#i couldnt even crop the sides off to this for some reason

[tacticalkinky]

Relax, Baby~

Ghost x Reader (by JM)

Tags: stress relief, blowjob, massage, smut, oral, glasses, fluff to smut

A/N: In this, Ghost is slightly disabled but still working. PTSD and anxiety ail him as well. Luckily you know how to help him. (Consider donating to a starving artist @ cashapp: $judamars)

Written by: judaciousmars

The door slams and makes a loud bang noise that pounded your ears hard enough to make your eardrums tingle and startle you from slumber. You groggily sit up in bed and clumsily slip your glasses onto your face. The covers whip off of you and you hurriedly swing your legs off your bed. Whoever is making all this racket had better have a good reason for it, you think to yourself as you swiftly carry yourself out to the living room.

Instead of seeing a complete stranger or even one of your annoying roommates, like you expected to see in the moment of suspense, you instead saw Simon sitting at the kitchen table with his head in his hands. You were very confused to say the least, but the adrenaline quickly wore off as you realized you didn’t expect Simon home for another few hours. Cautious but concerned, you come up to him and sit in the chair on his left side, the strong side, since the incident…

“What’s wrong?” You ask, hovering your hand over the space in front of him so that he saw you but wasn’t triggered by your presence. Living with him for three years and dating for six taught you enough to know what makes things worse and what makes them better when he’s distressed. Simon was slightly prone to panic attacks and mental breakdowns, but luckily he had been regularly attending therapy and finding ways to help himself when youre not around. Some days were worse than others though, and this seemed to be a bad day. But you felt pretty confident it wasnt bad enough that you couldnt help.

After sitting in three minutes of awkward silence, you lay your hand palm side up on the table and slowly reach your right hand to his shoulder. Simon’s very tense in his muscles and joints, but doesn’t twitch or jerk when you reach towards him, so you rub his back. He takes your left hand with his own and leans on your shoulder. You look in a different direction than him but continue rubbing his back and letting him squeeze your hand.

Both of you sit there like this for a few minutes. You rub enough circles on his back to start a crop farm, and he silently cries but doesnt make a sound as you hold him close. Eventually, you both get tired of the silence, and begin to speak

“Sooo-“

“So-“

After realizing you both interrupted each other, you and Simon laugh. “Sorry baby, you go first.” You insist, holding his hands on the table and looking at him intently. Simon clears his throat and wipes away his tears on his sleeve. “I-I…uh…I…” Simon began to speak. He struggled to find his words but found immediate relief and comfort knowing you weren’t impatient. “I got sent home because…because…”

You cock your head to the side in confusion, because it wasn’t like him to get sent home. Simon loved his job, and had a great relationship with his supervisor, what could he have possibly done to upset Doug? Still, you patiently waited for him to collect his thoughts. “Okay.” Simon starts, taking a deep breath in and exhaling what felt like the air of a thousand winds. It seemed as though he had been holding in his stress for a while.

“It got pretty busy today. There was so much to do in so little time, I probably didn’t look happy or something because I was working the line when someone else told me to grab something from the shed. Well, I told them I’d be a second but I could get it for them as soon as I was finished with what I was doing.” Simon explained, grimacing as more tears welled up in his eyes and made his vision blurry. Simon squeezed your hand a little harder for one second to express both slight pain and general anger. “Well, honestly no one did anything wrong but they said something…I guess something like ‘Fine I’ll do it myself’ and that kinda made me mad, yknow?” Simon explains, looking at you for reassurance. You nod in understanding, of course he was right in feeling that way, you’d be mad too if someone got passive aggressive with you at work. “So anyways, I was kinda stressed already and trying to get through the day but barely holding it together, so I…may have…thrown things and walked into the break room to calm down. Well, because I threw a wrench, Doug followed in after me and talked to me.” Simon concluded, looking slightly more down like he was ashamed. You waited a minute before asking, “What did he say? Did anyone get hurt?”

“No, no, no one got hurt. I didn’t even lose my job. But Doug was pretty firm about me going home for the rest of the day to cool down. So i did, and now Im here.” Simon answered you. You breathed a sigh of relief and mentioned, “That is so good that he understood and didn’t make it a big deal. That’s a good thing, right?”

Simon nodded and brought your face closer to his and kissed your forehead. “It is. It’s kinda funny cause on the way here half of my thoughts were rushed and panicked and the other half of them kept thinking about you.” Simon tells you, grinning from ear to ear. You chuckle and nudge his shoulder with your forehead. “I love you.” You tell him.

“I love you too.”

You then light up almost instantly as you remember something that happened earlier. A special package came in the mail, and you had been waiting all day for Simon to get home to open it. You figured it would make him happy to see, so you explain yourself immediately. “Something exciting came in today. Do you wanna see?”

Simon nods and holds on to your hand as you slowly stand up and guide him to stand up as well. You figured his leg wasn’t doing well either by how it had been propped the entire time. Once he got to his feet on a steady balance, you carefully lead him to your bedroom, turning on the lights and moving things to the side on the way. Once you get to your shared room, you switch on the lights and leave him at the doorway to rummage through your dresser and find………

(Part 2 will be up later. Consider liking and supporting me, cashapp: $judamars)

#mask kink #cod mw2 #mask k!nk #tactical gear #ghost mw2 #ghost cod #simon riley #simon riley x you #simon riley x y/n #ao3 writer #smut fic

[toast-is-ticklish]

You Are Enough. Pt2

lee! MK ler! Monkey King

Now we get to the actual tickles lol

Hope you guys enjoy! 💖

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A few days had passed, and the comfort from Monkey Kings words had begun to fade. He knew that his mentor was being genuine, but still his old thoughts were creeping back into place.

He tried his best to keep busy and avoid them, reminding himself of his mentors reassurance whenever negative thoughts would crop up, but he found himself doing a lackluster job of all his tasks. And he hated that.

He was unfocused and groggy and just generally weird.

He tripped over himself and dropped noodles five times today,

Accidentally spilled cheese tea literally all over mei,

Tried to help sandy polish up his boat but used way too much polish, so it was just kinda like, slippery and sticky, like, everywhere now.

Which caused sandy to slip and break his 3rd favorite tea set.

He felt really bad for that.

There were plenty of other mishaps that he could list off, and he still hadn't figured out what the heck to do after eating that peach.

As he sat in his room after a fully unsatisfying and frustrating day, those negative thoughts were cropping up again and he just felt too exhausted to keep trying to bat them off.

He felt like he was in the backseat of his own mind. Just listening about how he disappointed all his friends today, how he's a failure, and so on and so on.

But quickly after that train of thought started, he felt a strange tingling creeping up his sides. Almost like fingers gently tracing up his sides.

It tickled. Like really bad for some reason.

"WHAahat is eheven gohohoing OHON righihit NohOHOHOW?!"

It had to be the peach right? But why would MK getting tickled help at all with his training?! And what had triggered it? His spiraling??

MK found himself pressing his elbows to his sides, squirming with nervous giggles bubbling out of his mouth that he couldnt explain as the tickles intensified to a scribbling.

"WhYhyhyhHYHY?? EEEEK!"

He felt heat rush to his face as the phantom hands scribbled all over his stomach and sides, making his body switch  between curling up and flailing wildly, all the while making the most embarrassing noises and wondering how they were coming out of his mouth.

Was this a curse? Was he dying? Kinda felt like he was. But at least it couldnt get worse right?

Wrong.

Suddenly two more sets of hands appeared, one toying with his neck and ears and one down at his hips, drilling into them with fervor. The contrast of sensation was driving him crazy.

"AAHAHAHHA OHoHOHO MYHY GOHOHOD!"

His laugh sounded more childish than he would like to admit as he helplessly grabbed at where the hands would be and his passed right through, which was just plain unfair if you asked him.

Of course if you asked him anything right now he probably wouldn't have any answers to give you.

Then to even more of MKs horror the hands on his hips started rapidly squeezing causing him to snort.

A lot.

"THIIHIIS *snort* SHOULHOULDAHA BEHAHAH IHIHLEEEEAGLEHEH! *snort*"

MK recalled the safe word his mentor told him, but for some reason even though he was pretty sure he was about to experience death by tickles, and he was really sweaty, and this was really embarrassing... he didnt really want it to stop.

It was just nice to laugh and let his mind be totally worry free for a little bit. Even his lack of worry was by... unconventional means.

Was that weird?

It was totally weird.

He was at least glad that monkey king wasnt here to see how stupid he looked right now. That was basically the only saving grace of this situation so,

"So I see my little training tool has been treating you well?"

Never mind.

MK had never covered up his face so fast in his life.

"HaAHAHA MONKEYHEHE KIIHNING YOUHOU SUHUHUCK SOHOH MUHUHCH! IHIHM DHHIYNG!" he laughed out from behind his hands, attempting to muffle himself as much as possible.

"I dont think dead people are this squirmy kid. And hey! I dont suck! You clearly dont mind considering you're the one that hasn't stopped it yet." Monkey king commented. You could hear the smirk in his voice.

MK had no comment to make about that.

He continued, "Anyway I'm pretty sure you need to, yaknow, breathe? Since you're mortal and all that, so why dont we slow this rodeo down a bit."

And with a flash golden light, the tickles slowed, leaving MK giggling but allowing him to catch his breath. He hadn't been tickled in a long time so intense ones like these left him winded.

Once MK had caught his breath, he peaked over his fingers to see monkey king walking over him with mischief all over his face.

"Hehehey! Whahahat arhehre yohohou dohoinh?!"

"Uhhhhhh obviously I'm getting in on these tickles myself! It's been like a thousand years since I tickled anybody."

MK just gaped in shock as his idol and mentor clambered on top of him.

"You okay with this kid? We can stop whenever you want."

MK lowered his hands and nodded. He trusted monkie king. He didn't know why but the idea of getting tickled by his childhood hero made his stomach flip flop in excitement, in a good way.

"Alright then, let's get staaaaaarted..."  he trailed off looking over a giggling MK.

"Here!" He announced, starting to lightly flutter his fingers on MKs neck as he burst out into a stronger wave of giggles. "Looks like I'm not so rusty."

Looking at MKs face, he couldnt help but tease him a little.

"Aaawwwh. Well isn't this just the cutest thing I ever saw! Coochie coochie coo..."

Honestly he wasnt even exaggerating to tease. Looking down at his proteges flushed cheeks and giddy smile as he laughed like a little kid was putting a big dopey smile on Monkey kings face as well. His happiness was ridiculously infectious.

Gosh, this kid deserved the whole world.

MK scrunched up his shoulders in vain as adorable childish giggles bubbled out of him.

"Ahahah! Nohoho! Nhohohot cuhuhute!"

"Really? I beg to differ with that little man. Here, I think I have undeniable evidence of cuteness riiiiiiight here!" The mentor announced as he shoved his hands under MKs shirt and started skittering all over his ribs.

The kid immediately started wiggling around like a little worm, and as he broke into a more earnest laugh, he tried to reach up and cover his face again.

"Nuh uh, I will have none of that. Not in my house," the furry mentor playfully chided.

"AhAh! YoHuOurE IhiHIN myHeheHE HOHOUSE!"

Oops.

"Ehhh, same thing basically."

"Ihihits NOHOHOT!"

Monkey king apparently decided he was done with this conversation and snatched up MKs hands with his tail.

"Now that I can see my adorable students face,"

He said as he looked down at MKs brightening cheeks and wobbly smile,

"I think I'm going to dig into this nice tummy over here, how's that sound bud?"

"Ehehvil!" MK tittered out through anticipation giggles.

"What can I say MK? Celestial beings are fickle."  With that, he skittered all over the young successors belly, even going so far as to give the little bit of pudge on his lower stomach a squeeze.

MK squealed (which he would never admit to) and burst into squeaky cackles, punctuated by the occasional precious snort.

"Oh wohow kid! Did you just snort? Could you get any cuter?" teased Wu Kong.

"With all this squealing and snorting, you're kinda leaning into piggy kid more than monkie kid, yaknow? I'm feeling a little betrayed." 

MK couldnt really process any of what Monkey king said other than the fact that he was being teased for his snorting, which made him look more like tomato kid than monkie kid or piggy kid. As he squirmed around under his mentors fingers, he couldnt help but tug at his wrists a little, wishing he could cover his face again.

Feeling his teacher look at him with such fond eyes was both really nice and a little overwhelming, but in a good way? It was confusing.

Monkey King, seeing that the kid was starting to look tired out but still hadn't said red (this kid is either obsessed with tickles or has very impressive stamina) decided it was time for a big finale.

He slowed his fingers to a stop and gave MK a quick breather before continuing,

"Kid, you have been absolutely laughing your little heart out right? So I was thinking, you're probably super hungry right now. How 'bout a snack?"

What? Were they done now? MK was so confused. "S-snahack?"

"Yeah! You know, I'm more of a peaches kinda guy, but I figure you would really like raspberries."

Ohhhhh. Shit.

MKs playful horror must have been all over his face because the mischief smattered all over Monkey kings seemed to increase a tenfold.

"Awwwh. I can just tell by the look on your face that you are sooo hungry." He grinned impishly as he took his time properly rolling up MKs shirt.

"I'll get those raspberries to you.."

He lowered his head towards MKs trembling tummy.

"right...."

A little lower..

"this"

Lower..!

"second."

His face was just barely ghosting over MKs belly. He waited for a moment to build even more anticipation. If that was even possible.

Then..

He blew the biggest, loudest, most ticklish raspberry right above MKs belly button.

The kid squealed and was essentially sent into orbit. He threw his head up in laughter, and since Monkey king released his hands, they were left scrambling for purchase, eventually just settling on the primates head and gripping it for dear life.

And then he blew another. And another. MK was in ticklish bliss and also agony. He was having fun, but unfortunately breathing was pretty high on his priority list so now was the time to call it quits.

"AHAAHHAH! REHEHD! REHEHEED!"

Monkey king immediately stopped and gave the kid some space to breath.

Once the kid had recovered, although still with some after giggles, he broke the silence.

"Youhou. Are so evil." MK announced, playfully indignant.

Wu Kong had to chuckle at that. "I know, but it was still fun right? And it helped you feel better?"

MK had literally forgotten that he was upset in the first place. And now that he thinks about it, he feels a lot... lighter than he did before. Less tense.

"Actually... yeah?"

"See?! I'm the best mentor ever! Literally so awesome." WuKong was an expert at toting his own horn.

MK rolled his eyes with a smile. "Yeah. Sure."

"Anyway kid. I got some important monkey

business to take care of so I gotta go, but before that, I wanna give you a gift."

As if he read MKs mind he added, "This one wont tickle you I promise."

He turned around, seemed to fanagle a bit, and then.. poof!

A monkey teddy bear! Or a teddy monkey bear? Or a.. teddy monkey? Whatever it was it was really cute.

MK gasped and snatched it out of his mentors hands. "This... IS THE BEST THING EVER!"

I was really comfy to hold.

"I'm glad you like it." Monkey king said. In the kind of voice so genuine you can hear someone's smile in it before you even look.

"Anyways, sleep well kiddo! And remember; no matter what, you are enough." And with that he disappeared.

MK snuggled up to his new stuffed animal and smiled. Maybe things could get better. Maybe it wasnt so bad after all.

#tickle #tickle fic #tickle community #legomonkiekid #lego monkie kid #monkey king #monkie king #lee! MK #ler! monkey king #ler! Monkey King

[kiwiswonders]

Day 5 (25.02): 1800 – 1945 // Music ||  @historical-hetalia-week  ||  I like to think that Francis absolutely embraced the Impressionist movement when it first began because it was something so new and fresh (and you have to love how dramatic people were being about it!) but when he first saw Cubism he just… it was definitely an acquired taste. Credit to www.colorIage.info for having a coloring page version of the painting!

Now let me tell you some art facts!

1. This painting is called “Les Demoiselles d’Avignon” (1907) by Picasso and is generally considered the first Cubist painting! It’s also bigger than what the drawing makes it look like at 8' x 7' 8! I didn’t want to place the painting in a salon because Picasso originally was only showing it to close friends and collectors in the beginning from what I've read. I also didn’t want it to look blank but I guess I could’ve just drawn a floor marking. Let’s just say that a big table is holding it up!

Les Demoiselles d'Avignon by Picasso (article) | Khan Academy || Picasso, Les Demoiselles d'Avignon (video) | Khan Academy || Pablo Picasso. Les Demoiselles d'Avignon | MoMA || MoMA Learning | Pablo Picasso. Les Demoiselles d'Avignon. || Teens talk about Picasso's Les Demoiselles d'Avignon, MoMA || Picasso, Les Demoiselles d'Avignon

2. Francis is absolutely correct in saying that France was the birthplace of modern art as the beginning of modern art is credited to Édouard Manet’s “Le Déjeuner sur l'herbe” which is “The Luncheon on the Grass” in English. The painting threw away all of the rules of how to paint a masterpiece from the time and was scandalous to many people! After being shown in the Salon des Refusés of 1863 other artists began to create modern paintings. Manet is not to be confused with Monet though! Those are two different artists!

Le Déjeuner sur l'herbe - Edouard Manet | Musée d'Orsay || Déjeuner sur l’Herbe (Luncheon on the Grass) – Modernism Lab || Modernism: The Roots of Modernism || Édouard Manet (1832–1883) | Essay | The Metropolitan Museum of Art | Heilbrunn Timeline of Art History || Édouard Manet and the Beginnings of Modernism || Manet, Le déjeuner sur l'herbe (video) - Khan Academy

3. I know that Cubism and many of Picasso's most famous works look childish but please do not assume that he wasn’t a great artist. Picasso completed this painting at 25 but already had a newspaper article about his art at 16 and had his first solo exhibit at 19 with 150 works! Your teachers are right in telling you that not everyone can be Picasso! There are other reasons to dislike him but he really was a talented painter. Also we have videos of him!

Pablo Picasso | Biography, Cubism, Famous Paintings, Guernica, & Facts | Britannica || Pablo Picasso (1881–1973) | Essay | The Metropolitan Museum of Art | Heilbrunn Timeline of Art History || Watch Picasso Make a Masterpiece 

#historicalhetaliaweek #hhw day 5 #prompt: 1800 - 1945 #hws france #hws spain #hetalia france #hetalia spain #aph france #aph spain #frain #hetalia #im sorry this is so long but i had so much to say.i dont even like picasso #would you believe me if i said i held myself back cause i did #i couldnt even crop the sides off to this for some reason

[viktorsluvr]

atsumu x male reader

summary: f/n is in love with atsumu. atsumu has a girlfriend.

cw: f/n means first name, angst i guess, incomplete(?)

every day, f/n thought the same thing.

i love you.

i love you.

i love you...!

he knew he'd would never be able to say it. in fact, he would probably look at f/n disgusted if he ever found out he loved him. f/n wished he didnt.

—

"oi f/n!" f/n could hear atsumu shouting towards him from a little distance, as well as his twin mumbling something, though he could only see his mouth moving and without some impressive lip-reading skills, f/n could only barely guess he was scolding atsumu for being so loud. not that 'tsumu cared, anyway.

f/n waved slightly, not wanting to gain any more attention than he already had on him due to one of the famous miya twins screaming hi. when they reached him, astumu sat beside f/n, pressed together on the semi uncomfortable seats of the bus stops. "ya seem off. what'cha thinking 'bout?" f/n shook his head and looked down at the phone in your hand. it wasnt on and he wouldnt dare turn it on while the screen was right in his field of vision.

"i'm still so fucking tired. didnt sleep well." even if that wasn't the real reason he was off, f/n did in fact not sleep well the night before. then again, he often didnt sleep well because of the many overwhelming thoughts plaguing his mind. this time osamu replied, "same. couldn't get my eyes closed once, this dumbass was on his phone all night talking with some girl." "ya said yer wouldnt tell no one!!" osamu shrugged.

suddenly, f/n's mood sank even further down the drain. "you have a girlfriend or something?" f/n tried to put on a teasing smile to mask his disappointment, not sure of it working. the twins didnt notice, atsumu already started talking about that girl and osamu was on his phone, ignoring his brother. "well i guess it doesnt matter since 'samu already told ya. her name is aoi, she's like-" f/n tuned out the rest.

f/n moved his phone in a way that atsumu couldnt see what was on the screen. f/n always wanted to buy one of those screen protectors that hide your screen from the side angles, but in the end he didnt want to spend 15 dollars on some foil he sticks onto his phone. once his phone was completely out of atsumus view and he turned it on, what he was greeted with was a picture of the man himself. no, not a picture of f/n with atsumu, just atsumu.

f/n wasn't sure why, but he remembers the exact moment of taking this picture. it was just when practice was done; atsumu was still wearing his sports clothes. he was talking with his brother (who f/n cropped out – sorry 'samu!) and had the prettiest smile on his face.

no, really. that had to be the most beautiful thing f/n has ever seen.

so, f/n made that his lock screen. normally, this would've been what motivated him for the day, but right now it only seemed depressing. he was so close, but so out of reach.

he quickly unlocked his phone, going on inarizaki's website to check what subjects he would have today. he knew he had school until four and had to come to practice, but he was feeling nauseous just thinking about going there. this morning i was feeling just fine. why couldnt he just shut up? with the amount of force he was holding his phone with, there should've been a crack.

—

when lunch break finally came around, f/n hadnt gotten the events of that morning out of his head. yeah, normally he'd be overthinking stuff too, but the fact that atsumu had a girl he liked made him want to cry. or rip something apart.

when did atsumu even start liking girls? from what f/n knew, 'tsumu treated girls like shit. from the confessions under cherry blossom trees to fangirls at his games, he always hated them. what made him change his mind? part of f/n wanted to think the girl used some sort of love potion on atsumu, but then again, he didnt want to blame the girl.

it wasnt her fault after all.

well, maybe they just clicked. f/n wanted to laugh. he and atsumu clicked. but not in the same way, apparently. lost in his thoughts, f/n wasnt aware that he was the only one left in his classroom except for the twins. "you good?" f/n wanted to answer 'nah' just to match atsumus energy, but he couldnt get himself to do that.

instead, he shook his head. "it's fine."

f/n didnt take his lunch with him.

—

f/n dreaded what came after school. during lunch, atsumu kept talking about his girlfriend and no matter how hard he tried to drown his voice out, it didnt work. the only time where f/n wouldnt be caught up in his thoughts was in class when he was taking notes, but his my melody pencil he got from atsumu a few months ago kept trying to tear his thoughts away from school. just great!

after school activities. f/n had never wanted to skip practice this bad. the whole day - aoi this, girlfriend that - sure, f/n was happy for atsumu, but then again he was not. he wouldnt be able to deal with another two hours of atsumu bragging and talking about that girl.

f/n held his stomach in an uncomfortable way, trying to signalise that he had a bellyache, even if he didnt. osamu noticed, "are yer fine f/n? somethin' wrong with yer stomach?" f/n nodded, and explained how he mustve eaten something wrong. atsumu and osamu guaranteed him that they would tell the team about his predicament and he could go home early.

as soon as they were both out of sight, he let go of his stomach to get out of the hunching, uncomfortable position. nothing hurt, except for f/ns aching thoughts.

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#atsumu miya #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x male reader #x male reader #atsumu x male reader #osamu miya #inarazaki

[strawbxrryneptune]

HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT

You're the head cheerleader at UA.

We're gonna say its UA university, so like class 4-A.

Bakugou is your boyfriend

He plays on the football team 😫

But he got suspended for a little because he saw Deku (yes I'm adding Deku in this, @ me why dont you)

Deku plays on the rival team, he switched schools cause he felt like he wasnt reaching his full potential.

Bakugou basically broke Deku's mf leg, it's a surprise he wasnt kicked off the team, but the he's the star player.

The only reason the UA football team is even in the nationals is cause of Bakugou.

Anyway, Kiri and Sero were roasting the absolute shit outta him for getting suspended.

"PLEASE- HE COULDN'T EVEN KEEP THE BEST SPOT ON THE TEAM KEKEKEK"

*LMAO* "DAMN BAKUBRO, YOU GOT FLAMED"

Bakugou was ready to blast all their asses to the moon and back, until Denki said that he probably couldnt even keep a spot on the cheer squad, it's even more brutal than football and the outfits are too risque.

It went dead silent when poor bby said that, cause everyone knew not to challenge Bakugou.

He immediately stood up from his spot on the couch in the study hall, marching over to Denki and grabbing him by the collar.

"More brutal than football? Hah, you're out of your goddamn mind, Sparky. I can do that shit anyday, even in that girly ass skirt."

Denki smirked

"Wanna bet?"

And that's how he found himself wearing a custom made UA cheer uniform, face red in embarrassment but still determined to not chicken out. If he got through this, he'd get $50 from everyone in the squad except for Mina

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

When Bakugou had come to you, red in the face and hands shaking in embarrassment, asking for a cheer uniform, you almost passed out in shock.

The Katsuki Bakugou, star Football player, top of his class in strength and brains, wanted to cheer? Nah, you were buggin. He wouldn't tell you why, only a harsh, "You gonna give me the uniform or not?" Before giving you a quick and kind of violent kiss on the cheek, scampering off with the bright orange fabric in his hands.

Leading up to the big game for the finals, he would hang around during practice and watch you command the girls, having them jump and twist into complicated positions. You spot him peeping and called him over, teasingly asking him if he could do a cartwheel, not expecting him to actually do one. He has almost perfect form, a little wobbly on the drop down but beautiful nonetheless. You pursed your lips, looking him up and down before clapping your hands loudly, causing him to jump.

"Change of plans, ladies! We now have a new member joining the team, at least for the game next week. I'll need you to be understanding and patient in teaching him the routine, and no making fun!!"

The other girls nod understandingly, surrounding him despite his yells and protests.

You smirk to yourself.

This is gonna be so much fun.

♡♡

A week passes, and you're in the changing room with the girls, handing out their uniforms. You get to the bottom of the bin, and realize theres a pantsuit. You widen your eyes in shock. If the pantsuit is in there, than that means-

"Y/N IM GOING TO KILL YOU"

Shit.

You jog out of the locker rooms, looking around until you see a shaking head of ash blonde hair. You make your way over to him, stifling a laugh when you see him wearing large sweats, the outline of the orange skirt peeking out. He doesnt have a sweatshirt on, so you're blessed with the sight of his pecs and abs bulging out, sweat already dripping down his body due to the heat of the stadium and the embarrassment racking his body.

"I'm so sorry, Katsu. I didnt realize I gave you the girl version of the uniform."

He scoffs, subconsciously reaching up to tug at the crop top.

"Just get me the damn boy version, you shitty-"

"ALRIIIGHT EVERYONE, ARE YOU READY TO RUMBLE!!"

You both jump at the sound of the announcers voice, the crowd roaring back.

"WELL THEN GET READY, FOLKS. WE HAVE A WONDERFUL PREFORMANCE FROM THE UA CHEER SQAUD. GIVE EM A HAND."

You look at Bakugou in apology, before rushing the girls out, gesturing for him to hurry as you run out onto the field, the UA side cheering loudly while the rival team boos. Bakugou let's out a huff, shoving his sweats down and running out with you, not looking up. The minute the crowd sees him running with you, the stadium fills with laughter and wolf whistles, some of his teammates fanning themselves in mockery. He growls at them, intimidating but not scary due to the bright orange crop top and skirt he's donning.

The music starts and everyone gets into formation, Bakugou at the far right and you at the left. You start to do your routine, shaking your hips and yelling along to the music, moving around and doing flips. You form a pyramid, Bakugou on the base and you somewhat in the middle. The top girl flips off, does a twirl in the sir and lands in front of you, shouting the UA cheer before you all follow suit, cheering on your team while shimmying around. You turn to see how Bakugou is doing during the end, and the sight that greets you is heaven;

He's heaving for hair, sweat slicking down his hair and dripping down his abs, the skirt flowing and moving along with his thick thigh, which tremble from exertion. He's panting hard, eyebrows furrowed as he tries to nail a pose, wobbling slightly. You gulp hard, shaking your head to clear the thoughts starting to surface, thoughts of fucking him in that uniform, sucking his cock from under the skirt, riding him in your uniform, lifting the hem to see where you're connected. Ripping the crop top to see his puffy nipples, making him moan and tremble underneath you from the pleasure, calling him a cute little slut for wearing that little piece of fabric.

You break from your thought when the music cuts out, roars and screams deafening, even the opposing team cheering for you and the beefy man in the skirt.

You all bow and trot off the center felikd, making your way to the benches you drink water before the team starts playing. Bakugou makes his way over to you, gulping down water from his bottle. Some of it spills out his mouth, rolling down his throat, scattering when his Adam's apple bobs. It makes a trail into the swell of his pecs, disappearing. You look up his body slowly, face heating in embarrassment when you meet his eyes, a cocky smirk on his face when he realizes you were ogling him.

"Ya see sumthin' you want, Baby?"

You grit your teeth at him, grabbing his collar and dragging him off into the space between the bleachers.

He sputters at you when you reach under his skirt and grab the barely concealed bugle there, smirking up at him.

"See sumthin you want, Baby?"

You taunt, rubbing him through the fabric of his boxers.

He groans from above you, muttering out a breathy "Its from adrenaline-"

Before pushing his lips against yours, sucking your lip into his mouth while his hips stutter against your hands. You pull away, grinning when you see him chase your lips.

"Are you sure it's from adrenaline, or is it cause you were prancin around out there like some pretty little whore, hm?"

Bakugou clenches his eyes shut, blushing hard and growling low in his throat.

"Shut the fuck up. I didnt do it for that-"

"Well you still did it, and you looked so good, too, 'Suki. Wanted to suck your cock the whole time."

He whimpers at that, hips moving forward to push against your hand more, pre leaking out and making his boxers sticky against your palm.

"Mm, you like that? Like me praising you? Calling you a good boy and telling you how much I wanted your fat cock shoved down my throat? "

His head falls against your shoulder, moaning into the side of your neck as his balls tighten, cum soaking his boxers and dripping out onto your hand. You lick up his neck, making him shudder.

"There you go, pretty boy."

♡♡

When the game is over, he stomps over to the squad, snatching their money aggressively before making him way back to you, scowling when you land a harsh smack against his ass.

"Is it just me, or is Bakugou glowing?"

♡♡♡

@hanji-is-life your Bakugou in a skirt inspired me to write this Bakugou in a skirt.

Masterlist

#bakugou thirst #katsuki bakugou smut #bakugou smut #bakugou katsuki smut #bakugo smut #cheerleader!bakugo

[arcadianstuff]

Can ask for a cheerleader reader and douxie, like they are from rival schools but meet at a game and they really like each other

I love this !! 1000% yes !!!

“Come on girls, hair and makeup needs to be done in ten minutes !” You called out into the changing room filled with giggling cheerleaders.

It was a Saturday evening, and a big football game was happening between your school, Arcadia Oaks High, and their arch rival, Arcadia Oaks Academy. Even thinking about the school made your blood boil. They had a nasty tradition of pranking your school the night before a game. One year you’d ended up drenched in red paint, ruining your hair and makeup. It took ages to wash it all off.

Not only that but the student were the worst. Tight Jeans Hank was a player if you’d ever seen it, and had broken Mary’s heart. But the worst had to be Hisirdoux Casperan. His name alone made your blood boil and hands clench into fists. Since the day he’d moved into town the two of you had been at odds. As another magical being you felt threatened that he’d stumbled into your territory. You didn’t trust outsiders, certainly not strange guys with rude cat famialirs.

Also He worked at Mr. Benoits as one of your coworkers so there was no escaping him. You hated his stupid skull necklace and black hair with blue dyed tips. Who did he think he was, coming onto your turf as a sorcerer and stealing all the good magical items ?! Not only that but he always seemed to go out of his way to piss you off.

Also that English accent was definitely not real ! He was totally faking it !

“(Y/n) I need help with my hair it just won’t behave !” Mary yelled upset, flinging her hairbrush onto the side in frustration. You were brought out of your angry, rage filled thoughts by her whining, and quickly ran over to stop her tantrum.

“I’ve got you, no worries girl.” You said reassuringly smiling at her as you picked up the comb, and started to pull her hair up into a high ponytail.

As the head cheerleader you felt a level of protectiveness over your team, plus you were the oldest as a senior in the high school (and nearly 800 years old as a magical being). Girls like Mary and Shannon (who you had struggled to convince to join the team since she was very shy and not to confident) looked up to you.

There was no pressure on your team to look or act a certain way. You hated all the stereotypes about cheerleaders and were trying to get rid of them. For one the uniform ou guys wore came in a variety of styles. If a girl wanted they could wear a short skirt and crop top, but if they didn’t there was also shorts, T-shirt’s or leggings instead. All had your schools logo and colours.

You personally liked the short skirt and cropped top, you knew it bugged Douxie to see you wearing it. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you and it pissed him off that you could do that to him. You on the other hand loved the power it gave you.

“There we go, you look great Mary.” Tying a neat bow into her hair you stepped back to let her eye your work in the mirror.

“You’re the best (y/n) !! I look fabulous !” She whipped out her phone to take a selfie which you rolled your eyes at.

Teenagers.

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Douxie rarely came to things like high school football games, he wasn’t one for school events. Zoe has to drag him to prom, and he spent the short, thirty minutes he could manage there complaining about the awful music. However he knew that this game was against Arcadia Oaks high school. And he also knew that a certain girl was head of the cheerleading squad.

Douxie had laughed so loudly when he found out you were a cheerleader at work in one of your sarcasm-filled conversations. The amount of jokes he made like ‘give me a C for (y/n) can’t count properly’ or you being a ‘dumb cheerleader’. He’d planned on coming today to enjoy watching you embarrass yourself so he could tease you about it at work.

But then Douxie saw you and your team run onto the field And any thoughts of mocking you flew out of his mind, along with his drink which he dropped in shock, splashing the poor person in front of him.

You were clad in a skirt and top, both in your school colours, with a neat bow tied in your hair. The lively smile on your face made you look electric.

You looked really good. Like Douxie, who’s been alive for 919 years, has never seen anything that good good.

“Mordrax’s miracles.” He whispered, breathless as you and the other girls danced along to the music, pom poms flying in the air.

From atop of the pyramid formation, you and your team had taken, you noticed a certain punk rock guy in the bleachers surrounding the field. And you also noticed his shell shocked expression.

A mischievous grin spread across your face as you were launched into the air, flipping gracefully before the bases caught you. You weren’t daft. Douxie had practically been drooling the way he was looking at you, and it made your heart leap.

There might be some tension between the two of you but it wasn’t all bad.

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For some reason Douxie hung back when the game ended. Even though everybody else was filing out of the bleachers, and into the streets of Arcadia, he found himself rooted to his seat. Well he had some idea why.

Maybe, just maybe, he’d get to see a certain cheerleader.

You bid the girls farewell, hugging Mary and Shannon goodbye as you headed out of the changing rooms. As your skin met the bitter winters night air you started to regret not brining a jacket. Shivering a little you rubbed your arms up and down as you turned to walk out of the field, lit by a few lampposts.

“Cold love ?” A British-accented voice asked aloud.

A scowl crossed your features as you recognised the smug owner of said voice. With a dramatic sigh you turned on your heel to glower at the one and only Hisirdoux Casperan.

“What’s it to you Casperan ? Also quick side note scene hasn’t been a thing since the early 2000s.” You sneered at him, putting your hands on your hips.

“Well darling I was going to offer you my jacket but I don’t feel quite so compelled now.” He answered smirking at the annoyed look on your face.

In all honesty he did feel a little bad for you. It was a chilly night and yet here you were in a tiny skirt and top. Honestly he knew you were dumb but really.

“Well I don’t want your stupid jacket ! It’s a lovely clear night !” You yelled at him, before turning around marching away. however you only got two steps before the heavens decided to open.

It began to rain, the droplets hitting your bare skin, making your slight shivering turn into fall on shaking. You cursed the gods who decided your life was a comedy routine.

However you kept walking, not wanting to be near Douxie anymore. The giddy feeling in your chest at being near him was quickly being overtaken by sheer annoyance. With a huff you tried to march away until Douxie reached out and grabbed your hand.

“Love as stubborn as you are, you can’t walk home in this. Come on I’ll give you a lift back.” He offered, for once sounding sincere.

Hesitating for a moment you looked him up and down, noting how his face had softened, the way his lovely dark eyes were focused on your so intently.

“Thanks.....Casperan.” You said awkwardly, unused to being civil with Douxie.

The boy smiled at you, chuckling a little at your awkward tone. As you both turned to walk to his car he unzipped his jacket and threw it at you.

“What the hell casperan !” You yelled, before quietening down once you realised he’d given you his jacket - abruptly sure, but he’d still done it.

Without saying anything you slipped the dark blue jacket on loving the feeling of warmth. The faint smell of pine trees and old books mixed with scent of the falling rain, and you couldnt help but take a deep breath in.

Douxie watched a content smile grace your face, and could feel his heart beat start to pick up. He prayed to Merlín that his cheeks weren’t as red as tomatoes. The sight of you in his jacket was doing things to him.

A sudden clap of thunder startled the pair of you and hurriedly you chased after Douxie, who made his way over to his car. You were dripping wet once you got inside the comfort of the vehicle, letting out a sheepish laugh.

“Sorry about your car seat.” You mumbled, rubbing your arm sheepishly. The leather of Douxies jacket was covered in rain and it dampened your fingers.

From beside you, Douxie glanced your way as he turned his keys in the ignition. The roar of the car was overtaken by another clap of thunder, a bolt of lightning shimmering through the sky.

It’s golden light lit up your face for a few seconds and Douxie’s breath caught in his throat, stunned for a second time today at your appearance. A few strands of hair were stuck to your cheeks, which were coloured with pink. Completed with your glowing eyes he couldn’t help but think how beautiful you were, especially when you weren’t saying something sarcastic.

“It’s no problem at all love....” he flashed you a small smile before reversing out of the parking lot and driving steadily down the streets of Arcadia.

The two of you, soaking wet form the rain, driving through the quiet streets to the soundtrack of a thunderstorm; it was quite romantic. For the first time you both were enjoying each other’s company, in peace and quiet.

It left you almost feeling unnerved, a slight tension building in the close confinement’s of Douxies car. You went to break the ice first but Douxie already started to speak;

“So umm where should I drop you ?” He asked, finally realising he actually had no idea where you lived.

“Oh uh Peach street, I live in an apartment above the flower shop there.” You quickly responded, a little embarrassed that you’d been so stupid.

Quickly, the pair of you were both engulfed in silence once again, as Douxie turned left down the street. He was struggling to think of anything to say. You guys had the odd witty, sarcastic conversation but never really spoke. There was attraction definitely, but your interests remained unvoiced. Hell the pair of you had never even spoken about your shared magical talents.

Until now.

“I know you’re a wizard.” Blunt as a butter knife, your words caught him off guard a little. He’d wondered when you would have this conversation.

Since the moment Douxie first met you, at Benoit’s on his first day at work, he knew you were a wizard like him, or soreceress rather.

He could easily sense your magic, an aura of red, so fiery and bright it caught him off guard, surrounded you. Whereas you felt the cool blue aura that shrouded the teen, calm but telling of how powerful he was.

“Blunt as ever love. And I know you’re a sorceress. A pretty powerful one at that, or just pretty.” He winked at you, a smirk on his face as he saw you roll your eyes.

“So....now that’s our in the open. Why did you come here ? You know this is my territory right ?” Your long buried resentment at his arrival here was starting to surface, an edge to your tone.

Douxie sucked in a breath, “it’s a long story really, but this place it’s special. I’m sure you’re aware of everything’s that’s go on here.”

A smirk made its way across your face as you thought about the magical nature of Arcadia. You were all too aware of what happened in this town.

“Trust me Im aware. Last week I had to send an incubus back to purgatory outside my school. And then after, spent the day cleaning up the messes left behind by a bunch of chanelings.”

Before you knew it, you were ranting all about your magical problems. It felt nice to have someone to talk to, besides your familair there was nobody else you could vent to.

“It’s nice you know, to actually be able to talk to someone about this...” You started, trailing off as you felt your nerves growing.

Douxie pulled up outside your apartment, the car rolling to a stop. He turned to you and noted the small pink tint on your cheeks, and the way you were fiddling with the hem of his jacket. A pang rang through his chest at the fact that you would go now.

“Well if you want to talk some more we could go grab something to eat ?” He asked a little unsure but hopeful.

Your face broke out into a large grin.

“I’d love to Casperan.”

With a quick turn of the wheel, you both sped down your street, laughter filling the car.

#douxie x reader #trollhunters #douxie #tales of arcadia #toa #x reader

[mskinkyafro]

Last Call (Ethan Ramsey x MC)

A/N: I know what most could be thinking...what the hell it’s only been two chapters, but I can’t help it! I feel so much excitement and adoration for Dr. Ethan Ramsey. We don’t know much about him but ideas were popping in my head all weekend.  Any details I reference about his past in this fic is original content I conceived and nothing confirmed in PB cannon. This would definitely not be apart of cannon so cannon divergence here. The song used briefly in this fic is “These Arms of Mine” by Otis Redding.

Italicized and bold:song lyrics

Italicized: internal thoughts

Summary: Dr. Ethan Ramsay takes time to reevaluate the newest intern that’s captured his attention in more ways than one, whether he wants to admit it or not.

All Rights to PB for their characters, settings, and stories. I don’t own them, I just borrow minus my MC Dr. Katrina Michaels.

All Rights to who own the song “These Arms of Mine”.

In the mischievous hours of the night Dr. Ethan Ramsey sits alone in the now barren Donahue’s nursing another drink. The place once buzzing with noise is now near sheer silence except the gentle music playing from the jukebox. The last crop of stragglers, only a few with slurring speeches make their exit. Hearing the soft thud of the door shutting he let out a mild grunt and raises his near empty glass towards the bartender.

“Last one, buddy. My knees are screaming and any minute longer I’ll be visiting you at your job versus you visiting mine.”

Reggie says as he refills the glass and then grabs a rag to clean.

“Now we can’t be having that now.” Ethan replies before taking a small gulp.

Suspicious at such warm words from the man Reggie stops wiping down the counter to look at Ethan.

“Hmm, that’s strangely kind of you-”

Before Reggie can finish his sentence Ethan cuts him off all the while looking into his diminishing drink

“Because then who will serve me drinks at my beck and call?”

His eyes shine with mirth as looks at Reggie while he takes another sip.

“You almost had me there. You’re a cheeky bastard, you know that? I should throw your ass out for that.” Reggie says while shaking his head amused.

“But you won’t because you’re too good. That’s exactly why the likes of myself don’t deserve you as friend Reg.”

“Heh, damn right. I only keep you around because you tip well.”

Ethan chuckles at the man in front of him.

“Never change, Reggie.”

“Wasn’t planning to buddy.”

The two men finish laughing when the shoosh of the door opens and a young African-American woman enters while calling over her shoulder before the door closes.

“I’m going to use the restroom and wait inside until the Lyft comes. Night everyone!”

Recognizing the voice speaking  Ethan turns and sees Dr.  Katrina Michaels. As she moves from the entrance and towards the back right of the bar to the restrooms his gaze follows and he retreats to his mind briefly.

“I haven’t quite figured out why but there’s something about the rookie that intrigues me.”

Reggie notices his friend is watching the woman from earlier and can already gather what could be the reason why. Being the good friend that he is Reggie decides to give his old pal  a nudge in the right direction. So he taps Ethan on the shoulder to get his attention.

“Welp, I gotta clean up in the back. Keep an eye on the place for me. Especially the little lady, I’m leaving both in your capable hands.”

Ethan quirks an eyebrow at Reggie as he takes another swig and asks

“What are you getting at Reg?”

Reggie smirks to himself and shrugs his shoulders before he turns to leave Ethan alone and enters a side door near the shelves of alcohol. Ethan scoffs and continues to drink his glass of scotch enjoying the the burning sensations that slide down his throat. His thoughts lingers to earlier in the night when talking to Katrina.

“She definitely is different in the real world but on the hand not so much.  I don't quite understand why this intern is different from the others. Other than  proving herself capable so far but outside  EdenBrook I notice that my thoughts have dawdle on her more  trivial attributes. Such as her underlying fierceness or perhaps her vivaciousness. Well I suppose I can’t say I truly recognized these qualities more so I overlooked them, one such as her beauty. She truly is stunning. It makes me wonder why a woman like her spent time near me when the place was swarming with younger men. Especially asking if someone was waiting at home for me. It can’t be what I think… no I probably need to ease off the alcohol right now. Besides who would wait around  for me anyway? Edie surely doesn’t anymore.”

As he sets his glass down back on the counter he hears a soft voice calling his name which removes him from his thoughts. Without turning around he says

“Hello again, rookie.”

“I’m surprised to see you still here Dr. Ramsey.” Katrina Michaels murmurs.

He turns to face the intern and replies

“I’m surprising in a lot of ways.”

She smiles and delicately places herself  onto the stool that’s next to Ethan.

“You’ll have to  prove that you know.”

Despite himself he smirks at her. His gunmetal blue eyes piercing into Katrina’s hazel ones. Their gazes seem to challenge yet captivate the other. There’s a comfortable yet tense air between the two until the smooth vocals of Otis Redding play from the jukebox.

“These arms of mine, they are lonely. Lonely and feeling blue. These arms of mine are yearning, yearning  from wanting you...”

The song continues to play as Katrina speaks.

“You know he’s is one of my favorite artist. I used to...”

As she speaks Ethan watches the woman in front of him. He observes the way her eyes are lit up to how a rogue strand of her curly hair hangs, and even how in the dimly lit bar her smile radiates and contrasts with her beautiful coffee-hue complexion. He tries to listen to all she’s saying, now beginning to tell him about much of a fan she is. But he’s beginning to distract himself with his thoughts once more.

“Of course this song plays. Very convenient timing, I’d say. I bet Reggie had something to do with this. It’s been so long since I had someone. At this point other people would take anyone. But I could never at my stage in life. That’s why I’m here at almost one in the morning. I wonder why she’s here too, besides being young.”

Ethan breaks away from his mind to refocus back onto Katrina whose finishing up a compliment about his research.

“Katrina, may I ask you a question?”

“Of course, Dr. Ramsey.”

“First, outside of EdenBrook you may call me, Ethan.”

Katrina runs her hand through her hair before replying

“Are you sure, Dr. Ramsey?”

He rolls his eyes briefly before turning to look at his glass to take another sip of his scotch.

“Yes, rookie. You referring to me as doctor outside of the hospital makes me look a bit pretentious.”

“I think that’s your own doing, Dr. Ramsey.”

He pauses lifting his glass to meet his mouth in midair and turns to glare at her but it falters once he hears the bubbling of laughter escape her plump lips. He goes back to take a swig and places his glass back down gently.

“Sorry. I couldn’t pass that up...Ethan.”

“Now, was that really that difficult?”

“Not exactly, but it’s a bit strange. To be on first name basis with your idol.”

“I’m just a man, rookie. Not a celebrity or some god.”

Katrina turns her face away from Ethan and averts her eyes from his as she whispers

“Maybe, but you sure do have god-like looks.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t make out what you said?”  curious of what she said.

“It’s not important. But you wanted to ask me something?”

“Yes I do. I happen to be thinking of what you asked me earlier in the night and wondered the same.”

“Is that so? Is there a reason why you liked to know?”

Her tone so playful with a hint of flirtation that he couldn’t decipher if he imagined it or not.

Instead of speaking he shrugs his shoulders in response.

Smiling to herself and looking down before meeting his eyes again.

“I’m just like you. No one awaiting my return.”

“Interesting.”

The fading music is more audible as the two stop speaking momentarily

“...I need somebody. Somebody to treat me right, oh. I need your arms. Loving arms to hold me tight. And I, I, I need your, I need your tender lips to hold me.”

A chime from Katrina’s cell phone breaks the silence before either one of them could.

“That’s my Lyft. It’s two minutes away so, I’m going to waiting outside.”

Ethan nods in understanding, she begins to remove herself from her seat, but still slightly tipsy she slips and falls into Ethan’s body who reacts immediately.  He grasps firmly yet gently ahold of her,  keeping her steady. Both freeze from the sudden contact and close parameters they are from the other.

Katrina can see Ethan’s adam’s apple bob up and down in his throat and he thinks to himself while staring at Katrina.

“I suddenly have the urge to gently brush the curls away from her beautiful eyes and...I need to stop this instant. It’s late and I am feeling a bit lonely but I’m beginning to enter a dangerous area. This would lead to an H.R. nightmare. I can’t let myself get tangled with the matters of the heart. Especially with my, ahem, the rookie. God, I need to lay off the sauce for a while.”

He’s pulled from his thoughts when Katrina removes herself from his arms.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it, rookie.”

“Is that going to be a permanent thing? Even outside of work?”

“What?”

“Rookie. I mean you’ve called me by my first name earlier tonight even when I thought you didn’t even know it, much less remember it nor care to.”

“I’ve told you. I’m observant...rookie. Does that answer your question?” He says smirking at her.

Rolling her eyes she moves to make her way to the exit.

“Yes it does. And you deny that you’re favoring me.”

“I’ll let you believe what you want. Even if it’s a silly notion.”

“Whatever you say, Dr. Ramsey” she purrs.

Ethan feels his heart rate increase briefly. Before he can respond, she speaks up.

“My ride should be here now. I’ll see you around Dr. Rams- I mean Ethan.”

She rubs her hand obsessively through her hair before giving him a quick wave as she inches closer to the door.

“For whatever reason my name leaving her lips sounds right. As the same for hers. Katrina. Ka-tri-na. I’d like to say it more than just in my...Okay enough. I must stick with calling her  rookie. That’s what's...what’s safe.

Katrina opens the door which pulls Ethan out and he speaks for the final time

“Have a good night...Katrina. Get home safe.”

She stops at hearing her name being used and turns back around and grins wide at Ethan.

“You too.”  she steps outside and calls back to Ethan.

“Maybe once I’ve graduated from rookie or you tire of it, you can call me Kat. Whichever comes first.”

Without another word or glance she walks out the door.

Ethan is left staring at the spot she was occupying before turning his attention back to his glass. He drains the rest of his drink and retreats into his thoughts.

“So much for playing it safe. Then again, what’s life without a few risks.”

#Dr. Ethan Ramsey #ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #open heart choices #playchoices #choices fanfiction #choices stories you play #choices app #Open Heart

[mars-the-4th-planet]

You should be quiet at the library.

Neo was peacefully reading a book about what types of ice cream redheads liked the most. She was for the most part minding her own business with Roman and team RWBY.

Weiss, of course, couldnt help but notice they were both girls who were ice-themed. "Hm.. Maybe if I made Ruby a little jealous, she wont spend so much time with that dumb robot?" Weiss thought. She was not happy about sharing Ruby, and wanted the dorky huntress all to herself. "If I teach Ruby how I feel, perhaps she will consider stopping the robophilia?"

So Weiss sidled up to Neo with her nafarious scheme in mind. She thought Neo was a good choice because with anybody else, she would have to convince them to go along with her plan. But Neo cant say no, right?

Weiss sat down next to her and flicked her hair, showing off her long beautiful hair. Neo smiled at her silently before going back to reading.

"Neo, thats your name right? How do we know its your name? Its not like you can tell us..."

Neo nodded.

"So it is your name?"

She nodded again.

"Ugh, why dont you just talk? This is silly."

Neo blushed a little and stopped smiling. She wanted to explain that she couldnt, but there was no notebook or anything she could write in.

"Come on. Just say 'hi Weiss'!"

Neo opened her mouth and gave an attempt, but the most she could do was made two soft exhaling noises. Then she looked even more embarrassed.

Weiss smiled. "Hey its okay, you tried your best. I think you are great, really! And you have an icy semblance just like me!"

Neo perked up a bit at that. She nodded and filled a cup with ice cream for Weiss.

"Aww, thats so sweet of you!"

Neo silently giggled.

"What? Oh. That was not intentional Neo!"

Neo giggled some more quiet as ever.

"Look, do I need to make you calm down? I know just how to do it." And with that Weiss placed her hand on Neos thigh and began slowly gliding her hand up her leg.

Neo frowned and shook her head quickly.

"Dont worry Neo, no one will see us~ and youll love it~" Weiss began fantasizing about how jealous Ruby waw going to be. This distracted her just a little.

POP!

Neo socked Weiss right in the face, forcing her to quit touching Neo where she did not wish to be touched.

"Owww!" Weiss curled up on the ground, holding her nose. "You jerk! RUBY! NEO HIT ME!"

There was the sound of a scythe piercing the wooden floor. "Im coming Weiss! Dont worry!" Ruby called out.

"Shh!" Blake said from somewhere.

Neo got very scared and waved her hands in front of her while shaking her head. Ruby was looking awfully mad, and Neo still did not have her umbrella back.

"How dare you hit my wife!" Ruby said angrily. Weiss blushed. "W-Wife...?"

Ruby prepared to charge, but Roman was not about to let anyone attack Neo. He sneakily raised Glendas riding crop, and blasted Ruby with it. Ruby tumbled away, knocking into a shelf and being covered in books.

"I said SHUSH!" Blake growled nearby.

"Sorry Red, I cant let you hurt Neo. I dont know why she hit Weiss, but I know she must have had a good reason."

Neo hugged him from the side.

"All I was trying to do was make Ruby jealous! She didnt have to hit me!"

"Whats that supposed to mean!"

"That is my line! Oh you thieving crook!"

"I cheat, lie, steal, and survive!"

"You wont be doing the last one much longerrrrrr!" Ruby called out, muffled under the books.

Neo tugged on Roman, pointed at Weiss, and showed him with her own hand what she was doing.

"Ruby, your "wife" was violating Neos boundaries!" Roman raised the riding crop again. "Dont try it! I will blast you again!" He added as Ruby pulled herself free from the mess.

"Weiss! Is this true?!"

Weiss looked down. "Yes... I just wanted you to see how I feel."

Sad music started playing and Ruby patted Weiss on the shoulder. "Its okay Weiss, I forgive you. I guess I have been spending a lot of time with Penny lately."

"I... I just worry because I can never compete with Penny..."

"I understand, Weiss. No one really can, but I love you too okay?"

"I love you too Ruby."

"Well ISNT THAT SWEET." Roman growled. "I think we are forgetting who the REAL victim is here. Not you two with your romance drama, not me with my roman-ce drama, but Neo!"

"Oh lighten up." Yang said, who was also there cuddling Blake who was trying to read and had given up on shushing people. "Weiss is a cute girl! I am sure lots of people would be happy to have her touch them like that."

"Thanks..." Weiss said, hugging Ruby. "And besides, she didnt say no!"

Neo did not agree. She thought it was never okay for someone to touch her without her making it clear she wanted them to. Regardless if they were a guy or girl.

"Okay, you know what? I think you girls dont even want us here!"

"We dont!" Ruby snapped. "I dont even like you!"

"Should we just leave?! Clearly we cannot get along!"

"Yes! Get out of here!"

So Neo and Torchwick left. And that is the story of how they escaped from the captivity from team RWBY.

#rwby

[futurepurplepaladin]

When I’m With You I’m Home- Part 1

Anonymous: 11+15+73+81 for lance reuniting with an s/o he left on earth

11) “Wow, you look… amazing.”

15) ““When I’m with you, I’m home.”

73) ““Please don’t say goodbye.”

81) “Come with me.”

Word Count: ALOT

Who: Lance x Reader

Warnings: Nope clean fluff- one cuss word (H E Double Hockey Sticks)

Hope you enjoy!!!

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“Bye, Auntie!”

“Bye, y/n, be back before sundown- I dont want you out in the dark!”

“Alrightie- byeeee!”

You closed the door of the small house you and your aunt shared, then closing the gate in front. FOr some reason that gate never closed right, leaving a loud bang of metal behind you.

You walked quickly off your steps, reaching for your surfboard as you sprint down to the ocean.

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Your house was very close to the ocean, a 5 minute walk at the most. Today was one of those blissful days; no tourists, no surfer guys trying to grab your attention- complete and utter calm.

You sat on the warm sand, relishing the feeling of scrunching your toes in the softness. You were wearing a “Coca Cola” crop top, which you took off for the long day ahead. You wore your traiditonal bathing suit, a white halter top bikini set. You tied your hair up into a quick bun (which you knew would come out during a wipe out), strapped the board to your ankle, and rain for the waves.

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Surfing took your mind off everything. Off the “accident.” The sorrow your town still felt, even though it had happened a year and a half ago. You still saw the McClains’ to this day, and seeing their smiles etched still with pain hurt you more than the fact everyone “pretended” Lance was alive even though they secretly gossiped that he was dead. It reminded you that you were just like them: still hurting.

Lance and you had been friends since childhood, running with sticks, pretending they were lightsabers and running after lizards. You guys were inspereable. He was the one who taught you how to surf. You were the one who introduced him to space. The whole neighborhood used to tease you two when you were young calling LAnce your “Little Lover” and you his “Little Miss.” You both pretended you hated it, looking at each other in disgust. You usual reaction was to give him a dirty look and say “HIm?” UGHHHHHH!”, and to make a barfing noise. LAnce’s usual thing was puff out his chest and say, “Me and her? Nuh uh, Im a bachelor- I got to many ladies to pick through!”

Forever it was like that- pretending to only be friends, until the day you two began to grow up, seeing not their chilldhood friend but a crush.

Both you and Lance enrolled into the Garrison, and you both got in. You waited to open up your GArrison letters together, and you to met at the beach, ripping up your letters feverishly. You pulled out the acceptance letters and you both screamed in glee. Lance had grabbed your hand, making you dance in the wet sand as waves lapped at your feet, him still screaming and you laughing out of glee.

Then came the “Congratulation” parties, then the Going Away parties, then off to the Garrison you went.

You had excpected to be in Lance’s team (being the engineer), but you didnt. You two were upset- but quickly got over it saying- “Its for the best. We gotta part ways some days Feo.” You used his nickname on him, and he laughed nervously. But Lance began to drift away, and as hard as you tried to keep him with you- you couldnt. His new friends, and his rivalry with Keith was keeping him to busy to be with you, and you began to not love LAnce but despise him. He kept running off, getting people in trouble, and he wasnt being the same. HUnk and Pidge were nice, you had classes with them, so they weren’t the issue.

You confronted LAnce one night, the very night he disappeared. Your bottled up emotions exploded when he told you he was sneaking off outside the GArrison.

“So, your just going to leave?! Because Lance does what he wants, when he wants to, huh?” you yelled glaring at him.

“I dont need you to tell me what I cant or cant do! You dont control me!”

“You’re being an idiot, Lance!”

“Your just jealous Im doing better than you! You don't want to see me do well and have fun- you didnt help me when Keith was being a jerk, because you know Im more talented, more social, and more fun than you are! You barely have friends, while everyone knows my name!”

“First of all-” you know what, forget it you wouldnt understand!” you felt tears pickling your eyes. “Just go.”

Lance knew you like the back of his hand- he knows when he over stepped it.

“Wait- y/n, Im sorry, i didnt really-”

“JUST GO!” you looked up at him, letting you tears run freely, and you walked to your room, and slammed the door, sliding down against it, and broke down.

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You replayed this moment for the millionth time as you sat on your surfboard, where the waves were calm.

You felt guilty for that night, feeling it was your fault for pushing LAnce away. You saw LAnce’s rivalry with Keith as stupid, knowing Keith was a better pilot, but didnt want to hurt your friend’s feelings by telling him that. He started to get mad and wanted somebody to listen after you would change the subject quickly when he brought it up, so he started talking to Hunk, who was to nice NOT to listen. You had no friends (besides maybe Pidge and HUnk) because you were so busy trying to get back LAnce, even though he kept brushing you off. You felt you had lost your best friend, and maybe it could have been something more. It wasnt your fault, you knew that, but- you wished you had done something different. Didnt deal with him like that.

The waves calmed you. Bittersweet moments like this came back to you, and little moments with LAnce you treasured. The times you would trip on cracks in the road when you were little, and he was the one that bandaged your cuts. The time your were Leia and he was Han for Halloween. The time he surprised you with a birthday cake for your birthday, but had forgotten to add sugar, and in an attempt to cover up the very flat cake had put globs of icing as big as ice cream scoops all over. You smiled at this one, remembering how the taste was so terrible that you spit the cake out in his face, and he was running around grossed out of his mind with half eaten cake all over his front while you sat laughing so hard your stomach hurt for hours after the incident.

You felt a tear roll off your cheek. You wiped it away. Remembering hurt, but forgetting would hurt worse.

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The sun began to set, and you realized you had to go home.

You sighed, because everything was perfect- the sand was cast in a golden honey glow as the sun began to lay upon the horizon. The water was being colored not blue, but soft shades of baby pink, fiery red, and hibiscus orange. The air was cool, and the smell of sea salt filled your noise.

The day had been a long one. You did have some wipe outs, which made your your hair turn into loose ringlets from the sea salt. You brushed your hair to the side, and began to pick up your things until-

A faint sound of a purr came over you, something was flying-you gasped, seeing a blue robotic lion fly past your head and to the far side of the beach.

You gasped. It couldn’t be-

You began to fast walk cautiously to the giant cat. Was it really him? How the hell is he here? Where has he been? Is it really him?

You saw the lion, far off, beginning to crouch. It opened its large mouth, and you saw a man clawed in blue armor step out-he was paler than before, his hair was longer, but it had to be-

“LANCE!” you screamed, realizing who was in front of you. You broke into a run, trying to catch your footing on the sand. You saw him turn to face you, and you were close enough know to see his face break into a huge smile.

“Y/N!!!” He screamed back, breaking into a run just like yours.

You grabbed each other, and held on tight. Loads of questions began to fill your mouth, and all Lance could do was repeat, “I’ve missed you, I’ve missed you guys so much!” Into your hair.

“Lance where have you been, everyone’s been worried sick, I’ve missed you, I thought you were dead, what happened, God I wanted to say sorry to you for so long- Ive MISSED YOU!” You wanted to cry- the thing you wanted most was back in your life: Lance was back.

He spun you in the air, like he did so many years ago on the day you were accepted into the Garrison. You both laughed, and you stayed there, him holding your waist, and you having your hands wrapped around his neck.

“I’ve missed you a lot Lance…” you smiled softly, putting your forehead on his. The butterflies came back, tickling your stomach gently.

“I’ve missed you a lot too y/n- I’ve always wanted to tell you something and I was always too scared to- but I realized life’s too quick to keep stuff to yourself.”

You were hanging on to his every word, anticipating what he’d say. He looked nervous, almost embarrassed to say what he was trying to tell you, and that made the butterflies fly around in your stomach more fiercely than before.

“I like you y/n, like a lot, and I know you probably-“

In a spurt of courage and happiness, you grabbed his face and kissed him.

Sparks flew- he tasted like cherries, you tasted like salt water.

You pulled apart, realizing your feet were back in the sand again- “Wow”, LAnce said breathlessly.

You chuckled softly, watching his light blue eyes turn indigo in the Cuban sunset.

Realization hit him, noticing you were only in your bathing suit.

“Wow, you look amazing,” he didn’t say this in his flirty voice, he didn’t mean it like that- it shocked you to hear he was genuinely complimenting you (for once).

And you did. You found surfing was your outlet to deal with Lance’s dissapaperance. But it wasn’t always like this though. For a long time, the grief of Lance cost you to kind of give up. The Garrison brought back to many painful memories, so you left. When you got back home, that brought me memories to; you stayed in your room, you didn’t come out for meals- it was like you disappeared too. But in an attempt to bring you back, your Aunt lovingly locked you out of the house and told you not to come back until you did something OUTSIDE of your room. You sat on the ground for a while, confused on what to do: it had been awhile since you had been outside. You opened your garage, and saw Lances blue and white surfboard- he had left it at your house before leaving- you grabbed it, feeling a surge of new found energy. You grabbed it and ran to the ocean.

You got addicted- your aunt almost called the police one night because she thought you got kidnapped- but she went down to ocean and found you there, swimming in the pitch black waves. She literally almost had a heart attack- but she knows better than to stop you. It helps you.

Now your muscles were taught, your personality was back, and you could think clearer than before.

“Im glad your home,” you say softly, putting your head in the crook of his neck.

“When Im with you…. Im home,” he replied, holding you tightly and stroking your hair.

You breathing hitched, hearing these few words that meant everything, but you breathed out again and smiled.

Realization swarmed you, your smile turned straight,, and you pushed off his body. LAnce was shocked and confused, and you shouted, “Where have you been?”

Lance’s blush deepened, and he scratched his neck- “Well, um- its kind of a long sto-”

“Getting busy over there LAnce?” a voice taunted in front of you; the voice was undefiable as male or female- but you recognized it at once.

“Wait is that- PIDGE?”

Part 2 comin soon!

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[wifif-warfstache]

Battle of Bloodgultch

This was written by @cerevire, who plays the Wilford Warfstache <strike>along with about 40 other characters lolol</strike> to my Wifif.  It’s the origin story of how lil Wiffleball found himself in DSG, and was inspired by the war theory that cropped up recently. https://quinn-and-kin.tumblr.com/post/164916243811/random-unprompted-wilford-warfstache-theory-i-had

Needless to say, violent.

16,473.... Not that he had been counting, why the fuck would he be counting!? This was horrific, blood everywhere, some of it his own some of it his brothers. There was a bounty on his head and a bullet in his shoulder and he was pretty sure there was a body on the floor right next to them but at this point it was unimportant, another fallen soldier in this war machine. The only thing he cared about right now was getting his brother to safety. He held his gun in hand, a gun which surprisingly never ran out of bullets and always seemed to have the right bullets for the job. Silver, Gold, copper, lead, didnt matter so long as he shot it and it did its job. They were hunkered down behind a crashed flying saucer, it was still smoking and likely to explode but iit gave them cover for the moment. 16,474.... His brother screamed at the noise so close and he quickly whirled around to put an arm around him "shhh shhh its ok its ok... I'll get you out of here, I promise... We're almost there" Almost to the only clock left in this horrible place. Almost all of them had been smashed and destroyed to prevent Wilford Warfstache from escaping this realm. To prevent the catastrophic murder machine from entering any other realms this war went on in. There was one clock left, their last hope of escape, if they could reach the clock dimension then he could get Wifif to safety!  "shhh its ok little brother, Wilford's here" he smiled holding his brothers face, but they were both covered in blood and burns and cuts and bruises.... He heard the whistle of another bomb, no telling what kind it could be, he quickly grabbed Wifif's head and pulled him down, ignoring the scream of panic and terror from his sibling.>>

The bomb exploded but it flooded the area with gas, bright pink gas and not the friendly Warfstache kind of pink! He grabbed his jacket pulling it off and put it up to Wifif's face to cover him and grabbed him to run again, it put them in the open but he didnt care, they were almost there and that ship was about to explode anyway! 16,475...16,476...16,477... He was shot again in the back, blood pooling at his shirt in a circle but he ignored it as best he could. Had to save Wiffif... Had to get him to safety! There it was!... He hurried towards the little house, pulling him along  "look there it is! we're there! We're safe! We'r--" BOOM He was on the floor before he knew what had happened and Wifif was no longer at his side. He scrambled back to his feet immediately, searching around. Wifif was on the ground screaming again. He hurried over to see the damage but he would be fine, yes yes he'd be fine, nothing but, few cuts n bruises.. Wifif was fine... He got him to hunker down again glancing over to see what had caused them to go rocketing back like that. A golem? A machine? He wasn't sure what it was...but it was in the way... BANG!....BANG!! .... nothing... great... gun was useless... >>

He patted Wifif's shoulder gave him a smile and headed out to face the monster blocking their only exit out of here. He didn't put his gun away however... 16,478...16,479.... "Move out of the way..." He gave one warning. It wasn't taken.... so be it. He tugged on his bracers and wandered over to face the golem made of metal and stone and when it charged for him, he quickly rolled away, searching the golem over intently, had to be a weak spot somewhere? ... usually inside.. fuck. "Yer a biggun... not big enough for old Warfstache though" he smirked and ran up onto its back while it was turned, riding it around like a rodeo until it crashed into the house they were aiming for. HA! got em! He hopped down all smug "Cmon Wifif, we're almost the-GRUUGFF!" CRRRACCK ...... Excruciating pain... blood... lost a tooth he was sure. He coughed and spluttered and growled in pain reaching up to his jaw... completely smacked over to the left..great.. dislocated it..son of a bitch "noww thash jush uncall' fer..." blood rushed down his chin but he didnt care, he'd brace that pain, had to get his little brother to safety! They'd lost everything else.. if he lost Wifif too.... >>

He braced for the golem again but this time slid underneath it and then rushed off around the house doing a lap of it, confused the golem until he came back around with a smirk, or as much of a smirk as one could have with a dislocated jaw. The golem rushed at him and he pulled his arms up, a brief flicker of lights in the air glinted before the golem came crashing to the floor. Fishing line could be great sometimes... He hurried over to finishing binding it down before he went back to Wifif. "Cmon lil bruhdur..we gootaa mooove" his voice slurred and was awkward and full of blood but he took Wifif's hand and hurried inside. There it was.. the last clock...  He wasted no time in opening the portal and shoving Wifif inside, but as he did there was another whistle of a bomb. It exploded right on top of him.. The clock shattering... And Wilford was trapped in the realm.... It didn't matter.... It really didn't..Wifif was safe now.. He didn't know where the clock dimension would take him but he hoped it would be somewhere safe... There was just one last thing to do... He reached into his pocket and pulled up a tiny marshmallow... Schmore... He smiled, kissed its head "youu know wha' t' doo.." and it did, it whirled up into pretty little stars and vanished, appearing back in the mallow bag in Wifif's pocket, and proceeded to hop out, while the younger twin was hurtling through the clock dimension>>

A few stars and a cute little sneeze on him and.... there it went.. the war... Walter... their parents... all the dead bodies and the bloodshed the tears and even the golem.. Gone.... gone for good he would hope too. Wifif would land in the middle of nowhere, no memories of how he got there, no memories of war or death or bloodshed. Only memories of his twin brother Wilford who was currently at an interview show, and a bag of never ending marshmallows.. still.. the people in this new realm seemed nice.. they'd look after him surely... With his memories, went any trace of existence. Any interviews, shows, any trace of him ever having existed were wiped from every universe and every world. Wifif....no longer existed. A ghost of sorts... Not even Mark would remember him. Only ever been Wilford..and Walter, he couldnt bring it in him to remove Walter but... he didn't need to worry about the youngest Warfstache being harmed... he was already gone..... Wifif was safe now..that's all that mattered... Safe where no one would find him. "allriight you sonns o' bishes... ole Warfys had juss abou' enough o you" he spat blood to the side and glanced to the clock.. broken.. shit. Didn't matter... 16,480.. 16,481... 16,482-83-84-85...... He rushed out, with a limp from the explosion, and headed for the clock tower, sure it was destroyed and broken but it would give him a good vantage point at least... after all he was gonna be here a while. "HALT RIGHT THERE WARFSTACHE!" BANG 16,486... "I'm shoorry...we're you talkin' t' mee? whoopsh..." he hurried along again and didn't stop until he reached safety for the time being. All he could hear was growls of monsters, explosions, gunfire, laser fire everything.. past and future and present and everything in between, ladies, gentlemen, all configurations of being in a mashed up fuckfest of a war... >>

Something snagged his throat from behind! He struggled for breath for a moment before- 16,487...  Stupid fuckin wraiths...  No one was truly safe in this realm... not right now... He pulled a pocket watch from his pants pocket flipping it open, broken, but the picture of him and Wifif was still there, a little bloodstained but there.... "I'm shorry Wiffy.... I'll shee you again shoon... shomeday..." he quickly pocketed it when he heard another telltale whistle of a falling bomb. This one exploded... It rocketed him right out of the tower and back to ground level surrounded in rubble...and next to a friend. "wil..wilford?... wilford... " "hm? ah" he hurried over, as best he could, how was he not missing any limbs like this guy, really, he'd been blown up three times now. "Wil-... pleas... k-kill me...end me... please.." "I..I cant do tha' .. I've killed..enough already.." "..please..jus..jus do it.. im right here..do it..ki-kill me..ki-" 16,488....... He felt sick for a moment but it passed quickly. He stared down at his fallen friend before glancing around at the sound of several guns clicking. "Gotcha you pink son of a bitch" The ones who'd started this stupid fucking war.... Bastards... He turned slowly, a murderous look in his eyes. He'd lost everything... so what was there to lose now? 16,488? 16,501.... They all stood shocked for a moment before their heads slid off  and their bodies toppled to the ground, a flicker of lights caught the string hanging there. Wilford was smarter than to leave himself exposed... Itwas gonna be a long war.... >>

Of course he escaped.... Of course he did.. how? He had no reason to tell the story, especially not around Wifif! And oh how damned fucking happy he was to find him again! Safe and sound, no memories of war, didn't even ask questions about the wonky jaw and the speech impediment, didn't ask where he'd been all this time just happily accepted that his brother was there as if he'd just come back from the interview.... good.... it could stay that way... he never wanted to hear Wiffy scream like that again... He wasn't the same man, but Wifif seemed fine with that... He had an itchy trigger finger and a complete nonchalance for death, disregard for safety and everything else.... the clock dimension worked wonders.. it could bend time. He'd been gone for DECADES after Wifif escaped and yet... he came back like it was just yesterday... They'd lost so much but... they had each other again, no one would find Wifif as long as he didn't get popular again, oh everyone had loved the twins show! Now it was just Wilford's show.... and that was fine... so long as it kept him safe. .....thats all that mattered.... /e

[artificialqueens]

I'll kiss it better

Hi! This is the first fanfiction ive ever written, so hope its not that bad! Its a trixya highschool au where they’re both girls. The whole story will be Trixie’s POV :) also im from Norway so my English is not the best so sorry if there is alot of misstakes :(( hope you enjoy this anyway !

It was just a regular day, nothing new. The day had started with trixie aplying her barbie makeup, putting on one of her too many pink outfits, having classes that she was focused in, meeting her friends Violet and Pearl and eating gross food in the cafeteria. All tho, a day wouldnt be normal without spending her luch staring across the room at the popular’s table. Not that she cared that they were popular, but she did care that the most beautiful girl she had ever layed eyes on was on of them.

“Trixie! Omg can you stop looking at Katya and focus on me for a few minutes??” Violet said frowning at Trixie that clearly had spaced out in the middle of Violets monologs about herself.

“Wait what did you say?” Trixie looked back at Pearl and Violet who were both looking at her, Violet rolling her eyes as usual.

“If you wasnt so focused on ms. I let the whole school bang me, you would have heard that i was talking about what im going to wear for my next model job next week.” Violet said looking back at Pearl who gave her a sympathetic look, knowing how much Violet became annoyed when people didnt listen to her.

“Im sorryyyy. Its just that-”

“Yes yes Katya is beautiful, katya is amazing and Katya is the best creature that has ever lived, we know.” Violet said looking more upset.

“But i mean she may be-”

“No Trixie. She is not a lesbian. She has sucked off half of the football team, also, i dont even get why a slut like her would be popular.” She said crossing her arms like a kid throwing a tantrum.

Trixie hated how much Violet disliked Katya. It was obvious that she was jealous of her populaity, but no one ever said anything. Pearl was too busy loving Violet and supporting everything she said, and Max who usually sat with them, was too shy to say somthing unless it was about something being too vulgar for her. Trixie usually ignored her and focused back at Katya, but calling her a slut was not ok.

“Just because she likes dick doesnt mean she is a slut.” Trixie said trying to defend Katya like she had been her best friend since kindergarten.

“Trixie omg you just said it yourself, she likes dicks not pussy so get over it already.”

The bell rang before Trixie got to say anything else, so she ended up just rolling her eyes and got out of the cafeteria as fast as she could.

The next class was maths, and even tho Trixie liked to focus on her school work, she couldnt help but think about what Violet had said. Its not like she belived it herself that Katya was a lesbian or a bisexual, but thinking she was straight was way too negative. The sadest part was probably the fact that Katya didnt even know who Trixie was, even after soon 3 years in high school. Not that Trixie had noticed Katya before the start of the 3rd year either, but it sucked having a crush on someone who had abselutely no idea that you existed.

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It was a week later, and Trixie was sitting in the cafeteria again, listening to Violet talk about how her photoshoot had gone yesterday. Today Max sat beside her on their table and listened with full enthusiasm while she was talking. She heard something about the photographer being a pervert and Pearl getting upset over this and Max wanting to call the police, but honestly right now she couldnt care less, cause Katya was wearing shorts for the first time since fall and her ass looked so great in them. Not to mention her hair being tied up in a long curly ponytail and a black crop top with some sort of cigarette print on it, to be honest it was hard to say with Katya being on the other side of the room, but at least she got to stare at her from behind, which might have been the greatest part of her week. She started thinking about how it would be to actually talk with her, she always laughed loud and had the biggest and most happy smile she had ever seen, so she could probably do it if she went for it. Pffth like she was ever gonna be brave enough to even say hi to her in the hall, at least not with her bitch committee following her.

“Are you staring at that girl again?” Asked Max looking at her with a hopeless look. Max was the one she had known the logest and probably the most supportive of the group, but it didnt mean she helped alot in her crush situation.

“No no, i was just, um thinking about the math test next week, thats all.” Trixie said with a half smile and got her focus away from Katya.

“You need to get yourself together and say hi soon. You cant just stare at her for two years without even trying.” It was the most suportive comment she had gotten out of any of them forever and she was happy with Max trying to help her. Not that it was helping but at least it wasnt Violet saying focus on me and not that slut.

“But she doesnt even know i exist…” She sight and got up ready to get to her next class.

“Try a hi anyways, unless you dont want her to know that you exist.” Pearl said as they walked on their way to their different classes.

Trixie was daydreaming on her way to her class, thinking about all sort of things, till she was half way up the stairs. She felt someone behind her lifting up her skirt. At that moment she was so unconfortable and upset that she turned around, ready to punch the pervert who was trying to take a peek at her panties. There was a bunch of people, both boys and girls standing behind her giggling and wispering to each other, but at the very front, right in front of her was Katya. She was trying not to burst into laughter while her friends around her was laughing their asses of.

Trixie felt her cheeks heat up and she turned around and ran up the stairs almost tripping, but made it into on of the bathroom stalls. She felt tears running down her cheeks as she thought about the most embarrassing thing ever happening to her comming true. There she was having this great idea that Katya was this amazing person who everyone liked because she was funny and warm hearted. She was wrong, she was just another part of the whole mean girls group. She couldnt belive why anyone, at least not her, would do that to her for no reason other than a laugh. She was angry at her, and most of all herself for letting herself having a crush on her for so long when in reality she was just this cold hearted bitch.

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That night was filled with ice cream and her three friend spening their time talking about how much of a bitch the mean girls are and why Trixie shouldnt blame herself for wearing short skirts.

“She was probably just tring to act cool in front of the guys. Not that im taking her side, but maybe its more to the story?” Pearl said trying to find out why she would do that.

“I mean i already said she was a filthy slu-”

“Language Violet.” Max interrupted.

“Omg shut up. I already said she was an attention seeking bitch.” Violet said looking back at Max to see if he was alright with her saying bitch, Max gave her a look of approval.

“I know you did, b-but i still dont get why i could have a cursh on her when she was this kind of person all along..” She tried holding back herself from tearing up again.

“You didnt know sweetheart, its not your fault.” Max said and gave her another hug.

“Look tomorrow you’re gonna go over to her with confidence and tell her to fuck off ok?” Violet said and looked at the other people shaking their heads.

“No thats just being imature Violet, let her ignore her if she wants to, maybe its just better to forget the whole situation.” Max said, but Trixie didnt really listen anymore, she as tired from crying the whole night and wanted nothing more than to forget this day and most of all, forget Katya.

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