#for the Mic simps of course

[levigarden999]

you're feeling insecure ⋆˙⟡ famous!bakugo x reader

༉‧₊˚. theme : bakugo being a softie 'cuz you're feeling insecure about yourself

༉‧₊˚. warnings : suggestive language

ever since your boyfriend!bakugo became a professional in saving human lives, he also became famous. of course, he was a great hero so it was only natural for him to be in the news and interviews constantly. however, you weren’t expecting how… boldly people would react to his attractive looks and muscular body.

you were jealous. there was no denying that.

every time you scrolled tik tok or watched instagram reels, he popped up on your screen. and every time it happened, you would expect it would be just a regular news clip where he blew the villain up or saved a kitten from a tree. but no, they were fucking edits. edits of your goddamn boyfriend.

the edits were high quality 4k thirst trap footage of what was yours, hundreds of thousands of likes on each of them and hundreds of girls screaming and simping in the comment section.

once again you were met with this kind of video – this time it was an edit of a fight which happened a few weeks ago. in that fight bakugo got slightly injured. you remembered how he came home that night with a ripped hero suit which was dripping blood and you nearly collapsed from worry. you remembered how bakugo spent the night curled up in your arms, the only thing soothing him from the intense fight was your touch and coos.

but now, there were edits of that same damn fight that had injured him. a slow motion clip of his grin when he had finally made the villain collapse, a sensual song playing in the background as the clip zoomed and lingered on his scarred abs which were now visible through the ripped suit.

and once again, you made a mistake with opening the comment section.

raw next question

5 mins and a hair tie

born to ride forced to scroll

ughhh i need him so bad

your jaw clenched in anger and jealousy as you read through the lewd comments.

however, the worst moments always happened when you two attended those absolutely ridiculous interview events where fans were allowed to attend as well. bakugo was practically forced to attend ��� because he probably drew in the most fans from all the heroes there – but he only accepted the offer if you could come as well. you obviously said yes, there was no way you’d leave him alone in the middle of those squealing girls.

tonight was the worst.

you and bakugo were standing in the middle of a red carpet, reporters and cameras and fans surrounding you. luckily the fans were isolated from the actual carpet with a fence, but they were still far too close in your opinion.

bakugo stood beside you with a black suit on. he was so effortlessly handsome with his unkempt hair and stoic face. hell, why did he have to look so good?

as reporters pushed the mics in his face, you tightened the grip around his arm. cameras flashed and fans screamed.

”so, dynamight, i heard you were offered to model for calvin klein? i’m sure your fans would love this to happen! what do you think about it?” a middle aged woman reporter asked, beaming. she completely ignored your presence even though you shot her a dirty look.

bakugo scratched the back of his neck and scowled, as if he had no idea what she even talked about. he probably didn’t, because he had told his manager to turn off any sponsor ship offers like that.

”klein’s clothes are low quality anyway, so no. especially the underwear” he grumbled, trying to push the mic away from his damn face. you couldn’t help but smirk a little, he was so polite yet rude at the same time.

”o-oh! well, i bet your fans are disappointed!” she continued with those annoyingly red lips and flashy smile. ”what do you think about your fans, dynamight? you sure have a certain audience, don’t you?” she continued pressing.

at that, the fans surrounding you squealed and screamed to the point you were sure your eardrums exploded. katsuki only frowned again and very openly rolled his eyes.

”they’re fans, nothing special. now, if you’ll excuse me-” he said more firmly and wrapped an arm around you as he began to lead you inside the extravagant hotel to the actual event. you couldn’t help but smile proudly, knowing that bakugo was mostly just absolutely irritated by his childish fanbase.

the girls giggled and tried to ask bakugo for an autograph or a selfie, anything. you glanced over at them and immediately felt your stomach drop – they were so beautiful. tiny dresses and tits spilling out and big lips and wide eyes were everywhere.

all for bakugo, your boyfriend.

you felt your chest tightening, your confidence suddenly crumbling to pieces.

you heard their screams, even the whispers and giggles.

”he’s so much hotter in real life”

”is that his girlfriend? she’s not even all that”

”katsukiii! i love you!” someone even cried and sobbed while someone else threw a pair of goddamn pink panties on the red carpet, with the words dynamight on the front.

as you finally made it to inside of the hotel, you were already on the verge of tears. you rarely ever attended these events with him which was why you weren’t used to the intensity of everything. you were holding back tears, hands gripping his big arm harder than you realized.

”you okay?” bakugo suddenly asked, softened red eyes down at you, a slightly concerned arch between his eyebrows.

you turned your head up to him and gulped the lump down your throat. maybe the girls were right. maybe you didn’t deserve him after all.

”y-yeah” you mumbled. however, bakugo knew better. he noticed the way you suddenly took your hands off from him and fixed the straps of your dress to hide your cleavage. he noticed the way you crossed your arms over your stomach. he even noticed the way your shoulders slumped a little – you were trying to hide yourself from him.

bakugo wasn’t having anything of that. no way his beautiful, kind, amazing girlfriend was feeling insecure.

without any words he grabbed your arm and pulled you to the side, to a hallway which was in a secluded place.

”katsuki, what-” you tried to ask with a shaky tone, but you didn’t even have the time to finish your sentence. his soft lips were on yours, warmth spreading all over your body as he expressed his love which was meant personally for you.

his large, scarred hands held your cheeks softly, thumbs rubbing against the skin there as he gently moved his lips against yours. there wasn’t any tongue, anything forceful or desperate – it was a confident yet gentle act which's purpose was only to remind you that he was yours.

as he pulled back, your eyes were slightly widened, mouth still agape. your mind had been emptied with a single kiss – the thoughts of inferiority forgotten as you stared at the red eyed, firm looking man in front of you.

”don’t hide yourself. and stop that overthinking, there’s no way you actually think you’re inferior to those ridiculous girls” bakugo nearly hissed. he wasn’t angry at you though, he was angry at his fans who had made you feel like this.

”i- no, i just, they’re all so pretty-” you stuttered out, arms wrapping around your body again.

”nuh uh, don’t even go there, beautiful” he stopped you from talking again and looked down at your body while his hands wrapped around yours to stop you from hiding yourself again.

bakugo sighed and let your hands go, but instead placed them on your hips.

he rubbed his hands up and down on your sides, the warmth of them coming through the fabric of your dress.

”you know i goddamn love every inch of you. don’t ever say you aren’t beautiful or that those extras are prettier than you” he grumbled, a hint of firmness yet affection mixed in his tone. his hands ran over your stomach now, to your chest and behind your back to your ass, until they were on your sides again.

he leaned down, warm breath fanning against your neck now.

”you want proof of how i think you’re the most fucking beautiful woman i’ve ever seen?” he murmured against your skin and before you knew, he pressed his crotch against your thigh. you could only feel his hardness poking against your skin and it made you blush.

”here. your sexy ass manages to get this reaction out of me even after all these years. i touch your body for one second and i’m hard as fucking titanium”

you giggled.

bakugo pulled back and his eyes softened a little as he searched your face. it was the look of love, adoration.

”i’ve seen at least a million fans of mine throughout these years. and you know what? every time i’ve wished they were you. but of course, they haven’t been” he admitted with a small chuckle.

his hands roamed on your sides and hips again.

”sometimes i get through the fucking stupid fan meetings only by imagining you at home, safe and curled up on couch. the fact i get to come home every night to… you. it’s a thought that keeps me doing this shit, really” he continued and you could tell there was a hint of blush on his cheeks. the poor man was embarrassed.

you snickered and took his face in your hands, a gentle and loving smile spreading on your lips.

”imagine the reporters seeing you all soft like this. it would make a headline” you teased. bakugo only huffed and blushed deeper, but there was a hint of a smirk on his lips.

”shut your pretty mouth, brat. don’t tempt me to shut it for you”

your arms found themselves wrapped around his neck as you smirked, playfully challenging him.

”oh? and how would you do that, dynamight?” your voice took a much more seductive turn.

fuck. he absolutely loved the way you drawled out the dynamight. bakugo’s eyes visibly darkened and his jaw clenched.

before you knew it, he grabbed your hand from behind his neck and pulled you away.

”let’s get home and i’ll show you, fucking minx”

now as you walked out through the very same sea of fans, you smiled smugly and walked proudly beside him, giving all the girls dirty, knowing smirks.

[rose24207]

Stream interrupted

Summary: While Lando is streaming, his focus shifts completely when he sees you dressed in a revealing Halloween outfit, leading to a steamy distraction that leaves both of you cutting the stream for a more private celebration.

Genre: suggestive

TW: Kissing, flirting, stream is into it

A/N: woahhh okay I see how it is heheh! English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!

Based of this request

Masterlist

Lando had been streaming for a couple of hours, chatting casually with his viewers while navigating a chaotic session of F1 24. His banter was light and easy, the kind of vibe that kept his audience hooked, but his attention wasn’t entirely on the game tonight.

You were in the bedroom getting ready for a Halloween party with friends. You had shown Lando your outfit earlier—a silver glitter mini dress with sheer cutouts that hugged your figure perfectly, paired with heels and your hair tied up in a sleek ponytail. And to say Lando had been caught off guard was an understatement.

The door to the streaming room opened, and you stepped inside. Lando’s eyes immediately darted up from the screen, his jaw tightening as he took you in. The dress was even more stunning under the soft glow of the room’s LED lights, the high ponytail giving you an effortlessly sultry look.

“Babe…” he said, the word slipping out almost breathlessly. His hands froze mid-motion on his controller, completely forgetting the game.

You smirked, leaning casually against the doorframe. “How do I look?”

Lando’s gaze swept over you, lingering a moment too long before flicking back up to your eyes. His cheeks flushed slightly, and he let out a low, awkward laugh. “Uh, yeah. You look… yeah.”

The chat, of course, caught everything.

WHO IS THAT?!

Lando.exe has stopped working.

Bro is down BAD!

That’s not just a distraction—that’s a GAME OVER.

You laughed at his reaction, stepping closer to adjust the collar of his black hoodie. “You’re streaming, aren’t you?”

“Y-yeah,” he stammered, his eyes darting to the chat, then back to you. “But I think they’re, uh… preoccupied now.”

The chat was, indeed, losing its collective mind.

Lando’s chat is no longer about racing, it’s about thirst.

Viewer count just went up by 500, bro.

Cancel the game, we’re here for the drama.

You leaned closer to the mic, grinning mischievously. “Hi, chat. Hope you’re enjoying the stream.”

The influx of messages only grew:

She’s STUNNING.

Marry her immediately.

We’re ALL simping now.

Lando groaned, muting his mic quickly. “You’re gonna kill me, you know that?”

“Why?” you teased, tilting your head innocently. “Because I’m going out, or because of the outfit?”

“Both,” he muttered, running a hand through his curls. His eyes darkened slightly as he glanced at you again. “Mostly the outfit. Do you really have to go?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Jealous much?”

“No,” he replied too quickly, then added under his breath, “Okay, maybe a little.”

You chuckled, brushing your fingers along his jawline. “Relax, Lando. It’s just a party.”

“Yeah, but you look…” He swallowed hard, his words trailing off. His gaze lingered for a moment too long, and his audience noticed when he unmuted.

Lando, your face is giving EVERYTHING away.

Man’s fully simping LIVE.

Call it, mate—you’ve lost this battle.

Lando cleared his throat, forcing himself to turn back to the screen. “Alright, chat, back to racing—no distractions now,” he said, though his voice was less convincing than he’d hoped.

You smirked, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek. “Have fun, babe. Don’t wait up.”

As you walked away, Lando’s head whipped back toward you, his brows furrowed. “Wait—are you seriously going? Like… right now?”

You stopped in the doorway, looking back at him with a sly smile. “Maybe.”

Lando stared at you for a moment, then abruptly turned to his stream. “Alright, chat. Stream’s over. Gotta go. Bye.”

Before the chat could react, he ended the broadcast, spinning his chair around to face you fully. “You’re not going anywhere in that dress.”

You tilted your head at Lando, feigning innocence, “What are you going to do about it, Norris? Stop me?”

His smirk deepened as he got up from his gaming chair, his movements slow and deliberate. His eyes never left yours, their intensity making your stomach flip.

“Oh, I’m definitely stopping you,” he said, his voice low and confident.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, crossing your arms. “And how exactly do you plan on doing that?”

He was standing in front of you now, his hands sliding around your waist as he pulled you closer. “I’ll start by telling you that there’s no way I’m letting anyone else see you in this dress.”

Your cheeks flushed at the way his gaze dropped to your lips, but you weren’t ready to give in so easily. “Lando, it’s just a party. You’re being dramatic.”

“Dramatic?” he echoed, arching a brow. His fingers toyed with the fabric at your hip, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. “You think this is me being dramatic? Babe, you haven’t seen anything yet.”

Before you could respond, he closed the space between you, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was far from innocent. It was heated, possessive, and left no room for protest.

Your hands instinctively found their way to his shoulders, gripping his hoodie as he deepened the kiss.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, both of you breathing heavily. “Still think you’re going out?” he murmured, his voice laced with amusement.

You rolled your eyes, though your resolve was quickly crumbling. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“And yet you love me for it,” he quipped, his trademark grin back in full force.

You sighed, pretending to consider your options. “Alright, fine. I won’t go. But only because I don’t feel like dealing with your jealous streak all night.”

“Jealous streak?” he repeated, feigning offense. “I’m not jealous. I’m just… territorial.”

You burst out laughing, swatting his chest lightly. “Sure, Lando. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

He chuckled, pulling you back into his arms. “No, seriously. Stay. We can have our own little party right here. No clubs, no crowds, just us. What do you think?”

You raised a brow. “And what exactly does this ‘party’ of yours entail?”

Lando’s grin turned mischievous as he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. “Oh, I have a few ideas.”

The heat in his voice sent a thrill through you, and you couldn’t help but smile. “Alright, Norris. You win. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

And needless to say, you didn’t regret skipping the party.

Thank you for reading!

[chaos-chloe]

Hii! I'd like to request a droid xfem reader story, where the whole clooles gang (+reader) is playing never have I ever on stream and drinking and droid and reader get drunk-flirty and chat goes crazy maybe it gets a bit too heated 👀 and puffer has to emergency end the stream so droid and reader don't expose too much lmao, I've read like 100 stories with this same trope but I just love it so much 😭. I'd love to see more droid stories in general cuz there's not that much out there, anyways I'll stop bothering you now thanks, bye 🖤

You can never bother me love! and I have this write here just for you! I hope you enjoy!

Truth Or Hydrate - Droid x Reader

Summary: Truth or Hydrate where alcohol create loose lips

TW: Alcohol consumptions, established relationships, cursing, kissing

“Hi chat, hellooooss, Chat can you hear me?” Puffer said while speaking into his orange foam microphone.

“Hiya, my favorite internet people!” I greeted them hoping they could hear me as I was away looking at the laptop, “OO! You guys can hear me?” I said excitedly hoping our set up was working. I started seeing chat fly by quickly saying all types of ‘yes’, ‘yeah’, and etc. 

“Okay guys since you can hear me on my mic, lets see if you can hear the guy's microphone?” I said try to troubleshoot if something goes wrong.

“Of course they can hear you, they all simp for you.” Puffer said in a degrading tone towards chat.

“No comment from me, but they can hear you Puffer, okay someone else try.” I say changing the topic and moving on with the stream.

“Elloing chat, ellos? Testing, testing.” Pezzy started trying in a funny voice as he was playing with strings on his sweatshirt.

“Alrighty they can hear Pezzwald, grizzy or droid?” I asked seeing if they would greet chat

“Yer” “What's going on?” They both greeted Chat at the same time and started laughing. 

“Now turn on the camera.” I gave Puffer the cue, to show off our set up in our living room, you can barely see our hallway leading to our bedroom.

The bigger monitor I had stored away lit up with the guys in the frame on the couch with their respective drinks. I got up from my squatted position, to go make myself a strong raspberry margarita. 

“Chat calm down, ___ is making herself a margarita right now, for what we are doing.” Puffer yelled at chat for spamming.

“Chat what's going on? Chat. Do yall know what's going on today?” Droid asked as he was watching the monitor .”Someone else wants to explain, bro.” Droid acting like he was exhausted from ‘setting up’.

“Dawg, it was your idea!” I yelled from our kitchen, “By the way I'm making my marg, be ready for loud noises.” I forewarned the guys and Chat.

“I mean it is my stream I guess I can.” Puffer spoke as he took over, “Alright listen up, we are doing Truth or Drink, we are doing white girl sorority things.” Puffer spoke, his eyes swiping over the guys and making sure I was paying attention.

“Oop hold on, ___ needs to mix her drink.” Droid yelled over the guys laughing, I gave him a thumbs up and a wink and clicked ‘Blend’ on the blender.

“Okay, we are waiting for __ to join us on the couch, she is sitting in between Grizzy and I.” Droid began again as he was scooting closer to Puffer, and Grizzy scooted over to Pezzy.

“Chat, you guys are so weird towards her, you will see her outfit in a minute. She's literally joining us in a sec.” Pezzy stepped in, protecting me from the weirdos in chat. 

“I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m here, hello, chat.” I said walking into the frame of the stream waving. “As requested by my girl fans, this is a lazy day so I’m wearing an old black/dark blue off one shoulder shirt. I have had this shirt for a long ass time, I have no idea where I got it. I paired it with a cream drawstring lounge shorts, I usually wear these when I’m cleaning but oh whale.” I explained my outfit, doing a little leg lift showing off my no-show black socks, that the girls do with their OOTD videos; all while holding my big glass.

“Damn let me get a taste of that drink.” Grizzy piped in, letting me walk through the maze of alcohol bottles or drinks on the floor.

I handed him my drink, so I could get comfy on the couch in my assigned seat. I put my hand on DRoid’ shoulder to make sure i wawa balanced properly. He moved his head and kissed the top of my hand. Once I finally settled down, I grabbed my glass back from Grizzy and started siping, not paying attention to any of the rules or the jokes going on.

“Wait, what were the rules again? I was disassociating.” I was muffled with my straw in my mouth, I moved my attention to my boyfriend. 

“Truth or drink, you either tell the truth or you take a shot. In your case, take a big sip rather than your leisurely sips.” Droid repeated holding eye contact with me, making sure I was actively listening and paying attention to him.

“Alright, I can do that. So we are starting with the cards, once those become boring we move on to chat?” I asked to make sure that the information was correct, Droid was still holding eye contact with me, so I sent a wink towards him. 

“Yes ___” I heard from each of the guys, moaning and groaning from my lack of attentiveness.

“Oh shit, this is supposed to be played with hot sauce?” Grizzy questioned since Droid was opening the box of cards. He put the box to hold the card behind me on top of the couch. 

“Yeah, I mean do you wanna try it?” Droid offered Grizzy the bottle, while he was trying to get the pack of cards out of the box.

“No.” Grizzy declined quickly, “He’s a pussy, dude.” Pezzy making an effort to egg on Grizzy.

“Do yall realise that he keeps it at eighty-nine degrees in the house?” I interjected siding with Grizzy instantly, looking at Pezzy with a humorous look on my face.

“SEE EXACTLY!” Grizzy yelled “Yall think I want hot sauce right now?!” He asked with disbelief and slight disgust in his tone.

“That’s all Pezzy and ___, bruh.” Droid defended himself, holding his hands up by his face. 

“I pay the electric bill, of course I want it cold in the house.” I defended myself by acting offended at his accusation.

“Bitch, you were just saying you were freezing before the stream.” Grizzy shot back at Droid.

“I was freezing, feel ___.” Droid said while putting his left hand on my thigh. “DAWG GET THEM COLD PAWS OFF OF ME!” I yelled getting up and walking away from Droid, trying to warm up my thigh.

“See Grizzy, feel this.” Droid switched his attention to his next victim. Grizzy flinched, “YOOO!” He was looking at Droid as if he had frostbite on his hand.

Pezzy put out his hand to see if Droid and I were just being dramatically extra for the camera. Once their hands made contact, “Dude are you okay?” Pezzy asked due to shock.

Puffer reached for Droid's right hand to feel, and they interlocked their fingers together, “Now I’m okay.” He responded with a joking tone.

“Okay how are we doing this?” Puffer asked impatiently, he was wanting to get this shit done.

“We will take turns, you’ll get a turn, I’ll get a turn, ___, Grizzy and Pezzy or whatever.” Droid explained the ‘circle’. 

“Who are we asking?” Puffer continued wanting to get the base down pat.

“It's-its- It’s a group thing, so it's everybody. Whoever is in the room, pretty much .” Droid stuttered his answer, I started giggling due to his stutter.

“Wait this is bad then…” Pezzy dragged on, with me shaking my head in agreement.

“Imma need to add another shot real quick.” I added, “Y’all may need to get more alcohol.” Grizzy said with a suspicious tone and look on his face.

“Alright Puffer your on the end, do your Pokémon card thing.” Droid laughed as we all joined in cause the motion Droid did.

“What’s the most embarrassing thing you've ever done?” Puffer read the card out loud.

“I shit myself on a car ride home.” Grizzy said instantly and Pezzy started laughing along with him. “I was like 8, bro.”

“Oh, oh, I got one.” Puffer said, remembering his memory. “Oh I know yours.” Droid and I said together.

“I fell into the San Antonio river.” “Oh! Nevermind I did not know yours.” Droid taking back his statement.

“Mine was when I was in school and I trusted a fart way too much.” Pezzy brings the mic right up to his mouth resting it on his chin.

“Okay so all of y’all shit yourself except Puffer.” I nodded my head and laughed along with them.

“Okay Miss Clooless Princess, what’s your most embarrassing moment?” Pezzy snapped at me for laughing at them.

“Bleed through my pants multiple times in school and left a stain on my chair.” I said calmly and started sipping, Droid wrapped his arm around my shoulder bringing me closer and slightly kissed my head. Thankfully chat did not see it and no one is freaking out.

“Ugh that’s so basic for girls.” Puffer groaned wanting to know more juicy details.

“Oh, Oh!” Droid was reacting to the card in his hand. “Ask it.” Pezzy sneered “Okay you wanted this, dog.”

“In your opinion-my opinion who here in the room is the freakiest in bed?” Droid nodding his head trying to not make himself noticeable with me.

“Uhhh ___, is the most definitely.” Pezzy said out loud, he smacked his hand against his mouth so fast. I was astounded that the alcohol was hitting him this fast, but he did catch us in a situation once.

“You know what? I'll agree with you there, Pezzy.” Droid agreed, shaking his head and dapping him up. I looked at him as if he was a crazed man, not wanting our, mostly mine getting leaked on the internet. He shushed me and we kept moving on with the game.

“I'm not going to answer.” Grizzy and Puffer both agreed with me, as we took our respective shots.

“You know what? I'm going to say Droid and I feel like it because he’d be like ‘Yeah I have seen some shit.” Puffer started laughing, I started blushing and hiding my face while laughing. 

“And we just started going to town!” Droid continued as he lifted his Twisted Tea. He looked over at me to wink and send me a kiss. 

“Okay, okay.” I picked up my card for my turn, “You can only have one best friend, tell us yours.” I read out loud.

“I'm thinking of a title right now.” Droid deviously acted like he was an evil villain, plotting a big reveal. 

“Uh-um- nevermind.” Puffer was buffering thinking if he should reveal it, “Nah, just say it.” Pezzy, Droid and Grizzy taunted, “My old high school friend.”

“I have known you less,” Pezzy pointed to Puffer, “Damn, sorry.” Puffer responded. “But I have known all of y'all the same amount of time.” Pezzy said to us.

“Um i think you have known them longer than me.” Droid Pointed out. “Don't forget that we fucked.” Droid pointed out the fake news, to rile up fans. I smacked his arm with the back of my hand hard. 

“I know,” Pezzy rubbed his face, already feeling the alcohol, “My cat. Fuck you.” Pezzy flipped off Grizzy.

“Man, I was just about to say you but okay.” Grizzy shrugged his shoulders as everybody laughed at the turn of events. “You know what ___ has always been there and here for me.” Grizzy said while putting a hand on my shoulder. 

“I'm going to say Yum Yum.” I said while thinking of all the times he and I were in late night discord calls, Yumi was there when I met Droid, etc. 

“For fans who don't know who Yum Yum is, it's Yumi, only  ____ can call him that.” Droid said pointing to chat cause they were spamming confused emotes.

“Who’s your hottest friend?” Pezzy read the card out loud, “Grizzy.” Puffer answered right off the bat, he looked over to Droid for him to answer.

“__” Droid answered, I was leaning back on the couch with my glass in between my thighs. “Can I choose myself?” I asked back, everyone laughed together.

“Egotistical bitch.” Pezzy carriedon, which made us die of laughter and red in our faces. 

“Everybody has insecurities, what are two of yours?” Puffer pulled that card that I avoided earlier in the stack.

“Uhhh, my weight and my relationship.” Droid answered honestly, “Huh? Whatcha mean with that?” Pezzy wondered what he meant due to me sitting literally right there.

“If I’m good enough for my partner, my confidence is wack bro.” Droid explained his reasoning, with an all around ‘Ohhh’ of understanding. I quickly stretched back leaning where they couldn't see me on camera. 

“I love you no matter what.” I whispered behind his ear. “I love you too.” He turned his head towards my direction so the microphone couldn't pick it up. 

“What is your biggest online screw up?” Grizzy read with a smirk, “I'm taking a shot.” I said right off the bit. 

“Nah, nah it's already out there, just say it __.” Grizzy said to me. “UGH fine, I sold my feet pics a couple years ago.” I whispered into the mic as the other guys just gasped in shock at this revelation. “I'm still taking a shot for even saying it.” 

“Are you still making money off it?” Puffer as his curiosity peaked, “Nah I’m taking another shot, I do not care.” Downing another tequila shot while making a sour face. 

“Let the host read your last text message with either your significant other/partner or best friend?” Grizzy chuckled thinking he was going to get something juicy. “Oh hell no!” Droid busted out. I handed my phone over to Grizzy, knowing he wont purposefully snoop through our messages.

“Okay okay, __ has herself a little boo thing that she loves and wants to make sure that they stay hidden. She has him or her underneath “Hawt Stuff” and no picture, and I definitely do not know this phone number.” Grizzy read out loud thinking this was going to make me walk out, but instead I was just sitting there smiling and blushing. My eyes cut towards Droid quickly to see his reaction. Thankfully, his attention was being taken up with Puffer and Meghans text messages.

“I mean we don't have significant others,” Pezzy pointed out to Grizzy “and our friends are literally each other.” He laughed at the contradiction. 

“Hey Droid, who have you been trying to talk to recently?” Puffer fish for information, “Absolutely no one, but here's my phone.” Droid handed over his phone caught in a lie as Puffer started cackling. 

“Droid who’s LOML?” Puffer coughed out as he caught Droid, “HUH?” He yelled into the microphone. “No one man.” He quickly said, “Why do they have the same type of message that __ had?”

“I’m taking a shot, man.” Droid reached down for the Crown, and while he was reaching his hand on my leg to balance himself, he started rubbing his thumb on my leg.

“I have a good one, How many sexual partners have you had?” Pezzy read with a small evil smirk on his face.

I heard three from Puffer, ‘five’ from droid, 4 from me, and two from Grizzy, the Pezzy asked “what does sexual mean?”

“Sex.” Puffer deadpanned answered, “So full on sex?” Pezzy made sure, as everyone was nodding their heads yes.

“Dick and penis.” Droid said confirming but misspoke, which had all of cackling, hitting our legs or the couch, rocking back and forth, and wheezing to breath for a good hot two minutes. 

“There's my biggest online screw up, right there. I mean dick and pussy.” Droid corrected himself, as we were settling down and my margarita was hitting me I decided to put my legs over Droid’s lap and my head still on the cushion of the couch; scooting down a bit to get comfortable. Droid put his can in his right hand and wrapped his left arm around my shoulders and head. I kissed his shoulder, showing him some love on camera that some fans saw but not that many.

“What kind of sex are you having?” Puffer wondered jokingly, “Listen, I'm straight as hell, straighter than a goddamn candy cane. I mean look at this beautiful lady in my lap.” Droid said, calming down from that hilarious miss-speaking. 

“He’s like so dreamy, ‘who should i pick?’” Droid mocked Pezzy while holding his microphone up to his face like he was a teenage girl in a 90’s movie. I started laughing and everybody joined in, while feeling out shots hit us.

“Let's pick Droid, anywho Would you rather have sex with Droid and no one knows–” “Sure.” Puffer cut Pezzy off from reading the black card. “Huh-What?” “That was a bit too quick, man.” Droid joked as he looked over at Puffer.

“--But no one knows or not have sex with Droid but everyone thinks you did?” Pezzy regained his focus to finish reading the card. “That's our chat anyways!” Pezzy exclaimed, pointing over to the laptop Puffer had set up earlier.

“Fuck it, I already let him hit for free.” I slurred while taking a sip of my raspberry margarita, not wanting to look at Droid for suspense.

“Whaaattt?!” “HUH?!” “SHHHH?!” “hmm okay then.” I heard from every direction, due to the echo in the living room. 

“I mean chat already thinks we had sex, so why not?” I said, lollying my head to the other side looking at Pezzy.

“CHAT! ___ is way too drunk right now, we are ending the stream, say byeeee!” Puffer yelled into the microphone, as he was walking over to the computer, I turned my head to admire my boyfriend as he was looking at me, I gave him a quick peck on the lips right as the stream ended. 

“Did you know that chat definitely saw that?” “Mmm yeah, oh well.” I shrugged my shoulders. “That's a mess for tomorrow.”

[darkenedroses-world]

Laser-Focused — Droid x Reader

gn!reader, playful chaos, stream shenanigans, chat roasting, post-stream moments, simp nation, request

The stream started off relatively chill—just Droid running through a solo match while his chat spammed jokes and commentary. The other guys were still finishing up their own things, promising to join in later, leaving Droid to hold down the fort. “Alright, chat,” he said, leaning back in his chair and cracking his knuckles. “Let’s see if I can carry this match solo, or if I’m about to embarrass myself in front of, like, three thousand of you.”

The chat immediately filled with:

You’re gonna fold.

Nah, Droid’s got this

Imagine dying in the first five minutes, lol

“Wow,” Droid muttered, squinting at the screen as he adjusted his aim. “Real supportive energy, chat. Love to see it.” Just as he started pushing toward the next objective, the Discord notification chimed in his headphones. His mouse froze mid-click, and the second your voice came through the call, his heart practically jumped out of his chest. “Hey, Droid,” you said casually, your voice warm and light. “Oh,” he blurted, his voice cracking slightly. “Hey! Uh, what’s up? You joining early?” You laughed softly. “Yeah, figured I’d hop on since the others are taking forever. That okay?” “Okay?” he repeated, his hands fumbling over his keyboard. “Yeah, of course! Totally okay. Great, actually. Perfect.” His chat noticed immediately.

Ohhhh, Droid’s folding already

Is that Y/N???

SIMPPPPP ALERT 🚨🚨🚨

You must have heard the shift in his tone because you chuckled. “You sure? You sound a little… I don’t know, flustered.” “Flustered? Me? Nah,” Droid said quickly, though his words tumbled over each other in a way that didn’t help his case. “I’m just focused. You know, laser-focused on this game.” His cursor moved erratically on-screen, and a sniper shot clipped him in the shoulder, almost taking him out. He winced as his chat exploded with messages.

Laser-focused, huh? 💀

This man is GONE

Y/N speaks = Droid dies

“You okay over there?” you asked, amusement lacing your tone. “Y-yeah, totally fine,” he said, frantically trying to recover in-game. “Just… adjusting my settings.” “Sure,” you teased. “Adjusting your settings or adjusting to me being here?” His brain short-circuited, and he let out a nervous laugh. “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The chat was absolutely losing it now.

BRO IS BLUSHING SO HARD RN

HE CAN’T EVEN TALK

Someone save this man.

You smirked, leaning into your mic. “Droid, are you okay? You’re acting like you’ve never talked to me before.” He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “I’m fine. It’s just—your timing caught me off guard. That’s all.” “Mhm,” you hummed, clearly unconvinced. “Well, don’t mind me. Just pretend I’m not here.” “Impossible,” he muttered under his breath, his chat catching it immediately.

IMAGINE BEING THIS DOWN BAD

Droid just exposed himself 💀

Y/N, he’s finished. Absolutely finished.

You laughed softly, your voice breaking through his spiraling thoughts. “Relax, Droid. I’m just messing with you.” “Yeah, yeah,” he mumbled, though his face burned as he glanced at his second monitor, where the chat was absolutely roasting him. Just as he started to recover, you spoke again, your tone playful. “By the way, chat’s right. You’re really bad at pretending not to be a simp.” He froze, his hand slipping off the mouse as he stared at his screen. “I—I’m not simping! I don’t simp! I’m just… being nice.” “Uh-huh,” you said, your laugh sending shivers down his spine. “If you say so.” His chat, of course, ran with it.

HE’S DONE FOR

Y/N knows! IT’S OVER!

Stop lying, Droid. We all see it.

“You know what?” Droid said finally, throwing his hands up in mock defeat. “Fine. Whatever. Let’s just play before chat ruins me even more.” You grinned, your voice soft and teasing. “Okay, Droid. But don’t think I didn’t catch what you said earlier.” “What did I say?” he asked cautiously. “That it’s impossible to ignore me,” you replied sweetly. He groaned, burying his face in his hands as his chat erupted in emojis and laughter. “Chat, I’m muting all of you. And Y/N. And myself.” “Love you too, Droid,” you said, your laugh making his heart race even faster. The match ended in predictable disaster, with Droid going out early thanks to his “totally laser-focused” gameplay. His chat, of course, had a field day with it.

Y/N speaks = Droid dies, confirmed

Bro can’t handle the pressure 😂

Stream MVP: Reader, for singlehandedly destroying Droid’s brain cells

“Alright, chat,” Droid said, his voice tinged with mock annoyance as he leaned back in his chair. “Y’all have been ruthless tonight, so I’m calling it. Thanks for hanging out and, uh, bullying me into oblivion. Appreciate it.” His stream sign-off was met with a flood of laughing emotes and teasing comments, but the chaos finally subsided as the stream ended. Droid sighed, pulling off his headphones and slumping in his chair. But just as he started to relax, your voice broke through the quiet in his headset. “Hey, Droid,” you said casually, still on the Discord call. “You okay? You got kinda quiet there.” His face heated instantly, and he sat up straight, fumbling for words. “Yeah, I’m fine! Totally fine. Just… recovering from chat. They were wild tonight, right?” You chuckled softly. “I think they were just calling it like they saw it.” “And what’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, though his voice cracked slightly. You smirked, your tone turning teasing.

“That you’re a little down bad, maybe?” “I—I’m not—” He groaned, lifting his glasses to rub his eyes. “Oh my God, you’re as bad as they are.” “Am I, though?” you teased, your grin evident in your voice. “Or am I just honest?” Droid’s mind raced as he tried to come up with a response that wouldn’t dig him deeper into the hole he was already in. “You’re enjoying this way too much.” “Maybe,” you admitted, laughing softly. “But it’s cute watching you get all flustered.” His breath hitched at your words, and he quickly tried to play it off. “I’m not flustered.” “You sure about that?” you asked, your voice dropping just enough to make his heart skip a beat. “Because you’re stammering a lot.” “I’m fine,” he said quickly, though the way his voice cracked again didn’t exactly help his case. “Totally fine.” There was a beat of silence before you spoke again, this time softer. “Droid?” “Yeah?” he asked, his voice quieter now. “I’m just messing with you, you know that, right?” you said gently.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” “You’re not,” he admitted, his shoulders relaxing slightly. “It’s just… you catch me off guard, that’s all.” Your smile softened at his honesty. “In a good way or a bad way?” “In a… good way,” he said, his voice almost shy. “Like, you make it impossible to focus, but I don’t really mind.” Your heart fluttered at his words, warmth spreading through your chest. “Good. Because I think it’s kinda cute.” He let out a soft laugh, the tension finally easing as he leaned back in his chair. “You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?” “Maybe,” you teased, your grin returning. “But at least you’ll go out with a smile.” “Yeah,” he said softly, his voice laced with affection. “Yeah, I would.”

[sturnlova]

Gonna hear you (M.S)

(Matt Sturniolo x Female reader)

( Warning : Smut of course , fluff, new to writing, long asf sorry i got carried away 😭 , not proofread but when is it? that’s all i think )

( Word count : Around 850 )

( Send requests!!!)

Y/N POV:

I walked in the house shared with Nick, Chris and my boyfriend Matt and placed my keys on the key bowl on the wooden table. I could hear muffled screams saying “You IDIOT!!“ “How’d you mess it up” “IT WAS AN ACCIDENT“ i knew at this point they were playing Fortnite i didn’t know if they were streaming though.

I walked into Nick’s room to say hi as i always do, stumbled my way to Chris’ room and gave him a hi before i walked to matt room. I finally reached matt’s room kissed him on the cheeks and moved his headphones to whisper in his ear “hi pretty boy, how are you you?” he blushed at my words and pressed a button on his keyboard to say “ hi sweetheart i’m good, but better now that your here “ I looked at the camera as he unmuted and waved a quick hello.

His stream was going crazy as they read what our mouths said and went wild over the nick names, it made me giggle.

Time skip

I just finished my shower and left my clothes on matt’s bed well he was still on stream. Fuck. What do. i called matts name as he went on mute and asked “what’s wrong? “ I stepped to show my naked body but still out of frame for them steam couldn’t see me.

All his blood travelled straight to his pants and made an obvious bludge in grey sweatpants, i couldn’t help but giggle at the fact i made him this way.

He turned his camera off and threw me my top but nothing else. He instructed me to his lap, i quickly followed like a dog following the smell of food. He pulled his pants down and jerked his 8 and half inches before allowing his self in me. We have tried cock warming a couple of times it always ended in him fucking me.

He turned the camera on along with the mic, i could hear Nick and Chris talk about how he was such a simp for me. Matt just told them to shut up and continued the game of Fortnite for an hour or two. Every time he would laugh or get angry he would thrust up and make me whine.. i moaned a bit to loud into the mic a bit to many times. fuck i could not stay quiet for the life of me. Matt moved his hands to my hips and squeezed them to tell me to shut it along with his whisper yell“ There gonna hear you”

But holy shit i couldn’t handle it, i started to grind on him and didn’t stop, matt turned his camera and mic off and told me if i didn’t stop his gonna end up fucking me.. but shit that didn’t sound like a bad idea ?? He turned everything back on and i continued doing my actions. Matt game skills were shit at this point, i could hear Nick say “ Matt are you feeling okay? your game is worse than mine lmao 🤣” Matt responded with “ actually i’m not feeling that good, ima head off now..” They said there byes and matt said bye to chat and turned discord call off along with twitch.

Matt took me off his lap and spoke into my ear “ you wanna be a slut and want my brothers and over 20k people hear you moan? knowing they are gonna hear, than your gonna get fucked like one.” the way he spoke just made me get wetter to the point were i was leaking onto my thighs since i had no underwear one.

He gave me no warning and thrusted into me.. he didn’t need to stretch me as he already cock already did the job. Fuck the speed he was at was a speed that i’ve never experienced, but holy shit i loved it. I was begging under him, screaming his name like a chant.

After 3 orgasms and Matt not stopping i couldn’t even moan i just had my mouth in a ‘o’ shape and heavy loud breaths. I couldn’t take it anymore and matt saw it on my face and spoke “ you can take it i know you can, i can take it so can you, plus remember you’re the one who couldn’t wait, one more baby please baby i know you got this” i really couldn’t. Shit after he kept going i couldn’t do it i screamed out safe word “ketchup” repeatedly. i know it’s a silly safe word but it worked.

Matt stopped immediately and was so worried asking if i was okay and if he went too far, I reinsured him telling him i was okay and that i was more than okay i just couldn’t handle the over stimulation. Matt hurried off to the bathroom and grabbed a wet hand towel to clean me up and then cleaned him self up.

Matt checked his phone and saw 3 messages from chris …

[cheolaholic]

ring of love; csc (teaser !!)

the ring doesnt always have to be filled with violence.

modern! au • boxer! au • hhu focused • multiple kinds of tropes • fluff, angst, smut

summary; agreeing to join vernon spectate an underground boxing match wasn't how you'd expect to spend your friday night. you also didn't expect to see seungcheol, someone you've lost contact with for years, become a part of the ring.

contains; boxer! seungcheol, part-time barista! reader, gamer! wonu, part-time model! mingyu, rapper! vernon, vocalist! joshua (he appears for an open mic scene), they're all in college so college! au, psychology major! wonwoo, art major! vernon, art major! mingyu, business major! reader, business major! seungcheol, hhu playing cupid and matchmaker, no second lead syndrome drama kinda shit bcs i said so, childhood friends to lovers, seungcheol and reader lost contact somewhere in their teen years, seungcheol is an absolute simp for reader, multiple types of tropes to be found, seungcheol is rich (like absolutely filthy rich), same goes to the rest of the hhu (they don't flaunt it like how you'd expect most rich kids to do, just that occasionally reader would have a moment of realisation where she goes 'right, they have the money for that'), reader and her family aren't as rich but are well off enough to have a comfortable lifestyle (working middle class) there's fluff, some occasional angst

mature themes include; sexual tension, making out, lazily making out, fingering, oral (f&m receiving), dacryphilia, cheol is filthy rich and has a filthy mouth to go along with it, corruption kink, marking kink, unprotected sex (pls wrap it before you tap it), dom! cheol, sub! reader, light bondage, lots of cussing, etc

a/n; yaho~ ik i've been gone for what, 3 years? but, i am back baby! (read in shane/ryan's voice from buzzfeed/watcher) and first fic ofc, i'm dedicating it to my beloved husband, cheol <33 this fic basically proves my permanent residence in delululand lmao 🥴

click here to join the taglist ♡

"you... want me to join your endurance stream?"

a small hum was met with your question as wonwoo took a sip from his can of black monster energy drink. "...but, why..?" you asked, completely confused.

it wasn't as if you didn't like the idea, though you were caught off guard as the only games you've ever played were... well, more catered towards your style of aesthetic. games such as animal crossing, melatonin, a little to the left.

wonwoo's taste in games on the other hand, they were what you'd expect from majority of the male demographic on earth ㅡ FNAF, first person shooter games, he has a huge obsession with chilla's art games (to which you understand why after watching his playthrough of 'the closing shift' and 'night delivery').

the usual horror, thriller and action genre is what you're getting at.

"reason number one, you're pretty. and no, i'm not trying to hit on you," he then proceeded to raise his hand as if he was taking an oath, "i swear i'm not. i meant it as in, who wouldn't want to watch a pretty girl play games? i know your preferred genre of games and mine are two different worlds but, i'm sure we can compromise."

wonwoo surveys both your surroundings, seemingly to check whether the coast was clear; before propping his arms onto the coffee table and leaning forward.

"reason number two being if you join, i'll be able to get seungcheol to join too."

"so, you're getting me to join so you can get cheol to join?" placing a hand over your chest, you faked betrayal, "i feel so hurt that you're only using me as bait, woo."

"hey, i also want you to join, okay?"

taking a sip from your milkshake, you stared at wonwoo, urging him to continue his explanation.

"___, please. i even had the whole process of the endurance stream planned out! i just need seungcheol hyung to say yes, and you're the key to getting him to say yes!"

"woo, you're friends, of course he'll agree! i don't understand how i play a role in this. i'm sure bantering with mingyu, or even trying a 'no cuss' bet with vernon would be enough to get him to say yes."

shaking his head while sighing, he muttered out a "it's not that simple..."

"woo, i seriously don't get it."

"___, i'm going to be extremely honest, okay?"

you shoot the male sitting front of you a confused look, which prompted him to take a sip of his drink.

"this isn't the first time i've done an endurance stream, i'm sure you know that too. and i'm sure you've seen seungcheol join them but, not all the time. you'll notice it's usually gyu or vernon with me and chat's pretty much made it an inside joke that hyung's a rare pokemon sighting on my streams."

you let out a small laugh at seungcheol being called a rare pokemon sighting, which makes wonwoo smile.

"and, as of late, i've noticed that whenever we hung out, seungcheol would be there too. regardless if he had a match the previous night and his entire body is sore."

"but... we're friends, no? why wouldn't he be there?"

"okay, allow me to rephrase that sentence."

"mmm?"

"seungcheol hyung will only say yes if you're there too."

you're mouth opened slightly, shocked and confused. as you tried to process wonwoo's sentence, he added on.

"and this is just my assumption based on what i've observed from the day vernon introduced you up to now."

"you sound like a psychiatrist, woo..."

"i am a psychology student, no?"

"touché. and what have you concluded from your observation, mr jeon?"

"i think seungcheol likes you."

[britt-kageryuu]

The stream is showing a Christmas Party. The boys are in Ugly Christmas Sweaters, and matching pajama pants.

There's a table with lots of food, and drinks, including a dozen Pizzas. A couple big couches were set close to a TV with a microphone set up.

They're currently doing Christmas Karaoke. Those not singing were on the couch with some bells, or shakers.

Leo was leading them is singing Feliz Navidad. Well it's more like shouting since they just hit the course.

"I WANNA WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART!!!" Leo basically yell sings into the Mic. Then a beat before going back to the more calm parts of the song.

Some watching were wondering how the audio wasn't just constantly peaking, or cutting out. Others were spamming lyrics and emojis in the chat. They were gifted some newer Holiday emojis for the party, and they were loving it.

There were some in the audience kinda Simping for Leo's Spanish, the mods were kinda just letting people go nuts, only timing people out when they got spammy.

The song finished, and Leo tosses the mic to Donnie who chose to sing 'You're a Mean One Mr. Grinch', reminding veiwers that Donnie has a deep vocal range.

Thus more simping in the chat along with emojis and lyrics.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

They had finished the Karaoke and moved onto opening some fanmail. Since they didn't want to actually open presents just yet.

"Okay, this is from Jackie aka Softshell_Simp!" Leo starts before he's interrupted by Donnie.

"I told them to change their Username!!"

"Yeah, apparently that's not happening. So this is for Dee, ofcourse, here ya go." Leo lightly tosses the box.

Donnie cautiously opens and looks into the box. Their eyes go wide, and they close the box.

"What'd ya get Dee?" Mikey asks while pulling some nice art supplies from GlitterGraffiti_Art.

Donnie doesn't answer and instead gets up and walks away from the camera, a highly muffled "WTF!" could be heard.

"LANGUAGE!!" Raph shouts in the direction Donnie went. A still muffled but audible, "I'm not a teenager anymore! You can't stop me!" Was the response.

Raph just shook his head with exasperation while pulling some hand drawn cards and art done by young fans from the pile.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The guys had moved onto playing some Christmas Movie Trivia. They were running out of things to do on stream.

"The little known Lou Jitsu movie 'White Christmas Beatdown!' had how many references to past Lou Jitsu Movies?" Mikey read off of a card that might've been a home made version of a trivia game.

"Scoff. Easy, there were 20 references in that movie. Plus a hint to that canceled show." Donnie answers while drawing a card, "Who was kidnapped in the place of Santa, from a lack of knowledge, in The Nightmare Before Christmas?"

Raph's hand shot up, "The Easter Bunny!"

Leo was shuffling another stack of cards, and debating if he should try cheating or not.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Alright, let's call it a night!" Raph announced as he got up from his seat.

Mikey lets out a yawn, and climbs onto Raphs shell, and starts to fall asleep.

Leo was in the background sipping on a drink, and bites the head off a Gingerbread Man.

"I hope this Christmas party was fun for you all Balemates. We'll very likely not stream again until after Christmas, but who knows. If so Happy Holidays, hope you get what you want, and have a nice rest of the night." Donnie turns to look at Leo, "Anything you want to add before I end the stream?"

Leo does some fingerguns, "Stay Beautiful Balemates. See ya, when I see ya. Bye!"

The stream switches to a Holiday Good-Bye/End Stream screen with cartoony Turtles in Santa Hats eating a Gingerbread House.

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Masterpost

I gave myself a break from writing this AU, but already have a few drafts/WIP. Can't wait to see what other random thing inspires me to write more!

[tiredofthehumanlife]

Coryo and the tambourine player sitting in a tree

Barbie dolls: peacekeeper!Coriolanus Snow x gn!Covey!reader

Word: 5.4k

Summary: Before the Games Lucy Gray says Coriolanus would get along great with one of her cousins and he finds out exactly what she meant when he meets you

Warnings: two whole songs in here pal, the first one is Theatre by Etta Marcus second is All I Want is You by Barry Louis Polisar, and now no bullying on the song choices okay bc I said so, also you now play tambourine and guitar and can sing you're a triple threat, Coriolanus turnz simp, and I won't take it back I like it on him, him and Lucy Gray are just besties now btw, alluding to you having days where you can't do anything now is it mental illness or disability idk you tell me, you kiss and call him lover boy far too frequently, you eat southern slang up so fucking much they should get you a horse and herd of cows atp, yeah that's it

Maybe Peacekeeping wasn’t the best job but it did have its ups. For one he got to talk to Lucy Gray. He remembered back in the Capitol she mentioned how one of her cousins would love him. She went on about how they would work together ‘like flower and honey bee, tree and leaves, winter and snow, wink and nod, seed and pod-‘. Lucy Gray went on and on until Coriolanus lost track of all the words but he understood the message. Apparently, he and this mystery cousin of hers would get along great. 

Of course that was a while ago and he was sure he had changed since then. He wasn’t so positive if Lucy Gray still thought that. Coriolanus had already seen Lucy Gray and the rest of the Covey on stage. He met them backstage with Sejanus and was so glad to reconnect with another friend after the mess the Games were. Lucy Gray told him he had to come to the next show next Saturday. She said she had a surprise lined up for him. 

Obviously, he came. Firstly he would get to spend time with his friends again and he’d get to find out what this surprise was. He thought it was kind of silly because the show was going as it normally did. Maude Ivory stepped up on her wooden crate and started introducing everyone again. The crowd cheered as usual. As usual Tam Amber on mandolin, Clerk Carmine on fiddle, Barb Azure on bass, and Lucy Gray with her guitar. Coriolanus didn’t understand how on earth this was different from any other night until he noticed Maude Ivory hadn’t stepped down from her box. 

“And finally after a quick break, welcome back our very own tambourine player-“ Maude Ivory called out a name he hadn’t heard before, pointing her hand out at the curtain. A loud jingling came from behind the curtain and then as it was pushed back you were revealed.

If every student in the academy’s beauty was combined it couldn't shine a light on you. You had your hand held above your head and in it was a crescent-shaped instrument Coriolanus had never seen before. It had little silver circles inside of it. He liked the sound it made but it was definitely new to him. You waved to the crowd as you stood next to Barb Azure. The crowd seemed louder than it had been with the other band members, but he supposed that they didn’t see you last weekend. 

Coriolanus had decided to sit closer to the stage today, all because of Sejanus' complaints. Now he was grateful he did that because he wanted a closer look at you. You smacked your instrument against your hand and your thigh. He liked how it intermingled with the other sounds of the band. You were very pretty. You joked around with the rest of the band, laughing along at the jokes Lucy Gray made in the audience. Your smile was so captivating he wondered why you chose music instead of modeling. The Covey moved through lots of songs, all making the drunken crowd sing along. As the night was winding down, Lucy Gray stepped back from the mic and kicked Maude Ivory’s crate to the stand. Maude Ivory stepped up and spoke into the mic. 

“Okay, we’re a few songs out from the end of the night. Please be kind to our Somber Soul. They love sad songs so just settle down and listen with your heart.” Maude Ivory said, sticking her hand back at you again. You and Lucy Gray traded instruments. You slipped your head and arm through the strap of her guitar. Lucy Gray took your crescent instrument and headed behind the curtain. Maude Ivory dropped down from her crate and left the microphone stand open for you. You readjusted the strap on your shoulder, running your fingers on the flowers and Lucy Gray’s initials embroidered on it. You stepped up to the mic and greeted the crowd. 

“Hey, you miss me?” You asked. The crowd let out whines and screams of ‘yes’s. You snorted at them. “Yeah thought so.” You turned your head to the side and started plucking the string and fiddling with the pegs on top. 

“Yeah, last Saturday was one of my bad days.” You said. The crowd made a sad sound and you smiled at it. “But I’m here now, that’s all that matters right? Once somebody told me the best thing to do is just finish one task each day. Hm? Today my task is to make a memorable night for you.” You chuckled at the screams of excitement. 

“There is one thing I need to ask of you. Is that alright with you?” You asked. Coriolanus noticed he felt soothed by your voice. Something about it made his anxiety slip from his shoulders. The crowd all let out strings of agreement. 

“For this song, I’m going to need three of you resting on a bucket to let Tam Amber borrow them. You’ll get them once I’m done with the song, I promise.” You said. A woman stood up quickly, forking over her dirty plastic bucket. You reached down and thanked her with a bright smile. Coriolanus was glad he sat so close to the edge of the stage. He was on his feet and sticking his bucket out for you before his brain could catch up. Your eyes moved to him and your smile flickered away like a suffocated candle. 

“Hey, I know you. You were in the-“ A third bucket tapped against your arm, distracting you. Your smile came back as fast as it had left. You thanked the man and took both his and Coriolanus’ buckets. You handed the three of the buckets to Tam Amber and moved back to the microphone. The three who had handed off their chairs leaned against nearby walls. 

“Thank you all for the chairs.” Your eyes glanced over at Coriolanus against the wall. You looked back out into the center of the crowd. “Sorry to say this won’t be a cheerful song. I love you all, but as lovely Maude said, I’m a bit of a somber soul. Okay, ready?” You turned your head back, looking at your bandmates. Tam Amber, Clerk Carmine, Barb Azure, and Mauve Ivory all gave you a short nod. You turned back to the microphone stand. 

“Here we go.”  The crowd quieted, knowing your song was approaching. You started strumming a gentle tune. The Covey behind you started harmonizing with you. Maude Ivory added humming and ‘ooo’s as supporting sounds. Tam Amber started tapping against the buckets with sticks. You sucked in a breath before leaning for the microphone. 

I rehearse a work of theatre for you

Come alive 

I’ll play dead tonight, I’ll remember each line

Go again, I won’t mind you, I would fake it every time

I could stop pretending, quit dreaming and

Turn on the lights 

I am holding on to 

Every word I made up for you 

I’m not flesh, I’m not blood

I am plastic, you are God

Your words were slow and gentle. Coriolanus thought of a brisk breeze shuffling leaves above his head. Your singing was captivating and Maude Ivory’s backup vocals added to your appeal. You had a soft smile gracing your lips as you sang. You sounded like you were whispering messages from the clouds. Then the music around you started to pick up its pace. Tam Amber beat his buckets faster and your voice got louder. Your smile was gone. 

I wanna be loved, I wanna be loved

Like right out of a movie where I sweep you up

I wanna be loved, I wanna be loved

Like right out of a movie where I am the star

Yes, I’ll be the star

You moved more than Lucy Gray did when she sang. You jerked your body around like all the emotions you were singing about were pent up under your skin and the only way to get it out was to move with your words. Your voice was loud and hurt. Your words dripped with your yearning and Coriolanus felt like the crowd was as taken aback as he was. Just as fast as the loud had come it dispersed again. It was like the ocean receding and then washing back over him. You were back to lightly smiling and Tam Amber was back to his slow tapping. 

I’ll put on a show and watch it with you

Touch my thigh

You sank your body into itself to mimic neediness. You pinched your eyebrows and looked like if you weren’t singing you’d be whining away like a kicked puppy begging your pets. You straightened up and returned your face to neutral. 

I could blush, I’m so shy, rest your head on my side

You fluttered your eyelashes and paused your strumming for a split second to tip your hand under your chin, smiling pretty at the crowd. Your hand was back on the strings, flying away. 

We could stay in my mind, we could be what we like

With that line, the fast was back again and Tam Merry was beating away at his buckets. Your voice was powerful with its sadness and frustration. Your hands were fast as lightning on the guitar strings. Coriolanus wondered if you’d bleed. 

I wanna be loved, I wanna be loved 

Like right out of a movie where I sweep you up

I wanna be loved, I wanna be loved

The loud music continued and Coriolanus felt like he was being whisked away. 

Call me “Baby” 

Your voice and pain hung in the air, holding notes that made Coriolanus’ heart squeeze. 

When you forget my name, I’m just glad that you came

The pain in your voice seemed to triple as you dragged your voice through your line. Coriolanus jotted down in his mental notepad to commit your name to memory. He would not cause you to pour your heart out to a group of drunken strangers like this. For someone so pretty as you he hated whoever sparked these emotions under your skin. Your breaths are quick, sucking in deeply to have enough supply to hold your notes in your next words. 

Call me “Baby” 

Let me die on the stage, Let the orchestra play

Coriolanus wondered what made your pain was so strong you wanted to die in public. Maybe so you’d feel like you’d have mourners. He didn’t know who the orchestra was or if it was a metaphorical orchestra. Every instrument other than your voice dropped out of the background, falling into silence. 

Let the orchestra play

 

Your voice stood still in the air. You peeled your eyes open and looked around at the crowd. It was silent. Your chest heaved up and down as you caught your breath. You pulled your hands away from the guitar, searching the eyes of the drunks around you for a symbol of approval. The Covey members behind stayed still as statues as their song was met with silence. Coriolanus assumed this was the first time this happened to them. He was sure the crowd was just too drunk to process all of that was thrown at them. Coriolanus barely had a sip.

He pushed himself off the wall and started clapping. Your eyes shot to him and flickered up and down, sizing him up. He kept the smile that grew from listening to your voice on his face, raising an eyebrow at you. You set your shoulders back and lifted your chin, looking away from him. A clap on the other side of the room joined him and you looked toward that one instead.

Soon enough everyone in the crowd was clapping and cheering. The smile was back on your face and you moved back to the microphone. You thanked the crowd before slipping away backstage. You and Lucy Gray joined the stage a few minutes later with your original instruments. The Covey played through a few more songs before disappearing behind the curtain together. 

Coriolanus and Sejanus were able to slip away from the group without anyone noticing. Coriolanus felt anxiety stir in his stomach at the thought of finally meeting you. During the show, you didn’t seem to like him very much. You side-eyed him and looked like you wanted to stab him for most of the time you saw him. His anxiety settled a little when he heard the soothing noises that came with being around the Covey: chatter, laughter, and soft tunes.

He and Sejanus let themselves into the garage, taking in the group. The Covey was scattered around in different seats. You were sat in a tire like a circular pool floaty. Lucy Gray was next to you shaking a jar of water at you. Sejanus slipped off to play a game with Maude Ivory as Coriolanus headed towards you and Lucy Gray. 

“Just take it.” Lucy Gray demanded, shaking the jar at you again. 

“I will later, I’m trying not to think right now. I’m just not going to move for the next few minutes.” You said, dropping your head back in a position that did not look comfortable. Lucy Gray groaned and looked up. She smiled at Coriolanus. 

“Hey, How’d you like the show?” Lucy Gray asked. Coriolanus tilted his head from side to side. You peeked your eyes open and startled at a new person standing so close to you. You shot your hand up and smacked it against Lucy Gray’s stomach. She sighed and helped pull you off the floor, dusting off the back of your clothes when she noticed them covered in dust. You shooed her hands away and met Coriolanus’ eyes. He decided you were prettier in person than on stage. 

“I know you. You were in the Games.” You said. Lucy Gray nodded and started talking before Coriolanus could. 

“He was my mentor, he basically was the only reason I made it out of there.” Lucy Gray explained. You stared at Coriolanus for a moment. He felt judged and quite bare without his uniform. 

“Well, I didn’t do much. I just-“ Your arms flung around him before he could finish the sentence. Your hold was tight. His chin was pulled over your shoulder and he could see Lucy Gray behind you. Lucy Gray motioned for him to hug back. He gently patted your back awkwardly with the tips of his fingers. 

“Thank you. For saving her.” You whispered in his ear before pulling away completely and taking a step back. You straightened your clothes and looked around like you were the most nonchalant person on the planet. 

“Yeah well I’m sure there were plenty of other people who helped Lucy Gray in there, so it’s not really that big of a deal.” You said, clearing your throat and pretending tears hadn’t been clogging the back. Coriolanus chuckled and looked to Lucy Gray to find her enjoying your act as well. 

“You were great out there, by the way. Your song was-“ Coriolanus searched his mind for the words and felt like he had blanked. 

“Disappointing?” You tried to finish. 

“Moving,” Coriolanus said, raising an eyebrow at you like a teacher does at a student when they said an answer that is incredibly wrong. 

“Moving you to disappointment?” You asked, smiling through your words. It wasn’t even funny but something about you made him laugh. A lot. Whatever you said, if there was a smirk on your face, he was chuckling or snorting. And you seemed to smile a lot while you talked. Lucy Gray smiled and pointed between you and Coriolanus. 

“Told you.” She rang out in a sing-song voice. “I knew you two would get along.” Lucy Gray was beaming like her evil plan was coming to fruition. Coriolanus thought back to her talking about her mysterious cousin. 

“What did you say again? Like bees to flowers, a wink to a hug?” Coriolanus said, glancing between you and Lucy Gray. Lucy Gray shook her head at Coriolanus. 

“Like flower and honey bee, tree and leaves, winter and snow-“ Lucy Gray started. You gasped and your hand smacked her forearm. 

“Like the song?” You asked, eyes searching her face. Coriolanus felt lost and was certain the Covey must know a billion songs because he had no idea what you two were talking about. 

“Yes, like the song.” Lucy Gray answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world. You looked back to Coriolanus shaking your head in amazement apparently. 

“Love that song.” You muttered. Coriolanus shook his head. He was completely lost. He truly wished he knew all the songs the Covey did so he could join in on their amazement with such simple things. 

“Never heard it. Is it good?” Coriolanus asked. You dropped your jaw and sucked in a deep breath. 

“You’ve never heard it?” You asked, apparently so stunned you needed to pull your jaw off the floor. Coriolanus shook his head. 

”Nope Never.” he muttered, glancing at Lucy Gray for help. A new expression pulled over your face and Coriolanus felt his face warm. Something about the way your eyes moved over his face made him feel hot to the touch. 

“I guess I’ll have to play it for you sometime.” You whispered. He nodded. 

“Guess so.” Coriolanus hoped all his unspoken words about the way you were making him feel with just your eyes were in his tone when he responded. By the way your lips tipped up, he suspected the message was received. 

“Alright we need to start heading home, and you need to make it back to the base before curfew.” Lucy Gray said. Coriolanus nodded and started leaving with Sejanus. When they were a few paces away he heard your voice yelling after him. 

“See you later, Mr. Peacekeeper!” He snorted without even seeing your face, just knowing you were beaming made him laugh. Coriolanus glanced over his shoulder to see you waving goodbye. He raised a hand and gave you a small wave, nothing compared to your obnoxious swaying. He looked back at Sejanus to him smiling at Coriolanus knowingly. 

“What?” Coriolanus asked, already feeling defensive. Sejanus shrugged. 

“Oh, nothing just you know. ‘Guess so’.” Sejanus mocked Coriolanus’ voice and batted his eyelashes at him. Coriolanus shoved Sejanus away by his shoulder. “You just met. They sang more words than they said to you.” Sejanus pointed out. Coriolanus shrugged. 

“Well. Like flower and honey bee.” Coriolanus repeated Lucy Gray’s words without fully knowing what they meant but he was pretty sure he used it right. Sejanus rolled his eyes and leaned his weight against Coriolanus. Certainly, he had taken a few swings from a bottle of white liquor tonight. 

“Coryo and the tambourine player sitting in a tree,” Sejanus said in a sing-song voice, tilting his head this way and that. Coriolanus shook Sejanus off his shoulder. 

The more time Coriolanus spent with the Covey the more he understood what Lucy Gray meant. Somehow you and him moved in a magnetic way. He wouldn’t even think and he’d find himself standing next to you.

Conversation between you two was as easy as breathing was, for a non asthmatic. Coriolanus didn’t think about the best words or phrasing he just wanted to make you laugh.

You made him laugh so easily, that you even coaxed a strong laugh with his full chest from him when you retold a story about Shamus within the third day of talking to him. It took much longer for him to get a laugh from you. Towards the end of the fifth day, he was able to make you laugh so hard that you snorted like the happiest pig on the farm. You looked as shocked as him when it happened, slapping a hand over your mouth. Coriolanus started to laugh with you, rocking his body towards you. He held onto your shoulder as doubled over with laughter. His laugh spurred another snort from you and slapped a second hand over your mouth. 

Only a few more days after that, he was more than positive he knew what Lucy Gray meant. He could think of nothing but you and all he wanted to do was sit and speak with you.

While sitting on the bank of the lake, the rest of the Covey and Sejanus in the water splashing about, he asked for a kiss. He wasn't sure if he could imagine a bigger smile on your face.

You slipped your hand behind his neck and pulled him into a kiss. He wasn't sure if he ever wanted to do anything else again. Your lips were warm and made him sigh against you. Coriolanus leaned forward and tried to chase after your lips when you pulled back.

You heard a boo from the lake and you rolled your eyes at Barb Azure. You leaned back into Coriolanus, kissing him with more urgency to prove a point. And for the enjoyment of kissing him. Coriolanus slowly settled back into the dirt, letting you lean over him and kiss him silly. He let his hand push you closer to him by the back of your neck. You nipped at his bottom lip and he hummed. 

“Oh break it up, you two! There's kids here!” You heard Lucy Gray yell. You pulled away from Coriolanus, sitting back in your spot. Coriolanus stayed lying down, almost positive he was dead and in the afterlife. He kept his eyes shut and decided his home was now this patch of dirt. You’d come by once in a while and kiss him before disappearing again. He’d wait patiently for you to come back.

You reached over and lightly smacked his chest with the back of your hand. He startled and sat up on his elbows. 

“Alright?” You asked. He stared at you, taking it all in. Coriolanus kept his eyes on you, not wavering and not thinking of the friends and family playing a game in the lake a few feet away. 

“Kiss me again?” Coriolanus asked, his eyes wide and begging. You pressed your lips together and tilted your head to the side. 

“I suppose, but only if you come to our next show.” You said. Coriolanus shrugged. 

“I can manage that, though I am a busy man. I’d have to squeeze it into my very busy schedule-“ You cut him off by leaning forward and pressing your lips to his. Coriolanus would grin if his mouth wasn’t busy because his yammering worked in his favor. You pulled back far too soon for his liking but he accepted it. 

A few days later he was perched on a crate again, watching the Covey on stage. Towards the end Maude Ivory stepped up to the microphone, saying you had a song you wanted to share. You and Lucy Gray traded instruments again. Coriolanus got Deja vu as you took place at the microphone stand. You started plucking the strings again like you were learning where they were again. 

“A few weeks ago my cousin told me I needed to meet this guy. She said she knew we’d click real fast. Said our tickers were made in the same factory and all that.” The crowd awed and Coriolanus felt his heart skip a beat at the thought of you talking about him. Though he once again got lost in the strange words the Covey seemed to fancy. The fuck was a ticker and why was it made in a factory? The crowd understood it though, swaying into each other to touch their hearts. 

“And I thought she was off her rocker. And then I met him and I was like, well butter my ass and call me a biscuit. He was finer than a frog hair split four ways and he could make me cackle like a hyena. And lord what a fire he set on my skin with his gentle touches.” You kept a soft tune plucking in the background of you talking. Coriolanus wanted to write down all the phrases he didn’t know and ask you the meanings backstage but something told him he’d just want to kiss your face all over after the show. The crowd made coos and you nodded. 

“That’s what I said.” The crowd chuckled and you continued speaking. “He’s here tonight. That lover boy just needed a little sugar and there he came running for the Hob. Give our Lover boy a round of applause will you?” You raised your hand in the air like it was a great excitement to clap. The crowd apparently thought so because they burst into applause. He had to keep his anonymity so he clapped along. Up on the stage you glanced over at him and laughed at the loud crowd before rounding them back to slow chatter with your voice. 

“Alright, alright. Don’t spoil him too much, that’s my job.” Coriolanus snorted. It wasn’t funny but you said it so it might as well have been. 

If I were a flower growing wild and free 

“This song is dedicated to him tonight. Though sing along if you know the words.  So as Lovely Lucy Gray said ‘like flower and honey bee, tree and leaves, and so on and so forth’.” You shook your hand out in front of you to show the continuing list. 

All I'd want is for you to be my sweet honey bee

And if I was a tree growing tall and green

All I'd want is for you to shade me and be my leaves

Your voice stood alone, with no instruments behind it. When you finished saying leaves, your bandmates joined in. Lucy Gray was fine on the tambourine but had nothing on you. Coriolanus decided he loved this song. You dedicated it to him after all. 

If I were a flower growing wild and free

All I'd want is for you to be my sweet honey bee

And if I was a tree growing tall and green

All I'd want is for you to shade me and be my leaves

Coriolanus knew where part of Lucy Gray’s words came from. He did like this song. It screamed devotion and he wanted to scream it back at you. Maybe your tinkers were suited from the same cord, what was it? Tracker? Thinker? Tadpole. That’s it. Yeah tadpole.

All I want is you, will you be my bride

Take me by the hand and stand by my side?

All I want is you, will you stay with me

Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea?

Coriolanus wanted you to look at him so he could smile so pretty at you, that you go blind. You swayed back and forth as you sang and the crowd started to pick up the movement. Coriolanus started swaying with you, wishing it was just you two so he could dance with you. 

If you were a river in the mountains tall

The rumble of your water would be my call

If you were the winter, I know I'd be the snow

Just as long as you were with me when the cold winds blow

All I want is you, will you be my bride

Take me by the hand and stand by my side?

All I want is you, will you stay with me

Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea?

Coriolanus decided he was going to have the rest of the Covey teach him this song so he could sing it to you over and over and over and over until you were heading for the dirt in pretty boxes. You finally glanced over at him and your smile grew when you saw him swaying and grinning like a 13-year-old who just got their first allowance. The crowd started to sing. The voices of the Covey swaying together in the air with the drunk audience. It sounded like a mantra. 

If you were a wink, I'd be a nod

If you were a seed, well, I'd be a pod

If you were the floor, I'd wanna be the rug

And if you were a kiss, I know I'd be a hug

Coriolanus wanted to join in and feel the words vibrate in his chest. He knew nothing though, he had caught on to the tune so he started humming it. He would stumble sometimes but it still made him feel included.

All I want is you, will you be my bride

Take me by the hand and stand by my side?

All I want is you, will you stay with me

Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea?

This was the easy part. He muttered a few of the words before going back to his humming when he fumbled too many times to feel confident. 

If you were the wood, I'd be the fire

If you were the love, I'd be the desire

If you were a castle, I'd be your moat

And if you were an ocean, I'd learn to float

Coriolanus held onto Sejanus’ shoulders, sure he was going to faint with an overflow of care for you. They swayed in time with the crowd and The Covey. You looked over at them and sent Coriolanus a wink. Right, that’s it then. He’s fainted for sure. Alas, your tune went off and his legs still held him up. 

All I want is you, will you be my bride

Take me by the hand and stand by my side?

All I want is you, will you stay with me

Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea?

Coriolanus could die right there and be more than happy about it. You moved back to the stand waving your hands in the air to get the crowd to quiet down. Your smile was still bright on your face, your eyes crinkling. 

The tune kept playing without words for a while, the crowd humming along before it died out. You held your hands up as a signal for you being done and the crowd cheered. You stepped back from the mic to clap. Your eyes floated over to him.

  Coriolanus cheered his head off. He thought he might lose his voice tomorrow morning. Or maybe it’d look suspicious that he cared so much about the Covey’s love songs but in that moment he didn’t care. It was just your eyes on him and his cheers ringing in your ears. He wanted to scream for an encore but the band looked tuckered out and that would definitely raise eyebrows. You laughed. Hard.

A snort floated over the heads of the audience like a blown kiss. It was headed directly for its intended receiver and no one else. You clapped your hands over your mouth and nose, trying to cover the noise that had already left. 

“Right, you guys think he got the message?” You laughed at the loud cheers. You nodded in approval. “I think so too.” Lucy Gray stood next to you at the microphone. You gently slipped the guitar off your body and onto hers, taking your tambourine from her. You shook it out a little like you were regaining your talent. A few more songs, none of which caught his attention like the one you sang did. He and Sejanus slipped into the garage like they did for almost every show they went to nowadays. 

Coriolanus found you standing next to Maude Ivory playing hopscotch, messing about with your tambourine. You looked up when you saw him out of the corner of your eye. He didn’t bother with greeting words, just dipping his head down to kiss you gently. You tapped your tambourine against his stomach, making a tinking sound. He pulled back and your hand found his dogtags resting on his chest. You fiddled with them as you stared at him. 

“You like the song?” You asked. The grin on his face was evidence enough that you knew he loved it. He knew you wanted to hear it in words though. He nodded. 

“Oh loved it doesn’t even start to describe how I felt listening to that. It was…” Awe-inspiring? Beautiful? Did his heart stop? Gorgeous? ”Moving.” he decided. Coriolanus hoped you caught the joke. Your smile grew and you snorted. 

“Moving you say? Lover boy, was that not you screaming your lungs out for little ol’ me?” You teased, tilting your head to the side. Coriolanus shook his head. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. You know you sure do have some strange sayings, I don’t even know what a lung is.” Coriolanus said, shaking his head like you were out of your mind. You grinned. You leaned against him and pressed your lips to his again.

[kitsuani]

Psychic. {Yumeno Gentaro x Reader}

Description: 

A fic in which reader is tortured by Dice not paying his bill and has the pleasure of meeting (the great psychic) Gentaro. 

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Tags: fluff, dice being...well...dice, reader is just tired of their job and wants to go HOME, not beta'd, not edited, dice is mentioned but this is indeed gentaro x reader i promise, gender neutral reader, gentaro yumeno x reader, hypnosis mic/hypmic, gentaro yumeno

Word Count: 1,646

A/N: Written on: July 19, 2021 

Gentaro is probably the only character ive been TERRIFIED of my portrayal because analyzing and writing his personality is a bit hard but I got the stamp of approval from the biggest gentaro simp I know (if you see this thank you mari ilysm) so here is this 

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“Alright look, what if you put my name down for a tab--” 

“Sir, this is a café, not a bar. 3000 yen.” 

“That’s an insane price!” 

“That’s low in comparison; have you seen how much you’ve eaten?” 

“You’re real rude for working in a café!” Dice crossed his arms and turned his nose up, dramatically pouting to put on a show. “I should report you to the manager--” 

“It is the end of my shift, and I am the manager. Sir. 3000 yen, please.” 

(Y/n) stood behind the register, tired and deadpan expression on their face. They were used to people yelling at them day in and day out, people unsatisfied or rude or just plain... wacky, like this one. Part of them felt bad, of course, watching this guy wolf down all this food as if he hadn’t eaten in a while—they would’ve just paid for him if they could’ve, but the bottom line was that they couldn’t, so he needed to cough up the dough.  

He sighed with his entire body, hunching over and drooping his shoulders to accentuate that he looked as though he suddenly aged 40 years. Meekly, he raised his hand to signify that he needed a moment, whipped out his phone, and turned around. (Y/n) felt a little bad for whoever was on the other end of this blue-haired boy’s phone—they caught a few words like ‘yes again’ and ‘please get me out of this!’--it was apparent it wasn’t the first time he’d been unable to pay. This time, they suddenly aged 40 years at the realization that the poor person on the other line had to deal with this nonsense more than once. They were the shell of a person whenever he hung up and turned back around. 

“Are ya sure I can’t do anything--” 

“You can pay--” 

“What if I... I show you a magic trick!” 

“No.”  

“I give you my watch.” 

“You aren’t wearing a watch, sir.” 

Exasperated, (Y/n) stood and denied each offer he gave; a game that tossed the two of them back and forth for what seemed like forever. (Y/n) was lucky there were no other customers present. This blue-haired boy was relentless, however, and tried offering everything he could no matter how off-the-wall it was of an offer; (Y/n) wondered if he were a gambler, and that’s what led him to this fate. They remained professional, however, stayed as close to the line as possible. Part of them just wanted to kick him out. Just as he’s listing off a few of his skills, (Y/n) instinctively called out a welcome as the door to the café chimed. 

“Ah, Dice, you are still here.” 

The blue-haired boy—Dice was his name, apparently—turned towards a gentle looking, brown-haired man who donned what (Y/n) thought to be some of the most beautiful traditional clothes. It took a moment for them to recognize those striking green eyes; they’ve seen him in here from time to time, writing away—they tried to go out of their way not to bother him whenever he was around. But now, he looked straight at them with those eyes that held far too much mystery and gave them an equally as gentle smile. 

“Good morning.” 

“Dude, it’s evening.” 

“No? Can’t you see that the sun is rising to the East?” 

“It’s going behind the buildings!”  

They bickered a bit while (Y/n) stood there dumbfounded at how adamant the man in the traditional clothing was that it was morning; they bit their lip and turned away, trying to keep a laugh to themselves so that they didn’t ruin the little game the man had set up. It was short-lived however, as Dice pointed towards them and turned the attention back to the problem at hand. 

“Whatever! You!” (Y/n) felt their eyebrow twitch at the suddenness of the action. “What if I absolutely blow your mind--” 

“It’s just 3000 yen, sir--”  

“You see, my friend here is a psychic. You probably could’ve noticed by the annoying way he talks...” 

Dice continued pitching his plea, ignoring (Y/n) as they had given up trying to remind him of his fee at this point. He wrapped an arm around his friend and continuously shook the poor man, the brunette swaying from side to side like a ghostly apparition, dramatically allowing himself to be tossed around. He would pat the man on the back so hard, (Y/n) thought maybe he’d fold over like a piece of paper; based on the way the brunette hyped up theatrics, (Y/n) could tell that he was simply playing his friend for a fool. They wondered, was it an apology show for them, or was he always like this with his friend? The corners of (Y/n) lips started to twitch as they desperately tried to keep their expression neutral. 

“Go on, show them something... psychic.”  

“Ah, yes. I can see it now. You will certainly find yourself at ease later this morning,” (Y/n) almost broke their character as he held his morning charade, “I can see... nothing but darkness. A pleasant weight upon you... your body relaxed and--” 

“You’re just telling them that they’ll sleep tonight!” Dice shouted, shaking the other man once more. “Wow them! Blow their mind! Get me out of this mess!” 

“I see... oh, I can see it! It’s coming to me now, I can see... I can see...” 

“Yeah, yeah?” 

“I can see that you’re going to find yourself in this mess again.” 

“Stop focusing on me!”  

They bickered once again, mostly on Dice’s part. (Y/n) covered their mouth and continued to turn away, snickering to themselves as the brunette took notice. With a gentle smile, he held out his hand to them, speaking in a way that seemed almost haunting but was obviously strained to seem mystical. 

“I can see clearly. 3... 7... 4... these numbers mean a lot to you, yet, they’ll be your ultimate downfall.” 

“Oh?” (Y/n) asked, now giving him their seemingly signature unamused attention. “Care to elaborate?” 

“Why, they’re numbers that will lead to unfortunate events and you’ll find your entire world crashing around you.” 

“Uh... huh. Anything specific?”  

“You’ll ultimately be led... to your DEATH.”  

“See! What did I tell you, a real class-a psychic!” Dice stepped in front of his friend who was still theatrically waving his hands at (Y/n) to put punctuation on his warning.  

“Sir, excuse me for not believing your... psychic... friend here, but it’s still 3000 yen. Impending death or not, I’d just like to get off of my shift.” 

Defeated, both of the men hunched their shoulders; Dice whined. His friend moved closer to (Y/n)’s podium and pulled his wallet out, begrudgingly paying the debt as Dice simply dragged his feet out the door. Just as monotone as the man in front of them, (Y/n) thanked him for his patronage and mumbled out another word of thanks for his help; he perked up a bit as he picked up on the last part. 

“Of course. I couldn’t have the likes of him desecrating a sacred place in which thou doth reside.” 

“Mm, fancy.” It took (Y/n) a moment to process what he had said and stiffened up, their face growing a bit warm. “O-oh... you mean because you come here sometimes to write and I make sure people leave you alone, right?” 

“I do appreciate thy own actions, but thine creativity flows much more fluidly whenever thou are around.” 

(Y/n)’s face started to grow warmer as he smiled at them, eyes closing gently to accentuate the kindness behind his... peculiar words; once (Y/n) truly processed what he had said, they scratched the back of their neck and gave a small, nervous smile. What were they supposed to say to that in the first place? They started to get a bit more nervous as he made sure to lightly brush their hand in the exchange of money; their eyes grew wide whenever his smile turned into a smirk, his own emerald ones looking at them from beneath his lashes.  

“By the way, I truly am a psychic,” he leaned in close and whispered, “the greatest psychic around—Gentaro the Psychic, if I may be so bold—and I’ll be hearing from you later this morning.” 

Utter confusion painted on their face, he gave their hand a small pat before turning his back to them, making his way towards the door that Dice had come back in from. 

“Ah, good morning, Dice.” 

“We’ve already gone through this—nevermind. What took you so long?” 

“Hm? Oh. The management was just telling me that you’re no longer welcome here. Ever. In fact, you’ll be escorted off of the premises. Next time you’re seen around here, you’ll be arrested.” 

“What!” Dice screeched, watching Gentaro as he smiled and walked nonchalantly out of the door. 

“T'was but a lie.” He waved his hand, both to dismiss Dice’s cry of agony and subtly wave to (Y/n) in the process. 

After a long process of loud commotion, (Y/n) finally got to watch the pain in their side leave and felt instant relief followed by a long, heavy sigh. They locked the doors, started cleaning the café and finally went to count the cash register’s drawer before finally being able to go home and simply call it a day. 

Bill after bill, (Y/n) made notes of the counts before stopping in their tracks; among everything was a piece of paper, holding a name and a phone number, and nervously shoved it into their pocket. Counting afterwards was an absolute nightmare as their mind continued to wander to green eyes, the flow of traditional clothes, and the way their heart fluttered each time they couldn’t help but laugh. 

Outside of the café, they looked down at the newly placed number that lit up their phone screen. God dammit, he was a psychic. 

[joviepog]

HIII!!!

since u needed requests, im at your service o7

wilbur soot x fem!reader with a love or host and y/n wins and ends up picking love 🫶

love you !! <3 /p

Thanks for the request @lanaxoxoxoxoxox! Thank you for your service! XD

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Love or host

Who: Wilbur x reader

Warnings: Cursing

Pronouns: They / them

Requests: @lanaxoxoxoxoxox

Word count: 1,279 words!

Anything else: God this was harder to make than i thought but oh well! Its out and ready to read! Hope yo enjoy the end result! :D

This story is NOT proofread

“Ten of the most b-beautiful women! Out of millions,” he pauses, “millions of submissions that we had to comb through to be able to find ten perfect ladies that could be for you!” Rajj says excitedly. You giggle a bit but he continues. “Are you excited about it or are you nervous?” He says and you could practically see the cheeky grin on his face. Then you hear the voice you were waiting for. You could hear them and they couldn’t hear you. And you took advantage of this. You gasped silently as you heard his lovely British accent. You felt like such a simp. “I’m both Rajj. I sometimes get the two confused. I feel like I might pass out on this stream. Is that alright with you?” You swoon over his voice and when Rajj speaks you blink out of your thoughts. “Look if you do.. Wilbur if you do pass out...” You look at Wilbur’s screen and he has a goofy smile on his face. “It has never happened before but if you do t-that’s perfectly fine.”

You laugh and you see some others girls do as well. You scan them and realize they are all much more dressed up than you are. You just have plain mascara and a small bit of eyeliner. Everyone else has their hair curled or straighten and your’s s just how it ended up looking after your shower. You look down at your casual often and blush out of embarrassment. You were so underdressed. You hadn’t thought that everyone else would dress up like so nicely… It’s alright though, if he doesn’t pick you for your looks then he shouldn’t pick you at all. Still, you fixed your hair.

“Hi! I’m Wilbur.” You all collectively said hi and he continued, “I’m from London. I play a lot of Minecraft. I do a lot of music. I do a lot of YouTube. I do a lot of streaming.. and uh- that’s pretty much it. Oh. And I’m here with you and Rajj.” He gives a goofy grin and everyone laughs at his awkwardness. “I’m 6 foot five! I don’t know what I weigh.” Wait how tall? Almost instantly someone asked the same thing you were thinking, “Are we still on the same page with the fucking height? What five feet?”

“Yeah..” you said quickly. “Is there something is the room that I can compare myself to?”

“YEAH THE DOOR!” You said quickly as you pointed towards your screen. Wilbur’s eyes widened at your enthusiasm and everyone backed you up. “That’s not a door that’s a big wardrobe.” You laughed and he took off his headphones. He walked up towards the wardrobe and you all gasped as you looked at his height. When he sat back down and Kadyland started to speak. You smiled and you listened to her speak. But what you didn’t know is that Wilbur was staring at your screen the whole time. Listening, but still staring at you. He knew from the moment he saw you that he would pick you. But of course, he would still have to play along.

Kandyland soon finished at wilbur asked, “What’s fourth base?” And you laughed at that comment. Then Niki went, then Bafy went, then Bridgett, then Novur, then Minx, then Sereda, then Ali, then you. You freaked out a bit but you spoke with full confidence. “Hi wilbur my name is U/n.” “Hi U/n” he said quickly before you continued t explain yourself.

“Chat throughout the course of this stream I am actually going to be training wilbur to talk to women since it is his first time. “Aweee.” Came from everyone’s mic and you scoffed, but still smiled. “Yeah I’m actually shaking a bit Rajj.” Then there was a bunch of feedback from the girls and you laughed.“Please don’t give me sympathy it just makes it worse.” This made you burst into laughter and wilbur laughed too.

Then, it was time for the first elimination. Serena was the one who ended up going, and she chose host. Then there was another elimanition, then another then another. Till it was just you and niki. It was time for the one on one date and you couldn’t help but blush a bit. “Who wants to go first?” Asked rajj. You all sat in silence for a moment before niki went.

You talked to rajj for a good moment and then they came back. It was your turn.

“Hi wilbur!” He let out a small chuckle, “Hi. How’s it going?” You gave him a soft smile and that made him melt. As kind as Niki might be her kindness could never compare to your smile. “It going good! How are you Wilbur?” You asked, very genuine. “I- I’m good. I’m just on a dating show right now.” You let out a small giggle “How’s that going?” You said with a smile. “I’m going to tell you something U/n its fucking hard!” You both laughed, “Did it turn out the way you wanted it?”

He stared at his monitor for a moment, trying to make eye contact with you, “I guess we’ll have to see huh?” You stared at his screen and blushed widely but you quickly changed the subject., he laughed at your reaction. “Oh shut it Wil.” He continued to laugh, “So what’s your favorite drink.” He thought for a moment before coming to a conclusion, “Water.” “Water?” You said softly. “Not a lot of people say that.” He smiled, “Oh I know.” There was an awkward silence and you spoke again. “Wilbur?” “Mm?” “Why are you so perfect?”

The timer went off and you blushed at your fowardness. Wilbur’s eyes were wide and you swear you could see a hint of red. “So how do you guys think you did.” “I think it went lovely.” You said with an innocent smile, “I think it went w-well… we found something in common so that was nice.” Niki spoke up and you smiled at her response. She was such a lovely person, you wouldn’t be surprised if she won, she was amazing after all.

Niki started to compliment you and you started to get flustered, she was proving your point. “Same to you Niki!” You said cheerfully. “You’re a lovely person. I know you’ll definitely win!” Then, wilbur came back and you all perked your heads. Rajj was the first to speak, “Whoo! That was the nicest waiting period ever!” Wilbur laughed at this. “Yeah?” He laughed awkwardly, “I feel awful! Very uncomfortable uh..” he laughed.

“The winner of the Rajj(something something)… Is…” here it was. The moment that Niki was getting chosen. You felt your heart break slightly but you kept your smile on. There was a long pause before Rajj spoke again, “U/N!!!” You eyes widened and there was a fake clapping audio heard in the call. Niki cheered for you and you yelled, “Yeah lets go!!!” You giggled and wilbur looked at your screen with a small smile. After a few seconds the cheering was stopped by Rajj. “Don’t start cheering yet. We need to find out if she picked Love or Host.” There was silence in the call and Wilbur prayed you picked love. You already knew what you picked. A smile formed on your face. “They picked….” Silence.

“Love! They picked love Wilbur!” You smiled and opened your arms wide in victory. The chat was going wild and wilbur smiled brightly. The thing soon ended and you and wilbur exchanged numbers. Soon, you two became friends practically fell in love. You were in love.

I’m not sure how much i liked how this turned out but oh well! Enjoy! :D

The video i used. <- Click here!

[erenmpreglover]

I just saw that cer cerulean existed

Imagine if ver has a s/o who calls cer "elsa-fied ver" or calls cer "hor" 4 shits and giggles

Itd be pretty funny lowkey

Ps if u dont know the hor thing its like ver=vertical and hor=horizontal

-K Anon

hi K anon! i thought this was a hilarious request so of course i had to do it.

Readers model will be based off of Arlecchino from GI (as per another req i have in my inbox currently.. LMAOO)

As of right now, you were having a battle with Ver on stream.

Both of you, hosting two different streams, were playing Suika to see who could get to 3000 points first.

“You know Ver, you could just get better… just sayin’.” You spit out, your models white and black hair moving along with your head every time you speak.

“Y/N, I didn’t want to have to do this,” he pauses dramatically, “but I have to whip out the big guns.”

He says before his stream goes black.

And you, having his stream opened on a monitor, stand confused.

What was this bastard planning?

And before you know it, Cer Cerulean had appeared on his stream.

The black and blue man grins into the camera evilly.

You bursted out laughing.

In fact, you laughed so hard, that you almost broke your mic.

Your model lay to the side, motionless, as you had fallen out of your gaming chair. And after regaining yourself, the only thing you could say was:

“Yeah, sure, okay Elsa.”

Uki Violeta [NIJISANJI EN] 🔧: HABDKWIEOWK

Y/N toe nails: HAHAHAH LMAOO

Happy: ELSA?????

hannah: WHAT 😭😭

Chat continues to explode, Uki sending multiple messages including: “LMAO” “pls clip this” and “oh god im crying”

Ver just stands shocked, hasn’t said a single thing, hasn’t even moved his mouse to drop the orange that currently lie in his grasp in game.

“Shut the fuck up, Y/N.”

……. ……. ……. ……. ……. ……. ……. ……. ……. ……. …….

After the streams had ended, you decided you needed to humiliate Ver once more.

In a matter of seconds, you pulled up the NIJI Discord Server.

Y/N L/N (simp): tty tmr elsa :)

Taro Twink: Y/N QUITTTT

Luca Kaneshiro: ?????

Ver Vermillion: stay out of it lucar

[artblock-tm]

Hi love. Can I get 7, 14, and 30 for Caleb Scratch please 🥺

You goddamn SIMP. Slash affectionate slash silly.

7. Describe them in 3 words. Now let them describe themselves in 3 words.

Let’s see… if I had to choose 3 words for my mad scientist sona, they’d be “erratic,” “amoral,” and “desperate.” But I’m sure that Doc will have something else to say so let me hand the mic off to them.

Describe myself in three words, you say? Hmm… I suppose I’d have to go with “loving,” “generous,” and “intellectual” ^^

14. Would they agree with the term ‘guilty pleasure?’ Do they have any?

Caleb has mixed feelings about the term. It believes that things that bring you joy shouldn’t also bring you shame, but understands why people might be embarrassed over things they like if those things are looked down upon.

As for guilty pleasures of their own? Of course she has those. Not that he’d ever admit it, or would be able to, but she considers being able to exist as a guilty pleasure, as well as being able to love.

30. What would they do if they knew it would be forgiven?

The same things they’re already doing.

Because they are being forgiven. And they can force people to forgive them. It’s as easy as that.

[infranthrax]

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twisted wonderland matchups (SFW and NSFW.)

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tw // nsfw themes, rigging, mommy/daddy dynamic, voyeurism, subby brat bullshit.

SFW Portion

» idia shroud

so he heard from the grapevine that you wanna play d&d and he squealed. listen, your chaotic, creative energy literally makes him feel like he’s not the only crazy one. you both would get along so well that yall would be inseparable practically. he’s the type of bro to take your ocs and put them in the sims for you.

the fact that you are also willing to get buck so easily, you make for one of those bodyguards with scary dog privileges and he breathes that man, like woah. he appreciates you. he would definitely teach you how to play d&d, lol, wow, all those games, and he would definitely throw out a nat 20 roll if he could to try and go simp mode, because let’s be honest, he does simp. and when this poor soul simps, he simps hard. take a metal pipe and drop it on him, that’s basically the equivalent of how he feels. regardless his shy little ass would rather just not act up on it because he doesn’t wanna look weirder than he already is.

how you lot would hang would be so niche… like a totally individualist kinda vibe, like it’s yalls’ energies, just mingling with each other. parallel activities are very much appreciated to him, like if you’re reading a book while he’s gaming, that’s a good deal to him. he also doesn’t do well in terms of executive dysfunction, as per his younger brother. if you actually remind him that he has to take care of things, because let’s face it, this blue blur gets caught up in his games for the most part that he sometimes forgets what time it is, he’ll appreciate you even more, in his stuttering red face way of course.

but there have been times where he would have to try and shakily pull your reins back. one time you saw a wasp in his room, and then he heard and saw it while he was in the middle of a quick match, and oh lord, he lost his shit. in response you decided to take the nearest object, which was one of his microphones, and tried to throw it at the wasp. you didn’t succeed at this however because he caught wind of you trying to kill it with his mic, and he held you and started yelling, “yo bestie! fuckin chill out that’s a murder hornet!” you still ended up killing the hornet anyway for him. bro was rizzed.

you lot eventually get closer and when white day hits he decides to be mr smooth guy and tried to (very nervously,) invite you over to his dorm for a movie. of course he picked an anime movie and you lot would end up having sort of an cheesy moment where he would kinda confess to you after the movie ended, all bashful and shit. it would be such a cute little set of banter. At first,he would be just as equally nervous around you in a relationship as he was before when he was crushing hard for you. holding hands in public? that’s a post marital act, how dare you manhandle this poor man with your sinful actions?! idia is definitely more of an introverted closed off person, therefore PDA is a no go for him as he thinks it’s embarrassing. behind closed doors though, thats a different story. idia is a massive cuddlebug and likes to have you sit in his lap as he games out. your relationship with idia is none but wholesome, especially when others find out. he would get teased for finally having a partner, more so with other students of ignihyde, which he jokes to you about as you’re really the only person he can talk comfortably to besides his younger brother and those he games with. you both share a very close bond with one another– one that is damn near bedrock solid. its cute, really.

NSFW SECTION

»trey clover

now, i was actually debating on lilia and silver as well. but i was like… hm. trey definitely looks like a good choice here. if you didn’t go for the other three, being idia, or maybe lilia or silver, trey would have been who you went for. trey has the reins needed to pull you back as he’s more relaxed and level headed, and this in turn goes well with your… bratty tendencies… we all know trey dislikes conflict.

you’re the chaotic cat to his gentle big dog, basically. and oh, what a pairing this is.

i feel like trey would be the guy to insert a gentle sense of control— a soft dominant. with the air of a saint bernard, he’s careful with you with his words, his tone, his touches… but on the surface, that’s all he lets you know. key words being, on the surface.

you like ropes. and he likes control. with careful discussion beforehand, he’ll happily tie you down. hes not really into intricacies such as shibari or anything the like, as it’s too complex and busy for him, but it does look pretty. he’ll try shibari maybe a few times with you, but at the end of the day, trey definitely is a sucker for the simpler things. tying your hands behind your back, along with your forearms. handcuffs? maybe. if he’s too impatient for the ropes. they’re the fluffy ones though— he cares about your comfort.

if you wanna take the reins sometime, he’ll gladly let you… for a bit. have your luck with him— his name is clover after all. riding him slowly and tenderly, i get the feeling that trey is more so into intimate and slow love making than the rough act of sex, admiring the romantic aspect of it all. besides the rigging, if you want to introduce more kinks to the bedroom, he isn’t gonna oppose. he’ll try anything at least once, just for you.

he gets to know the mommy/daddy kink well but doesn’t go overboard with the whole idea of the kink where it goes into age play territory. trey gets off to it mainly for the moniker and strictly the moniker at first. eventually though he starts to explore the idea of being more of a caring dominant in conjunction with the daddy moniker, and shit… he’s figured out that he gets off to that so hard it hurts.

its a weekend and you’re out with the other heartslabyul students studying out or whatever, and you come back to trey’s part of the dorms to hear heavy breathing coming from trey’s bedroom. of course, your chaotic cat kicks in and you quietly open his door to see him masturbating to something on his computer. he was probably watching porn to learn more about how to please you better based off of the things you’ve already told him. the way he slowly stroked up and down his shaft, combined with the gentle squeezing he would have… it was enough to have your eyes glued to him. and the moment he saw you touching yourself to him, that’s when he would break. two things that could happen. he could hide it and he could grow heavily embarrassed, or he could break and discipline you for being a “peeping tom.” your voyeurism has gotten you your fair share of punishments from trey. and usually when he does punish you it’s filled with orgasm denial and the inability to touch until you’re crying and begging. (no. you have to be sincere. any mockery here is only gonna make it worse.)

aftercare with trey is fucking godly. he cares for your wellbeing after all and will coddle you, especially after a rough session. he’s the type of dude to go get you a light snack and some cranberry juice and cuddle you to sleep, praising you all the way down until you snooze. he’s attentive, and if you have any problems, he stops immediately without question. after all, even the most chaotic of souls also need care as well.

[darkenedroses-world]

Three’s Company, Four’s a Crowd

f!reader, poly!clooless, tender moments, banter, comfort and care, request🦋

The dynamic between you and the Clooless guys was always a mix of chaos and camaraderie, but lately, things had shifted. It wasn’t just playful banter or casual teasing anymore—there was an undercurrent of something heavier, something you hadn’t quite figured out how to address. It all came to a head one night during one of their infamous podcast recordings. Droid started it, of course. “Okay, so we all agree that Y/N has, like, the best laugh ever, right?” “Obviously,” Pezzy chimed in, leaning back in his chair with a grin. “It’s kind of unfair how cute it is.” “Alright, alright, relax,” Puffer cut in, though the way his smile tugged at the corners of his lips gave him away. “Y/N doesn’t need a whole simp brigade. Let’s stay professional here.” “Oh, like you’re not part of the brigade?” Grizzy shot back, raising an eyebrow. “I see the way you look at her during streams.” Puffers cheeks darkened, but he held his ground. “Yeah, and you don’t? Please.” “Guys,” Droid interrupted, leaning forward with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Let’s not pretend we’re not all down bad. At least I’m honest about it.” Pezzy snorted, tossing a crumpled wrapper at Droid. “Honest or shameless?” “Both,” Droid replied without missing a beat, flashing a grin. “But seriously, Y/N, you know you’re adorable, right?” You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden direct attention. “Uh, thanks? I think?” Puffer groaned, running a hand down his face. “You can’t just say that out loud, Droid. We’re trying to keep it cool here.” “Oh, cool? You mean like the time you spent five minutes debating if you should DM her about her new profile picture?” Grizzy teased, his grin widening as Puffer’s face turned an even deeper shade of red. “Shut up,” he muttered, glaring at Grizzy. “That was different.” “Oh, sure,” Pezzy said, leaning into the banter. “Totally different. Just like the time you ‘accidentally’ complimented her outfit on stream.” You sat back, trying to hide your amusement as the chaos unfolded. It was flattering, sure, but it was also toeing the line between funny and awkward.

“Guys,” you interrupted, holding up your hands. “Are we seriously arguing about this right now? On the podcast?” “Y/N, you’re the one who shows up looking all cute and distracts everyone,” Droid said with a smirk, his tone half-joking but his gaze lingering on you just a little too long. “What do you expect?” “Droid!” Puffer exclaimed, though the corners of his mouth twitched as if he was trying not to laugh. “You can’t just call her out like that.” “What? It’s true!” Droid replied, throwing his hands up. “Y/N knows what she’s doing. Showing up here, laughing, being all charming.” “I literally just exist,” you said, unable to stop the laugh that escaped you. “Exactly,” Grizzy chimed in, his tone softening as he smiled at you. “And somehow, that’s enough to turn this group into a bunch of idiots.” The teasing subsided for a moment, replaced by a rare, quiet moment of agreement. You glanced between the four of them, their expressions ranging from playful to oddly sincere, and felt a warmth bloom in your chest. “Well,” you said, your voice light, “I guess it’s a good thing I like you guys anyway.”

Droid grinned. “See? She likes us. Told you I was her favorite.” “Keep dreaming,” Pezzy shot back, shaking his head. “You’ve got a long way to go, bud.” The playful bickering started up again, and you couldn’t help but smile. For all their antics and teasing, you knew they meant every word. It wasn’t until after the podcast ended and the guys were packing up that the real conversation began. You were helping Grizzy adjust a mic stand when Pezzy leaned casually against the desk beside you. “So… about what Droid said earlier,” he began, his voice low enough that only you and Grizzy could hear. “He’s not wrong.” You blinked, taken aback. “Not wrong about what?” “You being a distraction,” Grizzy muttered, avoiding your gaze as he fiddled with the mic. “It’s kind of hard not to notice you.” “Oh my god,” you said, laughing nervously. “You guys are ridiculous.” “It’s not just them,” Puffer added, walking over with his arms crossed. “We’ve all noticed it. And honestly? It’s getting harder to pretend we don’t feel… something.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you glanced between them. “What are you saying?” Droid joined the group, his expression surprisingly serious for once. “I think we’re saying that we’re all into you, Y/N. And instead of fighting over you like idiots, maybe we could figure out something that works for all of us.” The room grew uncomfortably quiet after Droid’s confession, the weight of his words hanging in the air. You blinked, glancing between the four of them, trying to process what had just been said. “Wait,” you said slowly, raising a hand. “Are you all… serious right now?” Grizzy rubbed the back of his neck, his gaze fixed on the floor. “I mean, yeah. We’ve been tiptoeing around it for a while. Didn’t think we’d just blurt it out like this, though.” Puffer sighed, leaning back against the desk. “Yeah, well, the way Droid put it out there, we didn’t have much of a choice.” “Hey, don’t blame me!” Droid defended, though the faint blush on his cheeks gave him away. “You’re the ones who kept acting all obvious. I just said it out loud.”

Pezzy chuckled, the sound breaking the tension in the room. “Look, Y/N, we get that this is… a lot. But we’re all serious. We like you. Like, really like you. And it’s not fair to make you deal with this without knowing how we feel.” You stared at them, your heart racing. “So, what? You’re all just… okay with this? No jealousy? No drama?” Grizzy shrugged, his usual playful grin tugging at his lips. “I mean, we’ve talked about it. None of us want to screw things up—between us or with you. So, yeah, if you’re open to it, we want to make it work. Together.” Your cheeks flushed as you took in their earnest expressions. This wasn’t a joke or some fleeting crush. They’d thought about this—talked about it—and now they were putting it in your hands. “Okay,” you said softly, your voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside you. “But we’re taking this slow. No rushing into anything, no pressure.” “Of course,” Puffer said, his tone immediately reassuring. “We’re not about to throw you into the deep end.” “And if at any point it feels like too much,” Droid added.

“Just say the word, and we’ll figure it out.” Their sincerity made your chest ache in the best way. You couldn’t help but smile, the tension in the room finally dissipating. “Alright, then. Let’s see where this goes.” It didn’t happen overnight—things like this never do. The four of them were patient, giving you space to process and letting the new dynamic unfold naturally. There were moments of awkwardness and plenty of teasing, but above all, there was tenderness. Dates became a regular occurrence, each one unique and catered to you. Droid took you to quiet bookstores where you’d sit together, your heads bowed over the same page. Grizzy always had a new food truck or restaurant to try, his easy laughter making every outing feel like an adventure. Pezzy brought spontaneity, dragging you to carnivals and arcades, where his competitive streak never failed to make you laugh. And Puffer? He made the most ordinary moments feel extraordinary, like late-night drives with the windows down and the radio blasting your favorite songs.

There were no grand proclamations or dramatic moments. Just small, meaningful acts that solidified what you already knew: this was right.

[trippygalaxy]

I have a couple of band au questions for you.

Do you have any scenarios with the group that you've yet to build on that you want too?

We know Sky has a stylised guitar. Do the rest of them have designed instruments/ mics? If so what do they look like?

Oooo!!!

First, i would love to explore more of the chain's dynamic before and during the time they are band! I struggle with that -at least I think so- and i would love to be able to make compelling dynamics and bonds between them! I have some ideas such as Legend and Hyrule being childhood friends, Warriors being Wind's babysitter before being adopted by Wind's grandma after his mom passes, Twilight and Time pranking other into thinking their father and son when they arent, Sky, Four and Wild bonding over custoumizing their instrument, etc etc.

I would also love to explore more of the media's reactions to the Chain and how the Chain would feel/interact with said media! Theres obvilously fan accounts, edits, fanart, allll that sort of stuff yet to have them (the chain) react to it would be SO FUN!!!! Ive said this before somewhere but Hyrule would be the one who sends edits to the GC, Wind is kinda banned from looking at any of their tags on socials cause...people are weird, Twi is a secret fan favourite and hes so confused as to why, SO MANY WARS SIMPS, Time being a living meme in the fandom and he has no idea about it, people doing deep dives to find what band Time was in and Time throws 'hints' to them but really is just saying random shit, etc!

For your second question, there are a few who customize their stuff but the majority leaves them plain!

Some of these people are, Four, Wild, Legend and Sky! Four had his drum set custom made -he and his grandpa made it together!- while Wild and Legend put on stickers on their guitars (Legend has the most, Wild normally gets pins and patches for the strap!) and of course there's Sky who paints his own guitars!

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!!!

[d-lanx]

Ultimate Beastmaster Moments S3E5: Semi #2 Qualifiers Pt.1

UK comm shading on the American guy “no surprise the American loves the crowd, loves the spotlight.” And the South Koreans saying he’s watched too many movies with the way he’s showboating during his run.

Cheerleader man tryna hype the crowd to chant for USA. UK comm like “bruh can you not”, USA comm loving it, and Italian comm desperately trying to imitate the choreography.

The Aussies just outright simping for their competitor.

The Aussies bringing back their Roo for moral support.

The Aussie guy takes first place despite being tied in points with the USA guy, because he was faster as the USA guy spent too long showing off and hyping the crowd.

Brazil simply screaming in joy, climbing their table and wearing the flag as a veil.

The Brazilian comms wailing in despair and hitting the wall when their guy fell, and the German comms in the next booth over saying “I don’t speak Portuguese, but I think he said something like ‘that’s a real shame.’” While you can still hear the Brazilian comms crying in the background.

Mexican competitor dislocates his shoulder during his run, and they pop it back in screen even with a slow-motion action replay. You can so clearly see how it comes out and goes back in.

French comm offing herself by stabbing herself with a flag in the stomach in response to the French athlete falling.

UK athlete has the last name French, and Wade’s immediately like “normally I don’t like the French, but I’ll make an exception for him.” And then the guy fails as soon as he finishes the sentence and he’s just like “welp, nevermind.”

USA comm going to console South Korea after their athlete literally faceplanted a wall on the first challenge.

The German comms embarrassed by their athlete twerking before his run.

The French comms blaming the Italians for all the athletes having really bad runs this episode, saying they greased the course.

Brazilian comm wearing a blonde wig tryna impersonate a German sports correspondent and failing to speak German in any comprehensible way.

Italian comm spraying their drinks and storming French comm booth to celebrate beating them when they tied in points but were several seconds faster.

The French only staying in to go to the next round because the Mexican guy was injured and couldn’t compete, and the relief is so potent.

Mex comm vowing to eat gravel if their competitor fails. Hip thrusting to celebrate as she succeeds. Then stabbing himself with the mic when she fails as the French sing to mock them.

Brazil comm being feral for their athlete wearing flags, one with them over his eyes, and screaming. Then when the guy fails one of them beats himself over the head with a tambourine until he puts his head through it and wears it like a necklace.

“Look it’s a German with a personality. That is a rarity in itself!”-Wade Barrett.

The Germans having a stuffed German shepherd called Reiner to act as a mascot (I hope Reiner gets to meet Winston the Wonderdog).

USA comm with more fucking outfits. Punk has a flag design on a top hat, a white beard (I think Uncle Sam??) and a #1 foam hand. Other guy has a flag cape, foam finger, and statue of liberty headpiece. They both have USA flag glasses. Chanting USA as their athlete is showboating before he starts his run. So cringe. Then later, Punk’s like “do we look like a beautiful couple or what?”

Mexican and Aussie comm doing shots to celebrate the Aussie doing well in the course.

Punk saying he has as hard a time understanding the Aussies as he does the Germans. Then does an impression of the Aussie chant while doing an accent known to not a single person on the planet.

USA comm having ANOTHER outfit change. Punk has a flag bandanna and scarf, and the other guy stuck little flags sticking out on each side of his sunglasses.

Aussie guy literally doesn’t pass through 2 hoops and just climbs over them, losing an easy 20 points, and yet still gets 1st place.

Everyone crowding the French booth to celebrate the French athlete who’s the first woman to reach the third level <3.