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idcbabyialreadylostmymind · 9 months

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GoGo Dancer

Pairing- OPLA!Sanji x reader

Summary- After a hard day Sanji goes to see his favorite dancer.

Warnings- afab reader, oral (fem receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, orgasm denial (once), hints that this has happened before, hints that Sanji ignores reader 🙄 that should be it

a/n- if you hate it move on peace and love 🫰🏼

Sanji just couldn’t help himself, relishing in your beauty knowing the only reason you use it is to get money. Your hips moved along with the beat song as your body shined on stage demanding all eyes in you, no less.

Zeff had thrown him from the line for making an absolutely delectable dish that, in Zeefs own words; “A waste of good quality.” So after he was done bussing tables he came to his favorite bar to relieve some stress, to his favorite gogo dancer.

Your eyes scan the room, unable to miss Sanji’s predatory orbs starting you down as your threw your ass around hounds of men whistling up at you. After the song was over, and a minute past closing you left the stage. The men in the audience yell profanity after profanity and other drunken nonsense as you walk off stage. Once you were out of sight Sanji stood from his table quickly taking quick almost robotic steps to your dressing room.

He tightens his tie gripping the door knob and opens the door to find you waiting in front of the makeup vanity that illuminates your features. The ruby red lipstick enunciates your plum lips, mascara and eyeliner drawing attention to your gorgeous eyes, and a blush that adores your skin tone. Oh, how he couldn’t wait to ruin it.

He steps in completely, closing the door behind him. You stare at each other through the mirror. “So,” you begin. “What’d Zeff say this time?” You ask him, taking your styled hair down in the process. He ignores your passive aggression, “Same as always.” He replies toying with one of your golden nicknack probably gifted by a pirate or some such trying to seduce you with the promise of gold, love, pleasure. But Sanji knows the only thing you need for pleasure is right in the kitchen at Baratie.

He puts it down, sauntering over to you, grabbing hold to your neck, he makes you look up at him. You keep your face motionless. “Missed you.” He tipped his head to the side, blonde hair moving along with it. He pulled you a little by the throat, slouching a little as well. Your fingers lay nimbly on his hand making no attempt to move him though. Connecting your lips he kissed you passionately, lips dancing in wild motion, lipstick smearing on his and your mouth. He pulled away leaving you breathless.

The sides of your mouth tip up into a sly smile, “Sure ya’ did.” You reply, tapping your polished nails against his hand. “Want me to prove it to you?” His smirk is almost identical to yours, turning you around in your chair. He strokes your cheek moving a fly away from your face, he gets down on his knees, now at your level. He moves his finger down your skin, over the revealing outfit, across your hip and lap, hand massaging your inner thigh.

Subconsciously, you want to peel your thighs for him letting him do his magic. But, nonetheless he has to pay retribution. Being denied attention when he thinks he deserves it, a taste of his own medicine. “I know, I know.” He rubs your thigh, “I’ve been neglectful, I know it hurts your feelings, but let me prove it to you.” He repeats his earlier statement, truth be told Sanji did hold feelings for you, very strong feelings in fact.

You contemplate for a minute but it’s been a hot minute since you’ve had a really good orgasm, and Sanji makes you a weak woman with his looks and words of persuasion. Your legs spread for him, his smirk spreads into an appease smile. He grips one of your thighs, throwing it over his shoulder he pulls you by the hips closer to the edge of the chair.

You only had the small pearl white slacks that barely covered your bottom and panties to hide you from him. He slowly, excruciatingly slow that you could feel you arousal drip. He hooks two fingers between your underwear and leotard pulling them out of the way together. Once moved he stops eyeing your pretty pussy.

Your wetness glistened in the light, his mouth watered needing to taste you. Yanking you closer he looks you directly into the eyes as he suckles against your clit. Every never ending feeling electrical, licking strips up and down your aching cunt he could feel you mostien against his tongue.

Out of all the things Sanji has made or tried in his entire life he believes you are the most desirable, delicious, most succulent thing that this world has to offer.

He let go of one of the thighs he held down and he moved back to your clit mouth wrapping back around it. He brought two fingers to your awaiting hole, slipping both in and you suck him in greedily. He thrusted them in quickly and gently, his long fingers hitting every single sweet spot. The noises coming from you were unspeakable as his tongue moved gracefully against your flesh, your body felt like it could explode, your eyes scrunch closed, jaw tightening as you felt the coils of pleasure build, and build, and build. He knew you were close, so fucking close.

But, then he stopped.

Why’d he stop?

You open your eyes, frustration and annoyance painted all over it. Before you could say or complain he moves you from the chair, standing up straight kicking the chair out of the way. “What are you doin—“ you can’t even finish your sentence before he has pushed you harshly on the vanity, the few things decorating it falling to the floor. He held the side of your neck shutting you up with a rough kiss, he unbuttoned his slacks pushing them down along with his boxers.

Pushing you head against the mirror elongating the kiss, straining your lungs, he guides his cock to your begging cunt, sliding the tip over your pussy up and down, over and over again. Crying out for him to fuck you he finally slips his tip in. Teasingly he slides in at an antagonizing pace when you try to squirm or wiggle your hips he slams a strong hand down keeping you in place. Once he’s settled all the way in, tip kissing your cervix.

He pulls out almost all the way, his entire cock shining with your wet.

Thrusting back in swiftly he brings your hips down to meet him. A shocked but approving gasp comes from you as he continues to drill into you. Fucking up into you all while he makes your hips fuck him. Pleasure takes you in again, like overcoming waves in a black ocean. Pulling the thin fabric of the tight, white bra-like shirt from over your tits exposing your hardened nipples. Sanji grunts, cock twitching inside your pulsating walls that suck him in with every pull.

Pushing your legs apart farther his duck pushes deeper pulling a whole new sensation out of you. Legs wrapping around his waist bringing him closer, needing to feel his hot body in you. It felt as if you and Sanji held the same breath, the same heartbeat and you couldn't help but relish in it head tipping back as you tried to move your hips along with his merciless thrusts.

Your clit moved along his pelvis friction burning through you. He lets go of your lower body, cradling your face he pulls you into a passion filled kiss, thrust moving quicker, faster, tongues flicking togetherjn a ecstacy induced haze.

And just like that you explode.

Back arching into his chest. Gasping against his lips, thighs trying their best to stay open. Your lungs constrict, walls clamping down, it was nearly impossible for Sanji not to cum right then and there. Your nerves shake in pure, raw pleasure.

A few more sloppy thrust and Sanji couldn’t hold any longer letting go of his heavy load. His vision burned bright and his hold was surely bruising. He rode his climax down, he held you still for a moment, both of you catching your breath.

After you both had your clothes back on you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before he headed out. It’s a repeat of both of you scared of rejection but too addicted to leave.

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generisydtoo · 2 months

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Testing out some designs for my 70s AU!

Notes:

Sakura’s fashion (particularly Shippuden forward) incorporates both movement and style. I wanted to keep that here too, and what better way to express that than a jumpsuit?? I’m also biased bc I loveee jumpsuits and bellbottoms, lol. Her outfit is inspired by this one, though I changed the pattern in the middle to resemble that of a cherry blossom. Her hair was inspired by Donna Summer’s in the movie “Thank God it’s Friday”!

(Remembering when Kishimoto talked about referencing a karate outfit for her shippuden design while also being feminine. I love the idea of Sakura exploring gender through fashion, and I think team 7 would too (particularly Sasuke and Sai, where it’s more apparent).

I chose orange for Ino to 1) add in some color diversity in the line up and 2) earth toned were prevalent in the 70s. I noticed she wore orange as her casual outfit in the anime. I take it that she seems to like wearing secondary colors (or she just likes purple and orange). Her style is kinda more reminiscent of the 60s (I have a lot of Gogo fashion saved to my Pinterest board of her, lol), but there was a good bit of overlap between the eras (which tends to be the case throughout time).

Hinata was low key (high key) challenging for me to style for this au, just bc the aesthetic I originally had in mind felt so out of place in the line up😭. I had to start from scratch and try other styles while keeping it true to her, but I like the outfits I have for her now (all of them weren’t shown here).

Tenten usually wears red like Sakura, but I thought she would rock brown (and I was right), esp since it was a popular color in the 70s (along with other earth tones). Adding her accessories was fun too!

Tallest to shortest: Ino, Tenten, Sakura, Hinata (canonically Ino and Tenten are switched, but I’ll keep it like this for now)

#my art #naruto #70s au #sakura haruno #ino yamanaka #hinata hyuuga #Tenten #trying to figure out the weather/which season this takes place in #artists in tumblr

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cowboylikelyric · 7 days

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crystal (journalist!harry x gogo dancer)

Summary: Harry, a serious journalist, is taken to Club Chrome and becomes captivated by a dancer named Clara, known on stage as Crystal. Despite feeling out of place, Harry's flirtation leads to a deep connection and an invitation to walk her home. Their chemistry intensifies, revealing a side of Harry that contrasts with his usual nature.

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving)

A/N: i know this isn't harry x reader but it was something that i really loved writing and i hope that you guys enjoy reading it. it isn't something that i've ever read before so i hope that you love it. let me know if you enjoy this because i'm thinking about making it a series.

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April 10, 1962

I step into Club Chrome and immediately I feel a heat rush over me. People crowd everywhere around and Will nudges at my back to push me further in.

“C’mon, man,” He takes a grab at my shoulder and directs me toward the bar, “I needed a drink yesterday.” Will wears his shirt barely buttoned and his corduroy flares tight to his thighs. His hair looks like he hasn’t styled it in a week. I look down at my brown suit and tie with my quaffed hair. I’m completely in the wrong environment. I follow William to the bar, not aching for a drink in the slightest.

“Let me get two Old Fashioneds.” He slaps his money on the bar top and turns to watch the stage, or hanging platform rather.

The lights blare on the high stage, twinkling against the dancers. Do You Love Me by The Contours is the soundtrack to the three dancers' moves. Two of the girls stay in cages as they dance to the beat, while one of the girls remains free swaying her hips devilishly. She wears a silver bodysuit with glittery fringe dangling against the very tops of her thighs. She’s electric as she grabs one of the bars of the other girl's cages, slowly dropping her body down it.

William slaps my side. “What a fox, am I right?” He points to where she shimmies in her knee high gogo boots. Will hands me a drink, “You’re welcome, stud.”

My brows pull together in confusion. “And what exactly would I be thanking you for?”

“Getting your ass out here tonight.”

5 HOURS AGO

Sighing, I stretch against the office chair and drop my pen on my desk. I grab my mug and take a sip of my coffee, trying to find any motivation in the world.

At 7:30, I hear my apartment door slam shut, shortly followed by the yell of my best friend.

“Har?!”

“In the office, like every other time, Will!” His footsteps track toward the room until he’s standing at my doorway. He sees my notebook on my desk and that I’m still in my work clothes, his expression automatically dropping.

“Does work turn you on or something?” He shakes his head. “‘Cause I just don’t get your constant need to fuck your social life over.”

I turn my back to him, “Some people like to pay their rent, unlike you William.”

“Oh, my rent’s paid, Harold,” Not my name, “The ladies pay real nice.” He winks at me.

“Even better, “ I smile with sarcasm, “You’re a whore and a jobless loser.” Sadly, this doesn’t even discourage him, instead he just smirks.

“Being a man of the night, while uncommon, is still a job, Harry.” Yeah, my best friend’s a prostitute. Where have I gone wrong? “Besides the point, you need to get out of that chair and go somewhere that exercises your sex life.”

“I’m not practicing your lewd ways, Will.” I drink the rest of my coffee. “And even if I did want to leave the house, I’m not going because I need sex.” Sex wouldn’t hurt.

Will scoffs, “Well, then get your ass up for a drink, you look tense.” I grind my teeth. It’s not respectable to punch your best friend, it’s not respectable to punch your best friend.

“If I go, will you shut up?” A smirk paints his face again. Impossible. He nods quickly. I point past the doorway. “Fine, but get out.”

“Perfect, I’ll be here at midnight.” He slaps his own ass before leaving.

“Jesus Christ.”

NOW

“Whatever,” I scoff. I take a sip of the drink and feel the burn down my throat. I don’t fancy drinking, but I suppose some whiskey won’t hurt. Drifting closer to the stage, I leave Will behind. If I’m here against my will, I’m at least gonna try and enjoy it.

The lady on the stage’s eyes scan the crowd while everyone continues to dance and pay no mind to the beauty of the women on the platform. But when she finally meets my eyes, there’s a spark and my stomach drops. A wicked smile graces her face and she tiptoes herself to the edge of the platform.

She shouts down from her spot, “And who might you be?!” The corner of my mouth ticks up.

“Harry!” I yell up to her. She stops her dancing, which saddens me a bit, but she begins talking to me instead.

“You new around these parts, Harry?! Don’t think I’ve seen ya before!” I can’t stop focusing on the way the light bounces off her incredible body suit. She sits herself on the edge of the platform, coming closer so that we don’t have to shout.

“No,” I admit, “This just isn’t my scene.”

She laughs. “Baby, this is anyone’s scene once you’ve had a few drinks.” She extends her hand out to me. “Clara, but everyone here knows me as Crystal.”

I take her hand in mine and shake it. “Like Clara Bow.” Her smile twinkles.

“Exactly.”

I point to her fellow dancers beside her. “How come they don’t put you in a cage?” This sinister smirk spreads across her face at my question.

“Nobody puts Crystal in a cage.” Just the way she says it sparks something within me, making me want to reach forward and pull her off that stage and take her home. Clara runs her hands across the bedazzled fringe that covers her thighs. “How could I shimmer behind bars?”

“That’s a good question.” I reach and grab the heel of her white boot. “I guess we’ll never know.”

She smiles. “I like you, Harry.” Clara pokes my dimple that makes a rare appearance. “You’re different from these other fellas.”

“Oh yeah?” I hand my drink to her and let her take a sip of it. She hums and nods. “And how’s that?”

“Well, for starters, most of them are the fuzz and they’re all trying to cheat on their wives.” Then her eyebrows raise. “Please say you aren’t married,” Clara grabs my hand, “don’t be all show and no go, Harry.”

I raise my left hand and wiggle my bare ring finger. “Nothing to worry about.” She lets out a sigh of relief.

“Phew,” Clara pretends to wipe sweat from her brow, “I didn’t want to have to shoot you down.” I chuckle and she sets my drink down beside her on the stage. “What do ya say we cut outta here?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be dancing?” She places her hands on my shoulders, beginning to slide off of the high stage. I grab her waist and bring her safely to the ground.

“They won’t mind.” She grabs my hand and starts pulling me further into the club. At some point, I lock eyes with Will and he sees Clara, offering me a wink. When I look back at her, Clara’s blinding me with a smile as she pulls me. “Hurry! Hurry!”

“Why in such a hurry?!” My shoulders keep knocking against others as we finally approach this door in the back of the club.

“Time is of the essence, Harry!” She pushes the door open and the cold air outside slaps us. Clara finally quits her pulling and lets the door shut behind us, leaving us outside. She reaches her hands up to grab my face, pointing it down toward her. “Why haven’t you kissed me yet, Harry?”

My breath catches in my throat. I rest my hands on her hips and press my forehead to hers. “Wasn’t sure you wanted me to.”

“Of course I want you to.” She presses her lips to mine and my tense body automatically relaxes. I pull her in closer by her waist and she wraps her arms around my neck. Her lips taste like cherries, making me groan.

“Taste so good.” I growl as her tongue skates across my lips, getting access to my mouth. She moans against my lips and I feel the sound in my cock. I try to gently back her up against the brick wall of the building, lifting her leg to wrap around my waist as I grind my hips forward. Clara gasps at the feeling, pulling away from the kiss. She has that sweet as sin smile on her face again.

“We shouldn’t do this out here.” She pushes at my chest before sneaking around me and walking forward along the sidewalk. “Now be a gentleman and walk me home, Harry.” Clara looks back over her shoulder. “Maybe you’ll get lucky.”

I jog up to her and wrap my arm around her shoulder as we continue to walk in the cold night. In return, she wraps her arm around my waist.

“So what does a man like you do for work, Harry?” I notice how she likes to say my name at the end of every sentence. It makes me smile.

“I’m a journalist.” When she looks up at me, Clara gives me an amused look. “I know, go ahead. Call me a square. Will does all the time.”

She shakes her head. “No, you aren’t a square. It just makes perfect sense.” She leans to press a quick kiss on my shoulder. “Who’s Will?”

“The bane of my existence.” Her brows scrunch in confusion. I offer her a smirk. “Kidding. Unfortunately, William’s my best friend.”

Clara giggles beside me. “And what does Will do that’s so much more exciting than journalism?”

I clear my throat, not expecting her to ask that question. “He’s, um, a… man of the night per say.” My cheeks burn as if I’m talking of myself. Her brows rise a touch before she bursts out in laughter at the color of my cheeks I assume.

“Why so flustered, Harry?” I watch as she shivers just a touch. I peel my suit jacket off of my shoulders and drape it over hers before holding her again as we walk.

“Not sure.” I look down and her beauty strikes me in the gut. “You just make me so nervous.”

When she tips her head up to catch my eyes again, something in her gaze digs so deep into my soul. “Well, you make me feel brand new.”

“Brand new?” Clara nods. “In what way?” She stops walking and turns to face me.

“No part of you seems to be bothered by my work.” Her dancing.

“That’s because I’m not.” I grab her cheek and bring my nose to hers. “Your dancing amazes me.” Her eyes sparkle.

“That.” She emphasizes. “You’ve just made me brand new.” Clara pecks me quickly before looking past my shoulder. “This is mine.”

I turn around and try my hardest to not let my jaw drop at the house before me. No, the mansion in front of me.

“Yeah, trust me, I get it.” I look back at her and she nods at my expression.

“This place is…”

“I know.” She looks down at her feet. “I live alone.” She pulls my arm to follow her up her driveway. Clara sighs. “Daddy doesn’t really approve of my work, so he pays for me to live somewhere separate.”

“You live alone?” I could never live in a place like this all on my own. Too much of everything and not enough people. She nods softly.

“Yeah, it has its ups and downs.” When we reach the front door she turns back to me and presses her lips to mine quickly in a soft manner before turning back to lead me inside. I feel a flush on my face at her gesture.

“What are the ups?” I ask, not seeing how it could possibly be enjoyable to live in a house this big all on my own.

A wicked smirk spread on her face. “I get to be as loud as I like and no one can hear.” She wiggles her brows in a suggestive gesture.

My cheeks heat as we enter the house and I have to stop myself from gasping. Above us is a large, glittering chandelier and around us is a space larger than my entire apartment.

But when I look back down to Clara, she’s looking up at me with the same expression.

“What?” I ask. She shakes her head with a smirk.

Taking a firm grip of my shirt, she pulls me into her. “Nothing. Now kiss me you hunk.”

And of course I can’t say no. I grab her chin harshly and pull her lips to smash into mine. Clara moans against my lips as I migrate my hands to her hips and then her ass, squeezing.

She sheds my suit jacket from her shoulders before running her hands all over my body, all while kissing me. Clara began pulling me toward the couch, pushing me onto it. Before I know it, she's climbing onto my lap and connecting our lips again.

Clara takes complete control over me, and I can’t say that I hate any of it. In fact, I think that it’s making my cock throb even more.

Her fingers work at the buttons of my shirt as she presses continuous searing kisses on my lips. As soon as she’s got it unbuttoned, she’s throwing it behind her. However, she pulls from the kiss, groaning, when she realizes I’ve got on an undershirt.

“Are you trying to kill me, Harry?” She giggles into my shoulder.

“Never,” I say, sitting back a bit to peel the tank top over my head, tossing it beside me. “Better?”

Clara bites her lip with a smile, nodding, “Much.” She runs her fingers over my abdomen, a darkness tinting her eyes. They run all the way up my chest until her fingers grab at my chin, tilting my head to look at her.

Her eyes are this intense shade of blue that I’m sure only exists in the deep depths of the ocean. They punch me in the gut, rendering me speechless.

Clara smirks at the look on my face, I’m sure. She then takes my hands and leads them to her back where there’s a zipper waiting for me.

“Be a doll and unzip me, would you?” I nod like a helpless puppy, running my fingers over her skin before reaching for the zipper and slowly trailing it down her spine.Once it’s down far enough, I slide my fingers to the straps, slipping them down her shoulders. Clara helps me out, tugging down the front of the bodysuit, rendering me speechless as her breasts come into view.

Her tits sit up nice in front of me, her nipples flushed and hard as I reach for them. “So pretty, baby,” I whisper as I pinch her nipple between my calloused thumb and pointer finger.

A sweet moan leaves her lips, making me yearn for more noises. I lean forward and bring my tongue to her chest, licking my way all around her one tit, still using my fingers to stimulate the other. My lips wrap around her nipple, sucking in hopes of hearing more of her pretty noises.

“Harry,” A gasp leaves her throat as she tangles her fingers in my hair.

“What is it, baby?” I tease before switching my mouth to her other nipple. Her hips have a mind of their own as they begin grinding against mine, causing me to groan against her. Clara uses her hands that are in my hair to pull me from her chest.

Taking them out of my curls, she uses her hands to push herself off of the couch, before pulling her bodysuit the rest of the way down her body and stepping out of it. My cock twitches as I get sight of her fully naked body, the only thing left on her body is her gogo boots.

I reach forward and grasp the back of her upper thigh, pulling her directly in front of the couch. She looks down with a genuine smile, her hands resting on the sides of my face.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whisper.

She snickers, “Quite the language you’ve got there.”

I shrug, “Can’t contain myself around someone as stunning as yourself.”

It was sweet, if you wanted to know the truth. The way we sat here in this comfortable silence after meeting only an hour prior. Sweet and sultry.

Clara takes my hand and pulls me from the couch, before turning her back to me and leading me through her house. It gives me the perfect opportunity to lower my eyes to her perfectly rounded ass. The way she sways her hips as she walks leads me to believe she knows exactly what she’s doing. I can barely pay attention to where I’m going with that thing in my face.

“Right here,” Clara drags me out of my daze as we enter what I assume is her bedroom. It’s a spacious room with not much in it beside a large bed pressed against the wall, an armoire, and a side table. “It’s not much I know, but I don’t need much.”

I look at her with a smile, placing my hands on her hips, and pressing my forehead to hers. “You know, it’s funny that you say that, because neither do I. Just need you in this moment.” And because I’m too impatient, I lock my lips with hers and begin pushing us in the general vicinity of the bed. Eventually we make it there and Clara tips back as her calves hit the edge. She laughs and pulls from the kiss, pushing herself up the bed. I kick off my shoes and shed my trousers before following after her.

She rests back on her shoulders, her chest rising as she breathes deeply. I unzip her boots and throw them beside the bed. I sit on my knees and rest on my calves as I let my eyes run up and down her dancer body.

“Hey, baby?” The word makes my heart jump.

“Yeah?”

She drags her foot down my chest to my boxers that hold back my very evident erection. “M’feelin needy.”

I grab her ankle and crawl closer to her, wrapping her leg around my hip. I offer her a faux pout, “Need me do somethin’ about it, baby?”

Clara nods. I smirk and take her hips, lifting them up abruptly. She squeaks at the movement, soon moaning out as I plant my mouth directly on her sopping pussy. I drag my tongue up her folds, huffing out a laugh.

“Shoulda told me you were this wet, honey,” I mumble against her cunt. Her chin is dropped to her chest as she watches me lap at her arousal. Bringing my lips around her clit, I suck on it making her groan.

“Oh my g- goodness,” Her teeth chatter as she speaks out. The desperate tone in her voice makes me thrust my hips against the mattress, looking for friction of any kind. I notice her hips start to grind against my face, moving them to her liking.

Bringing my fingers to her center, I run them up and down her folds, hearing her gasp. “Want my fingers?”

She nods, insistently, “Mhm!” I press one into her slowly and her back lifts off the bed, arching.

“Yeah?” I give her a second one and she’s squealing into a moan. I allow my tongue to continue working on her nerves as I fuck my fingers into her. Her cheeks are flushing as her eyes begin to shut and god, is it a sight to see.

I curl my fingers inside of her and feel around for the spot within her that will drive her crazy. When Clara gasps out suddenly, I know I’ve found it.

Her legs begin to shake and her cunt squeezes my fingers like a vice. “Gonna cum, Clara?”

“Yes, Harry,” Her eyes wired shut, “Yes!”

“C’mon, baby,” I keep my fingers at their pace, my tongue flat over her clit so she can ride it herself.

She lets out a stretched out moan, her back arched beyond belief as her hips continue to grind against my face through her orgasm. It has got to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Her cries only get louder as my fingers continue to fuck her through that high. When it becomes too much, she grabs my wrist, pushing my hand away.

I crawl up over her, softly kissing her cheek then down to her lips. “Feel good, baby?”

She nods and lifts her arms to pull my hips closer to her. “Very good.” Her sneaky fingers tug at the waistband of my briefs.

I pull my face back a touch. “What’re you up to, crazy?”

Clara bites her lip, trying to hide her suspicious smile. “Wanna make you feel good.”

I grab her wrists and pin them above her hand, placing my lips beside her ear before whispering, “Oh, trust me, I’m gonna feel real good when my cock is drowning in your pussy.”

She gasps into my ear, but when I pull back to watch her face, she’s got a wicked smirk on. “Such naughty things you say.”

“I’m a journalist, baby.” I smile. “Wide vocabulary.”

I peel my briefs down my legs, kicking them from my feet. I sigh at the relieved feeling my cock experiences as it’s freed. When I look back up to Clara, she’s got wide eyes and blushed cheeks.

“I- I, uh,” She shakes her head, “I don’t know if that’s going to fit in, um, me.”

“It’s okay,” I bring my hand to my cock, giving it a few strokes with my that’s soaked in Clara’s arousal, “We’ll make it fit.”

She gulps in the way a cartoon character would, where you can watch the bump travel down her throat. I run my opposite hand up and down her hip.

“Relax, baby,” I kiss her cheek again.

Clara nods and brings her hand in front of her face, spitting on it, before wrapping it around my cock to join my own. A deep groan travels up my throat as she squeezes it slightly.

“Perfect,” I growl, “You’re perfect.”

She shakes her head, “Not a singular person is perfect,” Clara brings my tip to the mess of her wet cunt, dragging it through it, “But together, we could be perfect.”

She lines me up before I nudge my hips forward, slowly feeding my cock into the tightness of her pussy. Her jaw drops as she lets out a sound I haven’t heard from her yet.

“Fuck,” I whine out as I continue to slip into the wetness of her. Her arms reach up to rest on my abs while her legs wrap around my waist.

When I give her the last bit of my cock, submerging myself fully, her nails dig into my abdomen and her voice turns shaky, “Oh my- you’re so deep.”

I took a firm grasp of her hips and started to give her gentle thrust, not trying to overwhelm her too quickly. But, god, was it hard to hold back.

“You feel so good, baby,” I whisper beside her ear, “Nice and wet for me, squeezing me just right.”

Her face screws up in pleasure as she whines, “More, please.” And of course I can’t say no to her.

I pull my hips back until all that’s left inside her is the tip before thrusting back into her. She cries out, her hips grinding up to meet my thrusts. I move one of my hands to her ass cheek, giving it a tight squeeze as I give her harder thrusts.

Clara starts laying kisses on my neck, her tongue dragging against the spot beneath my ear, making me growl, “Driving me fuckin’ crazy.”

She giggles, quickly cut off by a moan, “Good, I like my men wild.”

“Yeah?” I tease, taking the back of her thigh to push her knee to her chest, putting us in a position that allows me to slide deeper. “Well, I like my women tight and dripping so I guess we’re both in luck.”

Her brows furrow as uses her fingers to tweak her nipples, moaning softly.

“Be loud, baby, wanna hear you.” I pick up the pace of my hips and she sure does let go. Her cries grow louder and longer, especially when I reach my thumb down to rub over her clit.

“Oh sh- shoot!” She shouts, squeezing her tits. I laugh at her choice of words.

“Such a good girl, aren’t you?” She nods desperately. “Won’t even swear while I’m inches deep in your pussy.”

She whimpers as I press my thumb firmer to her clit. She also clenches around me and I nearly cum right there. It’s then that I think about the fact that I’m fucking her bare. Fuck.

Clara’s walls continue to flutter around me, signaling to me that she’s going to cum again. So I keep my pace steady and keep pinching at her clit.

“I’m gonna-“ Her eyes squeeze shut and her fists clench beside her.

“Give it to me. And I want you screaming my name when you do.” And scream she does. We may be alone in this huge mansion but I’m sure someone miles away could hear how loud she’s being.

“Harry-“ Her thighs start to shake and I feel a certain feeling climb up my spine as my thrusts begin to lose rhythm. Her back arches as high as it can with her knee still to her chest as I continue to pound her through her high.

“That’s it, baby,” I talk her through, feeling as my high starts to make its way to the surface soon after hers. My chest rises and falls as I try to control how fast it comes on to me. But it has been months since the last time I had sex, and my hand can only get me so far.

When her orgasm recedes, I pull out of her, giving my cock the proper strokes as she lays there is a post-orgasmic bliss. “Where do you want my cum at, darling?” She’s a bit slow to answer, saying nothing, just opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out. My cock twitches in my hand at the sight in front of me. “In your mouth?”

She nods with a smile on her face, tongue still out. I grab the back of her head and lean her face closer to my cock. She touches her tongue to my tip as I stroke it and something about the way she looks up at me with a sweet look in her eyes has me done for.

“Shit, Clara,” I groan as I shoot ropes of cum onto her tongue. She snickers as I do and it drives me insane. I milk out every last drop into her mouth and watch as she enjoys every bit of it. I tap off any last drops then pull away as I start to slowly soften. Clara closes her mouth and swallows my cum before smiling. I lazily lay my body on top of hers, burying my face in her neck.

She rubs her hands up and down my back, speaking up, “Harry?”

“Mhm?” I barely hum out.

“My leg’s starting to cramp. Could you move it please?” Oh, yeah. I still had her leg folded like a pretzel against her chest.

“Shit, yeah. I’m sorry I didn’t even think-” I pull away from her, an embarrassing flush coating my face as I let her leg down to hit the mattress. She gets a smitten smile on her face.

“It’s okay,” Clara reassures, “Don’t get all shy on me now, you’ve already done me in.” That is what I’m going to guess is her clean version of saying I’ve already fucked her.

“I know,” I put my face back in the crease of her neck and shoulder, “Just feel like such a square around you.”

She laughs, “Nothing about what you just did to me was square, Harry. And maybe I like squares. Did you ever think of that?” I shrug, wrapping my arms around her waist to pull myself closer to her.

“Explains why you brought me home.” She scoffs, but doesn’t continue the conversation any further. We bask in this comfortable silence for a good while. A romantic silence even. Clara has her hands in my hair, massaging my scalp, and I have my hands rubbing her hips. How come I’d never experienced this before? Every other time I’d been sexy with a lady, she’d kick me out immediately, embarrassed, I assumed. But Clara was in no rush for me to leave.

“I’d like to see you again, Harry.” She breaks the silence. “I’d like to see you a lot.”

I huff out a chuckle, assuming she’s joking until I hear no laugh from her end. I pull my face from her neck to look at her. “You serious?”

She bristles at my question. “Of course, I’m serious. I’m no jokester.”

My brows furrow, “Well, why’d you wanna see me again?”

She rolls her eyes as if it’s obvious, “Because I told you, you make me feel brand new. Like I-” She takes a deep breath, “Like I can be who I wanna be.” She bites her lip, getting visibly nervous.

“Shouldn’t everyone make you feel like that?” I ask.

“They should, but they don’t.” She frowns.

I close my mouth and stare into her eyes. I run my hand up to her cheek, brushing hair from her face. “Then, yes, I’ll see you again. I’ll see you a lot.”

A bright smile takes over her entire face as she plants a peck on my lips, “Cool.”

I nod, “Cool.”

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Go Go Dancer: Firecracker (One-Shot)

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Summary;; You go wild on your 21st birthday and end up faking to be a gogo dancer in your neighbour's party, living a double life for some hours. It seems love at first lap dance with Ellie, but would you, as yourself, be as intresting to her than the dancer she had the opportunity to kiss once? Also, nobody has to know! You have a reputation to mantain... Destiny seems to push you two in the same space, maybe being honest won't be bad or is better to shut up?

n/a: I havent checked for any misspelling, once the work is finished, I will edit everything! I hpe you guys enjoy this one, I'm trying to make it rom-com but I'm a sucker for angst too so I don't promise no sad things... leave a comment if you want to be on the tag list

The hard liquor went down your throat burning it and it kept coming until you started to almost choke. You stopped your friend, Eileen, from pouring more drink.

“Enough, I am supposed to dance, no? I should be able to move in my two feet as a human not a baby giraffe”

“Yeah but you’re so tense, babe! I need you to be on fire tonight, today’s your birthday” She laughed leaving the bottle on the table and going to the mirror to finish her makeup.

Today was your birthday number 21 and you planned on getting wasted even though you would never, but one night was one night, nothing wrong with it, right? You even played dress up as a modern cabaret girl, platinum miniskirt with silver stars, white corset with silver detail, a white wig bob style and a white boa.

Just to make it more spicy, you girls were going to wear a mask too just in case the alcohol made you do wild things, you have to protect your identity. Eileen wore something similar as you but in fucsia, you were kind of jealous you did not think of that colour first but the white was beautiful too.

“Hey, what’s going on on the next door?”

“Oh, finally someone moved there, I think they’re having a little party”

“Are they cute?”

“How would I know? They moved this morning when I was in my birthday brunch with my parents” You shrugged grabbing your bag with you phone, some money, Marlboro golds and a lighter. All a girl needs. “Can we go? The rest of the group is already on the club”

“Whatever, let’s go” She opened the door and started walking towards the elevator. You locked your apartment looking for a moment at your new neighbour’s door, the music was for sure loud and it sounded as if it was full of people.

Once you were out of the building, you knew there was no turning back, you were finally and adult legally and you could do so many things, that you already did but without feeling that you would get caught. The club was on fire that night and of course everyone’s attention were on you and your friends, all of them dress on the theme, it seems as if you were going to give them the show.

The DJ did not missed the whole night, the bottles kept coming and your energy only increased more, you weren’t tired at all! Even when, in the walk back home, you felt feeling a slight pain on your ankle, but you laugh it off together with Eileen ¿Why did you guys decided to walk? Yes, you too were wasted but not that much…

“You’re walking funny” Eileen said behind you laughing as you tried to focus looking inside your bag for the keys “Omg, girl, the party in your neighbour’s house sounds lit, even more then when we left! Let’s go, say hi!”

“Okay, I am not thaaaaat drunk”

“Your mom didn’t teach you some manners, come one!” She went directly to the door and before you could stop her she ring the bell two times. The door opened showing a tall Asian man raising his eyebrows with a big smile.

“Guys! The surprise is here, go hide Ellie. Hi, I’m Jesse, the guy in the phone” He grabbed Eileen’s and your hand and made us go inside “So, I don’t know how this works, is our first time contacting dancers but we asked only for one…”

“It’s a first timers suspire!” Your best friend, who you wanted to kill in the spot, said quickly, as if she was eager to see how longer could you too pull whatever you got yourselves into.

“That’s awesome, dude! Which one of you is going to dance only for Ellie? Firecracker was the nickname, right?”

‘Firecracker? What on the seven kingdoms am I hearing?’ You thought knowing that Eileen was thinking the same because of the shared look, she pushed you a little bit before she said that you were the girl. The man smiled nodding and put an arm on your shoulder leading you to a white door.

“Guys! Firecracker and her friend-”

“Bunnyhoops” It was the first time you talked since you enter the home and it was only to make fun of her as she was doing to you, and her ‘Really?’ facemade it funnieras she smiled to the rest of the group.

“Man, you girls know how to choose cool names. Firecracker will be given the dance to our shy friend, so let’s give them privacy by putting the music at the max. and partying with Bunnyhoops, Woo!” Jesse opened the door and pushed you in the room. You could hear how they were cheering for her to start dance.

You wanted to run out of the situation but at the same time it seemed funny, you had a mask on and a wig, nobody knew you there, and you had a new identity. The room was white with some poster of bands that you kind of knew, a cute speaker with a phone and a playlist ready for you to perform, cool figurines and cool furniture and also a girl in a chair with her eyes covered with a cloth.

“Who’s that? Miss Firecracker” Her voice was soft, it made you think she really was timid and shy but you couldn’t hold the little laugh when she said miss. It didn’t look as if you too were years far apart but who knew? You cleared your throat and played the music which was very sensual.

Your cheeks were burning as you approached her and slowly untied the nod of the fabric revealing her shiny eyes, you had the chance to see her pupils dilating at she checked you out. She was so pretty, almost your type in a woman, you would’ve need to know her personality in order for her to fit completely. Whatever, you were there to do something, you were there to dance, so you backed up to be in front of her.

You used your boa moving it side to side as you moved your hips the same way with a seductive smirk, you thanked being so obsessed with gangsta’s movies cause they always had a scene with some dancer and you used to copy the movements sometimes. Your whole body moves smoothly, making it seem as if you really were working the way you were nailing those movements.

Ellie was enjoying her gift, her red face was enough to let you know. When her friends told them that the gift was about a receiving a lap dance, she thought they were lying and more at here your stage name but you were very real and very alluring to her. Watching your moves where almost hypnotizing and when you came close to her and she felt your fingertips going from her shoulders to her hands, she stopped breathing for a second there.

The boa that was around your body now was on her neck and you softly pulled, making her stand up, she did with no hesitation, her eyes following you as you went behind her “Today is your birthday?”

Your voice was soothing and you tried to make it sound attractive in her ear “No… uh- I’m just- It’s a party to inaugurate my new home and my new job”

She wanted to slapped her tongue for stuttering but as you were now in front of her she couldn’t take her eyes off yours. The music stopped making you both break the eye contact and look at the speaker, you laughed a little bit looking back at her. “I guess that’s my cue to go, I have finished my job or is there anything else you want?”

Where did that confidence came from? ‘Anything Else’? It must’ve been the alcohol in your system talking “Is too much to ask for a kiss?”

“It’s 50 bucks more” In your head it was a joke, ¡God! If she asked you to barked you would do it right now, but for Ellie it wasn’t as she turned around to search for her wallet.

You were going to rob 50 dollar from this poor girl for a kiss, when you would do it for free, you felt guilty but as she grabbed the dollar, came back to you and put it in the middle of your boob, the guilt washed off, even more when her lips finally touched yours. What a soft lips she had, she was kissing you slowly and you did not know where to put your hands, this was not part of the plan in your birthday day but it was like a cherry on top.

She started taking steps making you back until your back touched the wall, both her hands at each side of your face. Finally, your hands found a place around her hips, touching her belt and pulling her closer to you, she let a whimper when both your pelvis collide, oh, what a sweet sound for your ears.

Everything was escalating and it felt right until she touched your mask almost pulling it up “Woah!”

You laughed awkwardly breaking the kiss and grabbing your mask “Oh, I’m sorry, I got a little carried away”

“No, no, don’t worry” You slid sideways to exit the position you were in “It’s time for me to go, I have more uh- performances to do, yeah, that”

Ellie nodded opening the door and letting you pass first, all with an ashamed look on her. On the living room, Eileen was on top of a table being the life of the party and hyping everybody, she saw you and came down.

“Oh! The main attraction has to leave guys”

“Jesse, pay the more so they can stay” a girl whined hugging your best friend, Jesse laughed going to his jacket.

“If I had more money, I would, it was great and I can see on Ellie’s face, she enjoyed too” The rest of the group laughed looking at the auburn girl getting red and red. “Here, trust I will call again for you, girl”

For a moment you wanted to refuse and Eileen must have seen your face cause she grabbed the money and say thank you, turn around and started saying goodbye to everybody, you only waved at them. As you walk towards the exit door, Ellie followed you behind.

“I really liked the gift, I wish you could stay a little bit and maybe finish what we started” She whispered on your ear and you tried hard to not laugh as if you were stupid because of how hot it sounded.

“I wish the same” you whisper too and give her a little kiss on her cheek before closing the door. You see Eileen with your bag search for your keys “What are you doing?!”

You jump snatching her hand and pulling her at the end of the hallway “What? I want to sleep, we’ve partied enough!”

“I know, but we can`t just enter my house, what if Ellie was looking through the peephole? Let’s wait some minutes and then go”

She snorted but stayed there passing you your bag, finally finding the keys to your apartment. Like you said, some minutes later you two were in the house, tired but still managed to take out the make up and change into some pajamas. What an amazing night, you just had a mini double life.

“She was really cute”

“Who?”

“Ellie”

“Who the fuck is Ellie?” Eileen was tired she barely could keep her eyes open as she texted the group that you girls were at home. You shook your head and close your eyes to finally sleep.

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Someone was knocking on your door, you could hear it but your body felt heavy and your were too. You yawned looking over your friend’s side, she was very awake and scrolling on social media.

“You have to be joking, you don’t hear the knock on the door?”

“Your house, not mine” She simply said in a monotone tone, you rolled your eyes putting on your house slippers, your silk and some scarf for your messy hair. Before opening the door you looked through the peephole ¡It was Ellie!

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck ¿How do I look? Omg ¿Why is she here? Does she know?’ those were your thoughts as you looked in the mirror, you finally opened smiling ear to ear.

“Oh, hello! I’m Ellie your new neighbour, sorry to wake you up” She had the same shy smile as yesterday when you first saw her, she was wearing a formal clothes, maybe she was on her way to work or something.

“Oh, no, you don’t have to worry, nice to meet you, how are you liking the house?” You tried to sound cool, smooth, like the girl next door you were but internally you were so happy to see her more.

“It’s great, amazing views! I hope me and friends did not disturb your sleep last night”

“I wasn’t in my house last night, it was my birthday, so…”

“Happy belated birthday then! Are we the same age? I’m 21”

“I am two! Wow, that’s amazing, well, do you need anything? I mean, don’t want to sound round but it is pretty early to be doing welcoming door by door”

“Oh yeah! Sorry, I wanted to ask you for a little bit of sugar? I did not had enough time to buy a lot of groceries” She explained showing you a little jar with the word ‘Sugar’ in cursive. You nodded motioning for her to wait a moment.

While you were gone, Ellie was still on the hallway looking the inside of your living room, you had nice windows and a lot of light entered making the paintings looks more vivid, she could see your big TV on the wall facing an amazing brown L form couch and a marble coffee table.

Everything looked pretty expensive for her, but maybe you just had a good hand in bargains. Her house was so simple compared to this, she thought it was nice but now she was thinking of changing some things.

“Here” You came back with a big plastic cup filled with sugar “You can keep it, I put some more just in case you were going to need more”

“Thank you, that is too much but I appreciate it, I’ll see you around?”

“Maybe, we could see each other in the laundry room in the basement”

“We have a laundry room in a basement?” She asked opening her eyes in shock, she had no idea of that. You laughed at her cute reaction and nodded.

“I’ll take you one day, it’s a date”

“A date?” Your smile stop, you needed to think twice before talking “I’ll look forward to it”

She turned around smiling and disappear behind her door, you stood there for some seconds before closing the door and run to your bed, you jump almost on top of Eileen, she screamed pushing you off.

“I think I have a new crush and it’s the prettiest girl in the block!”

“You had a crush on the bus driver last week” She said sitting on the bed and looking at you uninterested, you were a hopeless romantic most of the times, so it was easy for you to fix on someone but let the ‘destiny’ do all the work while you waited for the love to happen.

“Ellie was at the door”

“For what?”

“Some sugar and say hi, and she was wearing this formal outfit that made her look so good but it was long-sleeve so I couldn’t see her tattoo, she has this amazing one-”

“Don’t ever talk to me like that, ew” You had a cheesy tone while talking to her, you pouted an hit her with a pillow “If you really like her, you know you have to talk, right? She can’t read minds, so she won’t know if you want something with her unless to tell her or show her”

“Ugh” You got up from the bed and started walking towards the bathroom “I have to go to work, make breakfast, some sandwich and orange juice for me!”

“I am not your maid!” she said getting up from the bed too and walking out of the room, she was going to make that breakfast for you.

You were so happy, If Ellie appeared in your life again so soon, it meant that destiny wanted you two together. Maybe cupid finally hit you and your soulmate.

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stop I love bh6 and there's like no tickle content for it😭😭 I absolutely loved your tadashi and hiro hcs🥹

perhaps some baymax tk hcs?👀👀

or anyone else in rhe gang lmao idm😭

you don't have to do this if you don't wanna!!🙌🏼

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~AN: Fufufu thank you! And I KNOW, it's criminal how little BH6 tickle content there is! I plan on changing that. (⁠◡⁠ ⁠ω⁠ ⁠◡⁠) Guess who got indecisive? I've been wanting to do stuff for everybody anyway, so might as well do it now! Super long cuz I did everyone so be prepared. (ミ⁠●⁠﹏⁠☉⁠ミ) Thanks for requesting Anon!~

🩹Baymax🩺

General:

Robo boy, so not ticklish

He does tickle others though, so ler by default.

Might pretend something tickles just to seem like he gets it or to try and empathize with Hiro

On low battery mode, if prompted, will spill all of Hiro’s worst spots.

Ler:

It feels like a certain someone would have programmed him with a special scan to locate said spots…but shhh you didn't hear it from me.

He believes that the laughter it produces can help boost moods, and according to the Internet, it can!

So a few little medicinal cheer-up sessions aren't a rare occurrence in their group.

As I've said before, he was definitely given some little nails/quill tips that can pop out of his fingers on one hand to tickle his patients

Will occasionally tease, but it's super minimal. He likes to make his lee laugh just hard enough to make them feel better, no more and no less (unless they ask!)

“On a scale of 1 to 10, how would you rate this tickle spot?” “Your blood pressure is rising: that must be why your cheeks are so rosy.” “Most people are quite ticklish here. How about you?”

Amazing aftercare: water, lollies, praise and hugs if the lee wants them.

🏍️GoGo🗲

General:

She gives ler-leaning switch. Like she loves getting her friends, but the occasional squeeze or poke-fest wouldn't upset her

She never lies, so she wouldn't outright deny that she likes it. She would, however, dodge the question or attack the asker until they forget their name.

They'd be a giggly mess in seconds if they press it

Ler:

Such a meanie/hj

GoGo’s got a rougher style, preferring to firmly squeeze and claw her lee's poor spots. Loves seeing their red, dumbstruck expressions as they laugh their heads off.

She can go softer if need be, but definitely prefers belly laughter to giggles

Does tease, though it's in this monotone, observational way. Smug look, dull voice.

“Damn, didn't think you'd be that ticklish here. Then again, I don't think you did either.” “Snorts, huh? That's pretty adorable, just saying.” “It must really tickle if you're begging that much. I didn't hear a ‘stop’, though.”

Lee:

Doesn't happen often, but she will get lee moods. Mainly when she accidentally walks in on a tickle fight.

Not super ticklish, but a select few spots will kill her.

Thighs are her worst spot and get the loudest snort-laughs you can imagine. After that, there's mainly just giggle zones. Sides, underarms, calves, and knees get little squeaks if you've got nails.

If you do manage to wreck her, be ready: she's big on revenge tickles (•` ⁠ω `•⁠)

⚗️Honey Lemon🍬

General:

Switch for sure; I'd say 50/50. She's always ready to cheer up her friends, whether it be by giving or receiving some silly affection (⁠ ⁠ꈍvꈍ⁠)

Super chill about liking it. Honey is honest to herself and her friends about her likes and boundaries. If someone talks about liking it, she'll playfully support them.

(And, depending on their mood, help them with a first proper session)

Lee:

The purest giggles and laughter known to humankind

GoGo can vouch for it: Honey's laugh can brighten pretty much anyone's day.

She tries not to, though she's definitely a squirmer. Will kick her legs and flap her hands to try and keep from pushing the ler away.

Absolutely adores tickle hugs! If she happens to be having a hard day, a few wiggly fingers in a warm embrace will cheer her right up! ♡⁠(⁠Ӧ⁠ｖ⁠Ӧ⁠｡⁠)

Her worst spots are her underarms, followed by her knees and belly button.

Besides that, basically a walking tickle spot; wiggling fingers almost anywhere get her squeaking.

Gets lee moods pretty often; she'll stretch a lot more, and sometimes just sit near GoGo with her arms above her head. Her friends get the message.

Ler:

Such a soft ler, so sweet and affectionate

Will giggle along with her lee, and loves giving out sweet praises.

“Aww, I love your laugh! It's so cute!” “Oh my goodness, your cheeks are the color of my Gum-buns!” “You really like this spot, huh? I'll give it some extra love, just for you!”

She'd be the kind of girl to carry a clean make-up brush specifically for that reason. Drag it along a palm, sneakily flutter it along a sad friend's neck and ears… Opportunities are endless!

Checks in with them every few minutes, just to make sure her lee is still having fun.

“You need a breather, friend?” “It's okay to take a quick break. Don't worry; I promise I'll come right back to this spot when you catch your breath!”

🧴Wasabi🔧

General:

While he's usually pretty touch adverse, he can enjoy tickling. He's just gotta be in the right mood and around the right people.

He gives me heavy lee-leaning vibes; he might tickle someone on occasion, like Hiro.

His friends respect his boundaries, and always make sure to ask before trying anything touch-related with him.

Lee:

When he does get a lee mood, most of his friends can point it out pretty easily. He'll smile more, twist his fingers and flinch at the smallest touches.

It's obvious, but they don't touch him until he shows he wants them to. That normally means a muttered ask, or more commonly, “the look.”

He'll meet their eyes for just a second before looking away, a small blush on his cheeks as he tries and fails to speak any human language. That's all they need to get started.

Even though he clearly asked for the tickles, he refuses to react at first. He's too sensitive to stay totally silent, but he tries.

Bubbly, restrained giggles. He'll bite his lip like there's no tomorrow, curling into himself. It's pretty adorable to watch

Eventually, when he does crack, he just lets himself go loose. Loud laughter, squeaks, and eventually little hiccups.

Worst spot is his ribs, though he melts at his arms and palms being tickled.

Ler:

Again, rare, but it happens.

His lee will almost always be Hiro, though occasionally he'll get Fred if he's being annoying.

He's a soft ler: never wants to go too far. Unless directly asked for, he's gentle and almost teasing with the touch.

He'll mumble little notes as he explores his lee's spots (even if he already knows about them)

“So, your sides are worse than your neck, but not as bad as your armpits? Interesting…” “Okay, thighs are pretty ticklish…oh, a snort. Cute.”

Wasabi knows exactly what he's doing; he just likes hearing the complaints his comments cause.

🦖Fred💥

General:

The most switch energy everrrrrrrr

Like hello? He's so chill on everything; imagine him in a tickle fight! Can either be horrifying or adorable, depending on what mood he's in.

The silly boy would have no problem admitting he likes it! He’ll tease his friends occasionally, abusing his “can confidently say the t-word at any time” powers.

Lee:

Literal walking tickle spot

Any poke or squeeze anywhere gets him giggling and twisting like a little kid. He doesn't get embarrassed by it: he owns it.

Worst spot would probably be his feet or hips. Those get him cackling, though most other places aren't that far of a drop.

If he's in a lee mood, he'll just flop in the closest person's lap and raise his arms. Besides a few eye-rolls and amused chuckles, it seems to work pretty well for him.

Unrestrained, super giddy and bright laughter. Definitely lights up a room (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

Ler:

Most conniving little shit to ever walk the Earth.

He'll wiggle his fingers, sneak little pokes at his friends’ sides, and squeeze the word “tickle” into every sentence.

Favorite target is Honey Lemon. She always plays along with his silliness, and he loves hearing her laugh.

If she's in the right mood, though, GoGo will actually let him tickle her. That's gotta be one of his favorite activities, though it rarely happens.

He'll tease the hell out of his lee. Anything he can think of, he'll use.

“You're a really squirmy-worm, dude. It's cute!” “If I poke heeeere, and squeeze heeeere, then- yep, tickly laughter!” “Man, I wish I had the tickle belt from Captain Fancy’s Special Issue: the Feather Fiend. It'd look so good on you!”

He'll go until they really tell him to stop, but afterwards, he'll take them to their favorite restaurant and have a movie marathon.

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farm-witches-fic-recs · 7 months

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Friends! Countrypeople! Townies! The farm witch community has gathered together again to bring a selection of favorites old and new for your reading pleasure.

Check out these fics, leave the authors some love, and enjoy your days in the ways that make you happiest.

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London, Love, and All it Entails (londonspirit) “Patrick and David’s long term, long distance love affair. Someone mentioned GOGO (Getting Over Getting Older) and this one came to mind: two people are destined to be together but they first have lots to do before they are both ready. I find it both comforting and inspiring.”

Noble Beloved (AWorldOfDreams/@a-noble-dragon) “I love this story so much! The entire Dracotine series to be honest. It’s such a unique spin on our favorite boys and their romance. The longing is palpable. The sexy times are hot as hell. And, yes, Patrick is a dragon—a perfect, snippy, numbers guy of a dragon. 💙🐉🖤”

My misspent youth and my slow decline (@stereopticons) “Only 800 words but it hurts so good. Patrick, David, Stevie, and Alexis each get a devastating moment that ends on such a high. Loved this.”

People like that are the only people here (@likerealpeopledo-on-ao3) “Warm yet complex Brewer family vibes, a gigantic treehouse, and Patrick coming to terms with his past at Thanksgiving. Plus the Roses! Doing Rose things! It’s a fic that helped me see how Patrick developed the flawed communication style he’s perfected and how sublime David is as a supportive partner (housewarming not included).”

Shot glass of tears (@blackandwhiteandrose) “There's just so much good stuff packed in a short fic. David in NYC is a whole mood but the way he feels things and even changes over this little bit of time is crazy. it's sad but it's not. I love that it ends knowing right where they'll pick up in Schitt's Creek.”

Too fast (@grapehyasynth) “I come back to this one all the time. David worrying about this date being wrong for him (mini-golf! who would think David would mesh well with mini-golf!) but realizing how much Patrick is trying, how hot he thinks Patrick is, and relaxing into it and letting himself be charmed while still agonizing over making sure he isn't messing things up with Patrick is so lovely.”

The touch of your hand makes my pulse react (pandorasdaydream) “This new RPF manages to create a vivid world where Dan and Noah are together and it's a world with both love and tenderness but also melancholy and jealousy. Highly recommend if you were one of those fans who did a side eye at Dan showing up drunk and enamored at Noah's London show.”

True Blue series (ayes)" An inventive, sweet & hot early-relationship AU in which David’s escape with Roland’s truck after the events of S1 ends with an encounter with friendly and generous goat farmer Clint Brewer (and his family) instead of the cranky Mennonites…. So David meets Patrick even before he’s worked at the Blouse Barn. The story includes hilarious appearances by the Roses and Stevie, is told from David’s (very anxious) PoV, and is as insightful & funny & satisfying as we all deserve. The series comes in two parts; both are worth devouring!"

Wild and Wooded (@lisamc-21) “This is everything I want in a non angsty AU fic. They meet, tease and banter, find a way to meet again, click boom, and a happy ending. Patrick is so earnest and wears his heart on his sleeve, not to mention those heart eyes. David knows that Patrick has something that he has never encountered before. He wants it, but history has him doubting. Great dialog, great intimate scenes, lovely story.”

#friends of farm witches fic recs #sc fanfic #sc fic rec #schitt's creek fanfic #schitts creek fic #schitt's creek fic #sc fic #david rose #patrick brewer #david x patrick #alexis rose #stevie budd

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k-looking-glass-house · 1 year

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📞📞Hi! Hello! Buenas tardes! I HOPE IT'S NOT LATE but feel free to ignore this if the time passed⌚

First CONGRATULATIONS!!! GOD YOUR DESIGNS ARE "JKNVJNDFSJDKLBVNVJJGVNDFV" [ translation: the pinnacle of aesthetics, good taste and creative design. Are you the deity of sewing and design?] you are a constant inspiration in the Dash!!! go for moreee!!! GOGO! You've got style, that's what all the girls say.🎶🎶 Satin sheets and luxuries so fine!!!🎶🎶

Second, heres is a Sam's sister one of trio 27 LUNA [ 1 - 2 ] I leave it there if you want... AND THANK YOU SO MUCH for this.

AGAIN FELICIDADES!!!!

Hola senorita missie Coco! Buenos dias, tardes, noches.... Bonjour xD!!

Nope not too late, (it's me I AM LATE WITH EVERYONE, I'm trying to catch up!!)

Thank you huh means a lot!!

Awghhrrr stawwwppp it *ghgngoirnginiiuhhhh* Not at all, not at all!! Why are you so kind!.....

Ah ah, I'll try my best!! Let's do our best Coco!!

*Madonna....yay darling!! It's K motivation music when sewing lol, with Jem and the holograms's songs*

Gawwhhh Luna yaaayyyy!! I'm so honoured!! Hope it will be to your taste!!

THANK YOU DEARIE!! YOU TOO ALSO FOR YOUR KO-FI!!

Go check the sweet lovely one Coco with her fine NRC staff fanservice, I mean art!

◾K:"Huuuuuhhhhhhhuuuhhhhhhhh Luuunaaaa-shammaaa!!" ◾Sam (bombastic side eye, criminal offensive side eye):"Holy corned beef, Luna-sama? Sama?? You barely ever called me master, let alone -sama? Oy...K..." ◾K:" Hn? Qui me parle? Who ish talking to me??" ◾Sam: "Tssskk, forget it! After all OLDER needs special treatment gnihehehee!" ◾K:"I have a dressh for tonight event at Subtley! Yesh...I want to party too! Sham too! Let'sh gOOOO! I also have an outfit for you Mashter Sham, "Amo de mi corazoooon"!" ◾Sam *pat pat*: Well come on Barb*e, let's go party! Let's ask Mister Crewel, we need a car! And let's go annoyed Sandra! Gneehihihi!"

... It's glitter...glitter and add more glitter!!

With tinyyyy ref to The Moon arcana, since she already has the dogs as her shadow "pet" familiar!!

"Shine bright like a diamond!"~

Diana Ross vibes, pretty but deadly can kill you with those heels, and strangle you out of the club with the tassles and veil ah ah! *kick those heels on "I'll do it~ Heidi Montag"!*

...Hope it's ok!

Again thanks Coco!!!

Take care!!

#kanswers #k imeart #your baby oc!#ktherabbitissoyappyomgthankyou #Luna S.#“I'll be your hot mess....”

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minumi-chan · 10 months

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Let's do, for the ask game... 22, 32, 37, 51? You can pick and choose as you wish tho <3 There's no pressure to answer all of those!

Hee hee!! Let'sa go!! (Ask meme questions here)

22. Are there certain types of writing you won’t do? (style, pov, genre, tropes, etc)

I've tried my hand a several styles over the years to explore, learn, grow and find my preferred methods. The thing that I consistently try to stay away from is 1st person POV. I just find it so hard to maintain, and I dislike the limited perspective of only that character's viewpoint. I used to write a lot of horror and I do not now because it's not healthy for me anymore.

32. Name three of your favorite fanfic writers.

Only three??? Fuck...... I'm going to stick with my current hyperfixation, TMNT (Mainly Rise) Okay, let's go //cracks knuckles// I'm picking three writers that have consistently made me bawl my eyes out to the point of running out of tissues. I'm gonna be brave and @ people.

@taizi -- Holy shit, some of the most beautiful, heartfelt, emotional, family centric TMNT fic you will find out there. Gawd. Every story Taizi has ever written has brought me to tears. I love 2012 TMNT family because of Taizi's work. And the most recent ROTTMNT stories are just-- I want to hug them to my chest if that makes sense? Go read everything they have ever written, you will not regret it. Bring tissues.

@last-hourglass -- If you have not read Last Grain of Sand in the Hourglass, then please come sob with me over the way Teej so beautifully writes the Rise!family fighting their way to each other and a happy ending. My GAWD the way my emotions have been trampled by this fic. Also Teej makes INCREDIBLE art pieces to go with the story. Brilliant storyteller and artist. //throws a million roses their way

@bluepeachstudios -- Ame is a prolific TMNT writer with so many amazing stories OMGAWD!! I am currently absolutely completely intensely enamored by all things Ghost in the Shell. If you love 2003!Don, THEN OH BOY YOU'RE IN FOR A HEARTBREAKING TREAT!! 8DD But what I love about the story is that there is also healing, and family, and learning to trust again, to love again, to recover from and grow through the hurt. Ghost's history is a fantastical fiction, but the way Ame writes his struggles is so raw and real, and I will forever be crying for my favorite peepaw in the multiverse, Big Papa aka Gogo aka Casper aka Ghost, and rooting for his happy ending. I trust in Ame to give us that in the end. Please also come sob with me over Ghost's stories if you have not already tried them.

37. How do you choose where to end a chapter?

Depending on the story style, I try to choose an impactful moment for the ending. Sometimes that means a cliffhanger if it's the continuous style of story. Others it's trying to find an emotional beat to leave the reader on, especially if the chapter is more self-contained kind of moment. I focus on how the ending line feels a lot, so the chapter closes with a specific emotion evoked.

51. What’s your total AO3 word count?

I had never looked at this before this ask! Apparently it's: 160,872 words 😯

#minu loves tmnt #rottmnt #fic rec #ask meme

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wifediaries · 2 years

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Hi there mimi! I have something of a WSIW request, there's an open day for a university I want to attend next year and I really want to wear something nice and cute! My style inspo is very eclectic bvhvjjv I love the model off duty look, the 2000s video vixens, the new bimbo aesthetic on tiktok, gyaru, 60s London mod girl, Cher horowitz, y2k/mc bling, 90s models, and I won't lie I do have something of a fondness for the coquette look, obviously that's a lot to choose from so just pick whatever would be easiest for you! I will say that I'm loving turtlenecks right now and I'm looking to study fashion and possibly law but idk yet

hiya!

of course i can, that’s super exciting! i think i have some ideas for you.

WSIW: OPEN DAY

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so given the description you supplied, a look immediately jumped to mind. at the mention of you love for turtlenecks, and incorporating a 60s chic with 90s model, and model off duty with a girly and elegant flair — try something like this.

instantly — it’s timeless, simple and classy whilst remaining girly and academic leaning. as you can see for each outfit i have given you choices for shoes depending on how dressed up you feel comfortable with. the gogo boots would really nail the 60s aesthetic down, and whilst the outfit is something simple you’d see on a 90s model, it’s a staple that transcends through many eras of fashion. to pair with little baby pink flats would push more of a coquette look which you’ve made it clear you’re impartial to. this outfit can be adapted with tights or high socks (with certain shoes) if you’re going on a colder day! this is my number one recommendation for you, however i will leave you some other options to pick from if this isn’t your cup of tea.

adapting a cher horowitz style look can be super easy and is sure to look girly and academic! if you’re looking to mix your styles this is perfect, as a sweatervest over a blouse has been popular for decades— but is especially noteable on cher on a few occasions throughout the clueless movie. pink tartan is a must in any 90s/00s loving girly girl wardrobe. if you really want to be like cher, a pair of white mary janes will add a dainty and feminine, bordering on coquette look to any outfit, but if you’re doing lots of walking and you’re not accustomed to wearing something lifted, white brogues or pink converse will do you perfectly!

if you’re not looking to show a more academic side and want to indulge in your personal style instead, the modern bimbo-core look is super adaptable and easy to achieve. this is personally how i dress, and i find it to be fun, flirty and attracts positive attention and treatment wherever i go. the colour combination i see the most in this field is white and pink, but if you’re more of a black and pink type of girl— that’s totally interchangeable. this type of style often is seen paired with some kind of platform shoe, but it’s not a must! this also looks cute with a sneaker or girly flat. my top tip for this is adding any kind of sanrio merchandise to your accessories! whether it be a hello kitty hanging off your necklace, a plushie key ring attached to your bag, or if you have any hello kitty printed item that’s even better.

finally, to make sure all options are covered— to sate your request for a classic y2k / video vixen type of look, i have one word for you: camo! when done tastefully, camouflage can give you that perfect music video girl from the 2000s look! paired with low waisted jeans and gold jewellery you’re sure to reserve your spot as the university it girl. to ensure you’re giving vixen and not fashion faux pas, ensure the camo placement is that of a tube top, or a mini skirt with a white tank top. this way it’s clear you’re meant to be giving y2k, and not army soldier. a baggy camo t-shirt will NOT do!

i wish you the best luck with your university endeavours! i’m sure you will look beautiful regardless of what you wear!

Mimi 💗

#lucacangettathisass #wsiw #fashion #girly aesthetic #mimis guide ♡#my post #fashion advice #y2k fashion #fashion blog #clueless fashion #video vixen fashion

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neilwroteathing · 7 months

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I wanna ramble about my TADC OC bc god damn I'm seeing too many lovely ones and I get FOMO.

Sadly I own no references of the character itself but alas, I wanna make use of this blog ahead of time and lay out ideas I've had before writing the main Google Doc of this character as the bio, since I tend to look to solidly form the OC before writing its bio as a sort of 'finalized version'.

I'll be adding pics of things described when needed since it'll be more fun in that way.

Ladies and Gents!

Say hello to my TADC OC:

Timberly, the puppeteer, puppet and ventriloquist!

I'll start off saying that I wanted to make a clown, since I love clowns, but since Pomni is the protagonist and Kaufmo exists as well- So that's off the table. Following those very rules over no clowns I decided to do the same for the general cast, aka to vary and try not to lean too much on just one aspect, so Abstract (Zooble), animals (Jax duh) Animate inanimate (Gangle, Kinger and Ragatha) had to be only minor showings in the OC itself. So I experimented a little

Something suggested by a friend is to look up 90's toys, which I did try out to gather inspiration. At some point I reached the idea of a puppet, a sort of wooden and yarn style of doll that then shifted to actual wood body, yarn joints and lastly strings to hold up.

This is where the main body of the OC would go, Timberly was the name of the puppet, bottom heavy, rough wood shapes and long arms made to imitate something I kind of wanted to have fun with...

This smug fuck, why? His arms! The idea of wide colorful cylinders for arms, connected with strands of yarn in between down to a pair of simple pointed stubs for hands at the ends made me pretty happy to imagine. Timberly's clothing choice is still undefined but would most likely have either a long dress with puffy shoulders or even suspenders! Overall to not interrupt with the colorful segmented arms using sleeves. Hair? Not sure what it'd be like YET but I am working on it, though it might not be yarn so it isn't like Ragatha's.

Timberly as a name comes from Kimberly, but with Timber.

Second part of the character came off due to the idea of the main body being a puppet, and frankly was too amusing of a concept not to include, to which I want to introduce the puppeteer, Hans!

Hans... Is clearly meant to be like Hands, because it is in fact a giant, hovering toony white glove that handles a wood X made to carry around Timberly. Hans is essentially the movement for Timberly, while she is the physical expressions and body function such as touching objects and possessing some of the core senses. Hans is pretty simple in design due to not being the expressive one- try answering the questions:

'How are you?'

'Where does it hurt?' and

'Where is the heart?'

Without using your body EXCEPT your hand. That's Hans, it can do wavy motion to respond the first one but not much else- you don't need a reference to imagine what Hans looks like.

Lastly is one of the more personally formed parts, third "member" of those that form Timberly as a whole: Gogo!

Brandishing the same name as the character, Gogos are made by Panini, cool little plastic collectibles I remember gathering when I was smoler. Yes some of them look quite weird in shape don't ask- But the point is that Gogo is meant to imitate one of these, and Gogos are tiny, like roughly 5-8 cm or so (Look up how much that's in inches lol) and generally had varying designs, from alien to robotic to animal of all sorts. Gogo is mostly a simple big lower base with small middle body and a big head that imitates the look of a simplified Talkboy, all with a robotic appearance.

Now why would Gogo have a head like this? Simple! Gogo is the voice of the group! But since Gogo is quite small (10 cm tall) and usually sits on Timberly's head and speaks for the other two!

Now that we defined who makes up the character, there's one thing I intentionally made in a way, which was having Hans, Timberly and Gogo be almost impossible to tell if they were separate entities or a single one since in their story, all of them arrived together in one go and appeared to fall in love with the Digital Circus itself in mere moments of appearing.

Sometimes they'd behave like three people, with arguments looking like Timberly making annoyed gestures, Hans shaking either of the two and Gogo being vocal and loud- While other times they all act in one way together, Gogo speaking, Timberly gesturing and Hans keeping them on the move if needed.

Who knows what these three are, if not a single mind that fell into what felt like a dreamy blessing, or three individuals shackled to live as one?

First post using this account again, fun stuff, sorry about the text wall but if you did reach this, hope you liked the concept of the character!

I'll uh... Learn how to segment posts better soon.

#the amazing digital circus #tadc #oc #tdac oc #text post #wall of text #I'm sorry it's so long

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pjulian · 1 month

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Shoreline Cafe - In the land…

In the mood for a latte, american breakfast, and skipping class, I (guiltily) dragged julian to shoreline cafe before (during) class a wednesday morning.

Being one of the only walkable food spots in the cc area, (who knows when sushi gogo will return?) It is a frequented cafe of ours.

Staffed by what seems like exclusively twenty-something college students, Shoreline Cafe usually offers iffy service, but good food.

It’s best feature is easily the view, being literally beachside but nicely protected from the sun, wind, and sand.

Starting with our quintessential espresso, we both got vanilla lattes. Mine oat, of course. Truly unbelievable that julian didn't get a mocha. Really solid flavor, but not jaw dropping. We have previously had their hot lattes, also great. Interestingly, always served in a different style of cup.

Moving onto the mains, i got the two egg breakfast. julian got the chilaquiles. A bit sloppy on the presentation of mine but not a huge concern. I am a huge fan of full breakfasts, i love just picking at like five different things. It's hard to mess up toast, but it was good. The potatoes were also great, cooked well and seasoned beautifully, crunchy but soft inside. The sausage is positively to die for, at least for me. I could have eaten a plate of like, twenty sausage patties. The eggs were... Eggs. Never my favorite, but I smothered them with ketchup.

As mentioned before, service here can be a bit spotty. It seems the waiters disappear for decent chunks of time. They're all kind, but julian and I were sitting at the table, plates very obviously demolished, for a good 20-30 minutes sans check. Eventually it arrived, pretty standard prices around $25 per person.

All in all, I do love the shoreline cafe. Something about it, perhaps the sunshine, feels comforting. Food is actually good, and worth the ok service. I will continue to look forward to more irresponsible breakfasts.

★★★ 1/2 / 5

Until next time,

Read julian's thoughts on his food below ⬇️

shoreline cafe on its own is just a fine little thing that i probably wouldnt go out of my way to eat at if given the choice but paired with a morning college class that im too tired to attend and a cripplingly empty stomach (plus pjs manipulation) my brain suddenly turns it into the most gourmet and extravagant of meals i could possibly ingest. pjs on the money when it comes to the slow service but if you get a seat on the deck its not really much of an issue considering the gorgeous view of the beach and ocean that keeps you occupied, only really becomes a problem if you show up with your stomach acid already burning a hole through your abdomen like we do. i always try and spot some dolphins or something on the horizon but theyve never come, only boring shit like seagulls and swimmers but still pretty beautiful nonetheless.

ive always gotten a burger or something else lunch-oriented every time weve gone here but this time i decided to switch it up and got chilaquiles instead to prove to everyone in the restaurant that i was a #realmexican despite my light skin and broken spanish. the chilaquiles came with eggs and a bowl of fruit which was appreciated, i typically prefer a fried or over easy egg on top of them but i got scrambled in case they were on the side and they were. no big deal just not really my preference, i guess i couldve asked the waiter to put them on top but like i dont know i didnt really want to inconvenience them. like i didnt want to be that guy who asks for the eggs on top yknow. and then the chefs are all annoyed cause they gotta put the eggs on top for the little gay kid skipping class. anyways besides that the chilaquiles were good, not the best ive ever had but still good. liked the salsa had a kick but not overwhelmingly spicy either. the little fruit cup was a welcome addition it had pineapple in it and im not the biggest fan of pineapple but any fruit with breakfast is good to me.

overall shoreline cafe isnt really all that on its own but if youre a student looking to kill time or just down by the beach in general and wanting to grab a bite then its not a bad pick, even just for the view alone. id give it 3 and a half stars.

thats the facts,

julian

Shoreline Cafe: 3.5 ★

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graffitibible · 2 years

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danger days but make it a multiplayer fps au

xPoisonPillerx: usually opts for your more standard straightforward offensive classes or light infantry. a well-rounded player with a good sense of strategy, but way too flashy for their own good. excels at hit-and-run tactics and very adaptable; they’re never held back by their equipment loadout no matter how low-quality or substandard. excellent to have on your team for co-op matches, provided you can deal with them being exceptionally bossy on chat. genuinely good at getting the drop on opponents but it’s a toss-up as to whether this is engineered via genuine cunning or by them resorting to spawncamping and fucking around with map exploits. frequently gets strikes for this kind of shit but inevitably manages to sweet-talk the mods out of actually kicking them from the server for good.

KobraKiller: primarily sticks to support classes like medic, which leads people to assume that he’s a free kill during co-op if they can take care of whoever he’s buffing (usually his terrible sibling). this is a very poor beginner’s error to make since he can and will make short work of you if you try to get the drop on him. he almost always sticks to stealth and close quarters during freeplay, and is scarily adept at close-combat and melee to the point where people think he’s botting with how fast his reaction times are. he’s not. he could play competitively if he wanted to, but doesn’t care enough.

fungool69: swaps between heavy infantry, demo, and engineer classes. loves blasting people to gory meat-paste with RPGs and is an insufferable shit-talker. he’s decent enough at team plays but can easily sink to starting shit and screwing things up for their own side during a co-op match purely out of boredom. has a terrible habit of not giving a crap about splash damage and therefore has the highest rate of friendly fire on the server. always teabags their kills and is the second most frequent supplier of shitposts in the discord.

PvtJet: exclusively mains as a long-range precision sharpshooter. exceptionally good at sniping from cheap fuckoff borderline unreachable parts of the map and is the absolute scourge of the server because of the obscene number of immediate headshots he racks up. mostly sticks to co-op because whenever it comes to freeplay his only hope is to keep his opponents at a distance because once you close in on him there’s a 50/50 chance he’s actually lodged himself in some glitched section of the map and can’t actually get out fast enough to escape. communicates almost solely over text-chat and by sending the occasional incomprehensible deep-fried meme.

XxDOOMBOOMxX: never uses voicechat, probably because then it’ll be apparent to everyone just how young she is. n3ws4g0g0 is the only one in the server who knows that this kid is about 12 at the most; despite this being an all-ages server, the kid is insistent on sending GoGo a monthly tithe of pictures of her cat to keep them from kicking her (GoGo wouldn’t kick her anyway, but enjoys receiving cat pictures too much to complain). most of the time she mains as stealth and light infantry but is weirdly good with demo classes. she really shines in co-op when she’s working with a familiar team. fungool69 taught her how to rocket jump and no one has known peace since.

AgtCherriPop: offensive main and just offensive in general. favors a cutthroat aggressive play style and prefers high mobility to make frequent use of run-and-gun to the absolute max. default loadout, no bells and whistles, no special skins, and no specialized equipment. rushes opponents and takes them down, often screaming obscenities into the voice chat as he does so. it’s impossible to tell if he’s having a genuine fit of Gamer Rage or if he’s just doing a bit because he calms down stunningly quickly in time for the next match. in co-op he’ll almost always default to suicide-rush tactics, not caring if he eats shit as long as it secures his team a win.

wkil109fm: almost everyone thinks that there’s no way this guy is for real when they first hear him on voicechat and assume he’s too old to be any good in a match. they all forget that he grew up with boomer shooters like quake and doom and unreal tournament and he will absolutely school anyone who thinks he’s got a slow trigger finger. he sticks primarily to default loadouts, but swaps classes easily, having over time cemented a solid playstyle for just about all of them. he’s nigh unbeatable when it comes to classic one-on-one, which is made even more impressive when you learn that he plays with aim-assist off and crosshairs disabled. everyone calls him “doc” for short due to his tendency to play medic in team matches when no one else is on support. he’s one of the server admins and mods the discord.

n3ws4g0g0: exclusively an engineer main with an intimate understanding of game mechanics and how best to exploit them, a secret which they share with very few. she’s also one of the server’s dedicated griefers, and will absolutely throw a match to make someone’s life difficult from a technical standpoint if they’ve pissed her off enough. makes a brutal team-up with Cherri, backing him up and buffing him with supports in his reckless rush tactics and therefore making them about ten times more effective. text-to-speech on voicechat only and number one supplier of shitposts in the discord.

99hotchimps: mostly mains stealth and light infantry. she’s not a heavy hitter but she’s zippy and can wear opponents down over time. a decidedly defensive player who sticks to waiting out deathmatches until she can swoop in and wipe out any injured survivors. co-mods the discord and WILL kick you if you don’t log in often enough, and is also the only person in the server to bother maintaining this rule at all.

AttentionHorse: mains light infantry almost exclusively high-mobility, light-and-fast, glass cannon type of player that favors agility and sneak tactics. hits very hard but can get taken down quickly if they’re caught. always on voicechat so that the entire server can be treated to their seemingly bottomless music library which consists entirely of vocaloids and early-to-late 2000s pop music, much to the chagrin of any streamer who forgets to keep them muted. they actually have a decent youtube following thanks to a dedicated speedrunning channel but they’ll always make time to tear up some turf with Cherri or Doc during co-op matches.

tommy_chowmein87: literally just here to sell you cosmetics and rares. if there’s some kind of hard-to-find or unique weapon or skin you want, he WILL have it as long as you can pay. you can recognize him because he’s the only person with a default skin who never actually fires a single shot in a match. he moves around just enough to avoid getting timed out but almost all his time on the server is spent initiating or turning down player trades. anyone who thinks he’s a free kill during pvp matches quickly learns otherwise when Doc materializes seemingly out of nowhere to rain holy hellfire on you - and then, assuming Tommy is still alive at that point, headshot the son of a bitch himself at point blank range.

scarecrow3542317: the server admin nobody likes. everyone shittalks him in the discord, which he has, as far as anyone knows, no idea exists. he’s actually very good at freeplay and pvp deathmatches but abjectly horrible in co-op. sticks rigidly to the server rules and gets huffy when people engage in pointless or cheap shit like map exploits. number one petitioner of player bans for that specific purpose. he’s best as heavy infantry and mid-range gunner classes but lacks creativity and is easily predictable once you’ve learned his patterns.

Ultra_Velocity: always opts for general offensive classes. he’s decent if bossy as a team lead (especially on voice chat) but is easily goaded into making mistakes and tunnel visions very easily. he’s a twitch streamer with a couple hundred casual subscribers but resents the fact that his most famous clips literally all involve xPoisonPillerx pulling off batshit stunts on Velocity’s streams. as a result Velocity fosters an extremely one-sided rivalry with them and is determined to beat them on the server scoreboard. he insists that he’ll manage it one of these days.

HotterTwin and CoolerTwin: they’re a matched set and frankly they’re just here for the cosmetics and player skins. most of the time they stick to support classes and buffing other team members (usually each other) so they don’t have to worry about tactics or making judgment calls. they’re surprisingly good when they’re on the same side and can tag-team other players fairly efficiently, but when they’re on the opposite sides of a co-op match they will focus their attention solely on each other and ignore everyone else, driving both of their teams utterly bananas. at times one of them will manage to score their team a win in a seemingly random stroke of brilliance (to which both will attempt to claim credit without fail). honestly it’s a wonder they don’t lose more matches thanks to their godawful ping scores. they’re both also very keen to plug their youtube channel in the discord (it’s makeup. sometimes nails. sometimes gaming while doing nails. but usually makeup.)

VINYLDESTINATION: heavy artillery weapons main only. he plays like any good disruption tank; he’ll soak up damage and deal it out hard. it takes a lot to put him down thanks to how much he’s beefed up his survivability over time. Velocity insists that he play support instead of tanking, and he literally never does. he never talks on voicechat and communicates solely through duke nukem soundbytes.

V0lumeControl: largely mains unobtrusive support and defensive classes and is possessed of a thoroughly average playstyle. the fact that he’s easily overlooked makes him pretty good at sliding past the attention of other players, and if he were interested in climbing up the server scoreboard that wouldn’t be a bad strategy. unfortunately for everyone, that is not his goal in any of his play sessions because Volume is purely there to spruce up matches by annoying the hell out of his teammates with Vinyl as the silent enabler. as it happens Volume is immune to actually being kicked thanks to his role as unofficial bot-wrangler in the discord.

mike_milligram: takes the game wayyyy too seriously. routinely spends gratuitous amounts of lobby time prior to a match meticulously planning a strategy with the rest of his time on the voicechat, oblivious to the fact that they all mute him immediately after. he’s a very conventional player to the point where it’s kind of boring because he always does the same loadout, the same skins, the same strategy, and he insists that it doesn’t need changing because it works (it only sometimes works). never plays support but will juggle offensive and heavy classes based on what he’s feeling.

MonsterBash44: takes the game very seriously, which isn’t as embarrassing when you’re a child and also the target audience. prefers to play offensive and heavy infantry classes but isn’t opposed to changing things up if the team’s lacking a little spice. is a surprisingly aggressive and ruthless player during freeplay, sticking to melee rushing his opponents, which has a good track record as long as you don’t see him coming. his dad regularly tries to buy him cosmetics that he doesn’t actually want but he has no idea how to make him stop.

animaximum: has the prettiest avatar in the entire server, absolutely decked out with top-tier cosmetics and rares, which makes absolutely no goddamn sense considering how piss awful at the game he actually is, no matter who he’s attempting to main. Red saves his ass constantly even during freeplay matches when she’s ostensibly supposed to be another opponent.

100percent: dps tank. frontline heavy melee fighter who strikes fear in everyone’s hearts when she spawns into a deathmatch thanks to her absolute understanding of game mechanics to the point where she hits fast, hard, and out of nowhere. shockingly high-mobility lightning bruiser. she plays more defensively than her reputation and scoreboard position would suggest, and is a veritable bulwark in any co-op match. when it comes to freeplay, you’re better off either teaming up against her or with her if you want to make it to the end.

biginfrared: disgruntled team lead on co-op matches and begrudging ally for whoever looks like they need the most help during freeplay (usually Max, but sometimes Monster). when it comes down to the wire she’s real bad at pulling the trigger on Monster in pvp, which he positively hates because he doesn’t like the idea of anyone going easy on him. in co-op Red prefers support classes, primarily because she sticks close to her sister and together they wreak absolute havoc.

bluehairedbitch: lightning glass cannon of a player, highly mobile and favors super aggressive rush tactics but can leave herself wide open, especially in co-op since she generally operates with the assumption that someone else on her team has her back. positively lethal in deathmatches. will happily team up with someone else to mow down half the map but has no qualms shooting said partner in the back once the competition has been whittled down.

#danger days #the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #in another universe #this is GOING in the au tag #this is the darkest timeline....the one where they are all gamers......#feat all characters i could think of things to do for. mv chars. twitter chars. comics chars. nat am chars.#this is the closest thing to nat am fic you'll get from me on account of: i hated it and it was bad #i spent too much time on this #thank you nestie for giving me SO many ideas for a lot of these lmao this was fun

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sillyroyalty · 3 years

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Edit : reuploaded separately because I ended up attaching this to a reblog. I don’t want to inconvenience others viewing the comments with my long as paragraph so I thought it over

Note: oc for Sincerely Not, an absolutely amazing attention grabbing story by @saintobio . I recommend it anyone who’s 18 and over since it’s a mdni

My post is purely for fun and Yuuta simping because he is fine af in this fic and needs love 😌

This reminds me of the doodle I did in chemistry class instead of paying attention. I remembered that someone made and oc (I think they made a character that was the by blood sister of satoru? The white haired one?) And they provided facts about the character and how they would play out in the story. In the moment I had a thought and doodled out a concept. However this character while connecting to a character in SN isn’t necessarily invested in the affairs and family drama (she’s on the border of it though), instead she seeks out the affection and companionship of the Second Gogou son…Yuuta👀

Mona Zenin

Step 1 : concept art and plot

*the doodle I did behind my teachers back🙊 haha please excuse the scribbles I call sketches, I had to be sneaky

Mona Zenin (18-19 yrs old) the younger sister of our favorite manipulator Naoya Zenin. Just another child the sea of the Zenins. She has no clout sadly because Naoya is probably gonna inherit all the business shit if given the chance also there’s a long ass line before that happens. (Toji, Megumi, Maki,Mai,etc). In the end I’m terms of benefits for the family she’s useless. It doesn’t help the fact that this young lady has no sense of money and has not a damn clue how to run a business. Mona can’t tell you the state of the stock market but she can tell you that the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell :D

Now as you’ve guessed useless = not exactly mommy or daddy’s favorite 😞

I mean they don’t hate her, nonono, they just try to keep her away from business partners and business info 🙃 because she blabs everything to Toji anyways

Step 2 : about Mona

Mona was born weak and was always a sickly child, spent most of her toddling days in the hospital or puking on expensive shit. The Zenins have maids specifically tasked to look after her. Now our Mona is mostly healthy but the house servants have grown attached, looks at the wittle Miss Mona eating and growing 🥺💓

Mona is dressed by the maids. Sadly they be out there dressing her in frills while her cousins ( Maki and Mai) and other rich kids are decked out in fashion. Mona feels awkward and out of place, the weird looks and whispers she gets are hurtful, all she’s known as is the ugly duckling of the Zenin clan.

That’s not to say Mona is actually useless…she’s creative and smart, does well at science and English, and loves to act on stage for school plays- but none of that is important to the Zenin clan now ?

To sum it up Mona has all the cons of being a Zenin but none of the pros.

Step 3: relationships with Sn cast ?

Yuuta: He’s sweet, adorable and well mannered, and compared to most socialites actually down to Earth. Talks to Mona during gatherings, invites her to hang out with her cousins and him. She feels happy with him. Mona hates herself quite a bit, she feels helpless and trapped but with Yuuta she feels as if they are in the same page. He dances with her at the balls when everyone else picks the elegant Maki and Mai. He indulges in the theatrics Mona does. Mona is dead ass in love, she holds a silver of hope that she’ll be able to marry him. Will Mr Gogo and Eula give his hand to her ? She maybe and outcast but nevertheless she is a ZENIN…. Mona hates sucking up to her parents and other rich snobs but to up her status so they’ll let her marry him…she’ll suck up to whoever and study all the business books in the world to be by his side and support him.

Naoya : She doesn’t really bother with him, she knows about the whole Eula thing- she’s not going to bring it up ever though…she hates Naoya, he’s annoying, spoiled, and unfaithful but he is a man and the apple of their parents eye. Mona will simply keep quiet but Naoya know quite a bit about her, it’s not like she can keep her mouth shut anyways. She’ll rant to him often and they have their occasional arguments over petty things ( ah siblings)

Naoya knows about Mona’s crush on Yuuta…he promised he’d slip in a good word about her to the Gogo clan so they’ll consider her for their younger son.

Well to be fair the entire Zenin family knows about her crush, they find it cute and funny.

Maki, Mai and Megumi will sometimes subtly make up excuses and set Yuuta and Mona up 😄

Toji even promised he’d introduce and get her in touch with Y/N L/N one day …maybe she’ll help Mona get a better dressing sense because this girl is dressed like a old time Victorian porcelain doll 😔

Mona feels lonely often but looking into her family’s actions more closely perhaps they aren’t ashamed of her after all 💙. But then again all of this could be wishful thinking…what they are just playing with her ? The fear that all his kindness is a joke for their amusement keeps Mona up often at night

Mona’s official character look : (thank you picrew for saving my ass) I’d draw her personally but my art style is garbage also my chemistry work is pending 😭

#series: sincerely not #sincerely not #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #ocs

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denjisbf · 3 years

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Random older! Hiro headcanons

Keep in mind that this is my interpretation of 18 y/o hiro! Pls bare in mind that its been ages since ive watched the series and as a trauma survivor i like incorporating my angst lol

Feel free to comment/request or reblog for more! Feedback is really important to me :)

TW: mentions of grief/death, loss of a family member and common mental health triggers

- appearance wise, i think Hiro would grow be 5'7-5'9 at the most, purely because i also hc Tadashi and their parents as pretty average height folks.

- he wouldnt have any facial hair except for the occasional mini mustache, purely because he thinks he doesnt looks good with facial hair.

- i also think he would go through phases of wanting to keep his hair shaggy and long and also wanting to cut it so its out of his eyes. I think as Hiro grows older he becomes a lot more aware of how he looks and eventually changes up his style to appear more presentable.

- emo ass hiro check❗❗i know his ass had a die hard MCR and Panic phase so i wouldnt put it past him to want snake bites or get his ears done. By the time hes 18 he'll have had small stretchers in his ears as well as industrial piercings on his left ear. Aunt Cas went with him to get the latter done.

- definitely paints his nails, though they're always chipped because he doesnt own a top coat and fiddles with his nails when hes nervous (which he is often)

- i also believe Hiro will dress a little like Tadashi, only because he was his only male role model for a while (hiro's pretty disillusioned amd doesnt fall for celeb influence that easily) but also because it makes him feel closer to his brother after his death.

- that means skinny jeans, vans and button-ups/t shirts onna daily basis but i hc that Hiro also indulges in more skater/indie/grunge aesthetics on a day out or when he feels particularly handsome.

- try picture hiro dressed as (phase 1/2) 2D from gorillaz lol, kinda like that! Wide cut jeans, scribbled-on vans and juvenile slogan shirts.

- Hiro definitely likes darker aesthetics. At home he often wears black, thinking he looks badass but really just looks emo lol

- moving on from appearances, Hiro loves indie music!

- lemon demon, girl in red, Mitski, Ricky Montgomery etc, though he still listens to bands like MCR, Oasis and Tally Hall.

- definitely has a secret love for nu metal. Idk i just see it in him. I can imagine him headbanging to slipknot on the shower lmaoo

- he has a secret playlist he listens to when the loss of his family is ripe in his mind. Its more ambient and sadder artists like flower face, nicole dollanganger and mother mother

- speaking of grief, tadashis death was a catalyst for hiro's now diagnosed depression. He takes a small dosage of anti depressants that help him with his productivity when hes particularly low.

- 18 year old hiro definitely has a sizable following on his socials, nothing in the 1000s but his Instagram has a good 900 followers.

- posts alot abt his friends and his projects and has recently learned how to take those really aesthetic looking blurry photos when he goes on walks or skates (yes my hiro is a skater boy)

- really embarrassed abt the fact he has a tik tok. His fyp is extremely funny but hella cursed. 100% on queer frog tiktok and thinks its straight tiktok lol

- OH YEA SPEAKING OF THE ALPHABET MAFIA,,,, yea hes bi 🤗🤗 its canon bro trust me

- HAS A FLAG ON HIS DESK!! Baymax embarrassed the FUCK outta him when he saw it (gave a whole speech abt acceptance and errything lord 😩)

- went to his first pride parade when he was 17 and a half, really enjoyed it but doesnt like going alone. It sucks bc he has a lot of internalized biphobia to get through before he can be trully out to himself.

- So far only Wasabi, aunt Cas and GoGo (because theyre all bi too lol) know. They bought hiro all his pride stuff ( to be exact he has a woven bi bracelet, a desk flag and some laces for his vans)

- also i think hiro alternates between they/them and he/him pronouns because he likes the sound of them, though he does identify with his bio sex (maybe gender diverse? Isogender? Idk maybe!)

#bh6 #big hero six #hiro hamada headcanons #hiro hamada #older hiro #older hiro hamada #bh6 imagines #big hero 6 #big hero six headcanons #headcanons #fanfic #x reader #fanfiction

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rocksandrobots · 3 years

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Phantoms of the Past: Ch. 5 - Best friends, Boyfriends, and Barons Part 1

"Hey Miss Itamae! Ready for a whole new school year? Hee...hee...eeeh.... yeah, fine." Hiro gave up trying to make small talk with the lunch lady as she unceremoniously slopped meatloaf onto his plate.

Today was the first day of the fall semester and the start of Hiro's second year at SFIT. It felt odd to him, to look back and realize just how much time had passed; how much things had changed during the previous year.

A year ago, today, he had been attending Tadashi's funeral and now he was going about his life as if everything was normal. Well, almost normal. He was also moonlighting as a superhero, adopting an out of time teenager as his new big brother, and befriending deadly robots.

Life was weird.

Of course it wasn't as if he could ignore his loss completely. He had noticed the flowers and cards placed at the foot of Tadashi's memorial over by the exhibition hall. People still remembered that his brother had died a hero. Folks that he didn't even know had left their condolences today, though most of the gifts were from Tadashi's teachers and friends.

Hiro had particularly noticed a painting Honey Lemon had left, of her, Tadashi, and the rest of their friends. He also spotted Gogo sitting out there early that morning, lighting a candle in his brother's memory. He had given her her space, choosing not to interrupt. Gogo and Tadashi had been especially close.

Hiro remembered how excited his brother had been when Gogo finally agreed to go out with him. Tadashi had hurried about their bedroom, a couple of days before the fire, fretting over where to take her on their first date. A date that they had never gotten to go on. At the time Hiro had teased him relentlessly, never passing up the chance to deflate his brother's ego. Now it was just another bittersweet memory to look back on.

Fred abruptly snapped him out of his mournful reflection. "Steve." was all he said as he grabbed Hiro by the shoulders.

"Steve? Uh, my name is Hiro, remember Fred?"

"No, no, no, Steve was the name of the ninja robot that Trina found. She said he was held in a warehouse downtown, along with all the other ninjas. Don't you see, that's our big break! We find this warehouse and then we can track down the mysterious bosu!"

Hiro wearily placed his tray down on the table and took a seat next to Wasabi.

"Fred, it's the first day of school. Can't this wait for later?"

"But-"

"Hiro's right Fred," Wasabi interrupted, "Just because you have all the time in the world to play superhero doesn't mean that we do. We still got our own lives to take care of."

Fred looked hurt at that. "I'm not playing! This is important work. We have a city to protect and this crime boss is just going to keep coming after us if we don't figure out how to stop them."

Wasabi rolled his eyes. "Then you just go on and do that. In the meantime the rest of us have class to attend. I'm heading early to set up for my first lab."

"But labs won't open for like another hour." Hiro pointed out, confused. "They're still cleaning up from the robot attacks last week."

"Ah, he just wants to get there early so that he can see his boyfriend again." Fred complained.

"Sam's not my boyfriend. He's just a colleague, and at least I'm doing something other than obsess over superheroing." And with that Wasabi stormed off, while Fred slouched into the cafeteria chair with a huff.

"Listen, Fred, why don't you go on patrol with Minimax for a while. I'll help you track down this warehouse after school is over with." Hiro said.

"Okay," Fred reluctantly agreed, "but I'm not 'obsessing'."

"I know Fred, but the rest of us also have school to worry about. We just don't have the same amount of free time as you do."

"I know." Fred sighed before walking off.

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"Sorry Hiro, but we're kind of busy right now." Honey Lemon regretfully informed her friends.

Fred and Hiro had met up after school as promised. Wasabi had declined to join them on their quest and so they had decided to recruit the girls instead. Though this also seemed to be a fruitless endeavor.

"Yeah, we're kind of in the middle of something." Gogo finished as she leaned back in a reclining chair and placed two cucumber slices over her eyes.

They had found the girls at a spa. Honey Lemon sat next to Gogo with curlers in her hair, and they apparently weren't the only ones out having a beauty day.

"Can't you see we're having some girl time?" Karmi asked, annoyed, as she examined her nails.

"Yeah, Hiro, go take your weird superhero hobby elsewhere?" Megan added.

"It's not weird!" Fred insisted.

"If this is supposed to be a girls only event, then why is he here?" Hiro said, pointing to Varian, who sat next to Megan.

"Uh, getting a manicure obviously." Varian rolled his eyes and then leaned over to show Carol, who was beside him, two bottles of nail polish. "Do you think I should go with the midnight blue or just stick with black?"

"Hmmm... I think either would be nice," she replied.

"Ooooh, have you tried the seaweed wrap they have here? It's great." Fred chimed in.

Hiro rolled his eyes, "Okay, so what are you two doing after this? Could you take up patrol tonight?"

"Nope." Gogo said.

"I promised my brother Carlos that I would help him move into his new dorm room. He starts at UCLA this week and Gogo's offered to drive me there. We won't be back till tomorrow morning." Honey Lemon explained.

"Okay, well, we'll just-"

"Alright, I'm ready." A voice called out, interrupting him.

Trina walked out from behind a door at the back of the spa. Her bulky gigantic metal body was gone and in its place was the frame of a young woman, dressed in a t-shirt, pants, and a cropped jacket. She looked very much the same as the day Hiro had first met her, at the bot fights. Only this time her hair had been cut and styled into a short mohawk and dyed a light purple.

"What do you guys think?" She asked as she twirled around.

Everyone shouted encouragements to her, and Varian cheekily whistled.

"You look nice, Trina." Hiro complimented.

Trina snorted and rolled her eyes. "In your dreams, Hiro." She said, leaving the teenage genius confused by what he had said wrong.

Ignoring him, Trina walked over to the rest of the girls, "Thanks for the clothes... and for everything else." She sheepishly added.

"Hey, no problem." Megan replied. "They look good on you."

"Yeah, and if you need anything else just ask." Karmi added.

"Not to mention it's always fun to have a spa day," Carol piped in. "This was a good idea Varian, thanks for inviting me along."

"Sure thing. When Trina said she wanted help with finding a new wardrobe, I figured all of you would like to go shopping too.... and also y'all know more about clothes than I do."

"Hey, Trina," Fred interjected, "that warehouse where you foun- I mean, met 'Steve', do you happen to remember where it was located?"

Trina gave Fred a frown.

"Oooh, who's Steve?" Karmi asked, happy to gossip, "Is that your boyfriend Trina?"

"No." She said, "The place you're looking for is over in Good Luck Alley, next to Louie's."

"It must've been a bad breakup." Karmi whispered into Honey Lemon's ear, she wasn't very good at keeping her voice down.

"Yeah… he kind of... broke alright." Honey Lemon nervously added, unsure what to say.

"Uh, yeah, well thanks for the tip Trina. We'll be going now, bye." Hiro said as he hurried Fred out the door. He had had enough of awkward conversations and makeovers.

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"Fred, wouldn't it be better if we brought our robots along at least?" Hiro whispered.

"You want to sneak around an abandoned warehouse with those two?" Fred whispered back, "I love him, but Minimax doesn't know how to be quiet, like at all."

Hiro sighed, Fred had a point. Baymax also wasn't the best at stealth missions. Hiro slid into the alleyway and peered through a dirty window. He couldn't shake the sense of deja vu as he remembered how he and the robotic nurse had tracked down his missing microbots a year ago at a similar warehouse. They had both been nearly killed by Callaghan when the villain had caught them snooping around. He would prefer to avoid such a scenario again.

"It doesn't look like anyone is here." He said.

"See any ninja robots?" Fred asked as he also pushed by to get a look, pressing his nose against the glass.

"No… Fred, this may be a dead end. Trina already raided the place and no doubt this Bosu would have abandoned the hideout if it was compromised."

Fred pouted, "Maybe… Buuuut, we could always man a stake-out and find out for sure!"

"Fred, I have homework to do. Maybe some oth-"

"Oh please! Just for an hour, or two? Please, please, please? Pretty please? I'll do your homework for you."

"I don't want you doing my homework."

"Okay, chores then; I'll wash Varian's dirty socks and underwear for a… a week… no, a month! Come on, I know how much you hate doing laundry."

Hiro sighed and watched his friend crawl on his knees and beg. "Does it really mean that much to you?"

"Yeeeesss."

"Okay, and no, you don't have to do the laundry either."

Hiro turned to walk out of the alley and Fred got up and followed him.

"That's good, cause I don't actually know how to wash clothes. Usually, Heathcliff does all the laundry. Last time I tried to, I just flooded the washroom."

"Do you have any survival skills? Like at all?"

"Nope. Unless it's kicking bad guys' butts! Ooh, hey, we can host the stake-out at Louie's across the street. I'm starved."

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Hiro and Fred took up a window booth inside the restaurant. The establishment had recovered from the police raid from a few months back and was now serving food as usual; though Hiro had already spotted the advertisement for the next upcoming 'bot fight.

A couple of hours past and they had both eaten their meals, plus dessert, along with Fred going back for seconds. Now they were both nursing a couple of cups of coffee, though Hiro's was going cold; it wasn't great coffee.

"Fred…"

"Yeah."

"It's been three hours now."

"I know."

"No one's showed up."

"Not yet."

"Look it's been… 'fun', but I'm going home now."

Hiro got up to leave but Fred grabbed him by the sleeve.

"Oh but… uhh… we haven't even tried the uh… hot dog sushi special. I hear it's really good."

Hiro leaned his head back slowly and closed his eyes in frustration. He didn't want to snap at Fred, really he didn't, but he was quickly losing his patience.

"Fred… no one is coming. Let's just call it a night and try again some other time. Okay." And with that he yanked his hand away and began to walk off.

Fred didn't follow. Instead he sat in the booth, his eyes downcast, staring blankly at nothing. It wasn't his usual pout either. It was something else. Some deeper sadness that few saw from the usually optimistic teen.

Hiro began to worry. He walked back, and stood there waiting for Fred to jump back up all excited again for his return, only he didn't.

"Fred, what's wrong?"

Fred sighed but couldn't bring himself to answer.

"Look, I know that this superhero business is important to you, so much so that you'll probably wind up making a career out of it, which is great, but the rest of us are not going to be doing this for the rest of our lives. We also have to keep up with our studies, chores, our jobs, and what little shred of a social life we have."

"That's not it… I mean yeah, it's a part of it, but that's not why I asked you to come along."

Fred finally looked Hiro in the eye and tears threatened to spill.

"I just miss my best friend, okay."

Hiro looked at him confused.

"I didn't want to say anything, cause… cause he's your brother and I didn't think you'd want to be reminded about him being gone any more than you already have… but today has just been really hard… remembering what happened… I just thought getting out and doing something fun, getting both our minds off everything, might be better than just… just being alone. You know? Especially today."

Fred didn't even have to say Tadashi's name for Hiro to know who he was talking about.

Hiro sighed and slumped back down into the booth.

"I'm sorry…. I… I guess I just… I don't know. I didn't think...."

"No… no, don't. Of course you didn't think. I mean who wants to be reminded of that. The whole idea was to not think about it. And I just ruined it all by bringing it up. Gah…. I'm so sorry."

Fred put his arms over his head and brought his knees up to his chest as if trying to make himself as physically small as he felt. Hiro just had to laugh at the sight in spite of himself.

"It's okay Fred. You're not going to upset me just by talking about Tadashi."

Fred peaked his head out from between his arms. "I'm not?"

"No. I mean he was your friend too."

"My best friend! Man, Tadashi and I, we got up to all sorts of trouble. He was always down for anything. I mean, did he tell you about the time we crashed my cousin's bar mitzvah? As in, we literally crashed. He drove the sport's car into the buffet table by mistake… We couldn't find the parking and then there was this wet patch in the parking lot and we skidded… Oh and then there was the time Mole dared us to a drag race using scooters and Tadshi had the idea to attach rockets to mine and I went flying.. I tell ya, man, Mole wouldn't live it down for a whole week after. He kept demanding a rematch, but I mean it was fair. He was using his butler to ride for him in his place."

Hiro could barely contain his laughter, "Wait… wait… you and Tadashi did all this?"

"Yeah."

"Why have I never heard of any of this before?"

"I don't know, but he's the whole reason why I got the mascot job in the first place. I knew I could never get into the school myself, but I thought we could hang out together more if I went. He's also the one that introduced me to everybody else."

"Then how did you two meet?"

"Oh at the grocery store."

Fred said this as if it was the most obvious of explanations but Hiro looked as confused as ever. So Fred continued on.

"He was there getting chewing gum and I was buying a shopping cart. Like an actual shopping cart."

"Why?"

"Yeah that's what he asked too. So I told him, 'I'm going to ride down Dead Man's Hill in one.' And he said, 'Dude, that's so rad. You're totally going to die.' And I said, 'Yeah, I know. You wanna join?' And he did. We rode all the way down from the top of Lumbar Street to the docks… and landed right in the bay. It was awesome! We screamed our heads off the whole time. It was so awesome, in fact, that we walked back to the store and bought another cart just to do it again. That was back when we were both still in high school, and we've been best buds ever since. You know… until…"

Hiro looked at Fred sadly. There so much about his brother that hadn't known about, hadn't even thought to ask. What else had Tadashi not shared with him? Probably a lot, I mean why tell your kid brother about your social life? And there's no way that he'd have brought those crazy stunts up around Aunt Cass.

"I never knew any of that… Those are some really cool stories. Thanks for sharing them."

"Really?"

"Yeah, and you know, you don't have to drag me on some superheroing mission just to hang out and talk."

Fred looked guilty at that.

"I… I know… but it's like what you and Wasabi have been saying. Everyone else has something… something to motivate them, and y'all all do all these really cool things and I'm… I'm just me. I don't really have anything but superheroing. Unless you just need someone to make a mess."

"That's not true. Fred, you're great at a lot of things. You could go to school or get a job, if you wanted to. I just thought superheroing was all you wanted."

"Hiro, I can't even do laundry without messing up. I mean all you do is throw the clothes into a machine and push a button, and yet somehow I managed to screw even that up. All I know is comic books, and superheroing, and I'm not even the best at that! What would I even go to college for? I can't… I'm not a genius. I'm not a businessman. I'm not an accountant, or an artist, or an athlete. I'm not anything. I've no talent. I'm not even good at being rich. I've never fit in with the socialite crowd."

"Fred."

"Yeah?"

"You're good at being a friend, and if I have to sit here list off everything else you're good at then we'd be here for another three hours or more. So how about we head home and tomorrow I'll show you how to work a washing machine, and you can teach me how a stake-out is supposed to really go cause we're not getting anywhere here."

"Or are we?"

"What do you mean?"

Fred was no longer looking at Hiro but past him. He pointed to the window behind Hiro, and Hiro turned around to see for himself.

An elderly gentleman, dressed in an old fashioned military outfit, complete with a monocle, was entering the warehouse. He had a giant mechanical arm and a steam boiler strapped to his back.

"Baron Von Steamer."

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Fred and Hiro found themselves standing in the alley peering through the warehouse's dirty windows for a second time that day. They saw Baron Von Steamer stomping around inside. He seemed irritated as he grumbled to himself and knocked boxes out of the way, as if searching for something.

"What's he doing?" Fred loudly whispered.

Just then Steamer found what he was looking for, a tea cup. He poured himself a cup out of a teapot he had placed on an old fashioned stove that was hidden towards the back and then sat down on top of a crate to sip his drink.

"It must be 'tea time' for him." Hiro said dryly.

Fred narrowed his eyes, "I bet he's just hatching his next nefarious scheme. Planning on how to take us and the city down. What do you think he wants with portals?"

Just then Steamer stood up and ruefully kicked away a busted up robot that had fallen out of a storage crate in his previous hunt for the tea cup.

"I don't think Steamer is our guy." Hiro said, "He hates modern technology, so why would he build ninja robots? Also, like you said, what would he want with portals? All he's after is your dad, and so far the Bosu hasn't gone after Boss Awesome yet."

"But they might. Remember what Roddy said? That Kensei guy used to be active during Dad's heyday but never got caught. What if, it's because Steamer had two villain identities!"

"That seems like a stretch."

"Okay, well, what if Steamer works for this Bosu? Like Sue and Sparkles?"

"That's more plausible, I guess."

Hiro turned to peer through the window again, but Streamer was gone.

'Wait, where did he go?'

"Well, well, well, what do we have here? A pair of interlopers." A curt British voice came from behind them.

Steamer must have noticed them and snuck around the back, cutting them off.

Hiro grabbed his phone in order to call his super suit, but Von Steamer nabbed his hand and yanked him off the ground, causing him to lose hold of his phone.

Fred was just as unfortunate, as Steamer held him in a choke hold in his metal arm.

"Waaaait," Steamer said as he eyed them both up closely, peering at them through his oversized monocle, "I know you two. You're friends of Boss Awesome's baby child!"

"I am Boss Awesome's baby child!" Fred protested before Von Steamer gave him a hard squeeze with his cyborg arm. Fred wheezed in pain.

Hiro reacted quickly and kicked the steampunk baron in the shins.

Von Steamer howled in pain and dropped Hiro in surprise, though he managed to keep his grip on Fred. He also had stepped on Hiro's phone while nursing his injured leg.

Hiro ducked and ran as Steamer regained his senses and pulled out a brass gun that was connected to the boiler on his back with a hose. He pulled the trigger and scalding steam shot out. Hiro ducked again to avoid it.

As he ran out of the alley way he heard Steamer shouting after him, "Yes, run back to Boss Awesome little one. Tell his baby child I have their friend, and either he, or they, must show up to face me or else!"

Hiro spared a glace backwards and saw Baron Von Steamer dragging Fred back into the warehouse.

"Fred!"

"Hiro!" Fred called out to him before being pulled into the darkness.

Hiro panicked. What could he do? Finally, he decided that getting help was the best option. He ran as fast as his legs would carry him, fighting back his worry.

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