#When the dude said that he didn't want to label himself I fucking felt that

[premaritalhug]

"You can't ship Dirk with a woman. That's problematic. You're forcing him to be straight when in the narrative he's gay." *Ships Dirk with Egbert.* To be honest with you, I don't really care about any of this all that much. The idea that Dirk would shit his pants over someone drawing him going on a spaghetti dinner date Nepeta or something is ludicrous, as far as I'm concerned. I think he might play into the whole thing and pretend to be pissed because it was funny, but that's really about it, in my opinion. I just think it's kind of strange to see people up in arms about the sanctity of Dirk's sexuality while disregarding the fact that Hussie declared JEgbert to be trans at one point.

[runningincircl3s]

Sinematic

Vinny Mauro x Reader

Chapter 5

chapter warnings: just vinny being a menace lmao

happy monday!!! i had such a long day today so i can't wait to post this and work on editing the next chapter hehe :) also i had so much fun writing this and i think you can tell lmao

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“VIN!!! THERE’S SOMEONE ASLEEP ON YOUR COUCH!”

The sudden, panicked voice jolted you awake. You sat up too fast, blinking blearily against the morning light streaming through the windows.

Your heart pounded as you tried to make sense of what was happening, where you were and-

Who the hell was the guy standing over you, looking half-concerned and half-amused.

Before you could say anything, Vinny walked into the room, chuckling to himself.

“Yeah, I know. I asked her to stay.”

"Oh..." he nodded, a smirk creeping up on his lips, "Another one of your groupies-"

“Shut the fuck up.” 

The guy looked between the two of you, brow furrowed. Still groggy, you rubbed your eyes and frowned up at him. 

“Who the hell are you?” You asked. 

He scoffed. 

“Who the hell am I? Who the hell are you?!”

Before you could respond, Vinny sighed and shook his head. 

“Y/n, this is Emil, one of my best friends and my old roommate. Emil, y/n. And yes, before you ask, she’s that y/n.”

Something shifted in Emil’s expression. He nodded, and then realisation dawned on his face, his eyes widening.

“Oh. Oh.”

You didn’t miss the way his gaze flickered over to Vinny, like he was trying to gauge his reaction. He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes slightly. 

“So, what, you guys are back together now?”

“No.” You and Vinny said at the same time.

“We’re friends.” Vin explained.

But Emil didn’t look convinced. 

“Uh-huh. Sure.”

Vinny rolled his eyes with a sigh. 

“It was late, she crashed here last night, that’s it.”

Emil made a dramatic show of nodding. 

“Right, right. And she's just wearing your shirt because...? He smirked.

You sighed, shaking your head.

“Look, it was late, I didn't want to get an uber home at three in the morning, so when Vin offered I couldn't say no! I had no other clothes with me so I borrowed his shirt- and it's not like I slept in his bed, I'm on the fucking couch!”

Emil narrowed his eyes again.

“Didn’t think I’d see the day you let her crash here, Vin. Not after everything.” Vinny shot him a warning glance, but Emil only grinned, moving past you to grab a box from the corner of the room labelled 'Emil's: DO NOT TOUCH!!!'. “Hey, relax I'm just messing with you guys. I’m just here to pick up some stuff I left behind. Didn’t realise I’d be interrupting anything.”

Vinny ignored him, turning his attention back to you. 

“You want breakfast?”

You stretched, still shaking off sleep, and nodded. 

“Yeah. That actually sounds great.”

“Cool. I’ll make something after he leaves.” He said, crossing his arms as his eyes stayed fixed on Emil.

Emil tossed something else into his box before giving you a quick once-over. 

“Well, it was nice to meet you, y/n. I’m sure we’ll see each other again.” He smirked. 

“See you, Emil.” Vinny muttered.

Emil gave a lazy salute before heading for the door. 

“See you around, dude”

Once the house was quiet again, Vinny turned to you with a sigh, before raising an eyebrow. 

“So, breakfast?”

You grinned. 

“Yeah. What were you thinking?”

“Uh… I can make pancakes?”

“Do you know how to make pancakes?” You gave him a skeptical look. 

“Of course, everyone does!” Vinny scoffed, crossing his arms. 

“Uh-huh.” You smirked. “When was the last time you successfully made pancakes?”

He hesitated. 

“…Define ‘successfully.’”

You chuckled, shaking your head as you got up from the couch.

“You know what? I’m willing to risk it.” You smiled, following him out to the kitchen.

“Prepare to be wowed!”

You chuckled to yourself, leaning with your back against the counter.

“Is it weird living here by yourself now?” You asked, noticing how big the house felt for just one guy. 

“A little,” he confessed, raiding his cupboards for ingredients, “I don’t really notice it though. When I would be home Emil would usually be on tour with other bands, and when he was home I was usually touring.” 

You nodded your head, although you were listening to him, you were paying more attention to what ingredients he was getting, and what he wasn’t. As he approached the fridge, getting the milk out, he noticed the look in your eyes. 

“What am I doing wrong?” He asked, trying to hide the smile creeping up on his lips. 

“Where are the eggs?” 

“Well,” Vin quickly reached back into the fridge, “I was just getting them!” 

You smirked as Vinny held up the carton of eggs like he’d meant to grab them all along. 

“Uh-huh,” you teased. “And what about the flour?”

“Flour…”

You bit your lip to keep from laughing. 

“Yeah, you know, kind of an important ingredient for pancakes., Vin”

Vinny turned back to the cupboards, muttering something under his breath as he rummaged through them. 

“I have flour… somewhere.”

You crossed your arms, watching him struggle. 

“Are you sure about that?”

“Okay, maybe I don’t,” he admitted, spinning around to face you. “But in my defence, I haven’t made pancakes since…” He paused, squinting as he tried to remember. “…Maybe ever?”

You let out a dramatic sigh, walking past him, taking over the ingredients hunt. Sure enough, tucked in the back of the cupboard behind stacks of pop tarts, was a bag of flour. 

“Found it!” You held it up triumphantly.

Vinny scoffed, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. 

“Alright, so what do we do now?"

You pointed at the mixing bowl. 

“Crack two eggs in there, and please don’t get shells in it.”

Vinny cracked the first egg easily, but the second one cracked awkwardly, sending a tiny piece of shell into the bowl.

“Vin-"

“…That didn't happen!"

You rolled your eyes, fishing the shell out before instructing him to measure the milk.

Vinny grabbed the measuring cup and poured with intense concentration. But the moment he looked away to say something to you, a little more milk splashed over the edge.

“Vinny!”

“It’s fine!” He defended. 

You wiped the spill with a sigh. 

“You’re a menace.”

He beamed. 

“Thank you.”

As you mixed the batter, Vinny dipped a finger in and tasted it. His face scrunched up immediately. 

“Ugh. This tastes terrible.”

You swatted at his hand. 

“That’s because it’s not cooked, you idiot.”

“I thought pancakes are supposed to be sweet, though. Should we add sugar?”

...You had forgotten about sugar.

“Not a bad idea, actually.”

“See? I do know what I'm doing.” Vinny grinned.

“You got eggshell in it, and added too much milk.”

He shrugged.

“Hey, Chef Gordon has probably done the same!”

"Maybe, but Gordon Ramsey wouldn't have eaten the raw batter."

Shaking your head with a laugh, you handed him a whisk. 

“Alright, mix it properly while I find the pan.”

As you turned on the stove, Vinny stirred the batter- exaggerating his movements as he aggressively mixed the ingredients together.

Once it was ready, you poured the first pancake into the pan, smiling contently as you watched the batter spread into a perfect circle. Vinny leaned in, inspecting it. 

“How do we know when to flip it?”

“The little bubbles will form on top.”

Vinny nodded seriously, watching intently. The moment the first few bubbles appeared, he grabbed the spatula from your hand.

“Wait-”

Before you could stop him, he launched the pancake into the air.

“VIN!”

The pancake smacked against the ceiling and clung there for a second before flopping onto the floor with a sad little splat.

You both stared at it.

“…I meant to do that, actually.” He said.

You burst out laughing. 

“No, you did not.”

Vinny tried to fight his own laughter. 

“I thought that was how everyone flips pancakes!”

“Nobody is launching pancakes into orbit, Vin!”

"Who made you the pancake expert?" He grinned, only to be met by a stern look as you crossed your arms. “Okay, okay, maybe I should leave the flipping to you.”

You sighed, handing him a paper towel. 

“Clean that up, please.”

“Yes ma’am.”

By the time you got through the rest of the batter, you managed to salvage a small stack of decent-looking pancakes, though Vinny had insisted on naming the floor pancake “Gordon” before giving it a proper trashcan burial.

As you both sat in the kitchen at the island, plates stacked with pancakes and syrup, Vinny grinned at you.

“You have to admit,” he said, cutting into his pancake, “That was pretty fun.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. 

“Sure, I’ll give you that.”

He pointed his fork at you. 

“See? We work great as a team.”

You shook your head, taking a bite of your pancake. It was actually pretty good. The chaos was worth it.

It made you think how maybe, just maybe, things really could be simple between you again.

Maybe you could just be friends.

After eating, Vin stacked the dishes up by the sink. You followed him, leaning against the counter.

“Maybe I should leave soon,” you say, “I need to brush my teeth.” 

“I have spare toothbrushes,” Vin said, before realising what he had just said, and the meaning behind it. He didn't want you to leave just yet, he wanted you to stay, “But… Yeah you’re right. I can drive you back if you want?”

“I’d like that.” You smiled, “I’ll go and get my things.” 

As you headed back toward the living room, Vinny trailed behind you, hands stuffed into his pockets. There was a certain shift in the air now, it was quieter, even a little heavier. Everything that happened this morning, the laughter, the way it had all felt so normal, so easy… It made leaving harder than either of you wanted to admit.

You slipped your shoes on, adjusting your bag over your shoulder. 

“Thanks for breakfast.” You smiled, trying to keep your tone light.

Vinny gave you a small smile back. 

“Yeah, of course, thanks for helping. Next time, I’ll even flip the pancakes correctly.”

Next time?

You laughed, shaking your head.

“I won’t hold my breath.”

As you both approached the door, there was a pause, and it stretched just a little too long. The both of you felt like you had more to say, but no words were coming out.

You felt like you should move, step outside, end this moment before it became something harder to walk away from. But neither of you moved.

Then, before you could overthink it, you reached out and lightly tugged at the sleeve of his hoodie. Just for a second. Just enough to say something without saying it.

Vinny looked down at where your fingers had been, then back at you. His expression softened, but there was now something almost guarded in his eyes. Like he was fighting against something, something he wasn’t ready to let slip.

He took a small step back, grabbing his keys from the side.

“Alright, c'mon, let’s get you home.”

And just like that, the moment passed.

You swallowed the strange, bittersweet feeling creeping into your chest and nodded, following him out to the car.

Maybe leaving felt a little harder than it should. Maybe part of you wished he had just handed you a spare toothbrush and told you to stay. But this was enough for now.

Given your last few encounters, you'd say this morning couldn’t have gone any better. 

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Vinny kept one hand on the wheel, the other drumming absentmindedly. You noticed how he tapped out a rhythm, probably some song that probably lived rent-free in his head, but you didn’t ask which one.

“So…” Vin finally spoke, glancing at you. “Did you sleep okay? Aside from, y’know, Emil waking you up.”

You laughed softly. 

“Yeah. Your couch is surprisingly comfortable.”

“Good to know, it should be for the price of it.” He smirked, eyes back on the road.

Another pause. You shifted slightly in your seat, watching the buildings blur past outside.

Vinny sighed, tilting his head slightly toward you.

“Hey… I actually had a lot of fun this morning.”

You turned to look at him, surprised by the softness in his voice.

“I mean, it was nice,” he added quickly, like he didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. “Just… y’know. Hanging out. Like before... I've missed this.”

Your stomach flipped.

“Yeah, I agree.” You smiled softly, "I've missed this too."

He didn’t respond right away. Instead, he reached forward and turned up the volume on the radio. A familiar song hummed through the speakers, one you both knew, and Vinny gave you a smirk before singing along like he had done many times before.

“I drove for miles and miles and wound up at your door

I've had you so many times but somehow, I want more”

Your heart clenched at the lyrics, it was a song you had sung together before, why did it feel different now? More meaningful?

“I don’t mind spending everyday 

Out on your corner in the pouring rain”

“I love this song,” Vin said, “The whole album is just… Amazing.”

“I know,” you chuckled, “You’ve told me that about a million times.” 

Vin ignored your comment, continuing to sing along.

“And she will be loved

And she will be loved”

The rest of the drive was quieter, other than Vin’s occasional burst into song, but the silence felt different this time. It felt comfortable.

When he pulled up outside your apartment building, he put the car in park but didn’t unlock the doors right away. His hands stayed on the wheel, fingers flexing like he wanted to say something else.

You hesitated too, wanting to reach for the door handle but something was stopping you.

The air insid the car felt heavier now, like you both had something to say, but the words just weren't coming. You could feel his eyes on you, even though you kept yours fixed on the dashboard.

Vin exhaled, turning slowly to face you before finally breaking the silence. 

“Y/n… Are we really just friends?”

Your breath caught.

You swallowed, turning your head slightly to meet his gaze. There was something unreadable in his expression, something hesitant, like he wasn’t sure he even wanted to hear your answer.

You wanted to say yes. Wanted to say it was easy, simple, that you could both move forward without looking back. But was that really the truth if the words wouldn’t come.

So instead, you let out a quiet, shaky laugh. 

“That is what we agreed on, right?”

His jaw tensed. He glanced away, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel. 

“Yeah. You're right.”

Neither of you moved.

The silence stretched between you, filled with the hum of the engine and the faint hum of a song playing on the radio. You recognised it instantly.

It was another one of those songs you used to sing all the time together, back when things were simpler.

Back when he looked at you like he still believed in you.

Back when you didn’t have to question if you’d already lost him.

You opened your mouth, thinking, or hoping he’d stop you. Say something. Do something.

But he just let out another breath, forcing a small smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. 

“I’ll see you around, yeah?”

And just like that, the moment was gone.

Your fingers tightened around the door handle before you nodded. 

“Yeah… When do you get back from the tour?”

“Well we leave on Tuesday, I’ll be gone for about a week.” He smiled softly. He hesitated for a moment, before continuing, “I was wondering, if it’s not too much to ask, could you come over and check on the house whilst I’m gone?”

“Of course.” You nodded, “Isn’t Emil around?”

“No, he’s coming with us. Thanks, I’ll uh… text you when I get back.” 

“Okay… Thanks again, Vin.” 

This time, you actually got out. You heard him shift gears, but he didn’t drive off right away. Not until you were inside.

And even then, you stood by the door, watching him disappear down the street.

It was just breakfast. Just a ride home. Just a normal morning.

So why did it feel like so much more?

He didn’t want more though, or so you thought. Even if you were just to stay as this, as friends, that would be enough for you. 

------------------------@collapsedglasshouses @miss570 @dominuslunae @sunshine-lvrr @death-ofpeace-ofmind @blade-dressed-in-red @amelia-acero @kait16xo @oobleoob @pipidoll @justdamnpeachy

[theteasnake]

I'm once again talking about Danny Johnson because fucking brain rot.

But also character analysis because that's how I show love to my favorite (comfort) characters. 🩵

I swear I'm not trying to flood the Danny tag.

I've seen a lot of characterization of Danny, ranging from abusive and manipulative to a man whore who's a perv.

And I'd like to throw in: just a very tired dude who happens to be mentally unwell.

The only thing keeping this guy from offing himself is his hobbies, which just so happens to be creating stories and murdering. Like, if things went differently and he didn't turn to murder, he'd probably just end up a horror writer (good ending).

Other than stories/killing, he has adrenaline, but those almost always end in a crash. And at some point, he's gotta settle down for bed.

He's never made any meaningful connections to anyone outside of his dad, and even then, it seemed very... unpleasant and complicated. Even he can't tell if he has positive or negative feelings for his dad.

Even if he interacts with other people, he's still isolated because they don't know the real him. He's people-pleasing to the max because his livelihood and survival depends on how likable he is, because why would such a nice and young man commit all these murders all over the country? The same can be said about him and his dad, he had to be what his dad wanted him to be. It's not said if his dad was physically abusive, but military dads who came back from war tend to have a track record of being unkind to their sons.

I don't think he's ever felt a moment of relaxation or peace. He constantly has to watch others and keep a distance, and even when he's alone at home, all he does is sit and stare over his work. He has no sense of identity outside of his murders and stories.

I also saw that the developers called him narcissistic, mainly as an insult, and I don't know much about NPD (I've seen others say he has symptoms and most likely has it), so I can't comment on that. But I don't think the insult is even justified, he's not using others for his own needs, he keeps others at arms length because as soon as someone gets too close, he's done for. He also doesn't seem to be too showy with his work outside of his Ghostface persona, it's even said that he's only written some of the articles on GF (meaning his job in Roseville).

I doubt he's even been in a genuine romantic relationship. He's probably entertained the idea just to keep face or to blend in more because it would be weird for a young guy to not be looking for a girl to settle down with.

Not to mention the exhaustion from getting up early, working a 9-5, then staying up late to stalk/kill, then having to constantly play a character and following a script almost 24/7, while being on alert nearly his whole life. Then then suddenly being thrown into a slower pace environment where he doesn't have to worry about dying or being caught or having to pretend.

I could only imagine the whiplash he had.

Not to mention being labeled the Entity's (basically the god of this realm) golden child and favorite. I wouldn't be surprised if that title also adds stress/pressure.

Sure, he probably enjoyed it for the first hundred or so trials. But eventually everything starts being the same, and it's always the same people each time, and he's only allowed to do so many things in the trials, it eventually gets boring.

He went from taking his time to learn his prey, planning out an extravagant kill to rushing everything and doing things on a whim or following the same script over and over again (check gens, expose people, chase them, hook them, rinse, and repeat).

And we don't know how trials actually work in universe, we don't know if they canonically get breaks or even if the killers get breaks, or if they actually have places to stay in in-between trials, or if they're just overworked with trials back to back to back. We don't know if he is even given a chance to explore things and himself in the realm because he sure as hell never got one in his world.

Tattoos and piercings? Couldn't get them, those are identifiers and he'd stick out, plus it would leave a trail (idk in the 90s, but I had to give up ID to get my tattoo, and certain piercings need ID as well). He would constantly have to change his hairstyle and hair color, along with using makeup to make himself look different (that scar on his forehead is an identifier). He'd be forced to wear clothes that would match his current character's taste, never his own because that would be too consistent. He'd have to change up his way of talking (adding accents, switching up his vocabulary to match the locals, maybe even changing how his voice sounds). Constantly talking about topics he barely knows about because people around him enjoy it, pretending to be in the know to stay in the crowd. The only thing that he knows he enjoys is horror, but even then it doesn't scare him anymore and he only longs for the days when it did (and also probably rock considering his terror radius has some rock elements)

Who is he really? Who knows because he sure as hell doesn't. Maybe even that goofy side is just another facade to make others like him more.

I know a lot of his personality is hidden and not shown because it's supposed to be "it could be anyone" type of thing, but also, that could just play into the fact that he's technically a "nobody". Forever changing and blending in. I doubt even his Ghostface persona is the real him, it's probably just another character in his stories.

[4lex-hypno]

I think I've been good this year. Keeping my head down and causing a stir. I'd like muscles, big huge muscles so I can stop being such a geek like I have. But Santa have I been good?

Some believe they are good, others that they are bad, others don't know for sure, take Noah for example, a typical skinny nerd who always wanted more muscles and never went to the gym and wanted results.

Noah believed he was good, but he was always arrogant with his friends because he had a bigger dick than most, he was always a top, even though he was small he dominated his friends and fucked them without giving them an explanation the next day.

Santa couldn't forgive someone like that, so he would give Noah what he asked for, but of course with consequences... On Christmas morning Noah ran to open his presents, until he found one of unknown origin, and the label said "from Santa".

Noah couldn't contain his excitement and ran to his room, away from his roommates. There he found what looked like boxer briefs with the words "wear and get your muscles".

Noah didn't think twice about taking off his clothes and putting on his underwear right away. At that moment energy ran through his body, it was like he was on fire, and with the explosion of sensations he fell out of bed. Some time later he woke up and looked in the mirror, only to find his body now more toned, almost like a twink, but soon the excitement ceased when he realized there was a chastity cage on his dick.

He tried and tried, but nothing would take the cage off, he cried and looked at the gift box, there was the message “use it and you will have your muscles” but now with an addition “don't forget your milk to grow strong”. Noah ignored the message and started searching on the internet, but nothing, nothing, not even pliers, nothing could take that cage off, he went on with his days in vain.

He went to work, played with his friends online, but nothing made him forget about his locked dick, until a cock cage started to appear downstairs. He didn't know what it was, but it got stronger and stronger, until he started looking for it, but he didn't want to believe the source, he lay down on his bed and hesitated for several minutes until he started fingering himself.

Ah, the moan of pleasure and the precum were instantaneous, until one of Noah's roommates, Ed, opened the door in despair at the strange sound, only to find his friend with two whole fingers in his ass. "Dude, I didn't know you were into this, I thought you were just a Top" he said, starting to close the door.

"Wait!" Noah shouted "Please..." Ed looked confused and soon approached, remembering all the times Noah treated him badly for having a bigger dick "please!" he begged "Please what, bitch?"

Ed couldn't miss the opportunity, and with all the courage he had left Noah begged "fuck me" he cried saying, and Ed fucked him, and he didn't know why, but he wanted to cum inside, he really wanted to, and he did, and the stable passed and Ed abandoned Noah without saying anything, just like he treated the others, and soon he fell asleep, with cum all leaked out of him, because he came, locked up several times, one better than the other without knowing the reason, but satisfied.

When Noah woke up he couldn't help but notice that he was now almost a twunk, and that the cage was there, only stronger. It wasn't long before all of Noah's roommates were taking turns being him every night, and each night he woke up with a better body, with a juicy bubble butt and defined muscles, flawless and clean skin and always cumming over and over again locked up.

What used to be a horror he now enjoyed, until one night he woke up without the cage, without having grown any more, and also without the cage, his dick was there giant, in all the majesty it had before. He wrote to Santa in the middle of the year, saying, no, begging that he would behave, that it would be good, he begged, and it wasn't long before he felt what gave him the most pleasure, his chastity cage back where it should always be.

[silent-raven13]

Secrets of an Omega and an Alpha

(AU: Hobie is an Omega in this world, trying to remain a secret to everyone. Miles is an Alpha and figured it out. Warning: slight mention of sex working. Hobie and Miles age are 21.)

"Ah, fuck Eugh," Hobie went into one of the empty bathroom stalls feeling his body warm like a terrible fever. "Shit." Under his breath, he look in the mirror seeing his face looking flustered, a sheer tint of sweat on his forehead. Sucking in his teeth, he quickly splash water on his face trying to calm down.

He didn't expect his heat to come so soon, it felt like he got hit by a truck. So much for being mysterious with his second gender, he never wants to reveal his Omega side. Somehow being an Omega are always looked down upon in every damn universe he been. He wish he was in a world where second genders didn't exist, he hates how Alphas are authoritarians and Omegas are meant to be submissive to them.

Ugh, disgusting. It always pissed him off, especially when he was young. How he had to make some sort of cash or fighting for his dominance because of being an Omega. "I gotta go to med-bay." He needs some pills to handle this damn heat.

Just when he was about to head out, he bumps into a certain Alpha. "Whoa! Sorry, Hobs." Miles took a step back then noticed the power pheromones from his friend, "Oh, shit! Is someone having their heat in here?" He pinched his nose trying to avoid the scent, he peaked to the side to check anyone behind the punker.

"No, mate..." Just by Miles' gentle Alpha scent got the punker more engulf with his heat, "I..." He always fainted before his hand caught the seat having to use his strength to hold himself up.

"Oh shit! You! Hobie, you're an Omega?" Miles gasps out loud.

"Tell the whole world, Sunflower." Hobie grunts being very annoyed.

"My bad, man. Here let me help." His friend quickly went to help him. Miles let his friend put most of his weight on him, and slowly walk to Med-bay. "We'll take you to med-bay, don't worry."

"Ha, this is a bunch of bollicks, eh? Typical for an Omega needing an Alpha." The punker grunted.

Normally, Hobie is alright with his friends being Alpha. Heck, Karl, his good mate is an Alpha, he put his whole trust on him. When he met Gwen and Pavitr it was easy to relax, he didn't need to put so much of an Alpha mask. Gwen being a beta having trouble telling the difference and Pavitr being a bubbly Omega being swoon over a much large Alpha.

When he met Miles, he thought the lad was an Omega. Miles gave off the impression of one, and he always treated everyone equally. One of the reasons Hobie started to like the Alpha.

Yet, with his dark past and full of insecurities, he's still uncomfortable sharing this bit of information to Miles. Hobie worked so hard to keep his Omega side a secret.

"Dude, uhhh... can you chill on your scent, it's kinda messing me up like it's making me nauseous." His crush covered his nose trying to avoid the sour bitter scent of the punker.

"Sorry, mate. Not use to letting anyone know my secret."

Miles frowns, "Sorry, dude. I didn't mean to know..."

"It's all good. I just hate it."

Miles being Miles awkwardly said, "It's not all bad besides the heat. You always gave off Alpha, so that's a win."

Hobie grunts as they went to Med-bay, "It's annoying. Why society always gotta put labels in everything and force us to follow these genders? It's fucking ridiculous!"

"I always thought our genders were met to help us- I mean, our second genders."

"It's easy for you, you're an Alpha, Brooklyn." Hobie rolled his eyes, "You got privilege."

"No-not really." Miles frowns, his own scent gave a light calmness to him.

"Come on, Sunflower. You have more ability to push me down and take advantage of me then you getting in trouble." Hobie said as a matter of fact sounding pissed off.

"..." Mile stood quiet for the moment then said, "Sorry."

When they finally got to the medical facility, a nurse had to put Hobie into a special room to keep his heat under control. Normally if an Alpha is close to an Omega during their heat cycle, they are put in a different room for their unexpected rut. However, Miles wasn't in a room, instead he was able to leave. It bothered Hobie that his crush couldn't stayed with him, then again he noticed Miles remaining quiet after their interaction.

Did he hurt Miles' feelings? In the brink of the moment, his heat was high and extremely moody, he knew he shouldn't have suggest anything. Miles was never the type of person to be involved sick twisted Alpha's dominance.

After a week in a depressed heat, Hobie recovered feeling so-so. When he got to Spider Society, he began looking for Miles. They haven't seen each other since, yet through text it's been dry.

Hobie decided to go to Miguel's office knowing his crush likes to go on missions on his own. To his surprised he saw Miles being pinned by Miguel and his office desk. They were lip locking for the moment which caught Hobie completely off guard.

What the hell?

Miles pulled away and said, "Stop. We decided this doesn't work." His hand placed on Miguel's mouth.

Miguel let out a heavy sigh before his head fell on the small Alpha's broad shoulders. Hobie realized Miles is so small compare to Miguel, even for the Omega, his friend is shorter in a few inches.

"I know." Miguel mutters lowly, "I wanted us to have this one last time, before... before..."

"Before you mate with Pavitr?" Miles softly said for only them to hear each other, they were unaware of Hobie lingering around.

"I want pups, Morales. I want them so bad. Gabriella... my baby girl," Miguel stops himself before showing his vulnerable side, "I have this chance, you understand."

"I know. You don't need to explain yourself. We only did this for fun. Miguel, mirame," Miles cupped the large Alpha's face, "I want you to be happy. I know, you always want a family, pups... I can't give you that."

"Miles, gracias for understanding." Miguel kisses the smaller Alpha's hand.

Miles watches him, "I should leave before someone find us. I hope you and Pav go well."

Hobie didn't want to stay any longer, hearing this felt all too personal. Here he was talking about Miles as some traditional Alpha, when he's here performing the most TABOO act!

The punker left into his universe to focus on his Spider-man duties, he wasn't ready to face Miles. Just imagining Miles in love with Miguel, and they are Alphas! Alphas breaking so many laws in their primal genders. Why? How?

Technically, he didn't care, yet he's in shock. Maybe because he never saw this before. He slept with Omegas which wasn't frown upon only highly sexualized. To find out Miles, his Miles had a secret relationship with the tyrant traditional Alpha. It kinda sickens him to find out his crush was fucking around with someone else.

He stood up high on a building smoking a blunt, then he felt his spider senses tingling and nose smelled Miles' scent. "So you been here?" Miles' voice didn't caught him by surprised.

"Hey, Brooklyn. What's up? Care for some spliff?" He held out his blunt to him.

Miles chuckles, "Sure, I could use a couple of hits." He took the blunt already know how to smoke it. Taking in two big puffs, then a large cloud of smoke came out of his mouth and finally said, "So how much you heard between me and Miguel?" His big eyes on the punker, his scent remains calm.

Hobie's Omega whimpers with delight to the Alpha, which got him embarrassed for the moment. How is he being so obedient with an Alpha like this.

"What are you talkin' about, luv? Pfft." Hobie tries to lie."

"I know you were there because I smelled your pheromones, you do realize when an Alpha is around a heated Omega, your scent lingers onto me for a cool while?" Miles' nose wiggles again by Hobie's soft scent, "It's there. I can't get rid of it if I want to."

"Fuck." Hobie said under his breath, he finally turns to Miles. It's still crazy to see Miles being only five foot and ten inches tall while Hobie is six foot and two inches. Omega are normally whimpered by size, yet Miles is making him whimper by his presences. "Fine. I went to look for you and saw you two talkin'."

"Talkin'?" Miles crosses his arms.

"Well, he was all over you and you were lip locking with him." Hobie scoffs, "Want more details?"

"Ah, nah. I get what you mean." Miles turns to look at the view of Hobie's universe seeing the magazine, newspaper colleges giving the city a rich expressive view.

There was silence.

"...."

"..."

Hobie saw Miles in taking his blunt before handing it back to him, "So?"

"So?" His crush eyes at him.

"Aren't ya gonna explain yourself?"

"Don't need to." Miles shrugs, "What you want me to explain myself?"

"Wha- Naur. It's jus-" Miles' huffs, "You judging me, now or did you expect I would take advantage of you instead of sleeping with an Alpha."

Ouch...

"Easy Brooklyn." Hobie warned with his scent being sour, "I'm only asking."

"Oh, but it's fine for you to snap at me." Miles remained calmed with his voice having a bit of attitude.

"I hate when Alphas lashed out at me." Hobie stops himself and sighs, "Look, I know I hurt your feelings when you were helping me out. I'm not comfortable for sharing my Omega secret..."

"Apology accepted. Hobie, I'm not out to get you if you need that conformation from me." His friend said, "I just wanted to pee that's all."

"I know. I know. You're one of the best Alphas i ever met. You're different, caring, and honest." Hobie sighs, "I got insecure and panicked! You're still an Alpha, I've told you how I felt about the whole social construct between Alpha and Omega."

"Hobie, I never mean to be- look, I know how much you want this to be a secret... I promise I will keep it a secret," Miles bites his bottom lip, the taste of weed lingers on his tongue, "and won't talk to you again if you promise to keep my secret."

"What?"

"You don't want to be friends with me since i found out about your-" Hobie stares at him in shock, "Naur. I never meant- fuck! I want to be friends, Brooklyn."

"Then, what are we going to do then?" Miles asked, "You insulted me, and lashing at me because I'm an Alpha. If this is a problem, I'll be happy to leave you alone for the sake of your mental state."

"I don't want that. I want you to know how fucking bad I felt for lashing at you."

Miles said out loud, "It doesn't changed a fact that you saw me as the same as any other Alpha. I was trying to tell you that you can trust me- ARGH! Nevermind. I... I'm just upset with you."

"And you have every right to be, Sunflower. I am sorry. Please, just don't leave." Hobie's hand grip onto Miles' hand, "I know your also upset about me finding out you and him."

"Your lucky Miguel didn't smell you, he would've killed you for finding us out." Miles sighs.

"Pssh, like he can catch me." Hobie snorted, "He's reckless."

"That's true." Miles chuckles, his thumb massaging Hobie's knuckles, "It was all meant to be fun, to be honest. I didn't expect much in what we were doing, I knew he wanted a family. We both agreed we keep it just sex."

"How did it started? If you don't mind telling me."

"I caught him in his rut, and you know how he gets. I tried calming him down, then he pounced on me. First, he told me to leave. I didn't want to so we had sex. Honestly, I never was a traditional Alpha so Miguel topping me was never an issue. Yet, I dunno... somehow we like our presence. Miguel does stick to his Alpha roles, yet he seems to really enjoy pinning an Alpha down." Miles shrugs, "It's not a big deal, you know? I didn't mind it, but many would find it odd. I know Pav will be in shock and maybe hurt by his mate."

"He's with Miguel?"

"Not sure. Miguel only gave a few hints here and there. He plans to fully bond with him. Pav makes the perfect Omega following traditions." Miles pulled his hand away to touch his own, "Any Alpha would want Pavitr as their Omega."

"Ha, yeah." Hobie scoffs, before taking a few puffs of his blunt, "Perfect." Getting jealous about that.

Miles snickers, "it's funny seeing you in your Omega state. So obedient, so jealous."

"Oh fuck off." Hobie let out a chuckle, "I'm not your typical Omega, Peter Pan." Putting out his blunt on the ground, his boot rubbed it against the hard floor.

"Heh, I can see that. So will you ever come out as an Omega?"

"I dunno. I like everyone being on their toes." Hobie chuckles, "I one time got Pavitr whimpering for me thinking I was an Alpha."

"Haha, you definitely caught me by surprised. I always thought you were a Beta."

Hobie's scent went softer for Miles' to like, "So you and the tyrant aren't a thing anymore?"

"It's officially over. I'm not sad about it." Miles hums having to get closer to Hobie. He lift his head up to meet those dark eyes from the punker. "So why you wanna know?"

"Hmph, to see if Brooklyn is single and ready to mingle." Hobie casually said, "But you might want someone more into their roles." He felt Miles' hands holding on to his

"Oh yeah?" His crush got on his tip toes with his face leaning over, "An Omega that follows rules, give me pups?"

"Your an Alpha, Sunflower."

"I'm not like any other Alpha, Hobie. I'm different just like you are a different Omega." Miles smiles at him, "I like that."

"Like me?" Hobie snorts in disbelief.

Miles did a Hobie to reach his lips reach his punker friend. Hobie leans down letting Miles reaching him, before his crush said, "Yeah, like you. You're the Omega I want, Hobie." Hobie felt his knees weak when he felt Miles did pulled him to a deep kiss.

The two melted in each other arms enjoying their union. It felt like they were meant to be together by the way their second gender purred and their spider senses in sync. When Hobie pulls away to say, "I don't want pups... and-and I don't want to be a stay home Omega."

"It's fine by me. I don't planned to have a family."

"And I'm mean, moody and so fucking-" Miles chuckles as he kisses Hobie's cheek, "More of a reason why I like you so much."

Hobie's omega mewed in response of his Alpha's low growled. "Then, I want you, Brooklyn. Don't take this lightly, I'm here for the long run."

"Me too, bae. Me too."

The two kisses under the moonlight enjoying their embrace.

[corrodedseraphine]

timezone | #3 and I don't give a shit about the contracts that I signed

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader, chrissy cunningham x robin buckley

chapter summary: Eddie decides to get you back no matter what. You, on the other hand, are looking for an escape.

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After a sleepless night, Eddie was already out of bed at dawn and determined to head straight for a meeting with the manager to settle an issue that should have been finished long ago.

Unfortunately, it ended in a brawl. The manager didn't even want to hear about ending the pretended relationship with Chrissy. As one of the most popular and beloved couples in show business, they had a certain amount of responsibility, including various contacts and collaborations that generously enriched the label's bank account. Money, however, was the last thing Eddie could think about. The only thing that mattered to him was you. No matter what the price, he had to do everything he could to try to clarify the situation and win you back.

"We need to end this bullshit!" he shouted getting up from the table.

"It's not an option, we are just preparing another collaboration with an advertising campaign for Valentine's Day."

"Valentine's Day is six months away!"

"Such things must be decided in advance." The man watched with a poker-faced expression as the young guitarist boiled over. "I won't let you risk all your contracts because of some girl," he said.

"She is not just SOME girl." he growled through his teeth.

"Then why did you leave her? Why did you get into a relationship with Chrissy if she's not just SOME girl?"

Taken aback, Eddie didn't know what to answer. He loved you more than anything, but he knew that from a third party's perspective this situation looked very different.

"I don't give a shit about the contracts that I signed," he slammed his fist on the table, recalling the words of the song that was flying in his head on loop. "I am cutting the bullshit, now."

"If you do that, you'll destroy everything we've worked for all these years. Ask yourself if it's worth it."

"It's worth a lot more." Fury clouded his eyes when he heard the way he was talking about you.

"If you even try in any way to affect a change in your relationship with Chrissy, you have no business coming back here. You'll be over."

"Fuck you."

Eddie was used to people's stares when he walked on the street, he usually didn't care, but today it seemed too suspicious and intense. Every now and then, looking around him, he came to a newsstand. What he saw there made his blood rush. On the front pages of the papers was a picture of you from the beach, with a big, eye-expanding EDDIE MUNSON'S SECRET LOVER.

Without a second thought, he threw bills on the counter to the salesman and collected all the copies with him only to throw them in the trash, cursing under his breath. The unexpected flash had acted on him like a flea on a bull, and the fact that he recognized the paparazzi who took the photo completely made him lose control. Throwing himself at the man, he felt fury. When his rings met the face of the person who was the reason that the world would now view and hate you for the breakup of the beloved Hollywood couple. He was snapped out of his angry trance by the sight of blood on his hands and the police dragging him away from the paparazzi. He didn't even defend himself when the handcuffs were placed on his wrists.

After three hours in jail, Jeff showed up at the station to pay bail and take Eddie home.

"Aren't you going to say anything?" he asked as they closed the door behind them.

"What do you want me to say since you know everything?" asked Eddie sarcastically as he walked into the living room, where the rest of the guys, Chrissy and Robin were.

"What the hell dude?" asked Gareth, Eddie that due to his old reputation in Hawkins, he always tried to avoid all kinds of fights and unpleasant situations. He was shocked by his friend's behavior. "What has gotten into you?!"

Eddie wordlessly dodged everyone and headed to the kitchen to pull frozen vegetables from the freezer onto his sore hand.

"uh, I- I might have an idea." said Robin uncertainly, reaching for his backpack and pulling out a newspaper.

"Fuck." said Gareth seeing the cover.

"Yeah, fuck." replied Munson groggily. "Anyone else have any pointless questions?" silence was enough of an answer. When he returned to the living room he stood in front of everyone gathered and took a deep breath. "I'm leaving the band."

"What?!"

"You heard me. I have no other choice."

"But- why?!"

Still full of negative emotions, he recounted the meeting with the manager and explained that nothing would be able to change his decision. The priority for him was to fight for love, but he didn't want to drag others along with him because the consequences could be painful. Just because he was ready to walk off the stage didn't mean his friends were too, and he didn't want his consequences to be theirs too. However, he didn't expect them to have a different opinion on the matter.

"Dude, do you really think we'll let you go?" asked Jeff crossing his arms over his chest.

"You are insane." added Simon.

"Screw Pete and his label, if you leave, we're leaving with you!"

"You guys are popular enough that you should have no problem finding a new label." Robin said.

"Guys, for real I don't expect you-"

"Shut up and start thinking about how to get y/n back." interjected Gareth. Eddie didn't even try to hide his emotion. The gentle smile on his face showed the shadow of hope that had awakened in him despite the awful start to the day.

"I have an idea." Chrissy said. "But it's very risky and…public."

"I'll do anything." he replied without thinking.

Walking out of the house you didn't expect to be the most recognizable person on the street, the gaze of other people burned holes in your body from all sides however what completely knocked you out of rhythm were groups of girls shouting insults in your direction. Your anxiety was getting stronger and stronger. You fixed your eyes on the sidewalk and headed as fast as you could to Steve's bar, where you promised to help out as a waitress, since crowd today was exceptionally heavy.

"Here you are! I thought you wouldn't come! How are you feeling?" Layla ran up to you from the entrance.

"Fine, but some strange things are happening…" you reply confused.

"Oh my God, you don't know." your friend replied while covering her mouth.

"Don't know what?"

"y/n! How are you holding up? It's all fucked up!"

"Steve she doesn't know…"

"Oh."

"Can someone explain?" you asked impatiently. What the hell was going on?

"Come with me." the girl grabbed your hand and dragged you to the back room, where she handed you a newspaper.

Bitch.

Slut.

Whore.

Suddenly all the terms you heard about yourself made a lot more sense to you. The pressure in your heart that you had felt since the kiss tightened even more. However, you could not allow yourself a moment of weakness. You knew that if you broke down now, you wouldn't get back together for a very long time.

Seeing the worried expressions on your friends' faces, you blinked a few times to chase the tears away and grunted. You had to be strong.

"I'll go get ready for work." you said quietly.

"You don't have to-" began Layla, but you didn't let her finish by disappearing out the door.

Completely focusing your attention on remembering orders you successfully managed to push invasive thoughts aside. More and more people were gathering in the premises, and you couldn't help feeling that some of them had come here just to see you.

Everyone wanted to see with their own eyes what Eddie Munson's mistress looked like. Everyone wanted to see if the person on the cover was better than Chrissy, if the person responsible for the cheating was at least worth it. Most people said no. Some didn't even try to hide their comments. Your head was bursting with comparisons to the model and loud whispers that brought your biggest insecurities to light.

Of course you were no match for Chrissy. Never once in your life did it even cross your mind to compare yourself to her in any positive sense. In the negative for that too often. Again you felt like a teenager with ruined self-esteem. Unfortunately, however, this time all the voices in your head got out and materialized. After a long time of hearing that you were insufficiently attractive and Eddie had lost his mind cheating on Chrissy with a mere waitress, you were relieved to see that it was time for a break.

Carrying the last order to your table, you didn't notice how three girls with fury in their eyes burst into the local. Before you had time to react in any way, one of them grabbed the glass that was on the tray and poured its contents right in your face.

"Slut." she said with a strange satisfaction.

The next events flashed through your head barely registered. Steve threw them out of the place, Layla quickly led you to the bathroom to help you dry off. All the while she was saying something to you, and you were nodding without even fully knowing what. Her voice was distant and all the ambient sounds were drowned out by your heartbeat. Later, you accepted Steve's offer to drive you home without protest. You couldn't stand another walk full of eyes filled with curiosity or hatred.

Steve, having his set of keys to your apartment, went inside first. Closing the door behind him, still somewhat stunned, you heard only his surprised and raised voice.

"What the fuck, Robin?!"

"Jesus, Steve!" she exclaimed.

Following their voices, you entered the living room where a sight that you were definitely not prepared for awaited you. The sight, however, was something that brought you back down to earth. Robin with disheveled hair, puffy lips, glossy eyes and an unbuttoned shirt was looking at you like a deer caught in the headlights. Right next to her stood Chrissy in exactly the same condition. Chrissy.

Beautiful, charming, sweet, lovely Chrissy.

The favorite of the whole country, and maybe even the world, Chrissy.

The Chrissy who, according to Eddie, you never had to be jealous of.

Chrissy, who was allegedly madly in love with him, was now standing with a guilty expression on her face waiting for your outburst.

Could this situation get any more complicated?

Without giving you time to explain, you went straight to your room and pulled out a bag from under your bed, into which you started throwing your clothes. You didn't know where you would go, however, what was certain was that you wouldn't stay in this apartment for a while longer.

Ignoring all requests for a chance to clarify the situation, you left a panicked Robin and Chrissy with a confused Steve alone. It's been a long time since you felt as lost as you do now. Not thinking much, you went straight. to the bus station, and there you chose the only direction you knew.

Sitting opposite the mirror, Eddie noticed Chrissy's pale and nervous face in the reflection. He knew the expression perfectly well.

"What's wrong?" he asked before she could say anything. The blonde swallowed nervously and began to recount the situation that had occurred in the apartment.

"She saw what?!"

"Eddie, please-"

"Couldn't you keep your hands to yourself for a while?!"

"We didn't know she'd come back early! She was supposed to help Steve!

"What did she say?" He asked with a sigh.

"Nothing…she left the apartment without a word."

"Oh my fucking god," he sighed and hid his face in his hands.

"Are you guys ready?" A man entered the room and asked. "We'll start in two minutes."

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[ollieinoue]

Ollie looked surprised at Monty. "Really?" He said, shaking his head a little bit, "I can very clearly see you being thirty." He was very sure he saw Monty much differently than Monty saw himself, however. So it made sense. Frankly Monty may see himself more realistically than Ollie saw him (just as Ollie was pretty sure he saw himself more realistically than Monty saw him), but that was hardly the point. It was just that … he felt so grounded and stable by his best friend, that surely he would be a great adult. He would do what he wanted to do (whatever it was that Monty wanted to do), he'd have some nice small apartment or house, he'd live where ever it was that Monty wanted to live. Maybe he'd even have a pet. Ollie could see Monty having a dog or a cat in the future. A nice car of course, so he could travel… Obviously this was all very vague, he didn't even know what Monty wanted to do after college and he was pretty sure that was because Monty didn't know what he wanted to do after college, but thinking about it still made Ollie smile a little bit. Thinking of some distant future where Monty was happy and doing whatever it was he wanted to do. He laughed, however at the idea of Monty being the one to confess a bunch of stuff to his parents, before they could get to him and confess everything. "You don't think confessing that you ran a school wide business for four years without any major problems," hopefully, "would make them view you more responsibly, and like you should definitely being pulling more weight in the family responsibilities?" If his parents ever found out about his business he could imagine them being like 'well how come we always had to remind you to take the garbage out then, Ollie?' or something like that. He imagined Monty's parents were mostly normal though, and perhaps they would not be as accepting to hear their son had been involved in quite a few illegal activities in his young adulthood. Then again he'd never met Monty's parents, so what did he know.

He didn't argue with Monty about whether or not he was an expert at relationships, because he probably was not. Just more experienced than Ollie, but was that a good thing? He didn't know much about Monty's relationships beyond Mari because he tended to write of High School things as being pretty non-serious. But were bad relationships better than no relationships? Even though he'd never had any 'relationships' was whatever going on with Link any better than a bad relationship? Sometimes he and Link got along great - until they didn't. Then they'd fight, hurt each other, stop talking, make up, and start fucking again. Was that better just because it wasn't labeled a 'relationship'? Or was his and Monty's … whatever this was between them worse or less important than Monty's relationship than Mari because it wasn't a 'relationship'?

Ollie's eyes flicked up towards Monty when he spoke about how he would be a good boyfriend, feeling a swooping in his stomach like he had been walking down some stairs and missed one. "I hope so…" He said, something soft and even demure about his tone. But he didn't know what else to say to that. Certainly not that the only person he really wanted to be with was … Well, Monty.

He couldn't bring himself to say that, so he was silent as he finished off his coffee like that was the most important thing to do. Eventually taking the cup that Monty put into his hand and bringing that up to his mouth to drink too until he had to balance the liquid inside as Monty bounced on the bed. "Dude!" He laughed, managing to not get face full of slightly warmer than room temp coffee in his face as his friend bounced off the bed. It took him a moment to realize Monty was pulling something out for him, and smiled as he scooched over to let his legs hang off the bed, placing the cups onto the nightstand and taking the gifts that were offered to him. "Bro this is so cool!" He said, unwrapping the laptop sleeve, and running his fingers across the material a few times, before he took the glasses, unwrapping those and letting a light laugh fall from his lips. "One of these days we'll be Atlantic City high rollers. Or maybe we'll skip it all together and just go straight to Vegas instead." Of course if they couldn't make it the few hours drive to one, how were they going to ever stand a chance getting to the other. But that was a problem for the future. Ollie held up one of the glasses, grinning sharply at Monty. "'Just swallow it' huh? Is that a promise or a request?" He asked, placing the glasses and laptop sleeve carefully out of the way. "Thank you for the gifts, I love them" Ollie said, sincerely before the edges of his mouth turned up again, reaching out to catch the edges of Monty's shirt with his fingers and tugging him back towards the bed between his spread legs. "There is something else I'd also really like for my birthday, too…" he added, teasing. Monty might be planning on taking him out to eat for his birthday, but there were a few other things Ollie could think of that they could do before they headed out. They were here in bed already, after all. Why leave so soon?

Senior year. Monty attempted to keep his expression neutral, but he could feel himself beginning to frown. High school usually was characterized as being a sucky experience for all -- even for those shiny, popular types -- but that still just seemed like an awful long time dislike where you were, trapped going through the motions until something snapped. Ollie had gotten out alive, at least. His head bobbed a few times in slow agreement, a sympathetic smile twitching to his lips when the other's hand reached his knee. Nothing like the passage of time to get you reflecting on things better kept buried. Milestones were certainly a double-edged sword in that regard. "You know what kind of really freaks me out?" He posed the question hypothetically, sneaking in a sip from his own drink before simply smiling at Ollie, his look a little brighter and promising something that lacked in sincerity. "Turning thirty." Monty went slightly bug-eyed, swaying forward like he might hurl. It felt fitting to bring up, what with it being Ollie's birthday and all. "Like… damn, dude. How does anyone survive that? How am I gonna survive it?" It was still so far off, but something about making it to twenty-one, passing the threshold into a new decade, had flipped a switch in Monty's head. It was like his internal odometer had finally turned over and zeroed out again, leaving him with a surefire promise to himself: I will make it out of my twenties alive.

Ollie was probably right about his parents. Because, really, when was Ollie ever not right? (Almost never, in Monty's experience.) And, because it'd be exactly like them to follow the cookie-cutter example set by the generations before them: suffer together for the children, reap the rewards in retirement. Maybe it was weird or self-centered of him, too, but Monty also couldn't quite picture either of his parents as singular, separate entities from one another. Even when he was a tween and very much convinced they were going to split up, his brain couldn't ever get his nightmares to expand beyond some very dramatic divorce court scenes. So, what did he know? He probably had it all wrong and they were destined to be together forever. Still, his face scrunched up as he looked at Ollie, deciding to be a shithead just for the hell of it and deny, "Nah. I'm gonna flip the script. I'll get old and come to them with all the crazy bullshit confessions first." His chin lifted a little, as if this half-baked idea had any merit or real chance of ever happening. "I'll tell them the whole truth about this year, every psycho thing that's happened to us. I'll even confess to my collegiate drug dealing. I think that bit might save me from all future pet and house sitting requests, actually."

Holding onto an undying love for Keanu wasn't exactly surprising. Hadn't the whole nation crushed on him at some point or another in their lives? Monty didn't try to hide his grin as Ollie snorted, swiftly shoehorning in the quote, "You want me so bad, it's like acid in your mouth." Of course, out of his entire filmography, it'd be Point Break that Monty remembered best. For the most part, though, yeah, that was exactly the answer that he'd anticipated. No serious relationship history. As long as he'd known him, Ollie seemed to be perfectly comfortable in the realm of hook-up culture, only a few odd… entanglements reoccurring. "I mean, I wouldn't call myself an expert…" More like a failed experimenter. He trailed off and shrugged, not wanting to interrupt any further than that. Monty had indulged in a bit of serial monogamy for a period during high school, hopping from girlfriend to girlfriend. After a while, he figured out that he was only emulating connection more than he was actually creating anything genuine, finding a lot of unhappy endings and messy breakups. And yet, he came to Ogden and still had the guts to ask out Mari on the spot. It was illogical how little he feared rejection when he imagined a brand new beginning with someone.

Monty remained quiet while Ollie confessed to wanting a serious relationship, something solemn to his tone that made the moment feel that much more fragile. Tentative, in a way. He nodded slowly, the movement so slight that it was nearly imperceptible, murky eyes holding on his friend's face. He thought about the ski trip. He thought about sitting in Ollie's chalet and remembered how hot his back had felt under his palm when they folded close together. He thought more intently about New Year's Eve and let himself wonder, have you thought about being with me? but didn't dare ask. Instead, he wet his lips and nodded again. "You'll be a really good boyfriend, Ollie." Monty smiled, his head tilting to the side. "Just wanting it… Really wanting to be there with the person that you're with, I think that's half the battle." And a crux he'd faced again and again in his own love life.

There was a content pocket of silence between them before Monty broke it, chucking his half-eaten donut back into the box like the heathen he was, closing it up and sliding it off to the side. "Here, take this." He pressed his coffee into the other's free hand and then made a move to get out of bed. He paused in the midst of climbing over Ollie, hovering and straddling above his knees where he leaned forward just far enough to plant his fists into the mattress on either side of his hips. He used more force than necessary when he did, purposefully bouncing them a few times. The bedframe squeaked while he grinned at Ollie, chuckling before flinging himself over the side of the bed. Monty crouched at his bedside table, rummaging until he found a shimmery giftbag, which he promptly deposited onto Ollie's lap. "Happy birthday, bro," he said, smiling up at the other, remaining knelt beside the bed while stealing the coffees to free up his hands, setting them on the nightstand. There were two things tucked inside the bag. The first, larger item hidden in tissue paper was a hand-tufted laptop sleeve that he'd found at one of the local boutiques. Below that was a small box wrapped in blue paper, and it wasn't until Ollie was pulling it out that he felt the need to explain, "It's kinda dumb, but I thought it was funny." It was a set of vintage souvenir shot glasses from Atlantic City, purchased by Monty after an intense bidding war on eBay. "For, y'know, if we never actually make it to those casinos. Now we can lie and still say that we scammed the house." It didn't feel like much, especially compared to the weekend trip they'd taken for his birthday (a stolen and cherished golf ball now lived amongst the clutter on his desk), but this was how he'd always done gifts. He kept it kitschy and useful, verging on sentimental. And, of course, he still had every intention of twisting Ollie's arm into letting him drag him out for a real breakfast together -- or a late brunch, at the rate they were going.

[barry-j-blupjeans]

🎈 for Taako and Kravitz, the kid could be Angus or maybe Taako is forced to take Mookie because everyone else is busy

9. 🎈you're a single parent at this birthday party at my work and I cannot believe I have to keep up the shtick when I'd much rather be wooing you 

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Mookie Highchurch was the worst child Taako has ever known. That being said: He didn't know a lot of children. But he was pretty damn sure they weren't all this bad. Mavis was chill, mostly, but a little too stuck up, and Taako had given up on her after she told him that "stealing from the grocery store isn't cool, Uncle Taako". Kids these days, really. Angus was sort of teetering on the edge between cool and uncool, because, on one hand, he did help Taako finish his undergraduate degree. On the other hand, he insisted that getting Arby's every day was "bad for your health" and "death to your wallet".

(Both were true but Taako would never admit it. Where else would he get potato cakes?)

Actually, if you put it in that perspective, Mookie was objectively the coolest out of all three of the children Taako knew. Mookie didn't send him the disgusted side-eye only a pre-teen could manage when Taako used a slang term. He didn't want to read science books all day like Angus and he didn't think that Taako was a "consequence of all morally bad choices catching up with him" like Mavis (he really needed to talk with Hekuba, like, come on). He was loud, and fun, and adorable.

Like a baby demon. Or a puppy who would bite you when you stopped paying attention. Or both.

Taako sagged against the prize counter, head in his hands. The bright lights in here were giving him a headache. Why he ever agreed to taking Mookie to this birthday party, he'd never know. Even worse, the other parents seemed to have no clue that he wasn't Mookie's father. Taako was too overwhelmed to be upset about that. Maybe for payback, he'd make Merle take his place at work for a day. That'd show him.

It'd also ruin his business forever, probably. Okay, scratch that, he'd find some new revenge.

"Hey," said a voice from Taako's right, barely perceptible over all the noise. Taako looked up and then immediately flung himself away. The mascot for the restaurant was standing next to him. It- they? He?- was tall, covered in green fur, which didn't make sense because he was an alligator, and alligator's didn't have fur- with some sweet kicks on and a neon pink shirt. No pants for this 'gator.

"Sorry!" the alligator said. The rest of the words got drowned out in the heavy music that played.

"What?" Taako asked. The alligator seemed to repeat what he said, but it was just a soft undertone under all the sound. "I- I can't really hear-"

The alligator held up a hand in a "follow me" motion. Taako glanced over his back- Mookie was fucking kicking ass as skeeball- and shrugged. He'd be fine. The gaggle of moms near the tables would handle him. Taako followed the alligator towards a room labeled "Employee's Only!" and stepped inside. The music could be heard through the door, but dimmer, and more manageable. The lights in here were much softer.

"Geez," Taako said, leaning back against the wall. "Thanks, my man."

The alligator lifted his hands to his big, terrifyingly realistic head, and twisted. After a second of struggle, the head popped off, and underneath was a human man, who shook his hair out of his face. He set the head down on a table nearby.

He was... hot. Like, holy fuck, this dude was hot. Those cheekbones? That hair? His goddamn eyelashes were so long. Taako suddenly felt breathless for very different reasons.

"You seemed overwhelmed," the alligator- god, that was weird now without the mask- said. "Are you okay?"

"I'm-" Taako snorted, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, I mean, I've got a pack of hell children running around me, and mine keeps wanting to show me bugs he found on the ground every three seconds, so, like, yeah. Not thrilled about all of this."

"It can be a lot," the alligator said. "Which one's yours?"

"He's not mine, actually," Taako said. And then, "not that I took him from someone! His dad was busy so I was like "sure, I'll take care of this monster for a few hours, why not?" and then he was like "oh, he's got a birthday party to go to! Good luck!"" and now I think he's either at a dance recital or out clubbing. Who's to say at this point."

The alligator smiled at him. Taako's insides did a funny little flip.

"He's the really short one," Taako said because he suddenly realized he hadn't answered the question. "With the curly hair- hey, homie? What's your name? 'Cus I keep calling you "the alligator" in my head and that's not working for me."

"It's Kravitz," he said, tucking a loc of hair behind his ear. "The curly-haired one is the one who threw a basketball at me earlier, right?"

Taako wanted to die. Just strike him down then and there. Mookie was no longer cool. They did not throw basketballs at hot alligator people. What was Merle teaching this kid?

"Yeah," he said. "That's him. Sorry about that."

"I can deal with him if it means I get to talk with you," Kravitz said. "Wait, that's- fuck, didn't mean to say that. Sorry, uh-"

"No," Taako said, grinning. "You don't get to back out of that so easily. Keep talkin', Krav."

"I got some... children... to go, uh, frighten," Kravitz said, picking up the mask. It was hard to see, but there was definitely some blush on his cheeks that wasn't there before.

"You gotta go frighten some children," Taako repeated. Kravitz nodded, slamming the alligator mask back onto his head.

"Yup," he said. "You can- feel free to stay in here 'til your ready to come out-" Taako snorted. Kravitz batted a hand towards him, but didn't comment on it. "If anyone asks, just say I let you back here, yeah? Uhm, gotta- gotta go get basketballs thrown at my head and stuff, so-"

"Good luck," Taako said.

"Thanks," Kravitz said, still sounding flustered. He slipped back through the door and Taako stared after him for a moment before leaning back with a smile.

Maybe this wouldn't be too bad after all.

[omegalomania]

hello 8 days ago you drew some very cool mania fan art and you said the narrative isn’t relevant but have you considered…..it is relevant to me ? (please share)

dklfldkjflkd ALL RIGHT WELL if you're asking thennnnn

oh my god this got so fucking long. im putting it under a cut because it contains a) a fuckload of text and b) some concept drawings and stuff that i threw in there cause why not.

(for anyone unaware, the ask is referring to this art i posted without much context a little while ago, though it also relates to this one.)

so basically back when mania was like, the new hotness, there was only one big like popular bandom au based around it and frankly i fucking hated it. i dont want to get too mean but i really did think it kind of sucked and it felt like a bunch of missed opportunities and it fizzled out cause the creators sucked anyway but even on a conceptual level i was just so over it. so a couple weeks ago i get heated about this in the groupchat and go "what if i just invented a different mania au, but better." and no one told me to do it but i just went for it anyway because this is what happens when you leave me alone in a room i just start Making Shit

so behold, an au that caters to no one except me, birthed from spite. literally all the file names for these are labeled "mania spite au" and so on. this came from a desire to meld themes from the album into a semi-cohesive narrative

so whats the narrative? GLAD YOU ASKED

for the central "antagonist" i decided to use the mania entertainment group concept, which is something fob toyed with in marketing the album but never really did anything with. so, fine. here's this massive entertainment-based company and they're fucking huge. they're fucking massive. think disney, basically.

employees at this fuckoff massive company include 3 ordinary dudes: patrick, a sound engineer; joe, an electrical engineer; and pete, a dude with a position in admin.

for various reasons all three of them are just kind of drifting in this state of not really wanting to be there but not having a lot of choice. patrick is neutral about the work he does but isn't really in love with it, mostly just keeps his head down and minds his own. joe hates the work, hates the ethos, hates the ideology of the company works for, but seeing as MEG is so big there's basically no alternatives so he has to grit his teeth and do it. pete basically inherited this big shot position in administration but feels fundamentally directionless and didn't actually engage in the work out of a genuine passion for it buuuut it's not like he can just walk away from a really good position especially without a fallback plan.

that's the backdrop. inciting incident?

an interdimensional demigod gets stuck in MEG's basement.

kinda anyway.

theres a rupture in the fabric of spacetime. and out spills this guy, the demigod of instability. since he's, you know, fundamentally unstable, he basically broke into this reality by mistake and gets himself stuck. and because MEG is a big shitty company and their only morality is profit incentive they look at this dude and go "hey, free power source” because hes yknow, an interdimensional minor deity so he’s kind of got a lot of power at his disposal at baseline.

so yes theres our setup. three guys working at this shit company, and one glitched up demigod who's stuck being exploited directly by said company. and he doesnt get a name right away i guess cause hes a freakin god Why Would He but yeah that guys andy.

also fun fact those glowy glyphs hes got instead of tattoos are the same fictional language we see the little girl in the young and menace video speaking.

SO anyway andy is stuck in the basement of a fuckoff massive company having his power leached/exploited and he's desperate to escape. so one night he takes advantage of the fact that hes literally the avatar for the very concept of instability and blows the building power, in the process zapping the three dudes closest to his physical location. like so.

dudes all black out, pass out, and when they wake up they're subtly different though they don't know it yet. joe, patrick, and pete have all become god-infected and since andy is a deity of instability, they’ve all been infected with subsets of that power. each of these powers relate to their mentalities at the point of infection as well as certain lines and themes that exist on the album.

joe is infected with temporal instability. glitching forward and backward in time, temporal looping, shit like that. this is mostly restricted to his own personal timeline; he can affect his own future, not anyone else’s, cause he isnt exactly a god here just a god-infected mortal.

patrick is infected with kinetic instability. basically this means he gets control over the way things move; speeding or slowing momentum, switching directions ,etc.

pete is infected with material instability. essentially, he can alter and phase states of matter. he can’t fundamentally alter the molecules in an object, but he can alter the way those molecules are arranged.

side effects of god infection include but are not limited to: hearing the voices of other god-infectees in your brain! hearing that god try to communicate with you in Your God Damn Dreams! accumulating more and more otherworldly traits the more you use your weird new god infection powers! and MORE

the long and short of it is that andy uses this newly established mental link to say “im stuck in your shitty company’s basement please help” and eventually they do that. they break this guy out and in the process end up on the wrong side of the mania entertainment group, the law, the entire city, the world...basically they’re fucked and literally all they have is each other.

i also wanted to draw predominantly from the album themes, at least as i interpreted them. i figure it’d be pretty tasteless to do a straight up narrative About a mental breakdown. instead i look at the elements present in the album as stuff that can be paralleled in a narrative. no, the album does not deal literally with being some kind of extradimensional entity, but it does deal with the idea of feeling heavily isolated, misunderstood, and like you have no friends. the album does not deal with going on the run from a super-powerful corporate conglomerate that wants you and your friends in their custody, but it does deal with the idea that society expects you to adhere to certain strictures, and deviation from those will be punished. mania as an album discusses what it is to feel dissonant compared to those around you - how you can feel innately monstrous, or incorrect, or like your flaws make you fundamentally impossible to love. that’s part of the reason i like the idea of physical transformation being displayed on each of the guys as they use their otherworldly god infection powers more and more; as they become a little more decoupled from how reality expects them to be, they start to look less “perfect” in the eyes of how the world expects them to behave. but it’s those flaws that give them strength, bind them together, and allow them to relate to one another. not fitting in, which makes them so miserable at first, becomes crucial to how they eventually become drawn to one another.

if this whole thing sounds like an excuse for a cosmic found family trope youre right thats what this is because who the fuck do you think youre talking to.

in order to make that big long illustration i posted earlier, i basically drew a bunch of busts as concepting, got carried away, and then cropped them down. here are the full images if anyone is curious.

interdimensional demigod of instability andy. the glowing sigils all over him shift and swirl and never really sit in one place which means i don’t have to worry about consistency when i draw them ho ho

joe gets this inky pinky distortion/corruption deal the more he uses his temporal instability powers. it never consumes him completely and it doesn’t hurt or affect how he moves around but it can look pretty alarming, especially when wee little bits start flaking off him.

patrick’s design is perhaps obviously based on those llama things that fob got sued over lol cause a) i think patrick getting horns is great and b) again i wanted to draw from the album’s marketing. using his kinetic instability powers starts with sprouting horns and then comes the teeth, the fur, etc. idk how far i want this kind of corruption to go but it could be gnarly if he becomes a big furry werebeast at some point like that’d be fun.

pete’s design doesn’t go as hard as i originally wanted it to but i liked how it turned out too much to alter it. he gets four stubby little horns and volcanic veins like lightning bolts jagging up all over his skin. the veins are the giveaway that he’s using his material instability powers, but the more he uses them he eventually gets himself some horns too.

all four of the guys get rad glowing eyes cause im a sucker for that shit

ALL RIGHT I THINK THATS IT. again i literally just invented this thing during my lunch hour at work out of spite and its just something i think is fun to dick around with. i dont have any serious thoughts about it or whatever but im flattered literally anyone is curious about it so THANK YOU FOR ASKING

[ifwallscouldtalkkkk]

"Look, I'm not gonna kidnap you" - Michael Clifford Oneshot (COLLEGE)

Female reader × Michael Clifford

Mentions of alcohol, slightly tipsy (consensual) interactions, swearing, SMUT.

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You miss your bus home after a night partying with friends. Luckily, you meet a guy willing to give you a ride home, and his playful pinky promise to not kidnap you somehow convinces you to accept.

The smut in this story is fairly short. This was my first ever attempt at writing fanfic back in 2018, and I was a bit scared of sounding stupid

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Your shoes clacked as you ran on the cobblestones. You were so close to the bus station that you could see the bus driver flicking a cigarette butt onto the ground and leaving the embers glowing on the dark cobblestones, before taking his seat behind the wheel. You picked up your pace even more and frantically waved a hand in the air, hoping that you could cut ahead as the bus made its turn around the station back and onto the road. You cursed under your breath, mentally labeling yourself an idiot for staying at the party a couple of extra minutes to say your goodbyes to a friend who was too preoccupied with shouting random answers to the ongoing pictionary game to even hear you.

You skipped every other step on the small set of stairs to reach the platform, and when you reached the corner where the bus would turn, you started jumping up and down and waving in a feeble attempt to get the driver to stop and pick you up even though you weren't technically in the pick up zone. You could see him seeing you, it was a clear summer night and thus barely even dark! But the near empty bus didn't stop. The driver probably saw you as an entitled child who was too drunk to be on time, and maybe he was at least 25% right.

”Fucking bastard” you squeezed out through clenched teeth as you stomped around in a little circle with your head thrown back in frustration. Calling your parents to drive an hour in the middle of the night to come pick you up and let you off at your dorm was not ideal. You knew that they would do it for you, not wanting you to walk the 6 miles home. No, this was definitely not your plan, but maybe it was a bit irresponsible to plan to take the very last bus for the night. You stomped one last time and breathed out deeply.

”What the fuck are you doing, girl?”, someone called out in a humored undertone.

You swiveled around and your eyes landed on a car parked a short distance away, at the designated pick up- drop off parking area. The boy whom the voice belonged to leaned out the open window of the driver’s seat, with his arms folded and propped up on the edge of the window. His smug smirk felt hurtful in your frustrated state, but it brought you back to reality somewhat. You could admit that you probably looked like a child who didn't get a pony for christmas – and to be honest, you felt the same amount of betrayal.

”What a fucking jerk!”, the guy in the car yelled when you didn't answer. ”Where ya heading to?”

You donned a tortured expression, brushed out your skirt, picked your bag off the ground, and started walking home.

You heard the lone car start and you put a bit more speed in your step. It soon pulled up mere inches from you anyways.

”Come on, you're not seriously walking home? You obviously live a ways away since you were supposed to take the bus”, he said with the same amused tone in his voice.

”I'll be ok, and you're probably wanting to get home yourself”, you said, trying to politely reinforce the idea of him leaving you alone

”Look, I’m not gonna kidnap you, I pinky promise”, he chuckled at his own words but continued when you kept your eyes locked straight ahead. ”Girl, I’m guessing that you live on campus, and that's like a billion miles away. I’ll drop you off all gentlemanly at your doorstep and tip my imaginary top hat at you as I drive away, never to be seen again.” You stopped walking and he had to jerk his car to a stop along with you.

”The fact that you know that I live on campus is not very reassuring”, you replied.

He rolled his eyes and let out a little laugh. ”That bus-” he pointed down the road that your planned ride home had disappeared along a few minutes earlier ”-goes straight to campus. I just dropped my pal off here to avoid driving him all the way to the uni, but looks like I’ll have to go there now anyways.” You looked him in the eyes. The way he spoke elicited a strange amount of trust, and although a couple of piercings and a questionable hair color for an adult could be spotted under his beanie, he didn't seem like bad news. ”Look, the door doesn't even lock properly, I wouldn't even be able to kidnap you!” he demonstrated the faulty lock on the passenger door. You had to smile at the enthusiastic way he presented it.

”You promise you won't leave serial killer notes in my mailbox?” He lit up even more at your reply.

”Promise”, he said. You swung your bag up on your shoulder and reached for the door. This was in no way the wisest thing to do in the situation, but you were already overwon by his goofy charm.

You climbed in and kept your gaze forward, feeling the boy's eyes on you, and you caught yourself subconsciously holding your breath. You caved and looked at him when it became clear he wasn't going to drive forward before you gave in.

”Seatbelt.” he said with a parental tone. ”Can't have such a pretty girl making unsafe choices!” It wasn't as funny of a comment as his facial expression suggested, but he really knew how to lighten the mood. ”Michael.” He stretched his hand out to shake yours formally. You replied with your name and a firm handshake. ”Oh girl, with that grip, no one could even dream of succeeding in kidnapping you" he said, laughing at your overly stern behavior.

”I just hate limp handshakes", you smiled, rummaging around in your bag after a snack. ”Damn it I left my granola bar at home”, you muttered under your breath.

”Oh uh, I've got a bag of peanuts somewhere…” Michael trailed off, reaching over to the glove department to rummage through his own stuff. His warm hand grazed your bare knee while reaching and you tensed up at his accidental touch.

”Dude, eyes on the road!” you exclaimed and he chuckled in response.

”I thought risk taking was a theme tonight – oh wait, here they are!” He plopped a bag of salted peanuts in your lap.

”Wait, you're not allergic, are you?” he asked. ”Some risks are not worth taking.”

”No, I love peanuts, no worries”, you poured a handful out and put a few in your mouth. After a night consisting mostly of liquor and dancing around, something to eat felt heavenly.

Michael asked you a couple of standard questions about your studies, and you gave all the standard answers.

”I kinda miss studying. Never thought I'd say that." Michael smiled. His hand dipped down into the bag in your lap to get some peanuts, getting dangerously close to between your thighs. You stumbled for a few seconds.

”Um oh, ok really?” His behavior was so unlike anyone else you knew. He was so daring and sure of himself, but he felt so warm and fuzzy in contrast. Maybe the previously ingested alcohol skewed your judgement, but you couldn't help but find this stranger utterly charming.

”Yeah… I'm on the road a lot nowadays for work", came his reply.

”Oh, what do you do? Uber driver for college girls who can't keep track of time?” You saw one corner of his mouth pulling smugly upwards at your joke.

”Uh no, I'm in the music producing business.”

”Huh, that's fun. I wasn-" you didn't finish your sentence as a deer jumped out onto the otherwise vacant road from between a few bushes on the side of the long stretch of asphalt nearing the campus grounds.

”Oh shit", you heard Michael exclaim while swerving a bit and stepping hard on the brakes. The deer stared confused at the headlights before scurrying off towards the other side of the road. ”You ok?!” the boy asked between quick breaths. Your breath was labored too, but your eyes and mind were mostly focused on the male hand that had instinctively been placed protectively on your thigh while braking. Michael unfastened his seatbelt and leaned closer when he didn't get an answer.

”Uh, yeah…” your eyes now focused on his light, green, worried eyes.

You just stared. You didn't mean to, but you didn't make an effort to look away either. He had gotten so close. His left hand was on your upper arm in a protective manner, and his face was just inches away from yours. You didn't mean to stare, and you most definitely didn't mean for your eyes to briefly flicker down to look at his lips. He noticed. He must have noticed given the way you were both so focused on each other.

”Wa-", you began, but didn't finish the sentence. To be honest, you couldn't even remember what you were about to say. Your eyes flickered down again, when your vocal cords failed you.

‘Shit!’ Your mind blasted out inside your own head, but Michael didn’t pull away, or look alarmed. If anything, his brow furrowed deeper, all the while he was trying to calm his own breath. After a couple more sharp exhales his grip on your arm tightened, and he pressed his lips to yours quickly, as if he was taking a running start. You kissed back automatically before you even registered what was happening. You tensed up and felt Michael’s grip loosen as if to retreat. 'No no no', you were not gonna lose this moment. No way. To signal that you were on board with what was happening you brought your hand up to his neck. ‘He can't stop now’, you were aching for him to continue touching you.

He got more involved in the kiss in response, and your other hand found its way up to the back of his neck too. The hand that had previously resided firmly on your arm now fell to your thigh and snaked its way to the back of your knees, pulling you closer still. Your voice had given up any sort of attempt of self control, and a short moan escaped your lips. The man reacted to your premature excitement and his right hand fumbled to find your seat belt button. In a surprisingly smooth motion for the situation being, he simultaneously pushed his own seat back from the steering wheel, and pulled you onto his lap as soon as the belt let go of you. Both your hands braced against Michael's chest, while his own hands pressed into your sides. Your fingers curled to grip his shirt, and his fingers mimicked yours by curling too, his nails digging into you. You could feel your pulse going crazy. Michael's heartbeat was probably also going off the rails, because he lifted you off of him a couple of inches so that he could grow more comfortably in his pants. He looked you deep in your eyes the entire time and let out a lengthy exhale.

“Girl, I don't even know what to do with you.”

He grabbed your ass to grind you into him. You let yourself angle your head back in reaction to your core finally being stimulated, and Michael straightened up his upper body to nibble at your neck. You helped him by moving your own hips along with the rhythm, but his hands still stayed firmly on your ass. When you couldn't take it anymore, you reached down to unclasp his belt, but your fingers fumbled more than you intended. You hadn't noticed how much you were shaking in excitement before now.

The stranger turned lover stared into your eyes patiently while you unbuttoned his jeans, but as soon as you managed to slide them down his thighs he pressed you hard against him, almost as hard as he pressed your lips together. Your underwear starting to become soaked from the thought of what was to come. Michael shifted his underwear down to meet his jeans. His hands couldn't decide where to rest, alternating between your hips, your chest, and your neck.

When focusing on your hips, his fingers on one hand slid up ever so slightly underneath the hem of your underwear, and his touch left you grinding harder into his thigh. You could tell that Michael knew how wet you were, your panties practically gliding around. His fingers found your hemline once more, and he slowly let his fingers follow the leg seam downwards. He let two fingers slip between you and the fabric to rest right outside your entrance for what felt like several minutes, but then inserted them forcefully when your whimpers became more desperate. He groaned too, from getting to feel you from the inside and knowing what pleasures it gave you. As if this didn't feel explosive enough already, his thumb joined his other fingers and circled your clit carefully.

You felt your cheeks turn red from the blood rushing fast through your body. Feeling sparks in your lower stomach already was not something you anticipated. Michael seemed to understand though, because he stilled you from assisting his fingers’ movement. He had stopped his movements too to make sure you would focus on his face. The look of his eyes as he kept them locked on yours was piercing and the icy-ness of it felt amazing on your hot cheeks. He held one hand deep inside of you, and the other on his own throbbing organ. He slowly replaced his two fingers with his cock, letting you get used to him gradually. You sank down, and the pain of stretching was miniscule compared to all the pleasure in the air. Once Michael was sure that you were comfortable with him, he elevated his hips just enough to push your limits. He finally let out a well kept-in moan. The subtle hip movements turned more and more intense until the point where you could tell you would end up with leg cramps in a few hours. The car wasn’t gigantic by any means, but you found ways to make do. With your hands behind your back, you could hold onto the steering wheel for support, with the added benefit of letting Michael’s hands roam over your torso freely.

Eyes watering, heart pumping, and legs trembling, you could feel your orgasm coming closer. Both your moans blended together into an audible mess as the electric pulses took over your body. After your release, your body relaxed heavy against the steering wheel.

A long, loud honk sounded out before you could get the chance to lift yourself off in horror. ‘Oh shit.’ The motion of lifting yourself off and plopping down in the passenger seat again wasn’t graceful, but it was at least fairly quick. You sat paralyzed holding onto your seat as a dog barked loudly at the sudden interruption of the usual peace and quiet. A lamp lit up in a house a few hundred yards away. It took a minute, but Michael finally chuckled - his hands rubbing his face. You cracked a smile too, but your stiffened posture would take a few minutes to get rid of. Michael clearly had a more easily relaxed personality than you.

The back of his head lay on the head rest, and he let it fall to one side to turn towards you. The same all-too-humored look that he had when you missed the bus was painted over his face. He didn't say anything, and neither did you. Words didn't really help in this predicament. He just pulled his pants up to waist level again and turned the car keys. You two drove in silence the few minutes left to reach campus grounds.

He crawled to a stop outside of the main dorms, and turned his head lazily again. You had quickly gathered your stuff in your hands as he pulled in, and you got out the second the car stopped.

“Well, uh… Thanks for the ride”, you said politely.

“You’re welcome”, he replied just as politely, and with a rare sincerity.

You raised your palm up in a subdued goodbye as you took a few steps backwards, and then turned around to walk away. Your shoes on the asphalt click-clacked loudly in the silent summer night. You reached for the door handle, the cool metal feeling sobering in your grip.

“HEY!” a word sliced through the silence.

You spun around on your toes quickly.

“Hey girl!” Michael continued when he knew he had your attention. He was leaning out the rolled down window again.

“I know where you live!” The grin on his face almost bursting by the seams.

A huge smile immediately spread across your face too.

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[hoseokisgucci]

HIFTB (Hit it from the back)

GENRE: smut

WORD COUNT: 4.2K

PAIRING: Namjoon x reader

SUMMARY: OC moves into a flat, happens upon hot neighboour joon. Gets off to thoughts of said hot neighbour, and the rest is history.

WARNING: Joon hears her get off, theres a lot of consent in there, some slut shaming, some humiliation, some soft stuff. OC might have a size kink.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wrote something kinky in a long while. Lmk what y'all think. Hmu w requests, i wanna try writing some new stuff.

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"I told you, it's a pretty good flat. I'm glad you're all moved in."

"You were very spot on with this one, thanks once again dude."

"No problem at all. I'll come over in a few days and we can have that binge session, alright?"

"Yes ma'am."

After finally breaking up with your boyfriend, ex-boyfriend now, (who was probably labelled asshat by your friends) you had to be the one to leave your shared apartment, which led to you needing a place ASAP.

Your univeristy friend was the one who had come to your rescue when you had needed a place to stay. At first, when she suggested that she had just the place in mind, you were a bit iffy. But after seeing the place, and the rent, you were willing to move in at any moment. And so you did.

Which brought you to this moment in time, where you have probably just seen Adonis in human form waiting for the lift. When you stop beside the tall serving of man, he turns to you and gives you a small smile, which brings into focus his dimples. And his face. Oh God. His dimples. His fucking face. Yeah, his fucking face would be good to see too. Shut up.

The lift opens, and he gestures for you to walk in first. He enters after you, and stands near the panel, expectantly looking at you.

"Oh, uhh 5th, thank you." You stutter out.

Surprise colors his face as he turns to you and says, "I didn't know my floor had someone this pretty."

Oh? Ohhhhhh.

Looking at him head on, your eyes twinkling, mustering all the confidence and sexual prowess in your being, you reply, "Well sweetheart, now you know."

For a second, his eyes look like they'll pop out of his head. But that moment passes, and he seems to collect himself as he chuckles and nods his head, muttering,

"That I do."

The lift doors open on your floor, and as you walk out, you turn around to coyly give him a look, twiddling your fingers in a wave. He just stands there watching you go.

Oh baby, nothing ever felt this sweet.

The next time you run into Adonis is when you're stepping out of your apartment and he's...stepping out of the apartment...beside you. The sound of you closing your door makes him look towards you, and he smiles.

Screw his face, dear God.

You smile back, hoping that your face doesn't look like that of a raccoon, and turn to face him.

"Hey neighbour," he says.

"Hey, uhhh, neighbour?" you say, trailing off.

"My bad. I'm Namjoon. How have you been?"

"I think, I've been, pretty okay. You?"

"I've been good too. You like it here?"

The way he asks this, it seems like he's hinting at something else entirely and not just asking you a basic question. The low timbre of his voice doesn't make it easier for you to not misinterpret.

Scrabbling for a reply, on autopilot, you say

"Uh yes, yes! I like it. A lot."

His smile turns into one of amusement, and he starts walking to the lift. When you don't follow, he turns to look at you, raising his brows.

"You comin' sweetheart?"

You bet your ass I am.

After running into your neighbour a few more times, you realise that this man, is truly some other being. Aside from being cute as hell and having that voice which makes anyone wanna strip, he is actually, personality wise, very nice. And kind. Everytime you've run into him, he's offered to carry your groceries or asked about your day or suggested going for a walk. This one time, he even came to your door to give you your mail, saying he went to get his and figured he'd get yours too. Other times, you've seen him at the florist, conversing with an old lady, once outside the library with a small boy, and once coming back, probably from the gym. All sweaty and flushed.

Looking at a sweaty Namjoon had triggered something inside your brain. It was as if, seeing him like that added another dimension to him in your head. Earlier he was just, nice hot neighbour. But now, now he was nice hot neighbour who can pound me into the mattress four ways to Thursday. How hot would it be, big palms holding you down, biceps flexing as he thrusted into you, skin glistening, lips rubbed raw? Very fucking hot.

All you could think about that night was Namjoon. And it was all your fucking fault. If you hadn't ogled him, then you wouldn't be wetter than London in the rain right now. And you felt like a weirdo, humiliated and dirty at the thought of what you wanted to do. Not just with him or to him, but also without him. Only if you didnt get off at feeling like this, your predicament could've been a little different. But now, after contemplating (contemplation being, you thinking of one very naked tall man), you had no damn choice. You just had to get one out while your imagination was thriving with your memory of him. So you did what you had to do. You teased yourself, fingers brushing your clit, light touches here and there. Your other hand cupped your breast, a small moan slipping your mouth as you squeezed. Your fingers left your core to traverse up and twist your nipple, gently. When you let out a sigh at feeling some sort of relief, you twisted with purpose, a sound of surprise leaving your mouth when the pain gave way to pleasure. Fondling yourself, your eyes closed and all you could think about was Namjoon. Oh, how good it would feel to have him touch you like this. To have him see you like this.

Would his eyes darken with desire, would he get off at seeing you wanting him?

With this question in your hazy mind, your hand went back to your core, where you first pressed your pointer finger to your clit testingly. Sighing in pleasure, you drew tight circles with your pointer finger as your legs fell open. As the pleasure increased, another finger joined in rubbing your clit. Your back arched, hips stuttering, body seeking more pleasure. With one last sharp twist to your nipple, you dipped your fingers into your mouth. Your imagination went wild at the thought of your mouth being filled by anything. You pressed your fingers to your tongue, eyes watery, mouth sloppy, as you moaned at the thought of Namjoon filling your mouth with his fingers, or his dick.

The hand on your clit pressed harder, but when you knew you couldn't get off with just this, you whined, the sound garbled because of the fingers in your mouth. You thrust one finger into your core at once, feeling the wet heat of your walls, and started pumping it. After a few moments, another finger was added on the way in , and the stretch made you feel good. As you continued pressing in and out, your hips moving to almost ride your fingers, your moans building in volume, the hand in your mouth came down to knead your tits. Both hands messily covered in bodily fluids, hips chasing an orgasm, throat raw from whimpering, you truly felt filthy. When you closed your eyes, you could almost see Namjoon's sweaty face, you could almost hear his groans and feel his cock pounding away. It was this thought, which made your hips move faster, made your hand squeeze harder, and before you knew it, you were writhing and cumming and moaning his name.

Little did you know that the centre of your fantasies was on the other side of the wall, in bed, feeling shocked, aroused and guilty all at once.

You woke the next morning, feeling tired and sated. When you remembered what your body had yearned for, what you had done, you were ashamed. Sure Namjoon flirted with you here and there, but maybe he was just being kind and you were just an idiot who was attracted to him. He was sweet. And very fucking nice. Last night, it felt like you crossed a very big line, and you were pretty sure you couldn't look him in the eye anymore.

After having breakfast, when you were working on laying out the plot for your next documentary project, the doorbell rang. You were pretty sure none of your friends had said they were coming over, so you were wondering who it could be as you opened the door.

Oh. Namjoon.

Your face flushed as you remembered your actions last night. You cleared your throat and smiled.

"H-hey, good morning."

When he didn't say anything, you brought your gaze up to his face, and realised where his eyes were. So, someone else is doing the ogling now. When his eyes met yours, they widened, and he cleared his throat and said,

"Hi, I was wondering if we could talk?"

Confused at his vague statement, you nodded your head. You opened the door wider, gesturing for him to get in. When he closed the door behind him, you turned to walk further inside but a hand gripped yours and yanked. Your yelp of surprise was covered by the thud you made when you were caged against the door, by Namjoon.

What the fuck. Just. Happened.

His foreams rested on either side of your head, one of his hands still holding your wrist. Looking at his face, you could only conclude that he looked wild.

Feral.

"Hey sweetheart, have fun last night?"

His low baritone sent electricity dancing up your spine, arousal stirring in your gut. But when you registered what he actually said, your blood ran cold. How did he know what you were up to last night?

As if he could read your mind, he continued, "You know, the walls are pretty thin. At first I didn't want to listen to your lovely sounds. I thought you were with someone, felt like I was being a pervert, you know? But as you went on, moaned my name, I realised what it was. Little Miss Sunshine was getting off at the thought of me. How sexy. You know what I was going to do?"

With bated breath, head turned down, you wait for him to carry on. But when you realise he was wants you to speak, you meet his gaze and whisper, "What?"

"I wanted to come here and show you how I would do it. Let you take care of the problem you gave me. You would have loved that, right?" His eyes twinkle with mirth and lust, a challenge on his lips.

It's now or never.

You surge forward and kiss the smirk right off of his stupidly attractive face. After a moment of shock, his pillowy lips start kissing you back, body coming impossibly close to yours. His hands trail down and wind around your waist, pressing your lower half to him. When his mouth parts from yours, warm breath filling the space between you, your hand grips his jaw, turning it the other way as you kiss his neck. When your kisses touch sensitive skin, his hands start roaming your body. One of the butterfly kisses you're trailing here and there turn into a hickey when you latch your mouth onto his skin and press you teeth in. The skin gives deliciously and you lave your tongue to sooth the throb. The hand on your ass squeezes as your mouth pops free from his neck, and you fall forward into him. His head dips to whisper in your ear,

"Take me to the bedroom baby."

Wobbly and inebriated, you pull away from him, and start walking towards your bedroom. As he walks in after you and comes closer, you put a hand on his chest and push. No words need to be exchanged as he stays where he is, and watches you get on the bed.

Tantalisingly, you grip your top and take it off, not once breaking eye contact with the man. His jaw ticks as he looks on, tongue teasing the inside of his cheek as you lay back, legs spreading, coqeuttishly batting your lashes at him. Your hands cup your breasts, squeezing them. When you grip one of your nipples and twist, head titling back, eyes closing and lips letting out a whimper, you feel him get on the bed, climbing his way to you. You want to close your legs, to try and save some semblance of integrity but he doesn't let you. He grips the back of your thighs, and urges you to wrap them around him. When he leans over you, you feel his hip press into yours, the onslaught of heat making you sigh. His hands urge you to leave your bosom and wrap around his neck, one of his hands brushing the hair out of your face. Tenderly, he holds your face and kisses you. Slowly, as if he's tasting you, devouring you. The thought you had last night, of him seeing you like this, makes a spark run through you and you grind your hips into his. At the sudden action, he moans into your mouth, the vibrations shaking up your core. He pulls away, fingers touching your face and asks,

"What do you want, baby?"

You contemplate while two of his fingers trace your lips, dipping in around your eager lips. When your tongue stroke his fingers, his eyes darken and he pushes his fingers deeper into your mouth, saliva coating them and making them wetter. As he feels the inside of your mouth, he says,

"Don't even wanna answer, huh? Just want something filling you up. Are you that desperate, doll?"

Of course your inability to form any thoughts, let alone words makes his eyes glint with lust, his fingers reaching the back of your throat with every thrust in. As your mouth opens wider to accommodate his fingers reaching deeper, your legs widen even more and you start grinding into him. He chuckles darkly, face hardening and says,

"Aww baby, just want to cum, don't you? Want someone to hold you down and fuck you stupid? But I haven't even done anything yet, and you're already writhing. You haven't even answered my question, such bad manners."

He ends his statement by thursting deeper, harder into your mouth, making even more drool spill over your chin, and leans down to catch one of your nipples into his mouth, and bite. You mewl, back arching off the bed and into him, tears brimming in your eyes. His tongue soothes your nipple as it swirls around it, and his fingers lessen their vigour in your mouth, stopping altogether and resting on the edge of your mouth. His face comes close to yours and he whispers,

"Tell me what you want, darling."

He patiently waits for you to come back to your senses, allowing the haze to clear from your mind. When you realise what he has said, you grind into him and say,

"Fuck me. Fuck me like you want to, like you've been wanting me."

The words make him crash his lips into yours, passion pushing him to take off your shorts. His wet hand leaves the side of your face marked with saliva and his tongue pushes into your mouth. When he tries to pulls away, you bite into his lower lip, and take it into your mouth. He stills manages to pull away from you, and sits up on his knees. Both of his palms come to rest on the inside of your thighs and massage the soft skin, eyes taking you in. He sighs and says, enamored,

"God, you look like a dream. You feel like a dream, and you sure taste like one."

Ironically, his words make you feel shy, given your state, and you whine out, "Just touch me already."

Your words make him smile, the devil incarnate, and he says, "But I did touch you, and I still am." His hands knead harder into your thighs, emphasising his statement.

You roll your eyes and huff, "If you don't fuck me soon, I'll do it myself, or get someone else to-"

Your words are cut off by a moan as he suddenly thrusts two of his fingers into you, body caging yours as his other hands comes to grasp your jaw into his hands, your mouth shutting up. The only sounds you let out are titillating whimpers. He speaks in your ear, voice darkening with dominance,

"For a slut moaning out my name last night, you sure talk a lot of shit. When I'm done with you, nobody will be able to make you feel this way baby."

When you clench around his fingers, eyes rolled back, he hisses, "Of course you like being called a whore. I shouldn't even be surprised. Desperate little minx."

He adds another finger, carefully thrusting it in and out of you, fingers slick. When your walls flutter and you moan at the stretch, he says, "Shit. Feels so good around my fingers. Can't wait to feel this pussy clenching and cumming on my cock. You want that babygirl?"

His fingers feel amazing inside of you. Longer than yours, hitting all the right spots, they make you want his cock even more. So when he asks you if you want his cock, you nod your head, which makes him loosen his grip on your jaw, and you open your mouth to let out a litany of whines, chanting "Please, please, please!"

His body straightens up again, and his fingers pull out of you. You lean up on your elbows as your eyes try and focus on him. And you see him take off his shirt, revealing toned caramel skin, almost glowing as his muscles move with him. Your mouth waters when you see his pecs, firm and strong, with nipples that are just asking to be latched onto. As he moves to take off his pants, pulling out a square foil packet from one of the pockets, your eyes focus on his bulging biceps and then his bulging thighs, and you just want to take a damn bite. You don't know from where, but you want a bite.

Coming back to the present, away from your visions of biting into honey glazed skin, you see him tearing the packet and pulling the condom onto his dick. Oh shit. Oh god. Thats. You're going to die. You're going to ascend to heaven. His cock is just asking to be sat on. Its fucking perfect. Fuck. If you weren't so delirious right now, you would've let his fuck your mouth, nice and slow and then hard and fast. But you want that cock inside of you. Now.

When he puts the condom on and strokes his dick a few times, eyes trailing up to your face, he smirks in satisfaction when he realises you kept looking at him.

"See something you like?"

"I'm seeing everything I fucking like, but if you don't fuck me right now, I'll make you watch me fuck myself."

He gets on the bed as you say this, grips your legs and yanks you to him. Eyes concentrated on your face, he says,

"As much as I would love to do that, right now, I have something else on my mind."

You sigh in relief when you realise that, finally, you'll get what you want. Only when you're expecting him to enter you, he taps the tip of his dick on your clit. The shock makes you yelp, and he does it again, harder. One of his hands grip your waist and fingers dip inside your cunt, as he spreads your slick across the inside of your labia and starts moving his dick up and down, just rubbing onto your core.

Wound up and sensitive, you arch your back when you feel him so close, and you start begging.

"Please, I've been good. Please, Namjoon plea-"

He thrusts into you, just a little, but the force of it, and his sheer girth has you moaning. The stretch that you feel borders on pain, but you know it'll turn into pleasure soon enough. Your hands find purchase in the pillow above your head, legs spread wide around Namjoon as he thrusts deeper and deeper, still not completely fucking into you.

"Since you asked so nicely, I should give a slut what she wants, huh?"

His words make you moan louder, and you start saying, "Thank you, thank you, thank you, yes, please, thank you!"

"So now that you've got a cock in you, you've remembered your manners?" His voice remains unbothered as his hips work harder to piston into you, your body getting used to him and allowing him to get deeper.

You don't answer him, his movements forcing out a staccato of moans from your mouth. When his hipbones finally touch yours, and he sheaths himself completely into you on one particular thrust, you moan so loud, youre pretty sure the whole floor heard it.

After that, his ministrations get a little bolder, his thrusts get faster, his groans get louder and his hands on your body squeeze harder. When one of your hands creep down to touch yourself, he smacks it lightly and says,

"You're not cumming like this baby. Don't you wanna be on my cock like a little slut, letting me take you from the back?"

You nod your head and say please, fingers coming up to play with your nipples instead. Namjoon slows his thrusts and pulls out completely, flipping you over, hands urging you to get on your knees. When you shakily get on your knees and arch your back, elbows supporting your upper body, you feel Namjoon get behind you, smoothing a hands down your back. Then his hands grip your waist, thumbs touching the dimples in your back and he fucks into you in one quick motion. Its like a dam breaks inside you, as you start downright wailing and cursing, hips moving in tandem as the head of his cock hitting your g-spot with every thrust, slick walls fluttering around him.

"Fuck! Fuck yes! Right there, yes, yes, yes, oh God, yes!"

Your voice eggs him on, hips gaining momentum, thighs straining to give you what you want. One of his hands push your head down into the mattress, as he says,

"Looking so beautiful baby, just like a good slut. You're taking me so well, making me feel so good."

When you start mewling, and he feels you start clenching around his dick, he moves the hand on your head to start rubbing your clit. The added stimulation makes you move your hips back onto his dick, chasing the relief that you can almost feel on your fingertips.

"That's it. You gonna let go for me? Let me feel you cum on my cock baby, come on."

His voice, straining with control, mixed with the sound of your his hips slapping into yours, makes you clench and finally orgasm, back bowing and body coiling tight and then sagging as you let yourself go. His hips grind, and his fingers draw light circles on your clit to let you ride your high.

Once the bliss you feel wears off a little, and feel Namjoon still grinding into you, you turn your head to look at him, and you croak,

"Give it to me, please. Fuck me like a slut."

His pupils dilate, jaw ticking, and his hands find purchase on your body as he starts fucking into you in the earnest. The strength behind his thrusts makes your over sensitive core feel him even more, your cunt gripping onto him tight.

When he feels your warm wet heat enveloping his cock, his hips lose momentum as he chases his peak. You start moaning out, "Cum for me Joon, please baby, come on, give it to me, fuck, please!"

Its those words spoken out in your sweet, lust laden voice which pushes him over the edge, and you feel warmth fill you as he cums into the condom inside you.

He slumps over your body, arms still holding your hips, warm breath now hitting your neck. You wince a little as he gets off of you after a moment and pulls out of you. You turn over, body sore and sated as you look at him tie off the condom and throw it in the bin on your bedside.

His body still glistens like a glazed donut, face glowing and smile blinding as he turns to look at you and climb on the bed to cage you in his arms once more. In the most shy voice, he says,

"Hi sweetheart. How you feeling?"

Your cheeks redden as you hear his voice, soft and filling with adoration. You try to keep your voice strong as you reply,

"Like I got fucked four ways to sunday. You fuck like a damn beast. How the hell are you smiling at me like this right now?"

He laughs, "Fucking you four ways to Sunday can be arranged, maybe we can add a few more ways? And I just had sex with someone I've been crushing on. Please allow me to feel the sweet joy envelope me."

For a second, your eyes widen at his words, but as you feel him nuzzle into you, naked body now resting beside you, arm thrown over your torso, you can't help but let the happiness seep into your voice as you say,

"I think I can allow that."

[karls-writing-space]

『 Backstory 』

➵ Any TWs? :

➵ Subtle Mentions of Transphobia.

➵ Beau Romano - his deadname being Bianca - was born a year after his older sister, Faye. He lived with his semi-wealthy parents, Camilia and Dylan Romano in Manitoba.

When he was in second grade, Beau began to have a big sprout of creativity. He had drawn pictures of people and anthropomorphic animals, and create small little tales about these people/animals he has drawn. He Drew more and more of these as time slowly passed, and he enjoyed telling stories about these drawings. This had grown into a hobby, and something he enjoyed thoroughly.

His older sister came out when she was nine that she felt like a girl and that she was attracted to girls. Now, their parents are very accepting people and proceeded to assist and support Faye - who was formerly known as Lovino - get what she needed to transition.

Beau happily cheered on his big sister on, supporting her and showering her with love. He celebrated her transitions and her relationships happily, happy that he had such a prideful older sister.

By the time Beau was ten, he had begun to experiment with his sexuality by feeling some weird way towards a guy in music class. He talked with this guy more and more, and these feelings continued to grow.

After a couple of weeks, he felt the same way towards a girl in music class too. The feeling for the boy stayed, but now he had feelings for a boy and a girl.

One day, while walking to school with his mom, he heard two girls behind him talking about the people they liked. One of the girls had said that she was Bisexual, to which little Beau tugged on his mother's sleeve and asked what "Bisexual" meant. The woman explained that it was when someone liked two or more genders.

Beau put that into thought, and not even a minute later, he exclaimed "I'm Bisexual!"

His mom smiles and ruffled her son's - then daughter's - head. While Beau was still a kid, and she thought that Beau didn't know what he was talking about, the boy knew exactly what he was talking about.

Those feelings of the boy and girl faded over time. When Beau was twelve, he had fallen for another person. There had been this really cute girl in class who enjoyed drawing, and boy, what a talented artist she is.

Slowly, but surely, Beau began to fall in love with this girl, and spent time with her. Months went by, and the two had fallen in love.

The girl had confessed to Beau, which he accepted.

These two were a great, healthy Lesbian couple at the time. They were both very happy and loving. Beau had welcomed his girlfriend into the family, to which they welcomed with open arms.

The relationship lasted for two years until they fell out of love. The spark was gone. Their breakup wasn't nasty - they awkwardly stated that they lost that romantic spark on both sides. Beau had turned thirteen at the time. Beau and his ex-lover are on good terms to this day.

Once puberty hit, Beau looked at the body he had at the moment. He didn't quite fit with how it was. It made him feel like he didn't fit in a girl's body. He wanted to cut off his developing melons. So, he decided to talk to Faye later that evening, whom had fully transitioned. She was a beautiful woman. As he talked to her about what had been up, Faye stated that Beau could be Transgender, and even gave him a few articles on Gender Dysphoria.

Weeks of looking into gender identities later, Beau took the label "Trans Male" and used it to describe himself. With encouragement from Faye, he came out to his parents, who accepted him. He didn't want to transition as quickly as Faye, and wanted to take it slow. Testosterone and binding first.

As he grew older, Beau got bullied for being a Transgender Bisexual man. He was experiencing Transphobia from a few of his fellow peers. He knew that not everyone would accept him for being who he was, but this hurt quite a bit. Being bullied for this wasn't fair - he had every right to express himself! - but nooo, people were idiots.

His love for writing had grown more and more over the years. He began to write little stories that he presented in school and posted online. People loved his little stories. Whether they were fanfiction or characters and universes he had created in his head, they received a lot of positive feedback. Sure, there were haters, bullies, trolls, and rude people in general, but Beau didn't pay attention to them too much.

Beau had gotten top surgery when he was fifteen. He had been on testosterone for a year, and he had been binding for that time being. He loved his new, flat chest. Sure, he would have a scar on his chest from the surgery, but it didn't really bother him. He was happy that his tibbies were deleted. Now he could feel like a guy somewhat.

During the time passed from fourteen and fifteen years old, Beau had been watching a show known as "Total Drama" with Faye. The show was appealing to the young teen. The risky challenges were entertaining, most of the cast was likable, and it was really entertaining for the young boy. He'd talk about joining the show every now and then and would think about what his label or cliche would be on the show.

Timeskip to now, Beau and Faye are sixteen and seventeen respectively. After watching an ad to audition for the next season of Total Drama, Faye looked over at her little brother.

"Hey... You should audition to be on there!"

Beau, liking the idea, auditioned for the show. Once his audition was seen, Beau was invited to be on a season of Total Drama.

『 Voice Claim 』

『 Miscellaneous Facts』

➵ Theme Song

➵ Quotes

"O-Oh, hello...!"

"I'm Beau. It's nice to meet you!"

"It's too people-y in there. I-I'd like to stay right here."

"He's... Kinda pretty."

"Are you lonely? I could hang out with you if you'd like."

"I-It's not a diary! It's just a journal that I put my writing and ideas in."

"Sorry, I'd rather be by myself. I-It's nothing personal -- I j-just don't like large groups of people."

"Sorry... I'm rambling again, aren't I? Sorry about that..."

"He's a... He's a man. And I'm just a boy."

"Ciao, bello..!" (Hello, handsome..!)

"Aren't you guys a little too old for a bedtime story?"

"Fine, fine. Once upon a time, there were a few guys on an island who needed to go the fuck to sleep. G'night, guys."

"What do you mean that 'isn't a good bedtime story? I think it's a brilliant story."

"Fine... There was once this God named Fóllame de lado-"

"Hey - do you wanna fuck around with the others?"

"H-Hey! I apologize for interrupting what you were doing, but... I'd like to confess something if that's o-okay? Look, I'll cut to the chase. I... love you, dude. And not in some bromance way. Like... I have romantic feelings for you. I love you so much I could scream it to the world..! I hope you f-feel the same way. And if you don't? That's p-perfectly fine."

"Good morning, mio amore."

"Sorry, but could you like, shut up for five seconds? Thanks..."

➵ Ship Names (OC X Crush or OC X OC)

Duncan x Beau = BeauDun/ BeauCan

DJ x Beau = BJ / BeauJ

Alejandro x Beau = AleBeau

Mike x Beau = Meau/Bike

Lightning x Beau = Blightning/BeauLight

Topher x Beau = Beaupher / Beaupher

Shawn x Beau = Sheau / Bawn

➵ Random Facts

• If they're comfortable, Beau calls his male friends "Bello" (Handsome), and his female friends "Bella" (Beautiful).

For Nonbinary folk, it depends on what they prefer.

•Beau has learned how to play the ukelele from Faye.

•He would actually like to go windsurfing sometime!

• Speaking of his sister, she's a well-known acrobat/performer for her age. He admires her for being so talented in such a thing..

• His sister is an extrovert, and more outgoing than Beau. The two are opposites,,but yknow, opposites attract!

•Beau prefers to write stories that are/include horror, action, and supernatural/fantasy. He can write romantic stories, but he doesn't prefer writing things like that.

•He has written some shitty fanfictions when he was younger. He will share them among his friends and laugh at what he wrote.

•The languages he speaks are:

• English

•Italian

• (Some) Spanish. [Italian and Spanish are similar language-wise in a few ways. That, and Beau just wanted to learn Spanish.]

• Respectful boi when it comes to Pronouns, Names, People's likes and dislikes, etc.

•Beau has some family members that live in Italy. He has gone to Italy to visit them numerous times.

• Beau doesn't believe in soulmates. He thinks that it's just some fairytale thing that people believe in. He wants to love someone on his own accord - not someone who the universe was like "Oh, let's put these people together.".

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[sydkn3e]

Lay Your Weary Head to Rest

“Had a damn good run, didn’t we?”

They’re the first words that either of them have spoken in hours.

Cas shifts in his seat. He reaches down, squeezes Dean’s hand. It’s frail, a little wrinkled, thin skin spread across sharp bone. He swallows; Dean hears his throat click. He looks up at him, furrowing his brow.

“We did,” Cas says finally, meeting his gaze. Those same wide blue eyes, the same look, even after all these years. Like Dean’s the only thing that’s ever mattered.

Dean gives him a smile, dropping his gaze to the bedside table when Cas smiles back. An old photo stares back at him, one that had taken them several tries to get right, with Dean struggling to set the timer and Jack hardly ever looking at the camera. They’d finally gotten one, though, of the four of them, arms slung around each other’s shoulders, smiles on all their faces. Cas and Dean in the middle, Sam to Dean’s right, Jack to Cas’s left. Dean’s gaze hovers over Sam.

“He knows?”

Cas nods.

Dean swallows. “He’s good?”

Cas leans forward in his chair, laying his other hand on top of Dean’s. “He’s happy.”

“Happy.” Dean huffs a laugh, rubbing a hand over his chest. “I’ll be damned.”

“It’s the very least what you both deserve.”

Dean closes his eyes, breathing in deep and letting it out slowly. He thinks of Cas. Of the day they saved him from the Empty. The day Chuck gave him his powers back. The day they said secret vows to each other one night after a rugaru hunt, and Sam’s knowing smile when they’d returned home.

He thinks of Jack. Of the first time he ever drove the Impala. The first time he went on date. He thinks of his inquisitiveness and kindness. He thinks of how the three of them raised a kid seemingly pre-destined for evil to be one of the most empathetic people he’d ever had the pleasure of knowing.

He thinks of Sam. Oh, does he think of Sam. He thinks of the Sam he saved from the nursery all those years ago, the Sam who ditched school and a loving girlfriend to help his family. He thinks of the Sam who saved his life numerous times. The Sam who beat Lucifer. The Sam who saved the world.

Sam died peacefully in his sleep just a few short years ago, with his wife by his side. He was happy. Dean was happy for him.

Dean opens his eyes. Cas looks at him, and he knows. They both do.

“It’s time.”

Cas lets out a shaky breath. “Yes.”

Dean blinks up at him. Cas’s eyes are glassy, his lips slightly parted. He looks the same as he always has, the same as he always will. A picture frozen in time.  

“You gonna be there when I wake up?”

Cas’s face contorts, eyebrows drawn together, eyes downturned in the corners. He tilts his head, leaning in closer, holding Dean’s hand between his own and pressing it to his lips as he speaks.

“Of course.”

Dean smiles and squeezes Cas's hand. He closes his eyes, and finally lets himself sleep.

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When he opens his eyes again, Dean squints against a bright light. It fades slowly and he blinks, chasing away the black spots in his vision. There's a old door, light streaming underneath, knob old and tarnished. He reaches out it, turns it, and steps inside.

It's Rocky's.

Soft music from the jukebox fills the space, but Dean's focus is drawn to the man sitting at the bar, two chilled beers open in front of him.

Sam turns, laying an arm across the bar. He looks like his old self, devoid of wrinkles and gray hair. He smiles, sliding one of the beers to the stool beside him.

“There you are. We've been waiting.”

Dean's breath hitches and he swallows. Something in his periphery catches his eye and he looks over, seeing his reflection in the mirror behind the bar. His meets a wide- eyed gaze, a smooth face with faint freckles. A face he barely remembers. A face he hasn't seen in forty years.

He slowly reaches up, watching his reflection, and touches his cheek with a hard bob of his Adam’s apple. The skin feels as smooth as it looks, with some peach fuzz to go with it. Dean takes a step back and looks down at himself, almost laughing when he sees his old body. He’s wearing clothes he hasn’t worn in ages, old hunter flannel with jeans and thick boots. Dean feels...young, light, like him again. His hands look strong, not withered and trembling with the effort just to hold a damn cup of coffee. Dean almost wants to unzip himself just to see-

“Dude, do not look at your junk with me here,” came Sammy’s voice again.

Dean snaps his head up, blinks, and grins. It’s a little wobbly, and his eyes are blurry, but he walks up to his little brother slowly and stops just a few feet from him. He looks at him- really looks at him- and swallows past the lump on his throat. So many memories come rushing back his knees almost buckle. His death had been hard, of course, but not surprising. Few hunters got to grow old like they did. Settle down. Have families. Sam passing in his sleep had been a miracle.  

Dean finally slides into the barstool next to Sam and wraps his fingers around the beer. It’s cold and Dean bets it never gets warm.

“So,” he says, voice rough and unsteady, “this is…”

“Heaven,” Sam nods, taking a casual sip of his beer. As if he isn’t sitting in a bar in Heaven, looking 40 years younger, in a bar that doesn’t really exist. Then again, he’s had some time to get used to this.

“You, uh…” Dean licks his lips, running his thumb over the cool glass of the bottle. “You said ‘we’. Who, uh…”

“Everyone,” Sam chuckles softly, setting his beer down with a quiet thunk. “Bobby, Charlie, Kevin, Jo, Ellen, mom...dad.” He shrugs and turns in his seat, bracing an arm over the bar. “But I wanted some time with my brother first.”

Dean clenches his jaw and nods, his throat bobbing. He can’t think of all their faces right now. It’s too much and of course Sam knows that. Knows he wouldn’t have been able to handle all of them at the start, at once. That’s the real reason Sam insisted he go first and Dean is grateful his brother knows him so well.

“How are you...here?” Dean asks, finally looking up, taking in the face he hasn’t seen in years. Decades. “I thought in Heaven everyone stuck to their own little piece of paradise.”

Sam shrugs, rapping his knuckles on the worn wood of the bar. “Let’s just say you have it in with an angel who apparently has a lot of pull around here. Plus, I think Chuck kinda owes us one.”

Dean’s eyes suddenly glance around sharply, searching for that familiar blue tie and trench coat. Cas isn’t there, though, and Dean tries to push away the flutter of panic in his chest. Cas promised he’d be here when Dean “woke”. He’ll be here.

“Sammy, it’s…” Dean huffs and scrubs a hand down his face, then finally pulls Sam into a tight hug. “Damn, it’s good to see you.”

“You too,” Sam says roughly, patting Dean on the back hard. The hug probably lasts longer than it should, but fuck if either of them care.

“How-how you been?” Dean asks, pulling away and finally taking a chug of his beer. It’s perfect.

“Really...really good,” Sam laughs, tucking some hair behind his ear. Dean doesn’t have it in him to poke fun at the length. Yet. “I kinda thought I’d get bored, you know? But...I dunno, man. It’s nice to just...be. Peaceful. Nice to know it’s finally done for us. Whatever happens down there...it’s up to the next generation now.”

Dean nods in understanding. Despite them “retiring”, a hunter never really stops. They slow down, sure, but never stop until their bodies just physically couldn’t keep up anymore. Or something ate them. Either way. Sammy and Eileen had married, moved into a beautiful house, had a kick-ass daughter and a dog. But even through that, Sam had still helped out where he could. Researched cases for other hunters, found cases and hunters to take care of it. Even joined a case every once and a while, but that had been rare.

Dean had taken longer to pass the mantle, so to speak. Habits die hard and all that. Him and Cas took over the bunker, made it a sort of way station and safe house for any hunter- or victim- in need. It was Cas’s insistence that finally made Dean give up active hunting. It had been surprisingly easy once he did. Domesticity had never been something Dean ever thought he could have, but with Cas...well, the angel always made things easier. And it helped that Cas always found interesting ways to keep Dean occupied.

He had always felt a bit anxious, though. Waiting for the next apocalypse, the next big bad to come and fuck everything up. Sam is right. It’s nice to know he’s done now. He can rest, knowing that all those nasty monsters aren’t his problem anymore.

“You think we taught him well enough, then?” Dean asks, spinning the bottle against the wooden bar.

“He's got this,” Sam says reassuringly. “And even if we didn't… Cas is helpin’ him. When he needs it.”

“Cas.”

“Yeah.” Sam looks over at him, tapping a finger against his bottle. “He was with you, there at the end, wasn’t he?”

Dean looks down at his glass and smiles, huffing a laugh. “Yeah. ‘Course he was.” He raises his head and catches Sam’s eye, finding his brother smiling softly at him. Dean coughs once and clears his throat, looking back down as he fingers the Cosmic Cowboy label on his bottle. “He, uh...he said he’d be here.”

“Dean.”

Dean snaps his head up, and there he is.

Cas is standing at the other end of the bar, with a case of Grackle stout in his bare arms. He’s wearing a Rocky’s t-shirt and jeans, his hair tousled and swept to the side in the way Dean had come to love over the years.

Dean slides out of his seat, grinning.

“Cas.”

Cas smiles widely, complete with eye crinkles, and sits the case on the top of the bar. Dean starts over to him and Cas rounds the bar, his arms wrapping around Dean’s waist when Dean throws his arms around him.

“It’s really you,” Dean murmurs into his neck, eyes swimming.

“I told you I’d be here.”

Dean swallows and closes his eyes. He thinks about how he’s never felt more at home, more content, more happy than he does at this very moment, finally getting to live peacefully with his brother and the love of his life. With all the people that ever made his life worth anything.

With the person who made him realize his life was worth something.

“I love you, Dean.”

Dean lets out a gasping sob masked inside a laugh. “Love you too, Cas.”

Dean pulls back and touches a hand to Cas’s cheek, then claps him on the shoulder, squeezing softly. He looks back at Sam and runs a hand down his face, wiping away stray tears. He quirks a smile, tilting his head.

“End of the line, eh, boys?”

“I like to think of it as the beginning,” Cas says sagely, pressing his lips together into a smile when the brothers look at him.

Sam smiles, cheeks dimpling, and shrugs. “Nothing ever really ends, does it?”

Collaboration with my cowriter and soulmate @deanmon69 🖤🖤

[philanddanxreader]

Tease Part 3

Hello, Love bugs. 

Phil X Reader

Tease 1, Tease 2

Warnings- Smut baby. Hey, it’s me your friendly smut writer Ashley! This is a Dom-sub story so in case you are not into that here is your warning. Or if you think it’s disrespectful to woman blah blah blah then you can read my opinions of that here. So for the others who like a Dom-Sub relationship, this one is for you.

I NEED A PASTEL!READER AND PUNK!PHIL HIGHSCHOOL AU SMUT D:< WITH CUTE LINGERIE (sorry if I sound demanding I just enjoy this concept a lot and want to see it more) ILY:) -Anon

Please for all that is good and holy, write Tease #3 lmao. I love the series sm, and all your other works !! Keep at it dude- Anon

The car ride was quiet. It was never this quiet between the two of you. The only sounds were the radio lightly playing and the sound of Phil taking deep breaths every so often. You still didn’t know what had set him off from earlier but you didn't feel like it was the time to ask. What you were sure of was that the earlier games from the classroom were not going to be forgotten. You decided to focus on that. Phil would talk about his problems when he wanted.

Pulling in front of your parent’s house you had suddenly felt the usual butterflies appear inside your stomach. Usually, if the two of you were fooling around it was at his place. There were only two other times that you had taken him here. You kept the rules simple when it came to seeing other boys. You don't shit where you eat and you don't eat where you shit. In other word’s you never took boys home. But Phil wasn't another boy.

“Shall we? You have kept me waiting all day. I actually had half the mind to take you to the boy’s locker room like the first time.”

“I remember. You have calmed me down since then.” Phil smiled as he left the car to open your door. It was oddly romantic for someone who was apparently just a fuck buddy. It was stupid thought that you pushed out of your head. Leading Phil to the house you made sure to check if no one was home. After checking around you pulled Phil up the stairs towards your room. You had closed for the only seconds before your back was pushed into the door. 

“Shall we pick up from where we left off?” You nodded as Phil pulled at your bottom lip with his teeth.” Oh, pet I need a verbal answer.” You cleared your throat to try and find your voice as Phil’s hands found their way all over your body.

“Yes, please.” 

“Good girl.” His lips were crashing into yours in a mix of lust and desire. It wasn’t just a desire to fuck each other. It was more.

Phil grabbed behind your thighs to lift you up. You jumped up to be lifted. He walked the two of you over to your small twin bed. He gave you a bit of a toss to onto the bed as he hovered his body over yours. His lips were all over your body. Between kisses on your lips, jaw, neck and chest was sensory overload. Between the kisses and his hands over your body you just felt the need. Your hands were trying to go in his hair before he halted immediately grabbing your wrists in his one hand.

“You’re funny. No touching, no sounds. unless I ask a question. You break a rule and I will not hesitate to stop. Nod if you understand.” You nodded slowly in understanding. Phil was content to continue where he had left off. His hands continued at the hem of your shirt lifting it slowly until it was over your head. You leant up to make it easier to get the top off. Phil started to be mean to you. He knew your weaknesses. He started to suck and kiss at your collar bones making you release a little squeak. True to his word Phil pulled away with the biggest smirk he could muster.

“I’m sorry.” Phil still had the smile as he gave a small kiss to your lips.

“You need to learn some self-control.” back to your chest, he decided to give some attention to the other side making sure to give a quick bite to your skin. You had to bite your lip to keep everything inside but it worked. Phil was satisfied so he decided to give into you a bit by reaching under you to undo your bra. As he undid the article he couldn’t help himself by taking over your mouth. Kissing him was always enjoyable. It was torture to continue keeping your hands by your sides and to not run your hands through his hair. Phil knew exactly when you wanted to do as he doesn’t ever recall kissing you without your hands scratching his scalp or giving little tugs to your hair.

“Can we please skip the teasing and get to the punishment? I think I may melt away if we keep this up.” Phil gave you a wicked smile as he backed away from you to explore your topless body with his eyes.

“Oh pet. This is your punishment. I could spank you or call you a little cum slut but we both know this type of game is worse for you. For you to stand there.” Phil took a step back to you only inches from your right ear.”While I touch you and drive you crazy while you can’t do a thing to play along.”

“You’re evil.” Phil smiled again biting his tongue. 

“Absolutely. Now stand up beside your bed and take off the rest of your clothes. Then come Lay on your back.” You did as you were told leaving your clothes in a pile on the floor. You and Phil had shared your childhood bed a few times in the last little bit of knowing each other but this was different. This time was filled with something else. “ Good girl. Was that so hard to listen?” You were about to shake your head no before remembering you were told to vocalise your answers. 

“No daddy.” It was your turn to smirk as you turned the tables on Phil with your small amount of defiance. 

“Oh, my sweet y/n. Even when you know I can punish you beyond belief you still use your smart mouth to get back at me. You know what that name does to me.” Phil bit his lip as he shook his head. He knew you were a handful but you were always pushing the envelope with him and he loved it.

“Makes your cock twitch daddy. Was that a rhetorical question?” You didn’t have another moment to be sassy before Phil was hovering over you kissing his way over your body. It was soft at first with kisses to your hairline. Moving to your cheeks he whispered little nothings into them. It was silent in the room but you were still unable to know exactly what he said. His words and smile were smashed into your face with every kiss.

“I know I’m not allowed to say anything but I have to say it now.” Phil pulled away from the spot he was kissing under your ear as he looked at you. 

‘Go on love.” You took a breath readying yourself.

“Are we a thing? I know I’m not seeing anyone else. Just you. You told me that I’m the only one but what are we? Fuck buddies, friends? Or something more?” You had never felt so vulnerable with Phil before and you had gotten to know every inch of each other’s bodies recently.

“I haven’t been with anyone since the first day in the locker rooms. I like you y/n. I actually more than like you. I just don’t want to worry about labels for now. In my mind we are exclusive. I only have eyes for you. I just want it to be the right time when we make it more. When I can give you everything you deserve. Trust me. You have me wrapped around your pinky finger.” Your eyes were still searching his but you understood. 

“So you’re mine.” It wasn’t a question it was a comment. Phil agreed as he placed another hot kiss to your already red puffy lips. 

“All yours. Now, can we get back to the task at hand? And don’t you start thinking that because I just confessed you have me under control doesn’t mean that any of this.” Phil motions with his eyes up and down your naked body. “Doesn’t change.” 

You smiled pulling Phil by his neck into a long kiss while mumbling a little “good” into his lips.

“Fuck it.” Phil was ripping his shirt off before leaning up to be able to undo his pants to spring his hardened cock free. “Please tell me you’re ready because I can’t. “ You laughed as you grabbed at Phil’s hand to take two of his fingers in your mouth. Phil released a little moan as he took his fingers out of your mouth with a pop as he pushed the digits into you. You were already wet but with Phil’s fingers thrusting in and out as he curled up to hit your g-spot and rubbing your clit with his thumb 

“I am now. If you don’t want me to cum on your fingers.” Phil cut you off with a kiss as he pulled out his fingers leaving an emptiness in its wake.

“No, I need t’ feel you cum on my cock.” When Phil was really getting worked up his northern accent came out even more. You reached into your bedside drawer pulling out a condom for Phil to put on. He took the wrapper and opened it and put it on as fast as possible. ‘What do you do to me?” You laughed as you reached down to pump a bit at his member. 

“Are we going to talk or are we going to fuck?” Phil shook his head as he pressed his tip to your entrance playing and collecting the wetness that had collected there. Phil smiled as he wrapped his arms around your back to pull you to a sitting position. You put your arms on his shoulders before lining yourself up with Phil again by guiding him in you with your hand. You sunk down to the base taking a moment to become used to the new feeling.Once you were ready you gave a nod to Phil as he started to give small thrusts. You started to give little moans from the feeling of your g-spot being repeated in a constant pattern.

“Bounce on my cock my pretty girl.” you obliged by starting to follow his thrusts. The room was filled with the sounds of your skin connecting mixed with muffled moans into each others mouths. Without warning or asking you felt Phil’s fingers find the way to your sensitive nub that was throbbing in a desperate need for attention. You actually gave out a little yelp the moment you felt the pressure and circles on your clit.“If you’re trying to get me to cum it’s going to work.” Phil smiled as he kissed his way up your neck surely to leave some marks on the path.

“Cum around me, darling. I want to feel you spasm around my cock.” You had to rest your head on Phil’s shoulder and give little bites from the overwhelming sensations. “Want you t’ cum on me. Show me your beautiful face love. Need to see you when you cum.” It took all of the energy you had but you lift your head to look at Phil. He instantly smiled when he saw your eyes on his. His unfairly beautiful eyes we’re the last thing you saw as your orgasm ripped through you. The wave of pleasure took over your body as Phil held you up from falling as he felt his own orgasm wash over as his warm seed collected in the condom. He wished more than anything it was in you so he could see it drip down your thighs. Once your breathing was somewhat regular you both collapsed beside each other in the small twin bed. 

The room was hot from the activities that just took place. You could feel your hair sticking to your face as you bit on your swollen lips from the vast amount of kissing the two of you had done. It was silent for a long while before you broke it turning to face Phil on your side. “Why we’re you in such a pissy mood after school today?” Phil paused obviously trying to find the right words in his still fuzzy brain. 

“Some of the guys were talking about what they would do to you. I couldn’t be near the sick fucks. You’re mine. And only mine.” It was almost a reminder. But it wasn’t like you needed reminding after the world shattering orgasm. “Imagine if they knew what I was doing with you. Think they would be singing a different tune?” Phil laughed as he pulled you close even if the both of you were already as hot as lava.  

“Don’t honestly care what they think. Only care about your opinion.”

[aerypear]

I don't think anyone in Pandora Hearts is Yandere and I personally think taking a note from wiki to help form an answer isn't necessarily a good idea, especially for someone as hyper complex as Jack. You're not wrong in saying he's not Yandere, but you're painting the wrong picture of him. It may have been more appropriate to State you couldn't get into it and leave it at that.

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Jack is obsessed with Lacie. He loves her and he hates her. If it meant that he could stay by her side, he'd kill for her. He couldn't understand what Lacie loved in the world or in the Abyss, but decided that if her final resting place is the abyss, he'll bring the world to her.

If that's all you know about Jack then frankly you're missing a big chunk of the picture. Especially when it comes to his feelings/emotions (haha, lack there of). Lacie brought out the same visceral emotion that he had labeled on his abusive mother. Being a Bastard child ensured that he was raised as if he was not apart of society. Lacie coming into his life, giving him the same motherly treatment that Jack could understand was that singular "feeling" Jack could feel from Lacie. That's why he hated her while simultaneously loving her. (He sought motherly familiarity from Lacie).

Jack quite literally wrecked himself and lost himself in the process to be with Lacie again, he whored himself out until he raised his social ranking in polite society, wore an array of masks that worsened his mental condition making him a maladjusted adult, and on top of it, pretty much fucked up his understanding of social affections.

Jack can't discern or understand his own emotions. Saying he felt like he owed her is pretty hilarious because he's so empty. Really, I would say its more like he didn't know how to live if it wasn't for Lacie because he's just that damaged. His whole life up until that point was for Lacie, he found a reason to live. (Which is singularly the scariest thing ever because he didn't decide to live on his own choice, but because those ruby red eyes judged him for wanting the cowardly way out of life and she told him "Find me". Lil mentally damaged Jack did just as "mother" said and found her.)

He gets a singular Pity point for trying to give Lacie the world she loved? Ouch.

Dude is a psychopath (and he knows it LMFAO), innocently naive one second, and horrifically manipulative the next thanks to everything in his life.

Oswald in his mind was a friend, someone he appreciated, and hung out with. Glen in his mind was the one who ripped Lacie away from him. Oswald and Glen are the same person just to show that's how effed in the psyche department Jack is.

I don't think Alice is yan. She isn't even in love with Oz. (Jun confirmed in an Interview that she wanted Oz and Echo finding love together but she didn't have enough time so the idea got dismissed.) Her twin sister is more yandere than Alice obv both weak. The canidate is actually Jack Vessalius.

Hey there anon. Kai here.

I don’t think Julie will ever answer you so I’ll take over here. 

When we first got this request, I did recall Jack the first time around. But I wasn’t quite sure since my memory of Pandora Hearts is pretty hazy and tbh, Pandora Hearts wasn’t that memorable. It’s boring AF. Side note before talking about Jack: I do recall Oz and Echo and the strong implications between the two being shipped but I never really liked it lmao. I was a hardcore Alice x Oz fan. 

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