#I dID laugh out loud at bode saying that

[thelaurenshippen]

this happened

[luimagines]

Omg requests are open!!! Remember to take care of yourself! And 3 requests per person you are so generous!

Anyways how about.... The chain with a stressed out college modern student lmao (maybe they're studying to become a veterinarian, because that's what I'm going to college for this year lol👀)

Remember to take care of yourself and take your time💕💕💞

Oh goodness, this took forever to get to. Um... So how'd your school year go?! Did you start the second year already?

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"GGAAHHH!!!" You yell into your hands, rubbing them over your face and into your hair, trying to not pull it right out of your scalp.

"....I guess they're dead." Wild shrugs unhelpfully, walking calmly past you.

Sky picks up your fallen book, giving you an amused, if concerned look. "Problem?"

"It's too much stuff." You groan, taking the book back. "You know, when I chose to be a vet tech I didn't think it would consist of overloading my brain until it felt like it was leaking out of my ears."

"What's a vet tech?" Wind hops to your side, peering over your arm to get a better look at your book. He has no idea what it says but there's a cute picture of a dog on the front. The book is also very shiny and colorful. He has no idea what it's about.

"A doctor." You say, deciding to put your text book in your bag. "But for animals."

"Think you can take a look at Epona at some point then?" Twilight asks from somewhere to your left. you can't even look at him, your head hurts.

"I guess?" You rub your temples. "I'm still learning and there's only so much my textbook has on horses. But I can try. I'd need some experience anyway."

Hyrule stops and calmly activates the healing spell on his hands. Your head ache goes away at once.

You turn to him gratefully. "Traveler, I'd kill to have that ability of yours."

He smirks. "It's rather convenient, but I thought doctors were healers. No killing for you."

You stick your tongue out at him. He remains unapologetic.

Time puts a hand on your shoulder. "If you need more experience with horses, you're always free to take a look at our horses at Lon Lon."

"For free?" You deadpan.

He meets you head on. "We only pay the professionals, not the trainees."

You pout harder. "I hate that. I get it. But I hate it."

He chuckles.

Four rolls his shoulders and checks your hip simply because he can. "So what's that book about? Animals?"

"It's my text book." You say, patting your bag where it sits safely tucked away. "It has all the information I would need for my classes and then some." You rub your eyes again. "I swear I'm going t have this entire book memorized before I get home. I had a test on Tuesday for crying out loud."

"It's admirable that you're still studying though." Four smirks at you.

"Studying, the only words that very blatantly describes the acts of students dying." You grumble.

Warrior laughs out loud an smacks your back, nearly sending you careening into the gravel trail face first. "I remember those days. I couldn't wait to get away from the desk and on to the field!"

"Yeah?" You say, relaxing a little more at the common experience. "What for?"

"Knight training of course." He shrugs. "Had to learn the laws like the back of our hands. Fighting came after."

"I remember that." Sky stretches his arms over his head. "Hated it."

"No time like the present." Legend shrugs. "You're on the field now whether you like it or not. Nothing like learning on the job."

Somehow, you don't feel like that bodes well for you. "Remember, I'm studying animals, not people."

"We're not all that different though." He pops his back. Legend looks at you with an unreadable gleam in his eye. "You might want to give a check up to Wolfie too, while you're at it."

You smile. "Dogs I can do. Horses will have to wait a little more."

Twilight throws something at Legend head, but you don't know why.

[marlynnofmany]

Recreational Food

I admired the scenery as we walked. “I’m glad we came during the dry season. Looks like there wouldn’t be much solid ground otherwise.” This wide flat area was pretty clearly the flood plains for the river just over the hillside, with several tiny plateaus where huge trees had escaped getting washed away. Everything else was dirt.

Paint spread her arms beside me, basking in the sun like the little lizardy alien she was. “I’m just glad to be outside! It’s been so long since we had a delivery on an actual planet, not to mention one that smells nice.”

It smelled like dry river mud to me, which was nice enough, but maybe those trees were extra appealing to Heatseeker senses. There was a scent of something kind of like rosemary on the breeze, now that I thought about it.

Paint was still talking. “We’re not even in a hurry today! The drop-off went fine, so we can stroll back to the ship at our own pace. This is lovely. I could stay out here all day.”

The ground rumbled. Splashes and the bleats of distressed animals sounded from the direction of the river. The rumbling got louder.

I asked, “Are you familiar with the concept of ‘jinxing it’?”

Before Paint could answer, a stampede swept over the hill toward us. Paint screamed and bolted. I ran after her, frantically searching for a plateau that was both climbable and close.

“This one!” I yelled over the noise of what had to be hundreds of alien fauna. Vaguely buffalo-shaped things without horns. I’d study them more closely when they weren’t closing in fast. Paint barely heard me, so I towed her over to the plateau and boosted her up. She wasn’t a natural climber, but she made do, scrambling to safety with me close behind. We made it out of trampling range just in time.

I clambered up and lay flat under the spreading tree while Paint hyperventilated beside me, an ocean of brown fur rolling by underneath. The rocky ground shook and the tree showered us with leaves. But the branches didn’t fall and neither did we, and eventually the herd calmed down from whatever had startled them.

The problem was, they calmed down before they finished passing our tiny island. Thundering footsteps slowed to a mooing, moaning amble, with buffalo-things surrounding us for a good distance in all directions.

My phone rang. We both twitched. Luckily the animals were loud enough to miss it. I pulled the phone from my pocket, hands vibrating with adrenaline, and answered a call from the captain.

“Are you safe?” she asked, her voice distant over the phone. “We got a report of local fauna moving unexpectedly.”

I laughed, wide-eyed while Paint tried to get her breathing under control. “Yeah, we barely made it. I’m not sure how we’re going to get back, though. They’re all around us, and I don’t like our chances if we try to just walk through.”

“Yes, don’t get too close.” I heard claws on keys as Captain Sunlight checked the local information bank. “These creatures are known to be hostile. They also treat approaching shuttles like threats, which doesn’t bode well for an air rescue.”

I tried to breathe deeply and get my heart rate back to normal. “Threats that they should attack, or run from?”

“This says they face off with shuttles, and defend whatever territory they’re occupying at the time. Attempts to chase them away have been unsuccessful, as have attempts to lead them away.”

“Yeah, that’s the worst,” I said, glancing up at the thick branches above. “Our vertical access is garbage right now anyway. We’d have a hard time getting into a shuttle.”

Paint was looking a little more calm, though worried. “Maybe they’ll wander away on their own?”

I relayed the question in case Captain Sunlight hadn’t heard it. She said, “Maybe. Let me contact the local authorities for more information. Stay safe; I’ll call you back.”

I said goodbye and put the phone away, then just lay there listening to my heartbeat and the various grunts from below. Paint sniffed audibly, no doubt appreciating the spicy tree smell. I tried to enjoy the view. The buffalo-things had heavy paws instead of hooves, and their faces were misshapen to my Earth eyes, more mooselike than anything. The thick brown fur was normal enough, though.

I was trying to think of what breed of dog it reminded me of when a cloud covered the sun.

A dark cloud. The kind that might be full of rain.

“Oh no,” I said.

“That can’t be rain,” Paint said, scrambling up. “It’s not the rainy season!”

I got to my feet, clutching a branch. “It could be rain. A flash flood might solve one of our problems, but…”

“Oh, that would be so much worse!” Paint hugged her arms close. The air hadn’t gotten that much cooler yet, but rain could be bad for a cold-blooded Heatseeker. And that was even without considering whether we’d have to swim for it.

I looked around frantically. “There’s got to be something we can do. Maybe throw a rock and scare them into stampeding away again?”

We scoured the rocky plateau, but nothing came off bigger than a fingernail, and the only things up there aside from the tree were some sparse bits of grass/moss and stray dirt. Even the tree didn’t have any small branches that looked easily snapped off; they were all thick limbs. I could probably climb out over the herd if I really needed a stick, but that did not look worth it.

I checked my pockets. “Wait, I have food. Maybe that’ll help.” We’d left right before lunch, and I’d grabbed a few portable things in case the delivery took too long. I thought hard about what kind of food these creatures might like, and how they might react to it, as I knelt and emptied my pockets onto the ground.

It was all Earth stuff from the import sector of the last space station we’d stopped at. A packet of turkey jerky. Freeze-dried strawberries. A tube of peanut butter that had thankfully not ruptured in the scramble up here. Pop Rocks.

I picked up that last one, thinking fast.

Paint was reading the label on the peanut butter. “Oh, this is the one some of your people are allergic to. I suppose it’s too much to hope these creatures are as well?”

“I have a better idea,” I said, eyeing the lowest branch. It was sturdy. There were creatures below. And they were all wet from the river. I turned to Paint. “Throwing something might startle them enough to stampede if we hit one just right, but I’ll bet that’s not as startling as the sound of sudden hissing from the back of their neck.”

“Which of your foods does that??” Paint asked.

I held up the brightly colored package. “Recreational food. They’re basically sugar crystals with tiny pockets of compressed air inside. They pop and hiss when they dissolve.”

Paint shook her head. “I’m not even going to ask why.”

“Great.” I shoved the package into a thigh pocket that I’d be able to reach easily, then hooked an arm over the branch and climbed up.

“Be careful!”

“I will,” I said as the clouds darkened further. Lying on the branch like a particularly awkward jungle cat, I scooted over the edge of the plateau. None of the creatures seemed to notice, busy as they were in nosing the dusty ground for sprouted grass, or whatever passed for it here. Good. I wanted their heads down.

When I was over a big one, I stopped and got out the pack, oh so carefully. Dropping it now could well be the kind of mistake I’d regret for a long time. I ripped open the package with care, knees clamped around the branch, as thunder rumbled closer than I’d like.

Then I gauged the angle carefully, and poured a stream of Pop Rocks directly onto the buffalo-thing’s neck.

I heard it crackle and pop as the sugar dissolved in the wet fur. Suddenly everything was panicked bellows and the thunder of feet. I clung to the branch, hoping desperately that it wasn’t about to snap off under my weight. All I could see below me was waves of brown fur.

It felt like the stampede went on for longer this time. Maybe because I didn’t have any climbing to distract me; all I could do was hold onto the branch like the most desperate of baby monkeys, and hope it held.

It held.

Finally the rumbling footsteps receded over the hill, leaving churned-up dirt below and a very grateful Paint behind me.

“You did it! It worked! Now let’s go; I think I see rain!”

She was right. I shimmied back onto solid ground to pick up the rest of my snacks, shoving them into pockets alongside the crumpled Pop Rocks package, then I helped Paint scramble down from the plateau.

Wind had picked up, blowing rain towards us in a visible wall from the west. But something silver glinted in the sky to the north, which grew swiftly into the welcome sight of a local rescue shuttle.

We ran for it. It landed on the riverbed, door open and arms waving from inside, and we dove in just before the rain hit.

“Safe!” Paint exclaimed as the door shut and a Frillian in a uniform guided her into a chair. “That was too many close calls for one day!”

I followed the directions to take my own seat as the shuttle lifted off. A different Frillian handed me a blanket, though I didn’t need it. Nice and warm, though. I asked Paint, “Ready to go back to the indoors for a while?”

She settled a heat shawl around her shoulders and sighed with relief. “I suppose so. Much less chance of getting trampled or frozen there.”

The official next to me asked, “What caused the herd to move away? We were told they had surrounded the area.”

I grinned and dug out the crumpled package. “Recreational food!” There were still a few Pop Rocks caught in one corner, so I dumped them into my mouth to demonstrate. The expressions on the rescuers’ faces were great as the candy hissed and popped on my tongue. “I poured thith down on a big one,” I explained around it.

Paint added, “It worked great! Scared them right away.”

The officials exchanged a look, then asked to see the package. I happily handed it over and explained where I’d gotten it. Paint said our courier ship would be happy to arrange a delivery of some if they wanted.

By the time we reached our ship, the local officials were ready to talk to the captain about ordering some recreational Earth food, to use for an entirely different purpose than it was made for. But that would hardly be the first time.

~~~

These are the ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book.

Shared early on Patreon! There’s even a free tier to get them on the same day as the rest of the world.

The sequel novel is in progress (and will include characters from these stories. I hadn’t thought all of them up when I wrote the first book, but they’re too much fun to leave out of the second).

[kazz-brekker]

hotd episode thoughts

listen, as someone who enjoys some good dragon drama, i feel fantastically well catered-to by this episode

the confrontation between rhaenyra and addam was fun, i liked that it's apparently kind of inspired by western face-offs but with dragons instead of guns

that conversation between larys and ironrod while they were watching aemond sentence men to the watch definitely implied to me that, unlike with his brother, the council is so wary of/intimidated by aemond they don't even want to talk to him about possibly important war developments. which does not bode well for team green's stability in the future, tbh

jace stop being mean about mysaria that's your mom's girlfriend you're talking about :(

i did find the conversation between rhaenyra and jace really interesting, i hadn't considered that the sowing of the seeds plan might bring out so much of his insecurities about being a bastard. he and rhaenyra have probably the most functional parent-child relationship in the show, but they really DON'T talk about this aspect of his life at all, and it really shows

oscar tully unexpected mvp of the episode perhaps? holding his own against that whole council of river lords…calling daemon loathsome…making him execute willem blackwood to atone for spurring on those war crimes…king shit!

i enjoyed getting to see viserys again, i've really missed his actor this season and seeing daemon's reaction to his ruined face was quite interesting

daemon you are SO close to realizing that you don't actually want to be king and would make a terrible ruler, i'm rooting for you to figure this out by the season finale

the scene with aegon and larys talking was probably my favorite from last week so i really liked that we got a follow-up on it. very impressed that aegon is capable of walking even the tiniest amount after what he's been through

rhaena running off into the mountains…she's getting that dragon by hook or by crook

ulf trying to get out of claiming a dragon by claiming he had an injury made me laugh

i like that hugh and ulf have totally different reactions to being possible dragonseeds, one boasting and the other hiding it

alicent was serving real ophelia by john william waterhouse vibes this episode

loved that the dragonkeepers had a huge fight with rhaenyra over the sowing of the seeds, they're in the background of so many dragon scenes but we've never gotten much perspective on what they think of dragons or the targaryen right to claim them before

i do admit to saying "wow, those are some toasty boys" out loud when vermithor was torching those poor dragonseeds

love love LOVE that we got to see both vermithor and silverwing this episode, they look so cool and i love their distinct designs

i have been waiting ALL SEASON for the payoff of hugh and ulf claiming those dragons and it was such an exciting sequence, you could really feel the adrenaline and the danger the whole time

ryan condal on the inside the episodes comparing the death of the dragonseeds to ritual sacrifice was also super fun symbolism

another daeron mention, hi daeron and tessarion :)

also house beesbury making problems for the hightowers, love to see it

after aemond has spent so much time this season intimidating and terrifying other people it WAS super fun to see him do a hard swerve into fear when he saw how many dragonriders rhaenyra has now

that final shot of rhaenyra standing on the dragonmount with syrax, vermithor, and silverwing behind her DID get to, i must say. it's house of the dragon! and we have the dragons!!!

okay yeah i am super hyped for the finale and whatever it may bring, seems like it's gonna be epic. the triarchy! the dragons! the riverlands! helaena in the war effort, apparently?! what fun!

[stuffymcstuffsworld]

What they call me

Never in a thousand years did kalego ever expect to be called that. It wasn't something he believed, suitable with his goals. But, as he's starting to realize with his current class, things were not often the way he wished them to be.

How did this happen? Where did it all go wrong? No... he knew exactly where it went wrong. There's only one brat to blame. IRUMA.

If not for him, he's sure all the others would have followed suit. That brat was the bane of his existence. How could one child cause so much trouble for him?

Iruma:

"Not like that!" "Huh?!? Oh! Do you mean like this?" "No you imbecile!!" SMACK! Why was he stuck tutoring this menace again?

"I did it!!" The boy cheered. "Finally." Kalego scoffed. Iruma beamed brightly at him. "Thanks, dad!" Kalego can feel his blood freeze.

What did he just say? Iruma ran off before he had a chance to smack him for his insolence! He groaned, laying his head on his desk. This would not bode well for him.

Lied:

He was right. Iruma had started domino affect among his students. He rubbed his temples. "Please, please, please!" Whined the young blonde.

"No." He said firmly. "THAT'S NOT FAIR!!!!" The little imp shouts. "How come those guys get to keep their phones?" He points at Jazz and Allocer.

"Because." The older demon growls through gritted teeth. "Those idiots have already completed their assignments. He turns the page of his book.

The child looks ready to explode. His cheeks puff and turn red. He screams out loud. "I HATE YOU DAD!!"

Soi:

The older demon glared down at the younger one. The lavender-haired boy was pouting. Kalego sneered. "I don't see how it's any of my concern."

"I need a guardians permission." The brat says stubbornly. "Then why not ask your damn mother?" He snaps. "Cause then father would find out."

The teacher let's out a frustrated growl. Cursing as he snatches the paper away and signing it. "Thanks dad." "I'M NOT YO-" The purple gremlin has already vanished.

Jazz, Allocer, & Kamui:

"Excuse me?" He narrows his eyes and turns to see an officer staring up at him. "Yes?" He asked with a frown.

The officer holds up three of his troublemakers. He can feel the veins in his forehead twitching. "Do these three belong to you?"

He stares directly at each one of his students annoyed by their pleading eyes. He looks the officer straight in the eye and says... "No."

The boys start to protest as he continues. "I've never seen these three in my life." He turns and starts to walk off.

"Nooooo!!!!!" "You bastard!" "I wonder what Opera and Balam-sensei will say when we tell them you left us here." He stops in his tracks.

He spins around and takes them from the officer. "I'll be sure to discipline them later." He grumbles. "It must be difficult being a single father." The officer laments.

The kids grin. Kalego glares at them. "Not... a... word." He seethe's. The boys laugh as they're drag away. "Yes, dad!"

[angelicyouth]

Parallel ; Chapter 4

⇢ pairing: stan marsh x mccormick!reader

⇢ genre: fake dating ; hogwarts AU

⇢ synopsis: ❝Transferring to Hogwarts during your fifth year, you were excited at the prospect of all the new potential eye candy to choose from. That dream gets crushed, however, when your childhood enemy impulsively claims you as his girlfriend.❞

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An elbow roughly digs into your ribs as your feet shuffles along the stoned floor of the castle’s dimly lit hallways, your leg shooting out to trip the person walking close to your side in reparation. You stifle a laugh when you’re successful in your action, your teeth painfully digging into your lips so as to not make too much sound.

“Will you shut the fuck up! This is a mission of stealth—we’re not supposed to be alerting the goddam student body with your loud fucking stomping! And I know that you’re a witch but you don’t need to annoyingly cackle like the muggles depict them to do, either!” A large hand shoots out to shove at your shoulder, Stan angrily whispering by your side as you walk in time with one another.

Boldly entering the Ravenclaw tower from the entrance of their common room during the early evening did not bode well with the students when they saw the green robe adorning your rushing frame, to the boy’s side of the dorms no less. It alarmed those that witnessed your haste, a prefect sent to find out where you were going and to admonish whoever allowed you entry.

Honestly regaling the incidents that occurred at detention with Professor Umbridge would’ve been fine to excuse the intrusion, especially when they caught sight of your sickly form looking dazed and unfocused. But that was ruined when the wooden door of the dorm accidentally opened wider, revealing the multitude of your other friends crowded in Kyle’s room. 

As a result, one of the Ravenclaws ratted your red-headed friend to administration (it was the same student who had a one-sided rivalry with Kyle for his higher ranking results during exams—go figure). This is how you ended up with your boyfriend in this situation, the soft material of a Cloak of Invisibility thrown over your bodies in an attempt to bust your prefect friend out of punishment.

The two of you were sent as everyone waited in Kyle’s dorm (getting in trouble wouldn’t have deterred you guys from hanging out in there). This was under the reasoning that if the both of you got caught, you guys could excuse your actions by saying that you were just two lovers sneaking away for privacy.

But standing this close with one another, you couldn’t help but to notice the familiar notes of scents that mingle beautifully together to make up Stan—the same ones that you belatedly realized that the Amortentia that you brewed emitted. It hurt when you took note of how a whiff coming from the concoction was of your smells intertwined with one another because of how much time you’ve been spending together.

The way that the fragrances complimented the other in a way that only amplified the best parts of the other’s mixture, seamlessly blending together and accompanying the both of you wherever you went. You wonder if this is what love smells like because this recent development was like carrying your affection around, constantly reminding you of the other.

The feelings you’ve been experiencing hurt just as much as it was confusing because growing up, the two of you have always fought over the littlest things. There was always an unspoken rivalry between the two of you, born from the beginning of time wherein you tried to best the other no matter what it was.

You weren’t so juvenile to have been unconciously keeping up that charade all your life because you liked him… Right? Like a little child picking on their crush just to get their attention..?

Disrupting your internal conflict, Stan pushes you against the brick wall that adorns the hallway, throwing a hand over your mouth. You send him a questioning look, his body pressed against yours and his unoccupied arm wrapping itself around your waist.

His face is close to yours as he wordlessly stares into your eyes, the sound of footsteps explaining his actions as you roll your eyes. Fucking idiot, we’re wearing a Cloak of Invisibility is what you nonverbally communicate when you send him a condescending look back.

He lazily quirks an eyebrow in response and you just know that he’s keeping the both of you in this position to be annoying now that there was no threat to be identified, the footsteps belonging to a group of Gryffindor girls chatting with one another. You smirk to yourself as you slowly lick the inside of his palm to encourage him to drop his hold over you in disgust, your eyes challenging the other as you hold eye contact.

The arm wrapped around your waist slightly tightens at the provocative gesture before he calmly removes his larger hand from your face, never breaking eye contact as he makes a show of taking his time in dragging his tongue over the area you just licked. There’s a smug smirk curving against his attractive face as your breath stutters in the space between the two of you, his fingers beginning to lightly skim themselves against your clothed side.

"You've been avoiding me." He deeply mutters in the space between the two of you, his hand lightly trailing against a stray lock of hair and teasingly tugging on it.

"What the fuck are you talking about? I see you everyday, all the damn time because you've somehow convinced our friends and my brothers to pity you enough to keep you around. If I had known this would have happened, I would have told 8-year-old Kenny to drop your ass as a kid." You softly scoff, your intimate position making every puff of air that exits your mouth to lightly hit his pretty pink lips.

"You know it's not that, dumbass. You've been avoiding making eye contact with me." A large hand gently caresses your chin, firmly guiding your face forward when your eyes start to shift to the side.

You scoff, defiantly wrenching your head away from his hold. "That doesn't mean shit, Marsh. Maybe I've just decided to save my eyesight from going bad too early by not looking at your ugly mug all the time.

You're rewarded with an unamused look, the hand not wrapped around your waist lightly trailing its fingers down the length of your arm until it can interwine your hands together. You can feel the eager goosebumps that arise at his soft touch as you continue, "Why the hell do you even care? This isn't real, Marsh. Or did I hurt your ego?"

He doesn't answer as he takes his time in bringing his face closer to yours, your unoccupied hand reaching out to grasp at the uniformed button-up along his taut stomach in anticipation. Your heated breaths begin to mingle with one another as the space between the two of you steadily diminishes.

The air is almost electric as you wait, daring the other to crumble and to make the first move. Ever since your spontaneous first kiss at Madam Puddifoot's, the both of you will often pull the other in for more with the reasoning that Wendy or the boys were watching.

You know that it's an excuse because one too many times, Stan will drag you behind the banners hanging over the walls or underneath empty stairwells just to drown in your eager lips. Its gotten to the point that you felt disturbingly empty when one of his arms weren't wrapped around your shoulders or your fingers weren't interlocked with his.

If the both of you were sitting, he'll either throw your legs sideways over his thighs or place you on his own lap as Cartman mimes fake vomiting in the background. Tweek has even had to pull you aside to talk, a messenger for both Butters and Clyde who felt that they missed having your time and undivided attention recently.

Just as his plump lips lightly skims against yours so softly that it almost feels nonexistent, he sends you another teasing smirk before he pulls his body completely away. He grabs one of your hands to intertwine your fingers together as a frown begins to form on your face from the loss of heat and the disappointment that you feel, the ravenette tugging you along to follow his taller form so that you can resume your task at hand.

You don’t look at him for the rest of the trip to find Kyle, not wanting him to see the warmth of your blush decorating your cheeks.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

“Remember: the happier the memory, the better the charm will work.” Professor Snape leisurely drawls as the rest of the class and you watch the next student ready their wand in the air to perform the spell that you were learning about in Defence Against the Dark Arts today.

The vast majority of witches and wizards were unable to produce any form of Patronus as it was considered an indication of superior magical ability. Even those qualified had a difficult time performing the charm as it was infamous for how advanced and complex it was.

This meant that no one was surprised when after the student on the raised platform in the middle of the classroom recited the appropriate incantation, only a feeble burst of smoke trailed after the end of his wand. Snape had everyone coming up to attempt to at least conjure up an incorporeal spirit guardian but only two were successful so far, able to produce vapor without a clearly defined form.

“HA! Fucking lame!” Cartman hollers out loud from his seat behind you, the volume of his headache-inducing voice making you wince.

“10 points from Slytherin.” The head of your own House monotonously announces, the boys snickering into their hands while some fake cough to hide their amusement.

”What the fu—heck for?!” The larger teen protests, the whole class collectively rolling their eyes at the daily occurrence.

”Make that 20 points for embarrassing your classmate, for sneaking food into class, and for talking back.” Cartman’s grubby paw automatically shoots out towards his mouth to wipe any possible crumbs that gave him away before going to the pocket of his robe, the distinctive sound of a wrapper crinkling in the fabric.

“Dumbass.” Kyle discreetly mumbles, his chin resting on the palm of his hand as he lazily doodles on the margins of his scroll. His quill runs off of the parchment and onto his desk when Cartman kicks at the legs of his chair, the Ravenclaw automatically reaching out to grab his wand before Butters stops him with a gentle hand on his wrist.

”Tucker, detention. See me after class.”

”Wha—!” Craig immediately ceases his snickering, his head whipping around to look at his still laughing friends.

When he’s only offered a pointed look from Snape, the ravenette slumps down in his seat with his arms petulantly crossed over his chest and mumbles spilling out of his mouth. “You’re fucking kidding me. Why the hell do I always get caught..?”

“Y/N McCormick, you’re up next.” At your professor’s words, the guys all either reach out to give you an encouraging pat or send you a motivational smile as you stand up to walk towards the middle of the room.

You take your time as anxiety steadily begins to thrum along your body at the volume of attention on your form, a shaky breath of air escaping from your slightly parted lips to help relieve some of that tension. Once you’re in position, you lift your wand up and softly close your eyes as you begin to think of pleasant memories.

The grinning faces of your brothers immediately comes to mind, their hands stretched towards yours as they tightly intertwine your fingers with their own. Your mother stands behind them as her gentle expression washes your body in comforting warmth, her proud smile shining at the group of siblings from the time that your family found out that the four of you have an affinity for magic.

It’s still not enough, you bemoan.

The space in between your eyebrows begins to furrow together as you urge yourself to dig even deeper, to reach out for that feeling that you know is there. You can just feel it calling out for you, patient and gentle as it caresses your body, providing a feeling of peace and a solace of safety.

The other boys were there, too, you belatedly think to yourself. The memory was fuzzy around the edges from how long ago it took place but you knew that they had come over to pick up you and your siblings from your house to play outside as you did everyday.

But...

It was Stan that had been the one to spot the owl that personally delivered your acceptance letters from your wizarding schools, his high-pitched hollering echoing out in your thoughts from before puberty hit him like a freight train. It was clear in your mind, the way he excitedly hovered over your shoulders as you opened up the envelope and read the words within it that changed the trajectory of your life.

You feel the corner of your lips quirk up at the full feeling in your chest as you confidently call out, “Expecto Patronum!”

The sharp multitude of gasps prompts you to open your eyes, your vision adjusting to the sight of the lingering smoke trailing out of your still-lifted wand. Confusion overtakes your features when you don’t see anything appear in front of your standing position, an embarrassed grin forming on your face at your failure.

Just as you were about to take a step forward to exit the raised platform of the walkway, goosebumps begin to run along your body when you feel something unexpectedly wrapping around your waist. Lowering your eyes, you squint to see the blinding, dazzling silver of a scaled tail.

Following the appendage to identify the owner, your body slowly turns in place until you’re greeted to the sight of a silver misted dragon. Its towering frame protectively stands over your smaller one, extreme shock filling you to the core to see that you actually succeeded.

And the only one at that.

All too soon, your spirit guardian slowly dissolves into the air in a sea of sparkling glitter and thin wisps of vapor. It’s quiet in the room, everyone staring at you in muted surprise as they await their professor’s words.

“That is very advanced magic, McCormick.” Snape brings his hands together, slowly clapping at the previous display. It would have been seen as sarcastic and demeaning from anyone else, especially with the unamused expression resting on his face, but you know that its high praise coming from the head of your House as you begin to blush in bashfulness.

“Your Patronus was fully-formed. Not an incorporeal one that would be expected from a few of you but a corporeal one. Most Patronuses take the form of an ordinary animal—like a mouse, a horse, or perhaps a rabbit.” He lifts his form off of the edge of his desk at the front of the room, leisurely walking closer to where you were still standing as he continues to address the rest of his students.

“But yours—it's extremely rare. It’s very uncommon to have an extinct animal as your Patronus, to have a magical creature like Dumbledore and his phoenix. Good work, you may sit down now.”

At that, you couldn’t deny what you felt for Stan Marsh any longer. 

As you perch yourself back at the seat of your desk, you shyly smile at all the praise and compliments of the boys. You spot your boyfriend over the shoulders of Clyde when he gives you a hug and you can’t help but to laugh bitterly when you see that foreign look on his face again.

From your peripherals, you can see the proud expression that Wendy Testaburger is sending you and can only hide your face in the crook of the brunette’s neck in avoidance. Your arms tighten around his waist as you let out a shaky breath, feeling suddenly drained of energy.

Fuck, this is going to hurt.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

A cacophony of loud cheering could be heard, the sheer volume of the noise being made reverberating the stadium of students. Today was the last game of the season and the most important as it granted the winning team an Inter-House Quidditch Cup, tensions high in between classes.

Almost all of Hogwarts had shown up in a sea of red and gold in support of Gryffindor—small sparks of red fireworks periodically going off in the shape of lions that were charmed to roar out loud everytime the animals would open up their mouths. One stand was filled only with the entire student body of Slytherins that were shooting out green and silver sparklers and ribbons from the end of their wands, devotedly yelling out.

At the front of the rails, a large poster was thrown over with a large snake that moved around the blank canvas to spell out the words Slytherin. Your group of friends and brothers stood out within the stadium, easily identifiable even from a thousand feet away as they were donned in a combination of red and green regalia.

When you followed your team out onto the field, you couldn’t help but to snicker as they obnoxiously hollered and called for your attention like a bunch of raging fangirls until you waved back at them, their appearances making them look as if Christmas threw up on them. You giggle when you play along with their theatrics, blowing a flying kiss as Kenny pretends to catch it and dramatically faint as he drapes his upper body along the rails of the stand that they’re seated behind.

As Madam Hooch routinely goes over the rules, you take the time to leisurely scan your surroundings. There’s a light drizzle of rain that you know that you’ll appreciate once you’ve become sweaty during the game, the dreary grey of the sky looming over your form as every puff of air that escapes your mouth forms opaque clouds. 

The two team captains shake their hands after she frees the Bludgers and the Golden Snitch, an anxious thrum overtaking your body as she counts down from three. 

Three—you make eye contact with your boyfriend from across the expanse of green, an excited glint in his eyes and a cocky smile on his face.

Two—a muscular arm wraps around your waist as your surrounding teammates raise their voices when one of their own fraternizes with the enemy, your boyfriend raising a vulgar middle finger up as he plants a quick good luck kiss on your smiling lips. 

One—you feel as if you’re already off the ground, your body feeling light as an overwhelming sense of euphoria causes your heart to soar from the ravenette’s touch.

At the verbal signal of go, brooms quickly shoot up into the sky as Hooch throws the Quaffle up into the air. You evoke a wave of hollering and cheers as you get ahold of the Quaffle, nimbly dashing past your House on the stands as you make the first goal of the game.

Putting your team ahead at 10-0 within the first five minutes of the game, your eyes unconsciously find cerulean blue as Stan sends you a bright smile in triumph. The proud expression on his face fuels your motivation, the school watching in wonder at your agile movements as you easily wrack up 60 points within only thirty minutes into the game.

Your fellow chaser, Bebe Stevens, trails closely behind you with intense focus as she shoves at anybody who tries to get near you and yanks people by the back of their uniform if they get too close. This landed Slytherin with a couple of fouls throughout the game, your team not afraid to play a little dirty with the shared determination to win.

You didn’t like to play this way, prefering to let your skills talk in your place. But when Rebecca “Red” McArthur roughly rams into your side either on purpose or accidentally, the Quaffle gets knocked out of your hands and into Dovahkiin's awaiting ones. With Red still trying to cut you off after the act, you harshly swerve as you dig your shoulder into her body in an attempt to deter her.

“ILLEGAL PUSHING FROM MCCORMICK! FOUL AGAINST SLYTHERIN!”

“BULLSHIT!” You frustratingly yell along with the disagreements that your House hollers in your defense, your eyes rolling at the boo’s coming from the other students.

Just as Red lifts her arm up to score, you maneuver your way above her position to sweep your hand underneath your broom. The leathery material of the Quaffle against the palm of your hand makes you smirk as you rip it out of her grasp, throwing the item at Gryffindor’s goal post and gaining your team additional points.

The game becomes increasingly intense as the other House quickly catches up, the opposing team steadily racking up points from the amount of penalties that your team was awarded from the illegal moves that they performed. This made the pressure to widen the gap on you increase and unbeknownst to you, Stan was closely watching you in concern at the amount of people trying to get to you.

Your concentration didn’t allow you to see the way that you escaped by mere inches on multiple occasions when people tried to yank your uniform back or how the beaters were deliberately directing Bludgers in your vicinity due to their captain's imposed strategy. You didn’t see the way Red became increasingly frustrated with your constant scoring and the multitude of times that you cut her off from a play.

But Stan did, and luckily Craig did too as he purposefully flew past chasers to throw them off of their focal point so that you could have a clearer path to score. Your brother’s boyfriend got heavily reprimanded by your team captain for being out of place before the chaser took off mid-conversation, having spotted the blur of fluttering gold.

Taking advantage of the assist, you quickly bring your arm backwards to throw the Quaffle into the goal post which finally brings your team back to a tie. “MCCORMICK MAKES THE GOAL, BOTH TEAMS ARE NOW AT—“

But it’s too late.

It’s as if everything plays in slow motion as the entire study body watches in horror as a blur of red painfully crashes into your side, a sickening crack echoing throughout the now eerily quiet stadium. Screams pick up as everyone watches your body gets nastily thrown off of your broom, your body limp as it quickly hurtles down onto the field.

The last thing you see is both Stan and Craig abandoning the Golden Snitch to dive down towards your falling form, pushing their brooms to reach almost unattainable speeds as their outstretched arms try to grab onto you. 

[banannabethchase]

9 + 20 for matt/adam

9 ☆ { holding } their shoulders for stability and 20 ☆ { riding } them

This is the exact pair I sent to Sarah. I received and now I get to give.

~

Don't Get Caught

"Shh," Adam says, gripping Matt's ass. "Don't want anyone to hear us."

"We don't?" Matt asks, rocking his hips in a way that makes Adam pretty sure he could die happy right now. "Thought you like it when I was loud."

"I do," Adam says, pushing his hips up. "But, uh. This is not a place we want to get caught." He watches as Matt glances over to Tony's jacket hanging on the door of the office.

"Why not?" Matt asks. He picks up the pace of his movements, hands on Adam's shoulders to balance. It's fast enough that Adam's eyes are about to roll back in his head. "Don't want people walking in? Come on now, Hanger." Matt shoots him this little smile that doesn't bode well for Adam's sanity. "You're saying that wouldn't get you off?"

Adam makes a weird noise in the back of his throat, something he can't stop, and Matt laughs at him.

"You know me, Hanger, but I know you just as well."

Matt rides Adam and the line between too loud and just loud enough for long enough that Adam gets a little fed up with his games. Using the couch for balance, he wraps one arm around Matt and stands, propping Matt up on Tony's desk.

"Oh, god."

Adam laughs as he rails Matt on the boss' desk, the two of them giggling through kisses and laughter. Adam comes first, face buried in Matt's neck as he bites down, then slides down Matt's body.

"Helps with the mess," he says, winking. He swallows Matt down, who cries his name so loudly Adam's sure it echoed around the venue. He stands, leaning to the couch to wipe his mouth off with Matt's shirt.

"Hey!"

"You'll live," he says, tossing the shirt to Matt. "Plus, it's patterned. No one will see it."

"If they do, they'll know it's a cum stain," Matt hisses as he pulls the shirt on over his head.

"Oh, now you're trying to be quiet." Adam adjusts his pants and does his belt, looking around the room for his tee shirt. "Damn it. Where'd it go?"

The shirt slid down the back of the couch, but Matt's able to snake his arm behind and grab it.

"Ew," Matt says, wrinkling his nose. "It's covered in dust."

Adam looks at the shirt. "This might as well happen." He uses the shirt to wipe down Tony's desk and then shoves it in his back pocket.

"Aw," Matt says, a little pout on his lips. "I liked that shirt."

"It'll wash out," Adam says. "Come on. Let's get out of here before we get caught."

Matt catches a few things that needed to get moved back to their original position, including a blue pen that had skittered onto the floor during the frenzy.

"How did you even see that?" Adam asks, pushing Tony's chair in.

"I noticed it when you put me on the desk," Matt says, tossing his hair over his shoulder. "Some of us are perceptive."

"Don't be bitchy about it," Adam says, hauling Matt in by the ass. He leans down and kisses Matt, a little bite behind it. "Be nice."

"Okay," Matt says, eyes big and wide as he looks up at Adam. "Okay."

The hallway is empty when they sneak out of the office.

"And that's Tony's Office checked off," Matt says, tapping his phone. "We're 45% done with the bucket list."

"You calculated that?"

Matt nods. "It's easy. There's 100 places on the list, this was number 45. Want to see the ones we have left?"

"Uh," Adam says, hearing footsteps around the corner. "Not right now, baby. Back at the hotel." He leans in and presses a kiss to Matt's forehead. "I'll see you later, okay?"

Matt beams at him and nods. "Later."

Adam thinks he's in the clear to get to the Dark Order locker room when he almost crashes into Tony.

"Oh, hey, Tony," he says, trying to steady his heart. The fact that he's shirtless makes it feel harder. "What're you up to?"

"Trying to find Matt. Jackson," Tony clarifies, like he needs to. "Have you seen him?"

"Uh. No. Nope, haven't seen him." He sidesteps Tony. "I, uh, promised Silver I'd hit the gym with him." The shirt in his back pocket feels like it's broadcasting his guilt. "Later!"

Tony makes a little noise and frowns as he looks at his iPad and walks away.

Tony's looking for you. He sends to Matt

what did you tell him????

Nothing. Obviously. Adam rolls his eyes and shoves his phone back into his pocket.

"Where were you?" Silver asks. "And why are you wearing jeans? We can't work out in jeans."

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Adam says with a grin.

Silver stares at him. "Why's your back all scratched up?"

Adam laughs. "Wouldn't you like to know."

[ofluminance-a]

@deathfavor said: " Oi oi. " Hanma can't help himself when Sin reaches out to catch Takemichi's chin in his hand. He seems so small when it seems like one of his hands could cover him entirely. " You look pretty cute when you get all determined like that, y'know? " He remarks, leaning down closer and closer as if he's getting a real good look at him. Prettier when he cries though. " So ~ What's got you all fired up? " Hanma presses, leaning even closer. " I won't tell ~ ♡ "

it was strange to say, but hanma's presence or the weight of his arm around firm shoulders, was something takemichi had grown more accustomed too recently. sure, it was probably a laugh for the reaper to watch takemichi squirm beneath his gaze, but.. he couldn't help it. .. he's freakin' hanma! kisaki's right hand! who wouldn't?!

but today, it's.. different when hanma calls out to him. instead of dead weight that he's so used to holding up, a hand reaches out and slips beneath takemichi's chin, stunning him where he stands. what was he-- did hanma just-- call him .. cute?!?!

with each inch that hanma descends, the redder takemichi's cheeks and ears become. what was this all of a sudden? hanma didn't actually know about takemichi's stupid crush.. did he?! " what? c-cute? .. heh, me? no way.. i -- " all takemichi can do is stammer. he's not even quite sure of the words that are currently leaving his mouth.

but--- then comes a question that takemichi cannot shake. everyone had their reasons for sticking around the people they cared about the most. even if some of those ties go back to childhood. but, hanma? -- he was something of an enigma. what had kisaki ever done for him? what was in it for him? why follow someone like .. that?! --- there was always another path. had hanma been on the wrong one the entire time? or, was this kisaki's plan from the start? ... did hanma even care?!

maybe it was the stupid crush or maybe because, deep down, takemichi didn't see hanma in as dark of a light as he did see kisaki? whatever the case, the idea of hanma being pure evil didn't bode well with takemichi. he wasn't kisaki, even if he was always right beside him. he deserved a chance, and until proven guilty of utter evil-ness, takemichi was giving the reaper the benefit of all his doubts. even if it was perhaps the most idiotic thing he's ever done.

dropping his gaze, takemichi looks down, brows knitting together. suddenly, he forgets how close the two of them are actually standing together. in fact, he can almost feel hanma's breath against his cheek, tickling the blonde strays that have fallen, making pink cheeks darken even more.

" .. why the hell do you follow him? " the words are only loud enough for hanma to hear. and after they're spoken, dark blue eyes lift to meet hanma's gaze, full of the determination and stubbornness the reaper surely wants to see. " kisaki -- he's the worst! you've had to notice that by now! "

gaze narrowing further, takemichi can't control his anger anymore. he wasn't sure if he ' cared ' about hanma. honestly, takemichi wasn't sure about a lot of things. but, what he did know, is that he didn't want to see something bad happen to hanma because of kisaki. no one deserved that. not baji -- and certainly, not hanma either. " you should just.. be careful, okay? kisaki's a fucking asshole, and there's no telling what the hell he'll do next. " a snort of hot air, and takemichi shoves his hands back into his jeans. " i don't wanna see anyone else get hurt because of him, including you. call me a crybaby or an idiot all you want, but if you wanna know what's been pissing me off, it's kisaki. "

[allthemusic]

Week ending: 25 March 1954

Something a little unusual this week - two of exactly the same song! Normally there seems to be a week's delay, but not here. It'll be useful for comparison, I guess.

Changing Partners - Kay Starr (peaked at No. 4)

Well, this song starts, and I'm happy to hear that it's a waltz. I do like a good waltz, so this bodes well. A lot of slower songs that would be dreary in 4/4 manage to just about pull it off, when you put them into waltz time. I also do generally like Kay Starr, so this is a promising start.

There's a solid country vibe from the backing singers who set us off - I like it, though they're a little too much for my taste. I don't mind some backing singers, but these ones are just quite fussy and overdramatic?

The song's concept is solidly cute, though. It's about some kind of old-timey dance that gets called. As a relatively regular ceilidh attendee, I get the concept, but it does still feel like a relic of the 1950s, when dances would have been a more staple, familiar thing that prospective couples did together.

Anyway, the idea here is that Kay danced with a man as part of this, shared a moment, then had to split - but she's looking forward to him returning: "So I'll keep changing partners / Till you're in my arms and then / Oh, my darling, I'll never / Change partners again". It's a metaphor, see?! Subtle as a hammer, but still quite sweet.

And then these male backing singers come in who are just the dopiest, slowest part of this. Their voices are so deep and stupid-sounding! They give it all this soporific sort of effect - the middle of their part literally had me yawning out loud. Not obnoxiously bad, but I'm not sure how memorable this will make the song, overall.

Another version, perhaps?

Changing Partners - Bing Crosby (9)

Bing's version of this song didn't do as well as Kay's, but I really do like it. It's got quite a different vibe, you're definitely listening to a different song. That was a worry of mine, when I saw that I had a repeat, so I'm glad I can say a few different things about this!

Even from the introduction, it's different - a bit slower, with a gentle sort of violin replacing Kay's backing singers, and then some strummy guitar, that gives way to some smoother steel guitar sounds, once Bing starts singing.

The main difference is probably in Bing's take on it, though - while you got the vibe that Kay was fundamentally feeling romantic and kind of happy to have found her man, Bing's performance is a little sadder. You get more of a sense of the melancholy of it all, and how he's looking for his old partner but hasn't found her yet. The fleetingness of it stands out in a way it didn't for Kay.

It's a much more delicate, understated way of singing, with less obvious emotion in it. It's not that Bing's not singing in an emotional style, but he holds it back a bit more.

The instruments are chosen to highlight that well, too, with some muted trumpet coming in later on, and some minimal, quiet glockenspiel. It's very pretty, and while it's still a bit sleepy, I think it sounds more deliberate than Kay's did.

And then we slow down into the last line, and that's that! Some good stuff here!

Bell Bottom Blues - Alma Cogan (4)

And then the final song is completely new, though it does cover similar ground to the previous two, all about being separated from your partner, and missing them.

That said, the tone is immediately much jauntier, with a cheeky ship's bell bookending the song, and a jazzy introduction letting is know that we're in for a pacy and fairly cheery ride.

Actually, the whole song is really cheery - Alma Cogan's voice sounds so happy and likable. Google tells me she was known as "The Girl with the Giggle in her Voice", and I can actually hear that in this one - a bit like Dean Martin sometimes does, she sounds like she's about to start laughing, but in a good-natured, affectionate sort of way. It's very endearing.

All this does a good job of offsetting the lyrics, which could easily be a bit slower and mopier in the hands of a different singer. They're about how Alma has the "bell bottom blues" because her beau is a sailor, and is away sailing "somewhere on the sea", leaving her waiting for a letter and feeling lonely "till my sailor boy comes sailing home to me". It puts this song into a category along with songs like Jo Stafford's You Belong to Me, all about women whose men are somehow enlisted, and away fighting / sailing / seeing the world, while they're stuck back at home missing them.

I have a lot of sympathy for it in this case, though - not least because it makes me think of my grandparents. My grandad, in particular, was in the navy, and my grandma talks about him being away for long spells of time, and I always did think about how tricky it sounded! In particular, in the pre-mobile phone days, you really would have been stuck waiting for letters, I guess.

It's at this point that I realise I'm actually bopping back and forth a bit, that's how jaunty this tune is. Even as I think about the logistics of being in the navy in the 1950s, Alma's making me dance a bit, which I suppose is the goal here?

I think the line that cinches it for me, and stops the song veering off into pathos, is the one where Alma's describing how she has to turn down all the other guys who want to ask her out: "I shake my head and refuse / When the fellas come a-callin' / And they want to take me on a date". It's such a funny little detail to include, almost like a little humble brag - I have so many guys asking me out, and I'm not even interested - and then it turns into a more general complaint about all the things she's missing out on "while the other girls are balling". It's funny, and realistic, and I love it.

Well, I hadn't listened to any of those songs before, and I have to say, they weren't bad! On, in particular, stood out, and I'm really looking forward to hearing more of her very distinctive voice. Which of course means...

Favourite song of the bunch: Bell Bottom Blues

[zorkaya-moved]

" i --- can not deal with his ramblings today," and while it wasn't in tighnari to flee the meetings with his former master, there were certain topics and days that sent the forest watcher on his heels back out the door he had planned to enter. " i can already hear his shuffling inside that office . it indicates a bad day or that he has managed to misplace one of his dear research projects, you should go instead."

as to why the two of them had been summoned by naphis was beyond tighnari, but surely it couldn't bode well that both him and zarina found themselves outside his office, tighnari visibly bothered by the invitation. he did have other duties than to play fetch with misplaced documents and the continuous, disgruntled frustration of a sage's dislike towards the others, the younger as well as older who had no understanding for the fine arts of --- well, whatever naphis had come to declare as his topic of wrath for the day.

" i could remain here and plot an escape," head nodded once, tighnari gazing in the direction that led to freedom. " his letter was typically loud, so i can only assume it will be a long hour of rambling. "

@avaere

Sokolova bites her tongue to not call Tighnari a swear word in Snezhnaya for the sole reason of pettiness. It seems that Amurta scholars share some traits: pettiness and snark, a sharpness of mind translates into sharpness of tongue. Lo and behold as Zarina thinks to herself how she did not expect to see a fellow scholar (now ranger) in front of the Sage's door. Naphis is known for his temper tantrums (as she calls them) and she comes over to either hear about some other Sages' behaviors, a misplaced plan, an educational rant, or something to do with either returning to Akademiya as something else, something more.

"What a shame, my fellow green mantled friend," Zarina pats Tighnari's shoulder, dramatic in her gestures as she wipes off a non-existent tear and stepping away to not invade his private space for longer than a second. "I, too, cannot handle the ranting of an old man who seems to have no friends aside from his best students."

Suddenly, she takes a deeper breath and...

"Oh, Tighnari, whatever will we do?!"

The back of her hand is pressed against her forehead as another rests on her waist, her back bent backwards as she becomes the Fontainian opera songstress who is ready for another act of theater. Shocked, she brings her hands to her mouth as if she understood just what she's done and felt 'guilty' for it.

"Oh, sorry, was I too loud?" A smile is clearly hiding behind her hands as her eyes shimmer with mischief, her voice softer now only for Tighnari to hear. (What a fucking asshole.)

She sure was loud enough for the Sage probably hearing that they've arrived. Both of them. A specific louder note on saying the name of the fellow Amurta graduate, her eyes of ichor brimming with sly playfulness and smug showcase of not letting the ranger escape this torture alone. As if he will pay her back or as if he'll be able to get her out if she agrees to such a benefitless turn of events. If Tighnari suffers with her, at least, she can have a laugh after.

Cheekiness continues as she steps forward to the doors where their once-mentor resides, waiting for his best students to come in and listen to his woes. If they work together, they'll get out faster and Sokolova already has a plan in action working inside her mind. Naphis isn't hard to lead away with speeches, charisma will be her weapon and she hopes Tighnari will catch on what she means to do during their talk to make the Sage of Amurta let them go earlier. But, oh well, alone she won't be able to execute that plan.

"I also have business to attend to, Tighnari, let's make this quicker than your doomsday speech portrays it to be. Since it's both of us, just play along with me and we're gonna be outta here in 30 minutes," she winks before she pushes the doors open, cutting away the other's means of escape now that the voice of the Sage can be heard greeting them both and hurrying them up to walk in. As loud as always, huh? Naphis never changes. "Chop, chop, Tighnari, let's make sure our elder isn't lonely." Zarina can't help but giggle after those words, walking into the room with her head held high.

Time to play around and get out in thirty minutes at the latest. If Tighnari plays along. Oh, she wonders if he'll get his petty revenge on her later. She cannot wait to hear his words after this meeting is over. What a delight it'll be to listen to or witness.

[bradley-banner]

"At least you get to decide what time you leave then." She remarks the easiest perk she can find to going home solo, there was nothing worse being stuck at an event longer than you wanted because you were waiting on someone else - not that Bradley often found herself in such a situation, she had a way of being done with things and excusing herself.

"Probably." She answers, the lack of full rooms were no major concern, on the grande scheme of things for the Banners they'd never notice the lack of one filled floor. It was pennies to their bottom line, less than. That wasn't to say she wasn't eager to get the floor back up and running, she was a good business woman after all. A smile lifts the corner of her lip as he praises her. Bradley was used to praise, received it daily when it came to doing her sideline of work, especially the ventures that didn't include everyone who bared her surname. But still, she appreciates the sentiment because for once it's not from someone who wants something from her. "I appreciate that, thank you."

Graceful response, as ever.

"I wish I was more buzzed than I am." She answers, she'd put the expensive bottle behind the bar, taken the odd glass of champagne, but she had never been a big drinker per se, cared too much about how she was perceived - the risk of drunk and disorderly pictures finding themselves into the archives of the web did not spur her to let loose often, and then she cared even more about how she looked physically, everything that entered her body was done with strict discipline. "As for resolutions?" She can't help but laugh because her resolutions seemed silly, and they weren't ones she thought smart to share with Ben, all things considered. Bradley had internally promised to put herself first, to find something that really mattered, to focus on family for herself, it felt like her biological clock was slipping through her fingers faster than she liked so she figured it was time to truly find some focus.

( A similar resolution she'd made for 2023, so it already didn't bode well. Distractions seemed to find her easily. )

"I'd like another Vogue cover." She settles on the first thing she can pluck from the air whilst living in the knowledge she was days away from signing up for one in the coming months, maybe saying it out loud was bad juju, but she'd risk it. "How about you? Whats the 2024 agenda got in store?"

( @benj-hyun )

He shrugs, taking a scan of the room as if to find the man in question. "More or less," Ben confirms, albeit fondly. Perhaps he will be taking that ride home in the UBER solo, but it is what it is. Ricardo can chase his temptations — based on that habit rearing its ugly head in the midst of his marriage on multiple accounts, Ben can't say he's confident he will ever find himself satiated.

At least it's not a problem disrupting their living situation, that's all he can really ask for.

"That's great. Sure if you weren't in the middle of renovations, you'd still be at full capacity for tonight." Being the masquerade is good for business, and Bradley wouldn't cut corners, Ben has no doubt in his mind she'd have no problem filling every single room if they were all available. "I don't have to say it for you to know, but good work."

"Alright, well aside from overseeing the extravagance of this end of year celebration, do you have any plans? Resolutions? I'm teetering at buzzed, but I got some time for more conversation before I should try to hunt down Ric."

@bradley-banner

[sanjoongie]

Closet

ღPairing: Wooyoung x Reader(f) x Yeosang

ღGenre: non-idol au, established relationship with Wooyoung, Yeosang is Wooyoung’s roommate

ღWord Count: 5,467

ღWarnings: a bit non-con in the sense that you don’t know yeosang is watching you and wooyoung (but wooyoung does, the little shit) brat!woo, edge-lord dom!woo, pervert!yeo, hard dom!yeo, sub!reader, f receiving oral, fingering, voyeurism, exhibitionism, male masterbation, f and m orgasm, rough sex, edging, praise kink, degredation kink, cuckolding kink, being fucked dumb, thicc cock!yeo

ღRated: 18+, smut with some plot

ღSummery: You and Wooyoung come home early from a dinner to get nasty and there's a little voyeur hiding in Wooyoung's closet...

ღ@mejuii @downtoamagicalland honestly, I can’t get through this without you, my best hypewoman’s ever

When Yeosang had come into Wooyoung’s room to steal a button-up, it was not his intention to hide in the closet while Wooyoung ate you out, but here he was.

“Where is that jean button up that he stole from Hongjoong?” Yeosang murmurs to himself as he browses Wooyoung’s closet.

You and Wooyoung had gone out for dinner, checking out a new restaurant downtown and wouldn’t be back before he left to start his own night. Yeosang was going to down a couple of shots of peach schnapps, ride the train to find San at Churchill Station, and then bar hop until he found someone eager to suck his dick.

The loud crash of the front door has Yeosang scrambling to hide, well aware he has zero time before Wooyoung catches Yeosang in his room. So, Yeosang hops into the closet and closes the slatted doors behind him. All he has to do is not look out the closet until you and Wooyoung are snuggling under the bed’s blankets and he can sneak out to begin his night.

Except… It was you and Wooyoung. The reason why you were home earlier than Yeosang expected was because dinner had been cut short for carnal reasons. The appetizers had been amazing but it had involved some sour cream and when Wooyoung had gotten it all over his lip and you had come in to rescue him from it, his tongue and your lips had met and well, it was an instant uber home, needless to say.

“I’m gonna have my tongue so deep in your cunt you’re going to be whining all week about how you need it again,” Wooyoung brags and Yeosang winces in his place in the closet. That did not bode well for him.

“Wooyoung, no,” You attempt to deny him. “I saw Yeosang’s shoes at the door still. He’s here.”

“I don’t care if he’s under the bed.” You squeal and Yeosang could only assume Wooyoung has got you on your back on the bed now. “I’m eating you out like you’re my own personal favorite dessert.” Yeosang raises the corner of his lip in a sneer. Why did Wooyoung have to be such a foodie? It was a little nasty, or in bad taste, according to Yeosang.

“Woo,” You coo and Yeosang knows you are falling for Wooyoung’s trap.

As much as the two of you bickered like you were an old married couple of twenty years, you could never say no to Wooyoung. But it was reciprocated, that was a fact Yeosang knew. Wooyoung came home with a blissed face after his first date with you. Sure, he smirked that you responded well to his teasing and you made him laugh, but most of all, Wooyoung was pussy-whipped. “If I don’t have my face between her legs every day, I’m going to cry.”

A quick glance to see what fate had in store for him has Yeosang cursing under his breath. Wooyoung's dark head of hair is in between your legs and your fingers are threaded through his hair tightly. If the visual doesn't make Yeosang’s dick twitch, your breathy little whine as Wooyoung licks your clit with tiny kitten licks does. Fuck.

Now it was like Yeosang could not rip his eyes from the scene unfolding before him. Wooyoung wraps his arms around each one of your thighs, as if he needs to hold you in place while he takes his time with your cunt. His arm and back muscles strain as you buck into his mouth and sometimes attempt to pull away. It was like your body didn't know if it wanted the pleasure or was trying to shy away from it.

"Mmmm, right there baby," You moan and Yeosang breathes in sharply. Wooyoung does the opposite of what you ask and removes his tongue from your clit. “Woo, please,” You beg but it falls on deaf ears. Wooyoung fucks you with his tongue, teasing your entrance by slipping inside just a little bit each time and pulling out. You go from quietly content to needy in a second. “Wooyoung!” You shout his name, a little angry now and pull his head up with your hand.

“Wanna hear all your little noises while I eat you out, don’t try to be less loud for Yeosang’s sake.” The way Wooyoung says that sentence sets off Yeosang’s alarms. Those alarms begin to blare when Wooyoung rearranges you like a doll. He props you up against the headboard and Yeosang has a direct view of Wooyoung eating you out. There’s practically bomb sirens when Wooyoung moves his entire body to the side, tongue out and licking you at an angle that says Wooyoung knows Yeosang is watching, including the eye contact Wooyoung sent straight to the closet. Double Fuck.

You have no idea because your eyes close again and focus on the sensation so you can describe it to Wooyoung. Yeosang groans under his breath and settles in. If Yeosang knows Wooyoung at all, and there’s almost a decade of friendship between them now, he knows Wooyoung is going to draw this out for an audience and you’re about to be the main event.

“I love your tongue on me Wooyoung, baby. Sometimes I see you dancing, just freestyle in the apartment, but as soon as your tongue comes out, all I can think about is sitting on your face.” The words tumble out of your mouth but you don’t stop with your words. You start to pinch your nipples through your shirt, teasing yourself.

Wooyoung pushes his middle finger into your mouth and you suck down on it eagerly. Once you’ve done a good enough job of covering it in saliva, he pushes it into your cunt and you cry out. “Such a pretty pussy,” Wooyoung admits, watching as his finger moves in and out of you. Your eyes are zoning in on the digits as well. Wooyoung has a few rings on today and his hands look hot fucking you like this. “It’s almost a shame I’m the only one that gets to see how cute you are, all spread out and wanting my tongue.”

“Wooyoung,” You whisper a little desperately, wriggling cutely. “I don’t care how much it turns me on, I told you, you’re not allowed to film me for your friends to watch.”

“Awe,” Wooyoung gets his tongue stuck cheekily in the corner. “But don’t you want all your holes filled? Or at least a few eyes on you? Wouldn’t it be nice for everyone to hear how choked up you get when I fuck you good? What about your adorable tears when you get edged?”

Wooyoung’s finger plays lazily inside of you. It’s clearly about the words right now rather than the actual stimulation. You whimper, sensing the sliver of cruelty in Wooyoung’s voice. “Why are you teasing me? You were the one so eager to come home because you wanted to eat my pussy out!”

Wooyoung smirks towards the closet before bringing his face close to your clit again. He licks at you like you’re a bowl of milk, just the tip of his tongue briefly touching your clit while his finger continues to move in and out of you at a snail's pace. He wants something from you, you just don’t know what it is yet.

Yeosang’s dick is so painfully pushing against his pants, he can’t help but pop the button of his tight pants and ease the zipper down. He hisses as his cock throbs at the release but it’s not enough. He was not a pervert but this was fucking torture. Yeosang wasn’t going to be able to make it through this, just waiting and thinking about something less dirty than the porno unfolding before him.

You whine Wooyoung’s name again and squeeze his head between your legs in frustration. “Please! Give me more than that, I swear to God!” You were getting growly and Yeosang’s dick throbbed. Were the tables about to turn and you were going to tell Wooyoung how to eat out your cunt and put yourself in control?

Wooyoung giggles, enjoying the game. “Tell me what you want and maybe I’ll be inclined to do it for you.”

You groan in irritation, scrunching up your nose. Fuck, you are cute like this, Yeosang can’t help but think. “Fuck me with your tongue, please I love when you let me sit on your face and you just stick your tongue out and straight so I can fuck myself on it.”

Wooyoung is the one that gets muffled as his face pushes into your cunt at your words. He’s clearly forgotten about putting on a show for Yeosang because now his tongue is right back to teasing your hole. His face is buried in your cunt, nose nudging your clit as he fucks you with his tongue, just like you had described before.

Wooyoung looks like he’s considering it before his finger stays where it is, except now it’s crooked inside of you and by the way your body shakes, Yeosang knows Wooyoung has hit that rough spot inside of you. Wooyoung’s tongue plays up and down on your clit, Yeosang can see the dexterity of Wooyoung’s wet muscle as Wooyoung’s head remains cocked to the side so Yeosang can see your pussy. It is pretty, pink and cute; everything that Wooyoung has described it as. Your cum is starting to push out, creamy and looking delicious.

“Woo--young!” You draw out his name in two long syllables like he is torturing you. “Make my thighs shake with how fast you're playing my clit. I wanna come quick so I can climb on top of you and fuck you. Please! I’ll fuck you so good. You think my pussy is so cute and pretty? It can be even better for you if you let me fuck you.” Your voice goes deeper as you get desperate, “Let my thick thighs shake over you as I take you deep inside of my pretty, wet pussy?”

Yeosang’s hand pulls himself through the slit of his boxers and he starts to jerk himself off. His cock is red and angry looking, veins pulsing and precum dripping from his slit. Yeosang briefly wonders if maybe you'd like playing with the vein just under his head before he's biting down on his lip. The way a deep groan wants to escape his throat is treachery itself because he doesn't want this show to end right now, now that he's getting off to Wooyoung fucking you with his tongue.

Your back is arched, searching for more and more stimulation, you're greedy for it now. "Mmm, so good, so good inside of me, Wooyoung. Fuck my pretty pussy just like that baby yesssssss."

You whine and Yeosang grumbles as Wooyoung lifts his head once more. The lower half of his face is a testament to just how wet you are because your essence is smeared across there from how enthusiastically he was eating you out. “How badly do you want to cum?” Wooyoung asks in a voice hoarse with lust. Yeosang is panicking. He’s almost found his high with his hand wrapped around his dick and this sounded like Wooyoung was about to out him at any moment from the closet.

“Please, please, I was lying earlier. It turns me on when Yeosang can hear us. I hope he’s rubbing one out right now at how whiney I am for you. Wooyoung, I’d let you invite him in right now to watch us if you would just let me come, please. Just lick my clit until I scream your name, I’m begging you!” You sound tiny and small and so desperate that Yeosang has to grip the base of his dick to stop from being even more stimulated. He was so fucked.

“Let Yeosang know just how desperate you are for him and then I’ll let you come,” Wooyoung says casually and another jolt of fear runs through Yeosang. Yeosang watches with bated breath as Wooyoung fucks you with only one finger again, waiting for your word vomit to begin.

“Yeo-yeosang,” You choke out and Yeosang is gone. He’s rubbing his dick like you’re under him, whining for him even though Wooyoung is in your presence. “Watch me as Wooyoung makes me cum. I can be cute and pretty for you too, just wait. Are you pretending that it’s your fat cock inside of me, pretty boy? Wooyoung’s wet tongue feels so good against my clit but I wanna be fucked. Fuck me while my boyfriend watches, hmmm?”

“There’s my kinky baby,” Wooyoung praises you and then does exactly what he promised. His fingers hold your outer pussy lips open and he stretches your folds out so he can reveal your pink nub to the air. His tongue goes directly on your clit, flat and wide. He turns his head left to right and increases his pace until he’s got you panting and whining and shaking above him. You don’t even have a chance to tease your nipples or speak anything other than Wooyoung’s name. You grip the sheets under you with both your fists, your eyes screwed shut as Wooyoung escorts you through an epic orgasm that has you on cloud nine for a good couple minutes. It rips through you, the few denials having built this up more than usual. You feel spent and Wooyoung gives you a few moments of rest before ripping the carpet out from under you.

“You can come out now,” Wooyoung says with a voice that is borderline exhausted and satisfied. And he isn’t even the one that had the orgasm.

“Ha ha, very funny Wooyoung,” You say tonelessly, your arm thrown over your eyes.

Yeosang tucks himself back into his boxers and winces as the feeling of uncomfortableness settles onto the back of his neck. He puffs out his cheeks and sighs before pushing open the closet door. Your jaw drops at the sight and you quickly attempt to close your legs and provide yourself with that decency even though it is way past that point already.

“Don’t even, he’s seen it all,” Wooyoung assures you. He pushes your legs open and grins mischievously at Yeosang. “So? How was it?”

“You’re an asshole,” Yeosang mumbles under his breath.

“You knew?!” You screech and then begin to pummel Wooyoung’s back with slaps. “The fuck Wooyoung?”

“I was just--” Yeosang raises his eyes for a moment to explain himself but a blush rises on his cheeks. Wooyoung is literally holding your legs open like he wants Yeosang to still get a decent view of just how cute your pussy is. And with all your cum gushing out of your hole, Yeosang is in agreement. He giggles nervously, “I was just looking for a shirt.”

“Oh, please!” Wooyoung chuckles at your protests, “You weren’t just talking about how you wanted him to fuck you while I watched.”

You open and close your mouth. Yeosang had been there the entire time, he had heard everything. It was pointless to deny it. But still! Heat rises along your neck, feeling turned on and embarrassed. Yeosang watching from behind the slanted boards of Wooyoung’s closet was very hot. Had he gotten off? Did he want to fuck you while Wooyoung watched? “Yeo--?”

“I bet Yeosang can’t fuck you even half as well I can,” Wooyoung cuts you off and challenges his best friend immediately.

Yeosang stiffens at the insult, even though he’s well aware that Wooyoung is aggravating him on purpose. “Got a bigger dick than you do,” Yeosang huffs regardless.

Wooyoung lifts an eyebrow. “Prove it.”

“Wait a minute,” You chuckle nervously, “What’s going on here?”

You swallow and clench around nothing as Yeosang drops his pants. There’s his dick pressed up against his boxers. He hadn't relieved himself earlier, preferring to watch you cum as opposed to getting off himself. So to say he was at full length and girth was being generous. Yeosang needs to cum so badly, his nails were digging half moons into his palms.

Wooyoung coos your name and you get sucked into his puppy-eye look that he’s sending you. “Let me watch you get fucked by Yeosang. Pretty please with a cute little cherry on top? I promise, I’m super into it, I won’t be jealous afterwards. Yeosang wants it to, don’t you?”

You and Wooyoung both stare at Yeosang and he giggles again. He can’t help it. This is hot but this is also embarrassing. “Yeah? Yeah…” Yeosang says, scratching the back of his neck.

“But Wooyoung…” You look down sadly at the hard-on Wooyoung is sporting in his light-wash jeans. It is clearly Wooyoung’s turn and he looked like he was just as turned on, if not more, because he knew Yeosang was watching him as he ate you out.

Wooyoung wipes his face with his sleeve and grins cutely at you. “I like the pain. Besides, I’ll be right here. You can squeeze my hand if you can’t handle Yeosang’s fat cock.” You make a look of disgust as Wooyoung throws your words back into your face. “I can handle it.” Wooyoung sends you a look that clearly meant he didn’t believe any word of your bravado. “Mmm, I’m not so sure about that. Better try it out before you talk any big game.”

Wooyoung hands Yeosang a condom and then scoots to trade places with you. Now Wooyoung’s back is against the headboard, legs spread out and you move to sit between his legs lamely. Your bottom half is naked and you still have your shirt on from earlier. It should have been awkward except for the fact that Yeosang immediately puts the condom on after stepping out of his boxers. His eagerness for you is a turn on and you feel goosebumps litter your skin.

"Yeosang," You hesitantly capture your tongue between your teeth, "Want you."

Yeosang smirks. "I heard."

Your blush increases and you whine and pout. "You weren't supposed to hear all of that."

Yeosang cocks his head. "No? Sounds to me like you wanted me to hear everything Wooyoung was doing to you. Didn't you want me rubbing one off to how well Wooyoung eats your pussy?"

You lick your lips. "I just want to be fucked. Hard. Is that too much to ask?"

“Apparently it is.” Yeosang casts a wayward glance in Wooyoung’s direction before he’s helping you lie on your back. Your head is beside Wooyoung’s thigh, your boyfriend having moved over so that you didn’t have direct contact with him but all you had to do is tilt your head and you could make eye contact with him.

“Gonna fuck you with your boyfriend watching,” Yeosang murmurs gently, “Gonna fuck that pretty pussy of yours and get you to yell my name while Wooyoung wishes he could fuck you this good. Gonna show you exactly what you should be enjoying, darling.” The pet name feels right, like a glove that fits you well.

Yeosang lines up the tip of his dick to your hole and he tsks at the mess it is. “Look at this messy cunt. Wooyoung barely had his lips on you and you’re like this? I think you got off more on the idea of me listening to you get ruined by Wooyoung. Are you that eager for me?”

You can only watch on with anticipation as Yeosang sinks into you and you groan loudly. Finally, finally you’re getting what you want. He’s so fucking thick that you feel so full with him inside of you. It’s almost sinful the way he eases into you without resistance.

Yeosang is having a hell of a time trying to keep it together. His hairline gets sweaty as he holds himself inside of you once he bottoms out. He knows he can’t start slamming into you. He’s stretching you out so well but he can feel just how tight you are. You need to get used to him before he can really give you what you want. Yeosang rocks himself inside of you and you mewl at the feel of it. “Couldn’t you have loosened her up a bit?” Yeosang says through gritted teeth. Even if he pulls out just a little bit, you’re sucking him right back in. You’re so wet and warm and tight for him, Yeosang was not ready for you.

Wooyoung chuckles deeply. “Not possible. Her cunt is so greedy for anything she can get inside of her. Once--”

“Woo,” You say with a frown, warning him to shut his trap. Yeosang did not need to hear about everything you two did.

Wooyoung sighs dejectedly. “Fine. But you could fuck her for twenty four hours and she’d be tight for me when you gave her back.”

You moan at the idea of Wooyoung loaning you out to Yeosang for twenty four hours. What would Yeosang do to you if he had you for that amount of time? You clench down on Yeosang and that’s the last straw with his ability to hold back. Yeosang boxes you in, his arms holding up his upper body as he starts to thrust into you at a quicker pace and that makes your back arch. Your clit rubs up against his pelvis and you keep posed like that for the extra stimulation.

“Puh-lease, is that what you call fucking, Yeosang?” Wooyoung taunts his best friend. “Those thrusts are weak at best, buddy.”

Your lips stretch into an ‘o’ as Yeosang picks up the pace and immediately begins to fuck you faster. Pounding is an understatement, with his balls slapping against your perineum, but it's a good place to start describing the abuse your pussy was taking.

"Wooyoung!" You whine. How come Wooyoung was the one provoking Yeosang but you were the one paying for it? You open your eyes to send a glare to your boyfriend but are in shock to see his own jeans are halfway pulled down and he is stroking his dick. Wooyoung sends a cheeky wink your way but doesn't stop.

"Shouldn't you--be saying--my name?" Yeosang grunts deeply.

"Poor Yeosang," Wooyoung mocks him, "Fucking my girl for all you're worth and still she's whining my name."

Yeosang sits back on the balls of his feet and pulls your lower half with him. Both hands frame your waist, thumbs admiring your hip bones for two seconds before he uses that grip to make your body slam harder against his pelvis. Your breath punches out of your lungs and you swear you feel the tip of his dick in your throat, even though that’s not even physically possible. “Fucking say my name,” Yeosang growls deeply, nose scrunched up and looking quite feral.

“Yeo…” Your eyes flutter to the back of your head and you can’t even manage his name because Yeosang is quite literally fucking you dumb.

Yeosang sends a smirk at Wooyoung. “Does she get like this with you? Doesn’t stop running her mouth with you because you can’t fuck her like I can. She can’t even form any words while my dick is inside of her.”

Wooyoung whines and you watch with hooded eyes as Wooyoung speeds up the twist on his wrist and times it with the way that Yeosang is fucking into your pussy. You don’t even bother to hide that you’re watching Wooyoung. Your mouth is slightly agape and you can feel some drool running out the side but what does that matter when you’re watching your boyfriend get off at his best friend fucking you dumb, not to mention the way Yeosang is making your pussy feel so fucking good.

“You’re so lucky I’ve got a condom on,” Yeosang says through gritted teeth. He’d be lying if he said that your cunt wasn't treating him so well. The fact that you were not only taking the pace, his girth and looking hot while doing it, every so often you clench down on his cock while looking at Wooyoung, and that only makes Yeosang harder. "I'd fuck you full of my cum and make Wooyoung eat it, seeing as how that's all he's good for. Can't fuck his own girlfriend to compeltion so he's gotta ask his roommate to do it."

"I can do it," Wooyoung whines again and Yeosang laughs at him, "Sure, Wooyoung, sure."

Yeosang focuses back on you. He gets a soft smile on his face but it feels like it's laced with glass. There's something mean behind it and it gives you the shivers. Why were you attracted to both of these men that seemed to enjoy some pain with their pleasure? "Look at how cute you are, fucked out on my dick." Yeosang pushes his thumb into your agape mouth and you only look up at him when he applies some pressure to your tongue and curling his fingers under your jaw. "Am I going to have to come in here every night and fuck you right, darling? Does Wooyoung not fuck you like this, like you deserve? Your pussy is taking this pounding so well, you must be coming soon."

Wooyoung cackles above you. "Are you worried about finishing first, Yeosang? Don't tell me you thought you could just be rough with her and make her cum?" Yeosang's anxiety spikes for a moment. You're too fucked out to notice but Wooyoung is like a shark with blood in water. "That's how good that cunt is, Yeosang," Wooyoung says proudly, "That cunt could rule nations with how fucking good it is. You used to laugh at me, say I'm pussy whipped. But that cunt is worth it."

"Wooyoung!" You squeal weakly. You understand that Wooyoung is talking about you in a way that you have a hard time swallowing. Is your pussy really that good?

Yeosang slows his tempo and you pant at the loss. "Noooooo!" You whine. How many times were you going to be denied what you wanted? You feel tears prick your eyes. "Please, I need to cum, stop playing with me, the both of you."

Wooyoung literally leans forward and kisses your nose. "It's okay sweetheart, Yeosang is gonna make you come. But he can't fuck you like a jackhammer; you'll never come that way. You need him to work that cock inside of you. You need to feel the ridges of his dick inside your needy little pussy. I know you're greedy but you won't get what you want that way."

"Um, I don't mean to be a prick, but my dick is still in her and this is a bit too soft for the moment," Yeosang points out.

Wooyoung rolls his eyes but grins nonetheless. "Come on then, prick, let's see you make her come then? I think your dick game is a bit weak still but if you can't do it, I can only help you right? I'll fuck her raw right in front of you. Or maybe her cunt is so needy, she needs two of us stretching her out."

It's Yeosang’s turn to roll his eyes. He doesn't say anything in retaliation, he simply removes his sleeveless shirt by grasping the back of it and pulling it over his head and you gasp softly. Yeosang has such a thick waist, you wrap your legs around his body more firmly so that you can get closer to reaching and touching what's available to you. Your hand splays out on his abs and you curl your fingers like you're possessive of them.

“I just need a better angle.” Yeosang grunts as he lifts your body with him. He easily manages to lay on his back, across the bed and perpendicular to Wooyoung. Now Wooyoung has the perfect view of Yeosang fucking you.

You trace the lines on Yeosang’s stomach, still fascinated with the art before you. Yeosang giggles, one that’s full of sunshine and you realize that you’re actually tickling him. Your eyes shoot towards Wooyoung and he’s got a half smile that looks fond of Yeosang. You’ve gone soft again and you know Yeosang isn’t looking for that. So you slap his abs. “You’re not doing your job. You’re supposed to be fucking me dumb.”

Yeosang puts his hands around your waist and raises you so that you aren’t sitting and straddling him but on your knees and your body separates from his cock. Yeosang quickly smiles up at you, pleased that you’re sad his dick isn’t still inside of you. “I got you, darling, don’t worry.”

Yeosang lines himself up with you again and you have two seconds to wonder why Wooyoung is so quiet suddenly before Yeosang is flexing his abs and he’s thrusting up into you. You have to lean forward, your arms bracing yourself against his shoulders, in order to absorb the thrusts. His lower body is literally moving and you just have to steel your body for the thrusts. The best part is, regardless of how powerful the thrusts, he’s getting that rough spot inside of you and it makes you choke on the air in your lungs.

You bite down on your lips as you jolt with each well-aimed thrust. But Yeosang isn’t having that. “Come on, aren’t I fucking your pretty cunt so well? Where’s your cute noises, darling? Let me hear all the ways I’m fucking you so damn well. Poor Wooyoung’s already cum and you didn’t even notice it because of my dick.” You move your head but Yeosang grips your jaw harshly, “Did I say you could look at anyone else while I fuck you?” You whimper and all the while, Yeosang is fucking up into your cunt without pause.

You have no choice but to stare directly into Yeosang’s eyes as you cum, small cries escaping your lips. The slow, satisfied smile that pulls Yeosang’s lips upwards makes you whimper even more. His eyes sparkle with delight that he made you cum on his cock in front of Wooyoung, there’s no doubt about that. But you have no more energy left in your body anymore. You collapse on top of Yeosang with a clumsy oof and he chuckles deep in his chest. “Don’t worry,” He whispers into your hair, “I’m coming too.” After a few more solid thrusts into your clenching and unclenching pussy, Yeosang grunts loudly and holds himself inside of you as he cums into the condom. His fingers are digging into the flesh of your ass and you know you’re going to have marks there later. Trophies of success perhaps?

“If I had known it would have been that hot watching you fuck my girlfriend, I would have asked a long time ago,” Wooyoung pipes up from his spot against the headboard.

Yeosang’s bright laughter echoes into the air again. “I didn’t even know it was going to be that hot. Shit.”

You’ve fallen asleep against Yeosang’s chest, completely knocked out after two orgasms that took everything out of you. You’ve even begun to drool a little and Yeosang finds even that cute. “Does she always conk out like this?”

Wooyoung yawns and stretches his arms above his head. “Usually we both do.”

Yeosang smiles, a little bitter-sweetly, “That’s adorable.”

Wooyoung senses it, attune to Yeosang’s emotions. “You can… sleep in here. If you want. You don’t have to disturb her.”

Yeosang pushes your hair behind your ear and sits up, cradling you against his chest. You complain inaudibly at being moved and both men break out into indulgent smiles. “Come on darling, you can’t sleep with my dick inside of you.”

“Don’t go,” You murmur and Yeosang freezes.

Wooyoung grins at his roommate and best friend, “You heard the lady. You can tell her she owes you for sleeping in your own cum-filled condom.”

“San is going to be so pissed that I stood him up” Yeosang muses out loud.

Wooyoung shrugs, taking off his shirt and jeans and pulling down the sheets. “You can owe him then. I’m sure if you two hadn't found anyone while you club hopped, he would have blown you.”

Yeosang’s eyes widen at Wooyoung’s words and Wooyoung laughs at Yeosang’s shock. “Didn’t think I knew that, huh, best bud?”

Yeosang avoids the question and changes the subject. “You think she’ll want this again?”

You snuggle quite contently into Yeosang’s chest and Wooyoung leans forward to kiss your forehead. “If she doesn’t, I’ll bring it up. I still have a hard on from you spying on us. Fuck that was hot.”

Yeosang shakes his head. “You kept talking about her greedy cunt but I think it’s the both of you that are insatiable.”

Wooyoung grins proudly from his spot in the bed, “And you wouldn’t have us any other way.”

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Just coming in here to say that I absolutely adore your characterization for 1p and 2p America, and for 2p Canada!!! 😸💖💖 and if you're taking requests, can we get some general headcanons for 2p America? 😳 thank you so much in advance!!

Thanks! They’re really something, aren’t they? And no, they technically aren’t open, but you know, I just have to make an exception for Allen 🤫 I tend to sprinkle a little bit of my personality into all my muses, but he has a decent handful of it...

2p! America headcanons

Appearances can be deceiving, and this guy is the textbook definition of it. With his striking red eyes, sharp grimace, and panther-like walk, he intimidates everyone who looks his way. Sure, he might be a troublemaker, but he means well!

Appearance

Just like Alfred, his “second-rate poser,” Allen has short hair parted in a cowlick. Only it’s dark maroon, not blonde. He has quite the boyish charm too. But being a little older, he has a mature appeal and sharper features. If you asked him to describe himself in one word, he’d say, “sexy, I guess.”

He has tawny skin, so he hardly ever burns. He just tans. He’s pretty tall, standing at around 6’2”. He’s also the biggest gym rat. He always keeps a few dumbbells laying around so he can work out between activities. Along with the healthy vegetarian diet he eats, Allen is in great shape—he’s totally ripped. He also has a lot of tattoos.

Allen doesn’t put a lot of thought into his wardrobe. So long as it’s comfortable, cheap, and shows off his arms, he’s good to go! Tank tops and muscle shirts are the absolute essentials. You can also see him in a lot of Metallica, Ramones, and Harley-Davidson. Oh, and can’t forget his dog tags.

Personality

Allen is mostly introverted. Don’t get him wrong, though. He’s a great talker when he wants to be, and won’t think twice before oversharing. It’s people he isn’t familiar with that throws him off. They tend to judge or fear him, which annoys him to no end. He ends up having ‘fuck off’ written all over his face, and it does the job.

On the other hand, if someone is kind to him, he will return the favor tenfold. He’s the type to stand up for the nice cashier when an entitled customer decides to throw their weight around. “Look, lady. I’m trying to eat here. And nobody gives a crap what you want, so why don’t you like, get out or something?”

He has a great sense of humor. When he’s in a good mood, he’ll make it known by being the life of the party. That doesn’t mean he’s good with crowds, though—he prefers it on the down-low with the people closest to him. “What do you say we get out of here, doll face? Just you and me. ‘Cause there’s another bar down the road, and it’s way better than this one...”

Allen is incredibly smiley when he’s having fun. Great company dampens his aggressive and broody emotions—he ends up grinning a lot. When he’s around someone special, he won’t stop looking at them with that goofy grin until they laugh at him. “Is there something wrong with my face? What’s so funny, huh?”

He can be hot-headed. What he can’t stand is people getting in his face and ruining his vibe. Allen gets road rage. When he drives by the person who cut him off, he makes sure to give them the finger without taking his eyes off the road. “Safety-first. Except for that guy. I hope he flies out of his fucking windshield.”

He’s pretty imposing. His sharp tongue doesn’t bode well for how confrontational he can be. Someone could be next to him and breathe too loud for his liking, and he’ll turn to them and say, “hey, pal. Did walking from your car to the store take that much out of you?” Allen isn’t afraid to speak his mind, regardless of the ‘should.’

Allen has a strong sense of justice. He doesn’t appreciate bullies of any kind, and isn’t above getting physical if the situation calls for it. If some asshole shoved someone else for no reason, he’ll scowl and shove them right back. “Quit pushing people around, asshole. You’re asking for it.” He warns them with his fist up.

He isn’t just fiercely loyal. He’s too loyal to the point of being problematic. He will go as far as being a home-wrecker just to have his baby back. He doesn’t care how inappropriate it is. Allen listens to his heart and nothing else—he will do what he thinks is right, or just what he wants, even if other people don’t agree.

Interests

Allen is good with cars. Anything that has a motor in it, he can fix. But he prefers using motorcycles the most because they’re cooler (and cheaper!). If you asked him if he was worried about crashing, he’ll just laugh and say, “with you sitting behind me? Not a chance.”

He’s not career-driven. He has the experience to be a mechanic, but he doesn’t wanna be stuck fixing other people’s stuff. Allen is too flighty to stay in one place, and in a job at that. He can find ways to chase paper without being tied down.

He enjoys drawing. He’s not great at it, but he really tries! Allen keeps a scrapbook and doodles in it from time to time. And he isn’t shy about it. If you asked to see his drawings, he’ll show them to you rather proudly. He’s also left-handed.

He makes a lot of Indian, Middle-Eastern, and Greek food. Those cuisines have a lot of tasty vegetarian options.

Allen works out a lot. He doesn’t like being inactive. If there isn’t any equipment lying around, he’ll get on the floor and figure out the rest from there. You’ll sometimes find him doing push-ups and sit-ups around the house.

He loves 80’s rock. Some of his rock essentials are Pour Some Sugar On Me, I Was Made For Lovin’ You, and Girls, Girls, Girls. The guitar riff in Beat It is his favorite part of the song. Allen also listens to genres like rap, heavy metal, and synthwave. But he isn’t picky—he will save any songs he likes and bump to them.

Allen owns a gun. If you ask him what he uses it for, he’ll scratch his head and say, “oh, you know. Just self-defense and stuff. There’s a lot of weirdos out there, you wouldn’t believe it.”

He’s kind to animals. Allen understands their capabilities and is very accommodating when he plays with them. Be it a turtle, bunny, cat, or dog, he always handles his furry (or slimy) friends with care. He seems to know how to train anything, and gets really invested in the process.

He’s the type to get down on the floor to keep his pets company. Otherwise, he’s doing something ridiculous for them to copy. Before he figures out how to potty train a puppy, for example, he will crouch on the newspaper and pretend to take a dump. Then, he will feed himself a treat (a fruit). “See? Isn’t that easy? Now, try and do it on the newspaper this time...”

Psychology + romance

Allen is a serial romancer. He’s a flirty person by nature, so he won’t have trouble chasing someone he likes. But after a few one-liners, dates, and maybe a fling, it never ends well. They don’t approve of his bum lifestyle, lose interest, or just can’t stand his attitude. If you accept him for who he is and return his energy, you’re already off to a good start.

He starts off the relationship by dating, not friendship. Allen is physical, and he loves to be, so he starts off with kissing and sex. What gets him to stay around you is respect, chemistry, and eventual friendship. Finding one-night stands is easy, but someone that can understand him? He’s not letting you go anytime soon.

Once you and him become an item, Allen will always take you out for long drives. It’s never about the destination, it’s the intimacy that comes from the closeness and conversation. He likes putting his hand on your thigh when he steers, or when he’s backing up. “This is why I had to get good at driving one-handed, doll.”

When the destination is important, he takes the motorcycle instead. Allen will never get enough of your arms hugging his torso. But what gets his blood pumping is seeing you close your eyes. It tells him that you feel safe riding behind him. “You know what, I’m gonna take a detour.”

Allen and you are a package deal. He has a lot of time on his hands, and he gets quite attached, so he’ll follow you around at every chance he gets. It doesn’t matter where—in the house, in public, or even around your friends. If you plan on going out, he’s always ready to pop the question.

“Can I come?” Allen lights up.

“You came last time, Al.” You reply as you get dressed. “Don’t you wanna stay home and do something else? You’ll get bored.”

“But I’ll get even more bored at home.”

“But it’s weird bringing your boyfriend everywhere.”

“It is?” He crinkles his nose.

He loves surprising you. He knows your size, and won’t hesitate to walk into a store you might like. People could stare or give him weird looks, but he’s too busy picking out something nice for you to care. If you don’t have any preferences, he will always go for the dress. And if he’s not getting clothes, he’ll get you teddies or home goods.

Allen will do anything to make your life easier. This extends from errands to emotional support. He might mess up with the chores, but you can’t even be mad because he tried so hard. Knowing how to do something is irrelevant to him, because it’s the thought that counts. “Babe? I think I cross-contaminated the cutting boards. And the cutlery. And the plates. And the—yeah. Why did you have to eat beef tonight?”

Communication is crucial. He can be down sometimes, but that can be solved by regular conversation. It doesn’t have to be something deep or meaningful. So long as you respond to his emotional bids, he’s a happy camper. Allen tends to make mindless comments, but in reality, he’s looking for your attention.

He can get anxious when you’re not around him. Allen is used to being around you 24/7, and he can’t have it any other way. If you’re away for days on end, he will sleep on your side of the bed to feel close to you. When you finally show up, he’ll be pretty clingy and expect a lot of affection. “Where the hell did you go anyways?”

Allen doesn’t work well with boundaries, physically or otherwise. He could try to adjust to them, but he usually ends up forgetting. If you get annoyed at him for constantly barging in on you, in the bedroom or bathroom, you might have to remind him to ask first.

“You want me to ask?”

“Yeah.”

Allen is already taking up most of the space in the bathtub, but he’s only getting closer and closer. He leans into your face and looks at you coyly.

“Okay. Can I wash up with you?”

He hates arguing with you. Allen would rather compromise and make things harder for himself than have conflict of any kind. When he does fight with you, it won’t be long before he apologizes. He can’t stand the distance, and will do anything to work something out. “Come on. I’m sorry. Don’t be like that. Hey—don’t close the door! Let me in. We’ll work something out.”

Allen gets jealous very easily. Seeing you with other people will ruin his mood, but he knows to not hold it against you. Instead, he’ll pick you up and drive home in silence to hide it. If you squeeze his arm, he’ll slowly warm up again. He knows it’s not good because you’re your own person, but he can’t help wanting you to himself.

He’s frisky. Allen lives for your touch, so he’s always putting his mouth and hands on you. When he’s not kissing you, he’s licking or biting you somewhere. If you two are out and about, he’ll wrap an arm around your waist and pull you close. “C’mere. Gimme some sugar.”

The bane of his existence is self-acceptance. Allen doesn’t care for big dreams, success, or money. But that’s the problem—his indifference to material wealth and class is unconventional, which fuels his cycle of self-doubt. He’s broke, ‘improper’, and the last guy you could ever want. If you stay with him regardless, he knows he’s found his ride or die.

[mercy-burning]

Myth or Movie

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Unbeknownst to the two of them, Y/N and Spencer's children have worked up a plan to get them to meet... Category: SMUT (18+) Content: Strong language, oral sex (female receiving), penetrative/unprotected sex, someone is misgendered (nothing too bad, it’s very brief, and it’s sincerely apologized for by the person who misgenders) Word Count: 4.2k

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NOTE: This is my 2nd entry for Pom’s ( @imagining-in-the-margins ) Enemies To Lover’s Writing Challenge! This one was one of the prompts she provided: You and (Character)'s kids don't get along, so you have to have a talk. Turns out you... really really get along... and I couldn’t wait to tackle it! I believe my exact words were: “I’m gonna Parent Trap these bitches”... So do with that what you will lol

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"I'm so sorry I'm late!"

Two heads turn to stare at me as I burst through the doors. I'm out of breath from running through the building, something the staff really didn't seem to appreciate, though their shouts and annoyed glances were the last thing on my mind.

As I try to catch my breath, the two heads stand, and suddenly I feel a lot smaller.

One of them I recognize— Principal Anteros. I'd met with her before over some of Sky's academic achievements, all positive things, which is why today's circumstances make being in this office rather uncomfortable.

It's also why I seem to shrink with embarrassment at my tardiness— and appearance. Waitressing has its benefits, but today's whirlwind of phone calls and a mention at meeting another parent are not any of them.

Speaking of, the other person in the room is one I've never seen before. He's taller than both Anteros and I, extremely well dressed, and probably the most intimidatingly beautiful human being I'd ever met. I can barely meet his eyes, and so I try not to think about what he's doing here—to think about having to talk to him.

I shrink even further.

"Ms. Y/L/N," Principal Anteros greets. Thankfully she doesn't sound too upset given the circumstances. "Please, have a seat."

I do, brushing off my uniform as if that will somehow help my appearance. The soft leather of the chairs, however comfortable they might be, fail to bring me any comfort at all.

"As I'm sure you've guessed already, this is Doctor Reid, Vivian's father."

Great, he's a fucking doctor? This already bodes well for me...

Regardless of my reservations, I turn to him and give a faint smile. He waves in turn, and for the time being I'm extremely glad he doesn't insist on shaking my hand.

"It's nice to meet you," he says, surely nothing but a formality.

"You, too," I say quickly, then turn back to Principal Anteros. "Your phone call sounded urgent... Is everything alright?"

As soon as I say it, I feel kind of dumb. Because of course everything isn't alright. My child's principal called a meeting with another parent, and that can never mean anything good, not to mention the fucking intimidation and awkwardness in the room right now. I almost apologize, trying to explain that that wasn't exactly what I meant to get across, but then I would have just been talking for way too long, embarrassing myself further.

Once again, I'm thankful for Anteros's ability to move the conversation along. "I'm not sure, but it doesn't seem so. I only bring this to attention because Sky and Vivian are both stellar students. They've never had any disciplinary issues or difficulties with other students..."

"No one's hurt, right?" Mr. Reid asks. I know he's just concerned for his child, but for some reason it feels like an attack on me, like he assumes my kid had something to do with it.

"No, no one's hurt. Thankfully there weren't any physical altercations. But it seems your girls are quite... loud."

The doctor looks like he wants to say something, but I'm quick to jump in before he can. "Sorry... Sky is non-binary. They use they/them pronouns."

I half expect one or either of them to make a big deal or just roll their eyes at me, as most people seem to do when I correct them on the matter, but Anteros gives a sincere apology and Reid probably couldn't have cared any less.

I still can't tell if I like him or not...

But that doesn't matter right now.

"What do you mean by loud?" I continue.

Anteros sighs. "Well, while there hasn't been any physical violence, your kids seem to have very heated arguments, usually during lunch or in the hallway in passing... We thought maybe we could resolve it here since, like I said, they're both excellent students, but then it started escalating to classroom arguments... It's a lot of screaming..."

I have never known Sky to raise their voice at anyone, not even in a situation where I probably would have. Lord knows I'm thankful they don't have my impatience and tendency to get pissed off easily...

So what happened that was so bad, it made them snap?

"You... You're sure you mean Vivian is acting out like this?" Reid asks slowly, and I can't stop myself from laughing out loud.

"Come on, she's a professional. This has been going on for weeks, in her school, I'm sure she would know if it was your kid having a screaming match with someone else..."

This time Doctor Reid actually looks over at me, an eyebrow raised, and though I very much believe what I've just told him, the way he's looking at me right now drops my heart straight down to my stomach, like he's the principal and I'm the student acting out—No, it's worse than that... I feel like he's a disappointed parent, but not with Vivian, with me.

I avoid his intimidating stare and look down at the ground. "Sorry... I'm just... This isn't like Sky, either, I don't know what to do..."

"Well, usually when we have these sort of disputes, we like to have the students talk it out amongst themselves with a moderator present. But we've tried that, and it seems that they still haven't made any progress. Now, I know your children are good at heart, and it seems like you both are excellent parents— You know your children better than anyone here ever could. So, I'm proposing the two of you take a meeting some time and try to figure out how to settle this."

Seriously? If it hasn't been made clear already, this man is a doctor of some kind, planets away from my league in any capacity, and I can just picture the two of us in a screaming match close to what I imagine our children's looked like...

Maybe we can just e-mail.

"Okay," he agrees evenly, and I'm surprised he seems this calm considering I've just practically yelled at him... "I have free time this afternoon if you want to talk it over."

"I have to get back to work, but I get done at five," I sigh, wanting to get this over with. "Are you free then?"

"Mhm."

"Good," Anteros chirps, standing and leaving Doctor Reid and I to follow suit. "Perhaps over the weekend we can get this settled."

I sure as hell hope so.

———

"Ms. Y/L/N, wait!"

I have no idea what he could possibly want from me now that we've set a time and place to talk tonight, but I'm just praying desperately that he doesn't want to take this time alone in the parking lot to get back at me for accosting him in Anteros's office...

Thankfully, his face when he approaches seems rather kind.

"You can call me Y/N..."

"Right," he says, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets and nodding. "I'm Spencer."

"Spencer... So, um... Did you need something?"

"O—Oh, I just... I know you have to get back to work so I'll make this short, but I wanted to see if you wanted to do, uh... dinner tonight?"

"Excuse me?"

"Well, I just figured since we probably didn't expect for our weekend to go this way... We should make it worth it?"

"Are you really trying to turn this into a date?"

"W— No, not really, I just... You know, I thought it might be nice to... make this less like a chore, you know? A—And don't feel like you have to say yes, it was just a thought, I'm sorry if I made this weirder..."

The fact that I still can't figure this man out bothers me, but right now he's blushing, and he looks like he's trying to save himself from embarrassment, and it's so fucking adorable that I don't really care that I was just annoyed.

So I tell him, "Sure. Why not?"

"Really?"

"Yeah... Besides, Lord knows I haven't gone out for dinner in a long time."

The doctor is relieved, a smile creeping up on his lips that suddenly tugs at my insides and makes me wish for a second that it really is a date he's offering... "Okay, good. Do you want to meet at Waterstone, seven o'clock?"

The excitement starts to drain from me as he says it, followed by an incoming wave of embarrassment. "Oh, man, that... That place is kind of expensive, I don't—"

"Oh, it's okay, I'll pay for everything. I'll even wait outside for you so we can go in together if you'd like..."

Why he's being so nice to me I have no idea, but it's making my annoyance melt and my heart start to beat faster, and I really don't know how to feel about that. In fact I'm pretty sure it's weird as fuck given the circumstances.

But all I have to do is make it through this weekend, hopefully all will be back to normal, and I won't ever have to think about it ever again.

"Alright... It's a date."

———

Out of all the scenarios I'd pictured for the end of the night, this definitely had not been one of them.

I finished my shift at the diner, imagining on my drive home the look on his face when I inevitably showed up with something on my face or stained on my dress; Instead I showed up to Waterstone and was greeted with wandering eyes and showered with bashful compliments.

I expected to get into some type of argument about how each of our kids were better than the other or something, but we ended up talking through their traits with compassion, interest, and pride, all while agreeing that we just have to sit with them this weekend and explain that there are easier, better ways to sort out disagreements than screaming at each other in public.

I expected not to have much fun at all, but by the time we gathered the check and headed out the door, Spencer and I were laughing, just a little tipsy on Cabernet, our hands gently brushing and sparks shooting up my arm at the feeling.

I expected to go our separate ways and walk to my car and drive home, but instead he ended up telling me he was taking the Subway home, and I offered to give him a ride to the opposite side of town where I lived (Waterstone was right in the middle).

I expected to walk through the door, stumble straight up to bed, and sleep until Sky inevitably woke me up with them saying I've slept in too late and needed to get ready for work, but instead I ended up following Spencer up to his door to say goodnight.

And now we're at a fork in the road, and I can take one of two paths.

I can say goodnight, watch him walk in, and then go home and forget about this whole thing.

Or I can keep letting him stare at me until I find myself leaning in to kiss him. Whether or not he'll actually reciprocate is another story, but the little bit of wine tingling in the surface of my body and the dark, intense look in his eye gives me more courage than I've had since I met him.

Before I can make a move, Spencer talks, his voice small and inviting. "Do you want to come inside?" The beating of my heart quickens immensely as he takes another step forward and brings his fingers out to graze my chin. "Vivian's with her mom tonight."

Yes. Vivian's mom, who divorced Spencer pretty soon in the marriage after she just decided his job was too much to handle. He'd quit and took a teaching job, but even still, she declined his pleading to stay married and eventually admitted that she just wasn't in love with him anymore. At least she had the decency to let him have joint custody once his schedule cleared up, and it seemed like they were decent co-parents. Maybe even friends.

I think about Sky, how much they wish their dad had stayed, and how much I wish he had too. I was devastated when he left without anything more than a note. For years it took a huge toll on us, and I barely had the headspace to even think about dating anyone since then.

But here I am now, standing with this man who has also lost a spouse, who's somewhat of a single parent, and who seems kind and genuine enough that I don't think I'd have to worry about bringing him into the life of my child.

Though, I don't even know it'll go that far. I'm getting too far ahead of myself, and so to slow down I look at what's right in front of me. Right now.

Spencer looks at me like he wants to devour me. My whole body is tingling from head to toe. I want to kiss him, and I'm pretty damn sure he wants to kiss me back. He just invited me inside, which means that if I accept, we'll most likely end up sleeping with each other.

Again... Definitely not one of the scenarios I'd had in mind when I left the school today. But it's a damn good one, and he's so hot I want to cry.

My flirty switch turns on so fast, it nearly gives me whiplash. "And what are you gonna do if I say yes?"

"Depends... How badly do you want to walk tomorrow?"

My first instinct is to jokingly tell him to put me in a wheelchair, but I settle for kissing him instead, hoping that gives the same sentiment.

The way he melts into my body tells me I've succeeded. My arms fly up to his neck and pull him closer, and he holds me tightly to him, waiting for my lips to part so he can expertly slip his tongue past them.

I whine out and take a step towards the door. Spencer comes with me and fumbles with the keys in his pocket before reluctantly pulling away to get us inside.

Once we take our jackets and shoes off, he clings to me like static, drawn to me like a magnet, and I let him near without a second thought. Our lips find each other perfectly, like they've always meant to fit together. And as pieces of clothing come off on our way through the house and up to his bedroom, our limbs fit together just as well. Nothing is out of place.

Hell, I don't even remember how inferior to him I felt earlier in the day. Our jobs and lifestyles might seem like polar opposites, but for right now, the two of us are on very equal footing, coming together like it's always been meant to be.

I nearly fall apart when his fingers gather wetness from my cunt, just enough to tease me before pulling away and bringing them to his lips. I watch with a whine waiting on the back of my tongue as he slips his fingers past his mouth and sighs.

"More," is all he manages, and I want so badly to tease him—tell him how I know he can be more eloquent than that—but words are all lost on me too, when he drops to his knees and spreads me apart with ease. I have no choice but to reach behind and grip the foot-end of the bed as he works his tongue expertly against me.

Each of my sighs and whines are met with more avidity from him, taking the form of sharp flicks of the tongue over my clit, and once he adds his fingers to the mix, pumping them expertly inside me, I'm a fucking goner.

I come with a silent shout, clenching my thighs around his face and gripping the foot of the bed so tightly it feels like my hands might go numb.

Once my body loosens, Spencer gets up and kisses me, nearly knocking me over. I'm breathless and dizzy as the tang of my arousal coats my tastebuds. His hands are gentle despite the hunger in his lips, and the medley of sensations of all of these things has me weak in the knees.

"Getting harder to stand already, sweetheart?" he laughs, catching me as I fall into him. His hands clutch at my thighs and he carries me to the edge of the bed, crawling over top of me and kissing down my neck. "That's okay... I'll take good care of you."

I still can't manage to speak as he gently pushes in, the slow burn of him splitting me in two rendering me utterly incapable of even thought. I gladly welcome the pressure, especially once he's inside me all the way and lowering his body to mine. Our chests press firmly together as he pulls back and starts a steady pace with his hips. He traps me with his arms, bringing them to either side of my face. And when his fingers brush the hair from my eyes, he stares into them with intensity as he fucks me.

It's slow and hard. It's heart-pounding. It's earth-shattering. It's everything that makes sex worth having. In that moment we're two equals, so wrapped up in the mere feeling of each other that everything else is just background noise. He breathes me in and I do the same, and with each cant forward of his hips, he brings me deeper into this world we've both ultimately created together.

I want more than anything to wrap my legs around him and keep him close to me, but he's fucking me so good that I don't have the willpower. Instead, they lay spread out, lazy and open as his hips move between them. I'm warm all over, tingling everywhere our skin connects. When he kisses me, swallowing my pathetic attempts at whimpering his name, I'm positive that this is what Heaven must feel like.

Whether it's hours or only minutes later, eventually my body tenses, unable to hold back any further, and two particularly deep thrusts from Spencer send me barreling over the edge.

"There it is, sweetheart..." he praises, caressing my face with long, gentle fingers and leaving little kisses wherever they trail. His voice only seems to help me along, each warm syllable soothing the muscles that pulled taut at his mercy. "That's a good girl..."

I feel tired, calmed, and relaxed, when he pulls out only to jerk off over my lower stomach. Through tired eyes, I watch as he lets go and covers me with his release. Hearing him grunt out my name as he does it nearly wakes me up again, and it even finally brings some words out of me.

"God, you're so fucking hot..."

Well... Not exactly elegant, but the feeling gets across.

Spencer laughs and rolls over so that he isn't nearly crushing me anymore. He kisses down my neck, my arm, and he ever-so-slightly swipes the tip of his tongue over the mess he made before kissing my thigh and getting up to leave— presumably to get me something to clean up with.

Sure enough, he returns shortly with a wet washcloth and tenderly cleans me up. I manage to sit, leaning back on my elbows once he's done and smile at him. He's practically kneeling in front of me again, smiling back as his lips press featherlight kisses to the inside of my leg.

"How're you feeling?" he drawls, letting me pull him up to lay down with me.

"Really good. I haven't done that in so long..."

"Me either... I um... I hadn't really thought much about seeing other people once Lena and I got divorced... I guess I just wanted to put all my focus into being the best father I could, you know?"

"Mhm," I answer, turning to face him and interlocking our fingers. "I know exactly what you mean."

We lay like that for a few moments in comfortable silence, hands and limbs tangled while we breathe the same air and revel in the afterglow we've just created.

Suddenly Spencer laughs, and I squeeze his hand. "What is it?"

"I was just thinking... We probably wouldn't have met if not for Anteros calling us in, right?"

"Yeah..." I piece it together. "Guess I never thought of it that way."

"I just think it's funny, because in Greek mythology, Anteros was an Erote, known as an avenger of unrequited love, and he punished those who scoffed at romantic advances made by others... You and I never even thought about dating after our separations, and yet... Here we are now, because of Anteros."

Hearing him educate me on Greek mythology only serves to remind me how different we are. Still, the little story brings a comforting smile to my lips. "Well... Remind me to send her a basket of muffins or something to thank her."

"And tell her what? That you're grateful she got you laid?"

"Yeah. And what about it?"

The two of us dissolve into laughter that eventually fizzles and leaves us silent again. Our fingers are still tangled, and somehow we've snuggled in even closer.

"In any case, I'm glad I got to meet you, Doctor Reid."

"And I, you, Ms. Y/L/N..."

———

In the past two weeks since that first meeting, I hadn't received any more phone calls from Principal Anteros, which bode as a good sign.

Spencer and I decided to see each other as secretly as we could, which meant only giving vague details to our kids as to what we were doing in our spare time— It seemed weird to spring it on them if they didn't get along, so we figured it was best to wait until the situation was handled.

I tried to talk to Sky about their progress with Vivian, but they only insisted that everything was fine and they wouldn't have to worry anymore. And after relaying this information to Spencer, he informed me that Viv had said the same thing to him.

It wasn't until we both realized that they'd said the same things verbatim each time we asked, that something odd was going on.

And that's how we end up right here, Sky and I sitting on a park bench bathed in the golden October sun while I patiently wait for Spencer to 'coincidentally' show up with Vivian.

Thankfully I don't have to wait too long, because almost five minutes after we sit, I hear the familiar sound of my name falling from his lips, and it's hard to contain the cocky, playful smile that appears upon my own.

"Spencer, hey!" I call back, standing up and going to give him a hug. He pulls me in and he's nice and warm. He smells like burnt wood for some reason, and I want to breathe him in forever. Instead, I settle for a sweet kiss on the lips, both because I simply want to and also because it should baffle the fuck out of our kids.

Sure enough we pull away and look to them, and they look panicked. They have no idea what to do, what to say...

"Oh! Sorry... Viv, this is Y/N, Sky's mom."

The pure amusement in Spencer's voice makes me feel even warmer than being in his embrace. I look to his daughter and give her a wave. "Hi."

"H—Hi..."

It almost seems cruel to laugh at their predicament, but as I turn to Sky and introduce them to Spencer, they have clear annoyance written all over their face.

"Okay, Mom, I think we get it... How did you guys figure it out?"

"What, that you two pretended to hate each other so your principal would have to call us both in to meet?"

The pre-teens look at each other and sigh, truly defeated once and for all. "Yeah," they mutter simultaneously.

"Well, it surely didn't make any sense when you got in trouble for yelling at each other in the first place," Spencer points out. "And then when we asked you how things were working out, you both said the same exact thing..."

"It wasn't that hard to figure out, but we appreciate the effort," I add, reaching out to ruffle Sky's hair. They jerk away playfully, and I can't help but notice their smile as they peek over at Vivian.

"Our plan worked, though, so I call it a win," Vivian says with a shrug.

"As long as you two don't plan on causing any more disruptions at school..." Spencer looks between the both of them, and then at me, his eyes softening as he takes my hand and squeezes it. "Then yes. I'd call it a win, too."

I lean into him and laugh. "Turns out it wasn't Greek mythology that brought us together. It was The Parent Trap."

He raises an eyebrow, like he doesn't get what I mean, and before I can ask or explain, Vivian does it for me. "He's never seen it."

Spencer looks between the three of us like a lost and confused puppy, and we all laugh.

"Well, then, maybe we'll have to have a movie night sometime soon," I offer, reaching out for Sky.

Hand in hand, the four of us continue down the pathway, walking away from the setting sun while dried leaves rustle under our feet.

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[beyuwol]

at this point, even speaking to hyejin is yuwol's attempt at pivoting away from conversation with other people he'd find marginally more taxing to speak to. it's not a cure-all solution though, especially not when he can feel the stares of other people on them right now, possibly concocting something new to gossip about. it's not that yuwol wants to expect the worst out of people on a daily basis, but the people his parents force him to meet haven't really earned his good side. at least he isn't saying any of this out loud—if he did, his parents would have his head. he doesn't like being perpetually bitter either, so the mask of his smile remains persistent. fake it until you make it.

he does laugh, practiced and somewhat poised, not as freeing as it could be. "i can't eat anything more myself." yuwol was never one to have a big appetite—on the contrary, he'd forget to eat during most days. "the food is good, but... the company we're surrounded with is a little questionable," he says under a whisper, knowing that it wouldn't bode well for him if someone else other than hyejin heard what he said. it felt like something he needed to say though, an admittance of sorts. something he wouldn't be able to get away with had he been within the vicinity of his parents.

yuwol takes a peek out the window, into the garden—it does seem a lot less suffocating out there, and it's not like they'd be leaving the party. they're just coming up for fresh air, which is fairly normal. maybe they could have the excuse that their outfits need fixing, or they wanted to air-dry something of theirs. either way, there shouldn't be too many questions. he takes a glance where his parents are—busy, showboating as usual. they wouldn't mind if yuwol took a few minutes out.

"no one we know is at the door," yuwol informs hyejin, like it's a subtle invitation. "i think we'd be safe if we stepped out for a bit now." yuwol knows they both need it at this point, their social battery is turning to the negatives, and they're running out of backup power too. as much as he enjoys talking to hyejin, he'd prefer if he could speak to her without the clawing presence of socialites trying to climb towards a higher social status.

"should we make a break for it now?" he asks, seriously considering his own offer. "we aren't exactly leaving, only seeing how cold the night is. maybe greet the moon for a little bit." scrambling for reasons, really. not that hyejin needed any, she seems about as ready as yuwol is to bolt. if they were given the opportunity to simply up and leave, they would've taken it in a heartbeat. he's glad he has that in common with the other.

"surely they wouldn't mind," yuwol summarizes. no need for any more convincing; he takes his first step before looking back at hyejin. he doesn't intend to leave her behind. "let's go?"

this was hyejin's life ever since she can remember. her sister was dealing with the same thing and she could only wonder if she felt the same way she did about being surrounded by people who took this chance just to flaunt to others. it was odd and she didn't start thinking it was until she had gotten older. not that she said anything, just did want she was told and mingled with anyone who wanted to talk to her. it seemed to come easy and she could mask the emotion she felt that would give away she didn't want to be here at all. her mother didn't need to now that information.

helping yuwol with all of this was something hyejin didn't mind. she appreciated getting to spend time with the other plus it got her away from the same talk of careers and charities she just started hearing about. she knows it's a lot being in a social situation and even being a social butterfly, her social battery was starting to deplet. she wanted nothing more than to be anywhere but here at the moment. even a bit of fresh air would have been helpful. the constant murmuring of voices wasn't appealing anymore and she just wants to be somewhere quieter.

she knows that she won't get to just be on the sidelines for long but she appreciates getting to talk to yuwol even for a bit. it helps her social battery recharge instead of the constant amount of people approaching her to talk about her modeling career that she was starting to dread. if her mother found her, she'd be put back into the crowd that didn't seem to disapate at all.

"yes, feel others have been thinking i've wanted food but it's a way to pass time." it was a way to say she was taking a break without out right saying it. she didn't want to offend anyone. she doesn't understand if anyone else could deal with this at all if their parents didn't push for their kids be apart of all this. it definitely wasn't something she wished on anyone else. she understand how yuwol feels and can hear the complaint that he knows others would question if they spoke any louder. she didn't need to be scolded for being rude.

thinking carefully, she gazes toward the all the nicely dress people still gathered around different areas of the place. "doesn't seem like their are stopping. makes me wonder how much they can flaunt before they get tired of it." she whispers back, letting herself roll her eyes to show her feelings about all this. she knew her mother would stay as long as she could while dragging her father alongside her.

"doesn't it? maybe we can get a bit of fresh air, they wouldn't mind right?" she asks, since they wouldn't be leaving and still be right outside the building. their parents couldn't be mad about that.

[happytroopers]

crosshairs fic idea: reader is gossiping with coworkers (maybe medics idk) about who the most attractive clone is and reader mentions crosshair and he somehow finds out and teases her

Teasing // Crosshair x reader

“It’s definitely Captain Rex. ” Tula, a Rodian nurse from the 212th, stated decidedly. You giggled into the shitty GAR rationed caf.

“That’s just cause your into blondes.” You teased, content with the rounds of chuckles at the mess hall table as Tula’s teal cheeks blushed blue.

“I still don’t know why we’re having this conversation, they’re clones, they all look the same! Thats like the whole thing.” Rys groaned uncomfortably, the only man at the table of civilian enlistments. It was rare for some many of your friends to be in the same place at the same time- but medical staff and engineering alike, every six months after your first deployment civilian enlistments were shipped back to Coruscant for a week long training refresher.

“You can’t say that, it’s rude!” Tula slapped his arm, eyebrow ridges furrowing over her galaxy eyes. He held his hands up in surrender.

“Yeah Rys, we won’t assume you’re any less straight if you admit that Wolffe is clearly the most attractive.” Raina grinned, her peach colored lekku twitching at the thought of the commander. You considered the idea but shook your head as other names got thrown around.

Kix, Fives, Bly, Keeli, Cody, and a couple other names you didn’t quite recognize the names of were tossed around the table. Haircuts, scars, tattoos, personality all became deciding factors as you at your dinner, occasionally chiming in to tease your friends.

“Ok then, who do you think the hottest soldier is?” An engineer from some outer moon data post asked after you teased her for her choice- Tup, a younger soldier in the 501st that you hadn’t met since your transfer to Clone Force 99.

You held your hands up, ready to evade the question. But Raina interjected, a challenging look on her face. You’d gone through academy with the peachy colored twi-lek and her sharp tongue was almost faster than her flying. You knew that look, and it didn’t bode well.

“If you don’t answer, I’ll tell every trooper I see all week that you said it was them.” She threatened with a smirk that said she already knew she had won. The smirk grew to a grin when you let out a defeated sigh.

“Well, in my own personal opinion, that Crosshair is the most attractive man we work with.” You admitted quietly. An honest answer on your part, you did think he was attractive even if you’d never say it to his face. Immediately, several pairs of disbelieving eyes landed on you.

“What? He doesn’t even count!” Rys pointed an finger at you to emphasize his point, “he doesn’t even look like the other clones!”

You shrugged as Tula slapped the back of his head again, her voice scolding as she hissed, “You can’t say that either!”

Then she looked at you, “Really though? He’s meaner than a burned gundark.”

“He’s scary.” Raina nodded.

“He’s an ass.” Another one of the 212th enlistments echoed from down the table. You’d forgotten that a few of the units they were assigned to probably had worked with Clone Force 99 at some point. Nevertheless, suddenly, you felt a need to defend the sniper who had finally become what you’d consider a friend.

“Ok, so it takes a while to get to know him, but...” you started, thinking of all the amazing qualities no one else saw because they weren’t with him all the time, “he’s loyal to a fault, really funny, always pulls me out of sticky situations and usually manages to keep me out of them to begin with, once you get to know him and how he is, you see how much he cares about his-“

“Ok, sure,” Raina cut you off, clearly not believing the cold eyed sniper could care about anything or anyone. She paused to pitch her voice up, flutter her eyelashes, and clasp her hands beside her face like a cartoon princess, “we don’t know him like you do~”

She interrupted herself with a snicker before she continued in her normal voice, “and all that bantha crap, but this is about attractiveness. What makes him hot? And don’t give me any of this, personality is all I look at shit.”

“And if I tell you, you’ll leave me alone?” You asked, though it was more of a demand. Tula nodded, she had always been a little boy crazy, and was dying to hear the scoop. You sighed again, hoping your cheeks weren’t too flushed, “fine, He’s very unique looking, in all the best ways. He’s very tall and lean, but crazy built. I’m into the silver hair, and believe it or not, under the armor that man has the best ass you’ll ever see.”

Tula was leaning on the table, giggling wildly at the juicier bits of you description. Raina had leaned back in her seat, and rolled her eyes, “To each their own, I suppose.”

Fortunately for you, the conversation switched to complaining about to the soldiers that were in charge of your training. There was a rumor the Fox used “civilian training” as punishment for his men when they earned a reprimand. It made sense, all the Coruscant guardsmen that were tasked with running drills with you weren’t exactly thrilled to be there. As if any of you were either.

“Yeah, I definitely don’t understand that attitude. We get it, you don’t want to be here, neither do we, but we are so let’s just get it over with- with out the..... are you even listening?” You were in the middle of your tangent when it was clear none of your group was listening to you. Instead there were all staring over your head with varying looks of slight fear, curiosity, and overall disdain. Tula was the one who attempted to subtly point behind you. At first you feared it was one of the troopers in charge of your training, so you quickly turned around with a forced apologetic look on your face.

To your surprise, you found Crosshair. Helmet free, as usual he had a toothpick between his teeth as he gave your group an appraising sweep. He had the same look on his face that he did when he was sizing up ‘the regs’- until he got to you. It took a year for him to stop looking at you that way, but his slight sneer eased out to neutral-which when it came to the sniper, it might as well have been an ear to ear grin.

“Crosshair! What are you doing here?” You asked, turning around in your seat. In addition to his sudden appearance, just his president was slightly confusing. Typically, Hunter would come himself, or send Tech- all to avoid a potential fight. Your training mates looked slightly bewildered at the amicable exchange.

“Springing you. We’ve got an assignment.” He shrugged after plucking the toothpick from between his lips. Like a true creature of habit, he started twirling the stick between his fingers. You quirked an eyebrow motioning to the other civilians.

“You can’t ‘spring me’, it’s GAR regulation for me to do this training refresher.” You reminded him, he rolled his eyes- but you weren’t sure if his disdain was for your use of air quotes or just disdain for GAR regulation in general. With any member of the Bad Batch, it was usually general disrespect for the rules. You gave him a look before continuing, “I still have three more days.”

“Is it really training? You could run circles around anyone here, especially them.” He drawled as he nodded his head over his shoulders at the table of red painted troopers who were eyeing him in distrust. Your eyes went a little wide, was that a compliment? And then you ducked your head at the offended glares of your table. In an effort to prevent a fight, you stood quickly before letting him lead you off.

“They’re aren’t gonna let me leave, Crosshair.” You reminded him, looking up to meet his eyes. He smirked a bit, setting his eyes forward.

“How are they gonna stop us?” He challenged, dropping his smile to glare at a passing trooper.

“Well, ion cannons come to mind.” You mused before clearing your throat, “You guys could always go with me, you went on plenty of missions before you got stuck with me. It be like the good ole days.”

He didn’t laugh at your joking tone, but shook his head, “You’re one of us, you stay with us”

You were stunned to silence for a second, despite your friendship he’s never referred you you as ‘one of them’. Heat rose to your cheeks as you exited the corridor into a lift, so Crosshair diffused the tension.

“Mission takes precedence over regulations. When have we been know to follow the rules, anyways.” He mused, swiping his ID card so the lift would let you out in the hangar. He relaxed a bit when you snorted a laugh before he continued on, “Besides, how can pull you out of sticky situation if you’re on a different planet?”

You froze in your spot, stomach dropping and cheeks flaring with red hot embarrassment; you had forgotten the cardinal rule of working with Crosshair.

If you didn’t have eyes on Crosshair, Crosshair definitely had eyes on you. And in this case, apparently ears as well.

“Ok, look-“ you started, hoping to ease your embarrassment, but all of the excuses you could come up with fell flat before they made it out of your mouth. Fortunately, the lift door slid open, allowing you to escape before you could further your embarrassment.

Crosshair actually chuckled out loud, long legs easily traipsing past you as he headed towards the Havoc Marauder. Momentarily, he twisted around to walk backwards, pointing his toothpick towards you, “Don’t worry, your ass is almost as good as mine.”