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liillyliilly · 6 months ago

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Max It Out

semi eita x reader words; 7101 + bonus content bc i love this AU synopsis; Band AU. She's the manager. As it turns out, he wants her as more than just the band manager.

“You gotta amp the bass up,” Semi called out.

You just rolled your eyes at him again. There was only so much more you could ‘amp’ his bass up. You couldn’t fix something that just wasn’t broken.

“I think you gotta fix your play style instead. I can make the bass louder, but then the main guitar line would have to be shrunk. Unless you want fizzing during your set.” You shrugged. He really couldn’t manage this gig without you.

It was hard to believe that earlier that day, you and he sat opposite in the paralegal office. Some civil service job, getting assigned to share an office with Semi Eita.

Arrogant, egotistical, damningly attractive. You wanted to wear his clothes and be his prized possession.

“Pass the stapler.” Your stapler, he had been working here for five months and still hadn’t bought his stapler yet. To be fair, it was a genuinely good stapler that you had shipped in from your aunt who lived in Germany.

You opened the drawer under your desk, grabbed the stapler, and then handed it to Semi under your computer.

He peeked under the computers, smiling at you. “Thanks, sweetie.”

“We aren’t in a work marriage anymore. I divorced you.”

“I never signed the papers darling.”

How could he always do that? Make you smile? It was unfair.

Sure, you always ate lunch together. Sure, he always packed an extra set of tissues when you went to the movies because he knew you cried easily. Sure, he gave you his leather jacket during winter on the walks from the hauling truck to the clubs.

But you had divorced this man weeks ago. Work marriage of course. He was just too clingy for you.

There of course had to be another layer to this dynamic between the two of you. The whole band manager thing.

You were nineteen and completely in love with Konoha Akinori. Which was why Semi invited you to help them with gigging the band out.

You had known of Semi, but only really got to know him in college. His center of gravity was alluring, to say the least. You were friends with Konoha first, attending high school together. Konoha was the one who invited you to your first real college party. Except it wasn’t even really a party.

It was five guys smoking, listening to music, and messing with instruments.

When you enter the apartment, Beach Weather’s “Sex, Drugs, Etc.” was lulling in the background.

Semi was lying back on a beanbag, strumming his bass guitar gently. Two boys in the opposite corner were blowing puffs of smoke into each other’s mouths, between what looked like extremely wet kisses.

“Issei, Hiro, do you have to do that here?” Futakuchi Kenji, a fellow class member of your advertising supplemental class, was faking being sick. He had drumsticks and was hitting an empty container of fried chicken.

“You can join in whenever you want Jiji.” The pink-haired one smiled, using his head to motion Futakuchi to join them on the sofa.

“Issei’s breath reeks of mango.”

The one with short cropped black hair, wearing a One Piece shirt spoke up, “Mango-licious. That’s the exact flavor, there’s some strawberry in the pod as well.”

The one referred to as Hiro shoved the one called Issei off the sofa. “Song’s over.” Issei just shrugged, taking another hit from his blue e-cigarette.

Konoha explained that Matsukawa Issei and Hanamaki Takahiro had been best friends for essentially their whole lives and that there were a select few songs that they just always made out to. He said he just got used to it, and that you should too.

You decide to make conversation, “So how do you all know each other?”

Semi chimed in, “Konoha and I used to work together at a tutoring place. Before he ditched it to deal drugs.”

Konoha worked in a pharmacy.

“You worked at a tutoring place,” Shock was evident in your tone of voice.

“It’s not hard to help seven-year-olds with their math homework.” Semi continued, “I know Issei and Hiro from competing in the same volleyball circuit in high school. I don’t know when Kenji got here though.”

“Ass.” Futakuchi rolled his eyes, “I joined this shoddy group of friends when we were all struggling to pass the intro math course. And when I found out we were all decent at music.”

Your raised eyebrow at the music comment made Semi smirk.

“If we play for you, you gotta join our cult.” He minced no words.

Konoha assured you that it wasn’t actually a cult, but it did feel like one.

When Matsukawa had finished hooking up all the proper chords to an outlet machine, Konoha had shoved some bean bags out of the way, and Hanamaki downed several glasses of water, you realized that they were good at music.

The song they played was “Lavender Sunflower” by Tory Lanez. When you asked why they would play a song from someone who was in jail, Semi just said you should separate the art from the artist. Futakuchi said it was because Hanamaki liked to say the word ‘sexify’.

They did a few more covers, ranging from Steve Lacy to Cautious Clay.

You gave them a round of applause when Matsukawa slid his fingers across his keyboard to end their mini-concert.

“I meant it. You’re in our cult now.” Semi had come up from behind you, speaking into your ear and resting his hands on your shoulders. The shiver down your spine didn’t go unnoticed by you or Semi.

Electric Guest; the five young adult boys turned into a decently popular alternative indie band. Semi Eita, on the bass. Konoha Akinori, on the guitar. Matsukawa Issei on keyboard. Hanamaki Takahiro, on primary vocals and autotuning. Futakuchi Kenji on drums. Plus you, the mastermind behind it all. Kind of.

All you did was everything else besides play music.

The first time they played at the Battle of the Bands, you sweat so much that your white shirt was permanently stained in the pits. At least they won the prize money, just enough for a team dinner, entrance fees to the next competition and a new shirt for you.

It was a learning curve for you, learning the lighting, the sound management, and the coordination of schedules as you all got busier. Making a Google calendar helped as the years went on.

The whole band thing became so lucrative that all of you could’ve quit your day jobs and been perfectly comfortable, but Futakuchi claimed that the band was never supposed to be their whole lives. Just a part of them. So, in addition to your band manager role, you also ran the charity on the side.

A cross between cancer research, volleyball advocacy, and music education. The holy trinity of causes Matsukawa claimed.

Electric Guest was never supposed to be the reason for you to stay friends with people from high school, and college. But that was how it ended up. Just a group of boys with their girl on weekend nights playing live music.

Initially a cover band, but it turned into original works.

Semi was always a little too clever to just play others' words. “This Head I Hold”, Semi’s first song that he had written had charted on the IONIC Alternative chart in the Top 100 for seven weeks straight, never falling below the top seventy.

Was he humble about this feat? No.

But did he sheepishly make a toast to how your marketing carried the song to where it was? Yes. So it leveled out in your mind for him to be prideful of his music, of their music.

“Amp it up.” Semi stomped his feet again.

Konoha shoved Semi’s arm. “She just said that she couldn’t do that. Do you just have selective hearing for praise? Maybe she should throw in her opinion on your ass in those jeans between the clarification of why increasing the amp would be bad?”

“Screw you, Aki.”

“Meet me in the bathroom in five?” You could practically see the way Konoha’s eyebrows raised in a jokingly seductive way.

“Semi, I could try to reduce the vocals slightly. I just don’t know why you want your bass to be so highlighted tonight?”

Semi just waved his hand in the air, brushing away your comments.

Rolling your eyes, you sipped on your water, reviewing the setlist for tonight.

“Hey, I thought we cut “Get Out” for tonight? And we never play it as the last song?” You did a double take at the setlist, Semi had scribbled the song in right after their typical closer of “Basic- Acoustic Version”

Hanamaki slid into your booth, downing his demon juice, a mixture of Redbull, Monster, and a shot of tequila. He grimaced, then shook his face, smiling at you.

“Semi-Semi has a surprise for tonight, it’s supposed to knock your socks off.”

“I do like a good “Get Out” moment.” You mused.

“A little more than just a good moment supposedly.”

Hanamaki was always one of the guys from your friend group who could manage to make anything sound more important than it was. He was the lead singer after all. You’d be lying if you hadn’t thought about the way some very specific words would sound coming from him to you.

That was another element to this Electric Guest thing, the touch aspect. Once they had integrated you into the friend circle, they became your humans. Your people. You all began to function as a single unit. Where one goes, the rest follow.

The Twitter comments on official posts did love to get a little explicit when they posed theories about how all five of you were in a polyamorous relationship.

That time you and Matsukawa got seen with your hands in his hair and his hands on your ass created a good portion of those theories, especially since Matsukawa still openly liked to lick Hanamaki’s neck between songs.

The touching thing just became second nature, to be close to each other was to be genuine.

Futakuchi threw a plastic water bottle at Hanamaki, “You drunkard, come set up your autotune before you’re too far gone. Please chew some gum before you start singing too, your breath reeks on that stuff.” Futakuchi was referencing the aforementioned demon juice.

Semi had started working at the same place you were working after he had aced his civil servant exam with flying colors.

He had gotten bored of lazing at his shared apartment with Futakuchi for entire days on end. He claimed to need social and mental stimulation. You thought it was because he just wanted to have another reason to get to know you better, which was also true.

Semi was strange when it came to you, freezing up in touch before easing into it. Sometimes you and him could just sit in your apartment for hours on end talking about the band, movies, the best hangover food.

He just understood you on an unparalleled level.

You were all friends, of course, Issei, Hiro, Jiji, Akinori, Eita, and you. But you clicked on what felt like a multidimensional plane with Semi Eita.

He knew what you would say before you said it. He always managed to mitigate your problems with simple, clear solutions.

He also always looked a little too deep into your eyes. You felt like he was inspecting your innermost self when he locked his eyes on you.

No judgment, just assessment. No confusion, just curiosity.

“We can always carpool you know,” He swung his keys on his finger as he walked you to the bus stop, “Save you an hour in commuting.”

“As appealing as that is, I wouldn’t be able to do my share of driving, you know, due to the whole, I don’t have a car thing.” Grateful, you rubbed his shoulder in thanks.

“When I say carpool I mean, I’ll drive and you be my live-in car DJ.”

“Am I being used for my amazing playlists?”

“I love using you.”

So you began to carpool. He would pick you up at your apartment 30 minutes before work started, and then you would sit in the parking lot together for 10 minutes listening to your new underground finds before clocking in.

Semi was a great co-worker, truly. He just always used your stuff and spent way too much time going through your computer search history when you took a break.

“I swear I was going to find some kind of band groupie orgy porn on here this time.” He scoffed when you began shaking your office chair with him still sitting in it.

“At work? You’re kidding me”

“Maybe it was just for future reference,” He licked his lips, looking up at you. “You know, for tonight.”

“You’re revolting.”

“You’re an angel.” He reached a hand up and tugged on the front of your shirt, pulling you down to him.

“You make me sick.” You tried to escape his grasp without damaging your new button-up.

“Lovesick.”

There were only a few more hours to go before their show tonight. You had taken several photos of your boys preparing for the show, posting them on all the social media sites.

Using captions such as, ‘ETA: When Semi Eita gets around to it.’

‘Matsukawa’s forgotten mango vape pod.’ (You thought that one was funny because the vape pod was shown to be almost negatively drained more than it could go, he had sucked all the Mango-licious nicotine out of that poor vape pod)

‘Real or fake? I guess we’ll never know’ Attached to a shot of Hanamaki looking at himself in the mirror, moving small hairs around. The fan-favorite think piece was about his hair, genetically strawberry blond or just dyed.

‘Jiji on that beat’ Futakuchi’s head resting in his hands, his knees bouncing up and down in a short video clip. He always got anxious before shows, despite being one of the relatively more popular members of Electric Guest.

‘Akinori’s Asshole Agenda, task one: hide all the free promotional stickers’ Your box of stickers was shown to be empty, but you had another one in the hauling truck that you would go and grab in a few minutes. The ushers at the clubs helped hand the stickers out when getting people into the building.

Futakuchi called you over to the stage. You put your phone back into your pocket and meandered over to where he was inspecting his drum kit.

“The skin on my drum is getting too thin.” Futakuchi traced a white line that stuck onto the kick drum.

“What do you want me to do?”

He pulled out a fresh skin from his satchel. “Help me reskin this bad boy please.”

“It’s not real animal skin yeah? Just synthetic?”

“Yeah, it should go on fairly easily, I need to polish my cymbals.”

You tilted your head in slight anger. He was going to make you reskin his drum?

Semi had finished messing with his bass settings, resting his instrument on the large case he had brought out to the stage.

“Lemme do it.”

“I can re-skin it, it’s fine, Eita.”

He took the material from your hands, “Let me skin the stupid drum.”

You nodded, swallowing thickly. That tone of voice subtly said, “Don’t test me” and overtly said, “I want to do this for you.”

You let him reskin Futakuchi’s stupid drum.

Joining Electric Guest was one of the best decisions in your life, and you owed it all to Konoha Akinori for bringing you to that ‘college party’. Semi liked to argue that he was the one to thank for getting you involved, but Konoha always pulled up the text receipts of him asking you to officially be a part of the band.

All your firsts had been with Konoha. First kiss, first boyfriend, first hickey.

A high school crush that turned into a decently long relationship at the beginning of university. Konoha was a great boyfriend, dates were amazing, and he was the one who introduced you to all of his friends, who became your friends as well. He was the one who took care of you when you were sick.

He was the one who cried with you when your cousin died.

You truly loved him. But the piece in your heart for him and the piece in his heart for you just didn’t fit together once you hit 20 years old. It was an amicable break-up, but it still hurt.

Best friends with a rich past was how you defined your relationship with Konoha.

Semi was getting increasingly anxious about the fallout when Konoha and you broke up. That’s how it made the most sense to you anyway.

Why else would he have punched Konoha? The fate of the band was at risk.

Semi would’ve rather died than admit why he had to physically express his anger. Screw the band in that moment, what about you? Were you doing alright?

They hadn’t told you about the punch until nearly a year later when you were all either high or sleep-deprived in your apartment, celebrating another competition win.

What they hadn’t told you was louder than what they did tell you about that night, three days after your break-up with Konoha.

Matsukawa had to hold Konoha back, and Hanamaki along with Futakuchi pulled Semi back from throwing another punch. Konoha’s lip was cut and bleeding, so he spat the blood on the floor of the recording studio.

You just sat in the beanbag in the mixing office, none the wiser, headphones on, clicking away at audio files to make promotions.

The night of the breakup, you called Semi and had him at your apartment. It was raining that night. When he arrived at your place, he was soaked through. You asked about it since a short walk from the road to your place wouldn’t have yielded such a damp appearance.

As it turned out, his car had run out of gas, so he took Futakuchi’s moped. When you wrapped him in a towel and gave him tea, he complained that he should be the one soothing you.

That comment triggered you to start bawling. What if it was all a mistake to break up with Konoha? Maybe he was your best option. Semi said that Konoha wasn’t worth shit compared to other guys out there for you.

You told him that that was cruel to say. Semi tried to backtrack, explaining that maybe better options were still around for you. When you just kept talking about how much you loved Konoha, Semi stopped trying to fight the idea of Konoha and focused solely on comforting you and assuring you of your decision.

Two days later, after Semi witnessed your shattered state, the punch occurred during band practice. He saw Konoha’s phone screen saver was still Konoha and you kissing.

“You asshole, she was crying!”

“I already told you Eita, it was an agreed upon break up!”

“The bruise on her neck then? Explain that you dick!” Semi snarled. Hanamaki was shaking in his Doc Martens, but Futakuchi just kicked Hanamaki and told him to keep holding Semi back.

“The bruise? You mean the HICKEY?” Konoha wasn’t mad anymore, just annoyed, “You know sometimes when people break up they have break-up sex. It’s in the name, you oblivious coward.”

Matsukawa finally let Konoha go. Konoha just rubbed his arms where Matsukawa had grabbed him. Konoha had come to several realizations when he had talked to you about breaking up.

Kissing hadn’t felt right for some time, and you both hardly ever tried to be romantic in any sense. Instead choosing to send memes to each other and joking around. It was being best friends under the label of a relationship.

You agreed to split, letting both of you let go of your long-winded high school crushes.

“Coward? You’re calling me a coward? Breaking up with the best girl in your entire life wasn’t a cowardly thing to do then?” Semi was panting, arms shaking, but he was still kicking his feet.

Konoha knew Semi would throw a fit. So he decided to say what everyone else in the friend group wanted to say.

“You love her more than I do,” Konoha sat down, legs sprawled on the floor. He told Hanamaki and Futakuchi to let Semi go. “Did you know that? You love her more than I do. Which is utterly baffling to me because I love her with my entire heart.”

Semi stood for a moment, a slight sway from all the tension in his high-strung body. Semi crouched down before laying on the floor. Looking at the ceiling, he pressed his lips into a tight line.

Hanamaki, Futakuchi, and Matsukawa had left the band space, choosing to let the two friends talk out whatever they needed to.

They too knew that this conversation needed to occur, primarily for Semi.

Semi sniffles then laughs. A genuine laugh. “I guess I am a coward.”

“Damn straight.” Konoha continued, “I always thought you’d get to her before me. Not sexually, or anything like that. But in terms of love. You know? You just always had her first thing in mind. Whereas I, well, I never cheated and I never considered it either, but I always wondered if I was the right person for her.”

“You think that person is me?” Semi scoffed. “I can hardly call myself an adult compared to you.”

“I know right.” Semi kicked Konoha with his outstretched leg.

“You gotta tell her, or else someone will take her from you. Not everyone can see you’re the best person for her. Hell, even I had a mental breakdown when I realized it.”

“So you’re saying-”

“I don’t want your bullshit, Eita, I want you to tell her.”

“I can’t.”

Konoha told him that he’d be stuck then. So, stuck Semi became.

It was almost an hour before opening the doors to the long line outside Club Karazaki.

You still needed to help the boys with their hair. So you grabbed your comb from your bag and made your way backstage.

“Hairstylist in the house, I take 50s and 100s only.” You patted your jeans’ back pocket, “I need a new phone so this is how y’all will contribute.”

After finishing Matsukawa’s quick retouch on his taper, you took the fiver he handed you.

“You know, I think tonight is going to be one of our best performances.” Matsukawa lifted his mango vape to you, you declined it, and he took another hit. “Semi outdid himself for tonight.”

“Ya’ll overhype that man.”

“Nah, we hype him just enough.” Matsukawa held your hand, “You ever get another date with that dude from a week ago?”

You shook your head, explaining how it just didn’t feel right. Lately, your romantic exploits had all crashed and burned quicker than Semi could begin a riff.

Several of the adventures in romance had ended with an upset Semi, which in turn made you upset. The most recent ‘discussion’ between the two of you had occurred just a week before tonight, about the same guy Matsukawa had brought up.

The band left Semi and you in your apartment, and you offered to let him crash on your futon. Futakuchi refused to let a drunk Semi back into their apartment. Claiming that he would puke all over the new rug he bought.

“I just don’t get you.” He was tugging on his sweatpants’ drawstring and lying on your couch. His shirt had ridden up to his mid-stomach, showing off a trail of dark blond hair that snuck under his sweatpants.

“What don’t you get.” You sat on the end of your couch, freshly showered. He put his feet in your lap. You obliged, scrolling through channels on your TV.

He smelled like the expensive wine your label had dropped off to celebrate a bronze ranking on the new album. You asked how much he had drunk, only now realizing his whole face was flushed. He mumbled, so you lifted the bottle, only to find it completely empty.

“You’ll get alcohol poisoning from doing this.” It was only a mini-sized bottle, but it was expensive and aged perfectly.

“Better than how I’m living now.” He took off his shirt, too warm to continue with the material on him.

He didn’t quite have abs, but he was strong. Broad, tan, and wide. The difference between Konoha’s so-called, “slutty waist” and Semi’s toned torso was striking.

You clarified that he actually wouldn’t even be living if he got serious alcohol poisoning.

“That dude,” You said your one-off date’s name, “Yeah him, he looked like my doppelganger don’t you think?”

He did look a lot like Semi.

At the same time you both added the addendum that his fashion was way worse than Semi’s. Semi just laughed, not even a laugh, he giggled. A 22-year-old child, giggling about how you were insulting your date. Shirtless, drunk, and now rubbing your back.

He had shifted, laying his back on the back of the couch, lightly kicking you so you would sit on the floor in front of him.

His hands were warm, due to the alcohol flowing through his veins. When he dug his thumb between your spine and shoulder blade you moaned. He asked if you felt good, and you nodded.

You didn’t expect him to slide your shirt up, your bare back exposed to the cold air of your apartment. In no time, his hands were soothing down the goosebumps.

“Make your little noise again.”

“Hm?” You turned your head to Semi.

“I want you to moan again.”

Your eyes widened. There was no teasing this time, he was dead serious.

Something was definitely wrong with your best friend, especially when he started to kiss your shoulders, moving to your jawline, attempting to move his lips wherever he could reach. He had slid down the couch, using his hands to pull your back against his chest. Skin on skin.

Your shirt was still bunched up at the back of your neck, but with the way that Semi was slowly sliding hands over your stomach, he had a plan to remove the purple sleep shirt. His maneuvers were snake-like. His intermittent hisses were reactions to your scent, your warmth, and the way your skin tasted on his tongue.

When he cupped your chest with one hand and had the other hand in your hair, you had to stop him. Quickly you stood up, and he cussed at the loss of touch.

“Eita, I think you need to sleep.” You tugged him up from the floor, and he just kept cursing. Incoherently, no rhyme or reason for what he was so mad about. You could hardly understand many of the words, a few distinct ones hit your eardrums: Konoha, coward, sex, music, the band. The most frequent word was your name.

You let him sit on the floor, going to grab a glass of water for him. When you reached into your fridge for a Gatorade as well, Semi was standing at the entrance to the kitchen. Brown eyes just watching you.

“One kiss.” He clearly stated.

You laughed, but he only got irritated.

“I’m serious. Just one.” He reaffirmed.

“You’re drunk. I’ll say it twice, Eita. You’re drunk.”

“I’m a better kisser when I’m drunk.”

“I don’t doubt that.”

You handed him the water. He downed it. You handed him the Gatorade. He sipped it. He probably had a reason for asking.

“Is it for a song?” You touched the bottom of the Gatorade bottle, lifting it closer to his mouth so he would take another drink. Semi angrily rolled his eyes, why would that be his only reason for asking to kiss you?

“If I say yes will you kiss me.”

You shook your head no. He was clearly inebriated. You didn’t know how he would feel about this in the morning, and you knew the alcohol was altering him.

It had been two years since you broke up with Konoha. You had promised that you wouldn’t date another member of your friend group. It just wouldn’t work. Plus with the new label intervention as well, they tried to subtly say that dating within the band could cause some scandals.

But they were an alternative indie band, so the label let a lot of the little things go.

But openly dating? Ruining the image of attainability? They just told everyone to keep relationships to a minimum, and if they did want to date, then you should be off limits.

Semi had never seemed more pissed at a formal organization, he ranted to you about how as soon as the three-year contract was up that Electric Guest should go back to being entirely independent.

You agreed, for the most part, just letting him consider how much easier it was for him to get creative licensing protection on his songs. He just said that working at the paralegal office would be enough skill to get legal protection on the music.

Semi cleaned up the Gatorade, tossing it into the trash can. You found yourself in a corner, the sink to your right, and the fridge to your left, Semi in all other directions.

Never had you seen his eyes so blown out. Not even after one of the longer smoke sessions, Matsukawa liked to cook up.

“If you can tell me you don’t love me then I’ll let it go.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “Eita, what? Of course, I love you. What are you talking about?”

“If you can tell me you haven’t thought about me when you were touching yourself. If you can tell me that you haven’t thought about my lips on you. If you can tell me that you never considered me as an option. If you can say that then I’ll drop it. Otherwise, please let me kiss you.” You paused your breathing. He looked at you. “And don’t use my blood alcohol content as an excuse.”

“I need a minute.” You gently pushed your hand on his bicep.

“I have time.”

You glanced at the microwave clock.

1:28 AM.

He started kissing you at 1:29 AM.

You didn’t stop him.

It was slow at first, gentle even. He started at your neck. Biding time before he got to where he wanted to go. He nipped along your jaw. Your hands were resting on his chest, your breath baited.

When he picked you up and sat you on the counter, you knew you were a goner.

He guided your hands to his hair, his shoulders, and his hips, telling you to just touch him and not stop. He gave himself 15 minutes. You didn’t know this, but he was only using 15 minutes. From 1:29 AM to 1:44 AM.

When he starts to rub his hips against yours, you wish you could’ve stayed like this for hours. You could feel the outline of his body through the sweatpants, and each time you made another sound, his hips just stilted before rubbing again with more pressure.

His first lip-to-lip kiss with you was dry. He just pressed your lips together. He paused, just letting the touch process in his mind. When you pressed back, he smiled into the kiss.

He could immortalize the kiss later, he still had 7 minutes left.

He wanted to reach his hand down into the front of your pants but knew you would draw the line there. His alcohol solution became the one barrier he wished he didn’t have at the moment. Especially when he could feel the way your thighs were shaking slightly, anticipation was a bitch.

He gently, lightly, wrapped one hand around your neck. The other hand was under your shirt doing things you couldn’t quite make sense of because his tongue was in your mouth. His thumb was distinctly writing the letters of his name over your nipples.

When the clock turned to 1:40 AM, he turned ravenous. He pressed his lips everywhere on your face, forehead, nose, chin. Dry turned to wet, and he knew you were covered in his saliva. You groaned slightly when he gave in and cupped the front of your shorts. Before he removed his hand in favor of just grinding against you again.

He was panting when the clock finally ticked to 1:44 AM. Semi tucked his head into the nook between your shoulder and neck. His arms under your shirt hugged you tighter, making you feel like a boa constrictor was attempting to cut off your oxygen supply.

“I’m tired.” You ran a hand through his hair. Telling him to let you go so you could get his futon. He shook his head, pieces of hair tickling you. He wasn’t tired physically, he was tired mentally. To hold back from someone you were magnetized to, spent all his energy. Until his willpower to fight the pull force was just entirely gone.

“Second door on the left?” He spoke right into your skin. If he had gotten this far, one last ditch attempt to feel all of you might just be his lucky opportunity. The second door on the left was your bedroom.

You nodded.

In the morning, you woke up to Semi tracing shapes on your thigh that was laid across his stomach.

He spoke first.

“We can talk about it after the show at Karazaki.” He had begun running his hand on your head, starting at the top of your head before sliding down to your nape. He repeated the soothing caress so many times you lost count.

“Ok.”

The doors finally shut, and all the people at Club Karazaki were finally ready to be blessed with the music from none other than Electric Guest.

The two-hour show went off without a hitch.

Konoha’s guitar solo got the most bras thrown at him. Futakuchi’s reverb of Arctic Monkeys’ “Knee Socks” had the most phones recording him, his drum set and single verse got more viral video and editing clips than you would know how to manage. Matsukawa and Hanamaki’s duet singing “Oh Devil” from the new album almost made you scream for them too.

It was finally time to close off the show, with Semi’s addition of “Get Out”. You couldn’t help but get thrilled at the idea of hearing your favorite song one more time before he planned to officially cut it from the setlist.

Instead of Hanamaki, Semi cleared his throat, thanking the audience for their time, and that the last song was going to be a crowd favorite.

Hanamaki stepped back. Now, the main singer of a band did not just simply step back and out of the primary light. You fidgeted with the system, getting equal lighting on everyone. The red slow strobe was always a good default, especially since you had no idea what was going on.

“I’ll max it out one time for you.” Semi sang.

This wasn’t the revised ending song. It wasn’t even “Get Out”, the song you had believed to be Semi’s bonus on the setlist. You clicked into your headphones, trying to contact Konoha. Radio silence on your end. Standing up in the back of the club, you waved your arms rapidly. Trying to get Semi’s attention.

What the hell was he doing?

“You should never worry, you’ve been here a long time.” His bass guitar was strumming to the beat of your pulse, just fast enough to keep you alive, but steadily increasing in speed. Matsukawa’s keyboard was playing perfectly in tune. So at least you knew they had practiced this song before.

Maybe more than one practice though, because the flow of the music was just too smooth. You sit back down, and instead of leaving the blaring red strobe lights, you cool it down. A light blue focal light on Semi, with grays and whites on the other band members.

It matched with the RnB edge this song had.

“Now you’re in a hurry. Feels like a long way home.”

He moved up more, tugging on the chord connecting his guitar. He stood in the center of the stage.

His vocals were stunning. Usually, it was Hanamaki singing, with Semi doing the backing vocals. But this was all Semi’s scratchy, deep, resounding, pleading voice. He sang like he was begging for a lifeline.

“You’re just the light I follow.” He wasn’t closing his eyes, he was looking straight at you. You looked behind yourself, only seeing the black wall. You checked in front of you to see if any girls you were familiar with were standing in front of your systems booth. But no, the crowd was just packed with dedicated fanboys and fangirls tonight.

“Right now you just can’t see. I’ll feel the same tomorrow. ‘Cause a good thing is falling on me.”

So this is what all your boys had been talking about. Semi’s special show.

“I’ll max it out one time.”

What a nerd.

“And I know they go on and on and on, I know you’re growing tired of me.”

You’d never get tired of him. And somehow you knew that he knew that.

“And even when you're nervous, or you’re feeling out of order”

Hanamaki had joined in, singing the backing lyrics at this point. Semi just kept looking at you.

“I’m somewhere right next to you, singing you the chorus.”

He’d always been clingy.

“I’ll max it out one time for you, ‘Cause I know it’s overdue.”

Hell yeah, it was overdue.

“So, I raise my glass to you.”

He raises his bottle of water.

An uncontrollable smile erupts over his face. The crowd is in shambles. People were screaming, some were off in a tucked away corner kissing, and someone was getting pulled off the gate to the stage by security.

He doesn’t sing anymore. He mouths the words to just you.

“I love you.”

So there they were, Electric Guest. Sitting in a run-down 24/7 diner laughing and throwing fries at each other.

So there they were; Semi and you. He had his arms around you, chin resting on your shoulder, joking about the time Konoha had spilled his weird mixture of mayo and ketchup all over a borrowed white shirt.

Hanamaki and Matsukawa were pinching each other under the table.

Futakuchi and Konoha were arguing about who got more tagged posts on Instagram.

“I think we should adopt a baby or something.” Hanamaki waved Matsukawa’s vape in the air.

“You would be arrested in like two seconds. You can barely function as a human being Hiro.” Futakuchi ate another fry, starting to list off all the reasons Hanamaki would make a horrible parent figure. Matsukawa kept trying to get another hit from his vape, but Hanamaki just kept waving it around.

You turned to face Semi, but he was already looking at you.

“Max It Out?” You brought up the title of his Not Confession, confession song.

“I wanted to title it your name, but no, that would be too on the nose for some people.” Semi glared at Konoha.

Konoha shrugged, “Eita, you always go on and on about increasing your bass, I thought that ‘Max It Out’ would just click better with the average audience. You know, the same audience who wasn’t exactly there to witness you groping on our friend here last week.” Konoha patted your thigh.

Futakuchi dropped his fry. Complaining that he was always the last one to know what was going on with his friends.

“I wouldn’t call it groping, maybe loving, but not groping.”

“That could be a good lyric for our next song,” Matsukawa brought his hands up to motion them in a rainbow shape, presenting an idea, “we could call it, ‘I Had Sex With My Best Friend Who I Pined After Since I Was Nineteen, I Also Passionately Care About Her And Ended Up Punching Her Ex-Boyfriend Who Is Also My Other Best Friend’ I think that has a real ring to it for a song title.”

Semi rolled his eyes, “Not looking like that title would fit with the rest of our catalog.”

You consoled Matsukawa by handing him back the fiver he gave you for trimming his hair.

Futakuchi, still upset at not knowing about you and Semi’s incident, posed a question, “Well if Aki, Eita, and I have all kissed you, where does that leave Issei and Hiro?”

Semi’s mouth dropped open, “When did that happen?”

“Our kiss? Uh, I can’t remember. But we did.”

You shrugged, it wasn’t your best moment. But Futakuchi had been a very good kisser. “After advertising class ended. I was having a moment about where my life was going.”

“I still think you’re the prettiest girl I’ve kissed so far.”

Semi groans. “This is so unfair. I waited over four years, but Jiji and Aki got to kiss you before me?”

“Slow your roll Eita, if we keep this up, maybe we will end up in a polyamorous relationship.” Hanamaki analyzed, and you knew all about his thoughts about that situation occurring. He had told you several times that if a six-person relationship did exist, then it still wouldn't be as amazing as the dynamics between all of you.

“No more kissing other people,” Semi rubbed your elbow, “You’re stuck to me now. Might as well stay with the one with the best dick.”

You nodded. Semi grinned, waiting expectantly.

“This is the part where you start listing off other good qualities about me.”

“Nope, I think you listed them all.”

Konoha stuck his tongue out and mocked Semi’s claims about genitalia.

After a copious amount of french fries, and enough jokes about everything that had happened the last few years, Semi and you walked hand in hand to his car.

“I got a new bass booster in my car.”

“Why exactly?” You buckled yourself, before reaching over and buckling Semi in as well.

“So I can blast our favorite songs while making you scream.”

There he was, your flirting, egotistical, arrogant, loving best friend. You nixed the best friend part in your head, writing ‘soulmate’ in place.

“Also, can you rescind the whole work-husband divorce claims?” He rested his hand on the back of your seat while backing up his car. Flexing his arm on purpose.

“Sure, there’s a few things you’ll have to do before I officially call you husband again.” You listed off chores, errands, and body parts.

Semi licked his lips, “I can do that.”

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BONUS:

Playlist for all the music nerds out there: (aka my headcanon of 'Electric Guest's Latest Album)

"Max It Out" - Electric Guest --- The main song from this fic, Semi's confession fic. It was not the only confession song he wrote though. One day, all the lyrics he wrote became less about teenagerhood and fun and genuinely about love.

"Get Out" -Electric Guest --- Our main character's favorite song, it's about exceptionalism. If you can't handle the heat, don't play in the arena. Also about gambling and not going back to toxic people. MC is an icon for sure for having this as her favorite song (Max It Out is her actual favorite, but would rather die than tell Semi)

"This Head I Hold" - Electric Guest --- Matsukawa's favorite, he gets to start the song off with his keyboard. Also Matsukawa's favorite because it's about getting high. The druggie energy is strong with him.

"That's What Happens" -Kid Bloom --- An unreleased Semi song, depression hit him hard when he and Konoha had their heart-to-heart. He kept it locked away until this very specific album release. When he went into detail telling our main character about why he wrote the song, she had to wipe tears from the corners of Semi's eyes, give him love please.

"Window Pane (Pretty Little Thing)" - GSoul --- Hanamaki's favorite song off their newest album, mostly because he helped to write the lyrics, but he'll still love to sing "Lavender Sunflower" because no words sung will ever top "sexify" for him.

"Hold Me" - Hojean --- Futakuchi's favorite song from the new album because the drums are the most heavily featured at the core. And because the autotune is heavy enough to let him pretend Hanamaki isn't the one singing.

"Wake" - Jiwoo --- When Semi wrote this one, Konoha had spent hours trying to figure out who it was about. To Konoha's shock it was about his ex-girlfriend turned into lifelong best friend. Konoha almost got revenge by punching Semi and telling him that it had already been two years, and that someone would make a move soon. Semi then explained his idea for his confession. Konoha realized his friend may be an actual genius.

"Oh Devil" - Electric Guest --- Konoha's favorite song off the new album, he spent the most time in the recording studio practicing this one, he even picked up some additional instruments to help produce it to its highest potential.

"Basic" - Electric Guest --- Semi's hate-piece to the label and to other bands who had been calling out Electric Guest's unconventional style choices. The label thought this one would be the least streamed, jokes on them because it got TikTok famous (courtesy of Semi's newly shown off girlfriend making hot edits for each of the band members)

"Charismatic" - Hailey Knox --- Hanamaki's only duet with a woman. The singer loved what they were doing, and asked to be the main vocal on a b-side song. When all was said and done, Hanamaki and Matsukawa finally had another person to blow smoke with when listening to "Sex, Drugs, Etc."

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cherrysurf · 1 month ago

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merry christmas dear cherry blossom boutique !! I hope your holidays will go amazing as well, though I come with a request <3

I'd like to order some chocolate chip reindeer cookies for Kuroo!! It would be appreciated if he could bring small ornaments so we can go christmas shopping together !! ♡

thank you very much in advance.

with love and health, mey ♡

christmas nights with you !

(hey mey bae i hope you love this sm)

Kenma had invited all of the old nekoma volleyball team as a small get together at his place a few days before christmas it was casual attire which wasn’t shocking since kenma is king lazy, you were excited to see everyone again, the people whom you most kept contact with were kuroo and kenma. Kenma was your best friend and so was Kuroo but you had a deep crush for him. Since your first year and Kuroo's second year of high school, Kenma thought it was kinda sad that you hadn’t told Kuroo your feelings for him, but how could you? when you were going to his 3 year you saw no point. Kuroo was going to college and was bound to have college hookups and flings or a girlfriend and unfortunately you were right about the girlfriend part, he wound up getting a girlfriend in your first year of college and his second year of college, it was toxic to say the least they never quite understood each other and you and him didn’t speak for awhile, outta respect for his girlfriend and your feelings for him. Kuroo ended up getting very nasty towards you and how you just pushed him away, but he had no idea why. so now after college thankfully kuroo and his girlfriend had ended things a year ago, so you ended up finding your way back as friends during his healing phase. You guys got closer than ever before. It was like highschool but two times better if that was never possible which didn’t help your feelings at all. He began to get more touchy which left you flustered and all over the place nonetheless you kept your composure and cared more about each other's friendship than your feelings for him. So now kenma thinks this is your chance to tell kuroo about your feelings, it’s been long enough so he’s healed and second you’ve been waiting for quite literally YEARS?! according to him. You told him you’d think about it…

so now at the party as you babysit your mango agave tea, listening to conversation about past and recent matches in the volleyball league and christmas plans, your eyes wander off to kuroo who seems super into the conversation looking as handsome as ever and now his eyes catch you looking at him and he gives you a small smile and looks in the direction of the balcony, giving you a signal you meet him there, which you do a few minutes later he follows. “nice weather for it being winter huh?” he says approaching you to stand beside you, “yeah it’s really nice i’m enjoying it” you smile staring off into the scenery “how have you been” he asks looking in the same direction as you “good just somethings that’s been bothering me i guess ya know but very normal” you say turning your head to face him “and you” you question him “good i’ve been a lot better especially since last year i feel a lot better” he says looking back at you somehow losing himself in your eyes you giggle lightly “that’s good i’m really proud of you, you’ve come so far” you say he smiles it’s actually beaming at this point “thanks yn so have you” this moment feels oh so sweet like honey that you could savory all night long “hey kuroo there’s something i’ve been meaning to say since….while i guess for awhile now” you look at him, and now his more attentive than ever “well spit it out don’t keep me waiting anymore yn” he says “uhm so i've liked you for awhile now since my second year of highschool, and i never thought it was the right time to say anything but im scared if i don’t say it tonight i'll never say it at all.” you say nervously cheeks red and flushed not only from the winter cold but the act of confessing, he stares at you a bit in shocked and confused “it took you this long, and i thought i lost any hope in this” he says facing you now fully attentive to you “what do you mean?” you say now your the one confused “i mean of you liking me i thought i was crazy and delusional so i dated my ex to make that feeling go away and it never did, and you pushing away didn’t help so i got mad at you i'm sorry yn i really am.” he says your eyes instantly well up and he plunges right in for a kiss on the lips and you follow it was passionate and full of love and peace of knowing he was finally yours now and forever.

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valentine-cafe · 30 days ago

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Hello beautiful people!! Can i request a mango pudding🍮?

Being in the library with him, because you had set your mind into learning poetry, and though he couldn't understand why, he tried to help you. You were his friend, afterall. And you seemed so determined, so serious... Only for that to fade as you grew more and more frustrated with yourself, eventually giving up and mumbling under your breath, "how ever will i impress you this way?" You were blushing too.

Oh. Oh--

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you hadn't expected his reaction to your words at all, only to be touched greatly by the end of it all

It is so silent that you are certain that the books will fly from the shelves and sing to ease the awkwardness that weighs heavy in the room.

Well, the awkwardness that your frazzled mind spins into the atmosphere. What else could it be? You cannot will yourself to look up from the book of a thousand poetries that sit within your quivering palms. It is as though the words inked on the pages glue your gaze to them. A desperate attempt to shield you from the sight of the tall man seated alongside you.

Your nails itch to claw into the hardcover material. Your respect for book’s spins and Talisen’s ever-adoration for literature keeps you from doing so.

Should you leave?

Should you dig your heels into the deep maroon carpets and kick off through the intricate library? So that only the shelves and catwalks of books are left to judge you in his stead?

The storm of thoughts find their rainbow. An electric sensation statics across your shoulder as a cold hand hovers right above it.

“May I?”

Such a soft voice could never even dream of cloaking judgement. Not even if it tried with all its might.

Swirling like the tides of the ocean, way down below. Like a vase attempting to piece itself back together, is your mind in the process of taking in his soft request.

And to all you can respond, it is only a simple, shaky: ‘yes,’ that makes its way out of your mouth.

Electric, is what it felt, when a cold hand finds the warmth of your shoulder. Resting it there.

Winter must’ve crashed into summer early this year around. Fall was barely there, gone with the blink of an eye. And spring did indeed come forth, blossoming the most vibrant of flora and verdure around the garden of your soul.

“Poetry is music of the soul,” he’d coo at you softly. Leaning closer to you, with gentle hands that remove the soft, leather book from the shaky hands that previously held it.

Another strike of the coldness finds you. His hand in yours.

Oh your heart stutters. Is this not poetry? The library walls sigh in wonder and admiration as they behold the sight.

“Let the floorboards creak beneath the soles of your feet.” You whisper, earning an earnest and fond smile from the poet. Gods, he is beautiful. Fitting right into the scenery of the nightly lit library the both of you had agreed to make way to so that he could tutor you in poetry.

Jet-black hair curtains your face as he leans a bit closer. Looking into your eyes with a joy you have never before seen his eyes express.

“And there you have it.” He whispers.

“What is the soul?” It is a simple question you know the answer to already. Yet your heart swells with that familiar feeling. It is not sadness, nor is it hurt. But it aches at you just the slightest.

You give him a small, quivering smile, gently squeezing his hand.

“Individual.”

Hush, the entire library is once more, quiet. All your ears pick up is the wind, blowing and howling loudly from outside. Rattling away at the windows at times. Acting like dogs of the night, eagerly urging you on to say more. Yet you cannot.

The lantern shaped lamps from the ceiling flicker softly, giving ambience to the library most find interesting for its fantastical and vintage look, almost otherworldly. Compared to that of the technical and futuristic world you live in.

You clear your throat, looking down and then back up at him with a small smile.

He only catches the hint, and brushes a reassuring thumb across your cheek.

“It is, yes.” With a small pause, he blinks. Tilting his head slightly.

Like the eyes that read the scribbled text upon paper every day. He takes you in, like you were the most delightful piece of writing he had ever read. A paragraph beautifully expressed by just a few sentences.

“None bear the same music. Dear, you needn’t impress me with poetry. When you are poetry in and of itself.”

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reicraft · 9 months ago

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Golden Mangos

Aphrodite!Fem!Reader x Travis Stoll

Summary: after a certain incident you can’t help but start liking mangos a bit more, and maybe a certain camper as well.

Contains: fluff, characters can be ooc, usual Stoll sibling antics, some swearing, kind of cringe lines ngl

A/N: I love this small prank the stolls pull on the Aphrodite cabin and it inspired me to write this fic. Hope you guys like it. Reqs are open <3. Also I hate mangos idk what demon possessed to write a character that loves them.

Word Count: 2.5k

If there is one thing your cabin mates knew about you, it is your strong affinity for mangos–or, as Drew likes to call it ‘an extreme obsession’. Another fact was that, for some odd reason, camp didn't have mangos. Well not least you bribed a Dementer kid to grow some or got a Hermes child to bring you one from the outside. Sometimes, you would even go back home during winter break just to be able to enjoy some sweet mangos, even if they weren’t in season. Your dad always spoiled you rotten with everything, from actual mangos to mango lip gloss. So, it came to your sibling's surprise that there you were eating half a mango for breakfast. Lost in your world without a care for the burning eyes watching you.

“How exactly did you get that?” asked Piper, munching on her bowl of strawberries, “One of the boys from cabin 4” You replied oh so casually.

“Y/N, you can't just use your charmspeak casually,” complained Mitchell. Unlike Piper and Drew, you tended to use your charmspeak for more trivial things. If your mother gave you a gift, it was to be used, and maybe you did use it for small things like getting out of archery or another serving of strawberry shortcake. Maybe it wasn't the best use of such power, but it came in handy, overall being blessed with beauty had its perks.

“It's fine I was just craving some. Plus the Hermes kids haven't made their trip yet, so something had to be done,” you said, cleaning off the dripping juice. It might have been the best mango you have eaten if it weren't for your siblings shooting daggers at you. “Well, at least I'm not using my charmspeak to manipulate a cabin,” you continued.

“It's been months, let it go, please,” said Drew, now getting slightly annoyed by you. But who could blame you? You were slightly annoyed at this conversation yourself. Couldn't a girl enjoy her mango in peace?

“Anyways we have archery practice, so don't charmspeak your way out,” said Piper, looking directly at you.

“Hey, it was like three times, I was tired,” you defended yourself, putting your hands up. Despite the occasional squabbles, you did love all your siblings. Yes, maybe you had petty fights like Valentina stealing Drew's crop top or Mitchell using Noah’s cologne. But nothing extreme. At the end of the day, the power of gossip and love united, making you a happy little family.

So as you all enjoyed your archery class led by Kayla from the Apollo cabin, playfully pointing arrows at each other and cheering Lacy on as she hit a bullseye, you failed (more like didn't expect) to notice two mops of curly brown ran past you, making a beeline for a certain pink cabin tip-toeing in and out, leaving the object in their hands giggling at their prank.

So, as your cabin finished the lesson and made your way for a quick break, you didn't expect to see a golden mango with ‘for the hottest’ written on it.

“Aw, I love it when people leave things for me,” said Drew, picking up said mango ready to add it to her infinite collection of love letters

“Well it doesn't say for who it is,” said Mitchell.

“Maybe it's for me,” said another one of your siblings.

“I'm the hottest I don't know what you're talking about” interjected your sister.

“I was told I rival my mom's beauty,” you added.

“She's OUR mother too,” started Piper.

Your banter slowly turned into actual fighting, screams echoing outside the cabin as glass bottles shattered.

“That was my only bottle left, you bitch” screamed Drew as Valentina threw her perfume to the ground. It didn't stop there, as shoes and clothes flew out the window, landing in the mud

“Mom gave me that belt, Mitchell,” cried one of your brothers, as said belt was now covered in gross mud, lost forever.

“Oh my gods, why could you cut up my Miu Miu sweater? that was expensive,” you sobbed as one of your sisters started cutting up clothes nearby.

Safe to say, the cabin was no longer the organized place that always got a 5, it looked worse than the Hermes cabin, with tattered clothes mixed with spilled makeup and perfume covering the floor.

“What in gods name is this?” You all looked like deers caught in headlights once Chiron stepped foot in the cabin.

“They started it,” everyone said simultaneously, pointing in different directions.

“Actually, I believe I found the perpetrators outside. Still, kitchen duty for all,” he said, galloping outside as said perpetrators peeked into the cabin

“We did well with this one, Trav,” said conner snickering.

“You'll pay for this Stolls'' screeched Drew. Suddenly, seventeen angry children of Aphrodite ran towards the siblings. Yes they had pulled hair and spills all over their clothes, but they didn't care about appearances at the moment, especially you, who would waste such a good mango just like that, plus you were still mad about your sweater, you had planned on wearing it for the bonfire later.

Fortunately, some form of revenge was taken as pasty white foundation appeared on Travis's face, making him look like a clown, and Connor’s clothes instantly shrunk two sizes smaller. You would say he was rocking the crop top, but it honestly just looked funny.

All of the cabin stood there in a circle, scowls on their faces and some laughing at the sight, as you broke through your teared-up sweater still in hand.

“Nemesis is a bitch I guess” said one of your sisters as you threw your sweater at Travis's face. “You're lucky we’re being nice to both of you,” you said, quickly storming off back to your cabin. Now who was going to clean all of this up?

It took most of the cabin all day until dinner to clean up all the broken glass and fabric left on the floor, as well as clean some of the muddy designer shoes.

“I'm sorry Y/N. I know you loved that sweater,” said your sister. It was more than just an extremely expensive sweater to you, your father had gifted it to you as a birthday present. It wasn't often you got to see him only during winter break on occasion. It was a small piece that tied you back home, and now it was destroyed.

“It's fine. Maybe I could get a new one” you lied through your teeth. Even a new sweater couldn't replace the damage done, and you swore upon your mother and Nemesis that you would get your revenge on the Stolls. Maybe you could make them fall in love with a frog or cause someone to break their heart. Anything at the moment seemed like a better revenge than their permanent makeup and clothing curse placed by your siblings. You were just so mad you couldn’t fathom it all.

It all just got you in a terrible mood. You were sure your anger and bitterness could turn the campfire black. And there you were, getting ready for said campfire with no sweater on, and your favorite mango balm was also a small victim of your sibling's anger. You sat at dinner sulking, not speaking to anyone, trying to eat your mango, thinking it could cheer you up but it didn’t. It just made you angrier at the Stolls, especially Travis with his cheeky smile as you threw him your destroyed sweater. Granted, it might have been the clown makeup, but still.

And you continued to sulk during the campfire, not singing along and sitting slightly apart from your siblings. Most of them had made amends at this point, but you just acted like it. Who could blame you for being petty? It was only justified. You were so entranced in your own emotions that you failed to see the person sitting next to you, yet the small gift placed on your lap didn’t go unnoticed.

“I heard from Gwen about your sweater,” he said, looking down at the floor “I’m sorry about the whole ordeal, really.”

You sighed as you looked towards him “Travis you know I can’t get that makeup off of you,” you said. You were sure whatever this gift was it was probably bribery, and your anger couldn’t let you see past that.

“Maybe you should open it first. I kind of left camp for this and paid for it,” he said, finally looking back at you. You tried your best not to laugh at his face, but he did look ridiculous with the clown makeup.

You opened the gift carefully, revealing a pink sweater almost exactly like the one you lost. You gasped as you looked back at Travis, “I know it’s not Moo Moo.”

“Miu Miu,” you corrected.

“Yeah that. But still I wanted to replace it. I know it doesn’t have the same meaning, I'm sorry, really,” his apology seemed sincere, and you couldn’t dictate lies between his words.

“Thanks, but what about the rest of the things my siblings lost?” You weren’t wrong. If he wanted to apologize, he should’ve been replacing all the things lost in this ‘prank.’

“Well, it’s not like they like mangos,” he said ever so casually, confusing you.

“Excuse me?”

“Yeah, you know there’s only one person in that cabin that likes mangos. It was a golden mango,” he got up and just left, winking at you as you stayed there processing his words. You would’ve laughed at his face, but even with the gods awful makeup, he looked cute, and you could almost feel your heart skip a beat as to what he was insinuating. But still, you didn’t understand what exactly he was trying to tell you. He left you there dumbfounded, trying to understand your feelings at that moment.

Being a daughter of Aphrodite, you could be pretty oblivious when it came to your feelings. You knew instantly if someone had a crush on another person, yet you couldn't understand why your heart beated so fast around the Hermes boy. You chalked it up to the ridiculous makeup he had, considering you found clowns creepy, but it still felt different. Suddenly, you didn't feel like skipping archery class anymore if it meant the Hermes cabin was going to be there, or putting a little bit more effort into your appearance each morning. You even wore your pink sweater religiously, as if it was the only item of clothing you owned.

Your siblings were not as oblivious as you, they knew about the secret glances during breakfast or how your voice went up an octave when you spoke to him. But in true aphrodite cabin style, they watched from afar, seeing a love story form right before their eyes. And it wasn't hard to push you guys together, you seemed to always unconsciously follow him around, excusing it by saying you wanted to be more involved in camp.

“Y/N could you take over arts and crafts for me today? I’m kind of busy with some other things,” asked Mitchell. He was free, but you did need to know that, and being the understanding sister that you were, you agreed. But your dear brother forgot to mention one slight detail: it was all the younger campers, which you couldn't stand sometimes, and that it was an arts and crafts session with the Hermes cabin.

So, it came as a surprise to see a familiar mop of curls sitting at a separate table from the rest of the campers, making his own friendship bracelets. And it seemed to be a surprise to Travis too, fixing his hair and discreetly checking his breath once he caught a glimpse of you.

“I thought Mitchell was helping today,” he said, pulling the chair next to him. You sat down fixing your hair too.

“Actually, he is busy today, so I'm covering,” you explained, avoiding his eyes. His clown makeup long gone, you finally were able to appreciate his blue eyes and elvish features.

“I’m glad you like the sweater,” he said, breaking the silence between you too. You had forgotten you were wearing it; it was muscle memory at this point.

“Yeah, it's nice. Thank you so much,” you said, trying to hide the blush creeping on your face.

“I'm glad you like it. I had to play poker with some of my siblings to buy it,” he said, and as your mouth dropped, Hermes boy’s were known for shoplifting once in a while, and you had assumed that was the case. But with the simple fact he went through all that trouble to get you a sweater made your heart flutter, you couldn't ignore it anymore: you had a crush on Travis Stoll and he had a crush on you.

You kind of knew about the boy's feelings, being one of the many gifts blessed upon you by your mother. Yet for a whole month, you were in denial of your feelings. How could you like someone who played such a prank on you and your siblings? Or who always had a stupid smirk on his face to pair up with his cocky personality? Yet, you couldn't help it, your heart secretly longed for him.

“You didn't have to go through so much trouble for a sweater, you know,” you said, grabbing some thread to make your bracelet.

“I know, but I wanted to make things right,” he said smiling at you.

"You should've replaced Mitchells cologne, aren't you guys friends?” you said, not looking at how his smile slowly faded.

“We are friends, but I wanted to make things right with you,” you couldn't help but smile at his words as butterflies started to form in your stomach.

“Why with me though?” Travis groaned, running his hand over his face. “I thought you were a daughter of Aphrodite” he said, with slight annoyance laced in his words

“I am, but that still doesn't answer my question,” You finally looked up at him holding back from laughing in his face.

“Because you're you, and I… don't you get it Y/N?” he said, stumbling over his words.

“Gods don't make me spell it out, this is so embarrassing,” the young campers long forgotten as they left both of you alone. “I like you. Gods, the mango was meant for you, there's only one person in that cabin that eats mangos like she can't live without them,” he spilled out, feeling a weight lift off his chest

“I knew,” you said. You couldn't help but smile, it was only you ever wanted to hear from him, ever since he sat next you at that campfire.

“You knew!?”

“Trav I can sense when someone has a crush, I just wanted you to say it,” now it was his time to blush at the sound of his name leaving your lips.

“And I guess the feelings are reciprocated” you finished off, looking directly into his eyes.

“So, will you go out on a date with me?” he asked, smiling so wide it hurt his cheeks.

“If there's going to be mangos, then yes I would love to go on a date with you,” you responded. It felt like time stopped, and it was only you and Travis in that moment, looking at each other's eyes stuck in your bubble of love.

#ria fics #travis stoll x reader #travis stoll #travis stoll pjo #travis stoll x y/n #travis stoll x you #percy jackon and the olympians #fanfic #hermes cabin #aphrodite cabin #aphrodite!reader #Travis fluff

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staliamazing · 7 months ago

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weekly tag game that i'm bad at xoxo

name: sarah

age: 21

astrological sign: taurus

upon which continent do you reside: australia

tell us how you're feeling right now using 3-5 emojis: 🎃👩‍❤️‍👩🍫🤒😴

whats your favorite flavor of gum?: grape hubba bubba tape

whats the last movie you watched?: challengers! best movie oh my gosh that's why i've been reblogging so much stuff from it. i don't usually watch them so it's really blown me away. patrick zweig the man that you are.

what was your worst subject in high school?: geography! it didn't really click for me but i really hated my teacher who refused to call me my name and only called me "miss insert last name here". i say i was bad at maths but got a band 5 in it for the HSC aka like, a B/B+ for the non-aussies?

whats the job you stayed at for the shortest period of time?: an aussie lingerie company! i was only a christmas casual. it was actually my first ever job and i was very scared of the manager but it helped me rip off the bandaid.

whats your favorite thing to do at an amusement park?: bitch NOTHING. eat some ice cream and go home. i am not a thrill seeker, i hate people and not having two feet planted firmly on the ground. even then the food would probably make me sick.

what condiments go on top of the perfect hot dog (meat or plant-based)?: bbq sauce and onion. by hot dog i mean bunnings sausage sandwich.

cincinnati chili, thoughts?: very few! but chili is yum, i have been enjoying spicy stuff lately. hearty meals as it's getting to be winter!

do you sleep with a plushie?: yes! well they sleep on my bed. i get too overstimulated when i have to touch them at night cos sleep is very difficult. they are named wags and shaky and are my absolute best friends, i don't know what i'd do without them. they're a bit saggy cos they're both around as old as me.

how do you feel about thunderstorms?: not great! the last thunderstorm i endured i was HOME ALONE listening to ethel cain so safe to say i was certain it was my final, doomed hour on this earth. only in the past year have i stopped going into mums room when they get really bed. i am a naturally very fearful person who is convinced i'm unsafe a lot.

what's the last animal you touched?: my sister's cat, norton. who is being a bully to his sister so i was patting him gently and telling him to not be mean.

grab the nearest item with words on it that ISNT a book and tell me the final word: "VEGAN" - my body shop mango lip scrub because mine are always weird and chapped.

have you ever forgotten to do an assignment until the night before its due?: most certainly not! if it's the night before and it's not done, that's a purposeful choice. i'm not sure what it is in me but if i feel like i'm gonna flop i just. stop. can't fail me if i already failed MYSELF, babygirl.

thanks for tagging me @iansw0rld aka the only person who will read this probs LOL. they're fun!

@randomuser-05 if you wanna add some answers u can xoxo

#weekly tag game #i am the coolest best person

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v1vian-th3-f4nfic-wr1ter · 10 months ago

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An Eternity With You

《Chapter 2》

Potiental Triggers: Insecurity (Gerald) Self Doubt (Gerald) Smoking (Felix) Implied/Mention of Sex But Nothing Detailed (Gerald and Reader and Honestly All of them) Family Death (Reader)

Authors note: This chapter will be focused on Geralds growing relationship with reader and how he feels about them but remains blind to the romantic feelings, he doubts himself about being a good partner to Felix and Arthur and feels insecure about his position in the cartel, future chapters will explore the rest of their relationship (arthur and felix) with reader but for now its just gerald also, fuck slowburn

Taglist:

@otaku-girl-ao3

@fckedupnerd

The winter air blew harshly into Arthurs face, it didnt faze him as he entered the cathedral and went down the elevator, met with Gerald eating a steak and wine for lunch and Felix smoking a cigarette, looking at himself in the smaller mirror. Validating himself...though mostly negative comments, it was an average day, he sat down in a chair in front of a desk, working on a new launch of caramels and the flavors. He spoke in a calm but demanding voice "What do you think does with caramel?" He said, not looking at either of them. They stare at him, Gerald spoke up first "Well if it were me it would be strawberry or icing, well...assuming youre asking me though i get the vibes you are referring to us both"

"Yes, exactly. Now Felix, any recommendation or are you too busy being a doll in the mirror" Arthur said, slightly irriated

"H-huh? Oh uhm...maybe mango or...blueberry? I like those with caramel" Felix said in a panic

Arthur nodded and considered his options, Gerald just kept eating "You know you attractive Felix, why are you even doing this?" Felix copied his words mockingly, thinking Gerald was mocking him, Gerald sighed in defeat and was getting ready to head out "Am going out, do any of you want anything?" He asked, Felix responded "Just black coffee, and thank you Gerald" He nodded and looked at Arthur "Coffee with creamer and two spoons of sugar, and also a pastry if you happen to pass by a bakery or café" He nodded and headed out to the café you work at

You were cleaning up a table when he headed inside the café

"Oh, youre back already! Well i assume its the usual?" You spoke in a cheery voice "Yes quite, but also add a black coffee and coffee with creamer and two spoons or cubes of sugar, and a slice chocolate cake" You nodded and headed in to the back

He sat down in his usual seat, depressed, they just brush him off as an errand boy or just a pillar of support when they lose money "You think you had sex with them enough times, theyd actually treat you as a person... Am i just that insufferable?" He mutters out loud, you overheard when you were bring him his order

"Oh brighten up! And here, i added an extra slice, on the house, dont worry" He was wide eyed but happily accepted the cake, You helped him put the food in to go boxes and chatted for a while, you felt a sense of joy when he was around, you started to fall in love

"Well i best be going, theyre waiting for me, thank you for the cake slice" He waved you goodbye and left the cafe with a massive tip of 250 in your hands, you smiled and put it away when you got home, happy someone actually likes the café you work at, it finally gives you and the owner some money to make the café and general life better, you look up at your celling. Thinking about if you should take a day off tommorow, for now you sleep peacefully

Meanwhile Gerald at the vault hours earlier

"Am back" he greeted as he placed down the food, Felix took the black coffee and sips on it, Arthur took the other coffee and slice of cake, they were both delightedly surprised "Where did you get this?" Felix asked "Oh its from the café i get my lunch, though i doubt you would go to the shady part of town for it" he answers, Felix's face contorts into disgust but still drank the coffee, meanwhile arthur was just enjoying the cake and coffee "Its a shame they couldnt get a better spot for the café, id go everyday if it were in out part of town" Arthur commented "But it seems you go there everyday, if it isnt much of a hassle, would you get me this, Gerald?" Gerald nodded, though albeit a bit forced

He ate his food and stayed behind, thinking about you, and my god. He was falling harder than a brick hitting a rock

The next day~

He entered the café, more cheery than ever when he saw you, being happy, he got his usual and since you were about to take your break, you chatted with him, you notice he was more touchy than usual, but you brushed it off, until he finally asked you to come and stay at his estate today, you tried to deny but he conviced you to come with him after both of you are available today

After your shift you headed to the adress he gave you, you look at the estate, it was grand and large with a grand garden outside and with a foutain in the middle, you eyed the glorious estate before knocking on the door, nervour, Gerald opens the door, happy to see you actually made it to his place, he offers you some tea, you accept and sip on it, you sat down on one of the plush couches, he sat in front of you. You chatted about your personal lives "Well actually, my mother died way before i moved here, but i got over it...but it still makes me shed a tear" you sobbed sliently, he wipes away your tears and moves to be next to you, you clung to him and cried a river, Gerald comforted you as best he could

Once the tears slowed down you fixed yourself up and profusely apologize for ruining the suit hes wearing, he brushes it off since he has many more things to wear in his estate, by the time you finished the meeting it wss very late, 10 oclock, Gerald offers you to stay because it would be dangerous to go home at a time like this

You accepted and you took a bath, you notice all of the luxury skincare and bathrobs out for you. You have a hard time not admiring the decor and the overall presentation of the bathroom, you took the bath and blow-dried your hair for the first time, you were heading out the bathroom when Gerald suggested you to sleep in his room since it would be a just a one night thing

Little do you know you ended up having a one night stand with him

You woke up to the sunlight breaching the room from the curtains, you looked around and found yourself with your arms around gerald as you slept on his arm, you remember the events before and blush heavily to yourself, you got up, careful not to wake Gerald and closed the curtains, entering his arms again and fell asleep

An hour later he woke up, you still asleep, he got into pajamas and sat on the edge of the bed, completely regretting everything. He gave you pleasure, that was the intent but he didnt expect to go this far, he questions himself if hes even a good partner, and you agreed out of pity for his own ego, and what will the other two think of him?! He just cheated on them and didnt feel an ounce of regret, and what will happen to their reputations if the public found out Gerald fucking Prodnose was in a threesome with his competitors and CHEATED on them

His ADHD wasnt being helpful either, he was being overstimulated by his surroundings, almost feels suffocating to him, he was walking around the room and shaking his hands, trying not to think about it when you woke up from his loud footsteps "Why are you walking so much...?" He responds with "Nothing, just...needed to stretch my legs" "Well, come on, come over here" he wanted nothing more than to be comforted so he joins you in the bed once again, he wraps his arms around you. Relieving some stress

Meanwhile Arthur and Felix were at Arthurs mansion, just having a night of pleasure themselves, Felix was wearing a green slik robe, though one of his shoulders were showing, he wasnt eating meanwhile Arthur was having a steak and wine for breakfast. They couldnt careless about Gerald in the moment, just enjoying the morning, blind to Geralds meltdown

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Authors note: Sorry for the small chapter but i really want chapter three to be made because oh my god it is juicy, and let me know if you have any feedback, and have any ideas for any spin offs!

-Yours Truly, V1vian <3

#gerald prodnose #gerald prodnose x reader #felix fickelgruber #arthur slugworth #gerald prodnose x felix fickelgruber x arthur slugworth x reader #gerald prodnose x felix fickelgruber x arthur slugworth #felix fickelgruber x reader #arthur slugworth x reader #an eternity with you

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justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms · 4 months ago

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Heya! I just wanna first say I REALLY like your writing and it's so so cool to see some TD stuff on tumblr TwT the community is so small still so you are doing gods work here!!

I'm interested in a TD match up (possibly OM too if ur up to it!! either way idm<33)

- Name: Jay (nicknames: Bread, bug, jäyssi)

- pronouns: They/them

- sexuality: still figurin it out but I lean more towards men but also sometimes find women attractive too, non binary ppl are always a yes

- Zodiac/mbti: Cancer, ISFP-T

- appearance: 165cm tall, brunette ass lenght hair I usually just slick back using my headphones as a hairband. Always wearing noise cancelling headphones and prefer a more alternative style, almost also teetering to a 90's jock vibes :P small round sunglasses my beloved. Big love to suede leather bomber jackets and ripped jeans.

- Personality: Very empathetic, more of a listener than talker (unless it comes to my interests in which case I yap!!) Can come off as a bit monotone (I have alexithymia which causes emotions to be hard for me). I'm told I'm super approachable and comforting ^^" I get very excited over the little things and can be quite optimistic. I react quite badly to rejection or even the smallest failures.

- likes and dislikes: I LOVE snails, dandelions(my fav flower<33), anything mango flavored winter, art, everything and anything fluffy and listenin to music! I DISLIKE almost all fruits, summer, blood/gore (hemofobia), cooking (cooking anxiety), worded instructions.

- hobbies: I draw/paint digitally and traditionally. I always carry a sketchbook around everywhere :] I also really like going on easy hikes on forest trails as well as amateur photography!!

- extra info: I have autism/ADD so social stuff might suck and I can be very slow at times when it comes to learning stuff.

(If you're not currently doing matchups, please feel free to ignore this <3)

Hi Jay! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took a while. I hope you like your matchups!

In Tokyo Debunker, I match you with...

You and Towa make a good combination since you’re both good listeners and talkative at different times. When one of you is talking, the other is listening intently.

You like dandelions? Oh, Towa’s perfect for you! He’s always bringing you dandelions whenever he visits and plants them nearby so he has a constant supply.

I see him as someone who’s a fan of summer as well. He likes the feeling of the sun on his skin and enjoys going on walks through the Jabberwock fields with you.

He thinks it’s really cute that you have a fondness for fluffy things. There are plenty of those around Jabberwock and he’ll happily show them to you, as long as you show him some affection as well. His hair’s pretty fluffy after all…

Towa also thinks it’s really cute that you get so excited over little things. He thinks that sort of enthusiasm is much needed in the world and it’s lovely being around you.

In Obey Me, I match you with...

Simeon was first drawn to you because of your comforting presence. And the more time he spent with you, the more he fell for you.

Much like Towa, Simeon thinks it’s sweet how excited you get over little things. He feels he doesn’t have to hide his own excitement when he’s around you.

He’s a very creative person himself so he loves sitting by you when you paint or draw. He likes being around the creative process since it makes him feel inspired as well.

I can definitely see him as someone who likes photography and would really enjoy going on walks with you where you each take a camera and compare photos when you get back.

Simeon’s pretty good in the kitchen himself so as long as you don’t mind the company, he’d love to join you. If you prefer cooking by yourself, he’ll happily just have some of whatever delicious food you’ve whipped up.

#writing #fanfic #matchup #matchup request #request #tokyo debunker #towa otonashi #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #simeon

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indigostudies · 1 year ago

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goals for 2024

2023 has been a very tumultuous year for me, for a variety of real-world reasons, and i wasn't able to reach a lot of my goals. in light of that, i want to list out the goals i have for 2024 and how i plan on reaching them as a way to keep myself responsible.

first of all, i have a number of language goals, where i would like to make advances in a variety of languages:

- i want to reach an hsk 6 level with my reading and writing. in order to reach this goal, i plan on reading two articles per day on dot, and two articles per week from TCB, and add terms i don't recognise to my TOFU deck, as well as write down example sentences using these vocab/grammar patterns, and go over them with my tutor. i also want to read the entirety of a cnovel in the original chinese. - i want to reach a basic level in korean and kazakh. in order to do this, i plan on completing the mango korean course, and the first two units on the kazakh course. i also plan on completing through the topik 2/a2 level on lingory for korean. - i want to work through the kurmanji textbook i've been using, and look for ways to continue learning on a more formal level, such as through online courses.

additionally, i have some other academic goals for uni i'd like to meet:

- i'd like to keep all my grades at or above 90% for my classes going forward. my biggest obstacle to this in 2023 was that i didn't want to get up early and actually go to class, instead watching the lectures afterwards from the recordings, and this made it harder for me to absorb information (since i usually take notes by hand while in class), as well as reduced my participation grade in that class. in order to do this, i plan on giving myself an 11:00 hard bedtime, at which point i have to turn off all my devices and lay down and at least try to go to sleep. also, i've chosen classes that are scheduled for later on in the day in the winter quarter, which should help with this. - i want to start utilising office hours and study aids more frequently. i've occasionally used office hours, but i've never taken advantage of study aids, and while i don't think i necessarily need them to keep my grades up, i want to have time to go over class material and make it stick more firmly in my mind.

i also have some miscellaneous goals:

- i want to look for a penpal programme aimed towards international penpal connections, specifically for a chinese penpal, because one of the things i need to do more is actually write in chinese by hand to make characters stick in my muscle memory, rather than just relying on my computer/phone to choose the right character while writing. - i want to write at least 20k of original fiction, and i'd like to plan out a novel at least at an outline level even if i don't manage to write it. - i want to be more consistent about posting language/uni updates on tumblr, as a way to keep myself accountable for being more purposeful in my studies. - i want to find student/interest clubs that are relevant to me and join them, and i'd like to be more involved with events and activities on campus.

that's everything i can think of! i hope that in 2024 i'll be able to meet these goals :)

#yearly goals #indigo ink

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islandtarochips · 8 months ago

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OC Interview

Thank you @justasmolbard and @alypink for the tag! And I would like to share with my favorite sibling duo!

Name: Tiala Toa

Nickname: Tiala, Toa, Tia, Ala (her brothers), Shark, Sharky (Agnes and Nigel), First Sergeant Shark/Toa/Tiala

Gender: Female

Star Sign: Scorpio

Personality Type: Neutral Good

Height: 170cm/5’7ft

Orientation: Heterosexual

Nationality/Ethnicity: Samoan

Fave Fruit: Apple and Orange

Fave Season: Summer

Fave Flower: Hibiscus

Fave Scent: Ocean smell

Coffee, Tea, or HC: Usually drink tea. Not a fan of coffee. But mostly water she drinks though.

Average Hours of Sleep: Usually sleep a very good 6 hours on a good day but sometimes she had a hard time sleeping for having some…minor flashbacks which still haunts her. So a bit of 4-5 hours on some days. Not EVERYDAY.

Dog or Cat Person: She likes both equally. But mostly on the dog side since she had three dogs back in American Samoa.

Dream Trip: Anywhere where her and her family can spend their peaceful and fun time together.

Number of Blankets They Sleep With: Depends on the temperature that she’s in. When it’s warm, she usually uses one light blanket. When it’s cold, she needs a whole heavy layer of blankets. She NEEDS it.

Random Fact: Usually sings to herself instead of showing off. She only wanted to sing with Kanoa and her family. (Didn’t mean to brag but her and Kano even her other brothers got some good singing voice~)

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Name: Kanoa Toa

Nickname: Kanoa, Noa, Toa, Captain Toa, Alpha 0-6, Captain Funnypants (Tiala called him that)

Gender: Male

Star Sign: Aries

Personality Type: Excellent Good

Height: 187cm/6’2ft

Orientation: Heterosexual

Nationality/Ethnicity: Samoan

Fave Fruit: Mango

Fave Season: Winter

Fave Flower: Nothing

Fave Scent: His own cologne (chanel by the way trying to impress the ladies)

Coffee, Tea, or HC: Does Sodas count? (It’s Diet Coke by the way) Not into coffee or tea.

Average Hours of Sleep: Sleeps pretty good in 6 hours. Bit of a rough night sometimes with his PTSD. Just like his sister. 4-5 hours but he’s mostly in a good condition to sleep well.

Dog or Cat Person: Dog person. Definitely a dog person. Just like I said before on Tiala’s interview that they have three dogs back in American Samoa. (He even ask his brothers or parents to facetime him with the dogs)

Dream Trip: He has been dreaming of going to Paris. Just to see if he can get a chance to catch on with the ladies. (This poor man is desperate-)

Number of Blankets They Sleep With: Blankets are for the WEAK! Random Fact: Would you believe him that he can cook REALLY good food? Even make some other cultural dishes?

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Name: Nickname: Gender: Star Sign: Personality Type: Height: Orientation: Nationality/Ethnicity: Fave Fruit: Fave Season: Fave Flower: Fave Scent: Coffee, Tea, or HC: Average Hours of Sleep: Dog or Cat Person: Dream Trip: Number of Blankets They Sleep With: Random Fact:

Tagging Lists: @kaitaiga @applbottmjeens @yourluckyoswald @deeptrashwitch @cloudofbutterflies92 @caelums-fate @cybxr-nem3sis @mutantthedark @hookhearted

And anyone who wanted to try!

#tiala shark toa #tiala toa #first sergeant tiala shark toa #first sergeant tiala toa #first sergeant shark #first sergeant toa #kanoa toa #captain kanoa toa #captain toa #call of duty #call of duty oc #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod oc #call of duty original character #call of duty mw2 #the toa siblings #toa siblings

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thelesbianpoirot · 9 months ago

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Lee Winters, Kris Bryant and Melissa Tereze are just a few lesbian writers that write rich/dominant older woman stuff (I personally don’t enjoy their stuff as it’s very basic, bland writing and with the last author straight up smut with little plot which I need to get invested) but if you want adult normie lesbian writing that isn’t the usual soft queer lesbian shit this is it. For slightly better lesbian romance in color, there’s Meka James’ Being Hospitable series as well as Mangos and Mistletoe by Adriana Herrera who writes a whole bunch of sweet but not watered down lesbian stuff. When I first came out i was reading anything lesbian and these aren’t winning any major book awards lol but they’re all strictly about female characters and exactly what they say on the tin plot wise.

I'll check out the rest! BEING HOSPITABLE IS THE SHIT! It is so fucking sexy, I've read it a million times, many times I just skipped to the sex scenes because I know the plot. Mangos and Mistletoe is very cute because I relate to it a lot. The rest I will have to google. I don't need it to be dom/bsdm stuff, because more than pissed off at the abuse of women, I just cringe at Bdsm practices and terminology. Good sex isn't totally rehearsed joyless and painful. But I love an older woman, I love a bit of toxic intensity, fictional cheating (real cheating makes me want to kill), love is my drug type of MESS and DRAMA.

#thelesbianpoirot

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wilsons-striped-ties · 8 months ago

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may tc challenge (days 1-31 one shot)

original post here!

by @icouldbeyourprettygirl

1. How did your relationship start? Was it you who did most of the initiating?

mango: I guess we really became closer in year 1 because I was the female rep for his class, and I would stay back to let him sign the class journal and we'd chat, and he'd text me regarding class stuff and afterwards in year 3/4 I just grew bolder

passion fruit: I was in the front row, right in front of the place he would always stand to teach, and I would whisper the answers to myself and he would always pick on me to answer/do stuff, and I guess since I was most participative, we just became closer

2. How often do you think about them?

mango: every waking moment for a long period of time, before collage started and I became too busy but yesterday I started to think about him again and it's consuming me again

passion fruit: sometimes! I just hope he's doing well most of the times, and wonder how he's doing, I would kill to sit in his classes again

3. What kind of weather matches their vibes? What about yours?

mango: he fits the sunshine after a storm vibe, his resting face is literally scarier than whatever there is, but when he smiles it feels like the clouds parting and warm, bright sunshine breaking through to grace the universe

passion fruit: i think his is more of a complicated stormy weather, but the rain isn't hitting yet. like when the sky's all grey and the wind is whipping into your face, but there's the chance of the sun peeking through, or getting hit with a tornado, there's no in between

me: I'd like to say that I'm when its winter but the sun is still out in a nice way? mostly because it's my favourite season but I feel that I may come off as cold to people, but around friends and people comfortable with me, I'm someone they like to hang around with and there's just those winter days that are warmer rather than freezing? I can be quite unpredictable too, and I change around different people

4. May the fourth be with you! Do they have a favorite movie franchise? Do you?

mango: I have no idea :' he looks like a Lord of the Rings buff maybe

passion fruit: hmm his daughter adores Harry Potter, but he doesn't say much about himself, I do get Lord of the Rings vibes with him too though HAHA

me: ...Lord of the Rings BAHAHAHAHA but hot take: I prefer the Hobbit. I also love Star Trek!

5. Do you have a playlist dedicated to them? What are your favorite songs on it?

mango: FOR SURE. I'm currently listening to it right now. Some of my favourite songs from it include: Nonsense (sped up), Still into You, 我有很喜欢的人了 (I have someone I like), 是梦吧 (it's a dream), Need You Now, Why Don't You Love Me, Mr Watson etc

passion fruit: I don't have one, but it would be similar to mango's

6. What's your go to fantasy/day dream about them?

mango: silly but him driving me home, or just me being in his car, me hugging him and him hugging me back, going to an amusement park with him, and sitting on rollercoasters with him

passion fruit: reading books with him, grabbing movies and fancy dinners with him, us just having deep conversations under the night sky and his attention is fully on me

7. If you had the opportunity, would you go on a date with them? (If they're married/taken, imagine their partner is out of the picture) If so, what would you want to do?

mango: 110% would. definitely will grab dinner with him, hold hands, walk around aimlessly in the shopping centre before going for a late night movie and the date ends with him driving me home

passion fruit: DUH. suddenly got hit with the idea of bowling with him? and maybe grabbing a movie with him before going to dinner, and a late night ice cream snack

8. Do you dress up on the days you see them? How so?

mango + passion fruit: my high schools do school uniforms so I don't really have a say in anything much

9. What's your favorite memory with them?

mango: I think prom, me and my best friend went up and we were all gathered outside the banquet hall of a hotel and we were at those standing tables eating peanuts and nonsense and the table next to mine had him, talking to other teachers. I was standing opposite him and it felt like those drama stuff because there was nothing blocking my view of him and vice versa, and I looked at him and got hit that it's the first time I've seen him in six months and suddenly everything felt lighter and I looked away before looking back, and he chose that exact moment to turn and look at me and our eyes met and I swear I SWEAR his smile pulled wider and his eyes lit up and his eyebrows raised before waving to me really fast and I waved to him and grinned and it was the most wonderful feeling ever

passion fruit: every time he singles me out from the class and asks me to answer a question or do something. he's one of the first and only person to make me feel significant and seen, in a crowd of everyone else that always makes me just another face

10. Have you ever thought about a future with them?

mango: every fake scenario I make up always somehow links to him

passion fruit: not really, its a little harder to imagine

11. Does your tc give you physical affection?

mango + passion fruit: I wish :'

12. Happy Mother’s Day to all who celebrate! Have they ever told you anything about their family? Have you told them about yours?

mango: he's really secretive, so nope

passion fruit: first day he told the class about his family but I wasn't there because I was facilitating orientation with the year 1s

me: I have told them that I have a sister in the school but that's about it, was going to have a long talk with mango about my very toxic family dynamics but he kinda bailed so

13. Do any of your classmates have a crush on your tc?

mango: nope but almost all female year 1s would have found him attractive on the first week of school if he was their teacher, but would stop afterwards HAHA

passion fruit: nope

14. What’s something you wished they knew about you without you having to tell them?

mango: I wish he would know my feelings for the day, like if I was in a good/bad mood and were having a good/bad day or maybe like over the weekends if I had a good break etc

passion fruit: I wish he would know how much I really enjoy his lessons

15. If your tc was invited to a wedding and asked you to be their plus one, what would you wear, and what would you want to see them in? (Theme of the wedding is up to you, so you can choose your outfits)

mango: formal weddings, I would probably wear a dark blue/black gown? No specifics but I would match him. For him, THREE PIECE SUIT DARK BLUE/BLACK + WHITE SHIRT PLEASE and not any checkered/plaid nightmares please maybe top button off or something *giggles like the degenerate I am*

passion fruit: same wedding theme, I would wear the same thing and also match. For him, ooo would like to see him in a three piece as well because he always wears a dress shirt and pants anyways, if he'd throw on a jacket, it would be perfection mmm

16. Do you have any photos of them? Either those that you've found on their social media or ones you've taken yourself?

mango: YES I've taken sneaky paparazzi photos of him, created a facebook page to stalk him, his instagram and school website pictures (one of them is insanely hot) and also have taken photos with him (I somehow manage to look atrocious in every picture I take with him)

passion fruit: some photos off the school website, and photos with him!

17. Have you ever listened to break up songs/love songs and thought of them?

mango: UH DUH

passion fruit: not really

18. What style/haircut/tattoos/facial hair/etc do you think would suit them best?

mango: his look now is wonderful but clean cut/a little stubble would be enough, he doesn't really rock facial hair. would be interested to see a tattoo though

passion fruit: oof some white streaks is HOT in his hair and he has that already, he rocks with and without facial hair, a tattoo would be interesting too

19. Which color would you assign the feelings they give you? (Ex: happy -> yellow or something bright)

mango: he literally gives me yellow, he never fails to make my whole day awesome and bright, and it's a painfully wide smile on my face whenever I'm with him, but its always genuine and never fake

passion fruit: whatever colour I'm feeling, toned down to a soft, calm and yet strong colour. he adds a sense of security and makes me feel wanted around him, I feel happy but it's more of a calm joy

20. Which decade would they be best in? How about you? (Based on fashion, technology, art, music, the fun stuff.)

mango: maybe 90s, but I don't really know much about him and his fashion taste is atrocious HAHA but he always calls himself a boomer

passion fruit: old money, he would rock those roaring 20s, if not maybe 80s, but anything with extravaganza and stuff he would fit in

me: would like to think I'm 90s-early 2000s, especially in terms of music, but I'm absolute crap with technology, but I'm an old soul and I love older stuff (art, music, men, aesthetics HAHA)

21. Have you ever run into them in public? (Or tried to?) How did it go?

mango + passion fruit: I WISH

22. What pushed you to create your blog?

mango + passion fruit: honestly, I've had this blog soley for the whole ooo tumblr with all my interests and the communities and stuff and just started to post about my tcs because I had fallen even more madly in love with mango and wanted an outlet and found a community for it too

23. If you could know anything about your tc, what would it be?

mango: his everything. morning routine, day to day what does he do, his life, his interests, his hobbies, his preferences, what he likes and dislikes, his goals, dreams, aspirations, favorite things, EVERYTHING

passion fruit: his everything, but I would like to hear his whole life and preferences from his point of view, his perspective. he just has such an interesting perspective on life

24. How do you think you’d react if they confessed their feelings to you?

mango: stunned speechless, drop dead to the ground kinda reaction

passion fruit: a kind of smile that I try to suppress but fail to, I would be surprised but would have expected it secretly hehe

25. Have you ever done/read/watched/listened to something you may not have been interested in because they like it?

mango: I've literally fallen in love with running because he runs (though he short distances and I prefer long distances), and literally becaome more invested in sports and stuff because of him

passion fruit: I've paid more attention in his class and turns out my favourite and best subject is history, which he teaches

26. If your tc was your age, would you date them? Do they have any red flags?

mango: oh for sure. red flags wise would probably be that he's sometimes distant for no reason, or he's forgetful to a point that it's kinda annoying sometimes

passion fruit: hmm maybe. he doesn't really have any red flags that I can think of

27. If your life was a book series/tv series/movie and you had a fan base, would your fans realistically ship you and your tc? (Got this one from TikTok lol because I love the thought)

mango: ooooo maybe, we've got that romantic tension and stuff

passion fruit: probably, actually, we've got quite good chemistry and he does make it a point to show that I'm his "star history student" and make me feel special LMAO

28. What’s something that always makes you think of them?

mango: sports, running, everytime I see neon/red shirts, mangoes

passion fruit: passion fruits, history, red cars, gold chains, black/dark blue dress shirts

29. Let’s chat for a sec! What’s something you’ve been dying to talk about regarding your tc?

mango + passion fruit: they literally don't know that they have me wrapped around their fingers bruh

30. Do you flirt with them? If so, how?? 👀

mango: I don't dare to

passion fruit: I had a chance to but chickened out

31. What’s something you’re manifesting happening between you two? (If you don’t manifest, what’s something you hope happens?)

mango: I HOPE HE NOTICES ME LIKE SERIOUSLY IM RIGHT THERE SAY HI OR SOMETHING I hope he talks to me when I go back to school and I hope he remembers that he owes me a picture with him and I hope he doesn't just say hi but has a proper conversation with me and ask about my life and that he talks more openly please :'

passion fruit: man I wish he can sign my history guidebook like I forgot to bring it to the results collection and I don't have any other chances to ask him to sign it so when I go back to school I'll bring it and see if there is an opportunity to ask him to sign it because I've poured my heart and my soul and cried on it a couple times, you can't even see when the text ends and where my notes start, it's insane and I wish he acknowledges that

(Andddddd that's it!!)

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