker than I expected. A twig snaps this time closer and I know he’s heard me.

I glance around the forest floor for something anything I can use as defense. Another twig snaps, even closer than before. I’ll make one last attempt. Maybe if I beg he’ll walk away.

“Just let me leave!” I sound desperate. Weak. That makes me an easy target.

I begin feeling around the forest floor with my feet slowly. I can’t let him hear me moving. I receive glimpses of where I’m going by the moonlight slanting through the treetops but it’s only barely enough.

I step over a small fallen tree thanking whoever’s watching over me that I didn’t trip over it. I want to run but I continue my slow trek, keeping as quiet as I can completely forgetting to listen for where he could be as I focus at the task on hand. I walk blindly and cover my mouth to control my breathing.

For as long as I had avoided twigs, step, crack. I look down allowing a single tear to drop at my feet as I realize the mistake I just made. I finally listen to the forest surrounding me as I hear a crack behind me of a twig. That was him. I glance back.

Everything seems to slow down when my eyes meet icy blue ones once again staring at me from only a small distance.

He jumps into action running directly at me as I stand in fear like a deer caught in headlights. My mind screams at me to run but my body takes longer to react this time. I’m tired.

I hear his footsteps echoing in my mind like a drum scaring me to my core so much that I become even more blind to my surroundings.

A fallen tree lies on the ground before me. I prepare to jump but my legs give out. Slam. My shins make contact with the trunk and my body lurches forward. I didn’t go nearly high enough. A scream escapes my lips. My chest hits the ground first. The impact knocks air from my lungs and my scream turns strangled as I struggle to suck in a breath. At the same time my head hits a rock causing black spots to dance in my vision.

I lay there a moment my head spinning as I my lungs suck in what precious air I can gather. It feels like white hot fire burning through my chest. Slow calculated footsteps make their way towards me as the man breaths heavily. He lifts my head by the hair.

“You thought you could get away from me?” He cackles. I look up at him with pure fear. He smiles, his pupils dilated heavily.

“Nobody ever gets away from me.” His grip tightens in the base of my hair as my head quickly travels toward the rock under it. More black spots.

He slams my head again into the ground. I could no longer see.

Another thud of my head hitting the rock. I hear ringing in my ears as blood pools under my hair. His smile grows.

He grunts as he makes another swing of my head with force into the rock. I could no longer hear. His grin taking over his face as he’s laughing now.

My head strikes the rock one last time making a sickening squelch under his hands. My skull had finally burst.

“Good night.” He says in a sing song voice. He continues bashing my head in until there’s nothing left but fresh coppery smelling blood, skull fragments, and grey brain matter covering his hands. He looks at his handiwork. This is his best work yet! The smile on his face turns into one of anger and frustration as he kicks my corpse. His boots making solid sounding thuds against my rib cage. Why was he so angry?

“You weren’t supposed to see that!” He rubs his hands through his hair matting it down with my blood.

“Neither was I.” A small voice says. He quickly looks up not having realized how close I had made it through the forest to another neighborhood. There behind a metal fence is a boy no older than ten, seemingly unbothered, staring back at the man with beady eyes.

“Could you grab me a shovel?” The man smiles at the boy to hide his anger.The boys hands over the knife he was holding and smiles back with fake innocence.

“sure dad.”

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flowercoasts · 2 years

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pre-combat summary going into c3e16

chetney: took 16 damage, plus 5 rite damage and 3 amplified blood maledict damage. invoked a crimson rite pre-battle. for the first time, used blood maledict: blood curse of the marked, gaining advantage on the first strike against the marked target plus extra damage equaling the hemocraft die (1d6). used invisibility to scout ahead and spy on lady emoth. healed 25 points from aura of vitality. is currently at 46 hp (full). has 0 blood maledicts remaining. has rite of the flame activated on his wood chisel, which lasts until a short or long rest.

laudna: did not take damage at all last fight. used 8 eldritch blasts and a ray of frost, which are cantrips. did not cast any spells above cantrip level. used 2 (or four) out of her 3 sorcery points*. is currently at 34 hp (full). has 4 1st level spell slots, 2 2nd level spell slots, and 2 1st level warlock pact slots. has 1 (or 0) sorcery points remaining.

fcg: took 3 damage from a shade creeper explosion. used 2 sacred flame cantrips. used a reaction to half orym’s incoming damage from 12 to 6, and used a sawblade attack to deal that 6 points to a shade creeper. cast detect thoughts at 2nd level when the party interrogated shotan bruo. cast spiritual weapon at 2nd level. cast aura of vitality at 3rd level out of combat, healing a (presumed) total of 79. healed 3 points from aura of vitality. is currently at 47 hp (full). has 4 1st level spell slots, 1 2nd level spell slots, and 1 3rd level spell slots. has 1 channel divinity remaining.

fearne: did not take damage at all last fight. did not use cantrips. cast two scorching rays at 2nd level. used one wild shape to summon mister, who is doing his best. is currently at 41 hp (full). has 4 1st level spell slots, 1 2nd level spell slots, and 2 3rd level spell slots. has 1 wild shape remaining.

imogen: took 7 points of damage from a shade creeper. did not use any cantrips. used 1 sorcery point for twinned spell, casting dissonant whispers at 1st level to two targets. cast 3rd level seething storm, a re-skinned hunger of hadar to match her storm abilities. healed 8 points from aura of vitality. is currently at 31 hp (full). has 3 1st level spell slots, 3 2nd level spell slots, and 1 3rd level spell slots. has 4 sorcery points remaining.

orym: took 40 points of damage. expended a superiority die and used feinting attack on the first round of combat, claiming the first kill with one strike. did not use any more battle master maneuvers for the rest of the fight. healed 43 points from aura of vitality. is currently at 49 hp (full). has 3 superiority die remaining.

ashton: did not take damage at all last fight. used pass without trace sneaking into the mines, which can be used once per long rest. activated rage, using a time distortion effect. specifics unknown, but has a 15 foot radius that forces enemies to make a constitution saving throw or its speed is reduced by half and it loses reactions until the beginning of its next turn. did not use any chaos bursts. is currently at 58 hp (full). has 1 rage remaining.

gus (based on assumptions): a wizard or sorcerer. cast private sanctum on the streets of jrusar during the interrogation of bell’s hells. cast fireball and invisibility in the mines. cast the fire bolt cantrip, shooting out two fire bolts instead of one. possibly used twinned spell. is at least a 7th level wizard or sorcerer.

olly (based on assumptions): a martial class with two attacks. duel wields two baton weapons. also uses a light crossbow. did not cast any spells. did not use rage or sneak attack. either a fighter or ranger. is at least 5th level.

enemy stats and information

lady emoth (using information from c3e14): took 187 damage total, and was close to death before escaping. ac is between 14 and 18. has two claw attacks. at least +7 to hit. rolls 1 damage die for piercing damage and at least 2 die for necrotic damage. has vertical movement with a climbing speed of at least 30 feet. intelligence saving throw +2. has a line aoe that requires a dex saving throw or creatures affected take damage (at least 24 points) and are poisoned (lowest success is 16). has slippery dash as a bonus action, which acts as a disengage.

small shade creepers: hp is around 12. ac is 14. one attack. rolls 1 damage die for piercing damage and 1 die for necrotic damage. explodes upon death and requires a dex saving throw (highest fail 8, lowest success 11) dealing one die of fire damage. if a creature succeeds, no damage. has a climbing speed.

big shade creepers: took 51 damage total. ac is above 13, below 22. two attacks, 1 melee and 1 ranged, requiring a dex saving throw (only known success is 17 with no damage at success). explodes upon death and requires a dex saving throw (DC 12 or 13) dealing unknown fire damage. half damage at success.

*note for laudna’s sorcery points. she used the “quickened spell” from her sorcerer metamagic option to turn a spell that costs an action (eldritch blast) into a bonus action. she did this twice. RAW states that “quickened spell” costs 2 sorcery points, which means she would have 0 going into next battle.

#there are actually several different shade creepers from what ive gathered #but i only recorded the smaller crawly ones and the first big one that appeared #they should be around the same stats though #i have too much time on my hands #critical role #cr3 #flower talks #critical role stats #bell’s hells #feel free to correct any info #im too lazy to triple check

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jeonjeonggukenergy · 4 years

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Anti-Hero

summary ~ in search of wine at a party that’s so not your scene, you run into jungkook, the weeb from your film class, and become determined to learn just how much he lives up to his big reputation.

pairing ~ jungkook x reader

genre ~ fluff, smut - college!au

wordcount ~ 8.5k

warnings ~ 18+ only! smut, explicit discussion of kinks/sexual preferences (yay healthy communication), dom/sub undertones during both discussion and sex (dom Jungkook, sub reader), mentions of daddy kink and degradation but both are a no, marking, biting, hair pulling, spanking, they both have a srs pain kink lmao, brief oral (f receiving), penetrative sex, creampie

a/n ~ SO excited to finally have this chapter out for yall! it’s a huge one and i’ve been working on it for quite a while, this includes the first full smut scene for this fic and i would love to know how yall like it or any other feedback. i really enjoyed writing the character development in this chapter too! they’re so cute and whipped for each other already hhhhhh. thank you so much for loving this story so far, i’m really looking forward to writing the rest. hope you enjoy! ❣️

previous: chapter 1 | chapter 2 ~ next: chapter 4 (coming soon!)

~ read on ao3 ~

CHAPTER 3 ~ particular, perfect

You concluded your walk home by ditching your shoes at the door, swinging your bag off your shoulders to the floor, and plopping down onto the couch immediately. Pulling all three nearby blankets over yourself, you realized you still weren't quite comfortable. You looked around for a second, puzzled, until an absentminded clutch of your boobs reminded you why. Triumphantly, you reached into a sleeve to untangle your bra and chucked it across the room with a deep stretch of relief. Okay, time to overthink again.

Jungkook? What the fuck?

Wait. A bag of chips on the kitchen counter caught your eye before you could descend any further into panic. The perfect emotional crutch. You clutched it to your chest like a safeguard against your own internal monologue, anxiously shoving handful after handful into your mouth. After about thirty minutes spent motionless on the couch with one hand shoved in the chip bag and the other distractedly scrolling through Twitter, your eyes suddenly widened and your hand froze, dropping your next bite of chips back into the bag. Fuck. You had just eaten nearly an entire family-size bag of chips before what could end up being your first fuck in over a year. Well, maybe this was part of why you hadn't gotten fucked in over a year. No, don't go there. You shoved down your own insecurity, knowing you'd just been too busy for a relationship and honestly, probably still were. But that wasn't going to stop you today.

You shook the chip dust off of your hands and got up to head to the shower, turning up your trashiest throwback playlist of getting-ready bops and resolving to at least shave your legs. Going in with no expectations was probably the best strategy here, but it never hurt to be prepared.

Having cleaned his apartment in record time, Jungkook was now at the gym. After triple-checking that his roommate Jin would be in rehearsal until 10pm at the earliest, he quickly scanned all the common spaces and his bedroom and realized he didn't actually have that much work to do besides politely closing the door to Jin's still-decent-but-somewhat-messier room. To be honest, Jungkook had mainly bought himself the time after class so he could shave just in case. But then he figured if he had to shower, he might as well hit the gym first. So here he was, burning off an unprecedented amount of nervous energy. Settling comfortably into the leg curl machine, he turned his music up and started on a low weight to put in reps until his thighs burned and his head felt pleasantly empty.

After completing his normal leg day rotation and dutifully stretching, Jungkook prepared to head home. He walked out of the gym feeling more energized and centered, barely even flinching when he switched his AirPods off to say bye to the nice girl at the front desk and the action accidentally blasted "Whistle" by Flo Rida from his phone speaker for the whole lobby to hear. As he walked back into his apartment, the kitchen clock let him know it was only 4:30. He had plenty of time. Jungkook hopped straight into the shower, shampooing his hair, shaving everywhere he normally did, and savoring several extra moments to relax his muscles under the hot stream of water. Finally, he toweled off to wrap up in the black t-shirt and cozy matching sweatpants he'd carefully stacked on the counter. Offhandedly singing to himself in the steamy mirror, he checked the time on his phone, deciding he might as well go ahead and text you before he got nervous again and did something stupid. Like chickening out completely.

hey its jk! im ready when u are :) my apt is 344 glencoe rd #1521 (yes its on the 15th floor sry D: )

His charming old-school smileys lit up your phone while you still had a leg perched on the bathtub's edge.

"Fuck!" you reacted. The hiss resounded, thanks to the too-good acoustics of your cramped bathroom. Your razor clattering to the floor, you paused your max-volume 2000s music to check the message, and then the time. Only 5! That wasn't dinnertime yet. Plugging his address into Google Maps, though, you realized it was a 15- to 20-minute drive from yours on the opposite end of campus. Even if you got ready at light-speed, you would get there closer to 5:30. Which was a bit more reasonable. He was being reasonable! You should be ready by now!

You leaned over to pick up your razor and cursed again as the water stream grazed the blouse you'd left on out of laziness. You'd showered this morning, so there was no need to repeat that with your shave, but now you'd have to change outfits completely. Feeling like an idiot, naked from the waist down but now all the way wet, you peeled the shirt over your head slowly to preserve your good hair day and glanced down at the dilemma you'd been facing. The patch of hair between your legs stared back at you like the final boss of stupid societal beauty standards. You'd only shaved down there once, as an anniversary present for your first boyfriend the summer before college, and it had been a fun, smooth novelty for about two hours and then itchy, red, gross-looking, and miserable for about three weeks. Also, it had kind of made you feel like a little girl, which creeped you out when you thought about why guys would prefer it. You'd been debating whether to try it again for the past fifteen minutes, because if there was ever a right time, this was probably it. But now you didn't have time, if you were going to be respectful and not keep Jungkook waiting. Well, this was the real you. He could take it or leave it.

Slathering a quick coat of lotion over your freshly shaved legs, you prepared to get dressed in a soft pastel sweatshirt and a flattering pair of workout shorts. Wait, should you wear lingerie? Was that too try-hard? You didn't really even need to wear underwear with these lined shorts, which could be a cool-girl move, you supposed. You settled on a cute white sports bra to go with the shorts, not wanting to deal with a real bra and hoping it still appealed to Jungkook's casual, athletic style. You checked yourself in the mirror briefly before grabbing your bag, confirming you looked chill enough but still felt like your best color-coordinated self. Heading out, you shoved a tin of chrysanthemum green tea in your water bottle pocket. Why not?

You whizzed over to Jungkook's apartment, yelling along to "Sex With Me" by Rihanna from your throwback playlist to hype you up in the car. When you knocked on his door after a nerve-wrackingly long elevator ride, Jungkook welcomed you with a "C'mon in!" amidst a mouthful of shrimp chips.

"It's not really dinnertime yet," (yeah, no kidding, you thought) "I went ahead and worked out but it's still kind of early, so I figured we could just have a snack and do the homework first."

"Sounds good," you affirmed. "I'm not really that hungry," (read: there's no way I can eat chips AGAIN right now, I'm going to bloat so badly) "but I brought tea so I can go ahead and make that if you want some too!"

"Oh cool, thanks!" Jungkook accepted. "Are you sure you're not hungry though?"

You almost gave into his sweet pout, but managed to convince him, and soon you both sat at the table with laptops open and twin cups of tea. You had a blast working together for the first time, acting out your "conversation" for the discussion board and pretending to respond spontaneously to each other's points like you hadn't already excitedly rambled back and forth through them in real life. You hit "send" five minutes apart, your idea to not seem too suspicious, and kept raving over Rear Window in between. As the sun lowered outside his living room window, you moved on to making the ramen.

After three offers to help Jungkook, all of which he denied, you simply made another steep of the tea, leaving a mug on the counter for him. Standing at the bar counter sipping yours, you enjoyed all the tiny, cute noises he made while chopping green onions and sprinkling extra garlic in the seasoning, like an anime character who came with his own sound effects. You could tell he made these recipe additions every time, because bulk quantities of the same simple ingredients lined the counters of his cozy kitchen. When he beat two eggs and dropped them into the pot, though, he couldn't seem to find a lid, and eventually settled on trapping the steam with a plate. You both waited on the egg for a silent moment, your foot bouncing under the bar while Jungkook restlessly acquired a slight wiggle. As he took a sip of his tea, a strand of hair fell over his eyes, and he yeeted it out of his face. Your inner language nerd cringed, but there really was no more apt word to describe the action.

You offhandedly said you liked his hair long, and he replied with a smile, "Maybe I'll have to keep it then."

"Do you like it too?" you wondered.

"Honestly no, it's kind of inconvenient."

"Oh, then why would you keep it?" you immediately asked back.

"Well..." he dragged out. "You like it? Maybe I should keep it if it looks better this way."

Your eyes crinkled appreciatively at his thoughtfulness, but then you backtracked. "Wait, no, it's okay! If you don't like it, don't feel like you have to keep it just because of something I said. You can do whatever you want."

"Hm, yeah." A demure smile tugged up the corner of his mouth as he lifted the plate from the ramen pot.

You watched him drag a chopstick through the floating, now-cooked egg to tear it into ribbons, then divide the noodles between two generously-sized bowls. He carefully wiped down the drips of broth from each bowl before sprinkling in his fresh toppings, then walked with you to the table.

Serving you with a pleased smile and a slight nod, he announced, "Dinner!"

"Wow," you mused playfully. "So gourmet."

"I'm really particular about my ramen," he admitted. "I have it down to a perfect routine at this point."

You took your first slurp of his particular, perfect ramen. "Well, it's really good. I'm impressed. And thanks for making me dinner, you didn't have to do all that."

"Oh, come on, it's instant ramen," he laughed. "Nothing special. And you brought the tea, so thanks. And thanks for coming over. And doing the homework with me. And...yeah." Rambling again. Why did he seem so...nervous? You were nervous. He couldn't be nervous. What reason did he have to be? But the twitch of his mouth under his wide eyes, his slightly reddened ears, his hand skittering over his neck—fuck—to ruffle his hair...every action turned another page of his open book. It felt infuriatingly unfair that genetics had assigned someone so sweet and shy and unsure of himself to that fucking body.

While you both ate and talked, you kept catching glimpses of any small flashes of skin you could find, as his long sleeves fell to expose his forearms and the wide neckline of his boxy black shirt gaped around his collarbones. What was wrong with you? Even if this did eventually turn into a dick appointment, the boy still had literally all of his clothes on. You tried to refocus on finishing your noodles, while your brain screamed at itself in shame that you could get this turned on by the sight of someone covered from neck to ankle.

Jungkook ate surprisingly slowly, probably because he kept pausing to excitedly explain his favorite things about the Cowboy Bebop episode you were about to watch together. You smiled into your tea through every out-of-context fun fact and "wait, sorry, that might have been a spoiler!"

Finally, he reached the bottom of his bowl and insisted on both taking your dishes to the sink and leaving them for him to clean later. "You sure you want to start on episode 2? Not 1?"

"Yeah, I remember well enough and your summary helped a lot too!"

"Okay, if you're positive!" he double-checked, grabbing the remote.

Gingerly lowering yourselves to the couch in sync, you avoided looking at each other as you both tried to calculate a comfortable distance between you. His hand looked ready to either hold yours or lower to your thigh, but he retracted at the last second, smoothing it over his own leg anxiously and still clearly itching to make a move. You shuffled closer to him until your thighs barely touched, and he shifted to slink an arm around you, letting your head rest on his well-muscled shoulder. After pressing “play”, he began wiggling slightly again, subconsciously grooving to the old-newspaper-style intro. Spike Spiegel appeared on the screen, his broad shoulders squared into a slouch as he listlessly watched TV. Jungkook kicked one leg over another and stretched his arms out symmetrically to echo the pose. Raising an eyebrow, he waited until you acknowledged him with a faux grimace and a hand to your ear, imitating the old man in a lab who’d just called up Spike for a new mission. You both burst into laughter and settled back into your former arrangement, Jungkook holding you imperceptibly tighter. Though you tried to stay staring straight ahead, wanting to genuinely appreciate the anime, you kept catching his doe eyes in the corner of your sight as you both giggled and gasped your way through the episode.

After avoiding eye contact too many times, you finally tilted your head for a cute sideways view of his face. He leaned toward you too, shyly closing the gap to touch his warm lips to your nose, then lower. You responded immediately, rolling your body with his so your chests met as he pulled you up into a full, deeper kiss. The longer you explored each other's mouths, the more Jungkook punctuated your movements with whimpers. He seemed hesitant to let his hands roam away from your face and neck, but his high, breathy moans made it clear that he was just as into this as you. Your hands had naturally found his taut waist, and at some point you started to bring them back up to his face too—but as your short nails grazed his chest, a particularly sensual, voice-cracking moan interrupted you. You drew back in slight surprise, blinking your eyes open to scan from his face to his body.

He followed your gaze, both slowly settling on the massive tent in his pants. You froze. Your breath grew heavier, confronted with evidence of his physical attraction to you, if nothing else. After regaining his composure, he laid a useless hand over his lap in a delicate attempt to distract you and brought his other hand up to tap your face lightly.

"Is this okay?"

His eyes glittered with equal parts hunger and concern.

"Yes!" you nodded, too quickly, too eagerly. "Yes, this is totally okay. Sorry if I'm being weird, I just...it's been a while." You cringed internally at your own words, but couldn't seem to avoid putting your foot further in your mouth. "I haven't really, like, hooked up like this before—like, I've had sex, but never really outside of a relationship. But don't worry, I get this is more your thing, and I'm totally down if you are. I just don't really know what I'm doing, and you clearly do."

Jungkook blinked at your admission, then his face twisted into something curious, inscrutable. Would he decide you weren't worth the potential for drama? His lips flattened out to a tight line, then pursed to speak, and you looked down at your lap, hoping he wasn't as embarrassed of you as you now were of yourself.

"Well, I've never had sex sober."

Your eyes flashed back up to his. A complex half-smirk offset the furrow in his brow as he exhaled in nervous relief. "So, I don't actually know what I'm doing here either."

You tried to delay your response as you processed the implications. "You mean..." You tilted your head for better eye contact, hoping to convey empathy but not pity while you silently contemplated how to proceed. "Never?"

"Yeah, I've always shown up to parties and the hookups just...happened. Nothing I didn't want, nothing bad like that, but always spontaneous. So I guess we're kind of meeting in the middle, because I've never really had to plan ahead for a situation like this and, uh, figure out what I want. Beyond, yknow, wanting to get laid in the moment, of course." Jungkook laughed off the end of his explanation, but the smile never quite hit his eyes.

"Well, okay, let's pause right there." You sighed. Something in his words didn't sit right with you. "What do you want? I want you to be sure about this, of course, but more than that, even—what do you like?"

"I..." he chuckled, sheepish, shaking his hair over his face again. "What, you want me to just tell you? Like, what I'm into?"

"Yeah," you shrugged, trying to project more confidence than you felt in hopes of encouraging him to keep opening up. "I want you to be able to communicate, I want you to be comfortable. And I want to know what you like, so I can make it as good for you as possible."

With your hands still laid flat on his chest, you felt his heart rate jump a tiny bit, and took the liberty of digging your nails in just slightly deeper. His breath caught him, and then he caught himself. "I don't know, I just want what you want."

Jungkook struggled to appear nonchalant as you rolled your eyes with an "Oh, come on," challenging his avoidance. Every instinct was telling him yes. He could hear his mind screaming at him to be intentional for once and let you take him, if not farther, then deeper than ever before. But he still hesitated, because being intentional in this case required him to be real. He had always been a fairly private person, but something about you made him feel so comfortable so fast that it counterintuitively made him more nervous. Of course Jungkook knew you weren't all innocent at this point, but the risk remained that you wouldn't really be down for everything he secretly wanted to explore. Even worse, though he didn't truly think you would, you could easily turn around and spin anything he revealed into yet another graphic rumor. Especially since you had no skin in the game yourself. He glanced down at your fingers, tensed into his chest, and narrowed his eyes.

"Why don't you tell me what you like first? And then I can tell you where we overlap," he grinned competitively. Your eyes widened as he tossed the challenge back your way. Not backing down, you flattened your hands and steeled yourself to settle the stakes.

"Fine—but only if you promise not to just go along with whatever I say. I'll let you know anything that's a hard no for me, but otherwise I want to hear at least one thing that's not on my list. I really do want what you want, that's how I am too, okay? So..." you paused to slide your fingertips over his collar and drag it down with a light scratch, now directly on his skin. You smiled with your eyes, enjoying the way he naturally responded with a hitch of his breath again. "Surely you can think of something specific."

He nodded quickly, before he could convince himself to back out. "Yeah. Promise."

"Okay," you confirmed, slightly nervous but determined to go through with this, for Jungkook's sake if anything. Seeing his body come alive with each new twist of the situation was building your curiosity, not to mention turning you on beyond belief. You could barely stand the warmth of his skin under your hands, so you drew them back to fold in your lap as you began. "So. Uh. To start. I've never really laid it all out like this either. I really like neck kisses? Like, a lot." Equally unused to this kind of directness, you wrung your hands together nervously, but sucked up the boldness to keep elaborating. "That's definitely, like, a big thing that turns me on...and then getting marked up and everything is really hot to me too. Like you can honestly go really rough with me on that, bite me even. I don't know if this is weird but even though it's annoying to cover up, I love taking off the makeup at the end of the day and seeing all the bruises on myself. Knowing I was walking around all day with that as my little secret." You swallowed shyly before continuing, but Jungkook interrupted the brief silence immediately with a hushed "Fuck."

You turned to face him fully and he didn't even move to meet your stare, eyeing the space above your sweatshirt's wide neckline like he was ready to devour you. Emboldened, your smile grew.

"So...yeah. I like being bitten, marked up. Mostly, uh," you rubbed a slightly trembling hand over your shoulder, "I'm just really into pain in general. Obviously not the bad 'I'm too dry and you're jackhammering me' kind of pain, or like, anal. Anal is a hard no. But things like biting, or hair pulling, or overstimulation. Or, like—I don't really know how to explain this, but...getting held too hard? That deep pain like when you get a massage when you're sore and it hurts but it's good, yknow?"

Jungkook looked like he was about to vibrate out of his skin, breathing shallow and rapid. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, just in time for you to whisper in conclusion:

"I love that feeling."

You suddenly looked away, reticent. A thick silence swelled between you, until he composed himself enough to punctuate it. "Okay. Yeah. Pain. So like, BDSM?"

"I mean, kind of? Sure? I don't have much experience with that and I don't really need the whole power dynamic aspect; I just like the, uh, physical pain. I wouldn't be opposed to trying further, but one thing I do know is I really don't like being degraded. And I'm not into the whole daddy kink thing either. I'm just not gonna call you that, sorry," you laughed, and fortunately he giggled too. "But I know that's not, like, necessary to the rest of BDSM, and the part about giving up control is still...interesting, for sure."

"Wait," Jungkook cocked his head, making a mental note of your last sentence before he went back to the previous one. "What do you mean, being degraded?"

You half-chuckled, half-cringed, never having needed to explain something like this, especially to a guy you hopefully were about to fuck. Cheers to better communication, you supposed.

"You know, how some people when they do dirty talk are like 'yeah, you little slut, you're such a whore.' I don't like being called any of that. Like it's fine that other people like it, there's nothing wrong with that, it's just really uncomfortable for me."

His brows knit together as you explained, and he shook his head so fast it almost looked cartoonish, like a little kid refusing vegetables. "Yeah, no. Don't worry, not really my thing either."

You sighed in relief. "That's nice. I feel like it's, like, weirdly common with guys. Maybe just the kind of thing people learn from porn."

"But you still like it rough, huh? Did you learn that...from porn?" he half-joked, trying to overcome both his shyness and his gritted-teeth arousal.

"No, I don’t like porn. Most of it’s really unethical. I learned from experience," you sassed back. "I don't have a whole lot, but enough to know what I like."

"Well. Hm." He worked his tongue over his teeth, poking one cheek out over his tensed jaw. You couldn't get enough of watching him grow fascinated by your every revelation, and you were preparing to keep pressing further when he beat you to it, posing a question. "Is there anything you haven't tried before, but really want to?"

Your face heated up instantly, tasting your own medicine. You looked back to your hands, breaking his intense eye contact to give yourself the courage to be even more uncomfortably honest. "I...I...um." Your first attempt at disclosing your fantasy came out as a squeak. Swallowing, you set your shoulders and tried again, selfishly reminding yourself Jungkook seemed so eager to please that this was 99% likely to get you exactly what you wanted. "I've always been, uh, really into the idea of, um, getting spanked. I've been, uh, too nervous to ever bring it up, before now obviously, but it's definitely one of the biggest kinks I've always wanted to try. Maybe being tied up too, I think I'd like it if I tried but I haven't thought about that as much. But, yeah...spanking, definitely."

"Fuuuuuuuuck."

A lengthened version of Jungkook's earlier under-breath exclamation made you peer up at him. Your thighs already pressed together from the tension of admitting something totally new, you found yourself needing even more friction just from the sight of Jungkook with his head thrown back on the couch, a veiny hand threaded in his hair to pull the long waves back from his forehead. The full reveal of his sharp eyebrows brought a whole new level of intensity to Jungkook's already beautifully carved features. He glanced over at you, then squeezed his eyes shut with a terse exhale. You couldn't place why, but you felt a deep attraction to the way he expertly restrained himself from acting on the lust written over his face—not under your control, but his own.

"Oh, fuck. What the fuck. How the fuck would you fucking know," he swore more in a single burst than he cumulatively had ever in your presence.

"What?" you toyed, heart rate still high but relaxed enough to enjoy agitating him. "Something ring a bell?"

Jungkook shuddered out a long breath, hand ruffling his hair as his other forearm still tried desperately to subdue his boner.

"Everything," he hissed, more willing to elaborate now that you had done the same, and especially now that he could tell you really did enjoy him being more assertive. "Shit. I...I want...I know you said not to just say this but I really do want everything you want. I can't wait to mark you up. I can't wait to hold you down and bruise your neck. I want it all, I want to make you hurt so good. And then—" Breathless. He looked almost embarrassed. "Then you had to go and somehow guess basically my biggest fucking kink, I can't fucking believe you." Both hands had come up to seize his long locks as he held himself back physically, while finally letting his guard down mentally to declare everything he intended to do to you. Letting out a short laugh, he finally met your eyes. "I wanna spank your ass bright red. Fuck. This is crazy. You're perfect."

Your core throbbed at every bold word. Leaning in close to him, you let your lips approach Jungkook's beautifully sculpted jawline as he panted, his chin tossed up to fully expose his neck. You stopped just short of his skin, in awe of how much you'd been able to work him up and still so tempted to take it to the next level. "Fuck," you echoed. "This is so hot," you murmured almost to yourself. Your eyes closing along with his, you dealt the final blow. "I love that we have so much in common. But come on, you promised. One thing that's not on my list."

Jungkook whined. You could tell he needed to touch you so badly, and no one was stopping him but himself. He had no way of knowing that if he cut the whole discussion and just took you, you wouldn't even try to resist at this point. Staring at his trembling mouth from below, you quickly averted your eyes when he opened his, pretending you hadn't been looking. He inhaled a short hiss, and then spoke.

"Okay..." He paused after just the first word, blowing air through the tiny "o" of his mouth as his eyes bugged slightly from nervousness. He couldn't resist a challenge, though, and his urge to please you overwhelmed his reluctance to peel back one more layer. "So, the pain thing. I think we, uh, feel the same about me giving and you receiving. But...I'm really into it for myself too. I don't know if you'd be comfortable with it, I know you maybe want me to be more dominant and I think I like that more too in general, but you can be as rough with me as you want back. I'd love that." Eyes still open but fluttering, Jungkook's tone grew breathier, heady as he confessed. You almost giggled at how bashfully he worded his desire to dominate you, to rough each other up, but the contrast was so hot you couldn't help sucking your bottom lip between your teeth, eager for him to continue. His voice lowered. "I love being scratched, marked, bitten...hit me, push me back, any kind of pain or any way you can hurt me, I want it." He shivered, but his voice firmed up even further. "I want it so bad."

You fought to stay motionless beside him, unable to even process how much more his honesty had turned you on. You felt helpless in your desire for him, your craving to give him everything he wanted and more. He noticed your charged stillness and shifted toward you, removing a hand from his hair to finally reach for your face. Threading his fingers through your hair instinctively like he had with his own, he tilted your head back to access your neck. Jungkook finally felt confident enough to tease you back as he skimmed his lips over your pulse point, tugging your skin between his teeth for a gentle first taste and grinning when you moaned. Seeing someone so satisfied, for reasons better than just his body or their pride, brought the most incredible rush of blood to his head. And his other head.

"And I get why you want it too," he finished with a whisper in your ear. "So trust me when I say I really, really want to give it to you."

In an instant, your hands yanked his hair down to bring his face up to yours, mouths crashing together. Feverish, restless, you kissed him, hastily attempting to straddle his thick thighs before he threw his body over yours and pinned you to the back of the couch. His hands wandered, intrepid, from your waist to a quick squeeze of your breasts before he spiraled you into his strong arms. Pressing your chest flush with his as your mouths meshed, he ground his hips into you shamelessly, enjoying the way you struggled beneath him to align your core with his rock-hard dick.

"Your room?" You rushed out the words.

Jungkook laughed a little, his tone half whine and half dare. "So we're done talking?"

"Come on," you pleaded back. He finally relented, pulling you up with him and dragging you across the living room and through his door, lips not leaving yours for a second. You backed him into the bed with your arms against his strong chest, and once he was sitting perched on the edge, you laid yourself horizontally over his thighs.

"What are you doing?" he murmured, curling a hand over the dip of your waist to hold you gently.

You angled your head back to make unsteady eye contact with him, flipping your shorts down boldly. His free hand automatically reached to slowly conform to the shape of your ass, so eager to touch you but tentative as he grazed your curves.

"Giving you exactly what you want."

"Fuck. Really? You're sure about this?" Jungkook held careful eye contact as you brought your arms back up, crossing your wrists over your head delicately. You nodded slightly and did your best to meet his gaze with confident invitation, convincing him how much you trusted and wanted him.

He smoothed his warm hand over your ass one more time, then brought it up and watched your thighs tighten at the loss of his touch. Breathing in, still a little shakily, he brought his hand down on your right cheek with a loud but mild smack. A grunt of satisfaction involuntarily left him when he saw your face flinch down into the sheets, subduing a small noise of surprise. He returned his hand to caress the light redness he'd left, checking in with you again. "Is this okay? Let me know if I should stop."

You replied with your face still tucked between your arms, muffled by the bed. "More than okay. Please don't stop."

He spanked you again, moving to your left cheek. This time you felt his dick twitch under you and couldn't help grinding down on him a little bit. "Is that as hard as you can go?" you taunted in low tones, brave enough to egg him on but not quite enough to meet his eyes again.

Jungkook's thighs and core tensed under you, and he squeezed his fingertips tighter, digging into the skin of your ass. "Not at all," he said simply.

Deep breath. A few seconds passed, and his hand came down, harshly. You cried out in shock, the timing unexpected and the sting far sharper, and he gave your other cheek a fourth hard smack before you could even process the third one. "Harder?" he tested. "Tell me."

Another spank. "Mmmf."

"You like this, huh?"

"Yes, I told you," you whimpered back, half-teasing even though you were in no position to do so. Immediately, he cut you off with a stinging hit across both cheeks, and you moaned.

"You really do," he breathed lowly. "Fuck yeah. Take it then."

He spanked you again, and again, then paused, tugging down your shorts all the way to your ankles to expose the crease right above your thighs. Rubbing your already sore bottom, Jungkook cupped the underside of its curve in his big, firm hand. Already anticipating your whine, he drew back his touch and hummed in harmony with you. He continued landing satisfyingly hard smacks, alternating to cover your ass evenly. His dick strained through his pants more and more each time you trembled under his touch. Never hitting you hard enough to do serious damage, he still clearly enjoyed his thorough reddening of your ass, and occasionally took a moment just to caress your skin as it warmed from the spanking. The pain lit your senses up from head to toe. Face burning with deep arousal, you mentally thanked yourself for going out of your comfort zone and unprecedentedly admitting your kinks before even venturing into your first time together. Amidst the thrilling sting of his hand meeting your soft curves, Jungkook eventually noticed your thighs clenching together, craving friction but not really wanting relief from the pleasurable burn.

"You're wet," he marveled, sliding two warm fingers up and down your slit.

"Mhm," you mumbled back as you tilted your hips into his hand. He gave you a light slap right on the folds between your legs, eliciting another soft moan.

"So good for me," Jungkook said softly, pulling you up into his lap by your waist. "You look so pretty like this. I wanna see all of you." He tugged your sweatshirt over your head, followed by your sports bra, thankful that it stretched over your head easily. Suddenly grinning, he wound up and shot it across the room like a rubber band, and you smacked his arm, giggling.

"What was that? You cheeseball," you teased, and he blinked, chuckling lightly back. It occurred to him that he'd never laughed, or made someone laugh, during sex before.

"It was so stretchy! Don't make fun of me," he blushed.

"You're so cute," you said, fingers sliding under his t-shirt hem.

"Cute?" His eyebrows rose in mock disbelief, and he reached around to land another hit to your still-red asscheek.

"Hot," you amended. Raising his shirt and finally getting a full glimpse of his enviable abs, you groaned. "You're extremely hot, and also really cute, and it's kind of ridiculous and I don't really know how to handle all of it at once."

His face scrunching up into a smile at the praise, he fell back onto the bed with his arms behind his head. "You are too, you know. Really cute, of course. But really hot too." As you discarded his shirt and moved on to easing his sweatpants down his hips, you held in a gasp as his erection sprung up from the waistband. He was big, thick, and painfully hard, his tip glistening warm with precum and a lone vein running prominently up his smooth shaft. Although you wouldn't be corroborating them, you had to admit to yourself that all the rumors were true. You instinctively curled a hand around it, barely covering half his length, and he winced at your slightest touch. Pulling off with a single slow stroke, you slid his sweatpants and briefs all the way to the floor and then stood, looking up from his legs to his blown-out eyes to take in the glorious sight of his fully naked body.

"You shave," you said, surprised by the clean skin under his arms and between his legs.

"Yeah," he demurred, self-conscious for some reason. He lowered his arms to fold them over his torso, somehow defining his biceps even more. "I'm on the dance team, and it's nice to feel all smooth for practice and stuff. I don't know, I just like it."

"Oh, that's cool! No worries, I like it too. And you don't mind that..." You looked down at yourself, still just standing naked in front of him. "...I don't? Like, down there at least."

"No, you do you!" he said quickly. With a shy smile, he admitted, "I actually kind of like it on you. I do this for me, anyway, not for anyone else," he playfully noted. Slowly, he was sitting up to take hold of your waist and lower you down to the bed with him. Pausing to kiss the sweet spot under your jaw, he continued. "So don't feel like you have to do anything, or not do anything, either."

Jungkook couldn't quite explain the nature of how his attraction to you had developed. Seeing how open and honest you were with him made it easy for him to be honest with you too, and just to feel comfortable being himself. He admired the way he could still tell you sometimes got nervous like him, but it didn’t stop you from getting real or going bolder. Unable to fully express it in words, he just hoped to ensure you felt as comfortable and respected around him as he did around you. He already knew that he wanted this to be more than just a one-time thing, and while he still hesitated to assume that you felt the same, he intended to leave no doubt by the end of the night.

You moaned as he nipped at the skin of your neck. It was so easy to get swept back up in Jungkook. You could barely handle the friction of his dick rutting against your wet folds from below, craving him inside you. "Ughhh. Wait, one more thing. I'm on the pill, are you clean?"

"Yes," he gasped, barely removing his mouth from your jaw. "Are you?"

"Yeah, so we don't need a condom. If that's cool with you!"

"Yeah! But, you're ready?" He seemed surprised.

"Aren't you?" you whined, beyond holding back. He felt so unbearably hard that his coherence and willpower kind of surprised you too. "Please, I want you so bad."

To your surprise, he lowered his head to the crest of your legs, dotting wet kisses down your torso. Keeping his big brown eyes on you, he teased your entrance with a finger and echoed your immediate groan at the welcome stretch.

"You really are ready," he remarked, awed at the ease with which your wetness sucked the digit in. Frankly, you were in awe as well. It had taken your ex-boyfriend months to figure out how to get you this worked up. Jungkook either had even more experience than you'd heard from the grapevine, or he was a natural. Or maybe you were just really, ridiculously, primally attracted to him. He went on to curve his finger in you and lick a messy swipe up your folds, sucking hard once he reached your sensitive clit. You cried out at the delicious burst of stimulation and he rose up to catch your lips with his.

"I had to do that, just once," he grinned breathlessly. "But—"

"Let me suck you off," you interjected, unbelievably fucking turned on and dying to please him.

"No," he gasped with far more fervency than you'd think anyone could refuse a blowjob. "Please, I was about to say—" he choked out a high-pitched moan as you ran a single finger up his shaft in anticipation, sinking the nails of your other hand into his thigh. "—I think I'm gonna explode if I don't get inside you right this second."

So he did have a breaking point. "Fuck," you muttered, bringing your legs around his to tuck your heels under his tight ass as he lined up. He eased his tip in, keeping heavy eyes on you the whole time, and you could feel the hot, thick tension in his thighs as he struggled to hold himself back from just thrusting into your heat. Slowly, he drew closer into you until he bottomed out with a low moan. You whined at the perfect slight pain of the stretch, and Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut, gripping you by your waist. Watching the veins in his forearms stand out as he drove almost all the way out and back into you, you rocked your hips carefully against his with each smooth stroke, getting used to his fullness. When his balls met your ass again, he shuddered a bit and opened his eyes into yours.

You answered his question before he could even ask it. "Jungkook—you feel so good. You can go faster, it's okay."

A smile hit his eyes before his mouth, and he kissed you once, pressing his chest to yours and intertwining your tongues eagerly. You bit his bottom lip as he slowly drew away, tugging it between your teeth to pull a sweet little whimper from his throat. Grinning, he leaned back in to touch his forehead to yours and simultaneously slid a subtle hand under your ass to curve your hips up with his. The slight leftover sensitivity of your skin amplified his light touch, and Jungkook seemed to realize this, curling his fingers to tease you with the tips of his nails. Instinctively, you ducked to bite his neck, not even registering your move to pass the pain back to him until he choked out a beautifully half-restrained moan and snapped his hips into yours. Gasping, you encouraged him to lose himself in you, dragging your lips up to latch around his earlobe. He hissed and thrust into you sharply again, meeting the time of your movements as you swirled your tongue between each of his hoop earrings. Soon he was pounding you rhythmically, finally letting you feel the full force of his strength but keeping remarkable control over both his body and yours. Both of you had gone silent except for your heavy breaths, lost in the moment, but the flexed shivers of his thighs and twitches of his fingers in your hair told you all you needed to know. Suddenly yanking your strands to pull you back from the additional bruise you'd sucked beneath his ear, he earned a new set of scratches on his back as your hands dragged down the muscular expanse in reply. Jungkook switched places with you to draw dark clouds from your skin, a storm brewing under your jaw. Your face fell into pure bliss, eyes shut and immersed in the barrage of sensation from his hands, mouth, and big dick filling you. Already feeling the familiar tension that preceded an orgasm building through your whole body, you chased him closer to his climax too, grinding back roughly into every thrust and raking your hands over every part of his firm body you could reach.

You had really been fooling yourself when you thought you could try something casual for once. You wanted more of Jungkook, all of Jungkook, nothing but Jungkook ever again. Knowing he'd never even gone back to the same hookup twice sank slight anxiety into your stomach, a kind of future nostalgia for this moment you already feared losing. You knew you weren't anything special compared to the catalogue of gorgeous girls he'd had his turn with, but a deviant voice whispered from the back of your mind that you could be, because it was clear none had bothered to learn him like this. You'd still try your desperate best not to want too much from him, but you resolved to do whatever you could to make him crave more.

Rolling your hips in a smooth circle against him, you clenched around his dick and your hands tightened their fierce hold on his tiny waist. You felt his abs tense within your grasp as he tried not to stutter into you.

"Fuck. No." His voice cracked, but held an undertone of ferocity. "You come first." Jungkook rushed a hand to your clit, adding pressure in small, deft motions with a fingertip as he kept fucking you deep. You sank your teeth into his shoulder in response, drawing your hands up his back to clutch him closer to you, and Jungkook cried out. You left your mouth on his golden skin to stifle your moans as he sped up his fingers, and he tried to let you stay there but eventually couldn't help pulling you off him to see your face. Eyes narrowed and eyebrows turning up sharp at the ends, he watched you like a hawk to track the exact moment when he pushed you over the edge. Your face crumpled and you felt your whole body burn under his gaze as you came, squeezing around him in waves of pleasure while he fucked you through your high, unrelenting. Drinking up the bliss obvious on your features, Jungkook's eyes never left yours and his expression grew more and more fucked out. You marveled at how even as you lost control and energy to fuck him back, your body freezing in orgasm seemed to turn him on further. One last pulse of the tension leaving your core made his dick throb inside you, and you impulsively broke your eye contact to lean in and bite down slow but hard on his neck again. He gasped.

"You're amazing." Murmuring into his skin, you kissed the bite marks gently. Jungkook whimpered at the sweet contradiction and lurched into your hips even harder. You recovered to move with him, squeezing him deeper into you every time he bottomed out, and as his breathless moans escalated in pitch, his whole body shivered with each stroke. Pressing wet, heavy kisses all over his neck, you felt his jaw flutter while his lips hung open. His considerable strength spent, Jungkook shuddered one last hard thrust into you and finally let go, coating your walls from within. His hips lightly rocked against yours as he stayed deep inside you, still hard and savoring the euphoric release he'd held back for so long. You felt so incredibly warm and comfortable around his sensitive dick, relaxed but still holding him tight, and he couldn't help holding you up for a languid kiss before pulling out of you smoothly.

He briefly looked into your eyes, and you saw stars. The sun had continued to set outside, and it peeked between the blinds of his window to wrap you both in a warm, slivered glow. Staring down at his hands on your body, Jungkook took a deep breath and collapsed to your side, holding you close. You settled into him, cupping a hand over his head on your chest. With your fingers laced through his sweaty hair, you stroked his temple with your thumb, worrying for a second whether the gesture seemed too intimate but forgetting your fear when he snuggled up into your touch. You felt the need to say something, to figure out what the fuck was next after this, but stayed silent, not wanting to disturb the comforting weight of his frame. Heartbeat still racing, Jungkook stretched out to breathe a long sigh. As he sank back into you, you stretched under him too, letting his solid, warm body drape over you like a blanket. This couldn't be farther from what you'd expected with him, but you weren't about to make it stop. Surely, eventually, he would.

A minute passed. And then five. And then, before either of you could talk yourselves out of it, you were asleep, intertwined.

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catsandstrawberries · 4 years

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Foot Issues

alright so im feeling inspired so here's a little thing I whipped out

Pairing: BalletTeacherJungkook x DanceStudentReader (mostly ballet)

Warnings: It sounds like a foot kink but its not, (unless you want it to be i guess) readers feet are disgusting, pain because ballet=pain, maybe sugar daddy (who knows, definetly not me 0-o)

Genre: Its literally fluff and I think im gonna make this a series because this is adorable

Summary: Reader is having some foot problems in ballet class one day and Jungkook is quick to check in on her

Ok so Jungkook is one of the biggest goofballs and relatively new to teaching

He's trained all his life in ballet, but after three years at a professional company he decided its not his cup of tea and he loves teaching so much more than performing

He gets job offers from a handful of state dance schools where they teach more than just ballet

He decides on the school that allows him to teach both the littles and the bigger kids because Jungkook is a sucker for the six-year-old smilies with the missing teeth.

When Jungkook firsts start his job he's quick to familiarize himself with the other teachers

Hoseok teaches Hip hop and Jimin teaches jazz and contemporary

It's a pretty versatile studio and the owner Kim Namjoon, even though he doesn't particularly dance, is suddenly Jungkooks idol

Namjoon is so good with the kids and teens, and he's so young and has already created such a strong business

Insert Jungkook making heart eyes at Namjoon uwu

But then Namjoon introduces Jungkook to you

You are one of the girls on scholarship taking the upper-level classes while pursuing a dance degree at college

"Jungkook, this is (y/n). She's one of the university students here on a scholarship. You might see her around because she clean's the studios on Monday and Wednesdays as apart of her scholarship, so if you need anything and can't find the other teachers feel free to ask her."

Jungkook thinks you look sweet enough, but it's odd for him at first because you only look two or three years younger than him but he's gonna be your teacher

You smile and try not to bust a nut because oh my god he's fucking attractive

You try to mask the color on your cheeks but before you can talk more Mr. Park is calling you because Contemporary is about to start

So you yeet yourself out of there, finally letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding

So you find out Jungkook is a pretty decent teacher

The only issue is all of the other uni students are too busy staring at his ass than actually paying attention

Well....you are too, but you aren't as obvious as them, right?

The cast list for the show specifically for the university kids is coming out soon

The show is the wizard of oz and you really want to be the wicked witch of the west

What? Not only does she get to do the fun, big jumps but Dorothy is overrated

So you have been working really hard in class and haven't really been paying attention to Jungkook until your foot starts to hurt bad

Your pointe shoes are relatively new and you haven't rolled your ankle so you don't really understand why

Jungkook comes up to you during a développé combination and he's grabbing your leg and placing your foot on his shoulder, his hands pushing your ankle up.

Ooooof the pain

you bite your lip to avoid the discomfort but Jungkook only scolds you,

"Relax."

sure relax, you try lifting your leg above your head.

But no, seriously Jungkooks extensions are insane, you watched him do a leg hold turn once and it was crazy

When Jungkook puts your leg down he immediately notices how red and swollen your foot is

After barre when all of the students go to the centre he calls you out and asks you to put on your flat shoes

You blank because

ExCUse mE

First off, he didn't ask any of the other girls to take off their pointe shoes, and you don't want him to think you're lazy or incapable and then give you a bad part in the show

You kind of stand there like an idiot while he raises his eyebrows at you,

"Bu-"

"now (y/n)"

Jungkook is never really strict with your class, sure he gets annoyed when some of you get off the music (cough cough* its always Lisa* cough cough) or when he has to give the same corrections, but he's pretty chill, he even lets you call him Mr. Jungkook

He wanted to be called Jungkook but Namjoon said he needed to keep a level of professionalism

Anyways

Jungkook sound generally mad at you and you try to hide your annoyed facial expression while you rip off your ribbons and slip on the flat shoes that make you look like a novice

On the bright side, you can do a triple pirouette in flat shoes while you can only do doubles on a good day in your pointe shoes

Class is kind of hazy because you're still annoyed but once it's over all of the girls go to bow to Jungkook because it's proper and you should always bow to your teacher

"Wait, (y/n), can you stay after? I want to take a look at your foot."

"Um...ye-eah, sure."

Fuck

You're gonna be alone with this snack

Jungkook sits cross-legged on the floor, clad in his tight, but somehow flexible jeans and his black T-shirt

"Did you do something to your foot? It was really swollen in your pointe shoe today."

You take off your flat shoes and roll back the tights of your injured foot though you practically feel no pain

Okay...

SO Jungkook is ATTRACTIVE, and he's gazing at your feet as if its the most important thing on the planet

but your feet are fucking disgusting

Your big toe lost a toenail the other day and you have blisters on your third and fourth toes. Bandages cover your pinky and its completely red.

"I'm gonna touch your foot."

Jungkook grabs your foot and puts it in his lap and looks up at you through the fringe of his hair, and this motherfucker starts to giggle

"Um..." You worry he's lost his shit for a second but then he's looking back down at your foot

"I've seen my fair share of gross feet (y/n), no need to be embarrassed"

Okay you're blushing all over and looking anywhere but him as he starts to ask questions

"Does it hurt? Can you feel this? Have you rolled over your box"

"No, no, and no."

This boi

He starts to massage your foot

Your filthy, ugly, foot

and it's strangely intimate

You gasp in a very unsexual way that sounds very sexual

You suddenly feel everything as if the blood was finally rushing to your foot

"Your pointe shoes are definitely too tight. My guess is that because of how hard you've been working your feet have swelled up a bit, which is normal-"

How can Jungkook move his hands like that? His fingers are spreading the skin and rolling his palm against the arch of your foot and it feels like heaven. His hands are distracting you so much that you don't even hear the compliment he gave you

"You're gonna need new pointe shoes though."

You stop drooling and flinch your foot away from his hands

"What?"

"You need new pointe shoes."

POINTE SHOES ARE EXPENSIVE

and you're BrOKe, there's a reason you're a scholarship girl

"What would happen if I just keep dancing on the pointe shoes I have now."

He sends you the same glare he did in class

"I won't let you dance in those shoes (y/n). They cut off your circulation and could damage your feet."

His eyes suddenly widen and he starts to blush a bit, "if money is a problem I can help you out."

"What? No, I can figure something out, and I don't want you to feel like I'm using you and I already have the scholarship I cou-"

Jungkook after rubbing some hand sanitizer into his hands that are kept in all the studios helps you to your feet by gently grabbing your hands

"(Y/n) I know your scholarship doesn't cover your pointe shoes, and if you want to be ready for rehearsals for Wiz you'll need them by Wednesday."

He gauges your reaction carefully and gently grabs your elbows as he stands in front of you,

"Hear me out, I pay for them, you pay me back when you have the money. Deal?"

You hate this, but you have no idea what else to do, and he's right. If you don't have them for rehearsals they might lower your position or not cast you.

"Fine."

You're suddenly very conscious of how close the two of you are and you both jump away as if you've burned each other

"Um, I should go." You turn to grab your bag but just before you head out the door you send Jungkook a smile.

"Mr. Jungkook, thank you seriously."

Jungkook will come to realize, that your smile will be stuck in his head for the rest of the week.

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secretly-tword-obsessed · 4 years

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T-I C-K L-I S

Request from this beautiful person right here: @randommusicaltickles

Jeffmads, Ticklish Discovery, Lee Jefferson

“That’s kinda creepy”

“I know”

“I mean, are you two related?”

Thomas Jefferson and his boyfriend James Madison had recently made the discovery that when Thomas put his hair into a high bun, he looked almost identical to Lafayette.

“No”, Thomas said, tugging at the elastic in his hair so that it could return to it’s normal lion-mane state; “I mean, he’s French, I’m Virginian, it’s highly unlikely”.

“But still possible”, James stated. Thomas just shrugged, “I guess so”.

They were both seated on a red couch at Madison’s place, waiting for Alexander to come so that they could begin their meeting. But of course, it was best that Thomas took the elastic out of his hair before Hamilton arrived. However, the elastic had many of Jefferson’s sweet brown curls tangled in it, and it just wouldn’t budge. Jefferson cussed under his breath in his attempts to yank the thing out.

James noticed Thomas’s struggles and chuckled.

“Shut up”, Thomas whined, “Or at least help me”.

“Oh come on!”, James said, “It’s just an elastic. Le’mme try!”.

James reached his hand towards Thom’s hair, and Thomas whimpered and bum-jumped away.

“No! You might pull out some of my precious hair!”.

“Oh come’ere!”, James said, wrapping an arm around his boyfriend’s torso. He scrapped his nails under the elastic and neatly pulled it out, just like that.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”, James said, Thomas still in his clutches.

Thomas rolled his eyes, “Easy for you to say! You have sharp nails!”.

“Yeah”, said James, “Check out these bad boys!”.

He wiggled his nails at Thomas smugly.

So, theres this strange phenomenon out there which has been strongly debated for as long as time itself. And that is, when a person is ticklish, they will give some reactions just by the sight of wiggling fingers. Perhaps it is due to anticipation.

Reactions, in Thom’s case, was a squeal and curling himself inward in James’ arms.

James dropped his hand and burst out laughing.

“Th-homas wha-hat was tha-hat!”, James laughed.

Thomas’s tanned cheeks turned a rich shade of red.

James had never heard Thomas squeal before. When he was annoyed or mad he cussed and rolled his eyes like the sassy man he was, something as girlish as a squeal was the least likely thing you would expect from a person like Thomas Jefferson.

Thomas couldn’t speak, only watch in embarrassment as his lover laughed his damn head off.

“Wait a sec”, James said, halting his laughter suddenly.

Thomas raised an eyebrow, “What?”.

James smiled, “How do you keep an idiot in suspense?”.

Thomas whined, “Jaaaaaames!”.

Said man just grinned, “Or rather, how do you keep a man who is as ticklish as a five-year-old child in suspense?”.

Thomas’s ears ricked up at the word. Oh, that dreaded word.

“What do you mean?”, he asked, tying to maintain the usual sassy flair in his voice.

James’ grin tripled in size, you could see his white teeth glistening.

“Well”, he began, “When I wiggled my gorgeous and flawless fingers at you, you squealed and turned into a little kitten baby, which is exactly how a little ticklish five-year-old child would react. Thomas, are you tick-”.

“No!”, Jefferson interrupted swiftly, too swiftly to be believable.

“Nah”, James said, “You are the T-I C-K L-I S”. With each letter, Madison scribled his fingers along a different section of Thom’s trapped torso and stomach. “H yeah, H yeah, your ticklish”.

“Lahahahazy rhyhyhyhyhymihihihng!”, Jefferson laughed. Even as he was being tickled out of his mind, he still had to make his usual sass-filled remarks.

“Lazy rhyming?”, James gasped, putting his non-tickling hand to his heart, “Why you little-”.

“NOHOHHOHO AHAHAH NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!”.

James had dug his fingers under Thom’s arms, and he was full on losing it.

“Ooo, I think Iv’e found a good spot”, James teased.

“SHUHUHUHUHT YOUHOHOHUR DAHAHAHAHAMN MOUHOUHOUHOUTH!”, Jefferson cried, wiggling around like a worm.

“Wow, saying that when your in this position, you should know better Thommy”, James teased, digging the hand that wasn’t under Thom’s arm into his neck.

Thomas pinned his chin to his chest and started giggling.

Giggling.

Madison stoped tickling under Thom’s arms and instead focussed on that sweet spot on his lovers neck. Thomas wasn’t screaming in laughter like he was before, he was just giggling and blushing lightly, his chin pinned to his chest.

“Oh my mother of sweet lord, thats adorable”, James stated, noticing that the lighter he wiggled his fingers, the more blushy and giggly it made Thomas.

“Hahahah nohohohoho”, Thomas whined through his giggle fit.

It would have to be seen to be believed. Thomas frickin’ Jefferson, being reduced to a child-like giggle fit and wiggling around like a worm in his boyfriends arms.

“Well, now I have a new favourite pass time, tickling your adorable widdle ticklish neck”, James cooed, watching how Jefferson’s face got redder with every word.

“Of course”, the shorter stated, lifting his fingers off of Thomas, “This is pretty good to”.

“Wait-NOHHOHOHOHHOHO AHAHAHAHAH JAHAHAHAHAHAHAMES!”.

Thomas went back into his uncontrollable laughing phase as James went back to attacking his deathly ticklish underarms.

“Shhhh, be quiet. We have to hear when Hamilton knocks on the door”, James teased as he tickled faster. Jeez, those nails could work magic.

“FUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUCK YOHOHOHOHOHOHOU!”, Jefferson screamed.

“Thats not very nice”, James pouted, “I am getting a little bored of this though”.

With that, James lifted his fingers.

Just as Thomas was about to sit up and give his boyfriend some serious shit-talk, Madison wiggled his fingers kn the man’s neck once again.

“Nohohohoho”, Thomas giggled, “Whehehehehen wihihihihihill yohohhohou stohohohohop?”.

Madison felt like he could melt.

“Hmmmm, maybe when you stop laughing?”, Madison suggested.

“Nohohhoho”

James kept his boyfriend in a calm and steady flow of blushy giggles for a few more minutes.

“You know what I think?”, James asked his boyfriend. Jefferson didn’t respond.

“I think you secretly love this, don’t you Thomas?”.

Thomas went redder, “Sohohohohohon ohohohof a bihihihihitch”.

James chuckled and lightened his touches.

That was when James heard a knock at the door.

“Oh”, he grumbled, a little annoyed about having to stop, “Looks like Hamilton’s here”.

James let Thomas go and stood up, doing a nice big stretch. Thomas glared up at him, “You nugget-head”.

James snickered at the expression, and walked down the hallway to open up the door for.....

“Burr?”

“Erm, hello”, the short man said. He was clad in a white suit and purple tie.

“Uh, no offence, but what are you doing here?”, James asked, going back to being his usual, formal self.

“Erm, I was hoping that you’d, erm, let me be apart of this meeting”, Burr said.

James sighed: “My sincerest of apologies Burr, but this is a private meeting. Perhaps we could all catch up at some AH-!”.

Thomas, the cheeky muffin, had sneaked up beside James and poked his left side. James turned around in shock, not believing that Thomas would embarrass him when he was tying to be formal.

Thomas just shrugged, “Let the man in, we’ll kick ‘im out when Hamilton gets here”.

James tilted his head at his boyfriend, before turning back to Burr, who was fumbling with his tie.

“Come in Burr”, he said, stepping to the side.

Thomas crouched down slightly and whispered in James’ ear: “Don’t think I will be forgetting about your reaction buddy”.

I guess that both Jefferson and Madison were the T-I C-K L-I S, H yeah, H yeah, ticklish.

Woooo that was fun to write! Sorry it’s so short! Please give feedback because my back is starrrrrvvvviiiinnngggg.

#hamiltonticklefic #hamiltontickle #jaffmads #lee!jefferson #ler!madison #request #fluff #tickle #ticklish #ticklish!jefferson

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kyufiber-moved · 4 years

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do you have any web kdrama recs? I'll do a trade and recommend Banana Actually- the whole series is 20 minutes long (at most) very good, digestible, and has some ~good~ kiss scenes.

i’ll check it out!! i do have lots of webdrama recs hehe ^^ i recommended most of them yesterday but here is a larger list of only webdramas !! it’s kinda long, so i put a keep reading !!

like- a korean webdrama that you can find on youtube starring kim yu an, kim kangmin (maybe, maybe not), yoo jungwoo (love after school), and seo ji hye- about a group of students who create a film club to make youtube videos and the dumb shit they get into, plus there’s some romance, betrayal, and fuckboys.- so so so so cute honestly. the dynamic between the characters of the club is so cute and funny, plus the love triangle has me wheezing. also the asshole fuckboy gets what he deserves which is super satisfying. it hasn’t finished airing yet, but so far it’s really cute

failing in love- korean webdrama you can find on youtube starring son sang yeon (triple fling), yang hye ji, and shin yoon seop- about a group of high schoolers who deal with falling in love, crushes, rejection, etc.- ok so the summary i gave was pretty vague but that’s because any more and i’d be exposing the whole plot. there is humor and fluff but also teenage angst, and the characters are all more complex than they first appear. i would highly recommend this show !!!

want more 19- a short webdrama you can find on youtube starring jung ha joon, sin gi hwan, jeon yoo rim, nam yoon soo, and lee jungha- a story of 5 friends in high school. A mutual crush, a one-sided love, and a rough patch for sweethearts, all taking place right around the end their senior year- OH GOD i can’t breathe this drama is so cute. it had me squealing every single episode, and it’s very lighthearted with hardly any angst

triple fling (s1)- a short choose-your-own-ending korean webdrama on youtube starring jung bomin, son sangyeon (failing in love), themanblk’s jeongyou, and themanblk’s eom sewoong- lee sehee accidentally becomes friends with the three most popular boys in school and ends up in a love square with them- alright im whipped for stuff like this so naturally i loved it. i also really liked how viewers could choose their own ending as for which boy she chose. there is a second season that i haven’t seen yet that focuses on another girl in ANOTHER love square (containing one of the guys from sehee’s love square) in which it shows which boy she actually did choose (and it was my favorite so . yay!)

when you love yourself (s1)- a short webdrama you can find on youtube starring jung mingyu (sweet revenge 2) and saet byeol .- about a girl who is heavier than her classmates who struggles with self-love and self-acceptance, and along the way finds love- god. i can’t even explain how much i loved this drama. the message is wonderful and there’s no moment where she glows up and loses weight and then gets the guy’s attention or anything: he simply loves her as who she is, no matter what weight she is, and is supportive. there’s also an episode that focuses on the queen bee girl who also struggles with weight and self-love and it’s just beautiful

my woofy poofy love / my dog-like dating- a short korean webdrama you can find on youtube starring chae ji an and kim do hoon (your imagination becomes reality)- a girl who has recently been cruelly dumped by her boyfriend brings a stray dog back to her home and wakes up to find that instead of a dog, there is a man! she happens to be looking for a roommate, and so this man (who can turn into a dog) becomes her new housemate- literally adorable. female lead is stunning and the relationship is so cute and fluffy and innocent, but the kiss is steamy as hell.

ok to be sensitive (s1)- a webdrama you can find on youtube starring kim da ye and kim youngdae (extraordinary you) and others im too lazy to put- focuses on feminist issues like sexism and sexual harassment in a college setting, which each episode focusing on one particular incident and the characters dealing with it- listen so like . this show had me emotional at some points bc of how amazing the message was. it dealt with sexual harassment, sexism, how females are expected to act, stalking, pressure to have sex… etc and basically every episode was like . you can stand up for yourself. you don’t have to “take it” just bc you’re a female, etc. also there was really cute romance uwu

ok to be sensitive (s2)- season 2 of otbs, also can be found on youtube, starring yoo hye in and lee shin young, as well as others but again im too lazy to list them all- same thing as season 1, but a different cast of main characters, and set in an office workplace. (original cast makes a cameo at the end)- the issues in season 2 were definitely a bit darker because it was set in a work place, where the main characters were worried about getting fired if they stood up for themselves, but the way things were handled was really admirable imo. also the male lead in this one is ABSOLUTELY adorable

go back diary- a 4 episode webdrama you can find on youtube starring kim ye ji and lee jong won (jaemin’s webdrama how to hate you)- about a boy who sees a girl at a karaoke bar (?) and instantly develops a crush on her. she then transfers to his school, and it tells the story of their love story after 10 years.- i’ll just say it right now. the whole drama was adorable except for the ending, which fucking sucked. literally was horrible. boycott episode 4 pls i was SO UPSET. otherwise, great webdrama

love after school (s1)- korean webdrama that can be found on youtube starring park so eun and yoo jungwoo (like)- about a couple who fell in love in high school and their story, told from 5 years later when they meet again- i love love love this bitch. LOVE. season 2 … we won’t speak of her lol. but season 1 is super cute and the ???? kiss at the end(ish)??? DEAD. literally anything with yoo jungwoo will destroy me but omg. it was fantastic

maybe, maybe not- a webdrama starring kim kangmin (like) and gong yoorim- a girl who can read minds and is an outside bc she knows what everyone is really thinking meets a guy that she can’t read the mind of- so fluffy. so cute. oh god. pls watch it’s so soft and cute

what to do with you- a korean webdrama - that is actually literally an ad for a facemask - starring lee hayoung and kim youngdae (extraordinary you)- saerom and geun are friends, but it feels like they’re something more. will they ever take the next step?- yeah this webdrama is super cute and that’s really all lol. also the bitchy girl in love after school is the best friend in this one oho

your imagination becomes reality- a webdrama that can be found on youtube starring oh se young, kim dohoon (my woofy poofy love), and jin ho eun- soram has a crush on a mysterious upperclassman, and wishes to see him again: she does, soon after. each time she makes a wish, it seems to magically come true. - yeah so like . it’s not a supernatural thing or anything, it’s just a cute college romance that’s basically every girl with a crush’s dream lol~!

crushes reverse- webdrama on youtube starring kim shi eun (miss independant jieun s2) and jung hyojun- yoo somi has a huge crush on her older sister’s longtime boyfriend, and her best friend at school happens to be his younger brother- i find the beginning hard to watch bc of the second hand embarrassment i feel when i do watch it but . it has a super cute ending and the main girl reminds me of shin hye sun so much it’s wack

how to hate you- webdrama starring nct’s jaemin, jim ji in (extraordinary you), lee jongwon (go back diary), and kim yoojin- oh miri meets her ideal type while working as a part-timer, but right before she’s about to confess, she realizes that he is her best friend’s mystery boyfriend. she asks han daekang, her new friend, to pretend to be her boyfriend for the time being. - the summary i gave was terrible but ITS RLY CUTE . also the main girl in this plays dan oh’s best friend / juda’s bully in extraordinary you and THE CHARACTERS ARE SO INCREDIBLY DIFFERENT DUDE . Legend. anyways its a bit cliche and we dont get any actual lip on lip action but its still cute lol

have a nice dessert! / drunk in good taste- drama special / webdrama starring kim hyanggi (sweet revenge 1; moment at 18) and kim mingyu (just between lovers ((as the crippled best friend’s anti fan turned romantic interest)))- chongnam loves desserts, and even has an instagram dedicated to taking photos of various deserts she eats. when her college life starts, she mistakes a classmate as an upperclassman, only to find out they’re the same age, and they become friends- listen . this shit was adorable. as when every single kim hyanggi drama, the kisses are cardboard flat and terrible but ! BUT ! the couple is super cute

a-teen (s1 & s2)- 2 season webdrama starring april’s naeun, shin yeeun (he is psychometric), shin seungho, kim donghee, kim soohyun, and ryu euihyun- about a group of friends who go through various troubles and grow closer as a group, as well as fall in love- ok so ... technically i haven’t even finished season 1 yet but !!! i know it’s a good show bc i did watch a lot of it !! plus in s1 episode 20 at 10:35 there’s a nomin cameo LOL SJKFSD there’s also a webdrama called “the guilty secret” i haven’t watched yet starring victon’s subin and others that is set at the same school as a-teen 1 and 2 and features the original cast in cameos !!

i have 3 boyfriends / boyfri3nds- short webdrama you can find on youtube starring kim ji eun, park sungwoo (produce 101 season 2 [that 30 year old dude who danced to rain’s song OMG], moon jihoo, and lee jungsik- when la hi gets in a car accident and wakes up with amnesia she finds that she has 3 men all claiming to be her boyfriend.- OK LISTEN . this show is so funny and cute. let me just say: you MUST watch to the end. that’s all i’ll say. pLS WATCH

lily fever- a short webdrama starring kim hyeyoon (just between lovers) and jung yeonjoo (witch’s romance)- kyungju needs her passport back, which her ex boyfriend has, but it turns out he left it at a friend’s place. when she arrives, the friend is leaving but says she can go inside: just be mindful of the houseguest inside...- yeah this is lesbian as fuck . it has like . hardly any plot, has a shit ton of crackheadery, and lots of STEAMY AS FUCK kisses. it literally makes like no sense though skdfksjd but if ur in the mood for some easy to watch girl pairing stuff, this is it my dude !

#asks #anonymous #kdrama recs #webdrama recs #drama recs #recs

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alien-at-the-dinner-table · 5 years

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Roll for Panic Attack

*Trigger warning: mentions of depression and suicidal thoughts*

I am afraid of a lot of things. Clowns. Death. Answering the door when i’m not expecting it. Sticking my foot out over the edge of the bed at night. You know, rational, normal stuff. But right now, I'm scared of something that feels like it shouldn’t be as scary as it feels. For the 2nd time in my (albeit young) life, am taking online classes at my local community college. My first time was 2 years ago, and it sent me reeling into a deep depression. As ridiculous as it sounds, I never want to get back to that place. Who would have thought, right??? But im getting ahead of myself, so let me explain the past so one can see where the issues in my grimy future lies.

Sophomore year of high school is where our intrepid young hero begins (read in the voice of Brennan Lee Mulligan: DM to the stars). As anyone in a fiery hellscape would do, I explored a program that gave me a glimpse of freedom: Running Start. In this wonderful program, high school students can attend college classes either online or in person, and not only earn college credit, but can be at the high school less. Great! At first, I thought it would be amazing! I love to learn, and I love not being at the highschool. Suffice it to say, I rolled really low on my perception. But my perception got steadily higher the farther I got in the process of applying. I felt like it might be too much. That I might not be able to handle this. But everyone in my life told me, “you’ll be fine! You’re a smart girl! And your so independent!” So I continued on… feeling like something was off.

Cut to a month before Junior year starts. I feel…. Nothing. I’m bored all the time, and nothing really makes me happy. I’m so scared im going to fail college and it hasnt even started yet… To my family, I am the same. After all, I am used to faking emotions thanks to all those years of thinking panic attacks were SUPER normal right! But I began to explore what was happening. Our hero rolls her dice: 18. I realized something that made me break down in tears of shame. I realized I didnt feel love for my family. I knew I loved them, but I didnt feel anything.What was wrong with me? I tried to imagine horrible fates befalling my family to see if I could muster up some feelings then. No dice. (get it? Dice? RPG’s? Shut up this is comedy GOLD) My sister found me sobbing in the garage. Grabbing my mother, they went to see what was wrong with me. I explained how I was feeling, and even voiced my fear of being depressed. My mom wrote it off as burnout. Which to be fair, I don't blame her for. I had been acting just as I always had.

Skip ahead some more. High school is in full swing, and my college classes begin. Things feel...okay. I was taking 2 classes: General Psychology, and Introduction to Art. Psych was tough, and its reading was intense. 1 page took about 10 minutes, so 6 pages: one hour. The professor thought that because we were online, we needed to make up for being lazy and not going to a classroom. We had around…. 120 pages on a good week. Wanna do the math there? Let me break it down for you: 10 pages=1 hour, 120 pages divided by 6= hours. About. Add to that the 5 hour assignments every week, 1 hour discussion forums, and hour long tests every week. Our total for this class hours per week: 27. Now, remember, I was also taking highschool classes too, and one other class. Also remember that I was 16. With an undiagnosed anxiety disorder. All it took was a month to break me, and send me hurtling towards depression with all the force and speed of a bowling ball dropped from the top of the Empire State building.

Thanks to my natural ability to repress my emotions and fears, my body decided to send a clear message that something was afoot! I began to get full body HIVES. We went to the doctor, and she basically went, “umm wow, that's definitely an immune system reaction…. But you aren't sick…. And you haven't been sick…. So I don't know why this is happening…” Always what you want to hear from a healthcare professional! So at this point you might ask: did any of this alert you to the fact something was off? No. At this point, I was in complete denial that anything was wrong. Surely getting up in the middle of the night to count pages and double, triple, quadruple check that I had planned every single second of my week was written on my planners pages. What did catch my attention, terrorizes me to this day.

I am religious, and I do my best to pray every night. During this delightful stage of my life, I began to ask God to let me die. I asked that when I went to bed, that I wouldnt wake up. That it would all just stop. That way, I wouldnt keep on down this path, suffering. I thought if I quit, everyone would be disappointed in me. What a waste. How pathetic, right? Of course, this was myself talking. But I wanted to die. I didnt even care if I went to heaven. I thought even if I ceased to exist, it would bring peace. Inkey, dark, peace filled sleep.

This is what scares me. Because I can never get to that place. I hated myself so much. But what was worse was how I felt about my family and friends. I began to resent them a bit. Just a little. How dare they love me! Why do they have to keep me here? I knew that if I died, it would destroy them. I had no illusions that those I loved would be better off without me. While I thought I would cause them shame and disappointment in life, I knew that in death I would kill them with me. And while I might not have felt love as I do now, I never wanted to cause them pain or suffering. Ever. So here I am now. Better, because I can tell you it can get better. Scratch that, it WILL get better.

And now to the present: a full circle of sorts. I am so scared that this course will be too much, that I wont be a college graduate. Please understand: I honestly thought for a long time that I wasn't going to go to college. Not because I couldnt. But because I didnt see the point, at least for the art fields. And honestly I still do. But I know that even with a stupid certificate that I probably could have taught myself all the same information for a 10th of the price, it will open doors for me. And to be perfectly frank, I want to make my family happy. I want them to be proud of who I am. I want to be proud of myself. To prove that no stupid mental illness will take this away from me. Not again. I know I can pass and even excel in a college environment. In fact, during my tenure at Running Start, I was invited to join the Phi Theta Kappa Honor Society.But I want to be able to mentally handle this. I want to be strong enough for ME. I know that finishing this won't make me weak, or if it is too much that it means I am lesser than. But I'm going to try damnit! And if it is too much, then I will stop, or at least work with my therapist to see what would be best for me.

And so, our hero begins her journey. Roll for Initiative.

#mental health #college #rpg #brennan lee mulligan

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anonil88 · 5 years

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loyal lines, loyal stunts (wayhaught college au): chapter 8

An update finally, its shorter than i originally wrote it but, im happier with it this way. Any and all feedback for this chapter is appreciated. Im back back in the US now.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16373183/chapters/39744492

Nicole felt super relaxed. Her body felt weightless and her dreams soft. Usually when she had a bit too much to drink her mind was either blank of filled with nightmares of failure. This night was different though, it started out noiseless but turned into a dream filled with warmth and happiness. She nuzzled forward into the warmth of something in front of her body. Something in the back of her head telling her to wake up, but she pushed the thought away and fell back asleep. Reaching out Nicole pulled herself to bury further into what she sleepily assumed was a very warm blanket. Waverly was wide awake when Nicole pushed her into her chest. Her eyes were wide and downcast staring at the red mound of hair curled into her chest. At first it was from shock and then she realized Nicole was still asleep. She’d woken up a bit earlier to Nicole pushing her body closer and closer into her arms. Waverly could wrap her arms around Nicole’s shoulders and she fit so well that Waverly let her stay there. She knew she shouldn’t, but it felt nice it felt right. Her fingers were threading into and playing with random strands of red hair while she gazed down at her friend. She was really beautiful as always, but like this it made Waverly drift into puppy eyes and started to make her heart flutter. Nicole sighed audibly and clung to her body closely. Waverly bright red nail marks indented on the pale back of Nicole’s neck and a small bruise on the side. Those bruises most definitely were caused by the kiss she had pulled Nicole into the night before. The kiss that she could remember clearly even though some parts from the night before were somewhat foggy. She remembered the kiss. It was almost everything Waverly had imagined many times before. From the way Nicole gripped at her body with hunger, to how soft Nicole’s lips were when they brushed against her. It was almost perfect but then she remembered Nicole rejected the kiss almost immediately. From that point on deep into the cool night there was unspoken tension. It was like there was a wall of steel between the two of them until they both fell asleep.

That was until Waverly woke up from her restless slumber to Nicole mumbling in her sleep. She was faced away from Waverly’s gaze, lost in what Waverly assumed was a dream. This was no normal restless dream when Nicole let out a quiet yelp and her fist clenched against the pillow her head rested on. Waverly was propped on her arm staring with uncertainty. She fought sometimes in her sleep too, Ward Earp’s hateful taunts echoing in her many nightmares. She didn’t know what to do so she rested her fingers to Nicole’s bare shoulder. When she drew lazy patterns of hearts Nicole stilled back into an even patterned breath. Waverly kept drawing out forms getting lost in the moment of how intimate this was. The one girl on campus who turned her brain into soup. Nicole turned around in her sleep causing Waverly to stop her fingers movement and pull back quickly. Due to the position switch her fingers were dangerously close to Nicole’s lips. She ghosted her finger tips over the soft pink flesh before pulling them back and gazing at Nicole until sleep pulled her back in. Waverly fell asleep and woke up with the Nicole Haught in her arms. Waverly knew she was so screwed. Based on the overcast sunlight hanging over the sheet Waverly knew she would have to move soon. She still had classes to make, clothes to change, a shower to take, and sorority sisters to kiss ass to. Her mind felt at ease with Nicole as if nothing could ruin this moment and it was then that she wished she never had to leave Nicole sleeping soundly wrapped up in her arms. Waverly kissed the top of Nicole’s head ever so lightly, the faint smell of vanilla flooding her senses.

Nicole was wide awake now her arm draped over Waverly’s body but she didn’t want to move. Partially she did not want Waverly to start running from her. The smaller woman seemed so comfortable holding her and Nicole did not want to disturb her. Waverly was gently resting her chin on Nicole’s head one hand brushing up and down her shoulder. Nicole held her breath hoping the girl wouldn’t notice the change in rest. Cold finger tips moved against the tender spot on her neck and she felt her heart ache. The kiss replayed in her mind and she thought about how it could be so simple to do it again. Champ, Nicole thought. Last night, after the kiss she didn’t have much time to explain to Waverly that the kiss was great, she just wanted to be sure Waverly was sure. Sure, about kissing her. Sure, about what that meant about their friendship they were fast growing. Waverly was quickly winning a spot in her heart. Romantic feelings or not Nicole knew she could easily call Waverly a best friend. Her time for explanation was cut when Rosita asked her to kick out some stragglers in the back yard.

“Yo, rent a cop why are you, Zetas always ending a good thing,” Champ drunk off his ass Hardy yelled at Nicole when she walked out the back door. Her face went bright red for many reasons as the burly triple athlete breathed heavy in her direction. The irony being because his drunken antics had just ended one of the best kisses she had ever experienced in her life. His breath stunk of liquor and stale cotton mouth. She smoothed her brow and chose to ignore him.

“Alrighty everyone you have to go or else security shuts this down and I lose my job,” Nicole herded the crowd towards the exit gate. People started to file out of the yard slowly while she motioned to the open gate door with both arms.

“Rent a cop answer me,” Champ hollered while wobbling closer into Nicole’s personal space.

Nicole kept her cool and rolled her eyes, no way she was going to let this tool get to her. Especially not a tool who would most definitely complain to a superior if she did.

“Hey Heyyy Christy,” Champ screamed towards Chrissy. The honey blonde was sitting on the back porch next to Nicole’s converse hunched over. She rose her head slowly and grimaced what Champ. She scoffed under her breath which made Nicole chuckle quietly.

“You are soooo hot but where is Waverly.” Champ questioned both Chrissy and Nicole.

Chrissy shrugged and looked up at Nicole knowingly. Nicole chewed the inside of her jaw refusing to look down and kept her eyes focused. Focused on the line of people leaving the yard. She just wanted to avoid Champ’s eyes at all cost. Her ears tuning into the whispering and giggling amongst students passing her.

“Fuckkkk I lost her, I was trying to hear those pretty little moans tonight,” Champ chuckled out loudly.

Nicole bit the inside of her cheek hard attempting to keep her anguish from her face. The slight taste of iron coating her tongue when she winced. She was still looking at the line but her hands started to ball at her sides. What a pig she thought. Champ stepped into the line past Nicole and leaned against another football player in his group. This one extremely tall with a goofy smile stuck on his face. Champ started to mimic a shrill moan from the back of his throat, ahhh champ harder, the group of guys laughed.

Nicole gripped her knuckles tight with her heart beating faster. Champ continued moaning and thrusted with his hips as he and his group stumbled closer towards the gate. Nicole was one more stupid moan from knocking Champ flat on his ass. What kind of boy thinks it entertaining to mock the girl who is letting him shtup her. Especially a girl as kind, smart, and understanding as Waverly. Waverly who was probably sitting in her room confused or not too far from hearing this jerk detailing the sounds of her pleasure to a crowd of people. Chrissy wrapped her arms around Nicole’s leg when she saw the redhead step forward.

“Shut the fuck up Champ,” Chrissy shouted from the step. Champ whirled around from his group chuckling.

“Lighten up Chris and when you see Waves tell her he neeeeddds her.” Pointing to his crotch Nicole couldn’t hide the fake retching she made. Champ was backing out of the gate when he spat words in her direction at least I can do more than any old rent a cop can. Chrissy finally let go of her leg with the last guest leaving. Nicole let out a sigh she wanted to enjoy the feeling of Waverly lulling her back to sleep. No matter what she wanted she couldn’t and she knew exactly why. Waverly shuddered at Nicole’s breath touching her skin and Nicole felt it. She could really get lost in kissing the neck and the collarbone her face was so close to touching. Instead she pushed away and unwrapped her arms from around Waverly. Rolling over she slid out of the bed and stood there staring at Waverly. Waverly looked slightly lost in the eyes from the loss of contact. But, her lips quickly turned to a soft but fake smile quickly and her eyes softened.

“Hey Waves so I should get you to campus before work.” Nicole checked the time on the alarm clock while fiddling with loose thread on her shirt. Avoiding those hurt eyes and the sickly convincing smile. Anyone could be convinced if they just did not know Waverly quite well enough and Nicole felt like she was at least starting to. Waverly played with the edge of the pillowcase looking up at Nicole. Her thoughts wanted to say really after you kiss me like that you throw me out. Then again though she was the one who kissed Nicole not the other way around.

“Good morning Nicole,” was all Waverly could say instead of chastising Nicole’s tired ears. Waverly made her way to the bathroom after awkward morning pleasantries shuffling with a pair of Nicole’s spare basketball shorts in her hand. Waverly felt like crying because here she was being given the cold shoulder because of a stupid kiss. Nicole was in her baggy dark green uniform when Waverly stepped out of the bathroom. She’d chosen to wear her messy red waves down to hide the bite and nail marks on her neck. When she slipped into the bathroom she attempted to hide them with make up but it was easier this way. Standing in the mirror she did stare at them for a bit running her fingers across the tender skin. She couldn’t help but feel warm under her skin thinking how Waverly marked her in a way. It was slightly enthralling. Helping to hide the mark was her hair that was growing longer these days. Nicole didn't have a reason to cut it since leaving behind basketball. So, it started to fall on her shoulders now and she pulled her cap down. The two women did not say much of anything to each other except for silent nods. Waverly sat beside Nicole in the passenger side seat typing furiously to someone. The clicking of the onscreen keyboard and the low playing radio filled up some of the silence. Waverly’s ears were burning with annoyance and upset.

Chrissy So how was your night ;)

Waverly Shitty Chrissy Damn I have heard NOTHING but great things about hops skills

Waverly Didn’t even do that actually I kissed her and she rejected it

Chrissy She...never mind, what happened

Waverly Well I was stupid, and I kissed her, and it was great. Like fireworks and tingling skin great. But then someone knocked, and she jumped off me like I was a disease.

Chrissy Maybe she was spooked

Waves We haven’t even really spoken since we woke up. Let alone about that kiss.

Chrissy I’m sorry, waves but yaknow talk to her even if you aren’t the best at that

Waves What if she hates me Nicole decided to break the tension, this was getting to be too much for her to bare, “so uh Champ was looking for you last night.” Waverly mumbled, “yea I know.” He had texted her multiple times when she checked her phone that morning. Including a picture, she did not wish to ever receive unsolicited. But, she ignored every single of his messages too wrapped up in her conversation with Chrissy. Nicole mumbled, “Oh um well I just thought I’d tell you.” The car was again filled with silence and Waverly turned up the volume slightly on the radio. “She's so hot, hey, what's not to love

Heaven's little devil's got me all messed up

She's a little heart breaker, and I'm her fool” “So we aren’t going talk about it then,” Nicole decided to ask. “Talk about what,” Waverly coldly let out.

The radio continued to churn out.

“She's so hot

It's hard to be cool

Hard to be cool” Nicole stopped her car in the lot of the dorm and shifted gears to park. “Were you that drunk, damn”, Nicole cursed to herself out loud. “I shouldn’t have kissed back waves I am so sorry.” Waverly dismissed her.“ Whatever Nicole, it wasn’t your fault I kissed you,” she replied dryly. Nicole looked over in disbelief but noticed the time, “you have a class at 10 right.” Waverly nodded keeping her arms folded and her gaze out the front window. “Please go do what you have to and ill drop you on campus so you aren’t late, okay?” Nicole asked hoping the girl would say yes. She flashed her a dimple to coax her further. Even though they kissed maybe they could ignore that and fall back into whatever state they were in before the kiss. Waverly said okay and rolled her eyes at the dimple straining on Nicole’s cheek. She left Nicole to plop her forehead on the steering wheel in thought. Waverly dashed away and up the stairs to her room to quickly pick out an outfit, freshen up, and pack her backpack. 40 minutes, plenty of time she thought. Waverly ended up rushing for an outfit at the last moment. Throwing on a simple long-sleeved shirt and jeans, her hair thrown in a messy bun she was slipping her coat on. Her phone started screaming with Nicole’s name popping up. She slid open the answer call on speaker, I am coming she yelled as she threw on her backpack and pulled a pair of gloves from a drawer. It was a lot colder today than previous fall days so far. Winter was coming. “Waverly,” Nicole groaned, “you have 5 minutes before I run up there and hoist you over my shoulder, I’ve got 15 minutes to get you to...what building?” Nicole questioned. Waverly grimaced once overring herself in a mirror quickly, the answer was not going to please Nicole at all. But being hoisted over the red heads shoulder sounded wonderful no matter how upset she was at her. Before stepping out of the room Waverly swallowed her thoughts and locked her door, “Uh Bart.”

Nicole groaned, Barton Hall was a good 20 minutes away from this dorm building specifically. She started the car again and turned it around to face the exit. Waverly hung up after crackling over the car speakers, “I’m almost there through running pants.” Nicole saw the brunette barrel towards the passenger side and reached over to open the door. Normally she would have gotten out and unlocked it for her, but this was not the time for a chivalrous tardy moment. Waverly clutched her seat belt while Nicole slid to a stop and into an empty spot on the street outside Barton Hall. Waverly hopped out of the car checking the time on the dash. 9:57.

“I... thankyou...we will talk later for sure about everything kay,” Waverly shook her head profusely starting to leave the car.

“It’s okay Waves I’d do anything to you,” Nicole stammers out her eyes going wide at the slip up. Waverly stopped her frantic removal from the door almost completely. She peered through the half open door shrugging on her pack. Nicole’s gaze fell from Waverly’s eyes to a small questioning grin forming on her lips.

“You mean…. for me Nicole,” Waverly said. “Yea that too but go waves shake a leg,” Nicole chuckled nervously and looked away. Waverly closed the door waving goodbye and ran into the building. Nicole let out a sigh seeing Waverly disappear behind the metal door, before putting the car back in drive.”

Yea friends I can do that she thought.

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Nicole pulled into the security office ready to tackle Woodbridge's next great campus story. Her jacket hung loosely to her body as she adjusted her hat at the door and made her way into the building. She waved to Lonnie before walking to the officer’s area and clocking into the digital shift management system. “Lucado wants to see you Haught,” another officer stated exiting the biggest office down a hall. Nicole sighed and checked her appearance in the reflection of the blank asleep computer screen. The least she could do was look presentable in front of her boss. When she knocked on Lucado’s door her no nonsense toned boss stated, enter Haught. The conversation was brief, Nicole sat in her seat confident and stern faced. Lucado grilled her about a few student officers and questioned her about academy. At the end of the conversation Lucado slid Nicole a yellow piece of paper stamped recommendation. It was somewhat shocking to Nicole but Lucado insisted. Send copies of this in when you send in your secondary paper applications. It should help you, even though you need not much help. You will make a fine officer one day Nicole. Lucado was stern but that validation was very rewarding to Nicole. She shook her chiefs hand before exiting the office and walking back to find out her duties for the day with a pep in her step. *** Waverly was in her last class and she felt drained. The hangover she never got hit her hard halfway through the day. So hard that in the middle of her lunch period she sat curled in a booth her jacket hood covering her face in the cafeteria. She was blocking out as much light as she could just to keep the headache at bay. It must have been the jungle juice from the party she internally reflected. Waverly found a way to text Nicole through the building pressure to find out her day was going better than hers at least. Hangover or not, that Monday ended up terrible. From a pissed off sigma president to an equally pissed off cheer coach things began to pile on Waverly. Usually the pressure of college was manageable but today was not one of those days. The sigma president was upset because Waverly had chosen a pink shade of paint for a mural that was practically the same color as their soror colors it just had a different name. The cheer coach was unhappy with Waverly for constrictively criticizing another cheerleaders twist as she dismounted during practice. Even though as captain that was one of her responsibilities. It made no sense to Waverly, but she took the judgement just the same. Her favorite history professor loved her paper at least. It was in her history afternoon class that Waverly hung her head and felt tears prick at the sides of her eyes. She really shouldn’t be crying she thought this wasn’t the worst moment she had in school so far. When the class was dismissed Waverly stood outside of the building while checking the and pondered before calling. “I am so tired,” she mumbled across the phone.

#wayhaught #wayhaught college au #wayhaught fanfic #llls chapter 8 #llls #waverly x nicole #waverly earp #nicole haught #wynonna earp fanfiction #wynonna earp #fanfiction #loyal lines loyal stunts #wayhaught fanfiction

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randomboo256 · 2 years

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Sonic 2 Review

very light spoilers

I'll preface this by saying that the most entertained I was while watching it was when I starting playing Kingdom Hearts music over the movie whenever they talked about the power of friendship/teamwork/family. That was the only time I smiled, and that was because of my own joke.

The story is whatever. A lot of the movie felt like filler. A lot of the wedding stuff and the stupid dance off could have been completely cut. Also that weird online casino ad in the middle of it felt kinda random but idk I was kinda into it.

I would be fine with the plot more if the characters were entertaining. They weren't. I liked Sonic at points, but at other times I was genuinely annoyed by the blue rodent. The movie had awful humor, and the supercharged rat was the source of a lot of the jokes. A good amount of Sonic's lines in these films are just shitty pop culture references. Am I watching fucking Family Guy? Sonic is also still acting like a kid in this movie, even by the end. The film starts by saying Sonic should be more mature, and the film ends by... saying Sonic should be more mature.

WHAT WAS THE POINT OF THIS THEN??!!

From a character development perspective, this movie is a fucking filler episode. Maybe in the next movie Sonic will act more like the games? Or maybe the one after that? Or after that? or after that. or after that...

Tails felt completely unnecessary. Tails only feels like he's here because they teased him in the previous movie. Like "oh shit, we actually need to include him now". He's introduced so suddenly, like they retroactively forced him into a scene. He and Sonic also take no time before immediately becoming friends. He has almost nothing to do character wise. Even plot wise he has basically no point in being here other than further convince Sonic that he should be more mature, which Tails didn't need to be here to do. He also didn't have much of a personality. They insist he's a smart guy but he never does anything smart, except for once during the last fight scene. His personality is essentially the "obsessed yet embarrassed blushing fangirl" role. Wait a second...

Knuckles was ok, but he feels like a ripoff of Drax from Guardians of the Galaxy, mixed with a bit of Teen Titans Starfire with how they say sentences weirdly. "Base of the ball" is a quote from him. Originality. His turnaround was quick and jarring. He's like "but eggy weggy, I thought we were fwiends?!😢" and Robuttnik is like "bitch I've been shitting on the concept of friendship this whole movie. Shoulda saw this coming ngl". Then Knucklehead nearly drowns and Sonic saves him then Fuckles says "Y u save me?" and Sonic says "bc Im epic. Lets be pals".

They try to give all three "tragic backstories" which is such a played out trope. "Oh shit, how are we going to get our audience to feel empathy for our characters? I know! Just say that when they were a kid they got pissed and shit on or something!". It's just lazy writing.

Eggman was frankly annoying. It seems like the creators heard people liked Jim Carrey's overacting in Sonic 1, so they tripled down on it her. I thought he was ok in 1, but they pushed the "I'm a crazy smart weirdo" thing too far in 2. I was hoping that they would make Eggman act a little closer to the games in 2, but alas.

The humans had basically nothing. Tom was probably my favorite character just because he served as a straightman to all this nonsense, but even he barely had any screentime. The rest of the humans were either uninteresting or obnoxious.

All of this wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't for the consistently bad dialogue. It's like the movie was written in a week.. then thrown through Google Translate a few times.

OK, maybe it's not THAT bad. After all, I didn't hate the movie, but I was also struggling to keep myself watching it. I'll be honest, I'm very easily entertained person. If even I'M constantly checking the runtime, you fucked up. If this movie wasn't about Sonic, I wouldn't have finished it. I understand the movie is written for like infants, but I feel like a Sonic movie should target older age demographics. I've always imagined Sonic as a more tweenage focused series, but these films are clearly aiming lower. Oh well. The references were neat I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

I don't do ratings, but I'd give it maybe a 4/10. The CGI and some of the cinematography looked good, I liked some of the action, and I think kids would probably like it. It's not for me, that's for sure.

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OWO hey im gonna be dorming in college soon jsjsjsj idk if u dorm or not but any college tips

OH GOD I WISH I COULD HELP U BUT IM GONNA BE A FRESHMAN THIS FALL TOO (I WAS FORCED TO TAKE A GAP YEAR) AND IM NOT DORMING BC ITS CLOSE ENOUGH TO MY HOUSE DHFKDFHDF but UHH ive been watching a shit ton of youtube videos??? also triple checking my student email like, every day and i plan on taking notes on my laptop then writing by hand if im not lazy enough for memory purposes???? an irl of mine made a spreadsheet of things shes getting for her dorm and planning out whos buying what with her roommate if thats what ur lookin for too!!! and UHHHH rlly not procrastinate with finals and shit bc my friend had a 15 page essay to write in like, 2 days LOL GOD i wish i could help more but i dont have anything to go off of so HOPEFULLY . I HELPED U WITH SOMETHING

#also. keep ur fuckin dorm room CLEAN i went to visit my friend at the end of the year and me and another friend CLEANED IT FOR HER #anonymous #answered

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neuropathicgypsy · 6 years

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More knocking today

Two different people.i figured out they were messing with the air conditioner.

The dude just here said he couldn't budge it. It was jammed stuck in there

Since Gordito was warning me that he was going to kill me, I assume he was a big strong guy cause Gordito says he was all fired up.

So the next guy down the row is all "I send the weaker guys do and i tell them if they can't do it I'll do it myself and beat them in the ass, too"

So I had 15 minutes to move the air conditioner, by myself because that's what I have to do because I'm an adult.

So this dude is all with his hidden camera on my front door and he's all "oh my God my guy said he could not move that air conditioner and it would not budge for anything and she pulled that out with one arm! One arm! Oh my God, she what she means when she says "bring it" she meant it!!!"

And he's going on and on about my one arm.

I told him "I used two, don't be so dramatic"

But I did. Yesterday my daughter and I brought the wagon full of groceries up the stairs and into the house. I was looking at the goods still in it to see what we could use as weapons... luckiest chance will be he will stop to eat.

Worst case is that I run out of Chips Ahoy cereal and there was only one box so someone has to explain that.

But this dude is all scared now.

Im a very big girl with lots fat on my ass, stomach, thighs and arms oh and my quad chin. But not so far under that is muscle.

It didn't bother me at all to pull it out

Had to move the (unwrapped) presents and Christmas tree so I could fit then I had to pull out the metal machine then the window was stuck and I only had 15 minutes and that 15 can go quick so I was pulling hard as hell to get it straight locked.

He is screaming the whole time with this little electronic gadgets at his side all "oh my God I can't believe she did that! She's all "ic can't move it hurts so bad wah wah and she does this with on hand to the air conditioner"

Genius, radio frequency ablation or not. I'm not fucking gonna sit there with some dude trying to get in the easy way no mother fucker. Hell no that's lazy as fuck. I had to break into my own house because I Locked my keys in. No. You are gonna have a more difficult time to get into my house than I do.

#gofuckyourself

This mother fucker claims to see the light after promising all his little buddies that he's gonna kill me. He's now gonna break all them promises cause for Jesus sakes.

That's cool. I won't hold it against him.

Got all my windows and doors blocked. Break it and get in and you're gonna be all fuck i just rolled into Home Alone 2020.

I am not kidding. Still waiting to make sure that dude is gone and my daughter is breaking bottles in her room. No shit. The Starbucks. thick glass bottles.

It's home alone, man.

Some dude is being paid pennies or promised by a liar as deep as him. Seriously. He balks at me just pulling out the air conditioner. The fuck?

That's nothing.

That promise that so and so is gonna get money if they kill me. It's paperwork that can be overridden by my own or the FBI's. Or jail time. You can't get money if you're hired to murder

Dude is running around with a contract that he's gonna take to a lawyer for a pay out. "Hi, I promised Jesse I would kill sabrina and I did, so where's my money Mr Lawyer?"

I mean I could tell him the lawyer is FBI but then he didn't believe I would defend myself or my daughter alone. By myself. Because that's how I handle things

So at this point. He's either not going to do it cause he's scared or he's gonna be dumb and for real expect some money

Regardless there's a beautiful paper trail. So they may let him think he's gonna get and book a flight to paradise. Actually load the plane and land in paradise for the cops to smile and take him right back on.

Imagine it. All the money you ever dreamed of in your life. Ever. You can own the world. Just kill a fat bitch that's been in bed for two years. Easy. Easy. Moneh. So easy. Mmmm..I can smell the money. Oh yeah. Ohhh rub it on my fat tummy, hide stacks in my fat roll.

Hide that shit and hold up my fat so my back don't have to carry the load and I load up in a crane to get in my private jet.

Paradise. On my way. Staring out the window so so so so happy

I'm on top the world. Nothing gonna stop my smile. A little pain. Just rub a $100 bill on it.. mmmm so so so so good.

Okay so maybe you're not fat. Read it again and add yourself in it. Maybe your dick is so hard you need help to make it look more like "BoxErs' or you're all mmm new titties, stack some money up there and see what I look like STACKED as fuck!!!!

(I seriously got yelled at cause I was for real in the zone. And laughed at. It's ok)

I think you get the picture.

It doesn't matter how much pain I have. The emotional and mental pain will last so much longer than a little back pain added to my already pain. I have alot of pain all the time. I can block it out but it takes alot of energy

Let's #science for a minute. Adrenaline knocks out all pain. You hear all the time people getting shot and not knowing till they see the blood cause they're all amped up.

So to decide to hurt someone who is already in pain #science the person knows what pain is and is in pain constantly so it doesn't matter how much pain someone causes them. Because for them it's nothing.

Let's do a mini study:

You take someone with years of pain

And someone that works out alot so they have some stretchy pain. Sore muscles etc. I get tinnitus like a bitch in both elbows and wrists cause I go all crazy like straight from bed to carrying air conditioners. (That is what happened) but most people that work out regularly have very little pain.

So high pain tolerance vs average pain tolerance

Same as a Snoop Dogg Weed Smoker vs a first timer smoker.

Same as a hot dog eating champion vs someone constantly on a diet.

Same as an alcoholic vs someone never drank but a few sips when they daddy's back turned (in my case my mom's)

So. Seriously. I have a very high pain tolerance

And unfortunately for some (possibly) i did have successful radio frequency ablation. So I'm doing amazing things like standing for 5 whole entire minutes. Yesterday we carried up the wagon full of groceries. Not a shallow Radio Flyer. A deep one. Very deep. I was on the bottom so I had to balance and lift. It was difficult.

Then we reached the top. I couldn't get to the door so I handed my daughter the key. She was messing around laughing all "I tried to use the car key" I had to stop my mouth. It was crazy. I was about to tell her, (because I've been telling her the truth about my pain and so I try to explain to her what's going on so she understands that sometimes I'm not socially normal. And it is okay to be all I have pain. It's not a weakness. Of course tell a hired hit man, that and you gotta haul out an air conditioner which he still insits was with one hand) so my hips you know... I had to settle my body square but realized I was okay and could stand without pain.

Like for real. It was so awesome. I didn't have nay back pain. I felt great. I was gonna tell her "hurry up, my back hurts" but I didn't have to. I didn't need to. Because I had no pain.

Sure I need my pelvis and my neck done but so what. It's actually better in my neck... or was... yesterday wasn't so kind to it.

What was cool was the FBI was surprised and amazed. I'm gonna cry. Because they have been such a huge support for me. My doctor checking on me constantly answering the lamest and most unintelligent questions over and over. He's so kind. The FBI asks questions about the pain I had from the procedures. Asking how to avoid things and how to do others and making sure that I would be pain free. It's amazing. I'm so so lucky they referred me there and I got treatment. It has been a very long process taking 3 months but finally we finished and I'm so lucky

My pain started suddenly. Out of the blue. And just got worse and worse. My regular doctor wouldn't give me stronger pain medication and wouldn't help me. So the FBI did. They would tell me about other people that got it done to help me understand and feel better. It hurt. Alot. Alot alot alot. But they were always there just making sure I was okay. Making sure I wouldn't have problems and my doctor, he would do it on his own because he's awesome but the FBI just dragging him along, what's this and what's that and she feels this and that is that normal? We're lucky he didn't get a restraining order! They sent other guys and girls in the FBI to be treated by my doctor so they knew what was normal in the office and they could see what happens. Of course they double, triple and annoyingly checked. Just for me. I help alot of people.

And today I had 2 different guys try to kill me and the third on the fence. So as you can imagine add in Denise and all the others i complain about, it's quite overwhelming of negativity. Mental and emotional strain and pain. And a heart condition causes physical problems as well.

So I'm not gonna say i couldn't handle it on my own because I made the decision to try it, full throttle all the way. Even if I had to lie --- which I didnt. Thank god it worked. The first day I had pain in my side. I studied it and memorized it to the point I was severely anti social. And after despite insane pain from needles and lidocaine injections and my back already being swollen clear across my entire upper ass region. The pain I studied was gone. I knew for a fact.

But I decided if I had to, I would lie. Because I didn't have a choice. I couldn't walk just to the bathroom sometimes. I can't have back surgery. I'm a mean bitch (they say I just say I'm aomtim bitch but whatever) and I can stand up to billionaires and people trying to kill me, swat teams, guns in front of idiot ass holes, kidnappers. All sorts of the craziest shit that sometimes doesn't even seem real. But I'm scared to death of back surgery. I've heard so many times it doesn't work and just makes shit worse. It's like chemo. Two things I never want to do and may elect not to, even if my life will be over sooner.

I suppose if I got in a fight with some dude trying to kill me, I would end up with needing it. But that's like an award. A battle scar. It's different. It's all yeah I kicked his ass and saved mine. It sounds so fucking awesome to me. It's uplifting because I survived but yeah of course I had to work really really super hard at it because I hurt myself to the point of surgery. So it's like a feeling. God says he's sorry and so he's gonna not let me suffer anymore and allow the surgery to be 100% successful.

I mean at that point. Maybe I need some metal in my back, to deflect bullets and be all bulletproof.

So yeah. I'm not a liar. That's the point. I don't have to lie.

Sometimes being late for work or taking my daughter to work I'll think of all these fantastic lies that I could say to make my being late super important. By the end, i get there and I'm all "Man we were fucking asleep" not fucking tho. Just sleeping. Truth sounds human. Normal. We all fuck up. Sometimes more than enough nut we do and it's better to tell the truth that you were sleeping than to try to keep all your lies straight. Because when your boss wants to fire you and looks at your file and you're all "I over slept so I was an hour late" "I had a hangover and I killed my alarm and didn't know what it was" they're gonna be all... on one hand they're always late on the other hand they're completely honest

So I just tell the truth. What? I fuck up. Punish me if you want but I'm real. I'm a real human being. And I'm not gonna lie to you.

Honesty is so important. My mother is a master we manipulator and brain washer. So fuck it. Be honest

Then you'll have an idiot marvel at how you can move an air conditioner in less than ten seconds that a weight lifter couldn't. I don't have a reason to lie. I don't like lying. I don't mind tricks so much. Like implying I had Matt's baby when really it was my cousin's and it was a girl not a boy. Or implying I was at Matt's hide away house when really i was at my aunt's. Those are different. Sometimes you have ro test the waters. And I Never said a lie. I allowed you to lead yourself to believe something you wanted to believe or not believe if you think I can be yours. And you wanted to have an anger fit. Or be happy for me.

You know, honestly in was wishing. I was wishing that it was true so there was a deep make believe in the story. But it was all make believe which just now that term just totally made a different sense to me. Make believe = believing something someone made you think. I always thought make believe was imagination. Not some twisted Hitler Denise shit. But yeah. That's all Denise. It's horrible. Like finding out a sing along song is about the plague.

I've had a rather shocking day and so has my hit man so I'll be quiet for awhile. See if I can get my dropped jaw to stop letting all the humidity out my mouth.

So Mr Hitman, Reporter fool. If you get bored think about how you will defend yourself against an air conditioner being used as a weapon.... on your drive done to see me.

Or just put yourself to bed. All your friends are in jail. I don't think they will mind that you weaked out and broke your promises to them.

Of course you would probably need to hide from them when they find you chickened out. So then you would need paradise money. But then the FBI is just gonna arrest you if you do or if you dont.

The FBI thinks you should turn yourself in.

I'm not licensed to do this so let's entertain ourselves for a moment before I go:

The Hitman is an adrenaline junkie, he thinks he's strongest and wisest and must send the weaker out before him. And it's true, he did.

Yet he believes what he wants to, mostly lies he tells himself. Like I'm a liar. He's gonna get paid. There's no FBI protecting me.

If I was him and really believe myself but saw the light but still wanted freedom. Personally I would run. No GPS. In woods. Swamps, water. Making myself as cold as possible so the heat lamps wouldn't find me. But I'm a loner and kinda crazy.

So this guy will probably go hide out at a friend's house and then get their house raided so then he has even more enemies.

The FBI tells me he has no way out and he should turn himself in.

So that or go Rambo.

I guess go to the Casino, try that fantasy on the plane trick, if you can win.

I guess also, if it were me. I would go all out. Night on the town like you wouldn't believe. Remember when you get arrested that's the shit you leave jail in. If you get that opportunity. So definitely arrest me in heels and the most sparkled soft beautiful dress you can imagine. So when I finally get out. I look like a Million bucks. So that my outside space resembles my inside space. That final freedom.

Then pick up where I left off that night I got arrested. Out. Drinking. Smoking. Fucking. Whatever i want as my last harrauh.

If you turn yourself in then you still can dress it up. Maybe something a little tight you haven't worn on awhile cause you plan to do them push ups all kinds while in the pen. So when you get out its it's a double celebration.

Anyways. That's me. Either I'm all Rambo style in the mud in the dead of winter or I'm in a ball gown. It's so difficult to decide.

Ball gown is so much calmer. Plus after getting out Rambo clothes are gonna be dirty. They don't let you wash them before you go home. So.

I would probably ask for 5 hours on the town and then arrest me.. me. You would have to arrest, I'll be honest. Fuck that turning myself in bullshit. Yet on the other hand, cops are less rough when you're all "okay. I know it's time. Hi"

And the cops they laugh cause they're so surprised. They're all the fuck?? You make their day. And even if your day sucks for you, it's a nice feeling to make someone else's a little awesome.

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