#actually took a real train for the first time last weekend

[thundergrace]

When I got off the train this morning there were a ton of fucking fishflies and my soul left my body and I wanted to fall through the floor to street level.

I thought that happens in April. Was not prepared.

I would rather stay in my apartment until this passes than have to see these things lol

#when i say train #i mean the Detroit people mover #but that's local language lol #actually took a real train for the first time last weekend #it was dope #if it weren't such a slow form of transportation #I'd take it often to go out of town

[whatwouldsylwrite]

hockey!Abby x dancer!reader pt7

pt 6

to: Abby

Do you want to come over tonight?

Minors don't interact!!!! This is an adult work meant for adults, I'm really uncomfortable with anyone younger than 18 reading this, so please move on.

Tags: modern au, fluff, fem!reader, shy reader, reader is into sexy/girly dances, Abby is a sweetheart, switching pov. Smut. Oral (r! receiving, Abby!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), pet names, vanilla sex

Notes: this is their first time, so there's no kinks yet, they're just exploring and getting to know each other, so it's pretty vanilla. I actually wanted to include a lot more, but this chapter is so long I had to cut some parts out. :(

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It was a Friday night, your tv was buzzing with some reality show as you were doing your homework, not paying any attention to the tv - you really wanted to finish the whole load before tomorrow, because your weekend was fully booked by Abby. 

So you worked through every assignment without any breaks for a few hours, until your head started to hurt - not the smartest decision, you admit, but you really just wanted to finish your homework and then just chill for the rest of the evening, letting your brain shut down on some ridiculous show. 

"Fuck." You sighed as you looked through the last assignment. Thank god it wasn't as time consuming as some of them were. 

It took you another half an hour to finish it, and when you looked at the time, it was over seven. Your head hurt, your stomach was screaming for anything sweet, and you really wanted a shower, as if the water would wash away your irritation and tiredness.

But it was worth it - you'd have your weekend free, a whole weekend with Abby, without practice and homework, without any worries and stupid responsibilities. Sometimes you missed being a teen, when you didn't have to take care of everything. "The real horror of adulthood - decide what you want for dinner every fucking day", you thought as you remembered the tweet you saw some time ago. 

Abby took her skates off, feeling tired and irritated - Eric was so fucking annoying with his training and useless comments, picking on everyone like as if he wanted the whole team to kick his ass. Boys were grumpy as well, bitching all the time while they changed, but Abby didn't pay attention to them until Manny sat next to her.

"You wanna go out tonight? I need to get wasted to forget about this asshole." Manny nodded in the general direction of the coach room. 

"No, I'm going home." Abby said shortly as she checked her dms. 

You sent a photo of yourself looking absolutely done with your homework, your hair a mess, your brows stubbornly furrowed. Manny immediately put his nose in Abby's phone as she sat there, just smiling at your picture. 

"Ooh, so that's (y/n) in her natural habitat." Manny smirked, knowing he'd get a reaction out of Abby. 

"Fuck off." Abby said and put her phone away from him. 

"What, don't want to show your sweetheart to your best bro?" 

"I swear to god, Manny." Abby rolled her eyes. "Go to your weather girl and leave my girlfriend alone."

"And not tease you? Sorry Abs, not happening." Manny laughed as he ducked Abby's pads she threw in his face. "Have a nice evening!"

"Fuck you too!" Abby shouted in response as she packed her things and went home. 

You left your shower feeling a lot better than before. Chocolate probably helped too, but it wasn't real food, and you needed to cook something before you'd give up and just not eat anything. 

You went to your room to change, and while you were changing you listened to how quiet your apartment was. It was the eerie silence of living by yourself, the constant reminder of lonely independence. It took you a long time to get used to the quiet, but sometimes you'd feel so fucking lonely, curled up in front of your tv, the darkness of the apartment surrounding you, trying to choke you out of the existence. 

You knew Abby had practice today - you looked at the clock - she should have finished already. She was probably tired, though. You worried your lip as you sat on your bed, naked, the water dripping from your hair to your back, giving you an unpleasant shudder, and opened your dms. 

Abby already saw the picture you've sent her during the most frustrating part of your homework.

from: Abby

looks like your hw kicked your ass

Fuck you, you laughed in your head as you typed your reply.

to: Abby

*I* kicked its ass, because I finished it

You tapped your fingers on your phone case, nervous. You really wanted to see Abby, but you also didn’t want to impose. She was tired after practice, and she’d have to drive to your place… But you could just relax together, watch something, you’d make some food for her. It wouldn’t hurt to ask, right? She could just say no and it’d be totally fine. 

to: Abby

Do you want to come over tonight?

Why, why did your heart pick up its pace? Why did you suddenly feel so nervous? You just asked Abby if she’d like to come to your place, it was normal, it was fine, you were dating, for god’s sake. Abby’s been to your place before, and you just cleaned your apartment, you shouldn’t be worried about it at all. Maybe it was because Abby could say no today? Maybe it was because you meant it as a sleepover? 

You checked your phone - Abby wasn’t online, which disappointed you a little, so you put your phone in your pocket and went to the kitchen to start cooking. You figured you'd cook enough for a few days - especially if Abby'd come tonight, since her hockey training required a lot of energy, and therefore a lot of food. And if Abby wouldn't come then you wouldn't have to worry about your meals for the entire weekend. 

The thought of Abby not coming made you sad, but you scolded yourself for being so selfish and needy - Abby was your girlfriend, not your mom to fix all your problems. You still reached for your phone anyway - still no answer. 

"Okay." You sighed, nervous, knowing you needed a distraction as your patience was running thin. You took all ingredients you needed and started to cook, getting your mind off "did she answer" loop in your head.  

Abby went out of the shower and fell on her bed, feeling pleasantly tired. She wasn't exhausted physically, but dealing with Eric's shit left her low-key irritated. Some days he was just insufferable and Abby wished the poor asshole just got laid and maybe that'd calm him down. 

Abby sighed and closed her eyes, trying to calm down herself. She needed to think about something pleasant - her weekend plans with you for example. Abby missed you, not seeing you properly the whole week - you caught each other every chance you got, and spent too much time in her car after practice, you not wanting to go home and Abby not wanting to let you go. 

And now the whole weekend would be for the two of you. You asked Abby if she really wanted to do rock climbing, but she had to admit she was afraid of heights - it was embarrassing, she knew, but you just nodded and said you'd keep it in mind, to Abby's relief. You asked her for another skating lesson and Abby agreed, happy she'd get to hold you in her arms again - that was your plan for Sunday evening. And tomorrow Abby wanted to take you on a day trip to the next town and just walk around, find some interesting places. 

Abby smiled and rubbed her face, slightly embarrassed by how bad she had it. She knew she was a lovesick idiot, but sometimes it was hard to embrace it. 

Abby sat up on the bed and reached for her phone that she left in her backpack. 

from: dancing queen

Do you want to come over? (sent 40 minutes ago)

Abby's heart stopped but started beating twice as fast right away, her cheeks flushed. Was it what she thought it was?

No, knowing how shy you were - no way you asked this question with any subtle meaning. But Abby couldn't help but feel a little optimistic. It was evening, you definitely asked her to stay the night, and she just couldn't ignore her annoying thoughts. 

You sent it 40 minutes ago - was it when Abby parked her car? She should have seen it if it was sent before, god, was she in a shower for 40 minutes? No she wasn't, she unpacked her gym bag first and put her uniform in the washing machine. 

Was your offer still up? Or maybe you changed your mind? Got tired of waiting for her response? 

That was asking for some serious measures, and Abby pressed call, not taking a chance with texting in case you wouldn't see her messages. You picked up after four antagonising dial tones and Abby started feeling nervous. 

"Hi." You said, sounding like you were busy. "Wait, gimme a sec." 

"Okay." Abby said as she listened to you turning water on and off. "You okay?"

"Yeah." You said, panting a little. Abby got worried she blew her chance - you were definitely not free right now. Why the fuck she didn't check her phone before going to the shower? "Okay, I'm here."

"Is your offer still up? For me to come over?" Abby asked, ridiculously nervous.

"Yeah." You said shyly. "You don't have to, I know you just finished your practice and you're tired, I don't want to-"

"I'll at yours in 20." Abby interrupted you, too eager to calm you down. 

"You sure?"

"Yeah. See you." She said to you quietly. 

"See you." 

Abby ended the call and ran her hand through her hair, calming herself. Okay, you were still up for it. Abby tried to push her stupid horny thoughts down, but you asking her to come over on Friday night was like a pavlovian for her. You didn't mean it, but Abby would kill for you to mean it. 

Abby eyed her other backpack, feeling optimistic again. She emptied her bed drawer into her backpack, you know, just in case. Never in her life Abby got ready faster than now - in 10 minutes she was locking her door, her hair half-dry and brushed, her clothes clean and her backpack filled with a change of clothes and other stuff. The ride to your apartment took her a little bit longer than ten minutes and she was five minutes later than she promised, but it didn't matter.

What mattered was her ringing the bell to your apartment. 

You opened the door and immediately smiled at Abby, your eyes twinkling with happiness. 

"Hi." You stared at her for a second and then moved out of the way. "Come in."

Abby put her backpack down and finally looked at you, regretting it immediately: you were wearing skintight top and Abby could see fucking everything, because you weren't wearing a bra. Oh fuck, she thought as she tried to look away from your chest. And these stupid short shorts you wore at home, Abby was going to die here.

 

"Are you hungry?" You asked, unconsciously moving closer to Abby, taking her hand in yours. She looked flushed, but you didn't mind. You also didn't mind her eyes flicking to your chest - her stare sent shivers down your spine, making you want to arch into Abby. "I've made some food."

"Starving." Abby chuckled and pulled you to her, kissing you. It was a gentle kiss, her hands a soft pressure on your waist, and you melted against her, letting her hold your weight. "Missed you."

"Me too. Felt lonely without you." You admitted, a little embarrassed of your weakness. You caressed Abby's shoulders, marvelled by her strength as she held you close. "Are you going to stay for the night?"

"If you let me." Abby shrugged playfully. 

"If I let you." You teased her. "You're the one who should be letting me beg you to stay, you know." You pinched her cheek gently and led Abby to the kitchen. 

Abby let go of your hand and just towered behind you, her chest to your back, her hands on your hips, as you put food on two plates. You swallowed as your desire to just arch back into Abby became too powerful and you tentatively pushed back, trying to not turn this moment into something more heated. Abby sighed into your neck and her grip on your hips became stronger. 

"What do you want to watch?" You asked, cosily quiet. 

Abby buried her nose in your neck, making you giggle from tickling. 

"The one we spoke about a week ago." Abby said not lifting her head from your shoulder. 

"Okay." You smile to yourself. "Come on, let's move." 

Abby slowly moved away and took a plate you gave her, pouting a little: she really didn't want to let you go. 

You went to the living room and while you two tried to find a more comfortable way to sit, you searched up the movie - it was a french comedy someone recommended to Abby, and you've seen the trailer and liked it. It took some time to find it, but you put it on and you both started eating while the introduction rolled. You secretly hoped Abby'd like your cooking - like if you were showing her what a wife material you could be. And, judging by her little moan and her head thrown back - she liked it. You hid your smile, but Abby noticed anyway.

"I'm marrying you tomorrow, (y/n)." Abby said as she put a fork in her mouth. "What did you put in it? Magic?"

"Garlic and ginger." You giggled. 

You finished your food pretty quickly, both of you were too hungry to go slow, and you went to the kitchen to put your plates in the sink. You poured two cups of tea and came back, to find Abby in a different position than before.

She was sitting in the middle of the couch, manspreading, and when she saw you, she patted the place between her legs, inviting you to sit there. You smiled and put your cups next to Abby so you could reach them, and sat between her legs. 

Abby immediately snaked her hands around your waist, pulling you closer without any effort and your breath hitched in your throat: Abby held you close to herself, pressing your back to her chest, her chin on your shoulder, her strong thighs on both sides of you. You felt safe like this, surrounded by Abby, and you leaned on her, relaxing and putting your head on her shoulder, breathing her in. Abby always smelled like something cold and soothing - maybe because she spent a lot of time on ice, but her scent always reminded you of the first days of spring when snow started to melt. 

The movie was good, Abby had to admit, but having you in your arms was better. Abby liked how you relaxed right away, letting her touch you everywhere she wanted, caressing your waist and your ribs and your thighs absentmindedly as she watched the movie. And the way you shook against her when you laughed - adorable. Abby pressed a few affectionate kisses to your shoulder, just appreciating your existence, and you relaxed even more, your weight pleasantly heavy on her. 

Abby liked this reaction, so she pressed more kisses into your bare shoulder - you went soft in her arms and Abby just couldn’t get enough of it, making you feel safe was her fucking drug. She moved her lips up, planting slow tender kisses on your neck, not really trying to work you up, just enjoying being gentle with you, but you sighed sharply as Abby kissed you pulse point, her lips lingering on your skin for a second. This little sound made Abby’s eyes open wide and her core throb - maybe she wasn’t trying to work you up, but you were definitely getting there. 

Abby lifted her head from your shoulder and looked you in the eyes, checking if you were enjoying yourself as you turned to her. Her serious, studying eyes met your glossy ones, and something snapped. 

You reached for Abby’s face desperately and kissed her, your whole body trembling as you weaved your fingers into her hair. Abby deepened the kiss, her tongue slowly playing with your tongue as she lifted you up and turned you so you’d sit in her lap. You whimpered quietly - the ease with which Abby moved you made your underwear hot with sudden wetness. Abby kissed you wet and dirty, her hands moving up your naked thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake, until she reached your butt and grabbed it  hard, her nails slightly digging into your body. You sighed into her mouth and caressed her neck and broad shoulders, so solid against you. 

You pulled away, trying to catch your breath, and Abby watched you with a small smile. Horny looked good on you.

“That’s not why I asked to come over.” You whispered. You didn’t want Abby to feel pressured into anything, to think you only invited her to stay the night because you wanted to have sex. 

“I know.” Abby whispered with a small smile as her hands held your waist. She knew what you were trying to say, and her heart overflowed with affection. “Do you want to stop?” 

You smiled and shook your head, stroking Abby’s nape gently.

“Words, baby.” Abby grinned as she watched your eyes go big with surprise when she used the pet name. “I need you to say it.”

Consent was important for Abby, especially since she could easily overpower you. She needed to hear that you wanted this, to have this confirmation. She couldn’t imagine doing something that would upset you because she read your non-verbals wrong. 

“Want you, Abby, I want you.” You whispered, not looking at Abby - too embarrassed to admit your desire so blatantly.  But if Abby needed to hear it, it didn’t matter if you were embarrassed - her comfort was your top priority. Abby tilted your face, trying to make you look at her.

“You’re nervous.” Abby stated when she noticed how you fidgeted with her hoodie. She didn’t like it - she wanted you to feel happy and relaxed with her.

“A little.” You admitted and smiled, giggling when Abby tried to catch your eyes, turning her head at all angles possible.

“Am I scaring you?” Abby asked playfully and stroked your back.

“Big bad Abby.” You laughed. “No. Just want to do it right.”

“I don’t think there is a wrong way, (y/n).” Abby kissed your jaw. “Really, if you want to stop, it’s totally cool.”

Now Abby looked at you, serious, as she searched your face for any sign of discomfort, so tuned to your body she could tell if you were even slightly tense, but you smiled and kissed her gently.

“You’re so sweet.” You said and moved away, creating a distance between the two of you. Abby tried not to read it as a sign you wanted to stop, but as the distance grew bigger, she became more sure that this was it. “Let’s move it to the bedroom.” 

Abby blinked and smiled brightly when the meaning of your words finally caught up with her. Abby kissed you again, her hands roaming your body, squeezing you painfully. Abby grabbed your thighs and suddenly you were in the air, clinging to Abby for dear life. 

"Fuck." You said, a little bit shocked as Abby hoisted you up, her lower stomach pressing just right between your legs. "Warn me next time." You laughed and snaked your hands around Abby's neck. 

Abby smirked and kissed your collarbones, making your hole clench on nothing - you were getting so wet, too wet, and nothing really happened yet. 

"Abby." You inhaled sharply, your fingers squeezing her shoulders.

"Yeah?"

"Bedroom."

Abby chuckled against your neck and carried you to the bedroom while her hands continued kneading your butt. You were so fucking soft in her arms, it was so easy to carry you Abby felt drunk on how much stronger she was, how effortlessly she could just move you and hold you and not let you do anything, leaving everything to her. 

Abby lowered you down on the bed and you pulled her with you, making her press you into the bed as you kissed her. You spread your legs further, making Abby press into you as her hand caressed your thigh lightly, admiring how soft and warm you were. 

Abby broke the kiss and sat between your legs and this view alone made you ache, made it hard to breathe. She looked serious, her strong hands crawling up your thighs, her wide shoulders moving up and down as she breathed heavily. You sat up and tugged her hoodie up, literally not able to take it anymore, you needed to see her. The hoodie came off, leaving Abby in her sports bra, her muscles, her strength on display.

"Oh my fucking god." You whispered, mesmerised. "Fuck, Abby." You ran your fingers over Abby's abs and  she flexed her muscles instinctively, causing the wetness pool in your panties, the pressure building behind your clit. You looked at her with wide eyes as you got closer to feel her skin under your lips. 

You left open mouthed kisses on Abby's side, holding her hips. She was warm and solid and she tasted just as she smelled - cold and mouthwatering. You couldn't get enough, your hands travelled lower and you groaned - Abby had a V line, fucking hell. 

Abby watched you worship her body and her breathing became heavy, her hunger growing with each second and her boxers getting wetter after every kiss - your soft mouth drove her crazy, your genuine admiration getting to her heart dangerously close. Abby knew girls enjoyed her physique,  but there was something different about your reaction - you were gentle with her, smoothing her edges in a way that scared her, but left wanting more. Abby needed you to cum, to feel good, to come apart in her hands again and again until you couldn't anymore. 

"Doll, look at me." Abby panted and gently lifted your head. You looked up at her, your eyes shining and your cheeks flushed. "Fuck, you're so pretty." Abby kissed you, hungry and getting a little rough from her desperation, but you didn't mind, clinging to her with your whole body. "Can I take it off?" 

"Yeah." You whispered, exhilarated when Abby's fingers hooked the bottom of your top. She was slow, as if she was opening a present she wanted her whole life and now couldn't believe she had it, and you suddenly felt impatient from your own excitement, buzzing with arousal.

The top came off and Abby stared at you, unblinking. You were so goddamn beautiful: your cute shoulders, the soft line of your neck, your round pretty tits with hardened nipples, the delicate line of your waist - Abby wanted to devour you. You looked divine, you looked holy to her and she wasn't sure she should be allowed to touch you. 

"Lie down." Abby told you and you leaned back, spreading your legs so Abby'd fit between them. "Fuck." Abby said as she watched you, lying on your pillows all pretty and inviting. 

Abby's hands were fucking shaking as she leaned to you, your naked stomachs touching. You sighed and bucked your hips up without thinking, just craving Abby's touch - skin on skin contact wasn't enough, you needed her strong gentle hands on you. Abby used one of her hands to push your hips down, stopping you from moving completely and you whimpered, bucking your hips again, now because her strength turned you on even more, but Abby didn't let you, pressing you back even harder, and you shuddered. 

"Do you need something, doll?" Abby asked as she kissed your neck, grinding a little against you. You suddenly relaxed under her and spread your legs wider, your brows furrowed as Abby's lower stomach pressed into your pussy. "Tell me." 

"Are you teasing me?" You asked as you swallowed a quiet moan.

"I'm asking." Abby breathed in your skin, addicted to your scent: you smelled like warmness and home to her. She licked a long strip on your neck, from your collarbones to your ear and smirked when you made a little mewling sound in her ear. She was genuinely asking, but she couldn't help but tease you a little.

"Can you touch me?" You asked shyly, not even meaning touching your pussy - you'd get there eventually - you just wanted her hands on you. "Like-" You swallowed and stroked her sides. "Like that?" 

Abby melted.

She nodded and squeezed your sides, spreading her fingers over your waist and hips, and you closed your eyes, enjoying the solid firm pressure from Abby’s hands.

"Like that?" 

"Yeah." 

Abby kissed you and moved down, putting her mouth over your nipple, swirling her tongue around your bud. You arched into her, choking on air, your body like a naked wire, but she held you down again. Abby looked at you, stupidly turned on from your reactions.

"You're sensitive." Abby stated in amazement and smiled, so fucking pleased with this fact about you. 

You didn't have time to even think what to say to Abby as she sucked on your nipple and grinded on you, watching your reaction with hunger: she saw it once and nothing would tear her away from you now. You whimpered, your nails digging in Abby's shoulders as she continued playing with your nipples: her tongue on one nipple and her fingers on the other as she pressed her body flush against your pussy.  You felt how wet you got, soaking through your underwear - you probably had a wet spot on your shorts now - but you didn't care as long as you had Abby's hands and mouth on you. 

Abby moved back to your face, admiring you, all flushed and panting. You smiled at Abby and pulled her into the kiss, barely maintaining it as you couldn't stop smiling. 

Abby touched the waistband of your shorts and looked at you, serious again. 

"I'm going to take them off." Abby said, waiting for your confirmation. 

"Good idea." You giggled and watched Abby undress you completely. She took your underwear with your shorts, not wasting any time. 

"Fuck, you're so beautiful." Abby said tenderly, her gaze making you blush as she looked you over. "What do you like?"

"I-uh." You tried to get your thoughts together. "Anything?"

Abby nodded and spread your legs with her hand, caressing your thighs in the process. You shivered when you felt cool air on your wet hole and you covered your face, a little embarrassed when you noticed how intensely Abby was staring between your legs.

Abby felt her mouth water when she saw how wet you were, the desire to make you feel good overpowering her. You were so responsive it made her want to touch you even more, but your shyness melted her heart. 

"Hey, don't be shy." Abby chuckled as she caressed your pelvis lightly. "You're so pretty." 

"Fuck you." You laughed affectionately and moved your hand from your face to look at Abby, who was grinning at you. 

And then Abby moved down, leaving lingering kisses on your stomach until she was right in front of your pussy, her shoulders keeping your legs apart. Abby snaked her hands around your thighs, locking you in one position, and you caught your breath, just staring at her. You couldn't move, her grip on you was unyielding. 

Abby kissed your thighs gently, making you relax again: this feeling was so fucking addicting, just watching you visibly unbend and just accept what was happening - it pressed Abby's buttons in ways that her mind got even filthier, imagining if you could let go completely and let her do whatever she wanted with you. 

Abby pressed on your thighs, spreading them even wider to open you up for her, all pretty, wet and hot. Abby smirked and licked you from your hole all the way up to your clit, the tip of Abby's tongue making you twitch in her hands from sudden painful pleasure. Too much, Abby thought and relaxed her tongue on your clit, circling it softly. She watched your breath hitch and eyes flutter, the soft, quiet sounds leaving your lips as she played with your clit. You were so wet and tasted so fucking good Abby didn't want to leave your thighs ever again. 

Abby's mouth felt so good on you, you couldn't even think as she sucked on your clit, making you fucking jump in her arms, but she held you down without breaking her movements and doubled her efforts, sucking and licking and swirling her tongue until your heavy breathing turned into loud moans. 

"Abby, fuck-" You managed to say between your high whines. "Jesus-" 

But Abby ignored you, keeping her pace steady on your clit, her chin covered in your slick. She felt how twitchy you got, and she smirked knowing you were close, so she sped up just a little, cautious not to overwhelm you and break the spell before you'd cum for her.

Abby's tongue was pulling you down and down and down, drowning you in syrupy pleasure, building you up to the inevitable as your thighs started to shake and your voice became high pitched, your moans broken and choked. You grabbed Abby's forearm as you felt your orgasm approaching.

"Fuck- ohmygod- abby- Abby!" You screamed, oh god Abby made you fucking scream and she wasn’t stopping, she wasn’t stopping, her tongue lightly moving up and down your pussy, collecting your wetness as she licked you clean. It made you blush and you covered your face again as you tried to get your body under control.

The hold on your thighs eased up and Abby kissed your stomach, her tongue hot on your skin. She took her time, worshipping you as she placed soft kisses on your body: you were so soft and delicate she couldn’t believe she actually got to touch you. Abby moved up and gently moved your arm away from your face.

“Hey.” Abby said as she smiled at you, so tender it was almost unbearable. You looked so good, still twitching after your first orgasm, and Abby looked into your eyes, trying to remember every little line and every blush and how your breathing wasn’t evened out yet, but you were smiling back at her.

“Hi.” You giggled and put your trembling fingers on Abby’s neck. You looked at each other and broke into happy giggles. “Gimme a sec, I need my body to stop shaking and then it’s your turn.”

“That good, huh?” Abby smirked and you blushed. “Actually. Do you think you can go again?” Abby asked, her hand moving down to your hip, tracing circles on your hip bones. 

"Yeah." You nodded, a little confused, and then Abby's hand moved further down. "Oh, you mean now." You giggled at your own obliviousness.

"Yeah." Abby whispered as she watched you, her hunger back. "Wanna see you cum again, you're so fucking beautiful."

You looked at Abby with wide eyes and kissed her desperately, her words messing with your heart, turning you into butter. 

Abby pulled away, wanting to see your face when she'd push inside you. She moved her fingers through your folds, so gentle and careful, and you felt one finger circling your hole. You shuddered in anticipation, looking back at Abby, her pupils so dilated she almost lost all blue in her eyes. And then she pushed her finger inside and you couldn't even make a sound. You were still tight and wet after your last orgasm, and Abby's finger felt amazing as she slowly stroked your walls.

"Fuck, (y/n)." Abby whispered and kissed your neck, sucking a hickey into your skin. 

She wanted to be careful with you, to keep you relaxed until your pleasure would build up enough for you to start making these pretty high noises. Abby curled up her finger, looking for your sweet spot, and suddenly your thighs closed on her arm and you whimpered. 

"There you go." Abby smiled, enjoying you. She eased up a little, giving you a chance to exhale. "Breathe, baby.” She chuckled when she noticed you held your breath. 

You inhaled sharply and your thighs relaxed, not locking Abby’s arm anymore.

"Good girl." Abby said affectionately, so pleased with you and you whined, your head suddenly fuzzy.

You looked at Abby: she was so gorgeous, her face calm and her cheeks faintly pink with a bunch of freckles you wanted to kiss, her hair tucked behind her ears - god you loved when her hair was down. You ran your hand from her neck to her waist, adoring all soft warm skin under your fingertips as she thrusted into you, your breathing turning from sighs to moans.

“Do you want another one?” She whispered in your ear, making you shudder, her mouth working another hickey on your pulse point. 

“Yeah.” You gripped Abby’s hair gently and she pressed her mouth harder to your neck. 

Abby pulled her finger out and you felt empty and a little cold, but then you felt two fingers pressing inside. Abby pushed them in slowly, marvelling by how soft and tight you were around her, how you looked at her, your eyes a little foggy while you smiled a little. Abby curled her fingers and you clenched around her, whimpering, and Abby felt her own hole clench in response. Fuck it was hot.

You felt so full, Abby’s fingers pressing everywhere, ripping sounds out of you on each thrust. Your skin was on fire, each nerve trembling as Abby sped up, her fingers pressing against your sweet spot, as absolutely obscene wet sounds joined your whimpers. It took a little longer to bring you over the edge, but Abby didn’t break her relentless pace until you cried out for her, your walls clenching and pulsating around her fingers as you came, shaking so violently Abby had to use her other hand to hold you down as you twitched uncontrollably while coming down from your high. 

Abby watched you, spellbound, as you came on her fingers, your throat bared for her, purple marks blooming everywhere: you were hers, only hers, and you were so beautiful, like a fucking angel.

"There you go, doing so good for me." Abby praised you as she pulled her fingers out slowly, watching your blissed out face.

Suddenly there was pressure on her shoulders as you made her lie back while your trembling fingers went under her sports bra.

“I wanna see you.” You said in a shaky voice, barely standing up, your thighs still shaking from your orgasm, sticky with your slick. “Can I go down on you?”

Just hearing these words coming out of your mouth made Abby groan - she wanted to fuck you again, but you looked so desperate and wanting she couldn’t refuse. She really couldn’t say no to you, could she? 

Abby sat up and helped you undress her completely, blushing a little under your hungry eyes. You nestled between Abby’s thighs and tried to just absorb her, your eyes roaming over her body, so fucking powerful and beautiful and perfect. You leaned down to Abby and kissed her neck while your hands ran up from her thighs to her waist. Fuck she was magnificent, firm lines mixed with soft flesh. 

“I wanna fucking inhale you.” You said into the crook of her neck, dizzy with desire. Abby’s breath caught in her throat, her ears ringing and her pussy aching because of your words, that were filled with raw obsession. 

“Holy shit, doll.” Abby sighed and tried to get you to lift your head, but you were already moving down, leaving sweet kisses on Abby’s collarbones and stomach.

You cupped Abby’s tits carefully and she closed her eyes, enjoying your touch. You smiled and took her nipple into your mouth, sucking on it gently, and Abby made this low appreciative noise that went straight to your clit. Abby was much quieter than you, but it only turned you on more, listening to her soft fast breathing as you went down, kissing her abs, her sides, mouthing at her muscles as she flexed, her breath hitching every time you placed a new kiss on her skin. You couldn’t get enough of her: you traced Abby’s v-line with your tongue and then planted open-mouthed kisses on conjunctions of her hips, nuzzling in the dips as Abby spread her thighs wider. 

“Can I ask you for something?” You asked as you moved all the way down, getting comfortable between Abby’s thighs. 

“Yeah.”

“Will you be able to keep still?” You mouthed at her thighs, looking Abby in the eyes. You knew you wouldn't be able to hold her down, but you wanted her to let you do what you needed to do.

Abby was surprised by your request, but it only turned her on - it was nearly impossible not to move in this situation, but you asked her - and your wish was her command.

“Yes.”

“Thank you.” You said and buried your face between Abby’s thighs.

Abby twitched but stopped herself from moving, letting you do whatever you want. You opened your mouth and put it over Abby’s pussy, slowly flicking her clit with your tongue. Abby squeezed the pillow behind her and hissed, her orgasm already close: she’s been close since she pushed her fingers inside you. And now Abby had you between her legs and she had to stop herself from moving while your tongue played her like musical instrument and she knew she wouldn’t fucking last. 

“Fuck.” Abby gasped when you gently sucked on her clit, her thighs trembling by the sides of your head. Your mouth felt fucking amazing, and Abby felt her lower stomach tighten, so fucking close. 

Abby tentatively moved her hips up to meet your tongue, bucking up so slightly and so gently - she didn't want to take your control away, but she was almost there. You put your hands on her hip bones and helped her grind against your mouth so tenderly you'd think she was being shy, but Abby moved so precisely you figured that was something she liked, and your heart ached: this powerful woman was so delicate in your arms right now. You met her movements with your soft tongue, flicking her clit until she started to lose her pace. Abby was close, so you gently pressed her hips back to the bed - more accurately, Abby let you press her back to the bed - and sped up, desperate to give Abby her orgasm. 

"Holy fuck." Abby moaned quietly, her voice shaking a little. "Just like that, baby- oh fuck-" She managed to say and in the next second Abby was pulled under as her body exploded, the long groan ripping from her lungs, her hands clutching the pillow so hard she might have torn the fabric. 

You watched Abby obsessively, your mouth slack against her: she was gorgeous, her chest heaving with her fast breathing as the reality came back to her. You moved up to kiss Abby, lying on top of her.

"Hey, (y/n)." Abby called, panting, her eyes are still closed, but her hands were already on you, caressing your back and your waist.

"Yeah?" You kissed her cheek, her nose, her eyes, buzzing with happiness.

Abby opened her eyes and you pressed your thighs together under her dark determined gaze: she looked at you like you were her prey and she finally caught you.

"Can you go again?"

#abby anderson x you #abby anderson x reader #abby tlou #abby anderson smut #hockey!abby

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Ask for @penname-artist that disappeared from my inbox because it spent so long in it.

WGP Racers Headcanons:

I’m not excessively well versed on them, but I shall give this a damn good go for you, my fine friend!

Lightning Mcqueen - Lightning spends a portion of his free time watching Doc’s old racing videos. He wants to try and pick up on anything that the older race car didn’t get the chance to teach him before he died. That and he misses him and just wants some semblance of his company again. 

Shovels food like whatever he is eating is his last meal. Sally has had to slow him down more than once to prevent indigestion. 

He snores. Really loud. It's utterly obnoxious and it can be heard down the street. If she didn't love him, Sally would have suffocated him in his sleep by now. 

Francesco Bernoulli - Francesco has travelled thousands of miles just to make it home in time for dinner. His mothers' home cooking is utter perfection and so worth every penny he spends on travelling. 

Had a small dinner party, inviting each of the WGP racers to attend. Initially, McQueen wasn’t invited.

He actually became amazing “Frienemies” with McQueen, their competitive natures slowly melting into jovial banter between them. Although their relationship is nowhere close to the friendship that Lightning has with Bobby and Cal, they still get on quite well. They often have arguments online, simply for shits and giggles. 

Jeff Gorvette - Gets along sportingly with Lewis and takes any opportunity to hang out with him. Although their hobbies and interests vary greatly from one another, they often have weekends together to just take it easy.

After his retirement, Jeff took to painting and is now a very accomplished artist. He takes commissions from his friends. Free of charge. 

Terrified of spiders. Lewis takes the piss.

Lewis Hamilton - Is a trained martial artist. He practises Shotokan karate when he's not racing and often goes to watch competitions. It's his favourite Olympic sport to watch. He has tried to teach Jeff some movies but Jeff just gets a bit scared at his intensity and runs away. 

Loves to go out partying and pretty much always invites Jeff along for the ride. They try their best to stay out of trouble, but it's hard to do as Jeff is a mental drunk. 

Max Schnell - Max adores outdoor adventuring and losing himself in woodlands and forests. He spent all his time as a child in the natural environment so it feels more like home to him than any other environment on earth. This is the first place he will go to when stressed. 

Has a real sweet tooth. Will kill for a profiterole and adores a well constructed crumble.

Max is well-versed in multiple languages as he loves to travel and wants to ensure that he is understood wherever he goes. He deems it impolite to go to a foreign land and not at least try to converse in the native tongue. He became interested in languages and is fluent in German (obviously), English, French and Italian. He is trying to learn Japanese and Shu is helping. 

Went to an engineering school and studied to become an engineer. When he became a racer, he utilised his knowledge to benefit his career. He’s incredibly intelligent and uses this to help his fellow racers and friends.

Raoul CaRoule - Raoul is pretty much the calmest vehicle in the world when it comes to problems. He doesn’t fret, doesn’t stress and takes everything as it comes. He’s great to be around in tricky situations as he's usually the first with a solution to a problem. 

He adores getting his tyres dirty. No matter where he goes in the world, he has to make sure he gets covered in dust and mud. It makes him feel alive, free, happy and it takes him right back to his roots. 

Raoul is very active and enjoys challenges. Learning new physical skills helps his restless mind. Lewis is teaching him Karate and Raoul loves it. He's going for his black belt very soon. 

He wants to learn how to dance. 

Carla Veloso - Carla loves to party. She’ll dance away for hours and not give a damn about who’s watching. She is spritely and loves to socialise at any given opportunity. 

She can drink and has drunk all of her fellow WGP racers under the table. 

Carla got into racing when she was very young, coming from a family of incredibly fast vehicles who would watch the races with her. It was all she ever wanted to do and her dreams were well supported. 

She loves tractors and finds them hilarious. 

Shu Todoroki - Although his last name means ‘thunderous sound’, Shu himself is anything but loud. He is quietly spoken and keeps to himself most of the time. Although he does end up being quite close with Raoul during the WGP and keeps in regular contact with him. 

Shu appreciates his alone time and will often go off to simply be by himself for a little while. He needs to recharge after a large gathering, though he is by no means anxious or afraid of them. 

His paint job is of the Ka-Riu dragon. He chose it to represent his incredible abilities to simply plough through any tough situation, and to symbolise his high levels of grit and determination. He never shies away from anything, no matter how difficult it may seem.

Nigel Gearsley - A very well spoken gentleman; courteous in every way. Nigel comes from a well off family and was brought up in the world of racing. He has an incredible level of stamina from training on Aston Hill Mountain that's near impossible to beat. 

He got Ramone to change his paint colour after the race at Radiator Springs. He told him to “go wild”. Fillmore ended up getting involved and Nigel ended up with Tie-Dye patterns. He certainly didn’t complain. 

Nigel is a bit of a history buff. He loved history in high school and ended up going into higher education and studying British history. He is particularly interested in subjects surrounding the royal family. 

Miguel Camino - Miguel is a thrill seeker and loves sports that involve danger and intense competition. He adores high intensity activities and has gone skydiving on many occasions. As long as he is free, he will always participate in the running of the bulldozers. 

He is a total show off. He will display himself at any given opportunity for any crowd that's willing to watch him. He exudes confidence with everything he does and is the envy of a lot of his acquaintances. 

He gets on really well with Raoul. They have a bouncy energy together and it's infectious. 

He loves gelato. He will get himself to a gelato bar as often as he possibly can. There aren't many flavours that he hasn’t tried and he plans to try each flavour from each place he goes to. His favourite is lemon. 

Rip Clutchgoneski - Rip is an incredibly humble vehicle, attributing his successes to luck of the draw, when in reality, he is very skilled. He just doesn’t notice it. He lacks confidence in himself quite often and occasionally needs a little boost from his friends and colleagues, especially when he begins to question his abilities. 

He is naturally funny and often pulls amazing jokes that put those who hear them into fits of laughter. He always seems happy. Even in bad situations, he holds a strong position and keeps himself and others laughing. 

Rip is a fan of Dusty Crophopper since he feels a kinship with him. Dusty built himself from the ground up just as Rip did for himself in the racing world. 

He is an avid gamer and loves to spend hours of his spare time online with friends and strangers alike. He favours racing games but has a soft spot for Minecraft. 

#cars 2 #cars pixar #cars fandom #cars #pixar cars #cars headcanons #cars 2 (2011) #wgp racers #carla veloso #jeff gorvette #max schnell #lewis hamilton (cars) #rip clutchgoneski #shu todoroki #miguel camino #raoul caroule #lightning mcqueen #francesco bernoulli #nigel gearsley #wgp #SORRY THIS TOOK SO BLOODY LONG!!!

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So, I weirdly haven’t written enough about this on this blog so far, given what a big thing it is for me – I’m going to the fucking UK this summer. For real this time. For real. Here is a post about it.

I first posted on this blog about wanting to go to the UK in early 2021, I think. I remember making posts about how maybe once the vaccines were finally released, and I was all vaccinated, travel would be safe, and I could go for a little while before I start my college courses again. That didn’t happen for quite a few reasons.

I spent much of 2021 planning a hypothetical trip, knowing it probably couldn’t really happen, because obviously things like this don’t really happen, but I needed something to fantasize about in the depths of lockdown. It’s odd that a global pandemic made me interested in international travel for the first time. Pre-COVID, my life was so full of a single sport that I didn’t really have time to think about anything else as a hobby. I was on the road most weekends, but that road was the 401, driving off to the same few cities anywhere from two to twelve hours away, to sleep in a cheap hotel or on someone’s gym floor and then shout at teenagers at day and immediately drive home. Every once in a while we’d go to a tournament in the States, which counted as exciting international travel. The idea of actually seeing places that are not in or near the border with my country just hadn’t occurred to me.

Then the world ended, I fell deep into the Britcom rabbit hole, all that stuff. And in 2021, I got really into 1) memorizing how to label all the countries and major cities in the world, and all the counties or other regional areas in the UK and Ireland, on a blank map, because I’d learned that the larger world existed and I wanted to be clear about where it all is, and 2) going through places I’ve never been on Google Earth, usually while listening to audio comedy. I also took to looking up things to do in the UK on Trip Advisor, mapping the route on Google Maps and following it on Google Earth, knowing this was all for a hypothetical fantasy trip but still researching things like train fares and schedules because it was more fun if it felt like it could be real.

I’m fascinated by the idea of places that are Different From Here being actual real physical places where people could actually go. Which is especially weird in this case because I actually have been to the UK. I have a godmother there, whom I’ve met in person three times, twice when she’s come to Canada and once when for my sixteenth birthday she paid for my mother and I to go to England for a week. We stayed at her place in London, did all the tourist-y things, also spent a day in some spot in Somerset but I’m fuzzy on where or why, it was 2006. My clearest memory of the week is seeing Spamalot on St. Patrick’s Day and thinking it was the coolest thing ever. I’ve also got fairly clear memories of climbing stairs at St. Paul’s Cathedral, thinking Westminster Abbey was the most beautiful building I’d ever seen, and seeing some extremely cool stuff at the British Library including some original handwritten Beatles lyrics. And I remember the tube and being impressed that the cars really do have driver doors on the wrong side, that’s not just a thing they made up on Fawlty Towers.

Still, it was so long ago, and it was such a short time compared to the amount of time that I’ve spent watching Britian on TV, that it does feel a bit like Britain is a fictional place that exists on TV. Obviously I realize that’s a very ignorant North American thing for me to say, and in my defense I think I know a hell of a lot more about Britain than the average ignorant North American. I can label all the regions in England, Scotland, Ireland, and Wales in under five minutes. But I’ve got to admit, on a visceral level, learning all that stuff does feel a bit like memorizing lore in a fantasy novel.

There is kind of an appeal in the idea that… okay, the last time I was this obsessed with something besides a sport in which I actually participated, I was a kid in the Harry Potter fandom. I was a kid who read a lot of books, and a lot of my favourites happened to be British fantasy or sci-fi novels (Harry Potter, CS Lewis, Tolkein, His Dark Materials, Douglas Adams), but Harry Potter was the one that took over my life from the ages of about ten to fourteen. You classic situation of – didn’t have friends in real life, all my social interaction came from Harry Potter message boards, a vast chunk of my free time dedicated to reading every passage of the books over and over and over and analyzing them and writing things about them and I made some friends on the internet who loved Luna Lovegood as much as I did. Then I got to high school and started wrestling and made some friends in real life and slowly moved away from online fandom, didn’t do anything except that for fifteen years, then the world ended, I came back and found a new online fandom that was also British but had less magic and more panel shows, then the author turned out to be a terrible person and ruined my childhood.

Anyway. The point is that I remember when I was a kid, obviously I spent ages fantasizing about being able to actually go to all those places in Harry Potter. But I couldn’t, because those are not real places. Well, my new foray into fandom also feels a bit like that – like this fictional thing I’ve got obsessed with that no one around me knows anything about but some people on the internet are into it. Except that this time, the place where all these things happen is actually a real place, and I can pay money to go there. This concept remains amazing to me.

So I mapped out the idea of this trip a couple of years ago, and for a long time, it stayed in a limbo between fantasy and genuine possibility. I did actually start working out budgets and putting money aside for it, but all the while thinking this won’t actually work. I was starting to do things post-lockdown again, the sense that we were all locked down so nothing is real so I may as well engaged in some escapism and plan some fantasy trips – that started to give way to regular life, and in regular life, I’m not a person who does shit like that. I can’t just fly across the ocean to see a fictional place. I still had it vaguely in my head that maybe someday I’d like to, but I stopped actively planning anything.

But at the same time, the whole concept of Britain was starting to feel a bit less fictional (I’m… I’m feeling the need to clarify, again, that this is just a sort of emotional automatic response to put “the place where Britcom happens” in the “fictional” category in my brain… I did not at any point genuinely think the United Kingdom was fictional… especially since I’ve been there before). I do remember the first time I got physical, tangible proof that the people in the fictional Britcom world are real, when Russell Howard came to my city in March 2022 (my then-girlfriend got us tickets because she knew I liked British comedians, she was excited about it so I didn’t tell her that actually I’m mad at him for the Jordan Peterson apologism so don’t want to go, it’s not something I’d have chosen myself but it was a thoughtful gift and to be fair an extremely fun night), and I could not get over the idea that the man from the fictional place was here in real life displacing air like he’s a real human being and actually all of it is physically real. Over the next few months I did an 8.5-hour drive to New York City to see Nish Kumar, and then two months later a 2-hour drive to see him do the same show in Montreal, because it was that fucking great a show. I also saw James Acaster in Montreal, and a club night with Dara O’Briain and Fern Brady and Phil Wang and Tom Allen and Sindhu Vee and every single one of them was an actual real person breathing the same air as me. Before the show I saw Dara O’Briain on the street and was so shocked that I hit my mother too hard to show her and she jumped and the commotion attracted his attention and I didn’t know what to do except stare at him like he was a zoo animal until he smiled awkwardly at me and went on his way.

Things like this did rather renew my interest in a trip, not just for the novelty of seeing a place that feels fictional, but for the more practical purposes of seeing my favourite comedians live. My interests within Britcom were starting to shift significantly toward stand-up, I got obsessed for a while with learning everything about the history of the Edinburgh Festival in the 21st Century, it seemed like another world, the time of the Chocolate Milk Gang and 24-hour shows from the early 00s, but then I watched videos on the internet that were filmed at the 2022 Edinburgh Festival and realized this place is actually real and still happening now and it is technically possible to go there.

After that, the concept rapidly became de-fictionalized in my mind when I sent someone a message on a comedy forum, in the hopes of finding a few comedy recordings that I heard existed, and by complete coincidence stumbled upon the best person I possibly could have. I’d thought worst case scenario is he doesn’t reply and I will be left to assume he saw my message and considered it horribly rude, great scenario is he has a few things I’m asking for, amazing best case scenario is maybe he has lots of stuff and is willing to share. As it happened, I got the best case scenario, plus far more than that. Specifically, a the coolest fucking person I could possibly have found, as a new friend, direct interaction that made all of this seem a hell of a lot less fictional very, very fast. He said things like “So are you ever going to come out here and actually see this stuff yourself”, and I said things like “Obviously I have plotted a route and looked up train fares but don’t be silly, that was just the stuff of lockdown-induced dreams.”

I quickly started planning things more seriously, but at the same time, the editing work I’d been doing started drying up, I had a bit of a financial crisis where I became concerned that I’d be unable to pay rent, and couldn’t save for a trip. I followed the 2023 Edinburgh Festival from afar, from NextUp streams and hearing stories about it from a friend who actually went there and sent me pictures, which was so fucking cool, and it was all so very very real.

I got a new job, this one much harder because it involves leaving the house all day for five days a week, but also it’s much more stable than the editing work I did for all of lockdowns, and I was able to start saving money in the second half of 2023. I learned that the place where I work shuts down for the last week of July, and the Monday of the following week is a holiday. So I put in a request for just four days off, the Tuesday-Friday, to create a two-week holiday. One week in London at the end of July, and one week in Edinburgh during the first week of the Edinburgh Festival.

The time off got approved (barely, I was told I can’t book any other vacation time in 2024, but I got it) in late 2023, and it was so exciting, and that’s the first time it started to feel even a little bit real. Then I booked an Air B&B for the week in Edinburgh, because it’s my understanding that accommodation availability and prices are a huge issue there and you want to book early. I think I did well, though. Found a place that’s not cheap but not unfeasibly expensive, I can have my own room and it’s a 50-minute walk or 10-minute bus from Edinburgh city centre. It was so exciting to book the place, put some money down, finally have something on the books for sure. Though I did triple check that it’s fully refundable if I cancel up until pretty much the day before, just in case something goes wrong.

I booked the flights over Christmas. They weren’t cheap, but I was able to afford them without destroying my ability to pay rent, because it turns out there is a reason why I put myself through human interaction for 8-10 hours five days a week. I did pay an extra fee to give myself the ability to pay another fee and cancel them, because still, it felt like I can’t be totally sure this will actually work. But that was a big commitment.

And that’s pretty well the main things sorted out. I still have to book a whole lot of train tickets, but I have the flights. I have the time off work. I have the Edinburgh accommodation. I have accommodation in London, because the absolute coolest person I could possibly come across on a comedy message board has a spare room, and is extremely kind and generous with his time and space, and I’ve said some pretty disparaging things about that message board before (based on some quite bad threads from like fifteen years ago, that I spent weeks reading in their entirety because, you know, autism), and I would like to take them all back.

Now they’ve announced the first bunch of acts at the 2024 Edinburgh Festival, and I’ve been going through picking out which ones look most interesting to me, and for maybe the first time, it’s finally feeling completely, entirely real. This is happening. For real this time. I am going through an Edinburgh Festival catalogue not just to take screenshots of the most interesting blurbs so I can save them in a folder and/or post them on my blog to say here’s an interesting piece of history. I am going through it to pick what shows I wish to see.

So here’s my plan, that I’m writing because I now feel confident that I think it’s actually going to happen. Obviously I have a spreadsheet with various tabs, and a KMZ file so I can open Google Earth with all the places I might potentially want to see already marked. I have been planning this trip for years. I have two weeks in the UK, and I don’t want to waste a single second. I want to make sure all that time spent planning comes to something, because as a fundamental part of my personality, I have always believed that there is a level of planning you can do to guarantee that everything goes right. This belief has been proven wrong time and time again, but I’ve never tried something with this much planning beforehand, so surely this time it’ll work. No taking a chance on some tourist attraction that might turn out to be shit, because I’ll have looked at it all on Google Earth beforehand and ranked things in order of how cool they look.

I have organized my spreadsheet into seven tabs: overview, plan by day, places to eat, things to see London, in Edinburgh, in Cambridge, and things to pack. I have organized each “things to see” tab into three sections: things I want to see for reasons related to general tourism, things I want to see for reasons related to comedy, and things I want to see for reasons related to Harry Potter. I apologize for the latter, and obviously I will not be doing anything that would give revenue to JK Rowling. But nothing JK Rowling can say in the 2020s will change my childhood, and I need to spend some amount of time indulging my childhood dreams of running around fancy buildings feeling like I’m in a magical British land.

London, tourism: pretty straightforward. Westminster Abbey and St. Paul’s Cathedral are on the list, because I remember how cool they were last time, and because for some reason when I stopped being Christian at age 16 I did not also get rid of my awe at fancy churches. I want to see Parliament and related areas, I want to try to get a picture of the Number 10 door as seen in Yes Minister. I want to see some bridges. Take a cable car across a river. Go look at Douglas Adams in Highgate Cemetery (I realize there are more famous people than Douglas Adams there, I’d like to see them too, but mainly Douglas Adams). Go see what The British Library has going on while I’m there. There are too many pubs on the list given the fact that I’m currently trying to stop drinking, I am going to cut some of those pubs off the list and I’m just trying to decide which ones, but I really love a good pub and the ones in London look so cool and even if I can’t have a pint I want to sit there in the atmosphere and have a burger or some shit.

Harry Potter tour of London is simple. Obviously I want to go look at King’s Cross Station, I did it when I was 16 and it was so fucking cool, I don’t care how stupid that is. Otherwise, I’ve looked up three different areas that were used in filming Diagon Alley, and according to Google Earth, seem like the do sort of look like Diagon Alley-like places. That’s what’s interesting to me. I’m not really interested in places where the movies just happened to be filmed (the movies were fine, I’ve seen them a couple of times each, but it was the books that I read until I had them nearly memorized), I want to see places that look like they could be where the books were actually set. And Goodwin’s Court appears to look like where Harry Potter could have actually been set. So I’ve made an appointment to go walk down a road.

For the comedy-related locations in London, there are a few venues I want to see. Ideally while something’s playing in them, but even if there’s nothing I’m interested in at the Soho Theatre while I’m there, I’d still want to go in and just see the building, after the all the shows I’ve seen and heard that were recorded there. Same with The Bill Murray. Battersea Arts Centre. I also wish to make a pilgrimage to the bit of Regent’s Park where Daniel Kitson’s done some of the most landmark nights of comedy in the last twenty years. Obviously I want to go stand outside the gates to the Taskmaster house and see just how close it is to that golf course. (There will also be a few hours of the itinerary where I might just leave some of the details blank, no need to get too much into what I want to see there, it’s in my spreadsheet as just “Crystal Palace”, and I will say that if you don’t want people to go look at a place where you used to live, don’t make your address the title of your theatre show – I need to stress again, just so we’re clear about what level of creepiness I’m talking about here, it is a former address, not anywhere that anyone significant lives now or has lived for the last fifteen years, it's just the subject of comedy stories that are now long in the past, as are various surrounding landmarks, it’s archaeology.)

Now, in Edinburgh I’ve put a lot fewer things on the itinerary, because I want to leave most of my time for going to see comedy shows. And going to see a couple of music shows, because that first wave of events they’ve announced includes a couple of traditional Scottish music things that I am so excited about, it’s going to be mostly comedy but I do want to do that as well. Celtic music, Harry Potter, British comedy – all the biggest special interests of my life besides the one where you beat people up, all easy to access at this festival (I mean, technically Edinburgh has something called wrestling too, but it’s best if I don’t hear anyone try to compare the Max + Ivan wrestling to the sport that I do).

I do want to climb Arthur’s Seat, because I’ve done it about a hundred times in Google Earth so I just have to do it in real life. When Mark Watson released his book last year, I got the signed and dedicated version and he said we can tell him about a problem we have for him to solve in the dedication. I said my problem is I’m going to London and Edinburgh next year and need advice on where to go, he said I should climb Scott’s Monument. Even though my levels of respect for Mark Watson have dropped significantly since that book actually came out, I am still going to climb Scott’s Monument because Mark Watson told me to.

Similarly, this extremely kind and cool person I know recently got the chance to get me an autographed copy of Tim Key’s new book (which I unfortunately won’t get until I go to London and pick it up in person, but it looks great), where he also asked Tim to give me some advice for my trip. Tim Key said to go to Mosque Kitchen, and Indian restaurant in Edinburgh, so I’m doing that. Oh, and while I’m in London I have to go to a place called Kebab Kid, because it’s Nish Kumar’s favourite shawarma place in England, which I know because I know a guy who could just walk up to Nish Kumar after one of his gigs and ask him what his favourite shawarma place is. Have I mentioned how fucking cool this is?

Anyway. That’s the extent of my interest in Edinburgh tourism, mainly. I mean, if I were going when the festival weren’t on, there would be plenty of other stuff I want to see. But I don’t want to take time away from festival events. I might do the castle. The castle’s probably cool. I definitely want to walk up that hill, as I’ve done many times on Google Earth, and look at the castle. Whether I pay to go inside will depend if there’s a hole in the comedy schedule, I guess.

In the Edinburgh – Harry Potter section, I have a few things. Greyfriar’s Kirkyard, the graveyard with the story about the dog that’s probably bullshit (I mean, it happened, but I think someone was just feeding that dog) but the story about how it inspired Harry Potter character names that’s true. Go get a picture of Tom Riddle’s grave. I’ve marked a couple of streets and a couple of buildings that look particularly like they could be from Harry Potter, those are on the list of places to walk. There’s a Harry Potter store that I want to go in and look through the stuff because the interior seems really cool, but I promise I would never spend money in there.

And then Edinburgh – comedy will probably take care of itself. I want to see The Stand and The Gilded Balloon, as the sites of many of my favourite comedy events over the last twenty years. But I’m hoping I’ll end up in those places anyway to see shows, so no need to make a special trip. If not, though, I’m making a special trip. I have to see the stage where the cow got torn apart. I absolutely have to go see it in person.

There is also the Cambridge tab, because I have blocked off one of my London days to take a train to Cambridge and back. I have made a Google Earth document with about 20 of the most interesting-seeming colleges marked. Obviously I’m not going to see 20 colleges, I’m going to look at them all in Google Earth and then rank them by how cool they look and go see as many as I can in order. I have also, of course, marked down which ones let you take tours and at what times. The place I’m most excited to see is the Wren Library, which appears to be a library from Harry Potter or His Dark Materials or something. I want to see Trinity College because it’s the college on which Douglas Adams based the college in the first Dirk Gently book. A few of the colleges have chapels that look really pretty and are interesting to me because I have for some reason not lost my awe of pretty churches. And mainly, I just want to walk around the Cambridge University grounds looking at stuff.

Oh, and we’re leaving another day to take a train to Kent, where they have an archive of stand-up comedy materials that I wish to see. But I haven’t made a tab for that, because I just want to see some stuff in the University of Kent and then go back to London.

I am also hoping I can block out one day from the Edinburgh week to not book any shows, and just take trains around Scotland. I have always wanted to take trains around Scotland. I have always romanticized trains, I have always romanticized Scotland, taking a train through rural parts of Scotland will make me feel like I’m on the Hogwarts Express, it’s everything my over-romanticizing heart fantasized about when imagining this trip. I’ve checked, and while it would be an incredibly long day, it is possible to take a train from Edinburgh to Mallaig in the morning, have a couple of hours in Mallaig, and take another train back at night. This would take me, twice, through something that’s supposed to be one of the most beautiful train journeys in the world, from Glasgow to Mallaig. Mallaig is a tiny village on the West Coast of Scotland and it’s got a hiking trail and a pub and I just want to take a train across a country and walk around the trail and then sit in that pub and look at the ocean. I want that so badly. It’s been a rough couple of months, I find it hard to spend 8 to 10 hours a day interacting with other people, the thought that one day in early August I might spend one hour sitting in a pub in Mallaig looking at the ocean is really getting me the through the day at this point. There are a few pubs in Mallaig, but obviously I’ve picked out my favourite. I want to eat seafood. I love seafood. That’s not just a Mallaig thing, seafood is my favourite food and I always eat lots of it when I visit the East Coast of Canada because it’s better near the ocean. All of Britain is near the ocean, so I want to eat all their seafood.

Okay, that’s the plan. I was going to write about what I’m thinking in terms of actual shows to see, but I might let that turn into a different post. Right now, I’m just excited about the idea of posting this on the internet because it is real and I am actually going to do it and having this to look forward to is way too big a proportion of my motivation at this point in my life.

[lilacs-world]

I feel like I’m chronically not okay but idk if I’m valid enough to label myself as chronically ill. I am able to work 40h a week but with the cost of laying in bed the rest of the day when I’m back home. In the weekends I sleep mostly. My room is a disaster because I never have the energy to tackle the chaos. I wished I was able to walk to work and back but standing for more than 15 min is already exhausting me and I get dizzy and lightheaded. I am constantly in pain, my normal pain level is on good days at a 2 on bad days it’s at a 4 or 5 but maybe I’m too modest about my pain due to fear of admitting I’m not okay. I am always tired even if I sleep usually enough. At times I feel more refreshed with only 4 hours of sleep hell knows why. I am waking up daily at 5:45am to get myself ready for 8am work. I don’t know if I’m ever gonna be a functioning adult. I am scared of the moment I will unmask bcs im masking daily due to Audhd. Plus daily I’m confused because we are often switching and my quality at work at times fluctuating and my TLs wondering wtf bcs we know u know all the processes so wtf. Daily I feel like I know only a specific part of the processes and I have days where I ask so many questions that one of the TLs told me they are growing gray hairs bcs of me asking so much. The doctors in my country are shit when I mentioned suspecting we are a system they said nah it’s just ur anxiety. When I questioned if I have adhd my former psych said nah only kids can have it. My former therapist said yeah after unofficially diagnosing me with it. Autism I suspect that too and I got my confirmation more or less from my bf who’s on the spectrum as well. He got his confirmation he has adhd as well by me noticing lots of adhd things in him and he has now meds whilst me is in this godforsaken country that isn’t taking me seriously. I got my confirmation I have adhd when I took speed and realised for the first time "so this is how neurotypicals experience their life?" I for once had a train of thoughts in order and not a carambolage of luggage’s getting stuck in the baggage claim belt. I sobbed so hard. On good days I am able to remember and memorise lots of shit. But on bad days I barely anything. My body is out of control. I have pcos and it’s ravaging my body. I grow hair on my chin and arms and it’s making me uncomfortable and I developed anxiety about having hair in my face to the point over pluck and over shave it. My period is out of control. I either bleed for 2 months consecutive or I don’t have my period for 6 months. I am anemic due to it. I am such a pale human that I’m constantly being asked if I am okay. Oh yeah not to forget having an autoimmune disease since I am 2 years old. Having to deal with psoriasis break outs each winter where I end up being covered on my legs, arms , ass with skin patches of psoriasis. At times it’s even in my eyebrows and on my scalp. Each winter is a torture for me. I am battling with depression as well. Luckily this last year it wasn’t so overbearing and I felt more human than I used to in the past. Nonetheless my anxiety is ravaging and leaving me crippled daily. I sound ridiculous talking about myself rn bcs in my brain I feel like you aren’t this sick or unwell you are faking this you are a horrible human for saying all this things but I know it’s probably my internal ableism and the internal critical subconsciously developed voices of my surroundings telling me I’m not actually sick and I need to go to work even if sick etc. Sigh. Idk where I wanted to go with this whole post. I know you guys don’t see often a personal post from me or posts from me and more reblogs of stuff I enjoy seeing and stuff I wanna boost and stuff I find important or relatable or stuff that I think might make someone feel better and less anxious or feel seen. I hope this is fine. I hope being more real is helpful. Maybe I should do this rambling on my other blog @unfilteredrealities where I tried to talk about life in a real way , unfiltered. You can even send in your own submissions if u want to.

Anyway thanks for reading my ted talk.

TLDR: I don’t know if I’m actually chronically ill and if I’m valid enough to label myself as that and then I rambled about my life experiences with audhd, did, anxiety, depression, pcos, psoriasis and there are more but I’m exhausted.

#lilacs world #lilacs-world #lilac gets personal #ok to reblog #adulting #adult adhd #adult autistic #mental illness #mental health #dissociative identity disorder #chronic illness #chronic pain #chronic fatigue #vulnerability #pls help #i need feedback #psoriatic arthritis #rheumatoid arthritis #pcos #fibromyalgia #disabled? I’m not sure 😭

[realmadridfamily]

Last year was particularly significant for Israeli model Mishel Gerzig and her husband, Real Madrid goalkeeper Thibaut Courtois. Last summer, they married in a prestigious secret wedding that was talked about around the world. Later, they both went through a difficult period after Tibo's leg injury - then came the war in Israel, which forced them to join the information campaign. But last week they announced some particularly happy news - their first pregnancy. In recent days, the pregnant Gerzig came for a short visit to Israel - and we caught her this morning (Sunday) on the set of Z-Sport, of which she is the main face. In the interview, Mishel talked about her role as an expectant mother and life in Spain in the shadow of the war in Israel.

Do you also do sports during this period? Of course, I have to. I think it's even more important during this period. I was practicing sports even before my pregnancy, now I just keep doing it.

How long did you come to Israel? 5 days. I spent a weekend in Eilat, in the sun, at the beach - now I'm fresh for a day of photo shoots.

How are you coping with this difficult time? It's hard to deal with this from a distance. We get updates from the phone, from messages, from friends and family, we're not actually here so it's very difficult. Together Tibo and I try to be as supportive as we can. Because I'm pregnant, I took everything very seriously and very sensitively. There were moments when I felt I needed a second breath. Basically, we try to be strong. We have no other choice.

Are you getting comments about all your support for Israel? Yes, I've been uploading videos about this situation since the beginning - and Tibo decided to upload it too at some point. We quickly found ourselves under fire from all sides, but we stand behind it with our heads held high. Tibo, who is not Israeli, is behind it anyway and that is truly amazing. There is nothing I can do, everyone knows that I am Israeli, everyone knows where I grew up and that I served in the army. I have always been proud of it - and I will continue to be proud of it. I will never hide it. If you don't like it, have a nice day.

Why did Tibo decide to take part? He is not Israeli, why would he participate in the information system? I think he now has a direct connection with this country - he visited Israel and now has friends and family from here. My family is his family, my friends are his friends, so he really feels more connected to this country, it hits him more personally. When it happened, it not only shocked him, but it really touched on a kind of point: "Hey, these are my people too." The hate and shocking wishes he has received, but he still stands behind it and has no interest in criticism. We started talking to people to explain the situation, it opens their eyes. His teammates came up to me and asked how I and my family were doing. There is a lot of support behind the scenes, but less in public.

Isn't there a fear that it will harm his professional career? I don't think something like this should happen in a place like this, and if it does, it's very sad. After all, everyone has their own opinion. But I think such a shocking situation should shock the whole world. Tibo talks about this to a lot of people and he's not shy - and I think what he's doing is a great advertisement.

First pregnancy, huh? What is the excitement meter? Wow, very high! Huge excitement, it's really a ray of light and great fun at the moment. We checked the test together, it was very exciting.

When will the baby come into the world? At spring.

How did Tibo's children react? They were so excited, they were so charming. It really warms the heart.

Do you intend to continue living in Spain? At the moment, yes. Tibo obviously has his rehab plan and training plan, and that's where we're at right now.

Just between you and me, how involved will Tibo be in raising the baby? Will he change diapers? Will he get up at night? Of course he will! And he will get up at night - he is much better than me at getting up at night.

Do you already have name ideas? We have some ideas. But we're still processing it.

What do you expect from your child? The future of a footballer or a model? Whatever he or she wants, but the most important thing is health.

Were you not afraid to come to Israel during the war, when you're pregnant? I think overall it stopped me from arriving early because I had suffered from anxiety attacks in the past and didn't know how it would affect me and had to keep my mind balanced. But in the end I decided to come and I am very happy with this decision.

#Mishel Gerzig #Thibaut Courtois #Baby Boom 2024 #Israel #Interview

[ilostmyblueberries]

Sukuna´s confession

≈pairing : Sukuna X female reader

≈genre : Yuuji and Sukuna are twins, university life, confession time, friends to lovers

≈ WARNINGS: swearing, a bit of alcohol at the very end (it´s uni AU so they are all legal age), kissing, mentions of food

≈ University life can be rough but with the right people around, nothing seems impossible. A story where you and your friends - Nobara, Megumi and Itadori twins Yuuji and Sukuna try to break a world record. But who ends up being the real winner in the end?

≈ this story is related to my other story called Love Change. It can be however read without reading the first one but still, feel free to check it out! <3 Stay safe

The year was coming to its end and winter season arrived sooner than anyone thought. Temperatures dropped to around 10 degrees of Celsius and short days were accompanied by an occasional light breeze. But despite the cold season, the atmosphere was warm as Christmas was coming.

The whole University was decorated with small colourful ornaments in the shapes of stars, bells and candy canes. Lights were stretched out through the halls and staircases, and wreaths were hanging on doors.

You were currently sitting in the library, studying for the last big exam before Christmas Eve. Hunched over a laptop, you finally came to your senses as you straightened your back and stretched out your hands. You looked outside the window and stared at the big Christmas tree that had been there since the beginning of December.

You gazed back down at your screen when a voice disturbed you. „Y/N.“ It was Sukuna, the tougher Itadori twin. „You are gonna help me settle a bet.“ he announced.

„No.“ you replied and tried to get back to your work but he caught your hand, his cold fingers curling around your wrist.

„I wasn´t asking.“

„And I am not helping with anything.“ you tried to wiggle your hand free but it was useless.

„Hear me out first.“ he let go of your hand and sat down in front of you.

You let out a big sigh and took off your glasses. Tired, you rubbed your eyes with your hands and then buried your face inside your palms.

„Okay, so.“ he started, „Let´s say that I made a cool bet.“

„I highly doubt that.“ you crossed your arms, your gaze not leaving his broad frame.

„Don´t interrupt me. I made a bet with Megumi that I could break the Guinness record in the amount of eaten Gyoza under one minute.“ he was looking hella proud as he finished probably the dumbest sentence that he had ever said aloud.

„How much is that?“

„Only 10.“ he smiled widely, little fires of mischief appearing in his dark-brown eyes.

„And how do you plan to include me?“

He grinned, „I need ya to prepare them for me. 11 Gyoza dumplings. And, now to the best part, I need ya to make them a bit smaller.“

„Isn´t that cheating?“ you tried to fight the little chuckle.

„Who cares? I don´t wanna be written down in the Guinness world records, I just wanna prove Megumi wrong.“

„And why should I help you?“ you placed your elbows on the table and rested your chin on top of your intertwined fingers, leaning your whole body in his direction.

„Cause ya know how to make them.“

„How do you know that?“ you couldn´t recall a time when you said to him anything about your cooking skills. It was true that you two talked about food quite often, but mostly about the final product, not the skill.

„We literally talked about it like two weeks ago.“ he argued.

„Two weeks?“

He nodded his head.

You had zero idea how the fuck did this man remember such a thing. But it actually wasn´t the first time. He was really good at recalling small details or acts that you´ve done some time ago. Or maybe he was just making it all up and was lucky enough to be correct every time. But that would probably be even weirder than being able to remember it all.

„So, ya free this weekend?“ he snapped you out of your little train of thoughts.

„That´s not a valid reason for me to do it.“ you started negotiating.

He scoffed, „What do ya want woman?“

„I need to think that through.“

„There´s no time for such shit.“ he backed you into a corner.

You had a bit of a hard time thinking or acting when you were under a pressure. And right now he was creating one. Whether it was intentional or not, he got you there. Plus he became a bit too much of an important person for you to say no.

„Okay, I will do it.“ you said in defeat. „But it won´t be for free.“ you pointed your finger at him. He just grinned again, showing his white teeth.

 ...

 The weekend came around quickly and so you found yourself in a small dorm kitchen with your friend group gathered around a table in the middle of the room. On the counter was placed a paper bag filled with groceries needed for the Gyoza dumplings and a few other snacks.

Yuuji and Nobara were probably the most excited out of everyone while Megumi kept being sceptical about the possibility of Sukuna winning the bet.

The room was filled with carefree energy, which was much needed after all the stressful exams, and with a warmth that was coming out of the heated pan. You put in the first batch of dumplings when Yuuji´s question caught your attention.

„What did you even bet on?“

„Hmm, good question... I don´t know either.“ Nobara looked first at Sukuna and then at Megumi.

„You will learn when he loses.“ a smirk appeared on Megumi´s face that was partly covered with his dark raven hair that was as messy as usual.  

„You wish, bitch.“ Sukuna grinned at him, confident in his eating ability.

„Sukuna,“ you called him, „I know what I want in return.“ you flipped over the dumplings with tongs, observing the golden brown cooked side.

„Spit it out.“ he walked over to you and leaned on the counter next to the stove.

„You will bring me croissants from the French bakery in the centre of Tokyo. The one we visited during summer.“ you requested.

„Ain´t that bit too much?“ he voiced out his dissatisfaction.

You held out the tongs and pointed them towards him, „Do not forget what I am doing for you,“ you spoke in a low voice, trying to intimidate him.

He laughed and reached out for your hand. He grasped it gently, his fingers wrapping softly around your knuckles. His hand was warm and gentle as he moved your palm with the tongs away from him.

„Don´t be so reckless.“ he let go of your hand. You pulled your hand back. „And I am not going anywhere.“ he proclaimed.

„Fuck you.“ was all that left your lips. He chuckled at your response and bounced off the counter, walking back to the others.

You reached out for a big white bowl that was placed next to the stove and put in the first dumplings. The time passed by and you managed to fill two bowls with Gyoza. One with exactly 11 dumplings for Sukuna and the other one with roughly 20 dumplings for the others. You placed both bowls on the table and sat on the chair between Nobara and Yuuji. Sukuna and Megumi were seated in front of you.

Megumi took out his phone and opened the stopwatch app. „Ready?“ he asked him.

Sukuna took chopsticks in his hand and nodded.

„Okay, 3... 2... 1... GO!“ Megumi pressed start and Sukuna right away put the first dumpling in his mouth, he chewed it for a few seconds and put in the second.

He was at the mark of thirty seconds when he placed in his mouth the sixth dumpling. Yuuji and Nobara were losing their minds when he stuffed his mouth with the seventh Gyoza. You held your breath in, your eyes never leaving the scenery right in front of you.

Reducing the size of them surely helped him out a lot but he still wasn´t able to break the record as he put only the ninth dumpling in when the time already passed one minute mark.  

„Aaaand you lose!“ Megumi slapped his back with no mercy. Sukuna started choking on the food and laughter broke out. Yuuji handed Sukuna a glass of water so his twin wouldn´t die.

„You cheated, didn´t ya?“ Sukuna growled at Megumi, short of breath with his eyes red and teary from the coughing.

„I am not you.“ Megumi laughed and pointed at the dumplings. „You thought that I wouldn´t notice? They are smaller than they should be.“ he shot a glance at you. You smiled innocently putting your hands up in the air in defence.

„You two really shouldn´t hang out together. He is corrupting you.“ Nobara squeezed you in a hug. You tapped her arms lightly, trying to signalize her that you can´t breathe because of her.

„Can´t let her leave.“ Sukuna said and all the eyes landed on him, yours included. The corners of Megumi´s mouth shot up for a brief moment but he quickly put back on his stoic expression.

„Time to carry out the bet.“ he announced calmly.

Nobara´s tight embrace loosened up, and you wiggled yourself free, only to be captured again. This time by no one other than Sukuna himself. He was leaning over the table, his right hand placed on your chin, holding it up. He was observing your face for a moment, taking in all your features. The whole room fell into silence but it didn´t matter, as you felt like there were only the two of you anyway.

Sukuna leaned in and his lips landed on yours. Soft but deep kiss, full of emotions. You didn´t move at all at first but when you felt that he was pulling away, you finally responded. Your whole body released the tension and you came back to your senses. That´s when you realised how much commotion that kiss actually caused as Yuuji and Nobara were screaming and freaking out.

He deepened the kiss for a brief moment and then finally pulled away. You glanced at him. The tips of his ears were bright red but he still somehow managed to keep his cool and a smug smile appeared on his face.

„You are my girlfriend.“ he proclaimed to which Yuuji reacted with an even louder and higher-pitched screech than before, while Nobara was completely losing it and kept shaking the living shit out of Yuuji.

„What if I don´t want to?“ the whole room fell silent, „I don´t want to be in a relationship that is based on a bet.“ you put together the loose ends.

„You don´t get it.“ Sukuna tried to explain himself but all the right words left his mind when he saw the disappointed look on your face.

„It may seem like it but it´s not.“ Megumi stepped in, saving poor Sukuna, „The correct wording of the bet actually was that if he loses, he will have to confess his feelings for you right on the spot. But if he won, I would hav-“ Sukuna jumped in and covered his mouth before he could finish the sentence.

„Enough.“ he growled at the black-haired boy and slowly let him go.

„Well, in that case, I will think about it.“ you leaned back in your chair, the corners of your mouth twitching as you were fighting the urge to smile.

„As if you will say no.“ he scoffed.

„Keep up with this attitude and I will.“

„What´s your problem woman?“ he leaned forward, looking straight into your eyes.

„Can´t you be a bit nicer about it?“ you copied his body language, so you two were just a few centimetres apart now.

The good thing was, that no one was paying any attention to you anymore. Megumi distracted Nobara and Yuuji so the two of you would have some kind of privacy. So the three of them were right now too busy stuffing their mouths with the food and discussing whether is a snake as a pet a good idea or nah.

„Ya know that ain´t my style.“ he laughed at your words, getting even closer to your face, „The maximum of my niceness is this.“ he closed the gap between your lips and kissed you again. This time it was just a quick but passionate kiss, „If you will be mine, I promise that no one will ever touch you or be any nuisance for you. I will make sure that every fucking day of your life is amazing and that you will always have a reason to laugh. I swear to the devil that I will never let you go. And I would even climb to the fucking heaven and tear it whole down to your feet if I will fucking have to.“

You were taken aback by his words but a smile quickly replaced your initial confusion, „You sure know how to be romantic.“ you joked. „But this was probably the prettiest thing that you have ever said.“ you leaned closer to him, „I will gladly be your girlfriend.“ you planted a soft kiss on his forehead.

„I told ya, you won´t say no to me.“ he leaned back with a big smirk on his face.

„It was really nice to hear those words tho.“ you said out loud. Sukuna´s cheeks turned into a light shade of pink, his eyes looking everywhere except you. „It would be really nice to hear stuff like that more often.“ you teased him.

„I can write them down for you from time to time.“ he mumbled so quietly that you almost didn´t catch it. But you were glad that you did because it warmed your heart greatly and a big genuine smile appeared on your face. A smile that was enough to melt the cold presence that Sukuna always radiated and made him let out a merry laugh.

 BONUS – the other part of the bet

It was getting late but you guys didn´t mind. Quite a few empty cans of beer were already placed around the kitchen when the singing of Christmas Carols started.

Yuuji who was hardly standing on his feet was of course the main vocalist. One of his arms was wrapped around Nobara and the other one was placed around Sukuna´s shoulders as he was trying to keep himself balanced while he was yelling a song. Not even singing, just yelling.

You were laughing at the scene as your boyfriend was trying to cover his mouth to keep him quiet and Nobara was laughing her ass off at the sight.

You noticed Megumi who was sitting on the other side of the table, smiling at the situation.

You approached him, curious about one thing.

„Megumi,“ you called out his name softly. „What would happen if he won the bet?“

„You promise you won´t tell him that I told you about it?“ he asked and you nodded your head excited that you will get to know.

„Okaay,“ he leaned in, „You know my precious Red Velvet muffins?“

„Of course. They are the best thing in the whole world. I love them so much.“ just the thought of them made you crave them.

„Well, if he won I would have to teach him how to make them. He requested it.“ he quickly added, „Pretty sure that he is jealous that you love something that is not made by him.“ he laughed it off.

„I wouldn´t mind if you taught him how to make them.“

„I am pretty sure that you would make him bake them for you every day.“ he joked.

„Maybeee-“ you admitted, looking at Sukuna who was still struggling to keep his twin quiet.  

#Jujutsu Kaisen #jujutsu itadori #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu sukuna #jujutsu kaisen x reader #itadori fluff #sukuna x reader #sukuna #itadori and sukuna #jujutsu nobara #megumi #anime #anime and manga #anime story #anime scenarios #jujutsu kaisen scenarios

[nerdyenby]

Yellow time :D I’m watching Scar

Pregame

Hi Scar!!!! I’m so hyped you guys

Heck yeah, don’t stress yourself out king!!

I’m so excited for this team, the energy’s already amazing

THATS where all the empires folks are??? Lmao, Scott left Jimmy’s birthday weekend early to like, do his job, smh

Rocket Spleef

Scott absolutely roasting Tubbo lol

I’m so proud of Jordan for not immediately falling out of the sky, aren’t you??

They’re all popping off!!

Scar 11th!!!

Jordan killing Scott 😂

“I was kinda hoping to drown, to be honest” scar????

TGTTOSAWAF

Jordan and Scott bullying each other my beloved

Scar specifying that it was an actual medical emergency he missed practice for, not the nerve damage he acquired in his hand while operating a tortilla press

“Vote for what makes you happy” “ohhhhkay?” “I’m voting to go to Disneyland” them <33

Parkour Warrior

The vibes are incredible, I have never been this chill watching parkour

SCAR COMPLETION!!! He was so proud of himself :))

Scar training arc!!!!

Ayo 4th!!

Parkour Tag

Why does Jordan know the cardinal directions of the parkour tag spawns off the top of his head?? I really can’t talk but like… how????

They’re popping off!! 4/4 so far!!!

Fruit took Sneeg on a run

Scar just dropped on top of them 😂

Cub turning around and coming back when Scar tells him to even though they can’t hear each other is so!! Scar’s freaking incredible at nonverbal communication in minecraft, it doesn’t make sense but he is

When will my husband (buildmart) return from the war (unofficial hiatus)

Grid Runners

Endorsing drunkenness, this are my pg streamers :)) /j

Grid runners is so fun, thank you!! It’s so fast paced that people usually don’t take the time to appreciate it but it’s such a good game

They breezed through lamps!!!

Scar was so confused but Fruit and Jordan were more so 😂

Jordan figured out Uppies so quick, that’s so impressive actually

“Someone watched the life series and made this” real

Scaffolding is so unintuitive I swear, I’m sure there’s a logic to it but I have no idea what it is lmao

Scar gotta take more initiative and trust himself <333

“Green can’t be good at everything, man” but they can and they are :D

Jordan getting onto Scott for being too good at balancing 😂

I didn’t even notice the firecracker plush was still there!!

Meltdown

Scott gotta be careful getting that first coin crate lmao

“I never do straight things but ok” REAL

They’re speeding what???

Ah green swept ‘em :/

MCC out here trying to happen and internet around the world said no

SCAR TRIPLE ELIM!!!! And the greed!! As he should!!!

That fights against cyan was so fast lmao

YESSSSSS SCOTT AND JORDAN CARRY!!!!

“Am I supposed to pour something? I don’t think I have time for that” “Just grab the bottle” real and true

Survival Games

Barn strat real!!

This map is legendary fr

They’re getting pretty decent loot tho

Yikes they just got slammed, there was just no good way out of that area

Sands of Time

Sand daddy Scar my beloved

Torch offhand enforcer, as he should

“Where’s my Scott?” Excuse you sir that is our Scott

Scar is such a good sandkeeper

Them all running in to find Fruit <333

Scott getting onto Scar for double flicking the levers

Scott predicting the blue 6k coins

Dodgebolt

Them joking about how much better they were expected to perform with good spirits :))

CAPITAN!!!!

Last MCC we had Purpled against purple and now we have Red against red lol

Can’t believe they let a whole team of Capitan Stan’s into MCC smh

“It’s so hot in my room” “It’s cause you’re in it, Scar” “Amen!!” Scott and Fruit my beloved

Ayo secret MCC today 👀

Jordan was one of the reasons Scar got into YouTube :((( /pos

#mcc 31 #mc championship #goodtimeswithscar #jordan captainsparklez #scott smajor #fruitberries #nerdy’s mcc reactions

[artistic-writer]

a year gone by

Many of you will know that for the last year or so, I have had very little, if any, fandom contact. I guess I should explain a little bit about what has been going down and what has kept me away.

My account would not let me in: And i am stubborn. So i stopped trying to get in. At the time i felt like the fandom was moving apart and I didn't want top to be apart of the he said she said that came along with it. I have seen a good number of new fandom members emerging, who are kind and loving and thoughtful on the Discord, and have made me want to come back.

Wilf: I got a second dog without realising the consequences of doing so and the impact it would have on my family. Wilf has his share of problems. He is my little ball of anxiety and I have been working through the many issues he has with him, but we are far from there yet. He is nearly 2 now <3

My health is in the tank: I have had several flare ups of my Fibromyalgia in the last few years, and many of them have made it difficult to sit still long enough. As you can imagine, this takes its toll on one's mental health. Yay having an illness that is worsened by inactivity. My nature is a little self destructive and i throw myself into work in order to forget about the pain, and that has led to severe fatigue, which in turn, is not conducive to writing or arting. I am sorry. Also, in April i had a work related accident where i thought i had just sprained my ankle, but as it turns out, i have detatched not one, but two ligaments, so am awaiting the outcome of will i/won't i need an operation? My appointment is in Dec.

I took up a hobby!: For nearly FOUR years I have been on the waiting list, trying to get into a dog sport called Flyball. FINALLY, my local team got back to us and Killian is running through their first course, and will hopefully be offered a place on the team! I have found a group of real human beings who 'get me' and so far, i am loving it!

I got a promotion at work: I am the boss now. for reals. i still cannot believe anyone would put me in charge of a team of people, but here we are. This eats up more of my time but also allows me to have a decent schedule - so should allow for more me time!

I went back to school: Obviously, not content with enough in my life, I enrolled on an Advanced Canine Behaviour Diploma course, for which i have a year to complete. I'm sure i can fit it in...somewhere. Collecting all the letters after my name, innit.

I work two jobs: 48 hrs a week in one job just wasn't enough, clearly. I am currently training with the Institute of Modern Dog Trainers (IMDT) and hope to become a fully accepted member at the satrt of next year. Their values align with everything i do in dog training, and although I currently offer 1-2-1's, classes, and such, I really want accolades that tell people I am the best. I currently work as a dog trainer Fridays, with the odd handstripping and groom thrown in between jobs.

My husband and I are working through some things: We are not actually married but it is easier to tell people we are rather than explain why we are not. We have had a very up-and-down few years, mainly because of miscommunication, but we are working through it because we are each other's soul mates. I would never want anyone else in my corner. maybe @hollyethecurious, but she's just there to hide the bodies. As such, we are making time for each other more, so I'll likely just be around in the evenings or weekends.

#life #about me #now you know

[jadeee]

Shared Space

@prettymoonlightsworld {and other nanami fans} enjoy 💌

Although Nanami Kento didn't look forward to working alone with you, you were starting to grow on him.

Warnings: suggestive content

Word Count: 6.1k

You didn’t necessarily know Nanami Kento, despite spending the early months of your training together, but you did know one thing. He worked. A lot. Whenever the department needed someone to work overtime or weekends from time to time, he was there.

Your eyes darted across the office as you walked to your manager’s office. Kento’s eyes remained on his screen, oblivious to you and everyone else for that matter.

Your knuckles lightly tapped on the oak door.

“Come in.” 

He briefly glanced up from the paperwork on his desk, “What do you want?”

A lump formed in your throat at his tone.

“Sorry to bother you but I wanted to take on the monthly review this weekend.”

He froze with the papers in his hand and looked at you “Excuse me?”

“The monthly review. I want to –”

“Yeah, I heard you.” 

Whatever work he was doing became less important. The papers lightly landed on his mahogany desk as he looked at you with puzzled eyes.

“Y’know Nanami normally takes care of that right?”

“Yes sir.”

He raised a brow, “Why are you suddenly interested?”

“All due respect sir, my reasons are my own. Anyone can volunteer to take on the review but Kento has done every single review for the past six months.”

A dreaded silence filled the room until he nodded his head.

“Okay.”

Your eyes widened slightly at his quick approval.

“Thank you.” You nodded your head before leaving his office.

As you walked back to your desk, you saw Kento get up from his cubicle and head towards the manager’s office.

You hurriedly went back to your desk, careful to avoid any eye contact with him in fear of confrontation. 

Once you made it to your cubicle, you took a deep breath and your nerves soon eased after a few minutes of solitude in your second home.

Maybe it was the music you were playing in your earbuds as you skimmed documents and emails or the smell of the perfume on your wrist. The serenity of your safe haven was interrupted by a sudden voice. 

“(y/n)?”

You yanked the earbud from your ear and turned towards the sound.

Kento glared down at you.

You tried to hide your uneasiness “Yeah? I mean,” you closed your eyes and cursed yourself “Yes?”

His eyes briefly studied what you called your office space. ‘Messy’ would be the polite way of describing its current state. 

He focused on you again “You’re taking on the monthly review, is that right?”

You nodded your head.

“I see.” 

He looked at your cubicle once more, then pushed up his glasses.

“Be here on time, we have a lot of work to do.”

Without saying another word, he turned on his heels.

“Uh, wait!” You scrambled up from your chair and caught up with him. 

He looked over his shoulder at you.

“I don’t need your help. I’ll be fine on my own.”

He let out a dry chuckle “We start at 7 am, don’t be late.”

Your brows crinkled “7 am?!” You whined in a low whimper as he walked off.

~~~~~~

“Just who the hell does that guy think he is?!”

Your friend watched you relentlessly vent through the camera.

“I mean,” you licked the last of ice cream from your spoon “here I am just trynna be nice because I thought ‘oh you might actually have a life or want one’! But nooo,”

You waved the ice cream carton back and forth.

“He’s all ‘no one does the monthly review except me’.”

You frowned your face to match Kento’s solemn attitude earlier.

“Gimme a break.” 

“This guy must be a real pain.” Your friend, Adrienne, spoke in a muffled tone as they brushed their teeth.

“He is!” You plopped the spoon into the carton and set it on the table.

The colors from the tv illuminated your face as you pondered on the conversation you two had earlier. 

“He really is,” you muttered under your breath.

You remembered how close you stood to him when you tried to reassure him you could handle an empty office on a Saturday. That was the first time you’d seen him that close. His chiseled features started to etch their way into the corners of your mind. The noise from the tv became ambience as your anger morphed into something more dangerous. A small warmth began to spread throughout your abdomen. Just when your eyes glazed over, thinking of all the possibilities there was a sudden ringing in your ear.

“Helloo?!” Adrienne rapidly tapped their toothbrush against their faucet.

“Ouch!” You pressed your hands to your ears “I’m right here.”

“No you weren’t.” Adrienned set their toothbrush down and grabbed their phone, holding you closer to them.

“You were thinkin’ about him all pressed up close to you.”

You gasped “No I was not!” 

“Like hell you weren’t!”

They mimicked your impression of him earlier “Work starts at 7, don’t be late (y/n). I gotta review your work performance.” Adrienne plopped into their bed while biting their lip and nodding their head at you.

“Adrienne!” 

For a moment, you smiled at their antics. Only for a moment.

“You play too much.”

“Aw, sit on daddy’s lap and tell me all about it.” They wiggled their brows.

“ADRIENNE!”

“What?!” They spoke in their regular voice breaking character, “I’m just trynna make you feel better! You’re probably horny as f-”

“GOODNIGHT!” You yelled over them.

They pouted at the camera, “Oh, c’mon don’t be like that.”

You glanced at them briefly then turned away, crossing your arms.

“I was just kidding. Look, I’m sorry (y/n). You can’t go to sleep mad, then you won’t perform well tomorrow.”

You chuckled at their joke.

“There it is!” Adrienne light up at your smile. “You should go to bed. You’re gonna need all that energy for your after work activities.”

“Oh, piss off.” Still looking straight ahead with a smile, you flipped your middle finger at her.

“Love you too, bestie.” Adrienne laid their head onto their pillow.

“Tell me somethin’ though.”

You turned to face your camera, “Yeah what?”

“Do you like him?”

You thought of the encounter you had with him earlier and remembered when you met him for the first time during training. Although you were reluctant to admit it, you were drawn to him then. He was reserved but still managed to be polite. You recalled times you tried to catch him at lunch, which always failed seeing as you couldn’t find him. You did talk a few times before but being in different areas of the office always proved a challenge and made your pursuit harder each time you tried.

“I don’t know yet. It’s hard to read him.”

“Cryptic… sounds like your type.”

You dropped your head onto the plush fabric of the couch.

“Ughh,” you groaned. “I wish you were here.”

Adrienne pouted “Fairy godmother can’t solve everything but I’m sure you’ll be alright.”

You glanced up at her.

“Just get through tomorrow, okay?”

“Alright,” you sat up straight.

“I love youuu!” They kissed the camera.

You made a heart with your hands and gave them a pout “I love you too.”

Your call ended and your house was silent once more, except for the buzz of your tv. 

“After work activities.” You uttered Adrienne’s antics to yourself.

You entertained the idea briefly then shook your head. Your hands snatched the ice cream carton from the table and tossed it in the trash before getting ready for bed.

~~~~~~

Kento chopped the vegetables with care at first. Although he was following his usual routine, something was different. The music he played didn’t calm his nerves like it usually did. Instead of hearing the beautiful melodies he heard your voice, ‘I’ll be fine on my own.’

He shook his head and sneered “Who do you think you are?”

He slid the chopped vegetables into the pan on the stove and tried to get you out of his head. 

Funnily enough, you weighed heavy on his mind. He’d have to spend eight hours with you tomorrow. Alone. 

He’d been around you before when you two were in training but that was different. It only lasted a few months and you were essentially tossed on different ends of the office floor. Nonetheless, he remembered when he first saw you. Why is someone like that working at a place like this? Sure, he had a few stolen glances at you in secret but he never entertained any fantasies. Work was just that after all, work.

As he washed the dishes, he thought of your cubicle. Your wall reminded him of some unhinged college kid. Papers pinned here and a plethora of sticky notes there, an unsolved Rubik’s cube in the corner, pens and highlighters scattered about.

He scrubbed his plate until it squeaked clean.

God help me, he thought to himself.

~~~~~~

You reluctantly rolled over and hit snooze on your alarm. 

“God help me.” You muttered into your pillow.

After dragging yourself around the house you finally made yourself look decent and headed to work.

You didn’t have time to make breakfast so you grabbed some on the way. Somehow you found yourself in a good mood, and grabbed some extra for Kento.

You carefully placed the muffins and fruit into your passenger seat.

You thought of all the ways he’d reject your peace offering.

“‘I don’t eat muffins’, ‘I’m not hungry,’.” You said mockingly.

When you reached the office, you threw your car into park and slunked back into your seat. 

“Please let today be a good day.” 

Your quiet plea echoed beneath the sounds of your footsteps as you walked through the parking lot.

~~~~~~

He wasn’t used to others being here on Saturdays. As a matter of fact, he tried to forget that you would be accompanying him today but the small noise you’d made coming in reminded him of the reality. Peace and silence was now a distant memory.

“Morning.” You kept your greeting brief as you tried to read the energy in the room.

“Morning.” He returned your greeting with little emotion.

You loosened the muscles in your body as you walked towards him and he turned toward you.

“I don’t know if you ate yet but I grabbed some extra food,” you locked eyes with him as you held the small box up in the air. You took note of his brown eyes “just in case you haven’t yet.”

He glanced at the box as you placed it on the desk next to his.

“Thanks,”

You opened your mouth to reply but he cut you off.

“But I’m not hungry.”

You shut your lips and nodded your head, “Right.”

“Sit down for a minute.”

“Uh, okay.” 

You reached for the chair next to his and did as he said.

His eyes traced the buttons on your shirt.

“What’s up?”

You didn’t notice that his eyes were elsewhere since you were too busy trying to calm your nerves.

His eyes snapped back up at your face. He’d seen you before but you were just another face in a crowd. But that was then and this is now.

“Why are you here?”

Your gold necklace jerked as you chuckled in disbelief “I’m sorry?”

He watched the pendant move with your heartbeat as he spoke.

“For the monthly review. Why are you here?”

You studied his demeanor for a moment thinking of how to approach the situation. 

He maintained his cold composure.

“Because you shouldn’t be stuck behind a desk. You should be with your family or girlfriend or whoever.”

A slight shade of pink dashed across his cheeks.

“I don’t think that’s any of your concern.”

“You’re right, it’s not. So, are we done here?”

You rose from your seat, “Because if I recall correctly, we’ve got lots of work t –”

Kento lightly gripped your wrist and you looked down at him.

He maintained his steady gaze with you “Sit back down.”

Your cheeks heated up under his touch.

He could feel your pulse beating triple time as he continued to hold onto your wrist. Although his body didn’t show it, his own heart rate doubled under the feel of your skin.

You slowly sat back down and he, reluctantly, let go of you.

He tried not to smirk at how easy it was to make you flustered.

You watched him with a steady eye as he turned back to his desk.

“These are for you,”

You felt joy at those words but it was deflated when he handed you a stack of papers.

“I think you’re capable enough to handle these cases.”

You nodded your head and clasped the high stack of papers to your chest. 

“Is that it?”

“Yes.”

You quickly stood to your feet and strutted to your cubicle. As you walked off, Kento was left in a wave of your perfume. It was sweet and spicy, like a chai latte in early spring.

He took a deep inhale before getting back to work. 

You plopped into your office chair and finally let out the breath you’d been holding. Your hand traveled to your wrist which Kento grabbed earlier. Your mind went back to the fantasies you had last night but the sudden whir of a nearby printer interrupted your daydream. 

You saw the top of Kento’s head move across your cubicle and wondered what he was thinking.

~~~~~~

A few hours had passed since that morning and you’d wandered to Kento’s cubicle a few times to ask questions and such. Each time you eyed the pastry box you set on the desk nearby and everytime it looked untouched. 

Whenever you came by, he would take another mental picture of you. He noticed how you narrowed your brows when trying to understand something and that little smirk you’d get when you finally understood it.

You couldn’t look at him too long or you’d get lost in your thoughts. His sleeves were rolled up. His watch taut against his skin, a few veins prominent on his arm. Without thinking you leaned in close when he was showing you something on his desktop. You got a whiff of his cologne and tried to compose yourself.

“Does that make sense?”

“Perfect.”

“Pardon?” His brown eyes glanced up at you.

You kept looking at his screen “I mean, it makes perfect sense. Thanks for explaining it to me.” You gave him a small smile before going back to your sanctuary.

He allowed himself to indulge and watch you walk away. After you turned the corner, he readjusted himself in his seat seeing as his pants were getting smaller by the second.

You wouldn’t say you were at ease but your nerves were stable until Kento came over to your desk. You heard the rustle of his clothes as he approached you with his hands in his pockets “I’m going to lunch.”

You glanced up at him “Okay.”

He started to walk off but then turned back around “Y’know you can go too if you want?”

“Oh,” you perked up.

“It’s just us so it’s no problem.”

“Great!” 

Kento hovered by your cubicle while you locked your computer.

“You don’t have to wait for me.” 

You grabbed your phone and wallet.

“Are you trying to get rid of me?” He chided.

You laughed and he felt himself smile a bit.

“Hardly,” you stood to your feet and he followed you to the elevator.

The doors shut after he pressed the button for the lobby.

You tried not to fidget with your hands as you stood in silence. 

He loosened his tie an inch while thinking of how to fill the awkward silence. The vibration of your phone saved him.

You turned it over and saw that your mom was calling. Your thumb hovered between the answer and decline button. 

The call ended before you could make up your mind. Suddenly, the doors opened to the lobby of the office. Both of you stepped out across the marble tile.

“Where are you heading?”

Your phone vibrated again, “I’m not sure yet. I don’t really eat out much.”

You checked your phone once more and saw that your mom texted you. 

‘Did you eat lunch yet? Don’t work too hard!’

You quickly typed out a response: ‘At lunch now. Promise I’m ok and I swear I’ll call you back soon, love you.’

He watched your fingertips dance across your phone.

“I hope I’m not being rude.”

“No, not at all. It’s just my mom.” 

You pocketed your phone “She can get worried sometimes.”

You squinted your eyes at incoming sun as you prepared to step out onto the sidewalk.

He held the door open for you. 

You glanced back at him almost in shock at such a simple gesture.

“Thank you.”

Even though your words were nearly a whisper, he gave you a small nod.

At first, the two of you walked together without thinking. Then you realized you were essentially following him. 

Your body tensed up slightly.

“Do you have any recommendations for a cafe or something?”

“I normally go here,” he pointed at a small bakery up ahead “you can try it if you’d like.”

“Sure!”

As you approached the building he held the door open for you again. 

You tried to suppress the smile that followed, but you failed and he noticed.

“Welcome back!” A woman behind the counter waved in your direction. 

You looked behind you at Kento who greeted her like an old friend.

You watched how effortlessly the two of them interacted and almost forgot why you were there.

“How can I help you today?” The woman beamed at you.

Kento stood by as you approached the counter.

“I’ve actually never been here before. What do you recommend?”

“You could always try our casse croute!”

As the woman continued to recommend choices, Kento took this time to find a seat.

“Kenny’s had it a few times, I’m surprised he didn’t tell you about it.”

You gushed at his pet name “Tell me about it! Y’know how Kenny is.”

You rolled your eyes and played along, the woman giggled at your display.

“Anyway, I’ll try that casse croute.” 

You paid and went to find the table Kento saved for the two of you while you waited for your food.

“So Kenny,” you stressed his newfound nickname as you sank into your chair.

His eyes widened a bit and a cherry blossom pink tinted his cheeks.

“Please don’t call me that.”

“It’s kinda cute.”

You looked at him with doe eyes as you sipped from your glass.

He found himself pulling at the fabric of his pants.

You watched him to study his reaction yet your phone vibrated again.

A sigh escaped from your lips as you reached for it. Adrienne texted you:

‘How’s office with the hottie??’

As you turned your phone on mute, she sent another text:

‘Are you bent over the desk yet?’

You choked for a moment then cleared your throat.

“You should really call her back if she’s that worried.” 

Kento chimed in.

“My mom’s fine. It’s someone else.”

You placed your phone face down onto the table and he straightened his posture.

You rested your hands in your lap as you looked at him.

“Here ya go!”

The waiter set your plates and utensils on the table, you thanked them before they left. As you focused on Kento again, the waiter looked at him and gave him a thumbs up then gestured at you.

He tried his best to ignore this display of approval and focused on you, which seemed to get easier by the minute.

“I don’t have anyone,” you opened your napkin “a boyfriend, girlfriend, goldfish.”

You chuckled to yourself before digging into your food “It’s just a friend.”

“I’m not jealous if that’s what you’re implying.”

“Not at all! Besides, you shouldn’t be. I see why you like it here, she’s pretty.” 

You gestured to the woman behind the counter.

He laughed like you’d just told an inside joke at a family dinner.

You glanced up at him questionably.

“She’s not my girlfriend,”

“Oh,” you laughed lightly “I’m sorry. I really shouldn’t be talking about this. I mean, you’re probably married or something anyway.”

“What makes you say that?”

“You’re husband material.”

You tried not to choke on your own words and how effortlessly they came out. You readjusted yourself in the chair and accidentally bumped knees with Kento.

“Sorry about that.”

He instinctively reached for your knee.

“It’s fine. Are you ok?”

You reached for his hand under the table.

“I’m fine.” You smiled and lightly squeezed his hand. 

For a moment, you thought his hand twitched from your touch.

As much as you hated awkward silence, you preferred it in this situation. You quickly ate your food in hopes of getting your shift over with sooner than later.

When you stepped out onto the sidewalk, Kento checked his watch.

“How much work do you have left?”

“I’m almost halfway done.”

 “I’ve only got a few more cases so maybe I can help you with the rest.”

You subtly took in a deep breath at his words.

He pressed his badge against the card reader to the office then held the door open for you.

“Maybe we can leave early.”

“Right” your chest tightened with each silent step to the elevator “about that,”

Kento briefly glanced at you before pressing the button to your shared floor.

“You don’t have to do that. You can just go once you’re finished. I can close up.”

He raised a brow then sighed subtly.

“Have you always been this stubborn?”

The elevator chimed as the doors opened to your floor.

“Excuse me?” You shot him a glare, “I’m just saying you don’t have to stick around.”

As you stormed off towards your desk, he was left in the wake of your scent again.

“I’m perfectly capable of handling this myself!” You shouted over your shoulder.

Your words trailed in front of Kento as he followed you, equally upset.

You threw your phone and wallet onto your desk before plopping into your chair. Then scooted your chair closer to your desktop to ignore the sight of him approaching your cubicle.

“Is there something you wanna tell me?” He pressed his hand onto your desk and leaned into your view.

“Yeah, go home.”

He stood upright at your comment.

You could feel your pulse beating in your ears. You hoped silence would drive him away but you felt a strong grip on the arm of your chair. Within seconds, he whipped you around to face him. He rested his hands on the armrests and looked you right in the eye.

“I highly doubt you like me enough to spend eight hours with me alone.”

“I didn’t say that.” You said meekly.

“What is it then?”

You pressed your lips together, holding it in. Nearly too afraid to say it out loud.

Your nimble fingers touched his tie. 

He held his gaze on you as you pulled him in close, close enough to feel your breath hit his lips. 

You glanced up at him.

“Your tie… it’s tacky.”

He slid a hand around your neck and you felt your necklace dance inbetween his fingers. 

He leaned in and said in your ear “You’d know all about tacky wouldn’t you?”

You scoffed at his comment.

He smirked to himself before pulling back to face you again.

You took note of how his mouth moved when he spoke but you weren’t paying any attention to what he was actually saying.

You replayed how his tie felt in your hand and wondered what would’ve happened if he hadn’t pulled back. Maybe I shouldn’t … maybe his lips are softer than his tie?

“Finish your wor-”

You grabbed the tip of his tie and pulled him back down to you so you could test your theory.

He let out a small noise as you guided him towards you. He placed his hands on the arms of your chair to stabilize himself. His body was stiff from your sudden movement but when he felt your lips on his, he softened. With one hand still holding your chair, he cradled your head in his other hand pushing softly against you. Savoring your taste and your touch, how you put your mouth to use for something other than trash talking.

He slid his hand down to your shoulder and gently pushed you back.

You opened your eyes at the sudden absence of him.

He cast his eyes down to the floor and tried to compose himself.

You had this affect on him which made him act out of character, and as much as he liked it, he knew he should resist.

He wiped his bottom lip with his thumb then looked up at you “I don’t think we should –”

“No, right,” you let out a small nervous chuckle as he continued to fumble over his words.

“Company policy.” You both said in unison.

You bit your lip.

“I’m gonna wrap this up,” you gestured to the paperwork on your desk.

Kento nodded his head “I should get back to work too.”

You nodded and turned towards your computer.

There goes my job. 

You clicked away at random icons on your screen to look busy. 

I’m definitely gonna get reported to HR.

You took a deep breath through your nose.

“(y/n)?”

The tip of your ears burned when he said your name.

You turned your head and looked at him with pleading eyes, “Yes?”

He parted his lips but shut them after a moment. He walked towards you and you felt yourself freeze on the spot. He leaned down, placing his hands on the opposite sides of you.

“Do you want this?”

Your answer sat on the tip of you tongue but you could hardly speak. 

You placed your hand at the nape of his neck and brought his lips back to yours. He gave in to your touch, melting his lips with yours. With each second you spent in a liplock your desk chair moved back a few inches until it hit the edge of your desk. 

With every second that passed, the two of you enveloped yourself more and more in each other’s touch. He didn’t know how or when but he had lifted you onto the desk. Forget about the case reports. Now, it was only wandering hands, interlocked lips, and fumbling fingers. He couldn’t deny how he felt for you, it was evident, but he had known better.

“I should stop myself.” He confessed between hungry kisses.

“Why?”

“Because,” he kissed you one more time “because this isn’t right.”

You studied the small look of remorse on his face and pouted. You instinctively shrunk back. 

“I get it.” You planted your hands by your side and looked at the floor.

He rested his hand on top of yours “Usually, I’d ask if you’d want to have dinner first.”

He found himself blushing slightly at the thought. 

You saw how his eyes twinkled which made you smile a bit.

“Finish your work and we can pick up where we left off?”

You looked at him with incredulous eyes, feeling the anticipation and buildup slowly dissolve.

He traced your jaw with his fingertip “We can have a proper date like normal people,”

You chuckled at the phrase and he beamed at your smile.

“And a proper setting instead of,” he glanced around the office “this place.”

He said with a half hearted smile buried under a laugh.

You looked at him and took it all in. How his hair was toussled about, a blond strand dangling perfectly by his kind eyes. You cupped his cheek in your hand and admired his eyes like this. You were so used to seeing them as cold, seeing him as cold and calculated. 

He raised a brow, “Is that alright?”

You kissed his forehead and he silently gasped.

“That’s perfect.”

He gave you a grin after hearing those words.

“A week from today then?”

“Oh, you’re free on weekends now?” You chided.

“For you? Yes.”

A small smile spread across your face, “Saturday, it is.”

He placed his hand over yours with a smile and stood up straight. He helped you off the desk you two had made an even more mess of.

Being the gentleman he was, he helped you clean up the flurry of paperwork, pens, and sticky notes. Once it was back to normal, your verison that is, not his, you both readjusted your clothes and such.

“Do you think they caught that on CCTV?” You smoothed down your blouse.

Kento tucked his shirt back into his trousers, “No, a few of these cameras don’t work.”

“How do you know that?” Your hands smoothed the wrinkles out of your pants.

“I may or may not have checked.”

“I better keep my eye on you then.” 

  You noticed his tie was askew and saw fit to fix it yourself. 

He looked at you lovingly as you repositioned his tie for him.

“Is it still tacky?”

You giggled “I was kidding,” you looked him over once more to make sure he looked normal.

“Sort of.” You brushed his hair back and he gave you a small pout.

His fingers nabbed at the merlot colored fabric.

“What do you suggest?”

You noticed how his mood slightly changed and regretted saying anything about it. 

“Well,” you locked your arm in his and strolled down the aisle of cubicles as if you were walking down a tree lined street. “I would suggest something more you.”

You glanced at him and tried not to laugh at how serious he was. You maintained your demeanor as you two turned the corner arm in arm.

“I’ve seen about five different guys with this same tie and I’m sorry to inform you but you’re not like any of them.”

He put his hand in his pocket “What do you mean?”

“You’re,” you shrugged your shoulders and looked around the room “like a crab or a snail.”

He chuckled in disbelief and nearly pulled away from you “Excuse me?!”

“Noo, in a good way.” You reigned him in again.

His shoulders slumped a bit as you approached his desk.

“A lot of people wear their heart on their sleeve. Some get hurt and hide behind a wall and then, there’s you.”

You glanced over at him and gave him a brief smile.

“I don’t know your past, and I don’t want to but something changed you. You didn’t let it cut you off from the world though.”

“Hm,” your words played over in his head and he compared it with his life.

You stopped at his desk, still holding onto his arm “And that’s why you’re ‘katatsumuri’ from now on.”

“A snail??” He raised a brow.

“'Cause you've got this shell. You only let certain people in and you do everything at your own speed.”

“Have we started giving out nicknames already?”

You scrunched your brows “Is it too soon?”

As you waited for him to answer you bit the inside of your lip, hoping you didn’t ruin any chance you had with him.

“No,” the corner of his mouth turned up “I’ll have to think of something.”

He reluctanly uncoupled his arm from yours, “As soon as I’m finished I can help you out with whatever you have left. If you’ll let me help.”

You nodded your head “I would like that.”

“See you soon then?” His hand trailed down your arm until he reached your hand. His fingertips grazed against yours and you lightly held onto them.

“Yep.” You slowly took a step back and held onto his hand until the distance took over. The two of you held eye contact briefly before you turned away from him. Even then, he still watched you. When you walked back to your desk you felt lighthearted, like someone had just breathed new life into you.

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Kento placed the last of his work onto a neatly stacked pile. When he looked up, he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the black, idle screen of his laptop. 

He stared at himself for a moment then straightened his tie with a gentle smile.

The smile remained on his face as he stood to his feet. When he started walking towards you, he noticed the pink box on the desk nearby. He stopped in his tracks to grab it and place it on his desk then resumed his walk back to you.

You smiled when you heard him approaching.

“Hey, I’ve only got a few more left.” 

He pulled up a chair next to you, “We can split the rest if you’d like.”

“Sure!”

You split the stack of your remaining work and handed him a pile.

It was a miracle the two of you could get any work done at all seeing as you were both smitten with each other. Each of you found yourself trying not to think about what happened moments ago at the very desk you were now working at. But when it was all said and done, you worked well together.

“Got everything?” Kento stood at the elevator door with you, holding his belongings.

“Yep, you?”

“Ye- oh wait,” he went to his desk and returned with the pink box you’d given him earlier.

A wide grin plastered across your face “How was it?”

“Surprisingly good,” he looked at you with a smile and held the door open for you.

A silence washed over the two of you but the kind of comforting silence between those who find joy in each other’s company, not the one between strangers, enemies, or distant friends.

“Please tell me our date won’t be at 7am.”

Kento laughed at your joke “I take it you’re not a morning person.”

“Not exactly.”

“Okay,” he pressed his back against the wall of the elevator and looked at you.

You glanced over at him then faced him “What?”

“How’s 10 am sound?”

You slowly nodded your head “Doable.”

The elevator doors opened up to the lobby and he followed out behind you.

“I almost forgot, can I see your phone?”

He held his hand out.

“Uh, sure, yeah.” You fished it out of your purse and handed it over to him.

His fingertips typed away on the black mirror.

“There,” he handed you your phone and you saw his number was saved into your contacts.

“Ah, you forgot somethin’.” 

You edited his contact name from ‘Nanami Kento’ to ‘Katatsumuri’.

“Or should it be ‘Kenny’?” You looked back at him with a wicked smile as you walked towards the parking lot.

“Hey!”

He matched your grin while going out to the parking lot with you.

“I’m just joking!”

Your laughter filled the empty lot and he took pleasure in hearing its echo. He caught up with you and walked by your side.

“So what do you do when you’re not here?”

“What do you mean?”

“Hobbies, like reading or cooking.”

“Oh,” you scratched your head “does watching Netflix count?”

He chuckled as you continued.

“I hardly do much these days if I’m being honest. I used to be different.”

“How so?”

“I would read and draw a lot. Even go to flower fields from time to time. Now I’m lucky if I can even get out of bed.” 

You threw your head back and sighed “The adventures of adulting.”

“What about you?”

“I’m lucky if I can catch a break at all.”

“Hm,” you slowed your steps as you approached your car “we’re not that different after all.”

You leaned against your car door while maintaining your gaze with Kento.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gone so dark.”

“It’s alright” you fiddled with your keys “everyone’s a little dark sometimes.”

He studied you for a moment then nodded. A smile started to spread across his face but he glanced at the pavement. The snail had enough of being vulnerable for today.

“Text me when you get home, okay?” 

He looked up at you.

“Alright, ‘Muri.”

He grinned at the nickname and watched you get into your car. Although he walked towards his own vehicle, he continued to watch you to make sure you’d made it out safely.

When he slid into the driver seat he carefully placed his belongings in the passenger seat. He started the car but paused when he noticed an unfamiliar scent in the air. A chai latte during spring. His hands gripped the steering wheel and he looked over his shoulder as he backed out of his parking space with a smile on his face. 

There are more important things after all.

⭐Bonus: He'd def take you to a flower garden for your first date, maybe the wisteria tunnel. He likes to bake and cook but he'd refrain from doing that on the first date. He strikes me as a 'let's not get our hopes up too soon' kinda guy but the more he got to know you, he'd spoil you over time.

#madebyjade #jjk nanami #jujutsu nanami #nanami kento #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #kento nanami #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x y/n #jjk nanami kento x reader #jujutsu kaisen nanami #nanami kento fic

[yarameijer]

Hi Yara!

If you don't mind, I wanted to know what you think would happen if all of Inazuma Eleven Go had a sleepover! (Definitely wouldn't go well!).

Also, wanted to say that I am a huge fan of your stories, so please keep up the great work!

Thank you

And stay safe!

-Kristy

Hey there! Thanks for sending in your ask! With ‘all of Inazuma Eleven Go’ I’m assuming you meant the Raimon team, since I don’t think you meant all the characters that ever appear… also I have Raimon feels right now so shh, let me be.

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Raimon actually has had sleepovers before multiple times - although most often it's in a more serious context, for example during their Chrono Stone travels or Fifth Sector-approved training camp, and then it's an early bedtime and a bit too much stress to give it a real 'sleepover feel'. 

It actually started with, surprisingly enough, Hamano! The team already knows that he's outside often, and would rather take a walk than play a video game - it's obvious, with how much time he spends fishing, and his holidays usually filled with going on hikes or camping (he has a lot of fun stories to tell and the first-years love listening to him). Therefore it's not really a surprise when it's revealed that he likes going stargazing sometimes. It's after morning practice when he mentions a meteor shower that very weekend that he's planning on watching. The first-years are, as usual, in awe.

Hamano, being the awesome senpai he is (he's trying to start a competition but so far the other senpai aren't going along with it. They all know Sangoku is everyone's favorite, anyway), sees their excitement and asks them whether they want to join.

That's the first time they have a real sleepover just for fun, although it only includes about a third of the team.

Shinsuke, Hikaru and Tenma are absolutely down for it from the get-go, Kariya ends up asking for permission from his guardians at the orphanage and being most excited out of all of them (he hasn't really had sleepovers before, being the antisocial butterfly he was before Raimon), Tsurugi gets dragged along by Tenma after Yuuichi finds out and arranges it. Aoi is more than welcome too, and she invites Midori along when the older girl expresses an interest. Then the last two, Nishiki (threatened or invited by Midori, they're not actually sure) and Hayami (because Hamano wouldn't let him stay behind, obviously).

They crash at Hamano's house and have a grand time playing soccer in the backyard (and somehow Midori gets the best score out of them all? How does she do it? No one knows) and making dinner together. Afterwards, they head out to a nearby park where the light pollution is at a minimum in the city to watch the meteor shower. All of the first-years are falling asleep on their feet by the end of it, and as the good senpai they are, their friends ensure they get in bed safely and proceed to draw on their faces.

The week after, none of the first-years can stop talking about it, and how much fun they had (even Tsurugi is smiling and, of course, promptly teased by everyone, especially Shindou). Hamano keeps laughing about the pictures they took (exhausted first-years make for great pictures, who knew) and it's unanimously decided that it should happen again. That idea is put aside for the time being because they have to focus on an important match, and after, the start of the Winter Road Tournament.

Which is why no one expects it when their coach announces a training camp for the weekend, a couple of weeks later. They're all excited for it, though - at this point the only training camp they had was the one planned by Fifth Sector, and, well. Enough said.

Endou makes it clear that beyond training, it's also team building (which might be inspiration for Tenma, years in the future) and that they're encouraged to have fun together too. The first-years take it to heart.

The weekend starts off well - it's held at Raimon Jr. High and Endou has called up some of his friends to help with training. By the end of the day all the kids are in a good mood and cooking dinner together is quite the interesting experience, most likely only saved by Sangoku being in charge. After dinner they have the rest of the evening off and, surprisingly, don't spend it playing soccer (although Tenma puts up a good fight, but he's overruled).

Instead they watch a movie, not without some arguing about which one precisely (no one wants a horror movie, Kariya, Hayami seems ready to cry at the thought). Sangoku and the managers are in charge of snacks, Amagi is enlisted by Hikaru, Shinsuke and Tenma to help push the couches together and cover the floor in pillows, Shindou ends up sitting in an armchair and doing absolutely nothing (this is the first time his team calls him a lazy rich kid and Kirino laughs so hard he cries), Kurama is criticizing everything and everyone until Kurumada shuts him up with a pillow to the face, and Ichino is filming everything.

They watch the movie, if it can be called that, because people will not shut up. Kurama keeps on criticizing everything and everyone. Shinsuke gets startled by everything that happens on screen even though it's not a scary movie. Kariya pulls on Kirino's hair because he's 'blocking the screen', nevermind that Kariya is sitting on the couch and Kirino on the floor, and it's all downhill from there. Kirino is inspired by Kurumada's actions earlier, and promptly shoves a pillow in Karoya's face. Cue the pillow fight. Multiple people (Tsurugi and Shindou) try to stay out of it and fail horribly. There are no survivors.

In the end they finish the movie, and whoever decided on a sad movie will be murdered when they've recovered from the emotional damage it gave them. Even Tsurugi is crying. The only one who isn't is Hikaru and it terrifies them all while simultaneously reminding them, right, he's related to the international mad soccer criminal lost in space. It explains a lot, honestly.

They're sent off to bed an hour before midnight and of course it takes another thirty minutes before they're actually, y'know, in bed. The next problem is that none of them actually shut up - there's about six different conversations going on. They're in sleeping bags in the gym and that place echoes. Sangoku tries to get them all to settle down but fails, until Akane offers to tell them all a story (she has help from Midori in shutting them all up and Raimon is, once again, reminded why their managers are both terrifying and amazing). It's? Surprisingly good? They expected something a bit vague, with her love for aliens and conspiracies, but it's a captivating mystery tale that leaves them all genuinely invested by the end. Thankfully it also helps them calm down enough to sleep and with the exception of some whispered conversations, they all settle down quickly.

The next night is a bit different - training went quite similar, but this time, after dinner, Endou and his friends have organized something. A test of courage through the school.

Raimon initially expected it to be just Endou and the handful of people that have been helping in their training so far. They were wrong.

(When Endou sent out a message asking for volunteers, EVERYONE responded. Getting a new pass at scaring the new Raimon? Hell yeah.)

And when Raimon, young or old, has something in mind, they go for it.

They get the kids to scream. Whoever gave Fudou free reign with the fake blood should get a life sentence. Natsumi plays out a scene immediately afterwards of a nice, kind woman, helping settle their nerves with some of her cooking. Except as usual it tastes horrid and when the kids look closer, they find the red food coloring that they, sadly, don't appreciate after Fudou's scene. Afterwards it's unanimously decided that Fudou and Natsumi are NEVER allowed in the same room without supervision again.

The rest of the test of courage goes a bit better, although even Kidou is mystified on how Fubuki covered the entire main hall in (fake?) snow, and cleaned it up in like ten minutes after? How? Endou decides not to ask when he sees Fubuki's perfectly innocent smile. Anyway, the kids have been split up in multiple teams of three (whoever put Tsurugi with Hayami and Sangoku clearly has a death wish) and hearing other teams scream from further into the school is NOT encouraging, although in the end they all get through it. By the end they all meet in the soccer stadium and it turns out that they all got a different key to the final puzzle. It takes some teamwork to solve it, but they manage, and are absolutely exhausted by the end of it and incredibly relieved that no one died.

They head to bed soon afterwards this time, and it's quite different from the day before. The entire team ends up sharing their experiences during the test of courage and talking about it, talking about what they learnt, gaining some new ideas for hissatsu techniques (Midori was somehow inspired by the terror duo that was Fudou and Natsumi and it's both wonderful and terrifying at once). The night, and the training camp in general, ends on a good note and somehow without nightmares.

Afterwards it becomes more common for the team to have sleepovers, although still quite rare - there's nineteen of them and coordinating something like that is an absolute mess, especially when they slowly start moving onto High School. They manage once or twice a year, though, usually either through training camps or birthday parties. Pillow fights are common, most often started by Kariya and Kirino, Midori and Nishiki, or whoever gets annoyed by Kurama. Sangoku is put in charge for dinner for good after some disastrous attempts by other members. Some of their most effective strategies are created during sleepovers, when they can spend hours on a group discussion (Shindou's mind is wonderfully chaotic and when they get him rolling, he will ramble anyone's ear off). The sad movies continue too, somehow? They never do end up figuring out who brings the DVDs. In later years, sleepovers (very rarely) are moments for heart-to-heart talks between all of them (Tsurugi finally opens up and Tenma literally cries from relief at that, and Kariya quietly shares some of his most important memories of his parents).

They all love their sleepovers but also agree that it's probably best that it doesn't happen too often. It's exhausting for them, they're chaotic enough on a normal day.

(Still, Endou's initial plan at team bonding goes off better than he ever could have expected.)

#inazuma eleven #inazuma eleven go #ina11 #ie11 #ie go #raimon #sleepover #thanks for the ask! #accidental reverse ask #accidental reverse #test of courage #these kids are ridiculous and i love them

[majokothesmol]

Why is everyone so mean to Geeta? I'm so sad I made art AND a fic. Enjoy.

Geeta is well aware her reputation precedes her. She's a force to be reckoned with in the ways of speaking, organizing, managing, and getting things done. She didn't get to be chairwoman for nothing. But she's become unpracticed over the years.

She must've started slipping up somewhere around the silence of the Area Zero Project. Yes, that's it. She should've watched over it more because she didn't know exactly what it was about. She could have done something, but didn't. Foolish. Since none of the consequences had seeped up until now, it must've subconsciously given her the incentive to rely— shirk off her responsibilities.

"What kind of lazy champion needs a receptionist, anyways?" She asks herself. Maybe she's been squashing the unbridled potential of real challengers. Rika isn't her secretary, she's her coworker. The Elite Four are supposed to be her team of advisors, not her subordinates. She retracts some assignments she was going to send— hand off to Rika. Shame. All this free time, and she couldn't even train her pokemon to be as strong as they want to be. She's betrayed them all. What was she thinking?

"They're right, I work them too hard." She mumbles to herself. Three-fourths of the Elite Four already has their own jobs; Hassel is a teacher, Larry is already a gymleader, Poppy is a literal child— what made her say yes to that?! Geeta types almost angrily, taking back her responsibilities. She should be the one filling out Poppy's reports, performing maintenance checks, and keeping the taxes in order! Why is Katy being strong a problem? Why can't Larry take a damn vacation for once? Why is she a "I hate my boss" joke on Iono's streams? Why didn't she actually utilize her pokemon? It's because she's lazy! This is why everyone hates her.

She sits back in her chair and takes a deep breath. Now she can do the one thing she's good at. Managing things. It's how she became a champion. Out of an entire pool of champions, it's likely the only reason why she was chosen. There were other trainers with much more powerful pokemon.

Geeta flicks off the light and lets out her glimmora. If she wants to brave an all-nighter for the first time in years, she might as well save power and have some company. She feels guilty, not miserable.

Rika scrolls through her email. "What the...?" Where did all her maintenance reports go? Also, where did all her upcoming work disappear off to? "Hassel? Are you missing work stuff?"

"Yes, actually." He looks though his email as well. "I didn't even touch this file and—"

Larry practically flies into the room. It's the first time Rika has actually seen him scared. "Where did Poppy's work go, and why is my weekend free?"

You know things have gone wrong when Larry is panicking. Then again, only Larry could panic about having time off.

"Well... It's weird. But everything looks legitimate." Rika looks up who accessed what last. "It seems like La Primeria just took back a bunch of stuff." She makes a face. "I wonder why, I usually correct those kinds of things."

"Wait. That means I don't have any work left to do here." Hassel starts packing his things. "I can grade those assignments and hand them back early." He zips up his bag and leaves.

Larry and Rika come to the same conclusion as him as they stare up at the clock. They're finishing on time for once.

Geeta is notified of three people exiting the building and knows that they didn't even question it. It fuels her desire to be better.

It's only eleven at night, and Geeta is so tempted to admit she got overambitious. But she thinks back to how she failed and steels herself towards improvement. They were happy. This is worth it.

It's been at exactly two weeks and five days, and Geeta doesn't even know when she started counting. How were these people even functioning like this? She's never wanted to scream so badly. How have none of them walked out on her yet? It's a miracle. Sure, she barely got six hours of sleep and maybe she counted a granola bar as breakfast more times than she cares to admit, but it's only fair.

The Elite Four seem much livelier, Larry doesn't look like he's about to die, and even the gymleaders seem to hate her slightly less.

...or at least, that's what she'd like to say. Nobody noticed. Somehow she's convinced she's stressing them out more. She must look terrible. Granted, she's technically doing enough work for herself, a secretary, and a member of the Elite Four. But all those things are technically her responsibility, she's liable for the damage she's caused.

Rika is the first to crack after about a month. "Don't you feel at least a little bit concerned about her?" She sighs. "I mean, I won't lie. The time off is great! But isn't there a way to redistribute this work evenly?"

"Well if there is, I'm sure she would've figured it out by now." Hassel sighs. "But La Primeria would've called on us if she really can't. She's a very capable person."

"True." Larry nods. "If she did this earlier, I could have had eight hours of sleep like this all the time. La Primeria is actually doing us a solid for once."

Rika doesn't want to argue with them. Maybe they're right.

Two months pass and Geeta is starting to get the idea that this might be fine. Now that she's used to it, she can power through everything on just a few cups of coffee. The Elite Four are content to let her handle things. Geeta grimaces at her never-ending pile of self-assigned work. No wonder everyone was so scared of her, look at all this stuff she told them to do.

Hassel starts to feel bad once he notices La Primeria is getting a bit... Snippy. He just popped into her office to say hello and was met with a breif glare of daggers before she composed herself just as fast.

He didn't bring it up though, because... He honestly can't say he feels guilty. Not in a mean way of course, but he and Larry seemed to share a small agreement: she had it coming.

After six long months, it's starting to become apparent: this is a worse arrangement for everyone. Rika stands outside La Primeria's office and knocks on the door.

"La Primeria. We're here to complain about uneven workflow."

"..."

"Is she even in there?" Hassel whispers.

"She is." Larry nods, looking through a window on the door. "I saw light from a screen turn off. Probably thinks we'll leave her alone if we think she's not in."

"Yeah. Probably." Rika shrugs. "Oh, well. We tried." She seems to storm away.

"Wait what?" Hassel's eyes go wide. "Weren't you wthe one who suggested this?"

Larry catches on. "Well if she's not actually in there, we'll just try again later." It takes him mouthing the words "just follow me" for Hassel to comply.

After scooting down the hall, Rika makes a quiet gesture. "Now when we go back, she'll think we'll have left. Take off your shoes so they don't squeak." She whispers.

"What if I fall?" Hassel hisses.

"Then just walk quietly with those shoes on." Rika looks over at Larry, who already took off his shoes. Good. Hassel is still standing in his shoes looking at him. "Hassel what are you looking at—?" She turns back to see Larry's socks.

They're patterned to have little komalas all over them.

Larry clears his throat. "Can we get going now?"

Right.

Sure enough, there's the faint glow of a laptop screen.

Rika sighs. "This is ridiculous." She mumbles to herself, putting her shoes back on. Larry does the same. She knocks on the door again. "CHAMPION GEETA." The slam of a laptop is heard. "THIS IS AN INTERVENTION. OPEN THE DOOR. LARRY IS LESS STUBBORN THAN YOU."

"Hey—"

"She's not wrong."

"..." The sound of footsteps can be heard. A phantom of a wrathful La Primeria appears in the window of the door. Hassel and Rika steel themselves. Larry is unaffected.

The door is opened.

The trio is greeted by La Primeria's usual polite smile and neutral mannerisms.

They are also greeted by the smell of old coffee, stale instant noodles, scent freshener, and the eyebags of someone doing three people's worth of work.

"We need to talk." Rika flicks the lights on, and steps into the room herself. "We get it, you feel guilty about piling the work on us. Piling it up on yourself isn't much better."

Hassel cringes at the state of her office. "It's worse."

"It's about the same." Larry sighs.

Rika rolls her eyes at them. "My question is, why? You have the skills, La Primeria. We are adults." She gestures to herself and the men behind her. "YOU are an adult." The more the thinks about it, the angrier she gets. "You're the chairwoman, the manager; You. Are. La. Primeria. So WHY can't you do the ONE THING YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE GOOD AT!?"

The tension is so thick, it could cushion a pin drop.

But not an explosion.

"Yeah. Why aren't I good at the one thing I was chosen for?" The fuse has been lit. "I'm the champion, the chairwoman. I'm La Primeria. I eat your overtime and crush challengers!" The beating of her heart is a countdown timer. "—and do you know how I can do that?" The friendly facade is torn off. "BECAUSE I'M LA PRIMERIA!" She explodes, voice booming as she storms about the room. "I'M NOT "LA SEGUNDA" OR "LA MEDIOCRE"—! I AM "LA. PRIMERIA!"

Her initial fire dies. "You finally got me. I don't know how you all did this as long as you did, or why. You can go tell the league to assign someone new to my position, someone who isn't a bossy houndoom."

"Why?"

Geeta can't even face them. "I treated you horribly, failed to manage both my duties and responsibilities, I—" she sits down in her rolling chair, exhausted. "I'm sorry."

"That means nothing, you know." Larry crosses his arms.

"Larry!" Rika and Hassel scold him.

Geeta nods. "I know." She gets up and folds herself into a crumpled-up dogeza in front of them. "I think it's time we actually sort this out. I want to try again. Please."

Rika lets her shoulders fall. "Okay. One chance." She turns to her coworkers. "What about you, Hassel? Larry?"

Hassel nods. "I'm glad we can talk this through." He looks to Larry, who seems to be judging Geeta's crass imitation of a respectable gesture.

"...just get off the floor and schedule a meeting." He sighs.

"...I can't believe you thought I'd dock your pay for talking with people while you work." Geeta sighs after a long meeting.

"Hey, we all had our assumptions about you." Rika smiles.

"I'm just glad we could move past them." Hassel says, sipping a can of lemonade.

Larry nods. "This work schedule is much more manageable."

"I'd like to thank you." Geeta smiles at her fellow coworkers. "For allowing me to be La Primeria."

#pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon scarvi #champion geeta #la primera #why are people so mean #pokemon fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic

[never-not-ever]

How’s it going? Thinking of you

Hmmm it’s going, thanks for asking 🖤.

The day shift (7am-3pm) 1:1 ended on Friday but like mid shift. Over the weekend it was so nice at 7am to shut my door and be able to actually sleep without the door open. Albeit I’m still on 5’s but the towel on the door makes it harder to hear it open so often.

Yesterday she took off the night shift 1:1 (11pm-7am) so now I’m only on the 1:1 during the evening shift. She was going to take me off it all together but this afternoon I’m seeing my mother…

So a little back story:

My mother lost custody of me when I was 2. My Nana and my Aunt raised me. My Aunt was like my mother figure. My Nana was always the stern one, always angry, never was the lovey dovey type. She loved/loves me and is so supportive but there was just never that maternal love. My Aunt on the other hand.. we’d watch tv on the couch and my head would be in her lap and she’d brush my hair back. She passed away when I was 19. I watched her take her last breath and then afterward I climbed onto the bed with her and took her dead hand and brushed my hair back one last time. Morbid huh?

Anyways growing up my Nana (who had legal custody of me) allowed me to try to have a relationship with my mother. It started out with exchanging Christmas gifts in the car then being able to go out for the day with my mother. Which my mother took advantage of and decided to sneak me to her one room place (literally just a room). Of course as a kid I was going to do whatever she thought was right. And I remember it was nice during the Summer not having to find places in town to cool off or use the bathroom. Doesn’t sound that bad right? Except this place was crawling with cockroaches. And when I would shy away from them she’d scold me cause I was making her boyfriend “feel bad”.

Years later she moved to my town and got an actual apartment and I would visit and stay overnight. It was then that I realized she was still using drugs, the reason she lost custody of me. My mother being out of her mind, thought that after all those years I would want to live with her. It was then that she started talking badly about my Nana and Aunt, the people I went home to. They never talked badly about her. They let me see and find out the type of person she was for myself and that was when was I decided to cut off contact with her for good.

That was, I think the summer after my freshman year of high school, so I was maybe 15 years old. Fast forward to winter of 2013/2014 and my mother was living with her sister/my Aunt and my cousin. Our mothers are sisters and my Aunt who raised me was adopted. Funny how the good ones die. My cousin had a baby in November 2013 and I spent so much time at her house that a winter. Naturally I’d have to see my mother and exchange a few words. One day I called her by her first name instead of mom, and she replied with so much anger and hatred “Donna? They trained you well”. To which I said “they? My real mother is dead”. And she replied in a completely opposite tone “I know baby, I’m so sorry about Auntie, I wish it was me instead”. That back and forth emotion was just too much.

That’s the last real conversation I remember. And that was about 10 years ago.

I’m seeing her later. Here. At the hospital... Last week I was talking to my doctor and I said “can you imagine if my mother came here as a patient” and she said “I think your mom should come here, for a visit”. I laughed. She said she was serious. I thought about it for a second and replied with seriousness that I’d think about it. Which didn’t take much thinking. I’m on a 1:1, I’ve been in the hospital for almost 6 months. I’ve thought about it before, reaching out, trying to have a conversation and see what happens. So why not do it here? I’m in a safe place surrounded by idiots that care about me.

This just goes to show just how much I like my doctor for me to have agreed to this. Even though I just said how I was thinking about it before, it’s been a while since I wondered about it and definitely did not think it would happen in here.

It’ll be good to get this over with but I am petrified it’s going to set me back.

[newlifeahead]

Photo Credit:Francisco Villasana

Her day had been frantic, and flustered, and completely it seemed out of control. One of those weeks actually when it appeared the world had conspired to make life impossibly difficult in every possible way. She had finished with her final meeting of the day and could not wait to get home.  

There was not fear of speeding as where the roads were not torn up with construction, the traffic moved at a snail's pace/ fortunately for her, she ended her last meeting closer to home.  

He had asked that she dress special for the evening. It had made her smile. As exhausted as she was she still looked forward to wherever he had planned to take them. A smile came to her eye's first. And soon found a way to encompass her entire face, that alone seemed to relieve the tension of the week/  

She walked in the garage door going into the house, sat her messenger bag holding her computer on the chair sitting at the kitchen counter, she spun on her high heeled toe, lithely to open the refrigerator. Her dance training always with her, her constant companion. She removed the pitcher of water from the top shelf while pulling a tall glass from the cupboard. Watching her do anything was truly like watching a  well-rehearsed economy of motion in real life. Her motion efficiency is part of what made her great in her work. That ability to actually feel with an operation in a corporation was off. Too busy.

Grabbing her bag in one hand while sipping the water she glided quickly through the room and up the stairs to the master bedroom. She stopped abruptly when seeing the lingerie lying on the bed with an envelope. She reached for the letter, while kicking off her heals, opened communication while setting her water on the side table, read while leaning down to pick up her heels, and while striding across the room to the closet where she sat the shoes on the shelf inside.

She sat on the bed, after retrieving her beverage and continued to read what were instructions. Strange, Tom had never done that before. She smiled curious as to what he was up to. She looked down to the lovely lingerie it was blue with little red roses and white daisies and all types for flowers, delicately embroidered on the sheer material. She hoped they fit. Her breasts were so large few things ever fit, which is why she had her undergarments special ordered from Mrs. Wongs. There were dark blue sheer stockings, with a seam, and enormously high heels, she felt excitement building inside of her even though fatigue was quickly taking her.

Following the instructions, she quickly took a shower careful to keep her hair dry, she washed the trials of the day down the drain, anxious for the weekend and whatever Tom had planned for her. She applied her face and body creams, and then her makeup. She checked the time, and she was doing well. She lightly sprayed his favorite perfume into the air and walked though it twice so as to not overdo.  

She walked by the floor to ceiling mirror on the wall and stared at her nakedness, with her curls in an up-doo cascading around her face as he had said to do. She realized she looked quite sophisticated and smiling did a pirouette on her toe and then gracefully bowed to her image smiling, He large breasts swaying with the motion. While she walked, she realized she was teasing her pointed tiny pink nipples as she went to the bed to retrieve her lingerie.  

Tom's instructions now followed perfectly. She stood facing the wall mirror and realized she looked stunning. How could he have known? It all fit so well. She was a little embarrassed that her matched panties already had a wet spot from her excitement, and she realized it would not diminish the longer she waited. She decided that she should sit on a folded bath sheet rather than damage or stain the velvet on the antique chair he had requested she sit on.  

She sat while checking the time once again and realized she could rest for ten minutes. The week and the day caught up with her, fully pointed nipples moist pair of panties, and already soaking towel and all. When she woke, she realized that each leg had been secured with a rope, to the legs of the chair, as had her wrists, which were tied behind her. Tom was dressed in his normal suit and tie, staring at her sipping a tumbler of white liquid, perhaps tequila, or maybe it was vodka. She looked into his eyes curious.  

She said nothing, the way he looked at her was like a hungry wolf. Deep inside it sparked an enormous flame, like she was truly on fire inside. He walked over and trailed a cold finger down her throat to her best to her pointed nipple.  he tilted her chin up and kissed her deeply the vodka on his lips intoxicating on its own. She moved to touch his face and realized she could not. There was no panic only excitement.

“Darling” he said breaking the silence in the room which had been holding them close. “This can go well, or this can go really well. The choice is yours.”

He moved behind her holding her throat the way he did when they had rough sex. Sending another stab of electric excitement thought her. Her sex needed to be touched. Being tied was frustrating her. She could not reach out and touch the largeness she had seen growing in his pants.  

He stood to her left now, her eyes searching his for what he wanted of her. And then, a movement from her right caught her eye, alarmed at first, she started, and then saw a blond man dressed in a suit like Tom, with a strange smile on his face. He also held a tumbler.  

She turned to Tom quickly, he had now grabbed her large breast hard. Pinching her nipple to the pain and exciting her body to the point that she feared she may come on the spot. Unable to even stop herself even though there was a strange man watching them.  

Tom leaned forward, his breath warm tickling her ear when he whispered. “You can always say no, but I hope you say yes.”  The conversations they had been having for so long about him sharing her, not a make-believe fantasy at all, but a real fantasy of his. She was still sitting on the edge of an orgasm, and he had barely touched her. This was something she should have been prepared for, but she was not. His eyes, deep pools of desire. She could never tell him no, even though this was really uncomfortable.  

She looked to his lips, and then back to his eyes. Nodding her head, she had agreed.  The stranger entered their room, and looking to Tom, his eyebrow raised as if in question, and Tom nodded in response. The man then painfully grabbed her drenched crotch. He pulled back and slipped his hand inside her panties, and began to touch her hungrily, while her husband kissed her deeply.  

In the back of her mind she thought, so this is how something like this begins. I have often wondered. She quickly became lost with the feelings of hands and mouths. She was unaware of being untied but felt the bed securely under her as they enjoyed her gifts, which Tom had always said were simply too grand not to be shared, and now they were.  She had already lost count of the orgasms, and the night seemed to be young.   She had also lost all sense of time as well.  

She was his good girl through and through when he fed her his manhood. This did not feel as strange as she had always anticipated, but rather normal. While her tongue teased and her mouth sucked, she wondered if this would be the last time. Smiling and looking into her husband's eyes, she suspected, it was only the beginning. 

Trish Nielson

#flasherotica

[bluerosesburnblue]

What do you think is the best way for someone to get into Twisted Wonderland?

Honestly? Probably just downloading the app and playing it yourself if you can. Unfortunately, it's not out in some countries and there's not a lot of people out there making full video playthroughs of it, either, so there's really no other good way to go about it if you can't download the game for whatever reason, which is a real shame

If you can play, though, the game itself is very newcomer friendly. You can really take it at whatever pace you want; main story content is always available and does not cost any in-game energy to access. There is an energy system, but it's for leveling up your characters and is incredibly passive. All you need to do is select the class you want, select your characters, hit start, set it to loop, and you're good to go, no other input required until the next time your energy is charged up. Even when I started the game, it was pretty easy to just go through the story with underleveled characters because you always take in a borrowed one from another player and most people are very kind and put up their best ones, so you always have a plethora to choose from

The one thing that you do miss out on would be the story events because they're only archived if you completed them, but even then the North American server has been doing a really good job at rerunning old events (except the Culinary Crucibles, RIP Chef Silver card, I want it so bad). I've even noticed that if the NA server runs what would be considered "sequel" events to previous ones that they did, then you can usually access the scenes for the first one in the archives as long as the sequel is running. Some people do complain that the NA server does events too fast/often, but the reason for this seems to be that they're trying to get it up to date with the Japanese server

Speaking of events, this month after the current combat-focused event (the Joint Exam) ends on June 8th, the NA server will be getting a rerun of The Phantom Bride, a story event where a ghostly noble who died before finding her true love returns to the school hoping to finally fulfill her dream of finding a husband. When she selects one of the students and the others find out that the marriage would bring him to the afterlife, they set out to do what they can to save him. Then, later on in the month, we'll be getting the second Camp Vargas event. In the first event (which reran last month), Coach Vargas took all of the sports clubs out into the woods for a weekend training camp that ended up getting more intense than expect. Now, he looks to do the same for the boys in the art and culture clubs, too. So if either of those sound interesting, now might be a good time to hop in!

If you do get into it, anon, I hope you enjoy! The game has a lot of things to love about it. Not only do I love pretty much all of the characters, but I find that the game is really respectful towards classic Disney works and their stories, and does a fantastic job working that into the characters and even the worldbuilding, which pulls double-duty not only inventing a mythos where all of the Disney movies happened in the same world, but imagining what those locations would look in modern times. The game also leans into the "magic boarding school with different houses the students are sorted into" idea (for anyone looking for a Harry Potter alternative), while taking the concept in a more mature direction since, with a handful of exceptions, the main cast are all ages 16-18. I think it's safe to say that it's actually one of my favorite pieces of fiction at the moment, so I'm very flattered that you asked me for advice on getting into it and I hope this helped out a bit!

#anon asks #liz answers #twisted wonderland #a friend i have who also plays this game and i have a ranking going for the events #right now it's 1. starsending 2. halloween part 1 3. beanfest part 2 #starsending is a summer event so there might be a rerun coming soon ;)

[beneath-her-soul]

Time check: 0837hrs

Location: Train otw to work

I'm feeling a lil bit anxious right now. I don't know if I can make it on time to chase after the company's transport and also I'm still having dry cough and it's been like this for the past 3 days. I would also like to take my mind off by writing so I feel much calmer.

Over the last weekend, I spend my off days with Mr Husband by going to our first Halloween Horror Night at USS! I've never been to this event during my younger days as I never like crowds, horror, tickets are pricey and I was still schooling and it normally ends late at night hence, I need to have enough money so that I can actually pay for the tickets and taxi fare back home. In summary, it just cost expensive for me to pay for everything because I wasn't yet a working adult and I have curfew.

Mr Husband bought the tickets to surprise me as both of us are virgins for this event and since we're already married, why not right? He made sure I blocked off the date and told me not to make any plans. I was so excited and looking forward to it because it's been awhile since he come up with something for us.

After night shift, I slept for the entire 5hrs and woke up at 5pm to wash up and get ourselves prepared. H told me to wear something comfortable with my tokidoki bag and sports shoe as we're gonna be walking alot on that night. While I was doing my make up, I asked him if we're watching a concert lol 😂 Idk I just want to find out more to see if he's able to keep up with the surprise.

I was terrified at first bcs lol like I told you, I am never a fan of anything horror as it stresses the shit out of me and furthermore, it just makes me overthink when I'm alone. Almost every of the haunted house, I decided to walk infront and prefer H to be at the back bcs I hate it if the ghost starts to scare me from my back like I can't see but I can feel your presence behind me. I was laughing most of the time during the haunted house experience bcs of the other people in it as they were screaming and just trying to avoid getting scare hahaha it was hella funny. I was more fascinated by the works they put it on the set up. Every haunted house has a theme for it and it was well decorated it looks real. The cast look real and they didn't broke out of character.

During the journey to the destination, I somehow got a sense that we're going to go to Sentosa judging by the route we took. We parked our bike at vivo and took the monorail to Sentosa. It was crowded since it's Saturday. (And it's been awhile since I went out on weekends). And tadaaaa, we reached USS! It was crowded as heck and we were already perspiring. Bleargh. We brought our portable fan and it was a huge life saver for us. There were 3 terrifying haunted houses and 3 sinister scare zones. And btw, H also had another surprise by purchasing the express tickets. Homaigod how much have he spent in total just for these. Makes me feel guilty that he's spending so much just for this. But then again, it's worth it bcs the queue was insaneeeee for each of the haunted houses. I think I might just give it a pass if H didn't buy the express tickets.

The last haunted house we went to was The Weeknd: After hours til dawn nightmare. All you see was...... The weeknd, his chopped off head, everything of him. I'm just like 😮 I don't listen to his music but I knew who he was. I was really horrified and disgusted. The Botox face, just everything. But it was well executed I must say.

We did get to ride on mummy and transformers at least. The atmosphere was so lively as it's been such a long time since I attended something like this. Something that makes me feel alive. You know? I've been walking in circles over the last few months and going to this event at 29 years old, hits me differently.

We ended off our night at 0030hrs and head our way home. I kept thanking the husband for the surprise and it was memorable experience for first timers. Alhamdulillah, bucketlist ✅

Update: I made it to catch for my bus.

#halloween horror nights #life #journaling #spilled thoughts