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starlostjimin · 2 years ago

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Title: spring for the first time Chapter 2/? WC: ~1800 Chapter Rating: T Fandom: Stray Kids Pairing: Han Jisung/Lee Minho Fic Summary: The day before Jisung's thirtieth birthday, Hyunjin tells him an old wives' tale about people who are virgins when they turn thirty. A shy accountant just trying to make it through life, Jisung brushes him off.

Until he wakes up the next day and hears things he definitely shouldn't be able to.

Or: Cherry Magic: Thirty Years of Virginity Can Make You a Wizard!....but make it minsung Tags/warnings: feelings of internal shame about virginity, societal pressure, gay awakening, assumed heterosexuality (joke's on them), magic, mind reading, innuendo, mythology (or is it?), best friend!hyunjin, workplace au, light urban fantasy au, i guess, fluff, mild alcohol consumption, possible smut later in the fic i haven't decided yet, currently SFW

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Jisung was losing it.

There was no other explanation. There was just no way he was hearing people’s thoughts, no matter what Hyunjin had joked about yesterday. But while there was a chance, however slim, that he might have mistaken Minho’s voice for someone else’s, the food truck guy was another story. Not only was there nobody else around at the time, but like the man pointed out, they saw each other every single morning and had for months. There was no way Jisung heard anyone else’s voice, and there was no way the kind old man would have said something like that aloud. But mind reading wasn’t real. It couldn’t be.

“Jisung?” the voice behind him sounded mildly concerned as Jisung snapped out of the swirl of thoughts attempting to overtake him. He spun his chair around and forced a smile.

“Hey, Seungmin. What’s up?”

“Dude…you good? You’ve been using your desk as a drum kit all day. And uh, no offense or anything, but don’t quit your day job.”

Jisung scratched at the back of his neck as he felt his cheeks heat up. “Sorry. No plans to quit, don’t worry. Just kinda fidgety today. I didn’t sleep all that well last night.” He let out a sigh of relief when Seungmin nodded, seeming to accept the lie.

“My mom uses something to help her sleep. Some herb or something. Want me to ask her about it?” Seungmin said.

“God, no. I’m not that old,” Jisung said with a laugh. “Aren’t we the same age?”

“I don’t want to talk about it. It’s your birthday today, right?”

Jisung shuddered. “Unfortunately.”

“Then you’re older than me, because my birthday is later this month.” Seungmin beamed at him and Jisung fought the urge to kick his coworker in the kneecaps.

“Aaaaand conversation over,” he opted to say instead, turning his chair back towards his computer. He stared at the account file he was supposed to be analyzing for discrepancies until he felt Seungmin’s hand on his shoulder.

“Seungmin, I thought you wanted to focus on work,” he said irritably.

I need to know if you have a freaking date yet. It’s about time.

“Just wondering if you have any fun birthday plans,” Seungmin mused.

Shit. He’d definitely heard both those sentences, with extremely different tones. Jisung scooted his chair closer to his desk and twisted his body towards his friend, hoping to shake his hand off. “Just the usual. Nothing special,” he said, trying to keep his voice casual. “I really do have to get through this file, though.” He heard Seungmin sigh, but felt him move away as his chair rolled back to his own desk. He peeked over his shoulder and, seeing Seungmin facing his computer again, he grabbed his phone and tapped out a quick text to Hyunjin.

> I’m taking lunch in 20. We’ve gotta talk.

“I’m sorry, what?” Hyunjin exclaimed.

Jisung looked around in a panic. “Shut up! I literally didn’t even want to tell you this, I definitely don’t want to tell the whole company. Why are you so surprised? You were the one who told me about this, remember?”

Hyunjin laughed. “Yeah, but like, your parents told you about Santa. It’s just a story.” He dropped his voice lower. “I didn’t actually expect you to get superpowers. And it’s not like I would have managed to get them.” He smirked, and Jisung rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. I know. You get whoever you want. That isn’t the point here.” Jisung groaned.

I can’t see this being real, but Sungie seems really freaked out.

“Of course I’m freaked out! Why are you talking to me like I’m -” Jisung stopped when he saw Hyunjin’s jaw drop. “You…didn’t say that out loud, did you?” Hyunjin shook his head slowly, eyes growing to the size of dinner plates. Jisung looked under the table and realized Hyunjin had moved his foot, which was now sitting just close enough to Jisung’s to make contact. He jerked his foot away and dropped his face into his hands.

“I’m never going to survive this, Hyunjin,” he said. “I’ve gotta be a bigger hermit than before. I can never leave my apartment again. I am a thousand percent sure I don’t want to know what people are thinking about me.”

“Or…” Hyunjin said slowly, Jisung gestured at him to continue with one hand, leaving his face planted firmly into the other. “Or you could like, date.”

“Ah yes, because the thirty year old sarcastic virgin in the world’s tiniest apartment is the catch of the year,” Jisung said dryly.

“You literally just need confidence, Sungie,” Hyunjin said. “It’s just you, so you don’t need a bigger apartment. You’ve got a decent job, you’re funny - I guess - and you’re definitely cute. But you’re never going to meet anyone if you only go from home to work again.” He shrugged. “The virgin thing, that’s gonna affect your confidence more than anything. Sex is different with every single partner because everyone likes different things. So there’s a learning curve every time you sleep with someone new. It’s really not the huge deal you’re making it out to be.”

“Says the non-virgin,” Jisung said.

“You’re hopeless.”

“That’s what I’ve been saying.”

Hyunjin rolled his eyes. “Look, I’ve got to get back. I'm super swamped with work right now. But seriously, you’re going to be fine, Sungie. Let’s go out this weekend. A club or something. Maybe you can meet someone.”

Jisung grimaced, but tentatively agreed. He could always cancel later. Hyunjin was probably expecting it, anyway.

“You promised. Try this one on,” Hyunjin said, narrowly missing Jisung’s face with a black top made of such flimsy material he could nearly see his friend through it.

“I’m not wearing that,” Jisung said wearily from his place at the edge of the bed.

Hyunjin scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Just try on the damn shirt, Jisung. You need to get out of this apartment and out of your head.”

Apparently nobody is getting out of my head. If Jisung had been speaking aloud, he’d have been pouting. To be fair, he wasn’t sure he wasn’t pouting, even in his silence. He pulled his hoodie over his head and tugged on the gauzy short-sleeved shirt Hyunjin had tossed him.

Hyunjin grinned and clapped his hands together. “Yes. With those black jeans you bought and then barely wore. Where are they…” the last few words were mostly to himself as he turned and went back to rifling through Jisung’s closet, a cry of victory erupting when he found the intended jeans tucked away at the back. “You know the drill,” he said, tossing them to his friend.

Jisung sighed. So much for canceling. He was going to need a lot of liquor to survive this night.

“You had to pick the busiest one in town, huh?” Jisung asked Hyunjin as he stared at the line waiting to get into the club.

Hyunjin shrugged. “They’ve got the least sketchy bathrooms. Besides, the line is moving pretty fast.”

“Sooner we get in, the sooner I can go home,” Jisung said cheerfully. Hyunjin shook his head.

“You’re really and truly hopeless.”

They joined the line and made their way into the club. A deep bass pulsed out of the building and vibrated straight into Jisung. He pulled out his ID as they approached the door and handed it to the bouncer. The short, broad man looked at the card and back at Jisung, pausing for a moment before nodding and handing it back to him. He stepped inside, Hyunjin close behind him, and let the music envelop him.

If there was one thing that always comforted Jisung, no matter what, it was music. He always had it playing at home and he had taken a few music composition courses as electives at university - not that he’d actually followed up on them. It was too late by then to change his major, he’d rationalized, refusing to acknowledge that what had truly held him back was fear. He and Hyunjin made their way to the bar and ordered their drinks, tipping the bartender well before heading out onto the dance floor.

Bodies writhed around them as they found their groove in the music, Hyunjin laughing every time Jisung jumped away from someone brushing up against him. Jisung was torn between the relaxation of dancing and the tension of being surrounded by so many people he couldn’t get away from. He tipped his head back and drained his drink, hoping the alcohol would help to muffle the cacophony of voices in his mind.

Ultimately, it wasn’t the alcohol, but the cacophony itself that ended up relaxing Jisung. Being bounced around between bodies as one tended to be in a club this crowded, he found that the noise inside of his head was similar to that outside of it - a dull roar that all blended together. He had finally let himself fade into the music when he felt a sharp tap on his shoulder, too quick for any thoughts to carry through. He whirled around, unsure of when Hyunjin had ended up behind him.

“Didn’t think I’d see you here.”

Jisung stepped back quickly as he came face to face with Lee Minho, crashing into Hyunjin in his attempted retreat.

“M…Minho-ssi. I didn’t expect to see you, either,” Jisung said, forcing a smile. Hyunjin stared between the two.

“Hwang Hyunjin,” he said, stepping forward and reaching out to shake Minho’s hand after making sure Jisung wasn’t going to fall over immediately upon his moving away.

“Lee Minho,” the older man introduced himself. “I’m a coworker of Jisung’s.”

“Me too! He’s also my best friend,” Hyunjin said, his voice taking on an edge of protectiveness. “I’m in the advertising department, a graphic designer.”

“Sales,” Minho said. “I’m glad you were able to coax Jisung out. Things have been a little stressful on our floor lately.” He turned his attention back to Jisung. “You’re a good dancer. Join me?”

Jisung’s eyes widened and he looked down at his chest, convinced his heart was about to pound out of it. What in the hell is going on? he thought. His eyes moved from his chest to Minho’s hand, hovering somewhat awkwardly in between them, and the first thing that left his mouth was,

“Sorry, I gotta go.”

He pushed past Minho and through the crowd, heading for the bathrooms on the far side of the dance floor. Hyunjin shot Minho an apologetic look and followed quickly. There were answers to be had and Hyunjin was going to have them.

#minsung #minsung fic #stray kids fic #han jisung #lee minho #lee know #han #possumswrite

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jaskierswolf · 3 years ago

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Darling, Buttercup

Prompt: Reminds me of you Relationships: Jaskier/Aiden Rating: E Content Warnings: Smut, butt plugs, orgasm denial Summary: On Jaskier’s birthday Aiden buys him a new present, and they can hardly wait to try it out.

A prompt fill for @dapandapod and a bingo square for @witcher-rarepair-summer-bingo

It was Jaskier’s birthday and he fully intended to make the best of his day. They didn’t have anything special planned, but if Aiden didn’t completely pamper him then what was even the point? They had been housemates for three years now, having met in the second year of university in the Amateur Dramatics Society. Jaskier had been studying music and Aiden was a chemistry nerd. The musician was secretly convinced that his friend had just wanted to learn how to make poisons. He just had this energy about him, a modern day assassin. Aiden assured Jaskier that he had never killed a man in his life, but Jaskier just wasn’t convinced. Still, he was a good friend, his best friend.

They got on well, both incredibly flirty and carefree. Their drunken exploits were chaotic and Jaskier had a criminal record to prove it. His poor mother would be rolling in her grave. It was an easy decision to keep living together after university had ended. Rent was expensive and they were both broke.

And if Jaskier had a tiny little crush on his friend then nobody needed to know. Aiden tended to go for men that were more muscular than Jaskier, taller, with arms the size of fucking tree trunks. Whilst Jaskier wasn’t slender, he was certainly no body builder. He was a happy medium, strong and yet lithe enough to still attract men that would both fuck him and let him fuck them. It was a terrible stereotype but people made assumptions, and well, he was also guilty of that on occasion.

Luckily, Aiden was a very accommodating housemate. He didn’t complain about Jaskier’s stream of partners or the late night sex. Then again, on the occasion that Aiden had a friend round and Jaskier didn’t, Jaskier wasn’t shy about taking himself in hand and getting off to the sound of his friend fucking in the next room. He liked to imagine that Aiden did the same.

They flirted all the time, but that didn’t really mean much. Jaskier was a natural flirt, it was practically his second language. He just couldn’t turn it off, and Aiden was so very pretty, long dark hair tied up in a messy bun revealing his undercut. His tanned skin was covered in freckles and the light brush of stubble on his cheeks was just so tantalizing. Jaskier wanted to touch. He wanted to feel the scratch against his calloused fingertips. God, he was so gone on the man, but they were friends and that was fine.

Of course, their traditional birthday gifts didn’t help. Jaskier was responsible for about ninety percent of Aiden’s sex toy collection, and Jaskier’s drawer of silky and lacy underwear was filled with previous gifts from his roommate. Although, Jaskier wasn’t entirely sure if Aiden realised how much he actually wore the soft silky panties. He’d tried them on as a joke one day, but they’d felt so good against his skin that he’d never really stopped. Wondering what new pair he’d receive this year, Jaskier went downstairs. He already had a bottle of champagne in hand and he was ready to face the day.

Aiden was flipping pancakes when Jaskier entered the kitchen. There were two champagne flutes on the side, and the table was filled with bowls of berries, melted chocolate and whipped cream, all of Jaskier’s favourites.

“Oh this looks divine, darling,” Jaskier cooed, smirking at his own personal chef for the day. “Almost romantic.”

Aiden winked. “Only the best for you, my little lark.”

“Thank you, kitten,” Jaskier purred with a coy smile.

The innuendos got out of hand whilst they ate, but really… whipped cream? Jaskier was weak, he couldn’t resist, and he knew for a fact that Aiden had used whipped cream before in bed. That thought made Jaskier shiver, his cock swelling in his pants as he pictured Aiden licking the cream from his body. He knew, he just knew, that the bastard was good with his tongue. Jaskier had seen the way his roommate ate a banana.

But they were just friends.

There was no need to get hard at the bloody breakfast table.

“Presents,” he choked out before he could get too lost in his thoughts. “It’s my birthday! I demand presents, what delightfully pretty panties have you got for me this year, dear heart?”

Aiden flushed, worrying his lip as he scratched the back of his neck, his fingers brushing through the short hair of his undercut. It was a nervous habit and one that Jaskier thought was adorable. “I thought we’d have a change this year.”

No pet name, Aiden must have really been nervous.

“Well, go on,” Jaskier said with a wide grin, waving his hand in front of his face. “The anticipation is killing me, and I’m really not getting any younger over here.”

Aiden laughed, still nervous, but Jaskier was thrilled to have broken some of the tension. “It is your birthday, old man,” his roommate teased, but finally produced a square box wrapped up in a rainbow.

Jaskier peered at it suspiciously “You haven’t glitter-bombed me have you, kitten? I know I’m gay, but I really really don’t want to clean that up.”

Aiden raised an eyebrow. “Just open it, buttercup.”

With a giggle, Jaskier tore at the paper, sighing in relief when a ton of glitter didn’t fall out the box as he peeled back the tape. Inside was a rather sizable butt plug, making Jaskier’s cock twitch again. He felt his cheeks heat up and his tongue felt heavy in his mouth. Arousal flooded through him as he thought about working himself open, his fingers brushing against his prostate as he fucked himself, ready to take the pretty plug that Aiden had picked out for him. Even better yet, Aiden could prep him. That silky smooth voice cooing into his ear, filthy and low, watching as the plug filled Jaskier up.

Fuck.

“I- hmm, I thank you. Aiden, kitten.”

Aiden frowned. “You don’t like it? It has buttercups on it, so… well, it reminded me of you.”

“Buttercups,” Jaskier repeated, his brain not able to form proper words. “Right, yes, my name. I like it, the plug I mean. Not my name. Although I do also like my name, I chose it. I’ve always liked buttercups and it’s just- ”

“Jaskier!”

“Buttercups....” he finished lamely. “Sorry, got carried away.”

“I can take it back?” Aiden asked. “I do actually have your traditional birthday gift if you’d prefer.”

“No!” Jaskier said too quickly. “No, yeah. I like it, love it actually.” And he really really did. The silicone was a pretty sky blue and covered in little yellow buttercups. The shape was pretty basic, but it was definitely a good size, bigger than the ones he already had in his collection. “I can’t wait to try it out,” he blurted before he could engage the filter on his brain.

“Well, what are we waiting for, petal?” Aiden shot back.

The pair of them froze, staring at each other in shock, mouths dropped open and matching red faces.

“Did you just…” Jaskier stammered.

“I mean, only if you want?” his roommate asked, with a cock of his head.

Jaskier whined and practically launched across the table, knocking their breakfast to the floor. Their lips crashed together, noses bumping, teeth clacking. It was terrible and they both pulled away to laugh, but it wasn’t awkward like Jaskier had expected. The natural chemistry that they had finally sparked to life as their lips met in a more skilled kiss. Jaskier was half on top of the table, trying to get closer to his housemate, whose hands were locked into his hair, keeping their lips melded together. Jaskier moaned into the kiss as he felt his heartbeat quicken, a warm rush of arousal flowing through his body.

When they finally broke apart, they were both panting and red faced. Aiden nipped at Jaskier’s lips as they parted, a cocky smile on his face. “Drop your pants, and bend over the table.”

“Fuck, yes. Yeah, okay,” Jaskier stammered and slid onto the floor, pulling his shorts down in one smooth movement.

“You- you wear them?” Aiden said, his eyes wide as he gazed at the soft pink silk that barely covered Jaskier’s cock.

Licking his lips, Jaskier sent his friend a wink as he bent over the table just like Aiden had requested. “Of course I do.”

“Jesus Christ, Jask.” Aiden fled the kitchen, backing out so that he didn’t have to take his eyes off Jaskier until the last moment. When he returned he had a bottle of lube in hand, a hungry look in his eyes as his gaze roamed over Jaskier’s arse. “Why haven’t we done this before?”

“Less talk, more action.”

Aiden laughed, his fingers running under the band of the panties before he gave Jaskier’s arse a quick swat, not hard but enough to make Jaskier yelp as the unexpected hit startled him. He felt his heart racing as he heard the click of the lube bottle, every beat was pushing fire through his veins, and he struggled to stay still as his fingers clawed at the table. Jaskier shivered as Aiden slowly pulled down his panties, and there was the probe of a slicked finger at his hole. It had been so long since anyone else had touched him there, his last few partners being women that really had no interest in fucking him into the next century. So he’d been left with his own fingers and his toys.

It was a poor substitute for having a partner.

One finger pushed inside easily and Jaskier whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut as he bit back a moan. It didn’t help that a litany of praises were falling from Aiden’s lips, cooing over how pretty Jaskier looked, how well he was taking that one finger, and when a second finger slid inside with the first, Jaskier keened. There was more resistance this time, and Jaskier fought to relax, but it just felt so fucking good.

“Fuck, Jask, do you have any idea how pretty you look around my fingers?”

Jaskier snorted, pushing his arse back against Aiden’s hand. “Maybe you should take a photo for later.”

“Not a bad idea, buttercup,” his roommate purred, then Aiden hummed nonchalantly as his fingers brushed against Jaskier’s prostate, making him gasp in a broken moan. Sparks flew in front of Jaskier’s vision, his pleasure building unfairly quickly. “I wonder if you could cum like this, on just my fingers.”

He could. He knew he could but his cock was aching, leaking onto the kitchen table, and he was so very desperate to touch. “No, no.. please,” Jaskier whimpered.

“No?” Another press against his prostate, another moan tearing from his lips. “Are you sure?”

“Kitten, please!” Jaskier’s voice cracked as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through him. If he’d known Aiden was this talented with just his fingers then he would have pinned down his roommate years ago. Two fingers in and he was already teetering on the edge of a precipice, a fluttering in his core.

“Well, if you’re sure…” Aiden said cooly, pulling his fingers out and leaving Jaskier feeling so helplessly empty.

“Hey, no.. I didn’t- didn’t mean that,” Jaskier whined.

“Finish prepping yourself. I need to wash this.”

And with that Aiden left the room, leaving Jaskier alone and panting. “The fucking bastard,” he hissed, “fucking knows what he’s doing.”

“I can hear you!”

“Good!” Jaskier yelled back, grabbing the bottle of lube. He slicked up three fingers and pushed them inside his hole, groaning at the stretch. He couldn’t get the same angle that Aiden had managed, but it filled the aching emptiness from before and each movement of his fingers had him gasping for breath. “Hurry up, kitten!”

A hand on his back settled his restlessness, and he felt the press of Aiden’s lips on his shoulder. “Patience, buttercup.”

Jaskier’s fingers were swatted away and he felt the press of something larger, the pretty plug with buttercups decorating it, the toy that Aiden had picked out especially for him.

“It reminded me of you.”

Jaskier whined, his orgasm so close now that Aiden’s hands were on him once more, stroking down his spine so lightly that it was almost ticklish. Every touch fueled the heat at Jaskier’s core. He moaned and tried to wiggle his butt back against the plug, but Aiden held him still. One hand threaded into Jaskier’s hair, tugging and pulling his head back.

“Good boy,” Aiden purred, and the toy finally pushed past his ring of muscle and slid into him, filling him up so nicely.

Jaskier cried out, “Fuck, Aiden, kitten, feels so good.”

He was a babbling wreck as Aiden pulled the plug almost all the way out before thrusting it back in. Aiden slapped his arse once and then pulled Jaskier’s panties back up his legs. “Happy Birthday, sweetheart.”

“I- I… what?” Jaskier stammered, looking down at his cock, hard and leaking against the pink silk. “Aiden?”

His roommate raised an eyebrow at Jaskier, running a hand through his hair. “You can touch yourself if you want to cum now…”

“Or?”

“Or you can come to my room after dinner tonight, your call, buttercup.”

Jaskier swore and pulled up his shorts. He was so fucked.

#the witcher #jaskier/aiden #Jaskier #aiden the witcher #wolfie's witcher writing

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writethelifeyouwant · 4 years ago

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Dive Bar, Ch 8/?

Pairing: Dean x Sam (eventually, he he he) | Sam x OMC (Chase) brief

Rating: 18+

Prompt/Summary: After a one night stand with a random college chick turns into a threesome that also featured his little brother, Dean- well, frankly, he panics. What’s even worse than gay panicking? Gay incest panicking. Luckily, Sam winds up being a little more cool about the whole thing than Dean ever would have imagined.

WC: 3,631

Tags: Awful flirting (but I’m not sorry), gay panic, angst, Dean having graphic naughty thoughts, male masturbation, blow job, rimming, anal sex, cock ring (? kinda)

Warnings: thoughts about to brother/brother incest

Beta: @negans-lucille-tblr, actual angel 😇

Divider: @firefly-graphics ❤️

Sam looked up at the sound of slow clapping, expecting it to be Dean returning with their refills just in time to see Sam pot the last ball. But he couldn’t see Dean, and it took him a moment to identify the clapper as the guy with dark blonde hair strolling towards him with a look of contemplation on his slim face.

“That was pretty impressive,” the guy nodded at the pool table, and Sam straightened up a little, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.

“Uh, thanks,” Sam shrugged, the game he’d felt so proud of - and wanted to rub in Dean’s face a moment ago - now making him feel self conscious. He hadn’t meant to draw any kind of attention to himself. That was normally Dean’s forte.

“Where’d you learn how to do that?”

“My um, my brother taught me.” Sam clutched the pool cue between his hands, eyes darting around and landing on Dean at the bar. His breath eased a little once he knew where he was. The new guy’s eyes followed Sam’s and found him watching Dean at the bar.

“That guy’s your brother?”

“Yeah,” Sam nodded cautiously.

“Well, that is a relief,” he laughed fully, openly.

Sam was taken aback. “Why?”

“Because if he was your boyfriend I was probably gonna get beat up for hitting on you.” He smiled warmly, his eyes twinkling, but still a little shy.

Sam blinked, dumbfounded. He didn’t know why he hadn’t been expecting it. He’d had a suspicion that this place was an LGBT haunt based on the number of same-sex couples he’d noticed dotted around, but that hadn’t led him to the conclusion that he’d maybe have an opportunity he hadn’t had since Dean had picked him up from Stanford. Sam glanced nervously back to Dean at the bar, watching him knock back a shot of something, not paying attention to his little brother. But why did Sam even care if Dean saw him talking to this guy? He breathed out sharply when he realised that he didn’t have to hide this from Dean - he’d come out to him last month. He didn’t have to be worried about what Dean thought if he saw him talking to - what was this guy’s name?

“I’m Sam,” Sam offered his hand, and the man took it, shaking it firmly. Sam noticed how smooth the guy’s hands were.

“Chase,” he smiled wider still, like he couldn’t believe Sam was actually having a conversation with him.

“So are you, uh, here with anyone?” Sam wasn’t used to making small talk anymore. The only people he talked to were Dean or law enforcement - or witnesses to supernatural phenomena.

“A few friends,” Chase nodded behind him, but not with enough direction for Sam to actually tell which table of people he might have been talking about.

“Do you, um,” Sam let out a sharp, amused exhale, not really believing he was actually doing this. “D’ya want to have a drink?”

Chase smiled brightly. “Yeah, I’d love that,” he nodded, and the pair started towards the bar. “Then maybe you’ll be so kind as to show me just how you play that game over there?”

Sam grinned, this guy was pulling out a classic, but it was a good one.

“You want me to teach you how to play pool?” he smirked and moved closer behind Chase, bracing his hands on the bar on either side of him, and ducked down to speak against his ear. “I should warn you, I’m a pretty hands on teacher.” Sam felt Chase grin, even though he couldn’t see his face.

“I think I’m counting on it. I might need a lot of hand holding,” Chase laughed at his own joke, probably realising how lame it was, but Sam thought it was cute.

While Chase ordered drinks, Sam glanced over his shoulder across the bar and caught Dean looking right at them. Sam blushed under his brother’s intense gaze, a little embarrassed that Dean had been watching him come onto this guy so strongly. But how was that different to any time Sam had to watch Dean flirt his way through every available pair of boobs in these joints? He decided it wasn’t; he didn’t have anything to be ashamed of. Sam gave Chase a once over from behind, eyes lingering on his ass. Yeah, definitely not ashamed of this, Sam resolved. He flicked his eyes back up to meet Dean’s again and gave him a bold wink.

Dean’s face was blank, but his gaze wavered between shock and dread. He’d never seen Sam flirt so blatantly with anyone before. He’d never seen Sam flirt with a guy before either, but he guessed he should have expected that to happen eventually. It hadn’t really hit him before now what Sam being bi really meant. It wasn’t just that he was happy to have a threesome that involved two guys instead of two girls, it meant that sometimes he would want to sleep with guys, just because.

The pride Dean usually felt when Sam successfully picked up a chick wasn’t making an appearance right now, though. This was different. Dean reluctantly realised that the difference here was jealousy. He looked at the guy Sam was pressed up against and took in the spiky hair, the henley pulled across decently toned muscles, the black leather cord he wore as a necklace. He was about Dean’s height judging where he stood against Sam. Angry voices inside him shouted at Dean to break it up, stop Sammy from doing this, protect him, though from what, the voices didn’t care to elaborate. Hopeful voices inside tried to soothe his anger. Telling him that maybe Sam wasn’t with him now, but the guy he was with looked just a little like Dean… maybe… and what if that meant that Sam was drawn to him for that reason?

Dean shut down that internal dialogue with a grimace, and ordered another shot. He wasn’t gonna stay here and watch Sam hit on some guy without getting drunk.

Sam and Chase were two drinks in and back by the pool table, and Sam was having more fun than he could remember having in a long time. Watching Chase bend over the table, ass pressing tight against his jeans, and knowing that he was doing it so Sam could look… it was exhilarating. Even the vague prickling on the back of his neck every time Dean looked over at them gravely didn’t spoil Sam’s mood. He knew his brother was just being an overprotective ass.

Chase shot him a coy smile over his shoulder, still bent over trying to corral all the balls into their frame. Sam grinned back freely, eyes glinting with want that he knew Chase could see.

“You gonna show me how to hold this stick?”

“I’m gonna show you so much more than that,” Sam promised. He pressed against him and threaded his arms through the smaller man’s, slotting their hips and their hands together. “You want to hold it firmly, but not too tight. Just give it a little squeeze.”

Chase burst out laughing, shaking Sam off his body. Sam stood back, confused and a little offended at the reaction. Chase’s eyes glinted under the fluorescent light hanging above them.

“I’m sorry man,” he stifled another laugh and tried again. “Sorry, I just, I couldn’t not think about the innuendo there.” Sam smirked and moved back to Chase, bending him back over and leaning into him heavily.

“That was sorta the point man,” Sam breathed in his ear. “Now, put your hands back on that long piece of wood and do as you’re told.”

Sam realised then that he had been repressing this part of himself for far too long. Or at least his dick thought so, because it was paying quite a bit more attention than it usually did in public.

He was never shy about wanting to be the one in control in the bedroom, but with girls, he never really knew how they would take it. He always worried about hurting them if he was being too rough. With guys it felt a little different, he felt a little freer, like he didn’t have to be scared of throwing them around as much. And he’d had enough to drink that his filter wasn’t inclined to hold him back anymore. The shiver that had run through Chase at Sam’s words only solidified Sam’s resolve to take this guy home and absolutely wreck him.

Dean thought he was gonna be sick. Most people would think that was down to the amount of alcohol he’d just downed in such a short span of time - switching to tequila had either been a very good or a very bad decision on Dean’s part - but in actuality, he was still on the good side of drunk. The thing churning his stomach and pulling him apart from the inside was what he was watching his baby brother do to that twink pressed against the pool table across the bar.

Jesus, they were in public and Sam was practically dry humping the dude. At least respectable people would go to a club and hide behind dancing as an excuse. But there was his brother, his little kid brother, practically fucking some stranger right in the middle of the room. What the fuck does he think he’s doing?

Dean had never seen Sam so blatantly sexual before. Well no - that was a lie - he had seen him that way once, when he’d been pounding into Dany so hard he shook the bed, and looked right at Dean when he’d broken down inside her, staring right into his eyes as he came undone. But the way Sam was looking at him had Dean believing that, maybe, Sam wasn't thinking about Dany at all.

Dean wanted to pretend that he was only offended by the sight before him because it was indecent - not cool, bro - but if the guy below Sam had been him, he wouldn’t have given two fucks how decent they looked, so long as Sam showed everyone watching that it was them who belonged together. That Sam belonged to him, inside him. His.

Chase was a horrible pool player. But that might have more to do with the fact that Sam was grinding a semi against his ass every time he helped him line up a shot. Poor guy had to be at least a little distracted. After two games of utter domination from Sam, he took pity on his playmate and graciously bought him a drink to mellow the loss.

Locking eyes over the wet edged shot glasses, Sam tipped his back and swallowed, long and deep. Sam watched as Chase’s eyes traced his throat and down into the v-neck of the t-shirt he’d revealed when he unbuttoned his flannel during the second game. His eyes settled there for a moment, and Sam wondered how long he would linger there before he caught himself. His breathing quickened slightly - bringing his chest up and down with it, and Chase continued to stare. The attention only aroused Sam more. But it was over when Chase blinked harshly, and brought his eyes back to Sam’s, looking a little startled.

“What?” he said stupidly, fingers slipping on his glass, still full and hanging in front of his lips.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Sam enunciated, a knowing smirk back on his lips.

“Yeah,” Chase nodded and downed his own drink, licking his lips to catch the drop of alcohol that had spilled over. Sam’s eyes locked on his tongue and followed it back inside Chase’s mouth. Their lips met briefly, Sam pulling back almost immediately to check he hadn’t misjudged things - to check he was actually about to follow through on going home with this guy.

Chase’s face was hot, colour staining his already sun-kissed skin, eyes wide like he was staring into the sun. Sam jerked his chin towards the door, brows raised, and Chase nodded and leant in close so Sam could hear him better. “I’m just gonna grab my things, meet you outside?”

“Yeah,” Sam nodded and squeezed Chase’s arm in reassurance. “I’m just going to let my brother know where I’m headed.” Sam jerked his head to where he had clocked Dean hunched in a booth nursing a hefty glass of whiskey.

“Hey,” Sam slid into the seat across from Dean, slapping a rhythm against the table as he sat down.

“Someone’s chipper,” Dean grunted sourly, taking a swig of his drink.

“Someone’s bummed out.”

Sam’s sass tugged at the corner’s of Dean’s lips. but he didn’t let it get an actual smile out of him.

“Sorry the girls here weren’t exactly ‘your scene’,” Sam did look a little apologetic, but he couldn’t wipe the smug excitement off his stupid face.

“Yeah, well,” Dean grunted again, and knocked back more of the burning liquid, “about time you got laid, was beginning to think you’d accidentally pulled it off from jerking too much.”

“Ew, dude, gross,” Sam grimaced. “How would you know how much I jerk off, anyways?”

“We live in each other’s asses, Sam,” Dean excused, not caring to mention the fact that he knows Sam’s jerked off in the shower every night since he’d picked him up from Stanford, and he’s spent the last month joining in from the other side of the door. Choking down the jealousy and shame that came with it, Dean pushed Sam out of the booth with his foot. “Now go on and fuck your little boy toy, he’s over there waiting for you.”

Sure enough, when Sam checked over his shoulder, he saw Chase waiting anxiously by the door.

“You gonna be alright, man? You got a motel key?”

“Fuck off,” Dean grumbled, and watched sullenly as Sam made his way through the crowds of people to the door, slipping out behind his company for the evening. Dean knocked back the rest of his glass and stood, stretching the stiffness out of his joints. He didn’t want to stay here, but he didn’t have anywhere else to go besides the motel room. Remembering they had passed a convenience store on their walk here, Dean figured drinking alone was less embarrassing if he was actually alone while he was doing it, and made up his mind.

Arriving back at their room with a bottle of Jack he’d already cracked into, Dean crashed onto his bed and stared at the ceiling. What the hell was he doing? Sitting in the dark, drinking himself to sleep because his baby brother went home with someone else. Pathetic. Pining over Sam had become Dean’s new favourite pastime without him even realising it, and most certainly without his permission.

Dropping his hand over the side of his bed and groping for his duffle, Dean managed to dig his hand into the side pocket hiding the bracelets that he’d pushed out of sight nearly two months ago. Curling his fingers around the smooth-worn wooden beads, he dragged them out, clutching them hard until he felt his nails cutting into his palm.

More Jack; these relics in his hand from a time when he used to be a good big brother, one Sam could actually admire and love, and Dean decided he was done. If he was gonna add this to the list of everything else that was fucked up in his life, then he was gonna goddamn lean into it. He knew Sam had noticed that he wasn’t wearing them anymore, and the thought that Sam might think Dean was mad at him, or didn’t love him with literally everything he had was unacceptable now.

He dropped the beads on the comforter and the bottle on the nightstand, and rose to pull off his jeans. If Sam was getting off tonight there was no reason he shouldn't. But at the thought of Sam, Dean couldn’t stop himself thinking about the guy he’d gone home with, who he’d had bent over the pool table in front of the whole damn bar. It was too easy to picture what Sam was doing to him now. Dean settled back against the lumpy pillows and squeezed himself over his boxers, letting himself sink into the images flashing through his mind.

Sam pressing that bastard up against the door. Sam threading his fingers through the short, dark blonde hair and pulling - the very thought draws a gasp from Dean, wishing it was him Sam was doing those things to, pressing those kisses to, scraping his teeth against and leaving marks on.

Inside Chase’s apartment, Sam didn’t waste any time. He had him pressed against the door with his wrists pinned over his head in a heartbeat. His kiss started teasing and light. He nipped at Chase’s lips, and the tip of his tongue that had tried in vain to connect to Sam’s. He dragged his teeth across the five o’clock shadow that dusted Chase’s jaw and down, locking on the hollow up his throat and pulling a heavy sign from his partner.

Sam kissed his way back to Chase’s lips and devoured him this time. Their tongues slid together but there was no fight for dominance, no illusion as to how this night was going. Sam was in charge, and that was just where they both wanted him.

Lurching backwards, Sam pulled Chase along with him, and they stumbled blindly around the entryway and managed to fall through the door to the bedroom - Chase’s doing. Sam’s jacket and shoes were discarded on the floor, Chase’s henley tossed onto the scattered laundry piled at the bottom of his bed. The sight made Sam smirk, one more confirmation that he went home with a guy tonight.

Sam sat on the bed and dragged Chase on top of him, grabbing his neck and forcing their mouths back together. At a loud groan from Chase, Sam opened his eyes and stared into the blue-grass eyes he remembered admiring in the bar, but in this dim light they looked darker, greener, and suddenly, Sam wasn’t looking at Chase anymore.

Dean tried to picture something, anything, other than Sam but he couldn’t. He saw Sam rolling himself on top of that guy and dragging himself down - would they be on the couch, or a bed? - down to the fly on his irritatingly well-fitted jeans and popping the button open with a grin. He saw him pulling the denim down and off, saw him mouthing hungrily over the cotton-covered bulge he found himself faced with, tonguing along the head and leaving a dark stain behind.

Dean groaned and pulled himself free from his boxers, needing it faster, tighter, meaner.

Sam swallowed Chase down eagerly. He didn’t even have the patience to pull his boxers all the way off, and he twisted the fabric in his hands, pulled it tight. It had been so long since he’d had a cock in his mouth he nearly gagged himself in his excitement to suck down every last inch. Chase whimpered above him, lost in the heat of Sam’s throat. Sam could tell he was trying so hard not to lose it already, so he eased up a little. He didn’t want to see Chase cum until he had his cock inside him.

Granting Chase a brief moment of reprieve, Sam slid further down until his tongue was thrusting in and out of his ass. Chase tried to squirm away but Sam held him down, bracing his arm across the slim hips to keep his prey in place. Chase managed to fish the lube and a condom out of his nightstand and throw them vaguely in Sam’s direction without Sam needing to stop his tongue’s assault. Sam knew he was rushing, but by the time he pushed inside of Chase’s not-prepped-enough hole neither of them cared.

Dean could feel it, hovering out of reach. He wanted it so badly but he couldn’t get there, and the frustration was starting to outweigh the desperation. The volume of alcohol couldn’t have been helping things either, but logic wasn’t what Dean was interested in right now. He needed something else, something more. Grasping in his mind for the images of Sam to come back, Dean’s fingers clawed against the bedspread, tugging on his cock relentlessly. Then his fingers nudged something - Sam’s bracelets.

Without thinking too hard, Dean clutched them in his fist, bringing both hands to wrap around himself and pressing the small, cool beads against his heated flesh. He still wanted more, needed something to cut through this haze of want and really make him feel. He wrapped the worn strings around the base of his dick, cinching tightly, and squeezing a whimper of pain through his lips. But that pain was just the spark he needed.

The urgency he’d been chasing before came rushing back, and visions of Sam above him, touching him, choking him, calling him a desperate, pathetic little cockslut, beat against the inside of his eyelids, and he was cumming harder than he could ever remember. He felt a white heat burning through every artery, vein, capillary in his goddamn body, and it brought him to an edge he never knew existed. It was agonising, and perfect.

Sam fucked his hips into Chase’s faster and faster. Their teeth met more often than their tongues as they kissed frantically, both reaching the ends of their tethers. Chase grabbed himself and pulled, beating himself faster and faster until he spilled into the sweat pooling between their bodies, groaning Sam’s name. Sam thrust harder and harder and froze, crammed so deep inside he barely fit, and then he was cumming; spilling his seed into Chase, and spilling Dean’s name from his lips.

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The Stowaway’s Heart - Chapter 8

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Description: Virgil is rescued by selkies after being abandoned at sea and brought back to their pod to recover. Virgil’s poor, gay heart may just explode from how attractive they all are.

Word Count: 8106

Chapter Warnings: Romantic contact, Sexual Innuendo/Jokes, Swimming/Water, Blindfold (Please let me know if I missed anything!)

I hope everyone is ready for some fluffy, fluffy boys <3

Virgil stumbled as Logan dragged him half-blind through the dimly lit corridors. He sucked in a breath, trying to keep pace with Logan and Remus as they pulled him at a full sprint through the narrow halls.

“Where are going?” Virgil huffed as he nearly slipped on the slick ground turning a corner.

“You'll see, love.” Logan's grip on his hand tightened as he called back to Virgil.

“That doesn’t answer my question.” Virgil muttered breathlessly. Logan slowed to a walk in front of him and he blinked trying to the adjust to the near complete blackness. He glanced around, listening carefully before looking forward to Logan. “Lo? Where's Remus?”

Logan stopped moving, still gripping Virgil’s hand tightly. Hot, humid air surrounded them but Virgil shivered as he noticed the subtle yellow reflection of light in Logan's eyes as he turned to face him.

“Lo—” Virgil squeaked as Logan dropped his hand and grabbed his collar of his shirt. Gently, Logan pushed him back into the wall, leaning into his ear.

"Take off your shoes.” Logan whispered quietly.

“What—”

Virgil’s voice cut off abruptly as Logan’s hand brushed his jaw. “Do you trust me?”

Logan’s hands wrapped around his waist and Virgil relaxed in his arms, leaning his forehead into Logan's shoulder. “Of course, Lo.”

“Good.” Logan leaned forward to press a quick kiss Virgil's lips as he let out a melodious chuckled.Virgil’s body tingled as the deep sound resonated in his chest and Logan's breath rushed over his neck as he whispered in Virgil's ear. “Now, take off your shoes.”

Virgil felt a rush of excitement as Logan stepped back and he reached down to pull off his shoes. He'd barely stood back up when Logan stepped forward and cupped Virgil’s jaw with both hands, pressing a gentle kiss to Virgil’s lips. Virgil's soft gasp was stifled by Logan's lips as he melted into the wall behind him.

“Where’s Remus?” Virgil whispered breathlessly as Logan’s hands trailed down his neck, pulling his cloak over his shoulders.

“Don't worry, love.” Logan hushed him as he dropped Virgil’s cloak gently on the ground beside him. " He is waiting for us up ahead."

“Shouldn't we go meet—” Virgil shaking voice trailed off as Logan kissed his collarbone, sending warm shivers down his body.

“We will meet him when he's ready for us, dearest.” Logan whispered gently. “Tonight is not your night to worry, love. All you need to do is let Remus and I take care of you. Okay?”

“Okay.” Virgil whispered quietly. His heart fluttered nervously at the thought of all the attention being on him but the thought quickly left his mind as Logan hooked an arm around his waist.

“Now, love. I have a very important question for you.” Logan’s fingertips trailed the collar of Virgil’s shirt and his body felt like it was on fire at the light touch. Virgil sucked in a breath, barely keeping his eyes open. His eyes fluttered forward and he could just make out the knowing smile on Logan’s face as his breathing became shallow. “Do you swim?”

“What?” Virgil blinked slowly for a moment in confusion before looking over at Logan. “Yeah, I can swim okay.”

“Good,” Logan whispered as his fingertips teased at Virgil's waist before slipping under his shirt to gently pull it over his head. “Remus and I will help you, but I need to know you're not afraid of the water.”

“Where are we—” Virgil’s voice cracked as he reached out in front of him and his hand met bare skin.

When did he take off his shirt?

“No more questions, love. Everything will be answered in time.” Logan chuckled as his hands came to rest on Virgil's waist. He stepped closer edging Virgil back into the wall as he whispered in his ear. "Now, do you fear the water?"

"No," Virgil mumbled breathlessly as Logan's hands came in contact with his bare skin. He tossed back his head, trying to steady his breath as he whispered back to Logan. "I grew up around the ocean. I'm not worried about swimming."

"Good." Logan smiled as he wrapped his hand around Virgil's. "Follow me."

Virgil stumbled in the dark as Logan suddenly pulled him forward. Thankfully, Logan seemed to go slower as light disappeared from the corridor around them and Virgil became blind as Logan dragged him along. Warm air drifted up through the chamber, clinging to the walls and making them slick. He'd only just gotten used to Logan’s movements when his lover's hand suddenly tightened around his own and Logan pulled Virgil out in front of him. A subtle light flickered behind him as Logan stepped toward him with hungry eyes and a smile that sent a shiver down Virgil's spine. Logan raised a hand to Virgil's chest as he backed Virgil further into the room.

“I hope you don't mind.” Logan whispered coyly. "We do have one more test for you."

“T-test?” Virgil stuttered, glancing up as the room illuminated from behind him in a soft, blue glow. He glanced over his shoulder and squeaked as he noticed the sudden drop directly behind his foot. His foot slipped as the ground started to crumble under his weight, but a quick hand around his wrist stopped him from dropping into the glowing water below.

“Oh, no. Not yet, dear.” Logan smiled devilishly as he held Virgil close to the ledge. “I am not ready for the beast to take you.”

“The b-beast?” Virgil mumbled, casting a glance down at glowing, blue crests of the waves rippling across the surface of the water. He seized, heart stopping as a dark shadow darted back and forth across the water. "Wait—"

“It has come to my attention that, despite your acute observation skills in regards to other situations—” Logan let of his wrists, letting his hand ghost along Virgil’s bare chest until he hooked Virgil’s chin and tilted his head up. “you seem to remain stubbornly resolute in avoiding seeing the positive aspects of yourself, Virgil.”

“What?” Virgil stared blankly at him, almost forgetting where he was standing until movement in the pool below sent new waves of light dancing across the room.

A dangerous glimmer appeared in Logan’s eyes as he stepped forward, crowding Virgil on the ledge. “The beast is hungry, love. So, tell me. What is it that you bring to this relationship?”

“What?” Virgil's eyes nervously flicked down to the swirling water below, watching the shadow move below the surface of the water. “I don’t know—”

“ I won't be denied, Virgil. I will make you will say something nice about yourself,” Logan's smile softened knowingly as Virgil looked away. Slowly, he raised a hand to Virgil's cheek, raising his gaze up so he could see Logan's sympathetic smile. “but perhaps, we can start with what I see.”

Blue light danced across Logan’s skin as Logan dropped his hand from Virgil’s chin and smiled at the blank look on Virgil’s face. “You are stunning, love, and I would be quite content to keep you around just to be able to stare into your beautiful eyes every morning.”

Virgil's cheeks burned and he was suddenly grateful for the dim lighting in the room to hide his embarrassment as Logan stepped closer.

“But more than that, you have consistently shown yourself to be compassionate, attentive and respectful to everyone around you. You weren't even tempted to take my pelt. Despite how pleasurable touching my pelt must have been for you, your concern for my comfort and safety was more important than how you felt. I am consistently and overwhelmingly impressed by you everyday, love.” Logan smiled patiently. “Your turn, dear.”

“I-I don’t know.” Virgil whispered shyly, dropping his gaze. "I'm not—"

“Just one kind thought about yourself, Virgil.” Logan raised his hand to push Virgil's hair out of his face, staring up at him earnestly. “That’s all I am asking of you.”

A subtle smile twitched at the corner of Virgil’s lips as he stared down at the at the ground, considering Logan's request. “I care, like a lot, about making this work, Lo. Whatever I need to do to make everyone comfortable, I want to make that effort. I-I care about you and Remus—and everyone else.”

“That will suffice for now,” Logan smiled sweetly with a sigh. “but only because I think your proclivity for self-sacrifice is an issue for another night."

“What—” Virgil's question was cut off and his voice cracked abruptly as Logan leaned closer.

His eyes looked to Virgil’s for any sign of hesitation before closing the gap to ghost over Virgil’s lips. Virgil’s breath caught in his throat as the man's hands brushed over his skin to settle on his waist. Logan hovered for a moment as Virgil's heart pounded in his chest with anticipation. Virgil nearly leaned into close the gap, but unexpectedly, Logan lifted his head away slowly. Virgil had only a moment to blink in confusion at Logan's mischievous smile before he felt the man's hands pressing against his waist, tumbling him into the warm water below.

“What the f—” Virgil sputtered, spitting the water out of his mouth as he surfaced.

“Language, Virgil. You’re going to have learn to control that tongue around here—” He chided him haughtily from above, grin widening as he winked down at Virgil. “— for Patton, of course.”

“You’re a b—” Virgil's growled words stopped abruptly, nearly shrieking as something smooth slipped past his foot. He nervously looked up to Logan’s nonchalant grin as he started to move quickly to far edge of the water to pull himself out. Unfortunately, the shadow seemed to read his mind, stopping between him and the shore. “Lo! What's in here with—”

Logan laughed smoothly, walking along the ledge as Virgil started to scramble through the water. “Hurry, Virgil. He's getting impatient.”

“Lo!” Virgil called breathlessly as he searched the light gently emanating from the water, searching for the shadow. “I did what you asked. Why did—”

“I do apologize, love. I must admit that I intentionally misled your expectations to get you to do what I wanted. You see, the beast was never intended to be a punishment,” Logan smiled coyly at Virgil’s blank expression. “He is your reward.”

“What—” Virgil’s confused statement was muffled by the water as a solid force slammed into him from behind. He struggled for a brief second before he recognized Remus’ loud giggle in his ear and he went limp, realizing what had happened. His face soured dramatically as he looked up to see Remus's wet head poking up out of the water. He rolled his eyes, grumbling discontentedly as Remus swam up behind him and slipped his around Virgil's chest from behind, treading water as he held him afloat.

“Oh,” Remus cooed playfully in his ear. "I think I broke him, Lolo."

“I hate you both.” Virgil growled dryly as Remus dragged his limp body to the edge.

Logan smirked, sat down on the ledge so his legs hung over the pool. “Come now, Virgil. I would have thought our little trick was obvious. Remus would hardly disappear this early in the night.”

“He didn't come up for air! How was I supposed to know he wasn't some sort of eldritch tentacle demon?” Virgil sputtered, starting to tread water as he leaned his head back on Remus' bare chest to glare at Logan above them.

“I wish!” Remus growled. The deep vibrations tickled Virgil's neck and Remus grinned as his cheeks reddened. “I can definitely think of a few uses for the extra limbs. I'm sure you would love it, if I could—”

“Stop!” Virgil groaned, his blush deepening as Remus purred into his neck. “If you dare finish that thought, I’ll—”

“Oh, scary boy!” Remus teased, curling around him. “I love it when you get feral, lover boy.”

“I will bite you—” Virgil growled, trying to squirm out of Remus' grip.

“Kinky." Remus giggled louder as he squeezed Virgil tightly.

Virgil’s groan turned into a whine. “Logan, help…”

Logan’s smooth chuckle rung out above them as Virgil turned up to see his face glowing from the gentle, blue light of the water. Virgil’s breath caught in his throat as he found himself staring at Logan’s shirtless figure in the dark.

Fuck.

Virgil shifted backward. The skin of his back brushed Remus’ bare chest, sending a shiver down his spine as he thought about Remus pressed against his back. A small rush of insecurity swept over him as he considered his own body and he quickly broke eye contact with Logan.

Logan raised an eyebrow as he noticed Virgil’s shift in expression. The heat in Virgil’s cheeks burned, but thankfully Logan didn’t seem inclined to bring it up. He simply smiled down at Virgil. “I believe it is in your best interest to allow you to fight your own battles, but if you need Re to relax on his teasing, all you need to do is tell him.”

“Wait, what?” Remus immediately backed away and swam around to the front of Virgil. “Am I bothering—”

“No—” Virgil held his hands up apologetically. “You’re good. I'm just, um, not used to this much attention, especially not from, uh—”

Remus raised an eyebrow at Virgil as his head dipped back down. He couldn't resist swimming closer to him with concern in his eyes, wrapping a hand around Virgil's wrist. “From what?”

Virgil's face flushed and suddenly he was grateful for the steam rising off the water around him so the Remus could excuse the embarrassing shade of red his face was turning. He dipped his head, biting his lip as Remus continued to stare at him expectantly. “Please don’t make me say it, Re.”

“Say what—” Remus asked, confused.

“Virgil finds your appearance pleasurable, dearest.” Logan stated nonchalantly from above them, smiling devilishly as Virgil glared up at him. “You have to be gentle so you do not overwhelm our new—”

Virgil interrupted his casual statement with a loud groan, sinking deeper into the water as his face lit up a bright red. “I'm just going to sink into oblivion now.”

Remus was almost purring as he swam around him and caught Virgil as he attempted to sink into the water. He curled his arms around Virgil’s waist from behind him, preventing him from sinking in embarrassment. His gentle breaths pressed against Virgil’s back, and despite his show of mock anger, he couldn't help shivering pleasantly as Remus whispered in his ear. “Aww, he likes me.”

“Of course, I do,” Virgil whispered breathlessly, before flashing a mock glare at Logan. “It's the other idiot that has me questioning my taste.”

Logan’s cocky smile didn’t falter for a moment. He dipped his head with a coy glimmer in his eyes as his mussed hair dropped down slightly over his eyes. “To be fair, I didn’t make you say anything.”

Virgil’s heart jumped in his chest as his mock anger threatened to immediately melt away at the mere sight of Logan’s soft look of innocence, but he forced himself to steel the last of his quickly fading resistance and mutter a few defensive words. “I didn’t mean for you to tell him.”

“I’d tell you to be clearer with your intentions,” Logan hummed playfully. “but to be honest, giving Remus a reason to wrap you up in his arms was well worth the deliberately misinterpreting your words.”

Virgil grumbled defiantly as Remus chuckled in his ear. He was nearly so caught up in Remus’ breath on his neck that he almost missed the small splash in front of them as Logan dropped off the ledge into the water next to them. Virgil's breath suddenly caught in his throat as Remus pressed tightened against his back. He barely had a moment to adjust before Logan’s hands hooked his hips. Logan’s wet hair brushed Virgil’s forehead, sending waves of pleasure down Virgil’s spine as they held him between them. Remus snuggled his head into the crook of his neck and Virgil couldn’t help but shiver as Logan whispered in his ear.

“Are you ready, love?”

“R-ready?” Virgil flushed as his voice cracked and he looked up as the blue light from the water flickered chaotically in Logan’s eyes.

Logan’s smooth laugh filled his ears as adrenaline flooded Virgil’s body. “Relax, dear one. We are merely going to swim a little deeper into the cave system.”

Virgil paused, looking up to Logan in confusion. He glanced around the cave. All four walls glimmered in the glow of the light from the water and he couldn’t see any other exits. “Where—”

“We’re going underground, pet.” Remus growled in his ear.

“Underground?” Virgil couldn’t help but glance down nervously as the dark water below them.

"Do not be alarmed, love." Logan whispered a smirk. “The swim to our destination only takes a few minutes. ”

“A few minutes—” Virgil muttered, frantically looking between his lovers as they smiled playfully down at him “We won't be able to breathe.”

“Funny thing about being seals part time—” Remus giggled in his ear. “—we actually can hold our breath for a quite a long time.”

“But I'll drown—” Virgil’s heart jumped on his chest as Remus chuckled in his ear and he pleaded with them, nervous that his soulmates were not taking his concerns seriously. "I can't go. I won't have enough breath—"

“Well, damn.” Logan whispered coyly, raising his hand to Virgil’s cheek. Virgil’s skin tingled and he closed his eyes as Logan's thumb brushed his jaw. “I guess we will have to share.”

Virgil’s eyelids fluttered in confusion as he looked up into Logan's eyes. “What?”

Logan chuckled and Virgil could almost feel Remus grin on his shoulder as Logan leaned his face in closer. Virgil’s heart fluttered as Logan's lips brushed his and the selkie whispered once more.

“Share my breath, love.”

A soft gasp escaped Virgil as Logan's lips gently connected with his own. Remus' grip tightened around his chest as Virgil’s body went limp. Virgil's mind went blank as air flooded his lungs. The strange sensation of his air suddenly expanding in his lungs was so overwhelming he nearly didn’t notice Logan pulling back.

“Fuck, Lo—” Virgil blinked up at Logan, bleary-eyed as feeling came back to his body.

Logan smiled fondly at Virgil out-of-breath expression as Remus squeezed him gently. “Are you okay, Virgil?”

Virgil nodded wearily, glancing back at Remus. The small smile curled on Remus sent warmth spreading across Virgil’s chest as he curled into his gentle support. “What did you just do, Lo?”

“He connected your breathing, lover boy.” Remus' dulcet voice resonated soothingly against Virgil’s neck as he breathed deeply. “Now if Lolo can breathe, so can you.”

“What—really?” Virgil perked up, looking up at Logan.

Logan’s eyes glimmered chaotically as he smiled. His head hovered just above the water as he Remus suddenly chuckled in his ear. “Oh yeah. It's a kinky, little trick Lolo can do that has plenty of of other—”

“Remus—” Logan smirked as he chided Remus softly

Remus' mustache twitched Virgil could feel the feral energy as his eyes fixated on Logan. Virgil's breath caught in his throat as Remus' hands moved from his chest, drifting down to Virgil’s waist. Caught up in the movement of Remus' hands, Virgil almost missed the subtle, shimmer of a challenge in Logan’s eyes as Remus grew restless behind him.

“You can’t be upset with my teasing when you’re the one playing the exhibitionist, Lolo.” Remus grinned mischievously at Logan.

Logan’s lips curled into a smile as he feigned innocence “I am certain I don’t known what you mean, Re.”

“Yeah right, and I really am an eldritch tentacle demon.” Remus growled playfully. “See I can lie too, Lolo.”

Curiously, Virgil leaned up off Remus chest as energy started to return to his body. “What’s he mean, Lo?”

“Admittedly, the kiss was not strictly necessary for me to pass my breath to you.” Logan admitted sheepishly. “I may have been acting up the ritual a bit, but to be fair, seeing you in Remus’ arms simply made the opportunity too tempting to pass up, especially given the added benefit of drawing a reaction out of Re.”

“Bastard.” Remus giggled, loosening his grip on Virgil’s waist as he spun Virgil around to face him. His hands left Virgil’s waist and he reached up to curl his fingers around the back of Virgil’s head. The tips of Remus’ fingers pulled gently at Virgil’s hair as he leaned down, pausing as he waited for Virgil’s affirmation. After a quick smile from Virgil, Remus pulled Virgil into a kiss, a deep purr resonating his chest as Virgil let out a soft moan against his lips. Remus movements were subtle as Virgil leaned flush against Remus' chest. The warm water lapped against his back as he melted into his soulmate’s arms. He was suddenly grateful for the additional breathing capacity as Remus gently rested his hands on his waist.

“Are you ready, lover boy?”

Virgil nodded subtly as Remus gently brushed his hair out of his face.

“Good,” Remus whispered. “So, here’s what's going to happen. Lolo and I going to dive down first, and you can join us whenever you’re ready. After that, you just try to get a grip on my fur and let me do all the work.”

Virgil giggled, feeling light as a feather as Remus winked at him and nuzzled his neck. “You mean your pelt?”

Remus smiled down at him with an endearingly crooked grin. “Not this time, kid. We're going au naturel for this trip.”

A jolt of adrenaline pulled him out of his daze and his eyes shot up to Remus, feeling a sudden burn on his cheeks. “Wait— Wait. I don't think—”

“Relax, Virgil.” Logan smooth voice resonated behind him and Virgil shivered pleasantly as Logan’s fingertips drifted down his back. “Re's teasing you. He simply means that him and I will be using our alternative forms to ensure we reach our destination in a timely matter.”

Virgil relaxed slightly as he glanced over his shoulder at Logan. “Seals?”

“Yes, dearest.” Logan cooed as his hands drifted down to Virgil’s hips. “if that is acceptable to you.”

Virgil closed his eyes and hummed his affirmation as he eased in their grip. He smiled closing his eyes as he focused on his lovers' gentle touches.

“Alright,” Logan curled around his shoulder to give him a peck on the cheek. "whenever you are ready, Virgil."

Virgil left out a breath as his soulmates’ hands fell away from him and he heard a soft plop next to him as they disappeared under the water. He stayed there for a moment, breathing in the hot air as he listened to the movement of the caves around him.

When he finally opened his eyes, he was alone, staring into the underground of the mountain as the glowing reflection of the water danced on the ceiling. Virgil sat hypnotized by the soothing movement of the light around him. His body and soul had never know this level of peace before. He felt entirely at peace and safe as the warm water settles deep in his bones. He could feel years of aches and pains that seem to release at the gentle massage of the water moving around him and he smiled to himself, barely willing to believe his new reality.

Virgil raised a hand to his cheek, wiping away tears of release at the simplicity of his existence here. The gift of being allowed to heal without feeling the need to constantly watch over his shoulder was a weight off of his shoulders that he never guessed he would have been allowed. He was quiet for a long moment, deep in gratitude before a familiar feeling of fur brushed his toes and he smiled, remembering where he was meant to be. With a quick breath, he ducked beneath the water. He stretched his hands out one by one, pulling them back toward his chest as he propelled himself deeper into the water.

A sudden rush of water moved around him as a shadow shot past him. Virgil paused, staring at the shadow circling back to him when he felt a nudge. He glanced down to spotted, silver head popped up next to him and the darker seal stopped in front of him. He had only a moment to adjust to the sight of his lovers' new forms before the silver seal began nudging his hand toward the dark seal's pelt.

Virgil glanced up at the surface, still in disbelief that his lungs were not already screaming for air. Slowly, at the silver seal's insistence, he wrapped his arms around the dark seal, securing a grip on the front flippers and holding tight as the powerful tail sent them surging forward. Despite the warmth of the water, he shivered as they dove deeper into the water and the subtle light from above disappeared.

The next few minutes felt like an eternity as they passed through darkness. Remus was beneath him and he could feel Logan's movement in the water as he danced around them, but despite the fact that his lungs were still full of air, anxiety began prickling under his skin as their trek continued through the darkness. Years of evolutionary instinct rebelled against his conscious mind as he clung tight to the body underneath him. His mind only finally started to settle as he felt Remus push them up to ascended in the water. Buoyancy started to take over and he let go of Remus to push himself up and break the surface of the water. He only had a moment of reprieve before one arm curled around his waist and another covered his eyes.

“No peeking, pretty boy.” Remus growled playfully in his ear as he started to drag him toward the shallows.

Virgil smiled, happy to let himself to float along in Remus’ arms as they moved through the water. A few moments later he felt soft sand under his toes as they neared the shore and he drew in a short breath as Remus stopped.

“You did so well, love.” Logan’s hand came to rest on Virgil’s cheek as he leaned close enough to taste Virgil’s breath. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m a bit tied up at the moment.” Virgil smirked as Remus giggled and tightened his grip on him.

“The swim did not make you nervous?” Logan pressed, his voice soft but serious.

“A little—” Virgil admitted as his cheeks turned a light pink. “—but I trusted you guys.”

“Good,” Logan whispered, raising his other hand to cup Virgil’s face. “and seeing our other forms, that did not disturb you?”

Virgil paused as silence hung between them, try to process the meaning of Logan’s words. “Why would that disturb me?”

Logan let out a half-hearted chuckle as he ran a finger along Virgil’s jaw. “I must admit I worried that it wouldn't truly set in your mind that Remus and I are selkies until you saw our other forms in person."

“No—You're beautiful in both forms—” Virgil sputtered out quickly, unsettled by the tremor in Logan's voice. “—in different ways obviously, but I—”

Virgil quieted as Logan’s hands tensed on his jaw. He smiled and took a slow breath as he brought a hand up to hid own cheek, interlacing his fingers with Logan’s.

“It was magical, Lo.” He whispered softly, smiling as he squeezed Logan’s hand. “Really, it was amazing to see more of you and Remus.”

There was a brief pause as Virgil waited blindly for Logan's response. He'd nearly started to continue his clumsy explanation when he felt Logan’s lips press against his own. The brief kiss was made more intense by the Remus’ hand covering his eyes, leaving him breathless as Logan pulled back He was deep in his own bliss as Logan let out a relieved sigh.

“You are perfect, dear one.” Logan whispered. His voice was deep, resonated with fondness as he leaned into Virgil’s chest.

Virgil flushed red at the praise and he barely managed to stutter out a response as Remus purred contentedly in his ear. “I'm not—"

“Hush,” Logan cooed, running finger down the side of Virgil's face to stop at his lips. “Perfect.”

“Okay.” Virgil whispered shyly, unable to deny Logan’s persistence.

Remus chuckled in his ear as Virgil slackened complacently in his arms. “Alrighty, honor system time. Keep your eyes closed until I say so. Got it?, lover boy?”

Virgil nodded slowly, keeping his promise as Remus lifted his hand from his eyes. He felt Remus shift behind him, and his face suddenly flushed as Remus swept his legs out from underneath him. Instinctively, he reached his arms around Remus' neck clinging to the man as he carried him bridal style out of the water.

Anticipation prickled along his skin as a cool draft passed over him and he shivered, already missing the warm water. Fortunately, his discomfort was short-lived as a large, fluffy towel was draped over him and his feet were placed gently on the ground. His eyes fluttered as he struggled to contain his own curiosity, but the darkness quickly returned as a dry cloth was pulled over his eyes and a blindfold was tied around the back of his head.

“Almost there, love.” Logan voice drifted up from behind him as his hands drifted down Virgil;s back, guiding him forward.

Another arm wrapped around his shoulder as he was guided up the shore until the soft sand turn to stone. He breathed in the warm air around him, nervous with anticipation as he cautiously proceeded forward. They'd only walked a short distance when his foot came down on something moist and soft. He gasped and pulled back at the sudden unexpected texture.

“It’s all good, lover boy.” Remus giggled, taking him by his hand as he led him forward. “I know you’re dying to get down and dirty, but the mud is the least of your worries.”

“You only wish I was that easy.” Virgil smirked as he cautiously took a few steps forward, feeling the strange sensation of the soft, warm ground beneath him.

Remus hummed excitedly in his ear. “Looks like boy's got some bite now that he’s getting comfortable."

“I'd comment on the biting if I wasn’t afraid you'd actually be into that.” Virgil teased back with a coy smirk.

“You have no idea, pretty boy. Unfortunately, I’ll have to stow my kinks for now,” Remus whispered with a chuckle as he raised his hands to Virgil’s waist, gently stopping him in place as he pressed up against Virgil's back. “I'll have to settle for blowing your mind.”

Virgil's breath caught in his throat at Remus’ statement. He felt his cheeks begin to burn a bright red as he stuttered out a few words. “W-what do you—”

He hadn't even finished the thought when he felt hands between his head undoing his blindfold. The fabric fell away from his eyes and he blinked as eyes adjusted to the dark. When his vision finally cleared, his mouth dropped open as he stared into the cavern.

The ground of the cave was covered in soft, green moss. Along the path they’d taken, Virgil could see various fungi and algae thriving in the moist air. The area was covered in life and and color. Even between the various collections of growth stood huge crystal deposits, some of which well over the height of his knees that reflected the vibrance of the undergrowth below, giving the room magical aura of swirling color. The brilliant variety of colors could have held his gaze for hours, if not for the fact that his eyes were immediately drawn up to the ceiling. A gentle, green glow emanated from the clusters of points on the cave walls. Dozens of points of lights sparkled down from above like stars in the night sky, gently illuminating the beautiful variety of plant life along the path. He stood breathless staring up at the wondrous sight before him until his eyes drifted down to the clearing before him. His heart warmed at the sight of a blanket spread out on the ground before him.

“Do you like it?” Logan asked quietly, coming up behind him.

“It's magical.” Virgil whispered breathlessly still unable to tear his eyes from the beautiful sight in front of him.

“Actually, love.” Logan chuckled at Virgil’s still awed expression. “Besides the natural magic emanated from the island, this place is completely untouched by our magic.”

“How?”

“Lolo made it himself.” Remus giggled, jostling him out of his stupor.

Logan’s smile turned sheepish as Virgil looked to him curiously. “You made this?”

“Well, to say that I made anything here seems inaccurate. I merely transplanted the different species I found pleasurable from other places on the island and tend to them.” Logan stated matter-of-factly, though Virgil could hear a flutter of pride in his words as he spoke.

“Logan, it's amazing.” Virgil’s heart warmed as an adorably, shy smile appeared on usually overconfident selkie’s face.

“It is a simple ga—”

“Just take the compliment, dork.” Remus gushed as he hooked a hand around Logan’s waist and tucked a kiss into his neck. A fond smile spread across his face as Logan leaned into him as his mustache tickled his lover’s neck. “Not everyone could even keep this glowy shit alive, let alone bring it all together here like you did.”

Logan took a breath, leaning his forehead into the side of Remus’ jaw as Remus’ arm curled around his waist. Virgil's heart fluttered at the sight as he found himself staring at the wonderfully soft expression on Remus’ face as he supported Logan. Even as Logan looked up at him, his attention was so focused he nearly didn’t catch the words that passed his lips as he whispered up at Virgil.

“There's a nook on the far wall, if you would like to change into something dry.” Logan’s comfortable smile drew his attention as his grey-blue eyes flickered in the glow of the bioluminescent growth around them. “I left you some spare clothes that seemed of adequate size and style for your taste.”

“What?” Virgil blinked in confusion as his vision turned down to Logan.

Logan chuckled at Virgil’s confusion as Remus closed his eyes and curled around him. “Considering how humans tend to value modesty, I assumed you would prefer privacy to change so I arranged that for you.”

“I—No, I do,” Virgil glanced over his shoulder to the far wall as he struggled to find the right words. “Should I—”

“Go ahead, lover boy.” Remus purred, glancing up from Logan’s neck to grin crookedly at Virgil. “You won't miss anything. We'll wait for you.”

Virgil smiled and nodded, biting his lip as he backed away. He was already anxious to return as he turned to nimbly avoid the thriving plant life underneath him. Behind the small rock formation, he managed to squint through the soft glow of the purple mushrooms that had found their home between the walls and locate the package Logan left for him. In front of him a small leather pouch was laid out on the stones. He glanced over his shoulder, scrambling to dry off before he picked up the small bag to break the wax waterproofing seal on the bag.

Virgil froze as he reached his hand in the bag and felt the soft fabric meet his fingers. He paused, quickly wiping his hand off on his towel before delicately pulling the silk, purple shirt and narrow black pants out of the bag. Despite spending well over a month acclimating to Logan’s expensive tastes, Virgil couldn’t help the way his skin crawled with guilt at handling the material, but he didn't exactly have another option, so he carefully placed them on leather pouch as he finished drying himself.

Once he'd finally changed, he glanced down at himself, feeling the fabric move gently with him. The pants clung gently to his legs and the shirt billowed nicely as he moved. Fiddling as he attempted to tie the collar, he couldn’t help but feel Logan's choice to of a shirt with such a low neckline was intentional. Virgil sighed and tried to relax in the comfortable clothing. He knew Logan wouldn’t have given him anything he didn't want him to have, but Virgil struggled to shake the feeling that there clothes were something he should even be allowed to touch, let alone wear. He shook his hands, trying to gently work his anxiety out of his body before he stepped out to reunite with his soulmates.

Gods. How is this even real?

He let out a long exhale, pacing back and forth as he flapped his hands. He was nervous and excited as he gave himself one last look over, and admittedly, even if the feeling of the high-quality silk was something he'd have to get used to, he had to admit he was really digging the purple.

I look good.

It was an unfamiliar thought, but he felt a light flutter in his chest at the subtle enjoyment he got from seeing himself even from his limited perspective. He smiled and with a long exhale, he finally ducked out from behind the rock and made his way back to his soulmates. Almost immediately he was stopped in his tracks as he spotted his soulmates, fully changed, and laying together in the clearing. Somehow, in only a few short minutes of his absence, they'd managed to curl up into each other on the blanket while they were waiting for him.

Virgil's steps slowed and he paused, staring down at them. The dark, blue blanket they were laying on was nearly black in the dim, emerald light of the bioluminescent flora on the ceiling. Remus laid on his side, face resting his hand as he stared adoringly down at Logan laying on back in front of him. Logan's eyes were closed as Remus' fingertips drifted up and down Logan’s chest. Virgil smiled as he watched Remus’ lips moving as he whispered gently into Logan’s ear. Virgil was so caught up staring he almost didn’t notice Remus glance up at him with a playful glimmer in his eyes.

“Well, well. you clean up nice, pretty boy.” Remus purred as Logan opened his eyes and tried to blink away the haze of comfort to lift himself to his elbows to look at Virgil.

“I—uh, I just—” Virgil stuttered, feeling suddenly nervous as both of his new lovers stared up at him with an intensity in their eyes.

“The purple suits you, Virgil.” Logan whispered affectionately as he sat up, staring at Virgil with a sultry smile.

Virgil felt his cheeks burn for what he assumed to be the thousandth time that night as he turned his head down to tug at his sleeve. “Thanks—uh, I appreciate you letting me borrowing these.”

“I think you need to keep them, love.” Logan whispered, still staring as he crossed his legs and gestured for Virgil to come lay in front of him.

“Hottie's got a body!” Remus called, cackling manically as he reached up at Virgil.

“You’re the worst.” Embarrassed, Virgil muttered as his face reddened and he buried it into his towel as he approached. He stepped closer, allowing Remus to take his hand and pull him down next to them. “I can't—I can’t keep them though."

“But you look so good!” Remus cooed as he pulled Virgil closer. "You have to keep them. Otherwise, how will I ever get the chance to tear them off of you."

Virgil groaned and Remus rolled onto his back laughing as Virgil's blush deepened on his cheeks.

“What Re says is true.” Logan stated plainly, gesturing for Virgil to lay his head in his lap. “You do look exceptional in those clothes. I do think it would benefit us all if you would consider keeping them.”

“I-I can't accept them.” Virgil stuttered, siting down as Logan winked at him. He smiled nervously as Logan reached over and pulled his head down into the pillow he had placed in his lap. He settled in, getting comfortable as Remus wrapped his arms tightly around him. “They’re too expensive. I can't—”

Logan looked down at Virgil in his lap with a smirk. “You do not even know what they cost, love.”

Virgil avoided his gaze nervously. “I-I can feel it, Lo.”

“Would it ease your mind to know that I received them at no cost to myself?” Logan smiled patiently as he looked down at Virgil, brushing his hair out of his face. He didn’t falter as Virgil looked up at him suspiciously.

“He's telling the truth, Virge,” Remus giggled as he looked fondly up at Logan. "Lolo's never paid for a thing in his life."

“What?” Virgil glanced down Remus whose arms and legs were gradually starting to entangle around him.

“I tend to receive a lot of gifts.” Logan smiled shyly as Virgil looked up at him. He tipped his head down as he rested his hands on Virgil’s temples massaging them gently.

“From who?” Virgil almost moaned as Logan’s touch.

“I—This island is along a trade route and often we have groups of merchants transporting their goods stop here.” Logan blushed as he ran his fingers through Virgil’s hair, massaging his scalp.

Virgil scrunched his face as looked up at Logan, barely able to focus as Logan massaged his head. “I thought you guys didn't interact with humans.”

“Typically, no. Roman doesn’t even allow us near the beaches during the day, and even then, we’re almost never there in our human forms.” Logan whispered as he combed through Virgil’s hair. “However, as a matter of necessity, there are a few trade ships whose routes regularly pass our island that we've established a bond with in order to secure necessary supplies we are unable to procure for ourselves.”

Virgil blinked in confusion as he looked up at Logan. “What does that have to do with receiving gifts?”

“The sailors think they’re going to get lucky with Lolo, if they bring him enough stuff.” Remus wiggled his eyebrows at Virgil as he chuckled.

“Despite my repeated attempts to convey that I am in a committed relationship, the men seem intent on tempting me away from Remus,” Logan shrugged, massaging Virgil’s jaw and neck as he continued. “and though I do not wish to encourage the behavior, I see no harm in accepting the gifts they bring me.”

"And you're okay with this?" He glanced down at Remus curiously.

"If these men think they get to Lolo through gifts, they're idiots." Remus purred, contentedly staring up at Logan. "If you want to win Lolo's heart, you need to show him how far you're willing to go for him. You have to be willing to go for him. Be willing to go deep diving into the caves to help him find a new species of mushroom—" Remus giggled, looking down at Virgil with a smirk. "—or be willing to trust him enough to not even think twice about swimming into the underwater tunnels of the island so he can show you his favorite project."

Virgil smiled, honored as Logan's soft gaze fell on him and he gently moved to massage Virgil's neck.

Remus chuckled as Virgil caught on to him implying that he had already captured Logan's heart and he grinned up at Logan's soft expression. "So, no. I'm not really worried those simple sailors are going to tempt Lolo away, and if they try to force something, Lolo knows he has my blessing to tear out their throat with his bare teeth."

"I love you, Re."

Virgil smiled at the adoration passing between them, almost sighing as Logan’s fingers worked at the tension deep in his neck. “So, you really didn’t pay for these?”

“No, nor would they fit me.” Logan smiled peacefully. “Your slight frame is almost a perfect fit, so you might as well take them, Virgil. You would be doing me a favor by taking them.”

“Thank you.” Virgil whispered quietly.

“You are most welcome, love.” Logan whispered fondly.

“I also—” Virgil smiled nervously. He yawned as he relaxed into Remus' touch while Logan continued to massage away his stress. “I just—thank you both for everything. This is amazing to see and I appreciate you bringing me to a spot that clearly means so much to you.”

“I made this place because missed seeing the stars.” Logan admitted sadly, smiling down at Virgil. “It does not have the exact effect that I would prefer, but certainly it has its own curiosities, and it as offered me a lot of comfort in the last few years.”

“Why can't you go see the stars?” Virgil looked up as Logan’s hands stopped moving.

“I can sometimes, but Re and I grew up sleeping under the stars. We saw them every night,” Logan whispered, smiling as Remus’ eyes peeked up at him. “but here, Roman has strict rules about being above ground, especially when it comes to forming any sort of pattern of behavior.”

“That doesn’t seem fair.” Virgil muttered tiredly, looking up at him with blurry vision.

“He has his reasons—”

“The first reason is he's a little bitch—"

“Remus—It’s not Roman’s fault.” Logan sighed. “If anyone is to blame, I would think I am responsible.”

“It's not you fault either, Lolo.” Remus whispered, taking Logan’s hand. “You couldn’t help what happened.”

“What? “ Virgil asked, looking between their soft expressions. He continued to stare until Logan finally tore his eyes sway to look down at Virgil.

“Our movements have been limited since we were forced to break off and become out own pod. Selkie pelts are worth a fortune, and gathering all five of ours could set a human for life twice over.” Logan smiled sadly. “Most selkie pods protect themselves through numbers. Some pods have well over one hundred members, which means constant patrols to give early warning if danger approaches. Since there are only four of us capable of keeping watch, we have to rely primarily on staying hidden, hence Roman’s rules.”

“I don’t know if I deserve all of this, but thank you, Lo.” Virgil whispered. “I appreciate how far you’ve gone out of your way to make me comfortable tonight.”

“You deserve it all, lover boy.” Remus muttered breathlessly in his ear and Virgil smiled at the half-dazed look of determination on Remus’ face.

Logan smiled at him, reaching over his shoulder to grab another blanket he spread it out over Remus and Virgil before moving to slide in on Virgil’s other side. “You had a stressful day, love. Meeting with Janus took a lot of emotional energy and we’re happy to help you recover.”

“Thank you.” Virgil trembled, feeling grateful tears in his eyes as Remus grip tightened on his waist.

“What’s wrong, love?” Logan’s hand reached up to Virgil’s cheek and he smiled as Virgil leaned into his touch.

"I don't know if I can stay awake." Virgil whispered guiltily, clenching his eyes shut. “but I'm not ready for this to end.”

“Oh, dear one.” Logan whispered as he gently kissed Virgil’s forehead as his hand drifted down to wrap around Virgil’s neck. “Just because tonight is ending does not mean any of this is going away. You have many nights just like this to look forward to.”

“You’re stuck with us, punk.” Remus tired growl resonated against his back as his arm tightened protectively around his waist.

“We are never going to stop adoring you, Virgil.” Logan whispered fondly, leaning his forehead down to Virgil’s as his breathing began to slow. "You can count on that.

Virgil smiled as his chest warmed with the gentle love surrounding him from both sides as his soulmates held him tightly. Finally, he let out a breath he hadn’t realized he'd been holding and eased in his lovers’ arms. Happy tears fell from his face as he settled into the comfort of the warm blanket between his lovers. It was only a few minutes before he settled into a peaceful sleep knowing he was deeply, deeply loved.

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Modern!Jaskier x Reader Ship Meme

Prompts taken from this ship meme

Which one texts like a straight white boy?: Of course it would have to be our resident white boy. It isn’t even that he necessarily means to, there’s just an embarrassing amount of overlap between the messages a straight white boy tends to text, and those of your rising star boyfriend. You’d look more into it if it weren’t for the fact that you know there’s no actual malice in it, and because it’s just so sad that it’s funny. If one were to go into the photos saved on your phone, they would’ve surely come upon an entire album of screenshots you’d taken over the years, from when Jaskier would be on tour without you to when he’d just be resting at home while you were out at work. Things like: “Wat r u up to 2nit, cutie? ;)” “I’m probably just gonna play whatever’s on my Watch Later backlog on youtube until I conk out.” “Wild!!! anyway wat would u do if i was there rn~?” Or “Do u miss me? :(” “Of course I do ya dingus!” “Ok....Can we do a quickie over videochat?” “Jas i’m at the store.” “The point still stands.” Or “Watcha thinkin bout? ;)” “About how The Great Gatsby becoming public domain means there’s nothing stopping anyone from making a drag show interpretation called The Gay Dragsby.” “Aaww w/o me? ;)” “...” “WAIT NO I THOUGT YOU’D SAY YOU WERE THINKING ABOUT ME SHIT NO.” “BUT ACTUALLY DO GO ON IM KINDA INTERESTD.” If it were anybody else, you would’ve blocked them. But this wasn’t anybody else. It was your Jaskier: Your foolhardy, constantly horny, but never-short-of-loving Jaskier. And besides, not for nothing, at least they were something you could get a laugh out of.

Which one cried during a fucking Disney movie?: Once again, Jaskier is the guilty party. It’s no secret that he’s the more emotional of the two of you -- he wore his investment in Titanic with pride, after all. But it is a secret that the particular Disney movie to make him cry was Hercules of all things! Not Bambi, not The Lion King, not even Beauty and the Beast, but goddamn Hercules! (On another note, he also cried to Coco. But that barely counts: Literally everyone and their mother has cried during Coco. The only difference here was that Jaskier could relate to being a young man so in love with music while coming from a family that discouraged the pursuit of it.) This isn’t a knock on anyone who enjoys the movie, mind you, but let’s be honest: Out of the Disney animated canon, Hercules isn’t exactly the most . . . emotionally cathartic or heart-string-plucking of the bunch. But just because it didn’t go out of its way to create a crying frenzy doesn’t mean that it’s lacking in some humanity. It is, after all, still a Disney film. The problem is, Jaskier can’t even quite express why it made him cry the night you both decided to watch it. Maybe it had something to do with a young man most people took as a joke trying to achieve greatness? And to be fair, “Go the Distance (Reprise)” and “A Star is Born” differently when you’ve done some growing . . .

Who put a goddamned fork in the microwave?: It only happened once, but you’d never let him live it down. You like to joke that you’d left him to his own devices for just fifteen minutes so that you could take a shower -- of which was completely true -- and that was all he needed for things to go downhill. Nobody wants to think they’d be in the wrong for trusting a 20-something year-old to not be his usually somewhat distractable self. But that particular day, said 20-something year-old decided to occupy that little spot of time to himself with TV and a plate of leftovers. And normally this would’ve been fine and dandy. But normally, Jaskier would’ve just waited for the food to heat before searching for something to watch. It shouldn’t have been too big of an issue that it went the other way around that day, but apparently it was. As much as he wanted to (which honestly wasn’t by much), Jaskier just couldn’t tear his eyes away from the images flashing on the TV. The baby blues were set on the screen the entire while -- up until he heard a faint popping. Followed by a sound he normally only heard in a cheesy sci-fi movie. The problem was, he wasn’t watching anything even remotely science-fiction-y . . . All you were doing when you exited the bathroom was going to grab your lotion. That was literally all you had any expectations for. What you hadn’t expected to come upon was your boyfriend, hollering and diving over the sofa in order to scramble into the kitchen and stop that strange, not-good-sounding sound. Suffice to say, you had to put your shower on hold; it simply had to wait for you to finish fussing, then again for you to finish laughing your ass off. And again because if you entered the shower still laughing, you’d probably slip and break your head open and then Jaskier would have to deal with another possible emergency caused by himself.

Who does the silly hands-over-the-eyes “Guess who?” thing?: You can both be guilty of it, but Jaskier without a doubt does it more. Sometimes he’ll emerge from “his cave” (aka the little nook in the apartment where he likes to mess around and write lyrics or arrangements) on a break and catch an unsuspecting you sitting on the couch or at the dinner table. Other times, it could just be when he comes back from running some errands or doing a quick interview at the local radio station. You don’t mind it much . . . Especially since you can get a rise out of him by purposefully guessing the wrong person. (“Hmmm . . . Could it be . . . my mail-order husband? Boy, that was quick. And all the way from Russia, too . . .” “Uh, no.” “The milkman, finally accepting my invitation to commence a torrid love affair?” “Okay, you know damn well -- ” “Or better yet: My hopes and dreams have manifested, oh, Waluigi, could it really and truly be you!?” “What in the absolute fuck --”)

Who puts their cold hands/feet on their partner?: Because it’s usually himself who presents as being the more mischievous of the two, and because he tends to run the warmest, it always shocks Jaskier when you decide to play dirty and put your cold limbs all over him. Is it childish? Yes. But are his reactions to the sudden feeling of icy flesh hilarious? Also yes. You love to creep up on him when he’s tuning his guitar or scribbling down lyrics, or just minding his own damn business by trying to actually turn in relatively early for once. You love even more to watch him jolt and release the most high-pitched yip a man of his build could ever even joke about making. You’ll still be laughing about it as he scowls at you, cursing your “ghoul hands” and demanding to know if he’s dating a corpse at this point. Of course, no matter how peeved he might be, you can always count on one other thing from his dramatic reactions: Him huffily grabbing your hands into his own and rubbing them warm, or him forcing a park of fuzzy socks on your feet. And just for extra measure, you can be sure that he’ll spend the rest of the night holding you close or cuddling you -- “For exchanging bodily heat purposes,” he will always reason.

Who had that embarrassing reality TV marathon?: You both are guilty of it, actually. The question should really be, who is the least shameful about it. As with most things regarding a lack of shame, it was, of course, our dear Jaskier. Being a musician with a growing following, the little attention whore just can’t miss out on an opportunity to show himself off to his awaiting public. A rising star with relatability and a taste for trash? People eat that shit up! So you’ve learned to be less surprised every time he decides to liveblog himself watching things like Love Island or any of the 90-Day Fiancee spin-offs. In fact, in more recent times, you’ve come to join in with him, adding your own corresponding Tweets and commentary. Though don’t be too shocked once he starts holding polls and letting the public decide what show the two of you should watch next.

Who laughs more during sex?: You do, completely through Jaskier’s own efforts. Jaskier’s always had a pretty lax view of sex. This didn’t change when he met you, of course, but how he specifically portrayed that laxness did undergo some metamorphosis. Before, the entertainer was much more intent on his bedroom experiences being a display of power and an ability to please. Something dramatic and to be taken seriously. He still sees the importance of satisfaction in the bedroom, mind you, but with you, he can’t help but feel more . . . comfortable. With you, it’s a little more okay if he accidentally makes a dumb noise that in no way can be salvaged as sexy. With you, it’s a little more okay if he struggles to get his or your pants off, or if he struggles with removing your bra. And with you, he’s come to find that he’s a lot more okay with sharing a giggle or being a little more loose about things. It’s fine if your fingers tickle him or if he struggles to think of something proper dirty. But it’s even more fine if you think something he says or does makes you laugh, but not in a way that discredits his efforts. When you laugh, it shows that you’re comfortable with him. Comfortable enough to be with him, and be truly vulnerable. So do forgive him if he can’t help but run his fingers up your sides in a tickling fashion, or sloppily string together an innuendo. He simply loves how golden your laughter sounds, even in the throes of passion, intermingled with sweet whimpers and pleas of his name. How the heave of your chest and rippling of your tummy bumpily sync in with the rhythm of his thrusts . . . He just wants to see your smile, your genuine mirth, and bask in it with you. Besides, it serves as excellent song inspiration for him . . .

Who is the little spoon?: It depends on the sway of the day, really. As a whole, you both take turns without much thought simply because you tend to just fall into your positions. Some days, you just happen to lay into him in a way that makes you the little spoon. Other days, he conks out next to you in a manner that most could consider would make you the big spoon (or jet pack). Neither side really fights how it plays out unless one or the other may feel small and vulnerable, or just plain tired and in need of comfort. You often find yourself playing the role of the more dominating position during those first few days after Jaskier returning home from either a quick tour, or after finishing a long week of hours upon hours in the studio, or whatever kind of press-related nonsense his management team told him he needed to do. For as much as your boyfriend loved the spotlight, the truth was he was still quite capable of burning out and needing time to himself. Or, at the very least, just time with you. Even if that means he’s asleep for most of it, with you clinging to his back as he drifts off into a much-needed sleep. He makes sure to return it tenfold when you need just the same. Sure, your occupation may not be of the same nature as his own, but that didn’t mean you were in any less need of his cuddling. In fact, with him being gone as often as he was, Jaskier couldn’t help but feel almost guilty for not always being able to provide you with the basic comforts of being a constantly present boyfriend. Hence why the moment he would see your fatigued body crossing the threshold of your apartment, he would be all over you, ushering you into a quick shower, followed by a quick and simple dinner or snack, and capped off with him cuddling about you from behind. It didn’t matter if you’d come home right in the middle of a writing frenzy, or even if he’d been in the middle of searching for a breakthrough with an arrangement -- for as vain and bullheaded as Jaskier could be, he knew he owed you at least this much. You already put up with so much of his nonsense; this was quite literally the least he could do, both for you and for himself. Besides, he who was he to fight against the feeling of you wiggling closer into his hold, to deny himself the sound of your soft breathing as you lay yourself vulnerable to him? The fact of the matter is that he simply isn’t. He couldn’t be. Maybe in the beginning when things were still so unsteady and uncertain, but never now, when things had become so . . . well, what he could only describe as being “the both of you”. The both of you, molded and entwined, never wanting to let go. Never planning on it, either.

#jaskier x reader #modern!jaskier x reader #jaskier imagine #jaskier imagines #the witcher imagine #the witcher imagines #regrettablewritings

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dafukdidiwatch · 4 years ago

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FoodFight (2012)

The origin story of Sausage Party and The Emoji Movie

I honestly don’t really know where to start with this film. Like I’ve heard of it, I’ve seen reviews of it, I was so sure I wouldn’t ever see this trainwreck because it looked and sounded so bad.

But honestly? This was an amazing film to watch. I don’t even know where to begin because I genuinely enjoyed this movie. This was a fun shitty trainwreck of a movie.

Let’s start with the obvious: The animation sucks. Like the designs are bad, the world building is bad, the animation is bad. Body movement? What body movement? The only body movement we need is arm waving and twirling and nothing else. And those are for characters they were trying for. The Humans, if there are any, are the literal worse with either being amusement park mascots at best or mountain troll monsters at worse. Yeesh they were bad to look at. In fact, a lot of characters in this movie are just, very ugly all the way around.

Celebrities: I feel so sorry for these people. Apparently it took 12 years to make this (like, wtf first off), so a lot of the “big names” they got in the day sort of faded away out of the public light. Not that I actually give a shit about it they got paid either way. I just think out of all of them, Wayne Brady was done dirty. He didn’t deserve to be in this movie, he deserves better than having his name listed in FoodFight. Tim Curry is a riot no matter where he goes, still bringing in his Dr. Frank-n-furter Vibes all the way around. And Christopher Lloyd wasn’t in for long, but by god does he leave an impression. A terrifying impression.

Why are actual food brands in this movie? Ms. Butterworth, what are you doing in here? Charlie Tuna, The Pickle Stork, Mr. Clean? I can’t tell if they did them dirty or not because they are barely in the movie anyway. The most screen-time of them went to Mr. Clean just for the bald clean jokes. It’s like playing Where’s Waldo in finding out where the notable brand icons are.

It’s also fun to play “Who the Fuck is that guy?” because there are a lot of brands being parodied here. Captain Crunch turned into Shitty Admiral Chip Peg. Chocola is a disco gay vampire bat. Some weird disturbing french cheese men....no idea who he is for but hey! That’s what the game is for! Trying to see what their ugly abominations were supposed to be in the light of day.

The only “decent” animated characters are the main one: Dex Dog-tective who speaks nothing but puns, every sentence. All the time. You want to start a counter on all the food puns he makes, but you also don’t because I’m sure it’s in the Hundreds. It also doesn’t help that he is like...furry bait? That’s the best way to describe him since he is like the Better animated characters they tried to make him handsome so...furry bait. Then we have Sunshine Goodness who is a terrifying uncanny valley creature which is just an anime catgirl that the animators decide to give up half way and hope her dead eyes give out the allure she has. But uh oh, watch out Sunshine, Lady X of Brand Ex is coming in with her twig-ass Dominatrix Barbie outfit trying to seduce your man...a talking golden retriever. Her dead glass eyes have its sights on seduction and world domination one fetish at a time.

I’m not kidding about the fetishes either, this movie is just throbbing with sexual tension. In the worst way. Like you think the food puns are a lot? Well the sex innuendos are giving them a run for their money. There is so many sex jokes. So many tension of the “oh the bad guy good guy flirt? Hwot” This is supposed to be a kids film and yet you are having jokes of raisins = nipples, chocolate = dicks, "I'll have you roll over and begging for mercy" is too sexually charged for this movie like.....AHHHHH. I fear for the children who learn their kinks through this movie. And that’s just the verbal! The visual is sexy dominatrix. Sexy plaid school girl. Sexy villain nazi-stand-in dominatrix. Sexy Tango. Sexy...sniffing?? God they were trying So so so hard and it pissed me off to no end: 50% in-credulousness because who the hell thought this was a good idea to have kids watching this, 50% anger because I’m somewhat pissed that some unfortunate lines had the gall to be actually good for romantic tension....if it WASN’T TIED TO A BAD FETISH FILM! Like, you can have sexual chemistry, but when sky planes fly out of someone’s vagina you know it’s a fetish film.

But hey, enough stalling, let’s actually talk about the plot of this movie.

It’s Casablanca.

Like dead ass Casablanca.

After losing the love of his life a grizzled detective man ends up running a club where he has to face off against nazis. This is deadass Casablanca where Rick had a dark romantic fling with a nazi at a grocery market. The decisions they went with like the bad rendition of the French National Anthem to be food themed that I could barely hear. Brand X having a nazi-like salute if someone misspelled YMCA with one letter. The...actual weird torture murder scenes? This movie was wild enough, you didn’t need to add in death to the mix. They even had the side characters from Casablanca being in here like the Moose guy being the piano player, and the weasel looking dude being the....weird ass dick weasel in this movie.

And now, some random lines that I liked:

"I just want to be loved"

"Whats the point if having luxurious hair if you can't look yourself in the mirror"

"Oh Yeah, sure, no prob, except I don't have a death wish"

"But you were recalled?! And butt ugly!?"

Overall: I honestly swear to god believe this could and should be the next Rocky Horror Picture Show. This is that level of just...badshit craziness where everything is wrong and beautiful that we can laugh at it all. This needs to have like, it’s own riff track, audience participation, SOMETHING because there is too many golden moments to let it fly by.

If you can get your friends and tell them NOTHING about this movie and see their reactions. Because that is what I’M going to do with mine.

#dafukblog #Dafuking Films #foodfight #food fight #foodfight 2012 #week 42 movie

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silly-bean · 4 years ago

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Dante is the biggest asexual and here’s why:

1) We’ve never seen him do the sexy/date someone on screen. Like, ever. Not even implied. Of course, this is part of his original character concept, where they wanted an action character who could be cool w/o smoking and sex and all that stuff, buuuut for it to not even be hinted at?? Definitely a sign.

2) This man lives for innuendo. Like, seriously. The whole Lucifer scene from 4?? How he flirts with everything?? Yeah. AND, I have yet to meet an ace person (myself included) who doesn’t have the talent for innuendo of a teenage boy. Dick jokes (whether they have one or not), turn of phrase, just pointing out something sounds dirty? Yeah, you better believe it.

3) He is very close with several very attractive women and has never shown interest in sexing nor dating any of them (of course Trish looks like his mom, so that’s a nono, but my point still stands). Like, he’s show “admiring assets” but it’s always of sexy demons and they’re usually acting in a provocative way and he doesn’t end up sexing them. Other than that one weird time when he kinda tries with Lady in 3 (something that is weird because he’s ace and also Lady is a lesbian but that’s a different post in itself), he’s never shown to have any interest in that kind of physical affection. Of course, this’ll have some screaming “gay” at me, and while, yes, no man who wears that much red leather can be straight, I am merely using the examples given in the games (I’m sure there’s more in the light novels and manga but I haven’t read those). I’m also very sure he’s bi/grey-aro, but that’s besides my point. (also, Trish and Lady are dating and that man respects them waaay too much to even think about anything. Dante chugs his respect women juice dudes)

4) Just because he finds people attractive doesn’t mean he wants to sex them. This is a huge point, like, personally, I do appreciate people’s physical looks and find them pretty and handsome and attractive in an “aesthetic” sense. This doesn’t make me less ace. We know that his “woohoo pizza man”/”cool guy”/goofball persona is as much a mask as it is just him being him. We know he’s smart and does care about people and all that stuff (one of the good things to come out of the anime, among others) and, the way he acts in those types of situation lines up with that. Guys who he’s modelling go to strip clubs, they oodle at tiddies, they make jokes about not being able to get the ladies and their pretty faces. And, so, Dante does just that. I very much see him in the sex-neutral area in that he’s had sex but doesn’t see what the fuss is about and has found there are better things to do than seek it out (notice I didn’t say anything about him and “personal time” because that’s def a thing that varies person to person and I do not want to think about him “wackin one out” or whatever)

5) Because I want him to be. This is my headcanon. You don’t have to subscribe to it if you don’t want to, but these are my thoughts and yeah.

#dmc #davil may cry #dante #dmc dante #ace dante #headcanon #hes just ace idk what to tell you #i also wanna do one about demi/gery-aro/pan vergil #and demi/pan nero #and gery-aro/pan trish #but those are for another time

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dimigex · 5 years ago

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Caught off-guard kiss (Genma/Sakura)

“So,” Raido drawled, peering at Genma over his drink. “Who is she?” .

Genma tipped his beer higher, taking a deep pull to avoid lying for as long as possible. “Who is who?”

Behind Raido’s shoulder, Iwashi rolled his eyes skyward, a surprising display of annoyance for the usually sedate man. “The woman that’s been keeping you so occupied that we practically had to force you to come drink with us.”

Genma chuckled, rolling the senbon across his lips with an air of disinterest. He wasn’t surprised that this topic had come up, he’d been avoiding the conversation for a while. Raido’s initial teasing had escalated into something more serious when Genma refused to divulge details. In fact, the only reason that Genma had come out tonight was to get his friends off of his back. He wasn’t ready to get into the truth, so he armed himself with sarcasm and thinly veiled innuendos, both strategies which had worked well in the past.

The night spiraled out of control quickly as half a dozen friends stopped by to catch up. Gai had appeared not long after Iwashi, dragging an equally reclusive Kakashi behind him. Yamato had joined shortly after that, Anko half hanging off of his arm. Genma didn’t have the mental capacity to try and figure that out. Especially not with everyone watching him, waiting for a response. He grinned and tipped his head. “Wouldn’t want to jinx it.”

Raido whistled under his breath, eyes narrowing. “So there really is someone? Why didn’t you tell me earlier, you ass?”

“He’s just riling you up,” Iwashi complained, shaking his head. “He’s never been shy about sharing his exploits, why would he start now?”

Before Genma could form a defense, a hand fell on his shoulder. He turned, only to be blinded by Gai’s grin. “Genma would never lie about the youthful endeavours of the heart.”

“Unless if helped his case,” Raido interrupted, causing an eruption of laughter from their friends.

Tension bled out of Genma’s shoulders at the sound, especially when coupled with the easy smiles around him. It should be enough to get everyone off of his back, at least temporarily. He knew that he’d eventually have to own the truth, but he’d also meant the earlier words. He didn’t want to ruin the relationship by moving too quickly.

Genma and Sakura had been together for almost five months, a lifetime for him. The idea of ending it left him sick. The whole thing had started when a stupid mistake during a spar with Raido landed Genma in the hospital. He’d been shocked when Sakura not only responded to his flirting, but gave as good as she got. Then, she’d lived up to every insinuation and tease when they’d stumbled into her office an hour later, despite her admonishments about rest.

Two or three days passed before Sakura showed up at the Hokage’s office with dangerously smoldering eyes. They’d barely made it back to Genma’s apartment before the clothes started coming off. The fling had been a whirlwind that turned serious when Sakura brought up labels a few weeks into it. Genma had been content to continue the way they were, but she wanted more. And, after a week long crisis, he’d admitted that he did too. The rest, as they say, was history.

At least, it was until Sakura brought up the idea of telling people. Genma had laughed, sure that she’d been joking. That meant having to face Kakashi, Tsunade, Naruto, Sakura’s parents, and Sasuke, plus Raido and Iwashi. And those were just the people that they had to tell directly. Genma hadn’t been able to decide who to start with, so he avoided telling anyone. He put Sakura off with teasing kisses and promises that he’d do it when the time was right. It wasn’t his fault that the time had never been right.

A stir rippled through the room, dragging Genma from the safety of his thoughts. He half expected to find someone else needling him about not going out often enough, but the reality was worse. His stomach tightened with pleasure and fear at the sight of Sakura next to him. She pushed between himself and Raido to order a beer like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Sakura’s long pink hair had been twisted away from her face in a messy bun, tendrils brushing the back of her neck. She’d come straight from work, still wearing blue scrubs and a plain, grey t-shirt. Somehow, they managed to make her even more enticing . A bottle appeared in Sakura’s hand, and Genma realized that he’d missed part of the conversation. She laughed, fiery eyes on Genma’s as a smile playing across her lips. “You told them?”

Before Genma could think of an appropriate answer, Sakura rose on the tips of her toes and molded their lips together. He started to open his mouth in protest , but the pressure kept him from moving. Somehow, Sakura had learned the angle necessary to avoid the senbon sprouting from his lips, and he’d stopped caring how she did it.

The room spun when Sakura pulled back, and Genma’s tongue darted over the damp place her kiss had left on his lower lip. He was vaguely aware of a glass shattering on the floor. “I guess we have now.”

#Dimi Answers #Kiss Ask #genma shiranui #Genma #Sakura Haruno #Sakura #GenSaku #Humor #Accepting asks

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monochromemedic · 5 years ago

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Alright here’s my piece on this. I’ve been over some of this before. 1. The racist thing. No she’s... really not. You see the clips you see are all towards people who are asian correct? Let’s for second say she IS racist. She lived in Japan for how long like.. .years. Has tattoos of asian culture on her, and speaks the langauge, I believe she taught over there. now if say you were a racist or there was a racist against uhh... Germans. If you were say racist against Germans, where would be the last place you’d wanna go. Germany? Would you want to learn the language? No, you hate them. Would you want to have tattoos that involve their culture on you. no you hate them. Also i’ve seen the clips and I... honestly can’t tell the airport one as being racist, it’s been a while since i’ve seen it but I think it was more about language barrier or just airport security then ‘hey look japanese people don’t know shit’ then anything. And the other clip the one where she’s playing resident evil and says hello to the one character uh... ada? I can’t remember. It could be that she said... ‘herro’ or she could have just said it in a weird way that sounded like that. I don’t know. But in terms of people saying she’s horribly racist the evidence is... not adding up for me. IF someone is racist their gonna say and do shit more then just say ‘herro’ or complain about japanese airport customs. It’s gonna be something way bigger. And like i said if she was racist against presumably Japanese or asian people why the hell would she devote most of her life living there and learning the language. It doesn’t add up. 2. That one Transphobic game. I didn’t know it was transphobic/against gay people at first either. Then again, i’m a dumbass. I just assumed it was more about weird... jerking off Idk games on steam are fucking weird. But looking back on it now, yeah I see the tells. I think it was the same with Sean. Looking for content, ‘oh the name of this is funny’ plays it, doesn’t realize it. But you have to remember he heard the concerns, apologized and took it down. If Sean was Transphobic or against the lgbtqa+ I doubt he would take that direct of an action. That and the fact that he has donated and supported to groups and people who are part of the lgbtqa+. You’ve seen him play games with characters that fall into the groups before and relate to them and understand them and talk to the screen. I doesn’t see this as him suddenly not caring i see it as a lapse in judgement or a obliviousness that he went back and tried to correct. 3. Coranavirus joke? ADHD joke? I haven’t listened to 3 peens cause i usually get there later and i can see the games they play on the channels but it seems like he made a joke to Mark about the virus and about adhd. Yes a joke like that can be tasteless, it’s dark humor but i’m gonna take a guess and say that Mark reacted and didn’t... care to either of the jokes. I feel like he wouldn’t. Why. Because they are friends and friends tell fucked up jokes to each other all the time. Now if Mark was uncomfortable that’s a different story and probably something he and Sean should talk about that has nothing to do with us. But otherwise it’s probably just a bad joke or teasing. Have you heard some of the other jokes they say on the podcast? Bob joked about kicking dogs, Wade occasionally makes sexual innuendos that aren’t the most tasteful. They tease each other like no ones elses business so it just makes me wonder why these two jokes or teases are getting the most attention. 4. Toxic community/ doesn’t respond. What the hell is he suppose to do. He is one man, and there are millions here. Yes he use to talk to us here and you know what he said. He was in a hell because he tried to solve every little problem, explain every little thing, he spent so much time checking up on people. It’s all he did. And he was in a horrible place in his life. What would you like him to do? Go back to that and monitor every little thing and place the ban hammer down like he’s the law? Do you want him to spend most of his time spending it here and not living his life? He said he’s taking a step back cause doing that is hell on his mental health and we saw it. One person can’t manage millions of people literally millions. It’s hard. So maybe the ‘go back to the green hair’ is talking about those moments of time,when everything seemed happy but in reality according to Sean, for him it sucked. Or he tries to take a step back and we all try to handle things on our own. It’s a tough decisions and each one has flaws but I think Sean’s mental well being is more important then that. But yes I agree the whole ‘pma, just cheer up’ and ignoring issues is shitty and NOT the way to go about it. Talking is needed but sometimes you can’t talk to people and other times they don’t wanna talk and just wanna make shit into more of storm. And at that point you just gotta block and walk away and think for yourself about issues that have been brought up. And if you don’t like them, then perhaps leaving is for the best. Sean isn’t the person he use to be yes. But... can you look back at your life a few years ago and say you were exactly the same person you use to be? Sure you might not do the mistakes Sean does but also you aren’t on camera everyday watched by millions with people counting on you all the time. That stresses a person. And sure that’s not an excuse it’s an insight on some things. You aren’t the same as you 2 years ago, 1 year ago, maybe even a month ago. And yet we’re putting Sean by these standards because he’s not exactly handling every topic the same as he once did and fucks up. Why? If you think Sean is really going off the rails, and won’t change then you gotta leave. I’m not saying that to be mean im saying that for YOU. It’s stressful and trying to possibly change a situation you don’t have control over isnt’ gonna help. You aren’t gonna change this outcome, if you think he’s doing bad or is turning into an asshole leave. You have no commitment or need to tie yourself to someone you once liked. If you think their being an ass then you are free to leave and if the truth comes out that they blew up a kitten or something horridence, then you can be the first one to come back and be like ‘i knew there was something wrong, and he was changing’ But connecting your life directly to one man and what he’s doing and weither he’s good or bad isn’t good and it’s holding you back. You gotta let it go and move on for alot of peoples sake, mostly your own, because that’s not healthy.

#jse discourse #jse drama #i've been over some of this alot and my opinion hasn't changed

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revisitedgrunt · 5 years ago

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Harley and Ivy.

A new fans thoughts on this relationship and the Harley Quinn comic: Part 1 of 4.

On a whim I picked up Harley Quinn: Volume 1: Hot in the City, last month. I thought it was fantastic and immediately brought volumes 2 - 6. I've just now read issue 63 and I'm caught up with the current run.

I absolutely loved the 2013-2016 run. It's probably the most consistently good run of comics I've ever read. Amanda Connor and Jimmy Palmiotti do an absolutely amazing job. I loved the way they wrote Harley, I loved the supporting characters, I loved the location and I loved every story.

Their time on the current run was also phenomenal. I had a great time reading issues 1 to 34. Frank Teiri's short run was fine and Sam Humphries work... I'll come back to that later.

I had heard that there were Harley/Ivy shippers, but, to be honest, I thought it was an unsubstantiated ship. Fan's shipping them because they thought they looked cute together and not because there was anything of substance there. I was very wrong,

Ivy is introduced in issue 2, very, very early in the series. In her very first appearance, her very first interaction with Harley is pretty flirty.

There's talk of kissing, Ivy being cool seeing Harley's beaver, seeming a but disappointed when it's an actual beaver. Bernie's sexual innuendo to Ivy, bearing in mind the things Bernie says are an extension of Harley's mind.

Yeah, that was a lot for one scene, their very first scene. I now understood why people shipped them. However, I wasn't fully on board yet.

Harley and Ivy have a fun adventure saving some animals from a shelter. Harley decides to adopt them all, and Ivy, thoughtfully, creates a park in Harley's building for the animals.

There's also this scene. Wow, this scene.

Harley and Ivy spend the night on the beach together, which, to me, seems inherently romantic. Ivy looking over at Harley and, being so overwhelmed by what she sees, can't help but kiss her and call her “My cute, little psycho.” That's pretty damn gay. I'm sure some could argue that it was plutonic, but, come on! No one does that to someone they only have plutonic feelings for.

This scene convinced me Ivy loves Harley. It also happens in Ivy's first appearance. It seems to me that Amanda and Jimmy wanted to establish this immediately.

In issue 3 we see that Ivy has left Harley some plants, which is very sweet.

Issue 7 gives us more flirting from Harley.

Issue 15 has a pretty interesting scene.

Harley's upset that she had to cancel her date with Mason and is worried the relationship is over. Ivy is really supportive and gives her some good advice. Things then turn pretty sexual, pretty quickly. “Is that your hand?” “Is that yours?” “Are you gonna get off?” “Are you?”. Oh my god! Sure, they'd both been drinking, but they weren't drunk. This scene would seem to indicate that, if nothing else, they have a physical attraction to each other.

The knock on the door is Mason. He and Harley reschedule their date and Ivy is happy for her. I was a bit confused at this point. Considering Ivy exhibits no hurt or jealously that Harley wants to date someone else, I thought that I was wrong about Ivy's feelings for Harley.

The Road Trip Special gives us this.

Harley seems very happy that Ivy has taken off her dress. It's more evidence that Harley is physically attracted to Ivy.

The Road Trip Special also has Ivy being really supportive. She gives Harley a photo album Harley's dead uncle had kept, and she regrows a dead tree on Harley's aunt and uncles grave.

The Annual has a pretty momentous scene. Ivy's been locked up in Arkham and Harley goes to break her out. Harley finds out Ivy has been brainwashed, and this happens.

Someone correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm pretty sure this is the first time the two have kissed in the prime canon timeline. I'm a bit conflicted about this scene. It would seem to indicate Harley has romantic feelings for Ivy, The sound effect indicates it's a big, passionate kiss, not a peck on the lips. Harley also cups the back of Ivy's neck, which is an intimate gesture. In addition, Harley thinks this kiss will cure Ivy, which makes me think about Sleeping Beauty and true love. However, while it's amazing and romantic that Harley thinks this, Ivy isn't an active participant, the two aren't sharing a kiss, which is a little disappointing.

Harley and Ivy have a heart to heart in issue 25.

My immediate take away from this scene is that Harley has no problem whatsoever being naked in front of Ivy.

Ivy expresses a lot of care, concern and respect for Harley. She doesn't want her to break into Arkham alone, but she respects Harley's decision to do so. After the Joker, this sort of care and respect is exactly what Harley needs.

Harley talks about the Joker and how she still has some for love for him. At the same time, the reason she's doing this is she loves Mason. Harley jokes about Ivy loving her and asks if Ivy wants to feel her up. Ivy's response made me spit out my drink. How do they know where that leads? Just how physical have they got with each other? Anyway, there is a lot of sexual innuendo here, and with everything that's come before, reinforces the fact that these two are sexually attracted to each other

A later scene from issue 25 gave me clarity on Ivy's feelings for Harley.

The question “Jealous?” implies that Madame Macabre knows Ivy has feelings for Harley. This means I was right about Ivy loving Harley. However, it's also much more than I expected. Ivy has that special kind of love for Harley. The unselfish kind, where you just want the person you love to be happy, even if they're not with you.

I really liked Ivy before, this scene made me fall in love with her.

Ivy continues to be awesome in issue 29.

Despite having limited time, she finds the time to see Harley and make sure she's OK, demonstrating again how caring and supportive she is. Ivy's also all over Harley, something Harley does not mind.

In case I had any lingering doubts that Harley has a physical attraction for Ivy, she says two things here that confirm it for me. She expresses disappointment that Ivy can't stay overnight as she could “use the attention.” Shortly after she tries to convince Ivy to spend the night. Now, I may have a dirty mind, but it seems to me like Harley is after sex here. There are several ways Amanda and Jimmy could have worded this to make it less sexual, they didn't do that.

Interestingly, Harley also says she misses Ivy more than Mason. I don't think she's telling Ivy what she wants to hear, that's not the type of relationship they have. So, if we take her at her word, she misses Ivy more than a guy she was in love with. That would seem to be a pretty big hint about how much Harley cares for Ivy. This, along with the kiss scene in the annual, convinced me that Harley has romantic feelings for Ivy, not just sexual ones.

So Harley is polyamorous? Non-monogamous? She loved Mason and she loved Ivy. She had lines of dialogue that indicted she wanted to sleep with both of them. Harley and Ivy didn't talk about dating, but Ivy says several times how busy she is, so maybe it's just not the right time for them. Harley, being non-monogamous and caring about both of them, is happy to date the one who has the time to be in a relationship. Or I could be completely wrong.

Just a quick word about Mason. He was fine, obviously a better boyfriend than that Joker, but he was pretty boring and certainly not a standout character.

Issue 30, the last one in the original run, ends with Harley and Ivy sitting in a tree. They are sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. Yep, Amanda and Jimmy went there. Subtlety was completely thrown out the window. Haley and Ivy, sitting in a tree. Also, Ivy knows Harley isn't furry. Wow!

I cannot express how much I love the 2013-2016 run. Every issue is so much fun.

It's pretty wild to me how caring, supportive and loving Ivy was the entire run. Amanda and Jimmy immediately establish how much Ivy cares for Harley. By the end of the run, it's clear to me that Harley has similar feelings. Given how popular these two character are, I have to salute DC for letting them write Harley and Ivy this way. I'm sure some people could argue that they are just really, really good friends, but when you actually read the comic, they act pretty damn gay.

Thanks for reading. Part 2 will be my thoughts on the current run

#harley quinn #poison ivy #harlivy

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punkinroses · 5 years ago

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Yugioh Season 4 Quotes Prompt Meme

I am stressed, tired, sick of my job and needing a brain break. Yugioh Abridged is my go to for that at the moment. So. Have a sentence meme thing. Feel free to reblog, change pronouns, etc. Go have fun kids. Be wild. Be gay. Do crime. Love you

“The whole saving the world thing really eats into your study time.” “But my teacher gave me, like, a bunch of gold stars! And an A+ in trying.” “I already know everything I need to know about mathematics from playing card games.” “I was also thinking about doing some of the drugs later.” “(name)’s hand is on fire!” “That sounds like a commotion! .......Yes. Definitely a commotion.” “Well, I’m sure the city can defend itself.” “Those neutral motherfuckers. I never cared for them.” “How the hell did you people get in my house!?” “I’m not sure I like the rich douchebag channel.” “We figured you had more of an emotional connection to these.” “Damnit, (name), we agreed I would do the monologuing.” “My spirit guide has once again served its purpose.” “It’ll be called the bitch ass retirement plan. Named after you, ya bitch ass!” “That’s some OP bullshit right there.” “Broseph...Brosephine...Bro DiMaggio.” “I’ve got shoulder pads!” “Now what are you gonna do, Bromeo and Juliet?” “It’s not often I get to hear the worst insult ever coined by a human being.” “Yeah, they once sucked out Channing Tatum’s soul as a joke.” “I have nothing else in my life, please!” “So you’re someone I haven’t seen in a really, really long time? .........Are you my parents??!!” “Stop abusing the concept of friendship!!” “You must have spent YEARS researching this! Even though you can find this exact information on the back of any Yu-Gi-Oh! DVD!” “King of doors, bitch!” “That’s two points for Middle Earth, zero points for (name).” “I was not prepared to watch this today.” “Okay, so, you’re a lost cause.” “If even one of you makes a Sharknado reference, I will end you so hard.” “Try this on for size, you Sauron-looking motherfucker!” “I thought we had an agreement! You agreed to not be a little bitch, but now you’re being a little bitch!” “Maybe they’ll take someone’s soul that we don’t care about this time.” “Goddamnit, you never help me, ever!!” “Alright, douchebags! I’m sick and tired of us not being on top!” “These meetings get fucking weird.” “How much more specific can I get? SOMEWHERE in CALIFORNIA.” “I wonder if there are card games on the moon.” “I knew it. This is just some cheap trick to get me to come see you, so you can hit on me with a bunch of cheap innuendos, isn’t it?” “And, to think, people call you a diluted egomaniac.” “That’s not possible! I’M the adorable one!” “For some reason, cruising for chicks has caused me to become severely injured.” “I would be so turned on if that wasn’t such a huge waste of trading cards.” “I’d like to spread some vegemite on those things.” “You left me on a blimp with a known psychopath, while I was in a coma, so you could go off and play video games.” “So, in other words, since we’ve never seen your balls drop, we can assume it hasn’t happened?” “My douche-senses are telling me that (name) is mocking me somewhere.” “Should I remind you to tell them to go fuck themselves when we get there?” “He will eat you with his crocodile face.” “Okay, did you have to include the part of the story where they insulted me?” “Hey, a sword! I can stab people with this!” “Seriously? That was your one Koala joke?” “Try believing in the heart of the cards.” “Quiet, you sorcerer.” “If you’re seeing this, (name), it either means I’m dead, leaving behind a very fabulous looking corpse, or my soul has been captured.” “Maybe it had something very kinky on it and 4Kids had to censor it.” “I’ll leave that up to the fanfic authors.” “I’ll write a highly unfavorable research paper about you! With inconclusive findings!” “I feel like I should be concerned, but I just can’t stop thinking about how Copernicus is such a stupid name for a horse.” “You know that thing takes people’s souls and I found it on a dead guy, right?” “That was acting, children! Bravo for me!” “According to my research, I’m in a crapload of pain.” “Learned that trick from playing Super Mario World.” “I’ll just be over here wibbling to myself. Please, pay me no mind.” “Okay, everyone. I’m going to go scream into a pillow for the next five minutes.” “Are you telling me that we can't build an elevator into space?! Because that sounds like something a guy who doesn't want to keep his job would say!” “And let me tell you one last thing. All those times I got angry and declared that I would have my vengeance on you: I WAS FAKING!” “I'm glad we spent all our money on this bag of potato chips and generic brand soda.” “By the way, I memorized several dozen dinosaur puns, just so I could use them in this.” “The only reunion that’s about to happen is my size ten up your buttocks!” “Dorō! Monsutā Kādo!” “You're right, (name). I lost control. At the end of the day, this is just a game.” “We’re going to disturb the spirits of the dead! Yay!” “What the fuck even is this season!?” “Won’t somebody fetch me some ice cream!?” “I’m old and I hold a stick. That automatically makes me the wisest person in the valley.” “It’s a good thing I played all that Assassin’s Creed!” “It’s a good thing I played all that Banjo Kazooie!” “Oh, thank God, because I really wasn’t listening to any of that. Any of it.” “Now, I have to go back down there and challenge that vulture to a card game.” “Okay, (name), I’m going to level with you; I may have lied about the pizza.” “It makes me look really bonkers cool while I kick the shit out of you.” “Actually, he says his name is Cornelius Jr. and he wants to play basketball, just like how his father wanted him to.” “You can talk to snakes!?” “Hey, are you sure it’s safe for us to fly straight into that strange weather phenomenon?” “I guess we’d better confront whatever villain of the week that is.” “Well, these buttons look important.” “We mostly get by using our street smarts and ingenuity.” “No, I'm mad because I never wanted to know what one of Hideo Kojima's wet dreams looked like, and now I do, so thanks for that.” “I swear on my life we didn't keep a single flying war machine of death.” “Well, it would be way more intimidating if its face wasn't so damn adorable.” “Yeah, they’re dead. Dibs on their crappy broken stuff!” “Did you guys notice that this episode had the exact same ending as Bee Movie?” “I'm also glad we're not going to Florida as it means that we are not going to Florida.” “OK, but wait! I'm almost to the part where we met two ghosts in the California desert who just happened to be related to the guy we're fighting. Oh God, you're right; it's all just bullshit, isn't it?” “Breaking stuff will fix it!” “I'm bi a lot of things, but lingual is not one of them.” “Welcome back, asshole.” “Hey (name), wanna reenact a scene from Back to the Future Part II?” “I'd rather throw myself off the roof.” “Damn you, Microsoft Flight Simulator!” “Yes, but you had to steal my catchphrase to do it! Is nothing sacred to you?” “That is the single most offensive thing anyone has ever said to me.” “OK, children, from now on, everybody uses the Buddy System. When I say "Go," I want you all to choose a buddy and form an everlasting and inseparable bond between them 'till death do you part. OK, go!” “(Name), remember, whatever happens, you mustn't become an evil little sh*thead.” “Suckers! Consider yourselves ditched.“ “Well if any other anime in existence has taught me anything, most of the drama tends to happen on...the roof.“ “Just my luck. Dork Fest continues.“ “No! It's got a scythe. The deadliest farming implement known to man.“ “This heavy-hearted metaphor was brought to you by Da, a subsidiary of Doy, Inc.” “OK, this is also total BS. When I came back from the dead, I didn't get a chorus of heavenly music and a light show.“ “It's a good thing I'm so buff or that fall would've killed me.“ “(Name), promise me you're not going to embarrass me in front of the U.S. Military.” “ Guys, I think we took a wrong turn, because I'm pretty sure this is the Chamber of Secrets.” “Those aren't Funko Pops! They're much more disturbing!” “Yeah, makes your measly five thousand years look like a five thousand years of being a bitch, bitch.“ “Okay, but why are we in space?” “I have no idea who that is. You are talkin' fucking crazy right now, man. Are you okay? Do you need water? How long were you in the desert for?“ “For the record, I was dressing up in suits of armor before it was cool.“ “(Name), this is like, the third time you've tried to murder one of my friends, stop it!” “Nah. As a teenager with unlimited access to the Internet, I get to do that every day.” “As I was saying, (name) is a damn handsome and valuable person. Thank goodness for them.” “They died as they lived... pissing me off.” “Okay, who let the posh shithead in here?” “I'm so happy you escaped the cold embrace of death so that I could experience your deathly cold embrace again!“ “Wow. My eBay sensors are tingling.“ “You know, we really have no idea where this portal will take us, but I have total confidence in this decision.“ “None of this matters to you! You're already dead! Blah, blah, blah, omae wa mou shindeiru.” “Glad we came all the way up here so that we could not know what was going on.“ “Does this mean I can take back all the nice things I said?“ “I'm not doing any of those things. I'm just enjoying being with you.”

#sentence prompt #rp prompt #rp prompts #writing prompts #writing prompt #sentence prompts #rp meme #rp memes #rp starters #writing memes #ygotas #ygotas season 4 #ygotas memes

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notalwaysthevillian · 6 years ago

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Brewing Love

Warnings: Food mention, hardcore flirting, innuendo

Pairings: Remile; background Logicality, eventual Prinxiety

Word Count: ~1.8k

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Chapter 8

Remy saw Virgil a total of twice before Monday morning.

The first was when he came in at 2 in the morning to find his new roommate sitting on the counter eating a bowl of cereal.

The second was just before he left on Sunday. He’d been running late and had rushed into the kitchen to find Virgil feeding Chai. The little rascal had rubbed up against his leg and purred as loud as she could.

As soon as his alarm went off on Monday, Remy groaned. Yeah, he loved his job, but some days you just wanted more than a day off.

“I guess that’s what I’m training Virgil for.” He mumbled to himself as he left his bedroom.

“What?”

A girlish shriek rang out through the apartment. Remy glared at his roommate, who was chuckling from the shadows. “You! How do you do that?”

“I’m just quiet, Rem. Maybe you should try it sometime.” Virgil joked as he stepped into the light. Dark eyeshadow was spread expertly beneath his eyes, somehow making the backwards application stylish. “Did you want me to feed Chai again?”

“If you would, apparently she likes you more than her own father.” Remy barely heard Virgil’s soft laugh as he stepped into the bathroom.

After speeding through his morning routine, Remy threw on a pink bomber and grabbed his keys. “Ready to learn, young padawan?”

Virgil gave him an unimpressed look before heading out the door.

The two walked in silence on the way to the shop, appreciating the quiet of early morning. The sun’s rays were slowly lighting up the sky and a gentle breeze blew through the city.

The complete opposite of the chaos they’d be facing in the next hour.

As soon as they entered the shop, Patton darted out from the kitchen. He wrapped Virgil in a hug. “I hope you decide to work here! If it’s slow, you can help me with pastries while Logan does paperwork and then we can catch up!”

“We’ll see how it goes.” Virgil smiled. “But I need to be trained first.”

“Right!” Patton released his hold and took a few steps back. “Have fun!”

Virgil shook his head as Patton headed back to the kitchen. “He really hasn’t changed since high school.”

“Come on, let me show you how everything works.”

It wasn’t a surprise when Virgil picked up on everything rather quickly. It’s not as though the machines were hard to use. The drinks took longer than usual because Remy insisted on perfection.

“Don’t be afraid to mix things up a little.” Remy said as he worked on a new recipe he’d been trying. “Sometimes the new things I make suck. We just throw them away and never speak of them again.”

Virgil bit his lip, staring at the different syrups. Remy recognized the look on his face and grinned. “Go wild.”

Moving slowly, Virgil started on a drink. Remy watched as he put a few different syrups together and stirred it vigorously to make sure they were blended fully. When he was done he held it out. “You try.”

“Nu-uh, creator always tries it first.” He pushed the drink back towards Virgil. “That’s how I’ve gotten out of trying some of Logan’s worse creations.”

“Hey!”

“Logan, I say this with all the love in the world, but you are not good at making new drinks!”

There was a beat of silence before Remy heard whispering coming from the kitchen. He rolled his eyes. “Unless you want to watch those two make out, stay out of the kitchen when Logan’s upset.”

“Noted.” Virgil sipped his drink, his eyes lighting up as the flavor hit. “I didn’t think that would work honestly.”

“Alright gurl, hand it over.” Grabbing the cup, Remy took a long drink. The butterscotch flavor burst on his tongue, so sweet it almost made him choke. He started coughing, handing the drink back. “That’s a good one for our sweet tooths.”

“I’m guessing you prefer a more bitter taste?” Virgil grabbed a pen out of the cup and starting writing down the recipe on some spare receipt paper.

“Bitter coffee, sweet kisses.” Remy headed to the register as Logan emerged from the kitchen to unlock the door. “Look alive, kid.”

Virgil rolled his eyes, stuffing the recipe in his back pocket. “I’m only a few years younger than you.”

“Shut up, you’re like twelve.” The nasally tone in Remy’s voice made Virgil burst out laughing, just as their first customer came up.

“What?” Remy asked, noting the black mug in his hands.

“Can I get a PSL?” She asked, a grin on her face.

A heavy sigh left Remy’s mouth as he punched in her order. “Basic white girl - fall edition, coming right up.”

Midway through the morning, Remy let Virgil take a few orders. He grinned as Virgil upped the sass, offending an older woman enough that she left the shop.

The kid was a natural.

As the morning quieted down, Remy clapped Virgil on the shoulder. “What do you think of the job?”

“I think it’s perfect.” Virgil’s eyes twinkled as he finished up a drink and handed it out. “Did you see that lady’s face?”

Remy leaned his hip against the counter. “You’re really good at this, Virgil. We’d all love to have you here.”

“That depends on if he gets my drink right.”

The two baristas turned to find Roman in front of the register. Virgil raised an eyebrow. “And what would that be, Princey? Wait, let me guess. Something with six different syrups that would take any lesser person over ten minutes to make?”

“I’ll take a Chai Latte. Add salted caramel, french vanilla, and praline syrup. Oh, and a generous swirl of whipped cream on top.” Roman rattled off, watching Virgil enter his order. “Hmm...and one of those delicious cinnamon rolls.”

“Wow, not nearly as complicated as I thought. Are you sure you don’t want to add a few more syrups? Do you want me to make sure it’s not too hot? Wouldn’t want to burn your pretty mouth.” Virgil quipped, starting on the drink.

“Actually, that sounds great.” Roman leaned against the counter. “After all, my pretty mouth needs to be ready for its...multiple uses.”

Remy, who’d been watching the two like a tennis match, smirked as Virgil turned red. He knew exactly what was running through his mind.

Without another word, Virgil finished the drink and handed it over. Roman took it, making sure to graze their fingertips together. He took a sip, not breaking eye contact with Virgil. “Mmmm, that’s really good.”

The bell on the door chimed as Emile walked in. Remy pulled on Virgil’s apron, untying the back. “We’re good for the day, you can go.”

“There’s always room for more.” Roman purred before he picked up his drink and headed to a couple’s table.

Virgil blushed even harder, opting to dart into the kitchen instead. Remy saw Roman track the movement with his eyes and smirk.

“What was that about?” Emile asked as he handed Remy his usual mug.

Remy started on a hot chocolate. “Roman obviously likes Virgil. I think Virgil likes him back, but the poor guy hasn’t had much experience so he doesn’t really know what to do. Hopefully Patton can talk some sense into him.”

“Rem? Can you come in here a second?”

Virgil walked out from the kitchen, pointedly ignoring the ogling from the corner table. Patton was right on his heels, a pleading look on his face.

“Sure. Virgil, can you finish off Emile’s hot chocolate? It just needs whipped cream.”

When Remy reached Patton, the baker whispered, “Virgil said something about being too gay to work here?”

“Roman was flirting with him and laying it on a bit thick if I do say so myself.” Remy watched as Roman headed back to the counter and batted his eyelashes at Virgil.

The next few seconds seemed to go by in slow motion. Remy had no clue what Roman had said, but it startled Virgil enough that he dropped the mug in his hands. It fell to the floor and shattered into a million pieces, sending hot chocolate everywhere.

Emile let out a gasp, hands flying to his mouth. “Oh, goodness! Are you alright? Can I help?”

“Virge -”

Virgil darted out of the shop. Patton took off after him, brushing past a shocked Roman.

Grabbing a broom, Remy handed it out. “You helped cause the mess, you get to help clean it up, Ro.”

“That’s fair.”

The two got to work cleaning up. The floor was spotless by the time Patton came back with Virgil, who looked like he’d been crying. He went straight to Emile.

“Um, Remy told me that was your favorite mug. I’m so sorry that I broke it, I can try to find another one or -”

“Oh, Virgil, no.” Emile moved to hug him, but stopped himself. Instead he held his arms out. Virgil slipped into them easily. “I’m not mad at all. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

Remy watched the scene unfold with a smile. Emile always seemed to know exactly what to say.

“Rem also said you’re a therapist?” Virgil asked, continuing when Emile nodded. “Do you think you could take another client?”

Emile moved his hands to Virgil’s shoulders. “I think you’d be better off with a co-worker of mine. I’m worried that since we’re friends it’ll be hard to separate work life and personal life. But my co-worker Jamahl was looking for some new clients. He does music therapy.”

“That sounds great. Can you give me his information?”

The two continued chatting, Virgil’s smile returning as they did.

Roman nudged Remy. “I didn’t mean for the mug to break.”

“It’s fine. I’ve got it covered.” Remy turned, poking Roman in the chest. “But you need to tone it down. Virgil isn’t like your usual type. Come on too strong and you might scare him away.”

“Got it.” Roman stretched his arms above his head, his lips twitching as he caught Virgil staring. “I gotta go plan the next open mic with Logan. See ya.”

“Em?” Remy asked, seeing that Virgil was heading out the door. Emile turned and gave him a questioning look. “You want another hot chocolate?”

“Yes please!”

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