#it worked nicely to find a bit where she was on a screen to match good for you

[joelsmochi]

every man gets his wish - joel miller

rating: E 18+ pairing: neighbor!joel x f!pornstar!reader summary: joel discovers his next door neighbor makes porn in her spare time. once she's confronted, she finds out that he has an interest in helping create content ;) warnings: not proofread, no physical descriptions other than reader having an unidentified tattoo on her thigh and nice peach, unspecified age gap (ur choice pookie), [m] masturbation, objectively joel is a bit of a perv, some awkward dialogue, literal porn. literally, degradation (they get a lil rough), f + m oral, smacking/spanking, daddy kink (slight ddlg vibes too), pet names and plenty of dirty talk YUM wc: 3.2k a/n: happy valentine's day smut sluts :D!

He almost couldn’t believe his eyes, but he’d recognize that tattoo anywhere; his gaze followed the tattoo on the back of your thigh as you rode your cute little excuse for a toy.

Your soft moans and breaths echoing through the speakers on his laptop made his legs tremble against the old desk chair in his room while he fucked his fist.

He didn’t even think twice about the video he clicked on. He just knew he was horny and in need of quick release, so he typed his favorite keywords into Pornhub’s search engine and clicked the sixth video that only showed your ass. He realized he never noticed how juicy it was, and the oil or lotion or lube or whatever you fucking used to make it so goddamn shiny only emphasized how perfect it was.

Staring at the screen, he grasped the armrest in one hand and cock in the other, watching your puffy pussy cream all over the dildo. He matched the strokes of his hand with the rhythm of you bouncing. Slowing down, speeding up, only fucking the tip or grinding—he reenacted every movement of yours as best he could.

Even waiting until you were shaking and shouting the words, “I’m cumming—fuck yes! Just like that baby,” before cumming with you.

He watched the last few minutes of the video, watching you slap the dildo on your creamy cunt and play with it a little more along with standing up off of your bed and jiggling your ass in your hands. You giggled softly watching yourself. Then, much to his surprise, you sat down in front of the camera and smiled.

He wasn’t expecting you to reveal your face, so when the video ended he looked out of his bedroom window into yours. You were lying on the bed reading a book in the very spot where you recorded that filthy video.

You weren’t trying to tease him, he knew that, but it certainly felt that way.

♡

Joel had successfully managed to evade you for a week feigning work has been keeping him too tired for company. He found himself a touch jealous that the world had seen you naked before him despite your relationship being completely platonic.

You owed him nothing, not even an explanation, but he still felt weirdly possessive over you. He had a slight crush on you when you first moved in, but you were so much younger than he was, and in his eyes you'd want nothing to do with such an old man like himself. Not to mention the 'crush' was mostly just a lingering desperation to fuck you.

The discovery led him to do a deep dive into your profile on the website. There he discovered what seemed like a plethora of your content along with your affinity for degradation whether it was to yourself or towards others.

However he felt like he could finally breathe when he saw it was all solo content. You didn't even seem to entertain the idea of fucking someone else and uploading it. He even felt a sliver of hope that he could be your first real fuck on camera, but if he already struggled with confronting his own feelings towards you then how could he ever open up the opportunity to doing a video with you?

Joel was finally over avoiding you. He was ready to admit his discovery to you and go from there. He just prayed you wouldn't freak out.

"Hi, Joel!" You greeted after opening your front door. "What's been goin' on cowboy, I've been a little lonely on this side of town."

He followed your actions and sat on your sofa; as instant as a heartbeat you noticed he was off. Nervous? Worry? Anger? You struggled to read him.

"Somethin' the matter?"

He pulled himself out of his daze and looked at you, mouth hanging open like he couldn't manage the words. They just sort of... Spilled out.

"I found your porn on PornHub the other day and I don't care that you sell porn. I really don't. You're a grown woman and it's your body and you can do whatever you want. I just felt wrong not tellin' you."

Poor Joel.

You wanted to laugh at him, tell him there was no guilt in finding it or even watching it (because let's face it, you know he did).

"Okay," you said.

"Okay..."

"...Did you like it?" You asked after feeling a little uneasy with the silence.

"Hell yeah," he responded without hesitation making you giggle.

"Really?" You tittered, "I feel like it gets old."

This was his golden opportunity. At the very least he could pass what he was about to say off as a joke.

"I could always help with that," he chuckled.

You were clearly taken aback by his statement but still smiling. "I'm don't like sharing my money, Joel," you scoffed.

"So don't pay me," he said just as he leaned in a little closer. "Just fuck me."

You couldn't fight the blush that rose to your cheeks and he cockily took notice of it.

"Are you fucking with me?" You bashfully asked.

This made him lean in closer, close enough for you to smell him, close enough to feel his breath cascading over your collarbones, close enough to know that the dark look in his eyes wasn't mischief. It was desire.

His hands cupped your jaw so that he could bring your nose to his. You felt beautifully trapped between his hands, gaze, and aura. Suddenly you were filled with the desire to let him take you in any way he wanted to imagine.

"You know what my favorite video is?" He whispered, breath hitting your lips. "You were on your side, getting ready to cum, and you kept saying I belong to you until you were screaming. Damn near crying. Your little fucktoy was soaked. You had cum everywhere. But the best part was when you did start to cum. You couldn't even look away from yourself, you looked too damn good and you fucking knew it."

"I'd look even better with you inside of me," you told him.

He sharply inhaled before placing his needy lips onto yours, pressing his face in as much as he could.

You moaned into his open mouth, reaching for his tongue with your own. His hands roamed down your body until they reached your hips; showing off his strength, he lifted you into his lap and stood up not wanting to waste another second.

He tried to be careful on the stairs but his eagarity caused him to misstep and almost drop you; he left no room for embarrassment and quickly returned to running up with you giggling at the mishap.

Joel placed you on the bed standing with his jean-covered erection eye level with you. "Where's your camera?"

"Really wanna record it, hmm?" You said softly, running your hand along his hard length and motioning your head to the dresser behind him.

He grabbed it, muttering, "Wanna show everyone you're mine now," whilst turning the camera on.

You cocked an eyebrow up as if to say oh really. "Is that so? I'm all yours now?"

Smiling, he pointed the now recording camera at you. He cupped your chin and dragged a finger over the bright smile you wore. "You're all mine now, darlin'."

You giggled coyly then kissed his clad erection slowly with eyes that remained on the lens.

"Quit teasin'," he demanded with a playful lilt.

You hummed and fake pouted, pulling your face away to toggle his jeans. "There are nicer ways to ask," you teased.

"I'm not askin'."

"Oh? My apologies, daddy."

Your hand began pumping his thick cock when you said that, making his cock jerk hard within your tight grip.

"Daddy, huh?" He entertained; you seductively nodded. "S'pretty right here..."

"Where I belong," you hummed.

Then, you lined your tongue up with the base of his cock, just barely teasing his balls, and licked a stripe up his girthy shaft before twirling your tongue around his red hot tip. You carefully watched as his face contorted, ensuring it was with pleasure and looking for any sensitive spots he may have.

He seemed to favor your tongue on his cockhead so that's what you prioritized for a minute. You tongue kissed it as if it were his mouth. Licking and sucking and pulling it into your mouth feverishly.

His cock tasted manly and the length was just as impressive as him. You finally pulled more of him into your mouth allowing him the privilege of feeling your gummy cheeks swell and close around his dick.

A strained groan left his throat and his head fell back in pleasure. You pushed some of him into your throat to gag, earning more spit to pump the rest of his length with.

Joel was enamoured to say the least. Your wide eyes locked with his letting him know you loved sucking his cock as much as he did. Spit hung from your chin prompting him to reangle the camera to get the side view of everything.

He placed a hand on the back of your head and gently fucked your throat. You moaned, grabbing his ass and pulling him in for more pain, more suffocation.

Your throat gagged over and over again, imitating the feeling of your swallowing his dick. You loved how he shamelessly moaned, filling your ears with the sexy sounds of his calloused whimpers and content praises.

"Such a good girl, sucking daddy's cock like that," he groaned. "You like the taste, don't you? Such a good little slut." He smacked your jaw as encouragement to keep doing whatever magic you were fucking performing.

Once your throat began to get sore you pulled your mouth off of him, still opting to use your hands as he laid you down and rested on top of you, giving you the sloppiest kiss you'd ever received and assisting you with undressing.

He tasted his cock on your lips and chin and slurped up whatever precum and spit you had leftover. It felt nasty and passionate, with subtle moans spilling from both of you, and Joel couldn't get enough of it.

"Sit on my face," he breathed.

"Sit on your face?"

"Mmhm."

You set the camera up on the dresser looking at the screen to ensure it would capture everything before complying with his wish. He let out a muffled moan as soon as your wet pussy came in contact with his wet mouth.

On the camera, everything could be seen: your cunt glistened effortlessly and his tongue lapped up whatever your body poured for him. His scruff tickling your freshly shaved skin made you giggle and moan, little noises everywhere that sung like a melody in his ears.

Your clit tingled with a pressure that encouraged you to started riding his face. In response Joel's calloused hands came up to grip your ass and assisted your movements.

He squeezed one cheek almost too hard before spanking it a few times, your flesh easily bruising red and stinging deliciously.

"Joel, your mouth... Perfect," you blabbered. You were filled with bliss: your eyes were closed, fingers twirling playfully in his messy hair.

God, he licked you so fucking good. So messy but that's what made it effortlessly perfect.

"I—oh my God. Fuck! I love your fucking mouth," you moaned loudly.

"Mhm?"

You shuddered at the vibrations, hips stuttering into his licks and sucks even deeper.

"Yes, Joel!" You cried, "Fuck you're gonna make me cum... You're gonna make me cum!"

He spanked your ass even more at this, making both cheeks turn a bashful color and jiggle against his jawline.

With trembling thighs you managed all of your strength to hump him harder and faster. Doing whatever you fucking could to reach your climax.

"Yesyesyesyesyesyes!" You happily cheered as your juices began to relentlessly pour out of your squelching cunt and down his chin.

A satisfied smile rose to your face as your clit throbbed through the orgasm Joel had just given you. You slowed down on your own time allowing him to savor every last drop he'd be tasting for now.

You carefully removed your weight from his face, feeling more out of breath than ever. Meanwhile Joel sat up and swiped up some of your come with his thumb just before forcing it into your mouth and using his other hand to pinch out some that managed to get inside of his nose.

You were a tad embarrassed by his action but his subtle grin let you know that there was nothing more sexy than getting you so wet that it literally almost suffocated him.

Your mouth latched into him, cherishing the scruff surrounding his face. He went to lay on top of you again, your head now hanging off of the foot of the bed; he held your legs to your chest and slid into you easily making you whine at the slight burn that came with being stretched out.

With furrowed brows and an agape mouth, he incandescently moaned into the thick air while his thick thumb found your sensitive clit. You flinched and exhaled harmoniously at the combination of pleasure, enriched in the ecstasy he gave.

"You're so fuckin' tight, babydoll. Agh—almost can't take it," he taunted. "M'gonna have to ruin ya."

He gently released the grip of your legs and put his weight onto you. His arms slithered beneath you, wrapping around you in a way that made you feel safe. Then he kissed you, much more softly than before and rolled his hips back and forth. Your slick walls gripped him, trying to suck him in deeper.

His lips pulled off of you with a pop and he licked a thick line from your clavicle to behind your ear as if he magically knew it was your sweet spot.

You giggled and shivered at the ticklish feeling, enduring it until it started to feel more sensual. He felt you relax within his touch and took it as opportunity to nibble the spot, biting it just enough to hurt a little bit.

Between his movements and your sweaty bodies sticking together you felt almost useless; you were used to doing the work, giving instead of taking. But it felt too good to stop now.

When you clawed at his back he pushed himself up and started slamming into you. You gasped, digging your nails into his arms.

"Love those pretty little sounds you're makin' f'me," he hummed, pushing his hand into your exposed neck and gripping it. "You like that? Hm? Ohh, you fucking love it. Look it at you."

You raised a hand and smacked his cheek lightly—your way of saying fuck you considering his grasp of you. He reciprocated, landing a firm smack to your face and earning a smile in return.

"Fuckin' brat needs to be put in her place—"

You shook your head attempting to hum out a no.

The hand he had around your neck reached up to squish your cheeks so that he could come eye to eye with you. "God, fuck. I can't even punish you when you look at me with those pretty eyes," he said defeatedly. "Look at you, babydoll. You're so fuckin' tight. Best fuckin' pussy ever. So wet, just f'me."

"All yours, Joel. I'm all yours."

"Yeah?" He cooed. "You're all mine?"

"Fuck yes!"

"Cum for me, baby. Yeah, cum on my cock," he pleaded, "get it nice and wet for me darlin', need you to cum for me."

Between his scruff voice and brutal thrusts you found yourself falling into another orgasm, everything around you ceased to exist.

The world went quiet aside from Joel's encouragements and praises; you could feel the blood pumping throughout your body, your heart punching against your chest, and your body molding to the twists and curves of Joel's body.

As you squeezed and scratched and begged him for more more more you felt the tension between your legs dissolve passionately into a sear so strong you felt it warm and burning the flesh along your belly.

Joel watched your chest rise and fall with your tits bouncing to the rhythm of his thrusts. He rode you out until the very end of your high before picking you up and sitting on the edge of the bed with you straddling him.

Feeling even more horny and turned on than before you wasted no time and began bouncing on his painfully hard dick.

He was fighting his climax, needing to feel you wrapped around him as long as he could take.

"You feel so fucking good, daddy," you whined, "want your cum."

"You want me to cum inside you babydoll?" He pouted.

"Yes Joel. Want you to fill me up..."

"Gonna ruin that pretty pussy," he grunted, "gonna make you mine. This pussy belongs to me now, doesn't it?"

He listened to you whimper and weep and whine, coaxing you through it all while offering a few pops to your ass and thighs for encouragement.

You watched him lay down, arms folded behind his head to enjoy the little show you were putting on for him. Hair bouncing and flaying everywhere while you rode him with a bobbling head—the view from where he was looked pretty fucking perfect.

Your movements halted and you managed to turn around on his cock while keeping it inside; hearing a strained gurgly moan come from him as a result, you mercilessly began riding him again giving him the best view of your ass as it clapped against the peak of his belly.

"Good fuckin' slut," he slapped your tatted thigh and watched intently for a moment or two. "Good girl, mhmm. Doin' such a perfect job on daddy's cock."

Joel then sat up and reached for your clit, rubbing the sweetest little circles on it and using his free hand to turn your face to kiss him.

Reverse cowgirl had always been him favorite position, but he can't remember a time or even a moment where it felt this fucking good.

"You're gonna make me cum, baby," he whispered with his forehead leaning against yours. "Gonna make me fuckin' cum. Tha' what you want, baby? Want your daddy to fill this fuckin' pussy up?"

He gave your clit a mean smack but it only made you go faster.

"Need you to cum! Fucking—ohh! Cum for me, please daddy. Want you to f-fill me up!"

Joel began thrusting to meet you halfway, and his eyes stayed locked with yours as he muttered a string of profanities.

"Oh shit. Ohfuckohfuckohfuck. Fuck yes!"

He painted your pussy with his hot, sticky ropes of cum, moaning your name over and over with fluttering eyes and a tight grip on your hips. He thrusted a few more times before pulling out and meeting you with a few more soft kisses as a thank you.

You felt his cum slowly pouring out of your swollen cunt, trailing down his softening cock and on the sheets. You two stayed like that for a while, savoring the moment and taking your time.

A while later while he was cleaning up between your legs he said, "You better upload that video."

"You weren't joking?" You scoffed, wearing a smile.

"I wasn't joking," he said contently.

That night once he had fallen asleep in your bed, you decided to upload the full video uncut with the perfect title...

My DILF Neighbor Comes Over For A Creampie ♡

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[fraugwinska]

FrauGwinskas Wonderful World of Works

Main Fic

"Method to Madness" on AO3 (Alastor x Reader; #RadioGem📻💎)

Quick-Fics and One-Shots (#fraugwinskawrites)

Pour Decisions - Alastor & Reader Al and Reader have a pun-off, with Angel getting increasingly frustrated

Rainy Days - Charlie x Vaggie Just a little fluff between hells most wholesome couple on a rainy, boring day

Going with the times - Alastor x Reader Al and Reader explore which era had better dance moves

(Un)Holy Terror - Alastor x Bratty!Reader Reader tests the limit of Al's patience, it's just so fun!

(Un)Holy Tease - Alastor x Bratty!Reader (NSFW) Reader decided it's been too long playing nice, and Al's not having it...naughty girl.

Goody-Two-Shoes - Alastor x Reader Continuation of 'Going with the times' - the overknee boots make a little comeback (add a bit of ✨spice✨)

Pandoras Box - Alastor x Reader Reader wants kisses - Reader gets kisses, whether our mighty overlord likes it or not (Spoiler: He does)

Hard Day - Alastor x Reader (NSFW) Alastor doesn't often feel the need to give up control, but when he does, we know - and we're ready!

The hardest Day - Alastor x Reader (NSFW) Prequel to Hard Day - Where we find out just how we got to this point.

In Sickness and in Health - Alastor x Wife!Reader When his doe is sick, the buck will care for her. (TW: Mention of death by sickness)

Taking the edge off - Husk & Angel & Reader (+ Alastor fluff) A few drinks too much, and Husk finds himself being hug-attacked by Alastors girlfriend. Angel barely helps. Al to the rescue!

You put a spell on me - Alastor x Reader Reader gets caught singing and dancing by herself by Alastor, just to have him join in - both in dancing and in acting out the lyrics *wink wink*. The outcome surprises you both!

More than Words - Alastor x Reader Reader joins a lonely, tipsy Al at the bar for a night filled with much more than words. (Caution: Fluffy!)

Pictures of You - Alastor x Reader Reader is an artist who draws everyone - just not Alastor. Which bugs him. Majorly. (So fluffy you're gonna die! *violently shakes unicorn*)

Fake it 'til you Make it - Alastor x Reader (WIP) When Reader is stalked, Alastor - accidentally - has a most genius idea on how to help them. What could go wrong? (Tw: Stalking)

Joke's On You - Alastor x Reader (NSFW) Alastor isn't the only prankster at the hotel. You join in on the fun,matching his energy and turning his solo act into a delightful double trouble. But the prank you want to pull on Angel might've gotten a little... out of hand. (Seasoned with extra SPICE)

Leap of Faith (Alastor x Human!Reader) Reader finds an old radio and with it, a friend. Her only friend in a word she feels shut off of. When that friends vanishes, she doesn't see another way to continue but to take a leap of faith. In the most horrible sense. (Heavy Angst; TW: DARK themes, suicide)

Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea (Alastor x Reader) Continuation of 'Leap of Faith'. After the leap, you have to bargain with something much bigger than yourself, hoping to find your way to the one you jumped for in the first place (Heavy Angst; TW: DARK themes, mental/physical torture, religious trauma)

We just have Forever (Alastor x Reader; MDNI) Waking up in the radio demons arms is nice. A little make out session before hell expects you back, is even nicer. (SUPER FLUFF - and a little spicy in the end)

Collaborations - DOUBLE TROUBLE (#doubletrouble)

DoubleTrouble No.1: Sweet as Cherry Wine - Alastor x Reader (NSFW) Reader has her period, Alastor is a cannibal. Seems like a plan, right? (Alastor POV, companion piece to Reader POV The Blood is Rare by @macabr3-barbi3

WIPS & Asks in progress (Not in chronological order; Working Titles)

Les Mots D'Amour (Alastor x Reader; Fluff) Mother'O Mine (Alastor x Reader; Angst/Comfort) Silver Screens and Leather Belts (Human Alastor x Unruly!Reader, NSFW) Adding Shadows (Powerless Alastor x Reader; Angst/Comfort/Fluff) Beauty is Power - A smile is it's Sword (Alastor x Cheshire!Reader; NSFW) Heart Reset (Vox x Reader; Angst, Fluff) Louder than Words (Continuation of 'More than words', Alastor x Reader, Fluff) One plus One makes Three (Alastor x Reader, Angst/Fluff) For Reasons Wretched and Divine (Lucifer x Reader; NSFW) Pretty Desperate (Vox x Reader; NSFW; Bribe for @macabr3-barbi3) Vision of You (Alastor x Blind!Reader; Fluff)

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor #hazbin hotel fanfiction #alastor x reader #ao3 fanfic #method to madness #charlie morningstar #angel dust #metoma #fraugwinskawrites #quick fic #hazbin one shot

[txtmetonight]

Me and My Husband

call summary ⋆ ★ You’ve had your lives' fulfillment of being contempt–or so you think. Because with Choi Beomgyu by your side, you ponder upon the thought a bit more than you should.  

pairing *. * Choi Beomgyu x Fem! Reader

genre⋆ ★  Angst, Fluff?

warnings *. * Misogyny, Drinking, Pregnancy, Bad Grammar, Crude grammar

call duration⋆ ★ 5.6k

a/n*. * I know that there are different interpretations of this song so this is mine. Also, I got inspired by the novel Kim-Jiyoung born in 1982. It's such a good book, I def recommend it. And kinda sorry for the end. I suppose I rushed it a bit. Anyways, hope you enjoy lol.

taglist ⋆ ★  @kflixnet//@oreoqueen // @woncheecks//@probably-too-obssessed // @matcha-binz 

The Mitski Diaries Masterlist

I steal a few breaths 

From the world for a minute 

Sigh. 

In a working economy, where prices were rising, and work employment was decreasing, you were able to stabilize yourself against the rising tides of the world. An eight-to-four job that consisted of going outdoors to capture the photographs your management team had assigned you to click or either staring at a high-tech screen, a large white cubicle littered with little stickers and important reminders surrounding you.  

It was a mediocre job that paid just well enough, but you were contempt. For now, at least. When you were old enough to really know what you wanted to be in the future, you would daydream about meddling in the medical field, and thinking about it further made you conclude that you wanted to take up a profession in psychology. 

But sometimes after a dose of too much beer, you wonder how you got to take up photography and you find yourself on the web, wobbly fingers searching up how much medical school costs before you’re thrown back into reality looking at numbers that made you dizzier.  

Your father and mother did their best to support you, but it was hard when your mother had your younger brother and house chores plus small work, she took up to make extra cash, and your father had to manage a small convenience store that did particularly well on some days. If someone asked you how your life was before college, you would respond with a monotone “It was alright”.  

Because honestly, it was. You shared a room with your grandma until she passed while your younger brother had his own, your school was far away and when it was cold you froze walking there, and your father and mother would fight for a while when he came home drunk. Yet still you lived a happy life, nevertheless.  

And over the years you’ve learnt several valuable lessons. First, when going an interview, it’s best to wear the brightest lipstick you’ve ever known, and your hair should be tied up to a high ponytail if you want to increase your chances of being picked, especially in an interview with other women. Though you probably won’t be picked, not when you find out that even a single man was also competing.  

Second, a good night of drinking after a long day is nice but don’t overdo it, or the already less pay you get will be cut slack from however many hours you will miss that morning.

And third, the best boy you’ve ever met will be on a class retreat to the mountains for the Badminton club during your college experience.  

A club filled with ten other male members and two other female members; served as a stress reliever after exam weeks and piling schoolwork. It was fun playing matches and though most members of the club reasoned that they were slacking off on you because you were new and not because you were a girl, you thoroughly enjoyed it.  

The retreat was a plan that was created on a whim, one second you were drinking wine with the girls in one of their dorms, and in the other, all fourteen members including you were on a bus driving up a steep road, playing some old nostalgic songs. Just days before, a new member had joined, and at first, he hadn’t piqued your interest as much, but when he helped you grab your duffel bag from the top, your gaze stayed on his face a bit longer than usual.  

Choi Beomgyu was born on March 13, 2001, he had AB blood, he housed a parrot named Toto and he had you wrapped around his finger by the end of the five-day, four-nights trip (which was a bit pricey for a bunch of college students). 

And on the last day of the excursion, he had kissed ever-so softly against the walls of the cabin, while everyone else was out at a lake.  

And then I'll be nothing forever 

And all of my memories 

And all of the things I have seen 

Will be gone 

With my eyes with my body with me 

“Sunghoon, was definitely holding an affair with that short girl from section three! Why’d you think they both keep leaving the break room together?” 

You strain a smile towards Kazuha and hold back a small exhale, instead focusing on the small strokes of color on your nails. A lilac shade. “I–I suppose? I don’t even know who the short girl is?” And after a second you add, “Nor Sunghoon. I don't even know Sunghoon.” Your heart thrums harder in your chest at the sudden emotional turmoil, that was honestly kind of stupid. But still, you laugh sourly, gazing at the girl through your lashes, her own lips dejectedly turning into a frown.  

“I had forgotten you had quit.” She quietly murmurs, taking the brush from your hands to paint your left hand. Her eyes wander over the expanse of your shared room, and they linger too long on a portrait of your husband by your bedside table, eyebrows furrowing at the familiarity of the object.  

You refuse to look, not when her face falls as she realizes with a tiny chuckle going back to your hands. It was a brown frame that held a picture that you took of your partner when you both were still dating (now married) and it used to sit near your mousepad, behind your daily cup of coffee, and in the small space you used to be offered.  

You and Beomgyu dated for five years, one year in your last years of college and the other four years while you both worked. And all those four years, you’ve kept that same picture of your lover at the same spot, and at the same time on the clock you would stare at his utterly handsome face before being hulled back to work yet again.

It wasn’t a lie that you missed your job, and you spent your time at the kitchen countertop mulling over it, now more than ever as you scroll through your co-workers' feeds and watch them with large, widened eyes as they post the carefully edited photos they had taken or just fun gatherings with their peers.  

That night you hold a staring contest with the ceiling of your bedroom, tracing the moving shapes your brain seems to formulate due to the pitch-black gloom. The presence of a warm body keeps you grounded as you wander to the depths of “what ifs”, just toeing that line before stepping back out in fear of a nasty wormhole that would bring you to tears.  

“Hey baby, why are you still awake?” 

An arm gets thrown over your waist while a voice tears you away just as you start to turn your attention to the blades of the fan above, and you look to your side to see Beomgyu having his eyes shut with his lips dangerously close to your neck.  

“I dunno, just thinking. How was work today?” Your question and just for a second you ease into his warmth, preparing yourself for a story time just like how you would when your mom was reading you a fairytale to help you sleep. Beomgyu goes silent for a second and you’re afraid that he’s drifted to sleep but he drowsily murmurs, “It was tiring. Mr. Kang made me do a stack of reports and read a bunch of blah blah blah”  

You scrunch your nose at his wording and envelop your fingers with the hand that’s placed on the skin of your stomach. “Is that so? Well, I wish that tomorrow is better, no?” He nods and gives you a small kiss on your cheek, eyelashes tickling your skin when he blinks. “I really hope...you would wish that for me, baby? You're so sweet. Today was probably easy for you, right? I too wish to take a couple of days off”  

He jokes before snuggling into you even more and you ponder how well he could cuddle a wooden board...because that’s what you are right now. Stiff as a board. You gulp and clutch his hands tighter to force your eyes to close. Your “job” at home was not easy. You had to make sure that the laundry was done, that the dishes were clean and that Beomgyu got his food on time because he was always grouchy after a long day at work.  

Exactly seven months ago, Beomgyu on behalf of you being his wife had told you to quit your job. You suspect that it was because of the pestering you heard over his phone when he doesn’t think you’re nearby, the voices of the people in his life wondering about your duties as a wife. But in his perspective, the job he was asking you to leave had you always complaining and coerced you to be awake until three sometimes. In your eyes it was boring-old work that you cherished, and the same job that you held many heart-felt memories of.

Perhaps that doesn’t matter when you must take care of your husband.  

And so, you had taken his decision to leave a resignation letter at your boss's desk just a few days after the talk. Many asked you if it was because you were pregnant, but you just smiled and shook your head, saying that your husband needed you. That day he had taken you out to a fried chicken place with soju on the side as a congratulations party that you were finally broken from your chains. You were finally a free bird.  

And the cries that you let out over the spicy chicken were a sign of pure happiness and not the distress that roared instead of your gut. 

But now as you lay awake, eyes slowly burning with heavy sleep, you promise yourself just for a night of peaceful sleep that all the things you’ve seen, all the memories you have about “work” will be gone on for your own sake.  

Being cooped up in the house, you decided to take a stroll outside after taking a peek at the window. It was a nice sunny day with a soft breeze that made you grab your coat before you headed out the door. Sporting a nice pair of shoes that your husband bought you over the weekend, you watch curiously as the sidewalks bustle with people. Cars honked and the chatter of the TV running bled through the walls nearby you as you strode by. It was a happy day, but the smile on your face doesn’t seem to cooperate as much as you try.  

But me and my husband 

We're doing better 

It's always been just him and me 

Together 

You try and try, but it twitches and turns, and you force yourself to cover it up as much as possible with your hands and with your gaze downwards. All your life, you’ve tried to reach for the stars and every time you came nowhere close, so how was this one error in your multitudes of malfunctions going to affect you. You know that you’re dented and bruised, and so you’re afraid...afraid of being left behind by Beomgyu as if you’re nothing when it’s just you two together. Because truly, you believe you are, even as much as your lover convinces himself that you’re not...just to make it better for the both of you. 

Nonetheless, you realize that it will always be him next to you, holding your hand, whether you like it or not. 

The cold wind picks up and you wrap your jacket around you tighter, but that doesn’t do much for the running goosebumps that trail down your arms. A familiar convenience store just down the road practically calls out for you as a shelter to hide from the biting cold, and so you jog through the sidewalk, hands shivering on the door as you open it.  

The bell on top rings. The cashier barely even looks up while you walk by, and you slip by past the younger woman to hide near the ramen section of the store. You were always amazed by the number of flavors and companies that this single food item held, the different sizes, colors, and levels of spice were always intriguing when you ran your fingers over the cartons of boxes, which ultimately stopped at a black box.  

In bold red colors, a small cup of your favorite ramen looks back at you. You freeze and let out a sigh. Then before you know it, you reason with yourself and snatch the cup into your hands. You used to eat this daily, dead at night with a computer in your lap and the sauce smeared all over your lips as your eyes gleamed distantly with a show played in the background.  

While you walked through the aisles, you caught yourself in the reflection of a bright window, eyes widening when you found a younger version of yourself smiling back at the windows. She’s pretty and youthful and smiling like she didn’t have a care in the world. Her face is contorted into an expression of happiness, and you're bewildered when she winks at you.

The wrinkles on your face are practically non-existent on hers while she tilts her head, mouthing words you couldn’t hear. Your feet twitch to run up to the glass, to put your ear against it to hear her better but you don’t. Instead, you gape like a baffled fish. Something wet drips down your cheeks which slowly drips down her’s too.

You wonder why she’s crying so you reach up to your tears to wipe them away from the burning they leave in their way, and you expect her to do the same...except on her side, long fingers that don’t match yours slowly mop them away.

The background behind her which used to be transparent, materializes into something like your old dorm. And right behind her is him with his short brown hair and a sympathetic smile on his face. He croons at her, crouching by her side, slowly patting her head in a soothing manner. And suddenly, you feel as though your own hair is being ruffled, as though you can hear the soft humming and the feeling of warmth pressing into your back.  

It’s been a while. It’s been so long since you’ve felt such a comforting touch from him. You’ve fallen into a routine that leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. So salty that it leaves you choking on your own saliva each time you try to gulp down your arising tears, in the bathroom. But you love him. You really do. And in the end, it’s just a husband, you suppose. Not your boyfriend. Only your husband.  

“That’s not fucking fair Beomgyu!” You scream, hands waving in the air like a madman. A volcano rumbles deep in your heart, aching to be released as if it just bubbles over the top. The man in front of you sucks in his lips, his eyes shaking at your outburst.

If you had sanity in you at that moment, you would’ve stopped at his trembling, or with the thought that the neighbors next door could hear your screeches (the walls were horribly thin). The skin on you reeks of frustration and despair. You don’t cry though. “I–I’ve had a hard day too!” He reasons, stepping closer towards you but stopping abruptly when you drag your foot backward. “

And so? You won’t spend it with me? Do you know how bad these two weeks have been for me? Did you even have a fucking hint?” His voice stills in his throat, choosing to stay silent with wide glossy eyes. He’s never liked to be yelled at; you’ve known that since he got scolded by his teammate in a badminton match and came back to you with a raw nose and ruby eyes that faded out near his pupils.

You furrow your eyebrows, and in a moment of actual hurt that he hasn’t said anything about you, your arms cover your chest. “Of course you didn’t. You never do” You whisper, voice cracking as you turn around to stomp back to your room. The door slams behind you when you collapse to the floor with blubbering sobs. You wail and wail and wail. Fingers itch at your face furiously, not letting a drop spill on the floor.  

You don’t hear the door slowly creaking open, nor the soft singing behind you but once you do, your heart stills in its rampage. The silence is loud as a pair of feet pad behind you, nuzzling into your head as his fingers crawl over to your neck, pulling you against his chest. “I don’t have an excuse.” Beomgyu starts off.

“But I promise you, that I’ll do better for you–for us. Because you deserve it more than anyone else. (Y/n), you deserve all the happiness in the world and much better so I’m sorry that you’re stuck by me”

He stops when he feels you shaking your head against him, but that doesn’t deter him too much when he finds the confidence to clean your face with the soft pads of his fingers, his lips now on your neck, just where your pulse beats against his mouth. “But please stay with me.” Beomgyu puffs.  

“By your side?” You ask, turning around in his arms when you couldn’t stand it anymore to watch an older version of yourself, crying heartbreakingly so in the reflection of your cerulean lampshade. Such a tragic sight, that you feel as though your guts are being arranged by the never-ending feeling of unexplainable doom.  “By my side. Nothing more or nothing less”  

You nod and the notion of perturbation and doubt fills the hollow gap of your beating organ–and all you’re hoping is that he’s right.  

The way that your mind thinks is quite twisted, you believe. Because you assume that you’re obliged to be Beomgyu’s side forever on–because frankly, it’s just you and him together.  

So I bet all I have on that 

Furrowed brow 

And at least in this lifetime 

We're sticking together 

Me and my husband 

We're sticking together 

Your mother-in-law was a pleasant woman with a charming smile and her husband–your father-in-law was a nice man who sported thick glasses during the many novellas he would devour on the couch. The first time you met them two was when it was a time between yours and Beomgyu’s relationship when you both were introducing each other to the other half’s family members and this time it was your husband’s time for a meet and greet at his house.  

They invited you inside and took the bouquet of lilies you brought for them, unlatching your hand-locked hold with Beomgyu as they both took a turn to hug you. They were warm and smelled like sugary vanilla, the mother having a hint of spicy red chilies sticking to her clothes.

Immediately she drags you to the kitchen for a bit of assistance while Beomgyu catches up with his dad. You furrow your eyebrows, because Beomgyu didn’t do that at your house when he came over. In fact, you found yourself in the kitchen again that same time. Was he supposed to help as a guest?  

At the dining table, they served you rich Jjajangmyeon that you ate a lot though it was salty and ever since then they all assumed that your mothers-in-law's Jjajangmyeon was your favorite dish.  

You’re brought back to that memory of the first-day meeting when you find yourself looking back at the black sauce in front of you. The two older adults sit in front of you, one is slurping up his food while the other sits with her hands in her lap followed by dialogue that she was waiting for her only child to start eating. But she tells you to start and so you do, trying to not let the saltiness reside on your tongue too much.  

“So (Y/n), when are you and Gyu going to have my grandson?” Soo-Young laughs nudging her husband to follow along too and soon enough you three are all awkwardly chuckling. You push around the noodles before bringing it up to your face. “I’m not sure. I don’t really want to carry a child as of now. I’m happy with Beomgyu just the way it is right now.”

For some reason your voice struggles at the word “happy” but you clear up the crack with a small cough, eyes darting back to your food. “Do you have a problem with your body that you can’t bear a child?”  

You’ve expected this very question, but your heart still drops at it. 

“I–I don’t. Me and Beomgyu aren’t trying right now” You’re ashamed, but you shouldn’t be. But you can’t help it when both parents don’t look convinced but rather disappointed. Anger flares for a mere moment. You’ve heard what their brothers, sisters, and cousins, have been saying about you both.

And in that very scene, you feel like you’re crumbling against their hard stares. You don’t want to bear a child, you just don’t! It’s too much for you now. Mentally and Physically. “Well, that’s good your body is healthy.” Your father-in-law's face hardens and his wife nods briefly before continuing her onslaught. “I hope you have a boy soon. It would be good for all of us”

She sends you a sweet upturn of her lips before she watches the door for its grand reveal, all while you’re internally panicking. The sweat rolls down your back and you play with the food on your plate.  

And I am the idiot with the painted face 

In the corner, taking up space 

But when he walks in, I am loved, I am loved  

You’re hopeless in situations like this. You never know what to say or what to do, and you’re so fucking pathetic that you can’t help but rely on others–on your husband. So, when Beomgyu bursts in through that door, with a bright smile on his face you feel your body melt and puddle against the chair.

The welcoming nod he sends towards you is just warming enough for you to unclench your jaws and hands. “You’re back” You whisper.... standing up in your chair while you hit your table against the surface of the table. Your husband loosens his tie and places his blue briefcase on the couch before he spares another look at you.  

“Careful honey didn’t know that you were this excited to see me” He quips while he rubs his hands, eyes closing when the stomach-growling scent of food slams into his nose. “Oh, Beomgyu how was work today?” His mom asks, leaving you to serve your husband with whatever he pleased at that moment, and he is happy to tell you exactly what he was craving at the dining table. “Not that bad, I didn’t have too much work today.”  

He sighs as he places a chaste kiss on your cheek, your eyelashes fluttering at the contact. The hysteria inside you has slightly died and it slowly seeps away as you watch your husband, your hand slithering to his to hold, but his hands move away before you can catch them.  

Your smile drops and the feeling intensifies deep inside you. 

Beomgyu sends you an eyebrow raise, lips smiling softly when you subtly shake your head towards the front door, and he gets the signal immediately before he immediately starts to chow down his food. Fingers twitching against your thighs, you stand up to distract yourself and head to the kitchen to grab Beomgyu some water.

You don't feel real for a second, honestly as though you were watching a perspective of yourself in a video game. The veins under your skin thrummed with buzzing nervousness as your eyebrows furrow, and you find your hands shaking as you fill up your husband’s glass, but everything is zooming in and out and the world around you is going round and round.  

“Fuck I can’t see” You mutter to yourself and before you know it, shards of sharp glass fly everywhere around your feet, bursting into a million diamonds once they touch the ground...and your feet. The soft tissue cracks open at a single deep slice, yet you don’t feel the burning pain where it should be.

Instead, you feel it in your throat where bile threatens to spill into your mouth, in your brain where it pulses erratically, your eyes that flit all over the place and your beating organ that stops for a second and then continues then stops then continues.  

Stop. Thump. Stop. Thump. Stop. Thump 

“(Y/n)?!” A pair of callous hands step over to your side, and you find yourself face-to-face with your mother-in-law, her face concerned as she leads you out of the mess. “I’m sorry” You whisper, whipping your head towards Beomgyu, who immediately rises from his seat and sprints to the bathroom.’ 

“Oh gosh, it’s okay” Her eyes dare to flicker to the penetrating wound. You don’t even try. Not when gravity could potentially pull those salty tears down to earth.  

It doesn’t take long for Beomgyu to find the first aid kit and bring it back to you, before he wraps his arm around your hand, pulling you up. “Beomgyu? Where are you going?” His mother demands, and you almost croak for them to stop, just leave you alone, but you don’t. Rather, you flop onto your husband’s side as he explains that he is just going to take you outside for a second.  

“(Y/n)’s still most likely in shock. Let her breathe some of the fresh air, it will do her good. I read it in an. article sometime back.” You’re not even sure what his mother says after to him but you’re being dragged with your other unharmed foot just right outside the porch, where he makes you sit in one the brown chairs that was placed for decor, and he...and he just sits on the ground, next to your dripping foot.

The smell of rust makes you gag into the crook of your arm, coughing violently as you try to let yourself up. “What’re you doing? Sit back down” He grabs your fleeting arm, looking into your eyes with an unexplainable glint.  “Ok” You mumble, and that’s all it took of him for you to obey, gently sitting back into the cushion of the seat.  

The silence consumes you whole, and you furrow your eyebrows struggling to breathe. Words that you want to spit out, lodge themselves in your trachea. Below you, Beomgyu carefully tends to your foot with a serious look imprinted on his handsome features. 

Drip. Drop.

Eyes shooting up to the ceiling, you ignore your husband’s pointed gaze on you, his working hands wet from the silent waterfall that streams down your face. “Baby...” He whispers, putting his cold hands around you, grazing your cheeks as he pulls you down to earth. You sniffle, wiping away your reddening nose,

“I don’t know if I want to stay here anymore?” You’re not sure why you’re questioning yourself when you knew for sure you itched to leave, every nerve inside burning in aflame in hopes of disappearing. “But why? We just came and you know how long it’s been since we’ve stayed over. Plus, today was the last day before my leave off... I had to drive forty minutes just to get here” He reasons, applying light pressure to your foot to stop the spurting of blood.

Your chest stutters at his words, guilt settling deep in your bones, but your lips don’t stop moving. They talk against your mind’s will.  

“I don’t want to have a kid.” 

Beomgyu’s still motion makes you sick to your stomach. “I see. Did my parents ask you about it?” He questions softly. “I suppose.” And finally, you find the courage in yourself to stare him in the staring eyes, wary of the slightest flutter of annoyance from him.

Yet he slowly raises his fingers, and pinches your cheek lightly, tugging it side to side while his lips turn full of a small smile. “If you don’t want to have one, that’s ok, love. But...you know that they’re right, we–we’ve been married for a while now. Don’t you want to start a family? I know I do.” 

You gasp, reaching for the escaping oxygen, “Bu–but I–” 

“You won’t do everything on your own. Just us. Together. I’ll take care of us as a family, treat you well, take more leaves off, um–not go out with my friends as much, I’ll do anything you want.” He leans forward to place a longing kiss on your forehead, and you just close your eyes, chewing your tongue off as it squirms to scream at him.

Your fists tighten to push him off, and your legs ache to run away. Run away as far as you can from this place. But you don’t. You stay sitting in that chair as Beomgyu wipes away your tears, kissing you warmly. He doesn’t understand. He doesn’t get the way that you’re going to change permanently forever. Both mind and body.

You may hate your child forever on after this, but you still don’t get a say on whether you want it or not. 

“Baby?” Beomgyu pulls back to look at you, giggling at your flushed cheeks, but you don’t find anything amusing. “Yeah?” You mumble, sucking in deep breaths. “We’ll get through it together. I promise.”  

‘Together?’ You ponder.  

You don’t want to.  

Me and my husband 

We're doing better 

It's always been just him and me 

Together 

Your whole body aches with unimaginable pain. Everything is on fire, and the wet tears rolling down your eyes do nothing to soothe it. There’s chattering everywhere but it’s going in one ear and out the other, so you hope that the man by your side is listening intently. You blink slowly to the beat of the two hearts just above your rising chest. Small heads tickle your chin, and their soft warm bodies slow down your breathing a little.  

“You did so well, love.” You want to make up the happy sniffles that emit next to you, but you can’t because your dear husband is truly crying. Any other time you would’ve made fun of him, poked, and teased him for his weeping but you feel like doing the same. But everything dried up the moment your eyes had first landed on your babies.  

Godsend babies.  

But, after their first cries hit the world, you imagine yourself as a mere twelve-year-old (or rather any age below twenty-six) left alone with two wailing babies, locked in a very dark room. Though it was important to take note that, your vivid imagination had increased by tenfold through those nine months...so you didn’t think anything of it. Yet those feelings felt very very real, as though they were thriving right under your skin, crawling like little centipedes, sneaking into every crevice and bump under your organs, eyebrows twitching at the torment.  

You turn your head to catch the calendar on the plain white wall, and in a red circle, highlights the date.

"February 12th" You tremble as you watch your husband nod furiously, clutching your hand to his face. The red burns into the paper and kept in a trance you wonder...in a few years from now, will those random letters and numbers leave a bitter taste on your tongue, or will the remnants of sweet birthday cake follow instead.

So I bet all I have on that 

Furrowed brow 

And at least in this lifetime 

We're sticking together 

If someone asked you how you felt as of right now, you would say “I dunno” in hopes of justifying yourself to your own consciousness. But taking one look at Beomgyu who beams as bright as the sunny sun outside, teeth blinding as ever, you would then change your answer to “Very happy. I am very happy because I have two kids, one of whom is a boy, thank you very much. And the other is a girl and they both, plus me are loved by my lovely husband, who is sticking with me ‘till death do us part.”

You would’ve thrown the last part in as a little joke to hide the dishonesty that would’ve seeped through the very gaps of your teeth. But that doesn't change the fact that it was now officially true. Those two on your chest, breathing with life, had just made it so.  

Me and my husband 

We're sticking together 

“(Y/n) what is this mess?”  

The two kids (both turning eight in a month) in your lap scurry away at the sound of their very tired father leaving you to stand there with a cluttered disarray behind you. You sigh. “I’ll clean it up.” Your body throbs as it leaves its place on the couch, not bothering to even watch yourself as you accidentally stumble into Beomgyu. Though you immediately freeze at the familiar odor that excretes from him.

“Have you been drinking again?” You ask, turning around to face the man who just oddly stares at you. Pieces of gray litter his hair, a stubble grows but he still looks handsome as ever, stunning as he was in that damned cabin. “What’s it with you on what I do? You’re not my mom. You’re my wife.”  

Aha.  

You lean towards him with a comforting pat on his arm, understanding the horrible grief that stirs deep inside him. You wonder if you should let him off the hook this time, his mother, the grandmother of your kids had just passed away a month ago, and his unhealthy habit his just started a week after her passing.

Perhaps you were too nice to him, maybe those small jobs you’ve taken on had made you soft-hearted, but you always fell weak in front of Beomgyu and you realized that earlier on. “It’s ok, love.” You sigh, taking him into a hug, trying not to wince at the sour smell. He doesn’t do much to embrace you, but you don’t mind.  

Parting away from him, you offer a weak smile to him.  

“Tomorrow is the weekend. Let us get a bigger desk for our daughter since she’s now having the room to herself.” 

Me and my husband 

We're doing better 

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Starry night (BelphiexF!MC she/they)

4.5k words, 18+, MDNI, enjoy <3

Includes: kissing, oral (both giving and receiving), F! orgasm (squirt), riding, pegging, male anal sex, nicknames, probably more, idk

MC had just finished working out with Beel and went to talk to Belphie as she had a question for him. But… she couldn’t find him anywhere. The human wandered around the House of Lamentation through all the common rooms, the kitchen, the music room, even the bedrooms, but he was nowhere to be found. As a last ditch effort, they made their way to the attic where they finally found him. The usually tired demon was looking through a telescope at the starry Devildom sky. After talking for a bit, they ended up hanging for hours looking at the stars; Beel even came to hang out for a bit and brought snacks, only leaving once he ate them all. Both MC and Belphie ended up falling asleep together, and that day, something changed in MC’s heart. That day spawned intense feelings that they didn’t want to tell Belphegor about just yet.

*.*.*.*.*.

MC looked at the date and suddenly realized that Beel and Belphie’s birthday was coming up and decided they wanted to do something special for them that they’ve never done before. After much convincing, begging, and promises, MC finally got the “okay” from Lord Diavolo and Lucifer to take the twins to the human world for a long weekend celebration. She was so excited, she ran to the two and told them immediately which they were extremely excited about. The Friday before their birthday came before any of them knew it, and that morning the three of them made their way to the Demon Lord’s castle to be teleported to the human world. Once they were there, MC checked them into a fancy hotel and they hung out in the room for a while. For that afternoon, MC planned a buffet tour for Beel that would last a few hours while she and Belphie would have their time together that day. 

“Be sure to dress nice, Belphie.” MC reminded as they got ready for their activity. 

“What, are my lowly demon clothes too bland for your fancy human activities?” Belphie joked. MC rolled their eyes and let out a small laugh. 

“Of course they are.” MC replied sarcastically and kissed the indigo-haired demon's forehead. He scrunched his nose playfully and laughed a bit as MC walked away to finish getting ready. 

Thirty minutes later, the two walked into a large dome shaped building. They went to the large main area and sat in some rather comfortable chairs around the large circular contraption in the center of the room. MC and Belphie talked, with him questioning them until the lights went out. A voice came on over the speakers and a screen Belphie didn't know was on the ceiling lit up with bright pictures and recordings of stars. The young demon was in awe at how beautiful the ceiling suddenly was; the comfy chair and the darkness of the room was no match for his love of astronomy. 

“MC, are these human world stars?” He asked in awe. A giant grin slipping onto his face comfortably. MC nodded and took the time to explain the missing context of common human world knowledge that he didn't know so he could thoroughly enjoy the show. Brightly colored planets, bright stars, and muted yet bright galaxies flooded the giant screen all around them and lit up his wonder filled face. Afterward, they walked around the science center hand in hand taking in all the different space themed attractions and even stopping by the gift shop to get him a little something to remember the human world constellations. 

Once the two got back to the hotel, they realized that Beel had another two hours on his tour, so they had two more hours to hang out together. They decided to cuddle up together and watch MC's favorite horror movie: Silent Hill. The two watched the movie for a while until MC looked up from her side where the demon lay with his head on her side. His arms were wrapped tightly around her waist and a small contented smile danced wistfully across his lips. MC thought he looked absolutely adorable and leaned down to kiss his cheek as a small sign of affection. Belphie on the other hand looked up to ask them a question at the same time. Their lips barely met before MC pulled back; surprise spread across their face while a smirk painted Belphie’s.

“Tsk tsk. MC, if you’re going to kiss me, then do it right.” He playfully taunted. MC shrugged and without a moment’s hesitation, they pulled him up a bit and connected their lips. The kiss was short, sweet, and innocent but left Belphie’s cheeks with a slight tint of pink. He looked away for a moment before regaining his sweet yet suggestive tone.”Is that all you’ve got?” He asked teasingly.

“If you want me to kiss you, you can just ask, Belphie.” MC grinned at him and gently held his chin to ensure he kept looking at them. His cheeks tinted a bit more but was still almost unnoticeable and he squirmed a bit, readjusting himself to sit up completely.

“Sounds like you just want me to kiss you.” Belphie sassed, but leaned in to kiss the human anyway. It was intended to be another short, innocent kiss, but his hand found its way to their cheek and he deepened it. Though it was still relatively short, it started to heat up just a bit. When Belphie pulled away, he glanced down at himself briefly then looked back up to MC with a goofy smile.

“What?” They asked, holding back a laugh.

“Look what you’ve done to me, MC. This is your fault.” He said partially jokingly and gestured to the slight tint in his pants. MC let out their laugh and looked Belphie in the eye. There was just something about him in that moment that MC just had to have.

“And what do you want me to do about it, honey?” MC asked getting close once more. She smirked and a glint of mischief in both of their eyes. 

“I mean… you could definitely help me out.” He said in a low tone. At this point, the movie had been forgotten and any hint of tiredness that may have been present in Belphie was no more. 

“Hmm, you’re lucky you’re so cute.” MC joked and leaned in to kiss him once more. Unlike the previous ones, this kiss was intentionally spicy. Belphie smirked into it and started to feel MC up. His pretty hands ran all over MC’s thighs, then back, and ended up cupping their face. MC didn’t know what came over them but they pulled Belphie into their lap like he weighed nothing and held him by his hips; he didn’t seem to mind. MC began palming Belphie’s growing bulge over his pants making his breath hitch against their lips. He grinded into their hand and let out a small moan. MC loved the sound and started to kiss Belphie’s neck to hear him more. The new sensation made the demon’s breath become heavier and his hips grinded down against MC’s hand almost reflexively. 

“Shit. Please-” Belphie tried to speak but his breath caught as MC lightly bit his neck. It was like his mind completely went blank and his head drifted to one side to give MC better access. 

“Please what?” MC asked between wet kisses to his neck. “Should I give you hickeys?” They asked again. Belphie’s ability to form words seemed to disappear as he nodded his head and pressed his body against theirs. They took their time to kiss and suck dark red marks all over his neck and upper chest for a bit. MC rocked forward and stood up with Belphie still in their arms and turned to help him lay on his back. They pulled away and helped him remove his pants, then they removed their shirt. The human gently pushed his legs apart, and propped themself up on their elbows and smirked up at the ombre-haired demon.

“MC, stop teasing me. You’re supposed to be helping me out.” Belphie complained and looked at the gorgeous human so close to his groin. MC hummed in acknowledgement and started marking up Belphie’s thighs as well. The slight sting of their teeth being sharper than he anticipated only made him harder and the whole teasing thing more torturous. Their movements were so sensual and gentle yet certain and precise that butterflies fluttered violently in his stomach as they got closer to his dick. She kissed him over his boxers and even through the thin fabric, Belphie felt every tiny movement and his breath caught once more. MC’s hands found their way under his boxers and onto his hard cock; his breath shuddered and his hips unintentionally bucked into MC’s hand. She smiled and moved his underwear to the side and let a bit of saliva roll off of her tongue onto the head before taking it in her mouth.

“Ah, fu-” His own breathless moan caught in his throat. MC bobbed up and down, taking more of him each time while watching the way his face reacted. Belphie also watched MC’s movements with intense focus but found them looking a little too overwhelming. He let his head fall back onto the bed to hide the blush that now burned his cheeks. It didn't take long, all MC did was take his entire hard cock down her throat to make him cum down it. His hips jerked and hit her uvula making her gag but she still swallowed every last drop. His desperate and shuttering moans were like music to MC’s ears and it just made her more wet than she already was. Despite his orgasm, neither of them were anywhere near done. The human pulled off his dick with a ‘pop' and grinned. 

“My turn.” They said before climbing up the plush hotel bed and kissing Belphie who had almost finished catching his breath. MC removed their bottoms and sat beside Belphie before helping him out of his shirt. His cheeks were slightly flushed, but fuck if he didn't look good in that after orgasm glow. 

“I think you made me see stars, MC.” Belphie joked. MC chuckled and kissed his lips once more, then straddled his chest. He knew exactly what she wanted. 

“Well you're about to see more, baby.” MC joked and let themself be pulled to Belphie’s mouth. The demon quickly went to work; his tongue moving around skillfully and his lips caressing and sucking in all of the right places. MC threw a hand over their mouth to muffle their moans as Belphie’s tongue worked MC’s most sensitive bits and his teeth gently grazed their clit. They grinded into the demon’s mouth and their eyes started to roll back in pleasure. Belphie dug his fingers into MC’s hips when she accidentally squeezed his head a little too hard. Belphie’s hot, shuddered breath and light moans filled MC’s ears and they were utterly intoxicated by the feeling coursing through their body. It was so much, she yelled out when she came; hot squirt cascaded over Belphie’s mouth. MC’s legs trembled as their body trembled with pleasure and their moans slipped out of their slack jawed mouth. 

“G-GOD fucking-!” They yelled into their hand riding out their orgasm on Belphie’s tongue. When they caught their breath, they fell to the side onto the bed next to the demon and touched his face gently. “Such a fucking good boy.” MC said before kissing him again.

“Let me fuck you?” Belphie asked against their lips. MC nodded still in the kiss and let Belphie take control. He got on top of MC, grinding his clothed dick against MC’s wet pussy. Before things could get too far, MC cast a spell to make the room completely soundproof. Now the two could be as loud as they wanted. He lifted his hips and took his underwear off, pumping his hard cock and readjusted MC so that they were slightly on their side. They took off their bra to get more comfortable, and he lifted one of their legs to use as a grip. He lined himself up with their tight entrance before pushing into them slowly. They both moaned in ecstasy as his big cock filled their gummy walls. The feeling was so good, MC’s first few moans were more like desperate gasps. 

While he fucked them, Belphie kissed all over MC’s legs, leaving marks to turn into bruises in his wake. He squeezed and kneaded MC’s hips, then breasts, sensually thrusting into their wet hot cunt. The two moaned in unison, a sweet symphony; music to their ears. Belphie’s hips found a pleasant rhythm going in and out, deeper with each thrust, but not too fast as he wanted to savor this moment. No sweet dream or long nap could ever be anywhere near as good as MC felt on his dick in that moment.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, my darling constellation.” Belphie praised. MC moaned in response and put one of his hands on their tits. He squeezed and kneaded the soft fat making them moan and one of their own hands made its way down to play with their clit. Belphie readjusted and got closer so he could go as deep as MC would take him and sped up just a little bit. MC’s moans became fervent and desperate. They were so close to cuming it was driving them mad.

“D-don’t stop, Belphie. I’mmm so close!” MC pleaded. Belphie wasn’t done with the human just yet, so he thrusted into them once, twice, a third time, then pulled out completely. MC’s face almost immediately fell into one of disappointment. “What the fuck?” MC asked, between quick, shallow breaths.

“If you want to cum again, you’re going to have to work for it, beautiful.” Belphie said and helped them sit up. MC rolled her eyes but let a light smirk overtake her face. 

“Oh demon boy, you have no clue what I’m going to do to you as revenge. I ought to edge you till you beg.” She playfully threatened. And waited for Belphie to tell them what to do to earn their orgasm. 

“I’ll believe it when I see it. Ride me.” He said rather nonchalantly as he sat on one of the edges of the bed. MC let out a dry laugh before straddling his lap and running her hands through his soft indigo and white hair. Their lips connected and MC licked at his plump wet lips to gain access to his mouth to which he bit their lip in retaliation, but allowed it. The human took in the demon’s taste, moaning all the while. They hadn’t put his dick back in yet, so they grinded down making both of them moan into the deepening kiss. The grinding did nothing to get either of them closer to orgasm, so MC finally reached between them and put the hard cock in her wet twat once more.

“Fuck, you fill me up so good, Starlight.” MC moaned and leaned forward to hide the way her eyes rolled back in pure, hot, bliss. After a moment, they started to bounce and grind; their nails scratched and dug into his upper back and shoulders making the demon hiss in pleasure. 

Belphie moved his hands to MC’s hips to guide them into a steady rhythm but MC just wanted- no, needed to cum. They rode him like their life depended on it; up and down, up and down, grinding, moaning, so fucking close. Their breath hitched in their throat, stuck behind an invisible barrier, only releasing when Belphie gently bit them at the base of their neck along with another orgasm. Hot squirt went all over the edge of the bed, the floor, Belphie’s lap, and down MC’s trembling legs. A desperate cry of ecstasy, so loud it would be embarrassing had they not soundproofed the room earlier. Every erratic jerk and twitch from MC’s hips and pussy made the demon's cock throb. An incoherent thread of slurred swears leaked from their breathless lips as they recovered, slowly grinding on Belphie to keep the friction. 

“You came so much, MC. I didn’t think I was that good.” Belphie joked before reaching down and playing with their clit ever so slightly making them jump. 

“W-what do you mean, you? I d-did all the work.” MC sassed, getting their breath back. MC kissed him again and felt his cock throb inside of them. They got off of him, only wobbling a bit, and began to cast a summoning spell.

“What are you doing?” Belphie asked before a bright pink strap on appeared in one hand, and a tube of lube appeared in the other. They let a mischievous grin overtake their face and gestured the sex toy toward Belphie. 

“I told you I would get my revenge, didn’t I?” They asked rhetorically and started to put the device on. The demon merely hummed in acknowledgement before speaking again. 

“I guess I deserve this, don’t I?” He said, fully embracing his ”punishment”. No matter what, MC was a person of their word; even if Belphie wasn’t into this, they would have gotten their revenge another way. MC got close and kissed him once again. They just couldn’t get enough of his sweet taste. They softly moaned into the kiss before speaking against his lips in a low tone.

“Yes, you do. Now be a good boy and stand up for me.” MC commanded, to which he listened. The demon man stood up, almost towering over MC as his hands rested on either side of their waist. “Turn around. I want you face down, ass up.” MC joked. Belphie’s eye roll contradicted the goofy, fond grin spread across his slightly flushed face. He turned to face the bed and leaned down without so much as a sound of protest while MC helped maneuver him to their liking. Once his legs were spread and his ass was in the air, MC ran their hands down Belphie’s back. Their fingers gently grazed across his soft skin leaving goosebumps in their wake. The human popped open the tube of clear gel and squirted some onto their fingers. They rubbed the strap on then a bit on Belphie’s asshole making him let out a small gasp.

“That’s cold.” He said looking back at MC. They squeezed his thigh softly before apologizing.

“Sorry, Sunshine. Do you want me to prep you?” MC asked with a small but genuine smile. Taking a moment to think, Belphie shook his head.

“Nah, I can take it. It won’t hurt me.” He said resting his head on the palm of one of his hands and looked over his shoulder at MC. She lined the toy up with his entrance, barely pressing against it.

“So brave. So good for me.” MC complemented before slowly pushing into him. Belphie’s pretty moans loudly leaked from his lips and his knees pressed into the side of the mattress. His eyes closed and he instinctively gripped the sheets under him. MC gripped his slutty slutty waist to be able to pull him close at a moments notice before pulling out to the tip before pushing back in slowly. They took their time so the demon could get adjusted to the toy before MC could really have fun. They thrusted into him again and again, slowly, giving soft touches of affection and drinking in his moans. 

“You can speed up a bit, you know?” Belphie said, his voice slightly horace and his cheeks and ears tinted a rose red as he breathed heavily in pleasure. MC gripped his waist harder and spoke in a low yet commanding voice.

“I believe the word you’re looking for is ‘faster’ or maybe even ‘harder’”. MC teased and slowed their rhythm making him huff in frustration.

“Yeah, that.” Though MC couldn’t see his face, they knew he rolled his eyes. That’s not how this game is played. MC let a smirk speak across their face and they pulled out to the tip of the toy then slammed back into him. He let out a loud yell-like moan and white knuckle gripped the sheets under him.

“Incorrect. Use your words, my darling Starlight.” They said and slowly pulled out of him completely then leaned down to kiss the back of his neck and tangle their fingers in his hair near the nape of his neck. 

“Come on, MC.” He whined. “You know what I meant.” His voice was shaky from MC’s kisses and knowing that MC was going to pull his hair at any moment. He didn’t mind MC being rough with him.

“No, Belphegor. I know what I heard. If you want me to do something, you need to use your words and ask.” She spoke again and made a mark on the back of his neck, gently pulling his hair as she did.

“F-fuck. Please fuck me, MC. S-stop teasing me.” He gasped and moaned out. MC hummed in contentment and kissed their way down the demon’s back making him arch his back with each one. They stood back up and squirted a bit more lube on the toy and pushed the device back past his entrance.

“That’s a good boy.” MC complemented as they started to slowly fuck him once more to Belphie’s dismay. Rather than asking MC to speed up as he was instructed, he decided to try fucking himself with MC instead. He pushed back to put their bodies closer together, over and over again, fucking himself until he was a moaning mess. His legs began to gently shake as he neared his orgasm but MC had one more thing they wanted to do. 

“You really don't know the meaning of a punishment, do you?” They asked rhetorically and slammed into him once, making him yell in pleasure then pulled out of him completely. “Get up. You're going to play this game my way or not at all, okay?” They asked in a sweet voice and punctuated each sentence with a kiss to his neck or back. 

“Fine.” He said breathlessly. He took a moment to regain use of his legs, but when he stood up MC slid under him. 

“What was it you said earlier? ‘Ride me?’” They teased and slid back a bit onto the bed so the indigo and white haired boy had space to climb up and straddle them. Once he was hovering over the human's lap, he closed the short distance between their lips. Their lips were tangled together as MC put the toy back into his asshole. 

“Fuuck MC, you're too good at this.” He complimented and began to rock back and forwards while his hand tried to make its way to his hard cock. He tried. MC grabbed his wrists and put them around her neck as a way to wordlessly tell him not to touch himself. That this is what he deserved for being mean earlier. And he wholeheartedly agreed. MC began to kiss him on his neck and around his collar bones to hear every little sound the demon made. MC’s hands gripped at his hips and squeezed his thighs while thrusting the toy into him nonstop. His moans and swears leaked out of his mouth like a song and MC loved every lyric. 

Eventually, MC ended up laying on their back with Belphie on top of them. His body weight rested half on MC and the other half on his bent knees on the bed. MC put their legs up on the bed to get a grip so they can deliver the final part of his punishment. With their hands on his hips, holding him in place, they began to slowly fuck him speeding up over a short amount of time. The faster MC fucked him, the more he moaned and swore. A slew of ‘fuck’s, ‘shit’s and more all cut off in various places were sprinkled among the moans running from Belphie’s mouth. MC sped up, aware that the more they fuck him, the more his hard cock rubs between their stomachs. 

“Sit up for a minute, Moonlight.” MC said and helped him sit up. “Give me the lube.” The demon did as he was told, if not a bit shaky before shakily speaking.

“Please, MC. I need to cum so bad.” He practically begged. MC squeezed his hip as reassurance as they opened the tube again and let a few drops fall on the man’s throbbing cock and their lower stomach. 

“Fuck my hand.” She said in a low commanding voice. Bephie nodded and MC loosely held Belphie’s dick in their hand. As he bounced on the strap on, he fucked MC’s hand. At this point, he was so overstimulated that he could barely moan anymore; his voice was hoarse and his breathing was erratic. His eyes rolled back a bit as he came closer and closer to his orgasm. His face was one of pure, raw, pleasure and he seemed so close to the edge. 

“I-I’m gonna f-fucking…” He trailed off.

“Cum for me, Belphie.” MC encouraged; almost in response, the demon boy shot his white hot load all over MC’s hand and both of their stomachs. His moans were loud and he shook the bed with how strong his orgasm was. As the intensity settled, he slowly lowered himself back down onto MC’s messy chest not caring about the cum getting all over them. 

MC let him lay there for a bit and gather himself, his face hiding in the crook of their neck, and peppering his head and neck with small innocent kisses. Eventually Belphie hummed in contentedness and wrapped his arms around the human’s neck; he too placed small innocent kisses on their shoulder. After both of them catching their breath and relaxing, just taking in each others’ warmth in silence, Belphie decided to ask a question.

“Hey, MC?” He said softly from his spot on top of them. He removed the toy from his ass and got comfortable once more.

“Yes, love?” 

“What was with all the nicknames?” He asked.

“Because… you’re like space to me. Beautiful, interesting, mysterious… Something about you makes me want to be near you all the time. It’s like… you’re Orion. Strong, brave, and so alluring.”

“Wow, you really know how to make me feel special. I love you, Venus.” He said in a voice so soft, MC had to make sure he wasn’t falling asleep.

“I love you too, my Darling Crescent moon.” MC kissed his forehead and wrapped their arms around his waist and sat up. She took the strap on off, and tossed it onto the bed beside them, before gently asking, “Are you sleepy?”

Belphie nodded his head and MC could tell that he was fading fast but they were still covered in cum. “Do you have enough energy to take a bath with me?” MC asked again. Once again, Belphie nodded and mumbled out a small ‘yeah’. MC kissed his forehead again, and gently let him relax on the bed so they could draw a bath then take a nap.

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Special shout out to @half-asleep-artist5701 @endeenderman @angelustful @hakirachan @fluffyspaceball @ezeanim @1-randomized and @legendary-sacrificer (IDK why I can't tag you I'm so sorry!!) for all your amazing nickname ideas!! You're all amazing and this one is for you!!

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𝗢𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁

Rúben Dias x reader

Word count: 2.3k

Summary: You and Ruben where adamant to keep your relationship out of work but things don't always go according to plan.

Warnings: Smut, fluff, angst

Notes: First one I post about Ruben but kinda liked it even though it's kinda messy and all over the place.

"Is Y/N in today?"

Lucy shook her head with a crooked grin, trying to bite in a smug smile "She will come in an hour or so" she proceeded to tell the Portuguese who nodded.

"Don't make things up Lucy" he muttered but a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Oh I am surely not Mr Dias" she smiled back, sitting back on her desk chair as he straightened up "Well, have a good day" he mumbled before hurrying up the stairs.

You knew you were late as you rushed through the entrance of the building, out of breath and stressed out.

"A certain someone asked for you this morning" Lucy grinned as you stopped at her reception desk. Hands full of your working bag, gym bag and files that you needed to go through after failed attempts at doing it during the weekend.

"Who?" you questioned, putting the bags down on the ground as you breathed heavily, being late to work was a bad habit but it did make your fitness better.

"Who do you think?" Lucy chuckled, folding her arms over her chest like it was the most obvious answer.

"Uh-uh Ruben?"

"Ding ding ding" she grinned, tapping her finger on the desk in tact with the sounds she did.

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the little smile that tugged at your mouth. "Don't give me that look"

"I'm not giving you anything I am just asking you a question and pointing out something obvious"

You shook your head, warning her to continue. "I'm gonna go work, see you for lunch?" you hummed, picking up your bags and starting of to the stairs while she laughed at you "Don't try to hide the truth!" she shouted tempting you to flick her off behind your back but you held back and settled in your office. Putting the bags on the small chair by the door before settling in the spacey room which you proudly called your office.

Working as a PR manager for Manchester City had been a dream so far. Only being on the post for a month short you still had a lot to adjust to and a lot to learn but it had all been going great so far. Finding new friends by the staff and also befriending a few of the players. It was your dream job and landing it at your age was a dream in itself.

You spent the morning working through files of different events and matches. Writing player profiles and interview-templates.

The clock was about eleven when a knock made you stop and welcome the person inside.

"It's open" The door shot open and Ruben appeared, his small smile and two coffee cups in his hands making you smile widely.

"Hi, I know it's pretty late but thought you might want some coffee" You couldn't help but smile foolishly big as the Portuguese sat down the coffee at your desk. "Thank you Ruben, it's very nice" "So.... what are you doing?" he questioned, peeking over your shoulder to get a look at your files.

"Well, right now I am writing some files for Nick to pass on to Lucy and Pep regarding the Christmas event and this is your player profile template" "Wow okay, didn't really get that.. wait, that's mine?"

"Mhm"

"What does it say?" he questioned and you chuckled at him, turning to look at him briefly before opening the file up to full screen, showing him the template.

"It's basically empty. I'm gonna have to go around and fill in this information later on, some of it will probably be filmed and all but I have just filled in the basics so far, like your name, birthday, birthplace and so on"

"Mhm" he hued as his eyes scanned the document. He looked ridicolously good regardless what he was doing, it was beginning to become almost a little bit annoying, like how could someone be so beutidul only doing something so simple as reading.

"Are you supposed to know my favorite movie?" he grinned at you, meeting your eyes. "Well I don't know Mr Diaz, are you supposed to know how I look naked? I don't think so but still you do" you mused back, grinning at him as he huffed. His hands rested on the desk, next to you as he leant forward, head tiling to the left to watch you.

"Don't put those images in my head" "You are not getting anything here, it's workspace" you muttered, turning back to your computer and continuing filling in some information in his profile.

"Favorite snack?

"Isn't this supposed to be filmed?" he questioned, "Well maybe but I should start posting this before we can even proceed with the filming so I need to get a few done before, well most of them plus these are not great interview questions"

Ruben hummed, reading through the page now open on your screen as you were thinking.

"Is Jack still here?"

Ruben tilted his head and tutted in disapproval "why would you want him?" You couldn't help but to chuckle at him "Because I want to post his profile?" "Why not mine?"

"Well because I think it would be better to post his first. He is a very popular player and his transfer was a really big publicity thing so I feel like it would get attention to the series of profiles that will occur"

"Post mine first" he grumbled, shaking his head at you while you chuckled "Come on, let me do my work and go find Jack for me"

"I will not"

"Okay, fine. Then I will go myself" you said, standing up from the chair and walking around the table, looking over your shoulder to smirk at his grumpy expression.

"Stop" he grunted as you reached the door, you stopped and turned to him with a smirk. "What? Can't I do my job?" you teased but he only shook his head at you, beckoning you over to him. "You can but right now you can not go and look for Jack" "Why not?" You laughed but still walking to him until you stood chest to chest.

His eyes had that fire they always held when he was in the mood but you had been strict in your rule that no sexual acts where gonna take place at work.

You had already broken that rule twice, once in the changing room after a red-card and another time in the media room after a dinner party.

But you were still adamant on trying to keep it as much as possible. "You shouldn't be so bratty" he murmured. You looked up at him with a chuckle "I am not bratty Ruben, I am trying to do my work and I think Jack is a great player to start with for the profiles and people love him. He is hot, strong and a great player" you teased.

He grunted at that, pushing you against the desk. "Don't stand here and say Jack is hot or you will have a problem"

"Hmm" you hummed as response, feigning thinking. "He is" "Stop"

You couldn't help but to chuckle at him as you patted his chest reassuringly.

Ruben didn't find it funny though. Grabbing your thighs and hoisting you up on the table, standing in-between your thighs and pressing up against you.

"You say one more thing and you will be in trouble" he hissed, pressing his fingers into your thighs. You hummed slightly mockingly, sticking your tongue out from the corner of your lips with a smirk on your face.

"You're just such a brat sometimes" he muttered, pushing your skirt up until it pooled around your waist. He roughly pulled your legs apart and pushed his hand into your panties. You let out a gasp at the rough treatment but you loved it.

Ruben stood with his back against the door, blocking what he was doing with his fingers from any intruders.

"Gonna make you cum in your office and then maybe you will stop being such a brat and maybe stop talking about fucking Jack" His fingers started to rub at your clit. You bit your lip tightly, trying to conceal any sounds that threatened to come out.

Two of his fingers plunged into you starting to pump furiously and making it impossible to stay quiet.

"Ruben" you whined, begging him to slow down. Pressing your face into his chest to try to conceal your moans and whines when he didn't. "Please stop. I can't keep quite" you whined, rocking against his hand.

"Try harder Gathina" he murmured against the shell of your ear, his hot breath trailing down your neck.

He switched between slamming them in and out of you and hooking them against your spot, his thumb never leaving your clit. It felt electric and you knew you would be close within minutes.

Your legs started to shake as you neared your orgasm, the sounds being louder and louder and in the end even Ruben decided it was too much, trying to muffle them with kisses. Swallowing all of your sounds. "You're so close aren't you" he smirked at you chuckling as all you could do was nod.

Just as you were right there a knock echoed through the room before the door swung open. Ruben detached his mouth from yours in shock making you let out a loud moan as you were so so so close to orgasm. Desperately trying to move away from his fingers as you heard the door open.

"Oi! What the fuck!" Jack screeched out quickly exiting the office and closing the door, standing outside the door, waiting until you were ready.

"Ruben stop!" you whined but he continued, only a few more pumps of his fingers was all you needed to release biting your lips so hard they almost bled to not moan too loud for Jack's ears.

You tried to calm down, get your breathing under control and when you did you panicked. "Ruben what the fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck" You whined, watching as he licked his fingers clean before placing his hands on your shoulders to calm you down.

"Calm down y/n it was only Jack it's okay" "It's not okay! You are not gonna fired for this but I am!" You argued, gathering your bag and computer before hurrying out of the door. ignoring Rubens call of your name.

You opened the door to find Jack scratching his neck but a grin plastered on his face. You turned to him, pointing a finger at him "One word about this Grealish, and i'm talking about anything. One fucking word and you are dead"

Jack's eyes wiedened as you stormed off down the halls.

He whistled as he walked into the office where Ruben still stood, closing the door behind him.

"Soooo" Jack chuckled, pursing his lips at his teammate who mirrored his smile and chuckle. "What did I interrupt" "Nothing" Ruben hummed, shaking his head. "Nothing pft, that's bullshit you were fingering her on her office desk!" Jack burst, eyes wide and voice high.

"Okay okay, but seriously. You cannot say anything to anybody. If you do she can honestly loose her job"

"Hey, I won't but if you wanna keep it a secret ya know, maybe don't finger her in the office" he advised, walking towards the door. "Tell her I will meet her tomorrow and talk about the module she have done" he tilled, grinning as he walked out of the door.

Ruben sighed, taking the spare key from the drawer and locking the door behind him as he made his way down the stair. He was done for the morning, having a break until three when training was taking place again. "Hey Lucy have you seen y/n?" he questioned as he walked down the stairs.

Lucy looked up at the man, a slightly nervous look on her face "Uh, she, I"

"Lucy" Ruben deadpanned, knowing she knew exactly where you were.

"She just left home but she didn't want me to tell you that"

Ruben sighed "Thank you Lucy, I won't tell on you"

She nodded in appreciation as he quickly walked towards his car.

--

When Ruben unlocked the door to your apartment you were sitting on the sofa, lazy watching tv as you worked with your files. You knew who it was the second you heard the lock rustle.

"I don't want any visitors" You shouted towards the hallway but you couldn't help the small smile that tugged at your mouth. The time on your sofa had made you calm down slightly, knowing Jack would never tell on you.

"Shut up" Ruben chuckled, stopping in the doorway to look at you, his arm resting against the frame and a crooked grin on his face. "Sorry for running" you hummed, settling your computer aside as he approached you. Leaning down to kiss your lips softly.

"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't risk your job like that"

"Well I appreciate that but it's not like I didn't willingly spread my legs for you" you hummed jokingly. "Well no but still" Ruben smiled, settling down next to you on the sofa.

"It's all okay, we just need to talk about a solution. I don't wanna have to hide us forever"

"We will find a solution" he nodded in agreement, kissing your lips again, just as soft and loving.

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[cookiesupplier]

Every Rose Has It's Thorns - Part Nine

pairing: Ricky Olson x ofc (Talia)

warnings/tropes: slow burn, soulmates, strangers to enemies to lovers, betrayal, angst, fluff, smut, language, panic attack.

summary: In a world where soulmates inexplicably receive a tattoo that will match that of their soulmate the moment they turn eighteen years old, being famous and covered in very visible tattoos can make finding your true soulmate a questionable fate. Not that it is any easier for the soulmate in question. Thus is the fate for Ricky and Talia. Sooner or later, however, life is bound to collide, but what will happen when it does?

author’s note: Unbeta, another nice and loonnnng one. Don't keep expecting them lol.

tags: @tearfallpixie @cncohshit @jordynyingling0219 @faceless-mirror @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @wild-child-7747 @witchyweeb34 @black-damask1999 @casangel1986

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Talia had just spent her whole day off cleaning their apartment from top to bottom, the place was entirely spotless, she wanted to make sure the place was perfect. Ava would be coming home in a matter of days! Two days, she had two days and a bit days she guessed, before she had to pick up Ava from the airport.

Well, maybe.

It had not escaped Talia’s attention that Ava had been avoiding giving her any details about coming home, about how she was getting home, picking her up from the airport and the like. The tour finished nowhere near here, and even the guys in the band needed to travel themselves to get home, which she was more than aware of. She’d been following the rest of the tour, something she hadn’t done in years, she knew she shouldn’t, it wasn’t good, her every time she saw a picture of him she felt like she got a kick in the gut, but Talia told herself she just needed to know Ava was safe, that she was doing okay.

She was.

Calling her this morning she was determined to get details.

“Oy, enough with the avoidance, how am I supposed to pick you up from the airport if I don’t know when you’re going to get in babe? Unless you’re telling me you’d rather Jordan and his awful taste in radio channels to come get you?”

Smirking at the face that Ava made then,

“Argh, no, we’ve had that talk, Jordan can drive me on a cold day in hell.”

Talia snorted,

“Hel is actually pretty cold, God of War, one day you will play it with me, the underworld is where you freeze, I love it, now.. Back to the point Ava, don’t avoid it. Again.”

Raising her eyebrow at her best friend expectantly, she was willing to pull the information from her if she had to, as if she didn’t already know what the other woman was trying to avoid telling her… she just needed to spit it out already, and get it out of the way. Talia had figured it out, and not because Kyle and Jordan had given her the heads up.

“Well, flight details, come on, what are they?” Playing stupid, she needed Ava to cough it up already, tell her what was going on, her hedging right up until the last second wasn’t going to do any of them any good.

“I, they’re here somewhere, let me find them..”

Talia saw the nervous smile on the screen, she’d seen that smile so many times over the years when Ava was worried about something and didn’t know how to handle it so started to freak out. Like the time she’d accidentally broken Kyle bike, or the time that Jordan had been planning a party for Kyle and she’d accidentally let it slip and didn’t know how to tell him too afraid he was going to blow up at her for it. Or the time she accidentally ruined Talia’s favourite shirt in the laundry.. She always seemed like the toughest one of them in so many ways, but that wasn’t always the case. There were always moments. They looked after each other, that was how they functioned, together, they were strong, apart, it was different. They supported each other, simple. Even from across the country, that was how it was going to work, plain and simple, and Talia just needed to remind her of that.

“Ava, come on babe, you can talk to me, what’s going on?”

Her voice quiet, hopefully calming, Ava had been there enough for her, especially this last week and a half, trying to keep her grounded, calling her every day, stopping her from retreating into herself over everything with Rick. She would have, just completely shut down without Ava.. even if calling had felt like a trigger, it had also helped, knowing she’d always have her friend, and Ava wouldn’t just abandon her just because she had her soulmate now and they were connected.

She waited patiently as Ava paused, looking to her through the screen,

“I’m staying with Vinny for a bit longer, I’m going to stay and meet his family.”

Talia’s voice caught, she knew that was always going to be a possibility, but so soon. She’d hoped she’d come home, and they’d make plans for the future for them to met up again.

“His life is so hectic, and he won’t get as much chances to be home with them, for everyone to be home, and it's perfect timing..”

She nodded, of course, of course it was right. They were right, it was perfect timing, Talia couldn’t argue with that, and they were already getting along famously. Ava gushed about Vinny all the time when she called.

Talia could see the hesitation on her face that there was more that was making Ava nervous, and this time she didn’t need to ask, she just knew,

“You want me to come, don’t you?”

The nod of her head was instant, wouldn’t she. Ava would probably ask Jordan and Kyle, but Kyle’s job made leaving to a different state difficult, and she’d already tried to talk Bee into letting Talia have some time off before she’d even left two weeks ago! So fucking cheeky. Talia took in a breath.

The difference between Ava and Talia, was while Talia had gone semi no-contact with her family outside of holidays with the way she was treated over the soulmate issues, Ava parents had died in a car accident when she was a teenager, and lived with foster parents the last few years during high school. It hadn’t been an easy change for her, and Talia, Jordan and Kyle had quickly transitioned from best friend, into her family, plain and simple. Knowing she wanted her to come, Talia got it, it wasn’t going to be easy, but family was family, and she’d do anything for Ava.

“Get to know him? Really get to know him. I know we’ve both seen the streams and the interviews, but you’ve said it yourself, that’s different. He's my soulmate T. I want you to know him.”

Talia nodded quickly, blinking back the moisture in her eyes that she didn’t want to turn into tears for Ava to see, she wasn’t even sad, she swore it, she wasn’t. Honestly she was ecstatic for Ava right now. She was so excited that she wanted her to spend time with Vinny as her family, that she had gotten to that point, two weeks, but two weeks constantly in each other's presence would do that. It was an extreme case. If there was any way to be sure to know someone, this was a way she could have seen some of the best and worst parts of him these two weeks.

“I’ll talk to Bee, I’ll see if I can get the time off you were talking about. You’ll be happy I didn’t make any appointments yet so, if it’s okay, then I’ll be there.”

The shining smile she got from Ava was the perfect response, and those tears that Talia hadn’t wanted to come, stung her eyes even more when she couldn’t hug her so tight because she was stupidly across the country.

“Shit, you just wait until I see you next, I miss your hugs.”

Talia smiled, belaying the tears until the call ended with a round of laughter from Ava at the talk of hugs and the threat of hugging her to death the moment she saw her next. The call didn’t last much longer considering she had to get off the phone to call Bee, she wanted to try and make arrangements quickly if she wanted to get things organized to do this, she didn’t want to leave Ava alone with Vinny and his family, she would be her backup.

~~

They had one last show before they were heading home, one last show tomorrow night and the tour was done. One last show. Rick would love to think that this whole mess could be behind him but hearing Ava be so excited about hearing from Talia that their boss had just confirmed she could have the time off work. He didn’t dare ask for how long, though he hoped there was a time clock on it, that she would leave, that she would leave almost as soon as she arrived. Though, in saying that, Ava was sweet, and caring, and despite the dark reminder of her connection to her that was always there in the back of his mind that he didn’t want to think of, he liked her. She was good for Vin, they were perfect as soulmates, they matched each other well.

Ever since she’d helped him with that panic attack, anxiety attack, whatever it was, it had been easier to be around her, if he made sure to vacate whenever the calls home came up. He did not want to be around when the other one came up.. Even if sometimes it had creeped up in conversation. Like now.

He could feel Chris’ eyes on him when he got up from his seat and walked down the front of the bus and out the doors, glad for once they were stopped, even if it was just for gas and some snacks on the way to the last town, the last venue.. The last stop of the tour for tomorrow night. Stepping out of the bus, damn, sometimes he missed not smoking anymore, what he’d give for one right now.

Leaning his back against the side of the bus, his head hung low as his fingers ran through his hair, with a sigh. At least he was away from Ava’s excitement, not wanting to bring her down from being able to see her best friend again. Damn, when had he gotten to the point that he hadn’t wanted to bring her down when he wanted to do anything no to see her, again.

“Hey, Rick.”

Looking up from the ground, seeing Chris had followed him out of the bus, of course it was Chris, who else.

“Hey.”

The singer moved to stand beside him, leaning back against the bus as well, his arms crossed in front of him, not saying anything at first, just letting Rick stand there in silence. He knew though, he knew that he wanted to say something. That Chris hadn’t come out here for no reason.

“What is it Chris?”

Looking over towards him, Chris glanced down to him, shrugging a little,

“I’ve been where you are, isolating yourself isn’t going to help no matter what you think. You don’t want to hurt the people that are happy so you pull away, so it hurts you more. Ten to one that girl is doing the same thing, not wanting to acknowledge how she's feeling.”

“Chris-”

“Shut the fuck up, and hear me out.”

Chris had been his friend longer than anyone in the band, he’d known Ricky the longest here, he was the one that had convinced him to move across the country so he could join Motionless In White after all, so, Ricky did him the benefit of just that, shutting the fuck up. Waving his hand in front of him, as if to say, go on.

“Look, what happened to me was different, I know, and yet what happened to you, is no fucking better.”

Chris had gone through this more than once, but the worst time was the last time, when he had actually been engaged, planning to get married. But then a woman that claimed to be his soulmate turned up, and while it hadn’t taken much at all to prove she was faking, that she was just a deluded fan, wanting to steal him away from the woman that had him, sadly, it had been enough to make his fiancé question their relationship. Question what might happen if his real soulmate turned up one day with him being in the limelight. Not even two months later, long before they planned to have been married, she had called it off, and left him. Ricky felt for him, he’d loved her, and never claimed to have wanted his soulmate in that way, he loved her, but his fiancé, it seemed, hadn’t accepted that, and that was the painful part Chris had admitted to wondering later, if her soulmate had turned up after they married, would she have left him? Chris hadn’t been in a serious relationship since, and Ricky got that now, he really did.

“That doesn’t make destroying yourself like this healthy. Shutting yourself off is only going to make it worse. I mean,”

Ricky looked up to meet Chris’ eyes,

“She backed off when she saw you with Grace, right?”

Rick tensed he did not like where this was going, his eyes narrowing as he looked to Chris,

“So she claims.”

His voice was tight, according to Ava, none of her friends were with her that night, she’d been there alone and they’d had to pull the story out of her later, she hadn’t wanted to talk about it. According to Ava she’d just wanted to ignore the whole ordeal and move on, so they didn’t have many details.

“If that’s the case, what makes you think that she isn’t in just as much pain as you are right now? Because Rick, Grace might have targeted you, but you weren’t the only one who had your life and soulmate manipulated the way you did.”

Rick groaned loudly and pushed up from the bus, slamming the soul of his boot back against the bus with the kick of a mule, not caring about how much it hurt with the vibration travelling up his leg, he’d be fine, he’d walk it off for a minute, and sit down and rest.

“Fuck stop it! I hear it enough from Vin about her being my soulmate Chris! I don’t need to hear it from you too.. I don’t want a soulmate, she isn’t my soulmate. I am tired, and it fucking hur-”

“Okay okay okay! I’m sorry!”

Chris pushed himself to stand up straight from leaning on the bus quickly, holding his hands out, seeing the angry tears starting to form in Ricky’s eyes at the rant spewing from his mouth. The older man hadn’t realised how much that Vinny had been talking to Rick about this, he probably should have. Vin was likely a bit hopeful for Rick to accept Talia, wanting to make Ava happy. Unfortunately, could also risk tearing it all apart at the same time if he wasn’t careful.

“You know..”

Sighing,

“Rick, okay, you don’t have to have a soulmate, no one does, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be friends. Maybe you should try that. Give her a chance. Hate her a little less..”

Pausing,

“Maybe try to hate yourself a little less while you're at it.”

Ricky stopped pacing along the side of the bus abruptly and his head sharply turned to look at Chris, those stormy blue eyes staring at him,

“I don’t-”

“Like hell you don’t. I know what you’re going through, remember? You hate Talia for, you hate Vinny, you hate Ava, for exposing Grace’s lies, for being happy, well, in the latter two cases maybe.. but most of all you hate yourself, because you know that none of them deserve that kind of hate and yet you can’t help it right now, it’s just sitting there. I spent years in fucking therapy man, I know.”

Rick’s jaw clenched as he thought about it, he didn’t like thinking about the thought that he hated Vin, and strangely Ava, and he.. He’d admit he didn’t even know Talia, but he sure as hell didn’t really want anything to do with her, even if he knew it was going to happen with Ava in Vinny’s life now. Sighing.

“So how much you gonna pay me for this session, this is gold.”

Snorting, Rick couldn’t help laughing slightly at Chris.

“Asshole.”

Still he looked at Chris with a slight smile before Ryan was leaning out of the door of the bus, letting them know they were ready to get going again.

#motionless in white #miw #ricky olson #ricky horror #ricky olson fanfiction #ricky olson x ofc #original female character #soulmates #vinny mauro #fanfiction #miw band #rick olson #ricky horror olson #soulmate au #soulmate #tattoos #ricky olson fanfic #vinny mauro fanfic #fic: every rose has its thorns

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The Scars Left Behind, With Time Event Summary

TL;DR: Saito suggests that MORE MORE JUMP! rent a property to conduct idol work out of. It's proven difficult to find a place within their budget that meets their conditions, however. They manage to find a suitable place; however, the landlord has a strict condition: they'll only rent to people with the will and means to achieve their dreams.

Soon after, Saito calls to notify them of a short-notice TV appearance opportunity. Though the appearance is the same day as their interview for the house, they decide to accept. On their way to learn more at the broadcast station, they encounter and old woman who had fallen. Minori offers to stay back and help her while the others go on ahead.

The shoot starts off very well. During the break, Minori goes to the restroom but overhears some audience members express disappointment that the influencer they wanted to see was replaced by MORE MORE JUMP!. Minori tries to not let it get to her. She immediately runs into the old lady from before, who can tell something's wrong. She tells Minori that though the idol industry can feel like it forces performers to plaster on a smile to spread hope, she doesn't have to bury her worries. Minori confides in the old lady, who helps her regain her confidence. Minori vows to do everything she can to spread hope to the audience she has today.

They go to resume shooting; however, 40 minutes in, they realize the camera hadn't been recording. Minori helps restructure and prepare a new segment to record instead. She also decides to get treats for the rest of the audience to enjoy both as a thank you for their patience and a source of interaction for the segment.

Though the filming had ended up being successful in the end, the extended time meant they had to miss their tenant screening interview. However, Saito calls to let them know the landlord agreed to reschedule, much to their surprise. The next day, they go to the house, only to learn the landlord is none other than the old lady. Impressed with the character of the four girls, she decides to let them rent the house.

Fan Translation (source: touyarn) / Song (JUMPIN' OVER) 2DMV / 3DMV

Chapter 1: MORE MORE JUMP! work with a property agent, Kawanishi, to find a base of operations for their idol work, More More House. Saito had recommended it to make practice, streaming, and meeting easier, and now that they've been getting consistent work, it's within their budget. Kawanishi suggested renting a residential house so they'd have access to amenities like a shower and kitchen. Minori fantasizes about a domestic life with Haruka. Minori wants to take the first place, but Airi points out the rent is too high for them. They go over some more options to hammer out conditions before concluding the initial meeting. Minori is excited over the prospect of having a house and a long future of idol work.

Chapter 2: The next week, the four tour some of the properties Kawanishi suggested along with the Virtual Singers (in hiding). However, none of the places matched what they needed. Kawanishi suggests visiting one more special property.

Chapter 3: The group arrive at the special house, a two-family home where the landlord lives on the first floor. They split up to explore. Minori and Miku check out the practice room. Though it's old and scarred, it's well-cared for. Miku points out how each scratch in the floor is a result of everyone who'd lived there before, meaning the place holds the feelings of countless people.

MORE MORE JUMP decide to rent the house. However, Kawanishi warns that the tenant screening process isn't conventional: the landlord is looking for "someone who wants to and can make their dreams come true". That's why the rent is so low for such a nice place. It's a strict requirement, even for them, so there's no guarantee they'd get it. They decide to go through anyways, holding onto hope.

Chapter 4: Though they're all a bit nervous about the screening interview, the Virtual Singers reassure them that the best they can do is speak honestly. Saito calls to ask if they'd be able to fill in for a TV broadcast guest. Though it's the same day of the tenant screening, they should have enough time to do both. Saito asks them to go to the station right away for a briefing.

Road construction delayed their travel, making them almost late. Just before running in, they encounter an old lady who fell on the street and injured her leg. Minori asks the others to go ahead while she helps her. The old lady had wanted to go watch a TV screening where they happened to be heading, so Minori offers to carry her on her back. The old lady thanks her, surprising Minori when she calls her by name.

Chapter 5: The four visit the Virtual Singers to explain the previous day's events in SEKAI. Airi tells them about their upcoming appearance, which will likely be their biggest yet. They have to come up with their own segment on top of all that and the interview, too.

The day of the recording comes. Airi and Minori compete in a fashion contest for another guest, impressing Haruka and Shizuku with their performance. During the break, Minori goes to use the restroom and talk to Miku, who'd been listening to the recording from her pocket. While they walk, however, Minori overhears some audience members discussing their disappointment over MORE MORE JUMP! being the guests instead of the originally slotted influencer. Minori isn't mad, though, since she knows how they feel.

Chapter 6: Minori also runs into the old lady from before. She'd come to watch a different recording that day. The old lady reveals she knows Minori because she'd watched her on TV before. She then asks if Minori's doing ok, since she had looked so sad. Minori denies it. The old lady tells her that though the entertainment industry makes you feel like you have to smile through the pain to spread hope, she doesn't have to hide her feelings from herself. Minori decides to confide in her about her worries of inadequacy. The old lady replies that it's out of her control; no matter who filled the gap, the reaction would have been the same. Minori resolves to put her all into the performance today so she can still deliver her "hope for tomorrow." She thanks the old lady and returns to the show.

The others notice the positive change in Minori and resolve to try even harder with her. After forty minutes of filming, however, it turns out the cameras never started recording

Chapter 7: Re-shooting the previous segment would prove incredibly difficult. Minori suggests trying to introduce souvenirs from the TV station since the travel ones were all used up in the failed segment. The producers decide to go with her idea.

While preparing, the four overhear the audience complain about the extended time. Minori decides to help out and get the souvenirs for the staff members, much to their surprise. The rest of MORE MORE JUMP decide to help out too. Minori also decides to get sweets for the audience as a thank you for waiting so long, and to get their own input for the segment. The others workers are touched by Minori's desire to help and ignore the boundary between "staff" and "performer". All the performers go hand out Minori's sweets, much to their delight.

Chapter 8: The reshoot was a great success! However, the extended time means they're almost certainly going to be late to their tenant screening if they stay to see their guests off. Still, Minori wants to stay. The others agree and stay, too. Meanwhile, the staff discuss how amazing MORE MORE JUMP! handled the situation. One offhand mentions a quote from a once famous idol: "An idol is always an idol, no matter the situation".

Outside, the old lady hangs up a call about someone being late. She hears some of the audience members from the show discuss how Minori and the others helped entertain them during the technical difficulties.

The four walk back, disappointed that they'd probably lost the house. Saito calls to let them know the landlord decided to reschedule their interview. The next day, MORE MORE JUMP! arrive at the house. They greet the landlord, only to learn she's none other than the old lady. Minori apologizes for having to cancel, but the old lady didn't mind. She wants to let them rent the house after all they'd done to help her and the audience, and because of her talk with Minori. Airi feels like she recognizes the landlord, but can't place from where. Minori's excited to have a place to become even closer and chase their dreams together.

#more more jump #request #jp only #hanasato minori #haruka kiritani #momoi airi #hinomori shizuku #mmj miku #all the vsingers show up but i only named miku #mmj saito #mmj landlord #mmj kawanashi #<- not sure if he'll ever show up again but. sure

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knock me out, take me down || katsuki b.

pairing: boxer!bakugou katsuki x reader

word count: 8.6k

mentions: modern au where bkg is an underground boxer, alcohol use, female bamf reader, aged up chars ofc, descriptions of fighting, suggestive at one part you’ll know it when you read it lol

a/n: this is a repost bc i'd deleted the og post one night when i was nitpicking it. i hadn't been too happy with the writing it was a moment of weakness. but! i've revised it and made some minor edits so here it is again! might do a part 2 if y'all want but idk

✧˖° and there you stood in the fighting ring, little civilian you, staring down the underground’s top boxer—an intimidating man by the name ‘dynamight’ with a glare that pierced right through you—as the crowd roared in excitement for the next match with him. your match.

Spending your Saturday night chasing after your near blackout-drunk friends was honestly not what you’d imagined you’d be doing.

At first you’d all planned to meet up at a nice restaurant-slash-bar in the heart of Musutafu for dinner and some catching up. It was relaxing after a hard week at work and seeing the familiar faces of your friends made everything feel significantly better. Lots of hugs and kisses were exchanged before you all split a few meals and went through a couple of the margaritas on the back of the menu to start the night off. You’d already promised yourself that you wouldn’t let yourself get too drunk, so you only had a few drinks to get a nice buzz going, though you couldn’t say the same for your friends. The plan was to then head over to a karaoke bar down the block for a few hours of off-key singing before turning in for the rather satisfying night.

Only, one of your friends had discovered that the restaurant had an unlimited shot option for birthday groups with a bill over a certain amount of yen. You’d already satisfied the yen requirement, so your friend had the bright idea to pretend it was her birthday just to get onto that deal. Admittedly, you already knew beforehand that both your friends could get pretty lackadaisical when it came to monitoring their alcohol consumption. You kept a close eye on them, but you couldn’t really find it in you to cut them off early when they looked like they were having so much fun. You knew they needed the stress relief and it was fun watching them giggle to themselves as they got increasingly drunker.

You didn’t really drink too much in comparison, knowing that you would have to be the responsible one for the night if you all wanted to get home in one piece. You limited yourself to a couple and then settled on slowly drinking a tall glass of cold water as your friends tossed back shot after shot. Eventually, though, after two drinking games and a small army of glasses crowding the table, you called for the bill and cut your friends off, amusedly watching as they slumped over the table and mumbled tiredly to each other.

You forced both of them to drink a few glasses of water and waited for them to get a bit sober before you decided it was time to leave. It was certainly a task getting them to stand up from the table and stumble out the restaurant door, but you managed. It was pretty dark outside, with it being so late in the evening, and the air was slightly chilly. You busied yourself with zipping up your friends’ jackets so they wouldn’t get too cold, smiling slightly when they mumbled drunken ‘I love you’s to you. You kept an eye on them as you pulled out your phone with the intention to call a cab—there was no way you’d be able to take them to the karaoke bar with how sloshed they were—when one of your friends suddenly let out a yell.

“What?! What is it?” you worriedly rushed out as you whipped your head around to look at her leaning heavily against the brick wall of the ice cream shop next to the restaurant. She was staring with wide eyes down at her phone, and you wondered how she was able to make anything out on the screen with how bright it was.

“Oh my god!!” she just shrieked. She looked around wildly until her eyes latched onto the street sign on the corner of the block. She squinted at it, then took a shaky step towards it that had you shuffling closer to her, just in case. “We gotta— We gotta go!!”

“Go where?” your other friend mumbled from their position sitting on the sidewalk. They were swaying back and forth slightly, and you eyed them to make sure they weren’t getting nauseous or anything. “‘M tired.”

“Wuh— The— The fuckin’”—your friend waved her phone around—“The fuckin’ guy, uh, Dyna— Dynamight guy. He’s fightin’ tonight!!”

“The who?” you asked confusedly, then raised your eyebrows when your other friend let out a loud gasp and promptly hoisted themself up from the concrete ground.

“T’night?!” they nearly yelled as well, stumbling around shakily on their feet before they latched onto your friend still holding her phone. They tried peering down at her phone, but only ended up squinting at it. “Where?!”

“T— Tuh— Two uhh, two blocks, umm that—no, um—that way”—she spun around in a little circle, then pointed an unsteady finger in a direction down the street—“We— we have t’go!!”

“We gots— we gotta go, right now,” your other friend eloquently agreed with a serious look on their face. You watched them both warily, lowering your own phone slightly. What the fuck were they talking about?

“Uh, guys,” you started, “I really think I should get you both hom—” But before you could finish your sentence, your friends immediately fucking bolted down the street, running as fast as their sailor’s legs would let them. You gaped at them for a split second and watched them yell at each other as they stumbled away from you. Then you ran after them, shouting at them to stop before they got seriously hurt.

They didn’t listen to you at all, using each other for balance as they made a few shaky turns and went down a few dark alleys. It wasn’t hard to catch up to them and keep pace, though it was certainly difficult to get them to listen to you.

“Guys, come on!” you said exasperatedly, blindly following them around until they stopped at some door at the side of a large building. Your friend knocked on it and shuffled around in her purse until she pulled out a few crumpled notes. You eyed the door when a slot opened in it and your friend shoved the money through. “What are we even doing here?”

“Y’never… y’never heard of Dyna— Dynamight?” your other friend asked you, slightly stumbling over their words still. When you shook your head, they gasped. “Never?! He’s a— he’s a box’r. Super… super strong.” They flexed their arms to demonstrate their point.

“And hot,” your friend added, then smiled widely when the door opened. She grabbed at your wrist and tugged you through the door with her, your other friend following close behind as you’d grabbed onto their wrist in return. “He’s the— the best underground fighter out there right… right now.” It was pretty dark inside, and you staggered after your friend who looked like she knew the area pretty well, despite her occasional stumble. She led the two of you down a hall, some stairs, and another hall. Already you could hear what sounded like loud yelling and chanting coming from a door a small distance away.

Your friend didn’t linger or hesitate at all, and before you knew what was happening, she had pushed the door open and dragged you into a rather large crowd in what looked like an underground arena. You could only blink in astonishment at the size of the place, fluorescent lights shining brightly from the ceiling that was such a large contrast from the darkness of the hallways you’d wandered through to get here. There was the smell of sweat in the air that came with such a large crowd jammed into a room and you wrinkled your nose a bit as you stared around curiously at the sea of people yelling and cheering.

Though, what really caught your attention was the giant boxing ring in the center of the arena that was elevated in the air. Or rather, it was the two men on top of it that did. One of them was a rather large man with a sharp, beak-like nose and brown hair, his chest bare as he threw powerful punch after punch. You were fascinated by the sheer size of his build, wondering how long it took him to get to that level of pure strength. You eyed the scowl on his face for a moment, then shifted your gaze to the other man.

He was a bit smaller than the guy he was fighting, though certainly just as strong-looking. Crimson eyes sharply focused on his opponent, ash-blond hair bouncing around as he swiftly ducked and weaved. He was definitely attractive, you could admit that, with a sharp jawline that looked like it could cut you with just the slightest touch and muscles that rippled along his shoulders and arms. You tried not to stare too hard at his bare torso, instead focusing on his hands that were wrapped with white bandages slightly stained in red. Your gaze lingered on the devilish smirk on his face, and you soon noticed that he was slowly cornering his opponent.

“Comin’ through!” your friend suddenly yelled as she pushed through people to get closer to the metal gate surrounding the ring. You were snapped away from your staring as you looked around at all the people she was shoving. “Move aside!!” You cringed and apologized hastily to the people around you, ducking your head down in slight embarrassment. Eventually, your friend managed to tug you both close enough to the gate that there were only a few rows of people separating you from it. You had to crane your neck a little to watch the match on it, though you found that you didn’t mind. All the loud yelling was getting a bit annoying though.

Your other friend leaned close to you, their body weight nearly sinking against your own. You could still smell the alcohol on their breath. “Thas him”—they pointed to the ash-blond—“Dynamight. The man.”

“Isn’t he dreamy,” your friend added, clasping her hands together. “He’s never… never lost a match.”

You let out a low whistle, your eyes drifting back to watch Dynamight. “He’s that good? Damn.”

Your friend nodded sagely. “Oh ye”—she turned to give you a surprisingly calculating look for her not-sober state—“though…. Though I think y’could take ‘im.” Her casual statement felt like a punch to the gut and you wheezed.

“Me?!” you choked out, then let out a pssht. “Girl, you know I’d get obliterated.” She only shrugged at you, though you gave her a look and gestured pointedly at the match. Dynamight was using the ropes along the perimeter of the ring to propel his body towards his opponent, delivering a devastating blow to the chest that sent the beak-nosed man crashing to the floor. It felt like the entire room had shaken from the impact. You gave her another look.

“I bee… I believe in ya,” your other friend said cheerfully, giving you a pat on the shoulder. You rolled your eyes at them, then turned back to look at the match. By now, a lot of people were starting to chant Dynamight’s name as he geared up for what seemed to be his final move.

“OOOH!!!” your friend squealed loudly, jumping around in her spot. “I love this part!!”

“Howit-zer!! Im-pact!!” your other friend cheered, and you noticed a lot of people were chanting it as well, a chorus that echoed around the stuffy room. You looked on curiously as Dynamight grinned in a way that sent a shiver scuttling down your spine. His opponent was trying to pick himself off the floor from the last blow, but Dynamight didn’t give him the time to recover. He launched himself at one of the large poles standing at the corners of the rectangular-shaped ring, using his momentum and his powerful legs to push himself off of it and up into the air. There was a moment where he seemed to nearly float above the ring, the lights from above casting his smirking face in shadows. The shouting got louder as Dynamight twisted in the air and promptly slammed down on the upper back of his opponent, sending him crashing back down to the floor, out cold.

“K.O!” the referee shouted as he blew his whistle. The arena practically erupted in loud cheers, enough that your ears rang slightly from the volume. Your friends whooped and jumped up and down, watching as Dynamight grinned sharply and threw a victorious fist in the air.

“Is that even legal?!” you shouted at your friends, wondering if that was a move that could be done in boxing. You didn’t think so, but well, it was an underground ring for a reason, you guessed.

“Who cares!!” they both shouted back, too wrapped up in the high that came after watching a match.

“Give it up for Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight everybody!!” a yellow-haired announcer yelled out gleefully through a wireless microphone as he clambered onto the ring to stand next to Dynamight. The crowd exploded in cheers again, and you watched as Dynamight ran a hand across his forehead and through his hair, his expression shifting into an impassive look. A few other people silently moved in the background to help get the unconscious beak-nosed man out of the arena and into medical care.

“Is that really his title?” you wheezed out quietly to your other friend, who gave a little giggle and nodded. What possessed him to think that was a good decision?

“Yeah, is'so lame,” they whispered. You bit back a smile and turned your attention back to the announcer once the cheering had died down once more.

“Another match finished in record time, eh? As expected for our Dynamight!” The announcer turned towards the ash-blond, a wide grin stretching across his face. “Anything you wanna say to your adoring fans, Mr. Murder God?”

Dynamight let out a scoff and leaned in closer to the microphone the announcer was holding up to his face. “I always win,” he rasped lowly, then moved back so he could cross his arms across his sweaty-looking chest. You tried not to stare too hard at his huge fucking pectorals. Seriously, what the hell kind of routine did he do to make them look like that?! You were kind of jealous.

“You sure do!” the announcer replied cheerfully. He turned to look out at the crowd, a mischievous look on his face as he pointed his thumb towards Dynamight. “I don’t think there’s anyone who can beat him. A shame, really.”

At that, a bunch of people started yelling out in the crowd. You looked around curiously as some of them—particularly the buffer-looking men—jeered that they could take Dynamight on, piece of cake. The announcer looked delighted at the responses and as for the ash-blond next to him… well…

“I could take ya fuckers down in my sleep!” Dynamight sneered back at the crowd, lifting one of his hands so he could give them a rude thumbs down. Your other friend snickered from beside you, and you turned to look at them questioningly.

“Whenev’r the matches for th’night finish early they… they always choose someone from the crowd to go up against hottie up there,” they explained to you and you let out an ohhh in understanding. “S’always entertaining, though they gotta— gotta sign a— a thingy. A uh, wustheword—”

“A waiver?” you supplied helpfully and they nodded rapidly.

“Yeah, that.”

“I’m guessing Dynamight always wins, huh?” you asked as you looked up at the ring to see Dynamight continuing to sneer down at the crowd. Your other friend gave you a “yep” and you both quieted down once the announcer started calling out to get everyone’s attention again. Though, once it’d gotten only slightly quieter, a loud voice started shouting out from next to you. A rather familiar, loud voice.

“AYO, my friend could take this bitch down easy-peasy!!” your friend yelled and you whipped your head so fast towards her that you swore your neck had cracked with the motion. She was waving her hands in the air and jumping up and down to get the announcer’s attention. To your horror, she succeeded and the announcer turned to look at her with a curious expression on his face. Your gut nearly bottomed out.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” you hissed out frantically as you grabbed her arm and forced her to stop moving so you could tug her out of view. She ignored you, and with strength that you hadn’t expected from her drunk ass, she pulled you towards her and used her free hand to point right at you. Your ears burned from the attention and you promptly shut your mouth once you noticed people were staring at the two of you. It was so quiet you could probably hear a pin drop—a feat in itself considering how large the room was.

“My friend!! Can take ‘im, anyday!!” your friend said with only a slight slur to her words. You tried to tug yourself out of her hold, but fuck, her grip was unrelenting. “I— I swear on it.”

“Yeah?” The announcer grinned and looked at Dynamight with a raised brow. Your gaze followed his and you nearly pissed yourself when you saw Dynamight’s crimson eyes were nailed right onto you. Oh fuck, this wasn’t good. It felt like he was roasting you alive with his stare. “Whaddya think dude? Think you can take her?”

Dynamight only scoffed and looked away from you. You were so fucked.

“Well, what’s your name, cutie?” the announcer asked, and it took you a moment to realize he was talking to you. Even if you wanted to answer him—which you didn’t—you couldn’t get your mouth to work at the moment. You felt like you were going to throw up and you didn’t even drink a lot earlier.

“I don’t—” you started in a strained voice only to have your friend cut you off to shout your name for you. You gave her a glare, your shoulders rising up to your ears as the announcer repeated your name and gestured out to the crowd wildly.

“What do we think, folks?!” he roared out and you could already hear people starting to shout and cheer again, the frenzy energy returning to the arena at the prospect of another fight. “Is this a match made in heaven?! Or hell?!!!”

“Hea-ven! Hea-ven! Hea-ven!” they chanted back and you felt the color drain from your face even as your friends eagerly shook you around and yelled your name excitedly in your ears.

“Let’s give it up for our new challenger everybody!! Get on up here girl!!!”

People started chanting your name, hands started pushing and tugging at you to get you closer to the gate. You tried to protest, but your voice was swallowed up in the crowd and you realized—with so many people expectantly looking at you—that there simply was no way for you to squirm your way out of this. You could feel the weight of their pressure fall onto your shoulders and you didn’t like it one bit.

“Hey there!” a voice suddenly caught your attention and you realized you were standing right by the metal gate. You looked up to see a pink-haired woman grinning at you from the other side of it. “Name’s Ashido Mina! I’mma need you to sign a few things before the match. Just jump right over”—she waved a manicured hand at the gate—“and follow me!”

You nodded stiffly at her and did as told, feeling like your movements were nearly robotic. You had half a mind to just book it to the exit, but you couldn’t—not with how crowded the arena was. And you were sure someone would stop you. It felt like there was a whole swarm of butterflies frenziedly moving around in your stomach. Was there anything you could do to get out of this? You glanced back at your friends, who had followed you to the gate and were clinging onto the metal bars on the opposite side as they grinned and gave you sloppy thumbs ups.

“You got this, girl!!” they both cheered, and the way they were fucking looking at you like you were the coolest person they’d ever met made you just want to crawl into a hole and wither away. Damn it.

You squared your shoulders and finally turned to follow Ashido around the ring. Only, it seemed like she had gotten impatient waiting for you to move, so she grabbed onto your arm and started tugging you in a direction. You stumbled slightly after her, not knowing what the fuck was going on as she started yapping rapidly into your ear. You could barely hear her over the cheering of the crowd.

“Oooh, this is so exciting!!” she nearly squealed. “It’s been ages since Dynamight has gone up against a pretty lady like yourself!!” Her words made something in your stomach sink in trepidation, and she looked at you with a large grin that was borderline mischievous.

“Ages?” You were ashamed to admit that your voice cracked on the word. You hoped she hadn’t noticed. You cleared your throat awkwardly.

“Yeah!! Normally it’s all those dumb buff guys who try to pick a fight, y’know?” She pointed a hand not-so-discreetly at some of the men who were close to the gate. They looked disappointed, though some were fixing you with sneers. You looked away, a frown tugging at your lips. It was so fucking obvious they thought you wouldn’t last a second in the ring and it kind of… made you a bit pissed. Were they underestimating you?

Ashido let out a pfft that drew your attention back to her, and you noticed she was rolling her eyes. “Ignore them. They’re all steroid junkies and it shows. They never learn no matter how many times Dynamight mops the floors with their asses.” She mumbled something about testosterone under her breath that got you to crack a small smile.

Ashido led you to a wooden bench near the opposite side of the ring that had a few bags piled on and around it. She shuffled around in one of them until she pulled out a manila folder and a glittery pen. She then handed them to you.

“Just sign these and you’re good to go!” she said cheerfully. You eyed the folder in your hands, then opened it to see a few leaves of paper.

“Is this really all I have to do?” you asked a bit faintly. You sat down heavily on an empty space on the bench and started pulling out the papers. They were waivers and medical documents detailing what would happen after the match in case you got severely hurt. You doubted it would get to that point, but it didn’t stop you from wondering if your insurance would cover it.

Ashido gave you a smirk. “This is an underground ring, babe, anything goes.”

“Uh huh,” you replied eloquently. You gripped the pen tightly in your hand as you stared down at the documents. God, were you really about to do this right now? Were you really about to let an entire arena pressure you into fighting their literal top fighter?? The one who looked like he could crush you between two of his fingers alone?! You swallowed heavily. It didn’t help that you thought he was attractive, too. If anything, it made you even more nervous.

“Hey”—a soft hand rested on your shoulder and you looked up to see Ashido giving you a sympathetic smile—“you know you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, right? We can always get someone else.”

You stared at her for a moment, biting on your bottom lip in thought. You weren’t obligated to fight this guy or anything. And yet… You knew there were just so many people who expected you to. You glanced back in the direction your friends were in and in doing so, your eyes caught onto the different expressions people in the crowd were wearing. Excited, encouraging, exhilarated…. But also arrogant, leering, and disbelieving. It made you tense your jaw and look back down at the papers before you started roughly penning in your signature in the required places.

“Thanks, but it’s okay,” you told Ashido as you scribbled away. You forced your nerves down, locking them up in a tight little box deep within yourself. “It’s just a spar anyways. Can’t be that bad.”

Ashido let out a little giggle that made you look up at her briefly. “You haven’t been here too often, have you?”

“Was it that obvious?” You gave her a weak smile. She smiled back and nodded.

“Yeah, haha, everyone here knows how these matches go by now. Don’t worry though”—she flapped a hand at you—“it’s not as extensive as his other matches since it’s with a civilian, so you’ll only be up there for like, two minutes and that’s it!”

“Cool”—you nodded and shoved the papers back in the folder so you could hand it back to her—“Do you think he’ll go easy on me?” You tried not to sound too hopeful.

“Pfft, no!” Ashido let out a loud laugh and gave you a pat on the head before taking the folder from you. “Dynamight doesn’t go easy on anybody. It shows how seriously he takes his matches, no matter who fights him.” She then leaned in closer to you, lowering her voice in a conspiring manner. “Though, you didn’t hear this from me, but he always starts his matches with a right hook.” She gave you a wink and leaned back so she could shove the folder back into the bag it came from.

“Good to know.” You gave her a smile—albeit a shaky one—and stood up from the bench. It seemed the motion had caught the attention of the announcer too, for he suddenly appeared at the edge of the ring, leaning against the rope as he peered down at you.

“Hey there cutie”—he gave you a little wink—“I’m Kaminari Denki, though you can call me anything you want~”

“Shut up Denki”—Ashido rolled her eyes—“This isn’t the time for your lame flirting.”

“Hey it’s not lame!” Kaminari protested, crossing his arms over the topmost rope. “It’s effective.”

Ashido turned to look at you with a raised eyebrow. You blinked at her then shook your head a little. “It’s not effective.”

She looked back at Denki and made a wide gesture. “See?”

“Whatever”—Kaminari pouted and waved a hand at you to grab your attention—“You ready to go? Mr. Murder God over there’s waiting for you.” He pointed a thumb over his shoulder, and you followed the direction to see Dynamight in the far right corner of the ring. The first thing you noticed were his crimson eyes—eyes that were trained sharply on you. It made you wonder just how long he’d been watching you for, assessing his next opponent. A rather buff-looking red-haired man was standing next to Dynamight in the ring, talking about something to him. Though, you didn’t think Dynamight was paying all too much attention with the way he was watching you. He was leaning against the pole sitting at the corner, one of his arms stretched over the ropes that extended from it as he drank from a black water bottle. There was a white towel around his neck that he also used to wipe some of the sweat from his face. Your jaw tensed slightly and you looked back at Kaminari.

“I guess so.” You looked down at your outfit. To say you hadn’t expected to be in a fighting match tonight was an understatement. You certainly hadn’t dressed for it. A nice blouse and a pair of jeans that made your legs look great decorated your person. You lifted your right leg up and kicked out a bit to test the leniency of your jeans. Well, it would definitely make moving around a bit tougher, but you could handle it. After all, you did just have to chase your drunk friends around. And you managed pretty well. “Wish I wasn’t dressed like this, though.”

“Eh, it’s fine”—Kaminari shrugged—“As long as you can move around, you’re good.”

Something tapped you on the shoulder and you turned around to see Ashido standing close to you with a roll of white bandages in her hands. “Let me wrap your hands up for you! Don’t want those pretty things to get messy, y’know?”

“Somehow I doubt they will.” You didn’t think you’d be able to land a single blow on Dynamight, honestly. Or maybe you were overestimating things. You sighed and held your right hand out to her. She made quick work out of wrapping it, moving from your wrist all the way to the first knuckles of your fingers. She neatly tucked the ends in and then did the same to your other hand. You admired her work. It made you feel kind of badass.

“Alright! You’re good to go!” She gave you a nod and a pat on the shoulder. You flexed your fingers a bit, then looked up and gave her a nod of your own accompanied by a small “thanks.”

“Hell yeah! Let’s get this show on the road!” Kaminari cheered. He bent down and extended a hand to help you climb up onto the ring. You grabbed it and allowed him to support most of your weight as you jumped up to sling a foot on top of the ring’s platform. It was pretty high up, so you scrambled for a bit until you managed to slide your body under the lowermost part of the roped perimeter. Kaminari helped you to your feet and you found yourself awkwardly shuffling around as the cheering of the crowd escalated in anticipation.

Oh boy, you thought to yourself as you looked around at the mix of eager and judgmental faces around you. This is really happening.

Kaminari called out your name and you looked over to see him gesturing to you to walk over to the center of the ring, where he and Dynamight were waiting. You noticed the red-haired man that’d been talking to Dynamight was making his way off of the platform. Though, before he ducked under the ropes, he caught your eye and gave you a bright grin with a thumbs up. It made you crack a small smile, though that didn’t last too long. You swallowed heavily and shuffled over until you were standing in front of Dynamight, separated by only a few feet of distance.

And man, was he intimidating.

Being so close to him allowed you to see just how much of a height difference there was between the two of you. His face was impassive and rather stoic as he stared down his nose at you and crossed his arms over his bare chest. Spiky ash-blond hair was ruffled over his face, and you wondered if the ends were sharp enough to poke your eye out. Not only was he aggravatingly taller than you, but he was also broader: the width of his shoulders alone were easily double your own. He was all coiled muscle and unreadable expressions and you’d never felt so fucking tiny before in your life.

“Right, you know the drill,” Kaminari spoke to the two of you without using his microphone. “Two minutes on the clock.” You glanced over at Dynamight to see he was wearing a fresh set of bandages around his hands instead of the stained ones he had on before. It was only slightly comforting. “You’re out if you get K.O.ed or tap out. And dude”—he looked over at Dynamight with an almost pleading look—“try not to mess up her face.”

“What the fuck is that supposed—“ you started indignantly as your eyes darted over to Kaminari, only to get abruptly cut off by a tch.

“No promises,” Dynamight scoffed, then cracked his neck in a swift motion that you blinked at. The deep rasp of his voice made a shiver scuttle down your spine. You tensed your jaw and clenched your hands into fists. You needed to focus now. There was no playing around here. You took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly to calm down the remnants of your nerves. You could do this.

Kaminari made a shooing motion with his hands that you realized was an indication for you and Dynamight to step a few feet farther from each other. Once you both got into your positions, a few meters away from each other, Kaminari switched on his microphone and started announcing the match.

“Aaaaalright folks! The final fight for the night! The moment you’ve all been waiting for!” he yelled out as he walked over to the edge of the ring. You bit at the inside of your cheek and relaxed your form, noticing that Dynamight had gotten into a fighting stance himself. “Our reigning champion Dynamight against this pretty lady over here! Who will be the victor?! Who will be the loser?! Place your bets everybody!”

If you listened close enough, you could almost hear your two friends loudly cheering for you. It made your lips twitch slightly.

Kaminari slipped through the ropes along the ring so that he could jump onto the floor, leaving you and Dynamight alone on the platform. “Two minutes are all they get! And we start in 3”—you bent your knees slightly—“2”—Dynamight’s eyes narrowed—“1! Start!”

Immediately, Dynamight lunged towards you with a powerful right hook, aiming directly for your face. You had just enough time to duck out of the way to the left, eyes wide with the adrenaline that suddenly pulsed through your brain and body. His eyes darted to the side to follow your motion before he swiftly changed directions and threw a harsh left jab. You dodged it again, your movements light. He was certainly fast, keeping you on your toes, but you were faster.

Part of you wished—as you ducked and weaved around blow after blow—that you’d watched more of his matches to get an idea of how he fought. You only had that snippet from the previous match to base your assumptions on. It was clear, though, that he had reflexes to match an Olympic athlete’s. You could tell he was putting his all into every single one of his hits—not only in terms of raw strength, but also in terms of how calculated he made them. Not one of them was out of place. He really wasn’t messing around. Perspiration beaded on your forehead at the thought of how much one of them would hurt if it came into contact with any part of your body.

You couldn’t tell how much time had gone by. You were stuck in this seemingly perpetual dance with Dynamight on the offensive and you on the defensive. You bent backwards into a flip to dodge another one of his uppercuts, then immediately slid to your right to avoid another fast jab from him. You had gotten into the groove of constant movement, since he was trying to catch you off guard after every one of your dodges. Your heart pounded loudly in your ears and the only thing you focused on was the man in front of you. Everything else, everyone else, blurred out into the background.

Dynamight snarled when you dodged another one of his lower attacks. It was obvious he was getting frustrated with the way you just kept moving swiftly out of the way. You were starting to read him a bit easier now that you’d both been fighting for a bit, though there were definitely instances where you dodged a move from him by the skin of your teeth. He glared and bared his teeth at you, the watermelon pink of his gums peeking from under his upper lip. If looks could kill, you would’ve been dead a long time ago.

“Y’can’t keep dodging forever!” he growled, throwing another punch at you before ducking low on the floor to sweep at your legs. “Fuckin’ fight me properly!” You simply bent backwards into a flip again, though a quick glance behind you let you know he was slowly cornering you by the ropes of the ring—just like he’d done with the last match. That was fine, you could deal with that.

“No thank you!” you replied breathlessly, heart palpitating as you crouched below a reverse punch and let your body slide to the left. Did he want you to throw your feeble punches at him? Well… you could if you really wanted. You suspected a match with hardly much retaliation on one end would get boring after a while. And honestly, not to toot your own horn or anything, but the match would pretty much be over if you did decide to go on the offensive. Well… maybe a little…

Toot toot!

But really, you couldn’t do that to the arena’s top fighter. You didn’t want to—especially considering what that would mean for you afterwards: additional attention, fame, and the possibility of his fans hating your guts for the rest of your life. Maybe you were overexaggerating, but you knew it wouldn’t be too far-fetched. That wasn’t what you wanted for your little life.

Though, if he really wanted you to do something, you supposed you could.

You waited for the opportune moment—though, considering he was getting more aggressive with his punches, it didn’t take that long—where he threw a strong forward jab at you. It wasn’t all too hard to twist your body to the right to avoid it, though this time instead of darting away, you reached out and tugged his wrist forward and down. His force and momentum should’ve been enough to cause him to fall flat on his face, but he only stumbled a few steps forward. It was enough. You took the chance to lunge towards his back in a football tackle, slamming your shoulder as hard as you could into him as you used your feet to push yourself off the floor.

Dynamight made an indignant sound as he went down. You felt the impact in your legs as you both crashed to the cool ground, and you found yourself scrambling into a sitting position on his back to hold him steady. His skin was a bit slippery from his sweat, and you were able to feel how hot he was temperature-wise with how close you were to him. You braced your right arm across his upper back to hold him down, and used your left hand to hold his head against the floor. His ash-blond hair was surprisingly soft nestled between your fingers—not at all able to poke your eyes out like you'd thought. You grunted as Dynamight struggled and bared his teeth at you as much as he could with his left cheek squished to the floor. Fuck, he was strong. It took everything you had to keep him on the ground, your legs squeezing around his torso.

All you had to do was hold him here until he tapped out, right?

“Give in,” you grunted out through gritted teeth. Your muscles strained to hold him still, sweat rolled down the back of your neck. His crimson eye that wasn’t smushed to the floor darted to look up at you, the pupil tiny and angry.

“Like hell!” he snarled, and before you could register what was happening, he relaxed his muscles and stopped struggling. You blinked in surprise, then let out a yelp when he abruptly twisted himself to the side and shoved you off his back. You toppled over clumsily and immediately started to roll away before he could trap you against the floor. You had a split second to look up and see him lunge for your figure, a furious scowl on his face. Just a split second to decide what you could do.

You rotated your body around, your back flat against the floor. And just as Dynamight was about to crush you under him, you quickly lifted your legs up and locked your thighs around his neck. You liked to think the move had caught him by surprise, but before you could relish in the expression on his face, you threw your legs to the side with all your might. You allowed your body to naturally follow the motion and lifted yourself up with the help of your arms until you found yourself sitting upright on top of Dynamight’s chest. His face was slowly turning red as you squeezed his head between your thighs.

Your chest heaved with air, your heart pounding in your ears as you stared down at him. His thick hands were trying to pry your thighs away from his neck, but you were unrelenting. You reached down to grasp his wrists between your significantly smaller hands and attempt to tug them away. He bared his teeth at you like he was a ferocious dog, nearly foaming at the mouth.

“Give in,” you heaved out again. You may have had the upper hand, but this asshole was insanely tough to keep in one place.

“Fuck you,” he strangled out. Your mouth twisted, a comment about how he was in no position to do that lingering on your tongue. But before you could get snarky with him, he let out a mix of a yell and a grunt and did a fucking sit up. You had no idea how he was able to do that while you were sitting on his chest, squeezing the shit out of his head, but it made you lose your balance. You fell backwards onto his legs, a choked sound escaping your lips. Your eyes snapped up to his face as he leaned forward to squish you—

“AAAAAND TIME!!!”

You promptly released him, unlocking your legs from around his neck as you pushed yourself into a backwards roll off his legs. You puffed out a deep breath of air and stood up, blinking as you finally registered the loud cheers and screams of the crowd around you. With how focused you’d been on the match, you’d almost forgotten you were in a boxing ring. You flinched slightly when someone wrapped an arm around your shoulders and tugged you close to them, only to relax when you realized it was Kaminari.

“Would ya look at that!!” he roared out through his microphone, shaking you around a bit. “We’ve got a tie!! Don’t judge people on their looks, folks! Been a while since someone was able to stand up against Mr. Murder God!!” He turned to look down at you, a wide grin on his face as he said your name. “Anything you wanna say in the aftermath of this riveting and oddly sexy match?!!”

You gulped, sweating nervously as the microphone was brought up to your mouth. You looked around at the frenzied crowd before your eyes eventually fell onto Dynamight’s scowling face. He’d picked himself off the ground, his arms crossed over his chest as he glared daggers at you. His face and ears were so red they reminded you of ripe apples. You held eye contact with him, leaning down slightly to speak into the microphone.

“I always win,” you said calmly and the crowd practically erupted in screams again. Dynamight scowled deeper, his teeth grating together. You only gave him a smirk in response.

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The moments after the match were, honestly, not what you’d been expecting. As soon as you jumped down from the ring’s platform, you were ambushed by Ashido and that red-haired man you’d seen earlier.

“Holy shit, girl!!” she yelled and shook you by the shoulders. “That was so hot!!! Where did you learn to move like that?! You evaded like, all his attacks!!!”

You gave her a grin and lifted your hands up to hold onto her wrists. “I did gymnastics and stuff a lot. Ever since I was a kid.”

“You were really cool up there!!” the red-haired man agreed brightly. You turned to look at him as he stuck a hand out at you. He was incredibly tall and broad-shouldered with dazzling white teeth that shined brighter than the sun. You felt even smaller standing in front of him than you did while you were sparring with Dynamight. “I’m Kirishima Eijirou, by the way, Dynamight’s best friend and trainer!”

“Nice to meet you,” you told him pleasantly as you shook his hand. It nearly engulfed your own. Ashido let go of you and clasped her hands together as she wiggled around.

“He’s gonna be so pissed that he didn’t win this one,” she said gleefully. Her lips curled into a wicked grin. “He wins everything, y’know? Getting a tie’s gonna hurt his ego so much, I’d be wary if I were you!”

“Wary?” You cocked your head to the side in confusion. “Why?”

“He’s gonna want to fight you again,” Kirishima snickered, “Won’t be able to deal with the loss.”

“But it was a tie,” you pointed out. “Technically not a loss.”

“It is to him”—Ashido rolled her eyes then seemed to notice something behind you—“Oh! Speak of the devil!”

You had but a moment’s notice before something strong gripped your shoulder and spun you around. You blinked and found yourself staring at a bare chest before you moved your gaze up to look at Dynamight’s snarling face. He had a white towel around his neck that he’d probably used to wipe the sweat off his face if its dryness was any indication.

“Yes?” you asked him to fill the tense air he’d caused to settle around you both. He let out a small growl then lifted his hand from your shoulder to poke it at you.

“You, me,” he gritted out through clenched teeth, “rematch. Right now.”

You only stared at him. Before you could say something, however, someone else joined your little group.

“Hey hey heeey, man, chill out!” Kaminari slid next to you. His microphone was gone and you took the small distraction to glance around the arena. The crowd was being ushered out by people in dark security uniforms. It made you wonder where your friends were. You should probably get back to them soon. “You just had a match, save it for later!”

“No,” Dynamight spat out, his gaze not moving from your own at all. You noticed his ears were still pretty red. “We’re goin’ again.”

“Dude,” Kirishima sighed, “c’mon, it’s been a long night.”

“Yeah! Not everyone’s got the energy like you do!” Ashido butted in, her hands on her hips as she raised her eyebrows at the boxer. He only let out an irate tch.

“I don’t fuckin’ care—”

“While I would love to stay back and fight again,” you interrupted loudly, “I do have to take care of my friends.” You paused for a second then added on, “My drunk friends. I can’t leave them alone.”

“See?” Kirishima gestured pointedly at you then reached a large hand out to clap against Dynamight’s shoulder. He roughly shrugged it off and Kirishima raised his hands in surrender. “Save it for another time, bro.”

Dynamight glared at Kirishima for a hot second then scoffed loudly, seeming to relent. “Whatever.” He stormed off to one of the benches and started shuffling around in what you assumed was his bag. You watched him, tracing your eyes along the muscles that made up his upper back, before you were roughly tugged back to reality when something slammed into your side and latched onto your arm. Two somethings.

“What the—” you managed to yelp out, stumbling slightly as your head snapped around to see your two friends clinging onto you eagerly, dopey smiles on their faces.

“I told you!!” your friend shouted in your ear as she shook your arm. She looked so proud, drunkenly holding onto you. “I— I told you you could take ‘im!!!”

“Where did you guys come from?? Did you hop the gate??” you asked confusedly. You were promptly ignored, not that you minded.

“That— That was so cool you were soo cool!!” your other friend blabbered as they leaned heavily against your side. You only shook your head, smiling slightly at them.

“Thanks, but I should really get you both home.” You let out a sigh and allowed them to lean against you and chatter away. Now that the match was over, you were starting to feel pretty tired. It didn’t help that you felt really gross, your jeans and blouse sticking uncomfortably to your warm skin.

“Want help?” Kirishima offered. “My car’s parked down the block.”

You hesitated. While you were thankful for the offer, you were still wary about piling into the car of a man you met literally five minutes ago. Stranger danger, and all that. You weren’t stupid, even if he did seem nice.

“Thanks, but I think I’ll just call an Uber,” you declined him politely. You hoped he would understand your reluctance, and it seemed like he did, for he didn’t seem offended in the slightest.

“If you say so.” He shrugged and stuck his hands into his pockets. You suppressed a relieved sigh.

“I could also offer y’all a ride,” Kaminari added in, giving you a wink when you turned your head to look at him, unimpressed.

“Bitch you came with me!!” Ashido slapped him on the back of his head, a scolding look on her face. Kaminari looked at her as he rubbed the back of his head. “You ain’t slick!!”

“Worth a shot.” Kaminari bowed his head and pouted at the floor. You cracked a smile. This was so strange.

“Well,” you started lightly, nudging at your friends to get them to ease up on their crushing grips, “I should head out—” Before you could even finish your sentence, however, Dynamight stomped his way back over to you and shoved something in your face. You blinked and looked up at him, the way he was pointedly avoiding your gaze. A flush was still around his neck and ears. It was kind of cute, not that you’d tell him that.

“Take it!” he impatiently shouted at you as he waved his hand under your nose. You raised an eyebrow, not noticing when Kirishima and Ashido exchanged sly looks.

“Oh, uh, okay.” You pried your arm loose from your friend and grabbed whatever Dynamight had been holding. Your two friends leaned closer to peek at it as well. It was a slip of paper with a name and phone number on it. Bakugou Katsuki, huh? It was fitting. You glanced up to look at him. “What’s this for…?”

He sneered at you, and you noticed he had shoved on a black tank top that fitted his torso quite nicely. “We’re havin’ that fuckin’ rematch, no excuses. Text me your availability.”

“Pfft”—Kaminari snorted into his elbow—“It’s like you’re setting up an appointment— OW!” He’d gotten punched on the upper arm by Dynamight. “Okay, okay, I’ll shut up, jeez.”

“You’d better,” Dynamight snarled at Kaminari, then turned back to look at you. “If y’don’t text me I swear to fuck I’ll hunt you down.” Was that a threat or a promise?

“It’s not that serious, luv,” Ashido muttered not-so-quietly behind her hand. You shook your head and smiled.

“No, no, it’s okay,” you said as you read over the slip of paper again. “I’m down for another match. It’ll be fun.” Your eyes flicked back up to Dynamight, fixing him with a stare that had the tips of his ears darkening further. You smirked and followed the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed, then moved to hold eye contact with him again. “It’s a date then, Bakugou.”

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3 - Memaw's Car

Part 4

It's About Time

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Raising up the slingshot in my hands I drew the rubber band back with my right hand and held the other part in my left one. Firing it off the rock that was on the band launched off and hit an old tv we were throwing rocks at in. “Dang. It's your turn.”

“Don’t worry I’ll break it.” Georgie takes the weapon from my hand and drew it backwards, firing off the second shot where it hit the screen on one of the corners but it still didn’t break it.

Eyeing the old tv in the alleyway I knew if we wanted to break it or blow it up we were gonna need something stronger. “I think I saw some matches in the garage. I’ll be back.”

“Okay.” He said watching me run around the corner of the alley back to his house.

Rummaging around in some of the boxers in the garage the backdoor peaked open where I heard Missy’s voice. “Y/n, what are you doing?”

“Hey Missy, I’m looking for some matches. Your brother and I are going to blow up a tv.” I spun on my feet seeing the nine year old girl holding her Cabbage-patch doll.

Her eyes twinkled. “Woah. Can I come watch?”

“Not this time. Just in case something goes wrong.” I said to her digging around a box finding the small box waving bye to her. Coming back to the alleyway Georgie takes one of the matches and strict it on the ground.

He held the light match smiling brightly at me before he threw it on the tv and we ran like hell. “This is gonna be fun.”

“Woah ah!” I screamed landing on the ground with Georgie lifting his head up seeing the tv bits on fire. “I can’t believe it worked.”

Georgie ran a hand through his hair seeing some house lights come on and we heard one of our neighbors hollering. “What the hell is going on out there!”

“Let’s go before Brenda Sparks sends the chickens after us.” I told him scrambling to my feet and we ran back to the Cooper house coming in through the front door seeing his Memaw on the phone and the twins waiting to hear what she had to say.

“What's goin' on?” Georgie came up beside me.

Sheldon responded. “Dad's in the hospital.”

“What?” Georgie gasped. “Why's Dad in the hospital?”

Memaw held up her hands trying to calm him down. “He's gonna be fine. He had chest pains. He's gonna be fine.”

“What are we doin'? Why aren't we going to the hospital?” Georgie looked from me to his family members beginning to get mad.

Memaw eyed her oldest grandson. “Nobody's goin' nowhere. We're just gonna stay calm, have a nice dinner, and wait for your mama to call and tell us what's what.”

“I'm not hungry.” Georgie stomped off to his room slamming his bedroom door behind him.

I slumped my shoulders chasing after him, knocking on his bedroom door softly and he opened the door where I walked inside and shut it behind me. “Georgie, can I come in…hey he’s going to be okay.”

“I want to go see him, Y/n.” He began sliding his shoes back on and changed his tea shirt.

Sitting down on his bed I bounced watching him get changed. “Georgie, your Memaw is right that we should wait until we hear something.”

“I don’t want to sit around and wait. I won't sleep through the night.” He grumbled running his fingers through his curly locks.

Sitting in silence on his bed I debated on agreeing with his grandmother but he made a good point. “Fine, let's go see your father.” Getting to my feet we exited his bedroom instantly.

Georgie and I creeped down the hallway to the twins shared bedroom where he creaked the door open seeing they were both awake. “I'm goin' to see Dad. You guys want to come?”

“How? Meemaw said we have to stay here.” Sheldon asked with Missy already climbing out of her bed covers.

Georgie asked his brother with a groan. “You want to go or not?”

The four of us snuck outside noticing Connie passed out in a lawn chair snoring like a bear. Georgie slowly took her keys from her pocket coming over to us when Sheldon asked. “What are you doing?”

“I'm driving to the hospital. You can come with me or stay here up to you.” He said looking between the twins.

Missy answered. “I'm comin'.”

“Me too.”

Georgie eyed his brother. “Sheldon?”

“You're 14. You don't know how to drive.” He explained.

Georgie sent him a simple glare. “I drove a tractor at 4-H camp. It's the same thing.”

“But you sat on the farmer's lap.” Sheldon said uneasy.

“Then stay here. Come on, Missy, Y/n.” Georgie walked to the elderly woman’s car. He got in the driver’s seat and me in the passenger side. Missy reached over the console from the backseat turning on the radio. “What are you doin’?”

“Travelin' music.” She simply replied.

The back door of the car was opened where we all turned our heads seeing Sheldon wearing pillows and a football helmet. “Ugh. I'm coming with you.”

“Why are you wearin' my helmet?” Georgie questioned.

Sheldon groaned in the backseat. “I don't expect this to end well.”

“And the pillows?” Georgie made a face.

Sheldon grunted finally setting. “Same answer.”

“Turn it off. I've got to concentrate.” Georgie told her.

“Aw.” Missy whines as I buckled my seatbelt and we were off towards the hospital.

Sheldon begged. “Please drive slowly.”

“Relax. I know what I'm doin'.” Georgie clicked his seatbelt buckle on turning the steering wheel and we drove away from the house. We had gone off into the grass twice, almost ran through a stop sign and hit multiple trash cans.

I began feeling worried that we were going to get lost or end up in an accident. “Georgie, are you sure you know how to get to the hospital?”

“Yeah. It's right across the street from the Dairy Queen.” He answered peaking his head over the wheel as best as he could.

Sheldon chimed in. “Which Dairy Queen?”

“What are you talkin' about?” Georgie asked confused.

He told him. “There's two.”

Missy started saying from the backseat. “You're gonna hit it!”

“Which is the one Mom takes us to?” Georgie asked, looking around for the restaurant anywhere.

“You're gonna hit it!” Missy warned him and sure enough he hit a fourth set of cans.

Gripping the seatbelt in my hands Georgie hit the brakes throwing us almost all through the windshield causing me to whip my head around snapping off at my best friend. “Georgie let me drive now.”

“Y/n, I’ve got this.” He attempted to talk his way out of this.

I glared at him with him sitting on the side of the road seeing an ambulance fly past us. “No you don’t. I’m sorry to say it but you don’t.”

“You’re supposed to be on my side.” Georgie raised his voice.

Throwing my hands up in the air I kicked the floorboard. “George Jr give me the car keys now. That’s an ambulance and our best action is to follow it!”

“Ooh, you're in trouble now!” Missy smiled brightly at him seeing me undoing my seatbelt coming around to his side of the car. Flinging his door open and snatching the keys so he had no choice but to let me drive. He switched places and we finally made it to the hospital.

We came running into the lobby of the hospital seeing their mom and Connie before their mom went to check on their dad. Connie held out her hand. “Georgie. Give me my damn keys.”

“I have’em actually, Connie.” Reaching into my pocket I dropped them to her hand.

She asked the four of us. “How did I beat you here?”

“We kept hitting garbage cans.” Missy answered her question.

Connie covered her face with her hands. “Oh, God.”

“I need to wash my hands. There are germs here that can kill you.” Sheldon got up to his feet.

His memaw grabbed his arm. “Hold up. Now, y'all like it when your meemaw babysits. Poker, candy, firecrackers.”

“Yes.” The kids said and I nodded in agreement.

“Well, if your mother ever finds out what you did tonight, that is never gonna happen again.” She warns us.

Sheldon gasped. “I can't lie to my mother.”

Connie glared at him. “Sure you can.”

“Sheldon, remember what Georgie taught you about lying and remember I know what scares you.” I warned him with my arms over my chest with me pointing two fingers at him. He never said anything and we only ever talked about it when we were much older.

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Winter 2024 Anime Roundup

Anime of the Season – The Apothecary Diaries

I’ve been hearing about this series since Raven of the Inner Palace aired a while back, and the fans spoke so highly of it that I was dubious of anything living up to the expectations they’d set. Luckily for me, they weren’t exaggerating one bit, and the anime adaptation delivered a story that had me itching to watch the next installment as soon as the episode ended each week.

The story opens with Maomao getting abducted and sent to work in the imperial palace, where she intends to keep her head down and just quietly do her work in the inner palace, only to find a little matter involving poison she can’t resist poking her nose into, leading a powerful young man in the palace to take notice of her. Throughout the story, her desire to mind her business and not get tied up in palace affairs wars with her absolutely insatiable curiosity wherever drugs or poisons are involved, and it leads her in and out of a series of mysteries involving the residents of the palace, changing the course of her life. It was an absolute treat to watch her and Jinshi dance around each other, as Maomao wants nothing to do with the beautiful man all the women fawn over, and he finds her lack of interest in him irresistible, and seeing the way all the seemingly unrelated mysteries built towards a larger conspiracy was immensely satisfying. When you combine all this with an equally colorful supporting cast, a gorgeous color palette, excellent background art, and solid animation, you get the sort of anime you feel lucky to get to watch. 9/10

First Runner-Up – Brave Bang Bravern!

Equal parts sincere and farcical, this series takes all the tropes and homoeroticism of mecha anime and dials them to eleven. It boasts some of the best 3D mecha animation I’ve seen, a star-studded voice cast, and a story with the perfect mix of comedy and action. If you’ve ever clapped your hands and cheered for an over the top robot fight, this is the show for you. 9/10

Second Runner-Up – Frieren: Beyond Journey’s End

The entire series is beautifully drawn and animated, with a perfect soundtrack and voice cast to match, and it takes a fantastic, heartfelt story about valuing the connections you make with others and elevates it to another level. A poorly paced exam arc in the second half that takes the focus off the main trio dampened my enjoyment somewhat, but it easily would’ve been my anime of the season in most seasons. 8/10

The Dangers in My Heart S2 – Kyotarou and Anna keep getting closer and closer over the course of this season, and the way they timed the emotional high of each episode to the soundtrack and the title card has me ready to swoon the moment I see the word “karte” written in white on a black screen. A nicely produced romance about a middle school boy and girl pushing each other to be their best selves that I’m really glad I watched. 8/10

Kingdom S5 – Xin and his Fei Xin force are under the command of the ruthless general Huan Yi in this arc, and they rediscover how merciless and inhumane war is as they fight a battle in Zhao territory as part of Qin’s effort to unify China. Xin’s voice actor completely knocks it out of the park here, delivering several emotional speeches with the perfect amount of gravitas. 8/10

7th Time Loop: The Villainess Enjoys a Carefree Life Married to Her Worst Enemy! – I knew when the female lead leapt off a balcony in front of the male lead after being jilted by her fiancé and he immediately fell in love with her that I was in for a good time, and it never let me down. Rishe’s constant scheming that drew on things she learned in her six previous lives, and Prince Arnold’s mix of bewilderment and affection for his unpredictable fiancée, made this one of the best fantasy romance series in years. 8/10

Mr. Villain’s Day Off – The premise of a general in the evil organization fighting the rangers for control of Earth strictly avoiding work on his day off sounds like the setup for a sit-com, but the story it actually settles in to tell is one that quietly highlights the beauty and comfort found in the ephemeral moments of daily life. A relaxing slice of life series that was the perfect capstone to my Sunday evenings this season. 7/10

A Sign of Affection – I have some nitpicks about some adaptation decisions in the anime that made the female lead appear less disabled than she is in the manga, but, on the whole, this was a lovely shoujo romance about a group of young adults doing their best to forge their own path in the world, with some nice production values. 7/10

Cherry Magic! Thirty Years of Virginity Can Make You a Wizard?! – If you can look past the wild title and premise, and you don’t mind some inconsistent character models or animation, there’s a nice workplace romance in here centered on a group of grown men talking things out and supporting each other as they navigate their messy feelings. (It’s not as funny as the manga is, though.) 7/10

Sengoku Youko – It took me a few episodes to warm up to this historical set fantasy adventure, but once the story got going, with a solid mix of strong character development and the occasional emotional punch to the gut, I was all in. The character designs are unique and expressive, the action is nicely choreographed and animated, and the voice actors really put their backs into some of the more intense moments. 7/10

Undead Unluck – The pacing was a bit of a problem, with some incredibly long recap segments in episodes in the second half, but the chemistry between the two leads – a man who can’t die and a young woman who causes life threatening bad luck to anyone who touches her – made this action series about fighting to stop the apocalypse a really fun time. 7/10

The Witch and the Beast – If you’re like me, and you go weak in the knees for a chain smoking man with bedroom eyes in a long coat, and a messy woman who might get you both arrested when you go out drinking, then this supernatural themed noir is the show for you. Production values are inconsistent over its run, but the writing and voice acting are solid throughout. 7/10

The Wrong Way to Use Healing Magic – A boy getting isekaied by accident when his classmates are summoned to be heroes in another world could easily have been the start of yet another story about an aggrieved loner making it big as an overpowered hero in a fantasy world, but it thankfully subverted expectations and delivered an isekai adventure with a bit of heart and a cast of likeable characters. 7/10

The Foolish Angel Dances with the Devil – What appeared to be a gimmicky battle of wits love comedy in the beginning turned into a solid forbidden romance between a demon and an angel with genuinely good chemistry between them. The two leads were easy to root for as they caught feelings for each other while fighting their way through the ridiculous situations they kept landing in. 7/10

The Demon Prince of Momochi House – This is a neither good nor bad anime about a teenage girl inheriting an old house in the woods that serves as a gateway between reality and the spiritual world, and moving in with the mysterious teenage boy and his ayakashi attendants who protect it. The characters are likeable, and the romance is pleasantly cheesy like an otome game, but the rushed pace of the relationship development and the quickly resolved yokai cases just feel like they adapted more manga than the runtime supported. 6/10

Villainess Level 99: I May Be the Hidden Boss but I’m Not the Demon Lord – Deadpan, autistic-coded Yumiella is a ton of fun as the OP main character in this otome isekai, and she and her love interest make a great couple, but the level grinding wasn’t exciting enough, and the jokes weren’t funny enough to overcome the poor visuals. 6/10

Bucchigiri?! – Hiroko Utsumi directing an original anime mixing old school delinquents with Aladdin and the Lamp sounded like it could be a rollicking fun romp in the style of her previous original, Sk8, but pacing issues led to a repetitive first half, the main character was deeply unlikable, and the rushed ending felt unsatisfying. The art and animation were generally quite good, with some great fight scenes, but the writing needed to be better. 6/10

Solo Leveling – The series is very well produced, with exciting action scenes set to a lively soundtrack, but any time I started to relax and enjoy some nicely animated fights, the main character would come out with some eye-rolling, angsty teen speech about the strong preying on the weak, and it just wasn’t for me. 6/10

Shangri-La Frontier – There’s little to criticize in the production of this VR MMO themed action series. The voice actors gave great performances, the monster fights are well animated, and the art has a distinctive feel to it. Unfortunately, the story just never really grabbed me, the stalker girl really annoyed me whenever she appeared, and the extras at the beginning and end of most episodes felt like padding. 6/10

My Instant Death Ability is So Overpowered, No One in This Other World Stands a Chance Against Me! – An unusual teenage boy with the ability to instantly kill anyone by just thinking about it gets sent to another world with a bus full of his classmates, and the ensuing adventure kept me entertained the whole time, but I can’t quite call it good. The manzai comedy dynamic between the male and female lead was a fair bit of fun as they traveled across the land, poking fun at common isekai tropes. 6/10

Blue Exorcist: Shimane Illuminati Saga – I remember really enjoying the first two seasons of this series, and I still love the characters, but this season just never clicked right for me. The opening arc felt rushed through, and the main arc had a cartoonish buffoon of a villain that completely undercut the horror of the story. It wasn’t a chore to watch or anything, but it could have been better. 6/10

Metallic Rouge – Like many others, I had high hopes for this original sci-fi series Bones put out as an anniversary project, but despite the generally solid visuals, the poor writing drags the whole show down, making this one of the biggest disappointments of the season. The incoherent plot fails to come to a point, the dialog is a terrible mix of forced quirkiness and tedious monologuing, and the characters are largely one-note and undeveloped. 6/10

Sasaki and Peeps – The hour-long premiere episode suggested this story about a middle aged salaryman who discovers his new pet bird is a reincarnated wizard from another world might be a fun take on the isekai genre, but the end product felt more like someone playing with their dolls than crafting a coherent story. It continually introduced new characters and new tropes all the way through to the last minute without tying anything together. 5/10

The Fire Hunter S2 – On the one hand, I appreciate how different it is from other series, with unusual character designs and an imaginative fantasy story that isn’t an amalgamation of light novel conventions. On the other hand, though, the production is incredibly rough, and the plot got increasingly hard to follow, making this a bit of a slog by the end. 5/10

Fluffy Paradise – I was basically on board in the first half to two-thirds of the series, when it seemed like a harmless little reincarnation isekai about a girl collecting animal and monster friends, but it completely lost me when it broke out the reservation camps and dead bodies in the last arc. Just a poorly written show that misunderstood its appeal. 5/10

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Swipe! - Part 2

Loki x Fem!Reader

Part 1

A/N: The wait was a bit longer than I expected. Here Part 2 of the dating app shenanigans and the POV of the reader. There will be one more part where they finally have to confront each other.

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With a loud bang, Wanda’s door crashed into the wall as it swung open, diverting her concentration, and letting her plummet from the air onto her mattress – her books following her ascent swiftly as they scattered around her.

“Wanda.” You huffed out of breath. It looked like you had run up the entire flight of stairs to her room – your hair tussled as you gasped for air.

“If Vision can learn how to use the door, I'm sure you're able to knock before entering, too,” Wanda muttered annoyed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“I need your help.” Your breathy words made her ears prick up. Her head turned towards you, inspecting the screen of your phone closely, which you held in her direction.

“Is that?” she asked in disbelief. You immediately nodded as your answer.

“What should I do??” you asked panicked.

“Swipe?” she chuckled. With narrow eyes, you returned her gaze and shook your head slowly.

“What?” she asked bewildered, “Usually that’s what you do on dating apps.”

“I can’t just swipe right.” you protested, “I don’t even know if it’s really him.”

“Then let me see.” Wanda rolled her eyes, letting your phone slip from your hands, hovering over to her.

"Tall, dark and handsome?” she read aloud from Loki’s profile as she critically side-eyed you.

“I didn't write that.” you defended aghast.

“But he did… and you like him,” she remarked amusedly.

“He usually isn't like that when he's with me.” you shrugged while you sat next to Wanda on her bed.

“If you say so…” she chuckled as she continued to look through his profile, “Isn’t that a pic you took of him?”

“Could be.” you mused.

“It even says that he’s within a mile… seems pretty legit to me,” Wanda concluded.

“And now?” you stared at her with big eyes.

“As I stated before… you swipe.” she gave back your phone, “If you like him right, if not left.”

“Thanks for nothing.” you huffed, “I know how it works but I hoped you would help me decide what the best thing to do would be.”

“Do you like him?” Wanda deadpanned.

“You know exactly how I feel about him,” you mumbled reserved.

“But I’m asking you, do you like him more than a platonic friend?”

“Yes…” you whispered.

“And would you like to extend your relationship with him?”

“It would be nice.”

“Then stop thinking about it and swipe!” Wanda growled exasperated, “I see how you two look at each other! Now make a fucking move and stop gushing from afar!”

"But wouldn’t it be awkward?”

“More awkward than watching you two dance around each other?” Wanda teased, "Listen. If he swipes left, he'll never even know that you swiped right. But if he swiped right, it's a match made in heaven! And if my theory is right, and I’m always right, he’ll definitely swipe right!"

"But what if he really swiped right… what should I do then?"

"Wait 'til he makes a move.” Wanda bumped her shoulder into yours with a cheeky smile.

“Hm… you convinced me. I just hope I’m not screwing it up.” you nervously chewed on your lip as your finger hovered over your screen.

“Y/N, sometimes you must take risks. Look at it this way, no matter how it’ll turn out it’s a win. He swiped right and you finally get together? Perfect! He didn’t because he only sees you as a friend? Great! Now you can finally move on and find your happily ever after with your real soulmate.”

“I know you’re right but it’s still… hard.” You whined.

“That’s life.” Wanda sighed, hugging you from the side, “But I promise, no matter how it’ll go, I’m right here.”

You gulped and nodded to her. You took another big breath and gathered all your courage and swiped. It was silent for a moment when all of a sudden, your phone vibrated and chimed.

“I know that sound.” Wand bit her lower lip.

“It’s a match.” You stared down at your screen with wide eyes, “What now?!”

“Text him. See if he replies.” Wanda urged.

“How about this? ‘Hey, handsome. What a nice surprise to meet you here. Care to meet up for a drink?'" you read out your text.

“Cheeky, I like it.” Wanda grinned, “And now we wait.”

The weekend went by quickly, yet no answer from Loki had arrived. Any time your phone chimed, you hectically unlocked it just to be let down. You began to doubt your decision of swiping left. Or maybe your text had scared Loki off.

“I don’t believe he ghosted you on purpose.” Wanda tried to console you as you laid face down on her bed once again.

“And why would he act like nothing happened whenever we see each other?” you whined into a pillow.

“Maybe he’s just overwhelmed? Or he’s shyer than he’d like to admit?”

“Or he accidentally swiped right and now he doesn’t know how to reject me without tearing my heart into shreds.”

“Stop that!” Wanda swatted your arm, “He definitely did not swipe on accident. You know Loki better than me and you know he’s a very precise and careful man. He would never raise your expectations if he didn’t feel the same way.”

“But what happened then?” you turned your head to the side to look at Wanda.

“Maybe he hasn’t seen your text yet.” She shrugged, “Or he deleted the app before you swiped because he got too nervous.”

“Loki and nervous?” you raised your eye.

“You can’t tell me that Loki isn’t just as nervous as you are right now.” she scolded you with a stern look, “Else you two would be together already.

“If you say so.” you huffed.

“Give it time, Y/N.” Wanda consoled you, “Maybe he’s already planning a great gesture to admit to his feeling face to face.” Your eyes lit up with that thought. You sat up cross-legged as you mused.

“You’re probably right.” you nodded thoughtfully, “Maybe he’s just waiting for the right moment.”

“That’s the right mindset!” Wanda cheered, “And now get up and give him the chance to get to just the right moment.” Wanda shooed you out of her bed.

“I’m not going to disappoint you.” you beamed, already making plans in your head.

Part 3

#loki #loki x reader #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki fic #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #loki drabble #loki oneshot #loki laufeyson #loki friggason #loki odinson

[liseytopia]

HI LISEY

I think you owe me a fic so this is just your reminder 😋

Anyway, could you pls do Gabbi Broussard x Fem!Reader hcs where reader gets asked out to prom by Gabbi

Doesn’t have to be that long I just love her oml 🤞🏻

TY BB

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HEY RY!! I kno it's been a minute since this request but I finally started working on it for you <33 this one was fun to write, tysm!! xoxo

summary: your girlfriend, gabbi, greets you with an unexpected message after school. you meet her where she planned, behind the school, when she leads you to the nearby garden. little did you know she was asking you to prom.

pairing: gabbi broussard x fem!reader

contents: fluff

warnings: cursing

an: i'm well aware i got in a little too much detail.. it may not be what you wanted but i enjoy nit-picking the small things in writing!! also see if you can find the little easter eggs i hid inside the writing~

wc: 1.1k

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𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧.

- 𝘨𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘥

it was obvious gabbi loved you just as much as you loved her, maybe even more. she's always showed her ways of loving you, whether it was hugs from behind or little kisses on your neck, or oftentimes a small gift she'd brought you from a shop nearby. this one day was especially meaningful, however.

it was early may and the weather outside was warm and silky. breathing the air felt like taking a nice shower after a long day and washing away all the dirt and unwanted essence; it was refreshing, rather. you wanted nothing more than to bask in the perfect environment around you forever.

your day at school had just finished and you had then gotten done chatting with your friend group in the halls about your day. after waving them goodbye and blowing a kiss, you walked for the exit. suddenly your phone buzzed in your hand. you check the notification on your lock screen. it was your girlfriend, gabbi. the message read 'meet me at the back of the school, 7:00.' a smile crept its way onto your cheeks and you turned your phone off, walking to your car and thinking about the message.

the car door slammed shut as your footsteps traced to your front door. you reached for your keys and fumbled them around in your hand while trying to unlock the door. once you got it, you wasted no time to walk straight to your bedroom and get ready for whatever event gabbi was preparing for you.

your backpack landed on the soft carpet of your bedroom floor with a thud. you had homework but didn't care to do any of it, considering you were the kind of girl to never turn down an invite, especially from the girl you love, gabbi. you sat yourself down at your pretty little vanity and got to work, fixing up the mess of makeup on your face that had previously been ruined by school air.

after a bit of re-curling your lashes and applying more mascara, you fixed the other tiny details and checked the clock. it was around 4:00 when you arrived back at home and it was 5:12 right now. you raised yourself off your seat and walked over to the closet door, sliding it open. your hands maneuvered around, sorting between your section of dresses. you decided on a strapless, sunset-orange dress that stretched long, down to your ankles. it was silky and had a slit by your left leg, topped with a tiny bit of lace trim around the edges. you completed the outfit with your preferable basic white sneakers, of which were your only desirable option since you weren't fond of heels at all. you also wore gold hoop earrings and a matching necklace with a butterfly on it that gabbi had given to you as a gift for your six month anniversary. you had on a few pearly gold rings and had your hair relaxed down with a white, silky bow that clipped into the back of your hair.

you glanced over at the clock once more, the time reading 6:30. you reached for your phone & purse, applied one more layer of lip gloss before tossing the tube into your bag, and happily strolled out the door and into your car. it was a necessary routine every time you entered your car to put on your music. you put on one of your playlists, the center console screen scrolling the title of the song, betty by taylor swift. you hummed along to the rhythm as your hands turned the steering wheel of your car and you stopped at the lights.

you parked your car into a space that wasn't much of a distance to the back of the school. you followed the path that went back around to the outdoor seats, eyes scanning the area in sights of your girlfriend. on the ledge of the fountain you found a little piece of paper that had your name on it. you gently picked it up and unfolded it. "hint: go to the garden" was visibly written in gabbi's handwriting. you giggled at the scavenger hunt and tucked the now unfolded paper into your purse.

standing at the edge of the trail, your eyes widened when you saw the sight of the garden. the trees were thick and covering beautifully over a path that went down and split into two, one end going to a flower garden and the other going to the school's fruit & veggie garden. there were small shrubs and flowers lining the trail. that was a usual appearance for the garden, but what made you shocked was the candles going down the flower garden path and the orange roses scattered along the way. you smiled warmly. orange was your favorite color. the thought that gabbi remembered the smallest things about you brought light into your life.

as curiosity continued to strike, you walked slowly along the trail, splitting off the side with the candles. the ongoing feeling of butterflies in your stomach sent you into bliss. gabbi would be happy to know how excited you get at the thought of her face. you slowly pushed open the wooden gate to the flower garden, looking around. you stepped carefully through the daisies and rounded the corner, meeting eyes with your girlfriend.

you giggled. gabbi seemed to be hiding something behind her back. she walked closer to you. "hey, beautiful. you're definitely more dressed up than i am," she said in a sweet voice, winking at you. looking up at her you ask, "what's the important occasion?" gabbi hesitated for a moment. she brushed a stray strand of hair out of your face. the look in her eyes was pure and loving, different from her usual chill demeanor. she started to talk, failing to hide a smile from appearing on her face.

"will you.. go to prom with me?" gabbi held up a board with the same words on it, covered from top to bottom in pearly white paint and your favorite color orange glitter. it wasn't any messy little sign-- it was beautiful and had so much detail to it. you felt tears nip at the corners of your eyes and a wide grin spread across your face. you nodded. "yes, baby. of course. how could i ever say no to you?"

moments later you two were kissing lovingly. the board was discarded elsewhere on the ground and gabbi was pressed back against the fence with her hands on your hips, rubbing the dress softly. you had your hands cupping her face and stroking her cheeks with your thumbs. between breaths you were giggling, causing her to imitate your actions. it wasn't that the moment was funny, it was just the fact you never would have thought gabbi loved you this much. and she did. and she always will, until her last breath.

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ʚ © this subject is copyright to liseytopia. : do not copy, translate, or steal my writing. ɞ

#: lisey's responds! #gabbi broussard #do revenge #gabbi broussard x reader

[industriallyinsecure]

Loved and Safe

In which Prosciutto gently prods you with a stick and says “damn bitch you live like this?”

Fem pronouns in this one sorry

Small note: Prosciutto calls his grandfather “tatte” (tah-tay). I don’t think that’s a real thing anywhere in Italy, but I think it’s cute so don’t @ me

Tw: depressive episodes, self loathing, etc.

Prosciutto had seen many a mess in his life, especially when he lived with some of the messiest men in the world. But seeing his girlfriend’s apartment almost sent him into shock. He didn’t say anything, though. He just swallowed his disgust and went to find her.

She was where he expected her to be, curled up in a bundle on her bed, her eyes and nose peeking out. Some show was on her television, he didn’t really know what it was, but it was loud and a bit annoying. As he approached her like a frightened animal, he noticed she wasn’t even watching the show. A smaller screen, he believed belonged to her little game console, was in her blanketed lap, slight movements under the covers matching the movement of the character on the screen. He picked up the remote and paused the show, her eyes flicking up at him.

“I was watching that,” she mumbled from behind her coating of blankets. Prosciutto sighed, sitting in the small hollowed out spot between her body and the edge of the bed.

He let out a sigh, “clearly you weren’t. You didn’t notice me come in.” He didn’t need to see the other half of her face to know she was frowning at him. “Why are you holed up in here anyway?”

Prosciutto knew very well why she was holed up in her bedroom, he just wanted to hear it from her. That way he could gauge how to handle her. What he really wanted to do was put her in a nice outfit and treat her to a fancy dinner, but what he wanted and what she needed were two different things. Money was also tight, but that didn’t matter.

The lump of blankets shrugged, “I dunno. Today’s just not my day. I feel pretty crappy.” She paused, looking up at him with her perfect eyes, “mentally, not physically.”

Ah, the one area he wasn’t equipped to deal with. He had learned that the hard way, after many many failed attempts of using his usual tough love to try and pull her out of her rut. He had only succeeded in digging a bigger hole instead. But he had come a long way since then.

Gently, he picked her head up, despite her groans of protest, and shifted so it would rest comfortably in his lap. He carefully peeled away a layer of blanket to free up the face he adored seeing. She crinkled her nose at him, her pout almost disappearing like she had forgotten to pretend to be mad at him. He just smiled down at her, cupping the side of her face with his cold hand.

“Your hands are cold,” she mumbled, leaning into his touch. Prosciutto hummed indifferently.

The next hour or so passed slowly. He spent most of the time browsing shows to watch while gently petting her face and pinching her ears. She slowly emerged from the blankets to embrace him, snuggling up to him to rest her head on his chest.

“Nice to see you out of your cocoon, little butterfly,” he murmured to her, rubbing her shoulder with his thumb. He could feel the dam start to break as her shivering hands gripped the lapels of his suit. Prosciutto looked down into her eyes that sparkled with tears. He cupped her soft cheek, “You know I love you, right? There was never any question of that.”

She nodded, choking on whatever words were in her throat. It was best to not prod her for answers; she would just blubber more, and he didn’t want her to feel pressured. If she wanted to talk about it, she would. As much as he wanted to pick her brain and sort through whatever thoughts plagued her, he knew better. It would just lead to self isolation and close her off from him again, and he’d be damned to undo all of his hard work.

He didn’t know what it was like to live with chronic illness, and he didn’t exactly want to find out. It was hard enough watching the one he loved the most go through horrible lows and have no idea what to do and how to help. Pesci’s attitude was similar yet completely different, and he knew very well she didn’t respond to his tough love the same way Pesci did.

“I’m sorry.”

She nuzzled closer to him, warm tears dripping onto his chest.

“You don’t have anything to apologize for,” he chided gently, “this isn’t something you can control.”

He had asked Risotto for advice about what to do once. But his Capo wasn’t any help. His advice was to just stand by and support her passively, and while it was perfectly sound advice it didn’t sit well with Prosciutto. He didn’t like being a sitting duck at the mercy of the waves, he liked to be in complete control. In a moment of weakness he had even asked Melone for advice but received the same answer, just be there for her when she needs it. It made him want to throw up. He hated being helpless.

“I love you, Prosciutto.”

“I love you, too, my darling.”

He peppered soft kisses on the top of her head.

“I got snot all over you,” she whimpered, gently wiping the puddle of snot and tears off his chest. He didn’t even notice it was there until she wiped it away.

“Just like my Nonna used to say, ‘a little bit of snot doesn’t matter when you’re caring for the one you love.’ Though I could do without it.”

She sniffled up at him, “Did she really say that?”

Prosciutto chuckled and squeezed her tight, “No, it was more along the lines of ‘a little bit of shit doesn’t matter when you have to put food on the table.’ Nonna and Tatte were farmers.”

“Mh.”

“Nonna would’ve loved you, you know?” He hummed, “she always liked the pathetic ones.”

She laughed through a sniffle, “Is that why you were her favorite?”

“Mh hmm. I was her perfectly pathetic little Francesco.”

That made her giggle harder, making him smile in turn.

“Why don’t you try to get some rest, my love? I promise I’ll be here when you wake up.”

She considered it for a moment, gazing up at him with her beautiful eyes before burrowing back into his chest. As soon as she made herself comfortable, Prosciutto locked her into a warm hug. Her sniffles slowly died down into slow, even breaths. He smiled down at her, pressing one final kiss to her forehead before deciding to doze off with her safe in his arms.

#prosciutto x reader #prosciutto #jjba golden wind #self indulgent #comfort #anxiety tw #tw depression #wrote this to stave off my depression #it helped a bit ngl

[worldcatlas]

VOY: Caretaker (Part 1)

Just like its predecessor, Deep Space Nine, Voyager opens with an expository text crawl explaining the current galactic situation. We learn about the Maquis – a plucky, non-Federation rebel group fighting the Cardassian occupation – then jump right into a heated space battle!

Fire! Raise shields! And somebody turn off that damned smoke machine!

As one would expect from a ragtag group of resourceful underdogs, the Maquis wear mismatched outfits made for trouble; we’re introduced to Chakotay and B’Elanna, both sporting rolled-up sleeves and tough leather vests.

Forearms mean business.

Tuvok is here too, although we don’t get a good look at his outfit from any of the angles in this scene. Chakotay makes up for it, however, by giving us a bit of a catwalk look at his duds: the patterned shirt is lovely, and probably meant to evoke his Native American heritage.

Actually, this may be the least problematic reference to his “heritage.”

Next, we’re taken to a sunny, verdant New Zealand penal colony, where Captain Janeway is busy picking out a boy toy. Unsurprisingly, we’re working with the same Starfleet uniforms currently in use on DS9, with a coloured section on the shoulders indicating department, and a grey turtleneck with rank pips underneath.

Get used to it – Voyager won’t be receiving wardrobe updates for about the next seven years.

Janeway finds the man she’s looking for – the boyishly handsome Nick Locarno Tom Paris – and hands him a “get out of jail free” card in the form of an invitation to join her crew. Tom considers her offer, weighing the excitement of adventure against having to give up his stylish prison coverall; the garment is concrete grey, with subtle shade differences across the chest and shoulders, not unlike a Starfleet uniform. I appreciate the asymmetry of the dark grey extending down the left sleeve, but not the right. The flap closure at the front is a little bit sexy, too, and along with the rolled-up sleeves, gives a “greasemonkey” vibe we’ll come to see a lot of from Tom.

The ankle monitor makes a nice accessory, too.

Meanwhile, Voyager is docked at Deep Space Nine, and we cut to a character we all know and love: Quark! …In the process of ripping off young Harry Kim. Although Quark’s ensemble technically belongs to another show, I still have to award it “best outfit” for the episode. The matching teal hues in the pants, shirt, and jacket is a beautiful bit of coordination, and it’s obvious the costume department has had a few seasons to perfect the character design. It’s not unusual for a Ferengi to dress so lavishly, but Harry should probably take it as a warning sign that he’s about to be ripped off. 

I’m sure he’ll be fine.

Up on the ship, Janeway has a chat with her fiancé Mark, who’s sporting a handsome wool-looking jacket in a dark mustard colour. Mark only gets about six lines and thirty seconds of screen time, so his outfit has to really pull its weight here building a character: handsome but approachable, smart but unpretentious, still shops at GAP in his 50s.

Sensible. I meant sensible.

There are no new costumes for a while as we meet the ship and crew, but we do get a few nice close-ups of Janeway’s lovely, elaborate updo – a more complicated style than the “bun of steel” she’ll wear in coming episodes.

Ignore the wig glue. It’s just… space sweat.

I suspect the stylist wanted all those extra swirlies in there because, once the action begins and our crew gets roughed up a bit, Action-Tousled Janeway looks amazing.

Slay, girl.

Harry and Tom go to sickbay, which is going to be full of patients very soon, and is also on fire. It’s hard to get a good look, but Harry puts on a cool Starfleet-issue oven mitt with metallic fabric to extinguish the fire.

Was that hole always there?

The least visible costume prop of all time.

In all the commotion, the crew realizes they’ve been zooped across the galaxy – 75,000 lightyears from home. But just when you thought we’d be stuck on a spaceship with one set of clothes for the next seventy years, we’re zooped again… to a southern country farm?! It looks exactly like Earth, and what looks like a perfectly human grandma comes out with cookies and lemonade to greet Janeway and co.

Floral fabric, ivory cameo, plate of cookies… yep, that’s a grandma.

She’s not alone, and soon the farm is full of completely “normal” “humans” having a good time, dancing and playing music. It’s literally the friendliest alien welcome party in history, but the Voyager crew are spooked. Moreover, they seem confused by the folksy straw hats and denim overalls.

Highly suspicious flannel.

With one exception: Tom Paris has quickly made friends with one of the illusory farm girls, a young woman in a cute printed dress with a belt, mary janes, and bright white ankle socks.

First contact: cottagecore edition.

However, Paris’ new friend gets a bit upset when they turn down her extremely tempting offers of a “real private” root cellar, a duck pond, and deviled eggs, and suddenly the farm folk aren’t so welcoming. The crew is zooped back to the ship – mostly. Harry Kim is missing.

Get outta here! And take your synthetic fabrics with you!

Discovering a similar absence on the Maquis ship – B’Elanna is also missing – the two crews decide to work together to track down their people.

As they discuss plans, we finally get a good look at Tuvok’s Maquis disguise: he wears a cropped, open jacket made from a textured brown-green fabric, with sleeves in a lovely deep blue. The trim between the different fabrics is subtly shiny, giving the impression of leather straps. More importantly though, he wears an orange shirt underneath that appears to be stained at the collar – is that greenish hue Vulcan blood??

What happened to you in the Maquis, Tuvok?!

The episode isn’t out of costumes for us yet, though, and it’s a hard pivot from the dirty, worn-in clothes of the Maquis – as the viewpoint switches to that of our missing crewmembers, we find them in white clothing that resembles hospital gowns, albeit with an awkward strap closure that goes all the way around the back.

You know that strap has come undone and dipped in the toilet at LEAST once.

We also get our first look at the Ocampa, who at the moment are also clad in white, gauzy outfits. Unlike the “patients,” they wear strange fruit-netting-ish infinity scarves around their neck and head.

Keeps their melon safe.

The mesh fabric looks like it might be some kind of protective gear, but no, as we explore more of the compound, we see the truth: Ocampans just don’t know how to wear a scarf.

So close…

#star trek #st voyager #ocampa

[gotchi-blog]

Tamagotchi Pix review!

Yes, finally! Not only did I get the model I wanted for over a year, but also I've finished taking care of the first generation and discovering all the functions. That's why I've decided to make this review post, where I explain what I like and dislike about it.

General score: 9/10

Design

I really like the shell design. At first, I was a bit disappointed with the simple faceplates (I still think they could've gone with something more complex), but now I see that this design matches the rest well.

I got the Nature shell and I must admit, this might be my favourite one. They all look nice, but there is something special to me about green Tamas. The thick plastic of the faceplate gives a bit of depth to the pattern and the gradient is nice. I also love the eggshell-shaped cap used for taking photos. Top 10 designs - super cute. I slightly miss the old Tamagotchi logo (the connection one), but here the simple font matches the rest better than the Connection one would.

The touch buttons look very nice. I got the second wave Pix, which means improved reactivity. I don't have problems with the buttons at all. However, my fingers are quite small, and I'm used to being precise (I work with electronics.) I'm not sure if this is the best design for children - I have no idea if it's possible to break the buttons by pressing on them too hard. Generally, I love the change. The buttons are fast and I have no issues with the swiping motion, another cool feature.

The screen is set quite shallow in the shell, so there might be problems with it getting easily scratched.

The most characteristic element of the Pix model is the ability to take photos. At the same time, it's probably the most questionable one to me.

2. Unique mechanics

The camera works fast, however the colour recognition (needed for cooking) is pretty poor. It has problems especially with warm colours. Its favourite shade to see is grey lol. That might be annoying when you're trying to cook, aka make new food from the colours you collect from the photos. Also, you can use colours to make new items and furniture - this is an amazing feature and I'm all for being able to customise my stuff.

Activating the toy by clicking the top shell is super cool, however there is one problem - it makes travelling with Pix quite difficult. I see many possibilities for the toy to get damaged. Also, the top shell might be accidentally pressed while in the pocket/bag - then the touch buttons will pick up on even slight presses. I was travelling with my Pix on the very day I activated it, and let me tell you what - you need to be careful with it. I highly recommend getting some sort of cover for it, either silicone or knitted one.

The swiping motion on the touch buttons is used quite a lot. In my version, there are no problems with the sensitivity, however I see how troublesome it can be in the first wave, where the buttons didn't function that well.

The last feature worth mentioning is the QR code system. It allows you to download additional food, accessories, wallpapers and furniture. It's a quick and amazing system. Mr. Blinky made a whole website where you can find all the stuff you want. Make sure to give it a try!

3. Characters and growth cycle

The QR codes are also used for connection with other Tamas. To be fair, Pix is a self-sufficient toy. You don't need two of them to have fun and connect - the QR codes can be photographed and posted online, so everyone can meet your pet. I love this feature - it allows you to briefly meet people from all of around the world. My pet once played with a Tama from Italy!

I like the characters available. There are quite a lot of them. I think that the new characters are sweet. Pix introduced Weeptchi (in Japan he was introduced in Smart) and gave a global debut to Himetchi (she was available on iD L 15th anniversary edition in Japan.) There are a few others, and they all look sweet.

An interesting thing is that with every next generation, you can obtain one of 3 eggs (blue, pink and green.) The evolution of your character is dependent on it - Pix brings back the "families", grouping characters by their personalities. Blue is Smart, pink is Charming and green is Creative. In my first generation, I got a green egg (it's based on the quiz you answer at the beginning, while setting your name etc.) However, the egg colour is not the final decisive variable in your pet's development. Despite having a Creative egg, I ended up with Mametchi, a Smart character. It's probably because I would give him the Science Project item many times.

Pix has an additional life stage connected to jobs. Each character can obtain one of 3 jobs. They can train for them as adults, in a special room. The room you get is dependent on how you raise your character - how you play with it, how much you explore the world using the camera and how much you cook. I like this idea, though I slightly miss the regular secret characters from the older models. It's a feature that's always been present in Tamagotchi and I hope it will make a comeback soon. Jobs are cute and personalised, the games are fun and give you Gotchi Points as well.

My biggest problem with the growth cycle is how fast it is. I have this problem with all new models - I wish the stages lasted longer than only one day. To me, it's not enough to enjoy the younger characters, which I often like a lot.

4. Games

There are a lot of games on Pix. And I love it. The previous models were disappointing due to very few games, even though they certainly would be able to support more. I think that Bandai took note from complaints about slightly boring gameplay and decided to make a model, with which you can't get bored. There is always something to do. Some games give you Gotchi Points, some simply raise the Friendship Meter.

The arcade games change every day. It's cool, like a fresh breeze. But worry not, the choice isn't enormous (since many other games are either in the room or the jobs), so your favourite themed games will be back soon.

5. Aesthetics

Pix looks cool on the outside, but the real beauty in on the screen. This model introduced the new, super-smooth animations. The character moves on the screen so smoothly, that sometimes it might be hard to take good photos lol.

The colours are vivid, the rooms are super detailed and there are many wallpapers to choose from (and download.) You can put 2 pieces of furniture in the room as well. This simple customisation adds a lot to the aesthetics.

You can give your Tama accessories, some of which you can colour yourself.

There is a garden. Every 3 days, I believe, you can obtain fruit from the tree there. You just need to go outside at least once a day to water it.

From time to time, some characters will come to visit your pet. However, I haven't encountered the annoying animations from Meets (they were one of my least elements of that model.) The walking animations are quick and can be easily skipped, the same goes for dialogues.

6. Battery life

The first wave Pix had a big problem with poor battery life. The second wave improved it greatly - I've been running my Pix for a while on pretty cheap batteries and it's still doing well.

My honest recommendation is investing in AAA rechargeable batteries. They last longer and are environmental-friendly. And they will save you up a lot of money.

7. Conclusion

All in all, I'm loving Pix and I recommend it to everyone, no matter if you're an old collector or if it's your first contact with the Tamagotchi franchise. It's a great gift for someone you want to introduce to the world of Tamagotchi. However, I highly recommend getting the second wave Pix due to the improved buttons and battery life.

#tamagotchi #virtual pet #tamagotchi pix #tamablr #tmgc #toys #original #review #tamagotchi review

[normal-thoughts-official]

This feels like the mortifying of being known, except I'm still mostly unknown, but desperate times (replaying ilitw) require desperate measures, ajsjsjdhjs I'm Identity Thief Anon (and Chilenon but I already told you that i think)

Anyways I NEED more thoughts on ilitw (if you can, if you already got too tired of it obviously you dont need to answer or anything)

I JUST REALIZED IN THE "INTRO" OF EACH CHAPTER MR RED MAKES THE SCREEN DARK WITH HIS "HAND" I CAN'T BELIEVE I DIDN'T CAUGHT IT BEFORE !!

Also I think there are plotholes about Ava ? But maybe not, pls tell me if you have any idea of her timeline being friends or friend-ish with the group, because she didn't know or didn't remember mr red but she was in the woods a few times? Idk maybe I got confused

And what do you think of Lucas's mom, like we barely get info on her but do you have any thoughts? (I still think the teacher was a jerk and Im glad the snake bite him ajsjs)

Also I do have the choices app hacked now (not sure if I told you or not before sorry) and I need to know

Do you get all the weapons / info / pet companies when you play?

Because when I first played I did but now I'm not sure if I want Everything-Everything because I want a bit more of pressure ? Like to feel even more concern for everyone, but also it feels like a waste not getting everything and I do want all the info so maybe not just all the weapons ? Idk, so I was wondering how did you played

And I was curiously if you ever ended up playing Perfect Match?

Okay, that's everything I think, sorry if this is like creepy or anything (?)

♡♡♡

Also Andy is still the funniest guy

[ID: Andy from ILITW smiling and saying, "Yeah, I know. I don't mind that you're Asian, either". End ID]

You had NOT told me that you're chilenon, although you did tell me that chilenon and identity thief anon were the same person. Hello! It's nice to see you. I've missed you a lot, I even thought of turning anon back on for you but unfortunately people are unbearable and turning off anon improved my mental health and general tumblr experience SO much

It's been a hot sec since I last replayed ILITW but from what I remember Ava does remember Mr Red? She even tells Stacy "you know damn well he wasn't imaginary" when she calls Mr Red their imaginary friend.

As for Lucas' mom... Now that's an interesting question. Again it's been a hot second, but I did rewatch the scene where MC finds out about Lucas' pills on youtube, which I'm pretty sure is the only scene where he talks about it in depth, and I think she has the potential to be pretty interesting

Like... The whole "she came to the US as a kid, was poor, worked 3 jobs, built herself from the ground up" story sounds pretty fucking traumatic to me, and I think it'd be interesting if that was the root of her.............. shortcomings as a mother

Lucas says that his parents "can't hide how disappointed they are" in him, but I'm not gonna take that at face value because we never see them interact except for a one-sided phone conversation. I'm not saying he's lying or making shit up or exaggerating to be clear, I just don't think Lucas is in the best place to evaluate his worth and the perception other people have of him right now. We know what anxiety is like, you assume everything means people are judging you, and you are actively turning whatever you see into proof of that

Not that she didn't push him very hard. She obviously did and it was traumatic as fuck and just, what the fuck, lady. I just think he may be misinterpreting her reasons for it. His mom had to suffer a lot to be able to survive, nevermind thrive, especially considering that she was a brown immigrant woman in the US. And I think she's kind of scared that she could lose what she built at any time, because it still feels so precarious, like if she ever took a break from all her stuff she'd be back to square 1. And I think she knows that, as a brown queer kid, Lucas will have to work twice as hard to get half the recognition, and I think that prospect scares her

Which is why I think that she pushes him so hard - because she wholeheartedly believes that he needs to if he's ever going to "make it". Unsure what "make it" means to her, but the truth is that in her experience she only had two things: horrifying poverty and back-breakingly hard work. So... I think that, in her head, if Lucas is not killing himself studying, he's gonna end up like she was at the beginning. And with him being a brown man there are other worries associated with that, like racial profiling with the police and etc (not that non-men don't have to worry about that, it's just more common among them)

In short, I think this might be coming from a genuine place of love and caring and just... Unprocessed trauma leading her to think this is the only way to make sure her son has a good life. And I think she could be a very interesting character to explore in that sense. Just... Pushing herself so hard because she feels like she's in a constant race against poverty, always looking behind her back, never truly believing that she can keep the good things she's earned

With that being said... Girl, go to therapy. She's rich as shit now so she can afford it. You're ruining a perfectly good Lucas. Look at him, he's got a pill addiction

In short, Lucas deserves better, but I like to believe that this is coming from a place of genuine love and care for him, especially because I think that's more interesting than just pushing him super hard for no reason. #Lucas'MomGoToTherapy2023

As for the weapons and info... The first time I played, yeah, because I wanted to have all the information possible, you know? Like I wanted to enjoy everything there is to enjoy about the story. But when choices matter I do always make a playthrough later where I make the same choices but without any diamond ones, just to see if I would still get a good result. I'm competitive :p and then if it doesn't matter I just get the ones I really want to or am curious to do. Like I'm not gonna go on the Connor dates cuz I don't give a fuck. But if I want to do something I see no reason not to, unless it's to test myself

I'd say just do what you want, tbh. There's no reason to feel like you "should" get everything, and it's fun to have a bit more pressure as you said. It's kind of sad that Choices keeps making diamond choices have a massive impact on the characters' wellbeing because it's frustrating both from the side where you don't use them (cuz you know... fuck you) and on the side where you DO (because I want to date Lucas but I also want to feel like I EARNED my good ending).

And I did end up playing Perfect Match! I can't believe I hadn't mentioned that to you before. I really liked it. Polyamory rights. Sloane is the best. I had fun daiuhsaiudhaiudash

And it's not creepy, I'm happy to have you <3

(And yes, Andy is perfect. But I'm biased)

#I replied on the same day this time!!! are you proud of me #ask #confused inalltheways human #long post #playchoices #it lives #ilitw