#also the way she uses punctuation is so fucking weird i always get such weird or negative vibes from her when we text
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The girl I like isn't messaging me back >:(
#alinelovelace#delete later#im trying so hard not to double text her bc im tired of having to double text 85% of the time in order to get a reply#also the way she uses punctuation is so fucking weird i always get such weird or negative vibes from her when we text#me: do you wanna go out for an early dinner Wednesday?#(which would mark our first actual 'date')#her: sure#me: okay no need to sound so excited!!#idk its just those types of indicators and emojis are there for a reason? so the vibes dont get confused?#i never know what her tone is and she always knows what mine is#unfair
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Why Blaze is MyStreet's Most Failed Character
Blame the big bang discord for this post, I wasn't gonna write it until those fucks encouraged me.
Anyways here's an entire essay about why Blaze is the most wasted character in the entirety of MyStreet and I will literally fight Jessica and Jason Bravura with my bare hands.
To get us started on our harrowing tale of wasted potential and the best improviser Jessica ever hired, we need to go back a little. Back to Phoenix Drop High Season 2. We won't stay here long, I promise, I hate it more than you can possibly know. But the single saving grace of this absolute mess of a season is ya boi, Blaze. Introduced in the 18th episode of the season, airing on April 12, 2017, with the airing of Phoenix Drop High Season 2 Episode 18, Blaze was a character who started his brief tenure series with a bang!
Literally dude showed up and the first thing he ever did on screen as a character in a piece of media we can engage with is throw someone out of a window. We do not know this mans name yet and he's already left a lasting impression. Sure throwing people out of a window is common in werewolf culture, which I don't care what you say that's objectively funny, but it is bold to start a characters entire introduction with that. Blaze comes out of the gate swinging before he's said a single line.
And then after introducing himself he throws a dead bird at Aphmau to show off his hunting skills?? Okay so he's just that fucking weird and overly enthusiastic about things I guess! That's amazing! MyStreet always shines when it just lets it's characters be fucking weird without making a big deal out of it or talking them down for it. Dottie even says that it's romantic which is again just a great showing of Blaze's enthusiasm and lack of what might appear to be common social decorum because of said enthusiasm.
This is all punctuated and brought to a hilarious breaking point when Blaze's final showing of why he should be the new top dog at his school is when the crazy mother fucker rips his shirt off to literally flex about how he's one of the hottest guys in the school. And I'm going to be real with you, given Blaze's later characterization as a himbo, I'm pretty sure he doesn't actually care about this. He just says it because he thinks it'll boost his chances. Blaze is later shown to be a character willing to throw away his reputation for the things he cares about, but he does get a rather sincere moment with Aphmau, even if she's blushing the entire time.
It shows that Blaze is not only physically affectionate, but also weirdly comfortable with his shirt off. Because this is purely objective character analysis I will not be shoving my Blaze is autistic and has sensory problems with things touching his chest propaganda down your throats, but now that I've mentioned it once you won't stop thinking about it when this comes up.
The show admittedly fumbles the bag a little by having Blaze say in his internal monologue that he thinks Aphmau is cute and acts kind of like a tsundere, but this is Jesson writing so there's always bound to be a bit of That Shit. But in spite of that, Blaze is a character who has an instant impression that leaves a lot of room for comedy potential, and just good ol' fashion silliness. And while the werewolf plot of Season 2 is... bad, Blaze and the Werewolf Pups are stand out characters in the sense that their characterization leaves a lot of potential if they're in a different, better written story.
And even if the arc is bad, Blaze still is a quality part of it. His shallow but hilarious initial characterization gets built on in some really solid ways. Namely in how he acts as a force for good in Aphmau's life even if she doesn't realize or give him permission to do it. This entire season is about how the different men in Aphmau's life handle helping her in a crisis, and funnily enough, in a season centered around Aaron literally overthrowing Aphmau's new love interest, Blaze is the one who was consistently doing what was best for Aphmau.
Aaron fumbles the ball more than a few times, Ein is shown to be actively malicious, and Kai gets hate crimed. But Blaze, who's barely even a contender in this ship war, is constantly working to actually make things better while everyone else is pulling Aphmau away from what actively matters about her position. While Ein is manipulating her and Aaron is trying to prove that, Blaze throws caution to the wind and just does what he thinks is best to restore order.
But more important than that end conclusion is his true goal of standing up for Daniel. A wolf it is established he barely knew before this year, that Blaze is willing to throw his reputation and standing in a bull shit hierarchy because he's seeing how this hierarchy is hurting someone who doesn't deserve it. Blaze is the one who is baring his fangs and willing to throw hands when Daniel cowers away from bullies. By the end of the season Blaze has been given adequate screen time to not only show off his fun and maybe a tad out of touch side, but he's been given a real level of sincerity that's tied into the things he's enthusiastic about. He loves being a werewolf, and he extends that love to all the werewolves around him, until they start being dicks to other werewolves who are literally just sitting there.
At the center of Blaze is that inherent goofiness though. He's always cracking jokes, or the joke when he's on screen, and in a series that was originally pitched as a light hearted slice of life comedy in contrast to MCD's general misery, that sort of character is needed to keep the tone. Such is show in episode 22 when Blaze is reading a book on the Scientific Method to just learn more about science, but realizes the book is upside down.
But he actually understood it enough to properly apply the scientific method to this situation?? Iconic. It's played off as a joke of Blaze exploiting a loophole to get out of class, but even that's pretty smart honestly. Blaze may be a dumb ass but he's always willing to cheat an unfair system.
Episode 22 is basically a Blaze centric episode, which I did not expect, but now that I'm rewatching it for this post it might be the reason I love this character so dearly. It's not only the episode where Blaze manages to learn the Scientific Method upside down, but also stands up for Daniel in a really substantial way. Blaze is loud, enthusiastic, and strong, all traits that are celebrated by werewolf culture, and whether he realizes it or not, him just being around Daniel can do a lot to get bullies to back off. Everyone has seen Blaze toss a mother fucker through a window, they do not want to be on the receiving end of that.
He spends the rest of the episode trying to figure out what Ein's deal is when he hears that Ein went behind Aphmau's back on werewolf matters, landing Daniel in this situation. He hears Ein actively plotting against Daniel, but that is normal werewolf behavior. He concludes that he'll keep an eye on Ein. And this through line of "normal werewolf behavior" informs a lot of Blaze's decisions once he comes to the conclusion that Ein sucks and deserves to be undermined. He resorts to letting his actions speak louder than words and goes to violence after realizing that the wolves aren't listening to reason, they're listening to instinct.
He fights fire with fire, and while Aphmau might not approve, it's more effective than her soft rhetoric has been in getting people to be less of jackasses. This eventually lands him in hot water where he steps in for Daniel after Ein tries to get his goons to beat him up, and even if Blaze is fighting in a five v one, he still goes down swinging. And I'll say it, I think it's sweet that he calls Aaron after this happens. While it's clearly meant to be a thing of Blaze calling the last alpha because he's probably the only person who anyone will listen to, there's an important detail I think is easily overlooked.
He has Aaron's number.
He says he got it from the werewolf pups, but that means that Blaze went out of his way to make sure he could contact Aaron. He's the reason that Aaron even realizes Ein is playing all of them. Blaze is the catalyst for his undoing because unlike Aaron who's nearly imprisoned, heartbroken, and been hesitant to act in the plot as a result, Blaze doesn't actually care that much if Aphmau currently likes him because he's more worried about her physical and mental well being than whether she wants to kiss him or someone else.
How many Aphmau love interests can say that?
Can any of them say that?
Blaze can.
Blaze actually consistently shows a level of selflessness that's unfitting of how I've seen some people characterize him. He gives up his real chance to be Alpha because Daniel is so compassionate and earnest and genuinely deserves it. Blaze wants to believe in a future lead by people like Daniel and Aphmau where he might not have to keep fighting people to keep things sane. Blaze constantly gives up his pride, his power, his safety just to make sure that his friends are taken care of, or to effect real change in a school he's about to leave.
It wouldn't be long after Phoenix Drop High Season 2 ended that Blaze would make his debut in the main series My Street in the second episode of Season 5, airing only a few days after the end of Phoenix Drop High Season 2. Just like before he really shows up with a bang, literally throwing himself through the air between Lucinda and Kim just to catch a frisbee because Blaze is the most extra mother fucker ever, and then immediately proceeds to flirt with them. Iconic as ever. Short but sweet.
It's in episode 3 that it's revealed that Blaze and the werewolf pups kept Aaron company during his rehabilitation year. But from the way it's worded it sounds like Blaze was called in before anyone else by Aaron's parents. Based on the way they talked and actively planned together before, I wouldn't be surprised if Blaze was the first person who came to his mind when Aaron thought of a werewolf friend.
I think Aaron reached out to Blaze when he needed it.
And even though I've previously stated that I don't think Aaron's parents initially liked Blaze because by this era he's old enough to fully take on his persona as the cool stoner friend who's also a little insane in the most charming way possible, he has a good impact on Aaron. Aaron likes being around him, and maybe they smoke weed to help Aaron relieve some of the lasting pain when no one's looking.
Regardless of his methods, Blaze does an ultimate good in Aaron's life as a result of being there for him when he needed it. So much so that he was invited out to Starlight and is shown to be one of Aaron's main pillars of support. We are given scarcely little of this actual friendship, which is where the problem lies. While before Blaze was a surprisingly engaging part of an other wise terrible story, at least in season 5 the story is a lot slower and character focused. And Blaze can work in these moments, we saw him have real moments of sincerity before.
He gets some of it, but the issue is that Blaze isn't allowed to be alone anymore. The cast of MyStreet is huge, and Blaze is a character who is making his second major appearance, while some characters in the cast have been present since literally episode one. It's hard to justify giving him solo screen time when he's been in the series for such little time and we barely have enough time for certain significant characters to really have arcs (Lucinda). Most of Blaze's scenes are scenes with at least four other characters on screen, he's never allowed screen time without at least two other werewolf characters attached to him.
I don't object to Blaze hanging out with his friends, or even making new ones though out the season but... Would it kill the writers to let him have a scene with Aaron? Like. A single scene. Where it's just Blaze and Aaron. I mean just Blaze and Aaron without Aphmau there. They've done this before. They did it in the season Blaze showed up in. Just one scene where the two of them get to talk about literally anything would do so much. Even if they talk about Aphmau, it's better than nothing. It would strengthen both of their characters so much to be able to get a scene where they talk to each other not as conspirators who kinda know each other, but as real friends supporting one another.
Show that even though Blaze said Daniel was more compassionate than he was, Blaze still is a compassionate and even empathetic person. Show why Aaron was grateful to have him during his recovery. They have those scenes of Aaron at physical therapy, right? Why not have Blaze take him one time and just show how they interact then? The possibilities with this unrealized idea are endless, and that's genuinely upsetting. Opportunities like this present themselves every time Blaze makes an appearance, they even tease me by giving me scenes where Aaron is alone with a character he has little to no connection with, Maria.
Maria was a foil for Aphmau. And Ein was a foil for Aaron. And Blaze was a foil for Ein. There is no reason for Maria to really have a rapor that matters with Aaron. He doesn't really know her that well, she's clearly a friend by association, and it seems like an odd thing to focus on when Blaze is LITERALLY RIGHT THERE IN THE BACKGROUND OF THIS SCENE.
Why won't they let Blaze talk to Aaron? It's so infuriating. The closest we get is in episode 7 when Blaze attempts to calm down Aaron, but he's shown to be ineffective and it comes down to, of course, Aphmau being the one to talk him down. I swear to Hatsune the writers are making fun of me at this point. They're going "Oooooh you want Blaze to be an actually helpful and supportive figure in Aaron's life soooo bad." AND I DO!
I'm serious when I say the show is teasing me. I've been skimming through Season 5 and only watching the episodes when Blaze is on screen, and so far he has never been in a scene with less than 4 people in it. Never. And even in scenes where he gets to be at least a focal point, he's always limited because he has to share that moment in the spotlight with FOUR OTHER CHARACTERS.
Episode 14 is a great example of this. When the werewolf gang gets told they aren't allowed to eat at a restaurant because they're werewolves, Blaze makes it abundantly obvious that he's put up with this before and really doesn't feel like being hate crimed on his vacation. And he knows that actions speak louder than words and therefore joins Maria in saying they should "teach this establishment a lesson." Personally I think Blaze would've just thrown the manager through a window only to realize it's an outdoor establishment and throw him into the ocean. Which would be objectively funny and deserved because that owner was being cringe and racist.
I love the conversation that happens because it shows the unique way that Aaron sees things from passing as a human for most of his life. This has never happened, but he knows that further acts of violence as a result will only make it happen again. This is a great scene for Aaron. Not really good for Blaze, and the next scene makes him worse. I love the detail that Blaze is an instinctual person more than a planner, but it feels wrong that he doesn't even let Aaron consider planning. I know he wants Aaron to be more spontaneous but he should have more awareness of his friend and his habits and be able to accommodate it, not talk over it.
But it's Jesson, so misunderstanding even their simplest character is par for the course. At least episode 15 gives me Garroth and Blaze talking in the background, and I'm starved for good Blaze content, so I was eating this shit up. The problem with watching MyStreet this way is that Blaze... Just doesn't get a lot of moments... At all. There are some episodes where he doesn't even speak at all, and when he does get to talk in episodes, he gets a few lines in one giant ensemble scene.
I don't object to a show having an ensemble cast, or even a lot of characters with a few central ones, but it really is a detriment to the show that Aaron never gets a scene alone with any werewolf he isn't related to. Nana gets to talk to Blaze when she's having a crisis of her relationship history and experience, but it's just so Blaze can tell her the opposite of what she wants to hear. It's not a scene that feels like it was written for Blaze, because it wasn't. It was written for Nana.
And before some jack ass says it "Blaze is a side character he's not supposed to get a lot of focus" and I'm not asking for a lot. I watched every scene he's in in PDH to prove that it works
BECAUSE IT DID.
Blaze showed up officially in episode 18 out of 30, and he wasn't in every episode after his introduction. But the writers gave him a solid introduction, one good episode that spent most of its run time with him, and really good moments throughout the rest of his time in the series. All I'm asking is that Season 5 at least give me one of those things. Either a good episode where he and his relationship with Aaron is brought into focus, even if it's used as a vector to study Aaron's character, or just more sincere moments for him.
It feels like Blaze is a joke character now when he previously made it very clear he's far more than that.
And then they just forget about him. During the first part of the 3 part finale Blaze is there. He's the one who got everyone to gather at the docks because an mf wants to eat some scrumptious food. But when Aaron sees Ein and starts freaking out, Blaze is literally just not in the scene. At all. Not even as like a throwaway of someone who could've helped but failed, he just is not in the scene at all. It legitimately feels like the writers forgot about him entirely.
Blaze the minute the plot shows up:
He's there after Garroth gets turned and was apparently at Garroth's bedside trying to calm him down which I will be thinking about. A lot. I'll be thinking about how we deserved to see or at least hear some of it, about how the writers continue to tease me with an interesting scene that involves my favorite little fucker, about how heartbreaking it would have been to see Blaze and Melissa try to calm Garroth only for him to scream in pain and try to push them away only to reveal that Zane and Nana are able to hear the entire ordeal downstairs and Zane is panicking when he hears his brother screaming in pain. Just thinking about what we could've had if the writers actually cared about any of these characters.
And then after that he dies.
I'm not watching any of When Angels Fall because I know what's good for my health. I know what happens in Season 6 Episode 9 and that's all I need to know. It doesn't matter if the writers may have finally given Blaze an emotional scene, it doesn't matter if they finally gave him even a hint of character development, it doesn't matter if he made a connection in a real way. Because no matter what he did the result is the same. No matter what quality the writers might've pulled out of their ass, it would ultimately be in service of one end. From the start of this season these writers knew what they wanted to do. They wanted to up the stakes and add more drama to the show, and they wanted to do it by killing Blaze.
And I think I know why.
This is 100% a limited view, but I was on Aphmau Instagram at the time that this season was airing. And I ran a Blaze fan account. I talked to a lot of MyStreet fans during this time and I was constantly upset and disappointed that people didn't understand Blaze's character, or just didn't appreciate it as much as I do. Most people liked Blaze on a very surface level, or because he was attached to another character they liked. I found very few people who genuinely cared about him as an individual, probably because Blaze stopped getting scenes alone by the end of PDH, and because the Aphmau fandom (at the time) had more of a focus on shipping than character work and quality. Blaze was easily shippable with a number of characters, canonically shipped with Dottie a little, and had enough characterization that people cared about him, but not enough to get a large dedicated fanbase.
He was the perfect one to kill.
Enough people liked him because he was hard to hate, he was stapled onto Aaron's character with little regard for a story of his own, and his death could be eventually inconsequential. And it was! Blaze's method of dying is so bad it makes me physically angry!
I know the whole story for the last few seasons has been all about Forever Potions and turning people against each other, but just mind controlling Blaze and having him die while under mind control is such such a missed opportunity. There's been a disappointing lack of proper Aaron and Blaze friendship content, but they could have made up for it in this scene with just a few tweaks. Just have Blaze not be mind controlled at the end. He can still go on that rant about Aaron being the cause of all the bad that's happened, but then the words start to become... disjointed. Jilted. As if Blaze is struggling to say them because he knows that they're wrong. Aaron's his friend, there's no way he'd say that about him.
Have it break.
Have him look at his friend in a worse state than he's ever been in, and instead of approaching him with intent to harm, it's intent to heal. A final attempt at getting through to Aaron. And like the times before, it doesn't work. Aaron's angrier than ever and he isn't seeing or thinking straight thanks to Ein's bull shit. All he can see is an enemy in his way. Maybe he sees Blaze's eyes but Blaze's green eye is still Emerald Green, even if the control broke for a moment. Whatever reason, Aaron still attacks.
He doesn't realize that Blaze wasn't trying to hurt him until it's too late. Aaron's anger already ruined a friend's life, it already pulled all of them into the hell they're in, and now it's killed one of his best friends.
ONE CHANGE. THAT'S ALL IT TOOK. ONE SINGLE CHANGE TO MAKE BLAZE'S DEATH ACTUALLY MEAN SOMETHING.
Ideally I'd like it Blaze just didn't die at all, least of all before the finale, but if you're going to kill him off unceremoniously at least make it have some emotional weight. You've been neglecting him for an entire season and now you just kill him off? Just like that? Oh he gets to show up in heaven? How nice. Is it a scene where he gets to express regrets, remorse, or even give any insight into his feelings?
Of course it fucking isn't! Are you kidding me, that's not even close to what happens. I said i wouldn't watch When Angels Fall but
I LIED!!
I watched Blaze's death scene and his scene in heaven to make sure I knew well and good how badly they failed to kill off my favorite character! And man, the scene in heaven is just the worst! Blaze does a genuinely kind thing for Aphmau and decides to stay with her when she's alone because he doesn't want her to hurt. He saw how much pain Aaron was in without her. He just wants to fucking help her.
But Aphmau's too self absorbed to realize that and instead goes on a whole rant about how she always needs other people to take care of or protect her and how everyone else would be better off yadda yadda. What she doesn't realize and what Blaze eventually gets to tell her is that people were around her and took care of her because they just wanted to. Because she was nice to be around. And they never expected anything else, and never saw her as a burden.
And that's actually a really nice moment. Sort of. There's two major problems. First, Blaze gets cut off from telling Aphmau this at first because Irene has to go on a whole rant about Aphmau being selfish. And she is right in everything that she says, but it feels weird for Irene, who literally doesn't know her, to be making this judgement. This scene should have been Irene observing a conversation between Blaze and Aphmau were Blaze just tries to make her feel better.
And that would hopefully solve problem number two. Which is that what Blaze says is very genuine and heartfelt, but severely handicapped by the fact that he and Aphmau were only friends for a short period of time in High School, and an equally short period of time within the last few months. What Blaze says about why he likes being around her is true, but it would have a lot more weight if there was a chance for Blaze to have been around her as a friend more.
Fuck it, if you need Blaze to be on screen with at least two other characters, why was there never a scene of Blaze, Aaron and Aphmau just talking? Would a single scene of that fucking killed you? Just one scene would have made their friendships a lot more solid and therefore heartbreaking to lose when it gets torn apart.
Third problem, the scene ends with a focus on Irene. Blaze's words echo in her ears, and remind her of her friends. And I like that idea because I'm an absolute sucker for MCD, but it takes the scene away from the focus. This should be a scene about one of Aphmau's friends encouraging her to not give up even if it all seems lost. At least don't let her death be in vain by saying such awful things about her friends while they may be grieving. But Irene is brought into focus again because the show isn't about Blaze, or Aphmau apparently, I guess her Aphmau Main Character Powers overrides Aphmau's. She has more experience with them.
Blaze and Aphmau's very heartfelt dialogue is brought down by the fact that these two characters lives didn't intersect very directly out of high school. Through the course of Season 5 I never got the idea that Blaze was Aphmau's friend. Not to say they weren't friendly, I think Blaze adored her just as much as he did in high school, but as a viewer I was never shown that they cared particularly for one another. I believe that Blaze sincerely cared about her even after all this time, but that's not because of anything the writers did with him in these seasons. It's just because that's the kind of person Blaze is.
But their friendship not being strong really weakens the scene. This is a scene that I know for a fact worked as intended when I watched it as it was coming out. I was an overemotional mess of a 15 year old who hated how this series was going but kept watching it because it was almost over and I might as well get it done with. It pulled on my heartstrings and they sang and I cried. I cried a lot. This scene made me incredibly emotional, and it still got to me as an adult, but the devil is in the details.
Blaze and his arc might work on the surface. They work if you don't pay that close of attention to it. They work if you care more about the characters he's constantly around more than Blaze. And when I first watched Seasons 5&6, I still had a very deep attachment to a lot of these characters, especially Melissa, who he shares a lot of scenes with. So I felt... satisfied? I would've liked more, but I probably wouldn't have complained about what I got (his death scene not withstanding I always thought that was bad).
My my, how the times have changed.
If it wasn't obvious from the four thousand or so words you just read, Blaze is a rather unique case of these writers failing as writers. A rather unique case where the perfect character to fix a lot of problems with their show practically jumped up in the air waving his arms around and they still brushed past him to focus on a predetermined story he was shoved into. I don't think the writers ever really had a plan for where Blaze would go or what he would do.
A lot of Blaze's best character moments are when he isn't being written by Jesson. The reason I love the minigames so much is because there, Blaze's incredibly talented voice actor Jason Lord is actually really funny and pretty good at improv. Obviously some bits of the mini games are scripted, but a lot of them are just seeing how much voice actors can get into their characters, which he's fantastic at. A lot of Blaze's funniest moments come from this too, which is great when the writers turn him into a comedy character but the characters voice actor is funnier than they both are and is only a funny character when they don't have direct control of him. Lord is able to bring life to a character who may have been lacking it due to the simultaneously focused and unfocused way the series was written.
Blaze is proof of what happens when writers don't bother to develop their characters beyond the outline. The draft notes for PDH Season 2 said "there's going to be a wolf character who tries to become Alpha and instead stands up for Daniel when he's bullied." and then Blaze was born. The writers gave him some characterization as a treat to make the story work better, and then were done with it then and there. We fleshed him out enough, good character, time to put him in season 5 so people stop criticizing us for not giving Aaron enough friends.
But the problem wasn't a lack of quantity in friends, it was a lack of quality. It was a lack of scenes that let Aaron interact with other characters without Aphmau present. It was a lack of characters to point to that were real emotional connections Aaron had that weren't his last minute family or his girlfriend. It was a lack of attention given to the few characters that could've filled that role. Dante almost filled it in season 2, and Aaron and Garroth could have arguably become closer after everything in season 4, but at that point Aaron's entire arc became centered around Aphmau.
It was the fact that Blaze was one of the few people who ever directly reached out to Aaron and then was never given a scene alone again. It was because the writers wrote too many characters, tried to give the series a more direct focus, and then failed to account for the characters that were dragged along even if they didn't necessarily know what to do with them.
So when Season 6 came around and they decided to make the show super serious no really stop laughing, they needed characters to kill off to up the stakes. It's not like Blaze's character was going anywhere. It's not like they had a plan for him. Nothing was really being lost.
It's not like Blaze was one of the most sincere and dedicated characters in the series. It's not like he had one of the biggest potentials in regards to his relationship with Aphmau or Aaron. It's not like there was time spent proving that he could be a solid pillar of support in both of their lives even under dire circumstances. It's not like he was set up that way through individual scenes where he got to talk to each of them on a personal level. That definitely didn't happen.
TLDR: MyStreet peaked at season 2 and they fumbled the bag with the best chance to make it peak even higher and I'm forever bitter about it. Now get out of my house.
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hey so little rant (sorry) but basically i’m like an extrovert right and i’m kinda that friend who’s always laughing and joking around and stuff so when convos get deep, ppl don’t rlly take me seriously if yk what i mean? like it’s not that i’m immature it’s just that ppl assume that coz i fuck around a lot ppl think i’m like carefree ig? sry idk if this is making sense
also like i used to get complimented on my looks a lot by like girls and stuff but honestly i was super insecure like i would dead ass look in the mirror and like cringe 💀 but at the same time i always had a girl be like ‘aww i wish i looked like u’ ‘ur so pretty i wish i had ur nose’ and it literally made me feel like shit and like coz ppl usually would think someone confident and outgoing wouldn’t be insecure like maybe an introvert but not a loud people person
so when i would express myself to ppl they would literally think i was being attention seeking and compliment fishing and ungrateful when i genuinely just sometimes didn’t like the way i looked and it hurt coz it was ppl close to me
anyway i guess it was a phase probably just some secondary school weird thing but now my issue is different 🥰
like there be girls out there telling me i’m pretty but the GUYS oml
‘she’s bad’ ‘ur leng’ ‘ur hot’
i just wanna be called pretty by a nice guy
he doesn’t have to be chris or matt or even attractive 😭
i genuinely don’t think i’ve ever had guy call me pretty or cute like pls 🤧
anyway rant over sorry for my shit punctuation skills and my complete lack of full stops
feel free to rant as much as u like ml, i used to be extroverted aswel but when no one took me serious when actual deep shit happened to me i became super reserved and held to myself, ts changed me sm.
ik how u feel tho, i had a glow up around 6th form and boys who used to bully me and ignore me (literally got called the ugly bsf) were now tryna chat to me and are in my dms now. it’s so shitty bc it feels like no guy acc wants to know you and just wants to fuck. i’ve litch gave up w boys
and aswell i think a lot of people can be so negative when you feel good about urself/ are actually succeeding if that makes sense - i had a rlly toxic friendship where if i would say smth like “these jeans r flattering” she’d have to criticize it back, like “they look too small for u, blah blah”
but no i could talk about being the “funny friend” for DAYSSSS.
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I saw your post earlier and I'm really curious: what are some of your tips/advice for sounding like different people?
Allllrright,
The first and most helpful thing I've figured out is that people are more likely to ding you on overacting than having a character with a "weird voice" (cartoonish, usually goes alright so long as your characters sound grounded. This is a Chell appreciation post) Have fun with it!
The second thing I've figured out is that, there's no such thing as cheating (if 2 voices are too close and oops, they're in a room together, lean into the differences and when all else fails, pitch them up or down by 1.5-3%, it's not perfect but the MOST IMPORTANT PART is that people can ALWAYS tell one character from the other)
Cadence, pitch, vocal ticks and voice quality (breathy, croaky, hoarse, nasal etc.), are the main qualities that you can control. I tend to pick 2 or more that will make a voice profile for a character
Hatov - musical cadence, low pitch, hoarse, (eh, ehm, repeats words)
Chell - slower cadence with a lot of lift at the end of words and a habit of drawing words out, Mid-upper range, croaky (like)
Nova - quick cadence, mid-range, resonant (curses)
Kora - quick-cadence/musical, high-range, resonant (squeals, squeaks)
If I put them all in a room together each character has at least 2 differences between each of them which allows people to separate one from the other.
Depending on the amount of control you have with the production (I have complete control over InCo) you can do so, so much with the writing and deciding exactly how a character emotes.
For example, when Hatov is angry/annoyed, his voice pitches down and gets a "growling" quality, he speaks louder and usually faster. When his mother gets angry, her pitch goes up, her words become crisper, and I really lean into the melodic way that she speaks (unless she's trying to manipulate him in which case her pitch drops and her cadence slows). This way, if I have a scene where they're both angry, the characters don't bleed together because my checklist for each of them is different.
The biggest things to focus on: anger, laughter, sadness (this is where I find it's the easiest to accidentally default to how *I* process emotion instead of how the character would)
Writing is also very helpful as each character I make has a difference syntax. I try to make it so that you can read a line and know which character is more likely to say what.
Ex.
HATOV: What I'm trying to understand is precisely where this went wrong.
NOVA: I think you can fucking figure it out
KORA: Well, first I came in and I saw Nova and said "Hi"! but she was busy so I thought I'd wait, but then I remembered that Temius made me promise to bring him in the next time I was around and then
TEMIUS: (snickers)
KORA: It's not funny! This is your fault!
TEMIUS: I wasn't the one who decided to-
KORA: Right! I pushed the lever and that's when everything went wrong.
In this way...their personalities are also baked into their lines themselves. Frankly, it's jarring voicing a Kora line as anyone but Kora. They just lack the energy for it.
Lastly (idk if this helps it's just kinda...happened? for each character): they all have different body language. Kora has a lot of bouncing and hand flaps, she's energetic so her body contains and burns through a lot of energy. Cadus has a lot of hand wringing. Chell has a lot of hand wringing, clapping to punctuate, and flighty eye contact (unless she's feeling confident...honestly 90% of the time she's just dying inside). Vierai has very straight and prim posture while Hatov's back used to curve inward and has been getting progressively straighter as he's gained confidence. SAWA straight up has the hands up for like...the bimbo walk? If I do not get my hands there I cannot get the pitching right. (This might just help me lock each character in)
#this is long#will probably edit later#ALSO LISTENERS ARE EXTREMELY FORGIVING#And character voices will change and settle the more often you do them.
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if you're still doing them: how about some antipathy/sympathy for kynan and cassandra?
36. Antipathy/Sympathy
"This spell attracts or repels creatures of your choice. You target something within range, either a Huge or smaller object or creature or an area that is no larger than a 200-foot cube. Then specify a kind of intelligent creature, such as red dragons, goblins, or vampires. You invest the target with an aura that either attracts or repels the specified creatures for the duration. Choose antipathy or sympathy as the aura's effect."
[This is a really fuckin hard spell to work with yet, so apologies that my muse took me in a bit of a different direction!]
[Set in my Cat’s Cradle AU - and a few months in the future of where the story currently is. So has a couple spoilers for what I have planned there!]
His last stop looks rich as all hells. It’s a relief, a big one, because Kynan can hide from the rain under the eaves without soaking his back and ring the doorbell. And wait. The downpour smothers any sound of approaching footsteps, but he does see the shadow of movement through the fancy frosted glass.
“Hey - er, hi! Special delivery,” says Kynan as soon as the door opens. He forgot to get the pen handy, so he fumbles around for one to offer along with the clipboard. “Sign here.”
Holy shit, she’s cute. And looks exhausted as hell, which makes sense immediately because it’s the end of the term. But also not, because what student would order this much stupidly specific metal. Or maybe she’s an engineer? Engineering majors are always weird.
His arms are getting tired - again, big box full of panels and parts - as she squints at the pen, at him, at the clipboard, at him, at the box.
“I have got to get Percival to double check his address when he orders his gadgets online,” she sighs. “I’m sorry - this was my brother’s work. Could I still -”
“Oh yeah, definitely.”
Probably not, but it’s all pros from where Kynan’s standing. A few more seconds out of the rain, for one. Not needing to carry this box back to the truck. And maybe, just maybe, he can get his head together to say something smart.
“I, uh-”
Kynan jumps, almost drops probably ten pounds of robot guts on his foot, and yelps when something black and - jingling? - definitely jingling zips by, each bound down the steps punctuated by a cheery little bell.
“Rapier!”
Kynan’s halfway down the stairs already. “Rapper? You - sorry, you named your cat Rapper?!”
“Rapier,” she corrects. “Like a fencing sword.”
Okay, sure, that works. His eyes widen as the girl brushes past him and onto the stone pathway leading to her house. “What are you doing?! It’s pouring rain - get a coat on, the kitty can’t get far in this weather.”
She narrows her eyes - only barely, because they’re blown wide with distress. “Only if you saw where she went.”
“Under my - the work truck.”
Kynan steels himself and, while she’s ducking back inside, kneels on the wet driveway concrete to peer between the wheels. And get on his hands, too, because she’s all the way back there, huh?
“Here kitty kitty,” he chitters. Wide yellow eyes stare back at him, quite startled by the situation. Well, yeah, you got us into this mess. “Come on - uh - Rapier? Rapier, come on!”
She does not come on. Though she does chirp, which he thinks is a reassuring sign. Stretching his arm out to try and scratch her chin or scruff her ends up being a bad idea, though - she skitters farther back. Fuck. He can feel the rainwater bleeding through his pants. It’s freezing.
He makes his second embarrassing trill of the day when a heavy weight drops on his back. Turns his head to see the young woman, now securely wrapped in a raincoat. And something thrown over him, too.
“You’re soaked. It’s one of my brother’s that he’s forgotten here one too many times - at least it will keep you dry.”
“Oh.” Kynan realizes he’s still on his hands and knees, with a very fancy if worn coat hanging awkwardly off his back, in front of a very cute girl. In the middle of a storm. “Thank you?”
There’s a painfully awkward pause. “Cassandra. Cass. Pleasure to meet you.” She looks about to hold out her hand for a shake before she grins a bit sheepishly and stuffs it in her pocket.
“I - thank you,” she says. “For helping.”
“Well - I’m Kynan. Leore. Kynan Leore,” he stammers. “And - it’s nothing”
--
It’s not, actually, nothing.
The fugitive isn’t under the work truck long. She actually leads them on quite the chase until she actually runs into something that gets her to turn around.
Kynan has just a second to cow in triumph, cat bundled in his soaked coat (he stripped it to put on the dry one when Rapier got under the hedge) before he immediately regrets opening his big stupid mouth.
“Fuck! You - fucking gross! Sorry,” he adds a bit sheepishly, even though Cassandra just looks amused by the sudden outburst. “She reeks - I think from the garbage bins? Fuck.”
Cassandra is cruel enough to laugh. He immediately wants more of it, and if the cat wasn’t so busy struggling to escape he’s pretty sure he’d get a look from the feline.
“Let’s get you both inside,” she says, disturbing an array of mirrors as she skips through puddles. Gone is the exhaustion, just pure relief to have her cat safe, and - wow. With blue that pale, her pupils are obvious, honing in on the teeny fuzzy head.
Rapier makes a really pathetic yowl, though, so. There was no look for him, there. Chill, Leore.
Cassandra opens the door for them both. “Never thought I’d be making this sort of delivery today,” Kynan says as he releases Rapier in the entrance. She takes the time to daintily shake her paws, about as miserably as Kynan feels. “I hope you’ve got towels for her - and you, too. You’ll catch a cold ”
“That’s an old wive’s tale.” Cassandra rolls her eyes. Rapier, sensing trouble, makes a jingling retreat further into the house, leaving a trail of damp pawprints in her wake. “It’s moreso the close proximity from staying inside to avoid the weather. It makes sharing colds easier.”
“Oh. That’s cool.” Kynan makes a face as he shucks that wonderfully warm coat. He’ll remember it fondly. And this whole evening, really, even if he’s sure he’s getting a cold out of it, no matter what Cassandra says. “Well. I’m glad I could help! And, uh, I hope your brother gets the package safe, and that -”
Something in Cassandra’s look stops him.
“How long of a drive do you have? Until you’ll be home and have a change of clothes?”
Kynan frowns. “I mean? Between getting back to work, clocking out, and the traffic this time of day? … Probably an hour.”
She hums, glancing away. Her hair is only faintly damp, on account of the hood she’d had up. Dark brown, with streaks of - blond? Or white? It’s really pretty.
“... Percy hasn’t been by in months,” she says, almost to herself. “I told him I’d get rid of his things if he didn’t -” There’s a very decided nod that makes Kynan stand a little straighter. “Right. You - Kynan? Mind staying there? I’ll get you a change of clothes. I think you’re roughly of height. And then I’m treating you to tea. For catching my little lady.”
He blanches. The coat alone, even a bit tattered, is probably a few day’s pay. Just loaning it to hunt for a cat in the rain felt decadent. “I - no, really, it’s fine -”
“It’s really not.”
“How about - what - dry up the kitty first?” he tries. “And I’ll throw my coat over a heater and leave when it’s dry. Fair?”
Cassandra sniffs through her nose. From anyone else - from someone else in particular - he’d call it disdainful, but it’s… actually really cute? And it feels affectionate.
“Fair,” she agrees, swiping a towel from a nearby bathroom. He helpfully points out where Rapier’s pawprints lead as he works to unlace his running shoes (fuck he feels super poor, extra poor, wearing old no-name sneakers on this fancy tile).
And then his phone rings.
“Oh - sorry. My boss. Gotta -” Kynan clears his throat. Cassandra actually smiles - really smiles! - and waves a go-ahead, padding off in pursuit of her cat.
“Hi! Sorry, sorry - something came up. A cat got out, and given it’s the end of my shift I figured -” he shuts up. Listens. Nods, dutifully, even if she can’t see it. Hears the scuffling of towel. “Yes. I understand, it’s very - very unprofessional. I know, but - yes, Ripley ma’am. It won’t happen again. Promptly - yeah. Goodbye.”
“Sorry,” he’s been repeating that a lot, lately, but it feels a lot better saying it to Cassandra. “She’s a real - er - hardass? About efficiency, and all -”
“Get out.”
Until it doesn’t.
“Sorry?” squeaks Kynan.
She’s looking at him like - not like he’s beneath her, the way rich folk do. It’s worse, it’s the look his old man has when he’s fucked up, and pissed him off, and offended him. Even worse - it can always get worse - he sees the face in the mirror, bruised and scared that this’ll be it.
“Get off my property,” Cassandra snarls, clutching the cat to her chest. It looks just as confused as he feels. “Leave, now, before I call the cops.”
… That last bit shook too much to be a real threat, but he’d not want to turn it into one. Kynan bites his tongue and gets out of there as soon as he can, hears the lock and deadbolt behind him. The rain hasn’t let up. He can’t stop and think, either, because she’s scared and angry and he doubts Ripley would back him up if he loitered. So it’s on autopilot that he gets the keys into the ignition and drives away, Google Maps reminding him cheerfully of the most efficient route back to work.
What did he do?
#the antipathy is 'get off my property ffs' and the cat avoiding them? I guess? idk this idea just HIT ME out of the blue while struggling -#w this prompt. so!! letsgo!#Whenever I write Cass assume I'm writing her ace and maybe on the aro spectrum.#critical role#campaign 1#cr fanfic#critical role fanfiction#kyssandra#cassandra de rolo#kynan leore#did Percy order parts from a company Ripley operates? Did she send him stuff as a threat? do EITHER of them know about this? who knows!#this was supposed be a short thing and its the LONGEST of these yet AND is somehow expanding my Cat's Cradle AU to have More drama! FUCK#critical role au#my writing#cat's cradle au#spell ask game
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Down On My Knees To Pray
Author's note: What can I say? I just needed to get this out of my head, because it wouldn't leave me alone. That's what you get while being horny as fuck + thinking about the trip you had at the end of August (which can be felt in this story).
Warnings: Attempt at light smut. Oral (m receiving) and allusion to it (f receiving). Bad punctuation as always.
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There was a certain hunger that she felt.
The one that couldn't be satisfied by anything you could put on a table. Even if you'd put the most exquisite meal a restaurant in this small town could offer you she'd still feel hungry.
On one hand she felt a bit surprised, even ashamed of it. How carnal it was & how urgent everything felt. A light breeze after a short, but heavy spring rain couldn't even help her. People were going about their lives, coming back from work, walking their dogs & she tried to concentrate on it. It did not work so she casted her eyes, full of lust and need, to a man standing by the mirror in this small old fashioned bathroom.
He was slightly crouching, trying to adjust to the mirror that was a bit too low for him. Hairbrush in one hand, trying to tame his luscious curls that were even harder to brush, because they got caught up in the rain while on their way from a grocery store. It wasn't far from the apartment they were staying at during this trip, but enough to soak them wet. Miraculously all the items in the bag were almost untouched by the rain, but they had to change into dry clothes which somehow made them laugh. The whole experience wasn't pleasant yet she was the first one to chuckle once they locked the door. One glance at each other and they were both laughing. Maybe it was the lack of sleep or some kind of thrill, but in a weird way they felt happy.
He was now in his black jeans & red flannel shirt. Unbuttoned & showing off his pale skin, with a freckle here and there & a patch of hair on his chest. To her it was such an appetizing view, something she yearned for right now. To satisfy the hunger that would not leave.
So she closed the door of a small side balcony, closed a squeaky old fashioned blinds & stepped behind him. Long lean hands enveloped his slender torso and a gust of warm air was felt on his back. He couldn't see her since she was a bit smaller, but one blue eye was peeping from the side and looking at his reflection in the mirror.
Did it get too cold? he asked, finally managing to comb his hair without getting a hairbrush stuck somewhere in the middle of the process.
Kind of, yes. she answered, her voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt. But I also got a bit hungry.
Good thing we got focaccia & some mozzarella in that- and he stopped when she stepped in front of him, looking up straight to his eyes. Wordless sentences were pouring from her intense gaze, following the movement of his muddy green orbs that were confused, excited and curious at the same time.
Her warm lips touched his chest, leaving delicate kisses as they went lower. Bony fingers sneaking around his back, going down. Just like her, now licking his skin as her knees were almost touching cold tiles of this small space.
His breathing became irregular, eyes closing shut & barely audible whimpers escaping his mouth. She smiled to herself, licking that small patch of hair just above his belt that was gone in seconds & now her fingers undoing the buttons of his jeans, sliding them down together with his boxers.
Look at me she said. He opened his eyes only to be met with her hungry gaze. Sometimes he wondered if she realized just how powerful it can be, the intensity and clarity of it all. One look was enough & he got it, everything was clear. She saw his pleading eyes trying to maintain the contact and a mischievous laugh left her lips.
God! breathless moan bounced off of the walls. For a non believer he used Gods name too often, but most of the time it was because of her. Like now, when he slid inside her warm mouth. She was slow at first, pumping what she couldn't fit inside with her hand. Applying just the right amount of pressure so his moans would become louder. She loved it, the way this man would be at her mercy, whining unashamedly & being completely vulnerable. All the power in her hands, literally.
Higher Love by Depeche Mode was playing from the bedroom, a playlist that they've made filled with the songs they both love. And how ironic it was, words sung by Dave:
I can taste more than feel
This burning inside is so real
I can almost lay my hands upon
The warm glow that lingers on
As if it wasn't enough her other hand slid all the way up from his thigh and lightly squeezed his balls. Her mouth was getting faster, both of their breaths louder and more erratic. The palm of his hand was flat against the cracked tiles on the wall, fingers trembling in front of his eyes. Blurry vision, one look in the mirror and the view he saw made him glad that the doors were wooden and old, almost soundproof. She would not kneel for anyone, be it Gods or mere mortals. The whole act being a sign of defeat & humiliation yet here she was. That drop of pride now buried deep inside just like he was in her mouth, making her gasp for air. Because there was hunger to be satisfied & a need to see him falling apart. How beautiful he looked in these moments, she thought. Almost on the verge of tears, his emotions on display. Lips parted, body shivering and eyes full of sad beauty & gratefulness alike.
Darling, I don't.... Please. he murmured, barely keeping his eyes open
What? What is that you want? she said, stopping and raising an eyebrow. Her throat was a bit sore, but the hunger she felt before was almost gone. Almost.
Baby,I... Ahhh!! he groaned, voice higher than usual, filling her mouth with warm liquid. He was babbling, still hazzy, repeating her name almost like mantra. She swallowed, licking her lips and smiling to herself. Seeing him like that was like a reward & even the cold tiles under her shaky knees weren't that uncomfortable. It's nothing compared to the satisfaction she got & was able to give him.
The man was getting back to himself, so he got his boxers & pants on, then went down on his knees, just like her, and got his arms around her. They stayed like that for a while, no words exchanged just a kiss here and there until their heartbeats seemed to synchronize.
Kinda cold in there, what do you say? he was the first to break the silence that felt so comfortable & pleasant.
It is... After all it's only the beginning of spring. I guess we should move on to the bedroom? she said looking up to him. He nodded.
Marvelous idea. Let's go! he took her in his arms, carrying to the bedroom bridal style. For a second they both thought about the same thing, but from different perspectives. How would it feel and what it would be like. This was a quick and unexpected thought, none of them knowing that their minds were thinking about the exact scenario. He lowered her on the bed, eyes clouded with admiration which made his hunger much stronger than before. He looked at her, wearing only loose t-shirt that used to belong to him before & a shy smile. The same woman who was caressing his balls & sucking his dick like the most delicious dessert she ever had was now slightly blushing.
Hey, what's wrong? she asked while he was still standing by the edge of the bed. Then he took a hair tie from his back pocket, got his still untamed curls in a bun & rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. Her heart began to beat faster.
Nothing. I'm just feeling a bit hungry, you know... his voice was lower & tone more serious than usual. Now she had to grip the bed sheets, body shivering & breathing becoming more and more ragged with every passing second.
He lifted his deft fingers to his lips, licking them and then silently said:
Gripping those sheets already? Darling, I'm just getting started... Open your legs for me, please. I'm starving.
#i'm so glad the man that I loosely based my man male character in this story will never find out about this#or my previous work#just because...#personal#my stories
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09.19.2022
tags: bondage, spanking, fingering mouth/throat, facefucking, bodysharing, rough sex
Bird is あ / Avvy is つ
つ：Ah it’s too funny to subject amane to the weird differences in his mind between nene and tsukasa. You’d hope some day he’d kinda appreciate tsukasas agreeableness and even be like, I wanna. Test run something I wanna do with Yashiro. Like some real goons mood of it all like I need to practice tying these ropes and see if it’ll hold and I WILL sulk for 5 days if I try it with Yashiro and I fuck up . But tsukasa idgaf. If he falls from the shiddy ropepulley or comes undone I will just be like sigh
あ：Lmaoo this is like peak shennanies yes…
This is like the, ah, accepting that you can't "fail" with Tsukasa
つ：Almost like rehearsal with tsukasa. You can get frustrated with the knots and stuff if you want. And ask him to wriggle around. But like
Amane trying to rehearse some bits even running dialogue. He has tsukasa gagged though like don’t say anything you’ll break my immersion for this ok
But like one day going to be doing this and like get too into the dom boyfriend mindset and like smack his ass but then feel like. Didn’t like that. Don’t like that I did that to tsukasa fsr
あ：the TANGIBLE silence
つ：I’m fine with calling him good girl as part of the rehearsal but I need to go stand on the roof
About this one
Them both still like we both know somehow it was weird
あ：It's like he smacked Tsukasa's ass and Tsukasa made a noise just from the impact.
fucking dead silence after
つ：And just an earnest moment of impatience. The problem was it wasn’t part of the rehearsal
あ：I got my dom jeans on too hard
つ：You did it in the manner to which you’d bop tsukasa
Like ugh stop the wiggling SMACK then was like . N
just walks out. Nene walks into the bathroom later tsukasa tied up like hiiiiii
Amane left💔
あ：Sometimes I like to think Tsukasa is like [I do not see it 😑] [for Amane's sake]
つ：I know he is awkies
あ：so funny to think about Tsukasa in moments like this. i think sometimes he is also like I'm sorry❤️ i have aboner
statistically sometimes you're doing stuff and it's like. gomen ne
つ：Tsukasa doesn’t have to feel it was weird but just feels like. Ohp! Amane doesn’t usually do tha
I know it
Waits for his response
It is always like well I like anythiiiinggg
But that’s the problem too
Sorryyy I not supposed to like it💔 I will be quiet thooooo
Kicks legs on bathroom floor alone. Sings a song
あ：🎶oh well
It's so funny to think about rehearsing dialogue, the things that you're not ready to feel right or wrong. you know
I think sometimes Amane must enjoy something but then be like wait. i actually dont like that it wasnt awkward
no winning either way
Saying good girl does feel pretty innocuous, this is neutral territory
つ：It’s rough. Also if you come during the rehearsal sometimes it’s fun sometimes you hate that you came
Trying to deliver a line and nut. Just get quiet
あ：but I think it might get kinda like. dicey when its like. I'm going to fuck your pussy so hard girl
つ：I THINK ITS FUNNYYYY
But. Like
Sometimes amane is like; this is a cool time to come well punctuated by the scene, immersed, delivered a line have “her” set up. If it happened like this I’m ready to go. Other times it’s shameful
And your own brain knows when you’re in the roleplay VS unable to shake the Meta of tsukasa and responding to any part of that. It’s not wrong to nut about tsukasa but it’s like STAY ON TASK.
Like mmgggher i wanna nut about you or Yashiro intentionally
I don’t like feeling out of control
BUT I NEED THE REHEARSAL IM IMPRESSINg YASHIRO SOOO MUCH LATELY ITS SO USEFUL!!
You do imagine Yashiro is getting the most stellar 5 star insanely streamlined experiences
He is an expert. At the knots
He is smooth at transitions.
He flubs no lines.
He looks inhumanly incredible. At domination
She is floored. She is a puddle every time. It just makes him more insane about embellishing and like I NEEDSD TO OVERCOME THE SHAMEFUL MOMENTS!!
(On ground) I need to be the coolest boyfriend for my whore gf
あ：like UMGHH i need the pay out… tfw you want to be really impressive lmaoo
like ugh but i need it i need it.. i need her to feel like her whole mind is being fucked with… you could never handle how capable i am
つ：I like tsukasa doing this all having a grand time having fun and then at the end amane IS like ahh good job. That went well I think I’m ready. Let’s tsukasa clean off cock with mouth while amane unties the ropes and shuffles them into sleeves
If there’s ever a day you’re caught it’d be like. You’re going to have to ask yourself. Would you rather tell Yashiro, that, This is practice, and reveal that you practice and ruin the illusion of the seamless dom. Or let Yashiro think you just call Tsukasa good girl and tie him up for your own private reasons between the two of you.
Do not like these. Sleeps you
Tsukasa we are going to lie to Yashiro
I am going to put her at her desk with her books and make it like she fell asleep doing homework on the classroom
Ok
She had a dream.
GRABS FACE. okay?
あ：looking at tsukasa like this
PUPIL MOVES DOWNWARDS
つ：hai.
When Yashiro comes back you are just playing cards
Nailed it…. saved the day
あ：I hope there are moments… that are more like seamless and wordless. still tinged w strangeness, but also the kind that Amane can glide past. Like ah… simply running hand over Tsukasa's chest, simulating a grope, and Tsukasa wordlessly curving his spine to push into the touch a bit, trying to be like -- oh yes yes, nene-chan's chest… [trying to assist]
Tsukasa being a good mimic… in reality, being able to recall how Nene typically moves or poses and try and further assist Amane in his little roleplay. he wants to mentally prepare so…
I will help Amane by doing Nene-chan like things
つ：It’ll be just nice when it isn’t goon time. He’s good at it
Letting my mind run for 2 minutes was like aaaaaaa the (glass floor shatters under me)
So I’m making peace with that and getting unembarrassed
I’ll have my little notepad here in a second. I just want it known none of my thoughts were my intent
あ：[cooing sounds] come here sweetheart
fall into the gap with me.
つ：Uuuuoooo the gap
Well the final thought.
Amane frustrated and done with avoiding anything— why shouldn’t he have complete indulgence? Wouldn’t tsukasa like anything? Can’t he just shut him up if he makes a single sound he doesn’t like? Searingly embarrassing to confront a single thought at all, but once he indulges one action they fall like dominoes.
Tsukasa laid over lap, irregular, hooks fingers in mouth, effectively gags him before starting to hit with his other hand. Feeling tsukasas fangs bite down. Going on a little crazy litany. Like you’re convenient, cuz I can go as hard as I want. There is more brutality in the motion, and the fingers in his mouth are resentful in their touch— pissed off at Tsukasa for reducing him to wanting this, for being tempting. All conveys in unforgiving motions.
Gets… insane. Slurs out that he wishes tsukasa had a pussy, so he could finger fuck it between hits. Gotta settle for your mouth. Fingers mouth aggressively, shoves to throat. Bleary state of mind…. To be able to confront such a thought, gotta be so mad to have been made to have it. Crane Tsukasa’s spine backwards by hooking around his teeth and dragging him up, to glare at him… wanna squint at while administering impact. Understand how pissed I am, don’t get it twisted. Amane can feel his own wrists muscle memory itching to switch to the fingering motions, it almost makes him wanna whine….
Ssso accustomed to the back and forth, smack smack, grope slide in, wiggle wiggle, his fingers keep twitching. Just frustrates him!!! It’s not fair, to have these conflicting urges!!! It shouldn’t mix at all! Actually tsukasa SHOULDNT remind me of anything… just stomp his foot under everything restlessly. What useless urges!!!
Finally throws tsukasa off, kicks him (he’s bound, arms) til his back hits the wall of the bathroom, then drags him up by the hair, plants a hand on the wall, and reaaaally facefucks him against the wall, breathing into the tile. A very ah… legs spread apart, stance, shoving.
Finish. Out of breath… lean against a stall panting. Feeling like a demon was exorcised. No ability to think, just buzzing. Teeth marks around knuckles, looks at those…. sighs.
Tsukasa is a little sickle shape on the floor cuz of being tied up still, fell over after amane stopped holding him up. Eye contact…. Sustained. A lidded and dark-eyed tsukasa panting…. amane, too. Weird moment. Tsukasa drooling come, licking his teeth. See you… something different happened. Amane finally only feels: and? So what. You made something different come out. You just do that. You know you do.
あ：Anyways… I just really enjoy the sheer selfishness of a scenario like this — an instance where, the very conceit of it all is already Tsukasa being really gracious, more than the average person would be. Lots of people would have at least some insecurities with being enlisted to RP/do practice for your Other Partner… It's unique that Tsukasa feels no sense of competition or inadequacy, he is just here to help. Ready to lay there and be acted upon as needed.
So… for Amane to then get frustrated and take things out on Tsukasa… as if it's Tsukasa's fault for inducing the desire in his heart, like "ugh, how dare you do this to me"… It's so shitty, but one does go SIGH it's Amane's appeal isn't it… That even while being catered to and accommodated wholly, he'll get agitated about his own feefees… his own arousal… Huff huff..
Having a cock just makes you feel weak, so often, and Amane doesn't like feeling weak to it. I think it's so simple like… hate feeling cock twitch about this or that, stupid leaky thing jumping about things it wasn't mean to. Hate your vision blurring… hate breath getting heavier and words slurring, where they shouldn't.
Ugh but yeah as I mentioned earlier, I've thought about being as selfish as to finally growl about, like, "UGH, if you had a pussy…" I think this would just make Tsukasa's head spin, like what-? not a thought in his little head. Amane feeling this-? What's he saying-?? [trying to focus, but being wailed on]
つ：It’s too fantastical!!!! Like he’s in a dream
あ：One of those thoughts that almost seems too abstract you know…
つ：He wants to do more to you than he even can….?
あ：Could never remotely think such a thought! i like this time Avvy worded it like, tsukasa's emotions being "but I'm Tsukasa". ww….
つ：So simple
I am a fixed thing! You know a tsukasa
Blurring Nene emotions towards him….. sooooo interesting!!!
あ：The way Tsukasa doesn't ah think conventionally, well you might as well complain about him not having an animal body part, wings or something…
In terms of how, it's all equally fantastical right
つ：Amane is so distinct and exact and unchanging to tsukasa, it can’t work in the other direction.
Nothing in common to mingle between amane and nene
Brother and his gf! Different
あ：Entire islands
つ：Fun to grope nene, nothing to blur here
あ：The idea that Amane could be restless and wishing for something like that… in the middle of it all…
I do like Tsukasa having to register twitchy hands or something, or feel how he's acting upon his mouth the same way he would pussy, fingering it…
つ：He is having impossible dreams…. Wahhhh💞💓
あ：Amane's frustrated expression… brows pinched… such sharp gaze
つ：All so tense, despite that amane is releasing something…
あ：The idea that... he wants more, than your mouth... it just seems dizzying... like getting facefucked with this all in mind
つ：When I thought about uhm… well for one really like— yeah….. the. Lost my train of thought but that was one of them
I was hooked on the crassness of “settle for your mouth” directly correlating, and then proceeding to facefuck SO hard. I thought about Tsukasa’s head really hitting the wall sometimes if amane pulling away pulls him forward, just doesn’t care. Donk donk
Wanting his head pinned between him and the wall so he can really drive it deep and grind towards throat…. want tightness of throat around.
あ：The sheer harshness and lack of consideration… chasing something, like trying to scratch an itch. it's so oppressive
つ：Noooo room for lackadaisical bobbing dick around open mouth jumps to wanting throat as closer analog
あ：sigh i do like it all… like, harsh driving into… coming down throat like this… and tsukasa left to topple onto the ground after…..
one of those things that would make nene really reel to watch
つ：understand. The dynamic of murderer and victim
あ：You can see how it escalated. so much
つ：oeuuoruhgh but i have bene like ah…. m. ah I feel like amane's sentiments and clear restlessness would make tsukasa feel frenzied in back of mind…. his chessmaster little brain like i have to…. help… i was thinking about tsukasa one day just ah. suddenly SLEEPing Nene when she come into the bathroom and then immediately booting her out of her body like gomen ne. but immediately bending her over and spreading and beseeching amane to have what he wants and it would be like fkksdlf;kl;FJKG;SJGKL; OKAY. but i want nene to wake up like. really quickly bc tsukasa didn't actually do a deeper spell on her
i like to think you can control the intensity of it, if you just brief sleep blip or you truly conk them out for hours can't be roused. anyway i like nene on the ceiling 'coming to' like what happened. STARING AT HANAKO FUCKING YOUR BDOY SOOOO HARD
which is like jfc this is fucking!!!! hot and sexy!!! BUT I WONDER UNDERSTAND IT. but then he's rambling insanely to tsukasa obviously and you're like [pin drops] theyre using my body to have sex with each other [pause] this is fucking… HOT AND SEXTY
and hanako does not know she woke up lol
あ：I'm sooo the pussy in the room… the asset
nene just feeling like. smug about it klfdjghdfjkld (edited)
つ：its also liek: i knew it. they want to fuck so hard
i have known all ALONG
i'm really helping them
come to terms with something
あ：becomes nene-sama mentally
つ：its also like; it must be so hard… hanako is straight
she is nene-sama on the ceiling benevolent entity like…. mmm. i have provided… the promised. the coveted.
a solution for you two….
going to jerk off about this for months.
oh the visual of your own body being plowed, hot. getting to see you x hanako from a distance: we are so hot
he moves hot, he moves body hot. he is so rude.
あ：Having unwoke brain is so useful though isnt it, she can just feel so simple about it in a way i think-? like "ah of course its a problem, hanako-kun is so into girls… but he loves tsukasa-kun so much… and of course, tsukasa-kun would want to do anything hanako-kun would want…"
つ：tsukasa-kun is very clever, how did he come up with this….
あ：seeing it as tragic but in the romanticized way like star-crossed lovers almost. like awww
>oh the visual of your own body being plowed, hot. getting to see yuo x hanako from a distance: we are so hot
I do think it is this. ahhh and how euphoric, to feel so.. like… made hotter in tandem… underneath him… your body is pure sex
つ：i think its also like,inspiring, to hear tsukasa not muffle anything and make w/e sounds in her voice, lol. she's like ah gosh…. i always am embarrassed to make noises. but its hot actually
i need to go harder. tsukasa is just like thrashing back into hanako's cock and drooling and making sounds. nene is like wow . watching a porno starring me
あ：Tsukasa being in there, I'm sure even makes it easier to feel fondness, like, you'd never want to think of Tsukasa as homely or something, he's not unattractive in there
つ：and then hanako is being. rougher. than usual. so
it all feels like. jesus. so extreme
あ：aint no frumpy girl
つ：nooo this isnt a cringe frumpy girl being fucked…. suddenly you are just a slut for hanako's cock. the body obviously loves hanako's cock a lot
it feels very good. facts
あ：benevolent nene-sama also is like, ah i am granting tsukasa-kun the gift of feeling pussy stuffed with cock…. it feels so good doesn't it tsukasa-kun…. [wipes tear]
つ：i think theres a. funny quality of the 2 boys being together where they can-- lgkjfkl be boys moreso, hanako at least, i really think he's got a certain laxness around tsukasa so i like to think when he comes he just like groans inelegantly
its my brother so i'm casual. might as well be jerking off
あ：not putting on all that flair. you know me.
つ：a bit more boorish.
あ：not doin it up for a girl… its different
つ：needs to be like something like that happens where hanako sortof is just way too hair down and nene is like. wait. he 100% doesn't know i'm awake
[thought for a second this was the plan] [but realizes she's awake by incident maybe, or tsukasa-kun's decision wthout telling hanako]
あ：😶...
つ：the gracelessness needs to be so like. groaaans. rests hand on hip/ass junction for a second like whewww… siighs…. fans self with hat
lolls head to the side
obviously not… performative. too casual. groans and bumps. is like mmm tsukasa stay like this a little longer i wanna go again… in a minute….
sounding like 2 kids.
あ：Unbuttons my gakuran jacket and peels it off, stretches
つ：while still cock in
あ：Yes
つ：nene seeing hanako w no jacket is liek KLFSDJ;FLDSJKGL;
youre like scared hes gonna pull his pants all the way down
あ：screams fjksdghf
like oh god
feeling like she's hiding in the rafters
つ：hanako just stretching and closing his eyes a minute and tsukasa peeks at nene and winks
あ：
つ：EYEBOLLS
あ：it even works that this is a sex cutscene
SEEING SEX.
つ：yes
SEE
あ：Tsukasa really like ………. [places finger over lips]❤️
it would be so uOUH
wiggles my fingers. blows you a kiss
つ：Hanako is mentally like mmmmmmmmm mating press next. [using porno terms in brain]
feeling loose limber feeling good mmmm. rubbing thumbs around tsukasa's lower back for a bit.
あ：tabe houdai all you can eat
going to flip you like you are livestock
つ：i actually think an incredibly funny thing to do would be be like mmmgmmmhh wait…. snaps my fingers puts nene's body in your kimono and hakama
あ：psychofink
but they literally can do shit like this
Procure me the set dressings
つ：also makes tsukasa like. aougfg… ,fdjsfkl [stars spinning around head]
あ：hanako really would be likea uhghh finally. tits and pussy under all this whore fabric
つ：that is what i waaaaant
あ：It feels so multi-concept… like ah amane can really think about me clothes? like dis… wow
Despite everything i do not think nene is ready to watch mating press just happen to her body
like jesus
つ：folds you in half
it takes until this for her to be like: wait this is going to hurt my body physically!!!
oh I think Hanako is so fucking disgusting at this second round…. like folds and the position would put pressure on everything so the. come inside would just ooze out and he'd be like ooooo
smears it around pussy with his hand
holds legs back with one hand. smears come around with the other
あ：enters gnasty mode... god yeah. swirls my fingers near the entrance
つ：just openly: you know. I try to be more polite, for yashiro. she's just a girl, you know….
you can't be too much all at once…. even though she's….. 'you know'
we'll get there.. [pleasantly wistful] of course
あ：It's nice to get a taste though…. mm
つ：tsukasa wiggles legs. hanako just licks down the calf
あ：oh its time to activate me creepy thing
つ：hanako is like siiiiigh ahh feels good
rubs thighs indulgently
あ：[closes eyes] tsukasa don't say anything. [just takes legs and presses foot to sternum, strokes hand down along calf, thigh... rubs knees weirdly]
つ：nene is like. i'm getting a little frustrated
hey….
why are you….
あ：hey.
つ：why dont you just go have sex with your brother in my body again. enough with this commentary
あ：we don't like the interlude
the audience is leaving poor reviews
so funny to be like wait let me be a little leg creep for a sec. ahhh
つ：oh but its not all bad at least. in his shirt. also he's so much less with the decorum (saying a lot not like he has a ton on average) just cock out
あ：the smell reaches teh ceiling
つ：you're tempered.
あ：our bond lets me smell your spectral cock even though i am out of body
つ：thats the bond
あ：the porno resumes, as hanako just rubs soft cock against pussy, smearing come… jerks off against. uehh that sort of… like lazily just pulling foreskin back and forth, instead of having a whole hand wrapped around the length or something, a few fingers along the tip
つ：finally is like ahh ok ok…. fiddles with hakama in fingers too. kimono, during. basically stims with it while doing this
liking the tandem of tsukasa's outfit and the pussy. mmmm
あ：i think nene though could also be privy to the boys familiary making them so simple abt commentary like. ah yashiro's voice… 's nice… and tsukasa being like yes it is… hehe
つ：[wistful, loving] she's a little shy about making sounds… ah but you know, people can hear her, she thinks about that too…. hehe….
あ：when nene is overhearing hanako talk about her cup size with kou and just puts a hand by her ear about it
つ：she wants to hear the boytalk
あ：overhear these dirty story boys
[husking] but wouldn't it just be hot, if people had to hear her clearly being fucked… and loving it.
つ：ahhhh…. closes eyes, sighs. alright… thats enough. are you ready, tsukasa…..? lol, just kidding [SHOVES knees back]
mmmmm, maybe I should be more careful… mmm~~ no, no~ I think Yashiro's body can handle it….
it's her mind that's not ready… [wistful, pleasant, my little virgin] but her body's ready for anything…
あ：Such a receptive body. so wanting, really. ahh it's hard to say no to it, again and again…
[fetish for whore body oozing out]
I think Hanako is the type to feel quietly tested by pussy still being so wet and limber.. when the walls really still feel so receptive to the pounding. it's hard to not just take it as "she still needs it"
つ：this is all good proof that nene could always use some more, ahh the body is so eager always…
once he earnestly gets going he'll get back to task. mating press has benefit of looking at face. Get to say more sentimental things like mmmmnn.. ahh I like your, expressions. on her face.
such a good idea, tsukasa…. pet pet
mmm. pounds
あ：Some earnest nuzzling... talking against face...
つ：round 2 feels like luxury cruise
あ：pet hair…
You do like to see Yashiro's red eyes staring so widely up at you…
つ：maybe some day. m.n. we can have Yashiro watch…..
tsukasa nods
あ： >this is all good proof that nene could always use some more, ahh the body is so eager always…
Ah you know I think Tsukasa could also just continue to report like, feels good…
he's in there simply enjoying the sheer overwhelm
つ：ah hanako would looove to hear it like mmm yesss
confirmationnnnn.. mmmmmggh
ahh pleasant whore hanako with both palms holding back of her knees to the floor, tilting head back eyes closed rutting forward
loving all the hakama spilling all about, the kimono all bunched up
あ：Artful… I think he can be unclogged a bit and just find it pretty… 's on a girl so.
it'd be rude to be like, it's not pretty. it looks nice…. you like to see all the ruffles and flow of the fabric
helps add flourish to all the motions, emphasize that you are Plow
つ：i think for round 2 once ya hit the stride it finally gets to become ahh Tsu-ka-saaaa~~ tsuuu-ka-sa, on beats of impact. pleasant singsongy
feeling too good ahhh relaxed w my cock deep in pussy. mmmm comfort of brother and gf
あ：Like he got all warmed up and is fully leaning into it…
It is just indulgent and cozy at this point. in that sickening way.
You both just hit a rhythm of going back and forth with names…
つ：which to nene is a lot.
they're. really brothers. in love
あ：uehh the gay shit… i'm sorry if you watch them hit some fingers laced peak
つ：lalalala
あ：maybe in a way nene could understand why hanako-kun runs from this
つ：in some way… you can see how its incongruous…..
you hit a beautiful peak. and then he nuts and he's like…
MMMMMMmmm. moves her legs around like levers. I wanna keep cominggggggg
あ：It's strugglesome… it takes so much greasing to ease hanako into such a place. you are sort of watching him regress and be childish and capricious in a particular way though
like wahhh i'm not ready to leave it…
つ：[WHORE hentai boy voice yet also 6 year old] I wanna fill you with cooome
あ：i don't wanna stop until you can't mooove
tsukasa also a child in the situation: til i-!! can't move-!!! pant pant
つ：tsukasa flinging hands up panting aahhh whatever you want!! amane!
あ：I think it's always refreshing to be so mortal feeling. like ah for real out of breath, for real aching and light headed and shaky
つ：mmm but can I reaallyyy… mmmmmmrr… teetering
pounds a little
she'll definitely be sore by now…. I can feel it…..
mmmm…~~ mmmmbutIwannamakeagirlsore……..
あ：[enabler voice] re-ally really REALLY!! [hiccups] it'll be good nene-chan will appreciate it
つ：you just wanna get fucked more, you're biased… [talking a little angrily. you whore]
mmm its not fair…..
あ：clucks tongue. leers.
つ：if it were just you… then I really wouldn't have to think twice
yyyouu don't need to go anywhere… or do anything. [gets… dark]
あ：deliberating and becoming this boy
like ah so selifsh… you're not really being considerate of Yashiro. it's always up to me
つ：starting to think about how to blame tsukasa
positioning carefully…. sigh.
Yashiro…. needing to take a day off of school isn't good for me, you know…..
are you going to keep me busy while she's stuck at home, 'cuz of what you wanted?
あ：Saying all this while rolling hips… as always, I think it's satisfying to implicate Tsukasa as the selfish one here. like ah really Tsukasa…
This tone, like you're scolding your younger brother. Hey now…
つ：yashiro is like. s. stay home….?
what are you gonna do to my body… waito.
but staying silent
あ：what are . you thinking about
what the…
what is Hanako-kun imagining ??
つ：gonna….. watch him make you bleed
あ：Eh but you know I think the true efficiency would be switching to fingering in-between everything…
Like well while i'm recovering…. keep this going
this is really like. targets cervix
But I feel like Nene does start to like worry over the sounds Tsukasa starts to make in there
He's not like… censoring self.. so as it starts to sound ah. agonizing. this is heard with no obfuscation (edited)
Hanako himself registering the new quality to the voice, like god sounds miserable… [horny] [eyes rolling back]
つ：when it hits that brutal octave, definitely pain
あ：it just sounds like it hurts
つ：but still so sexual.. mmmm blood in the water
あ：Just incentive to slam harder, in reality
つ：nene didn't know she could sound like that…… crazy. hearing your voice take new shapes.
won't… be able to go to, class……?
あ：[cruelly] Is it still "good"? Is it, Tsukasa?
つ：NODS NODS NODS NODS
ah begins laughing. mania induced
あ：>won't… be able to go to, class……?
you've never thought about your pussy being able to hurt so bad. like whuh
but its my pussy… [eyes are dots]
つ：just from….. having sex….?
amane finally getting too… insidious. mmm. its…. it'd be bad, actually
if you were like this, Tsukasa….
there's no way…. we'd… do anything else…..
whispering. it'd
happen… sooner
[actually referring to. murder]
yashiro: sex?
tsukasa receives the meaning proper tho
amane, inhaling slow after saying that. knew it….
knew you'd….. tighten. gh….
mmM…. [gets back in there]
if only you could carry nene-chan home like this after everything. in an ideal world
あ：The aftercare we deserve. Sorry sweetheart
Alluding to murder really is the most lurid thing, in reality… In a circumstance like this. But ah I really imagine it does alight every nerve in Tsukasa's body like mghhhh… the concept that if things were different, it wouldn't undo your shinjuu. but ah of course it wouldn't… it's what Amane wants of you…. [boiling internally to process it all, still]
If it would functionally just stoke Amane and incite him to act. I also feel like, there are dokis had whenever there's an implication of — … and I would've done it to you, even if life had been different around us
つ：inevitable…..
i'd love for amane to know it's not the circumstance that caused it, it's himself
あ：It wasn't just a coincidence or, like a matter of your specific circumstance, it's more about his nature…
つ：to just simply know that so confidently
あ：it's what he's been agonizing over for years
All of this in mind, while slipping back in… i like. it's good flavor
つ：pulling out fingers, observing blood… showing it to tsukasa
kinda like… mm you like to see it don't you, mentally. yup, you do….
あ：Of course you do…
grabs jaw with bloody hand. continuing, lowly, "It's always like this, with you, isn't it… It can't be any other way."
つ：nothing but manic giggling and wiggling and panting can come out anymore
あ：Reduced... ueghhrhgh i feel like the scariest thing is when Amane just breathily laughs too. you both make each other sick
つ：reach a bit of peace again somehow. hai hai…. hugs legs while pumping. will finish pleasantly despite where we've treaded
but then its like….❤️ I have no idea how we'll explain any of this to yashiro …❤️
I thought we could just play it off with a little tidying up….
あ：^^…………………………………………. I don't want to explain anything❤️
つ：will just get her some water and goodies from the cafeteria (stealing)
set a girl up in the infirmary. can carry her there at least. its post-school its empty out here just caretake her for a bit
yashiro has much to think about. oh when she's placed back in her body, oh it'll be like being hit with a truck
あ：try not to scream challenge
つ：immediate respect for tsukasa for just laying there . the STABBING FEELING
あ：at least for a second i think its really AKSUFJDGHF
つ：oh its really AFKLADJF!!! AAouuuouhhh…
curling on side clutching tummy
あ：tsukasa-kun😭 hefsldkjgdshdf
tsukasa out here like mm reminds me of. you know
つ：tsukasa very apologetic
あ：❤️
つ：him and nene have special knowledge so hes really like❤️ i sowwy
❤️i got into it toooo much❤️ oops
あ：gomen ne
つ：i wanted to look out for you girl but… uhm💔
あ：tfw you trying to look out for your girlie. but you ARE his slave
we'll just have much girl talk later
つ：much to girl talk about some day
あ：AS ALWAYS i just want nene to be able to have someone be like. it feels soooooooooooooooooo good to be fucked in your pussy! >:o
i understand so much
つ：the pussy is so amazing and cool
it really does like to be fucked
あ：nene-chan is amazing
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Intimacies, pt 1 (Ash x Piper)
This idea has been bouncing around for a few days now and I figured I'd try to get something out -- especially since it's pride and all, eh?
Also on AO3!
Ashley sprawled across the length of their bed, feet towards the top and head at the bottom. The sheets below were soft and she inhaled deeply, taking in their freshly-laundered scent, huffing a satisfied sigh as a cool breeze swept through from the open window not ten paces away. City noise filtered in, the ever-present thrum of traffic and voices, of life being lived, and though it always took her a few days to acclimate to the constant sound of New Queens she found she didn't mind it as much as she used to, didn't let it keep her up at night, tossing and turning cocooned in the cacophonies outside.
Or maybe I'm just better at getting distracted.
Her smile widened as she turned her head away from the window, gaze falling on the doorway that led to their en suite bathroom. Warm light spilled out from beyond it, and she let her eyes flutter shut, focusing beyond every day noises to fixate instead on the soft humming emanating from just past the doorway.
"What song is that?" she murmured as the humming drew louder, closer, light steps on the hardwood floor and she cracked an eye open as that humming lost its rhythm, replaced with a considering tone instead.
"You know, I'm not actually sure." The bed dipped beside her and she shifted to better look up at Piper as the other woman settled with one leg folded beneath her, the other dangling off the edge of the bed. "Something Shawn kept listening to when he visited last week."
"Is it weird that I'm still thrown off by the fact that Evvy essentially adopted his own clone?"
Piper's lips twitched, eyes glinting. "The fact that it was Evvy makes it decidedly not weird, I think."
Ashley huffed a laugh. "Guess that's true. He did kind of adopt the rest of us, huh?"
"Always was a sucker for sweethearts and lost puppies."
Ashley cocked an eyebrow. "Which am I?"
"Sweetheart," Piper replied without hesitation. She grinned, leaning down to kiss Ash's scrunched nose. "Being tough doesn’t negate how sweet you are, love."
Ashley scrunched her nose further, eyes narrowing, though the overall effect was undermined by the fact that she was trying not to laugh. "And James?"
"Lost puppy who is also a sweetheart."
"That tracks."
"Speaking of," Piper went on, readjusting her position. She dipped out of Ash's immediate view and Ashley resettled her head on her crossed arms, letting loose a soft sigh as Piper straddled her hips. "He should be here by the end of the week."
"He got the approval? Ah…" Ashley instinctively tensed as Piper's fingers found a knot in her back.
"Breathe," the other woman reminded her, slowly working out the knot. "And he did. I'll finally have both of you in one place." This was punctuated by a kiss to the back of Ashley's neck, and she let herself relax fully under Piper's knowing touch. It was hard not to, really, after all these years. Familiarity bred over the time they'd gotten to know one another, a deep friendship blossoming into something more, and maybe their love didn't look the way people expected it to, maybe they expressed their affection a little differently, but Ashley wouldn't have traded it for anything.
"So, wait. What kind of relationship is this?"
"Queer-what? Platonic? So like… you're just really good friends?"
"…you guys don't have sex?"
Questions prompted by the social pressure of knowing, of categorizing, and Ashley had learned early on that she didn't owe anyone a deeper explanation for her and her partners. Felt better trying not to explain, since it inevitably led to frustration and irritation on her part, others' surprise -- or, fuck, even pity -- chafing and belittling something that meant the world to her. As if their way of being together was lesser, somehow.
"I don't worry about it, honestly. I know who I am, and I know what I want. Some things really are that simple." Piper's words lived like a mantra in her heart even all these years later. "So long as you know the answers to those questions, that's all that really matters, right?"
And it wasn't as if Ash hadn't had her fair share of doubts in the beginning.
She'd dated before. Mostly men, a few women, nothing particularly serious given her career choice. Knew what she liked in a partner, and knew Piper and James had all those qualities and then some. Confidence. Kindness. Compassion. Passion. People who gave as good as they got, who stood their ground but weren't so stubborn as to never consider change.
But those were broad categories, really. The sorts of things you put on a dating app profile amidst all the more personal tidbits for added flavor and interest. They were starting points, statistics factored into taking a chance, at opening the door to discover what else lie beneath the surface.
And in Piper and James? Ashley had discovered so much more than she ever could have imagined.
"Ahh, right there…" Piper's fingers sought out a new knot, working it loose and dispersing the tension, running her hands firmly along the expanse of Ash's back. Her hands were some kind of magic -- surprisingly strong for how delicate the other woman appeared, and Ashley had been delighted to discover her girlfriend wouldn't hesitate to go deep when she needed to. Delighted all the more when she'd learned how much the other woman loved touch in general -- back massages expanded to include hands, wrists, feet. Cuddling on the couch with a bottle of wine and some cheesy action flick. Baths and showers and the warm intimacy of washing each other's hair, of drawing soap across one another's skin.
Maybe Piper was disinterested in sex, but that didn't mean she couldn't express her affections through touch all the same. Soft kisses and sweet caresses, a penchant for being the big spoon despite being all of five feet tall -- Ashley's lips twitched at the memory of James's discovery, at the way he'd blinked at her from where he and Piper had already settled into bed, their smaller girlfriend bossing her way behind him and curling around him like a determined koala-- and it wasn't like Piper avoided the topic of sex entirely, though Ashley wouldn't have minded either way.
"You don't have to stay in here if you don't want, you know." An assurance even as Piper brushed sweaty hair from Ash's face, tucking it behind her ear as the other woman came down from her orgasm. A new toy she'd been eager to try out rested on her other side, waiting to be cleaned.
"I know." Simple and steady, a prelude to what Ashley would learn very soon about Piper Shepard: the woman did not do things she did not want to. If she was there, she wanted to be.
"But…"
"Just because I don't want to participate in the main event doesn't mean I don't enjoy being with you in the afterglow." A smile that was equal parts mischief and affection stole Ash's breath away. Piper's fingers carded gently through her hair. "You're beautiful like this, you know."
A disinterest in sex did not equate to a sense of shame for it, and Ashley had been looking at things differently ever since. Considered intimacy in its truest sense, and the myriad ways it could be explored.
"What are you thinking about?" Piper's words a warm whisper against her skin, and she felt the other woman's lips press gossamer kisses along her spine. "You're a million miles away."
"Just thinking," Ashley began after a moment, shaking off the memories in favor of the here and now.
"Yeah?"
"…can you paint on me again?"
She felt the curve of Piper's smile, laughed at the little love tap Piper planted on her ass as she rolled off her, and turned to watch as her girlfriend made her way to the chest of drawers that held the various equipment and toys and accessories they liked to utilize in the bedroom. Out of the top drawer Piper took out a small box containing brushes and body-safe paint, and Ash found herself wiggling into a more comfortable position -- eager to float away under the strokes of Piper's brushes as her partner turned her back into a canvas for yet another work of art. Glanced up at the photos lining a corkboard next to the dresser, smiling at the memories of past works wrought on her and James's backs.
"I was thinking of a new tattoo design," Piper mused as she rejoined her, taking up her place straddling Ash's hips once again.
"Yeah?"
"Something inspired by Sur'Kesh's jungles."
Ashley smiled, letting her eyes fall shut once more. She'd never been to the Salarian homeworld, but she'd heard the place was beautiful.
"Can't wait to see what you come up with, babe," she murmured, and she could feel herself already drifting away into that space that was all affection and sensation. Another kind of intimacy, another way to connect, to explore and relish the trust they found in each other, and with each carefully drawn line of paint Piper applied to her skin, she knew:
She was loved, fully and completely.
#my writing#Ashley Williams#Piper Shepard#Ashley x Piper#Mass Effect#James Vega#Ashley x Piper x James
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7 15 27 a+d for dew (or if you wanna answer for another oc that's epic also)
doing this for dew AND feathers bc they are a pair do not seperate
7.What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?
for feathers it would be any interaction w/ the concept of sky-sail festivals. his citizens used to hold massive ones and he would sometimes sneak out to watch everything, maybe even steal some food and get on a skysail (obviously he had to get off pretty quickly - it doesn't take much to realize that there's a stowaway and a thief onboard, especially one who likes talking so much!)
he misses those festivals, but he enjoys the feeling of nostalgia he gets. it reminds him that it was real in a weird way. anyway, he can always talk to others about it, seems they were a pretty widespread phenomenon!
dew doesnt have much to be nostalgic about.
15.How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?
giving dew my Ailment where she constantly scripts whenever she leaves a conversation and makes like 50 iterations [lol] of the same sentence to perfectly please whoever she's talking to and then when she gets back to talking she feels like she's a horrible person just misleading them or forcing them into an rp bc she scripted
feathers just says shit . unless it's serious, then he very carefully thinks of what to say next
27.What causes them to feel dread?
well other than the obvious "THE ROT"...
feathers isnt bothered by much usually very bothering stuff. he does sorta panic when he runs out of a specific type of medicine thats hard as hell to fabricate or whatever though
dew gets that feeling pretty frequently unless she's actively shutting herself off :v:
A) Why are you excited about this character?
BECAUSE THEYRE FUCKING COOL. THEY'RE SO AWESOME. LOOK AT THEM.
dew is like... she's one of my Popular ocs!!!! people who havent directly interacted w me know abt her!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAND SHE'S ONE OF MY POPULAR OCS WHO HAS NOT BEEN SEXUALIZED TO DEATH she did get the curse of incorrect assessment but like this is really good for a fat woman who wears shirts lie 30% of the time ok?
for feathers... smiles i just like writing him!! it's nice to have a character who always can use sign language tbh, and i love writing his dialogue it's fun he's silly. i love the concept of the only group's doctor being everyone's brother and i like how kind and loving he ended up being even though beneath it all he's really fucking annoying (funny annoying but. still annoying. and he LOVES being so)
D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look?
are you prepared for that question.
THIS is what they used to look like. their original designs. before all the crazy lore, when feathers still Talked sort of like this, using full punctuation and proper hoofdletters.
one thing that's more or less always been true was that dew had fur or hair of some sort. i changed it to fur once i remembered she had hair so it would make a bit more sense considering my hc that iterators Dont have that
and one thing i've kept with feathers is the little diamond thing on his clothes, which you can actually see on artis too!
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WARNING. spoilers for catch the wind.
i have been gone for a few days — i was wallowing on my self-pity while ‘celebrating’ my birthday, and oh my god! your new chapters are fire! my flat is high likely about to burn to the ground. i did not expect the whole thing! i so badly wanted theodora and james to jump together like the jack and rose thing, but oh no. i should’ve known it was coming but it still managed to blow me off the stand! like the reviews i read for the chapter, i agree with them.
i feel so bad for theodora. i don’t know what elizabeth thought she was doing, but babes, she better have a good explanation because what the actual fuck? CRYING.
excited to have my heart hurt so much, i’ll wake up to reality in a work fiction! call me the term of someone who likes pain in books. i am obsessed with angst. i will live and die for angst. i will carve out my heart and lend it to you just so you could write letters on it using a knife, stomp on it. do anything you want with it! i will pay you to stab me on the chest tbh.
you never fail to surprise your readers with the twist of your work and your ability to make us feel! i am so ready for your next update!
ps. i kinda get embarrassed when i put reviews like this and some really weird ones on ff.net because i feel like i seem like a noob on there with all the comments and missing spaces, punctuations, and capital letters which i do not deny. i feel like i express too much, but i also get this thought like, ‘it’s the internet. i’m already weird enough having this unhealthy obsession with james bloody norrington.’ so here i go having yet another long train of thoughts written off to be seen by the internet.
Man, birthdays are rough, I'm sorry you're going through that. I think it doesn't help that there's always such an expectation for them to be fantastic and amazing days that for those of us where they don't feel that way, it's even more of a let-down at times? Idk, maybe that's just me. Either way, I'm sorry! I hope you're doing okay and you're taking the time to do something nice for yourself.
Catch the Wind spoilers beneath the cut.
Ahahaha thank you for your thoughts on this latest chapter. I did get some (valid!) constructive criticism a wee while back that they thought I was being too nice to Elizabeth and glossing over her flaws, but this scene has always been in mind so I kind of knew I had to pre-emptively make up for what she was going to do otherwise there'd just be no chance of redeeming it. Plus I just really liked the contrast between Theo having "seen" it happen one way in the movies (where James kisses Elizabeth) and then seeing it happen this way (where he very much did not instigate it, or really participate in it at all) brings a lot of inner conflict between what she thinks she knows from the movies, vs what is actually real to her in this story.
Especially because there's been so much focus between them on the matter of "well in the movies you love Elizabeth" and "well in the movies, you don't exist at all, you need to stop treating them as fact". James has been amazing with trusting Theo so far. Now we get to see if she'll be able to return the favour. Ah, the angst potential.
All of that aside, I promise we'll hear Elizabeth's reasoning very soon although I did slightly hint at it in the chapter itself so I'm excited to see if anybody picks up on that, and I have a fair few scenes other planned between here and the end that I'm very excited about! I also share your love of angst, it just makes everything in a story feel that much more rewarding if it's hard-won, it's why I really couldn't go the route of them just getting away quickly and easily.
Thank you so much for your lovely words! Reading them made my day. And honestly I'm happy for you to share your thoughts with me whenever you want via Tumblr if you're not comfortable doing so in comment/review sections on the actual sites the fic is posted on, but I will say that I've never found your way of writing to be strange or flawed in any way, so please don't worry about that! Plus, I've now written 300k words of sheer James Norrington thirst so I'm really not in a position to judge any kind of obsession haha -- we're all mad here B)
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Someone to blame (part one)
Summary : after Rue almost died from her overdose, you’re looking for someone to blame & end up fighting real bad with Fezco. You meet again a few weeks later, and well, the reunion is... interesting.
Warnings : mentions of alcohol, drugs, lots of bad words, bit of fighting, bit of teasing 😇, reader being a bitch, fezco (my boy deserves a warning)
Pairing : FezxFem!Reader
Word count : 3k
Side Note : english is not my first language, feel free to tell me if you find mistakes or just weird sentences lol
You had been friends with Rue for years, at this point you were practically siblings. And this implied the good sides and the bad ones. You shared the same kind of humor – a great mix of sarcasm and self-depreciation – and knew you could trust each other with your lives. But there were also more complicated moments, Rue overdosing on pills being the latest. Speaking of drugs, she actually introduced you to Fez a few months before it happened.
The guy wasn't the most talkative or expressive, but he had always been courteous in his own way. You had wondered many times how someone so gentle and calm in appearance could lead such a life, punctuated by violence and despair.
You were never that close but talked a bit and had a laugh at every party you both went to, and you hung out a few times with Rue. He was chill, and you got along pretty well, even found him cute at times. That is, until you saw your dearest friend laying unconscious in a hospital bed because of the shit he sold her.
Back then, you really thought she was going to die. Seeing her in that bed had awakened a rage and a disgust in you that you had not thought you'd ever be able to feel before that day. You showed up at Fezco's place the next morning and things went pretty far. You basically called him a murderer, screaming and calling him names, which led him to shout back and things were said and never forgotten on both sides.
He was an irresponsible and disgusting brainless criminal, you were a spoiled and fucking ignorant kid who knew nothing about life. From this day on, you hadn't spoken a word to each other, despite crossing paths a few times during the last few weeks.
Had you known he’d be there tonight, you probably wouldn’t have come.
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It looked like a scene from a movie, the place was full of people, the music was too loud and the lights were blinding. There were people smoking on the roof, others making out on the hoods of cars, and you chose not to see what was going on in the pool. Jules, with whom you had come, was jumping enthusiastically next to you. “This is gonna be so fun,” she smiled, her big bright eyes looking right at you as you were entering the house. “Come on you need a drink! And then we'll break the dancefloor.”
“Alright,” you laughed a bit, her excitement being contagious, “I’ll get us some drinks, you go and try to find Rue.” The both of them had a relationship that was quite difficult to qualify, even if they hadn’t known each other for a very long time. Rue's obsession with Jules made you a little suspicious at first, you were maybe a little afraid that she would replace you for a moment, but you soon realized that their relationship had nothing to do with yours. Even though deep down you knew that this co-dependency between your two friends was not healthy, you couldn't help but be happy for them, and Rue was doing better.
You manage to make your way to the kitchen, where you quickly find a bottle that suits you on the table. You were about to pour yourself a drink when a small brown-haired sparkly tornado hit you head-on. She smelled a little like alcohol and could barely stand up, smiling from ear to ear as she wrapped her arms around you.
“What the hell Maddy ?” You ask, managing to find your balance back.
“I’m so happy you’re here bitch,” she simply answers, making you laugh. “I need your help with something,” she adds while giving you the puppy-eyes look.
Between a few incomprehensible words due to the alcohol in her body, you understand that she’s asking you to find her something to smoke, a favor she had done you at the previous party. You groan as you fill the glass you grabbed, taking a shot to give you the strength to get to work. You clearly have other things to do but you know Maddy well, and if you don't do it back for her as you promised you would, you know she won't stop complaining and she won't leave you alone. “Fine just wait here until I get back, and try not to drink more, right ?” And with that, you go in search of the holy grail, or in this case, the holy weed.
Now there are multiple ways you can find what you're looking for, you could just use your charms and get if from some random dude, but you don't feel like flirting tonight. And the easiest way to buy drugs is standing a few feet from you, outside by the bay window. “Fuck me.” You huff, cursing yourself for only taking one shot. Your heels click on the ground as you approach until you plant yourself in front of the redhead, whose fresh cut displays his scar even more.
He stares at you with suspicion, and then looks quickly around him as to make sure it is really him you want to speak to.
“What's up Y/N ?” he simply questions, his blunt still between his lips.
His usual nonchalance surprises you nonetheless, given your last somewhat hectic exchange. However, you decide to get it over with as quickly as possible and get straight to the point.
"I need some weed," you sigh, knowing full well that this request would make you lose the credibility you had when you yelled at him about the drugs, even if it is 'just' weed in that case. He looks a bit surprised, one eyebrow raised. "It’s for Maddy,” you add.
“You sure? I ain't want you to come and knock on my door tomorrow calling me names cause I gave you the stuff you asked for.” His blue eyes are locked in yours, and you don't know if he's teasing you or if he really wants to know if you're sure of yourself.
You cross your arms over your chest, already annoyed and eager to find your friends, drink and forget this conversation and the previous one. “Don't worry about that,” you respond, “I don't want to have anything to do with you, so please just stick to doing your job right now, right?”
“Am not here to make friends either, now just pay for the damn thing or imma find someone else to buy it.” He doesn't want to be around you either, that's for sure, but he’s still pretty polite as usual. You know you kinda hurt him, but he did too, plus you're too annoyed by his attitude right now to feel bad. His words just have a way of bringing out that side of you that tends to piss people off pretty well : the sarcastic little shit.
“Don't act all indifferent now Fez, we both know you'd love to be my friend.” You provoke him, a fake smile on your face and you tilt your head, placing your hand on his bicep, while his arms are still crossed.
He can't help but sigh, moving away from the wall he was leaning against and leaning toward you instead. You stand straight, defying him. “Look, imma be honest with you. Being a bitter depressive kid giving lessons on shit you know nothing about don't sound like a real interesting occupation to me y'know?”
“Yeah cause selling drugs to those depressive kids is such a respectable one.” You immediately spit back, making him look down for a second. Touché.
“I really don't wanna fuck with you right now Y/N." You must have come a little closer with every shot fired because now you can feel his annoyed and warm breath on your face, your eyes still locked. He takes the last hit of his joint before throwing it to the ground, stepping back as if to prevent the situation from going any further. He grabs a little bag from his back pocket, and holds hit between his fingers. “Just pay for the damn thing and go back to your shit, I'll go back to mine.”
His tone is more tired than threatening, but it still makes you shiver. Fez wasn't usually one to get mad, to threaten with his hands, he always spoke slowly in a way that still let you know he wasn't messing around.The tension is palpable, your fists and his jaw clenched to the point where it could have snapped. Your contempt disguised as sarcasm did not please him, obviously, but the more he responded to it, the more he made you want to infuriate him for real.
You hand him the money before taking the bag from his hands. "Alright, I wouldn't want to stop you from handing out overdoses for a few bills," you conclude before starting to leave.
Rubbing his temples, he finally speaks again, loud enough so that you can hear him behind you.
“Damn Y/N, why d’you have to be like this ? Why you giving me all the blame and shit ?” You stop walking, your back still facing him. “Am not sayin what she did was completely her fault, I know I’m part of this too. I felt like shit, like real bad, you know she’s family. But now you been treatin me like I did it on purpose when you know damn well I didn't.”
You don't know if it's the booze starting to kick in or just the emotions you bottled up these past few weeks, but at this moment you feel particularly exhausted by the situation. Yes, you resent him for spending his time distributing drugs to people you love. You did blame Rue for a while too, you screamed, cried, and you also blamed yourself - you still do - for not having seen how bad she was doing. But Fez, the lovely guy you got to know a little, who said he was like her brother, and who gave her the drug that landed her in the hospital? He was right, you knew deep down it wasn’t really his fault, but you couldn't help but be overly mad at him.
“You can act all nice as much as you want Fez.” You shrug, turning around to face him. "But you can't do what you do and pretend you care about those people.”
You see him nod silently. Seconds pass before he finally says something back.
"Sounds like you're just tryin to find someone to punish now." He's staring at you, his hands in his pockets "It's alright, make me the bad guy. But don't say I don't fucking care about her ever again, right?"
As you process what he's saying, you can only realise he's stating facts. You're not angry at him for giving the damn pills to your friend, you're looking for a culprit and he's easy to blame. But it's just something about him, about the way he responds to the shots you fire at him, it's physical, you can't help but keep fighting and fighting and wanting for more. Are you actually being a dramatic judgemental little bitch? Absolutely. Will you ever admit that he's kinda right and you know it, and that he's hot as hell when you piss him off like that ? Absolutely not. Is it a good enough reason to keep acting that way? Certainly.
“Yes sir.” You roll your eyes before turning on your heels, leaving the redhead and heading for the kitchen.
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I's three in the morning and you're a complete mess. After giving Maddy her weed, you've done nothing but drink, dance, and drink again. You don’t even know how many shots you've had, but your lack of balance indicates that the amount must be important.
Your body moves to the rhythm of the music, your hips undulating in a sensual choreography. Masculine hands move around your waist, which you quickly brush away to join Cassie dancing on the table. Putting on a show is not exactly an habit of yours, but at the moment, you just feel like having a good time and not caring about nothing else.The little blonde moves against you, laughing and flipping her hair as the crowd around you whistles and admires the show you’re offering. Among the people, in the corner of the room, you notice a familiar figure already watching you. He's still smoking, shaking his head in amusement or in disapproval -you’re not sure-, to which you respond with a middle finger and a provocative wink.
When the song comes to an end, you get off the table to some applause and head to the nearest exit to the garden, feeling the need for fresh air. Your steps are uncertain but you manage to get outside, sitting on a deckchair by the pool.
“It doesn’t really suit you, y’know,” you hear Fezco say as he sits on the other side of the chair, a small smirk on his face. He looks a little high, more relaxed.
“What ?” You frown, turning to sit directly across from him.
“The whole ‘look I smoke weed and I’m wild’ kinda shit.” He shrugs, giving you a side look.
“I never asked you to look,” you argue, alcohol probably making you a little more touchy than usual.
His body is still not facing you, but he turns his head so his eyes meet yours. “You’re kinda hard to miss when you’re behavin’ like that,” he remarks, his gaze now on the little dress Jules had chosen for you. “Was a very pleasant sight, I gotta admit.”
You feel your cheeks starting to burn and quickly look away, rolling your eyes. The effect this guy had on you with just a few words, damnit. He’s a dick, you try to convince yourself, don’t smile like an idiot. You want to come up with something witty or sarcastic to say but really you’re just dumbfounded. And he likes it. “Thanks, I guess.” You whisper without thinking too much, still a bit confused. It's been rare for you to be quiet and likeable since the latest events, so he takes the opportunity to speak again, his voice strangely pleasant.
“Why you always acting stupid like earlier? When deep down you're really just cute and shit,” he sighs, his blue eyes on you as you’re looking down to avoid them. “It's like you enjoy being a fucking brat to me, pissing me off. You like that, don't ya?”
You look up to meet his gaze, intense and curious. Somehow, hearing him call you a brat and talk to you that way feels really good. Is this motherfucker really turning you on and calling you out at the same time without even trying? You don’t know if he’s intentionnaly playing with you right now, but he seems to enjoy the effect he has on you, as you struggle to hide it. You quickly get up to try and regain some composure, there's no way you're going to let him have that power, all of this wouldn't even happen if it weren't for all the drinks you've had.
“You wish, loverboy.” You retort, a playful smile on your lips. “I'm gonna start thinking you fancy me now Fez, thought I was a spoiled ignorant idiot,” you quote.
You hear him laugh a little, and he stands up too to stand right in front of you. “You are.” He grins, getting closer. “You're fucking infuriating,” he adds, his body so close to yours now, “exasperating,” he whispers in your ear, without ever touching you. You close your eyes shut and feel the shivers sliding down your spine, a sigh of contentment slipping from your parted lips while his mouth brushes the skin of your neck. “naughty, even” he finally adds as you feel his wet and rough lips so close to your jaw. You’re a mess, the heat on your cheeks is nothing compared to what you’re feeling down your stomach, between your thighs. Not so innocent and nice now is he ? You take a deep breath and manage to raise your hand, placing your finger under his chin, lifting it up a little so he looks you straight in the eye, your noses almost touching. You need to end this right now, before it goes too far, before you can’t resist the urge to angry fuck the shit out of him here and now. He’s a dick, you can’t let him win. You have to be the one in control.
“You're not fucking me tonight Fez.” You breathe, your tongue clicking in your mouth. ”I ain't got five minutes to waste for you.”
You turn around to leave but you haven’t even taken the first step when he grabs your arm, gently but firmly, and you feel his body pressing against your back.
“You can insult me all you want but don’t ya underestimate me,” he whispers in your ear, his warm breath crashing against the skin of your neck. "If I were to fuck you, I'd do it properly." The words his hoarse voice whispers make you gasp, you suddenly feel completely naked, at his mercy. You can feel the warmth more and more down your stomach, as his hand brushes your arm, then your shoulder, before moving down to your hip, his fingertips playing with the fabric of your dress with such a slight touch that you don’t know if it’s even real. “I’d take my time, give you what you deserve.”
He doesn't give you the time to process what he just said and steps back, then walks past you to head inside, a winning smile on his lips.
“You enjoy the rest of the night Y/N.”
And before you know it, he��s left you standing here, flustered and desperate for more.
What the fuck just happened?
#to be continued#fez x reader#fez x you#fezco x you#fezco x reader#fezco fanfic#fezco euphoria#fez#euphoria#euphoria fic#fezco imagines#fezco imagine#fez imagine#fez imagines#angus cloud
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Crimson and Leather
After a murder, you and Kai have some fun.
Pairing - Kai Anderson x Fem!Reader
Words - 1.8k
Warnings - smut, murder mention, blood (a little bit), oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, Kai Anderson is his own warning
"I wanted to request some Kai smut. The reader is just as messed up as he is. They are powerful together, he trusts her with everything and values her opinions over any other member. She’s the only one who can bring out the real Kai. There’s a moment where they had just killed someone and she has to clean the blood off of his boots and he is sitting behind her massaging her back and it leads to dirty things."
Requested by @friendly-neighborhood-ghoul
A/n - I know it's been a bit since I last posted but I make amends with this. I hope you guys like it because I feel like everything I've written recently has just been... blah. *also, had to resist the urge to name this crimson and clover but didn't*
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Walking in through the door of Kai’s house, you watch as he closes and deadbolts the door. It was a habit he had adapted due to his heightened paranoia.
You guys had just gotten back from killing a couple. It was just the two of you since this was personal business and had nothing to do with the cult. You had always been Kai’s favorite since you were the most ruthless of them all.
He admired your lack of remorse.
Reaching his living room, you set your phone down on the coffee table as Kai removes his bloodied tee shirt. It was late at night and you and Kai were the only people home. Everybody else had left hours ago.
Kai sits on the couch, pushing his hair from his face as his eyes migrate over to you. Your shirt had blood on it as well but not as much as Kai’s had. “Make yourself useful and clean the blood from my boots,” he orders, his voice raspy.
“Only if you ask nicely,” you counter, pulling off your own shirt and tossing it to the ground, leaving you in just a bra and your pants. Kai sighs heavily, irritated at your reply.
“Can you clean the blood from my boots?” he asks again, this time in a nice tone. You smile and nod, leaving the room to get a wet rag. Coming back, you kneel down in front of him, ready to clean his boots.
You didn’t mind. It never bothered you having to do things for Kai. But you’d only do them if he wasn’t being rude about it. That was your rule.
There was more blood than usual on his shoes. You weren’t sure if it was because the guy Kai killed put up a fight or if it was because Kai had taken out a lot of aggression on the man. Either way, the dark crimson blood-soaked the damp rag quickly.
His hand rests on your head, using a gentle touch as he plays with your hair. You allow your head to fall back into his lap slightly, your eyes still drawn onto the black boots he wore.
“You know I’m proud of you, right? Everything you’ve done, everything you offer. It’s inspiring,” he says, his voice softer and kinder than usual. You just hum, leaning back into his touch. “You’re so open-minded. You listen to what I say and you never doubt. Unlike the other women in our cult,”
Kai always said “our cult” and never “my cult” when talking to you. It was strange, given he took high credit for starting and leading it. To hear him give you joint leadership was out of the ordinary. Then again, so was he.
“I believe in you. That’s why,” you reply, finishing off his right boot. You briefly move your head to face him, your head angled up to make eye contact. “I trust your philosophy,”
He smiles, patting your cheek lightly before running his warm hand down to your neck. “I know you do, little lamb,” he says. You move your eyes back to his boots, going to the still bloody left boot and cleaning off the leather.
Kai’s eyes watch you affectionately as you clean the blood, oddly turned on at the sight. The silence lays heavy over the both of you as you finish clearing his boots of any trace of blood. A proud smile falls on your lips as you admire your work.
Looking up at him, you’re met with his eyes already on you. “Done,” you say simply. Half-dried blood remains on his chest, stomach, and arms but you also had half-dried blood still stuck to your skin that had soaked through your thin shirt.
His hand runs down your neck and down the front of your chest, running over the splotched of blood that had fallen into the V between your breasts.
Your breath catches, your own hand running up his leg. Your hand quickly reaches up to his crotch, feeling his already hard dick through the fabric. “Someone’s a little needy tonight,” he comments snarkily.
“Just shut up and take your pants off,” you reply, not ready to put up with his stupid remarks. Kai had a skill at making the environment horny. It was like this weird seed was being planted in your mind going “fuck him, fuck him, fuck him,”
You didn’t care, though.
Standing from the floor, you watch as Kai pulls his jeans off so he’s in just his boxers. He pulls you down onto his lap, forcing his lips onto yours as your legs settle on either side of his thighs. He holds your face in his hands, keeping you secure as he kisses you hotly.
You grind your hips down on his bulge, suddenly desperate for some type of friction between your body and his body.
One of his hands strays from your face, wrapping around your back and unclasping your bra with ease. He pulls it off of you, all while still kissing. He tosses it aside and his hand moves to massage your breast.
Your moans become muffled by his lips, his tongue making its way into your mouth. Your hands go for his dick again but he grabs you and flips you so that you’re laying across the couch and he’s on top of you.
A giggle leaves your lips from the swift and surprising action, your eyes meeting his eyes now that he had stopped kissing you.
He starts trailing kisses down your body, starting with your neck and traveling down your chest. Reaching a patch of your victim's blood, he licks a slow stripe over the dark red stain on your skin. You squirm under him, a strangled moan leaving your lips.
His tongue trails back up your body, stopping at your nipple where he grazes his teeth over the peak tenderly.
After teasing your nipples, his lips crash onto yours again. His hands move down your body and he removes your pants and underwear in a single movement. Your own fingers slip under the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down.
Kai pulls his lips from yours, his hand petting your cheek as he lines up with your entrance. You hold your breath, preparing yourself for him to thrust into you.
He never did it nicely. That was his thing.
A sharp gasp leaves your lips as he pushes ruthlessly into your pussy. You were wet, but it still hurt. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, his sadistic smile hard to ignore. He loved the way you sounded when he fucked you.
He felt amazing, as usual. The house was dead quiet save for your moans and Kai’s soft grunts. It was awfully intimate.
Your hips buck up into his, his rough yet passionate thrusts making you unreasonably squirmy. “You’re so cute when you��re sensitive,” he comments, his thumb running over your lower lip. You whimper, your head pushed back against the armrest of his couch.
Kai moves so that he’s kneeling back on the couch. He pulls you down by your hips so that he can resume fucking you. He thrusts even harder this time, his tip hitting into your cervix as he uses his leverage on your hips to fuck you harder.
Your hands move to the cushion of the couch, digging into the material to relieve the tension building in your body.
You had gotten embarrassingly close already. You knew if you came now, Kai would make fun of you for it later. The only words you could piece together were “fuck,” and “Kai”. Making it rather difficult to get your point across.
Kai raises his eyebrow teasingly, his hands traveling over your breasts that move with every rough movement he makes. “Words, little lamb. I don’t answer to unintelligible whimpers,”
“I’m… I’m,” you stammer. “Kai,”
“I love hearing you say my name, believe me,” he says, punctuating his sentence with a particularly merciless thrust. “But I need more than that,” You whine, your back arching off the couch as you writhe around.
Your pussy clenches around his dick, your stomach filled with butterflies. “Please, Divine Ruler,” you finally manage to piece together. “L-Let me… cum,”
He smiles, leaning back over you as he kisses you. “Yes,” he says as his lips migrate to your jaw and to the crook of your neck. He buries his face there, his thrusts keeping a steady pace as he pushes you over the edge.
“God!” you cry out, your nails digging into his back as you orgasm. Your ears ring loudly and the world spins before you.
Kai fucks you through your orgasm, making sure you enjoyed every last bit of the feeling. You finally come down from your high, feeling Kai’s thrusts slow even if he didn’t finish. Panting, you regain your senses as the orgasm washes over you.
Your legs still shake, your body still going through the reverberations of your orgasm. Kai pulls out of you, still hard.
Kai moves so he’s sitting on the couch and you quickly get on your knees in front of him. He holds you by your hair, guiding your movements so your mouth wraps around his dick that was still coated with your wetness.
He pushes your head down onto his dick, only stopping when his tip hit the back of your throat. Kai was a head pusher but not in the bad way because you didn’t care.
He helps you get your movements steady before letting go of you and leaning back on the couch. Your head bobs on his dick, your eyes watering as he repeatedly hits the back of your throat.
A low groan leaves his lips, his eyes having shut as he indulges in the warmth of your mouth. “Fuck, your mouth feels so nice,” he exhales deeply, his chest heaving as he gets closer to his climax.
Tears streak your cheeks as you move your head a little quicker, helping him cum. He finally does, his cum filling your mouth.
Kai lets out a heavy sigh, his head falling back as he rides his high for a few more moments. You pull your mouth off his dick, his cum pooling on your tongue. Kai leans forward, pushing his two fingers into your mouth.
You suck on them, your eyes glued on his dark ones as your cheeks hollow around his ring and middle finger. Pulling his fingers from your mouth, he smiles. “Swallow for me,” he instructs plainly.
With a smirk, you swallow his cum, the salty liquid moving down your throat. He pats your cheek with his wet fingers, a proud look on his face.
“Go upstairs and shower. I’m not done with you yet, little lamb,”
#ahs#evan peters#kai anderson#cult#smut#request#kai anderson x reader#tate langdon#kit walker#fanfic#american horror story
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Part 11: Wattpad Edition
Part One / Part Two / Wom’s Chapter / Part Three/ Wom 2 / Part Four/Part Five / Part Six / Wom 3 / Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine / Wom 4 / Part 10
PREVIOUSLY ON WET SOCK...
“Oh shit,” he said. “Fuck I don’t think we were supposed to let Elmo in.”
“Ohh, right,” Fuck said, their edible also hitting.
“What do you mean ‘not supposed to let Elmo in?’” Rad asked, balling her fists. “What is going on?”
“Well, our musical number got interrupted,” Beluga said. “And the world’s gonna end.”
{insert catchy but mysterious intro}
"The world's gonna end?" Rad asked, raising an eyebrow. Her multicolored orbs watered. "uwu."
"okay but why" Elmo queried.
"Well, we didn't want to tell you this," Beluga said, "but Elmo is--
"Beluga, you're supposed to be in character," Fuck hissed, smacking him with their wing.
"How am I supposed to do that?" Beluga asked.
"Like this," Fuck declared. Their feathers were always messy, but it made them so hot. Everyone at school stayed clear of them, but Y/N couldn't get her mind off of them. But every time Y/N tried to talk to Fuck, she always ended up tripping or dropping something or embarrassing herself.
"Got it," Beluga giggled, his 64 pack glistening with sexy sweat. "Am I doing it right?"
"Close enough," Fuck seethed.
"hey can you tell us what's happening" Elmo said. "i have an appointment with a hot vampire lady with a heart of gold in like an hour. weve been meeting for like fifty chapters and we just made charged eye contact for the first time."
"WAIT I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE?!?!?!" Rad shrieked, tears streaming cutely down her face.
"I'm so sorry babe," Elmo said, running a hand through her black, red, and blue hair that went all the way down to her mid back also she was wearing purple lipstick that matched her violet eyes. "Forgive me."
"Okay whatevs uwu i'll take you back"
"What the HELL is going on here?" Misp shouted, standing in the doorway with a tray of cookies. (AN misp doesn't know that everyone is doing the wattpad thing).
"We're ignoring the lore to dive into a very one-dimensional love story written with noticeably bad grammar and punctuation, stilted prose, impossibly perfect characters and inconsistent plots. Writing like this is of course an important step that most writers go through, as it allows them to explore their creativity and learn the basics of writing. The trouble only comes when a writer is unable to mature past this stage," Beluga said. "Or something idk lol (AN stop telling me this is OOC! This is just my interpretation of the character OWO)
"Is that why you have a 64 pack that glistens in the sun and Fuck's feathers are messy but perfect and Elmo is in a love triangle with our mom and a hot vampire lady?" Misp asked, slowly transforming into the older sibling in high school who is good at sports and popular. "What about Womb?"
"My parents sold him to One Direction for drinking money," Rad said, crying cutely again. Her perfect mascara didn't run down her face tho (AN in this universe mascara doesn't run).
Rad suddenly dropped all of her books. "Oh my gosh I'm so clumsy."
"It's okay, our mom has depression ever since our Dad mysteriously disappeared," Misp said, popping the collar on her varsity jacket.
"Thank you older sibling who is cool and popular," Rad said. "Hey, have you seen Y/N?"
"Y/N?" Misp asked, looking at the camera. "I do see Y/N. Right there."
Rad, and everyone else, looked at the camera. "We see you."
They see Y/N. Y/N can see them. All of them.
"W̷̢̤̲̗̘̝̺̅̒͆̐̋̽Ę̷͉̬͖̝̤̇̽̃̚͝ ̶̡̜͕̳̄̐́̌̃͑ͅS̸͚̘͙͖͗̾̈́̒̆̒̔͌͝͝ͅẺ̵̲͎͎̦́̆͛̕Ȇ̷͔̣̲̦̤̟̙͌͐͋̾͜ ̸̡͇̟͓͎̏̄̾͛Y̷̠̏̽̈̍̋̌̎̚Ȏ̵̢̢͖̜͓̜̩̺̱͉͐̽̈́̍̌̿̚͝͝Ų̸̺͙̝́ ̶̡̟̙̙̱͈̿͐̇̅̇̊̀̚͠Ŷ̴̺̄̈́͐̄̑̒̈́̈́̕/̸̢͈̘̽̽Ṅ̵̢͎͈̣͙̝͔̙̋̎́͗́̀̂"
"Okay, okay, this is getting too weird and meta," Beluga said, smacking the wall and breaking the Wattpad spell. "We need to get back to the plot."
"Oh yeah," Rad said. "Something about the world ending?"
"Yeah that," Fuck said. "It doesn't have to. But it could."
"How do we stop it?" Elmo asked. Before they could answer, Beluga and Fuck disappeared, leaving a single perfectly messy feather in the center of the living room.
#wet sock#relmo#wet sock continues#quarter family#is y/n a god in this universe?#maybe#yes#y/n#wattpad
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Trust - Part 2
Shoto Todoroki x Reader
warnings - explicit sex, swearing
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Todoroki had gotten taller since the last time I had been this close to him. His body also filling out and getting stronger from all the training. Changes that weren't noticeable until I was inches away from him, measuring his body for any new costume changes that might be required. From watching the training exercise I had concluded that putting a mesh suit under his current costume was the best course of action. One that was highly resistant to both hot and cold, to decrease the number of small burns and frostbite he seemed to get from using his quirk at high outputs. The same mesh being impenetrable and good if a villain ever decided to stab the future pro.
"Shinso said you are very good, and that I'm in good hands." Todoroki said, looking down at me as I continued to take his measurements.
"Were you worried beforehand?" I asked, quirking my eyebrow, and standing up. His dual-coloured eyes continued to burn holes in my back wherever I walked around the workshop.
"Is there a reason you keep staring at me?" I asked softly, not mad but uncomfortable with the constant attention.
"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable; I just like watching you work."
"I'm excited to see what you come up with."
Todoroki looked the part of being cool and confident but sometimes the way he spoke reminded me of what an awkward little bean he could truly be. Hitoshi stating that his social skills could still use a little work.
"Well, I'm glad you are excited. I think I could make a lot of cool improvements."
It wasn't a lie, I was excited. Any opportunity to further my career as Hero Support or be in the workshop creating new inventions was always a plus to me. It was the Hero in front of me that I had reservations about. Being with new people who I didn't really know wasn't my idea of fun. Neither was small talk. At least we had that in common, both of our silences falling over us like a heavy blanket, and it seemed that neither of us knew how to escape it.
"Are you-."
"You shou-."
You both said at the same time, looking at each other. A smile crept onto my face as Shoto's cheeks darkened with a small blush. Shoto looked down at his feet, his two-toned hair coming down to fall over his eyes.
"You were saying?" I asked, stepping closer to Todoroki, and looking up into his eyes, trying to keep him flustered, finding his awkwardness cute and endearing. He didn't step back, sizing me up.
We were so close I could feel the heat coming off his body, the proximity causing goosebumps to spread down my arms.
"I was saying you should have seen my first hero suit; it was really bad. Or as Ashido says tragic." Todoroki said, his voice low, his face still so close I could feel his breath. Todoroki was handsome, I would have to be blind to deny it. His features were sharp and prominent, his half and half colouring only adding to his air of mystery. I wanted to test the waters; see exactly how far I could push him.
"I have a feeling you could wear a sheet and still look good." I stated. Dropping back down in front of him and measuring his inseam.
"You think so?" Todoroki asked a smirk plastered across his face as he looked down at me.
"If I wanted to see you naked I think I know just how I could make that happen." I said.
Despite my brave statement I still blushed as he looked down at me still, his eyes never leaving mine.
"I bet you haven't seen anything like this." He answered quickly, leaving my mind racing. The position we were in doing nothing to help me try to get a handle on the situation.
"Are you trying to fluster me?" Todoroki asked, leaning down and putting his fingers under my chin, guiding me back up to stand with him.
"Is it working?" I asked, a similar smirk falling across my face. Leaning into his touch, his left hand warm on my skin.
"Maybe..." Is all he said, stepping off the platform and turning towards the door, picking up his bag and school uniform jacket as he went.
"Same time tomorrow?" He asked, turning around one more time to look at me, my eyes wide, trying to comprehend the situation. I didn't speak, just nodded my head in his direction and spun around. Heading to the workbench to write down all the measurements I took while it was fresh in my mind. I wanted my mind to be anywhere but thoughts of Todoroki and whatever had just happened.
*
The regular noise of the 3H dorm filled my ears as we all sat down for dinner, various pots of stew and bowls of rice steaming, spread out across the table. The day had ended like any other, covered in grease and staying in the workshop at least an hour later than you intended to only coming back to the dorm when one of the teachers turned off the lights and refused to put them back on.
"Todoroki huh, that's cool. He has a really cool quirk and you're a genius so it's like a match made in Heaven." Mei stated, her hair sticking up behind her goggles and her skin looking just as grease-stained as mine.
I just nodded, scooping rice into my mouth to avoid any real conversation, wanting to be showered and in bed as soon as possible. The exchange between Todoroki and I was still fresh in my mind even now. The intensity of his dual-coloured eyes burnt into my brain.
"Y/N lost for words? I never thought I'd see the day."
"I'm not lost for words; I just don't have anything to say..."
"So you are lost for words?" Mei laughed, swinging her arm around my shoulder, and hugging me close. I was grateful that I had found her, other than Hitoshi she was my first real friend, bonding over our love of machinery and design. She was quick to call me out on my bullshit when I needed it and quick to be a shoulder to cry on. On top of that she was a genius who always had insight into whatever project I was working on, helping, and lending advice whenever necessary. If you looked up mum friend in the dictionary she was it. If your mum stayed up all night, had big boobs, ran on coffee and had a steam punk obsession.
Ding
Sen – Hey, how was your day? You busy tonight?
Even the way he typed was perfect, down to the last comma. I wished that Sen could be anything other than someone I fucked around with but the feelings one should have just weren't there. I often wondered if I was keeping him from someone, someone who could return his feelings. Someone who deserved to receive nicely punctuated text messages over dinner wondering about how their day was.
Y/N – Your room or mine?
*
His grip on my waist was so hard I thought it might bruise, but that was an afterthought as I felt Sen thrust up into me, filling me up and hitting the spot inside me that caused a knot to grow in my stomach, a sign of my impending orgasm.
I looked down at him, his eyes closed as his head was thrown back, his face was cute in this situation. Different from the handsome angular face he usually wore. His brown hair was stuck to his temples, our bodies sweaty from the activities we were currently partaking in.
"You feel so good." Sen moaned out, his mouth starting to kiss up my neck, his handing snaking around and holding the back of my head and neck. Holding me somewhat steady as I continued to ride him.
We both picked up the pace, chasing our orgasms as the sound of skin on skin rang out throughout the room. He kissed me, hard. All teeth and tongues. Both of us coming together with a loud moan. I slumped into him, his arms circling around me pulling me closer as we both caught our breath. I wished I hated him, I wished I didn't care about his feelings. He was comforting, it was times like this that I really wished I could like him how he wanted me to. How he deserved.
I rolled off him, planting my feet on the ground, walking around the room looking for my clothes that had been thrown around the room. I heard Sen shuffle behind me, taking off the condom, tying it off, and throwing it in the trash can by the door.
He came up behind me, I could feel his presence looming over me like a ghost. He reached out and touched my side as I pulled my jeans back up and clipped my bra up.
"You don't have to go." Sen said quietly, almost a whisper. There it was, the words that had the power to cleave my heart in two. Not for my sake but for his, at every turn I was reminded how bad of a person I was, I reminded myself that no matter how nice people were to you or how good it felt when they were inside you, nothing ever really lasted, and the people who claimed to care the most were always the first ones to leave. Why couldn't Sen see that? Romantic relationships were a distraction which I didn't want to get myself involved in and neither should he.
I turned and took the shirt from him that he held out, slipping it over my head. Collecting the last of my things like my phone and shoes and stopped in front of him once again.
"I'll text you later." I said softly, stepping up onto my tiptoes and kissing his cheek. Not looking back as I left his dorm and made my way to the elevator. Praying that all his classmates and Mr. Vlad were asleep.
I made it out of the 3B dorms without any fuss, no hero students, or pro heroes in sight. Thank God. The night air was cool and made the walk back to my dorm quite pleasant, I wasn't in a rush, taking in everything around me. The students jogging around the grounds and the dorms that were lit up with life. The 1st years loudly yelling and laughing, no doubt getting used to dorm life.
I came to a stop outside the 3A dorm, contemplating visiting Hitoshi knowing that regardless of the time he would be up and if he weren't he would wake up for me. I wanted to talk to him, but I also didn't want another weird almost lecture like he gave me the other day. It was hard to talk to people who knew me better than I knew myself sometimes because there was never any hiding. There wasn't anything that I could hide from Hitoshi, even if I tried.
Just as I was about to move on the large doors of the dorm swung open, a very pissed Todoroki stepping out, being followed by an equally as pissed Momo Yaoyorozu. Without thinking I ducked behind the nearest bush and hid. Not meaning to spy on their conversation but also not wanting to look like a creep who snuck around other people's dorms at night.
"I honestly don't know why you are being like this Shoto. Just get over it and we can go back to how everything was." Yaoyorozu said in the distance.
"It was almost 2 years ago; I don't want to do anything with you. Even if I did want any form of relationship with you I definitely wouldn't want it to be like how it was back then." Todoroki replied.
Both of their voices distant, further enough away from the dorm so their classmates wouldn't hear but not close enough to me that I could hear all their conversation.
"That's a bit harsh. We should be together. Both of our fathers think it's a good idea."
"When have I ever given a fuck what my father thinks?"
"Shoto, don't be vulgar. You have been hanging out with Bakugo for too long. He has started to rub off on you."
"I don't want to have this conversation with you anymore Yaomomo, I've said what I had to say, it's you that keeps bringing it up. I won't be getting back together with you, I won't be sleeping with you anymore and I won't even consider it just because our stuck-up scum bag fathers think it's right!" Shoto yelled loudly, there was no doubt that everyone in the vicinity had heard.
Yaoyorozu stomped her foot and pouted, turning on her heels and walking away.
"Well, I still have your cashmere sweater! I'm keeping it!" She shouted over her shoulder.
"Yeah well I still have your virginity, so I guess you win some you lose some." Shoto said back, causing Momo to huff and walk back towards the large doors. I chuckled at his statement, this Shoto vastly different from 1st year Shoto, different again from the Shoto that was in your workshop earlier today.
Yaoyorozu didn't look back as she entered the dorm, leaving Shoto Todoroki standing in the moonlight, looking even more ethereal than usual. If it were even possible.
And me, standing in a bush looking like a creep.
#shoto todoroki#shoto x reader#mha x reader#sen kaibara#kaibara x reader#bnha#shoto smut#todoroki x reader#bnha fanfiction
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killing eve 4x03, part three here we go again.
gets nervous seeing the villaneve panel.
VILLANELLE BABY WHAT ARE YOU DOING. ohhhhh shit the character titles are back. this gives me s2 separated apartment vibes.
the blood soaked clothes??? so they really do share a braincell.
why does eve love these fish so much....... beloved but why. "Oh." BAHA EVE love how she just refuses to question. she looks so amused lmao,,,,, "why don't you ask jesus" i Love them. i Love them. SHE JUST UNDRESSES?? this is such them behaviour i love them,,,, she's just ignoring her. oof. OOF. money??
she looks so shaken what HAPPENED to them my word
"not my job" Babe. are we sure
i love how she absolutely doesn't care about the logistics & wants to just be her adventurous self. Why is eve wearing the hat. love her
THEY'RE DOING ROCK PAPER SCISSORS???? AND SHE IS SO FUCKING DEVOTED BAHA I LOVE THEM FOR THIS
will admit yusuf is a weird ass character but i love his supportive informative himbo vibes.
pam....... is so morbid. i feel mildly blegh but this always happens to me w visual media, somehow i can do it irl?? / i do not envy her position though :[
nobody else "claimed".....? carolyn is so very dedicated i can tell what Game this is.
VILLANELLE??? HONEY? did we not talk about the manhandling. she's so very chaotic & this poor man.
"i don't like the way i feel"; like shit. all of the time. i'm not surprised whatsoever. whatsoEVER
IT'S FUCKING...... i thought it was hugo. EVE SAID GIRLFRIEND????? BABE. YES. YES. aw..... wait solidarity. solidarityyyy
eve is at her hijinks again, next thing she'll introduce herself as tallulah.
will note i am worried about funeral home guy and pam. OH SO SHE'S HIS SISTER. OH NOOOOOOOOOO. i'm Worried. the cinematography...
NICOLE?? okay. mysterious; FRENCH. oh she's gonna get her drunk. HELENE BELOVED. pam is like her sidekick but she's very jittery & Oh Pam We're In It Now.
genuinely i'm so sorry for pam,?,,?,,,, is she just gonna become or be reduced to the very same shadow girl that "intrigued helene"?
YOU MEAN TO TELL ME. THAT SHE'S DESCRIBING VILLANELLE?? AS HER GIRLFRIEND?? the unloved song. omW
presumably common for you. keen observation. a rainbow in beige boots indeed! she's utterly lost; mid metamorphosis. what a bizarre comparison.
carolyn........ worry. whenever these close-up shots happen i wonder intensely. i will say the timeline is so odd i'm a lil fearful.
ELLIOT. ELLIOT. ELLIOT >:[
so this is a pattern for the twelve ladies. married women; oh she didn't know his job...... CUBA. CUBA,,,
eve this is such a shot. such a OH VILLANELLE IS THERE?? i'm worried.
villanelle eating at people's places always amused me. IBS?? HEY DUDE HIGH FIVE.
she clearly doesn't love the word psychopath. also yeah questions huh,,, she's the First to not want to be a psychopath? hopeful inDeed.
IT'S ELLIOT?? oh she is running. running. she's smiling? worrying. the arm grip........ oh this closeup worries me. worries me.
MERDE INDEED!!
why does konstantin love life idk if this is even a bad sign or not. who's gonna show up now. the sausage jokes will kill me in one hit.
good for carolyn to know languages! good for them all tbh.
the gut punch to yusuf & their chaos. she's so impatient lollll.
vlad & carolyn definitely have a Thing going on that used to happen,,, and also CUBA. CUBA??
a Colleague called to leave her Number? oooooh. ooh. am loving how eve actively seeks her out anyway. ENOUGH YES
oh yes she Could Have Killed Eve. why are they chilling in sunchairs like this. "yes she's ruined everything." BABE. she wants to have a mundane life w her am sobbing. eve's not beige,,,,, what a sentence.
SHE'S SO TRYING TO REASON W HER OMW. SHE'S SO DONE.
OH HALLELUJAH HE ISN'T DEAD. exactly where's the logic eve she needed attention /j
poor martin honestly,,,,,, they just Leave him there???? pained??? i'm using so much punctuation i'm not even sorry.
scorpion n frog & the hand omw............ oh. oh. she's Noticing. OH NOOOOO. SHE,,?,??,,,, no,,,, eve. eve i'm so upset. the power she holds now though is quite obvious. despite the fact she's literally sitting down. villanelle looks absolutely betrayed & i'm waiting for the look on eve's face to morph..... there we go.
oh Helene And Konstantin. they're buddies??
PLEASE DON'T MAKE EVE AND HELENE A THING I'M BEGGING.
i'm so upset about villanelle,,,, this had better pay off. you can't tell me that she always thought she "should've done this when we first met" like You Mean To Tell Me.
sighs indeed.
>>>
oh VILANELLE AND CAROLYN.
#killing eve s4#killing eve spoilers#killing eve#killing eve s4 spoilers#killing eve 4x03#blue rants#blue watches#liveblog#villaneve
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Operation: Baby Talk [1/3]
Hizashi pounds his fist against the mahogany door rapidly while Shouta and Oboro stand behind him, Shouta with his standard bored expression and Oboro with shifting, anxious feet. Beside them, a small white cloud floats drowsily with a small grocery bag full of chili bean soup and medicine inside it.
Unlike the three boys, Nemuri is already living alone in a small apartment complex a few streets away from UA High School, working two jobs to keep up with rent and her own chaotic interests. Although her independence gives them a great place to hang out to play video games on weekends, it also draws most of her attention away from them most of the week. Despite this, Nemuri has always been a punctual, upstanding student who turns in her homework on time and always makes room for friends. Nothing has ever stopped her before, and it still amazes Oboro to see her act like such an… adult.
Bottom line: Nemuri is a busy bee and it’s not uncommon to not see her for days on end. What is uncommon, however, is discovering she hasn’t been at school or internship for the past three days and apparently called off work for the next two weeks.
This knowledge has been bothering Oboro nonstop. Is she okay? Did she get hurt while on patrol with His Purple Highness? Did she get sick? Is she all alone? Her parents live in Saitama Prefecture, a whole three hours away from Musutafu. If she is sick, knowing Nemuri and her stupid habit of hoarding her burdens to herself, she didn’t tell them or anyone else. Oboro knows for a fact she didn’t tell him, Shouta or Hizashi; the only reason they know of her strange absence was through Iida Tensei, who Oboro shares his math class with.
“Oh, she called His Purple Highness and told him something came up and that she wouldn’t be coming in for a while,” Iida had told him casually. “Why? She didn’t tell you?”
It pissed Shouta and Hizashi off that Nemuri wouldn’t let them-- her best friends-- know about her getting sick, but it just worried Oboro. It took a lot of convincing, but he managed to drag them with him to the local grocery store, grab Nemuri her favorite soup and some medicine, and come all the way over here. Shouta and Hizashi kept on glancing at Oboro strangely and whispering to each other, but Oboro doesn’t understand why they would act so weird about it. He’s Nemuri’s friend! Friends are supposed to look out for each other, right?
“Nemuriiii!” Hizashi shouts through the door between rapid knocking. “I know you’re in there, I can smell hoe for miles! Open up the mcfuckin’ dooooorrr!”
Shouta lifts an unamused eyebrow at Hizashi. “Dude, what the fuck?” he deadpans, and Hizashi glares at the ravenette from over his shoulder.
“We’re friends! I’m allowed to call her a hoe.” Hizashi turns back to the door. “Nemuri! Open the DOOR!” He emphasizes “door” with a high pitched shriek, and Oboro shoves his palm into his face to stifle his snorts.
“You guys are both assholes,” Shouta grumbles, though it’s obvious he’s smiling.
The door swings open in a quick arc that slams into Hizashi’s forehead with a comical bonk. Nemuri is standing in the doorway, clad in her pajamas with baggy pink sweatpants and a white tank top with spaghetti straps. Her red glasses sit on the bridge of her nose, her deep indigo hair tied up into a short messy bun atop her head, and her tired blue eyes glare at the boys with exhausted irritation. Seeing Nemuri without her usual playful smile is surprising in and of itself, but Oboro’s sky blue eyes widen at what she’s holding against her chest with one arm.
A small baby dressed in a cute little sailor suit is leaning into her chest, snoozing quietly with one thumb in his mouth. He looks like the splitting image of Nemuri, with a matching mole under his right eye and pale skin. The only thing that differs from her is the baby’s hairstyle, which is short and curly.
Nemuri releases the door knob and readjusts her grip on the baby, still glaring at the boys. “What the fuck, guys? You couldn’t even call in advance?” she hisses at them.
Shouta and Hizashi stare between Nemuri and the baby, speechless, while Oboro’s brain turns like slow moving gears. After a solid three seconds, he suddenly utters a horrified gasp that attracts the eyes of all three friends. “Nemuri! You were pregnant?!” he shrieks.
The accusation breaks the shocked spell in an instant, and suddenly Hizashi is lying flat on his ass, howling with laughter. Even Shouta ducks his face away, trying to stifle his giggles; Nemuri narrows her eyes at Oboro pointedly.
“Oh yeah, I got pregnant and gave birth in three days. Of course I wasn’t pregnant, dipshit.” Nemuri readjusts her grip on the baby again, holding him up a little higher. “This is my older sister’s kid. Say hello to baby Haito, everyone.”
Not knowing what else to do, everyone waves at the little baby, and the baby lifts his head drowsily. When he opens his eyes, Oboro is surprised to find the baby’s eyes are a light blue that matches the hue of the sky above, with faint freckles dusting over his cheeks. Upon seeing the newcomers, the baby fusses anxiously and buries his face in Nemuri’s bust.
Nemuri’s attitude changes in an instant, from tired and angry to worried and tender. She lifts one hand to gently pat the baby’s back and she rocks him from side to side. “Shh, shh, shh. It’s okay Haito-baby. It’s okay. Auntie Nemi’s here. You’re safe with me,” she coos into his hair, and the baby’s whines quiet down. Her voice is so soft and gentle it warms Oboro’s heart just by hearing it, and he can tell Hizashi and Shouta are just as shocked by her motherly tone.
After the baby quiets down, Nemuri lifts her head to peer at her friends, suddenly tired all over again. “Sorry for being a bitch, guys. My sister and her boyfriend had to go abroad for some job interview in South Korea, and since my parents think her boyfriend is a deadbeat, they want nothing to do with him or the baby. So she gave Haito to me,” Nemuri explains, punctuating her words with a tired sigh. “I’ve had, like, no sleep for the past three days. Damn… and my rent’s due next Thursday…”
Shouta and Hizashi look between themselves, unsure of how to react. Only Oboro is willing to meet Nemuri’s eyes, and worry pangs to life in his chest at the dark bags under her eyes. “When will they be back?” he asks her.
“Hm? In about two weeks, I think,” she says, and Oboro can almost feel her invisible walls rising, guarding her from their worry. “Don’t worry, guys. I’m fine. I’ve pulled all-nighters before, this is nothing.”
“You weren’t taking care of someone’s kid, though,” Oboro gently protests. “Have you been eating anything? Anything at all?”
Nemuri pries her eyes away from his concerned stare. “I had a protein shake yesterday,” she replies stiffly.
Oboro’s brows lower into a frown. “For breakfast or dinner?” he presses.
Nemuri sighs. “Breakfast…” she mutters in response, then quickly shakes her head as a wobbly smile forces its way onto her lips. “It’s nothing. I mean it. You guys don’t have to worry about me.”
Oboro is already shaking his head. “That’s bullshit,” he tells her, and when he sees her shoulders haunching defensively, he quickly adds, “I know you can take care of yourself, but as your friend, I still worry about you. I mean, look at you! You look like you could pass out any second now!”
“I’m fine,” she replies, her tone harder this time.
Oboro stares at her incredulously. Why can’t she just let them help for once? She has it in her mind that she has to be the strong one, the responsible one. Why can’t she see that she’s a kid just like the rest of them? It frustrates him to no end, yet in the depths of his exasperation, an epiphany comes to mind.
“Why don’t I help you take care of him?” he offers, and his friends’ eyes fall on him in surprise.
“You? Help me? Take care of… a baby?” Nemuri echoes, her words slow and meticulous as if she were taking her time tasting a treat, figuring out whether she liked it or not. She glances down at the baby in her arms, then to the small cloud floating beside the taller boy, eyeing the small grocery bag full of medicine in particular. Oboro has never seen her look so… anxious before.
Assuming she’s just not used to being offered help, Oboro goes on cheerfully, “Yeah! I have a little brother, remember? I’m a pro at babysitting!” Something about his words is bothering him, the reason flapping seamlessly in the back of his mind, though Oboro can’t pin down why. He just smiles joyfully at her, hoping his smile is convincing enough.
Finally, Nemuri sighs. “Come around six tonight,” she tells him, her tone strange. “Haito usually gets fussy around dinner time.”
Oboro flashes her a thumbs up. “Bet!” he cheers.
Nemuri smiles at him, and Oboro’s heart gives an unexpected beat; somehow it feels different from her usual broad, gleaming smiles. He doesn’t have enough time to decipher it before Nemuri quickly bids them goodbye and closes the door, disappearing back into her apartment.
A long beat of silence passes between them, and Oboro doesn’t dare move his eyes away from the front door. He can feel the hot stares of Shouta and Hizashi on his back, pinning him in place like a butterfly on a bulletin board.
“Holy fucking shit. Did you just…?” Suddenly, Hizashi’s face splits apart into a bright smile, and he latches his arms around Oboro’s to shake rapidly. “Dude, I can’t believe you did that! You’re so smooth!”
Oboro blinks at him owlishly, still not comprehending what just happened. The flapping in the back of his mind is deafening, now. “Eh? What’d I do?” he asks.
Hizashi laughs loudly. “Don’t play coy with me, bro! You totally went, ‘fear not, my love. Even if this child is not mine, I shall support both you and the baby!’ That was so domestic it made me blush!” he squeals.
The puzzle pieces finally fit together in his brain, and a blush hits him with the speed of an oncoming train. Suddenly, he remembers the faint blush on her cheeks, and the tender pull of her smile. Although Nemuri is the type of person to extend a helping hand out to anyone in need, she rarely accepts help from anyone else. In spite of that, she’s letting him help her with taking care of her sister’s baby?
Oboro has no idea what expression is on his face right now.
“Oboro.” Shouta’s stern voice reaches his ears, grounding him before his brain could float into the sky like a balloon. He slowly turns to face the ravenette, and finds Shouta watching him with dark, serious eyes. “Do you have any idea what you just did?” he asks, his tone flat.
Oboro blinks slowly, his brain slow and muddled yet filled with thoughts moving at the speed of light. “I… said I’d help wit’ da baby…” he murmurs dumbly, the words feeling alien on his tongue. Shouta sighs.
The trio finally gather their wits and begin walking away from Nemuri’s doorstep. Oboro is suddenly thankful her apartment is on the first floor; he doesn’t think he has the motor skills to walk down stairs right now. “I know you said you have a little brother, but it’s been seven years since you had to change a diaper. Do you think you can handle this?” Shouta asks the taller boy, and Oboro wrings his hands together tightly.
“I mean, yeah, why not?” he replies, more so to convince himself. “Between me and Nemuri, how hard can it be?”
#Bnha#Bnha Vigilantes#Mha#Kayama Nemuri#Shirakumo Oboro#Aizawa Shouta#Yamada Hizashi#Shirakumo Oboro x Kayama Nemuri#CloudNight#Shirayama#Bnha Midnight#Loud Cloud#Eraserhead#Present Mic#Haha fuckers I told you I won't let this ship die
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