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izayoichan · 2 years
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Lucas: It doesn't hurt you or anything, right? Vy: It's... uncomfortable to change, but you get used to it -he walked to the back door and motioned Lucas to follow- I often fly with Hayden. It's something I enjoy greatly. And, flying is just... it's amazing. There's a freedom to cast one's wings to the wind that cannot be ignored.
He walked outside to a place with room, by the beach he and Hayden usually go for a walk. Taking off his clothes and folding them into a pile, he started changing. It was always strange to feel one's bones stretch and his skin ripple as scales rushed up his limbs and body to cover his form into its true form. Large red and majestic, his horns rippled through his head as his shape grew and changed, twitching and stretching. Vy growled, opening back his wings and stretching his form. The large dragon lowered his head at Lucas.
Vy: Hop on. Hold onto my horns. Lucas: Wow... 
He couldn't really say anything more as he watched the transformation. His only experience with flying was airplanes, which was nothing but boring and dull, this on the other hand, he had a hunch would be very very different. 
Lucas: Oh.. uhm... Okay...
He somewhat clumsily got one, holding onto Vy's horns tightly, no idea how this would feel, and he would rather not fall off.
Lucas: First time flier.. so gentle, okay?
Vy chuckled.
Vy: I won't fly too fast or too high. 
He looked up, though the vision of Lucas was obscured by his body, he could feel the boy secure on his horns. He stretched his wings and lifted flight, heading for the clouds. He made sure to fly right above the canopy of the trees in a steady and secure rhythm, not too fast so Lucas wouldn't have difficulty holding on, making sure to do the turns slowly, as if it was a motorcycle.
Vy: You're riding a flying bike! Lucas: I am not sure you can compare a bike to a dragon! -he chuckled- Something tells me your husband finds this awesome. 
It felt good to sit up there, he had thought he would be scared, anxious, something like that, but instead it felt fun, and much like Vy had said, there was a freedom to it. The rush of wind to his face made him smile and laugh whenever Vy took a turn.  Looking around, he had to admit, he felt he got a very different view on the world as well, like it changed somehow by being above it. Felt a little less daunting than it all too often did. Clearer.. or maybe it was just him being silly. 
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kleftiko · 6 months
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❦ CHERRY SMOKE CLOUDS
“upon learning that your new plug is a virgin, you come up with a new way to pay for your weed”
cw: slight dubcon (sex under the influence), virginity loss (choso), car sex, corruption kink, unprotected sex, blowjobs
KINKTOBER MASTERLIST
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You met Choso through your little sister's friend.
Without knowing Megumi and Yuji were over, you started ranting to Nobara about how your plug was moving across the country, and it was a travesty. When she gave you edibles, she packed them in cute little heart baggies, and you were never gonna find another one as good as her.
It wasn't until you turned the corner that you saw her and her two friends lounging on the couch.
Luckily, Yuji spoke up, telling you his brother grows and you could get from him.
That got you his number, and having known Yuji, you expected his brother to be a much more enthusiastic texter. You hardly expected one- to two-word responses, absolutely no emojis, and a period at the end of a sentence.
But if it got you what you wanted, you were fine with that.
Most transactions were made through Yuji or Nobara, and despite the lack of customer service that you got from your old plug, his stuff was good, so you couldn't complain.
Then, one day, Yuji messaged you, saying he was having a party at his place and you should come meet his brother. You didn't see why not, so you and Nobara got dressed up together and went.
It was unsurprising that there were a lot of people—Yuji loved making friends, after all—so it took a minute to find him. But he had a wide smile when he saw you two, giving you hugs and telling you his brother was in the garage.
You didn't have to excuse yourself cause your sister was already gone by the time you turned back, so you made your way to the garage.
Inside, there was only one person. A taller man with longer hair who was taking stuff out of the trunk of a car, and when he turned to you, you noticed his tired eyes looking at you. He was cute.
"What?" He asked.
"Choso?" You asked, and he nodded. You smiled a bit and said, "Y/N."
A look of recognition flashed across his face.
"Yuji told me you'd be coming." He then lifted the box in his arms slightly, as if to show you the alcohol. "Leave it to my brother to think a six-pack would be enough for a party."
You couldn't help the amused hum that passed your lips as your gaze traced the strained muscles in his arms.
"Want some help?"
After the two of you brought in a couple cases of liquor, you followed him back to the garage. Besides your sister and her friends, you didn't know anyone, and you figured at least Choso would have some weed on him if nothing else.
He leaned against his car and fished a lighter out of his pocket before looking at you and holding it up as an invitation. You smiled and moved to stand in front of him as he took out a case from his other pocket, placing the joint from inside between his lips.
"You don't wanna hang out with your brother?" You asked as he lit it.
Choso just raised an eyebrow at you, blowing out the smoke slowly and drawing your eyes to his lips.
"You don't wanna hang out with your sister?" He retaliated casually, holding out the blunt for you.
With a couple puffs of your own, you shift your weight onto your other leg. Choso's soft gaze stays on you, waiting for you to continue.
"Why smoke out here?" You asked, and he shrugged.
"Not a fan of people." He explained, and you gave him a look. He shakes his head, "don't make it seem like I'm a loner; I just don't wanna hang out with my younger brother's friends."
"Not a fan of younger people?" You don't give him time to answer before you say, "pretty sure I'm younger than you."
"You're fine." It's casual in the way he says it, but it does something to you, and you end up shifting again when he hands you the blunt.
His eyes flicked down to your legs, taking notice of your movement. "Wanna sit?"
Choso patted the hood of the car beside him as an offer, and you looked at his fingers sitting on top of the metal. They were long and lanky, with prominent veins running through his hand and up his arm. It led you back to his face, which is waiting for your answer.
So you hopped on top of the hood, taking one more puff than is courteous, but Choso didn't say anything as he took it back.
It was a couple minutes of silence; the two of you smoked until it was just the filter, and Choso threw it away. You started to feel the familiar feeling of your head becoming heavier—or, you were just more aware of the weight of it—and you sank back onto your hands with contentment.
"So, were you just here for the weed?" Choso's voice was pretty monotone, but you could tell he was making a joke.
A small giggle escaped your lips as you noticed the red creeping up in his tired eyes.
"I mean, I won't say no if you wanna share another, but I think hanging out with you is fine by itself." You admitted, and he shook his head at you.
A couple blinks was all it took to remind you that he really did grow some good shit, and you grabbed the bottom of his shirt to tell him the compliment when you looked up at his face and forgot your train of thought.
Instead, you tugged on his shirt and coaxed him to stand in front of you as you tilted your head up at him.
"You don't look like what I thought you would." You drawled out.
"What'd you expect?" He prompted.
You pouted, "pink hair."
Choso let out a soft chuckle, and you almost melted at the sight of his smile. Unintentionally, you leaned closer to him, your eyes focused on the bridge of his nose, where you noticed a faint scar that ran across it. With your noses almost touching, you looked up into his eyes, admiring the way they locked onto you.
"You're hotter than I thought." You mumbled, and his eyebrows raised slightly.
Choso pulled back.
"If you think this'll get you free stuff, you're outta luck."
You giggled and let go of his shirt, leaning back onto your hands with a lazy smile.
"I'd tell you that even if you weren't my plug." You said. "Though, I'm sure a lot of your customers offer favours instead of money."
Once again, he shook his head at you, his smile mirroring yours. You let your head fall back, feeling the stretch in your neck as you stared at the ceiling.
"Wouldn't blame you, sex while high is incredible."
"I wouldn't know." He said and you snapped your head at him.
"You've never had sex after smoking?"
He raised an eyebrow at you, and you understand what he was saying.
"You've never had sex?" You clarified, and Choso shakes his head in agreement, unbothered by it.
"Never had the time." He explained, and at the back of your clouded mind, you recalled Nobara mentioning that Yuji was raised by his older brother.
You slid off the car, standing toe to toe with Choso as you looked up at him. He didn't move, and you could smell his cologne and soft hints of weed.
"Do you wanna know what it's like?" You whispered, gazing up at him through your lashes.
The thought that you could give this man everything made that small pulse of arousal that's been sitting between your legs light on fire. As you stared into Choso's eyes, a mischievous smile played on your lips. The anticipation of what you could do with him sent a rush of excitement through your body.
Instead of giving you a verbal answer, Choso bent down and attached his lips to yours.
He tasted smokey, but it didn't bother you as you brought your hands up into his messy hair. His large hands travelled down your sides and roughly pulled you closer to him. Your knee bumped between his legs, and he uttered a deep moan into your mouth.
Detaching yourself from him, you grabbed his shirt and tugged him to switch places with him, pushing his legs into the hood of his car and forcing him to sit atop it.
Your hands then moved to his jeans as you kissed him again, undoing the button and zipper as you bit his lips. Choso let out a little whine, shakey fingers grasping at your own shirt when you stuck your hand down his pants and cupped his half-hard cock. As you stroked him, you scattered kisses and bites down his neck and along his jaw, leaving nothing to catch the hisses he let out of his mouth in response to your attack. You could feel the heat radiating from his body as his breathing grew heavier. The intensity of the moment heightened as you whispered in his ear, teasing him with promises of what was to come.
Then you sank your knees onto the concrete floor between his legs, pulling down his jeans and boxers just enough to free his cock and balls, your mouth watering at the size.
As you looked up into his eyes, you gently licked his red tip and watched him shut his eyes in pleasure, his hand coming to the top of your head. Then you took him to the back of your throat, eliciting a loud and wanton moan from the man above you. Despite slapping his other hand over his mouth to muffle the sound, you felt a shiver at the noise, knowing that you were driving him wild with something so simple. With each movement of your mouth, you could feel his grip on your hair tighten, urging you to go deeper. The intensity of the moment consumed both of you as you lost yourself in the intoxicating pleasure of giving him ecstasy. His dick was slobbered with your spit, and besides the faint music coming from the house, the garage was filled with the disgusting sounds of you slurping and choking on his cock and Choso's beautiful stuttering noises of bliss.
Your eyes rolled back at the taste of him; the salty precum and weight of his dick on your tongue had you rocking your neglected pussy into your heel. When his moans and whimpers started to catch at the back of his throat, you cupped his heavy balls in your hands, gently massaging them as you continued to pleasure him. The intensity of the moment heightened as you felt his body tense and his breathing become more erratic, signalling that he was about to cum. With a mischievous smile, you increased the speed and pressure of your movements, determined to push him over the edge and make him lose control completely.
The grip on your hair tightened as he let out a guttural groan, his hips bucking uncontrollably against your touch. The raw desire in his eyes fueled your own excitement, and you revelled in the power you had over him in the moment. As he finally reached his climax, you continued to stroke him through his release, savouring the feeling of his pulse against your tongue and his cum running down your throat.
His tired eyes were glazed with lust when you popped him out and stood up. His chest was breathing heavily, but that didn't stop him from grabbing your face and pulling you into a searing kiss, licking up the drops of his cum that slipped from your lips. You moaned at his eagerness to clean his own grime from your face and ran your hands down his clothed body, fingernails scraping along his muscles as they twitched.
"Please," He begged between kisses. "Please fuck me."
You pulled away, looking at the man in front of you with hunger.
"Back seat." You commanded, and Choso listened to you.
The two of you stumbled to the car, pawing at each other as you removed your clothes. By the time you shut the door behind you, the two of you were in your underwear. Choso was hard once again as you mounted him.
Taking off your bra, his eyes locked onto your tits before eagerly going for them with his mouth. but you grabbed his hair and pulled him back. He nearly whimpered at the denial, but you were firm.
"I need to see your face when I take your virginity, baby." You told him.
Choso nodded his head and helped you two rid yourself of the last bit of clothing. Grabbing his cock, you lined it up with your soaking lips as Choso's fingers fluttered over your hips in anticipation. You looked at him, only to find his watery eyes locked on your pussy as he swallowed harshly. You were sure that if you led him on any longer, he would start crying.
"Choso," your sweet voice cooed.
When he locked eyes with yours, you sheathed yourself over his cock, watching firsthand as his mouth dropped open and his eyes rolled back as a broken moan pushed past his lips. It was filthy and erotic, and it made you lift your hips and slam back down onto him just to see his reaction again. His body trembled beneath you, his grip on your hips tightening as he surrendered to the pleasure coursing through him. The intensity of the moment fueled your own desire, igniting a primal need to dominate and explore every inch of his body.
"That feel good, baby?" You asked, knowing he couldn't answer. "Feel good to get fucked in the back of your car?"
Choso whimpered.
You leaned in closer, your breath hot against his ear, as you whispered, "You love being used like this for your first time, don't you?"
The sound of his desperate moans only fueled your attack further, pushing you to take him even harder.
"Your cock feels so good inside me, Choso." You continued to enjoy his reactive body. "so big, I don't think I can just fuck you once."
In his first bout of control, Choso grabbed the back of your head and shut you up with a kiss, hips lifting against yours in desperation.
"So fucking perfect." He managed to huff out, and you rewarded him with a squeeze of your pussy, making him lose the rhythm of his thrusts. The intensity of the moment heightened as Choso's grip tightened on your head, his kiss silencing your words. With each desperate thrust of his hips, he struggled to maintain the little bit of control he had.
He managed to gasp, overcome with the pleasure you were giving him, "You're absolutely incredible." The squeeze of your pussy caused him to lose his rhythm, further intensifying the passion between you.
You smiled wickedly and leaned in to whisper in his ear.
"Yea?" You asked. "Wanna cum inside me?"
It was as if a switch had been flipped. His eyes darkened with desire, and a primal growl escaped his lips. Without hesitation, he grasped your hips firmly and increased the pace, thrusting into you with an urgency that matched your own. The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, and you let out your own noises of pleasure at Choso's actions.
Feeling your climax near, you dug your nails into his bare chest, urging him on. The intensity of the moment consumed both of you as you reached the peak of pleasure together, lost in a whirlwind of ecstasy. Spurts of his cum painted the inside of you, making you moan at the feeling before collapsing against him, sweaty bodies entangling. For a long moment, heavy breathing was the only sound in the hot car. As the air slowly cooled, you both basked in the afterglow.
With a satisfied smile, Choso gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face and whispered, "That was incredible."
You breathed out a laugh, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and cuddling into him.
"Yea," you agreed. "We need to smoke together more often."
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goldenlikedayl1ght · 6 months
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silver springs - d. wagner
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a/n: hi. welcome back. remember the to do list i had? out the window. danny wagner kiss me on the lips challenge. enjoy, yearning sluts. warnings: horny, danny practices writing kissing and grumpy ish reader, right person wrong time, sort of slow burn? idk, death of a sibling, grief, angst, cursing, reader smokes until the end of the fic, reader has tattoos as usual, lots of sex refrences as usual, corny shit as usual. word count: 3.9k (throwing up) summary: the three times daniel wants you, and the one time he gets you. paring: daniel wagner x gn!reader now playing: silver springs - fleetwood mac "i follow you down/till the sound of my voice will haunt you/you'll never get away from the sound/of the woman that loves you."
It all starts when you’re eighteen, fresh off a breakup with a guy who cheated on you. You found him sleeping with a girl from your psych class after you introduced him to at a party. In hindsight, he wasn’t a loss or anything, but you were eighteen. You were stupid and in love and he was all that mattered to you.
After three months of moping around and being miserable because of him, your friend, Veronica, eventually convinced you to get over yourself and go out with her.
You obliged. It was three quarters of the way through your sophomore year and were determined to not let some guy who couldn’t even make you cum ruin your college experience.
And what was this wild experience your friend wanted to do to get you out of your funk?
Well, she decided it would be a concert. A rock concert.
You had heard of Greta Van Fleet a few times—Veronica was straight up obsessed with them. You mostly listened to music your ex-boyfriend listened to, and never really formed an opinion of your own on the matter. You had other stuff to do, you would defend.
At this point in their career, Greta Van Fleet was only just starting; They were playing a small venue nearby, as an opener.
Veronica convinced you to go super early and get a good view with her. What else were you supposed to do on a Saturday? Your homework?
And even you had to admit, they were pretty good. You enjoyed the passion they had for their shows, and they were all pretty good looking.
The drummer especially.
Veronica decided to stick around after their set, grabbing a drink with some guy she had met, while you went outside to smoke.
Smoking was a horrible habit you had picked up, and you fully intended to quit, it just never struck you as the right time. It was a late spring night, the air muggy and buzzing with the lights of the city. You had been going to school in New York for a little less than a year, and you loved every second of it. Sure, you missed your family, who you had left behind in Nashville, especially your sister, but you knew you needed to leave. Even for just a while.
“Can I borrow your lighter?” A voice asks. You whip your head only to see the drummer. What was his name again?
“Yeah, sure.” You take out your lighter and flick it on, letting him light his cigarette with it.
“Thanks.” There’s a silence that fills the air while you smoke, until he eventually extends a hand. “I’m Danny.”
You smile, shaking his hand and giving him your name before adding, “And I know who you are.”
“Oh, do you?”
“Yeah, you’re the drummer.” You say coolly, although your heart is racing.
“You like our music?”
“Now I do. Tonight, was your first show of mine.” You explain, “My friend is like,” You cough on smoke, “Obsessed with you.”
Feeling bold, Danny asks, “What if I want you to be obsessed with me?” And it makes you scoff, only you’re only doing it because you’re nervous.
“You flirt with all your fans like this, Drummer?”
“Only the pretty ones.” You just smirk. You don’t expect the next words out of his mouth to be, “Come with me to California.”
“What?” You laugh, unable to believe it.
“California. We’re releasing an album later this year, so you should see more of our shows before we become a huge hit.”
“I can’t go to California with you!” You grin, and by the way he’s smiling at you, you know he’s not expecting you to.
“Why not?”
“I have classes, for one!”
“Classes? So pretty and smart?”
“Oh my god, Shut up.”
“What are you majoring in?”
“English. I want to write. Whatever they’ll have me write, articles, books, what the fuck ever, you know what I mean?”
And he does. He gets it because that’s the way he feels about writing music.
“I get it.” He answers.
“So, I can’t come with you to California.”
“No, I guess not. But when you get a job writing, you’ll let me come find you? Ghostwrite my memoir, write a scathing review of us, what the fuck ever, as you so delicately put it?”
“Deal.” You agree.
“Then, I’ll see you, Sugar.” You stop at the name, turning to him. “What?” He asks.
“That’s what my family calls me.” He laughs. “I’m being serious!” You argue.
“No, you’re not—” He realizes you most definitely are. “Why would they call you that?”
“Because my sister is the nice one, and I am an asshole.”
“No fucking way.”
“What, did ‘What the fuck ever’ not give you enough of a hint? She’s Spice, and I’m Sugar, only Sugar stuck.” You say, finishing your cigarette.
“Well, Sugar. At least let me give you my number if I can’t take you to California.”
“Deal.” You agree, but before he can, his friends from the band are calling him, and you know Veronica must be wondering where you are. And he doesn’t have his phone on him or a pen, and your phone is dead.
Fuck.
“Hey—” He pulls you close with one arm, his other hand still with a cigarette. He puts it in his mouth so his hand can reach down and pull your lighter out of your pocket. “I’ll give this back when we meet again, alright?” He asks, his words a little murmured because of the cigarette.
You’re usually cynical. You could’ve told him to fuck off and took the lighter back. But you don’t.
Instead, you kiss his jaw and mutter, “Okay. Later, Drummer.” He pockets the lighter, and starts walking back to his friends, only backwards to face you still.
“See you soon, Sugar!” He calls.
It’s only when you get back to Veronica that your brain clears enough to remember that your full name is on the lighter. You hope he’ll use it to come find you.
• • •
So, the next few years fly by and before you know it, you’ve been out of school for around a year now, and you’re happier than ever. You’re staying in Tennessee, staying with your sister and your niece. You’re apartment hunting, starting a new job as soon as the New Year comes, but you have ulterior motives.
You’re getting ready in her bathroom as she leans against the door frame, watching you. Your niece sits on the edge of the tub. She just turned six and is learning all about the world. You love watching her grow, except for one teensy little thing—
“Why does Sugar get to go see Greta and I don’t?” She asks your sister.
“Because Sugar has big kid money, and you spend your allowance on Barbie.” Your niece just huffs. You grin as you finish fixing your hair. You crouch down to her level, and push hair from her face.
“How ‘bout this? I’ll take lots of photos for you, and get you a shirt, and I’ll take you on their next tour, okay?”          
She considers this for a moment.
“And you’ll say hi to Jake for me?” While you are in Danny Lane, Duh, she is strictly obsessed with Jake Kiszka.
“Of course, I will! Duh! He’s gonna love a message from his best girl.” You say it as if it’s obvious. She giggles and stands, giving you a quick hug before you have to leave.
“You’re so good with her. And nice too, I never expected that.” Your sister says as she walks you to the door.
“Don’t expect me to go soft with you, too. She’s the exception.” Your sister just smiles as she stands in the door, watching you walk down the walkway.
“Be safe!” She calls.
“Bye, Mom!” You say dramatically as you get in her car to drive to the venue with.
The show is amazing, as usual. Since their career has taken off, you’re only a more active fan, always keeping tabs.
You keep tabs to see if Danny is taking anyone. He does. You don’t know if that’s true for right now, but you know he has since you saw him. So have you. It’s ridiculous to assume you’d stop your lives for one flirty encounter when you were 18.
After the show, you notice people grouped around, waiting to see if the boys make an appearance. You don’t have anywhere to be. You stick around.
An hour or two passes. You smoke, lending cigarettes to other people waiting, and the number of folks start to dwindle down. But the summer is coming to an end, and you know that this might be one of the last times you can stay out this late without freezing for a while.
And wouldn’t you know it, Sam and Danny come out to say hi. And Sam is lovely, of course he is! He’s sweet and funny, and even more handsome in person.
But Danny makes your heart race. You grin to him, and it takes him a second before he breaks out in a grin, as he approaches you. Before you can say anything he just hugs you, and holds you for a while. He pulls away and looks at you, uttering your full name, as it was written on your lighter.
“Danny...” you say softly, and he just keeps smiling at you. His curls look healthier. He looks healthier.
“Hi, Sugar.” He says gently.
“You remembered that stupid nickname, Oh God...” you groan.
“And you still hate it.”
“Mm... maybe not so much when you say it. Maybe not when my niece says it.”  Because it stuck so well, your niece just grew up knowing your name as Sugar, and not much else.
“Your niece?”
“Stevie, she’s an angel, and in love with Jake Kiszka.” You admit.
“I’ll extend the message. Stevie, is that a reference to the true queen of breakup songs?”
“Yes, of course.” You assure. You can’t stop staring at him. His eyes wander down to your arm, to your wrist.
“Cool tattoo.” It’s a lighter. It’s corny, you know that. And part of you didn’t even get it because of him. Half of you just thought it would be cool. But there was a part that hoped he’d see it one day.
“Well, some asshole took my last lighter and hasn’t given it back, so I figured no one can steal this one.” He laughs and shakes his head.
“You’re funny, Sugar.”
“Well...” You shrug softly, “You can keep the lighter by the way.” You assured. “No hard feelings.” He grins, pulling it out of his pocket and waving it at you.
“Thanks. And hey, maybe I could give you something of mine, too?” This confuses you until he pulls off the necklace he’s wearing and drops it in your hands. You look down at it, and your face flushes. It’s a long leather cord, with a milky stone shaped like a moon.
“Does this mean I won’t be getting your number tonight?” You ask, as your hand closes over the necklace. He smiles at you and shakes his head.
“It wouldn’t be fair to either of us. I’m going to be on tour for a while, and you live in New York—”
“I’m moving to Tennessee. Nashville. For work.” You assure. He smiles wider.
“Then when I get back. I’ll come find you.” He speaks. “Are you in the writing business yet?”
“Getting there.” You tell him.
“Then I’ll find you in the future.” He assures, as Sammy calls his name back at the door where he came from. How come it always ends this way? How come you always have to say goodbye to him? Especially when he looks this good? Your heart aches for him already. You want him to kiss you. But instead, you lean up and kiss his jaw, and he smiles down at you when you pull away.
“See you soon, Sugar.” He says gently. It’s quieter this time. You know he means it. He pulls away, and takes one last long look at you, and turns just before you can see tears in his eyes, and just before he can see tears in yours.
• • •
The rest of the year flies, and your new job starts, about twenty minutes from where you live, and only fifteen from your sister and niece. You get a raise three months in, and it’s just in time for you to buy your niece tickets to the Starcatcher World Tour. You’ll be the first show of a long tour, and you know you can’t stay like you did last time. Besides, he won’t come out to see the fans, not after such a long night.
You bring something for him just in case.
But your niece and you have a great time, despite this being your first show without being in the pit. You have first row lower bowl seats.
Ticketmaster is your sworn enemy, and you’ve won every battle with them lately. Fuck ‘em.
Because it’s the first show of the tour, everything is new, and you don’t know what to expect. You especially don’t expect a ten-minute drum solo from Danny.
…It makes you want him desperately.
When they move to the B stage, you’re still a little caught up in him, but that is nothing compared to when they exit the B stage and start handing out flowers. Danny doesn’t really have any flowers, but Jake is walking right in front of him, and right towards you.
Your niece freaks the fuck out. Because she is a Jake girl, and Jake is right there. He sees her small hands and grins, handing her a rose, and clasping her hand with his for a moment before continuing his walk. You’re so caught up in this moment that you don’t register that Danny is quickly approaching.
And then you do, and you’re one of the many calling out to him, as he smiles and clasps his hands with theirs.
Instead of Danny, you call, “Hey, Drummer!” and somehow, during all this chaos, he sees you. And he’s grinning like an idiot.
He stops for a second, pulling you forward, and before you know it, he’s taking about twenty seconds to kiss you.
It’s deep, passionate, and full of the raw need that you’ve felt since seeing his drum solo. Everyone around you is freaking out as you slip what you bought to give him into his hand.
He must leave though, and he slips what you’ve given him in his pocket, pulling away, and whispering quickly,
“See you soon, Sugar.” He leaves, and you’re left to the screaming fans around you, including your niece, who can’t believe anything that just happened.
The show goes on, and there’s a new energy about Danny.
Everyone on twitter goes wild about your interaction.
When he gets off stage that night, he pulls out what you gave him from his pocket, and sees it’s a polaroid picture of you, in your bathing suit and sunglasses, on the beach.
He uses it to get through rough nights on tour.
• • •
The next year or so goes by in a whirlwind—In the worst way possible. Work is going well, you don’t date anymore, delusional about your Drummer, and for a while, everything is fine.
Until your sister slides off the road during a snowstorm and is killed on impact.
You go from taking care of Stevie when your sister needed a break, to being her legal guardian.
It is the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do. You balance your work life with your grief, newfound parental duties, and helping Stevie through the loss of her mother. Her father was never in her life, and you find yourself moving into your sister’s house, so Stevie doesn’t have to move schools.
You watch her attempt to process this huge loss at eight years old. She doesn’t listen to music anymore; she doesn’t want to celebrate her birthday and she doesn’t want to sleep without a nightlight.
You hold her while she cries for her mom.
You hold your mom while she cries for her daughter.
No one holds you as you sob, longing for your sister.
You will yourself to be good. To be nice and not let the grief suffocate you, you need to be there for your best girl, she cannot do this without you. But it’s so hard. You’re angry with the world, with yourself, with her, why couldn’t she have just stayed the night at her friends? You will yourself to channel that stupid nickname. You will yourself to be good.
The winter is hard, but as the season thaws, so does your grief. It’s still hard, but the kitchen fills again with the smell of pizza and baked goods, with the sound of Foo Fighters and Guns N Roses, and with your niece’s laughter.
You talk about your sister openly, never hiding your own grief from Stevie, and never being afraid to tell her stories of her mom.
You get a tattoo on what would have been your sister’s birthday. It’s just her birth flower.
Under it, in her handwriting, is “Sugar and Spice.” It’s right beneath your lighter tattoo. It’s the only time you’ve ever cried getting a tattoo.
Summer comes, and your office has no A.C. It’s a critically hot day in Nashville, Stevie is being watched by your mom. You’re editing a new chapter from a high-end client, just finishing it up before you head home for the day. Really, your day ended ten minutes ago, but you’re still working. Until you get a call from your office’s front lobby.
When you answer it, it’s just Jane, the security guard.
“Hey, Jane, what can I do for you?” You ask, rubbing your eyes from finally unfocusing from your computer screen.
“Hey, Kid. Just wanted to see if you were okay with company. Pretty boy says he’s here to see you.” You furrow your brows. Pretty boy? There have been no pretty boys in your life recently.
“What’s his name?” You ask quizzically. You hearJane asking for a name.
“Says his names Danny, and—” You stand, making sure your draft is saved before you turn off your computer, grabbing your things, and remembering she’s waiting for a response.
“Uh—Tell him I’ll be right there!” You say quickly before hanging up, then dash to the elevator, wishing it to go faster. It takes forever.
When the doors open, he stands in front of you, as if he was waiting to take the next elevator up. You just grin and lunge, hugging him tightly. He returns the sentiment. You hold each other there, just embracing each other and taking the other in. You pull away to really look at him.
You haven’t been active on social media since you took guardianship of Stevie, too busy. So, you haven’t seen him in a while. He looks phenomenal. His hair is shorter, but he wears two gold hoop earrings, a grey muscle tee, and has the same smile. His hair has this slight highlight to it, and his skin is tanner, his freckles enunciated.
You want to kiss him.
But you stand back from him for a moment to turn to Jane and thank her, and then you pull him outside, onto the busy streets. You walk for a few minutes in silence, turning here and there. You eventually lead him to duck into a quiet, relatively clean alley way. It’s in a quieter part of town, and you lean against one wall, unbuttoning the first two buttons of your shirt, heart racing in anticipation. He leans against the wall, looking at you.
He can see the leather cord around your neck. It pushes him over the edge.
Suddenly, his hands are on your cheeks as he begins kissing you. His lips are just as soft as you remember, but his hands are rough. They must be calloused, even blistered from guitar and drums. You deepen the kiss. It’s heavy, and hot, much like the day around you.
It makes you want him more.
You pull him closer, by grabbing his shirt and pulling him against you. He tilts his head for better access, slipping his tongue into your mouth. You’ve wanted this for years. Your hands leave his shirt, trailing up to tangle in those locks of his.
You finally pull away when you can’t stand to be without air anymore. But as soon as you do, you find yourself kissing him again. Not as deeply this time, but with just as much need. You kiss him again and again, your skin burning.
When he pulls away for real, panting, he leans his head on the wall behind you, his hot breath on your collar bone.
“Found me, Drummer…”
“Found you, Sugar…” He says softly.
“How? Why?” He pulls back to look at your face.
“How? You’re on your company’s website. Why? What do you mean why? Why? Because for the past six fucking years, I have only had enough of you to keep me wanting you, and every time I’m able to stop dreaming about you and your perfect lips, I am pulled back in by fate, seeing you always. And when I kissed you last year... It snapped something in me. You ruined everyone else for me, and I still had to wait. I don’t want to wait anymore. I’m not on tour, I’m here for a long time. I need you...” He says your name gently when he realizes you have this terrified look on your face.
“I… I can’t just… Danny, I’m my niece’s legal guardian. I will always have an obligation to her first, I can’t run off with you… Can’t go with you to California...” You tell him weakly.
“That’s okay.” In truth, Danny always wanted kids, and sure, he wasn’t planning on a kid just now, but he’s sure you can make this work. “When did this happen?”
“January… When my sister died.” You tell him, your voice barely above a whisper, yet it cracks with emotion. He just kisses you quickly and holds you.
“I still need you. I’d love to meet your niece.” He says once you’ve pulled away. You grin.
“She’s a big fan of yours.”
“More of a Jake girl, I hear.” He smirks. It makes you laugh.
You straighten yourself out, ready to take him to your house, have him meet Stevie, and just jump into it. Fuck it. What have you got to lose after waiting for him for six years?
Before you can make it out of the alley, he grabs your hand and says your name again. He takes out his—your lighter, and places it in your hand. You gave up smoking the night your sister died.
“I don’t need it right now, sugar. I told you, when I saw you again, it would be yours. And now we don’t have to say goodbye in two minutes.” It’s enough to make you lean forward and kiss him again.
You take his hand and begin walking with him. There’s no need to long for him anymore.
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Gamer Girly - part 3
part 1 • part 2 • part 4
A/N I deadass think I was feral writing this I’m so fucking obsessed with Suguru it made it hard to even put words , sorry if it’s not good lmaoo. Actually I think it’s really bad so I’m sorry lmao
MDNI 18+
cw: smut, tipsy sex, alcohol, cigarettes, oral, fingering, cream pie, getting walked in on, daddy kink, praise kink
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Geto lends a beautiful hand attached to a muscular arm to help you up from where you stumbled and you both are at a loss for words.
“I can’t believe it’s you” you manage to speak up.
“Yeah that’s crazy, I’m sorry again are you okay?”
“Yeah yeah I’m fine just drank a little too much” you blush.
You finally dare to make eye contact and notice his red eyes. Him and Gojo definitely finished that blunt before they came. He’s wearing a black tee with faded black denim jeans and white Air Force ones. His hair is half up half down with a little bun, contrary to the bun he sports on a typical stream.
As you regain your composure from your tumble he still holds your hand that he helped you up with and proceeds to shake it. “Well not the way I was hoping we’d meet but none the less it’s a pleasure,” he mumbles and a tinge of pink creeps across his cheeks.
“Oh, erm, yeah! The pleasure is all mine!” You squeak out nervously as every single memory of you obsessing over this man replays in your head. You grab a pack of cigarettes out of your back pocket at the same time you see Geto lighting his own.
“A good girl like you? Smoking darts?” He raises his eyebrows teasingly.
“Oh shut it you don’t know anything about me,” you roll your eyes and put the cig in between your soft pink lips, “just give m’ a light,” you mumble with it in your mouth.
Geto leans in and cups his hand on the outside of your face to block the wind and uses his black lighter to engulf the end of the cig. His eyes linger on your lips hugging around the cigarette and the way your eyebrows relax after your first smoke. His eyes go down to your cleavage that you weren’t aware was showing until now.
Geto takes another drag of his cigarette quickly looking away as you look up at him. You smirk to yourself knowing you caught him looking. After a few more minutes of comfortable smoking silence, he speaks up.
“You look better in person than over FaceTime.”
He is still keeping his stoic, not interested persona, but you notice the way he barely smirks at you.
“Thanks… you look very similar to you since I watch you every day.” You internally roll your eyes at your embarrassing sentence and throw the butt of your cigarette on the ground, stepping on it. “Can I buy you a drink? My friends here are big fans of yours if you’d be willing to meet them?” You smile hopefully and grab his hand pulling him towards the door to go back inside. Geto finally cracks a smile at how silly you are and responds, “fine, but I’m not signing autographs.”
You roll your eyes at him as you settle in line at the bar. You notice his hands half in his pockets, god his hands are so big. You gulp thinking about what they would feel like touching your body. You snap out of it when he lifts his hand up to yours, confused. He is trying to compare the size of your hand to his, “Sorry I saw you were staring, I didn’t know how else to get your attention.” He states awkwardly as the tips of his fingers curl over top the tips of yours.
Approximately double the size. His hands are TWICE as large as yours. You smirk at him but keep your mouth close still not wanting to spill something dirty. Just then the bartender gets your attention and you order a vodka cran and look up to Geto for his drink. “Whiskey sour please.”
“A man of taste I see,” you joke with him and hand the bartender your card. He shakes his head and smiles down at you. “You sure do talk a lot when you’re not behind a screen.”
You pout and roll your eyes playfully as you both sip on your new drinks.
“Let’s go meet those friends of your,” Geto says putting his hand on your lower back while walking behind you. You weren’t sure if it was an accident but his finger tips seemed to brush and rub against your exposed skin sending goosebumps up your spine.
You approach the table of your friends with Geto and Utahime looks like she’s about to pass out. “Oh my god y/n, what the fucking fuck is going on?” She questions, but you just shrug and blush, “I bumped into him outside?” Haibara and Utahime, although starstruck, introduce themselves to him and are asking too many questions about his gaming. You notice the way Yuki’s eyes linger on Geto’s hand on your back before making eye contact with you and then looking down at her drink.
“SUGURUUUU!” You hear someone shouting across the bar. Geto turns his head to see his white haired friend shouting. It is a little comical how they are the two tallest people in the bar so they can see each other above all of the crowd. He waves Gojo to come over and you can’t help but stare at how gorgeous this man was. Wearing jeans, a white tee, a flannel over top, and vans, this man looks the stark opposite of Geto.
Gojo eyes you as he approaches the table. “Is this our new little mod for the stream?”
Geto shakes his head and chuckles “Yes Satoru she’s the one I was on FaceTime with earlier and she’s been a very loyal fan for a while.” You look into Satoru’s blue eyes to shake his hand and he returns the favor, but his eyes also seem to be looking at Geto’s hand which is STILL resting on your back, neither of you in a hurry to remove it. The group you’re with proceeds to talk about video games and twitch streams now that two local celebrities are in their presence. You start to zone out a little, the alcohol and cigarette definitely having an impact on your functioning. You sway to the music, 3005 by Childish Gambino playing in the background and finishing off your vodka cran. Geto smiles down at you and leans to whisper in your ear, “mind if I dance with you?”
Instead of responding you grab his hand spinning around and pulling him closer towards the music. You stop with him standing behind you and you’re feeling awfully bold so you grab his hands placing them on your hips. You smirk up at him as he bites his lip looking down at you surprised.
Your hips start swaying with his feeling the front of Geto’s muscular body touching up against you. The feeling of his tshirt riding up a little to feel his abs against the part of your back in between the bottom of your crop top and the top of your skirt makes you feel feral for this man.
You can’t believe within 3 hours you went from finding out he went to the same school to grinding on him. All the Stars by Kendrick Lamar starts playing and Geto seems to be into it just as much as you. Deciding to shoot your shot you turn around to face him, with his strong hands still on your hips. You motion ‘come here’ with your finger to get him closer to your face, pretending you had something to tell him. Rather that speaking in his head, you gently pressed your left hand to the right side of his face and closed the distance between your lips. His surprised demeanor quickly faded, wrapping his arms fully around you now. You can feel the butterflies in your stomach ramping up and getting horny instead of being cute little butterflies. Just as he enters his tongue into your mouth you’re interrupted by cat calls, whistling, cheering, etc from your table of friends plus Gojo.
They just saw the whole thing. You cover your face in embarrassment as Utahime, in drunk fashion is motioning “👉🏼👌🏼” to you but little does she known Geto can also see what she’s doing.
Your face is bright red by this point but Geto looks calm cool and collected as ever. “Want to go out for another smoke?” You ask up to him shyly, reaching up with your thumb to wipe off a little bit of smeared lipstick off his lips. He doesn’t respond, just nods and smiles before looking over to Gojo and winking, as you hold his hand walking fast to find the back door.
You sit down on a bench outside pulling out your cigarettes again as Geto sits next to you. “Sorry if that was embarrassing I got a little bold in there” you say not making eye contact.
Geto sweetly says “hey, look at me. It was good.” He looks gently into your eyes as you lift your head. His left hand with an unlit cigarette comes to cup your cheek and jaw as he gently kisses you again, this time with no friends around. Just other strangers minding their damn business. The kiss deepens and his grip on your cheek becomes stronger as you whimper into his mouth. He takes that opportunity to begin to explore your mouth with his tongue, tasting a mixture of sweet cranberry juice, cigarettes and whiskey.
You pull your lips away with your forehead resting on his still, his hand now dropping from your face down to your exposed thighs.
“Come home with me?” You beg. You can’t even hide it, you want him so bad. “Please,” you whisper in his ear teasing him with your lips on his earlobe right next to his earring. He groans and smirks, “you’re going to get me in trouble.”
“Cmon we can smoke while we walk, let’s just go.” You say standing up, moving to stand between his manspread legs, pulling the hair tie out of his little bun and running your hands through it, slightly tugging at the ends. “Please, I’ll beg if I have to.”
You watch as the look in Geto’s eyes goes from infatuation to lust and a darker look takes over as he goes from your eyes to your lips, your neck, your cleavage, and finally down to your tight denim skirt. He gulps and you watch his Adams apple bobble and decide to take this opportunity.
You pull him up from where he’s seated and start to walk out of the bar through the back entrance so you don’t have to pass by your friends again. “Wait - Satoru I can’t leave him.”
“He’s a big boy, just text him.” You say confidently.
“What about your friends?” He asks.
“They won’t even notice I’m gone,” you roll your eyes and giggle. “Now cmon! Please don’t make me beggg” you whine to him.
He pulls out his lighter and his phone and starts walking, lighting your cigarette first and texting Gojo. You tried to give him privacy of texting guy stuff as you started walking just a few minutes to your apartment. His phone continuously buzzing you decide to sneak a peak, I mean his brightness is the whole way up and he’s not being inconspicuous.
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Oh god, your face turns red and you immediately regret looking and try to pretend you didn’t see anything when he looks over to you.
When you get up to your apartment you don’t waste any time getting to know Geto better. He sits on the couch and you offer him whatever he may need, turning on the tv (thin walls and you don’t want your neighbors getting curious). You deliberately choose to straddle his lap, facing him. “Please tell me if I’m being too forward, but I want you to fuck me so unbelievably bad.”
Geto licks his lips and chuckles a little, moving his hands to sit on your hips. The dirty thoughts running through your head won’t stop, thinking about riding him like this, thinking about what feels like a bulge growing beneath where you’re sitting but you might just be drunk and making things up.
“Are you sure hun? You’re a little drunk and I don’t want you to regret anything.” He winks at you as if he already knows what’s going to come out of your mouth.
“God, I’ve had a crush on you for like a year I’ll be damned if I regret shit.” You blurt out starting to grind against him while your skirt creeps its way up.
“Such a dirty girl, princess. Tell me what you want.” He moves his hand to your face, holding it and running his thumb over your bottom lip.
“Well,” you start as you reach your hand under his shirt to feel his abs and pecs, “I want to see and touch your whole body, and I want to suck your cock and make you feel good, and then I want to do whatever you want me to do.” You whisper the last part, leaning in close to leave kisses all over his lips, cheek, jaw, moving down to his neck and collarbone. He lets out a deep breath putting more pressure on your hips as you subtly grind on him. God the bulge you hardly noticed before is definitely there now.
“Fuck Princess, I didn’t know you had such a thing for me.” He says in a deep rushed voice, moving this take his shirt off. You find a dragon tattoo on his left pec muscle and begin to kiss and lick it “c’mere,” he whispers and engulfs you in a passionate kiss again, reaching down under your skirt to feel your panties.
Your face blushes at how wet you’ve already gotten kissing him but he just flashes you a cocky smile, “all for me?” He asks.
“Yes Geto all for you” you groan as he begins to rub your clit through your black lace panties.
“Call me Suguru princess, we’re on a first name basis now.”
“Fine, Suguru.” You take your shirt off as he slips his pointer and middle finger under your panties to directly rub your clit and your soaked hole.
“God you’re so wet” he mumbles leaning into your neck and newly exposed upper body to give you kisses. He sucks on the sensitive spot below your ear which makes you let out a particularly needy whimper.
“Please Suguruuu I need moreee,” you whine. With his free hand he undos your bra leaving love bites and kisses and sucking all the way down your neck and chest. Your newly exposed nipples harden and your hole clenches around sugurus fingers as he begins to suck and tug on your right nipple. His free hand moves all over your body needing you, like this is his only opportunity. You reach down to start to undo his pants as he’s still thrusting his fingers in you.
“What do you wanna do next Sugu?” You look up at him with innocent doe eyes, and even though he knows you can’t be that innocent he still falls for it. He moves you off his lap so you’re laying down on the couch as he takes your skirt and panties off.
He lets you finish undoing his pants and start to take them off leaving just his hard erection inside his black boxer briefs.
Suddenly you get nervous realizing how actually massive he looks standing next to you. You reach up to rub his shaft through the soft fabric as his fingers make contact thrusting into your needy cunt again.
Soft whimpers and moans fill the room above the noise of the tv. You pull down his boxers to reveal the most perfect dick you’ve ever seen. It’s neatly trimmed with a few veins and a pretty top begging to have the pre cum sucked off. You lean towards him asking, “may I?” Sticking out your tongue and opening your mouth wide. “Sure princess,” using his hand that isn’t occupied creating pleasure for you, he grabs the base of his cock and taps it on your tongue. From there you start the work and begin kissing and licking up and down his shaft and tip. He smiles down at you and thrusts his fingers into you harder. You take his whole tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around holding eye contact with Suguru making him let out a soft moan. As your mouth takes more of him in he softly praises you with the sounds of your cunt gushing around his fingers in the background. He rubs your clit in small circles with his thumb as you begin to pick up speed sucking up and down his shaft.
“Deeper baby,” he tells you and you begin to take as much of him down your throat until it hurts. You moan around his cock feeling yourself getting closer to your high. He keeps praising you, noticing every time he does your pussy clenches around his fingers. “Gooood girl, you’re taking me so well” and “that’s it, you look so pretty with my cock down your throat”.
As you get closer to your own orgasm you take him out of your mouth and begin using your hand keeping the same rhythm you had with your tongue. Now that you aren’t muffled, he hears just how loud your moans are, making his cock twitch. “Cum for me pretty girl,” he coos to you, holding the side of your face and looking to your eyes as his fingers pick up speed. His face and praise is all it takes you so push over the edge, clamping down and releasing on his fingers repeatedly, arching your back off the couch moaning “Suguruuuu”. That’s all it takes for him to get close to his own orgasm, with your hand still jacking him off as his warm cum lands all over your face and tits. The way he throws his head back and twitches when he comes is so beautiful, you’re already horny for him again.
He gives you both a minute to rest before he makes an effort for round two. He takes his thumb and pushes the cum that landed on your face into your mouth. You suck all his cum off his thumb and moan as you taste it.
“You’re so beautiful he mumbles” standing up to grab a towel and some water you sit up admiring his naked physique walking around your kitchen. “I could get used to this view,” you say blushing as he turns around to look at you, cock still hard. He makes his way back over to you with two water bottles and a little dish towel as he wipes off his remaining cum from your tits and face. You both drinking your water as you find yourself crawling back on to his lap like you were originally.
“Suguru, can I please have you inside of me?”
“Well, I can’t say no to such a pretty girl that asked so politely. You were such a good little slut cumming on my fingers so I think you deserve it.”
Your cunt clenches around nothing at his words as you let out a slight whimper.
“You like when I talk dirty to you don’t you, a little praise kink perhaps?”
“Yes sir,” you answer back quietly looking away from his eyes.
He shakes his head and uses his hand to move your head to make eye contact with him. “You like calling me sir hmm? What about daddy? You like being a submissive little princess?” He smiles at you still holding your face. “Yes daddy,” you say even quieter from the last time.
“Please don’t be shy babygirl you’re about to have my cock in you, and you’ve been doing soo good for me tonight.”
You gain some confidence from his words and lean in to kiss him again, rubbing your bare heat on his erection. He helps you adjust to get ready to slide down on his cock and rubs the tip across your clit and teases your soaking little pussy. You take the initiative to start riding him slowly sinking down until you can’t go anymore.
“Fuck, y/n, oh my god” he borderline whimpers your name turning you on even more.
His fingers definitely helped you get ready for his huge dick but nothing could’ve prepared you for what has to be the biggest cock that’s ever fucked you. Your walls are so tight around him, you feel him everywhere inside of you touching all of your weak spots.
“Shit daddy,” you moan, watching his eyes dilate at the use of the term. It made him so horny he grabbed your hips and started fucking up into you, taking over the work.
“Princess, be a good girl and take it okay? I’ll do the work for you” he says in between thrusts.
“Yes sir,” you moan back out of breath from how hard he’s fucking you. God you can’t believe you’re fucking the guy you’ve gotten off to with your vibrator for 9 months and had such a huge crush on.
Suguru catches one of your bouncing tits in his mouth suckling and looking up at your blissed out face.
Just then through the sounds of smacking skin and loud moans with the tv still playing, you think you hear a faint knock. You assume it’s someone knocking on your neighbors so you go back to minding your business. A few seconds later a very drunk Utahime busts into your apartment and you gasp as suguru tries to cover your tits for you. Luckily with the way your living room was set up she could only see your face and your tits but the back of sugurus head.
“Utahime! Get out!!” You screeched at her, a slightly less drunk Haibara stumbling in to retrieve her. He sees your less than covered chest and tries his best to get your blabbering friend out. As the two of them finally leave and close the door you are on the verge of tears embarrassed and look down to where sugurus cock is still in you.
“Princess it’s okay it happens, don’t be embarrassed.”
“I know I just feel like this is payback because I walked in on them earlier today.”
Suguru lifts you off his lap, his cock springing to hit his stomach still be rock hard despite the altercation. He walks to your front door and locks and deadbolts it so no other interruptions can take place.
“Hey, y/n, it’s okay, Princess, let me bend you over and make it up to you?” Suguru softly says in your ear as he stands behind you making eye contact with you through the mirror in your living room.
As awkward as you feel you’re still insanely horny and say “whatever you want, daddy” winking to him in the mirror. He lets out an animalistic like groan at your words and bends you over the side of your couch so you both can watch him fuck you.
“Be a good girl and take it, ‘kay?” He coos as he prods your entrance with his tip again. Your soaking cunt welcomes him back so warmly which has him cussing and moaning. You never thought that this man would be moaning over you, gently holding your hair into a makeshift ponytail kissing up your back and your shoulders and neck.
You get snapped out of your cute thoughts as his hips pick up a relentless speed, his tip kissing your cervix every time. You watch his body in the mirror seeing the way his muscles flex every single stroke and the look of lust in his eyes as he watches where his dick goes in and out of you stretching it. “Baby can I take a video please you’re taking me so well,” he whines making eye contact with you in the mirror.
It’s like he already knows your answer before it reaches your tongue, “whatever you want daddy.”
He reaches to grab his phone off the coffee table still holding your hair back as he begins to record, he makes you look at the camera and shows you in the mirror before panning down to show your nicely trimmed holes and the way you stretch around his cock. He lets go of your hair, allowing you to arch your back more and putting your face against the couch as he uses his free hand to spank your ass cheek. “So…submissive… and breedable..” he says in between each slapping noise. Your cunt clenches hard at the last part. “Shit, you’re squeezing me so good, you want me to cum inside that bad?” By this time you are a needy moaning mess only being able to get out “y-yes sugu- plea-“ as your eyes water up from a feeling of euphoria. You reach a hand down to rub your clit to help you reach your high, making small circles and gripping onto the couch for dear life with your other hand. “So-close-“ you gasp still getting the shit pounded out of you. “Yeah that’s it, good girl. Mhmm I want you to cum on daddy’s cock. Cmon princess I know you have it in you,” he keeps up his praises pushing you over the edge, clenching and unclenching around his cock as white cream covers his shaft. The feeling becomes too much for him as his thrusts lose their rhythm and his hips stutter inside of you as he stops moving. You gain the feeling of being full as suguru groans and moans into you. He waits a few seconds before pulling out and showing the camera the way his cum looks inside of you and watching it spill out onto the floor.
He ends the recording, immediately picking you up in his arms and taking you to the bathroom. You hadn’t tried to walk, but if you did you probably couldn’t. He looks down at you kissing your forehead and asks “was everything okay? Was I too rough, did you like it?” A look of concern on his face as your makeup is smeared and your cheeks bright red with little hickies all over the upper part of your body. You look like he just put you through the war.
“Yes sugu, it was great,” you wrap your arms around his waist hugging him. He smiles as your nickname for him and rubs little circles on your back with his thumb. “Do you wanna shower and sleep over? If you want? I totally get it if you want to go home..” you ask awkwardly looking anywhere but his eyes. He doesn’t respond but let’s go of your hug to reach around behind you and turn on the shower. I guess that is his answer.
He sees the makeup wipes on the counter and takes one out to begin taking your makeup off and cleaning you up. You can’t help but feel like he must pull mad bitches if he knows how to use makeup wipes. By the time he is done the water is properly warmed up and you both hop in. It is a good size shower just for you, but with you and a taller than average muscular man, it is a little tight. Your bodies pressed together as he wets your hair and his, grabbing your fancy shampoo to wash both of you. He grabs your coconut body wash and loofa to start washing your body and god he treats you like you’re so delicate. making sure to get your armpits, underboob, and gently using his hands to massage your tender pelvic area, making sure to clean out any extra cum that was left in there. As you wash out the shampoo and wash your body he washes his body with your same body wash. You switch positions with him this time as he rinses off, you grab your conditioner to put in your and his hair.
You blush and smirk thinking about how the Suguru Geto is going to smell like your conditioner and body wash. You both finish showering and you hand him an extra towel. You head into your bedroom for the first time since you returned home this evening and handed him some over sized tshirts and sweatpants you have.
“Do you have guys over so often you keep men’s clothes here?” He asks in a joking yet almost jealous tone.
“No I like wearing big clothes to sleep and when I have no where to go,” you respond pulling out an equally big tshirt for yourself, getting dressed in that and a pair of panties. “Besides, I don’t have guys over, this is uh pretty uncommon for me.”
You both have your hair wrapped in towels to let it dry, sitting on your bed going through your phones. You see a few texts in a group with Haibara and Utahime apologizing profusely and freaking out over the fact that you fucked Geto. You tried to hide your screen but it was no use, the Dana he had already been read by him. They said they left an im sorry gift outside of your apartment so you get up to go check your front door. Sure enough there is a medium pizza that they must’ve drunk ordered an extra for you.
“Suguru, we have fooood” you say as he joins you in the kitchen area. He joins you and you two eat some pizza while chatting about small talk things, acting like he didn’t just blow your back out. After you’re done eating and cleaning you both head back to the bedroom crawling in bed.
“Can I be your big spoon?” He asks ever so politely as you nod “I thought you would never ask.” He scooches close to you, both of you smelling great with wet hair and wraps his arm around your waist.
“Have you really had a crush on me for a while?” He asks quietly.
“Uhm..yeah. But I don’t want it to seem like I’m obsessed or a stalker I just have thought you were really nice to look at and I loved watching you game.” You try to be as confident as you can as you respond.
“Have you ever touched yourself to me?” He whispered into your ear. Just then you look up seeing your vibrator still on the nightstand in clear view.
“Fucking Christ,” you mutter to yourself embarrassed. “Yes I have. Is your ego bigger now? Do you ask every girl you sleep with that?”
He seems taken aback by the attitude in your answer. “Hey Princess, don’t get defensive. I don’t have a lot of girls over either.” He strokes your hair as you think maybe, just maybe, I have a chance with him. Or at least to be friends with benefits.
You fall asleep only thinking about him. His seed that was in you, his clothes on your living room floor, his arms hugging you tightly, his hair smelling like you.
“Goodnight, princess,” he whispers and drifts off behind you.
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orangesaek · 1 year
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[8:51 pm]
you have just finished your work for the day when you received a text message from your boyfriend, haechan.
"babe, are you busy right now? i really want to talk to you. can you please give me a call as soon as you're able to?"
you wondered what was up because haechan wasn't exactly the type to send you a text message first before calling. and at a very polite tone at that. most days, he would just call you at any time he could, and you didn't mind it at all even when you're busy with work yourself. he's your boyfriend after all, and you're grateful enough that he always tried to squeeze you in his already very busy schedules.
after a few rings, he picks up the call. you were greeted with a low "hi baby". something was definitely up, as this wasn't the usual tone haechan greeted you with on the phone. either he's extremely tired, extremely stressed, or both.
"hey, babe. i just finished work. how was your day?" you asked. it took a few seconds before he could respond, which was definitely unusual.
"my day has been okay..." he paused. "i mean, it was decent but definitely not the best."
your suspicions were right. something's definitely up.
"did something happen? can you tell me about it?" you asked cautiously, afraid that he might find it uncomfortable to tell you everything that happened.
it felt as if haechan was trying to think of what to tell you because he couldn't respond as quickly as usual. it was definitely unlike him to stay quiet on the other line for a couple of seconds.
you heard him heave a deep sigh, and you could already imagine him running his fingers through his hair. like he was frustrated about something.
"do you think i'm... unattractive?" he finally spoke. what he said left you at a loss for words. so many things were running inside your head. lee haechan? the lee haechan? unattractive? what? how? where? it didn't make any sense to you at all.
on haechan's end, he was waiting nervously for your response. he was afraid that you would tell him that yes, he is unattractive. that yes, he is not worth all the love and support that he has now. that yes, he is worthless.
your eyes started to brim with tears. who was the motherfucker who triggered haechan to doubt himself like that? you, and so many others know he's far from unattractive. behind the childish behavior he shows to you and the rest of nct, is a man who is actually thoughtful, kind, and lovable.
"lee donghyuck," you finally said after a moment of thinking of the right words to say.
"you are not unattractive." you continued. "i don't know which dumbass told you otherwise, but i want you to remember that you are perfect, and that you are the most amazing man i have ever known."
"you really think so?" haechan asked. you could hear the slight doubt in his tone, but he didn't sound as down as he did earlier.
"yes, and it's a fact that i'm sure millions of your fans would agree with."
you couldn't see it, but haechan was starting to smile a little bit from what you said.
"thank you, babe. that meant a lot to me. but to be completely honest with you, i still don't feel like i'm back to my best self yet, but thank you."
you let out a quiet sigh. you understood that it wouldn't be that easy for him to move on from whatever happened.
"hyuck, it's okay to be not okay" you said. "but i hope you know that i love you for who you are no matter what, and that you are far from being unattractive."
haechan was starting to smile again, but what you said next made him smile even wider.
"i love you, and i'm thankful you were born. thank you for being born, lee donghyuck, my love."
with that, haechan's heart felt a lot lighter. he wasn't sure if he saved a nation in his past life to deserve this much love.
"thank you for choosing to love me, babe" he said, his tone starting to sound a lot better.
"so..." he trailed. "wanna know which dumbass you're gonna punch?"
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adobe-outdesign · 9 months
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Shelmet/karrablast lines review?
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I'm going to preface this review by stating that I HATE trade-only evolutions. I'll spare you all from an extensive ramble, but the tl;dr is that they're obnoxious, counter-productive, and ultimately only serve to make it harder to get certain Pokemon.
HOWEVER, with that said, these two lines are the only time the idea of a trade-evo actually seems justified due to the way the two interact with each other. It's still not my favorite thing in the world (I feel like they could just evolve by being placed next to each other in one's party), but at least there's a rationale behind it instead of just abritrary decisions on the part of GameFreak.
Anyway, all that aside, I really like Shelmet here, and it's probably my favorite out of these four. The snail combined with a knight theme is super simple but reads really clearly, and the droopy eye and silly mouth give it a lot of personality. The colors are also nice, with the pinks and greens popping nicely against the neutral gray shell.
My only nitpick is related to the typing—this should've been bug/steel, for reasons we'll get into later.
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Accelgor has a completely different, more ninja-esc theme, but this makes sense due to the loss of its shell, which was where all the knight theming came from in the first place.
This design is also good—the lines on the head accent the swirled shape nicely, which is also fairly accurate to how a shell-less snail looks. The pinks and greens once again draw attention to the head, and the brooding expression is great.
I'll admit though, something about the lower body throws me a bit. The body being bandaged to make up for the lack of a shell is great, but the actual shape of the body is so... flat and rigid compared to the nice curves of its head. Maybe if it curled a bit at the bottom too it would have a better flow. The bandages are also a bit too dark in color, loosing some of the contrast Shelmet's lighter gray had. Still, it's decent and gets the idea across well enough.
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Gotta admit, I'm not a big fan of Karrablast. The idea of a beetle Pokemon makes perfect sense because it's based off of various kinds of beetles that eat snails and/or pupate in their shells, but Karrablast is just so amorphous and generic that you'd be hard pressed to even recognize it as a beetle, which really makes the theme fall apart a bit. Maybe it's just a me thing, as I'm not big on Pokemon with more "ambiguous" body shapes like this.
I also think it should've had more to do with Accelgor thematically. Escavalier "steals" Shelmet's knight theme, so I feel like Karrablast should've also had a ninja-ish theme to match Accelgor.
All that aside, it's okay. The expression is at least a lot of fun with its little fangs, and the colors contrast nicely compared to the Shelmet line's, but the light blue triangle on the head feels out of place and I'm not a big fan of the weird head-pincers. At the end of the day, it's not terrible, but it does feel like the weak link in this line.
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Escavalier, however, is pretty fun. Expanding on Shelmet's knight theme, it now has a pair of lances and a large area on top of the helmet somewhat evocative of a feathered headpiece. The shape of this headpiece also helps match with the bottom half of the shell with its curved shape. Overall, a fun execution.
I do think it could've been a bit stronger conceptually though. For one, Shelmet mostly keeps the same palette as it evolves, so it feels like the red accents on Escavalier should've been blue to match its pre-evo; it would also simplify the palette, seeing as it already has Karrablast's blues and yellows on its body.
And secondly, the typing. It definitely feels like the steel-type comes out of nowhere when Shelmet is only bug-type. I think it would've been much better if Shelmet was bug/steel and Karrablast was bug/dark; then when they evolve, it flips, so Accelgor would've been bug/dark and Escavalier's bug/steel now fits with the concept. Minor thing obviously, but it's always bugged me (no pun intended). I still enjoy Escavalier overall regardless though.
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As a whole, it's nice to see a line (or lines, in this case) that finally puts the trade evo idea to good use. I think the concept could've been stronger in a few spots, but it's still a fun theme and obvious enough to figure out through the visuals alone.
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freelancearsonist · 2 years
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Check Me Out
Steven Grant x fem!Reader (Marc and Jake featured)
Rated R for librarian by day stripper by night, marc and jake are steven’s wingmen and biggest fans, nudity, i’m very long winded, steven’s never been to a strip club before and neither have i and doesn’t know how it works
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A/N: big thank yous to @aellynera for beta-ing and coming up with a title that’s the perfect stripper/librarian double entendre (i’m still cackling), and to @dameronology and @foxilayde for answering questions my quick google searches couldn’t 😂 this was supposed to be a quick drabble so idk how it’s over 3k words now but i hope you all enjoy 🥺
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You should really ask her out. She's practically begging you to.
It's moments like this that Steven really wishes Marc would shut the hell up.
"There's no way she's interested, mate," Steven whispers shyly to the man in the mirror; or rather, the man in the computer screen. Where Marc's expressions are typically stern and calculating, he actually seems amused right now. His brown eyes are lighter than usual and there's actually something of a smile tilting his lips upward.
Are you kidding? She practically got hearts in her eyes.
Steven chances a glance over to the counter-you're staring at him and when you notice his gaze you jump and quickly hurry about making yourself look busy by scanning in the precariously stacked pile of returned books on your desk.
See what I mean?
"Just a coincidence, I'm sure," Steven mumbles. He's gotten his hopes up before, only for the object of his affections to be looking at the person behind him. Especially with someone as beautiful and charming as you, he really doesn't want to set himself up for disappointment.
You're one of the smartest guys I know, Steven. Steven can't help being a little flustered by the compliment; at least, until Marc adds, but sometimes, you're a really stupid genius.
"You don't have to be mean about it." Steven logs out of the computer and contemplates going over to you, then thinks better of it. Instead, he turns towards the familiar open mouth of the nonfiction section and remains blissfully unaware of the fact that you're watching him run away like the lovesick puppy you are.
It's hard, having a crush on a man who (to you) is so clearly not interested in you. He runs away every time he notices your attention, and you feel bad that you can't keep your eyes off him when you're so sure you're making him uncomfortable.
If only you knew.
C'mon, pack it up, Marc urges him. We've only got an hour until I need to meet my contact and I don't want to wear your clothes.
Steven almost sounds offended when he asks, "what's wrong with my clothes?"
Nothing's wrong with them, per se. But I don't want to be dressed like a youth pastor at a strip club.
"Strip club?!" It comes out way louder than Steven anticipated, and for once he's glad for the solitude of his history corner.
He set the terms. It'll be a quick in and out. Who knows, maybe you'll want to stay and enjoy the show.
Steven really doesn't think so. Not only because he's being dragged to a strip club as part of some mission of his alter's that he really doesn't want to condone, but because he's never believed in looking at a woman or man or anyone disrespectfully. And he's not so sure he'll be able to help it if he lets himself relax to enough to watch.
"Thanks bruv, but I'll pass," Steven grumbles as he absentmindedly drags his fingers over the hard cover spines of books that haven't been checked out in ages.
He doesn't have to look at his reflection to know that Marc's smiling.
Your loss, man.
Steven fumbles around asking you about your day and if you have any plans for the weekend as you scan the pile of books he's taking home, and he hears more than one exasperated sigh from Marc; especially when Steven leaves your domain yet again without asking for your number.
Once the books have been safely organized on the desk, Steven yields the body to Marc. He watches with interest from the mirror as Marc takes a frankly ridiculous amount of time rummaging through the closet to pick out an outfit.
There's another voice coming from the mirror while Marc goes about his task.
Just pick something. It's not rocket science, no one's gonna be judging you for what you wear.
Marc glares over his shoulder at the reflection that spoke. "If I don't dress the part, I'll stand out like a sore thumb."
Let me dress us, then.
Marc almost snorts at that. "You're well-versed in strip club attire, are you?”
Jake responds with a snarky smirk. I'm better at looking human than you.
Sorry, I hate to interrupt, but we're going to be late if you take much longer, Marc.
Marc takes a deep breath and scrubs a hand over his face at Steven's comment.
"Okay. Fine."
And just like that, Jake's in.
It takes him all of five minutes to select the perfect garments that blend into a sense of casual nonchalantness; the perfect look for an unsuspecting afternoon strip club goer. 
Marc begrudgingly thanks Jake for how quickly he managed to throw together such perfect street clothes when he fronts again.
So what exactly are we doing, lads?
“We’re retrieving an ushabti,” Marc explains simply as he goes about slicking his dark curls back. He doesn’t know how Steven can stand parting his hair—it drives him insane to get the soft strands in his face when he’s working.
An ushabti? The excitement is quite evident in Steven’s voice, even without Marc looking over to see the way his alter’s entire face has lit up. Whose ushabti, pray tell?
“Set.”
The gasp Steven emits is almost comical. Set? The Set? As in, god of chaos Set?
Marc looks over and gives him a simple nod before grabbing his jacket and double-checking that the apartment keys are tucked safely in his pocket. “Yeah. That’s the one.”
Oh my days. 
Typical Steven. More interested in the ancient action figure than the strippers.
It’s said with the fondness of an older brother cuffing the younger on the shoulder, but Steven lets out a disgruntled hum anyway. 
Marc ignores the conversation between his alters as he starts down the street, eyes focused on his feet and hands tucked in the pockets of his jacket.
It’s not an action figure, bruv. It’s… I suppose maybe you could use figurine, if you wanted to be archaic.
What’s the difference between a figurine and an action figure?
Steven almost scoffs at his alter’s ignorance. An action figure is a child’s plaything, innit? And a figurine—
Is something you find on the shelf at your grandma’s house. There’s a smirk in Jake’s voice as he says it—not as ignorant as he’d lead Steven to believe, but instead making a friendly game of toying with his alter.
You’re absolutely impossible, Steven groans, frustrated. You’d be hard pressed to find an ushabti at a grandmother’s house—
What, your grandma didn’t put her dolls on display?
Steven’s starting to catch on to Jake’s teasing, but he doesn’t mind continuing the argument. Well, that’s not quite right, is it? Considering that ushabtis aren’t “dolls”…
Barbies, G.I. Joes, whatever, Jake chuckles. I never could tell the difference.
Well typically—
“Will you two quit?” Marc growls under his breath as his steps come to a halt outside of the club. “We’re here.”
The stench of cigarette smoke and alcohol is almost enough to gag him as he pushes the door open and lets his eyes adjust to the dramatically different amount of light.
He takes a long look around the room—marks each exit and entry, notes how tall the catwalk is and how far the bar is to the bathroom. He could close his eyes and draw blueprints of the building in just a few seconds.
Probably one of the last places on the continent that allows smoking indoors, Steven chokes out. Smells bloody awful, doesn’t it?
I used to really like the smell, Jake interjects. Reminds me of grandpa’s house.
I don’t know if I could ever get used to this. Already feel like I need a good wash.
Marc can see Steven’s visage in the shiny silver of one of the large poles spanning from the ceiling to the catwalk stage—sees the way his alter shudders in contempt as if his skin is crawling.
And then he diverts his attention from the poles to the people attached to them.
There’s three poles along the long catwalk and the two outer poles are inhabited by dancers—clearly talented, seamlessly blending the art of dance with the skill of shedding their clothes without using their hands.
My, my. Jake lets out a low whistle—his silhouette shines in the uninhabited middle pole. We should go on more field trips like this, boys.
“This isn’t a pleasure trip,” Marc whispers. “Remember what we’re here for.”
Jake hums his assent. Body’s all yours. If you need me, I’ll be over here enjoying the show.
“You’re unusually quiet, Steven.”
I-I’m looking for this friend of yours.
He sounds unusually bashful, which Marc finds odd. There’s not a lot that gets Steven speechless.
“I already found him.”
The contact is a burly, middle-aged man nearly twice Marc’s size. He’s got a full graying beard and he’s lounged in a plush armchair like he’s never felt more at home.
Marc slides easily into the seat next to him—smiles and thanks the leather-clad waiter that offers him a drink. Just water; he doesn’t dare drink on the job.
He’s cute, Jake notes with a hint of amusement in his tone.
“They all are,” Marc replies under his breath.
Would you look at that. She’s got an Oxford tattoo, Steven hums with interest about one of the dancers on the catwalk. I wonder what her major is.
Jake snorts in good humor. You’re one of a kind, Steven.
Thank you, I think?
Marc tunes out his alters as the man beside him shifts—leans forward and carefully sets a small stone statue on the table between the two men.
Coast is clear, Jake tells him after a moment of observation. Marc gives the room a cursory glance, then smoothly swipes the ushabti from the table and slips it into his jacket.
By the time he’s done, the contact is already gone. But Marc knows it’s not the last time he’ll see the man—he’s a good guy who keeps a tight watch on the black market when it comes to things that Khonshu and the other gods don’t want falling into the wrong hands. Marc’s never actually talked to him—their interactions have always been these inconspicuous drops. But he’s got a suspicion that the man was an avatar at one point, although he’s not sure whom his contact might’ve served.
Don’t tell me we’re leaving already. There’s a hint of disdain in Jake’s voice when Marc shifts in his chair, about to stand up.
“Why not?”
We just got here! C’mon, we’ve at least got to stay for the headliner. It’s rude to leave without dropping some cash.
Marc doesn’t know why he’s even considering staying. It would be smart to leave as soon as possible and get Set’s ushabti into safekeeping.
Instead, he leans back in his chair and takes a sip of water.
It’s been a long, long time since he let himself relax and enjoy something like this, even just for a moment. He can’t remember the last time he felt so inconsequential, and it’s soothing in a way he didn’t know it could be.
I’d much rather go home, if that’s alright with you lads, Steven pipes in. I was hoping to get some extra reading time tonight.
Just sit back and enjoy it, Stevie. The smirk on Jake’s face almost makes Marc smile. Who knows, maybe you’ll see someone you like. I’ll ask her out for you, if you want.
Steven nearly chokes on his own tongue. I don’t think that’ll be necessary, but thank you.
The waiter comes back around and offers a refill as the two dancers vacate the catwalk, so Marc isn’t paying attention as the song changes and the announcer’s booming voice proclaims the stage name of the woman who comes on and takes her place at the center pole.
But when he focuses back on the dancer, he’s completely intrigued.
She moves fluidly and skillfully, like it comes to her as easily as breathing. It’s awe-inspiring, really—watching the way you spin and twirl around the pole and make it look like the easiest thing you’ve ever done.
Oh. My. God.
Steven’s never fronted so forcefully, and he mutters a string of profuse apology to Marc as he darts to his feet.
“It’s her.”
Did I miss something? Jake asks with an appraising hum as his eyes trail over you, and Steven has to fight the urge to scold him for looking at you like that.
Holy shit. Marc says it with a disbelieving chuckle—rubs his eyes like he doesn’t quite believe what he’s seeing. It’s the librarian.
Wait, that’s a librarian? Jake almost sounds offended. Damn, if I knew she was why Steven was always going to that place, I wouldn’t space out so much.
“She’s not why I go,” Steven argues indignantly. “My god, she’s… she’s incredible, isn’t she?”
Why aren’t you hitting that?
Steven nearly gasps at the question. “I’d never hit her.”
I didn’t mean—
Never mind, Jake, Marc chuckles. I’ve been trying to convince him to ask her out for months. He won’t do it.
Steven can’t drag his eyes away from you, even though he feels unworthy to watch your talent. He’s nearly writing sonnets in his head, putting to words the way you sway like a flower in the breeze and light his heart on fire.
“She’s so beautiful.” Steven’s voice is filled with quiet reverence—the kind used around sleeping babies and fragile relics. He doesn’t want to risk shattering this moment.
You sure you don’t want me to ask her out for you? 
Steven feels his face flush with heat and has to consciously keep himself from twiddling his thumbs. “She’s not interested. Not in me.”
Jake groans at Steven’s pessimism. Marc, talk some sense into him.
Trust me, I’ve tried. There’s a fond smile on Marc’s face as he speaks. He can’t be reasoned with.
Give me the body, Steven. I’ll take care of it for you.
“No!” It’s louder than he means for it to be, and he looks around bashfully to make sure no one’s looking. Thankfully, the music’s loud enough to cover for him. “Jake, really. You’ll just make an embarrassment of me.”
Now, when have I ever let you down, buddy?
Steven’s hard pressed to find an example, and it’s slightly irritating. He doesn’t have a good reason not to let Jake take the reigns—not a good reason that he wants to share, anyway.
In all honesty, Steven wants you to himself. He wants to ask you out and date you and do it without Jake holding his hand, but he’s just so damn nervous. He can’t handle the possibility that you might turn him down, that you won’t want anything to do with him. Not having you at all and pining from afar, to him, is a much more desirable outcome than having his heart broken.
Jake’s more perceptive than Steven gives him credit for, though. If there’s one thing he’s well-versed in, it’s interpersonal relationships.
Dude, you’ve gotta shoot your shot, Jake tells him firmly. She’s not gonna completely shaft you, even if she’s not interested.
Steven’s about to reply but he stops short because all of a sudden your eyes are on him. He almost feels like he’s been set on fire because your eyes are dark with concentration on your craft and your gaze lingers on him for way longer than it should, even as you spin around the pole and fling yourself upside down.
It’s so intensely intimate, keeping this eye contact with you while your tits are on display for him to see.
Go over to the ATM, Jake instructs. Get some ones.
Steven’s too shellshocked not to obey. He’s never done this, doesn’t know how much cash he should have. He’s not really even paying attention as he puts his card in the machine and pulls out a hefty stack of bills; his eyes are attached firmly to your increasingly less clothed form.
I’ve gotta hand it to her, she’s really good, Marc hums appraisingly.
“Oh god, I’m a bloody pervert, aren’t I?” Steven whimpers. He’s so ashamed that he’s looking at you like this, and yet he can’t will himself to stop.
You’re supposed to be watching, Steven, Jake hums with interest. That’s why she’s here.
He  feels a tinge of jealousy that he’s not the only one watching. There’s so many sets of eyes on you, all seeing your gorgeous body and the way you move so sensually to the rhythm of the song.
And yet he’s the only one who has your gaze. He has your focus as you spin and twirl and awe the crowd.
Suddenly, he can’t help thinking that maybe Marc’s right. Maybe you are interested.
Get closer, Jake urges. Throw some ones, see if she’ll let you tuck some into her panties.
Steven nearly chokes at the implication. “Stars above. I… I think I’m in over my head here, mates.”
Offer’s still on the table, Jake shrugs. I’ll get her for you if you want, bud.
“No.” It’s firm, decisive. Steven’s made up his mind: he’s never going to do anything with his life if he can’t be brave right now. If he can’t do this, he can’t do anything. Later, he’ll realize that’s not true; but for right now, it gives him the push he needs to walk right up the edge of the catwalk.
You transition effortlessly from the center pole to the one at the lip of the stage, as if you’re magnetically drawn to Steven’s presence.
Up close, it’s even harder not to make a bumbling mess of himself. There’s miles and miles of smooth, beautiful skin on display for him and it makes his head spin. Like this, it’s easy to block out all the background. It’s just you on your podium and him white-knuckling the edge of the stage, trying to keep his breathing under control as the song starts to crescendo towards its end and your movements become faster, more complex and skillful.
As the song ends, you strut easily to the edge and kneel down in front of him, torso twisting in time with the final notes of the beat.
Go on, Steven, Marc urges. It’s okay.
Marc somehow always knows exactly what his alter needs to hear.
The words give Steven the courage to reach up and tuck a few folded bills into the waistband of your panties—his face is so heated he’s almost worried he might pass out.
“Hey handsome,” you whisper. This confidence of yours is so different from your typically mild-mannered demeanor at the library, and it sends Steven into a tailspin. “Don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”
“F-first time,” he says with a nod. “You’re a brilliant dancer.”
“Thank you,” you tell him with a smile that nearly makes his knees buckle. “I’m done for the night, want to grab a drink?”
Oh god. Oh god, red alert. It’s happening. He didn’t even have to take the initiative.
Suddenly, he feels so stupid for waiting so long to make a move. So much wasted time spent wondering if you might return his affections when you could’ve already been his for months now.
Marc’s voice is firm. Speak, Steven. Don’t leave her hanging.
“Right,” Steven breathes. “Y-yeah, that would be swell.”
You smile grows impossibly brighter as you stand up—Steven’s eyes are level with your legs, and he gulps thickly as his eyes trail slowly up your body to your face.
“Let me go get dressed and I’ll meet you at the bar.”
Holy shit, Jake hums with an amused chuckle as the three of them watch you strut off backstage. Look at you, Steven. Didn’t even need my help.
“Don’t say that yet,” Steven whispers back. He falls back into a thickly padded chair with a heavy sigh, suddenly sweaty and shaky with the adrenaline of it all. “I feel rather light-headed. It’ll be a miracle if I’m still conscious when she gets back.”
THE END
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scrunchieandawig · 27 days
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SD/LA anon again here! I thought of a few more things to share lol.
So in terms of stories that stood out to me, D was kinda irrelevant compared to the rest. I feel like the SD show had funner vibes and the LA crowd wasn’t as good. Don’t get me wrong T&K were great still, it was just a different vibe. The biggest stand outs were that the jokes got a little darker? Which is typical for for them but I guess I felt like things were stranger this time, especially after T talked to D in the crowd. That moment kinda threw things off.
The dark moments were when T mentioned that everyone is commenting under all her photos ozempic and then joked it was depression again while kicking up her legs. Then K tried to make it lighter implying T wouldn’t take the easy way out by loosing weight with drugs or something like that? Then T was like I have the money to buy it if I wanted it! Then someone in the crowd kinda scoffed and they joked that person owns ozempic. It all didn’t really land ngl. Like maybe they shouldn’t talk about these topics in this way?
But the worst was when K was saying she’s in love with Jamie Dornan because they’re the same age and she would let him do anything to her. So T agreed and said not only would she marry him, she’s let him beat her up like an athlete’s wife?! Then she covered half her face like she had a black eye? Again I think even the crowd was like ummm ooooh?
Also I can’t remember the context but T was talking about something and said “you can’t control me” in the same voice she did when retelling the the saying horny at Christmas story in SD.
Then T was starting to tell a story about someone she either had or almost hooked up with in Milwaukee back in the day and was like I can’t give too many details because she knows fans will find things out. It was just kinda funny considering the recent timing of what some fans have found out about her relationship. I also feel like T was less likely to share sexual jokes. Which maybe it’s hard to compare it to K who was talking about fisting a lot lol. Just T is pretty open too but I think the boyfriend being in the audience meant she held back a little bit there.
The final thing was when they ended the show with the audience clapping they usually both leave and then run out for an encore. In SD they both came back out but in LA only K ran out again. I know that would sometimes happen during T&K live because K would stay on stage longer dancing. Just it felt like T was kinda done by the end and didn’t want to come back out?
Sorry if this wasn’t that interesting because I swear it was a really funny and a good show! Just the energy was different this time and I really feel like it was at least in part because he was in the crowd. Like T’s stories of him were mostly just name mentions, but her signaling him out and then looking at him made things feel weird during the rest of the show. Plus talking about her weight loss being depression and any causal mentions of domestic violence feel very real, especially coming from her. I know it’s all supposed to be dark humor but it just made me feel sad for T? Anyways sorry for the ups and downs, I just know people might be interested with everything going on and wanted to give a full report.
this is investigative journalism! love! D was kinda irrelevant←←← very on brand for him lol
so, i don't really understand why people think it's "funny" to accuse someone on being on ozempic? but then again, these are the same people who are quick to accuse K of relapsing, so... ugh, anyway. i'm not surprised that "jokes" about her losing weight because of depression and domestic abuse didn't land tbh. she has previously complained in a serious way that she couldn't eat because she was too depressed, does she think we don't remember? and like for both of those jokes it's like - i like to say dark jokes too so this is just my experience i guess... when you say something this dark directed at yourself, it's because you don't expect the listener/audience to care about you enough to be disturbed. when you have a very low self-esteem/self-worth, it's gonna happen a lot imo
i will say i always feel like T's sex jokes tend to be more abstract or absurd, which may not be lending with mr cardboard. i feel like she's talked about how he told her to not talk about their sex life in her stand up show because his parents? mom? were/was in the audience. so it's possible he's weird about it, which begs the question why he didn't stay as her anonymous bf. i'm just kidding, we all know where his priorities are. i feel like T tends to just leave lol, kinda cunty of her ngl, pink thing out!
this was very interesting actually, omg don't apologize! loved your report on the show disturbed only be the-cardboard-man-turned-energy-vampire
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Volume 3, Volume 8, and Stakes
So I’ve always been vocal about my criticisms of Volume 8, and I thought I’d hone in and focus specifically on the Fall of Beacon vs the Fall of Atlas, and why the former sticks the landing when the latter doesn’t.
By rights, the destruction of two cities and the displacement of their citizens should be the higher stakes finale of the two, but for some reason RT’s description of V8′s final episodes as “traumatic” don’t stick to me. I find that this is for multiple reasons.
Lack of Stakes
The primary reason Volume 8 seems to fall flat is its lack of stakes. Volume 3 was a truly ‘traumatic’ event in the series, whilst Volume 8′s finale mostly pays lip service to the concept but doesn’t fully commit. Let’s break down exactly what was lost from the protagonists’ angle in each climax:
Volume 3:
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Pyrrha, a character who had been in the show from the start and was one of the immediate secondary cast.
Penny, another character who had been in the show, since late volume 1.
Yang’s Arm, temporarily robbing one of the primary characters of their health and/or ability to fight.
Team RWBY, with the team fully disbanded by the end of the Volume.
Ozpin, the headmaster and protector figure - with his loss there’s an increased vulnerability for the cast.
Beacon, the primary setting and safe place for the cast.
The Fall Maiden
Volume 8:
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Penny, while a popular character, had already died once reducing the stakes and impact of her demise.
The Relics, which are important but ultimately MacGuffins and the villains already had one of them.
Vine Zeki, one of the Ace Ops, arguably the one with the least focus and a rival force to the heroes up until an episode before the finale.
Atlas and Mantle. Like Beacon they were the primary setting, but were constantly portrayed as a troubled society - leaving the question of whether they are worth saving in the back of the viewer’s mind. Robyn even refers to them as a ‘chunk of land’.
“Team RWBY & Jaune” - almost not even worth putting on the list as the viewer instantly knows these "deaths” are moot and won’t stick.
It’s clear that Volume 3 cut much deeper with its choice of character deaths & repercussions, while Volume 8 took a much lighter path, killing off a character who had already died once (Penny) and another who had barely any presence in the show to begin with (Vine). V8 also committed to things telegraphed from a mile away such as the relics. Let me stress that I believe in sticking to your guns even if fans predict it, but it does neuter the impact somewhat - and do fans really care about the relics most of the time?
Plus no one really predicted Beacon to fall so violently, while we all knew that Atlas would drop the minute we found out A) it was a floating city and B) the staff of creation was holding it up.
Antagonists
To start, let’s do the same thing as before, except with what the villains lost.
Volume 3:
Cinder - though there was a big, bold question mark over her fate.
Roman Torchwick - A popular but obvious arc villain who outright states how small-time he is.
Volume 8:
James Ironwood - Volume 8 makes the decision to triple down on making James an unlikable antagonist to the point he’s the primary threat despite Salem having made landfall. By the time his death arrives, I’m pretty sure a lot of viewers are sick of his rapid decline and him overall.
Arthur Watts - One of Salem’s top lieutenants, killed unceremoniously like Ironwood.
Hazel Rainart - Another of Salem’s top lieutenants, killed off after a wobbly ‘redemption’ arc.
Monstro - Salem’s secondary base of operations and the crux of her invasion.
Emerald Sustrai - Switches sides (to me her arc feels heavily truncated and a little unearned, likely due to how much v8 threw at the wall)
The Hound - Supposedly the biggest Grimm threat and slasher villain in the show so far, killed almost comedically by a statue.
Jacques Schnee - With ne’er an actual confrontation between him and Weiss.
Neopolitan - Betrayed by Cinder and cast into the void, though like RWBYJ her supposed “death” is transparent.
Volume 3 is almost a unanimous victory for the villains, and what losses they do have are nixed by the introduction of Salem at the end of the finale - her arrival implies that anything her side suffered is small-time now that the Big Bad is here.
Meanwhile, Volume 8 significantly trims down a bunch of long-standing major antagonists to the point Salem only has three lieutenants left. Where the losses are weighted on the heroes’ side in Volume 3, Volume 8 has a much more even balance. Compounded by the severity of Salem’s losses compared to the protagonists’, she basically came off worse.
Now let’s consider the lack of consistency on who’s supposed to be the villain of the volume. Here’s a sheet of who the main antagonist is of each episode in Volume 3 contrasted with 8:
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While Volume 3 has Cinder as a consistent primary villain practically the entire time - Mercury, Emerald, Roman and Adam all working to fulfil her plan even when they’re focused upon - Volume 8 has no less than three antagonists battling for control of the narrative. Salem, who is supposed to be the main villain of the show, is killed nine episodes into the volume. She gets better, but taking her out for so long and posting Ironwood and Cinder back into the position of primary villain makes it feel like the series could just as easily function without her.
It’s clearly a method to A) Have Emerald switch sides, B) Kill Hazel instead of doing anything with him, C) Reveal the power of Ozpin’s cane, but I can’t help but find the concept of killing off the Main Villain of the Entire Show In Episode Nine So You Can Focus On The Secondary Villains For The Climax utterly ridiculous. There’s no world in which it shouldn’t have been the opposite way around.
And while Volume 3 kills off a villain like Roman whose role in the show was effectively complete and introduce a roster of more threatening ones in Volume 4, Volume 8 can’t wait to sweep Hazel and Watts under the rug - leaving them both feeling like characters the writers made, promptly decided they wanted to do nothing with for four years, then killed off callously when they had potential to make Salem’s team a true threat.
I’m running out of steam now, but that’s my general thoughts on why specifically the finale and ultimate outcome of Volume 8 fall flat in comparison to Volume 3′s, and why this synopsis for Volume 9 feels... unjustified at best:
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SUGURU AND THE ARTICLES???? that is so very meta of you and i find that incredibly sexy actually 😩
what about the conference transcripts and stuff? those too?? 👀 i am losing my mind over this, did you already say this somewhere? or am i smart little cookie??? (please tell me i'm a smart little cookie)
oh man, i'm gonna pay so much attention to this on my re-read!!! can you tell us more about this choice?? or is that too spoiler-ish?
also thoughts on madrid GO
why thank youuuuuuuuuuuuu pookie
the line is less cut-and-dry with the other media forms. i hc that, for most of the articles/headlines, suguru DOES see them/read them/see what people are saying.
with the press conferences, its less so. suguru (2012) is likely to be rewatching some of them? but tbh the intention there was to kind of make the readers work to read inbetween the lines, and to prevent me having to write tons of scenes with incredibly similar settings. I hav only written like, two or three ACTUAL press conference scenes, and I only do it when i really, really want to get inside gojo's head in the moment of it.
also obviously the transcripts play a role in the present, and my hc is that gojo is not engaging with any media at all, so. its a bit eeeeeeeeeh on whether the transcripts are being engaged with like the articles.
i think ive mentioned it once in an ao3 comment but ur a smart little cookie <3 defo only the second time someones mentioned it in regards to the narrative.
okay, IRL f1 thoughts on Madrid 2026 below the cut:
STOP FUCKING PUTTING STREET CIRCUITS ON THE CALENDAR OH MY GOOOOOOODDDDDD
my issue isnt necessarily the loss of barcelona - fans have been complaining about that circuit for years, as have the drivers. My problem is that the quality of the track in Madrid is no better, if not worse, and the cars under current regs (even when we go into 2026, where they will get lighter, but not so much that they return to 2010s/2000s level of agility) are too big for narrow street circuits if they want to provide the sport with good racing.
fans have been calling for the return of Istanbul, a French GP (im not sure which circuit, exactly, though, bc paul ricard didnt seem all that popular), Sepang, Shanghai ... Mugello,,, the list goes on. There are so many historic permanent tracks throughout the world, Europe especially, that provide brilliant racing. We do not need street circuits in their droves. Las Vegas, although it ended up provding some exciting action, was an utter shit show from start to finish, with Norris' crash, Sainz almost losing a leg and then TAKING A PENALTY FOR IT, and drivers slipping all over the place.
I think aside from the racing, it's just hugely environmentally unfriendly. there is no need to construct tons of temporary facilities when we have plenty of race tracks that are permanent features. Roads have to be resurfaced, pitlanes constructed, temporary buildings set up... all of that is a waste of carbon. we are already an incredibly environmentally unfriendly sport, not just thru the actual racing, but through the amount of travel and construction involved. We can minimise that by not adding more street circuits to the calendar. No fan has asked for more street circuits, and we keep losing historic venues to make room for A) more US dates (why??? stop???) and B) more street circuits.
so yeah, not sure what the vision is with madrid and its roundabout. but its not popular and I don't think its a good idea, either.
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Alright so first of all, your character playlists are top-tier and I absolutely love all your analyses of the show, they're so well thought-out and just a joy to read.
I saw that your birdman playlist had The Astronomer from Ghost Quartet (you have impeccable taste, I've gotta say) and it got me thinking about the rest of the musical as it could align with dmhis
Specifically The Camera Shop, with Rose and Pearl fitting in really well with Yellow and Lesley.
Something about a Knowing™ character speaking over soft piano music to a well meaning yet extremely confused Trapped In the Narrative™ character, the creepy storytelling and over familiarity where you can tell that they Remember previous cycles in a way the other can only barely comprehend, the way that mix of love and fear and anger morphs from Kindly and Inviting Older Lady to outright anger and yelling, the way that even though she seems all powerful she's actually just as much a victim to the narrative... Idk man it's just got all the right vibes
Also "I'm a little confused, and more than a little frightened" "It's okay my dear, this is a circular story"
And "I don't believe any of this!" "Don't you REMEMBER?"
I'd be interested to hear your thoughts on it, since (if you'd believe it) it's a bit hard to find that crossover between dmhis and Ghost Quartet fans 😂 And you've always got the best takes on this kind of stuff
i think it's a shame that it's hard to find a crossover between dhmis fans and ghost quartet fans! it is my professional opinion that all dhmis fans should experience ghost quartet (a live recording is free on youtube! and the soundtrack is on spotify!).
the tones of ghost quartet and dhmis are very different, but if you love mind-bending storytelling, deciphering a very densely layered story that works on a very thematic level, the use of memory loss and residual memories and shifting roles that characters must inhabit, and the themes of a small group of people who fundamentally love each other trapped in a vicious cycle of narrative and character flaws that complicates that, you will love ghost quartet. also the music is so good. just be ready to give it multiple listens and make sure to have the genius lyrics and the wikipedia summary open on your first try. (there's also a ton of literature references in ghost quartet but i don't think you necessarily Need to know them. i just like them bc i'm a literature nerd.)
okay now that the shilling is over: i have thought of songs from ghost quartet in a dhmis character context! i haven't thought of The Camera Shop yet, but you're so right that it works well for yellow and lesley. the vibes are the same.
(more under the cut bc wow this got long)
i do have The Astronomer on the duck playlist bc of the contradictory feelings of curiosity but sheer incuriousness due to fear of the unknown + self-importance and self-hatred because you know you wouldn't dare to be all you wish to be, and i think Starchild might also work for him because of that need for importance and control in an uncaring world?
Tango Dancer gives me Some Kind Of Feelings about red (something about "but myself didn't have time for me / didn't have time for anyone so used up"). also something something The Telescope fluffybird ("i love the way you see the world / i love the way your soul sings / i wish that i could sing like you / i wish that i could feel things").
the very tired and regretful vibes of all the pearl characters are very auhghgh. something about remembering that you've lived through a cycle when nobody else does or when the other one who could cannot see past her own fury when she does remember. hits that spot for all the dhmis characters whenever they get those bits and pieces back.
on a lighter side i love the "actor" songs for them too. Any Kind Of Dead Person as a silly but slightly sinister duck song is super fun. i freely admit that i have done amvs in my head for Four Friends many times. lesley is brent's verse, red is brittain's verse, yellow is dave's verse, and duck is gelsey's verse. the gang just chills and drinks bc lesley is feeling sentimental and tired today.
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GX Finalized-Subs!83 (WIP): A Documented Comeback
Just about done prepping things for finalized!82 and 83 before I work on revising their scripts (having done a couple of card-related animation fixes and a few other lighter ones), and one such thing is wanting to translate this article about Ryou’s rise as the Hell Kaiser, which Shou reads at the end of 83.  I was worried I wouldn’t be able to, since the text was a bit too blurred for me to fully make out, but luckily, some Japanese fans were able to fully transcribe what was visible here--I worked with the transcription written up here--so things were a go.  
I blanked the text in Photoshop and then applied the translated text, giving it a slight warp and rotation to work with the curve on the page before adding a light blur and some noise (said slight warp/rotation is why some of the spacing looks a bit odd--did my best to account for that lol).  Unfortunately, I didn’t have too much to work with for the page on the left, just barely making out something about dueling metaphysics[?], so rather than leave it blank, I typed some mostly-offscreen fluff about pro duelists having to juggle the state of the game’s meta and their decks needing to be competitive with entertaining the crowds.  Seems like the kind of piece you’d read here, lol. 
Just have to work this into the footage now--and I just realized I applied the edits here to the last frame of the slow zoom-in that happens here, so hopefully it’s not too difficult to readjust... lol--and we should be good to go; I’ll add an update once I do.
Included the dub edit because it’s just amusing to think about someone literally publishing scribbles in what looks like dueling’s equivalent of Sports Illustrated and not being fired on the spot, lol.
Full text below (though I did fluff my initial translation a little bit just to make sure the relevant parts are visible as they were originally, moreso near the end, and it trails off as that’s all that was visible--similarly, the “[X] of Hell” was all that was visible for the title originally (jigoku no [Shou’s thumb]), but as Ryou’s referred to as the Emperor of Hell earlier in the episode, I figured that was used here, too):
The Emperor of Hell!
Upon his defeat at the hands of Ed Phoenix, who previously stood at the heights of the Pro League, he suffered a string of losses which landed him in the Minor Leagues.  However, not only was he unable to regain his footing afterwards, but he had also vanished from all public arenas--until now, as Kaiser Ryou Marufuji has accomplished a full comeback!
According to his manager Monkey Saruyama, who continued his role supporting Ryou Marufuji as he sputtered in the Minor Leagues to hone his true talent for his eventual comeback, he has become better physically and mentally as a result of the intense and painful training he underwent at a secret training facility--having grown so much that one could say that no one in the Pro Duelist world could best him.
It was through these experiences that he was reborn as Hell Kaiser Ryou.
"Hell Kaiser" is how Ryou chose to rebrand himself for his bouts, using cards related to his Cyber Dragon, like Cyber End Dragon and Chimeratech Overdragon, as his specialty.  He may have once been defeated by Ed Phoenix, but for everything he’s gone through in the time since, one can easily assess the strength of this post-comeback deck, which could be said to have been more than affirmed with the crushing victories it has earned him in his last few bouts.  Moreover, if his signature move--his Chimeratech Overdragon's Evolution Result Burst x5--actually connects, he may even defeat his opponents in mere moments with ease--truly frightening.  Upon firing his Evolution Result Burst x5, any defenseless opponent...
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anonymousuno · 2 years
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A Little Help From Friends
Qiang gets a little help from Seventeen ft. Changmin
A/N: based on this request; sorry it took so long to come out! It’s been a busy week. I hope you like it!
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“I’m so excited!” Changmin said as him and Qiang hopped out of the car to head into Pledis’s building. Qiang smiled and wrapped an arm around the younger boys shoulders. “Don’t be weird. They’re still my friends.”
 Changmin rolled his eyes and the two walked in. They were both tired and stressed. With Road To Kingdom taking off, they’d been busier than ever. They had been winning stages consistently and they always strived for bigger and better the next round.
This round was becoming challenging though. It was getting harder to top off the elaborate stunts that they had pulled off and more dangerous to. While they wanted to do their best and give the fans a stage they’d never forget; they also needed to stay uninjured while doing it.
 Thus, Qiang had decided to call up his friends in Seventeen for them to come and ask for advice. They had a group with similar amount of members, their choreography was just as complicated as the stuff The Boyz had been doing and they had years of experience.
 “Donghyun-ah!” A screech let out and Qiang was dropping his bag to catch a pouncing Hoshi. Qiang pushed him off and awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. “Hi, hyung. This is my groupmate, Changmin. He’s a fan.” Changmin bowed politely, his cheeks slightly red.
 Hoshi laughed and told the two to lighten up or he wasn’t helping anymore. He led them to elevator and upstairs to a practice room where Woozi, Jun and Minghao were waiting.
 Changmin smiled a little when he saw Qiang’s face light up at the two members from China. While they were talking to animatedly in Mandarin—he couldn’t keep up—he could tell that Qiang was already losing a large amount of stress.
 Sitting down, the members of Seventeen asked how everything was going with the competition and the two told them as honestly as they could. It was hard, fun, exhausting and exhilarating all at the same time.
 “We’ve been doing so many things that we’re at a loss what to do for this next round. We want to make it different but still keep it powerful. That’s why I brought Changmin-ah,” Qiang nodded towards him, “He’s our best dancer.”
 “Show us what you’ve got so far,” Hoshi said, face already evening out into concentration. He liked to goof around and laugh and have fun, but when it came time to practice and work, he was probably the most serious out of anyone Qiang knew.
 Qiang and Changmin showed them what they could as just a duo and Changmin showed them all a video of practice a few days earlier. Minghao hummed, chewing his bottom lip.
 “How about at this part,” he stood up and mimicked the move, “make it partners.” He pulled Jun to his feet and as if the two had the same mind, they did the exact same thing. It was the same move but it seemed to come together more when they did it together.
 Hoshi hummed and nodded in approval. “We can’t do the stunts here, but for the big one, try and change it up like this.” He positioned everyone in the room around where Sunwoo would be doing the stunt on stage and arranged them differently.
 “It doesn’t take away from his movements and what’s going on, but it ties it together nicely without making it seem like there’s ten of you and one of him.” After a few more tips and some advice, Woozi had surprised them with some food.
 Changmin was quietly eating with Minghao against the wall in a corner while the rest were all talking and laughing in the middle of the floor. Changmin was smiling to himself as he ate, every-so-often glancing at how happy and lighter Qiang looked.
 “I know it’s been rough,” Minghao said quietly. Changmin nodded and offered a smile. “It has, but that’s how all survival shows are. As long as we do our best, that’s all that matters.” Minghao chuckled. “Wise words from a rookie,” he winked and Changmin chuckled.
 “You can tell how close you all were when he was training here,” Changmin said quietly, glancing back over at the other boys. “Mm, yeah. We were all close. It was really, really hard when Donghyun wasn’t put into our debut group. No one was happy about it. It was harder when he decided to leave.”
 “He really cares about you all. He said you were the ones who made him feel like he had a home here. Sometimes I don’t think we really do that for him.” Minghao patted Changmin’s shoulder and gave him a friendly smile.
 “If he didn’t feel like home with you, he wouldn’t stay. I promise you. I know him well enough. He’s happy—really happy. He’s just a little—dry?” Changmin threw his head back in laughter. “Maybe a little more than a little.”
 By the time they left, they felt more confident about their upcoming stage and the changes that had been made. Qiang felt like a huge weight had been lifted and he could tell Changmin felt the same. They were tired, but in a good way.
 What Qiang didn’t know was that Changmin and Minghao’s quiet conversation about him was going to make it into the next episode.
 It made the fans go crazy.
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Janine and Jacob notice the secret glances between Barbara and Melissa so they try to get them to admit their feelings
They’re trying a new system out at Abbott called ‘Peer Learning”. The purpose of the system is to pair older kids with younger kids to help with reading while encouraging a camaraderie within the school. Melissa’s students have paired up with Barbara’s and Janine’s with Jacobs.
It’s highly successful and towards the end of the program, the kids create a series of art to showcase their experience and invite the parents to come witness the program at work in real time.
Janine pops in and out of classrooms rotating with other teachers in order to get a feel how the other classes are operating.
She catches Jacob standing by the wall of student art. He looks like he’s examining the scene of a mystery novel and Janine steps up beside him, tries to see what he’s seeing.
“Uhh Jacob what are you doing?”
“Huh?” Jacob seems to jolt a little in surprise, “Oh, I was just looking at these picture and I noticed… I don’t know it’s probably nothing.”
“What?” Janine doesn’t see anything amiss, just piece after piece of stick figures, blobs and colors.
“Do you notice how in like a lot of these, there’s a darker woman with black hair and a lighter woman with red hair holding hands with a heart over their head?”
Janine raises a brow, studies the pieces a little more closely. He’s actually right. It’s not unusual for children to include their families in their drawings but these drawings seem very school focused and mostly include thinks like desks and school rooms, but in many of the pictures these two characters exist. 
“You’re right. Huh, well what does that mean?”
“I don’t know, but the first thing that came to mind was Barbara and Melissa.”
Janine looks at a few more, notes the student’s names on the drawings. “Actually that makes sense, these students are in Melissa’s class. And that one there and this guy here - they’re Barbara’s.”
“So… I’m just a little curious by the hand holding and hearts in a bunch of these.”
“Well that could be anything. They’re best friends. I’m sure the kids know this about them by now. I know their classes are working together so it makes sense that the students would depict them, as sort of heads of the household I guess?”
“Mmm, yeah I don’t know. They’re kissing in this one.”
“Where?” Janine immediately zones in on the picture Jacob’s pointing to and is shocked to see the unmistakable depiction. That one even has Barbara’s sweater set and Melissa’s leather jacket.
“You don’t suppose…”
“The kids know things we don’t?” Jacob asks, while crossing his arms and studying a few other pictures a little further down the wall.
“Well, I don’t know about you but I want to find out.”
“How would we do that?” Janine looks towards him, dropping her voice to a whisper. “A stake out?”
Jacob seems to consider that, “but that wouldn’t tell us much, just that they walk out to their cars together. We know that much already. What about… interviewing the kids? But like harmlessly? Just casual questions?”
“We can’t ask the kids. We’re going to have to do this the old fashioned way…”
They’re in the staff room, the next day. Barbara and Melissa are seated together. Barbara’s reading a newspaper and Melissa is scrolling through her phone.
Janine looks at Jacob who seems at a loss so she just dives in as casually as she can, “I was listening to a KD Lang album on Spotify earlier. That girl really knows how to express her same-sex feelings so fluidly.”
Jacob winces.
“Do you ever listen to KD Lang, Barbara?” Janine asks, glancing at Jacob for reassurance.
“No.” The answer is short and to the point leaving no chance for further questioning.
“Interesting,” Janine says off-handedly, pretending to flip through a magazine she spies on the table.
“You know, I’ve always been a really big fan of Gertrude Stein. Gone too soon amirite?” She flips a few pages, finally sees something she can use “Oh wow Ellen Degeneres seems like she’s leading a fairly successful, happy life with her wife or as some people in the LGBTQ+ community prefer: life partner—“
Melissa looks up at her on that, raises an eyebrow. “Are you trying to tell us something Janine?”
“What? No!”
“Oh I get it,” Melissa claps her hands together and points at her, “You were playing us with that ‘I’ve only been with my boyfriend my entire life’ nonsense. You’re bisexual!”
“No — that’s not…”
“Now that makes more sense,” Barbara says, only now looking up from her newspaper.
“Right?” Melissa smiles, looks back at Janine. “Hey, no judgement here from us.”
Barbara nods, “Absolutely not. I’m very proud of you Janine for being honest. And I mean, we’re relieved if anything. We really thought you had been serious about the boyfriend.”
“But I —“
“Tragic!” Melissa laughs softly, then stands gathering her things.
Barbara checks her watch and stands too.
Janine looks to Jacob, tries to find a way to walk back whatever ‘coming out’ she’s just experienced, but Barbara and Melissa are gone before she can recover.
“Dang it, Jacob! What happened to the whole partner detectives thing?”
“I didn’t know you’d just start listing famous lesbians!”
“Well, I didn’t hear a better strategy out of you!”
They’re still arguing inside the staff room while Barbara and Melissa make their way down the hallway. Barbara touches Melissa’s wrist and leans in, placing a quick gentle kiss to her cheek before stepping into her classroom.
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Blushing Tide
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. 
Locked onto the brainwashed Inkling performing on Octavio’s Octobot, Marie releases the trigger, hitting Callie square in the face. 
“Aaaah!” shrieked Callie, hypno shades lying shattered at her feet. 
The lowtide ink was clearly working, though it was going to take some time before the effects fully hit. Callie swayed to and fro, almost drunkenly.
Below, the ink was flying in a ferocious flurry fending off the Octobot’s golden fists. A wild orchestration of Callie’s single “Bomb Rush Blush” blared through the arena, nearly deafening. 
Whether it was the bass or white hot rage at Octavio, she wasn’t sure, but something powerful pulsed through Marie’s chest. “MAKE OCTAVIO PAY!” she bellowed.
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“BOOM!”
340-360. There was an actual number that represents her inferiority. An icedrop-like chill creeped through her heart, and everything started to fuzz over. She was happy for Marie, of course! But this Splatfest was different from the others -- those were fun little topics of contention and fandom. This... this was personal. Not like it was either of their choices. Management was trying to get engagement back up, so naturally the best way to make a splash was to pit the beloved Callie and Marie against each other. Who doesn’t like to watch some in-fighting?
Her mind went blank as she said the obligatory thanks... 
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Callie was the extroverted one while Marie was always the quiet but relatable introvert. Their voices seemed to reflect that as well; Callie’s being upbeat and sharp while Marie’s was soft in tone and had a flow that touched on some traditional techniques. Together, they had a unique harmony that propelled them to stardom. 
That wasn’t to say they couldn’t find success on their own. After the final Fest, Callie plunged herself into work, be it music or acting. Marie had a rocking solo career, her final victory sailing her to the top. 
She was happy for the white-ink woman -- carp, she was her biggest fan, but she’d be lying to herself if the loss didn’t sting. Her loss is directly tied to her this time, and she will always carry that knowledge. 
It was selfish to keep coming back to these thoughts. She has a good life, and it’s not like she wasn’t able to find her own success. Not everyone can have as fresh a time as she’s been lucky to have.
But these intrusive thoughts haunted her, to the point it was reflected in her work. She took darker, angrier roles and her music’s tone became resentful. It resonated with the young Inklings who just discovered teenage angst, but she was no teen. 
Callie couldn’t help it. Ever since she and Marie parted ways -- they had a good run, but it was tie for a change -- the Final Fest results crept up to taunt her. It came up in every interview, even when Marie had nothing to do with her current project. 
It was exhausting. 
One day, Callie needed a change in scenery. She found herself on the outskirts of Octo Valley. Maybe this barren scape could give her some new inspiration. At the very least the acoustics were great. Her voice echoed hypnotically as she belted her lungs out. 
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Callie didn’t know how long she’d been out in the valley. Her eyes stung from the dust, or perhaps something else. She heaved in and out, exhausted from freestyling but at least her chest felt lighter. Suddenly, she didn’t feel so private. A thick putter trailed behind her.
“Hey.”
She whipped around, eyes bulging, and gagged a few times (her throat was dry from the singing and acrid air). 
Octavio, tentacles crossed and brows furrowed, stared her down. “What brings the better half of the Squid Sisters out to these lands?”
“How the kelp did you get out here?” Callie sneered.
The giant octopus shook his head. “I’m not here to pick a fight. In fact, I heard your little session.”
Callie flushed.
“I may be, as those Inklings may say, not the freshest, but I know talent when I hear it.”
“Can it. I’m going to put you back where you belong!” Callie reached into her bag and was about to draw her roller--
“There’s no need for that. I know how to drop beats, and you’ve been plateauing for some time. Yes, I’ve heard,” Octavio drawled, smirking at Callie’s embarrassed expression. “They say you’re getting stale. I can help you.”
“And why would I let you? You’re an enemy to society. I may be a bit out there, but I’m not dumb.”
“Didn’t say you were.”
“Shut up,” spat Callie, hiking the roller over her head.
“Your kind have the Zapfish. So be it.”
“Eh?” Callie dropped the shoulder, its weight making her lose her footing.
“It’s the cycle of our cursed world, but I accept it.” “You’re full of carp.”
“Not necessarily. I have something even better planned. Something that doesn’t require the Great Zapfish. It only requires your talent.”
Callie crossed her arms. “Oh really now.”
“Drop the act. I know you’re looking for something fresh. You would’ve splatted me by now if you weren’t interested.”
Her ears betrayed her, twitching in anticipation.
“Do I have your undivided attention?” He waited until Callie nodded. “You and me. Inkling and Octarian. It would cause quite the stir, would it not?”
Callie sighed. “Ok, fine. I’ll hear you out.”
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your last snippet made me cry! That ending 🥹😭
So from the list of prompts, this one caught my eye: “you caught me doing something dangerous and flipped out”
But against popular belief, I think, Rebecca is the one doing something dangerous… 💜
Thank you so much for the prompt!! So this got wildly out of control through no fault of my own and now is Proper Fic Length so I put it on AO3. Hope that's okay, and I hope you like it! <3
TW: violence (fist fight), blood, canon-typical references to suicide, panic attacks.
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and all this devotion was rushing out of me
They lose.
Not badly, but they lose—it’s a brutal, dirty game and no matter what they try, what new plays they enact, Nate seems to know everything. They score one goal and West Ham score two and it’s over before they have time to get their feet under them.
The locker room is mostly silent, a stirring of disappointment, and anger at the way Ted had reached out for Nate’s hand, and Nate slapped it away. It’s not a good look for anyone, either team, but there’s the added twisting of a knife, Rupert crowing somewhere on television, and it hurts.
He doesn’t blame the team, mostly himself, but then Rebecca is there, gives a short but heartfelt speech about how proud she is of everyone and how well they played and how it isn’t over—it’s one loss, and yes, a hard one, but they still have time to win the whole damn thing and show the world what they can do. What she knows they’re all capable of.
Ted smiles, proud of her, for how far she’s come, when she looks the team over and says, “Right. No moping. We’re going out and drinks are on me,” and then the team start talking again, congratulating each other on good plays and heading for showers, and Rebecca pauses a moment to look at Ted, to give him a small smile and a nod.
Later, when they’re alone, he knows they’ll have to process, but they’ll do it together the way they’ve done everything else and that warms him somewhat.
They find a club nearby, not one of their usual haunts, and after the first round of drinks he can tell the boys are lighter. Feel less weighted. They talk about everything and nothing and there’s karaoke and Colin butchers My Heart Will Go On so badly (and, Ted thinks, on purpose, because he knows Colin can actually sing) that it becomes comical, everyone laughing together. It feels good, and the drinks keep coming and a few kind folks come up to him and say it was a rough game and they did great and fuck West Ham, and that makes him feel good, too. A bit guilty, but it’s nice to know there are fans in their corner.
And, if Rebecca sticks close to him all night, her hand on his leg under the table, that helps, too.
He’d wanted to win so badly, win it for her, but there’s no trace of disappointment in her eyes, just pride, and a love for him he’s only just starting to accept, starting to realize isn’t conditional.
They’ve been together six months, quietly, only the team and their friends know and today is not the day to announce it to anyone else, but he’s fine with that. Fine with their quiet little bubble. The way he knows they’ll go home together and hold each other and in the morning it’ll all look brighter because they’re together.
They sit at a back table with Keeley and Roy and Beard, chatting over the music, Rebecca’s thigh pressed to his. They spend a few hours just wandering from topic to topic, everything light and teasing. Roy seems tense still, however, so he isn’t surprised when Keeley finally nudges him out the booth, saying something about taking Oscar the Grouch home for a bath and “maybe a blowjob” and Ted chokes a bit on his whisky and Beard raises one eyebrow and Rebecca laughs at the way Roy’s ears, even in the darkness of the club, are obviously red.
“You’re a fucking menace,” he grumbles to Keeley, who just smirks and kisses his cheek and drags him away.
Rebecca looks at their drinks and decides refills are in order, and squeezes Ted’s knee before she slips out of the booth, and he watches her, sees her lay a hand on Isaac’s shoulder at the bar, knows she’ll be fine for a moment. With a nod to Beard, he slips out the back door.
He just needs a moment of quiet, space to breathe. His chest still feels a bit tight, and though he isn’t anxious, he quickly realizes maybe alone isn’t the best place for him right now.
So he’s grateful when Beard steps out behind him, listens as he rambles for a moment about missing stars and club smells and then admits,
“I wanted to win it for her.”
continued on ao3
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