#I'd rather just give them an mhm okay and walk away

[dailymanners]

Being civil =/= being two faced. If you have to regularly see and deal with someone, such as a roommate, co-worker or other type of work associate such as a supplier, classmate, etc. If you don't like them or have personal qualms with them, for the sake of everyone around you be civil with them.

Of course this isn't about abusers or people who make you feel unsafe. This is about people who you just don't get along with or you just find to be annoying.

If you're uncivil with someone you regularly need to be around, you are making the environment worse for everyone around you including the co-workers and classmates you might actually like and get along with. Few people find it comfortable to even have to be in the vicinity of people being uncivil with each other.

Why make the whole atmosphere of your home, workplace, classroom, etc. uncomfortable for everyone there just because you don't like someone or have personal qualms with them? Don't drag others into your personal mess with your co-worker or roommate etc.

Of course you can still assert boundaries while being civil with someone. In fact you should, in a civil manner, keep your boundaries up. That's the difference between "Sorry Guðmundur, I appreciate your offer for me to join you for lunch but I'll have to pass" vs "Oh like hell am I going to join you for lunch after what you said about me at the staff party Guðmundur!" the former is just being a civil adult, while the latter is making an uncivil environment that is likely going to make your other co-workers uncomfortable.

[jjmaybankzwife]

August 🍓

JJ Maybank x reader

y/n is john b's twin sister ☀️

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y/n gets something slipped into her drink at a party by Rafe, JJ sees and beats Rafe up, starting everything during that summer off... pt1

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As I walked onto the beach that night, I wasn't expecting much. Just some kooks, tourons, and of course, pogues. I went with my brother, John B, and his friends JJ, Kiara and Pope. I left them to talk to my other friends, maybe meet a boy. But I can't help but stare at him, at him, at *JJ*. The way his silky, blond hair blows in the wind, the way he messes about with Pope, the way he flirts with the girls. Something about him is so.... somewhat enticing? But what am I thinking? Why would I, of all people, have a change with him, the island's pogue heartthrob? "Anyways, I was thinking about getting these pink nails, oooh, maybe these purple ones? What do you think Y/n?" My friend calls for me, but I'm too entranced by the godlike man I'm watching I can't focus on what she's saying. "Y/n??? Have you been listening?" And that snaps me out of my trance, but God I wish it didnt. "Uhmmmm, the purple ones with the little gems on are cute, I guess" I quickly respond "I'm just gonna go grab a beer, do you guys want anything?" I ask, but they all shake their heads and refuse, so I walk over to where the beers are and grab myself one. "Lucky" me, Rafe Cameron comes over. "What do you want, Cameron?" I sigh out, exhausted by his pushing. "Cmonnn, just give me one chance, Routledge. You won't regret it" he tells me, attempting to twirl my hair around his fingers but I shove him off of me. "A, Ew. B, I'd rather die than spend a night with you in that disgustingly giant house of yours." I respond, turning to walk away when Rafe slips a pill, probably a sleeping pill of some sort, into my beer, I go to drink it when JJ pushes it out of my hand. "What the fu-" is all I manage to get out before I see JJ shouting and screaming at Rafe, getting all up in his face. The next thing i see is JJ flinging his fists at him, hitting him in all the right spots for him to whince and shriek. I run over after a while, separating JJ from Rafe, walking him away from the beach while I confront him and parade him.with questions on why he did it, and when we finally get away from the beach and we're alone, he yells "Because he was going to fucking drug you okay?? I could see you were uncomfortable and when you were walking away he slipped something in your drink and I can't fucking bear the thought of him hurting you in any fucking way. That's why I fucking did it, okay??" I see anger boiling on his face and tears welling up in his eyes "JJ..." I whisper, wrapping my arms around his neck as I hug him, he slowly wraps his around my waist. I whisper into his ear "thank you, jayg, but I'm sure you'd do it for any girl" it's not like I'm special, I've raised JJ well enough to be a feminist. But I can't help but think... "mhm.." he muffles into my neck, trying to hide the tears in his eyes. "Jayg?" I whisper, trying to get him to lean his head up "yes, princess?" Just that nickname is enough for a girl to go weak in the knees, and trust me it did. He stands up straight and looks at me, curious, before I smash my lips to his..

[tia-amorosa]

Sunset Died - Alto/Landgraab

Separate paths

2 days later. It was still quite early in the morning when Vita was already back in the kitchen. Because one of the side effects of pregnancy, whether positive or negative, is being hungry, no matter what time of day. She hadn't had anything like this for almost 17 years. And she almost forgot how annoying these mood swings could be.

Gerhard and his wife also got up early. Then today is the day they will move into their new home. It was still possible to find an intact house. They ate breakfast in silence together with the others. But afterwards they had to exchange a few important words.

Gerhard spoke to Vita. “We had our disagreements until the end, but… We still want to thank you for giving us a roof over our heads when we were in need"/ ‘well, we like to help others when they need help, don't we?’. He looked at her in disbelief, by now it was hard to tell whether she was being ironic or not. “I'd rather not say anything about that now. I was looking for something useful for us yesterday and found another intact house."/ ‘Oh, I'm glad to hear that’.

“Oh, you're pleased, Vita? You've been as obnoxious as ever in the last few days…”. Vita thought back to the one night and the conversation between her husband and the stranger on the other end. It had a positive effect on her mood. “I apologize for my behavior, it might be partly due to pregnancy or… Oh, I just hope you'll feel better then. “/. Vita's behavior was also something new for Gerhard at that moment.

Holly didn't want to miss the chance to say goodbye either. “It's a bit of a shame that you want to leave, but… I understand your decision…”. Nancy smiled and shrugged her shoulders. “It wasn't meant to be a permanent solution to stay here. Thank you for looking after Malcolm from time to time, it wasn't a matter of course, I didn't want to take away your youth"/ ‘it's o.k., i had enough time and I'm very happy with Ethan’/ ‘he's a good boy’.

The men also had one last chat in front of the door. And Nick's head was working. "I'm... I'm sorry." Gerhard looked at him almost incomprehensibly. "What? What are you apologizing for, huh? For having to be your henchman for the last few months? Or for the fact that your opinion always carried more weight than the others'? I'm certainly not staying here because of an apology"/ "You don't have to."

“Then you don't need to start showing anything like remorse now, okay?"/ ”hh, I don't want that either, I… My God. You'd better tell me if you want to work as a doctor again"/ ”What? How am I supposed to do that? I'm in diagnostics and I can't work without the necessary equipment”. Nick looked at the floor for a moment and nodded. “Yes, that's true, of course. But… Maybe you'll think about it again soon.”

Gerhard turned and headed for the door… “It's just… I know you were passionate about your work. And now that Dr. Wolff is pausing for a while because of her pregnancy, you could do other things in the hospital"/ ”It's not even a real hospital, Nick. A small doctor's surgery and a military tent, that's not enough and it's cold as fuck there too.”.

Nick took a deep breath. “Yeah, I know. Well, maybe that can still be changed…"/ ”Let it go, Nick. You've wanted to change things so many times and you haven't. . I'll be on my way now with my wife and son. “/ “OK, then… Good luck for now. And if you do need anything…"/ ‘What I need at the moment is rest’. Gerhard walked past him and disappeared into the house to get the rest of his things and leave with his family.

Gerhard was glad to have freed himself from Nick's hands. Sure, he was never a prisoner in their house or anything like that, but he no longer held the same views as Nick. “And I really have my own room?”. For Malcolm, the whole thing was a new chapter as well. “mhm, yeah, “/”can I have an ant farm then? Holly always thought they were disgusting"/ ”we'll think about it, but you have to take good care of them. We don't want them running all over the house"/ ‘o.k.’….The new house was further away, but they were happy to put up with the long walk.

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End of this Part @greenplumbboblover🙂

[vintagepresley]

would you be able to do elvis at the movies with a guy and notices one of them is turned on and does something about it?

LoveLoveLove this request! ❤️

Elvis x M!Reader

Elvis and you had been good friends for a long time to the point that you both basically knew everything about one another and spent almost everyday together. He'd be lying to himself he if didn't admit that he began to think about you in sexual ways, he didn't know what was going on but he was discovering that he may be attracted to men, a secret he was harboring but still completely unsure. He was afraid to tell even you but he knew if he did that you wouldn't judge him or make him feel any different. But even still he was scared to say anything and he was honestly just confused more than anything. He liked girls, but guys were not beginning to turn him on and making him feel things he never really felt with a girl. Especially when he had his first encounter with another guy that went as far as him giving the guy a blowjob and then he chickened out right before he made him cum. He had another encounter and that went a bit better, but he couldn’t bring himself to go all the way with him. His head was a mess, so when you called him asking if he wanted to see a movie he jumped at the chance just to do anything to get out of his own head.

Elvis took the liberty of getting the Memphian Theater shut down for the night so the two of you could enjoy the movie in peace without any screaming fans or anyone recognizing him. The two of you met up around 7:00pm at the theater and you were surprised to see Elvis already standing outside and he smiled widely when he saw you. "Hey man, I hope I'm not late." you chuckled. "Not at all, Y/N. I just needed to get out of the house. So I figured I'd just wait for you." he smiled as he gestured for you to follow him as he already had bought the tickets. "Did ya want any snacks or anything?" Elvis asked. "Nah, I already ate home." you said softly. He nodded as the two of you walked to where your movie was showing and then finding some seats and you both plopped down beside each other. "You doin' okay, Elvis? You've been a bit weird lately." you asked. "Oh.. Y-Yeah, I'm fine.. I've just had a lot of things on my mind with uh.. work." he lied, biting at the inside of his cheek. "Oh, alright. Well, y'know I'm always here if you need anything or need to talk." you said with a nod. "Thanks.." he mumbled.

The two of you turning to watch the movie as it began to start and you squirmed a bit in your seat the pants you were wearing were rather tight on you and were rubbing you in the most uncomfortable way that it unexpected gave you a hard on and you swallowed harshly as you noticed the tent you pitched in your pants, hoping Elvis wouldn't notice. You tried your best to hide it but it was becoming more and more notice. Elvis couldn't help but look over because you kept making noise and squirming and when he glanced down at what you were doing he noticed the hard on in your pants and he quickly looked away his face turning read but his eyes linger back down at the arousing sight, licking over his lips a bit. You looked up to see Elvis staring at your hard on and he seemed visibly turned on as he licked his lips and now you were both looking at each other and he nervously looked away, blushing hard. "I-I-I wasn't looking in the way you t-think I may have been... I'm not-" but you quickly stopped him, placing a hand over his shaky hand, squeezing it gently. "It's okay, Elvis..." you whispered.

He looked back up at you with his brow furrowed. "I-It is?" he mumbled. "Mhm.. I've had a feeling, but I wasn't sure and I didn't want to bring it up.." you said softly. His eyes widen at your words. "Are you... I mean.. D-Do you like guys too?" he whispered. You smiled at how cute he was being as always. "Yes Elvis, I do.. You particularly." you mumbled shyly. He tried to hide his blush as he stuttered over words some more. "I-I feel the same about you.." he confessed. You smiled and now the two of you couldn't stop smiling at one another feeling so safe to be able to confess to one another what you've been hiding this whole time. Elvis' eyes lingered back down at the hard on in your pants that was beginning to get uncomfortable for you as it throbbed in your pants, begging to be released. He bit down on his bottom lip, looking back up at you. "I can do somethin' about that if ya want.." he mumbled. You nodded slowly at his words, even though you were the only ones in the dark theater you still felt the need to make sure you were completely alone as Elvis got down on his knees in front of you and moving between your legs.

His hands running up your legs slowly and reaching for your belt as he unbuckled it and undid the button on your pants and you helped him tug your pants down just enough to free your throbbing cock from its confines. He smirked up at you as his eyes fixated on your aching member that was still cover by your underwear and he ran his hand right up against it and smiling to himself feeling how hard your cock was and a soft groan escaped you as he teased your cock. He grabbed your underwear needing to see your cock and he tugged them down and his widen with delight as your cock sprang right out. You bit down on your bottom lip, your hands gripping onto the arms of your seat as you watched Elvis take your cock into his hand and pressed his lips against your swollen wet tip, your precum getting his lips glossy as he gathered enough saliva in his mouth and spit onto your cock and using his hand to stroke it all in getting your cock nice and wet for him.

You groaned softly. "Fuck.. Elvis.. H-How do you know how to do this?" you asked a soft chuckle escaping between your groans. He grinned pressing a kiss to your cock. "I may have done this once before.." he mumbled as he continued to pump your cock in his hand as his tongue swirled around your tip giving it another kiss before he parted his lips and slide your cock slowly into his mouth and sucking just around your aching tip and your head tilted back as you let out a moan and now moving your hands to rest on his head, tugging at his hair a bit. "Shit.. Your mouth feels so good.." you groaned. The sounds of Elvis sucking around the head of your cock growing louder as his spit gather around his mouth and then he slowly took your further in his mouth a soft gag leaving his mouth around you, resting his hands on your thighs and you took the reins and decided to pump his head on your cock as you moaned loudly, the feeling of his mouth around you driving you wild. Elvis gagged around your cock as you hit the back of his throat and a soft moan escaped him, his saliva pooling from his mouth onto your cock and dripping onto the theater floor.

"Goddamn, Elvis.. Such a good little cocksucker you are.." you said with a wide grin and forcing him to take every inch of your cock until it completely disappeared and your balls slapped against his chin, he gagged and choked on your cock as he swallowed it down and making a mess on your cock and the floor with all his spit that poured out of him, your eyes rolling shut as you cried out another moan. His hands gripping tight onto your thighs as his beautiful blue eyes began to water with tears that slowly streamed down his face and you clutched onto his hair, yanking him off and pulling your cock out of his mouth, strings of saliva dripping down your cock as his face was a mess with it and he took a deep breath when you finally let him get some air, couching softly. "A-Again.." he whispered, he was enjoying this way more than he had the first few times he'd done it. You raised an eyebrow at him, laughing softly. "Come here.. I'll cum down your pretty throat.." you grinned.

He happily opened his mouth once again for you and you grabbed a hold of his head again and forced your cock right back down his throat, fucking his mouth slowly and hearing his cute gags and moans. "Oh fuck.." you grunted feeling yourself on the verge of climaxing thrusting your hips against his face, you balls slapping against his chin, your body went numb as you trembled above him and letting out the loudest moan as you drained your balls down his throat with your thick warm cum and forcing him to swallow it all before you yanked him off of you. He was trembling a bit himself as he gasped and tried to catch his breath as he swallowed the remaining of your cum that leaked on his tongue. "Good lord..." you mumbled, feeling so relived. Elvis smiled a soft laugh escaping him as he wiped his mouth on his sleeve and standing back up to sit in his seat again. You pulled your pants back up and leaned over to kiss him and you could feel him smiling against your lips as he kissed you back deeply, cupping your face in his hands. Then quickly pulling back from one another when one of the ushers walked in and two of you nervous as ever, thinking you had been caught, but still secretly holding onto each other's hands. Elvis knew if this was going to continue between the two of you, something he was hoping, that it would have to be somewhere more private so you wouldn't be caught.

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This was a good one. It was giving submissive Elvis. 🤭

[austinsgirl]

Rather Die | Chapter 9

word count: 2061

warnings: talks of sex, faking sex, language

cross posted on wattpad

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"Um, did you just say Ashton??" Eliana questions Victoria.

"Yes, yes I did." Vic responds.

"You went on a date with MY ex?! How could you?!"

"Eliana, for the last fucking time. We're not friends anymore. You took Austin right from underneath me. If I want to date Ashton, I can. You can deal with it if it really bothers you that much."

"God, you're such a bitch." Eliana scoffs.

"Takes one to know one."

"Hey, can you not treat my girl like that?" Austin asks Vic.

"Why? I'm just treating her the way she's treating me. She shouldn't even be on set."

Austin didn't say anything because he knew she was right.

Everyone headed off to set to take their places, Eliana stayed off to the side to watch.

"You know, why can't you girls just learn to get along for the sake of the movie so we don't have to be so miserable on set?" Austin asks Vic as they take places.

"Look, Austin. I would be perfectly fine with being civil but she's the one that's always starting shit, and I'm not letting her get away with it like I did when we were friends."

"Are you sure you're not the one starting things?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

"Because she's always telling me that it's you."

"Well, somehow you're rarely ever around when she starts it, so you're not there to actually see it. Oh, and by the way, I'd keep my eye on her. I saw her checking out one of the extras."

"She wouldn't. She loves me too much."

"She loves your dick & good looks. That's about it."

"How could you be so sure?"

"That's how it is with everyone she dates. Trust me. And I feel like I've told you this before."

"Ha, yeah. Okay."

"Don't come crying to me when you catch her cheating, saying "I told you so.""

"I won't, because she won't do that."

"Mhm."

"Alright, everyone places! We're rolling in 30 seconds!" Anna shouts.

Austin & Victoria deliver their scenes and get their takes.

"Great work guys. I'm sure as you both read in the script & in the schedule, tomorrow we're doing the sex scene. I hope you guys can really bring your A game tomorrow for it. Do what you have to do to bring that passion." Anna tells them before they go off for break.

"Wanna meet up and rehearse later?" Austin smirks, really giving a fuck boy look.

"I would never in a million years have sex with you." Victoria says in response as she walks off set.

"We'll see about that."

Victoria rolls her eyes & heads to Mila's trailer.

"Austin really thinks we'll end up fucking." she says to Mila, walking in.

"What? How?"

"Well we have to film that scene tomorrow & he's like 'Wanna rehearse later?' like ew no, I would never. And he's like 'We'll see about that.' being all cocky in shit like ew stop."

"He's so gross."

"Tell me about it." Vic rolls her eyes. "After lunch we have to film the club scene and I'm so not ready to make out with him & dance all sexy."

"I do not blame you. But I'm sure it'll be fun either way."

"Only because I have you to help me through it."

"Awww stop. I love you."

"Love you too. I really don't know what Id do without you."

After lunch, everyone got changed into their club scene outfits & got into the correct hair and makeup, then headed onto set.

"Alright, so we're gonna have the music playing, everyone just dance and groove along. Victoria & Austin, the main focus on you both. I don't care when, but just kiss at some point. Keep it steamy." Anna says before calling action.

The music starts playing, everyone's dancing. Victoria and Austin keep it as steamy as they can, spite their feuding relationship.

Vic has her arms wrapped around his neck, and Austin has his hands on her hip & ass. They rock back & forth to the beat of the music.

"Oh, this is nice- Wait no. Don't fall into his trap Victoria." Vic thought to herself. "He's just being super extra handsy right now to get me to 'rehearse'."

She turns around and Austin pulls her into him. Victoria grinds herself against him. He puts his lips on her neck. She tries to fight enjoying it, but she does, until she gets a flashback to that night where everything went down, which lead her to have a mini panic attack.

"Wait, wait, wait. I need a second. Excuse me." Victoria removes herself from set to go take a breather. Mila follows behind her to make sure she's okay.

"Hey, hey, hey. Are you okay? What happened?" Mila asks her as they go outside.

"I just got a flashback to that night where everything went down, and it just kinda sent me into a panic." Victoria explains to her.

"I'm sorry babe. Do you need anything?"

"Yeah, she needs to suck up whatever this is and get back in there. What the hell, Vic?" Austin says coming outside.

"Are you serious right now, Austin?" Victoria asks him. "I wouldn't have panicked if it wasn't for your whore ass."

"What do you mean?" he asks confused.

"This scene was like that night all over again. We danced just like that before you went & fucked things up."

"Again, I'm sorry that I did that. But this is our job, we can't let the past effect us."

"Well, I'm sorry that it effected me because you're a two timing man whore."

"You're so dramatic."

"Can you fucking not right now? And just fuck off? I'm not gonna be able to compose myself if you're just feeding into it."

"Fine. I'll fuck off."

"Good. Bye."

"Anna wants us back in no more than ten minutes." Austin says before heads back inside.

"God, he's such a dick. I don't know if I can handle another few weeks working with him." Vic says to Mila.

"Hey, you'll be okay. You've gotten this far. I know it's hard, but you got this. Don't let this asshole ruin your big break."

"I know, I know. He's just making it so hard. Especially having Eliana around."

"I know. But if he tries shit again, I will fight & lose my job. I don't care. No one messes with my best friend."

"Thanks, Mila. Again, I don't know what I'd do without you."

The girls went back inside & continued to film.

Austin & Victoria we're facing each other, dancing. They kept looking at each others lips, getting ready to go in for the kiss.

"God, those lips are so lucious. NO stop Vic. Don't think like that."

Austin goes in for the kiss, Victoria follows his lead.

"Wow, this is actually an enjoyable kiss because I can't taste Eliana on them. Fuck, he's such a good kisser. NO shut up brain. We are not doing this."

Anna calls cut & we were done for the day.

Austin clears his throat, "Good work, Williams."

"Yeah, uh, same to you Butler."

"Hey, we should probably practice for tomorrow." he says.

"Why? Can't we just wing it?"

"Well, I mean, we'll rehearse it before we film it with the intimacy coordinator but I mean, we should ourselves so we're more prepared."

"No, I know you & I know you'd actually try to bang and that's NOT happening."

"No, we wouldn't."

"Yes we would. If we're rehearsing, it's here on set witu the coordinator. That's it."

"Cmon, Vic. You don't want to be with me?"

"Id rather die than to ever be with you." Vic says, attempting to storm off.

Austin grabs her wrist and pulls her in, & kisses her.

She gets lost in him for a moment before she realizes what's going on.

"Oh my god, Austin. No." she shoves him off of her. "We're not fucking, we're not kissing, we're not doing shit unless it's for this film. You're with Eliana, right? Use her for your fucking & kissing needs, not me."

"Fine then. Our scene will just suck."

"If it sucks, it sucks. I really don't care."

Victoria walks off set & goes to her trailer to grab her things.

"Vic, you ready to go?" Mila pops her head in.

"Yep, let's go." she says, in a passive tone.

"What's wrong?"

"Austin kissed me. Trying to get me to have sex with him to "rehearse" again." she rolls her eyes.

"Ew."

"I know. I cant with him."

The next day on set...

Austin & Victoria meet up with Casey, the intimacy coordinator in a closed office space that's set up as a bedroom.

"Okay, the scene starts with Allison jumping into Jake's arms, kissing very passionately. Jake carries Allison into the bedroom. I was thinking from there, Jake will throw Allison onto the bed before hovering over her, continuing the makeout. Jake will remove Allison's dress leaving her in her underwear, then his shirt comes off, he pulls down his bottoms, her panties come off, and they go at it kind of rough, but passionate. All that sound good?" Casey asks Austin & Vic as she's done explaining the scene.

They both nod their head in agreement, although they don't want to.

"Perfect. I'll have you guys get into your nudity wear stuff. It makes it all look real, without any genitalia touching. Once you guys are ready, we'll go over it, then we'll go to set and shoot."

"Ready to have your mind blown?" Austin asks Victoria all cocky.

"Please, Austin. It's not like we're going to have actual intercourse."

"If you say so."

"God, he's so annoying." she thought to herself.

The actors went off to get prepped and into costume.

Once they we're ready, they went back into the room to go over it.

Victoria jumps into Austin's arms and starts making out with him. He throws her onto the bed as directed, and hovers over her kissing her.

He removes her dress and tosses it to the side, then removes his shirt & tosses it. He pulls his pants down and removes her panties, then "goes inside of her", mimicking the actions. They both make the faces and sounds of pleasure, does whatever feels right for the scene.

"Cut! That was perfect guys. It's a super short scene, but it was great. Let's head off to set and do the exact same thing."

They all go off to set, and do their thing, of course doing the dialogue that leads up to it.

After Anna calls cut, Austin lays down next to Vic. They're both out of breath like they were actually doing it. And they'd be lying to themselves if they weren't turned on by each other right now, which they're hating on themselves for.

"Good job, Butler." Vic says to Austin.

"You too, Williams."

They get up from the bed and put their robes on.

Victoria heads off to her trailer to get dressed and break for lunch.

On Austin's way back to his trailer, he sees something that Victoria tried warning him about, but just brushed to the side, not wanting to believe it. Now that he sees it, he believes it.

"Eliana??" he says, catching her making out with that extra, as they were trying to hide in a corner of a building but it wasn't working out very well.

"Oh my god, Austin! I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen." Eliana goes on.

"Save it. I should have listened to Victoria. She was right about you. And I should have never kissed you that night. I lost the girl who I had thought was the best I ever met, and now I'm losing the other girl who I thought was the best."

"Austin! Please! I love you."

"No you don't. You never really did, and I know that now. You only wanted me for my looks like Victoria said. It's over Eliana. You can get your stuff out of my trailer after break. Id rather not see you again."

"Fine. If you want to be over, then we'll be over. You weren't that good at sex anyways."

"Whatever, Eliana."

Austin walks away, regretting so many decisions he's made in the past few weeks.

Maybe he should have listened to Victoria. Maybe he shouldn't have gotten with Eliana in the first place.

Only time will tell what will happen next.

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[that-one-weeb-but-it-transformer]

How they hide there identities + dating headcannons pt2

at request of a lovely reader here's part two

Optimus

last time we left off he had told you about being a giant robot and you were angry but glad he told you rather you figure it out

so like...now what? You just live with that secret till the day you die?

like...yeah pretty much

You're good with one human form robot man from another world, you don't need five more

"You...don't want to go meet them?" "Are you asking me out of curiosity? Or are you asking me because they're like family to you? Truth be told I think you in my life is one robot enough Orion-well should I say Optimus Prime" "You're not gonna let that go?" "Sweetheart its been a week give me time."

but he kept pestering you- well not pestering- it was like very sweet pestering, like a child trying to warm up to a new friend almost.

But you kept to your word, its one of the reasons he loves you so much, keeping to your word. You thought about it

"Just...do they really want to even have a human around." "We have five around usually." "oh...well shit I guess why not then, could have led with that a few days ago."

The next day you were going to ask him when you should come over and "meet the family" but he just disappered.

Not a word or a call

"Remember alien human robot...probally saving humanity...is there robot chicks? Is that a thing? No. No he wouldnt cheat...but I'd guess I'd understand if he wants to be with his own- okay I need to cook to get things off my mind."

Four days later he comes back, exhausted, and theres dishes everywhere.

"What happened-" "Orion? Is that you!?" "Uh. Yes dear-"

You hugged him so quickly, "I thought you were hurt." "Long mission is all...whats with all this food-" "I panic cook...wanna help me give some to the neighbors?"

He gladly helped you give the dishes away and then fell onto the couch

"Surpise?"

You saved his favorite dish. "Might be a bit cold."

"It's going to unfortunately stay that way."

He lays down with his head in your lap as your brush fingers through his hair, he's so exhausted

"So I was thinking....about your family." "Mhm..." "i'd like to visit them when you guys arent so busy."

Smokescreen

so last time you stormed out of the base and took the two-hour-long walk back to town- wonderful

He wants to apologize so bad but they made him stay in for the rest of the night

but bright and early he's waiting outside your house waiting for you to come out for school.

oh you come out, but as he walks up to you another guy out of nowhere does

"Aw, man did you see the UFC Fight last night n/n! I lost 50 bucks on that fight!" "I told you not to bet on him didn't I?"

You completely ignore him, and he's devastated

Not to mention this guy has a sporty car as well.

The last thing you need is to deal with a well you didn't know exactly what species smokescreen could be labeled under at the moment

but smokescreen waited on your steps the whole day for you to come home

and then you come home just to have an argument with you

so you left him out there to think about it and it was really hard for him because you trusted him so much during your relationship

but then, out of nowhere, Optimus picks you up

which is fine, because god damn you need to talk to someone that understands this

did he basically become your father in one talk in a way? Maybe.

so there you guys are walking through a forest

"I wanted to come and apologize for my teammates doing." "Oh. No. no need really!" "I also wanted to make sure you are alright, to hurt a human in any way is never our intention."

You guys had a super serious talk, you told him it's not about what smokescreen is or was or whatever, just the fact that he lied to you through like everything and you figured out like a brick wall in your face.

You really do miss smokescreen through, and probably scream into your pillow each passing day

probably broke more phone screen protectors than you can remember from looking at his number than throwing your phone

"I hate feelings!"

until you just do it, what do you have to lose anyway? certainly not your virginity (okay i need to chill with the jokes-)

Bro, he's at your door in a heartbeat, like he's been sleeping at your door.

Jack helped him buy you flowers.

"These are for you!" "are....are those tulips?" "uh...yeah! I think so! It's a bit hard to memorize all earth's- that's not the point." "Smokescreen I'm allergic to tulips,"

he swears he just wants to cry, already ruined his first chance

but you guys take the whole night talking things out, situating everything, he tells you all about him, and you fill in anything he didn't know about you

"Any major major things that might shock me?" "Not to big...but" "You said but that's never a good sign" "Yeah those Decepticons that you know...we're at war still...yeah...because you like... know us...they could go after you."

BRO, okay your calm your calm

"So what do I do?" "there's nothing you really can do except...have me on call which uh...you've probably had enough of me by now, sorry about that..."

You explain to him it'll take a few days to get your head wrapped around it and he's like okay, he's upset you enough

and you're slowly starting to text him again which, yay.

So even though it's like really slow, you guys kinda are poking at each other again

And you gave him a house key so...yay

and then you guys kissed again so YAY even if it was after a long time, he's just so glad to hold and kiss you again

he's also glad you let him into your bed to sleep (like actual sleep), he loves holding you

Bee

Last time he had come to apologize to you covered in mud and your chores done for the day and you let him knowing that both of you were okay as you let him shower and washed his chlothes

You let him borrow your bigger chlothes for now and you both sat on your bed

"So...your still mad?" "Oh absolutely." "Fair enough"

So you ask him more and more questions about him and his people, his planet

He answers all truthfully- you think and hope atleast

He tells you about everyone in his team and where he stands. As well as everyone there going against, who's bad who's good

"You ever feel like teetering?"

He's pretty shocked by that question

"No" "okay cool. Don't think Im suppose to date the villian anyways. Though the villian complex is compleling-" "I'll be a villian if you want!"

You have to stop him from making to rash of statements

"If you want the villian I'll be the villian!" "Bee! Please! I love you just the way you are!"

Wait- Love?

"You...love me?"

Oop

"Pfft...I mean......" "You might you love me!" "....maybe..."

How can you not love him, how can anyone not love him tbh

Magnus

you don't know if you're exactly bullying him, but feel like you do by well, doing almost anything

this man has so much anxiety about the two of you now it makes you feel really bad

like you can feel him stare at you longingly while you're "Asleep" like he's scared to touch you even.

"Magnus, I'm not gonna leave you. and if you want me to go meet your family, then I'll go meet them-" "No! I- mean. No. that's not needed."

you sometimes wonder if it's anxiety or stress. He told you about his place within the Autobots so you understand that he's kinda scared to lose such a high place, and lose all honor.

"if you get kicked out you can come live with me?" "Not helping." "Sorry."

You're even considering ending it, its not a healthy relationship for either of you, you went from seeing him every day to him being so scared in a way, that you've seen him stand outside the house from the window from coming back that he just leaves again

Turns out you'd both not be alright after all

"I think we should...well...not do this anymore." "Y/n-" "Don't think because I don't care about you. I do love you." "I don't understand-" "You will one day." "I-" "Magnus please leave."

Ah yes another heart breaking story

Crack out the cheap wine.

Here comes knockout to kidnap you on the way from the drug store.

Your so heartbroken by your own decision that your pretty much drinking as you're being kidnap

"Ugh! You're a cybertroian or whatever the hell your called!" "Yes-" "god your pretty but theres only one car for me! Hic! Actually! He's a truck! Hic! Can you believe it? I fucked an alien from another planet. God did he fuck so good!"

And here comes the tears, "But his hugs were the best and I broke it off so why am I crying!" A pause for another heavy drink, "It's been what? Almost 24 hours now!? Im such a wuss!"

Knockout finds you somewhat relatable yet annoying.

Your definitely his favorite prisioner.

You were still drunk when they came to save you, it was within a few hours after all.

"Ah! Magnus! I missed you so much! Do you know! If you don't eat while drinking, its like. Horrible for your stomach! Glad I ate that lunchable last night. Mhmm...what a good oreo cookie" "okay y/n we gotta go." "You know what!? You're leader can go fuck themselves! If they dont let you be in love with who you want they suck!" "Y/n. Have respect for Optimus-" "is that his name!? Fuck you Optimus! I love my dork! Mhm! He seems nice! You know besides the- hey...when did you get a new paint job. Purples not really your color..."

This is extremely embarssing

Luckily you passed out on his hand before anyone got to you, and then was asleep in his seats

You think you're doing bad?! He was doing even worse, he was basically wired the whole time, taking every task into his own hands, and was more cranky than usual. Wheeljack and him arguing more than usual

But Magnus took you home and it seems he wasnt the only one who through himself into work to try and combat, history books everywhere, artifacts, and your open laptop, you were most likely writing a report when you went drinking by the sight of two empty bottles of wine on the table.

"Mhmm...is that you mags?" "It's me Y/n." "I missed you." "I missed you too."

He gave you a nice warm bath and changed you into Pjs. You might have been black out drunk but you still held onto him tight in your sleep

That moring you woke up to the smell of eggs, and painful headache.

Then comes in your boyfriend- ex? We dont know okay

Magnus handed you a full scottish breakfast

"Is this black pudding!?" "Yes."

Your in love all over again, well you never fell off but still.

"Mhm how'd you know how to make this?" "I found one of your books. Who ever wrote that has impeccable handwriting." "My dad wrote that book. Its all of my moms and mes favorites." "I hope i did a good job." "Better than I remembered..."

Akward eye contact and flustered faces

"Im sorry If I hurt you." "No...Optimus and I talked about it. It made sense. Thank you. For caring." "Yeah...but if I cared so much I would of explained rather than...uh...rather than just run like that."

Fuck it you only live once, your both making out like nothing happen.

"Mhm- hey watch the breakfast." "Is is that much better than me-"

Oh no. Dont bite into the black pudding, and he's gaging.

[nojey]

give me love

feral boys x gn!reader

genre: fluff pronouns: they / them word count: 1.5k words warning(s): none (if you think there are, lmk!) artwork by: @/raytoresia on twitter!

synopsis: very similar to their love languages, but rather than how they'd like to receive love it's how they give love

dreamwastaken / clay

how clay gives love: giving gifts

i think sometimes he doesn't word things in the way he truly means it so when he gives you gifts he feels like it kind of makes up for it?

he isn't too affectionate with his words unless he's like straight up flirting with you

so he'll give you gifts to balance it out

clay <3: come outside :]

looking at the text, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion

you had just seen him a couple hours ago before heading back to your own apartment

nonetheless you still went down to see what surprise he had for you

once you reached the doors of the lobby you saw clay standing there, hiding something behind his back

but you were distracted by how cold it was, regretting not bringing a jacket

your hands went to your arms trying to warm yourself up

clay saw this, put whatever he was hiding down, and took the hoodie he was wearing off to put on you

"you're going to get cold though," you said.

"you're going to get cold too," he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"well thank you," you said, "what're you doing here?"

he suddenly remembered the gifts he got you and turned around to grab them

turning around quickly, he smiled at you

"for you," he said, holding out roses and chocolate covered strawberries

your heart warmed, knowing that he thought of you

"what are these for?" you asked with a smile on your face, reaching out to hold them

"i just wanted to get you something," he smiled back

"thank you," you said and chuckled. "you coming inside?"

he looked at the time on his phone and shrugged

"why not"

georgenotfound / george

how george gives love: acts of service

we all know that george isn't the most affectionate person

so he does his best to give you love by doing things for you

sighing, you opened the door to your apartment that you shared with your boyfriend

when you left for work, you didn't have the time to clean the apartment up so you were dreading coming home to a messy apartment

but when you opened the door, your apartment was spotless

the surprised look on your face made your boyfriend chuckle and you looked towards him

"did you clean the whole apartment?" you asked him, putting away your shoes and bag

"yeah," he replied.

"thank you," you said with gratitude in your voice

you walked to the couch and sat down, happy you get to rest rather than clean

soon enough you were falling asleep

when you woke up, a pillow was behind your head, blanket across your body and you were now laying down rather than sitting up

you looked around and saw george in the kitchen cooking dinner

"babe?" you called out

"yeah?" he called back

you wrapped the blanket around you and waddled to the kitchen to rest your head on his shoulder as he cooked

"you're cooking dinner too?"

"yeah, i saw you fall asleep and i don't think we've had a home cooked meal in a while so i just thought i'd cook," he explained

you wrapped your arms around him and kissed his shoulder

you were beyond happy to be with someone like him

sapnap

how sapnap gives love: physical touch

i think while sapnap was visiting karl it kinda showed that sapnap is preeetty affectionate

when he gets excited he'll reach out toward you to share his excitement

when either he or you aren't feeling the best he'll pull you down on a couch or bed and just cuddle with you

"babe!" sapnap yelled to you from his bedroom

"yes?!" you yelled back

"come here!"

you got up from the couch in the living room and walked to his room

opening the door, you asked, "yes?"

"come sit with me, chat misses you," he said

"are you sure you don't miss me?" you chuckled

"what? me? never? i ain't no simp," he said, trying to act tough,

"mhm, okay" you said, walking to sit next to him

"facecam?" you asked.

"yup"

"what're you doing?" you asked

"playing bedwars," he said, joining a lobby

"team or no?"

"by myself," he said

you nodded and payed attention to how he was playing

it reached the point where sapnap and one other person was left

"you got it babe," you said, trying to encourage him

"mm, i know" he said, being very cocky, clearly he didn't need the encouragement

he then threw a fireball at the other person while crossing a bridge but the other person block clutched

sapnap groaned and ran over to where they were to kill them

he had already gotten their bed earlier to he just needed to kill them

they were both hitting each other and sapnap wasn't making a sound because of how focused he was

and once he got the "victory" screen he jumped in his chair and reached towards you, holding your arm and pulling you into a hug

"babe, i won!" he said, a smile occupying his face

"i know!" you said, a smile occupying your face with happiness for him

karl jacobs

how karl gives love: physical touch

this was quite obvious

karl is definitely an affectionate person

doesn't matter what either of you are doing

he'll love being in your presence and keeping at least a hand on you

it can be holding your hand, resting it on your thigh, keeping his pinky wrapped around yours, resting his head on your shoulder, anything

you and karl were at the mall, looking for something he needed for his stream

he was walking a bit ahead of you, though he didn't notice at first

he reached out to grab your hand but felt nothing

so he looked around and saw you were walking a bit behind him

he grabbed your pinky with his and continued walking

he finally reached the store he was looking for and walked faster, kinda dragging you along with him

you chuckled and walked a bit faster so you were next to him

"you were going a bit fast there, silly," you said.

"well, maybe you were going too slow, ever thought of that?" he challenged

you stopped walking, looked at him with an expressionless face, let go of his pinky, and walked in without him

"wait no!" he called after you

you were being petty and decided to give him the silent treatment

"babe, talk to me" he exaggerated out

you were just looking around the store till you found something you like and brought it to the cash register

karl followed you, getting what he wanted and putting it down in front of the cashier with your stuff

he rested his head on your shoulder and grabbed your pink with his

but you didn't wrap yours around his

he huffed out in frustration and payed for both of your things

you both walked out with his pinky wrapped tightly around yours

he seemed to have enough of your games and grabbed your shoulders and forced you to face him

"will you please just hold my pinky!" he said in distress

you laughed and held his pinky then brought him to the food court

quackity / alex

how alex gives love: remembering the little things

he may seem like the careless type but when it comes to someone he loves he definitely cares

he may not show it a lot but whenever you bring up something you like alex makes a mental note of it

you were finishing up an assignment you had that was due at midnight but you were starting to get hungry

you were thinking of calling your boyfriend to see if he wanted to get food but you didn't want to bother him'

so you sucked it up and continued with finishing your assignment

though, a knock on your front door distracted you from your work

you got up from your desk and looked through the peephole to see your boyfriend standing there with your favorite fast food

you opened the door and smiled at him

"how did you know?" you asked, letting him in

"i remember you telling me you had a big assignment to work on and i know you don't really feed yourself so,"

you laughed and hugged him, "thank you," "you remember my order?" you asked, looking through the food and seeing that he didn't mess up a single thing

got all the right sauces and remembered to not get any pickles on it

"yeah, i've remembered since the first time you ordered, nimrod" he said, insulting you so he didn't seem so sappy

"well thanks, doofus" you said, kissing his cheek

[layanasstories]

⚠️ Spoiler episode 10 ⚠️

Empty by Betrayal

Part 6

"Demands? Who is it?" still dizzy and rubbing my head with one hand I walk into the hall.  Am I surprised, no. Did I expected this, yup. Am I feeling happy, no idea. "It's okay, Phil. Thank you." I step past him and stop in the doorway. "Of all the places you could have gone to, you go to him?" disappointed, Jake stands in front of me. "Yeah, maybe not the best choice, in this situation. Like your own choice, isn't it?" I don't know why I'm still so rancorous. "So this is revenge? Pay back?" his disappointment only grows on his face, he is not angry, he is rather sad "Did you sleep with him?". "What?!" I'm startled "No! I understand it could look like that, but of course not! I would never do such a thing, Jake.". He gives a sigh of relief and a small smile "I'm glad about that.". There was a long silence. I hesitated for a moment as to what to do, but the decision was quickly made when I looked at him again. "I'll grab my bag and then I'll come with you okay."

I had quickly said goodbye to Phil and thanked him for accommodating me. Then I walk out with Jake to Marvin's car, he gets behind the wheel, while I sit in the passenger seat. I shield my eyes from the bright sky, my headache hasn't subsided yet. "Are you okay?" he asks as he looks my way. "No, not really. My head is exploding. Last night's brandy is giving me a rough time. I'm hungry and especially in need of a strong cup of coffee." I answer him and my stomach does the same with a loud rumble. "Mhm, let's settle that first, okay?" he returns his gaze to the road. After what seems like a fifteen minute drive, he takes the next exit and stops in front of a restaurant, more like a kind of bistro. "Coffee and breakfast. And it's always quiet here." Even if he gives me a small smile, he must feel just as uncomfortable as I do.

We sit at one of the tables waiting for the food to be brought. Uncomfortably we look outside, instead of at each other. Which makes it silent for too long. "Jake?" I start, even though I don't really intended to start the conversation "Have you ever stopped for a moment, and thought 'what are we doing'?". He looks at me with a confused look "What do you mean? You were hungry right?". I sigh and hang my head, rubbing my temples "That's not what I mean. I wonder if you understand why I'm so angry, why I left.". "I don't know, maybe. I get that you don't like being interrogated." we are interrupted by the waitress who puts our food down. And the cup of coffee I long for. Before I continue I take a sip, it almost feels like a relief. "I hoped you'd have figured it out by now. But you did not so. Let me explain." I am calmer than I expected, my anger has subsided. I take a bite of my food, I can immediately notice that my head likes that very much. "I'm so disappointed. Hurt actually." I notice my eyes fill with tears. I think of what we've been through, the images I've seen. The fear I have felt. I quickly wipe them away. When I look up I see Jake staring at me, puzzled. "I had hopes that we could be there and support each other. But instead of a shoulder to cry on, I'm put in a room and I am being interrogated. My loyalty is tested." I swallow and feel a tear slide down my cheek. "And it wasn't Alan who did this. I could have understood that. But you did this." now the tears are flowing and I can't stop them. "You said you love me. But what you're doing is the opposite. And it hurts. It hurts so damn much. How can you not see this...." I need to breathe, and calm down. "I have lost the same friend twice. I have seen my other friends being threatened and attacked." I take another deep breath of air. "And you, I've been worried so terribly. I've endured fears that I'd never see you again. I'm strong, I can endure a lot. But I also have a breaking point. And just when I’ve reached that point, you're not there. No, worse, you put me in a room to test me again. That feels like betrayal, Jake. You make me feel like I'm alone, as if all you have said were just empty words.".

[howlingday]

Cinder: (Clears her throat) I won't lie to you tonight, but this is the first time I've been on a date after sleeping with them.

Jaune: (Nervously chuckles) Yeah, well, the last time I went on a date, I, uh, definitely got fucked later.

Cinder: Sore spot?

Jaune: It's life. Good and bad. I'm just glad I'm with you tonight. See, I kind of had this place reserved for being my second date for... Well, a while.

Cinder: It seems fitting for someone with a more... unique palate. Three Lien signs on reviews?

Jaune: Four, actually, and I have a budget planned for the menu! I have enough money for two drinks, two entrees, and an appetizer, or a dessert!

Cinder: I wouldn't worry about your Lien. I'm from a rather prestigious upbringing.

Jaune: Really?

Cinder: (Laughs) No! When I last saw my mother, she was- (Clears her throat) I'd rather not discuss it.

Jaune: I'm... I'm sorry to hear that. That must have been so horrible.

Cinder: I wouldn't worry. It's like you said; it's life. Good and bad. Good being that, despite the bad, I got to meet you. Well, that, and also have the power to literally cook anything I want.

Waiter: Good evening. My name is Maxim Eff, and I will be your waiter tonight. Here is your drink menu, and allow me to start you off with some water. (Ogles Cinder) Sparkling or still?

Cinder: I'll have sparkling.

Jaune: Ooh, sparkling! I'll have the-

Waiter: Excellent choice! Please, have a look at the appetizers while I grab your water. Might I suggest the clams? They go down smooth~. (Walks away)

Jaune: Weird. But if you want clams, you can have mine.

Cinder: Ah, I knew you weren't a shellfish person.

Jaune: ...Was that a pun?

Cinder: I'm sorry, but it looked like you needed so kelp.

Jaune: (Laughing) Stop it!

Cinder: Fine, I'll stop.

Jaune: I'll be honest, I wasn't expecting you to have this kind of humor.

Cinder: Why? Because I'm a villain?

Jaune: Not really, but you are a total witch!

Cinder: (Cackles) Damn!

Jaune: I mean, so far you have been pretty magical.

Cinder: Mhm, well, how about tonight, you help stir my cauldron~?

Jaune: (Blushing) That is, uh, actually a good line.

Cinder: I thought about "adding you as an ingredient," but-

Jaune: Yeah, I get it.

Cinder: Yeah...

Waiter: Hey, there! Have you decided on your menu?

Jaune: Actually, I was thinking of doing dessert instead of an appetizer. I mean, some of this looks too good to pass up. Like this white chocolate mousse. (Looks at the menu, Rambles)

Waiter: You know, miss, we have a special tonight. Fried artichoke in a glazed honey sauce, (Pulls out a card) and my number.

Jaune: -Besides, isn't white chocolate just vanilla... Uh, is everything alright, Cin-

Cinder: One second. (Looks to the waiter) You. Are you serious?

Waiter: Dead serious. I get off at ten, and I can get you off at ten-thirty.

Jaune: What are-

Cinder: Okay, let's get a few things straight. (Stands up) One, you wouldn't make it to ten-oh-five. Two, you wouldn't live to see ten-oh-seven. And last, we still haven't been served our sparkling water. So I suggest if you value your job or life, (Summons a knife) then you take this knife, cut the bullshit, and get us our fucking drinking water!

Jaune: Holy-

Waiter: (Pushed away) Fuck! Fine! (Walks away) Don't have to be a monster bitch about it.

Jaune: Excuse you?! (Stands up) I'm going to give you to the count of five to apologize! One!

Waiter: Or what, twig?

Jaune: Two!

Waiter: You don't expect me to be intimidated by-

Jaune: (Smashes the table) Three!

Waiter: (Cowers) I'm sorry! Don't hurt me!

Jaune: (Walks up to him, Hands him Lien) Uh, here, for the table. (Walks out)

Cinder: (Walks past, Holds her extended middle finger to his face) And here's your twenty percent. (Ignites her finger) Asshole.

Waiter: ...That's a fire hazard.

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Jaune: I'm so sorry for that.

Cinder: (Laughs) Don't apologize for him. Or at all. You were amazing.

Jaune: R-Really? Even though I ruined our date?

Cinder: Date isn't over yet, Jaune. I'm sure there's another place open.

Jaune: I mean, there's a Schneeburger close by, but-

Cinder: Mmmm, fuck me, I would literally murder for a burger right now. Let's do it.

Jaune: Uh, well, I would, but I kinda spent all my money on the table.

Cinder: Don't worry. My treat.

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Jaune: (Eating his burger) Wait, can't you keep yourself alive with just magic?

Cinder: (Swallows her bite) I mean, yes, but would you really call it living if you couldn't eat burgers?

Jaune: No, Ms. Unicorn, I would not.

Cinder: ...How did you know about the Glass Unicorn?

Jaune: Oh, didn't I tell you about the time I punched Private Ironwood?

Cinder: You mean General Ironwood?

Jaune: Well, yeah, but- Okay, so I traveled back in time and I ran into this lady who only called herself "The Madame".

Cinder: (Rolls her eyes) Of course she did. Anyways, go on...

[seekingseven]

Last one: Twilight & Legend bonding! I'm thinking maybe they get stuck somewhere after a world-switch, and that means they actually have to talk to each other and work together. And not lamenting over lost loves - rather, learning how to work together despite their differences (e.g. Legend's use of magic and Twilight's avoidance/lack of)

they are my favourites and I'd love to see them together more!

Linked Universe Prompt Request #9!

What an awesome prompt to end off this little series with! It was really fun to work on this one; I hope you'll enjoy it too!

(You can also read the fic here on Ao3, or view the entire drabble series here!)

"You really think they left without us?"

Legend chewed idly on a fingernail as he stared at the ground, eyes fixated on a sprig of daisy blooming in a pavement crack. Beside him, Twilight crossed his arms and huffed.

"Not intentionally, I'm sure, but yeah. They're gone."

"How could they forget us?"

Legend's question was flat-toned, but his syllables pinched at the corners in his characteristically melodramatic way. Twilight rolled his eyes. Of all the people he could be stuck with in an unnamed Hyrule in an unnamed timeline, it had to be the veteran.

Oh well. Could have been worse.

"I guess they didn’t realize we were still here,” Twilight began, taking a seat on an upturned rock and flicking ants off his arms. “Still a surprise to know that those portals don’t wait or anything.”

Black steam curled off the pavement by Legend’s feet, the only memory of the gaping portal that had stood there just seconds ago. Legend carded his hands through his hair and gripped the back of his head.

“What are we supposed to do now? How can we get back to them? Are we permanently separated? Are you even listening? Twilight! Hey, are you just going to stand there? We need to find someone to give us directions!"

"Directions?" Twilight snorted. "We don't need directions."

"We do, too!"

A swing and a clatter of metal, and Twilight was back on his feet. His arms were crossed tight across his chest. 'We're heroes, we don't need directions."

"Yeah, if we want to get lost! Listen, let's at least buy a map."

"For what? Where are we even planning to go?"

Legend opened his mouth, then closed it again, lips pursed and pulled to the side. "Huh."

"Getting all huffy about nothing. I suggest that we just stay here."

"Stay here? We're in the middle of some goddess-forsaken road, who knows what'll come along and trample us!" With a dramatic sweep of his arm, Legend gestured to the crumbling brown pavement underfoot and the greying sky overhead.

Goddess-forsaken might have been a little bit of an understatement.

"Well, what else do you suggest we do? Walk off and let the others try and find us?"

"That's what they did to us, in case you weren't paying attention."

"Do you really think being petty is going to get us anywhere?"

"What, so you think being high and mighty is going to get us out of this?"

Blue locked with blue. Legend narrowed his eyes. Twilight snorted. The veteran's personality was like corn whisky--pungent and sharp, and pleasant in only small doses with a generous distance. The rancher's upper lip curled at the thought.

"Hey, don't look at me like that," Legend demanded. Twilight's eyes remained trained on the ground. Legend tried again. "Twilight? You listening?"

"I don't know, maybe."

"Listen, man. I'm, uh, sorry."

"...what?"

"Don't--just, uh. Sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. I'm a little stressed, obviously, but that isn't an excuse, and I apologize. I didn't mean to make it sound like it's your fault or something." Legend's eyes flickered to Twilight's, whose own had widened to take up half his face. He coughed into his fist before continuing. "I...uh...if you think it's best that we stop here, then we can. They'll come back. Probably."

Twilight was still staring. The muscles along his arm relaxed, and the bitterness from earlier faded to guilt.

"Oh," he began, "I didn't mean to make it sound that your idea was bad. I was just worried...I don't know where we could go from here."

Legend nodded. The move wasn't sympathetic, not yet, but at least his mind was doing the talking. "Yeah. Do you think we should stay?"

"Here? I think so. What do you think?"

Silence. Legend's eyes slimmed in thought. Mind goaded on by the quiet, Twilight slipped into his own brooding bubble. His eyebrows flickered upward as he alighted on a compromise.

"Legend?"

"Yeah?"

"How about we wait? Maybe an hour or so, and if they're still not back, we can move on?"

Legend nodded slowly, then beamed. "Yeah! Let's do that. Okay then, huh, could you scooch over? I want to sit too."

Cloth ruffled as Twilight slid to the side, then patted the grey rock beside him. Legend sat down with an awkward grunt. A hot breeze swirled up debris on the side of the road, and a squirrel hurried across the pavement. Far away, a goat brayed.

"We really are in the middle of nowhere," Twilight mused.

"It's not so bad, though. The sky is pretty."

Twilight glanced at the pinking, sunset-flecked clouds overhead. "Yeah. Huh. It's sort of a nice day, isn't it."

"Mhm. Hey, I've got a question."

"Shoot."

Legend idly knocked the sheaf of rings on his finger against his teeth. "Magic. You have some sort of problem with it. Am I right?"

If Legend's earlier apology hadn't soothed Twilight's prickliness into an ashamed buzz, there was no telling what his response might have been. Yet with the clouds puffing their way across the sky and the gentle hum of music, distant, Twilight's reservations faltered.

"It's just not my thing," he began. "I like doing things myself. With what I've already got. Augmenting things or changing them...that's not my deal." Upon noticing the incredulous look on Legend's face, Twilight's mouth pressed into a culpable smile. He scratched the back of his neck as he continued. "But maybe I'm just old fashioned, favoring my hands and whatnot. It's nothing against you."

It was only upon Twilight's last words that the tight look on Legend's face faded. The veteran really did take things too seriously and too personally, didn't he? Maybe that's why he panicked so easily.

"Well," Legend began, "I guess I can understand that. You should try it sometime, though. Magic."

Twilight raised an eyebrow. That familiar stubbornness, the complete lack of tact...sometimes he forgot that the others were quite literally iterations of himself. "Thanks, but I'm good."

"Really, Twi, I mean it. I mean, of course it takes some time getting used to, but I think you'll enjoy it. It's more down-to-earth than you think."

"You really think so?"

"I know so. And anyway, it takes you way too long to start a campfire with a twig and a flintstone."

Twilight huffed, then, upon seeing the frustratingly serious expression on Legend's face, leaned forward and flicked his nose.

Legend's eyes went wide. Twilight recoiled. Had he gone too far? It was just instinct--he had flicked the champion's nose more times than he could count, but never the veteran's...had he crossed some sort of line?

His internal monologue stuttered to a stop with Legend flicked his nose right back.

"Hey!" Twilight protested, shielding his nose and surprised smile behind his arm, "cut that out! Cut it--cut it out!"

"Not unless you promise to try on some of my spellcasting rings."

"I won't!"

Flick!

"I--hey! Stop that!"

"Say 'Legend, I promise to practice magic with you and I'm sure you'll be a good teacher' and then I'll stop."

"Are you crazy? No way!"

Flick!

Twilight tried to protest again, but his words muddled into an embarrassingly high-pitched giggle. He blinked quickly against the water building in his eyes and tried to hide his head between his knees.

Flick!

"Fine, fine!" Twilight exclaimed, hands in the air and nose pink. "I'll do it! I'll do the magic thing with you. Just--uh, you promise to go fishing with me. Or something. Don't--Legend, I swear to Hylia, if you do that again I'll kick you in the nuts."

Legend paused, pointed finger pressed behind his thumb in a menacing 'o,' and considered the peace offering (and auxiliary threat) presented. After a tense moment, he let his hand drop into his lap.

"Fine. Surrender accepted."

"Wh-surrender? I didn't surrender anything."

Legend smirked and laced his hands under his chin. "History is written by the victors, you know. Now, stand up."

"Why?"

"And take these," Legend added, dropping a few golden bands into Twilight's lap. A faint vibration, like music rumbling from the floor, oozed off the polished metal. "Put 'em on and stand up."

Twilight did as instructed and slipped on the rings. His mind caught up with his arms just as he began to stand up.

"Wait, hold on; are we starting this thing now?"

Legend raised an eyebrow and crossed one leg over the other. He bore a surprising resemblance to an irritated schoolteacher. "Of course we are."

"By Nayru's teeth, are you serious?"

Flick!

~~ Fine ~~

I hope you enjoyed! Thank you so so much to everyone who submitted prompts--I hope you enjoyed how they came out--and a big shoutout to everyone who read them! I hope some of them were able to make you smile :D

Until next time!

[Previous Request]

[bwingus]

Striker helps asher get home.

(This was an rp between me and @nightmares-and-preys . They also made the cover art. Check them out :3)

(Also, just a warning. Striker acts way different than he does in helluva boss. Hes nicer, and says things that contradict the cannon. Keep this in mind while reading this)

Just another day.. iiis what you'd think before the worst possible scenario happens to ya.

A teen was walking into their home as some of their siblings grabbed and dragged them off into their mini library.

"Guys, what the hell!?"

"Shush, You need to help us! We need you to read this spell for us" The sister said.

It made them confused but they nodded. "Alright..? What is it-"

"It's just a shrinking spell, We want to see if it actually works on this apple here."

"Uh- okay.." They stared at their siblings before starting the spell. It was going well until the brother knocked into them.

It made them mess up the words. "Eh!? D-damnit, Brot- w- WHATS GOING O-"

They had immediately vanished before their siblings eyes.

Next thing they knew, They felt a scorching hot pain.

The teen shakenly stood as they looked around. A horrific, desert like hellscape in front of them.

"What the hell..? Is- I-iiyy- Why is everything so big-" They winced before covering the bright red light from their eyes. "W-where am I!?- what's that loud noise-" They froze before looking back at the flaming horse that was approaching quickly. "O-oh hell!!" They jolted before fleeing from the horse's path. Catching a glimpse of it's horned rider.

"I-im in hell..!?"

Striker had been riding his horse, bombproof, when he smelt something extremely interesting. He smelt a human. "Now how in satan's name did a human get into hell?" He thought. He looked around, but didnt notice anything. That was until he saw something small, and human shaped run across the ground, and hide behind a can. So the human was small. Extremely small. He smelt the rank smell of magic aswell as the humans scent. They must have been teleported here, and accidentally shrunk themself in the process, or the other way around. He hoped off of bombproof, and then took a few careful steps towards the can. He didn't want to scare the human away. He was rather hungry, and this could be his next meal. Once he was about 2 feet away, the small human peeked out form behind the can. He could see the fear in their eyes. But somehting was different. This human looked young. Like, in their teens young. Now, if theres one rule striker had, it was that he didnt hurt kids, and he counted teens as kids. So right then and there he decided that he was gonna help this kid. He took one more step, and then decided to talk to her. "Hey, kid. Could you come out from behind that can? I want to help you, but I'll need you to come out form behind there." He said in the nicest way possible. "H-how do I know I can trust you?" She said, peeking out from behind the can. "Well, I'm the only person around for miles, and haven't tried to kill you yet. That's pretty trustworthy when it comes to hell." He told her, hoping that would convince her. "O-ok." She says as she walks out from behind the can. "Just stay there hun. I'll come over there and pick ya up." He said as he walked over, and gently picked her up. Once he had her at chest level he set her in his flat palm. "So, how did you even get here in the first place?" He asked her. "Well, my siblings wanted me to test a shrinking spell on an apple, and one of my brothers bumped me and made me mess up the spell. I guess it caused a shrinking and teleportation spell." She said sadly. "Oh I'm so sorry hun. I know a way to get ya home. Itll just take me a bit to get there. So, I need somewhere safe to transport you..." he said as he checked for anywhere he could hide her. If he hid her in a pocket, other demons would catch her scent. There is one other place he knew he could hide her, but he knew she would absolutely freak out if he put her into there. "Hey kid, do you trust me?" He asked hesitantly. "S-sure I guess. Why do you ask?" She asked, slightly frightened. "Becuase, I'm about to do something that will break your trust..." he says as he shoves her in his mouth. He wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. He licked her around with his snake like tounge. He could feel her struggling, and could hear her begging to be let out, which made him feel like shit. Once she was slippery enough, he flicked his head back, and swallowed all of her in one gulp. She continued to squirm and shout even while going down his throat. The squirming actually hurt his throat. He felt her pass his collarbone, and then plop into his stomach. He felt her bang in the walls, and then heard her scream. "Please let me out of here! I dont wanna be in a demons stomach all day! It stinks in here!". That was unexpected. He thought she was gonna be scared of being digested. But it seems she just doesnt wanna be in his stomach becuase it stinks, and she just doesnt wanna be in there. Interesting. "I'm sorry kid, but that's the safest place you can be. If I had you in a pocket, another demon would have smelt your scent, and taken you. I'd rather not have that happen." He said as he rubbed the bulge she made in his belly. "Also, whats your name kid?" He asked her. "You can call me ash. What's your name?" She said. "The names striker." He answered. He then felt an extremely odd feeling. He could feel her rubbing his belly from the inside. He blushed and then started to purr. "A-alright kid. I best be getting ya home." He said as he hopped back on bombproof, and made his journey to I.M.P.

Time skip to when striker gets to IMP

Striker stopped bombproof in the parking lot, and then stepped up to the front door of the building. "Well, this isn't gonna end well..." striker said nervously. "What's wrong striker?" She asked. "Well, the guy who can help get you home, well, me and him have some bad blood." He said with a sigh. "W-well, what did you do?" She asked, slightly scared. "Well, I tried to kill his boyfriend, and tried to kill his employees." He said nervously, as he hoped that wouldnt scare her. "O-oh. Alright. Well, why did you do that?" She asked. "Well, I was hired to kill his boyfriend, and his employees got in the way. I'm tryin to make amends though." He said as he walked into the building, and made his way up to blitz's office. He peeked inside, and saw blitz sleeping at his desk. He opened the door, and walked up to the desk. He didnt know how to use the magic book, so he would have to wake blitz up. He shook blitz's shoulder, trying to wake him up. It seems it worked, as blitz slowly opened his eyes, and said. "Oh hey striker... wait STRIKER!?! WHAT in the FUCK are you doing here!?" He yelled as he pointed a pistol right at strikers stomach. "I wouldnt do that if I were you blitz." Striker said with a menacing snarl. "I got a human kid in there, and I'm tryin to get them back to earth. And i need your help to do it." Blitz lowered his gun. "Wow striker, I didnt think you would stoop low enough to eat kids. But I'm guessing your asking me to use the grimoire to teleport the kid back?" He said as he went and grabbed the grimoire, and started flipping through the pages, looking for the spell. "Mhm. That's exactly why I came here. I would have used the book myself, but I dont know how to." He said as he scratched the back of his head. "Well, I'll be in the meeting room, getting the spell ready. You should probably spit her out." Blitz said as he walked towards the door. "Before you go blitz, you should get a growth spell ready too. Shes currently tiny." Striker said as he started to cough, trying to spit her up. "Sure thing." Blitz said as he walked out the room. Striker eventually spits her into his hand, and miraculously she was sleeping. He carrys her into the meeting room, where blitz is standing on the table holding the book, which was currently glowing. "I got those spells ready. Can you give her to me?" Striker hands blitz ash, and then sits in one of the chairs. "Also, just so you know striker, I'm only doing this for the girl. Once shes back home, I won't hesitate to kill you." Blitz said as he activated the growth spell. "I know that blitz. I'll be leaving once shes home anyway. Now, let me wake her up" he walked over and shook ash awake. "Mornin sleepyhead. Your bout to go home. Blitz, get the portal ready for her." Blitz opens the portal, and it leads to ash's house. "Welp. It's your time to leave kid." Blitz says. "Hold on now. I need to say goodbye." I hop on the table, and give ash a big bear hug. "I'll see ya later kid." Ash gets up, and then walks towards the portal. Before she walks through it, she waves to striker and blitz. "Bye you two!" And then she walks through, and then portal closes behind her. Striker walks towards the door, as he remembers what blitz said to him. "Welp. I guess I best be leaving." He whistles, and bombproof bursts through the window. He hops on bombproof, and then smashes through the door, rinding off back to the wrath ring. "Oh come the fuck on!!!! I just had all this fixed!!!" Blitz yells out.

The end.

[ethanharli]

Requested: On wattpad.

Pairing(s): Aizawa x Gender-Neutral Reader.

Warning(s): Angst/Comfort, Platonic relationship, Teacher/Student, Cursing, Triggering stuff, it ends in fluff I promise.

A/n- I'm sorry if this wasn't exactly what you asked for :(

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"Egotistical brat."

"Narcissistic little shit."

"You did a good kid, keep up the good work" Mister Aizawa's words caused a smile to grow on my face as I looked over my test scores. Knowing that even though they meant nothing to my parents, they at least made someone else proud of me, and that was enough to keep me determined to work harder. However the word's from earlier still echoed somewhere in the back of my mind like a pesky little fly you just can't get rid of. It caused my smile to slowly fade away as I leaned against my desk, watching everyone else leave for the day while I stayed behind, dreading the fact I'd have to return home to them. Home was never my safe space, not even my room made me feel secure in that god awful place.

Both my parent's were born quirkless, so when I was born they automatically assumed I'd be quirkless to, but it seemed that it merely skipped their generation and onto mine, so when they found out I had a quirk they despised me. They only seemed to hate me more when I told them I wanted to become a hero, and if it wasn't for my grand-parents recommending me I wouldn't even be in Yuuei right now. So home was filled with constant mental abuse, but at school I had my friends and Mister Aizawa, the one adult that made me feel like I wasn't a complete failure of a child. He's like the parent I always wished for, but could never have, not if my parents have anything to say about it..

Shrugging off my thoughts I took a deep breath and slung on my backpack, heading my way back home.

"There's always tomorrow."

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"Smug little bitch."

"You're nothing more than a spoiled rotten pest."

My feet dragged against the ground as I made my way to my seat, my eyes slowly drooping from the exhaustion that weighed down on me. My neck burning from the way my mothers hand gripped it the other night while my bandaged arms burned from how I practically scratched them raw. At least it was winter time, so I could easily hide the bruises and bandages under a turtle neck without anyone asking any questions. "[L/n], are you okay?" My body swayed a bit as I looked up at Mister Aizawa, giving him a faint smile with a slow nod. "I'm alright Sir, just didn't get much sleep last night" At least that wasn't to far from the truth. It was due to my parents constant bickering that I stayed up late, and it was my misfortune that got me caught by them when I came down the stairs for a drink.

"Then go rest in the nurses office, but you'll be catching up on whatever classes you miss after" He grumbled under his breath while my smile only seemed to grow as I picked up my things and slowly brought myself up to my feet, nearly toppling over if it wasn't for the fact that Mister Aizawa had caught me by the arms, helping me steady myself. "And [L/n], take care of yourself okay?" The concerned gleam in his tired eyes nearly caught me off guard, as my breath hitched, having to hold back the tears that threatened to spill from my eyes from the simple fact that my teacher cares more then my parents ever would.

"Yes sir!"

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"You're a fucking disgrace."

"You'll never be a hero! Not a good one at least."

My eye's stayed glued to the basic cream colored wall as the doctor looked over my scratched up arms in silent horror, and I couldn't help but wonder what kind of damage has been done as he set to work and tried his best to patch me up. It's been a few weeks since the day my parent's finally decided to get physical with their abuse, and they managed to beat me bloody and bruised, and ever since then I could never seem to get any rest nor could I actually have any peace while at home. So my stress and panic levels just kept rising until I decided that scratching at my arms made the best stress reliever, it got so bad that I even did it without thinking. However the ambulance was called for me while I was getting groceries, I had started bleeding through my bandages and jacket while I was there, and as much as I tried to stop them one of the shoppers still managed to call the hospital.

"What's the name of your parent or guardian? We need to let them know you're here" The doctor looked at me with a small smile as he wrapped up my arms, but the thought of my parent's nearly caused me to scratch at my arms again.

"You'll never amount to anything."

"Your mother and I didn't even want you."

My brows pinched together in silent thought, hearing their words repeat through my head like a broken record as I spoke, "A-Aizawa, Aizawa Shota." I felt bad mentioning him, I didn't want to bother my teacher so late at night, but I'd rather deal with his disappointment then watch my parents lie their way into getting me back home just so they could hurt me more. I couldn't do that, No.. I wouldn't be able to handle that, knowing that these doctors might believe them over my own words cause I'm just a 'child,' even if the evidence is clear. So when Aizawa walked into the hospital room with a slightly annoyed and tired look I couldn't help but break down.

"You're nothing but a bother to us and your teachers."

"I'm sorry.." The tears slowly slid down my cheeks as I wiped at my eyes, trying to stop the tears from flowing.

"You worthless piece of shit, do you really think anyone cares about you?"

"I'm so sorry.." But they just wouldn't stop as a choked sob slipped past my lips, feeling the bed dip a bit besides me.

"No one wants you, so just go fucking kill yourself."

Aizawa gently placed his hand on my back and let me rest my head on his shoulder, feeling even more tears cascade down my cheeks from the comforting gesture but I couldn't help but break more while in his embrace. "I won't pressure you, but at some point you're gonna have to tell me what happened" The familiarity of his gruff tone helped settle my nerves as I nodded my head and pulled away from his embrace, making sure to take a deep breath and keep my gaze fixated on the ground. "It's, it's home.. My parents they, they don't like me very much so they.. They take their anger and frustrations out on me.." After that I explained everything the best I could without trying to scratch my arms or bursting into tears again, and Aizawa just sat beside me and listened.

"How about.. I take you in?" His question caught me off guard and I couldn't help but stare at him with wide eyes. "N-No it's okay! You already have to put up with me at school.. I wouldn't want to bother you at home too" I couldn't help but twiddle with my fingers as I spoke, not wanting to be more of a nuisance then I already am to him, but he merely ruffled up my hair and stood from his seat beside me, "It's alright kid, I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't okay with it."

"A-Are you sure?"

"Mhm."

"Th-Then yes please!"

[old-hyper-super-clover]

Squeeze that bunny tail!

Part 5 (final part)

Description: The RAD student council as well as the exchange students help out at a bar where, oops, the staff´s dress codes are those sweet bunny outfits that we all know and thirst for. The MCs, Violet and Clover, play a game of who can touch the most bunny tails over the evening without getting caught. Prepare for fluff, funny innuendos as well as my thirst over hot boys in bunny outfits.

This is the finale of this way too long "one shot". Find the prior parts here!

Story continues under the cut. You´re almost finished!!

Continuing to work at the bar for a while, Violet found a surprising guest on the other side of the counter.

“Clover! What are you doing here?"

Clover sank down on one of the chairs.

"A double shot, please" Clover joked, but probably wouldn't say no to a little refresher either.

"Tired?" Violet laughed, handing her a glass of water instead.

"Mhm..." Clover rubbed her face. "I´m slowly running out of energy... Well, how are your squeeze-points doing?"

They exchanged their data. While Violet was doing pretty well with a total of 17 points, Clover had (still) only gathered five points so far.

"Meh... I knew I'd loose" Clover mumbled.

"It's still not too late" Violet tried cheering her up. There's still plenty of time to touch Solom-"

"DONT." Clover shot her giggling friend a glare. "Look, it's not even anything personal, I just... Feel very weird inside when I imagine me walking up to Solomon like this."

Violet's smirk widened.

"You mean like... The fluttery feeling of butterflies in your stomach? Clover, could it be...?! That you lov-"

"I will eliminate you if you end this sentence."

She couldn't hide a smile at the joke, but soon Clover had to realise that her persistence to not squeeze Solomon's tail would have drastic consequences.

"You know...” Violet thought out loud at some point. "We never thought of a price for the winner of our challenge, did we?"

"... Nope."

The ideas kept processing in Violet's head. Then it hit her.

"Or maybe... Rather than thinking of a price, let's do a penalty for the loser."

Clover's eyes wandered up to meet hers, her face curling into a "I don't like where this is going" expression.

"How abooouut... The loser..." Violet began.

"Don't."

"... Has toooo..."

"Please don't."

"...Touch..."

"Why do you hate me."

"... Solomon's tail?" Violet grinned proudly.

"... You really hate me, don't you?"

"Come on, Clover" Violet cheered. "There's still time for you to score some points~!"

Clover wanted to reply something when a weird round of girly giggles caught their attention.

Around the dining tables, a group of female succubi where currently being served by Beel.

But they didn't seem to be interested in the drinks in his hand, but much rather in the man holding them. Even from the bar, the human girls could hear their excited squeals as they kept batting their eyes at the demon.

Clover's head landed on the bar counter in a depressed sigh.

"Whatever... I don't really care about the game anyway..."

In an instant, Violet's whole tone had changed.

"Clover..." She mumbled, voice soft as the patted her friend's head.

"It's been like this the whole evening" Clover grumbled, eyes pointing to the group of succubi. "I can't blame them, but... When I hear them thirsting over Beel, I…"

"Just go up to him" Violet said. "You know Beel, it's not like he'd be interested in some random demons."

The frown on Clover's face deepened. "... And in no random human, either..."

"Stop saying that. You know he likes your company. Likes you."

Clover shook her head.

"Just... Leave me, okay. Thank you, but... I'm just a little angry at myself. I also had so many chances to squeeze his tail but... Yeah..."

Violet clearly remained bothered, but Clover was quick to change the topic.

"Did you get that Luci-butt already?"

"... No" Violet cried. "He dashed away to grab Mammon, and they vanished in the staff room."

"... That's why Mammon was tied to the ceiling fan!" Clover called out. "Explains a lot."

Violet gave a nod, however continuing with her trail of thought.

"It's been quite a while, though... He should have been around the casino area, but wasn't there... And now he's on break, but, again, I have no idea where he is."

"Go search for him" Clover said. "I'll back you up here. I need something to do anyway, so... Go get your man. There's still his tail in need to be squished, right?"

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They argued a little, but in the end, Violet accepted Clover's offer and excused herself into an early break. Violet was searching through the whole club. Asking some of the brothers, too, but none could give her a clue. She wasn't able to find him anywhere, so in her desperation, she went up to Simeon.

"Hey, Simeon? Have you seen Lucifer anywhere?"

The angel turned to greet her as well.

"Hello", he smiled. "Does he have a shift right now? If not, maybe he is using the restroom."

"Hm... I've been looking for him for a while now, though..."

Simeon mustered her for a moment.

"He might also be outside to catch some fresh air" he continued his trail of thought. "But I fear he might get a cold if he stays out for too long. Would you mind taking care of him?"

"Huh?" Violet's eyes widened in surprise.

"Lucy always had a bad habit of taking too little care of himself. So, could you check on him? I am sure he would be delighted to see you."

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When Violet pulled open the heavy doors of the bar's back entrance, a head turned towards her immediately.

"Lucifer...!" she called out, looking down on the demon sitting on the stairs.

"Violet... Did something happen?"

He was already in the movement of standing up, worry spreading in his face.

"No no, everything's fine!" Violet quickly assured him. "I just came looking for you."

He stopped mid-motion, but in the end sat down again.

"Why?"

Violet bit her lip. She decided to plonk down beside him.

"I'm also on break now. I thought we could spend it together and relax a little."

She felt his gaze on her, but as soon as she turned to face him, he was looking off into the distance.

"I am pleased to hear you decided to grand me your free time" he smiled. Then, he gave a sigh.

"However... I should probably head back in soon. Someone might need my help-"

"S-stay!"

Violet impulsively grabbed Lucifer's arm before he could escape.

They stared at each other. Until Lucifer let out a breathy laugh.

"Well, if you demand my presence that much... I fear I cannot turn down a request from you."

A little silence came over them. From the side glances Violet threw him, the demon looked kind of... Odd.

"Ah... Is there something you need from me, perhaps?" Lucifer asked. "Or why is it that you want me to stay so badly?"

And from how he looked at her, his perfect attire not shattered, but shreds of exhaustion glistening in his eyes, Violet knew that he wasn't okay.

"I'm good", she replied. "I simply... Wanted to check if you're doing good, too."

Surprise crossed Lucifer's face.

"Of course" he replied. "I am used to working until late."

However, Violet kept inspecting him.

"... Are you worried about me?" he asked. She did not really answer with more than a guilty glance off to the side. "Your worry is misplaced. I am nothing out of the usual."

Violet almost gave a grumbly noise. So he wasn't going to break through his perfect face so easily, huh?

"Okay", she said, tone almost as if she didn't really care. "You know, because I feel kind of exhausted."

Lucifer was hesitating. "... Explain."

"We've been running around for hours" Violet began to list. "The music inside is rather loud, especially near the dance hall. Mammon keeps causing trouble... Well, not only him. It's always tricky dealing with an angry Satan, too, or Beel when he's hungry, or with Asmo when he's... horny..."

The demon interrupted her by giving a huff. He had seen through her plan.

"... So you've come to pity me? Do I seem that weak to you?"

"What? No!" she exclaimed. "I would never think of you as weak!"

She made a little pause. A little nervous, she stretched out her hand to link her pinky finger with his.

"But I... Also don't think it's a sign of weakness to share your exhaustion with others... Let alone to be exhausted in the first place."

His crimson eyes met hers.

"... Why would I be exhausted?" he mumbled. "Dealing with this scumbag of a brother, keeping Beel from illegally eating food supplies without paying for them... Asmo groping strangers, Satan mocking me on purpose... Levi clinging to my side, whining that he wants to go home like some toddler... Oh, did you know Belphie locked himself in one of the toilet stalls to sleep? For two whole hours?" he was waiting for her to laugh, but had to endure her worried expression. "And then there's Lord Diavolo... Mixing his own sparks of crazy into this chaos..."

Mumbling the last part, he looked down on his clothing... Or rather the places where he normally would wear some.

Then his head perked up again.

"Why should I be exhausted?" he asked again. "All that is... Nothing out of the usual..."

Violet's lips curled into a sad smile.

Now she placed his whole hand into her palms.

"You work really hard, Lucifer."

He tried a cheeky smirk. "Words of flattery won't be enough to convince..."

But Lucifer's voice trailed off.

One could even debate that his mouth fell open just a slight bit, seeing the look Violet gave him.

So warm that it truly caught him off guard...

As if admitting his defeat, Lucifer went silent.

He enjoyed how her thumb gently brushed over his hand for a while as he was taking breaths of the fresh midnight air.

Violet was patiently waiting for him until eventually, he would speak up again.

"Aren't you cold?" Lucifer asked. "Your human body surely isn't used to the temperatures of Devildom nights..."

"Huh? No, I'm fine, don't worry about me."

"Oh, surely you are..." The teasing tone in his voice was back. "And I'm sure your outfit is only helping, isn't it~?"

He shot Violet some obvious glances, leading her to instinctively cover her body in a blush.

"Like you're one to talk...!" she mumbled.

"You got me there..." he chuckled. "I would lend you a jacket if I had one, but..."

Lucifer silently gestured at the arm sleeves, shrugging in a manner of "nothin doin".

He got a laugh out of her, and his relief immediately showed on his face.

"Your smiling face will have to keep me warm, then" he said.

Violet's smile turned into a blush immediately.

"Oh~?", he smirked. "A blush is fine as well, thank you~"

Struggling, Violet turned away slightly, trying not to embarrass herself even more.

Then, she felt arms being wrapped around her.

"However, I fear I have to take responsibility for keeping you warm as well..." he murmured close to her ear. "After all, it is my fault you have to sit here..."

The girl turned, and wrapping her arms around him as well, nuzzled her face into his warm skin.

"It's not your fault", she replied softly. "I chose to come and find you."

"... I still don't understand why."

"I told you" Violet smiled. "There's nothing wrong with taking a break from time to time. And if I, in any way, can help you with that, I'd love to do so."

She heard him breathe softly as he was searching for a response.

"... Thank you", he decided to say.

She squeezed him tightly. "You're welcome."

"...Stay like this for a little longer" Lucifer asked of her when it felt as if Violet was trying to pull away.

Of course, she agreed, and so they relaxed into each other’s embrace for a little longer.

Without meaning to, over time Violet's arms were sliding down his body a little, just enough to accidentally brush over something fluffy with her fingertip.

But, oh well, who would even mind gathering points for some silly game when there was something -- or rather, someone else to focus on...

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They only parted after Lucifer's phone pulled them back into reality.

Sighing, he announced the end of their break.

"I'm glad we are closing soon..." he mumbled and helped Violet stand up. "Although, cleaning the place will probably leave us with another hour of work until we finally get to head home..."

"It will be exhausting… But we'll power through it" Violet assured, squishing his hand in encouragement.

"Yes..." Lucifer nodded.

Then, he pulled her closer one last time, wrapping one arm around her waist while looking down into her eyes.

"However... I would much appreciate it if we could keep our break a secret."

"Uhm..." the girl blinked, confused. "Sure, but may I ask why?"

"No reason in particular... I would simply ask that as a personal favour."

Then, he leaned in closer. Resting his chin on her shoulder, his hand reached to her lower back.

And Violet gave a gasp as she felt how he provocatively played with her bunny tail.

"In return, I will keep your secrets safe, too."

He pulled back, responding to her dazzled expression with a sly smirk, before passing her to open the door.

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Being the gentleman he was, Lucifer held the door open, smiling at the lady as he gestured her to step inside.

"Thank y..." Violet was about to say,

Then both of them looked inside the kitchen.

Beel stood there, together with Clover, both giggling as they snacked on some sweets.

Violet wanted to smile at the sight… But the "shit, we got caught" expression on both of their faces, paired with Lucifer's tangible anger, made her frown instead.

"... Oops" Clover and Beel pressed out, simultaneously letting go of the meringues they had in their hands.

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To understand how that situation came to existence, we should go back in time to take a look at Clover's side of the story.

She was cleaning the tables when yet another giggle pulled her out of her thoughts.

The girl felt tired, and had started to count down the minutes left until she could finally go home.

She was really done with life. And those certain giggles made it only worse. She would admit that she wasn't good with things like jealousy.

She just couldn't deal with it.

Not in a way like Mammon, for example, was expressing his tsundere feelings.

No, her way of coping was more... Self hating (like Levi I guess),

And hearing for yet another time how some hot demon girls called a certain waiter over to them drove her insane.

"Do you want to try my cake, Beel~?"

Clover flinched.

She peeked up to see how a demon caressed Beel's arm as she waited for his answer to her question.

Clover couldn't see his face, but, judging from his tone, he was wearing his usual frown.

"... I'm not allowed to eat the food we serve..."

"Oh, don't be like that..." The demon responded, loading some cake onto her fork. "It's my cake now, so I decide who gets to eat it. And I really want yooouuuu..."

She stopped, then one of her friends giggled.

"Are you going to finish that sentence?"

"It's already finished", she purred, seductively winking at Beel before leading the fork up to his face.

Beel was hesitating, for two whole seconds, before chomping down on both, cake and fork.

"Oh... Not again..." He mumbled.

The girls gave a giggle.

"Beel, you're such a beast!" The main (bitch) demon hummed. "That's no good, though... I wanted to feed you another bite, but how, without fork...?"

"Guess you´ll have to do mouth to mouth feeding...", Another chick chuckled.

And as the demon girl stood up to do exactly that, Clover stomped away impulsively.

In her fury, she didn't notice how someone was calling for her. She targeted the table in the most opposite corner possible as someone pulled her arm.

Belphie was staring at her, holding her by her wrist.

"... You're pathetic" he said.

"Thank you, tell me something I don't know yet." Clover pulled her arm out of his grip. "And, what, you've got nothing better to do then watch me be pathetic?"

Belphie blinked in surprise. “I would usually agree that it´s pretty funny to watch you get angry, but I´ve seen you be like this all night. What´s getting you this agitated?”

A deep frown spread on her face, but Clover didn´t answer. So Belphie looked back to Beel.

“Is it because of the succubi? Because of Beel?”

“… Please, leave me alone…”

She didn’t see his worried expression as Belphie was trying to figure the answer to his question.

“… Are you really this insecure?” He finally decided to ask.

As her only response was a short side glare with wet eyes, Belphie understood she wouldn´t talk about it.

“Really… Both of you can be such a pain to deal with…” Belphie breathed before leaving Clover alone.

And Clover felt even worse now.

Not only being so horrible inside, but Belphie tried to help her and she rejected it.

She fought tears as she furiously wiped the already clean table.

Pathetic. Yes, she was so pathetic. Honestly, Beel was probably in better company with those succubi than with an idiotic, childish human like her-

Clover got lifted off of the ground.

Squealing, she noticed too late how arms had wrapped around her thighs, leading her to now flail in the air in panic.

"Wh-what?!" Clover panicked.

"It's time for a break" She felt the culprit cheering into her back.

"... Beel?"

Beelzebub began to head through the local, the girl still in his arms.

"Let's go to the kitchen" he said. "Belphie just told you need a break, and I need your help with something..."

Clover gave some more confused noises, but it was impossible to move in the demon's grip anyway.

"O-okay, but... You don't have to carry me, I'm probably heavy..."

She felt him chuckle. "Heavy? I can carry you with one arm. Look!"

He stretched out his right arm to demonstrate. Beel led them into the kitchen.

The local wasn't serving any food at this late hour, so they appeared to be alone here.

"U-uhm... Beel, are you going to put me down somewhen soon, or...?"

"Yeah, soon..." he mumbled, then walked up to one of the shelves hanging on the wall. "Do you perhaps see anything on top of the shelf?"

Clover tilted her head.

"Yeah, there's a box of... What's that...? Meringues?"

Absolutely delicious meringues!"

Clover gave a little chuckle at the excitement in his voice, but her expression did a full turn when she saw the note attached to the box:

'BEEL. DO NOT EAT.'

"Could you get them for me?" Beel smiled innocently.

The girl hesitated, so Beel asked again. "Please, I can't reach them alone. The shelf is up too high."

"Well... I'm guessing someone hid them there on purpose..."

"Please, Clover... I'm so hungry..."

But as he realised she wasn't going to hand him the box that easily, he let her down to rest on the counter they had been standing in front of.

"Beel, I know you're hungry, but..." she began, however halted as she noticed how terribly tired he looked.“... Are you okay?"

The demon gave a little sigh. "No... I'm exhausted... Not like after training, but just... drained." He leaned against the counter next to her. "What about you? Aren't you tired? Have the customers been nice to you?"

"Huh? Yeah, they have."

"Good" he nodded. "We were afraid that some of the guests might harass you or Violet, but I guess Lucifer's official warning was enough to scare them off..."

Clover fiddled with her fingers.

"There was no need to worry, though. I don't think anyone would have approached us… or me, at least" she said, laughing awkwardly. "I don't have a fair share of people crushing on me like you, hahaha..."

Beel looked at her. "Good. You don't need any demons trying to seduce you. I wouldn't want you to go through a hassle like this..."

"... You don't like the attention?"

He shrugged. "Not really... But I have to be nice to them, so I tend to just ignore what they say. I won't say no to free food or extra money, but... I don't really see why they behave like this."

Clover chuckled, feeling relief at his words.

"Diavolo already said it... Good-looking staff makes more profit."

Beel blinked at her, processing her words. "... Thank you."

"Nothing to thank me for" Clover smiled shyly.

He went silent.

"No... No, there is", Beel then suddenly said, pushing himself off the counter to stand in front of her again. "I've been hit on the whole evening, but... somehow, it feels nice if you're the one to compliment me... You always make me feel nice inside. And for that, I should thank you."

He blessed her with a smile that, obviously, was directly followed by the girls' heart exploding in the love she felt for this man.

However, he still gave off odd vibes.

"...Beel?" Clover called out, seeing how he was deeply contemplating something.

"I was thinking of thanking you with some... Meringues" his smile widened.

"... Beel."

"They're supposed to be delicious! I could feed them to you... If I manage to contain myself. But I'd try really hard, because it´s for you.”

"Beel..." Clover sighed, watching as his puppy grin spread on his face more and more.

"Wouldn't that be nice to feed each other a nice treat...?" he changed into begging puppy eyes.

They stared at each other.

"Beel."

"Clover?"

"We both know you have wings, or could have simply climbed onto the counter if you wanted to get those sweets."

"... But I wanted to share them with you...?"

"We also both know how Lucifer tends to cast spells on the things that you are absolutely not allowed to eat. But those tend to apply to demons only most of the time."

Beelzebub went silent.

"What was that earlier?” Clover continued. “About you not wanting me to be lured by demons? And now, I find myself sweet-talked like this?"

His face had ultimately changed into sulking puppy mode.

"... But I... I'm... I really mean what I said…"

Clover crossed her arms.

"You're a sly demon, mister" she scolded. "And to think you'd take advantage of me like this...!" She fake cried in disbelief.

"I'm sorry..." he pouted.

Silence came over them, in which Clover fully knew that he was thinking of both, how to make it up to her AND how to achieve his goal anyway.

His idea surprised her, though.

"... Want to touch my bunny tail?"

"... Huh?"

"I've seen you and Violet do this to the others" Beel said. "I don't why, but you seemed to have fun, so..." He turned around to expose his tail. "AND I'll treat you with some of the meringues, of course", he added as he noticed Clover was seriously considering his offer.

Clover was grunting something. "Lucifer will kill us", she said.

"He doesn't have to find out."

"... You're evil..."

"Well, I AM a demon, after all" Beel laughed.

And as he teasingly wiggled his tail at her, Clover gave in to the temptation...

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"Beel... Clover... Would you care to explain what I have to look at right now...?"

Lucifer crossed his arms as he spoke.

Yeah, they were SO screwed.

"... Uhm..." Beel started to mumble while Clover felt her stomach turn in guilt.

"Beel" Lucifer called out again. "Could those be the meringues that I have personally bought and reserved for me to enjoy after work?"

"... There was no name written on it" the avatar of Gluttony said.

Lucifer pierced him with an angry stare. Then he turned towards Clover.

"And you" his tone had the girl shiver visibly. "Demons were unable to touch that box. Hence, I assume it was you who got them? AND ate them, as well?"

"I forced her to do it" Beel immediately chimed in.

"Huh?” Clover blinked in surprise. "Beel, no... I got them! And asked Beel to try them with me. It's my f-fault" she lied.

Now Beel was the one to look confused, and the two kind of drowned in a spiral of trying to protect the other one. But the ruckus only fueled Lucifer's displease.

Already stressed out, he felt like he was about to explode.

If not for Violet who kept him steady.

"Lucifer" she mumbled in a mellow voice, stroking over his arm in a calming gesture. "Don't stress yourself. They will buy you a new package."

Lucifer shot her about the same angered glare as he had done with the others, but softened as he mustered her comforting smile.

With a sigh, Lucifer stepped closer to Beel and Clover.

"... You are lucky to have Violet standing up for you..." he mumbled. "As compensation, I order three boxes of those meringues. Oh, and when we close the bar, do not expect to leave until everything is as tidy as can be."

"Y-yes, sir...!"

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Slowly (very slowly I know) but steadily, the evening came to an end...

A lot has happened, way too much to fit into this... One shot... Story... * glances at the total approximate reading time of one hour*

...Well. Let's not talk about that...

A little after 4 AM, every last customer had left the bar/ had been carried out of the dancing hall (like, a few of the most drunk ones literally had to be yeeted out of the local.)

Now everything that was left was cleaning up the local.

Lucifer took it upon himself to punish all of his brothers - and Clover - for annoying him at some point during this event. So those appeared to have an extra load of work, while he pulled Violet aside with him for some more leisure cleaning.

Around five in the morning, it seemed like the bunny crew was finally finished.

"Alright..." Barbatos mumbled, stepping out of the last hall he needed to check. "It seems we are done. All that is left is to take out the trash as we go."

"... How are we supposed to take out the trash? Mammon is still tied to the ceiling" Belphie mumbled casually.

"WHO DID YOU JUST CALL TRASH?!" Some Mammon screamed from the staff's room.

Clover mustered them in amusement, when Violet walked up to her.

"Ooooh, Clooveerrrr...." the girl hummed in a rather... Scary tone.

"... I don't like the look on your face" Clover stated in growing fear.

"You know... We still need to see who's won the challenge" Violet grinned.

Clover crossed her arms. "... Do we really need to compare?"

"Yes."

"Uggghhh..." Clover frowned. She pulled out her phone:

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Clover: Lord Diavolo? May we ask how many points you have?

Diavolo: I managed to gather 12 points, fair and square. How many do you two have?

Violet: I have 20 points in total... Although I'm not 100% sure if Lucifer noticed me earlier...

Clover: ...

* Clover has left the chatroom *

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"Violet, I don't want to do this."

Clover's friend mustered her with a smirk.

"Well..." Violet hummed. "I'm not forcing you, but... You did loose, after all..."

"Violeeet..."

"And look" she pointed at the hall in front of the dressing rooms. "He's standing there, alone, for some reason... It's fate, Clover."

Clover gave the ugliest growl.

But in the end she walked up to Solomon.

She didn't even know how to approach this. Should she try to make it sneaky, or just awkwardly ask?

Legs wobbly, Clover came to a stop behind the sorcerer, reaching out her hand in the same moment that he turned around to face her.

"Oh, hello", Solomon cheered. "Can I help you?"

She flinched backwards.

"Uuhhhh..."

Solomon gave her a confused look, but didn't get to say anything.

Coincidentally, Levi happened to walk up to them as well, wanting something from Solomon.

The human turned around as the two talked.

And finally…

Solomon's bunny tail got touched.

...

Clover escaped immediately. Avoiding any kind of interaction, at all costs.

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The last thing to do before everyone could return home was getting dressed normally again.

And everyone felt so tired that they really just wanted to hit the hay, when...

A panicked scream rang out of the stall Clover was changing in.

"... Clover?" Violet called out, already dressed normally again.

The girl gave continuous panicked noises, pressed out random “What is happening-?!”´s.

Then, all of a sudden, silence came over them.

“Cl… Clover…?” Visibly concerned, Violet was standing in front of the stall´s door, unsure what to do. As she didn´t get an answer, she was trying to open the door, but it was locked.

She had to hurry to get someone to help, and as her face screamed “we have trouble”, most of her friends came to look what was going on.

Barbatos had to help open the stalls door, and when Violet carefully pushed it open…

They saw a small, brown bunny sitting on the floor.

Its green eyes were staring up into the countless pairs of puzzled eyes as they tried to understand the situation.

Violet was the first one to move again. She slowly lowered herself, reaching out to the animal.

“Is that you… Clover?”

“HUH?!”

Half of the people there stared at the girl in disbelief.

“You´re telling me THIS is CLOVER??” Mammon asked with big eyes. Violet had picked the bunny up and stepped out of the stall to get a better look at Clover.

“What happened to her?” Beel asked, worry spread over his face.

Bunny Clover seemed to understand their words. Or at least, she suddenly turned her fluffy head, staring directly at Solomon.

And, well, the sorcerer stared back, an amused smile on his face.

"Ah... So Clover DID touch my tail, after all!"

"... What."

The whole group was now demanding answers.

Solomon chuckled, placing his gaze on Violet now. "I was waiting until one of you would finally approach me and touch my tail... But oddly, none of you seemed to have interest in touching it... I thought I had made myself an easy target, but I must have made it too obvious..."

Violet´s mouth fell open a tad bit.

"... So you really knew of our challenge?" She dared to ask.

But Solomon would only continue to laugh.

"I honestly thought my efforts would go to waste..." He mustered the bunny in her arms. "Don't worry though, the spell will wear off eventually."

"Eventually??" Levi repeated.

"Yes, in a few days or so."

"WHAT?!"

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The whole way back to the house of Lamentation, Violet had to deal with this grumpy, pissed, simply angwy bunny in her arms. Clover couldn´t speak, but the little facial expression she could give said it all.

“Hey, Cloverrr…” Violet attempted to cheer her up. “Don´t look at me like that… It was fun, wasn´t it?”

Bunny Clover snuffled grumpily.

Yeah, yeah, she thought. It´s all fun and games until it´s about Solomon.

Meanwhile, Bunny Clover had to endure how the brothers kept poking her fluffy fur or took pictures of her.

If she could, Clover would have given a big sigh.

THIS is exactly why I don't trust Solomon... Never did, never will...

[doyelikehaggis]

Rowing the Rarepair Rowboat: Liv Parker x Georgie Dowling (The Vampire Diaries)

"This class is a joke," Liv says bitterly, glaring at the textbook laid open in front of her.

Occult studies. Ten percent occult and ninety percent studies at this point. Honestly, they're too scared that someone's going to catch on that half of the class and the entire college is filled up with actual witches, not to mention vampires and werewolves, that they don't bother teaching anything interesting. 

"Yeah, well, I told you that you wouldn't like it," Luke says without looking up from his own work. He's laying back on Liv's bed, steadily and easily making his way through his own assignments. 

Liv directs her glare to him and wryly says, "Thank you, that was so helpful."

"It's what you get for refusing to let me take the LSATS because it meant I'd move away from you." He looks up at her now, flashing a sarcastic smile. "If I have to take boring college courses, like history and English lit, then you have to suck up the butchering of our entire existence. We're in this together, remember?"

Using her own words against her is a dick move. Still, there isn't exactly room for her to argue; she did talk him out of the LSATS in order for them to be able to attend this college. But in her defence, they were on a search for the dopplegangers at that point and she was pretty sure they weren't at Harvard. 

Saying nothing rather than admit he's right, she turns back to her textbook. Then she slams it closed, to which Luke just chuckles at, evidently finding amusement in her frustration. A shock zips beneath her fingertips, she groans, and the textbook flies across the room -- just as the door opens. The girl freezes in the doorway with wide eyes. 

"Whoa! Uh... sorry," she says uncertainly. Her eyes dart from Liv's sheepish expression to Luke. "I was just... coming to see if you were still up for that coffee we were talking about earlier?"

Luke breathes out a sigh of relief and immediately puts his books down, and swings himself off of the bed. "God yes. Free me, Georgie, I'm begging you, or else I will literally go insane."

Georgie laughs. She points at Liv, her eyebrows raising. "Hey, uh... you're Liv, right? God, you two really are twins, huh?"

Liv gives a thin smile. "As far as I'm aware. But I clearly got all of the good looks and about seventy percent of the intelligence."

Georgie's gaze lingers, giving her a subtle once-over as her smile stretches into a faint smirk. She nods.

"Yeah, I can see the looks part. Good is an understatement, though."

"I am right here," Luke says, throwing his hands out. 

They both roll their eyes. Georgie turns back to him.

"Shut up, you know you're adorable," she tells him, to which he rolls his eyes back at her but smiles. "But as a flaming bisexual who leans more towards girls, your sister is winning this competition of attractiveness." She looks back over at Liv and shrugs, grinning at her. "Sorry to be blunt on our first meeting. I'm sure you have a really nice personality as well."

Luke scoffs. "She does not. Trust me."

He ignores the rather impolite hand gesture Liv aims at him. Grabbing his coat from the chair, he motions his head to the door.

"You coming?" he asks Georgie. 

"Mhm." She pauses to ask Liv, "Do you wanna come with? We're probably just gonna go to that little cafe across from campus."

When Liv hesitates, glancing at the textbook now on the floor on the other side of the room, Georgie gestures at it. 

"Oh, I can, you know, help you make up for any lost time studying," she says. "What classes are you taking? I don't see you in history."

"Occult studies."

Georgie's face lights up like a kid on Christmas day. "Are you kidding? There's a class for that? Oh, I am so switching my major, what the hell?" She swats Luke's arm. "Why didn't you tell me that was an option?"

"Because I didn't want you two meeting for this exact reason," Luke responds, joking. At least partially. "Now, can we please go?"

Georgie gives him another eye roll, and starts to speak. Liv beats her to it, talking directly to her with bright smile, "You know what? I would love to come with you. Some caffeine could really help me focus."

"Doubtful," Luke mutters with a displeased look, but he doesn't complain any further about her tagging along. Just throws her hoodie at her and motions for her to be quick about getting ready. "I'll be downstairs. Georgie?" 

She's still staring at Liz, a curious look on her face to match that twitching smile on her lips. Okay, Liv thinks, merely raising her eyebrows back at her. This could be interesting. Whitmore has been fairly boring ever since they stopped the travellers, prevented Kai from destroying their coven, drove some crazy-ass heretics out of town, and took down a supernatural hunter with a shaman curse to kill all vampires. Her life could use a little more mystery every so often, and it's been long enough since the last one. 

"Georgie," Luke repeats, exasperation slipping into his voice.

"Yep." She backs away now, biting her lip, then turns to leave. She pats Luke's shoulder on the passing, and in what is probably meant to be an attempt at a whisper, says, "Tell me she's single."

Luke closes his eyes and groans. Liv tries to supress a snicker but fails, even as the base of her neck heats up, a gentle flush creeping up to her cheeks. She just presses her lips together in a pleased smile, but raises her eyebrows in a facade of nonchalance. 

"Get out," Luke says, shaking his head. "Just... go, before I start looking for a spell to make the earth swallow me."

Georgie throws her one last glance before walking out of the room. Luke sighs, then wheels right around to point a finger at Liv. 

"I do not want another Tyler situation, all right?" he warns. "He was actually my friend until you started dating him, so, if you have any feelings for Georgie at all, please, for the love of god... just don't do anything dumb, okay?"

Liv rolls her eyes. "I won't! I don't even know the girl."

"Mhm." Luke just gives a certain kind of stare that she knows very well -- the same one she's given him on multiple occassions as well. They're used to trying to steer each other clear of friends that could become potential hook-ups. "Just dial down the flirting."

"That's my natural personality," Liv quips, shrugging. 

Luke's expression is mildly pained. He just waves her off, evidently not able to deal with any of this right now, and follows after Georgie. Liv quickly pulls on her hoodie and follows, scraping her hair out of the back of the hoodie and into the scrunchie tied around her wrist as she hurries after them. She can just take Georgie up on her offer to help her with her assignment later. 

[lovemecharlie]

When Erik Met King Jade

Have you ever wondered what it's like to be in a romantic relationship where both parties alternate between "driving the boat" so to speak? It requires a lot of communication. You need to be willing to listen and follow as well as assert yourself and lead. You have to care about your partner's needs and be aware of your own.

N'Jadaka and I like to believe that we have found the balance because we make an effort to learn about each other continuously, but the thing about balance is that it requires great effort to maintain. Our relationship always wants to tip one way or another, and we're not perfect enough to stop it when it does. The thing that rights us is when we check the issue instead of each other.

At the beginning of the relationship though.. I won't lie. We had issues. We power struggled in a way that was not fun for us. I'm sure you wanna hear that too and I might as well tell you since I've shared so much as it is.

Let's go back to before the baby.. before the marriage.. when N'Jadaka and I were somewhat new and I still lived on the east coast.

◇

Erik strolls close beside me through the Maryland art exhibit, hands in his plaid pants pockets while I hang onto his bicep, arm linked in his. I've pulled out my 22 inch wavy unit for this occasion.

It's our mid-week date but we've specifically come to this rather liberal museum to support a college friend of mine who has a section of the gallery dedicated to her sculpted works. Signing her guest book I put in a bid for sculpture titled Womb in Motion.

"It's the low-hanging fruit," he says. "She didn't work too hard for that message, don't you think it's generic?"

"Because movement suggests life and the womb is life.. I love it," I explain to Erik. He's not completely sold. I'm glad Alice, the artist is not there to hear his honest opinions.

"It's a good fertility representation," I shrug, silently agreeing. He's not wrong. "I have another colleague who does Lamaze."

"I guess.." He moves us smoothly to the next piece, a sculpture called Rapture where it looks like a man is having an insane orgasm by the expression chiseled into his face.

"Well..." I bite the inside of my lip and look slyly to Erik. "That's a familiar face if I've ever seen it." When he sighs, my cheeks lift.

"Charlie this is the ugliest statue I've seen in my life and I don't look a damn thing like that... I don't," he adds when my brows go up.

Smiling with closed lips I glance to my right and that's when I see it.. a blatant symbol of a conversation I've been purposely avoiding. Immediately my reaction is to stand in a way that blocks Erik's view.

Draping my arms around his neck, I tilt my head to capture his gaze. "Let's go look at some paintings, I want to get at this Llama picture I saw briefly before someone beats me to it." ...But it doesn't work. Logically we both know it only makes sense to see what's in each exhibit as we walk and appreciate each individual work. It's what we do.

I know he sees it when his eyes stare past me and he pauses leaving me to roll my eyes. He puts his arm on my waist to guide me to it, unaware that I've already seent it through the corner of my eye..

"This one's interesting," he allows. Of course this would be the one he somewhat approves of. He's into this one, I can tell because he tries to view it from other angles and he's really looking at it. I try to talk about it as far as technique and material, but the subject matter is too obvious to ignore.

"Perfect Submission," he reads. It shows a woman kneeling and holding onto a man's leg and the man projects heavy alpha energy. It's a loud piece, skillfully created.. but loud.

"Baby... How would you feel having me as your dom,” he asks innocently. "You ever have one?"

There it is, the question I've been trying so hard to avoid.

"Have one?... No." I let him put two and two together. Suddenly, he's staring at me and I can feel it. When I look up, he looks confused and I don't like this intensely focused silence. "...What?"

"So, you've been one?" Sculpture forgotten, I'm now the focus of this conversation.

"No, I wouldn't say that..," I squint, "But I am used to.. calling the shots if you will. That's just how it's always been." I can see in his confused stare that it's a foreign concept to him. He can't picture it. "...Is that it?"

"Are you interested in experiencing sex differently? Seeing what it's like to give away control?"

I tilt my head, "Are you?"

"Honestly?" Wild brows high, he smiles humorlessly and I already know his answer, but I still wait for him to say it. "...No."

"Same.. I'm not cut out for taking orders. I don't like being told what to do."

"Neither do my wives, but in the bedroom it's different.. They feel good knowing they always have a firm hand and a strong dick."

"Pftt," I nearly spit, but cover my snickering. "Boy bye. I'm not your wife." That comment he made was enough to make my sides hurt.

"I'm for real. There's something I haven't told you yet," he says gauging my expression and I try to compose myself. "...I am a dominant." His eyes are serious. After a beat, I know I have to be serious too. I take a deep sigh.

"I could've guessed that," I admit. He didn't have to tell me and I was hoping that he wouldn't.

"My wives are all my submissives. We are into kink. We do fuck in the open. We do have group sex. We also do things that normal people do in relationships because we love our family."

"It's the weirdest family I've ever heard of..," I mumble, thrown by the explosion of TMI.

"We believe in full disclosure."

“Well, I'm not a submissive so it would get awkward really fast if you tried to dom me.”

"Is that facts?"

When I smile so to say 'yes indeed it's facts' he smiles as if he's thinking 'wtf' and his brows shoot up again like I'm some foreign object he can't figure out. He looks like I've just told him I have six husbands and want him to be the seventh... and he's just staring.

“Is something wrong?”

"Eh..," he mutters and it's like he wants to say something but changes his mind. "Charlie." Grabbing my hand to briefly kiss my fingers, he moves in closer and holds my hand in close to him. “Close your eyes and picture this.. You and me making love in Cancun.. music playing.. I lay you down and tease your body until you need the real thing and then I give it all to you.. I hold you down and have you take all of me.. and all you have to do is say yes. I'll buy you white lingerie from Agent Provocateur.. lace teddies and heels.. and I'll let you model them for me, while I touch you with my eyes.. Then I'll tie you up and kiss you all over your body from head to toe till you beg me to fuck you some more.. Now open your eyes. You don't want that?”

“Not really. One, that's boring and I'd rather explore and party if I'm in Cancun. Two, I can buy my own lingerie and I don't like white. Three, I'm not about to beg you for anything.. You can beg me," I tease. "Honestly, I'd probably end up tying you up and doing what I wish with you.. edging you. Imagine you in all your glory, naked in an apron cooking me breakfast because I turned you out and tore that cherry out,” I grin loving the image.

"Hell nah," he blurts moving onto a different sculpture where the sculpted couple is entwined around a third party. Any excitement he had deteriorated when I mentioned my lil fantasy.

"Um.. you good?" I follow closely, noting the shift. He says he's good, but I know I burst his little bubble.. this is exactly why I avoided the topic. "Look," I grab onto his arm linking mine again "I understand that this is different for you. Being in a serious relationship is different for me. I'm not used to this.. this is new."

"I know that. I respect you for being real with me, I just didn't see this coming. I have to adjust.."

"I tell you what. I have a suggestion and you just tell me if you're with it.. Okay?" Following him to the next exhibit, we stand side by side before an abstract painting that looks like the night.

"Mhm?"

"Well," I sigh, "What if we tried taking turns, that way both of us could orchestrate our fantasies and bring'em to life. I think we should try a situation where I dom you and then we'll switch it and.. you'll dom me?"

"Reverse it, I want you first," he blurts. It's not a big deal. Shrugging, I agree and we take time to finish looking through the exhibits before heading out  to my car. After grabbing milkshakes, I take him to his hotel and drop him at the front before heading home.

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Little did I know this would be the start of our complicated journey, but I'll tell you more.. after I put this baby down for her nap. By the way, I have more to tell you about that too.

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 91 Xs2) "Father's Day; On The Road"

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"Dude... Can I say something?" Sam asks Luna.

The two of them are in the back of The Bus getting stoned and hanging out. Sam's sprawled out, hitting a joint while Luna sketches.

"Always?" Luna stops to give her a strange look.

Sam hits the joint again before passing it to Luna. Stoned mind trying to frame her words.

"It's really weird to see you with a kid..." Sam trails off. "But then you told her to Eat Her Fucking Cheeseburger and I was like Oop! There's Loons!!" Sam erupts into laughter.

Luna throws herself on the bed next to Sam with a groan. Puffing on the joint before she passes it.

"Uggghhh... I knooow.... I can't believe I said that." Luna says as she buries her face into her hands.

"I can!!" Sam continues to laugh at her. "You weren't mean... You were just... a bitch!" Sam's words cracking herself up.

"Shut up..." Luna laughs.

Taking the joint before hitting Sam with a pillow. Placing it behind her head, Luna continues smoking the joint. Thinking about what Sam said.

"It is weird, hunh?" She asks as she exhales.

"What? The kid? Enh... It is but it's not bad. It's... Different?" Sam tries not to freak Luna out as she takes the joint. "Honestly? You're doing better than I thought you would when you told me he had a kid." Sam admits.

Luna looks over at her with worried eyes. "Really?" She asks.

"Yeah, Bud...." Sam gives her a nod, swinging around to sit up. "You nervous about Tuesday?" She asks, changing the subject.

"More about talking than performing!!" Luna laughs as she fires up a fresh joint.

"Yeah... When's Patti gonna stop doing that shit to you?" Sam asks.

"Honestly? Never." Luna chokes on her hit, passing it to a laughing and agreeing Sam.

Luna watches her friend for a moment. Debating on whether to ask her next question or not. Or at least how.

"I gotta tell you something." Sam beats her to the chase. "I been kinda kicken' it with Baze...."

"I fucking knew IT!!!" Luna flies up excitedly. "Since when? The night we tripped, hunh? Is he a good kisser? Have you slept together yet?" Luna has a million questions.

Laughing, Sam hands her the joint to her quiet down. Luna eyeballing her with a smirk as she pulls on it.

"What?" Sam grins, turning red.

"Tell me!!!" Luna laughs, beaming at her friend.

"GAAAWD, I HATE YOU!!" Sam groans with a chuckle.

"Whatever. Hate me but tell me." Luna won't let up as they continue to share to joint.

"Fiiine... Yeah, but we didn't hook up. We just kinda held hands at the park and slept next to each that night..." Sam's cheeks look like two red apples. "And we haven't done it, so you can shut up on that." She continues as she rolls her eyes.

"Is he a good kisser?" Luna pries with a wide smile.

Sam closes her eyes and sighs.

"Dude.... He has the softest lips and that beard. MHM!" She shakes her head as she opens her eyes. Face gleaming in a way Luna's never saw before.

"Aww!!! Pal!!" Luna lunges for Sam giving her a hug.

"Shut up.... It's nothing." Sam protests in laughter as she pushes Luna away.

"Okay... It's nothing." Luna smiles, putting her hands up after passing Sam the joint.

Sam giving her a hard SideEye with a soft smile. Luna knowing her friend all too well to press any further. Not wanting to freak her friend out either.

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The show at Revention Music Center is lit. The Boys on fire. Acoustics and Tech on point. No one missing a beat.

Although the setlist stays primarily the same, each performance is different. From the way Colson talks to the audience to how he presents himself and the songs, to the different shit he finds to climb on to and jump off of. Tonight being no different.

Luna watching SideStage with Casie, Sam and Ashleigh before and after she'd joined Colson OnStage. Making the crowd go wild for them.

It's not till the end of the show do the lights go down as Colson signals Casie out towards him. Grinning, she prances OnStage.

"How many of you are with your dad's, are a dad or just love your dad's here tonight for Father's Day?" He asks as he adjusts Casie's mic. "I'm really lucky because I have my Peanut with me tonight." He says as the crowd roars. "And we got a little something for you."

Ducking down, he asks Casie's nod if she's ready. Smiling, Colson begins to strum his acoustic.

🎼Today is gonna be the day

That they're gonna throw it

Back to you

By now you should've somehow

Realized what you've got to do🎶

Casie joins in with him as The Band kicks in lightly.

🎶I don't believe that anybody

Feels the way I do

About you now🎶

They sing the Oasis song together. The crowd singing in unison with them loudly. It really is a sight. Taking Luna's breath away. Finishing up, she grabs a shot of Colson hugging his daughter OnStage.

"I love you, Peanut." He whispers before letting her run OffStage.

Watching her go, a tear twinkles in his eye. Turning back to the audience he shouts a Thank You, Houston and GOODNIGHT!!! before barreling off to find Luna.

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Tossing Luna on the couch the second they hit the dressing room, they're soon fucking missionary style on the couch. Going at it. Mouths and kisses sloppy on each other's mouths and necks as they pass a joint back and forth. Blowing each other's hits into the other's open lungs. Colson thrusting deep inside of her as she grips his ass and claws his back.

"Fuck, you feel good..." Luna breathes out as she glides her hips along with his rhythm.

"That's right, you take this fucking dick like the dirty girl you are." Colson demands deep in her ear.

Making her pussy tighten as she bucks hard. Taking his dick and cumming all over it. Her orgasm making him see his own fireworks. The joint far gone.

Both breathing hard, Colson lays his face next to Luna. Kissing her temple.

"I fucking love you." He says softly.

Turning, she nuzzles his lips with a Love You. They lay together, feeling each other's hearts and breathing sync up. Finally Colson pushes himself off of Luna.

"Uhhh... Kitten, I think we have a problem.." Colson says cautiously.

Looking down, Luna sees his bloody dick. Looking back up at Colson, she smirks.

"Awesome Bunny, you literally fucked me on to my period." She deadpans.

"I can do that?" He asks in disbielf.

"Noooo... You fucking weirdo." Luna laughs, pushing him off of her.

Lighting another joint, she coaxes him up.

"Come on, let's clean ourselves off... We gotta feed Case, I know she's starving..." Luna directs Colson as she starts the small shower in the dressing room.

"Who the fuck are you???" She finds her mind questioning itself again.

"I gotta Super Cock." Colson states as he slaps Luna's ass before climbing in the shower.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" She asks, laughing as she gets in behind him.

Not bothering to protest when he promptly bends her over. Making them both cum again with his Super Cock.

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Colson's Eleven skip the BackStage party. Choosing to head into Craft, a restaurant inside their hotel.

Crowded around the table, they all laugh, drink and eat. Complimenting Casie on her performance tonight to her blushing Thank Yous.

Luna stealing glances at Sam and Baze. They're across from each other at the end of the table. Their conversation belonging only to them.

After finishing up and hanging for a bit, Colson and Luna leave the others. Taking Casie upstairs to bed. It's almost 1A.

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"You didn't show him, did you Looney!??" Casie shouts from the bathroom after her shower.

"No, Dill..." Luna reassures her from the outside of the door.

"Show me what?" Colson asks, blue eyes lighting up.

"I'm not telling you. She'll kill me!" Luna laughs as she flops on the bed sideways to kiss him.

Luna hits the pen a couple times. Trying to avoid Casie. Handing out back to Colson.

"I'm sorry I had to work today..." He starts to apologize.

"You're off tomorrow though, right?" Luna cuts him off with her words and more kisses.

"Mhmmm..." He agrees, pulling her on top of him.

Not wanting to have another sex talk, Luna rolls off of him. Afraid Casie will walk out of the bathroom with more questions. Fingers laced together, they pass the pen a couple more times as they talk about the different things to do in Hermon Park. Tucking it away before deciding they'll start their day early, leaving Luna to catch a late flight to NY.

"I don't want you to go...." Colson starts to complain.

"Believe me.... I'd definitely rather be in Idaho with you than in NY on Ellen." Luna complains back.

"I'M READY!!!" Casie declares, swinging the bathroom door open. "PRESENT TIME!!" She continues to shout.

Grabbing the wrapped box and gift bag, she comfortably plunks down in between Colson and Luna. Causing them both to sit up as Casie hands over his gifts.

First the bag. Colson loving and laughing at the shirt and socks. Saving the best for last, Colson freaks out over PoopBall. Bouncing up and down on the bed, cheesing.

"This is Fucking awesome, Peanut!!!" Colson hugs and kisses her with a child like joy. "I can't wait till I have to poop!!" He exclaims to her and Luna's laughter. Father's Day Love & Gratitude happily being exchanged.

Calming down, they choose the new Lion King to watch. The three of them lounging randomly across the California King. Colson is laying straight with Luna across the bed, head on his stomach. Her pinky lightly tucked in the waistband of his sweats as one of his hands plays in her hair. The other cupping her ass. Casie on her belly, facing the TV towards the bottom. Propped up on pillows, legs thrown comfortably over Luna's waist.

It's a completely different scene from just four nights ago. Almost amazingly so.

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