#dj's and does events set up

[kristybluebird]

20 years later RGU

#rgu #nanami is the oldest at 33 cause she got out of there right after Anthy #others mostly left at the end of the next year wich was 10 years irl oops #anyway this series of post series head canons headcannons have spiraled into a Byzantine narative existing only in my head #nanami being the center of everything of course #ive got a little fancomic worked out and thumbnails for an amv where shiori comits a bunch of arson in a mostly abandoned ohttori #dont know how far ill get with any of that tho #anyway Nanami is a girlmom in this wich is troublesome cause she herself was not raised #she also flew bush planes in her 20's #thats kozue at the bottom shes 23 cause she got out same time as miki and juri #dj's and does events set up #shes the only one who's in frequent contact with nanami #was a very hard decision to change her hairstyle cause it was iconic in canon but im happy with the results #speaking of hair Miki grew his hair out in subconscious emulation of utena who he doesnt remeber but its not an accident that he's looking #more like mikage #who he also doesnt remember #the shadow play is a velvet ribbon refference #cw implied abuse #ask to tag #my art

[sagechanoafterdark]

Shoot Your Shot, Cupid

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader Word Count: 3,770 Warnings: mature language, unbeata'd, soft Bucky, lets assume Sam set him up for this one, female coded reader, happy ending because we all deserve it, TIME SKIIIIIP, best friend with good intentions that shows up for one job and then disappears, speed dating, one obnoxious man, all the soft feelings.

Hello Kittens, and Happy Valentine's Day. It's been a while since I wrote... well anything and I was working on this for a couple of months but I think it's come all together now. Hope you enjoy it!

This couldn’t get much worse.

Tricked by your best friend.

Nay, betrayed.  

By someone you implicitly trusted.

There would be no forgiving this.

Never, not ever.

The dinner and drinks invitation a few days before the start of February was met with trepidation on your part. All Christmas season you’d feigned interest as Mellony, your best friend, thrust every single co-worker, neighbor, and wait staff at you to find you someone to share the holiday with.

You couldn’t blame her. After all, Mellony was blissfully happy with her fiancée and only wanted the same for you.

All that you could forgive.

But this?

This was a complete and utter betrayal.

A deep and unimpressed frown marred your face as Mellony took the sticky name tag off the table with her perfectly manicured nails. Peeling the back with an ear-to-ear grin and pressed it against your chest. “There,” she exclaimed with joy, lacing her fingers together. “Now you’re all set.”

Looking down at the beautifully scrawled letters framed by little hearts you couldn’t help but curl your lip and whine, “Mel, you promised.”

The blond snorted and rolled her enormous puppy dog eyes, “I never promised anything.” Looping her arm through yours she practically began to drag you through the convention center doors and past the sign that sealed your fate.

Cupids Bow Speed Dating Event.

“Yes, you did,” you reaffirmed. Glancing around the room packed full of men and women in a combination of sweaters, suits, and cocktail dresses. “You promised not to try and set me up with anyone again.”

“This is my speed dating event. It doesn’t count.”

“I can assure you it does.”

“Nooooo,” she practically sang, turning around on her heel with that adorable mischievous smile of hers. “I promised that I wouldn’t set you up with anyone I knew. Everyone here was vetted by my team. I don't know any of these people.”

Grumbling she began tugging you towards the stage as intro music began to play softly from the DJ booth. Mellony paused, gripping your hand tight and looking down at you as the DJ introduced her, “Please, stay? I just want you to find someone.”

“Mel,” you hissed with disapproval. “I don’t need to find someone.”

Whether or not she heard you was unclear as the music swelled and Mellony put on her famous razzle dazzle smile and waved at everyone as she took the microphone and the presentation began. Your eyes swung to the crowd of people, more than three dozen people silhouetted against the stage lights and it made you shiver.

This was going to be a disaster.

Twenty minutes later your mind was glazed over with the audacity of men.

With every new ding of the bell, you found yourself becoming more annoyed. The match-making event progressed easily. People were divided into groups based on results from a questionnaire, something you distinctly remember Mel presenting to you as a fun Cosmo quiz, while one group remained seated the others rotated around the room.

By some stroke of luck, you were one of the people destined to sit. But that also meant that total strangers would be coming to your table to chat with you.

In all your years of singledom,  you’d thought you’d heard it all. Too fat. Too loud. Too smart. Too opinionated. Those were old hat by now, and you weren’t immune to the bitter words from unimportant people.

“I suppose you’re an attractive woman,” the suit across from you said thoughtfully. His eyes never met yours, instead looking around the room likely for the next victim of his charm. “But I’m not really into your hair color. How would you feel about dying it?”

The question hung in the air as you waited for the man to look back at you. When his beady eyes returned to your face you couldn’t hide the disbelief, waving your hand in the air with an icy finality, “Absolutely not. You can go.”

He didn’t wait. Standing so quickly the chair scraped against the floor as he haughtily walked towards the bar. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you pulled out your phone and began to scroll social media waiting for the next bell in fifteen minutes.

Not the wildest thing you’d ever heard, but the gall of some people astounded even you sometimes. This also wasn’t the first event you’d been to that Mel had put on, you’d come to one or two as she’d begun her match-making service so you knew the ins and outs pretty well. But getting the same questions over and over was getting old fast.

What do you do for a living?

Where are you from?

What’s your family like?

What’s your perfect date idea?

BOR-ING!

Just once you’d like someone to ask you a real question, something thoughtful instead of the surface questions you’d find on social media.

You couldn’t believe you wore your favorite dress for this nonsense.

The bell dinged once again and the shadow of a new man sat in front of you.

“Hi.”

“Hello,” you said not looking up from the device in your hand.

“Come here often?”

“To a dating event? No,” the words were flowing out of your mouth easily. Canned responses for canned questions.

There was a heavy pause, “You seem bored.”

“That’s because I am.”

A muted scoff came from the other side of the table, “What would make it more interesting then?”

A long sigh escaped you as you continued scrolling on your phone, “If someone would ask me a question of substance, maybe I would give them a chance for conversation.”

Again a long stretching silence from the other side and you had to resist rolling your eyes.

“Alright,” he rumbled, leaning back against his chair. “Then what’s one gift you always wish you’d gotten, but never did?”

That had your thumb pausing on the endless scrolling you were doing. Finally, your gaze flicked up and your brain stopped working for a brief moment as you took in the disgustingly attractive man sitting your opposite.

Coffee color hair, and a chiseled jaw dotted with a five o’clock shadow would be enough to make even the most choosy of a woman’s breath catch. He was wearing a bulky leather jacket in a building that was pushing 80 degrees, which was odd but not overly strange.

But oddly enough you felt yourself getting drawn in. Not by his cheekbones, the cut of his jaw, the dimple in his chin, or even the semi-scowl he wore.

No, it was his eyes. Bright blue soulful eyes, that sparkled a little as he sat across the table from you. Eyes that told a story all their own and drew you out of your scrolling for the first time that night.

Pursing your lips slightly you thought, “Hmm, I’d have to say it’s a puppy.”

His eyebrow arched slightly, clearly surprised by your answer, “A puppy?”

“Sure,” you said with a slight shrug. “A puppy is something I’ve always wanted but never gotten as a gift from anyone other than myself.”

“What kind of puppy?”

“Oh I don’t have a preferred breed,” you informed, tilting your head a little at the odd conversation. “But as a child, it was what I asked for every year as a present. But I never got one.”

His lips turned up in a half smile and you thought you were going to melt in your seat, “Asking for one every year and not getting one, sounds a little disappointing. Was that just a Christmas thing?”

“Nah,” you laughed a little, fingers picking at a little piece of lint on the edge of your dress. “Christmas, birthdays, Easter didn’t matter. If gifts were being given, it was at the top of my list. Every year I’d be running to the tree and picking up presents, looking for one big enough. It’s a running joke with my friends that I’d marry the first man to give me a puppy for Christmas.”

A brisk laugh escaped him, his lips pulled into a charming smile that had nervous butterflies leap up in your chest. “A puppy for Christmas,” he rumbled thoughtfully. “I’ll have to remember that.”

The response made goosebumps prickle along your skin and you held back a shiver, wetting your suddenly dry lips, “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“What’s a gift you always wanted but didn’t get,” you paused briefly a coy smile stretching your lips.

His smile turned into a smirk as he once again leaned back in his chair, blue eyes darting back and forth over your face as he thought about it. It was going well, your impish smile growing along with his own. That is until his smile began to fall, bright blue gaze darting a little more frantically over your face before he licked his lips and an unexpected tremor sounded in his voice, “I think, I think it was a sled.”

“A sled,” you asked, leaning forward a little in intrigue. “Like a big plastic one with the handles? Oh no, I got it you’re definitely an inflatable snow tube kind of guy.”

A balk of laughter sounded from him, making hidden laugh lines appear at the corner of his eyes as they brightened with your playful banter. “Nah,” he exclaimed, waving a hand. “More like a wood and metal one. It had bright red skis and a wooden seat top. That sled was all I wanted as a kid.”

An amused giggle slipped from you, “I had a wagon kind of like that as a kid, it was a radio flyer.”

His fingers snapped as he pointed at you with a little bit of excitement, “That’s it! A Radio Flyer sled, with a rope handle and foot steering bar. Though I don’t think I’d ever get one now. I’m a little too old to go sledding down a hill.”

“Age is all about perspective.”

He snorted, “Tell that to my driver's license.”

Genuine laughter bubbled up from inside of you as you leaned forward in your seat, a teasing retort on your lips. Before you could speak, Mellony rang her little handbell and people began to switch places again. But your blue-eyed stranger lingered at your table.

“Talk to you again?”

He sounded, hopeful. “Yeah,” you croaked out pathetically. “Talk to you again.”

You watched as he stood from your table and made his way across the room to his next table while another man took his place at your own. A feeling of disappointment swelled as you lost sight of him in the crowd of people, the feeling intensifying as this new man briefly introduced themselves before launching into a long Tinder-level introduction.

Two more men sat at your table, barely holding your interest outside of normal pleasantries before Mel rang her handbell in rapid succession. “Alright everyone that’s the first round,” she called from her place at the podium. “We’re going to break for thirty minutes. There are hors d'oeuvres and refreshments at the bar. Please feel free to mingle!”

The room of people began to stand and mill around as an uproar of chatter began. Your eyes picked out a couple of men from your group, pairing up with others and heading to the bar. Cordial smiles turned into pleasant touches and sweetheart eyes as they went.

The Cupids Bow Dating Event was a success and you couldn’t help but feel the swell of pride for your friend.

“Hey, Sourpuss,” Melody greeted, looping her arm through yours. “You having fun yet?”

Your mind drifted back to your blue-eyed stranger, “A little.”

“Well, I don’t know if you know this. But the point of speed dating is to, you know, find a date. I was watching you, and you gotta talk to more than one person,” she sassed.

Your mouth turned down to a frown for a brief moment, “I talked to someone.”

“Oh yeah? What was his name.”

Your mouth opened and closed a couple of times as you realized quickly you’d never even got Mr. Blue-Eyes name, “Shit.”

“What?”

“I didn’t even get Mr. Blue-Eyes name!”

“It’s Bucky.”

Turning around there stood Mr. Blue-Eyes himself, err… you meant Bucky. There was no doubt your embarrassment showed on your face, but the little nervous laugh that slipped out sealed the deal.

Bucky smiled at you, “That is if it’s me you were talking about?”

Wetting your lips you shifted, suddenly nervous before meeting friendly blue eyes, “Yeah,” you squeaked before clearing your throat. “I mean, yes. I’m sorry I missed your name when we talked.”

He was nodding for a brief moment, his eyes darting over towards the bar before taking a few steps closer to you and leaning down. “There’s a restaurant down the street. They’ve got pretty good sushi. You want to get the hell out of here?”

“Oh, my god yes!” The tips of your ears felt hot as you wished the ground would open up and swallow you whole but Bucky didn’t seem to notice your embarrassment. Instead, he offered up his right arm and you looped yours into it without hesitation.

Melody’s brow shot up out of surprise, “B-but that was only the first round! There are still two more.”

“I don’t think we need a round two,” Bucky said, the same charming smile pulling at the corner of his mouth and making his eyes crinkle.

“Yeah,” you laughed, in a teasing tone. “This round just might go to Cupid after all.”

Three years later.

Lights twinkled in the living room of your apartment, it was god awful early and you’d carefully planned today. Christmas day and you’d been waiting for this moment for two years now. Quickly and quietly you snuck out of the bedroom where Bucky lay wrapped up in the blankets and made your way to the front closet.

It was hard being sneaky when your boyfriend was a super spy. But after a lot of careful planning, misdirections, and a lot of help from Sam, you’d managed to do it and Bucky was none the wiser.

Tiptoeing towards the hall closet that Bucky never used you opened the squeaky hinged door in just the way so it made no noise. Reaching blindly into the black of the closet you felt around, past the dozen unused coats, jackets, scarves, and hats your hand met the back of the closet wall. Sliding quietly until your fingers brushed the cold metal you were looking for.

Jackpot.

Fingers wrapped around your prize as you gave a firm but gentle tug. A pristine, adult-sized, bright red and creamy wood seat Flex Flyer sled emerged complete with an enormous red bow.

Stifling a giggle you set it down.

“What are you doing?”

A shriek tore out of your throat as you jumped what felt like twenty feet in the air.

“James Barnes,” you scolded, heart beating a million miles an hour. “What have I said about sneaking up on me?”

“You were being sneaky first,” he said, brows drawn together as he tried to look around you. “What you hiding doll face?”

“Nothing!” You lied, spreading your arms and legs to hide your surprise gift.

It was at that moment you heard the vibration from Bucky’s phone clutched in his hand, the man tried to not look sheepish as he not so covertly pressed the silence button.

Suspicion immediately filled you, “Bucky? What are you doing?”

“What are you doing?” He shot back, his brow knits in suspicion.

It was a standoff.

The two of you staring each other down in the dark of the hallway in your matching Christmas pajamas. Someone knocking on the front door startled you both before Bucky cursed under his breath, pointing at you, “Don’t follow me.”

His instruction surprised you as he brushed past you in the small hallway. You scoffed under your breath, “You’re in your PJ’s Buck, how far are you going?”

Bucky paused before going around the corner, “I mean it.” There was another soft but hurried knock and he cursed before disappearing.

A tisk of disapproval escaped you, but urgency filled your movements the second he was out of sight. Hands shaking slightly you hurried, pulling the sled out from the closet with as much silence as you could muster before dashing the Christmas tree. Stuffing the sled behind the tree, a few bulbs swinging back and forth as you fumbled to fluff the crumpled bow on Bucky’s surprise.

A cacophony of hushed grumbles and whispers came from the front door, you could have sworn you heard Sam as the door closed with a thunk and the lock turned. In a matter of seconds Bucky was coming around the corner again, an enormous gold box gripped in his hands affixed with a brilliant glittering green bow.

It was clear that Bucky didn’t see you immediately as he juggled the wobbly box and tried to remain quiet as he did so.

“Whatcha, got there?”

Bucky startled, socked feet skidding to a halt just at the corner of the couch as the box wobbled in his hands again. Frustrated and accusatory blue eyes narrowed, “What are you doing in here?” He asked in a hushed whisper.

“What are you doing in here?”

“You better not be shaking presents.”

“Please,” you scoffed. “I’ll have you know I haven’t shaken a present since I was ten. What’s in the box, Jamie?”

Bucky flinched a little, his one weakness was when you called him Jamie. His shoulders sagged a little as his grip on the box tightened, “This was supposed to be a surprise.”

“Oh I’m surprised,” you said with a laugh. The mantle clock began to ding for the early morning hour. Five AM came so early now. “Do you want to open our gifts now?”

Bucky pursed his lips, body jerking as the box tried to throw itself from his hands. “I think now is best.”

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach at the prospect of what the box could contain. But your eyes flitted over to the space behind the tree where you’d stuffed Bucky’s surprise and the anxious feeling grew tenfold as you thought about the question you were going to ask him once he’d seen it.

Clearing his throat Bucky nodded towards the Christmas tree and the traditional present opening space. Dutifully you sat down in the chair, eyes darting over behind the tree to where your gift sat. “Um, mine's not wrapped.”

“That’s alright,” he said, setting the box at your feet as it rattled all on its own now that it was on the floor. “Where is mine and we’ll do them on the count of three.”

“Alright,” you agreed, fingers tapping the edges of your box. “Yours is behind the tree.”

You saw his eyes dart over to the tree and then back down to you, “On three.”

“Alright,” you agreed, fingers poised to rip at the bow on top of the gift. “One.”

“Two,” Bucky echoed, taking a step closer to the tree.

“Three!”

Your fingers began tearing at the bow on top of the gift box as it rattled against the floor. Pushing back the loose gold paper and terrible tape job before, POP!

Two of the most adorable brown eyes you’d ever seen stared up at you. You were stunned for a moment, staring down at the cutest little paws and wet nose you’d ever laid your eyes on.

“OHMYGODAPUPPY!!”

The shrieking sob spilled past your lips as you pulled the squirming pup into your arms, its tiny tongue licking and sniffing all over your face and mouth. Tears spilled from your eyes as the little bundle in your arms wiggled, squirmed, and kissed your face everywhere; its bottom wiggling so much they tumbled out of your arms and into your lap.

“Oh my god,” you blubbered, holding the precious little one to you. “Bucky! He’s so cute. Oh, it’s a she. She’s so cute, James. Oh god! Oh my god, I love her so much. I can't—I can’t believe this! This is real right? Do I get to keep her? Bucky?”

Looking up Bucky was angled away from you, the lights of the Christmas tree gleaming off of his arm as he held onto his new sled. His fingers found the tag as he stared at it in the dim lighting. 

He sniffled briefly before he began to read, “Roses are red, violets are blue, do me the—the honor—the honor of spending my life with you?”

Teary blue eyes turned towards you as you held the squirming puppy in your arms. “Doll,” he squeaked out with a sniffle as a few tears began to slip. “You…”

Looking up at him from your seat you reached into the side table drawer pulled out a distinctive black ring box and opened it. Inside, a single simple gold band that had Bucky’s breath catching.

“Will you,” you croaked out, clearing your throat a little more and juggling your new bundle of joy in your arms. “Will you marry me, James Buchanan Barns?”

A laugh escaped Bucky as he lowered the sled to the floor, and then himself. Bucky knelt before you, down on one knee, and reached forward towards the little puppy squirming in your arms. His fingers brushed against a tiny piece of string attached to the bow, you’d missed it but he lifted the dangling object for your inspection. A beautiful golden ring with what had to be the most enormous diamond you’d ever seen.

Your shocked watery gaze met Bucky’s impossibly blue eyes, “Only if you say yes too.”

The puppy leaped down from your lap, content to explore their new apartment as you slid down and onto Bucky’s lap. Arms wrapping around his shoulders and kissing him harder than you ever had before. Warmth blossomed in your chest as Bucky’s lips parted briefly with a light moan, kissing one another with dizzying urgency.

Gasping for air the two of you parted briefly, planting pecking kisses against one another lips.

“Is that a yes,” he husked, his hands sliding up and down your back.

“Yes, it’s a yes, Jamie.”

Grinning up at you, Bucky cradled you against him, “I didn’t know if you’d say yes.”

 “Of course I’d say yes,” you whispered, holding onto him tightly. “After all,  you did get me that puppy I’ve always wanted.”

A laugh escaped Bucky as he held you tightly and buried his face against your chest, his shoulders shaking in what could only be a relief, “Fuck, I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Blue-Eyes.”

END

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[raya-hunter01]

Let It Snow

One Shot

Jey Uso x Black Female OC! (Mila)

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut; oral, sex, fluff,

Summary: It's Christmas Eve and Main Event Jey Uso is upset that the trip that he planned for his girlfriend Mila is not off to a good start. Frustrated, Jey goes live on his Instagram complaining about the snow. Now going through a snow storm the couple decide to make the best of it..

Let it snow!

“Yo’…… What is this shit? All mountains…… Yo, this that stuff ya’ll don’t see though,” Jey sighed full of frustration as we were going through a snowstorm warning. “Come on babe, we’re almost there,” I sighed as he ended his IG story.

“I’m sorry baby, I’m just frustrated nothin’ is goin’ right. Our first rental broke down, and I almost missed the show tonight. Now with this rental, they let damn third and second-row seats down to inspect them and now they stuck, looks like we drivin’ a bed,” Jey said as I looked in the backseat. 

He had a point, but if he knew what I wanted to do on those seats, I don’t think he would mind.

“Babe, it’s fine at least they were able to get us this SUV at the last minute and they cut the price down,” I said trying to see the good in the situation.

“We could have been stranded in that town until after Christmas, but the rental place came through at least on that part,” I said trying to point out what we should be thankful for.  

“Yeah, they did so I’ll give them that, but the hits just keep coming.  How does a snowstorm warning come as the snow is falling? We stuck drivin’ like old people make love, slow as snails,” he ranted as I bit back a smirk at his analogy. 

“Look just breathe, It’s ok baby. Everything is working out, it’s just takin’ us a little longer than planned to get to the cabin,” I said as he kissed my hand.

“I know I’m trippin’ and I’m sorry.  I just wanted something better than this for our first Christmas trip together Mila.  It’s been a disaster, nothin’ has gon’ right at all,” Jey said glancing at me as I played with his hair.

“Jey, you can’t help what happened with the rental and you can’t control the weather. I’m just happy we’re here together," I said as he sighed, rubbing his hand over his beard.

“You right, but I still should have just requested the house show off today. We could have been warm in the cabin, and watching the snow fall instead of driving in it,” he said caressing my leg.

“Uh no, you shouldn’t have, the fans loved you tonight. Many people got those tickets as Christmas gifts and you guys made so many little kids dreams come true tonight. Never take that for granted because in an instant it can be gone,” I said as he smiled at me.

“I just love you da hell outta you, you know dat right," he said glancing at me as I blushed. 

Unbuckling my seatbelt, I leaned over slowly caressing his chin, gently kissing him on the neck as he groaned in pleasure.

“See you startin’ shit, don’t make me throw yo’ ass in the backseat and have my way wit you,” his deep voice warned as I smirked against his neck before returning to my seat looking innocently at him.  

“Then you lookin’ at me like that. I’m serious Mila, you gon’ bring in Christmas full of dick and carpet burns on yo’ ass, keep playin’ he said as I laughed.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, you gon’ have to stand on business you keep talkin’ like that now. I just wanted to tell you, that I love you too,” I said turning up the radio as he smirked keeping his eyes focused on the highway.

Jey’s POV

“Everyone here at the quiet storm would like to thank you all for tuning in on this cold, snowy Christmas Eve. Tis the season to be with the ones you love.  So, fellas grab ya ladies and make some beautiful memories,” the DJ said as Let It Snow by Boyz II Men and Brian McKnight began playing. “A’ight ya’ll set the mood,” I said as the slow ballad filled the car.

Let it snow

Let it snow

Let it snow, let it snow

“I know right, it doesn’t even feel like Christmas until I hear this. It’s one of my favorite Christmas songs,” Mila said leaning back in her seat, humming as I smiled at her.

Having an Idea, I looked at my road markers and turned off the highway. “What are you doing?” Mila asked as I backed off the road a little in between two trees turning on the brights making the deserted road covered with beautiful white snow glow.

“You’ll see baby,” I whispered turning up the music before I got out and went around to her side of the car, opening her door. 

“Jey, it’s cold as hell and we already ain’t dressed for this type of weather. You got on a hoodie, and I got on this dress,” she stressed as I laughed grabbing her blanket off her lap and helping her out of the car.

Hey, it's another Christmas Holiday

It's a joyous thing let the angels sing.

Cause we're together.

“You heard the DJ, he told me to grab yo’ fine ass and make some memories,” I said leading her to the front of our rental as she smiled shyly at me.

“You are just full of surprises,” she whispered as I twirled her around, wrapping her blanket around us as we swayed to the music. “Gotta keep you on your toes,” I said as she laughed.

“Nah, what you doin' is makin’ me fall even harder for you Mr. Fatu,” Mila whispered running her fingers through my hair. I felt my heart swell as her beautiful eyes held me captive.

“That means I’m on the right track Vaivai,” I whispered as she blushed at my use of my native tongue.

We got a thing here, can't let it slip away

Though outside is rain and sleet

When our bodies meet...

I don't care 'bout the weather

“So, you think I’m beautiful?” Mila asked as the light shone on her beautiful face making her even more stunning than she already was.

The snow seemed to be falling harder and I knew we should get back on the road, but I didn’t care I was in the moment with her and that was all that mattered.

“You my beautiful angel,” I confessed, pulling her closer as she laid her head on against my chest, slowly grazing her fingertips across my chest making my heart race.  

Let it snow, let it snow

Outside it's cold but the fire's blazin'

So baby let it snow

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

Feeling her shiver against me I wrapped her blanket tighter around us as she looked up at me smiling brightly.

“I would have never dreamed we would be out here dancin’ in the snow, I know you hate it,” Mila said as I gently kissed her.

“It seems to be growin’ on me…Especially since you here wit me,” I said, her hands caressing my face as I fell deeper into the beautiful pool of her brown eyes as she shyly nibbled on her bottom lip.

Mila's POV

Talk about a core memory…. Jey’s strong arms around my waist holding me close as we danced in the snow. I felt safe and loved, something he always promised me I would feel if I just gave him a chance.

I wanna wrap you up, baby

Then you'll see you're the only present I need

There's so much more

Waiting for you in store

 “You just keep biting dat lip, you know what that does to me, Mila,” Jey moaned gently caressing my lower lip with his thumb, his words making my pussy quiver.

“Stand on business then ma ave au,” I whispered kissing his thumb, slowly opening my plump lips, swirling my tongue around it as he growled lowly.

From this precious day

I can gladly say

There's no place that I'd rather be

“Mmm, you want me to stand on business and take you? That what you want baby?" Jey asked as I released his thumb. "Yes," I panted breathlessly as he used his thumb to once more caress my lips before finally taking me in a slow sensual kiss.

My knees became weaker by the second as we explored each other’s mouths, desperate to get closer. Three weeks had been too long for us both.

“I been dreamin’ bout you and what I’d do when I saw you again. You ready for me baby?” Jey asked, tortuously moving his kisses to my shoulder, playing with the straps on my dress.

And oh, you are my everything, come a little closer

God must have sent you down from heaven

Let it snow, let it snow

My hands trembling as I gripped his shirt. “Mmm, Yes, I want you so bad,” I moaned into the blistery night air unafraid to say what I wanted and needed.

Jey growled suddenly grasping my thighs, wrapping my legs around his waist, carrying me back to our SUV as I nibbled on his neck.

I don't care 'bout the weather baby

All I need you to do is be with me, baby

Let it snow

As long as you're here with me

Let it snow

“Once again Merry Christmas from the crew here at the Quiet Storm goodnight, everybody,” I heard the DJ faintly say as I feasted on Jey’s neck, his moans urging me to have my way.

Carrying me around to the back of the SUV, Jey opened the liftgate and gently laid me down as I slid back towards the front, avoiding our luggage.

 “Shit, the lights. We don’t need anybody stopping thinkin’ we need some help. We ain’t got much time, and you betta be naked when I get back Mila,” his deep sexy voice commanded as he ran back around to the driver’s side.

I quickly discarded my clothes laying on my blanket and using my dress as a pillow.

 I felt a blast of heat above me, feeling thankful he turned the heat up. Planting my feet and opening my legs I closed my eyes in anticipation.

Hearing the liftgate close, my breath hitched and my heart began to race as I felt Jey’s hand caressed my legs.

“Fuck, you look so gorgeous like this, waiting for me to take you,” Jey moaned as I trembled feeling him between my thighs lightly running his fingertips across my hips.

“Baby please,” I begged not ashamed in the slightest as his lips lightly brushed across mine.

“Look at me Mila, I want you to watch me… Watch me pleasin’ you baby,” Jey moaned grasping my chin, making me look at him as I trembled against him.

“Jey don’t tease me,” I whimpered against his lips as I felt him smirk. “I wouldn’t dream of it beautiful,” he whispered slowly inching into my welcoming fountain.

“Mmm, Fuck!” I exclaimed as each thrust was better than the last as I felt him growing more and more inside me.

“Yea, you love feelin’ dat dick rock up in dat pussy, don’t you baby?” Jey asked biting back a moan, clawing his back.

“Yes, baby, fuck yes,” I moaned, my back arched in ecstasy exposing my ever-sensitive neck. Growling in appreciation Jey began sucking greedily on my neck as my pleasure continued to climb higher with each powerful thrust.

“That's it, that's what I wanted...Just like dat Mila, you beautiful baby,” he praised as I shivered, his teeth lightly grazing my neck.

 I began to move against him as he hissed, stilling my hips.

“Not yet, I don’t want you to cum yet,” he declared sitting back on his knees, one hand grasping my hips, sinking slowly and deeply inside me setting a steady pace as the other lightly grasped my neck.

“Baby…babybabybabyjey. Mmm, you so deep,” I purred as he took me how he wanted.

“Mmhmm and you takin’ it all Mila. Fuck!  You such a good girl, I love dat shit,” Jey praised me as my eyes rolled back in pleasure.

“I love it too,” I proclaimed, sitting up wrapping my arms around his neck, and bouncing to meet his thrusts. Claiming his lips in a powerful kiss, our tongues met again with urgency.

"Fuck, Mmhm! Bounce on dat dick and show me how much you missed it", Jey whispered, intertwining our hands givin' me leverage as I bounced with wild abandon, on a mission for us both.

"Mmm, you like that baby," I groaned flicking my tongue against his lips as a low growl escaped them.

“Yes! Fuck yes,” Jey moaned, releasing my hands, lowering me down, and spreading my legs wider. His thrusts never faltered as a strangled moan fell from his lips as he snapped his hips forward, going deeper inside me.

"Jey! Shit!" I gasped, drowning in pleasure as he pleased me. His intense gaze holding me captive.

“Uh huh, I ain’t forgot bout that spot baby, fuck dat pussy getting’ even wetter for me. You close ain’t you?” Jey moaned as our hips pounded against each other.

Yes! I'm so close," I cried, my eyes glazed over in pleasure as I finally gave in and allowed them to close. Biting my bottom lip, I shyly put my hands over my face.

“Look at me, Mila stop hiding from me. If you don’t, I’ll stop,” Jey declared as I forced my eyes open." Jey, please,” I moaned as he began rubbing his thumb and forefinger against my clit sending shockwaves through my body.

“I got you, baby, I promise,” Jey moaned as I began moving against him again as he groaned. “Mmm, I know baby,” I moaned as his fingers swirled around my clit again before he traced my lips with the same two fingers.

“Open up for Daddy baby,” he whispered, slowly slipping his fingers inside my mouth. Groaning, I greedily began sucking on his fingers as he smirked at me.

“You taste good, don’t you? Let Daddy see,” He whispered, with a carnal gaze rendering me speechless as he pulled out abruptly.

 Whimpering at the loss of him, Jey threw my legs back, and greedily began sucking my clit between his lips as I squirmed beneath him. “Oh my God Jey!” I cried  gripping his hands on my legs as he controlled my body.

“Yea, It’s me, baby, It's been too long since I've tasted you," he moaned curling his two fingers against my g-spot.

“Yes, it has! Eat your pussy, baby,” I praised as he devoured me whole as I used as I began moving against his mouth with a purpose.

“Mmmhm, you taste so good, I been waitin’ on this,” he proclaimed curling his fingers even faster as he flattened his tongue lapping it against my clit his gaze never leaving mine.

“Oh, fuck! Yes, get nasty with that shit, lick it all up baby,” I purred as Jey growled, simultaneously moving his fingers and tongue together even faster in sync.

 My body whimpering in need, steadily climbing heights I didn’t even know existed until I had nowhere else to go.

“God, I love you!” I cried reaching my peak, spilling into his awaiting mouth as he drank my essence humming in satisfaction.

“Mmm, I love you too baby,” he moaned caressing my thigh as I fought to catch my breath.

“That was amazing ba- Shit!” I exclaimed as he entered me swiftly towering over me, his lips overpowering mine we tasted each other.

“Yes, it was but I ain’t done wit you yet,” Jey moaned thrusting long and deep inside me as felt my body begin to tingle all over again.

“I want you to cum when I tell you to. Do you hear me?” Jey grunted nibbling on one of my nipples while caressing the other before giving the other the same equal attention as I continued to melt into him.

I knew Jey felt I was close, as he began thrusting harder. "Jeyjeyjeyjey….…. Oh, baby!” I gasped almost chanting, pushing at his lower abdomen. Each thrust was more powerful than the last as he went deeper, rendering me unable to think.

“Move yo’ hand, why you tryin’ to run,” Jey groaned biting his lower lip never stopping his thrusts as I felt myself about to tip over the edge of ecstasy again.

“Stop runnin’ Mila, all this is just for you… Don't be scared, get your nut,” Jey moaned moving my hands as he went deeper.

“Mmm, fuck, I can take it. I can take it all ” I moaned as Jey leaned down, grasping my throat, taking me in a possessive kiss as he continued to take me deeper and deeper.

“I know you can take it all baby. You look so gorgeous takin’ it too,” he groaned against my lips as I writhed beneath him, both of us chasing climax.

“Mmm, right there. I'm bout to cum,” I moaned as he trembled against me as my pussy pulsed, engulfing him tighter.

“Shit! Me too, cum wit me beautiful,” Jey moaned as I fell apart in his arms “I’m cummin’!" I exclaimed as we went over the cliff together slowly falling back to earth as he collapsed in my arms, his head laying on my chest as I played with in his hair.

Totally spent and trying to catch my breath, I looked up at the clock on the radio, damn 12:30 a.m.

“Merry Christmas,” I whispered as Jey gently kissed me. “Merry Christmas baby,” he whispered, sighing against my lips as his phone rang and interrupted our moment.

“Damn it’s Jimmy,” Jey said reaching up front, getting his phone as I started putting my clothes back on.

“What’s up, Uce,” he said putting Jimmy on speaker phone, pulling up his sweats and putting his hoodie back on.

“Aye, where the hell ya’ll at?  We just got to our cabin and I didn’t see ya’ll's SUV next door. Ya’ll left before we did, is everything good Jimmy asked as Jey sighed.

“Yea, we good, Uce,” Jey said as he stared at me licking his lips as I blushed, not believing what we had just done.  

“I checked your location and you been in the same spot for awhile. Ya’ll didn’t break down, did you?” Jimmy asked as I shook my head.

“Nah, we bout to get back on the road, Uce, we just stopped for awhile the snow was getting to me,” Jey said as I raised a brow at him. “Damn liar,” I whispered as he smirked.

“Uh huh, more like seeing Mila again was getting’ to yo’ ass,” Jimmy snickered as I climbed back into my seat as Jey opened the liftgate and went back around to the driver’s side to get in.

“Bro, chill we on the way, and the snow ain’t too bad now so it shouldn’t take us long,” Jey said starting the SUV as I bundled back up under my blanket.

“A’ight well text me when ya’ll get here, maybe we can all do breakfast a little later on today,” Jimmy said as they exchanged their goodbyes.

“Well let’s gon’ knock this last hour out,” I said as Jey smiled at me.

Yea, let’s do that cause when we get to the cabin….Oouu you in for a long ass week. I doubt we gon’ be goin next door to have breakfast with Jimmy and Trin later on today.. Maybe tomorrow but definitely not today,” he said as I laughed.

“Well I’ll hold you to that,” I said as he kissed my hand. We had another hour to ride in this snow but one thing was for sure…

This Christmas was definitely shaping up to be one to remember.

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heyy I have a request!! so I really loved reading bite my tongue! it was great!!! it gave me kinda teenage vibes yk? party, sex and just fun. could u write a rindou x reader smut? yk 18 y/o RI doi with his 16 y/o gf? would that work? tell me if not. so I imagined that the reader has it's first te with rindou on rans house party (tenjiku or kantou manji time-line)!!! it would make my day?!! love u <33 !!!

Hello! Sorry it took so long to respond. Unfortunately, I cannot write minor content, though I know some countries consider 16 to be an adult. I will age the reader up to be 18. 

WARNINGS: alcohol, smut, virgin reader, unprotected sex, sex, f!oral. oh he's is so soft, i really do love him. IT IS CANNON THAT HE IS VERY SWEET/NICE. (pazuribe shibuya event confirmed lol)

They know you love him - one shot - request.

Having a super popular boyfriend makes it difficult to escape the scathing questions that people ask. How good is he in bed? What's he like in bed? Is it big? How long does he last? It was rather annoying and intrusive. Either way you couldn't give them an answer. Regardless of Rindou’s reputation, he was quite the nice guy - unlike the elder Haitani, Rindou was gentle. You’ve yet to lay with him, or better yet, you have yet to lay with anyone. 

Tonight you were going to face those questions again as the Haitani’s were throwing a house party. Of course Tenjiku members were going to be there and you expected quite the crowd. Not to mention the amount of females who were going to be like vultures and circling around your boyfriend. 

“Shion and I will be buying the booze - do you want anything in particular?” Ran asks you while you help Rindou set up the DJ booth and lights. “Hmm…what can your brother handle?” You say teasingly knowing that Rindou was within range. The hard smack of his lips made you both turn around and face Rindou - he was smirking. “I don’t know babe, I’ll have you crawling out of here - you can’t out drink me.” Challenging him for drinks was a mistake, but you had something up your sleeve. They’ve tried a lot of liquor before but you wanted to try something new. “Get me the Añejo Tequila, the one that’s in a twisted bottle and the cap looks like it was dipped in black wax.” You say mischievously. We’ll see who will be crawling by the end of the night. You think to yourself. 

After finally setting up everything, the first wave of people started to flow in. They brought booze and other things to the mix. Amongst them, the number of chicks slowly increased and began to circle around Tenjiku’s men. Before you knew it, the place was crowded and the music was blaring. Haitani parties were always like this - it was the talk of Roppongi. If you weren’t there, then you weren’t cool or important. Kakucho’s nervous smile always made you laugh, he’s the youngest out of all of them and from what you could see - he has zero experience with women. Shion had two girls on his lap and a third pouring booze in his mouth. Mochi and Mucho were in the crowd with their girlfriends. Izana was making conversation with the girls that were flocking around Kakucho, teasing him and also smooth talking to some of them. Ran, of course, had dozens of girls around him, each of them trying their hardest to snatch his attention with their skimpy outfits or pouty lips. 

That left you with Rindou behind the booth. You made your way back and forth between the booth and kitchen. Bringing him drinks and other things he needed. It went on for a few hours, but you never complained. While he was mixing music, he told you to go have fun, just don’t dance with any guys. As much as you liked their parties they threw, it was always hard to enjoy them when he was always behind the booth. “I want to dance with you.” You say in his ear but the crowd kept requesting songs and made it hard for him to leave the booth. “In a little bit. Gotta give the people what they want.” With that he went back to mixing. It made you feel rather ignored. Instead of protesting, you stepped down and went to the kitchen in search of some liquid courage. 

“Aw, did he blow you off?” One of the girls said as you poured yourself a drink. “gOtTa GiVe ThE pEoPlE wHaT tHeY wAnT.” You say mockingly and drink. They bursted into laughter, your friends knew the answer but they weren’t expecting you to mock him in such a childish way. “So…are you planning on getting your cherry popped tonight?” Someone asked. Their question made you giggle, there was no way, he was too busy and by the time the party's over - he always passes out. “The only thing that is going to get popped are my eardrums.” 

Throughout the night you drifted between the crowd and the kitchen, dancing and drinking. As much as you hated to admit it, he was a fucking great dj and played the best songs, sneaking in some of your favorites. Even though you felt as if Rindou wasn’t paying attention to you, his eyes followed you. Each sway of your hips had him mesmerized, he wondered if there was anyone stupid enough to lay a hand on you. Those who got a little close were met with an elbow pushing them away. You kept your distance and knew that Tenjiku’s men wouldn’t hesitate to start a fight. 

There was one song that he played that had people dancing close and sensual. The heat that radiated off of the crowd made you dizzy, they were close and personal. Some were beginning to make out with each other, others were leading each other out of the party or into the bathroom. Even your friends were slowly getting swallowed up by the sounds and their new boy toys. From the looks of it, you were the only one without a dance partner and it made you feel out of place. Yet the pheromones emanating off the crowd had you feeling more than just the effects of the alcohol. 

Everything looked like it was moving in slow motion with the flashing lights. “What's wrong? You look lost.” A familiar voice says right in your ear. Turning around you see the tall figure and signature braids. You chuckle and respond “The DJ needs a break.” You say with a smirk on your face. Ran wrapped his arms around your waist, gently pulling you in and moving to the music with you. He was close but not close enough to feel his heat. You were surprised, it wasn't like Ran to do something this bold with you - especially in front of Rindou. As long as he wasn't touchy with you, you shrugged and said what the hell. You needed a dance partner since your boyfriend was too busy to give you attention. This will surely bring him to her. Ran thinks to himself as he glances at Rindou, he is met with furrowed eyebrows and a glare so heavy that a chill runs down his spine. 

What followed was Ran spinning you around rather frequently while dancing so that almost the whole floor saw your lace panties. Tenjiku's single men, along with others, only titled their heads down a bit to get a better peek at you. The way you giggled and held on to Ran made it look like he was your boyfriend. “Izana… Isn't she Rindou's girlfriend?” Kakucho asks and gets worried about a fight breaking out. Izana laughed and continued to drink, “That's the point… she shouldn't be alone anyways - he's drawing Rindou in.” Ah, so that was the plan. He was doing you both a favor. 

After a few songs, Rindou still didn't come down from the DJ booth. “Ran, I need a break.” You pant and giggle as he continues to move you around. This man was seriously going to give you a workout. “Nuh-uh, you're my dance partner tonight. Besides, Rindou is still busy right?” Ran chuckles and pulls you in, he was close - a little too close. Oops… He thinks to himself when he feels your figure tightly against his. You quickly pulled away from him, this wasn’t an ok thing for him to do - even if you were close friends. Now he knew for sure that Rindou was going to stop the music, however the music continued without interruption. When Ran looked up at the booth he felt a slight sense of panic, Rindou was nowhere in sight. “Finally.” Izana says to Kakucho when he spots Rindou in the crowd. It took him a few minutes to come down from the booth, he needed to set up music so that he wouldn't have to go back up to the booth for a while. 

In the blink of an eye, Rindou was now standing in front of you - his face was calm, a little too calm. You knew all too well that he was seething on the inside. “Oh, little brother – don’t take my dance partner away…” Ran kept egging him on and you felt a sudden wave of worry when he placed his chin over your shoulder, he was too close to your face. “Ran, don’t tease him like that.” You say and pull away from him, you reach out for Rindou's hand in hopes that he isn't going to start a fight. Gently, he took your hand and pulled you away from the crowd - he was leading you somewhere. “Rin… Wait, where are we going?” You questioned him and struggled to keep up. 

Soon you were pushed through a door and the familiar space felt a little more threatening than welcoming. Strong arms spun you around and now you were facing your boyfriend. Those amethyst eyes were hazy and had a glint of jealousy in them. “It looks like I'm gonna have to claim you right here, right now so that they know you're mine.” His tone was low, his hands were snaking their way around your waist and the heat that radiated off of him was making your core throb. “Wait, Rin…your brother was only keeping me company.” You manage to say before he pushed you on the soft mattress. It didn’t matter, Ran was another man so of course he’d get jealous. The moment he got on top of you, you squeezed your eyes shut and prepared for the worst. 

The gentle kiss on your lips made you open your eyes, Rindou was smiling softly and chuckled. “Babe, I’m not gonna hurt you - I only wanted to take you away to spend time with you.” The sincerity in his voice made you feel warmth in your cheeks and butterflies in your belly. “You’re not mad?” You ask him carefully, you weren’t sure if he was tricking you. The tender kiss he placed on your lips answered your question. The sweet taste of liquor that danced between your tongues had you both panting and roaming your hands around each other. He was taking his time and slowly unbuttoning your shirt. The moment you felt his hand try to go between your legs, you stopped him. “What’s wrong darling?” Your hands were shaking, and your heart was pounding. You hid your face under his chin, you didn’t know how to tell him. 

He pulled away a bit to take a look at your face but you pulled him in and kept hiding your face. “Babe, hey - look at me. What’s wrong?” Rindou asked and managed to get you in front of his face. The worried look on your face made him feel bad for messing with you earlier. He asked you if you were mad at him for what he did or if you were frustrated with him for not paying attention to you during the party. You shook your head no and blushed even harder. “Rindou, I’ve never mentioned it before but I’ve never been touched by someone else nor slept with anyone before.” You whisper and bite your lip, you were expecting him to make fun of you or get turned off by your confession. Rindou snickered and cupped your face, his expression was loving and comforting. “You think I didn’t know? Baby, we’ve been together long enough for me to know you inside and out. Just for the record, I don’t care about that - whether or not you’ve done this before, you’re with me now and that’s all that matters.” Oh sweet baby cthulhu, this man was truly a prince, a king, a fierce god with a gentle soul. 

Looking into his eyes, you could feel a wave of relief wash over you. “A-Are you sure? I thought that-” You barely managed to say before a finger was placed on your lips to shush you. “I already told you, what matters is that you’re with me now. So…can I take care of you?” His words managed to make you let go of your nervousness and fear. With a soft nod, you allowed him to continue. “I promise, I’ll make you feel good. If at any point you want me to stop, just tell me, ok?” He whispered in your ear and began to trail kisses from your cheek to your jawline, and down to your neck. It was giving you goosebumps and making your body tremble beneath him. Soon his kisses trailed down to your chest, leaving open mouth kisses and unhooking your bra and latching on to your nipple. This was nothing like before, you and Rindou never really went beyond kissing, gentle touching over your clothes and dry humping - this was a whole new experience for you. 

You covered your mouth with your hand when you moaned a little too loud. However, Rindou moved your hand away and looked up at you with a devilish grin. “The music is loud enough to cover for us. I want to hear you say my name.” A chill ran down your spine, he was totally a different person. He was sweet and malicious at the same time. He went back to sucking on your nipple and rolling the other hardened bud in his fingers. You could feel the way his tongue licked and swirled your nipple, when he pulled away ever so slightly, he blew on to it. The cooling sensation had you arching your back and panting. Your hips were now rolling into the mattress and you felt your cunt ache - the slick was pooling between your legs. The sensation building up inside you felt like heaven and this was just foreplay. 

Soon his right hand was under your skirt, teasing your pantyline with his fingertips - you clenched in reflex. “Rindou…” You moan his name and feel your heart pounding against your chest, he was so close to touching your honeypot. Having you like this only made him fall for you even more. It was never his goal to take your innocence but he couldn't help having his pride swell up, he was going to pop your sweet cherry. He's heard stories before about how your first always leaves an imprint… he wanted to make sure you will always remember him. 

Once his hand went past that line, he slid a finger through your slit and groaned at how wet you were. “Fuck, darling…” He looked up at you with a mischievous smirk. “I need to taste you, can I do that baby?” He asks and starts to leave open mouth kisses down your chest and belly. Right before pulling your panties down, he looks back up at you and waits for your permission. Your face is dusted in pink and your eyes are hazy, biting your lip you nod a yes. “Use your words pretty girl…” Oh sweet baby Cthulhu… his tone was low and made something feral bloom inside you. This was different from before, he was making you needy and you loved it. “Rin… I want you to taste me.” You pant and grind your hips into his hand. He didn't waste any time and stripped you, those amethyst orbs drank in your bare figure - he basked at how beautiful you looked underneath him. 

Positioning himself between your thighs, he teased you with kisses, slowly getting closer and closer to your core. Your essence was dripping and he couldn't help but feel his member throb under their restraints. Your thighs trembled as he got closer, you could feel his breath fan your cunt and you clenched around nothing. Rindou's tongue took a long and slow swipe between your folds, tasting your honey for the first time had him feeling something he never knew existed. It was ecstasy or maybe even bliss to him. “Ngh… oh god, your tongue… it feels s'good!” You barely manage to say before he rips another moan out of you. Lithe fingers glided through your folds, two fingers prodded your entrance and you felt a jolt of electricity. 

The deeper his fingers went, the tighter you clenched and felt a throbbing sensation around your entrance. The mild stretch was to prepare you for what's to come. Your walls sucked his fingers in and it felt so different from your own hands - curse your small hands for not preparing you better. Once his fingers began to thrust slowly in and out, Rindou focused on your puffy clit and gently teased it with his tongue. There was a tingling sensation that was beginning to build up in the pit of your stomach - it was faint but you knew what it was. Knowing what could come next only made you drip even more. Now his whole hand was coated in your essence. 

“You're gonna take me so well baby…” He pants and continues to eat you out as if it were his last meal on earth. His blonde and blue silky strands were now tangled between your fingers. Rindou took his time, thrusting in his fingers sensually to the point where you were begging him to go a little faster. His lips curled into a smile when he felt you grind your hips into him. He was building up your orgasm little by little, giving your body so much love and affection that you didn't know what to even think anymore. All you knew at this point was that you wanted to feel him, feel his cock between your legs and you wanted him to cum inside you. To feel that close to somebody, to feel that close to him - it was all you wanted. 

He could feel how your thighs were beginning to tremble, you were close and as much as he wanted to see you come undone - he stopped. Rindou wanted you to cum on his cock, he wanted to see your pretty face from up top when you hit that perfect O. Pouting and whimpering, you take a moment to catch your breath and ask him why he stopped. “Rindou… I was so close…” The chill that ran down your spine when he sat up and zipped his pants, oh. Oh indeed. His heavy cock sprung out and dripped precum onto your slit. He was panting and pink dusted his face, those glossy orbs of his reflected nothing but love and desire. 

Your lips began to tremble when he stroked himself, earning him more beads of precum that dripped on you. Absentmindedly, you spoke and admired his member. “It’s so…big.” Already having an idea that he was well endowed when innocently teasing him before, you thought you’d be able to handle him. However, actually seeing it made you feel as if you were going to be impaled. Removing the rest of his clothing, your eyes feasted on him - his broad shoulders, those gorgeous tattoos and that perfect V cut… oh it had you in a daze. You didn’t even notice the little drool that began to run down the corner of your mouth. The sound of his chuckle made you snap out of it and you looked up to see the alluring look on his face. “You like what you see, baby?” That low and husky tone made your heart skip a beat.

Leaning in to position himself, he placed a passionate kiss on your lips and cupped your face. Rindou was a true gentleman, he never gave you a reason to mistrust him nor to question his loyalty to you. Pulling away ever so slightly from your lips, he whispered “Tell me if you want me to stop…” Too enthralled in his affection, you didn’t realize this was his warning to you that he was going in. Your breath hitched the moment his tip prodded your core and slowly stretched you out. The burn was getting more and more intense as he pushed past your walls. Screwing your eyes shut, you grip his shoulders and moan in pain. Rindou placed tender kisses on your lips and wiped the tears that trickled down your face. “I know it hurts, baby. Do you want me to stop?” He asked and paused his movements. You kept your eyes closed and shook your head no, you didn’t want to stop half way - you didn’t want to disappoint him. “Hey, hey…look at me.” He says sweetly and smiles. Opening your eyes, you were met with those beautiful amethyst orbs - they were glossy and his face was dusted in pink. For the first time you see him, the real him…

“No… please. I-I can take it.” You pant and bite your lip. What you just said and the way you said it, lit an even greater fire inside him. “Good girl…fuck.” Rindou said and proceeded to bottom out in one thrust. The pressure between your thighs and hip made you dig your nails into his shoulder and back. Shaky breaths were all you could hear along with the sound of your hearts pounding against your chest. “Breathe baby…” Rindou rests his forehead on yours and slowly gives you shallow thrusts. His member was so thick, that you could feel him throb and pulse inside you. Slowly the burn of the stretch subsided and was replaced with gentle waves of pleasure. “Ngh…” You moan and rock your hips with his. “Such a good girl…” He moans and crashes his lips into yours. The fire that burned between you two had you whimpering and moaning louder and louder with each thrust. 

The high you felt here was nothing like you’ve ever felt before. Your coil was already tightly wound due to his previous actions. He was making you feel special, as if you were truly the love of his life…wait, love? This is what was happening…you were making love. It wasn’t just sex, it wasn’t just a fling or a one time thing - this was love. You couldn’t help but moan out his name and the next words that rolled off your tongue set his heart on fire. “I love you…I love you…” You repeated those words like a prayer. Rindou buried his face into your neck and quickened his pace, the way his cock would kiss your cervix, it made your eyes roll back into your skull. The sound of your slick and skin colliding started to get louder. Such lewd sounds would make anyone’s core throb. For him to hit sweet spots you didn’t know existed had you writhing beneath him. His husky moans in your ear and his warmth on your body brought you closer to bliss. “Rin-Rindou! Ahn-I’m gonna cum!” You scream and clench around his cock. 

He slowed his pace and proceeded to sit up on his knees, those slow but deep thrusts had you clenching the bed sheets. Your beautiful nude figure captivated him. His hand reached to pinch your nipple, he couldn’t help but touch your tits while they were bouncing. “...so perfect.” He groaned and ran his hands down your waist. True to his own words, he wanted to see you come undone and wanted to have the perfect view for it. The hand that was toying with your nipple traveled south and landed right on your clit. His fingers place pressure and move in circular motions on your puffy bundle of nerves. Rindou had your back arching and your screams could be heard to anyone who was close to this bedroom. Slamming his hips into you, he focused on how your pretty face was filled with pleasure. The way your lips parted and said his name as your coil snapped made him reach his peak. His hips stuttered and his pace got sloppy, thick white ropes filled you to the brim and you felt him throb inside your velvet walls. 

Rindou leaned in and gave you the sweetest kiss, “I love you too.” He chuckles and rolls over to pull you in. His scent made your eyelids heavy and your body felt drained. Both of you were on the verge of falling asleep, well that is until a knock on the door disturbed the peaceful bliss. Rindou yells out loud, a little annoyed. “WHAT?!” What followed was Ran peeking through the doorway with a sheet eating grin. You couldn’t see him as your face was pressed against Rindou’s chest. “The music stopped a little while ago…that is all.” Ran said and closed the door. The sound of what you could only assume were Tenjiku’s men giggling like a bunch of school girls could be heard on the other side of the door. “Oh… OH!” You yell. For a moment you could have sworn your soul left your body. No wonder you two were about to float off into a deep slumber. Rindou proceeded to laugh and snort at the expression on your face. “At least they know you love me…”  He says teasingly and pulls you in for another kiss. 

END

Tags: @anxious-chick

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[blues824]

Mwhahahahah! I love fake dating that turns into dating! Could I have a #20 & #10 for Malleus Draconia please? You’re the absolute best!

You requested: Mistletoe + Fake Dating for Christmas Ball

Malleus Draconia

It was a cold night out, and the moon was the only thing giving light at this hour. You were waiting for a certain prince to come, as it was time for your nightly walks. Then, there was black smoke, and you smiled, knowing your prince had arrived. 

…Well, he wasn’t your prince…

“Child of Man, I am here,” Once the smoke cleared, you saw Malleus in full. He was wearing his dorm uniform, and he had a grin on his face.

“Hello, Tsunotarou! How was your day?”

And that started your walk with each other. It was a calm moment, an appreciated moment after such a stressful day, filled with Grim and Ace getting into trouble and you and Deuce being dragged into that trouble. This was a nice way to relax as you placed your hand in the crook of Malleus’s elbow when he extended his arm to you.

“It was well. Might I be able to inquire about yours?”

“Same as usual. The group of idiots that I call ‘friends’ caused trouble like normal.”

“Well, I am hoping to make it better, as I do have something to ask you. You are aware of the upcoming Christmas Ball, correct?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Good, because I was hoping you would accompany me as my partner… if that is something you would like.”

“Of course! But what about your retainers?”

“Sebek is not going to attend, as he does have some work to do. Lilia and Silver put their names down as partners, as I apparently need to be ‘guarded’.” You laughed at the thought of the two saying it, knowing full well that the former just wanted to party. Silver probably knew that as well, but it didn’t matter.

“Alright! That sounds nice. Now I can’t wait!!” You exclaimed, happy that your crush had just asked you to the ball.

“I will come by Ramshackle at night right before it starts to walk with you.”

~~~~~~~~

The night of, you found yourself a bit anxious. You were dressed in your fanciest clothing, thanks to Professor Crewel and how he helped you choose an outfit and he even paid for it. He was really becoming a father figure to you, and you appreciated it a lot.

Anyway, you jumped when there was a knock on the front door. You opened it and were met with the Crowned Prince of Briar Valley, dressed up in a very formal tuxedo. You went up to him and gave him a hug, a smile on your face.

“You look very nice, Tsunotarou,” Your compliment made the draconic prince’s heart soar.

“And you do as well, Child of Man. Now, we must depart for the Ball,” Once again, he extended his arm to you, and, once again, you placed your hand in the crook of his elbow. Then, you both set off on the–rather small–journey to the NRC cafeteria that was cleared out and decorated for the big event.

In front of the doors was a crowd of people chatting eagerly, waiting for their partners to arrive. The doors were open, but unless the person you put your name down with was with you, you were not allowed entrance. Luckily for you, you were able to duck out of the cold because your partner was right there.

Inside, you marveled at the decor. There was a giant tree, and on it were candles and ornaments of all sorts in NRC’s colors. You twirled about, taking in everything as there were garlands strung about.

Malleus watched as you let go of his arm and he adored the look of surprise and awe on your face. An urge to preserve that look washed over him, but he quickly shook it off. You were his friend, after all, and he would not like to ruin that.

~~~~~~~~

It had been an hour into the Ball, and you had already picked up a few sweets. However, the DJ gained everyone’s attention by speaking into the mic.

“Partners, head to the dance floor! The waltz will begin shortly.”

The fae turned to you, looking into your eyes as he extended his hand out to you.

“Would you dance with me, Child of Man?” He took note of your sudden nervousness, and he was about to retract his request before you responded.

“I don’t know how to waltz…” You admitted, a tad embarrassed. To be fair, there was no reason why you would learn something like waltzing back in your world.

“It will be okay. I can show you, if you’d like,” Still a bit hesitant, you put your hand in his, and you were immediately pulled flush against his chest. “You will place your right hand on my shoulder, my left hand will go on your waist. Then, our free hands will join one another.”

This was the first time you had been this close to him. It was the first time where you actually held his hand, and it felt so intimate, so special.

He told you that your steps would go by count of three, and he told you to just look into his eyes rather than down at your feet. Surprisingly, you had only stepped on his feet three times, and he didn’t even really feel it.

While it only lasted a few minutes, it felt like you were dancing for hours with the feelings you both told each other with your eyes. You didn’t even realize what was going on around you until someone shouted something that caught your attention.

“Hey, is that mistletoe above the Prefect and Malleus?” You heard Ace call out.

Both of you looked up to confirm Ace’s observation. There was a piece of mistletoe levitating above you, and you turned to see if someone was using a spell (Lilia), but you couldn’t find anybody.

“Y/N, what does this mean?” Malleus asked.

You’ve gotta be kidding me, you thought.

“Uh… Well, when two people are under the mistletoe, it is tradition for them to share a kiss. If one of those people refuses, then they have bad luck for the year.”

All of a sudden, he placed both his hands on your waist and looked down at your lips.

“Would you like for me to kiss you?” He asked, face getting closer.

A moment passed, and you just pulled him in by the lapels of his tuxedo jacket into a kiss. He immediately reciprocated, and it was minutes later where you both finally broke apart.

“I love you,” He whispered. You could tell he meant it, which made you feel warm inside.

“I love you, too, Tsunotarou,” You whispered back.

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[alespov]

Anti-hero -.L.Kennedy 18+

Tw : Ada flirts with muse, no hate to Ada, I love her banter with Leon in this one . Leon just gets a bit jealous. Loved her separate ways <3 mentions of bar, Luis is alive!

A/N : hope you enjoy, feedback is appreciated! 🫶🏻Requests are open (for Leon and Wesker) also last call for Halloween themed requests!

You, Luis, Ashley, and your boyfriend Leon decided to explore a trendy new bar in town. The entire ambiance of the venue was a nostalgic nod to the early 2000s. Although bars were not typically your preferred hangout, this occasion merited a little celebration. Leon had triumphantly accomplished his daunting mission: rescuing Ashley from peril and even managing to secure Luis's safety as well. (It’s canon, I said so)

During a brief intermission from the dj, Luis ventured off to fetch some drinks, leaving you and Ashley to engage in a lively conversation. She emanated an effervescent demeanor, clearly elated to be back home, giving off the impression that she never met a stranger. Unwavering in his resolve, Leon sought to alter that perception; dedicating his weekends to coaching her in the art of self-defense. Which wasn’t going as smoothly as he thought it would.

Each of you had dressed impeccably to suit the special event, apart from Leon. He opted for a minimalist attire, as he occasionally did. You knew he was tired and wanted to relax, but you wanted to get him out of the house. So going out, to dinner was the originally plan. Until Luis and Ashley came trotting up your driveway, wanting to try out a new bar they found. You knew Leon wouldn’t be in the mood, but you pleaded and he finally agreed.

Moreover, he struggled to recover from his recent challenging mission. Therefore, you endeavored to support him in any way possible, a gesture he greatly cherished. You knew this mission had affected him differently. He ran into someone he used to know and it set in a terrible mood, you tried to pry. Hoping to ease his mind, but Leon wasn’t telling you anything yet.

“Hey sweetheart, I need to step into the bathroom for a moment," he expressed softly, planting a tender kiss upon your cheek. "Also, Ash, refrain from talking with strangers, please," Leon advised her firmly. She responded with a disapproving glare but ultimately acquiesced with a nod. She let out a huff and you giggled

“Who does he think he is?” She scoffed, then took a sip of her drink.

“The man who saved your life.” You butted in and she rolled her eyes.

“I guess he did, but still. I’m responsible.” She pouted and you nudged her arm.

“It’s alright ash, it happens to the best of us.” The both of you shared a look and saw Luis returning with drinks.

Luis triumphantly returned, carrying your beverages in hand. "Cheers ladies!" He bellowed, as the three of you raised your glasses for shots. Gently placing your glass back down, you couldn't help but release a light-hearted giggle. Engrossed in lively conversation with one another, you suddenly sensed an unrelenting gaze fixed upon you.

Your gaze swept across the colorful lit bar, landing on a captivating woman adorned with a chic ebony pixie cut, ensconced in a ravishing scarlet dress. As she caught your eye, she sent an enticing wave in your direction, to which you responded with a warm, reassuring grin. Anxiously, you yearned for Leon's swift return. You had a gut feeling, but tried to downplay your nerves, you were probably overthinking it.

Captivating your attention, Ashley humorously recounted a funny story. As your gaze returned to the mysterious woman, she had vanished without a trace. Confusion washed over you, yet you brushed aside the perplexing thoughts. That is, until her hand unexpectedly came to rest upon your shoulder.

As you shifted your gaze towards her, she beamed with the same radiant smile. Glancing subtly from the corner of your eye, you observed Luis wearing an expression of disdain on his visage. Even Ashley appeared less than enthusiastic.

“Hey sorry guys, there was a line at the bathr-“

Leon strode towards the table, briefly pausing before continuing. Relief washed over you upon his arrival; yet, his unenthusiastic demeanor dampened the mood.

“Why are you here? And get your hands off of her.” You could tell Leon was angry, you met the woman’s eye and they sparkled with mischief. “Oh leon calm down, I just wanted to get the pretty girls number.” She mocked him while faking a giggle.

"With a hint of pride, Leon shouted , "Well, that's MY GIRLFRIEND," as Luis gently placed a reassuring hand on Leon's shoulder to calm his rising temper. The provocative woman responded playfully, "Oh, really?Lucky boy.”With a flirtatious wink in your direction, she sensuously slid her phone number to you, adding enticingly, "In case you're ever in the mood to unwind for a bit." With that, she shifted her stance gracefully and sauntered toward the exit with an air of mystery lingering behind her.

Leon's fury had reached its peak. You swiftly slid off your stool and grasped his hand, gently pulling him along with you.

"Apologies, everyone, but it seems we must take our leave for the night."

Luis and Ashley had understood and you and Leon left. You walked to his motorcycle and were ready to hop on when he stopped.

“Listen… i made an ass of myself. Ada.. she’s know to do that. He began. “ I just wanted to tell you that I love and trust you.” You felt the blush rise and you caressed his cheek. “ I know hun. I love you too. Besides she’s not my type.” You replied with a playful wink. “

Leon smirked “well then who is your type?”

You thought for a moment before sliding your arms around his neck. “

You silly.”

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[littlxpxtal]

Midnight Rain

TYRANTS || STORY MASTERLIST PAIRING: rafe cameron x fem!reader WARNINGS: MDNI 18+ Content, swearing, sexual content, drug and alcohol use, violence WORD COUNT: 3.9K

I broke his heart because he was nice

He was sunshine I was midnight rain

May

The sunlight flashing through the blinds wakes me from my sleep, a headache immediately pounding through my temples. 

I reach for my water bottle which is usually full, in preparation for mornings like these, and realize the nightstand I touch isn’t mine. I jump and realize I’m not in my own bed. I’m in JJ Maybank's bed. A few more seconds pass before I realize I’m not wearing any clothes.

“Fuck” I whisper, glancing over to see JJ laying on his stomach, face squished into his pillows. 

I slide out of bed and gather all of my belongings, slipping on my shorts and top from the night before, scrambling around the bed looking for my phone. 

“Where ya goin” he asks me, still half asleep.

“I-I gotta go to work,” I whisper back before rushing out of his bedroom door, flying out of his house before realizing I didn't have any underwear on. Well, that’s fucking embarrassing. 

I check my phone, realizing it's on 4%, and decide to make a desperate call to my cousin Kiara. The phone rings twice before she picks it up.

“Kie, you’re never going to believe where I woke up this morning.” I say exasperated. 

“Y/N, you’re never going to believe where I woke up this morning,” she whispers into the phone.

I stop in my tracks. Before I can form a response a flash of last night's events starts coming to light.

“Easssssssssssy on the liquor there doll, gon get too fucked before the sun even goes down” JJ shouts at me from behind the bar set up on the Pogue’s side of the beach.  “Shut up Jay” I respond before finishing the clear liquor from my cup and placing it on the bar. “Refill please” I say, batting my eyelashes at him. “Why don’t you go to the Kook side and get them to refill your cup, ‘ve already filled it up enough tonight.” he scolded, pouring himself a cup of dark liquor with a splash of coke.  “Whatever” I retort before spinning on my heels to join our friends by the water. 

“Okay but why does JJ look kinda hot as a bartender” Kiara jokes with me and Sarah.  “In his dreams” I chuckle and step into the water.  “Thank god school is over” Sarah sighs and wraps her arm around my shoulders. I grab her wrist with my hand and look out at the sunset. “God I know, I barely made it through exams.” The sweet moment was interrupted by a splash of water hitting the sides of my legs, John B being the culprit. “Damn, stealing my girl already, Y/N?” he mused. “She was mine first.” I declare before splashing water back at him with my foot.  Pope rushes behind the four of us, two beers in hand, his shirt already off.  “Kooks have landed” I turn my head towards the other side of the beach to see them setting up a large DJ booth, pong tables, and 10 kegs.  “They went all out again this year” I joke. “Don’t act like you dont wanna join em” JJ teases, finally joining the group by the water.  I splash water at him this time, wobbling a little, feeling a bit tipsy from the 3 drinks I’ve already had.  “Shouldn’t you be handling the bar Maybank?” I remark at him, quirking an eyebrow up at the messy blonde. “Pogue’s can handle themselves. Its them kooks ‘m worried about. Plus I missed you guys. Over here having tons of fun and shit without me” He playfully pushes Sarah’s arms off of my shoulders and replaces it with his.  “C’mon let's go get you that refill.”

“Recap at Luna Cafe. Meet me in 10. And bring a phone charger.” I respond, ending the call and starting heading into town. 

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I arrive at the Cafe to see Kiara already there. 

“Hey Kie,” she leans in to hug me and I sit down, both of us silent for a moment, waiting for the first one to spill. 

“I slept with JJ” I say, finally breaking the ice. 

She chokes on the ice water she ordered and stares at me, bewildered. 

“You did what?” she whispers, her voice hoarse from the party.

“I-I dunno how it happened I just woke up in his fucking bed, no clothes on or anything! Trust me I’m just as shocked as you are.”

“Well you guys were flirting pretty hardcore last night…” she trails off, avoiding eye contact.

“No we weren’t! We were talking to each other the same way we always have.” I respond defensively. 

“Ya, and it reeks of sexual tension.”

My jaw drops in response. 

“Did you bring a charger?” I ask, not wanting to continue the conversation without grounding myself with reality. She reaches down into her bag and pulls it out.

“‘M gonna call Sarah” she says.

“Great, I’m getting us drinks, want your regular?”

“Yes please” she says before putting the phone to her ear. 

I walk up to the counter, ordering 3 iced lattes with Oat Milk and vanilla syrup and two ice waters.

While waiting for the drinks, another flash back forms.

The bass pounds from the other side of the beach while the group sit on logs surrounding the bonfire Pope had put together.  “Kinda sounds like fun…” Pope sighs, looking longingly at the Kooks side of the summer break bash.  “Lets go, just for a few songs, then we can come back and sulk” I say, standing up and brushing the sand off the back of my legs.  “‘’fcourse you wanna go, those are your people” JJ snorts, taking a sip from his red cup.  “And ‘m slummin it over here with you Maybank,” I slur back, making my way around the bonfire trying to gather the rest of the group.  “C’mon it’ll be fun guys please. OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS SONGGGGGGGGGGG” I cheer, hearing Doses & Mimosas in the background. Sarah and Kiara stand, with John B and Pope following suit.  I grab the girls hands and skip along to the Kook side, singing along “MAKES TIME GO SLOW SLOW SLOWWWWW”  The boys trail behind us, JJ begrudgingly joining after filling his cup up again.  I lead the group through the crowd of people, entering the center of the circle, forming a small circle with our friends. An unopened beer is passed to me by a cute Kook and I smile back at him before cracking it open.  “DOSES AND MIMOSAS. CHAMPAGE AND COCAINE HELP TO GET ME THROUGH” the crowd cheers. “I know youre having fun Jay” I whisper in his ear after seeing him bop his head to the beat. “Yea yea, only cus you’re here” he slurs back wrapping his arms around me, finding my back now against his chest, moving our bodies along to the song playing on the speaker. 

“Three lattes and two waters” the barista calls out, interrupting my thoughts. 

Kiara stands to help me bring the drinks back to the table.

“Okay, so where did you wake up this morning.” I inquire, taking a large gulp from the ice water. 

“Pope’s bed.” 

It was now my turn to choke on water. 

“No fucking way Kie.” I respond, reaching out to grab her hand. “Be so fucking for real with me right now tell me you didn’t fuck him.”

She looks down with a grimace on her face. 

“I wish I was lying”

“Lying about what?” a soft voice comes from behind us. I turn around to see Sarah, who is also still in her clothes from the night before, with large sunglasses and one of John B’s caps on her head. 

“Sarah. What do you remember about last night?” she laughs and lowers her sunglasses down, eyeing the both of us before sitting down. 

“What do you want to remember.” she smirks. “Is one of these for me? It better be if you two drug me out of bed to meet this early.”

“Yea this one.” I push the latte and water to her. “Tell us everything.” she takes a sip of the latte and pushes her sunglasses back up. 

“Well you have to tell me what you could be lying about.”

“I slept with Pope.” Kiara whispers. Sarah, questionably has no reaction. She turns to look at me, and I freeze. “I….. I slept with JJ”

She lets out a loud laugh, which makes Kiara and I look at each other, puzzled looks spread across our faces.

“What’s so fucking funny Sarah” Kiara asks, crossing her arms. 

“Cus I already knew.” she states before taking another sip.

I stare, jaw open again, adjusting my chair to face hers. 

“Okay tell us everything right now.” I demand.

“Chill, Y/N. If I tell you guys, you have to give me the detailsssss” she jokes.

“I don’t even remember going home with him there’s no details!” I shout, realizing my voice was too loud for the little cafe, I lower it back down. “Just tell us” I hiss back at her.

“Okay, okay. After we finally made it to the Kooks side of the bash, we mainly stayed in our circle. I don’t know if you guys noticed but guys were passing us drinks like crazy, it was like they wanted us to get wasted. Scummy if you ask me.” 

Kiara scoffs and puts her head into her hands.

“I don’t remember how many of those shitty beers I had.” she sighs.

“John B cut me off when he noticed I couldn’t stand up straight” Sarah responds softly before continuing her recap. 

“So we’re pretty wasted or whatever and the DJ was playing bangers, had the crowd really going. And Y/N, not sure if you remember, but you and JJ were dancing the whole night away. You were grinding on that boy so hard” Kiara lets out a laugh 

“Okay wait I remember that and he was so into it he was like” Kiara recounts, making a face with an O shape, leaning her head back doing her best JJ impression. 

“Okay yea yea I remember dancing on him.” you brush off. “What about Kie and Pope how did that happen.”

“Well you and Pope weren’t grinding as hard as Y/N and JJ but he was definitely sweeping you off your feet with his dance moves. We all also did a few kegs stands, played a few rounds of pong.” she trails off and I stare at her.

“I don’t remember doing a fucking keg stand who let me DO THAT” you exclaim before face palming. 

“You were honestly one of the best of us I have to say, you were up there for 10 whole seconds. I couldn’t even get off my feet.” Sarah snorts. 

“Oh my god.” I sigh, drinking more water, feeling my headache worsening. 

“And then Kie and Pope disappeared out of the party, claiming you left your purse at the bonfire or whatever and we didn’t see you two for the rest of the night.” Sarah states. 

Kiara looks up at the two of us and starts laughing. “Okay I kinda remember that but I don’t know how he convinced me to go back to his place.”

“He was shirtless and showing off his moves!” Sarah replies. Kie shakes her head and places it back down into her hands.

“As for you and JJ, we watched you two go back to the dance floor, dancing and making out disgustingly, so bad Rafe even had to say something.”

My jaw drops for the third time. A flashback of this happening slams into my head.

JJ’s tongue is down my throat, his hands feverishly moving up and down my torso as I dance my body against his, feeling the liquor and heat vibrating off of our bodies.  As I move my hands up through his hair, I feel a rough arm grab mine and pull him away from him. I look up to see Rafe Cameron, Sarah’s big brother darting his blown pupils down at me. “No Pogue on Pogue mackin on my side of the fucking island” he snarls, his arm still tightly gripping mine. I snatch my arm away from him and push my body up against his, tilting my head all the way back to reach eye contact.  “Don’t fucking touch me Cameron.” I spit back out back at him. I realized without him or JJs arms around me, I could barely stand. I start to wobble a bit and JJ catches me.  “Get her out of here Pogue. Make sure if she yaks it’s on your side.” he shouts in JJs face before disappearing back into the crowd.  JJ brings me up to the bar, requesting a cup of water. He places it in my hand, holding me up while giggling.  “Love pissin that guy off” he chuckles. I laugh back. “He gets worse every year.” I joke. The cold water making my brian feel less fuzzy.  “Wanna get out of here?” he asks me. I shrug and look out to the crowd, realizing I don’t recoginize anyone.  “Sure, where d’ya wanna go?” I ask.  “My place?” he asks with a smirk on his face. 

“Fuck” I let out, realizing I had been holding my breath while recounting the scene from the night before. 

“Well… how was the sex?” Sarah asks with a grin smeared across her face.

“It was actually pretty good.” Kiara finally speaks.

“Wait you remember?” 

“Yea.” she stiffles out a laugh. “And it was actually pretty fucking great.”

“Thats my girl!” Sarah lets out a cheer and slaps her hand on Kie’s shoulder. 

“I’m trying to remember what happened, but all I can remember was making out on his bed then poof. Black.” I tell the girls. I try my hardest to remember any details, especially if we used protection. This wasn’t my first drunk hook up, but with JJ it was new territory. This could ruin our friendship. Would he be hurt if I can’t remember the night we spent together? 

“Maybe you should talk to him about it. I was thinking of having a chill night tonight at my place,”

“Yea, yea I’ll just talk to him then. For now I just need to rot in bed.” I sigh, grabbing my purse and standing up. “Thanks ladies. I’ll see y’all later?” 

“My place at 6!” Sarah shouts at me as I leave the cafe.

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I kick my bikestand down and grab my tote bag off of the handle, walking up the driveway to Tanneyhill. I hear voices in the backyard and circle around the house. Everyone has already arrived and is sitting on the patio around the fire pit. 

“Hey” I finally speak.

“Heyyyyyy Y/N!” Pope cheers, standing up to greet me with a hug. “How ya feelin?” 

I smile sheepishly in return and shake my head. 

“Well my handover is finally gone but the hangxiety still lingers.”

A chuckle from JJ emerges and he smirks at John B who winks at him. I feel a pit in my stomach knowing that last nights events were more than likely discussed before I arrived. 

I sit down next inbetween Kiara and Pope and sling off my jacket, scooting closer to the fire. 

A few moments of awkward silence passes before the boys start cracking jokes about some guys who were obnoxiously drunk at the party, and how John B had to pull Sarah away from one who almost yakked on her. I fumble around with my water bottle, avoiding eye contact with anyone. Feeling embarrassed and frazzled, I ask Sarah if I can use her bathroom.

“Yea, back doors unlocked! Feel free to use mine upstairs.”

I walk up the patio steps to the door and bask in the silence of the house. Letting a deep breath out, I start for the stairs, before I see a figure walk by the banister. 

“What’re you doin comin up here?” They ask from the darkness. 

“Just usin Sarah’s bathroom” I respond, immediately recognizing the voice as Rafe Cameron. 

“There’s a guest bath unoccupied downstairs.” he grunts before moving forward to the light at the top of the stairs. I reach the last step, craning my neck up to make eye contact with him. His eyes are bloodshot, his hair a mess and he’s wearing a pair of sweatpants and white t-shirt. I had never seen him in casual clothing before, it was slightly shocking. 

“She told me to use hers so I’m using hers.” I stated simply, pushing past him. 

Before I could fully slide past him, his hand grips my arm. 

“The fuck are you doin messin round with that pouge? Hm?” he questions. I rip my arm from his grip and turn to face him again. 

“I’m not, not that it’s any of your business. He’s just a friend.” I shrug and stare at him hardly.

“Didn’t look like just friends to me. Y’all were practically fucking on the dancefloor. ‘N I saw you leave with him.” He stepped closer, making me have to crane my neck even farther to keep eye contact. I felt myself tremble at our proximity. 

“We were drunk it was nothing.” I mumble. 

“Didn’t look like nothin” he respond, keeping eye contact. 

“Like I said, not any of your business. What’re you, keeping tabs on me?” I retorted, turning my body to go to Sarah’s room. 

“You need to stop messin around with them, you’re not one of them.” he shouts down the hall at me. I flick my middle finger back at him before entering Sarah’s room. I sit down on her bed, my brain fuzzy from the interaction I just had, and the dehydration from the night before. I check my phone to see a text from Pope.

You should talk to JJ about last night …..

“Jesus Christ” I whisper. I click my phone off and go to her bathroom.

When I exit her room, Rafe is nowhere to be seen. I tip toe down the stairs and see JJ sitting on their living room couch, waiting for me. 

“Hey Jay” I say, feeling my tremble return. Fuck I really didn’t wanna have this conversation right now. 

“Hey. Can we talk about last night… and this morning?”

I purse my lips together and nod my head before sitting on the couch across from him. 

“Look, last night was amazing, and I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long. I’m sorry it had to happen while we were drunk, I wanted it to happen under different circumstances but -”

I interrupt him before her can say anything further. “JJ, last night was all a blur and I-”

He stands up and moves over to my couch, sitting right next to me, grabbing my hands in his.

“I like you, Y/N. And last night was probably one of the best nights of my entire stupid life.”

I sigh, releasing my hands from his grip and cup his face. “Jay, I’m sorry, but I don’t feel the same way. I really enjoy you as a friend and I don’t want that to change. I really don’t want a relationship or anything and I’m sorry I played into that.”

He furrowed his eyebrows and looked down.

“You don’t like me?” he whispers.

“JJ, I like you as a friend, but no not romantically. I’m sorry that I led you on.”

He stood up and started to pace around the room, taking his hat off to run his fingers through his hair. “I feel like a fuckin idiot dude what.” he says exasperated. I stand up and place my hands on his arm to try and get him to stop. 

“Dont-dont touch me.” he growls. Turning his back and placing his cap back on his head. 

“JJ I’m sorry.” I sigh, sitting back down on the couch.

“Yea, Yea I get it. ‘M not mad at you, I’m mad at myself for thinking you would wanna get with a pogue like me.” he grunts. Sitting back on the couch, farther from me this time. 

“Jay …. Don’t say that. It’s not because of where you’re from. I just don’t feel the same way. ‘Nd ‘m sorry I had sex with you, I wouldn’t have if I knew you wanted something more romantic.”

He lets out a stiff laugh.

“We didn’t fuck.”

“Wha- what?” I ask, turning my body towards him, raising my eyebrows.

“Yea, we were both way too drunk so we just went to sleep.” he says, finally making eye contact. 

“Well then why was I naked?” I quiz, not fully believing him. 

“Well I didn’t say we didn’ try.” he chuckles, looking out across the room, probably remembering the sight of me naked in his bed. My body cringes at the thought. 

“It just wasn’t working so we gave up and you passed out before putting your clothes back on.”

I stare at the floor, I could feel my face turning red. “Well why didn’t you put my clothes back on?” I ask. 

“Cus I wasnt gonna try and clothe your limp body, kinda weird. So I just laid my blanket over you and slept on top of it.” he responds before standing. I look up at him, wide eyed, trying to pull that memory from my brain, but nothing is surfacing. 

“Look it won’t happen again. Sorry I assumed.” he says flatly.

I stand to meet him, guilt rising in my body for leading him on all night. “Jay, I don’t want this to ruin our friendship. I still want you in my life and I don’t want this to tarnish it.” I whisper, fumbling with my fingers and staring at the ground. 

“It won’t. We can forget it happened. and … here’s your underwear” he pulls them out of his pockets sheepishly, handing them to me and pushes his fist playfully into my shoulder. “‘M gonna go back out. You comin?” he asks, walking towards the backdoor. 

“In a sec, I think I left my phone in the bathroom.” I respond, before heading towards the staircase. I wanted to escape to Sarah’s bedroom and hide until this sick feeling left my body. 

I made it about 3 steps up before Rafe appeared on the top step yet again.

He’s changed into a regular outfit, clearly going out. 

“Well that was pathetic.” he chuckles before stepping a few steps down.

“Fuck off” I mumble. Squeezing my underwear in my hand trying to hide it from his eyesight.

“Glad to hear he couldn’t even pull through. What a poser” he says slyly before reaching the same step as mine.

I stiff out a laugh, looking up in to his eyes. 

“You’re such a dick”

He leans down to my ear, brushing his hand against my arm, the same one he grabbed me with earlier. I feel goosebumps raise across my body, his breathe against my ear is warm and smells of hard liquor. 

“You’re too sweet to let a pogue like that ruin you” I gulp and stand still, He lingers there for a few more seconds before moving his face to meet mine. 

“Like you would be any better.” I respond, not thinking of the consequences that comment would create. 

“Wouldn’t you like to find out.” he smirks. His eyes flicker down to eye the fistfull of underwear I’m holding, before standing up straight and walking to the front door.

“See ya later Y/N” He calls out, before exiting. I stand there, shellshocked at his words, the knot in my stomach twisting, leaving a foul taste in my mouth. 

“Y/N you alright in there?” I hear Sarah call out form the backdoor.

“‘M coming.” I respond, shoving my underwear into my pockets before heading down the stairs and meeting her at the door.

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[slasher-dasher]

I totally haven't been stalking your amazing works recently- hehe o-o | Anyway, I like to give out semi-specific asks so... a little sorry in advance if ya can't do this. BUT! What if the slashers had a S/O who was famous? Could be for a different reason for each slasher {singer/model/DJ/etc.}. Go buck wild with this! Do as many slashers as you want lol. But I'd LOVE to see either/both Myers and Brahms in this!

Slashers w/a Famous S/O

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Brahms Heelshire:

He is less than pleased that he has to share you with the world

And when he finds out it's because you're a famous model he's furious.

You're his. You shouldn't need to appear in public, especially not in front of "fans" or for "photoshoots"

This does make him realize he has some magazines with you on the front page though, and if you jokingly sign them make sure you put a heart on them to cheer him up

Let him help pick your outfit too! He does like to help you pick your outfits

Remind him that he's the only one who gets to see you with your clothes off (he's a visual learner) and suddenly he doesn't mind your job that much anymore

OG!Michael Myers:

Michael doesn't really care about your fame, he knows how to stay out of the spotlight so getting caught is not a concern for him

What does intrigue him is that you're a famous author, covering mostly mysteries and thrillers

Need to know if something you wrote is realistic? He's your guy, just let him know what you need and he'll do it

This does mean sometimes your plot points get the attention of the news, but they're pretty easy to dismiss, just make sure he's a bit more careful next time he's helping you "research"

He does help you in ways other than murder too, like word choice or general plot ideas. He's a very good listener, and has a way of coming up with twists you hadn't thought of

Local critics learn very quickly that your work is off-limits, unless they want to see The Shape at every turn

RZ!Michael Myers:

Again, doesn't really care that you're famous, but is surprised that you're famous because you're a singer

He'd heard you hum while doing chores or when you thought he wasn't around, but just thought that was something people did

He hears you practicing one day and decides to listen in to his own personal concert, clapping for you when you finish your set (dramatically bow or he'll just keep clapping)

Michael doesn't mind being seen in public, so he becomes your bodyguard when you have to do shows or go to events, and always makes sure his mask matches you. Just don't bring him on stage

Also doesn't mind the attention your fans give you, he knows you're coming back home with him, even if he has to throw some guys out of the venue to ensure it

Give him little mini-concerts at home and he'll join in, humming the tune with your singing if he knows it. He'll even spin you around a bit if the song calls for it

Bo + Vincent Sinclair:

Bo is not happy to hear that you're famous, but warms up to the idea once he learns you're a famous artist

Vincent is ecstatic to find out you're a famous artist, especially because he pulls inspiration from your work when the artblock hits

You can help restore Ambrose! But people will notice if you're missing, so make sure you make a couple trips to town a month to avoid suspicion

Both argue over which one is your muse (Bo doesn't know what this means, he just likes to argue with Vincent). The answer is neither, but you won't tell them that

Vincent makes room for you in his workshop, giving you room to work and letting both of you spend time together. You two give each other critiques and tips often, and its improved your crafts significantly

Bo happily hangs your work in the house so he has something to admire while you're out at art/craft shows. He would love to come with you to them, but someone has to stay and keep his brothers in line

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[the-doctor-needs-a-river]

So, going into this tentatively because there are a lot of strong feelings going around.

People are so traumatised (and validly so) about queer/disabled character deaths from shows with horrible representation and queerbaiting that this has become almost the automatic response to the death of any queer/disabled character. In a lot of situations (cough cough spn etc.) this is absolutely the case.

HOWEVER.

What people are missing is that this doesn't apply to a show in the context where multiple characters are (respectfully) represented as disabled (Lucius, Ed, Jackie, Wee John, Prince Ricky) and nearly every single character is queer. The beauty of the intention here is that a queer/disabled character gets to just be a character. There's no tokenisation there. So when a character like this in this kind of context dies, it's just a character death.

Because of good representation, there is no malice in the death.

Add into this the fact that the death makes perfect narrative sense when viewed through the larger narrative lense of the main point of this season being Ed's emotional arc, it's actually very good story telling (can go deeper into this if requested). That's not saying that it doesn't hurt or that it doesn't feel unfair: that's what good story telling is supposed to do.

I think it's easy to, especially after the first 2 episodes of s2, try and villainise Ed, but I think that's a narrow understanding of what was going on. Yes, Ed was physically abusive to Izzy and the crew, but people overlook the fact that Izzy was emotionally abusive to Ed when he was in an incredibly vulnerable state, which was ultimately the catalyst for the events of S2ep1-2. They both did wrong and both deserved/needed to give apologies; there was no innocent party between them, a fact that Izzy acknowledges multiple times. That's why the parallel to S1ep10 ("there he is") was so beautiful and devastating because it was an understanding of wrongdoing on both parts and an acceptance that they no longer fit together.

Like Izzy said, THEY were Blackbeard, and Blackbeard needed to die for Ed to be able to move on and truly be himself - think the shift from ep 2 to 3 where Ed didn't want to die, he just didn't want to live being Blackbeard but had been convinced there wasn't any alternative. That was the overarching theme of Ed's arc and what Izzy was acknowledging in his final moments.

When you think about it this way, Izzy's death has been foreshadowed as a narrative necessity from the very beginning of the series. With this in mind, the journey that he goes on in the meantime goes above and beyond the acceptance of Ed's vulnerability that we needed to see for them to get to this point; we also see Izzy find his own vulnerability and strength within his found family and identity. THEY DIDN'T NEED TO DO THIS. They gave us this because they also love Izzy and wanted to give his character as much love as possible in the time up until his purpose as a device for Ed's character arc came.

And ultimately, this is what separates Izzy from Ed and Stede - his primary purpose has always been as a character based narrative device to challenge Ed. The fact that so many people love him in his own right is amazing but this has always been his main purpose. Of course he has intervals of brilliant character ingenuity and growth of his own, especially in this new series, but this is exactly what I'm talking about when I say we've been gifted this when we didn't need to be. Does that make the loss sting even more now that we've had it? Of course it does but that's the point. They went so above and beyond with him this series because they saw the potential in his character and Con's fantastic performances, and because they love him as much as we do. But the point still stands that he served the purpose of the character and device that he was always set out to be from the very beginning.

We know from dj that this was all very intentional and, although the analogy used can potentially be questioned, he stuck to his intended trope and executed it with dignity and beautiful parallels.

I guess I'm just saying that it makes me sad to see good writing be misinterpreted, but I completely get where the trauma response is coming from. I would hate to see us get into a situation where we lose this kind of amazing representation because writers are too scared of potential backlash to take the chance of including it when what has been interpreted wasn't narratively intended.

As always, this is written with respect, love and no ill intentions and everyone is entitled to their own thoughts ❤️

#ofmd #ofmd s2 spoilers #izzy hands #please don't come at me #i mean peace #i am a humble meta writer

[dreamlessimp]

— birthday together

nagi seishiro x gn reader | 1.0k

you celebrate his birthday with him

“okay, has everyone responded?” you asked, nervously fiddling with your phone in your hands.

“my parents agreed to clear out the room i asked for.” reo responded, still focused on his screen where he was typing furiously.

chigiri tapped the table with his pointer finger, eyes locked on his screen. “the food people are talking about cost. how are we doing this?”

“we could split it?” isagi offered innocently.

you and reo shared a look. you were about to quickly accept the cost and object, before reo’s voice rose above your own, stating that he’d pay.

chigiri shrugged and isagi laughed, as chigiri handed his phone to reo where he made the final transactions, undoubtedly much smoother then you could have.

“i can’t believe you’re paying for so much. he’s literally my boyfriend.” you said, grateful to reo nonetheless.

“what can i say? he’s my teammate too, and-“

reo was about to continue before chigiri cut him off. “so are the duties of the rich friend.” 

“hey, they just responded on my end.” isagi announced. “the dj said they’ll be a bit late.”

reo nodded. “that’s fine. we can set up our own speakers for now.” he paused. “how late?”

isagi regarded the email. “they said, ‘a bit’, whatever that means.”

chigiri held his hand up. ‘let me talk to them.”

after handing him the phone, isagi turned to you. “did we cover everything?” 

you showed him your phone screen open to the merciless planing you’d committed to this event, politely but forcefully rejecting reo’s offer at helping or hiring someone to do the same.

“after the dj, yeah, we’re done!” you said happily, already pleased with the end result a day too early.

“got it! they said they’ll be here 5 minutes early, too.” chigiri said, obviously proud of himself.

“i don’t want to know what you did, but good job?” you spoke, also proud of him.

“so we’re set?” reo asked. isagi nodded in agreement.

chigiri stretched his arms over his head. “yeah, all that’s left is the party.”

you had been awake for minutes now, and nagi didn’t seem to notice. his arms were so comfortable wrapped around you that you had a feeling this had been going on for much longer then when you had woken up.

from behind his bangs, there was your tired boyfriend blissfully closing his eyes as if he was still asleep, basking in your combined warmth.

shifting slightly, you heard nagi sigh into your neck contentedly.

“so, you’re awake?” you spoke quietly, voice filled with sleep.

nagi admittedly hasn’t realized you were awake. “no, i’m not.” he paused. “go back to sleep?” his voice was soft, but his words were 

“haha, sei. it’s getting late and i haven’t even wished you a happy birthday yet.”

“you just did.” he pointed out, pleased with himself.

“no, that didn’t count.” you rolled over so you were facing him.

“happy birthday.”

he smiled before relocating his head into his pillow. “now that you wished me a happy birthday, we can sleep again?”

you laughed, a large part of you wishing to agree. but, the more you slept, the less birthday there would be. it wasn’t as though you were going to leave his side that day anyways, awake or not.

“we can’t just waste this entire day away.”

“spend, not waste.” nagi reminded you, voice muffled by the pillow he was still managing to breath through.

“don’t you need air?” you asked jokingly.

“i don’t know.” still, he put his head up and once again shifted so that you were facing each other.

his hair was so messy that you had no choice but to lift your hand to pull the bangs from his face and kiss his forehead. the part of his face that you could see tinted red, and you instantly felt a wholesome rush of accomplishment.

“are you sure we can’t stay here?” he proposed yet again.

“wasting-“

“spending.”

“-the day away with you does sound good. but, me making you a bowl of cereal has to sound better.”

nagi promptly responded with a shrug. 

you half-heartedly feigned offense, promising the cereal you made would probably be almost as good as you were.

“probably?” he asked, not to be swayed

“probably.” you responded confidently.

nagi eventually complied, unconvinced, but it was clear he was hungry and you promised you’d still spend the entire day together.

after a drive to the party and a listen to the beginning of your shared playlist, you and nagi arrived at reo’s house where you’d entrusted him, isagi, and chigiri, as well as any other willing members of the team, to set everything up.

you walked in with the guest of honor, just 10 minutes late. the two of you were crowded by a few from the team, and promptly taken inside.

reaching out to the many, many teams your friends had connections with, there  were people that even you, nagi, and reo hardly recognized. 

once making his way to you, reo offered you a high-five with you happily reciprocated.

“this is awesome.” you said to reo, who was showing you around the room. hiori and chigiri had already gone off with nagi. “do we even know all of these people?”

reo smiled. “thanks. and we invited some people, who we asked to invite others.” he laughed. “i guess it spiraled, but this is what we paid for!”

the party had gone on for just 40 minutes before nagi tapped your shoulder and proposed an idea.

“can we leave? it’s a bother having all of these strangers talk to me.”

“really? didn’t they stop a while ago?”

he shrugged and wiped the hair from his eyes. “i guess. but, also, you’re cold.”

you laughed. “i am?”

“oh. you’re not?”

you grinned before continuing. “but, just in case.”

with that, you reached out to hug him, a gesture he happily recognized and reciprocated. 

he smiled while his eyes widened upon breaking apart. you reached to lightly pinch his cheek, electing a small laugh from him.

“by the way,” you said softly. “happy birthday sei, again.

with his battery filled once again, it was another half hour before he again asked to leave. that time, you complied, taking the long way home.

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[kaizenkhaos]

Over the Airwaves: A Harringrove Xmas Fic

Okay so you know how it goes. You see a post reblogged from a fellow Harringrover (if that's the term...hmmm...I'm not sure but hey ho XD) and all of a sudden the mind gremlins go yes....do it. Write a nearly 4K fic inspired by it. Or kinda. It's more adjacent to it. In this case, I saw a post reblogged by @avalonlights about Michael Buble and that sent me down a rabbit hole of Robin and Steve hosting a radio show and a certain someone or someones ringing in with requests. Though it does give me ideas for another fic for later or maybe next year now XD So Merry Christmas everyone! ^^ Wherever you are and whatever you're doing, have fun, stay safe and for those of you who struggle during this time of year, my thoughts are with you. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Four Days before Christmas Day...

"And that was 'So This is Christmas' by John Lennon. Coming up, we have the much beloved listeners' request section. But now, here's a few words from our sponsors." It was the run up to Christmas and Steve was working. Like every god darn Christmas he could remember since finishing at Hawkins High. Sure, the money wasn't bad and it stopped him from sitting alone in a big house, wishing that he could just chill in the pool and forget about the rest of the world, but….there was just somethin' about this time of year that set his teeth on edge. Maybe it was cos his parents had once again gone away from the holidays, leaving him with a Christmas tree laden with presents but no one to see him open them. Maybe it was the fridge full of food which they'd left for him which he'd stuff in the oven and try and not forget about. Or maybe it was the fact that each and every year, someone had actually asked him over to their place. And he lied about having somewhere already to go. Cos he didn't wanna be a burden, ruin a good time. If he was gonna be miserable, he'd be miserable alone. He was so tired of putting a brave face on things. But maybe what he really needed to do was bite the bullet and say yes. Being alone the past years had sucked.

Four days until the day of the most wonderful time of the year. According to many and that one song which they kept being asked to play most days. Christmas songs were the bread and butter of the airwaves for Radio Hawkins in December, most DJs chosing to play different varieties but some of the songs remained the same. The staple diet of a nation ready for the holidays and to eat and drink more in the name of good old Saint Nic. Steve and Robin had been given the afternoon slot, just before the prime time DJ, and so were kinda the warm up act before the main event. It meant that they could get away with playing some obscurities but overall, it was more the popular stuff, both classic and modern as well as the old curveball to keep them on their toes.

"Line one dingus, you're up to bat." It didn't matter that they were no longer the sailors hauling scoops at Scoops Ahoy, dingus had stuck. But it wasn't in the manner in which he'd been labelled at first. Now it was more affection than insult, just one of the many insider jokes and banter the pair now had.

Nodding, Steve looked over at the producers, giving the good old thumbs up and it was time for his sultry (and apparently sexy according to some listeners) tones to smooth over the airwaves.

"And we're back with more holidays hits right over the air waves at Radio Hawkins. And the section, as Robin said before the break, we all know and love. It's time to hand over to the listeners and the recommendations for your Christmas tunes." Looking at the board, he selected the button nearest to him and with a smile, started with, "Hello there dear listener, who do we have on line 1 today?"

"Hello. Can I request a song for all of the Hawkins Life guards out there? " "Sure thing, and what can we play you today?" Oh wasn't that a oh so familiar voice and a glance over at Robin told him that yep, she'd cottoned onto who it was too. They didn't even have to leave a name and they knew it. Steve wondered how red Robin was gonna get before the song would end, even before the voice continued and sealed the deal. "Could we have 'Santa baby' please Mr DJ." "That we can, thanks for your call." As the line went dead, Steve leaned over to the console to locate the song in question. Now he knew it was one which had been covered a hell of a lot; apparently one of the most covered Christmas songs ever. But no doubt the main DJ of the night would play some up-beat version and what was wrong with a bit of Eartha Kitt? "We're going with the original version?" Pulling her headset off, Robin was getting a raised eyebrow, as if this was something unexpected. She knew his leaning to the classics for these sorts of things but maybe she thought their audience would beg to differ. Although, that did make him think of…. "Yeah 'course. Why, should I have gone for the sexy Michael Buble version?" "No. Steve. Why do you…" Bingo. Deep, deep red is the result to his poking, as he made kissing noises at her and she looked like she'd have thrown a pillow at him if she had one at her disposal. Instead she just leaned over and nearly set him off his chair. An act that had the producers snorting and Steve grinning from ear to ear. Once he was straight and level back on his chair. Last year, Robin may have dragged him onto the stage for karaoke on their second work's night out together. It had been a small town bar, pretty cosy and most locals but they seemed to have known the radio station folk, so there was no hostile staring. Santa Baby had been the song Robin had chosen but not for the reasons he thought at first. Both a bit drunk, he'd just thought it was an updated upbeat version for them to stumble through. Then Robin had done a 180. No longer as shy as before but like a shot of confidence had come over here. Sassy, confident and damn…. If she'd not come out to him a couple of years previous and let her feeling about him known, that would have a time which he had gotten him paying attention. But as it was, he worked out real quickly what had caused the change, or rather who. Turned out a certain life guard had shown up, on their own work's do and yeah. Robin had already scoped her out and the song? It had been for her. It had turned out, as they'd found out later that night, the feelings had been mutual. Steve had slipped away to give them some privacy and the rest….well. They'd been dating for a year now, but every time that version of the song came on, Steve wouldn't let her live it down and Robin didn't let him get away with it.

"You're such a….." The song finished and a smirk is what Robin is faced with as she gives him that face and took over hosting duties. Whilst making it so very very clear that he was gonna pay for this later. Or one day. Who knew when, but she'd seek her revenge and he'd pay his due.

Three days until Christmas Day…

He was surprised they were both not hung over. A night out with Heather and her swim team, and member of his old swim team and many, many drinks later had left both him and Robin going home late and just about getting ready enough to be able to be coherent on the air. It had taken Steve an embarrassingly amount of time to work out their set lists and he swore at times he was getting the shakes for some reason but they were working through it. Him and Robin, the dynamic duo. They'd made the bad days work at Scoops and here, as tight as ever, they'd carry each other through it. Just as they had each other on the way home. "So, we have another caller on line two. What's your name and what can we play for you this afternoon?" They'd admittedly had some banging tunes already this slot. Some golden oldies; some Slade, some Wizard. Some modern ones and some not so Christmassy tunes too. Probably from someone who either didn't like Christmas all that much or just wanted to give others a breather for a moment. After playing a bit of T-Rex and Prince, the songs had morphed back into the season and Steve was now ready to hear what the last request of the session was gonna be. A pause on a line. This happened from time to time. When there was a bad line, a disconnect or when people just didn't know what to say, or how to start. It happened more often than he'd thought when he'd started here three years ago. Nerves on the airwaves, the thought of so many ears hearing your every word. Steve got it. He'd been the same when he'd started. Now it felt as natural as breathing. Steve patiently waited for the caller to say a word or hang up. "Santa's little helpers." Giggling floated over the line and yet another familiar sound reached Steve's ears. A sigh away from the microphone as he rolled his eyes at Robin to just get a grin back. Eyes carrrying as much mischief as the kids on the line. Well, it had only been a matter of time before one of the little shits got through. He was kinda surprised at who it was though. "Hello there Santa's little helpers. Hope you're keeping warm up there in the North Pole. What can we play for you?" "What's the North Pole?"

"Can we have 'Driving Home for Christmas'. Please."

Yep it was them and Steve just smiled, Robin shaking her head but still with that mischief in her eyes. Had she set them up to this? He had no idea if she actually had; he knew she wouldn't reveal her hand yet if she had. Or maybe it was the other who had spoken who'd decided to do it. Those two were thick as thieves after all. Either way, Steve leaned back to his microphone, the song now lined up to play.

"Sure thing. Here's 'Driving Home for Christmas' for Santa's Little Helpers. Thanks for calling."

Two days….. It had been a mistake. Two nights out in a row? He should have been able to handle it. Drink never used to be a problem. But today both him and Robin were definitely paying for it. She called it the hangover from hell but worth it. He was just wondering when the hell he'd turned his headset up. Every sound felt like it was echoing inside of his head. The only saving grace was that some of the staff on the other side of the glass had also been out, what with it being the works do, so they were all collectively on the bus together. Just trying to get through another shift before their beds came a-calling. "Line number three, thanks for calling. What's your name and what can we play for you this afternoon?" This time the voice was clearly using some sort of changer. Subtle but there seemed to be a distortion on the line which felt neither like the phone line or signal and clearly wasn't caused by a human voice. Catching Steve's glance, he hovered his finger over to the line button, just in case it turned out to be some prank caller who they'd have to boot off the air pretty quickly. Wouldn't be the first one, sadly probably wouldn't be the last. "Hi, name's "Christmas Princess" and I'd like "Last Christmas" by Wham please. Love your show, thanks for taking my call." "No problem at all Christmas Princess." He knew Robin was looking over now and he knew how; he didn't have to see it. If it wasn't written all over his face in clear sight, then it was that she knew him and his history well enough that she could feel what he was going through. This song….stung. A lot, and he knew it wasn't aimed at him or anything, but it was…such a shitty Christmas song in his opinion. Full of heartache and sorrow and memories of Christmas past. Memories of her and the special someone he wished he could have given his heart to. And the word Princess….god it remembered him so much of that asshole. Not even in town no more, could be a thousands miles. To Steve, he never was away. He was always there in his head, in his heart and he felt the whole thing stumble.That tell tale of a rip occuring again, and the feel of a soft hand under the table. Steve blinked out of his thoughts and daydreaming, looking over at Robin and the producers who were pointing at the blinking "Live" sign. Smiling at everyone, Steve hoped nothing he'd been thinking had shown on his face. One look at Robin, and he saw that it had. Damn. Him and Robin had spent so much time talking about their crushes that he was so relieved when one of them got lucky. She wanted it for him too, even if she shared his opinion on his crush (being an asshole). She wanted Steve to be happy and he wanted to be finally too.

"And that was Last Christmas. Sorry to all of you trying to avoid Whamhalla. Better luck next time folks. Now who'd we have on line six."

Christmas Eve It was Christmas eve, one last shift until Christmas Day, which turns out this year, he actually wasn't gonna be spending alone after all. He'd not realised until this morning that there were several voice messages for him at home. All of which had come from the Hendersons. Mrs Henderson had happened to bump into his mom in the supermarket or some place, and she'd let on that not only would they be out of town but Steve would be staying behind. Something about work and a boring business meeting his dad had which they didn't wanna drag him along to. So of course, the first phone call had from Mrs Henderson, asking him if he'd like to come over for xmas. The second had been just a check in and polite check in. A "It's okay if you'd rather be alone but if you could let me and Dusty know, that would be appreciated." The final one had been Dustin telling him that if he didn't come around to his on Christmas Day, then his mom was gonna bring them around. Apparently his mom must have had a change of heart; Steve not finding out the why until much later on. Outwardly he'd been annoyed, rung back. Got Henderson on the phone and huffed a "Fine Henderson. Let your mom know we already have a turkey," before putting the phone down. But as Robin started to work out which lines they were gonna to be taking calls from first and he worked through the playlist they'd already arranged for the session, Steve realised that really, now the day was actually nearly here, he was relieved. So god damn relieved that it wouldn't be another meaningless Christmas. He even felt a little bad about his tone on the phone. He should have sounded grateful, not like he was doing them a favour. Something to apologise for when he saw them in person. No more time to dwell on that though as he was on main host duties today and so it was his turn to man the lines. Nodding to Robin, she hit a button and put the caller through. Steve wondering what the next Christmas 'masterpiece' in which they would be asked/forced to play would be. "Over to line four. Hi there, what's your name and what can we play you this Merry Christmas Eve?" "Yeah, hi. This is that guy with the Camaro. I want to request a song for someone special. It's that Mariah Carey song. You know, the popular one." No……no no no. It couldn't be. It had to be….someone else right? But no. He'd know that voice anywhere in the world. The inflexion in his words, his choices, his tone. Of all the god damn people to phone in and all of the times too. And of all of the god damn shitting songs he could pick. Why this one and why this. God Damn. Station. Maybe to be fair he didn't know. He'd been gone since Starcourt. Whisked away as soon as he was well enough. Had gone to catch some sun and never come back. At times Steve wished he would have stayed like Max had done. Maybe he'd have at least had the chance to say he was sorry. Maybe he could have made things right between them. "You there amigo?" The words echoed around in his head, before a little nudge from Robin brought him back around. Concentrate….he had to just treat this as another caller. Them as anyone else who wanted a song. It didn't matter how he felt about it; he had a job to do. "Yes, sorry that guy with the Camaro. All I want for Christmas is you right?" "That's the one."

The sound of a smirk in his voice made Steve want to throw up.Throw down his headset and go cry in the staff room.He'd not felt like this in so long and it was really darn hard for him to keep it together right now.But he had to. ON with the show and then he could let it all hang out when he got home. Away from the peering eyes, away from anyone's expectations of him. Then he'd be fine for when Mrs Henderson picked him up. None the wiser. "Sure man, we'll put that right on for you. Hope that special someone likes it." "Thanks man, I know they'll be listening."

Another gut punch and it was like the Byers House all over again. All he needed was a plate smashing over his head. A squeeze of his hand and Steve takes a deep breath before slipping the headset off again. Robin quickly joining him and gently putting his and hers down on the console. "Steve….." "It's okay Robin. He's probably come back to see Max for Christmas" And this special person of his. A tight lump was gripping his throat. He hated this. All of it. Most of the staff here knew about him and Robin and it didn't bother them. It hadn't stopped them from rising up the ranks, given them their own show. Some people in Hawkins would still be reviled if they knew about the pairs' sexualities but here they were safe. And he was pretty sure some of them knew about the golden haired Cali boy that he held such a torch for. Hell, one of them had even found his mixtape in the car once. Asked him about it and then reassured him that he was okay. That it was fine. He had a friend who was gay and he was going to their wedding. That had been several months back, the first person at work Steve had even told. It still didn't make this any easier. He'd gotten worse at hiding his emotions. The dam was breaking and he was struggling to stop the water now. Luckily though, the caller was gone before the song played out and Steve managed to say a hurried thanks before Robin skillfully took over the air for the last song. Gestured for him to go and take a breather. The producers nodded and let him go, didn't mind the fact he'd had to head off early. He'd wanted to say thank you to all their listeners, to wish them a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year as they wouldn't be back on the air until after the first, but he just couldn't right now. And they all knew that. Smoking hadn't been on his mind for a while, but now he fished around the bag he brought out from his locker to find the packet, slightly crumpled in a side pocket. God he needed this. God he needed….apparently a lot of things. A hug, a smile, reassuring words. A good turkey dinner and a warm fire, and family and laughter and….. At first, he ignored the buzzing of his phone. Probably just a message or a spam call or somethin'. It rang off fast enough to be either so he just stood there. Leaned against the wall and took the longest drag that he had in a real long time. Before off went his phone again, pulling against his jeans. Maybe it was Mrs Henderson. Maybe there'd been a change of plan or she needed to make sure she had the right gravy. She did like to make a fuss and always made him feel so welcome. The thought of which is what made him pull his phone out eventually. It wasn't right to keep her waiting. He'd already missed her calls and not rang her back, something else he really needed to say sorry for. But it wasn't her name that had flashed up on his screen. It was Max. Okay, that….didn't make the most sense but maybe she just wanted to wish him a Merry Christmas or….shit no, something hadn't happened had it? He'd….he'd better pick up. "Max?" "No need to sound so worried pretty boy. She's fine. Snuck out with Lucas somewhere. Probably the arcade. Dead romantic like that." Holy….shit. He couldn't stop himself from sliding down the wall, only feeling over the back of his jacket once his ass had hurt the floor. Hargrove…what the shit. He really was back in Hawkins and apparently had Max's phone on him. "Also before you lecture me, yes she has my phone. Didn't think you'd pick up if it was a strange number or anything. So, you like the song choices?"

"Song choices?" Wait choices….. Steve's face must have done a whole range of different motions as emotions rode from pillar to post. He'd rang in before. Several times. But when and…. how many times? What had he requested, other than that damn song today. The voice changer….so he'd been the shit requesting freaking Last Christmas. Now another emotion straddled the rest of them. So, was this some kinda sick joke, a wind up, a play to get him on air? He couldn't think straight. He never could around Hargrove but wasn't this typical of him? Wasn't this the usual hair playing behaviour he should have expected? Wasn't this why he liked him? Shit…. This could not be happening.

"Ah come on man? Santa baby, Driving Home for Christmas….George Michael and freaking Mariah Carey. You know how much cred I've lost just requesting that song man." "Ah great. Yeah, it totally makes sense now. You putting others up to ring mine and Robin's show and make me feel like a complete ass" "Woah woah woah amigo. No no no." A snort and then that lower tone that always made him feel like he was about to split in half. "Did you even listen to what I said to you? Listen to the lyrics of any of those songs. And here was me thinking you were a fellow music lover Harrington." Listen to the lyrics? About wanting someone, coming home to them, the whole giving someone their heart and shit and…..but it was for a special someone. All I want for Christmas is…..oh. "Get the hint yet?" His eyes darted upwards as the shadows crept over him. A familiar smile now above him. Shining ocean eyes which he thought he'd never see again. And the sound of an engine in the background and playful chatter. Max and Lucas at the arcade his ass.

"Hi there pretty boy. Look whose come back for Christmas." ……….

#harringrove #billy x steve #harringrove xmas fic #kaizen's kreations #inspired by others' posts

[rocksibblingsau]

how did techno branch get into DJing and how did he get so good at it?

Techno Branch didn't think DJing was anything special at first, but Trollex and Synth explained their processes for DJing. The software, the equipment, and then the playlists. They explain how you need to match up BPM, keys, rhythm, etc or the songs will sound off. There's a science to it almost, which hooks Branch's attention.

From there he did his own research. He studied every residents' tastes and habits and began doing research to find the best way to assemble a set that gave everyone time between their favorite songs and the chance for breaks or calmer moments. It was a lot of work but his first rave was a total success! He doesn't DJ often, he takes time to make a great show that doesn't recycle the same playlists, but when he does it's a whole event!

#sibblings qna #techno branch au #trolls branch #king trollex #trolls synth

[hellkitepriest]

saturday night ee dj set events

jeremy wasn’t there because i guess he did all the work yesterday

mike and pete just sat at a table next to the decks talking to each other the whole time and i got to very awkwardly shake their hands (transgender moment) while mike said he remembered seeing me the previous day. Yep,

get your freak on by missy elliott was played for the second night in a row

alex robertshaw looks more comfortable behind the decks than he does 75% of the time but still looks rather awkward

alex robertshaw saw me sitting on the sofa with my friends and grinned and nodded at me because i guess he recognised me

i did not see this happen but @abattoirstars apparently witnessed jon putting his full hand into alex’s front pocket for some reason

alex played a slightly fucked version of once in a lifetime by talking heads and we could not figure out why it sounded Off but something was up

i asked alex if the podcast guy ever saw my niche synth shirt, because the picture he took of it in nottingham was on mike’s phone, and he said yes and that he “absolutely loved it” and “wants one” so i guess i’ve captured the imagination of some modular synth podcaster

just like, way too much heterosexual kissing during snoop dogg

impulsively asking alex if he could play it’s my life by talk talk and him making some vague approving noises

then thinking “haha what a funny night this is i’m going to post about it on tumblr” only for alex to lean over to me a solid minute later and go “sorry what was it you wanted?” while i was fully in the tumblr post box GO AWAY

having to shout IT’S MY LIFE BY TALK TALK at this poor man who then nodded and went “i don’t know if we’ve got it, but i do love that song,”

they did not play it’s my life by talk talk

jon hugged us goodbye as he left and went “good to see you two :)”

alex also hugged us goodbye also

pete gave us a kind little wave

:))))) 😭🥰☺️😌

#just absolute nonsense sorry everyone #c vs the band

[artists-who-rarely-draws]

My Aphverse Job Headcanons!!!

I shared this on stars discord but you all can have it now cause it was a hit there lmfao

Here are my job ideas for mystreet in my brain except it's still HEAVILY based off of mcd like my street should have been.

Feel free to ask for clarification id be happy to give.

Aphmau: Carpenter

Garroth: his job journey has been complicated (and hopefully the only one I'm gonna go this in detail on) because he spent his entire life not even having to consider what he was going to do because well... from birth he was set to take over Gartes position as soon as he decided to retire. Garte will just keep paying for his life until that point, and it's not until like... more than halfway through him working to get the necessary degrees for something he has no passion for and is learning that he kinda hates doing that he realizes he DOES NOT want to do that, the basically isolating hours and work that just frustrates him but he's in to deep.. he finishes his degrees but Garte ever the workaholic still has no plan to retire so garroth is just left coasting for a while but he's so social and everyone around him had full time jobs and he gets one literally to just have something to do cause he is going stir crazy, probably some kind of security detail for like big public events just waiting to be called away to take over his dad's company, of course he eventually learns that he's allowed to choose a job for himself but mostly through like... talking to his friends, and I can really see him experimenting for a while before he lands on *drum roll* firefighting! But he still hasn't told his dad he's not taking over the company, he's incredibly terrified of that conversation and is just hoping Garte will die before retiring zane would probably love to take it over anyway, so who Is garroth really hurting?

Laurence:controversial, mayhaps but I see him being a barista at like a genuine Italian mom and pop Cafe, he's probably the Rank just below owner to lmfaoo they want to give it to him when they retire lol.

Dante: probably a personal trainer lol.

Katelyn boxing instructor probably rivals with Nicole.

Nana: Probably runs and owns a bakery.

Zane: honestly probably unemployed. The only job he really wants is his dad's, he eventually becomes the vice president because his dad is still ceo but he gets REALLY moody about it for a while because his garroth is still the planned heir (he gets the job in the end when Garte probably forcefully is retired and garroth won't take up the mantle)

Vlayd: when he was backpacking around the world he probably was making vlogs and content about it, not really as a job but just because but he got popular so he made decent money. Now he's probably like a meditation teacher or smthn like that lol work he can do while going anywhere he wants.

Cadenza: Has her own fashion line that is wildly gaining popularity

Gene: Nightclub owner, he really only does well in position where he's in charge.

Zenix: Bar work / Security at the night club, he likes how there's constant stimulation, and how he gets a. Excuse to rough troublemakers up.

Sasha: Dj at the nightclub. She likes how she gets to control the mood in the club ans can see pretty much everything.

Travis: has a position in his fathers company. He hates it but like Garroth it's what he was raised to do and he was given a job in the company immeaditly instead of just waiting until he got to run it.

Zoey: was a very influential chemist, but was let go due to some corruption in the higher ups and her speaking against it. She works in childcare now mostly as a hobby.

Blaze: Same as Dante but he's wildly more popular

Aaron: would have been in a situation similar to Travis and Garroth, except he basically went off the grid as soon as he was old enough his parents couldn't stop him, he became a firewatcher (people in watch towers in national parks) that's how he met his wife, who sadly passes in childbirth (that's right single dad Aaron in this because I can and I said so. I said it was heavily based on not 100% accurate) he moved back into the city cause, well... the woods are no place to raise a baby. He probably does freelance remote computer work now

Daniel: I don't think he shows up in mcd so it's based on pdh lol, I have no reasoning for this but I love the idea of him as a daycare teacher. Apron and everything.

Jeffory: works in Gartes company. He's not that into it, but it pays well enough that he can basically work part time to spend more time with Abby and still have a fairly cushy life with her.

Dottie: probably one of Kayelyns employees lol.

Nicole: has her own Boxing business not in on the rivalry idea, thinks they should team up lmfao.

Lucinda: Owns a witchy shop lol, basic I know but come on. Crystals, tarot, incense, the whole nine yards. She's also a nepo baby lol, she does NOT have to run this shop her dad would pay for her whole life but Lucinda enjoys workings and being self sufficient.

Brendan: works for Aphmau as a Carpenter.

Emmalyn: Librarian. Yeah i... yeah lol

Kiki: Runs a animal sanctuary. For both exotic and typical animals, teams up with the bakery and Cafe to host mass adoption events for her rehabilitated animals.

(And that's all the people I can remember to add rn whoops)

#mcd #aphmau mcd #aphblr #aphverse #minecraft diaries #aphmau mystreet #mcyt #my street #aphmau

[writerofadream]

Fortune favors the Bold ⛓

TDI!Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader ⛓

Chapter Twenty Two: WHY AM I DREAMING OF US MARRIED (Your in love idiot is that why?)

Everyone was sitting on stumps as you all watched the horror movie play from the projector. Unsurprisingly, Duncan and you had seen the movie, so Duncan was excitedly watching it, and you were staring at it rather bored.

“The killer is gonna go for the car.” You said, sounding terribly bored, with your head in your hands. There were about a hundred other things you’d like to do.

Duncan’s attention turned over to DJ who was cowering in his seat. “Dude, how do you get any girls?” Duncan asked and DJ scowled right before going back to cowering.

Duncan’s eyes flicked over to you as if asking you what women see in DJ. “I mean we like guys with animals.” You shrugged, not really knowing how to answer. “Good thing I got two snakes, and a piranha.” Duncan smiled as you ruffled his hair.

“That’s right, sugar.” 

“...does it help I have seven older brothers who have been begging me to date you since I’m pretty sure you were born?” Duncan sighed smiling into his palm.

“They were shipping a newborn and a one year old?” You said raising an eyebrow and Duncan’s smile dropped. “No- forget I told you that.” You rolled your eyes. But you finally noticed that DJ was still shaking in his seat even after the movie had ended.

“What part scared you the most?” Duncan asked his friend, sounding way too interested to be safe, trying to convey that ‘this idiot looks like he’s about to wet his pants, shut your mouth.’ But Duncan smirked, sending you a discreet wink as he continued.

“Was it the part where everyone met a grisly death? Or was it the psycho killer with the-'' as he pulled out his ‘hook’ hand, Leshawna stifled her laughter as she watched you mimic his movements. 

“Really, what’s your obsession with having a hook for a hand?” You set your hands on your hips causing Duncan to laugh. “You look just like your mom.” He smiled, and your heart crinkled at the memory. Duncan had begged Chris to put on a horror movie for you, since you had been having a terrible day so far. 

Grief sucks. Grief sucks a lot. 

“Come on Deej, for a slasher flick, that was pretty tame.” Gwen sighed, staring disappointed at the man, who shrieked sheepishly. You nodded agreeing with her. “Yeah there was no hacking. Not like Blood-Bath 2 Summer Camp of Terror.” You muttered as you sat back down. Have you ever heard the quote “Grief comes and goes in waves?” 

Annoyingly, it’s not wrong. “Yo, that’s my favorite movie! I love it when the killer dude sticks that guy's hand in the lawn mower.” Gwen mimicked her words, and you smiled softly. 

“Or when he pushes that one chick off the dock, and she lands on a propeller blade that slices her in half.” You remembered that was the one scene that got Duncan to scream when you were eight. 

Duncan today just gave you a look that meant ‘I swear if you tell them I’m going to tackle you’.

Suddenly Duncan noticed that DJ was still freaking out each time you mentioned the events so Duncan got in real close and whispered. “Or when he shoves the biggest dude into the woodchipper and plays with the confetti.” DJ screamed like a little girl and jumped into Leshawna's arms.

“Marry me?” You lightly chuckled, wrapping your arms around Duncan and leaning down (he was sitting where you were standing) before kissing his cheek. “Keep doing that and I might.” He mumbled before he realized what he said and stood straight up.

“It’s just mindless guts and gore.” Heather grumbled rolling her eyes. “Hey horror movies have a lot of psychological trauma.” Duncan pointed out and your eyebrows furrowed on your forehead before you spoke again. “So did both our childhoods…” you pointed out to Duncan. “Why do you think they were so fun?” Duncan said sadly kissing your forehead.

“Does anyone know what our challenge is this week?” Heather finally asked. “That’s a good question, it’s Sunday doesn’t he usually tell it to us at midnight?” You asked, suddenly looking around for the man.

Eventually Duncan and you found Chris and Chef on the dock hurriedly packing. “Is there a fire, Chef?” Duncan raised an eyebrow. The man ran onto the boat before he could respond.

“Bye beautiful, I'm gonna tell everyone we’re married.” Chris yelled to you as the boat quickly lodged off. The rest of the campers had followed you in pursuit since they had long-realized that out of the two of you, you were the better tracker. 

“You forgot this!” Owen yelled as he picked up a backpack from the dock. A newspaper fell out, you stared at it before Owen picked it up. “This is totally the challenge isn’t it?” Duncan whispered in your ear, you weakly smiled, nodding.

“Escaped psycho killer on the loose.” Owen read aloud. “Be on the lookout for a man wearing a hockey mask, who has a hooked hand and is holding a chainsaw. You raised an eyebrow. “This might be for you.” Duncan realized. 

“The plot to the Chains of Massacre: Deep in Camp, how’d he know that was my favorite movie?” You mumbled to your boyfriend who looked sheepish. “I may, or may not talk to the cameras about you a lot.” Duncan said all in one big quick sentence.

You turned around to look at him as the other campers discussed what was happening. “That’s a little bit terrifying, cute, but terrifying cause I do the same just not to the cameras, honestly a lot to Bridgette.” You admitted quietly. “Oh trust me I don’t shut up about you around her.” Duncan quietly chuckled remembering the multiple incidents.

Suddenly Owen pulled some stuff out of the backpack. Chris’s hair gel, the taser for Duncan and you, as well as a picture of you working out, a little remote, the strangest part was that during the time the picture was taken Duncan had been working out with you as well and he had been cut out of the picture. “Woah, maybe this is for real.” Gwen whispered, shocked. 

Duncan sneaked around the group before snatching the tasers and the remote out of Owen’s huge hands. He threw all three into the water and whooped.

The ankle monitor that was designed to keep you from leaving the island and would shock you unless given permission was finally done. A small smile graced upon your face. “Also, can I have that?” You snatched the picture of you out of Owen’s hands and Duncan threw you his lighter.

You held it under the picture before telling the group to continue on with their concerns. 

Duncan watched as the flames reflected in your eyes and he smiled. Doing those tasks was the first step of surviving Chris McClean.

Sadly somewhere on the island Chris laughed, replicas, everything was merely replicas. Duncan cheerfully waved goodbye to Heather as she stormed off. “Five bucks, Chef kills her on ‘accident’?” You whispered to him and he stifled a laugh. “Oh 100%.” He smirked, shaking your hand. 

Gwen shrugged, flipping the girl off behind her back before saying. “The first thing we should do is strategize back at camp. Anyone in?”

You nodded giving her a thumbs up and Duncan shrugged, “I kinda don’t go anywhere without her so-” he smiled pointing at you and you punched his shoulder. 

You all sat down around the campfire, but the sitting on the stump was killing your posture slowly so you sat on the sand but very quickly a tired green puppy *cough, Duncan, cough* had wrapped his arms around you and buried his chin into your collarbone and somehow was already snoring.

“I don’t understand how your boy hasn’t ability to sleep on command.” Leshawna sighed clearly wishing she was asleep instead of listening to Gwen go in with the rules.

“Where’s Izzy and Owen?” The goth girl demanded. “I believe they are currently breaking rules on through three, teacher.” You smiled cheekily. “That’s Ms. Teacher to you, sweetheart.” Gwen smirked right before  winking. 

You gave her a weak smile in return before she went off in her monotone voice going on about which camper should do what and yadda, yadda, yadda. 

Your eyes flickered to sleep and you snuggled into Duncan’s chest listening to the soft sounds of him fast asleep. You awoke to Gwen lightly hitting your shoulder. “Why is Leshawna gone?” She asked you. “She went to get some chow.” You sadly forced yourself around Duncan’s arms and his strong grip even when he was fast asleep.

 

You had gotten a little rest and felt like a new woman. “How do you know that?” Gwen asked as you both sat down on opposing stumps. “I listen a lot, even when I’m asleep.” You sighed, it was a reflex you picked up from Duncan. Gwen crossed out Geoff and DJ, and you picked up two sticks lighting them aglow. 

“You know what ticks me off? I was trying to help them.” Gwen grumbled.

“Live and learn sweetheart. Most people aren’t gonna listen to us because we act differently, or we’re girls.” You signed the flames flicking at your skin but the amount of times you’ve been burned you barely had any nerves anymore. “You really are a pyro aren’t you?” Gwen sighed.

You shrugged, and were about to continue before you heard a whimper come out of Duncan barely audible to the bums ear. But Duncan rarely cried in his sleep, only when he was on the stupid nicotine patches. Gwen noticed how worried you looked about Duncan and she sighed, she missed Trent.

You stared for one more minute before realizing he wasn’t going to make a peep again. You shaked off your jitters before you sighed.

“So? I like burning things. It’s fun.” You smiled watching as the sticks slowly got smaller. “Is that why you went to juvie?” Gwen sounded too interested now. Your eyes found hers and you smiled cockily, summoning the girl you made for yourself in juvie. 

“Now, why on earth would I tell you that?” You raised an eyebrow, you stuck one of the flaming sticks against the paper on accident, causing Gwen to quickly run off. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, Juvie, Juvie, Juvie.” You heard the supposed killer whisper, and your eyes flicked over to Duncan as his eyes flickered in his sleep, almost awakening to the whispering. 

“Alright, killer. You and me.” You quickly walked off trying not to wake Duncan. But the second you walked off Duncan was whisked away by Chef, and put in a cot in his cabin.  

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“Okay, have you ever woken up a person having a nightmare? Imagine that but with an ex-con who I know for a fact has knives on his body. I mean in a different setting I’d love for his knife to be on my throat. Just not on live television.” You laughed staring at the outhouse camera.

—

You met the killer on the dock, and smiled, flicking the lighter in your hands on and off. “Hey, goalie boy. Ever got beat by an exhausted girl?” Surprisingly you launched yourself at him even though the chainsaw was going. 

You scaled up Chef and used all your body weight to throw him backwards, causing him to land on his back and you straddling him as you took the hook, and chainsaw out of his hands. You took the mask off of Chef and smiled.

“Hey, Chef.” You helped him up as he saved you a side-hug and ruffled your hair. “Just so you know, I got Gwen and Duncan is in the cabin asleep, kid.” Chef let you escort him back to the tent.

Which was full of all your friends, unsurprisingly. 

“Hi, Y/N! We need to fight some time!” Izzy was so excited to see you. Everyone congratulated you. But something on the camera caught your eye.

Duncan was asleep but a masked killer stood over him like a looming shadow. “Who the hell is that in the cabin with my boyfriend?” You almost screeched. Scratch that, screeched. 

Everyone bolted out of the tent. 

—

Duncan’s dream

He came home from work, (where did he work?), and stepped into a house that wasn’t his own. He walked in, holding a briefcase and saw a woman that looked suspiciously like you sitting in a chair rocking a baby back and forth. 

“Hey, sweetheart.” The woman whispered since the baby was fast asleep. “Hello, mi vida.” Duncan smiled, kissing your cheek. (Oh my god was that you?) 

He was forced awake when he saw a chainsaw man standing over him. His first reaction was to, you know, stab his eyes out, and beat him to death, but then you all quickly ran in.

“DUNCAN.” They all yelled at him. But he was focusing on you, the absolute fear in your eyes and on instinct he reacted. 

He launched himself at the chainsaw man and kicked the hook straight off and pinched a nerve which made the man drop the chainsaw, he then grabbed the man’s short hair and pulled back as far as he could exposing his neck which was the signal for neck kick.

Duncan couldn’t see it, but he felt the impact as your carefully aimed kick was sent straight at the killer's throat, who very quickly started high pitched before he stomped off.

“Well that was fun, same time next week?” Duncan said, trying to mask the outright fear he felt now. But you smiled, rolled your eyes and gave him a kiss, which calmed him like a drug.

Gwen came over and gave you a high five. “I might steal your girl, Duncan.” Gwen smiled, staring at you with mock dream eyes (hopefully), Duncan laughed “You wish.”

—

That night Duncan and you got partial immunity which meant that in the situation one of you was voted off your votes would be cut in half.

Which honestly didn’t really matter that night because literally everyone voted for DJ, so it was a waste of winning a challenge. Anyways on that happy note, see you next episode.

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Bonus: Your favorite memory of your mom

Ages: 4

“Mami.”

“Mami.”

“Mami.”

The tired woman looked up from her newest dish, but once she saw it was you she smiled happily.

“Yes, bunny, how may I assist you?” She helped you to sit on top of the counter. “How do I make brownies for Duncan? I have no money to buy a huge present.” You said the last part sadly.

She laughed and was curious “What would his big present be, sweetheart?” You smiled not truly understanding how deep your next words would be. “A new daddy. One that makes Duncan happy.” You clapped and your mom sighed sadly.

“Mm, you got a good heart my love. Yes, I will help you make brownies for Duncan’s birthday.” She smiled at you, you despised cooking but wanted to make your best friend happy. 

So that’s what you did that afternoon, you cooked, well mostly she cooked, you whined how boring it was, but your mom turned on music and told you to get your wiggles out on the counter that held no ingredients.

You danced as your mama cooked and she smiled slowly beginning to dance with you. After the brownies finished cooking, your mom let you have a taste test and you smiled wide.

“Thank you, mami! You're the best and I love you so very much.” You wrapped your arms around her neck kissing her cheek.

“Of course, bunny. Anything for you.” She smiled, attacking your face with kisses causing you to giggle. She sighed relishing in the sounds of her beautiful daughter so full of energy and joy.

The results had gotten in yesterday about the disease, she knew how long she had left but you didn’t know. 

She’d miss her daughter growing up.

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Can I request a Jonah fic please?

Hi! Of course lovely. Thank you for this request 🤗💖 I just wrote what I came up with since there were no specifications. I hope you like it! 🫶❤️

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A New Adventure

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Jonah had always been around. He was your brother's best friend. You'd seen him in settings ranging from family events to nights out at the bar. In every situation though, he'd always just been Jonah. You weren't nervous around Jonah; he was familiar. He'd been friends with your brother for half your life.

Sure, your friends would always gossip to you about how hot he was. You never had much input. You simply didn't see him that way. All of your friends had casually asked you to give Jonah their numbers at least once. You explained to them, over and over, that your relationship with Jonah wasn't like that. He was Sebastian's friend, not yours. You couldn't just walk up to him and start a normal conversation.

Jonah never made you uncomfortable; no, that wasn't it. It was the fact that he almost completely ignored your existence. Aside from passing each other in your house when you lived with your brother and parents, Jonah had literally never paid attention to you. You thought maybe he'd been around you so long that you'd become invisible to him. Or worse, that he thought of you as a little sister. An annoying little sister, perhaps.

So, you never bothered him. You never talked to him. You rarely even looked his direction or smiled at him. You just went about your daily life, knowing that nine times out of ten, Jonah would be there.

One Saturday night, you planned a night out at the bar with your friends. Not surprisingly, Sebastian, Jonah, and their mates arrived at the same bar shortly after you and your friends. Your groups stayed on opposite sides of the bar, per usual when you ran into each other. It had happened several times before.

"O.m.g. How does Jonah get hotter every time I see him?"

Your friend Veronica pretended to swoon.

You rolled your eyes. While all your friends were huddled in the corner, giggling and stealing glances at the guys across the room, you were taking shots. You were so bored of this topic. You just wanted to get drunk and dance. After throwing three shots back, you dramatically stood from your chair.

"I'm going to fucking dance," you mumbled.

The DJ at the bar was just starting to play your favorite dance music. Walking out onto the small dance floor by yourself, you began shaking your hips and moving to the beat, and others soon followed. Before you knew it, the small dance floor was packed. It was getting warm. It could be from all the bodies, or from those shots. Either way, you were finally starting to enjoy your night.

After about six songs, you felt a body come up behind you. The person tenderly grabbed your hips, bringing them back to theirs. Normally, you would turn and scold whoever dared touch you without your consent. But at the present moment, with the alcohol flowing through your system, you found that you didn't mind it. Their hips moved in time with yours, and it was nice to have someone to dance with. Feeling all your inhibition fly out the window, it wasn't long before you were grinding your hips into theirs. What did it matter anyway? You were just dancing.

You and your dance partner went through three or four songs this way, and you had even leaned your back to their chest, letting your fingers reach up to their soft hair. You still hadn't seen their face. The idea of turning to them had just crossed your mind when, all of a sudden, you felt an arm grip yours harshly. It yanked you away from the body behind you. Immediately snapping out of your buzz, you looked up to see who the hell grabbed you.

"What the fuck?"

You spat. Your lips clamped shut as soon as your eyes found the person responsible. It was your ex. Your very jealous, very angry ex. The two of you had a very nasty break up three months ago. It didn't upset you much; the two of you had only been together for a couple months anyway. He, however, took it very badly. You'd had to block his number and block him on all social media. He was saying crazy things about you being the love of his life. You felt nowhere near that intense love for him, so you thought it was best to just detach.

And now here he was, staring back angrily at you. Before you could say anything else, he yanked your arm again, pulling you outside. Your mind started to swirl from the adrenaline and the alcohol. Once you were out the back entrance, your ex pushed you up against a wall. Your back slightly ached from how roughly he handled you.

"What the hell, Flynn? What are you doing here?"

You croaked out. You crinkled your brow, and held a hand to your head. Everything was spinning.

"What the fuck were you doing dancing with him like that, huh (Y/n)? All those times you told me not to be jealous. I always knew there was something going on between the two of you," he replied angrily.

You blinked your eyes open and fixed them on Flynn.

"What are you talking about?!"

You were sobering up quickly, and growing impatient. Flynn shouldn't be here, and he had no right to put his hands on you and drag you outside. Had no one seen him drag you out? What about the guy you were dancing with?

Flynn scoffed.

"Don't play dumb. I saw you grinding on him. I fucking knew you were sleeping with him," he sneered.

You attempted to shove Flynn away from you, but he caught your arms. You struggled against him.

"Hey!"

You heard a voice in the distance, but didn't have time to look up. Suddenly, Flynn was being pulled away from you.

"The fuck are you doing, mate? You don't put your fucking hands on her like that," you heard the voice echo on the patio as you put your hands on your knees, simultaneously trying to breathe and not vomit.

A scuffle must have erupted while your head was down, because you definitely heard someone get hit. The sound of the gate followed, cuing that someone ran out of it. Before you could look up, gentle hands were at your elbows, lifting you up.

"Are you okay, (Y/N)?"

Whose voice was that? You'd heard it before. As the hands eased you up to stand, you connected eyes with Jonah. Your mouth almost fell open.

"Yes," you stuttered, licking your lips.

You didn't miss the way Jonah's eyes followed the action.

"Yes, I'm okay. Just a little stunned is all," you blurted.

Why were you nervous? You instantly noticed that Jonah's hands hadn't left your arms.

"Why are you out here?"

You were curious why he had come, of all people.

Jonah's face took on a puzzled expression.

"What do you mean, (Y/N)?"

You straightened your back at hearing your name tumble out of his lips again.

"I mean why are you here? None of my friends saw him grab me?"

Jonah shook his head.

"No. The crowd on the dance floor was packed pretty tightly. I was following the two of you out when he grabbed you, but I got stopped by some women," Jonah winced.

Ignoring the picture that popped in your head, you were still confused.

"How did you see him grab me and my friends didn't then?"

At your question, Jonah's mouth formed an o, and he dropped his hands from your arms. He scrubbed one across the back of his neck nervously.

"Oh, uh, I guess you might not have realized. I was the one dancing with you," Jonah admitted with a tinge of pink on his cheeks.

You swore time stood still.

"What?"

The question was more for yourself or the universe than it was for Jonah. Jonah chuckled, grimacing.

"Yeah, I apologize for coming up behind you like that. I'd been drinking, and I love watching you dance. I couldn't help myself tonight. I wanted to dance with you," he shrugged.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. What did this mean? You were grinding on Jonah that entire time. Had your friends or Sebastian witnessed it? Also, what the hell: he loves watching you dance? So many questions flooded your mind. You blinked at Jonah, and then moved to walk past him, back into the bar.

"Wait, (Y/N)!"

Jonah instinctively grabbed your arm, but let go when you stopped and looked down at his hand.

"Look, I'm sorry. I know I haven't been the nicest to you over the years-" Jonah started.

"You're right, you haven't," you snapped.

"I was pretty convinced that you hated me, and now you suddenly have the urge to dance with me? What the hell, Jonah?"

You threw your hands up in frustration.

"I know what it looks like, and I'm sorry. I truly am. I have never hated you," Jonah tried to placate.

You were having none of it.

"That's not how it looks, Jonah. That's how it is," you corrected.

Jonah huffed a breath.

"Please, (Y/N), let me explain. If you don't believe it, then you can leave, and we can go back to never speaking again," he suggested.

You let out a tired sigh, shaking your head.

"You have, like, a minute tops," you acquiesced, crossing your arms over your chest.

Jonah looked relieved, clearing his throat.

"Right. When Sebastian and I were graduating high school, I noticed you at the ceremony. You had always been there, always as Sebastian's little sister, but I began to see you in a different light. I saw how you blossomed into a kind, intelligent young woman over the years. I began to notice that your laugh can always bring life to any room. I began to see things you were doing to better the world around you. I started to see who you truly are," Jonah smiled down at you, dimples on full display.

Damn those adorable dimples.

"I realized that I actually liked being around you. So, naturally, I distanced myself. I always kept you at arm's length, and pretended not to notice you. I thought that falling for my best friend's sister would be too ironic," Jonah sucked in a nervous breath.

"The fact of the matter is that I'm drawn to you, (Y/N). I can't deny it anymore. My eyes follow you anytime we're in a room together. I feel a pang in my chest when I realize that your eyes don't search for mine. I don't know what to do with these feelings, so I've pushed them down. But tonight, when I saw you dancing, I felt pulled to you. Like I said, I couldn't help myself," Jonah shrugged, letting you digest his words.

You pursed your lips, deep in thought. Jonah's bright blue eyes looked sincere. Over the years, you'd heard people call Jonah many things, but a liar was never one of them.

You strummed your fingers on your arm, grunting.

"How do I know this isn't a trick?"

You eyed Jonah suspiciously. As much as you wanted to believe him, you just weren't sure you bought the whole story.

Jonah's mouth fell open at your question.

"What? (Y/N), I would never do that to you. Firstly, Sebastian would kill me. Secondly, this has been years in the making. I'm sure that if my feelings were insincere, they would have passed by now. Haven't you wondered why I never date?"

Your eyes bulged at the realization. Jonah never dated because of you? That was insane. Women literally threw themselves at him all the time.

"I know what you're thinking," Jonah put up his hands in surrender, slowly taking a step towards you.

"And yes, I never date because of you. I had resigned myself to years of only seeing you at Sebastian's place or at your family gatherings. I thought that it would be enough, but it's not. I want to be with you, (Y/N). I want you to know me like I know you," Jonah cautiously lifted his hand to cup your cheek.

You fiercely studied his eyes. When you still only found sincerity in them, you decided to cave, leaning into Jonah's touch. His lips parted with a small gasp when you leaned your cheek into his hand, and closed your eyes.

"Don't fuck this up, Jonah," you begged.

Jonah chuckled, bringing up his second hand to cup your other cheek.

"I wouldn't dream of it," he whispered, leaning into you.

You felt his warmth growing closer, but you kept your eyes closed, feeling Jonah's lips brush against yours. You reciprocated, and Jonah molded his mouth to yours. You were getting lost in the kiss when the two of you were startled by the door slamming open.

"Oi, there you are," Sebastian yelled.

Wincing, you waited to get an earful from your brother. The reaction you got instead surprised you.

"Ugh, you two are finally hooking up? Took ya long enough," he slurred.

You fixed him with a shocked look.

"What do you mean?"

Sebastian rolled his eyes and leaned against the doorframe, holding his beer in one hand.

"Psshh. Jonah's been making googly eyes at you for years. I know how to read my best friend. 'm not an idiot," he said like it was obvious.

"Come on back inside, everyone's dancing now," Sebastian motioned behind him before he turned to go back into the bar.

You looked at Jonah with a cheeky smile. His dimples made their appearance again before Jonah grabbed your hand in his.

"Come on, (Y/N). Let's go start a new adventure."

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