#HEY GUYS GUESS WHAT I ATTENDED TWO OF THESE PERFORMANCES

[iamatinydinosaur]

not sure if you can make sense of anything ill be saying-- buuutttt, can I request brozone + poppy & viva with a gn!(but masc terms for nicknames n stuff) younger(about 2 years younger than branch) hyperpoprock(if thats a thing) reader, like the reader was a rival band of brozones but had no beef with them since they thought it was stupid??, idk, you can decide on what 2 do with this < . <..

🎸It's a Pop Rock Thing🎸

Your Band: Velvet Concorde

Your role: main guitarist and main singer

Member: you, Mari, Eli, Rei and Hanni

Today was the big musical showcase. Bands from all over the Troll Kingdom were coming to perform. All sorts of bands were attending Pop, Rock, Country, Funk, Kpop, Jpop, Techno and Pop Rock. You belonged to a pop rock band called Velvet Concorde. You have been gaining more and more of a following, now being on Brozone level of fame.

You sat in you're dressing room with the rest of your band mates. You had just gotten dressed and walked over to your guitar

Mari sat doing her makeup, Eli was checking her drumsticks were in good condition, Rei was tuning her bass and you and Hanni were practicing your guitars. "I can't believe after all this time we can prove that we can outsing Brozone!" Mari exclaimed, the other girls joined in agreeing with her. However you looked down. You had no beef with the Brozone members, you actually like their music. You would never tell your band mates.

'Knock Knock' You all turned to the door. "Come in!" Eli exclaimed. Two pink trolls walked in both bouncing slightly. The smaller one with pink hair bounded to you slightly squealing. She grabbed one of your hands with both her hands. "Hi my name's Poppy, it's so great to meet you! I'm a big fan. I've been waiting for this moment since I started listening to you." She was shaking your hand so much that it was shaking you. "This is Viva, my sister!" Viva ran forward and scooped you all in a hug. Rei span away, dizzy from all the joy. "We just wanted to get you, introduce you to Brozone!!" Viva exclaimed smiling. You smiled trying to hide your excitement, while your friends smirked.

You all followed the two sister to backstage. You found it hard to contain your excitement as the five brothers came into view. "Branch we have them!!" Poppy shouted jumping up and down. The brothers turned to you all. "Hey, it's so nice to meet you all. We love your music!" John Dory said shaking each of your hands, his other brother following behind him. "Wish we could say the same." Mari smirked making the girls snicker. Brozone looked uncomfortable and the two sister looked shocked. You glared at your band mates. "Don't be rude!" You scolded your friends. You may be the youngest but you're scary when you're mad. The four of them went silent and looked to the floor. You didn't care what your band mates will say anymore, you felt bad for the Brozone members. "I'm sorry about them. They take rivalries seriously, which is stupid. I personally love your music." You said smiling. Your band mates looked shocked at you. Brozone and the two sisters seemed to be more comfortable. "Well you're on first, so are you guys ready." Clay asked smiling at you. You smiled and nodded.

As you went back to your dressing room you felt your band mates glaring at you. "What? You mad because someone finally called you out on your behavior l. We are not the best band out there. Also if this got out how you treated them that would be us finished." You snapped at them. They looked at each other and then to the floor. "I guess you're right." Hanni muttered. "You owe them all an apology." You said grabbing your guitar and storming out. You were sick of their attitude. Yeah you're famous, but one wrong move that could all be gone.

"Finally let's get this show on the road!!! The first act is honestly so good!!! Here Velvet Concorde!!!" Poppy said into microphone. The crowd erupted into screams.

You

I'm in the business of misery, Let's take it from the top, She's got a body like an hourglass, it's ticking like a clock It's a matter of time before we all run out When I thought he was mine, she caught him by the mouth I waited eight long months, she finally set him free I told him I couldn't lie, he was the only one for me two weeks and we had caught on fire She's got it out for me, but I wear the biggest smile

All of you

Whoa, I never meant to brag But I got him where I want him now Whoa, it was never my intention to brag To steal it all away from you now But God, does it feel so good 'Cause I got him where I want him now And if you could, then you know you would 'Cause God it just feels so It just feels so good

You

Second chances they don't ever matter, people never change Once a whore, you're nothing more I'm sorry, that'll never change And about forgiveness, we're both supposed to have exchanged I'm sorry, honey, but I passed it up, now look this way Well, there's a million other girls who do it just like you Looking as innocent as possible to get to who They want and what they want, it's easy if you do it right Well I refuse, I refuse, I refuse

You all

Whoa, I never meant to brag But I got him where I want him now Whoa, it was never my intention to brag To steal it all away from you now But God, does it feel so good 'Cause I got him where I want him right now And if you could, then you know you would 'Cause God, it just feels so It just feels so good

You

I watched his wildest dreams come true Not one of them involving you Just watch my wildest dreams come true Not one of them involving

You all

Whoa, I never meant to brag But I got him where I want him now Whoa, I never meant to brag But I got him where I want him now Whoa, it was never my intention to brag To steal it all away from you now

You

But God, does it feel so good 'Cause I got him where I want him now And if you could then you know you would 'Cause God, it just feels so It just feels so good

(A/N: 14 year old me came out in this song. Paramore is so nostalgic for me!!!)

The crowd was cheering so loud. You guys always shock people with your performances. Your guys stage presence will always be remembered.

After the showcase you were checking all your equipment. You felt a presence behind you. You turned round and saw the Brozone members. "Thank you for sticking up for us. You were amazing. Your voice is incredible." Floyd said taking your hand, helping you up. You smiled. "Ever since we gotten big they've become self centered." You explained. "I'm not sure how busy you guys are normally, but maybe we can meet up get to know each other. Maybe change their opinions of us." Bruce said smiling. You squealed internally. "Sure thing."

A/N: hope you enjoyed it. I had no idea where I was going with this. I kinda waffled at some points 😂😂

[gluion]

[TEASER] of boundaries and secret glances (i'm lucky to be loved by you) ➵ kim sunwoo

idol!kim sunwoo x ex-idol!reader

as a well-respected independent producer in the industry, you get requests from different companies for collaborations. when you accept to work on chanhee and sunwoo's unit track for their upcoming album, you are left to your own devices as you work closely with sunwoo. who is to say what can happen over the days?

genre/warnings ➵ strangers to friends to lovers (though sunwoo has always had a crush on you since your debut), music & lyrics au, fluff, angst with happy ending, afab reader (they/them pronouns), drinking, kpop mistreatment, mental and physical abuse done by companies, closed proximity, sunwoo is a FLIRT!!! and also obsessed with you, LOONA IS FREE HERE!!!, iz*one sadly does not exist </3, boundaries are definitely crossed in the sense that you should not be flirting this much with a co-worker turned friend...

word count ➵ 29.3k words

where to read ➵ [1] [2]

a/n ➵ finally publishing this fic after it sat in my drafts for so long... i hope you enjoy this piece of work as much as i did writing and reading it once more! i would really appreciate it if you could take time to like and reblog this.

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It has been two days since that meeting, and you regret agreeing to the set deadline. It feels as if you have not gotten any wink of sleep in the last 48 hours as the stress and anxiety got to you. As you entered the building with a cup of coffee in your hand, you informed the woman at the front desk that you were expected to attend another meeting with Sunwoo and Chanhee.

“Please make yourself comfortable and wait here. I’ll just ring up their manager–”

“They’re with me!” You hear someone shout from behind you. As you turn to look, you see Sunwoo walking towards you and greeting you with a bow which you return.

“It’s nice to see you again,” He says, making you smile.

“I’ll bring them up, just inform hyung.” Sunwoo signals you to follow him as he makes his way to the elevator.

“So, how are you? I’m guessing you managed to think of something within the two days?” He asks as you two wait for the elevator to arrive.

You laugh as you shake your head. “I wish.”

“Did you get any sleep?” You shake your head in response which he laughs at.

“Well, if you pass out, I’ll be there to cover for you,” He says only for you to get shy.

“Oh god, you don’t–”

“I was just kidding Y/N, sorry if it wasn’t obvious.” The elevator doors finally open and you both get in.

“Oh, that’s my bad,” You say as you let out a nervous laugh.

“Hey, it’s no problem.” The elevator doors finally close and you two go up. As silence engulfs the two of you, you somehow think it’s your fault.

“I, uhm, tend to be very shy around new people. I’m not usually like this,” You say to break the silence. He looks at you with a smile and nods. “No worries, Chanhee and Heejin said the same.”

You were surprised to find out that he’s talked about you to others. As you continued to look straight forward, you would only hope that Heejin or Jiwoo did not mention anything embarrassing to the two.

“I never got to ask, but how are you?” You decided to finally ask him.

“Oh, well it’s been alright?” He says in an unsure manner which has you raising an eyebrow at him.

“Well, the guys and I have been practicing the choreography for our comeback, and I’ve been kind of nervous about how Chanhee and I’s track is going to turn out. Not that I’m trying to say I don’t trust you, but I am nervous about how well I’m going to execute your vision,” He admits.

“If it helps, I think whatever you do will perfectly execute what I see.” You smile at him to which he smiles back.

“Oh, so you trust me that much? How much have you seen my performances to say that?” He asks as he faces you and leans against the wall, a smug look on his face. Something about how he keeps the conversation going makes you less shy than before.

“Well, I had to do my research,” You admit with a smirk.

“Oh, the famous Y/N has done their research on me? What do you know about me?” He asks to which you decide to face him as well. “That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

He chuckles as soon as the elevator doors open. “Well don’t think I didn’t research you,” He says and walks out with you following.

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[howlingday]

Ultimate Hunters V2

Mercury: Well, why don't we get the introductions outta the way?

Oscar: Huh? Introductions?

Mercury: I'm Mercury Black. Nice to meet ya! Guess I shoup tell you why I'm attending the Academy, too, while we're at it. Of course, even if I told you, you wouldn't believe it's a special talent.

Oscar: It's not a special talent? What do you mean?

Mercury: I'm lucky.

Oscar: ...What do you mean?

Mercury: No, really, that's my special talent. I'm the Ultimate Lucky Student. Or that's what they call me, anyways.

Oscar: Ultimate Lucky Student?

Mercury: There was a world-wide lottery, and I just so happened to win the grand prize of getting to attend as "The Ultimate Lucky Student."

Oscar: (Thinking) Is that really a thing?. Can you really call being luvky a talent?.

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May: Hey~! Who're you dudes?

Oscar: Nice to meet you. I'm Oscar Pine.

May: Gotcha... And who's this other dude?

Mercury: What? Didn't we already meet?

May: Oh, right! Haha! My bad! I'm not the best at remembering names, and I've already met so many interesting characters!

Mercury: I'm Mercury Black. Please try to remember this time...

May: Yo! The name's May Marigold! Nice to meetcha!

Mercury: May's known as the all-around super athlete, the Ultimate Gymnast. They also say she's a bit of a troublemaker, but her athletic skill is already off the charts. But her basics and fundamentals are kinda all over the place, so most of her work is improvised. If she's in her groove, she's amazing! If not, then she gets bored and switches things up.

Oscar: No matter how you slice it, she still sounds like a troublemaker. Still, she's got an amazing physique, like a Vytal athlete!.

Mercury: Hey, what are you... Oh, I get it. You got a thing for sexy bodies, huh?

Oscar: Please don't say that out loud. People will actually take you seriously.

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Fiona: Squish! Squish!

Oscar: What's she doing?. She's just sitting on the floor, pressing her fingers to the dirt.

Oscar: Uh, are you okay? I haven't introduced myself. My name is Oscar Pine.

Fiona: Huh? I'm Fiona Thyme.

Fiona: Squish! Squish!

Oscar: She's not stopping. What is she doing?. And she looks so young... Is she really a high schooler?

Mercury: Fiona is the incredibly talented Ultimate Traditional Dancer. As a rookie, the dance industry expects a lot from her. She's already performed in other kingdoms many times. Her dancing is really popular with young audiences, which is rare for the dance industry. Then again, a significant number of her fans are also men.

Oscar: It's probably a niche thing, or something.

Fiona: Squish! Squish!

Oscar: Uh, what are you doing?

Fiona: Hm? I'm squishing!

Oscar: Squishing what?

Fiona: Mr. Ant! Duh! I'm squishing lots and lots of Mr. Ants!

Oscar: ...Come again?

Fiona: If you squish their bellies just right, it makes an awesome sound! Wanna try?

Oscar: H-Hell no!

Fiona: Aw... Okay! Pfft... Pansy...

Oscar: This girl... her attitude and her appearance don't match at all.

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Roman: Who the hell are you? Don't go acting all chummy with me, shithead.

Oscar: This guy is already so hostile.

Roman: Huh?! You got something to say, punkass?

Mercury: Easy, Roman. We're just introducing ourselves.

Roman: Introducing yourselves?

Mercury: Yeah. Not like you two have actually met before, right?

Roman: Hmph...

Roman: The name's Roman Torchwick... Just so we're clear, I don't plan on getting all chummy and shit with you.

Oscar: He looks so young, but he's also really rude.

Mercury: Roman is a student and also their heir to the Spiders.

Oscar: Spiders?! You don't mean-

Mercury: Ah, so you have heard of them. Spiders are the largest criminal organization in Remnant, with a membership of well past 4000 members. In other words, he's the Ultimate Gang-Boss.

Mercury: By the way, don't go mentioning his babyface around him, so be careful. You'll be outta fingers before he's done with you.

Oscar: I-I wasn't going to, but I'm glad I know now!.

Oscar: Mercury, you saved my life...

Mercury: Haha, you're joking right? ...Guess not.

Roman: Hey, if we're done here, you mind making like a tree and fuck off?

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Velvet: Excuse me, but aren't you the guy who was squatting on the beach earlier with your head buried in your arms?

Oscar: Er, y-yeah...

Velvet: You gotta keep it together, y'know? Nobody wants a crybaby for a husband.

Oscar: Y-You're right...

Velvet: You're waiting for me to introduce myself, right? I'm Velvet Scarlatina, and I'll be counting on you from now on.

Mercury: Velvet's the Ultimate Photographer. Naturally, she has a promising future as a photojournalist. I'm not exactly an expert on photography, but I hear she's already won a ton of awards. That said, she's known for her skill at taking pictures of people.

Oscar: The Ultimate Photographer, huh? Makes sense, seeing that camera around her neck.

Velvet: To be honest, I'm a little relieved. You seem decent enough.

Oscar: Decent?

Velvet: There's a lot of weirdos here. I can't tell if they're Ultimates, or just insane. I'm eager to get along with everyone so we can all get off this island.

Oscar: Get off? What do you mean?

Velvet: Huh? You don't know? It's what that stuffed animal Somewhat said. After you finish getting everyone's Hope Crystals, we can all go home and leave this island together.

Oscar: Th-They said that?! We can go home?!

Velvet: You should pay more attention! This is super important!

Mercury: You must feel relieved after hearing that, huh, Oscar? So long as you get along with everyone, we'll be heading home in no time!

Oscar: I guess, but why go through all this trouble in the first place? What's the point of us being on this island anyways?

Mercury: Beats me. Doesn't seem like that big a deal.

Oscar: Not a big deal? It couldn't be any bigger of a deal!.

Velvet: Hey!

Oscar: Ack!

Velvet: Don't "ack" me! I gave you my introduction. Now give me yours!

Oscar: O-Oh... Um, I'm Oscar Pine. It's nice to meet you.

Velvet: Oscar, huh? Well, too bad for you, because I've already made a mental note as "Unreliable Oscar". It'll be hard to change my mind, so you better be a man and do your best!

Mercury: Haha! You're already so whipped, Oscar!

Velvet: I'm talking to both of you! Got it?!

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Hazel: Hm? Oh, right. We gotta do introductions.

Hazel: I am the Ultimate Team Manager, Hazel Rainart!!

Oscar: U-Uh, hello. I'm Oscar Pine.

Hazel: Hey! Your voice is too soft! Speak from your gut!

Oscar: U-Um... I'm Oscar Pine!

Hazel: Louder! You can do better than that!

Oscar: My name is Oscar Pine! Pleased to make your acquaintance!

Hazel: I AM HAZEL RAINART! I AM THE ULTIMATE TEAM MANAGER! Don't forget it, even if you go to hell!

Hazel: I am the Ultimate Team Manager, Hazel Rainart!

Oscar: Y-You don't have to keep repeating your name so much.

Hazel: HA! I agree to your terms!

Oscar: He's so boisterous... It's not just his voice, but his whole body seems loud.

Mercury: Hazel Rainart, as you probably figured, is the Ultimate Team Manager.

Oscar: What does that mean? He's not on a team, but he manages it?

Mercury: Not JUST a team manager. He's an Ultimate. He's gone from town to town and played an active role in managing various sports clubs and their teams. In fact, he led a delinquent team of rugby players to victory in the national playoffs, rescued a baseball team from shutdown and took them to a finals victory, and rumor has it he's training some hotshot new champion in Mistral.

Oscar: If that's all true, then he definitely deserves the title of Ultimate Team Manager. But... with a build like his, he should be PLAYING those games instead.

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Oscar: Urgh!

Mercury: What's wrong?

Oscar: N-Nothing...

May: ...

Oscar: Why is she staring at me?.

May: Ah, uh, um...

May: Um, you know...

May: ...I-I'm sorry.

Oscar: Why is she crying?!.

Mercury: Bullying a girl? That's not cool, Oscar.

Oscar: I-I didn't do anything!

May: Oh, your name is Oscar. If you don't mind, I'd like to remember it.

Oscar: Uh, no, I don't mind you remembering my name.

May: M-My name is May Zedong. From the bottom of my heart, I hope we can get along.

May: Um... You know... Um... Um um um... Uh... My mind is drawing a blank... I'm so nervous! And I even went through the trouble of preparing over 5000 topics for us to discuss after introducing ourselves!

Oscar: Talk about excessive...

Mercury: It's okay to take your time. We can wait as long as it takes. Heck, we'll wait forever if you want us to!

May: Huh... AAAAH!

Oscar: You're just putting more pressure on her!.

Oscar: I guess I'll ask you instead. What's her deal?

Mercury: May here is the Ultimate Nurse. Anytime you're hurt, she'll help you out, so you should probably get along with her. Chances are that if you get wounded and don't get it treated, it'll get infected and you'll die!

Oscar: Don't say something so morbid so naturally...

May: Heh heh heh..

May: AH! I'm sorry for laughing so suddenly! I... I just can't help myself. I'm so happy,I can't remember the last time I made any friends... Ah, not that you actually want to be friends with me! I'm sooooooo sorry I said something so presumptuous! I'll do anything you want! Just please don't hate me!

Mercury: Bullying her again? So not cool, Oscar.

Oscar: Why does this keep happening?.

May: I'm sorry... I'm so so sorry!

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Ilia: Peeking... Peeking... Oh haiii! Who're you?

Oscar: U-Um... Oscar Pine?

Ilia: Helloooo? Your tension is too low! You feelin alright? Ah, well, introductions are already a go-go!

Ilia: Ih! Lee! Uh! Am! Ah! Toh! Lah! Put it all together and whattaya get? Ilia Amitola~!

Ilia: Alright, introductions are done. More importantly, check out this supermarket! Hamburger, ramen, chili, bratwurst, spaghetti... OOH! Melons!

Ilia: Valian, Vacuan, Mistrali, and Atlesian... Even folks from Menagerie would shop here! Man, I'm getting hella stoked! I am thirty-one flavors of stoked for all of this deliciousness! And when I'm hungry, I get reeeeeeeeeeeal munchy-crunchy! It doesn't make sense! Why am I always hungry when I get excited? Hahaha! The body sure is a total mystery!

Mercury: Uh, yeah, this is Ilia Amitola, the Ultimate Musician. She used to play guitar in an all-girl band that was super popular with other girls our age. Their number one hit, "After Class Poyoyon Hour," sold over a million copies.

Oscar: A super popular all-girl school band... Why does that sound so familiar?.

Mercury: Sadly, like so many before them, they broke up due to creative differences.

Oscar: Creative differences?

Ilia: You wanna know?

Oscar: Ack! You heard me?!

Ilia: Duh! Ilia Amitola IS a musician! Like the other greats such as Schnee, Wine, Merlot, Polendina, and Willows... I am an awesome musician, too!

Oscar: Oh, I guess it does make sense that you have good hearing if you're a music- Wait, some of those people aren't even musicians.

Ilia: Don't sweat the details~.

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Oscar: An airport? Wait, can't we use those bullheads to escape?

Robyn: Nope, sorry. Even if they were broken and busted, I could fix 'em. But it looks like they're just for show.

Oscar: Just for show?

Robyn: There's no engine. Can't fix what isn't there.

Oscar: No engine?!

Robyn: Oh, right! I forgot! I'm Robyn Hill, the Ultimate Mechanic. Nice to meetya!

Mercury: I guess I shoulda known the Ultimate Mechanic would have figured it out. Robyn's a bit of a savante when it comes to machines. If she says it won't fly, then it definitely won't fly.

Robyn: Even so, if someone took out the engine before they brought us here, then they planned this out to a T.

Oscar: Kinda weird, don't you think?

Robyn: Yeah, it's weird, but it's a kind of weird I can understand.

Oscar: Huh?

Robyn: It makes sense, though, don't it? Whoever dropped us here... I mean, it's not like they're expecting us to kill each other, right? That's what the school regulations in our e-handbook say.

Robyn: Besides, if you look enough at that cute mouse plushie, you might actually fall in love with them.

Oscar: I really hope it doesn't come to that.

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Sienna: Stop right there! If you value your life, do not take one step closer!

Oscar: ...Huh?

Sienna: I said stay back! Oh, very well... I shall accept your courage!

Oscar: What is she talking about?.

Sienna: You wish to know my name? Kehehe! Some may think your courage recklessness, but I welcome the challenge. In honor of your courage, I shall reveal to you my name! I am Sienna Khan! Remember it well, for it is the name that shall rule the world!

Oscar: R-Rule the world?! She's kidding, right?.

Sienna: Now I must ask you; whose master are you?

Oscar: What?

Sienna: Don't play dumb! Which tribe did you make a pact with? Answer me!

Oscar: Um, what do you mean by "pact"?

Sienna: Answer me now, though I shall cast you to the sea once you do!

Oscar: Then I'm definitely not answering!

Mercury: Uh, maybe I should explain. See, she's asking you what kinda of pet you used to have.

Oscar: P-Pet? I've never really had a pet. Closest thing I had to a pet was a hermit crab we passed around at school.

Sienna: A hermit crab! No better than an insect! Why, your magical essence caps at a mere five! Absolute trash!

Oscar: Trash? Really?

Sienna: Is it wrong to call trash "trash"? Why, trash like you dare not speak against higher beings like me! I am Sienna Khan, Overlord of Fire!

Oscar: H-Hey! Something just climbed out of your robe!

Sienna: Allowing the beasts to bed upon my person in exchange for their servitude is the secret of the Khan Empire!

Mercury: Yeah, seeing all those rats crawling around on her might seem like something out of a horror movie, but it's just another part of what makes her the Ultimate Breeder.

Sienna: As the Dark Beast of the South, Ghira Belladonna once said, "There are no gods or kings mighty enough to fell the bonds of brotherhood!"

Sienna: MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Mercury: Yeah, I, uh, know she's kinda weird, but she does really well as part of her school breeding club. They say she can tame any animal and even proliferated an endangered species. I've even heard she can speak with animals, but I don't think it's true.

Oscar: It sounds crazy, but... she does have more than a few rats crawling in her robe.

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Coco: ...What do you want?

Oscar: This girl's presence is overwhelming. Even her body seems too overwhelming for me to approach!.

Mercury: Hey, Coco! Got time for a quick introduction?

Coco: ...Introduction?

Mercury: C'mon, Oscar!

Oscar: O-Oh! Right. Um, hello. My name is Oscar Pine.

Coco: ...My name is Coco Adel. ...I'm done. That's it, right? Back off.

Oscar: Even I can tell she's thumbing her nose at me.

Mercury: Well, that's Coco for ya.

Oscar: What do you mean?

Mercury: Even by Ultimate standards, she's pretty special. She's next in line to inherit her family's fortune, which is a multi-billion lien conglomerate. She's already started making big moves in the business world. Simply put, she isn't called the Ultimate Affluent Progeny for nothing.

Oscar: That's... That's like a comic book origin.

Coco: You there. Oscar, wasn't it?

Oscar: Huh?

Coco: Why did the academy choose you? What's your Ultimate talent?

Oscar: Um, well, I... I can't remember...

Coco: You can't remember?

Mercury: The shock of all this must've triggered some kinda amnesia on him.

Coco: How foolish. ...We're done, aren't we? How much longer are you going to stand there?

Coco: Move along! That's the only thing you scrawny ones are any good at.

Mercury: Let's just leave, Oscar.

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Joanna: State your business.

Oscar: Oh, uh, w-well, I just wanted to do an introduction with you.

Joanna: An introduction? Understood. I don't mind.

Oscar: I'm Oscar Pine. It's nice to meet you.

Joanna: I'm Joanna Greenleaf. It is nice to meet you, too.

Mercury: This dignified looking woman is known as the ultimate swordswoman. Yeah, color me shocked, too, when I learned this tall woman could be so skilled with a blade. I've heard even veterans with decades of experience have trouble fighting her!

Oscar: I can kind of see why. The way she's staring at me is really intense.

Joanna: If what the mouse said was true, then we are expected to live on this island together. If this is true, then men and women are expected to treat each other with respect. Don't try anything inappropriate. I'd prefer not to kill anyone.

Oscar: I-Isn't that just a wooden sword?

Joanna: It may seem impossible, but a misaimed blow could prove fatal. Well... aimed blows can also prove fatal as well.

Oscar: (Gulps) I'll remember that.

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Sun: ...

Oscar: Looks like he's playing the arcade. More than that, it looks like he's completely ABSORBED by it!.

Sun: ...

Mercury: Hey, Oscar, haven't you introduced yourself to him yet?

Oscar: R-Right! I'm Oscar Pine. Nice to meet you.

Sun: ...

Oscar: Uh...

Mercury: Yo! Sun!

Sun: ...Huh? Sorry. Musta been real focused on this game or somethin'.

Oscar: Y-Yeah, or somethin'.

Sun: Introductions, huh? Alright. The name's Sun Wukong, and I'm the Ultimate Gamer. And I like all genres. ...Nice to meetcha.

Oscar: I'm Oscar Pine. Nice to meet you, too.

Sun: ...Uh-huh, totally.

Oscar: I don't think we're getting much further than this.

Mercury: Yeah, he's really into his game right now.

Sun: Nah, nah. It's more like I gotta charge up my thoughgs, and it takes time to do that, so I can't really talk unless I'm fully prepared, y'know? Especially with new people. Once I get to know 'em, I can talk a lot better.

Oscar: And yet he hasn't looked at me once. Sure, he's the Ultimate Gamer, but how can anyone game at a time like this?.

Sun: ...Ah! Hah, I'm sleepy...

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Mercury: Let's finish introducing ourselves to those two people over there.

Marrow: That's right. I'm having a really hard time because it's full of poison. Speaking of which, I'd appreciate it if you could use your mouth to suck it out~.

Whitley: Poison... I see...

Oscar: Hey, uh, do you guys have a second?

Marrow: (Sighs) Denied.

Oscar: Denied?.

Whitley: Hello. It is nice to meet you.

Oscar: It's nice to meet you, too. My name is Oscar Pine.

Marrow: Oh, so you're the new kid on the block, huh? The name's Marrow Amin, known on the streets as the Ultimate Cook, but I'd much prefer it if you called me the Ultimate Chef instead. Has much more of a big city flavor, y'know?

Whitley: Oh! I forgot to introduce myself! Forgive me! My name is Whitley Schnee. I am a foreign exchange student from Atlas. Hopefully I do not cause you too much trouble.

Oscar: Uh, same.

Oscar: His skin is like porcelain and his eyes are like sapphires! It's almost like looking at a fragil doll...

Mercury: Enchanted, Oscar? That's to be expected, since you're talking to the real Ultimate Prince, which means he's actual royalty!

Oscar: A real prince? Normally I'd be surprised, but looking at his graceful appearance, it's only natural to come to that conclusion, right?.

Whitley: I understand this may appear rude, but... I do feel happy to have met all of you.

Oscar: Huh?

Whitley: In my home country, I... I did not have a friend to call my own. Those of my age did not share my status in society. So to do something like this with everyone is a new experience for me...

Whitley: I EXTOL YOUR VIRTUES!

Oscar: Oh, uh, th-thanks?

Oscar: What's going on?! Why do I feel this sudden urge to drop to my knee and bow?!.

Marrow: H-Hey, I hope I'm not being left on the menu here.

Oscar: Huh? Oh! No! I-

Mercury: So Marrow, how's the restaurant look? Up to your standards?

Marrow: Hmhmhm... I'd be lying if I said I wasn't interested. Yeah, it's up to my standards. But I prefer the big city flavor of my hometown, even if this open country air is refreshing. Mhmhmhmhmhmhmhmhm...!

Oscar: Hey, aren't you...?

Marrow: Refined? Cultured? Guilty~!

Oscar: N-No. Worried.

Marrow: Worried? Why would I be worried? Honestly, I'm happy!

Oscar: Really? Why's that?

Marrow: Well, if I could get serious for a quick second... I've got a sneaking suspicion that Somewhat character is a real freak, if you get my meaning.

Oscar: ...What?

Marrow: I'd bet good money they're wearing a black thong as we speak! Or should we discuss this somewhere more privately? C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon!

Oscar: ...No.

Marrow: Alright, I'll put that aside for now. This might also be a bit of a shock for you, but I've got it on good intuition that Mister Schnee over there is one to put out, y'know? See, royalty are groomed to lack common sense, right? That makes them easy prey, like how I tried telling him my "loins" were poisoned and could only be cured if I ask him to suck it out.

Oscar: Is that what he was talking about earlier?

Whitley: Hm? What are you two talking about over here?

Marrow: We'll talk about this later.

Mercury: You better not.

Marrow: Still, when I fantasize about things like that, I can't help but look forward to living on this island! When it comes to love ans cooking, passion is the most important ingredient! Mhmhmhmhm~!

Oscar: This guy is dangerous... but not for the reason I first thought.

[multifandomrandomgirl]

I'll Hold Your Hand - Razzle x f!reader

Wordcount: 1120

Masterlist

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The first time that Y/N met Razzle Dingley was by pure chance. She’d been dragged out by her friend, Ruth, to a small venue in London which hosted rock bands. As much as Y/N grumbled and complained about having to go out, she couldn’t help but be excited by the live music. Tonight it was Hanoi Rocks who were playing.

Y/N and Ruth arrived at the venue about half an hour before they were due to be on stage. The pair tried to blend in with the crowd but Y/N felt out of place amongst the over-enthusiastic fans. Ruth had wandered off at some point which left Y/N standing at the bar alone with a pint in her hand.

The opening act wrapped up their set and the energy in the room seemed to get more intense as the lights dimmed and Hanoi Rocks entered the stage.

From the opening chord of ‘High School’, Y/N felt a spark of excitement and was completely entranced and enthralled by the band. The energy they had was infectious and Y/N couldn’t help but sway along to the music, no matter how hard she tried to stop herself.

It was the drummer, Razzle Dingley, who caught Y/N’s eye. His big, dopey smile, bright clothes and exuberant performance captivated Y/N’s gaze throughout the entire performance. He was a stark contrast to Y/N’s more reserved personality. Razzle was like a ray of sunshine.

The set finished all too quickly and Y/N found herself standing at the bar, wanting more from the band that had just cleared off of the stage. Y/N’s friend reappeared and was rambling about the band, she muttered something about wanting to meet them and so Y/N reluctantly agreed to stay at the venue a bit longer. Ruth grinned and dragged her towards a door that was clearly labelled ‘Performers only’.

In the performers corridor, it was chaos. There were people and pieces of equipment everywhere. Ruth managed to navigate her way through it, dragging an apprehensive Y/N behind her. They eventually found Hanoi Rocks.

Razzle was even more charismatic in person, his dopey smile was now more of a wat, and gentle smile. He greeted Y/N with a wink which made her heart skip a beat or two, even if she wouldn’t admit to it.

“Enjoy the show?” Razzle asked, his voice upbeat and happy.

Y/N nodded, she suddenly felt self-conscious and shy. “Yeah, you guys were brill.”

“Glad to hear it!” He grinned, eyes twinkling. “You looked like you were having a lot of fun tonight. I could see you from behind my drums.”

“I guess, I must have gotten caught up in the moment.” Y/N smiled shyly, blushing a little.

Ruth had walked off again, leaving Y/N alone with Razzle. They spoke for ages, he was genuine and interested in getting to know Y/N. He asked her question after question about her interests, her life and anything he could think of.

As the night went on, Y/N found herself letting her guard down around him. Eventually, the crowd started to disperse and Y/N realised it was time to leave.

“It was lovely meeting you.” Y/N smiled sadly, not wanting the evening to end.

“You too, maybe I’ll see you around?” Razzle grinned. “Perhaps at another show?”

“Maybe.” Y/N said, she wasn’t sure whether or not she’d ever have the courage to attend another show.

Razzle sensed her hesitation and smiled.

“Hey, before you go… I wouldn’t mind holding your hand – I guess.” Razzle said in a softer, more shy and sincere tone.

“What?” Y/N blinked in surprise, her heart racing.

“Just for a moment? Please?” He held his hand out to her, he was smiling more shyly now. 

Y/N hesitated for a moment before she reached out and took Razzle’s hand. His grip was reassuring and she felt a sense of relief wash over her.

The room around them faded into the background, leaving them standing in a bubble, mesmerised by each other.

“Not so bad, eh?” Razzle gave Y/N’s hand a gentle squeeze.

“Not so bad.” Y/N confirmed.

The moment ended way too soon and Y/N reluctantly let go of his hand. Razzle gave her a quick hug and promised to look out for her at future shows.

As she left, Y/N felt a warmth inside her that hadn’t been there before. Razzle’s sunny personality had pierced a hole in her cloudy personality and Y/N found herself excited to see the drummer again.

A few weeks passed by slowly and Y/N couldn’t stop thinking about that night. Every time she heard a Hanoi Rocks song on the radio, she felt a sharp twinge of longing. Y/N never got caught up on a guy, ever. But Razzle had changed something inside of her.

One day, Ruth came over, squealing in excitement. Hanoi Rocks were back in town. This time, Y/N didn’t hesitate to attend. She even found herself marking off the days leading up to the gig on her calendar in excitement.

At last, the night of the concert arrived, Y/N and Ruth arrived early to ensure they got a spot at the front, right by the stage. When Hanoi Rocks finally appeared on the stage, Razzle’s smile lit up the whole venue and Y/N felt a weird surge of happiness.

Throughout the gig, Y/N kept catching Razzle’s  eye, causing him to grin wider. When the show ended, Y/N let Ruth drag her backstage again, her heart was pounding.

“You came back!” Razzle spotted Y/N almost immediately, his smile wider than ever.

“Of course I did.” Y/N smiled back at the drummer.

“I’m glad you came back, I’ve been thinking about you nonstop.” He moved closer to her, his eyes sparkled with joy.

“R…really?” Y/N asked, blushing slightly.

“Really.” Razzle said. “I was hoping we could hang out some more. Get to know each other better.”

“I’d like that.” Y/N said softly, it felt as if her heart might explode at any given moment.

“How about we go for a walk?” He grinned. “I wouldn’t mind holding your hand. Again.”

Y/N laughed and held out her hand for him to take. “I’d like that.”

They left the venue hand in hand, chattering away. Razzle’s sunshine became a part of Y/N as he kissed her cheek on the walk home to her apartment.

In that moment, Y/N had never been so grateful for Ruth forcing her to go out.

She had Razzle now, and that’s all that mattered.

[burnwater13]

Rosario Dawson as Ahsoka Tano, The Mandalorian, Season 2, Episode 5, The Jedi

No!

Uh… sorry about that. Grogu had some unfinished business to attend to and he’s… uh… really sorry. I’ve asked his dad, Din Djarin, to stop by and share some interesting stories with you. He… uh… has agreed not to relate any stories that Grogu slept through. That pretty much means that the stories won’t be about armor polish, the benefits of ensuring that preventative maintenance is performed on thrust reversers and his collection of ration pack tins. Enjoy… oh, right, This is the Way!

-- Hey! How does this thing work?

You just talk and the words show up on the screen. It knows where to put the punctuation and how to spell everything. Don’t worry. 

-- Are you sure? The last time we did this it mixed up 'ad’ika' with 'aliik' and I still haven’t heard the end of it.

I promise you I’ll check it before it goes out. Plus, most folks who read these stories don’t read or speak Mando’a. 

-- I know that. But my old friend Laac Straso saw it and he hasn’t stopped laughing every time he sees me. I don’t want more of that. 

You and I will proof read it together as soon as I go stop Grogu from packing his bags. He threatened to go to Coruscant if he had to tell another story about Ahsoka Tano. He said that’s where Jedi belong and maybe if he went there she would remember who he was and stop pretending that they never met before. 

-- Why does that bug him so much? She was very nice on Corvus, once she realized I wasn’t there to help the Imps, as if I’d ever do that. 

He said, and I quote, ‘you spent approximately one and one half days on Corvus and he spent less than four hours with her. For that he’s written forty two stories about her.’

-- He hasn’t even written half that number of stories about Ahsoka!

I know. I know. I’m just telling you what he said. He also said that he spent far more time with Niebla, first on the Razor Crest on your way to Trask and then when you went off to help the former Mand’alor. But he’s only written a handful of stories about her. He doesn’t think it’s fair. 

-- Fair? I don’t tell him what to write the stories about. I’m just the guy who has to put up with his fans sending him story prompts about me taking my helmet off and can I please say ‘I’ll bring them in warm’. That’s a bit much, isn’t it? These are just the stories…

Of his life as he remembers it. They are very important to him and I guess he’s just upset that he doesn’t know Ahsoka as well as he wishes he did. There really aren’t that many Jedi left and he still feels like she abandoned him. 

-- You know that’s not true. She did what she had to do, just like all the rest of us. 

Yes. I know that. But how he feels is how he feels. You, by the way, still haven’t stopped complaining about Toro Calican. You knew him for what, less than 48 hours, and you brought him in cold. You don’t talk about any of the rest of those people you brought in cold. Not a single one. So what’s special about that kid? Did he remind you of yourself too much?

-- Hey! He reminded me of no such thing. I wasn’t that green or greedy. He almost ended Fennec and she’s your friend. She calls you ‘Boss’ almost as often as she calls Boba Fett ‘Boss’. 

This is not about Fennec. It’s about Grogu. He feels bad that he wasn’t able to do more for the rest of the Jedi. Just like Ahsoka. They both left all the people they knew and loved and felt how each and everyone of them died. It must have been horrible. I’m sure every time she looked at him she relived those events and felt all that pain again. Which is the same for him. I had hoped when he went to Luke’s sleep away camp that would change, that he would deal with those losses and see that the Force has a way of giving back to those who lost so much. 

-- He said the food was bad and Luke was obsessed with meditation. 

I know. Now, look, the recorder’s been taking down everything we’ve said. It’s time for you tell his readers a cute, funny, thoughtful story in an amusing way, so, uh… get ‘er done. He’s dragging that bag of his across the lawn and it’s just going to be filthy and he’s going to complain about that as soon as he remembers he forgot to pack his freeze dried froglets. I’m going to take him into Mos Kadhus and get him some frozen custard.

-- Fine. What the hell. Just tell him I love him.

Of course. This is the way.

[artdecosupernova-writing]

Small Stories Hour: Darkspace Portent

Intrusion

↳ The box fell onto the table with a cardboard thunk, the pieces inside clattering impatiently. Warren glanced from the screen of his phone to the colorful board game as it shouted its obnoxious slogan from the front of the lid, then landed his exasperated gaze on the man who dropped it in the first place. He was met with a cheeky grin and an equally obnoxious clap of the hands.

"Let's turn that frown upside down!"

"Tucker," Warren groaned. "Please. No."

Tucker executed a weird flip of his elbow-length obsidian hair and shook his butt from side to side as he kept himself bent over the table. "You need to smile today, friend!"

"I only just stopped smiling from the entire weed cake I ate by myself at graduation." Warren set his phone face-down on the table. "No thanks to you or anybody else, by the way."

"Wow, I followed you all the way to Arizona to be your roommate and this is the thanks I get? All sorts of wrong."

"You didn't even know I applied here, loser. Just let me sulk."

Picking up the box, Tucker shrugged and flopped his beanpole self onto his bed. "Suit yourself. You should know, though, that there's this girl that's been asking about you. Something about your eyes or whatever, I think she said she thought you were hot."

Warren scrunched his nose. "God, seriously? Already? Usually it's like…three blissful years before anyone fucking notices me."

"She's coming to the party that's being thrown down the hall, you going?"

"Can I not and say I did?"

"Nah, brah, you gotta go. You could meet your soulmate there."

Warren scoffed. "Right. My soulmate probably isn't even in this galaxy."

He did attend the party, though as he downed his first cup of alcohol he realized that despite his initial grumbling he was, in fact, having a pretty decent time. He flitted from group to group as vaguely electronic indie music played unchallenged in the background, surprising himself with his chattiness, participating in a rousing game of beer pong that ended with one of the frat guys spilling half the last cup down the front of his sweater.

A girl shoved a succulent in his face. "Wanna succ?!"

Warren blinked at the pastel pink bowl vase and the small tuft of Dudleya under his nose. He finished the three-point shot of his empty cup into the trash can. "Uh…bathroom?"

The girl, whose short afro perfectly complemented the shiny gold skater skirt she wore, took a step back in apprehension. "Uh…wait, what?"

"I gotta piss."

"Oh! Oh, god, I'm sorry!" She laughed and pointed to the succulent. "I thought you were…never mind, I'll let you go then!"

Warren watched her turn to swim through the crowd with her hand over her mouth in embarrassment. "Wait, what's your name?"

"Keeya!" she called over her shoulder as she waited awkwardly for a mountain of a vape-smoker to make room for her to squeeze through his group.

"You wouldn't happen to be the one who's been spreading the rumor that I'm hot, would you? That's a closely guarded secret and I may have to report you for it."

Keeya turned around and flashed him a brilliant smile. "Damn it…how'd you know?"

Warren grinned, hand searching for the bathroom door knob behind him. "Just a wild guess."

"You a freshman?"

"Yeah. You?"

"Yup. Moved in last week."

Warren tipped his head, still blindly flailing for the knob. "So…? Is it the eyes?"

Keeya nodded emphatically. "Oh, without question. You get that a lot?"

"More than I ever wanted. Hey, can I come back in a minute when I'm not about to wet myself because I can't seem to perform the simple task of locating a fucking door knob?"

Keeya laughed again and Warren hurried into the bathroom.

The two of them were practically inseparable for the rest of the party, talking with each other alone or with other people, making a game out of introducing one another to people they'd never met before. When the party showed signs of wearing down, Keeya instantly pitched in to help the clean-up process. Warren followed, picking cups with dregs of beer still in them out of partygoers' hands, much to their annoyance.

"Bold moves, Cougar," Keeya said, holding the trash bag open for him to dispose of the cups. "You could get your lights knocked out for something like that."

"Oh, I know," Warren said. He nodded toward a scowling goth girl in the corner of the dorm. "Wednesday over there's probably sifting through her apothecary in her mind right now for the right dosage of hemlock to slip into my next drink."

"I would've said arsenic."

"You too, huh?"

They continued their housekeeper jobs until only a handful of people were left, talking amongst themselves in the kitchen. Keeya tied the last trash bag shut and left it by the open front door.

"Well, this is where I leave you," she said. "Unless you wanna ask me out for coffee or something."

Warren spotted Tucker in the hall, making strange gestures at a group of girls who looked more parts bewildered than amused. He sighed and turned his attention back to Keeya.

"I'm not who you think I am," he said. "My name's not Warren Cougar, it's Reginald Branthwaite IV, and my father owns half of this university."

"Are you stalling?" Her eyes searched his face in question, on the verge of cautious hope, maybe a low expectation.

He swallowed. "Um…yeah. Okay. Let's get coffee."

He didn't speak much the entire time, busied himself with his usual black coffee and milk. Hands shifting uneasily over the cardboard sleeve of the cup. Keeya certainly noticed, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk on their way back to campus.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?"

Warren looked at her, surprised. "…Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"You look like you'd rather be anywhere else."

The way she said it made his heart twist. "No, it's not…I just..." He paused, unsure what his brain wanted his mouth to say. "…I'm not entirely sure I'm looking for a relationship right now. And…I don't know if that's what you're expecting or if you're cool with just being friends, or..."

Keeya raised her eyebrows. "You thought I wanted to start dating you? Sweetie, no, I'm in a committed relationship with my sociology professor."

Warren let out a huge snort of coffee and clamped his hand over his mouth to keep it from spraying everywhere. Half-choking, he signaled to give him a minute to make sure he wasn't about to literally die. "O-okay," he coughed. "I'm sorry. That was…great."

"Gotcha for a second, didn't I?"

"Point two seconds."

"I'll forgive the conceit since you're hot and all."

Warren, infinitely more relaxed now, smiled and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. "Like on a scale of one to ten…?"

"After that display, like, a fifteen at least."

A week or so into the beginning of classes, Warren came home to find his dorm room had been turned inside out and Tucker sat on his own bed, glancing wearily around at the clothes and books strewn about the floor. The chaos had been concentrated more to Warren's side, the things that once made a home on his desk now littering his bed and the couch.

"What the hell happened? Were we robbed?"

Tucker shook his head. "Nah, this lady came in and ransacked the place, dude. I tried to stop her but she was determined. I think she was looking for something. She was on your laptop for a long time."

Warren strode over to his desk and opened his laptop. It was still on and with a few clicks, he determined that his social media had been raided.

"Who would do this?" He scrolled through the pages of his first course assignment that had been read by the culprit. "What the fuck…?"

Keeya appeared in the doorway. "Hey, is everything okay? People are saying some woman was in here destroying you guys' things?"

"I don't think she destroyed anything," Tucker said. "She sure did wanna get into Warren's stuff, though."

Warren discovered half of his security programs were missing. In the recycling bin, thankfully, and he restored them to their original state, his brow furrowed. "Tucker, what did she look like?"

"Uh…she was average build, black hair to her shoulders, bangs, I think she had…brown eyes?"

Warren's fingers paused over the keys. He turned to Tucker and his frown deepened. "Did she look a little like me?"

Tucker and Keeya exchanged a look. He smoothed a hand over his bun and scrutinized Warren's face. "I dunno?"

"Wait, is she related to you?" Keeya asked.

The lack of emotion in Warren's chest as he pieced together what happened surprised him. He slumped in his chair, folding his arms and sighing deeply. "Yeah."

"Who is she and what did she want?"

"I think it was my sister." Warren ran a hand through his hair, dreading the incoming months if it meant having to deal with this all of the time. He should've realized it would end up this way; after their last encounter the week following his arrival into Arizona, he had the strangest sense that he wasn't going to get any rest. "She's keeping tabs on me."

"What? Why?"

He contemplated explaining the entire situation, starting with how just last year he was hospitalized for almost finding himself at the bottom of Ruria Lake and how the only one who put him there was himself. He almost opened up about a couple of weeks ago, sitting in front of his aunt's house up north in his shitty car with no air conditioning, staring through the windshield as Layla screamed at him through the window, calling him names, accusing him of being selfish, that he didn't care about the family at all, that he only decided to go to college in Arizona to play the victim card, all while Adam watched from the house.

In lieu of that, he shook his head. "She's a bitch sometimes, that's all. I mean, I knew that my whole life, but this is a new low."

The other two were quiet for a second.

Keeya cleared her throat. "Want us to be your family now?"

Tucker shrugged again. "We can get all up in your personal space and wreck your shit for you instead."

Warren grinned despite the fact that he didn't really want to smile at all. "Thanks. I'll be okay. I always am."

He reassured them that he was okay until they went off to get something to eat. He told them he'd be with them soon. When they were gone, he brought up his various social media accounts on his phone, steadily deleting them one by one. It was a temporary fix, but he needed to do it. He could handle being seen as the weirdo without the apps, but he couldn't handle any more abuse from his family.

For a second he stopped, having accidentally scrolled onto a picture of Adam with what looked to be a newborn in his arms. He admired the photo briefly, the subtle smile on his brother's face as he cradled the child with care.

Warren hesitated. Only slightly. "Yeah, fuck you, too, buddy," he muttered, deleting his own profile. Then he tossed his phone onto his bed and followed his friends out of the dorms.

[warmglowofsurvival]

twenty one pilots talk origins, insecurities, and their sprawling new album blurryface

Since the release of their 2013 album Vessel and it's attendant hit singles "Holding on to You" and "Guns for Hands," Twenty One Pilots have become summer music festival favorites. Which makes sense, as the Columbus, Ohio, duo work hard to give you an entire Lollapalooza's worth of music in one convenient... well, Vessel. Their new album, Blurryface, out today on Fueled by Ramen, is even more willfully eclectic than its predecessor, veering from dance music thumpers to indie rock-rap hybrids to campfire folk comedowns with little regard for your genre expectations. Before signing with Fueled by Ramen, singer/multi-instrumentalist Tyler Joseph and drummer Josh Dun were slugging it out in the Columbus music scene, self-releasing albums and posting songs online. They might have some MTV Video Music Award nominations and Pete Wentz's phone number now, but their basic approach hasn't changed at all; they still just want to impress each other first and foremost. Here's Joseph and Dun on their early days, their new album and the intention -- or lack thereof -- behind their gift for doing everything at once.

When did you guys first meet?

Tyler Joseph: You know, when we get asked this question, Josh and I like to make something up on the spot to try to make the other laugh. We've come up with a lot of great answers to that question, like meeting in prison, or that we were the only two survivors on a train wreck. Josh always seems to be a lifeguard in his stories and he always revives me, which I think is a little odd, but it always gets a chuckle out of me. In all honesty, we met through a mutual friend here in Columbus, Ohio. Josh came out to a show that I was playing with some other people. So, we actually met at a show and he said, "Hey, let's hang out sometime," and that's something that's said all the time, you know, and people don't really follow up on it, but for some reason Josh and I did hang out. He came over to the house and late hours into the night we got to talking about music and what we wanted to do with it.

Josh Dun: We knew at that moment that we'd be best friends for life.

When you first started writing music together, how did you guys know that you had something?

TJ: I think what's cool is that we started out as friends first. When we met each other, I think that we just hung out as friends for about a year before we even started playing together. It is probably pretty important, looking back now, that we'd established that trust with each other, just as friends. We developed a cool relationship and then everything fell into place where we were both available to play music together and not with the other people that we were playing with. It just worked out perfectly. I had some songs that I had written that I was throwing together, and I remember when Josh first started playing his songs live, it all came together and made sense for me.

JD: The first time I actually met Tyler was at a show that he was playing with a couple of his buddies. I remember, because I had been playing music for a little while, and I really had a specific idea of what I wanted to be a part of in my mind, and I had never really seen what I had in mind until I saw Tyler performing. I even remember thinking, "That's what I want to be a part of." I think it was the very first time that we ever met that I just totally knew that I wanted to someday play music with Tyler and be creative and take over the world.

What was it you were looking for, and what did you find in him?

JD: I think it's just something that's a little bit different I guess. It was like some sort of itch that I couldn't scratch. What I had in mind was something that I hadn't really heard before and that I finally heard, and I was excited about that.

What was the music scene in Columbus like while you were growing up?

JD: I think Columbus has always embraced music pretty well, and I think it still does. By the time that we were in high school and early college, I would say there was a pretty decent music scene here, and from all different kinds of things: people playing house shows, or people playing one of the local venues, and people doing pretty well. We made friends with some of these people, and then there was a time when Tyler and I closed our eyes and kind of dug our own little tunnel. The way that we describe it is that a year later, after getting to reach the surface again to catch a breath of air, we look back and realized how far we've been able to go over that past year.

You pull from a lot of different genres at once on your album. There's some rap on there, indie rock, dance music, and even some ukulele. Is that the goal, to sound like someone's iPod, with all these different types of sounds in one place?

TJ: I wouldn't say that that's the goal. We're not aiming to try to be as all over the place as possible. I think that the landscape of the record is a testament to the type of music that Josh and I like to listen to, which is all kinds of music. We're a product of that generation that has access to everything, and it comes down to it whenever Josh and I are working on a song. There's a lot of outside pressure, a lot of outside opinions, especially going into the second record, and I think that we work pretty hard to all block those things out and ask ourselves the question, "Do we like this?" So I wouldn't say it's intentional, like, "Let's try to make a record that sounds so sporadic and so crazy." I think that's just the product of what we like in music.

How do you guys make it all work together as one song or one album? Because you'll jump from a song like "Polarize," which is dance music, to a song that's more of a ukulele, acoustic type of sound.

TJ: Like I said, it's not like an intentional. It just kind of all happened. We wrote the record on the road. We were very influenced by our live shows and being in front of fans every night. There's a couple things that we tried to do: one, we want to say this on our record because we didn't say it on our last record. But then at the same time we're very influenced by what we wished we had in our live set. That is very important to us, and we're very intentional about which songs go where, and when you're writing a record on the road, you kind of get to answer the questions, "What is it that our live set needs? Which song do we wish we had in this moment here?" So I guess a lot of this record is just an answer to that, kind of a rebuttal to what it is that Josh and I think our live set needs.

The first single, "Fairly Local" — I believe it has the line, "this isn't for the radio", which is a strange thing to say on your single. But it does seem to be a song about worrying that you might lose contact with where you're from. Is that something you're concerned about?

TJ: I guess there's always that fear that you're going to change as a person. But, also whether or not you're in the spotlight making music, you're going to change, too. I mean, Josh and I are right now sitting in Columbus, Ohio, at my house and we love it here. It's our hometown and it will always be. So, I think in the song "Fairly Local", it's more metaphor. We had a lot of conversations with a lot of people who like listening to music or using music to get through tough times. If anything, I think Josh and I learned when we were traveling the world during the last album cycle that everyone's the same, everyone feels the same issues. So, it's kind of a way of getting on the same level as these people and telling them, in a sense, we understand what you're going through.

What does the title Blurryface mean to you?

TJ: Blurryface is this guy who represents everything i'm insecure about. Honestly, we all know that we're insecure about certain things, but what we don't totally understand is how those insecurities affect our day-to-day life. So it's helped me give my insecurities a seat at the table, so I can stare across at him and give him a name and face and personality. I can kind of retaliate and I can see these insecurities for what they are, and so this guy named Blurryface is someone that i'm trying to understand — but also defeat every day.

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May I Have This Dance?- Harry Potter x OC

Harry Potter x Anastasia Lestrange

Description: Anastasia finds out that Harry asked Parvati Patil to the Yule Ball and is heartbroken by it. She ends up going with a Durmstrang student, but when Harry cuts into their dance feelings are revealed and Harry realizes how stupid he had been.

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“Did you hear about Harry Potter asking Parvati Patil to the Yule Ball?” Anastasia heard Lavender Brown ask as she and a couple friends passed the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. Hermione and Ron, who had been sitting with her, froze their movements. Apparently they heard it as well.

“Ron, did you know about this?” Hermione asked, looking at the boy worriedly. Ron only shook his head, stating that Harry never mentioned who he would be attending the ball with. Hermione looked at her friend once more to gauge her reaction. Anastasia, however, looked to be in a state of sadness and disappointment. After how much they talked about the Yule Ball together, Anastasia had been so sure that he’d ask her to go with him. Had she read the situation wrong?

“Do you want us to ask him about it, Anna?” Her friend asked gently. Anastasia was quick to shake her head.

“No, don’t worry about it. He asked Parvati, there’s nothing to be done now. Let’s just hope I actually get asked to the ball then,” she joked, but there was no humor in her voice. When she saw Ron and Hermione shoot each other worried looks, she sighed.

“Guys, seriously. If he doesn’t want to go with me, that’s fine. It’s his choice, not mine. I should be getting to the library. I told Seamus I’d help him study for that Charms exam we have coming up.” She didn’t wait for either of them to answer before she gathered her things and left the Great Hall, trying to get away from everyone as fast as possible.

She felt heartbroken. Of course her and Harry were not official, but they were what people called “officially unofficial.” Anastasia guessed that he no longer wanted to be a part of that label, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Later that day, she, Ron, Hermione, Harry and Luna were walking to lunch together. Ron, Hermione and Luna wouldn’t say anything, but all three of them could tell that there was tension between the other two. They looked between each other, giving each other knowing looks. Anastasia refused to look at Harry for fear of crying. She’d done good distracting herself earlier that morning, but now that she was with him she was constantly about to break.

“Anastasia!” She suddenly heard a deep voice call from behind the group. The group stopped immediately and turned to the source of the voice. Anastasia didn’t recognize it at first because she wasn’t used to hearing a Bulgarian accent around the school, but when she turned around, she smiled.

“Oh hey. Maxim, right?” She asked as he stopped in front of her. She remembered seeing him during the first task. They talked while they waited for Viktor to perform the task and found themselves getting along well with each other. It was refreshing considering how worried she’d been. Viktor Krum and someone else she didn’t know stood behind him, making their dynamic a sort of triangle shape. She had to take a step back when the three of them bowed respectfully at her so Maxim didn’t bump into her.

“Da (Yes),” Maxim answered somewhat breathlessly from jogging after her. He seemed nervous about something, which somewhat worried her. Before she could comment on it, Maxim looked back anxiously. Viktor and the unknown person gave him an encouraging smile and gestured to Anastasia. Maxim faced her once more, the nervous smile still on his face.

“Anastasia, I was wondering if you would like to attend the Yule Ball with me?” He asked timidly, though his strong accent made it difficult. Anastasia was taken aback by his question. She glanced back at Hermione and Luna then smiled when they gave her encouraging looks. Upon looking at Maxim again, she nodded.

“I would love to,” she answered softly. The tension in Maxim’s shoulders eased considerably and he smiled. Taking her hand, he placed a gentle kiss on her knuckles.

“I cannot wait. We will get together on the details,” he responded. With that, Maxim along with Viktor and the other guy bowed once more before starting to walk back in the direction they came in. She watched the other two hype Maxim up about her accepting his invitation and laughed.

“Okay I know that did not just happen,” Hermione exclaimed, keeping her voice low enough to not disturb other students in the corridor. “Did Maxim Barinov just ask you to the Yule Ball?”

“That was quite possibly one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen,” Luna spoke softly, as usual. Anastasia had to stop herself from squealing excitedly, but a small one still managed to escape her lips.

“That was so cute!” She exclaimed, and the three of them began walking and talking about dresses and time. Ron watched with a lovely smile, but Harry looked less than pleased.

“Why do you care, mate? You already asked someone else,” Ron spoke in a slightly reprimanding tone before jogging to catch up with the girls and leaving Harry standing there looking defeated.

The next few days were filled with the girls talking about dresses and makeup. Harry had resigned himself to just watch Anastasia be happy about being asked. Ron was right, he had already asked Parvati, but he still felt disappointment brewing in the pit of his stomach. It was nothing against her, but he meant to ask another, and he didn’t have the heart to change that.

When the day of the Yule Ball arrived, Harry only saw Anastasia once and that was for them to exchange gifts before Hermione dragged her off to get ready. He’d gotten her more art supplies as per usual, but she had gotten him something a little more extravagant. It was a silver ring that fit his middle finger (she had to use Ron’s hand for reference, give her a break) with a peridot stone in the middle, he guessed it was because he’s a Leo.

It shocked him if he was being honest. He hadn’t expected such a nice gift, it was sort of endearing. He slipped it on his finger and smiled at it, finding it amusing that his birthstone was green while hers was red. He never noticed that little coincidence until now.

By the time it was time for him to get ready, he still kept the ring on. In fact, he showed it off proudly. He found Parvati and had to admit she looked great, but that didn’t stop the disappointment from settling inside him once again. As he talked with her and Ron, he realized the latter had stopped participating in the conversation. Ron was now looking past him to the staircase, and Parvati wasn’t far after him. Finally, Harry turned to see what was going on.

His eyes widened when he realized it was Anastasia dressed to the nines. Her emerald green dress fit her perfectly and even dragged behind her as she walked down the steps, using the arm linked in Maxim’s to her advantage. Her hair was done up in a twisted bun at the back of her head with a few strands pulled out at the front and she wore red lipstick that contrasted nicely to her green dress. She looked beautiful to say the least.

“Hello Harry, you look wonderful,” she greeted with a coy smile as they reached him. Harry quickly picked up his jaw from the floor and smiled back at her.

“Wow Anna, you look amazing,” was all he could respond with. She gave him a shy ‘thank you’ then hugged Parvati, telling her she looked beautiful. Ron was next to hug her and tell her she looked beautiful. Harry’s eyes shot to Maxim, who watched the interaction with an eased smile. This may be the first time he’d seen a Durmstrang boy look so relaxed since they arrived at Hogwarts.

Once the greetings were done, Anastasia linked her arm in Maxim’s again, stating that she’d see them later before the two walked into the ballroom. Harry watched her go with what almost could be considered to be a sullen smile.

Hours later Harry and Parvati took a break from dancing. From where he was sitting, Harry could see Anastasia dancing with Maxim. After watching him say something to her then her laugh at uit, he finally seemed to understand the feeling in his stomach that he’d been feeling all day: longing. He longed to be the one making her laugh while they danced and he wanted to be her date this evening. He almost jumped out of his skin when he felt someone’s hand rest atop his. Parvati gave him an understanding smile.

“Go ask her to dance. I don’t mind,” she said softly. Harry wanted to deny her, he wanted to say that he was happy where he was, but that would be a lie. So, he gave her a sympathetic smile and apologized sincerely to her. She waved him off, joking that if she isn’t invited to the wedding there’d be hell to pay. Harry had to try not to blush at that as he stood. Parvati stood with him and adjusted his tie one last time before walking off, presumably to find her sister.

“Do you mind if I cut in?” Harry asked upon reaching the dancing couple. Anastasia looked at Maxim for permission. He simply nodded then left with a bow as the orchestra began playing a slower song.

“May I have this dance?” He asked with a smile upon facing her again. Anastasia nodded and smiled at him, her hands going to rest on his shoulders while his went to her waist. They began to sway in tandem with the music.

“Are you having fun?” He mumbled, looking into her eyes.

“Loads,” she responded with a nod. “It’s been amazing. All the lights and the music and the people, it’s all just so-”

“-magical” they finished simultaneously. Anastasia blushed and looked down shyly. Harry couldn’t help but smile.

“You really do look beautiful, you know,” he muttered. “Gorgeous, actually.”

“Not too bad yourself,” she responded teasingly. “I also see you’re wearing the ring I gave you.” He nodded at that and glanced at his right hand, where the ring stood proudly.

“How could I not? This is the most thoughtful gift I think I’ve ever gotten,” he responded. Anastasia hummed thoughtfully.

“I was planning on giving it to you when you asked me to the Yule Ball,” she spoke without thinking. Both their eyes widened, but for different reasons. Anastasia looked horrified by her confession, but Harry was genuinely shocked.

“You wanted me to ask you to the ball?” He asked, absolutely flabbergasted. He was honestly trying to make sure he heard her right and it wasn’t a dream. Anastasia shrugged, looking embarrassed as her gaze went to their feet.

“I mean, yeah. We’ve been spending a lot of time together so I just assumed…” she trailed off before sighing. “I guess I just read the situation wrong.” Now he just felt stupid. Why hadn’t he thought of that when he decided not to ask her?

“Hey,” he called quietly, lifting her chin with his fingers. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I was- I was afraid. You know… of you rejecting me.” Anastasia couldn’t believe her ears. Without thinking, her hand lifted and smacked the side of his head.

“Ow! What was that for?” He exclaimed as his hand shot up to rub his head.

“Harry James Potter are you kidding me? You’re telling me that we could’ve avoided feeling bad and had a good time here together if you hadn’t assumed things?” She asked with obvious dismay. Harry blushed profusely at her question and shrugged awkwardly. Anastasia huffed frustratedly as her hands rested on her shoulders once more.

“You’re lucky you’re cute because I would be a lot more mad if I didn’t like you.” Harry’s eyes softened and he rested his hands on her hips again.

“Lucky me,” he joked, making her smile a little. “Well, since that’s no longer a problem, how about we spend the rest of the night together enjoying the ball?” He asked gently. Anastasia’s smile widened and she leaned forward, resting her forehead against his.

“I’d like that a lot,” she whispered. Harry hummed happily in response and continued to sway to the music, subtly pulling her body closer to his. This didn’t go unnoticed by her, but she wasn’t going to say anything. As they danced, Anastasia noticed Maxim and Parvati dancing not far from them. She smiled, no longer feeling guilty about basically leaving him in the dust.

Hours passed and the festivities died down a bit. Harry offered to escort Anastasia back down to the Slytherin common room, so they walked arm in arm down the empty corridors. The only sound heard was Anastasia’s heels clicking on the stone. They made it to the stairs of the dungeon and she stopped, facing him.

“You don’t have to go down there. Draco will be waiting for me, and I don’t want you to have to deal with him,” she explained gently.

“I’ll be okay. I told you I’d walk you to your common room, and I intend to do that,” he responded simply with the shake of his head. He took her hand and led her down the stairs, making sure to go slow so she didn’t fall with her heels. She smiled when he held her arm when she mentioned a constantly slippery step near the bottom of it. Finally they arrived at the large door that would open to the Slytherin common room.

“Thanks for walking back here, Harry. I had a lot of fun tonight,” she mumbled with a lazy smile.

“Of course. I did too,” he responded, becoming nervous once more. He’d never been very good at dealing with girls and it showed. Anastasia almost giggled at his awkwardness, deciding to help him out. She stepped closer if even possible, and kissed him. He was evidently surprised, but he most definitely did not push her away. Her hands cupped his face as his eyes fell closed. Only a minute later, they pulled away. Harry had to hide his surprise at the fact that her lipstick hadn’t smudged at all.

The two jumped away from each other when the door to the Slytherin common room opened. Draco stepped into their view with his arms crossed. Behind him, Anastasia could see Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy and Cecily.

“I thought I heard your voice. Come on Anna, wouldn’t want you to be contaminated by Potter here,” Draco spoke haughtily. Harry’s eyes hardened and he took a menacing step towards the other boy.

“I’ll be there in a minute Dray, leave us alone,” Anastasia responded, holding a hand out in front of Harry to stop him. Draco’s eyes narrowed challengingly, but couldn’t say anything before Cecily walked up behind him.

“Take your time,” she offered with a kind smile, only to give her boyfriend a challenging look when he faced her. She gave the other two one more polite smile before dragging Draco inside with the doors closing behind them.

“I’m sorry about him, he’s ridiculous,” Anastasia apologized, looking extremely embarrassed. Harry smiled sympathetically.

“It’s okay, I’ve dealt with him well enough thus far,” he responded, making her smile.

“I should probably get back, Cecily can only hold him back for so long,” she muttered awkwardly. Harry nodded and rested one hand in his pocket.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then?” He asked, to which she nodded jovially. Harry gave her a nod and started walking away, but stopped when she called his name. He watched her walk brisky up to him then blushed when she kissed his cheek.

“Be careful in the next task, okay?” She said more as a question than a statement. “For me?” Harry swallowed and nodded profusely.

“Yeah, yeah course,” he agreed quickly. Anastasia nodded with a small smile and walked back to the door. He watched her mumble the password and the door opened. She gave him one last smile then walked in, closing the door gently behind her. Harry stood there for a moment then fist bumped the air the way he’d seen in a movie before heading up to tell Hermione and Ron all that happened.

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What’s up everyone!

My names Matt McMahon and I am a photographer living in San Diego, CA (originally from Gig Harbor, WA) and I wanted to start this blog to help others like myself navigate the chaotic industry of photography and hopefully be able to provide some guidance/direction to those who seek it.

About Me

Like I said before, I was born and raised in Gig Harbor Washington but moved to sunny San Diego in 2017 to attend college at San Diego State University. Throughout my whole life photography has been a hobby/passion of mine even though I never took it too seriously until these past few years. Growing up I had a GoPro HERO 3 that I filmed EVERYTHING on whether it was walking the dog, wakeboarding, skating, you name it. I always had that little camera on me and I loved using it to make edits on iMovie with my brother and friends. As I got older my parents noticed my passion for photography and got me my first cannon digital camera that was a hunk of junk, but at the time I thought it was the coolest thing ever. Although this camera was not great, it gave me the chance to learn how to operate a DLSR and actually focus on exposure, shutter speed, and filming videos at different settings to get different results.

At this point in life my friend and I were doing competition wakeboarding and were ranked as the top two athletes in Washington. I saw this as a great opportunity to work on my photography/videography so I would take pictures and create videos for YouTube and Instagram to practice editing with hopes that someone of significance within the wakeboard industry would see our talent and offer us a sponsorship. When looking back on some of the first videos I ever made they are so bad it’s actually humiliating, but hey everyone’s got to start somewhere! (I’ll throw the link in here so you guys can see lol) Filming wakeboarding is what really took me to the next level with photography and videography because I had endless content and at this time that I also started to learn Adobe Lightroom and Premier so I could ditch iMovie and start making cleaner more advanced content. Eventually this paid off and landed us the opportunity in 2020 to move to Orlando, FL to live with professional wakeboarder Mike Dowdy where we trained and worked towards being on a professional level of wakeboarding. During this time I took a year off of school at SDSU to pursue this pipe dream. Orlando was an amazing opportunity for my wakeboarding and photography career because I was able to ride all the time with a coach while also obtaining endless content to work on. My skills definitely advanced during this time and I thought I had a chance to make it pro within wakeboarding, but then COVID hit and I was forced to move back home to Seattle. This killed my dream of becoming a pro wakeboarder and I decided to go back to SDSU to finish up my degree in Business Management.

When I moved back to San Diego for School, I still wanted to use my camera and work on my talents within film and photography but I was not wakeboarding anymore and felt lost on what to shoot. From this I started taking photos of landscapes and people to try and capture emotions, feelings, and moments that seemed valuable to me. As time went on, I made a few friends who perform and create music that needed a photographer to obtain content so they could promote their work, and they reached out to me to see if I would be willing to help. I took this opportunity as a fun little project, but little did I know this opportunity would open so many doors for me that I would never have guessed would have opened. In this blog I am going to talk about where this opportunity has gotten me along with tips, tricks, and strategies on how to do this for yourself. I hope you guys choose to follow along!

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ULTRAMagic Interlude: Shadowland Chapter 28

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The next day was a busy one for Weaver and Gabriella. They woke up with a spring in their step, getting ready for a conference Gabriella was to attend. Many governing bodies of Inferno were very interested in what had been happening to Shadowland and The Iron City. While this was going on, things were very active back in Shadowland. Trains were coming and going, people headed out on missions to reclaim the kingdom’s resources, and heavy machinery was being brought in from all over. Barna and Gratiana had noticed all of this, going for a walk to observe what they could.

“Goodness, Sten’s not wasting any time getting things back in order, is he?” Gratiana pointed out as several military trucks rolled past them on the street.

Barna coughed a little over the dust being kicked up. “Can’t say I blame him after all he’s gone through. I’d dare say he might be a little worried of Milosh’s ilk from wherever he came attacking Shadowland, but that’s just my guess.”

The two continued to walk, making their way to Strike Street. Vehicles were using it to get where they needed while others transported debris away from the remains of The Eternal Church. To Barna’s surprise, a group of royal guardsmen were marching to Castle Haugen, escorted by a group of royal knights. The guardsmen surely noticed Barna and Gratiana, but remained focused on their march. Barna glanced to his side on a whim and noticed a familiar guardsman approaching them.

“Hey, Barna! It’s been a while!”

“Sven, my boy! What are you guys doing here?”

“I guess his majesty wanted to send some knights our way in return for some of us coming here as a sign of good will. As for me, I got here early on one of the first trains here. I wanted to see this place as soon as possible.”

“And Ivar let you come here just like that? Last time I checked he’s still worried for you and Brenna.”

“Surprisingly he was all for one of us going to Shadowland this time. Brenna is busy with Blood, so I volunteered.”

Barna patted him on the shoulder. “Well either way, he’s got nothing to worry about. The cult’s pretty much dead at this point. And if Milosh is smart, he’ll run for his life and never come back…”

“Well remember, Barna, Gummi inherited his intelligence from me,” Gratiana reminded him.

This made Barna chuckle. “Fair point. It’s Milosh’s funeral if he decides to show his face again.”

Sven turned to Gratiana. “The Iron City’s a buzz with the news of your betrayal of Milosh, Gratiana.”

“Is everyone still angry over my past actions? We’re all aware there might be some friction…”

“Honestly? I don’t think so. Some might still be bitter, but overall I think Dunja cemented the precedent that you’ve come to your senses… I’m not sounding rude, am I?”

“No, not at all. Sven, could you indulge me with a curiosity I’ve had ever since I crossed paths with your family?”

“Sure. Shoot.”

“Well given your dark skin, light colored hair, and striking blue eyes, it invokes a branch of the descendants from the Great Sienna Plains in the southern Unlight. They wouldn’t happen to be your ancestors, would they?”

“Indeed they are,” Sven replied with pride in his voice.

“How wonderful. I remember back in the prime of Feuerland when the Siennan tribesmen would visit the kingdom. Such fantastic warriors, performers, and craftsmen. And the food they introduced to us? Simply sublime. I recall my brother being enraptured by their culture…”

“Wait, you have a brother?”

She nodded. “Sir Gideon Arlotti. Sadly he went missing a long time ago. I’m certain he’s still out there, however.”

“Oh, well that’s not good. You have my sympathy, Gratiana…”

“I have a good idea where he is…” a voice added in.

Sven jumped out of his skin. “Andelin! Don’t do that!” Gratiana and Barna chuckled.

“Sven, Torunn needs you at the castle” Andelin said as she threw down a card that summoned a door.

“Oh yeah, forgot about that… Sorry, Barna, Gratiana. I’ve got some work to do” Sven groaned as he entered the door with Andelin.

“See you later, Sven,” Barna replied.

“Best of luck to you, dear,” Gratiana added.

There was not much else to see, as things had settled down over the course of that conversation. Vehicles were still moving about, but it was mostly mundane things at this point. The pair figured they would return to Claudius' mansion. Barna knew Aureolus would be training his bird and wanted to see that. When they got there, things were a bit upset. Claudius met them at the foyer, looking concerned.

“Ah, Barna, Gratiana… something’s happened with Albrecht. It’s best that you see it for yourself.” Leading them to the backyard, they were met with Aureolus, Dunja, and a familiar looking boy.

“What in the Source? Albrecht, is that you?” Barna questioned.

“Hey, uncle…”

“Dunja, what happened here?” Gratiana asked.

The queen was flipping through a ghostly grimoire. “I have no idea. I can’t find anything here that would indicate Albrecht regressing in age like this…”

Aureolus had his arms crossed, thinking. “Hmm… maybe whatever facilitated the spell feels Albrecht doesn’t need to be an adult anymore…” A hawk with red feathers and fiery wings landed next to him and squawked. “Yes, very possible, Ignis.”

Albrecht grumbled at this idea. “Oh great, some random void entity has control over my very existence…”

“Well it’s not all bad, kiddo” Dunja stated as she closed her book. “I was bummed out that I wouldn’t get to raise you. I mean, you look about ten, but I’ll take what I can get.”

“Okay, I guess… wait, does that mean I can’t drink anymore?”

Dunja shook her head. “Not until you’re an adult again.”

“RATS!” He looked at Barna.

He chuckled. “Sorry, lad. Going to have to side with Dunja on this one. I’m already not thrilled about Corentin smoking cigars, ha.”

Gratiana pondered for a second. “Well look at it this way, Albrecht: You don’t have to fight or work anymore.”

The boy rested his face on his hand. “I don’t?”

“Of course not,” Dunja agreed. “Al, I had a panic attack every single time we ran into each other back when I was with Milosh. There is no way I’m going to let you go out and get hurt like that, mark my words.”

“How I yearn for the days of my youth, Albrecht” Claudius declared. “No worries, basic chores, a warm meal and bed at the end of the day… no villages full of disease and murderous fleas everywhere…” That last remark had some venom behind it, catching everyone else off guard. “Point is, Albrecht: This is a blessing in disguise.”

He let that sink in. Albrecht was finally a child and it felt right, for the most part. “Well, I guess I could give this a try.”

“That’s the spirit, lad,” Barna assured.

Dunja nodded, then turned to Aureolus. “Nephew, I need to borrow your bird…”

As she went to get some paper, Aureolus gave Ignis a few scratches. “What do you say? Want to go to The Iron City?” The bird gave a sound of confirmation.

Once the letter was ready, Dunja put it in an envelope and gave it to Ignis. “Now Ignis, fly to the east and look for a city with a great forest to the west. The city will have a floating tower that you can’t miss. That’s your destination, got it?” The hawk gave one more confirmation noise and took off, leaving a trail of embers in his wake.

Aureolus exhaled. “Oh boy, his first letter run…”

Claudius put his hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry, the birds of the royal aviary are second to none.”

Dunja dusted off her hands and ruffled Albrecht’s hair. “Torunn’s going to lose her mind when she sees you like this.”

“Yeah, but how’s dad going to react to this though?”

Dunja shrugged. “Don’t know. He’s already enthusiastic to meet you, so I don’t think all of this will change that.”

Everyone went back inside after that since it was close to dinner time. Claudius got to work, feeling in the mood for cacciatora and risotto. Sitting down at the dining table, Albrecht felt incredibly disoriented. Dunja had him sit next to her with Aureolus on his other side. This seemed to help get Albrecht out of his daze. She was worried about how he would adjust to being a child. No matter what, Dunja would do her best to make sure the boy felt comfortable.

Dinner was fantastic, as always. Claudius felt compelled to do extra good since Gratiana was finally in tow. She adored his cooking, as it reminded her of the decadent meals she enjoyed back in Feuerland. The quality of their food would have easily landed the doctor a job amongst the royal chefs. Gratiana’s presence at dinner was surreal for Albrecht. A former enemy was just sitting there, enjoying a meal with them… and he was also a child now. A lot of thoughts were going through his head, but he was happy they no longer had a reason to fight each other.

Some time after the meal, Albrecht saw Gratiana and Barna sitting by a fireplace, reading as the fire crackled and warmed the lounge. “Hey, mind if I sit with you two?” He asked.

“Well of course you can, nephew,” Barna said as he closed his book. “What’s on your mind?”

“Are you two, uh… a couple now?” Albrecht inquired as he sat down on a stool.

“Well, yes, I suppose so. Gratiana?”

She nodded. “I’d assume given how fun last night was.”

Albrecht chuckled. “Source, I wish I had a mead for this. That’s strange to hear, given all we’ve been through.”

“Well you know what they say, my boy: Reality is stranger than fiction” Barna stated.

Gratiana nodded. “In truth I never wanted Milosh or his foolish cult. I just felt there was nothing else for me… and then Blood-Wraith and Weaver came along. Speaking of our fellow blacksmith, Barna, Weaver did a fantastic job repairing my spears.”

He gave a proud chuckle. “Hey, he learned from the best.”

After a pause, Gratiana spoke. “Barna, before I forget; I have a question for you of utmost importance.”

“What’s the matter, Gratiana?” Barna could see the change of expression in her face.

“Say our relationship goes all the way, and we, oh, marry someday…” Barna could feel his face turn red at the idea of that. “...that would make Gummi your step-son. How do you feel about that?”

Albrecht looked at his uncle. He was deep in thought. “Uncle Barna?”

Barna sighed. “Then so be it. It’ll throw Corentin for a loop, but that’s just how it is. Ha, I just realized that’ll give me another chance to show up Milosh: I’ll be a better father than he could ever be!”

Gratiana laughed out of joy. “Thank you, Barna. That means a lot to me.”

“Of course just as long as you two got a thing for smithing and alchemy. I fully plan to get back to work once this is all said and done.”

“That’s fine with us. Those are things I’ve fancied for ages, and would’ve learned had my father not been so uptight about my family being nobles… Plus Gummi has been wanting to learn actual alchemy… er, thanks to Corentin.”

Barna laughed as the nostalgia came flooding in. “You know what? If he’s got the patience for it, I’ll happily teach him.”

Next: Chapter 29

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[sutekiyomitsu]

Sato Ryuji’s Major Performances in 2017

Shimizu Toshi in FIVE

Uchiha Sasuke in Live Spectacle Naruto ~Akatsuki no Shirabe~

Kuga Shinji in Gakuran Kageki “Teiichi no Kuni” ~The Great Kaitei Fes~

Kashuu Kiyomitsu in Musical Touken Ranbu: Kashuu Kiyomitsu Tanki Shutsujin 2017 and Shinken Ranbu Sai 2017

Cheers to an amazing 2017 and looking forward to an even more wonderful 2018! Happy New Year!

[sukirichi]

— there’s always a price to pay when you get your hands on a work of art.

PAIRING: tattoo! artist megumi x reader

REQUEST. tattoo artist au + mutual pining + size kink, praise kink, thigh riding + reader is shorter than megumi and isn’t shy 

WARNINGS: feral megumi, scratching, vaginal sex, size kink, praise kink, mature content, slight overstimulation, sexual tension lol, unedited story

NOTES: ah thank you so much for this request, I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Here is my third contribution for FERAL MEGUMI FRIDAYS! and oh wow tattoo artist megumi uh no thoughts head empty

WC: 5.4k+

The tattoo saloon loomed over you, the neon signs almost blinding in the darkness. You could feel your heart pick up its pace in your chest as you hitched your bag up higher, the excitement settling in your toes. Mustering up the brightest smile you could have, you cleared your throat and pushed the door open, the tiny bell on top jingling to signal your arrival.

Your eyes roamed around the walls covered with intricate drawings, the leather seats dark and kept in pristine. Now that was rare – your leather couches always wore out in just a few weeks.

Making your way inside, grip on your sling bag still tight, you bit your lip as you peaked behind the counter. Empty. No one was there, and the nearby opened rooms were empty as well. Scratching your head, you scrunched your nose in confusion. You were sure you got the right place.

With a heavy sigh, you turned to leave, then stopped in your tracks when a dark-haired man exited a door you hadn’t even noticed at first.

He was tall – taller than you; his arms stretched until the sleeves of his black hoodie were pulled down, revealing a sliver of black tattoos that marked his skin. Upon hearing your awed gasp, his cold blue eyes fluttered to yours, the man – who was absolutely handsome despite his frown – froze in his spot.

You waved a hand to him, your smile bigger than ever. “Hi!” So you would be working with this cute guy? Maybe job-hunting wasn’t such a bad experience, after all.

“Hey,” he drawled out hesitantly, approaching you with his ink stained fingers pointed at you. He was still frowning, which was a damn shame, since you were sure he’d look even hotter if he smiled. “So...you’re Y/N.”

“Yeah!”

“And you...” he tilted his head to the side, inquisitive eyes studying your form. You would’ve felt conscious with the way his brows furrowed, eyes unreadable and lips pressed into a thin line, but you were sure you dressed to impress on your first interview. You admitted, however, that maybe wearing a white collared shirt with a pink tennis skirt made you stand out like a sore thumb in the heaviness of the studio. “...want to be a front desk man here?”

“Yeah!”

“What makes you think you’re qualified for this?” he crossed his arms on his chest, and you didn’t miss the slight bite of his voice. So he was handsome – but cranky. Great. “You don’t look like you fit in here.”

“Judging someone’s appearance and inferring that it has any relation to their credentials isn’t such a professional thing to do, you know,” you raised your chin proudly, jutting a pointer finger to his chest. He clearly didn’t expect this because he scowled and took a step back, while you fought the grin that threatened to paint your face. “Would you like it if people told you that you’re not qualified to be a lawyer because of your tattoos and piercings?”

He scoffed, “I don’t want to be a lawyer. As you can see, I’m a tattoo artist. And to answer your question, no, I don’t give a fuck what people think about me.”

“I can tell,” you muttered to yourself before smiling back up at him. He was too easy to read; his brow quivering and lips firm at your faux enthusiasm. “But yes, I do believe I’m qualified! I’m a fast learner and I’m even quick on my feet! I’m really good at talking to people too so I believe I can help schedule client appointments really well and guide them with this whole process.”

“Being front desk man doesn’t mean serving the clients tea and biscuits.”

“I know.”

“You know?” he snorted with a roll of his eyes. He then gestured you to follow him all the way back to the front desk. You expected he’d teach you about how to handle the appointment books or pick up phone calls, but instead he plopped down on the leather couch of the waiting area, his legs crossed on top of the other.

Your eyes followed the patch of pale skin exposed from his ripped jeans before you looked away, not wanting him to see that you found him attractive despite his less than welcoming personality.

“What exactly do you know about this industry?”

“Nothing, to be honest, but I’m not here to be a tattoo artist or anything. I just really need a job and I assure you I’ve got plenty of experience and knowledge when it comes to manning front desks or counters,” you stated confidently, “I know I look out of place, but I really need this job.”

The man only narrowed his eyes at you. Contemplation was written all over his face, probably wondering why you couldn’t just work somewhere else. “Why come here, of all places?”

“Because it’s the only one that has a flexible schedule,” you sighed, “I can’t work shifts anymore because I’m too busy at university. From when I talked to your boss – Geto, was it? – he said that the salon was open 24/7 and I could work until before my classes start. He’s not really strict about that kind of thing.”

“So you mean to tell me,” he leaned forwards, looping his fingers with one another while his ice cold gaze slithered over your desperate ones. “You’ll be at university for half the day, sleep until midnight, and then come here to work and attend class a few hours later? Isn’t your schedule a little irregular?”

“Oh no, it’s not like that! I also have mock classes after uni and it lasts until late at night, then I help clean at the local shelter. They’re running out of volunteers and the dogs are really adorable and take my stress away so...I make sure to come by when I have time.”

“You are one odd creature,” he noted loudly, almost as if he wasn’t completely aware he vocalized his thoughts. Well, at least now you knew he wasn’t the type to think his words over, which either made him more entertaining – or insufferable the longer you worked with him – if you began working anyway. “You could’ve used your spare time to rest. Do you even eat?”

“Yeah, I have a granola bar right now with me! I actually brought two,” you pulled out the snack from your bag, “You want some? I only got the oats, though.”

“Keep it to yourself,” he rolled his eyes, slapping his hands over his knees before rummaging over something behind the counter. “Fine. If Geto said he’s okay with you, then you’re hired.”

“Really, that easy?” your eyes widened, but then you chuckled when this strange man glared at you in response. He sighed as he pulled out a piece of paper, a pen on top of it. The papers read something about application forms and credentials, and you beamed, happily writing your information away with a slight bounce in your toes.

Unable to keep your happiness to yourself, you looked back at the bored man, wiggling your eyebrows playfully. “Huh. I was kind of expecting you would grill me – you’ve got that scary look in your eye. Let me guess, you often scare clients off?”

It seemed he could never get tired of glaring at you, because his eyes fuelled with heat as he leaned against the wall.

You hated to admit that he looked ridiculously handsome like that – the guy wasn’t even doing anything remotely attractive in the first place!

“I’m the most booked artist here, and I ask that you don’t get too comfortable with me. You haven’t even started working here and you’re already riling up on my train,” he groaned when you merely laughed in response. He made quick work of signing something in your form before handing you a key. “Here’s for your locker. Come to work tomorrow. Geto won’t be around for a week so I’ll be the one judging your performance. If you fuck up in the slightest – I won’t hesitate to fire you, you understand? We always have Yuuji coming around anyway, you’re really not that needed for the front desk.”

“Oh,” you nodded at his harshness, unsure whether to feel threatened or amused. “O-okay. I’ll do my best then. I look forward to you – ah, wait, what’s your name?”

“Fushiguro Megumi.”

“Oh, that’s a pretty name,” you muttered to yourself, uttering his name over and over again until it rolled smoothly on your tongue. “Shame you have a shitty attitude along with that handsome face, though.”

“You trying to say something?”

You faced him, about to laugh when he scowled at your not-so-subtle comments. Waving your hands to him, you made your way out the door, your smile only irritating him further. “No, I wasn’t. I’ll be taking my leave then – see you tomorrow!”

Seems like working in a tattoo studio wouldn’t be so bad.

You came to work the next day early and pumped with adrenaline. The idea of meeting the moody tattoo artist caused you to be giggly and happy the whole day, not even feeling the exhaustion of a long day of hard work as you made your way inside the shop.

Clocking in at exactly two in the morning, you proudly tugged your name badge on top of your left breast, patting it for good luck.

The bells jingled, making you look away from your tag. “Good morning – oh, where’s Megumi?” The man standing in front of you was taller than Megumi, his head nearly knocking over the doorframe if it wasn’t for his poor, slouched lanky frame.

He had white hair that brushed atop his cerulean blue eyes, and your eyes widened because wow, he was beautiful.

“Hey, you must be Y/N! Megumi told me you came around yesterday but he didn’t tell me the counter girl was this pretty,” He was in front of you the next second, his nose nearly grazing over yours that had you leaning back into the wall for space. “Hmm...he didn’t tell me that at all.”

“Oh, thank you. You are...?”

“I’m Gojo Satoru, one of the senior artists here. Since Megumi isn’t here yet, let me give you a tour!” Before you could react, Satoru already had an arm wrapped around your shoulder, his other arm waving and pointing to all the hung paintings and labels on each door. You found it odd that he treated you like you were an old friend, but you weren’t going to complain. Nice co-workers were always welcomed.

“Here is the holding area where clients wait to get their session done. This is Geto’s studio and right next to that is his office where he does all the finances and all that jazz, while this is my studio. Cool, isn’t it?”

Your mouth fell ajar as Satoru led you inside his studio, the walls painted the same aquatic shade of his eyes, but what caught your attention was the galaxy themed tattoo designs he made. They came in different shapes – a volcano head, a dragon, a worm, a four-armed monster – but inside them were all galaxies with sparkling and burning stars. You could see everything and nothing all at the same time.

“Whoa, you made all this?!”

Satoru’s chest puffed out proudly, “Yeah, I did. I’m flattered by your reaction, I really am, but you haven’t seen Megumi’s yet. There’s a reason our salon boomed even though he’s only been working here for two years.”

At the mention of his name, your interest was piqued, all ears and curious smiles directed to Satoru. “Oh, can I see Megumi’s studio?”

“You can – if you book an appointment.”

“But I don’t plan on getting any tattoos,” you frowned.

“You’ll never get to see his work then,” he chuckled to himself, the sound growing louder when you visibly deflated. What was the point of getting your hopes up like that then? “Megumi doesn’t like letting others in his studio without permission or an appointment.”

“Why not?”

“He’s just iffy about it,” he shrugged, “Don’t bother trying to decode his personality anymore, Megumi’s very hard to understand. Though if I were to make sense of it...” he rubbed his chin, eyes looking out into the distance. “I guess you could say Megumi’s not the type to be showy when it comes to his work of art. Did that clear it up?”

You blinked back blankly. “No, not really. But it’s fine – I don’t plan on getting to know him anyway.”

That was the biggest lie of your life.

The moment Megumi came around a few minutes later, a loud groan upon your animated greeting over his arrival, your chest bloomed with a different kind of fluttery warmth. He rarely came out after that, clients swarming in to both his and Satoru’s studios, but each faint glimpse of his door cracking open that allowed you to see him focused as he worked, you could no longer deny the heat burning down your legs.

You crushed on the grumpy tattoo artist.

And the more you came around work, greeting him zealously and teasing him to no end that he’d look hotter if he smiled, your crush only intensified for him – completely unaware that he too, couldn’t get his thoughts off of you even with his door closed.

In fact, he kept his door closed all the time because your voice distracted him too much.

“Hey, Y/N, you free?”

You looked up from the textbook you were reviewing, slamming it shut when Satoru’s head peeked out from his studio. He was still wearing gloves with a pen between his fingers, most likely still in the middle of a session.

“Yep! We don’t have appointments yet and I’ve already closed it for non-appointees. Did you need me to get you something?”

“Yeah, could you get Megumi for me? He isn’t picking his phone up and one of our special clients are coming soon. I’m packed right now so I can’t fetch him. I’ll send you the address and you get him, yeah? Just open the counter if you need money for a cab.”

You blinked owlishly at him. On one side, you’d be more than glad to see Megumi again. He hadn’t arrived despite it being four in the morning already, and you were worried, but you also didn’t have his number to ask how he was doing. Progress with Megumi was...slow, to say the least.

He still holed himself up in his studio, coming out only for bathroom breaks, although you noticed a drastic improvement when he finally began to mutter an almost shy “good morning” under his breath for the past few weeks.

It wasn’t much, but you’d have to make do.

“Uhm, when is this client of his coming? Should I run...?”

“Yeah, you need to fucking run. They’re coming in an hour and a half!” Satoru exclaimed, flailing his hands around like a madman.

Even after working with him for some time, you still couldn’t believe the older man was practically a man child, even asking for head pats sometimes. He would lean down with a pout, using a squeaky voice to call your attention, which always succeeded in Megumi fake gagging before he locked himself inside his studio.

“Forwarded you his address. Really sorry for the inconvenience, Y/N!”

“It’s okay!” you jumped out of your seat in an instant, not bothering to take your name tag off anymore as you left the salon, hailing the nearest cab.

Megumi lived quite far from the salon, which had you wondering why he chose to work there when there were plenty of salons in his area too. His place looked shady, as well, his apartment in a high-rise building with endless graffiti and several drunk stragglers hooting for you.

You ignored them all, taking two steps at a time from his staircase, your hands on your knees as you panted for air. Why did he have to live on the tenth floor?

“Megumi! Megumi!” you banged your fist on the door, throat parched from your sudden cardio session. You were sure you burned ten calories just from that sprint, and you sighed in relief when Megumi swung the door open, still looking handsome – and sleep-deprived – as ever in his black shirt and black skinny jeans.

“What?” he demanded. After seeing that it was you, he quickly snatched a water bottle and passed it your way, closing his door behind him. “Y/N? What are you doing here? How’d you know where I live?”

“Satoru said you had a really important client. You weren’t picking your phone up so he sent me to come get you.”

“It’s my day off,” he grumbled, answering your silent questions, your worries dissipating into thin air. Once you’d satisfied yourself by basically dunking the entire bottle, Megumi rolled his eyes, his hands flat on the small of your back while he guided you downstairs. The sudden touch flamed your cheeks; a stupid smile on your face. You were shameless, though, leaning back closer to him in the darkness of the early morning. “Why does he send a girl out of all people?”

“Something wrong with that?”

“It’s unsafe. My neighbourhood isn’t the best and who knows what would’ve happened to you if some goons came out?” Megumi hailed for a back, surprising you when he let you get in first and paid for the fee despite your outstretched hand prepared with the bills. “I can’t believe Sukuna chose this day to come of all times. I can never get a damn break.”

“Sukuna?”

“A special client. He’s a really huge tipper and comes on odd schedules – I didn’t think he’d come now.”

“Yeah, I checked the papers and he wasn’t there,” you frowned to yourself.

Megumi pressed his head against the window, eyes closed as his chest heaved up and down rhythmically. With the sun slowly shining from behind you, the golden stretches of it outlined his sharp features you adored, and you rested your chin on your palms, eyelashes fluttering at his beauty. “You know, Megumi, you’re really pissy sometimes – but you’re quite nice, aren’t you? I’d say you were even worried for me.”

He cracked one eye open, those blue eyes still shining with irritation, but make no mistake since his ears were flushed red. “I’m not. I just don’t want to be involved in a police investigation if they find your body near here.”

“How sweet of you.”

“Shut up.”

You and Megumi were beginning to get closer. You couldn’t pinpoint where he started to grow more comfortable with you, but it was definitely there and it was painfully evident that even someone stupid like Satoru noticed the sexual between you two.

He would always sniff the air whenever you and Megumi sat next to each other during lunch breaks, a wide grin on your face while Megumi buried his face in his hands, groaning because he knew the moment Satoru opened his mouth, nothing but dumb comments would come out. And dumb comments they were; the white-haired man merciless as he teased Megumi for acting like a cute little kid around you.

You never took it to heart, though. It was Megumi you were talking about; he was hot and cold; sweet then distant from one moment then an entire person the next.

Not that you minded, it only added to your fuelling crush on him, but you couldn’t control the way your heart fluttered every time Satoru whispered that he did like you, excusing that Megumi just wasn’t the best with words. Apparently, Megumi had spent too much time holed up in his apartment and studio that he had zero to little knowledge on how to talk to pretty girls – especially one that was clearly attracted to him as well.

Satoru encouraged you to go for it – that you should confess or break the ice first otherwise Megumi would never do anything about his raging boner every time you came around.

You only flushed at his statement, but you couldn’t deny that you too felt the same way.

One morning where Satoru and Geto were out restocking supplies, you and Megumi were left alone in the salon. Of course, he still resorted in the comfort of his studio, muttering under his breath that he wanted to try some designs before disappearing. Only this time, he left the door slightly open, the lights peeking through the slight crack.

Walking up to him with muted footsteps, you leaned over his shoulder, glancing over a sketch of...you? “Are you drawing me?”

Megumi yelped at your voice right next to his ear, throwing the paper away on the other side of the room before glaring at you. You laughed at his reaction, because how was it possible he was both so criminally sexy yet adorable? He looked terribly gorgeous today, as well, wearing a short sleeved black hoodie and black sweatpants, looking so comfortable and boyfriend like – and you couldn’t even begin to express your appreciation over his new lip piercing.

“Why do you always sneak up on me?” he snapped, “Didn’t I tell you I wanted privacy?”

“Then why aren’t you pushing me away?”

Megumi sighed exasperatedly, turning back to organize his pencils before glaring at you. “What do you want? Got no one else to bother since Satoru isn’t around?”

“I just wanted to see your art,” you mentioned, but kept your eyes directed on him instead of the plethora of sketches and designs hanging from his wall as to not offend him. “Satoru told me to never come inside. He said you’re really...private when it comes to your works,” you furrowed your brows at the last part, feeling your heart beat pulse at your tongue.

It was now or never.

“Can I see your tattoos too?”

“Why do you want to see them?”

“A work of art on a canvas who’s also a work of art himself?” you finally gained confidence to tease him again, getting riled up further when Megumi stiffened at your curious hands travelling under his shirt. His breath sharpened as his glare only deepened, though he didn’t make a move to stop you. “Why wouldn’t I want to see that?”

“Being flirty doesn’t work on you. It’s not cute.”

“You’re blushing though,” you remarked. Megumi groaned and pushed your face away until your buttocks landed on his recliner. Satisfied with Megumi not completely kicking you out, you swung your legs back and forth, still staring at his hoodie as if it was an offensive material.

“Can I...see?” Megumi rolled his eyes before he lifted his shirt up, revealing to you intricate patches of black ink splattered over ripples of muscles. Your mouth salivated, and somewhere down there, you drooled too. Tentatively, your hands reached out to finger the image of canines, Megumi shuddering over your cold touch on his warm skin. “It’s beautiful. What does it mean?”

Megumi pursed his lips before whispering, “These are the dogs I had as a child. My father got me them so I wouldn’t be too lonely when he’s away from work.”

“They’re very pretty. They look like black and white wolves,” you smiled, elated that he was opening up in more ways than one. Your touch flitted over to a winged creature under his left collarbone, small letters beside the image. “And this bird? Nue? He’s so majestic,” Your hands never stopped in trailing over his skin like a lost wanderer, sweeping over ink ink until Megumi completely discarded his hoodie to the side, his back faced to you.

A white viper tattoo stood large on his broad back, crawling until over his shoulder with the fangs ending just above his pecs. Megumi swallowed at each slivering touch, your fingers dipping and caressing every dent and curve of his body.

You couldn’t get your eyes off of him, your breath hitching in your throat as one of your hands gripped his biceps subconsciously. “You’re so beautiful.”

Megumi stiffened when your thumbs grazed over his nipple right next to the viper’s fang. Almost as if a switch was triggered inside him, Megumi growled, ducking to capture your lips with his in a sloppy, heated kiss. His hands tugged at the ends of your hair to arch your neck to him, his knees slapping your legs open before he settled comfortably between you, his low groans mixing with your breath moans.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing. From the moment I met you,” he nibbled your lips, hands trailing down to thumb at your hipbones. “I knew that innocent good girl look was nothing but an act.”

You smiled through the kiss, a tiny gasp falling from your lips when Megumi pulled you closer until your heat grinded against the hardness inside his pants. Laughing at his harsh movements, you let Megumi tilt your head back, his lips sucking and teeth gently nipping at the sensitive flesh of your neck.

“Innocent girl?” you echoed, legs now wrapped around his waist to pull him closer. “What makes you think I am?”

“White lace panties? Short tennis skirts and sunshine smiles?” Megumi clenched his teeth, his hands eager as he tugged the white lace down until it looped to your ankles. You gasped, back arching when he thrusted two fingers inside you, curling and fingering against your bumpy walls. “You’re not fooling anyone, baby, especially not me.”

“Took you long enough to understand I wanted you though,” you chuckled through broken moans, eyes shut tight while your legs opened wider, heels digging into the hard cushion of his seats. “I was wondering when I’d get to break you from that tough guy act of yours and have you fuck me good,” Megumi growled at your words. You leaned forward to scratch at his chest, your tongue licking the shell of your ear as you rasped, “And on a side note, I am a good girl – only to those who can make me feel good, of course.”

Megumi cupped his palm to collect your arousal dripping of his, finally shutting you up when his fingers grazed over your sweet spot that had you clenching around him. And those were just his fingers. “You’re something else, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I know,” you nodded smugly, hands coming up to tug harshly at his hair. Megumi hissed at the sharp pain, prompting him to fuck his fingers in and out of you faster until you leaked down to his chair, thighs trembling and your high-pitched moans coating the walls of his stupid. “Megumi, ah! Just shut up and fuck me already – been wanting you long enough.”

“Needy little girl,” He pressed you down on the reclining seat, settling between your legs before he spread your lips open with two thumbs. At the sight of your bare cunt clenching around nothing, Megumi groaned, teeth biting his lip because he could cum right then and there. “Fuck, look at you. So wet already,” he ran a hand over your slit to collect your arousal, eyes dark with lust as your juices webbed between his fingers. “All this for me? You’re so good.”

“Fuck – yeah, yeah I am,” you leaned back harder into the seat, groping at your own breasts while you nodded dumbly, too fucked out to even form a coherent response. “Going to be good for you, Megumi, gonna make you feel good.”

“Sorry, babe, maybe next time. I’m too impatient to not feel your pussy around me,” he pushed away at your hands that planned to pump his cock, his hand coming down to push you hard against the seat until his weight loomed over you.

You felt Megumi begin to align his tip at your center, dampening his mushroom head with your arousal first that had you both moaning left and right.

Hands scratching down his back as your teeth dug into your lips, Megumi pushed into you with one thrust, the sudden stretch making your legs shake and your body writhe underneath him. “Shit, why are you so tight? So fucking warm and perfect,” he rasped next to your ear, and you could hear how hard he was breathing as he thrusted into you, his cock hitting all the right places.  “Could fuck this pretty pussy all day, baby, shit.”

“Me-Megumi – t-too big!”

“Shh, you’ll be fine. You’ll take it like a good girl, won’t you?” he cupped your cheek, grinning sinisterly as he watched the way your greedy walls sucked him in. “See how you take me so well? You’re so small and pretty wrapped around my cock. I could break you if I wanted you,” he growled, his hands gripping hard at your hips when you clenched around him, enticing the man above you to quicken his pace.

Megumi watched with a lust filled gaze as your breasts bounced at the relentless pace he started, his balls slapping at your ass. “Oh, you’d want that, wouldn’t you? You want to be stuffed with my fat cock in you? Fuck you until you’re a drooling mess? You’re so gorgeous when I fuck you stupid.”

“Yes, Megumi, agh. Keep going, keep going, I’m so close!”

“Oh, you feel like heaven around me,” he praised at your neck, his cock stretching you wide and pushing into you. Megumi groaned lowly at your ear as his palms flattened over your stomach that bulged every time he thrusted in, his balls tightening at the sight. “Look at how big I am for you, baby, but you’re doing so well. You were made for me – made to take my cock, shit, you’re so perfect around me. Gonna make you feel good, yeah? You’re such a good girl for me. Cum, baby, that’s right – I’m allowing you to cum.”

“Gumi, Gumi, fuckkk,” your legs tightened around him as Megumi panted with each harsh thrust, the black marks over his skin expanding and stretch when his forearm rested beside your head. His muscles clenched as he fucked into you deep, over and over again until he pushed you over the edge.

A silent sob left your lips when you came around him, your juices creaming around his cock. A few thrusts later, Megumi fell on top of you as you felt him spill his seed inside you.

He had too much that you felt both your cum dripping down your ass; Megumi pulling out with a slight wince from the oversensitivity. You struggled to catch your breath as you laid there, legs wide open and the cool air hitting your bare pussy. The door was still open, and Satoru and Geto could walk in on you both looking like this, but you couldn’t care, not when you could barely feel your legs.

You dropped your arm over your face, hearing Megumi pull his pants back up. “That was...”

“Intense?”

“Yeah,” you chuckled, wincing as you sat up. Your hair stuck to your forehead in sweaty clumps, dawning on you now that you were still very much covered in your sticky cum. You recoiled from the seats as you realized Megumi hadn’t even put on a towel underneath.

“Shit. Is this chair even clean?”

“I sanitize it every after session. Don’t worry about it,” he rolled his eyes, his tattoos covered and hidden from your sight once more when he pulled his hoodie over his head. Megumi retrieved a clean towel from his drawers and wiped at your sensitive pussy, your legs immediately closing around his hands when the towel accidentally grazed your clit.

Megumi gripped your knees with a silent glare. “Stay still. I’m cleaning you up.”

“I didn’t peg you as an aftercare guy. Thought you would leave me hanging here,” you teased, but really, you were feeling warm all over again as you watched Megumi wipe you all the way down to your other hole, your legs still tensing up.

Once he left to wash his hands, you could relax, tugging your panties back up with immense struggle. He wasn’t kidding when he said he’d fuck you good – you could barely feel your legs now.

“And have you make a mess by ruining my seat?” he sighed as he returned, helping you seady yourself while he snapped the slightly soaked panty back to your core. “No thanks.”

“You’re so mean, Megumi. I’m hurt.”

He rolled his eyes at your pout, leaning down to kiss you square on the lips. This time around, the kiss wasn’t rushed; it was slow and sensual, firm yet gentle, and his hands carefully massaged your sore hips that would soon bruise from his grip before.

“No, you’re not,” he mumbled through your lips, mimicking that lovesick smile on your face as he pulled away. “But babe, you know the rules. Now that you’ve seen my work of art – what tattoo would you like me to give you? My name on your inner thigh?”

[storiesforallfandoms]

talent that runs in the family ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 2128

request?: yes!

“Being rooks sister and substitute him while he recovers and slowly start to fall in love with colson”

description: she steps in to replace her brother when he is seriously injured and ends up gaining feelings for his friend

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

“Thanks so much for doing this (Y/N),” Rook said over the phone. “I appreciate it.”

“Yeah, no problem,” I said. “But does Colson know that I’m...y’know...not a seasoned vet?”

“You’ll do fine.”

I refrained from reminding him that he didn’t actually answer my question.

After Rook’s accident left him out of commission for some time, he came to me to ask if I’d fill in for him. I jumped at the opportunity. Rook had taught me how to drum when I was young and, much like my big brother, it became a passion of mine. How could I turn down working with one of the biggest artists of the year, even if it were just for a short while?

Well, my nerves were definitely telling me I should’ve said no as I walked into soundcheck that day.

“Whatever,” I said. “I’ll call you after the soundcheck.”

“Hey, don’t be nervous. You’re gonna do great.”

I said my goodbyes and hung up. I tried not to focus on how big the venue we were playing in was as I made my way to the otherwise empty stage. I thought I was the first person to arrive until I heard someone calling my name.

“(Y/N), up here!”

I looked up to see the guys sat in a booth in the balcony. Colson was all but leaning over the railing, waving for me to join them. I had no idea how to get up there on my own, but luckily a security guard showed me the way.

The guys were eating pizza and drinking from plastic cups as if they were the ones attending the concert and not performing in it.

“Pre-show ritual,” Colson told me. “Especially when we have someone new joining the band. Sit! Have a slice!”

“Shouldn’t we be practicing?” I asked, but still sat with them. I didn’t want to completely mess up my first day.

“We have hours to practice,” one of the other guys I remembered as Slim said. “And we don’t really need to. We do this every night. A soundcheck is basically just to make sure everything is working tech wise.”

I just nodded, not wanting to point out that I hadn’t been doing this every night. I hoped that I’d have some time to figure out the songs before the shows.

Colson nudged me, bringing my attention to him. “Don’t stress. You’ll do great.”

I smiled at him, wishing I’d believe him.

After our small feast of pizza and beer in plastic glasses, we finally got to our soundcheck. I was so nervous that I kept messing up during the first song. My hands were shaking and I kept hitting the wrong drum by accident. My face was burning with embarrassment as I buried it in my hands and groaned.

Colson walked up to me, a sympathetic smile on his face.

“I’m sorry,” I sighed. “I can get this, I know I can.”

“I know you can, too,” he said. “Just take a breath, relax. We’ll try again when you’re ready. And remember, it’s just drumming. Rook says you’re great at it.”

I smiled at him and nodded. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I pictured myself back in my bedroom from my childhood, playing my drums super loud until my parents had to call out for me to keep it down.

When we started practicing again, it went off without a hitch. We did most of the setlist all the way through and did quick takes on the last few songs before our time was up.

I was proud of myself as the soundcheck came to an end. I was still nervous about performing during the actual show, but I felt confident enough in myself not to make too many noticeable mistakes when we actually had an audience that night.

I was walking to my car when I heard someone calling for me. I turned to see Colson running to catch up with me. Or rather he was taking long strides to catch up with me considering he was so tall.

“I told you you would do great!” he said, putting an arm around my shoulder and giving it a light squeeze. “It’s like drumming runs in your blood or something.”

I chuckled. “That’s what mom and dad always said too, but neither one of them can keep a beat to save their lives and no one else in our immediate family plays either.”

“You and Rook are the start of a long line of drummers then I guess.”

I shrugged in response. We both stood awkwardly for a moment. I wasn’t sure what else to say. His arm was still around my shoulder and I didn’t want to pull away and make it seem like I didn’t enjoy the contact because I definitely was not complaining about it.

I guess Colson also realized that he was still touching me, though, because he pulled his arm away and awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.

“Do you need a run to the hotel or anything?” he asked. “We have the tour bus.”

I shook my head. “I’m good, thanks. I have my car, and besides I haven’t even checked into the hotel yet so I should probably go do that.”

“Oh, yeah you definitely should. Get some rest before the show, too. It’s a lot more physically demanding when it’s an actual show, even if you’re just sitting at a drum set the entire time. I’ll see you tonight then I guess.” He turned to walk away, but paused and turned back to add, “What were you planning on wearing tonight?”

I looked at him, confused. “Uh...this I guess.”

I was wearing a hoodie and a pair baggy jeans and my most comfortable pair of sneakers.

Colson raised an eyebrow at my outfit before looking back up at me. “I mean, it’s definitely comfy, but I would recommend something a little less...well, just less. It’s going to be hot as fuck on that stage, especially with all the lights on you and shit.”

I nodded, taking note of this as I got into my car and internally panicked a little because I didn’t know if I even had anything to wear.

~~~~~~

A few hours later, after checking into my hotel room and promptly wrecking it by throwing my clothes everywhere, I was heading back down to the lobby to meet up with the guys. We were going to the show together, which would’ve been my first tour bus ride. I couldn’t lie, I was super stoked for it.

I was the last one to the lobby. All the guys were stood around, loudly talking to one another. You’d think they were just a normal group of guys and not a group about to play a sold out show in a massive arena.

Colson spotted me first. I smiled at waved at him. His eyes widened and his jaw basically dropped, which prompted all the guys to turn. Their reactions immediately matched his as they looked me up and down.

“Rook would kill you guys if he could see you right now,” I teased.

“Damn (Y/N),” Colson dared to say first. “You look...you look hot as fuck.”

I had decided on a loose muscle shirt with a bralette underneath since the shirt showed a little more than what I was used to, a pair of ripped skinny jeans, and kept on the comfortable sneakers I had been wearing earlier that day.

I giggled. “Thanks, but again, Rook would kill you for saying that. Also, it’s not anything super attractive.”

“You got a nice body,” Baze pointed out. “Anything showing it off even a little is hot.”

I could feel my face burning as I waved their comments away. “Okay, enough with this. We have a show to get to.”

We boarded the tour bus and started towards the arena. The guys were distracted amongst one another again, completely forgetting about me and my “hot outfit”. Besides Colson, who had come to sit next to me on the couch while the rest of the guys were already drinking whatever was in the mini fridge.

“Do you guys always get drunk before your shows?” I asked.

“Not always. Usually we get high,” Colson responded.

“Now that I can get behind. I’ll probably be less afraid if I’m high.”

Colson held out the joint in his hand to me. I took it and took a quick puff, the smoke immediately burning my throat and lungs as I tried to inhale it. Colson laughed as I started to cough.

“I still say you have nothing to worry about,” he told me. “You’re gonna do great tonight. You can’t even really see or hear the audience with all the lights and the inner ear pieces.”

“That’s even worse cause then I’ll just imagine how big the audience is.”

He put a hand on my leg, something I assume was just instinct for him to do to comfort someone, but the minute he made the contact I felt a jolt of electricity run through me. Colson quickly pulled his hand away and I wondered if he had felt that too.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that without asking,” he said.

“You can if you want,” I assured him. “I wasn’t mad about it or anything.”

Colson looked at me and I realized how blue his eyes were. Rook had always made jokes about how Colson could seduce any woman with just his eyes because they were such baby blues, but I didn’t really believe him until the moment I was looking in them myself. Now I was lost, completely forgetting everyone around me as I felt myself moving closer towards him.

The bus jerked to a stop, causing Colson and I to nearly be thrown from our seats. The guys started off the bus first, running towards the entrance to the arena as I could hear the waiting fans screaming outside.

Colson stood and offered a hand to me. “It’s showtime.”

~~~~~~

After the first song went perfectly, I stopped feeling nervous. Colson was right, I couldn’t see the audience in front of me, but I could faintly hear their screams of excitement over my inner ear piece. It was weird to have it in and not only hear all of us playing, but also the crew talking backstage. It was almost distracting, but it became easy to tune them out.

During one of Colson’s talking points in the show, I reached for my water bottle to take a sip. Colson was hyping the audience up, which made me smile a little.

“Before we continue the show,” he said into his mic, “you guys may have noticed that we do not have our regular drummer tonight.”

I immediately knew what he was about to do and I wanted to hurtle my drumstick at him before he went there.

“As you’ve probably heard, Rook was in a bit of an accident and is off recovering for the time being,” he continued. “So, we decided to get some family to fill in for him for the time being. Everyone, I want to hear y’all make some noise for Rook’s little sister, (Y/N)!”

The crowd cheered loudly. Colson turned to me and waved for me to stand. I glared at him, which I hoped he could see, before standing and awkwardly smiling and waving at the audience.

“All the cool drum shit you guys have been hearing all night has been (Y/N),” Colson said as he started to approach me. “She’s a bad ass fucking drummer, and she’s a pretty fucking cool chick, too.”

I was confused where he was going with this as he came to stand next to me, slinging an arm around my shoulder the way he had earlier that day after soundcheck.

“Which is why, (Y/N), I gotta ask: will you go on a date with me sometime?”

Slight embarrassment was swelling somewhere inside of me at being asked out in such a public way, but that embarrassment was overshadowed by the fuzzy feeling of excitement inside of me. I looked up at Colson, my eyes wide and a smile on my lips.

 He lowered the mic so he could privately add, “I’m being serious. I wanna take you out on a real date. Just the two of us.”

My words were stuck in my throat, but I was able to nod in response. The smile on Colson’s face stretched so wide that I could’ve been convinced he was the one lighting the show.

“Okay,” he said, then lifted the mic to say to his audience, “Let’s get back to the show guys!”

[my-tin-can-mans]

She Knows Part 2, (Wolffe x Reader)

OH BOY. First I'm sorry this took me so long I've been busy with college. But! this is the longest fic or anything really I've written so wow. Hopefully you enjoy.

Warnings: angst, mentions of Alcohol, mentions of cheating slight smut (minors do not interact or read).

Note: italics are flashbacks

“So, what do you usually do during leave?” the question threw you a little of guard. You’d been stationed with the 501st for four months now, four months since you’d broke it off with Wolffe after… everything. You had been the head medic in the 104th battalion, but quickly put in a request for a transfer after the humiliation Wolffe had put you through. The only position available was with the 501st, working under their head medic, Kix. It was a demotion sure, but honestly it took a lot of stress of your shoulders and well, anything to get away from the situation you were in.

Working with Kix almost 24/7 forced you two to grow close and form a close relationship. It was more of a brotherly/sisterly love than anything else, though others saw how well you two had worked together and insisted you would make a good couple, you both were comfortable where you were, which you were grateful for, it was nice to have a friend as kind and understanding as Kix.

Tomorrow the whole battalion would be stationed on Coruscant, the general had some jedi duties to attends to and the war was at a standstill for the moment, giving the men time to relax instead of being thrown under another general for a while.

You had been checking bacta supplies when Kix happened to spring this question on you. Freezing your hand in motion as you had begun to type up an order to restock while planet side. You’d never actually had a leave without Wolffe. Most of the time on leave was spent in that dark corner of 79’s, the other half in a hotel bed.

“Mesh’la, come on, up. I promised the men we’d meet them tonight for a round.”

“But I don’t wanna go Wolffe can’t we just stay here? The sheets are so soft and I don’t feel like wearing clothes.” You’d whined.

“I already told them we would be there, now come up before I drag you out of bed.”

“you wouldn’t,” you peeked your head out from under the covers, narrowing you eyes at him, he stood at the foot of the bed, wearing his blacks sans shirt. He himself had just untangled from you and the sheets. How he had the willpower to do so you had no clue. He dawned his famous predatory smirk on his face

“Are you questioning my word Mesh’la, because you know I always keep my word.” He took a step forward, his thighs now touching the mattress.

“of course not Wolffe,” you gave him a sweet smile, “but I bet I could change your mind.”

“oh?” he raised an eyebrow. “do tell.” He placed his hand on either side of your feet, leaning over the bed

“why don’t you come up here and find out.”

With one swift move Wolffe was on top of you now and you brought your hands to his face pulling him in and kissing him, it was rough and passionate, you really didn’t want to leave and you wanted him to know that, hoping he would see how desperate you were and decide to stay. But after a few moments he pulled back, looking down at you with that damn smirk again, “that was quite convincing.”

Before you could retort anything Wolffe had left from his position on top of you, yanking you up to your feet in the process, “but unfortunately like a said before, I am a man of my word and I already gave it to my brothers, sorry mesh’la but you’ll have to show me your negotiating skills another time, I promise ill make up for it.”

“To be honest Kix I’ve never really done much with my leave time, ya know? I just kinda destress and go out every once in a while.”

“Oh? Well do you have any plans for our first night off then? Me and a couple of the boys are gonna be at 79’s if you’d like to join.”

The mention of 79’s made your heart skip a beat. You hadn’t been back there since you’d found out about Wolffe. “I don’t know Kix,” you sighed, 79’s was a clone bar, and also a favorite hangout spot for the man you had been trying to forget about.

“oh come on, you think Jesse’s a horrible flirt now, just wait till you see him drunk, you’ll be laughing so hard your stomach will be sore in the morning.”

You snorted a laugh in response, Jesse and you were also pretty close, but he was notorious for always trying out stupid pick-up lines on you, he took every opportunity he could to flirt with you, even when he had gotten injured and you were stitching him up, “you look so pretty when your concentrated.” He had said.

But the issue at hand still itched in the back of your mind, what if Wolffe was there? Going back to your holopad, typing up the order you were previously working on to make yourself seem less concerned about your next question you asked him, “the 104th isn’t on leave right now are they?”

“no I don’t think so, why?” Kix had since turned around focusing on organizing medical supplies to help you order.

“Nothing, just, ya know making sure.” You’d told Kix about what happened between you and Wolffe. Just about every clone knew you two were dating, Wolffe always had to make it known you were his. So Obviously everyone was curious as to what had happened.

He turned and looked at you, realizing what you meant, “Oh Kriff, this is your first leave without him isn’t it?”

You nodded, too afraid, after months of finally getting yourself together you didn’t want to revert back to breaking down again.

“Hey listen, if you don’t want to be there I understand. But maybe it would help ya know? We’ll all be wasted you’ll totally forget about him I promise we’ll have a good time.”

It was very convincing, you’d seen the 501stparty and 79’s before, they went hard, unlike Wolffe who was usually more private and reserved. That didn’t mean you two still didn’t have fun in your own way on leave.

Much to your dismay you’d put on a dress and Wolffe had dragged you to 79’s anyways. The second you’d stepped into the place the music and dark lighting consumed you. It was loud tonight. The 501st was celebrating a successful occupy over a separatist world and you could tell. The blue armor was spread throughout the crowd, some at the bar hitting on the women already occupying it, and some on the dance floor.

You wished Wolffe danced more with you, you loved to dance but he only ever accompanied you once, and that was after a drinking competition with Thorne who was hard to beat. He didn’t even remember it in the morning.

Without a second glance to all the men, Wolffe grabbed your wrist and led you back to the booth he always sat at. Instead of the usual commanders, Sinker and Boost sat there awaiting their commanders arrival after being promised a drink with him. You slid into the booth and Wolffe sat right up against you.

He was broad so he took up most of the space, he always presented himself in such a way that he was always there, chest puffed out, shoulders broadened and head held high. When he got situated he spread his legs, taking up more space and knocked his with yours. The two of you practically sat in each other’s lap with how close you were to each other. he placed his hand on your thigh, resting just below the sundress you and reluctantly put on earlier.

It was a last resort to get him to stay in with you. It was his favorite. The first time he saw you in it he’d practically kneeled before you, although you were sure he was just trying to get a peak underneath.

Four shots were already at the table when you two had arrived and Sinker, who was sitting in front of you, had passed one your way while Wolffe grabbed his own downing it without even flinching.

As the night drove on, the men began to become tipsy and Wolffe’s hand grew higher and higher. It was when Boost was at the climax of telling you a story from before you had signed on with them that Wolffe finally breeched your center, rubbing his index finger over the already wet spot in your panties.

You jumped, not expecting him to be so bold as to touch you in front of his men. You turned to look at him but he was looking straight on at Boost, absolutely engrossed in the story he was telling. Without making eye contact he leaned over, giving you a small peck on your temple, while at the same time, he pushed you underwear over to the side and slipped a finger into you.

His face was flushed, from the alcohol or the devious act he was performing you couldn’t tell. It was probably a mix of both. Wolffe rarely showed PDA in public especially in front of him men. So you were practically in shock with what was happening right now.

You went to grab a sip of your drink while he slowly pumped his finger a few times before deciding to add another. You let out a chocking noise.

“Hey you okay?” Sinker seemed concerned at your reaction.

“Yeah, yeah just fine, drink must’ve gone down the wrong piper there” you tried to play it off.

He bought it just fine, resuming the conversation that had started up after Boost’s story. When you turned to look at Wolffe again he was wearing that shit eating grin he often dawned and maker you wanted to wipe it clean off.

When Sinker and Boost were distracted enough, Wolffe leaned into you, “come on now mesh’la, I did say I'd make it up to you, and as I recall we’ve already proved I’m a man of my words.”

“Well I guess a few drinks wouldn’t hurt.” You thought back to all the times you’d seen blue armor on the dance floor and envied the fact you hadn’t been there as well, “but I better get a couple of dances out of you guys”

Kix chuckled, “I can promise you, if you stop by for long enough those men will be fighting over who gets to dance with you next.”

You bellowed out a laugh at that. The thought of Jesse, tup and the rest fighting over you was quite the scenario. “Just comm me what time you boys are gonna be there at.”

He nodded his head in agreement, both of you chatting lightly about other topics as you finished the order.

****************************************************

The ship had landed a few hours ago, longing for a good night’s sleep you had left the barracks for the stay, packing up your necessities and checking into a hotel a few blocks out of the main traffic for some peace and quiet.

As you were getting ready for your night at 79’s Kix had sent you a comm message, letting you know they were on their way and would be arriving in 10 minutes. All you had left to do was dress yourself. You rummaged through the bag of clothes you had. It wasn’t much, mostly GAR issued scrubs and a few dresses. You heart stopped when you saw the dress though. The one that was always Wolffe’s favorite. You picked it out, holding it up so you could see the whole thing.

Kriff. This dress brought back so many memories. It almost hurt to look at it. if you were being completely honest with yourself though, you did look damn good in it. screw it you thought. Time to make better memories in it.

After you slipped the dress on you hailed an air taxi to 79’s once inside you scanned the bar, looking for the men who were going to take up your evening. You spotted them at the bar ordering drinks and from the looks of it Jesse was already on his shit and flirting with the bartender.

You walked up to them and their heads turned. Jesse let out a whistle, “Damn, look at you! If I didn’t know any better I'd say you were trying to entice me.”

Kix shook his head at that. Putting his face into his palm. Tup who happened to be standing beside Jesse elbowed him to which Jesse frowned at. “Could you not flirt with my favorite medic?” he turned to you, “you look nice by the way, but not in a creepy I want to get with you way like he meant.”

You let out a giggle. You were already having a great time and you hadn’t even been in the building for five minutes. You took a seat at the bar between Kix and Jesse, Tup to the other side of him.

As the night ticked by you happened to get pretty tipsy, never getting truly drunk for fear you couldn’t make it back to your hotel safely. The men held their alcohol well though and although they were drinking twice as much, they were probably the same level intoxicated as you were. You all stayed at the bar, cracking jokes and telling insane stories, often Jesse would flirt with you or the bartender but it wasn’t too much and you both welcomed the light heartedness attention he gave.

An hour in you heard a voice behind you, “Hope I didn’t miss too much.” You swiveled in the bar seat, turning around to be face to face with the captain of the 501st.

“Captain!” Kix exclaimed, “what took you so long?”

“Sorry boys had a few reports I needed to fill out before the night ended.”

“Well, were glad you here now.” You said.

You got up to give the captain a hug. Something you defiantly wouldn’t do sober, but the alcohol had given you a little confidence. Rex looked surprised by the affection but embraced you anyways. He leaned down and you put your chin over his shoulder patting him on the back staying like that for a second.

It was then that you wished you hadn’t hugged Rex, hadn’t drank as much to give you a confidence boost, and hadn’t stepped a foot in this maker forsaken bar again.

He sat there, in the seat he always sat in when he came here. Only this time he wasn’t with any of his troopers or the other commanders. This time he was with another girl. She was a purple Twi'lek and she was drop dead gorgeous. And the dress she was wearing, or lack thereof because of how tiny it was , made you look like you had just picked yours straight out of the garbage. And you couldn’t help but wonder.

Was that her?

“Kriff Wolffe, what the actual Kriff!” you screamed, you didn’t care about the other guests in the hotel, you were so mad you were practically seeing stars.

“I'm sorry mesh’la I'm sorry I'm so so sorry.”

“No. No! don’t you dare call me that right now. I can’t – I don’t even have words for you right now.”

“please, please let me explain,”

You whipped you head around to him, seeing a whole new layer of red. “Explain? What is there to explain Wolffe. You cheated on me then proceeded to not tell me while apparently everyone else knew and I found out through one of your brothers! Isn’t that enough of an explanation.”

You sat down on the bed, head in hands. He kneeled down in front of your feet. Placing his hands atop of your knees. “I'm sorry.” He whispered. You slapped his hands off you, the thought of him touching you after another woman practically revolted you.

“you already said that.”

“I know, and I mean it I am, it was a mistake, I- if I could take it back I would, Maker I- I hate myself for letting it happen.”

“you should hate yourself.”

“I do, I do. Please, tell me what I can do to make this better.”

For a man who was supposed to be well tactical he kept making all the wrong moves.

“Wolffe there is no making this better. What’s done is done and now it's time to move on.” you finally made your decision, after debating back and forth in the air cab on how to react.

“Yes of course let’s move on, it was in the past but I love you Mesh’la I want you that’s all.”

Kriff that’s not what you meant. “No Wolffe, I mean I’m moving on. from you. I- I can’t continue to be with someone who has done what you’ve done. It's- it's not fair to me.”

By this point tears were strolling down your face. You turned your head to wipe them, not wanting him to see how much he had broke you. “no, no please I- I love you please we can fix this we can work this out please just stay I- I need you.”

“I love you too Wolffe, but there is no fixing this. I loved you so much that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, I gave you everything thing, I gave you all of me and you took that and you stomped on it, you might as well of placed my heart in a dumpster and set it on fire.”

He put his head in your lap. A single tear rolling down his face. “please, please don’t go, I'm so sorry.”

“I know Wolffe. But I can’t accept your apology.”

Your head was pounding. He wasn’t supposed to be on Coruscant right now. Kix had said so himself. You pulled back from Rex. He placed his hands on your shoulders his face blocking the view of him. He smiled warmly but his expression quickly changed when he saw yours.

“you look like you’ve seen a ghost” he joked.

But you facial expression didn’t lighten, in fact it only got worse. With every waking second, every harsh beat of whatever hit song was playing over the speakers you drew yourself inwards more and more.

“hey hey what wrong?” Kix had left his seat at the bar quickly coming to your side. Him and Rex both dawned a look of concern.

“You said he wouldn’t be here.” You turned to Kix, channeling you emotions onto him.

He looked confused at first, but the realization hit him and he turned his head to look over Rex’s shoulder. Rex followed his line of vision and they both saw him. Sitting there in the booth, while the woman clung to him, practically in his lap.

She was kissing his neck, which honestly surprised you, Wolffe was never one for public displays of affection. Or maybe that was just with you. Because he seemed to be enjoying this.

Rex turned around to face you again, a look of panic and empathy on his face, “Kriff I'm so sorry I- he was on a solo mission with General Koon and they’re stationed here for the night so I told him I’d be here. I'm so sorry, it was an honest mistake.”

It wasn’t the first time you’d heard that from a man in this room.

You felt like the whole room was spinning, be that the alcohol or the nervousness and upset that came with seeing him again you weren’t sure. All the men you had come here with were suddenly surrounding you with sympathetic looks and it felt like someone had placed a spotlight on you and you just wanted it to go away.

This night was meant to help you forget him, be happy and have fun with your new assigned battalion. Kriff was the so much to ask for!

“hey hey come on now,” Jesse finally broke the silence, “forget about him! If I remember correctly I promised you a dance earlier?”

This made you finally break out of your trance. You needed a distraction, and had been waiting for someone to dance with all night.

“actually I would love to Jesse.”

“right this way then”

He held out his hand for you and took you to the dance floor. The song that was playing was loud and upbeat, you and Jesse moved together to the beat, it was fun and you really enjoyed it, when the beat of the song dropped everyone on the dance floor was jumping to it, you and Jesse did the same

When the song stopped, you were practically out of breath, you let out a laugh of relief, actually feeling a little better. You looked up are Jesse and he was smiling at you.

“Feeling better, huh?” he asked.

“A little, thank you.”

A few second later another song had come on. This time it was more slow, the partners on the dance floor started to grab each other.

Jesse grabbed your waist. “Come on huh? let’s give that son of a blaster something to look at, plus this might be the only time I get to be this close to you, despite my attempts” he smirked at you.

You nodded your head, letting out a giggle at his lame excuse to flirt with you again. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he pulled you in closer, your chest practically touching his. And finally you both started to sway to the beat.

A few seconds in Jesse started rubbing his thumbs on your hips, trying to calm your nerves, and it worked. Caught up in the music you started to lightly grind your hips into his, although it was soft guarded by his armor, he still took notice to it. smirking at you and grinding in time with you. His hands started to rise, growing closer and closer to under your breasts, but never reaching, knowing he would be crossing a line, and although Jesse was a flirt, his last intention was to make anyone uncomfortable.

He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck. You could feel his breathe on your skin, and his nose rubbing up and down. He placed a soft his on your shoulder and the next thing you knew you were being turned around. His hand were back on your waits, but his cheat was now pressed up against your back. He gave you a harsh grind into your ass and you gasped. His arms now wrapping around you, pulling you impossibly tight into him. His head resumed its spot into your neck.

“is this okay,” he whispered into your ear.

“yeah.” You breathed. He kissed you neck this time. but it was just one short one, it was slow, and hot, you closed your eyes. he placed them all the way up your neck, all the way up to your jaw. All the way close to your mouth, and he whispered again, is this okay.

You nodded your head, eyes still closed and you turned you head towards him a little encouraging him. And his lips met yours.

You hadn’t kissed very many people. Wolffe giving you the majority of your experience. and although they were clones, they felt completely different. When Wolffe used to kiss you he practically stole your breath, he put everything he had into kissing you, and it was almost always hot and it made your insides flip, no matter how many times he kissed you, you always felt dizzy and perfectly happy, like his kissed could cure any problemed you had. To say Jesse was a bad kisser would be a lie, it was a good kiss, but it almost made you feel the opposite, all you could think about was Wolffe.

And when the song ended and you opened your eyes you were facing him again. Him. And he was sitting there with his lounge practically down the woman’s throat. And it hurt, hurt to know that he didn’t even acknowledge you. Hadn’t even cared that the person he once begged to stay with was with someone else now. Even though you weren’t actually. It hurt that he used to kiss you like that and now he was kissing someone else like that.

you weren’t sure if it was the beginning of the next song, or if your head was going fuzzy, but all you could hear was ringing in your ears. Jesse had unwrapped his hands from around you and the moment he did you sprang towards the doors of 79’s.

you heard the faint sounds of Jesse, rex and Kix calling out for you but you couldn’t be bothered to hear what any of them had to say. You left the building and walked a few blocks. Finally coming across an empty alley. You pressed you back against the cool metal of the building you were beside and let out a breathe. The air was cool and crisp against your skin, but it felt good.

After all the time you spent forgetting about him you were practically back at square one. And it pissed you off. How dare he have this effect on you.

You let out a sigh, gathering your emotions. And when you finally felt calm enough you went to comm Kix, letting him know you’d be going back to your hotel for the rest of the night, but you were interrupted.

“Mesh’la.”

ending notes: soooo, im not sure if im gonna do another part on this or not, i have some ideas for other fics but im kinda cramped on time at the moment so we shall see.

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[the-himawari]

A3! Outing Event Translation - A Love Song Dedicated to You (11/11 Epilogue)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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My Lucky Person

Omi: Did everyone get a drink?

Kumon: They’ve went around to everyone!

Sakyo: Alright then. Please say a word, Director.

Izumi: Me!?

Tenma: Naturally.

Banri: The floor’s yours, Director-chan.

Izumi: Okay, then without further ado—. The concert went wonderfully again this time thanks to everyone. All the guests enjoyed themselves to the fullest. Mizuno-san got in touch with me and he said it was also a huge hit at the live-viewing venue. I was so busy myself that I wasn’t able attend many rehearsals… But it turned out successful thanks to all of you for coming up with and executing your amazing ideas. Thank you. I hope we can hold another concert together someday!

Tsumugi: Agreed.

Omi: It’s fun getting riled up with all our fans.

Yuki: I had fun making the costumes. Plus, the atmosphere that was different from our usual performances was pretty interesting.

Misumi: I wanna do it again with everyone!

Izumi: And on that point, this has gotten pretty long. But in celebration for the concert’s success… cheers!

Troupe members: CHEERS!

Muku: All the food today looks really delicious!

Itaru: Yeah, they do. Now, what should I start with?

Azuma: This cocktail tastes great.

Hisoka: I like it too.

Citron: Let’s get this closing party fired up! Let’s all karaoke~!

Sakyo: Where the hell’d you get that karaoke set from?

Citron: A madam from the shopping district lent it to me!

Tasuku: We just had our concert, yet we’re singing again…

Kazunari: It’s fine, it’s fiiine! Let’s do a duet, Ronron~

Homare: Ooh, splendid. Why don’t we rap together as well, Azami-kun?

Azami: Seriously? I mean, I’m down for just a little bit…

Masumi: …

Taichi: Great job back there, Masumi-kun~! The live was hella fun! The practice period also felt fulfilling. I was in great form, just like that horoscope we saw the other day said I would be! I guess it really was accurate, huh~? How did you feel, Masumi-kun?

Masumi: …It was the worst.

Taichi: EHH! So it is accurate…! Lemme take another look~! …Hm? Hey! I didn’t notice this at all back then. Apparently there’s a “lucky person” section. I missed it~!

Masumi: …Let me see.

Taichi: Ah! My phone~!

Masumi: Which one’s my page?

Taichi: Umm, Masumi-kun’s is… Ah, here!

Masumi: …”Your lucky person is a bar owner! They will surely treat you kindly and be there for you.” …

Guy: Do you two want something to drink?

Taichi: Ah, I’ll have cola!

Masumi: …So it was you.

Guy: ? What do you mean?

Masumi: ...It’s nothing.

-pause-

Izumi: The line was pretty long, but I’m glad we were able to buy the curry buns! I can’t wait to eat them…! Since we went through the effort, I suppose I’ll update my inste for the first time in a while~.

Masumi: I’ll be the first to give it a like.

Izumi: Ahaha, thanks. You bought quite a few there, Masumi-kun. Could those be for the Spring troupe members?

Masumi: …Today’s different.

Izumi: Oh? I let it go today since it would’ve been too much to carry. But let’s buy one for all the troupe members next time.

Masumi: Sure.

-pause-

Guy: …

Masumi: …Guy.

Guy: Usui? What is the matter?

Masumi: …I’m giving these to you.

Guy: These are… the curry buns you mentioned? Is it alright if I have them?

Masumi: They’re thanks for the concert the other day and for helping me out so much. …You spoke with Director, didn’t you? About the fact I wasn’t in great shape.

Guy: …Did I overstep my bounds?

Masumi: I'm glad I got to talk to Director, thanks to you. …I appreciate it.

Guy: That’s great to hear. I am grateful for these as well. Are you not going to eat them, Usui?

Masumi: I ate some earlier on my way home with Director. At the park. When she said she just couldn’t wait… that was the absolute cutest.

Guy: …Nothing out of the ordinary here.

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[binunus]

college bf!eunwoo

a/n I LOVE HIM !! I WOULD LITERALLY RISK IT ALL FOR HIM !! also rip to the disappointing hookup experience I had that made an appearance in this headcanon...yes I’m still angry about it.

→ pairing: eunwoo x f!reader

→ genre: smut, fluff, fwb to lovers

→ tw: hookup culture, mentions of drinking and drug use, implied almost SA, this is a bit heavy compared to the other ones like please be a cautious a little when you’re reading this

→ word count: 5.6k

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here we go ladies and gents

i had something completely different planned for this

and it was super angsty and dramatic

but i had a monumental experience last night so I’m changing this up

and okay okay

i usually try to write all my stuff gender neutral but bc of the idea I have for some of this plot, it’s gonna be a female reader

im sorry to all my male identifying loves :(

and back to our regularly scheduled program

cha motherfuckin eunwoo

lee fuckin dongmin

he doesn’t go by dongmin, he prefers to go by eunwoo, only his family calls him dongmin

as soon as he stepped foot into the university, everyone knew him

and I mean everyone

he’s so attractive

but don’t get it twisted, eunwoo’s the humblest, sweetest bean

he gets very embarrassed when people compliment him for his looks

applied for random roommates his first year and got paired up with swimmer!bin

he and bin become besties and end up rooming together their entire college career

major: music performance, specialty in piano

most people (besides those in the music department or astro) would have never thought eunwoo was a music major, especially since he was incredibly smart and athletic too???

usually gets mistaken for a STEM major

often helps the boys (especially rocky and sanha) with their studies

and oof when he tries out for–and makes it into–the basketball team

everyone ???? floored

eunwoo has game on the court...now with dating??? eh not so much

(at least not sober shh)

he’s tried dating before, at least in the first year or so

the basketball team kept trying to set him up with people

but it never got anywhere substantial and eunwoo always trusted astro to really give the vibe check and no one ever passed

and so he settled for hookup culture every now and then

his emotions are guarded :’(

yes he’s very easy to talk to and always so nice and well mannered

but he’s only himself with astro

now, where do you come into this???

you’re a cheerleader

you and eunwoo know each other by association

you cheer for his home games, you’ve been in a couple of classes together, you’ve seen each other at parties

but would you call yourselves friends?? not really

now you know it’s highly unlikely for you to have a lasting boyfriend in college, especially with your affiliation as a cheerleader, so you also opt for hookup culture

less messy feelings, less drama, less commitment, all that fun

so the first time your paths really intertwine with eunwoo is at a party

the basketball team won a big game and they were out celebrating yuh

and ofc since it’s his team, eunwoo popped out

he only really attends parties hosted by the basketball team bc he feels a bit obligated to go LOL but he always brings swimmer!bin for support 

and it’s chill bc bin is also an athlete–yes it’s exclusive like that

but this time, bin couldn’t go so it’s just eunwoo hanging with his team

and yes, you can guess it, you and him get partnered up to play beer pong together!

that’s so cliche omg

but ah ha you hear your opponent, one of eunwoo’s teammates say to one of your fellow cheerleaders: don’t worry baby, I’ll carry you through this game

and you cringed a little ugh men

eunwoo turns to you like: ah sorry if we lose, it’s all luck with me. The guys usually pick to play me bc I’ll probably lose. I’ll drink the cups for you though if you want me to.

you get a little fired up, like aw why do they pick on him that’s not fair

you: well I’m not horrible at pong, so let’s try to crush em

he played pretty well ok! you both got balls back twice in a row right in the beginning

your team was on a roll

you and eunwoo won three games back to back

you were feeling a bit bloated and hazy from the beer that you and him had to drink, but you were still pretty self aware

and you and eunwoo were just chilling after playing the games, you two were on a pretty good wavelength and you wanted to continue it after joking around in between plays

alright now obviously you don’t go into these parties just strictly looking for a hookup, you go to have fun and let loose

but if the person and situation arises??? you wouldn’t necessarily turn it down, especially if that person was cha eunwoo

and yeah, eunwoo was entertaining the idea too, it’s been a while since he vibed with someone like he has with you

basically by the end of the night, you brought him back to your place–you’d rather eat shit than hook up at the basketball house, it was messy and musty and just nope

your place was closer than his

and ~yuh~

it was pretty damn good

he didn’t stay the night, bc well this was a hookup, so after you both had your fill it was a casual alright see you around!

oh lord the fuss your cheerleading team gave you at the next practice asking how your hookup with eunwoo was

the news spread like wildfire

eunwoo didn’t hook up very often so every time he did, it was like breaking news

which is honestly a bit fucked up, but seriously this is how college is

alright so your sex drive skyrocketed after fucking eunwoo 

you hook up with another guy at one of the following parties

but it didn’t compare to eunwoo rip so you were pretty disappointed

and you were sorta wondering like hm? should you hit him up? but decided against it 

and then! you saw him at the gym working out with literally all of astro

bin probably forced the other 4 to come with him and eunwoo sksksksk

and you were like shit why does he look so good

not gonna lie, just in case he was looking over, you tried to make your ass and tits pop out a bit more, you know squats and shit

unfortunately, it caught the attention of other guys at the gym and not eunwoo grrr

and you were literally just planning to stop being a coward and go up and talk to him, but a guy blocked your path

and he was lowkey being very creepy and way too close for your liking

but you weren’t having it, hell no you ain’t a damsel in distress

being a cheerleader taught you how to defend yourself against predatory men

so you were basically telling him to fuck off and leave you alone, but he was being really damn persistent about it

and just as the guy was about to put a hand on you, eunwoo steps in and he’s like: dude, she’s clearly not interested, fuck off.

after a bit of a stare off, the guy leaves and wow you’re face to face with eunwoo again hehehe

his eyes switch from a glare to a soft worried look and he’s like, hey are you okay?

and you’re like a little giddy, maybe also a little bit turned on bc he’s still like fresh from a workout, his hair was brushed back revealing his forehead, his arm muscles were really defined right now, and just he’s so hot? 

but you smile nonchalantly, you genuinely could have just slapped the shit out of the guy or kicked him right in the baby factory, but eunwoo stepping in was also a pleasant surprise, you weren’t complaining

you: yeah. I could have handled it, but thanks for helping

and he just grins, your confidence?? attractive

the two of you just like look at each other for a couple seconds and you’re yelling at yourself in your head like don’t cop out this is what you were waiting for !!

you: so...you’re here with your friends?

eunwoo: yeah, me and my roommate forced them to come work out with us haha. did you come by yourself?

you: yeah, I usually work out with my teammates, but I decided to come alone today

eunwoo nods and you see him like look at your neck and you immediately get a bit shy bc you knew there was a hickey there from your last (very disappointing) hookup: you’ve been having fun recently?

your face flushes: the last one was embarrassing really, so honest to god no

eunwoo: why was it embarrassing? if...you don’t mind me asking

you immediately facepalm: no, yeah I don’t mind telling you...ugh, eunwoo I was literally catfished. this guy really talked mad game about his dick and then when I agreed to hook up, he asked me to suck him off and it literally only took him less than ten minutes. and after he came, he just pulled up his pants and said “damn you give really good head” like the fuck? he didn’t even offer to return the favor or anything, and when I asked him “wait, are we gonna fuck?” he just said “maybe next time.” maYbE neXt tiMe?? I was played so hard, you have no idea how pissed I was, eunwoo. and now I have to wait for his dumb fucking hickey to heal so that I can literally just repress that hookup even happened.

his jaw literally dropped: he didn’t give you anything?

you shook your head, you were getting pissed again 

eunwoo couldn’t believe his ears, he glances back at astro for a second and then he clears his throat: well...what are you doing after the gym?

you: nothing, just going home and taking a shower. My roommate’s not gonna be home tonight so I’m probably gonna wallow in my sorrows about that hookup again

he laughs: well sounds like you have a fun night planned, but if you want some company?? I’d be more than happy to come over and help you forget about the sad disrespect of that hookup.

who said eunwoo couldn’t flirt ???

and he was thinking about hitting you up again too before but he didn’t wanna seem like a fuckboy or anything

but seeing you defend yourself against the guy?? lowkey was a bit of turn on for him

obviously you agreed hello

eunwoo going up to astro: so uh...imma head out first...I’ll see you guys later. :)

sanha: hyung so scandalous *O*

you and eunwoo fuck again

and after this time, the two of you have a little bit of pillow talk

basically you tell him that fucking him ruined all other guys for you bc he was just that good

and eunwoo usually gets shy from compliments, but his ego with this one??? he felt a bit proud ohohoho

and he’s like: honestly, you’re the only person I’ve fucked in six months, but I gotta agree that our sexual chemistry is pretty good

so where do you two go from there?

friends with benefits baby, full on fuck buddies

you both talk and agree that you two weren’t looking for relationships at the moment, but the sex was good

i’m gonna get into specifics later, but for now a little more plot

obviously, you and eunwoo talk a lot more now that you two were basically fucking each other at least once a week

the guys notice that he’s so much more?? carefree?? less stressed out?? ever since you and him started your little agreement

and they’re already scheming by themselves, like eunwoo would not get into a situation like this unless he trusted you as a person

and at first it was really just, call each other over, have sex, stay for a little bit longer, then leave

neither of you ever stayed the night bc that’s just an unspoken rule

until there was this one party, a group of people were in one of the rooms at the basketball house and they told you to come join them and ~do drugs~

don’t dabble kids, I’m serious

and you were chilling with eunwoo and bin for a bit until they called you over and you were like: wanna try too?

eunwoo and bin didn’t do it obviously, but you were curious so you went and told them you would be back in a bit

eunwoo was worried about you, bin could see it from a mile away

he kept glancing back at the room and one by one people started to come out, but none of them were you

bin nudging eunwoo: go check up on her

eunwoo opens the door to see you being like pinned down on the bed and he turns livid

he pulls the guy off you and punches him right in the face like: what the fuck do you think you’re doing? what did you give her?

you’re noticeably out of it, sobriety? not there

the guy basically laced something in the drug he gave you, omg you were roofied??

bin comes in and he literally has to hold eunwoo back from beating the shit out of the other guy

the two take you back to their apartment and were making sure that you didn’t die or something shit

literally cannot believe the first time you slept over at eunwoo’s place was when you were drugged up

you wake up the next morning, nauseous, body weak, and confused

eunwoo also wakes up because of your movement: hey y/n, are you okay?

you: eunwoo...what...what happened last night??

he sits up and gives you a recount of the party and you just like hug your body tightly when he brings up the drugs and start crying

he’s a bit shocked when he sees your tears, but he just pulls you in for a hug to try and comfort you, obviously that must have been a bit traumatic

eunwoo: hey...it’s okay...I’m just glad I checked up on you before something worse happened

you: I’m such a fucking idiot...I can’t believe I let myself get put in that situation again...no wonder people think I’m a just a dumb whore.

~trauma~

you and him spill your deepest darkest most traumatizing secrets that morning and you just feel more connected to him

you: I honestly never really told anyone...thanks eunwoo, you’re a good friend.

he feels more protective of you after that??

you start hanging around with him and astro more

and the guys really like having you around !!

you’re very easy to get along with, you also joke and tease eunwoo with them, they love you !

you even become really friendly with the other guys’ partners

about half a year into your fuck buddy relationship with eunwoo

everyone: why aren’t you dating y/n yet?

eunwoo: what do you mean?? we’re just friends...with benefits??

before you even know it, you’re spending literally all your time (when you’re not training or practicing or at class) with eunwoo and his friends

you sleep more at eunwoo’s than you do at your own apartment

honestly you two are already acting like a couple

except for the fact that you only kiss each other when you’re fucking, or you don’t hold hands in public, or you don’t say the L word to each other obviously

but the cuddles? the jokes? the hanging out? if you two are seen together there’s still a little form of physical touch––like a hand on the waist, or resting his elbow on your shoulder––something that tells other people that you two are a bit exclusive to each other

and maybe it’s because both of your emotional capacities when it comes to relationships are akin to a pubescent thirteen year old, but you and eunwoo?? don’t really realize that you’re both basically in love with each other

and it’s also the fact that catching feelings in a friends with benefits?? forbidden

but what if both people catch feelings?

you don’t realize you like eunwoo until a year of fucking each other

damn a year?? y’all really suppressed those romantic feelings hard

you and him were hanging out, per usual, but in the piano rooms of the music building

eunwoo had to practice his repertoire for an upcoming performance and you were free so you decided to come along and keep him company

you knew he was a music major and that he played piano, but you never actually heard him play

you were just chilling by the window, scrolling through your phone, and then he just starts playing and your jaw?? literally dropped

it was so intricate and fluid and elegant, you looked over to the keys and his hands just moved so expertly over them

you were put in a trance, it was so beautiful??

and then you look up and his concentration? seriousness? he has honestly never looked more attractive to you than in that moment

and then eunwoo meets your eyes and he smiles a little: is it bad?

you: no, you’re amazing actually...

and your stomach does a triple somersault and your cheeks start heating up, like why is your heart going haywire???

you start spacing out and obviously he notices

eunwoo calls your name and pats the space next to him on the piano bench

eunwoo: what are you thinking of, hm?

you: n-nothing. keep playing, I wanna hear more

and so he does and your heart just won’t chill out, especially now that you’re literally sitting mere centimeters apart from him

he’s still playing and you just can’t stop thinking about how much you want to kiss him–and not in a sexual way

and that honestly scared you, so you panicked and put your hand near his crotch

eunwoo jolts in surprise, but he doesn’t say anything, he just chuckles and continues playing

do you have sex in the piano room to try and distract yourself from whatever you were feeling? yeah

you hide your feelings for a little bit, but the more time you spent with him, the stronger they got, and you honestly didn’t know what to do

so you tried distancing yourself, you gave eunwoo the excuse that cheerleading competitions were coming up–which they were, so it wasn’t a complete lie–and you needed to focus and have time to yourself

it was so weird for you not seeing him and astro all the time, you barely responded to his text messages or calls, and when you saw him around campus, you would immediately try to avoid him, and it hurt but you were ~scared~

eunwoo’s a smart boy, he knew something was off with you

but after a week of trying to contact you, he didn’t wanna seem annoying or a bother, so he tried not to

even though all he wanted was to see you or talk to you, like it was beyond sex at this point

he missed you, he thought he was going to go insane

he didn’t realize his feelings for you until he saw you talking to a guy in the athletic building

he had basketball practice, and you just finished your cheerleading practice

you were talking to this one guy from your philosophy class, basically joking around and talking shit about your professor

and eunwoo saw you smile at something the guy said and he just felt jealous

his fists clenched, he hated seeing you smile and laugh with the guy like how you used to do with him

and it also didn’t help that you and him haven’t really talked in two or three weeks and he just missed you so much :(

he tried not to think about it during his practice, but it didn’t work, he was off his game for this one, even his teammates and coach noticed it

he went back to his place after practice and called over the boys and basically vented his frustrations

jin: eunwoo. you like y/n

eunwoo: I know...fuck what do I do

bin: tell her, obviously

eunwoo: and risk our?? friendship??

myungjun: you’re a fucking idiot if you don’t see that she likes you back

rocky: yeah...I mean why else do you think noona started distancing herself from you?

eunwoo: maybe I’m just feeling like this because we haven’t met up in a while and I saw her talking to that guy and I don’t know? I’m horny?

sanha: hyung...you sound indenial and jealous.

bin: you like her. we’re surprised you didn’t realize this earlier.

anyway, the day of the competition comes, and the guys and their partners decide to pop out and support you

and seeing them actually made you feel so warm, you wave at them brightly and you meet eyes with eunwoo and you smile at him even though the butterflies are back and at full force

the group is so proud watching you and your team compete, their cheers are debatably the loudest and you literally have to stop yourself from laughing in the middle of your routine

your school places first yuh

and after talking with your team and discussing celebration plans, you go to the group

you were having such an adrenaline rush, you immediately run up to eunwoo in a crushing hug and you kiss him

eunwoo doesn’t even hesitate to kiss you back

astro and them: ohohoho hey

you: I’m so happy you all came! I can’t believe we actually won!

you were going to celebrate with your team bc you knew they were throwing a party, but celebrating with eunwoo and astro/their partners seemed way more appealing to you

you all go out to dinner and drink a little bit casually and it’s all such good vibes

you missed hanging around with them all and it just felt so right

eunwoo rested his hand on your thigh the whole time throughout dinner, he missed you alright, and just seeing you so happy with all his friends? he was hooked

when the group parts ways, it’s just you and eunwoo heading back to his place bc bin is spending the night at his partner’s apartment

and honestly the tension is so thick between you two

you barely make it past the door before you’re both latched onto each other, making out and all that steamy stuff

after you have sex, the two of you are having that post-sex cuddle in his bed and your heart is pounding so loud

you: hey...I’m sorry if it was weird that I kissed you earlier at the venue, I don’t really know what came over me, I was just so glad to see you guys

eunwoo: you don’t have to apologize for that y/n...I missed you

you roll around so that your back is to him bc you do not have the strength to look at him in the eyes right now

eunwoo hugs your waist and pulls you in his chest, he’s spooning you and he has no plans on letting you go any time soon

you: uh...eunwoo, I-we-uh maybe we should stop this...thing from going any further

he literally freezes: ...did I do something wrong?

you: no! it’s...I...fuck I don’t know how to say this...I know we’ve been hooking up for a year but just recently I...think I have feelings for you...and it’s not fair for either of us to continue this if we’re not on the same page.

eunwoo: y/n, I–

you’re rambling now, you’re scared of what he has to say: and honestly you’ve become someone I really don’t wanna lose in my life. You’re an amazing person and friend, and I don’t wanna fuck that up by having feelings for you, especially since you probably don’t feel the same. I just...can’t have casual sex with you anymore...I’m sorry, it would break me.

you’re like trying to get up and you tell him that you’re going to go to the party your team’s hosting but he just tightens his grip

eunwoo: don’t go...please

you: eunwoo, I can’t stay here–

eunwoo: you don’t even know what I feel, y/n...why are you so sure that I don’t feel the same way as you?? because I do...honest to god, y/n, I like you so fucking much. the month that you didn’t talk to me was like hell and I don’t ever wanna experience that again. I missed you so much I thought I was going crazy...please don’t go.

you roll around and face him again

you: y-you like me? you’re not just saying that because you want to keep having sex?

eunwoo: I’m not just saying that because of the sex...I promise

you: so...what does that make us now?

eunwoo: well would you do me the honors and be my girlfriend?

god finally you two are dating

you realize that not much really changes after the two of you make it official

the pda does increase though, you actually hold hands and kiss each other in public now

and you two are more cutesy with each other

yes astro pretends to gag whenever they see you act all coupley

petnames!! you call each other baby, sometimes you call him minnie!! as in dongminnie !! im screaming!!

a poster couple, the basketball player and the cheerleader

literally when you’re both wearing your uniforms and you kiss each other, it’s like one of those teen movies

lots of forehead kisses especially right before bed

eunwoo’s a clingy cuddly boy, especially now that you two are together

lots of study dates?? he is a scholar after all

you’re each other’s biggest supporters !! you always go to all of his recitals and basketball games, he always goes to your competitions

he’s very soft okay, will never stop showing you off or telling you how much you mean to him and how much he loves you

the first I love you came shortly in the relationship, and that’s because you’ve known each other a year prior and the feelings were really just building up since then

you were in the piano room again and he was just playing for fun, but you always loved hearing him ~tickle those ivories~

he was playing a song and singing along and you swear you had heart eyes for him, his voice was so soft and gentle and just wow

you’re sitting next to him and you just hug his waist while he’s playing

eunwoo’s smiling so wide and then he’s singing to you 

he doesn’t even get to finish the song, because you’re grabbing his face and kissing him 

he’s laughing in between kisses and you can’t help but laugh with him

grrr he’s so cute!

and then you two are just looking at each other

eunwoo: hm? 

you: I love you, minnie

he doesn’t miss a beat: I love you too, y/n

you and him have a lot of deep talks together, especially right before bed

it’s the time when he can just let out all the frustrations of the day and just be with you

he actually holds a lot of pressure and worries, but knowing that you’re by his side, comforts him a lot

the two of you have so many pictures together it’s so cute

eunwoo’s a bit possessive alright, not in the toxic way, but will he tighten his grip on your waist if a guy seems to be getting a little too friendly with you? yeah

not gonna lie, you get possessive too, it’s hard especially if your boyfriend is cha eunwoo, he’s the fucking perfect package god dammit

you both tell each other that you don’t have to worry about other people bc y’all are just both so whipped for each other

but it’s still cute when either of you are jealous

he’s actually pretty into couple items, but it has to be like minimalistic-style

like matching plain color hoodies or matching pajama sets

will not wear a “he’s mine, she’s mine” shirt or something

but it’s okay bc neither would you sksksk

will he wink at you if he makes a three pointer during his game? yeah.

literally loves when you wear his clothes or fuck, his jersey?? a turn on

and here we go !! I’ve been talking about sex so much but let’s get into it !!

in the beginning, like before you two started dating, when it was just your fuck buddy friendship, it was sexy

and not saying that it’s not sexy now that you two were in a relationship, but before it was just lust

eunwoo’s a freak alright, you can’t convince me otherwise

he’s a little kinky

definitely into food play, you two use whipped cream during foreplay a little too much...

100% into anal

you know how much he loves ass, has a very nice ass himself

and we already been knew, but yes he’s an ass guy

s p a n k i n g

eunwoo seeing you in your cheerleading skirt? immediate turn on

will literally fuck you while you’re wearing your skirt...just your skirt.

alright alright, you have a hand kink...was it awoken by watching eunwoo play piano all the time? yes

does eunwoo use that to his advantage? yes

the amount of times he’s fingered you??? vaginal and anal??? lord have mercy

very much into overstimulation, will keep fingering you until you squirt

and yes im bringing back my the choking kink

literally if his hands make any contact with your neck area, even when he’s just kissing, you will drench

but ugh you and eunwoo making out and you know how he like cups the back of the neck?? i know y’all have seen it from the true beauty kiss scenes, and then it gets heated and his grip just moves to the front and squeezes and when your mouth opens in a gasp, he shoves his tongue down your throat

that’s so sexy

do you like choking on his cock? probably more than you should

does he make you deep throat until tears are literally streaming down your face? most definitely

he loves marking you?? it’s just a tell tale way to show everyone you’re his

he’s a bit feisty...will he manhandle you during sex?? yeah

eunwoo is a dom. I am 100% convinced that he is a dom, you won’t be domming him honey

daddy and babygirl kink...I said it...

okay he’s a bit of an exhibitionist...would probably be down to have sex anywhere as long as you don’t get caught

piano room sex? locker room sex? library sex? movie theater sex? restaurant bathroom sex? yes you’ve done it all

will he finger you while you guys are having a movie night with the guys? yeah

eunwoo’s a tease, he’s a little shit, will tease you until you’re literally in tears begging for him to just do something

favorite position is doggy, it’s the view of the ass for him

although you two both do like experimenting different positions, especially if it has to do with “training your flexibility”

will pull your hair while he’s fucking you from behind, and will plug your asshole with his thumb–don’t knock it until you try it...it’s...a pretty good feeling

sometimes wakes you up by eating you out

very much a giver ugh king

the type to grip your thighs tighter when you try to push him away from overstimulation just to force another orgasm out of you

believe it or not, he’s a gasper/grunter/groaner

nothing is hotter than hearing eunwoo groan right when he’s about to cum oooof grrrr bark bark

okay but soft gentle sex with eunwoo is so passionate

all you feel is the love and sincerity, especially when he’s just looking in your eyes

the love making happens a lot more obviously when you start dating

he’s just so in love with you alright

gives the best and sweetest after care ugh

cleans you up, gives you massages especially if it was a rough session, cuddles you, draws you a bath, brings you water, everything

always makes sure to tell you he loves you after sex

i would risk it all for eunwoo like please ruin my life

anyway

ugh I just wanna put the idea of protective eunwoo during a party in your head

his hand is always on you. waist, thigh, shoulder, anywhere casually

you don’t fight?? but you do argue

arguing is healthy, and you both would rather let it out and bicker with each other in the moment than let it bottle in and build up into something worse

but when you do have a disagreement, no matter how big or small, you two always make sure to never go to bed angry with each other

communication is very important for the both of you

you’re his better half :’) all the things eunwoo struggles with, you help him with it and vice versa

he figured out you were the one for him during one of your deep late night pillow talks

he was worried about what he’d do in the future after graduating, like he was genuinely having a crisis about it

but you just talked so calmly to him: baby, no matter where you end up after graduation or what you end up doing, you’re going to be fine. You’re such a hard worker and I know that you’ll succeed...no matter what, I’ll be here for you minnie. I believe in you, you’re future is going to be great.

and he just kisses you so sweetly: will you be in my future, baby?

you’re smiling and you just giggle at him: if you want me to be...I’d love to be a part of it.

ugh y’all are so whipped for each other !!

astro always teasing you two, even when you’re all older

you and eunwoo are equally ticklish so basically y’all are fucked when they wanna mess with you

both of your families love you and him instantly

they push marriage immediately after you both graduate college

even astro’s like: we know you two are probably gonna tie the knot first...when’s the wedding?

not gonna lie, you and eunwoo probably get married probably 2-3 years after college, pretty young age

sidenote: eunwoo 100% cries at your wedding, especially when he sees you walking down the isle in your dress

and he has huge baby fever so you bet y’all had kids fairly young too

the best dad !! ugh he loves kids !! ugh so domestic

im just gonna say, y’all have beautiful children

trusts bin and jinjin to babysit your kids the most...he’s scared of the rest of the boys watching over his children

anyway eunwoo literally deserves the world and I just?? love him so much?? happy ending yay hehe

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2-21-21