#either to him or the friend group. both of the friend groups

[kissyrafe]

sex with rafe but you're taunting him as a trick for him to get more aggressive w it

cw: smut, fem!reader, rough sex, teasing/taunting, jealousy sex, unprotected p in v sex, friends w/ benefits, mirror sex, i think i'm in love with over-the-counter sex, (not proofread!!!)

"i don't know what game you're tryna play right now-" rafe sounded pissed off as he dragged you by your arm into the bathroom. "but cut it out." he stared at you as you leaned against the marble counter, back pressing into the cold stone. he pierced through you with just a look, enough to make your knees weak.

"what game? i don't know what you're talking about." you smiled impishly, playing with the hem of your jean mini skirt. the truth was, you were oh so loving 'the game'. you saw how rafe stared at you the whole night as you flirted with another guy in the group. touching his arms and chest, leaning against him, everything. it was all to get a rise out of rafe, knowing he doesn't like it when you're around other guys; as if it mattered.

to clear it up, rafe and you are not together by any means. from the start of this "relationship", it was apparent that both of you were only looking to relieve yourselves sexually. there were to be no emotional connections. but still, you both can't help but feel slightly jealous when the other one is with someone else.

"cut the bullshit." rafe stepped closer to you, now peering down at your figure. "don't think i didn't see you basically throwing yourself at him." he scoffed, biting the inside of his cheek from frustration. rafe hated seeing you treat other guys the way he wanted only you to treat him. but obviously, he couldn't just come out and say it, that would mean you had something over him, which he hated even more; feeling weak.

"like i said," you adjusted yourself on the counter and stood on your toes, your mouth now leveled with rafe's ear, "i don't know what you're talking about," you whispered softly. rafe let out a small laugh, his voice velvety smooth. his large arms traveled to either side of you, making sure you went nowhere.

the tension and silence were so, very, hot. neither of you said anything as you stared into each other's eyes. this was a battle. swallowing the clump in your throat, you felt rafe's hand travel down under your skirt and to the plush skin of your thigh, inching closer to your core. "do you think he can satisfy you like i do?" he asked smugly, feeling the soaked fabric of your panties.

"oh rafe," you sigh, a smile creeping onto your face "i know he can make me feel so much better than you do."

"wanna make that bet?"

your weak hands gripped the edge of the counter as rafe pounded into you from behind. small moans escaped your mouth and filled the room, along with the sound of light skin slapping. "do you still think he fucks better than me?" rafe demanded, knowing the answer already. but what he forgot was that you can be more stubborn than him.

you nod your head, looking at rafe through the mirror as he frowns. "s-s'. much. b-better." you stutter out as you feel rafe going faster, your eyes shutting. he scoffed, sensing your bluff. his calloused hand came to your neck, squeezing around you tighter with every thrust into your sweet cunt.

"just admit it, y'know you want ta." he smirked, seeing how fucked out you were already. it never took long to make you release and succumb. rafe knew for a fact you'd never find anyone better than him, or at least anyone better at fucking you than him. maybe it was the way you would squirm as he entered you, or your sweet, delicate, moans and whimpers that flowed out your mouth like symphonies.

your walls wrapped around rafe's dick, lewd noises appearing with every push he made into you. at this point you could barely even hold yourself up. he made your whole body weak as you were fucked senseless by him.

it drove rafe mad how you successfully made him jealous, how you had a hold on him. i mean really, the kook king was jealous of some lowly guy who didn't know jack shit about you or the secret places on your body that would make you limp. he knew it was a mistake to just treat you like a fling because he wanted you to just be his.

"you can fuck, but you can't make a girl feel good," you choked out, knowing how to push his buttons. "is that so?" rafe merely took that as a sign to slow down his thrusts, but he only went in deeper. you could practically feel his cock bulging into your stomach from how far he went. your mouth hung open as you moaned, eyes swelling with tears from pleasure. you felt it to your core. "i'm the only one that can make this pussy feel good, yeah?"

you felt your orgasm build from rafe's low thrusts as he hurried his pace again, his orgasm approaching too. "r-rafe, i-i..." you fell incoherent and unable to form any real thoughts. "sweet thing is 'boutta cum all over m' cock," rafe was amused seeing you like this, so raw and flushed from pleasure. "c'mon, show me how this dick feels, tell me." with his hand still around your neck, he made you look at him again through the mirror. "d'ya see how you look? all 'cause of me?"

"c-cumming, rafe! pleaseplease!" you felt your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you came undone all over rafe's cock, much to his enjoyment. you felt his thrusts stutter as his seed poured into you, making your body surge with pleasure and warmth.

rafe slowly pulled out of you, making you feel so... empty. he turned you around to face him as he tried catching his breath. you looked at him with tired eyes when his hand went up to your face, holding one of your cheeks softly. "don't ever use a guy to make me fuck you again, or i won't go gentle. alright?"

[renren-006]

Familiar Eyes | Lucius Verus x fem reader

plot: eyes will look familiar when they belong to your best friend.

a/n: ahhh im obsesed!! I can't stop watching edits of Paul Mescal!!! I just had to write something for him. I also have another story idea I'm playing with for him as well! Let me know if you have any ideas for more Lucius stories!!

Word count: 2136

You sat in the emperor's box, watching the gladiators in the pits with curious eyes. Geta and Callicalla both sat in front of you, turning to see your expression every once in a while. They were both playing the game of waiting for you to grow yourself at them. You were playing the game of waiting till their deaths to celebrate. You wanted nothing to do with either emperor. You only wanted to sit and watch till it was time for you to take your leave. Lucille cast you a look of subtle remorse for the role you were thrown into, and you returned it with a small smile. You had known the woman for so many years, when you were younger you were her son's favorite friend. Lucius’s disappearance cast a hole in your heart and soul that could never be filled by anyone; your love for him lasted all these years and forever will. 

Your eyes again focused on the arena, already cleared of bodies and resetting for the next fight. The announcer's loud voice boomed through the Coliseum, causing an uproar from the spectators. Awaiting the next game was always torture, anticipating who or what would fight. 

When those doors opened and out came the group of gladiators, but one, in particular, fought your eye. A man with brown hair and the bluest eyes caught your attention. When he made eye contact, a sense of familiarity warmed your heart. He looked away almost as fast, leaning down to grab at the sandy gravel. You remember from your youth a particular gladiator used to do the same.

 It couldn’t be him, could it? 

The question swarmed your mind as you watched the man before you fight. It was mesmerizing watching him move around the arena; it was an art. How he moved around the arena reminded you of the boy you used to watch play “gladiator” with his guards. He would always have you watch and clap when he had won, always smiling brightly when you sang him praise. As you watched him, the realization shone through your eyes; Lucius was the gladiator. You wanted to scream, to run into that pit and throw your arms over that boy you loved and thought lost. You looked to Lucilla whose face was unreadable and calculating, she too was watching Lucius. When the game was over, and he and a few of his men won, you knew you had to wait and be careful before you ran to see him. 

It wasn't until late in the evening when you rode our horse over with one of your guards and snuck inside the gladiator's cells and training grounds. You watched some of the men in the late hours training, and a few stopped and stared as you passed through the halls through the cell you were told Lucius was in. As the door opened, you saw the man sitting facing away from you. 

“To go from the boy who played gladiator with his guards to being one in the Collosiem is quite a jump,” you said, causing Lucius to slowly turn, “or have I mistaken you for my best friend?”

“You have the wrong person,” he said; the hurt look in his eyes told you enough. The man in front of you was not him, not anymore. Lucius was a diffrent person. 

“Ah. Seems I am wrong,” you said, stepping back and slowly turning to be able to tell the guards to let you out. A hand came up and took your wrist lightly. You jumped slightly. 

“Your best friend…the one you thought I was…why did you think I was him?” he asked. 

“When I looked in your eyes, you made me feel like I was looking at him. My heart felt whole again.” you told him, “Sorry to have bothered you, gladiator.” His hold on you loosened, and your hand slipped out when you left his cell. You didn't turn to see if he was still watching, but the feeling you got told you he was.

The next time you saw Lucius was the next round of gladiator fights he was to partake in. Another group battle was to commence. Watching Lucius, you could see there was a fire in him today. He glanced at at the box to see you, you tried your best to hide your gaze but it failed. Lucius gritted his teeth and looked back to fight. 

“Seems that Gladiator has an attitude today,” spoke Geta, “I hope it foils his game”

“I hope he proves you wrong,” you said. Geta's eyes met yours, and fury was in them. His face folded into anger. 

“How dare you speak to me that way. We have done you favors, making you a woman of high status,” Geta said, “Would you like that to be changed?” “It seems I spoke without thinking; truly, I am at your mercy,” you spoke, bowing your head toward the emperor. You knew your mouth would get you in trouble one day. These emperors tested you constantly, and the game you played was tiresome. Geta and Callicalla expected things from you, but you never gave in. Their feelings of annoyance were always made clear to you about this affair. 

“Sit,” he spoke. “We shall not rid you of your status today,” Calicalla said from his chair. The man was relaxed in his chair with that pet monkey he loved. Geta sat down, letting the words of his brother flow over him. You bowed your head again before looking back towards the fight. Lucius caught your eye. He had seen the spectacle. A small smirk appeared on his face, one matching that same boy from the courtyard. You smiled slightly, this boy has a history untold to you making him difficult to understand. You were desperate to understand. 

You revisited him a few nights after his battle. He was waiting for you this time. Lucius sat on his bed, watching the door with intensity. When you entered, it was clear he wanted you there. 

“I was waiting for you to come,” he told you. 

“I can see that. I tried to come sooner, but…had to play the role I am stuck in,” you told him. He scooted over in his bed. You took that as an invitation to sit next to him. Your blue dress flowed around you as you did. 

“I see,” he said. You both sat in silence. Lucius nervously played with his hands, something he never grew out of. 

“I have to know; you are Lucius, right?” You asked him, eyeing him hopefully. Lucius nodded. 

“I am”

“Why lie to me?”

“I am not the same boy you knew, y/n,” He told you. You laughed a bit and smiled at him.

“You think I would care if you were? You were gone for almost 20 years, Lucius. I should not expect you to be the same. I know I am not”

“You are a woman of status now,” he said. You nodded your head.

“Underneath, I am still the same,” you told him. “I hate this role I was shoved into”

“What happened when I left?” he asked you. 

“Rome was in disarray for so long, they still are. No one truly likes the emperors, and they are too blind to see the hate people have for them.” You told him, “I was still working in the palace when they came into power. For some reason, they wanted me, so they gave me a higher status, a ploy for me to…marry one of them,” you spoke slowly, looking up a few times. Lucious had his hands in his lap, fiddling. It was enough for Lucious to understand that there was a game at play with the gladiators and in Rome.

“Have you?”

“No” you spoke fast, meeting Lucius eyes. 

“The emperors are not happy about that.” The open-endedness of his statement answered itself. Lucius had always been a smart boy. Even when his uncle played emperor in his palace, he could see through it all. Rome had always been home to a game, not the gladiatorial games, which was worse. 

Lucius started calling on you throughout the week. You would enter the gladiator's home and walk with him, watch him train, or even sit with him and talk. You knew these meetings would get to the emperors sooner or later, and with what was conspiring behind closed doors, you knew it was sooner. Lucius was informed by his mother of the plan she and Acacius were planning. He didn't particularly like the man, but seeing how happy her mother was with him, he let his hatred die. He never would tell you that a part of him was also less hateful because he had found you again. 

It became apparent the word of your meetings had spread to the emperor's ears. The tretory of your betrayal to the emperor's hearts while the tretory of two others came to light the same night. You stood in their halls in your evening gown, feeling as though you wore nothing. Acacius and Lucilla stood in the halls, too. 

“You have betrayed your emperors,” Geta yelled, “You have betrayed our hearts,” He yelled at you as he grabbed your hair. A shrill cry left your mouth. “Do you love this gladiator? Hm? Should I make a show of his death for you”

“No! Please!” you spoke. Geta sparked a plan brewing.

“When I make a show of your treasuries, I shall put this…whore…on display as well. Show these gladiators never to mess with what is mine” 

You stood on the balcony with the emperors, your hands bound, and a giant bruise was forming on your cheek. They had not done too much, but the show of your night clothes, a bruise, and unkept hair was enough for the people of Rome to know something had happened. Next to you stood Lucilla, a similar unkept state about her. 

“Today! We have some traitors in our mist!” In the pits was Acacius. You watched as he fought and as Lucius entered the pits. He saw his mother, and he saw you. When you made eye contact, Geta grabbed your face.

 “In horror of the betrayal of Acacius and the lover to my betrothed. Fight to the death.” Lucius was furious and wanted revenge on Acacius for his actions in Numdia. You watched as they fought; he was angry.

“Do you see now why you should have kept your promise” Calliclla spoke. You looked at him with hatred in your eyes.

“I will never be with you or your brother,” You told him. The slap rang in your ears and turned the heads of others. Lucius and Acacius both stopped and looked at the emperor's box. Lucius stepped twords the box.

“No,” you said to him; Callicalla didn't like this. He took your face in his hands and made you look at him. You wished your life at come to this moment. 

“Let her go” Lucius yelled twords the box. 

“Back to your game, gladiator. Kill the general, and all will end for today,” Geta told him. When Lucius refused to end the general's life, his was taken anyway. You watched as the crowd took uproar at the action. A small smirk played on your lips.

“You think my hate for you is small,” you told Callicalla. “Try Romes hate.” You were let go when the mob started their terror in the stands. The Romans disrupted so much that you managed to be forgotten about and were released. You ran down to the gladiators, many letting you pass so you could get to Lucius. He turned in the hallway as he heard your footsteps. When you saw him face you, he started walking towards you, picking you up in his arms and holding you tight. 

“I will never let you go again” He spoke softly to you.

When all was done in Rome, you could finally rest. Sleep came easy to you next to Lucius in his mother's home. A new room and bed to accommodate the older prince. You were brought to his home and welcomed warmly by the others. You were no longer the mistress of the emperors but the wife of the Prince of Rome, your true love. You lay next to him, watching the stars through the window. 

“Awake are we?” Lucius asked. 

“How am I to sleep when you are here, home, next to me,” you spoke to him, smiling. Lucus met the smile with a kiss.

“Sleep my love,” he told you, “I will be here when you wake”

[v4mp-re]

𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲

SUMMARY: When your childhood best friend Theodore Nott sleeps with you one night, your feelings for him over complicate the delicacy of the situation. ᴛʀᴏᴘᴇ: childhood bestfriend! Theodore Nott x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 2.3k

T.W: Angst, mentions of lost of parental figure (mother), commitment issues, implications of sex, mentions of the word "porn", mentions of smoking, drinking and promiscuity, the word "fat" used with slight negative connotation, google translated Italian.

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It was as if all hell broke loose.

Ever since you've been young, your memories have been stained with that of the presence of your best friend, Theodore Nott. Influential pureblood families had to stick together, that and it just so happened that your mothers were good friends. You were about 5 when news of his mother's death came around, still remembering the tear stained cheeks belonging to none other than him.

That was the only time you'd seen him cry before.

The two did everything together, from getting their Hogwarts acceptance letters to getting sorted into the same house and forming a friend group of their own.

The group worked as sort of a combination of both your close friend groups, yours consisting of Pansy and Astoria and his of Mattheo and Lorenzo. It was just the 6 of them for a while until Pansy introduced Draco, who brought Blaise with him, and eventually joined the group as well.

Things changed in 5th year.

What at first seemed like Theodore reconnecting with his mother's death and coming to terms with it, turned into smoking, obsessive drinking and even whoring around. It wasn't something you necessarily expected either, growing up, he was always that chubby kid that you'd befriend but always depised when it came his turn to sit on the swing. Now however, he was different. He had grown, obviously, but puberty laced with Mattheo's influence, shaped him into the man he is today. And as much as you hated to admit it, he was gorgeous.

Theodore Nott. The very boy you grew up with, was now this tall, rich, Italian pureblood, slytherin boy that every girl wanted to get with, far from the ''fat geeky kid'' he used to be.

So what else could he do other than to embrace it?He had never gotten this much attention before and it wasn't as if the girls of Hogwarts were all a pain to look at, plus, Mattheo had showed him enough porn to know what to do, right?

His inexperience wasn't known to you. Surely you thought he had slept with you with the intention of wanting to get together, afterall he was your bestfriend and you both knew each other practically your whole lives. So you took his drunken kiss as a confession, the way his hands slid into your hair, how his tongue slid itself into your mouth, down to the way he looked at you as you laid there bare for him for the first time.

You should have known better.

By the time you woke up, he was gone. His presence almost non existent, except for the faint smell of him still lingering in the air, the only indicator that what happened last night wasn't a wild dream of yours. You thought nothing much of it, getting ready when the sight of your skin littered with hickeys made you freeze. You weren't drunk but you weren't necessarily sober last night either, for it being both your first times, it surely didn't felt like it. Your bodies felt like they were made for each other, and in a way you were conviced you were too.

You got ready, making sure to cover up the bruises claiming your neck as you walked to the great hall. You had been friends long enough to know that Lorenzo's love for the school's food had rubbed off on the others as well. You knew exactly where to look.

Though the sight you were greeted with wasn't necessarily pleasant.

Sitting at where you usually did, was Daphne Greengrass, a gorgeous blonde slytherin that just so happened to be the same year as you guys. Theodore's arm drapped right across her shoulder.

Mattheo, whom was previously in a conversation with Theodore, spots you almost instantly. He smiles that charming grin he always carried, one that you grew to adore, before calling you over. Theodore doesn't even glance.

With your original seat currently occupied by a girl, of which none if them had ever talked to prior, you sat beside the spare spot near Mattheo, who immediately pulls you closer to him by your hips. A gesture you normally would pull away from, yet the sight of Theodore being so cozy with another girl after the night you too had together was a new kind of pain you wish you never knew.

The insistent giggles coming from Daphne felt like a knife getting plunged deeper and deeper into your chest, knowing that the reason for said giggles was the man beside her, so carelessly whispering in her ear as his hand played with her hair.

''You're awfully quiet.'' A voice that unmistakably belonged to no other than Lorenzo. His eyes ever so slightly flickering to the way Mattheo's hand was still snaked around your waist, in which his fingers were carefully drawing patterns against the fabric of your skirt.

''I'm just tired'' You spoke, a slight smile gracing your features though your words carried a certain innuendo to it, one only Theodore could pick up, one which he ignored so openly.

Mattheo's low chuckle unmistakable, his arms moving to wrap around your waist, head nuzzled in the spot between your neck and shoulder. His breath ghosting against the surface of your neck.

Your eyes flickered to Theo, who, would once immediately tell Mattheo off, now sat occupied with the pretty blonde. His eyes fixed on hers like she was the only person that mattered. The glimpses of the night prior, the way he looked at you, how he treated you with such care, now a fleeting memory.

You felt used. Like Theodore had taken advantage of your friendship together and used it as a cheap way to test out what he already knew. Toying with a lot more than you had let on.

It was then on that you decided to distance from the Italian, something he had barely noticed until he strolled into the potions classroom, after flirting with random girls throughout the whole duration of the morning, to an empty spot which you normally occupied.

It was abnormal to him, you were his potions partner, his seat mate that allowed him to copy off you on tests, the one person who could help him pass the class, yet there you were, sitting with Mattheo instead of him.

It wasn't as if finding a new seatmate was hard, almost immediately, a brunette ravenclaw sat beside him, her friends giggling from the seat behind her, but she wasn't you.

As the class went on, Theodore found himself looking your way. His eyes would linger on the way you ever so carefully measured the ingredients and placed them to the side, a gesture that his current partner didn't care to do. How you laughed when Mattheo so dropped the eye of newt in an attempt to flirt with you.

It infuriated Theodore, but god was he too stubborn to admit it.

The smell of alcohol reeked the common room, the blasting of the music through the speakers weighing heavily on the countless of sweaty, intoxicated teenagers present, all of which, unbothered by it.

Draco had thrown possibly the 4th party in the past 4 months, all of which, you had previously attended on Theodore's insistence. This time, it was on someone's insistence, though not his.

Heels clicking with every step, you weaved towards the familiar green leather couch situated in front of the fireplace. Spotting your usual friend group, all of which slightly drunk and possibly high.

Mattheo, ever the observant, spots you almost immediately.

''For a second there I thought you wouldn't show'' His voice laced with amusement, it was clear he had probably been drinking prior, the scent of alcohol lingering with every breath he took.

He doesn't await a response before wrapping his arm around your waist, an action that doesn't go unnoticed by Theodore Nott, who in turn, pushes off the slytherin girl who was previously seated on his lap, before abruptly standing up.

You knew better than to follow after him, that Theodore Nott was no longer any of your business, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't care about him anymore.

Moving out of Mattheo's grasp under the excuse of wanting a drink, you made your way to the one place you knew Theo would be.

Theodore knew you'd come after him, you always have. The clicking of your heels an echoing reminder of your fleeting friendship. The once obnoxiously loud music now muted by the glass of the common room balcony.

You knew he'd be there, he always was. "Why are you doing this to me?" He spoke, his gaze fixed on the moonlight that reflected off the black lake, now even darker. The only flicker of light coming from his lighter as he brings it to the cigarette hanging off his lips.

"Doing what Theodore?" You spoke, your tone unconsciously laced with irritation and an air of indifference to his dishriveled appearance.

He pulls the cigarette away from his mouth, letting out a trail of smoke in it's path.

"Cazzo. (fuck) You know what I mean! You and Mattheo! Mio Dio, mi sta facendo impazzire!" (My God, it's driving me crazy) He turns to face you and for the first time tonight, you catch a glimpse of his expression.

It's been years since you've seen Theodore Nott cry, and yet here he was.

He moves towards the lounge chair, sitting at the edge, cigarette long forgotten. His shoulders shake with the kind of sorrow that you've only ever saw once in your life, his face buried in his hands.

"È come se ti stessi perdendo." (It's like I'm losing you) He mumbles ever so slightly, looking up for the first time as his gaze catches yours.

You knew there was no turning back. With your resolved crumbling at the seams, you moved to sit beside him on the chair. "I can't lose you, né a Matteo, né a nessuno" (not to Mattheo, not to anyone)

His cheeks were tear-stained as he stared out toward the lake. The party music in the background had grown faint, almost as if the world itself had narrowed to just the two of you.

But you weren’t having it.

"This isn't fair. You can't just sleep with me and then act like nothing happened! You can't just toss me aside like I was nothing and then get mad when Mattheo suddenly takes interest in me!"

"I don't get why you're bringing up that night we slept together. non è stato un grosso problema." (it wasn't a big deal)

"It was a big deal!" Your voice cracked, the weight of your emotions pouring out with every word.

"And why’s that?!" he snapped back, his voice sharp and defensive, but there was something else there—something unspoken, trembling beneath his anger.

"Because I love you!" The confession tore from your chest like a wound finally bursting open, raw and unfiltered. For a moment, the world seemed to still, the air between you heavy with the gravity of what you’d just said.

He froze, his breath hitching as his eyes searched yours. You could see it—the flicker of vulnerability in the depths of his gaze, the way his jaw tightened as if trying to hold back a storm of emotions.

"You love me?" he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper now, as though the words were too fragile to say out loud.

"Yeah," your voice trembling but resolute. "I have loved you ever since first year, and it's killing me that you're pushing me away and acting like nothing happened!"

"Yeah, well, maybe I’m pushing you away because I don’t know how to stop myself from destroying everything good in my life!" he snapped, his voice breaking. He stood up abruptly, running a hand through his hair as he paced in frustration. "You think this is easy for me? You think I don’t hate myself every second for the way I treat you?"

"Then stop doing it!" you cried, standing as well, your voice trembling with anger and pain. "Stop acting like you’re some broken thing that can’t be fixed. I see you, Theo. I’ve always seen you. And you’re not broken—you’re scared. But so am I!"

He stopped pacing, his back to you, his shoulders tense. "You don’t understand," he muttered, his voice low.

"Then make me understand!" you pleaded, stepping closer, your heart hammering in your chest. "Tell me why it’s so hard for you to believe that I love you. I’ve seen the parts of you you’re too scared to show anyone else. And I’m still here, aren’t I?"

He let out a shaky breath, his shoulders slumping as if the weight of his own self-loathing was finally too much to carry. "I’m scared," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I’m scared of what happens if I let myself believe it—believe you. Because what if I lose you? What if I ruin it?"

"You’re already losing me," you said softly, tears slipping down your cheeks now. "Every time you push me away, every time you act like this—like we don’t matter—you’re losing me a little more."

For a moment, he said nothing, his gaze fixed on the ground. Then, slowly, he looked up, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch.

"I don’t want to lose you," he whispered, his voice cracking under the weight of his confession.

"Then stop pushing me away," you pleaded, taking another step closer. "Stop pretending you don’t feel this too."

He hesitated, his lips parting as if to argue, but then he closed the distance between you in one swift, desperate motion. His arms wrapped around you tightly, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he let himself break in your embrace.

"I’m sorry," he murmured against your shoulder, his voice muffled but filled with raw sincerity. "I’m so sorry."

And as you held him, feeling the tension slowly leave his body, you knew that this was the beginning—not an easy one, but one where neither of you would have to carry the weight alone anymore.

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[usomads]

Hi 🌚 first time request from a friendly reader!

Could you do a Damian Priest as Santa smutty one shot? 🤭

Masquerade // Damian Priest x Reader

Author’s Note -> Hi, I saw this wayyyy too late for Christmas so instead we’re taking on New Year’s! This one is soooo long (my bad) but I really love this idea and hope y’all do too. Happy reading!

Plot -> A mystery man and a mystery woman cross paths for the first time, or is it? 

Pairings -> Damian Priest x Fem!Reader

Warnings -> Angst, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Hickies, Oral Sex (Fem!Receiving), Papi Kink, Unprotected P in V, Public Sex, Creampie, MDNI

Word Count -> 3.4k

Sounds of bass thumping instantly filled your ears as you walked towards the entrance of the large house in front of you, wearing a shimmering gown that hugged your curves in all the right ways. You had been invited to a New Year’s Eve party by your best friend, Damian, but this wasn’t just any party. The host this year evidently wanted to switch things up so instead of the typical New Year’s party they decided to go with a theme, which was why an intricate silver mask adorned your face and hid your identity- the theme was masquerade. You reached the steps, pulling your phone out of your clutch and checking your texts, seeing a message from Damian sent about 5 minutes ago:

“I’ll keep an eye out for you tonight. I know you well enough that a mask won’t hide you from me 😉”

Your thumbs pressed the screen typing out a witty reply, but before you could press send your screen turned black. Shit, you cursed to yourself. You stared at the dead phone in your hands for a moment, thinking back to your preparations from earlier in the evening and scolding yourself for not thinking about putting your phone on the charger before you came. Shaking your head, you slipped your phone back into your clutch and headed inside, showing the invitation to the security at the door. The house was insane, you had never stepped foot in something so nice before, and the fact that you were here without Damian made it all the more nerve-wracking for you. Nothing a drink can’t fix though, right? Your eyes scanned the room looking for any sign of alcohol and spotted a bar at the other end of the room, adjusting the mask on your eyes and walking to it. The room buzzed around you, groups of people talking amongst each other, people dancing in the center, and music playing loudly over the speakers. You reached the bar and sat down, ordering a glass of champagne and watching the party around you until your eyes locked on a figure standing across the room from you, holding a glass of champagne himself and leaning against a pillar. The two of you stare at each other for what feels like a century and you swear the party surrounding you fades entirely, almost as if it were just the two of you. Seeing no sign of Damian anywhere and feeling bold, you stood up from the stool and walked over to him, your hips swaying as he continued to stare you down.

“You know, people either hide in the shadows because they’re looking for something or they want to come off as mysterious. So what might you be hiding?” You grinned at the man in front of you, teasing him with your words. He laughs, a smirk lining his lips as he speaks.

“A bit of both,” the man sipped his drink before continuing, “I could say the same about you. Are you always this bold, or is the mask talking for you?” 

You lean closer to him, lowering your voice. “Maybe it’s the mask… or maybe I’m just intrigued.”

“Intrigued, huh?” His finger traces the fluke in your hand, maintaining eye contact with you. “You might be too curious for your own good.”

A playful look crosses your face as you lean closer to him, your lips brushing his ear. “I’m just getting started. But if you don’t wanna play then…”

He laughs, clearly amused. “Who said I didn’t wanna play? I’ll go as far as you let me… so long as you can keep up.”

“Oh, I’m sure I can. But can you handle me?”

The tone in the man’s voice changes, laced with something deeper. Desire. He leans in, his arm brushing yours as he whispers in your ear. “You’re playing a dangerous game, sweetheart. I’d be careful if I were you…”

“Maybe I like a bit of danger,” your voice rang low in his ears, daring him to make a move. And he did, scanning you from head to toe before extending a hand for you to take. You obliged, wrapping your fingers around the rough surface of his palm as he guided you to the dance floor, pulling you closer to him as those same hands found their way to your waist. The heat radiates between you as your bodies sway to the beat of the music. 

“You’re not too bad at this,” you smirk at him.

“Not bad? I was hoping for resounding praise.”  His tone teases, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

“Alright, let’s not get carried away,” you laugh softly.

“What if I want to?” His eyes lock onto yours and send a shiver down your spine. All of a sudden, it’s just the two of you in this room. You realize you’re completely drawn to him in this moment, drawn to the mystery of the man before you. The thrill and the danger ignites something deep inside you, something you weren’t expecting to feel tonight. You’re brought back to reality by the sound of the crowd roaring around you, counting down to midnight. A fire burns between you with every count down to zero, and the mystery man you’ve been accompanied by all night leans down to you, his lips hovering over your own.

Five. “I think I have to kiss you.”

Four. “You think?” You tease.

Three. He tilts your head by your chin, his lips dangerously close to brushing yours.

Two. The electricity between you is intense, the anticipation growing with each passing second. His eyes are dark as they start into your own, flickering between them and your lips.

Before the last second he closes the gap between you, kissing you with a passion that takes the air out of your lungs. The kiss is deep, intense, and filled with something that you clearly can’t deny as you finally part, leaving you both breathless and momentarily stunned. 

“I never caught your name,” he smiles. 

“Why don’t we start with the masks?” You laugh, nerves slowly take over as you respond. The both of you hesitate momentarily, reaching up to remove the coverings from your faces, a slight nervousness overtaking you. Shock sets in instantly as you slowly reveal your identities to each other, realizing you knew very well who had captured your undivided attention all evening… in fact, you knew too well.

“D-Damian?”

“Y/N?” Damian smiles, a soft chuckle erupting from his chest. “I can’t believe we didn’t realize sooner, some friends we are right?” 

Your soft smile falters slightly, unconsciously dropping at the mention of you being just friends. Your mind was in a daze, having trouble wrapping your head around the fact that the man who drew you in so easily, captivated you, consumed your thoughts all evening– made you crave him in more ways than one was, in fact, your best friend. Suddenly you didn’t want to hear him call you his ‘friend’, and maybe that’s something you’ve been trying to suppress for a while, but now it was impossible to ignore. 

“Yeah…” you mumbled, “friends.” Damian’s brows furrowed at your sudden change in demeanor, his smile also faltering in an attempt to read you.

“Y/N…”

“I need some air...” You brushed past him quickly, retreating before he could follow you– leaving him alone on the dance floor.

After wandering around the house for a while, trying to find somewhere secluded, you stumbled upon a private balcony. You stepped outside, the cool and crisp air pricking your skin instantly as you held onto the railing and tried to calm your breathing. Tears brimmed your eyes as you replayed the events of this evening in your mind, from the conversation to the dancing to the kiss. The kiss. How could you not have known it was Damian? How could you have let this happen? And why did you want it to happen again, and again, and again? 

Damian’s words replayed in your head as a stray tear landed on your cheek– no. You couldn’t do this. You couldn’t hide anymore. You wanted Damian, and tonight solidified it. And for a moment, when neither knew who the other was, you knew he did too. You knew he felt it too– that spark, that desire, that need. It was in the way his lips brushed against your ear as he teased you, in the possessive way his hands would find your waist, in the way his lips found yours with such passion and need. And now that you were no longer behind a mask, it was back to ‘just friends’. Back to ‘normal.’ But you knew it would never be ‘normal’ again.

“Y/N,” you were pulled from your thoughts by Damian, who from the sound of him catching his breath sounded like he had been running around the entire house trying to find you. You wiped your face, trying to hide that you had been crying, and spoke up.

“Leave me alone, Dames.” You refused to look at him, staring out at the garden below the balcony, trying to distance yourself from him.

“Y/N, please, talk to me.” He reached for you, his hand brushing your arm, but you swatted it away and turned towards him.

“I said leave me alone, Damian.” Your voice was more stern as you turned to face him, your eyes tinted with red and giving away that you had been crying. Damian’s worried gaze softens as he notices, a pang in his chest growing as he knows he’s responsible.

“Y/N, you know I can’t do that–”

“You’re gonna have to.” You tried to move away from him but he stops you in your tracks, searching your face.

“No! No, Y/N, I won’t. Something’s bothering you… was it the kiss?” You grow quiet, looking down at your feet as to try to avoid having to discuss it but Damian doesn’t let that happen. “Was the kiss not good? What’s going on, Y/N? Please, talk to me. I wanna know what’s wrong…”

“No, the kiss was great. I mean–” you shake the thought out of your head, trying to correct yourself. “The kiss was fine.”

“So what’s the issue? I–” Damian’s face lights up as realization hits him.

“That’s the issue, Dames. It shouldn’t have been that good. We’re friends–”

“But you don’t want that…” Damian studies you as you grow quiet again. He lifts your chin and your eyes flutter closed, not wanting to look at him. “And I don’t want that either.”

Your eyes open at his confession, wide as they search for his. If your head wasn’t spinning before, it sure was now as you tried to make sense of what was happening. He’s not serious, right?

“I am,” he chuckled. Shit, did I say that out loud? Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as he continues. “I’ve felt that way for a long time now… I don’t want to go back to how it was before, Y/N– I don’t think either of us want to.” “But you sa–”

“Fuck what I said,” he whispers. “I’ve been hiding how I feel for too damn long. Being with you tonight, albeit under a mask, was the best night of my life…” he thinks about his words, almost reminiscing the events from earlier as he spoke. “To be able to kiss you, flirt with you, touch you how I’ve wanted to for so long… I’ll be damned if I give that up. And something tells me you don’t want me to either.” He eyes you carefully, watching as you take in this revelation from him and, in his mind, pleading with you to feel the same.

“I don’t…” you mumble, your voice lower than a whisper– nearly inaudible.

“I can’t hear you, darling, tell me what you want.” He lifts your chin again, wanting to hear what he’s been dying to hear for months finally fall from your lips. 

“You, Dame,” you whisper, a little louder than before. “I want you.”

His lips crash into yours hard, making you stumble backward and hit your back on the railing of the balcony. You hiss at the cool metal touching your skin, allowing him entrance and his tongue to dominate your mouth. His hands find your sides, turning you around and pulling your body into his. His mouth finds your neck just under your right ear, sucking and biting on the skin as one arm keeps you pressed against him– his hardening cock grinding on your ass, and the other dancing up your spine and finding the zipper of your dress. He slowly drags it down your back, his fingers sending chills throughout your body and a familiar ache to your core. 

“D-Dames,” you moan quietly, his mouth pressing wet kisses along your jaw, “S-someone could s-see us..”

“Let them.” He growled in your ear, “I’m not leaving this party, this balcony, until I get what’s mine.” You whimpered, his words sending a pool of wetness to the place you craved him most. You let the dress pool at your ankles, now topless in only a pair of lace panties– the cool January air hardening your nipples upon contact. You instinctively cover your breasts, feeling completely exposed to not just Damian but to any potential onlookers vying for a show. 

“Uh, uh,” Damian’s hands removed your arms from your chest, “you don’t get to hide from me anymore, you understand? I wanna see you, all of you.” You nod, letting your arms drop to their sides and allowing him to take you in completely. 

“So fuckin’ beautiful, Y/N. I’m in awe of you, baby girl.” You blush for what seemed to be the millionth time this evening as he reconnects your lips, slower and more passionate than the last. Damian wanted you to feel what he felt for you, packaged up in a singular kiss, as his lips massaged yours deeply and lovingly now. He began to work down your body, dropping to his knees to come face to face with your throbbing core– dripping and aching all for him. 

“Sweetheart, you’re a mess… who’s got you like this, hmm?” You whined, involuntary bucking your hips towards him in an attempt to get him to touch you. 

“Please…”

“Gotta answer me first,” he smirked below you, loving how needy he had you. How you were completely and utterly his in this moment. 

“You…” you mumbled.

“Louder, darling, I can’t hear you.” Cockiness oozed from his voice, knowing he had you right where he wanted you and that you– nor anyone else, could take that away from him.”

“Y-you, Dames, fuck– please. I need yo– oh fuck.” Your eyes roll back as his tongue licks through your folds, placing open-mouth kisses along your pussy as he hiked one of your legs over his shoulder and ravaged you with his mouth. His tongue swirled along your entrance as the tip of his nose brushed your clit, sending volts of pleasure coursing through your body. You held onto the railing of the balcony behind you, keeping yourself as balanced as you could while Damian was eating you so good your knees were beginning to give way. Damian moaned against you, the sweet taste of your wetness settling on his taste buds and driving him to taste more of it. Your orgasm inched closer with every flick of his tongue, every moan that vibrated against your throbbing core, and you were a blubbering mess for the man on his knees before you who had every intention of worshipping your body like the temple it is– but not yet.

Damian pulls away suddenly, almost knowing you were on the brink of release as you cried out in response, pleads for him falling from your swollen lips.

“Shhh, don’t worry, baby, I gotchu. Papi’s gonna take real good care of you, I promise. But right now, he needs his pussy…” you shivered once more, somehow growing more turned on than before at his words. Him claiming you. Making you his. “Is that what you want, baby? Want Papi to fuck you good, right here where everyone can see how good you look all fucked out for me?”

“Dames, please…”

“Use your words, princess. Let Papi know what his baby girl needs.”

“I–” Your words caught in your throat, overwhelmed by the prior stimulation and the smooth but sinister way of his words. “I w-want you to fuck me, Papi. Please…” With a sudden movement Damian spins you around, bending you over the railing as your chest presses against the cool metal. Behind you, you hear the sound of him undoing his belt and dropping his clothing to the ground, joining them in a pile with your dress before feeling his hard member tease your entrance. 

“Tell me you need me again, baby, please.” His demand almost sounds desperate, like he himself is holding back his own moans at the thought of you desperate for him.

“I– I need you, Dame. Please, baby, please fuck me. Right he– mmm…”

He slips inside you with a moan of his own, groaning as he feels your walls tighten around his length. He slowly pushes himself deeper inside you, allowing you to adjust but also loving the cries coming out of your mouth as he stretches you around him.

“Fuck, Y/N, so tight f’me, baby… shit. Taking me so well, sweetheart.” Your pussy flutters around him, a groan slipping from his lips as he slowly pulls out and thrusts himself back in, going slow so he can pay attention to how tight your walls are squeezing his cock– but also how your face contorts with every movement of his hips.

“F-faster, please..” And that was all Damian needed, a signal that you were ready for more of him. His hips sped up movement as he thrusted into you from behind, the force jolting your body with every snap of his hips as you cry out in pleasure. His hands hold your hips for leverage, kneading the skin roughly enough that surely bruises would form by tomorrow morning– but you didn’t care. You were drunk, not on champagne but on the feeling of his cock inside you driving deeper and deeper into you, a feeling of euphoria that you never wanted to escape. A hand of his came forward to your clit and rubbed slow circles on the swollen bud, making you instantly tighten around him and cry out his name for all who could possibly hear it. You were close, there was no denying it, and you were prepared to coat his length in your desire for him– only him, and he knew it too.

“I feel you, princess. Go ahead, cum for me. Wanna feel you, baby.” Your release washed over you with force as your body grew limp, your orgasm consuming all the energy left in your body to give to Damian and Damian alone. Your pussy clenched around him as he continued to buck his hips inside you, the sounds of his thrust mixed with your juices echoing outside as he approached his own release.

“Y/N, f-fuck, I’m close, baby girl… gonna fuck this pussy full of my cum… shit.”

“C-cum for me, Papi, let me have every last drop. G-give it to me…” You whimpered in between thrusts and not long after he followed suit, releasing ropes of his cum along your walls and filling you completely– just like he said he would. He brings you upright and wraps his arms around you, holding onto you as his orgasm hits him and finding your lips once more for another passionate kiss. The two of you stay there for a moment, lips locked and fully exposed as you ride out your orgasms together. A few moments pass and your position remains the same, but your attention gets drawn to the grounds below– where guests are leaving the party and heading home for the evening. You stare at each other, wide-eyed, and laugh– collecting your clothing and dashing inside so as to not get caught by any of the guests.

“So, my place?” You smile and nod at Damian, who merely an hour ago had been a stranger in a mask but was now no longer a mystery. You didn’t know what would happen tomorrow, shit, you didn’t know what would transpire after you leave here but one thing is for certain: now, there’s no hiding it.

[wroetominter]

Close - George Clarke

In which George and Y/n are good friends, and a really shit bet makes them get even closer.

Pairing: George Clarke X FemReader

Warnings: none

———

The YouTube friend groups were always a bit odd weren’t they. A few people who just got along well would end up filming together consistently to the point where it was almost weird to see them filming alone. I had ended up in a weird mix of people. I occasionally filmed with larger group settings for challenge videos, or adventures but mainly stuck with my core group. This consisted of ArthurTV, Arthur Hill, ChrisMD, George Clarke, and Italian Bach.

We had found each other through mutual friends on TikTok, finding we made similar content so it just sort of worked out. I didn’t fully anticipate becoming such good friends with them, though.

I had moved into the same apartment complex as Chris, Arthur Hill, and George a few months back, and since then it had become quite the regular occurrence for us all to hang out together and watch movies, play games, or even just have dinner together.

I found myself most friendly with George. We sort of just understood each other. We had similar personalities and humor, so we got along the best in the group. He would come around to my flat more often than anything, mainly to escape the chaos that was sometimes their flat.

Today for instance, I was in my kitchen, making myself some breakfast when there was a knock at my door.

Walking towards the noise, I was met by George standing there with a mug in his hand and his laptop tucked under his arm.

“D’ya mind if I edit here? Chris is recording a voice over and I can’t even hear myself think.” George asked, looking incredibly annoyed at the shorter boy.

“Don’t mind at all, make yourself at home. Do you want some toast?” I asked him, figuring it was rude to eat in front of my new guest.

“Nah I’m alright thanks. Just ate.” We sat together at my kitchen island in a comfortable silence, both focused on our own things.

Nearly an hour later, I felt my back aching from the way I was sitting.

“I’m moving to the couch, my back is killing me. Care to join?” I asked him.

He simply nodded and I already made my way to my sofa, stretching my arms above my head and maneuvering around until I could feel some of my muscles relaxing.

I felt George’s hands on my shoulders, thumbs working their way into a few knots at the base of my neck. I welcomed the kind gesture, humming at the way it was unwinding my knots.

“You’re a lifesaver George. What would I do without you?” I asked.

“Be really tense probably.” I laughed at his joke.

—

A few days later, sprawled out on the couch in the boys flat we all were watching one of the lord of the rings movies. By watching, I did mean I was trying really desperately not to fall asleep.

“I just don’t understand the appeal of this movie series” I commented aloud, being met with nothing but “shhh!” From Arthur and Chris who were sat on the opposite side of the couch from me.

George patted my legs that were laid across his lap, grabbing my attention.

“I don’t get it either. Falling asleep to be honest.” He mumbled, crossing his arms across his chest. I decided to take him up on that offer, and pulled the blanket off the back of the couch, scooting to the side on the couch and patting the space beside me. George gladly occupied the space and I threw the blanket over us, snuggling in to get some sleep.

“Fucking wankers, honestly both of them. Can’t even stay up for one of the greatest movies of all time.” I was woken up by Arthur shouting at George and I.

“If by greatest you mean greatest lullaby, then yes Arthur it’s a smash.” I grumbled, trying to get myself to fall back asleep. George’s chest moved beneath my head as he laughed at my joke. A pillow was then thrown at us. We just moved it and continued our slumber.

—

Going out for the evening usually meant George and I babysitting the boys. I wasn’t too heavy of a drinker, usually enjoying only one or two drinks, and we were all aware that George was just an incredibly tolerant individual when it came to his drinks.

The other boys? Not so much.

We had been to two pubs thus far on our journey through London, and both of the Arthur’s were already pissed from about 3 drinks each.

“How many drinks do you reckon they’ll be able to get down them?” George asked me, lazily throwing his arm over my shoulders.

I instinctively snuggled into him, noting the soft smell of his cologne.

“I bet 4 more each and they’re gone.” I said. George stuck his hand out to me.

“I’ll take that bet. I think they’ll only need three more.”

“What are we betting?” I asked him.

“Ah I don’t know, we’ll think of something later. Maybe loser has to make dinner or something.” He suggested.

I watched as the boys necked drink after drink, and unfortunately for myself, Arthur Hill threw up in a bush on our way home after having only three additional drinks. ArthurTV did me justice however and kept himself together decently, although he was stumbling like crazy around the streets.

“Are you sure you’ll make it alright?” I asked ArthurTV for a third time as he booked himself an Uber back to his flat.

“M’fine. Bach is going to make sure I get home safely.” I gave him a quick hug goodbye and followed Arthur and George into our building.

Arthur was slumped over George’s shoulder, stumbling like crazy.

“How are you this drunk?” George asked him.

“Had a few secret shots. Shhhh don’t tell Y/n!” He said, completely oblivious to the fact that I was in fact, in the hallway with them.

“I’m going to put him to bed. Do you want to watch anything together or are you off to bed?” George asked me. I peered at the time, it was only 11:30pm, and I had had some caffeine. I was good to stay awake quite some time longer.

“We can continue watching that cooking show if you like?” He nodded.

“Sounds like a plan, I’ll see you there in a few.”

I made my way to my flat, leaving the door unlocked for when George made it over.

I changed into some pajama pants and a loose tshirt, getting my makeup off and face washed for a cozy night on the sofa.

I made some popcorn, putting it into a bowl when George entered the flat.

“Did you want to watch in here or in the bedroom?” He asked. I pondered this for a minute. The tv in my room was better, and I would probably be much comfier in bed.

“Let’s do bed, then if I crash we don’t have to move.” I brought the popcorn with, grabbing some extra throw pillows and making us a good spot to rest our backs.

George lifted his arm, letting me cuddle into him as he flicked the remote to the cooking show we had been watching together.

About half way into the episode, George paused the show, moving the now empty bowl to the side.

I looked up to him inquisitively, only to find him already looking at me.

“Do I have popcorn on my face?” I asked, feeling a little silly if I did.

“I didn’t get to cash in on my bet win earlier.” He responded.

I tilted my head “go on then, what do you want?”

He paused for a minute, then reached his hand out, caressing the side of my face. He leaned forward, closing the small gap between us and kissing me.

It’s not that I hadn’t ever thought about George this way, I mean, being best friends with someone this attractive you’re bound to have some thoughts here and there. I just didn’t know he felt them too.

We pulled back for air, and I saw a cheesy smile creeping across George’s lips.

“What?” I laughed with him, smiling back at him.

“Didn’t expect you to kiss me back to be honest. I’m just really relieved you did.”

“Of course I’d kiss you back. I’d be stupid not to wouldn’t I?”

“I think I’d be the stupid one if I waited any longer to make a move on you.” I laughed and snugged closer to him, pressing a few more kisses to his lips.

“I think you made the right choice.”

[stvrnioloslvt]

❛❛ ⛸️ + 🏒 ❞

how hockeyplayer!matt met figureskater!reader...

the halls of the college were crowded by students walking around, some of them chatting along with their friends, others rushing to get to class as fast as possible.

a group of girls was sitting on the stairs before the door of the philosphy class, waiting patiently for the lesson that was taking place inside to finish before entering and sitting down for their own.

matt walked right past them, head held up high as he carried his heavy gym bag on his shoulder. kids all around him moved left and right to not get hit by other students, but he didn't need to dodge anyone while walking, everyone far too aware of his presence to accidentally bump into him.

he heard the group of girls bursting into giggles and whispers as he went past them, clearly gossipping about him. he didn't care though, his training lesson had already messed up with his mood and he didn't need any more reasons to get annoyed in the same day. all he wanted to do was to get in his car and drive home, so that he could finally relax a little.

chris was right behind him - his usual bubbly self quiet today. he knew that if he cracked a joke he would either get ignored or scolded by his brother, and he wasn't looking forward to neither of those options. a grumble escapes from his lips, the weight of his own gym back almost breaking his back. "fuckin' hate this things," he murmures more to himself than his brother, adjusting the handle on his shoulder once again. matt glances behind from his shoulder, rolling his eyes before replying to his brother's complaints with a simple "i told you multiple times to take with you only the necessities, but you never listen so suck it up and walk." at that chris closed his mouth shut, not wanting to make the demon mad.

once they reached the car, both the boys threw the bags in the backseat, their shoulders and backs finally relieved. just as matt sits down in the driver's seat, he noticed that he didn't feel his wallet pressing at his skin, tapping all his pockets before realizing that he must have forgotten it in the locker room.

he groaned, throwing his head against the headrest at the thought of having to walk all the way back in to retrieve his missing good.

"you okay?" asked wearily chris, having witnessed his brother's brief breakdown.

"yeah just," matt sighed, running his hand on his face before opening the car door, "just forgot my wallet in the locker room. i'll be back, don't do weird shit."

chris nodded, pulling his phone out of his pocket and looking for your contact number. he snickered as he read you last message:

❛❛ice baby❄️❞

⤷fuck you and your hockey friends, y'all always leave the locker room messy as fuck

⤷oh and your brother left his wallet here. seriously, where do you leave your heads?

lmao yeah he's coming to get it back, leave it there dw ⤶

⤷ wasn't worrying at all my boy

chris shook his head at your attitude, something that he wasn't unused to. he decided to push his luck and tease you a little, knowing that you were just minutes away from the beginning of your training.

❛❛ice baby❄️❞

you sure your name is baby? you're more like a sailor to me⤶

⤷keywords: "to you"

⤷are you pissing me off on purpose?

is it working?⤶

⤷yeah

then yes⤶

⤷fuck you

he laughed loudly at your answer, deciding to leave you alone and let you do your thing in peace without his teasing, putting his phone down on his lap while waiting for matt to get back.

meanwhile, matt had finally reached the locker room, finding his wallet laying on one of the bench between a red gym bag and a white gym bag of someone. he couldn't resist but take a peek inside the white bag that was closed only halfway, spotting a pair of pink thighs laying on top of what seemed to be a white sweater.

he opened his wallet to check that everything was still in there, confusion adorning his features as a sweet feminine scent hit his nose. he brought the wallet to his face, smelling a whiff of the misterious fragrance that most definetely wasn't his.

suddenly the door opened behind him, a girl walking inside the room. she gave him a shy nod as to aknowledge him, then put down her bag next to the red one. that was his clue to put the wallet back in his pocket and leave, giving the girl privacy to change. right as he left, another girl entered the locker room, holding in her hands figure skating skates.

instead of heading back to his car, he decided to walk towards the rink, curious to see if there were figure skating lessons. hell, he didn't even know that was an option. sure he was part of the hockey team, but figure skating? that seemed unreasonable.

"c'mon baby, what's gotten into you?" shouted a girl sitting on one of the benches. she was wearing a red leotard on, her legs covered by black leggings. she was tying a skirt around her waist, patiently waiting for her turn. her eyes were fixed on something - no, someone - in the middle of the rink, spinning so fast in the air that made them seem like they were floating.

"baby? damn these girls really are affectionate towards each other," thought matt, observing how the girl landed perfectly on her feet again, ending her routine with a graceful spin and a bow to the imaginary public.

her eyes lifted from the ground and immediately locked into matt's. the two held each other's gaze for a bit, neither of the two intending to break eye contact first. matt watched amused as the girl froze there, her feet planted in the ice.

her friend noticed her weird behaviour, turning her head to follow the girl's gaze. her eyes spotted matt, her mouth forming a little "o" for a couple of seconds before she regained consciousness.

"baby?" she called out, finally breaking the spell that had her friend and matt staring in each other's eyes. the girl from the rink jumped a little, clearly startled, replying with a shaky "yes?" to the girl in red that was entering the rink.

matt heard as the two spoke to each other some more, but he left as soon as he got back to earth. as he walked towards the car he couldn't get those images of the girl away from his mind: the way she seemed to float in the air, the perfect landing and bow, but most importantly her eyes. those eyes that had found him immediately and ground him in place, boring through his own icy orbs.

"fuckin' finally!" screamed chris once he saw his brother approach their car. "i thought you had lost yourself or something like that. why did it take you so fuckin' lo-"

matt cut him off, too immeserd in his thoughts to listen to his brother's rambling. "did you know they do figure skating lessons at the rink?"

chris looked taken aback, then confused as he answered "uh yeah?" like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "it's not actually part of the college program, it's a school that pays rent to train here. heard some of the girls have started taking lessons here when they were like fuckin' five and they're still here." chris paused, looking for a reaction from matt. when he received none, he continued, "why, did you see them?"

matt didn't reply, simply giving him a nod while turning on the car. chris hummed, looking outside the window before stating:

"my friend takes lessons too. her name's baby."

© stvrnioloslvt

𝐃�� 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃/𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊. 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐎 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓

❃ a.n.: it's finally here! crazy, right? before I dwell on anything else, I just want to clear up a couple of things:

1. I've seen that another blog is also writing a hockeyplayer!matt × figureskater!reader au. before anyone accuses me of copying said author, I invite you to look at the date I posted the headcanons. this idea was already out, I just wasn't in the right mindspace to write something as demanding as the introduction fic yet;

2. reader's name is "baby" because in this way the dialogues/story seems better laid out and also because I'm a big fan of Baby from Dirty Dancing.

now that everything is said and done, let me know what do you think! please please PLEASE spam my inbox with questions you have got, you are the main source of inspiration for this au.

also, let me know if you want a taglist specific for this au ❄️

love, bree ☾

icy taglist: @shadowthesim @sturnioloszn 🧊

divider by @issysh3ll !

[vesseloflukola]

Lukola Love and the Adjacents:

When things get quiet, people tend to want to spiral just a little bit. It’s Christmas time…well, actually, it’s that weird time in between Christmas and New Year’s, where you just feel a bit lazy, you aren’t quite sure what day it is, you don’t really have any plans until NYE, but you know you need to finish eating your sweets and maybe start thinking about your New Year’s Resolutions.

Nothing new is being posted by the main players in the fandom. They are all spending time with their loved ones, and for the most part staying off of SM. So, the fans are left to speculate with the crumbs that they have left us. Did someone come on and tag a picture that was not previously tagged? If so, why? Or is there some kind of glitch happening on Instagram? It’s hard to say. Different people are seeing different tags on different pictures. So that is interesting indeed.

My opinion is that Nicola and Luke are currently in a relationship, and have been since the World Tour. I believe they may have even gotten married sometime in September or October. I also believe that they are currently together spending time with their families.

I could tell that they were in love by what they showed us on the WT, but at first I didn’t think they had admitted it to themselves yet. In hindsight, I think they were already together for most of it, if not all of it.

Let’s talk about how Antonia fits in, shall we? I think she was exactly the person Luke introduced her to be when she showed up unexpectedly to the New York Premiere, a friend of a friend. I think she was introduced to Luke’s friend group and started hanging out with them.

I know he kissed her on NYE last year, but I don’t think that means a thing. I think they were both there, both single (probably drunk), and the clock struck midnight. What do you do at midnight on NYE? You kiss the person you are with. It’s just a kiss. A kiss at midnight on NYE, when everyone around you is kissing someone. It’s honestly not a big deal.

I fully believe Nic and Luke had feelings for each other that were brought to the surface while filming Season 3. I think either because Luke had just broken up with Jade after a 4 year relationship or maybe because of their intimacy coordinator telling them to take a step back to make sure their feelings were real, I think they did take a step back. I think those feelings came back (maybe stronger) when Nic and Luke came back together in December 2023 to film some reshoots. I think those feelings were in the back of their minds, but they didn’t talk about them until maybe sometime in January.

I think they knew their feelings for one another would show up in their interviews, so I think they came up with a plan and presented it to Antonia. She was an up and coming dancer and could use more visibility. She had already been seen with Luke’s friend group. Luke could offer her some visibility by liking her posts and maybe getting her some more followers. She could post stories that make it look like she is dating Luke as a beard for him to see Nicola.

I think she agreed to it and he made sure to help plan things like the In Style pics and Soho house pics. He didn’t want her to actually post him though, just post hints of him.

However, I think she got greedy and went rogue. She decided she wanted to be seen with him. She wanted more. She showed up to the New York Premiere and Luke was pissed at her, and Nic got pissed at Luke. Then she went rogue again and we got Papgate 1.0 after the London Premiere after party.

I am not sure if the hot boy summer 2.0 outings with her and their friend group were part of the original arrangement, or if she found out something sensitive about Nic and Luke that they didn’t want out and renegotiated their deal, but it definitely looks like after Papgate 2.0 in Sorento and Luke’s “friends” broadcasting his location, he got away from them pretty quickly, and has not been in her presence since. It looks like all she gets from him until their contract runs out (which I hope is soon) is some instagram likes.

I realize that some pictures were “released” today to make it look like Luke and Antonia were at his family home over Christmas. These photos look VERY fishy indeed and quite planned out. Also, how INTERESTING that they were posted on a brand new Tumblr account right after we got a surprise drop of an old (unreleased) article from Nic and Luke and some new photos we have not previously seen. What strange timing! Yeah…I am not a bit worried about those pics. I don’t believe for one minute that they are from this year. We know they were L & A were in contact last year and we know that A is friendly with Luke’s sister as well.

Let’s move on to Jake, shall we? Jake Dunn has actually been around for a while. He has been a part of Nicola’s friend group for quite some time. Nic spends a lot of time with her friends. They go to concerts, out to meals, out to bars, or house parties. We know she loves to celebrate achievements and birthdays with her friends. She also takes different friends with her to events she is going to, because who wants to travel alone, when you can take a friend?

Well, while on the WT, gossip columns were brought up (Nic IS Lady Whistledown after all). She mentioned that she used to enjoy reading some gossip columns herself. She said she used to read DeuxMoi, until she read some things about a friend she knew to be untrue. Then she said that they posted untrue things about herself. She said nobody should really believe anything they say. Of course this made her a target with them.

In August, Nicola was papped at a music festival being her normal physically affectionate self with her friend Jake. DM posted the pictures and said she was dating her friend Jake.

Those of us who already knew who Jake was (as part of her friend group) were a bit confused, because 1) He had presented himself as a gay man up to this point and 2) Nic had said several times that she likes to keep her romantic relationships private, and in fact has done so up to this point in her career.

To the first point I will say, no, Jake does not come out and say anywhere that he is a gay man or have a gay pride flag on his profile. However, there is NO requirement to do so. He IS in the entertainment industry and there are plenty of people who discriminate still. He, and his friends have described himself using gay terms. He, and his friends have tried to show (without saying the word) that he is not interested in women romantically.

To the second point, if Nicola, who has both said and shown that she likes to keep her romantic relationships private were to suddenly change her mind about being private, and she somehow WAS dating Jake (despite he and his friends telling us he is not interested in women and both her and other friends deleting posts and comments about her and Jake dating), what would be the point of not telling people she is dating Jake? She is already getting photographed with him. People are already talking about them. What would she have to gain by NOT confirming they were dating, if they weren’t? Don’t you think if they WERE dating and they confirmed that the fandom would quiet down? Don’t you think the people trying to sneak pictures if them would go away quicker? I do.

I think, not only is what Jake and his friends trying to tell us true, I think Nic still has the same philosophy as she did before. She wants to keep her romantic relationship private. I believe that relationship is with Luke. I also believe how that relationship is staying private right now is that the fandom is divided.

Antonia trying to constantly try to show that she is breathing the same air as Luke is helping Nic and Luke have some privacy. Nic continuing to hang out with her friend Jake and DM sometimes sneaking photos (and them posting photos themselves sometimes) is giving Nic and Luke some privacy. Sometimes, having friends post misleading photos in their stories is giving Nic and Luke some privacy.

I think Nic is taking a cue from the title of the new book coming out, that she narrated, to keep the fandom Mis-directed.

[scatteredpiecesofme]

Favourite background character - or, justice for Alexander!

Since I was a bit disappointed by how Alexander's character was treated in S3, I decided to celebrate him as my favourite background character for the YRFavesFest2024. He deserves some love!!

"... anyone here who has been bullied, hit, beaten up?"

I'll start with this scene from 03.02, which I think is filmed and edited very cleverly.

At first the focus is on Vincent who's giving his little speech, while Alex is in the background and a bit blurred, but we can still detect him making big side eyes at Vincent. And how could he not? He, of all people, knows very well that bullying is a real thing at Hillerska.

At this point, before Vincent even finishes his sentence, the camera cuts on Alex - who now is on focus and at the centre of the frame - right on the words 'hit, beaten up':

I'm not reading this as a suggestion that Alex has ever been physically beaten up, but his posture and his eyes towards the floor perfectly convey the image of someone who feels beaten, if only emotionally.

And then Henry chimes in:

Henry is naively incredulous, but his comment must sound dismissive to Alex, who raises his eloquent eyes up again: sure as hell, he does not think that the story is overblown at all. No matter if the tradition of the porn/homophobic initiations was stopped and present day students don't go through it anymore, Alex understands that it's something totally believable.

It's just a quick sequence and Alex is clearly not meant to be the main focus of this scene as a whole, but his presence in the background and Xiao excellent ability to speak without words add further layers to the scene itself and make it even more meaningful.

Yay, some happiness!

Thank god, even though the creators didn't give Alex any line in S3, they at least let him have some happy moments. It's a joy to see him so cheerful and carefree during the camping trip! Look at him!

The trio

My last point, which is also my favourite among the glimpses we get of Alex in S3, is about the trio Alex-Henry-Walter. Throughout the season, in fact, Alexander, is often spotted in close proximity to either Henry or Walter or both:

In particular, I absolutely adore this shot:

The lighting and the colours are gorgeous, but most of all I love the glance Henry and Alex exchange while they're trying hard not to burst into laughters (it's the moment when August is gulping down a big glass of wine). I like that despite being on duty, once again at the service of the third years, Alex Henry and Walter seem to have fun, relaxed and giggly.

The icing on the cake, for me, is of course the white party! Alexander looks fabulous with that sparkly purple eyeshadow (or whatever it is) and the trio is all ready to enjoy the craziest night.

Alas, the show doesn't let us know anything about the nature of their relationship. Or maybe it's a good thing, as it allows the audience the most freedom of interpretation. Is it camaraderie among fellow students? Is it authentic and sincere friendship? Something more?? What do we think? As in the fandom there's already an established little group of passionate Walty shippers (looking at you, friend, hehe), I wonder if anyone ships them as a throuple? Queerplatonic, maybe? Come on rarepair enjoyers, don't be shy!

Personally, I read them as just friends (both Walty and Walty+Alex), and I like to imagine the three of them cherishing this friendship formed during their school years, cultivating it into their adult life and living many future adventures as a trio, but any headcanon is valid and welcome. No matter what configuration, shape or form it might take, I just hope for Alexander to find someone who makes him feel respected and loved. We all deserve that, in fiction and in real life.

I'm closing this post with this beautiful, intense and emotional close-up from episode six:

Big thanks to @youngroyals-events for planning and hosting this event!

[strange-anni]

A couple of friends would fit though as I really don't think Will had that many friends to begin with. Two dear friends within his age group would make perfect sense. One of them is Mike. That's for sure. The other I'm not so sure about. My best guess is either Lucas or a mysterious red-head who was an original friend but then died.

But maybe we are also thinking friends wrong. I mean we are talking about Will here and he would probably consider everyone his friend who was even remotely nice to him and would invite them to his birthday especially if it's an event he's never had before. This can include older kids like Nancy who at the time was still considered cool or maybe even adults like Karen if Will liked them enough (and I do think he liked Karen a lot) It's not hard to imagine that Will might want them on his birthday party and invite them if he had one.

Of cause Will is wrong for blaming himself for all these deaths on his birthday and so are El and Henry but I don't even think Lonnie would have had to do a lot to convince him it's actually is his fault after all. I mean, if they were invited by Will to his birthday party, they came for him. This also means that, if it were not his birthday, they would not have been there, therefore they could still be alive.

I have been thinking about Mike and Lucas too and as to why they don't seem to remember and I got two possible explanations

First, maybe the wipe out has more meanings to it as in it wasn't just the people who were killed but the memories were wiped out too. Possibly of everyone in the town.

A second possibility is that the memories were not only wiped out but the people seemingly came back to life. This would make any faint memories of what happened seem like a bad dream. (I'm talking specifically about Mike and Lucas here)

This is also where the spaceship Will drew on his birthday comes into play. It's because he desperately needed a big one, a colorful one with promises of happiness if he wanted to save everyone who died. So he draws/ builds a spaceship in his mind, gets everyone on who died at the massacre on board and brings them into space/the UD. (made Introject alters of them)

It may not even end there if you want to believe that Will has powers. He may not only have made Introjects out of them but might have manifested his Introjects into the real world which is why there is no big news of what happened. There are no deaths bc everyone who died there got brought back to life. It may or may not include everyone we see on the show. They could have all been real at one time and then died at Wills birthday so he made Introjects out of them. Nancy, Steve, Robin and Jonathan would have also only been young teens at the time.

I don't think Will was friends with all of them but there is no way of saying where the birthday party actually happened. At first I thought it'd be the Byers house but that doesn't have to be the case. It could have also been at a restaurant or somewhere else where many people gather. Some people probably were just at the wrong place at the wrong time.

But the introjects not the real people who died!!

It's what an 8 year old Will believed them to be or how he wanted them to be like. Think of Hopper saying "I'm the puppet, you're the master"

Spill and Spell next to Will

Going with the Will has powers theory, there are two spells which I think he could have used on that day. They are both Cleric and Magic-User spells but the second spell requires a higher level for Magic-Users

Feign Death: It basically makes it look like you are dead. There are no signs of life in the body although perception is still intact. If you're under this spell you can still see and hear everything around you but you can't react bc the point is to make it look like you are dead. IMO it's great way to save someone if there is murder happening all around since no one would try to murder someone they already believe to be dead. I also believe that if Will used the spell, he used it on Mike to save him for real.

However this spell still needs a willing target. If the target is unwilling, it will not work. (also needs Cleric level 3 or Magic-User level 3)

Animate Dead: This is not a true resurrection spell as I think back then a true resurrection spell would have been way too advanced (needs Cleric level 7) for Will so instead he used the next best thing which is Animate Dead. For this spell to work you either need a pile of bones or a corpse. (There are plenty of corpses at a massacre) Then you can animate them and basically either turn them into a walking skeleton or a zombie which imho would fit. The people who came back aren't really who they were before either, they are altered versions of the real ones. Wills interpretations of the real person and even though eight year old Will probably did his best and had the best intentions, he still had no idea who these people really were. He was only 8 himself and he never had any inside into their minds either.

If he used this spell, I believe he used it after the massacre to bring everyone back to life as best as he could. (This spell needs either Cleric Level 3 or Magic-User level 5)

And that's still not all there is. I've now rewatched S3 and I have a feeling that the entire Larry/Fun Fair/Mind Flayer/Starcourt plot at the end might give us a few hints for what happend at the 22nd of March 1979. I just can't piece it all together. Like so much fits so well together but other things just don't.

The Fun Fair is a birthday party, has lots of bear imagery and a giant spaceship after all

I have written about it here (it's why it took me so long to answer)

Tbh I'm not that insistent on the Cynthia being Wills step-mother either but it all depends on if you believe Will to have powers. If it's all in his head and Joyce is truly dead while Lonnie is in prison, then there has to be someone and it can't be Jonathan because he is still to young.

If Will brought people back to life then there is no need for Cynthia as step-mother.

Guy... birthdaygate is absolutely real but... my god this is DARK...

SO.

Lonnie "made" Jonathan kill a rabbit on his birthday.

Will told us the MF (father) "made" him kill.

On Will's birthday (which was forgotten about... repressed memories...) EL has flashbacks to a massacre, and believes she was the cause of it!

Owens TOLD US that the anniversary of an event can bring back traumatic memories.

SO... why does El likely have Will's memories? It's his own birthday...

[icbgwy]

the way things go ꕥ riki nishimura

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⎯‎⎯‎⎯⠀⠀⠀⠀⋆⠀⠀⠀⠀ׄ⠀⠀⠀es oh es

y/n ! ( igtso ) 読み手

⋆⠀⠀⠀⠀ׄ⠀⠀⠀matsuzaki y/n, leader of sos and riki’s ex childhood friend who he cut off during the summer before their second year of junior high. she’s very indifferent to the whole situation, not looking back on the past as there’s nothing to change what she claim to be the inevitable. never tried to initiate a conversation with riki when around jake or minji. constantly being annoyed but jihoon and soyeon, occasionally jake but deep down she thinks his flirty banter is amusing.

[name] not y/n ( idgafsolider ) 読み手

⋆⠀⠀⠀⠀ׄ⠀⠀⠀matsuzaki y/n, her private account where she rants about her life and talks shit, will most likely get jumped if anything she said was leaked. the only three followers are her close friends— sunoo, sunghoon and shota. drops the mask of indifference and makes it known she’s a deeply emotional person to her friends, who never bring it up out of respect and to save her from future embarrassment and regret.

sunoo ( ksnwo ) 김선우

⋆⠀⠀⠀⠀ׄ⠀⠀⠀kim sunoo, y/n’s biggest fan and instigator. loves gossip, runs to y/n whenever he hears something he wasn’t supposed to or whenever someone tells him a juicy secret. he’s very popular among the student body for his sassy and outspoken personality but still sticks close to y/n. he’s very animated when around his friends, comically dramatic and expressive. others around think y/n and sunoo are dating due to how physically affectionate he is with her, but in reality they both were the first people they came out to.

sunghoon ! ( parksung ) 박성훈

⋆⠀⠀⠀⠀ׄ⠀⠀⠀park sunghoon, the last person to join y/n’s small circle of friends. he’s very protective of not only y/n but sunoo and shota as well as he’s considered to be the only “normal” one out of the four. he’s very wary of riki which most people chalk to up as sunghoon being riki’s rival in popularity and girls but in reality it’s due to riki’s past treatment towards y/n. dated y/n for two weeks then they realized how weird it was.

shota ( hksoul ) 白翔太

⋆⠀⠀⠀⠀ׄ⠀⠀⠀haku shota, only one out of the three to also be friends with riki before he switched up. y/n is his closest friend, he’s either seen by himself or next to her. prefers to keep to himself due to the language barrier. y/n’s smoking buddy as they both claim weed makes them better dancers and more sociable. tries to follow the student handbook but his autistic ass can’t help but end up in detention along side y/n who hates wearing her female school uniform.

s.o.s. ( es.oh.es ) エスオーエス

⋆⠀⠀⠀⠀ׄ⠀⠀⠀sos, a hip hop dance group created by y/n and shota beginning their first year of high school. the group was made due to the mandatory rule that all students must be part of a school club. sunoo, shota and y/n take it seriously as it’s something they love doing, sunghoon acts like the manager but in reality is a ghost member as every club must have a minimum of four members. it’s a win for everyone, the three get to keep their small club while sunghoon isn’t forced to participate as he’s extremely busy with his ice skating.

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notes: long ass introductions but anyways im trying cook right now just be patient please plus comment! i love seeing feedback and thoughts, i want to build a community!

summary: at the start of his senior year, riki nishimura notices that everything feels off—his basketball skills are slipping, and his usual charm with girls has vanished. desperate for answers, he follows his co-captain heeseung's joking advice and visits a local shaman. she reveals the source of his bad luck: major karmic debt. to regain his balance, riki must make amends for his broken and abandoned childhood friendship with the one girl who truly knew him, y/n matsuzaki.

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[svt-reneko]

📁 — 𖥔 relationships › maknae line › hyung line

masterlist

LEE SEOKMIN

ⵌ ; ship name — ( seokmin + reneko ) renmin

⟢ ; popularity — 90%

For Reneko, DK can light up a whole room just by being there. His kind personality and positivity make him a natural at brightening everyone’s day, no matter the circumstances. From the very beginning, Dokyeom had an effortless way of making her feel welcome—he was one of the first to befriend her, along with Jeonghan, and his warmth made her transition into the group so much easier. He’s constantly checking in on her, whether they’re together in person or apart, always making sure she feels supported. Even something as small as a quick text shows how much he cares. One shake of her head or a quiet “no” from Reneko, and he’s instantly by her side, asking what he can do to help.

KIM MINGYU

ⵌ ; ship name — ( mingyu + reneko ) rengyu

⟢ ; popularity — 97%

COOKING BUDDIES!!!! Whenever Reneko visits Mingyu and Wonwoo’s dorm, she almost always ends up in the kitchen with Mingyu. Whether it’s trying out a new recipe or just throwing random ingredients together to see what happens, cooking with Mingyu is always an adventure. These two have an ability to go viral for the smallest things. Almost every weverse live together, they’ll end up going viral (especially if it involves cooking). Mingyu and Reneko share a bond that’s equal parts teasing and supportive. He’s quick to lend a helping hand or a listening ear when Reneko needs it. Reneko, in turn, always knows how to cheer him up after a long day, whether it’s by teasing him for fun or hyping up his achievements. It’s clear to everyone how much they care for eachother.

XU MINGHAO

ⵌ ; ship name — ( minghao + reneko ) renhao

⟢ ; popularity — 100%

Minghao is the member Reneko is closest to in Seventeen, and the feeling is mutual. When they first met, a language barrier stood between them—both still learning Korean—but that didn’t stop them from becoming friends. Although Joshua is also someone she goes to most of the time when she’s having problems, Minghao too, is her go-to when she’s feeling overwhelmed, always giving her space to open up at her own pace and offering quiet reassurance when she needs it most. Minghao would do anything for her: if she wants to go shopping, his wallet’s already out, and if she’s hungry late at night, he’s already in the kitchen making her favorite snack. It’s no secret to the members that they’re completely head over heels for eachother. They’ve been inseparable since they started dating in March of 2021, though they kept it hidden from the company and the public until early 2024. Now? They’ve stopped caring if anyone catches on, leaving fans and the company to figure it out in their own time.

BOO SEUNGKWAN

ⵌ ; ship name — ( seungkwan + reneko ) kwaneko

⟢ ; popularity — 92%

These two are ALWAYS gossiping together. As soon as Seungkwan hears even the tiniest bit of drama, Reneko is the first person he runs to with the details. The only time they’re not gossiping is when they’re either bickering over the most trivial things or trying to catch their breath from laughing too hard. Seriously, leaving them alone together is a guaranteed recipe for chaos. It’s funny, really, how close they’ve become. Reneko admits that while Seungkwan was incredibly kind and welcoming when she first joined Seventeen’s lineup, she was initially intimidated by him. His loud energy left her wondering how she’d ever keep up. Now, much to her annoyance, he never lets her live that down, bringing it up to tease her every chance he gets.

HANSOL VERNON CHWE

ⵌ ; ship name — ( vernon + reneko ) renon

⟢ ; popularity — 90%

Vernon and Reneko’s friendship is so laid back. They can literally sit in silence, doing nothing for hours, and still be entertained. He always knows how to make Reneko laugh, even if its through their overused inside jokes. And don’t even get me started on his “free English lessons” given to Reneko… She lets a swear in English slip infront of the members, you best believe all fingers immediately point to Vernon. He’ll end up throwing his arms in the air, jaw dropping once accused, acting like he has no idea where she’s picked it up from. These two really dont go out much together, normally finding stuff to do at home like watching stupid cat videos or just simply listening to music.

LEE CHAN

ⵌ ; ship name — ( chan + reneko ) chaneko

⟢ ; popularity — 95%

Basically all these two do together is laugh… literally. They could sit in silence and would still end up doubled over in tears. When it was announced that Reneko was joining, Dino prayed he still wouldn’t be the youngest (that didn’t work out for him). They’re only a few months apart, though, so he uses this as an excuse to say that they share the maknae role. It’s nearly impossible to not smile when theyre around. Their personalities match perfectly, so it was no problem getting to know each other once they met. And now, they rarely get into arguments because of that. They can always be themselves around each other and both of them are grateful for that.

[sugaraanddiesel]

Forgive me father, for I have sinned.

warnings: religious imagery, drugging, substance abuse, swearing?, manipulation, rafe being toxic as fuck.

"Y/N, up now, you've got service." one of the nurses claps as you get up startled, just for you to drop your head back into your hard pillow in frustration and fatigue. Letting out a boyish groan.

After gathering your thoughts for about a minute or two, you look at the traditional clock on the wall and realise you have only 10 minutes to get ready, unwillingly your body shoots out of bed and into the shower. You put on your oddly revealing uniform and leave your room.

Once you're ready, your small fists tap against the daunting, door. "I'm sorry I'm late father." Your saintly voice interrupts, taking your seat next to a girl that you've seen around.

Rafe's eyes briefly skim over your skimpy attire (as if he didn't design it) and land on your eyes. His eyebrows furrow when he sees you're smirking, again but instead of entertaining your unholy behaviour he just dismisses you.

"As I was saying ladies, when my father passed God had told me, that I have the responsibility to get you all to heaven. All you need to do for me is do as I say because as the father I know what's best for you.."

Whilst watching the man yap about God knows what, You've come to the conclusion that you want him.

Just because you were spoiled in California doesn't mean you've changed now that you're in a new state. You'll do anything to make sure you get what you want.

You raise your head to look at him, You watch as he rambles about genesis and how we should value the life that god has given us but all you can think about is him making you stay behind. Giving you what you've wanted since you got there, his dick.

"Father," You interrupt for the second time, Rafe's head raising from the holy book, " How big are you? "

The small group of young ladies all turn their heads to you in shock, gasps and mutters fill the room.

After a good minute of Rafe looking at you in shock, his face eases as he explains, " We are in church Y/N i expect you to keep those type of questions to yourself " Your eyes playfully squint at him and you tease,

" So in other words it's massive! "

Growing tired of the hypocritical glares you tilt your head to the side and challenge the other women; " Come on, everyone is wondering the same thing! You guys are just too pussy to ask! " Your innocent giggles engulf everybody in the room whilst the pastor fixates on you in utter disbelief. Your vulgar language shocking the whole room.

He clears his throat and declares, "Y/N, step outside for me."

Your giggles die down as you get up and leave not before throwing a frisky wink at the older man. Chuckling to yourself even more as the women in there start to question if you're crazy.

He continues with service, explaining that the women need to follow and praise him to get to heaven.

You wait for half an hour in the plain, cold corridor until you hear your plot say; " Same time next Sunday everyone and don't forget do your daily prayers!" You bite your plump pink lips cheekily at all the women who glance at you in disapproval.

Just as he sends away the last person out the door, his smile falters as it falls on you. You roll your lip from your teeth as you look up at the pastor.

Before he lets his thoughts run too wild, he clenches his defined jaw and nods towards the service room, inviting you in.

" Are you going to explain what just happened."

" There's nothing to explain father, I was just asking a genuine question." You defend yourself.

You prop yourself up on one of the tables right in front of him, your round perky tits bouncing as you sit. Your manicured finger slightly lifts up his chin so that his captivated eyes meet yours again.

He turns around and scratches his buzzed head in guilt and embarrassment, realising that he's wrong for looking at his friend's daughter like that. Sighing.

He drops both of his hands either sides of you on the table, and leans down to whisper, " Look I know exactly what you're playing at and it's going to stop right now."

You pull him in closer by his collar, your noses brushing past each other, and say in the most sultry voice; " I want you father, and believe me, whatever I want, I get."

Your teeth are now dragging his bottom lip as you hold his neck, maintaining eye contact with him. His eyes suddenly turn dark as you push him out of the way and cheer, " See you around father! " your dimples showing as you hop out of the service room. Again leaving the older man hard and ashamed.

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Alone in your room you start to realise how sick Rafe really is, Getting paid to tell young women that struggle with addiction that the only way up is through him.

How can anyone be so oblivious to his scheme? But surely he doesn't just do this for money.

A knock disturbs your thoughts.

" What? " you bellow from the other side of the door.

It's the warden, " Good evening Y/N," she greets, you just stare at her from your bed as she sits on the edge of it after closing your door. " I heard about the 'incedent' earlier," She continues, " I suggest you go and ask for forgiveness from Father Rafe, for your disruptive behaviour."

Even the warden is under his spell, you think to yourself.

" Look, I understand you're not used to this environment but you have to help yourself during this time of your life Y/N, God knows how hard Rafe is trying to get us to heaven, the least we could do is co-operate with him" Her throaty voice starts to piss you off even more, so you simply walk out and go his office room.

You burst in to see one of the patients in his lap,

" I know what you're doing!"

"What are you talking about Y/N, can't you see i'm busy."

"Busy trying to fuck a patient? Are you serious?"

"Watch that mouth of yours little girl, This girl is giving up her life to christ right now."

You stare at the girl whoring herself out in disbelief. Your eyes also catch on to the pills on his desk. Everything starts to add up.

What a sick man.

" You either give you life up to christ too or get out Y/N." He says with a devilish smirk.

But what he didn't realise was that you're just as sick as him.

Before you wanted Rafe, you wanted your pills and would go to any meassures to get that floaty, euphoric feeling you were so dearly familiar with, so you take a bottle of pills from his desk,

" I'll come back at a better time for you Father."

Your sickly smile grows and he watches you turn your back to him as your hips sway out of his door.

You never fail to amaze him.

[starlightwayfinder]

Do you have any headcanons about Ven you'd like to talk about?

Always!! Okay first, here’s the fluffy ones:

He gives good hugs. Really good ones. The kind you can just melt into! He brings a sunshiny warmth with him wherever he goes, both metaphorically and literally.

You could make him laugh with the cheesiest jokes ever. It wouldn’t be hard at all.

He can’t actually talk to birds/animals ‘Disney princess’ style, but they will let him get unusually close, or will approach him without fear. Terra and Aqua were baffled at first, but now they’re used to it and forget that other people will find it weird.

He’s got a decent book collection in his room. It’s mostly a mix of Keyblade history, astronomy, and fairytales. He and Aqua will sit together and have tea while they read.

He can and will fall asleep anywhere. Again, Terra and Aqua are just used to it by now.

He likes watching the sunrise almost as much as he likes stargazing.

He spars with Terra the most, and always gets upset that he’s holding back. Terra, however, is just trying not to send him flying by accident.

If he and Terra do roughhouse, (they are ‘brothers’ after all..) it’s very playful and all in good fun. Aqua just sighs and makes some comment about the friendship between boys. 

Unsurprisingly, Ven likes to feel the wind in his hair—which most of the time means going fast on his Keyblade glider. He would also love roller coasters, surfing, etc. 

He also loves flying and will go back to Neverland every now and then for more pixie dust.

He’s a fast runner and does pretty well in races on Destiny Islands, but he’s not a super competitive person, so he doesn’t care too much about winning.

He helps Kairi get into a training routine when she moves in. He becomes a bit of a mentor, but more in the sense of a fellow student/friend who already knows the ropes.

He has a cd player in his room for listening to his favorite songs. The others try to show him how to play music on his Gummiphone, but he doesn’t use it for much beyond taking pictures and the occasional phone call. He’d probably be a little shy about calls because it’s so unusual to him.

Since he was asleep for 10 years, he doesn’t know any of the new slang and has slightly outdated tastes, haha.

His favorite season is Spring, but he doesn’t dislike any of the seasons. You can bet that when the weather warms up, he’ll be outside enjoying the sun and looking for dandelions.

He enjoys all types of weather too—except for bad storms, which he’s always disliked.

He got a little bed for Chirithy that goes unused because they always fall asleep in his arms. 

And here’s the deeper ones:

Ven is overall a sensitive guy, which means he can’t stomach most violent or disturbing movies/games/etc. The problem with this is that he can’t stand being treated like a little kid either. I imagine he would be the sort to agree to watch something out of peer pressure… then be unable to fall asleep at night thinking about it. Finally Terra or Aqua has to step in and say “you don’t have to make yourself uncomfortable to fit in”. 

That sort of thing is frustrating for him in general. Thanks to everything that’s happened to his heart and mind, he technically *is* kind of younger—yet, it’s also just his personality and who he is. It’s not necessarily due to a lack of maturity. 

That being said, I think he’d be really good with kids—and I know I’ve said it before somewhere, but he would make a great camp counselor or something. Can’t you imagine him leading activities or songs with a group of kids?

He’s more shy in UX because he’s surrounded by older Keyblade wielders and used to being rejected by them (since he doesn’t bring much to the table in terms of physical strength or magical ability.) In BbS, he’s more outgoing because he’s been living with the same people for years and it’s all exciting and new. He’s always been an introvert, but he still loves making friends… It just doesn’t come quite as naturally to him as it does to Sora, and Ven’s more likely to think he did something wrong if someone dislikes him. 

In other words, he’s the sort of guy who would go to a party and end up sitting on the floor to pet the dog the whole time.

If someone does hurt his feelings, however, he’s quick to forgive them and try to restore the relationship.

Thanks to Ven being a more sensitive person, he’s very comforting and compassionate: a trustworthy friend to talk to when you’re feeling down. He’s especially nonjudgmental and a good listener. I imagine most of the guardians’ first impression of him is either ‘quiet and unassuming’ or writing him off as silly / immature. Typically, only Terra and Aqua see that deeper side of his personality—but if the opportunity arises, he gets a chance to shine.

Since he’s pure of heart, he really can’t wrap his head around *why* people would use the darkness/be cruel to others intentionally. It doesn’t click in his mind at all. He’s not ‘innocent’ in the sense of being *ignorant* to that sort of thing, but rather just never feeling the urge to act that way. Does that make sense?

He’s a genuinely good, sincere guy. I love him 💖

[k-popbookshelf143]

Secret Desire

Synopsis: You are Mingi's secret wife, but only the members and staff of ATEEZ and KQ Entertainment know about you being his wife. You travel with them to SBS Inkigayo in Japan to watch them perform.

*Y/Ns POV* The crowd at this year's SBS Inkigayo in Japan has been going wild all night.  They went absolutely feral when my husband and his group appeared on stage.  I'm sitting kind of close to the stage, but also where I have a clear view of the performers.  If you haven't already guessed, my husband is non other than the deep voice rapper of ATEEZ himself, Song Mingi.  The only people that know I exist and that we're married are the rest of ATEEZ and their staff.  Not even my friends and family know that he's my husband.  They do know I'm married to someone they just don't know who he is and haven't met him either.  They keep begging to meet the man that stole my heart for life, but I'm scared because my sisters are huge Atinys.  They both bias Mingi, so I'm a little fearful of introducing them.  Especially if they have already made him uncomfortable in a fan call.  So I'm a little apprehensive about letting my family and friends know that he's my husband.

I am sitting with my sisters and an ATEEZ staff member.  The staff member is here for an extra layer of protection for me, I don't think I need it, but it gives my Mingi man peace of mind while he's performing so I deal with it.  They have already performed Bouncy, Wave, and The Real.  They are performing Desire for their last song.  It's at the part we my hubby chants "I love my Desire" and he is snapping his hand down through the air to the beat while doing his part.  In-between lyrics he turns his head and his smoldering gaze on me.  All I can think right now is how lucky I am to call this man my husband and go home with him every night.  In the back of my mind I'm terrified my sisters will notice the interaction, but to my relief they were too busy squealing like little schoolgirls whose crushes just spoke to them to even notice.

I stopped my sisters fangirling after the song ended long enough to tell them the staff member and I were gonna go to the bathroom and then head home since we were tired and really only there the see the boys do their thing. They told us to be safe and good night so we left to go meet up with the boys at the hotel to get some sleep before the flights back to Korea. As we were leaving the arena we listened to the guys thank the crowd and Atiny before heading backstage.

We got out to the front of the arena where the security guard KQ assigned to travel with me, when I can't be with Minnie or the rest of ATEEZ, was waiting to drive us back to the hotel. I basically travel with them everywhere they go, so everything that pertains to my modes of transportation is carefully planned by ATEEZ managers and staff and KQ in order to keep me a secret from Atiny as per my husbands request. All of the boys worry about my safety and especially what sasaengs would do to me, but Mingi worries the most.

When we pull up to the hotel we take every precaution possible to ensure that I'm not seen entering Mingi's hotel room. As soon as I get inside I go to get a pair of shorts and one of Mingi's shirts to go take a shower.

At some point during my shower my husband made it back to the hotel room since he was lying on the bed scrolling through his phone when I stepped out of the bathroom. When he glanced up in my direction after hearing me step out of the bathroom you could practically see the hearts in his eyes when he saw me.

"You have always looked better in my clothes than I do, My Desire." He told me.

He came forward to give me a hug and kiss, but I stopped him by putting a hand on his firm and toned chest.

"Uh uh nope I just got out of the shower and your still all sweaty so you don't get to bear hug me until you take a shower." I said.

"You could always join me and shower again." He suggested.

I told him, "Not tonight, all I wanna do is crawl into bed because a full day with my sisters ESPECIALLY if they know they are going to watch you perform is exhausting."

"So go take a shower and then come to bed." I said to him as I kissed him on his pillow soft lips and raked my hand down his well defined abs before walking to climb into the bed. He then waltzed into the bathroom to do just that.

When he got out of the shower he came into the bedroom area with just a towel wrapped around his waist and drying his jet black locks with another smaller towel. He sat on the bed to put his pajama shorts on and asked me, "Did you have fun today? Did anyone make you feel uncomfortable or unsafe?"

"Yes I had fun and no I felt comfortable and safe all day. You worry to much Babe." I replied to him as he got under the covers and pulled me close.

"I only worry because I love you My Desire." Mingi told me.

We continued to lay under the covers my head on his chest listening to his heart beating fast and his arms around me talking about our day, the boys, and the performance like we always do until my eyes were starting to get droopy and I was falling asleep. Unbeknownst to Mingi I was still awake enough to hear him chant "I love My Desire" in a soft voice before we both succumbed to our exhaustion and fell asleep.

[commandershepardvasfuckit]

Kingsguard part 2

Part 1

M!troll x f!reader

2.3k words

Festivals are always a good time, even if you end up losing your friend and getting found by the last person on the planet you want to spend time with.

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The open area in front of the hold had been almost entirely cleared out, instead a great bonfire raged in the center of the space, stoked by several orcs clad in ornate ceremonial garb. All around people laughed and cheered, drinks in hand, as drums played as others danced.

Bira led you around, explaining the festival and grabbing a drink while she introduced you to more people than you could ever hope to remember. You smiled and nodded politely, but felt too distracted by how awkward you felt in the clothes Bira had loaned you.

The pants she had given you were a soft, green material but were barely long enough to cover your backside. She had tied a skirt around your hips but the fabric only really covered your sides and butt and even then was only scarcely longer than the pants. Worst still was the top, a long length of gold fabric that she draped over your shoulders, crossed over your chest, then tied behind your back. The clothing itself was common, you had seen many troll, orc, and minotaur women wearing similar things over the weeks to cope with the heat of living in a city in the desert, but still have so much skin exposed was much more than you were used to.

As the two of you made your way around you spotted an imposing site across the fire: the orcish king and two guards in full regalia.

Even all dressed up you recognized Ba’tual at the king’s side. He donned the elaborately carved mask the jaguar god, the lord of shadows, elaborate pauldrons, greaves, and cuffs all in red and gold. Under the dark night sky the light from the fire played off his skin, scars more noticeable on his bare chest than usual, harsh shadows along the lines of his muscles.

You had come to an unfortunate revelation weeks ago: if it was not for his awful personality, Ba’tual would actually be quite attractive.

Trolls in general were not at all what you had been expecting. Stories came back to Brinedeep of terrifying blue-skinned monsters with tusks like animals who towered over humans, which was not an inaccurate description entirely, but did not give the full picture either.

A now disgraced scholar and historian once proposed a link between trolls and elves, claiming one group must be descended from the other, or possibly they both were descended from the same common ancestor. Naturally, he was laughed out of academic circles for such a preposterous claim, but looking at the trolls around you here you understood his line of thought.

The same high cheekbones and eyes as elves could be seen in the trolls around you. Their builds could be described as a taller, bulkier elf. While the trolls did not have the same small, dainty features as elves there sure was a faint resemblance you could not argue.

At some point Bira had wandered off from you, but that just gave you more time to get lost in everything. You happily explored all the festival had to offer; new foods, drinks, music, the sights and sounds, everything was new and exciting. Sitting down along the fire you nursed a cup of strong orcish alcohol, it burned terribly with every sip, but it also seemed like the only drink around.

“Whatcha got there?” you nearly leapt out of your skin from the sudden voice in your ear.

“Ba’tual!” you yelled, “By the light how are you always so quiet?”

He tapped his fingers against his mask before pulling it up so you could see his face, “The Lord of Shadows guides me, he keeps my steps light” he sat down next to you and took the cup from your hands and gave it a sniff, “That won’t do, it’s going to make you sick”.

“It’s fine” you protested.

“No, it’s orcish. If a cup or two can take down an orc it’s really going to mess you up, little human”.

Reluctantly you gave in, letting him sit the cup down on the ground.

“Oh don’t look so disappointed, if you’re looking to drink I’ve got something better anyways” he assured you.

Ba’tual quickly pulled a flask from one of the pockets on his belt, nestled between a variety of talismans, fetishes, vials of what looked to be blood, and other ritualistic items.

“Something got your attention?” he asked as he noticed you staring.

“Is that blood?” you blurted out.

He let out a rumbling laugh, caught off guard by your surprise, “Yes, it’s blood. This one is mine” he gestured to the smaller vial, “and this one is not” he pointed to a larger one.

Your face must have been twisted into a look of shock and concern as he rushed to elaborate, “It’s boar’s blood, taken from a recent offering, I promise”.

This did not make you feel much better.

“Blood will only work if it’s taken from the willing or from an offering. That’s why I use my own. But this isn’t a topic for a festival, here” he offered you the flask.

Tentatively you took it and gave it a sniff, the unmistakable burn of alcohol stung your nose, but it was not a bad as the orcish drink and at least this smelled sweet. You took a small slip, coughing as it burned your throat, but it was tolerable.

“Better?” he asked.

“Yeah” you said and took a good gulp of it before passing it back to Ba’tual. It was sweet and somewhat fruity even if it still burned.

The two of you sat quietly watching the festival and passing the flask back and forth, just taking in the ambiance. While your time here in Kor’mal had been nothing but enjoyable it had been all work until now, and it felt nice to just relax. Your face was warm and flushed red from the heat of the fire and alcohol, but it was nice. Looking over at Ba’tual you noticed even his cheeks were faintly tinged purple from the blue of his skin and flush of red on his face.

He shook the flask, only a little of it remained, and handed it back to you to finish.

“You look nice by the way” he broke the silence.

You felt even more blood rush to your face, grateful that it probably was not noticeable. “Thanks” you muttered, “Bira loaned me some clothes and jewelry”.

“It suits you” he stood up and offered his hand out to you, “Dance with me?”

“Oh, no, no, I don’t dance. Especially like that” you gestured out to the crowd. It was nothing like Brinedeep, at least like the events in scholarly circles you can been invited it, no ballroom dancing with precise steps to been seen.

“Everyone can dance, I’ll show you” he motioned for you to standup.

Hesitantly you took his hand. It felt strange in your hand, only two large fingers and a thumb versus your 5.

He led you to the edge of where everyone was dancing and circled behind you, “Don’t worry about what anyone else is doing, close your eyes if you need to, but only focus on this” he placed his hands on either side of your ribcage and gently tapped the beat of the drums, “and move with it”.

Slowly he guided you back and forth, swaying with the music, moving his hands to your shoulders once he felt you could keep time on your own.

“Now, lean into it with your shoulders, loosen up your neck too, let everything move together”.

You let yourself relax, let your body move in time with the drums and Ba’tual’s guidance.

“Good girl” he murmured in your ear, one of his tusks brushed your cheek, and his words made a warmth pool in your belly. He pulled you close against him, your back pressed flat to his chest and his hands drifted down to your hips, “I like these a lot, soft and round”.

Your heart raced as he moved you in time with his dancing, his face still lowered down next to yours, his tusk still brushing you skin as he moved.

It was a conflicting thing, feeling giddy and excited as he touched you, he was actually quite charming when he was not trying to show off or get your attention.

“You said something to Bira earlier, something in troll, what was it?” you asked, trying to know let your mind wander too far down the path it was on, anything to distract you from your current train of thought.

“That? Haha, I’m not surprised she didn’t translate for you. Are you sure you want to know?”

“Was it about me then?”

“Yes”

“Then I want to know” you said decisively.

He let out a low hum that vibrated through your body and you tried to ignore what that was doing for you.

“I told her that I love walking up behind you because I get a great view of your hips and ass, and if I was less disciplined I’d probably be hard from that alone. Oh, and I’d love to see that same sight bent over a table”.

“Oh” you said softly.

“Now that can’t be too surprising, don’t tell me I’ve been too subtle” he teased, “And don’t tell me you haven’t been curious about trying things with someone who isn’t human?”

You hated that he was not wrong. The thought had crossed your mind many times over the weeks, wondering how much of a difference it could be.

“Or maybe you’ve already had your fun, took a minotaur for a ride perhaps?” he continued.

“No, nothing like that”.

“No? That you haven’t tried anything? Or no that you’re not even curious?”

You stayed quiet, unable to admit to him that you really were curious.

“Because I’m very interested in fucking a human and I happen to think you’re incredible tempting” his hands wandered to the front of your bare thighs and he pulled you tighter against himself so you could feel the his cock was throbbing against your back “So tell me, am I really that bad of an option?”

“You’re insufferable” your heart was threatening to beat out of your chest. His touch on the sensitive skin of your thighs was almost too much, the way he kept you pulled close to him, the exposed skin on your back and shoulders against the bare skin of his chest. But his words, those were the worst. They way he had complimented you, the way he called you “good girl”, how forward he was with his desires, it lit a fire in your belly.

“And why is that now?”.

“You’re loud, annoying, crass, and overall just a cocky asshole with no boundaries. And Bira told me quite a bit about you”.

“Oh I’m sure she’s had a lot to say, all unflattering and mostly true, but for just one time, no strings or commitment am I really the worst you can do?” he murmured in your ear, “I’ll make sure it’s good, I promise”.

His hands wandered towards the insides of your thighs. You stammered, not being able to form words as your thoughts raced faster than your mouth could keep up with. “I don’t- it’s just- I”

He turned you around to face him, still holding you against himself. “I need a clear answer” he said as he placed a finger under your chin to tilt you face up so you had to look at him, “If you can look me in the eye and tell me truthfully that you aren’t even the smallest bit interested then I’ll walk away now. I’ll leave you alone, no more trying to get your attention, no more calling after you. But if the thought’s crossed your mind, consider me, even if it’s not now”.

It should have been so easy just to lie, to tell him that you were not interested in trolls, or, orcs, or minotaur. Or him.

You do not know why you never went to Bira or Zen’jan and told them that Ba’tual was being a nuisance over the weeks. He was loud, and cocky, and always seemed to startle you stepping out of the shadows, yet having his attention they way you did felt good. It felt good to be desired.

In Brinedeep you often felt overlooked, there was always someone smarter, from a better family, prettier. Thinner. You had no problems with who you were, but never being the first to be picked for anything weighed heavily over the years.

But now you had the attention of one of the personal guards of the king, someone accomplished, and important, and handsome not only to your human eyes but to most everyone else too. His reputation preceded him, both the good and the bad, as a fighter without match and as flirt who rarely bedded the same person twice.

That did not matter now though. You had no plans to stay in Kor’mal permanently, you would return to Brinedeep eventually with your research and assist with cataloguing your notes for the archivum. And it would be a shame to not experience all the city had to offer while you were here.

“Yeah” you managed, your voice barely a whisper.

“Yes, what?” he asked, leaning down farther, his face level with yours and his tusks brushing your cheeks on either side.

“I want to see what it’s like, with you” your face burning up, and admitting it loud sent a pulse of warmth down through your core and between your thighs.

“I’ve been waiting to hear that for a while”.

It was an awkward kiss that he pulled you into. Your face wedged between his tusks, unable to tilt your head much, still he swiftly parted you lips and his tongue filled your mouth.

He pulled away with a sly smile, “Not really a troll thing, you’ll have to help me practice”.

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Part 3

[mochatears]

I have contributions to offer!!!

Here is a labeled cast picture:

I’m pretty confident that I’ve labeled all of the actors correctly, with the exception of the cat I’ve labeled Amy Rattray, but I still don’t have all the character names! I also don’t know Gus’ actor’s name.

You already identified the actors of the two Queens not visible in this shot, but here’s Rumpus Cat, played by Zane Andrews.

You can see him with the ensemble in the corner of the alternate angle of the group picture:

Some other notes I have:

On Avie/Jaxon — as far as I can tell, Jaxon Coke is Avie’s drag persona. There are pictures of her out of drag on his FB and both accounts are often tagged in pictures of her.

Tori has a video in her CATS highlights reshared from a friend where she does a ‘Tori to Plato’ transition, which is where I initially identified her as Plato (and then saw the FB comment later).

Bombalurina doesn’t just perform silks, she can be seen performing on an aerial cube as well!

It seems like Mungojerrie’s actor may have transitioned since this production, to be safe I’m using the name currently attached to their FB page, which is Danisa.

On the fluffy jackets some of the cats wore: I think they may have come off for the dance cats when choreo got more energetic. I say this as an Australian — those coats look like a nightmare to dance in in spring. That’s my speculation, though.

Joanna, who plays Demeter, appears as the yellow cat in promotional material. Although her jacket and yellow palette appear to be applied to Jennyanydots in the final production, I wonder if Demeter wasn’t originally intended to be a yellow cat? While Charlotte (Jemima) kept the coat from promo images, she is also shown in some wearing a tassely piece either the same or similar to the one worn by Jenny during the show, and her wig looks like it might have gone to Lavina Monk. Basically, I wonder if the differing costumes in these promo images were a result of genuine design changes, or just mixing and matching costume pieces they had in hand because they weren’t done finalising the looks of the characters yet.

And, if you haven’t already found it, here’s some of Mr. Mistoffelees from telethon7!

hi i know you had posted about perth cats back way back in march but i was wondering if you knew anything more about the production? i’ve went down a rabbit hole trying to figure out who is what cat and who plays who using your list as a base to go off of and several hours and a good little stockpile of images later i still haven’t found anything more.

what i have found though is jemima’s actor’s full name is charlotte louise, victoria’s actor was an actor called avie grey (though i don’t know what cat is victoria) and other actors of unnamed cats include: lisa williams, tori brown, ella tweedle, rebekah wilson, lavina monk, caitlin atherton, jordy andrews and jaxon coke (all found through tagged images and birthdays posts by platinum productions on facebook) i can provide images of each of these unnamed actors so there is a cat face to attach to them just not any names still - @themagicoolcat

Not weird! I haven't looked much into Perth lately but I took another peek around with the names you listed. I didn't find much (but I did stumble upon some of those birthday posts you mentioned, I don't know how I didn't find them the first time).

It looks like Avie Grey played the clown cat, so if she's Victoria that means Vicky is the clown?

Plus Tori Brown would then be straight-haired pink cat, but I didn't see any names for that character.

I did find some of costume pictures of Sooz Bennet/Bennett? who plays Skimble, so based off of my (poor) sense of facial recognition, I think the orange long-haired one is Skimble

(Ignore the crazy person pin board vibe of my notes lmao)

Only other thing I really came up with is that I think (think) Tara Lynette Elliot mightve been on the production. Specifically and only bc she's been employed by the same company for other musicals + she looks a hell of a lot like the half pink-half orange jacket cat, which could mean nothing but I'm choosing to believe.

Given that it seems like none of the ensemble characters have ever had their names posted (by official or cast accounts) I honestly wonder if theyre just not named characters. Notably this cast skews heavily female, and quite a few of the usual Cats ensemble characters are male. So it's very possible that they just weren't named if their role wasn't 1-1 to some replica character's role (Demeter, Bomba, Victoria, etc).

I feel like the cast members would say something in the caption alongside a picture of their role ('had fun playing Alonzo in Cats this year!' or whatever) if they did have names and yet I have yet to come across anything of the like. Which is the lame disappointing answer unfortunately, but this production wouldnt be the only nonrep (or rep honestly) with a handful of unnamed ensemble or swing characters.