#he always popped off in every competitive event to me

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Heroes vs. Villains : Octavinelle [Part 2]

Gender Neutral Reader x Octavinelle vs. Rielle Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: Woe to the Ramshackle Prefect, being caught up in the drama between the Disney Villains and their respective heroes. Octavinelle Version, Part 2 ie. Your red-headed hero arrives at Night Raven College and your other aquatic friends are less than enthused.

[PART 1] [PART 2]

The VDC is going to be one of the biggest events in Night Raven College’s history. It’s going to be spectacular, awe-inspiring, one for the history books. And somehow, by the grace of the Gods (or, well, Vil and Professor Crewel) you have tickets.

So naturally, Azul wants you to work through the entire thing.

“I know you don’t like people,” he’d smiled, as if he was offering you salvation on a silver platter. “And just think of it—all those crowds of sweaty, screaming, humans running around. It only seems right that I, as your employer and friend, do my due diligence to keep you safe during all of it, hmm?”

“We’re just thinking of your wellbeing,” Jade had piped in, a gloved hand pressed to his chest all innocent-like. You weren’t fooled for a second.

“And think of all the extra Thaumarks you’ll earn in tips!” Azul chirped. “I know being in a new world has been difficult for you in more ways than one, and that the financial burden in particular has been terribly unpleasant. So really, we’re just doing everything we can to assist you!”

Lies about being considerate for your ‘delicate mental health’ aside, money was good. Money was great. And besides, all you really cared about was the Choral Competition. As long as you could sneak away for that one, camping out in the Lounge didn’t actually seem like the worst idea in the world. The food was excellent, the atmosphere soothing, and the company was—

…Well.

‘Less than desirable’ would probably be an understatement. But Azul always let you take home the leftovers at the end of the night, and sometimes on colder nights Jade would make you a cup of cocoa with no mushrooms in it or anything. So maybe you could excuse a bit of sadism here and there.

So the VDC came and little, poor, you were squirreled away behind the gilded doors of the Mostro Lounge. Aside for the influx of costumers (and subsequent ‘event price hikes’), it was hardly different than any of your other shifts. The one notable difference was how often Azul swapped your station. Normally you were on door duty, or acting as part of the wait staff. But every time a group of RSA students strutted by in their fancy white uniforms, the Octo-Mer would shuffle you off to the kitchens. Or the bar. Or even his office sometimes, demanding assistance with clerical work.

Someone called your name and you lifted your head from your cloud of misery and menial labor—only half paying attention to the people you were ushering in towards the seating area. But instead of another unfamiliar blob waving you down, you actually recognized this guy. Him and his brilliant shock of red hair that you wouldn’t be able to miss from a mile away.

Lo – it was fork dude.

Or, well, Prince Rielle Tidal of Atlantica. But whatever. Man had pushed a utensil into your hands and told you to brush your hair with it. There was no coming back from that.

Your sun-kissed savior swerved through the line to greet you, nearly bowling you over in his enthusiasm. His RSA uniform was a blotch of bleached brightness against the sea of Night Raven’s black ensemble. Normally your rival academics seemed to travel in packs—safety in numbers and all that. But Rielle was weaving through the mass of grumpy NRC faces like he was perfectly at home.

“I decided to pop by to see Azul and his business—because, you know, he was always so smart and pragmatic so I knew it’d probably be really cool and whatever—but wow! It’s really you!”

“It’s really me,” you repeated, fighting to keep the chirp in your customer service voice. “So, would you like a table or—"

“Wait a second—Azul has you working during the festival?!” Rielle gawked, as if he was just realizing that he had stepped into a place a of business, and that you were wearing the uniform of said establishment. “That’s so cruel!”

Yes. Yes it was. But Azul was nothing if not cruel. And if this guy actually knew anything about him at all, he should be perfectly aware of that.

“Someone has to do it,” you shrugged. “Anyways, can I get you something to—”

“Wah, look at this! Shrimpy’s slackin’ on the job!”

Maybe you could put your head through the wall. That would probably be less painful.

Floyd, Jade, and Azul materialized behind you seemingly out of thin air. The terrible trio greeted your dour frown with varying degrees of spiteful glee. And… something else? There was a sort of tension about them that didn’t mesh with their usual haughtiness. It had cropped up for the first time a few weeks ago—that day at the beach. And subsequently the hours after when Jade had pulled Azul into his office to whisper all kinds of nonsense that was apparently ‘too delicate’ for you and whatever tolerance you’d built for these sociopaths.

“Actually, it’s my fault!” Rielle blurted, stepping smoothly in front of you with all the chivalry of a knight. You wanted to warn him that dipping into Floyd’s bite radius was a terrible idea, but at the same time, you were tired, and hungry, and very curious to see how this would all play out. “And I was just wondering—well… I—I mean…”

The young Prince was starting to splutter, his cheeks burning that same, hot, pink that they had all those weeks ago at the beach. He took a moment to clear his throat, compose himself, and then grasped your hands with both of his very neatly manicured ones.

You thought you heard someone gasp. Like in a period novel.

“I actually heard that you were at Night Raven too! And I’ve been looking all over for you! So—I—Would you—” More throat clearing. Floyd’s teeth were grinding together so loudly it almost sounded like a buzzsaw. “Do you want to get something to eat with me?”

There was a deafening crack and you watched as Jade nearly put Floyd through the floor in an attempt to keep him from lurching forward. You observed the scene before you with pleasant sort of surprise as the trio across from you erupted. Or, well, Floyd had erupted. Jade just had that perfectly polite smile on his mouth that let you know he was planning someone’s murder. And Azul looked like he’d just taken physical damage.

Huh. Interesting.

Then again, you’d known they were a proprietary bunch. And you also knew that you were the favorite chew toy around these parts. No one else was sturdy enough for the role, apparently.

“Oi, Princey,” Floyd snarled from behind Jade’s gloved fingers. “What do you think you’re—"

“I—” you interrupted, stepping between the rabid Merfolk and the would-be-mincemeat. “—would love to.”

Silence.

“…What?” Azul squawked.

“I’m due for my break anyways,” you shrugged, enjoying the horrible little surge of satisfaction warming your gut. Take that, you obnoxious fucks. You weren’t sure why Rielle and his crimson-monstrosity of a hairdo had set the three of them off so terribly, but you’d been on your feet for hours now. And missing all the food stalls, and your other friends, and you were going to take this petty revenge where you could.

You turned to Rielle with a polite little smile that you hoped looked more demure than scheming, and his eyes sparkled.

“You don’t mind eating here, do you?” you asked before shooting Azul an award-winning grin. “I’m sure having a Prince dining in would be great advertisement.”

“But of course,” he grit out. “Who would I be to turn down such a ringing endorsement.”

Rielle tossed an amiable arm across your shoulders and laughed that tinkling, church-bell, laugh of his. Floyd’s lip twitched and Azul snagged his arm quicker than a snake could strike. The snarling behemoth was promptly dragged off into the depths of the Lounge—Azul muttering something frantically under his breath that you couldn’t make out. He looked hunched, panicked. And whatever he was saying must have been serious enough to snag Floyd’s fickle attentions, because the too-tall henchman stayed firmly at his boss’s side. The pair of them vanished into the kitchens, the door slamming behind them.

“Just this way then, if you’d please,” Jade beamed, positively glacial.

“This’ll be great!” the Prince preened, keeping a loose grip on you as you both trailed a very stiff Eel through the front parlor. “I get to see all of Azul’s awesome accomplishments and have lunch with you at the same time!”

“The Mostro Lounge is a lovely place to dine,” you chirped, repeating your familiar, scripted, server prompts from memory. “There’s something for everyone.”

“Is that so?” Rielle hummed, as if in deep thought. “That’s very considerate of them.”

Plenty of people at this school liked to insult your intelligence, and you in turn liked to remind certain someones (Ace. Sebek.) that it was best not to throw stones in glass houses. But this was—you may have really found an actual, factual, ditz. Was this how Azul felt all the time? Looking down at you mere mortals with his superior IQ and cunning? Listening to Rielle’s innocent rambling made you feel like Einstein. It was… sort of nice.

My God, you were going to have be responsible for him, weren’t you? Is that was parenthood felt like?

Jade led you to a quiet booth in the back—the one with a direct line of sight to both the kitchens and Azul’s office. The one reserved for problem customers. You folded yourself neatly onto the cushioned bench and Rielle followed, sitting at your side rather than across the table. Something in Jade’s jaw twitched.

“What do you recommend?” Rielle asked you cheerfully, practically radiating enthusiasm. “I’m sure everything is fantastic!”

“Hmm… How about the Mixed Seafood Platter to start I think,” you grinned, turning your polite beam back on your unfortunate server. “With the Unagi, please.”

Beneath all that bubbling irritation, something in those bi-colored eyes gleamed with the barest hint of respect.

“But of course. If you’ll excuse me.”

Once Jade had retreated, Rielle relaxed back into his seat with a theatrical sigh. He brushed his neat swoop of hair off his forehead, like he was wiping away sweat from a workout.

“Phewf! Not that Azul’s friends aren’t nice and all, but they always give me a bit of the heebie-jeebies.”

That was the kindest word for ‘intense murderous aura’ that you’d ever heard.

“A bit, yeah,” you agreed easily enough. “So how do you know Azul?”

“Oh!” he perked right back up. “We were classmates! When we were younger. He was always really quiet, but also really smart! Is he still like that? Quiet—I mean. Reserved.”

A memory struck you then—of standing at Azul’s side in the lobby of the Atlantica Memorial Museum. You remembered his hesitant determination as he replaced his old class photo on the wall. The picture of a tiny, rounder, Azul standing off to the side—hunched, grey, and miserable amidst a sea of laughing faces. You couldn’t remember if there had been a brilliant slash of red mixed in there anywhere. You hadn’t even bothered to check. Because why would you have even deigned to look at the faces of a group of bullies?

Something soured in your gut.

“I wouldn’t say that, no,” your smile sharpening a bit at the edges. “He’s actually very talkative. It’s hard to get him to shut up most of the time.”

“Really?” Rielle gaped. “Wow! That’s awesome!”

Jade slithered by to drop off your appetizers, and if he noticed the slight drop in your mood he didn’t mention it. He was in and out in a flash. You could just see the whisps of his teal hair disappearing back into Azul’s office.

“Enough about Azul though,” Rielle waved off, reaching for the platter. “Tell me about you!”

“Me?” you echoed, bland. “But isn’t Azul your old friend?”

The Prince waved you off once more, cheeks pinkening all over again. “I can talk to him whenever. I’d much rather hear about you! You’re—You’re interesting!”

Now, that was probably a genuine compliment. You doubted Rielle actually meant to slight your friend companion boss by implying that the most ambitious, intelligent, cunning, and well-dressed merman on campus wasn’t interesting enough to converse about—that all of Azul’s efforts to bring himself out of the shadows and onto center stage were still wanting. But that bitter thing in your stomach was raring for a fight.

So you ruffled around in your uniform pocket and pulled out the little notebook you used to tally orders. You shot Rielle the brightest, sweetest, smile you could and watched his stupidly pretty face light up redder than his hair.

“Actually,” you giggled—giggled. Like a freak. “I’d love to hear about you.”

.

.

.

“He’s going to say something!—”

“What doesn’t Shrimpy already know, huh?” Floyd griped. “And I mean, didn’t you steal Ramshackle? You really think bubble-butt out there can do anything to make the Prefect hate you?”

Azul paced. And paced. And paced.

“It’s not about hating me,” he hissed, fighting the urge to wring his hands. “It’s about realizing there are better options out there, and—”

“Bubble-butt is a better option?!” Floyd cackled.

“Stop interrupting me!”

“Then stop whining,” the eel droned, flopping his head back against the couch. “You shoulda just let me squeeze ‘em.”

“We do not need to spark an international incident in my restaurant,” Azul repeated. Though it sounded less like he was trying to convince Floyd than himself.  “Rielle Tidal is a Prince—”

“—a shitty, turd, leftover, Prince—”

“—who we must treat,” Azul grit out, “as such.”

There was a firm rap against the door and Jade slipped inside. Azul had to fight the reflex to pounce on him immediately. Instead he took a moment to pause and straighten his suit jacket. His fingers were shaking and he was sure that Jade would have seen, but thankfully there seemed to be a single shred of mercy left in his Vice-Warden’s cold, withered, heart, and the trembling limbs were not mentioned.

Jade cleared his throat and Azul leaned forward, anxious.

“I think you may be overthinking things,” he said, calm as a cucumber, and Azul wanted to scream.

“It’s not paranoia, it’s being prepared,” he snipped. A pause. “But why do you say that? What happened? Did something happen?”

Jade smiled that placid smile of his. “No.”

“No?” Azul repeated, flabbergasted.

“No,” Jade shrugged.

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Floyd piped in.

Azul was just about to turn and remind his wonderful subordinate just how terrible he could make his existence when there was another knock at the door—lighter than Jade’s but just as familiar. Not a moment later, your head popped through the crack and you peaked inside wearily.

Azul hastily cleared his throat and Jade’s grin turned smug.

“Pr-Prefect! Can I help you with something?”

Floyd snickered under his breath and Azul mentally added another three hours onto the bastard’s nightly dish duties.

You stepped inside and tossed a tiny notebook down onto his desk.

“Here,” you said, with a grumpy sort of frown on your face. “All of Prince Rielle of Atlantica’s stupid wants, hopes, and dreams. You better be able to put this to good use you stupid mafioso wannabe, because I’ve been listening to this guy ramble on about himself for ages now, and I’d rather get drowned by Jade and Floyd again.”

You turned without another word and slammed the door behind you.

Azul gaped wordlessly at the pile of tiny pages splattered across his desk, and the familiar curl of your handwriting filling each and every one of them.

“Oh,” he breathed.

“Oh indeed,” Jade grinned.

[cassayeee]

IN THE FALLING SNOW (CORIOLANUS SNOW X FEM!READER)

warnings: this contains spoilers for The Ballads of Songbirds and Snakes, so read at your own risk. furthermore, this is smut - coriolanus snow smut. expect porn with a bit of plot, degradation, spitting, throat fucking, p in v, virginity taking, oral (m and f receiving), marking, idk just all of that good stuff. point is: mdni.

notes: this is like, really quickly proofread (and almost 8k words lol oops) , so apologies for any grammatical mistakes that pop up. also, this is the first time I've ever actually written smut so bear with me here. anyway, enjoy!

You were probably one of the only souls in Panem that knew the truth about the Snows. Shrouded in deceit of their true wealth status and fear of the truth being sung across the Capitol, you held onto their secret more closely to your chest than any of your own.

Having grown up on the Corso, practically next-door neighbors to the Snows in a penthouse befitting your own status, it wasn’t uncommon for you to be caught spending time between yours and the cousins almost every day. So much time, that the high society of the Capitol could almost always count on the L/N’s and Snow’s appearing at any event with the other in tow.

That was, of course, until the rebellion. While your parents had decided on siding alongside the president, the Snow’s had decided on another course, driving a wedge right through the once unbreakable bond between the two. And once the bombings had come and gone, you still had all your affluence and one less mother, but the Snow’s had found themselves even worse off.

However, you and Coriolanus Snow didn’t let any of that deter your own relationship.

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“Coryo! Come on! Punctuality is a dish best not served cold.” You jeered over to your friend who had just exited his front door onto the wide and ever-expanding avenue.

His blue eyes locked onto your own as he made his way over to your car, the Avoxes in the front seat doing nothing more than staring straight ahead, ready to make the trip over to the Academy. As he entered, you made note of his blouse that could only have been touched by Tigris’ clever hand.

“Wow. Did Tigris do this for you? It’s beautiful.” Snow watched you dote on his reaping attire as he nodded ‘yes’ to your question.

“It was one of my father’s.” he finally replied as you contently sat back further into your family car’s seat.

“So,” you started. “How are you feeling about your mentorship for the Games this year?”

He raised a brow at you as he pondered your question. “In all honesty, I’m just hoping for a good tribute selection. 1 or 2 would be preferable, but even 4 or 11 would suffice. Someone with a chance of succeeding, I suppose.”

You inclined your head through his reasoning. It made sense, you had always known Coryo to be a competitive man – wanting nothing more than the control to make things go as he pleased.

“Well, with your charm and wits, I’m sure you could make any contender into a victor.”

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And, oh, how right you were. Watching your Coryo more than triumph over his mentorship and even getting his tribute to win the Hunger Games had your own pride swelling in turn. This was all he ever wanted. To have his reputation goldened and his University spot secured, you couldn’t wait to see how he would blossom in the coming years.

What you were less than happy about, however, was how closely he and that District 12 girl had become. Sharing a picnic in that rat-infested zoo? Going to her for problems that he used to come to you about? Oh, your ego took a bruising after that.

Was she there for him after he lost his parents? No.

Was she there for him as his fortune declined? No.

Was she there to sneak food over to him to make sure the family didn’t die from starvation? No.

Was she there to hold him at night when he couldn’t sleep even after attempting to find solace in his mother’s compact? No.

What did she do? Sing a little song and twirl in her rainbow dress? Oh, please. You knew a flirt when you saw one, and did she ever fit the bill.

A part of you had even hoped that she died in the Games. Easy. Out of their lives forever and what was the biggest problem after that? Getting Coryo to University? With a little convincing you were sure you could’ve gotten your own father to sponsor him. Really, he needed to get over his little conviction with the Snow’s. It’s not like he didn’t owe Crassus more than that.

But besides that, you felt like you were losing your best friend. Had you been in love with him for years hoping he’d return your affections? Of course. Were you perfectly comfortable staying his friend and supporting him even so? I mean, not really, but sooner or later he would have realized that you were all he’d ever need.

If only that stupid little songbird would just fly away.

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Arriving home from the Academy after the end of the Games, your feelings were twisted in a knot. More than anything you just wanted to climb into your room and sulk or find a way to get your father to cause an “accident” for that Lucy Gray Baird on her way back to 12, whatever would be more appealing at the time.

But, you knew you had to get over to the Snow’s to congratulate Coryo. Jealousy aside, you were still so proud of all he’d done and wanted to make sure he knew that.

Once you entered the penthouse, Tigris greeted you with a big smile and an even bigger hug.

“Oh, Y/N,” she sobbed. “I can’t believe he actually did it!”

You couldn’t help but fall further into her hug, genuinely happy in her arms. She was right. You were being selfish thinking about him and the girl at a time like this. Tomorrow you could be bitter all you want, but tonight, tonight was about Coriolanus Snow.

Helping her and the Grandma’am set up their old party favors and arranging the cake you brought over for him, you couldn’t help but wait for his arrival. Not being part of the mentorship, you had left as soon as the Games concluded allowing for Coryo to debrief with his fellow members and any newscasters looking for an interview.

Hearing the door turn, you all jumped up in celebration as you saw him enter. Noticing immediately that something was wrong with him, you dropped your arms as he burst into tears. Shocked, you started to make your way over to him as he ran into your arms, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he began to tell you about Highbottom and the Games.

And that’s when your world came crashing down around you.

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You found yourself in Coryo’s room as he had his head placed in your lap, arms wrapped tight around your legs as you ran your hands through his hair. A position the two of you hadn’t found yourselves in for quite some time, but one that you both found nothing but comfort in.

“Maybe they’ll change their minds. Realize that losing you as a Capitol citizen is more a punishment onto themselves than for you.” You attempted to reason with him. To give him any sort of hope.

He only turned his head in your lap to face you. “Maybe if Highbottom didn’t hate me, but this feels more personal than even just being caught for cheating.”

“What about Gaul?” you tried, combing through his curly locks. “She seemed to have really taken a liking to you with all that extra essay work and singling you out whenever she could.”

“Gaul is certifiably insane and even more like her mutations than you’d realize.” He rebuked. “No, she wouldn’t even let me into the Citadel to try and reason with her. This is my only option.”

You both were silent for a stretch until you broke the silence with a hiccup. Feeling your body start to shake, Coryo rose from your lap to see you silently crying into your free hand. He reached for your head to bring into his chest, allowing you to release your emotions onto him.

“Oh, my Y/N.” The way he softly cooed your name made you latch your arms around him and cry even harder.

With a break in your hysterical state, you retreated your head away from his now tear-stained shirt and looked up at him.

“I don’t want you to go.” You confessed. “I want you to stay here. With Tigris. With the Grandma’am. With me. Please.”

His gaze softened while studying your features. He brushed back your slightly sweaty hair from your forehead as he placed a loving kiss upon it. You closed your eyes in the tender moment, never wanting it to end.

“I’ll always come back to you.” He asserted. “I promise.”

Trying your best not to lose your composure again, you buried yourself back into him, hiding your face from view. Tangling yourselves together, you attempted to find a semblance of sleep in his embrace, knowing that this may be the last intimate moment you get with him in years.

Eyes falling shut and breathing becoming labored, Coryo watched as you drifted asleep in his arms. His Y/N. His beautiful, intelligent, loyal Y/N. He knew he should have kissed you before. Told you that he’d only ever want to fall asleep in your arms, no matter what the news made of his and Lucy Gray’s relationship. But the good man in him knew that would have just made things worse for you, after he left, and he needed you to stay strong and become the powerful woman you were born to be.

And the not-so-good man in him reveled at the fact that you would always ache for more from him. Waiting until he returned. Loyal until the end. And if he returned to see you with someone else? Well, that would be sure to be remedied quickly. Because, as you were both severely aware, Snow lands on top.  

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It had been months since you’d last seen him. And every day still hurt as much as the last. While you did receive letters from him, it was never the same as having him here. In person. Across the avenue and readily available at your beck and call.

With the worsening state of the Grandma’am and Tigris’ situation, you tried to help as much as you could, but your father strictly forbade anymore spending on the two after Coryo’s departure. He even threatened to send you to the Citadel for a “long-term internship” if only to keep you away. So, all you could do was watch the further deterioration of your family.

On a late day in September, you and your father were preparing to leave for the University for a pre-semester gala, attended by those in current attendance, and new studies joining in just a few days.

You smoothed down your blood-red, pin-straight formal gown, backless with a slit rising just up to your upper thigh, viewing yourself in your large vanity mirror white fixing your satin gloves. A tulle train adorned the back of your gown, wrapping around your waist and sparkling slightly with the gems attacked throughout it. Not as eccentric as some of the other Capitol citizens, you kept a rather minimalistic style, but you looked good, like, really fucking good. Hair styled in an intricate updo and makeup accentuating your features, you couldn’t help but enjoy your reflection. What was wrong with a bit of self-indulgence?

It’s not that you would describe yourself as vain or vapid, but rather know the worth in your own beauty. If you were to be a woman in a wolf-den of men, playing to your strengths and charms would be the only way to get anywhere, besides your self-assured intelligence, of course.

Breaking you out of your trance, you heard your father call from the foyer that the car had made itself around and was ready to depart. Taking a deep breath and checking your appearance once more, you began your trek into the snake pit.

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Just as you had suspected, the hall was full of high-class society goers, along with many of the staff and faculty of the University. This was your time to solidify past Academy connections as well as create new ones as the environment called for. Knowing people was everything. And knowing people liked you was even better.

Making your rounds with your father, you stopped to chat with some of his associates and peers to begin your night. Already growing bored with the conversation, you stopped a passing Avoxes to grab a glass of posca to solicit a light buzz, making the night infinitely better.

Excusing yourself from the group to take a breather of business talk, you began to make your own way around to speak to some of your fellow Academy graduates among some influential figures in the University.

Currently speaking to Hilarius Heavensbee, the two of you were catching up on what you had both done after graduation, among small talk of the hushed Hunger Games.

“No, my parents were still pissed that my tribute only made it to 8th place, but how was that my fault?” he exclaimed. “The girl was already on her deathbed by the time she made it into the arena, and I couldn’t send her a miracle on a drone.”

You giggled at his exasperated state, slightly because of the posca you still sipped on.

“At least you got to mentor,” you bemused. “Fucking Persephone Price beat me out for a spot, so all I had was a good seat and an ability to bet.”

“Oh?” he said in a teasing lilt. “And did you place any bets my way, Y/N?”

You caught his eyes looking you up and down in a lustful gaze. You were always friendly with Hilarius back in the Academy, but never entertained much more than that, since your heart had always belonged to him.

But, as your body grew warm with the posca and need to feel wanted, you couldn’t help yourself from taking a small step closer to Hilarius, though still a respectable distance given the circumstances, while you dedicated a small giggle to him.

“Now, Hilarius,” you remarked. “If you wanted me to place my bets on you, you should have given me a little bit more to work with.”

He rolled his eyes at your slight jab, even knowing you were only teasing.

“Just because my tribute didn’t know how to please a crowd, doesn’t mean I don’t.”

The slight innuendo didn’t slip past you even in your hazy state. If anything, it only caused you to peer at him through your long lashes, blinking slowly as you licked your bottom lip. Before either of you could speak again, a murmur rushed through the crowd as you noticed people staring toward the entrance of the room. Turning to see what the commotion was about, you almost let the glass slip through your hands as you saw him staring right at you.

Standing shocked and immovable, all you could see was him, completely forgetting about Hilarius and your prior engagement. It was as if the commune around you was nothing more than a backdrop to your reunion. You watched as he greeted faculty and society members alike, never moving from your spot as he continuously flicked his eyes over to you.

He was back. Your Coryo was actually here. Suited in a black ensemble, he looked more handsome than you even remembered. How was that possible? He didn’t say anything in his last letter about returning home. Last you remember, he was still waiting back on his officer test results, so why the fuck is he at the University gala?

Whether it took minutes or hours, you kept your spot and waited for him to make his way over. And as soon as his full attention was on you, you couldn’t tell if you were going to sob, faint, or both at once. Long strides took him over to you, where he tilted his head down to view your frame.

Still stuck in a stupor, the best you could get out was, “H-hi.”

His mouth quirked up in a half-smile as he returned his own “Hello, Y/N.”

Your name flowing from his lips finally broke you out of the shocked state you were in as you grabbed his hand and made your way over to one of the balconies hidden behind a large curtain. With the fresh air giving you some reprieve from the heat your body was melting in, you enclosed him in a hug burying your face in his chest. Inhaling his rose scent, all your nerves relaxed. Something only he could ever do.

“Oh, Coryo,” you sighed. “I missed you so much. Every single day I missed you. What are you doing here? Why are you –“ Finally looking up to face him, all you saw was anger painted on his face.

Furrowing your brows, confusion clouded your features as you couldn’t understand why he was looking at you like that.

Jaw ticking, he stayed silent.

“Coryo?” you cooed like a child in trouble.

Something about the way you spoke his name finally had him relaxing his muscles, but still had a hard gaze on you. Quickly looking back over his shoulder to make sure no one was looking your way, he walked you backward toward the rail of the balcony. Arms on either side of you, he closed you in so that the only thing you could see was him.

“I get home,” he started. “Expecting nothing but a warm welcome from my dear Y/N, and what do I see? You looking at that Heavensbee trash like you wanted him to fuck you. Like you wanted him to touch what is mine.”

Surprise crossed your face as you placed your hands on the lapels of his suit jacket.

“W-What?” you stuttered. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh, don’t play coy with me, Y/N. You think I don’t know what you were trying to do with him? Don’t forget who knows you better than you know yourself.”

He looked at you with a mixture of disgust and thinly veiled hate, like he wasn’t happy to see you at all. Like he didn’t miss you at all.

And you got mad.

“I don’t see how that is any of your business, Coriolanus.” You spat his name. “As it so happens, I’m a woman with womanly needs, and seeing as I can do as I please, I could go home with him right now and there wouldn’t be a thing you could do about it.”

He sneered at you with a laugh that had no hint of humor behind it. Tightening his grip on the rails he lowered his head down to your ear as you sucked in a quick breath of air at his closeness.

“Oh, Y/N,” he muttered. “You and I both know he’s not what you want. He just wants to get his dick wet and you, love, want mine shoved down your throat.”

Trying your best not to let him get to you, you utterly failed as a tiny whimper escaped the back of your throat and your thighs began to rub together.

Chuckling, Coryo lifted his head again to view your disheveled state. He caressed your neck with a callused hand, rubbing his thumb across your soft spot before grabbing the back of your neck and pulling your mouth close to his.

“He will not have you, Y/N L/N. You are solely mine, and whether I have to speak it, fuck it, or brand it into you, you will remember that. Now,” he released his grip on you. “Say your goodbyes, besides that imbecile Heavensbee, acquire your coat and meet me outside so I can finally stop this tiring back-and-forth and take what is rightfully mine.”

Pure lust layering over any coherent thoughts, all you could do was nod as you smoothed back down your dress and hoped that the cool air was helping your reddened cheeks from becoming too noticeable. Telling your father, you weren’t feeling well, he allowed you to take the car home and let you retire early for the night. Unknowingly to him, Coryo Snow followed you into the vehicle, one hand firmly planted on your bare thigh the entire ride.

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Between the University to now, your heart rate had increased significantly from Coryo’s actions. You weren’t sure what exactly had gotten into him or what had happened to him since you last said your goodbyes, but the aggressiveness he showed you was an extreme you had never seen before.

Though, you couldn’t really be upset. After all, he had finally admitted to you what you had wanted to hear for almost two decades: he wanted you. And that excited you to no end.

As Coryo watched you fiddle in your seat, he couldn’t help but smirk thinking about how you were acting for him. A few sentences and you were reduced to mush in his hands, willing to do anything to get him back to your room. And it’s not like he was any better.

After his extravaganza in District 12, he realized just how much you meant to him. None of those deplorable District filth specimens could hold a candle to you. His Y/N. His pretty girl who would do anything for him and who he would do anything for.

How it angered him to see you talking to Heavensbee – like he was worth even a glance from you. You were supposed to wait for him, to be a good little girl, and refuse any suitors who tried to have their way with you. And you, you with your ‘womanly needs’ like anyone else would be able to take care of you like he could. No. No, he would make sure that after tonight you would remember who the fuck owns you.

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After dismissing your driver, you made your way into the penthouse across from the Snows, opening the door and removing your coat, gloves, and shoes at the entrance. Coryo followed suit by unbuttoning his jacket and slipping off his loafers right by yours. Together. Yours and his – as they always should be.

Turning back around to face him, you saw the anger had faded a bit from his features, but a crease still lined in between his brows. He raised his hands to cup your face as he lowered his lips to yours.

This is heaven and I’m dead, you thought to yourself, still in disbelief that this was happening to you. You grabbed his own face in return with newfound enthusiasm as he groaned into your mouth, happy to have you reciprocating his own unhinged lust.

Tongues battling for dominance, you felt him tip your head upwards so he could completely devour your mouth – no question that he was the one in charge. Whimpering into him, he broke the kiss for just a second to see your fluttering eyelids open to him. Blue eyes peering down at you, he gripped open your jaw, spitting into your mouth.

“Swallow.” He commanded. And you happily obliged.

Placing his mouth on yours once more, he lowered himself to grip you behind the knees and lifted you around his waist. Dutifully responding, you wrapped your legs around as he began the trek to your bedroom, spit drooling from both your mouths as if you never wanted to be free from the other.

As he entered your room, you were becoming hotter by the second, needing to get this damned dress off of you. As he set you down on the edge of the bed, his nimble fingers reached behind you to slowly pull the straps down your arms, drawing out the action. He removed his mouth to quickly reattach it to your shoulder, following the line of your dress removal.

Getting to your elbows, you swiftly pulled your arms from between the strap openings, bearing your chest to him. Dilated eyes latched onto your breasts, with his mouth ferociously following suit. You moaned loudly into the room, encouraging him to latch his lips onto your nipple, running his teeth along the perked bud. Not wanting to leave one unattended, he lifted his hand to squeeze and tease your other breast, switching between the two as he saw fit.

“Fuck,” he groaned out as he pulled away. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

You whined at the confession. Wanting more, more, more of him. He chuckled.

Finally, slipping the rest of your dress from your body, Coryo growled as you saw you had no undergarments on. The amusement all lost from his face.

He slid his hand around your throat, putting a light amount of pressure on it as he pushed you into the bed. Your own hands went to grip around his wrist, hoping to relieve yourself somewhat of the constraint.

“The fuck, Y/N. What,” he snarked. “Are you some District whore begging for any scrap of dick you can get? Huh? Is that it?”

You attempted to shake your head as he still held you by the neck. “No?” he bemused. “Because walking around with this pretty pussy out on display doesn’t seem like something a Capitol purebred does.”

“Please, Coryo,” you squeaked out. His words were getting to you, along with the pressure still being applied to your neck, adding to your growing wetness. Attempting any chance at receiving friction, you rubbed your thighs together, drawing his eyes down to your ministrations.

“Awe,” he tutted. “Does my sweet little whore need some relief? Is that it?”

He cocked his head to the side, waiting for your impatient nod to come. As it did, he removed his hands from your throat. Feeling your release, you sat up to watch as he unbuttoned his dress shirt in front of you.

“Hmm. And what makes you think you deserve it?” He continued undoing each of the buttons while he raised a brow waiting for your reply.

You looked at him with a pout, widening your legs apart to give him a good view of your glistening pussy.

“Please, Coryo,” you begged once more. “I promise I’ve been good to you. Never even touched another man. Only ever thought of you. Only ever wanted you.”

He discarded his shirt as he listened to your own confessions.

“Only ever me?” he started working on his belt. “Tell me, love, did you think of me when you touched that dirty pussy at night? When you’d fuck yourself on your own fingers, disappointed they couldn’t fill you up enough?”

You were practically salivating at his words, voraciously shaking your head in agreement. You watched as he slipped his pants and socks off, only standing before you in his briefs. Looking low, you could see the bulge hiding behind the article of clothing, just begging to be set free.

Rising to rest on your knees, you looked up to him, eyes urging him to come closer. Doing as you so preciously asked, he towered over you, caressing your face. You practically purred in his hands, nuzzling further into them.

With your own hands free, you started palming at his covered cock. Coryo closed his eyes, pushing himself further into your reach. Enjoying the way you were making him feel, you felt the overwhelming urge to show him just how much you missed him.

“I want to taste you.” You pleaded to him, and his eyes immediately shot to yours as you began lowering the waistband of his trousers. He had an amused look on his face once more, watching his adorable little unsullied pet want to please him. With zero reservations, he let you do as you pleased.

With newfound confidence, you set his aching cock free. It stood straight like a good soldier –  with an angry red tip that was begging for your orders. He was larger than anything you previously experienced – not that you’d ever admit that to your Coryo. However, you didn’t actually get much further than oral activities with your former rendezvous’, hoping and praying that Coryo would be the one to truly mark your body as his. And thank fuck for that.

Bringing your attention back to your current situation, precum was pooling at the tip as you wet your lips in hunger. Gripping the base, you brought your mouth down to give kitten licks to savor his arousal, slowly starting to pump his cock in your hand. He groaned as you continued to give him just enough for stimulation, but not enough to bring him closer to that sweet relief.

“Don’t fucking tease me, Y/N.” he snarled. Grinning at his behavior, you finally enclosed your mouth around his member, eliciting a low moan from him as you took what you could into your throat. Slurping and sucking, the lewd sounds you were making only drove him further towards release.

Wanting to be good for him – only him – you hollowed your cheeks to attempt to take all those lovely eight inches from top to bottom. Breathing through your nose and working your way closer to the hair at the base of his dick, Coryo lost all semblance of his self-control as you sheathed his entire length in your mouth.  

Tearing your already loosening hair free from its previously styled updo, he replaced the pins and trinkets with his own hand, wrapping the strands around and pulling your head back so he could fuck into it.

“Fucking hell. Should’ve –“ He took a deep breath as your throat constricted around him. “Fuck. Should’ve done this years ago. You feel so good.”

You moaned around him, the vibrations bringing him even closer to that sweet peak. Letting him do as you pleased, tears pooled in your eyes from the abuse, but you loved every second of it. Having him lose his precious control around you was the biggest prize you could win.

And all that control was lost in the moment he finally hit his peak. Shoving his dick as far as he could into your mouth, he released every last drop of his spend into you. As he pulled out of you, you greedily swallowed everything he left in your spit-riddled mouth.

Coming down from his high, he flared his nose at you, watching you gulp up any remnants of his seed. He quickly gripped your jaw and pulled you close to his face. Aching from the brutal pace of his hips and now the snake-like vice he had on you, your jaw would sure to be sore for the next couple of days. Yet still, you whimpered up at him.

“Who else did you let do that to you?” Shaking your head, you tried to plead in your actions that you hadn’t – not trusting your own voice to keep your lies hidden. He would know as soon as you opened your mouth anyway.

“No one? You expect me to believe that?” He was growing angrier by the second. “Do you take me for a fool, Y/N?”

“No!” you immediately pleaded. You never wanted him to think you thought ill of him – not when he was your whole world.

“Then tell me.” His hold tightened. “Tell me so I can fucking ruin their meaningless lies for ever touching what doesn’t belong to them.”

You tried to shake your head again, but he held you still. His eyes bore into your own waiting for a reply. Realizing you weren’t going to mislead him any longer, you caved.

“Felix and Pup.” With eyes narrowing, his mouth lifted into a furious grimace. He threw your head backward as you hit the mattress in a puff. You took a deep breath and watched as he began to kneel on the floor by your bed, gripping under your thighs and pulling you until you hit the edge of the bed.

Inches away from your cunt, you could feel his maddened huffs of hot air escape from his mouth and onto you. Running a single finger through your slick, you gasped at the stimulation and threw your head back. Your fingers tangled in the sheets of your bed.

“You let those ignorant, dull bastards touch you?” He spat out. You lifted your head just enough to look at him before you felt him continue to play with your growing wetness, causing you to drop your head back down once more.

Not knowing what to say, you just continued to lay there, hoping that he’d continue to give you any sort of friction on your pleading pussy. Unamused by your silence, he stopped his musings and leaned back. You groaned into the air as you rose your head again.

“Yes.” You admitted. “But it didn’t mean anything! Please, Coryo. You know I’ve only ever needed you.” Attempting to play into his ego, you hoped that he would just get over it and go back to touching you.

“Yeah?” he said, still not touching you. “Then why should I even bother with a slut like you? Whoring yourself out to anyone who looks at you, huh?”

Getting fed up with still not being touched you threw your legs around his head, locking them at the ankles. Glaring down at him, he looked entertained at your angry state, even while still being in his own.

“Yeah?” you mocked back. “And what about you, Coriolanus?”

He raised a brow at your words, silently allowing you to continue your taunt.

“Whoring yourself out to District trash? At least I had the decency to suck a clean dick. What did you expect when you were running around with your precious little –“

Rolling your eyes back, your words died on your tongue as his own ran a strip up your now dripping pussy. Your legs attempted to close around his head, but his large, veined hands kept them apart.

Forgetting about whatever it was that you were mad about before, you started rubbing yourself on his face, whimpering every time his nose caught your clit. Without warning, he entered one of his long fingers into your hole, caressing your innermost parts.

“Fuck, Coryo,” you moaned out as your hands gripped onto the short strands of curls that were starting to return after his Peacekeeper days. Stretching you out even further, he entered another finger – curling it to reach a spot that you’d never been able to find yourself.

He suckled on your clit as he pumped faster, and you grew closer to your own climax. Squelching noises bounced around the room as your arousal pooled around his fingers – so, so, so close to a release.

“Please, Coryo. I’m going to –“ Before you could even finish the sentence, he withdrew his fingers from your heat.

“What the fuck.” You growled out, furious at the loss of your orgasm. But you couldn’t stay mad. Not when he was currently licking his fingers clean, eyes filled with pure bliss. Already, you could feel yourself growing wetter at the sight.

Popping his fingers out of his mouth, he rose to cage you onto the bed. He looked down on you as his arms were planted firmly on either side of you. He tilted his head, seemingly pleased by your struggles.

“Oh, love. Did you think I was going to let you come anywhere but on my cock?” He brought his head down close to your head, licking a stripe up from the base of your neck to the lobe of your ear. You shivered in delight.

“No, my dear. I’ve waited far too long for this to let that beautiful moment go to waste.” He spoke softly to you. “Though, while I do sit with the anticipation of how your release may taste on my tongue, I have the whole night for that. Along with the rest of our lives.”

Coryo softly caressed your face as a moment of vulnerability passed over his face, perhaps one of the rare times you would truly see the boy you fell in love with.

“She was never you.” He whispered.

And you melted. Tears started to well in your eyes at the sweet confession. While you were still upset at heart that he had ever chosen that whore Lucy Gray to begin with, you could live with the fact that he was here now. That he had chosen you now. And over your cold, dead body would you ever let him go.

Shifting your hands to hold the back of his head, you brought his lips down onto your own. Slowing down for just this moment, you tried to convey all your feelings for him in the movement of your mouth. And Coryo sighed into you.

He wasn’t a good man – you both knew this. He was controlling and obsessive and possessive, but he was yours. You weren’t that great of a woman either if you were being honest. Jealousy boiled deep in your veins alongside a pot of anger that constantly threatened to spill over your “kind” persona, but you were his.

In those tangled weaves of fate, you had both found each other, knotted up at the center. No person could come between that, and God help whoever tried.

Shifting your mouth so that he could more aggressively push himself onto you, you said goodbye to the tender intimacy and relished in the way he roughly handled you.

He continued to play with your swollen clit, readying your virgin cunt for his length. Oh, how he was enlivened at the fact that he would be the first, and only, man to sink his cock into your heat. This would bond the two of you even further than you already were, marking you as his forever.

Slipping off the undergarment that he still wore, you and he were now fully bare to each other – like the Greek sculptures of old. Lovers before the fall. Viewed as soft and malleable, but in truth were filled with the hardness of their years – ready to find solace in the only other being that could see them as they truly were.

Taking his cock in his hand, Coryo began to rub his cock up and down your wet pussy. You moaned each time he swiped over your pearl and even more so when he put a bit of pressure on your tight hole.

“Fuck, Coryo.” You cried. “Just put it in already. Please. I need to fucking feel you.”

Your sweet begging was like music to his ears, and the cut of his restraint. Wasting no more time, he slowly started inching his way into you. Grunting, he rocked himself into you as you grimaced from the pain.

“Shit.” He moaned out. “You’re so fucking tight. Just relax for me, hmm, love? You’re doing so well. My good little girl.”

His praises went right to your core as your body began to open up more for him. Sinking yourself further into the mattress, he took one more thrust to fill you up completely.

Looking at you with only a sliver of blue around his blackened pupil, he groaned low and deep from the back of his throat after being fully sheathed in you. You, on the other hand, were still adjusting to the intrusion, but soon the pain subsided and all you wanted him to do was move.

“I’m okay, love.” You whined, giving him the go-ahead to finally start rocking his hips against yours.

Ever so slowly, he ran his length in your heat, getting you both accustomed to the feeling – addicting yourselves to it, more like. And with every thrust, he began to lose that self-control once more, pushing harder and deeper into you.

“God, Y/N. You’re sucking me right in.” He clenched his jaw at the pleasure coursing through him as you moved your hands up to grip his shoulders, digging your nails into him.

All you could feel was him. In you. Around you. His smell flowed into your nostrils as sweat and sex filled the air around you. And you couldn’t get enough.

“Coryo. Coryo. Coryo.” Your brain was turning to mush the more you could feel him rib against your walls. His name a prayer on your tongue and his body a temple as you worshipped both and all.

“Fuck.” He grabbed onto the back of your knees to lift your legs above his shoulders. Switching angles, he could reach even more of you as he pounded you into the bed. Squealing from the stimulation and pure pleasure, you held onto the sheets in a vice, trying not to spiral away.

“Look at this pretty fucking cunt. All mine.” He started rambling as he became drunk on your pussy. “I’ll fucking kill anyone who tries to– fuck. Who even looks at you. I’ll fucking send them right to Gaul’s fucking mutations and watch as they die. Shit. I’ll fuck you right next to their corpse. Have them drown in their blood and our cum.”

His thrusts became more rapid as your cunt squeezed around him from his words. You couldn’t help the whines and moans as you thrashed your head back and forth.

“Hmph.” He grunted. “Like that, huh? Good. My dark little seductress. My perfect rose. Mine.” He thrusted into you.

“Mine.” Thrust.

“Mine.” Harder.

“Mine.” Deeper.

“God, yes.” You cried. “All yours! Please, please, please.”

Your words started to become unintelligent after you continued to search for your high. Coryo, noticing your state, began to play with your clit once more. Aching for you to cum all over his cock.

His own eyes rolled to the back of his head as he got closer and closer to his own release. With a foggy head, he quickly pulled out before immediately flipping you onto your stomach as you huffed out a disapproving whine. Filling you back up, however, had you right back to your drunken state.

“That bitch from 12 could never compare to you.” His tongue loosened confessions as he kept ramming his hips into your ass. “Fucking– fuck. Only used her so she would win. So I could– shit. Could go with you to University.”

You were barely comprehending his words at this point. Moaning obscenities into the sheets below you, you let him ramble without complaint.

“Make sure you didn’t try to find someone else there. No one– fucking damn it. No one else can have you. Gonna fuck you full of my cum and make sure everyone knows that.”

He felt you groan into the sheets again in pleasure. Gripping your hair, he pushed you further down as your back arched higher into the air. Keeping one knee on the bed, he bent the other to reach as deep as he could to fill you up.

“Coryo.” You drawled out in a lust-filled, husky voice.  

“I know, love. I know.” He felt you starting to twitch as your orgasm neared. “Never gonna let you go. Never gonna let you leave me.”

“Fuck!” You gasped into the sheets as you felt that coil tighten in your lower stomach. Tingles shot from your toes to your head as you waited for it to snap.

“Coryo!” you whined once more. “Please, I’m gonna come. Wanna come on your cock so bad. Let me come, please!”

Grunting, he reached around your torso to find your clit. Wrapping himself around you, he began twisting and rubbing on your pearl, making your release come faster and faster until –

“Come on my fucking cock, Y/N. Come on pretty girl.” And through his words and actions, that wave finally crashed as you moaned his name loudly into the bed. Legs shaking slightly, you kept rocking your hips back to meet his, riding out the best orgasm you’d ever felt.

You could tell Coryo was getting close too, by the way his thrusts got sloppier and paced quicker. He kept groaning your name under his breath wanting nothing more than to fill you with his seed.

Leaning his head down on your shoulders, he bit hard into your soft skin, marking his territory. You whined into the sheets as you could feel another wave coming toward you. Feeling you constricting around him had him suckling on the skin all over your neck – making sure there would be no doubts about who you belonged to.

“Fuck, Coryo.” You said as that coil began to tighten once more. “I want you to come in me. Want to– hmph. Want to drip with your seed.”

Growling right by your ear, he pushed even deeper into you, as the both of you chased your highs.

“Gonna get you pregnant with my kids.” Closer the two of you were getting, that beautiful high right in sight. “See your stomach swell with my babes. Over and over again.”

You both moaned out, so close.

All it took was one more deep thrust until Coryo painted your walls white as the driven snow. Your own release followed shortly behind as your body began to slump from exhaustion.

Coryo was entranced by the ring of both of your cum around his cock, slowly rocking it back into you to make sure it took. He will have you with him when he rules Panem. He will have you carry his children and be there to take care of him, as he would you. And he will never let you go.

Both of you falling into a mess of limbs on your bed, you couldn’t help but admire the man who lay next to you, wanting nothing more than for every day to be with him. An adoring smile graced your face as you traced his features.

He watched you with curiosity, before pulling you in by your waist to be even closer to him. You snuggled into his chest as his strong arms wrapped around you, sighing contently. Ever so slowly, your eyes began to droop, heavy with sleep. But, before you surrendered to your slumber, you whispered out to Coryo.

“I love you.” And you fell asleep.

His eyes widened slightly with fear. He feared for not only your feelings for him but his feelings for you. He never truly loved Lucy Gray, but you. You were always the holder of his heart, and he knew that was dangerous in the games he would yet have to play.

But he was a selfish man. He wouldn’t be letting you go, and he wouldn’t let anyone else get their hands on you – lover or enemy. He would keep you close, always in his sight, always safe. And really, what did he have to worry about?

“I love you too,” he whispered to your sleeping form.

Everything would work out for you two, he would make sure of it.

Besides, he thought to himself,

Snow always lands on top.

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Bronco: Travis Wheatley x Reader

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Travis Wheatley falls in love when he sees you riding Bronco.

The Montana Rider’s Association are bringing back the women’s event for the first time since the forties and the prize, it rivals anything he’s seen in Dallas.

The aim of the game is to stay on the horse for eight seconds, no matter how much it may fight you. It’s messy, violent and adrenaline inducing.

“She needs the money.” Rip tells him as the two of them watch you from behind the fence that circles around the arena. “She’s just coming out of a messy divorce, she let the bastard have everything just so she could keep the horse. He told her he’d have it put down if he ever got his hands on it.”

The horse is called Artemis, she’s a white Arabian with a sleek coat and a glossy mane. They’re known as a light breed, excelling in both strength and agility, great for barrel racing. He’d fawned all over  her when he’d first laid eyes on her. She was a gorgeous creature, spirited, well cared for. The two of you are a match made in heaven.

“He sounds like a nasty son of a bitch.” Travis says as he sips from his bottle of beer, his breath catching as the Bronco tosses you. Those three seconds it takes you to move are the longest of his life but then you get back up on your feet, a little dirty, a little battered and you go again.

You’re the ballsiest damn woman he’s ever met.

“Malcom Beck.” Rip tells him and the name triggers something inside of Travis. He’s heard the rumours, cruel to his horses and to his wife, which was why she was always travelling the country competing in barrel rolling competitions. “He blackballed her from all the other stables, which is why we’re housing Artemis here. It’s not enough that he took everything, he needs to make her life difficult too.”

“She leave him?” Travis asks, his gaze straying down to his watch as he counts the seconds because your back on that Bronco and this time you’re staying put.

“The women she could put up with but then he tried to stop her competing, tried to take the horse.” Rip shakes his head, his palm rubbing across his grizzled chin. “It was the only thing that gave her any joy in that piece of shit marriage.”

You make eight seconds, and then you do it again and again and again until Lloyd calls you off because both you and the Bronco are both tired. Travis greets you at the gate with a beer and you press the cool glass against your flushed cheeks before you pop the cap off.

You have that look in your eyes, the same bright, exhilarated look that he gets when he’s competing. There’s a wildness in you right now, your husband he tried to tame it, stifle it but Travis he wants to run with it, all the way out into the mountains and however far it goes.

“You wanna get into some trouble tonight?” He asks you, his shoulder bumping against yours as you both sit down on the grass outside the arena. “No strings, just a mutual thing between two people who haven’t felt tenderness in a while.”

It’s quiet now, Rip and Lloyd are seeing to the Bronco whilst the others are camping up in the pastures with one of the herds. There’s a peacefulness to it, a stillness you never get tired of. You could live forever up here in the valley, soaking in the tranquillity of it.

“I don’t believe for a single second it’s been that long for you cowboy.” You say, leaning back in the grass. Travis follows suit, his arm propping up his head as he studies you.

The warmth of his body rolls over your skin, the hem of his t-shirt creeping up to reveal a slither of firm, tan muscle. It’s been a long time since you wanted a man, since you craved the unyielding thrust of his cock deep inside you.

“It’s been over a year.” He tells you, picking a daisy and using it to trail up along the inside of your forearm. It’s a euphoric sensation, the gentle trace of petals over your flesh sending a thrill of anticipation chasing through every single one of your synapses.

“I ain’t got nobody back home waiting for me and from what I hear you don’t either.” He murmurs, the daisy slipping from his fingers as his thumb chases along the line of your jaw. “Why shouldn’t we take a little pleasure in one another, enjoy ourselves.”

There’s an ache in you, a fierce heat that licks through your veins likes a wildfire as his nose trails along the length of yours, his lips ghosting lightly over your mouth. That kiss, it’s full of everything you’ve been missing, passion, sensuality and above all promise, promise that it’s not just about him tonight, it’s about you.

“Oh honey,” He whispers against your lips. “The two of us are going to have some fun.”

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bcos quite honestly fratboy!anakin is so hard for me to write, simply bcos its so difficult for what i know of anakin and his character to align with a fratboy persona. however! i married the concepts my last fratboy post and i’ll do it again for u jelly. ive had to brainstorm a couple days…

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☥ likes nuts. peanut butter. pistachios. nut and seed bread. u ask and he’s like “i like feeling like a squirrel” and ur not sure if its a joke. probably keto diets. he eats his body weight in good fats and goes to the gym as an obsessive hobby bcos hes got so much energy and nowhere to put it

☥ mario kart is one of his favorite games. he has a nintendo switch solely for mario kart. his friends play in competitions and get super hyped about it, sometimes they play normally but sometimes they make it an entire event. his frat makes a tournament out of it tbfh and winner usually gets some stupid made up prize like “mk-losers of the frat is your slave for a day” or “everytime you enter a room, if a MK-loser member of the frat is present, they must announce you to the room like ur a king” or “you gotta set up the winner with one of your hot exes”

anakin usually wins. and gets pissy when he doesnt. hes so competitive. especially if the people around him make it a big deal that he didnt win, hes all like “whatever its just a stupid game anyway. i changed my vehicle settings this time around”

☥ as an excuse to be close to you he asks you if he can crack your back for you bcos you complained about it hurting and when you stretched trying to get it to pop it wasnt as satisfying as you wanted it to be.

“i can crack your back for you.”

you fall for his trick. “would you? that would be so great thank you,” you fist your hands and cross your wrists over your chest, like usual, expecting him to get behind you and lift you and jostle you like people always did when they cracked your back. instead, he gets to your front with a smile.

“i know a better way.” you look at him quizzically as he takes your wrists and drapes your arms over his shoulders. he stoops, large frame wraps around you and your waist, fists at the base of your spine. you get nervous. “go limp.” you relax as best you can, your cheek against his neck surely heating up with a blush at how youre pulled flush against him.

he knows exactly what hes doing and his cheeky grin is hidden from you. “alright, inhale deep.” you do as he says. “and exhale.” you do. and slowly he lifts you from the ground easily by standing straight, and his fists slide up your spine, squeezing you to him. your heart is pounding, and your spine pops as he moves up. he gets to the top and sets you down, and holds you while the black dots in your vision subside. you realize he’s embracing you so tender and patient and you politely push off of him.

“um. thanks.”

“anytime.”

and he meant that. bcos he gets into the habit of asking you if you want your back cracked, and you get into the habit of saying yes bcos of how good it felt, how good he was at it, and how close the two of you got when he did it.

to the point that when you saw him, he’d pavloved you, and you lift your arms above your head reaching for him, waiting to rest them on his shoulders so he can pick you up and pop your spine. he obliges every time, excited to do it. he loves pressing you against him like that.

☥ hes an engineering major i just know it. very bright, but not the top of his class. he doesnt study really, things just make sense to him. and he also admits to you that he does a lot of things in his free time that requires engineering.

“like skateboard ramps?” you taunt.

“something like that.”

☥ his favorite movie is treasure planet and he wants to watch it every time you two end up hanging out. if you ask what movie he wants to watch, its treasure planet. if you look over at him randomly, you see him mouthing the words. it was his hyperfixation as a kid and heavily influenced him. especially bcos he doesnt have a dad, and hes got a father figure named obi wan in his life that had no business caring for him but did anyway. like that pirate in his favorite movie:)

if youre not sick of it, you dont even bother to ask him what he wants to watch. u just put it on. it usually is background noise anyway for whatever conversation arises bcos this boy cannot focus on one thing at once, and must multitask and get distracted

☥ hes the band “chase atlantic” coded unfortunately

☥ would wanna sleep with u in ur bed all the time even if ur not dating. he wants to take naps with you. he has insomnia, and he noticed that one time when you hung out, he fell asleep with you so easily. now he asks for sleepovers constantly. also bcos it means he can subtly cuddle you.

and when youre closer, and he can flirt with you, and youre comfortable with him. he probably cops a few feels so you smack his hand or move it away for him.

at one point you move his hand onto your chest, indicating you wanted him to grab and massage it for real this time. just like he always teases. and it turns into grinding his dick onto your ass and squeezing your chest til the flesh pops out in between his fingers. circling and pinching your hardening nipples. arm under your head, hand on your jaw to inclined your face in his direction so he can bite and nibble your ear, lick at it while he talks dirty shit in it.

“you’re so hot, can’t believe you’re letting me do this to you… you know half the guys at house would kill for this…

you wanna help me make ‘em really jealous?”

☥ the horny texts and pics this man would send once you two are officially talking or together.

“i think about fucking you all the time.”

“you gonna let me hit after class? cmon i deserve it.”

“baby you gotta show me that pussy. its been so long i forgot what it looks like. remind me.”

“coming over today. you want a ride? on my cock i mean.”

“some guys at the house were talking about you today. can i tell them about us?

gotta see their faces hearing what a slut you are. i promise i’ll spill every dirty detail. could even show em some of the pictures if you want… or the videos. i like the bareback one, doggy style? cant get over the way you sound in that one. wet pussy, pretty moans, twerking on my cock like a porn star. miss you sweet girl.”

☥ he honestly would pick out a hoodie for you to wear. he wants u to wear it. gets pouty when you dont “wheres my hoodie?”

“at my dorm.”

“why arent you wearing it?”

“ani—?”

“its cold outside.” he wants ppl to know youre wearing a guy’s hoodie— specifically his hoodie— for a reason

☥ he’d still call you stupid nicknames like “killer” and “champ”.

“hows it hangin today, killer? you look fucking good.”

“you’re late again champ, usually you get here before me. you avoiding me or something?”

☥ trying to get you to fuck him at his frat house or dorm or whatever bcos he wants the guys to hear you .. just so everybodys clear on whats going on between you two

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Under My Skin

Summary: Dean calls you for help on a case. But when things go sideways, true feelings surface.

Characters: Dean Winchester x Unnamed Female Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Gunshot Wound/Injury, Smut (Unprotected Sex), Aftercare

DEAN: ENEMIES TO LOVERS (@spndeanbingo)

FLUFF: BLACK TIE EVENT (@anyfandomfluffbingo)

ANGST: GUNSHOT WOUND (@anyfandomangstbingo)

KINK: AFTERCARE (@anyfandomkinkbingo)

WC: 3796

A/N: First time writing Second POV (You). Been sitting on this one a while, trying to get it right. Hope you enjoy! : )

Dean Freaking Winchester.

The man. The myth. The legend.

You couldn't stand him.

You had known the Winchesters for the better part of five years, having crossed paths time and again for various hunts. The truth was you liked hunting alongside the Winchesters. There was never a dull moment and working with the best made you feel like one of the best.

Sam was always a pleasure. You loved fighting beside the massive giant and you loved chilling with a beer after a job well done. Sam was easy to talk to and you had a lot in common. There were times you wished there was some sort of romantic spark between the two of you, but life doesn't always work out that way. You weren't ashamed to admit he was hot either, but again, it just wasn't like that with the two of you. You were grateful for the solid friendship nonetheless.

Dean, however, was another story entirely. Just the sound of his name had you rolling your eyes. Never has anyone ever made you as infuriated as that green-eyed menace. When it came to hunting, Dean was competitive and challenging, always goading you and pushing you to your limits. And off the hunt? Well, that was a whole other matter in itself. The way he'd flirt with anything in a skirt, taking girl after girl back to his motel room, rambling on and on about his skills in the bedroom.

He was the single most irritating person you'd ever met in your life.

So when his name popped up on your caller ID, you were tempted to just ignore it. But you knew Dean wouldn't call unless it was important.

"Winchester," you answered curtly, letting him know off the bat you weren't having any of his usual whatever.

"Hiya, Sweetheart," he crooned and you could hear that damn smirk in his tone. "Miss me?"

"With every shot so far," you sighed into the line, ignoring his annoying chuckle.

"Was hoping you could help me out on a case?"

"Sam's usually the one who calls."

"Yeah, well, Sam's tied up on a different case at the moment and I could use the backup." You couldn't fight the smirk on your face at his words. Dean knew you were a good hunter and you felt a bit of pride at the fact that he trusted you to be his backup. "So, whaddya say? It's a fancy affair."

You thought about it for a second. If Dean said it was fancy, that meant dressing up, and it had been quite a while since you'd had the chance to dress up for anything more than a drink at the bar. If nothing else, you'd get a little glitz and glamour in your evening while working at the same time.

"Send me the address and details," you decided as you packed up your things. You'd need to stop along the way and do a little shopping. "I'll meet you there."

Ending the call you took a deep breath, glancing around the motel room to make sure all your things were packed. Making your way to your car, you threw your bag in the backseat before climbing behind the wheel.

If you just threw yourself into the job, focused on the case at hand, you'd get through it and possibly have a little fun while you're at it. You just hoped Dean wasn't his usual Dean self, especially without Sam there as a buffer.

You thought you were clever. You knew the outfit you bought looked fantastic and you expected to knock Dean back a bit.

You did not expect how good that man wore a suit.

Or how the sight of him in a tuxedo knocked the breath from you and had you staggering on your feet for a second.

When you walked out of the bathroom, dressed for the evening, Dean's eyes bulged out of his head. He knew when he called you that he would see you dressed up - something he'd never witnessed before - but even his wildest imaginings couldn't have produced the stunning image that stood before him.

You had always just been a friend, a fellow hunter, one of the team. Dean and Sam trusted you and knew you were skilled, having been in the life for many years.

The two of you seemed to hit it off right away, or so he thought. At the end of the first case, when celebratory drinks were being had, Dean thought for sure he knew where the night was leading. But then you cooled off at some point during the night, all but ignoring him until you dismissed yourself back to the motel.

Dean had wondered what he'd done wrong. He'd thought over everything again and again and couldn't think of any reason other than you just didn't really want him that way. So he found himself a distraction from it all that night.

From then on, any time you saw each other, you were angry and argumentative. But you were still able to get the job done, better than damn near anyone, and looked incredible while doing so. His feelings from that first night never left or faded. If anything they grew over the years he had known you. But he kept it well hidden, not wanting to embarrass himself when you clearly weren't interested.

The past few times they'd run into you though had Dean feeling differently. He wasn't sure if it was the changes in his life or getting older or something else. But he began to feel like maybe he should say something about feeling like they could be more than just friends.

It was a fleeting thought initially, but it kept popping into his mind, taunting and teasing him with relentless 'what ifs'. So when a case came up and involved some undercover work, he jumped at the chance to see you and work with you again, hoping maybe with just the two of you, he could see if you were feeling that change too.

Though, seeing you eyeing him up much the same as he had to you brought him back to his senses, a knowing smirk on his face. He couldn't help the amused chuckle that passed his lips. You rolled your eyes and sat on the end of the bed, putting on your strapped heels.

"You look absolutely stunning in that dress."

He bit his lip as you stood, slowly sauntering over to him. His eyes trailed over your body, growing darker with every step you took. As you stood before him, tilting your head a little to meet his eyes, he bit his lip.

"You don't look so bad yourself, Winchester."

The tension hung between you for a moment before you shook yourself free. With a small smirk, you walked around him, retrieving your clutch from the table.

"Is that a piece of ice chipping off, Sweetheart?"

You didn't have to see his face to know he stood behind you with that damn infuriating smirk of his. As you turned around, clutch in hand, Dean was standing much closer than you expected.

"You ready for the best night of your life?" Dean teased.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, "I bet you say that to all the girls." As you made your way to the door, you missed the slip in his smile and the flash of hurt in his eyes.

As his hand landed on your lower back, guiding you out of the motel room and to the Impala, you couldn't help the smile on your face. He had never been this sweet and attentive in all the time you'd known him. It almost felt like an actual date, the thought making your stomach do summersaults.

Then your mind reminded you that he really did do these things for all the women, all the time. It was just another case, just pretend.

From the moment you arrived at the extremely lavish mansion for the Gala, Dean's hands never left you. Whether on your lower back, or holding your hand, or hooked through your arm, he was always touching you, always right there.

It was comforting and maddening in equal measure.

He was so charming, so insistent on having a good time while they hunted. It was infectious and you found yourself sipping champagne and giggling with the older Winchester as yours eyes scanned the crowd.

You were looking for a Shifter. He would find and kill rich people, hiding the bodies long enough to take on their form and rob them of their riches. Dean had spotted him first, dressed in a tuxedo and the face of his last victim, chatting and charming an elderly widow whom they believed to be his next victim. She was one of the more wealthy patrons present.

You were caught of guard by Dean's sudden extended hand and half-smirk, "Dance with me?"

You glanced a this hand, then back to his eyes, "What? Why?"

He huffed a laugh, shaking his head before grabbing you hand and gently tugging you onto the dance floor.

"Surveillance," he shrugged as he placed your hands on his shoulders before gently holding you waist. "We can keep a closer eye on them and maybe listen in."

You couldn't argue his rationale, but the fact that he was clearly more interested in looking at you then them made you suspicious.

It took you a moment to recognize the song that was playing, I've Got You Under My Skin. You smiled at just how applicable it seemed to you. You definitely had Dean under your skin. You smiled to yourself at the thought.

"See?" Dean smiled down at you. "Not so bad, huh?"

"Didn't know you could dance."

"S'just rockin' side to side," he shrugged, making you giggle and shake your head.

He held your gaze as you swayed to the music. Your heart felt like it was swelling into your throat. His eyes, so intense and beautiful, felt like they were burning into you. You glanced at his mouth as his tongue peeked out to wet his lower lip before biting it. The action made your eyes flash back to his.

Were you about to kiss Dean Winchester?

When he broke eye contact you frowned. Had you misread the situation?

"They're gone," Dean announced, his eyes frantically searching the room. You frowned, scanning the room for yourself and finding the couple nowhere. "Damnit," Dean seethed.

Taking you by the hand, he led you both through the crowd in search of the Shifter. You were angry at yourself for getting distracted, for letting yourself entain thoughts of Dean instead of focusing on the case. You knew better, and you knew thinking of being with him in any sort of way was nothing more than a fantasy.

You were supposed to hate each other.

Making your way out of the back of the mansion, you and Dean looked around the dark night, trying to find any sign of them.

"Dean, there!" You said, pointing straight ahead, two figures barely visible in the distance. "They're headed towards the gardens."

You and Dean took off, readying your guns as you caught up to the sound of their voices. Rounding a corner, hidden behind the shrubbery of the gardens, the Shifter stood with the woman.

"Let her go," Dean demanded, his gun trained on the Shifter. You followed suit, standing a few feet beside Dean, your own gun aimed.

"Hunters," the Shifter growled, his grip on the moan tightening as he held her by the arm beside him.

Dean fired off a shot, hitting the man in the arm and forcing him to release the woman. You rushed towards her while the Shifter was distracted.

"Go," you urged, ushering her towards the path out of the gardens. It didn't take much urging and she was running off as quick as she could back towards the house.

AS you turned around, Dean fired again, the Shifter barely dodging it. Cursing to yourself, you took aim, but the Shifter produced a gun, already aimed at you.

Looking at Dean he growled, knowing there was no way out of this for him. "You cost me my woman, I'll cost you yours."

Without looking away from Dean, the shifter fired and you froze. It was as if time slowed down. You knew the bullet would hit you and you didn't have enough time to react. You saw a blur fly in front of you as another gunshot went off, making you jump and come back to your senses.

It was as if everything sped up once more.

The Shifter lay on the ground, a sizzling bullet hole in his head. You looked down at yourself, your hands frantically wandering your body, searching for the bullet wound. But you couldn't find or feel any wound.

A groan at your feet drew your attention and you saw Dean struggling to sit up as he cradled his arm, a bullet wound in his shoulder steadily bleeding.

"You're bleeding," you whispered, still in shock as you helped Dean to his feet.

"No kidding," Dean grumbled. "What the Hell happened?"

"I-I don't know," you admitted, not understanding it yourself. "I just…froze."

Dean huffed, still cradling his arm as he stomped his way out of the garden, "We need to leave before someone shows up and starts asking questions."

You stood there for a moment, looking over the dead shifter and the small pool of blood from Dean. The Shifter got the jump on you and you should have died, should have been hit by that bullet. But Dean jumped in front of you and took it instead, while he killed the Shifter.

You quickly caught up with Dean, the two of you making your way to the Impala and far away from the scene.

Dean was silently fuming the whole ride back to the motel. You knew he was pissed that you fucked up. He was pissed at being shot. Dean came out of nowhere, diving in front of you like some action hero, taking the bullet in his shoulder as he fired a shot, killing the intended target. You just stood there, frozen in shock knowing that bullet was meant for you and you couldn't do anything about it.

You should have been thankful, and you were. But the overwhelming guilt you felt over fucking up and, more importantly, almost possibly losing Dean had twisted your insides so much.

Dean grunted as you forced him down into the chair in the small motel room with a huff. Digging the first aid kit out of your duffel you came back to the small kitchenette table.

"You shouldn't have done that," you said through gritted teeth, helping Dean remove his ruined jacket and shirt.

He hissed as the material came away from the bleeding wound and you sucked in a breath at the sight of his bare torso. Did he have to be so damn distracting?

"Are you serious?" Dean glared at you as you refused to meet his eyes, instead focusing on patching him up. "I saved your ass back there!"

"You didn't have to take the bullet like that, Dean!" You huffed in anger, Dean growling as you were a little too rough, your emotions getting the better of you.

You knew he was right. Truth was, you were scared. Scared that you almost died. Scared that you could have lost Dean without ever having figured out what this weird thing between you was.

"I'm just supposed to let you die?" he growled, grabbing your wrist when you finished and forcing you to look at him.

Tears began to gather in your eyes and you weren't sure how much longer you could hold them back.

"You could've died too," you responded in a weak whisper, your heart feeling like it might burst as you realized just how much he meant to you. "I could've lost you."

The tears did fall then, a hiccupped sob catching in your throat. Dean's expression changed from anger to surprise. The air between you seemed charged, crackling with the intensity of whatever this thing between you two had always been.

Tugging at your wrist, he pulled you into his lap, his arms wrapping around you and keeping you straddling his thighs. You buried your face in his shoulder as you let the tears fall. Dean cradled you in his arms, holding you close and soothing you as you let it all out.

Once you were calm enough you pulled back to look at him through teary eyes.

"I'm okay," Dean insisted, his voice tender. "I'm right here, I'm okay."

You nodded, feeling like you might start crying again. Instead, you cupped his face, pressing your lips to his in a passionate kiss, hoping he could feel this crazy flurry of confusing emotions coursing through you. As he eagerly kissed you back, you knew he felt something too.

His hands were frenzied as you allowed yourself to drown in his kisses, the taste of his tongue. In no time at all, he had you stripped of your dress and bra, leaving you in your lacy panties and heels as you ground down against him.

Dean hissed, lifting you enough to hurriedly shove his slacks and boxers down to his knees, gathering you back tightly into his arms. You moaned as your lace-covered folds met his hot and hard length. Pressed between you, the tip grazed your belly. It both scared and thrilled you to take him.

Holding his gaze, you lifted your hips and pulled your panties aside. Catching the tip on your entrance, you slowly lowered yourself on his cock. Dean's hands squeezed your hips, his eyes watching as your pussy slowly swallowed up his length.

By the time your ass was flush with his thighs, you were trembling. Dean was huge, his girth stretching you more than you'd ever felt before. He was so long and hard, the head of his cock pressed firmly against your cervix.

You shifted your hips experimentally, the mix of pain and pleasure making you gasp. Dean smirked, his hands helping to lift you on and off his cock at a slow pace. Before long you were riding his cock in earnest, your face buried in his neck, arms wrapped around his shoulders.

Dean met your every thrust, relishing in the desperate sounds of your moans and gasps, letting you use him how you needed. You felt amazing wrapped around him. You lifted your feet to rest on the side supports of the chair, your heels hooking onto the rails. Using the leverage, you rode Dean harder, your head was thrown back as you lost yourself to the bliss.

Dean leaned forward, your bouncing breasts too much for him to ignore. He wrapped his mouth around one, his hand teasing and pulling at the other, driving you closer and closer to your climax.

Without warning, you came hard, screaming out Dean's name as he rode you through your high. As you were coming down, Dean growled, his grip on you tight as he kicked off his pants and carried you over to the bed.

He laid you down, removing your panties but leaving your heels on as he climbed between your legs. Kissing you deeply he slid his cock back inside you, pressing as deep as he could go.

You moaned and Dean set a harsh pace, his face buried in your neck as he fucked you deep. You wrapped your legs around him, your heels digging into his lower back. He hissed, one hand finding the headboard for leverage, the other holding your hip as he gave all he had, grunting and growling with each thrust. You weren't sure if you were gonna cum or break or both.

Once again, he had you cumming harder than you'd ever felt before, stars swimming behind your eyes. Dean's moans and whines in your ear as he came, the twitching of his cock, the heat of his seed, were delicious and added to your euphoria.

Once calmed, Dean removed himself, plopping down onto the bed beside you with a heavy groan. As your mind cleared, the reality of what had just happened settled into your conscious. You had just had sex, with Dean Winchester. A man you were supposed to hate, who hated you. Right?

Turning your head you looked at Dean, his arm slung over his eyes as he caught his breath, a small smile on his parted lips. You sat up a little to admire him more when your eyes caught sight of the wound on his shoulder bleeding once again.

"Dean, you tore your stitches!" you announced in a panic as you climbed from the bed, throwing on your panties and a discarded flannel, hastily doing up the buttons as you retrieved the first aid kit. Turning back to the bed you saw Dean sitting up against the headboard, having put his boxers back on.

You sat on the bed beside him, cleaning and redressing his wound.

"Worth it," Dean mumbled tiredly with a smile. You couldn't help smiling back at him, shaking your head as you finished treating the wound.

"You need to take it easy or it won't heal," you chastised as you put away the supplies. "Here," you said, coming back with a bottle of water and some painkillers. "Take these, it'll help."

Dean complied, taking the pills and downing half the bottle of water, setting it on the nightstand. He snuggled back down into the bed, closing his eyes and ready for sleep.

You eyed him for a moment, debating if you should take the other bed. After all, it was just a quick, post-hunt, 'I almost lost you' romp, right? And you didn't want to hurt his wound by sharing a bed. With a huff you made your way to the other bed, starting to pull back the covers.

"What're you doin'?" Dean asked, sitting up on one elbow and looking at you like you'd grown a second head.

"I just thought-"

"Lay with me?" he asked and at that moment he looked so sweet and vulnerable.

Your heart clenched a little and you nodded, climbing into bed beside him, careful not to hurt him. Dean was quick to maneuver the two of you so he could hold you, your cheek pressed against his chest, his arms wrapped around you. You felt him place a kiss on your forehead and moments later he was asleep.

Your mind and heart were a confusing minefield of emotions, but in the safety and warmth of his embrace, you couldn't bring yourself to care. Deciding that was tomorrow's problem, you let yourself fall asleep.

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my favorite mcc moments i have watched live, from season 2

so, in honour of season 2 of mcc finally coming to an end, i really wanted to make a post highlighting some of my favorite moments i've seen live since i started watching in mcc 17. i love this silly block game tournament, i love tuning into it every month and cheering on my favorite players and teams, i love watching my favorite games, and i'm grateful for all the terrific players who put on such great performances and of course noxcrew for creating this whole event and scott for organizing it. so, without waffling about too much, here's some moments i watched live in mcc season 2 that made me absolutely lose my mind:

(note: split into two parts because otherwise it would be very long)

my first live mcc + first winner's pov: mcc 17 orange ocelots (false, grian, sb, pete)

orange17 was my first full live pov and my proper gateway into mcc and i'll never forget just how incredibly lucky i am for that - it's like if someone's first live mcc was pink22 and seeing the captain win. from start to finish it was just an epic, cinematic experience with all of them hitting homeruns on every single game while being extremely supportive of each other and having a really good time themselves. and this couldn't be better highlighted by how, with bated breath, they encouraged grian during his final 1v3 during dodgebolt. really such a fantastic team with an incredible ending that i think will go down as one of the most memorable teams of season 2. it's also through watching this team that i found out about pete, and he's since become my most watched streamer so i'm always gonna appreciate that. if i had to highlight further specific moments from them, i'd say grian's sky battle and their whole entire buildmart are pretty damn iconic

my second live winner's pov: mcc 26 violet vampires (fruit, oli, shelby, phil)

i haven't watched fruit live in mcc very much, but i decided to this time because i just really loved this team from the start and thought it was super fun. this was a really, really fun team with excellent vibes, that was really funny, and that also played competitively and put up an excellent performance. they just worked so well together - there were so many funny convos they had in the lobbies in between games. and that's not to mention that they, particularly oli, came prepared for the event, with all the optimal strats down. when it came down to it in dodgebolt, they popped all the way off: oli had the most insane anime moment in the final round when he stared down hbomb as he shot, then immediately took him out in one shot. fruit did so well with his shooting and dodging (after doing some dodgebolt practice beforehand with zeuz), and finally WON. after five losses over a course of two years! shelby also finally won again after 2.5 years! it was such a long awaited, well deserved win and i'm so happy i was there to witness it. my favorite moments from them would definitely be their meltdown and sky battle. (linking a fan-uploaded vod here because there isn't one uploaded by any of the creators)

mcc 24 cyan coyotes winning sot (pearl, jojo, hannah, aimsey)

oh cyan24. anyone that has ever been on this blog knows just how much i fucking adore this team. from the excitement of seeing it be announced, with hannah's mcc debut and pearl and jojo getting a round 2 after mcc 23, to all the vod reviewing and practice streams they did, where hannah painstakingly went over every single game and made google docs for ideal strats and where they also just chilled and chatted as they played (jojo and pearl talking about their cats will always be a fav moment), to event day when all their practice and hard work paid OFF. i could make a whole other post about them alone, but suffice it to say that them winning sands of time was such an electrifying moment because it's known to be the most intense and complex mcc game, both revered and feared by the playerbase. and for a team with a newcomer to win it was just so insanely exhilarating, especially since hannah was unsurprisingly the most nervous about it. cyan24's sot run has since become compulsory watching for anyone wishing to vod review to learn more about sands of time, simply because of how clean, efficient and what a masterclass in comms it is. in particular, aimsey's sandkeeping performance here was so strong, it got them labeled as one of the best sandkeepers in the event just off its sheer strength. xe had extremely clear, concise callouts, and on top of that the whole team went in knowing exactly what they were doing, so there was absolutely no time wasted and their run was very optimised. and their reaction upon seeing they came 1st will never not make me smile because they're all just so overjoyed and on cloud 9. highly, highly recommend going back to watch this if you haven't yet - it might not particularly flashy or spectacular, but it's just so well played, with a fantastic comeback story behind it (they were 7th overall before this game and 4th after, and were widely predicted to come 10th place by the reddit. because reddit.) it's also through this team that i got introduced to hannah and aimsey, who are both such incredibly lovely people and fun to watch not just in mcc but in general.

the entire second half of pete's mcc 25

this might just be the most insane individual performance i've ever seen, simply because of how wildly it swings to each extreme of the spectrum. i made another post highlighting this after mcc 25, but the first half of this mcc didn't go too well for pete or his team lime (with captain, antvenom and jimmy). they were in 10th place overall, with pete being 40th individual after survival games. and then, the second half, which consisted entirely of individual based movement games, came in. if you've ever watched or even just heard about pete in mcc, you'd know that he's known for being incredibly strong in all of the movement games, and i don't think there could be a better display of that than his four game run here which lifted him from 40th at the beginning to 8th at the end. just watching him get 1st in ace race was an insane moment, and from there he came 2nd in hole in the wall, 1st in tgttos and 3rd in parkour tag. what made this all the more fun was how casual he was throughout all of this - it's not like he knew he was dead last individually, and was tryharding as a result of that. he was just chilling and playing the games like he normally would anyways. in between games in the lobby he remarked "i think i might be good at the movement games, and bad at the pvp ones. i don't know, might need a few more events to test this out." i definitely recommend watching his ace race if nothing else - his commentary is super funny and his reaction at the end when he wins is just great.

mcc pride 22 yellow yaks buildmart (grian, scott, gem, shelby)

oh buildmart, buildmart, buildmart. i don't think even one post would be enough for me to fully cover and talk about my thoughts on the very tumultuous history this game has had throughout season 2, especially this year. which is why i feel that yellow pride 22, and the mind blowing dominance they showed in this game, is all the more important. it's four people who are extremely strong at buildmart, have incredible comms and coordination skills, and also happen to be damn good at building. they're all just on the same page the whole game, with grian as the manager helping steer them throughout. i'd like to note that shelby is normally known for being strong at buildmart particularly as a builder, but here, she acts as the floater responsible for gathering all the blocks and listening to grian's commands. a team would have to be extremely strong in buildmart to have shelby be their floater, and this one obviously was. if you include non canon events, this team actually holds the record for the highest scoring buildmart performance of the season, which was at one point also held by grian's team orange 17. in an era of mcc where buildmart has only gotten increasingly maligned and controversial, this performance just serves as a great reminder of all the merits of buildmart and of how the game is intended to be played at its finest.

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Hi hi! I hope you’re having an amazing week!

I was wondering if I could get a romantic matchup with anyone from JJBA? No gender preference.

My name is Nova and my favourite colour is red and I’m an intp.

My favourite music is indie pop/rock and classical when I need to focus.

I’m pretty quiet, especially when i first meet people but once I’ve known you for a while I’m a little more energetic. Still I prefer people I can be quiet with.

I’m a competitive dancer which I’m pretty busy with but I will always find time to hangout. My love language is physical touch and quality time, but I also need space every so often.

I love writing, reading, baking, and cleaning. I’m a bit of a germaphobe so I appreciate someone who can keep tidy.

I’m not a huge fan of big crowds unless it’s at an event like a concert/gathering, and even then I get overwhelmed sometimes.

I dress pretty basic, usually just a sweatshirt and sweats with some accessories. I still love dressing up though and I’m not very insecure about me body so I enjoy wearing tighter stuff sometimes.

I think that’s everything, thank you for maybe doing it!

hi @firefly-bites!!! I am so glad that you put in a request!!! (also, can I just say you are a super talented writer as well????!?!! like dang!!) My week is going great!! It's so nice to be on break!! I hope you're week is going well too!!! I have a perfect character for you, so without further ado...

the character I chose for you is...

BRUNO BUCCIARATI!!!

he digs classical music, so expect it to be softly playing in your house

he is definitely a man you can be quiet with

like you can just sit and read or just have a good cleaning session together while there's just silence and a bit of music in the background

he completely respects that you're busy because he is one busy man himself, but when you have time to hang out, you better bet his schedule is being remade just for you <3

he loves to watch you dance and please dance with him because I think he would be a KILLER dancer

will go to all of your competitions taking video and loudly cheering with the rest of his gang

bruno will always be there for cuddles and just hanging out, but when you need space and you communicate it well, he will absolutely give you what you need

HE IS SO TIDY

like this man has to deal with his stupid children in the gang, so he is always cleaning up after them. because of that, his house is SPOTLESS and he just loves cleaning, so always expect that :)

he is super respectful of the big crowd thing and tbh he isnt a huge fan of crowds either. the biggest he'll take you around is the gang, but if you get overwhelmed by them, it'll just be you and him

he does love when you hang out with the gang though, it's special to him <3

bruno would love to dress you up frrrr like make you look hecca nice because he absolutely loves how confident you are and wants you to show it off!

but fr he would also love to just be in cozy clothes with you

he just overall cares about you and wants the best for you being a very kind, loving, ans supportive boyfriend

~~~~~

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Grand Slam - The Blood-Vomiting Beast: Chapter 6

Location: Yumeosaki Grounds (Sports Festival) Characters: Makoto, Hiiro, Aira & Tatsumi

Hiiro: Indeed. I’m grateful for the prepared lunch, but I also feel bad that you and the other upperclassmen went through the trouble to make it for us.

Tatsumi: No no, it’s all right. The “Old-Fashioned Sports Festival” is a competition between ES’ four big agencies. It’s every agency’s national policy for everyone to support their fellow members in person or in the background.

Aira: National policy? The agency isn’t a country.

Tatsumi: I couldn’t come up with a better word to describe it. It sounds a bit odd to call it a cause.

Aira: The alumni and students from the other schools are all here to cheer for the “Old-Fashioned Sports Festival”, huh.

It really feels like they’ve got all hands on deck… Geez, if we were to lose in front of all those people, it’ll be my responsibility, right?

Tatsumi: Winning means it’s everyone’s victory and losing means it’s everyone’s loss, Aira-san. …Hm?

Makoto: Umm~ Do you have a minute, Leader?

Aira: Huh? Ah, you mean me?

Makoto: Who else is there?

Sorry to intrude, but there’s something I want to talk to you about.

Aira: T-Talk to me about? What is it? I-I sure hope it’s something I have the answers for!

Makoto: You don’t have to be so scared~ But I guess it’s actually hard not to be, huh. It looks like a lot of the new students are scared of us.

They all see us as “Trickstar”, the top idol who dominated “SS”! ♪

A little while ago, we were just people at the bottom of the pyramid who didn’t have a thing to our name, though.

Aira: That’s true. From a fan’s point of view, “Trickstar” feels like a group that popped out of nowhere.

Makoto: Yeah. That’s why we don’t have any fans who have been supporting us from the very beginning. I think our fans have probably been increasing because of “SS” and stuff.

Instead of it being a temporary increase, we’ve gotta have it continue in the future too.

Oh, but enough about me.

Tatsumi: Fufu. You’re Makoto Yuuki from “Trickstar”, correct? Here, please help yourself to a lunch box.

Makoto: Whaa, thank you so much. Wow, it looks really fancy.

Tatsumi: Eichi-san paid for it, after all. It’s made with healthy and delicious ingredients.

Makoto: You get a lot of benefits when you’ve got someone rich close by, huh… Ehehe, I’ll dig in, then ♪

*Munch munch ♪*

Aira: (M-Makoto Yuuki-senpai from “Trickstar” is unexpectedly easy to get along with.)

(Surprisingly enough, I can’t feel any sorta aura from him. It feels like he’s just one of us normal people once he’s off-stage.)

(N-No, I can’t fall for his tricks. There’s no way he’s the same person as me. They’re all amazing idols, after all.)

Makoto: ……? Umm, about the thing I wanted to talk to you about.

Aira: Oh, yes. What is it? Did we do something bad…?

Makoto: It’s the opposite. I’m wondering if we’ve been too bold for the past few events.

Actually, we just got scolded by the “RYUUSEITAI” kids.

They said, “The leader of ‘Team Starpro’ is Shiratori-kun, but you guys are just ignoring his orders and doing whatever you want!”

Aira: Huh? No, it’s fine. You guys can do that!

If anything, it feels wrong of me to order people older than me around!

I can’t make the quickest decisions and they’re probably not very good, so it’ll only put me in a bind if you wait for me to come up with the decisions.

Makoto: Ahaha. Yeah. We’ve always been telling off Akehoshi-kun and Hidaka-kun since they tend to go rampant on their own.

But I would be at a complete loss if someone told me to be the leader of “Trickstar”. Normally, you can only make complaints because you’re in a comfortable position.

Aira: Y-You understand what I mean? I’m glad. That’s why, um, I’m happy the people from “RYUUSEITAI” got angry for me but, to be honest, they didn’t really need to.

I-I’m happy with the way things are, with my current position that’s somewhat comfortable.

I have no desire to take command as the leader. Stuff like that, I’d much rather prefer a, uh, capable person to take over.

Makoto: I see. Okay, I understand.

Aira: Phew… T-Then, I’m glad.

Makoto: But, you know. At a glance, it looks like everything’s going well for “Team StarPro”, but in my eyes, it’s just a bad gathering of people.

It’s mostly our fault, though. You could probably say “Trickstar” and “fine” are arch-enemies and we know “fine” doesn’t get along with the current students from “RYUUSEITAI” because of last year’s “Tanabata Fest”.

Things might be fine now, but there’s a big possibility we might all end up fighting with each other and split up into different pieces sooner or later.

That’s why, I’m really sorry but, right now, I hope you can use your position as leader for a little bit longer, Shiratori-kun.

No matter how much we fight, it’ll only take a word from you – our leader – for everyone to be understanding.

Everyone will follow what you say and we’ll be one team. It’s not like I’m asking you to show off your charisma or your leadership skills, though.

I’d just like it if you created an atmosphere which shouts, “Everyone must ultimately follow the leader’s orders.”

In the end, that’s what we need to win. It’s also so that we can have fond memories of the Sports Festival that only comes a few times in our lives and not let it be an event full of regret.

Aira: H-Huh? U-Umm? That’s too sudden and too much for me!

Makoto: Yeah. I know it’s hard. That’s why I’ve come up with a plan.

Aira: A plan…?

Makoto: Yeah. It’s a pretty cowardly tactic, but I’m thinking of putting on a performance that will make everyone come together as a team for you.

Aira: …………?

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☆ –– (meghann fahy, she/her, cis woman) who is caroline davis anyways? ew. you don’t know about her, we’ll bet you want to. they’re feeling 30 and broadway karaoke feels like a perfect night to them. rumor has it they’re impulsive and melodramatic because they care, but they’re also extroverted and generous in the best way. she work to make a little money as a(n) singing waitress/struggling broadway actress. they’ve rented on a place on cornelia street in the form of an apartment. back to december & you’re on your own kid is the song they could dance to the beat of forevermore. (tw: depression for some of the bio!)

Basics:

Name: Caroline Rose Davis

Nickname(s): Care, Cara

Birthday: August 18th 1993

Age: 30

Sexuality: pansexual

Occupation: waitress at Ellen's Stardust Diner & (about to be) current swing at Back to the Future

Positives: creative, generous, resilient, extroverted, idealistic, passionate

Negatives: impatient, melodramatic, impulsive, obsessive

MBTI: ESFJ (consul)

Biography:

As soon as she could talk, Caroline was performing. She would sing, dance, do skits; anything it took to gather an audience.

Being the youngest and only girl of three, her parents had high hopes for her. They wanted her to go on and do something safe: be a teacher, in business, law, or event a doctor. To their disappointment, Caroline always had her heart set on one thing: Broadway.

When she was old enough, she planned to go straight to New York, but she made a deal with her parents first. She'd give college a chance, go for a year and see how she felt. If she still hoped to follow her dream to the city, they'd give their blessing.

The last thing she expected at this school was to fall in love.

When she felt met Theo Clark, she found him to be condescending. She'd been happily singing away and he had had no problem complaining that some people were trying to study. You know, for their serious majors like biology and not gen ed with a hint towards musical theatre.

Caroline hadn't expected to fall in love with him, but she did. Causing her to stick around college a bit longer than she'd planned.

Though as soon as she realized she was giving up her dreams for love, she told Theo and booked a one-way ticket. Surely he'd understand, right?

Unfortunately, the big apple wasn't all she hoped it would be. Sure, she loved getting to audition and be around like-minded people, but the yes's were few and far between. Causing her to rely heavily on her job as a waitress at Ellen's Stardust Diner.

After about a year in NY, auditioning her ass off, she started to slip into a pretty deep depression. She questioned her skills, herself, her dreams. Basically everything.

While she tried staying long distance with Theo, she soon became too wrapped up in her feelings of hopelessness and let him go. Does she think about it often and wonder how he is? Absolutely. Will she take the jump and contact him first? Eh, she's building up to it.

It took a lot more auditioning, and a shit ton of therapy, to get her back out into the world. Finally, two months before she turned 30, she booked more than just reading and background gigs and became an ensemble swing for Back to the Future. It gave her the much needed hope to go on and keep pushing!

Seven months of Back to the Future opened more audition doors for her and she most recently secured the role of one of the six merry murderesses of Cook County Jail in Chicago. Catch Caroline as 'Liz' (AKA 'Pop') every night.

Caroline has a slight problem with being serious. She'll go out and party, act like she's going with the flow, but be secretly struggling on the inside.

Very much definition of drunk girl in the club bathroom. A biiig girl's girl (which includes all. women.)

Possible/Wanted Connections:

Co-Workers at the diner!

Friends/Best Friends

Roommate(s)

Broadway Co-Stars/Crew

Flirtationships

One Night Stands

Competition/Frenemies

Everything???

Basically just let me and Caroline love you and your people!!!

hi! i'm alyssa! your friendly neighborhood mom friend! feel free to message me for anything your heart desires.

[dsdatingdramas]

I know I shouldn’t have…

This is a really weird one to put to paper given I actively avoided telling humans due to the social ramifications.

Old mate and I, like every other man on here, met on date apps. Tinder if I recall correctly. After arranging a time to meet for a date, (yet another un-dharia, high risk, invitation to come stay with me) we exchanged snapchats, great- very handsome man. And then instagrams, fuck! Like the never ending list of mutual friends, my anxiety spiralled. After a quick message to confirm the weirdness I was meet with a cool calm collect ‘don’t worry we are all adults’.

He arrives and even his car screams ‘you’re cutting the social fabric!’ In I hop, off to bowling we go. After some deep breathing to distract from the fact I hoped in a random man’s car, the conversation flowed quickly and easily, if in doubt we turned to gossip about mutual friends. This put me at ease. We arrive to bowling, and after a little back and forth about how I can get the arcade games, he graciously pays for the event and spells my name correctly on the little sheet. The checklist in my head marks two ticks, handsome and a gentleman.

Bowling brought out a very competitive nature in both he and I, the game consisted mostly of sly looks and “nice bowl”. After winning the first and losing the second we simply agreed that we’d have to come back another time to really see who the best bowler was (obviously me, you’re a big strong man it shouldn’t be that hard to knock the pins down).

We popped back in at home to find a nosey friend returning the jet ski he took out earlier that day and promptly headed to get dinner. At this point I was both comfortable in his presence and in his car. We decided on a place grab takeaways before heading to sit at the lake, as always my meal was all kinds of wrong although old mate was happy about my distain for prawns when they landed on his plate. After pretending to not fear the ducks looming ever closer, we went for a wee walk & chatted some more.

Upon arrival home we made our way, beverage in hand, to the spa pool. We had a giggle about how terribly his sunscreen was applied the pervious day and finally broke the non contact with a cheeky cuddle. Whilst this was very PG and quite cute the rest of the evening was not.

Once things heated up to some kissing in the spa pool I had all the confidence I needed that the vibes were indeed immaculate. Was this going to be a long term engagement no, was I going to enjoy every moment of joy this man brought, absolutely.

Whilst my choice of swimwear left little to the imagine I still consider inviting him into the shower a very bold and anxiety inducing decision. Luckily it paid off.

After what I later described to my friend as “the best first time with a new human sex I’ve ever had” we laid down, snuggled up and watch Totoro.

I was left with a kiss and a snuggle the following morning before he drove off to places I’d rather not be. Before deciding that I was going to keep this date to myself I called a friend who runs in different social circles to share the gossip. I’ve since realised that reducing the social weirdness around dating was part of why I chose to share my shenanigans on the internet. So here in all it’s glory, is a wonderful night in my early 20s that I shared with a man who alike all the other men on this blog, is not the love of my life.

Our back and forth snap chat lasted a few months before both of us gave up engaging in this long distance, very casual whatevership.

[candy-floss-crazy]

The large corporate clients we have, tend to have very little loyalty. If you can't do precisely what they want, they have no qualms about dropping you and using the next events company on their list. Over time this has given us the mindset of Yosser Hughes in boys from the black stuff. He was desperate for a job and any job that popped up he would proclaim "gizza job, I can do that." Anytime a major client asks if we can do something the answer is always "Of course, been doing that for years, piece of cake". Once we get off the phone it then becomes, "How the hell are we going to do this?" Espresso Coffee Cart My wife walked into the office one Monday morning, and picked up an email printed out on my desk. It was the contract for providing an espresso coffee cart to HSBC's headquarters for an event on the Wednesday, two days hence. She looked at me inquiringly and asked "Who is doing that job for us?" "No one, we are doing it ourselves" She raised an eyebrow and replied "We don't have an effing espresso coffee cart!" "Ha", says I, "Not a problem, Ian is out building the cart now, the coffee machine and equipment is being delivered in the morning, and I am on a Barista training course tomorrow evening" On the day the first customer was like, "A cappuccino, two lattes, an espresso and a Machiato please". WTF, help, I can't do this. When I had calmed down, I realised that every drink started with an espresso, you just added different amounts of steamed milk and foam. They wanted 5 drinks, you made 5 espressos, steamed a large jug of milk, then poured to suit. Easy peasy. In fact they were so impressed that they had us back on a number of occasions. The espresso cart is now a firm favourite amongst many of our staff. Sony And Nissan Walk Into A Bar A couple of years later I got a call from a long term client, an events company we worked with quite often. "Jason, do you do mobile bars, we have a massive job on offer from Sony and Nissan, they need a bar to celebrate the end of a worldwide competition they have been running.", basically players on the Sony GT racing game could compete to win a place on the actual Nissan racing driver development program. "Yep, we can do that, when is it?" Lol, "A week today", gulp. "Er yeh no problem". When I told my wife she said that this time I was on my own, she wasn't coming to that event as I was going to fall flat on my face in front of a major corporate client. I spent the day feverishly ordering equipment we would need. Luckily a mate of mine Dean, owned a local pub, and he wrote me a list of what I needed. We sourced a company that supplied portable bar sections and set off the next morning to collect them. I took my staff down to Dean's pub to treat them to a night out, on the condition that Dean let them pull their own pints. And we managed to hire a kid that had worked in a cocktail bar, so we had at least one member of staff who had some idea of what he was doing. Our New Bar On the day everything went off perfectly. Well almost, I had ran water through the Jagermeister dispenser to clean it, and hadn't gotten all of it out, with the result that it froze solid and wouldn't dispense. But apart from that it was a fabulous night. Especially when Sabine Schmitz on a segway managed to run Martin Brundle over lol, what a booze monster she was. By the nights end she was demanding we just pour whatever shots were left into a glass and she would drink that. After that one I think we can safely borrow the S.A.S. motto of "Who Dares Wins". Since then we have successfully acquired various bits of kit at short notice, crepe machines, Dutch Poffertjes and with a couple hours practice managed to provide a professional service, looking like we had done it all of our lives. Corporate clients want the impossible, we are happy to oblige. Read the full article

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By contacting directly with suppliers, we are dedicated to provide you with the latest fashion with fair price.We redefine trends, design excellence and bring exceptional quality to satisfy the needs of every aspiring fashionista.

WHAT IS OUR MISSION?

Teeartprint is established with a clear vision: to provide the very latest products with compelling designs, exceptional value and superb customer service for everyone.

We offer a select choice of millions of Unique Designs for T-shirts, Hoodies, Mugs, Posters and more to cover all your needs.

WHY SHOP WITH US?

Why do customers come to TeeJeep.com?

Well we think there are a few reasons:

BEST PRICING

Fashion field involves the best minds to carefully craft the design. The t-shirt industry is a very competitive field and involves many risks. The cost per t-shirt varies proportionally to the total quantity of t-shirts. We are manufacturing exceptional-quality t-shirts at a very competitive price.

PRINT QUALITY DIFFERENCE

We use only the best DTG printers available to produce the finest-quality images possible that won’t wash out of the shirts.

DELIVERY IS VERY FAST

Estimated shipping times:

United States : 1-5 business days

Canada : 3-7 business days

International : from 1-2 weeks depending on proximity to Detroit, MI.

CUSTOM AND PERSONALIZED ORDERS

Custom orders are always welcome. We can customize all of our designs to your needs! Please feel free to contact us if you have any questions.

PAYMENT DO WE ACCEPT?

We currently accept the following forms of payment:

Credit Or Debit Cards: We accept Visa, Mastercard, American Express, Discover, Diners Club, JCB, Union Pay and Apple Pay from customers worldwide.

PayPal: PayPal allows members to have a personal account linked to any bank account or credit card for easy payment at checkout.

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Billy Buffalo We Are All 3 Damar Hamlin Shirt

So, I’ve been working at this company for nearly a Billy Buffalo We Are All 3 Damar Hamlin Shirt from January. I needed a job as was being made redundant and this popped up so I took it, it’s a night shift but work is work. Now, after about three months, I was asked by my colleague if I could cover his shift as he had an evening event to go to which I said that’s fine I came to find out it was a company event where everyone is invited to it but me. I shrugged it off as I thought I’m new so I guess they had it booked for a while. Kinda still sucked having to cover someone’s shift though as they were having fun and I’m stuck in the office. Anyways, fast forward to about a month ago I was doing paperwork and I came across an email stating Christmas party, I brought it up with my colleague he said is there? To which I said yeah at this place he said oh yeah I know I’m going to that. I was struck as I had not been approached or invited to it, what makes it worse is as there has been a boom in work lately they have took on about 6 new people about 3 months ago and they have all been added to the guess list and they class each other now as “family” while I’m stuck covering the guys shift and I was told I need to have the on call phone over Christmas because he has a family?! Well so do I!!!

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Gearbloom is your one-stop online shop for printed t-shirts, hoodies, phone cases, stickers, posters, mugs, and more…High quality original T-shirts. Digital printing in the USA.

Worldwide shipping. No Minimums. 1000s of Unique Designs. Worldwide shipping. Fast Delivery. 100% Quality Guarantee. to cover all your needs.

By contacting directly with suppliers, we are dedicated to provide you with the latest fashion with fair price.We redefine trends, design excellence and bring exceptional quality to satisfy the needs of every aspiring fashionista.

WHAT IS OUR MISSION?

Gearbloom is established with a clear vision: to provide the very latest products with compelling designs, exceptional value and superb customer service for everyone.

We offer a select choice of millions of Unique Designs for T-shirts, Hoodies, Mugs, Posters and more to cover all your needs.

WHY SHOP WITH US?

Why do customers come to

Well we think there are a few reasons:

BEST PRICING

Fashion field involves the best minds to carefully craft the design. The t-shirt industry is a very competitive field and involves many risks. The cost per t-shirt varies proportionally to the total quantity of t-shirts. We are manufacturing exceptional-quality t-shirts at a very competitive price.

PRINT QUALITY DIFFERENCE

We use only the best DTG printers available to produce the finest-quality images possible that won’t wash out of the shirts.

DELIVERY IS VERY FAST

Estimated shipping times:

United States : 1-5 business days

Canada : 3-7 business days

International : from 1-2 weeks depending on proximity to Detroit, MI.

CUSTOM AND PERSONALIZED ORDERS

Custom orders are always welcome. We can customize all of our designs to your needs! Please feel free to contact us if you have any questions.

PAYMENT DO WE ACCEPT?

We currently accept the following forms of payment:

Credit Or Debit Cards: We accept Visa, Mastercard, American Express, Discover, Diners Club, JCB, Union Pay and Apple Pay from customers worldwide.

PayPal: PayPal allows members to have a personal account linked to any bank account or credit card for easy payment at checkout.

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So, I’ve been working at this company for nearly a I Ain’t Perfect But I Can Still Play Bass Guitar For An Old Man That’s Close Enough Shirt from January. I needed a job as was being made redundant and this popped up so I took it, it’s a night shift but work is work. Now, after about three months, I was asked by my colleague if I could cover his shift as he had an evening event to go to which I said that’s fine I came to find out it was a company event where everyone is invited to it but me. I shrugged it off as I thought I’m new so I guess they had it booked for a while. Kinda still sucked having to cover someone’s shift though as they were having fun and I’m stuck in the office. Anyways, fast forward to about a month ago I was doing paperwork and I came across an email stating Christmas party, I brought it up with my colleague he said is there? To which I said yeah at this place he said oh yeah I know I’m going to that. I was struck as I had not been approached or invited to it, what makes it worse is as there has been a boom in work lately they have took on about 6 new people about 3 months ago and they have all been added to the guess list and they class each other now as “family” while I’m stuck covering the guys shift and I was told I need to have the on call phone over Christmas because he has a family?! Well so do I!!!

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Homepage: limotees    jeeppremium  telotee

Gearbloom is your one-stop online shop for printed t-shirts, hoodies, phone cases, stickers, posters, mugs, and more…High quality original T-shirts. Digital printing in the USA.

Worldwide shipping. No Minimums. 1000s of Unique Designs. Worldwide shipping. Fast Delivery. 100% Quality Guarantee. to cover all your needs.

By contacting directly with suppliers, we are dedicated to provide you with the latest fashion with fair price.We redefine trends, design excellence and bring exceptional quality to satisfy the needs of every aspiring fashionista.

WHAT IS OUR MISSION?

Gearbloom is established with a clear vision: to provide the very latest products with compelling designs, exceptional value and superb customer service for everyone.

We offer a select choice of millions of Unique Designs for T-shirts, Hoodies, Mugs, Posters and more to cover all your needs.

WHY SHOP WITH US?

Why do customers come to

Well we think there are a few reasons:

BEST PRICING

Fashion field involves the best minds to carefully craft the design. The t-shirt industry is a very competitive field and involves many risks. The cost per t-shirt varies proportionally to the total quantity of t-shirts. We are manufacturing exceptional-quality t-shirts at a very competitive price.

PRINT QUALITY DIFFERENCE

We use only the best DTG printers available to produce the finest-quality images possible that won’t wash out of the shirts.

DELIVERY IS VERY FAST

Estimated shipping times:

United States : 1-5 business days

Canada : 3-7 business days

International : from 1-2 weeks depending on proximity to Detroit, MI.

CUSTOM AND PERSONALIZED ORDERS

Custom orders are always welcome. We can customize all of our designs to your needs! Please feel free to contact us if you have any questions.

PAYMENT DO WE ACCEPT?

We currently accept the following forms of payment:

Credit Or Debit Cards: We accept Visa, Mastercard, American Express, Discover, Diners Club, JCB, Union Pay and Apple Pay from customers worldwide.

PayPal: PayPal allows members to have a personal account linked to any bank account or credit card for easy payment at checkout.

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Imagine the white beard pirates doing a cheesy crew costume

During a failing brainstorming meeting

Ace: uck, who decided that the yonkos should have a crew costume competition every year, Big mom always wins any ways. They're an entire family of theater nerds, and logia users, of course they're going to win.

Marco: It's a tradition Roger started, and there was once an attempt to stop having them, but King's assistant single-handedly secured its continuation by asking if pulling out of the competition would be forfeiting, because all four four of the captains refuse to forfeit. And they did entirely to spite King, who hates the competition, because be has to participate. *Crumples a sketch into a ball and torches it in his fist*

Izou: He deserved it too, from what I hear, but thankfully the other crews aren't much competition though, Kaido always does and animal or monster theme. Shanks's crew can barely scrounge together costumes. And both of them are usually only there for the food and booze.

Thatch: And pops is always so challenging to clothe, since we don't have a place to store lots of fabric. Plus he's too frugal to let us go all out on a costume for him.

You: I have an idea, and I know pops already has a bunch of the clothes we can use for his costume. All we'd need is a pops-sized plastic apron, plastic gloves, and a paper hat. And we could use the project I've been working on.

Izou: *looks over at you slowly, and without blinking, to emphasize his judgement* and what would we be going as?

You: so I think it's time I show you my project.

At the storage room you've converted into a crafts area

You: Behold... bread

Marco: *starts laughing* because's he's looking at two giant plushies that look like slices of bread*

You: yes, there's even a pad of butter pillow *whips it out and chucks it onto the bread* I stuffed it with your feathers.

Thatch: ooh, is this what you were doing with that fabric?

Izou: here I was thinking you were making clothing with that hideously colored fabric. That's a relief, but I still don't get it.

You: imagine pops in a polo shirt, khaki pants, wearing a plastic apron, a paper hat, and plastic gloves holding bread.

Izou: right...and why is pops dressing like a deli worker making a sandwich? What would we even use to go in the sandwich.

You: .... *grins evilly at him*

The day of the costume event

Whitebeard: *excitedly bouncing in his chair and is already wearing his costume* we'll arrive shortly, is everyone ready.

You: *dressed as a slice of tomato* no, they're still trying to wrestle Izou into his jam jar costume...oh there he is

Izou: *waddling around the costume* Look at me, I look ridiculous*

Thatch: *dressed as a bottle of Cesar salad dressing with fake little knives glued in it, like it's being stabbed* No you don't, you look adorable. *boops his nose*

Ace: *dressed as a slice of thick cut salami* Alright let's do this

Whitebeard: *uses the two slices of bread to pick the three of you up, and holds you aloft as he walks off the boat* who wants a sandwich!

The crew: *all dresses as condiments and sandwich fixings flood off the ship to meet up with the other crews*

Izou: *smooshed up against you, is wearing a deep frown and glaring at you,* I'm going to hold a grudge for this....

Ace: oh look Kaido picked to make their theme zombie animals this year!

You: *tries to distract Izou* hehe, and big mom and her kids are dressed as a chicken and a brood of chicks.

Whitebeard: *spends the day scooping up each of his sons and carrying them around in the bread*

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