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squill79 · 5 months
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The Gay Kid
None of the other kids like me. They always make fun of me for being gay. I’m sure there are other gay kids in my school, but I’m THE gay kid. The only one who’s actually out. My name is Hunter, but most of the other kids refer to me with one of their endless supply of homophobic slurs. I thought by now we’d be over this, gay people exist, who cares? Guess my school still lives in the stone age. I haven’t told any school faculty. I don’t want them telling my parents. Plus, I’ve kinda gotten used to it by now. It’s more annoying than anything else. This morning I went to get my Spanish books. There was a penis drawing in my locker again. Hilarious. Suddenly, I felt something hit the back of my neck. “Ow!”, I yelled. I turned around and saw none other than Brandon Wallace. Brandon used to be my friend, or at least I thought he was. I thought I could trust him. He’s the only person I ever told I was gay, and he spread it around quicker than I could blink.  
“What’s up, hada?” He said to me.  
“What?” 
“Hada, that’s Spanish for fairy.” 
“Oh, did you look that up because you were thinking about me?” 
“Pfft, you wish, queer.” 
Brandon’s such a jackass. He has this obnoxious clique of annoying straight guys. Well, them and his girlfriend, he’s the only one to actually have one. She’s just as much of a bimbo as he is, laughing along with his squad about his “sick burns”.  
“You’re so funny, babe!”, she always says that. 
“Funny enough to take to the winter dance?”, real smooth. 
“Oh babe, of course!”, bleh. They then made out for like... an entire uninterrupted minute. Gross.  
“Get a room!”, I yelled. They ignored me. 
After they finally stopped, Brandon turned over to me and said, “See Hunter, this is what you can’t have!” 
“Why would I want that?”, I asked. He couldn’t answer since they went back to making out. 
I eventually got to Spanish class. I sit in the front row of the class. I don’t like being in the middle of all the other kids. “Hola class.”, my teacher, Professor Stevenson said as class began. “We have a new estudiante today!”, a kid in the back got up and walked to the front of the class. “¿Cómo te llamas?” 
“M-me llama Tyler.”, he responded. He seemed nervous. He was shaking and had a bit of a stutter. Kinda felt bad for him. Must be tough being a new kid, especially in senior year. “I’m uh... eighteen y-years old and I umm... w-well I just wanna learn.”, how inspired.  
“Well that’s great, Tyler. Muy bien.”, Professor Stevenson said as Tyler went back to his desk. He proceeded to teach the class as normal. 
I bumped into someone when exiting class that day. “Oops, I-I'm sorry.”, he said.  
“It’s no big deal.”, I replied. I then realized that the person I bumped into was Tyler. 
“Oh, it’s you from S-spanish class!” 
“My name is Hunter.” 
‘Right... you’re uh...” 
“Hunter.” 
“The gay kid?" 
“That’s what they call me.” 
“I umm... I know you d-don’t know me and that I’m new but uh... w-would you want to go to the winter dance with me? I... I’m sorry I sh-shouldn’t have asked. It’s just that all the other kids kept telling me that you’re gay and I-” 
I pondered his question as he kept on rambling. He’s a little awkward and I don’t really know him all too well, but he’s kinda cute. Plus, there are barely any other queer kids in my school, so my options are kinda limited. “Sure.”, I answered him. “Why not?” 
“Oh... oh w-wow thanks. Ok umm... we can m-meet here outside the school. Sorry I can’t pick you up, I don’t have a car.” 
“No worries, I don’t either. I’ll see you this Saturday.” 
“Yeah I-I’ll see you then.”, he said as he awkwardly skuttled away. For the first time in a while, I was actually a little excited for something.  
Saturday night, my parents were helping me get ready for the dance. “You look so good, sweetie!”, my mom told me. “This girl is gonna be so happy to see you, what’s her name again?”  
“It’s... Taylor. And thank you.” 
“Are you sure we don’t need to pick her up? Does she have a ride?”, my dad asked. 
“She has a ride, but thanks dad.” 
“Alright, good luck tonight, champ. Remember to be polite to her... but also be yourself.” 
“I don’t think I can be both of those things at the same time.” Both of my parents chuckled. 
“Make sure to call if you need anything.”, my mom told me. 
“I will, thanks mom.”  
My parents left the room so I could finish preparing. I walked downstairs to go to the bathroom when I overheard a conversation between them. “I’m so glad he finally has someone to go to a dance with.”, my mom said. “He’s such an outcast, I was worried he’d never find a girlfriend.” 
“Well, it must be hard for him.”, my dad replied. “He’s not interested in sports like most of the other boys probably are. He’s into books and anime and whatever. It’s hard for a boy like him to find the right crowd.” Gee thanks you guys. It’s great knowing that me having a “girlfriend” is so important to them. 
My dad drops me off at the school. I arrived before Tyler, so I had to wait outside for a few minutes for him to show up. He eventually arrives wearing a T shirt with sweatpants. And to think I dressed up in a fancy suit just for him. I didn’t tell him this though. Like my parents said, I didn’t want to be rude. “S-sorry I’m late.”, he said as he walked up to me. 
“No worries.”, I told him. We walked inside and I instantly felt butterflies in my stomach. Not really because of Tyler, at least not him specifically. This is the first time I’ve been seen with another guy in a semi-romantic setting. “I hope nobody stares at us.”, I said to Tyler. I was already bullied for being gay, I didn’t want it to get any worse. 
“Oh... I’m sure it won’t be that bad.”, Tyler replied. Odd that he didn’t seem so nervous about that. I guess it must be easier when you’re not the only one. It is nice to be hanging with another gay kid. I’ve been getting sick and tired of being surrounded by a bunch of heteros.  
We enter the cafeteria where the dance takes place. Me and Tyler walk in holding hands. I caught a couple of people giving us awkward looks but it wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been. “Let’s get some snacks and then we can dance.”, I told Tyler. 
“Sure... l-let's do that.” 
We both ate for a few and drank some punch. We didn’t really talk much in that time. A few kids walked past us whispering homophobic slurs. Nothing I’d never heard before, I just ignored them. After a little while I asked Tyler if he wanted to dance. “Let me ju-just go to the bathroom first.”, he answered. I waited about a minute for him to come back. 
“You ready now?”, I asked when he got back.  
“Y-yeah, I am.”, he responded.  
We began to slow dance to a soft romantic song. It was nice, actually. He’s not a bad dancer. We swayed for a few minutes. Eventually, however, I saw Brandon and his dumb clique behind Tyler. They were staring at us and laughing menacingly. I really didn’t feel like dealing with them. “Hey Tyler, we should lea-” Before I could finish my sentence, Tyler shoved be into the punch bowl. I was soaking wet and the juice got in my eyes. I eventually opened them to find everyone in the room staring at me, with Brandon and his gang front and center, along with Tyler. “What the hell?” 
“D-did I do good?”, Tyler asked Brandon.  
“You did great man, that was hilarious.”, Brandon answered. He then turned and pointed to me. “That’s what you get for being mildly snarky to me!” 
I looked at Tyler with contempt. “Why? Why would you do that?”  
“H-hey, I just wanted to get in with the c-cool kids. It’s nothing personal.” 
“You don’t have to be nice to him, Tyler.”, Brandon said to him. “Queers like him are always emotional.”  
I stood up and punched him right in the face, much to everyone’s surprise. “Queers like me will always bring more to this world than jackasses like you. You may have your little gang following you around and worshipping you now, but once high school is over, you’ll be nobody. Your existence will be a blip in all of our lives, best case scenario. So have fun with that.” I then left the room. He didn’t say anything, I think he was still in shock from me punching him. I went outside and called my dad to ask him to pick me up.  
“Everything alright?”, he asked. I think he could tell by my voice that it didn’t turn out well. 
“Yeah... I’m fine dad.” 
“Did she break your heart, son?” 
I began to answer. “She-”, I then paused for a moment. “He broke my heart, dad.” 
“He?” 
“Yeah... I’m sorry I never told you I was jus-” 
“It’s alright son, it really is.” 
“Yeah?” 
“Yeah. It’s ok.”  
I shed a tear as I looked up to the night sky. “Thanks dad.” 
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ilovekazuhaa · 2 years
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hey could i request julieta and/or pepa comforting their child R during their first period? i think it would be rly sweet, only if ur comfortable tho :)
Julieta and Pepa comforting their child during their first period!
YES!!!! this is so cute and wholesome i hope you like this :D obviously these hcs will have a female reader. i’ve been so excited to write this since i got this request i could just imagine how cute their reactions would be🥺
Julieta Madrigal
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The only thing on this woman’s mind was helping you get through this. She knew that it was scary for you, and she wanted to care for you as much as she could.
When the accident happened, it was during breakfast. She dropped everything and ran to the bathroom to calm you down.
“Dios mio, are you okay?” your mother said as she knocked on the door softly. She waited outside patiently until you were ready to let her in.
She saw how embarrassed you felt and how much it freaked you out. She spoke to you very calmly because she didn’t want to scare you or anything.
“You’re a woman now mija, I’m so proud of you” she said as she took your hands and gave them a light squeeze.
She also gave you the choice to tell people if you wanted to. On top of that, she cleaned your stained clothes herself and reassured you that it was alright and that no one would know if you didn’t want them to.
She explained to you that it was a normal thing and that this was going to change your life for the better, even if it didn’t seem that way right now.
If you had any questions, she’d answer it without a second thought. If you were confused, she’d explain.
She also explained how to insert tampons and how to use pads. She gave you the choice to use whatever you wanted but she recommended pads, explaining they were the easiest thing to start with.
“Look Y/N, I’ll be putting pads/tampons under the cabinet for when you need them. I’ll also be carrying extra in my apron.”
She noticed that you were feeling more scared and nervous than usual, so she made you all do your favorite foods for dinner.
Seeing you relax at the smell of your favorite foods made her feel like all her hard work had paid off. That smile of yours kept her going.
She also brought you a heating pad for your cramps along with some medicine she created to help with nausea.
If you said you wanted space, Julieta respected that. She didn’t want you to feel stressed or confined.
Her mother’s instinct didn’t allow her to stop thinking about you though. She’d ask Mirabel or Agustin to go check on you if she was too busy to do it herself.
If she had the opportunity though, she went for it.
“Hola mi amor… I wanted to come check on you to see if you were doing alright. Is there anything you want or need? I’ll get it for you.”
Every time she’d come in your room to check on you, she would sit at the edge of your bed and hold your hand, telling you how scared she was of you growing up so fast.
This always lifted your mood. It made you feel all warm inside and forget all the fear you previously had.
Without fail, she’d always conclude her visits with “Ay te amo cosa linda!” as she gave you a kiss on the forehead and tip toed out of your room.
The woman also made a mental note of how long your cycle lasted. She wanted to be prepared for it every time.
Another thing to be added to her list of things to remember. But she was more than happy to be doing it for you.
Also, she didn’t pressure you to talk about it or anything. If you spoke about it she would listen, if you didn’t wanna talk about it at all that was okay too.
If you were moody and snapped at her, Julieta would never get mad at you for it and tried not to take it personal. Still, sometimes it hurt her feelings a little too much but she never told anyone about it.
When you came back, apologizing for your behavior, she tried not to tear up and squeeze you out of love. Seriously, she was such a softie.
“It’s okay mi amor. I’m here if you ever wanna talk.”
You thanked her over and over for being so supportive, it made her really happy.
“Of course mi vida. It’s what mothers do” she told you, pulling you in for a warm embrace.
Pepa Madrigal
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The second Pepa heard your screams from the bathroom, she ran over as fast as she could.
“Mi amorcito is everything okay? Please open the door” the woman said as she shook the doorknob gently.
When she finally saw what happened, she tried her best to calm you down by bringing you in for a tight hug.
“Look at you, all grown up already.”
Explaining that getting periods were a normal thing and that you knew this, she said that there was no need to feel ashamed for it or avoid talking about it.
Pepa sat down next to you in the bathroom for as long as you needed. If you were crying, laughing, shocked, or confused, it didn’t matter. She would stick by you through all of it.
She also waited outside the door nervously as you tried to use any of the supplies she gave you yourself.
If she was being honest, she was more scared about this than you were. Your mother continued to pace back and forth and she stroked her braid over and over.
You had grown up being taught about periods, so you knew why they happened and the things that came along with it, so there was no need to ask any questions. Or so you thought.
“Where the hell does this go?!” you said.
“Mi bebe, I don’t know what ‘this’ is! What color is it?”
“Blue? Purple? Pink? I don’t know mami!”
“What do you mean you don’t know Y/N! It’s a color!”
She offered to wash your clothes herself as well, teaching you how to effectively remove the stain so you could do it yourself from now on.
She also made sure that you two were completely isolated while she helped you, not wanting you to feel embarrassed if someone saw what you were doing.
That same day, she went out and bought all the different things people use for periods like tampons, pads, diva cups, sponges, etc.
Pepa came home and showed them all to you, explaining what each of them do. Your mother wanted to let you choose whatever you thought was best.
When you saw the strange applicator for the tampon, or the wings on the pads, you got really confused. Your mother was so patient and walked you through everything.
If you didn’t want anyone bothering you, your mother respected that but she just couldn’t make herself leave you alone completely but she tried her best to.
“Dolores, can you hear if Y/N is okay? I just don’t want them to think they can’t ask me for help.”
She encouraged you to keep track of your cycle in a notebook and list all of your symptoms so that your thoughts would be organized.
Every few hours, Pepa would knock on your room door and open it softly. She’d give you mini updates about what was happening in town and gossip she heard from Dolores as she brought you little “gifts”.
“I brought you some tissues, medicine, and toiletries… Oh! and I also got Juli to make you some food and I have someone delivering your favorite snacks soon too!”
It made you laugh when you saw your mother acting like this. She was really thinking about you a lot and wanted to make sure you were well.
“Also, let me know if you want to relax, I can get a bath running for you.”
Whenever she concluded her visits, she’d leave a slobber filled kiss on your cheek and her curly bangs tickled your ear.
Honestly, your mother tried to not make it a big deal, but she just couldn’t help it. You were growing up!
After your cycle was over, Pepa threw you a “period party” which consisted of more snacks as gifts and a vanilla cake decorated in red frosting. She thought she was genius for coming up with this.
“You do know I’m never letting you live this down right. I’m so gonna tell your future kids about this moment” your mother joked, wrapping her arm around you.
You laughed in response “Unfortunately, I do know. Don’t embarrass me too much, okay mama?” you said as you leaned your head on her shoulder.
“I wouldn’t dream of it, mi bebe.”
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mermaid--bride · 1 year
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Diabolik Lovers || Dark Waters - Maria Maniac Route [Maniac Prologue]
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WARNING: This chapter contains insinuations of rape and death threat! If you're sensitive to such subjects, do not read it. Proceed at your own risk.
Monologue
I've always dreamed of meeting that special someone
Someone who would care for me and support me
An unending love, greater than any emotions
I questioned that dream for the first time when I saw mom in love with another man
She told me she didn't love dad anymore
And it was like having my world crash before my eyes
--Scene starts at the balcony in the Sakamaki manor
*phone rings*
(The following conversation happens in portuguese)
Maria: Hello?
Letícia: Hello? We haven't talked in a month and that's how you take my call!?
... Let!? What are you doing? Didn't dad say you two weren't supposed to call me?
Letícia: I know, but I miss you so much!
Dad is showering right now, so he doesn't know who I'm calling!
Maria: Let...
Leticia: Come on... How have you been? Hows the house you're staying in? Tell me everything!
Maria: Haah... Well... It's nice...
(I can't tell her I'm living with a bunch of vampires who could kill me at any second...)
The house is really big! It's seriously a mansion and it's beautiful! It even has an indoors pool and a big rose garden with a beautiful fountain!
Letícia: Seriously!? Why would they send you to such a fancy place?
Maria: I don't know, but I ain't complaining.
How's everyone over there?
Letícia: We're all fine. Mom's been calling dad again, but other than that everything is normal.
I think dad has finished his shower...
Maria: Then you should hang up. Also, please Let, don't call me again. I know you miss me and I miss you too! A lot! But it'll be troublesome if you're caught breaking the contract rules.
Letícia: Ok...
Maria: I love you, baby.
Letícia: Love you too...
*hang up*
Maria: ... ... ...
Haah... ... ... I wanna go home...
Laito: But this is your home now, Slut-chan~
Maria: ...!!!
Laito: You know... you shouldn't be like that to your poor little sister~ She misses you so much after all~ Fufu
Maria: Eh... ...? You understood that!?
Laito: Every single word~
Maria: How...? Since when do you speak portuguese!?
Laito: Speaking is a bit of a stretch. I simply learned enough so I could understand what you say, you know~?
Maria: ... To understand me...?
Laito: Of course! You have picked my interest after all!
I made sure to search everything about you~
Maria: ... ... That is very scary...
Laito: Nfufu Is it though? Isn’t normal wanting to know more about someone~?
Maria: Yeah, but you should learn those through conversations, not by stalking them!
(Though he did just learn a language in a month just because of me... That's impressive...)
Laito: There is one thing bothering me though, Slut-chan~
Maria: What...?
(He's getting too close...)
Laito: What were you doing with that man in the garden, mm~?
Is my little Slut-chan doing naughty things behind my back~?
Maria: What- No!!
Laito: Don’t lie. You love the idea of two men fighting over your attention, don’t you~?
Maria: No! I mean, the idea sounds g-good, but in practice that’s terrible!
(What am I saying!?)
Laito: Oh? So you confess it after all~
I like that honesty~
Maria: Listen, I have nothing with that man and the last thing I need in this world is two men fighting over me!
Laito: Whatever you say~
*ruffle*
Maria: O-Oi! What are you doing!?
Laito: "Eu te amo, baby"¹~
That was so sexy~ Nfu I would love to hear you say that for me~
Maria: Wh-What? Why would I do that!? I don't love you!
Laito: I can easily fix that~
Maria: O-Oi! Don't touch me!
Laito: Resist me all you want~ It only steers me up more~
Maria: Get lost!
... AH!!
(Oh my God... I nearly fell off the balcony!)
Laito: Fufufu How cute of you to grip onto me like that~
Maria: ...!
Oi! Stop!! D-don't take advantage of the situation!
Laito: Why wouldn't I~?
You have nowhere to go. If you let go of me you fall, which leaves you completely at my disposal~
It sounds exciting doesn't it~?
Maria: NO!!
Laito: You say that and yet your scent has suddenly become sweeter~
Maria: Laito-... Stop!!
Oi! Let go of me!!
Laito: Do you want me to just drop you off?
Maria: ...!
Laito: If you don't, you better shut up already and do as I say.
Maria: ... ... ...
(What... His tone suddenly changed... How...)
Laito: ... Fufufu... That shocked expression... It looks so good on you~
Makes it almost impossible to resist~
*smooch*
Maria: !!
(No... No, no, no, don't kiss me!!
Laito: Mm... Nfu... Mmm...
Maria: ... Ah... ...
(I hate this... If I resist he's going to kill me... But I don't want him... At this rate he'll...)
Laito: Delicious... Slut-chan~
Give me more~ Let out your voice for me~
I will make sure you forget all about him~
Maria: You’re creating things...
Laito: Am I though~? I saw the way he looked at you, filled with desire~
It’s thrilling, isn't it~? Having the king of vampires flirt with you~? Doesn't even look like he had three other wives, does it~? Fufufu
Maria: (Three wives...?)
Laito: Now be a good girl and give yourself to me~
Make me the only thing living in your mind and heart~
I will not hand you over to anyone else..., Slut-chan~
Monologue
Laito-kun assumed I was interested in Karlheinz...
While he did give me the chance to live my dream, I had never seen him in such way.
I couldn't correct the misunderstanding though. Laito's kisses were toxic. Almost desperate.
He wouldn't let me speak if I tried.
So in the end... with no other choice to grip on... I let him have his way with me.
--End of Maniac Prologue
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midknight-hour · 3 years
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I haven’t even seen the episode yet but I saw gifs and Sam looks SO GOOD!!!! He just looks so goddamn cool. I love it. This is already the highlight of my week. He!!! deserves this so much!!!!!!
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mothdruid · 2 years
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behave. 
pairing: Dympna Devers x Female!Reader
summary: A job had gone wrong earlier, putting Dympna in a bad mood. Later when the two of you go out to the club, you flirt with another person. Dympna gets jealous and pulls you into the bathroom for a rough romp. 
wc: 1.5k
warnings: 18+, smut, minors dni, cream pure, fingering, vaginal sex, rough sex
a/n: this is my first time writing a full fic for Dympna! gonna tag @waspswidows​ and @siempre-bucky​ cause they helped me a lot with this
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The thrum of the music coursed through your body, feeling it deep in your chest. You leaned against the bar while a man spoke to you. Showers of compliments came from the man, but it was all a show. You didn’t really care about what he thought, there was only one thing on your mind. You looked back across the bar, locking eyes with the one you wanted the attention of. 
Dympna. 
The man had been ignoring you all night, too caught up in trying to forget about a job gone wrong earlier. The lights of the club added a red hue to his blonde hair, but his blue eyes stayed the same. He was watching you, making sure you didn’t do anything too out of hand. But that was what you wanted. 
“Ya hear me?” The other man asked. 
“Yea, sorry. I just got caught up in my thoughts.” 
“Thoughts? How about we go somewhere, maybe I can clear them for you?”
You smiled fakely and tossed your head back, rolling it to the side to catch Dympna’s stare one last time. You winked at him before turning back to the man. Carefully running your hand down his arm.
“I’d like that.” You heard a little bit of noise behind you, signaling you were getting just what you wanted. The man’s attention pulled away from you as you heard Dympna stroll up. Dympna’s hand grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand away from the man’s arm. 
“Te’ fuck you doin’?”
Dympna was fuming when he had finally reached you. “Getting your fuckin’ attention.” You bit back at him. Dympna smiled wickedly when he heard your words. He cocked his head to the side as he watched you a bit longer. He started pulling you away from the bar, the both of you forgetting about the other man at the bar. You could feel excitement flowing through your veins as Dympna’s grip didn’t let up. 
Dympna pushed through the door to the bathroom. Your back collided with the wall of the bathroom as soon as the door was closed. “This what ya wanted?” Dympna pressed you hard into the wall, his forearm pressing into your collarbones and shoulders. All you could do was flash a smile, wanting to provoke him more. 
It wasn’t often when Dympna was like this, but you couldn’t help but love when he got like this. The seriousness in his facial features, the way he would manhandle you. It made your cunt quiver. You went to squeeze your thighs together but Dympna shoved his thigh between them. “I’m not gonna be nice.”
The words were a threat, telling you to behave for him. His hands moved up to your face, holding you in place. You looked into his blue eyes, craving for him to crash your lips together. One of his hands moved to the side of your neck. “You gonna behave now?” You nodded as he smashed his lips into yours. 
Teeth clashed as he pressed himself against you, the feeling of his hardening cock becoming more apparent. His lips felt like fire against yours, hot and suffocating. The hand at the back of your neck tightened, making you push into the kiss even more. His tongue forced its way into your mouth, dominating the inside of your mouth quickly.
The hand on your face moved down to your hip, pulling you impossibly close. Both of your hips fell into a rhythm, rolling and moving in harmony. The thrum of the music was more distant as the two of you continued. His hand moved from your neck to your chest, groping at your breasts. The thought of being caught flashed pushed to the front of your mind. 
“D… the door..” Dympna smiled against your neck as he listened to you. 
“Little change of attitude huh?” Dympna glanced over at the door while he pressed his thigh up into your core. 
“No, I jus-” Dympna cut you off with his lips. The hand on your hip snaked around to the small of your back. He pulled back from you and pushed you towards one of the stalls. You stumbled into the stall as Dympna pulled the door shut, locking it before turning around. 
“There, better?” 
You pulled Dympna into you, whining once his lips connected with your again. He pushed you against the wall in the stall, thigh reconnecting with your core. Dympna’s hands connected with your hips, rocking them against his thigh as his lips battled with yours. The two of you stayed like that for a moment, his thigh and your hips rocking while your tongues swirled. You pulled back from Dympna, gripping the front of his button down.
“Dympna, I need more.” You whined. 
“More?” Dympna snaked a hand to the front of your pants, rubbing hard against your core. His hand stopped to unbutton your pants, snaking down the front of your pants right after. His fingers moved between your folds, finding your clit immediately. Dympna let out a snicker as he noticed how wet you were. He brought his hand up to your face, resting on your cheek. 
“Look at me.” 
You brought your gaze to Dympna’s, moaning while he rubbed circles on your clit. Your orgasm was approaching and that’s why Dympna wanted you to look at him. Dympna had a thing for watching your face while you came. It was one of his favorite things about you, the way your face contorted while he was giving you so much pleasure. 
His breath was hot on your face as he watched you. The door to the bathroom opened, making you pause, whipping your head to the stall door. Dympna smiled and kept up with his circles on your clit. Your hands moved to the wrist connected to the hand in your pants. Your eyes stared into his own as you silently begged for him to let up. “What? Don’t wanna be caught?”
You leaned against him as your orgasm rippled through you, your hips shaking in his hand. Dympna groaned as he watched you fall apart on his fingers. The both of you heard the bathroom door open again. Dympna nipped at the nape of your neck while he pulled his hand from your pants. “Turn around, I have ta’ fuck ya now.” 
Dympna’s hands grabbed your hips and flipped you around, your front being pushed against the wall. Dympna put a hand on the wall near your face, the other gripping your hip. He rubbed his crotch into your ass, watching as your back arched and pushed back into him. “Fuck, you’re so fuckin’ dirty tonight.”
“All for you D. Only for you Dympna.”
“It’s Mr. Devers.”
Dympna leaned forward and nipped at your neck. He grabbed the waistband of your pants and panties, pushing them down around your knees. The sound of Dympna’s belt being undone filled the air. Dympna pulled his cock out, slapping it lightly against your ass a little bit. “Please Mr. Devers.” 
“Don’ worry, I got ya’ babe.” Dympna lined up with you and pressed inside of you. You moaned at the feeling of him stretching you open. He bottomed out inside of you, stilling while his hand came up to your shoulder. “You’re so fuckin’ warm.” Dympna pulled out slowly before pressing back into you. You arched your back as the head of his cock ran over the sensitive spot inside of you. 
“Fuck, right there.” You moaned as his hips snapped forward, a brutal pace being set. His breath was hot on the shell of your ear, his moans and groans filling your brain. You arch your back and lean back into Dympna, his hand tightening on your shoulder. He looked down to watch your plump ass bounce against his groin. His other hand kneaded at your ass while the hand on your shoulder shifted to your neck. 
His grip on your neck tightened as he pulled you back, making your back arch harder. “So fuckin’ filthy for me.” His thrusts became more and more messy as the both of your orgasms approached. Fire lit across your skin as your orgams took over. Your cunt clenched around Dympna’s cock, your muscles holding him like a vice grip. Dympna moaned and thrusted into you one last time before spilling his cum inside of you. He rolled his head against your shoulder, arms wrapping around your midsection and pulling your back into his chest. 
“Don’t do that again.” He whispered while kissing your shoulder. Dympna pulled out of you, the both of you moaning at the loss of contact. Dympna tucked himself back in his pants then quickly grabbed some toilet paper, holding it to your entrance while his cum slowly leaked out of you. Once almost all of it was on the toilet paper he tossed it in the toilet, flushing it down. You pulled your pants up and pressed a kiss to the cross tattoo near his eye. 
“Let’s get goin’.” Dympna smiled as he unlocked the stall door ushering you out to the club. Instead of returning to the bar the two of you left, heading off to his car. The rest of the night you two stayed in the back of his car by the seaside.
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Can I ask how you adapt your previously made ocs into other games? And what makes you know they're the right fit for a game? Does the lore line up with the OCs original lore enough or is it just cause you like the idea of that particular OC in that situation? Ex. Being like Morowa being adapted to DAI
Generally speaking, I ask myself similar questions to what you've asked me here. (How can I transfer this character from one universe to another and try to keep as much of that character consistent between worlds? What do these new circumstances/worlds tell me about this character? What remains? And is what remains a core part of who they are? Is my character fundamentally changed? What informs that change?) I find the process of figuring out those answers a really fun exercise. I know when a character is the right fit for a game when all the puzzle pieces look like they're coming together or, at the very least, provide me some entertainment in the attempt.
Proper answers to each of your questions under the cut.
Can I ask how you adapt your previously made ocs into other games?
It's pretty simple: I open up a new game I’m playing, I go to create a character, and I pick a pre-existing character of mine that I... miss? Have been thinking about a lot? Think would be easy to create in the character creator? It’s entirely whimsical.
Sometimes that whim pays off, sometimes it doesn’t. I recreated Brii in Guild Wars 2 and that didn’t work for me. I recreated Morowa, an original original character, in Oblivion and that didn’t work for me. When recreating a character doesn’t work, I drop what I don’t like and keep what I do. Morowa’s TES identity as a Redguard went on to shape how I imagined Morowa’s character in DAI, Brii’s experience as a plant-person in GW2 did not.
For Baldur’s Gate, I knew I wanted to play a wizard because magic users are my weakness. I had also just finished a D&D campaign with my friends where I played a skeletal butler with a top hat named Barnaby. (Shout out to Marty if you’re still on Tumblr because I still love and remember your skeletal butler & wizard duo! ; V ;) I wanted more skeleton butlers and that made me think of Divinity Original Sin, my necromancer Roisia, and her undead friends and summons. I had given more thought to her backstory for DOS than I had to her Source Hunter companion Eustace (who I set as an AI while playing) and I knew that you can pursue the School of Necromancy in D&D, so Roisia seemed like a natural choice. I was right and I’m having a blast playing her character in-game.
And what makes you know they're the right fit for a game?
For me, it’s just a matter of everything clicking and I can tell when things are clicking because I’m enjoying myself. Part of the reason Brii didn’t work as a Sylvari in GW2 was because I wasn’t having fun playing that MMO. Part of the reason Morowa worked was because I had fun playing a hero who kept throwing off everyone else’s expectations (wasn’t a dutiful Andrastian, didn’t give a fuck about the Templars despite being from a Templar family, didn’t give a fuck about the nobility despite being one of them, befriended the oddest of people, that sort of thing).
Morowa’s recreation as my Inquisitor was also part of the reason I enjoyed thinking about Bree in DAI so much: Bree wasn’t the main character any more! I really got a kick out of thinking about her as a supporting character while Morowa--the main character, the true protagonist--is off kicking dragons in the teeth. I know I’m in a good place when I’m just so excited to explore the world, tweak my character’s backstory to make it fit for this new universe, and I just can’t stop thinking about all the different scenarios they could get themselves into and how they might react in this new world.
Does the lore line up with the OCs original lore enough or is it just cause you like the idea of that particular OC in that situation? Ex. Being like Morowa being adapted to DAI
Six of one, half dozen of the other. When I wanted to recreate Briisebrom in Dragon Age: Origins, it was great that magic users weren’t trusted in Ferelden. That character in Skyrim was already accustomed to being a magic-user in a land where magic was distrusted and feared. It made recreating her as Bree so easy. But there were ways that character fundamentally changed between worlds: Briisebrom in TES doesn’t give a fig about religion, Bree Amell in DAO is pretty zealous about her Andrastianism. I can justify the change because their circumstances changed: Brii’s family wasn’t terribly religious to begin with whereas Bree grew up surrounded by devout Andrastians and with Andrastianism as a core component of her upbringing. So I don’t try to be too rigid when it comes to lore. The character as she is between universes doesn’t have to be identical, only identifiable.
With Morowa, I just liked her as the Inquisitor more than I liked her as the Champion of Cyrodiil. The vigilante fuck-it-I-guess-I’ll-have-to-do-this-myself-and-then-burn-it-all-down-when-I-succeed feel to the overall narrative suited Morowa’s personality well.
TL;DR: I really don’t have a formal process or standard procedure--normally it’s just a lot of trying new things and failing. I go entirely off of what I want in that moment of starting a game and I genuinely have no idea when I’m starting a game if this or that old character of mine will work. All I know is that it’s a lot of fun when it does and I feel like I have a more solid grasp of my characters the more worlds they inhabit. 
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//TW for: manipulation, panic attacks
/roleplay! this all takes place on the dream smp, and is all fiction.
“You know what this prison is for, Tubbo?”
Dreams cold, unnerving mask was faced towards the directed boy. Tubbo shook his head.
“It was designed to keep someone very...capable, from escaping. The best prison in the server, I could say.” Dreams head cocked to the side ever so slightly. Tubbo gulped. “But it seems like the one person I planned on using this prison for has had a change of heart. He works with me, now. And I doubt he’ll go back to you guys any time soon.”
He was calm. Too calm. Tubbo could feel his chest tighten, his tie was too tight, he couldn’t breath- Dream turned away. He stared up at the black stone without emotion.
“So, what should I do?” He muttered. “It’s just taking up space, and I’m sure people will begin to get curious. You know what curiosity does, Tubbo?”
The brunette didn’t respond. He knew the answer. Dream smiled under the porcelain mask.
“It kills, Tubbo. This prison doesn’t just keep capable players from escaping, you know.” Dream turned back to the teen, taking one step closer. Two, maybe, had Tubbo not backed up. “It keeps capable players from getting inside as well.”
Tubbo took a breath, barely one at all, and it hurt. “Why- Why are you...telling me this?” He questioned meekly.
He only wanted a trade. Give Dream anything, absolutely anything, in return for the disc’s. He was alone, traveled outside in the darkest of the night, while his best friend remained asleep in their now shared house. It was dangerous, downright idiotic.
But Tubbo had to try. For Tommy.
Dreams laughter was quiet, but it rang in Tubbo’s head loudly. “He cares about nothing else. Only the disc’s. You know that, right?” Dream hummed out, his relaxed posture almost a taunt in response to Tubbo’s tensing one. “Once he gets all the discs, ‘every conflict will be over’, right?”
Tubbo nodded. Dream sighed.
“So what could I possibly take from the likes of you that could be a sliver worth more than those discs?” Dreams voice was like venom, dripping with thoughts Tubbo was too afraid to try and understand. He gulped again.
“I’m- I’m not sure, really- I- there has to be something-“
“You.”
Tubbo froze. The cold in the air could be fire in comparison to how his body dropped so quickly. “I...what?”
Dream tilted his head. Cold, dead dots stared at him. “He’d try and save you, you know. He’d try and break into the prison. He’d try and get people on his side. No one would help. Tommy would die trying to save you. You know that?”
Quite honestly, no, Tubbo didn’t know that. Tommy said it himself, the discs were more important.
“Say I give him the discs. He cheers, he thinks he’s won, and he looks for you to celebrate. But you’re gone. So he comes looking for me, demanding answers, throwing a temper tantrum when I don’t answer. Say, somehow, he figured that you’re in the prison, and he thinks he can save you. But he dies to the defenses.” Dream put a finger to the chin end of his mask, almost as if he were continolating.
As if Dream didn’t already have the answers.
“He can’t have both, Tubbo. All the discs and the one person that he can’t let go of. If he were given this scenario, he’d choose you over the discs, because he thinks he can just fight me for them another time. He’ll pretend to be a hero, and play it up in front of you. But he can’t keep both.” Dream tapped the masks. Taunting. “I know what you’d choose. But right now, would you risk his life for this sacrifice?”
He couldn’t breath. He felt himself trembling, searching in his thoughts for any answer. Searching for his voice. He couldn’t speak, he couldn’t breath, he can’t do this it was a bad idea he can’t-
But he had to, a voice told him. His voice.
“Te-Tell him- Tell him I ran. I-I...betrayed him, left him behind. Make him hate me, m-make him think I di-didn’t care- anything, just...don’t let hi-him know, then.” It hurt, getting the words out. But he couldn’t stop. “Just...pl-please. If-If this is what it takes to-to fix things, the-then do it. My life for h-his discs. Just...d-don’t tell him.”
Dream was silent. But it was the loudest thing Tubbo’s heard all night.
Then, he stood up straight, and even behind the mask, Tubbo could practically see the crazed grin on his face. “Interesting. Fuck, this’ll be interesting. Maybe it would be fun. Okay, then it’s a deal.”
Tubbo blinked. Did he hear that right? Dream...agreed?
“But just know, if you even try escaping this prison,” Dream continued, suddenly an inch in front of the boy. Tubbo was instantly engulfed by fear, darkness surrounding his every speck of vision, other than the white mask and cold, cold, dead dots staring at him. “I won’t hesitate killing you and Tommy. Especially Tommy. Do I make myself clear?”
He nodded. Just like that, Tubbo was snapped away. A prisoner. He was cold, lonely, aching- but the thought of Tommy finding his discs on his front doorstep, the happiness and excitement his best friends face would shine with- it was enough to keep Tubbo smiling.
Neither Dream for Tubbo felt the presence that hid in the trees during the conversation. Neither of them knew anyone had been listening.
They didn’t expect anyone to come for Tubbo, though. The stranger must have over heard what Dream said. They must have understood.
The prison was made to keep the captives inside.
It was also made to keep the “heroes” out.
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'Teraz Rock' Interview - english translation
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A well know polish magazine about rock music 'Teraz Rock' (Now Rock) had an interview with Måneskin, and since one of the polish fans on FB shared pictures of the magazine, I decided to translate the interview, because I loved some of the stuff they said there! :D
As always, the whole thing is under read more. ;)
Maneskin is not only ‘Zitti e buoni’ and their winning performance in Rotterdam during the recent finale of Eurovision Song Contest. Italian band fits perfectly into the trend of rock restorers, and at the same time fights with the mental narrowness, prejudices and homophobia. On August 19th they will play In Park Kolibki In Gdynia.
I: You started by playing on the streets of Rome…
V: Unfortunately, there is not a lot of possibilities to debut in Rome. Rome is lacking the appropriate places, there are almost no rock shows. So we couldn’t find a place where we could show ourselves to the people. So we decided to play on the streets to gain the following, the listeners. We did that for good few months. And we had a lot of fun doing that. We think it really helped us, too. Because when you play on the streets, you don’t play for someone who came to listen to you. You need to attract people’s attention. So it was a great lesson on stage skills, to keep the attention. And we played many hours each day, so we also evolved as musicians, as a band.
I: Is it true that you had issues with police? V, D, T, E: Yes, that’s true!! (laugh)
D: It was all because of this old lady, that lived on the first floor, near the place where we used to play. She snitched on us! And sometimes police came and tried to get us to leave.
I: They didn’t arrest you?
D: No, it wasn’t that bad.
V: We were 16 back then. We just went all ‘We swear we won’t do it again!’ (laugh). We hid somewhere for 10 minutes….
D: Went around the block….
V: And played again (laugh).
I: You admited that at first you were shy. How did it happen that you gained so much self-confidence? Do you think one has to be self-confident if they want to show the world that they have something to say in music, in art?
V: It is important, but its more about feeling good with yourself and having fun doing what you do, rather than confronting the world. I think that if you lack confidence, you can’t fully enjoy creating, because you keep thinking ‘What the other will think about it?’. But everyone has to go through this phase. In my opinion, self-confidence is not something you’re born with. Everyone has the moments of hesitation and doubt. I have them too, still. And I think that’s perfectly normal. But you need to learn to appreciate yourself, accept yourself the way you are, because you can’t run away from yourself. We have whole life with ourselves, until the day we die (laugh).
I: Damiano, in one of the interviews you said ‘What we say, can change someone way of thinking’. Do you want to influence your audience? Artist like Chuck Berry or AC/DC just had fun on stage.
D: We also have fun on stage. But now, when we’re well known, we can get to many people, especially young ones. And there’s a chance, that if we say something positive to them, we could help them with their problems, that they can’t fight on their own. For example – like Vic said – we can help them gain more self-confidence and make them feel safer in the world around them. I’ll say this: if as a musician you have something to share with others, do it. But if you just want to have fun playing, that’s OK too.
T: Exactly.
I: Your behaviour on stage is often the reason for homophobic attacks. What would you say to homophobes here in Poland?
V: Fuck them!!!
T: Fuck them!
E: Fuck them, fuck them! (laughing)
D: Maybe not so vulgar.....
T: Fuck them!
D: For sure they should open up more, get rid of prejudices. Make a step forward. Free themselves from the old way of thinking. Let the others live however they want.
I: You debuted in 2017 with EP ‘Chosen’ with two of your own songs and few covers. Even tho you were so young, you already came off as mature musicians with a set style…
V: Thanks, but I don’t think so (laugh).
D: I don’t think we would agree with that.
E: We wouldn’t agree with that, definitely.
V: My bass playing skills definitely left much to be desired.
D: 'Chosen' definitely has its advantages, but… we were still looking for our sound back then. That EP is so much more different than our other albums. But it is a part of our career, our journey, and we don’t regret anything that has to do with it. We had a lot of fun recording it and… its something we did in the past and we’re happy that people loved it.
V: Still love it!
D: Exactly, still love it. Even tho we changed so much since then.
V: The most important and coolest thing about that EP is that even tho we were really young and our skills weren’t as good, you can still hear that we already had charisma and knew what we wanted. And even tho most of the EP consists of known songs, we changed them, played them in our own way, our own style. And that’s really cool because it shows us as a band with their own personality. Of course, now that we listen to that EP, we have lot to complain about…
D: We would do the songs much better.
V: But we like the attitude we already had back then. Even tho we were so young.
E: Our sound really changed since then, but you need to remember that when we we’re recording it, it was already a huge accomplishment for us.
D: That’s true.
I: On ‘Chosen’ Damiano sung in english. On your first album, ‘Il ballo della vita’ from 2018, you had songs in italian as well. Did your songs get more personal because of that?
D: I wouldn’t say that. We started writing songs in italian out of necessity. If you’re an Italian artist and want to reach Italian audience, you need, you have to sing in italian, because not a lot of people speak english there. Now it’s different, we managed to reach international audience, so we can make more songs in english. But we won’t resign from italian, we like to write in italian as well.
I: While recording ‘Il ballo della vita’ you made documentary ‘This Is Maneskin’…
E: They will never forget it! (laugh)
I: You can see there, that during that time you argued a lot.
D: We were young!
I: Did the conflicts threaten your band’s future?
D: No! We were just starting out...
V: Conflicts were inevitable. We were very young and suddenly tabloids were writing about us. And recording an album required a lot of work. And we never experienced that before, we had issues dealing with work in the studio. Because creating and recording together isn’t easy. You need to make many decisions, everyone has their own opinion. Now we’re more mature, we know how to deal with those situations. We can discuss with each other in a constructive way. We were much more childish back then and yeah, we fought sometimes. But even then nothing happened that could threaten our band.
I: ‘Il ballo della vita’ is a concept album of sorts. You have there Marlena, who, like you said, is personification of the concern a lot of you have – that we’re not able to be yourself…
D: The album was supposed to share a message to our fans. We wanted to tell them how important for us is the freedom to be yourself. The ability to love someone, that was chosen by our heart. Freedom to wear the clothes we like. Et cetera, et cetera… We realized that the album would speak to people more, and will be easier to understand, if we gave that idea a name. Of course it’s an idea that we still share to this day, just maybe a bit differently.
I: Your last album, ‘Teatro D’Ira Vol. 1’, you recorded live in studio. Did the way you worked on it was much different from the way you recorded ‘Il ballo della vita’?
D: Oh yeah! It definitely took us less time!
V: Definitely much faster. It was very exciting. We wanted to keep in studio the energy we have when we play concerts, which meant playing together. Which is of course much more difficult than recording separately. But we told to ourselves: let it be, we should at least try. And we loved the result.
D: You know, at first you work on the material in rehearsal room. And you’re full of energy. But then you come into recording studio, where you divide the song into parts, and you loose that power, that magic. So we realized that we should change the way we work, so we could keep the emotions from rehearsals.
I: ‘Teatro D’Ira Vol. 1’ is another concept album. You said its all about the rage, that plays the role of catharsis sometimes. Can you say something more about it?
V: Anger is mostly seen as something negative. And we think that classifying emotions as positive or negative is stupid. Especially in art. When you’re creating, anger can make you give more from yourself, say more. And that’s what our album is about, talking about the world of theatre. We show that something that’s seen as bad, can – especially in the world of art – become something good. And those songs, that are so full of rage, can bring relief to our listeners, which only confirms what I’m trying to say.
I: In the lyrics to 'In nome del padre’ and ‘Vent’anni’ you’re talking about mistakes you made in the past...
D: They are very different tracks, even if they seem to talk about the same topic. Vent’anni is all about our age, because we think it’s a very special moment in your life: you become an adult, but you’re still too young to be considered as such, and they don’t treat you seriously. We wanted to share that with our fans, because maybe they think the same. And In nome del padre is about the battle we had to fight, the mistakes we had to make, to get where we are today. Of course we’re still young, we still make mistakes. But I’m singing about the mistakes from the past, because they made us the way we are today. And I’m saying: don’t be afraid to make mistakes, because they are a part of your journey, your life. What’s important is how you react to those mistakes.
E: It’s not a mistake to make mistakes.
I: The next album, continuation of ‘Teatro D’Ira Vol. 1’ – is it already recorded?
D: No, no.
V: Indeed, our next album will be continuation of ‘Teatro D’Ira Vol. 1’, but we’re still working on it. We don’t want to record it in a hurry, we want to take our time making it.
D: We have a lot of songs already, but we want to have plenty to choose from. We want the album to have the most representative songs, the best ones.
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nagito-kissmaeda · 3 years
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Horny on Main Disease - Komaeda x Reader
Summary: Reader catches a strain of the despair disease that means she says everything she is thinking. Kind of awkward considering all she can think about is how much she wants to jump Komaeda's bones. This is intended to be sort of funny, but i still wrote it pretty seriously, just want to make it clear that i did not half ass the smut. i whole assed it.
Word count: 4444  Contains: fem reader, they/them pronouns, despair disease, explict sexual content, unsafe sex, voyeurism Read on AO3 ミ☆ Please send me a DM or an ask if you’d like me to write something for you!
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It’s not even a particularly hot day, and yet you’re sweating bullets as you walk over to the dining hall like you do every morning. Your legs are wobbly and your head is aching something terrible, you assume that you’ve caught a cold or something , whatever the problem is, it’s going to be a question for Tsumiki when you meet up with her at breakfast.
Kuzuryu is standing out by the pool, pensively staring into the still water. He probably misses Pekoyama, but you’re smart enough to know not to-
“Hey, Kuzuryu! I bet you miss your dead girlfriend, huh?”
He just stares at you, and it takes a good few seconds for you to even realise what you just said out loud. You clap a hand over your mouth, horrified.
“I don’t know why I said that!” You squeak
Kuzuryu doesn’t look...angry? He shakes his head at you and sighs, “you’re acting weird today too, aren’t you?”
“What? Weird? Who’s weird?”
“Owari was here a few minutes ago, bawling her eyes out on the ground.” He crosses his arms and looks away from you, “I think the bear is planning something again.”
You nod sternly, “anyone with tits as big as Owari has nothing to cry about! Something is definitely suspicious.”
Oh god why did you say that??
“Oh god, why did I say that??”
You just keep saying everything you’re thinking!
“I just keep saying everything I’m-“
Kuzuryu grabs you by the wrist and starts tugging you towards the dining hall, “something is definitely fucked up.” He looks down at where his hand is gripping yours, “Jesus Christ, your skin is on fire!”
“Yeah, cause I’m hot !” That was already an embarrassing thing to say, you are horrified when your mouth drops open again to follow it up with, “bow-chicka-wow-wow!”
There is definitely something wrong with you. In general you are the sort of person who takes the time to carefully curate every word that leaves your mouth, the fact that you are just speaking without even thinking about it is bizarre and alarming. The ache in your head is also steadily growing stronger and you’re starting to feel dizzy, maybe you’re just delirious with flu? It doesn't make sense for you to catch the flu on an abandoned island, but weirder things have happened already.
It is at this moment that you realise you have been (only semi-coherently) mumbling your full internal tirade outloud to Kuzuryu, who is now helping you up the stairs to the dining hall. He has very diplomatically, been either ignoring, or at least pretending to ignore everything you have been saying.
“You’re nice. Probably the politest yakuza i’ve ever met.” you pause, “I’ve never met another yakuza, i'm not sure why i said it like that.”
Kuzuryu scoffs and tugs you up at the last step. Deigning to give your comment any sort of response.
As you step up onto the dining hall landing, you freeze. This is dangerous. Your nails are biting into the skin of your palms, and your already warm face feels even hotter. Don't look at him, don't think about him, don't look at him, don't think about him. Kuzuryu is giving you a look, you must be verbalising your own mental gymnastics, but that is less embarrassing than the alternative.
“Don't look at him, don't think about him, don't look at him, don't think-”
You look up, like an idiot . Komaeda is sitting by the window with his chin in his palm, just sort of staring off into the middle distance, not really looking at anything. The morning sun cascades through the window and catches in his hair. It shimmers. Your heart twists and turns in your chest, you have been trying to keep this little fascination of yours under wraps, but he slowly closes his eyes and takes a deep breath in through his nose and-
“He looks like an angel .” You say, and you say it loudly.
All eyes in the room turn to you. Hinata especially is looking at you with his particular brand of exhaustion, that says this is not the first weird thing he has heard today. You scramble, trying desperately to think about anything other than Komaeda, to stop yourself from saying anything stupid. In your desperation, what you say is: “Yes hello! I was talking about anyone in this room apart from Komaeda. Please do not be confused, it was not Komaeda. I want to make it crystal clear that i am NOT attracted to Nagito Komaeda. This is a very convincing lie and you all believe me!”
Mioda straightens her spine and salutes you, “Roger! You are not attracted to Komaeda, I believe you!”
Your sweating even more now, it’s getting hard to breathe, “Forget I said anything!”
Mioda salutes again, “Consider it forgotten!”
“What is happening?! ” Hinata exclaims, gesturing wildly to you, Mioda, and Owari who you suddenly notice is leaning against the far wall and sobbing, “This is not normal!”
Your eyes slip to Komaeda again. He is looking at you and he is blushing-
“He looks so...cute…” You whisper, and Hinata yelps.
“Why are you all being so weird???? ”
Monokuma takes that as his cue to finally show up. Waltzing on into the dining hall like he owns the place, clearly buzzing with excitement, “A good question!” He says, clamoring up onto a vacant chair and holding a paw in front of his face to hide his laughter, “ Oooh , this is my best motive yet! Looks like three members of the class have come down with a bad case of the despair disease!”
“D-Despair Disease?” Tsumiki contributes, nervously playing with her hands, “I’ve never heard of such a thing!”
“Yeah, well. It’s pretty self explanatory!” Monokuma says, “The main symptom is high fever, along with some other fun despair related effects! It’s a bit of a mixed bag though and no two cases are the same! For example, Moida is suffering from the Gullible Disease...Owari has the Cowards Disease.” Then, Monokuma points his stubby little paw in your direction, “And you have the No Filter Disease. You just say whatever you’re thinking! It’s been lots of fun so far, upupupupu~”
“Oh, does that mean all those things they were just saying about Komaeda were the truth?” Sonia says. Her brows draw together, and she taps her lips with a finger, “How interesting.”
“It’s not my fault he’s gorgeous!” the words escape you before you have a chance to stop them. You squeal and clap a hand over your mouth before you start talking again. Komaeda is now bright red to the tips of his ears.
“That was true? GROSS!” Saionji exclaims.
You glare at Monokuma, “If you wouldn't kill me for doing it, I'd rip out all your stuffing right now.”
Monokuma withers a little, “Aw~ Is that what you really feel? Here I was thinking we were great friends.”  
“I’ll gut you like a fish.” you pause, “a bear-fish.” another pause, “a fish-bear.” You groan, “UGH, I can’t stop saying stupid things! I’m all sweaty! This sucks !”
Tsumiki steps over to you, her hand is shaking as she brings it up to your forehead.
“Oh…” you breathe, “your hand is cold.”
“S-Sorry! I’m just checking your temperature.”
“You smell like lavender.”
She recoils a little, “It’s j-just my shampoo!!'' Then she shakes her head and turns to the rest of the group, “Monokuma is telling the truth. They’ve got a fever.”
Hinata hurriedly presses his hand against the foreheads of both Owari and Moida, confirming that they’re also burning up, “What do we do, Tsumiki?”
Before she can answer, Monokuma pipes up again, “did I forget to mention? It’s contagious~~”
Saionji squeals and backpedals all the way to the stairs, “Contagious!?”
“Yeah and I'm a conta- genius . Get it?”
Souda gives you an uncomfortable look and scratches the back of his neck, “How much space in your brain is taken up by bad puns?”
You’re feeling really dizzy now, “A lot of it! But usually I don't say any of them!” your knees wobble and you almost fall over, luckily Tsumiki is still close enough to grab you before you topple to the ground, “I am going to kill that goddamn bear .”
“Could-could someone help me?” Tsumiki squeaks, “If i keep holding them up like this we-we’re just both going to fall over.”
You giggle a little, slipping into a semi-delirium as you cling to Tsumiki for dear life. Hinata and the others start working on a plan to keep everyone safe until the illness runs its course, “Hey Tsumiki…” you whisper, “Komaeda’s got real nice hands, huh?” she is too busy trying to keep you upright to answer, “I want him to carry me. Unless I'm too heavy, Tsumiki, am I too heavy?”  
You’re all but draped over Tsumiki now, who is trying in vain to shuffle you over to a nearby wall, when you suddenly hear her sigh in relief, “Oh...Th-Thank you. I’m not very s-strong…”
You manage to flop your head around to face the other direction, lacking the strength to turn your neck properly. Komaeda is looking down at you, it might just be the fever, but you feel like you’re going to burst into flames.
“Aha, I’m sure i'm not much stronger than you, Tsumiki.” He says, gently wrapping his arm around your shoulders and tugging you over to him. You might have moaned, you can't be sure, “But I do have the height advantage.”
The utter tsunami that leaves your mouth is unavoidable. Literally medically unavoidable, but that doesn't stop it from being the most embarrassing moment of your life.
“He’s touching me. He’s touching me…” your head has come to rest on his chest and you are practically hyperventilating, “He smells like chamomile soap and clean laundry...His hands are cold, his shirt is soft...Oh god i'm so sweaty, he probably thinks i'm disgusting! Komaeda, i'm so sorry , this was meant to be a secret!!! I wasn't going to tell you, everyones gonna think I'm weird!” your thoughts are leaving your mouth faster than you can think of them, if Komaeda is reacting to anything you have to say, you don't notice because despite your mouth running a mile a minute you still have an ounce enough of shame and bury your face in his chest to hide from your own words.
The world is spinning, your head feels heavy, everything is so hot , “Your hair is nice, did you know your hair is nice? God, I've wanted to run my fingers through it since day one. This is so fucked up, you almost killed someone! I want to stop talking , i feel like i'm gonna pass out, i'm gonna pass out, i'm gonna pass out. Im gonna…”
***
“I think I passed out.” Is the first thing you say when you wake up. You’re still hot and the back of your neck is sweaty, but you can see that you are now in the hospital, and that you’re wearing a hospital gown.
“Who undressed me?!” You exclaim, disappointed to find that you still can’t help saying everything you think.
At the sound of your voice, the door to your room opens, and Komaeda steps in.
“No! Not you!”
He freezes, withering under your gaze, “Ah, I see. Being greeted by garbage like me in your current state, it must be insulting .”
You feel like an asshole .
“That’s not what I meant! Please don’t go, I never want you to go.”
Komaeda laughs a little, still lurking nervously in the doorway, “You’re confusing me.”
“I don’t want you to hear what I’m thinking. I want you to stay, but all I can think about is how much I want to suck on your collarbone.” You freeze the second you stop talking, a high pitched whine leaving your mouth as you hide your face in your hands, “I’m so sorry! I can’t stop it!”
Stepping further into the room, Komaeda quietly closes the door behind him. Your heart is pounding.
“I’m nervous.” You say.
He tilts his head, walking over to the side of your bed, “I can still leave if I’m making you uncomfortable.”
“No, I’m not uncomfortable.” You shrink under his gaze, “it just, the way you closed the door it makes me feel like you’re planning something, like maybe we’re going to have-“ you manage to cover your mouth before the rest of the sentence escapes. Keeping your hands tight over your lips as all you can think about is his long fingers, his soft hair, his half lidded eyes.
“Are you...still talking behind your hands?”
You nod.
A smile crawls up the side of his face, “are you saying something embarrassing?”
“I wanna stick my tongue in your mouth.” You say, loud enough that even the tight grip of your hands doesn’t muffle it.
Komaeda remains remarkably calm, “You keep saying those things. This disease...means you say whatever you’re thinking, doesn’t it?”
“Yes. It’s driving me crazy, I’m just being such an idiot and I’m probably freaking you out. I’m sorry.”
“No, that’s not it.” He sighs, moving slowly as he sits down on the side of your bed, “Honestly, why would you let such thoughts about scum like me take up so much real estate in your mind?”
“I can’t help it!” You exclaim, “I’ve been trying not to think about it, but I just can’t! I want you so badly. I…..I-“ you hold your breath, you can’t let that last part out, no matter what, you can’t say that last part. You’ll die of suffocation before you let him hear it.
“You...what?” He asks
Oh god. You can’t stop thinking about it. Your lungs are aching, screaming for you to just open your mouth.
“What are you hiding, hm?”
It’s too much. The nerves, your sick and weakened body, him right there . You can’t do it, you can’t stop it, the next time you see Monokuma, you are drop kicking him into the sun.
“I’ve touched myself while thinking about you!”
The words echo off the walls of the room like a gunshot.
For a moment Komaeda just stares at you, but then, his shaky hands reach out and wrap around both of your wrists. His throat bobs.
“Hng. I want to suck on the side of your neck, I want to see you covered in marks from my teeth-“ you try to cover your mouth with your hands again. Komaeda grips your wrists tighter.
“No.” He whispers, trembling, “keep going.”
“ God, your hands are so big. I want to know how deep your fingers would reach inside of me. I bet you’re good at it, I bet you’re really good at it.” He just keeps staring at you, ghostly green eyes blown wide, chest heaving , “Are you turned on? Is this turning you on? Just pin me down and fuck me, do it, do it, do it!”
“How...how often are you thinking about me like this?”
“Oh, all the time.” You freeze, mentally (and therefore also verbally) berating yourself, “Not all the time! Just like, a normal amount. However much that is.” He is still just looking at you, the pad of his thumb slowly brushes across the pulsepoint in your wrist and you shiver, “Yes, yes! I’ve wanted this intimacy with you for so long . I couldn't tell anyone, I couldn't tell you. During the first trial, when you went on your weirdo rant about hope and despair. I was scared, i was so scared, but oh god- ” you can't stop yourself. Every thought in your head is pouring out of your lips. Filling up the room, the mortification is drowning you . All you can do is squeeze your eyes shut to avoid looking at him, “I was wet , Komaeda. I went back to my cabin and came three times to the thought of you, I am reprehensible . What do you think the others would do if they found out, huh? That all i can think about is you fucking me over my trial podium. They’ll tie me up next-”
The bed squeaks, and Komaeda brings his knee up and over your hips.
“-Oh my god. You’re doing it aren't you?”
His other leg comes up on the bed, and he settles, hovering up above you. He shrugs, “I honestly don't understand why this is something you want,” he leans down over you, resting his palms on either side of your head, “but who am I to deny the wishes of an ultimate.”
If not for the warmth of his lips pressed against yours, you are sure that you wouldn't be able to shut up, based only on the number of thoughts tumbling through your head like they’re on a spin cycle. You are still sweaty with fever and probably look disgusting, but Komaeda shuffles down in between your legs and hikes your hospital gown up to your waist. So you are suitably distracted.
He laughs as he hooks his fingers around your panties and tugs them down your thighs, “I cant believe that you want scum like me to touch you like this. Usually I would assume that you are lying, or taking pity on me.” He grins, running a finger up the length of your sex, “But everything you say to me is your exact thoughts, isnt it?”
“Yes! Touch me, please! ” You’re quivering beneath him, barely able to breathe in between your frantic pleas, “You feel so good, you feel perfect . I want your fingers inside me so bad .”
He hisses as he slips his middle and ring finger inside of you, eyes glued to where your entrance is swallowing him up, “Ahaaa...you’re drenched . You really do want me don't you?” he pistons his fingers in and out slowly, slowly and deliberately, “Someone like you, desiring me so terribly. It’s such a waste , but i can't help it. I must be selfish and take this chance while i can.”
“Not a….waste....” You force out, helplessly grinding on his fingers, “Want you....want only you…”
“Oh- Ohhhh .” He moans, “I can feel you, squeezing around my fingers. You’re so wet...so warm…”
You hear a zipper coming undone, and your thoughts go into overdrive, “oh my god, oh my god. Komaeda’s going to jerk off in front of me, wanna watch, wanna watch! ”
His fingers still inside you for a moment as he tugs his boxers down far enough to slip out his cock. Your eyes follow the movement of his long fingers as he slowly curls them around the base, and tugs them up again, rolling the pad of his thumb over the head. His hips buck, and you moan.
“You...you’re tightening around my fingers…” he breathes, choking on a moan as he pumps his cock again, “you like watching me touch myself?” Your hips stutter, grinding your clit against the meat of his palm as he continues stroking himself. His eyes are wide as he watches you writhing beneath him.
“The face you make when you do that...it’s so cute.” You say, whining as his fingers start moving inside you again, “it’s even cuter than I imagined. Your cheeks are all red.” You swallow, “and your cock is so pretty...I want you to cum inside me, so bad .”
His breath hitches, “you want me to cum, inside you?” his cock is leaking with pre-cum now, painfully hard in his hand. His chest is heaving.
“Yes yes yes! ” You plead, “I want you, please! ”
“I don’t understand.” He breathes, and you whimper as his fingers slip out of you, “How could someone be so desperate for my pathetic seed?”
“Fill me up , Komaeda!” You exclaim, at this point you are long past embarrassed. The words leaving your mouth are the absolute truth and there is no way you can deny them.
He groans at that, an octave deeper than you are used to hearing and it seems he is having trouble denying you. His own desperation mingling with yours and overtaking his painful self-doubt, he wraps a hand around the base of his cock, and slowly edges the swollen head against your entrance, “f-fuck…” he mutters as he slips inside you, “you’re so warm .”
You can barely even register what you are saying anymore, it’s little more than a string of compliments about how good he feels inside you. About how handsome he is. Your tongue feels weird and loose in your mouth from overuse, but you still can’t stop talking.
He looms above you, halo of white hair bouncing as he thrusts in and out of you, the unmistakable jangle of the chain hanging from his jeans. All things that confirm it is Komaeda inside of you. Your heart races with the fact.
“Th-thank you, for permitting me to do this with you.” He stammers, sweat slowly dripping down his brow, “it’s...so good...it feels like I belong inside you. ”
A moan rips through you, and you hook your weak ankles around his waist, “you do belong inside me. You fit so perfectly , I was made for your cock. GOD I sound so filthy…..I- I can’t help it.”
“ No.” He hisses, eyes meeting yours, “Keep talking.”
“You say that like I can stop.” You dip your head lower, and wrap your lips around his left collarbone, moaning as you suck hard enough to leave a bruise. He keens above you, hips snapping against yours even faster, “Your hip bones are digging into my thighs…”
He squeezes his eyes shut, “I-I’m sorry, do you want me to-“
“Don’t you dare stop, Komaeda. You’re mine , I want to feel every inch of you.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
You bring a shaky hand up to his cheek, he nuzzles into your palm, “You aren’t hurting me. It feels wonderful.”
He kisses you then, messy and wet, his lips taste like desperation. Even with his tongue tangled with yours, you are still trying to speak. Sweet nothings, forceful demands, anything and everything that comes to mind is trying to force its way out of your mouth. Something is in the pit of your stomach is twisting tight and you moan greedily into the cavern of his mouth as his hips meet yours again. You can feel that he’s losing his rhythm.
“S-sorry. I’m...im close…” A moan rips from his throat and he buries his face in your neck.
Your hips have started canting up to meet his, you want so badly to be close to him, to feel all of him, “M’close to. I love having you inside me, i want to do this again and again and-”
Komaeda freezes, eyes turning to the door on the other side of the room. Footstops.
“Who is it? Did they hear? Are there going to come in? What do you think they’re going to do if they see you inside of-”
Komaeda covers your mouth with his palm. You’re still talking, but at least it’s muffled now. Kuzuryu and Hinata are chatting in the hallway, the footsteps seem only to be growing closer. You can't stop thinking terrible, horrible things, and while Komaeda’s hand keeps you quiet enough that they can't seem to hear you from outside, Komaeda can definitely hear you.
“I wanna keep going.”
His eyes are blown wide, but you feel the tell-tale throb of his cock inside of you, “ What?! ” he hisses, “there’s no way you can keep quiet like this...they’ll definitely hear us.”
“I don’t care if they hear us, I want them to hear us. I want them to know what you’re doing to me.”
His hips twitch, and he bites his lip hard to keep in a moan, “You're not ashamed to be seen intimately with someone as despicable as me?”
You coo at him, running your index finger down the front of his throat and over the mark you left on his collarbone, he tentatively removes his hand from your mouth and pushes some sweaty hair away from your forehead, you smile, “I’m not ashamed of you. I’m in love with you.”
Komaeda sucks a breath in through his teeth, and it is only then that you realise what you have said.
“Oh GOD. I didn't - I'm so sorry.” your eyes are wide, you’re ready for him to jump up and bolt out of the room, “I just thought it and then i said it, and jesus christ im so sorry-”
You’re cut off by his lips. The kiss is gentler, less desperate, but filled with the depth of passion. He starts thrusting in and out of you again, and you gasp in surprise at the feeling. He pulls away from the kiss, and rests his forehead against yours, his breathing heavy as one of his hands slips down under your knee. He pushes your leg up higher and you choke on a moan at how much deeper this new angle feels.
A high-pitched whine leaves his throat as he continues moving inside of you, he swallows, “I...I love you too.”
“Aaah... ahhh .” You’re so close at this point, the coiling in your stomach is about ready to snap, “I love you so much, I want your cum, please! ”
“I’ll give it to you, I...hah...I’ll fill you up...is that what you want?”
His hand slips down to your clit and you shriek , clenching hard around his cock, “Yes, yes, yes! I’m close...i'm so close…”
“I’m gonna...I...I…”
A moan rips through you as your climax finally hits, for the first time this day your mind is void of thoughts. All you can do is feel . Your fingers dig into the bedsheet under you, and your legs tighten around Komaeda’s waist. He writhes and moans above you,  he just keeps going, harder and harder and harder, and then, with a heavy groan you feel him release inside of you.
“Thank...you…” you mutter, “thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you…”
Before Komaeda has a chance to say anything in return, someone clears their throat on the other side of the door. The two of you freeze.
“Are you two done?” Hinata asks, he sounds exasperated.
Komaeda clears his throat, “Um...yeah...pretty much.”
“His dick is literally still inside of me! Maybe give us a few minutes!” You wince at the blunt sentence that just left your mouth, Komaeda is clearly trying not to laugh, you huff “Sorry Hinata! I can't help it!”
This disease was going to be the death of you.
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Must Be Fa(e)te~ Chapter One
There was a fable my mother used to tell me all the time when I was a little girl. It was about a regal queen, a noble monarch who lead her people with pride, though I always thought the princess was my favorite character. She was a warrior who fought in the great war against the human realm. She was someone who stood up for what she thought was right, like fighting against the humans polluting the beautiful springs that the merfolk of Wellspring lived in. The best part about the princess though, was her rainbow wings. My mother told of how the princess only used them when absolutely necessary. She was more of a walking girl, she liked taking walks through the forest's abundant beauty. She was magical, too magical. That's how I knew my mom was making this up as she went.
I only wish it were true, then maybe I could actually blame a real life person for making me the homosexual I am today. Instead when people ask about my "awakening" I have to tell them I fell in love with a made-up fairy princess when I was 3. Usually they giggle and agree that they knew it at a young age too, but some want to know more about the story. I always tell them, it's a good story after all. It leaves my lips turned up in a smile afterwards, thinking about magic and gay shit.
God how I yearn for some excitement around this town. We all just walk around with somewhere to go. I never saw someone stop by to smell the roses unless they were with a loved one. I let out a large sigh, putting my left hand on the wooden counter in my grandfather's pop up flower shop, Love You Florever. It was a play on the word floral, but I think everyone I tell about the flower shop understands, I just want to make sure. There are the people who give me a strange look and then those who seem genuinely happy that my grandfather was such a punster. I miss him.
I hear the ding of the bell before I can go into one of those really sad moments where I start thinking about all the lovely memories I had with my grandad. I will not be having a sad montage in my head today! Not after what happened last time. I'm still stuck in my thoughts, trying to be funny, when I hear someone clear their throat. I cringe at how awkward I must look right now laughing at my own jokes, inside my head. "Ahaha, heyyyyyy, welcome to Love You Florever! Would you like to-" My brain short circuits when I finally meet the gaze of the goddess who has stepped foot into the shop. Oh lawdy I'm about to faint. She has beautiful almond brown eyes with a mole under her left eye. I'm drawn to the envious length of her lashes and how they brush gently against her cheeks as she blinks. She has short ebony hair that shimmers in the setting sunlight. Her lips curve up in a smile and she tilts her head curiously.
"Would I like to what?" She teases, a small laugh leaving her mouth. That's it, I give up. If there is a God I'm coming to visit you real soon. This girl was beautiful and her voice is so smooth I thought my brain was oozing out of my ears. I feel my face start to flush from embarrassment.
"Oh-um, sorry. I have trouble thinking sometimes." I laugh and scratch the back of my neck nervously.
"Like a medical thing?" She questions, her eyes flashing with concern like she had offended me. My eyes go wide and I shoot out my hand shaking it in a 'no' manor.
"No no no no, oh god no! You're fine, I  mean like my brain just-" I hit my head softly to insinuate that I'm just a dumb gay bitch, "you know, doesn't work? Especially around pretty women- I mean," I drag my hand down my face. "Fuck." I whisper through gritted teeth. This makes her laugh loudly, so much that she wipes her eyes. She lays a hand down on the counter and grins at me.
"Thank you and I totally get the whole brain malfunction thing." She smirks as her eyes search my face. I feel like she's trying to indirectly tell me something. After an awkward amount of silence she bends her other hand at the wrist in the viral tik-tok "hey I'm gay" gesture. If this were a movie I'd look into the camera as everything pauses and I'd say oh my god, a gay.
I shake my head in understanding now. "Ah." I squeeze my eyes shut and let out a small chuckle. "I'm so sorry, um, would you like to buy anything?" I ask with a smile. I was running the store after all. I had to try to make some money. Her lips lift in a big smile and she suddenly looks nervous.
"Well, actually I came in here because you were the only flower I saw in here." First off, rude. She covers her face as a blush starts to form. Second of all, awww. I didn't really know what to say. I mean I could tell she was trying to hit on me, but her game was a little off. We'd just met and I don't know if she's a killer or something- oh who am I kidding?
"Oh really? That sounds about right to me." I smile as her face lights up.
"Oh gosh! I was so nervous but also confident that you weren't straight. I was so scared that I had misjudged you and there would be this whole thing-" Bo Burnham's Welcome to the Internet starts playing and I scramble to find my phone. I look at her apologetically as I finally find my phone buzzing in my back pocket. I see that it's my mom calling me, she knows I'm working the store today. I instantly answer it and turn away from the girl.
"Ello stinky, what are you doing calling me at work?" I ask in a posh British accent. I wait for my mom to reply, but all I hear is silence. Oh my goodness, did she butt dial me? "Mom? Are you there?" A whisper of anxiety drips into my stomach.
"Oralee, did you use my shampoo?" The sound of her voice calms the panic and I roll my eyes simultaneously. Funny how that works. Her shampoo?
"Are you talking about when I took a shower this morning? The strawberry stuff?" I question. I can almost hear my mother's annoyed groan.
"Yes the strawberry stuff, you know I'm going on a date tonight. My hair has to smell like strawberries! You know this." I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose.
"I didn't know you were going on a date tonight. When did that happen? I thought you were done with men and no I didn't use your shampoo." I reply curtly. I hear some shuffling around in the background and then it clears.
"Listen you know I haven't been getting any-"
"Mom! Oh my god! Shut up shut up!" I yell into the phone. I shudder with disgust at the thought of my mom speaking like she was a teen again. I hear her laughing at my pain and I almost hang up. "I cannot believe you, what is wrong with you!?"
"Hey nothing is wrong with me okay? I'm just a bisexual mother who needs two or three people to comfort me in the ways of the b o d y." She whispers the last part and I feel my whole body want to shrivel up and die.
"I cannot believe you. You're a tyrant." I hiss.
"But you love me." She quips.
"Yeah, I do. Now I have to go mom, I have a customer." I smile as I turn around.
"Ooou! Tell me all about her when you get home! Love you!" She yells and before I can ask her how she knew it was a girl she hangs up. I finally look up but the girl that was there before is now gone. I close my eyes and groan. There's goes any hope at living a happy life with a beautiful wife and a dog. I flop down in my swivel chair and continue to watch all the people walk past my beautiful flowers. Everyone was too busy getting somewhere, but I knew one day they'd rush in through my doors wanting some romantic flowers. I close my eyes and take in a deep breath. Yeah, that day will come.
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"Lee do you like this one?" My mother holds up a small red dress with a low v-neck. Her eyebrows wiggle and I can tell she really likes this one.
"Well, let's see it on." I grin as she giddily runs into her ensuite bathroom and shuts the door. I lay back on her bed wishing I had asked that girl to wait for me to finish my phone call. Oh well, I guess it wasn't meant to be. Like most situations with girls, it never ended well for me. There was that time I had a major crush on the barista that worked in the Starbucks across the street from the shop. I convinced myself she had to be gay with how many rings and piercings she had. Turns out that was just how she liked to express herself and I learned quickly that assuming makes an ass out of you and me. You should never place feelings or sexualities on someone you don't know. You shouldn't even do that to someone you do know. Such as myself, I don't like to label myself as bisexual or lesbian, I'm more off the grid I guess. I like men okay, but then some days I will literally vomit at the thought of the male touch. It changes with the breeze to be honest. I just enjoy people's company and if something happens then I guess it does. Though, it never has. My mom has told me the day will come when I want to go serious with someone, but I'm pretty sure she was drunk when she told me that. Honestly I wish I was drunk when she told me that because then I wouldn't have to think that I'm such a failure at this romance shit.  
"So? What do we think?" Mom spins out of the bathroom and into the last bit of sunlight shining through her window. Wow, she looks absolutely gorgeous. I can't help but cover my mouth to hide the smile I have. The dress brushes at her knees and curves up her hips to support her larger than average chest.
"You look gross." I purse my lips and put on my best mean girl face on. She laughs and pushes my shoulder.
"Thanks Lee, I'll be heading out soon. Make sure you take care of Mirage, you know how she likes to let us know when we didn't feed her." I nod and watch as she goes to get ready for a night out. I didn't really care if she went out, I was used to being alone. In fact I appreciated some alone time here and there like everyone else. It was comforting to just be able to scream musical songs without the fear my mom would come join me.
"I'm going to head into my room!" I call into the bathroom. I hear her hum in acknowledgement so I turn on my heel and head towards her door. Mirage, our ragdoll cat purrs as she wraps her body around my legs, nearly tripping me. I grin and bend down to pet her. "Hey girl, you saying bye to mom too? She's going out to find some relief. She's been stressed lately for some reason, but we're going to behave and be nice to her. Right?" Mirage mews at me and I can tell there is nothing behind those eyes. She was just happy to be here. I chuckle and stroke her head. I decide to pick her up and take her with me into my room. I struggle to open my bedroom door with Mirage in my arms, but manage finally to swing open the door. I sigh as I smell the mango air freshener. I set Mirage down on my pink comforter that has a white swirling pattern. Mirage plops down with her muzzle burrowed under the blanket. I smile to myself, it's been a pretty nice Saturday.
I was about to sit down in my desk chair to chill and play some Minecraft, but I realize that I need to close my curtains or else I'm going to forget it all together and I know I'll curse myself in the morning if I don't do it now. I sigh and walk over to my two windows. The purple curtains flutter in the ac gracefully, almost like they're dancing. I grab hold of one of them ready to shut, but as I happen to look out of my window I start to notice someone in the middle of the road. A chill runs down my spin, it was creepy for someone to just be standing there. They could be waiting for someone I guess, but why in the middle of the road? There's a low feeling in the pit of my stomach, but I can't help the peak of curiosity I also feel. After all, my mother was about to go out, I want to make sure she'll be safe. It was a wonderful yet horrible thing that my curiosity would get the best of me every time. I'd so be the first one in a horror movie to just open a random door and get shanked. Anyway, that's not what we should be thinking about right now.
I pear out the glass to try and get a better look at this mystery person. I study their frame, noticing that their back is to me. I tilt my head to try and get a better look, but my eyes widen when I see what looks like them turning their head to look right at me. I audibly gasp as I stumble backwards and trip over the corner of my desk. I thud to the ground and curse under my breath. I rub my back where I hit it on my desk chair. What the fuck was that? I must be so tired I'm starting to see things. I sigh and then laugh at myself. Oralee Turner you cannot just manifest some person in the middle of the road looking right at you. Those are not good vibes. Plus you're not the main character girly, calm down. I mean sure you could be a main character if you put in a little effort but come on let's be real. You'd need to really work on the woe is me mentality. I brought out of my thoughts when I hear my mother's soothing voice behind me.
"Are you okay sweetie? I heard a noise." My mom appears in the doorway and I giggle at her frantic look. This makes her look even more worried. It's fine mom I didn't hit my head.
"Yeah I'm all good, I just need to go to bed I guess. I'm so tired I guess I forgot objects can trip me." I nod my head towards my desk. She clicks her tongue in empathy.
"Did you hurt yourself?" She leans into the room looking for any sign of injury. I shake my head slowly.
"I just bumped my back into the legs of my chair." I grimace as my back throbs.
"Oh hon, I can stay home and put some ice on that? I'll cancel my plans and we can watch a movie together." Her eyes frantically search my face for an answer.
"Mom I'm 18 years old, I think I can ice my own back, but thank you." I smile to try and calm her nerves. I want her to go out and have some fun. She deserved it. She sighs loudly and just when I think she's going to let it go there's a knock on our door. Mirage perks up and mom and I make eye contact. "Door to door service?" I smirk mischievously. I can tell she wants to say something more about our previous conversation, but another knock at the door calls her attention elsewhere.
"We'll talk more when I get home Lee." She turns to walk away but as if she has one last thing to say, she turns back. "Also, she seems like the kind of gal to walk me to her car and such. That's something you should want in someone. A lot of people don't do that now a days you just need to-"
"Mom, oh my gosh just go." I shake my head and try to shoo her away with a hand motion. She rolls her eyes but does as I suggest. I hear a distant voice and debate on meeting this mystery woman, but decide against it. I don't want to ruin the whole thing my mom probably has going. I also don't want this woman to think my mom is a- oh god- a milf. Before I can fold in on myself I hear a notification sound from my phone, which lays forgotten on my bed. "Hey Mirage would you mind growing a human hand to hand me my phone?" Mirage looks me in my eyes and as if directly telling me to fuck off, she hops off my bed and pads over to my closet. "Bitch." I grumble.
I heave myself off the ground with a grunt, only to flop myself down onto my bed. I somehow manage to grab my phone from under my leg. I wonder who would've texted me. I curiously unlock the phone and see a message from my best friend Tabitha.
Tabby: Hey! Let me know if you can make it to the party nerd!
I close my eyes and groan into my pillow. Social interactions in this day and age? No thank you. I'd rather go outside and touch some grass.
Buttface: I'm not sure if Phelo will let me :(
Tabby: You could just go anyway >:( Come on! I'll even drive you!
Buttface: I don't know Tabs, I just feel like it's going to be like last time all over again. You'll be the only one I know and you'll try to set me up with the one lesbian that'll be there. And before you say anything, no- I don't want to loose my virginty to some rando. That's not something cool I want to do.
Tabby: Oh come on that was one time and I said I was sorry :((( She won't even be here this time so you don't have to worry about spilling a drink on her again lol.
Buttface: I will kill you if you mention that once more :} Also fine, since you're a needy bitch I guess I'll stop in. When and where is it again?
Tabby: Don't worry about it, remember I said I'll pick you up! Just be ready around 6 tomorrow :)
Buttface: A Sunday night party? Really? We'll have school the next day.
Tabby: :)
God I wish she was the one with anxiety instead of me. I purse my lips as I remember how many things Tabitha has gotten me into. Like that one time she and I were walking in the park and someone yelled out that we were lesbians and she started to cry. I mean, who does that? Kind of scared me to be honest, I never want to walk with a girl anywhere ever again. Well, no that'd be a lie since women are goddesses and I am a simp.
It's then that I hear another buzz come from my phone. I almost don't look at it, I don't want Tabitha to have sent me something weird. When I look at my screen it's a message from an unknown number. I knit my brows together as I tap the message.
(xxx)xxx-xxxx: Hi, I hope this is Oralee Turner, if not that'd be awkward. You can just delete my message if you aren't her. If you are though, please respond with verification of your identity.
Verification? Who was this? How'd they get my number? This better not be another Tabitha set up. I swear one day I'm going to lock that girl in a room with some random guy I find on the street. I will actually not be doing that because men are scary, especially those who you don't know. I'm about to set my phone down and ignore this obvious scammer message, but for some very odd reason I text them back.
Oralee: Hi? This is she, I don't have your number saved in my phone. Who is this if you don't mind me asking? I don't feel comfortable sharing any information with a complete stranger :( Have to make sure you're not a scammer.
(xxx)xxx-xxxx: I understand completely! Of course you'd be cautious of an unknown number! Let me share some things that might make you a little more comfortable with who I am :) My name is Zandra Dominika and I'm 19 years old. I have your number because of your mother, Phelo Turner! I promise I'm not trying to scam you lol, just reaching out to see how your doing!
I think once I know someone is a female I instantly feel safer. It's... not the best feeling to acknowledge that, but then again it's good to still be aware of your surroundings. This person could still try to hurt me, plus they know my mom's name! That's absolutely fucked. I can't trust them right now. Why would I give them any personal information when they are most likely lying to me right now? Though the name Zandra did sound weirdly familiar. Like I knew it from a distant memory or something. Maybe I had seen it in my mom's memory book? I'd have to go check that out later.
(xxx)xxx-xxxx: I know you're probably taking so much time because you still think I'm a scammer, which is good! It shows that you're careful and smart! I'm glad you're not willing to send birthdates and shit to some rando. I'm not sure how I could prove to you that I'm not a scammer. I also know that I most likely scared you off with how I knew your mom. I could explain that if you'd be willing to listen?
Listen? I mean... I could do that, but no! This could be a ploy to get more information from my phone...or... they could be telling the truth. Damn it! I frown to myself, moving my thumbs to make the number a contact.
Oralee: It seems you know a lot about how I'm feeling and already have some information about me. I think this is all the recognition you need, but my curiosity does always get the best of me. Go ahead, tell me how you know my mother's name and how you got my number.
Zandra the randa: Okay... well I just knew how I would feel if someone randomly messaged me asking all these questions and knowing all these things lol. Anyways, I know your mom because she simply knows my mother. They go way back, like further than you're probably thinking right now. We've actually met before but I think you forgot lmao. We were really close actually, we didn't want to leave each other's side. Your mom is still in contact with mine so obviously I was curious how you were and asked for your number. I do think this is Oralee now so no recognition is needed anymore. I... uh... missed you a lot. It's lonely here.
I have to set my phone down for a second. What? I have a long lost friend? I really didn't see that one coming. I usually wasn't the one for making friends. I guess that gives me some explanation as to why I thought her name was so familiar. I'm going to ask mom to help me find that memory book when she gets home. That brings me back to what Zandra had last said. It's lonely here. What did she mean by that? Did she not live in our state? I wonder where she lives, maybe Montana? I'm going to ask her.
Oralee: So we used to know each other... I'm sorry I don't remember that at all honestly, but when my mom gets home I'm going to try and find some pictures if we have any. Maybe that'll help strike a cord in my brain. I do have a question though, where do you live? You make it sound like we're really far away :(
I straighten myself out on my bed, waiting patiently for a response, but one never seems to come. I wait for a good 10 minutes before deciding to do something other than just waiting. It wasn't healthy to get attached so quickly. I bite my lip. I wonder what she looks like. No, Lee there's no time to be gay now. Mom will be home soon and then you can look in the memory book.
I hope she's hot. You know, there are some days I wish I could just shut my thoughts off, especially the horny ones. She's got to at least be into DND, you know? If she can't enjoy be chaotic while being a mythical creature, I don't want it. DND was a way I could believe in small amounts that fairies are real. I smirk to myself as I think about all the times I tried to seduce something in our campaign.
"Lee? Are you awake? Honey I'm coming up!" I feel my body jolt from the sudden rush of adrenalin. Jesus, I guess my mom is home now. I didn't even hear the door open or a car pull up.
"Yeah I'm awake mom! I'll meet you in the hall." I hoist myself off the bed and shake my head. Shit, I didn't even know what time it was. It's nearly midnight and I have a shift tomorrow at the shop. I'm so fucked. I walk to my door and open it swiftly. I'm met with my mother leaned up against the wall across from it. She smiles sweetly at me, her eyes sparkling with delight.
"I missed you Lee." She holds her arms open for a hug and I instantly accept it.
"You too stinky. I hope you had a good night." I enjoy the smell of my mother, how it calms down my senses. It makes me want to cuddle with her all night watching movies, almost like what she suggested earlier. Shit! I never iced my back! That's going to hurt in the morning!
"Oh I did, it was long." I feel my body tense and I back away from her. My face scrunches up in disgust.
"Mom! God I don't want to hear about your night in that much detail!" I plug my ears like a child and shake my head vigorously.
"Meh, your loss." She shrugs and I can tell she wants to go to sleep. Her eyes are half lidded and she looks very loopy.
"If you're done, I do have a question. Where is that memory book you made when I was little? I got a text tonight from someone named Zandra Dominika. Do you know her?" I question, motioning towards her. She seems to suddenly wake up. Her eyes widen slightly as she processes what I just told her.
"Did you say Zandra finally reached out to you? Well thank fucking god, took her long enough. She's had your number for like 4 years. I thought ya'll would start where you left off, but I can see by your vacant expression that you don't know what I'm talking about." She smiles with a small chuckle. "Well, how about we talk about it tomorrow night okay? You and I can have some finger foods and maybe even some drinks. Talk for a while. I'll explain things to you clearly." She grins and gestures to my room. "Now, what do you say we get some sleep?" She nods and shuffles towards her room.
Well...how am I going to be two places at once? Do I want to go to a party or sit and veg out with my mom. Definitely the latter, but I have to go to the party, I promised Tabs. I'm just going to have to make both work!
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It was Sunday afternoon before I could think of an excuse to miss Tabitha's party. Ugh, why'd she have to be such a good friend. Yeah she's made plenty of mistakes in our friendship, but so have I. I've known her forever, I can't just let her down by telling her I'd come to her party and then not going. I know it shouldn't matter, but I just don't want to deal with her mad at me on top of trying to figure out who the hell Zandra was. My mom seemed to like her enough I guess, but was that just a mom thing? Was I really close to this girl or is my mom trying to get me a girlfriend? I purse my lips as I give that a little more thought. Nah, my mom isn't the type to do that, she's not that desperate to please her gay daughter. She knows relationships, especially those of the gay variety have to take time. They have to happen naturally, not by some silly match making friend. It makes both parties feel very uncomfortable.
"Miss? I'd like to buy those now." I hear someone say. It was a guy about my age who looked pretty nervous. He had that all time popular floofy hair and had sun kissed skin. His eyes were an emerald green, like how you'd see algae in a pond. His face looks like someone took brown paint and scattered freckles all over it. I smile in my customer satisfaction smile.
"Of course! Sorry I was just lost in thought about something going on." I laugh lightly to try and make this situation less awkward.
"Yeah I totally get it! I'm not sure what flowers she'll like, so I'm sort of freaking out about it." He looks up to meet my gaze, his emerald eyes lighting up. "Hey do you think a mysterious type of girl who doesn't really like flowers would like these?" He holds up black nemophilas. I smirk to myself. Did he really have to pick such a literal meaning for a flower? I think this guy is way over his head. He shouldn't be buying flowers for this girl, he should be taking her to watch the stars. She seems like the kind of girl to like that.
"Well, those flowers have a secret meaning, you wanna know what it is?" I raise my brows like I'm about to whisk this guy into a crazy story about how these flowers got their name. He nods his head frantically. "Those are black Nemophilas, they usually are small beautiful flowers, but can bloom in all white, pink, white with some purple, or like what you have there. They're called black Nemophilas but they actually look purple with white around the edges of the petals right? Although it's cooler to think that they bloomed black. They're mostly grown as a houseplant because of their resistance to freezing temperatures." I grin widely. I get so happy talking about flowers. I meet his eyes again and he looks extremely happy.
"Shit. Thank you so much. I'm sure she'll love these." He smiles kindly and for the first time in a while, I see him lift the buds to his nose. He takes a small whiff in and a grin spreads across his face. "It smells like sweat." He laughs.
"I-uh... yeah, they're not known for smelling too nice." I stumble over my words, still shocked that someone actually stopped to smell a flower in my shop. They were always too busy buying the flowers to care about what they smelled like. It seemed like the first time someone had cared enough to take time out of their day to smell the flowers. Instead of picking up the prettiest rose and whisking it away without a second glance my way.
I gulp in, not knowing why him smelling a flower got to me so much. "Uh, yeah if you'll just set them down here I'll get them prepared for you to take." I nod curtly and whisk around to the preparation counter. It has scissors, shears, a spray bottle, and some other gardening things. Get it together Lee.
"Thanks so much for this by the way. Pretty sure she's going to fall in love with me because of the sweaty flowers. My name is Elijah, I think we go to school together." I feel my back tense. Great, he goes to my school.
"Yeah?" I say over my shoulder. "What grade are you in?" I ask. Lee why are you continuing the conversation? You don't even like to talk to your cat most of the time.
"I'm a junior, struggling in Mrs. Groution's English class." I can almost hear the smile in his voice. "You're a senior right?" He prods. Dear lord he has seen me around school.
"Yup!" I reply politely. "I'm just ready to get out of here and graduate you know? I have the case of senioritis bad." What I said was honest. I didn't like my high school. It was filled with fake kids and even more fake adults. We had a "zero tolerance" for bullying, yet some of my friends can tell me stories they've heard that says otherwise. It was just an overall distaste for the whole putting on looks situation. A school wasn't supposed to use kids like that, I absolutely hated it. His voice takes me out of thought and back to the situation at hand. I was having an interaction, I needed to focus on that, no matter how much I wanted to hide from it. There were days like this, the ones where I didn't want to be around people at all, but other days it's better to be around them so I can thrive off of some energy people give off.
"You seem a bit lost in though, I'm sorry I can just get out of your hair." He laughs, but I can tell he's a little hurt by the fact I'm so lost in thought. I feel bad even though I barely know the guy.
"Nah, I'm just a deep thinker you know? I get lost in thought very easily. I'm not the best in social situations face to face." I turn to give him a genuine smile. I see his eyes light up again. Good, he feels better.
"Oh no I totally get how that feels. I hate how our school does this whole," he instantly puts on a fake posh accent, "We have the smartest and happiest kids." He lets out a chuckle afterwards. "Little do they know that half of us are depressed and the other half are too busy peaking in high school to be bothered by their sadness." I turn to look him in the eyes, mine growing wider by the second. We make eye contact and then suddenly burst into laughter. My word, he does get it. Shame on me for assuming Elijah and I would have nothing in common. After a bit I can finally breathe again from laughing so hard. I wipe my eyes still giggling lightly.
"Here are your flowers Elijah, good luck." I smile as he graciously takes the flowers and waves enthusiastically to me as he leaves. The smile stayed on my lips for the rest of my work day. Then it was time for me to get ready for Tabitha's party. Joy to the world.
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I ended up wearing something comfortable over cute. If anyone had issue with it, I'd just tell them to fuck off. Well, not actually, I'd just think it. I was in some black sweats with a stretchy maroon shirt. I slipped my off brand crocs I got from a farmers market with my mom a couple years ago and a cute anklet. I pull my hair up in a pony to keep it mostly out of my face. I had normal blonde hair that was naturally pretty curly, but I had a Great Aunt who would give me perms every once in a while. Noting this, I pull some curly strands to frame my face so it didn't look so round. I put on a dangly bracelet and my chain necklace. I'm overall happy with my look, but I'm sure Tabitha will have something to say about it. I decide to put on some gold rings to match the chain in hopes that they'll suffice for her.
I stuff my phone and some earbuds in my pocket and then grab a few dollars out of my wallet. I could need some cash for food later, not sure. I do a once over of myself in the mirror and pat my pudgy stomach. "Oh yeah Oralee Turner you are looking sexy tonight." I give myself finger guns in the mirror and head out my door, grinning to myself like an idiot. I hop down the stairs and towards the front door. Mom hadn't come home yet from errands so I write her a quick note to let her know I'll be back a little later than midnight, seeing as it was getting close to 6 already. Speaking of the time, where the hell is Tabitha? She said was going to pick me up right? I cram my hand into my pocket to find my phone. I unlock it only to find Tabitha had texted me a couple minutes earlier.
Tabby: Hey, I can't pick you up tonight! :( I have to meet up with someone pretty soon so you're going to have to drive yourself!! Sorry babes!
I groan and turn my phone off. This was a great start to the night, because not only did I not like driving, but I was definitely not okay with my car going to a party. I angrily grab my keys from the bowl in the halltree and rush out to my car. I want to be one of the firsts ones there so I can find a good place to sit and an escape route. I start my small car and am met with my comfort station of old rock songs. Okay, maybe this wouldn't be so bad. I pull out of the driveway and roll my window down. The fresh nigh air whips the tendrils of hair I pulled out around my face, it's slightly annoying, but I like the fresh air. It smells like rain and it was such a cool night. It's about a couple minutes into driving when I realize Tabitha didn't tell me where this party was being held. Damn it why am I still even trying to go to this thing? It's like I felt some kind of pull to go and I hated that Tabitha could just pull on my heart strings like that. I pull over into an abandoned parking lot and pull out my phone.
Buttface: where the fuck is this party again?
The reply is almost instant.
Tabby: Ah, it's at this jock's house. 1987 Elmore North, I think his name is Elijah, come on get here girl!!
My eyes widen and a grin spreads across my lips. You sneaky son of a bitch. Did Elijah buy those flowers for Tabs? Maybe this is why I felt such a pull to go to the party. I can get to know Elijah more and if he's that cool then maybe the people he invited are pretty cool too. I feel like a ton of bricks have been lifted off my shoulders as I set my phone down in one of the cup holders. His house was a short drive from where I was now, it would only take me about 2 minutes to get there and his neighborhood is rather large, meaning big houses, meaning there's bound to be a dog to pet. Count me truly ready to party now.
I make it to his house and hop out of my car. I feel lucky that not a lot of cars are there yet and that I can see Tabitha's. Should I have brought something? No, I did help him pick out those flowers. I subconsciously put my hands in my pockets, walking up to the backyard gate which is open. There are outside lights set up and small campfire flickering in a stone firepit. There's a deck with a grill and below ground pool near the fence line of the property. It's a pretty nice backyard, but I only see a couple people out here and none of them are anyone I know. I hurry up and spot the glass sliding door to the inside. Of course it's a glass sliding door. I clumsily wander over to the door and slide it open. I'm hit with warm air and a yelling voice coming from deeper in the house. I glance back to the group outside which consists of 2 boys and 3 girls all chatting about an English assignment. I definitely don't want to try to join in on their conversation so I step inside and shut the door from behind me.
"I thought we had something Tabby!" I hear a familiar voice yell.
"Well you don't know shit! And don't call me that! I should have never come here! Damn it!" Once I hear my friend's name I'm on my way to find her, when I do find her, I find Elijah with her. Tabitha has the flowers clutched in her hands, breaking the stems. Elijah breaks his angry stare from Tabitha when he spots me. He looks almost shocked to see me, but his demeanor changes when he puts it together that I'm not here to be on his side. "What took you so long Lee? I was waiting for you!" Tabitha stares at me with pleading eyes, her grip on the flowers hardening, I can tell by the way they droop even lower to the ground.
"I-I had to drive myself and I didn't know where I w-was going at first." I look between the two of them. "What's going on?" I shouldn't have come here. I shouldn't have come here. Why did I come here? I take a few steps backwards.
"This fucker thought flowers where his way into my pants." Tabitha hisses and tosses the flowers to the ground. I wince. I get that she was upset, but the flowers didn't do anything. They had a nice life after all, I cut and prepared them. Someone actually stopped to smell them. I got to share facts about them! I never get to do that! "Well fuck that." Before I can think she stomps the flowers into the hardwood floor. Her boot cuts into their stems and when she's done it's a mess of petals and leaves.
"I wasn't trying to get into your pants!" Elijah finally shouts. "I actually just wanted to be a gentleman because so many fucking guys out here are disgusting!" I can tell he's upset about her stepping on the flowers and her words by the way his voice wobbles and his eyes flit between the crumpled petals. I'm upset now too. I can't really tell why I'm so upset but I meet Tabitha's eyes with tears in my own. My brows are drawn into an angry expression as I glance down at the mess by her feet.
"I-they-you- those flowers had no part in this... why'd you do that? You know how I feel about flowers Tabs. They have lives too." I meet her gaze again. I want her to apologize but all she does is roll her eyes.
"They're not alive Lee, don't be such a pansy. For fuck's sake can we focus on my problems here?" She hisses. A chill runs through my body. I can feel my blood boil and freeze almost simultaneously. Elijah stares at her in disbelief.
"Fuck you." I hiss and squeeze my eyes shut. The tears finally break over the barrier and fall down my cheeks. I rush out the way I came, a sick feeling settling in the pit of my stomach.
She knows how I feel about them! She knows how much they meant to my grandad. How much shit he had to go through to keep the shop going. He raised me, teaching me about the different effects flowers could have. Flowers were a language not spoken by many.
"Lee! Lee wait I'm sorry! I was angry! Lee-" I run. I run until I'm outside and shutting the door. Why'd I come here? Why'd I do it? God I was so stupid? Stupid. That's me. No no no no, fuck! I ball my fists and wipe at my face. I realize the group outside is looking my way and I curse under my breath. I turn on my heel and fast walk the fuck out of there. I try to make the tears stop falling, but they keep streaming down my face.
"Fuck, fuck, shit." I curse, then suddenly I knock shoulders with someone who grunts because of the impact. I stop in my tracks, I may be upset but my mother taught me manners. "Shit, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-" I finally look up to see who I bumped into. A tall girl about my age stands in front of me. She has pink hair tied into space buns and heart shaped glasses on. Her earrings are also in the shape of hearts as well as the choker she's wearing. She has high-waisted jeans on with a flowy blouse to match. She was absolutely stunning. She even had a beauty mark under her eye that stood out in the moonlight.
"It's okay," She pauses as she gets a better look at me. "A-are you okay?" Her brows instantly knit in concern. Shit, has she noticed I'm not mentally stable already?
"I-uh... yeah I'm fine." I decide to answer. "I... I'm actually going." I sigh. She purses her lips and then frowns.
"That's too bad, you seemed cool. I was hoping to talk some more." She grins. I nod in agreement.
"I am pretty cool, but I should really get going." I jab my thumb towards where my car is.
"Lee?" I whisk around to see Tabitha at the gate.
"Shit." I hiss. "See ya, I gotta go!" I yell and practically Olympic sprint to my car. I unlock my car as fast as I can and hop in. I turn the key and start to back out when I see Tabitha waving wildly in front of me. Yeah, I'm never going to another one of her 'fun' parties. I shake my head and wipe at my face. Pansy? I tense as I speed towards home. Never again.
I get home around 8:45pm and to my surprise my mom is home. I pull in behind her car and put mine in park. I don't think this night can get any worse. I get out of my car, lock it, spin my keys around my fingers a couple times, and then head towards my front door. Before I can open it, it's opened for me. "Evening sweetie, what brings you home so early?" My mother stands in the doorway with a frown on her face. I sigh and lightly push past her into the house.
"Oh you know, just too cool for the party life." I give her a fake smile and she clicks her tongue.
"That bad?" She questions. I nod and flop down on the couch. It's then that I notice the memory book on the coffee table. Her eyes light up. "Oh yes! Miss Zandra, you wanted to see a picture of her right? Now, since you're home so early we're going to have lots of time to look at pictures and discuss, but I need you to have an open mind." She gives me a stern look. I roll my eyes.
"Mom, I'm a gay teen, I have to keep an open mind at all times." I fire back. She pauses for a moment then nods her head in agreement. She flops down next to me grabbing one of the books. I snuggle up next to her, loving her comforting scent.
"Ah here's a good one, it's of you guys when you were little." She flips the book for me to see the picture. It's little me with that appears to be strap on fairy wings on my back, same for who I'm assuming is Zandra.
"That's her?" I point to the other little girl. She nods and coos about how cute we look. Zandra has the same sparkly dress up wings on. I chuckle at how cheap they look. Mom flips a couple pages and gasps.
"Oh and here's a more recent picture of her!" She taps the page excitedly. My eyes widen as I scan the photo in front of me. Pink hair tied back in regal braids, a white dress with gold accents trailing up the bodice, her slender arms folded in front of her, and those same sparkling wings on her back, only about four times the size. I gasp as my eyes follow what seems to be a swirling pattern in them.
"I-is she into fantasy shoots or something?" I choke over my words. She was beautiful. It takes me a moment to finally notice the glimmering gold crown around her head. It has a hanging purple jewel dangling in the middle of her forehead. My eyes trail down her face and land on a beauty mark under her eye. If my eyes could widen any more I think they did at that moment.
"Um, well not exactly sweetie, there's been something I've needed to tell you for a while now."
Of course.
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JOEL:
“Come here!” You jumped up from the sofa and ran at Joel. Running into his arms made you feel a happiness you’ve only felt when he returns to you.
“I’ve missed you so much, Y/N.” He spoke softly in your ear while swaying your bodies back and forth.
“I’ve missed you too and I love you so much.” You pulled your head from on top of his chest to lean up and kiss him.
“And I love you...but don’t think I forgot about that photo you sent.” He gingerly grabbed your chin in his hand to maintain eye contact with you. Before he got on his flight to come home, you sent a very racy photo his way. Joel recalled being slightly rude to the Uber driver about hurrying up, which he hated that he did it, but he needed you.
“It was a little motivation to come home to me...as soon as possible.” You gave him a huge grin as you laughed mischievously.
“Well, I’m here, Mami.” He leaned down to press kisses onto your neck.
“And I’m ready, Daddy.” You bit your lip, praying he would react well. You wanted to try it when he returned, hoping the photo would smooth it over well. You heard a sharp inhale of breath right next to your ear.
“Well, after that, I don’t think you really are ready.”
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“Fuck, Joel, please! Let me cum!” You begged him as he thrust his fingers inside of you once more, hitting you right where you needed it.
“Who?”
“Daddy, please, let me cum. I’ll do anything.” You whimpered as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. At that, he pulled his thick digits away from you.
“Anything?” Joel asked, before suckling at his soaked fingers. You moaned softly while watching him and nodded.
“Yes, daddy.” He reached down and grabbed your wrists to move them above your head.
“Don’t move your hands and I’ll let you cum, okay?” You nodded quickly in agreement, making him chuckle softly. His lips lowered to your naked abdomen, slowly kissing down to where you were throbbing and aching for a release.
“Please hurry.” You cried softly, feeling his cold cross necklace slide against your slit.
“I will, baby.” He pressed a wet kiss right against your slit before opening his mouth to delve his tongue in between your folds. His torture was slow and deliberate, making your hips buck up. Joel seemed to enjoy it as he grabbed the undersides of your thighs to press his face further into your heat. His tongue began its fast pace and there was no going back.
“That’s it, fuck!” You grabbed fistfuls of your own hair, wishing it was his, as your hips wildly followed their own accord in humping Joel’s face. He hummed loudly as he suckled on your clit. “Ah! I’m cumming, yes, daddy!” You damn near screeched as your high hit you like a truck. You felt an odd sensation in between your thighs, but the orgasm was too strong for you to focus on it. You arched your back up so high you thought you’d break it.
You suddenly felt Joel’s hands grab your breasts, making your attention switch to the man between your thighs. His curls hid his actions, but he appeared to be enamored with licking away every last drop of you. The hypersensitivity made your legs shake around his head at every movement.
“Joel, I can’t, you have to-fuck!” You gasped and your toes curled up so hard as he kitten licked your clit while looking up at you. You reached a hand down into his mess of curls and tugged. He never ceased his stare down as you threw your head back.
“Mami...you just squirted all over my face.” Joel spoke in a happy teasing tone. He kissed up in between your breasts to soon hover over you and look at you with a smile.
“That was the best thing I’ve ever experienced.”
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ERICK:
“She is uh, my best friend, my “partner in crime”, y-I mean and, I can’t wait for you all to see her in the video.” Erick spoke at his laptop. You smiled at him in the corner of the living room. You had situated yourself onto a bean bag while Erick did his online interview during quarantine. You were beyond thrilled that the music video had been filmed before all this mess and that their second single to the new album would be released on time.
He glanced at you momentarily and you gave him two thumbs up with a smile. He returned the smile before looking back at his computer. Erick never thought he’d fall in love with someone whose first language was English and they had minimal experience with Spanish. However, you two make it work. Granted, his English skills are superior to your Spanish, and he’s only getting better with latin music inter grating into the United States charts. He does more English interviews and you’re always there to support and help him.
“Thank you! ¡Adiós!” Erick waved at his screen for a few seconds before completely shutting it. He sighed and looked over at you. You grinned and made your way over to him. You stood between his legs and ran your fingers through his hair.
“You did so well, bebé.” Erick’s hands made their way to your behind so he could pull you onto his lap.
“Gracias mi amorcito.” Your lips met, but Erick took it to a passionate level. “Te quiero.” He whispered against your lips and you smiled, knowing you had felt him harden underneath you.
“Really? I can’t tell.” You teased, brushing your nose against his.
“I can show you then.” He squeezed your ass and brought you to grind against his hard on. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders.
“Mmm, what do you want, Papi?” You brought one hand down to slide right underneath the waistband of his boxers. He grunted lowly.
“You.” He commanded, making you waste no time in undoing his pants and sliding them down his thighs. “Alto.” He demanded as you reached down to remove your light blue dress. You raised a brow.
“You wanna fuck me with my dress on, Papi?” You teased. He nodded and gripped the back of your neck to kiss you once more. You peeled back his boxers enough so he was free. Your underwear was non existent today, which Erick noticed after you lifted up your dress.
“Ándale, amor.” He ordered, bringing his hands down to your ass again. It was his favorite place for his hands to be. You slowly lowered yourself onto his length with a sweet sigh.
“So big, Papi.” You moaned right against his ear and bit down lightly on his neck. He grunted again before thrusting up into you, prompting you to move. You gripped the back of his head as you bounced up and down on top of him. His hands urged your fast pace on your ass.
“C’mon amor, puedes ir más rápido.” He reached under your dress and slapped your bare ass. You gasped in shock as it had pleasured you and made you even more excited.
“I’m close!” You whimpered reaching up with one hand to lower the neckline of your dress. No bra either. Erick was quick to wrap his lips around your nipple as you continued riding him like there was no tomorrow. “I’m gonna cum, Papi.”
“Not. Yet.” Your eyes widened. Erick immediately slowed your pace down with his grip on your backside. It was more of a heavy grind now.
“¿Por qué?” You whined. One hand of his came down in between your bodies and his thumb pressed right against your clit.
“Cause I said.” He challenged you with his eyes, but you wouldn’t dare. His lips returned to your nipple and softly licked it while resting his head on your other breast. His thumb however, sped up to an unforgiving pace.
“Oh fuck.” You moaned breathily. You had a deadly grip on the back of his neck as you fought your urge to cum. You had unconsciously begun to bounce up and down again, making Erick moan deeply against your breast, sending it straight to your core. “Please Papi, no más.” You pleaded, ready to cum all over him.
“No.” He simply stated. You whined and threw your head back, as he pinched your clit.
“Holy shit.” You gasped, loving the feeling of it. He smirked and scooted to the side before laying you down on the sofa. Your eyes widened as much as they could through your sex haze as he took your thighs and wrapped them around his waist. He thrust into you harshly and never let up after that. “Papi!” You cried which made him grab your hands and intertwine them against the arm of the sofa.
“You wanna cum, huh?” He asked. You nodded quickly. He smirked and let go of one hand, bringing his thumb back down to your clit. “Cum then, bebé.” You cried as he showed no mercy in his thrusts or his finger movements. You took your free hand to grip his neck and press his mouth to yours while you felt liquid gushing out of you. Erick pulled his swollen mouth back from yours quickly to look down in between you two. He groaned as he felt himself release inside of you, but he was so distracted by the fact that everything was glistening.
“Papi, you know what that is?” You asked breathlessly. He shook his head.
“It’s called squirting.”
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CHRIS:
“Guess what day it is?” Chris asked in a sing song voice while wrapping his hands around your waist.
“I know what day it is, Christopher.” You laughed and cupped his face in your hands.
“The day we make my niño.” He grinned happily and you shook your head.
“What are you gonna do if it’s a niña?” You asked teasingly. He bounced his head side to side in faux thought, then shrugged.
“Tendré dos princesas.” You smiled with him and pressed a long kiss to his lips.
“You’ll be a daddy.” He raised a brow.
“I definitely already am.” You dropped your jaw.
“¿Cariño, tu piensas que no se? I saw your messages with Naomi.” You and your best friend, Naomi, may have talked about kinks you wanted to try on a few different occasions. None you’d ever been brave enough to bring up to Chris. You specifically remembered ‘Daddy’ being a frequent topic, because that’s the aura you received from Chris 9/10 times.
He was firm with what he wanted in the bedroom, but his aftercare, and when he wants to pleasure you? That’s a real daddy right there. His aftercare would always be inticing to you, because he’d find away to keep the sexual tension going, and sometimes that ended in another orgasm. When I say sometimes, I mean. Every. Single. Time. He loved to deny you orgasms, or give you so many you were jello.
“Chris, I-”
“No cariño, dime.” You gaped at him in awe for a minute. He wanted to go down this road and he was driving quite well. He definitely brought the bedroom voice out.
“Daddy...I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. Didn’t know how you’d react.” You cupped his face in your hands, while he wrapped his arms around your waist.
“You will be sorry.” He grabbed your hand from his face and used it to pin your body against the wall. His free hand unzipped your leggings so he could press his fingers against you through your panties.
“Do something...please, daddy.” He hummed and began rubbing soft slow circles onto your bud. You whimpered. “Más, por favor, Papi.”
“Me gustarlo.” He released your hand so his other could assist in pulling down your pants and panties. Chris got down on his knees and began kissing your thighs. “Bebé...eso es emoncionado.” He gripped the skin of your thighs in various places hard enough to create multiple hickeys.
“More?” You whispered out, hoping he would give you what you desired. He shrugged.
“I don’t know who you’re talking to.” He ran his pointer finger down your slit once. You shivered from his touch and whined.
“Daddy, I need more.”
“Good girl.” His lips wrapped around your clit, making juicy and wet noises he produced with his mouth. You fucking loved it.
“Oh my god, yes. Oh god, I love you. Yes, right there, right there!” You cried out and gripped his hair with a deadly force. His eyes were closed, but it made it feel so much more passionate. He didn’t need his vision to know how to make you feel.
“You want more?” He paused and asked, taking a breather.
“Please daddy.” He placed his thumbs on both your folds to spread them apart. His tongue slid into the middle and began flicking your clit back and forth. “I’m cumming, right here, right now!” You cried as you released. You took a deep breath, but Chris was already on his feet, grabbing your hand, and leading you back into your bedroom for the rest of the night.
“No listos, cariño.” He removed his top and you felt the need to do the same. He also removed his pants and boxers in one go. You loved to be naked in front of each other, it fueled the sexual desire for you both.
“Cómo?” You gestured to the bed. Chris took both of your hands in his.
“On your back. Legs wide for me, mamita.” Chris would call you every name in the book to get you worked up. He turned you around so your back faced the bed. You sat down on it and Christopher let go of your hands as you situated yourself. His eyes never strayed from your body. “We’re making a baby tonight.” He spoke confidently and crawled on top of you.
“Please daddy.” You felt ready for another round with the way his eyes ate you up.
“You want me?” He asked, trailing his fingers down your thigh and hooked his hand underneath it.
“Yes, so bad. I need you inside of me...cumming inside of me.” You brought a hand up to cup his face while his other hand followed his previous actions. You felt his member press right up against you.
“Mmm, I guess that can be arranged.” He slowly pushed himself all the way inside of you, making you both let out long simultaneous groans of pleasure. He began rocking back and forth inside of you, using your legs for more leverage for deep thrusts.
“Oh fuck!” You whimpered out, digging your nails into his chest. He hissed through his teeth.
“Not so hard, mami.” He spoke firmly. You immediately let up, not wanting a prolonged orgasm.
“You just, you fuck me so well, Daddy. It feels, so good!” You cried at the end as he hit your favorite spot.
“Mmm, mami, right there, huh?” He grunted as he purposefully hit it again, making you beg for more.
“Yes! Faster, Daddy, please!” Chris did not disappoint. The sound of skin slapping together at a harsh pace soon followed your request. He hit it. Every. Time.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, Y/N.” He panted out to you. You nodded and brought his face down to yours with both of your hands.
“C’mon, Daddy. Baby, cum.” You cooed to him, nearly closing your eyes at the intense pleasure. With two more harsh smacks of his skin against your own, he stilled deep inside of you.
“Shit.” He whispered, pressing his wet forehead against yours as you felt the pressure of his cum spread inside of you. You felt Chris lift your legs while staying inside you. You smiled, knowing he’s read one or two things about conception. “Te amo.” He whispered to you.
“Te amo, Chris.” You leaned up slightly to press your lips to his softly. The delicate kiss turned naughty when Chris’ lips suckled on your bottom lip. You moaned, prompting Chris to slowly thrust inside of you.
“I need more, mami.” He whispered against your lips. You smiled once more, knowing Chris’ stamina was not a short one.
“Take it, Daddy.” You nipped at his upper lip teasingly. He grunted in response to you and lifted your legs even higher to rest on his shoulders. You crossed them behind his neck, making sure he couldn’t lean back up away from you.
“I will.” His hands dipped under your back and made his hands grip your shoulders. He began rocking your bodies back and forth together. The temperature increased due to your close proximity and it made it so much more intimate. Sadly, you felt your orgasm coming so soon.
“I’m gonna cum, Chris.” One of his hands abandoned your shoulder and reached down between your hot bodies. “Fuuuck.” You sighed, your eyes rolling into your head while his thumb attacked your clit mercilessly.
“Cum for me, mamita.” His lips latched onto your neck, no doubt creating a bruise. You gasped, feeling like you couldn’t breathe as you began your release. You scratched at his back, making him thrust quickly into you. You kept trying to find air to inhale, but it felt like there wasn’t any. “Mami!” He hissed, but you ignored him and everything, not being able to open your eyes from their current state.
You felt him pull out of you, making your release your nails from his skin, and your legs falling limp on the bed. You finally felt yourself being able to control your eyes and opened them. Chris was staring in between your legs and at his hand.
“Chris?” You called for him, still trying to recover from an unforgettable orgasm.
“Y/N, you came, like everywhere.” You looked down between your legs and observed his glistening hand.
“Oops?” He chuckled and licked his hand.
“I’ll run the bath for us, huh?” You nodded with a lazy smile, unconsciously resting your hand on your stomach.
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ZABDIEL:
“¿Hey, tú quieres comida, bebé?” You asked Zabdiel while he was laid on the sofa in his boxers and a tank top, watching a telenovela.
“¿Cómo qué?” He looked up at you, abandoning his eyes from the screen. You always appreciated that about Zabdiel. If he was talking to you, 99% of the time he’d dedicate his attention to you.
“No sé.” You laughed and he joined you. “Pero, puedo hacer algo.” He hummed and reached out his hand for you to take. You placed your hand in his and he led you around to the front of the couch. He pulled you on top of him and you chuckled in confusion at his odd actions.
“No sabemos que queremos, amor.” You hummed, mocking him, and leaned your head down on his chest.
“We can just cuddle then till we decide.” You began adjusting yourself till Zabdiel’s hands shot down to grip your waist.
“Alto, bebé.” Your eyes widened when you realized Zabdiel was growing hard under you.
“Oh shit, my-“
“We can do something besides cuddle, amor.” His hand ran over your hair softly. You looked up at him to find a little grin on his face.
“Zab, I’m hungry.” You whined.
“So am I.” He winked and stuck his tongue out. If your eyes could get bigger, they would have.
“¿Tú quieres...?” You trailed off, unsure. One of his hands lowered to your ass and gave it a little pinch, making you jump.
“Mucho.” Zabdiel had never, ever eaten you out. It was just something that hadn’t been prompted yet in the bedroom. “Pero...aquí, mi amor.” On the couch?!
“We can go to the bedroom-"
“No quiero. Ahora, bebé.” He gestured to you, and you knew he meant business. You began unbuttoning your jeans and stood up to be able to pull them down. Zabdiel didn’t move an inch which made you very confused.
“Zab, I need to lay back.” You spoke, slightly timid. You were nervous, truth be told. He shook his head and pointed to his lips.
“Right here.” He wanted you to sit on his face?!
“O-Oh.” You slowly peeled off your panties to join your jeans. You stepped closer to the couch and Zabdiel shook his head.
“Top. Off.” He ordered. You bit your lip and removed your top, revealing your bare breasts. “Hmm, no bra?” You felt very cheeky in that very moment.
“¿Te gusta, Papi?” You winked playfully, expecting Zabdiel to laugh. However, his eyes narrowed slightly.
“Get up here, Y/N.” You nearly passed out at his dominance. Your shaky leg hooked over past his shoulder on the fairly wide couch, allowing your other knee to rest on the opposite side.
“Say it again, amor.” His hands came down to your hips and rubbed soft circles into your skin.
“You want me to say...Papi?” You questioned. He nodded and pulled you up to his lips. He looked up at you expectantly. “Papi, please.” You spoke softly, bring your hand down to run your hand through his blonde hair.
“Así, amor.” You watched his tongue exit his mouth and connect with your heat. You inhaled quickly at the sensation. Your hand instinctively gripped at his hair as he continued exploring you. It’s one thing to do it with his fingers or even just his member, but it’s another when he uses his tongue and his eyes up close and personal.
“Papi, más por favor.” You whimpered, tilting your head up towards the ceiling. One of Zabdiel’s hands landed with a harsh smack on your ass, making you jump.
“Look down here, mi amor.” You followed his order and maintained eye contact with him. It made the ordeal so much more intense and dare you say, naughty. His lips latched onto your sensitive nub and proceeding to nibble softly with his lips, making you moan like a porn star.
“Papi, I’m close! Fuck, just like that, Papi. Yes!” Your hips began gyrating against his face and he seemed to bask in it. His moans caused vibrations to go right towards your pending orgasm. His dark eyes never left yours and when you found yourself wiggling your head around his never faltered.
“Don’t cum.” Your jaw dropped in simultaneous pleasure and shock.
“Papi, please, I-” Zabdiel plunged his wet tongue into your even wetter hole. You cried out as he thrust his tongue quickly. Your hands released his hair and gripped the arm of the sofa. “Zabdiel, I’m gonna-” And just like that you found yourself laying on your back.
“What did you just say?” Zabdiel asked in a dark tone. Your eyes were wide but also the sensations he left on your core were still going, so you weren’t all there.
“I was, I was going to cum.” You mumbled, making him reach up to your nipples.
“Papi, doesn’t want you to cum yet.” He pinched both of your nipples making you gasp.
“Okay, okay! I won’t till you say!” He leaned down to softly suckle at each of your nipples, relieving the pain.
“Niña buena.” He pressed a soft kiss to your lips to which you responded eagerly. He pulled away a little too soon for your liking.
“Papi.” You whined, making him chuckle.
“¿Tú quieres más?” He leaned his forehead on yours, but not yet allowing your lips to meet.
“Si, Papi. Por favor.” You leaned up and a Zabdiel met you halfway. His kisses were to die for and they made you melt like dulces carmellos. You moaned into the kiss as Zabdiel began grinding his hips against your bare core. He of course was covered by his boxers, but his bulge made it damn near impossible to tell.
“You wanna cum, amor?” He asked before bringing his kisses to your neck. You allowed your hands to wrap around his back and your legs followed suit.
“Yes, faster Papi.” You gasped as he immediately obliged, pressing right against your clit everytime he moved.
“Dámelo amor.” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as his words prompted your orgasm.
“Fuck!” You cried as the orgasm felt so much more intense than ever before. Zabdiel pulled back from your neck and rose up, still sat on his knees to stare at his soaked boxers. He peeled them down his thick thighs to release his member.
“I don’t know what you just did, amor, but I’m about to cum inside of you.” With that he slid right into you.
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RICHARD: (the moment you’ve all been waiting for and if you weren’t waiting for the best one idk why you thought daddy richard wasn’t EVERYTHING)
“It looks good, mami.” Richard ran his thumb over the skin next to your latest tattoo. Richard had been away during the healing process of your latest body art, so he was excited to get a real life close up of it. It was placed from mid thigh to your lower stomach. It was red line work of a dragon
“Gracias.” You leaned down and placed a kiss on his forehead. Richard was lying down at the end of the bed while he was observing. His hand was holding up your shorts higher so he could examine the tattoo.
“No panties bebé?” He casually didn’t look at you and kept his focus on the body art. Your eyes widened slightly, totally forgetting you were ready for bed when Richard came home early to surprise you.
“I wasn’t expecting you.” You attempted to say just as casually.
“So if you did you would have put panties on?” His thumb trailed up your dragon in swirls and lines of the design.
“Uh, no, I mean, I don’t know. I would have kept my day clothes on, I just got dressed in this to sleep. It gets hot.” You rambled. You hated when you were awkward.
“You get hot down here, mami?” He looked up at you as his hand grasped at your inner thigh.
“Richard!” You whisper shouted. You had no reason to whisper, you just felt caught off guard. You should have expected him to be horny coming home, just not so witty about it.
“Say Daddy, mami.” His thumb rubbed your lower lips and you gasped quietly at his demand.
“You want me to call you Daddy...or Papi?” You bit your lip softly, looking up at him as he moved to hover over you.
“Daddy, bebé. If you call me Papi I won’t be able to stop.” He spoke before pressing his lips hastily to yours. You moaned against his lips as he submerged his thumb in between your lower lips to rub on your clit.
“Daddy, don’t stop.” Your jaw fell open as his thumb went faster. His lips moved down to assault your neck with kisses and purple splotches. His opposite hand went to the back of your head and pulled down on your hair. “I have a surprise.” You moaned, feeling your orgasm near you.
“What, mami?” He asked before nipping at your jugular.
“I’m on birth control now.” Richard stopped everything. He had begged and begged for a year for you to get on birth control. He was okay with waiting, but he still teased you about it. One time you let him do it without and it felt heavenly, thank god his pull out game was good. You swore that unless you went on birth control, which you were in no rush to do, that it couldn’t happen again. Sometimes while having sex he’d whisper to you,
“Remember how good it felt to have just me, inside of you mami?”
and you’d almost cave. But never since that day has he gone raw inside of you.
“Don’t lie to get your way, princesa.” He whispered lowly.
“I’m not, I promise.” Your hands reached to caress his face and tilt his head up so you could see his face. His lips were swollen and his nose was slightly blushed. He was an absolute passionate latin lover right out of the books and it showed.
“The best welcome home gift ever.” He said as he pulled your shorts off of your body. You laughed a little at his reaction and pulled his shirt off.
“Get naked, Daddy.” You teased him and proceeded to pull your tank top off. You were completely bare underneath everything and that seemed to motivate Richard to move faster.
“Did I ever mention how much I love you?” Richard spoke lowly, running his hands along your body.
“Eh. Maybe once or twice.” You smiled at him and he smiled back before giving you a kiss. “And I love you.”
“Wanna turn around for me, princesa?” Richard asked, running his nose along your navel. You turned over onto all fours and looked back at your man.
“I need you.” He hummed got adjusted on his knees.
“Louder, mami.” His hands squeezed around your thighs.
“I need you.” You spoke a bit louder. It didn’t seem to satisfy Richard though.
“You can do better.” You took an inhale of breath.
“I need you, Daddy, please cum inside me!” You cried out as he wasted no time in pistoning himself inside you. “Fuuuck.” You whined as a finger went to your clit while his hand remained gripping your thigh for leverage.
“You miss this like me, mami? This feeling of me fucking you how you like it?” Your eyes rolled up as the dirty talk turned you on like no other.
“Yes, daddy. I missed your cock.” Richard prompted filthy words to exit your mouth every time you two had sex. He made you feel so sexually liberated and wanted you to let him know how to please you. He dominated you with the purpose of being your only outlet of sexual necessity.
“You miss feeling all of it? While you throw yourself back onto me? No more fucking condoms.” He grunted loudly over the sounds of your skin clapping. Your grip grew tighter on the sheets as your clit was throbbing and your core was fluttering around Richard. You knew he could feel you contracting around him repeatedly. The noises exiting his mouth made it clear for you.
“I’m gonna cum, Daddy. Please let me cum.” You knees grew tired of helping you move back onto Richard, but he moved his hand from your thigh to your hair to pull back on it.
“Cum for me, mami. I want it all.” He kicked your thighs further apart with his own and rubbed at your clit with his palm making you scream in pleasure.
“Fuck! Papi!” You didn’t even comprehend that you allowed that to come out of your mouth, but when you said it Richard slammed his hips against yours agressively, making your ass seem like it was getting slapped repeatedly.
“Mami, fuck, look at that. You’ve made a mess now, bebé.” Richard moaned as his hand movements caused liquid to literally squirt out of you. Your vision went starry as your eyes most likely crossed so hard at this intense pleasure. You couldn’t even respond to him at this point. “Look at my messy girl, I love making you a mess, mami.” His hand gripped the front of your neck and moved his chest to cover your back.
“Papi...” You whimpered, feeling your entrance contract uncontrollably, triggering your sensitivity.
“Wait.” He demanded. His teeth grazed against your shoulder making you quiver. He moaned deeply in response. “Do it again, mami.” You felt a second orgasm assault your body and simultaneously felt the pressure of Richard’s cum coating your insides. “Shit.” He whispered harshly, squeezing a bit tightly around your neck.
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ANGEL REYES x (OBISPO ‘BISHOP’ LOSA DAUGHTER)! READER ⨟ PROMPT
Anon #1 asked: if it’s not a bother to you could you do 83&88 with angel reyes💖
Anon #2 asked: 84&87 with angel reyes
Anon #3 asked: 91&96, nsfw/smutty, angel reyes♥️
Prompts:
83. “Raise your ass”.
88. “Your father is in the other room”.
84. “On your knees”.
87. “Put on my kutte”.
91. “Should be illegal taste so good”.
96. “I’m virgin”.
WARNINGS: NSFW, SMUT
Word Count: 4k
Thanks to my lovely beta reader @cherieann-2001 💖
Author comments: I'm not sorry for this, guys. I hope you all enjoy. Gif isn't mine, credits to the author.
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“YOU WHAT?”
You frown pulling him into the empty clubhouse, as he crew stared at you because of his words. He's laughing loud, feeling him somewhat alleviated after so much tension the last three days.
“What's so funny?”
“Shit, baby… was that what worried you?”
“That I'm virgin? Yeah, of course!”
Angel just hugs you, confusing you because he doesn't seem angry at all. 
“God… I was feeling so fucking insecure, saying to myself that I fall in love for first time and she isn’t attracted to me”.
“I am, you idiot”. 
“Yeah, but you stopped me every time I tried… you know, going farther”. He says almost chuckling gently kissing your head”. Shit, you broke the barometer of feeding my ego, mi amor. But, it's okay, I'll wait ti—”
“I'm ready, Angel. I just… I didn't know how to tell you”.
He looks at you with both eyebrows raised, surprised and excited in equal parts.
“My father is not gonna be tonight at home, you could… come over”.
“Yeah, I'll definitely come”. He jokes with you with a singsong voice. 
“Angel!” You laugh strongly patting his chest. 
“What? You asked for it, mi dulce”.
“So… you're okay with that?”
“Of course, yes, baby. You don' know how happy you're making me feel right now”.
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After your father is already gone, having warned you to lock all the doors in his ‘overprotective-mood’, you run to your room to get ready. You change your clothes, wearing nothing but a black lace panties and one of Angel's shirts you usually put on when he's out of town. You've been together for a month, even though you only found out about his feelings for you six days ago. One day, you just decided to give him a chance, and you couldn't have been more wrong, thinking he would fuck up by hanging with some chick or getting tired of you.
Having one last look at yourself in the mirror, you go to answer the door bell. Angel is already there, letting his eyes travel around your body, as soon as you open the door.
“Shit, baby… It's the first time I see you wearing one of my shirts”. He babbles totally amazed.
“Does it look good?” You ask then, turning around for him. 
“Fu—Fucking good”. He nods swallowing.
“Has your last neuron collapsed?”
“I have zero doubts”. He nods again keeping his parted lips, whilst holding his hand to guide him to your room. 
Soft Lights are hanging on the wall. And you don't know why, but it feels like if it was Angels first time too. He was acting so confident that morning, that you can't help but chuckle a little when you find him shaking under your grip, He sat himself on the edge of the king size bed.
“So… If I hurt you at… anytime, just tell me, please”.
“I will, Angel. Relax. I'm virgin, not an atomic bomb about to explode, okay?”
“Yeah, yeah… fuck, I'm sorry”. He says when you're placing a knee next to his body.
“Why the fuck are you apologizing?” You laugh somewhat loud, finally sitting on his lap while he holds you.
“Shit, 'cause I'm fucking nervous!” He frowns softly. “I wanna do'et good. I wanna make you feel good. It's a big responsibility”.
“If you d—”.
“Of course I want”. He sighs, resting his forehead on your chest for a second.
His lips close around your skin, kissing it gently enjoying the scent of vanilla on your skin, the smell so sweet it drives him mad the closer he gets to your neck. His fingers grip your shirt while yours caress his head. A low moan escapes from your mouth when Angel bites you, pulling you a little closer, growling over your collarbone. Then Angel takes off your shirt, trying to calm himself down and go slow to not make you feel uncomfortable. With his eyes on yours, he brings his lips to one of your nipples; sucking and licking them. It gives you some chills when he sighs against it, so pleased that you can't help but swing your hips softly.
“You're a fucking goddess, mami”. He gasps reaching your lips.
His tongue finds yours inside your mouth, caressing it as you begin to feel the erection I his jeans, a delicious friction to your panties that make you moan a little. Without breaking the kiss, Angel takes off his rings to put them inside a pocket, before place his hands on your back.
“It's okay if I s—?”
“Don't ask, Angel, just do'et”. You whimper somewhat desperate.
One of his hands crawls down your right side to your stomach, reaching under your panties. His skin is so cold compared to yours, closing your eyes the moment that he slides a finger among your folds, digging in. You drown a moan on his lips, watching him biting his own with some strength that makes you shake just with that view.
“Fuck, mi dulce… Look at you… So fucking wet fo' me”. His hoarse voice gives you nice chills, licking your lips with the tip of his tongue.
His finger feels so good exploring you, slightly curved, thrusting you softly. Angel drinks every gasp he provokes you, memorizing every gesture of your face. He doesn't want to forget it. Choosing him to lose your virginity with, makes him feel like the most lucky man on earth. He loves you, he wants to please you at all costs, show you every single emotion he feels for you. Without asking, he slides a second one having to cover your mouth with a hand to drown a low moan. 
“Don' fuckin' do that or 'am gonna stop”. Reyes slaps it with his free hand making you chuckle as he thrusts into you a little fast. “I'm dying to taste you”.
He sounds desperate, trying not to lose control when he finds your hips bouncing low over his hand.
“Do it”. You almost beg for it, seconds before he is pulling out his fingers to help you to lie on your back.
His calloused hands run over your thighs before sliding your panties off and throwing them aside. Kneeling next to the bed, Angel lifts up your legs to his shoulders, leaving some soft bites on your skin getting closer to your center. Maintaining your look, he explores your entrance with his tongue. Your back arches when he catches your swollen clit between his lips, sucking it so delicately as if it was the best thing he has ever try out. 
“Fuck, Angel…” You groan placing your hands on his black messy hair.
He smirks proudly sinking his mouth into your pussy, tucking in two fingers again. He knows exactly what to do, making you squirm under the arm holding your waist to hold you closer. His hand works you out faster than before, as his tongue explores your wet skin from top to bottom making some pressure against it. Angel sighs when he's out of air, biting and sucking your pelvis to leave a beautiful small bruise.
“It should be illegal taste so good”. He mutters, rubbing his scratchy cheeks against your thighs, moving his wrist nailing his fingers inside you. “I wan'ya to cum in ma' mouth, keep makin'me happy, mi dulce”.
You can't even say a word when he devours your pussy again, shaking your breath and your body, going deeper and somewhat fast. You're aroused because of him, that you know you won't take much longer. Angel knows exactly where to touch you to make you scream his name, while the heat runs down your spine flowing out in your abdomen.
“Fuck, Angel!” You cry out feeling how the delicious orgasm wraps your body, while he continues only with his mouth, drinking your juices so delighted. “Oh, fuck, baby…”
Your phone starts to ring with ‘The Imperial March’ over the nightstand, you two growl, stretching a hand to it.
“Please, don' answer”. Your boyfriend begs you, crawling on the mattress.
“El presidente is calling”. You snort showing him the screen. “Hey… dad”.
“Can you open the door? I forgot my keys”.
“I'm in”. Leaving the phone away, Angel rolls on the bed, getting up as you find something to wear that it's not his shirt. Finding some pajamas and putting them on as you walk towards the entrance. 
“Were you sleeping?”
“No… Yes… I mean…”
“Looks like you had a nightmare”.
“Yeah… something like that”.
“Do you want me to stay, ah?” He asks putting an arm over your shoulders, leaving a smooth kiss on your sweaty temple. Then, you shake your head. “Okay, go back to bed, but lock the door. And call me if you have another one, I'll be here in less than five minutes, princesa”.
“Vale, papá”. (Okay, dad).
“Te amo, lo sabes, ¿verdad?” (I love you, you know it, right?)
“Yo también te amo”. (I love you too).
“Go back to sleep, c'mon”.
Kissing his cheek hugging him tightly, you leave him leading going back to your room. Angel is behind it about to have a heart attack. Closing the door and locking it, you pull him into you, crashing your lips with his. Taking off your clothes while his big hands paw every inch of your body, you attack his belt undoing it.
“Your father is in the other room”. He mutters when his back finds the wall.
“So, what?” You reply on his lips standing on your tiptoes, losing your shit when you unzip his jeans to free himself.
“Fuck… Go on your knees, mi dulce”. He whispers, biting your mouth, watching you take it as an order.
Rolling his pants and his boxers, after Angel he takes off his boots, heel against heel; you wrap his throbbing cock in your hand jerking him off slowly, Seeing how he tries not to make a single noise. His hands go straight to your hair, getting tangled in it,when your tongue draws some circles over his reddened glans. Angel has his eyes strongly closed, his back slightly curved, urging you to suck his cock. Your mouth receives it totally pleased, pressing your throat and holding it there for a few seconds. You can see Angel opening his lips, eliciting a loud moan. You hear Bishoos steps getting closer to the door, as he knocks he says
“One last thing”.
“Yeah, dad?” You quickly ask.
“Your bike is losing oil, Angel. Fix it tomorrow, I don't want you to have an accident”.
“Su—Sure, prez”.
“Good. And use condoms”.
“DAD!”
“USE IT, I SAID. OR I WILL FUCKING CUT HIM INTO PIECES”.
“Fuck, prez… We're ju—We're just gonna sleep… together”.
“Use it if you want to stay alive, Reyes!”
You can't help but break out in laughs when you're sure your father is already gone. Angel can barely breathe, But before he can complain about your father, you're sucking his dick again deeper. He finally moans as he wanted to do. His hands on your head marks the rhythm, somewhat faster, wetting all his extension with your tongue. He keeps his eyes on you,on your lips, enjoying the way you have to blow him so needy as he was eating you out. And it tastes good. Angel tastes so good.
But he can't handle much longer the desire to fuck you, to make you his. By grabbing your chin with two fingers, he urges you to stand up, devouring in a dirty way your mouth. Your salivas getting mixed with the flavor of your own juices, walking backwards to your bed, to lay down there. He takes off his shirt, throwing it to the floor, breaking the desperate kiss to give you the leather jacket.
“Put on my kutte. I wanna fuck you wearing it, mi princesa Maya”.
Your legs tremble hearing say that. And you do, before he makes some space between your legs, spreading it and ignoring Bishop's warning. Neither of you want to use it for your first time, and you already have a pill for tomorrow just in case. Angel looks at you, totally naked, opened waiting for him. And he's realizing that heaven must looks like that. 
“Fuck, you're so fucking beautiful, mi amor”. He whispers amazed, lying on top of you, stroking himself close to your clit. “Tell me if you need to stop, okay?”
You nod starting to be terrified. You know that mostly it hurts a little, and Angel is so big. More than you could imagine. But you know that he's going to be understanding and careful, guiding his glans among your wet folds. He moves his pelvis slowly, growling because of how warm and tight you are, not wanting to lose a single expression on your face.
“Shit… hold a second, Angel”. You beg closing your eyes when his cock finds your limits.
“Okay, okay, baby. It's okay… you want me to pull it out?”
“Please, do—don't move”.
“I will not”.
He tries to comfort you leaving smooth kisses all around your face, caressing your arms with his fingertips. You can't deny that it hurts and itches to some extent, until almost a minute passes by. He moves himself slowly, when your body is less tense, surrounding you with his arms. Now, you can feel it. You can feel the pleasure of his hard cock stretching your tightness, once and again. Slow. So slow that it's driving you insane.
“¿Estás bien, mi dulce?” (You okay?) He whispers with shaky breath on your ear. You just nod. It's impossible for you say a single word. “Fuck, baby… this is the fuckin' paradise”.
He makes you chuckle, pounding you as soon as he knows that you're good with that, hitting your g-stop and making you scream out full of pleasure.
“That's it, baby… Fuck... Do it again”. He begs you, thrusting his pelvis against you somewhat harder. You can't help but moan loudly again. 
He's helping you to discover feelings that you never thought you would be able to feel. The mix between tickles, pleasure and chills, making you lose your mind. His thrusts become constant, deeper, faster, as your vocals. He's enjoying more the fact that you're whimpering his name, that the pleasure of your first time gives him narrowing his cock inside you.
“Oh, fuck… Angel, don'—don't stop, please… I fucking beg you!”
“Not until you cum on my dick, princesa”.
His growls against your mouth increasing the heat running through your body, bristling your skin. Leading his lips back to your neck, your boyfriend bites hard, pressing your fingers on his nape to push him closer. You open your legs a little more, but surrounding his waist with one of them intensifying the pleasure. You didn't finish yet, and you already want to do it again.
“Fuck, mami… on all fours. I wanna fuck you from behind”.
And that's sound so much better, until you feel empty whining upset a little, but adopting the position he has ask you.
“Chest down, mami”. 
When your weight is over your palms and your knees, he softly presses your nape to the bed.
“Raise your ass and spread those fucking beautiful legs fo' me”.
You do it, without complaining, anxious for feeling him inside. A strong slap right to your ass makes you squirm surprised, crying out because of it. But before you can say anything, his cock is pushing into your body again to the limit, drilling your pussy with repetitive moves. You're sure that your neighbors are going to hear you scream his full name, agsin and again. His fingers rabbbng on your hips and his pelvis colliding against your folds creating a delicious wet melody that floods your room, intermingling with your noises.
“You like it, mi dulce?”
“Yes… Yes… Fuck, Angel, you're so… so fucking big”.
Reyes tangles a hand in your hair, pulling you up until his chest finds your back covered by the kutte.
“This big cock is only yours, mi princesa”. He grunts into your ear, biting your lobe.
The position changes a little with your body stuck against his. His left hand travels to your throat holding it, while the other goes down to your pleased pussy being thrust into with all his strength, rubbing your clit with his forefinger. When you thought he couldn't give you more pleasure, he just does this other thing. Fuck you. Finger you. Bite you. All in one, and you can't fight your feelings much more.
“Angel… Angel…”
“Fuckin' cum, mi vida… make me happy”. He begs looking for your lips, twisting your neck a little.
“I wanna do'et rid—riding your cock… please. Shit, please, Angel”.
You're going to kill him, asking him those things. He's falling in love with you somewhat more every time you open your mouth. He pulls out himself, knowing that he's close to cumming, lying on the bed to let you sit on his lap. He doesn't miss a single detail, nor a single gesture, nor a single move, biting his lower lip and watching how you lead his cock back to your pussy. 
Your hips bounce on him, dancing above his pelvis, going a little bit deeper. You could say that coming to an orgasm is similar with using your fingers, but you would be lying. It hits you harder, warmer, closing your fingers on his chest and going faster when you feel the explosion inside your belly, arching your back. A howl full of pleasure in your throat, with your boyfriend's name on it.
“Shit, baby…” You're almost crying, leaping on top of him.
“Don't stop, mi dulce… I'm gon—gonna fuckin' cum…”
You're not. You want to feel him, speeding up your moves. By his heavy breathing you know pretty well he is on the edge, bending over his chest looking for his tongue. Kissing him, your hands lead his straight to your ass, slapping it again before squeezing it and helping you to go deeper on your pussy.
“Fuck, daddy… cum inside me…”
“Shit, how di—did you c…”
“Daddy… My daddy”. You gasps somewhat exhausted while he pushes you with non-stop.
“Beg for it, mi dulce… Beg for your daddy's cum”. 
Rolling over the mattress, putting your back on it, Angel thrust his cock faster with a hand wrapping your throat tightly.
“Oh, fuck…” You sob with your legs trembling a little more than before. “Fuck, daddy… Daddy, please… Cum inside me, I deserve it, please…”
“Yeah, babygirl… Daddy is gonna… make you feel full. Only your daddy Angel, you hear me…?”.
“Only you, daddy, but… fuck… please cum inside me”.
You catch his lips between yours, kissing him dirtly exploring his whole mouth with your tongue. Your boyfriend is out of air, moaning into your mouth when he feels the lash of heat hitting his lower abdomen, filling you with his seed and feeling how it spills down your thighs when he pounds you again, pressing his body against yours as much as he can. He holds it inside you, looking at your eyes burning in lust. Every time he bites his lip, your heart jumps, doing it as he pushes you a little more moving your body above the mattress some inches.
“Angel! Fuck!” You cry out, making him chuckles between some gasps.
“Fuck, mi dulce… You feel so good… so warm… so tight. Your pussy is suffocating me… so fucking much… shit, it feels so good, I swear to god”. He mutters exhausted, touching your lips with his.
“Hold it just a little more, please…”
“All the time you want, mi amor… This cock is only yours… Only for you”. 
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Crossing the clubhouse' main door sounds easy, but it's not. Your holding hands with Angel, carrying the helmet in the other. He looks at you for a second, leaning towards you to press his lips with yours. You know everything is going to be okay, even so you can't help but feeling a little terrified. 
“What's'ap, bro?” 
The guys receive you and, by the emotion on their faces, you realize that Angel probably told him. Finding your father stepping out from the Templo, followed by Taza and Tranq, you try to look calm.
“Buenos días, princesa”. He says practically ripping you out of Angel's arms, to hug you closer.
“Buenos días, papá”. You mutter a little nervous.
“Yo, Bish… op… Bishop. My bike. Is okay”.
“Yeah, it is”. He just say, holding you against his chest.
“How did you kn—”.
“I know every fucking smell of my daughter, pendejo. I ‘made’ her, remember? I've been taking care of her since she was fucking born”. Your father is pointing at him with his forefinger, again, showing his overprotective and jealous mood. “And you use that… fucking cologne that has a strong smell”.
“Dad, please… stop”.
“Listen to me, princesa. Si este pendejo te hace llorar, lo ataré al techo y le arrancaré la piel pedazo a pedazo. Después, se la haré comer”. (If this asshole makes you cry, I'll handle him from the rooftop to rip off his skin, piece by piece. Then, I'll make him eat it).
The whole group could have heard Angel swallow. But then it seems like heis reborn like a phoenix. Grabbing you from your father's arms and placing a hand on your waist.
“Look, Bishop. I'm not gonna fuck this up and I don' give a shit if you like or not. I love (Y/N), and I'm gonna take care of her”. You're freaking out, along with the crew. And God, he's so hot in that mood. “So, no matter how hard you try, she's my princ—”.
“Finish the sentence, and I'm gonna bury you alive, motherfucker”.
Taza is making a sign to end the conversation behind your father. Not this road, Angel Reyes. Don't ride this road. Obispo is lower than him, but he has his balls so fucking high.
“Mi hija, mi princesa. Don't you dare to cross the limit, Angel”. Your father is facing him, with his chin raised up. “I don't give a fuck what you do with her, when I'm not close. Unless you hurt her. But I'm here, and you're gonna fucking respect my rules”.
“Okay, dad, eno—”.
“Shut the fuck up, no one is talking with you, querida”.
Frowning, you know it's your time to set off the fire. Grabbing your father's kutte, you pull him outside of the clubhouse, while he continues threatening Angel in the distance. You lead him to the warehouse, closing the door behind you. 
“I'll fucking bury him, if he tries to call you again ‘princesa’ in my presence!” He shouts at you.
Here he is. Your jealous father. The most jealous man on earth. 
“Ok, dad, we all get it”.
“Don' fucking joke with me! You don' know how painful this is”.
“What the fuck, dad…?”
“Seeing you spending more time with him than with me. I understand it, you're growing and all that shit. But one day you will say ‘goodbye, I'm moving’ and I'll see you one or two hours every… I don' know how much days”.
“Okay, dad… calm down”.
You notice that your father is having a panic attack. Quickly, you help him to sit on a metallic box, kneeling close to him and taking off the kutte to undone some buttons of his shirt.
“Dad, breathe, okay? Breathe…”
He tries while you hold his hands, leaving some kisses on the back of them, until he starts to do better.
“You will always be mi rey, the one and only love of my life… okay?” He just nods with his gaze away from you. “There's no man , and no woman I could love more than I love you, you hear me? And I will not… limit myself visiting you just one hour every day, in the case I move on. And if I do… it will be in a lot of time”.
He doesn't say anything, sitting you on his lap and resting his face on your chest, closing his eyes, trying to keep calm.
“I hope you fucking used a condom”.
“Did you?”
“... I don' think so”.
“See, dad? Family business”.
“I'm gonna fucki—”
“Papá, te amo”.
“Bu—”.
“Shut up. Don' fuckin' ruin the moment”.
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Ranting and Raving About Magic in 2022
I haven’t written about Magic in ages, so what better way could there be to get back into the habit that a stream of consciousness spiel about the 2022 announcement?
Strap in, folks, because this is going to be long and poorly edited.
Actually, it’s not that long, about 1500 words. It might feel longer, though.
Neo-Tokyo or something idk
As one of the five people on r/magictcg that didn’t want to return to Kamigawa in standard set, I have to admit this one looks surprisingly awesome. The couple of pieces of art Wizard shared looked fantastic, as usual, and I’m a sucker for that blue/pink colour scheme. I’m not a huge fan of time travel as a story telling device but since the Magic story has always served the card game, using tropes I don’t enjoy is far from a deal-breaker. Yeah – I’m cautiously optimistic about this one.
Someone Made Elspeth an Offer she Couldn’t Refuse
Obviously, we know much less about this set. Still, it sounds right up my alley. I’m curious how Wizards is going to make Magic meets The Godfather work, but the good kind of curious. On top of that, I’d really like to have some more shard-based commanders on Arena for Brawl, and I assume we’re the “three-colour demon crime families” isn’t referring to clans (triome?) again after leaving Ikoria behind. Also, come on, how can you not love the sound of demon crime families?
Glory, Glory, Dom United!
There is a part of me that gets nervous about nebulous concepts like design space whenever we go back to an old plane again. All these crossovers (more on those later) take on a different appearance when viewed through an “are they running out of ideas” lens. Still, Dominaria was fantastic, by far the best “return to” set – though I’m hoping Innistrad claims that throne in a few weeks. With that in mind, I’m expecting Wizards to knock it out of the park with DU, just like they did with Dominaria.
The Nostalgia Wars
I might scoff somewhat at Magic’s storyline sometimes, but I’ve read the stuff that people think is good. I own both collections of the Artifacts Cycle. They all pale in comparison to good fantasy, but they’re not bad, and they hold a special place in my heart from when I was more invested in stuff like lore and story. The point of that ramble? 2022, more than ever, is Wizards’ mining the seemingly neverending mineral that is nerd nostalgia. It further adds to my “are they running out of ideas” worry, but I can’t say the nostalgia hit/psychological manipulation isn’t working on me. Hell, Return to Return to Innistrad has me more excited than any set for a couple of years now so I guess I’m part of the problem.
Uncaring
The phrase “not for you” is thrown around distrubingly often in Magic circles nowadays. Unfinity, however, is decidedly not for me. And that’s fine.
Dungeons And Dragons Battle for Baldur’s Gate Commander Legends I Think That’s The Whole Title But Maybe I Missed a bit I’m not Sure
Yikes, what a mouthful. I hate the title, both its length and unwieldiness. I don’t really have much interest in the set either. Commander Legends was a neat idea with a lot of flaws. Adding crossover flavour from another IP I have little-to-no interest in isn’t helping matters, though I appreciate that Adventures in the Forgotten Realms was super popular. For me, AFR was pretty much just a core set without any of the usual references to sets I do know and care about. Another “not for me” release.
Double Trouble
Hmm. I’m torn here. As a primarily limited-focused player, Masters sets have been some of my favourites ever. Original Modern Masters is still one of my in my top five sets of all time, and I have fond memories of almost all of the others, too.
Original Double Masters, though, was a victim of apathy brought on by the never-ending deluge of Magic product being released nowadays. I have never even seen a booster of this product, much less opened one. Without looking it up, I can’t even tell you if it was hurt by the pandemic or not, because there’s just way too much fucking stuff nowadays. I don’t know what else to say.
Oh, hang on. Was this the set with a $100 VIP Booster? Hahaha, fuck off.
Jump Around
The original Jumpstart was surprisingly enjoyable on Arena. I never wanted to play it more than a few times, and sometimes you got packs that relied entirely on your opponent getting mana screwed, but those few times I played it were pretty fun. I think putting stuff like obvious eternal format staples like Alosaurus Shepherd in a set like this is some extremely anti-consumer bullshit, but as a play experience it was an interesting mesh of draft and sealed. Not as much fun as either of those, but close enough that the novelty carried it into the “pretty fun, actually” camp. I expect more of the same – I’ll probably do a few runs if I have gems or gold spare.
Universes Beyond: Warhammer 40K Commander et al
Really, this is the bit about all the crossover stuff.
Another vomit inducing title and one that has left me with some introspection to do. Like many people, I find a lot of this crossover stuff distasteful, but I can’t really say why. The fact that the Street Fighter one – an IP I have some amount of investment in – seems less egregious than Warhammer of D&D makes me think that I don’t necessarily object to crossovers on principal. Does my dislike come from the fact that, so far, all of the other crossovers don’t involve properties I care about? Maybe. Even the mechanically unique line of text that pissed off so many people when the Walking Dead set came out doesn’t bother me that much, because Commander is a format I can take or leave.
The Fortnite one rubs me a different wrong way, though. Partly, it’s the sheer fucking inevitability of it all. Of course a popular part of the nerd sphere will have a crossover with Fortnite because that’s just the world in which we live. Partly it makes me feel old, uncool, and excluded, like all the other crossovers I don’t care about, sure. But there’s something more visceral about Fortnite. It’s fucking everywhere and I resent feeling like I have to have an opinion about it. Still, I don’t really have strong opinions about most of the other crossovers, so why this one? I really don’t know. Maybe this is one “this isn’t for you” too many from a game that has been part of my life for over 20 years.
I haven’t bought a single Secret Lair, but I’m generally willing to accept that they’re a bonus product that isn’t needed by anyone but is wanted by some. Hell, if they put out Secret Lair: Snapcaster Mage with good art (at last), I could probably te tempted into picking one up. It would be against my better judgement, though. Something about all these “not necessary but also don’t miss out, aren’t they cool, spend more money please” products rubs me the wrong way. Playing Magic and hating capitalism are difficult interests to reconcile. That’s it. That’s the tagline for this article.
Oh, right, it’s just a blog. Never mind.
Oh, God. The Fornite Secret Lair is going to be the Snapcaster Mage one, isn’t it?
Then there’s Lord of The Rings. My pal Kristen will be thrilled about this, was my first thought. I’m less enthusiastic (shocker, right?), but at least LOTR makes sense as a thing to crossover with. I mean, apart from the obvious business sense. It doesn’t have any guns and it isn’t an obnoxiously ubiquitous battle royale FPS, so that already puts it ahead of two of the other three crossovers. Indeed, without LOTR, you can make a reasonable case that MTG would never exist in the first place. Personally, I view LOTR in the same way I view The Beatles – they were important, and worthy of respect, but have been surpassed in every way since.
And the movies are better than the books. There I said it.
Regardless, this one is fine, actually. I still don’t particularly care for crossovers in general, especially as the setting for a standard set, but at least it makes sense this time.
Shut up Already
Alright, I hear you. I know a lot of that was negative towards the end, but I want to reiterate that a lot of the stuff happening in standard sets next year is really exciting, if a little unoriginal. The crossover/sellout stuff and the interminable deluge of FOMO-driven products is worrying and disappointing, but I guess we just have to try and ignore the ever-increasing number of “not for you” products and focus on the stuff we do like. Seriously, Neon Destiny looks amazing, and I don’t even like anime.
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Fordo being protective of his batchmates, that’s it that’s the ask please
Fordo being a good brother is just...  🥺 🥺 🥺
I really love his relationship with his vode okay 
I broke this down into three little snapshot type things so we could squeeze in some other characters besides just Fordo and Alpha. :D Borrowing Vortex was entirely necessary and I am SO DOWN to do it again - 
Anyways. Hope you like it! And I hope I didn’t write Fordo too similar to Alpha. XD
Tags: @dudewhynotthis @delta-the-mando @merspots @the-mandalorian-clone-lover @or-te-ka-ra (taglist is open!) 
17’s distracted frown has become a common sight lately. Fordo can only guess its cause this time around - it could be anything from cadets not performing to standard to another report of high casualties from another pointless assault ordered by a nat-born officer. 
Whatever the reason, it doesn’t take him long to decide that someone ought to broach the subject. It’s hardly likely that 17 will decide to do it himself, so Fordo takes the initiative.
“Me’vaar ti gar?” he asks, keeping his tone casual.
“The usual.” 17 looks tired. He’ll never admit it, of course, but it just so happens that Fordo knows him better than most. You weren’t always like this.
The usual could mean any number of things. 17 isn’t keeping him in the dark deliberately, but Fordo never liked having to guess and prod for details.
“Performance scores,” his brother clarifies as if he sensed the incoming question. “They’re lower than they should be, and I’d be lying if I said I knew why.”
“New batch?” Fordo guesses.
17 shakes his head. “That’s the problem. They’re halfway through the course.”
“Have you changed anything lately?”
“Nothing that wasn’t planned for.”
“Give them some time,” Fordo advises. It’ll likely do little to placate his brother, but on the whole 17 tends to take such things better when it comes from Fordo. A nat-born or a shiny wouldn’t stand a chance.
“We haven’t got time,” 17 mutters, more to himself than Fordo. 
“If you’ve done your job, you’ve done everything you can,” Fordo says bracingly, hoping a more direct approach will resonate with 17. “The rest is up to them.”
“If they’re not up to standard, then that’s on me,” 17 says flatly. 
It’s not a matter of their lackluster performance reflecting poorly on 17, Fordo knows; it’s the difference between life and death. For all that 17 insists on separating himself from his cadets, he wouldn’t have bothered taking training detail if he didn’t care. 
“You’ll figure it out,” Fordo assures. “Or it’ll work itself out. There’s bound to be some trial and error along the way.”
17 doesn’t look convinced, but his chin dips in a nod.
You’ll see, Fordo promises, wishing he could better articulate some sort of reassurance, if 17 would tolerate it. It’s not always down to you. 
He’s always pushed himself too hard, 17 - always burdened himself with carrying the weight of Jango’s legacy as though he couldn’t entrust any of the man’s ninety-nine other sons to do the job themselves. Fordo shouldn’t count himself grateful, but he can’t deny that he would be all too happy to pass it up, given the choice.
Better you than me, ner vod.
Fordo doesn’t pretend he always understands what goes on his brother’s mind, but if he can share that burden, even temporarily… well, he’ll have upheld his end of the deal. 
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For all that they’re soldiers, the near-constant disquiet lurking in Vortex’s eyes is a stark reminder that there are some obstacles even Jango Fett couldn’t overcome.
Fordo prefers to have a target in front of him, himself - an enemy that has the decency to identify itself from the start. He’s never grappled with things that can’t be seen when he can avoid it; those are Jedi matters, the likes of which Fordo doesn’t have any problem ignoring so long as it’s not an imminent threat.
He doesn’t bother asking Vortex if he’s okay. In short, he’s not. His brother is fearless and cunning and strong-willed - but he’s vulnerable, too. He’s on guard far too often for one to wonder if there isn’t a reason for it.
You don’t have to protect yourself from me, Fordo wants to say. But the invitation to lower those carefully crafted shields will only drive Vortex away. It’s a complexity Fordo doesn’t fancy he’ll ever unravel, so he navigates the situation as best he can.
“I have some stuff to take care of if you want to join me,” he says. “Mission reports and the like. Nothing exciting, but I’d welcome the company.”
The answer in Vortex’s eyes is plain. The hesitation isn’t far behind. It’s almost painful, to see how clearly his brother longs to give in, only to be held back by some inhibition that isn’t entirely of his own making.
“Hey,” Fordo presses gently. This isn’t his territory at all, but if he doesn’t try, who will? 
“You don’t have to explain anything to me if you’re not ready. But you don’t have to be alone, either.”
Vortex wavers.
“Besides, someone has to keep me on track,” he continues, opting for a route that’s kinder all around. “As Seventeen so kindly reminds me, I’ve been lagging in the paperwork department.”
Vortex’s first instinct will always be to turn to Alpha, but Fordo likes to imagine he’s a suitable alternative. He doesn’t think he’s imagining the gratitude that smooths the creases of his brother’s frown. 
It’s not quite a smile, but it tells Fordo everything Vortex doesn’t yet know how to say.
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Plenty of their brothers dismiss Maze out of hand for being too uptight or too rigid, but there are times when Fordo finds his methodical manner oddly reassuring. It’s almost comical, the contrast between their respective approaches, but Maze is as steady as they come. 
“Sounds messy,” Maze opines when Fordo gives him a rundown of the situation that’s brewing in the Ryloth system.
“Got it in one.” Talking to a grainy holo of his brother isn’t half as satisfying as holding a conversation face-to-face, but Fordo takes what he can get. “Guess who’s on standby.”
“Why not send an infantry battalion?” Maze says critically. “Your squad shouldn’t be used as front-line troops.”
“Tell that to command,” Fordo says, unable to hold back a sigh. “We go where sent.”
“Go careful, though, yeah?”
“With the way things have been going this could blow over in a few days. I’m not too worried.”
“Or it could get out of hand,” Maze cautions. “I wouldn’t assume anything if I were you.”
It’s nothing Fordo hasn’t figured out for himself, but he doesn’t berate his brother for it. Maze doesn’t get too many field missions anymore; Fordo can only imagine how frustrating it must be to watch the rest of the Special Operations Brigade come and go on any number of high-risk assignments. 
“You ought to see if Zey will let you loose for a while,” he suggests. “Field ops take priority over paperwork.” 
Desk duty is a waste of Maze’s skills, too, but even Fordo knows better than to say that.
Maze’s jaw tightens. “I’m sure someone will need a new assignment soon.”
Not that they have the numbers for that; the first year of the war did a number on the commando squads. Even with the combined strength of the cross-trained ARCs and Republic commandos, they’re operating at less than half the original strength of the brigade. Fordo doesn’t see the sense in keeping Maze tied to Coruscant, and he can’t fathom why it’s so difficult for General Zey to puzzle out, either. 
“We’ll watch our backs,” Fordo promises. “You promised me a drink a while ago, remember?” 
Maze cracks a smile. “So I did.”
“I’m holding you to that. Gotta have something to keep me going out here.”
“K’oyacyi, ner vod.”
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Fluff Alphabet - Beckett x Anna
Word Count (Including the questions): 2075
A/N: Hi friends! I just really wanted to manifest the fluff energy into something! Some of these are are lot longer than others. Hope you guys enjoy it!
Tags: @miss-smrxtiee , @holystxne, @adam-dumortains , @herarmoredheart , @ilikeyellingatmyscreen
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A = Attractive (what do they find attractive about the other?)- Anna and Beckett love everything about each other, but if you would force them to pick their favorite Beckett would say her duality. It may sound weird but Anna is optimistic, a very sunny person in real life. She loves how happy and loved she makes him feel simply by existing. Though, one time he had walked in Anna’s meeting room during a company-wide crisis and Anna had the poise, eloquence, intelligence and leadership skills to get the job done under an excruciating amount of stress. This stunned Beckett (and left him very turned on) of Anna’s stature that demands respect; he always knew that she’s a force of nature when she needs to be. For what Anna loves about Beckett, she would say his passion. His passion for his career. His passion for awards. His passion and ambition. His passion for her. His passion wanting to be a better man. Even his passion when they’re in bed...
B = Baby (do they want a family? why/why not?)- 100000% yes. Beckett would absolutly love being a father of Anna’s children. Anna has wanted to be a mother for as long as she could remember. Especially since she really wants a family of her own with Beckett.  
C = Cuddle (how do they cuddle?)- They like cuddling whenever they need to when they’re alone. But they like to do it best naked in bed, after doing something sexual. Anna loves to intertwine her legs with Beckett's legs and laying her head on Beckett’s chest, giving him kisses right above his heart. Beckett loves wrapping his arms around her, cradling Anna’s head and lovingly kissing the top of her head. 
D = Dates (what are dates with them like?)- Before they graduated they’re dates were low-key but still filled with love. But since they’ve become public figures and the public eye is always on them, they have more high-class, really expensive dates. Though whoever is the one responsible for planning the date they’ll make some sort of extra mile to make their dates special. 
E = Everything (“you are my ____” (e.g my life, my world…))- For Beckett, Anna calls says “you’re the love of my life” to Beckett. For Anna, Beckett would say “you’re my amazing sunshine” to her and whenever they say that to each other the break out in loving and wide smiles.
F = Feelings (when did they know they were falling in love?)- Beckett can’t pinpoint exactly when he fell in love with Anna since it’s probably like, before their first year of Penderghast ended. The word “love” first came to mind when he thought of Anna when they played hooky and skipped class (book 2 chapter 6) but quickly extinguished the thought out of fear that she probably thinks of him as just a friend with benefits. He remembers wanting to say it for the first time when Kane had kidnapped Anna and he was desperate to make a portal to her no matter if it killed him. For Anna she knew she loved him the moment he called out Kane after one of his minions put an illusion spell on her and Beckett went all ‘over-protective boyfriend’ (book 2 chapter 9) and they weren’t even dating at the time!
G = Gentle (are they gentle? If so, how?)- One of the biggest reasons why Beckett fell for Anna is because she is a great listener and very empathetic when it came to his family issues (like in book 2 chapter 2 when Beckett was upset because of Katrina’s professor position). Her kindness and gentle nature towards not just him, but to others makes his heart flutter every time, often caught staring at her in amazement. Beckett, on the other hand isn’t the most gentle person to others. But Anna feels special, knowing she’s the only person on this planet who sees Beckett’s thoughtful, sweet and romantic side. The way he cups her face and gazes in her eyes, how much effort he puts into their dates, the way he worships her with even the smallest of touches. Anna absolutely loves this incredible man that she’s fallen for, and at various times wonders what she did to deserve him. 
H = Hand/Hold (how do they like to hold? how do they like to hold hands?)- They hold hands whenever they can. When they go out on family dinners, especially Anna’s family they’ll joke it’s glued together. For Beckett’s family, since most of his family gathering are fucking full-on galas, the extended family will sometimes gossip about them. They’re really excited for Anna to join the family but that’s mostly because of her luxurious and and elegant public image and the prestige she’ll bring to the family name, they do know that she makes Beckett happy, though. 
I = Impression (first impression/s)- As we all know, Beckett was really fucking rude when they first met, and Anna hated him. For Beckett he was obviously rude, but he was secretly intimidated by her, because her could feel her magickal potential the moment she landed on campus. If only they knew back then how much they would mean to each other later in life...
J = Joker (are they into pulling pranks?)- They actually don’t play pranks on each other at all but Anna jokes around with him constantly. Beckett adores Anna’s sense of humour and that he can make him feel better and laugh even on the most stressful of days. Though, Anna plays pranks on the rest of the PendPals, even after their graduation! Beckett says “I’m opposed to joining in on this nonsense” but let’s honest, Anna is his biggest weakness so he’ll join and help her and even get a laugh form it himself. 
K = Kisses (how do they kiss?)- They kiss whenever they want to want. Whether it be a quick kiss when the other needs to leave or kissing like their lives depend on it, pushing each other on the nearest surface, getting their clothes off. They’re both amazing kissers. They both love when they lose their inhibitions and they kiss. The moans, the tiny gasps and gripping each other’s clothes. 
  L = Love (who says I love you first?)- Beckett said “I love you” first on their last day of their second year at Penderghast. He couldn’t keep it in anymore and he needed to say before they parted for summer break again. Anna was overjoyed that Beckett said the 3 little words and when she said them back, the both of them felt both elated and sad. Elated because they confessed their immense for each other and sad because they had to leave for summer break the next day. 
M = Memory (their favourite moment together)- I don’t think they’ll be able to choose, so I’m just gonna list them. 
- The first time they slept together (book 1 chapter 15)
- When Beckett healed Anna after falling in the mirror dimension (book 1 chapter 11)
- Anna’s birthday (book 1 chapter 14)
- When Anna came to visit Beckett in the medical ward (book 2 chapter 12) 
- When they said I love you to each other for the first time (book 2 chapter 17)
N = Nickel (do they spoil? do they buy the person they love everything?)- People ask “would you rather sentimental gifts or expensive gifts?” but for Anna and Beckett; who are some of the most richest and most famous people in the world, why not both? Anna likes to design luxury watches for Beckett every once in a while for a gift with loving messages engraved inside. Beckett loves gifting her experience, like trips all over the world on Anna’s private jets. 
O = Orange (what colour reminds them of their other half?)- Yellow, gold and light pink remind Beckett of Anna, because yellow and gold represent sunlight and Anna’s Beckett sunshine. And light pink because it’s Anna’s favorite colour. Gray, sliver and dark blue remind Anna of Beckett. Dark blue because that was the colour of Becket’s blazer when they were in college. Silver reminds her of his metal attunement and gray is the colour of his deep eyes. 
  P = Pet names (what pet names do they use?)- They will call each other baby, sweetie, sweetheart or call each other they’re last names. After they got married Anna’s full name is now Anna Yoon-Harrington but they both love it when Beckett just calls her Mrs. Harrington. (Beckett gets really horny when Anna calls him Mr. Harrington in bed but you didn’t hear that from me...) 
Q = Questions (what are the questions they’re always asking?)- They will often ask each other how much they love each other and what they love about each other. Sometimes they’ll ask each other when they’re just relaxing together, when the other is feeling down, or just because! They love being in love with each other. 
R = Rainy Day (what do they like to do on a rainy day?)- They’ll just stay inside and have a low-key night with each other, get some takeout, and watch some TV. They might get some work in and maybe even workout together but Anna bought her own personal gym for more intense exercises and Beckett does very calming yoga. 
S = Sad (how do they cheer themselves/each other up)- Beckett will wrap her up in his arms and comforts her, saying that he loves her and that she’ll be able to figure it out. When Beckett feels sad, Anna will just be near him in case he wants to talk about it. She’ll cook one of his favorite meals or order something. They both also love comfort, loving sex to make the both of them feel better. 
T = Talking (what do they love to talk about?)- Beckett loves talking about his studies and new discoveries in his research. He owns one of the biggest and technologically-advance research centres in the world. Anna often visits him, whether it’s because she misses him or because of work, since the both of them are in science but Beckett advances magick (mostly ward and portal magick) and Anna is in tech. But above all, his favorite thing to learn is all about Anna. Learning about her makes him so happy, wanting to memorise and learn everything about her. What she loves, what her plans are for the future and what makes her happy. 
U = Unencumbered (what helps them relax? Include a headcanon!)- For the both of them, the others mere presence is enough to comfort them, even if they’re even not talking. When they were seniors in Penderghast, Beckett had his finals and he was beyond stressed. But when Anna sat on his lap and wrapped her arms around neck and laid her head on his shoulder, he wrapped his arms around her waist, he had never been so calm during studying! 
  W = Wedding (when, how, where do they propose?)- Beckett proposes on one of their international dates about a year and a half after they graduate. (They’ll both be around 23-24) He’s kind of scared because they’re both so young but deep down in his heart, Anna and him being soulmates is a 10000000% certainty. (I might do a wedding/proposal fic in the future!) 
X = Xylophone (what’s their song?)- “Can’t Help Falling in Love” is their song. One time Anna sang the song softly when she thought he was asleep while she was caressing his cheek but he could hear her singing the entire time. Beckett had never heard such a beautiful and ethereal-sounding voice.  
Y = You’re the ___ to my ___ (e.g the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)- Beckett said “You’re the key to my heart” once to Anna, not realizing how cheesy it is so Anna will repeat it from time to time, as a way to tease him. But in reality, her heart absolutely melts and she breaks out into such a large smile that her jaw starts to hurt every time she thinks of it. 
Z = Zebra (if they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?)- Anna’s lumien, Solar, already lives with them though Anna would love a small kitten. Solar and Navi (Atlas’ familiar) already have play mates every time Anna and Atlas meet. 
That’s the end for the fluff alphabet! I hope you enjoyed it!
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May I have a haikyuu and mha match-up please
Hi my name is rex, i’m queer and use they/them pronouns and i’m 15. And i would prefer someone not over the age of 18 plz.
have like a caramel colored skin-tone and im 5’3 (short king). Rn i have a purple-pink short mullet and i have pretty curly hair(the ethnic popped off hehe), im pretty chubby but i have an hourglass shape, im pretty busty(im a fuckin k cup bro😭) and thicc thighs(thicc thighs save lives, sorry i’ll stop). I dress pretty alternative but i cant just choose one subculture tho, i wear a lot of heavy eye makeup. I could say i dress kinda “showy” but thats kinda what only fits me, but also who gives a fuck.
Im a libra sun, scropio moon, and gemini rising. This means that im a pretty social person and always wanna hang out with friends and just have fun, but moon in scropio makes my emotions rlly haywire and kinda boosts any sorta negative emotion, which is hard when you have chronic anxiety and major depressive disorder. Which also means i take medication for it, which i forget a lot. And because of these things i have anxiety tics, where it ranges to making noices and twitching a bit to full on hitting myself and saying random shit. But I really like making people laugh, it makes me feel helpful, but im also good at being to mother figure for people. I also like playfully bantering with people, like i love you but will full on roast you and get into fake fist-fights. I am a bit of a violent person at times but I have a punching bag and boxing gloves which help a lot. But I only get that angry when someone uses an insecurity of mine against me or is talking bad about someone i love, cause it you do that im beating your ass. I do have a bit of body insecurities mainly about my hip-dips and stomach. But because im curvy i get hit on by adults a lot and its creepy as fuck.
My hobbies include art (painting, drawing), sleeping (because i stay up mad late😭✌🏽), reading comics, Marvel and D.C superheroes, and super villains, cartoons, and anime/manga.
My favorite music genre’s are rock, alternative, emo, rap, and a little bit if indie music.
Personality: funny, sarcastic, creative, kind, inappropriate and the right times. Like im not gonna pull out a dick joke in front of your family
Hi, amazing person! First, let me tell you, you are beautiful just the way you are. Ignore the bad things and keep on moving forward. Second anxiety and depression are not something to be ashamed of or feel bad for, these are things that naturally go away with time just like scars heal, saying from experience <3
(I am glad you won't pull out a d joke in front of my family)
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MHA
Pairing: Denki Kaminari
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The very first thought I had after reading your description was: "omg a Denki Kinnie."
Ways I think Denki is similar/ matches with you:
Denki is a friendly, social, and energetic boy who likes to hang out with people. Denki is somewhat flirtatious and is also a bit of a jokester and likes to tease others with playful comments.
Denki has an interest in appearing cool and trendy in order to impress people.
He does not appear to pay much attention in classes and suffers anxiety attacks when dealing with tests, at which point he becomes increasingly agitated and aggressive.
Despite this, Denki can show surprising knowledge about certain areas such as literature, art, and music and possess a large vocabulary.
He will never judge you for who you are and how you look and you two will overcome any stigma together.
Overall recommendation: 9/10
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HAIKYUU
Pairing: Nishinoya Yuu
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Nishinoya is a very energetic and temperamental person. Although he hardly ever worries about the consequences of his actions, he is considerate of his friends' feelings and insecurities.
He is the best match for you in HQ cause:
He is quirky, spontaneous, laid back, yet serious at the right time.
Nishinoya can be extremely impatient, excitable and impulsive.
He had many fears, which he could overcome by his grandpa teaching and telling him to never be afraid to ask for help whenever the fear doesn't fade.
He doesn't bother to filter his words and is therefore prone to blurting out whatever he's thinking in a loud and tactless manner.
He thinks that curvy people are pretty and would practically worship you.
Overall recommendation: 8.5/10
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Thank you for requesting this, I am trying to answer as many as possible, I apologize for the delay, hope you like it :)
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