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#okay so my best friend invited me to play games at some point
classyrbf · 3 months
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Pls I need nerd gojo next I love your fics‼️‼️
NERD GOJO!
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SYNOPSIS...sfw and nsfw headcanons of nerd!gojo
INFO...nerd!gojo x fem!reader, fluff, subby gojo, overstim, bondage, virgin!gojo, biting, cock ring, gojo is a crier, oral (m & f receiving), not proofread
OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated
thanks for the request anon!
and thanks to my bestie for helping me write this <3
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SFW
nerd!gojo who is well known, but doesn’t really talk to anyone or anybody. People know him for being smart and for his looks, otherwise they never really approach him
nerd!gojo who only hangs out with select friends, hates being around loud people and noises, but when he sees you walk into the lunch room, he immediately notices that you’re a new student
nerd!gojo who calls out to you when you’re looking for some place to sit, giving you a warm smile and gestures you over
nerd!gojo who notices how quiet you are but doesn’t budge you to talk because he’s the same exact way, so he lets you eat in silence while simultaneously catching glimpses of you when you look away
nerd!gojo who is surprised you sit at the same table with him the next day. He’s sure you’d make friends by now to sit with, but he guesses not. You give him a small smile when you sit down. A few seconds of silence go by before you apologize to him about not talking yesterday and quickly introduce yourself
nerd!gojo who is obsessed with your voice, the way you talk could make him listen to you for hours, he just sits there and smiles like an idiot when you start explaining where you moved from and what other colleges you went to
nerd!gojo who invites you over to his house for a study session after a few weeks of getting to know each other. You two had the same class and expressed your concern about the topic you were learning. He quickly took that opportunity to invite you over
nerd!gojo who has figurines and posters of his favorite movies, tv shows and games all around his room, not showing the slightest bit of embarrassment when you step in and acknowledge everything, he’s actually quick to explain the lore behind each and every one of them
nerd!gojo whose ears perk up when you tell him your favorite character from a video game that you enjoy playing, he’s super excited to hear that you have no merch of it at all. It’s obvious he plans to buy you something
nerd!gojo who starts imagining a life with you outside of being friends, holding your hand, kissing you, sharing his food with you. He wonders if it’s normal for him to think about a friend this way
nerd!gojo who starts acting nervous around you which you take notice of, seeing the small blush across his cheeks when you compliment him or brush your hand over his
nerd!gojo who gets jealous when he sees you talking to another guy on campus, his brows immediately furrow. Did you like him? The way you were smiling and looking at him pointed to yes
nerd!gojo who ends up growing distant with you, barely talking to you and or even hanging with you. He wants this little crush on you to stop, he can’t afford to have feelings. Why would you even like him anyway? He’s a nerd
nerd!gojo who is taken aback when you walk up to him on campus as he was doing work on his computer and confessed that you like him, but apologize for feeling that way because you thought it was the reason he was pulling away from you, making your friendship very awkward
nerd!gojo who takes action and kisses you on the spot, feeling adrenaline pumping through his body
nerd!gojo who becomes the best boyfriend you’ve ever had, always putting a smile on your face
nerd!gojo who takes care of you when you’re sick, making you soup and cuddling you. He doesn’t care if he also gets sick as long as you’re okay
nerd!gojo who spoils you regardless of what it is, he never has you pay for anything
nerd!gojo who never wants to argue with you and is great at communicating and explaining his feelings to you
nerd!gojo who’s very fond of physical touch and kisses, he’s also very clingy and loves to be held by you and have you run your fingers through his hair
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nerd!gojo who refrains from telling you his dirty fantasies, he doesn’t want you to think he’s a huge pervert. But it doesn’t help when you walk around in that sundress, the fabric hugging your figure perfectly, he ends up going home and jacking off to the thought of you in it
nerd!gojo who’s a sub. You only figure this out when you go to make the first move and he’s nervous and shy. His face is tomato red when you grope his thigh and go to kiss his neck, leading up to his plump lips
nerd!gojo who is a virgin, you quickly realize this when you’re making out with him, slowly and needing feeling up on him before he stops your hand and pulls away breathless, he looks in your eyes and seems scared to admit he’s a virgin but does so anyway, it only makes you want him more
nerd!gojo who is whimper and crier. He only cries when he gets overstimulated, tears running down his pretty face as he cums over and over
nerd!gojo who is into bondage though you only figure this out when you snoop through his computer and click on a tab only to see a page about bondage and how being tied up feels
nerd!gojo who whimpers so loudly when you give him head for the first time, he’s tied up to the chair, breathing heavily with sweat sticking to his forehead. His thighs are trembling the sensation of your mouth around him so overwhelming but so good, before he could even think he cums unexpectedly, bucking his hips
nerd!gojo whose sweet spot is his v-line/lower stomach more towards his dick, he shudders each time you press light kisses on his skin, his breath always shudders
nerd!gojo who sometimes bites. He bites on your shoulder when you’re riding him and he approaches his orgasm too fast so he tries to hold back, muffling his moans and breathing heavily as his teeth sinks into your skin
nerd!gojo who absolutely worships your cunt, he’ll devour it, make love to it like it’s the best thing on earth to him especially when eating you out, he is so sensual and romantic and absolutely makes you feel loved
nerd!gojo who was scared too touch you at first, shy to place his hands on your bare skin at such an intimate time, but when you grab his hands and guide him where you want him to touch you the most he nearly loses his mind and starts touching you everywhere, caressing, kissing and groping your soft skin
nerd!gojo who lets you experiment with a cockring and he ends up loving it, he’s throbbing in your hand as you give him the best handjob of his life, cumming over and over as his brain turns to mush and tears stream down his face
nerd!gojo who sometimes gets too loud, you have to tell him to be quiet and be a good boy, his heart his throbbing in his chest at the pet name, but it also makes him even hornier, he loves obeying you
nerd!gojo who loves being praised for aftercare, you’re telling him how much of a good job he did as you untie him and clean him up, pressing soft kisses to his cheeks and moving the hair out of his face as you make him feel safe and loved
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lorarri · 1 month
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꒰꒰ ‧₊˚𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀 ─ 𝐂𝐒𝟓𝟓 ˚₊· ꒱꒱
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─ summary . . . ❨ your brother is desperate for you to like real madrid and is willing to do whatever it takes to get there ❩ ─ pairing . . . ❨ real madrid! footballer! carlos sainz x fem! alonso! f1 driver! reader ❩ ─ genre . . . ❨ social media file ❩  ─ author note . . . ❨ my first written part for the in my shoes series and this was so funny to write tbh so enjoy! ❩
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❨ series masterlist | main masterlist | sol’s masterlist ❩
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BIG BRO NANDO
I come bearing great news!
LIL SIS Y/N
what have you done?
BIG BRO NANDO
I got your team to get you to do some pr with
*drum roll*
REAL MADRID
LIL SIS Y/N
you're really not gonna stop until I find football midly interesting, huh?
BIG BRO NANDO
yup
you are spanish
your lack of interest in the beautiful game is scary
and who knows you might find your future husband there
LIL SIS Y/N
I doubt it but okay
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HEY JUDE
okay dude are we gonna talk about the tension between you and Y/N or....?
CHILI BOY
hola jude
also I have no idea what you are talking about
HEY JUDE
dude we allll saw you basically eye fucking each other the WHOLE TIME we were filming
CHILI BOY
.....
was I that obvious?
HEY JUDE
yes.
anyway cuz I'm such a good friend
I'm going to help you shoot your shot
so I invited Y/N to tonight's game and I also invited her to the after party
so you two can talk and get to know each other
cuz the quicker the two of you do that the quick you can get the team paddock passes and you two can get married and do it couple shit
CHILI BOY
wow...
thank you for removing my free will and planning my life out for me
HEY JUDE
what are friends for mi amigo
yourinstagram and carlossainz55 . 4hrs ago
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fernandoalo_oficial replied to carlossainz55 story!
hurt my sister and I will kills you
and I don't care if you play for my favorite team or not
judebellingham replied to carlossainz55 story!
so.....
when's the wedding?
cuz I was thinking summer
too soon my friend
carlossainz55 replied to yourinstagram story!
hola hermosa
I think you left your earrings at my place
and I think you should come get them
I wasn't wearing earings last night tf?
if you want me come over you could have just asked
okay
can you come over
sure as long as you buy me food
anything for you princesa
yourinstagram and carlossainz55
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yourinstagram and carlossainz55 #mycalvins w/ the love of my life
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user MY WIFEY AND MY HUBBY TOGETHER???? SINCE WHEN???
user rue when was this
judebellingham took you long enough mate
user why goes my gut tell me nando had something to do with this
camavinga and finally he makes a moveee
user love how we are all losing our minds and planning a wedding in the comments section
vinijr when's the wedding and what color suit should I get?
user okay but how slay is this hard launch
aurelientchm one hard launch for chili one large step for man
user love that the madrid team saw this coming from miles off
fernandoalo_oficial !hala madrid!
user nando plz now is not the time for your madrid propaganda
user oh twitter must be in shamles by now
user at this point might as well rip up my 2024 bingo card
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fernandoalo_oficial and judebellingham . 2hrs ago
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carlossainz55 replied to judebellingham story!
I owe you one dude
just make me the best man at your wedding and then we are square
and get killed by toni?
not a chance my friend
was worth a try
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hellfire--cult · 10 months
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Edit of Eddie: Sofiiel
Stripper!Eddie x Shy!Fem!Reader
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 (end)
⚠️ +18 MDNI, Stripper!Eddie, Stripper!Billy, Stripper!Steve, sensual dancing, shyness towards men, nervousness, fainting, sexual innuendos.
Summary: You thought you were cursed with your shyness, but after one embarrassing night, you decide it's time to change, and you believe someone might be able to help with that.
A/N: IDK MAN. I just needed to write this down so that my brain could stop messing with me and I am still writing. This will be a two part thing, maybe three, with long chapters. It will have smut, and a lot of sexual tension my boys, but it won't be a long series.
As always, all reblogs help, tagging it, and I always enjoy reading your comments!
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Part 1
You shouldn’t be here.
You knew you were not going to be able to tolerate it, yet, here you are, at your best friend’s bachelorette party. You weren’t nervous about that, no. Before coming to the place you are now, you had all gathered at her home, which was decorated and drinks, food and games were all around to play with. 
Most of the time, you could handle the decoration your other best friend picked. Robin was in charge of decoration for Nancy’s wedding, and everywhere you looked, a dick was there. In all shapes, colors, and some were not even humanly shaped. But there were times in the day where you had to excuse yourself to catch your breath in the bathroom because of it as well.
And now, things have gotten worse. Extremely worse. Because you seriously forgot this part of the party. This part that Robin had talked to you about. This part where you begged her to not do it because it was super cliché.
You were at a strip club. A male, strip club.
“Best seats on the house ladies!” The host greeted us and you could read the name on the tag as Joyce. She seemed nice, and welcoming, but the place you were in wasn’t remotely inviting to you. The table, in question, was right next to the end of the catwalk, so you were going to have the show right in front of your face.
You were sweating already, feeling your stomach flutter around as you looked around to all the excited women waiting for the show to begin. You didn’t even read the presentation of the men that were performing tonight. There were pictures at the entrance, with their names, ages, and some hobbies, but you couldn’t even do that.
“Hey, you okay?” Robin whispered to you worriedly, and you snapped your head towards her. You didn’t even know you were staring at the catwalk with a terrified look in your face. “You can go to the bathroom if you want, or just go wait in the car? I don’t want you there alone, but if it’s too much, just leave.” She says to you, not promising to go with you if that does happen.
You cannot blame her, and you can’t be mad either. She had organized everything, knowing you couldn’t do it. Knowing there was no way you would do a reservation on a place like this. She can’t leave Nancy, not even if Barb, Vickie, and Kali were there, so you just nodded at her, trying to shake your nervousness away.
“Yeah, yeah… I’m fine Robs.” You replied to her and she sighed, giving you a small nod. You didn’t want Nancy to have a bad night, so you believed you could endure this, just for an hour or two. 
But your shyness towards men has followed you since childhood.
You tried kissing, getting a boyfriend, even having sex, yet, meeting random men made your nerves go crazy on you, to the point of almost feeling like throwing up. You thanked your dad for this horrible curse. Growing up with no male figure whatsoever, and your mom being cheated on three times in your face did nothing to help with your shyness, and sometimes, even fear. Just small of it.
You weren’t afraid of men. You were afraid of what they could do, of what they could ruin in just a second, of how manipulative they can be. You know women can do that too, but you never met one like that, nor heard stories about it. You’ve seen it in movies of course, even books of the woman being the cheater and the horrible person you believed only men could be. 
But the shyness always worsened if the man before you was handsome. Your ex boyfriend was just remotely attractive to you, that’s why you gave it a chance. It sounds horrible, but you weren’t attracted to him, because if you were, you were sure to shut down every time he talked to you. 
It’s sad you weren’t attracted to women like Robin is, or bisexual like Vickie. If you were, you might not even have this problem, or maybe yes, because if you were attracted to women too, then this issue might even escalate there. 
But you weren’t, so that’s why your shyness didn’t exist around the female crowd. 
“Okay ladies, prepare your bills!” Barb yelled excitedly and your heart almost jumped out of your chest. You were seated the farthest away from the stage, so you would have to just sit back and hope to make no contact with whoever dances on that stage.
You were also hoping these men weren’t even remotely handsome. 
The lights went off as your drinks were getting delivered and you were chugging down on your Margarita as if it were water to make your nerves go away, knowing very well they won’t, while the rest of your friends yelled loudly in excitement. The tables full of ladies around you also yelled loudly as Unholy from Sam Smith started playing and your breath caught in your throat as the first man walked out.
He had brown hair, with a bit of volume and styled nicely, brown eyes, and he was dressed like a priest, rosary dangling in his left hand. He was handsome, yes, but thanks to the outfit your nerves were still remotely stable. You heard the ladies all around you cheer while drinking some beer.
“Hello Stevie boy!” You heard the woman coo as she waved at him, and you saw him wink back at her. She must be a regular you thought. The lights were bright as he walked down the catwalk, between the tables, and you were feeling your leg going up and down as he came closer. 
The lights suddenly went fully red as the chorus hit, and his grand had gripped the collar of his cassock, and in one tug, he had ripped the buttons, fully opening his garments and your eyes widened, your stomach turning into a sea of nerves and nausea as his abdomen was revealed, slightly toned, beauty marks all over. Your eyes trailed downwards, and he was wearing some tight short black briefs. Your friends all cheered as he took the garment off, throwing it on the floor as he swayed his hips while running the rosary all over his chest, down towards his abs.
You were surprised no one was offended by this.
He turned towards the table that was opposite of yours and dropped on his knees as he swayed his hips towards the ladies there. You had perfect view of his ass and you blushed a deep red as you tried to look away. You were glad it wasn’t your table, because you weren’t going to do what the ladies in that table or your friends were going to do. 
Dollar bills were being shoved in his briefs by hungry and lustful hands, and he always kept a smile on his face. You turned to see he was facing your table and the blood in your system drained completely. He crawled over and as he reached the very edge of the catwalk, he glided his abdomen down, as if grinding onto the floor, and his eyes were trained on Nancy.
She was wearing a small crown with white flowers, and a small white veil dropped at the back of her head. He knew it was a bachelorette party. You sighed with relief knowing this now. You weren’t going to be the focus of it! All the men were going to pamper Nancy because they know it’s her bachelorette party! One last whoop of ‘freedom’ before tying the knots. 
He jumped off the catwalk as he stepped over towards Nancy. You saw how he moved Nancy’s chair to face away from the table and she was giggling at the strength he had. You were trying to keep up with the clapping to the music but you were distracted as he stood over Nancy, over her lap, both hands gripping the back of her chair, his face inches from hers.
You were sweating now. You don’t know how Nancy could be smiling at this, shoving bills in his briefs. He bit onto the rosary that was wrapped in his left wrist, making it unwrap itself from there, and let it dangle from his mouth as he grabbed onto her hands and made her roam his chest, down to his abdomen sensually.
“GO NANCE!” Robin yelled while cheering and you were just stunned at how calm everyone is about this. He was swaying his hips over her as their eyes were locked with one another. You could see him smirking with the rosary’s beads still in his mouth and your jaw almost dropped at how sexy this man was, and you were extremely intimidated by it.
Your feet wanted to up and leave, but you were trying to stay calm, knowing Nancy had her veil on, and the night would be on her.
This Stevie boy leaned down to her face and his nose nudged her cheek, and you were sure he was going to kiss it, but he didn’t. He was letting heavy hot breaths onto Nancy’s skin, making it have goosebumps all over and shiver. Knowing this, Steve finally pulled away, putting the rosary around Nancy’s neck, winking down at her and pushing himself off her.
He hopped on the stage, the song finishing while the women cheered all around. He bent down towards his outfit to get something out of pockets and your eyes widened when he took a bottle out, a large vial with a cross on it. He grabbed onto the cork with his teeth, smirking as the crowd yelled in excitement. He walked back towards Nancy, dropping down off the stage, the lights shining on them as he handed Nancy the bottle and making her stand up from her chair. 
Nancy bit her lip as he slowly got on his knees, his hands over his chest in a praying position and you felt your heart coming out of your throat as he smiled up at her. She put the bottle over his chest and tilted it, dropping the water on him. All the girls were cheering and you looked down to the table to fight the shakiness and the blush on your cheeks. 
How did the girls do this with no problem? 
The song ended and he got claps all around as well as Nancy who was fanning herself with her other hand. The man stood up, completely drenched, his body glistening under the lights. Nancy took all of the bills from the girls and started shoving them in the edges of his briefs while he chuckled at her enthusiasm. He knew she liked the show.
“What a lucky man.” You heard him flirt with her, giving the table a wink which made you jump slightly, and he got on the catwalk under the dimmed lights, receiving claps and last hollers as he picked his outfit from the stage and gave a last smile to the crowd before disappearing behind the curtains. 
“Oh my god.” Nancy made you snap out of your staring as she fixed her chair back onto the table, and she was still fanning herself, putting the bottle on the table. “I am definitely taking that as a souvenir.” 
All your friends giggled and you couldn’t even take off the panicked look you had on your face. You licked your lips as everyone ordered a new round of drinks. You needed to calm these nerves down and you decided to talk to Robin again.
“Robs, how many dancers are there?” You asked her and she winced slightly and then sighed.
“Just two more.” Two. Two, okay that wasn’t so bad, you can handle two more. “You doing okay? Was that too much?”
“A little freaked out, but thankfully, Nancy is going to be the main person at our table, so I won’t be even near these men.” You said, almost as if convincing yourself and Robin nodded at you with reassurance which made you sigh a little bit in relief. You can handle a little more, it was bad, but it didn’t happen to you so watching it was tolerable.
After a few minutes, Joyce brought another round of drinks and you had another Margarita ready to be downed in two seconds. Your nerves stood on end as the lights dimmed again. You heard the roaring of a car as the song ‘Bad Karma’ from Miley Cyrus started blasting on the speakers. 
The curtains opened to a man wearing just a denim jacket over his naked torso, a blonde mullet in his hair, sunglasses over his eyes, while his legs were covered in tight jeans and a black belt around his waist. The women cheered and you could see some already fanning their faces. 
“This is Billy, right?” You heard Barb ask Kali, which the girl nodded excitedly. You could see the man smirk, showing his teeth towards the crowd as he licked over them as if excited. He walked a little bit to be in the center of the stage, and he turned around to shake his hips slowly while holding onto his jacket, opening it wide. Your eyes fixed on his backside, and his ass was even better than the last man. You felt your body burning wildly as he turned around, showing his torso in his full glory thanks to him widening open his jacket. 
Moans could be heard in the song and this Billy guy bit his bottom lip as he started to take off his jacket, slowly, swaying side to side, teasing all the women he was standing in front of. They were whining at him for not fully taking his jacket off. He nodded towards his jeans and the women understood perfectly, standing excitedly to shove some bills into the edges and some in his pockets while he chuckled, his hips moving from side to side.
He fully took off his jacket, throwing it towards the start of the stage and the women cheered as he grabbed the hands of an older woman, looking like 70’s or more, while bending down, kneeling in front of her. She was laughing, feeling shy about the action, shaking her head to a younger woman who was encouraging her. You tilted your head at the woman in confusion. She was acting shy, trying to pull away with a smile to her face but he was still holding onto her. If she didn’t want to, why was he making her do it?
You saw how his smirk turned into a soft smile, intertwining his fingers with hers, saying something to her and you could see the woman smile, while giving him a soft nod and she put both her hands on his chest, and he yelled out in cheer towards the crowd, who all clapped and cheered for the bravery of the lady. 
He smiled down at her as the woman retreated her hands with a giggle. The younger one was laughing next to her, cheering her on and this man bent down to give the older woman a kiss on the cheek, leaving her red and you could even see the words ‘thank you’ displayed on her lips. He stood back up, his smile turning into a devilish smirk again as he scanned the room. His eyes landed on your table again, and you jumped slightly because you didn’t know who he was looking at, but you didn’t have anything to worry about it, because it was Nancy’s bachelorette party—
Nancy wasn’t wearing her crown. She didn’t have the veil on.
You felt your breath getting caught in your throat as he walked towards the table, hopping off the catwalk and walking by Nancy, passing his hand in the back of her chair. He then passed behind Robin’s. You tensed up when you felt his presence behind you, your knuckles going white on your thighs, not even daring your gaze to follow him. Your heart was beating wildly, like never before. If you were to look at your smartwatch, it was probably at 165 bpm. 
You felt the air you were holding in your lungs leaving you when he didn’t grab your chair, or you for that matter, but he held tightly onto the back of Barb’s chair, tilting her backwards for her head to look up at him, hitting onto his torso. He grinned at her, taking his sunglasses off and you were stunned to see the brightest set of eyes you’ve ever seen in your whole life. You didn’t expect those irises, and you could see Barb’s throat bobbing up and down nervously.
He put her back in place as he shoved one of his sunglasses’ temples down Barb’s cleavage, hooking them in place there. His hands ran over her chest and down her sides. You saw your friend’s eyes close as she shivered with a smile on her face. You caught something in your peripheral view, and saw Joyce walking with a small tray. She put it in front of Barb and your eyes widened when you saw a small glass with salt in it, a slice of lemon, and a shot of tequila. 
“Oh…” Barb said with wide eyes, and she felt her chair being pulled away from the table and the man chuckled at her, stepping in between her and the table, showing her his white teeth.
“That’s for me, sweet thing.” The women around us cheered and swooned, as Nancy hollered towards Barb while he bent towards Barb’s ear to whisper something and you saw Barb smiling and nod in approval. 
You gulped tightly as you saw him grab the lemon from behind him and then hold onto the back of Barb’s head, tilting it backwards. He ran the lemon onto the side of her neck, dampening it, and then he ran a thumb on Barb’s chin, making her open her mouth. He put the side of the lemon’s skin in her mouth and she held it in between her teeth. He then grabbed onto the salt, and put some on his hand.
The ladies around us were clapping with rhythm at the same time, encouraging what was happening as he smiled devilishly at his crowd. He then looked down at Barb and pressed the salt onto the dampened part of her neck, sticking it to the skin. She shivered at the touch and he then wiped his hand on his jeans as he held onto the tequila shot in his other one. 
“Ready for me?” You heard the women ‘woo’ at his words and you almost covered your eyes as he tilted Barb’s head to the side, leaning down towards her with a smirk on his lips. He took his tongue out and gave it a flat lick, slowly, sensually, pressing his tip at her pulse point as he felt the salt finish. 
“Holy fuck.” You heard Robin say and you just wanted to bolt the hell out of there. This was too much, even for you, a spectator. He took the shot, throwing his head back with it, throwing the glass to the side, and it didn’t even break. He held onto the back of Barb’s head, leaning back down to lick onto the lemon on her mouth. Barb’s fingers were hooked at the front pockets of his jeans, pulling him close. He smirked widely as he finally bit onto the lemon, his lips touching Barb’s as he did so.
Your breath got caught in your throat. You didn’t know Strippers could kiss guests, clients at that. In the cheek, or neck, was one thing, but on the lips? 
Your group of friends had dollar bills in their hands, ready to put them in his pants and you felt a deep blush creep in your face from nervousness and embarrassment. You didn’t want to be the only one to not put a bill there. He was just doing his job, but you were just too shy to do so. Robin grabbed your hand and put a bill in there and you were wide eyed looking at her.
“I’ll help you, you can just close your eyes!” You were thankful for Robin. She was helping you in not being seen as a cheap person, not paying them for their entertainment. You nodded nervously at her, gulping loudly as you saw the Billy guy finally pull away from Barb. He took the lemon out of her mouth, throwing it onto the tray again. She was smirking at him and he followed her gaze to his pants and he saw the money she shoved in the front pockets of his jeans.
“What a sneaky baby.” He winked at her and he walked towards Nancy for her to shove her bills in his pockets, then Kali, then Vickie, Robin, and you felt your breath on your throat as he looked at you, cocking his head to the side as he inspected you. Robin grabbed tightly onto your hand and you closed your eyes, feeling your heart in your throat as she guided you towards the hem of his pants. As soon as you felt the denim, you shoved the bill there, and your hand flew back to your lap, as well looking down at your table.
You didn’t even look if he was still there or not, but you felt your body on fire, and cold at the same time. You didn’t know if you would be able to take another dancer. The anxiety and nervousness was destroying you inside out at this point. 
“He’s gone.” You heard Robin whisper and a sigh of relief escaped you as all the girls looked at you worriedly.
“You can go to the car, I won’t get mad babes…” Nancy coos at you and you look up at her. You remembered how Nancy helped you move into your apartment, settle in, help you call your internet service and fight off the plumber that wanted to scam you for a leak that was in the kitchen sink. You shook your head at her and let out a breath.
“I’m okay, it’s just one more, right?”
“I took off my veil so that everyone could have the chance of a dance–” At that Kali intervened.
“We don’t mind if you put it back on, it might make her feel more comfortable.” You were thankful for the friends you had, all understanding, but you didn’t want to ruin their fun, so you put on a bright smile on your face and nodded at Barb.
“What if the next dancer does something even wilder than what this Billy dude did to Barb here?” You said with a laugh and the girls erupted in giggles as Barb herself blushed a deep red.
“Oh god… You guys know I’m not one the guys go for, so it felt… so nice.” You knew about Barb’s self esteem being low, but you always found her so beautiful. You didn’t understand how she didn’t see that in herself. 
“You look hot Barb! And I am a lesbian, so take it as a fact.” Robin said and Vickie nodded at that, smiling widely.
“I second that.” A blush creeped on Barb’s cheeks and she gasped when she felt the sunglasses hanging on the V-Shaped cleavage of her shirt. 
“Oh… Guess I have a souvenir as well.” Barb smirked and you smiled at her happiness and giddiness. You wished you could react like that when a handsome man did something nice for you, but all you ever did was mutter a silent ‘thanks’ and walk away when it happened. You once had a nice looking man help you reach the top of a shelf in the supermarket, helping you get the raspberry jam you couldn’t reach. 
You turned around to thank the person before you, but as soon as you saw the beautiful middle aged man that stood behind you, gray hairs and all, you almost fainted. Your air pipe immediately closed, and you felt too dizzy to even say anything to him. 
So you ran away, forgetting the jam and all.
It was a curse because you didn’t know how to solve this, and you cannot be in a relationship if you have no attraction towards the person. Your sex life would be miserable, and you won’t ever be entirely happy. The worst part, is that, if you catch feelings, the person before you would look beautiful to you no matter what, so you were scared of it ever happening, even though you terribly desired it.
You stiffened when the lights dimmed again, and you saw many women near the catwalk and stage get up excitedly. You could hear whispers here and there while you looked around to see what was going on. 
“Last time, I got a lap dance from him, it was so good Donna.” You heard a woman say to the other and then another conversation caught your ear, right behind you.
“You think Eddie will have his hair down or in a bun today?”
So, the last man’s name is Eddie. Okay, just one more dance, and he might not even target your table now! Nancy doesn’t have the veil on, Barb already had a sexy time, so they have to prioritize other tables, other clients. Yes. It’s alright, you can do this, there’s no problem at all, you just have to push through your nerves and nausea and–
‘Do I wanna know?’ by Arctic Monkeys started playing and you shivered at the tune. You didn’t even want to look, but the excitement and shine in your friends' eyes made you a little curious as to what they were looking at. You turned your head towards the stage, and your eyes widened like plates as you saw the man standing on it.. 
You felt your air leaving your lungs, quite literally at the sight of him. He was extremely gorgeous, even without the clear irises the last guy had, Eddie was absolutely mesmerizing. He had his hair up in a bun, some stud on his chin, and then your eyes went downwards, towards his outfit. He had a black crop top on, with a leather jacket on top, but your eyes bulged when you saw the happy trail of dark hair, going from his abs, down the hem of his leather pants that were tightened with a black belt that had handcuffs at the front of it.
He was too attractive, too inviting, and you felt like vomiting at this very moment. 
He winked towards a group of ladies on the side and headed towards them, bending down, grabbing onto the bottle of champagne one was holding. He took a sip of it, and held onto the cheek of the girl before him. You felt your heart almost coming out of your mouth as the girl, willingly, opened her mouth. He leaned forward, and kissed the woman before him, giving her the alcohol he just took a sip of. 
Okay, he is a bold one. A very bold one.
He pulled away with a smirk to his face, leaving the girl completely dazed and your jaw dropped when you saw her put a One Hundred Bill in the front pocket of his leather pants. Not only did she put one in his pocket, but another girl next to her as well, and the next one too. Why are they handing out one hundred bills as if it were candy!? 
You saw him starting to pull off his jacket, revealing his arms full of tattoos, as he swayed it back and forth on his body, fully taking it off after some cheering, and he threw it on the floor afterwards. He bit his bottom lip as he dropped to his knees, and your eyes widened when his hips started moving back and forth, slowly, graciously, as if thrusting into something. The girls on his right were waving bills at him with excitement in their voices. He chuckled, sliding towards them and your eyes widened when he held a man’s hand.
You took notice of Eddie’s hands, covered in rings as he put the man’s knuckles up to his lips, kissing them tenderly. The young man was fanning himself as the girls next to him were squealing, yelling ‘Happy birthday Johnny!’ to him. Eddie motioned for something behind the girls, at their table, and one of them grabbed onto a plate that had a slice of cake on it. 
Eddie scooped some of the whipped cream with his fingers and he smirked as he wiggled them in front of the man’s face. 
“Oh my god…” You gasped as you saw the young guy opening his mouth, and Eddie pushed his fingers inside. You felt your stomach do a violent turn at that, your nervousness was now at its peak. Everything with this guy was not even discreet, or with double meanings. He was going straight to the point, taking what he wanted, not even scared of doing so. 
You could handle the small dances, and hip grinding, but going for a straightforward kiss? Sticking his fingers inside someone else’s throat? He was definitely the favorite, and you could guess why, but you didn’t want to stay and find out just what else he was willing to do. You didn’t think you would be able to push away your nerves any longer, so you nudged Robin, catching her attention. 
“Robs, I think I’m gonna go to the bathroom until this show is over.” Robin nodded at you, and squeezed your hand.
“I figured, he is… He is something else.” She said with a small chuckle and you could only nod, gulping heavily as the beat of the song rang in your ears. 
“Send me a message when it’s safe to come out, okay?” You say to her and she gives you a thumbs up. You stood up, not daring to look forward, or catch the man’s eyes. You don’t want him to think you were bored, you just simply couldn’t take the boldness of it all anymore. You went to grab your purse, and suddenly you froze.
Over your hand, which was on top of the small container with your belongings, a ring clad hand pressed over your knuckles, stopping you. A light was on you, and you felt your blood completely drain from your body as a wood-like scent invaded all of your personal bubble. You didn’t know where to look, what to do, what to say to escape, and you felt yourself take a sharp intake of breath when you felt his other hand gliding over your left thigh, just gently, as if brushing.
“Is my show boring you, princess?” A hot breath brushed your ear as he spoke low towards you. Goosebumps displayed all over your body, a sharp shiver ran up and down your spine and you felt a cold sweat invading your body. It wasn’t panic, it was plain nervousness, anxiety of being this close to a man. A handsome man. A man that was bold with his movements, not even a stutter in them. 
He grabbed onto your hand, and turned you around, making you face him and if you didn’t have breath in your lungs before, right now, every part of you was empty. No air, no blood, nothing. The only thing you felt was the tight knot in your stomach, and shakiness happening on your knees. You wanted to tell him, talk to him, say that you weren’t comfortable, but you couldn’t speak. Your words were completely snatched away.
His brown eyes were staring into yours, as he guided your hand up, behind his head, and you felt the bun on top of it as you kept staring into his face. You didn’t know if you were red or pale at this point, but you needed to run away. He grabbed onto the tie of his bun with the tip of his finger, and pulled, letting his hair cascade around his face and on top of his shoulders.
Your eyes were wide, lungs contracting on themselves as the man before you became even more handsome than before just by letting his hair down. Your heart was breaking your chest open, because never in your life have you had an interaction like this before with a man. Not with someone as attractive as he was. Not with someone who was making your nerves go crazy in your whole body, making you hyper aware of everything around and how his eyes were staring down at you. 
You were feeling your breath quicken as he guided your hand with his, downwards, under and you felt your fingertips run over his crop top and then towards the hem of it. You jumped slightly when you felt his skin under your hand, and you started feeling light headed, dizzy, and you needed air, god, you needed air. His face got close to you once again and you wanted to pull away, run, anything, you needed to leave and you couldn’t communicate it. 
“No need to be shy with me sweetheart.” And his nose brushed with yours. He was going to kiss you. He was going to smash his lips with yours. He was going to close the distance. You were going to be able to taste him. You were going to have his scent go into your nose and fill your lungs completely with it. Your body will flush against his, press against his chest, his hips pressing against yours.
He was going to kiss you.
And you blacked out.
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A/N: I always believed that if Barb and Billy remained alive and helped the group, they would definitely do the Enemies to Lovers thing. Like, yes.
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Here are the songs for this part:
Steve's:
Billy's:
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more cbf!soap thoughts, bc im totally normal about the whole thing! Imagine johnny and reader are around the age where those cute crushes kids sometimes get start to turn more serious, and people start going on actual dates. reader confides in john one weekend afternoon that the usual group of girls are bothering them again - they've learned to ignore it over the years, but for some reason, something one of the girls said is really bothering them. (1/3) (Shy Anon)
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Anon you don’t understand how much I’ve thought about their first kiss
You and Johnny were both at a party, one that the two of you knew you weren’t actually invited to but rather was “included” to make sure neither of you would feel left out. Both of you would much rather be at one of the other’s house playing video games or doing something more fun than awkward conversations and being side eyed at.
It was also the start of sophomore year in high school, when everyone was getting with someone. When it mattered who you were with and if you had kissed someone yet.
The latter seemed to be all the talk and you were desperately trying to avoid it, but in the end you were cornered.
The Mean Girls, that’s who you called them. Ever since kindergarten when they stole your bunny they seemed to have it out for you and usually you were able to ignore them, but they didn’t want to be ignored.
They practically forced it out of you and now you were incredibly embarrassed as they mocked you.
“Aw, it’s okay! Someone will eventually like you.”
You’d punch her if you weren’t so upset.
You didn’t talk much after that and you were quiet on the walk back to Johnny’s house, the sunsetting and the crickets chirping.
He noticed immediately, before the two of you even left the party. He was always looking out for you.
“What’s wrong?” Johnny tugs on your sleeve to get your attention.
“Nothing-“
“Ah, no you cannae lie to me about that.”
You huffed and looked away from him, still mortified. Why were you embarrassed telling him you’ve never kissed someone? You told him everything and if you were being honest he already knew you never had.
He nudged you and you gave him a nervous look.
“The Mean Girls were talking about their first kisses,” you began and he stared at you obliviously.
“Okay…” he shrugged and you groaned. “What? What’s the issue?”
“They were talking about it and I had to tell them I never kissed anyone before! So now they know and I still…haven’t kissed anyone.”
Johnny’s eyebrows knitted together and he frowned.
“Well yeah, we hang out all the time I would know if you had,” he pointed out and you huffed.
“That’s not the point! Everyone’s already had their kiss and I haven’t.”
“Me either.”
You gave him a look and he gave you one back.
“Martha kissed you.”
“On ma cheek! I didn’t want her to kiss me.” Johnny cringed and shivered at the memory. “Why does it matter if you’ve never kissed someone anyway?”
You shrugged. It really shouldn’t matter, but maybe it was because you just wanted to fit in after having moved to the neighborhood, even if it was years ago now. Maybe it was because you just wanted to know if someone actually wanted to kiss you or not.
If someone liked you enough to do it.
“I don’t know…I want to get it over with but I don’t want to kiss someone I don’t trust.”
The two of you went silent for a moment, your footsteps getting slower until Johnny stopped. You looked at him with a raise eyebrow when you noticed a faint blush on his cheeks.
“You trust me…what if we kissed?”
You stared at him, your mouth agape and your eyes wide. You kiss Johnny? Your best friend? The thought had never crossed your mind because of how absurd it was.
“Johnny, what-“
“It’s better than asking someone random, you said it yourself!” He said and you closed your mouth. “Kills two birds with one stone since I’d be having my first kiss too.”
Logically you couldn’t argue with that. You didn’t just say you wouldn’t kiss someone you didn’t trust and you did trust Johnny. And it would get it over with so you wouldn’t have to worry about it.
But could you really kiss him? He was your best friend, wouldn’t that make things different?
You thought about it for a while.
“Okay.” You hesitantly nodded. “Let’s kiss.”
Johnny came up into your space. The two of you stood in front of each other for a long time, just starting awkwardly as you waited for the other to make a move first.
“Quit making this weird.” You held your arms close to your body, feeling incredibly nervous now.
Why? It was just Johnny.
“I’m building up to it.” He snapped at you, his cheeks going by darker.
“Just kiss me, Johnny.” You practically begged and he placed his hands over his face that continued to grow into darker shades of red.
“Cannae when you’re looking at me! Close your eyes, ya bampot.”
You huffed and shut your eyes, waiting for him to make the first move. For a split second you thought he wasn’t going to and you were about to ask him to kiss you again when you felt his lips press against yours.
His lips were surprisingly soft and for a moment neither of you knew what you were doing until he placed his hands on your face.
Something sparked inside of you and suddenly you were overwhelmed with feelings.
Before you could really register them, Johnny pulled away and your eyes shot open. His face was red and he averted his eyes from you, slightly out of breath, just like you, and scratched his neck.
“Well…it’s over now.”
“…yeah.”
Silence. The two do you were at a loss, especially Johnny who had just come to the horrifying realization that he actually loved kissing you and that he might have feelings for his best friend, which sent him into a silent panic.
“Do you wanna play Mario Kart?” You asked, trying to change the subject.
“Yes!” He replied a little too quick but you didn’t seem to care.
Neither of you regretted that you had your first kiss with each other.
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hey! can i request a conrad x reader where the reader is having a really bad day (maybe she’s with some old friends but they’re being really mean to her or something), and she calls him and asks him to come get her and he just like drops everything to pick her up, and then comforts her? thank you!
Who else thought of Nathan Scott in that scene? I was mentally screaming in my hotel room
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You never wanted to be one of those girls who abandoned their friends once they got into a relationship. So, when Nicole, Dara, and Gigi invited you to go shopping with them, you gladly accepted the offer. It had been quite a while since you had a fun girls' day, and you missed it.
Regrettably, things took an unexpected turn during the shopping afternoon. The girls began using the time to gossip and say hurtful things about you behind your back while you were trying on clothes. You tried to brush it off, thinking they might be feeling bitter since you started spending more time with Conrad, but their behavior was just plain mean and it was starting to hurt.
After the third store, you had enough. You didn’t want to be around them anymore. So while the girls were looking at pairs of shoes, you made a quick decision to text Conrad and ask him to pick you up.
Less than a minute later, you got a message back saying he was on his way. You felt guilty for making him drop Cleveland. Conrad agreed to help him and teach him about sailing for his new book. You even encouraged him to assist him, but beside Conrad, there was no one who you could call. 
When Conrad got to you, he got out of his car and held you tight. ‘’What happened?’’ he asked gently, concern evident in his voice.
Tears welled up in your eyes as you recounted the hurtful comments your friends had made. ‘’I don’t know why she would be so mean. I’ve never expected less of Gigi, but didn’t think Nicole would ever talk like that about me. She was always so nice to me, I thought we were close.’’ 
Conrad pulled back from the hug and tipped your chin up. ‘’They’re bitches,’’ he said, his protective side showing. ‘’Girls like them are not worth being sad over.’’
You sniffled and nodded. He was right. Real friends would never talk behind your back like they did. 
‘’Let’s hit the boardwalk,’’ Conrad suggested, trying to cheer you up. ‘’Still think you can beat me at ‘shoot your shot’?’’ he teased playfully.
You laughed, feeling the weight of the hurtful comments beginning to lift off your shoulders. ‘’Oh, I totally can!’’ 
As you reached the boardwalk, the lively atmosphere and the sound of crashing waves provided a welcome distraction. You immediately headed for the basketball game, ready to take the challenge. The employee gave you and Conrad five balls each. 
Your competitive spirits ignited as soon as the first ball went through the basket. Laughter filled the air as you both tried your best to score points and outdo each other, only missing one ball. Which was because of the wind.
For the fourth shot, Conrad decided to be a show off and cover one side of his face and throw the ball with one hand. He grinned when it went in, making you shake your head. He wasn’t trying to impress you. He just wanted to make you smile and laugh. 
‘’Okay, Nathan Scott.’’ 
Conrad chuckled and picked another ball. ‘’This is your last shot, love. If you miss this one, it’s gonna be three to five—’’ 
You gave him a look. ‘’Five? Don’t be too sure of yourself, Fisher. Maybe it’s you who’s gonna miss your next shot…and I’ll win.’’
He scoffed, shaking his head. ‘’Not a chance.’’ 
The rest of the afternoon was spent playing games, laughing and eating cotton candy until you forgot all of their names. Conrad even won you a turtle plushie at the ring toss, which you happily brought home at the end of the day. 
‘’I had the best day with you today,’’ you said as you walked back to his car, one hand holding his and the other cradling your turtle, feeling incredibly lucky to have someone who could turn your day around so effortlessly.
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SUMMARY: How would they react to seeing you in the crowd and what might happen after the show.
CHARACTERS: Cater Diamond, Kalim Al-Asim & Lilia Vanrouge
TAGS: Fluf; GN Reader
WARNING: Possible spoilers from their SSR Pop Music T-Shirt cards lines.
WORD COUNT: An average of 440 words per character.
COMMENTS: My favourites are the Overblot students, but I want to make these things with the rest of the characters too. The SSR Pop Music T-Shirt looked to me like a good way to start. I'm thinking of making one for the basketball club too when the cards come in the eng game. I'm also thinking of making something with the event cards. Okay, stop mumbling. I hope you enjoy this one. ;)
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Cater was the guitarist and vocalist.
You went with your two best friends from Heartslabyul, who were as hyped as you, alongside the Housewarden and Vice-Housewarden.
When Cater sees you in the middle of a song he's singing, his voice will almost crack for a second, but the will quickly recover his posture. he won't be able to stop smiling once he knows you're there watching him.
When he manages to get a free hand, he will look at you and make a heart with his index and thumb. While winking with a smile.
If you record and take picture for him to post on his social medias, Oh Great Seven you're the best person that could exist and somehow came to his life! He'll want to hug you and kiss you and invite you to eat with him someday, on his account! … Wait... did he invited you on a date in the middle of the hype?
He always wanted to play and sing a ballad, but with Kalim and Lilia on the same band, that wouldn't happen. If he sings on in front of you, could you film it and sent him for him to post on the social medias? And if he writes on for you, he'll tell you not to record. That one is for you and your ears only.
If you good at music and even know how to play the guitar, he will lend his to you to see what you can do. Once he sees how good you are he'll be impressed and definitely record it. Even if it's just for him. Especially if it's just for him. And he'll tell you: “Waw! That was total awesome! You should join us in the club! It’ll be even more fun with you. Us two could even make a duet one day. What do you say?” Wink wink.
If not, and (like me) you have absolutely 0 music skills, he'll ask if you'd like to try some chords on his guitar. If he has a crush on you, he'll find this an opportunity to go sit behind you put his hands on yours to show you how to put your fingers and play. If you’re left-handed, he’ll still do the same, but try his best to adapt the things to you. And if or when he gets confused by that, you'll laugh together.
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Kalim was the drummer.
You went with Jamil.
When Kalim sees you in the middle of a song he'll smile like a jolly goof and wave at you with one hand. Spoiling the song for an obvious moment and clumsily back to concentrate on the drums.
Cater and Lilia will have to improvise something to pretend that it was part of the show. Cater was slightly annoyed on the inside. Lily was laughing in amusement.
Jamil will sigh and say something like “See, I told you he will be completely distracted by you. But don't get me wrong, I never said it was your fault.”
He will smile and wave at you Every Single Time there is a pause between songs. To the point that every now and then several people turn around and look at you curiously to see who he's always looking at.
Jamil will feel the need to be your bodyguard if the attention towards you keeps increasing.
Of course, there will be an after-party and you are more than invited.
If your confident in your musical skills, Kalim will invite you to play and our sing with him. He’ll let you set on front of his drums and be totally hyped by you for how good you are. “(Y/N)!!! You have to join us at the club! You’re so awesome! And we’ll have so much fun together!” Oh Gods, he’ll be so hyped it will deadly concern Jamil. “Do NOT offer (Y/N) the most expensive and beautiful instrument you can find Kalim!”
If not and (like me) you have absolutely 0 music skills, he will ask you if you'd like to learn a little of how to play the drums. He’ll let you set on front of his drums and will gladly teach you somethings. He would get behind you, pointing at where you should hit next and if he puts his hands on yours, he’ll not realise how romantic that could be.
He’ll be the happiest and proudful teacher ever, even if you completely fail at sound slightly good. “Why don’t you join the Pop Music Club anyways? We can teach you how to play. And even if you’re not that good, it doesn't matter, we'll definitely have fun together!”
“Um? If I could give you private lessons? Ha ha, sure! That will be great! Would you like to meet in Scarabia? Jamil can make your favourite dishes.”
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Lilia was the bass player.
You went with the other Diasomnia students. Malleus probably offered to fly with you so you could see better. Silver couldn't fall asleep because of the extremely loud sound and was looking to the stage with his cute smile (proud son). It is humanly impossible to be more hyped and scream more than Sebek.
When Lilia sees you… oh no. He playfully smirked. He was plotting something. What have you done? Dude got crazier and crazier. He wanted to give you the best show of your life and on his head that's something a bit... extreme.
Your eardrums will only not be seriously injured because Malleus will protect them with magic. Scream vocals, he’ll definitely do those. If a bass is broken by him hitting it on the floor at the end of the concert, it will be partly your fault. Please, Lilia, don't jump into the public!
After the show he’ll ask you all what you thought of it and his performance. Either will be with Sebek on the side: That was awesome! The coolest thing ever” our with Malleus and Silver on the side: “That was… interesting indead…” Either way, he'll be happy that you had fun alongside his unconventional family.
If your confident in your musical skills and you tell Lilia, he’ll want to ear you play his bass. He'll be quite impressed by you, and star trying to convince you to join the Pop Music Club and/or convince you to let him teach you how to do scream vocals with him. If (for some reason) you'll show interest on that last one, Lilia will certainly be delighted. And the other three will be... probably desperate. For the first time, Malleus Draconia will be afraid of a human. If not, (your vocal cords will be thankful) that wouldn’t surprise Lilia, but it will start to be one of the things he uses to mess with you.
If not and (like me) you have absolutely 0 music skills, he’ll tell you that’s no problem and that he himself was like you some time ago. And, of course, ask you if you’d like to try some chords on his bass. “Would you rather a kind and easy lesson, or hard and strenuous training?” (Canon line, not mine) Let’s hope you’re a sane person and chose the first option, shall we.
You know about him saying he's good at lullabies, but you’re too afraid to ask. So, you’d ask Silver and Malleus instead just to make sure if it’s not another “I’m a great cook” thing. If they tell you that, despite everything you heard, that is true, you gain courage to ask if you could ear him sing one of those.
When he starts singing and you discover that his voice suit lullabies perfectly, you slowly start to fall asleep and maybe even end up laying your head on Lilia's shoulder. Then, he'll look at you, playfully smirking, open his mouth one more time and be desperately stopped by Silver's hand shutting him up. “Don’t, father! Not with (Y/N)!”; “Don’t you dare wake up the Child of man with your called vocal screams.” Malleus intervened.
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P.S.: If you are curious to know how Lilia would sing a lullaby, look for his voice actor: Hikaru Midorikawa singing Love is a Song. ;)
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If you would like to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX
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okay😭😭 can you do a tom x reader where tom, bill, y/n,gustav, and georg are at a friends party. y/n and bill are hanging out with each other, drinking and telling each other jokes yk, then tom notices and gets jealous? thinking him and y/n are “flirting”.
also i love your writing 😭
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T. KAULITZ x READER
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★ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you having fun at a party until a certain someone gets jealous
★ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: mentions of alcohol, cigarettes/smoking
★ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: thanks for the request!
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your friend mila was hosting a party and all your mutual friends were invited. you didn’t know who exactly was going to be there but you knew you would see some familiar faces. you were running errands before mila called you, “can you come help set up the party tonight with me?” she asked. “sure! i’m actually out right now, do you need me to pick up anything?” you asked. “some drinks would be nice,” she said. so you were know at the liquor store, putting whatever you could find in your basket before heading over to mila’s place.
when you finally got there he place was a mess. “what happened here?” you asked, slighting shocked to see the dirty apartment. “i haven’t gotten around to cleaning, can you help me?” she asked. you sighed and started picking trash up from the floor. an hour later her house was now clean and it was time to set up the party. you laid out all the drinks and made sure there were enough cups. “you should probably put all your valuable things away,” you suggested to mila. you and mila finished setting up the beer pong table before the guests arrived. the first to show up were your friends terry and angela.
then followed a lot more guests before finally tokio hotel arrived. you didn’t know that they were coming and you started freaking out since you had a massive crush on tom and you didn’t look the best at the moment. “mila why didn’t you tell me they were coming?” you asked frantically combing your hair. “uhm can i change into one of your dresses?” you asked looking down at your casual jeans and a t-shirt. “yeah sure you know where my room is,” mila said before going over to some of her friends.
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you walked into her room and closed the door. the music was muffled now which gave you a clearer headspace to think with. you looked at all of her dresses and chose a tight and short black dress. you quickly changed and hurried back to the party. “damn you look good,” mila said. you guys laughed together and went to go get drinks. “let’s go over to the couches,” you said after you both got your drinks. when you got to the couches. you saw bill and tan over to him, sitting down on the seat next to his. “hey bill!” you said enthusiastically since you we’re happy to see him. “where are the others?” you asked. “oh there somewhere, i know tom’s over there though,” he said pointing to the kitchen. you blushed at the sight of tom and immediately turned away when you guys made eye contact.
you and bill started talking and making jokes and as the two of you did you felt eyes on you. it was a really creepy feeling so you suggested you guys love some where else. “do you want to go play beer pong?” you asked bill, he nodded and you guys started walking. you looked around and realized that the started were from tom and you wondered what was up with him since he looked, mad? a few games of beer pong later, you and bill were now incredibly drunk. the two of you decided to go out on the rooftop for some cigarettes. when you two got up there you realized that neither of you had a lighter so bill went down to go find one.
a few minutes after bill left tom approached you and you were very nervous. your face turned slightly red as he started speaking. “do you like bill?” he asked bluntly. you were now shocked because you obviously had a crush on him. “what? bill? what are you talking about?” you asked in confusion. “i saw the way you guys were talking, you were totally flirting with him” he said. “i was just joking with, bill’s my friend,” you said chuckling. “sure,” tom said as he looked away.
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“why do you even care?” you asked tom. he was shocked by the question and didn’t answer. “are you jealous or something?” you asked while laughing. “of course i’m not,” he said. tom was a bad liar and you could obviously tell by his tone and body language that he was hiding something. “i like you tom, not bill,” you drunkenly confessed. tom was speechless, “you’re drunk ______.” he said. “i’m not, i swear. i’ve liked you since we first met,” you said while laughing before going back inside to go find bill, leaving tom standing there in shock. he didn’t quite believe since first of all, you were drunk and second of all, you said it so calmly and suddenly. the next morning you woke up to mila cleaning and vacuuming. “finally cleaning?” you asked while laughing. your head hurt a lot and you had no memory of yesterday.
“ugh do you remember what happened yesterday?” you asked mila, getting up to go get a glass of water. “well i had that party and apparently you confessed to tom,” she said with a chuckle. you were silent, “what? i did what to tom?” you asked in shock. “oh my god, no,” you said as you frantically searched for your phone. you finally remembered last night on the roof top and your face turned red. “who else knows?” you asked mila. “just me and tom i guess, you were bragging to me all night,” she said.
“ughhh stop,” you said putting to hands over your face. “oh by the way they’re coming over in a few minutes,” mila said. “what?? why?” you asked. “breakfast,” mila said with a smile. you knew that she had invited them on purpose and immediately got up to go get changed. “i can’t believe you,” you said before storing off to the bathroom. a few minutes later they showed up, you were still in the bathroom even though you were finished changing. you just wanted to avoid tom at all costs because you didn’t know what to say to him. in the end, you decided to just apologize and use your drunkenness as an excuse.
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you walked out of the bathroom and to the kitchen. “hey guys,” you said awkwardly before taking a seat next to mila. “look, tom whatever i said to you last night, i was drunk and i’m sorry,” you said as everyone except mila and tom. tom smirked at you before replying. “apologize for saying what?” he asked, obviously acting dumb. “you know, what i said on the roof yesterday,” you explained. “i don’t think i know,” he said with a big smile mastered on his face. “when i confessed to you last night,” you screamed, frustrated now.
everyone looked shocked as the room became silent. “i’m sorry,” you said before running back to the bathroom. “what’s wrong with you?” you heard jolie ask tom from a distance. seconds later you heard someone at the door, it was tom. “can i come in?” he asked. “no,” you replied. you heard him sigh and he opened the door. “______, i was just joking,” he said. “let’s just forget about,” you said. “i like you too,” he said laughing. “what?” you asked, shocked to hear what he had just said. “i said i like you too,” he said again but a little louder. “whatever,” you said before smirking and pulling him in for a kiss.
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nightfang22 · 1 year
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Get Angry
As a special treat for my friend @p34ch-tr33 who always pulls out my best work! Enjoy!
TW:Angst,smut insinuation,alcohol,18+
A tear runs down my cheek as I blow out the last candle on the cake. 20 candles nearly completely melted, wax mixed with icing, I sat alone in the dark as I waited for him. He should've been here 5 hours ago. Kenny promised this year would be different. He promised. I scroll through my Snapchat just looking at people's stories and watching dog videos. I clicked on Stan's story expecting to see cute photos of Sparky or videos with Wendy. What I saw broke my heart. Stan's story was filled with nothing but videos of a party at Kenny's house. I could see Wendy and Bebe taking shots and Cartman and Heidi making out. Butters was hitting on some poor drunk girl in the corner and Kyle was playing video games. Craig and Tweek were watching Jimmy break dance on a cardboard box in the middle of the room. I choked back a hard sob stuck in my throat but ultimately I failed. Then I remembered what my father told me when I was little: Don't cry, get mad. And when you get mad, get even. I picked myself up and brushed myself off, tossing the ruined cake in the garbage before fixing my makeup. I grabbed my keys and sped off in my car to Kenny's house.
Ever since Kenny's dad got that oil rig job and is never home anymore, Kenny hasn't really been Kenny. We used to celebrate each other's birthdays together all the time when we were kids but he's missed the last couple of years. He always made it up to me in the end but this time he completely forgot and didn't invite me to his party! I'll show him. I pull into Kenny's driveway and get out of my car. I knock on the door but there's no answer. 'Maybe the music is too loud for them to hear anything else?' So I knock again but louder. Stan opens the door looking back over his shoulder laughing at something before turning his head to face me. His eyes widen in shock. "(Y/N), what are you doing here?" He has a glass in his hand that has a golden brown liquid in it. I relieve him of his glass and down it. 'Hm, Kenny's dad's Scotch from the fancy liquor cabinet.' "I just came to say hi to Kenny and to remind him of the date. You know, since he didn't invite me to his little shindig." I said through gritted teeth. Stan is just staring at me dumbfounded before saying, "What? Kenny told us you couldn't make it cause you were sick. Everyone was asking about you." I smile softly and hug him. That makes me feel a teensy bit better. "Thank you, Stan. Where's Kenny?" I ask, my voice now calm and soft. Stan steps aside to let me in and points over to his dad's recliner where Kenny is sat watching Kyle play Nintendo. I give Stan back the empty glass and march over to Kenny. I stand in front of him, blocking his view of Kyle's game. I see his eyes widen for but a moment before I kick him square in the junk. "KENNY MCCORMICK, YOU ARE THE WORST FRIEND AND BIGGEST ASSHOLE I'VE EVER MET AND THAT SAYS SOMETHING CONSIDERING WE'VE KNOWN CARTMAN OUR WHOLE GODDAMN LIVES!" I scream at him in front of everyone. He's not wearing his parka so I have a full view of his face and just how red his cheeks are from embarrassment. The music suddenly stops and the whole room falls silent as everyone has their eyes on us. "NOT ONLY DO YOU THROW A PARTY AND TELL EVERYONE I'M SICK BUT YOU FORGET MY GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING BIRTHDAY FOR THE THIRD YEAR IN A MOTHERFUCKING ROW, YOU PIECE OF ABSOLUTE DOGSHIT! I HOPE YOU GET TOSSED ONTO A PIKE YOU SON OF A BITCH! I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU GUYS BUT I THINK THAT KENNY KABOBS SOUND PRETTY GODDAMN GOOD RIGHT ABOUT NOW!" And I kick him square in the junk one more time. Just for good measure, of course. "Okay everyone, let the party continue! It is my birthday, after all!" I slit my eyes in Kenny's direction when I say the word 'birthday'.
     The music starts up again and everyone goes back to partying like nothing even happened. I walked into the kitchen to pour myself a heavy drink when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I roll my eyes sighing. Spinning around, I say "Kenny, I'm not sorry for kicking you in the balls and I'm especially not sorry for crashing your party, either." But when I spin around I am not met with blonde hair and blue-green eyes. I am met with messy black hair peeking out of a cute blue hat. "I'm not sorry you did either of those things, too. He really deserved it." It's Craig. I look up at his rather tall frame. Craig has towered over me since we were little. "Oh, sorry. I thought you were Kenny." He fakes being wounded in the chest. "Ouch, (Y/N). That bad, huh?" I could only laugh at his cheesy joke and brush his arm as I reply, "Nah, you're way cuter." His cheeks turn bright pink and that's when I notice Kenny watching out of the corner of my eye. I wrap my arms around Craig's neck and pull him in. We start to makeout and he has me pressed up against the wall. I break away only to pull him up the staircase to Kenny's bedroom. I open the door as Craig takes off his shirt. I turn to him as he pins me to the door, shutting it. He pulls my shirt off and unclasps my bra. He moves me to the bed and takes his hat off, placing it gently atop my head. Removing my skirt and undergarments, Craig kisses his way up my legs before he has me pinned beneath him. I never thought that my first time would be like this. As a revenge tactic with someone I didn't love. Especially not with Craig Tucker. He's leaning down to kiss me again when the door slams wide open. Kenny bursts through the door and pulls Craig off of me by the back of his head, slamming him into the wall. I jump up to my elbows. It appears that Craig is rendered unconscious. He's still breathing at least. I can see his chest moving rhythmically. I stare at Kenny as his head turns to me, his breathing hot and heavy. I can see why. He has a raging boner in his jeans. He pulls off his shirt and crawls on top of me. We make very intense and intimate eye contact for a few silent moments. "I'm sorry, (Y/N). I shouldn't have forgotten." I clear my throat. "Or lied to everyone about you being sick. Can you please forgive me?" Kenny gives me his best puppy eyes, the ones that always got me to do whatever he wanted when we were little and even still to this day. "Okay, fine. I'll forgive you." He smiled at me softly kissing me on the lips. "You weren't really about to give away what's mine to Craig, right?" I shake my head while giggling. He chuckles. "Good. Now let me give you your birthday gift." He strips his bottoms and I flip him over. "Let me." I whisper. I get real close to his face before I whisper, "Nice try, asshole." I sit back up and slap him across the face. "You could never have me no matter how bad you want me, McCormick." I spit in his face as I got up, Craig's hat still atop my head. I saunter over to the door taking a final turn to look at Kenny. "You'd just die on me anyways, you fucking flip phone." Those were the last words I ever spoke to Kenny McCormick as I left him laying there confused and sexually frustrated with his cock out in a room with an unconscious Craig.
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scaredycatqlt · 3 months
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Platonic Kenny x reader! Ty!!!!!!!^^
Dude, I love you./p We NEED more platonic South Park content!!!!
Kenny X Reader [PLATONIC!]
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Okay, first of all, I am tired of people saying he’s some ‘bad boy who smokes’ HE IS NOT‼️‼️ (but I respect ur HC.) Even as a teenager, he just isn’t. He’s such a sweet boy :(((
You guys could’ve met a lot of different ways, but honestly the most likely IMO is when he just take a a break from the other three assholes/nm
You guys become friends pretty quickly, and he’s a little surprised at how well you treat him.
When the other three finally notice Kenny hanging out with you they are JEALOUS. But they aren’t gonna admit that. They just make backhanded comments about you and Kenny being a thing.
He’ll listen to any of your problems and be supportive <3 this isn’t even a HC, this is literally canon.
Once he’s comfortable enough (maybe like a week or so of being friends) he’ll start coming over to your house. He likes using it as an escape from the other three and his family.
You guys play video games together on any consoles you have
If you invite him to stay over for dinner?? He will GLADLY accept. He’s kinda like a dog, feed him and he will never leave lol.
If you have little siblings he is so stoked to meet them. Might pay more attention to them than he does to you….only for a bit tho!
You guys will play dress up together. This is non-negotiable and it happens at one point or another.
Oh my GOD if you get things for him???!!!
Literally flabbergasted bro. “Really? For me? :D”
On the other hand, doesn’t really want you to come over to his house. He doesn’t want you making fun of him. :((
If you get along with his sister you are officially his best friend.
If you’re a girl, he asks you for advice on girls. What they like and stuff.
Tells you about his totally awesome and full-proof plans to get lucky with the ladies.
Super so supportive, cannot stress this enough. If you’re ever crying he is there and patting you on the back. you don’t eat lunch with the main four since you’re not ‘one of the guys ™️’ but there are days where he just eats lunch with you. Mainly when his friends are being super unbearable.
Sleepovers are a MUST. Mainly at your house though, he really doesn’t want you over at his place because of his parentsss…..
Defends you from Cartman
Occasionally borrows your stuff-never without asking ofc.
He plays games on your phone. Just imagine you two waiting in line and he’s just like “hey dude do you have games on your phone?” And you just hand it to him.
In general, you’re his safe spot for when things are a lot. Of course you two occasionally have wacky adventures of your own, but you’re a nice change of pace from his normal three friends.
Sorry if these weren’t that great, I wrote them while really anxious ^^’
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slytherinsallows · 5 months
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Sleepover in the ROR 🌶️
(mc x seb x ominis x garreth slightly nsfw drabble , possible part 2? 👀)
A/N: Ever thought about how a sleepover with these three would end? I wasn’t really sure where I was going with this but enjoy anyway ;)
“So happy you invited us all over for a sleepover mc!” Garreth chirped as he dragged his duvet and pillows into the room.
“Yes, this’ll make a lovely change from the slytherin boys dorm room…” ominis added as he made his bed up in the corner of the room next to Sebastian.
“Hey! Are you saying you don’t love sleeping in the bed next to me every night.” Sebastian chucked at his best friend, nudging him playfully.
Ominis rolled his eyes and tutted as he plumped his pillow. “It’s no problem boys”, Mc replied, “It’s the least I could do for how much you’ve all helped me settle in this year” she smiled warmly. “Did I ever tell you that I had the biggest crush on you when I first met you in DATDA clsss?” Sebastian smirked, as if this thought had never been spilled from his mouth before.
“Had?” Garreth scoffed.
“Only about 10,000 times Sebastian.” Ominis replied, unimpressed at his flirtatious attempts towards mc, which were a daily occurrence by now.
Sebastian groaned. “Oh you two ruin all my fun… mc loves to hear this story more than I love looking at her pretty face” he licked his lips.
Mc hit him playfully. “Now…” she started, turning around to rummage in the cupboards. As she leaned over she gave the boys a perfect view of her ass, teasingly covered by some skimpy pyjama shorts, how soft and peachy it looked, how it jiggled slightly as she went on her tip toes to reach. Of course, Ominis was oblivious to the view , but the boy wasn’t stupid, almost feeling the heat radiating off Garreth and Sebastian’s cheeks as they watched her in awe.
“What’s a sleepover without a little alcohol?” She giggled, turning back around with an armful of drinks. She chucked all the boys a drink before grabbing some snacks to go with it, sitting cross legged on the floor while munching away on her popcorn. Sebastian quickly finished his first, playing with the empty bottle in his hands. (I think you can see where this is going 🙈)
“We should play spin the bottle!” He suggested.
“Uh sure! But you know you’ll have to kiss each other if the bottle doesn’t land on me…” Mc giggled at his idea, curious to their reaction if they had to kiss eachother.
“Oh shit yeah” Sebastian laughed his obliviousness off before pausing and shrugging. “What the hell. It’s worth if I have a chance to kiss you” he smirked.
“And who says I was up for this?” Ominis exclaimed, wide eyed and cheeks flushed.
“I think we need to get some more shots into Ominis.” Garreth said, “I’m definitely in.”
“I don’t need alcohol to be persuaded into doing something. I can make that decision on my own!” He said, crossing his arms in a pout.
There was silence. “Okay then you can just listen to the sound of our lips smacking together” Sebastian joked as he grabbed the bottle.
“Okay fine. I’ll play”
“That’s what I thought” Sebastian chuckled whilst all of them gathered in a circle.
“Ladies first” Garreth smiled, gesturing for Mc to begin the game, earning him an eye roll.
“Okay” she said, leaning forward slowly, her perfectly round breasts peaking out the top of her pyjama vest as she did so, giving the two sighted boys a view. She traced her fingers over the glass seductively before spinning it, excited yet nervous as to who it could land on.
Her eyes met Sebastian’s lips as it curved into a sly smile, watching as the bottle slowed teasingly, before finally stopping, pointing at Sebastians crotch which she couldn’t help but now stare at. He already looked so big through his trousers, and no kissing had commenced yet. Or maybe he was naturally like that and she hadn’t noticed until now.
“You hexed it” Garreth rolled his eyes at Seb, snapping Mc out of her trance.
“What? Did it land on me?” Ominis asked innocently, unable to tell.
“Bitter are we? Don’t worry Garreth, wait till it’s me and you.” He teased, making Garreth break out into a confused blush while answering Ominis’ question.
Sebastian crept forward towards Mc slowly on his hands and knees, licking his lips as he did, like a hungry wolf with sights on its prey. Mc tried to hold back her blush as she copied him, crawling until their faces were inches apart and she could feel Sebastian’s hot breath against her perfectly plump lips.
Sebastian stopped to caress her face, tucking a strand of stray hair behind her ear before delving into her, nibbling on her lip playfully as she kissed back. His lips tasted of wild strawberries, Mc savouring the taste as he bit down on her bottom lip, earning him an exasperated moan. She reluctantly pulled away for breath, panting lightly as she fiddled with the buttons on her vest, which were barely keeping her breasts from spilling out. Her erect nipples were painfully obvious now.
“That was so fucking hot.” Sebastian whined, an even bigger bulge forming below his trousers now. “Why didn’t we do that sooner?” He teased, his eyes wandering to her breasts, his head running wild with dirty thoughts.
Mc tried her best to compose herself before Garreth hastily grabbed the bottle, desperate to experience what Sebastian just had. She watched intently, trying to prepare herself for if Garreth landed on her too.
“Okay… now if I spin it like this at this speed then I’ll definitely-“
“Oh for fucks sake just spin it Garreth” Ominis groaned, clearly frustrated with this game for how embarrassingly hard it had already made him just spectating.
Garreth spun it, everyone falling silent in suspense. Garreths smile dropped as it landed on Sebastian yet again. “This bottle really does like me” Sebastian laughed.
“Okay. Come here Weasley”
“No no no…” Garreth laughed awkwardly.
“That was the rules Garreth, you all agreed to it knowing you might have to kiss eachother” Mc explained, secretly enjoying this.
“Fuck” garreth cursed as Sebastian began to crawl over to him, loving every moment of teasing him. The two had definitely had their arguments in the past, bickering at any inconvenience they could find between them and when they weren’t doing that, they were fighting over Mc. So let’s just say there’s some…tension… between them.
Sebastian pinned Garreth down playfully, staring down at him, his signature smirk painted across his facem enjoying having this control over the redhead. Garreth groaned, trying his best NOT to enjoy this scenario. Garreth braced himself as Sebastian’s lips locked with his, expecting him to just peck him on the lips but the boy had other plans. Garreth moaned into the kiss as Sebastian lightly tugged at his hair, his other hand finding itself on his neck. Garreths hair was super sensitive, it was part of the reason he liked to keep it long, as he always craved having it pulled so this was pure torture for him.
Sebastian broke away, wiping the excess saliva off his lips as he did so.
“Fuck Sallow,” Garreth breathed, frozen in the position he’d been left in, submissive and exposed.
“Did I surprise you Weasley?” He laughed, looking to Ominis and Mc for their reactions.
“Wow… it looked like you needed that to release the years of arguments you guys have pent up” she giggled. Watching that had made her ridiculously wet, and it was starting to show through her shorts.
Ominis was confused. Listening to his two best friends making out was making him feel a certain way, something he couldn’t put his finger on. He had put it down to his nerves but now he wasn’t so sure…
“My poor Ominis… All left out from this” Sebastian said, handing him the bottle.
“Let’s see if you can guess who you land on”
Ominis held his breath as he spun the bottle, whoever would kiss him would be a surprise, as he wouldn’t be able to see it coming or even brace himself. It was nerve wracking.
He ran a hand through his now, slightly messy, blonde hair as he waited patiently for a set of lips to move against his.
To his surprise two sets appeared, one on his lips yes, but one on his neck too…
The bottle had landed between two of them…
“Fuck wha-“ he moaned into the kiss, confused but visibly enjoying this from how much his cock was pulsing. The set of lips on his face were too soft and delicate to be anyone but mc and the ones on his neck felt rough and messy, like you’d expect of a guy…
The lips pulled away, giggling softly in unison as he frantically tried to work out who was left out from this equation.
“Mc and…Sebastian?” He ventured, honestly just guessing at this point.
“Nope…” Sebastian smirked.
“Though you should be honoured he thought it was me Weasley” he laughed.
“Shut up sallow. Sorry if I got carried away Gaunt” Garreth apologised, admiring the fresh hickeys he has left on the boys neck.
“It’s fine… and as for you dear,” he turned to Mc who was silently enjoying all of this,
“Those lips are to die for” he groaned.
“Die for? I’d kill for them on me any day” Sebastian shrugged.
Mc couldn’t take this anymore. She had to have them.
“Then just take me” she shrugged simply.
“Excuse me?” Ominis questioned, trying to hide his pulsating cock under his blazer.
“All of you. Have your way with me. Right now” she begged, finally admitting defeat and giving into her hornyness, flopping across all of their laps, grasping at their clothes pathetically.
Garreths cheeks were redder than his hair.
“Now that’s what I wanted to hear.” Sebastian smirked.
Part two? 👀
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Closer Than Flesh - Beginning
The hit points of the boss, a big menacing demon guy, melt away with every well placed hit. Sword swing, sword swing, dodge roll to avoid the flame breath. Alright. Jake leans forward and gently bites the top of his tongue. Another sword swing. Healing Potion. There comes the next flame breath.
Suddenly, the doorbell rings. It only takes the second of distraction for Jake to miss the next dodge roll, resulting in a black screen with red letters "You died."
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Jake almost throws the controller at the screen, as the doorbell goes again, followed by knocks on the door.
When Jake opens the door, he sees his childhood friend Skyler beaming at him. Skyler is half a head taller than Jake and has a hairstyle that can best be described as "exploded", a stark contrast to Jake's carefully styled dark hair.
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"What took you so long?" Skyler asks jokingly while stepping inside.
Jake looks back at the TV and sighs before answering.
"I was busy," he says with a hint of annoyance in his voice.
Skyler nods and sits down on the couch without invitation. "I see. Not very successful, though."
Jake and Skyler have known each other for a really long time now, practically since kindergarten. Both are in their mid-twenties now, but they still hang out like old times. They've been friends for so long that neither can remember how it started exactly.
Both of them are not very fit (although Jake at least has a gym membership he almost never used) and have somewhat nerdy hobbies. While Jake is a huge fan of video games, Skyler dabbles in photography - and 'urban exploration' as he calls it.
"So. How was Europe? Spain or Russia or something, right?" Jake asks, plopping down on the couch next to his friend.
"Romania, dumbass!" replies the other man with the wild brown hair. "Russia is not even IN Europe."
Jake rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "Whatever, I don't care where you were."
Skyler grins from ear to ear and claps his hands together. "Well, dude, you should. Because you won't believe what I found in some deserted mansion back there."
"What?"
"A Sigil Stone."
Jake blinks several times before sitting up straight. "A what now?"
"I'm not sure! But it has this weird symbol carved into it, like a sigil. So, I called it the Sigil Stone."
"So let me get this straight. You went backpacking for weeks in some backwater country and all you brought back is... a stone."
"Pretty much."
Jake groans loudly and puts his face in his palms. "Why do I even bother talking to you sometimes?"
"Because you're my friend, duh!" Skyler laughs and punches Jake lightly on the shoulder. Even though Jake is playing the annoyed one pretty convincingly, he has to grin for a moment, that boyish grin that always makes Skyler's heart skip a beat. Skyler has recently discovered that he is gay - and that he has a huge crush on his friend. However, since he knows well that Jake is straight and doesn't want to risk their relationship, Skyler has kept quiet about both facts.
"Alright, alright. So, did you at least bring your special stone here?" Jake says while trying to sound entirely uninterested.
"Oh yeah, of course!" Skyler pulls a small pouch out of his pocket and starts rummaging through it. He finds what he is looking for and holds it out for Jake to see.
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It is a weathered stone with a metallic looking symbol on it, reminding Jake somewhat of a heart shape, although the symbol is not closed on one side.
"Do you know what that symbol means?", he asks.
"Nope", Skyler answers. "I looked it up and it's like it doesn't even exist."
"Okay, so... just a pretty stone then? What does it do?"
"Ohhh, it does stuff. Watch this."
Skyler grabs the stone again and holds it in his hand. He closes his eyes as if he is concentrating on a difficult problem. Jake starts a snarky remark but stops quickly when he notices that the symbol on the stone begins to glow in a dark red color.
"What does it..." he begins to say but is brought out of his concept when he raises his eyes to his friend's face again. All of a sudden, all of Skyler’s hair has turned bright green.
"Wooha." Jake stares at his friend in disbelief. "Is that... the stone?"
"Yeah!" Skyler beams proudly. "Neat, huh?"
He concentrates again, and his hair color returns to normal.
"Is it... magic?"
"I think so," Skyler says. "I've been experimenting with it for the past few days and I'm slowly getting the hang of it. I didn't manage to do other stuff than changing my hair yet, but perhaps it only needs practice. Imagine how cool it would be to conjure a huge flatscreen out of thin air!"
Jake shakes his head and chuckles. "You're such an idiot."
"And you're not?" Skyler asks, raising his eyebrows.
"No, I am not."
"Yeah right. Oh!" Skyler hits his forehead and starts to take off his shirt. "I almost didn't show you the weirdest thing."
He turns around and shows Jake the back of his left shoulder. On it, there is a dark red tattoo in the same shape as that symbol.
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"You got a matching tattoo?" Jake asks.
Skyler shakes his head. "No. Well, yes, obviously I did, but it just appeared on its own."
"Don't you think that's dangerous? I mean that stone does things to you we obviously don't understand." Jake asks with his voice full of concern.
"Nah, it's just a tattoo. Probably nothing. What do you say, do you want to experiment a bit?"
Jake reluctantly agrees. Over the course of the next few hours, Skyler experiments with his stone, changing his hair color and style, even trying to give himself a bear or making his ears bigger - with moderate success. Apparently, it is more difficult to use the stone than it looks like. Even though Skyler offers, Jake declines using the stone himself or let Skyler try to use it on him. He is not yet convinced of the items safety and does not want to make a rush decision.
Finally, it has gotten late, and Skyler is exhausted from all the experimenting.
"Do you mind if I crash at yours for tonight?" he asks, stifling a yawn. It was nothing new for the both of them. Jake has a large double bed and don't mind letting his friend sleep on the other side. Sometimes, Skyler wonders if that would change if Jake knew of his sexuality.
"Sure."
Skyler nods gratefully and wastes no time crawling into bed, falling asleep instantly, his hand still closed around the sigil stone.
At some later point, Skyler wakes up briefly as Jake comes into bed as well, of course keeping a respectful distance. Still, Skyler can feel his body heat or at least he imagines he can feel it. God, Jake is such a great guy. He just wishes he could be close to him forever. He just feels so safe and good in the presence of Jake. How great would it be if they could, someday, become even closer...
With these happy thoughts, Skyler drifts back to sleep.
The next morning, Skyler wakes up to a sudden movement of his environment. All around him, it's dark, warm and a bit damp. He can't see anything, but he feels himself being covered by fabric. Did he crawl under the sheets entirely in his sleep? However, as Skyler tries to free himself from the bedding, he finds himself unable to. His struggling movements seem to do way less than he is used to. Had he tangled himself? He tries to move again, this time with more force, provoking some movement in the fabric around him.
Suddenly, his whole world is shaking. A gigantic force squeezes his environment together and tosses him around, miraculously without hurting him. Nevertheless, Skyler shrieks in terror.
"Skyler? What's wrong?" Jake's voice sounds sleepy and worried, but there is more wrong to it. It comes from a weird direction.
"Skyler? Where are you man?" The voice is less sleepy now and more worried.
"I'm right here, in your bed!" Skyler exclaims, as, again, his world massively shifts. Where before he was lying on his back, the world turns now, leaving him hanging upside down, while his feet are still firmly attached to the bed.
"I can't see you! What's going on?" Jakes voice is now coming distinctively from above. More movement, Skyler is tossed to the side and back again. Miraculously, even though his mind tells him he should be sick from all that shaking, he isn't. Suddenly, a gap of light opens in the fabric tent around him, and Skyler can see the outside. It's still Jakes bedroom, but it has grown considerably over night. Everything he can see through the small gap is positively huge. His eye level seems to be one, perhaps one and a half meters above ground. The room itself is about ten times larger than it had been when they went to bed last night.
As he slowly gets his bearings, Skyler realizes that he is hanging in mid-air inside his fabric prison, held in place by his feet, which are attached to a warm firm surface. With the added light, Skyler is able to recognize more of his surroundings now. There is a mat of gigantic hair around him, with him in the fabric tent. Also, besides it being damp, it also smells... good. Skyler takes a double take. Yes, of course he knows the smell. It smells just like... Jake.
Suddenly, it clicks in Skyler’s mind. That couldn't be, right? Absolutely positively no way.
"Turn around, Jake", Skyler asks. Sure enough, shortly after, he and his black fabric prison are spun around, the small gap now showing a different part of Jakes bedroom.
"I still can't see you, Sky! Are you playing some kind of game?"
Skyler gulps. "Okay, I think I know where I am. Ehm. And there is really no easy way to say this, so... For some fucking reason, I think I am your... dick right now."
That is only half true. Although he doesn't know for sure, he remembers his lazy thoughts from last night. Had he still be holding the magic stone? But this was big, way bigger than changing his hair color!
"You are... what?!" Suddenly, light engulfs Skyler, as his fabric constrains are pulled down abruptly, exposing him to the air.
"Holy shit! Is that you?" He sees Jakes huge face looking at him from above, the disbelief clearly showing.
"Well, what does it look like?" Skyler asked sarcastically and looks up towards giant Jake.
"To be honest... just like a dick. But it... you? are huge. Way bigger than usual, I mean."
"Like a dick? Can you show me?" Skyler asks and Jake nods.
"Hold on a moment, this is crazy." Jake moves to the wardrobe where there is a large mirror in one of the doors. As he walks, Skyler feels himself swinging slightly from side to side.
Looking into the mirror, Skyler can indeed confirm what Jake said. In the reflection, he can only see Jake with his cock out, no sign of Skyler. But then again, the dick hanging between his legs is way bigger than what he remembers from the rare times he has seen Jake naked.
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"This is nuts!" Skyler says.
"Or at least right next to them." Jake says, his sense of humor slowly returning. "Okay, so this is clearly because of that magic stone of yours. I told you not to play around with it. Now, undo it!"
"I don't know how. And I don't have the stone on me. It's probably still where I slept."
Jake rummages through the sheets for a bit until finally finding the stone. He lets out a relieved sigh. "I somehow thought it would have disappeared for some reason. Now, how are we going to do this? Do I just hold the stone against you, and you do your magic concentrating stuff?"
Without waiting for an answer, Jake does exactly that. Skyler feels the cold surface of the stone pressed against his body, contracting a bit under the contact with the cold material. Nevertheless, he concentrates hard on being a human again. He pictures himself in his old body, wishing really hard to return to his prior form.
"Dude, it's not doing anything. It's not even glowing!" Jake exclaims. After a few minutes, Skyler gives up.
"Perhaps it doesn't work for dicks." he says. Until now it had been an exotic and interesting experience, but now, Skyler begins to feel afraid. What if he cannot change back? "Can you try it?"
"I hate you!" comes the response from Jake, but he takes the stone up to his eye level.
"So, do I just... Wish?"
"You need to concentrate on what you want to do and then, yeah, basically just wish."
For a few moments, nothing happens, and Skyler grows impatient. However, he doesn't want to interrupt Jake's concentration.
"Okay, it, like lit up for some moments, but it didn't work." Jake summarizes.
"At least it did something! Keep trying!"
"I tried, okay?! It's just really hard concentrating in this situation."
Skyler shuts up and gives Jake a bit of silence. It takes one or two more minutes, before he hears Jake's voice again.
"Okay, this stupid thing is not working. And I can't concentrate because..." his voice trails off, and Skyler thinks he can hear a hint of embarrassment.
"Why, what's wrong?" He asks, trying to be helpful.
"Because I have to piss really bad!" Jake responds.
It takes Skyler more than one moment to recognize the problem with this situation. "Oh." He comments and pauses again.
"But I'm sure I can hold it in longer..." begins Jake, but simultaneously, Skyler begins: "Can't you hold it for some more..."
"Yes, now shut up, let's get you out of my dick quickly!" Jake concentrates really hard now, but it is no use. His bladder is bursting, and the situation is so fucked up. His best friend is suddenly his dick because of a magic stone! Yesterday at this time he didn't even believe in magic!
"It's no use, I *need* to pee. Sorry Sky!" Jake really is. That must be the worst situation one can be in, but somehow, it's his own fault. He shouldn't have played around with that stone.
Jake hurries to the bathroom and flips up the toilet seat. "I'll try to make it quick, okay? Are you ready?"
Skyler doesn't suppose there is anyone ever ready for being a dick, let alone used to pee through. Still, there are little options. So, he just says: "Ready when you are."
For a long moment nothing happens. Skyler supposes it's not entirely easy to relax if you know your dick is another person, but in the end, the bladder always wins. Skyler notices a rush of pressure building in his... base that quickly proceeds throughout his body until it reaches his head. It feels a lot like vomiting, only without the sick feeling. In fact, the feeling is not entirely unpleasant, relieving if he needs to put it. However, as the stream of urine erupts from his mouth, Skyler learns a valuable lesson. He can still taste.
Jake's morning piss tastes strongly and acridly as it pours out of Skyler’s mouth and hits the toilet bowl with a loud splashing sound. The taste is really revolting, but Skyler endures. It's not like he has much choice in that matter. Finally, after what feels like several minutes, the stream trickles down and stops, leaving behind an aftertaste. Skyler feels himself being shaken dry, some drops flying from him into the toilet before Jake uses the flush.
"Dude. You need to drink more." Skyler comments drily. "Now get back to wishing."
Welcome to my next longer story series, where we follow the life of Jake and Skyler for a bit. As usual, there will be a lot of different transformations included. Enjoy! You can read the next episode here.
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lfghughes · 10 months
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Half My Fault
a/n: hahaha why am i such a simp for these kind of storylines. Also thank you to the anon who requested this. Peep that John ft though, i had to
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You had met Nico years ago through a mutual friend and by that you meant you had dated one of his friends. You were all in the same friend group and over the years you had become close to Nico, he had been someone you had come to trust and he genuinely became one of your friends. When you and your boyfriend ended up splitting it rocked the friend group, many of them choosing him in the break up but Nico didn’t play that game. He continued being friends with him but also you.
Your friendship with each other had only grown after that, now you two were spending a lot of time on your own versus being in a group. Then one night things had escalated slightly to a point where you realized there were shared feelings. What you didn’t want was for Nico to lose his friendship with his friend because of this and he also was conflicted about the whole situation so you both decided it was better to remain as friends.
Even though this was decided everyone still thought there was something more there with the way you two acted. You never crossed the line with one another but you were both affectionate. His hand usually finding your lower back when he was walking through crowds with you. Snuggling on your couch or his while watching a movie. But there were never any more kisses or anything past just that.
It worked but slowly over the past few weeks you had noticed Nico distancing himself a little bit and before one of his games you came to learn why. He had stopped by your place after his practice and invited you to his game later. “By the way, I’ve been seeing someone. She’s going to be there tonight too. It’s her first time but I figured you could kind of hang out and show her around so she doesn’t get too overwhelmed.” You smiled and nodded your head at him but there was a dull pain in your heart from his words.
Nico had gotten you both seats close to the tunnel they came out of and you were trying your best in talking to the girl he had been seeing but it was hard. You knew you had no right to be upset or jealous but you were. The game came and went and you were proud of your best friend for playing a good, so much so that he won first star of the night but you saw the way he looked up at her. The way he winked at her as he walked out to the ice and you were sick to your stomach.
Yet you still held yourself together as you showed her where he would be after the game. You felt like you were out of your body, just wanting to be home so you could cry about all of it but you needed to act normal. When Nico came out, he hugged you and then moved on to her before you all walked outside to the parking lot. His arm remained around her as you watched all the little things he did so naturally. The way he pressed a kiss to the top of her head, the way he smiled down at her.
“Hey, we’re all going out for some drinks, want to come? You can ride with us.” Nico told you, turning around to look at you but you shook your head. “It’s kind of late, I’m tired so I’m going to go home.” Before he could try to convince you otherwise you started walking the opposite way back to your car. You were so lost in your own thoughts that you didn’t even see Marino until you crashed into him. “Oh sorry..” You started and he shook off your apology. “It’s okay.” John told you and then his eyebrows furrowed a little. “Are you not going with Nico? We’re all going out.” 
“I don’t feel good, I just need to get home.” A look of concern passed his face as he pointed back at his car. “I can drive you home real quick if you want.” You shook your head at his offer “I have my car it’s fine.” But he was clearly worried about you and wouldn’t drop it. “I can pick you up tomorrow and come get it with you but I don’t think you should drive home if you’re not feeling good. Trust me, I’ll hate if I let you go and something happens.” 
You ended up agreeing with him because you were barely thinking already and so maybe this was the safest option. He dropped you off at your place and you immediately curled up on the couch in the comfort of all your blankets. A hour had probably passed since John had dropped you off when you heard the doorbell ring. Checking your camera because it was late you saw that it was just Nico so you went and opened the door. “What are you doing here?” You asked and he looked at you like it was a ridiculous question.
“You told me you were tired but John told me at the bar he drove you home because you weren’t feeling good. He said he was really worried about you. What happened?” Of course John had expressed his concern, why wouldn’t he? “It’s nothing. I just didn’t drink a lot of water.” Nico knew these were all excuses and he showed it clearly on his face. “This is because I’m seeing someone, isn’t?” Silence was all he got from you.
“That’s not fair, you decided we shouldn’t be something more and you can’t get upset when I find someone.” You held up your hand, stopping him from going on. “We decided not me.” Last you had checked this was something he had agreed to. “I agreed with you because it’s what you wanted but I could care less about what he thinks of me because I’m in love with you.” Silence filled the air between you again, shock at his words.
You closed the space off between the two of you and pressed your lips to his, his hands going to the sides of your face and holding you there. The kiss proving everything he just said and so much more. This felt right, more right than you could have imagined. You pulled away slightly, looking at him. “What about the girl from tonight?” You asked and he scratched the back of his head. “The minute John said something was wrong I went back to her and broke things off. She’s not you.”
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inthepeakymidwinter · 9 months
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Losing You (Thomas Shelby x Reader)
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Summary: Thomas works together again with a long lost love.
Word Count: 961
TW: Alcohol
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Thomas Shelby invited me to the Garrison for a drink after work. I helped him sort through all of his balances and tax issues with his business. He was very appreciative and wanted to treat me to a drink after the past month we’ve shared since I came back to Small Heath. We were originally good family friends but my dad went into business and his went into an adventurous criminal career. Naturally, our families separated and Tommy and I didn’t reunite until I came back to Small Heath to start a new life away from my parents.
I walked into the Garrison alone in a black peacoat. It was raining and my hair got drenched. I spotted Thomas at the bar and tapped on his shoulder. He turned around, agitated from a random touch. I backed up and eased into talking to him. “It’s okay Thomas it’s just me” I softly smiled. He softened up and gave me a small hug.
“What can I get for you Y/N?” He insisted, pointing to the bars large selection.
“Irish whiskey” I ordered.
He looked at me strange. As if I’m not supposed to drink so heavily.
“Who caused that?” He asked.
“My dad had a large collection. I’d break in sometimes” I confessed.
“We have a lot to catch up on then” He smirked and called for the bartender to bring two glasses and a bottle of his best irish whiskey.
I followed Thomas to the small room in the front of the bar. We shuffled into the booth and sat across from each other. I waited as he poured us both a drink.
“I didn’t want to start off with this but…Y/N I’ve always loved you for a long time. I really thought we lost each other entirely until now” He admitted out of nowhere.
“How much did you drink before I got here Thomas” I blurted out.
There was no way. It was impossible.
“Enough to know. Enough to tell you” He looked at me with hazy eyes.
I took the small glass of whiskey and downed it. I looked back at Thomas and then back down at his glass. I downed that one too. He saw me nearly die after the second glass but I didn’t care. I had to come to the realization that his words were true. He wasn’t playing games with me like he did when he was young. He was looking at me clear as day and somehow I had to match it.
“Thomas…you didn’t want to celebrate business did you?” I asked him.
He scoffed at my question. “How on earth can I celebrate when you have no use for me anymore. I have nothing in my business left to fix. Your contract is up Y/N. You’re gone from Shelby Company LTD” He sighed and poured a drink for himself. Looking more sad than I have ever seen him.
“I moved to Small Heath to start over. Not to leave” I spoke softly to him and reached out for his hands across the table. He accepted my hands and we both held each other. “I’m not leaving you Thomas” I told him with a smile.
“Well then..we better start drinking” He poured a glass for both of us and we clinked our glasses before taking shots.
After being incredibly drunk out of our minds and reminiscing of our childhood we decided it was time to walk home. We held onto each other for support and because of how comfortable it finally felt to be in each others arms. Thomas was my teenage crush. He was my everything. I know the war changed him, but by the time he came back I was already half a world away and I felt like I lost him forever.
He walked me to my small apartment and I crashed my lips onto his. “So…I need you to spend the night” I insisted. His face lit up and he nodded quietly. I unlocked my front door and dragged him in with me. I closed and locked the door behind us and took my jacket off. “Do you want some tea?” I asked him.
“You have more liquor?” He asked instead.
I laughed, “You need more Mr.Shelby?”
“I just never thought I’d be standing alone with you before” He gazed at me like he’s never seen anyone else in his life. Like I was the only woman in the world. I didn’t know how to react, so instead I went into my kitchen and fetched another bottle of whiskey for him.
I took a shot from the bottle and then passed the bottle to him. “I never thought you’ve seen me like that” I sighed.
“I saw you from the first time you walked into my life Y/N” He told me before taking a swig from the bottle himself.
“Come with me” I held out my hand and he grasped it gently. I walked him to my bedroom and sat down on my bed, kicking off my shoes and untying my hair from its tight bun.
“Do you wanna make up for the years I’ve been gone?” I asked him.
He grinned and took of his jacket, dropping it messily to the floor. Thomas moved closer towards me. Pinning me down onto the bed with each arm on either side of my body. “I’m going to make so much up to you every single day you’re with me” He promised.
Thomas leaned lower and pressed his lips against mine. Softly biting my lower lip and then releasing his hold to look back at me. “I wont lose you a second time” He whispered.
“Damn right Thomas Shelby” I smirked and pulled him back down with my right hand to kiss him again.
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Mason Mount - Love in the Dark
POV: You have been secretly dating Mason for ages but he keeps you hidden away
Contains: Angst
Music Choice: Adele – Love in the Dark (highly recommend listening to this while reading the story!!)
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It had been a week since the season ended, a whole week and I had seen Mason for no more than 24 hours.
He came home from Stamford Bridge on the Sunday with his family, after I sat in the stands and watched, keeping out of the way. We had an evening with his family, enjoying a lovely meal cooked by his mum, some of his other friends there. Friends, the category I fell into when others were around.
I went back to mine that night while his family stayed, spending the following day with them as well. Tuesday came and after he had some last-minute fittings for the weekend, we managed to sneak a dinner and I stayed the night.
Wednesday, I had to shoot earlier for a work commitment, by the time I was free in the evening he had Nathan round playing games.
"You can come if you'd like babe, we're playing FIFA though" he said which was code for this is boy's time.
On Thursday he messaged early to say that he was going to Monaco later that day instead of early Friday, finally addressing a conversation he was putting off.
"I think its best you don't come baby; I just don't want people to harass you, I want to protect you as much as I can" read the text, along with a bunch of other reasons he uses, excuses he makes to make things seem right to him.
I didn't reply, I didn't see the point. He didn't chase, too busy having fun with his friends. Pictures strewn all over Instagram, stories about his Monaco debut. The way he looked, that smile upon his face, all of it, it just made me feel jealous, it made me feel like I meant nothing to him.
I thought this trip was it, Monaco. Knowing he was going with Nathan and Benny, I thought it would be okay for me to tag along. Both of them know about us, they have done since day one, they have seen us together, wrapped in each other's arms, the little things he does for me when it's just us. But no, it was still the same, keeping me shut away from that side of his life.
As the weekend passed, I spent the days thinking of how I let myself get to this stage with him. Yes, it's true we were friends, in the beginning, just friends. I knew someone Nathan had dated briefly and me and Mason just clicked.
He would invite me to games, we would go out with his friends, moulding me into the group, making sure I was undetected from anyone spying on us, making it look like we were just friends.
That was fine at first, completely, I just felt so lucky to be with him, but as time went on it wasn't enough. Stories circling on social media of him hooking up with other girls, comments made about him sliding into girls DM's and then there was Miami. We don't talk about Miami.
But he promised me things would be different, we would be together properly not just hidden away, he just needed time.
"I just need a little bit of time baby, that's all, I love you" he would whisper to me whenever I brought it up, coaxing me back into submission, falling for him and those honey-brown eyes again.
So many key moments I had watched from the side-lines, unable to be there with him.
Club World Cup – 'Best you stay at home, I'll be busy, sorry baby'
Carabao Cup Final – 'You can come if you really want, just I'll see you when we get home after'
Champions League Matches – 'Probably not worth it babe, will see you when I get home though'
FA Cup Final – 'Got you a ticket, just remember to say you are my friend if anyone asks'
All these excuses each time, yet the rest of his 'friends' went, photos taken, hugs given in celebration or commiseration, and yet I was just always on the side-lines.
I had made the decision that I couldn't do this anymore, I couldn't be hidden away. I had to leave; it wasn't right to stay any longer.
When Mason arrived home from Monaco late Monday afternoon, after originally planning on leaving Sunday night, but that was changed because of some party, he sent me my usual text.
MM
Hey beautiful, I'm home, can you come over please? I wanna see your pretty little face before I have to head off to SGP tomorrow & I've missed you xxxx
The same as usual, I was basically just a guaranteed booty-call, and this had to end.
When I arrived, he wrapped me in his arms, his lips trailing down my neck.
"Fuck, I've missed you so much baby" he whispered into the crook of my neck.
I lifted my hands up to touch his chest "You could have taken me with you" I say as I look into his eyes.
"I was protecting you baby, you know that" he smiles at me, that beautiful smile that normally makes me shut up and forget my train of thought, not this time.
"So, on that note, can I come to watch you play for England?" I ask, knowing it will be one of his many excuses.
"if you really want to baby, I mean I don't know if I will be playing, plus its all the way up at wolves, long way for you to drive there and back alone" he kisses down on my neck "But if not you could stay here and when I leave that night I could come back home to you, we could have our own fun"
At this point I push slightly on his chest, causing him to frown, unsure of what to do. Before he can speak, I do.
"I can't do this anymore Mason" I gesture towards us "When you hide us from those around you, keep me out of the public eye, it makes us feel shameful" I look directly into his eyes "I don't deserve to have the love I feel for you be kept to certain hours of the day, when you are willing to give me 100% of you, when others aren't around"
I look away, look down, swallowing before continuing "I love you 24 hours a day, 7 days a week and I love you when we are only together and it's just us but also I love you when we are apart or when we are out in public, yet you basically stop loving me the second you leave me and you go about your 'single' life, how do you think that makes me feel?"
I look back at him now "You say you are doing me a favour, stopping prying eyes, protecting me from online abuse or infatuation but to me it is making me feel like I am just your little secret"
I run one of my hands through my hair as the other plays with the hem of my top "If you are only loving me in private, hidden away in the dark, then you may as well not love me at all"
I take a step back and pick up my bag that sits on the dresser by the entrance.
"So, what its over?" Mason whispers from behind "please don't leave me, please stay" he begs.
I turn on my heels and look at him, seeing him start to fall apart "I can't only love you in the dark anymore, so yeah, it's over"
I get into my car and drive away, seeing his broken expression upon his doorstep, looking at me, watching me leave.
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Part Two - When We Were Young
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anexperimentallife · 4 months
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Alex and the Oracle
This is a humorous short I sold many, many years ago, before I even knew I was autistic, but the rights have reverted to me, so I'm in the middle of a rewrite/update in preparation for re-release as part of an "Alex And" collection. The premise (inspired by some of my own weird impulses) was, "What if things that might LOOK like random impulses or compulsions were actually a form of precognition?"
Alex and the Oracle by D. Robert Hamm
The first thing you need to know about Jimmy Cane is that no matter what anybody says about him, he’s not crazy. And I don’t say that just because he’s my best friend. Sure, he once showed up to a black-tie affair wearing lederhosen and leading a ferret on a leash, but I think that falls under "eccentric." Also, in his defense, I’m pretty sure lederhosen are considered formal wear in some parts of the world, he was wearing a black tie, and the invitation did say, “and guest.”
Okay, so maybe he’s a little bit crazy, but if you had Jimmy’s ‘gift,’ you would be, too.
See, Jimmy’s a precog, but not in the traditional sense. He doesn’t actually know what’s going to happen; he just gets these compulsions that usually seem to work out in the end. That whole thing with the lederhosen and the ferret? Set off a Rube Goldberg-type chain of events that saved a guy’s life. In addition to the general agitation that comes when he tries to resist acting on his compulsions, knowing that something as small as, say, what color socks you’re wearing could be a matter of life and death for someone puts a lot of pressure on a guy.
So when I let myself in over at Jimmy’s place to find him on the floor in a bathrobe surrounded by thirty or so cases of diet soda and blowing up an inflatable kiddie pool, it wasn’t the strangest thing I’d ever caught him doing.
“Hi, Alex,” Jimmy said between breaths, “I know, I know. Don't have all the soda yet; I just couldn't wait to get the pool ready.”
Which made perfect sense, in a Jimmy kind of way. I grabbed a couple of Blue Moons from the fridge and kicked back on the couch until he finished with the pool and plopped down next to me, panting. We clinked our bottles together, and he drained about a third of his in one long drought. He sighed and wiped sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of his robe.
“Okay,” I said, “Whatcha got?”
We long ago gave up on serious predictions about the outcome of Jimmy’s compulsions, but we make a game of seeing who can come up with the most outrageous guesses. We play as a team against reality, and give ourselves points every time we out-weird what actually happens. Two-on-one odds may seem a little unfair, but reality’s been doing this a lot longer than we have, and it has the home field advantage. So far, reality is winning, and I don’t even want to talk about the point spread.
“Diet soda, kiddie pool… Gotta be a connection there,” Jimmy said. “I was thinking maybe a pile of aspartame-addicted carp showing up on my doorstep.”
“Nah, not weird enough. Make ‘em talking carp and I think we’ve got something. I got a better one, though; how about the Apocalypse is nigh, and diet soda will be the only currency of value in the aftermath?”
“Makes sense; only mutants would actually drink the stuff. But what about the pool?”
“Like you said—mutants.”
“What does a kiddie pool have to do with mutants?”
“Oh, so now I’m supposed to be an expert on genetic anomalies? Maybe it’s their religion.”
Jimmy nodded sagely and stroked the three-day growth of beard on his chin. “Hm…” he said. “Plausible. Hope you’re wrong, though; I think I’m allergic to apocalypses.”
We toasted to our brilliant predictions, and Jimmy went upstairs to get dressed so I could chauffeur him around for the day. He’s got this old VW Microbus, and while it runs great, he hates driving (everyone else hates him driving, too), plus he hadn’t really slept in a couple of days, which meant he’d be a danger to life and limb out on the road alone. (Although, knowing Jimmy, if he actually felt compelled to drive, an angel would get its wings and somebody’s dead dog would come back to life.)
I do a lot of things like that for Jimmy, but it’s not a one-sided deal. He doesn’t really benefit much personally from his gift—in fact, it often screws him over—but it does provide him with just enough resources to take care of basic needs so that he can follow his compulsions full-time with no visible means of support. That seems to include whatever I need in order to get by when I take time off whatever crappy day job I’m working at the time to give him a hand and help clean up his messes.
It’s like some kind of weird temp job where I get to go on wacky adventures with my best friend and still keep up with rent, and even though it’ll never give me financial security, and even though it’s made having any kind of decent career impossible, and even though no girlfriend I’ve found so far has been willing to put up with our little adventures for more than a few months, I challenge you to come up with a better job at any salary.
Because let me tell you, being friends with Jimmy is never boring.
After several years of this kind of thing, Jimmy was showing the strain. Over the past year, I’d seen him almost in tears a few times trying to choose between three identical boxes of cereal, and there was that time he couldn’t sleep unless he wore his shoes on the wrong feet and listened to yodeling records for three days straight. Don’t even get me started on the truckload of frozen mangoes in cold storage.
It was getting to the point where Jimmy wasn’t sure what was a ‘gift’ compulsion, and what was a random impulse, and fewer and fewer of his compulsions were bearing fruit—no mango-related pun intended—or at least none that we could see. But even if he could resist the occasional impulse, he doesn’t dare, just in case doing so might have a disastrous effect on someone else. He’d even started seeing a psychiatrist, but the only thing the doc was able to do for him was prescribe sleeping and anxiety medications.
Even with the meds, or maybe in part because of them, Jimmy was in even worse shape for driving than usual, so it was a damn good thing he’d called me. Once he was ready, I fired up his microbus, and we drove the forty minutes into Kansas City, where we spent the next few hours, stopping at grocery and convenience stores. At each stop, Jimmy pulled case after case of diet soda off the shelves with increasing degrees of agitation. When he found one that “felt right,” he was able to relax for just a few minutes before he started being drawn to the next case. A few places we had to talk them into letting Jimmy go examine the back stock. You’d think they’d refuse, or at least get a little annoyed, but Jimmy has this—I don’t know—this childlike, innocent vulnerability about him that’s hard to say no to. He lives in kind of a different world than most people do, and sort of expects everybody to be as nice and as helpful as he tries to be. It’s hard to say no to Jimmy without feeling like an asshole.
Sometime around ten o’clock that night, Jimmy guided us onto I-35 North, and we waited for the compulsion to tell us where to stop. We finally found the “right” convenience store about halfway to Des Moines, and I hit the men’s room while Jimmy perused the displays. I finished just in time to see Jimmy explode out of the store waving his arms and screaming, “No! Not that one! I need that one!”
He was charging straight at a grizzly bear in denim and plaid flannel. Okay, not an actual bear, but if a real grizzly ever met this guy it’d pee its fur, scream like a twelve-year-old girl at a Jonas Brothers concert, and run crying for its mommy. Man-bear had—you guessed it—a case of diet soda under one arm. Jimmy slammed into him at full speed, and cans flew everywhere.
Man-bear’s face went from surprise to ugly(er). He pulled back a fist the size of my head, and before I could get there Jimmy was flying backwards to land on the blacktop. Man-bear dropped the soda and took a step forward.
“Don’t hurt him,” I hollered. Okay, it was a little late for that.
“You want some, too?” Man-bear said, and I froze. I wasn’t just afraid he was going to beat me up; I was afraid he was going to eat me.
Now, I’m not the world’s bravest guy, but I do think pretty fast when the alternative is getting turned into hamburger. “No, he’s my little brother,” I lied, “I-I take care of him.” It was the best I could come up with. Hey, I said I think fast, not that I do it particularly well.
“Doin’ a pretty crappy job of it.”
“I know,” I didn’t have to fake anguish. Imminent death has that effect on me, especially when it’s mine. “ Look at him, though,” I pointed to where Jimmy was crawling around muttering to himself and gathering up the fallen cans while blood dripped from his nose to the blacktop. “You can see he’s not, y’know, quite all there in the head, can’t you? It’s not his fault.”
The trucker scowled at Jimmy, then at me. “What’s wrong with him?”
“He’s a little, uh... touched, you know? He gets it in his head that something—like one particular case of soda—is important, and he thinks something bad is going to happen if he doesn’t get it.” Well, that much was true.
I spread out my hands in appeal. “Look, I’ll pay for the soda. Hell, I’ll buy you ten cases.” Man-bear was silent. “C’mon, man, do you have a brother?”
Man-bear looked at Jimmy again and nodded slowly. He sniffed, then in a wilted growl said, “Keep your money. Tell him I ain’t gonna hurt him no more.”
While I stood gaping, Man-bear pulled a grocery bag from the cab of his truck, got down on all fours, and started gathering up the cans along with Jimmy. It took me probably half a minute or so to pick up my jaw enough to pitch in myself. Man-bear even got a cold pack from the cooler behind his seat for Jimmy’s face, and before he got back into his rig, shook Jimmy’s and my hands and said that while he wasn’t going to give any details, we’d changed his life.
Once Bruce’s rig was out of sight and we were back in the Microbus, Jimmy grinned at me, split lip, bloody nose, and all. “Alex, you were brill—”
And for the second time that day, Jimmy got punched in the face. Some things simply have to be done.
“Ow. What was that for?”
I glared at him, trying to ignore the fact that I felt like a total ass for hitting him. “I felt compelled, okay?” I started the car and pointed us back toward Lawrence. “I’m getting worried about you, man.”
“Yes, I could sense the concern in your loving punch.”
“Sorry about that, but are you nuts? That could have gone a lot worse than a punch in the face.”
“Two punches,” he said.
“Okay, two punches. I said I was sorry. But man, that has got to be the craziest thing you’ve ever done, and I’ve seen you do some crazy shit. Did you see the size of that guy? He’d give Mount Everest a Napoleon complex. We could have ended up in the hospital. Or jail. Or both. Hell, maybe even the morgue. Did you even stop to think we could have just politely offered to buy the soda from him instead of trying to tackle him?”
Jimmy’s face went slack. He stared at me for a few seconds, then hung his head. When he spoke, he sounded even more tired and beaten up than he looked. “I was so caught up in...” He looked back up at me. “You really do take care of me, Alex. And I don’t say thank you enough, but you never complain, and then tonight I almost got you… I’m sorry, Alex. It’s just… This is a bad one.”
I very carefully didn’t look at him. “Just think next time, okay?” I threw in some Ramones to cut short the Hallmark moment, and we cruised along to Blitzkrieg Bop.
About halfway through I Wanna Be Sedated, Jimmy turned off the music. “Hey, Alex? If we changed that guy’s life like he said, this diet soda thing is starting to play out, right?”
“Looks like. I just think it could have been handled differently.”
Jimmy shook his head. “I know, but if it’s starting to play out, my ‘gift’ or whatever should stop poking at me, or at least ease off a little, but it’s getting worse. And there are all those other cases.”
“Jimmy, I—”
“This so-called ‘gift’ pretty much runs my life, Alex, and it’s getting worse, and I can’t control it. I never wanted it to begin with. What if it gets one of us killed someday?”
I didn’t have an answer. When we got back to his place I was going to hang around to make sure he was okay, but he said he’d put me in harm’s way enough for one weekend. There wasn’t much I could do except make him promise to call me if he needed me.
#
My phone woke me a little before three a.m. the next night, which would have been fine if it were a supermodel calling to profess her undying love, but that, I decided, was an unlikely scenario, and stuck my head under the pillow to wait for the ringing to stop.
It didn’t.
“I have a hammer,” I yelled, “and I’m not afraid to use it.” Apparently the phone was unafraid of percussive maintenance. I tracked it to the pile of laundry under which it had made its rebel lair, and flipped it open. “Please state the nature of your emergency.”
“Alex! I’m glad you’re up.” Jimmy sounded like an auctioneer who’d been up all night mainlining double-espressos. “I dialed you like, nine times. Are you busy?”
“No, I was just going through the yellow pages trying to find a re-education camp for wayward cell phones. Look, it’s three AM, and you don’t sound like a buxom supermodel.”
“That has never been my aspiration. You said to call if I needed you. And I do. So I am. It’s the soda thing.”
I squeezed the bridge of my nose and censored myself. I had told him to call. “Okay, what do you need?”
“I know how to make it stop. Gotta get one more case and get to this little spring in the Flint Hills. About a hundred and fifty miles. Don’t trust myself to drive that far.” He giggled and switched to a bad falsetto. “Help us, Obi Wan. You’re our only hope.”
“You can’t play the princess-in-distress card, Jimmy. First, it’s not fair, and second, you know I’m already in.” If he didn’t trust himself to drive, I sure as hell didn’t, especially when he sounded that out of it.
Half an hour later Jimmy lurched in and knocked (in that order) dressed much like “The Dude,” from The Big Liebowski, only Jimmy’s bathrobe was fuchsia. He banged his shin on the coffee table, but barely seemed to notice. His nose and lip were still swollen, and his eyes were spider-webbed with red, but he was practically vibrating with nervous energy.
“You look like crap,” I said. “Did you sleep at all?”
“Can’t sleep. Gotta go. Here.” He dug into the pockets of his robe and handed me a printed-out map along with the keys to his old VW min-bus.
“Okay,” I said, “but shouldn’t you be wearing pants?”
He looked down at himself and frowned. “What’s wrong with swimming trunks?”
“Dude.”
“Okay, okay. But we gotta hurry.” Jimmy’s a little smaller than I am, but I managed to find some clothes that didn’t fit him too badly. (I let the Cthulhu slippers slide. You have to pick your battles.)
Jimmy had a bunch of those big plastic bottles—the kind that go on top of home water coolers— filled with slightly brownish water and strapped together in the kiddie pool in the back of the mini-bus. “What the—”
“No time. I’ll explain on the way.”
By the time I had the mini-bus in gear he was already asleep, slumped against the passenger door. I knew how this worked, though. As soon as I stopped heading toward our destination he’d wake up frantic. Besides, I probably wouldn’t get anything coherent out of him until he’d napped, so I bit down on my curiosity.
He woke up about halfway there. “Take the next exit,” he said. “That’s where the last case is.”
I pulled off the highway. “You wanna fill me in now? And please tell me we’re not going to get our asses handed to us by a human grizzly again?”
He laughed, bouncing up and down on his seat. “No promises on that count, but I don’t think so. As for filling you in... Wait. Turn here.” We pulled into a service station with all its lights out. Jimmy opened his door.
“Dude, they’re closed.”
“Gonna check the hours on the door and see how long we have to wait.”
The station wouldn’t open for three more hours. “All right,” I said, “That’s plenty of time to fill me in, so spill.”
“I’ll warn you, it’s going to sound crazy. I’m going to sound crazy, but hear me out, okay?”
I said I would, and he continued. “You saw how I got earlier. I had to get some sleep before I finished this thing or I was going to fall apart. Or even worse, screw it up. But I couldn’t. I even took a sleeping pill, but all it did was make me spacey. I finally gave in around one and poured the soda into the kiddie pool.”
He paused and stared out the window. “Keep going,” I said, “You poured the soda into the swimming pool, and then what happened?”
He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. “I started pouring, and there was this... face.”
“What, at the window? Somebody was watching you?”
“No, in the pool. A woman’s face, there in the soda.”
Now that topped the weirdometer, even for Jimmy. “Right. You’re sleep-deprived, and like you said, you were on sleeping pills. People see things.”
“Whatever. Anyway, it freaked me out,” he said.
“Understandably.”
He got quieter. “Her lips started moving. She was saying, ‘help me.’”
“Hang on—You know it wasn’t real, right? Unless... Is your ‘gift’ giving you visuals now?”
He didn’t seem to hear me. “What could I do?” he said. “The more I poured, the more of her there was, until there was this… this beautiful woman standing in the middle of the pool. She was real, Alex. She had sort of blue-tinted skin and long green hair, and she reached out of the pool and called me her hero and kissed me, and—Hey, what are you doing?”
“I’m starting the engine. And unless I hear something of the not-crazy variety come out of your mouth in the next five seconds I’m turning around.”
“Wait, Alex. Don’t freak out on me.”
“We’re way past that. Look, it’s probably just sleep deprivation combined with Ambien, but we gotta get you looked at.”
Jimmy grabbed my sleeve. Not like he was trying to pull my hand off the steering wheel, but just to emphasize his words. “Alex,” he said. “Please. I’m not crazy.”
“Maybe not, but something’s wrong. What kind of a friend would I be if I—”
“Okay, okay” he said, “Just for argument’s sake, let’s say I was hallucinating, and that it’s from not sleeping because of this compulsion. What’s the fastest way to fix that? The only way to fix it?”
I sighed. “Seeing it through.”
“So see this through with me, give me a day or two to catch up on sleep, and if you still think I’ve lost it, I’ll go to a doctor or whatever you want. I mean, come on, it’s a few hours of driving is all, and then we’re done with it, I promise. Deal?”
I rolled my eyes and climbed into the back to stretch out by the kiddie pool. “Damn it, Jimmy, there’d better be a pot of gold at the end of this rainbow.”
It only took a few minutes for me to doze off. I couldn’t have been asleep for long, though, when I woke to shrill ringing. Jimmy jumped into the driver’s seat, slammed the door, and started the engine. We threw gravel getting back on the road.
“What the—” I looked back at the service station. The front window was broken out. “Jimmy! What did you do?”
“I couldn’t wait. She can’t hold out much longer.”
I climbed toward the front. “That’s it. You’ve lost it, man. Pull over right now. If you pay for the damages they’ll probably let you off with probation.”
Jimmy’s voice was choked and he was blinking back tears. “You don’t understand. She’s dying. There weren’t any security cameras, and I left money on the counter to pay for the window. If I drive fast we won’t get caught.”
“We? I didn’t do anything except ride along with a crazy man!” I reached for the steering wheel, but we were already going fast enough that I’d probably flip us if I grabbed it. I got out my phone. “Pull over now or I’m calling the police.”
I wasn’t really going to. As far gone as he was, he might try to outrun them, and things would only get worse.
He called my bluff. “Go ahead. If you’re still my friend, though, wait until it’s over.”
There wasn’t much of an alternative. About an hour later Jimmy turned onto a dirt road. When we got to the end of it and bounced to a stop I grabbed the keys from the ignition.
“Help me with the bottles,” Jimmy said, “The spring is just a little ways off.” He unbuckled himself and moved toward the back. I grabbed his arm, and he looked me square in the face. I have never seen him so determined. “What are you going to do, Alex? Hit me again?”
Ouch. I let go, and Jimmy’s expression softened. “I know you think I’m crazy, but I can prove I’m not.”
He started pulling stoppers out of the water bottles. “I hope she’s up to this. She’s in pretty bad shape, or I’d have tried it earlier.”
I had to clench my jaw to keep from responding. Jimmy un-stoppered the last bottle and leaned over it murmuring. “I know,” he said, “But we have to prove to my friend that you’re real before he’ll help us get you home.” He turned to me. “She wants you to know that not all of this is her. Some of it’s just regular water and soda.”
“Great,” I said, “Tell her those bottles don’t make her butt look big. Honest.”
Jimmy scowled at me, and I was about to say something more when the water moved. Trickles from each bottle snaked up and joined to form a translucent face like in, what was that movie... The Abyss or something. It—correction, she—stuck out her tongue at me before turning to Jimmy with an expression of such adoration that it broke my heart. The sun was rising, and it glinted off of her in reds and golds. Jimmy touched her lips with his fingers and she kissed them, then lost cohesion and flowed back into her bottles.
All I could do was stare.
“Well,” Jimmy said, “Am I crazy?”
Either she was real, or Jimmy’s insanity was contagious. I preferred to believe the former. I had to work my mouth a bit before anything came out. There isn’t much to say when you witness the impossible. “What are we waiting for,” I growled, “Let’s get her home.”
We used the deflated kiddie pool as a sled where we could, and carried the bottles one by one over the rough spots until we reached the spring.
Jimmy finished filling me in on the way. The woman’s name was D’lahna, and she was a naiad, a water nymph. She’d been exploring “Overhill,” as she called it, when she somehow got stuck in a soda bottling plant. She wouldn’t have lasted much longer if not for Jimmy and his gift.
We poured first the bottles, then the final case of soda, into the spring, and D’lahna rose up out of it more beautiful than you can imagine. And very, very naked. I stood staring until Jimmy punched me in the arm. “Hey. Mine.”
“Sorry.” I averted my eyes. Kind of. Hey, she might have been my best friend’s girl, but she was gorgeous. I tried not to gape at her, and searched desperately for a way to cover the awkwardness. How do you make small talk with a mythological creature?
“So, uh...” I said, “Sorry about the whole thinking you were imaginary thing. Nice place you’ve got here. Love what you’ve done with it. Seems like a quiet neighborhood.”
D’lahna laughed. If you’ve never heard a nymph’s voice, I can’t really describe it to you except to say it sort of... sparkles. “Your friend is funny,” she said to Jimmy, then looked at me. “This isn’t where I live, Alex, but it will get us there.”
It took me a moment to process that. “Us?”
I turned to Jimmy, who had just stripped naked. (Now there’s a sight I hope to never see again.) He grinned at me. “I’m going with her,” he said.
“But you... She... You can’t...”
“It’s okay,” Jimmy put his hand on my shoulder. “I’ll be in touch.”
They offered to take me with them, but instead I watched as Jimmy took D’lahna’s hand and waded into the middle of the spring with her. They turned translucent and flowed into the water.
It was a long drive home, and I thought about the two of them all the way.
Two weeks later I turned on the kitchen faucet, and out came an invitation to Jimmy and D’lahna’s engagement party. They’ve already set me up with a date—a wood nymph friend of D’lahna’s who, Jimmy thinks, just might break my losing streak. He mentioned a possible job offer, too.
And guess what D'lahna's family's favorite fruit is? Yeah, at least now I know what to do with all those frozen mangoes.
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WIP Reblog Game
Ooooh this one looks fun. Thanks for the tag @kasienda!
I always feel like I see the same games going around and for the most part I've played them before and I feel like I have nothing new to say, so it's exciting to find something new!
List the titles your top five priorities for WIP updates (link your fics for new readers!)
An upcoming scene, event, or detail in each fic that you're looking forward to writing
Bonus: make a poll for your followers to vote on which top 5 WIP they are most excited to see an update on!
Then tag 10 writer friends!
WIP TITLES
everything i know (brings me back to us) - post-s5, post-adrinette break up ladrien fic
This Fire Won't Sleep Through The Night - alyanette princess/knight AU
Entangled - established ladynoir, post-hawkmoth angst, chat's ghosting lb. NSFW
Probably Not The Best Idea - ladrien roommates fic
Say Something - ladrien to prpr hurt/comfort in the aftermath of a sentireveal and gabe-is-hawkmoth reveal
I know I haven't updated Ladrien Roommates in almost a year and Say Something has been nearly as long but aksfbkdsjb I swear they're still on the list. Quite frankly it might take me a while to get back to Say Something though, because I'm just...very stuck. And I keep rethinking the next few chapters.
Also, Happier--my Adrigaminette WIP--gets an honourable mention in the priority list because I SWEAR I'm going to get back to it at some point 😭
UPCOMING
Okay I'm super excited about the arc that the next chapter (which with a little luck may be posted today...) is going to set into motion. Especially because I don't think anyone quite knows where precisely I'm going with it...hehehe
Hm. I have one heart-to-heart scene I have planned for a few chapters from now where Ladybug gets to know Alya a little better and maybe starts to fall for her a little...
Looking forward to the next chapter!! Like, all of it! The thing is, I feel like I need a good chunk of time to really FOCUS on writing it. And I'm still navigating balancing writing time with my work schedule.
There's a little arc that will pop up in the chapter after next where Ladybug has trouble sleeping...and naturally there's no better way to fix that than for Adrien to invite her into his bed 👀
There is a conversation between Adrien and Kagami in the next chapter that was one of the reasons the length of this fic got out of hand 😂
Okay, I think I can find 10 new people to tag... @celestialtitania, @ck2k18, @saiikavon, @mostmagical, @monpetitchattriste, @heartfulselkie, @liiinerle, @hueynomure, @rosie-b, and @wehadabondingmoment
[I'm just now noticing--because apparently when i copied the title over i did NOT read it--this says WIP REBLOG game...which maybe means I was supposed to reblog the original post akjfbskjd. but uh. too late now I'm about to post this 😂]
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