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rafeandonlyrafe · 10 months ago

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friction

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warnings: 18+ only, smut, semi public sex, server!reader, p in v sex, unprotected sex, workplace romance

“alright.” you clap your hands together. “where is my trainee?”

“hey.” your eyes widen as you take rafe in, his arms crossed over his wide chest, biceps bulging against the sleeves of the uniform polo.

“wh-what?” you take a staggering step back.

“won't be here long.” rafe says quickly. “just… got in trouble with my dad.” his voice turns softer, but not for your sake, simply for his pride as he looks around.

“and so you had to get a job here of all places?” you question.

“most fitting for punishment. he said if i last two months then he knows i can commit to something.”

“so you're going to be working here… for two months. great.” you try to add some cheer to your voice, but it certainly fails. it was hard enough when rafe would come in to dine at the country club, having to serve alongside him will certainly be hell.

not that he does anything to intentionally upset you, his very presence gets you frustrated. from the second he walked in and you saw him for the first time, your face got hot and flushed and you had to hide in the walk in freezer to cool yourself down.

“so, where do we start?” rafe asks.

you snap out of whatever thoughts you were having. “your section.” you state, the unofficial leader of the servers, having worked at the country club for by far the longest of all the staff, even outranking your current manager in seniority.

“rafe, you're at a month and a half, you're so close.” josh says, eyes glancing between the two of you from the other side of the managers desk. “and y/n, you know better than to argue in front of customers.”

josh stands, hands on his hips. “sasha and i are going to take over your sections while you two… work out whatever is going on. just talk it out then get back on the floor.”

he walks out without another word, leaving you in the office alone with rafe.

“you made me look so fucking stupid in front of my regulars.” you grumble. you asked for something very simple. for rafe to bring your table sparkling waters, and he took them tap instead.

“i didn't know.” rafe huffs back, not turning to fully look at you. “sorry, but you still got your fucking tip.”

“just pay attention next time. i know you don't give a shit about this job but some of us need this paycheck to fucking live.”

“alright, i said fucking sorry.”

“alright.”

you both sit in silence, the time stretching out between the two of you.

“you're still mad.” rafe states.

“im just… frustrated.” you sigh, wishing you could pinpoint why your stomach always tightens when you're around rafe, why no matter how many shifts you work with him he puts you on edge, makes you act different.

“sounds like you could use some-” rafe cuts himself off.

you snap your head towards him. “some what?”

“i was gonna say some dick.” rafe turns his eyes back forward, even though there's nothing to look at but an empty wall.

“some dick couldn't satisfy me, you guys never make me cum.” you say it to upset rafe, hopefully dig into some insecurity he holds, but rafe just smirks.

“i could make you cum. and then we'd both be less frustrated.”

“both?” you question.

“yeah ‘cause you'd get your o and id finally get to fuck you.”

“i guess the only thing stopping us is locking the office door.”

you both move rapidly, hands meeting at the same time your lips do as you turn the lock and hear the satisfying click of confirmation. rafe instantly presses you against the door, his mouth devouring yours as his body presses in close.

all rational thoughts go out the window. if you were in your right mind, if rafe didn't drive you so crazy, you would never do something so brazen.

rafe reaches down, one hand delving under your assigned polo shirt while the other grips your ass.

you moan against his lips as his hand covers your bra, fingers quickly pushing the material out of the way to get at your nipple, his palm rubbing against you so perfectly you have no doubt in your mind of how skilled rafe is.

“fuck.” you gasp when his hand gripping your bum moves, somehow managing to get your belt off as he pulls it away, undoing your slacks to reach into your underwear.

he finds your clit and taps at it, teasingly, but with just enough constant stimulation to keep you from crying out as you kiss him, pulling back only to look at his face, the way his eyes have dropped and darkened with pleasure, his mouth pink and wet from your kisses.

“don't stop.” his voice is grisly as he begs, and you lean in and continue to kiss, tongue pushing into rafes mouth and taking dominance, but it's all for naught as his finger on your clit so effortlessly controls your entire body, reading your reactions and what you like most as he rubs and touches.

“need you shirtless.” you tell rafe, tugging at his collar. “take it off.”

rafe doesn't want to pull away, it doesn't seem worth it, but instead of continuing to kiss him, you pull his collar more until he has no choice but to unmold himself from your body and take a step back to toss off his shirt, watching as you do the same, revealing one cup of your bra pushed down to reveal your pert nipple.

rafe moves quick to press his lips against your breast, hands working to undo your bra before he's back inside your pants, circling around your entrance and spreading your wetness up to your clit before continuing to rub, hearing your soft moans and whimpers as he switches to your other breast.

“need your cock.” you beg, but rafe isn't ready yet. he knows it will be the ultimate end to your mutual suffering that was just used to hide your bodies attraction, sexual frustration boiling over.

as much as rafe likes sucking your nipple into his mouth and feeling how warm and soft your skin is, he's desperate to move back to your mouth and swallow more of your moans, not so they don't get heard by your coworkers, but so they can become his and his alone.

“on the desk.” rafe pulls away, and a devious smile comes to your lips, knowing you're about to get what you want.

you push your pants and underwear down your hips in one go as you sit on the desk, glad josh keeps everything clear and clean as you spread your legs, rafes eyes dropping to your pussy.

you chuckle as his tongue darts out to lick his lips, but he doesn't have time for a taste as his hands begin to work on his own clothing until rafe is just as naked as you.

he pauses for a moment, standing a foot away from the desk, his cock standing up, calling out for your pussy. he gives you a look, and you know it's a question. a question you would have raged at fifteen minutes ago but you now know is what you've needed this whole time.

“yes.” you tell rafe. simple. one word. one syllable for rafe to surge forward, his arms around your body as he captures you in another kiss and pushes his cock forward against your entrance, burying himself in one smooth motion.

your head tips back, but rafe follows, hips snapping forward and instantly picking up pace, feeling how wet and warm you are, so good that he can't help his loose tongue.

“feels so good.” rafe grumbles. “can't believe we took so fucking long to do this.”

“maybe if you weren't such a-” you gasp at a particularly hard thrust, your sassy comeback stopping halfway through and quickly leaving your mind all together.

“mhm, that's what i thought.” rafe chuckles, but he's barely handling himself better than you, forcing himself to stay somewhat quiet when really he wants to shout your name for everyone to hear, to know he's claiming you.

“t-touch me again.” you tell rafe, and he knows what you mean, yet he's not ready yet, not ready for this to end, so instead one of his hands moves to your breast while he continues to thrust.

you let out a little growl, tempted to reach down yourself and rub your own clit if rafe is taking so damn long to do it, but both your hands are certainly needed to stabilize yourself against the desk.

“perfect pussy.” rafe says, stating it like it's a fact. it almost makes you laugh, but there's not a hit of humor in his voice, his eyes completely glazed over at this point.

he finally reaches down to your clit, beginning his motions from earlier this time with his thumb, remembering exactly what you like and what gets the biggest moan out of you.

you pussy clenches around rafe and he can tell you won't last long, his own speed increasing as his thumb runs so vigorously he's worried only for a second that he's being too rough before remembering who he's with.

“f-fuck!” you squeal. “rafe!”

your back arches as you cum, entire body shaking as your arms collapse underneath you, falling back against the desk as rafe continues to fuck you through your orgasm.

the feeling of your pussy constricting around him sends him over the edge, filling you up with a grunt and a mumble of your name.

“shit.” you gasp, sitting up as you regain some control of your body. “josh is going to be pissed.”

“hey, he told us to work out our frustrations.”

“happy six months.” you poke rafes side, making him flinch and then frown at you as he drops a fork in a clatter back onto the table.

“can't believe i could have gotten away with just two.” rafe sighs dramatically.

“hm, part of me thinks that you purposely got in trouble again so you had to stay working here.”

“now why would i do that?” rafe smirks, very obviously checking you out, looking past your gleaming name tag declaring your newly promoted position as manager to the cleavage peeking from underneath your top.

“meet me in my office when you're done rolling silverware.” you take a look around the country club restaurant, it's certainly not busy and your other staff can handle it as the night is coming to a close anyways.

“am i getting written up?” rafe questions, smile still on his face.

“no… but if you're quick you will get ridden.”

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kabr0ztrousers · 4 months ago

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Your werewolf hubby's knot won't seem to go down no matter what you do, so now it's up to the monster doctor to walk you through different ideas in his office... Perhaps he breaks a few rules and joins in halfway through. Don't worry, he's a doctor and he knows what's best. ;)

Kabr0z Writes Episode 48: Medical Attention

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

I also decided to revisit Professor Blaidd from the Debt trilogy

CWs: Medical malpractice (kinda); double penetration; knotting; creampie; dubcon, but not from the person you're expecting;

A/N: This one may wind up more comedy than pornography... We'll see how it shakes out, I guess!

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Try it, they said. You'll have fun, they said. Well, you tried it, and you just wished when you bought that packet of little blue pills you'd read the label more carefully. Maybe then you'd have spotted where it said "not intended for lupines" before getting your brains fucked out and winding up tied together.

You don't mind it, per se, but you're naked, leaking, and have been stuck holding onto the front of your lover for the last hour. Every time you move he whimpers as you push his sensitive cock around in you, god knows what'll happen if you sneeze.

A knock at the door. Owain's here. He was the best man at your wedding, the devious arsehole who ensured your husband spent the subsequent morning taped to a streetlamp, and by remarkable good fortune happened to be a licensed physician specialising in lupine care.

"Well, Mr. Blaidd" you gestured to the door "Company's here"

Your lover smiled, "I suppose, Mrs. Blaidd, we'd better answer the door." He stood up, wincing as your weight pushed his knot another inch into you "Normally I'd be masked in this situation" he muttered under his breath. You stifled a laugh, but your belly still shook a little, making him grab the wall and growl.

He backed up to the closed door and you turned the handle with an outstretched foot so if it wasn't your friend, all they'd see is your husband's back rather than a full show of his cock lodged in you. Thankfully, it was Owain there, the wiry grey wolfman laughing at your predicament

"Rhys you old dog, got a predicament have we?"

He slapped your husband on the back, jostling you both. You gasped a little as the cock buried in you twitched again and a little fluid leaked out of you.

"Yes, you bastard, we've been stuck like this for an hour" Blaidd growled softly as he shook his friend's hand before leading him in to the sitting room, still disturbed from your earlier lovemaking.

"So, how long have you been..." Owain mimed an erect penis

"About two hours?"

You laughed "About one and a half"

"Ok, so the danger zone for a lupine starts around six, so as long as he's out and deflated by then, you're golden"

You looked at your husband. He looked at you. You both looked at Owain.

"We'd like a little sooner?"

Owain laughed, visibly searching his memory "Easiest way would be to make a little cut and... Drain the organ"

Blaidd went pale

"But that's a last-resort. We could always try... Hmm. Worth a shot" Owain got up and left the room, returning a moment later holding one hand in another before holding it to Blaidd's muzzle.

Blaidd sniffed, then gasped, then sneezed hard. The cock stuck in you was forced upwards, you gasped as a little more fluid leaked from it, joining the half-gallon it felt like you were carrying already.

Owain looked at you both, stroking his chin "You know, normally I'm treating the opposite problem... I bet I know what would work, but it's not altogether... Ethical..?"

You looked at each other again, then back at the other wolf in the room

"You want to fuck me up the ass?"

The two wolves stared at you. Then at each other. "He's been eyeing me since he walked in, have you not noticed?"

Blaidd coughed, reaching behind his head in the way he does when he's not willing to admit something. Owain was desperately trying to avoid eye contact, but the growing bulge in his pants told you everything you needed to know

You sighed at your husband "It's not the first time we've shared, is it?" Then, to Owain "There's lube under your seat"

The doctor didn't need telling twice. Stripping his lower half and grabbing the bottle from under the armchair he was on. He's already hard, slathering the cool lube on his cock and your hole only made him more excited. Already panting into your ear, he lined himself up, precum bubbling onto your ass.

He pushed in, your tight hole stretching for him. It didn't hurt, you're well prepared and slick, but the sensation of two cocks in you at once made you gasp.

He isn't shy any more. Thrusting and grasping at your hips. You can feel his cock rubbing against the thick knot already in you, making Blaidd gasp and groan as the sensitive organ is frotted against.

You moan and your cunt clenches, the two thick cocks driving into you bringing you off. Your fingers brush your clit, hurling you over the edge as your heart races. Blaidd groans as your cunt milks him to another aching orgasm inside you, right as Owain knots your asshole.

You're locked in. Your husband on one side, his best friend on the other, and both of them sealed into your holes, emptying their balls into you.

You're no less stuck than you were before, but the two big wolves are so furry, so soft, you reckon it's probably fine.

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Yeah, this was more farcical than titillating, but hey, overstimming your werewolf husband while his performance-enhanced knot is stuck in you by getting anal from his best friend is one hell of a plot.

Either way, tomorrow's episode is another TF extravaganza, with even more questionable medical ethics

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scented-morker · 5 months ago

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Leaked documents

Enha’s reaction when the HYBE leaked documents talk about kicking fem!8th member out… hurt/comfort, 1k words, mentions of iland (that deserves a tw) and haters… requested by 🩵 anon

Heeseung

His heart absolutely breaks 💔

Even in Iland he'd spent countless hours encouraging you, telling you just how talented you were and how much you deserved to debut

When you'd first debuted and gotten hate for being 'out of place' in the boy group, he was in protection mode at every single schedule

Always distracting you from antis and keeping you close on stage

He reminds you just how talented you are, and probably calls Bang Sihyuk himself

"If you ever remove Yn from this group you will need to find a replacement for me as well."

He does NOT play

If you're out, so is he

You're not allowed to go anywhere by yourself for the next few weeks

"Hee I'm just going to the convenience store."

"Yeah? And I'm coming too."

If you get recognized or heckled boy will he have something to say

He's scary

Jay

He's the only one that can get you out of your room

You locked yourself away as soon as you saw the article, but he sits outside your closed door talking into the wood for twenty minutes

When you finally open it up, he's caging you in his arms

"Remember what we promised as trainees?" He asks once the two of you are laid down in your bed

You mumble and he rolls his eyes.

"What was that?"

"You said you'd always take care of me."

"Exactly. And you said you'd let me."

You bury yourself further into his chest, and he strokes a hand through your hair

"We'd never let that happen."

He sticks to his word, taking care of you extra attentively for the next few weeks

He lets you cry and rant about it as many times as you need, insisting that you aren't annoying and you're allowed to be as upset as you want

Jake

Another hugger

Swears up and down he'd kick down every door in the building if they ever tried to take you from him

"Jakey, you couldn't even break a board during our karate episode."

"Because the board wasn't trying to take my baby from me! My love for you would make me strong!"

Okay Hulk 🙄

He makes a post on Weverse that night that includes an old picture of you two together with the caption 'What would I do without you?'

He's perfectly content to stay stowed away in your room doing nothing for the next few days

And when you do have a meeting at the building, he's stuck to your side the whole time

Gives nasty looks to the CEO himself

He acts like they're going to literally rip you away from him, he's holding on to you for dear life every time you have practice

Sunghoon

He's actually shocked because you keep complaining that they made comments about how he looked

No way you're more upset about them calling him ugly than you are about them discussing possibly removing you from the group

"You need to fix your priorities, love."

"My priorities are fine, thank you very much! Sales probably would be better if I was gone, I know that's true. But calling the prettiest boy ever ugly? That's a crime."

He shuts that down REAL FAST

"Sales would not be better, because we'd be miserable without you. Our careers would suffer the minute you left this building. Don't act like you don't matter in this."

You can't even respond

This might be the most fired up he's ever been, and he's staring straight into your soul eyes and you can't help but tear up

"C'mere," he pulls you tighter against him

"It's okay to be upset. They're crazy for thinking we'd survive without you. I wouldn't make it an hour."

Sunoo

He lets you process however you need, but he refuses to listen to you say lies about his favorite person

"I don't want to drag the group down."

He stares at you like you're crazy

"Drag us down?? Sweetheart, you embarrassed us every single week on Iland."

You roll your eyes, but he's insistent

"I know you probably trauma blocked most of it out, but I remember how hard they were on you for being a girl, and yet every week you made them eat their words. You couldn't drag us down if you tried."

He runs his fingers through your hair and starts a loose braid in it, adoring the way you melt into him as he does so

There's a scream from somewhere in the dorm, followed shortly after by a crashing sound that you pay zero attention to

"Besides, I'd probably have killed one of these idiots without you."

This gets a laugh out of you, a real one, and he smiles proudly

"We're always gonna need you."

Jungwon

He's by your side the SECOND the news comes out

He doesn't make a single comment about the ugly crying you're currently doing

He just kneels on the carpet next to your bed and holds your hands with so much softness

He dips his head until you can see him, wanting to have eye contact so you can see his sincerity

"We wouldn't be enhypen without you. You’re part of us.”

He uses his thumb to wipe the tears off of your cheeks and lets you tug him closer

"Besides, what kind of leader would I be if I let them take our girl? The boys can barely survive without you when you go to shower.”

He counts it as an accomplishment when you let out an airy laugh, and he places a kiss on your forehead

“I’m not gonna let you go, that’s a promise.”

Riki

When I tell you they had to hold this boy down

Oh he’s ANGRY

Literally glaring holes into his phone when he reads it the first time

Jay wrestles him down before he can go knocking on their CEO’s door

He makes better use of his time by trapping you with his entire body the moment he sees you

“You are never allowed out of my sight. I will keep you here forever.”

You sigh, that’s the dream

“No one else gets my girl if they aren’t gonna appreciate her like they should.”

There’s no humor in his voice, and it makes your heart stutter

“You deserve to be loved so much better.”

Praises you in every single show or content you film afterward

Will straight up tell people to shut up if they say anything negative about you, media training is for the weak

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cressidagrey · 5 months ago

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Such A Mystery - Part 12 - The End

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Colette Leclerc (Original Character)

Summary:

Max Verstappen fell in love at the ripe old age of 12 and never looked back.

Colette Leclerc really regrets posting that particular Taylor Swift Lyric to her private Instagram account, because it made George Russell go insane.

The rest of the world has absolutely no idea that the Dutch Lion and Charles Leclerc’s twin sister have been a couple for 15 years and are expecting a baby.

Warnings:

Pregnancy, Mention of multiple miscarriages, Pregnancy complications, George Russell Bashing (he's probably really nice in real life but in this, he's the bad guy, sorry), Jos Verstappen, We have apparently now reached the time where I also bash Ferrari. I am sure they are super nice in real life too. They are not in this.

Author Notes: Huge thanks to @llirawolf for holding my hand through this. Chapter 12 of 12!

They were alone. Just the three of them.

Colette had never felt so exhausted in her entire life. But she had also never been so happy. Charlie had been fed once more and had then fallen back asleep, curled up on her father’s chest. Colette herself could barely keep her eyes open.

And she should be sleeping, but she could only watch her daughter curled up against Max's chest.

"How did we manage to create something so perfect?" She asked him softly.

Max let out a tired little huff of laughter, not bothering to open his eyes. “She is perfect, isn’t she?” he murmured quietly.

Colette felt a smile tugging at her face. “Perfect and absolutely beautiful,” she agreed quietly, shifting a little to get a better look at the two of them. "So perfect it almost hurts to look at her."

Max smiled at her. "I...There is this thing you should know," he said hesitantly.

Something about his tone, the hesitance in his voice, made Colette pause. "What is it?" she asked curiously.

"I may have told the whole world about us? On Instagram?" he admitted with a grimace.

She could only snort at that. "I think your father made sure that that cat was out of the bag," she told him drily. "What did you say?"

"That we have been a couple for 15 years. That I couldn't be happier with you and our little family," he said simply. "I wanted everybody to hear our truth," Max said softly. "Not what other people write."

"There is a romantic inside you after all," Colette teased him softly.

"You aren't angry?" Max checked.

Colette sighed. "Not at you," she said simply. "I can't be angry at you. You just want people to know how happy we are together. We kept it quiet for years for me," Colette said, staring at her daughter. "Is it weird that it feels like she put everything into perspective?" she asked him, nodding towards Charlie. "I just...I don't care anymore,” she admitted.

Max stared at her, blue eyes wide, but Colette just shrugged. “I was terrified for so long what people were going to think about me once they knew about us...but now...I don't care. What does it matter?"

Max reached over and laced his fingers through hers. "It doesn't," he promised her. "I'll start screaming it from the rooftops tomorrow, if you'll let me."

A laugh escaped her before she could stop it. "I think the media already knows," she teased, squeezing his hand. "We can just put my Instagram on public and let them eat their heart out," she suggested. It wasn’t meant seriously. Not really.

But the more she thought about it, she wondered if that was what it was going to take. Opening up the digital scrapbook of her life. Letting anybody have a peek at their relationship. Hoping that finally they would understand.

"We'd break the internet," Max retorted, grinning at her.

Colette laughed. "We really, really would. Reason enough to do it?" she teased him.

"And give my PR team a heart attack? Absolutely,” Max returned immediately. “Tell me when.”

"I love you," she told him seriously. "And I am ready to love you in public too."

She had done it from the shadows for 15 years after all.

He stared at her. "Are...Are you sure?"

"I am very, very sure, mon coeur," Colette told him softly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "The only opinion that matters to me is yours - and my family's. I don't care what anyone else thinks," she added, glancing down at Charlie again, who slept blissfully on, cuddled against Max's chest.

"If people want to call me an attention whore or a gold digger, they are welcome to it," Colette said quietly. "I don't care. I'm happy and you're happy and our baby is happy. Let them write whatever they want."

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"Marry me," Max blurted out.

His words came out of his mouth before he had even realised what he was saying. The room suddenly became very quiet, as if all the oxygen had suddenly been sucked out of it, and Max suddenly realised that he had just blurted out the question he had been meaning to ask for months, at a time that couldn’t be further from ideal.

Colette was staring at him, her eyebrows raised and a look of surprise on her face. She seemed frozen and totally caught off guard by his question. And he didn’t blame her for that. She was exhausted, and had just given birth, and here he was, bombarding her with questions as if this was the perfect moment to do it.

But then she smiled at him.

"Yes," Colette said simply. "Always yes. You know that.”

Relief surged through him so strongly, Max thought he might just about collapse. She had said yes.

Granted she had said yes the last time as well.

He remembered that day like it had been yesterday…remembered coming home that May evening in 2016…Fuelled with adrenaline from his first “proper” win. Remembered the trophy that still had a place of pride in their living room…the bottle of champagne, the Pirelli cap…and the ring that he had bought after that race. The celebratory crepes for breakfast the next day where still a tradition they kept with.

Max felt like he could have exploded there and then, just from happiness. He couldn’t believe that he had just asked her, that she had just said yes. It didn’t feel real. It felt like something out of a dream.

"Yes?" he repeated incredulously, just to make sure he hadn’t actually dreamt it. "You’ll marry me?"

"Properly this time," she teased him, with the most beautiful smile on her face, as she leane up to press a kiss against his lips. “I’ll marry you, Maxie.”

He couldn’t stop himself from laughing, the sound breathless. It wasn’t just exhaustion that made him sound like that, it was disbelief, a sort of giddy lightness.

"Properly this time," he echoed back to her, his words soft. "You’ll marry me properly."

He couldn’t actually believe she was saying yes. "I do have a ring," he assured her. "It's at home. I hid it in the trophy."

Colette laughed. "Of course, you hid it in the trophy," she repeated, her voice warm and amused."Of course you did."

Max gave her what he hoped was at least a resemblance of a sheepish look. “Where else would it be safe?” he said defensively. "And I know you wouldn't look there," he added.

"A perfect place to hide something you don't want me to find," Colette agreed.

Max grinned at her. "Exactly," he said happily, gently brushing her hair from her face.

"Which trophy?" she asked him seriously.

"Spain 2016," he answered honestly. His first one. The one.

"You hid it in the 2016 trophy?" Colette repeated, her smile widening into a grin. "Really?"

"Just felt appropriate,” he answered honestly. He still remembered handing it to Colette for the first time, the ring that he had bought clanging around in the bottom of it.

"It is," she agreed softly, leaning up to press a kiss against his lips.

Max smiled against her mouth, his arms tightening around her, pulling her a little closer. He couldn’t believe they were having this conversation. He couldn’t believe he had just blurted out the one question he had been wanting to ask for ages, and she had actually just said yes.

"You’re really going to marry me," he mumbled against her mouth, unable to help the words. "You’re actually going to marry me."

"I had your baby, but this is what shocks you?" Colette asked him with a laugh.

He laughed, pulling her closer again and nuzzling his face into her shoulder, her words causing him to blush faintly. “I love you,” he mumbled against her skin quietly.

"I love you too," she echoed back quietly. "And yes, I will marry you. As many times as you’ll ask."

"I am the luckiest man in the whole world," he said softly.

"No, I’m the luckiest," she told him gently, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him close again. "To have you, and this, and Charlie, and all of it. It’s everything I ever wanted.”

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mcflymemes · 1 year ago

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PRE ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP PROMPTS * assorted dialogue to help set up already existing relationships between your muses and give them past scenarios to reference, adjust as necessary

CHILDHOOD BEST FRIENDS

we were only kids back then. we didn't know any better.

you promised me we'd be friends forever.

you've changed quite a bit since i saw you last.

how are your parents doing? will you tell them i said hi?

i've known you for years, and you haven't changed a bit.

you've always been like this.

remember the last time this happened?

sure, i made a lot of mistakes, but so did you.

do you remember how we met?

you always stood up for me, no matter what.

i've always had a lot of love in my heart for you.

when i was struggling, you were always there for me.

I TOLD YOU TO STAY AWAY

i thought i told you to stay away.

you've got a lot of nerve, showing your face around here again.

i really don't want to see you again.

you're supposed to call and warn me before you show up here.

there's never going to be a "next time."

this is the last time you show up like this.

last time i said i never wanted to see you again, and yet here you are.

you can't just show up here unannounced.

you remember what happened the last time you showed up.

every time you show up here, shit hits the fan.

you're putting us all in danger by showing up here.

don't you have somewhere else to be?

ROMANTIC FEELINGS

i'm sorry, but i can't stop thinking about you.

after the time we spent together, you've been on my mind.

can we discuss what happened between us?

the last time i saw you, you were going to say something... and then you stopped.

did you mean it? any of it?

i wish we were still together.

would you go on another date with me?

it's hard to deny how you make me feel.

you've always had an effect on me.

i can't stop thinking about the way you look at me.

GENERIC "I'VE KNOWN YOU FOR A WHILE"

do you remember what you told me?

i can't believe this is happening to us again.

the last time this happened, we were better prepared.

i tried calling you a hundred times, but you never answered.

this was never supposed to end like this.

didn't you see my text?

i know you better than anyone else.

you can't lie to me. i can tell when you're lying.

you're making "the face" again.

you promised me you'd stop doing that.

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e1e4n0r5 · 4 days ago

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Their Little Plaything: 5

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends

Pairing: Bullies Cait & Vi x Loner Nerd Reader

Words: 4249

Synopsis: Some hard discussions are had

Warnings: Bullying/mocking, power imbalance Reader finally levels that playing field baby!!!, FFF threesome, ANGST!!!!, Powder comin' in hot, mentions of disordered eating (unable to eat to due emotional distress, forgetting to eat), fingering, oral sex (all receiving, all giving), dirty talk, praise kink, FEELS!!!

You were back at their house the next night, your heart hardened for whatever may come. Vi had let you in, walking with you in silence to the kitchen. Cait sat perched on one of the stools at the kitchen island, a laptop open in front of her, her chin resting on her hand as she stared intensely at the screen.

Vi stood against the counter they loved to fuck you on – you now knew that was due to hidden camera in the wall only a few feet away – her arms folded, clearly on edge.

You didn’t move further into the room, your hands twisting nervously.

“I want to see everything,” you said, voice cold and steady. “Every photo. Every video. All of it. And then you're going to delete them.”

Vi’s jaw tensed, and Cait’s eyes narrowed a touch. They weren’t surprised, you'd said as such the night before.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Cait said after a pause, her tone infuriatingly calm.

Your stomach twisted. “What do you mean, not a good idea? You recorded me. Without my consent. You don’t get to decide what’s a good idea or not.” You eyed her laptop. “Last night’s footage? Having fun editing your little pictures, making your GIFs of you two fucking me?” you snapped.

Cait shut the laptop defensively, not meeting your eye.

Vi ran a hand through her hair, clearly frustrated. “We told you, we’ve never showed them to anyone. It wasn’t about that.”

“Then what was it about?” you snapped.

“It was a private thing,” Cait said. “Just for us.”

You let out a bitter laugh. “Oh, well, that makes it okay, then. Just a private porn collection of your little conquests, right? Some trophies for you to look back on when you get bored?”

“No!” Vi barked. “Fuck. No. It wasn’t like that.”

Cait hesitated. “It was, at first,” she confessed. “It always was. For us to look back on the girls we'd fucked, on those memories. The things we all did together. But, again, it was only ever for us.”

“I knew it,” you whispered. “And you think I’m so weak, that I’ll just roll over and let you do whatever you want with my body.”

“That’s not true,” Cait said, her voice lower now. She caught herself in the lie, a reflex. “Perhaps in the beginning.”

Your breath caught.

Vi exhaled sharply, straightening up like the words were forcing themselves up her throat. “You were pathetic. You were the quiet, weird, little loner nerd, and easy to fuck with. And we liked fucking with you.”

You stared at her, each word hitting like a slap. She flinched at your expression but didn’t stop.

“But then Powder stood up for you. Suddenly you weren’t just some nerd we could poke for fun. You started opening up; we’d see you with Powder around campus, laughing, hanging out. Just being normal. You had this spark in you, and we liked seeing it grow.”

Cait stood from the stool, her voice gentle but firm. “We saw how kind you were. How smart, beautiful. You were never supposed to matter. Then after Halloween, you did. We realised that you weren’t a loner; you were alone. And we didn’t quite know what to do with that, so we fell into old patterns.”

You swallowed hard, blinking fast as tears threatened to fall but you couldn’t let them. You refused. “You’re not going to delete the videos of me, are you?”

They exchanged a look, something soft, scared, unspoken.

“They’re ours,” Cait said. “They’re pieces of something real this time. Of something we don’t want to lose.”

“They're not real if I didn't want them taken! They're stolen moments, pieces of me you felt entitled to.”

“We like you,” Vi added quietly.

You froze.

What?

“We want those memories because you’re in them. And we want more of them. If you let us.”

“More photos?”

“More memories,” Cait corrected.

You stared at her, stunned. “So, this started because I was easy for you to hurt, and what, now it’s love?”

“Yes,” Caitlyn said simply. “Messy, selfish love. But real.”

You said nothing. You’d only said that word to mock them, to show them your hurt. But…Was it real? “You two love me?”

They looked at each other, then nodded together.

Vi confessed softly, “Yeah, we do, sweetheart.”

You swallowed harshly, your throat burning with unshed tears. You could never have expected them to say that. “And the videos?”

Vi’s eyes met yours, guarded. “They stay. Even if you go-” Cait had to turn her head away. “Even if you go, they stay with us.”

"How do I know you won't just leave when you're bored of me?"

They shook their heads. "Not gonna happen, sweetheart."

Silence stretched. Your hands were shaking, your breath uneven. Everything inside you screamed that you should walk out. That this was wrong, dangerous, too much.

But another part whispered something else, something quieter. That even in all the mess, something here was painfully, confusingly honest.

You swallowed. “I need to think…”

Both nodded immediately.

“We’ll wait,” Cait said.

You turned to the door, heart racing.

And just before you opened it, you paused. But you said nothing.

Then you were gone.

Powder knew something was wrong. Like a sixth sense went off in her head, she was over at your dorm room the next morning. You'd been curled up in bed with a cup of tea, too distressed for food, just staring out the window as you tried to sort through your feelings.

Frantic knocking on your door disturbed you. It could only be Powder.

You stood up, letting her in with a small, sad smile.

“What’s happened?” she asked, immediately pulling you into a bear hug.

You wrapped your free arm around her, holding her close. “Hey, Pow.”

“What’s going on?” she demanded, holding you at arm’s length. You looked awful.

You pulled away, sitting on your bed, your back against the wall. “We had a fight.”

Powder stood still in the centre of your room, considering you carefully, her face marred by a frown and squint. “It's the photos, isn't it?”

You paused. “For fuck’s sake,” you hung your head back against your wall. “Seriously, Pow, are you psychic?”

She shook her head. “I know you, I know Vi, and – to a lesser degree – I know Cait. I just knew those photos would come into it. S’a risky game to play.”

You stayed silent, staring into your tea.

“So? You gonna tell me?”

You flexed your hands around your mug. “They were taking photos and videos of us, without telling me.”

Her jaw clenched, almost biting through her tongue. She was going to beat the two of them senseless. Trying to keep her cool for you, she asked calmly, her hands twitching at her sides, “Have they shown them to anyone, posted them somewhere?”

“No. No, they said it was just for them. Like a...I don't know, a kink. Maybe they liked the control it gave them? But then they said the more they started to like me, the more it became about having memories of us together.”

“Without asking you.”

“Yeah.”

“Did they ever ask you?”

“Yeah, lots of times.”

“And were you okay with it when they asked? Really, actually okay?”

You sipped your tea, buying yourself a few seconds to think. “I was scared at first, shy. But they made it exciting.”

“How long were they doing it in secret before they started asking?”

You hesitated. “I don’t know. They won’t show me.”

“Jeez.” Powder pondered for a few seconds. “So, is this it with them? Or could you forgive them? After I beat the ever-living shit out of both of them.”

You inhaled deeply, looking out the window. Powder let you sit in silence as you debated with yourself. Eventually you looked back. “I want to be able to forgive them.”

She nodded thoughtfully. “I'd say that's a good place to start.” She looked around your room, eyeing the growing pile of laundry, and the bin full of noodle cups. All of them barely touched. “When did you last eat something?”

You paused to think. You took too long. “Um…”

“Nope, that’s it! I’m getting us nuggets!” she declared.

“And fries?” you asked timidly, only just realising how much your stomach hurt.

“Of course fries, you numpty. And ice cream! And then we’ll talk about how stupid girls are.”

You had called them both over, your message simple: “We need to talk.”

Your room was dim, lit only by the amber glow of a desk lamp and the lavender candle you’d lit in a futile attempt to soothe yourself. You sat cross-legged on your bed, arms wrapped tightly around yourself. Vi was sat in your desk chair, leg bouncing nervously, while Cait leant back against your desk, her face troubled.

You didn’t speak right away. Let the silence stretch long enough for it to fray the edges of their usual confidence.

Finally, you looked up.

“I want honesty,” you stated. “Full honesty. It doesn't matter what the truth is, how much you think it might hurt me, you have to be honest. If you're not honest, that's it, I'm done.”

Both their heads shot up, alarm clear on their faces.

You took a deep breath, your heart pounding in your chest, then continued. “When I was in high school, I liked this girl. Heather Scott. I'd had a crush on her since Freshman spring. In Sophomore year, I told her I liked her. And she said she liked me back. Smiled at me, held my hand. We agreed to meet the next afternoon behind the bleachers. And when I got there...”

“She didn’t show?” Cait asked gently.

“Oh, no, she did. Along with about half the school, all of them laughing at me…Some were recording.”

Vi clenched her wrapped hands. “Fuck.”

“Videos got posted online. The school managed to get them taken down and thankfully some people got expelled – the district classed it, sort of, like a hate attack – but the damage was done.”

They both looked tortured, Vi clenching her hands, Cait unable to stand still.

“I heard about the others.”

Neither of them breathed.

“I thought maybe…What we had was different,” you continued, your voice low. “But it’s not, is it? This is what you do. You find someone – someone you can push and control – and you make them feel wanted. Special. Until you’re done.”

“That’s not fair,” Cait said quietly.

“Isn’t it? You filmed me. You kept things from me. You played games with my head, and the worst part is, I let you. Because I thought I was the only one, that I was different.”

“You are different,” Vi said. “You think we go around falling in love with every girl we fuck?”

Your breath caught, still oddly uncomfortable with them using that word. “That’s not the point. And, honestly, I’m not even sure you two know what love looks like towards other people. You love each other, sure. But all I know is the stories about how you used girls up and moved on. I’ve seen the messages and the photos. One girl left school!”

Cait looked away. “We never hurt anyone.”

“Maybe not physically,” your voice cracked. “I can’t speak for them, but you made me feel like I was crazy that night, Cait. Like wanting honesty or respect was a crazy thing to ask for.”

Vi leant forward, eyes blazing, but beneath the heat was something else. Regret. Guilt. “We didn’t mean to do that. Not with you.”

“But you did it anyway,” you said, voice wavering.

Silence settled again.

“What about the videos?”

Cait shifted her feet. “What about them?”

“How important are they to you moving forward? If we…Continued…Would you keep filming me without my knowledge? Or what if I said I never wanted to take any photos or videos ever again, even if you ask? Would that be a deal-breaker?”

Vi’s voice had gotten hoarse, “We’re not letting you go.”

That shocked you.

“We want to be good for you. We’d love to keep making memories together-”

“Taking sex photos,” you corrected sharply.

“But,” Cait continued for Vi, “If you truly don’t want that, then we won’t. They’re not the most important thing to us now.”

“That would be you,” Vi added.

“It would be a big change for you,” you said sceptically. “How often do you think you’d reach for your phones when we’re together? Would you feel like something’s missing if there weren’t a camera on us?”

You looked between them. These two women who had made you feel seen, wanted, beautiful…But also paranoid, used, unsure.

Your heart warred with your head.

“Prove it,” you said finally. “Stop hiding things from me. Stop acting like you own me just because you want me.”

Both Cait and Vi nodded, solemn. For once, no clever smiles, no lingering touches to smooth things over.

Just a promise.

The door closed behind them.

Vi stood in the entryway, fists clenched, jaw tight. Cait set her keys down with mechanical precision. The silence between them buzzed like static, hot with tension, thick with everything they didn’t say in front of you.

"She thinks we're monsters," Vi finally said.

Cait perched on the couch, hands clasped. “Maybe we are.”

Vi turned, eyes narrowing. “Don’t say that.”

“You heard her,” Cait’s voice flat. “She thinks we used her. That we’re still using her.”

Vi flopped onto the couch, rubbing a hand down her face. “It wasn’t like the others. You know it wasn’t.”

“I know,” Cait replied, quieter. “But how is she supposed to believe that when we haven’t done anything different? For fuck’s sake, I used the same chat name for all of them!”

Vi was silent for a beat. “I didn’t think it would go this far. I didn’t think we’d care.”

“You said it yourself,” Cait murmured. “She wasn’t supposed to matter.”

“But she does.”

The words sat between them like a challenge, too heavy to ignore.

Cait stood, walking upstairs to the desk in their bedroom. Sitting down, she opened a hidden drawer, pulling out a keychain of multiple USB sticks. The ones they kept everything on. She held it in her palm, staring down at it.

Vi hovered in the doorway. “You thinking about deleting it all?”

“I’m wondering why we haven’t already.”

“Because it’s her. Because I don’t want to forget the way she looks when she lets us in. When she stops being afraid.” Vi stepped in, bracing her hands on the desk next to Cait. “So? You want to delete it?”

Cait was quiet for a long moment. Then she shook her head, setting the drives back in the drawer and closing it gently. “Not yet.”

Vi’s voice was low. “You think that makes us terrible?”

“I think it makes us selfish. But I also think it means we’re not ready to let her go.”

Vi gave a dry laugh. “We’re not good at this. At being good.”

“We’ll try. For her.”

Vi exhaled through her nose, taking Cait’s hand and crossing the room to sink onto the bed. “She’s not going to trust us again easily.”

“Then we earn it.”

Vi looked at her. “No more games?”

“No more games.”

Vi nodded, slowly, and rested her head against Cait’s shoulder. The two of them sat in silence for a long time, the weight of their decisions still heavy, but now tempered with something else.

Hope.

Then the doorbell rang.

Both women’s head shot up.

Could it be…?

Vi shot off the bed, Cait following after her. Vi skidded across the marble floor, frantically pulling the door open.

She was shoved back.

“You absolute,” shove, “pieces,” shove, “of shit!” Powder screamed at Vi, slapping her sister’s chest.

“Powder! Powder, calm down!” Vi urged, trying to catch her sister’s hands but Powder evaded her.

“You assholes! How could you?!”

Cait approached slowly. “Powder, please, let us-”

“Shut the fuck up! You recorded my friend, my best friend! And now she’s a wreck!” Powder eventually stopped hitting at Vi, who successfully pushed her back a few steps. “She trusted you,” she cried, her voice cracking. “She’s hurting, she can’t eat! You made her feel like she was only…Some toy to capture. Like she was just a game, not your girlfriend. Not someone you’re supposed to care about.”

Vi looked away, her jaw clenching.

Cait stepped forward slowly, her voice calm but serious. “We love her, Powder.”

“Then act like it,” Powder shot back. “Because right now? You don’t get to say that unless you mean it. Unless you show her.”

Vi’s voice was rough when she finally spoke. “We didn’t mean to hurt her. That was never the plan. It got…Complicated. We got used to doing things a certain way.”

“With all those other girls you think I don’t know about?”

Cait and Vi looked alarmed.

“Yeah, I heard about them too. My first week here, when people figured out I was the infamous Fighter Vi’s baby sister, let’s just say the rumours made their way back to me.”

“She’s not like the other girls,” Vi said quietly.

Cait nodded. “And you’re right, Powder. We messed up. We’ve been talking about it, about changing things.”

“We’ve already promised her honesty,” Vi added. “We’re not hiding anything anymore.”

Powder crossed her arms. “She deserves more than promises. She deserves effort. Care. She’s already got enough scars from the past, she doesn’t need more from the only two people she’s ever felt safe with.”

Cait stepped closer. “We will do better. You have our word.”

Vi looked up and met Powder’s eyes. “We’re not going to lose her. We’re going to prove we can be better. For her. For real.”

There was a long silence before Powder nodded once.

“Good,” she said softly. “Because if you hurt her again, I won’t be coming here as your sister.”

She gave them one last look, then walked toward the door.

Vi followed. “Powder-”

Powder muttered, glancing back, “Don’t ever make me hate you this much again, Violet.”

The door slammed shut behind her.

You’d been tying yourself in knots for days, turning everything over in your mind a thousand times. After hours of just staring at the wall in your room as you’d pretended to study, a cold untouched microwave meal (that Powder had bought for you; one more thing to feel bad about) near your books, you’d forced yourself out into the fresh air, hoping it would clear your mind a little. You hated how well it worked.

The nights had cooled, a soft breeze tugging at the hem of your jacket as you sat on a bench outside your dorm building. After watching campus life move around you for a while, you pulled your phone out.

I don’t want to be alone tonight.

Half an hour later, the three of you all stood in the centre of your room, none of you knowing what to do. You twisted your hands together, suddenly unsure what to say now that they were here.

“I’ve been thinking,” you said softly, “about all of this. You’ve both said you want to be better. And I do think you mean it. But… I don’t think I’ll ever forget how it started. How you made me feel. What you did.”

They glanced at each other, preparing themselves.

“For what it’s worth, sweetheart…” Vi started.

Cait finished, “We’re so sorry.”

Jaw trembling, you nodded.

“Can we just skip all that?” you begged in a quiet voice, your eyes filling with tears. “Can you just be kissing me now?”

Cait rushed to you, her hands pulling your face to hers, your lips clashing together passionately. Happy, emotionally-exhausted tears leaked from your eyes as you clung to her, as if she'd vanish if you didn't hold on tight enough.

“We’re sorry, baby,” Cait poured against your lips. “We’re so sorry, we’re so fucking sorry.”

You heard your door open. “Alright, everyone, put your headphones on, put some music on, or get out: this make up sex is gonna get loud!” Vi shouted down the hallway.

“And now we’re sorry for that too,” Cait rolled her eyes.

“Vi!” you cried out in embarrassment, your face blushing bright red.

She locked your door with a shrug. “At least I warned them,” she smirked, heading your way.

Cait eased you from her arms and nudged you into Vi's. The pink-haired woman pulled you close, demanding in her kisses as her lips fought against yours. You cupped her breasts, earning a low curse.

“Are you sure, sweetheart? We can take it slow,” Cait promised.

“Cait...” you panted, turning your head as you stayed in Vi’s arms.

“Yes, darling?” she asked, gently cupping your cheek.

“Fuck me. Now!” you challenged.

Vi growled, picking you up and sitting you down on your bed. She frantically undid your jeans, pulling them down your legs, but getting them stuck on your shoes. “Fuck! Okay, from now on,” she said firmly, pulling your shoes off and throwing them over her shoulder, “skirts and dresses only! Need quick access, baby.”

You nodded dumbly as your pussy leaked, moving your arms so Cait could remove your top and bra. Naked before them as they stood over you fully clothed, you shivered. Cait sat down on the bed, pulling you into her lap.

Vi knelt between your legs, pushing your thighs apart. “Keep them open,” she instructed. In a devotional whisper, she kissed over your hips, “We missed you. We missed you so much.”

“I missed you too,” you whispered back as Cait held you close, kissing your neck.

Vi moved her kisses down to your pussy, flicking her tongue out and just touching your clit. You whimpered, begging for more. Vi met your eyes as she moved over your clit, sucking gently at first, then gradually increasing speed and pressure. You keened loudly, uncaring who heard you.

Cait chuckled in your ear, cupping your breasts and rolling your nipples. You pushed your chest into her hands, reaching a hand back and holding her hair.

“Do you like Vi’s mouth on your pussy, darling?”

You nodded, your breathing coming in choppy, your hips starting to roll. Vi held you to her face, squeezing the flesh of your ass as she moaned into your slit.

“I think Vi likes it too,” Cait smiled, tugging your nipples just a little harder than she normally would. You whined. “You always taste so sweet. We’ll never get enough of you.”

Vi built you up with her tongue, laving your clit and lips, sliding inside you and fucking you with it. You shook in Cait’s arms as your orgasm rolled through you, your head tipping back against her shoulder as she cupped your jaw.

“Good girl,” she praised in your ear, “that’s the first one,” making you whimper.

Vi eased your thighs back together, wiping her chin. You reached out, tugging the bottom of her shirt up, whining in your need to see her. She chuckled at your neediness, pulling her shirt over her head and unzipping her sports bra. You desperately pulled her in close, wrapping your arms around her tightly as you kissed between her breasts.

She tipped your chin up. “Who do you want first, baby?”

You groaned, you couldn’t possibly decide.

“Okay, on your knees, baby,” she urged, pulling you forward gently out of Cait’s lap.

Eagerly kneeling before her, Vi helped you open her jeans, pushing them down her thighs. Tugging her boxer briefs down, you didn’t wait any longer before lunging forward for her pussy. She groaned, holding the back of your head.

Cait stood up, removing her blouse and tailored skirt. Vi pulled her into her side, kissing her deeply, moaning into her mouth as you sucked her clit. Vi reached down, sliding her fingers into Cait’s panties, rubbing her fingers over Cait’s dripping pussy. Cait panted into Vi’s mouth, shifting her hips so Vi could slide her fingers inside, her hand on the back of your head, holding you to Vi’s pussy.

The two of them came above you, Vi flooding your mouth and chin with her juices as Cait did the same to her hand.

The rest of the night passed in a haze of lips, tongues, and fingers. You all realised that you had taken all your toys to their house, leaving you with only what you had – yourselves. It didn’t matter though; between the three of you, you had more than enough imagination to pass the night away.

You and Vi scissored on your bed, Cait alternating between you, kissing and sucking your breasts, occasionally dripping spit onto your clits. Cait laid on her back, Vi eating her out, whilst you rode her face. You fingered Vi from behind whilst Cait sucked her clit. You and Vi 69’d whilst Cait fucked herself on your desk. And so much more, you could barely remember.

Laying in your small bed together, curled in tighter than you thought possible, they swore they'd never let you go again.

And they never did.

Notes: WE MADE IT!!! Thank you so much for following this story, I had so much fun writing it. The epilogue is coming 💦 as well as bonus chapters 💦💦

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theonlyonesora · 1 month ago

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The Third Rule

Lily x Oscar Piastri x You (Reader)

Chapter 6 - Don't Overthink It

It was late—well past midniht—when the club finally spat us out into the Vegas heat. The race had gone better than anyone expected: Oscar had held P2, driven like a man possessed, and suddenly he wasn’t just the quiet boy on the grid anymore. He was the boy. And tonight, that confidence clung to him like the last sip of champagne still wet on his lips.

We'd celebrated. Of course we had. Drinks, laughter, noise. Lando had dragged us out with a group of friends, and at first it felt like any other night. Loud music. Cold drinks. Shared glances over crowded tables. I danced with Lily. Oscar didn’t stop watching us.

We didn’t do anything reckless. Not really. But the way Lily leaned against me, the way Oscar’s hand brushed my back when he offered me another drink—everything felt like an almost. A maybe. A please.

By the time we stumbled back into the hotel room, shoes in hand, cheeks flushed from alcohol and summer air, the silence between the three of us was thick.

Lily was the one who broke it.

“Okay,” she said, kicking off her heels, walking into the room like it didn’t matter, “I have a proposal.”

Oscar raised an eyebrow, lazy on the couch, legs spread wide, shirt unbuttoned at the collar. “Is this about room service?”

“No.” She turned toward me. “It’s about us.”

I blinked. “Us?”

She walked closer, her voice low, teasing—but serious. “I think we’ve been dancing around this long enough, don’t you?”

My throat went dry. “Lily…”

She smiled, sweet and slow. “I want to sleep with both of you. Together.”

Silence.

Oscar sat up. “Wait, what?”

“You heard me,” Lily said. “You two have been eye-fucking for weeks. And I’m tired of pretending I don’t notice. So—let’s stop pretending.”

Oscar looked at me then. And I swear… he didn’t blink. His eyes darkened, jaw set with something between surprise and hunger.

“This isn’t the alcohol talking?” I asked, even as my heartbeat thundered in my ears.

“No,” she said softly, stepping close enough for our knees to touch. “This is me talking. Sober enough to know I mean it.”

“And you’re okay with—”

“With all of it,” she cut in. “I want this. I want you. I want him watching while I kiss you. I want you pressed between us.”

Oscar’s voice was rough when he finally spoke. “Say yes, (Y/N).”

And god help me, how could I say no?

Not when Lily touched me like that. Not when Oscar looked at me like that.

I kissed her first.

She tasted like wine and heat and something wild. Her hands in my hair, pulling me closer, her body soft and eager against mine.

Oscar just watched for a moment. Silent. Intense. Then he rose from the couch and came behind me, his chest brushing my back, lips at my ear.

“You have no idea what you do to me.”

I trembled.

“Show me,” I whispered.

And they did.

That night was not just heat or lust or the thrum of curiosity finally exploding—it was something more. It was laughter between kisses, tangled sheets, soft gasps in the dark. It was Lily’s fingers on my thigh while Oscar kissed my neck. It was the sound of his name on her lips while I kissed hers.

It was messy. Beautiful. Unapologetically ours.

And when it was over—when we collapsed into the bed, breathless and smiling, the dawn barely brushing against the blackout curtains—I realized something terrifying.

There was no going back.

Not after this.

The sun in Vegas always felt a bit too bright, a little too eager to reveal the things you’d rather keep hidden. It was just peeking through the curtains when I stirred, blinking into the haze of cotton sheets, warm skin, and last night’s perfume lingering in the air like a secret.

I wasn’t alone.

Lily was curled into my side, her breath soft against my collarbone, her arm draped around my waist like it had always belonged there. Oscar was behind me, chest to my back, arm heavy across my hips, one hand resting low—too low—like he’d forgotten to pretend this was something temporary.

The room was quiet except for breathing.

I tried to swallow the knot in my throat. My skin still felt electric, my legs sore from what we did—twice—maybe three times. I’d lost count somewhere between Lily’s soft moans and Oscar’s voice rasping my name like a curse.

A small sound escaped me when Oscar shifted behind me, his hand brushing my inner thigh like a reflex.

He made a sleepy noise. “You’re awake?”

“Barely,” I whispered. My voice cracked.

Lily stirred, nuzzling my neck. “What time is it?”

“Too early,” I replied.

“Then go back to sleep,” Oscar murmured. But his hand didn’t stop moving. His palm slid slowly along my thigh, under the covers, tracing lazy lines like he knew what he was doing. Like he knew I wouldn’t stop him.

“Don’t start,” I warned, voice weak.

“Didn’t mean to,” he said, but the way he pressed a kiss behind my ear said otherwise.

Lily smirked against my skin. “Didn’t mean to?”

Her hand moved too, over my stomach, up beneath the hem of the shirt I’d borrowed—Oscar’s shirt. My breath hitched.

“Guys…” I said, already losing the will to mean it.

“Just one more time,” Lily whispered, lips brushing my jaw. “Then we go get coffee. Like normal people.”

“Are we normal?”

She laughed softly. “No.”

Oscar’s hand slid between my legs. I moaned.

“No,” I gasped. “We really aren’t.”

Later, I slipped into the hotel bathroom, hands shaking as I turned on the tap. My reflection looked… flushed. Raw. My neck was marked. My thighs tingled.

And my heart? It wasn’t racing anymore.

It was floating.

I didn’t know if that was good or bad. I didn’t know what to feel.

Oscar came in quietly, barefoot, shirtless, like he belonged here too. He stopped beside me at the sink, meeting my eyes in the mirror.

“Hey.”

He looked at me for a long time. “Are you okay?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I feel like I’m in stasis.”

“Stuck?”

“No. More like… I don’t know what happens next. And I’m scared if I move, I’ll ruin it.”

Oscar reached for my hand. His fingers were warm, grounding.

“Then don’t move yet,” he said. “Just stay here. With us. For now.”

I nodded slowly. “Okay.”

And he smiled. “Let’s go get coffee before Lily starts another round without us.”

I laughed. And maybe it was real. Maybe it meant I was still me, just in a different kind of story now.

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pitchsidestories · 8 months ago

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for the girls II Kika Nazareth x Reader

masterlist I word count: 1347

a/n: dear readers, this is for the girls..and for the anon who asked if we'd write another Kika fanfic. 💜❤️

“Chicas, you haven’t. told us about your Portugal trip yet!”, Mapi clicked her tongue disapprovingly.

It was the dinner night after a big game at the team’s favourite restaurant. Far away from the buzzy and touristy La Rambla, in one of the less busy neighbourhoods where you football players could eat and yap in peace. In this minute the candles were lit by the waiters and turned everything into a warm glow.

“True, did you two enjoy it? Were you girls surfing? The water must be cold by now.”, Ellie mused with a dreamy look in her blue eyes.

“We did. And it was amazing.”, Kika affirmed.

“Yes, we’ll go there again over the Christmas break. The waves were the best I’ve ever ride on.”, you enthused thrilled.

“You two went surfing?!”, Alexia gasped outraged by your recklessness.

“Yeah?”, the Portuguese forward cleared her throat nervously.

“It was super fun, Ale.”, you replied nonchalantly, slightly annoyed by the older Spaniards mothering, for some time her overprotective side always came through when it came to you.

“Can’t you do something less dangerous?”, Alexia sighed.

“We had everything in control.”, you tried to assure the midfielder.

“Still. In the middle of the season.”, she pouted.

“Don’t worry, we didn’t spend too much time on the water anyway.”, Kika intervened, smiling cheekily, holding your hand in hers.

“Kika.”, you exclaimed blushing deeply.

“That’s too much information.”, Mapi chuckled amused.

“Wait, what?!”, Alexia asked shocked.

“Stop acting like a mum.”, the Portuguese laughed.

“You’re lucky I’m not.”, your captain said through clenched teeth.

In your mind you reminisced about your trip to Portugal which felt like ages ago but was only a week prior. How could you explain to Alexia that every day spent with Kika felt as fresh as a summer’s day no matter the actual weather?

“I was faster than you, Kika!”, you grinned triumphantly, your feet had reached the sea water before your teammates.

“You started early!”, she shook her head heavy breathing.

“Lies.”, you countered smiling innocently.

“It’s true.”, the brunette insisted smirking.

“Whatever.”, you shrugged. What you didn’t plan was to get lost into your friends’ brown eyes. They’re so beautiful you thought to yourself.

“You know that friends don’t look at each other like this?”, Kika observed.

“Looking like what?”, you asked biting your lips anxiously.

“The way you look at me right now.”, the forward replied earnestly.

“I.. sorry.. I think.. I forgot something at the beach.”, you mumbled.

“Y/n..”

“Do you need something as well?”, you turned your head around to look into her eyes.

“No.”, she denied.

You nodded slowly: “Okay.“

“Okay.“, she replied.

There was nothing else to say so you waded out of the water, forcing your heart to stop hammering against your chest.

Kika joined you a bit later, both of you laying on your beach towels and letting the sun dry the water off your skin.

She never mentioned it again and as the day went on, you started to wonder if you had imagined the conversation you had earlier.

You stayed out at the beach to watch the sunset together but once night started to fall, the temperatures dropped and a slight breeze rolled in from the sea. Kika and you found shelter in the van you rented. It was just big enough for the two of you with a twin mattress in the back and a makeshift kitchen where you prepared a quick dinner for the two of you.

Parked a bit away from the actual beach, you had a perfect view at the waves but without heating, the van cooled down as quickly as the outside temperature.

“It’s getting kind of cold… Do you want me to get another blanket?”, you asked Kika who was, like you, sitting on the mattress with a thin blanket wrapped around herself.

“Uhm… sure.“, she nodded.

Wordlessly, you got up and pulled out another blanket.

“Here you go.“

“Come here, we can share this one.“, Kika decided as she unfolded it and gently placed it over both of your legs once you sat back down.

“Thanks. Who thought it would be this cold in our van at night?”, you asked while sucking in a breath.

Kika laughed: “Definitely not me.“

“Me neither. But now we know.“, you joined the laughter, shaking your head about how unprepared you both were.

“We do. Are you still cold?”, Kika asked while her eyes searched your face.

Your grip tightened around the edges of your blanket, a desperate attempt to keep your hands from shivering: “No…“

Kika clearly looked right through your lie. “Move over.“, she demanded.

You did as you were told while the football player moved closer, pulling you into her.

You cheeks started to burn which you chalked up to Kikas body heat.

“Why are you so hot?”, you laughed.

“I’m Portuguese.“, she replied plainly, shrugging.

“Of course.“

“That must be it.“, she grinned.

“Appreciate the heat though.“, you answered, finally laying down. Kika did the same, never letting go of you.

For the shortest moment, you thought you would both fall asleep until you could feel the football player stir close to you. Her chest was so close to yours that you could essentially feel her rapid heartbeat against your ribcage.

“Why are you so nervous? Can’t you sleep?“

“I..no. There’s something else I’d like to do.”, Kika admitted quietly in the dark.

“What’d you like to do?”, you asked her nervously.

“I’d like to kiss you.”, the forward confessed.

“What about the being friends talk from earlier?”, you raised an eyebrow.

“Well, what about we stop being friends and start dating.”, she suggested boldly.

“You mean like Marta and Caro, Mapi and Ingrid.”, you began listing the couples in the team with your fingers.

“Yes.”

“I like that. So, you didn’t mind when I glanced at you earlier.”, you realized.

“No, not at all.”, Kika insisted.

“I want to kiss you too.”, you smiled sheepishly at her.

“When what are you waiting for.”, the brunette chuckled.

You didn’t need more than this, you left a featherlight kiss on her lips. “Do you want more?”, you gave her a challenging look.

“Please.”, she responded promptly. Now it was Kika who entangled you in a kiss. The Portuguese tasted like never-ending summer; the warmth spread through your whole body chasing the cold away.

“Wait, so you’re together now?”, Keira’s question brought you back to the present evening.

“Jep, we’re.”, Kika confirmed with a proud grin on her lips.

“If you hurt y/n, Kika…”, Alexia warned her.

“Stop, Ale. You’re neither my mami nor my big sister.”, you interrupted the captain annoyed.

“I promise I’ll not hurt her. I couldn’t be happier.”, your girlfriend declared solemnly.

“Good.”, the blonde nodded satisfied.

“You can calm down now.”, you rolled your eyes at her.

“We should order another round of drinks.”, Mapi suggested enthusiastically.

“Sounds like a good idea.” Kika waited until everyone had a newly filled glass in their hands to toast. “Cheers to the power of love and friendship.”

“To another Barca couple.”, the defender from Zaragoza added smirking.

“You look like a proud aunt.”, Ingrid observed smiling.

“I feel like one.”, Mapi acknowledged, resting her head on her girlfriend’s shoulder.

The rest of the evening was a joyful time with teammates who become friends and some of them lovers.

“And that’s a wrap.”, your girlfriend confirmed once she took a mirror selfie which had the whole team in it.

Slowly each of the women went down a different road which would lead them home so by the end of your walk it was only Kika and you walking hand in hand through the streets which were lit by the lamplights.

“That was nice.”, you hummed.

“Agreed, come on time to go home, meu amor.”, she replied. At the end of the road, you both knew that your place was waiting for you.

“I’m coming.”, you told her, almost running now, because you couldn’t wait to be in the four walls you called your home now with the woman you loved.

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zoofzoofxx · 1 year ago

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„OH MY GOD THAT’S JOOST KLEIN!”

(pt.1?????)

Pairing - Joost Klein x Fem!reader

Summary - As you and your little sister walk home, you notice a commotion near a car where a group of people is shouting excitedly. Your sister catches the name of a famous singer and eagerly wants his autograph. However, Joost seems more intrigued by you and proposes a compromise.

Genre - Fluff

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"Thank you very much,” I heard my sister express while embracing me. We were presently walking home; the evening was approaching, and we still had quite a lengthy distance to my flat. Several months back, I turned 22 and purchased a lovely apartment and moved out from my parents. My sister recently turned 16, so I invited her to my flat for the weekend, to go shopping, and then enjoy a delightful dinner as a gift. We were discussing the time my sister prefers to depart tomorrow because the journey to my parents' home is rather lengthy. Suddenly, we heard a cluster of individuals shouting and congregating near a rather luxurious car.

"What is happening back there?" my sister asked, wanting to go and see, but I grabbed her arm. "Let’s just go," I said while pulling her.

“JOOST CAN I HAVE AN AUTOGRAPH?!” “JOOST KLEIN PLEASE SIGN THIS!” “SMILE JOOST I’M MAKING A BEREAL!!!”

"Wait, was that Joost Klein?!" In a matter of seconds, my sister was by the car, fangirling like the rest of the group.

"Lorelei, let's just head back, I'm exhausted," I expressed, pulling on her jumper. The surroundings began to darken, and I had forgotten to bring a coat or a hoodie, assuming we'd return home early, but the chill was intensifying by the minute. I started to rub my hands together to generate some warmth. Lorelei continued to call out for the Dutch man who was sitting in his car, disregarding my words. I let out a sigh and decided to wait for her to meet Joost before we could head home. As time passed, the crowd dwindled, with many leaving, yet a few lingered. Eventually, it was Lorelei's turn, and she seized my wrist, pulling me along for moral support.

"HI JOOST, I’M SUCH A BIG FAN!" my little sister exclaimed. Joost chuckled at her excitement until his friend nudged him and pointed directly at me.

“Ey zij is echt mooi! (Ey she’s really beautiful!)” His friend grinned at me. I felt puzzled, so I returned the smile. Joost gazed at me, and we locked eyes for a moment before he looked away.

“Inderdaad. (Indeed.)” Joost said while nodding to his friend and then turning back to me.

"Feeling chilly?" the blond guy inquired, swinging open his car door and walking towards me. As he towered over me, he took a cigarette from his pocket and ignited it. He took a drag, glanced away, removed the cigarette from his lips, and exhaled the smoke. Then, he locked eyes with me, placed the cigarette back between his lips, and waited for a reply. I was at a loss for words. In the background, I caught my sister's amused chuckle, and I noticed a few onlookers capturing this moment on film.

“I’m not cold.” I say looking away. Joost didn’t hesitate to grab my hand.

"False. Your nose is pink and your hands are chilly. And I saw you rubbing your hands and attempting to heat yourself up," the blond man remarked as his strong Dutch accent was evident. He chuckled, unzipping and removing his coat, then passing it to me.

"I-I can't accept that," I stammered, motioning for him to put his jacket back on, but he remained still. My sister gently nudged me, signaling to take the jacket. I glanced at her, seeing her thumbs up, and suddenly, it felt like I was back in high school chatting with my crush and getting support from my best friend. Joost nodded for me to accept his jacket. After a moment of hesitation, I finally took it. He blew the smoke in another direction, placed the cigarette back between his lips, and helped me zip up my jacket. The scent of his expensive cologne filled my lungs. He turned to my sister with a smile clapping his hands together.

“Sooo… You wanted a picture and an autograph?”He inquired of her, and she enthusiastically nodded. He strolled back to his vehicle while his friends chuckled. He retrieved a sheet of paper and a pen, passing them to my sister.

“Can you write your sister her phone number?” He said gazing at me, giving me a wink as I averted my gaze sensing that my face would blush a light shade of pink. My sibling didn't even pause. She penned down the phone digits and aimed to pass it over but halted him.

"I want a hug too," she utters, and he chuckles.

"Let’s compromise, will you write her name and surname for a hug?" He said pointing at me, as I could hear his friends laugh, and I buried my face in my hands due to embarrassment. I could also sense the excitement among Joost's supporters who were laughing heartily.

"Of course! Her name is Y/n!" She mentioned writing something down and passing the paper and pen to him without any delay to offer her a significant, extended embrace. I caught her whispering something, and he burst into loud laughter. I simply grinned, relishing the sight of my sister's joy. Joost murmured something in return, and Lorelei stepped back and approached me. She began to quietly murmur something in my ear.

“No way-.” I said backing away and furrowing my brows.

"Please for my birthday!" She pleads, casting me those adorable puppy eyes.

"No Lorelei, that's an excessive request," I utter firmly, feeling utterly exhausted.

"Please." Joost emerged alongside my sister, giving me pleading eyes. I turned my head and exhaled deeply.

"What will you receive in exchange?" I inquire, exhaling and turning towards my sister.

"A meet and greet for an hour after his concert," she says, pleading with me and giving me those puppy eyes. I sigh and walk over to Joost, who's already lowering himself to my height. I glance at my sister, who's holding her phone out, waiting for the perfect photo opportunity. I just shake my head no, and she pouts. Looking at Joost, I notice he's smiling, his cigarette is gone. As I get a closer look, I realize he's actually really handsome. He gives me one last look and winks. I give him a light peck on his cheek, leaving a faint pink mark. The people around us go wild, especially his friends in the car. I glance at my sister, who's snapping a picture. I furrow my brows and turn back to Joost. His expression is gentle, and he's blushing, as am I.

"You smell pleasant." He chuckled, and I playfully hit his shoulder.

"Lorelei, go get the autograph and the image, and let's head back." I express, glancing at Lorelei as if nothing has happened. My sibling nodded, and a short while later, she bid her final farewell. Joost walked towards me, coming closer with outstretched arms for an embrace. I embraced him, then stepped back and started unzipping the coat Joost had given me.

"What are you up to?" He inquires as I glance up at him.

"Returning your coat. I'm warm, and it belongs to you," I mention, but he took my hand halfway and zips it back up.

"Take it, please, I insist." He casts those pleading puppy eyes once more. I exhaled in surrender, feeling weary and not in the mood for a conversation with anyone at the moment.

“Jij bent echt schattig. (You are really cute)” he said and I tilted my head to the side in confusion and he grinned. Embracing me once more and walking back into his car.

“Ik hou van jou! (I love you!)” Lorelei mentions, and Joost chuckles while glancing at the paper my sister handed him earlier.

“Ik hou van Y/n. (I love Y/n.)” He speaks, and my sister shrieks and pinched my arm while I remain confused. I simply grasp my sister's shoulder, and we depart. Glancing back one last time, I notice Joost Klein still gazing at me with a smile. He winks, offers a small wave, and raises his phone, indicating that I should check mine. I acknowledge with a nod, thumbs up, and a wave as we turn the corner..

After a few minutes of silence I heard a phone notification coming from my phone.

“Send me a message once you arrive home safely with your little sister.”

I passed my phone to my little sister so she could check the message, and she burst into screams of excitement once more. After what seemed like an eternity, we arrived at my place. Then, I heard yet another notification, this time from Instagram.

“@joostklein ✓ started following you.”

As we stepped into my apartment, the initial thing Lorelei did was play the track "Buurman Uit Berlijn" by Joost Klein and MCR-T. I strolled into my room and overheard my sister say:

"Y/n, remember to reply to Joost!" I just sighed and took my phone, sending him a brief message saying: "we got back home alright, appreciate the autograph and photo with my sister."

In less than 10 seconds, Joost replied, saying: "I have a lipstick mark on my cheek, thanks for that and the hug. You smell really good. If I were you, I'd check the jackets right pocket. I left a little surprise." With my toothbrush in my mouth, I headed to the living room, picked up the neatly folded jacket, and looked through the pockets. It was a letter that said ‘Y/n’ I opened it and inside were 2 passes for the Eurovision Song Contest… I almost chocked on my toothbrush, quickly grabbed my phone, and messaged Joost: “When did you slip those in!?” I hit send quickly and immediately got a reply: “When we embraced. Give one pass to your sister. I'll cover the flight and hotel, unless you'd like to stay with me in the same hotel room ;)” I knitted my brows in confusion. I hastily texted him: “I'm truly grateful. Goodnight.” And received a swift response: “Slaapzacht schat. (Sleep tight darling.)” I just left him on read going into sleep thinking about the kiss with Joost.

A/n- HELP THIS WAS MY FIRST STORY EVER ON TUMBLR DON’T HATE PLS 😭 HAVE A NICE DAY YA’LL 😊☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️

#JUSTICE FOR JOOST

#x fem!reader #x female reader #x you #x y/n #fluff #joostkleinxreader #justice for joost #stand with joost #joostice #joost #joost klein #compromise #cute #couple #free joost #joost klein x you

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delusionalbitchinthehouse · 3 months ago

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The quints being fed up with the fire bunch's antics because they're very important to me.

"Have I ever told you fire ghouls are the bane of my existence ?" Omega hums conversationally, carefully wrapping Alpha's sprained wrist. Aether glances up from where he's wiping the blood off Ifrit's forehead, half smile pulling at his lips.

"No, but please, elaborate."

"Well, you see," Omega sighs, handing Phantom tweezers so they can take out the glass shards stuck in Dew's forearm, "they have this habit of roughousing anytime, anywhere, no matter what's around them-"

"Even in the kitchen," Phantom adds sagely, tutting disapprovingly at every low hiss from Dew each time another piece of what used to be a cookie jar is extracted from his flesh. Aether nods, tilting a bashful Ifrit's head this way and that, making sure he hasn't missed any cuts.

"Mmh, true. And sometimes, they kind of forget how strong they are," Aether sighs, with a weighted glance at Ifrit, holding his jaw firmly to stop him from flinching away from the sting of antiseptic, "leading them to throw a glass jar at their fellow ghoul hard enough for it to shatter on said fellow ghoul arm-"

"I thought Dew would catch it !" Ifrit whines, lower lips jutting out in a frankly adorable pout.

"How the fuck was I suppose to catch that, you threw a meteor at me dude, I finally got to feel what dinosaurs felt before going extinct-" Dew protests, yelping when his agitation earns him a slap on the wrist from Phantom.

Alpha snickers.

"If you had just shared the cookies with me like I politely asked, none of this would have happened."

Aether raises an eyebrow, sharing a glance with Omega above the rim of their respective glasses. "Politely", yeah right. They don't even need Dew's indignant splutter to know that's bullshit.

"Motherfucker you sprained your wrist trying to rip the jar from Ifrit's arm ! He wouldn't even had thrown it at me in the first place if you hadn't jumped him !"

Phantom huffs, rolling their eyes as they apply steri strips on Dew's cuts, before handing them to Aether so he can do the same with Ifrit's forehead.

"And how did you end up with those, then ?" Aether inquires, pushing Ifrit's hair out of the way, the light touch to his scalp instantly making the fire ghoul's tail wag despite the pink crawling up his cheek.

Alpha snorts.

"He whacked his head against the table's corner trying to pick up the broken glass, then slipped and fell face first in said broken glass."

"You're fucking lucky it's only a few shallow cuts," Aether grumbles, inspecting his work as Ifrit rests his chin on his sternum, arms coming to wrap around his middle with an apologetic chirp. Alpha's still snickering despite Dew's attempts to kick him.

"I wouldn't act so smug, Al," Omega points out, "it's your right wrist, it's going to be a pain in the ass to navigate for a few days."

Dew sneers at the oldest fire ghoul from where he managed to wrap his legs around Phantom's waist while they were working on his arm.

"Good luck jerking off, asshole."

Alpha only shrugs, taking a hold of Omega's belt buckle to drag him closer.

"I know it's a foreign thought for you, but you don't necessarily need your own hand to get off, right, Megs ? You'd know it if you got any bitches, Dewy."

It's Ifrit's turn to snort.

"At least we don't have a stick so far up our asses we'd rather get our guts rearranged than have a conversation about feelings-"

"I'll rearrange your guts, kit, not in the fun way I'm warning you-"

"All bark no bite," Dew sing-songs.

"Enough !" Omega snaps, looking as exhausted as Aether feels, pinching the bridge of his nose. Phantom, face in their hand, is probably regretting ever deciding to join the other quints at the infirmary.

"If you three disasters of hellborn beings don't pull yourself together, I swear I will have you picking up extra chores, I'm not kidding," Omega warns, glaring a the three ghouls mopping on their respective seats, "now get out of here and be mindful of your injuries. I better not hear of a single commotion you were part of, understood ?"

Grumbling agreements, the three fire ghouls get up, dragging their feet. Ifrit takes the time to nuzzle Aether's shoulder, mumbling soft thanks and pressing a kiss right under his jaw, Dew tussles Phantom's hair affectionately, and even Alpha grumpily presses his forehead to Omega's before leaving.

They barely crossed the infirmary's threshold, though, that the three quints can clearly hear Alpha laughing.

"Ifrit looks like he fought with a box of band aids and lost."

"I'll kick your ass."

"Bite him while you're at it."

"Come at me baby fires, i'll wipe the floor with you two-"

The sighs Phantom let out comes straight from their soul. Omega, deadpaning, takes his glasses off, mimicked by Aether, who's now daydreaming of his bed.

"Bane of my fucking existence."

#i just think the quints are SO DONE #fire ghouls are disasters and I stand by that #omega ghoul #alpha ghoul #aether ghoul #ifrit ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #phantom ghoul #nameless ghouls #the band ghost

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little-hermit-crab56 · 2 years ago

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I've been writing for a while so I thought I'd share some writing tips I've learned along the way.

1. Never sacrifice the flow for a quirky line.

That bit of dialogue or flowery paragraph you really like but it kinda disrupts the flow? Scrap it. I know it hurts, but you need to. If you really want to keep it, find somewhere else to put it where it actually fits in.

2. Dialogue is a dance.

Dialogue should go at the pace of an actual conversation, back and forth with little breaks and pauses. Add as little dialogue tags as possible while still making it clear who is speaking. You can also describe what is happening during a pause in the conversation rather than saying they paused, unless the pause is important.

3. Show don't tell is a guideline, not a rule.

Show don't tell is a very useful guideline, but if you're ALWAYS showing it can get exhausting to read. Skip the boring bits and just tell us what happened, then we can get to the good stuff.

4. If it's boring to write, it's probably boring to read.

If you can cut out a whole scene with little consequence to the story, you probably should. As I said before, you don't always have to show us, you can always tell us.

5. Everything needs to have a purpose.

I know there are probably lots of interesting or cute scenes where your characters are just fucking around, but if it doesn't develop character, relations, conflict, or plot, why should we care? Definitely still write them if they make you happy, but if you're gonna add it to your final draft, make sure it matters.

6. You don't need to explain everything all at once.

I know it feels tempting to put all the lore, and all the character's intentions, and reasonings into the first few chapters, but please refrain, you can reserve that for your character and worldbuilding sheets. Instead, take the time to let us get to know the characters, and the world, in the same way we'd get to know a real person. Make your exposition as seamless and natural as possible. It will take practice to know when to reveal information and when to let us wonder, but you'll get there.

7. Write in a way that comes naturally.

I know you probably have an author you wanna write just like, but that is unlikely to happen. Embrace your natural writing style and perfect it, rather than trying to be something you're not. Writing is an art, you need to find your own style and polish it as best you can.

8. Try to make us feel connected by cutting out certain words like "felt".

"Chad felt like a glass of water." Can be replaced with, "Chad was thirsty, so he reached for a glass of water." Both sentences tell us Chad wants a glass of water, but one makes us feel more connected to Chad than the other. Though both sentences have their time and place, you want to make your audience feel as close to their protagonist as possible. Make them feel like they're there, rather than just an onlooker.

9. We don't need to know every physical detail of your character.

I know you probably spent ages creating the perfect characters and you want to give us the perfect image of what they look like, but it can get monotonous and boring, why do we care that your character has brown eyes unless the colour has some sort of significance? Try to list off only the most notable features of your character and put focus only on the relevant details. Sometimes you can even not describe them at all and throw in little bits of information about their appearance for the audience to put together. We read to imagine, not to have a perfect image painted for us when we could be getting to the plot.

10. You're allowed to be vague.

Allow your audience to assume things, with some things you can just be lazy and let your audience's imagination do the work for you. Of course, don't do this with important things, but you can save so much time you might've spent researching an irrelevant topic when you can just be vague about it. You don't have to know everything you're writing about, so long as you know the bits that matter.

11. Writing is a skill that takes practice.

Don't be so hard on yourself if your writing is a bit cringe, we've all been there. The important part is that you research how to get better and keep writing those super cringe chapters. One day you'll reread something from a while ago and realize you're actually not as bad as you thought.

12. Leave your work to rest.

I know you wanna start editing right away, but once you've finished, leave it for at least a month. The longer you leave it the better, but that depends on your attention span. A month to six months is good if you're really impatient but want a good result. If you keep writing in that time your skills will continue to improve, then you'll be editing that draft with fresh eyes and fresh skills.

And if you're a fanfic author, I usually leave my chapters for a week before editing and posting.

Hope this helps anyone struggling, I thought this might be especially relevant now with nanowrimo.

I recently realized how much knowledge I've been accumulating over the years, I definitely have more but this is all I can think of for now.

I'm no writing guru, but if anyone has anything they're struggling with, I can do my best to help you out, so dont hesitate to ask questions.

#writing tips #nanowrimo #story writing #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writerscommunity #writing #writer

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greengoblinswifey · 7 months ago

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Dark Paradise—JJ Maybank x Pogue!Reader

summary— in a foreign land far from home, you’re forced to say goodbye to your love. as grief consumes you, you cling to the hope that your souls will find each other again, no matter the distance, no matter the life.

warnings— season 4 part 2 spoilers, death, angst.

a/n— still not over JJ’s death, won’t ever be.

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The world around you felt suffocating. The distant sound of the strange land and faint sobs from the others faded into nothingness. All you could hear was your own ragged breathing, choked sobs breaking through as you cradled JJ's lifeless body in your arms.

“JJ, no,” you whispered, voice trembling as your fingers brushed against his face. His skin, once warm and full of life, was cold under your touch. His golden hair was damp with sweat, clinging to his forehead in messy strands that you once loved to push back with teasing affection. “Please, wake up. You always wake up.”

But he didn’t.

You leaned over him, your tears falling onto his face like raindrops. His chest, which had always risen and fallen so rhythmically, stayed still. You couldn’t stop your hands from shaking as you pressed them to his heart. Nothing.

“No, no, no. JJ, you don’t get to do this,” you said, voice cracking, desperation clawing at your throat. You shook him lightly, as though you could jolt him back to life. “You don’t get to leave me. You promised me, JJ. You promised we'd always make it back home.”

But there was no home without him.

The memories came flooding back, crashing into you with the force of a tidal wave. His wild laughter as he leaned against his bike, the wind whipping through his hair as he drove you both down the Cut. The way his lips would curl into a cocky grin whenever he caught you staring at him for too long. The way he always had your back, no matter what chaos surrounded you.

And his hands — oh, God, his hands. They had always been there to catch you, to hold you steady when the world felt too heavy. Now, those same hands lay limp and lifeless.

You curled into him, your forehead pressing against his. “You always said you’d wipe my tears, JJ,”’you whispered. “So why aren’t you here now? Why aren’t you wiping them away?”

Your mind played cruel tricks, replaying all the times you’d fought together, laughed together, survived together. All the times you made it back safely to the Cut, bruised and battered but alive. This time was different. You couldn’t wrap your head around it. He wasn’t coming back.

Sarah’s muffled sobs reached your ears, and you vaguely felt John B’s hand on your shoulder, trying to pull you away. “We have to go,” he said softly, his voice thick with grief.

"I’m not leaving him!" you screamed, your voice echoing into the endless dark of the night.

“You’re going to have to,” John B said, tears streaming down his face as he pulled harder. “He’s gone.” His own voice was laced with disbelief.

The words cut through you like a knife. He’s gone.

“No!” you screamed, your voice raw. “He’s not gone! He’s just—just hurt. He’ll be okay. He always is!”

But even as you said the words, you knew they weren’t true. He wasn’t coming back. You pressed your forehead against his one last time, your tears soaking his hair.

“I love you,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “I love you, JJ. And I don’t know how to do this without you.”

You sobbed harder, clutching onto JJ as though holding him tighter could somehow pull him back to you. But deep down, you knew. No amount of crying, no amount of screaming, would bring him back. He wasn’t going to open those bright blue eyes and crack some stupid joke to lighten the mood. He wasn’t going to smirk and tell you to stop crying because, “Tears don’t look good on you, baby.”

It was over.

JJ had been your paradise, your home, your light in the dark. And now, he was gone.

Forever.

You wanted to believe you’d see him again, that somehow, somewhere, he’d still be waiting for you with that crooked smile and those bright blue eyes. But for now, all you had was the ache in your chest and the memories that refused to fade.

JJ Maybank was gone.

And so was a piece of you.

The grave was small, shallow, hastily dug in the foreign soil. A makeshift wooden cross stood at the head of it, his name carved into the wood by John B’s trembling hands. The cross looked crude, unfinished, like it didn’t belong to someone as full of life as JJ.

You stood frozen, your feet anchored in the sand as if any step closer would make this all too real. The wind kicked up grains of sand around you, stinging your cheeks, but you didn’t care. Your gaze was fixed on the dirt they were about to pile over his body, the final separation between you and him.

The others stood nearby, their faces tear-streaked and hollow. John B was clinging to Sarah, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs. Pope had his arm around Cleo and Kiara had tears streaming down her face, her hand covering her mouth to stifle the sobs.

“JJ always said he wasn’t afraid of anything,” Pope said, his voice hoarse and cracking as he tried to find the words. “He was fearless. And I guess, in a way, he still is. Wherever he is now, I know he’s—I know he’s free.”

Kie stepped forward, her voice trembling as she said, “You were our brother, JJ. Our family. And I promise we’ll keep fighting for you, no matter what. You’d hate it if we gave up now.”

You couldn’t move. The lump in your throat was too big, the weight in your chest unbearable. How could they talk about him in past tense like this? How could they just accept it?

Your knees buckled, and you fell to the ground in front of his grave, your fingers digging into the dirt as if you could pull him back up, as if he were just a little too far beneath the surface.

“This isn’t real,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “This can’t be real. JJ, you, you’re supposed to be here. With me. With us.”

Your hands trembled as you pressed your palms to the ground, trying to feel something, anything. “You said we’d always make it back, remember? You promised!”

But the sand beneath your hands was silent.

John B knelt beside you, placing a hand on your shoulder. “We have to let him go,” he said softly, his own voice raw with grief.

You shook your head violently, tears streaming down your face. “No! I’m not letting him go. I can’t.”

The others watched as your sobs filled the air, a sound so broken it made Cleo turn away, unable to bear it.

As the first handful of dirt hit the grave, something inside you shattered. You collapsed to the ground, your cheek pressing against the warm sand as you screamed his name, screamed until your voice gave out.

“Every time I close my eyes, it’s like a dark paradise.” The song’s lyrics echoed in your head, mocking you with their cruel truth. JJ was your paradise, your light in all the chaos, and now, without him, everything was dark.

The desert wind carried your cries, blending them with the grief of your friends as they said goodbye to the boy who had kept them laughing, kept them fighting, kept them alive.

The grave stood lonely and out of place in the arid Moroccan desert, so far from the marshy shores of the Cut that had shaped him, nurtured him, and kept him tethered to his home. This wasn’t Poguelandia. This wasn’t the dock where he used to sit for hours, feet dangling off the edge, or the familiar roads he sped down with reckless abandon on that beat-up bike. It wasn’t even near his house, if you could call it that, where the broken windows and peeling paint still held memories of the boy who made the most of nothing.

He didn’t belong here, buried in foreign soil so far away.

“How will your soul find me, J?” you whispered, voice trembling as your knees sank into the sand beside his grave. “How am I supposed to leave you here?”

The wind carried your words into the vast expanse, your grief disappearing into the endless sky. The thought crushed you, his body trapped in this foreign land, while you would have to carry his memory back without him. You hated it. Hated that you couldn’t take him home.

Tears blurred your vision as you traced his name on the makeshift wooden cross. It didn’t seem fair, not for JJ. Not for someone who burned so brightly, who carried you all through your darkest moments. The boy who swore he’d never leave.

“I’ll find you, you know,” you said, your voice cracking. “Even if it’s not in this life, I’ll find you. You and me, we’re tethered. We always will be. No matter how far you are, I’ll wait for you.”

But the thought of waiting, of the long journey his soul would have to take to find yours again, made you sob even harder. The journey would be so long, so cruel. He deserved to rest somewhere familiar, somewhere safe. Somewhere he could always find his way home.

You pressed your hands into the warm sand, the heat burning into your skin. “I’m sorry I have to leave you here,” you choked out. “I hate it. I hate that you’re not buried on Poguelandia, where you belong. I hate that you’re not near the water, near your house, near us.”

The others stood quietly behind you, their grief palpable but unable to match the hollow ache inside your chest. No one knew JJ like you did. No one had seen him in those quiet moments when it was just the two of you, when he wiped your tears away and whispered that you’d always have him.

Now, your tears fell freely, soaking into the sand, and there was no one to wipe them away.

Your fingers dug into the dirt, desperate for something to hold onto. You didn’t want to leave him behind, but you had no choice. Morocco would keep him now, this strange and foreign land that didn’t know the sound of his laugh or the way his smile lit up a room.

“Promise me,” you whispered to the grave, the words catching in your throat. “Promise me you’ll find me J, even if it takes forever.”

The makeshift cross stood still in the desert wind, offering no answer.

You stayed on the ground for what felt like hours, forehead pressed against the sand, as if you could anchor yourself to him one last time. Somewhere in your heart, you knew you’d see him again. Whether it was in this life or the next, you and JJ were bound together, tethered by something even death couldn’t sever.

But as the others gently pulled you away, their hands guiding you back, you realized the weight of leaving him here would stay with you forever. JJ wasn’t just gone. He was gone from you.

And as you walked away from his grave, the distant hum of the wind in your ears, you whispered one last time:

“I’ll find you. No matter what.”

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mysteryshoptls · 3 months ago

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SSR Grim - Blazing Jewel Vignette

"We'll cheer the loudest"

[Sewing Room]

Grim: This is where they're making the outfits for that Blazing Jewel music performance thing, right?

Grim: Crowley said the staff had to go to a meeting, so he's asked us to get everyone's measurements…

Grim: But no one's here, even though it's time for them to show up. They're all late!

???: Urgh… Nnnn…

Grim: Hm? Did you just say something?

1. Nope, nothing. 2. Wasn't that you?

???: Hhhhhhnnnng…!

[Lilia drags Idia in]

Idia: I don't wanna! There's too many people! I wanna go back to my room!

Lilia: You've already come all the way here, steel yourself, already. C'mon everyone, into the room, let's go.

Rook: Why, hello there, Trickster. And you as well, Monsieur Furball. Did we keep you waiting?

Cater: I know they said for all the juniors to come at this time to get measured for the upcoming performance…

Trey: But no matter how long we waited, we couldn't get the full party together. We had to go out searching for the guys who didn't show up.

Malleus: I received no notification of any measurements that were to take place.

Vil: That's just because you didn't see the message sent to your phone.

Leona: Ugh, this is more than a pain… We're here already, so let's get it over with.

Lilia: No need to rush! I know I can't wait to see all our matching outfits. I've been excited ever since I saw the designs drawn out.

Cater: Riiiight～? I bet we'd be a huge hit just standing around ♪ I bet we'd even hit the trending posts on Magicam!

Rook: Aaah, yes… To see every one shine brightly like a jewel under the bright lights… Just imagining it is beauté!

[chatter, chatter]

Grim: Hrrnn…

Grim: Hrrnnnngggh…!

1. What's wrong? 2. Oh, that look means…

Leona: Hey, now. Don't tell me this furball's jealous of us now, right?

Grim: I'M SO JEALOUS, YEAH!!!

Trey: That was surprisingly honest of you. …But actually, we thought you'd say that.

Grim: Huh?

Malleus: Here is a gift from us to both Grim and [Yuu].

Grim: Eh? Huh…Huh!?

Grim: MY OUTFIT'S SO COOL!!

1. Awesome! 2. We're matching!

Grim: HEY, YOU GOT CHANGED TOO!! You're second coolest-looking, next to me.

Grim: Hm? Hey, this outfit looks exactly like what they're wearing during the Blazing Jewel thing.

Idia: Wh-When we heard about the performance, it came up… That Grim-shi'd probably be jealous… Heh.

Lilia: So, we ended up deciding to give you two the Blazing Jewel outfits as a gift.

Trey: Crewel-sensei had a hand in making these, so it's not like they're magic that'll fade after a while. Don't worry.

Vil: I'll tell you this; a performance isn't just wearing fancy outfits and standing on a stage. A costume does not make or break anything.

Vil: …Having said that, we did think you deserved an appropriate reward for everything. Plus, it would be troublesome if Grim were to throw a tantrum.

Cater: Both of you look way better than I imagined! So cute～!

Leona: Hah, let's see if their insides match the outsides. You better be just as bright and energetic as the clothes you're wearing.

Grim: Myahaha! I'm so happy to get these cool clothes!

Grim: Isn't this great?

1. Thank you so much! 2. I can't wait for the performance!

Malleus: Yes, of course. I am elated you are pleased with this, more than anything. It means it was worth our preparation.

Grim: …Now that I think of it, how'd you get the right sizes for us? I don't remember getting measured, but it fits perfectly.

Rook: Oh, yes! I provided them both of your measurements down to the first decimal. No need to fret.

Grim: H-How'd you know that!? That's creepy…!

Everyone: Hahahah.

Idia: …Eh? If that's all that was needed to be done, I didn't need to come here, right!?

[Sewing Room]

Grim: La-dee-dum～

1. You're in a good mood.

Grim: Myahaha! It's awesome that we get to wear these awesome clothes.

2. La-la-dee～

Grim: Myaha! Looks like you're just as happy to be wearing these awesome clothes.

Grim: I wanna show these off to everyone! I hope someone shows up soon.

[door slams open]

Floyd: 'Scuuuuse me!

Riddle: Why are you kicking open a door that is not even unlocked!? You lack even the most common sensibilities!

Grim: Th-The sudden noises scared the stuffing outta me… Hey, you should just come in like a normal person!

Jade: It seems Floyd is causing trou… Oh? Why, the two of you look absolutely dazzling.

1. Thank you. 2. Don't be silly…

Ruggie: Are all those shining things real gemstones? What are they? From where? How many carats? Wait, do I get some too!?

Kalim: That's the Blazing Jewel outfit, right? It's pretty… But don't you think it'd be even flashier if we deck it out with even more gems!?

Silver: Kalim, we cannot do that.

Silver: If the clothes are weighed down, it would affect our dancing.

Jamil: That's not the main issue here… And now Kalim's looking like that was the perfect explanation…

Azul: These outfits are property of our esteemed academy. I would recommend returning it in the same condition you received it, without adding nor removing any decorations.

Floyd: Ahahah, both Shrimpy-chan and Seal-chan look like penguins in that getup. It's a nice change from usual.

Grim: Myaha, right? The juniors made 'em for us!

Kalim: We're gonna get our measurements now, and get to wear those same outfits during the performance, right? I'm super excited to be matching with everyone!

Ruggie: But, y'know… Grim-kun, can ya even take our measurements?

Jamil: Haha, true! Will you be able to measure our shoulder width with those little paws of yours?

Grim: Don't make fun with me! It'll be easy for me to do.

Grim: I just gotta made this measuring tape float with magic, just like Hornton and the others did earlier…

Grim: Myah!? I-It's not moving… Why's it not moving!?

Grim: But they were able to keep it moving so easily before!

Jade: Perhaps it has to do with a difference in ability. What a shame, Grim-kun. Oh, you poor thing.

Grim: Eeeeehhhh!

Riddle: Goodness… There's no need to tease him so. Grim, calm down and imagine the clothes you want to make.

Jamil: That's right. As long as you can picture what outfit you need to make, the measuring tape should move to where it needs to to get the measurements.

Azul: You have [Yuu]-san right in front of you to provide you with an example of the outfit, as well. Look at them, and try again.

Grim: Hrrrgh… That's still hard!

Ruggie: It's lookin' like it'll be quicker if [Yuu]-kun'd measure us by hand. Here, take the tape. Let's get this done with already.

Grim: What!? Then let's have a race to see who's faster, me with my magic, or my lil' hench-human with their hands!

Floyd: Mmkay, then I guess I'll play the guy who gets in both of your ways～ It ain't exciting otherwise, right?

1. This'll be rough… 2. Can I even win…?

Silver: I'll help you, [Yuu]. You've always helped me when I've needed it.

Riddle: Then, I shall help Grim with his magic. Now then, everyone line up!

Kalim: 'Kaaay. Come on, Azul, line up with us!

Azul: No, thank you, I will measure myself, so… Wah, don't push me!

[Jade pushes Azul]

Jade: Come now! We have no time to dally. Kalim-san, I hope you don't mind us squeezing in next to you.

Grim: Picture the outfit, picture the outfit… Okay, let's go! Myaaaah!

[Sewing Room]

Ace: Hey, hey, the measuring tape is a little too slack. There's nooo way you're getting the right measurements, are you?

Grim: Stop whining! If you got a problem with it, do it yourself!

Deuce: Ouch, who just threw that measuring tape!? Oh, no… Now I've forgotten the numbers I was going to write down…!

Ortho: What an unproductive fight. How do they not tire of it when they get nothing out of something so useless?

1. I'm already used to it. 2. It's definitely something to wonder about.

Jack: Well, anyway, I know I was surprised when we walked into the sewing room and saw [Yuu] and Grim in that sharp outfit.

Grim: Yeah! Doesn't this awesome get-up totally stun ya?

Epel: Yep. The design's pretty cool, and the jewels on it are so sparkly. You guys look rad!

Sebek: Could you have possibly expressed your thoughts any less elegantly? It is a dignified attire. There is absolutely no doubt in my mind that it will suit my liege well!

Ace: There goes the Draconian again… Anyway, even if we get these outfits done, that's not all there is, right? How's everyone's performance practice going?

Epel: Hehe… I'm glad you asked. Obviously, Pomefiore is absolutely ready to go.

Deuce: Pomefiore might be a tough opponent, but we're no slackers ourselves. Our song's real awesome, especially with all our voices combined!

Sebek: Hah, I doubt it is anything worthwhile. You shall all kneel before our singing, led by Malleus-sama himself!

Ortho: Haha, you're so funny. I don't think you'll be able to keep saying that once you see me and my brother's full combo.

Jack: If we're talking teamwork, then we'd be the number one contender. We'll show you all with our perfectly in-sync dancing.

Grim: Everyone's all confident in themselves, but I really don't know if they're really ready…

Grim: We gotta supervise them good, [Yuu]!

1. We got this! 2. Let's do our best!

Ace: Ey, you guys look raring to go. Just try and keep that up for the actual Blazing Jewel performance, 'kay?

Epel: You'll be cheering on Pomefiore, right? I'm counting on you!

Sebek: Absolutely not. You should give your loudest cheers for Diasomnia. You understand, right, human!?

1. Which to pick…? 2. Hard to choose…

Grim: Yeah, you're right.

Grim: I can't figure out who to pick, so we'll cheer the loudest for whoever gives me the most tuna cans. Myaha!

Jack: Don't be trying to make a deal out of this. Be fair about it.

Ortho: Heheh. I'm really excited for the performance, yeah… But I also like preparing for it with everyone like this.

Deuce: Yeah. After working so hard and so long to get ready for the performance with everyone in the dorms, it feels like the big show'll be here any day now.

Grim: Whew, it's finally done. They were all sooo noisy.

1. That was fun.

Grim: You might've been havin' fun, but everyone kept buggin' me, so I'm pooped! Grim: If this ever happens again, I'm gonna use my magic even more to shut them all up.

2. I'm so tired…

Grim: I get it. It was all "measure this" and "measure that"… Grim: "This should be bigger", or "I want this smaller than everyone else." I'm so tired by all their little changes.

Grim: …Ah! We don't got time to hang around like this. We gotta go report to Crowley pronto.

Grim: We're so busy with all the stuff we gotta do before Blazing Jewel begins…

Grim: And even after the performance ends, there's still gonna be so much for us to do!

Grim: Let's keep doing our best, hench-human!

Requested by @farfalla049.

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