#add on: a PRIVATE group chat

[queerofthedagger]

you'd think it was easy not to be a little bitch to fanfic writers, but apparently for some people it's really not huh

[archive-double-knots]

Imma do a thing

Doesn’t do the thing and disappears for a month

[jakei95]

This will be the last update about the accusations against Nyx and me from last year and recent months.

VERSION EN ESPAÑOL:

I cannot force everyone to forgive or believe us, but I would like to provide a closure from our part on the events following Hopeless Peaches' false accusations last year, and a few more that have been reappearing this year, once more.

In recent months, we resumed communication with CrystalFlame, one of the victims of the Glitchtale server. Crystal acknowledged that the accusations against us for allegedly being sexual towards minors and bribing her to remain silent about our "crimes" were entirely fabricated by these people. It was never our intention to hide our past mistakes with money. The separate donations Nyx and I gave to Crystal were solely intended to help her.

Regarding the conversations on Skype in 2017, neither Nyx nor I ever forced the minors present to engage in sexual behavior for our entertainment, nor did we sexualize them in any way. There were inappropriate conversations between adults, in which they should not have been involved, and we recognize our mistake in being negligent and not caring enough about them. I must admit that Veir also disgusted me, and I reacted foolishly by not confronting him or by saying things he liked just to make him leave me alone. I deeply regret this. Although we have apologized to Crystal for this, I also want to apologize to the minors who were there, even if they don't want to know about this anymore, and to the entire community for this huge mistake. Since Nyx and I stopped using that chat short after our irl meeting that same year, plus our detachment to the members of GT, we have changed our views significantly both in public and in private, creating a healthy community for everyone. I will add more details later regarding my experiences with NSFW material, for which I have also been accused of being a depraved person.

I disagree with how Nyx tried to explain how these behaviors were so normalized, but he never intended to endorse the toxicity and unpunished crimes occurring in Latin culture. Nyx acknowledges this, and we discussed it again privately with Crystal. We apologize once more to our Latin members who might have been offended by this take, which could have been better explained. Nyx and I said a lot of things out of fear and frustration, which caused more harm and distress rather than solutions due to the explosive harassment we faced because of the false accusations by Hopeless Peaches and their group. I won't go into too many details because I have chosen to keep my mental health private, but this wave of harassment severely impacted my mental and physical health, and I am currently undergoing treatment to manage the aftermath.

However, I want to take full responsibility for causing Nyx to act out of emotion rather than with a clear mind in a desperate attempt to protect me, as Crystal ended up in a very complicated situation during the harassment wave created by Peaches, making her believe that our lives were in her hands and dependent on her choices. This was not only inappropriate but also unfair, considering Crystal was going through a lot at that time. Nyx and I poorly worded many things both publicly and privately. We should never have let our emotions take over while trying to defend ourselves. We could have handled the situation more maturely. None of these mistakes will be repeated ever again. Crystal has also admitted her mistakes. Many things would have taken a different path if dialogue had been the first option instead of public statements, but both sides have learned a lot.

With all this, I don't want to hear anything about Glitchtale, its creator, or its still-active members. Nor do I want to hear about Hopeless Peaches or their community, or what's left of it. My purpose on the internet is to entertain people with my art, and on the rare occasions I interact publicly, to maintain a calm and healthy environment, as I have been doing for years. My boundaries with fans are very strict and defined. It may sound ambitious or silly to many, but for a long time, I have wanted to make a difference and show that not all artists with a large audience are people who hide dark secrets and seek to harm others. I just want to tell stories and brighten people's days.

People have become used to seeing random individuals or public figures being exposed daily for horrible acts and behavior, which is very depressing. However, when those accusations are false, it is sometimes too late to undo the damage. No one likes to be pointed at and accused of something they didn't commit, especially when those accusations are serious, like harming another human being.

Some people today are confused and believe that I am actually Camila, and that Nyx is Veir, that my husband has been dating minors despite us being married, and that I defended my "pedophile" partner and protected other groomers. People are not only mistaking us for other individuals, but we also don't have anything to do with that other than the 2017 Skype chats. We have been put in some sort of black list from parts of the fandom due to misinformation or because some people seek an excuse to justify their dislike for us by wishing we had harmed real children. This is sickening, sickeing and frustrating if you actually think about the victims not only in fandoms but everywhere. So, please, I beg you to distinguish between names and what has actually happened. Even if you don't like us, don't seek or wish for us to be monsters just to feel proud of yourselves.

I feel I could regain some peace in my heart by having the opportunity to talk to Crystal about all what happened and ending in good terms. This should be the end of the whole controversy regarding the Skype Chat and the GT Server.

Now I would also like to take the opportunity to talk about other accusations still aimed at me to this day, which I once explained on a Twitter thread that was eventually deleted due to unnecesary arguments between fans. I'm being accused of being a horrible and irredeemable person for drawing a comic in my early years in the fandom that insinuated a non-consensual act between Cross and Dream.

Before any explanation, I want to emphasize that I still feel immense regret and shame for creating that nsfw comic, even if I didn't feel comfortable doing so, I still made the decision as an adult and shouldn't have done it in a space where there were minors and people who might find that material triggering. Even though it happened many years ago, it was not right, and I will apologize as many times as necessary.

I haven't had any contact with the creator of Dreamtale since 2017, so I'm unaware of her current viewpoint about this topic in general, but one thing is certain: both of us don't want to be associated with that ship between our characters and want to move on. We want it as far away from us as possible. I don't want anybody to harass her over this situation.

During that time, I was in an unstable relationship with the creator of Dreamtale, with whom I used to roleplay privately. This, along with being pressured to make the ship "canon", led me to create the comics for that ship. Among them was the infamous scene for which I'm accused of supporting rape. This content and private interactions reached a point where the entire situation made me uncomfortable, along with the toxic attitudes in our relationship, I ended up closing the blog, though not before writing a summary of what would happen next in the story -that didn't have any other sexual moments, to clarify-, simply a closure for those who enjoyed the comic. Not long after, we broke up.

After this experience, I began to realize that any NSFW content, both fictional and real, made me very uncomfortable. This is connected to future members of the fandom, like Veir, who tried to sexualize me, and later, ex-friends whom I wanted to please for their support during my growth as a content creator by drawing them private NSFW commissions. I ignored my discomfort, believing I was doing the right thing and that I could trust them, but what happened later finally made me understand that I personally cannot tolerate any of this content.

This group of people shared these private commissions among themselves. One of these people was someone I considered a close friend and was even my Discord moderator but began abusing their power towards other members, trying to escape the consequences just because of our friendship. They even tried to offer me money to remove a character from another artist who would appear in my animation as a cameo, just because they both had personal issues. I decided to end our friendship because I saw no changes or improvements on their part and I felt i was being used as a power tool for them.

It wasn't long after this that I found an alt account of them, posting these private NSFW drawings, tagging me to attract attention as a form of revenge for cutting ties with them (They also got Nyx's phone number to trying to get in contact with me despite what they were doing). These images spread last year among a few people who, unaware of the background, used them as a reason to question me as an artist. However I explained the rest of the story before it became more public, and I appreciate that they listened to me first, however, the damage was already done.

In March of this year, I made a thread on Twitter explaining this and my reason for not supporting or consuming NSFW content. I want to stay away from this whole debate. I don't want my words to be used to attack others. My reasons for not enjoying this are because I had people around me who caused me a lot of harm with this matter, it triggers me, and I don't like any sexual topics around me, even as an adult reaching my 30s. I simply don't like it, I'm not interested, and I want my feelings to be respected. I'm very aware that more than half of my audience are minors, and I know how to behave and what to show in my art, but there are still others looking for any excuse to call me or my husband horrible things. It has happened before with accusations of transphobia for making Frisk and Chara from Xtale male instead of non-binary as they are in the canon version. I have been called a pedophile for portraying Frisk and Muffet from XTale in an innocent romantic context, even though there is no age difference, just because is not following, again, the canon (which with all honesty, I'm not aware if it has been confirmed she is a child or not). I have been accused of racism because of the characters' skin color, and so on.

Being hated in a fandom as an artist with a big following is supposed to be normal, but, to what extent?

I know I should ignore those comments and move on, but I still don't understand why it hurts so much that people want to discredit my efforts as an artist and as a person by believing they have found some dark secret in me… I really can't understand, I just want to live in peace.

My art is my only escape from negative thoughts. Nyx is my only support in real life. I have been working on how to deal with online criticism and harassment, but it is really hard when people tell lies in order to ruin a life, especially when those lies try to make us look like disgusting human beings. This puts me in a lot of distress, mostly because I hate conflict and prefer to be left alone. I want to be a role model in this community by not getting involved with problematic people and toxic environments. Even if there are people who don't like my work, I want to show that there is still a bit of decency and common sense in the art community.

For this reason, this will be the last time I talk about this because I want to focus on what makes me, my husband, and my audience happy. I want to set an example, and I want people to read this, try to understand our position, and give us a chance.

Once again, we deeply regret the mistakes we made in the past.

[therian-database]

Hello there!

so, here's the deal:

I, a burnt out autistic highschooler, want to create an app for therians (as a therian myself).

Here's the basic features:

A database full of information on as many animals as possible (that can and will be updated!)

Blank templates for otherkins!

Each user has a profile- public or private- and can add theriotypes and notes about those theriotypes!

A journal feature where you can add pictures, drawings, and notes to a digital journal, similar to a glorified notes app lol- and you can make certain parts of your journal public or private!

Packs!

What are packs?

Have some word soup as an explanation: Basically if you want to create a pack to either make friends or add your friends, you can submit a pack request, where you explain why you want to make a pack and if you have specific people in mind to join, and I'm thinking that I don't want it to be like everyone has their own pack or whatever so that's why it has to be approved and stuff like I don't want too many different packs. Basically it's like a discord server or an amino thingy it's a big group chat and the pack creators can set up virtual events and send out pings like "hey! Join this zoom call if you wanna do some arts and crafts!!" Or smth like that

It's a database and a community!! If you would like to help out, please please please send an ask!! I would love all the support I can get!

P.S.

BE NICE AND DRINK WATER

[newsfromstolenland]

In one private chat group conversation, a Mountie was accused of saying a new female employee "was overweight and insinuating that the shape of her vagina was visible through her clothing."

In another, a second RCMP officer allegedly bragged about "Tasering unarmed Black people" and called a sexual assault investigation "stupid" — drawing comments from other members of the online group who "made fun of the victim" and said, "she's a dumb Mexican c--t."

An investigator with the RCMP's professional standards unit detailed those allegations and many more in a search warrant sworn to obtain evidence now being used to call for the firing of three Coquitlam Mounties for violating the force's code of conduct.

The CBC has obtained a copy of the search warrant — which recounts behaviour which led the officer who sparked the investigation to complain to RCMP brass about what he saw as "atrocious" and "racist and horrible" activity in a private group operating on the Signal messaging app.

Full article

Tagging: @allthecanadianpolitics

More from this article below the cut, because I think it's important to understand just how much fucked up shit they were saying:

(tw misogyny, domestic violence, racial profiling, anti-Indigenous racism, racism)

The documents reveal that investigators also reviewed 600,000 messages posted to the RCMP's internal mobile data chat logs — finding evidence of "frequently offensive" usage by the three officers facing termination of "homophobic and racist slurs."

"The reviewers had identified a variety of comments that were 'chauvinist in nature, with a strong air of superiority, and include flippant or insulting remarks about clients (including objectifying women), supervisors, colleagues, policy and the RCMP as a whole,'" the warrant says.

Code of conduct hearings against Const. Philip Dick, Const. Ian Solven and Const. Mersad Mesbah had been slated to begin in Surrey this week but have been adjourned until March of next year. All three officers have been suspended since June 2021.

Although Dick, Solven and Mesbah appear to be the only Mounties currently facing code-of-conduct hearings, the court documents say seven other officers were also part of the private chat group — including two supervisors.

Among the details contained in the search warrant are allegations one of the officers facing discipline joked about a domestic violence victim, calling the victim "a dumb f--king bitch, should've worn a mouth guard."

The whistleblower — Const. Sam Sodhi — claimed that outside of the private chat group, members of the group also "belittled Indigenous people, talking about how they were 'stupid' or 'drunk' and saying they have 'unfortunate bodies' and all have fetal alcohol syndrome."

"They would say, 'We're not going to the reserve,'" the search warrant claims Sodhi told investigators.

"We're not going there because we're not going to help those people."

According to the court documents, Sodhi was posted to Coquitlam in 2019.

"As part of that process, he wrote a letter about wanting to work in an urban centre and help at-risk youth that didn't have role models," the warrant claims.

But Sodhi claimed that on his second day at work, Dick — his trainer — asked him: "Are you a cool brown guy, or are you a Surrey brown guy? Because in that letter, you're whiny, like, 'Ooh, I want to help brown people.'"

Sodhi claimed there were two chat groups for members of the Coquitlam detachment assigned to Port Coquitlam — one for all members of the watch and a second private group that began on WhatsApp but then moved to Signal. He said he was told once he was "worthy" of the private chat group, "we'll add you to it."

The officer claimed he was admitted to the private chat group in March 2021 but left after a few days because of the "constant negativity." He said he was then accused of "not being a team member" and encouraged to return.

According to the search warrant, Sodhi complained to his superiors in May 2021, and a chief superintendent mandated an investigation into five Mounties — including a corporal who was accused of failing to take measures to prevent misconduct.

The probe initially focused on text communications between the RCMP's own laptops — known as Mobile Data Terminals. Investigators reviewed messages between the five men from January 2019 until May 2021.

"When members of the [Signal] chat group realized there was an investigation, they opined that the investigation was probably about 'MDT chats' ... since the private chat group was kept 'amongst the trusted' and 'there's no way this got out,'" the warrant says.

Examples cited from the RCMP computers include statements like, "Why do brown guys have unusually high pitched voices." "As an idiot woman would say ... 'toxic,'" and, "I just racially profile pulled over a car."

A review of the chat logs also allegedly found the three officers facing termination "appeared to use 'goldfish' as a slur for Asian people."

"For example, they talked about how 'goldfish' have 'bulging eyes' that 'can't see anything,' how a Korean church in the detachment was a 'goldfish church' and how 'goldfish' were bad drivers (a common Asian stereotype)," the warrant says.

[lemmetreatya]

kpop fanboy!eren who runs a famous stan account for his favourite kpop group — but mostly only famous himself because most fans stan him instead

kpop fanboy!eren who regularly posts dance videos or makes fan based tiktoks about the group. kpop fanboy!eren whos even been noticed by some of the groups on twitter when they do occasional menpas.

kpop fanboy!eren who makes a group chat for a meet up at a concert for his favourite group in his city. kpop fanboy!eren who adds you into the chat, unknowing of how cute you are. he doesn’t realise at first — being chat admin comes with it’s responsibilities and for awhile he’s unaware of who you are.

but one day kpop fanboy!eren checks your account out of curiosity and it’s absolutely star struck by how pretty you are. kpop fanboy!eren who dms you privately to get to know you. kpop fanboy!eren who no longer talks in the chat but never fails to text you throughout the day.

“fuck, you’re much cuter over the screen.”

kpop fanboy!eren‘s voice is deep as you cover your giggle with the back of your hand. why exactly was he facetiming you again?

kpop fanboy!eren who’s chats are suggestive despite his constant tweets about turning down advances from other fangirls. kpop fanboy!eren who asks if youd like to meet up a few hours before the kpop concert.

kpop fanboy!eren who takes you out for a meal at the kbbq place not too far from the venue.

“damn, you’re even cuter in person” he says as he hugs you hello.

kpop fanboy!eren who tells you to slip with him into his section of the concert venue so that you’re closer to the stage. kpop fanboy!eren who tells you to come with him to the toilets real quick before the concert starts — something about one of his contacts flying out.

however, once you step out of the arean seating area, kpop fanboy!eren softly leans you up against the wall of the hallway and you have to ask him what’s wrong.

“can i kiss you right now?” he asks, breath hitched and hands warm on your waist.

“what happened to your contacts? they’re okay now?” you muse although you can feel your heart picking up at his advances.

“they were always fine.” he rolls his eyes. “just wanted an excuse to get with you alone.”

and you figure that was the idea but you didn’t want to jump to conclusions. regardless, youre leaning in first so that he can get the message. kpop fanboy!eren takes the initiative and lightly kisses you as he meets you half way.

but the kiss doesn’t stay innocent for along and soon the both of you are gripping at each others faces and pressing into the other.

“okay, now i need to go to the bathroom.” he breaths and you understand what he’s getting at.

kpop fanboy!eren ends up fucking you over the sink in the communal toilets. his moans are so loud, garbling on about how he’s been waiting so long for this.

every time someone accidentally steps in, you have to abashedly cover your face because most of stan tweet were literally at this show. but kpop fanboy!eren didnt care about who saw, and that aroused you even more because he had more to lose than you did.

the both of you hear the thundering opening of the kpop act coming on stage and you want to get angry at the man but you cant! he was digging you out so good that maybe missing just the first few minutes werent so bad.

“ren…ren…t-the show.” you whine with the back of your head leaning against the mirror.

kpop fanboy!eren doesnt let up — he just continues fucking into your wet cunt.

“fuck the show. right now…im f-fucking…fucking you.”

kpop fanboy!eren pulls out at the last minute and ends up cumming onto your concert fit. you have in mind to be mad at him but the sparkling glow in his eyes and the way he still reaches in for a kiss changes your mind.

both you and kpop fanboy!eren go back to the arena area to watch the rest of the concert and you enjoy it regardless. you just both make sure to mute your usernames on the timeline once it’s finished.

[ihave-atummyache]

cinnamon

2min (Lee Know x reader x Seungmin)

5k Words (i just wanna say that before i edited this, the word count was at 5148…. 148… i love seungmin… then the 5 for Minho?? Yeah anyways.)

NSFW!!! 18+++ smut smut smut

You take a last look in the mirror before fluffing your hair. You grab a lip gloss and swipe it over your lips quickly before catching your friend's eye in the mirror behind you.

"Nervous?" She questions and closes the distance between you before draping her arms over your shoulders and pulling your back to her front. You immediately melt into her touch, finding comfort in the familiarity.

"A little," you admit, lacing your fingers with your best friend's.

"Don't be! You're so hot, y/n. They'll love you. Everyone was nervous for their first private event but that just means you caught somebody's eye out there... somebody rich," she adds the last part with a wink and you chuckle before she leans down and presses a kiss to the top of your head.

"You got this. Go get 'em, tiger," she teases, patting you on the shoulder before leaving to start her own set. You glance at yourself in the mirror again before standing and taking a step back.

You had chosen one of your simplest outfits, but also a crowd favorite. It was a red lingerie set, the shade of red complimented your skin tone perfectly. The top crosses around your back and ties in the front, it only takes one pull for the top to come off completely. You put on a simple matching red thong and some white thigh highs, finishing off with your red heels that lace up your legs.

You grab your favorite little black dress and pull it over your head. The neckline is just low enough that if anyone were to look down your dress, they would get a peak at the red lingerie that waits underneath. You smooth the dress down and give yourself a once over before taking a deep breath and walking out of the room, towards the private party room.

You've been dancing at this club for a few months, still a newbie, and you had your first request for a private show. This was huge, being so new, still, you’re equally as excited as you are nervous.

You glance up at the clock, right on time, before gently pulling the curtain back and seeing a group of men chatting and drinking, all lounging across the couches and chairs that the club had provided in the private room.

"Hi," you let a soft smile make its way to your face as suddenly the attention of everyone in the room is completely on you, "I'm Cinnamon. You can call me Cinny or Cin," you scan your eyes across the room and the men all return your gaze before introducing themselves one by one.

"I'm Seungmin, and this is Minho," the last one tilts his head at his friend and your breath catches in your throat at the sight of the two of them.

Seungmin had a softer face, sweeter. He had a smile on his face when he introduced himself and his friend. Minho, on the other hand, barely spared you a glance, let alone a smile. Still, his beauty was extremely captivating and made a dryness form in your throat.

"Pleasure to meet you all. Mind if I pour some champagne?" You offer, signaling to the unopened bottle in the bucket on the table.

"Go right ahead," someone replies and you grab the bottle, popping the champagne. Everyone grabs a glass before you walk around the room, in the same order that they introduced themselves, slowly pouring the bubbly drink.

Once you reach Seungmin, his gaze is already fixed on you, making you clear your throat and chuckle and you begin pouring into his glass.

"What are you staring at?" You raise an eyebrow at him, a smirk forming on your face. He raises both of his eyebrows in surprise, obviously not expecting you to call him out.

"Oh?" His gaze locks on your's and you freeze for a moment as you see something dark flash behind his sweet eyes, "Aren't you interesting?" He finishes, tilting his head. The action would actually be rather cute if you hadn't already clocked the sweet persona to be some sort of act.

"I've been called worse," You shrug, trying to joke off the comment but you can already feel your knees weak at his tone and gaze on you.

You finally break the eye contact and make your way to the last person, Minho. His chin is resting in his hand and his eyes meet your's when you approach him. He tilts his glass to you, wordlessly, making you bend down lower to meet him halfway.

He lets his gaze peak into the top of your dress and catches sight of the red lingerie, practically begging for him to ogle. He still says nothing as you stand back up straight but he purposely lets his eyes trail down your body when he knows you're looking, just to make you nervous.

And his plan definitely works.

You're thankful that the lights are as dim as they are or else he would be able to very clearly make out the red tint that covers your neck and chest.

You settle into the couch between two of the men, one of them being the one who had paid for the private room. You quickly jump into small talk about random things before the man on one side of you stands and excuses himself to the restroom.

Seungmin uses this opportunity to slide closer to you, replacing his friend's spot. You pretend not to notice him and how good he smells when he drapes his arm on the couch behind you, careful not to touch you but you still feel surrounded by him.

"Are you ignoring me?" Seungmin's voice is suddenly too close, making chills rise across your skin. You turn your head, crossing your legs in his direction to try to give him more of your attention.

"W-what makes you think that?" you mentally slap yourself for stuttering but try to put the confident mask back up to have this conversation with him. He shrugs, leaning back into the seat, his gaze still on you. He lifts his hips slightly, letting his legs fall apart and you have to gulp at how fucking…enticing he looks.

"You seem much more interested in everyone else," he replies, breaking your eye contact to let his eyes trail down your bare legs.

"You make me a little nervous. That's all," you confess, the single glass of champagne you had must be adding some sort of magical confidence to you.

"Mm. Why's that, pretty?" he does that damn head tilt again, making butterflies erupt in your stomach.

"You're just so... intriguing. Fascinating, even," your bottom lip becomes trapped between your teeth. Seungmin's gaze drops to your mouth for a moment before he meets your eyes again.

"How's that, baby?" He asks but before you can reply, the song catches your attention. One of your dances is to this song. This is your cue to stand and start the next part of the show. You smirk at the boy again before placing your hand on his thigh and using the leverage to stand up. Was that necessary? No. Was it just to elicit a reaction? Yes.

You step away from him, walking towards the pole in the center of the room. Your presence alone is enough to demand the attention of the entire room and suddenly everyone's eyes are on you. You step on the mini circular stage and wrap one hand around the pole, slowly circling it.

You stop when your back is to everyone before grabbing the strap of your dress and slowly sliding it down your shoulder. You grab the other strap and do the same before turning around and leaning back against the pole, the lacy top of your red bra poking out the neckline of your dress.

You let one of your legs slowly slide up the pole, making your dress inch up your thighs. You know that if someone is sitting in the right spot, they could be getting a really good look up your dress.

You lock eyes with the person in front of you and they land on those same cat-like ones that seemed so uninterested in you earlier. Minho is leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees and his glass of whiskey gripped loosely in his hand.

Oh.

His hands.

This is the first time that you've gotten a look at them and you can't help biting your lip at the thought of how they would feel inside of you...

Don't get it twisted! You're well aware that it is very frowned upon to sleep with customers. You never have! And you swore you never would.

But that was before Seungmin and Minho walked through that door.

You let your hands trail down your body, grabbing your dress and pushing it down around your waist. Minho's icy gaze never leaves your's and you have to let your eyes flutter closed to try to concentrate on the rest of the dance.

The smell of a lit cigar fills the air as you continue to dance with the pole, letting the music take you over. Once the song concluded, another came on, one of your favorites to do lap dances to.

You slowly step down off the stage, left only in your lingerie, heels, and socks. Though you aren't completely nude, the tiny set left little to the imagination. You grabbed the bottle of champagne and take a swig from it before walking towards the man that booked the room tonight.

You place one leg on the outside of his thigh, careful not to touch him too much before leaning forward and gently tapping his chin, tilting his head back. You bring the bottle to his lips and let the cool liquid pour into his mouth for a moment before using your thumb to brush a drop that had escaped from his lips.

You glance over at Minho and he still looks completely uninterested. This irritates you far more than you thought it would and you decide in this moment that you want to break him.

You circle the room, pouring the fizzy drink into each of the men's mouth's before you get to the last two. You graze your fingers over Seungmin's shoulder as you fully straddle his lap, much closer than you had done to anyone else. You even go as far as settling your weight into him slightly, just to feel him up against your core.

You wrap a hand around his neck, lacing your fingers into the hair at the back of his head and pulling slightly. His head falls back and you gently pour the champagne into his mouth.

Lastly, you have Minho. A smirk covers your face as you take the step towards him. A mischievous idea floods your mind and you have to fight the smile as you get closer.

You lean towards his ear, your breath tickling his skin. He doesn't move away from you or back away. He doesn't even freeze necessarily, he just allows you to do what you want.

"You could at least act like you like me, kitty," You tack on the nickname, a reference to his fierce gaze. He doesn't say anything when you lean back and take the champagne in your own mouth. You lean forward and grab his jaw before letting the liquid fall from your mouth into his.

Multiple shouts and laughs fill the room as the group teases Minho and congratulates him simultaneously. You pull away from him, letting a chuckle leave your lips as your gaze meets his.

His eyebrows are raised, an evil (and hot) smirk on his face. You shrug, triumphantly before continuing your show.

Many more dances, lap dances, intentional contact, unintentional eye contact, your set was technically concluded. Now you were to act as the host, making sure everyone had what they needed.

You had just stepped back into the room, having been asked to get some more cigars. They had grabbed some girls and people and begun dancing with each other. Lap dances in one corner, people grinding on each other in the other, one of your friends and coworkers up on a table. You chuckle before making your way to the seat that Minho and Seungmin were sitting, sipping on drinks and chatting with each other.

You ignore their gazes as you settle on the arm of the seat, right in front of Seungmin's arm. If he were to move it forward a few inches, his arm would be around you waist. You pop open the humidor and grab the cigar cutter before cutting a few cigars, as per request of the party.

You pass two to the men on the seat next to your before placing the container on the table in front of you. They both light their cigars and you glance over at them before standing and sitting yourself down on the corner of the table in front of them.

Seungmin crosses his ankle over his thigh, his hand resting on his knee. The rings adorning his fingers catch your attention as they reflect off the red lights of the club. His bangs fall into his face as he tilts his head slightly at you. (insert photo from above)

"Cinnamon, huh?" He asks, smile on his face. You grip the edge of the table, and lean forward, breasts threatening to spill from the top of your bra.

"That would be correct. Do you like it?" Your tongue peaks out between your teeth and he chuckles at the cute expression.

"Mm. What do you think, Minho?" He asks, turning to face his friend. Minho glances over at him, smoke circling his pretty, no, perfect features. His pretty nose on fully display and his intense gaze leaves you for a moment, focusing instead on Seungmin. (insert photo)

"I think it matches her," he replies, acting as though you aren't even there.

"I'm right here, y'know? I can hear you," you squint at his pretty side profile and he turns his face, leaning forward and it takes everything in your power to not back away. His entire demeanor and aura was just so intimidating and hot.

"I know. But you aren't the one who asked me the question, are you, sweetheart?" The tone of his voice alone had you squeezing your thighs together. It was so condescending but so ... hot? Ugh, brain!! Think of a better word than hot!

"No, I guess not," your voice had grown much less confident and smaller under his scrutinizing gaze and the way he just dumbified you.

"Hm. So you can be a good girl? I'll remember that," he makes this comment so quietly, you're not even sure Seungmin heard it before he lets out a snarky chuckle and stands, jerking his head towards a free spot where no one was dancing.

"Come dance?" It is supposed to come out as a question but seems more like a demand in your ears. You stand quickly and Minho finally leans back into his seat, gaze on you and Seungmin.

You follow him before he turns to face you. You wrap your arms around his neck before slowly beginning to sway to the beat. You let your eyes fall shut and Seungmin's arms wrap around your waist gently. His deep voice fills your ears and you can barely hear him over the thud of the music and your heart.

"Is it alright if I touch you?"

"Yes. Only you. Only if it's you," you confirm, barely thinking straight as his grip tightens. His hips catch the rhythm of yours and, much to your surprise, he's taking lead against you. Who knew he had some secret dancing skills?

He glances over your shoulder before letting out a chuckle and spinning you gently in his arms. Your head falls back onto his shoulder as he continues to gently guide your hips against his.

Your eyes flutter open when he traces the lace of your panties. Your body instinctively reacts, jumping in his arms at the gentle touch.

"Your friend is looking at us," your eyes lock with those same cat-like ones that you have been swimming in all night.

"I think you're focusing on the wrong person, baby girl," you jump again when his fingertips gently trail up your torso, brushing against your nipples through the thin fabric, and making his way to your throat.

A gasp leaves your mouth when he gently wraps his fingers around your throat. He isn't choking you, it almost seems like he's trying to rile Minho up.

You're glad that your backs are turned to everyone else and nobody can see just how far you're going with these two. You usually would never go this far, but there's just something appealing about the two of them.

"Come on," you breath the words out, before grabbing Seungmin's wrist and dragging him towards the door. You stop with your hand on the doorknob and turn to look at Minho again.

"You coming?" You know he can't hear you but he reads your lips perfectly and stands without a second to spare. Your grip on Seungmin's wrist tightens as you slip into another private room that you know won't be occupied tonight.

You step in the door and before you can say anything, Seungmin pulls his wrist back, making you stumble back into his chest. His hand trail down your bare arms, even more goosebumps rising and he leans down, his breath warm against your neck.

"You're so beautiful," he brushes your hair over your opposite shoulder and places a kiss to the newly exposed skin, "You should be mine," he finishes but before you can reply, you hear the door shutting behind the two of you, followed by slow footsteps until Minho enters your sight.

He reaches his hand out and gently rubs his thumb across your bottom lip. Your eyes flutter closed for a moment before they reopen and your gaze fixates on his again.

"Don't look at me like that," his voice is rough, deep, sexy. Between his words and the kisses being pressed to your neck and shoulder, you're practically a puddle between the two of them.

"Like what?"

"With that sweet, innocent look in your eyes. It makes me want to ruin you even more," he takes a step closer, his chest pressing into yours and forcing you to lay your head back onto Seungmin's shoulder again.

"Then ruin me," your voice is quiet and for the first time since you've laid eyes on him, a smile spreads across his face. A short chuckle leaves his throat before he leans in and presses his lips to yours.

The kiss is messy, all tongue and spit. It's disgusting and hot. He tastes like cigars and whiskey, the slightest twang from the champagne that you had spit into his mouth earlier.

You let him push his tongue further into your mouth and one of his hands creeps up the back of your neck and laces his fingers into the hair at the base of your skull.

"She looks so good like this," Seungmin's voice sounds from behind you and Minho pulls away from your lips to glance at him over your shoulder.

"Let me see," Minho replies, using the grip in your hair to turn your head to side and meet your lips to Seungmin's.

His kiss is different, more meticulous. It isn't much kinder than Minho's. It's dripping with dominance and forces you into the same submissive state as his friend's lips. His hands settle on your hips, pulling your hips against his bulge.

You're starting to be able to feel his hardness poking your backside, making you grind into him. Knowing Minho's eyes are on you, have you grinding into Seungmin more, deepening the kiss before Minho's using his grip in your hair to pull you away from his friend's lips.

"God, she's practically devouring you. I think I just saved your life," he teases and Seungmin chuckles in response before his hands are grazing the top of your panties again. He snaps the band against your skin, making you let out a yelp and jump in their hold.

"You're sensitive, aren't you, sweetheart?" Seungmin asks but your head is already becoming too fuzzy to give him a true response. You let out a hum and suddenly you feel a sharp sting to the outside of your thigh. You jump again and lock eyes with Minho's.

"He asked you a question. Be a good girl and speak when spoken to." He commands you and you nod, swallowing the dryness in your throat.

"Y-yes. I'm sensitive. It's been a long time," you confess and Minho's grip in your hair loosens. He tucks a stray strand that had fallen into your face, a smile on his lips.

"See? That wasn't so hard, was it?"

"It wasn't. I'll use my words from now on," you promise and he raises a manicured eyebrow at your sudden submission.

"Well, except when my cock is down your throat," Seungmin's filthy words have your eyes growing wide and you turn your head to the side to catch sight of him, already looking at you. His eyes are dark again, that same thing flashing that you had seen earlier.

"On your knees, princess. You heard him," Minho's voice sounds and you obey, immediately dropping to your knees, facing Seungmin's slack covered thighs. You place your hands on either on of his legs and despite being thin, you can feel the firmness of the muscles against your hands.

Minho's hand appears from behind you and he quickly undoes the buckle on Seungmin's belt, pushing the pants down until they pool around his ankles, leaving his hard cock and boxers at eye level with you. You reach forward with shaky hands and slowly peel the waistband down, letting his cock spring free.

He's big. Not too thick but long, your throat will definitely be sore after this one.

You gently wrap a hand around him, making a hiss leave his mouth at the contact. You stroke him a few times before finally wrapping your lips around the head of him. You slowly let your head sink down, taking him as far as you can without gagging, before pulling back.

"Oh come on. You can do better than that," Minho's voice sounds from behind you and then you feel his hand on the back of your head, pushing you down his friend's length. You gag and choke around Seungmin as Minho guides your head up and down him.

Drools drips down your chin and you can feel it beginning to make its way down your neck and chest as you let the man take advantage of your throat. He's fucking your face like no other and you have no choice but to take it.

"Shit. You're gonna make me cum. I'm gonna cum down this t-tight little throat," Seungmin's hand finds it's way on top of Minho's and he holds you in place, deciding to thrust his cock in and out of your mouth before his stills, spilling down your throat.

He is so deep in your throat that you have no choice but to swallow, practically choking on a combination of his cum and your own spit. He lets out a deep groan, pulling you off his length before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours, his tongue sliding into your mouth and tasting himself on your tongue.

"My turn," Minho's voice sounds and Seungmin pulls away from you. Minho take his place in front of you and glides his two middle fingers across your lips before pushing into your mouth.

Your jaw drops open obediently and he pushes the two fingers into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue.

"What a good little mouth for me to use. Tell me your name," his fingers swirl around your mouth, sometimes dipping further towards your throat and gathering the moisture from there.

"Cinnamo-"

"Your real name. I want to say it while I fuck this tight little throat. And I want to moan it again when I fill up that cunt of your's," his words are filthy, they have you blushing and writhing in your spot.

"Y/n," you speak out when he pulls his fingers from your mouth.

"Mm. Pretty name for such a pretty little play thing," He pulls his fingers out of your mouth at the same time his free hand is tugging his pants down. He’s big too. Thicker than Seungmin but not as long.

“Open sesame,” He chuckles before shoving his cock into your mouth and straight down your throat, his pelvis practically pushed against your nose before he pulls all the way out, making you choke and drool all over yourself and his shoes.

“Fuck, that was hot,” Seungmin’s voice is breathless and you suddenly feel his hand under your chin, tilting your head back so he could get a good look at you. Your makeup is ruined between the tears and the drool and he was getting hard again at the sight.

“You’re so pretty,” his voice is almost fond, his eyes were genuinely admiring every square inch of your face, “I need to fuck her,” He finishes, glancing up at his friend, who rolls his eyes in response.

“You’re impatient,” he objects.

“She can finish sucking you off while I fuck her,” Seungmin defends and Minho rolls his eyes again before take a step back. The way they’re talking about you like you’re not even there has more wetness pooling in your thong.

Seungmin smirks and uses his other hand to grab the top of your arm, pulling you to standing. You follow him to the couch and he sits, patting his lap and you immediately straddle him. His hands reach up and pulls the ribbon on the front of your bra, your breasts falling free in front of his face.

He leans in and immediately wraps his lips around one of your nipples, making a moan fall from your lips, your head falls back at the feeling. You lift your hips and reach down, pulling your tiny thong to the side before lining your entrance up with Seungmin’s cock.

You begin to sink down and Seungmin’s moan sends vibrations through your body before he pops off your nipple looking up at you again, grabbing both your boobs in each of his big hands.

“Fuck you feel so good, baby,” Seungmin’s voice is already breathless as you slowly begin to bounce, shivers rattling through your body every time you sink down.

Minho rounds the two of you, stopping on the side of the couch. He runs his fingers through your disheveled hair, pulling you towards his cock again and you swallow him easily.

“Am I acting like I like you now, kitty?” he taunts, throwing your own words back in your face as you moan against his cock, vision blurring with tears.

Once you finally start to get into the rhythm, Seungmin’s patience has gone out the window.

“Getting distracted, sweetheart?” He chuckles under you before using his iron grip on your hips to hold you in place while he begins to drill up into you. Your eyes immediately roll back into your head at the pace he has decided to take.

“Fuck, y/n. I’m gonna cum,” Minho’s voice sounds from above you and before you can process what he’s saying, he’s pulling out of your mouth and cumming onto your mouth and chin, dripping down your neck and chest.

“Look at you. What a messy little cumslut,” he rubs his thumb through the cum on your chin and forces it into your mouth.

“S-she liked that. Fuck. Cunt’s gripping me so tight, pup,” Seungmin moans out and Minho pulls his finger from your mouth before stepping behind you. He grips your ass before landing a slap on the bouncing flesh, making a mix between a moan and a yelp to leave your mouth.

“Has anyone ever fucked this tight little hole, slut?” Minho’s sentence is punctuated by the thumb pressing against your asshole, making you jump.

“Y-yes,” your voice isn’t much more than a whisper at this point.

“Mm, bet you liked it, didn’t ya?”

“Yes. Yes. Fuck. Yes, I liked it so much,” you’re stuttering out and another moan leaves your lips when you feel a drop of spit landing directly on the puckered flesh.

Minho rubs his thumb against the hole again, letting the finger sink into your tightest hole. You moan so loudly that you’re certain someone would hear you if they walked by but you really couldn’t care.

Minho leans down over your shoulder, wrapping his arm around your waist and placing a kiss to the side of your neck before his hand slides down and instantly finds your clit, rubbing circles quickly.

“I wanna hear you cum. I wanna see what you look like when you cum with my finger in your tight little ass while Minnie ruins you,” His words are filthy and the use of the innocent nickname for some reason does it for you as you let out a shriek, spiraling quickly into a really intense orgasm.

“Almost there baby. I’m gonna cum,” Seungmin’s voice is distant and you clench down again as he fucks up into you, your grip on his neck tightens as you speed up the pace.

“W-wait I’m about to cum,”

“Cum in me,” the voice that comes out of your mouth doesn’t even sound like you but it’s enough for Seungmin to cum basically on the spot.

When you reopen your eyes, you’re met with Seungmin’s looking up at you and then you feel a set of hands running through your hair, scratching at your scalp.

“Hey y/n? You okay, pretty?” Minho’s voice sounds and you tilt your head back, the crown of your head finding his stomach behind you as your glazed over eyes meet his.

“Hi,” you smile, lopsided and tired and he chuckles, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Hi, baby,” he replies against your lips and you sit up again, getting off of Seungmin and pulling your clothes back to how the should be before tying your bra.

“I-I need to shower. My shift is almost over,” you chuckle, glancing at the clock behind their heads.

“How about we wait for you outside and you come back to our place?” Minho suddenly speaks up and you look over at him.

“Really?” You ask and they both nod.

“Yeah. There’s no way I’m done with you yet,” Minho winks and you feel your face heat up at the insinuation.

“Okay,” you breathe out and they both smile before you step out of the room to get ready to go home with these strangers.

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gestures & rain checks

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pre-story author's note: Yes I am very aware that it's been a solid month since Valentine's Day. Yes I am still posting this 🫡

Summary: It feels like your friends are getting plucked away from you one by one as their respective (or in Nat's case prospective) partners make grand gestures to ask them to be their Valentine.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 4.8k

Warning/s: language (nope still not sorry, Rogers); mentions of alcohol; tooth-rotting fluff; gun use [let me know if I missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: Morgan being a precious beb; himbo!Thor hours; lowkey sad Reader hours; chaotic group chat vibes in the end

You always had a distaste for this day. Valentine's Day. To you, it was the one day a year that you would do everything in your power not to step outside because it reeked of flowers and chocolate marked up to the heavens for merchants to take advantage of last minute gift shoppers hoping to make a gesture big enough that their crush would let them score at the end of the night. Or guys buying extravagant and ridiculously large arrangements to make amends for wronging their partner as if a 10-foot tall teddy bear was gonna magically press some Undo button of him going on Hinge or Tinder and talking up a dozen other girls on the side.

There was one year that you let slip around Nat and Wanda that this day "smelled like a cemetery" with all the bouquets that bombarded you the second you exited the perimeter of the Compound. Hell, the second you left the main section that housed you and the rest of the Avengers. And you stood by that opinion stubbornly, mostly because you'd only ever witnessed flowers being given when someone was desperately trying to glue back together the pieces of a severely damaged relationship.

And also because no one had ever given you flowers in your entire life. Or chocolates. Or a teddy bear. All your past relationships were with men who were still mentally and emotionally boys that believed emojis and gifs sufficed and were as good as the real thing. Nary a single soul had ever actually spent a lick of time or effort to give you something that told you they deserved your time and effort in turn.

And after so many years of being barely an afterthought, the day just felt like this entity that you resented to an irrational degree, where all you wanted was to lay in bed and wait it out until the clock struck 12 and it was February 15th. Then you could go on a hunt for all the overpriced chocolate that suddenly got their prices slashed by 50% or more.

That was the plan again for this year, had it not been for both Nat and Wanda barging in to your apartment and practically dressing you up like you were their own life-sized definitely seen some better days Barbie doll. "Come on, we can go and have a Galentine's Day 2. Maybe hit up a club and get some free drinks…" the assassin trailed off, zipping up your dress and playfully swatting your ass to nudge you forward. "March on, soldier."

The common area was nearly bare and eerily quiet when you all got there, which made perfect sense considering that most of your teammates who were happily committed to someone were off spending their day together, probably executing their own personal twists on those cliched gestures of adoration. Knowing Tony, that would probably consist of a two-storey tall stuffed bunny or a lavish new vacation house as a nice private little getaway spot for him and Pepper when they wanted to have a date night.

Only Morgan and Shaun were at the big dining table by the kitchen, the little girl working on bracelets with the martial artist nursing a cup of coffee while he handed her beads to add to her work. "Whaddup, Ten Rings…Baby Stark," you greeted them, ruffling his hair and pressing a kiss to the top of your goddaughter's head. "What're you two up to this fine completely ordinary day?"

"Oof, I take it you're gonna be spending the day watching a bunch of couples be all extra lovey dovey just like me?" You threw him a look, squinting your eyes at him that had him throwing his hands in the air in surrender. "No need to mentally squish my head, Y/N, we're on the same side, I swear," he chuckled, scooting over to the other seat so you could sit next to Morgan. "How about this, karaoke later tonight? Just us and anyone else that doesn't have a date with dinner and co--" You swatted his arm to get him to stop talking, not so subtly signaling in the little girl's direction. "I mean…adult balloons?"

"Wait how come you have special balloons?" Morgan asked, looking up from her activity book and earning barely stifled chortles from both Nat and Wanda. "Why can't I play with them? I like balloons."

You leaned back in your seat, making a motion with your hands as if you were wiping them clean of the whole conversation. "I'm not helping you out of this one, buddy."

He scratched the back of his head, obviously backed into the corner with his own words. "Eeeeeh…put a pin in that and ask me again when you can order a beer, Baby Stark."

The child pouted at both of you, slumping down in her place at the table and slipping back on her princess pink headphones before focusing all her attention on her activity book again, grumbling something about how grownups shouldn't have conversations around her if they didn't want her to ask questions. Valid enough point, but you still weren't going to be the one to give her her first lesson in Sex Ed class a good decade ahead of time.

"Anyways…" Shaun poked at your side, calling your attention back to him. "Karaoke, ladies? We can pick up Katy and Wong before we head over and sing some Disney duets and gorging ourselves on shots and nachos--"

"Hold up, Wong?" You all turned your attention to Stephen, who'd just walked in to the common area. "This I gotta see. You guys have room for one more?"

"Sure thing, as long as you use your sling ring to help us get into Tony's private stash," you quipped, taking a sip of your coffee. "There's no way I'm getting through this day stone-cold sober."

"Or we could go for the really hard stuff and break into Thor's stash of mead from Asgard before he depletes his supply." He showcased the ring in question with a wiggle of his fingers. "Just a portal away."

"I like the way you think, Strange."

"You can all cease your scheming to pilfer my liquor, my friends," Thor's voice boomed into the area, a bounce in his step as he made his way to the coffee pot. "I would happily supply you all with two barrels if that would be enough for your gathering?"

"That's perfect, Thunder. Thanks." You started to tuck into the breakfast plate served by the Compound kitchen staff, mumbling your next question to the blond god. "What've you got planned with Jane for today?"

"Ah." A wide grin stretched across his face at the mention of his girlfriend, the sight both warming your heart and pinching it at the same time. A bittersweet reminder that in the midst of romantic plans with sentimental or grand gestures, your plans involved getting shit-faced with your fellow single friends. Plus Wanda and probably Vision. "Well, I have employed the aid of Wilson to order an ornate bouquet of Jane's favorite flowers which should arrive this morning. Then for lunch I shall prepare her a meal."

"Lunch?" Wanda questioned, tilting her head to the side. "Forgive me if I overstep, my friend, but aren't the romantic plans usually made for dinner?"

"Well, yes…but Jane has graciously agreed to adjusting our schedule for this day so that I may spend the time after lunch aiding my brother in a gesture of his own." A lump formed in your throat at the words. "It seems he wishes to get into the spirit of the holiday, and I am simply ecstatic that he came to me asking for a helping hand."

"I asked nothing of you, you over-muscled oaf," you heard the raven-haired god call out from the main entrance, two large packages hovering a few inches above the ground blanketed with a glow of green from his magic. "You volunteered when you imposed yourself in my space and hovered over my phone."

"Pfft, semantics," Thor waved off, already making his way over to Loki so that he could do some more apparently unnecessary volunteer work. "Are the flowers in one of your parcels?"

"I like flowers!" Morgan chirped from her seat, bouncing in place with bright excited eyes. "Prince Loki, can I help? Please?"

He let out an exaggerated sigh, a trace of a fond, amused smile betraying his facade. "Very well, little Stark. Come along."

Your goddaughter squealed, skipping over to Thor and placing her tiny hand in his. "Uncle Barbie, tell me who his princess is?" He leaned down to whisper the answer in her ear, making her sprint in place with even more excitement. "I promise I won't say a word."

"Barbie? Like your doll, little Lady Stark?" You could practically see the wheels turning in Loki's head from learning about the nickname.

Morgan nodded her head vigorously. "Auntie Y/N came up with it. She calls him Macho Barbie." She proceeded to talk about how you came to give the blond Asgardian the nickname that bizarrely stuck to him more than "Point Break" ever did, said god looking like he already dreaded the coming days -- maybe even years -- now that his brother knew that little tidbit of information.

Once they'd all made their way up the stairs and you could no longer hear the little girl's chipper tone, realization sat heavy in your heart from her reaction to whatever Thor whispered to her just a few seconds ago. Whoever it was that Loki was going to make this grand gesture for, it was someone that Morgan knew enough to the point that she couldn't contain her excitement finding out who the woman was.

It was someone in SHIELD. Maybe even someone in the Compound.

"You good, Babes?" Nat's tone was cautious, approaching you like you were a wounded animal, teeth bared and ready to pounce if she so much as breathed wrong.

You answered with a terse nod of your head. "There is absolutely no fucking way I'm getting through today sober."

"Y/N, dude, I'm sor--"

Bang

"What the fuck?" All eyes grew wide at the sound, your body stiffening as another shot rang out, reverberating throughout the common area. "FRIDAY? Threat assessment," you called out, already readying yourself for combat once whoever was outside made their way to you in the compound.

"No threats have been detected," the AI answered simply. "There seems to be no living target for the gunman."

You could only manage to repeat your words. "What the fuck?" Shot after shot rang out, an interval of three to five seconds between them. Each deafening bang making you flinch, your head spinning with possible explanations on why FRIDAY didn't deem the supposed attacker as a threat. "Where's the target then?"

"Shots are being fired at the training area, by the track field, Agent Y/L/N." You all started to make your way to the area, everyone still on high alert despite FRIDAY's findings.

"Y/N?!" You shared a look with everyone else in the room at the sound of Loki's voice calling out for you, the god looking frantic as he appeared at the top of the main staircase, a sigh of relief escaping him once he saw you standing at the bottom. "You're alright," he exhaled, hurriedly making his way down. The quickening pace of the gunshots had him squaring his shoulders, stepping in front of you and marching toward the sound.

"We've handled way worse than gunfire, Laufeyson, you don't have to lead the defense," you told him with a touch more bite to your tone than you intended, irrational jealousy coursing through you knowing what he was preparing for before he started charging down the stairs. You sidestepped him and started walking toward the training area, brows furrowing together when you saw that from where you stood, the marks from the bullets digging into the ground where forming some sort of shape.

"It's a message…" Wanda mused, angling her head to and fro to see if she could get the whole picture from the ground. "I'm going up, I wanna see what's worth risking Pepper's wrath with all the lawn work she has to commission now." She held her hand out to you, wordlessly offering to take you up with her, an offer that you gladly took, clapping your hand over hers, both of you giggling as your feet lifted off the ground.

Once you two had risen high enough, it was clear what the message was. The shots had been positioned so that the markings would take on the shape of a heart, and the ongoing shots were creating initials. "N…" you read along, barely able to contain your excitement when you saw that the next letter was an R. "Natasha Romanoff!" you yelled out, the assassin's eyes lighting up with a mix of giddiness and curiosity as she tried to look at where the gunshots could've been coming from.

You did your best to turn your head, trying to see who was behind the gesture, kicking your feet in the air once you saw the gunman. "What? Who is it, Y/N?"

"It's Barnes," you squeaked, giving Rogers a reckless wave when you caught sight of him jogging toward all of you with a megaphone in hand.

"Natasha Romanoff," Bucky's voice boomed through the speaker system, making the usually cool and collected former Russian spy put a hand over her mouth to hide the way she was steadily turning pink from how flustered she was. "I know I have a long way to go to make up for how we first met, but I think you're swell and I'd like to try starting it off with maybe dinner tonight?" Both you and Wanda squealed and held each other tight mid-air watching her nod her answer, running over to her once your feet touched the ground again.

"You two won't be pissed if I take a rain check for tonight, will you?" she cautioned, still a wistful tone in her voice from processing what was happening.

"Absolutely not, you go enjoy your date. More drinks to go around and all that," you told her with the biggest smile. "But tomorrow night we're all staying at my place and you're giving us a full report."

"And remember to wear the red lacy underwear," Wanda teased with a comical wiggle of her eyebrows, earning her a poke to the ribs from both of you.

Nat pulled away from the two of you, walking back toward the indoor gym with Steve walking alongside her, starting to talk about how his best friend had been trying to work up the nerve to ask her out since he got sworn in to the team nearly a year ago. From the sound of the conversation, it seemed that Rogers was divulging some information that Barnes probably swore him to secrecy not so long ago.

"And then there were seven," Shaun spoke up, walking toward  you and the sorceress and clapping a hand on each of your shoulders. "Thor came through and left the barrels in the kitchen for us."

You were about to start talking about the food arrangements when the sight of Wanda's husband flying toward you all with a bouquet of camellias and hydrangeas in his hand. "Wanda, my love, I owe you my deepest apologies."

"Whatever for, Vis?" She broke away from you and Shaun to greet the synthezoid, placing her hands on his upper arms as he pulled her in for a chaste kiss.

"It did not occur to me that you might have wanted to make plans for today until Mr Stark had gone into detail of his own itinerary today for his wife," he explained, handing her the bouquet. "Unfortunately I cannot procure a reservation for us tonight, but I still wish to do something for you. Would you allow me the honor of making you a meal and perhaps watching a movie in the private theater?"

You and Shaun gripped each other's hands like you were high schoolers watching their best friend get asked out on their first big date, shaking and pushing each other over the sweetness of the gesture. "I don't need fancy restaurants or pretty flowers, Vis. Getting to spend time with you, especially after everything that's happened to us, is more than enough. I just need you."

The Sokovian turned back to face you and Shaun, a touch of guilt in her expression. "Rain check? I'll bring extra snacks tomorrow night to make up for it?"

"Don't worry about it, Babes," you reassured her, both you and the martial artist waving off her worries. "Enjoy your evening."

The couple have you a curt nod and a smile before happily flying away hand in hand back to their apartment.

"And then there were five," you and Shaun said in unison, walking back to the common area to load up those barrels that Thor left for tonight's 'festivities'. When you got to the kitchen area, Morgan was adorably sitting atop one of the barrels in question, feet happily swinging in the air with a big smile on her face.

"Off the goods, little Stark, we're not risking you getting drunk your dad's gonna kill us," Shaun said in a panic, already lifting the little girl up and off the barrel and making her squeal and giggle as she giddily exclaimed "I'm flying!".

"If you really think that she can get drunk from osmosis, we have a lot to talk about, sweet little summer child," you joked, walking up to one barrel and starting to push it toward the garage. "Think you can use that ancient mystical ring magic for makeshift wheels so we don't bust out our lungs lugging this all the way to your truck?"

"I can assist you, darling." Your skin bristled at the sound of Loki's voice, taking every ounce of strength you had to not stiffen or recoil at his use of the word. He was only saying it out of habit. Probably a remnant of his upbringing as a prince on Asgard.

He didn't mean it the way you wanted -- more than anything -- for him to mean it.

"No need, Laufeyson, I've got it from here," Strange butted in, conjuring an energy shield with his magic that he slid under the barrels, starting to wheel them toward the garage. "Carry on. Oh and friendly advice, man to god? Your future girlfriend, you know, the one you're making this big gesture for? She might not appreciate you calling other women 'darling', so I highly recommend kicking the habit while it's still early. Avoiding future battles and all."

The god sucked his teeth, the action causing his jaw to clench and sending your thoughts someplace they had no business being. You had no business thinking about another woman's man that way, no matter how hot he was.

"I will remember that. Thank you, Strange," he said softly, making his way back up the stairs.

"Thanks for the save," you muttered, opening the door to the garage for the sorcerer to guide the barrels through. "Don't think I could've gotten away with being on Bitch Mode with him a second time today. Not like I can help it, though. Some lucky Midgardian bitch is gonna be his by the end of the night."

"Pretty sure you're the only woman I know that considers being Laufeyson's girlfriend a good thing."

"Yeah, Y/N, like I know he's on our side and everything but most days he still has me on edge. Like passing him on a bad day's gonna get me a stab in the ribs, not a death glare like normal people," Shaun concurred, nudging your shoulder to hopefully stop your lamenting before you got in too deep. Again.

"I'm really down bad, huh," you sighed, letting out a little yip when a portal to the dark dimension appeared just a few feet in front of you. "The fuck--"

"Hey Strange," a reverberating ethereal voice called out from the portal, and then a tall woman with platinum hair with beauty that you could only describe as 'dark celestial' stepped out. Her eyes trained on the sorcerer next to you. "Heard that today's something of a holiday in this dimension. Figured it might be a good idea to stop by and maybe you could show me around your uh…" She turned to you and Shaun, both your jaws slack on the ground. "What's this place called again?"

"Avengers Compound?" Shaun said at the same time that you blurted out, "New York?"

"Compound York?" She raised an eyebrow at the two of you, amusement coloring her face as she gave you both a once over.

"Eherm…no," you answered her, chuckling nervously and shifting your weight between your feet. "This structure here is Avengers Compound, which is in Upstate New York. New York is a city, but also a region…and a state…?" you drifted off, already feeling a pinch in your head from trying to explain the best you could. You looked over to Shaun. "The more I try finding the words to explain, the more I realize how complicated it actually is. Save me."

Stephen stepped forward. "How about I just take you on a tour around New York, then?" His face stretched out into a wide grin, clearly unable to hide his giddiness over the knowledge that she crossed dimensions to be with him today.

"Is that…New York the city, the region, or the state?"

"The city. New York, New York. There's a whole song about it and everything I can play it for you in the car." He proceeded to drape his arm around the dark sorceress, leading her to his car further down the expansive garage.

"Your little human friend is right, things here are complicated. Downright confusing." She looked back at you and Shaun again as they walked away, hand in hand. "It was nice meeting you both! Stephen speaks highly of you all," she called out, her majestic voice echoing throughout the area.

"You're really pretty!" you blurted out in response, causing her voice to melt into a chuckle, telling her partner how she found you 'adorable'. You threw your head back and groaned toward the ceiling. "I'm a fucking dork."

"At least you're an adorable dork," Shaun shot back, nudging your shoulder and lightly touching the back of your head to get you facing forward again. His phone chimed with a text notification. "Katy. Her shift's over, she said she'll get us a room for eight. I'm texting her now to get a smaller one." He held up his hand, palm facing you. "And then there were four?"

You sighed, clapping your hand against his, your friend giving you a reassuring squeeze once you did. "And then there were four." You jerked your head toward the apartments. "I'll just go change into something that involves 'eating pants' and I'll meet you down here in ten."

The walk back up to your apartment wasn't that long, but it still felt like it with how quickly you slipped back into your lamenting over how your friends had such an eventful day today. Nat had her very public grand gesture. Wanda had her husband trying to cook human food in the name of spending time with her. Strange had his girlfriend literally rip a hole between dimensions to get here.

"And all I have waiting for me are two barrels of mead and karaoke microphones," you muttered, walking through your front door and begrudgingly unzipping your dress from the back. You were just about to half-stomp your way to your closet when something on your bed caught your eye.

Three shiny roses lined with gold, tied together with a gold ribbon at the foot of the bed. A large heart-shaped box of chocolates at the center. And a little teddy bear dressed as a bee with red antennas that had hearts at the end, at its fluffy little feet was an embroidered message. "Bee mine".

"What theeeee fu--"

"Y/N," an all too familiar voice called out from behind you. The air left your lungs at the sight of Loki in a form-fitting forest green button-down tucked into onyx black slacks, tucking his hair behind his ears before smoothing his hands over his shirt. "You're early--"

"What're you doing--Was this you?" you babbled, gesturing at the gifts on your bed. For a second, your heart beat erratically, the thought that maybe this was for you, before reality and logic sunk in. "Okay I think I know what's happening…"

"You do?"

"Yeah, you got the wrong apartment. Gimme a minute to change and I can help you move all this over to--"

The rest of your words died in a little squeak at the back of your throat, the god closing the distance between you two with a few long strides, framing your face in his hands and placing a tender fleeting kiss to your lips.

"Those tokens of my affection are exactly where they belong, little mortal," he murmured against you, tracing up the bridge of your nose with his lips until he pressed a kiss to your forehead. "As am I."

You let out a shaky breath, fighting against the urge to melt in the god's embrace as he snaked his hands around your waist. "The gesture your brother mentioned this morning…this?" He proceeded to press kisses down the side of your face, his warm exhale as he whispered 'yes' into your skin making you light-headed. "This is for me?" you gasped out, whatever was remaining of your logical brain smacking the rest of you with how stupid a question that was.

"Who else would it be for, darling?" He pressed a kiss to your jaw, tightening his arms around you and pressing your body against his. "There is no other in this or any other Realm that could have captured my heart so completely." He kissed the corner of your jaw, making his way down the side of your neck, holding you tighter to keep you up when your knees finally buckled from the sensation. "I did this for you, because I wish to ask something of you. That you become mine as much as I am yours."

"M-Mine?" you stammered. "Y-You're mine?" Since when? How come you didn't get this particular memo? Could've saved you a lot of turmoil and nights spent alone staring up at the ceiling trying and failing to hypnotize yourself out of being into him.

He kissed the tip of your nose, resting his forehead against yours. "I have always been yours, darling."

Your hands traveled up the length of his arms, like you were grounding yourself and trying to tell yourself that this was real. He was really here and he was telling you the words you wanted more than anything to hear for who even knew how long at this point.

He's here, you thought to yourself. And he's mine.

There was only one word that you could muster up in that moment. "Yes." I've always been yours, too.

Karaoke Dreamin' on Such a Winter's Day group chat

myfirstnameisagent: Don't kill me but…rain check?

busboy10: Are you kidding me, Y/N?? You said you'd be down in 5 minutes tops and we're gonna meet up with Katy.

nromanoff: Sweet, now you're gonna have a story to tell tomorrow night, too.

myfirstnameisagent: Actually about that…rain check on tomorrow night, too? I'm kinda not there right now…

busboy10: There?? What do you mean "There"?? How'd you get out the Compound without me seeing you? Or whoever the hot date you're ditching me for is?

imjustwong: Where is everybody? We ordered nachos.

myfirstnameisagent: Yeah…I'm not in the Compound…or in New York…any of the "New York"s. Might not be for the next week. Maybe more. The three of you better not drink all the mead in one go.

busboy10: ??????

thevision: Agent Y/L/N, my wife is showing many signs of distress over her inability to contact you. Your phone seems to be going straight to voicemail.

thewanda: Y/N WHERE ARE YOU I HEARD A BANG FROM YOUR APARTMENT ARE YOU OKAY??

myfirstnameisagent: Babes, I'm fine. That was just the Bifrost.

thewanda: EXCUSE ME??

nromanoff: BABES WHAT--

pointbreakbarbie: My friends, I heard the Bifrost be summoned near Lady Y/N's abode. Is there an emergency? Must I make my way to Asgard to assist?

myfirstnameisagent: Thor your brother said if he finds you here I have permission to stab you, don't even fucking think about it.

thewanda: I REPEAT. EXCUSE ME???

busboy10: Y/N are you in Asgard?? With Loki??

myfirstnameisagent: Yes. And yes. See you in two weeks.

thewanda: He better use that healing magic on your legs so you don't walk funny.

A/N: It took me a whole month to write this because real life was trying TKO me in the work department and also I got sucked in to the worlds of Hello Kitty Island Adventure, Disney Dreamlight Valley, and Delicious World and I've been too weak to even attempt time management 🤣

I'm working on stuff tho I swear it 🫡 Horny bitches cuts are in progress, stories are in progress…lots of progress 😅😅

Also for reference, this was the lil stuffed bear that Loki gave Reader:

and the roses looked like this:

'everything' taglist: @simplyholl @loopsisloops @imalovernotahater @coldnique @loz-3 @huntress-artemiss @salempoe @vickie5446 @athalialaufeyson @lokiprompts @kats72 @kikster606 @asgards-princess-of-mischief @lokixryss @thomase1 @mischief2sarawr @lovingchoices14 @goblingirlsarah @iamlokisgloriouspurpose @creationsbyme @maple-seed @mjsthrillernp @ladyofthestayingpower @mygfloki @sititran @glitterylokislut @ozymdias @fictive-sl0th  @lokidbadguy @mochie85 @silverfire475 @joyful-enchantress @elizabethmidnight2017 @holdmytesseract @smolvenger @gigglingtiggerv2 @lokidokieokie @lunarnights95 @superficialdomina @kmc1989 @november-rayne @goddessofwonderland @buttercupcookies-blog @peaky-marvel @lokiified @tom-hlover @dryyoursaltyoceantears

[luvfy0dor]

Heyy, I was thinking about a concept with Fyodor (or whoever from BSD) having a streamer bf, but like, one of -those- streamers where every word they say can be quite questionable (in a “good” way/ironically). For some reason it amuses me to imagine it with Fyodor and Reader occasionally teasing him, calling him their ‘discord kitten’ or streaming for 5 hours (or more lol) saying nonsenses or playing video games instead of paying attention to Fyodor. What do you think?

“Get Off The Game ♡⁠˖” BSD x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

╰┈➤ Fyodor Dostoevsky, Dazai Osamu

Warnings;

Description; BSD men with a streamer!reader

A/n; these are in headcannon form, I hope that's alright!!! I think Dazai or Nikolai would be a better person to have this occupation w so I also did headcannons for one of them

Fyodor Dostoevsky ★

• Fyodor thinks it's stupid at first, but when he realized you made money from it he learned to tolerate it. He wasn't too fond of the noise, though.

• I don't think he was too fond of the nickname 'discord kitten', always raising an eyebrow when he's called that, he also strongly dislikes brainrot cause what do you mean you're so sigma? No you're not, you're y/n. That's unrelated, but I thought I'd add that in there.

• "A discord what? Kitten? What even is that? I am nothing of the such."

• Catch him dead before he makes an appearance on camera, he much prefers to keep his business private. He doesn't mind you talking about him though, he loves that. He loves that people know you're already taken by him and that all those losers in your chat don't have a chance with you.

• Sometimes he'll watch your streams from a different room in attempt to understand your work and the art of gaming. He enjoys when you play horror games, especially the ones that get you thinking. He sometimes finds your facial expressions when you get jumpscared funnier than anything else in the stream.

• When it comes to the duration of your streams, Fyodor can entertain himself for as long as you need him to, but he can't help but feel like he'd rather be spending that time with you every now and again.

• He usually just takes the time to work on his DOA stuff, and occasionally he'll get so lost in it that he doesn't even realized you've finished with your stream and whenever that happens, you make some tea and go to fetch him to spend some quality time together, whether it's you laying in his lap while you both read a book or having a conversation about whatever comes to mind

Dazai Osamu ★

• Dazai is your #1 supporter since day one. There's a conversation going on about content creators? He's immediately bringing you up. You need new items for your set up? He's manifesting that said items go on sale ASAP!

• Oh my god, and he LOVES it when you get recognized in public. He's very prideful of you and likes that it's only him and a select group of people that get to see the real you outside of the camera frame.

• He, unlike Fyodor, does have an issue with the long hours, so he busies himself with the ADA and otherwise to keep himself from walking in and talking your ear off while you play your games for umpteen thousand people.

• He doesn't despise being called a discord kitten, but it does confuse him a little bit. But whatever, as long as you have 'my' in front of any name he doesn't care.

• Dazai watches your old streams when he's bored and can't help but giggle at the out of pocket or questionable things you say. He likes to watch the compilations of you on YouTube, too.

• Sometimes he'll quote you out of the blue.

• He doesn't like people trying to flirt with you or talk to you on the Internet as any partner wouldn't, so he is in the comment section of every post reading through individual comments. Type guy to see '❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥' comments on your posts and reply '🧯🧯🧯'

• All in all, Dazai is well received by your fanbase, especially the ones who don't try to romance you and are normal. They think he's funny and a good match for you.

A/n; I hope it wasn't to short!!! I thought it was a cutsey idea, I think Nikolai would be pretty similar to Dazai in this scemario.

[saerins]

#001 SUDDENLY, COLORS 𖧧 NEXT: #002 PLAYING DOMINO ꒰ series masterlist ꒱

꒰ঌꨄ︎໒꒱ — sae gets more than he bargained for when he decides to entertain you. and then suddenly, maybe he isn’t so indifferent to everything after all.

content: itoshi sae x female reader. bllk guys here are all pro players now. profanity, complicated relationships, reader is a working adult, implied ex-fwb situation with otoya, minorly questionable work ethics, mention of infidelity. word count: 3.8k.

༝༚༝༚ first chapter ! (bear with me because we’re gonna be in the early stages of sae & y/n getting to know each other) i hope you guys like this one as much as infy >_< the dynamic between yn & sae here is slightly different heh :) if you’re reading this: ily <3 + will add little mini extra facts at the end of each chapter ^_^

lights flashing, red carpets, familiar faces that feel so out of reach.

there’s an entire life out here that people like you, should you have been without connections, won’t get to experience in your lifetime. it’s eye-opening, and more than you bargained for. sure, when you heard that this is a party thrown by one of the japan’s national soccer team’s sponsors, you expected a lot of a-list names, but to think it’s this many.

beautiful, handsome people litter every corner of the destination, enough to fill anyone with a year’s worth of anxieties just simply looking at them. to think, this is the kind of life they live in the regular; photographed by everyone, welcomed and greeted like royalty by staff and strangers alike.

it’s nothing you can ever get used to. luckily, you don’t have to.

you stand at the top of the stairs in the venue, looking around as you try to spot your friend. on the ground floor, you see many people huddled in different groups, smiles plastered together as they catch up with one another. all you can hear are everyone’s voice and laughters muffled together and melding into one giant mess. many movie stars, models, athletes all gathered in one place, commanding the attention of everyone in the room as well as those who are watching the livestreams from home. that’s to be expected though, considering this is a party thrown by the top sports brand in japan—surely supporters and fans alike are tuning in from all over just to see their favourite celebrities.

you bet the chat is getting blown up with comments about how the captain of the soccer team looks absolutely handsome when he cleans up, or how the up and coming setter in the volleyball team is a quiet assassin if looks could kill.

there’s a vibration in your purse, snapping you out of your thoughts, and you fish your phone out to see that it’s from eita.

you slowly make your way down the stairs, carefully so that you don’t accidentally catch your heels against the bright red fabric under you. it’s not everyday you get invited to events like this, and it’s certainly not everyday you get to wear something this nice—you don’t want to end up falling face flat in front of all these important (and famous, or infamous) people.

you make a mental note to yourself to thank eita again for getting you this dress.

as you look around the floor, trying to spot whatever private booth eita’s in, your eyes flick across the top of someone’s head. somebody that could catch anyone’s attention. those alluring eyes and that tall frame. you catch your breath.

eita can wait. maybe you should take a detour first.

as you’re drawing closer to him, you can’t help but think how much more handsome he is in person; all you’d been able to see of him thus far is whatever you saw through the screen, or in paper from the photoshoots he’d been a part of. now that you’re looking at him in the flesh, you don’t think they do him justice. not by a long shot. he’s still handsome as hell in whichever form of media he’s in, but in real life, they have nothing on his actual person.

his lips look soft and pink right there in front of you, and his lashes frame his eyes just perfectly that you’re almost envious.

in all fairness, you’re not used to talking to mega huge celebrities like him. he’s a pro-athlete, but his popularity is in the millions, his talent for being japan’s best offensive midfielder skyrocketing him to fame at the young age of eighteen.

nearly ten years later and he’s somehow still topping the lists for most popular male athletes from japan.

opportunities like this don’t come easy, especially for people like you—you’re not stupid enough to not take it. with a deep breath, you put your game face on; he doesn’t know you, he doesn’t have to know the real you, just the you that you want to show him.

somehow, he manages to make your heart beat faster than anyone else in the room, and he hasn’t even looked your way. half of you is telling yourself you’re doing this for a friend, but the other half of you is selfish, it wants to see what this is all about.

“what are you having?”

the moment you set your purse down on the bar, choosing to stand beside him instead of being a normal person and settling in front of the bartender to get his attention for your drinks, sae finds himself perplexed.

there are many reasons people would want to talk to him for. if you’re from the sponsor’s team, then you’d want to run a collaboration idea by him. if you’re another celebrity, then you’d probably be asking for a picture. if you’re press, well, your occupation is an answer in and of itself.

for the first time, sae’s eyes land on you. on that smile, on your eyes.

dim lights, violets and pinks bouncing off the disco ball, and somehow you do look pretty in spite all that. he’s never seen you before, but then again, he doesn’t pay attention enough to anything in the media for him to be able to know all the celebrities in japan. you have to be one, right? he doesn’t see the press card around your neck.

your dress hugs your body nicely. it’s all black, and a one-shoulder. your thin gold necklace holds a feather charm at the end. the way you tuck your hair carefully behind your ear unveils your matching earrings. you’re pretty, very pretty. but he thinks you’re about to be a pain soon enough. and that probably cancels it out.

“water.”

maybe if he’s boring enough, you’ll leave him alone. maybe if he’s rude enough, he’ll drive you away. that’s the whole point of why he’s here anyway, to escape those pointless conversations with these media… acquaintances, and oliver and the others were being nuisances in the booth anyway. so much so that he needed a breather.

unless you’re offering an escape, he won’t entertain anything.

“do you have a game tomorrow?” you ask, setting your phone down on the tabletop. a measly excuse for a conversation starter but he supposes it wouldn’t hurt to see where you’re going with this.

is that why you think he’s drinking water? he shakes his head, “no.”

what do you want with him?

“don’t tell me you’re a lightweight,” you guess, smirking at him.

sae can’t figure you out; where other people are easy to guess, he can’t make heads or tails about you. why hasn’t he asked you to leave him alone yet? better yet, why hasn’t his own two feet walked away like he intended to before you came and smiled at him?

“just didn’t feel like drinking,” sae tells you. (you actually guessed right, but there’s no way he’s going to admit to that out of the blue.)

you hum in contemplation, your head resting against your balled fist as you look at him, pursing your lips like you’re thinking of something. he finds himself wondering exactly that: what the fuck are you thinking?

right now, you’re a mix between being interesting and annoying and he’s kind of leaning towards the latter.

all of a sudden, you fish a coin out of your purse, grinning.

“you look like you want me to leave you alone,” you tell him, sighing, though you’re probably not so much disappointed or affected as much as being playful, like one of those children that like to test the limits of their parents. you’re perceptive at least, he’ll give you that. “how about a deal? i’ll toss this coin, and if it lands on heads, you’ll do me a favour, no questions asked. if it lands on tails, i’ll do the same. then you can tell me to go away.” 

to be fair, sae could just walk away and you wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.

“fine.”

so why? why is he agreeing to your terms?

you flick the coin into the air with your thumb, and sae watches your face as you anticipate the results. you’re staring so intently at such an inconsequential coin that he finds it both comical and troublesome. there’s something both alluring and childish about your presence.

“aha! heads!” you shout excitedly, and sae tries to keep his head down to avoid any unwanted attention. if you cause anyone to come over and pull him aside for some small talk he’s going to kill you. you look so blissfully ignorant of that fact, though. lucky for him, almost everyone around you seems too self-absorbed to care. “looks like you owe me something.”

sae sighs. “i have the feeling i’m gonna regret this,” he mumbles to himself, though you’re blatantly beaming at him, excited at your little win. you shouldn’t be; if it’s too troublesome sae would still shoot you down. he reminds himself that he doesn’t even have to follow through with the bet—who are you to him? “what do you want?”

“i’ll tell you later,” you answer, not missing a beat, ordering a shot of vodka and having it slid over to you. you down it in a second, looking even more invigorated.

does alcohol wake you up even more?

something tells sae that he’ll get nothing out of this conversation, so the gears are already turning in his head on how to slip out of this situation, make a break for the bathroom or something. “this sounds like a hassle, so i’m just gonna leave—”

“is soccer all you care about?”

“huh?”

yeah, you’re definitely leaning more towards annoying.

as he expected, you continue speaking without even listening to him. still, that’s not the kind of topic he thought you had in mind. soccer? you don’t seem like a fanatic.

“i mean, do you do anything else outside of soccer? like play games? or, i don’t know, have some secret hobby like sewing?”

sae deadpans at that last one. what do you want to know? his secrets? he’ll definitely stick with his plan of being boring. you’ll probably give up sooner or later. “no. just soccer.”

you press your lips into a firm line, like you know he’s full of it but you don’t immediately call him out. “no hobbies outside of soccer? okay.”

“yes, i have no life.”

he nearly smirks at the horrified pout that graces your lips. your scepticism nearly makes him laugh, but he holds it in. you’re probably messing with him, but he can do just the same.

“heard that your little brother scored the winning goal at the champion’s league game, how do you feel about that?” you down another shot.

sae snorts at your obvious discontent at his disinterest, though it goes over your head because maybe you’re a little lightweight too.

“yeah, i was there. i mean, i’m proud of him if that’s what you’re looking for,” he tells you—something so generic and so bland that you can probably form the answers in your head yourself.

your line of questioning continues despite sae’s half-assed participation. maybe he’s only entertaining you because he doesn’t feel like entertaining anyone else. and maybe because he probably won’t see you again so he wouldn’t feel the need to be cautiously polite around you (and so his manager won’t nag him about keeping up an image). from what he gathers, you’re probably not a celebrity—call it his gut instinct. you sure look like one, but you don’t act like them.

there’s the incessant vibrating of his phone in his pants pocket that he ignores. meanwhile you’re accepting his lacklustre answers left and right.

“actually i’m curious, itoshi sae, who’s your best friend? some say it’s ryusei shidou and others say it’s oliver aiku. what do you say?”

he leans an elbow against the table, staring you straight in the eye. you’re looking right back at him, a smugness in those irises.

“who are you, by the way?” he asks, because despite him entertaining you for—he checks his watch—nearly half an hour, he still doesn’t even know your name. and clearly, you know all about him. or at least, what the internet can provide.

you inch closer, grinning despite the scowl on his face. “let me change the question,” you propose, because you’re always so adept at switching subjects when it benefits you, pupils scanning your immediate surroundings briefly before you lean in to whisper in his ear. “people like to say you’re hard to get, is that true?”

(because that’s what it seems like—from press coverage to girls, it doesn’t look like it’s easy to garner his interest and thus consequently his effort. if there’s one thing everyone can agree on about itoshi sae is that he screams exclusivity.)

he clenches his jaw when he feels your breath hit his ear, and he hates himself for staying this long because the moment you see his ears go red, you’re smirking.

“is there anything wrong with not wanting to waste time with people who won’t matter in a matter of days?” and that’s probably the only completely honest answer he’s given you for the night—because he doesn’t waste time on people he doesn’t see making it into his future. he can’t say that for work purposes since it’s his team who manages everything, but as far as his personal life goes, that’s all you have to know.

that’s all he’s going to give you.

from the corner of his eye, he sees a familiar face, the light in their eyes going dark when they realise you’d been taking up his time.

“heading off already?” you ask, sensing his restlessness.

“yeah, well, i gave you a lot already, so…” he trails off, just hoping you’ll get the hint and leave him be.

you nod, taking your phone off the table, fishing something else out of your purse but sae’s too preoccupied looking at someone else to notice.

and just like earlier, you inch even closer, finally commanding his attention. sae catches a whiff of your perfume, a hint of sweet mixed with a little spice. you’re so close now that all he sees is you, and for some reason, he’s not moving.

you’re so close he can count the lashes on your eyes, can tell your lipstick’s not really pink but more mauve, can see up close that ever-growing smirk of yours when you catch him off-guard. and he expects you to stop, just like you did earlier, but you’re coming even closer and for some reason he can’t help but close his eyes, long lashes briefly brushing your face before he feels it go away.

when he opens his eyes, you’re not smirking anymore. that playful smirk is gone and replaced by—he can’t really tell—bashfulness? is he hallucinating the heat that built up to your cheeks?

“thanks for wasting some time on me,” you whisper, slipping something into his jacket pocket before walking away, a wave of your fingers all that you give.

and sae’s left wondering if he really was just about to let you kiss him if you didn’t move away.

he watches as you head off in the direction of the booths, a surprise washing over his face when he sees a familiar face taking your hand at the top of the first flight of stairs. that head of white with a hint of green—you know otoya?

sae takes out the piece of paper you slipped in his pocket—a name card. your name is y/n, apparently, and you work for a magazine. he scoffs, realising the intentions behind your earlier attempt to get him to talk. behind, you’d scribbled really quickly: the favour: approve this interview please? :D

you really are… something. by the way you questioned him, and your questions by itself, you must not have done this for very long. it’s a nice attempt though. still, sae has no reason to play along.

he can’t help but wonder, though—that last question: was it for the magazine, or your personal curiosity? his eyes linger on the phone number at the bottom of your card.

“hey, who was that?”

sae turns his attention to the girl he saw earlier, now in front of him, curious eyes following you as otoya walks you to their table. he quickly slips the name card back into his pocket. “dunno, she was just asking where otoya was.”

as the girl drags him away by the hand, he looks back, catching a glimpse of you staring at him before otoya guides you to the table, his hand on the small of your back, and then you fade out of view.

maybe, just for once, he’ll play along. again. because there’s something inexplicable about you, about your existence.

“look who made it back in one piece,” oliver exclaims as sae makes his way back to their table a couple of hours later, taking a seat next to the man himself. “what did bianca want you for this time?”

shidou puts down his glass of champagne to wince at sae, a pitiful glance thrown his way. “she's kinda territorial, bro. blink if you need help.”

snickers are heard around the table, most of them knowing how exasperated sae can get sometimes, even if he never actually says anything.

“you know if you guys are dating, you can just tell us right?” karasu teases, joining in the conversation.

sae rolls his eyes, ignoring them entirely. the topic about him and bianca had gone completely stale for him. honestly, if his manager didn’t convince him that he absolutely had to attend till the end, sae would’ve left halfway. maybe he wouldn’t have attended at all if he had a choice in his own schedule. then again, if he didn’t come tonight, he wouldn’t have met you.

is that a good thing?

speaking of, there’s a lack of your presence here that just mildly disappoints him. mildly.

“where’s your friend?” sae asks otoya, who’s busy typing away at his phone.

his fingers stop, and he cocks a brow at sae’s question, more confused by the fact that sae is bothering to ask such a thing. “she had a thing so she left earlier,” he says, brushing it off. “why? did you need anything? saw her talking to you just now.”

it’s like they both can sense the sudden interest of everyone around the table.

sae shakes his head, leaning back against the chair. “nothing.”

sensing something amiss, oliver leans forward, looking the most interested he’s been all night. “oh? sae of all people asking about a girl? don’t see that often,” he mocks, and sae sighs internally, immediately regretting opening his mouth.

“gotta hand it to you, though,” karasu says, nudging otoya on the elbow. “she’s pretty.”

“isn’t she that girl you said that slapped you so hard back in high school that you cried?” yukimiya joins in, his statement making the guys burst into laughter.

otoya groans, shrinking in his seat. “shut the fuck up. she was being annoying.”

“nah, she was just keeping eita in check after she heard he cheated on his girlfriend,” karasu fills in the gaps for everyone.

sae listens quietly to them divulge bits and pieces of you that they got from otoya back when you were still there with them.

apparently, you’ve known otoya since middle school, and you’ve been friends all the way till university until you drifted apart for some reason (that otoya won’t share). sae thinks it probably has to do with that “we used to fool around” statement of his. at least, unlike any of the girls he fools around with, otoya never entertained lewd questions regarding you.

were you special to him?

“tell us more,” yukimiya taunts, fully enjoying the tinge of red he sees on otoya’s ears.

“she’s just a girl who likes to clear out my fridge all the time. annoying pest i can’t get rid of,” otoya says, though everyone knows that it’s just his sharp tongue at work. he looks like he’s close to malfunctioning, a sight that sae has never seen before, fully earning his intrigue.

thankfully for otoya, oliver shifts the attention (unfortunately) to sae. “no, what i wanna know is, how a girl like y/n managed to catch this guy’s interest,” he says, pointing to sae, a cocky grin on his face. “so spill, are you interested?”

that must mean that you and otoya have nothing going on then? not that he’s curious. and not that he would put it past oliver to suggest that he steal you from someone else.

he’s not even sure why all these thoughts are in his head in the first place. sae puts on his best poker face, raising his brows as if in silent denial. “i’m not.”

oliver’s grin mirrors that of the cheshire cat, and it’s all sae has to see to know that he’s about to suggest something that will earn a ripple in the timeline.

“otoya, phone,” oliver demands, and otoya nonchalantly slides his phone over. a quick few taps of his fingers and he finds your public profile before sliding otoya’s phone over to sae. “there, follow her then, if it’s nothing.”

despite seemingly doing this all for fun, oliver is betting on much more than that. if he gets to see what the whole big deal is, why not? on the one hand, otoya is refusing to say anything about his real feelings about you. on the other, sae is refusing as well to admit that maybe he’s a little bit charmed by you.

sure, asking sae to follow you is like sending a whole army of girls chasing after a baby with a very prized candy but oliver barely knows you, so it’s fair game where he stands. besides, he’s not forcing sae to do it. he just knows he will—sae never bothers showing interest in anything, let alone a woman. he’s not following any girls either apart from other celebrities, and that’s because they cornered him to it. if he does this, you’re the only comparatively normal girl he’ll follow. sae might not be aware of the implications and whatnot, but oliver sure does. it’ll take a while for it to show, but he’ll wait patiently.

the only reason otoya hasn’t been subjected to that same problem for following you is because his popularity doesn’t come close to sae’s. not even oliver’s comes close. neither are their fans as rabid as his.

and when sae scoffs and takes out his phone to do just what oliver expects him to, oliver’s eyes flick over to look at otoya, a certain unsettled look in his friend’s eyes. neither guys are ever straightforward with their feelings—he leans back and relaxes, waiting for a show.

whoever you are, y/n, whatever you have going on, good luck to you.

extras !

sae and bianca go way back, but so do y/n and eita! the latter more so than the former.

this is y/n’s first time ever attending an event like this in her x years of knowing eita.

sae’s group of friends consist of: oliver, otoya, shidou, karasu, yukimiya and sendou. (sendou has a conflicting schedule so he wasn’t there that night.)

taglist! @yuzurins @raphsimp @mxplesyrvp @lust4rin @saeskiss

[blackbat05]

Real or Not Real?

Miguel O’Hara x Reader

Plot: You need a plus one for a wedding. Who better than your boss and perhaps the most hated person on your list.

Genre: PG-13, Enemies to Lovers (I would like to think so😬)

A/N: I’m on a roll. Also, I always wanted to do this trope! This is longer than usual. Reblogs and feedback appreciated!💜

“Shit!” Your phone bounces off the bed, landing inches away from another expensive repair.

“What’s wrong?” Jessica Drew looks up from the self help book that she was currently engaged in.

“An old classmate. I totally forgot about the wedding!” You groan, feet becoming more fidgety by the second.

“Right… and would you care to explain why you look like one of Norman Osborn’s pumpkins?” Your best friend looks at you cautiously, as if like you were a volcano waiting to explode any second.

“Well, she used to be great with everyone in school. Can’t say the same about myself.” You winced internally at the memories about your youth. “You know how it is. Everyone is either rich, successful or in love once they leave school.”

“Or maybe all three.” Jessica adds helpfully much to your chagrin.

“Thanks, Jess.” You refrain from rolling your eyes. “Anyways, the chat group got reignited and some genius started asking about ‘the girl who everyone always see but doesn’t really know’ and before I know it, everyone starts pestering me about how I’m doing!” You throw your hands dramatically in the air and Jessica can’t help but to look amused. “So?”

“So, I kinda told them that I have a reallyhotboyfriend.” The last few words are mashed into one big mess but still clear enough for Jessica to pick up. “You what now?”

Smelling the judgement from a mile away, you hang your head in defeat. “I know! I’m an idiot! I couldn’t help myself okay? This is what happens when you attend a private all girls’ school. You stand out for being weird and suddenly The Plastics start making your entire school life hell.”

“The Plastics?”

“It’s a movie reference.”

“Why am I not surprised.” Jessica chuckles. “So what now girl? How’s damage control going?”

“Terrible.” You splat face first into the pillow. “I was thinking of getting help from the guys but…” You hold up four fingers, ticking them off one by one. “Pavitr can’t pretend, Hobie’ too unpredictable, Miles is too young and Peter’s married with a child - a fact I can’t ignore even if this is fake.”

Jessica looks at your closed fingers, tapping her chin thoughtfully. If being friends with her taught you anything, this wasn’t a good sign.

“There is one more option. I think he would fit your description of a really hot boyfriend.” She deliberately gives you a meaningful look that makes you leap off the bed, throwing her an accusing look.

“Actually, I think I’m going to ask Gwen. Do you know where I can find her?”

“Long gone. She went to visit Captain Stacey.” Jessica quips. “Come on. He’s a good option. Besides, this is a great opportunity to know him better!”

“I rather tangle with the loch-ness monster instead.” You mumble, thinking about your very first encounter with the man of the hour - Miguel O’Hara. The two of you were a good representation of day and night.

While you were bright and upbeat, the leader of the Spider Society probably didn’t have the word ‘joy’ in his dictionary. As you attempted to introduce yourself to him at your first meeting, he had simply brushed you aside.

“Miguel isn’t that bad once you get to know him.”

“Very funny, Jess. You should be comedian of the year. Did you forget how he yelled at me when I pushed him out of the way from Kingpin’s gangbangers?”

Jessica opens her mouth slightly, only to shut it soon after. You frown, turning your back to see whatever she was staring at behind you. How you wished you hadn’t. Oh, if only the ground could swallow you whole as Miguel himself stands at the door, staring at you with an unreadable expression.

“What- how long have you been here for?” You struggle to form that one sentence. “Jess…” You start accusingly.

Jessica shrugs, taking Miguel’s presence as a sign to leave. “I’ll leave you two to it!” She gives you a wink that results in your mouth hanging agape. Miguel closes the door and you quickly attempt to compose yourself.

“I’ll do it.”

“Do what?”

Miguel raises a brow. “Be your date.” He says it all too nonchalantly, as if choosing at empanada at the supermarket. You blink, pinching yourself out of his sight. The situation was very real. He stands in front of you, waiting.

“What do you want from me?” You blurt out. “You want something in return.” You clarify once more, trying to make sense of things.

The end of Miguel’s lips turn upwards slightly, and you’re worried that the sudden acceleration of your heart would unable to support your body to stand upright.

“I just want to apologize for my behavior and I happened to overhear your conversation.” He responds and you make a mental note to never trust Jessica again for not warning you about his presence.

“Am I in some kind of alternate dimension?” You laugh, trying to defuse the awkwardness. Miguel remains impassive, eyes staring intently into yours.

“What’s it going to be? You can take me or you can look like a liar to everyone. It’s your choice.”

You hate to say it, but he’s right.

***

“You came!” Your old friend comes barreling into you, giving you a big hug.

“Lils! You look amazing!” You gushed, returning the hug. “Congratulations. What a beautiful place.” You refer to the beachside wedding that she insisted on.

“Thanks! Jeju Island was always on my bucket list. I’m so glad I get to share this memory with all of you!” She gushes, turning to your plus one. “I mean, I finally get to see who has stolen your heart!” She extends a hand. “And who may you be?”

“Miguel O’Hara.” He extends his own hand for a shake. “Congratulations.”

“No need for the formalities!” Lilly smiles brightly. “What I do want to know is how you two got together! You can be away from her for a little can’t you?”

Before the two of you can even say anything, you find yourself being pulled away by Lilly while the groom effortlessly picks up the conversation with Miguel. She brings you aside, within the sight of the two men.

“Tell me everything!” She pounces on you like a tiger, demanding to know your first encounter. You give what you hope was a easy smile. “We’re… colleagues.” You don’t think exposing both your superhero personas would do well, not especially when you got here by inter dimensional traveling.

Your friend seems to be satisfied by this as she squeals. She hits your shoulder a little too aggressively, wanting more. You sigh, hoping that Miguel wasn’t being interrogated this intensively on his end.

“We just had the same interests and kind of clicked.” You prayed that the questioning would stop soon. “Everything was just a blur after.”

Lilly nods, throughly invested in your fake love story. She’s about to ask another question when a sharp voice pierced through the air, causing you to be rooted to the ground. You really wanted to run away at that moment.

“What is this that I’m hearing? You’re actually seeing someone?” The clack of heels come to a stop and you find yourself facing your tormentor.

“It’s nice to see you too, Becca.” You grit through your teeth. The woman remains oblivious to your discomfort as she addresses the two others trailing behind her. “I wonder who’s the lucky man nice enough to pick her up!”

“That’s enough, I invite you to my wedding out of our friendship but this doesn’t give you the right to insult her.” Lilly shoots back, keeping her eyes trained on your curled fists.

“It’s alright, Lils.” You try to remain calm. “Let’s go. I’ll tell you everything later.” You take the lead to escort her back when Becca’s comment brings you to a halt.

“I bet he isn’t even real!”

Although she was right, you couldn’t help but to turn around, wanting to give Becca and her posse a piece of your mind. Something that you should have done a very long time ago.

“Oh, I’m very real alright.”

You see Miguel walking up towards the trio. Was it just you or did Miguel look… angry?

He composes himself, giving a charming grin to the trio who looked like they were going to start falling at his feet any moment.

“Miguel O’Hara. She has told me a lot about you three.”

“Oh, she has?” Becca twirls the edge of her skirt nervously and you don’t know where Miguel is going with this.

“Sure. She’s told me all about how you three dimwits made her entire life hell. Honestly? I don’t even know how that happened when she’s a hundred times classier with more substance than you plastics claim to have.” Miguel catches your eye and gives a quick wink.

“Excuse me?” Becca stutters. “Oh, I get it. She must have paid you to say that!”

Miguel walks over and gently loops an arm over your shoulders. By now, the conversation seemed to have attracted every guest who were lining up at the buffet table.

“Nope. But you know what she is? She is the most courageous and selfless person who wouldn’t hesitate to help others. I don’t think you three would even come close to understanding what that means.”

Miguel has done it. He’s left them speechless and every guest is know giving disapproving looks to the trio who can only storm away in embarrassment.

“I think I’m not that hungry yet. How about we take a walk?”

You realize that Miguel is asking you, so you nod numbly and find yourself being led out of the venue. You see Lilly standing at the entrance greeting guests.

Catching your eyes, she gives you a thumbs up and a mischievous grin, not bothered at all about the verbal altercation that was inadvertently caused by you. Amidst the chaos, one thought was clear in your mind.

Just what is going on?

***

The rainbow colored blocks providing as seats for families, friends and couples to take photos makes the sea look even clearer. Silence overtaking the two of you, you busy yourself with noticing how the jagged edges of the rocks are a wonderful addition to the waves crashing near the shore.

“What’s going on up there?”

Finally. You prepare yourself, stopping beside the statue. “I was just about to ask you the same thing O’Hara.” You take a brave step closer towards the hulking man and he briefly looks away before staring back at you. “Not that I’m ungrateful but that wasn’t like you.”

“Then, what am I supposed to be?”

You paused. “Well… you’re supposed to be grumpy and grouchy and keeping me at arm’s length I guess?” You search for the right words as Miguel contains a chuckle seeing how flustered you were becoming by the second. “And you’re suddenly being nice to me? Hell would have to freeze over.”

Miguel closes the already small gap between the two of you and you suddenly feel hot at his gaze. He examines you for a while and you think he’s about to deliver another sharp retort.

“I did try. I tried to keep you away but you were too bright and cheerful for your own good.” Miguel gruffly tells you. “You were so much like her.”

You knew that he was referring to his past. His wife whom no one really dared to talk about. You finally understood. To him, you were a walking and living painful reminder.

“I’m sorry.” You breathed out. The air suddenly constricts in your lungs and you feel the need to get away. Anywhere but here. You turn around and find yourself being pulled into him. Miguel hugs you, and he hugs you tight.

“No, I’m the idiot. I punished you for seeing you as someone else.” He confesses. “I should have just seen you as… you. You were so bright and so brave, I almost lost it when you took the bullets from Kingpin. That’s when I knew my behavior had to stop. I wanted to tell you and I guess I saw this as the perfect opportunity.”

“Oh.” You don’t know how else to react to this sudden revelation.

“But I meant every word. About me apologizing for my past behavior.” Miguel continues. “And that. Earlier on.” He refers to his relentless counter attack on your tormentors. “I didn’t know that you had to go through all that.”

“Hey, we all go through things right? Kind of a ticket to join the spider society.” You try to lighten things up. “Besides, it’s nothing big.”

Miguel pries you away gently, a slight frown on his face. “Don’t minimize your struggles. You are a hundred times stronger than those three combined. After all, that’s what made you stood out to me in the first place.”

Your heart swells at his statement. As you hear the waves crashing, it felt as if like it gave you a sense of newfound confidence as well. It was all or nothing now. You’re inches away from Miguel, his rosy cheeks prominent from the strong breeze that the coastal city offered. “I just have one more question.”

Miguel cocks his head to the side, curious. He doesn’t interrupt, giving permission for you to go ahead.

“You love me. Real or not real?”

He takes you by the waist, lips on yours. It could be minutes or hours before he lets go, leaving you in a daze. But the movement of his lips are as clear as day. One that would be forever etched in your memory.

“Real.”

[theswiftheartsystem]

Guide to Pluralkit

So pluralkit is a tool used very commonly for plural systems. Basically what it does is proxy who’s speaking (this can have an alters name, pronouns, a custom profile picture, ect.) it’s very easy to use once you get the hang of it!

Step 1. Make yourself a private discord server. The reason why is because that way it’s easier to edit and save what you need in the server.

after this you will need to add pluralkit to the server. You can do this by going to the website (https://pluralkit.me) or clicking the bot in a server you share with it, and adding it to your server.

Okay so after that, set up your server. All it needs is the channels you guys need. Obviously general can be whatever, we use it for bot commands. Would recommend a system chat channel, especially if you cannot speak internally. Other channels that might be helpful, or channels to store picrews and things of that nature, we have one for storing alter intros, if you don’t want to have a psychical diary, you could start one in the private server, and basically anything you need. The idea is that this server only has you guys in it

Step 2. Okay so you’ll need to set up a system now. To get started you’ll need to do pk;s new keep in mind you can only have one system per discord account, and only 1k members (we have heard you can request more in the discord server, but we haven’t tried it ourselves)

Most system servers require a system tag. To set one you do pk;s tag (tag here) tags can be anything in a character limit. Ours is 💙. Some servers don’t like when people have the same tag, so if you need to change it in a server you can do pk;s server tag (tag here)

After setting up your system to add a member you do pk;m new (members name) keep in mind you want it to be one word with no spaces or hard to use symbols. This is so it’s as easy as possible to edit. Also would like to add, if you throw in a image while doing this command, it will set that alters avatar without having to do another command (image below is a random image we had saved) if you are like us, and have alters that share names, it’s best to just add a number (no space still) infront, this makes it way easier to edit.

To set up a display name you do pk;m (members name) dn (what you want it to say, we normally have name and pronouns, and if a alter has like a specific role in the system, sometimes that gets added if the alter wants it)

If you accidentally set the wrong profile picture, or a alter wants a different one for whatever reason, the command is pk;m (name) avatar and then insert the photo

Finally to set a proxy do pk; (member name) proxy (proxy here)text (the text can also be behind the poxy, it just has to be behind or above) proxys can be anything basically! We usually use emojis, although whatever you do, make it something you don’t use. For emojis we have one or two emojis typically that represent the alter, and then the blue heart emoji in front that way if it’s a emoji we use a lot, it isn’t going to proxy us by accident. You can either do the proxy everytime you speak, or do a few commands.

Pk;ap latch this latches to the last used proxy. Good when one alter is having a conversation, but others aren’t.

Pk;ap (name) this latches to the alters name that is used. Does not change until turned off, or switched to a different alter, or auto proxy command.

Pk;ap front this command sets whoever is set as fronting as the auto proxy. The front is set by doing pk;switch (name) To turn off all of these the command is Pk;ap off

Step 3. With pluralkit you can add alters to groups!

To make a group you do pk;g new (groups name) like with the base names you want it to be one word, no spaces or weird symbols.

with groups you can set display names, descriptions, avatars, just for that group!

pk;g description (put the description you want with the command)

pk;g avatar (photo)

pk;g dn (name)

To add members to the group do pk;g (groups name) add (name) (name 2) you can add as many as you want, just make sure to not use commas or and, just name after name separated by a space

Step 4. To set a system/alter description and banner is pretty easy.

For system:

pk;s description (desc goes here)

pk;s banner (add image)

For Alters:

pk;m (name) description (desc goes here)

pk;m (name) banner (add image)

Step 5. Finally, some good commands to just know.

If you react with a question mark emoji on an alter using pluralkit, it gives you information about the person. (Username, ect)

If you have a member you feel needs to be private the command is pk;m (name) private

to delete a member you do pk;m (name) delete and then enter in the code it gives you

to change a alters base name, (not dn) do pk;m (name) rn (new name)

A fun little pluralkit game is going “pk;r (random silly thing here)” Pk;r randomly picks a alter, so putting a random caption over it can be fun sometimes.

if you do set a alters name as something with a space, you’ll have to edit it in qoutes. (Pk;m “Example name with a space” (command)

to look up a list of alters do pk;m list or pk;s list

Thanks for reading! Pluralkit is confusing at first, so we thought we would make a simple guide!

-Carrie + a few others

[sparkbeast20]

Wrong Chat

Not HOL (5)

MC: Hey, Lucifer is going out tonight.

MC: Anyone want to get freaky?

Barbatos: ...

Simeon: ...

Solomon: MC?

MC: Shit! Wrong chat

Diavolo: I'm down with you, Love.

Diavolo: Oh... Was this suppose to be a private chat?

MC: ...

Barbatos: Even it was meant for you, Milord.

Barbatos: The reason Lucifer is leaving tonight is because you and him are going to discuss this upcoming event at RAD.

Diavolo: 😥

Diavolo: 😥

Diavolo: 😥

Diavolo: 😥

Barbatos kicked Diavolo off the group chat

MC: 😲

Simeon: 😦

Solomon: Barbatos

Barbatos: Not to worry.

Barbatos: As soon the meeting is over I'll invite him back.

Devildom Prince

Diavolo: Simeon

Diavolo: Add me back to the group chat!

Simeon: Oh

Simeon: I'll try.

Not HOL (3)

Simeon kicked Solomon off the group chat

MC: What?

Barbatos: ...

Solomon the Sorcerer

Solomon: The fuck you did that!

Simeon: first of all.

Simeon: Language.

Simeon: Secondly, I was trying to add Diavolo back.

Not HOL (4)

Barbatos kicked MC off the group chat

Barbatos added Solomon and Diavolo to the group chat

Diavolo: Finally!

Solomon: Wait?

Solomon: Why did you kicked MC out?

Barbatos has left the group

Diavolo: 😲

Simeon: 🥺

Solomon: 🤬

...

...

...

Barbatos' chat with you

MC: Look even though it was meant to a different chat room.

MC: I want you.

Barbatos: I'm free

Barbatos: 😉

[pfhwrittes]

title: citations needed (on ao3 here) pairing: none. characters: kate laswell, john price, kyle "gaz" garrick, simon "ghost" riley, john "soap" mactavish, kate laswell's wife and kyle "gaz" garrick's mums. rating: T

word count: 1.1k

cw/tw: swearing, alcohol, texting fic, basically a crack-fic.

a/n: a series of various text conversations documenting kyle “gaz” garrick’s evening as his mum’s plus one at an academic fundraiser. my eternal love goes to @gemmahale, @stuffireadandenjoy, @syoddeye and @391780 for encouraging this utter nonsense.

[Gaz has created a new group chat: SOS CODE RED] 

Soap Suds has been added to the chat Casper the Unfriendly Ghost has been added to the chat Cap has been added to the chat Casper the Unfriendly Ghost has left the chat Soap Suds has added Casper the Unfriendly Ghost to the chat Boss Lady has been added to the chat

Gaz: SOS. EMERGENCY EXFIL REQ. IMMEDIATELY.  Cap: No - John 👍 Soap Suds: 👀 Boss Lady: It’s not that bad Kyle. 

Casper the Unfriendly Ghost has left the chat Soap Suds has added Casper the Unfriendly Ghost to the chat

Gaz: CAP I WILL DO YOUR PAPERWORK BY HAND IF YOU SEND A CAR IMMEDIATELY. Cap: No - John 👍 Soap Suds: wats going on 👀 ur maw’s thing not goin well?? Boss Lady: It seems that Kyle was unaware that my wife and I would be attending tonight’s fundraiser. Cap: And you didn’t think to tell him, Kate? - John 👍 Soap Suds: tell us more laswell 👀 🍿

–

[A private conversation between Gaz and Soap Suds] 

Soap Suds: is laswell’s wife fit?? Gaz: Not now mate.  Soap Suds: ill pay u gd money to send me a pic 🥵 Gaz: You’re sick. Soap Suds: as a dog 👅 💦 Soap Suds: please???

–

[A private conversation between MacTavish and SR] 

SR: Stop adding me to the chat you twat. 

– 

[A private conversation between JP and KL] 

JP: Send me photos of Garrick losing his mind. KL: Contact F&A and I’ll consider it.  JP: Done.  KL: Nice doing business with you John. 

–

[A private conversation between two unidentified numbers] +447******913: kate pls can i have a pci of ur wife?? +447******913: *pic Withheld Number: No. 

+447******913 has been blocked

–

[Group chat: SOS CODE RED] Soap Suds: send us a pic of u n ur maw gaz Gaz: No. Cap: No - John 👍 Boss Lady: No. 

Casper the Unfriendly Ghost has removed Soap Suds from the chat

Cap: Thank you Simon - John 👍

–

[A private conversation between Kyle and Mama] 

Kyle: Why didn’t you say Kate and her wife would be here?! Mama: Shit. Don’t let your mum get into the red wine. Xx Kyle: Bit late for that!  Mama: LOL. Xx Mama: Good Luck! Xx

–

[A private conversation between KL and JP] JP: How’s it going? KL: Remember Marrakech?  JP: Bloody hell.

–

[A private conversation between Gaz and Soap Suds] Soap Suds: add me back to the chat 🥺 Gaz: Busy.  Soap Suds: please 🥺

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[A private conversation between MacTavish and SR]  MacTavish: add me back to the chat 🥺 MacTavish: please 🥺

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[A private conversation between JM and JP]  JM: add me back to the chat 🥺 JM: please 🥺 JP: Never send me that face again  - John 👍 JM: 🥺 JM: will u at least tell laswell to unblock me??

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[Group chat: SOS CODE RED]  Cap has added Soap Suds to the chat

Cap: Sorry Kate. Lesser of two evils  - John 👍

Casper the Unfriendly Ghost has left the chat Soap Suds has added Casper the Unfriendly Ghost to the chat Casper the Unfriendly Ghost has left the chat Soap Suds has added Casper the Unfriendly Ghost to the chat

Boss Lady: Boys. Enough. 

Casper the Unfriendly Ghost: 👍 Soap Suds: sorry kate 🥺 Boss Lady: Never send me that face again.  Cap: LOL - John 👍

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[A private conversation between JP and KL] KL: Really John? 

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[A private conversation between MacTavish and SR]  SR: Pack it in you dozy cunt.  MacTavish: make me 😘

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[Group chat: SOS CODE RED] Boss Lady: [Sent a picture of Gaz standing between two women with an uncomfortable expression on his face holding two empty glasses as they glare at each other] 

Soap Suds: 🥵🥵🥵 Boss Lady: 🤨  Soap Suds: i was talking about gaz!! Cap: Everyone looks very nice - John 👍

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[A private conversation between Gaz and Soap Suds]  Soap Suds: mate 🥵

Gaz has blocked Soap Suds

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[Group chat: SOS CODE RED] Boss Lady: Gaz, location.  Gaz: Seated at the table. Lost visual on Mum.  Gaz: You?  Boss Lady: Bar. Also lost visual.  Gaz: Shit.  Boss Lady: Call me.  Soap Suds: 👀

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[A private conversation between KG and KL] KG: Sorry signal is shit. Update?  KL: Visual contact confirmed. They’re talking to the head of the department.  KG: Together?  KL: Yes.  KG: … The bald guy?  KL: Affirmative.  KG: Are you still at the bar?  KL: I’ve ordered tequila.  KG: Order me a shot.  KG: Please. KL: Already waiting for you.  KG: You’re the best, Kate.  KL: I know. 

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[Group chat: SOS CODE RED]  Gaz: [Sent a voice note where two distinct voices, one American and one English, can be heard agreeing with each other at volume as another third voice attempts to interrupt them. The English voice can clearly be heard to say “Oh, do fuck off Richard!” before the voice note ends.] 

Gaz: Shit. Didn’t mean to send that.  Soap Suds: kate is that you??🥵 Boss Lady: No.  Cap: No - John 👍 Soap Suds: mrs laswell???  Casper the Unfriendly Ghost: Professor Laswell you twat.  Boss Lady: Thank you Simon. Casper the Unfriendly Ghost: 👍

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[A private conversation between Wife ❤️ and Love Of My Life 💛]  Wife ❤️: Are you having fun, Darling? Xx

Love Of My Life 💛: [Sent a slightly blurry self taken photo of four people, three women and one young man, seated around a small round table. There are numerous empty glasses on the table in front of the quartet. Kyle is smiling with his face pressed close to an older woman who shares his same dark eyes. Kate is facing the camera but her eyes are directed towards the woman resting her head on her shoulder. Kate has a tiny smile on her face.] 

Wife ❤️: I can’t wait for you to come home. Xx

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[A private conversation between Kyle and Mama] 

Mama: Time to cut your Mum off LOL. Xx Kyle: [Sent a slightly blurry photo of two full shot glasses] Mama: Time to cut YOU off. Xx

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[A private conversation between Kate and S. Garrick] 

S. Garrick: [Forwarded a photo] S. Garrick: You all look lovely Kate. Xx Kate: Thank you. Brunch tomorrow?  S. Garrick: Absolutely. Xx

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[A private conversation between KL and JP] 

KL: [Sent a photo of Kyle with his head in his hands]  JP: The Christmas 2008 story?  KL: Yep.  JP: Brilliant. 

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[Group chat: SOS CODE RED] 

Gaz: [Sent a self taken picture of a woman with a wide but slightly tired smile on her face. In the background Kyle can be seen resting his head on the table, possibly asleep. Over her shoulder a pair of women are slightly blurred as Kate helps her wife wrap a pashmina around her shoulders] 

Gaz: Exfil requested? X

Cap: Of course - John 👍 Soap Suds: ur lookin very bonnie mrs garrick😘 Casper the Unfriendly Ghost: ETA 5 minutes. Will give you a hand with him.  Cap: Good lad  - John 👍 Gaz: Thank you sweetheart X

[wileys-russo]

dancing in the street II l.williamson x reader

head empty bar for thoughts of adventures in ibiza with leah.

dancing in the street II l.williamson x reader

"-see, I told ya!" lucy rolled her eyes tilting her phone screen so you could look. "the three best friends and lucy...oh that's harsh, as if you haven't blocked them." you chuckled, leaning your head on the older girls shoulder, feeling her let out a deep sigh. "no sadly i'd still rather be included, let them have their jokes." lucy admitted sliding her phone back into her pocket.

"hey wait why aren't i in the chat!" the realization dawned on you as you sat up, directing the question more to the two girls sat the row in front. "I told G not to add you. you're a horrendous texter and you'd just mute us." your girlfriend answered bluntly not even bothering to open her eyes, arms crossed tightly across her chest, blonde locks hidden by the hood covering her head. 

"i would not!" you defended with a scoff, looking to your friend beside you for back up who simply avoided your gaze which was all the confirmation you needed. "guys i am not that bad, am i?" your eyes widened, question ticking over and over in your head. "well you're not good." keira replied honestly glancing back at you from next to leah.

"and we didn't add you because any plans we make as a group we assume you and leah come as a package deal." the girl continued with an amused smile at your obvious codependency as the plane hit a slight bit of turbulence and your stomach lurched, hands curling tightly around the arm rests either side of you. 

"fact." lucy instantly agreed with her girlfriend, hiding a smirk behind her hand as she rested her head on her fist. "oh now you wanna chime in do you fourth wheel!" you glared at the older girl with displeasure who playfully shoved your head to the side as the pilot announced you were beginning your descent into ibiza.

"oh i hate this part." you mumbled nervously, sinking into your seat as the discomfort in your stomach grew and lucy reached over to gently massage the back of your neck. "nearly there." leah mumbled quietly, eyes still closed as keira harshly elbowed her, shaking her head as the blonde pulled a face and rubbed at her ribs. 

though with a look behind her and seeing how pale you'd gotten she was quick to unbuckle herself, checking no one was around to yell at her for ignoring the very clearly on seat belt sign and gesturing for lucy to swap seats. 

both of them darting up and into one anothers spots they hastily clicked in their belts again as a stewardess looked over with narrowed unimpressed eyes, leah sending the woman an apologetic smile.

"hey, you're fine yeah?" the blondes hand moved to rest on your thigh, giving the tanned skin a gentle squeeze as you nodded, wincing and slamming your eyes closed as the plane dropped lower. "we've done this easily fifty times now and nothings ever happened, focus on me." leah encouraged as you turned your head to meet her gaze, feeling your body unclench a little at her tender gaze.

"you didn't even want to sit next to me." you pouted with a small frown, leahs smile only widening at the cute notion. "because i see your gorgeous face every day, i haven't seen keiras ugly mug since the champions league final and before that it had been weeks." leah defended her decision, slating off her best friend in the process.

"oi!" keira turned around with a glare at the jest as leah smirked, giving her a sarcastic wave with her free hand. "we've not even landed in ibiza yet and you're making enemies, surely that's a record?" you pondered as leah pinched at your thigh for the comment. "what can i say darling, maybe i'm in my villian era." leah whispered dipping her head and connecting your lips quickly before pulling away, neither of you big fans of pda in larger crowds.

though your relationship wasn't directly a secret, it was as private as the two of you could manage with leahs fame only growing day by day.

"god you need to stop lurking on tiktok you sound like maisie." you grimaced, referring to your younger sister who seemed to only speak in tiktok references since the app had taken off, much to your annoyance. 

"who do you think sends me most of the tiktoks i watch." leah grinned as you rolled your eyes, no stranger to your girlfriend and little sister teaming up, forever the target of their combined teasing's and jokes.

"hey see you did it!" leah beamed proudly as the plane jolted one last time sending your head flying forward narrowly missing your folded tray table, wheels screaming against the tarmac as you breathed a sigh of relief, never having been the most comfortable flyer. 

"it lives to see another day, what a shame." lucy sighs shaking her head as the four of you stood awaiting the plane to clear before even attempting to exit, none of you in a large rush with holiday mode already having kicked in. 

you leant forward and punched the defender admittedly a little too hard, ducking back into leahs protection as lucy tried grabbing at you with a glare.

"whose making enemies now then." the blonde murmured in your ear with a chuckle, resting her chin on the top of your head as you pulled a face at lucy who jokingly drew her finger over her throat, mouthing for you to watch your back before her attention returned to keira. 

~

"alex is meeting us at the club later?" you asked, leah dropping your bags on the floor and collapsing backwards onto the bed with a nod. "yeah she's out meeting some of her other mates for a late lunch, they'll probably be there too." leah confirmed, opening her arms and looking to you expectantly.

"happy off season." you grinned laying down on top of her feeling her arms wrap tightly around your back, pulling your bodies as close together as they could possibly get. "it's been off season for awhile now." the girl joked but you could see the hurt masked behind her eyes as you winced, probably not your best choice of words.

"i'm sorry love that was insensitive." your hands moved to cup the defenders face, thumbs stroking her jaw affectionately feeling it clench slightly beneath your touch. 

"just too bad you're too weak to give me piggybacks, maybe you should join me in rehab for these sad little noodles." leah squeezed at your biceps with a pitiful look as your mouth formed a small o and you smacked her in the chest. 

"i'll put you back in hospital if you're not careful williamson." you warned, sitting up to straddle her chest as the blonde only smirked, hands coming to rest on your exposed thighs

"what you gonna do then babe? nag me to an early grave?" leah mocked, hands creeping higher and higher up your thighs as you tried to ignore the back flips your stomach did just at the simplest of her touch. 

"that stair case is looking really tempting, don't accidentally fall down it." you threatened ducking your head to hover your mouth just above hers, pulling back slightly as she tried to capture your lips.

"i don't know if you've earned a proper kiss yet." you smiled teasingly, leahs wandering hands finding their way up the inside of the hem of your shorts. "that so?" leah feigned surprise, proudly watching your confident facade break for a second as she teasingly snapped at the waistband of your underwear.

the captains eyes quickly flicked downwards, mouth going dry as she lifted up the edge of your shorts instantly recognizing the familiar black lace of the chosen pair. her mind raced with memories of that shopping trip, over an hour spent picking out sets for you in your favorite lingerie store, as well as what had inevitably happened in the changing rooms afterwards as you modeled her choices.

leah had never been good with sharing what was hers or keeping her hands to herself.

"do tell then pretty girl, what you want for a kiss?" the blonde asked, voice low and raspy, short nails scratching gently at your hips as she sat up and you adjusted yourself on top of her, arms wrapping around the back of her neck.

though before you even had a chance to answer you both heard feet pounding upstairs and the door flew open, lucy barging in. "it's alright its safe ke they've still got their clothes on!" the girl bellowed downstairs as you groaned at the interruption, head falling onto leah's shoulder.

"though if you take much longer we might be in for a show!" lucy smirked wiggling her eyebrows suggestively as you moved off of your girlfriends lap and sat beside her instead, leah's stony expression displaying her own discontent at the disruption.

"right listen up then you two can sex it up all you want in your own spare time. but right now we're on holiday and have a date with the pool and then the beach club, so hurry up and get ready!" keira pegged two towels at the both of you, one of which nailed leah right in the face, both her and lucy quick to bolt back downstairs before she could pounce on them.

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"baby can you zip me up please." you finally emerged from the bathroom, flipping your hair over your shoulder and holding it out the way, turning your back toward leah who pulled herself up off the bed.

the older girl had been ready for over twenty minutes now, laid down and scrolling through her phone, calling out every few minutes a gentle but firm reminder that she was still waiting.

"i can't believe you're wearing this." leah mumbled against your neck, lips trailing kisses down the soft skin as your eyes fluttered close, leaning back into her hold at the pleasurable sensation. "thought you might appreciate it." you smiled in victory at the expected reaction.

"shift it the cars here!" lucy shouted upstairs once more dampening the moment, your skin burning where leahs lips had just been as the blonde zipped you up and stepped back. "you look gorgeous." your girlfriend complimented charmingly, pecking your lips as you grabbed her hand and headed downstairs.

"as do you." you replied shamelessly checking her out as you exited your shared villa and headed for the uber which was to take you all to ushuaia, one of the hottest clubs in ibiza. closing the door as you hopped in last, chatter broke out amongst the four of you, all discussing the rest of your plans for your week away.

"bottoms up then." lucy pulled a flask from the pocket of her shorts, taking a quick swig before it was passed around between you. "oh fuck what is that." you grimaced as the unfamiliar liquid burnt its way down your throat, leah patting your back as you let out a small cough. "tequila!" lucy grinned, downing the rest of the small flask.

"it's party time girls!"

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"fuck yeah calvins on baby!" leah cheered loudly, knocking her drink with alex's as the two of them stood up on the lounge in your private box which alex had somehow managed to book in last minute. 

"have fun with that." lucy chuckled beside you as leah screamed with joy at the familiar tune pumping from the stage behind you and downed the rest of her drink, jumping off the lounge and bending down at the table to make herself a new one. 

"babe how about a water? just in between drinks." you called out over the thumping bass around you, gently grabbing her hand as it gripped around the near empty bottle of jack daniels, which when you checked about a half hour ago was full.

"nah fuck that i'm on holiday!" leah slurred with a firm shake of her head, removing your hand from hers as she filled her cup over halfway with the brown liquid, not even bothering with a mixer. "i love you!" leah shouted over the noise, grabbing your chin with her free hand and placing a quick kiss to your lips before hopping back up on the lounge to dance with alex.

"you alright?" keira noticed the worry on your face as she tugged you into a quieter corner. "i'm fine, i don't think she is though." you nodded toward your girlfriend who had her arm slung around alex, screaming along to whatever song was playing, swaying side to side as she yet again downed her drink.

"looks like she's just having fun?" keira asked as her eyebrows knitted together in confusion, unsure what it was you were actually worried about. "yeah she looks like that. same as she looks fine when anyone asks about her acl, but she's not okay ke! she won't acknowledge it or talk about it, any time i try she just shuts down or changes the subject." you admitted, admittedly feeling some sense of relief as you finally got it off your chest, not having discussed it with anyone.

"she's been drinking more, a lot more. i know she isn't okay but i don't even know where to begin with trying to help her. i thought after the surgery and beginning her rehab things might change but she won't even talk to her mum about anything she's feeling, she's like a brick wall!" you pinched your nose at the stress bubbling up inside you, keira gently rubbing your back with a concerned frown.

"i hadn't realised it was that bad, she seemed okay at the champions league final. we even went out afterwards!" keira sighed, annoyed with herself for not noticing these changes in her best friend. "she's really good at hiding it, but she's hurting and she's angry and with just bottling everything up i'm terrified of what happens when she reaches her limit and-"

"-implodes." keira finished for you as you nodded, sighing deeply. "i'll try to have a talk with her tomorrow, take her out for lunch or something just the two of us." keira offered as you nodded, having exhausted all your own attempts at trying to get the stubborn blonde to open up.

"now now now what is with these long faces? we're in ibiza!" speaking of stubborn blondes, here she was now. leah flung an arm over your shoulder and pressed a sloppy kiss to your cheek as you gave keira a subtle nod that you'd be fine and she excused herself to return back to the group. 

"why you look so sad then?" your girlfriend slurred as she cupped your face in her hands as your own grabbed at her waist, steadying her as she swayed slightly on her feet. "nothing, i'm fine lee." you forced a smile, knowing now was far from an appropriate time to bring anything up.

"you're a terrible liar." leah shook her head, hooded eyes now shone with a little concern as you tried to relax, plastering a slightly more sincere smile on your face. "i'm okay, i promise." you tried to assure, gently rubbing circles into her hips as leah hesitated slightly before nodding.

"right, let's dance then. we're on holiday!" leah cheered drunkenly, slinging her arm back around you and tugging you back into the throng of people, this time a little deeper into the crowd than either of you had previously ventured. 

though not before she'd snagged alex's drink out of her hand along the way, sending her friend a cheeky wink and shouting a thank you over your shoulder.

shaking your head you reset yourself, allowing your body to relax a little into the taller girls tight hold as the music pumped around you, ground shaking with the intensity of the bass. having slowed down on your own alcohol intake to monitor leahs, you now grabbed her stolen drink from her hand, chugging it in one mouthful and wincing as the straight vodka burned it's way through you.

you coughed already feeling a little light headed as leahs booming laugh surrounded you, forever finding your inability to hold your alcohol amusing, relentlessly teasing you for it. but tonight she let it slide, far too high off her own buzz and the vibes of the club around you to bother.

worries temporarily washed away with the boost of liquid courage you loosened up, pushing slightly more into leah as the blondes hands began to wander your body, squeezing and pinching at any slit of bare skin she could locate. 

it wasn't long before her lips joined in, beginning their assault on your neck and collarbones as the two of you ground against one another to the beat, alex and a few of her other friends joining in close by.

time seemed to fly as you finally let loose and began to actually enjoy yourself, and before you knew it lucy was shouting in your ear that it was nearing 3am and she'd called a car to take you all back to the villa. 

having sobered up a little more now you nodded your agreement and stood on tippy toes, searching for leahs messy mop of blonde hair in the crowd, the girl having been whisked away by alex about a half hour ago.

after much push back from the taller girl and her partner in crime, and a joint tag team effort from yourself and lucy in reasoning with them, the four of you and keira were finally making your way out of the very much still alive club and onto the streets as lucy looked around for your uber.

though the lack of live music most certainly hadn't put a damper on alex and leah's night, the two girls now screaming sweet caroline at the top of their lungs as they spun one another round and round in circles. you'd given up trying to quiet them down, assuming that the more energy an incredibly drunk leah got out of her system now would make it much easier to put her to bed later.

"hello my pretty girl." speaking of. "hi my love." you smiled sweetly as the defender wrapped her arms around your waist from behind, resting her head on your shoulder and peppering kisses to your cheek. 

"dance with me!" she tugged on your hand attempting to yank you into the street where alex was twerking by herself in the middle of the road, lucy and keira busy arguing over who put in your pick up address wrong.

"there's no music!" you laughed as the girl dragged you away from the rest of the group. "i can fix that. scotty! some music if you please." leah cupped her hands over her mouth and shouted over toward alex who stopped her solo dance routine, breaking out into a very off pitch rendition of can't take my eyes off of you.

growing bored of that song she switched to islands in the stream, getting most of the words wrong as leah grabbed your hands, twirling you around before wrapping you in a hug, gently swaying the both of you from side to side. 

"it's like we're out with tooney." you laughed at your friends choice of tune, leah humming in agreement and you squealed as she suddenly dipped you before pulling you quickly back into her chest. "cars here lets go!" keira called out as a large silver van pulled up, alex sprinting off shouting for shot gun.

"do we have to go!" leah whined, tripping over her own feet as you grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the car. "yes we do." you chuckled at the state of her, the girl barely able to hold herself up. you lost count of her drinks after you'd seen her down her ninth jack and coke, and that was well before alex had pumped her full of shots.

"no." leah dropped your hand and crossed her arms over her chest as you stopped, one foot in the car and one still on the ground. "leah come on, in the car." you offered her your hand which she childishly smacked away, sitting down on the curb in protest.

"scotty! back to the club?" the captain slurred out with a nod behind her, alex quick to agree but lucy grabbed her hands as she went to unbuckle herself, firmly shaking her head. "we're going back later anyway babe. come on, it's time!" you called out, firmer this time as the two of you locked into a staring contest.

"sorry just give us a minute." you apologized to the uber driver who threatened to either drive off or kick you all out if a decision wasn't made quickly. "leah. get in the car!" you warned, raising an eyebrow in challenge as the blonde huffed, bottom lip jutted into a pout. "such bullshit!" she eventually gave in with moan and a roll of her eyes, struggling to get to her feet.

"christ sakes." you mumbled going over to help her up, stumbling slightly yourself as she leant her taller form into you. finally getting her into the car and wrestling a seatbelt onto her you dropped into your own seat with a sigh of relief as the uber driver took off, grumbling under his breath as alex took over the stereo.

the ride home was stiflingly uncomfortable to say the least, the heat radiating off of all of you after a night of drinking and dancing coupled with the thick ibiza humidity creating quite the hot box. 

at least leah had finally passed out, head dropping onto your shoulder and arms tucked tightly around your torso. though the close proximity of your bodies meant you shuffled uncomfortably every few minutes, combined body heats suffocating you. 

you were also having immense regret in the tight black dress hugging your curves, the material now clinging to you like a second layer of skin as sweat dripped off you like a waterfall.

you breathed a sigh of relief as you finally arrived to your villa, the other three unable to get out of the disgustingly hot car fast enough. "baby wake up." you nudged the soundly sleeping girl on top of you who stirred, lifting her head up and blinking a few times, clearly disorientated.

she tried to speak however whatever words came out of her mouth were not english. "we're back." you nodded over her shoulder to the villa behind you, the uber driver impatiently huffing as he met your gaze in the rear view mirror and you winced apologetically. 

thank god keira and lucy came to your aid, poking and prodding at their captain before the girl untangled herself from you and stepped out of the car with a grumble and a groan. unfortunately though it seemed her nap had only recharged her drunken antics, as once she stumbled in the front door and noticed alex making more drinks at the bar she perked right back up.

"oh god no." you buried your hands in your face at the sight of the two of them, mentally preparing yourself for what was now to follow, wanting nothing more than to collapse into bed. "we'll deal with scott, you go for leah." lucys hands landed on your shoulders as you nodded with a deep sigh.

"leah, can we go to bed please?" you tried asking nicely, the blonde now dancing on top of the bar with alex, music blasting from her best friends phone as they sipped on god knows what. "meet you up there." leah slurred out swaying to and fro, pumping her fists with her eyes closed to the beat as keira and lucy tried to convince alex to do the same.

you couldn't hear what was said over the music but it seemed to work as alex clambered down from the bar, keira quick to grab at her phone and stop the music, leah stopping her dancing with a frown. "aw no scotty come on!" leah whined, booing at the girl who only waved and hobbled off to her room.

"see even alex has gone to bed, come on." you tried again, leah reluctantly climbing down from the bar though not before reaching over to down a discarded shot as you hurried to pull her away from the selection of alcohol.

"come on man why you being such a buzz kill!" leah groaned in annoyance as you waved goodnight to keira and lucy, mouthing a thank you. "because it's nearly four thirty in the morning." you grunted out, struggling to drag leah upstairs as the defender slumped her full body weight onto you.

"sounds like sleep isn't needed then, we should just party on baby!" leah cheered loudly as you dropped her onto the bed, rubbing at your neck which was starting to throb and closing the bedroom door behind you. "leah! the others are trying to sleep." you shushed her as she started to belt out shania twain at the top of her lungs, hastily placing a hand over the blondes mouth.

"buzz kills, the lot of you!" leah huffed yanking your hand away before you slipped off her shoes, tossing them in the corner behind you. "hmm yeah that's it, undress me." the girl rested her hands behind her head, smirking at you as you rolled your eyes. "undress yourself." you tossed a shirt at her face and disappeared into the bathroom to take off your makeup.

though when you returned a few minutes later tying your hair up into a messy bun you couldn't help but laugh at the sight before you. leah had managed to take off the matching button up and shorts she wore out, however was now struggling to push her head through the arm hole of the large top you'd given her, muttering angrily to herself when she had no success in the task.

"stop that you idiot!" you laughed grabbing at her hands and pushing them away as you pulled at the top, leahs disheveled head now popping through the correct hole. "can you manage to unzip this please?" you asked the still heavily intoxicated girl who nodded, shuffling herself to the end of the bed.

"i will always take clothes off for you baby girl." leah slurred out as she tugged down your zip, clearly trying to have the words come across seductively however with the high levels of alcohol still pumping through her the sentence came out more gibberish than sexy.

you sighed in relief as you peeled the somewhat damp dress off of you and tossed it into the bathroom to be dealt with tomorrow. rummaging through your bag you tugged one of leahs old arsenal jerseys over your head, instantly engulfed in the familiarly comfortable scent of your girlfriend. 

"oh that's a bit cute." the girl cooed out with a lopsided smile, leaning back on her forearms on the bed. "such a shame its an arsenal jersey though." you faked a gag, leah gasping at your words as you stood between her legs at the end of the bed.

"don't you dare insult my dear north london like that." she warned, wagging a finger at you as you grinned. "i should really stop wearing it, belongs to some footballer i'm shagging." you teased as leah sat up to hug you, resting her head on your stomach. "just shagging?" she mumbled into the faded red material. 

"not currently shagging." you warned in a more serious tone, feeling leahs hands squeeze at your bum, the girl looking up at you with a cheeky grin. "why not! you're hot, i'm hot, hot people should sleep together." she slurred out and you shook your head in amusement. 

"because you're very drunk, and very drunk people should just sleep." you unwrapped her arms from around you, going to flick off the lights as leah laid down in bed kicking off the duvet. you turned on the ceiling fan, sighing in relief as the thick air around you slowly began to dissipate. 

navigating your way back to the bed in the now pitch black room your knee knocked at the corner of the bed, a gentle curse dropping from your lips as you reached out blindly, a pair of strong arms assisting your body to drop into the much welcomed comfort of the mattress.

"leah no! i meant it, you're drunk and you need to sleep." you laughed quietly and pushed her away as lips instantly attached to your neck. "fine." the defender grumbled with a huff, pushing her head back in your neck and clinging tightly onto you. 

one hand burying itself into her hair and scratching at her scalp, the other snuck up the back of her top and gently rubbed her back. within seconds you heard a soft snore as leah's head rolled onto your shoulder, her nose twitching slightly and you smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead and mumbling an i love you into the warm skin.

your own eyes drooped shut, body relaxing into the safe cocoon of your lovers embrace, a persistent voice in the back of your mind reminding you'd likely need to do it all over again tomorrow. which you would in a heart beat, you'd do anything for the blonde wrapped up beside you, till the end of time. 

[rendy-a]

Hi! I saw that your requests were, so don't mind me dropping in^^

I constantly see Malleus/or Sebek x Reader fics where they give reader a rock or smt for the dating ritual and reader is clueless- ye non of that.

Reader is the definition of Goblin core or just Goblin in general, the moment Malleus/or Sebek presents the rock, they run to Rumshackle to get their pretty rock and later reader is like "have a rock of love... My love for you"

Can I request something similar as a scenerio for Malleus and Sebek? (If you don't feel like both, then plz do Malleus)

Thanks!

Thanks for dropping by! It does feel like a fae would be one to gift something strange and mundane as an important gift. Here is your request of getting an unusually random item from the fae boys as a romantic gesture. Hope you like it!

It wasn’t every day that one got courted by a fae prince.  You’d become somewhat of a legend among the first-years for taming the fearsome dragon prince.  When your dear Malleus happened to approach you while in a group, all the other students would freeze up, but you’d just smile at your sweetheart and wait to hear what he wanted.  It was usually to present you with some sort of gift.  You’d become used to receiving gifts, sometimes of immense value, as an everyday occurrence.  You’d just smile at the jewels or such and wish your boyfriend a happy day before going back to your business. 

Your friends, though, they were always eager to check out what you’d been gifted and bemoan their own luck at not receiving such riches.  “Ah,” sighs Ace, “my last birthday, I got socks.  Look at what you get for it just being Tuesday!”  Ace lifts the bejeweled…whatever…and moans again.  Sometimes, no one was quite sure what the gifts were, but each gem-encrusted piece gave off an air of sophistication.  You consoled Ace good-naturedly while also mentally planning a visit to see Lilia later and ask for more information on…whatever this was.

Lilia was always more than happy to invite you in and hear more about his ward’s courting progress.  “Ah, a gilded corset cover.  How nice.” Lilia smiles at you knowingly.  “I’m sure you were happy to add this to your ballroom staples for your future in Briar Valley.”  You pictured it; men and women dressed in elaborate clothes, decorated with such things as bejeweled corsets.  Well, you tried to picture it before shaking your head and leaving that in the category of ‘things you’d figure out later!’  You returned the short fae’s smile, “Ah yes.  I’ll just store that away with my other ballroom garments and accessories.” You flash him a tight smile and he chuckles at you before handing you a book.  “Thought you might be interested in this.  Many old fae customs and traditions in there.  For, oh I don’t know, someone looking to learn more, so they don’t have to go chatting up their grandpa every time they get a private gift.”

You’d smiled at him gratefully and accepted the book.  You were glad to read up on the culture of Briar Valley and found it quite fascinating.  There were even a few notes specifically on dragon fae.  In retrospect, you had recognized a few of the things mentioned in Malleus’s behavior already.  It felt good to be in the know for once instead of always running to Lilia for help. 

You were especially glad to have that knowledge before receiving the gift you’d gotten today.  You were hanging out with your friends in the Basketball Club, listening to Ace brag about things he’d actually done (scored 2 baskets from the 3-point line) and things he’d only imagined (breaking past Jamil).  That was when you noticed a sort of hush had fallen across the gym.  You closed your eyes and felt a sort of sensation, like electricity or a storm brewing, that you knew meant your sweetheart was nearby.  So, it was no surprise to you when you opened your eyes and turned to find Malleus at your side. 

You smiled up at him warmly and greeted him.  He returned your smile and greeting with a soft fondness that was characteristic of your relationship.  “Dearest Treasure, I have today a boon for you.”  Saying this, he pulls from the air a branch and holds it out to you.  You gaze at the leafless twig and back up to his nervous expression.  He waits patiently but cautiously for your response.  A great grin spreads over your face and you accept the branch.  “Oh Malleus,” you say, barely containing a tremor in your voice, “this, this is wonderful.  Thank you, it was just what I was dreaming of.”  You beam up at him and show your branch to your friends.

“It’s just a stick,” you hear Ace whisper to Floyd.  Malleus’s mouth tightens a small bit and Jamil notices.  He immediately goes into full blown retainer panic mode.  “A stick of great quality!  Your Highness, I have never seen a stick of such fantastic proportion before.  Surely it is the greatest stick of all.”  Malleus preens at the praise.  Floyd tilts his head and only comments, “I don’t see it.  Land-dwellers sure are strange.”  You give your confused friends a small laugh before grabbing Malleus by the hand and leading him from the gym. 

You lean your head gently on his arm as you walk, smiling happily at your branch.  “It is a particularly nice branch, isn’t it?” you ask with a smile.  Malleus gives a contented hum from deep in his chest, “So what do you intend to do with it?” he asks carefully.  You look up at him surprised, “Why put is around my bed of course.  What else would I do with it?”  He laughs merrily, pleased by your response.  Yes, you know what this is.  The first branch of many that you will use to construct a dragon’s nest.  You can’t believe you’ve just received a proposal from a dragon.  You pull your treasured branch close to your heart and smile on.

It was a rock.  A round sort (but not perfectly round), with a crack running along one side exposing some glints of the interior.  It was most certainly a rock.  “It’s a rock,” Grim offers, “If you can’t eat it, what good is it?”  You look over at your companion disapprovingly, “Plenty good.  Plus, you eat rocks all the time, so I don’t think you should be one to judge.”  He gives you a disdainful look, “Only the good smelling ones.”  Then he wanders off, leaving you alone in your Ramshackle room with the rock.

You smile and wander around the room, trying your special rock in many different places.  You finally settle on the mantle in front of the mirror, where you’d see it every day when you got ready.  It really was a nice rock.  You turned it around to look at it closer.  The crack along the seam appeared as a flaw at first, until you noticed how its jagged shape resembled that of a lightning bolt.  Through the little lightning bolt gap, a few green sparkles of the interior layers were visible, peridot, you thought.  It was perfect.

You remembered a conversation you’d had with Sebek long ago on books he’d read.  You’d asked him for some of the stories from his childhood and he’d told you a tale he read as a small child about a brave bird that walked to the ocean to find a pebble for its beloved.  It sounded like something you remembered from your own world, and you told him so.  He smiled and said that this was an old traditional tale in Briar Valley.  Now, you understood what sort of tradition it had created.  Smiling at your pebble, you set yourself to your own task.

“Here’s a pretty rock,” Deuce offers it to you.  You examine it carefully before tossing it back on the ground, “No, that’s nice but it’s not the right rock.”  Ace walks over to a pile and picks up another, “How about this one?”  You look at him and roll your eyes, “Ace that’s just a regular rock.” He tosses the rock down in frustration, “That’s a regular rock, this is a regular rock, your super special rock is just a regular rock; Prefect, they are all just rocks!”  You frown but continue to scan the ground below you.  “You don’t have to keep coming along if you don’t want to.”  You knew that to most people, it would seem like a pointless endeavor.  Finally, Ace heaves a large and exasperated sigh.  “No, I’m coming.  I just don’t get it is all.  How about this one.  If you turn it just right, it almost looks like a heart.”  You smile and obligingly look at the rock, already knowing it wasn’t YOUR rock.  “It’s nice.  Why don’t you keep this one?” 

He moves to toss it but then appears to reconsider and pockets the unusual-shaped rock; it was a neat rock.  You don’t say anything but smile to yourself.  That was Ace’s rock; sort of average looking but when you twisted it right, it was a solid heart.  You didn’t need Ace’s rock though; you needed your rock.  Just like Sebek had looked until he found one that perfectly represented himself, you’d look until you found one that fit you just right.  That was the point of it all.  To journey as long and far as the penguin of legend and find a representation of yourself to offer to your partner. 

You didn’t know how long it had taken Sebek to find that perfect rock, but you knew he’d have never settled for less than the best.  He’d have climbed a mountain and traveled great distance; anything it took.  So…you’d just have to do that as well.  One day, you smile to yourself, you’d be able to return the gesture and offer back a rock, and with it, your entire self to him.  Then you’d place the rocks on a mantle together, maybe in a little cabin of your own in Briar Valley and live happily ever after.