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yaekiss · 2 years ago

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hi so [holds head in hands] no pressure to fulfill this request of course but like. heizou, kazuha, and the wanderer (separate) going down on you lol,, haha,, bonus points if it’s their first time doing anything with you,, or anyone, for that matter,,, (afab mc preferred ^^)

oh and since you’re not familiar with heizou’s character yet, i have some ideas … i know a lot of people make him out to be super experienced and like yeah. no shame to that. that’s epic. but god. look. listen… there’s untapped potential here [shakes you aggressively] heizou, aware of his own flirty reputation and also wanting to impress you, pretends to know what he’s doing and acts all confident like yeah. i got this bbg. i fucked around already. mhm. totally. i’m gonna give you the time of your life fr. yet he just… mentally bluescreens when it actually gets to the real deal. his face heats up, his mouth goes slack, and he stares like an idiot. internal monologue is probably: what do i do. what do i DO. i do not want to fuck this up HOLY FUCKKKKKKKKKK. eventually you get sick of his virgin act and decide to help him out by sitting on his face and riding the fuck out of him. yeah

— 🌻 nonnie (i hope you’re well!)

��𝒐𝒕 𝑵𝒆𝒘 𝑹𝒊𝒅𝒆?

꩜ Room Content: Dom! GN! Reader! x Sub! Heizou, Sub! Kazuha, Sub! Wanderer (separate), terms "pussy" "folds" & "clit" used to refer to reader's anatomy, terms "cunt" & "folds" used to describe Wanderer's anatomy, cunnilingus (reader receiving in all 3 parts, implied giving in Wanderer's part), you ride their faces 😼, all 3 of them are inexperienced, lmk if I missed out anything ! ꩜ A/N: Thank you for waiting 🌻 anon!!! Ran out of steam after Heizou's part so Kazuha's and Wanderer's parts are in bulleted points orz... Anyways, here's ur order of the an3mo boys eating you out ♡ Hope you enjoy hehe !!

🏷️𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝟎𝟕𝟐𝟒: 𝑺. 𝑯𝒆𝒊𝒛𝒐𝒖

After countless weeks (weeks!) of chasing each other around, Heizou’s cryptic riddles and your vague replies for him to unravel, he finally has you where he wants you! (Or do you have him right where you want him?)

Though, you need to give him credit where credit is due. Everything in the room has been set up to your liking and the thought of how much effort he put into this has your heart fluttering a bit.

“Well? Impressed?” There’s a cocky smirk on Heizou’s face and you scoff, rolling your eyes at him. You’re aware of the reputation he’s amassed on the streets, rumours of how he’s a casanova unlike no other, how he can charm anyone into his arms. Frankly, you couldn’t really see the supposed suave flirtatious persona in him. Like, are we talking about the same Heizou? The man who made you go on a wild goose chase through the town, only to reach a scenic lake and have the moment ruined by him falling into the water while he’s excitedly waving to you from afar. (Though his shirt got soaked through and you got to see his cute nipples… Hmm, maybe the rumours have some truth to them after all.) But you’re not one to back down without a fight.

“I’ll give you my answer in the morning so you better make tonight count, detective.” Slowly shedding your clothes, you eye him with a brimming anticipation as he watches, his own eyes glued to your mesmerising figure.

After you lay back on the bed, Heizou wastes no time in diving between your legs, trailing featherlight kisses up from your calf to your inner thighs. He slowly inches his way up towards your core before, all of a sudden, all his previous actions stop. You can feel his hands on you falter a bit as the bed shifts and dips as he sits back on his knees. Puzzled by the change in the mood, you sit up to check on Heizou but the sight you see is not one you were exactly expecting.

His face is glowing with how red and blushy he’s gotten, hidden behind his hands as he tries to hide the expression he’s making. Clearing his throat and turning away from your gaze, he gulps audibly.

“Just… just give me a second to c-compose myself…” An odd awkwardness filters through the air and you can’t help but quirk an eyebrow up at this (not so) unforeseen turn of events.

“Why, is my little casanova scared? Where did your previous bravado go?” Teasing him further, you crawl seductively towards him, taking full amusement in watching him squirm nervously, peeking at you through the gaps of his fingers.

“I’m not… scared… what are you talking about? Ahahaha…” His strained laughter trails off at the end and it’s the last straw for you. Annoyance taking hold of you, you grab onto his shoulders and push him down so that he’s lying on the bed, olive eyes wild and bewildered as they stare up at you. For the first time in a while, he has no idea what to expect and frankly, he didn’t think he’d be so turned on by it.

Before he can register what’s happening, mind hazy with lust and desire, you’ve planted yourself on his face. Tongue instinctively darting out, he tastes your slick and the mix of a whine and a groan escapes him. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure through you, making you grind down on his face harder to chase your own climax.

Heizou’s pussy eating skills are honestly pitiful but he almost makes up for it through his sheer enthusiasm alone. Messy slurps and moans fill the room as he clumsily laps up at your folds, drenching his mouth and chin. Your thighs clamp down on either side of his head but he shows no signs of slowing down or even stopping for air.

“I-it’s all… hahh… bark and no bite with- ah! -you isn’t it, Heizou?” All you get in return is a pathetic whine as he shifts so his nose nudges up against your clit. And that’s what it takes for you to cum. You ride out your high, your pace slowing down while you try to catch your breath. As your gaze refocuses, you catch a glimpse of the damp patch growing at the crotch area of Heizou’s pants and you laugh at his dazed drunken expression when you get off of him.

Looks like you weren’t the only one who came.

“I’m impressed with your performance for now, detective. But for higher accuracy, what say we go for a few more rounds?”

🏷️𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝟏𝟎𝟐𝟗: 𝑲. 𝑲𝒂𝒛𝒖𝒉𝒂

He’s probably the one who brings it up after overhearing one of the many raunchy conversations between Captain Beidou and the Tianquan (someone please buy him noise-cancelling earplugs)

The more he thinks about it, the more the idea seems viable. Besides, if it doesn’t work out in the end, the two of you would have learnt more about your tastes and preferences!

But seriously, he needs to pick a better time to spring his suggestions on you. While dining at a food stall, he nonchalantly asks you, “Would you mind if I… went down on you… the next time we make love?”

You almost did a spit take at his words

Internally cursing Beidou (how dare she unknowingly corrupt your adorable Kazuha before you can!!), you swallow your beverage before replying

“If it’s what you want, I’m not opposed to it darling”

The smile he flashes you is blinding and the moment would’ve been more tender if it weren’t for the previous lascivious question

Sigh, still, how could you say no to such a cute lover

He’s another inexperienced one, years of drifting around and never really settling down with anyone means that he’s physically exposed to a lot of things for the first time with you

But he’s open minded, always open to trying out new experiences and kinks while making sure the both of you are comfortable

While he eats you out, he gets a little intoxicated by you, enjoying how you feel against his tongue, savouring every inch of you

Nothing else in the world matters right now expect pleasing you and making you cum on his face

Although you’re the one riding on him, somehow he’s the louder one????

He lets out muffled breathy puffs and moans, whining and squirming under you as he licks and indulges in you, occasionally calling out your name interspersed with, “More!” or “I love you!”

Feeling your orgasm building up, you gyrate your hips downwards to drive his tongue deeper in you

You cream on his face and he doesn’t hesitate to clean you up, not wasting a single drop (he’s really such a dear!)

The next day, Beidou gives him a firm slap on his back, chuckling about how she’s “glad that he’s getting some, but please keep it down, the other crewmates are trying to sleep”

Kazuha is understandably mortified and downright embarrassed at her words

He looks in your direction for some help but all you do is just laugh and think to yourself:

How can you make him scream your name next time?

🏷️𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝟎𝟏𝟎𝟑: 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒓

Granted, you were a little tipsy after a night out of drinking with Kaveh but you just had to bring it up to Wanderer as he’s hauling your drunk ass back home

“Hey… how about… hic!... you eat me out next time…? Hmm?”

He’s so thankful that you passed out in his arms before you could see his face explode into a shade of crimson at your words

“Seriously, how are you so shameless?”

When you wake up the next morning and go about your day, you can’t help but notice that your sweetheart has been staring at you nonstop (from across the room, sitting opposite you at the dining table, you name it)

However, whenever you try to ask him about it, he scoffs and hastily brushes you off, tilting his hat to avert your eyes while he rushes off (before inevitably coming back to continue staring at you 🙄)

Sick and tired of his antics, you manage to corner him and interrogate (read: bully) an answer out of the man

After he spills the beans on how he's been fantasising about what you said last night, you turn your gaze downwards and true to his words, he’s already drenched in his shorts

“To think the high and mighty Wanderer would be so affected by a passing comment, how lewd!”

Things progress quickly and the two of you find your way into the bedroom, lips locked in a heated kiss with hands roaming each other’s body

As you break from the kiss, he lays back and prepares for you to ride his face, resolve steeled even if he’s never done this before

You hover over his face since you’re worried about potentially suffocating him but he clicks his tongue and straight up says, “Are you looking down on me? I obviously have no need for air unlike you mortals do. Sit. On. My. Face.”

Hands grabbing your thighs, he plants you down on his face and goes to town

He eats you out with a feverish devotion, spurred on by the moans and praises that slip past your lips as if they’re the most divine hymns he’s ever heard

(If you’re his god, then he’s more than happy to be your throne!)

His eyes roll back when you tug on his hair as you cum, the pain mixed with pleasure muddies his senses but it doesn’t stop him from slurping up your release

Shakily pulling yourself off of his face, you think you hear a whine from him, violet eyes teary and pupils blown wide

You push his legs apart and settle yourself in front of his wet cunt, your hot breath fans across his sensitive folds and he has to stop himself from rolling his hips down to meet your face

“You were so good for me sweetheart, now let me return the favour yeah?”

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howlingday · 1 year ago

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swashbuckler au: weiss and jaune end up having a duel, and while weiss can't say he's the best swordsman she's ever faced she can say that he's the most adaptable fighting she's ever seen tldr: jaune pulls some jackie chan improvisation using the environment in unorthodox ways to win fights. slapstick action comedy ensues

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You know those awkward family dinners? The ones where the room is tense and feels like it's filled with gunpowder, and all it takes is just one word to set it all off? Yeah, those ones.

Well, Jaune usually felt that every dinner since taking up his father's mantle as the Hero of Aquadia. Tonight, however, was especially tense since the four people hired to hunt him down were also here, eating his mother's special occasion chicken and spice. Now there was heat to help the spark.

"Hah... Hah..." The girl in red huffed as she reached for her glass of milk.

"Is it too hot?" Mom asked. "I usually cut back when we entertain guests."

"My sister never really liked spicy food." Joked the older girl. "Dad used to joke they're the reason she drinks so much milk."

"You sure he wasn't just milking you for a laugh?" Jaune's dad pointed at her with his fork, receiving a fork-point back.

"Please, don't give her any material." The girl in white said with a sigh. Jaune couldn't explain what it was, but there was something about her that seemed... familiar. "Anyway, what exactly is our task in Aquafia? Beyond the scope of capturing this "folk hero" running around in the city?"

"He's not a folk hero."

...

The room was quiet at that. Everyone was staring at me. Why was everyone staring at me? Don't tell me I-

"Care to elaborate on that, Mr..?"

"A-Arc." Jaune gulped chicken. "Jaune Arc. Short, sweet, and rolls off the tongue. The ladies love it."

"Do they, though?" Ruby asked.

"Yes, do they, Jaune?" His father sneered with a sinister grin. Sometimes, Jaune hated his father.

"Please excuse my son's outburst." His mom stated, dabbing her lips with her napkin. "He's a fan of La Lama Lunga de la Aquadia."

"The who the what?" Ruby asked.

"The Longblade of Aquadia." Blake answered. "The hero we met in the street earlier."

"And failed to capture." Mother said over folded fingers. She wasn't happy. Trust me, I'm an expert at making Mom not happy.

"He's crafty." Yang replied. "Really gave us the slip in the harbor after that Grimm attack."

"Haha! Oh, I wish I could have seen that!" Jaune's heart swelled at his father's words, even if these girls were giving him too much credit.

"And the city thanks you for protecting her citizens from the Grimm." His mother tried to get the discussion back to the mission. "But in regard to your real task, you can discuss the details in full with my son and my husband. I try not to involve myself in these childish escapades of heroism."

Jaune sank a little at that. "Sit up straight!" Okay, he sank a lot at it, but could you blame him? His mom just called him, as fancy as possible, out as a child playing hero! Still, his dad was stillin his usual high spirits. Kinda made him wonder how she never caught Dad when he was La Lama Lunga.

"It seems weird, though," The young girl said, "that the mayor of Aquadia would want to capture the hero of her city."

"He's a relic of the past, Ms. Rose." Mother dabbed her lips as she stopd up. "And though we are grateful for his protection in ages past, we must look to the future. If we wish to establish good relations beyond Aquadia, we must prove that we do not rely on fairy tales for our protection, and certainly not on vigilantes, either."

"So to make Aquadia a viable trading partner and member of the kingdom, you want us to hunt down the city's only protector?" Blake asked with a raised brow.

"We have guardsmen and a militia of retired soldiers acting as our reserve defense." Circling the table like a shark, the mayor made her case. "If Aquadia can prove we are just as capable as the northern cities in Vale, then we can prove that we are not merely a tourist trap of a bygone age."

"Oof, politics." Dad said. "Think it's time I called it a night. This talk of fairy tales and whatnot is giving me indigestion."

"We should also head back." Ruby said. "Thank you for the meal, but now it's time for Team RWBY to get to work! Starting tonight!"

Jaune swallowed his chicken a little hard, and started coughing up spices. Everyone stared at him again.

"S-Sorry." He said. "Uh, wrong hole."

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You know what the best part about being a hero in your city? The nighttime patrols. Just you, the chirping creatures of the night, and the pale moon shining into the caldera city at midnight. It's almost therapeutic.

Jaune understood what his mom was getting at, bringing the other cities closer to them by getting rid of the one aspect that separates Aquadia from everywhere else on Remnant. Kinda like how Mistral has that famous sport lady. Pyra, or something.

Still, he doubted she would be getting hunted down just so her city can build economic ties to the rest of the kingdom.

Coming from the docks where an old woman was saying her prayers in a window beneath him, Jaune kept being reminded of why he loves this city. The teenage kids sneaking around after curfew, the young lovers holding hands in gondola rides, the white glyph shining right in front of hi-

Wait a minute.

"Hold it right there, llama loonga!" The girl in white from before swiped her blade at him. Jaune barely had time to catch it as he brought his own blade to his defense.

"It's actually La Lama Lunga, princess." Jaune shoved her away.

"It's heiress, actually." The girl held a fencing position, and judging by her stance, she meant it.

This was bad for so many reasons.

First, this would be completely different from Grimm or rowdy thieving hooligans. He was fighting a genuine huntress, an actual fighter. What little he learned about them ws in one ear and out the other. What? Huntsmen just aren't as fascinating as La Lama Lunga.

Second, his opponent was not only a trained warrior, but she was actually trained in the same weapon as he was! And making this particular dilemma even worse was Jaune didn't know how to actually fence. Sure, he's got the basics from what his dad taught him, but this was a huntress with a semblance.

And that semblance was-

"Are you going to just stand there and stare at me while I arrest you?" She asked, getting closer. "If so, then by all means, continue."

Taking his own stance, he gulped. Come on... Remember what Dad taught you. 'If you ever find yourself outmatched, there's no shame in running.' Jaune took a step back. 'Unless your opponent is smaller than you, then you definitely should feel ashamed.' Jaune kept his feet planted.

She got closer. Oh crap, this really happening to him, isn't it? Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap-

"CRAP!" Jaune leapt out of the way of her thrust. He stepped on his back feet over and over until he caught himself on the edge of the rooftop.

Suddenly, nothing came to his mind. All of his father's lessons fell away as he realized this would be how he died. How the legend ended. He wanted to cry. He wanted to curl into a ball. But neither option was available. So instead...

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" La Lama Lunga ran forward, swinging his blade wildly at the foreign girl. Fear filled her eyes as she backed away, unsure of how to respond! His movements were too sporadic, too unorthodox! She'd never seen a fighting style like this before!

Suddenly, he tripped and fell over, dropping his weapon. He rolled forward, almost falling over the edge. Reaching down, he grabbed a potted flower and tossed it at her. She ducked, narrowly missing a bruise, only to be forced on the backfoot by the vigilante once more when he grabbed his blade again. Then...

"AGH!" She fell off! Jaune ran over to the side and looked down, finding the girl landed safe and sound... into a compost heap.

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"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Yang couldn't stop laughing at breakfast, smashing her fist on the table.

"IT'S NOT FUNNY!" Weiss screeched from inside the shower, on her third attempt to clean herself of the stench. "WHY WOULD THIS CITY EVEN NEED COMPOST?!"

"Apparently, the compost helps improve the soil development for the farms outside the caldera." Blake answered, reading the info pamphlet on compost provided. "The humid air compounded by the naturally occurring chemicals produced in the water make for an improved-"

"IT WAS RHETORICAL, BLAKE!"

"Jeez, this guy really is no joke." Ruby sighed. "Not only to escape all of us, but he managed to beat Weiss, too!"

"N... Not really that hard, Rubes." Yang breathed.

"SHUT UP, XIAO LONG!"

"But don't you worry." Yang pumped a thumb to herself. "With me and Blakey on the case, ain't no way sword boy is gonna last another night."

#rwby #la lama lunga au #rwby au #jaune arc #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #papa arc #mama arc

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one-idea · 10 months ago

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HIII, how are u doing?? hope everything's fine! I've just read the reverse strawhats au and I LOVE IT SO MUCH OMG YOUR BRAAAAAIIIN

if you'd like to share it, do you have plans about sabo and deuce's role in the au? I'm. totally normal and not insane at all about sabo haha (lies) so I'm very curious about what would have changed about his backstory (if anything) and how he would react to luffy's death and seeing ace again (which is gonna leave me an emocional wreck because omg their little brother DIED- that was their baby brother that they swore they'd protect and now he's dead and won't be able to realize his dream and sabo wasn't even there and ace had to see his baby brother die in his arms and was all alone and the GUILT that'd be eating sabo up would be just... GOD... and ace wondering why sabo left and didn't contact him at all during all these years... if that's even his brother at all or someone pretending to be him and ace would be livid!!)

as you can see I'm perfectly sane about the asl brothers. anyways! I'm also curious about what would have become of deuce if he didn't meet ace, would he even be a pirate at all? do they have any conection?

I loooveee your ideas for this au, thank you so much for sharing it with the world, we all appreciate it !!

🐝

Hello my friend, I’m doing well.

Ohhhh thank you so much!!!!

Oh Sabo and deuce my beloveds.

I have to be honest with you. I haven’t got to Sabo yet. I know his story beats but I’m just not there yet. So everything I say is still very fluid as it might change once I met him and get a firmer grasp on his character.

That being said I love everything you have here!!!

Right now I have Sabo mostly the same. He still grows up with Ace and Luffy. Still gets blown up by the celestial dragons. And still ends up with the revolutionary army.

Things will change a little. Luffy is executed for being Dragon’s son (and for a familiar straw hat on his head) I need to get through Marineford before I can speak on this to much. I don’t know if I want the revolutionary army showing up to Marineford.

Because it plays out two ways right now.

One Shanks comes to save Luffy, with support from Whitebeard

Shanks still has his connection to Luffy. He loves this kid. And the Marines are trying to kill Luffy before he even gets started. Not happening.

Whitebeard joins in because Ace is his boy. Ace might bot be part of the crew but for two-three years Ace’s crew has been hanging around the Whitebeards. They have an alliance. Whitebeard knows of Luffy. Knows that’s Ace’s baby brother. And he was captured by Blackbeard. Blackbeard is a Whitebeard problem. He wants to handle it ‘in house’

So those two show up. Shanks to save Luffy and Whitebeard to protect Ace’s baby brother while also ‘fixing’ what Blackbeard did. (Luffy shouldn’t die because Whitebeard trusted the wrong people)

Obviously Ace shows but the rest of the crew is separated.

What else happens is up in the air at this moment.

The second option is that the revolutionary army shows ups as well

Shanks and Whitebeard still roll in for the reasons stated above

But Dragon doesn’t want his son to die. (He loves his son. He just can’t be with him) so he sends some of his men.

Originally they were going to break Luffy out of Impel Down but Ace messed up their plans.

A small branch of the Revolutionary army fights at Marineford. They can’t come at full force. Dragon can’t sacrifice that much for ‘selfish’ reason. But he would put someone he trust in charge of it. Sabo

I can see him going with a mask on so no one knows his face. After all he still wants to keep his identity a secret for now.

Maybe he runs into Ace in Impel Down. And it’s horrible déjà vu. He’s been having an awful headache since he first saw Luffy’s picture and being around Ace makes it so much worse.

He doesn’t get his memory back until he’s at Marineford and hears Luffy and Ace calling for each other. Sees them fighting Side by side. And his brain kicks back in. And it’s to much. His visions going out but he can’t stop. These people are important to him. He doesn’t fully grasp why but he has to save them.

Just in time for 🍩 to happen.

He passes out and has to be saved by Koala (probably still making decisions)

When he comes to he finally has all of his memories. And Ace and Luffy were right there when he passed out. He needs to find them!

Only for him to be handed a news paper with THAT picture in it.

And he knows he’s failed. And he thinks both of his brothers are dead.

How could he fail? He had been with Ace. They were going to save Luffy. How could he fail? How could he not remember them earlier? If he had would he have succeeded? Taken risks where he didn’t? Fought harder? He and Ace would have coordinated better that’s for sure.

But none of that matters because his brothers are dead.

Or so he thinks until he a few days later when the news shows Ace’s return to Marineford.

Ace is alive! But where is he? And how can Sabo ever face him again? He can’t even say he wasn’t there, he was and he failed both of them.

Again this is a loose idea. I still need to get through this part of the show. Ace and Sabo won’t officially meet till dressarosa where they have a LOT to work through either way.

(As you can tell I’m very normal about the ASL brothers as well)

As for Masked Deuce!!!!

I have a few ideas I’m chewing on for him. But my current favorite is to Kobyfy him.

Ace still meets Deuce on Sixis and they get off the island together. And make their way to Shell town. On the way there they have a bunch of conversations about their family’s and their dreams. Deuce wants to be a writer.

When they get to Shell town and meet Kuina, Deuce knows that Kuina is Ace’s first mate. An emperor of the sea should have the world’s greatest swordswoman at his side.

Deuce decides to go his own way. But he keeps up with the story of the reverse Strawhats (who I really need to give a name to) writing their adventures. He pops up in different places interviewing the people who witnessed Ace and the crews escapades and writes them down and publishes them. It’s running like an anti newspaper. Something the marines can’t control or twist.

He bumps into the crew every now and then (he and Ace have the biggest crushes on each other, Ace’s crew teases him relentlessly over it)

I think he’d get so good at gathering information, or so popular that the revolutionary army picks him up at some point. Using his paper as an information gathering tool and a way to spread revolution.

But this is just an idea. I think it’s really fun with him ending up with Sabo at some point. He talks about Ace and the crew constantly (way to instagram stalk your crush Deuce) and Sabo hears about Ace for years before he sees his picture/face and realizes that his friend/co-worker has been openly pinning to him about his big brother.

It’s embarsing for both of them when Sabo reveals that Ace is his brother. Deuce wants to die. Has openly waxed poetics about Ace to Sabo for at least two years. Sabo and Koala already teased Deuce before. Now he’s stuck with

Sabo who as his friend finds it hilarious but as a little brother doesn’t know how to feel.

Koala who is bringing up his crush as often as possible because it makes Deuce blush and now has the added benefit of making Sabo SWIRM

And worst of all Nico Olivia who is basically Ace’s new mom and is talking about wedding details and her FUTURE son-in-law. Deuce craves death.

This is one idea but again it’s all fluid right now.

Koby’s roll will be played by both Deuce (was saved by Ace and is now a fan/admire) and Isuka (the marine who chases after Ace, I’m going to put her on Garp’s crew of the fun of it.)

It can’t be Koby in the beginning because he would be a literal baby going into the marines and no one deserves that.

But this is where we stand so far. Like I said all ideas here are fluid.

I’m so glad you like my AU I’m hoping to start officially writing it this spring. But feel free to keep asking questions!!!

#one piece #straw hat pirates #monkey d. luffy #fire fist ace #portagas d. ace #reverse strawhat pirate au #one piece ace #one piece isuka #masked deuce #acedeuce #ace x deuce #gol d. ace #revolutionary sabo #one piece sabo #sabo #asl brothers #shanks #red hair shanks #whitebeard one piece

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cherrygorilla · 7 months ago

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Ice Pop 🍃

Aaaah, Happy Birthday, Danelle! I hope you're having a wonderful day! I honestly didn't think I'd be able to get anything done to celebrate this year with how busy I've been, and I felt terrible, but luckily being at home for the last week has given me some time on a night to whip a little something up. It's not the best, or the most exciting, but hopefully it can somewhat make up for my months of radiosilence, and bring you a little joy today. 🥰

Now, this can pretty much be considered a standalone AU one-shot, but it was supposed to be a section in the third part of ASDO - yes, I know I haven't even finished the second part yet, I'm working on it lol - however, due to changes in timelines and things, it's not going to be able to work like this anymore. Still, I wanted my idea for two certain characters meeting for the first time to have some sort of a home, even if it is no longer canon. And who knows? Maybe it'll help for their appearances in other stories haha. But yeah, if you're wondering about the context of the rehearsal it's centred around - that's what it's for 😂

Anyway, enough of my rambling! I hope you enjoy it, and I hope you have a great day however you end up celebrating! You're the best internet friend a girl could ask for, so you deserve it! Happy birthday, Danelle!! 🥳

"Ugh, she just gets prettier every time I see her."

As rubber sneaker soles met blistering asphalt, Vivien couldn't help but giggle. Swinging the door of the sky blue convertible shut, she turned to face Carrie, affectionately rolling her eyes as she saw where her gaze, and flattery was aimed. Proudly plastered across the side of Sound Stage 4 was a colossal banner advertising the newest season of Find Your Voice, decorated with the gigantic heads of eight of its core cast members. And off to the left hand side, beaming down the camera lens over the top of an advanced geometry textbook, was the very same blonde as the one standing there admiring it.

"And Miles wonders why he can't get Royce to stop calling you vain," Vivien sarcastically teased.

Reluctantly tearing her gaze from the studio's prime position billboard, Carrie settled the younger brunette with a contented smirk. "I don't care; it's true," she said, holding back a giggle of her own as she swung her car door shut. "And besides, a little self-love's healthy."

"A little?" Vivien snorted with a raised eyebrow.

Carrie didn't have a comeback for that one, instead just laughing along with the teenager as she locked up her Mustang and rounded the car to join her. Bidding the oversized version of herself a final goodbye with a proud grin and a mock salute, as a way of thanking her for her contributions to their show's ever-growing ratings, Carrie began leading Vivien out of the studio parking lot.

Jogging a few paces to match the blonde's brisk walking pace, Vivien soon returned to scanning her surroundings like she'd just set foot in Munchkinland after a tornado. By now she had thought she was somewhat familiar with the movie world her extended family lived in, or at least the portion by the beach where they all resided. But exploring the downtown area brought that same giddy novelty of her first visit flooding back to her. It was like the whole city had a filter over it, turning up the saturation of the colours in the brickwork or shop signs, and bringing out their warmth to match the sunrays kissing the freckles up and down her arms.

Once she'd finally regained control of her childlike wonder, and had stopped gawping at the buildings lining the street they were strolling down as though they were exhibits at a science museum, her attention returned to the same question that had been plaguing her since Carrie had ushered her into the passenger seat of her car. "You know, you still haven't actually told me where we're going."

"I'm taking you to the venue."

Despite her nonchalant tone, Carrie's revelation made Vivien's breath catch in her throat. "Already?"

"Well yeah," Carrie replied, seemingly confused by the panicked squeak in the girl's voice. "I thought you'd want to get some practice in first."

Melting into a smile with a relieved sigh, Vivien let her shoulders relax and her feet be guided by the clunky, patterned platform boots parading her down Sycamore Close. Acting as a rather effective tour guide, Carrie gave her a walking tour of her and Miles' weekday stomping ground - she pointed out the mechanic shop where he worked, where their favourite sandwich shop was, which place did the best coffee, which place did the worst coffee - she even pointed out the laundrette Miles almost flooded after an unfortunate lunch-break run-in with a meatball sub, and threw in the anecdote that went along with it for good measure. There was the florist shop, the record store, the pharmacy - the whole street looked like it could have been plucked straight out of a movie set. And, in a way, Vivien supposed it had been. But as they rounded another corner, the pastel awnings and inviting smells disappeared.

It was far from a dump; palm trees still sporadically lined the road, and storefronts held haphazard displays of their products to entice the sparse crowds of customers. But the trashbags sitting at the curbside, and the uneven sidewalk slabs, made this part of town feel a little less polished than the rest. Just as Vivien finished reading the intricate chalkboard sign hanging outside a local bookstore though, and she turned back to follow Carrie's lead, a cloud of smoke obscured her view of the path ahead.

Thankfully, the haze had dispersed by the time the girls approached, but the stench of weed that replaced it made Vivien's nostrils itch. Scrunching up her nose, she slightly quickened her pace, hoping to get to a bakery down the street that could drown out the smell before her eyes started watering. But in the seconds that followed, she didn't know what surprised her more: the fact that Carrie was acknowledged by the stoner responsible for the smoke show, or the fact that she actually stopped to talk to him.

"Heyyyy, Carrie-oke! What the hell are you doing here so early?"

"We're down a drummer, so we need an emergency rehearsal with our stand-in," Carrie replied, a hint of amusement colouring her tone - whether that was due to the circumstances, or the fact that she sensed Vivien's utter confusion was a mystery to the brunette though.

"You lost another one? What happened? She didn't-"

"Yeah, Amber dumped him… Again."

"Fucking hell," the guy snorted, taking a quick drag on his joint and blowing the smoke out of the corner of his mouth, away from the girls, which Vivien appreciated. There was something about his entertained grin that drew her interest - or maybe it was that mischievous twinkle she spotted in his dark, albeit bleary chocolate brown eyes as he lifted his round sunglasses onto the top of his head. Either way, her intrigue towards the young man was making the weed smell more and more tolerable with each passing second. "Two drummers in four months? Is she trying to set a record or something?" he cheekily continued.

"I don't know," Carrie sighed with an eyeroll at her friend's expense. "But she definitely made the right call with that last guy; he was a total deadweight."

"Was that the coupon guy?" he checked. And once Carrie nodded her confirmation: "Oh yeah, he was a fucking moron. She can do so much better."

"Exactly," Carrie replied, throwing her head back with a hearty laugh at the brunet's earnest response. "But, yet again, her commendable level of self-respect has left us without a drummer less than eight hours before doors open. Hence the emergency rehearsal."

The deeply pensive expression, pulling the guy's eyebrows together, had Vivien biting the inside of her cheek to stop herself from giggling, especially when he revealed what he'd been thinking so hard about.

"Hence…" he mumbled, through a mouthful of the BLT sandwich he'd picked up from the plate balancing precariously on the windowsill beside him. "Gnarly adverb... Respect."

Carrie just shook her head with another amused grin. "That stuff's hittin' good this morning, huh?"

"Oh yeah," he chuckled with a contented nod of approval. "You want a hit?"

Whilst the offer itself wasn't too much of a surprise to Vivien, the length of time Carrie appeared to consider it for certainly was. For a moment, she even thought she saw the blonde's arm twitch, as though instinctively moving to accept, before she caught herself and shook her head. "No, I can't-"

"Oh come on, just a little one."

Again, Carrie almost appeared convinced, before her better judgement won out. "No, I- Look, maybe later," she eventually compromised, taking a step towards the propped open, painted brown door beside them to prevent any attempts at further complaints from the stoner. "I already told you, I'm not here to just hang out. We've got to rehearse."

"We? What are you talking about? Who's-?" But as Vivien followed Carrie's lead, inching towards the doorway, she looked up to find that set of bleary brown eyes fixed on her for the first time that conversation - any traces of an end to his question completely falling out of his head the second he spotted her.

Now that she'd actually been acknowledged by the guy, Vivien took the opportunity to fully take in his appearance: fascinated by the fact that such a creature even knew Carrie, let alone spoke to her like a friend. His dark, taupe hair fell in half-hearted curls by his shoulders - more in limp waves than anything, which were pushed away from his face by the arms of the scratched, round sunglasses balanced atop his head. His scrawny frame was hidden by a baggy denim jacket that looked as though it was about four sizes too big for him, with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, and a shirt beneath patterned so intensely she couldn't look at it for long without seeing spots in her vision. Old, flared, brown trousers; scuffed, but clearly well-loved, maroon boots; and a jumbled collection of leather bracelets, fabric wristbands, and peace sign pendants completed the look - a look she could only think to dub: dishevelled bohemian. If he'd have been on the cover of a history book about the hippie movement she wouldn't have batted an eyelid. And yet here he was, standing right in front of her, looking at her as though she'd just been beamed down from a spaceship.

Apparently her very existence was all it took to stun him into silence; his brain clearly needed all the energy it could get to process what he was seeing. She could practically hear its cogs spinning on overdrive as he searched her face for some recognisable quality. And just when they were starting to sound like her old laptop loading up The Sims, he tore his gaze from her and fixed it back on Carrie.

"…Who the fuck is that?"

The genuine confusion riddling his expression amused Vivien to no end, having to catch herself before a giggle escaped her lips as Carrie, evidently more familiar with his antics, simply replied: "It's Viv."

But the explanation made absolutely no difference in that empty, freckled head. The guy still looked as lost as ever.

"It's Vivien," Carrie tried again. But when she was met with a further, if not slightly more irritated, blank stare, she let out a frustrated scoff and turned so that she was fully facing the airheaded brunet again. "Vivien O'Brian-"

"You say that like you expect me to know who she is," he cut in with an incredulous scoff of his own.

"You do know."

"Then who the fuck is it?"

"Vivien," Carrie fired back with great exasperation - the kind that could only come from years of friendly, pent-up frustration. "She ice skates. She reads books. Miles talks about her like once a fucking week!"

Ethan's eyes lit up like a Roman candle. "Yoooo, where is Miles?" he asked, all inquiries about the brunette forgotten in an instant at the very mention of that all-important name.

But his eager grin was met with a look of disapproving disbelief. "I don't know," Carrie snapped, left floundering for an answer thanks to the stoner's inability to hold a properly structured conversation. "At work, I assume."

He looked about as satisfied with Carrie's answer as she had with his question though, tipping his head up to the sky and letting out a frustrated groan that would have given a sulking six-year-old a run for his money. "You seriously didn't bring him with you?" he checked, quirking an eyebrow at her out of the corner of his vision - clearly hoping this was just some dorky prank set-up.

"No, I don't think he gets off 'til 5," Carrie flatly fired back.

"Ughhhhh." There went that stroppy groan of frustration again. "That's fucking forever away. What am I supposed to do 'til then?"

"You could help us set up for our rehearsal," Carrie suggested with a smirk. "You know, like any respectable entertainment coordinator would."

He just rolled his eyes. "It's gonna be so boring without him though," he whined, scuffing his boot along the sidewalk as he dejectedly kicked a pebble against the side of the building.

Now it was Carrie's turn to roll her eyes as she let out an incredulous scoff. "Need I remind you, we were friends way before Miles came into the picture?"

The stoner levelled her gaze for a beat before a knowing smile tugged his lips into that same mischievous grin from before. "Yeah, but from that point on, nothing else really mattered, did it? Let's be real," he chuckled. Despite the ribbing, and obvious penchant for a certain mechanic, there was a glint in his blood-shot eyes that revealed his fondness for the blonde after all though.

And the feeling was clearly mutual since she was still willing to continue the conversation - she couldn't even successfully stifle her smile back as she shook her head and muttered a quick: "You're such an idiot."

The brunet made no attempt to argue - in fact he let out an amused snort of agreement as he reached for the rest of his half-eaten BLT.

Seizing the opportunity to take control of the conversation again, Carrie attempted to steer it back on track with an exaggerated, "Anyway." Tugging her guest closer, and dramatically gesturing to her, she continued, "That Vivien we talk about all the time: this is her."

The guy nodded thoughtfully. "Vivien…" he mumbled through a mouthful of bread - still playing that oh-so challenging game of connect-the-dots.

"Yes, Vivien," Carrie confirmed, as though encouraging a kindergartener. "She stayed with Miles and his brothers last April."

"Mmm," he nodded, finally showing some evidence of understanding. "She's dating that other mechanic guy - the one Miles lived with for-"

"No," Carrie cut in sharply over Vivien's incredulous laughter. "That's Mick and Butchy."

"Well how the fuck am I supposed to-?"

"Viv's dating Royce," Carrie explained, cutting off his complaint before he could derail the conversation any further.

"She's dating Royce?" he questioned, half-mumbling to himself as he fought through the disbelief the new information carried. His eyebrows scrunched in incredulity, his lips curled into a sort of confused grimace-

But then it finally clicked - the force almost popping his eyes out of his head in the process.

If the sudden change in the stoner's expression hadn't already set Vivien off to laugh harder, the sharp gasp that followed, and sent what remained of his mouthful of sandwich flying into the back of his throat, certainly did.

"Holy shit!" he eventually managed to choke out between the hacking coughs to help dislodge the piece of bread. "That was actually real?" he went on to ask once he'd caught his breath again, staring at Carrie with tear-stained eyes and a look of utter stupefaction. But she just nodded and chuckled as she handed him a bottle of water from her purse. "I thought Miles just made that up so I'd stop thinking his brother was a lame-ass," he continued, pausing to gulp down the offered water and rid himself of any remaining evidence of his mini choking fit. Holding the water bottle out to its original owner with a heavy, contemplative sigh, he levelled her gaze and lowered his voice to ask a dubious: "You're definitely sure it's real then?"

"You do know you can talk to her yourself, right?" Carrie checked, raising her eyebrow as she took back the bottle and gestured to Vivien yet again.

The guy paused, mouth slightly agape, as the realisation steadily dawned on him. Shifting his gaze to the brunette, he instead posed the question to her. "...You're actually dating Miles' brother?"

"I am indeed," she replied, smirking through poorly stifled giggles at the caricature of a guy's reactions.

"And they're definitely not paying you to say this?"

"I wish I was getting paid," Vivien snorted. "Easiest buck I'd ever make."

A thoughtful nod followed, as though impressed by the girl's honesty. And then came another bite of that BLT as he mulled over the revelation a little more. "Well, shit," he eventually settled on, with an amused smirk of his own. "Good for him… And you, I guess," he added, with a vague nod in Vivien's direction.

And then there was silence. It seemed as though he felt his role in the conversation was over now if the way he engrossed himself in inspecting the limp piece of lettuce sticking out the side of his sandwich was anything to go by. But Carrie had other ideas.

"Is that it?"

"Is what it?"

"That's all you have to say?" she raised an eyebrow and pressed.

"Well what else do you want me to do?"

But Carrie's disgruntled eye roll told Vivien she wasn't about to spell it out for him. "You have the social skills of a fucking garden snail," she muttered, before turning to the younger brunette with an almost apologetic shake of her head. "Well, since he's not gonna introduce himself - Viv, this Ethan. I had other, cooler friends I wanted you to meet first but, unfortunately fate had other plans."

Ethan still frowned despite her teasing tone. "I know you don't mean that, Cole," he protested, to which Carrie just smirked and rolled her eyes again.

Vivien felt like she was constantly on the brink of laughter watching the pair interact, caught between genuine amusement and utter disbelief. "So you two are like legitimately friends then?" she asked, feeling the need to check since her brain still didn't feel ready to process what her eyes were telling her.

Matching mischievous grins graced their faces as Ethan nodded and Carrie stifled another chuckle. "Don't look so surprised," she added after clocking the girl's reaction.

"No, I just-" Vivien floundered, struggling to articulate everything her brain was trying to process into a proper sentence. But after several failed attempts, she let her straight-to-the-point inner voice take over talking duties, with a spluttered laugh to join it. "How the hell did it happen?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well I just- I thought I had an idea of what your friends would be like…" Vivien trailed off, again at a loss for words.

"And this isn't it?" Carrie asked with mock-surprise as she jerked her thumb in Ethan's direction, just as he took another hit of his joint.

"...Well, we call you Barbie for a reason," Vivien teased. "I just didn't expect Little Miss Perfect to hang out with…"

"Someone who looks like they crawled out of Fraggle Rock?" Carrie offered with a smirk that quickly set the girl off to laugh.

Luckily, Ethan started laughing along with them - but not for the same reasons. "Yooo, they call you Barbie?"

"That's what you took from that?" Carrie checked in disgruntled disbelief.

"That's so fucking good," he mumbled as another amused grin settled on his lips.

But Carrie just rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to Vivien. "I swear you kids think I'm some sort of saint," she chuckled before teasingly adding, "You're not the only one who can have cool, weird friends, you know?"

"I never said I was," Vivien argued through a laugh. "I just don't know where you two could have ever crossed paths. Where did you guys meet?"

"He works on the sound for Find Your Voice and a couple of other shows on the lot. So I've known him ever since I booked the part," Carrie explained whilst Ethan worked on finishing what was left of his BLT. "He was just another part of the crew at first, but, because I talk to anyone and everyone all the time-"

"'Cause she loves the sound of her own voice," Ethan cut in through a mouthful of bacon, cheekily licking mayo off his thumb.

Carrie silenced him with a withering stare - but his lingering smirk told Vivien that he wasn't phased in the slightest. Still, Carrie was able to finish the rest of her explanation uninterrupted. "-I started to talk to him between takes, you know, since he was always there with the boom mic. And then one thing led to another, and before I knew it, he was sacking off lunch with the other tech guys to come and raid my dressing room for cookies."

"Oh come on," Ethan frowned at the light ribbing. "Don't pretend you wouldn't do the same for your mom's snickerdoodles."

"You ate crumbs out of a trash can."

"And I'd do it again," Ethan shot back with an earnestness that just made his and Carrie's sibling-like bickering even more entertaining. "You can't talk anyway; you ate that piece of pizza Miles spat out into a napkin the other week."

Ethan's accusatory frown, paired with Vivien's grimace just made Carrie's attempts at a justification even harder to come by. "Listen, I was not…" she began, eyes darting to the brunette on her left as she tried to phrase this in a way that wouldn't tarnish her reputation any further. "...of sound mind that evening. Plus, he's my boyfriend - I've tasted worse than saliva."

As if the first part of the confession hadn't shocked her enough, Vivien jerked her head back in reaction to that last line. "Eww, Carrie!"

Ethan's loud bark of laughter was a completely different response though. "Hey, I never said there was anything wrong with it," he eventually chuckled. "I'd have probably eaten it if you didn't."

"And I bet you'd have loved it too, you freak," Carrie fired back with a smirk despite her nose wrinkling in disgust.

Ethan's proud grin was all the evidence she needed to know she was right.

Once Vivien had recovered from her future sister-in-law's nausea-inducing revelation, she was able to continue with her inquiries about the scruffy stoner she'd become so fascinated with. "Wait so you know Miles too?"

"Know him?!" Ethan squawked.

His reaction sent Carrie's eyes to the heavens as she tipped her head back in despair. "Don't get him started, Viv," she wearily warned.

But Ethan didn't even give the brunette the chance to question any further, seizing the opportunity to talk about the mechanic with both hands, and a lovestruck smile. "Miles is my soulmate; my cosmic chaperone - we're spiritually bound by the very threads of our existence."

The edges of Vivien's smirk twitched, dying to let the guffaws it was holding back free as she raised an eyebrow. "That close, huh?"

Ethan gave the girl a solemn nod. "He's the ketchup to my mustard."

"Well shit," Vivien deadpanned, matching the guy's energy perfectly. "You can't get closer than that."

Shaking her head at the pair, and the situation in general, Carrie went on to explain: "The second I brought Miles on set it was game over. He asked Ethan some dumb question about a song on the radio and he's been following him around like a bad smell ever since."

Both physically and metaphorically.

"It was Money by the Rolling Stones, and we still say it's our song to this day, thank you very much," Ethan cagily retorted, as protective as ever over his friendship with Miles, before adding a slightly more in character: "That guitar line is gnarly."

"'Our song'?" Vivien questioned with a snort. "Are you guys gonna use it for your wedding or something?"

But the teasing remark bounced off Ethan like a rubber bullet as he mulled over the proposal with a mellow grin. "I could dig it."

Again Carrie just fondly shook her head, at both Ethan's response and Vivien's reaction. "Believe me, Viv," she went on to say. "They'd need no encouragement. I mean, you'll see it for yourself later, but they're inseparable when you get them together. Like, think of the biggest bromance you know, then times it by four…and you might be getting close."

"They're really that close?" Vivien chuckled in disbelief.

Carrie nodded intently. "They're like fucking limpets."

"I can't believe Miles has been hiding the fact he's got a best friend from me for all these years," Vivien said with cheeky incredulity. "I'm never letting him live this down. I didn't think losers like him were capable of having best friends."

"Well believe it, because he's not going anywhere," Carrie snorted. "Believe me; I've tried."

"Protest all you want, 'oke. You and I both know you'd be lost without me," Ethan said, slinging his now free arm around Carrie's shoulder and pulling her towards him, before affectionately squidging her cheeks together in a way that immediately had her trying to squirm out of his grip.

"I'd have one hell of a mopey boyfriend, that's for sure," Carrie compromised with an affectionate roll of her eyes as she finally somewhat relaxed into the awkward embrace. "And a pretty boring social life."

"Exactly!" Ethan said, that same mischievous grin from earlier making its fateful return. "Who else would you have to go and play midnight mini golf with? And who'd you get to play ice tag with you on set?"

"Isn't it called 'freeze' tag?" Vivien teasingly questioned. "And why are you adults playing freeze tag at work?"

"Uh, we're 22, we're not dinosaurs," Carrie retorted. "And it's not 'freeze tag', it's 'ice tag': a Carrie and Ethan original."

"Well if it's not freeze tag then what is it?" Vivien laughed.

"Duuude, it's so fun!" Ethan enthused. "You've gotta sneak to one of the craft services ice buckets, grab a couple cubes, then pick your victims. If you get one down the back of their shirt - or pants - without them noticing 'til it's already down there, and without it melting, you get a point - and they then have to be the next one to go get the ice."

"The camera guys hate it," Carrie laughed. "But it makes long filming days so much more fun. We've got like half the cast and crew playing now."

"Yeah, the scoreboard in her dressing room's insane," Ethan added.

"So you've built an entire friendship around a game about ice cubes?" Vivien questioned with an amused quirk of her eyebrow.

"Pfft, no, we hang out all the time!" Ethan said.

"Yeah, believe it or not, Miles and I do voluntarily hang out with him when we're not running around after you guys," Carrie chuckled.

"To do what?" Vivien snorted.

"All sorts. We've had a few good movie nights lately 'cause we found out Ethan's got like the weirdest taste in movies ever; he's seen shit like 'Attack of the Crab Monsters', but not The Wizard of Oz."

"Well I have now, but it was fucking weird, man," came Ethan's review. "The scarecrow guy's face looked like it was melting off." Directing his next point at Vivien in particular, he departed his first bout of wisdom on her. "Not one to watch high, dudette, trust me."

"Noted," Vivien acknowledged.

"So yeah, we've had a couple of rogue movie nights if Ethan's been in charge of securing the projector reels," Carrie continued. "But other than that it's just like general, everyday stuff. At least for us, anyway. We don't really get much chance to properly plan stuff out - it kind of just happens. Like the other day, after work, Amber started trying to teach us all how to do one of her crazy yoga routines - we'd never have suggested that until we did it, but it was some of the most fun I've had in weeks."

"Yooo, I was so fucking good at it. I might get her to show me some more stuff next week; I really felt like I was tapping into something powerful with it."

"Oh it was powerful alright," Carrie acknowledged with a giggle. "Miles couldn't believe it - I haven't seen him laugh that hard since he watched you take 20 minutes to make that packet ramen."

"Look, I just have other skill sets to most people," Ethan retorted with a resigned sigh. But a fleeting memory soon had his confidence racing back. "You've gotta admit I was a key player in helping you wreck Eric's car though."

Vivien's jaw dropped to her purple sneakers. "I'm sorry, you did what now?"

The guilt was written all over Carrie's pretty little face. Knowing she had no leg to stand on if she attempted to deny it, thanks to Ethan's unending honesty, she caved with a sigh. "Ok, yeah, so we may have totaled Eric's sports car-"

"Fuck, it was so fun!" Ethan exclaimed. "Me, Amber, and Carrie went to town on that thing. And Julie-"

"Anyway," Carried quickly cut in, trying to change the topic of conversation.

But the disbelief glittering in Vivien's emerald eyes wasn't about to let her get off the hook so easily. "Oh no, I'm not going anywhere until I hear this story," she grinned eagerly.

Letting out a defeated huff, Carrie compromised. "Alright, fine, I'll tell you later. But not a word of it gets back to Miles, ok? Because he has no idea we were the ones responsible for that - and we need to keep it that way."

"Oh come on, why can't I hear it now?" Vivien asked, sticking Carrie with her classic puppy dog eyes for extra, black-mail-y effect.

But unlike her other half, Carrie wasn't so easily won over by the pleading. "Because we need to go practice," she fired back. "We've wasted enough time talking to this bozo already."

"It's not been a waste," Ethan indignantly replied. "I've had a great time."

"So have I," Vivien agreed with a chuckle.

"And I'm very pleased for you both, but that doesn't change the fact that we need to rehearse. So hurry up and unlock the function room for us, tech boy," Carrie bossily snapped back despite her affectionate eye roll.

"You see how she speaks to me?" Ethan snarkily muttered to Vivien as though behind the blonde's back.

"I thought he was the sound guy for your TV show, what does that have to do with us rehearsing here?" Vivien asked, scanning the outside of the building for some sort of clue as to what the place even was.

"He is, but he's also the entertainment co-ordinator here, which means he's in charge of all the live music equipment, and the emcee for the night," Carrie explained as he stamped out the end of his joint with the toe of his boot. "So we're stuck with him all day, I'm afraid."

"I'm also your number one competition, so you'd better be fucking good," he retorted with another mischievous grin. "'Cause you've yet to beat us once."

"You've got a band too?" Vivien asked.

"Yeah - me, Miles, Donny, Rizzo and Desky. Don't let Carrie brainwash you about her bogus trio though, 'cause she can talk all she wants, but she knows she only put it together 'cause she was jealous of ours."

"You're so full of shit," Carrie retorted.

"Oh yeah? Then how come you've lost the crowd favourite vote to us every single time?" he cockily shot back. And when, for once, she didn't have a snapback at the ready: "That's what I thought. Fucking. Poser."

"Brag all you want, but we're gonna make you eat those words tonight now that we've got Viv on our side," Carrie coolly replied, sparing the brunette a smug smile.

"Oh shit, yeah," Ethan said, his competitiveness vanishing once he remembered the reason for his new friend's visit. "You're filling in as their drummer, right?"

"Yeah," Vivien confirmed, trying to hide the fact that her stomach did a backflip at the very thought. "At least that's the plan."

"Gnarly," he acknowledged with an impressed nod. "Where'd you learn to play?"

"My brother Riven taught me back when we were kids."

"Nice, you ever done any shows before or-?"

"Hello? What part of, 'we need to go practice', do you not understand?" Carrie cut in with a pointed glare in the stoner's direction.

"Uh, we're having a conversation here," Ethan countered, totally oblivious to her frustration.

"We actually have a band of our own with two of our friends that we've played a couple of shows for, yeah," Vivien carried on with a giggle at Carrie's expense.

"Oh really? No way!" Ethan exclaimed, seeming genuinely excited by the prospect.

"Yeah, and we write all our own songs."

"Seriously? That's so-"

"Guys!" Carrie tried again - one more stall away from stamping her platform go-go boot on the ground and throwing a toddler-style fit. "Come onnnn."

But yet again, Ethan wasn't bothered in the slightest by her rising irritation. In fact, he was rather irritated himself by her impatience. "Carrie - can't you see I'm talking to my new friend here? She has great knowledge to bestow, and I have much to learn - so quit interrupting; we're having bonding time. You're being rude."

"You can't pull the 'friend' card on me with Viv; she's like my little sister-" Carrie tried, but her indignant protests were drowned out by more of Ethan's senseless rambles.

"So, we'll circle back to the band thing later; I need to do some mental collage-work first, 'cause your canvas is feelin' a little blank, dudette," he began, leaning back against the brick wall and closing his eyes, as though to better visualise the 'memory version' of the brunette before him. Pressing a couple of fingers to his forehead, in an attempt to strengthen their cerebral connection, he continued, "We'll lay down some basics first. Quick-fire: name, birthday, last bone you broke."

Vivien had to bite back a laugh before responding: "Vivien O'Brian, August 22nd, and it was my wrist when I was 10."

Ethan's eyes peeled open, shining with intrigue. "No way, you've actually broken a bone?"

"Why are you so surprised? You asked," Vivien chuckled.

"'Cause most of these losers I ask don't do anything exciting enough to risk bodily harm," he snorted back, with a smug glance in Carrie's direction, relishing the steam that was practically rising from the top of her head. "How'd you break it then?"

"My skating partner dropped me," Vivien said, luckily able to look back on the memory with a more optimistic view than the other participant.

"'Skating partner'?" Ethan mused.

"Yeah, we're figure skaters - my friend Riven and I; the one who taught me to how to play the drums," she explained, catching on quickly that the more context clues she offered, the sooner they'd get to the point.

"What, like roller skating?"

"No, ice skating," Vivien clarified with a giggle.

Ethan's eyes glazed over in understanding. "Ohhh, right. Like ice hockey."

"No, not like ice hockey," Carrie cut in with an exasperated sigh, trying to break it down as simply as she could. "Figure skating. It's like ice dancing. Think the winter olympics - lots of twirling - little dresses-"

"Ohhh, no way! You do all those crazy jumps and shit?" Ethan exclaimed - finally catching on.

"Yeah," Vivien acknowledged. "At least three times a week, usually."

"At the olympics?" he asked, genuine amazement coating every word.

"No, we're not at olympic level," she chuckled, deciding to forgo the explanation that the olympics, at most, happen 3 times a decade. "Not yet, anyway. Our coach is working us towards it though, so who knows? Maybe one day."

"Holy fuck, we're talking to a future olympian, Carrie," Ethan enthused, bumping the blonde's arm in an attempt to share the excitement with her. But when she just rolled her eyes, yet failed to hold back her smile, he continued. "Do you do other competitions and stuff though? Or do you just like practising and doing it for fun?"

"No, we compete. I've got like a whole shelf of trophies in my room," Vivien said, poorly stifling a laugh as Ethan's eyes grew wider still. "We're the reigning national champs for our age bracket."

"Woahhhh, far out, man," he breathed. "That's awesome!" Thumping Carrie's arm again, this time a touch harder to coincide with his growing excitement, he gave her another aside, "Yo, Carrie, we're talking to like a legit celebrity here."

Vivien didn't know what she ended up laughing harder at, Ethan's genuine awe at her achievements, or Carrie's deadpan look of resignation. Those blue eyes of hers looked like they could have melted steel.

Snorting out a laugh of his own at the blonde's expression, he turned back to Vivien with a smirk. "That never gets old," he grinned, evidently well-versed in teasing Carrie about her level of fame. "Anyway, enough about her; she gets more than enough attention. What other cool, hidden talents are you hiding under those glasses?"

"I don't know, I don't think anything else really counts as a talent," Vivien downplayed. "I've taken a few archery lessons, I like going and exploring abandoned buildings-"

"Woah, woah, woah, 'abandoned buildings'?" Ethan questioned - bloodshot eyes once again sparking to life. "What the hell? You're so cool. She's so cool," he said, turning to see if Carrie was sharing in his bewilderment too. "How the fuck did you end up dating Miles' lame-ass little brother? No offence, but like-"

"Ethan," Carrie scolded.

"No, come on, not in like a mean way; he sounds great - I'd protect him with my life - but like, all I ever hear from Miles is that he fucking reads nerdy library books," he attempted to justify.

"Well I like reading too, you know," Vivien countered with a teasing smirk.

"Yeah, but you still seem to have a life," Ethan retorted, with all the social graces of an ox. The hearty laugh Vivien let out in response soon had him back to grinning like an idiot though. "Yo, why's Miles kept us apart for so long? You're awesome - we've got such a good energy going here," he chuckled.

"Yeah, why has Miles kept us apart?" Vivien agreed, looking to Carrie for some sort of explanation.

Begrudgingly rejoining the conversation, she explained with a teasing smirk at the stoner's expense. "Because you're a terrible influence - I speak from experience. He's gonna kill me when he finds out I've introduced you two without his supervision." But then she turned her attention to the younger brunette. "And because the second you see them both together, his cover as the somewhat responsible adult looking after you kids is gonna be blown out the water."

"Oh come on, how bad can he be?" Vivien laughed.

"It's not bad, necessarily - it's just that when they're together, and you're not around, all responsibilities go out the window, and the 22 years of pent-up stupidity are unleashed," Carrie explained with a laugh of her own.

Grinning mischievously, Vivien said, "In that case, I can't wait for his shift to end."

"Yeah, which is gonna be soon if we don't hurry up and get our asses inside," Carrie said, shooting Ethan with another pointed look.

"Huh? D'you hear something, Viv?" Ethan asked his new protege, intentionally blanking the steadily seething blonde.

"Ethan, come onnnn, please," Carrie pleaded, bouncing on the balls of her feet like an impatient child. "You can continue this while we're setting up."

"Weather's pretty nice this morning, huh? Not too humid, not-"

"Fine, I'll just have to kick the door down," Carrie resigned, hiding her smirk behind his back. "I hope no one's left their guitar lying around where it could get damaged if-"

Whirling around with a look of pure horror, Ethan muttered a sombre, almost warning, "Don't even joke about that; you know she's my baby."

"You play the guitar?" Vivien questioned.

"'Play's putting it lightly; I think I can noddle away on that thing better than I can talk," Ethan snorted.

"Like that's hard," Carrie teasingly retorted before continuing. "As much stick as I've given him this morning, he is really good on that guitar," she went on to acknowledge with a genuine smile. "Riven, Miles, and Butchy can talk all they want, but they're not a patch on this guy - I think if he wasn't so mentally stunted he'd be considered some sort of prodigy or something."

"You know, you can just give me a genuine compliment," he said, frowning slightly at her friendly jab.

"I know… I'll start when you start," she retorted with a smirk he soon reciprocated, before shaking his head and letting out another snort of laughter.

"Ok, we'll stick with this; we've got a nice thing going here, why ruin it?"

Grinning at the pair of old friends, and the way Carrie squeezed him into a hug from the side, Vivien's ever-active brain started formulating a new idea - one that would hopefully get her in the good books of both cartoon-cliches come-to-life. "Well, if you're this good on the guitar I've obviously gotta hear it for myself," she prompted, drawing the brunet's attention back to her.

"Shoot, of course, I'd love to play something with you - you know any-?" Ethan began to gush, shoving Carrie away from his side in favour of chattering away to the brunette again.

"Don't we need to get into the function room first though?" she asked, sparing a quick glance at a suddenly very excited Carrie.

"Oh shit, yeah. You shoulda just said, Viv. I'll go unlock it for us," Ethan chuckled as though the concept was entirely new - sending Carrie's eyes to the heavens again.

But the blonde's groan of frustration was drowned out by Vivien's optimistic giggle, as she teasingly mumbled under her breath, "See? That wasn't so hard."

"You two are really gonna make me regret introducing you both, huh?" she said with a weary chuckle of her own as Ethan disappeared into the building.

"On the contrary; I think we're gonna have more fun than ever," Vivien laughed back. "I need to see more of this 'wild' side he brings out of you. First I find out you're bi. Now I find out you smoke weed and could go down for criminal damages to your ex's car with that…thing. I feel like I barely even knew you before."

Carrie just chuckled to herself at the teenager's amazement. "I did try to tell you I was more than just Miles' girlfriend."

"What else are you hiding now? Surely there can't be more," Vivien demanded. "Are you gonna introduce me to your secret three-year-old or something?"

"Eww, no," she laughed. "Just be patient, you'll find out when you're ready," she smirked with a confident mystique Vivien could only have dreamed of. "I've gotta keep at least some of the mystery alive."

Before Vivien could press the older girl for any further clues though, a bedraggled head of shoulder-length brown hair appeared in the dark doorway. "Come on, Ice Pop. It's all unlocked."

Vivien looked from Ethan to Carrie and back again, perplexed. "Ice Pop?"

"Yeah, Ice Pop," Ethan simply confirmed, with a dopey grin.

"Nicknames are kind of his thing," Carrie explained, her voice barely above a whisper as she leaned in to inform the brunette. "It's just how his little pea-brain works. And once he's settled on one for you, you're kind of stuck with it - unfortunately," she added, thinking back to the months of convincing it took to get him to stop calling her 'Coleslaw'.

"Why 'Ice Pop'?" Vivien questioned - as amused, and fascinated, by the guy's thought process as ever.

"'Cause you ice skate," he explained as though it was obvious. "And you're wearing purple - you've actually just got like a purple vibe."

"What does purple have to do with ice pops though?" she asked.

"Well the purple ones are my favourite, and you're my favourite ice skater, so…" he replied, miming the fusion of ideas with his hands for added effect. "Ice Pop."

Poorly holding back her flattered, yet still slightly amused grin, Vivien tried to protest. "You've never even seen me skate."

"Minor details," he dismissed with a wave of his hand. "You're the only one I know by name though - so, you don't have a lot of competition. But that still makes you my favourite."

All the skating talk was lost on Carrie, but there was something about the conversation that caught her attention: "The purple one's are your favourite? They taste like ass."

"Probably why they're my favourite," he snorted as Carrie just wrinkled her nose. Not wanting to delay the imminent jam session any longer, he quickly turned back to Vivien though, managing to catch her attention between her hearty laughs. "What do you say then? You like it?"

"Yeah, I like it," she grinned, warmth spreading throughout her chest as she watched the stoner's eyes glow with appreciation.

"Sweet," he breathed, holding her gaze for a beat before beckoning her towards the wooden archway in the brickwork. "Come on then, Ice Pop. Welcome to The Grapefruit."

Following a nod of approval from Carrie, who promptly trailed behind her, Vivien let Ethan lead her through a bead curtain and into a dimly lit, oak-panelled hallway. The floor almost immediately dropped into a stairwell, lined with black and white photos of musicians, and prints of various fruits in the same assorted shades of orange, yellow, and green from the beads at the entrance.

As they descended, Vivien, as talkative as ever, especially now that she was more at ease around the guy, decided to start probing Ethan for more details. "So if I'm Ice Pop, and Carrie's Carrie-oke - does Miles have a nickname?"

"Nah, you can't improve upon perfection," Ethan sighed, grabbing the railings of the staircase and launching himself down the last four steps. "I do have a 'government name' I call him though when he needs me to talk some sense into him," he continued after landing with a thud in front of a two-way corridor.

"Which is?" Vivien prompted as they turned to the left and reached another door.

"Miles per Gallon, Miles per Hour, Miles from Anywhere - there's a couple variations," he replied as he pulled a bunch of keys from his back pocket and started working on the lock. "Just depends on my mood."

"Oh my god, I can't wait for him to get here," Vivien giggled. She didn't know what she was laughing harder at: Ethan's nicknames for her honorary big brother, or what she imagined his face would look like when he realised she now knew about them.

"Well, in the meantime, make yourself comfy. 'Cause it sounds like you're gonna be here a while," Ethan chuckled as he pushed the door open and stepped aside to let her enter first. "Behold: your performance space for the evening."

As Vivien stepped into the room, that same surreal feeling she got the first time she set foot in the Wet Side Story world flooded through her - it felt like a dream, like everything would disappear in a puff of smoke if she touched it. But as her sneakers met scuffed, wooden floorboards, she stayed very much in one piece - as did everything else around her. The wood-panelled walls continued into what she now understood was an underground bar - but, despite the lack of sunlight, it was far from dingy. The overhead lights bathed everything in a soft, golden light, which complimented the room's colour scheme perfectly. The same shades of rust orange, mustard yellow, and olive green from the beaded curtain at the entrance clung to the upholstery and decorations - and yet brighter pops of colour, in line with the bar's citrussy namesake, made the whole room come to life. The earthy tones, mismatched furniture and clashing patterns made it feel so quintessentially 60s, but that just made Vivien love it even more - even if it did smell vaguely like stale beer.

"Hold up, how old is she? D'you think I'm allowed to have let her in here if she's not 21?" Ethan asked Carrie as the pair followed Vivien into the function room.

"It's not like you're gonna serve her any alcohol, she's just here to perform," Carrie said, brushing off his concern with ease. "And besides, if she wants anything she can just sneak some of mine," she added with a mischievous grin the stoner quickly shared.

"Yeah, what am I even saying? Since when did I start giving a shit about following the rules?" he snorted, pocketing his keys and crashing onto the nearest, faded leather couch.

"Alright then, Viv," Carrie continued, stepping up behind the teenager, who was still gazing around the room in wonder. And yet it wasn't until the blonde put her hands on her shoulders and steered her towards the centre of the room that she even noticed the sprawling stage - complete with mic stands, a dusty piano, several guitar amps and that all-important drum-kit. "You ready to take her for a spin?"

Vivien's first instinct told her 'absolutely not', but there was something about the warmth in Carrie's hopeful smile, and Ethan's earnest encouragements, still fresh in her mind, that gave her pause. Maybe she could do this after all; they certainly seemed to think she could. And she wasn't going to get over this stage fright without trying, so she might as well give it a go with a supportive audience - a rather unconventional, supportive audience; but one that, given her newfound fondness of the pair, and their apparent abundance of love for her in return, one that she wouldn't have traded for anything.

#p.s. there might be another surprise later that coincides with this 👀#probably not as exciting - but definitely necessary by now lmao #Vivien #Carrie #Ethan

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randomoranges · 8 months ago

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some little prince au one-shot silly idea from last week.

this is like, pre prince-au haha

To Be

As was often the norm, after a long day of training and lessons, once they had eaten, Calvin went to lounge in Étienne’s room. The young prince’s quarters were bigger, better lit and more comfortable than his own and Étienne liked to keep his space warm and inviting.

He stretched luxuriously on Étienne’s larger bed after shedding the outer layers of his uniform and stared up at the familiar ceiling. For as long as he could remember, he and Étienne had been joined at the hip, getting into all sorts of mischief together. Étienne had shown him how and Calvin had gladly followed.

It helped, obviously, that Étienne was the prince, and the youngest one at that, and so the scoldings were always gentle. And even though Calvin knew that one day he would serve Étienne’s eldest brother, who would one day be crowned king, for now, he could stay by his friend’s side.

Étienne joined his side moments later and Calvin spared him a glance as he got settled. The light from the window caressed the prince’s features and Calvin felt his breath still for a moment. Étienne looked – beautiful under the pale moonlight that blended with the golden light of the candles that were still on.

Then again, Calvin had often thought that Étienne was pretty – not that he’d ever told him. But, he was, from the curls of his brown hair that framed his face just so, the green of his eyes often bright with humour and the sincerity of his smile, Calvin had fallen slowly but surely for his friend.

“Please tell me your day was better than mine,” Étienne asked him after complaining about his own. For as much as he liked learning, everyone who knew the prince also knew that Étienne preferred to immerse himself in his art or the company of others.

Calvin tucked Étienne close to his chest where it felt like the most natural place in the world for him to be in this moment and relayed the highlights from training, while the prince played with his hair as he often did when it was just the two of them. It felt nice, this proximity to Étienne and he’d never given it a second thought over the many years they had known each other.

“You should come to the next training sessions,” Calvin encouraged him as he tried to do every so often. Étienne grimaced at that, making him laugh quietly.

“No thank you; it’s absolutely muddy out there. I don’t see why anyone needs such barbaric skills anyways.” He added with evident disdain, making Calvin roll his eyes at the comment, fond despite everything else. It was no secret that the youngest prince of the palace was far from a fighter and could rarely be persuaded to attend any training whatsoever much to the chagrin of the king and of the head of the king’s guard.

“Will you come and watch at least?” Calvin knew that he could get Étienne to come and watch him on occasion, if the weather was nice. Sometimes, he would even sketch the drills the knights would go through and Calvin was always secretly impressed by what Étienne showed him afterwards.

Étienne made a noncommittal shrug, “I was thinking of riding into town tomorrow after my lessons; I need a distraction.”

Calvin nodded, he knew what the prince meant by that. Whenever Étienne got a little restless, he would visit the town and mingle with the people. Sometimes, he would even spend the night at the inn with whomever had stricken his fancy. Calvin had also known for years now that Étienne preferred both the company of men and women, and really, it was no secret.

Still, every time the prince went out, Calvin thanked the stars that they lived in peaceful times and that the royal family was well loved by the locals. That, or at the very least, he did not have to worry as much about Étienne staying out of the castle.

However, Étienne’s potential trip into town brought forth another question to Calvin.

“Can I ask you something?” He started, putting the words together in his mind before he chickened out. It was a rather personal question and even though he knew Étienne wouldn’t judge or make fun of him for it, there was still a bubble of fear that wedged itself inside of him.

Étienne shifted so that they were facing each other, as if sensing that what Calvin had to ask him was serious, and then motioned for him to go on.

“What’s it like to kiss a man?” He said ever so quickly while holding his breath and hoping for the best. He knew his friend wasn’t going to laugh at him for asking, but he did still wonder what Étienne’s reaction was going to be.

The prince blinked, as if surprised, and then a soft smile came to his lips, while Calvin tried to remember what it was like to breathe.

“I’d say it’s pretty much the same as kissing a woman, except sometimes, some of them have lots of facial hair and it can tickle.” He paused, making sure he hadn’t missed any extra information worth relaying to Calvin. “Why do you ask? Is it something you’d like to try?” He added as if giving him the invitation he needed to pursue his plan.

Calvin’s eyes widened slightly and he looked away, suddenly shy. He didn’t know why Étienne wasn’t one to normally be mean for no reason. Even if the prince wouldn’t indulge his little folly, he wouldn’t mock him for it.

“Maybe…” He finally admitted, daring at the last second to look back to Étienne and maybe he was imagining things, but he swore he saw a flicker of something run through the greens of Étienne’s eyes.

“Well, in that case, aren’t you just in luck. I happen to have some experience in that field.” Étienne shifted once more and Calvin found himself with an armful of his favourite prince, pressed close to one another, while his heart sped up quite a bit. Even in his wildest of dreams, it never went quite like this.

This was very different from any other time they had lain together, late at night, talking when they should have been asleep. This felt more intimate even if absolutely nothing had happened yet, but the potential for a shift was ever so present. They were on the brink of something big and Calvin could only pray that whatever happened wouldn’t ruin what he already had with Étienne.

Étienne cupped his face and the warmth of it against his cheek made Calvin’s body heat up all over. He leaned into the contact, marvelling at it and anticipated what would – could – hopefully would happen next.

For a moment, the prince simply caressed his cheek with the pad of his thumb and the action was soothing as well as grounding. Calvin could imagine the paint speckled thumb against his cheek and even though the prince had never touched him this way, the image of his thumb flecked with paint was familiar enough, reassuring even. This was Étienne, after all. His best friend. The boy he had grown up with. It would only be fair and make perfect sense that Étienne would be the first boy he would want to kiss.

It was finally Étienne who closed the last of the distance between the two of them and pressed his lips to Calvin’s first, nearly taking him by surprise at the sudden shift.

Calvin wasn’t sure what he had been expecting but sure enough, just like Étienne had told him, it was pretty much the same. And yet, it was also so very different, for Étienne’s lips had been foreign to him up until this very moment, a far away fantasy, and they proved to be soft against his own. Just as Calvin started to register the shape and feel of them, the kiss was over and Étienne pulled away.

Too soon, in his opinion. There was so much more to commit to his memory.

“See what I mean?” The prince asked, voice ever so caring and soft.

“I think I need to try again.” Calvin seized his opportunity and moved in as Étienne laughed quietly, more than pleased to welcome him back. This time, they met halfway, Étienne parting his lips for Calvin’s eager tongue and this, by far, was much better. Sure, Calvin had had a dalliance here and there, but he felt as though he could spend a lifetime kissing Étienne and it still wouldn’t be enough.

He loved the way Étienne held on to him gently, one hand caressing his cheek, and when they pulled away, Étienne looked at him as though he was his most treasured artefact. Calvin brushed his thumb over the prince’s kiss swollen lips and returned his easy smile. They both laughed, a private affair between them, before Étienne pulled him back to him for another eager kiss.

Calvin felt alive and bold from the way Étienne clung to him, breathy little moans escaping his lips that were like music to his ears. He dared let his hands travel down the length of Étienne’s sides and only wondered briefly why it was he had waited this long to kiss his beloved prince. Étienne was so responsive to his touch, going as far as to twine their legs together to be closer still and Calvin wanted even more.

“Étienne,” He said, breaking the moment. Étienne looked at him, face flushed but pleased and Calvin knew right then and there that he’d want this for as long as possible.

“What’s it like to lie with a man?” He whispered, using his earlier question, lips near brushing against Étienne’s, teasing him really.

Étienne looked at him, surprised, but evidently pleased by the question, “I’d say,” He started voice thick with evident want as he licked his lips in anticipation, and Calvin silently thrilled at the fact that he was the reason for putting Étienne in this state, “That it’s a wonderful thing and I’d be more than happy to assist you with that,” he murmured back, before he gently pushed Calvin on his back in order to clamber on top of him.

Calvin grinned, admiring the view of his gorgeous prince, here with him, in all the senses of the word.

FIN

#pc: montreal #étienne maisonneuve #pc: calgary #pc: gary #calvin BRISEBOIS LAMAO #fic #3 sentence fic meme thing #prince au #fighting with myself to write again is hard but wtv

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cassidystarks · 2 years ago

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Rookie Moves (MJF x Reader)

This was requested by @okadaizoirl, sorry this took so long to post haha, but it's finally here! I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: degradation, humiliation, shower sex

Word Count:

10. "looks like we'll be trapped for a while"

20. "touch them again and I'll kill you"

23. "did you hear all of that?"

As a rookie in the wrestling industry, I have been mostly just a jobber my whole career, but after finding myself signing up to join AEW, life has been getting better and better. Everyone has been so kind to me, well, most of them. There is Max, who is pretentious as he is gorgeous. He is the rudest person I have ever met. Though somehow, I can't help but think about him. I push thoughts away all the time with ease, but he just seems to stay on my mind more than I'd like.

Though when Tony Khan called me into his office and told me I would be having a match with him tonight my heart sunk into my chest. I did not want to wrestle that dickhead, but at the same time if I pin him it would absolutely destroy him.

The time came for the match, which was set in the middle of Dynamite. The first two matches were completed and my walk-out music was about to start playing. I have only had a couple matches on Dark, but I am happy to have any matches. I walk out and do my entrance before stepping into the ring. Doing some last-minute stretches I could hear his godawful walk-out song playing and he walks out as self-entitled as ever.

The match lasts for about ten minutes. There is tension, and we both can tell. I manage to roll him up and pin him. I smile big as the referee raises my hand. Max looks as shocked as I feel and I roll out of the ring and make my way up the ramp. I flip him off before going to the backstage area and going to get some water from my dressing room. I tidy up a bit and take a little break before getting ready for a shower.

But of course, I don't have a towel.

I walk out of my room and go down to my friend Anna Jay's dressing room and knock on the door. She comes out and greets me with a hug.

"Hey! I see you won the match, how are you? And how is Max taking it?" She asked.

"I'm good, I have no idea how Max is, he seemed pretty pissed off when he realized I had won. But I mean oh well, what he gets to be honest but anyways, can I borrow a towel? I don't have any in my dressing room." I asked.

"Of course, I got you covered." She said walking back in and grabbing a towel. She comes back out and hands it to me.

"Thank you, you are a whole lifesaver," I said.

I head back to my dressing room before getting stopped by one of the staff members.

"Hey, great match."

"Thank you," I say, giving them a friendly smile.

"How about I take you out for a drink or two?" They said, leaning up against the wall.

"Thank you for the offer, but I'll have to pass," I say politely declining the offer.

"Oh come on, just one drink. It'll be fun." They persist.

"I said no," I say.

"Listen, all you have to do is have one drink with me, it's not that fucking hard." They said trying to grab at my wrist.

"Touch them again and I'll kill you," said someone with a familiar voice.

I look behind me and see Max. He seems even more pissed than before, and I can't tell if it's because of this or the match. I suspect both.

"Look dude, I don't want any trouble."

"Clearly you do, they said no. Respect that."

"Don't you hate them?"

"Did I ever say that? No. The only one who can touch them is me."

I widen my eyes.

"Excuse me? No one can touch me." I say replying to him.

Max gets the guy to leave. And it's just the two of us.

"You could say thank you," he says.

"I didn't need your help," I say rolling my eyes.

He smiles and nods. He's about to leave and my mouth moves before my mind could tell it to.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"Why did you do it? I thought you hated me." I said, not looking at him.

"Did I ever say that?"

"No, but you always act like it. I mean the last few weeks, the frustration between us. Explain that then."

"I don't hate you. In fact, I'm pretty fond of you. But we are at different points in our life, I need to get over this feeling, but I can't."

I make my way into the shower after a conversation with Max. To think he is feeling exactly what I am feeling. I get in and turn the water on warm. I bask in the warmth of the water hitting all the right places. I hear a knock on my bathroom door.

"Who is it?" I yell, getting my hair wet.

"Me."

"Max?" I asked surprised.

"Yeah."

"Sorry, I'm kinda preoccupied," I say, starting to lather the shampoo in my hair.

"Come on, I gotta use the bathroom." He said.

I roll my eyes. It is always something with this man.

"Fine, the door is unlocked."

I hear the door open and close behind me. I get finished washing my hair a few minutes later. His presence lingers, so I know he isn't gone.

"Can you hand me my loofah? It's sitting on the sink." I ask.

I look and see his hand extend in the shower with my loofah in his hand.

"Thank you," I say grabbing it, and seeing his hand leave.

I hear the toilet flush and all I can think is 'shit.'

"MAX!" I say turning off the water.

"My bad," he said.

I grab my towel and wrap it around me, stepping out. I was almost done, but clearly, I'm gonna have to get back in when the water cools. I reach for the handle to grab some of my other skincare. I go to open the door. It won't open.

'Oh, come on," I think, giggling at the door handle to try and make it open.

"looks like we'll be trapped for a while," he said, unamused.

"Great," I said rolling my eyes.

I could feel him staring at me. I look over as he pulls me into his kiss. His kiss was soft and passionate. I gave in and kissed back.

What felt like ages, were only seconds. Soon enough his clothes were on the floor and my towel was thrown off my body. He grabs me by the hips and pulls me close. Leaving kisses on my jawline and down to my neck. One hand rested on my thigh, and the other on my waist.

"You want my dick, you dirty slut." He said, slapping my upper thigh.

There was pure bliss flowing off the steam and the rough kisses he was planting on my body.

He pulls me up on the top counter and slid into me slowly. I throw my head back, running my fingers through his hair. His hand runs up to my cheek and pulls me to face him. His eyes told everything. He wanted it just as much as I did.

He went faster and faster as his lips crashed into mine. I felt my climax come slowly, and then all at once.

"Fuck Max!" I yelled, letting my body go limp against his skin.

"For my enemy, you sure take me well."

"For my enemy, you sure do it good."

Sorry if this isn't very well! And also again would just like to apologize for the lack of posting, and how long it took to put this out!

#mjf headcanon #aew mjf #cassidystarks #aew wrestling #aew x reader #aew dynamite #all elite wrestling

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inuiiwonderland · 2 years ago

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Chapter 3: the ruined statue

"You don't know the queen of hearts?"

"The queen of hearts?" Suddenly you remember where you heard that name from.

"Oh! That red head boy mentioned her too during the orientation…" You said more to yourself. You looked down at the boys and decided to ask them a question.

"Does she rule here?" The boy chuckled at your question.

"She's a queen who lived in a labyrinth of roses ages ago"

"Oh"

"She had a strict personality that valued discipline over anything else. She didn't tolerate any disorder when it came to the color of her roses or the card soldiers marching"

"They were all mad there, but everyone swore their obedience! Because if they were to break a rule, that is a one way ticket to getting beheaded!"

You cringe at the thought and watch as the other blue-haired boy just sighs.

"Cool right?" The red head says.

"Yeah, she sounds a little terrifying though"

"Well thanks for filling me in. Are you a student here?"

"Yep! I'm Ace♡" He says with a wink.

"Nice to meet ya" you nod at his introduction.

"Hey, you're that student that was acting up at the ceremony right?"

"Oh..uh I wasn't exactly but I did cause some trouble" You say awkwardly while rubbing your neck.

"Wow the mirror of darkness summons a person with no magic! Ha! Man I was trying so hard not to laugh"

You rolled your eyes and glared at the boy as he continued to laugh. That was until he was interrupted by the boy who was with him.

"Don't be so rude to a person you just met!" Ace just rolls his eyes and then turns back to you.

"So, you couldn't enroll?"

"Yeah, I was made a handyman instead" you motion to the cleaning supplies that you have been given.

"I see, so that why you're uniform is different"

"If there anything about the school you need to know, feel free to ask me"

"Thank you uhh?"

"The name deuce spade, nice to meet you"

"Thank you deuce"

"And you? What your name?"

"Oh my name y/n l/n"

"Y/n l/n?"

"L/n??"

I guess my name is hard to pronounce here

"You can just call me y/n"

"Okay!" You were about to go back to what you were doing but stop when you heard Ace ask you something.

"Is it hard to take care of that crazy monster? Sounds like a chore dealing with it! Haha!"

"Even after all the drama it caused, it turned out to be so lame!"

"Monster?"

Suddenly Ace let out a Yelp when something hit him on the back of the head.

"What the-"

"I ain't some measly chore!" You look up to see the very familiar cat monster you saw the other day.

"You're-"

"The great grim!"

"That cat monster from yesterday!"

"It's grim Sama to you!! You can at least get it right!!"

"Uhh sure, I thought they threw you out already…" he just smirked and shrugged.

"Sneaking in was a piece of cake!"

"Anyway, why are YOU still here?"

"If you keep sticking around I won't be able to enroll!"

"It's not like you have a chance" Ace said which made the cat monster- er grim angry. You sigh and massage your temple.

"Look, If I could go home I would but I don't know how" He was silent for a moment before he spoke up again.

"Fine then….I'll kick you out myself!"

"Huh?"

"Is he gonna attack again?!" Deuce said while Ace stared in shock.

"I won't let you" you grabbed the broom you had with you which caused grim to laugh.

"I ain't scared of someone who can't even use magic- ow!" You hit him with the broom which made him fall down. You had him pushed against the ground with the broom.

"Let me go!"

"Woah! Nice one y/n!"

"That's some awesome strength!"

"They'll just throw you out again if you keep making a scene"

"You're making a big mistake if you think I'm gonna give up now!"

"Guards!"

"W-wait!"

"Why do you even wanna enroll here so badly?" You say while still having him pin against the ground.

"Why? That's easy! I'm a genius that was born to become a great magician!"

"Great magician?" You say confused while Ace just scoff.

"Uhh you? Great magician?" Deuce elbowed Ace to be quiet.

"I've waited a really really long time for the black carriage to come get me…and yet, the mirror of darkness won't acknowledge me!"

"So I gotta do something about it!"

"I'm never ever gonna give up! I'm going to become an amazing magician" You froze as those words reminded you of a certain someone from back home.

Takemichi!

"I see…you got a dream you can't surrender too"

"You.."

"That's impossible!" You both looked at Ace who was now standing in front of you two.

"Only the chosen ones are able to get into this school"

"And you didn't make the cut. So just give up and admit defeat"

"Hey! All you've done since we got here was to be an asshole!" Ace rolled his eyes at him and yanked his wrist from deuce hold.

"What is this? A lecture? Stop being so annoying"

"You can't just treat people like that-"

"Yeah yeah yeah whatever. I've got class so I'm gonna split"

"Ugh" Deuce turned to you both with an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry about that, I also have to go"

You just watched as he started walking in the same direction Ace left too. You got up and dust the dirt off you.

"You…I'll show you!" You looked up and saw grim already shooting fire towards the two.

"Wait- grim!"

"Woah!!" You heard the two boys as they dodge the blue flames.

"Watch it! The hell are you trying to pull?!" Ace shouts.

"You're trying to make a fool outta me! So I'm gonna light up that fiery lookin mop head you call hair!"

"Mop head?"

"You got some nerve trying to fight me!"

You then saw him take out something from his pocket.

"I'm gonna turn you into a frizzy toy poodle!!"

"Is that wind magic?!" You say as you saw and felt the wind go crazy.

"Err! My awesome fire can't twist like that!"

You noticed students surrounding you all as the two continued to fight.

"Great…"

"Like those fireballs are gonna hit me!"

This made grim more mad and he started shooting fireballs towards Ace.

"Cut it out already!" You heard deuce yell out.

"They're totally not listening" you say as you two watch them continue.

"I gotta do something…but with what??" Suddenly he thought of a perfect idea.

"I can just lock down their movements!" He also took something similar to what Ace had and started thinking for something.

"C'mon, come out with literally anything! Something heavy!" He lifted up his pen and suddenly you saw something big fall down on Ace.

"The hell?! A pot?!"

"A cauldron of all things?...did I go to far?" Deuce said to himself while grim burst out into a fit of laughter.

"So freaking lame! Hahah!"

"Back off juice!"

"It's deuce!"

"Deuce whatever!"

"Don't make a scene on your first day!"

"Just come to class!"

"Shut up! You go if you want!"

"Stop being so stubborn!"

As those two continued bickering, grim saw this as a chance to fire at ace.

"You're wide open!"

"What-" Ace's eyes widened when he saw grim shoot a fireball at him. He quickly pushed the cauldron off him and managed to dodge the flames on time.

"Argh!"

You froze as you saw the flame hit the statue you were cleaning earlier. Students gasp and some quickly ran away from the scene as they saw the now ruined statue.

"Ahhhh! Holy frigging crap!" Ace yelled out as he saw the queen of hearts statue ruined.

"He…he didn't just!" Duece was too stunned to even speak.

"I don't know anything!" Grim yells as he makes a run for it.

"Hey! Stop right there!"

"I came to see what the commotion was all about" all three of you froze as you heard the voice speak.

"Ahh headmaster…."

"Your hereeeeee"

"What in the world are you doing?! You've scorched one of the great sevens statues!!"

"The great sevens?" You ask curiously.

"They're exhalted entities that once existed in our world"

"The king of beasts, ruler of the savannah. The sorcerer of the desert, who saved his land from a crisis. The sea witch, who dwelled in a grotto deep beneath the sea. The fairest queen, said to be the most beautiful of them all. The lord of the underworld, to whom even monsters swear their allegiance. The witch of thorns, who resided in the mystical mountains. And lastly, the queen of hearts, residing in labyrinth of roses!"

"This is blasphemy against a renowned figure! There's no possible way I can turn a blind eye to this!"

"All of you are expelled effective immediately!!!"

"E-expelled?!"

"After I finally made it into a famous school…what will I tell my mom?!" You saw how deuce panicked which made you feel a little bad.

"Please! Anything but that! There's something I have to do in this school!"

"You have yourself to blame for such a foolish stunt"

"Then I'll do anything to make up for it!"

"Anything?"

"Yes!"

You suddenly had a bad feeling seeing the headmaster smile.

"Then I shall offer you a chance to make amends"

"There is an enormous fixture hanging in the cafeteria. A magic chandelier with everlasting candles that burn indefinitely. It's a masterpiece crafted by a legendary meister of magic tools"

"That very item is currently losing its power"

"It seems the source of its strength, the magic gem, is growing weaker"

"Magic gems are mined in a place called mt. Dwarf…we may be able to repair it with gems of a similar property"

"I'll go and get one! Please, you have to let me go!"

"Very well…however you will be expelled if you don't return with the gems by tomorrow morning"

"You can travel to Mt. Dwarf through a door in the mirror chamber"

"Right! Thank you!" Deuce bowed as Crowley left.

"Ugh fine, we'll make it back with this gem in no time"

"Let's go!" Ace whined as you just silently followed the two. What you three didn't know was that the culprit who was responsible for this was eavesdropping the whole entire time.

"Magic gem huh? Maybe I can use my awesome magic to get my paws on that"

"What? Ace and deuce ruined a great seven statue?!"

"Indeed, therefore I am reporting it to you their dorm leader"

"I sincerely apologize for the inconvenience my dorm has caused"

"They're currently heading to Mt. Dwarf as punishment. They'll surely be back by morning"

"Certainly"

The boy then soon left the headmaster's office in anger.

"What were they thinking so shortly after enrolling?! I absolutely will not tolerate any rule breaking…they need to be punished"

"The verdict can wait…i'll see to their beheading myself!!"

"So this is mt. Dwarf huh…"

"People use to mine here for magic gems when they were abundant, but it's oddly quiet here"

"There's no time for complaining. Let's go!"

You three continued walking along the path as you looked around. You were looking around when you heard Ace.

"Oh. There a cottage back there"

Both you and deuce turn to look in his direction to see the cottage.

"Let's go see what they've got to say"

Back in Shibuya city

"Y/n never showed up to the meeting"

"And they haven't returned home last night"

"They aren't answering anyone's calls"

"We are filling out a missing person report"

That was everything mikey heard in a span of one day. He couldn't believe what was happening. You never showed up to the meeting and now they're saying you're missing?!

"Did you call again baji?" Mitsuya asked as everyone gathered up in the musashi shrine.

"Yeah no answer though"

"I already called multiple times but it's leaving me straight to voicemail"

"Did you check up on y/n parents?"

"Yeah, they are currently trying to file out a missing person report"

Everyone was silent trying to think what else they should do. Mikey, who was quiet the whole time got up which grabbed everyone's attention.

"We should start searching around and asking if anyone has seen them before they went missing"

"So like a search party?"

"Mhm"

"That is not a bad idea…we should do it"

Everyone started agreeing and decided on searching for you for the whole day.

To be continued

Here is chapter 3! Since I made you guys wait for chapter 3 I decided to make this chapter longer! And! The Tokyo revengers cast have finally appeared! Just know that they will show up a lot in future chapters👀

Anyway hope you enjoyed!

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2lovedddkaii · 1 year ago

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Falling in love Killua

(sad version) Link to playlist to go with this writing --- https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0a9aVSv0kgczNkVNprKkyw?si=6e100768afc84c81 (chill/happy ver) https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0NrbdhDLliooiycG92Pbav?si=ee717720529942bf

Pov- You & killua, your close friend have been invited to the state fair by Gon, Leorio, and Kurapika. Looking at it you and killua have been friends for the longest it seems, Butttt you and Killua are notorious for flirting with each other recently.. but your "just" friends right??

"uhh sure ig " Killua says while struggling

"if he's going, then I'll go!" you say enthusiastically

".. well I would've dragged you along even if you said no" He said while rolling his eyes

"Pfft- like your strong enough"

"I know they didn't jus-"

"YOU WANNA BET "

"HELL YEAH" you yell as you run away

He goes after you without taking a second to think only to yell a "SEE YOU AT THE FAIR GON" that could only be heard if you present to witness the seen unfold, or at least paying attention.

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with that you and Killua start getting ready for the fair

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"y/n! you actually made it!", says Leorio

"Yeaaa.. " you said with an nervous smile as you scratched the back of your neck "y'know typical mothers having you do stuff last minute, might've had to do a couple chores to make it out here heh"

"ahh, I see maybe I should be your new mother" Leorio says with a laugh

"psst I wish" "oh um by the way where is killua??"

"ohh yea killua he's trying to win one of those bottle ring toss games he doesn't understand that its all rigged " Leorio says with a sigh while shaking his head (tell me killua wouldn't spend mad money on this game to end up annoyed and cursing like-)

"mmkay! thanks Leoria" "npp!" Leoria said shooting back a small yet warm smile

"YK HE WILL MAKE YOU PLAY SOME GAME WITH HIM OR GO ON A RIDE" that was the last you heard from him before you got lost in the crowd, you thought to yourself "yea, like that will happen pff"

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after you make it near all the stands and games its extremely loud

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"Y/N!!" you hear a familiar voice call your name

"0h, Kill I thought you were some some random creep for a second"

"HUH??? A CREEP WHERE!?!?"

"I- NOO I THOUGHT YOU WERE A CREEP" you yell due to the loudness around you

"DudEeEEeeE"

"uh- ANYWAYS WANNA DO THE KARAOKE BOOTH WITH MEE-?"

.. d_mnn Leo was right

"NAHHH, yk I'm good" your eyes dart around frantically for an excuse "....GON!! why don't you join him in some karaoke hmm!?"

"I already did it a long time ago!! c'mon y/n just one song wont hurt"

"PLEASEEEEEEEEEEE" the white hair blue eyed boy pleaded

he had a point one just one song wouldn't be the death of you

"fine, fine, but I pick the song!"

"ayy a win is a winn" , killua stated while leading you on to the stage (idk if it would be on a stage or a booth soo.. uh yea :) )

___________ killua request a song looking a lil to happy for your liking

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oh lord, I am going to hate this

*the beat drops*

(if your on spotify play the last song on the playlist if not imma leave this to you're imagination)

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you fell your face get hot, you instantly wonder what is wrong with you

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you start singing, as you feel your nerves rise you hear a familiar voice join you.

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as you sing you feel a hand interlock into yours, instant comfort washes over you. the feeling had a warm embrace

you finish the out the song not even noticing it had finished untill..

"you guys looked like you were bouta kiss or sum!" Kurapika joked

"haha, very funny" you say awkwardly

"uhh I need to go! brb killua heh"

"okayy.."

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you go to the bathroom, looking at yourself in the mirror . What the hell is wrong with me?, do I... like Killua?

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Knock, knock

Gon comes in, although he looks like he is rushing “A little fishy told me that someone is falling for Killua?” “HUH, I HAVENT EVEN TOLD ANY ONE THAT I LIKE HIM!” “So it’s true?” “Oh-“, YOU start rushing out of the bathroom “Hold on! ANOTHER fish told me that Killua likes a little someone named y/n.”

you stop in your tracks, look at Gon

“F_ck”

#hxh #Killua #leorio #Gon #anime #killua x y/n #killua playlist #hunter x hunter #idek

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hihopelessromantics · 2 years ago

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To add to the SD’s humiliation, every human society the Meliodasses have ever encountered across their 3,000 year journey have inevitably lost most of their awe for the deity. And against all odds the inherently isolating nature of being cursed seems to be working against the SD’s intentions, since humankind is oddly accepting - even supportive! - of her least favorite demon and his current freakish state. There’s no other reasonable explanation for their current state other than they’ve somehow been cursed by a god, and the least everyone can do is not freak out about it, right? meliodas doesn’t usually have to elaborate further than the initial admission - most ppl are too shook to do anything else than pretend Everything is Fine TM when it comes to the Meliodas Army. Regardless of how many there are. So despite the effects of the curse being in everyone’s face all the time, Meliodas maintains a state of almost total privacy about the situation, without putting much effort into it on a day-to-day basis. People don’t want to disturb their kindhearted “happy go lucky” protector by asking about his scores of clones. That’s gotta be a sore subject, right? And is it really that big of a deal? I mean, the guy’s CLEARLY not human… nothing he’s capable of makes sense! Why point out this thing in particular? MEANWHILE, the supreme deity is now ingrained in the common language of several human kingdoms that the meliodas army has never encountered as the butt of a joke. Most people don’t even know why this is, or how it started, they just know that if you can’t reasonably explain something that worked out but in a way that leaves everyone feeling like their efforts have backfired and fate itself is controlling the narrative now with no regard to anyone’s sanity. And that they’re at risk of exploding from the sheer absurdity of it all. It’s the supreme deity’s fault. And that’s how it’s been for generations now.

Scenario: “Okay. I gotta ask - why are you looking at me like that! If you know what I’m gonna say you should KNOW why I’m so freaked out. Don’t be all secretive about it now either. what’s with your companion. You know, that unarmed kid knight? The one that just sent a tyrant dragon flying into ANOTHER HEMISPHERE? I’m pretty sure he was levitating in the air for a hot minute there too, what the hell is that about? Yeah I GET some people are secretive about their powers. No he doesn’t have to tell everyone what he can do - hey, that’s not the point I’m trying to make here. I can read the room and I can tell that ALL OF YOU wanted to say SOMETHING about it but instead you were just all haha, wow, you’re so cool. Anyway let’s catch something for dinner :) No - no of course I don’t think there’s a more responsible way to respond to him saving our asses on a mission we were clearly unprepared for. You’re not getting it- god I should have known better to try to talk about this after you guys started drinking. Come on. Barzard, think about this for a second. We were shooting the breeze and eating and all of a sudden he got up and said. ‘wow Darrel that was some great stew, thanks a lot. I gotta get going, just got word that I got something to do back in Danafall, can’t miss it! Bring back Kitty for me.’ And then you lot let him WALK OFF into the woods WITHOUT HIS HORSE with little more than a ‘see ya when we get back!’ Did you see a letter dropping from the sky because I sure as hell didn’t! Where is he getting a message from? Why does he think going off on his own without transportation is gonna get him back to Danafall more efficiently- Barzard why are you laughing.” “Because I forgot! I forgot- damn, it’s hilarious! How could you forget something like that…aaa, life really goes on. You’re not familiar with our grand master, so none of it’s gonna make sense, really. No matter how I explain it. So just roll with it, mkay?” “Your grand master? What does that kid have to do with wait, so the grand master handpicked him to help us out with our dragon problem? That actually explains a few things…” “Mmm, explains more than you think!” “… I’m never getting a straight answer about this am I. God… at least tell me you have a good idea what he left so abruptly for so I know you’re not just completely unconcerned for his sanity.” “Aaaa, Liz probably got back early from her mission. He’s eager to hear all about it. ‘Always better when she tells it!’ He says.” “Ooookay. And. Who’s that?” “His girlfriend. Though she’s still getting used to us calling her that, hehe.” “Wow. Didn’t think it was possible but I am even MORE confused.” “You’ll see if you ever visit Danafall.” “Ugh… if I didn’t know better I’d say that kid was created by the supreme deity herself. That’s the only way to explain how this confusing fuckup of a day could have happened.”

NnT AU where the Supreme Deity fucked up her curse and instead of just reviving Meliodas everytime he died, the curse also duplicated him like Hydra heads. Everytime one of him dies, he wakes up with another one of him beside him.

By the time the manga starts, there exists a small army of Meliodasses in Britannia. You could make up a village consisting of just him.

There’s still only one Elizabeth though, so they all stay together.

When he’s taken in by Liones, Baltra has to build a new city block/area/district just to fit him.

The good news is, Elizabeth always has like 10 Meliodasses protecting her, making her pretty much untouchable. The bad news, there is not enough alcohol in the entirety of Britannia to quench the thirst of the Meliodas Army.

#loved this idea so much so here’s a drabble. enjoy!#fun fact: in programming this kind of error is called a stack overflow #nnt #meliodas #nnt au #nnt shitpost #the supreme deity fucked up bad #so bad

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kazumist · 1 year ago

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EPISODE 7 ★ FUZZY FEELING

FAKE IT TILL WE MAKE IT — A SCARAMOUCHE SMAU

masterpost / prev ep / next ep / timestamps don't matter

scaramouche must have been crazy.

seriously? a date? it was the last thing you expected! however, if you were going to pretend to be a couple, going on dates is actually a given. and like you said in your message to him:

we both have to suck it up.

even if that means having your first date with the guy you hate.

luckily enough, the awkward ride to the aquarium ended faster than you expected. but now that you’re here, how does one enjoy an aquarium date anyway? or what does one even talk about on their first date in general?

these were the questions running through both of your heads as you mindlessly wandered around.

“hey,” scaramouche starts.

“hmm?”

“this fish looks a lot like childe for some reason.”

when you turned to look at what he was looking at, you seriously had to hold back a loud laugh. because why does the fish actually look like childe? “that’s a clownfish, right?” you ask him.

“you know about these things?”

“not really; i just watched finding nemo back then as a kid.”

“oh wait, here’s the description. yeah, it’s a clownfish, and it seems like even their description fits childe even more,” scaramouche says, pointing his head at a podium nearby with his hands inside his pockets.

“clownfish are active and territorial fish with an erratic swimming pattern who sometimes appear to be doing acrobatics while defending the area around their anemone," you read aloud. “see? it fits him perfectly.”

“are you saying childe seems to do acrobatics sometimes?”

“no, i’m saying that he’s way too hyper for his own good.”

“isn’t that supposed to be venti, though?”

“they’re practically the same kind; does it really matter who is who?”

you laugh at his response.

maybe this isn’t so bad. just maybe.

with the sun almost setting, your little trip to the aquarium ends, and you both decide to stop by a cafe on the way home.

but unfortunately, the awkward tension comes back.

what now? are you supposed to say, “hey, i had fun today,” and just move along? are you supposed to ask, “so how did the date go for you? did you have fun like i did?” you couldn’t find the right words to say, but you couldn’t stand this awkward atmosphere either.

“i… kinda had fun today.”

can this guy read minds or something?

"likewise."

time flew by faster than you expected, and now you were walking out of the cafe with scaramouche. “thanks for today, even though i was kinda against it at first,” you said.

“i hope you realize that we have to do this often if we really want to be convincing.”

“yeah, yeah, i get it. give me a break. who would’ve thought that i would be going on a date with you, of all people?”

“why do you sound so icked by the thought of going out with me?” he rolled his eyes.

“because i am icked by it, smart ass.”

“says the one who equally enjoyed the day like i did?”

“sorry, my pride is too high to make me admit that i actually enjoyed your company.”

he shakes his head at your response. how very… likely of you to say such a thing.

“i guess this is goodbye, then?” scaramouche asks.

“yeah. why? do you not want the day to end?”

“don’t put words into my mouth.”

“you didn’t really deny it, you know.”

“why are you like this?”

“why shouldn’t i be like this?”

from your peripheral vision, you could see a familiar sight of blue-ish white hair as well as a blonde walking nearby. since they didn’t really know that this wasn’t real, you acted out of impulse. but what did you do exactly?

you kissed scaramouche on the cheek and waved him goodbye, just like that.

extra notes.

i didn't expect this chapter to be so long uhm idk im 50/50 on the narrations bc deadass it was hard 2 write for me ... OTL

theyre kinda getting close! emphasize on kinda though

more silly little romance in the next chapter haha pls stay tuned

synopsis.

what happens when scaramouche, your rival since the first year of highschool, had some annoying admirers on his back? easy—he (fake) dates you to shoo them off. nothing can possibly go wrong with faking a relationship with the guy you hate, right?

spoiler: apparently, a lot can go wrong.

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iikkeee · 2 years ago

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Driving || s. harrington smut

Steve Harrington x reader smut!

Warnings: unsafe driving (?), unprotected, dirty talk, slight hand kink, oral male receiving, fingering, overall just very much horny lmao

y/f/m= your favorite movie

A/n: I have like two more episodes of season 4 but I cannot wait to make some Steve content so enjoy this, I’ll probably be making more of him and possibly Eddie this week or so!! Also I apologize for any spelling errors and I’m sorry it’s a little shorter

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You leaned on the counter of the Hawkins video store your face resting on your hands as you waited for customers. “You bored without me?” You heard Robin ask behind you as she jumped next to you, her arm wrapping around your shoulders “never” I replied laughing as she squeezed me. “Don’t have too much fun without me” Steve said looking down at the tapes in his hands swiftly placing them on the shelf’s “as if we could ever, dear mr Harrington” Robin replied doing a bow his way making him roll his eyes

“Ugh, why is nobody coming in?” you groaned “I thought you’d be happy with the lack of customers” Robin said her back leaning against the counter, her eyebrow raised “for the first time I’m surprisingly not” you replied sighing “for our busiest day this is way too calm” Steve said coming next your side “it’s almost closing time” Robin sang her hands up in jazz hands “speaking of which…y/n why don’t we hang out…. maybe watch a movie at my place?” Steve asked holding up your favorite movie in his hand, you scoffed snatching the tape from his hand “why should I?” you said leaning close to his face your noses touching “we can have some alone time, some peace quiet” he whispered hands resting on your waist “of course Steve” You said smiling “as if you could resist me” he teased giving you a quick peck, you giggled your arms resting on his shoulders

“Yuck! You guys are gross it physically pains me” Robin said covering her eyes “you’re just jealous” Steve said turning to her and sticking his tongue out “what of you shoving your tongue down y/n’s throat? No thanks!” She exclaimed as she grabbed her keys “anyways I’m going to head out, you guys should too” she said winking and shooting finger guns before walking through the doors. “Wow, she totally just made us close up by ourselves” you said chuckling “to be fair we did do that in front of her” Steve said sighing before grabbing his keys. We closed up quickly and went to his car, you slipped in the passenger seat “wow! Am I dreaming or am I sitting shotgun in Steve Harrington’s car!” You teased “haha, very funny.” He said rolling his eyes as he turned the key in the hole starting up the car.

You sighed as you heard the familiar music playing on the radio, glancing at him as he reversed in the parking lot. He looked perfect with his hair tossed and his shirt slightly raised, his slender fingers bouncing on the wheel. you gulped, your stomach starting to feel warm as you wondered how his fingers would feel in you needy hole “what are you looking?” He asked chuckling as he focused on the road “n-nothing” you replied stuttering before turning to look ahead, you tried to calm down you felt his hand come to rest on your thigh. You cursed internally hoping he wouldn’t feel the wet patch forming between your thighs, usually you would have no problem asking Steve to satisfy your needs or anything like that but knowing that you were in his car made you nervous.

His fingers caressed you thigh causing your legs to open and your skirt to rise up, your panties slightly visible, you shrunk in your seat slightly. He noticed and looked over to you curiously seeing your flushed face as he moved his hand closer to your cunt. “You could have just asked you know?” He said his hand gliding on your clothed cunt “shut up” you said hitting his shoulder. He laughed before moving your panties aside his finger running across your folds making you whimper slightly “you’re so wet and haven’t even touched you” he teased causing you to pout. He found your clit, rubbing circles on it mindlessly as he payed attention to the road. You moaned as you felt his finger slip between your folds into your hole. He moved his finger slowly causing you to whimper once more craving more, he placed another finger in, his slender fingers working skillfully as he started to go faster. You closed your eyes as you felt your stomach get warmer each time he thrusted his digits into you. You gasped as he moved his thumb on your swollen clit “shit Steve” you moaned, you hand coming to hold his in place forcing him to keep thrusting into you. You moaned loudly as you came, your walls clenching against his fingers.

“Shit” you cursed chuckling slightly, he moved his hand back onto his lap. You glanced to his pants seeing them get tighter, you moved in your seat slightly as you unbuttoned his jeans “y/n-“ he said glancing down at you “just returning the favor” you said before moving his briefs seeing his large member spring out, you leaned over more so that your head was right over his member. You licked from the base to the tip, before swirling your tongue on the tip tasting the precum on it. His breath hitched as he tried to focus on the road, you smirked before taking him fully gagging slightly from his size. You moved your head up and down using your hands to help get the rest of his member that you couldn’t get in fully. He groaned as you went faster, your head bobbing up and down as you felt him shift in his seat “fuck…” he cursed as his member twitched in your mouth, his white seed filling your mouth. You swallowed it as you moved back to your seat.

“Well shit…I’m surprised we didn’t crash” he said breathing heavily “tell me about it” you replied laughing. “We’re here though” you said looking outside the window to see his house “don’t think I’ll let you off easy” he said winking as he stepped outside of the car you followed behind him. He opened the front door hurriedly letting you in the house first before slamming the door shut. You turned around and before you knew it his lips were pressed against yours, his tongue moving into your mouth eagerly. You moved your hands into his hair moaning against his mouth, he held you firmly as your legs cradled his waist. He pulled away from your mouth before placing kisses down your neck biting and sucking on some parts before moving to your chest. You both quickly threw away your clothes, he moved to your boobs needing one of them as he sucked on the other. You moaned as he swirled his tongue around your sensitive buds, he moved to the other one giving it the same treatment.

His touch was intoxicating as he finally positioned himself to your hole, he looked at you for confirmation. You quickly nodded and moaned as he entered you roughly “fuck you’re so tight” he groaned as he moved quickly his mouth close to yours. Each of his thrusts were a powerful as the others causing him to get deep inside your cunt, his thrusts going to your g spot “Steve” you moaned as your boobs bounced up and down from the movement, your fingernails raked against his skin giving him scratch marks. He moaned as he felt it against his skin, “Steve…I’m close” you managed to breath out as you moaned countless times “me too” he said his head buried in your neck his lips moving to give you gentle kisses. “Steve!” “Y/n!” You both moaned out as you felt each other climax, you both breathed heavily.

He pulled out of you and your walls still clenched against nothing, “Well…that was nice” You breathed out “that’s an understatement” he replied before placing you down giving you a passionate kiss you returned it back and rested your arms on his shoulders “I love you” he said as he moved away “I love you too” you replied giving him a peck. “Can we watch y/f/m now?” He said his eyebrow raised “of course we can” you chuckled. You both cleaned up and you ended up putting on one of Steve’s shirts as you both cuddled up on the couch watching the movie with blankets surrounding you.

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calxide · 3 years ago

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⋆⁺ [ 015 ] most chaotic duo

warning/s: mentions of dead pet, familial issues, food (at the very end)

word count: 0.7k

Scaramouche noticed Y/N crying, who was currently sitting on one of the benches on the school campus. The area was quiet, there were a few people at this time, and most students, currently, are in their classes. It was a perfect time to cry without anyone minding you, and who cares anyway? This is college; you are expected to face many problems in your studies.

Y/N wiped her tears with the tissue she have. It was terrible, she had forgotten to bring her handkerchief. “Fate, why do you hate me so much?” she said through the sobs.

Scaramouche heaved a sigh and approached her quietly. He stood behind the bench and spoke in a hushed tone, “What might be the reason that made the mighty Y/N crying?”

The said female was startled; she jolted a bit by the sound of the familiar voice ringing through her ears. She turned around to see the owner of the voice, “Shortie- I mean, Scaramouche? Haha, was that your attempt to make me laugh?”

Hearing Scaramouche's snickering, she quickly chuckled to lighten the mood, "Just kidding. Why are you here?"

“I study here, remember?” Y/N snorted at his response.

She sighed, “Aren’t you supposed to be at class?”

“What about you?”

“Did you skip class too?”

Scaramouche didn't answer her question; instead, he sat beside her. He handed her his handkerchief without glancing at her. Y/N looked at him confused, “Uhm, thanks?”

“Just take it and never give it back.”

Y/N laughed at his statement, "Don't worry, I won't blow out my nose."

“Ew, would you please not say it that way?” Scaramouche grimaced, but it was clear that he only said that to stop his laughter.

“So.”

“Ladies first,” said Scaramouche, still not giving her a glance.

She chuckled softly, “Yeah, yeah, what a gentleman you are. But I’d prefer if you go first.”

“Tch, just wanna ask why you were crying.”

Y/N sighed deeply and wiped the remaining tears on her eyes with the help of Scaramouche's handkerchief. “Are you sure you won't find it boring? Eh, are you even willing to listen?”

“How bad do you think of me?” Scaramouche joked which made Y/N burst into laughter, “You’re actually a funny guy!”

Scaramouche rolled his eyes at her, “What? Are you going to talk or not?”

“Jeez, so impatient,” she sighed, “I failed my biology quiz.”

He looked at her in disbelief but let her continue talking. “I felt under pressure because of my parents' ーwell, my mother to be preciseー high expectations of me, and my cat recently died. I lost focus while answering the quiz, and the next thing I knew, it was time to pass the papers.”

“That’s one lengthy explanation, but I get why you’re crying. It must be hard… you know, the people you know have high expectations from you. And when you’re tired, you feel as if you don't deserve to rest because you have to meet their expectations.”

Y/N chuckled a little which made Scaramouche shoot her a deathly stare, “Why the fuck are you laughing?!”

“I-I’m sorry..! It’s just that it kinda feels comforting to know that someone understands me.” Scaramouche saw Y/N’s lips tugged into a small smile.

Suddenly, Y/N’s phone alarmed. “Okay! Time to stop mourning. Do you want to get some coffee? My treat,” Y/N stood up from her seat and stretched her arms to loosen up a bit.

Scaramouche shrugged, “It won’t hurt to get some coffee while cutting classes.” Y/N chuckled nervously at his statement, “Oh, haha, right, we’re cutting classes. But anyway..!”

They arrived at the school cafe, ordered their orders, and sat at the very back of the place. “Fufufu, so that’s the type of coffee that you like?”

“Yeah,” Scaramouche put his cup down, “What about it?”

“Nothing! Xiao also likes that kind of coffee.” Scaramouche nodded silently, How did I end up hanging out with her at a cafe…

“So… tell me about yourself.”

“I’d bore you to death if I do that.” Y/N laughed at his claim but urged him to do so.

He sighed, “Archons, you’re so annoying.”

“But you love me,” Y/N wiggled her eyebrows a bit to add some effect to her words. Although she meant it as a joke, she didn’t expect to see a blush on Scaramouche's face.

Y/N fought the temptation to laugh out loud. He cleared his throat and spoke, “Shut up will you.” It was more of a statement than a request.

“Okay, okay. Whatever you say.”

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⋆⁺ synopsis — Scaramouche, the person who tripped you on purpose just to see your despair expression on your face, hates how you always appear so happy in front of other people. He hated the fact that you find life enjoyable, unlike him. You, of course, hated him back. You don't understand why he goes to the extent to see your face crinkle in pure dismay. But what if you realize that the person who always laughs at your misery isn't so insufferable after you get to know him?

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therealrosebuddies · 2 years ago

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What’s love got to do with it?

Steve Harrington x Babysitter!Reader

Desc: You're barely a friend to Steve Harrington- if anything, you're maybe slightly more then acquaintances. But it turns out, if you help a guy save a small town, he tends to stick around more then you like. And now? He's making you go to Prom with him. It's strictly platonic- because that's the only reason you finally broke down and said yes. And it's going to stay that way.

Right?

Notes: (sorry haha) I found some time to write again! This just a set up/introduction for this quick story, as well as babysitter reader! So nothing crazy, but it’ll get there. Let me know if you like it, and I can actually make some more interesting chapters!! Thanks for reading :)

warnings: none ( for now )

(set between season 2 and 3!)

Part 2 Part 3

Or read the whole thing on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39508407

“(F/n). As a friend, I am asking you to do me a favor.” Steve Harrington pleaded, following close behind as you rolled the library cart down the aisle, looking for the familiar sign for C. When you didn’t immediately respond, he let out a loud whine- one loud enough to warrant attention. “Steve. Shut up!” You hissed, stopping the cart in front of the desired aisle. “Well, if you want me to whisper, then you need to pay attention.” Steve explained slowly as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I am.” You said, beginning to pick up a long list of books that belonged back in their section. Steve watched as you deliberately focused on your growing stack, fabric and binding creating soft, rhythmic echoes down the quiet corridor. “I just don’t care to entertain stupid questions.” Letting out an inaudible, albeit offended gasp, Steve watched as you stacked up your last book and promptly walked away from him. You were determined to not give him the time of day. Even with a job as boring as this one, you were hellbent on ignoring him and refused to even entertain his proposal. Thinking back on it, he wished you were still babysitting Dustin and the kids. At least that way he was able to actually talk. You’d still make most of the decisions anyway, but it would've been better then having to obey whatever rules your head librarian dictated. He watched as you wobbled on unsteady, pinching heels, the giant stack of books threatening to topple over with every movement. Despite your discomfort and obstacles, you straightened, as if more focused on your work ordered shoes than him. Steve raised an eyebrow at that. If you weren’t going to talk to him- he might as well help out.

Pushing past your cart quicker than you were moving, he slid up next to you and reached for your books. “Hey! What are you-” “Didn’t you say we needed to be quiet?” Steve interrupted, cutting off your harsh bark of surprise with a smug, open mouth smile. Your brows furrowed tight over the dusty stack, manicured hands slipping over thick pages as you tried to shift the pile away from him. Catching the first five books easily, he slipped them from the pile, smirking as you wordlessly pinned him with a wide-eyed glare, lips revolving open and shut. “Where does this one go?” He asked, trying to sound as polite as possible as he held one of the books, smiling helpfully. He would be a good librarians assistant- he knew it in his gut. “'A Clockwork Orange'?” You almost sneered at him, nose wrinkling as you snatched at the book with one hand, as if unafraid of your toppling book tower. “I think the system would be a little too much for you.” Steve shrugged as he lifted the book into the air, easily escaping your reach. “Yeah. I guess you’re right. The library organizing system probably would be too much for me to handle.” He admitted, watching you lose interest in his teasing and move on to the next book in your possession. “Do you wanna teach me?” You didn’t give him an answer. Expecting this, Steve slowly followed you down the aisle, eyes trained on the back of your head. He watched as you would stop, backtrack slightly and then strain to put a book away, sometimes too low, but most of the time it was just too high. And that precarious method of carrying books wasn’t helping anything. You were stubborn- he could give you that. But you were his only option- the only one that made sense. So he was going to convince you- whether you liked it or not. “How about this:” Steve began, putting his part of the stack on the floor and grabbing your most recent book, placing it in the spot you had been vying for. This close, he could feel your annoyed sigh brush across his collarbone, the smell minty. It was probably the brand of toothpaste you used- because he never saw you chewing gum. At least, that’s the only thing that made sense when he felt the smell linger. He shook his head, nose wrinkling as he decided to get back on track. “You teach me about your book system or whatever- and I teach you how to buy a prom dress.” “No, Steve.” You replied, seriously deadpan. “What’s wrong with that? Book system for a ticket to prom? Sound’s like a pretty good deal.” He explained proudly, leaning against the bookcase as one of his hands found his hip. Maybe if he played it off a little cooler, you wouldn’t be so embarrassed- and finally just say yes. “I’m not going to go to prom with you!” You contradicted, sending what felt like a sucker punch into his gut. Throat dry, he barely kept himself from stammering. “Why not?” “You know why not Harrington.” You said, shoving the last book into place with a loud ‘thunk’, perfectly timed to your glance his way. “I’m not going to prom with you, because it’s a waste of time. I don’t want to go.” “Yeah you do. Come on- it’s senior prom, and you’re telling me you don’t want to go?” You shrugged dismissively, focused solely on the library cart as if avoiding his eyes. “(F/n), everybody wants to go to prom. Just come with me- it’ll be fun.” Steve begged, starting to feel much less hopeful when he had first gotten the idea. It had made sense- the two of you going together. “And how is that again? Steve- we don’t like each other like that.” “Yeah!” He exclaimed, almost clapping his hands together before remembering he was in a library. You were finally starting to catch his drift. “It’ll be a fun way to hang out, two buddies who totally don’t like each other- getting dinner and then dancing the night away.” The next look you leveled at him could’ve curdled blood, lids low over entirely unimpressed eyes. “Steve. I thought you said we weren’t doing the bullshit thing anymore.” Ouch. He frowned, arms immediately folding as he shifted to lean a little harder against the shelves, heart heavy. You… you knew what that word meant to him. And he knew about the conversation you were referring to. Halloween night- the night he had lost Nancy. His car had been boxed in, but you hadn't left yet. And whether unfortunate or not, you had seen enough to understand. You had given him a ride home and he had vented about all of it to you. You… you had explained what Nancy meant about bullshit. You had been right on most accounts- except for the part about Nancy not actually wanting to break up. If you had been right, he wouldn’t have been pestering you now. He stared at you for a second, brows furrowing as he looked you over. Once again, you were apparently more focused on books than him, picking up and flipping over paper fossils like they were videotapes. But more than that, there was an underlying tension in your shoulders, a slight hunch that wasn’t there when you were at ease. Oh. The ‘bullshit’ thing meant you thought he was lying- or at least, not being honest with you. Steve felt the burn of guilt in the base of his throat, pushing off of the shelves with a sigh. He needed to fix this. “I… I’m not. I want to go with you.” He assured, trying to lead you away from the ‘bullshit’ train of thought. “Why would I ask you if I didn’t?” Letting out a huff, you put away 'Carrie' with a particularly vicious shove. “Well, then you’re lying about something else then. Or just not telling me the whole truth.” When you met his eyes, he saw it. You didn’t really hide anything from him- everything you said was what he saw there, in your eyes. If you were mad, you acted like it. Sad? You were going to be crying. That’s how you treated everyone- and he was realizing that honesty was what you liked. Not whatever showboating he was trying to pull to save his own ass. If Steve wanted you to go with him, he just needed to tell you the truth. You were lucky he liked you. Sighing, Steve grabbed his stack of books from off of the ground, standing next to you quietly. He held out 'Clockwork Orange'. Noticing him, you performed an almost imperceptible doubletake, and then promptly took the book from his hand, as if showing acceptance. Steve watched as you scanned the shelves and took a readying breath. “I want to have fun with you. I do. But I also just… I don’t want to show up alone- not when Nancy and Jonathan are going to be there.” You stopped mid-motion, up on your tiptoes. You looked at him over your shoulder, wide eyes the only visible piece of your face over a pressed white sleeve. Obviously, you hadn’t been expecting that. Steve would’ve smiled if he'd known you wouldn’t have minded. But he couldn’t risk pissing you off again. You recovered from your shock fairly quickly, pushing the book between its siblings and falling back to your heels, more pensive than before. For a moment Steve thought you were going to say yes. And then you shook your head. “Then take some other girl. I’m sure there are a few dozen who would love it if you did, and would definitely ‘make your night’.” “I’m not ready for that kind of thing.” Steve admitted quickly, knowing if he had said that around any of his old friends, they would’ve ribbed him for days. You were different. You cared. He knew by the way your fake smile dissolved when he admitted his inability to move on. “I want to go with you. You actually… you know what’s going on already, and I don’t feel like explaining it to anyone else.” Lips pressed together, you looked down at the few remaining books in your arms, sifting through them slowly. He knew you knew each book in that stack- but he gave you some time to think anyway. You glanced up at him through thick lashes, eyes narrow and brow furrowed. It looked like you were really thinking it over. “Come on (F/n).” Steve almost begged, “I just need a friend.” Then your nose did that little wrinkle- a little twitch that let him know everything he needed to before you said it. You let out a quiet groan, turning away from Steve quickly as he began to smile. You were pretending to look for another shelf to avoid him- but he already knew what you had decided, anticipation swooping through his stomach as he let that stupid grin creep up across his face. You turned to face him and almost let out another groan, eyes flickering across his smug face. “On one condition.” Steve nodded, sticking his tongue in his cheek. "Name it." "I'm not slow dancing with you." You decreed, lips tight and cheeks slightly flushed. You nodded at him- he nodded back with a smile. Your flat, neutral expression twitched, mouth turning up slightly and Steve laughed, pointing at you in a show of victory. You just rolled your eyes at him, walking away to finish your job. He watched you go, shoving his hands into his pockets. "It's a deal then?"

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triplexdoublex · 3 years ago

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Lets Get Deep

Pairing: Colson x Reader

Warnings/tags: soft smut but brief mentions of other kinks such as choking, golden showers , spanking, anal sex, and foot fetish while playing a game. Open relationships and prior loosing virginity as a teen also briefly discussed.

A/N: This is an AU, Colson’s not famous in this, just your roommate. Some of his answers to the questions may seem familiar as I took direct quotes from old interviews for some. Also ignore the fact this was supposed to be a V-day fic.

“Let’s Get Deep?,” your roommate Colson questions, reading the name of the card game you placed on the coffee table. “What is this? Some kind of sex game?… If ya wanted some V-day dick, ya coulda just asked, ya know I’m always more than happy to supply it,” he smirks. You know it’s true, the two of you have hooked up on more than one occasion.

“I know, “ you laugh. “Just thought it would be something fun to do since we’re both single as fuck on this stupid holiday.”

“Whatever.. beats jerking it alone in my room I guess .. and who knows maybe it will even lead to something,” he winks at you.

“Maybe if you play your cards right,” you laugh at your pun.

“You think you’re funny, huh?” He teases.

“I do actually, thank you very much so —“ you immaturely stick your tongue out at him.

“Well, one thing’s for sure.. I don’t need a card game to tell me you’re a brat!” He says suggestively.

Your face flushes with warmth at his comment. “Anyways… I’ll ask first,” you quickly change the attention to the game. “We’ll start with an icebreaker question,” you lift a card from the corresponding pile “Lights on or lights off?”

“Lights on! I fucking hate it when girls ask me to turn the lights off, it’s the biggest turn off. It’s like, what — Why? What are you hiding? I’m tryna see this shit.”

“Hey, some of us feel less self conscious with the lights off.” You respond.

“What’s a pretty little thing like you got to be self-conscious about?” He looks you up and down,before moving on. “Okay, next question— What do you think matters more, length or girth?”

“Hmm?” You think about it for a second “I’ll probably have to go with length.”

“No need to choose with me, baby. You know I got the best of both worlds” He grabs his dick through his black skinny jeans.

“We know, you got a big dick!” You roll your eyes playfully before asking the next question. “Why would you say your last relationship ended?”

“Pfft, that’s easy. Cuz I cheated,” he answers nonchalantly. “I fucking suck at being monogamous” he reaches for a card. “Haha perfect follow up card” he states before reading outloud : “What are your thoughts on open-relationships?…. ‘Fuck yes!’ That’s my thoughts.”

“Yeah, well the question wasn’t for you, it was for me! You quip . “But .. I guess it depends on the situation. I’ve never been an open-relationship before, but I wouldn’t be opposed to it,” you answer before choosing another card. “If you could sleep with any Celebrity who would it be?”

“Uhhh…Eva Mendez? I’m just trying to think of someone who looks like they’d have a pink butthole.”

“A pink butthole? You laugh. Damn you already made me self conscious about my feet with your foot fetish I know you have , now I gotta worry about my butthole too?

“For the record—“ he quickly wets then bites his bottom lip “you ain’t got nothing to worry about,'' he says with a smirk.

“Well, good to know,” you blush.

“Alright, my turn to ask?” He grabs a card from the ‘deep’ pile this time. “How old were you when you lost your virginity?

“Fourteen.”

“Damn, we were some horny kids,” he laughs “I was thirteen when I lost mine.”

“What do you think about Anal sex?” You ask the next question.

“Oh I am 200,000 percent all about that!

“So that’s why you were looking at my butthole?” You joke. “By the way … all you had to do was ask, I love me a good anal fuck”

“Nah, for real!? Most girls be making me have to beg for it.”

“For real.”

“Ok at what point do we just forget this game and go smash cuz I’m not lie I’m hard as fuck right now!” He says adjusting himself.

“Patience,” you laugh. “Think of it as foreplay— anyways your turn to ask me something.

“Okay, Choking or spanking? Well I already know for sure it’s being spanked, you love when I smack your ass,” he smiles at you.

“Wrong.. I like both!”

“Okayy, okayy,” he chuckles, “I’ll remember that!” He taps a finger on his temple.

“Favorite position?” You ask next.

“Definitely doggy, when she arch her back while I’m hitting it — ooff!” he let out a puff of air. “I’m not even grabbing a card this time— same question: favorite position?”

“I’m gonna have to go with doggy too, either that or when the dude has me folded like laundry with my fucking ankles by my ears— love how deep they can get like that.”

“Alright, time to turn up the heat, I’m going for a “deeper” question this time.” You state,. “Are you into Golden Showers?”

He hesitates briefly not knowing if he should really be honest with this one “….yes— ok next question” he quickly snatches up a card and begins to ask the next question “ What’s one thing—“

“Oh nnnna no, you're not getting away with that answer that easily,” you chuff.“ So like you’re for real into that? Giving or receiving?”

“Giving,” He admits “but hell yeah, If you have the right person with the right connection that’s a crazy little experience.”

“All right.. interesting,” you nod, not put off by the idea.

“Ok fuck the card I was gonna ask, you can ask it!” he tosses it to you. “The way you seemed totally unfazed by my answer , I gotta know — What’s your thoughts on golden showers?”

“I mean, it’s not like a kink of mine or anything but I’m definitely a ‘don’t knock it until you try it’ type person,” you smile.

“Damn, okay” he returns the smile.

You flip over the card Colson tossed to you “What’s one thing you’ve never done sexually, that you’ve always wanted to try but have been too embarrassed or nervous to ask for?

“I plead the 5th”

“Colson!” You laugh, it’s just a game, not court,” you joke. “C’mon. What could be worse than what you’ve already admitted tonight?”

“It’s not bad it’s just embarrassing and stupid,” he says sounding defeated.

“What if I tell you mine first, then will you tell me?” You question.

“Fine, he says reluctantly. “But only cuz I wanna know how much of a freak you are,” he smirks.

“Jesus, I can’t even make myself say this outloud” you blush, grabbing your phone and tapping at the screen. ”Here just look at my pornhub search history,” you cover your face with one hand, handing him the phone with the other.

“Y/N!” He gasps in shock. “You’re a FREAK , freak!”

“Ok, gimme my phone back,” you laugh, plucking it out of his hands. “Now what’s yours?”

“It ain’t nothing like that!” He chuckles, “Nah for real it’s lame and corny, you don’t wanna hear about it.”

“Colson!” You warn. “After what I just showed you I’m into, you better tell me!” You punch him playfully in the arm.

“Ugh fine… I’ve never —I’ve never had sex all romantic and shit, you know like—making love,” he says the last two words soft and quickly but you can still make them out. “I just wanna experience that at least one in my lifetime, but girls just always be wanting me to pound their brains out and shit, and besides I’m not sure I even know how to do the whole romantic thing.”

“Aww, Colson..” your heart breaks for him.

“See I told you it was lame and corny,” he reiterates, looking away from you.

“ No it isn’t, you deserve that , everyone deserves to experience that.”

After a few more rounds of questions you excuse yourself saying “I’ll be right back.”

When you finally emerge from your bedroom door you're wearing your favorite cream-colored, silk nightie. “Hey Colson..” you call sweetly, his head snapping up to look at you. “You think you could help me with something?”

“I sure can!” He smirks. “What do you need help with, Angel, getting out of that pretty little lingerie?”

“You’ll see,” you smile disappearing back into the bedroom, with Colson close behind.

“Woah, what’s this all about?” He asks curiously as he takes in the atmosphere of the dimly, candle lit room; the glowing flicker of tiny flames dancing in the dark like fireflies on a summer night.

“I know you said you prefer the lights on, but trust me on this,” you say, standing on your tiptoes to kiss his soft lips, your hands slowly undoing his belt.

“What exactly am I trusting you with?” he smirks, reaching behind him to pull his shirt over head, the ambient glow of flames licking at his tattooed torso.

“The one thing you’ve always wanted to try.” You answer letting his pants fall and pool around his ankles.

“You’d do that for me?” He says sweetly, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“I’ve done worse for you,” your laughter buzzes against Colson’s lips as he shushes you with a kiss.

His lips never leave yours as the two of you fall back onto the bed— Colson on top, your bodies migrating up the mattress in a series of waves as you rut against eachother still semi-clothed.

“Mmmm, take these off,” you mumble into his mouth not wanting to stop kissing as you tug on the waistband of his boxers.

“Yes, ma’am,” he smiles with his forehead pressed to yours while he helps you remove them. Once off, he slides your silky nightie up your thighs exposing your core to him. “Fuck!..” he lets out a breathy gasp at the sight of you not wearing any panties.

“One less thing for you to have to take off.” You giggle..

He responds wordlessly with a low groan, dipping his head to kiss and suck at your neck. With his left hand he thumbs one strap of your nightie, sliding it off your shoulder while his mouth gently marks up your clavicle. His other hand finds its way between your thighs, working your clit in slow circular motions with the pads of his fingers.

“Cols—“ your chest heaves, your hips stirring in tempo with his touch.

When he feels he has you sufficiently slicked, he guides his tip to your entrance, teasing himself through your folds before pushing in, immediately setting his usual hurried pace.

“Colson— slow…slow,” you instruct him. “Let yourself feel and fully experience each stroke,” you reach out to his hips , subduing his rhythm. His eyes slip shut momentarily as he wills his brain to downshift gears, allowing himself a more relaxed pace. “Want you to look at me, too,” you add. “While us being physically connected is important , us being emotionally and mentally connected is too if you want the true experience.

He obliges; his usually cold glacier eyes capturing the duality of fire and ice; the hot flickering orange flame of candle light melting their icy blue nature. You can’t help but get lost in them as they thaw into a serene sunset on the ocean. But then uncharacteristically, Colson pulls his bottom lip between his teeth in a timid manner.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” he blushes. “You just got me feeling like a virgin again — stomachs all full of butterflies ‘n shit,”

“That’s a good thing,” you state with a small laugh cradling his face with both hands before kissing him softly.

“Mmm, definitely a good thing,” he barely breaks the kiss to say. “Just not used to feeling like this, that’s all,” his words ghost across your lips between kisses.

You run your nails up and down his back in soft languid strokes in time with the gentle ebb and flow of his hips. Your mouths, only separate when necessary to breathe or speak; moans effortlessly and deliciously slipping down each other's throat like warm soup on a cold winter night.

Colson eventually pulls back to take a longer breather, “Fuck— so good. Mmmmmff” he tips his head toward the ceiling letting out a long, heavy exhale through his nostrils. “What did I do to deserve this?” He buries his face in your neck. “So good to me,” he says, tenderly kissing the column of flesh. “S’close, can I—?”

With your teeth sunk into your bottom lip— on the brink or orgasm yourself— you manage to nod “yes”. You know what he’s asking. He’s never finished in you before— on you yes: your stomach, your ass, your lower back, your face, you name it, but never in you. You didn’t want to ruin the romantic mood by making him pull out this time, and besides you’re on birth control.

“Uhhhh Cols!” Your legs begin to tremble around his hips as your own brewing orgasm begins to boil over.

“Y/N, ohh shit!” He cries out in pleasure as your walls pulse and contract around him triggering his own rush of ecstasy. Your bodies writhe in unison as you come down from your highs, eventually slowing until the only movement is from the quick and rapid intake of oxygen while you both catch your breath.

When you’ve both had a chance to collect yourselves, Colson pulls out and rolls to your side. “So I was thinking—about that open relationship?”

“I’d love to.” You smile, giving him yet another kiss.

“And the golden sh—“

“You’re pushing it!” You tease with a laugh. “One thing at a time.”

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