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adrienneleclerc · 6 months ago

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Hello, darling! 🫶🏻 You could write more about Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina! Reader x Alexandra Saint Mleux I don't know maybe you see a second part of "The Happy Throuple"

Hello, querida! So there is already a second part of “The Happy Throuple” and its called "Nobody Everybody Knows", its on my masterlist right next to "The Happy Throuple" so you could go ahead an read that. But here is the third installment of your favorite Throuple

Family Meeting

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina! Reader x Alexandra Saint Mleux

Summary: the first time all three sets of parents meet each other.

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors

A/N: I hope everyone is enjoying the happy throuple story, there are many more installments such as a gender reveal party, shopping for the baby, decorating the baby’s room and figuring out a name, having Pascale and Alexandra’s mom host a baby shower, Charles proposing, giving birth to the baby, the classic struggles of being first time parents, the wedding, the baby’s first birthday, the baby’s first trip around the paddock, Leo and the baby being besties, the baby being a toddler, BIG PLANS but I expect everyone to be patient because planning it out does take time. Anything about Alexandra I pure made it up and I am SO UPSET because I had to rewrite the majority of the fanfic because it didn’t fucking save!!

(You know what’s FASCINATING? Becky G, Charles, and Alexandra were probably at the SAME LAKERS GAME!!!!!! My mind is BLOWN)

Y/N has met Alexandra’s parents when her and Alexandra first became roommates. Charles and Alexandra met each other’s parents when they first started dating. However, neither met Y/N’s parents and Y/N hasn’t met Charles’s mom, but she has met his brothers.

So Charles came up with a brilliant plan to fly Y/N’s parents out to Monaco so everyone can meet. Her parents said yes immediately. Charles was already nervous about picking up Y/N’s parents from the Nice Airport, Y/N riding shotgun obviously, she’s 7 weeks pregnant.

“Muñeco, this was your idea, relax.” Y/N said.

“How can I relax? The first time I’m meeting your parents is because I got you pregnant! Screw making good first impression, all your dad is going to see is the man that knocked up his 22 year old daughter.” Charles said, parking the car in the airport parking lot.

“Alexandra is preparing the apartment for our parents, she took Leo out for a walk and gave him a bath, he should be clean and wearing a cute little bow tie.” Y/N said. Both of them got out of the car, Y/N kisses him. “Everything will be fine.” They got out of the car and entered the terminal her parents say they were going to arrive in. “I’m gonna get some Dunkin’ for my mom, you okay to wait here?”

“Yeah of course, mon ange, here’s my card.” Charles said, giving Y/N his credit card. Y/N kissed his cheek before going to Dunkin’ and Charles waited for Y/N's parents to arrive. When Y/N was in line at Dunkin', some people asked for photos with her, same with Charles. Y/N was walking back with an iced coffee in hand and some donuts when her parents arrive with suitcases.

"Ay mija por favor, estás embarazada, no puedes tomar café, ya sabes eso." Her mom scolded her. Please, you’re pregnant, you can’t drink coffee, you know that

"Mami, lo compre para ti." Y/N said. I bought this for you

"Ay gracias, princesa, te quiero mucho." Her mom said, hugging and kissing Y/N on the cheek before taking the coffee. "Presentanos Y/N, no seas maleduducada." Thank you princess, I love you so much. Introduce us, Y/N, don’t be rude

"Mami, Papi, this is Charles Leclerc, my boyfriend." Y/N said.

"Pleasure to meet you." Charles said, leaning in for a hug with Y/N's mom and shaking Y/N's dad's hand.

"Nice to meet you too Charles, I'm Macarena, this is Jorge." Macarena said.

"Y donde esta la flacucha esa?" Jorge asked. Where is she

"Papi! Ella esta en el apartamento, ya vamonos." Y/N scolded her father. Charles helped with the luggage and they got into the biggest car he owned. She’s in the apartment, let’s go

“So how long have you been dating Y/N?” Jorge asked

“About a year.” Charles replied.

“Y la flacucha esa?” Jorge asked again.

“Papi!” Y/N scolded her father.

“Ay perdón! How long have you been dating Alexandra?” Jorge asked.

“A little over a year.” Charles replied.

“And what made you think you yourself ‘you know what, I would like two girlfriends, that’d be great’, hm?” Jorge asked and Macarena hit his shoulder.

“Actually Alexandra was the one that liked Y/N first. Alex would invite Y/N on our shopping trips and when she would leave me alone with Y/N, we would talk and I fell in love. We both fell in love with her.” Charles said, putting his hand on Y/N’s thigh.

“Ah, that’s nice.” Macarena commented. Charles turned on the audio of his car stereo and it was playing on of Y/N’s songs.

“That’s no way you actually have this song on your playlist, muñeco.” Y/N commented in disbelief.

“Of course I do! I have to support my girlfriend, after all.” Charles said and turned up the volume. He drove into this building’s parking garage and parked the car in his spot. Him, Y/N, and her parents got out of the car. “I put you guys in a hotel and I will drop you guys off later tonight, I’m just waiting for a few people..” Charles said and that’s when Charles’s mom and Alexandra’s parents, Mariana and Adrien, pull up in their cars. Pascale got out of her car.

“Charles, whats going on here?” Pascale asked.

“Maman! This is Y/N, my girlfriend, and her parents, Macarena and Jorge.” Charles introduced them. Pascale stepped closer to Y/N.

“It’s lovely to meet you.” Pascale hugged Y/N and Y/N hugged her back.

“It’s lovely to meet you too, Charles adores you.” Y/N commented.

“Ah, entonces es niño de mami.” Jorge commented to his wife and Macarena hit his shoulder again. Oh so he’s a mama’s boy

“No seas malo, Jorge, por Dios,” Macarena said before saying hello to Pascale. Don’t be mean, Jorge, god

“Oh Mariana, Adrien, these are my parents.” Y/N said as soon as Mariana and Adrien got out of their car.

“Hi, nice to meet you.” Adrien said to Jorge.

“You too. How do you feel about your daughter dating Charles?” Jorge asked Adrien.

“He’s a fine young man, perfectly harmless.” Adrien said.

“He got my daughter pregnant so he’s not that harmless.” Jorge commented.

“But they’re in love. My daughter loves your daughter very much, I can guarantee that.” Adrien said.

“That makes me feel better, thank you, man.” Jorge patted Adrien’s back.

“I can’t believe you came from New York, how was the flight?” Mariana asked Macarena.

“It was fine, her son got us first class tickets.” Macarena commented.

“That’s good, it’s a long flight. Charles, Can we go up? I’m getting cold.” Pascale told her son.

“Oh right, of course, let’s go.” Charles said before pressing the elevator button. When the elevator door opened, he held out his arm so everyone can get it before he did and once he was in, he pressed the button for his floor. Once the elevator opened on his floor, Y/N opened the penthouse door.

“Reina, we’re here, I brought Dunkin’.” Y/N said, putting her bag on the couch, and that’s when she heard the tippy tappies of Leo. “Leo! Ay, que cosita tan linda, me extrañaste bebé?” Y/N asked rhetorically as she squatted down to pet the dog before leo runs to Charles. The parents were observing the penthouse and Alexandra came in, greeting Pascale and her parents with a kiss in the cheek before she went over to Y/N parents. What a cute little thing you are, did you miss me, baby

“Hola, soy Alexandra, un placer conocerlos.” Alexandra said, hugging Macarena and Jorge, Hi, I’m alexandra, it’s a pleasure to meet youn

“Un placer conocerte también, flacucha.” Jorge said. Pleasure to meet you too

“Papi!” Y/N yelled.

“No se preocupe, me puedes decir flaca si quieres, no me molesta.” Alexandra said. Don’t worry, you can call me that if you want, I don’t mind

“Está bien flaca. Y cuéntanos, cómo conociste a nuestra hija?” Jorge asked. Tell us, how did you meet our daughter?

“Ah, la conocí en una fiesta. Un chico me estaba pidiendo el número, le dije que no pero me seguía molestando y Y/N vino al rescate.” Alexandra said. I met her at a party. Some guy was asking form,y number, I said no but he kept bothering me and Y/N rescued me

“Si, así es Y/N, siempre defendiendo a la gente. Se hicieron amigas por cuanto?” Macarena asked. Yeah, that’s how Y/N is, always defending people. How long were you two fiends?

“Creo que fuimos amigas por 2 años antes que me empezara a gustar.” Alexandra answered. I think we were friends for 2 years before I started liking her

“Y por qué te empezó a gustar? Como que cambió?” Jorge asked. And when did you start liking her? What changed?

“Ah pues creo que fue cuando empecé a recibir hate por salir con Charles, llamándome una interesada y otras cosas feas. Estaba llorando y ella me estaba consolando, diciendo que nada lo que ellos dicen es cierto, y la empecé de ver de otra manera. Desde ese entonces, todo lo que ella hacía me empezó a gustar. Me gusta como se arregla el cabello, como canta cuando cocina, cositas así. Es guapa, claro, pero es humilde, dulce, inteligente, talentosa, y la admiro mucho.” Alexandra confessed. Oh well I think it happened when I started to receive hate for dating charles, people were calling me a gold digger and other awful,things. I was crying and she comforted me, said that what they’re saying is not true, and I saw her differently. Since that day, I started liking everything she did. I like how she does her hair, how he sings when she’s cooking, stuff like that. She’s hot, of course, but she’s humble, sweet, smart, talented, and I admire her a lot

“Y de Charles?” Macarena asked.

“Yo creo que es mejor que él te lo explique. Mon beau, Macarena and Jorge want to talk to you.” Alexandra said. Charles excused himself from Mariana and Adrien and went to Macarena and Jorge. I think it’s better if he explains it

“Hello, what did you want to talk about?” Charles asked.

“Same thing we asked Alexandra, how did you meet Y/N and when did you start liking her?” Jorge asked,

“Well she was invited to the Miami Grand Prix in 2023 so that’s when I met her, she came to the Ferrari garage and when she spotted Alexandra, they started talking. That’s when they told me they were friends. It wasn’t until we went to this Peruvian restaurant that I started to like her. She was talking about how she went to Peru for this music festival and how her fans were waiting outside the hotel to take photos with her. Then I started sharing my experience with ‘crazed fans’ and it felt good to talk to someone about it. We both suffer from anxiety so she’s been helping me with mine, Alex can’t relate to what I go through but Y/N can,” Charles said.

“She does seem happier on our phone calls.” Macarena said,

“You’re a good guy, charles.” Jorge said. Y/N was with Pascale.

“So Y/N, charles mentioned he met you at a Grand Prix?” Pascale asked.

“Yes, I was invited by one of Ferrari’s sponsors and I got to meet him in the Ferrari garage. It was actually kinda cool, my uncle is a formula 1 fan so when I would go over to his house when I was younger, I would watch the races.” Y/N said.

“That’s nice, dear. What made you like him?” Pascale asked.

“I had this dog charity event, I’m a big animal lover, and he heard me on my phone arguing with the person who was supposed to host with me, saying he wasn’t able to do it anymore and Charles said he would host with me. I asked him why and he said because he wanted to help me and him being there would bring in more people. He wasn’t wrong, a lot of dogs got adopted that day. He’s selfless, humble, so kind, that made me fall in love.” Y/N confessed.

“He’s very in love with you too, he can’t wait to be a father.” Pascale said.

“Yeah, he’s very excited.” Y/N said.

“You seem like a good fit for him Y/N, I hope one day you could come over to our house.” Pascale said.

“I would like that very much.” Y/N said,

The rest of the day, the parents were sitting in the dining room, drinking wine, and sharing embarrassing childhood stories for their children.

“Alexandra flushed her sister’s goldfish down the toilet because she thought it led to the ocean,” Mariana said and everyone was laughing.

“Yeah, that’s enough wine for you.” Alexandra took the wine bottle that was in the center of the table and brought it to the kitchen counter where Y/N and Charles were eating potato chips. “Looks like our parents are getting along.”

“What embarrassing story did you hear this time?” Y/N asked.

“One of mine, actually. It’s crazy how they’re talking like old friends.” Alexandra said.

“It’s even crazier that they’re all cool with us being a throuple, I thought I was going to die.” Charles said

“Well I’m glad you didn’t, muñeco.” Y/N kissed him.

“Think we could stay the night?” Alexandra asked.

“Of course you’re staying the night. I wouldn’t expect anything less.” Charles said. The three observed their parents talking, looks like the family meeting was a success.

The End

Hope y’all liked it! It took me forever to write

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missnxthingg · 2 months ago

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𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬, 𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑴 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑪𝑶𝑹𝑵𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑳𝑫 . (𝑺𝑴𝑨𝑼 𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵) - 𝐹𝑂𝑈𝑅 (𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑡𝑤𝑜)

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆 - Once again, we have two parts! Hope you like this one as well and don't forget to go ready the first one ahead of this 🧡

original chapter | series masterlist | main masterlist | taglist | pt 1

yourusername

Red Bull Ring

yourusername Gooooood morning, Austria! I'll be pretending this is a sea of papaya, btw. Wish this bad boy good luck today 🧡

tagged: mclaren, landonorris

landonorris ***good boy! 😉

↪yourusername You don't fool anyone, babe ↪username1 preach, y/n

username2 Lando P1 at Red Bull's home. I'm so ready!

username3 Papaya dom coming!

mclaren Everybody is a papaya fan! 🧡

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f1news

f1news It's DNF for Norris in Austria! The McLaren driver crashed with the owner of the house, Max Verstappen, in the Red Bull Ring and was taken out of the race. The RBR driver lost his leadership, but finished P5.

username1 Max Verstappen plays it DIRTY!

username2 I feel so so sorry for Lando. He didn't deserve this 😢

username3 i hope y/n takes good care of our boy

yourusername added to their stories

Caption: A very much needed home time for Mr Norris

landonorris

Silverstone

landonorris Back to Silvo with some family time ❤

tagged: adam_norris_pure_electric, yourusername

yourusername P1 in Ollie's heart 🧡

↪landonorris My love ❤

username1 Olivia content!!!!

↪username2 finally 😫 i missed them so much

username3 i just know lando spent the entire week with ollie bf silverstone

username4 we're all ready for your revenge arch 😈

landonorris

landonorris Silverstone I love you, so many incredible fans out there ❤️ Congrats on the win @.lewishamilton, we’ll review, do better and come get you next time

username1 Just the fact that Olivia dressed as Lando for Silverstone makes me so so happy!

↪username2 she's his biggest fan indeed! ↪username3 Olivia future WDC!

yourusername Always good to see you step on the podium at home 🧡 I'm so proud

↪username3 I love that no matter the result, Y/N is always there to support Lando ↪username4 She's his true biggest fan

yourusername

Mallorca, Spain

yourusername Spain, you are a dream! 🤍 Best summer break ever

tagged: landonorris

username1 THEY WENT ON A HOLIDAY TOGETHER?

username2 i'm considering this a hard launch, btw

↪username3 you always make it weird for them 🙄 clearly they are just best friends having fun together ↪username4 for real! people forget that he's literally her daughter's godfather ↪username5 doesn't mean they can't become a couple eventually btw

username6 good to see that lando is spending time with y/n and olivia ❤ he deserved some family time to recharge

oscarpiastri Enjoy summer break, guys!

↪yourusername Thanks, Osc! Love you ❤ Send love to Lily, btw

maxfewtrell Bring me next time

↪landonorris It's family only ↪yourusername Max is family, idiot

landonorris My girls ❤

↪yourusername Our boy ❤ ↪username7 Stooooop, I love you guys so much ↪username8 The cutest duo ever

landonorris

Mallorca, Spain

landonorris aug 24. sun & things ☀️ family, forever

tagged: yourusername

yourusername Best summer ever ❤ I love you my babies

username1 Stoooop they are the cutest little family, omg!

username2 Lando applying sunscreen to Ollie's face and they posing as a family is everything to me 😭

maxfewtrell That's what i'm talking about, mates ❤

yourusername Ollie says: "Hi, uncle Max. Come have dinner with us" maxfewtrell How can I deny this proposal?

username3 now can we please have a hard launch???

username4 uhmm don't think they are really together, though. lando has taken them on vacations before, it's not like something different happened username5 idk dude, they do seem a little closer after his win in miami and people saw them leaving the party together username6 you keep assuming things and it's very annoying

username7 I'm so ready for the next chapter of this story

⋘ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 // 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ⋙

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distantdarlings · 1 year ago

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RECIPROCATION // e. berkshire

RATING: R / 3.7K WORDS

Enzo Berkshire x Reader Insert (No gender-specific details)

+ SUMMARY - *Requested (based on this)* Enzo Berkshire has a tendency to flirt with you. You reciprocate the flirtation, thinking that he genuinely may like you, but that hope is screwed up when he seems to be flirting with another person.

+ WARNINGS - Language, kissing, nothing else really, not fully proof-read (Fluff, Romance)

+ MUSIC (listened to while writing) -

As Long As You Love Me - Sleeping At Last

(Note: I am very sorry for the sudden delay in all of my writing. To be quite honest, I started a new job and got into a car crash this week and haven't been writing at all. Please accept this request, and I will have pt. 5 of By the Fireplace out ASAP)

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“Hey, darling, wait up!”

The voice came from behind you. You pivoted on your heels, stopping right in your tracks on your way to Defense Against Dark Arts, and glanced around. Your eyes circled the hallway until they landed on a waving hand attached to a grinning body. A smile spread over your lips as you recognized the voice's owner. Lorenzo Berkshire. Handsome, funny, old-money rich, with a side of infamy due to his frightening family.

He stopped before you, panting slightly from the jog up to you. His face was a bit flushed, and his lips were parted with a bit of shine spread over them. He looked absolutely breathtaking. You nearly had to steady yourself as he combed his fingers through his hair.

“Well, hello, Berkshire. Are you on your way to class as well?” You turned back the way you were initially heading and started off, beckoning for him to follow. He gave a slight nod, never dropping his glorious smile.

“Yeah, I spotted you on my way out of the courtyard and figured I’d walk with you,” he said, “it’d give me a chance to see my favorite person.” Your stomach flushed. Favorite person? You could have fainted.

“Well, I’m glad you wanted to walk with me,” you smiled, clutching your books tightly against your chest.

Enzo had always been an enormous flirt—specifically toward you. You’d be lying if you said you minded it; after all, the boy was absolutely gorgeous and practically everything you could ever want out of a romantic partner. He oozed radiance and dripped sex. Damn it. Your eyes watched as he jogged ahead of you to grab the door to the classroom, the muscles along his forearm rippling wonderfully. Merlin’s sake, he looked like he belonged on the cover of a Muggle romance novel.

You flashed him your best smile and slipped through the door, watching as he followed quickly behind you.

The two of you had been friends for a very long time—almost since first year, to be exact. Halfway through second year, the two of you had been paired together for a project in Potions class, and not only had you succeeded in working together flawlessly, but you’d also grown really close. He had always been a good friend to you, no matter what you needed. He was, quite honestly, more than you deserved. But, on the darker side of things, as he grew older, he grew quite flirty. At every turn, he was tracing you with his eyes or making a quick quip about your eyes or your clothing. It was more than you could handle on some days. Your platonic feelings toward him had very quickly become romantic feelings.

You selected your usual seat in the classroom and kicked the chair beside you out so Enzo could take his place next to you. You mentally prepared yourself for a whole period of brushing elbows, skimming shoes, and knowingly glancing at each other. Why wouldn’t he just admit he liked you already? There was apparent tension between the two of you—even other people had caught on. So why couldn’t he just admit it? Granted, you could say the same for yourself.

Once the Professor had settled everybody in and started with the lecture, you saw Enzo begin to rummage through his bag slowly, trying not to disturb anyone. One hand held the fabric pocket open while the other selected his class journal and his ink kit. You’d already had your things set out by now, but you figured he was just a little behind, per usual. Not that it was a bad thing. It was sort of endearing.

Through glances out of the corner of your eye, you saw him flip his journal open, collect a generous amount of ink on the tip of his quill, and begin to write. The soft scratches of the quill’s tip tickled the edges of your ear, sending a line of chills down your arm. There was only a tiny amount of information written on the board so far, so he should have no trouble keeping up.

After a few minutes of continuous scratching, Enzo’s elbow gently bumped yours. Discreetly, you looked over at him and scrunched your eyebrows in silent question. He gestured with his head to the small folded paper beside me. How odd, you hadn’t even heard him tear it out. You quietly placed your quill into its ink well and slipped the note between your stomach and the desk to conceal the message from the professor.

Have I mentioned that you are looking absolutely ravishing today? Your jaw nearly dropped. With wide eyes, you looked over at him. A smug smirk was printed on his face as he sent an addicting wink your way. You tried your hardest not to blush, but, of course, you’d failed. Must he always be this…severe? You flipped the note over to the other side and wrote: I think this letter was meant for someone else. Unless you have something to tell me? You passed it back. He wrote quickly.

Of course not, darling. Just that you are the most beautiful person in this room. In attempted controlled laughter, the two of you shouldered the other. You knew he was joking, but still, you quietly slipped the paper into your bag. Something about those words in his handwriting directed to you had you blushing. You both returned to your note-taking for the class.

A few moments of comfortable silence passed before you noticed Enzo’s shoulder shaking with silent laughter. You looked over briefly, seeing a note in his hands. You thought it may have been the same one the two of you had been communicating on before you remembered that you had put that one in your bag. A closer glance revealed that Enzo’s handwriting was on the paper, as was someone else’s. You didn’t recognize the penmanship. You leaned a bit closer, careful not to disturb him as he read the note.

Have you considered who you will invite to the winter formal? A question to Enzo. Then, his response. I’ve thought long and well about it, darling. Your heart clenched. You flicked your eyes around the room, trying to guess who had sent the note, and landed on some girl from Hufflepuff giggling to her friend and occasionally casting glances at a smirking Enzo. Her eyes caught yours, and you quickly dropped the contact, returning to your notes. Was Enzo taking one of them to the formal? Because you’d honestly thought…never mind.

Your fingers subconsciously tightened around your quill; so tight, in fact, that your knuckles bled white and the end of its feather creased.

“Woah,” Enzo laughed, “what did that quill ever do to you?” His voice snapped you out of your internal rage. Tendrils of guilt and jealousy spiraled around your throat.

“Nothing, just tired,” you lied, releasing your death grip on the quill and returning to your work. You ignored him for the rest of class, completely missing the nervous glances he threw you every so often.

By the end of the lecture, you’d packed your things as quickly as possible and headed out the door, not bothering to wait for Enzo to catch up. Perhaps it was childish, but you really thought he might have had feelings for you. But it seemed that the natural flirtation may just be part of his personality.

You blew a sigh through your lips and pushed a hand through your hair. Surely, there was an explanation as to why he seemed to prefer you to other students. He never followed those Hufflepuff girls around like he did you. Or did he? Maybe you just hadn’t seen him doing it. You suppressed the urge to let out a groan. Why couldn’t romance and crushes and love be simple?

You headed toward the Great Hall to stock up on a bit of lunch; there was no way in hell you were eating in there today. With your luck, you’d crash right into Enzo and have him demand why you stormed out of class. Not that he’d demand anything. He was always so gentle with you…no, shut up. You weren’t going to think about him anymore today. You need to forget about it and focus on studying for your test in Potions today.

You were kind of absolutely terrible at the class and needed all the help you could get. More than once, you’d been tempted to write the answers on your hand and briefly turn them invisible with a simple spell, but you weren’t that low. You weren’t going to cheat. Enzo was good at Potions class. He could help—

“Ugh!” You pushed the boy out of your head as you turned into the Great Hall, conjuring a small cloth napkin. It fell into your hand delicately and displayed itself evenly as you began to pack a few things onto it—a bit of cheese, some grapes, a muffin. You smiled to yourself as your stomach rumbled. You hadn’t realized how hungry you were until just now. All of this worrying about He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named-Jr. (not the noseless one) had your stomach clawing for some sustenance.

You scooped all of the food together and tied a small knot into the napkin, slipping it into your cloak pocket. One of the goblets you’d gotten from your birthday last year appeared before you, and you poured some pumpkin juice into it. You wouldn’t take one of their goblets because you knew you’d forget to return it. Wandlessly, you sent it back to your dormitory.

You turned and headed toward the grand doors, eyes toward the ground. You whisked across the stone floors, focusing on one thing only: getting back to your dorm without bumping into any…unmentionables.

A few familiar voices swirled around you as they passed by. You tucked your head even more, realizing it was a few of Enzo’s friends. You were friendly with them and knew they’d say something and draw attention to you if they recognized you. You prayed they wouldn’t notice.

And just as you had ducked your head once more and pulled the edges of your cloak over your face, you ran straight into a solid wall of Slytherin boy. You grunted from the impact and braced for the fall on your ass when he caught you quickly and steadied you. You didn’t need to look up to know who it is. You’d know his scent anywhere.

Swallowing your pride, you glanced up and made quick eye contact with Enzo. His eyebrows were furrowed in concern, and his eyes flickered over your face. You figured he was searching for some answer to your behavior earlier. You sighed and shook your head slightly, dropping the eye contact. The fingers from his left hand tightened around your arm, and his right hand tilted your head to return his gaze to yours. Embarrassed, you jerked your head out of his grasp and pushed past him.

Your legs moved faster than they had in a long while as you practically ran up to your dorm, trying to restrain the tears pooling in your eyes. That was quite literally the most embarrassing thing to have ever happened to you. Whether it was your imagination or not, you’d thought that the people around the two of you had completely silenced themselves and had been watching you. Your cheeks burned in shame. Curse this stupid crush.

Once you come upon the entrance to the Slytherin common room, you quickly speak the password and swipe a few falling tears from your cheeks. You prayed that no one was seated in the common room lest you fully die of mortification. Surely, Enzo had just been doing that because of his usual flirtatious behavior. Nothing else explains why he would have touched you like that. So gently and easily as he reconnected your eyes. The way he had looked at you as he held you tightly to keep you from falling. His lips had parted with a small exhale that had danced across your cheeks, cool and smelling of sweet mint. His thumb had brushed the surface of your chin, daring you to place your lips on it. Fuck!

You pushed through your dormitory door and pressed your hands to your face. You collapsed onto your bed, a small sob leaving your body. Fuck, you were so ashamed. Everything about Enzo swirled around your brain just as it did every day. Every detail of his face was sharp and gorgeous as if carved by Merlin himself. The curve of his lips, the tilt of his cheekbones, the way his hands seemed to always lay upon you somehow. Whether it was tilting your chin up to force your eyes back to his or pressing a hand along the small of your back to lead you forward, it didn’t matter what he was doing. All of it made the rate of your breath increase substantially. Every piece of him made up the strokes of your dreams. You were absolutely in l—

Your name cut your thoughts off. Enzo slammed through the dormitory door, eyes frantic and wild, darting around the room. When they fell upon you as you lay curled up, pitiful and sobbing, in your bed, he pushed the door shut and sped over to you. He squatted down beside the bed until his eyes were level with yours. You refused to look at him. His eyes never left you. As always, he never backed down, while you did so easily. He was so much better than you.

His hand slowly raised above your head that was pressed into the mattress. Your eyes watched him as he moved, and as he reached the edge of your skull, he let it hover there. You glanced up at him in question, and his eyebrows raised. You nodded. His hand gently laid against the side of your head, slowly rolling his thumb from the tip of your eyebrow to your hairline. It was soothing, and his hands were soft and warm. You felt safe beneath his large grip.

“What happened?” he whispered, eyes searching yours. “Was it something I did or said? If it was something that I caused, we can talk about it. I promise I’ll fix—”

“It’s not you, En,” you interrupted, your voice crackling beneath the weight of your pathetic tears. You were mortified. “It’s me, I guess I just…I just thought…” The words refused to leave your mouth. Your eyes closed in frustration.

“You thought what? Tell me,” he whispered, scooting his face closer to yours, his thumb never stopping its calming motion.

“It’s stupid,” you whined.

“No, it’s not,” he replied, “it’s making you upset. I want to fix it…did someone do something to you?” You shook your head. The culprit of your current emotional status was none other than yourself.

“I wanted you to ask me to the formal,” you winced in embarrassment, “and I got upset that you’re asking that girl in Defense instead…” His eyes widened for a moment, and he said nothing. My God, this was the worst day of your life. Your eyes welled up with tears at the possibility of verbal rejection. “God, I know I sound like a toddler, whining like this, but I really like you, En.”

“You don’t sound like a toddler,” he said. His face moved even closer to yours. You could feel his breath on your face now and count each individual eyelash. His eyelids were half-closed now, an air of intimacy spinning between the two of you. “I like you too…a lot.”

The pitch of his voice pushed a shiver through you. The feeling of acceptance brushed through you quickly, elating your heartbeat. Enzo liked you back? Fuck, Enzo liked you back. Your eyes refused to leave his, now. Your heart pounded in your ears, echoing against the back of your skull.

“I…” you breathed, your voice trailing off. Could you even get the words out? Your breath shuddered as his hands slid down the top of your head to pinch your chin again. He held you in place, his fingers so warm against your skin. His thumb brushed slowly over your top lip.

“Can I kiss you?” he breathed. Each exhale from his lips painted the edges of your jawline, teasing longing out of you. Enzo wanted to kiss you. You wanted to kiss him so badly. You slowly nodded your head.

Then his fingers weren’t so easy as he pulled himself roughly to your face. His lips crashed against yours, clacking your teeth together. You gasped into his mouth as he stood and slipped onto the bed over you, never once separating your lips. Your heart felt as though it was going to explode. You weren’t sure if you could handle this feeling.

Your fingers tightened in his smooth hair, reveling in the feeling of the delicate strands. He sighed against your lips as the motion tugged at his scalp. Every feeling, every touch, every brush of his lips was almost too much for you to accept. Your chest rose heavily at the feeling, your heart thrashing against your rib cage. You were sure if he kept on, with him caressing every inch of the inside of your mouth, you’d faint.

You jerked away from him, pushing yourself out from under him and against your headboard.

“I’m sorry. Was that too far?” he immediately spoke. His hair was tousled, his cheeks were flushed, and his lips were swollen. He looked absolutely ethereal. The air entered and left his chest at a rapid pace. His fingers nervously closed around your blanket.

“No!” you practically screamed. “It wasn’t too far…I thought my chest was going to burst.” You chuckled breathlessly, pressing a shaking hand against your heart. You had dreamed of that feeling for months, and getting to experience it so suddenly had you reeling. Enzo was flawless, and every aspect of his perfect being was pushing your shattered self back together. He was more than just a crush.

“I’m sorry, I’m a bit embarrassed,” you laughed.

“Me too,” he smiled sheepishly, “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time; I suppose I was a bit too eager.” Fuck, he was perfect.

“You’ve wanted to kiss me for a long time?” He looked at you as if you were slow. As if his following words were the only possible response that could have come out of his mouth.

“Of course I have,” he laughed, “have I not been terribly obvious? I thought it was easy to see that I’ve been utterly in love with you for the last year.” Your lips fell apart in shock.

“You…love me?”

“Yes,” he breathed. His eyes flickered down to your lips once again. Everything in your body urged you to touch him again, to feel his lips on yours, but you wanted more information.

“But, why?” you laughed.

“Why? Oh, you have no idea. I am in love with you. You are the most perfect person I have ever met—” his hands removed themselves from the blankets to press to either side of your face—“your personality, your humor, your mind, everything about you makes my heart swell. When you look at me, when you walk next to me, when your arms would brush me in class…those small gestures have always been enough to sustain a deep desire to be loved by you.”

“En—”

“If you do not reciprocate those feelings, that is okay. I’m not going to force you to feel anything toward me. The feeling of that kiss was enough, and if you asked me never to speak to you again…it would be the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but I will do it, knowing that I told you my true feelings. The feeling of your lips on mine has renewed me forever.”

“Fuck,” you sobbed. The two of you laughed as tears welled in your eyes. The impact of Enzo’s words had hit you like a train, burrowing deep into the vessels of your heart. You never knew someone could be capable of loving in a way such as that, let alone the recipient of that love being you. And to think that he wasn’t even sure if you loved him back. To think he said all of that, not knowing if he’d ever feel the same thing in return. It was enough for the tears to begin sliding down your cheeks.

“Please don’t cry,” he whispered. His thumbs gently brushed the liquid away from your cheeks. A small smile was plastered on his face, and his eyes were easy and comforting.

“En,” you sobbed, your voice shaking, “of course I love you back. That’s why I was so upset earlier. I’ve loved you for so long. All I think of is you…I have to push you from my thoughts to get anything done.” The two of you laughed quietly.

“I’m that distracting?” he asks, quirking an eyebrow teasingly. You rolled your eyes and nodded, the smile refusing to leave your lips. Your cheeks ached beneath the pull of the grin, but nothing was going to pull it away from you. You were much too happy for that.

He pulled your body against him, cradling your head lovingly against his chest as your arms wrapped around his waist. He smelled sweet and familiar, his heartbeat pushing slightly against your cheek. The feeling of him pressed against you was more than you ever could have hoped for. His strong arms held you tightly in place, warding off anything that could ever get to you. Within Enzo’s hold, you felt like you could survive anything as if his body was energizing you. The love surging through your veins slipped against his, eternally binding them together. You were Enzo’s, and he was yours; that was all you’d ever hoped for. The universe had been particularly kind today. You smiled, your eyes slipping closed.

“I love you,” he whispered, his lips pressed into your hair. You took a moment to relish in the feeling of having someone say that to you, of having him say that to you. It felt so perfect.

“I love you too, En.”

#fanfiction #creative writing #fanfic #writing #reader insert #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #oneshot #slytherin #lorenzo berkshire #enzo berkshire #gender neutral reader #request #fluff

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adultish-momma · 2 years ago

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Lunchtime Disagreements

Yuu and Ace get along for some very specific reasons. Unfortunately for Riddle, he is about to find out one of the things they have in common.

(Yuu on the other hand, has had a rough week. They woke up and chose violence. They will not be apologizing.)

A/N: Hi :)

Rule number 271: One must leave the table within 15 minutes of completing their lunch

"Yeah that's not going to happen."

Every Heartslabyul student around their lunch table seems to freeze, anxiously watching red rise to their housewarden's cheeks. Yuu on the other hand settles deeper into their seat, the picture of indolence. Grimm, always down for mischief, hops onto the tabletop, moving the empty Ramshackle lunch trays to the side so he can comfortably turn into a cat loaf in the smack middle of everybody. He shoots a satisfied shit-eating grin up at Riddle Rosehearts, delighting in the frustrated expression on the young man's face.

"Excuse me?"

The Ramshackle prefect finishes off their burger, and then calmly turns to give Riddle Rosehearts their full attention.

"Thanks for the suggestion, but I'm good. Thanks but no." The prefect shoots the housewarden a polite smile before sipping on their carbonated beverage. The redhead blinked, thrown off by the other student's nonchalance of the subject.

"Suggestion... you can't just... the rules-"

"Are completely asinine, let alone inefficient and inapplicable to our current situation." They take another long sip of their drink while the older boy grows steadily redder.

"ASININE?!!"

"Mm-hmm" they hummed, bobbing their head in casual acknowledgment. Calmly setting down their drink, they raised their hand so they could count off for the Heartslybul Housewarden. "One, I am not a Heartslybul student. Therefore, your word is not my law."

Ace was trying very hard to hide his snickers at Riddle's grinding teeth. (He wasn't trying at all honestly but if anybody asks he's going to stick with his story thank you very much.)

"Two, this is not the Heartslybul dorm. There is no polite societal convention that demands I attempt to follow your dorm rules in the neutral territory that is the cafeteria."

Riddle now resembles a tomato, hair blending in with the color of his face. Deuce and Cater exchange nervous glances.

"Three, my next class is alchemy, and according to the time, the Alchemy Lab won't be open for at least 30 more minutes. So instead of staying here and, oh I don't know, getting ahead on my alchemy readings, you want me to leave. And do what, exactly?"

Trey was sweating in his seat. Tentatively, he reached out to the Ramshackle prefect, hoping to make this conversation just stop. "Hey, okay, I think you made your-"

"I'm not finished" they snapped, whipping around to glare at the Vice Warden's outstretched hand. When it dropped back to Trey's side, they turned back to the dorm leader. Riddle was seething, face so red that steam was quite literally going to rise from his face if someone poured water on him. And honestly, at this point, Yuu was kinda pissed too. So when Riddle opened his mouth to take advantage of the pause in their tirade, they stood up and crowded into his space, not willing to let this go until they said their piece.

"Your precious rules are more often than not completely senseless. Name me one benefit, one productive result, one good reason why rule 271 should be followed in every scenario, regardless of circumstance, and I'll take it all back."

They paused, to give Riddle a chance to rebuke them. They didn't pause longer than a second, but let the record show they did pause.

"You can't, can you? Because there are none. There is no good reason for your out-of-pocket rule. That's because it's an insane rule created by an insane woman."

"OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!"

Students wearing rose-red armbands flinched in the courtyard, frantically searching for where their leader could be. It was a fearful response, fueled by the sheer anger they heard in his voice, but they were also curious about exactly what moron was capable of upsetting their mini tyrant so immensely. The Heartslybul students in the courtyard soon figured that since he wasn't in sight, Riddle must be tearing into someone still in the cafeteria. There was collective relief, but those students also sent up a collective prayer for the poor soul on the other side of their housewarden's unique magic.

Meanwhile, inside there's a flash where the freshman prefect was standing, bright light taking its time to dissipate from their silhouette. When it does, the cafeteria is silent, shock settling heavily in the atmosphere. Riddle, who had still been as red as his namesake, rapidly began to pale at the sight before him.

Yuu stretched their neck, with no collar on them to impede the motion. They slouched back into their seat, reaching over to begin petting Grimm behind his ears. The creature's body is forced to relax under the careful touches, his tense posture melting back into a content cat loaf. The prefect themselves are pretty content with the way this argument turned out, although... one last nail in the coffin couldn't hurt his ego any more than they already have.

"I don't have any magic Housewarden Rosehearts. 'Off With Your Head' is useless against me where there is nothing for your spell to contain. So if you want to effectively throw a tantrum next time I'm verbally kicking your ass..." Their eyes locked onto his stormy grey eyes, a small, conspiratorial smirk tugging at the corner of their lips.

"You're gonna need to turn that collar into a muzzle."

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #rewrite au #twisted wonderland riddle #twst riddle #twst riddle x reader #twisted wonderland riddle x reader #next time riddle uses 'off with your head' on yuu is during his overblot #and it absolutely is a muzzle #also hi hello #i might possibly be back #haven't decided yet #Mirrors are Never to be Trusted

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lillypad-monopoly · 18 days ago

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Wild Life Episode 3 Thoughts

Sorry I don't have very good commentary this week. I was really busy and then life happened so I watched these POVs over the course of 6 days and didn't always take live notes.

The snail gimmick is iconic! Another amazing wildcard and a good Grian reference as well as being memey!

Someone joked about them being soulbound to the snails and I'm praying for the return of a soulbond Wildcard so hard right now

I'm genuinely concerned Skizz and Jimmy won't make it to episode 5. I hope we get some more passive wildcards coming up or this is going to be a pretty short series (also I would like them to get some stuff done)

Grian freezing the game is the lore event ever. Watcher powers are real but also he's clearly fighting back against their agenda more this season (once again such angst potential here RE: Grian knowing the wildcards ahead of time)

Ren digging all those holes looking for their horse is literally the definition of insanity and it's hilarious

Martyn and Etho interacting is always interesting both because the anime skin boys are hanging out together and because they have literally opposite playstyles. Martyn is crazy reckless and Etho is soo careful.

WHY DO REN AND MARTYN HAVE A DOUBLE BED

I really want to know all the snail names, since not everybody died this ep

I love that we're kind of going back to "suggestions" again, what with Tango killing Skizz and Martyn making snails invisible just for kicks. It feels like 3L and it's so fun.

I was so excited for Bdubs angst hour only for him to change his mind and not feel bad about anything after all

Etho's monologue 😂. The reason the go for you early is because they see you as a threat, not because they think you're not tough OMG.

Etho don't die to a creeper in the life series challenge impossible

Watching PICS build a base was actually so refreshing. I love the snail gimmick very much but it was nice to watch a POV where they were actually doing some classic life series stuff

Scott predicting violence for the next ep is...concerning lol. I don't know what he's seeing that I'm not, but outside of wild card stuff it doesn't really feel like we're at that point just yet

Actually I wouldn't put it past Tango to go wild. I'm just not sure the other Tuff Guys will follow him

I will be quoting "He's coming and he has only violence in his heart" from now on thank you Scott

Joel saying they have no enemies is so funny. The reason you don't have any enemies is cause everyone is too scared to cross you 😂.

Gem being excited about her snail while everyone else panics is iconic I love her

Joel giving Skizz a PVP lesson is so funny because Skizz *can* PVP from what I recall (I haven't seen a lot of Skizz so I could be wrong here)

Jimmy blowing up the car in front of Joel, Gem and Etho is the definition of "history doesn't repeat itself, it rhymes"

Lizzie I love you but you need to turn down something on your texture pack because everything is so bright

Bdubs manufacturing Tuff Guy behavior killed me. All of the Tuff Guys are such wet cats I love them <3

I've never watched Empires, but the bit where Jimmy gets blown up by a creeper has such powerful older sister/younger brother energy that I think I might have to headcanon them as siblings now

Scar and Lizzie being in the caves for the introduction of the snails and trying to figure out what's going on feels like a horror movie premise. People mysteriously dying to snail related stuff, and then a mob that's not in the game shows up and looks similar to the other person you're with and is following you around...

Team Bam/The Bamboozlers are as chaotic and struggling as hard as I expected. I don't actually want Lizzie to loose her teammates because I want everybody in until the last session, but it would be really funny if she did.

#mine #wild life smp #wild life smp spoilers #grian #martyn inthelittlewood #ethoslab #joel smallishbeans #lizzie ldshadowlady #scott smajor #watcher lore #i feel like i both wrote too much and not enough here but have my wl thoughts before the next eps drop tomorrow lol

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bellewintersroe · 1 year ago

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Sebastian Vettel x RBDesignEngineer Reader.

Set in 2013 during the GP, Jennifer is fresh out of uni and has made a name for herself within the F1 world. She joins Redbull-Renault as one of their engineer designers and easily fits into the team, forming friendships easily. Most of all, she captures the attention of three time world champion, Sebastian Vettel.

Part 2 - here the LINK to part 1. Warning: Jen’s bf is a controlling, toxic ASSHOLE, so mentions of abuse that may be triggering to some. Bf is a dick bcs the angst is fun to write- Seb takes an instant dislike to her bf because he just has a good eye for evil people 😈 let’s just say Sebastian slays her bday whilst her bf… is a flop.

Australia, Albert Park, March 17th. “-And I told them, you gotta look out for Sebastian’s tires, but nobody wanted to listen to me!” I explained, leaning over to speak directly into the drivers ear over the loud club music. Our first race in Australian with the RB9 went relatively good apart from a good teething issues. Teething issues that I did point out but the mechanics were happy with the tires that brought Sebastian down from pole to 3rd- still not a bad result.

“Next time, I am listening to you.” Seb slipped an arm over the back of the booth, behind me, the comment and smile he flashed me sending a rush of warmth through my chest. With Dutch courage I was able to chatter freely to Sebastian. “Well, I’m not really a mechanic.” I shrugged. “Hm?” He leaned in a little closer. My breath hitched, scanning over his face as the tipsy man leant against me slightly. “I just said, I’m not really a mechanic…” I gently spoke, eyes falling to the small gap between us. Feeling a little tense, my eyes roamed around the room, suddenly catching a glimpse of a tall, dark haired man ahead of me. The warmth that once spread through my chest was ignited into an uncomfortably hot fire. It raged deep inside of me, the sensations of panic, guilt, comfort all hitting me at once. It was my boyfriend. All the way from England. An odd sickness knocked me still, and it wasn’t from the alcohol. “Luke!” I borderline choked out, feeling Sebastian pull back slightly, eyeing up the figure with an awkwardly dirty expression. I cringed instantaneously.

“Who is that?” Sebastian questioned jusf as I was pushing myself out of the booth. “My boyfriend.” I was just as shocked, if not more than everybody else seemed to be. It wasn’t that I acted single around here, I just never told anybody about Luke, my anxieties and uncomfortable sensation that surrounded the topic was no exception in the current moment. “Hi!” I breathlessly walked over, halting in front of him. “What’re you not gonna give me a kiss? C’mere.” He pulled me, as I tripped forwards, feeling his lips on mine. The sensation felt foreign, it had been over 2 weeks since I’d last seen him, I hoped with the distance came separation- but Luke was insistent that if I took this job he would follow me. Yes- follow me.

“Oh, you’ve still got that shit on your lips.” He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as I stared at him, forcing a smile. It was weird, I felt nothing, nothing but a slight fear seeing the bottle of alcohol clutching in his left hand. I already had the breakup rehearsed so perfectly in my mind, ready for my next venture home. The same breakup I’d attempted four times over in a mere six months out of the eighteen we had spent together. “Sorry.” I awkwardly spoke, not loud enough so he could hear me. When he turned to the rest of my friends sat around I felt a pang in my chest knowing what he was expecting.

“This is Luke, um, here’s Christian- you know Christian, Molly, James, oh there’s Manny, that there is Sebastian-”

“Yeah, I know who Sebastian is, hun.” Luke nudged me off as a joke as I now sat across from where I previously was, unable to meet anybody’s eye. “Oh, you never mentioned a boyfriend, Jen!!” James exclaimed. “Oh, you didn’t?” There came that passive aggressive laugh from Luke’s clenched jaw. I mentally swore as James’ word. I knew he didn’t mean it to sound so bad, but I just knew there’d be an argument later that night. Across from me, I watched Sebastian’s eyes narrow towards the man before he seemed to shake it off and sip from his own drink. It was only a brief glance, sparingly looking at Luke. Maybe I was just being dramatic, but he didn’t seem too happy. And when he looked at me, he just looked purely confused. That’s pretty how much it went for the rest of the evening, Luke’s anger was becoming more and more noticeable until we got inside the hotel room. To our left, was Sebastian, and to our right was a poor Hannah, RedBull’s Senior Strategy Engineer.

I was silent when the bedroom door closed, Luke stumbled straight to the hallway, spinning around to me and spitting when the door was shut. “Yeah now you’re being so quiet, hardly happy to see me after three weeks, are you?” “I was just shocked.” I stumbled, placing my bag on the side. “It’s your birthday next week, why wouldn’t I be here?!” He snapped. “I said I was just shocked, that’s all.” I repeated, reaching over for my makeup wipes. “Don’t bother wearing all that shit on your lips next time, looks stupid anyway.”

“Luke!” I exclaimed in shock as he blew me off, stripping off his shirt and dropping himself into bed. “You and I both know why you’re wearing it.”

“Because I like it.” I defended, harshly ripping an wipe out of the packet. “I don’t… I know the other men do though.”

“Oh my god, don’t start this…” I felt borderline defeated already, standing like a lemon as I wanted to plead with the drunk to shut up. “Yeah, oh my god!” He shot back up out of bed, still jean classed. “You never fucking said how many men you were working with, now you’re dressing like this, acting like this! You don’t even tell them you have a fucking boyfriend!”

“Please be quiet, everybody’s next door-” “You think I give a fuck who’s next door?!” He hissed back as I sighed, hurrying to make my way to the bathroom. I locked myself in, feeling and hearing him slam on the door in response. I could hear the heaviness of his angered breathing from the other side of the wood. I hated when he got this intense and riled up, it struck a fear inside me then I figured it was just better to shut up rather than ignite his anger further.

“You’re the only one who gives a fuck, Jennifer! Nobody else! None of these people give a shit about you either! What, after three months you think they want to be friends with you?!” I felt complete and utter humiliation as he yelled away, I knew these hotel rooms weren’t soundproof, the thought of everybody knowing we were having a domestic after one night felt humiliating and damaging- never mind his words that hit a sensitive part deep inside of me. “A world champion, F1, fucking celebrity, wanting to be friends with you. You’re fucking kidding me, Jennifer. Get a fucking life!” That night I slept in the bathroom. It sounded absolutely pathetic, I know it was, but it was the reality of being with Luke. It’s like now he was back I felt this odd attachment to him, like without him I’d be lonely and he was my crutch to this whole world. Pathetic, again. I knew, but I couldn’t control it. I missed the separation I once had from him, and when my birthday rolled around the week after he was still there, this time, in a different country, Malaysia.

“Happy birthday! Happy, happy birthday, why didn’t you say it was your birthday?!” An all so familiar voice walked in through to where I was seated in front of my computers, I audibly gasped, feeling arms wrap around my front. It was Sebastian. “Oh!” My hands flew up to the warmth of his skin, his hands gentle as he gave me a light squeeze into his chest.

“I- thank you!” I laughed, feeling him glance over my side to give me the most adoring smile. “23?” “22. I accidentally told the camera guy the other day I was already 22.” I winced as he laughed, arm sliding off me. “No need to keep your birthday a secret though?!” Seb stood up straighter as I pushed my head phones off, gazing up to him with that fluttering feeling lingering in my chest. “I know… how did you know it was my birthday?”

“I know everything. You’ll be here until 4, right?” “5 tonight.” “Perfect.” “Why?” “Just perfect.” god knows what he meant, he was back and fourth all day, working out, chatting, checking out his car, tyres, eating, chatting some more, getting back to work and meetings. Eventually I’d wondered if nothing was to come at all from our brief conversation, it wasn’t like I expected anything, but I was just confused.

“Your boyfriend treat you to anything nice?” Hannah perked a brow, offering me an oddly knowing look. I knew she’d heard our argument back in Australia, I could tell by the way she’d look at me the next morning, ask if I was okay- I didn’t continue any further discussion about it with her.

“Yeah!” I took a deep inhale, pushing one headphone off. “Yeah.” I responded again, gathering my thoughts. Correction- lies. “What’s he got?” She responded as I awkwardly laughed, letting out a gentle exhale through my nose.

“He’s not given me it yet.” I defended, biting down on my lip and returning my attention back to my computer. My teeth were gritted together and my leg began to bounce uncomfortably from under the desk.

“He’s not got you anything has he?” She honestly spoke as I cleared my throat. “No.” The urge to get upset was creeping up on me.

“What? Did you say your boyfriends got you nothing?” This time, an Australian accent approached, Mark Webber was there, brows furrowed. “Ah- not yet.” I forced a laugh. “Well it’s a good thing we’re all-”

“Happy birthday to you…” Oh my god… “Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Jeeeeeen, happy birthday to you!” I gasped in complete and utter ecstasy seeing everybody gathering, singing happy birthday. At either side of the cake stood Christian and Sebastian (of course) with a huge 22 in pink fondant spread across the cake. My heart swelled and lips immediately lifted, I almost felt tears fill my eyes as I perched on the edge of my seat, blowing out the 22 candles lit across the cake. Nobody had ever done anything like that for me before, ever… and the mastermind behind it all?? Sebastian Vettel.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, for today!” I practically threw my arms around the German man. He audibly giggled into my embrace, leaning down to kiss my cheek as I laughed, slightly tipsy from the few glasses of champagne I’d been fed. Christian told me to ‘fuck off work’ and the lot of them all enjoyed a few drinks with me. “You deserve a good birthday, everybody does, no?”

“I know but… I just didn’t expect it today, I appreciate it, thank you.”

“I would’ve gotten you a present if I knew sooner, but… hopefully your boyfriend treats you with something good.” He honestly spoke as I felt my heart pang. A sad kinda laugh escaped my lips as Sebastian cocked his head to the side with a confused expression.

“What’s funny?” “Nothing, really, just… I don’t think anything can top all that today, thank you again.” I smiled as he nodded back to me, lips stretched. He reached out, rubbing my upper back before we headed back to our rooms.

“Oh and Jen?” “Yeah?” “If he shouts at you on your birthday, I’ll come barging in…”

#Sebastian Vettel #Sebastian Vettel x reader #Sebastian Vettel x you #Sebastian Vettel x OC

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kilistina · 2 years ago

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hiii just wanted to say i love ur posts so much. ur so good at writing pls never stop😫 i just finished reading punk 57 and the whole “tell me something true” line has me in a CHOKEHOLD. pls pls pls write about assholery being cold and distant with y/n out of nowhere even though they’re friends. can the reader be fem and have bunny as a nickname too? it’s been on my miiind and i just know you’ll write it to perfection <33

i fucking ADORE this suggestion sm. whoever you are, message me pls bc i wanna rack your brain for more lmao

lmk if you wanna be tagged in part 2 when—if—it comes out <3 i hope y’all enjoy this part though bc it’s truly one of my favourites so far.

i recommend listening to these two songs while reading: wet dream - wetleg, desire - meg myers

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dirty dancing. pt1

word count: 4.4k-ish

disc. nsfw content ahead. mdni. brief coke mention—in passing, includes fem! reader n harry styles, bold ass language, kinda slow burn but not really, some sexy dancing ig n aaaangst. enjoy my whores <3

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Things have been weird with Harry for a while now. You’re not exactly sure how or why the rift even started, but it did. And it’s only been getting worse.

You’ve been friends for what—two years now? Never too close, but close enough to be able to communicate about any issues you’ve had with each other. You and Harry don’t really argue, he’s not the confrontational type. Not with you, anyway. And not when he’s sober.

You aren’t the biggest fan of confrontation either. When things get too heated or overwhelming, you cry. It embarrasses you—being unable to handle your emotions. You know that you’re only human, and you’d never judge someone else for crying in the middle of an argument, but because it’s you, because you know yourself so well, you judge yourself over it. Weird pattern, but hey, it’s real.

Right now, you’re out at a bar with your friends—the same group you’ve been hanging around since high school. Mitch and Sarah have been highschool sweethearts for as long as you can remember, they’re like the parents of the group. The cool parents. The parents everyone secretly wishes they could have. Niall and Lewis are attached at the hip, too—platonically. Been best friends since the day they met.

You’re the closest with Niall since you’ve been living with him through college, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You have other girlfriends but they’re not as close to you as Niall and Sarah are. Sarah’s like a diamond you’ve always loved. They all are. They’ve always been by your side when you needed them—Harry included. You got lucky, sure. Not everybody has the luxury of picking the good ones before college and life gets in the way.

The bar is slowly coming to life. People who came for a meal are leaving, and people in the mood for a night of drinking and dancing are all piling in. You’re excited. It’s been way too long since you’ve let loose. You’ve been too stumped with work and college lately, you’ve barely had any time to breathe without someone breathing right there with you. And of course, you enjoy the company of others. But when you have to be sober for it all? Eh.

Harry’s similar to you in that sense. He loves socialising. Absolutely adores it. He’s an extrovert. But after weeks of constant company, he gets burnt out. The only thing that helps toughen the blow is alcohol. Or coke, but he’s stopped that for a while now.

You prop your elbows up on the edge of the bar and lean against it, looking around for the bartender. He has his back to you, mixing someone else’s drink. You clear your throat and he turns his head to the side, catching sight of you and nodding his head to let you know he’ll be a moment. You nod back and wait, turning to face your friends.

“Anyone wanna shot with me?” You arch a brow at your five friends, and they all smirk and nod their heads. Harry included. “We all good for a vodka?”

Everyone nods a second time in response, and you turn back to face the bartender.

“What can I do for you, gorgeous?” He shoots you a warm smile.

“Five shots of vodka, please.” You smile back at him and he nods.

“Straight?”

“No, gay,” You murmur a witty reply and he laughs, beginning to fill five shot glasses for you. You swear you can hear Harry coughing back a laugh from behind you too, but you don’t pay him any attention.

You double tap your phone’s off switch, activating the apple pay, and you hold it up to pay for your drinks.

“No need, beautiful,” The bartender holds his hand up, “This round’s on me.”

You shrug, exhaling dramatically, “I won’t try and convince you to let me pay.”

“I wouldn’t let you try.” The attractive bartender plays along, smirking at you.

You mouth a quick thank you to him and he gives you one final wink before turning his attention to the small group of girls next to you, catering to them now. You grab the shot glasses off the counter and hand them out to everyone, and you all hold them up and clink them together before downing them in seconds.

“Fuck,” Sarah sticks her tongue out as if that’s going to help the taste in her mouth, “Never gets easier does it?”

“Doesn’t need to,” Niall grins proudly, setting his shot glass down on the counter, “You’re just weak.”

“Yeah we fuckin’ get it, you’re an Irish heavyweight. We should all bow down at your feet, you’re a king and we’re peasants who can’t handle a measly shot.” Lewis rolls his eyes and pretends to worship him.

Niall frowns in confusion, “Who you calling a heavyweight?”

Harry snorts at the two men bickering. They’re like two peas in a pod, and typically, people who are so close tend to argue every now and then.

The group has that dynamic. Sarah and Mitch, Niall and Lewis, you and Harry? You’re not sure if you and Harry count. You’re not as close as the others. You wouldn’t call him a best friend. A friend, yes. A good friend? That’s pushing it, but still, yes. A best friend? No.

It’s not that you wouldn’t like to be closer. You’ve just never really been given the chance. Harry’s always kept a safe distance from you. You’ve hardly ever spent time alone, always speaking and engaging with each other the most when others are around to witness it. Sure, a part of you wishes that Harry would pay you more attention, but the other part of you doesn’t think he deserves it. If he wanted to, he would, right?

“And aren’t you Irish too?” Niall questions Lewis, continuing on with their unserious bickering.

“Yeah like a third,” Lewis shrugs, “From my dad’s side, but you already knew th—stop deflecting. Y/N, tell him to stop deflecting from how much of a cock he is.” He points towards you and tries to get you involved.

You giggle and shrug your shoulders, “You are a bit of a cock sometimes, Ni.”

“Both of you can suck me, honestly. I’m fuckin’ great.” Niall flicks his hair dramatically and you and Lewis snicker.

“I’m with Niall,” Harry lightly nudges Niall’s chest with his elbow, joining in on the joke, “Both of you can suck him.”

“You fucking weirdos,” Mitch shakes his head at the lot of you, not surprised in the slightest by your antics, “Miss Jones and I are gonna go dance, you lot can either keep bickering or come join us. Choice is yours.”

With that, they both head for the dance floor together, holding their hands in the air and laughing.

“I’m joining those twats,” Lewis gestures to them, looking at the rest of you, “You three game?”

Niall nods, “Course. Harry, Y/N?”

“I’ll be there in a bit,” You nod towards the bar, “I feel like some more drinks.”

Everyone’s attention shifts to Harry. He clears his throat as he thinks for a moment, “Yeah, me too. Be there in a bit.”

Lewis and Niall both nod at Harry and beeline for the dance floor, already beginning to bicker again on the way. You giggle at the sight of them and shake your head, turning to face the bar again. Harry joins you, standing by your side. Neither of you look at each other, you keep your eyes in front of you at the neat array of liquor set along the counter.

“Nice night, don’t you think?” You break the awkward silence threatening to form between the two of you.

You catch sight of Harry nodding his head, “Always a nice night with this lot.”

Dry as fuck. You might not be close with Harry, but you aren’t stupid. You know the way he speaks to people, you’ve seen it. Harry could have an hour long conversation with a tree. But with you, it seems like a fucking chore.

You want to scoff. You want to scoff at how fucking childish Harry’s acting with you. Why can’t he look at you or have a normal conversation with you?

You sigh, not wanting to overreact over such a minor reply and ruin the night for yourself. Although Harry seems to be doing a decent job of that himself.

“Can’t argue with that.” You murmur.

“Mhm.” Harry murmurs and you wait a beat for him to say something else, anything else.

He doesn’t.

That’s it.

“I feel like I don’t know you.” Your words spill out before you can stop them.

Harry’s taken by surprise. He turns to face you. Now he’s looking, at least. “Sorry?”

“I feel like I don’t know you.” You sigh, repeating yourself.

“What is there to know?” He furrows his eyebrows at you, gesturing to the bartender that he wants a glass of something.

“You tell me, Harry Styles.”

He sighs, running a hand through his curly hair, “Y/N, what are you trying to get at here?”

You shrug, “I dunno, I feel like I click with everyone else. I’ve got a connection with everyone, H. Everyone but you.” Your words come out harsher than you intended. You’d feel a little guilty if they weren’t true. But they are.

“That was unnecessary.” Harry murmurs so quietly that you almost don’t hear him.

“You asked me a question and I answered it.” You stand your ground, sick of Harry’s half-assed efforts to conversing with you. You’re a catch, your friendship is amazing, and you’re great to talk to. What the hell is Harry’s problem?

He laughs, scoffing at you in disbelief, “Fuck, you’re such a bitch sometimes.”

You almost choke on your own saliva, “Excuse me?”

“You fuckin’ heard me, Y/N. I called you a bitch. Because that’s what you are half the time when shit doesn’t go your way.” Harry doesn’t know where this is all coming from, but it’s coming.

He doesn’t mean it, obviously. He’d never mean that. He doesn’t think you’re a bitch. Again, never. But he’s angry. He’s angry and you’re angry and you’re both speaking without thinking it through properly and you’re both making an absolute mess of the situation and each other—

“What the fuck?” You stare at Harry in shock, your eyes wide with disgust.

He’s confused by your offended reaction, “What, are you surprised or something? Come on, Bunny. You know better than that.”

“You don’t have to be such an ass,” You scold him, “We used to get along. We used to be closer. We’ve never been as close as the others but at least we used to speak. At least I was able to walk into a room knowing you were there and look forward to it.”

His face relaxes at your words. He knows you mean well. You’ve both been hotheaded for a moment but now you seem to be calming down. You’re bringing your point across well and he can’t fault you for it.

“But what now? What fuckin’ now, H? You never speak to me when we’re alone, and then when you finally do, it’s this. It’s an attack on my character. Does this shit get you off or something?”

Never mind.

Harry scoffs at your sudden change in tone, feeling agitated again, “Fuck you.”

You slam your hand on the counter, “Fuck you, Harry!”

He glares at you as you continue scolding him, “What the hell are we even doing here? Go spend time with your actual friends.”

“Hey, wait a second. What?” He leans his head to the side in confusion, not knowing what you mean, “We’ve known each other for years, Bunny.”

“I don’t know a single thing about you.” You point out, making him roll his eyes. “Don’t roll your—“

“Where’s my favourite place to eat?” Harry cuts you off with a question. A question that you know the answer to.

 “That’s not—”

“Where do I go when I’m upset?” Again, another question you can answer.

“Harry—”

“How did I get the scar on my chin?” That’s a special question. You gave it to him the day you met.

You sigh, knowing where he’s going with this. He’s not understanding what you’re trying to tell him and it infuriates you.

You tap the tips of your fingers on the countertop, feeling anxious, “That’s not what I—”

“You do know me, Y/N. we don’t need to speak every two seconds or braid each other’s hair to know each other well.”

Your eyes begin to prick with tears. That isn’t what you meant and he knows that.

“That’s not what I meant.” You lower your voice as it threatens to crack.

“Then what did you mean, Bunny?” He crosses his arms and stares at you, waiting on an explanation.

You groan, throwing your head in your hands.

The truth is, you can explain. You can explain everything you’re feeling well. But is that going to get you anywhere right now? Maybe. Maybe not. You have a better idea.

“Do you consider me a friend?”

Harry’s face drops. You can tell that he’s upset and borderline offended that you’re even asking that question.

Of course you’re friends. You’ve been friends for years. He adores you. Why can’t you see that he adores you?

“Bunny..” He takes a step towards you, and you take one back.

“Do you?” You insist on getting a solid answer.

“Of course I consider you a fr—”

“Don’t lie.” You cross your arms over your chest.

“I’m not—”

“Tell me something real, Harry. Please. God, please just tell me something that isn’t base level for once,” You beg, “Tell me something true.”

He raises his eyebrows slightly. He’s taken back. He wasn’t expecting that from you at all.

He stays silent.

“You can’t, can you?” You scoff at him, not knowing why you expected anything to come from this conversation. You should’ve known better than to be hopeful about how things were going to go with Harry..because it’s Harry, “I don’t know why I thought you’d—“

“I still smoke cigarettes.” Harry cuts you off, blurting out an admission. He tenses his jaw in realisation—he’s just as shocked as you are.

Oh.

Your eyes widen at his confesion. Harry’s been gloating to everyone about how he so easily quit smoking three months ago. You’re all so proud of him, considering how difficult it is to quit something cold turkey the way he did. The rest of you haven’t been able to shake the bad habit. Apparently, neither has he.

“You do?” You question.

He nods, “Less. But I do.”

“Why?”

He almost smiles at your question, “Why do I smoke?”

“Why did you lie about it?”

He sighs, looking down as he answers you, “Everyone’s got something, right? Sarah and Mitch have their relationship, Niall has his singing, Lewis has his stand-up every Friday, you have your double degree. I just wanted something that everyone could be proud of. Felt like something small like that would’ve been manageable to keep hidden from everyone.”

You frown, “Harry..”

“No,” He shakes his head, refusing to let you feel sorry for him, “No. Seriously, no. We’re not about to do pity. That’s not what we do with each other.”

“Okay,” You clear your throat and agree to let it go, grabbing a now filled shot glass and handing it over to him, “Drink?”

He smirks at you, silently thanking you as he reaches forward and takes the shot glass from you.

“Sorry for calling you a bitch.” He murmurs, offering you a small, sincere smile.

You give him one back, “Sorry for being one.”

His small smile turns into a grin.

“To the truth.” You hold your glass up to cheers his with.

“To the fuckin’ truth.”

You both down your shots and tap them down on the counter to gesture for the bartender to refill them. He complies and neither of you waste a second to down the next ones. Over and over, shot after shot, you continue to drink until you’re buzzed.

You’re both good at handling your liquor, and you know how much you can take. By the time you’re done with your shots, you’re over the moon. Buzzed and aware. Aware of what you feel, aware of where you are, aware of who you’re with. Aware.

Harry leans down, his face dangerously close to yours. He’s never been this close, you don’t think. You’ve never seen his face so clearly, you’ve never seen his chest tattoos so well, his necklace dangling, his—

“Should we go dance with the others now, you think?” He speaks into your ear and you feel your stomach beginning to erupt with nerves.

“Yeah,” You inhale sharply, nodding, “Sure.”

Harry grabs your hand and leads you through the crowd, keeping a hold of you even when you reach where your friends are. The contact is strange but you welcome it, liking the new barrier that’s being broken between the two of you.

Over the years, you’ve noticed how touchy he can get when he’s under the influence, so you have an idea of what you’re getting into. You like being on the receiving end for once. You could get used to this side of Harry. You like being his friend. His real friend.

Once you get to where the others are, you quickly gauge what they’re all doing. Mitch and Sarah are in their own little world as usual, dancing together as if it’s their wedding night. Niall’s dancing with a random girl he’s probably going home with later tonight and Lewis is making a fool of himself in the middle of them. Ah, friendship. You love to see it.

“Nice song, yeah?” Harry leans over to your ear, speaking over the music. The song playing is one of your all time favourites—Wet Dream by WetLeg.

Anyone who knows you, knows the way you feel about this song. It’s become tradition to play it everytime you carpool. A fine tradition, you think.

“Oh, the best.” You start bopping your head to the beat of the song, singing along with the lyrics you know and love.

“I was in your wet dream driving in my caaar, saw you at the side of the road, there’s no one else around you’re touching yourself, touching yourself—“ You start yelling out the words along with everyone else on the dance floor, shaking your head side to side and dramatising every word. Harry watches you and smirks, letting you have your moment.

“You said—“

You’re about to keep singing the next part when he beats you to it, “Baby do you want to come home with me? I got Buffalo ‘66 on dvd!”

You let out a surprised laugh at the fact that Harry even knows the words to the song, loving that you’re seeing this side to him. You’d never expect to have something as simple as loving a song like this in common, but here you are.

Beam me up—beam me up!

Count me in—count me in!

Three, two, one—three, two, one!

Let's begin!

The song continues and you realise that you’ve both been staring at each other for a good ten seconds in silence, just taking in the sight of each other. Harry really is beautiful. The way his hair hangs perfectly below his shoulders. The way his dimples show at the smallest hint of a smile. The way his eyes burn into yours. You never want to see anything else. Just him. Just Harry.

“I was in your wet dream, driving in my caaaar!” Harry’s voice breaks you out of your daydream, and you laugh as he grabs your hands, dancing with you to the beat of the song.

“What makes you think you're good enough to think about me when you're touching yourself?” You continue the song and he pretends to be shocked, acting out the song with you.

“You climb onto the bonnet and you’re licking the windscreen! I’ve never seen anything so obscene!” You both sing the next part together, leaning in close to each other’s faces and practically screaming with the biggest smiles on your faces, “It’s enough! To make a girl blush! It’s enough! It’s enough to make a girl blush!”

The rest of the song plays and you both continue to scream out every word, making the most of the moment you’re having and hoping it never ends. Neither of you are sure what’s going on but neither of you are complaining. You’re both witnessing a new side to each other and you’re enjoying it. Perhaps you were made to be best friends like the others. Maybe it was meant to happen like this.

The song eventually comes to an end and you both let out a deep sigh, catching your breath for a moment as another random song plays.

Harry looks down at you with parted lips, “Nice singing, Bunny.”

“Could say the same to you, H.” You smile and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. The move is natural and you don’t put too much thought into it. Neither does Harry.

His hands find their way to your waist and you both sway in time with the music, singing the lyrics into each other’s faces and having the time of your lives.

“I haven’t had sex in 5 months!” His voice is just loud enough for you to hear over the music.

Your eyebrows furrow, “What?”

He leans closer to your face, “I said—I said I haven’t had—”

“No I—I heard you H,” You chuckle, “I’m just a little—”

“Surprised? Yeah me too.” He grins at you, suddenly seeming to be completely comfortable with you in a way you never expected, “I stole that chocolate bar from you last week by the way, it wasn’t Niall.”

You laugh for a moment at his strange confessions until you process what he just told you, “Wait that was you?”

 “Loud ‘n proud, bunny.” He grins proudly.

“You—you fucker!” You gasp, playfully hitting his chest with one of your hands, keeping the other where it was around his neck.

 He chuckles, playing along, “Did you forget what I just—”

“Shut up!”

You both laugh, continuing to move your bodies together.

“What about you? Tell me something true.”

You purse your lips together, trying to come up with something to tell Harry. There’s a million things you could tell him, but you want to catch him off guard. You want to see an honest, raw reaction from him.

“I think you’re really pretty.” You finally say, shrugging your shoulders.

Harry raises his eyebrows at you, unsure if you’re being serious. “Pretty?”

You nod.

He tilts his head for a moment, “Weird choice of words.”

“I don’t think so,” You smile at him, “You’re a pretty boy.”

He smiles back, “You’re a pretty bunny.”

“We’re pretty.”

“We are.”

You both smile at each other and share a brief moment. A moment of what—you’re not sure. Two friends being supportive of each other? Two friends suddenly becoming closer and making the most of it? Two friends two friends two friends—

The next song begins playing and your heart begins to pace more. Desire, Meg Myers.

The two of you exchange a look, knowing that you won’t move together to this song the same way you have been for the others.

You know that you won’t be singing along with this one. You’d rather feel it. Feel Harry.

You move your hands away from around Harry’s neck, and he keeps his on your waist, holding you close. You move your hands down and place them over his, feeling electric all of a sudden.

Baby, I wanna fuck you

I wanna feel you in my bones

The song is loud and the coloured lights are flashing red. The atmosphere has changed—not only in the bar and on the dance floor, but between you and Harry. The way he’s looking at you is different. The way you’re looking at him is different. The way he’s touching you is different. The way you’re touching him is different.

I’m gonna tear into your soul

You begin to sway your hips to the beat of the song, holding your eyes over Harry’s. Neither of you dare to look away. You wouldn’t dream of it.

How do you want me?

You begin to turn your body in time with the music, turning your back to Harry. He leans his head down, resting his head on your shoulder and keeping his hands by your waist as you continue to move against each other. You feel a surge of confidence—you’re not sure if it’s the song, if it’s the alcohol, if it’s Harry’s random confessions, if it’s the feelings you’ve been suppressing from him for years—but it’s here. It’s here and you’re about to make the most of it.

Yeah I gotta hurt you, I gotta hear it from your mouth

Boy, I wanna taste you, I wanna skin you with my tongue

I’m gonna kill you

You lean your ass back, moving it against Harry’s crotch. He sucks in a breath, and the only way you know it is because you feel his teeth graze the skin of your bare shoulder. Your eyes close at the feeling and you grow bolder, moving the same way a second time.

He tightens his grip on your waist. You can feel the bulge of his cock against your ass and you can only imagine how much it’s straining against the band of his jenas. You almost pity him. Almost.

I wanna feel you

I want it all

I wanna feel you

I want it all

You continue moving against Harry, enjoying his little reactions to your touch. To the way you feel. He begins trailing kisses down your neck, applying pressure and sucking on your skin. You still. You can’t focus on anything but the way his lips feel against you.

What’s going on between you both? What the fuck is happening? Why the fuck has it taken so long? Why couldn’t it happen sooner?

So many questions.

“Bunny,” Harry groans against your shoulder, placing one last kiss to your neck before moving his mouth to your ear, “Tell me something true.”

You know exactly what you want to say. Again, there’s so much you want to tell him. You want to tell him how good he feels against you, how much you love the way he moves his body against yours. You want to tell him that you feel the connection now. You want to tell him that you know he can feel it too. There’s so much to say, but you settle for the most simple thing. The most important one.

“I want you.”

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aaahhhh!!! i’m sososo proud of this one. idk why but this shot has a special place in my heart. the smut will be included in the second part. and believe me, it’s gonna be SMUT. i’m such a whore for angst n this friendship trope is just chef’s kiss.

anyway enough chat. i hope y'all enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it <3 if you liked what you read then please reblog n comment. feel free to suggest ideas for new posts too.

have a good day or night wherever you are n stay safe, always <3

- k

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eleancrvances · 9 days ago

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more les mis arena tour notes because yes, i went again. and i was close enough to notice an annoying amount of details, ignore me

killian sounded much healthier this time around and i loove him

also, this theater had a portion extending across the pit and into the audience which they used some times. killian sang the entirety of bring him home from there, just a few meters from me

because of this, bradley was also able to come forward and kneel at the end of stars

AND at the end of the suicide. i'm glad i got to see him so closely at that moment, he was really broken down, tears on his face and all

AND james went up there to die at the end of the final battle :))))))))))

when madeleine asked if javert is sure he's not vaijean, bradley looked so offended it made me chuckle. "how dare you imply i wouldn't know jean valjean anywhere." and then he didn't

i really love how gavin doesn't sing "i'm a con, just like you" but instead says it very matter-of-factly. an underrated line imo. of course thenardier and valjean are nothing alike, but in the eyes of the law they're exactly the same, and that's the whole problem isn't it

channah sounded much more tired than last week, understandably so since she truly gave her all every time i saw her, but she was still Acting

i noticed she looked genuinely hopeful when javert entered during fantine's arrest, as if she believed he really would listen and help her. her face dropped when he called bamatabois a "good man"

towards the end of lovely ladies she stared ahead for most of the time, so when she finally turned around and realized the man holding his hand out to her was the foreman she gasped, and it hurt

when valjean asked to kill javert, bradley didn't look surprised in the least, he simply looked down and smiled

this time, at the end of we meet again, bradley didn't lunge at valjean but simply slowly walked towards him until killian put the hand holding the knife on his chest and quietly told him "hey. go"

...which tied in nicely with how he entered during the sewers, he usually runs in and looks shocked to recognize valjean, but this time he walked in with his eyes already on him and killian had to lift his hands to halt him when he saw him

enjolras fixed gavroche's little hat during one day more :')

i still don't much like beatrice's cosette tbh, but she does have a very sweet voice, and unfortunately this staging doesn't leave her much room to grow the character

jac was on this time and i'm glad i saw him, his marius is quite sassy, but loving, towards cosette obv but he also looked so genuinely fond of eponine. my boy was properly sobbing during a little fall of rain

after the scream in rue plumet, when everybody was running away, nathania bit montparnasse. and even though he threatened her, thenardier jumped and ran away the moment she stepped towards him. she's scary and i love her

adam robert lewis was having the time of his life doing the background choreography of beggars at the feast, bless him

also, not show related but when i left the theater i walked next the window of a restaurant and saw raymond walsh and jeremy secomb grabbing dinner. i didn't want to disturb them so i quickly waved and mouthed a thank you through the glass, and they did a little bow :)

also a cute thing i want to remember: there was a little girl (about 6 years old) sitting in front of me, who enjoyed the show and sobbed when the students died. while leaving her mom called her and i realised she has my same name :)

#gaia's life #les mis #les mis arena tour #by me #les miserables

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stonemags · 1 year ago

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stonemags

SUGAR BABY AU

Ch.7 Fend off

Characters in this series: Reader, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Carol Danvers, Darcy Lewis, Maria Hill, Kate Bishop, Pepper Potts, Valkyrie, Shuri

Summary: You are trying to be a good friend, helping people that are closest to you to let go of their past. They take priority and even if you get hurt during the process, you need to keep them protected. Who will protect you? Will you let them?

Warnings: age gap relationships, sugar mommy/sugar baby relationships, swearing, fighting, blood, being hurt, arguments, mensplaning, all story is gonna be +18, you are responsible for your own ass.

Word count: 6913

A/N: This chapter is the last one before a longer break, im not sure when i will post next one, but it will come. Thank you to all for the support it wouldn't be the same without you. I hope you will enjoy this chapter.

Previous chapter

You just woke up, but you can already feel the tension in your shoulders. It was a hard week for you, work, school even Wanda and Nat made days difficult for you. Everybody expects something from you, deadlines are not being kind, and everything is piling up in the exhausting hill of responsibilities. You feel yourself sinking recently and if it wasn't for your whole future at the line, you would probably stay in bed for the next two weeks. Recently even thoughts about your future were too heavy, usually working as a motivator, now they are making you feel like you're at a gunpoint.

You didn't have to wake up with the sun today, after working till three am at the bar you needed that rest and thankfully everybody made sure not to bother you. You get up from the bed and immediately make it, so you can start your day not feeling guilty about having a mess around you or not being productive. It doesn't happen often but you actually plan on resting today. You put some music on and after meditating and giving offerings you hear a light knock at your door.

“Hey.” Darcy stands in a doorway, two coffees in her hands. She always looks out for you, even in those small ways, and to be honest you do feel special. She would never do coffee for Maria or Kate.

“Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah, everythings okay.” She sits down on your bed, and sets the coffee on the side table. You decide that freaking out about the stains right now is not a good idea. You will deal with it later. To your surprise Darcy is ahead of you and she gets up and grabs coasters and your meds, she hands them to you with your coffee.

“Thanks.” She nods and sits down at the previous spot.

“Do you want to talk about your date?” You don't, you know she cares and that's where it's coming from, there is still anger lingering at the back of your head, that she set you up like this.

“I- '' She looks puzzled, like she can't place exactly how to put into words feelings she has, but you understand.

“I know.”

“I was worried that you wouldn't agree to go. I should’ve handled it better, done it differently. To be completely honest, after we dropped you off I had been scolded by Carol already.” She laughs and you can't help but join her. You take a sip of your coffee, happily making yourself believe that it will wake your brain up more, and let her continue.

“It wasn't nice. I'm sorry, I don’t want to act that way towards you.”

“Thank you, I appreciate you being honest. I was mad, yes, even now I still am a little bit, but it’s going to pass. I'm just happy to be done with this.”

“They called Carol after that night, and they didn't sound happy. She didn't tell me anything, at least not that much, but… Yn, what happened?” you don't want to get into it, but Darcy is your friend, she is on your side, and you want her to feel included.

“Shuri called me in the middle of our dinner. I had to pick up Junior, it was an emergency. There was no taxi, no uber, nothing and this restaurant was so far away.”

“Yeah, again sorry about it.” Darcy scratches the back of her head, trying to ease down the nerves.

“They gave me a ride, and then we went to the theme park with Junior.”

“It doesn't sound so bad.” She is confused, but at the same time she knows that nothing with you is just simply… simple.

“It wouldn't be if I had any say in that. Darcy I had so much work I did not sleep the night after that. I agreed on extra work, i didnt had any food other that a fucking corn dog with junior that day, and nobody asked me about my opinion.” You start pacing around the room, you always talk with your arms and the more agitated you are the more they are working.

“Did you tell them that?”

“Yes I did. After the little family trip of course, I'm not a monster. I couldn't do that to Junior.” She nods in understanding. You both spend 20 more minutes chatting about everything that happens, while you clean your room. You will always happily use a body double to make yourself more productive, and it's so much easier with someone actually next to you. After a nice morning together and more cleaning around the apartment, Darcy told you that Kate asked you to call her and that it was rather important so you called right away.

“Hey sweetie, you wanted me to call?... Yes ... mhm … no problem i got this, don't even worry about it, I’ll text you after everything … I’m always careful … Yes, I love you too.” You finished your phone call, and as you were sitting in the kitchen Maria could hear everything. She just finished cleaning the dishes after herself, knowing how much you hate, when one of them leaves something in the sink, after you cleaned the whole kitchen. They are really helpful with your hyperfixations.

“What the bitch wanted?” You roll your eyes at the name that she used for Kate.

“Be nice. She asked me if I could pick her things up from Val, she left some clothes in her godless danger zone cave.” You answer by not taking your eyes off your phone, already looking for the bus and metro schedule.

“Oh, that should be fun.” Maria goes around the kitchen island and leans her back on it, right next to where you sit. You found that about her pretty early, how flirty and cocky she is, once she feels comfortable with someone. It takes a while, but once she gets to know you, you would never say that she was shy at first. She is touchy, her love language always makes her try to be close to all of you. Some people find it confusing, but you learn at some point. Her smugness it's a part of your daily life and you enjoy the entertainment.

“Yeah.. you are not going.” You get off the stool and start walking into your room to grab your bag. Your backpack is something you can’t leave the house without, you have a lot of useful things in it, which some of your friends find weird. There was always this sense of journey in you, or maybe running away actually, but this feeling made you always prepare to leave. Your backpack is always ready to help you survive if there is a need for you to.. well you aren’t sure what, but whatever that feeling means, you want to be ready. You have first aid there, a knife, dry pack meals which are not the worst and saved you a couple of times, along with unused metro and bus tickets, just in case and some rope. Sounds like a serial killer pack but all of the things were useful more times than you thought they would.

You put your shoes on, take your hat and dark jacket off the hook, and as you leave the apartment Maria comes running out of her room.

“Maria you’re not going.”

“Shut up, we have a bus in 10 minutes, come on.” She put her vintage 90s style jacket on and went out leaving you to close the door. She also learned a lot about you, and how discussing anything with you and trying to convince you of something is usually a waste of time. You respect that and her, the way she talks to you makes you feel safe with her, you know what to expect, there are no games, no double meaning under any words, no malice or anger behind anything. She lays things on the table and you feel safe with honesty. You don't fight her, you close the heavy door, almost tripping over the shoes again on your way out and follow Maria to the bus stop.

Drive took both of you not more then 20 minutes, Valkyrie lives in one of her friends houses from what you know. There have been a couple of times when you were picking Kate up from there but you never went in, for Val it was an issue itself that you are even in the neighborhood. From what you noticed from the outside there is a flag in the window, which is a red flag itself, cigarette buds pretending to be flowers in the garden and broken mailbox in front. Overall a very welcoming environment. You come up to her door and knock hard on the surface, trying to make sure she will hear you over the loud techno music. You feel nauseous, and you know that will not be an easy pick up, but you would do everything for Kate, even put yourself in dangerous situations so she doesn't have to. You hear screaming coming from the inside, someone yelling over music to open the door. Maria is right behind you, she grabs the right part of your open jacket, which is exactly why you didn't want to bring her with you. In situations like that it's hard enough for you to make sure you are going to be okay, and as sad as it is, anyone coming with you as a support is just an additional responsibility to you. Doors open with unnecessary force. In front of you there is Valkyrie, drunk out of her mind, in the middle of the week, before noon. To be honest if someone would ask you to describe her that's exactly what you would say.

“The fuck you want?” Off to a great start.

“Don't make it harder for yourself, give me Kate’s things back and we will be out of here.” She scoffs at you and spits on the ground. That's a comedy behavior and if you wouldn't fear things escalating because of Maria, you would already have a good laugh. Val comes out of the doorway and invades your personal space, trying to dominate you as she is always tired when you meet with her. It was an interesting battle and you were enjoying playing this game with her, till one day when you overheard how much unnecessary shit Kate had to hear from Val after that. She was always jealous of how close you were to Kate, and since that day you tried to be … less with Kate, when her girlfriend was around. You can smell the horrible alcoholic odor coming from Val, since Kate broke up with her it seems like she fell even lower, you didn't think it was possible. You stand your ground not letting any fear get to you, but Maria takes two steps back, not really enjoying the fact that she had to let go of you.

“Tell this slut-'' keep your cool yn, don't kill her, you promised Kate to be as civil as you can “-that if she wants anything back, she needs to come for it herself. I will make sure that she will have a really nice time with me, time she will remember for a long time.Whore likes it rough, but you should know something about it right Yn?” Valkyrie pushes you to the ground taking you off guard and she closes the door behind her, laughing. You get up and straighten your clothes, you can feel your facade breaking, almost as you can hear the sounds of cracks in your patience.You can feel your heart beating in every single vain, your teeth are clenched together, tha same as your fists. You never felt so angry in your life, at least you don't think you did. You never felt so angry at someone and yourself, that you let this relationship go for so long, you recall all those moments when you thought that Kate was silently screaming for help, and you weren't listening. At least this, now, in this moment, you can and will make it right. Maria comes up to you and touches your shoulder bringing you back out of your head.

“Yn-” she grabs your clenched hand “-your knuckles are white.” That's just a second of making a decision, at this moment you knew what it's going to take to make this end, to set Kate free, and you were ready for it the moment you left your apartment.

“They’re about to get red.” The force of opening and shutting doors behind you makes Maria jump. She stands outside wondering if she should follow after you, she hears the music abruptly stop and then shouting. She takes two steps towards the door and as she is about to put her hand on the cold handle she hears the sounds of fighting, something breaks, sounds of glass shattering hurt her ears. Her eyes get teary and she doesn't know what to do. She won't be able to physically help you, and she knows for sure Val wasn't alone in the house. She stands in the yard and takes out her phone, trying to pick up Pepper's number with shaking hands. She immediately picks her eyes up at the door at the squeaky sound of opening. You come out and really slowly close the door behind you, one hand on the handle and second one holding a bag. Contrast between you entering and exiting the house is making Maria question if the first one even happened. The first thing your friend notices is that your knuckles are actually red, but so is your face and your shirt. She comes to you really fast trying to take a better look at your face.

“Jesus Christ Yn! Are you okay?” She lifts her hand and you grab her wrist stopping her. You lift your head up, letting her take a good look at you.

“Let’s go, we are walking home.” She doesn't question you, she just grabs the bag from your hand. Maria doesn't comment on your busted upper lip, or greenish bruise appearing under your left eye, or the cut on your right eyebrow that drowns your vision with blood, or even the way you hold your ribcage. She listens to you, but at the same time being so worried about the state you are in she texts Pepper what happened, hoping that she will know what to do and how to help you. You are irritated with your clothes getting dirty and splitting one of your knuckles open. You don't feel pain, you feel satisfaction that you finally got something done, that you finally stood up for someone you love, adrenaline still kicking in keeping you painless, it's a good feeling, probably too good, but that's something you will worry about later.

On your way home Maria got information from Pepper to just bring you back and everything will be taken care of. You two are one street away from your apartment complex and both of you recognise Peppers car standing on the street. Not really feeling like talking, you tell Maria that you will just head upstairs and take a bath, maybe try to get rid of this already dried out blood from your face.

“Yn, you look like hell.” You are highly aware of that and Pepper’s comment is really unnecessary.

“Kate finished her job earlier today. I picked her up. I was planning on picking up Maria too and taking those beautiful girls somewhere out to eat.”

“Cool, have a nice time.” You can’t tell if that was addressed to you or Maria, or if Pepper was asking your permission, but your face hurts and you just want to go upstairs.

“I'm sorry I can’t leave Yn alone.”

“Yes you can. Go have fun.” You send Maria a smile forgetting how painful it is for you right now to use any face muscles.

“But-”

“Precious, Yn is right, also I don't think that she wants Kate to see her this way, am I right?”

“Very, I’ll be okay, have fun.” You give your friend a short hug and leave with Kate's bag. Pepper’s comment is right, you wouldn’t want any of your friends to see you this way, that's why you didn't want Maria to go with you in the first place, but you can't help feeling slightly hurt by that. Maybe it’s better for you to be left alone right now, coming up the stairs you worry about Darcy's reaction, she will for sure yell at you for being reckless.

You enter the apartment and set Kate’s bag in the washroom to immediately wash everything that it contains. You walk around the apartment only to find out that you are alone.

“Well, for the better i guess.” Talking to yourself is a normal thing, saying out loud a plan for the day, concerns or just letting your thoughts flow outside, airing out your head is something you enjoy with your loneliness. You are happy to be alone, nobody will see you being hurt, nobody will worry, take care of you or freak out at Val. You don't need that, just you and your solitude is enough.

You go to the bathroom and start undressing, a big mirror on the side wall allows you to see all of your injuries. Bruise is purple by now, and your face is covered in red, you are not surprised that Pepper had this disgusted look on her face. You slowly take your shirt off along with your bra, and just then you can see how dark is your right rib cage. Valkyrie took advantage of this one movement when you stumbled on something and fell in her house. She managed to deliver one kick onto your chest,at least you turned to the side in time and swept her off her feet. You would be happy to say that she looks worse than you, but you can’t, you promised Kate, so you protected yourself just as necessary. It doesn't matter how much you want to see her in pain, suffering for everything she has done. Val didn't have an easy life, but that doesnt give her a right to ruin others.

You decided on taking a warm shower and then getting some numbing ointment along with some food into your system. You are not sure if you had breakfast today, and your stomach is starting to hurt. You leave the foggy bathroom, covered in your towel and go straight into the kitchen. You start looking through the cabinets for a first aid box you have in the apartment, unaware of someone sitting in the living room.

“Need help Yn?” You jump at the sound of Natashas voice and a box with medicine falls to the ground spilling everything out. You hang your head low, without even turning around to make sure your towel stays secured around your chest and take two deep breaths. You hear Nat and Wanda get up and move closer to you. You turn around and to their surprise you are in much worse condition than they imagined when Pepper called them. Your face swells a little bit around your one eye, blood luckily only slowly going out of your lips and brow, but you have to still make sure to wipe it once in a while. Wanda covers her mouth with a shocked expression on her face, while Natasha looks just.. angry, but you can't tell if thats because of how you look or if that's just her face, to be fair she is always kind of angry. You don't have energy to play their game, to discuss, talk, talking hurts, you want them gone.

“Pepper called us.” Ah that explains it.

“Great, she is not here. I'll Let you know when she will come back.” You don't even try to pick up the box, you leave the kitchen and go to your room, aware of your half naked situation. You need to put some sweats on, and take care of yourself. It takes you just a couple of minutes and you are hoping that they are gone by now. You are going back into the kitchen and to your surprise they are sitting by the island, drinking tea and right next to them there is a third mug, yours green one.

“Yn, how are you feeling?” Wanda is concerned but you don't own her nothing, so you stay silent.

“Look-” she gets up from her seat to approach you by the fridge, you need to eat something.

“-I know you are not really fond of us-” You scoff at that under your nose, and you regret it immediately, when sharp pain goes straight into your head. Adrenaline is gone and you can feel everything now. You grab the side of your head trying to keep it at bay. “-but we want to help… let us help.” You think about it, you are tired but in too much pain to go to sleep. They picked the medicine up but you still have to look through it to find the right kind and ointment. Even thinking hurts now.

“Yn, can you please sit down?” Natasha’s voice is soft, you never hear her speak in this way, maybe once, just once when at Carol's party you caught one moment when Natasha and Wanda were alone. The way they were with each other, spoke to each other, praised each other, this is the voice Natasha used. You are not really sure what's the reason, maybe you are too tired for that right now, but you listen. You drag yourself into the living room and sit down slowly on the couch. Natasha is immediately next to you with a cup of tea and Wanda on the other side holding painkillers, a sandwich and numbing ointment, almost like they read your mind.

“Darcy told us what you might need, she called and also asked us to apologize that she is not here. Carol took her on a business trip and she will be back in two days.” You nod at the information, warming up because of the tea or maybe the fact that wherever Darcy is she has your back.

You take your painkillers, eat a surprisingly good sandwich and the last thing you need to do is use the ointment.

“Thank you for your help.” You make a move to take it from Wanda's hand but she moves it out of your reach.

“Let me.”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Just no. Leave it okay?” You try to grab it again and in that moment Natasha puts her hand on the side of your body, just to try and get your attention, talk you out of being so stubborn, but she doesn't know about your ribcage. The moment her palm lands on your shirt, the sharp pain follows through your whole body, you scream a little not being able to contain your reaction in time. They both look scared while you bend down in half, trying to breathe normally and stop crying. You can’t hold it in, you try by biting your lip, which reminds you that it's still bleeding and the bite really didn't help. You get up, out of their reach, you stand in front of them, looking and feeling like a mess.

“Please just… leave. I'm going to be okay, I’ll handle it, just give me that and leave.” You clench your jaw like your life depends on it. Your tears are mixing with the blood coming out of your lip. Wanda makes sure to stand up slowly, treating you like you are about to break down, crumble into pieces and nothing makes you more pissed than this pity look in her eyes. She wants to say something, not really sure what, but her wife is faster.

“Lift up your shirt.”

“Pervert.”

“Yn.. this-” she points at you and moves her hand around “- all of this,as much as it's cute and admirable, it's pissing me off. You really think this is just about you?” You want to argue back, make your statement, not back down, you are just not sure if you have enough energy for that.

“No Yn, it's not. What do you think Kate will feel, after seeing her friend suffer because of her. And yes I know she didn't do it, but you fought for her, you really think she wont feel responsible for that?” You stay silent, feeling like a kid being scolded, you feel your chin getting wet with blood and tears. Your ribcage still hurts and makes it hard for you to breathe. You are ready for Natasha to start screaming at you, but she just let her wife take over.

“I'm going to lift your shirt up okay?” You don't fight them, you let her. She slowly lifts up your right side of the shirt revealing dark purple and pink bruises, covering at least three or four of your ribs.

“Oh..yn.” You look at Wanda and you see one tear falling down her cheek. You cover yourself up fast and take two steps back to put some distance between you two.

“Satisfied?” Natasha looks sad, and disappointed. You can't read them and that's the most frustrating thing for you.

“We have a personal doctor, she works for us and has a monthly payment, doesn't matter if she works or not. I called her and she will be here in thirty minutes. Will you please let her take a look at your ribs and face? I promise it won’t cost us anything” She is actually waiting for your answer, you look between them. Wanda with the ointment in her hands holding it so tightly, Natasha with a phone in her hand and this terribly worried look on her face. Another sharp pain goes straight into your head, you bend down to try and not react too much to it, but they can see.

“Yes…I…yes, please.” Natasha nods at you and you leave the room, uncomfortable with the situation, you decide to wait for the doctor in your bedroom.

It takes 40 minutes for the doctor to get to the apartment. At this point you took two more painkillers you had in your room, and you tried to just lie down in a way that hurts the least. You didn't check on Nat or Wanda, they can take care of themselves and as much as you would like to care even a little, the state you are in is hard to do so. Kate and Maria called you to check up on you. Of course Maria told everybody everything. You managed to pull some strength out of yourself to sound well, like you are doing okay ish at least. Seems like they bought it, you don't need them to worry more then they do already. Wanda came to your room to ask if the doctor could come in, you thought she would try to stay with the both of you but fortunately she left and gave you some space. Doctor said that it would be good to do xr-ay of your ribs but they don't seem broken, just really bruised. She stitched your eyebrow and said that your lip will heal on itself, you are relieved that you don't have to go to the hospital, that would probably ruin you financially.

After the meeting with the doctor you walk her out of the apartment making sure she wouldn't start talking about your state with Wanda and Natasha. Apologizing for the mess at the entrance you thank her and close the door behind her, wishing her a nice rest of her day. You are facing two issues now. First you need to get rid of both women from your apartment and get ready for your shift at the bar. You are not really sure how you will manage, but you have to somehow. You feel presence behind you and you are not ready for questioning, you are not ready for anything right now.

“What did she say?” Natasha is holding Wanda's hand tightly, trying to calm her down a bit.

“I'm healthy as a horse.” She just rolls your eyes and that somehow makes you feel bad.

“I'm sorry, first I really appreciate your help with all that, it means a lot. She said that I should be okay with my ribs, she stitched my eyebrow and lips should heal on their own.” Wanda reaches out with her hand. Very lightly she touches the area around your eyebrow, soft palm is feeling cold on your heated face. You don't know why but you let her get a closer look at your face, Natasha grabs your chin and picks it up slowly to take a better look at your lip. As she lets go her thumb touches the corner of your lips, and you feel her touch linger there even after her hands return to her side. It's hard to explain what's happening with you, pain mixing with the feeling of comfort, hurt mixing with soft touches, that's too much for today, or for the whole month, it's hard to tell, but you start crying out of nowhere. Silent tears escaping through closed eyelids, too afraid of what your eyes might be saying right now. You feel Wanda's hand touch the side of your head, lightly playing with your hair. Normally you would find it awkward. Silently standing at the entrance of the house, nobody is speaking, your eyes are closed and your fist clenched. You feel yourself lean your head in the direction of Wanda’s hand. The sound of your phone ringing brakes whatever was just happening between all of you and you open your eyes, looking scared and embarrassed.

“I need to pick it up. I'm sorry.” They follow after you into the living room. You look at your phone and the caller id makes your body shiver.

“What?” You start pacing around, you feel the eyes of both women follow your moves and you are making sure to stay extra careful with how you speak.

“No…Yes, at the end of the week.” You look at them sitting at the kitchen island, not even pretending that they are not listening.

“That's too much… I need to pay for school this month…No…Well, fuck you back… Listen, you take this or nothing at all, goodbye.” You hang up your phone and grab the side of your head, feeling the pain creeping up your lower back, coming from the tips of your fingers that hold the phone, through your spine into the top of your head. It's sharp but a little less after numbing yourself with pills. Your phone rings again and you are not having it today.

“WHAT?!” You regret not looking at your phone this time. “Shit, Steve, I'm sorry. Yeah my shift starts at six.” That makes Natasha stand up

from her chair. She is looking at you as you just said the dumbest thing she ever heard. “Yeah I understand but you know, Darcy can be dramatic. It’s not that bad… No! Listen, I need the money, okay? Don't ask Bucky, I'll be there.” He starts arguing, telling you how dangerous it can be for you, telling you that you might have concussion, or just some head trauma, that he can lend you the money for the day, he is really trying to keep you off of work. As you are about to talk back to him, Natasha takes your phone from your hand and tells Steve that you will call him back in a second. The audacity.

“You are an adult Yn, right? Then let's talk like adults.” That will be an interesting conversation. You are taking it into the living room, following Natasha with Wanda closing behind you. You sit down on the couch and they give you your mug filled with warmed up tea. It's even your favorite of the month, chamomile.Something about the smell and taste of it makes you feel calmer. You wait for one of them to start, not really knowing what they are even doing here at this point, you feel ashamed about how much you let them get close to you, maybe a little bit sick even, or maybe it's just because of your head.

“You should sue her, the girl that did this to you.” It's not a question and surprisingly it's coming from Wanda.

“No.” You know it might not make any sense to them but you have your reasons.

“I don't understand you Yn. Why? She hurt you, she did something horrible to your friend, why are you even trying to protect her.”

“I'm not protecting her.”

“You are, and you are putting Kate in danger because of it.” That makes you shut up and listen. For once you let them continue, really taking in what they are saying. The feeling of your throat closing up makes you feel like a kid again and you don't like it.

“You really think that she will be noble and won’t try to get you back, or Kate. If she would want to hurt you she has at least 3 ways of doing that.” You just look at her not really understanding what she means by that.

“Kate, Maria and Darcy. They are your soft spot Yn, you would always protect them or die trying. But sometimes you are fighting with somebody bigger than you, something bigger. How will you protect them if you are at work all the time, how will you protect Kate when she finishes her work at midnight and you are not with her. And even if you would pick her up everyday, you can't be at 3 places at the same time. You need help and we can provide it.”

“The question is will you let us?” They are looking at you in a way it's hard to describe.You feel the care they try to give but you can help but follow your thoughts and your gut feeling about the “why” of their intentions. What's in it for them? The thought of your friends getting hurt is crashing for you. It feels like the ceiling is slamming onto your chest making you unable to breathe. You hate feeling hopeless but you are not stupid, you can admit when your power or control over the situation goes thin with how serious things got. You need them and that is the worst thing that can happen to you. Needing somebody gives them control over you, your life, your decisions and it's just a matter of time when they will use it against you. You don't know when, but there will be this one moment, when one of them will cross your boundaries because you own them. They helped you, they were good and nice so it means that there is invisible space to hurt you, to make it even. You just need to trust yourself that you will be able to handle it when it comes, because it will, it always does. People prove you right, but you don't have a choice.

“I just want her out and far, can you do that? Can you help?” It comes out through your clenched teeth.

“We can” Natasha seems proud of herself, the sickening smirk on her face makes you believe that she is happy about this whole situation.

“How much will it cost me?” Everything has a price and you want to know it before you will agree on anything. Wanda tries to comfort you but you won’t fall for that.

“Yn you don't have to pay us anything.”

“I can't not pay, tell me how much.”

“Dinner, you said that it feels like work on our date. You own us dinner. “ Natasha states and you take a second weighing your options.

“Okay, deal. I'm gonna buy you dinner.” The idea is not your favorite but you are grateful for the opportunity to pay them back somehow, maybe it will lower down the feeling of guilt you have about them helping you.

“No,no. You're gonna cook us dinner, at our house, we have an amazing kitchen, wanda will gladly help you, she has amazing taste. right honey?” If Nat is trying to contain her excitement about having the upper hand she is not doing a very good job.

“Oh yes, we do.” Wanda answers by not taking her eyes off of you, especially your lips. You don’t know if she is trying to flirt with you or is looking at your cut, that's still bleeding a little, you feel the iron taste every time you run your tongue on it.

“Okay.” This is too important and you know it. Sometimes we have to admit when we lose, today you feel that way.

Next twenty minutes you spend on walking through the whole process of getting a restraining order against Valkyrie. It takes a lot of talking and paperwork but Wanda is amazing at her job so winning the case should be a matter of a couple weeks. You maily want it for Kate and your friends, you would rather not be on any record but Wanda is really stubborn about it, so you agree. After explaining and taking all the notes they have to take pictures of your injuries.You don;t want them to see you half naked but you understand the necessity of it. You ask Wanda to be the one taking the pictures, there is something about Natasha tak that makes you feel a little unsafe, you can't put your finger on it but it's there, and as hurt as she looks she doesn't argue. Evening came fast, it's getting dark pretty early at this time of year, so you made tea for all of you, as a small thank you towards two older women, that showed you a lot of kindness. You are all sitting in comfortable silence, they made you call off work which you understand, also Steve texted you he will kill you if you would come. You can feel their stare on you but you don't address it, keeping your eyes down on your green mug. The next thing that Wanda says takes you a bit off guard.

“I know you are scared, Yn... but you are doing just fine.”

“It doesn't feel that way.” You didn't catch yourself in time, you don't know where it's coming from but you feel yourself opening up.

“You are doing just fine.” Natasha joins in, your shoulders visibly stiff, mug in your hands lightly burn your palms with warmness but you can't let it go. You feel yourself slipping in some way, into the deeper part that is usually kept at bay, out of everybody, out of the outside world, inside of you, reminding you that it exists as clenched fists or stomach ache. You make yourself into a vessel that can only hold that much, each night in some controlling way you let go of some pain, stress or any hard emotions that are filling you up. Today you didn't get much time by yourself and it seems like you're overflowing, and you hate yourself for the stains you make with your sadness.

“It doesn't feel fine... why doesn't it feel fine?” It's funny how you think anyone can have an answer to that, even more, people that know nothing about you. You hate how pathetic you sound.

“It seems like everybody is making you reach unreachable standards, they expected too much so now you don't allow yourself any rest because you feel like you need to reach higher. But you are doing just fine, sugar. What you did today was heroic, maybe a little dumb, but you did it out of love and that was admirable” To your surprise what Natasha says actually makes some sense, and you feel it in your work, in your devotion to your friends, or in the ways you try to handle your struggles.

“It's true.. I think it's true.” You take your eyes from your mug and stare directly at Natasha, to make sure that the things you say flow through every single part of her, to see in her eyes that she actually understands. You swallow the pain, with the lump in your throat and as you reach for the raw part of you, knowing that you will regret it tomorrow you show both of them more true than before part of yourself .

“It is true Tasha.. and it changes nothing.” Your tone was the one ending this conversation. You see by Wanda's face that she wants to argue, tell you that you are just wrong, so, so wrong about this, but her wife grabs her hand and squeezes it two times with a light smile on her face. You stand up and put your mug into the sink. You move towards your room and they dont stop you. You hear them gather their stuff as you reach your door. You defeated them, proved one more time that nobody can save you from yourself. Good fucking job, be proud. You think to yourself while hearing the entrance door closing leaving you alone in an empty house. To be honest if you weren't stuck in your body you would do the same.

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spicybutterfly · 1 year ago

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Lilac

Summary: On your way to your nail appointment, you run into the cutest, yet strangest boy you’ve ever met.

Pairing: nonidol!Jimin x fem!reader

Genre: Strangers to lovers, Romance, Fluff, Non-Idol AU

Rating: 18+, MINORS DNI!

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Explicit language, Nonconsensual grabbing (Jimin has no sense of personal space)

A/N: Hi everybody, it’s been a while! I wanted to put this out way earlier but I’ve been stupid busy with work and school so yeah, here it is halfway into the year loll. I proofread this myself so please excuse any mistakes. Also, I made this banner and I think it looks pretty good for my first time so please be nice or else I’ll cry ☉ᴗ☉

*Disclaimer all characters and events portrayed in my works are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persona or events is purely coincidental.*

Thank you for reading!♡

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It is 12:02 p.m. and you had thirteen minutes to make it to the nail salon for your scheduled appointment. Anxiously, you drummed your fingers against your steering wheel, nibbling at your bottom lip. This red light felt like it had been going on forever. You swear at least three songs have played over the radio already and you still had at least five more minutes to drive before you made it to Luxe Lacquer Nail Lounge.

You weren’t too picky about your appointment time. A spot during the weekend was preferable, but if that wasn’t available any time after you got off of work would do. Unfortunately, neither of those two options was available to you. For some reason, your go to nail salon was virtually booked out for the next two weeks. Of course with your luck, the only spot they did have available was the most inconvenient to you. Twelve-fifteen on a Wednesday afternoon.

Typically, on a Wednesday at noon, you’d be at work, hunched over typing away at your computer. The only possible way for you to make it to your appointment would be to go during your lunch break. Thankfully, they lasted an hour and your boss wasn’t too finicky about when you took them, as long as it wasn’t too early or too late in your work day.

You couldn’t afford to miss this appointment. It had been practically a month since the last time you’d gotten your nails done and showed. You weren’t high maintenance per se, but keeping up your appearance was important and these nails simply were not it. Your cuticles were an atrocious sight, overgrown and brittle. The once neatly painted gel polish has lost its shine, now dull and chipping around the edges. Don’t even get me started on your shape, formerly a perfect square, straight across the top with sharp edges, now sported a rounded and blunt look. Your nails were in dire need of some TLC.

“Finally,” you sighed out, pressing on the gas pedal as the light turned green. Briskly, you glanced over at the digital clock in your dashboard.

12:03, twelve minutes left.

Steadily, you continued your journey on the road trying your absolute hardest not to go over the speed limit. If you did happen to go over a mile or two, no one noticed. After three more excruciatingly long minutes, you eventually pulled into the plaza’s parking lot.

The area was buzzing with people of all kinds. A group of people dining outside of a restaurant, young adults coming in and out of the grocery store, an elderly couple sharing an ice cream sundae, and a dad pushing his baby through the parking lot in a stroller.

“Come on, come on,” you mumbled, roaming around for a space.

Just ahead a black Chevy Silverado began to back out of its spot. A glimmer of hope spread throughout you as it seemed you were the first and only one to notice and would finally be able to park. Plus it was only two shops down from the salon! You pulled in behind them, giving them enough space to back out but at the same time showing them you were ready to move in.

Just as they were almost completely backed out, you noticed just across from you an elderly woman driving an older Toyota Avalon. Through your windshield you could see how intently she was starting at your parking spot, inching forward as the Chevy rolled out.

“Oh hell no!” you protested. This old lady was trying to steal your spot. Not today.

As soon as the Chevy was clear out of your way, you jerked your wheel to the left, simultaneously pressing firmly on the gas pedal. Your car swerved into the space before the old woman could even take her foot off the brakes.

With squinted eyes, you watched as she begrudgingly drove away, flipping you the bird through her passenger window.

You scuffed. The nerve of some people.

After putting the gear into park, you shifted the key turning your car off before removing it completely. Snatching your purse from your passenger seat, you swung your driver’s side car door open, at last stepping out onto the concrete.

The heat from the blazing sun warmed your skin instantly. Being blasted by the cool air from your car vents almost made you forget you were in the middle of summer. Internally, you thanked your past self for deciding to wear a flowy dress today instead of slacks.

12:10, five minutes left.

If speedwalking in backless platform sandals were an Olympic sport, you'd be a gold medalist. You had no idea you could even move this fast. Rushing down the walkway, you dodged between the people crowding your path. Who knew it would be so jam-packed on a Wednesday afternoon?

Relief immediately rushed through your body as the sight of the salon came into view. You made it with four minutes to spare.

Just as you were about to enter the salon, your hand on the door handle, you felt a light tap on your shoulder.

“Um, excuse me?” a smooth voice rang out.

With your hand still gripping the door handle you turned to face the stranger.

Before you was a man, but not just any man. He may honestly be the most beautiful man, or better yet, person you’ve ever seen.

He looked around your age, maybe a couple of years older. Dressed in a cool-toned brown sweater and black slacks, he stood tall with quite impressive posture. Thick, fluffy black hair sat atop his head. A few strands lay delicately on his blemish-free forehead. Silver jewelry decorated his skin. His ears sported a pair of simple hoops dangling with every head movement. On his neck was a dainty chain necklace, it looked like it belonged to a designer brand. What caught your attention the most was the many rings that adorned his fingers. They shined prettily in the sunlight.

The only way for you to describe his face was that of a fairytale prince. His eyes were tender and kind, a complete contrast to his sharp eyebrows but they paired well together. You wondered if he routinely got them threaded. His cheeks were round and breadlike, making you want to reach out and squish them against your better judgment. And don’t even get you started on his lips. They were the softest, plumpest pair of lips you’ve ever seen. You just know he goes through tubes and tubes of chapstick frequently.

He smiled gently at you when your eyes finally met. Your heart fluttered. Whatever this guy was trying to sell, you just might have to buy.

“Hi, I’m sorry to disturb you but I-” With a voice as warm as his you could listen to him speak all day. But you were on a time crunch and now had three minutes before you had to go in for your appointment.

“Ahh, actually,” you interrupted wincing slightly. “I’m kinda in the middle of something. So if you’ll excuse me.” You turned away again, this time slightly opening the door.

This time you felt him grip your free hand, intertwining your fingers with his.“Oh! This’ll only take a second I promise.”

“What the hell!” you yelled, snatching your hand away with a quickness, spinning on your heels to face him again. Straight away this garnered the attention of a few strangers, looking nosily to see what was happening.

“What is your problem?! I’m not interested in whatever you’re trying to sell!” You don’t care how attractive this man is, he’s definitely lost his mind.

He seemed surprised by his actions, staring back at you in shock with both eyes wide open. “I’m so sorry!” he rushed, waving his hands out in front of him. “I’m not trying to sell you anything, I swear! I just wanted to tell you that I thought you were gorgeous and that your hair looked beautiful! I never meant to offend you, really!”

He was a stranger to you. It was absolutely inappropriate of him to grab your hand without your permission. You had no obligation to believe a word he said. But there was just something about the sincerity in his voice that made it difficult for you to harbor any lingering anger. As crazy as it sounds he seemed genuine and you believed him.

“Oh,” you muttered, calmer now. “Still you can’t just grab people you don’t know, it's rude. And thank you.” You avoided his eyes, instead focusing on the loose thread at the bottom of his sweater.

“Again, I’m sorry. My friends remind me all the time about how handsy I can be. I’m working on it. And, you’re welcome.” You could hear the smile in his voice.

“I’m Jimin,” the man, or Jimin grinned, sticking his hand out towards you to shake. You looked at his hand before looking at his face. His eyes were nearly completely shut with how hard he was smiling. It was insanely endearing.

You replied with your name, shaking his hand in return. The softness of his skin didn’t surprise you at all, you could tell he took good care of himself

“Going to get your nails done?” Jimin questioned, nodding his head towards the salon.

“Mhmm,” you confirmed, looking at your hand as you inspected your overgrown nails. “I’m in need of a long overdue manicure. I actually have to go in for my appointment in about-” You looked at your wristwatch. “Two minutes.”

“Have you decided on a color yet?”

“Not yet. I was thinking of maybe getting-” You cut yourself off at the feeling of Jimin taking your hand in his once again. Ignoring the butterflies that instantly fluttered through you, you watched as he brought your hand in front of his face. You almost giggled aloud at the vision before you. He looked like a mad scientist, examining your hand that close to his face.

“You really do have no sense of personal space, huh?”

“I think you should get…” he paused for a moment thinking to himself. “Purple.”

“Purple?”

“Mhm,” he confirmed, nodding. “But not just any purple. Maybe a pastel purple? Like ..lilac! Yeah, lilac! I think that would look really pretty against your skin.” With a satisfied smile, gently, he let your hand fall back to its previous position.

You felt your whole body flush with warmth. You know if you were lighter you’d definitely be blushing all over. Thank goddess for your brown skin.

To mask your shyness, you grabbed your phone out of your purse checking the time. Yeah, you were wearing a watch but you needed to look away from him before you exploded. 12:16. Oh shit!

“I’m late!” you shrieked, turning back towards the salon. “It was nice meeting you, Jimin, but I gotta go.” It was really nice talking to Jimin, but you weren’t missing this appointment for anyone.

“Wait!” He called, coming up beside you.

“You should send me a picture.” You raised an eyebrow.

“Of your nails! You should send me a picture of your nails when they’re done, I mean. You know because I suggested the color. But only if you want to, of course, no pressure!”

Jimin twisted the ring on his left pointer finger, awaiting your answer. You thought his sudden nervousness was sweet.

Usually, it would take a lot more for you to give your number out. Especially to a random stranger you’d only met and known for a couple of minutes. You’d seen too many true crime documentaries for that. But Jimin raised no red flags to you. Sure he was a little weird and awkward but he was also sweet and charming. To be quite honest you enjoyed spending these past few minutes with him, and you wouldn’t mind seeing him again.

“What’s your number?” you smiled unlocking your phone. Jimin grinned again, eyes nearly shut and cheeks raised high, before reciting his number to you.

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You were so damn lucky you had history with your nail tech, Sandra, or else you would’ve been out of luck. You didn’t make it to your appointment on time, in fact, you were three minutes late. It may or may not have something to do with you and Jimin giggling over which photo to use as his contact picture in your phone.

The pure look of irritation on Sandra’s face when you finally did make it inside the salon to check in at the front desk nearly made you visibly wince. You knew you were being an inconvenience, coming in late even though you were standing right outside of the salon. But c'mon, you were only three minutes late! It’s not like you arrived an hour later or no called no showed. Still though, it was rude of you and you made sure to apologize and leave her a hefty tip for being a bother.

Back in the front seat of your car, you admired your nails. No matter how irritated your Sandra was, she still killed this set! You opted for your usual square shape, you couldn’t see yourself veering away from it, it just had such a polished look. For your nail color, you were stuck between three shades of purple that could be considered lilac. Instead of wrecking your brain, you sent a picture to Jimin letting him pick the shade closest to the one he envisioned and he did not disappoint. Delicate yet bold, the lilac complimented your skin tone perfectly. You’re not sure if this was a color you would’ve ever chosen on your own and you’re so glad Jimin suggested it for you. They were simple but cute and you loved them!

Posing your left hand you snapped a quick pic of your new nails before sending it over to Jimin.

Cute?

He responded almost instantly.

Jimin (◠‿◠)

Very! See, I told you it would look good :))

Whatever lol, I guess you did an ok job.

Jimin (◠‿◠)

I think what you meant to say was. Thank you so much, Jimin!

You rolled your eyes before responding.

Thank you, Jimin. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you! You are truly god sent!

Just then your phone began to vibrate, Jimin’s contact and goofy contact picture popped up on your screen. You clicked the answer button before it could ring a second time.

“You’re so very welcome, _____! I’m glad I could be of assistance to you!” Though you couldn’t see his face, the smile was present in his voice. You laughed aloud, thinking of a response. You definitely didn’t want this to be your last time speaking to Jimin. There was an obvious connection between you and it would be silly of you not to explore it. Hopefully, you weren’t reading the situation wrong and he was just as interested in you as you were in him.

“Hey, um, what are you doing later today, around let’s say 5:30-ish? My appointment took a little longer than expected so I can’t pick up any lunch and I was wondering if you would like to try that new pizzeria downtown with me?” you asked, heart hammering in your chest. You felt like a teenager talking to her crush for the first time. It’s been a while since you’ve done something like this. You’ve been so focused on work recently, hardly allowing yourself any free time. Dating just wasn’t at the forefront of your mind.

Restlessly, you drummed your fingers against your steering wheel awaiting his answer.

Jimin hummed as he thought. “Are you asking me out on a date?”

Oh shit.“Huh!? A date! I wa- uh I mean-” “Because if you are,” Jimin interrupted, ceasing your rambling. “Then I would say yes. I would love to go on a date with you.”

“Yeah?” you beamed.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “You actually beat me to it. I wanted to ask you out for ice cream after your appointment.”

“Oh!” you voiced. “Well, we can always go after the pizza?”

“I'd like that.”

“Okay! Cool,” you grimaced at your response. Gosh, why were you so nervous?

“Cool,” he giggled. “I’ll see you there, then?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you there,” you smiled, giddy all over. Bringing your phone from your ear, you pressed the end call button. It took a moment for the realization to set in. Did that really just happen? Before you knew it an elated squeal escaped your lips. Nerves now replaced with excitement, you began your journey back to work, eagerly looking forward to your date with Jimin.

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marzgurl · 1 year ago

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Hi there, @katkit-42 , just saw your tags and thought, actually, that's not a bad thing to elaborate upon.

This is another kinda long post, which I think most people should read, too, but I'll be kind and put the bulk of this behind a cut here. Please do take the time to open it up and read it, though.

The real answer is, this whole experience has been me balancing out being mortified by a lot of the things that have happened to me with the fact that everybody involved in the whole thing has also been a complete and utter moron. Any time I even slightly start to get scared, I have to remind myself (or even have my husband remind me) that these are the absolute stupidest people we're talking about, none of whom are wholly capable of completing something so horrific, no matter how serious about it they might be.

I hadn't said it in the previous longpost, but in 2019, it was very clear that Vic had intended to sue me along with Monica, Jamie, Ron, and Funimation (although that never happened). I had received an E-mail copy of a letter of preservation from Vic's very, very stupid lawyers. I'll go ahead and share that here.

It was moronic for a number of reasons. One, I was told it was sent to two different E-mail addresses I have, one of which never arrived. Two, it's written REALLY badly. Three, it supposedly was also delivered via certified mail. Here's the problem: they mailed it to an address in Inglewood, California.

I have never lived in Inglewood, California.

But I know why they THOUGHT I did. Because in 2018, while walking from where I was living to my car to go to work, I got mugged! I had just recently moved and had been filling out paperwork for new jobs and things, and the bag they took still had my social security card, ID, and even my passport in it, which somebody later used to steal my identity. I remember the cops calling me back in a week or two after my mugging asking me questions because they believed they'd found people associated with who mugged me, and they asked me if I'd ever lived at an Inglewood address, and I told them no, and they were like, "Okay, great, pretty sure we know exactly where they are, thanks." So, I hope the guys who mugged me enjoyed having my identity and receiving a letter in the mail saying they were possibly gonna get sued. Thanks for taking one for me, muggers.

I mention this to say Vic has had me in his sights for a LONG time. A good four and a half years now at this point. Although I'm not the one that had any stories of him assaulting me, I was the one who made sure that people could SEE the stories of other people telling THEIR stories, and he HATES that. Clearly, he hates that a LOT.

Vic has vaguely mentioned me NUMEROUS times on his livestreams, saying, "I'm not gonna name names," but clearly intending everybody to know it's me he's talking about. In 2022, he referenced how I have a donation button on my Twitch channel and in the past have occasionally had drives to help me make ends meet. This is despite the fact that my husband and I were both working full time, but life in Los Angeles is hard. Despite this, Vic has this to say:

"These are people who start crowdfunding campaigns to pay their bills. What does that tell you about them? These are losers, everybody. These are people that are for whatever reason so disgusted with their lives--so unhappy with their lives, and instead of, like, working or going out there and, you know--and building something or creating something, they want to sit at home on their computer and look for ways to trash me an other people they don't like. And then they ask you to give them money to pay their bills. Pathetic. Pathetic. *weird snarl* Anyway--"

I feel like a donation bar isn't a "crowdfunding campaign", but we don't have to nitpick here. Vic has also expressed though private E-mails with various individuals that he believes I used crowdfunding to pay for a "cat funeral", which he also found to be distasteful. So, this was clearly a jab at me, but he got the details of it wrong. In 2019, my 14-year-old cat Siren was very sick. I was trying to get her healthcare and wasn't sure how I was going to pay for it. My friend--NOT ME, SOMEONE ELSE ENTIRELY--asked me if it was okay if THEY set up a GoFundMe to help me find a way to save my cat. THEY created the GoFundMe, and some people donated, and we did all we could to save Siren before it was clear that she was too far gone, and we lost her. We did NOT raise funds to have a funeral for her. Not in the slightest. The fact that this is what Vic is telling people is disgusting, and cruel to the idea of somebody who has ever had to deal with the loss of a beloved family member. On top of this, if you have ever struggled to make ends meet, let's not mince words here--Vic thinks you are "pathetic". He thinks if you don't make money, you just aren't working hard enough (even if it turns out you and your family all work full-time and take side gigs just to cover everything). Of course, he also seemed to believe that I didn't have a job at all (a long-running conspiracy theory among his fans, just because they couldn't figure out who my employer was), when I was providing hard evidence of being actively credited for my work as a subtitle and closed caption editor in the anime industry (the very same anime industry Vic was kicked out of).

But it's weird that he thinks you're a loser if you crowdfund to pay your bills! Is that not precisely how you managed to sue the very women you assaulted, Vic? To this day, the "Vic Kicks Back" GoFundMe is still open, and has raised nearly $300,000 dollars--a significantly higher amount than anything I've ever earned via Twitch donations.

In May of this year (which is exactly when Farah was ramping up her online harassment campaign against me), Vic once again vaguely talked about me, but got all the details wrong yet again. Since I can only embed one video, I'll link to this second clip here, which someone else has uploaded to Twitter.

Everybody knows Vic means me when he says that prior to 2019 I only had about 800 followers and now have more like 18,000, all because I was talking about him. Which he's very much over-inflating. I'd already had several years of a career of being an online content creator. By 2019 I had 16,000 followers. I've had my account for something like 14 years. I'm now over 19,000, pushing 20,000. That growth from 2019 to 2023 seems relatively normal to me. It was a very gradual growth that honestly doesn't look all that much different from the growth I'd had since 2009. Even one glance at Social Blade will confirm this is true.

He also keeps saying we've never met (such as in the video clip linked above). But we have! We very much have! I have video of myself--video from EIGHTEEN YEARS AGO--walking up to Vic with a camcorder and him talking directly to me. Feel free to go and watch it for yourself. You can hear my voice and everything!

AND SO! I say all this to say that I have long been aware of how much Vic Mignogna hates me. Vic Mignogna HATES ME SO. SO. SO. FUCKING. MUCH. He has done everything in his power to belittle and discredit me as somebody so much smaller and weaker and completely different from who I actually am, deliberately lying about facts of my life that I can actively prove false at any given moment with a plethora of receipts.

But you wanna hear the real eye-opening thing? In April of this year, just before Farah started going on the attack, Vic was on his livestream yet again making a very ominous statement. Once again, I link directly to it here since I can't embed it for you.

"I'm already in the middle of looking into some very aggressive retaliation and resources to deal with that."

Now, at the time, we all just thought he meant he was FINALLY gonna pursue a lawsuit against me, which, let's go bro, I'm fuckin' ready to go any time, man. But as it turns out, this sure does line up a whole lot more with the timing of Vic's Red Lobster dinner conversation with Farah about starting a cyber warfare campaign against me, on top of maybe possibly probably murder!?!?!? We know that Farah started her cyber warfare just later that very same month, so that sure sounds like convenient timing to me!

My husband and I had joked for a long, long time, like, "You know, he hates me SO damn much. You think he wants me dead?" And it was always kind of a, "Haha, yeah, we're joking, but what if for real?" And then when Farah started E-mailing me and telling me it was probably very real, I mean... yeah, katkit, that did shake me for a bit. I got the E-mail from Farah while my husband was at work, and it stopped my productivity for the day dead in its tracks. Even though it was clear that they had seriously overlooked really obvious facts (like the fact that I was literally not even going to be in the same state as Anime Expo, the event where Vic wanted me hurt), the fact that he wanted me hurt at all was concerning. Also, it was concerning to me that, if Vic at all stopped being a complete and utter fucking moron and realized I'd VERY PUBLICLY already been announced as a guest at a convention in Texas that very same weekend, it might actually be EASIER for him to have someone come to that event and hurt me, because Vic also still lives in Texas. He himself used to live in Houston, where the event was taking place, and likely still had connections there. Delta H Con is really little, without a lot of security. There was only one possible hotel for me to stay in. I was scheduled for panels and to be at my table all day, every day. Where I was going to be at all times was easily tracked for the entire weekend. To that extent, yes, I was very scared.

In fact, over that first weekend of July, I was very prepared to die.

I started trying to spend more time with my husband, trying to be more conscious of how I spoke or reacted to little things, just in general trying to be nicer and more loving. I started spending more time loving on my two cats who I love very dearly, wondering if I only had a limited time left with them. I started preparing folders of information I wanted to make sure my husband had if for some reason I didn't come back from Houston alive.

In the end, obviously, none of that was necessary. Though I guess I can't say that it was in any way a bad thing to spend more time focusing on and loving my family.

Ultimately, I guess I was saved by the stranger who sent me all those screenshots from Farah's Discord server. Surely, they have no idea what they did. To that person, I thank them. I had no idea it was going to save me, either. Had I not had those screenshots to post online and knock Farah loose from her war path, she might have continued to pursue me until she had something she really could have done to harm me for real.

Now, that's just disrupted that specific plan. Whether Vic will continue to want to pursue my death in some other way, I have no idea. I guess I am a little bit more on guard now than I was before. But also, I know there's only so much I can do. All I can do is just keep going and pretending there isn't this weird dude with a life that he could totally control all on his own and live in peace but instead wants his ability to prey on young women so badly that he would literally kill a woman to be able to continue to get away with doing it.

For right now, though, I'm mostly okay. I'm continuing to do my work, I'm going to see a movie tonight that I had a hand in localizing, and I'm feeling grateful for that success. Thank you for checking in on me. It's very kind of you. I hope you're doing well out there for yourself, too.

#anime #vic mignogna #assault #cheating #cw #death threats #harassment #voice actor #youtube #murder plot #update #updates

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been-taking-muay-thai-classes · 2 years ago

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Ramshackle's New Student

Sooooo I've been battling with Rollo brainrot for a while now and in the end decided to just...give in since I quite liked some theories and analysis I've seen of him. Naturally this will contain spoilers for Glorious Masquerade (though I may have some details wrong seeing how I depended on peoples translations here and on youtube) as the story is meant to take place after the event. If that's something that may bother you then I don't suggest you read this.

Also also, this is my first try at writing the entire cast of twst so if someone is ooc I legit didn't realize (I will keep writing so I hope to get better). Anyways hope you enjoy this one, it's very long, in fact I had to split it in two since it was reaching way over 15k words. If you like it, you can expect part two sometime next week depending on how busy I am with life.

PD: once again not beta read but I did give it a once over this time.

If you see any errors, no you don't.

On days like this, Crowley was reminded why the Prefect was his favorite student (no it wasn’t just because they could be easily threatened bribed).

Currently, the Dormleaders stood in front of his desk talking over each other in increasingly louder voices. The Headmage could see some of them beginning to lose their temper, namely Rosehearts and Draconia. He better stop them before they damage his office, Seven know he doesn’t have the money to pay for the repairs.

To think this all started with such an innocuous letter.

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Crowley was doing his paperwork surprisingly as usual, checking the budget for the remaining semester of the school year. There was plenty barely enough to cover the staff salary, preparations for the events and such. Oh well, maybe he could spend a little more for the Prefect’s wellbeing if they agreed to help with some menial tasks around campus, oh how gracious of him!

Then he noticed a letter from Noble Bell College. How odd, the symposium had been just a month ago and according to the students it had been a success. Why would they want to contact him again so soon? Maybe NRC left such a good impression on them that they wanted to invite them to a special event! Yes, that must be it, Crowley you sure are doing a great job as Headmage, never have your students behaved this well!

Eager, he opened the letter and began reading.

Esteemed Dire Crowley,

I write this letter on behalf of one of my most precious and troubled students, Rollo Flamme. I don’t know if your students have made you aware of the events that transpired during the symposium near Halloween, however Rollo has seen fit to explain the way things unfolded while the rest of us helped the citizens and students or remained unconscious.

As it happens, I am ashamed to admit that he was the one to ring the Bell of Salvation four times to spread the Crimson Flowers across the city, endangering everybody.

And while I must condone his actions, he has such a bright future ahead of him that I cannot bring myself to surrender him to the authorities.

Mister Flamme himself requested that I send him to the authorities but the rest of the student council suggested I send this letter to you to ask for advice, seeing how it was your students that saved the city and spared him from punishment at that time. Rollo thinks they would agree that he must atone for his sins in prison but I personally disagree with him and so I find myself asking a favor of you.

It has not escaped the public’s eye how many overblots have been occurring in Night Rave College and yet it was those same students, your students, who saved us all. So I ask Crowley, please take Rollo in and help him atone. He is a truly capable student and I’m sure under your guidance and surrounded by such exemplary role models he will find a way to atone that won’t ruin his future.

I await your response,

Headmage Tirmont.

Well…that certainly wasn’t what he expected.

Should he be concerned with the news of what truly transpired in the City of Flowers? Not really, Professor Trein had explained in great detail what occurred when his students had refused to elaborate. Although he couldn’t say why everybody elected to spare mister Flamme, at the time he had thought that perhaps his dear students had finally developed some empathy. But reading this letter, he started to suspect the opposite.

Oh well, nothing much he could do, he’s sorry for young Flamme but Crowley has much to do and besides he wasn’t the Prefect-

That’s right! The Prefect!

Surely they’d be capable of helping rehabilitate mister Flamme and turn him into an exemplary mage. And in turn, he himself would be praised for how magnanimous he was in giving the young man a second chance. Oh Crowley, truly your kindness knows no bounds!

He would have to speak with the Prefect first, of course. Convincing them of this could prove just a tad more difficult than it had been to make them agree to help with the Spelldrive investigation.

He would need time to think of an angle and make preparations for mister Flamme’s transfer.

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And so today he had finally called the Prefect and the Dormleaders for a meeting to communicate them of his decision, after all, they needed to be warned before Flamme’s arrival to ensure no fights would break out.

Thinking back though, maybe he should have told them via letter to avoid the current chaos that threatened to destroy his precious office.

Draconia’s mood was sour enough that lightning had begun manifesting outside. Rosehearts fists clenched and unclenched with unreleased fire (but Crowley feared it would not remain unreleased for long). Ashengrotto and Schoenheit kept coming up with arguments why such a transfer could not be permitted…and vaguely threatening him with blackmail. Kingscholar and Shroud were admittedly the least vocal against it, but they still complained about what a pain it’d be to introduce a new student so close to the end of the school year. And Asim…well he actually thought the idea was great, but then again he never really had the same vicious strike as the other students at NRC.

The Prefect, who had received the information weeks in advance, seemed to be thinking about it still, but if Crowley knew them well enough (and he did), they would agree to give Flamme a second chance the same way their friends had been given one after their overblots.

‘Enough yelling! I did not summon you here to ask for your opinions in this matter but to ask that you collaborate in making mister Flamme’s transfer a smooth one. The transfer has already been approved, he will complete his studies here at NRC and you will make sure each dorm behaves properly and doesn’t try to pick a fight with him, am I clear?’ Crowley didn’t like yelling but Seven know how much his students test his patience during moments like this.

The Dormleaders were momentarily stunned into silence by the Haadmage’s sudden bout of seriousness, key word momentarily.

Kingscholar was the first to recover ‘You can’t be serious, that guy tried to drain everyone’s magic back in October, who’s to say he won’t try again? If he’s anything like us, then he won’t give up so easily’

Surprisingly, Schoenheit seemed to agree with him for once ‘Both Epel and Rook told me about the difficult battle they had to face because of him, and while I can see why Malleus chose to punish him the way he did, that doesn’t mean he should be allowed so close to our students. Have you considered how they will feel if they see him walking around campus like nothing happened?’ That made Crowley pause for a second, not because he was considering Schoenheit’s words mind you, he had already taken into account how prone to violence his dear students are, but rather the fact that he cared so much for their well-being. Oh how touching! Rollo Flamme had yet to arrive and already his students were showing how much he could grow here! How wonderful!

‘Not to mention that even if you want him to join the school, none of us will accept him in our dorms after what he did’ Idia’s voice came surprisingly loud from his tablet, not that it made him any louder than the other students already there, as proven by the fact that his voice was almost immediately drowned by the chorus of ‘yes!’ ‘yeah’ and ‘that’s right!’ coming from the others.

The crowd was getting away from him, he needed to reinforce his authority again ‘Aww guys, c’mon let’s give him a chance, he admitted what he did wrong, so why don’t we help him? I don’t think any of us can say we’ve never made any mistakes, right?’ Asim’s innocent question managed to shut them up. He was right of course, aside from him, they had all overblotted and yet they had all received forgiveness to start again… the pause was enough for Crowley to take control of the conversation again. ‘Young Kalim is right of course, you have all been shown tremendous kindness by the school and your peers and now its time to pay it forward! Mister Flamme will finish his studies here’ he lifted his hand to stop them from commenting anything before he finished speaking ‘But worry not, I am so gracious that none of you will have to worry about housing him in your dorms’ the boys instantly sighed in relief…but quickly widened their eyes when they caught on to what that meant ‘He will join the school as a Ramshackle student’

As expected, the shouting began anew. The Prefect themselves hadn’t seemed too bothered by his choice when he explained the situation, granted maybe they were simply used to him dumping- er sharing his very valuable experience with them but then again they did live in that old dorm alone for the better part of a year. Crowley would never be believed if he said it out loud, but he could tell they were lonely and worried what it’d do for their mental health if they had to remain there alone for the rest of their time in Twisted Wonderland. His thoughts were soon interrupted by Rosehearts shouting ‘Off with your head!’ and the sight of Asim collared and collapsing on the ground.

Oh right, he was worrying about the civil war going on in his office. ‘Like we would ever let that cowardly man live with the Prefect!’ At least they seemed to be in agreement on something… well aside from poor young Asim who lay on the ground confused and collared.

‘If this is your plan to help Flamme, then I’m afraid I’ll have to invoke my power as the future kin-’ It was clear that Draconia had the most power to sway him from his decision, yet he didn’t account for the Headmage’s triumph card: the Prefect. Malleus Draconia was stopped from finishing his sentence by a mere human, magicless at that too, none of the Dorm leaders would’ve believed it if they didn’t see it with their own eyes.

‘Has any of you asked ME what I think about it?’ Their voice was firm and a little angry, clearly frustrated by the ordeal or maybe by the shouting, Crowley had no idea. The Housewardens looked shyly to their feet, clearly embarrassed at being called out like that. Crowley once again was reminded why the Prefect was his favorite student, truly they had so much untapped potential to polish into a shining star, the kind Twisted Wonderland hadn’t seen in thousands of years and he couldn’t be more honored to be the one to guide them in that path.

‘Well Prefect, you seemed to be thinking deeply about this. What do you think?’ He asked to ensure the other students would finally acquiesce, not because he really needed to know, he already knew the answer. He paid attention when it was necessary and could tell the Prefect had made up their mind the second the other Housewardens said they wouldn’t accept Flamme in their dorms.

They took a deep breath, the other students leaned in in expectation, their ears/speakers tuning in...

‘Rollo Flamme is more than welcome to join Ramshackle dorm as a student to finish his education’ Their statement was immediately followed by outraged gasps and “what?!”s, much to the Headmage’s delight.

‘Wonderful! I’ll inform Noble Bell College at once, you can expect mister Flamme to join you by the end of the week so be sure to prepare accordingly’ His voice was finally back to its usual chipper tone and the Housewardens deflated, knowing there was nothing else they could do now to change either of the two’s minds on the matter.

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The rumors spread quickly around campus: a new student was transferring to Ramshackle dorm in the middle of May. Everybody knew Crowley had to be behind this, it made no sense otherwise, but everyone had their own thoughts on the matter. Especially those who were privy to some of the more…sensitive details of who the student was and what he had done.

Heartslabyul

Ace

He can’t say he likes this dude from what he’s heard of him, while Deuce and Riddle told him some of his better qualities and the Prefect even spoke about how kind he was to them, Ace is still rather pissed about the whole plan to drain the world of magic. He knows they can handle themselves and the Prefect themselves seemed to have been immune to the flower, but that doesn’t change the fact that they were in danger over one of the greatest things in Twisted Wonderland. -He refuses to admit that he feels a bit guilty from not being there to help them, they’re a team after all-

If this Rollo guy is joining NRC then he better be cool, no more insane plans nor betrayals or whatever. It feels like every week they’re dealing with some crazy shenanigan -many caused by him and Grim- and he’d rather have some peace in these last few months. Besides that, he promised the Prefect that he’d be cool so he’ll behave, but he still has some choice words for him over the way he endangered his friends.

Just because he doesn’t plan to harass this guy doesn’t mean he won’t keep an eye on him, after all the Prefect’s his friend and they are magicless. This Rollo guy may hate magic but he’s not above using it from what Riddle told him and Ace will be damned if he doesn’t help protect his friends now that he can reach them. He’s sure that Riddle and Deuce will agree with him, so he plans to pay a few extra visits on the days after Rollo’s arrival to remind him that the Prefect has people on their corner who won’t hesitate to fight him if he tries anything.

Cater

Cater is a bit curious about this guy, mostly because he comes from a different school. He also feels some pity, knowing how hard it can be moving to another city or school and having to make friends from scratch, but he’s not naive. The reason Rollo has to leave his home is because he committed a grave crime, and while Cater himself wasn’t affected Riddle and Deuce were, so he’ll be forgiven for not having the best view of him.

Cater is a friendly guy, he craves to have deep friendships and while he doubts Rollo will become his friend, it wouldn’t hurt to be friendly at least to maintain some peace with the underclassmen who he wants to believe are his friends. Besides, it’ll be a good excuse to keep an eye on him in case he comes to clash with some of the other students, like Riddle or Ace. So, Cater will use his experience moving from place to place to try and help Rollo acclimate to NRC, he’s sure the Prefect will appreciate having some backup there.

He reminded the Prefect that they have his number in case of an emergency, even if it’s the middle of the night. He’ll come, just like they’ve come to his help when he needed it. Cater isn’t much of a fighter but he can always bring the cavalry if worst comes to happen, he’s sure Riddle wouldn’t cut off their heads for waking him up during an emergency.

Trey

Trey is unsure about Rollo. He heard from Riddle and Deuce what happened but he also heard from Lilia about his…issues. As an older brother he can sympathize with the grief he carries but he can’t exactly fathom going to such lengths for revenge. He supposes that actually makes him rather similar to some students in NRC after all, huh? A complicated man with some good and bad qualities.

Trey is already stressing a little from all the mediating he’s sure he’ll have to do once Rollo arrives. A new student so close to finishing the year means rumors means someone eventually will hear about what happened back at the City of Flowers means someone will want to enact revenge or something. And while Riddle may have a better handle on his students than most other dorm leaders, he himself is prone to anger which won’t set a good example and that’s not even accounting for Ace and his protective side. At any rate, he simply hopes it’s his own nerves getting the best of him and everything will be alright.

As for him joining Ramshackle, well Trey has nothing much to say there. Heartslabyul has no room for more students so they can hardly attempt to sway the Headmage, besides from what he’s heard of Rollo he may actually have an easier time adapting to NRC under the guidance of the magicless Prefect, so he’ll support them to the best of his ability. Maybe he’ll drop by with a tart to check up on them sometime during the week. And if he uses the opportunity to scour any potential danger well that’s between him and whatever he may or may not find.

Deuce

Deuce accepted Rollo’s fate without much fuss, his senpais know better after all. Still he has some worries about him. He feels a bit guilty about this, given that he himself doesn’t have the cleanest past yet his friends have supported him in bettering himself. He wants to believe that Rollo can change, because if he can then Deuce can change too, but so far he still has some issues with his overreliance on violence and that means Rollo will likely struggle too with his hatred of magic.

Deuce doesn’t want to hold what happened in the City of Flowers against Rollo. It’s in the past, but as someone who struggles with changing for the better and who retorts to violence “too much for a model student” (as the Prefect put it), he will have to keep an eye on Rollo. He really, really, really wants to believe he has changed, but Deuce knows change is hard. As such, he will try to help him adapt to NRC as best he can but if he catches him trying something shady again, he won’t hesitate to punch him.

Rollo joining Ramshackle worries Deuce a little. Not so much for what danger he may pose, he remembers how he treated the Prefect better than the rest of them, he’s not blind. Still he can’t help but worry. What if he tries to change their view of magic while they live together? Your view of them? That would surely make him sad, he never considered the possibility of losing a friend! Calm down Deuce, the Prefect’s your friend and they won’t be swayed so easily, Seven know how stubborn they can be. Still, he’ll make sure to drop by with Ace, Jack, Epel, Ortho and Sebek once Rollo arrives to help with the moving and make sure you understand how much they care about you, no matter how many shenanigans they drag you into. You two have been friends since the first week of class and he hopes you’ll still be friends after graduation.

Riddle

Riddle’s view of Rollo Flamme is conflicted. He can appreciate how much dedication he put into his studies and his duties as the school council president. Riddle himself is a very dedicated student. However, he also remembers how terrified he was once the Crimson Flowers had begun sapping their magic and when the Prefect fell down that hole…he doesn’t want to think of what could’ve happened. Even during the overblots, Riddle had never been quite so afraid for the magicless student’s safety. And then there was the whole Rollo fixing the ball by himself… Riddle is very, very conflicted. In the end, he guesses people can be multifaceted so perhaps Malleus’ punishment was for the better.

Seeing how Rollo is a good student, he supposes he’ll give him the benefit of the doubt and offer to help him study in case he gets overwhelmed by all these changes. But he won’t spare him any sympathies, if he wants to atone for his crime then he’ll fulfill his responsibilities as a student as well as would’ve done in Noble Bell. Riddle doesn’t let the Prefect slack off and so he expects the same level of commitment from Rollo as someone with magic who actually hails from this world.

Despite his unwillingness to admit it, everyone in Heartslabyul could see how upset Riddle was knowing Rollo would be joining Ramshackle dorm. He doesn’t worry about the responsibilities they’ll have to carry now, he knows the Prefect can handle it (and if it gets too much he’s happy to -spend time with them- help) but he has a bad feeling about this. -No it’s not him being jealous, Cater, cease your teasing this instant or it’s off with your head- Riddle just worries about the Prefect. What if Rollo tries something in the middle of the night? What if this is not him wanting a second chance to do better but to attempt his plan again? He needs to be ready, there’s no doubt in his mind about it. He’ll need to time again how long it takes him to reach Ramshackle running, he’d do it in a broom but the Queen’s rule #150 forbids flying on a broom in the middle of the night without singing a song for a hedgehog first and during an emergency that just won’t do. It’s fine though, last time he timed his running time to Ramshackle it took him 18 minutes, not great but he can do better if he puts his mind to it.

Savanaclaw

Jack

Jack has no real opinion of Rollo. Ruggie shared an abbreviated version of the events of the City of Flowers but not some of the most crucial details -for obvious reasons-. He supposes that Rollo must be alright if he was the student council president, one must have good grades and be responsible to be in that position. He can respect that. But his plans to sap away people’s magic doesn’t sit right with him given how hard he has trained to be a good mage. All in all, his opinion is neutral in comparison to the rest of his friends.

Jack won’t go out of his way to help Rollo feel better in NRC, he has his own things to worry about but if the Prefect asks him for help he can lend a hand, that's what friends are for right? At least that’s what the Prefect told him whenever he needed help with something. At any rate, if Rollo was good enough to be student council president then he probably won’t need that much help from them anyways.

Jack won’t admit it to just anyone but he has a route already established to get to Ramshackle as fast as required. Ever since the attack on the lonesome dorm, he has been preparing in case of another emergency, Seven know how many times an emergency has occurred just in the first few months. Still he hopes nothing bad happens, after all the Prefect came back in the best shape out of everyone invited to the symposium, that has to mean something, right? Sigh he’ll have his broom ready, the Prefect may have a good gut when it comes to danger but it’s often overshadowed by their bleeding heart and he’d rather not have to carry them to the infirmary in the middle of the night.

Ruggie

Ruggie’s opinion of Rollo didn’t change too much between the beginning of their trip and the ending. He knows Rollo is a smart guy, easy to respect by his peers and hiding something less than savory. He knows the type, hell half of the students here ARE the type. Rollo’s nothing special. But he can appreciate his commitment to his goal, if anything, Ruggie himself works hard to achieve his goal: get money, shishishi.

He doesn’t hold grudges, where he comes from that would mean he would have enemies everywhere and no contacts whatsoever. Hell it would mean he’d have to hold things against Leona, and while he likes to remind him of his debts once in a while to indulge when he goes shopping for the prince, it’s never about holding him accountable. As such, Ruggie will treat Rollo the same way he would any other student…as a possible mark for swindling. What? He’s not a model student, shishishi, just be glad he won’t try to hurt him or something like that.

Oof the Prefect will have a dorm mate? Too bad, he liked hiding there whenever he needed to relax a little and eat whatever the Prefect offered. He supposes that just because they’ll have a dorm mate it doesn’t mean he can’t still do those things but Rollo may not be great company to have when one wants to relax. He does hope they can cohabit well enough, Ruggie is more of a runner than a fighter, so if the Prefect needs help he can’t do much to defend them but maybe he can nudge Leona in that direction…

Leona

Leona himself hadn’t met Rollo but from Ruggie’s recounting of events, he didn’t like him. The plan alone wasn’t enough to warrant his anger though, oh no what angered him was how he used his position as leader to try and hurt everyone, including his own students. Even if he tries to make it seem like he doesn’t care at all, Leona has a lot of opinions on things, especially leadership given that he knows he’d be a better leader than Farena, so he doesn't like it when someone gets a position like that and misuses it.

As if it weren’t enough with the horned bastard, now he’ll have to share classes with some self-hating pyromaniac. Great. He could just take a nap right now from how bothersome this is. Leona won’t help Rollo to get comfortable here, on the contrary he’ll make his life harder if he can, there’s no way he won’t have fun by messing with the transfer student. Besides, better him than other, rowdier Savanaclaw students.

He won’t admit it but he doesn’t really have to, it’s obvious to anyone who knows him well enough that he’s really pissed about the whole Ramshackle situation. Leona doesn’t visit the dorm often, but he does like using the Herbivore as a pillow with some regularity. How is this a problem? Simple, the Herbivore is generally a responsible person, and having a new student so close to the end of the year means they’ll have to keep a close eye on Rollo, which means less time to spend doing nothing with Leona. Now Leona won’t complain openly like a spoiled child, but he still holds some resentment towards Rollo just from the idea that he’ll take some of his limited time with the Herbivore away.

Octavinelle

Azul

Azul had a mostly favorable view of Rollo before he unleashed the flowers. To be true, he still has a mostly good view of him. Rollo is hardworking, cultured, smart and unafraid to dirty his hands to achieve his goals. Azul can respect him for those qualities. However he also didn’t like having to run up the Bell Tower while escaping some flowers to try and stop him from taking away his magic, one of his most precious assets. Then there’s the whole…redemption thing. Azul himself can’t fully get behind that, it seems rather dishonest to the man they met but he won’t judge, after all he can appreciate someone with an eye for opportunity.

Now don’t get him wrong, Azul may have a somewhat negative view of Rollo, but that doesn’t mean they can’t make business. In fact, Rollo is someone so smart and resourceful that Azul would love making a deal with him! If Rollo needs help with anything adapting to his new life as an NRC student, he’ll be more than happy to help…provided he repays the favor someway…perhaps by helping him design some treats and dishes based on the City of Flowers’ cuisine? After all, he remembers how delicious and pretty the food looked, yes Azul is sure having those treats will attract some new customers to Mostro Lounge.

Despite his business ideas, Azul has to keep his own interests in mind too. While he may gain some benefits from making deals with Rollo, there’s also a big possibility that the Prefect will have to spend much of their free time helping him adapt and keep calm with any students that may want to mess with him -like Floyd and Jade-. How is this an issue? Well, it isn’t. Azul has accounted for the possibility and decided that he’ll be most benevolent and lend the Prefect a hand if they get overwhelmed and all he’ll ask for in return is some help tasting dishes with him at Mostro Lounge. Hmm? A date? Well if that’s what you want to call it he won’t protest...besides he needs to ensure the twins don’t get difficult because their time with the Prefect is reduced, he refuses to lose revenue over their destructive moods.

Floyd

Floyd is curious, very curious about this Rollo guy. At first he sounded lame, given his serious and stoic facade, but after hearing about his plan and how he made Sea Slug sweat when trying to defeat him, well that got his interest. Floyd gets even more jealous when he hears about the battle in the Bell Tower and decides to trash the Lounge some more.

Oh? He’s coming to NRC? Great! That means he’ll get a chance to fight him and see for himself the man who made even Sea Slug worked up. Floyd is ecstatic! He’s so happy about it that he works twice as fast during his shift…until he realizes he’ll have to wait another couple of days before he can actually meet the guy and then his mood sours. Azul reprimanded him but there’s nothing to fix his mood right now, he doesn’t feel like working anymore so he won’t.

What do you mean he’s sharing a dorm with Shrimpy? That doesn’t make sense, he’s dangerous and Shrimpy’s so small and weak... No, wait! This is actually perfect! Shrimpy is so much fun, like when they get scared or when they accept his squeezes or when they try to play pranks on him heehee ~ with this new dorm mate Ramshackle is bound to be twice as fun, right? And if that’s not the case, well then he can just squeeze the guy, he’s sure Shrimpy won’t mind~

Jade

Jade was admittedly upset that he didn’t get to visit the City of Flowers during the symposium. Once he learned that the group had been victims of a once extinct flower? He gets even more upset, and has to partake in some more wanton destruction with his brother. Once he calmed down, he evaluated what Azul told them about Rollo Flamme and came to the conclusion he was dangerous but ultimately uninteresting. He’s nothing special compared to other students in NRC but he does respect the skill it must have required to bring the Crimson Flower back from extinction.

Knowing Rollo Flamme will join them on campus shortly, Jade sees an opportunity to learn, and he does so love learning. In particular about the plants and mountains that grow in dry land that he would have never seen back home. Rollo Flamme must know a thing or two about plants if he was able to cultivate the Crimson Flowers for his plan, so he’ll ask him for some tips and maybe even learn some of his secrets, Azul clearly left some details of their fight out and Jade is ever so curious about it.

He’s not particularly concerned with Rollo sharing a dorm with the Prefect, after all they’ve proven to be quite resourceful more than once in their time here, surviving several overblots and the weekly and daily shenanigans of their friends. Still, while he keeps an eye on the lonesome dorm for his own amusement, much like Floyd he has experience dealing with…troublesome customers and isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty if needed. Sigh he won’t relish the violence, truly! But the Prefect is the perfect partner to hike mountains and marvel at this new world they’ve recently gotten to explore, so if he has to squeeze Rollo he will. But seriously, he won’t enjoy it one bit.

Scarabia

Kalim

Kalim was very worried about Jamil after he heard what happened during their visit to the City of Flowers, however as soon as he checked that his best friend was uninjured and still had magic, he relaxed. He may not have met Rollo personally, but he has always been a very forgiving person and so he hoped Rollo would redeem himself eventually. And from what Rook told him about the ball, Kalim thinks he’s on his way to redemption.

Oh, a new student! Kalim is so excited he can barely sit still. He wholly supports the idea of him enrolling the school and getting his rehabilitation here, with all the students who overcame overblots. He’ll do his best to help him and make him feel welcomed. Hey he’ll even ask the rest of Scarabia to help too! That way Rollo will see that he has people to rely on here!

Kalim sees nothing wrong with Rollo joining Ramshackle, really! He’s a bit bummed that he won’t get to meet the new student when he arrives, since he’s scheduled to arrive late at night, but he’ll make sure to organize a nice welcome banquet to make him feel welcomed and to ensure the Prefect knows he’s got their back! He already knows what he’d like the menu to have so Rollo can try some of the foods the Scalding Sands have to offer! And Jamil even said it was alright! So don’t worry Prefect, he’ll make sure you all spend a great evening and get to know each other well, and if you need anything don’t hesitate to come here, he and Jamil have so much experience with helping students that he’s sure they can give some advice if you ever feel lost.

Jamil

Jamil could appreciate Rollo Flamme for his hard working nature, his intelligence, his seriousness and his dedication to his position. However, the moment the facade broke, his opinion of him changed. Not too drastically, mind you, Jamil is not naive. He could see there was something off about him but he couldn’t place it until it was too late…and that bothered him a lot. Had Kalim been there, his parents would have reprimanded him so much for failing to see the danger and protect him. And that’s not even counting how dangerous it could’ve gotten for the Prefect even if they were immune to the flower’s effects. In short, Rollo Flamme ruined one of the few trips Jamil had without Kalim -ergo where he could relax for real- and he wouldn’t forgive that so easily. Jamil can hold a grudge for a long time…

What do you mean Rollo is joining NRC as a student?! Rollo is dangerous! He almost drained the whole city, the whole world, of magic! Jamil hates how Kalim asks that everybody be helpful to the new student. Sure, he’ll do it because it’s an order, but he won’t be happy about it. He only hopes Rollo ends up not needing others’ help with studying or protecting himself from other students, Jamil would actually scream if he had to go and save him from danger after what he did to them.

Oh he really, really hates this guy. Rollo Flamme gets to sleep in Ramshackle with the Prefect? Sure, the dorm even with all the repairs still doesn’t compare to a proper dorm like one of the seven, but it’s the principle of the matter. He has come to associate his time in Ramshackle as something sacred, after all there he gets to relax, be himself and just enjoy the Prefect’s company without worrying about it reaching his parents ears or having to share their attention with others. Now this shady guy comes in and ruins that too because of course he does, Jamil can never have anything. Fine, he’ll indulge Kalim’s banquet whims this time around but simply because he wants to gauge Rollo’s intentions. In Scarabia he’ll have the advantage of being in known ground whereas Rollo will be in completely new territory, his territory. Needless to say, if Jamil catches even a whiff of a harmful thought from Rollo, he’ll be on him like Grim on free food. Jamil has no qualms with disposing of him if he hurts his crush his friend the person who most helps him with his responsibilities around campus…also because it’d be an added headache if Rollo inadvertently put Kalim in danger, his parents would never let him hear the end of it.

Pommefiore

Vil

He is understandably miffed with Rollo Flamme. He put his dear students, his friends, in danger, he almost sapped their magic away and worse he could’ve endangered the whole world! His selfishness, anger and hatred were far from beautiful and Vil would be damned if he ever let Epel, the Prefect or Rook get close to him again without him there to protect them.

Crowley clearly didn’t care much about his students if he was so ready to let a man like Rollo Flamme join Night Raven College. Still, just because the Headmage was an incompetent man it doesn’t mean he has to be the same. Vil won’t lower his guard around this man, no matter what the Prefect says. He won’t be rude or anything, but don’t expect him to come running if he needs help with something, Vil still remembers how exhausted Epel and Rook were upon their return from what was supposed to be a safe school trip.

If the Prefect wants to give him a second chance, then by all means they’re welcome to place their trust in Rollo Flamme. Vil is not so naive and he makes sure to remind them that they have his number if an emergency arises. While he praised his friends for their bravery and determination in the face of danger, he still has nightmares once in a while about not being there to protect them. This time it’ll be different. Now that the proverbial lion is here, Vil will make sure to keep an eye on him just as Malleus suggested. This time he’ll protect them, all of them.

Rook

Roi du Mouchoir left quite the impression on Rook. Never had he seen such an awful yet beautiful sight in his life. The City of Flowers, engulfed in the Crimson Flower, everyone around them fainting from the magic drainage, the Prefect screaming in fear as they fell… Rook is a man who can find beauty anywhere and while he can see the beauty in Roi du Mouchoir’s dedication, no, obsession with his ideals, he can’t get behind his plan at all. To this day he still has an awful feeling when he thinks back to that moment when they thought they’d lose their magic.

Just because he has some negative memories of Roi du Mouchoir doesn’t mean he won’t support Trickster’s endeavor to rehabilitate him. Why, to lend a hand and learn more about how Roi du Mouchoir really thinks and works, that would be a beautiful privilege. Especially if it means he gets to keep tabs on how the rest of the campus reacts to the new student. Rook predicts that at least some of them will try to cause trouble and he’d rather make sure monsieur Pommette won’t be one of them. Rook just knows some of the freshmen will want to test the waters, he has been watching how the freshmen react to people endangering their dear friend

Rook is a hunter and a concerned friend, so he’ll be forgiven for keeping an even closer eye on Ramshackle for the first few days or weeks Roi du Mouchoir stays there. Certainly, Rook tends to keep an eye there just in case Trickster does something beautiful (which happens often in his opinion) but for the next two to three weeks he’ll make sure their safety is his priority. Rollo Flamme has proven to be dangerous once and Rook may be very affable but he still has an arrow with his name if the need arises.

Epel

The trip was fun until those darned flowers started spreading everywhere. Sure he appreciated the praise from Rook and Vil after the fact, who doesn’t like recognition of your strength and bravery? But that doesn’t completely make up for the pain, the fear and the exhaustion. He doesn’t hold a grudge against Rollo, not more than Deuce at least. He wishes he could’ve punched him in the face but at least Rollo made up by fixing the lecture hall so everyone could enjoy the ball.

He’s been warned by Vil to keep distance from Rollo once he arrives on campus. Epel resents the idea that he can’t handle a guy like Rollo but he’ll listen to Vil since he can see his worry comes from a place of caring. Besides, he doesn’t need to get in trouble with the teachers, he doesn’t want to compete with Ace and Deuce for the top troublemaking post in their friend group.

Epel doesn’t like the idea of the Prefect sharing a dorm with Rollo one bit. Yeah, sure, he can keep from fighting Rollo on Vil’s orders but if he ever so much as does anything to arouse suspicion he won’t hesitate to punch him to the moon and back. Epel may not be the biggest guy in school, but he’s got plenty of fighting experience and he’s even gotten better at fighting Vil! And he plans to use that strength to help protect his friends if the worst were to happen. He’s sure Vil won’t punish him too much if he knows it was to keep his friends safe, right?

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Idia

Idia thinks this is really bothersome. First they have to visit a very bright city to meet a bunch of strangers, then they have to climb that damned tower while being chased by those flowers, then they have to fight Rollo in his first and second phase, then they have to sing in front of everybody. Ugh he really wished he hadn’t been selected by that stupid lottery, stupid Rollo and his stupid schemes but at least that was all over…

Nope, no, absolutely no. Idia is not dealing with this guy again. Since the Headmage expects there to be trouble around Rollo joining this late in the year, Idia will be forgiven for avoiding him, right? He just wants to attend his classes, his club meetings and maybe visit Ramshackle once in a while, when nobody else is there but the Prefect and Grim-shi. The most he’ll do for Rollo is ignore him and be polite if he talks to him first. Idia might be interacting more with people IRL but he has his limits and he’s sure being friendly with Rollo is one of them.

Wait no, Rollo is actually joining Ramshackle, huh? Sigh, what a bother. Well he supposes he could let some of his drones out near Ramshackle at night just in case there’s an emergency. Not that he expects anything to happen but you know, just in case. After all, S.T.Y.X had to pay for the dorm’s repairs and he even got the Prefect that console…and they actually played together every week! They’ve gotten really good! It’d be pretty sad to lose a gaming buddy over some lame guy who wants some revenge on the world for his own guilt. And he doesn't even want to think what’d happen to Ortho if his plan were enacted here, he refuses. So, he’ll keep an eye, he may not go himself to check on the Prefect but he’ll be sure to let the other dorm leaders know, they’ll be better at dealing with the actual confrontation than him anyways.

Ortho

Ortho doesn’t actually know what happened in the City of Flowers. He asked but all people would tell him were heavily censored stories. He was glad to know his brother actually sang in front of a room full of people and even enjoyed it! But he also wished someone would tell him why everybody was so tired when they returned to the campus. Oh well, he’s curious to know Rollo Flamme, the person whose invitation made his dear brother leave his comfort zone a bit. Once he knows what happened, Ortho is a bit more cautious. He doesn’t like the people who try to hurt his brother but he also knows how important second chances are, he and his brother got them and so should Rollo.

Ortho is a friendly kid, he’ll help Rollo to the best of his capabilities but he also understands that he may not be welcomed, considering his views on magic. It doesn’t matter, he’ll try and if it doesn’t work, well at least Rollo will know he doesn’t hold a grudge for what he did to his Big Brother.

Ortho loves visiting Ramshackle with his brother and with his friends! Of course he’ll drop by whenever he has the chance. He’ll make sure to check up on the Prefect and see if maybe Rollo wants to become friends! He’s heard that having a common friend can help with developing those relationships. And if Rollo hasn’t changed his ways, well his canon takes less time to charge now than it did before, so don’t fear Prefect, Ortho’s on the case!

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Malleus

Malleus is somewhat happy with how things turned out after the masquerade. He has a rival! That’s good, right? Lilia says it’ll be good for him to have a rival, it helps build character and such. Also the trip was enjoyable…at least when everybody wasn’t in danger of losing their magic. He got to see new sights, he danced with his Child of Man and he met many gargoyles who even gave him a nickname. All in all, even if Flamme’s invitation was fake, Malleus will take the whole ordeal as a victory and for that he is grateful to the boy.

Now when it comes to Flamme joining Night Raven College, well that’s a different story. Malleus deep down thought the boy wouldn’t be brave enough to admit his crime but it seems he was wrong. Even then he never expected this outcome. He is…troubled. On the one hand, having his rival here could prove to be fun, most people are so afraid of him that he never gets to have some friendly competition in classes or events. On the other hand, Flamme could prove to be dangerous if left to his own devices, after all he had admitted to him that he hadn’t given up on his plans. He supposes this means he’ll have to keep an eye on him, just in case.

Realizing that Flamme would be sharing a dorm with his Child of Man has Malleus seething with fury. He wants to protect them, of course but the Child of Man, sensing his displeasure, made sure to talk with him before they left the Headmage’s office. They made him promise he would behave once Flamme arrived and to not harass them in the dorm. Now Malleus could have just refused, he is the prince of Briar Valley after all, but the look in their eyes told him this was important for their friendship so he acquiesced. He promised to not harm Rollo Flamme unless he attacked him first and he would keep his word, and because his dear Child of Man is so clever, his loyal guards were also beholden to his promise. Well he supposes if Flamme behaves as well, they can be civil with each other, so long as he doesn’t interpose in his nightly talks with the Child of Man.

Silver

Silver wasn’t the happiest with the punishment but if Lord Malleus deemed it sufficient, he’d accept it. He wouldn’t give it anymore thought than that, after all the situation had been solved and the ball was back on. That was enough for Silver to relax, knowing they hadn’t failed their Lord and that his father wouldn’t have to worry about any of them being hurt.

Once Rollo joins NRC as a student, Silver will have to make sure to keep his condition under better wraps lest something happens while he is sleeping somewhere. That could be disastrous. He’s stressing about the prospect already and he still hasn’t arrived. And while his father has told him to be welcoming, Silver can’t exactly relax when he remembers how everyone had to fight tooth and nail the whole night just to get Lord Malleus, Azul and Idia to the Bell of Salvation. He’ll make an effort of course, but he doubts it’ll be that easy.

He can’t say he is very close to the Prefect when compared to their other friends but he does know how dear they are to his Lord and to Sebek and for them he will make sure to keep an eye on Ramshackle whenever he has the time. Maybe even take a couple extra rounds over there with the excuse of looking for Lord Malleus, just to ensure they are staying safe.

Sebek

At first Sebek respected Rollo for his intelligence and diligence but once the mask fell, his opinion changed completely. Sebek accepted easily the punishment the Young Master had chosen for the insolent human but that didn’t change his opinion of him. He thought the human to be foolish, untrustworthy and dangerous and he was glad they were leaving the City of Flowers with as few injuries as they had.

On orders of the Young Master, Sebek will remain polite and hope that Rollo Flamme has changed for the better. He doubts it but nobody needs to know that. Who knows, maybe in the time since they last met he has come to see the wisdom in Lord Malleus’ words and has reflected upon his crimes. Whatever the case, Sebek has promised to behave and that means he’ll help Rollo Flamme if he must but he very much wishes that never happens.

Much like his Young Master, Sebek was unhappy with the human’s placement in Ramshackle. Sure they had their ups and downs, they sometimes got on each others’ nerves (according to Ace) but he considered the Prefect a friend and the dorm a safe haven for when he needed to rest or have fun without fear of blemishing his Lord’s name. So he’ll be very vigilant, as is his duty to his lord and his friends. Sebek is nothing if not dutiful.

Lilia

He actually had considered that Malleus and the kids could be in danger at some point during the trip, so he wasn’t totally surprised when he heard of what happened. He was however very concerned about a magic draining flower thought to be extinct, in particular because fae are beings of magic and so the flower could prove lethal to them. Still, he’s glad that the boys could solve it together and even bond a little with some of the other students over almost dying. Inadvertently, Rollo Flamme gave his boys some invaluable experience and for that he is grateful, even under all the worry of what could have been.

Lilia is both happy and concerned about Rollo joining NRC. This is a great opportunity to learn about the infamous man directly from the source, but it’s also very likely his boys will be very stressed with a walking, talking reminder of what transpired in the City of Flowers. He can only imagine how they feel exactly, with him seeming cool on the surface, but worried just the littlest bit underneath, so he’ll try to lead by example and be civil with Rollo. He’ll be as welcoming as he can but he’ll also fulfill his duty as a mentor, a guardian and a father. There’s no way he’ll let his children be hurt again, not when he can do something to avoid it.

If the Prefect starts hearing odd tappings on the windows or ceilings of Ramshackle, there’s nothing to worry about, it’s just him paying a visit to make sure everything is honky dory. He’ll just pop in, check up on the Prefect and Rollo, maybe scare them both a little, steal some snacks for his gaming sessions and go back to Diasomnia. And if he perceives the Prefect to be in danger, well he is a war veteran with lots of fighting experience, he’s sure he’ll be able to handle one human teenager by himself.

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So…the Prefect may not have thought this through… Scratch that, they did think it through, they just expected their friends to be more mature about this whole thing.

The Prefect was currently sitting on the couch, eyes closed, a hand pinching the bridge of their nose and their teeth gritted as they fought the incoming migraine from all the questions and shouts attacking them from every side.

‘Guys! Please shut up, I can barely make out what you’re saying!’ they screamed to be heard above the rest and while it worked, the nature of NRC students is that they always want to be on top so just a second later Ace, Epel, Sebek and Grim were speaking over each other with Floyd attempting to grab their attention by squeezing them. Maybe they should switch jobs with Jamil or Ruggie for a day, it’d be way less stressful.

‘How can you just accept that guy in Ramshackle after what he did to you all? He’s dangerous!’ Ace’s concern was actually heartwarming. Even if he tried to appear cool and unbothered, he always had their backs whenever someone had trouble…although 8 out of 10 times he was responsible for the trouble, but hey it’s the thought that counts.

‘Ace’s right Prefect. I know ya like givin’ people second chances an’ all, ’s very noble of ya but ya don’t have ta do this. Rollo signed his own sentence when he tried ta take our magic away’ Epel was fuming, clearly trying to contain his accent so the others would better understand what he was trying to say. The Prefect remembered how exhausted he looked when they reconvened after the city was saved. Riddle mentioned how much magic he had used to keep both himself and Riddle safe, Epel may still want to be tall and muscular like Vargas or the boys from Savanaclaw but he had grit and determination like few and that made him more of a man in their eyes than anyone else he liked to compare himself to.

‘Henchman, you can’t just offer a room to some shady guy without consulting with me first! What if he tries to make me do chores without magic! Or worse, what if he steals my tuna!’ the Prefect, admittedly, hadn’t really thought that Grim would think too much about this. Given that he often got them in trouble and also tended to be of little help when repairing Ramshackle back in the day (in fact he more often than not ended up creating more ruins to fix), the Prefect understandably considered that Grim would just shrug and demand some type of payment (tuna cans most likely) in exchange for his agreement to the new dorm mate. This reaction was along that line, except…except Grim was giving them a look far too serious to be of the troublesome cat they had gotten to know since they first awoke in Twisted Wonderland.

‘Look, I appreciate the concern, really. I know you’re all worried because of what he did but considering some of the things that I’ve experienced since coming here, I really think I can handle Rollo if he turns out to still be trying to eradicate magic from the world’ their smile was warm in an attempt to soothe their worries. From the looks in their eyes it wasn’t working so they kept talking ‘Besides, I know who to call if I have trouble. Between Idia stationing his drones just outside’ Ortho looked up happily, clearly seeing nothing wrong with the breach of privacy ‘Rook coming over so often to stare through the windows’ Epel stifled a laugh, remembering the many times they had to shake his trail of the group so they could hang out without worrying about their shenanigans making their way to Vil and the other Dorm leaders ‘Not to mention Tsunotarou visiting almost nightly’ at this Sebek almost started another adoring rant about his Young Master but was quickly silenced by everyone around him covering his mouth ‘I really think I have nothing to fear. I want to give Rollo this opportunity to get better the same way our friends have gotten that chance after the overblots. And the only reason I feel comfortable doing this is because I know how much you all are taking care of me’ the Prefect squeezed Floyd’s hand a little and he responded by laughing and hiding his face on the crook of their neck.

‘Human, I appreciate the sentiment, and our visit was in part to remind you that we will always be here to help you’ Sebek began talking in the solemn voice he usually reserved only for Malleus. ‘But we also wanted to make sure you weren’t being blackmailed by the Headmage, we know how often he likes to pile his duties onto you’ Jack had finally decided to speak and it seemed like his words reflected the group’s hidden concerns.

Ah, so that was why they kept asking the same thing over and over. Hmmmm maybe they should explain the real reason why they wanted to give Rollo a chance? It was a gamble but a gamble that the freshmen could understand better than anyone else from all of the friends they’d made in the past year, given how close they had grown through their adventures. The Prefect sighed and let go of Floyd, signaling for him to pay attention with the rest.

‘The truth is…after the VDC I realized how lonesome this place really is’ Ace, Deuce and Epel looked just the tiniest bit guilty, as if they thought it was their fault for dragging them to the competition. ‘After spending some months here with just Grim and the ghosts, I had sort of gotten used to the loneliness but…after having so many people coming in and out everyday for a month…it made it more prevalent. And I don’t blame you guys, despite how hard Vil’s training was I had so much fun, getting to share conversations over breakfast, complaining over how long it took someone to use the bathroom, the attempts at sleepovers. It was great…but I can’t have that anymore unless I somehow get new students in Ramshackle’ the Prefect laughed when they remembered all of those moments with the NRC Tribe, and the boys thought they could somewhat understand the sentiment their friend was describing.

Even if they shared bedrooms with other students, it was undeniable that the first couple of nights were odd, sharing a bedroom with a stranger, not really having something to talk about, trying to get their footing in this new environment.

Floyd kept thinking about getting used to walking on legs and how cool it was and was reminded that Shrimpy had to get used to a world full of magic while having none of their own. Yes, they all understood to a degree… And yet, they couldn’t really understand.

The Prefect had nobody else in the dorm, at least nobody alive and humanoid but also was stranded in a foreing world, with no way to contact their family and friends back home. If they ever got nostalgic, they just had to deal with it while the rest could call home or write or even visit their families during the holidays. Grim himself didn’t even have memories of a family to miss, to him his henchman and the idiot quintet was his family, but he remembered how he felt when he was kidnaped and alone in that dark place, and suddenly it all made sense.

The Prefect looked at them, trying to gauge their reactions but all they could see were the gears turning in their heads. Even Floyd was uncharacteristically quiet.

‘Alright henchman, I give you my permission to have Rollo as a Ramshackle student, but if he tries to eat any of my tuna cans I’ll teach him a lesson! He needs to remember who’s in charge here’ Grim’s smug smile made the Prefect chuckle while Ace and Epel rolled their eyes. At this point, they had grown tired of telling Grim he wasn’t anybody’s boss.

‘If Shrimpy is feeling lonely, you can always visit me and Jade in Octavinelle or we can come here! And have sleepovers and play pranks on people! But if you want that guy to stay here, that’s fine by me, double the fun whenever I come to see you hee hee~’ the Prefect had the suspicion that he indeed didn’t care too much about Rollo living here, but the look in his eyes told them that his plans for Rollo were the kind of fun that had their first aid kit so low on supplies. Oh well, maybe Rollo will be able to bore him enough with his strictness that he won’t try to rile him up whenever he visits.

Sebek and Deuce for their part had approached and were looking as serious as ever ‘Human, I can sympathize with your feelings and I know our visits can’t make up for the daily companionship of dorm mates, but I ask that you remain vigilant. Rollo Flamme is dangerous, not just because of his plans but because he actually has the drive and intelligence to put his plans in motion. So while you may want to believe in his better nature, and I do hope he proves worthy of your faith in him, I urge you call us if at any point you feel afraid, even if he has done nothing’ the Prefect’s smile wavered a little with the emotion warming their heart, Sebek was a loud mouth but he was so caring and honorable it was actually refreshing.

‘What Sebek said, I also want to believe Rollo can be better, but please don’t let him manipulate you. We are here if you ever need us, either to punch someone in the face for bullying you or to talk, we’re not great at this stuff but…we care and I want you to always remember that Prefect’ from the look on his face, Deuce had struggled to find the words to say what he felt but seeing how the others nodded in agreement just as solemnly, it was clear he had found just the right ones.

The Prefect couldn’t hold it any longer, they spread their arms as wide as they could and pulled them all into a strong hug. They could feel some mock resistance but ultimately they all hugged back until it became slightly uncomfortable due to the height differences and the weather.

‘Thanks guys, really. It means a lot that you’re here. And don’t worry, just because I’ll have new responsibilities helping Rollo, it doesn’t mean I’ll neglect you all, you’re still my first priority’ they gave each and every one of them a look of reassurance but the group of boys made quiet murmurs of ‘who said we were worried about that?’ while trying to hide their faces… well all except for Grim, Ortho and Floyd who beamed happily. It’s kind of funny how flustered they can get whenever the Prefect reminds them of their bond, as if they weren’t the ones often rushing into danger to keep them safe, as if they all didn’t choose to spend time together studying or eating lunch or goofing around. Oh well, the nature of the boys of NRC was that while they may care a whole lot, they still have to look cool for their own reputation.

The rest of the evening flew by with the group making dinner, playing board games until Ortho demolished them or Floyd threw the board in boredom and chatting about anything other than the new student.

They’d be fine, the Prefect knew they could rely on their friends and the boys knew they could trust in the Prefect’s judgment. And if worst comes to worst, well they all have plenty of experience fighting overblots, bullies and housewardens to make Rollo run for the hills.

Phew what a doosey. If you got this far, have a cookie 🍪, hope you enjoyed this, I plan to write more for the Ramshackle dorm (both as part 2 of this story and as drabbles or scenes to complement this one) as well as the rest of the cast. I have too many ideas to organize but I fortunately have enough experience with my D&D notes that I think I can parse through them in a somewhat timely manner.

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Rodolfo/Alejandro

NSFW: Blow jobs

Staring forward in the mission briefing taking notes not expecting anything, and Alejandro gets jumped by his memories again. Looking at Rodolfo a few rows ahead stoping his note taking. Rudy is looking over his shoulder at him, before looking back front. Alejandro looks down at his notes, a blush creeping up their neck. The memory of the night a few weekends ago. Of Rudy, his best friend, on his knees sucking his dick, while the woman Miranda?, is preparing herself for what's to come. How good it felt, how he nearly came down his friends throat, having to sit with the fact that no woman ever blow him as good. The questions of why Rudy is so good at it, he don't dare to ask, they haven't talked a lot since the threesome and people are asking if they had a fight. They havent, yet, probably would make things easier. But, he can't think about anything else, when he's alone with the other it's get unbearable. The harder he trys to push it away the worse it becomes and Rudy absolutely unbothered, as if he sucks the dick of his fellow soilder all the time. The jealousy he that is burning everytime when thinks about the others that Y blow, is stupid, irrational, not needed. The terrible road of acceptance he's not 100% heterosexual is long and he can't get off it because every exit has bisexuality written on it. Its all Rudy's fault, why did he thought that was necessary to do? The shame after jerking of to the memory, how this one night made his life so fucking complicated and wanking off impossible. So he's in a bad mood all the time, hiding away when ever he can get away with it, haven done a embarrassing amount of am I gay quizes. Reading about the Kinsey scale and trying to figure out where his score is, wondering where Rudy is landing. It's eating him alive he has to talk with his best friend about this soon because after they talked things will go back to normal, right? He feels like he is slowly going insane.

Rudy don't understand the curent one-sided conflict with Ale. A constant aura of hostility radiating of his friend. It got so bad he got pulled in a office by a higher up and forced to talk. They fucking ordered him to tell them. So he told a half truth, that they both tried to get with the same woman and that Alejandro didnt got her. The cometary about teenage behaviour nearly made him roll his eyes so hard he risked them being stucked at the inside of his head. He tried to talk with Ale about the night, but they can't even talk about the weather at the moment, so dropping a casual hey so about the blow job I gave you is out the question. So they don't talk and everybody has to walk on eggshells. He feels, eyes burning holes in his back, he don't need to look over his shoulder to know its Alejandro, he does it anyway. The angry stare, is pushing some of his buttons because he dont think Alejandro fucking Vargas can get more attractive. He took what was probably his only chance of having sex with the other, a guy he has a massive crush on for years. Now he has to pretend, that it was a blowing your fellow soilder blow job. Nothing special when it was special to him. He can only hope that Ale is not disgusted by him being bi and ending their friendship what also negatively effect them working together. He focuses on the map of the compound they are about to raid. Seeing the closet on the 2nd floor, fucking ironic to talk about this in a closet right? Trapping Alejandro somewhere is likely the only chance to talk this out, because as soon as the briefing is over Ale will disapear into thin air.

The time they spend in vehicles is to much, also you are trapped in them. Hes fucking trapped for 4 hours in a airplane and he cant avoid his problem. Rudy is sitting next to him, his usall pre drop off nervousness making his legs bounce, but he sat down next to him as if they are not talking with each other for weeks. As if everything is normal and not everyone is looking at them and silently asking themselves why they are so distant. He cant push the talk any longer, how do you even do this? He never had to do that? What do you even say? Thanks you for the blow job, I didnt expect? Do you compliment the skill? He would never do that to a woman, so why to another man? He needs to get some rest, this whole situation is keeping it up at night. Out of habid he is resting his head on Rudys shoulder, before closing his eyes. Not thinking he will really fall asleep, but still taking as much of rest as he can. Not seeing all the eyes on them, not realsisng how the leg bouncing is shortly stopping, before it starts again. Not realising how some of Rudys nervousness is falling of, that he is basiclly saying what happend is not changing how they work together. That he said very much with a little gesture, slowly drifting into a light sleep.

Rudy trys to act like always sitting down next to Alejando as usally. Geeting pre mission jitters and bouncing his legs, but he has to force himself to not pick up the pace. The unsertenty if the threesome is changeing how they work in the field is eating him up. That everyone is predenting to not watching them to figure out the exact same thing is also not helping. The added external pressure that they dont need and Ale dont even seems to realise. They need to talk, so badly this cant keep going, he had weeks to prepare himself to be able to pretend its just a fellow soilder sexual favor trait. He can do this, he is keeping his feelings at bay for years by now, he can keep doing it. Alejandros head is hitting his shoulder. His legs stop, while the realisition is hitting him. Looks like things in the field are not about to change yet. With him starting to bounce his legs again the whole atmosphere is plane is changing, like every one his daring to breath again. He feels the watchful eyes of the others leave them while Ale is totally unaware falling asleep. They are a perfect team in the field and them breaking apart because of a stupid blow job would honestly mortifying. He looks at the captain who is giving him a approving nod.

They finished clearing the floor, starting to look for intel, they are looking through the office close to the staircase. Rodolfo looking through a bookshelve, while he trys to open the drawer at the desk. Failing miserable his hands being shacky and this stupid cheep lock is way to hard to open. Being so focused on the task he dont hear, that Rudy walked up to him. Waiting for him, to finish his work. He hears the click, opens the drawer, filled with office suplies, the next has some documents in them to look over. He puts them on the desk skipping over them, do desite if this is usefull. Suddenly Rudy, who is a head shorter them him, is pressing against his back, his arms catching him in. His heart tries to leave his ripcage.

"We will talk back at base", Rudy is wispering in his ear and Alejandro has to supress a noice, stiffening. He nods and Rodolfo is stepping back. Walking to the next room. Alejandro is slowly dropping to the ground. Holy shit, his brain is already making up scenarious. He takes several deep breaths he need to finish his god damm job and not thinking about being pinned down against the desk. Not to forget he should not think about MEN in a sexual context, let alone his best friend. He schould think about doing that to a WOMAN, if he has to think about it. He looks over the papers again, pushing his inapropiated thoughs away, like always. Push them down, dont think like this, dont think about it, dont FUCKING think about it, familiar mantra by now. He looks at a page, with transaction on them, folding them, before he puts them away in his back pack. Looking for Rudy finding him in a room full of filing cabints, they will spent the rest of the mission in here, fuck.

Rodolfo is looking at the book titels, and folders on the bookshelf not finding anything. He looks over to Alejandro, who trying to pick a lock, his hand unusally shacky. On every other day, this lock would not cause trouble to the other. He fucked up with impusivly blowing his best friend the consequences of his action very visible. He moves towards the desk, waiting for Ale to finish what hes doing. He listens to the raidio, the team on the forth floor is talking about struggeling to get into the server room. Great, at least the other got the lock open. Exposing a few office suplies, before he pulls some papers out. He so easily could pin Ale against the desk right now and he wants to, so god damm badly. A lot of surfaces would, look better with Alejandro Vargas pinned down on, he shakes the train of thougt of, stepping close to Ale. Pressing himself agaisnt the back in front of him, his arms on the desk, caging the other in, so he cant run away.

"We will talk back at base", he is wispering in Alejandros ear, waiting for a response. Feels how the bigger man is stiffening up before he nods. He supresses the want to say good boy, insteat stepping back, to look for intel in one of the other offices. The room behind the door, he has to break open is storing a lot of documents, he keeps the door open so that Ale can help him looking over whats in the file cabinets. The first cabinet he is opening full of personal files. He needs a moment to remember the names of some target persons, before he starts looking over the names. He pulls out one of the files, a potential relativ to a target person. He radios the mission lead over his finding waiting for confirmation. Alejandro walks in the room, going to work on a cabitnet at the other wall. He looks towards the door, Bravo 4.3 and 4.5 already confirmed to walk towards them. He wants to do very inaprobiated thinks to this best friend, but non of them possible to do in the few minutes they have before the rest of the team is showing up. Before the blowjob he could put this thoughts away till he was alone and never on a mission, when there was down time in a save house, get a grip.

They are in Rudies room, to talk. He is so fuckign nervous he has the feeling he wants to throw up, the las time he felt like this was when he tried to join mexican special forces. He sits on the desk, kicking his legs to keep the nervousnessand nee to run out of the room. Rudy looks just as nervous about this as he feels.

"So, you eh do this more often? Like blowing guys." Alejandro is cringing about his own question, great way to start this. To clean up the mess that's sticking to the floor by now.

"Sometimes." The poison of jealousy is mixing in the acid pit that is his stomach. Why is he so god damm jealous about what Rudy does with other man. He likes woman, all these test telling him hes bisexual are wrong. It makes no sense, he can't even pretend its worry of Rodolfo getting caught its ugly venomous jealousy.

"Oh, so eh what does that mean for us?" Alejandro is playing with his hands looking at the floor, not seeing that Rudy is palling the question.

"It was just part of the threesome it dont has to mean anything." Rodolfo answers sounding like he is forcing himself to say this, ungeniuen, but why should he lie.

"I can work with that", Alejandro says looking up, trying to read Rudys face. Cant pinpoint what is going on in the other mans head, the nervousness is not dieing down.

Rodolfo fells his heart shater into shards over what Alejandro said, masking the pain. It meant fucking everthing to him. He selfishly took his chance with the threesome, he should have decliend, should have known it would break his heart, but he was drunk and well, he could satisfy one of his many fantasies of Alejandro. And how he got pulled of when Ale was close, got him a fucking power trip. Knowing that the other liked it. Wanting to do it again. Wanting to bring the others to his knees.

"So you're bi?", Alejandro is asking curiosly, not sounding like he is judging. That's good a few worries fall of him.

"Yeah, but I prefere woman", Rudy lies, needing to atleast save the friendship because he cant lose Alejandro as a friend or learn to trust somebody else to watch his 6. Alejandro is nodding, before he slides down the desk to leave the room.

"So we are cool?" "We are cool." With that Ale is waving his hand, before he walks out the room. Rodolfo is falling on the bed, putting his face in the pillow, screaming into it, tears filling his eyes now that he allows himself to feel the pain. He hopefully saved the friendship atleast, but they are not cool, he is yearning to get Alejandro back in his bed. He cant even fucking wank anymore, because only the memory from that night, this stupid mistake of a night is playing in his mind all the time. How is he suposed to not use his knowledge about Alejandro for this? How his mouth is open a littel bit when he comes, that his eyes fall shut, he throws his head back and bows his back. How he sounds, how he blushes down to his chest, how beautiful he looks blissed out? How cant he not want to see it again? Forget how he wants to make his best friend forget to bite his lips to keep quite? He needs to put some distance between them, to lick his wounds he knows a linger solo mission is lined up. Perfect to get the time and space to get back to normal.

Alejandro dropps down on his bed, trying to get himself together. They talked, nothing changed. Nearly nothing changed but now he knows that Rodolfo is giving other guys blow jobs. This is not sitting well with him, makes him angry and jealous. It is so dumb, why does he even care this much, he only like woman, the blow job was a fluke. Something Rudy just did, because what else should they do while Chiara? prepped herself? It was logical, for them do keep themselves busy, so why is it causing him so much trouble? Also maybe Elena? said it was fucking hot and her pussy dripped, so no harm was done it made the threesome better. Why is this becoming a growing part of his sexual crisis? You can only take that many Am I gay quizes and get the same results, before you have to exept it. Alejandro is not their yet. Rudy said he is prefering woman over man right. So he is basicly hetero, but enjoys dick from time to time. Alejandro is groaning, he needs to stop thinking about this, he is not bi, not even with a preference for woman, he only likes woman. He likes tits, and curvy hips and a ass you can slap, if she is into it. The test must be wrong and the Kinsey scale is nonsence. Push it away, you talked about it, its cleared up now. He pulls up his phone time to watch porn, straigth porn, he havend wanked in a while. He fucking needs it and his head will be clearer after a good heterosexual orgasm. They have no duties tomorow so he can even take his time. He scolls down, looking for someting intressting. He stops at a threesome with two men and a woman, struggeling to scroll past the video. This is to close to home, he can find one with two womand and a man one to watch. He clicks on the video, its just two duds doppel stuffing a woman, what's the harm? Turning the volume down, watching mesmerised. Not touching his dick, just watching. Seeing how actor 1 and the woman are fucking. Hyper analysing everything, the sheets, the positions, the bodys. The third is walking in and he cant keep his eyes of the massiv dick, instead on the fat tits of the woman, that are jiggling with each trust of actor 1. Actor 2 is saying something and he surely will start fucking the womans mouth soon. He is wrong, so fucking wrong. Actor 2 is playing with actor 1s ass. He closes the video, getting of the site, not having the need to jerk off anymore, dropping the phone like it burned him. He feels that he is rock hard, something that rarely happens to him while watching porn. The phone is lying next to him, taunting him, a part of his brain wanting to finish the video. This part is knowing the orgasm will be good, satisfying, mind blowing. Closing his eyes is a mistake, because the memorys are haunting him, of Rudy coming, bitting Maria? in the shoulder to muffel his moan, how sweat is runing down his face and back. How blown his eyes were. Would he bite him in the shoulder? Would Rudy enjoy it as much as that night if it was only him? Would Rudy leave his hips bruised like he did with, maybe Natalie? He looks at his still hard dick then at his phone. He can finish this dumb video and it will mean nothing. He reopens the browser and restarting the video. His free hand slipping down his pants he is so hard he can come before actor 2 is making an entrance. His brain was right the orgasm was mind-blowing. When it happened is irrelevant and this is not damaging his heterosexuality.

Alejandro accepts his defeat while watching a football match with the rest of the team. Rudy still away on his solo mission. Its a rainy day, fall just a few days old. He is finally leaving the highway to hell of sexual crisis, taking the exit to enter bi sexuality city, he is circling for two months by now. He can't denile it any longer his browser history filled with two men one woman porn. And he hates it, he hates this new reality, because that means the flood of dirty thoughts and fantasies he has about Rudy are things he actually wants. Seeing the what is happening in the videos and imaging doing them with Rodolfo? Is now something he wants, he craves, at this point needs. But they agreed it means nothing. So why is his brain not getting it? Why can't he replace his best friend with another man? Is it because he dont have to come up with mannerism and he has memories to go back too? Rudy will return soon and there is no place for any if these thoughts in brain, but he knows it won't stop. The last 2 and a half months teaches him that pushing it down won't bring him anywhere. So what to do? What should he do?! Keeping this his deepest dirtiest secret till the day he dies? He can do that, dint tell don't ask, don't act. Easy right? Right?!?

It is not easy, infact it his the hardest think he ever had to do that is not job related. They are on a break from working the graveyard ship. Rudy is smoking and he can keep his eyes of his lips. Can't keep the knowledge that these lips where around his dick away. Heat is creeping up his cheeks, the blush is slowly taking over his face and he cant blame the cold, it is not that cold yet. Rodolfo is still looking at the distance and Alejandro despreadly trys to do the same. He is doing so fucking well, keeping his dirty thoughts away during the day and only allow them in the middle of the night. It worked, it worked perfectly and then they got the fucking graveyard ship. He already collected so fuck many dirty thoughts and if he would look at the clock he would see its nearly 3 am, the only tome he allows himself these thoughts. He is so busy keeping his brain in check that he dont even notices that Rudy is looking at him. That Rodolfo is seeing his prominent blush. He is pulled back to reality when a hand is touching his forhead. If its possible his blush is getting stronger at this. Rudy is looking at him worried, frowning.

"Everything okey?", Rudy asks and his traitors body still finds blood for his blush somewhere.

"Yes." The other is narrowing his eyes, trying to figure out if he is lying ot not. Alejandro is stammering around trying to come up with a lame excuse. Rudy is slamming one of his hands at the wall next to his head leaning in. Alejandro has his deer in the head lights moment frezzing up, despreadly trying to melt into the wall, nothing. Sure his left site is completely free and he could just use it to get away, but he cant, he's glued to the fucking spot. This best friend watching him carefully, analysing him.

"Fuck this is hot." The thought is slipping out of his mouth and he's done. That's it, its over. Rodolfos face changed from confused, to surprise to knowing. A smirk apearing on his face and he is so fucking hot right now.

"Thinking about my lips around your dick, aren't you? Dirty." Alejandro wants to die on the spot, or the ground to open up and taking him down. He makes a high pitched noice before covering his mouth with his hands, the arousal that is keeping his face red now being replaced by embarrassment, because what elite soilder makes this kind of sound? He's fucked, he is so fucked.

Rodolfo is deep in thought, smoking his cigarette, Ale next to him doing what ever. He pulled himself together over the 3 weeks he was away, his emotions back to around the time before the blowjob. Some days are rough, but he's surviving. He just wants to give Ale a short side look to check in if he wants to go back in. Can watch how his friends face is turning redder by the second. What is going on? He puts his hand on the others forhead, being warm to his touch, but not hot as if Ale is getting sick. Why, what? Its not that cold and they are here maybe 10 minutes.

"Everything okey?" And Rodolfo is not sure if he is imaging that Ales face is getting even warmer to the touch.

"Yes." He never heared Alejandro talk like this. Something is up. The stammering around is the final nail in the coffin Alejandro is hiding something. He uses his hand that is still holding the unfinished cigarette to push the bigger man against the wall, the other is placed next to his head, Rudy has to stand on his tiptoes. He sees the widend eyes of Ale how his breath is getting faster, how the other is pressing himself more against the wall. He looks his friend over, trying to get any hint. In the end Ale is giving him the clue all on his own.

"Fuck this is hot." Uh... Rodolfos brains is trying to processes everything all at ones. What.. oh

OH..

This is happening okey, so but why.

How did they get here?

He is fidgeting with his cigarette and ohhhhh that's how. He can't keep the smirk to himself and he cant keep help but tease the other even if his face can't get more red then it already is.

"Thinking about my lips around your dick aren't you? Dirty." Purring the dirty seductivly. He can't even name the sound Alejandro is making. High pitched, not a whine but also not a wimper he wants more of this sound. Hands are covering Ales mouth and it's so fucking cute. Rudy is pulling closer moving his head towards the others ear being able to hear the gasp Ale is making.

"I know a place, if you want." Keeping his hand on Alejandros hip, wanting to move it somewhere else but also not to come of to strong. He pulls back looking the others face over again. Waiting for a answer, taking a drag from the cigarette. Seeing how Alejandros eyes are following it how they glue to his lips. Fuck he spend the last 3 weeks to tell himself this will never happen and that's fine, that he can be sad, hurt, angry about the fact. To learn he can have it, only a fool would not. A bit more, he needs to push a bit more, but they also have to return soon, graveyard ship don't mean you can slake off to much.

"This time you won't even need to pull me off can cum down my throat." Alejandro is moaning at this, he got him. He pulls Ales hands down, hearing how audible he is breathing now, before he nearly kisses the other. Waiting for the other to close the distance.

Alejandros brain is trying to catch up. He missed several steps from him mindlessly starting at the other to being here. He watches Rodolfo leaning in closer, the breath of the other ghosting over his cheek. Not trying to think about that Rudy has to get on his tiptoes for this, because Rudy feels like he is bigger then Alejandro at the moment.

"I know a place, if you want." If Rudy wouldn't have his hand on his hip he would slide down the wall, because he dont even know what else to do. His brain is stop working for a moment, no new information getting entered. Holly shit. Every synonym for yes is racing through his mind, non making it to his mouth. His body finally moving blood out of his face, but towards is dick is not helping. Rudy is taking a drag from his cigarette and maybe he is to focused how the lips are closing around the filter. Getting to offert these lips around his dick again, honestly Rudy could ask for a lot more and he would say yes at this point. Shit how much time passed since he should have answered?

"This time you won't even need to pull me off, can cum down my throat." Rudy, is unfair knowing excatly what to say, his dick is half hard by now. A moan is leaving his mouth, because he wanted to cum down this throat for a while now. His hands that are still covering his mouth are removed. Rudy is leaning close, he feels the others breath on his lips. He closes the cap, kissing the other. The contact is short, because he hears footsteps coming closer. They are out for to long.

"Next break", is all he says before pealing himself of the wall so nobody sees fraternizing. Two Privates are turning the corner both of them holding their packs in the hand. They are lucky it's not a comanding officer, because 30 minute smoking breaks are not tolerated even on the graveyard shift.

Next break looks like it's never coming, they are currently working on a emergency briefing and scheduling with medical, flight control and the Captian of delta team. Because of course everything is going south when you planned a hook up and the universe don't want it to happen. Rudy is still on the phone with flight control getting the helicopter ready, while Alejandro can play around with a pen while waiting for medical to call back. He pulls up the information they need for the brief, working on that, when he feels a hand on his knee. Rudy taping his finger in annoyance, listening to what ever the other person on the other site is saying. Rudy is looking at him and Alejandro feels pinned down in the chair. The gaze of Rodolfo is so intense the hand squeezing his knee, Rudy is eye fucking him right now. Alejandro bits his lower lip nervously, making the other smiles pleased at his reaction, before he answers a question he got asked on the phone. The hand is moving from his knee to his chin, Rudys thumb swiping over his lip. Alejandro don't even think about it, taking the finger in his mouth loosely bitting down, so that Rudy can pull it back at any moment. Licking over the finger, seeing how Rodolfo look is turning hungry at this. Rudy is continuing the phone call as if nothing is happening and it don't sit right with Alejandro. How can he be ready to drop on his knees to do push this further and Rudy just works like normal, like there's not something wiredly sexual is happening between them. He takes more of the finger in, licking over it covering it with drool and Rudy just looks amused at him, like Alejandor is just playing around. Rudy tries to pull his thumb back, but he is bitting down harder to stop it, getting a raised eyebrow at this, questioning. Alejandro has the feeling he looks like a very stuborn toddler right now in the end letting the finger go, slowly opening his mouth to let the finger go. Rudy is swiping his wet finger over his lips smiling pleased. The call is ending and instead of giving him any information on when Delta can leave to help Epsilon he is leaning in closer, both his hands resting on the armrest of Alejandros chair.

"The moment Delta is in the air, I will drag you out this office and you better know what you want by then Ale." Alejandro is dieing at this nodding along, because he dont think he can form any words right now. A telephone is ringing and Rudy is pulling back. Alejandro is ready to just slide down the chair to the ground because his body feels like jelly right now, instead he answers the phone because they have a job to finish.

Rudy didnt lie when he said he will drag him of. They walked past their office, that should always be filled with one officer. Alejandro dont think he ever was in this part of the administration building before, but Rudy knows where they have to go. Dont think to much about why he knows. Finally Rudy opens a door, pushing him into a unsed office. The door is pulled closet und Rody leaning against it waiting for Alejandro to start speaking. The only thing Alejandro wants to say is the question why Rudy knows this place.

"I...." Alejandro stammers, what causes Rudy to walk towards him. Alejandro steps back till he walks against the desk.

"I.. fuck I want you to suck my dick." Rudy just humms at this, looking at him.

"Hope your willing to return the favour." With that Rodolfo is dropping to his knees. Alejandro hears how his belt is being opend and the sipper being pulled down, blood rushing towards his dick. Rudy is pulling his pants and boxer down far enough to get his dick out, taking the half hard dick in his mouth and starts. Alejandro puts a hand over his.mouth, Rudy may have dragged him off to a secret sex spot at the night-shift but he still don't wants to be to loud. Rudy looks up at him displeased, but also challenging, as if to say oh well try to stay silent. Rudy is not even moving his head, just using his tounge. Licking over what ever he can find. The slit, a thick vein, trying to figure thinks out. Testing a careful use of teeth, getting a whine out of Alejandro, who is using one hand to holt on the desk for dear life, because he knows he won't survive this if Rudy finished his testing. A loud moan is leaving his mouth when Rudy is using his teeth for light pressure right where the head of his cock is ending and is licking over the slit. Rudy is looking up at him, triumph in his eyes, before pulling off.

"You like a bit of pain with your pleasure mhm?" Rudy asks intressted and Alejandro is not sure it that is true, maybe only if Rudy is doing it. He shrugs as answer and Rudy takes him in his mouth again. Rudy is moving his head slowly, getting a feeling for how much he can take in. Alejandro is moving his hand that is still clawing into the desk on Rudys head. Looking down at the other who is not botherd by this, licking the precum of his slit. Alejandro is quickly panting against his hand, that is do littel to muffel his noices, drool runing out one corner of his mouth. What is making Rudy put in more effort into his task. Licking over the vein on the undersite of his dick, using his lips to apply pressure on the tip, circel his tounge around the slit, licking up all the pre cum. The vibration of Rudy moans are driving Alejandro insane when ever he takes as much of Alejandro as he can. One of his hands playing with Alejandros balls when ever Alejandro is not muffeling his sounds. Frome time to time again using his teeth to at just at littel bit of pain and Alejandro tries to push the knowlegde away that Rodolfo is a bitter.

"Rudy...", Alejandro moans getting close, his grip on the others hair must be painfull by now. Rudy, is again using his teeth and its pushing Alejandro off the edge. The carefull presure of the teeth on is tip, a lick over his slit and Alejandro has to bite in his hand to muffel his scream. Some of Alejandros cum is running down Rudys chin, while Alejandro is tasting blood. Rudy puls off using the back of one of his hands to swipe the cum away.

"Fuck", Alejandro is mumbeling watching Rudy licking his hand clean.

"Not quite", Rudy quips in winking at him, while pulling Alejandros pants back into place. Alejandro is catching his breath before he sinks down his knees. Hes nervous, because he never did this before. He watched a stupid amount of porn blow jobs, but they did nothing to calm him down. His brain is also still recovering from his orgasm so he has no idea what Rudy did. He opens Rudys, belt and pants. He theoretical knew that Rudy, was big a few glances in the shower told him this, but that is nothing to its full size. Not a beginner size Alejandro is thing to himself, the tip was also wet from the precum that Rudy leaked while blowing him. He did a test lick a bitter salty taste on his tounge, not sure if he could like this. He can only hope that Rudy dont has that high expertation of him. He takes the tip in, doing what Rudy did to him, carefully adding pressure with his teeth.

"Dont", Rudy is saying, clearly not wanting teeth that close to his dick. Alejandro is closing his hand around the dick, taking in around a third of Rudys dick. He slowly start to move his head and hand, not knowing what to do with his tounge. For the moment, making sure that Rudys dick is sliding along it. He is twisting his hand with ever down stroke, a lot more confortable doing this.

"Ale", Rudy moans and it sounds liek the other is enjoying this. It give Alejandro more confidence to expiriment. Licking over a thick vein feeling Rudys dick throbbing. When ever only the tip is in his mouth his licks over it. The sounds Rudy is making are getting louder and more frequent, making Alejandro to take him as far in as his gag reflex lets him. Suddenly Rudy is pulling him off, so Alejandro is finishing his work with his hand. Using his thumb to circel over the tip and Rudy is comming. Most of it is covering Alejandros hand some landing on his face. Rudy makes a strange sound Alejandro never heared him make before.

"You would look even better with all my cum on your face", Rudy says, before getting some tisues for Aleajndro to clean up his hand.

"Next time." The two words are falling out of Alejandros mouth, from his brain directly to his mouth. Rudy looks down at him, looking unintressted at the offer.

"Next time", Rudy finally agrees after a while.

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❧ title: happy endings, new beginnings

❧ pairing: d. sawamura x f!reader x k. sugawara

❧ wc: 4.9k

❧ notes: whew. idk if y'all are ready for this. idk if I'M ready for this but it has led to my decision that i'm now in a polyship with daichi and suga. this is my first time writing mxm so i welcome constructive criticism (please, do be gentle). also my first time writing smut for suga (i hope i did him justice).

❧ warnings: nsfw. mdni. m/f/m threesome. breakup (mention). filthy, nasty, dirty smut. dick slip. oral (m/f). suga is a pretty, bisexual menace. multiple snowballs. anal (m/m), including anal virginity loss. fingering (vaginal, anal). daddy kink. Daddy/babyboy dynamic. squirting. ass eating. cum eating. eating cum out of asses. prostate milking. he gets a creampie, you get a creampie, everybody gets a creampie. so much cum.

this is my final piece for my 31 days of daichi event, 2022. i hope i've done my king daddy proud. happy 28th birthday to my magnanimous, independent, chivalrous, caring, responsible, stable, thicc, dependable, patient gentleman of a husband who makes my thighs moist and my heart go doki doki.💓💓 wishing everyone much love and prosperity in 2023. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY DEAREST DAICHI! 💋 I LOVE YOU ENDLESSLY! ∞

Daichi stares at the spa day pass in his hand. It taunts and reminds him that he finds himself single mere days before his 28th birthday. He had bought the gift certificate for his girlfriend - correction: ex-girlfriend - for Christmas, but she broke up with him the week before the holiday. Two weeks before his birthday. He’d been debating with himself over what he should do with it now that she was gone. Should he give it to one of his sisters? No, that wouldn’t be fair unless he could give one to each of them. He could give it to his mother…

He bangs his indignant fist on the table with the greatest idea of all. “I’ll keep it and treat myself for my birthday!” he says aloud. “I deserve it!”

He opens the pamphlet to peruse the various services, flipping ahead to the section of men’s treatment packages. One of them in particular offers the four-hands massage:

“Your body will thank you for asking for four hands to help you reach total and absolute relaxation. Consider this tandem massage after a move, a stressful week at work, or exhaustion from kids and housework.”

Or a shitty breakup, Daichi thinks.

With his mind made up, he picks up his phone and dials the number on the voucher. He’s pleasantly surprised to learn they will be open on New Year's Eve - his birthday. Less than two minutes later, his spa visit is scheduled.

To say Daichi is relaxed after getting a Himalayan salt foot bath, a manli-pedi, a green tea exfoliating mask, and a Reiki session is a staggering understatement.

You and your massage partner in crime, Sugawara, had seen the man between treatments - he was tall, dark, and handsome… "and probably cishet,” Suga had lamented with a huff.

You put your hand on Suga’s lower back to guide him towards the private massage room the two of you work in. “Oh, come on, Suga. No sulking. There’s a little fruit in everyone’s basket, y’know?”

“I guess…” he pouts.

When you enter the room, you find Daichi Sawamura already undressed and lying on his stomach with a plush towel draped across his butt and hips.

Being the more tenured massage therapist, you give Mr. Sawamura - who interrupts to insist he be addressed by his first name - a quick rundown of what to expect during the treatment. After getting the go-ahead from him, you and your partner take turns pumping heated massage oil into the palms of your hands and rubbing them together before getting started.

You and Suga work in lockstep on either side of Daichi’s spine, starting with his lower back and gradually working your way up with synchronized hands, digging and pushing and kneading in a perfectly matched rhythm. Your work is slow, as it should be. A good massage therapist knows there are no quick, sudden movements in this line of work.

The way Daichi grunts and groans as his back and shoulder muscles bulge and roll under the slick pads of your thumbs is beginning to make you wet. You can only imagine how hard Suga must be getting. The two of you work through the muscles of his neck, biceps, forearms, all the way down to his fingertips. With his top half done, you set to work on his legs, starting with his thick hamstrings.

You and Suga hazard a glance at each other, knowing just what the other is thinking before continuing down to his calves, ankles, and feet.

You both massage all the way down to the tips of his toes before you softly instruct him to turn over onto his back while you and Suga lift the modesty towel. He knows he shouldn’t, but Suga’s curiosity gets the best of him.

He sneaks a peek.

You know you should give him a chastising look and pinch his arm, but when you see how big his eyes get, yours widen as well.

Sure enough, with your client comfortably on his back you lower the towel back down, but the damn thing is tented. As a professional, you know you’re supposed to ignore it, no matter how hard or difficult it may be. But you can’t not look. Not when his caramel cock has lifted the white towel enough to render the ridged underside of his erection and his big, hairy balls clearly visible. Perhaps your client is too relaxed to notice, but you and Suga are smirking profusely at each other as he licks his pretty lips.

Suga’s arm accidentally brushes over the head of Daichi’s cock, catching it just enough to make the man’s knuckles go white as he grips the sides of the massage table. You each work your hands further up his thighs, his closed eyelids crinkling as all four thumbs knead the sensitive flesh the whole way up. The soft towel lurches towards Daichi’s thick black happy trail when his heavy cock bounces, his lips parting to release a heady sigh. You and Suga keep going until your thumbs graze his low-hanging balls, prepared to apologize for the “mistake” if he protests. But instead, Daichi spreads his legs a little further apart. You look up to see Suga’s eyebrows lifted up almost to his hairline and his lips in the shape of a tiny ‘o’.

After checking to ensure your client’s eyes are still closed, you stick your tongue out and flick it at Suga, arching a single eyebrow as if daring him to dare you. He bites his lip and nods as a devious grin creeps across his delicate features, his own cock throbbing as it presses against the cushiony edge of the massage table.

You’d never done anything like this with Suga, but the two of you had talked about it. You’d made out with each other a few times, and maybe fooled around in the supply closet once or five times, but it was enough to know that sharing this beefy man would be just…

You have to stop yourself from thinking like that, but your hands tell the truth as you work your thumbs up up up, massaging the creases of Daichi’s legs, taking the towel further up as they go. His cock twitches and you notice a wet spot forming in the soft cotton, still barely covering the tip.

Daichi releases a long, deep groan. “Just how far does this massage go?” he asks with his eyes still closed and a smirk tugging at his lips.

You wink at Suga.

“As far as you want it to go, Mr. Sawamura,” the grey-haired male says. What balls he has.

“Keep going,” your client croaks. He feels Suga’s hands stop and begin to lift. “Both of you,” he clarifies.

Neither you nor Suga have to be told twice. You cup his large balls in your hand, rolling them around together as their owner hisses. His thick fingers dig deeper into the plush of the massage table. His left hand brushes against Suga’s erection, making him gasp and both of their cocks jump.

As your left hand massages Daichi’s testicles, your right hand wraps around the man’s thick, hot shaft.

“Fuck,” he sighs.

You begin to stroke him and after a few passes, the white towel finally falls off his dick and onto his lower belly. As if sharing the same slutty brain cell, you and Suga think the same thing at the same time:

Oops.

You lean down and drag your flattened tongue along the underside of Daichi’s cock, moaning against his length when he brushes two fingers between your clothed lips. The growl was to be expected, but the way the man’s hands leave the bed to touch you and your work crush is rather bold. Daichi has never touched another man’s dick before, but damned if he doesn’t reach over and squeeze the head of Suga’s hard cock through his shorts.

All three of you are panting, precum leaking from each of you when you lean down and lick the clear liquid from Daichi’s heavy cock. He gives an encouraging hum, flexing his ass to needily rub himself against your tongue, which you reward with a swirl of your wet muscle around his sensitive cockhead.

“Fuck yeah,” Daichi breathes as you wrap your lips around his bulbous tip and begin bobbing down his length. He opens his eyes when you pop your wet lips off him only to feel his cock throb in your fist when you kiss Suga, sharing the flavor of Daichi’s salty pre.

Suga moans into your mouth as your tongues curl around each other. Pulling away and slurring with lust, your partner says, “Mmm…fuck, he tastes so good.”

Daichi’s never had his dick sucked by a guy before, but he’s so turned on it almost hurts and he’d love nothing more than to feel this pretty boy’s pretty lips around his manly girth. He gives Suga’s hard cock another squeeze and says in his deep voice, “You wanna suck my cock?”

Suga nods emphatically with a quick “mhmm”, and Daichi takes his hand, positioning it around his veiny shaft.

“Go ahead, then. Show me what you can do.”

Suga wastes no time at all, giving the other man a few slow pumps of his fist before kissing the fat tip of his dick. Daichi’s eyes roll shut when Suga takes him inside his wet mouth and starts sucking, slowly at first. Within seconds, the bisexual male is slurping and choking loudly on Daichi’s dick while he strokes Suga’s dick through his shorts. You can make out the distinct outline of your colleague’s cockhead, biting your lip when his precum soaks through the sky blue polyester right before your very eyes.

You bring your mouth closer and lift Daichi’s heavy balls to your mouth as Suga releases him to kiss you with a moan.

“Shit, that’s hot,” Daichi whispers as your and Suga’s tongues swirl together, saliva and pre dripping from your chins.

You and your colleague take turns slurping and sucking, choking and gagging on your client’s fat dick while your hands play with his tightening balls.

“Ohfuck, gonna cum…” Daichi gasps.

You and your blow job partner open your mouths as thick globs of warm semen coat your lips and tongues. Your client watches in awe as two professionals roll their tongues together, swapping mouthfuls of his cum. Suga pushes your tank top down, letting one of your tits pop out to play with your nipple.

After licking one another’s lips clean, you join Suga on his side of the massage table and slip your hand inside his waistband. He leans down and flicks his tongue, soft as a feather, over your nipple as you jerk him off inside his shorts. Daichi watches the two of you, getting hard again in no time as he slips his hand inside your shorts and starts playing with your slick clit while swallowing your gasp with a hard kiss.

Making your way over to the room’s white leather couch, you watch as Daichi reaches inside Suga’s cute little shorts and finds his erection, drawing a moan from him when he wraps his big hand around his long shaft. Daichi’s darker complexion contrasts beautifully with Suga’s fairer skin, his larger hand pulling Suga’s cock out to stroke him as their lips meet in Daichi’s first ever boy kiss.

You take Suga’s cock from Daichi’s hand, giving him a couple more pumps before taking him into your hot mouth, making him whine in Daichi’s mouth as the boys’ makeout session becomes more heated.

Daichi is fucking Suga’s fist when he breaks their kiss and brushes his coarse thumb over the male’s beauty mark.

“I’ve never done any of this with a guy before, but you’re just so fucking pretty…”

Suga gasps when Daichi’s lips latch onto his neck at the same time his throbbing cock hits the back of your throat. “Oh god, I’m so close…”

You squeeze Daichi’s thick thigh, getting his attention. “Why don’t you finish him?” you say, licking your chin.

Daichi wastes no time dropping to his knees and cupping Suga’s hairless balls. “I’d love to.”

“He’s got a pretty cock, doesn’t he?” you say, passing it to the questionably straight man.

“Fuck yeah, he does,” Daichi agrees, taking Suga’s edged cock into his large hand before looking up at him to see him blushing and trying to hide his sweet smile behind the back of his hand. Daichi grins up at the fairer male and says, “Well aren’t you a bashful cutie?”

You let out a low laugh. “Don’t let him fool you,” you say to Daichi while meeting Suga’s gaze, knowing all too well the familiar flash of mischief in those brown-hazel eyes.

Suga reaches for you, pulling you closer to bring his fingers to your aching clit, tickling it before pushing his middle finger inside you, knuckle deep. With a quirk of his eyebrow and a smug little smile, Suga shushes you. “Don’t tell my secrets, y/n,” he murmurs.

“Oh babyboy, please,” you tease in his ear, “it’s not a secret.”

For the first time ever, Daichi opens his mouth to let another man’s cock glide between his lips, but he knows exactly what to do. He easily takes Suga all the way back to his throat, hands groping his ass cheeks, pulling them apart and squeezing them as he sucks him hard. Suga slips another finger inside to fuck your pussy. You whine into Suga’s mouth as Daichi stretches his middle finger around a bit, pressing it hard against Suga’s hole.

“Uhhhfuhhh…” Suga’s voice is muffled by yours as you drink his moans and whimpers down when he cums hard in Daichi’s mouth. Daichi is no stranger to the taste of his own cum, but Suga’s flavor is saltier. Never had he imagined he’d find himself on his knees drinking down another man’s cum, but the way Suga’s cock jerks in his mouth makes Daichi’s twitch back to life.

Suga pulls his fingers out of your dripping pussy and pushes them past Daichi’s lips, who closes his eyes and groans at the taste of your nectar as he sucks it off the other man’s digits.

“Fuck,” he says, pulling you down to lean back on the couch, “wanna fuck this pussy so bad.”

You moan into Daichi’s mouth as he spreads your legs open to kneel between them. “God, yes, wanna feel that fat dick inside me.”

Daichi lines himself up and presses the thick head of his cock into your drooling hole. With one knee on the couch and the other foot planted on the floor, the man spreads your legs wider to watch his length slowly disappear between your smooth pussy lips while you both groan at the exquisite pressure. He can already feel your walls fluttering around him at the same time Suga starts massaging his flexing ass. Daichi fucks you slow and deep, enjoying the sensation of Suga working his fingers closer to his virgin asshole.

“Mmfuck, yeahhh…play with my ass, Suga.”

“Have you ever had anal before?” Suga asks, his sweet voice making Daichi’s cock twitch inside you.

“N-no, but I think I wanna try…” He looks over his shoulder at the smaller male with a devilish grin. “...with you.”

Suga responds with a grin of his own before situating himself behind Daichi, squeezing and separating his ass cheeks before bringing his mouth closer. Pressing his lips into a kiss, Suga lets his spit drip onto Daichi’s virgin hole, making it pucker against the tip of his tongue.

“Oh god…” Daichi moans.

“Wow, so responsive,” Suga teases, “I’ve barely touched you.”

But Daichi was in no mood for teasing. “Keep going…please.”

Suga obliges the man and begins tonguing his asshole again, alternating between soft, feathery flicks meant to tease and prodding at it with the hard, pointed tip of his slithering tongue.

Dipping his middle finger into his own mouth, Suga collects a copious amount of saliva before spreading Daichi apart enough to press his fingertip to his hole. With his cock buried deep inside you, Daichi’s hips still when he feels the pressure of Suga’s finger entering his hole.

“Mm so fucking tight,” Suga mutters, licking his lips.

“Shhhhit…oh fuck that feels good,” Daichi pants, squeezing his eyes shut as he begins to move inside you again.

He pushes your legs back, angling you so his throbbing tip bumps up against your g-spot while Suga fingers his ass, angling his wrist to find Daichi’s prostate. He knows he strikes gold when Daichi instantly throws his head back in an open-mouthed moan and starts chanting over and over that he’s going to cum. Daichi’s thrusts are slow and hard as Suga milks him and it’s just the right speed and intensity to have you clenching.

“Ohgod, you’re making me cum with your fat cock, Daichi…” you gasp as he fills your pussy with his hot, sticky semen.

“Fuck, now it’s my turn,” Suga groans, slowly pulling his finger out of Daichi and wiping it off on a nearby towel.

Seeing the creampie the other male left behind, now dripping from your winking hole, Suga takes his own dick in his hand.

“God, y/n, wanna fuck his cum back inside you.”

“Fuck, yes, Suga. Wan’you to fuck me,” you whimper, reaching for him as he nestles his hips between your sticky thighs.

Suga guides his leaking cockhead to your primed cunt and in one slow thrust, buries his entire length as you both moan together. Watching the two of you fuck makes all the blood in Daichi’s head rush straight to his spent dick. He strokes his semi-soft cock, slowly getting hard again as strings of his cum stretch along the length of Suga’s dick while he fucks you in long, deep thrusts. The pretty pink tip of his cock peeks out from between your swollen pussy lips with every retreat. Daichi moves closer to Suga and begins to play with his ass as he pumps his cock inside you.

“Oh shit yes-” Suga sighs.

The bigger male pumps a bit of the silicone-based massage oil onto his fingers, rubbing the tips together before bringing them to Suga’s cute butt again. He spreads his cheeks to find him completely smooth and hairless, a pretty pink asshole winking with need. Remembering Suga’s movements when he fingered Daichi, he rubs his fingertips along his crack before circling around Suga’s hole. Following the pretty boy’s cues, he begins to push his thick middle fingertip inside, making Suga whine for more.

“I take it you’ve done anal before?”

Suga snickers through the pleasure. “More times than I can count. Now push your finger all the way inohhhhfuckyesjustlikethat…”

“Mmm,” you moan, tits bouncing as Suga’s hips slap against your wet skin. “Fuck, Suga, you look so pretty with Daichi’s finger in your ass.”

When Daichi adds a second finger, Suga’s thrusting all but stops. “Damn, such a sexy thing, taking my fingers like this, pretty boy.”

“Mmgodyes, Daichi…” Suga looks over his shoulder at him, his hazel eyes glazed with lust. “I’d look even sexier with your cock inside me,” he says with a daring wink.

His eyes widening and lips parting, Daichi asks, “Y-you mean…? Can I fuck you?”

Suga has to lick the drool back into his mouth when his gaze falls to Daichi’s thick cock. “I really wish you would. I’ve wanted that anaconda in my ass from the moment I first saw you.”

Daichi smiles with a blush and Suga just can’t pass up the opportunity. “Well, aren’t you just a bashful cutie?” he says to the beefier man.

You chuckle as you reach for Suga’s face, whining for him to kiss you.

Daichi’s eyes darken as a menacing grin spreads over his handsome face. He reaches for the massage oil again, taking two pumps of the slippery lube in his hand before coating his drooling cock with it. With one hand holding his dick, he uses the other to smack Suga’s ass hard, making him cry out. Suga buries his cock all the way inside you and spreads his thighs further open, presenting himself to Daichi.

Daichi guides the tip of his erection to Suga’s cute little hole and pushes against it, watching wide-eyed as his cock slowly sinks inside. “Ohgoddamn, that is so fucking tight,” he groans, eyes beginning to water.

Suga hisses a string of curses, biting down on your shoulder as you rub his back, cooing to him about how well he’s taking Daichi’s fat cock.

“Oh god,” he whimpers, “that’s the best stretch I’ve felt in my life!”

Daichi’s thrusts are slow at first, giving both of them a moment to adjust. But Suga has no need for that.

“Mm fuck me, Daichi.”

The dark-haired man lets out a ragged breath and slams his hips hard against Suga’s cute butt, making both of you cry out. Daichi is mesmerized by the thick vein on top of his own shaft as it moves beneath his skin while he pumps faster, in and out of Suga’s smooth asshole.

You all find your stride and the room is filled with loud, wet slaps of skin and breathless moans and praises about how good you’re all making each other feel. Daichi’s large balls swing and slap against Suga’s as he fucks him into you, forcing the head of the smaller male’s throbbing cock against your sweet spot with every powerful throw of his hips. Suga swears he can feel Daichi in his throat, and when his large hand comes down hard and Suga feels the sharp sting on his right ass cheek, he clenches and sets off a chain reaction.

“Oh fuck yes, spank me, Daddy!” Suga pleads.

Daichi has to bite back his orgasm when the man he’s fucking calls him ‘Daddy’. Gritting his teeth, he lands another hard spank to Suga’s ass, watching as welts begin to bloom on his milky white skin to match the color of his tight little asshole.

“Shit, that’s it, baby. Take your Daddy’s fat cock like a good boy,” Daichi grunts with a particularly hard thrust.

“Ohfuckyes, I’m gonna cum!” you cry.

“Fuck us harder, Daddy!” Suga begs.

Daichi plows his cock harder and faster into the pretty boy’s asshole, and it’s all he can do to keep from busting his own nut when Suga begins to spasm around him.

Daichi’s thick cockhead prodding his prostate, coupled with your walls clenching around his throbbing cock when you cum on him is just too much for Suga to bear.

“Shit yes, y/n! Gonna cum with y- ohhgodI’mfuckingcumming!” he cries, his white hot cum squirting against your gummy walls as you fall apart on his cock.

Daichi’s big hands are squeezing Suga’s ass for dear life and, with a final thrust, he presses his hairy balls tightly against Suga’s as they spasm together.

“Oh fuck…ohhshhhhit…” Daichi whimpers when the first jet of his nut splashes against Suga’s insides, his cock jerking with every subsequent release of his seed. He fully spends himself, filling the boy’s pretty ass up until the thick white cream begins to leak from his winking rim to drip between their ballsacs.

One at a time, the men pull out slowly as your and Suga’s creampies begin to ooze from your pink holes. The fairer male bends down to eat his cum from your pussy, moaning weakly as Daichi licks and sucks his asshole clean.

Daichi stops and pulls Suga to him, their soft cocks rubbing together as they kiss and swap each other’s semen on their tongues. They both reach for you, pulling you into their arms as the three of you bring your mouths together for a hot mess of wet lips and cum-coated, tangling tongues.

Your client looks at you, his eyes dark and drunk with lust, and licks his lips. “I’ve been teased twice now with your flavor. It’s my turn to devour that pussy.”

Leaning forward to lay you back down, Daichi hovers over you and blazes a netherly trail down your neck, tits, and belly with his lips and tongue. He smooths his big, calloused hands between your inner thighs, spreading them further open. With a pussy-drunk smile on his face, Suga watches as Daichi teases your clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Isn’t she delicious?” Suga whispers, his fingers playing at Daichi’s asshole, making him hum against your cunt.

Traces of Suga’s cum leak out around Daichi’s fingers as he slowly works them inside you. After eagerly licking up the sticky substance, he kisses your puffy clit and moans, “Fuck yeah, especially with the taste of your cum inside her.”

You thread your fingers through Daichi’s short brown hair when he latches onto your clit and starts sucking while fucking your pussy with his thick fingers.

“Ohh Daichi…fuck yes, you eat that pussy so good,” you keen.

The vibration of the deep moan against your clit is exquisite when Suga reaches between Daichi’s legs and starts stroking his semi as he pushes his middle finger in his ass.

“Shit, Suga. I wa- …mmm… want you to fuck me. Wanna feel your cock inside me.”

“Whatever you want, Daddy…” A victorious grin graces Suga’s pretty features as he drips warm oil onto Daichi’s asshole before stroking the lube around his own cock.

Suga positions himself behind Daichi and rubs the head of his cock along the man’s asscrack before pushing against his dark-skinned hole. But Daichi clenches with a hiss.

“Don’t worry, Daddy,” Suga coos as he massages the man’s cheek. “I know you’re a virgin, but you’re gonna have to relax. I promise I’ll be gentle.”

Daichi nods and takes a deep breath, releasing it slowly as Suga pushes his pretty pink tip through the man’s tight rim.

“That’s it, deep breaths,” Suga sighs as he works himself a little deeper.

“Ohhfuuuuck,” Daichi groans, eyes fluttering shut.

“Does my cock feel good, Daddy?” Suga asks with a smirk.

“It hurts a little, but god…the pressure is fucking amazi- mmmmfuckyes,” he hisses as Suga slowly pushes his dick even deeper inside his quivering asshole.

After a couple more gentle pushes, Suga stops and holds himself still. “Mm that’s it…my cock’s all the way in now, Daddy.”

Daichi relaxes a little more, loving the feeling of being stuffed full with Suga’s dick. He sighs and moans around your clit as he starts eating you out with more fervor. Suga retreats just the slightest bit, and Daichi takes a deep breath.

“Good. Keep bearing down on my cock, just like that.”

He starts with small, shallow thrusts but it doesn’t take long before Daichi’s gasping, “More…ohgod, Suga.”

The grey-haired male’s mouth falls open as he eases into a slow rhythm, the feeling of Daichi’s virgin asshole so tight around his hard cock as it drags along his soft, slippery walls.

“Damn -nnmhmm- your ass feels so fucking good around my dick, Daddy,” Suga sighs.

“Ohshityes, babyboy, fuck me!”

Suga thrusts harder, faster, deeper inside Daichi’s deflowered hole as the deep moans and grunts of two men fucking fill the room.

Your pussy is squishing around Daichi’s fingers as he does his best to tug on your special spot and eat your cunt while taking a cock up his ass for the first time. You’re so close - fucked out legs trembling on either side of Daichi’s head, your walls closing in tighter around his digits as he fucks you harder with them, matching the intensity and tempo of Suga’s thrusts.

“Dai- fuck! Ohgod…I’m gonna cum!” you cry as your orgasm rips you apart and you squirt in his mouth.

The splash of your cum against his tongue, the bullying of Suga’s cockhead against his p-spot, the thumping of his own swollen tip against his abdomen - it all culminates as the coil at the base of Daichi’s spine winds tighter and tighter. Daichi releases your spent pussy and begins throwing his ass back against Suga as the familiar ache deepens in his swinging balls.

“Mmm…” Suga slurs, “...you’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?”

“Oh fuck yes,” Daichi gasps, his eyes screwed shut and mouth hanging open.

“Come on,” Suga growls as his narrow hips clap hard against Daichi’s muscular ass, “...cum on my cock, Daddy.”

With Daichi’s head thrown back, his bouncing cock slings his hot seed over your pussy and inner thighs, whimpering uncontrollably as Suga fucks his cum out of him.

“Fuck, that’s it, just like that. God, I’m gonna cum inside your tight ass, Daddy,” Suga grunts as his silky smooth balls drag against Daichi’s hairy ones, fucking his own sticky load into the man’s ass.

“Fuck, y/n,” Suga pants, “come eat this creampie.”

You bite your lip and join him behind Daichi’s trembling legs, watching as Suga’s twitching cock slides out slowly. When his tip finally pops out, you’re ready, tongue lapping up his warm cum as it seeps out of Daichi’s puckering asshole.

With his elbows on the seat of the couch and his head in his hands, quiet whimpers are still falling from Daichi’s lips as the three of you collapse into a pile of fucked-out bodies.

Daichi walks out of the spa that afternoon with a smile on his face and a little extra pep in his step. On his drive home to get ready for his date with his two favorite massage therapists, a satisfied grin spreads across his handsome face as he says to himself,

“Happy fucking birthday to me!”

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