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beat-the-morning · 3 months

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AFTER-CONCERT FEAST

Rating: +18

Relationships: Hozier/Reader

Contents: no y/n, oral sex (f! recieving), cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, dry humping, accidental orgasm, (by this I mean he starts mindlessly humping the couch

Word count: 1.7k

SUMMARY: After Hozier, your boyfriend, calls you backstage after a concert he eats you out like a starving man and cums after mindlessly dry humping the couch while doing so.

Fic under the cut💜

The concert had ended, and you were making your way backstage with a security guard in front of you. Andrew, your boyfriend, had sent them to get you, and your mind couldn't stop racing with how he’d looked at you while he sang. How his eyes lit up when he saw you in the crowd, the little smile that escaped him, that verse he messed up on when you winked at him. You could have sworn that he didn’t take his eyes off you for the rest of the concert once he noticed you.

“Here,” the security guard said, opening the door to Andrew’s dressing room. You smiled at them and nodded as a thank you before stepping in. He was waiting for you, leaning on the vanity with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Close the door, it’s fine.” He told the security guard, the door closed behind you and you smiled. He practically bounced off the vanity and onto you with how fast he took you into his arms and lifted you off the floor in a spinning hug. “What are you doing here?” He asked as he finally lowered you from his embrace.

“Came to see you,” you answered with a grin.

Andrew chuckled, then started kissing your face with every pause he took from speaking. “Yes, but why? Weren’t you visiting your parents this week?”

“Yes, but you having a concert in the same city distracted me a little.” You giggled, his beard tickling you.

“Oh, forgot your parents lived here,” he looked down at you with loving eyes that turned to confusion the second he realised what you had done. “Wait, so you bought a ticket, queued for God knows how long-”

“Twelve hours.” You interrupted him

“Twelve hours?” His eyes widened at that fact. “You did that, when you could've called me and gotten in faster and also seen me before the concert?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“I wanted to surprise you!” You smiled. “And I wanted to see if you'd notice me in the crowd.”

“Well I did, couldn't take my eyes off you,” he kissed your lips.

“I know,” you kissed back. “There's going to be a million tiktoks asking who you were looking at.”

“I don't-” he stopped his sentence halfway through once he saw your shirt. “Are you wearing my shirt?” He asked, raising an eyebrow and smirking, he already knew the answer.

“No.” You lied, as it was, in fact, his shirt that he had accidentally left at your house the last time he saw you.

“You definitely are.”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” you teased, he rested a hand on your hip, his thumb making small circles on your skin.

“I’m sure you don’t.” His other hand rested on your cheek, caressing it gently.

Then he kissed you again, not letting go this time, you got on your tip-toes and wrapped your arms around his neck. He lowered himself lightly and bit your lower lip, you moaned in response. He broke the kiss and guided you to the couch where he pulled you onto his lap so that you were straddling him. You kissed him again, more passionate this time, almost hungrily, his hands explored the skin under your shirt, revelling in your warmth.

You explored each other's mouths, delighting in the taste you had so missed, the way his beard scratched your face felt like heaven, his hands travelled to your hips and ground you against him, you could feel his hardening cock rubbing against you and he could hear your whimpers every time your clit got the slightest bit of friction. He slowly lifted you up and changed the pose you were both in, setting you on the couch, and taking off your shirt and bra, promptly discarding them on the floor next to him.

Andrew's lips left your mouth and moved down from your jawline to your waistband, leaving bites and hickeys on his way, he was giving you goosebumps with the way he caressed your body so lovingly, worshipping every curve, every mole and little imperfection, as you called them, seemed like gold in his eyes, like beautiful stars in a sky only he could see. Once at your hips, he looked up at you with lustful eyes, “I need to taste you, so fucking badly,” he whispered, “but I need you to be quiet, can you do that for me, baby?”

“You know the answer to that,” you answered with a grin, already kicking off your shoes.

“Yeah, I do,” he smiled back, quickly kissing you one last time before he unzipped your shorts and pulled them off completely along with your panties, throwing them to the floor as soon as they were off you, joining the rest of your clothing. He kissed his way up your thighs, resting your legs on his shoulders. He looked up at you with his beautiful green eyes, pupils dilated to a point where they looked black, silently begging you to give him the final go-ahead before he lost himself in you.

You nodded, he smiled.

He dove into you like a starving man having his first meal in weeks, lapping up your juices and drinking you. You arched your back in pleasure. He licked from your entrance up to your clit, pressing his tongue to it just to flick it right after, you bit your lip in an attempt to quiet down, but it barely worked. His tongue worked at you expertly, he knew exactly what to do to make you squirm under his touch. His tongue travelled down from your clit to your entrance, where he lost himself and moaned just with your taste. Your breathing hitched at the sight of him eating you out, completely enamoured with his eyes closed. He was moaning as he fucked you with his tongue. As his nose rubbed on your clit just right, you thanked God for giving him a big one.

You moved his long curls out of his face, he looked up at you. Your breathing stopped for a second as he rubbed his nose against your clit while smiling into your cunt, in blinding lust you grabbed a fistful of his hair and started grinding your hips against his face. You could've sworn you heard him chuckle. The way he was holding onto your hips was sure to leave bruises later on, you didn't care one bit, you were too focused looking into his eyes and the way they were full of lust and admiration for you. How he kept eating you out even as you held his head in place and basically used him.

He was so hard it was starting to become painful, so he started rubbing himself against the couch, and God did it feel good, he started moaning into your pussy, your taste was driving him crazy, the little sounds that escaped you while he devoured you just got him harder and harder. He left your hole to go back up to your clit, sucking on it and pressing his tongue against it while one of his hands left your hip just for two of his fingers to enter your cunt seconds later, your hips buckled against him again, he placed your clit between his teeth and lightly pressed in response. Your legs started shaking when he did that, you had to place a hand over your mouth to not scream. He fingered you faster, curling his fingers into you and hitting your sweet spot.

He continued like this for a while, making a whimpering mess out of you, and thankfully, today he didn't seem to have the need to edge you endlessly until you were begging for release, he needed this as much as you, maybe even more. He was still rubbing against the couch, but he didn't notice he was doing it, he was too occupied getting you to your own high to care for himself at the moment. You were almost there, his fingers replaced his tongue on your clit, rubbing it rapidly. His mouth moved to your entrance, he knew you were close, and he wanted to taste every drop of your release.

You came with a loud moan that was thankfully muffled by your own hand, your vision went white and your legs trembled. Andrew drank you in, letting you ride out your high as he moaned into your pussy, and then you noticed his hips. He was desperately dry humping the couch, what a sight that was, you could tell he wasn't even noticing he was doing it, suddenly his hips buckled repeatedly and he was groaning into your cunt as he drank the last of you, his eyes were closed and his hand that was still grabbing you was doing so in a way that you were surprised it wasn't breaking skin. He'd come, just from eating you out, the thought made you giggle.

He kissed your clit one last time before pulling his head out from between your legs, his hair was a mess and the lower part of his face was glistening with your juices, he was panting heavily. “I- I didn't notice I was-” He said with heavy breaths, but you interrupted before he finished.

“Humping the couch while eating me out?” You asked in a teasing voice. A smirk plastered on your face.

“Yeah,” he laughed, “made a fuckin’ mess.”

“It's not noticeable from here.” You assured him.

“Good,” he leaned closer to you, hovering his body over yours, one hand held him up while the other found your waist. “Tank you for letting me do this, baby.” He kissed you gently, his accent thicker than before.

“Thank you for doing it.” You smiled.

“I love you so much,” he murmured between kisses, “my perfect girl, so fuckin' beautiful.”

“I love you too,” you kissed him back, “I should get dressed though.”

“Hmm, fine, but I'm keeping these until I see you next time.” He said, grabbing your panties from the pile of your clothes from the floor and keeping them in his hand.

“No, you're not, give them back!” You feigned annoyance, thinking he'd give them back.

“Would you rather I take back my shirt, then?”

“What would I wear then? I didn't bring a jacket.”

“Exactly, so these,” he held up your panties again, “are for me.” He placed them in his pocket right after.

“You’re horrible.” You fake pouted.

“You love me.” He grinned while handing you the rest of your clothes.

“You're lucky I do.”

“I know.”

#hozier #hozier fanfiction #hozier fic #hozier smut #hozier x reader #mornfic #andrew hozier byrne

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ma-lark-ey · 14 days

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Lark Liveblogs Literature: THE SUNSHINE COURT BABYYYYY LETS GO JEAN

to begin: THE COVER???

The fucking NARCISSUS/DAFFODIL. Stop stop stop. Nora stop. She said it wouldn’t be a sun but I WASNT READY.

RESILIENCE. FIRST BLOOM AT THE END OF WINTER. NEW BEGINNINGS AND REBIRTH.

warning in advance for how many reaction images will be in this post. Miss Nora Sakavic has a way of making me unable to verbalise how devistated I am so I turn to goofy photos.

Also, just so we’re all on the same page:

it’s 1:20 AM. My roommate IS asleep. I am fighting the demons (downloading this book) but i am winning (it is queued on my kindle)

ITS DOWNLOADED LETS GO

Okay so context is that my Kindle is at 10%

I tried to go to bed and read this in the morning but I am

SO NOW I HAVE FRANTICALLY FOUGHT A WAR (figured out how to get this book) AND I AM READY FOR BATTLE (to cry over Jean)

ONE, TWO, THREE, LETS GO BITCH!!

Also my kindle cord is too small for me to properly lay in bed so im literally about to lay on my stomach kicking my feet like a middle schooler WISH. ME. LUCK.

CHAPTER ONE:

oh we’re jumping right in okay. god. hi baby :((

OH. I am just adding onto my #1 Riko hater agenda right now.

“The golden rule— not where the public can see” DIE. LITERALLY DIE TETSUJI

“The lack of broken fingers this time” THIS TIME??? JEAN. JEAN.

im so.

RENEE!!!

“and he had wasted them texting Renee a heads-up.” Nora please we’re only four pages in bro

Renee i love you im marrying you please give me a kiss. Mwah Mwah Mwah. She said “Bitch. Lay back down.”

currently also reading a batshit raven!neil fic and just. on the ground. about all of this.

stop the way I literally went “who the fuck is Nathaniel” Im too transgender for this.

Me, seeing the Abby content we need in this world:

Jean dont call that hellscape home bbg

Renee beating self worth into this man. ily

“Jean couldnt remember the last time he was allowed to wear color” LITERALLY KILL ME

Nora I need you to be less good at describing pain please and thanks

NOT THE BITING

DADMACK DADMACK DADMACK DADMACK!!

he fr be moving this man like a doll. love you wymack

tied him up with racquet laces I. h. lays on floor softly crying.

NOT THE DADDY ISSUES

Jean fr out here plotting 50 ways to kill his brother. he fr though Neil was the problem. no girl Neil just has no tact and autism rizz. Kevins the fucking snitch

no one:

Jean @ the Moriyamas;

“that man is years overdue for a head-on high-speed collision” YOU TELL EM DADMACK

CHAPTER TWO:

Jean please just sleep like a normal human man. God.

Even Jean be out here like “Kevins a little Chihuahua ass drama queen. Bitchboy. Wet cat man.”

Kevin: look, bro, if the 5’3 twink with enough daddy issues to make riko blush and chugs ‘fuck around and find out’ juice for breakfast can escape the moriyamas and not die, so can you.

Testuji. Testuji when I catch you. Tetsuji

Jean what the fuck makes you think anyone but Andrew Minyard will ever tell Neil what to do. Girl.

“If I am not a Raven, who am I?” A MOTHERCUCKING TROJAN BABYYYY

“I have to go to my next class.” I forgot they were in college deadass. Neil is straight up my age im gonna throw up.

Okay. It is. *checks time* 3 AM. I cannot keep my eyes open, which means i must put Jean away for sleep.

ITS IS NOON THE FOLLOWING DAY. I HAVE SLEPT. I HAVE TAKEN MY MEDICATIONS. TIME TO HYPERFOCUS BABY.

KINDLE SAYS WE HAVE 8 hrs 27 mins LEFT IN THIS BOOK. IM SAYING GOODBYE TO MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY. I’LL SEE Y’ALL AT DINNEE TIME. ITS JEAN TIME.

Hiiiiiii Thea….

“Good morning, Paris.” Now, the average man will see this as a reference to his frenchness. but real ones know Paris is prince of Troy, the man who married Helen of Troy & started the Trojan war.

do y’all think Jean has a french accent wait wait wait. obviously itd be very slight at this point but is it there. necessary question.

Assessing Thea like a fucking state exam right now. Neil could not have cared less about your ass I am gaining so much information

Hate of my life Riko moriyama.

CHAPTER THREE:

JEREMY FUCKING KNOW HI BAYYYBY

the way I literally got up and had to pace and stim for a moment even though I fully expected this. autism. my roommate is concerned. not really. she’s used to this she watched me read TKM and dramatically reenact the Ichirou Car Talk.

wow??? AFTG team actually seems happy and well-adjusted and friendly with each other??

Random Note: I’m currently watching Blue Exorcist & one of the main characters is a girl name Moriyama and I’m literally just sitting here like “This girl is way to nice and innocent to have that name.” Because she literally is the nicest girl to ever exist. Why is she cursed with the same name as my mortal enemy (Testuji)

“Tonight’s experiment was the icing on the cake, an invaluable experience no matter how it ended.” Jeremy, my love.

He has empathy… Never before seen footage. Y’all get the cameras!!

He’s so shaken about Jean,,, holding you so gently Jeremy. Here as a guy who knows nothing at all about Jeremy since I’m. so new here. but god.

Jeremy: are you sure a Raven can abide by Troja—

Kevin: Bro Jean is so pathetic he’s a bottom fr. He never disobeys an order

Jeremy: I. Okay you didnt have to say it like that, bro.

I will literally never stop respecting the Trojans strat in the final they really said. “If these fucks can win the championships with nine players, surely we can.” and then willingly got their asses handed to them.

“Xavier stumbled when he got the next serve off, and the Fox guarding him gamely hauled him back upright before running for the ball. It was a simple gesture, but it endeared Jeremy to them” I dont remember if this bit was described in tkm so i’m going to guess that’s Nicky or Matt. Aaron would fucking never.

Nah because like. Yes this proved to the Trojans how resilient the Foxes were, but it was also a message to the audience, yk? Like we know the Foxes were getting shit for their quick rise to the top after they pulled their shit together, but I personally think that the Trojans did this both for their improvement & for Foxes’ publicity. This game proved to the public at large how devastatingly *good* the Foxes were, because of their small size. The second best team in the league crumbled playing the same conditions the Foxes did *every game* and got to championships with. They proved that Foxes were, in fact, a D1 team who earned their keep.

oh hes got daddy’s money. Well. not. officially. yo what I mean.

“it was always best to have a paper trail” Neil Josten would have an anuerysm hearing those words.

Bye Jeremy I’m. Love you so much. Why do you feel like a sixty year old man in your early twenties.

“between seven and twelve students.” yikes.

“unfamiliar and accented voice.” I WAS RIGHT I FUCKING CALLED IY HES GOT AN ACCENT BABY FUCK YEAH

“you ever feel like— like you’re making a choice you cant come back from? But even knowing everything could go completely sideways, you’d make that choice every time?” okay so coming out allegories i could make aside, Jeremy is so… where to start with him. He reminds me of Percy Jackson. Endlessly loyal and selfless to the point its a bit stupid but endearingly stupid.

CHAPTER FOUR:

Okay so we’re alresdy hateflirting. noted.

Its also extremely sunny today in Podunk Hicksville where I live so it feels very On Brand.

“Jean had seen that smile in a half-dozen broadcast… He could picture it too easily, and he dug his fingernails into his own face in vicious warning.” Awww you think you can best the gay worms in your brain. goodluck with that Johnny.

“isn’t that reason enough to keep living? To rediscover simple delight one moment at a time,” keeping this quote for eternity

“enough sunlight to chase away Evermore’s shadows. They are willing to take a chance on you. Aren’t you?”

Kevin Day autistic king. taking this hesdcannon to my grave .

“the conspiracy theorists were working overtime” no girl they just aint stupid.

THEY DESTROYED HIS POSTCARDS…

CHAPTER FIVE:

I want to start keeping record of all the times Jean is like “[name] wasn’t decent enough to [thing]” because its SO funny. We LOVE a petty king.

also keeping track of all the insults he throws at Neil.

Neil likes to think he’s SUUUUCH a loner boy no friends angsty “dont speak to me” resting bitch face ass motherfucker. In reality he is a jack russell terrier — ceritifed jack russell owner who’s dog thinks hes soooo big and bad but said dog literally cries when you dont let him in the bed or say hi to people on the street

Jean is SOOOOOO dramatic 😭😭

Jean: Why would you let Kevin do this.

Neil: let him?? He did that on his own.

Jean: you’re proud of him for being a problem, arent you?

Neil: oh you fucking know I am, bitchass

“but other than his outstanding murder charge there was nothing interesting about that Fox.” i’d consider that very interesting information, Jean. Youre just deranged

“with milk, juice, and vodka dominating one shelf” that’s Aaron, Nicky, Andrew/Kevin in order. Im correct.

“There was an entire drawer dedicated to cheese.” Yeah that sounds like Nicky.

“Half the drawer was full of mini candy bars. Jean threw them all into the trash” bro Andrew is going to kill you in cold blood and not even Neil can save you.

Jean is SO dramatic. Give him Kevin’s crown.

Jean @ Neil during the final: ARE YOU WITHOUT INTELLIGENCE????? ARE YOU STUPID??? DO YOU WANT TO DIE??

Seeing the media coverage of the championship is the food I needed thank you Nora for this. I am eating it up. om nom nom

The sportscasters referring to athletes with their first name is batshit. What. why. huh. Absolutely not.

CHAPTER SIX:

Renee protecting Jean from discovering Riko’s death through media & not through them…

Everytime boys start fistfighting in this series I hear Roxanne from Megamind. “Ladies, ladies, you’re BOTH pretty.”

a) Jeans reaction to finding out was exaclty what I expected

b) I’m FASCINATED to know who called campus security. Jeremy?? Renee?? Someone in Fox tower???

Neil was gentle with someone other than Andrew? I didnt know he knew how to do that…

NEIL. NEIL JOSTEN. YEAH BABY

HES ROOMING WITH CAT AND LAILA??? YES YEA YES YESY

the Jean-Renee dynamic is so fucking important to me. MLM/WLW solidarity. theyre besties.

THEYRE SO IMPORTANT TO ME BRO.

Literally snuggling Jeremy

Oh he’s got Fox potential. Hiiii Jeremy. Give me the traumadump bbg

THEY/THEM??? DO MY EYES DECEIVE ME OR IS THIS AN HONEST TO GOD THEY/THEM PLAYER OH ILL CRY. ILL CRU RIGHT NOW

CHAPTER SEVEN:

Oh Jean. you’re about to have such a gay awakening babe i can feel it in my bones.

A FUCKING YOYO??? I LOVE HIM

“A mite bit hecked up” PLEEEASE JUST SAY FUCK /ref

OH HE WAS IN LOVE WITH KEVIN. INTERESTING INTERESTING INTERESTING.

autism coded lookingg motherfucker (stares at Jean.)

The chaos of Cat and Laila’s house is so fucking cute. Its about to be two lesbians and their distrustful pitbull rescue in this bitch and im ready for it.

CHAPTER EIGHT:

watching normal people discover the cult that is Evermore. Finally someone having a normal response to that madness. What the FUCK.

wait theres actually a cardboard dog i thought it was fanon joke.

oh my god there is actually a fucking cardboard dog. i.

jeans brain just got actually shattered by this living room. he cannot comprehend this.

Cat & Jeremy, realizing the cult rumors are real: I THOUGHT YOU WERE KIDDING! I thought it was joke! I even wrote it down in my diary! “Kevin made a very funny joke today!” I laughed at it later that night!

Okay, last night; I went to bed at 2:30 AM 45% through (college my beloathed). we’re back in business.

Jeremy is so disturbed all of the time. goofy ass.

“Loving something is not enough,”

“When was the last time you enjoyed playing?”

“ Irrelevant.”

Whats his shirt look like Jeremy. Jeremy whats the shirt look like. Jeremy. Whats the shirt look like.

Okay so I’ve reached my image limit for this post and I dont have fun reaction images on my laptop. so now I will post this & reblog with the rest of this book.

#lark says #aftg #all for the game #the sunshine court #tsc #tsc spoilers #the sunshine court spoilers #In order of men: Jeremy Knox. Neil. EVERYONE ELSE. Riko….. Nathan— /ref

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rhodesrider · 1 year

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Puppy

Bloodline x PetPlay!Fem Reader

NSFW Warning! 18! Minors DNI!

Warnings: Pet-Play, humiliation, mentions of inhuman training, Affirmation Nicknames

Word Count: 790

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Y/N sighed in the car waiting for the bloodline. She looked at Paul then at Sami who waved, slowly getting more and more impatient. She just wanted to go home and relax. She got her purse searching for her nom, (biting charm) a Oreo shaped one she had for a while. But it wasn’t there, and Roman always tells her to pack it before leaving. Her toe tapped on the floor as she bit her finger, since she just got her nails done. “Oh miss Y/N you shouldn’t be-“ She glared at him tapping her foot more. Sami reached for his phone texting Roman and put his phone away just to make this more faster. She just sighed and took off her shoes bringing her knees to her head groaning and small noises, she shuffled to the corner of a seat and tried to stay calm.

Soon the doors opened for the twins to get in, she shot her head up and smiled wiggling around some. “Hey cutie.” Jey greeted kissing a cheek. “Hey babygirl.” Next Jimmy with a forehead kiss. She tried to talk back but she didn’t want to, which was a bit of a issue. The twins got comfortable and noticed, there wasn’t talking. She just stared at them. Jey looked at Sami in the back with Paul, “How long was she like this?” “Well Paul tried to tell her not to chew on her fingers and nails, then she just went quiet. This was about like 15 minutes before I texted you guys.” Sami said. Jimmy rolled his eyes and he got his bag, queuing Jey to close the panel for privacy. “Thanks!” He yelled. As soon as Jey turned back around, She jumped in his lap making small noises and moving around too much. “Hey hey! Ok baby Down.” He ordered but he laughed as she was caught with his shirt in her mouth. Jimmy whistled to get Y/N’s attention and she peeked seeing her oreo necklace chewy. She was about to jump on Jimmy next but he stopped her. “Sit. Then wait.” She sat on the wide car floor looking up at Jimmy. “How come she listen to you so well?” Hey mumbled. “She doesn’t man, she just sees her calm down toy.” He answered chuckled and put the necklace over her and tapped her nose telling her to wait. She cutely put her chin between his legs batting her eyes.

“That’s Romans little trick I stole.” He smirked impressed. And on Que, Roman and solo entered. Roman sighed as soon as he seen the site. “When did this happen?” Roman asked as he got in. Y/N made some noises wanting to greet him and solo but the rule was she couldn’t move. “She was non-verbal when we got in the car, then when we covered the back she jumped on me.” Jey chuckled. Roman got comfortable, putting his phone away, bag under the seat. “Solo put your stuff away, you know chews on damn near anything.” Roman smirked. He went in a compartment and got out a bag of soft candy, as soon as he opened it Y/N whimpered. “Stay.” Jimmy smirked commanding. Solo finished putting his stuff away and Roman was ready but he wanted to test her.

He patted his lap, but Y/N didn’t move. “She’s doing so much better.” Solo said remembering how when she has this head space she would be everywhere during rides and road-trips. “Yea, she’s been trained well.” Jimmy smirked as he helped Roman with most of the Training. Roman positioned his fingers near her ear and gave a sharp snap. Y/N quickly went to Roman nuzzling in his neck. “Hey puppy how are you?” He smiled and kissed her cheek and gave her some candy. She licked his cheek as a thank you and quickly went to solo greeting him. “Ok baby we’re gonna move soon.” Jimmy spoke up. Roman did two snaps in her ear and she quickly went to the floor laying at their feet. Jey opened the window to the back. “Hey grab me that blanket and pillow?” Sami nodded and gave it up front. Jey nodded saying thanks, giving y/n something comfortable to be on for the ride. “Damnit I forgot her collar.” Solo sighed and Roman shrugged. “She’ll be fine.” He went down rubbing her cheek as she chewed on her candy making small noises blushing.

“She should be worried when she gets home~” Jey smirked. “Oh yea definitely, puppy is gonna be a good little cumslut is she?” Roman asked. Y/N blushed giving a small bark. And they smirked wanting to use her there but due to people in the back, they can just wait…

#wwe usos #wwe roman reigns #wwe one shot #wwebloodline #wwe imagine #wweromanreigns #wwe smackdown #wwe smut #wwe raw #jey uso #solo sikoa #jimmy uso #petpl4y

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tf2heritageposts · 4 months

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you have probably been asked this before and if so I am dumb and stupid but why do you play tf2? what introduced you to the game

i'm chill with answering it again

alright so, there used to be(or still is, no idea) a channel called ethgoesboom back in like 2017ish, who basically did roleplay lets plays where he pretended to be FNAF characters playing various games like fnaf fangames or anything that was popular at the time really(like i am bread). do note this was WAY before ucn where they actually got canon voices

anyways, one day, he made a video where he pretended to be multiple fnaf characters playing tf2(i'm pretty sure freddy was playing engie), and we watched it and went "oh this looks fun!", and we made a steam account that has been lost to time and downloaded it on our mom's laptop.

it took a bit to download, but we eventually got on and queued up for a match, and i'm like 90% sure we picked spy but we didn't do anything because the voice chat scared us so much that we closed the game and deleted it, and then went and watched markiplier or something

now this story is gonna take a quick timeskip to 2020, where we are on youtube, and we spy a comic dub staring who we now know as medic, and we watch it. it was this video, and we ended up confused why this strange vaugely german man had a baby baboon and was going to kill it for its organs. we forgot about it and kept scrolling

one year later, in 2021, we were bored on steam and decided to check for any good free games. we see TF2 high on the charts, and we remember we heard it was a pretty good game, so we downloaded it and we've been hooked since

#not a heritage post

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jovalencia · 1 year

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forgot to tell you guys about game night friday btw. hope somebody was interested bc I’ll tell you man it was actually quite fun.

sarah suitemate and I were the only women there which was kind of weird and I was the only sober person there which was also weird but it did make it very entertaining. somebody announced that it was officially the next day (april 15) and I was like “yo it’s the anniversary of the titanic sinking” then these four guys started asking me a bunch of questions about the titanic so I spent like fifteen minutes answering all these guys’ burning questions about the titanic and how it sank etc etc and they seemed genuinely interested and it was a good time. that goes hand and hand with the time when sarah suitemate, the guy who’s definitely into me, and the bisexual guy were all organizing cards and I was explaining the chuck e cheese podcast I had just listened to to them while we cleaned up. I told this guy there that he looks like Jeff from yellowjackets and I showed him a picture and everybody was like “yeah he does” because he does and he asked me what the show was about so I said it’s about a girls soccer team who’s plane crashes in the canadian wilderness and they have to cannibalize each other. and I think he only heard the word “soccer” because he goes “oh so like ted lasso?” this same guy also spilled an entire bag of cheese it’s on the floor. we were listening to like rap music or whatever and the guy who was on aux was upstairs and fucking viva la vida by coldplay came on and we were all like “what the fuck is this man” and my friend stole aux then the music guy came back downstairs eight shots deep and was like “who the FUCK is on aux” meanwhile guy who’s definitely into me is queuing reggaeton songs. then music guy starts asking me what I listen to and I was like “probably not stuff you like” and he was like “okay bet I like everything” so I said “fall out boy” and he went “FUCK YEAH” then tried to dap me up. and when I tell you literally every single person sitting around that table was looking at him like “dude what the hell are you doing.” later in the night that same guy was giving me the fucking third degree asking me why I don’t drink like dude just ask me more about the titanic. at some point I went upstairs to put my jacket in my room and I tripped over our very inconveniently placed recycle bin and I was like “man this recycle bin, amiright?” to my roommate and she was like “yeah…….” and she absolutely thought I was drunk since it was so late for me to be out (11:30pm lol) and I’m with sarah suitemate who, if you’ll recall, my roommate reported to the school for having alcohol. anyways I talked to this guy who went to the same high school as all my friends about how his aunt was on american idol and all the toys we played with growing up and he was so chill but jeff yellowjackets kept trying to join the conversation like cmon man I’m chatting with buddha. yes his name was buddha. I also talked to guy who’s definitely into me and two other guys about the chess renaissance and guy who’s into me started talking to me about how there needs to be more women in his chess club bc feminism and I feel like that was blatant pandering since one of the jokes I’d been saying all night was just accusing the guys of being misogynists whenever they said anything even slightly rude or competitive so sarah or I. anyways yeah the night was fun and I learned how to play bs and I wasn’t even the worst player there. also there were two times when I tried to leave (bc I didn’t know how to play bs and I didn’t wanna play charades) and everybody was like “no carmen don’t go we love having you here!” and I felt very appreciated. afterwards when I was leaving for real (they were gonna play beer pong and the last thing I needed was to be around these guys while they got more drunk” sarah suitemate pulled me aside to make sure I have fun and I told her I did and she was so excited that I did since she’s been trying to get me to go for months and then she went “I’m pretty tipsy rn but I just want to tell you that I know you think that people don’t like you because you’re weird, but they do. we all really like you” and just. waugh.

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SEVEN Backstories - Cat and Aloïs :

The Marshall Effect

"I had chatted with this man for less than a quarter of an hour, but it felt like I'd just been blown by a hurricane. 'Guess it was the Marshall Effect. "

Here's another flashback for my story SEVEN : Division United, but it's written and not drawn this time !

The story is from Cat's viewpoint and tells how she met her future boyfriend Aloïs when she was still working as a cashier in a small grocery store.

"Nothing interesting had happened in my life for the last two years and it wasn’t quite surprising. I mean, what could happen to an average girl working at a quiet little grocery store to pay off her student loan? This place was about to close permanently because it barely worked anyway.

The evening shifts especially, were the most boring times of the week. My manager usually left at eight, then no customer would ever come and I was doomed to wait at the checkout for an hour, if not more.

It was until he appeared from nowhere. Never saw him before – or trust me, I would have remembered. On a rainy Thursday evening a tall, well-mannered man in a suit walked in, exactly twenty minutes before the closure. Nothing unusual at the beginning, yet I kept my eyes on him because I had nothing else to do.

Then he started zigzagging between the shelves, walking past the same ones again and again. He was probably lost since it seemed to be his first time here.

I glanced at the nonexistent queue and stood up to leave the desk. Helping that guy would keep me busy for the next five minutes and it was exactly what I was looking for.

“Hello. Can I help you?” I asked when I reached him.

He startled like he hadn’t heard me coming and turned around with a confused look.

“Hi, uh, what do you mean ?”

“You look a bit lost, I was wondering if you were looking for anything specific.”

He shook his head.

“I’m not lost,” he replied in a distant tone. “I just have… patterns.”

“Oh, fine then, I’m sorry I bothered you.”

He politely nodded and started shopping again, then I got back to my desk.

The man finally returned while I was eagerly staring at the clock. Right after the cashing and when he was about to leave, there were only two minutes left before we closed.

“Just in time,” I smiled. “Guess you’re lucky.”

“It’s no chance,” he said, “I calculated. Good evening.”

After he was gone and during the whole closing, I kept thinking of how special this encounter was.

But as busy as I was, I quickly forgot about it. Until the very next Thursday, when the same man came again… exactly twenty minutes before the close. “No chance,” I immediately thought, “just calculations.”

When he came up to me, he was queuing alone again, standing without a word. The silence quickly embarrassed me for an unknown reason so I took a deep breath and thought about something to say. He was the only person I could even talk to anyway.

“So, uh,” I awkwardly asked, “did you just move nearby? I’ve only seen you twice.”

“Not at all,” he answered, “I’ve been in Departown for years. I just…” he paused, looked away and scratched his neck, almost troubled. “Not that I like changing my habits but I had to. The shop I used to go to stopped selling Worcestershire sauce. It felt like a treason so I decided I would never come back.”

I blinked and kept quiet for a second, then laughed openly thinking it was a joke. Who would ever feel betrayed by a grocery store ?

But the man stared at me with a straight face and I immediately felt stupid. Was it for real? If so, my laugh had probably sounded like a mockery. I blushed and apologized but my customer stood silent and kept looking away. What a fucking faux pas.

While scanning his items, I wondered what I should do. Shut the fuck up for the next three minutes or just keep chatting like nothing happened?

I decided to fight my talkative temper and focused on these carefully aligned articles. But my extreme concentration quickly got troubled by a strange feeling of déjà-vu. Like the cashing was occurring the exact same way as the previous week. Was it by chance or… calculations?

A sentence suddenly came back to my mind: “I have patterns”. It was probably the key so I attentively stared at my screen looking for the said pattern. And it hit me like a flash.

“Is that…”

“Alphabetic order?” the man guessed. “Yes.”

Surprised to see my intuition confirmed, I quickly checked the screen again. The last articles from the list were indeed vanilla, wheat bread, – an indecent quantity of – white vinegar and… of course, Worcestershire. I couldn’t hold back a smile.

“Wow. Impressive.”

Despite his face being inexpressive, he looked kind of satisfied when I pronounced this word. I smiled again, he politely greeted me, walked away and disappeared behind the automatic doors. Two minutes before the closing.

Never in my boring life had I ever met such a singular customer. Not that it was unpleasant, on the contrary: not only had he saved me from my monotonous Thursday evenings, but I also liked our unique interactions.

No need to say this man was in my mind every shift I worked. My stupid brain even started nicknaming him. From then on, he would be Mr. Worcestershire and I was looking forward to seeing him again.

To my disappointment, he didn’t come back the next week and my Thursday shift was longer than ever. I didn’t even know why I was that upset: what was I expecting from a man I had only met twice ? Not everyone goes shopping every week anyway. Still, it felt like something was missing.

Fortunately, he quickly showed up again: same day, same time. Seeing him at my desk brightened my evening and I greeted him thoughtlessly:

“Mr. Worcestershire! Long time no see!”

Crap. I felt stupid again. What was I thinking, calling him by that dumb nickname out loud? I blushed in shame, expecting him to be offended; but he just raised an eyebrow, half-surprised, half-embarrassed, hundred percent serious.

“It must be a mistake," he told me. “My name’s Aloïs Marshall.”

I hushed for almost a minute, taking the time to swallow my shame and the fact that he had totally missed the point. Maybe it was for the better.

“Catherine Harris,” I bounced back. “But Cat’s more than enough!”

“Nice to meet you, Cat.”

What I read as a slight smile surprised and pleased me at the same time. Maybe he liked our interactions too.

The next few weeks seemed to prove my point. Aloïs stopped coming twenty minutes early, but twenty-five then thirty so we would have more time to chat. I learnt he had just passed the bar and was planning to become a lawyer. He liked clocks, played piano, had a brother and a kitten.

It wasn’t much information – to be honest, it was most of the time just me sharing my day and him quietly listening – but I was grateful to know them. This man looked distant, secretive and obviously wasn’t a talker: seeing him gradually open up had something soothing. After our weekly small talks became an established routine, my impression of bothering him and talking too much completely faded away.

Then came this Thursday when something obviously looked wrong. I was waiting for my only, faithful eight pm customer and as time went, I honestly thought he would not show up. But he did, twenty minutes late.

Late? I would have never thought Aloïs was physically able to be late. He was in a rush, almost running in the alleys, looking completely lost although he was supposed to know the store like the back of his hand. When he reached the checkout, I noticed his shirt collar was unusually loose, his hair tousled and his skin pallid.

“A-are you okay?” I asked, worried.

“Yes,” Aloïs’ tone was tense, almost cold.

His shaking voice troubled me even more but I did not dare insist. He turned his eyes away from me, said no more words, we didn’t chat and he left in a hurry.

After his hasty departure, it took me almost a minute to be able to move again. Something serious was going on but I didn’t know what nor how to help.

I inhaled and shook my head. For the moment, the priority was to close the shop. Despite my trouble, I think I managed to complete the work without forgetting anything. But as I was on my way to leave and lock the store, a loud noise surprised me. A smashing sound coming from the parking lot.

I scurried outside to find a car had just hit a pole full force and I ran into its direction. Just as I feared, Aloïs was behind the wheel and looked completely distressed. He lowered the window as soon as our eyes met.

“Are you hurt?” I yelled in panic.

“No. Just a big scare," he sighed and I finally allowed myself to breathe.

“I’d never have thought you were that bad as a driver,” I joked to relax the atmosphere.

“I’m not,” Aloïs defended himself. “This is just not my day.”

I looked him in the eye. Here we were. First, that troubled attitude. Next, a car accident.

“What happened?”

He didn’t reply right away and simply lowered his head. He was close to tears and his exhausted expression broke my heart. His shoulders stiffened and he shivered.

“You can talk to me,” I insisted.

“My brother’s in the hospital,” he said abruptly, all of a sudden.

“Oh my God,” I gasped. “Is his life at risk?”

“Not anymore, I think. But I’m not allowed to see him yet.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.”

I raised an eyebrow, wondering how he could’ve taken this at face value. But it was not the question.

“Anyway, I have to go,” Aloïs concluded before he put a hand on the parking brake.

“Wait. No, no, no,” I objected. “You’re not driving. Not in that state.”

“I can do it. Leave me alone,” his voice cooled down.

“You can’t! I assure you that if you start this car again, the next thing you hit won’t be a simple parking pole.”

Aloïs gritted his teeth and looked straight in my eye. Deep inside, he knew I was right and it angered him.

“I can drive you home,” I offered. “I just want to make sure you’re alri–”

‘’No.”

I was surprised by his expeditive tone and by the following sigh. He stayed silent a few seconds then started again:

“First, I don’t like to bring people near my house. Second, I don’t want to come home tonight.”

“Why?”

“I…” his voice shattered.

He probably felt embarrassed by the heartbroken compassion in my eyes because he instantly looked away.

“It’s nothing,” he pretended. “It’s just… Home feels empty without him. And I will lose my mind if I see that bathtub again. I haven't cleaned it up yet."

I didn’t understand which bathtub he was referring to and what it even meant, but of course home felt empty. How hadn’t I thought about it before? Aloïs was left alone and absolutely not in the mental condition to be.

“Just come to my place then,” I said without thinking further.

“What?” his eyes opened wide like he wasn’t taking me seriously.

“I mean, there isn’t much space,” I added, “but I have pizza. And Netflix.”

He laughed nervously and remained silent for a few never-ending seconds. He seemed to hesitate, carefully considering the suggestion.

"It's no use. I don't want to bother."

"You won't. And you need company."

He paused to look at me with a baffled expression, like he would never have expected me to care.

"Alright," he finally surrendered.

"Okay, " I sighed in relief, "just park that car while I check the store one last time. We'll use mine."

Once finished, I turned the car on and we left in silence. Aloïs didn't utter a single word during the whole ride; I understood and respected that choice.

When I opened my door, I suddenly remembered I hadn't taken the time to tidy the room before leaving.

"S-sorry," I stuttered, "it's a bit messy…"

But Aloïs wasn't listening and didn't even notice. His eyes were fixed on the wall.

"Nice clock," he commented.

I just smiled and invited him to settle down. He nearly collapsed on the couch and our first fifteen minutes were just him breathing in silence, eyes closed, trying to pull himself together.

“Pizza?” I offered when he finally seemed able to think clearly.

“Please,” he answered in a bashful voice after a way too long hesitation.

From then on, I think we kind of had a good time. Aloïs talked less than usual but looked a bit more relaxed, wrapped up in my softest blanket. The TV was on but mostly to serve as background noise since we were not really watching. A documentary on marine life was broadcasted.

“Whales scared me when I was a child,” I recalled. “I thought they were big enough to swallow all the water and we would die of thirst. It's ridiculous,” I giggled.

“Oh, not that much. I get the logic. Honestly,” he added, “you’d probably laugh if I told you what scared me as a child.

“What? Tell me! I want to know!” I fidgeted on my seat, excited by curiosity.

Aloïs turned around, looked straight at me and replied in a very serious voice:

“Cashiers.”

I almost choked. He was making fun of me, wasn’t he?

“Is there an innuendo or something?” I smiled.

“Absolutely not. And it makes the situation kind of ironic.”

“I-indeed. And why did they scare you ?”

“That’s a stupid story,” he whispered and pressed his knees onto his chest. “I was eight when my mother sent me shopping on my own for the first time. It made me anxious: big noises, lots of people. I didn’t even know what I was supposed to say at the checkout so my mother wrote me a note and I learnt it by heart. They may ask you if you want a bag and you’ll say ‘No, thank you.’ Then you’ll say goodbye and wish them a good day.

But things didn’t go as planned. The cashier forgot about the bag and just went, like, ‘Have a good day’, to which I instantly replied ‘No, thank you’. Then I froze and stood still for almost a minute.”

I couldn’t stop smiling. The fact Aloïs was telling this story in a perfectly neutral tone and sounded like a fucking voice-over made it even funnier.

“And then? What did you do?”

“I cried.”

“Oh my, oh my,” I exclaimed, “what a pure soul!”

“No need to say our mom sent my brother instead the next time. I never wanted to come back again.”

“It was hilarious,” I laughed out loud.

“Don’t laugh. It’s been seventeen years and I still feel ashamed.”

He sounded a little more light-hearted and it felt nice. Perhaps inviting him was the best thing to do after all.

“Do you think I’m scary?” I teased him, thinking about his jolt the first time we talked.

“I’ve seen worse.”

Aloïs’ eyes shut and silence slowly came back. In no time he had fallen asleep on the couch, still in his suit, his cheek squashed on the armrest. It wasn’t even half past ten yet; but his last concerns probably had been exhausting so I left him alone and went to bed as well.

The next morning, I got up early to attend school and found him awake, standing in a corner. His hair and shirt were arranged and he was probably waiting for me before leaving.

After a brief exchange of courtesies, I led him to the door. He was staring at me with his usual seriousness.

“Thanks for the invite,” he said. “I’d never have thought I’d have a good time, but I did.”

I opened then closed my mouth within two seconds, not knowing what to answer. What kind of a compliment was that? It had at least the advantage of being honest.

“How can I thank you?”

I shook my head.

“You don’t have to. Just take care of yourself. And of your brother, of course.”

Aloïs nodded, waved me goodbye then walked away without a word.

Despite an extremely busy week, I still had him in mind the whole time. Not only because of our pleasant evening, but also out of concern. I had no way to know if his brother was alright and how he was dealing with the situation. Waiting was my only option.

When our daily meeting finally came, I was reassured to see him on time, perfectly arranged and back to his routine. I almost pounced on him when he greeted me:

"How's your brother?"

"Better," he replied with less emotion than expected. He left this morning. Thanks for caring."

"Great!" I shouted in relief.

Aloïs kept quiet, looking ahead. He appeared a bit nervous but not the anxious way. Kind of… embarrassed? I secretly hoped I hadn’t offended him in any way that night, but I didn’t dare ask what was wrong.

Once the groceries stowed in his backpack, he turned around and expeditiously placed a huge paper bag on the desk.

“‘re you go,” he muttered, “good evening.”

And he did not leave the store this time: he practically escaped, scampering in a hasty and awkward way. I hadn’t had the time to stop him nor to get a single word.

I was completely stunned and blinked in misunderstanding, until that mysterious bag finally intrigued me. If Aloïs had left it here, it was probably for me to open so I didn’t think any further and just went on.

What I found inside was the last thing I would have expected. A cuckoo clock. Why the hell would this man leave his fucking clock on my desk? Confused, it took me quite a bit of time to notice the note left on the bottom of the bag.

I made this for you. Thanks for the evening. See you soon.

My eyes opened wide and I instantly blushed. Wow. Wow. He’d made this? For real? For me? Taking a closer look at the clock, I found out it was hand-carved and had hundreds of precise little details. It was astonishing to think Aloïs had crafted such a piece in less than a week, and the efforts it probably had taken touched me as much as the attention. I didn’t even know he had any skills in watchmaking, and it was incredibly sweet despite the note being so distant it sounded like a telegram.

Just as my amazement was about to dissipate, nine pm rang and the clock struck. When the trap door opened I was expecting a bird to appear but it was not. It was a Cat.

I laughed out loud, out of amusement but also because of a heartwarming joy. I had never received such a singular yet magnificent gift. I absolutely loved it and it was, to be honest, the first time a guy ever thanked me for pizza night with a timepiece.

When I went home I hung the clock on the wall, right above the couch Aloïs had slept on the week before. It looked perfect and I couldn’t wait to see him again so I could express my gratitude.

But before we met again, in the middle of the week, something distracted me. Or should I say someone. Weird Customer Number Two.

Late in the evening again, a man entered the desert grocery store. I couldn’t have not seen him: partly because there was no one else around here, but mostly because of his looks. His aquamarine sidecut was curled like he’d just got out of bed and he was floating in exceedingly oversized clothes, so colorful it looked like a whole family of parrots was grieving.

He wandered in the alleys for a few minutes emitting a strange, conflicting aura. Like a ghost who'd have been in agony for centuries but in an extremely cheerful way.

His shopping didn’t take long and he quickly came up to me.

“Hi. Do you sell cigarettes?” he asked while putting his articles on the conveyor belt.

I thought it was a joke at first so I just chuckled, but when the man gazed at me in silence for a few seconds, I understood he was serious.

“Sir, this is a grocery store.”

“Oh, true. I forgot it wasn’t food.”

I raised an eyebrow. What had I just heard?

“You’re not supposed to eat cigarettes, I think.”

“Did I just say that out loud?” he moaned in a low, troubled voice. “Forget about it, you didn’t hear anything.”

I nodded and acted like nothing had happened. We were both embarrassed now. I tried to keep my eyes away so he wouldn’t feel judged, but an iterative feeling pushed me to look at him again and again.

His face was oddly familiar. It was just like I had known this guy for a while but it was impossible. I would have remembered a person that… eccentric. Maybe an old classmate with a whole new appearance?

“Excuse me,” I timidly asked, “have I seen you before?”

“Probably on the news,” he answered without hesitation. “I’m a serial killer.”

I burst out laughing when a large smile spread across his emaciated face. Okay, good one.

“Seriously,” he resumed, “you must mistake me for my twin brother. He comes here every Thursday.”

“Aloïs!” I screamed like it was evidence.

Of course. Of course it was Aloïs he reminded me of. How could I have been so stupid? Behind his round pink tinted glasses, the man had the exact same odd-coloured eyes and identical facial features. But to be honest, everything else was different.

“You know his name?” he exclaimed.

“Sure. We’ve been chatting for months, he came to my place once and he gifted me a clock last week!”

“Dear Lord, it’s a fucking miracle.”

He faked a dramatic, exaggerated faint then slammed his fist on the conveyor.

“This idiot has a friend and he never told me!”

“We-we’re friends?” my face turned red.

If Aloïs and I were starting to get a bit closer, he had never referred to me as a friend and I had no idea if he counted me as such or not.

“Come on!” his brother rolled his eyes. “Do you think someone like Al' would trust you enough to stay at your house if you were not his friend? And would he build a clock just for you?”

“You’re right,” I smiled.

This simple statement was so sweet it brightened my day. Aloïs’ brother on the contrary, seemed quite upset that he'd never ever mentioned me. Was it that surprising?

“Don’t hold it against him,” I begged. “He’s not very talkative.”

“Wow, you're good with euphemisms!" he clapped his hands with a sarcastic grin.

We both laughed and when the guy negligently leaned on the cash desk, I realized his manners were the opposite of Aloïs’. It was probably the reason I hadn’t recalled why he looked so familiar. This, and the long aqua hair.

“So you two are twins? I would have never guessed!”

"People rarely do," he shrugged. I'm the Evil One, by the way. Name's Ezra."

"I'm Cat!"

We exchanged a warm smile. Without even knowing why, I already liked this guy.

"How come both of you always do groceries that late?" I suddenly wondered. "Is that in your genes or…?"

"Aloïs likes quiet places and we both hate people."

"Legit."

I proceeded to the checkout and Ezra just carried all his items in his arms, an approximate and careless way. Seeing how disorganized he was, it was hard to believe he had Marshall blood.

"I'm glad I finally met you," I admitted when he was about to leave. "Aloïs mentioned you at least twice."

"What a record!" he laughed. "Buuuuut…"

Ezra paused to stare at his rainbow painted nails in a sassy way.

"You want to make him talk?" he asked with an evil smirk.

"Why did you say that like an anime villain?"

"Because I'm a serial killer."

"Oh, of course," I giggled. "And yes, I'd like him to talk a bit more."

"Just ask him how an eighteenth century watch works then," Ezra revealed. "But never do that just before you close. It'd take hours and you may want to have a seat."

I thanked him. Noted. It would probably help, yet an issue remained.

"When could I ask him then?" I complained in disappointment. "I only see him after half past eight after all."

"Oh! True," Ezra realized. "Well, he'd kill me if I shared his contact without asking, but I can give him yours if you want."

My eyes brightened. "You'd do that?!"

"Of course. I love chaos."

"Oh my God, thanks a lot!" I shouted before giving my phone number.

He wrote it down and blinked at me.

"One last piece of advice: if you like his company, just tell him."

"What?" I scratched my cheek in confusion. "Is that necessary? I thought it was obvious…"

"Trust me, nothing's ever obvious enough for this guy."

With a cynical smile, Ezra glanced at the clock, took his articles back and waved me goodbye.

"This idiot better tell me everything tonight or Cain is back to town," I heard him mumble when he passed the door.

If I hadn't had an urgent task to complete, I wouldn't have moved for at least three minutes. I had chatted with this man for less than a quarter of an hour, but it felt like I'd just been blown by a hurricane. 'Guess it was the Marshall Effect.

What a pair, I told myself. What a fucking pair.

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Wait Dua and that Hadid guy broke up hahahaha idk if I missed it or literally forgot, but I'm glad I was like "girlll don't go there please" she has some shitty exes though and I have some tea on them too 💀

Some idols are just friendly and doing fs but some get CAUGHT IN 4K wtffff, they really stopped working, no thoughts

Wonderland is the reason I'm here tbh, here as - deep in Shinestarism plus Wonderland is MY FUCKING SONG, but for me best Hwa is DV Hwa without a doubt. Because THE HAIR AND THE LOOKS AND THE MILF, sorry Wonderland you have nothing on Deja Vu imo 😭 I miss his silver hair seriously I wonder what colour he's gonna go for next... I don't care that much (I mourn pink Hwa ofc but we probably won't see him anytime soon if ever) I just beg him not to cut his hair too short, but I wouldn't mind a different hairstyle than the undercut

Tell me your fave stage/MV/photoshoot Hwa looks 👀 because I have mine saved for research purposes and just keep adding more and more, man is serving even in questionable clothes

The prettiest coloured fin 😭 listen I love mermaids I was very into H20, did you watch it? Also Aquamarine? It was on TV two days ago, a coincidence?! So I'M WAITING! Plotty?! Even better

Also the whole TXT tickets thing... playing such small venues, really??? I know they don't have touring experience but come on, it's weird Hybe doesn't wanna bank on them, they could sell 10k judging by the amount of people who queued to get the tickets. It's unfair to the fans, but I think the members as well, they've waited so long and okay smaller concerts are nice, but I'm sure they'd love to play in front as many fans as possible

Absolutely WOULD NOT let your fics drown, brb saving them all and locking them away. Actually I used to do that, because it was more comfortable for me to read in Word than on Fanfiction.net, so I would copy all the fics and paste them to create a file. Which resulted in me "owning" some fics that have been deleted and it's such a weird situation. I know some people have someone else's works saved and post them even though the authors deleted their stuff for a reason. I would never do that wtf. I understand people missing certain fics, I do too, but yikes

There's a park near me and they have peacocks, they DO NOT give a fuck, but some people are annoying as hell so sometimes they run away. Same with swans, they're just chilling, but people act like paparazzi trying to get too close

Jdusjudushsygs this man will die if they don't let him hip thrust

https://twitter.com/hwalilac/status/1527576928152354816?t=j8l-Ml3Wzs0_X5yx_bljVg&s=19 - DV 💖

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Some idols are just friendly and doing fs but some get CAUGHT IN 4K wtffff, they really stopped working, no thoughts

NO LITERALLY!!!! THIRD GEN IS SO DONE WITH THEM THEY WILL START DENYING CUTE STUFF BC THEYRE OVER IT but when it’s irl it’s 👁👄👁🤚🏼 hello delulu mode on

wonderland hwa can rearrange my guts and id let him 😭😭😭 THE MILF GKNVKOJCZ NO FR DEJA VU WAS SUCH AN ERA THE LONG HAIR HAD ME ON MY KNEES ID NEVER LET THIS ERA GO,,, no fr i think he should have a comeback with silver hair,,, like the thanxx era silver blond whatever that was,,, OKAY BUT HIS UNDERCUT >>>

Tell me your fave stage/MV/photoshoot Hwa looks 👀 because I have mine saved for research purposes and just keep adding more and more, man is serving even in questionable clothes

ATEEZ SINGLES ONE FBFBFB that one just blew me away esp with hwa,, the way i made so many edits for this hwa form the logbook

The prettiest coloured fin 😭 listen I love mermaids I was very into H20, did you watch it? Also Aquamarine? It was on TV two days ago, a coincidence?! So I'M WAITING! Plotty?! Even better

I DID PLS I DID FBENBFWNFBW NOTHING IS A COINCIDENCE ANYMORE the prettiest fin,, with those sireny colours + miss has those siren eyes and 😩😩😩😩😮‍💨 if duke hwa’s kink level had a y/n version, siren would be her <3 YES PLOTTY I BET ITLL BE LIKE 50K SO IM TRYING NOT TO WRITE IT FBFB but the misunderstood villain reader and king hwa ☺️

NO YEAH???? LIKE 5K TICKETS ONLY BUT 50K WERE ON THE WEBSITE??? what’s hybe doing and now with the garam girlie??? no fr txt could sell for more than 15k easily!! ppl are crazy for txt’s songs bc they have such a good discography blows me away all the time,,, YEAH!!! members wanted bigger arenas but their venues are like graduation venues??? so small and stuff,,,

BRNWBDWN I DO THE SAME MANY TIMES i think im lucky to say that some accs that had some amazing stories but deactivated (bc ik they would) i copy pasted their fic in my word docs with the title and the acc and all so i could read them one day,,, YEAH NO ID NEVER POST THEM NO i saved them so u know,, that one thing where u can print ur own book of stories for ur personal self,,, id do it for that reason,,, YEAH like there’s a boundary to certain things and violating them is 🔫🔫

DBMWDHKWHDKQHDKW PEACOCKS FR DONT GIVE A SHIT,,, when i was in india we used to go to this religious place in like rural area and they would have peacocks there and they’d put a show but then also chase us???? 😭😭😭 traumatizing <3 FBWNDHWK IVE NEVER SEEN SWANS BUT I JUST KNOW THEY GET PISSED 😭😭😭 also bestie i will rant to u,, my cousins r going italy without telling us 🔫 but we made the plans 🔫 chose the hotel rooms and travels 🔫 haha 🔫 FBWMBDKQDJWK will remain forever petty

Jdusjudushsygs this man will die if they don't let him hip thrust https://twitter.com/hwalilac/status/1527576928152354816?t=j8l-Ml3Wzs0_X5yx_bljVg&s=19 - DV 💖

u know this reminded me, when he thrusts he puts his all in as below…

and ppl tell us not to be delulu 🤨

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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saturniias · 2 years

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Star Gazing

I've queued up a bunch of my older pieces, in order of when I wrote them, however I just couldn't resist posting my most recent writing first.

This is, probably my absolute favourite thing I've written in a while. It's also the first actual just pure fluff I've written I think? I usually write so much angst.

I never decided on what species Callum was going to be, but it would be a species that is reminiscent of a Calopus. Alois is a winged variant of the Avelus descent. He's basically like if an angel and a human had a kid, he's got wings on his back and a couple small halos. Though I forgot to write in his halos LMAO

Oh it would also be good to mention what the sanctuary specifically is. This is the sanctuary of the Evanesce Lovers. When word got out that Calopus and Fengshuang were "dead", a sanctuary was put up in memorial of them. In the sanctuary, there is a huge statue of the two gods, standing at 2300 and 2500 cm tall. (75 and 80 ft)

Callum could never place why, but he felt drawn to the sanctuary for the Evanesce Lovers. He often found himself draped across the horns of the Calopus, staring at the magic particles that slowly fell around him.

Whenever he can't sleep, he comes to this spot. The particles helped lull him to sleep. Something about them was comforting. The priests of the sanctuary eventually had gotten used to finding the Courtenay prince fast asleep, 75 feet above the ground in the horns of the Calopus. They'd gently wake him up, and he'd stay for a little while before the sun fully rose signaling it was time to return home.

This night was no different. Callum had dance stepped his way up to the top of the statue, and settled in his usual spot. The white particles gently fell into his hair before dissipating. He closed his eyes and smiled.

While it was nice to finally be open with the neighboring kingdom, at least partially, the constant upkeep of his "image" around them was exhausting. His mother was insistent that they look and act perfect around them.

"One sign of weakness is all it takes" She said.

It was very clear to him that she didn't believe the two families could get along.

He thought back to the Huanglong prince, he met him on the night of the ball. Callum couldn't image a man like him trying to harm their family. He was noble, and sweet. Their time together that night was short lived, but it felt like an eternity in his memory that they let loose and were truly themselves on that balcony illuminated by moonlight.

He wished he could dance with him forever.

Callum heard a faint swoosh. He opened his eyes and sat up, looking around him. In front of him was a winged figure, only illuminated by the soft glow of the magic particles and the faint tinted moonlight through the mural.

"Alois?" Callum could just make out his features. He tilted his head. "What are you doing here?"

Alois smiled at him. "I saw you leave the castle, I was curious where you were off to"

Callum's face was flushed, and he was thankful for the poor lighting hiding his features. Callum had just been thinking of him, and like it was fated Alois had appeared.

He swore for a moment he could see something red faintly, that traveled from him to the dragon shifter that sat just a couple feet away.

"I...I come here when I can't sleep. I can't really explain why, I just feel....feel drawn to it" Callum felt embarrassed to admit it.

"Would you mind if I joined you? Maybe I could finally get some shut eye as well" Alois let out a soft chuckle.

"N-not at all! Feel free" Callum scooted to the side a little to make room for them to both lay down.

Alois must've noticed the small amount of space where they were to lay.

"Here, lay on my wing. We'll save room this way"

Callum was hesitant at first, not wanting to hurt him. He slowly and gently laid himself on top of the wing. Through the small areas of skin that was exposed from his outfit touching the feathers, he could feel how soft they were. He resisted the urge to snuggle into them, that would be far too weird. He settled lower down on the wing, he head at the same level as Alois' chest.

"You can lean closer if you want, you're pretty close to the edge. Can't have you falling off the side" Alois's arm reached above where his head lay, and his hand lightly tugged on Callum's shoulder.

After a moment, Callum slowly moved in closer. His body was only inches away from Alois' now, and his head more at level with his own. Alois gave him a soft smile when he had finished shifting.

Alois gazed up at the particles that were falling from above them.

"These fall in constellations" Alois lifted his hand closer to the enchantment. "Like....This one here! This is Cassiopeia"

Callum watched as Alois pointed out the "stars" that formed the constellation.

"I never noticed, I don't have a lot of knowledge on the stars" He admitted, despite how much he loved them he never learned the specifics.

There was a small pause where they both stared up in silence, caught in awe of the magic. Alois turned, one hand moving and stopping just short of Callum's face. After a moment, he closed the rest of the distance.

"You know, you..." Alois lifted a little at Callum's face. "You have a constellation on your face too. I noticed it the other night"

Callum's breath hitched in his throat at the physical touch, face going red. He could feel his blush reaching his ears. They had been close these last few weeks, but not this close. Alois' other hand reached up and started to point.

"Right here, you have Lyra in your freckles. These star shaped freckles match up, and this one here, the biggest star is...Vega..." Alois' hand stopped mid reach for the largest star freckle. Instead of a finger, Callum's cheeks were met with Alois' lips. He planted a small kiss right where he was about to point.

Callum could only stare, he didn't think his face could get any redder. Instinctively, he scrunched up trying to hide his face. His head pressing into Alois' chest, his mind racing. Alois couldn't help but find the reaction adorable.

"Is this ok?" Alois tentatively put an arm around Callum, but didn't put pressure down so he could move away if he wanted.

No response came from Callum, but after a moment he slowly looked up and nodded. His face was insanely flushed from his shyness. Alois smiled at the approval, letting his arm lay slack around the smaller boy. Before he could psych himself out of it, Callum reached up and kissed Alois. It was his turn to be caught off guard now, but let himself melt into it. He pulled Callum in closer to his body, his wings curling around the both of them as the kiss deepened. Upon pulling away after what felt like ages, Callum promptly shoved his face into Alois' chest again to avoid eye contact, and the Avelus descent chuckled at the sight.

"Callum you are by far the most adorable person I've ever met" Alois' teasing words were met with a small whine of embarrassment, only making him smile wider.

Still holding each other, they slowly drifted to sleep. Both of them would be lying if they said it wasn't the best nights rest they've had in a long while.

"Alois, the suns going to come up soon..." Callum's voice, along with his light prodding, stirred Alois from his sleep.

"Aww, are you worried about being caught?"

Callum nodded, averting his gaze. "I'm not actually supposed to leave the castle at night, the priests usually wake me up when they get here so I go home before people notice..."

Alois pulled Callum in close to him, giving him a kiss on the same star freckle he had kissed the night before. "A few more minutes?" Something in Alois made him hesitant to let Callum go, like he had to hold onto him for as long as he could. No matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn't figure out why.

Callum couldn't resist such a request. He wrapped his arms around Alois' waist, setting his head on his chest. The warm embrace of the much taller boy soothed his anxieties, and he caught himself almost falling asleep again in his arms.

Callum finally propped himself up, much to the disappointment of Alois. He placed one of his hands on Alois' chest.

"Could the big strong Avelus descent fly me back to my room?" Callum knew what he said was absolutely stupid, and tried his best not to cringe at his own words. To his relief, Alois didn't tease him for it. Only giving him a sweet smile and a nod before picking him up bridal style.

Alois flew them high in the sky, high enough to where anyone who happened to look couldn't recognize them. They arrived at the castle soon after, the sanctuary not being far. He descended down to the balcony of Callum's room, setting him down on his feet after landing. When Callum turned to face him, Alois wrapped his arms around his lower back. Now that they were standing, Callum was at a height disadvantage. Pouting, he threw his arms around Alois' neck, and pulled himself upwards so he could reach his lips. Alois chuckled at his attempt, and opted to help him out a little by lifting him up slightly with his preestablished hold on his waist.

Before he was lifted up, Callum was just barely grazing Alois' lips. Now he was at the perfect height to kiss him, and took advantage of it immediately. They occasionally clashed teeth, startling Callum to pull away slightly, but Alois would pull him right back into the kiss every time. When they finally pulled away, slightly out of breath, Callum buried his head into Alois' chest one last time. He slipped out of the embrace, and quietly retreated back into his room. He gave him one last endearing look before laying himself into his bed to fake having been there the whole night. Alois hopped to the next balcony over, settling into his temporary room. Smiling to himself as he fell asleep once more.

#red string #callum #alois #they're literally so cute #Writing them is so much fun #Callum is so easily flustered how does he even function #writing #writerblr #writblr #creative writing #writers

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traumxrei-archive · 2 years

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【 cupid's got me in a chokehold 】

author's note: today's white day ! and i forgot,,,so i wrote about my favorite boys n what they would give the prefect on white day ! just a heads up, they're in paragraphs so. yes. this is entirely self-indulgent, so if you'd like to request your faves, please do so next time my requests are open (i'll do them in the hc style tho bc this took a loooong time to do)

characters: azul ashengrotto, floyd leech, jade leech, leona kingscholar

gender neutral! prefect, long-ass drabbles, self-indulgent !!

The Prefect didn't know what to expect for White Day. They had given their, ah, crush some homemade chocolates for Valentine's Day. But what if they don't get a gift in return? Well, today was the day. Now, what would he give them in return?

Azul Ashengrotto

azul ashengrotto. that was the name of their crush. it's kinda hard to have a crush on someone who's so busy all the time. they could barely catch glimpses of him at mostro lounge on a good day, and they were too busy focusing to really talk in class.

so when they gave him a valentine's gift, they pondered if he would have the time to even think about giving them a gift for white day. and on the day, their fears were confirmed.

they had kept their eyes peeled all day for just a sign of silvery hair to no avail. they were sure that azul had forgotten, trying to convince themself that it was okay; that he was a busy man after all.

until there was a knock on their door. it was evening time, and they had just queued up a sad song playlist to play as they lamented a gift-less white day.

to their surprise, floyd was there, "heya shrimpy ! 'm here to take you to mostro lounge, azul's orders."

"azul?" their stomach started to flip. "wait, it's nighttime what does he want-" they didn't get to finish because floyd was picking them up by the waist like they were some purse dog.

and that was how they entered the empty-looking mostro lounge.

"floyd, i do not think azul would be pleased if you carried them like that," jade sighed as he saw them.

floyd put them down fairly quickly, strangely enough, "alright alri~ght. today's azul's day so imma be nice."

"come through here, prefect," jade gestured further into the lounge. "azul is waiting for you." there were nerves buzzing at their fingertips as they walked, seeing a brightly lit table in the middle of the dark lounge.

and there was azul. they felt their breath stolen from them because of how was looking at them, a soft emotion shining in those crystalline eyes.

"thank you for coming this evening," azul gently grasped their hand, leading them to the table. "sorry that i didn't send, ah, prior notice."

"it's alright," their eyes track his movements as he walked over to the other side. "so...what's the occasion?" they had dared to hope, but...this was azul, it could've been anything.

azul blinked, "did you perhaps think that i would forget about white day?"

"k-kind of? i mean, y-you're really busy, so i figured that you wouldn't have time," a familiar heat crawled up their neck as they stuttered, and they felt their heart doing a frantic dance against their ribs.

"i'm offended that you think so little of me," azul's laugh trickled through the air. "how could i forget to give you a gift in return for those chocolates? they were...very sweet."

"they were tasty," floyd's voice startled them, and their head snapped up to see food lining the table, with jade bringing in another plate. "but azul wouldn't let me have more than one. even though he doesn't like chocolate." something within their chest fluttered with excitement. azul liked their chocolates! mission success, they made their crush happy!

"isn't this around the time you show them the contract?" jade said, smiling eerily. oh no. not a contract.

azul coughed at the mention of it, "you two, always rushing things. very well, please leave me and the prefect alone." as soon as the tweels were gone, azul hesitantly pulled out a sheaf of paper, "it is...a bilateral contract concerning...certain things that are of importance of me. take your time to read over it."

they looked over the contract, and stopped short when they saw the words "relationship agreement" somewhere near the end. they couldn't help but let out a short laugh. an idea popped into their head as they took up azul's pen.

"w-wait, you're going to sign it already?" azul's glasses looked like they were about to fall off in his hurry. "y-you're not going to think about it a little more?"

they shook their head, turning the papers over and scribbling on the back of it:

will you date me? (circle your answer below)

yes or no

"i have a contract of my own to propose, azul," they slid the paper back to him, watching in delight as his face erupted into red as he read the words.

azul took up his pen, circling something before sliding it back, "i...look forward to your cooperation from now on..." his voice was soft, and they couldn't help but smile at this more unguarded side of him.

they took the paper. he had circled yes.

Floyd Leech

floyd leech is...floyd leech. when the prefect gave him a valentine's gift, they were already 80% sure that the eel would forget all about white day.

but then there's floyd, in all his 191cm glory, waiting in front of their classroom before lunch. they tried to ignore the way their heart raced seeing the wide grin on his face as he waved.

oh. so the 20% chance might actually happen.

"shrimpy ! 'm here to kidnap you for lunch~" they ignore the way everyone else gave floyd a wide berth, coming up close to the eel.

they snorted, "you're not that good of a kidnapper if you're telling me that."

"then should i pick you up and run?" floyd's grin grew mischievous. "that'd be fun, i bet mackerel and crabby are gonna start yelling."

"please don't." they could see the start of a whole series of troubles if he did. though it might've been fun. trouble and floyd leech were never far from each other.

"i'm a good eel today, so imma just squeeze your hand," he said, grabbing their hand. "let's go shrimpy ! i have a surprise for you!"

he lead them away through the twisting hallways, his pace going from slow and purposeful to rushed skipping and hopping. he twirled them around, following music that only he could hear. and they should've known that walking with floyd probably didn't entail much walking at all.

finally they arrived at a room with wide windows that they had never seen before. "sit, sit," floyd patted the window ledge. "now 's just me and you."

he pulled out a box, "heard from jade about that white day thing. shrimpy gave me some nice chocolates last time, so i got you something too~"

he opened the box, taking out some of its contents and puffing out his chest, "this is a~ll for you shrimpy!" they're all smaller in size, a box full of gifts that they couldn't quite understand.

they pointed at a tiny shrimp figurine, "what's this one?"

"oh, that's a tiny shrimp. i saw it at sam's 'n it's tiny, like you," he held on to it defensively. "that's for me though, you get this really cool and handsome eel one." there's a matching figurine of an eel next to it and they couldn't help but laugh at his attention to detail.

"and this one?" they point at what looked like a jewel. they hoped that he didn't take it from somewhere.

"hm? oh that's a stone i got in professor beakfish's class. it kinda looks like your eyes."

they hesitated before picking it up, "wouldn't it be better if you give it to azul?"

"but i don't wanna! i don't care if it's expensive, it's not for him it's for you, shrimpy!" there was a pout on his face, which was a telltale sign his mood was worsening.

they quickly reassured him, "i love it floyd. it's amazing you can make something so cool in alchemy class." his mood brightened a little after that.

after going through a few more, they realize that these were all items that reminded floyd of them. this type of gift was so very floyd and their heart warmed at his little explanations

then floyd snapped, "ah i almost forgot! i made a drink cuz i felt like it. it's called love potion. i made it especially for you~"

they stared at the flask hesitantly, the sweet smell of the drink wafting into their nose, "that's not...a real love potion right?"

he blinked at them for a moment before something in his eyes change. oh. shit. they knew trouble was coming when he leaned over, knocking down his carefully laid out gifts in favor of putting his face close to theirs.

"shrimpy always says the funniest things," floyd's signature grin was back, all teeth and curve. "why would i needa potion if you're already madly in love with me~?"

Jade Leech

it was early in the morning when they received a knock on their door. they had barely gotten their bearings together before answering, ready to berate adeujack for coming to their door so early.

instead, they were met with a chest. a very familiar chest, clad in octavinelle colors. they craned their neck to see the polite smile of one jade leech. in panic, they tried to slam the door back closed, but he had gotten a grip on it.

"my, i am hurt that you tried to close the door on me," he said, letting himself in. their breaths came faster as jade disappeared inside the house, mind racing to try and figure out why exactly their crush was in their house so early in the morning.

was it some special occasion? his birthday? or did grim get into debt again? great seven, they hoped it wasn't the latter. they didn't have hours to spare working to pay off the debt.

"are you coming, prefect?" jade's voice rang out and they scrambled towards the lounge.

"good of you to finally join me. before you ask, i have come today to give you this." it was a spherical glass bowl with an opening on the side that was filled with small plants.

"is that...one of your terrariums?" they knew about jade's hobby of scouring the mountains for rare mushrooms and bringing back plants for his terrariums. but the question was, why he was giving a terrarium to them, of all people.

"yes, well. it's yours now," jade placed it on the table. "i'll teach you how to take care of it since we have time before class starts."

"wait, i'm sorry jade but why are you gifting me something that's so precious to you...?" they didn't mean to sound ungrateful. it's just they knew how much effort he put into each and every terrarium he built. it was

jade raised a brow, "you are a lot more forgetful than i thought. though i suppose it is quite early in the morning. today is white day."

their brain buffered for a bit. white day? oh. white day. this was their crush giving them a gift in return for those chocolates they gave him on valentine's day. great seven how could they forget?

the eel chuckled, "that's quite an adorable expression you're making. well? will you sit down as i explain?" they nodded, sitting down right next to him, but not before they felt their heart flutter at his casual comment. they listened intently as he explained basic succulent care for them.

it turned out that he had picked the perfect plant for them: something that didn't need too much careful attention to keep alive. of course jade knew about the busy life they led at nrc, their hands full just trying to keep grim out of trouble. they imagined that jade was in the same situation with his twin.

toward the end of it, he patted their head, which really wasn't helping the butterflies that were stuck at their throat, "t-thank you, jade. this is...a really meaningful gift."

"don't think too much of it," jade said, before his smile finally turned sharp; a little dangerous. "if this hadn't worked i had other plans. after all, this is simply an excuse to see you more often."

Leona Kingscholar

they should've known something like this would happen. they were currently walking all the way to the hall of mirrors to get to savanaclaw, all because of a lazy lion by the name of leona kingscholar. who also happened to be their crush, which was probably in the top five worst decisions they've ever made. and no, they will not elaborate. well, maybe they will elaborate. just a little.

earlier in the afternoon, they had greeted ruggie at ramshackle's door after their classes, "delivery service~ today i'm your friendly delivery man, here to give you this letter- for a hefty price."

their eyes narrowed, "do i have to pay you?"

"nah, leona already gave me a handsome sum for this, so rest easy," the hyena handed over the letter before letting out his signature laugh. "shishishi~ best of luck, prefect."

leona? writing them a letter? was this the day that pigs flew? then again, they wouldn't be surprised if pigs did fly here. it was twisted wonderland after all.

they opened the envelope, carefully removing the letter inside to reveal his annoyingly perfect handwriting:

dear herbivore,

come over to my room. i ain't writing a whole sappy letter for white day or whatever it's called, but your gift is here.

come quick or else i'll go to sleep.

leona.

and that was where it led them, fuming slightly less than before because what was stopping him from using ruggie's delivery service to give them their gift? but at the same time they were...excited to see what leona got them. they couldn't believe that leona of all people would get them a white day gift.

they walked into his room to find the lion lying down on the couch for once, tail flicking lazily in the air. there was a brown box next to him, and his ears swiveled as they walked over to him.

he didn't budge when they picked up the box, "this is the gift right? i'll get going no-"

"wait," green eyes were on theirs, his hand grasping their arm. "open it in front of me. c'mon." they sighed before sitting down. his tail came to rest against their leg as they peeled the tape that sealed the box.

the packaging was simple, and it was obvious that leona probably did it himself. and they appreciated his effort, minimal as it was. leona wasn't one to get gifts, he seemed to show his affections in a different way.

"this is..." they were almost rendered speechless. "you were listening to me that time?" inside was a pair of leather gloves, shiny and new still in its packaging.

it was a fairly normal gift if you didn't know how much it meant to them. they vaguely remembered ranting to leona about the time grim had spilled their potions assignment all over their school uniform gloves, ruining them entirely. but they had thought he was asleep at that time.

leona scoffed, "of course i was listening, herbivore. try 'em on." they did, and they fit well, like a glove.

"these are perfect, i..." they looked at leona, who was still watching them intently, before smiling. "thank you, leona."

there was a low hum, and he entwined their hands, leather warming under his touch, "yeah. i should do this much as your boyfriend."

they swore they heard a record scratch playing in their ears. did he just...? "you're my...boyfriend-!"

"yeah?" leona sat up, frowning while still holding their hand. "you said that we were dating if i took your chocolates."

that sent a wave of heat rushing to their face at the memory, "it was sarcasm! valentine's day is supposed to be romantic but you're not...exactly...romantic so i was joking, kind of, and-"

he gave a hard tug to their arm, making them fall right into his chest, "what? ya don't want to date me, herbivore? got someone else on your mind?"

they couldn't really think when his handsome stupid face was right in front of them like that! especially not when he was still squeezing their hand tight, as if scared for their answer.

after they shook their head, a slow smirk spread on leona's face, "that's what i thought, herbivore. you're stuck with me whether you like it or not. and we both know you like it."

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21. “First one to make a noise loses.”

62. “I think that’s the first time i’ve heard you moan…it was like a fucking melody.”

notes; actor!scoups, actress!reader, cocky!scoups, dirty talk, degradation, rivals/enemies!au, cockwarming, lots of banter hehehe~ HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!! ✨💕❤️‍🔥🌸💐 I forgot to post my updated schedule so that’s gonna go up tomorrow instead kjdkjs sorry 😭 I always get busy when I least expect it and that’s been so often lately lol… ☠️ bUT ANYWAY who else to write about except the biggest dick man himself mr seungcheol for valentines day heh~ 🥳😗 Thank you so much for requesting, as always! Enjoy! 💕

*queued post.

“There is not a kissing scene in this.”

“There is. Four of them to be precise.” Seungcheol grins.

You grit your teeth - eyes on your manager and Seungcheol’s as they both gulp.

“And the two of you agreed?” They nod shakily - both Seungkwan and Seokmin sharing a quick, nervous glance before they both open their mouths at the same time.

“We t-thought it’d be good for your careers!” They reply at the same time.

Seungcheol laughs, head thrown back against the sofa as you brood alone.

You had tons of kissing scenes in movies and tv shows, but none of them ever included Seungcheol; someone who you considered your rival in the industry.

He was good at what he did and so were you - which is why you sometimes found yourself losing gigs and deals to him when the production staff would pick him over you. But it was a two way street and Seungcheol would sometimes also find himself in the same position when you’d get selected instead of him.

“I–we, um, y’know, because the two of you are–are really up on top of it right now,” Seungkwan starts, “The two of you are booked and busy and–and really, just, y’know, it would just benefit the two of you so much!”

Seokmin nods feverishly as he agrees, “The biggest fan bases and the best reception from the media, it’d be a hit just having the two of you in the same show!”

You grit your teeth again - they were right even if you hated to admit it.

“Can you give us some time to discuss this? Alone.” Sighing, you run a hand through your hair as Seungcheol nods.

“How about you get us some lunch, Seungkwan? Put it on my card. It’s the least I can do for the ‘lil princess here~”

The two get up before they hear anything else; both of them just glad to be out of the room before the two of you potentially start arguing.

And once the door clicks shut, it’s only a matter of seconds before you’re climbing into Seungcheol’s lap - hands at the collar of his shirt as he grins up at your flustered face.

“Ah, well, we should get to discussing then, huh?”

“We’re supposed to only have a kissing scene, yet look at you~”

Your jaw clenches as you sit atop Seungcheol’s lap - his cock already sheathed inside your warmth as you sit and cockwarm him. “You can pretend to hate me all you want, but every time I’ve fucked you, it’s always the best fuck you ever get, isn’t it?”

“S–shut up, asshole…”

You bite down on your bottom lip, holding in your noises but you can’t help but let out a small, airy moan when the head of his cock nudges your sweet spot when you shift slightly.

“Oh? I think that’s the first time I’ve heard you moan… It was like a fucking melody~ You’re always too fuckin’ busy complaining or keeping in those noises, baby~ Let them out, I wanna hear how cute you sound when you’re getting my cock.”

“F–fuck you, I–I rather go f-fuck your manager…”

The shit-eating grin on Seungcheol’s face leaves and is replaced with a scowl; his grip on your waist tightening as he slowly readjusts and jostles you slightly.

“Oh? You think Seungkwan can fuck you this good, huh? He’s too soft, baby. We both know how rough you like it~ You like it when I treat you like my ‘lil fucktoy, don’t you? You’ll never beg but I know just how you like being under me~”

He uses his strength to lift your body up slightly - guiding you and thrusting up into you while simultaneously tugging you down towards himself.

“Fuh–fuck…!”

The head of his cock slams into your g-spot with each thrust and you can’t help but bite down harder onto your bottom lip as Seungcheol laughs.

“Awww, you’re so cute. You really don’t wanna give in, do you? You’re always the same~ You should switch it up, baby~ How else are you gonna grow in your career, hmm?”

The slight dig at your career makes you growl - walls clamping down onto Seungcheol’s cock hard as he grits his teeth.

“Much like how you had to do a lot of growing, yourself, huh, ‘Cheol? You would know~” You lick your lips, head thrown back as he tugs you down and halts his movements.

“I’d watch my tongue if I were–”

KNOCK KNOCK

“Seungcheol, I got lunch! Are you guys okay?”

Seungkwan’s voice is muffled through the door; the doorknob rattling before Seokmin’s voice joins in. “You guys a-aren’t arguing, right?”

You peer down at Seungcheol - the lust in your eyes just as obvious as Seungcheol’s as he licks his lips and smirks up at you.

“We’re fine. Just discussing some of the scenes before we agree to it. It’ll be, like, 15 more minutes? Can you leave the food in the other room and we’ll be there soon?”

“Okay! Don’t take too long!”

You hear their footsteps getting quieter and quieter and you let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding.

“And? Now what? You think you can get me to cum in that short of time? I’ll probably have to finish the job myself, to be honest.” You retort - already trying to pry his hands off of your waist to get dressed instead of finishing.

“Who says I can’t?”

He lifts your body once again; slamming you down onto his cock as you let out a surprised mewl.

“I would’ve said, ‘first one to make a noise, loses.’ but, ah, with the way I’m about to fuck you I already know it’s going to be you, baby~ So why don’t you start making up an excuse to our managers for the screams they’re about to hear, hmm?”

Seungcheol watches as your lips form an ‘o’ shape - eyebrows furrowed with the way his cock fills you up perfectly.

“You’re such a talented actress after all, aren’t you? You should be able to make something up~” He quips.

“Fuh–fuck you, Seungcheol...!”

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sunmoonandsandsoundtracks · 2 years

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happy birthday, gaara!

i can't believe i almost forgot today! and i call myself a gaara fangirl! shame on me! thank you to the gaara blogs i follow for reminding me. i still feel bad. i had naruto's queued up a whole day before his. oh well. i'm getting this out, right?

heads up, like with my gaara december drabble (not really a drabble), you get to see what it's like to be my character, chii (may become more often than not, because she has a story already, so it's easier than coming up with a new character backstory every time). this is set in a time during the blank period, so there won't be a whole lot about her backstory, just a little reference to how her and gaara's relationship grew. i'm going to specify that she's a little on the paler side, so blushing will be mentioned, and she's a tiny thing, so there will be mentions that make gaara sound taller than he would be to the average woman. i think that's everything. don't like, don't read.

happy birthday to my first major naruto crush and my number one anime man!

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enjoy!

It was just another day to him... That was putting it optimistically. No matter how celebrated he was, how many people wished him well, how many times Kankuro and Temari told him he shouldn't think of it, it would always be the anniversary of the day the mother he never knew died giving birth to him.

None of them would understand just what that day brought him, and he would never wish that they did.

So, he threw himself into his work even more aggressively than usual, insistent on not being disturbed. After his twentieth birthday, no one even tried to throw him a party, in case it was used as another way to hide an attempt on the lives of the council and himself. That night could have ended much worse than it did, but it left many shaken. Not him. It was just another drop in the ocean. If he didn't care about those who could have gotten hurt, it would have been a net positive, really. Nothing lost on his end, and no one was eager to do it again.

A knock on the door interrupted his focus on signing off documents, and a glance at the clock told him he'd been at it for hours.

"Yes?" He called in his low voice, permitting them to enter.

"Uh, Lord Kazekage," one of his secretaries said as he poked his head in. "I know you said you weren't to be disturbed, but we have some rather enthusiastic well wishers who would like to see you and present you with something."

Gaara was puzzled. Enthusiastic? Who on earth would be eager to see him and give him anything? He was a little wary, and figured it was best he go investigate. He followed the young man out, and as he neared the public area, he heard a clamoring, and through all of it, he managed to pick up a familiar voice.

"Kimi, Anari!" You said, warning in your tone. "Remember what I said if you came along?"

When he reached the open area, he found you trying to corral what must have been ten children, with no more than four of them being above the age of six, trying to help contain the younger ones. You had what appeared to be a very clingy toddler in your arms.

"There he is! Lord Kazekage!" A boy announced.

You looked over, eyes meeting his, and smiled sheepishly. "I'm so sorry, but they were adamant. They heard what day it is, and even these little ones couldn't be distracted."

He chuckled as he looked over each child. He was no expert with children, and it took him years to be comfortable around them, but it did bring him happiness to see them so happy, especially given where they came from.

"Okay, what did we come here to say?" You spoke to them all. "One, two, three!"

"Happy birthday, Lord Kazekage!" rang out, more in unison than one could expect from so many little voices. You smiled proudly. "Good, now give him what we brought, then let's get out of his hair."

Two of the older children walked forward with a few of the younger, two of whom were holding a card, and a little cellophane bag of cookies tied off with ribbons. They handed them to him with smiles that quickly turned shy.

"Thank you," he said, smiling warmly. Looking at the card, he realized every child in the orphanage must have signed it, around 'Happy Birthday, Lord Gaara' written in calligraphy. In the upper left hand corner was your signature. Then he observed the cookies, and he could tell they were still warm.

"Miss Chii made them!" The child that had handed them to him declared.

"Hey, I had help!" You protested. "I almost ended up just supervising!"

His eyes met yours again, making your face heat. "Then I know they'll be good."

So much control was required to avoid shying away. You knew if you did, there'd be trouble-

"Miss Chii, are you-" One of the girls started to ask, but an older girl covered her mouth.

"Thank you so much, Miya," you sighed. "Okay, come on. We've got a little time at the park before we have to head back for naptime. Say goodbye!"

"Goodbye!" They chorused, waving at him.

"Goodbye," he chuckled once more. "Be good for Miss Chii, okay?"

You smiled at him, then managed to usher them out.

He looked over the card once more with a small smile.

"Well, wasn't that just too sweet?" Kankuro said from behind his little brother, having been attracted by the noise. "Seriously, I'm getting a cavity, and I'm not even the one with the cookies."

"Kankuro, shut up," Gaara said, shaking his head as he tucked the cookies and card in the oversized pocket of his robe.

"Whatever you say, Gaara, but I'm telling Temari you like kids more than you let on. Just don't let the council know."

"I'm not stupid," he grumbled.

"Oh, and it'll be just between us that you have a soft spot for her."

"So? We've been friends for years."

"Yeah, sure. All I'm saying is that everyone who saw you just now might be suspicious that you invited her here for more reasons than to just help out with the orphanage."

"Kankuro," he said, shooting him a look in warning as he headed back to his office.

That night, after you got the younger children to bed, you stepped outside for some fresh air. You still couldn't stop comparing it to Konoha, despite having been there for around a year, but it was still beautiful. You made your way to the deserted park, where you sat on a swing and looked up at the dark sky. The night was so silent, it was easy to detect the shifting of sand that announced his arrival.

"Good evening," you greeted, turning your head to view him.

He nodded. "I wanted to thank you for today."

You shook your head. "Don't thank me. I just took them there and helped make the cookies. They were the ones who wanted to do it. I knew you probably didn't want any attention, but you try telling those faces no."

"It was... nice. Nicer than I expected," he confessed.

You smiled and looked down at the sand at your feet. "Good. I'm glad it could make you happy. I'm really glad they came up with the idea when they heard it was your birthday. I wanted to do something, but I couldn't think of a way to do it without upsetting you."

He took the swing beside you. "You wouldn't have upset me."

"Even if I didn't, I wanted to do something that would make you feel good about today, and I really didn't think I could. I couldn't bring myself to even try. Today is really special to me, and you're a big part of it. I couldn't risk bringing you down."

He looked you over, trying to thing about exactly why you would cherish his birthday so much, but he couldn't understand.

"Did you forget?" You questioned. "I guess I understand. It wasn't anything that would stand out to you."

"What is it?" He pressed.

"It was because it was your birthday that I got to see you again, and that has changed my life. Kankuro hiring the troupe for the celebration was the catalyst for everything. I was terrified when I heard that we were staying an extra night to perform, and it just had to be the first time they gave me the solo. I barely kept calm enough to go through with it by telling myself that the odds of you recognizing me were slim to none, if you remembered me at all in the time we'd be in the same room. When I realized you knew who I was, I couldn't breathe. I was sure you'd think poorly of me."

"Why would you think that?"

"Because I went from a chuunin to a traveling dancer. Everyone else either told me not to go outright, or looked at me like they knew I'd come to regret it. Then there was the memories of our previous encounters when you'd been so encouraging, I felt like I wasted everything you'd done for me."

He shook his head. "I never meant for you to make a certain decision."

"Even when Naruto whined to you that I was going to quit in the middle of the chuunin exams where I ended up getting promoted? The only reason we met is because you wanted to cheer him up. You had a specific outcome in mind, which isn't a bad thing, but that's part of the reason I felt bad when I saw you again. Then there was the war, where you checked in on the medic tent I was in, and your encouragement then helped get me back on the battlefield. After the war, when you couldn't have found me at a sorrier moment, you listened to me gripe-"

"It wasn't griping," he snapped, catching you off guard. "You'd just lost two important people."

"That was only half of it. I was doubting nearly everything in my life, and that whole meltdown was brought on because I saw your sister in the position I would have given almost anything of what little I had left to be in- comforting Shikamaru. I have never felt more pathetic than I did when I told you that."

"There was no reason you should have felt that way... I may not understand what you felt at that time, but that doesn't mean you should feel like it was insignificant."

"But that's exactly how I felt," you sighed. "Before you even found me in that alley. You came after me, for whatever reason-"

"You were crying so hard when you were running down the street, you crashed into Naruto, then ran off when he asked you what was wrong."

"Thanks for reminding me," you muttered. "And the feeling is back... Still, you came after me, you listened to me, then you told me that I'm stronger than I give myself credit for. I guess that one was more ambiguous, but I took it to mean that I should still keep trying to be a shinobi. I had retired just a few months later, and it was so hard when I felt like I was letting people down, but I just couldn't keep forcing myself when I didn't feel like I was enough anymore. When I first walked through the gates the day before your birthday two years ago, I could only hope I wouldn't see you. I had disappointed everyone else, I couldn't handle seeing it in you too."

"I was never disappointed. I was shocked to see you, especially like that, but I wasn't disappointed," he stated, fixing you with a firm stare.

You just smiled sadly. "That was on me. I avoided looking at you as much as possible, so I couldn't confirm one way or another. I thought I was in the clear when I got back to the caravan, but then I heard you were there to check on us after the attack."

"I had to see if it was you, even though I was pretty sure," he muttered.

"Right. My troupe was all over me when you left. Someone figured out in the two minutes we spoke that we knew each other and that you weren't just enchanted by my dance." You rolled your eyes. "They were ridiculous. I got teased for a week about how coincidental it was. The younger girls couldn't get enough of it. They'd heard way too many love stories about the leads meeting again by chance."

He gave a low chuckle. "That must have been annoying."

"Let's just say I was glad that no one asked me about the people I knew that were at Naruto and Hinata's wedding when I went back. However, Ino wouldn't let me sleep that night until I gave her all the details about what we talked about, since I hardly spoke to anyone. If it hadn't been for Sai, she would have been there beside us to hear it herself."

"She does have a strong personality, doesn't she?" He remarked.

"To say the very least. She's one of my heroes, but she is not the easiest person to be around. Anyway, when we spoke at the wedding, I could tell you didn't see me any differently than before, which meant more than you'll ever know. I felt truly comfortable for the first time since I'd gotten there. Everyone was still a little awkward about me being gone. They'd wanted me to come home sooner, but I told them I still needed to figure out what I'm good for in this world. I was still searching when I went back for Shikamaru and Temari's wedding, as I'd kind of told you. You inviting me to come here has been one of the best things to ever happen to me. I don't think I would have been comfortable enough to talk to you at the weddings if I didn't know you already knew about what I did. It isn't this huge thing, but I put a lot of value in today because a friend I cherish was born, and it just feels like it's the day that led to me finding a purpose I don't think I would have realized anywhere else."

Silence fell over the two of you as he processed what you said. As it stretched out, anxiety filled you. Had you said something wrong? You were afraid something might have made him uncomfortable. You side eyed him, but his face gave nothing away. With a soft sigh, you looked back up at the sky, watching the few stars that you could see twinkle against the darkness.

"I never thought it could mean anything to anyone," he finally said. "Even Temari and Kankuro have a hard time because it's the day our mother died."

"I know. It's still the day their little brother was born. A little brother they love very much, and are very proud to have. Your birthday comes with a lot of negative strings attached, none of which are your fault. They're the fault of others, and they're attached to the past. Who you are right now is someone that should be celebrated, and someone many people want to celebrate. That's who you are, regardless of the circumstances surrounding your birth. The children understand what you've done for this village, and they wanted to celebrate you because of that. Many of them idolize you. When they asked me why I came to the village, I dropped your name, and they think I have some sort of in with you."

"Is that so?" He gave another chuckle.

"Mhm," you hummed, using your legs to shift you back and forth. "It scored me some points early on. I have no idea what they expected from me, just for being your friend."

"I see," he said with a soft smile. "Maybe I'll stop by more often."

"They'd love that, and depending on the time, you can get more cookies out of it, if you liked the ones from today."

"I did. I couldn't eat a lot at once, but I wouldn't mind a couple at least once a week."

"Good. We'll keep some on hand when we can," you softly laughed.

Glancing at your watch, you noticed how late it was. "I better get back."

"I'll walk with you."

"I would appreciate that," you agreed, getting to your feet. The two of you made your way in amicable silence. Just as you reached the orphanage, you turned to him. "I hope you'll remember what I said. I'll get you next year."

He smiled as he gazed back at you. "I look forward to it."

You returned it with a grin. "Happy birthday, Gaara. I really hope it was a good one this year."

"It was, thank you."

There was something left unsaid, you both knew, but you really didn't think you had the courage to say it.

"Well, goodnight." You turned back to the door and took a step toward it, but sand blocked your way. You glanced back at him.

"Would you like to meet again tomorrow night?" He asked, earning a shy smile.

"Same place, same time?" You replied, receiving a nod. "I'll be there as soon as we put the younger ones to bed."

You hesitated, not wanting to leave him with nothing. Quickly, you stepped back and reached up to kiss his cheek.

"Happy birthday, see you tomorrow!" You said as you darted inside, heart beating like a war drum.

You left him stunned for a second. before his lips formed an amused smile. He saw the children gaping at the window and waved, then went on his way, musing about how much better the day had been than he expected, and he was actually looking forward to next year.

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lustbile-archive · 3 years

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YangyangxReader

Word Count: 3.2k

Summary/Warning: Smut. Yangyang swears that tentacles are hot, just watch one video with him and you’ll see. He promises.… this was supposed to be a blurb but then I got very carried away. and because of that it might be a little rambley at some parts im so sorry

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You’d be the first to admit that you and Yangyang had a weird friendship. Your other friends had clocked it, saying that even for best friends, you were way too open with each other.

And they weren’t technically wrong. Something about being around Yangyang deleted your filter, made you say shit that you never thought you’d say to another human being, but in your defense, he was exactly the same way.

It started with a few dirty jokes. It wasn’t anything serious or any different than ones you’d say with or without each other, but you two did encourage each other. It was as if anything one of you said, the other had something to add. It didn’t take long for things to begin to spiral and for your friends to decide that you two together were lethal.

After that day it was like you were attached at the hip. Something about your shared vulgarness made you click and it wasn’t very long after until it went a little far.

It was the first time you stayed over at his place, a bottle of liquor tucked in your bag. Tipsy off a half a bottle each, you both let it slip what turned you on the most. It wasn’t weird at the time, but the next morning there was a tension there.

That tension eventually faded, leading to another sleep over. And another. And another. Each of them somehow leading to some form of sexual conversation.

But the one that happened tonight was different.

Some joke about porn was made. You two sat side by side in your own chairs as you watched him play some game you quickly forgot the name of, and he had deemed it appropriate to mention that it would be kinda hot if the woman he played as were to get fucked by the tentacle monster that she fought.

You started by jokingly scolding him about how, though you weren’t sure exactly in what way, what he said was chauvinistic. But then you followed it with teasing about how he was a weirdo for being into tentacles.

“Oh come on,” he goes on, much louder than he needed to be, “you cannot tell me you’ve never looked at tentacle porn. Not even just because you were curious?”

“What porn I watch is none of your business Yang,” you retort as you push your finger in his face, a bratty giggle bursting from you when he smacks your hand away in irritation.

“So you’re not denying that you’ve seen tentacle porn,” he hums, nodding to himself, “if that’s the case I’m just gonna assume you have.”

You move to retort again, but he quickly interrupts, “actually I’m going to assume that you only watch tentacle porn and it’s something you get off to very often.”

“You think about me getting off a lot Yangyang?” you ask, but you quickly realize maybe the question was a step too far once the words are in the air.

Thankfully, he seems to ignore your question as he suddenly closed his game, the incognito tab he opens immediately after making your mouth run dry.

“How about this,” he starts, his fingers running across the keyboard as he types in the the link to a porn site. You divert your eyes quickly when you see the bars auto fill pop up, the idea of seeing whatever he looked at when he forgot to go incognito making your stomach flip, “let’s just take a little peek and we’ll see who’s right.”

“See who’s right about what?” your voice pitches and your back straightens as you ask.

“About whether or not tentacles are hot,” he turns to you briefly as if he’s explaining a math equation to you, “come on dude keep up.”

“Man I don’t know,” you hesitate, but you quickly notice he already has a video picked out and queued.

“I’m not gonna force you to watch it if you don’t want,” he reassures as he hovers his cursor over the play button, “but I also won’t judge you if you’re curious.”

You gnaw on your bottom lip for a moment as you think, your heart beating faster as the seconds pass, “okay fine just play it before I change my mind.”

And that’s how you got where you are now. You and Yangyang curled into your chairs, eyes wide and curious as a slender woman, with a disproportionately large chest, screams and whines while she’s brutally fucked by a weird tentacle monster.

You feel your face twist in fascination, first at the amount of detail and time that must have went into animating each frame, but then slowly but surely, just how weirdly hot you found yourself finding the video.

Something about the way the multiple tentacles cover her body as they suspend her in the air. One is shoved deep in her mouth, gross gagging noises added as a result, two attached to both of her nipples and another set fucking her open from both holes. It was easily one of the weirdest things you’ve ever seen, but you couldn’t ignore the growing wetness it caused in your underwear.

You try to not let it show in your body language, the idea of Yangyang noticing your arousal and then most likely making fun of you for it making you want to crawl in a hole.

You eyes dart over to him for a moment to try and gauge how he’s feeling. The first thing you notice immediately is the way he curls to block your view of his crotch, the second being the fact that he looks at you as well.

“So… what are you thinking?” he asks slowly.

“I don’t know what are you thinking?” you throw back almost too quickly.

“I… I think you know what I’m thinking,” his words continue to spill out like molasses, his head quickly nodding to the space between his legs with a embarrassed flush to his skin, “I’m asking how you’re feeling.”

“I don’t know,” you double down, your head shaking with a jerk, “I- I don’t know how I’m feeling.”

“It’s okay if you like it-“

“I don’t know if I like it,” you lie, your tone defensive and sharp.

“You do know that you’re not a bad person for liking it right?” He continues to reassure as he tries to keep his patience with you.

You only huff in response, the video still loudly playing as you talk. You try to shift in your seat to create distance between you, but it only makes you aware of how your arousal grows.

“Okay im not gonna lie,” he starts, a joking tone to his voice in the way that tells you he’s trying to ease the tension, “I think it’s hot, but you probably guessed that. I’m just saying I could totallly jack it to this.”

You know it’s a joke, but that doesn’t stop the words from making your face warm and your thighs flex. And even though you try and advert your eyes, you know he is analyzing every move you make.

“Do you maybe…” he trails off as he considers what to say next, “ack, no no it’s weird never mind.”

“What?” you dart up in panic, “is something im doing weird?”

“No no no,” he panics as well, “you’re fine… I was just gonna ask if you... if you maybe wanted to see how much you like it. Like see if you can get off to it?”

It was in this you found out that maybe your friends were right. Maybe you were lethal together, too comfortable and relaxed and willing to do and say the worst in front of each other. If that wasn’t the case there was no way in hell you’d end up where you were now.

If someone had told you that when you first met Yangyang that one night you two would be masturbating to tentacle porn together, you would have told them they lived in a fantasy, that they were just delusional perverts that don’t like people being just friends, but they would have been right.

You felt weirdly eager as you pushed your pajama shorts and underwear to his floor, the air of the room hitting your skin and making you come to the terms of how wet the video had gotten you.

And the fact that Yangyang seemed equally as eager as he pulled himself from the restrains of his sweatpants both put you at ease while putting you incredibly in edge.

You tried to ignore him as he sat next to you. Your eyes taking an iron lock onto his screen as a new video played. It was the same idea, pretty girl with literally any possible hole stuffed with a slimy tentacle getting pleasured in any way possible, the only difference was a slight change in art style.

It took you a moment to get into it, your fingers gently tapping against your clit as you tried to build the courage to touch yourself the same way you do in the safety of your own room, but after one particularly hard thrust from the monster and a desperate cry from the girl, you couldn’t hold back.

Your fingers dipped into your entrance gently as you coated the tips in your arousal, your hips jumping slightly at the friction.

Yangyang tried to ignore you as well, his fist moving slowly as he tried to focus on the scene in front of him, but the way you jerked next to him and the bubbles of noise that slipped unintentionally from your lips, he felt like a starving tiger being tempted with a steak.

You tried to bite your tongue to hold in any moans as your fingers started to roll circles gently on your clit, but with the way you grew wetter and wetter and the rising sensitivity in the bundle of nerves, you couldn’t help the quiet whimpering that rose from you chest.

It wasn’t that you could get off to it, it was actually much easier than you had anticipated. Something about the way the girls in the videos were being stimulated in every way possible had you hot and dripping in your arousal, and maybe your best friend pleasuring himself next to you was making it a million times sexier.

You weren’t alone though. It didn’t take long for Yangyang to lose his internal battle, his eyes straining to his side and his gaming chair rolling back slightly to allow him to watch you from the side. He knew he could crank one out easily to the videos in front of him, he had done it plenty of times before, but if he let the opportunity of watching your chest rise and fall with labored breaths while your fingers moved quickly over your dampened skin pass him by, he’d be kicking himself forever.

He was moving before he could even think, the finger of his free hand working with a mind of his own as they tap gently on the side of your chair. His heart beat sky rockets when you jump, but he only feels himself get harder when he sees it doesn’t stop your rapidly moving hand.

“Say no,” he whispers regardless of his growing need to touch you, “say no cause I cannot ruin this friendship.”

“No offense Yang,” he almost collapses at how winded you sound, but also at the promise that you’re still comfortable enough to shorten his name, “but if what we’re doing now didn’t ruin it, I don’t think anything will.”

“Thank fuck,” he speaks too loudly again as he moves his chair next to yours, his hand brushing against the side of your bare leg as it leans against the arm of your chair, “cause I wanna touch you so bad dude.”

“Hmmmm,” you hum out as his words swirl your brain like a blender, your heart rapidly pumping against your chest. You’d be a liar if you tried to act like the idea didn’t cause a new wave of arousal run over your body. Your answer comes before you can even think of the consequences.

“Please,” the word being your only verbal response before you rip your hand away from your body, your legs falling wider apart as an invitation. Your body jumps in protest as you deny yourself the orgasm that was slowly building, and Yangyang immediately jumps into action to compensate.

The first touch of his fingers is unsure, a hesitation in his muscles as he tries to convince himself that what’s happening is real. He isn’t sure what’s hotter to him in that moment, the way you whimper with a slight pout to your lips when he finally presses his digits to your swollen clit, or the way your eyes remain locked on the animated porn.

He’s battling between the two, when you show him something better. Your hand moves wildly in the air for only a moment, before you're pushing it under his arm. It doesn’t take you much exploring before you find where his hand slowly moves against his length. Your hand swats gently at his in a way that weirdly reminds him of the way you swat at him when he does something he’s not supposed to, and after his brain catches up with your motions, he lets go.

He thinks his heart probably stops when your hand wraps around him, your wrist immediately moving at the same pace as his fingers. His eyes slam shut for a second, a desperate attempt to hold off his orgasm, before they open slightly again.

He tries to do the same as you and keep his eyes trained on the video, and it works a few times, but as you gush and twitch against his unrelentingly moving fingers. He feels like one of his biggest fantasies has come to life in front of him, the whining sound of his name from your lips music to his ears.

You babble and squirm, your orgasm approaching you much faster than it has ever before. There’s something so jarring and new about the video that flashes in front of your eyes, and combining that with your best friend playing you not much differently than he’d played his game not long before made you feel like you were losing your grip on reality.

You’re vaguely aware that your hand flexes around his length, and fear that maybe your hold may be too rough immediately leaving your mind when you hear him let out a pleased groan. The sound also momentarily replaces the fear that filled you from actually looking at the boy that sits next to you, and you feel your head jerking to look at his face scrunched in pleasure.

The wind is knocked from your lungs when your eyes meet his again, neither of your stares faltering like you assumed they would. Instead the eye contact encourages you both, and you feel your hands pick up their pace.

You thank the universe for Yangyang’s reflexes as he finds no trouble in following your antsy jerking hips, his fingers never shifting away from your buzzing clit. He’s also completely unfazed as your thighs clamp around his wrist, and instead his now free hand moves to grab at your knee that’s closest to him, and pull harshly to hold your legs spread.

The angle his body is now turned leaves him leaning on his side, and he shows no hesitation to using the new position to his advantage as he begins thrusting his hips to fuck your fist.

You feel as if there’s another force around you that forces you to stare at one another, your hands and hips becoming frantic as you both inch closer and closer to your finish.

The video had ended moments before, but neither of you move to choose another. Too distracted by the other bodies, both of your breaths pick up right before the point of hyperventilating.

You feel yourself right on the edge, the beginning of your orgasm making your toes curl and your back arch off the back of the chair. Just from the stimulation on your clit, you can feel yourself falling, but when he notices that you’re starting to crumble, his fingers slip down until they push into you making you gasp loudly.

With his middle and ring finger pistoning in you at the same pace as his hips and the heel of his hand digging and rubbing into your clit, you finally start to come. If it wasn’t for his determined pace, your fluttering walls would push him out, but he fights against your body with a deep grunt as he curls the digits to pull against the nerve inside you that makes your eyes roll back into your skull.

With your mouth hanging open, silent moans and squeaking whimpers popping from your throat, he’s sure he stares at a defiled angel. He knew he always found you attractive, even more attractive when you first took his raunchy jokes in stride, but as you come so beautifully around his fingers, he decides you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen.

Just watching your come is enough to push him over the edge, but as it makes your muscles tense, your hand flexes and shakes as you hold him. With a few more pulses of his hips, he’s coming with his lip tucked between his teeth and his eyes trained on where you wrap around his fingers, your noise of surprise at the feeling of his come shooting across your hand only making his orgasm stronger.

With shaking legs, he falls back into his chair, his hand pulling from your sensitive skin, and his softening length slipping from your fingers.

Silence falls over the room, the only sound being the angry sound of his computer's fan and your evening breaths. You pull your limbs into your body as you try to get more comfortable in the seat, and as you try to wrap your arms around yourself, you notice the evidence of his orgasm that sticks to the side of your hand.

You’re moving before you can even think about your actions or how weird they could be to the boy next to you, your hand lifting up to your face and you tongue peaking out to lick at the sticky substance. You jerk slightly at the taste, but in a thought of self challenge and a simple ‘fuck it,’ you slide the flat of your tongue up the side of your hand, collecting everything he left behind, before swallowing deeply.

You hear a muffled sound of surprise to your side, the sound making your head whip to the side as you remembered your possible audience. Your heart beats fast as you panic at the idea of him finding your action gross, but as you look you see him in a very similar position.

Yangyang grins around his fingers that were once drenched in your orgasm, but now sit licked clean in his teasing mouth. There’s a slight popping noise as he pulls them hesitantly from his lips, and his devious smile only grows before he speaks.

“Oh so we’re both like gross, gross huh?”

#nct smut #wayv smut #yangyang smut #nct imagine #wayv imagine

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i am not immune to a good sickfic nor to eliot and hardison bonding time so here yall go....

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Usually the only bugs Hardison had to be worried about were the ones he guarded his computer against, or more often was giving to the security systems the team came across. Sometimes he forgot he was also susceptible to bugs of a different sort. He hadn’t been this sick in a long time, he groused from where he lay in bed, covers half on and half off his body. It had been five days of being confined to his bedroom, five days of fever, fatigue, congestion, and boredom. Sophie had been kind enough to check on him every day and Parker was more than game to keep him occupied with stories of her past heists, but there was only so long Hardison could lay in bed without being able to do anything and not feel like he was going absolutely stir crazy. Short of a new job, game, or project, he needed something to delve into. Which is why seeing Eliot’s face in the open door was pretty new and exciting.

“Hey, uh,” the hitter started, and then cleared his throat. “Sophie took Parker out to cool down for a bit, so I’m on sick duty for a while. I, uh, made you some soup.” He awkwardly came into the room, putting the steaming bowl on the bedside table, and then, as if uncomfortable standing there, starting setting about straightening Hardison’s quilts and opening the windows. “You feeling any better? I came by earlier this week but you were pretty out of it, man.”

Hardison didn’t remember that at all, and was glad he had graduated to being conscious of his surroundings at least most of the time. He leaned over to sip a spoonful of soup even though he didn’t feel up to eating, because he knew Eliot had made it special; he appreciated that there was ample spice in it to register on his muted tastebuds. “Yeah I’m gettin’ there, it’s all cool,” he said, his stuffy voice sounding unconvincing even to his own ears. A coughing fit prevented him from saying more, and he panicked slightly not being able to get a proper breath in. Eliot swiftly moved to his side and thumped him on the back, once, twice, and Hardison gratefully managed a lungful of air.

“Yeah well, you still sound pretty sick to me,” Eliot grumbled. He turned slightly as if to leave, pausing. “Anything else you want before I let you get some sleep?”

“Whoa dude, don’t leave, please,” Hardison blurted out, trying to sit up and, failing, looking up at Eliot awkwardly. “I am so bored. You have no idea how bored I am. Just, hang out with me or something, man, we can even watch sports, I don’t care.”

Eliot crossed his arms and rolled his eyes, but genuinely seemed to be considering Hardison’s words. He turned back to the hacker. “You ever seen Ladyhawke?”

Hardison had heard of the movie, mostly concerning its cult status among medieval fantasy geeks, but had never watched it. “Nah, I haven’t.”

“Dude, it’s a classic, how can you not have watched it,” Eliot growled, grabbing the tv remote from beside him and lightly sitting down on the bed. It took a little searching and some help from Hardison, but eventually they found the movie and queued it up. Eliot scoffed at Hardison’s attempts to weakly sit up again.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up,” Hardison muttered, frustrated at not being able to get a good angle to see the screen. He slumped, exhausted, against his pillow. He froze when he felt Eliot grasp his shoulder.

“Here,” Eliot said softly, and the hacker let himself be moved as the hitter sat him up and situated himself behind him, letting Hardison rest back against his chest. Hardison didn’t know what to think except that Eliot was very warm and took the edge off his chills.

His attention was diverted by the sound of synthesizers. “Oh hell no,” he moaned as the title sequence flashed over the screen, full of old special effects. “Holy shit, this has gotta be the most dated movie in existence.”

“Shut up, you’re gonna miss the exposition,” Eliot growled.

Hardison wished he had the energy to give the hitter his most unimpressed stare. “Let me guess, there’s gonna be a lady and she’s also a hawk.” He smirked at the wordless sound of warning Eliot made that he could feel against his back.

Despite his initial protest, the movie quickly grabbed his attention. The story was intriguing, and it was fun to see the ‘80s aesthetic, however much it made him cringe. But he gathered from the way Eliot was tensed behind him that the movie was important to the hitter in some way, and it was worth watching just for that.

By the time the full truth about Isabeau and Captain Navarre was revealed, Hardison was genuinely invested. “That’s… really sad actually,” he whispered, not taking his eyes off the screen. “Not being able to be with the one you love like that, not really apart but not really together either.” He wiped at his face, blaming his misty eyes on being so sick.

“Yeah,” said Eliot, equally transfixed, and when another fit of coughing seized Hardison his hand came up to rest on the hacker’s chest, thumb absently rubbing small, soothing circles.

They both startled when the door swung open and Parker did a running leap onto the bed, landing right on Hardison’s legs. “We’re back! What are you guys watching?”

Hardison winced under her shifting as she got comfortable, readjusting his position as well and catching a glimpse of Eliot’s uncomfortable expression out of the corner of his eye. “A good movie, wanna join?” he said diplomatically, not wanting either of them to leave. He couldn’t think of anything better for his recovery than the two of them keeping him company.

“Sure,” Parker hummed, laying back across Hardison’s legs and resting her head on Eliot’s knee. Hardison felt Eliot settle back against the headrest, and enjoyed the feeling of his people being there for him. And as the movie ended with the big romantic finish, Navarre and Isabeau reunited in a joy too strong for words, he held Parker and Eliot’s hands tighter than he ever had before.

#leverage #miko speaks #my fic #ot3 #this was gonna be in my trans hardison top surgery fic but i just liked it too much not to write it on its own #if you havent watched ladyhawke. go watch ladyhawke right now *eliot voice* its a classic #genuinely fun #to get deep. eliot likes ladyhawke because navarre is a beast trying to be a man again but also resigned to his curse #also sword fighting #parker would enjoy it because matthew broderick thief character and theyre all outcasts from society #hardison thinks the story slaps and the outfits are super fun after all #eliot spencer #alec hardison #parker leverage #sickfic

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believeitseeitdoit · 3 years

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Back To School Night

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: cursing, fluffy as hell, overload of cuteness? Don’t read if you don’t like happy endings

Summary: you’re setting up your school classroom when your boyfriend Bucky comes to support you and save the day

This is an un-beta’d Drabble, solely to be read for a smile and maybe some happiness, be kind or go away

You’re sweating like a whore in church as you set up the last of the chairs for your classroom. Every desk had a team logo and every chair had 4 tennis balls on the bottoms to prevent that horrid scraping noise. Your class theme this year was secret agents, and you used the old SHIELD symbol as your continuing logo. Each group was given a team mascot, a different avenger, and your desk was set up as the director’s office. You were insanely proud of how much work you had accomplished and put into this new adventure, finally getting your own classroom and students to teach, you hadn't stopped smiling for a week after you and Bucky had found out you got the job.

Climbing off the floor and dusting your knees off, you shoot a text to Bucky showing him your handiwork and get a thumbs up in response alongside an update on the meeting he’s in with Fury and Sam.

Bucky: I swear if Nick compliments the bird man again on his plans, ima slap a hoe.

You burst out a giggle at your boyfriend’s text lingo, and fire back a simple memo.

Y/N: Darling, murder is illegal, even for dead not dead ex assassin current hero super soldiers 😘.

Setting the phone back on your desk, you take stock of what else you need to be ready for the open house tonight. The interactive board is queued and your presentation bio for the families is ready, you have deodorant and your freshen up bag in your purse so you don’t actually look like a pig, and your work clothes are…. SHIT! You internally screech, you had left the other bag full of your nice clothes in the garage when you left this morning. Fuck fuck fuck, you continue to scold yourself while formulating a plan of how to get the rest of your room ready and get yourself taken care of in the next… hour?! Shit fuck shit damn it aghrrrrr FUCKKKKK ME!

You slap a palm to your forehead and decide to just roll with it. Quite honestly, leggings and a t-shirt in late July is not unheard of, and the parents might even appreciate your casual demeanor…. your boss is kosher, but you still worry about the impression you could make shine you have only been a substitute for her before now.

Instead of dwelling, you decide to speed through the finishing touches on your room; door decorations first, then the string lights in the reading corner, little airplanes and origami hanging from the ceiling tiles last. A few taps to the smart board bring up your classroom friendly Spotify and you get to work as The Lion King original soundtrack chimes through surprisingly decent speakers. The SHIELD logo and your handmade heli-carrier ramp lookalike instantly reinvigorate your spirit of setting up, and you sing along to the Disney tunes while you tack up the lights for a soft fairy glow.

Due to your rather pitchy and obnoxious rendition of “gonna make a man out of you”, you didn’t hear the knock at the door. So when Bucky slid up behind you and wrapped you in his arms for a hug, you screamed bloody murder and elbowed him in the gut.

“Ahh! Fuck what the- Bucky god damnit what are you doing?! You scared the hell out of me!” You run to pause the music and chastise your soldier for his sneaking.

“Doll, I did knock, but you were a little preoccupied getting ready for your Idol audition” he chuckled as he looked around the room.

“This looks great Y/N, your kids are gonna love this. I am so proud of you for finally getting your dream.” He wraps an arm around your waist and his vibranium hand in your hair to angle you up to meet his gaze.

Those eyes are more electrifying than a lightning strike, and a thousand times prettier, you can’t help but be sucked in by them. You smile and push up onto your toes, going in for a chaste kiss.

“I couldn’t have gotten this far without you baby, you have been there for me every step of the way. Now I have one question, can you reach up and fix that banner?” You look above him and notice a team symbol is out of sorts, conveniently the Falcon team.

Bucky chuckles and shifts the cardboard back into its frame, “Sam’s doesn’t deserve to be level, he needs the shift. Oh I came here for a reason, here you are my lady.” He picks up the bag you hadn’t noticed during your curse-scapade.

“Thank fucking god, omygod Bucky I fricking love you so much baby, I can’t believe I forgot it this morning I just had so much junk in the truck already and it slipped my mind.” You profusely thank your boyfriend and go to kiss him again when the intercom buzzes.

“15 minutes until open class night begins faculty, please be ready at your doors in 15 minutes!” The secretary calls out in her cheery voice, reminding you of your current debacle.

“Shit, ok, um I’m gonna change, can you just shut the door please? Stand guard or something so my principal doesn’t get an eye full of my sports bra or my boyfriend?” You run with the bag of clothing to behind your desk and quickly strip down the sweaty items and spritz a bit of smell good on between changes.

Bucky can help but smile at you and laugh as you fall sideways onto your ass trying to shimmy your work jeans on. The tight merlot dyed denim hugs you in all the right places, but in July your sweat does not help anything. Sparing you some bruised pride, he scoops you up and sets you onto the desk so he can help finish getting you ready.

“Doll, arms in the sleeves. I’ll button while you fluff your hair out of that ponytail and I grabbed your dry shampoo so use it. No greased pigs in the heli-carrier please.”

Bucky jokes with you while buttoning your sleeveless blouse.

A handful of minutes later, you are toeing on your ‘Jesus sandals,’ a knock off pair of Birkenstock’s that you love to wear for school. Bucky smiles from your desk chair and gives you a wolf whistle.

“Ya know what’s missing in this room?” He asks as he stands to hug you and walk to the front of the room by the doorway.

“What did I forget?!” You reply frantically, looking around for something else missing.

“Nothing love, I just think you need a sign that says Mrs. Barnes instead of Miss Y/L/N.” Bucky states casually as he pulls two items from his pockets.

You look into his hands and find a custom SHIELD office tag labeled “Mrs. Barnes” and a velvet box.

“Are you fucking serious, James Barnes? I just put on mascara!” You start to whimper and try to hold back the tears of joy.

“Soooo, is that a yes? You gonna be my wife? Make me the happiest man on the planet?” He asks impatiently.

“You bet your super soldier fine ass I am Bucky. But I’ll warn you, you’re gonna be coming to every school event from now on.” You wink at him before reaching up for a passionate kiss to seal the deal.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes #marvel #fluff #bucky barnes fluff #teacher!reader #bucky barnes x reader #tooth rotting fluff

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ship: prinxiety, background intrulogical

genre: fluff

warnings: swearing, like one sexual innuendo, very breif mention of murder (as a joke, this is fluff after all)

summary: Radio AU where Virgil runs the 11-1 am radio on his college and every night someone calls to complain about his music selections and request disney, and Virgil never plays disney.

Virgil sat in his swivel chair and put on the headphones “sup bitches I’m back and this time with like three monsters because finals are a bitch and sleep can suck my dick. The first song of the night is Lotta True Crime by Peneople Scott. Why? Because I say it is that’s why.” Virgil put the song on and worked on his final project as the songs played.

The phone rang and Virgil groaned and checked the number. This dick again. He picked up and put it on air since people seemed to love listening to him and disney guy argue.

“listen asshole if you want to listen to Disney so fucking badly then apply for a spot and stop calling me.”

there’s a laugh “how about you just play some disney then? if you do I’ll stop calling. Because your music taste sucks.”

Virgil rolls his eyes “bitch apply for an opening and have a disney hour. And let me listen to my music, because not everyone loves fucking disney.”

“Well many people do so why not play one song.”

Virgil snorts “first no, and second if I had to I’d make everyone regret it and play let it go.”

“Let it go is great!”

“bye bye Princey, stop calling”

Virgil hung up “and since Princey called you know what we’re playing? MCR because I know he hates it. So this one’s for you princey, up next after this ad because this place needs money. By the way if you’re not a broke bitch donate because this job is like kinda decent and I like making you all listen to the music I like. Blood by MCR is up next” Virgil played the ad and leaned back in his chair.

“Why do you take his calls if you know he’ll just be annoying?” Janus asks in class.

Virgil shrugs “since it started I get more listeners which is good for the station.”

“I think it’s funny, cause you two have cute pet names for each other, princey and emo nightmare” Remus says.

Virgil elbows him “they’re not pet names.”

“they are,” Janus says, moving so Virgil couldn’t elbow him.

Roman waits to dial the number, he had to admit he sort of enjoyed his and emo nightmare’s conversations, who refused to reveal his name or grade.

At first they’d been annoying and he’d genuinely complained about all the emo music and asking to play disney but it’d soon become a nightly ritual, that had very quickly ruined Roman’s sleep schedule.

He dialed the number “seriously, why all the emo music, emo nightmare?”

“you just answered your own question princey, why the obsession with disney songs princey? See? Sounds fucking stupid.”

Roman sighs dramatically “you wound me emo nightmare. But seriously what’ll it take to get you to play ONE disney song?”

“a hundred grand, that’s how much the station needs to keep running, do that and I’ll play ONE disney song.”

“four.”

“Three songs and a hundred and fifty grand, fifty grand per song. final offer. and I get to pick the songs.’

Roman nods “deal,”

“oh and, you have until the end of finals to get the money donated, and I’ll make the gofundme, not you.”

That’s like a month and a half away Roman thinks I’ll have enough time. “sure thing emo nightmare.”

Roman’s emo hung up. He smiles like an idiot.

“Why not ask him out? it’s clear you’re fond of him” Roman’s roommate Logan says from his side of the room.

“ask out a guy I don’t even know the name of? yeah sure” Roman snorts.

“what? Scared you’ll be rejected? I cannot believe I’m saying this, but Roman I am getting more dick then you have been ever since you started talking to your radio boy.” Logan says in an even tone.

Roman pretends to gag “you don’t need to tell me how much you and my brother have done it Logan, you two being together is enough for me to want to bleach my eyes.”

“you’re no better whenever you’re going out with someone, or even hooked up with a slightly above average guy.”

Remus barged in “Loooo I need help studying.”

Roman stood up “that’s my queue to leave.”

Remus watches Roman go “so what where you two talking about?”

“oh you know, he’s still calling the campus radio station to ask for disney songs” Logan says.

“Wait, Roman is Princey?” Remus asks, he starts laughing

“Yes? You didn’t know?”

Remus cackles “no! oh this is great! My best friend Virgil does the 11 to 1 radio, he’s Emo Nightmare and Roman is his Princey”

“We could set them up, Roam is so lovesick, I swear he’s head over heels for him and he hasn’t even met Virgil” Logan says.

Remus gasps “this is why I love you! Of course we’re going to set them up.”

Logan and Remus came up with a plan, they’d invite Roman and Virgil to a study session and then never showed up, leaving Virgil and Roman to wait.

Virgil puts on his headphones and starts loudly playing panic at the disco and reading over his shitty notes.

Someone taps him on the shoulder “hey can you turn the emo shit down, I’m trying to study and it’s really loud.”

Virgil turns it down a bit “that good?”

he nods “yeah, where you also ghosted for a study session?”

“Yeah I was, my best friend and his nerdy boyfriend where supposed to help me study, they probably forgot all about me.” Virgil says.

“Logan And Remus? Remus is my brother and Logan’s my roommate” Roman says.

“Yeah, well since we’re both here we could study together if you want” please say no please say no.

“Sounds good!” Roman says.

Fuck.

Virgil and Roman studied for awhile and Virgil very slowly started warming up to Roman. “ah shit I have to go, see you round I guess” Virgil says packing up his stuff, he wanted to have some alone time before his shift.

“ok Bye Virgil,” Roman says packing up, he had to go do his own thing, which would probably end up becoming a quick nap before his emo nightmare started his turn being the radio host.

Virgil sat in the chair “what up bitches, so far the goal has 10k, so no disney tonight, or ever because this is on a time crunch and 150k is a fuck ton of money for broke college students. And now onto Fuck you by Lily Allen. Why? Because she’s underrated and because I said so.” Virgil played the song.

Virgil got the call around 12:30 “you’re calling later then usual princey, and no, no disney tonight.”

“Oh I was just about to ask. And also I was asking how to find the gofundme.”

“It’s on the UCLA radio website, can’t miss it. Now let me do my fucking job” Virgil hung up and played MCR as was tradition.

What he didn’t know was Roman recorded the phone call and posted it everywhere he could anonymously and waited.

Virgil checked the go fund me in the morning “it has fifty k already?! What the fuck? Princey what did you do?”

Virgil waited for the nightly call “Hey what the fuck how is the goal at sixty k? How the fuck princey?”

He laughed “I asked the internet for help, I think most of it’s from tiktok, you’re going to have to play disney emo nightmare”

“fuck you princey and your stupid obsession with disney.”

“you have an obsession with my chemical romance and Brendon Urie”

“name three other artists I play on here then bitch.”

“Mother Mother, Lily Allen and as of late Derivakat” Roman says without hesitation.

Virgil was speechless for a second, then hung up. “fucking bitch, you guys know what time it is” he played Teenagers.

A week and a half passed and the funds had slowly been going up, and Virgil and Roman’s calls continued nightly as usual.

Virgil and Roman met up a few times to study for finals, sometimes with Remus and Logan, sometimes without.

the goal just barely missed the end of finals. Virgil smirked “No disney today, or ever because you people missed the goal byyyyy” Virgil checked the go fund me “three thousand dollars. I’d say better luck next time but there won’t be a next time.” he chuckled. The phone rang and Virgil picked up, knowing it was Princey.

“oooh too late princey no disney songs during my shift.”

“you might want to check the gofundme one last time my dear emo nightmare.”

Virgil refreshes the page “first of all, I’m not yours bitch second- what the fuck, how?” the goal had been met.

Roman laughs “play the disney emo. Play. The fucking. Disney.”

Virgil could tell he was gonna gloat so he hung up.

Virgil grumbles and gets the disney queued “ok fine the goal was met, so time for my suffering, I have queued Fixer Upper from Frozen because it’s a shitty song with a shitty message. Make a man out of you because I like Mulan and for everyone’s inconvenience I have How Far I’ll Go so have fun with that stuck in your head.”

Roman was a bit insulted when Emo nightmare hung up on him, so he called him back once the songs had ended “wasn’t so hard was it?”

“for you maybe, it was for me,” Virgil hung up and blocked the number.

Over the Summer both Virgil and Roman found themselves missing their talks. Roman so much so he applied for one of the newly opened spots for the next semester from 2-5 pm.

Virgil drove onto campus at 4, putting on campus radio and was met with disney. the song ended and the new host spoke “and I hope everyone liked that, up now is a short commercial break.”

Virgil nearly swerved off the road and pulled over and called the station.

Roman picked up. “Hey what the actual FUCK?” Virgil says as soon as he does.

Roman laughs “oh how the tables have turned Emo Nightmare”

“I hate you, I fucking hate you what the actual fuck princey”

he laughed more “You yourself said that working here is nice, and there was an opening, so I took it. You should be happy, I mean now I won’t brother you about playing disney.”

Virgil frowned “yeah yeah, whatever princey have fun with that.”

“oh I will emo nightmare, I absolutely will.” Roman hung up feeling happy in a way he hadn’t felt all summer.

Virgil unpacked his stuff in his new dorm, he was a little pissed but also excited. Maybe he and princey would finally meet face to face. Why am I excited about that? I hate him, at the least he annoyed me every day for months, but he did raise a bunch of money. Even if his disney obessed ass is super annoying.

Roman walked in at 6 “hey Virgil, I’m guessing you’re going to be my roommate?”

Virgil looked up from his laptop “I guess, don’t take my monsters from the fridge and we’ll be golden, or blast disney 24/7″

Roman chuckled “what do you have against disney?”

“Micky Mouse killed my parents in front of me after I said that Merida was my favorite princess.” Virgil said dryly.

Roman chuckled “that’s why I dedicated my life to the mouse.”

“That’s why I swore to get my revenge on the mouse.”

“I won’t blast disney 24/7 but you can’t blast your emo music.” Roman says

Virgil snorted “dude I have the worst anxiety I don’t even own a speaker. so you don’t blast your music, I won’t blast mine and we’ll be fine.”

“Deal,”

Roman called that night like always and Virgil was ready “aww Princey, did you miss me that much?”

“not really, but I’m still trying to get you to willingly play a disney song.”

Virgil rolled his eyes “you know what, it’s a new year, time for a new leaf, I’ll humor you princey and play a disney song.”

“wait really?”

Virgil queued up Mad At Disney “no.” he hung up and the song started.

Virgil and Roman went back to their usual routine of lowkey flirting with each other during Virgil’s shift, and sometimes during Roman’s.

They where getting along well as roomates but hadn’t figured out that they where each other’s Princey and emo nightmare.

Somehow he and Princey had gotten into an argument about if Cruella would be a good or bad movie. Roman had hope it would be, Virgil wasn’t so convinced.

“Princey, she is a completely evil character, she can’t be redeemable, she shouldn’t be. She wanted to make puppies into a coat, that’s fucked up. There’s no black and white she’s bad and that’s that.”

“Maybe if you gave the movie a chance!”

“fuck no! did you not hear what I just fucking said?”

“then how about we see it then we can see who’s right?”

“fine, I’m free at three this Satuday.” Virgil said, way too caught up in the moment.

“same, see you then emo nightmare, I’ll be by the doors waiting.”

“fine, but I’m going to be right.”

“then it’s a date!”

“I guess it is!” Virgil hung up.

he didn’t realize he’d said yes to going out on a date with a guy he didn’t even know until the next day.

The whole campus was freaking out about it since the station had blown up quite a bit because of Virgil and Roman’s nightly arguments.

Roman left early, he’d dressed up a bit, and had a disney shirt with a little crown logo on it, it wasn’t that obvious but he figured it’d be telling enough.

Virgil put on a bit more eyeliner then usual and fishnets under his ripped jeans but that was about it, he chose to be petty and waited until about 3:20 to go to the doors where Roman wait waiting.

Virgil walked passed him at first. Roman saw him “emo nightmare?”

Virgil stopped “are you fucking kidding me?” he got a few glares from parents. “You’re princey? my fucking roommate?”

“I did not plan that, but yeah I am, and you’re my emo nightmare.”

Virgil rolled his eyes “still not yours princey, come on the movies about to start.”

They exited the movie and Virgil grinned “I fucking told you it’d be bad, I told you!”

“yeah yeah, you did it was bad. Want to get some coffee?”

“sure, I’ll pay,” Virgil said casually.

Roman grinned “I’ll win you over one day my emo nightmare.”

“stop begging me to play disney music and maybe you will.”

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