#this was from last year btw. the circles button dates it

[corviiids]

phantom thieves have realisations

[eddiestightywhities]

SATURDAY SHNIPPET

posting apropos of nowt bc i've worked on this today and am a bit in love with it (cross your fingers for me the feeling lasts!). it's from my buddie accidental sexting wip partly inspired by the absolute masterpiece that is @wildehacked's I Love You But I Need Another Year. it's eddie pov with manchurian catholic undertones and i'm just under 5k and ed's hasn't even got a hand on his dick yet lmao. large font is the boys texts (buck's have Buck: as a precursor). buck's dating tommy 👀 as this is during the nun!marisol/pent-up eddie thing.

!! mature !!

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Badly need to switch my brain off, you know? Just don't really know how to do that right now. 

Which is—a bit of a lie. Eddie's learned plenty of relaxation techniques over the years. He knows several breathing exercises and an array of calming mindful practices he could employ. It's just that Eddie's sort of become low key invested in whatever Buck's version of Eddie relaxing might be. Which is probably just because Buck knows him so well, and will be at least able to continue distracting Eddie till Eddie gets tired enough to drop off.

Right?

He really could do with loosening up first, though. 

Buck: OK. so you gotta think about like. something you don't usually think about…… 🧠❓🤔 

Fuck knows why but the Buck&Tommy porn reel is at once scrolling Eddie's brain again, his dick twitching a little in interest against his thigh and—Jesucristo, Eddie has to concentrate really fucking hard now to get his messed-up head somewhere very much other than his best friend's sex life. 

What is wrong with him?

Sure, Buck and Tommy fucking is definitely something Eddie doesn't usually think about, but shit. He has to shake his head to dislodge the image of Tommy's hulking silhouette bracing Buck, and he's really, truly hoping his manchurian Catholicism hasn't been harbouring some sort of weird latent homophobia all this time. 

He just does not want to be thinking of Kinard while feeling this horny. Buck's image, however, is so familiar to Eddie— seared into the lining of his grey matter—that he's not really sure there is anything he can do about getting rid of it. Not unless he wants to run the risk of the stuff he's so desperately trying not to think about sneaking it's way to the forefront of his mind once more. 

Buck: got something in mind? 

Um. 

Buck: picture it now

Buck: and i don't mean like the weekly grocery list or whatever btw

Buck: something sexy 

There's a record scratch in Eddie's brain. 

Hang. The Fuck. On.

Is Buck really doing what Eddie thinks he's doing? And is Eddie—is Eddie really contemplating just… Going along with it? 

Eddie's thumbs are moving across his phone screen of their own accord.

He can't let himself think sexy thoughts. All he can think of is Buck. But Buck did say something different...

Eddie types.

Yeah.

Fuck. 

Buck: alright. okay. take a deep breath. in fact take a few

Buck: and picture…… whatever it is. then start tracing your fingertips over your belly in small circles. start around your belly button. then make them bigger. big, sweeping circles

Buck: but slowly

Buck: and softly 

What in the name of Eddie's sanity is actually happening right now? And why is Eddie's body just—doing exactly what Buck is telling it, without Eddie giving it permission? 

Eddie's fingers are rough against the soft skin of his abdomen, the tips catching a little in the hairs just below his belly button. 

Like a bur on a sunny afternoon. 

He's thinking of Buck. Nothing sleazy, of course. Just Buck in his turnouts. Buck wearing that really nice burnt orange sweater Maddie and Chim got him last Christmas. Buck in a tank and shorts at the station gym. Just—Buck. 

And this, and touching his body the way Buck is telling him to, it all feels... It feels good, actually. Really fucking good. 

Buck: still with me eds? 

Eddie has to type the message out with his left hand, the right one busy drawing strange patterns over his own skin.

Ueah. Feels nice. 

¿Qué carajo?!

Buck: now do the same but up and down your thighs

Eddie does, and—oh, damn, it's—he really likes that. Thinks about Buck's hands doing the same over Buck's thighs. Wonders if Buck is doing it himself. Then he tries to worry about him thinking about that, but can't because Buck is texting him again.

Buck: and keep taking lots of big, deep breaths

Eddie breathes, big and deep, on Buck's instruction, and finds himself sighing quietly when he exhales. His fingers roam across his right thigh, then up the left, then up and over his belly, and back again. 

His phone buzzes against his chest. 

Buck: good? 

Eddie's picturing Buck holding his phone propped up on his own chest, other hand stroking his belly, just like Eddie.

Jeah. good

Buck: now touch your chest

Eddie keeps breathing, slowly, thoroughly, his hand doing exactly what Buck tells it. Then his fingertips skim over his right nipple and fuck, fuck he really likes that, so he finds the left one and does the same. Then he kind of rolls it between his forefinger and thumb pad before absently pinching at it—which rips this strange, strangled sort of sound out of him from somewhere deep in his chest, part gasp, part grunt, and his already fairly plump dick now springs up to full attention, bouncing slightly beneath Eddie's makeshift bedsheet blanket fort.

Buck: you still with me? 

Here. With yio

Eddie really, really wants to touch his dick—only Buck hasn't said that he can. 

Oh fuck, oh fuck, what the fuck.

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play or nay, tags are under the cut! let me know in the notes if you'd like tagging if/when i finish this!

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[tefilovesreading]

It’s a match! Part. 1

Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x Fem!Reader

Word count: +1,7k

Warnings: language, mention of alcohol.

A/N: This is a mini series, I’m not sure how many parts it’s gonna have and there’s gonna be some texts in between. LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANNA BE TAGGED. 

Edited by: @theamazingtomholland

MASTERLIST // PART 2 // PART 3

She felt her hands start sweating as she saw the small circle slowly filling up, letting her know that the app was being downloaded. She knew what a dating app was, how it worked and what was its purpose, but never created her account, not that she needed it before because she had a boyfriend. Her roommate, on the other hand, was well acquainted with dating apps, and they’d spent nights swiping through the profiles together. 

Now that she was single for the first time since she graduated from high school, her roommate and best friend had convinced her to download Tinder and have fun.

“You don’t even have to go and meet the guy, Y/N,” Jo had said with a beaming smile to encourage her when they met for coffee earlier that day, “just have a look and see if you find someone you’d want to talk to.”

She nibbled on her lip when the circle filled up entirely and the icon appeared on her screen, bright and inviting. Putting her phone down, she decided she’d create her account later, for now, downloading it was more than enough.

In her sophomore year, she broke up with her boyfriend because they couldn’t find time to be together, too busy with classes, exams, and part-time jobs. But that didn’t last long, ‘cause they got back together after three weeks. 

Those three weeks ignited a spark in her, suddenly things were more exciting to her, and she didn’t feel like she was acting how others expected her to. Y/N felt a kind of freedom that made her go on a date with her co-worker, sure they just went for a coffee together once and decided that they were better off as friends, but that small rejection made her want to make that spark disappear.

Being with Lance made things easier, they knew each other since they were little, and that meant she didn’t have to open up to let him know her flaws and fears, because he knew her like the palm of his hand. Being with him made her feel safe, even when they were apart during his first year of college since she was a year younger than him and was still in high school when he left for college, but that safety net vanished when Lance decided he wanted to spend time overseas after he graduated from college. And it was useless to wait for him if he wasn’t even sure he wanted to come back.

Eight months later, Y/N felt that spark reigniting again, making her feel like she was missing something. Ever since Lance left, she spent too much time afraid to put herself out there. How can you let someone into your life and trust them to not hurt you? After all, she trusted Lance for so long just to get hurt because they didn’t want the same things, and their paths went in different ways. But Y/N knew she couldn’t hide much longer, she wanted to go out, have fun, go on dates and meet new people, she just didn’t know how to start.

Her phone vibrated with a new notification from her best friend, and she snorted at her text.

Jo: Any matches yet heartbreaker???

If only Jo knew she still wasn’t able to bring herself into making an account. Maybe she could choose the pictures first, plan her bio, and then create it. Planning that out was definitely better than staring at the app icon.

Y/N: Not yet, but I’ll let you know ;)

After an hour of scrolling through her photos, Y/N chose five pictures where she looked decent. Hell, she looked really hot in one or two of those, and she wasn’t going to act as if that wasn’t true.

“Here goes nothing,” she muttered to herself after her account was finally set up. 

It was a strange feeling swiping through the profiles, reading their bios, and rolling her eyes at some of them. But after a few minutes, she started enjoying it, not even feeling bad if she didn’t match with a guy.

She smiled at the simple bio on her screen and swiped right, not even bothering to go through his other photos. He was cute, he seemed like he liked to have fun, and even though he was cute, he was also hot. A dangerous mix, but a really nice one.

It’s a match!

“Honey I’m home!” her best friend sang, entering  the living room.

“Shit Jo!” Y/N scolded the girl, “you scared me.”

“Why?” Jo faked an offended look, “were you sending dirty messages or something?”

“Oh shut up,” Y/N said, handing her phone over to her friend with a sheepish smile on her face, “check out my last match.”

“Okay, so he likes outdoor activities, he plays the guitar, and he has a cute smile,” her friend listed, swiping through his photos, “what are you waiting for, Y/N? Send him a message!”

“I was actually waiting for him to send one first,” she admitted, feeling her cheeks heat up, “you know I suck with conversations over chat.”

“But what if he’s waiting for you to talk to him, and you don’t do it,” Y/N looked at her friend and knew she was already making up a whole movie in her head, about how they could be soulmates, but they would never know if she didn’t send him a text.

“Fine!” She huffed and took her phone from her friend’s hands, “Do I send him a hello or what?”

“No, that’s too dry,” Jo replied, “you should ask him about where he took that picture, the one where he’s in the snow.”

She bit her bottom lip to distract herself from the fact that she felt as if her stomach was tied up in knots. He was really cute, and she had a good feeling about him, almost as if the universe was telling her to go for it, meet up with him and have fun.

Hesitating at first, she let her finger hover over the little “send” button for a few seconds, before pressing the screen and sending the text.

Y/N: Hey! Where did you take the first pic? The place looks great

“What now?” Jo looked at her with one of her eyebrows arched.

“We wait, you idiot.”

“I need to do something,” Y/N locked her phone and got up, “if I stay on that couch waiting for a reply I’m gonna end up with no nails.”

“I did your nails last night, Y/N, don’t ruin my work,” Jo complained, “why don’t you cook dinner today?, and I’ll wash the dishes, so you can text with that guy if he replies to you by the time we’re done eating.”

“I’m gonna ignore the fact that it was your turn, Jo” she pointed out but made her way to the kitchen anyway, “and you better wash, dry, and put the dishes back in the cabinets.”

Cooking was the perfect distraction, and the glass of wine she drank while they were eating helped her loosen up just enough to check her phone without feeling like she was getting back some important results.

Charlie: It’s in Canada Charlie: Sulphur Mountain Trail! Charlie: I like your smile btw

She smiled with excitement when she opened the app and saw those three messages, and just as she was about to respond, Charlie sent another one.

Charlie: How was your day??  Y/N: It was good, pretty relaxing actually Y/N: Yours?? Charlie: Great! I went hiking with a friend, so now I’m just chilling at home Y/N: I’m assuming you’re into hiking, don’t you??? Charlie: Hahaha yeah you’re right Charlie: I guess I enjoy being outside, it keeps my mind occupied

Y/N: I get it, I’m not really into outdoor activities Y/N: I mean Y/N: I don’t mind going on a hike once in a while, but I prefer reading, painting, or playing some music  Y/N: To keep my mind occupied 

Five texts in a row. Was that too much? She didn’t want to appear intense, but she also didn’t want to send just one massive text and type it for way too long.

Charlie: You play an instrument?? Charlie: I love music Y/N: Yeah I play the piano Y/N: I just don’t have one with me now, so I haven’t played in a while Charlie: Oh! That sucks! Charlie: When I moved here I think I packed my guitars first and then the rest of my stuff

Y/N let out a soft laugh at his text, he did seem like the kind of guy to pack random stuff before things that he might actually need. She should’ve done the same, she missed playing the piano, and now that she was miles away from her parents’ house it wasn’t like she could just go and play. Especially because she didn’t even know how to drive a car.

Y/N: Should’ve done the same if I’m honest Y/N: Where are you from? You said you moved here

After reading his answer to her last question, she groaned in embarrassment because it was the most obvious answer, and yet she didn’t notice it.

Charlie: I’m Canadian

She lost track of time talking to him about things they both enjoyed doing, what was their favorite movie, favorite musician, and to her surprise it was so easy to talk to him about small things like that could help you a lot to get to know another person. Y/N got startled when Jo touched her shoulder to get her attention.

“I’m off to bed, babe,” Y/N dodged when her friend tried to ruffle her hair as if she was a little kid, “don’t go to bed too late.”

“I won’t mom,” she replied jokingly, “sweet dreams, Jo.”

With a heavy sigh, Y/N typed a message, telling him that she needed to get some rest and that she was hoping they could keep talking the next day.

Charlie: Do you mind if I ask you for your number?? Charlie: I’d love to call you or FaceTime with you if you’re okay with that

“Shit, shit, shit,” she whispered, wishing her best friend hadn’t gone to bed already. Of course, she wanted to give him her number, but was she supposed to give her number to the first guy she talked to on Tinder? “fuck it, I’m doing it.”

Y/N sent him her number and after telling him goodnight, she closed the app and got ready for bed. She really had a good feeling about this whole thing, and she couldn’t put her finger on what it was, because the feeling started even before they even matched. 

Maybe it was just fate doing its work.

[ifmywishescametrue]

hnnng, could you please do either “you’re sick and you need to rest” or “you could’ve died” for stevetony? Worrying about an SO is a soft spot for me🥺

thank you for sending me this prompt! hope you like it :) (warning for mentions of torture, btw, but nothing graphic)

In that cave in Afghanistan, Tony keeps seeing flashes of things. Moments from life before all of this come to him in between the shocks of electricity when his head is forced underwater, while he’s sputtering and gasping for breath and can’t understand the words being screamed at him. 

He sees Steve more than anything. Sees blue eyes and a bright smile and if he tries hard enough he can almost hear the laugh that comes with it. Sometimes it’s that first day again, with roaming hands and a rush to get off in the bathroom of some party he didn’t want to be at, followed by an easy grin and the promise to do that again sometime. He sees Steve on his couch surrounded by take out containers and the reassurance that absolutely none of it counted as a date. Morning pancakes that supposedly meant nothing, and Steve sneaking under the desk in his office. Pencil scratches on sketch pads that used to wake him up, cold feet pressed against his calves, his favorite muffins from that bakery downtown that used to just appear out of nowhere when he was having a bad day, and the way that Steve would never admit that it was him doing it. 

It’s that last night he remembers the most. He can almost hear the words whispered in the dead of night and remembers the ones he held back, because Tony has never known how to be completely honest. He didn’t know how to say that this casual friends with benefits things was starting to feel less like friends and more like love, but when he lays down with his aching chest and bleeding fingers on the poor excuse for a cot at night, he wishes more than anything that he could have found the words before. 

So he builds the suit and practices the right thing to say for when he makes it out. If he makes it out. If this ridiculous plan of his doesn’t result in him dying somewhere in the middle of the desert, just another body added to the pile of deaths he’s caused. 

He almost doesn’t believe it when he lives. His knees hit the scorching sand, and Rhodey’s arms are right there, and still all he can think about is whether or not Steve mourned at all when they all thought he was dead. 

In the plane, after the hospital at the army base and all the IV lines to fix the three months of dehydration and malnutrition, he works up the nerve to ask about it. 

“Steve,” he starts, voice hoarse enough that he pauses to clear his throat, unwilling to sound so affected. “Is he - did he -” He stops, settling for asking, “Have you talked to him?”

Rhodey leans forward on his elbows, closing some of the distance that the aisle between them created. He pulls out his phone and taps for a moment before turning the screen to face Tony. Steve’s name is at the top, and Rhodey scrolls through the string of messages with enough speed that Tony can’t actually read any of them, but he gets the point anyway.

“This is just the last couple of weeks,” Rhodey says. “Never stopped asking for updates, especially when we found you. Called so much I told him I was going to put a virus on his phone to redirect him to random strangers if he kept it up. He didn’t listen.”

Tony swallows around the lump in his throat and looks away towards the window. 

“We weren’t supposed to be anything,” Tony murmurs, watching the way the sky is fading from orange into blue, clouds obscuring the ocean below them. It’s still a few more hours until California, where he hopes that Steve is still waiting for him. “We said it was nothing.”

Rhodey hums, both noncommittal and suggestive at the same time, and Tony turns his head back to look at him. “What?”

Rhodey shrugs, “I didn’t say anything.”

“But you want to.”

“I don’t spill secrets that aren’t mine to tell.”

Tony’s brow furrows. “What does that even mean?”

“It means he’ll be there when we land, and if you try to pretend that it’s still nothing, I’m putting your ass back on the plane until you find your common sense somewhere.”

Tony bites his lip and shakes his head, staring down at his hands, “I wasn’t going to pretend. I just - I didn’t know if he cared anymore. It’s been a few months, and we weren’t… There was never a promise for commitment. He could’ve found somebody else. Anyone else.”

Rhodey gives him a look, that fondly exasperated one he does so well. “Nice to know you’re still a dumbass.”

It startles a laugh from and makes his abused lungs twinge, but it feels good to laugh again. “Takes more than a few months to knock the dumbass out of me.”

The topic falls away after that, because Tony can’t say what he feels, and Rhodey knows anyway. He switches the conversation over to the start of the baseball season that Tony missed, complaining about the Phillies like Tony’s heard every year since he was fifteen. It’s easy and passes the time until Tony ends up falling asleep for the rest of the flight.

His muscles are stiff and uncomfortable when he wakes with a start a couple of hours later, heart racing and on edge when he doesn’t immediately recognize his surroundings. Rhodey puts a hand on his knee, and Tony jumps initially before calming. It makes Rhodey’s eyes turn sad for a moment, then it’s hidden away again. 

“Come on,” Rhodey says softly, gripping Tony by the elbow of his good arm to help him up. “We’re here.”

There’s still a slight limp in his step when he walks off the plane from bruises and scars that are still healing. He sees Pepper first, with her red hair shining in the sun, but his gaze gets stuck on the person next to her. 

Steve straightens from where he’s leaning against the black car, and Tony wishes he was in better condition so he could run to him. It would have been romantic, he thinks, like something out of one of those movies he’d never even seen before Steve came into his life. There would have been some grand, sweep-him-off-his-feet moment with declarations and pretty words and violins coming from somewhere. 

Instead Steve meets him halfway, with a quivering chin like he might start to cry. There are dark circles under his eyes, and his hair is too long, and his five o’clock shadow is almost an actual beard now. 

He’s the best thing Tony’s ever seen. 

“Hey,” Tony says, because he can’t remember a single one of those things he planned before. 

Steve smiles, and it’s only a little shaky, “Hey yourself.”

Rhodey and Pepper disappear with the shutting of the car door, leaving the two of them standing there in the middle of the empty runway. Steve takes the first step, but Tony takes the second, and then Steve’s chest is beneath his cheek, and his arms are around his shoulders. 

Tony holds on to him like a lifeline, fingers clutched in his t-shirt, and he can feel the warmth of him seeping into his skin. Steve’s hands are all over, as if checking to make sure he’s all actually there and in one piece. 

Steve steps back a little, a small frown on his face. He reaches his hand up to Tony’s chest, and Tony tenses at the first light press against the reactor case.

“What…” Steve trails off, eyes flickering between Tony’s chest and his face, and Tony undoes two of the buttons on his shirt to show him. 

The scars around it are marred and red, with raised edges that serve to make it look even worse than it is. Steve makes a sound like a choked back sob, and Tony grabs his wrist to put his hand on the reactor. It’s a little terrifying to let him touch it, but if there’s anyone he knows would never hurt him, it’s Steve. 

“It’s okay,” Tony murmurs. “It keeps me alive.”

“You could’ve died,” Steve whispers, fingers spreading out over the light of the reactor. “I thought you - I didn’t want to think it, but it was hard not to. Rhodey kept saying that you wouldn’t let yourself go out like that. You’d be all or nothing, and it wasn’t big enough. And Pepper, well, she basically said exactly what did happen. That you’d find a way out. I tried to believe it, too, but I just kept thinking that you could be gone, and we’d never - I’d never get the chance to make this real.”

Tony looks up at him, breath catching in his throat. “I thought about you every day, you know. I almost told you how I felt about you on that last night. Came so close to saying it, but I just -”

“I know,” Steve says, and with his other hand he cups Tony’s cheek. “You don’t have to say it. I already know.”

“Yeah?”

Steve nods, leaning in closer, and his lips brush against Tony’s when he says, “Yeah, sweetheart, I know.”

[retro-rezz-the-est]

Drabble idea (I already know I sent ya one); Halloween dinner with the Demon King and reader is wearing something quite revealing and Balor can't keep his eyes off of her. 😘

I’m combining this one with @gold–gucciempress and her request​ bc I had a great idea for both of them! :D Here you go, loves!

(this is her’s btw: Okay so for my Halloween drabble… Can I have demon Finn flirting with and seducing a witch? Like he tells her he likes the taste of her magic or some freaky shit? Idk just surprise me lol 😅)

(A/N: I kinda got carried away with this one lmao)

You and the Demon King had a… difficult relationship, to say the least.

You wouldn’t say that you were dating because that would be completely false, as the relationship between the King and a trusted member of his court would cause a hysteria amongst everyone else and would make gossip fly like the swarms of insects that lay in the dungeons.

You weren’t exactly “friends-with-benefits” either, since you didn’t really see him as a friend. More of a colleague, of sorts.

A colleague who would rail the ever loving shit out of you at any given moment of the day whenever neither of you were busy.

The two of you had been seeing each other for a number of months, you originally coming to his kingdom because of his need of a new witch after the last one had tried to kill him by pouring a poison into his wine. He knew of your work from various others as you were a wanderer, never staying within the same area for more than a few weeks.

But, when the Demon King himself calls you in and offers you work, you accept.

Over time, the two of you grew “close”, in a way. He found you attractive, and you vice versa. He needed something (or rather, someone) that would let him get out the stress of being King, and you were looking for any form of intimacy. He offered you a “no-strings-attached” relationship, you accepted, and that was that.

The two of you agreed that whenever one of you was stressed out or angry or whatever else, you would find the other person. You would find them, wait until they were alone, and then fuck them. Plain and simple, right?

Wrong, because Balor kept on coming to you…a lot.

Like, “numerous times in a day for a quickie” a lot.

He would have you ride him on his throne once he finished with meetings with his council for the day, and then call you to his room at the end of the day to tie you up to his headboard and proceed to throw your back out before sending you on your way again.

This continued for months and months on end and as the two of you grew closer together, you knew you could feel something between you two. There was a spark growing and you wanted to see it alight, but you needed him to see it too.

You remember him leaving a note under your door one night telling you to meet him in his chambers. He had wanted to talk. He never wanted to do that before that day, so you figured it was important. You were expecting him to declare his undying love for you and sink down onto one knee to make you his queen, like in one of the erotic novels you’ve been reading in the castle library.

What you weren’t expecting was for him to suddenly end your “relationship”, claiming that it had nothing to do with you but with more personal matters at hand. But, you couldn’t hear him over the sound of your own heart breaking into a million partnerless fragments.

You entered his room that night hopeful and you had left defeated, drained and mostly angry. How dare he end things like that?! Because of personal matters?!

Bullshit!

You couldn’t even question him because he was the King, so you just sulked back to your room broken, reprimanding yourself for even thinking that you even had a chance at claiming the King’s heart. What had you done? Was it truly you that was the deciding factor in your relationship? But nothing more could be done.

The two of you scrapped your arrangement and moved on with your lives, however changed they may be now.

                                                      ~~~~~~

A year had passed since that fateful night and this time, the day had fallen on the night of the King’s annual Halloween dinner. Members of his court and numerous guests from neighboring and allied kingdoms flooded his large dining room and mingled with each other, dressed to the nines and waiting for the King himself to finally make his presence known.

And what’s a good King for if he doesn’t make an entrance everywhere he goes?

Smoke began to pour from the bottom to the main entrance and the twin doors blasted open, bits and pieces from the pumpkins that lay there flying out into the crowd. In Balor stepped, dressed in a deep red suit with a black button down and blood red tie, his crown glinting in the candlelight.

The room immediately went silent and he slowly began to walk through the mass of people and to the large dining table in front of him, glancing around the room at those who were in attendance.

You also happened to be in the room, lingering near the back in your floor length black dress with a decent sized part lingering in the middle of your chest. Going over some spells about a potion you needed to make for a court member to yourself, you stuck to the back for a reason; he had no reason to look at you, to admire your figure when he stood on your heart and broke it all those months ago.

You had a plan, and it sure as hell failed.

He spotted you immediately, swiveling his head around to meet your spaced out gaze and smirking. You jumped and your heart raced. How could he…out of literally everyone here? That prick!

You could feel your face burning with anger as he turned away and continued walking, a trail of people following behind as you lingered back with death in your eyes. Soon enough, everyone was seated at the long table with Finn at the head of it like the bastard King that he was.

The dinner progressed and every few minutes (more like every minute), you would catch Balor giving you bedroom eyes from your seat near the head of the table. He would be talking to a court member one second and then go back to glancing at you from above the rim of his wine glass so quickly that it nearly gave you whiplash a few times.

He loved to tease you at the table, constantly licking his lips seductively as his eyes roamed down your body to your cleavage and then back up. Grinning as those dark eyes of his clouded with a lust that wanted to make him pounce on you then and there…

But all you gave him was a few dirty looks and a sneer, and went back to minding your own goddamn business.

He didn’t deserve my time then, he doesn’t deserve it now.

The dinner proceeded as such for the remainder of the night, this battle of wills until the remainder of the night’s guests had finished their meals and moved on to the ballroom to continue the party. You let out a breath of relief, as you were finally alone and able to vent out your frustrations to the nearest object.

You rose from your seat and moved over to the balcony, walking across its dark marble platform to its railing to see the stars better. A quick mumbling of a spell by you had your fingers glowing bright yellow and you held them out towards the sky as small fireworks shot from your fingertips, small bats and jack-o’-lanterns and spiders forming from the bright lights.

This was it; this is what you needed to finally take your mind off of him again. This is what you needed to do, get a little you-time in before heading back insi-

“Well, well, well? And who do we have here, loiterin’ on my property?”

Speak of the damn devil himself.

You remained silent, determined that that would make him go away and flee to his little hole like the rat he was.

“Oh, so you’re not talkin’ to me now, is that it? Did I do somethin’ to ya, sweetheart? Or rather…someone?”

“The only thing that you did was come out here and waste my time,” you snapped, whipping your head to the side and lowering your hands to grip the balcony’s railing. “Now, please leave me alone.”

“Aww, don’t be such a hardass, darlin’. I was only checkin’ in on ya.”

He moved with the swiftness of the wind, and you didn’t even hear his shoes move until he was right next to your ear. “I could check on ya even more, if ya want…”

You raised a hand and summoned a light blue flame from your palm, holding it up and away from you and towards him. “Move.”

He refused to listen and instead wrapped an arm around your waist, his hand warm against your cool skin. He waved his free hand around in a circle and your flame disappeared, leaving you defenseless.

“I never wanted to start a fight with ya, (Y/n). I just wanted to see you.”

“See me?” you scoffed, pushing away from him. “Last I recall, you were perfectly fine “seeing me” from across the damn dinner table and eye-fucking me senseless.”

He started chuckling and honestly, you were seeing red again at this point. “I don’t fucking want you anywhere near me, Balor. We’re done seeing each other, remember? You ended that shit a year ago and we went our separate ways.”

Rolling his eyes, he unbuttoned his suit jacket as you turned your back to him, looking up at the moonless night sky. You knew he was right behind you; you could feel the power behind his aura and his hands running up the sides of your dress. You froze, not knowing what to do. Do you fight him off and have his advances continue or do you leave his hands where they are, feeling your exposed skin and giving you a touch you starved yourself of for almost a year?

He decided for you and spun you around, pinning you to the balcony railing and looking at you with those dark eyes of his. They were swimming with their usual lust and anger and power, but there was something else this time…something different…

One of his hands moved from your waist and to your cheek and internally, you were deciding whether to be mad at him for coming up to you and just touching you like this or to thank him for finally coming back to you. His thumb ran across your jaw and over your trembling bottom lip, and he leaned in for a kiss that stole the breath from you.

He nibbled on your bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth, slipping his tongue into your own. You moaned, the railing behind you beginning to bend from how hard you were gripping it.

Oh, fuck me.

He pulled away first, leaving you dazed and confused as to what the hell just happened.

“Damn, I missed the taste of your magic on your tongue, darlin’.”

He was panting slightly, his brogue deep and rich and filled with lust and the darkness you were oh so familiar with after spending so many months hearing in your ear as he wrecked you to hell and back…

You just had to go in for another to make sure and you did, gripping the lapels of his jacket and dragging him back in for a rough and dominating kiss, embracing the old feelings that were washing over you on that Halloween, even if it was only for one night.

[bunny-banana]

For the director's cut thing, the story where Fabri asks Ermal out on a date but Ermal doesn't realize that? 👀

YO SO WE GONNA DO THAT OR WHAT

Its this fic btw if anyones curious.  

Chap 1

Even with closed eyes, he sensed the man lying next to him turn towards him but Fabrizio did not spoke immediately. No, he just stayed silent for a bit, Ermal wasn’t quite sure what he was observing but before Ermal could ask, Fabrizio broke the silence.

its u. he’s gazing at u, u idiot.

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’You didn’t exactly give off the vibe that you’d say yes’

“What the fuck does that even mean? I don’t give off the vibe?!”

mr no-homo meta has NO right to be surprised at that. boy went into a panic attack every time someone as much as breathed the suggestion ofc fab was Anxious

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A certain Roman showing up at his doorstep looking like he’d belong to the Milan Fashion Week.A tight grey shirt whose top three buttons almost begged to be opened (yet remained miraculously, in Fabris case, closed!) clung nicely to the body underneath it. A very fine silver chain hung around his neck that perfectly fit with the rings and the watch on his hand.Instead of ripped denim, now tight & shiny dark jeans were worn and to round this look up, an impeccably tailored black, suit jacket was thrown over him.

so not to be Hoe on main but we all just love Sexy Fab.  but more so, i really thought Fabrizio would have put a lot of effort into dressing nicely this time around. Probably called a few friends, crying to help him. He just wanted Ermal to like his look. Which he did.   A lot.  again, outstanding heterosexual of the year, ermal meta is completely mesmerised by that look.

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“Well, well, Fab. Gotta say, this place is on a whole different level“ The curly haired man commented as he flipped through the menu.“You like it?”“How could I not?”

again, Fabrizio intentionally looking up a fancy place for their Date, something he actually felt a little bit uncomfortable about himself and wouldnt normally chose for himself. But then again, he was greatly relieved when Ermal actually did say he liked it.

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*It felt.. nice. The whole evening was quite nice, Ermal had to admit, even with the unusual ambient.

Ermal is just honestly iconic in this fic. man enjoys fabrizios appearance, enjoys talking with him,  eating out with him, just spending time with him in general sooo much……and yet.

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Fabrizio tilted his head and was it the candle light or something else, but a intriguing shine filled his eyes.“I’d know something sweeter than this.” In the next moment, everything turned upside down when Fabrizio suddenly took his hand and intertwined their fingers, his thumb gently brushing over the back of the younger man’s hand.

THE COURAGE THIS TOOK. THE NERVES WHICH WERE WRECKED.  Fab really just went “ok here we go balls to the wall now or never”

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Chap2

“So, Fabrizio….Fabrizio likes me. Apparently.” It felt interesting to say it out loud. Ermal got a tingly feeling at the thought. So ..it was him who made Fabrizio blush earlier? Who made him nervous? And smiley?  Christ, he actually really wanted Ermal to like his outfit, didn’t he? A small smirk found its way on Ermal’s face. Who would have thought that he’d have Fabrizio Moro of all people wrapped around his finger.

erm: so im het

also erm: wow i really really like the fact that fabrizio is into me. its actually super exciting. kinda makes me happy in a way.

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“Wait, what?! I should ask him out?!”“Yeah? Isn’t that something you want?”Is that something he- But that would imply that he’d want to pursue Fabrizio, his very male, masculine, manly friend Fabrizio who was definitely not by any chance a woman. To have a relationship with guy that was …..romantic… and oh sweet Mother of God, sexual?!“I- I- I don’t know.”

so yeah, to get to the bottom of this, when you’re in the process of realising your own …..non-heterosexuality, its just A Lot to take in.  I thought, realistically, that would just be a bit too much for Ermal to take in at that moment. He had to process the mere thought of “yes, you could have a romantic relationship with this guy, since he’s into you. Its absolutely a possibility”. When you’re conditioned to think “i can only ever date people of the opposite sex” all your life, it takes a bit of time to get accustomed to new possibilities.

And then theres the sexual aspect which is like, on Jupiter, for Ermal’s current state of mind.

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Chap3

The video he currently was immersed in showed a slow-mo fight between a mongoose and a cobra that in all its intensity outdid any action movie in a heartbeat.

i remember watching that vid before writing that chapter and being mesmerised by it. u fucking go lil mongoose!

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[Bizio]: sorry i cant this weekend

First, i just love the thought of him being saved as Bizio on Ermals phone. Second, the reason why he replied so late was because he was wrecking his mind about it. Should he go? should he not? god, the thought of seeing ermal excited him and yet scared him. nonononno. he’s trying to get Over Ermal. He needs space. he is not ready yet.

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[Ermal]:Fabri!! Heard you’re coming up North! 😁 I have this excellent bottle of wine that a fan gave me the other day (don’t ask) so how about we open it at my place? I know you love a good wine 😉🍷

He couldn’t even slide the phone back into his pocket before it started buzzing. Surprisingly, the reply came almost instantly this time.[Bizio]:sorry no the schedule is pretty tight for me at the moment i dont think ill have much time in milan

i just image him getting the weirdest fucking fan gifts. also lmao the lightning speed with which fab replied. homeboy saw that wine would be involved and imemdiately thought “nononononono. worst case, my drunk ass might kiss him, god forbid. we are absolutely not gonna do that”

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[Ermal]:So I’m flipping through the channels at home and there comes a baking show and I wouldn’t normally stop to watch but you know what they’re baking? Those creamy pastry things we had in Lisbon!

Now the idea about the Pasteis de Nata stemms from a real life event! During ESC 2018 i slept at a friends house and since the contest was held in Portugal we decided to cook something portuguese. Thats what we did. They fucking slap. Also, one of the best weekends ive ever had

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However, this is how things continued as to all of Ermal’s messages, he’d receive rather uncharacteristically short replies. When he sent him photos he’d often not reply at all and even when he called Fabri didn’t pick.

Okay we have to image in WHAT kinda mental state Fabrizio is in that time. Boy is EMBARASSED to death. Then obviously, he is trying his hardest to get rid of this crush.  So he just isnt talking to Ermal at all. Which in turn makes him lonely and sad.  So then Ermal shoots him a message, sends him a picture and Fabrizio is immediately head over heels again. Which he shouldnt be. Bad Fabri. And the circle repeats itself.

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Fabrizio who smiled sweetly at the host, who hugged her tightly, who joked with her and oh, whose eyes didn’t stick to her face but wandered more and more south.

Dude honestly, Fab was not flirting with anyone. He was just being nice as he usually is. And we all know he a lil bit sleazy so yeah, he might have looked down once or twice. but he really was not flirting. It was just Ermals affection-deprived mind going berserk.

Also that was the first time Ermal witnessed Fabrizio being affectionate with someone else. And the contrast to that cold shoulder he received was just the last straw for him.

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“Why is he all smiley and lovey-dovey with her while he treats me as if I’m a war criminal?!” Ermal shouted the second the other line got picked up.“Uhm, hello? Maybe a ‘Good morning’ first of all? A simple ‘how are you doing, Sabina?’ would have been appreciated too.”

Damn bitch can ya greet ur sister first before going off smh

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And would it have been really that bad if Ermal had just held on to his hand? Let Fabrizio gently stroke him with his thumb, maybe even squeeze back while Ermal’s finger draws circles over letters that covered the older man’s knuckles.It would have been nice and Ermal would have liked it.

I think he just needed to see what he was missing out to realise what he really has always wanted. If things were to go back to normal, he would have never made any realisations.

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“Am I- Do I like Fabrizio?”

No, we dont ask what he is. Because thats for another time, a calmer time. Or maybe not at all. He doesnt know the answer to that question and its not important right now. All he knows is that despite it all, he likes Fabrizio.

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The fact he was a guy was new, but those feelings involved weren’t.

I feel like this is just a very bisexual experience. At least to me it was. Its very confusing when u are genuinely attracted to the opposite sex, so you make the conclusion: you are obviously straight. Its not possibly that you are not-straight.  

Then u start feeling attraction to someone of ur own gender and its like “hmmm. Obviously this must be fake since we have established that Im genuinely attracted to the opposite sex ”

But the thing is..it aint going away. And then u think how you’d perhaps be down for sex, and perhaps be down for something more, and perhaps do all those nice things you would be doing with someone of the opposite sex.  

So yeah, its ..its really confusing and complicated to figure it out. And if you actually do have a feelings for someone it only makes matters more complicated ig

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“Jesus, I really do like him. Me. Liking a guy.”

Again, once u made That Realisation, its just the WILDEST thing in the beginning. a complete NEW concept being applied to yourself.

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“LISTEN CUT THE BULLSHIT I KNOW EXACTLY THAT YOU’RE HOME! OPEN UP OR I WILL STAND HERE ALL NIGHT I’M NOT FUCKING AROUND!” In addition to the knocking he now also started ringing the doorbell. He sure as hell wouldn’t move here until that door wasn’t opened.“I DONT GIVE A FUCK, I WON’T EVEN SLEEP AND NEITHER WILL YOU. I CAN GO ON FOREVER YOU HEAR ME, FABRIZIO MOBRICI?!”

Ermal is just unhinged in all my fics.

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Epilogue

[Ermal💛]: You ready?

Fabrizio added that heart right immediately after Ermal left his house a week prior.

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Ermal looked….cuddly.

So yeah we all know Fab isnt the keenest on fashion and shit. And i just though Ermal would want him to be as comfortable as possible on their date, so he was like “ay come casual” . and also, its sort of cute that Ermal lets Fabri see him so casual too, its sort of more private in that sense.

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And those were still the mild surprises, let’s not start with the downright shock he felt when his brain started providing words like kissable, attractive, sexy and hot during lonelier nights.

i have a fic for those kinda nights too

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“It’s not that far and God knows men your age need the exercise anyway.”

ermal just cant show affection like a normal person, he has to roast u even when he’s madly in love with u

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What followed behind the colourful door was a small chaos. Literally. People constantly coming and going, with buzzing voices chatting in every corner. They made their way half through the rather crowded establishment, got greeted by a waiter who rushed past them, before they finally spotted a couple leaving, liberating two chairs for them.

SO YEAH. the restaurant. it is loosely based on a place here in Vienna. Its pakistani food too, its a buffet, its kinda chaotic like described in the fic. also u can pay as much as u want.

i just thought, yknow, its home made cooking and its kinda relaxed and chill and casual and has a certain liberal flair to it. and i thought yeah that has fabri energy we gonna use that. also their mango rice puddings fucking slap

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Languages were not his forte, those belonged to Ermal, but Fabrizio ran through his options. It surely wasn’t French or Spanish, that he would at least recognise. German looked different too; they had those dots over their U’s and those curly B’s which allegedly weren’t B’s at all. Swedish? Danish? No. He’s been to Ikea often enough to know that his wardrobe wouldn’t be called Qershor. And Russian had different letters but maybe it was something similar to Russian?

Okay, so I’m a known Slut for Languages.  Fabrizio is not. I can pretty much recognise most European languages in written form at some point in a text. Fabrizio can not. Therefore writing this from the perspective of someone who really isnt into languages was kind of interesting and a bit challenging. I was just thinking ‘how would he recognise them when he isnt into them?’  And i think, in the end, i did it realistically.

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“Is it like..Serbian? Croatian? Or something?” He mumbled while putting a piece of eggplant in his mouth but quickly realised the answer when Ermal almost spit out his water from laughing.“No, definitely not. I can guarantee you, it’s very much not Serbian or Croatian ‘or something’.” Ermal chuckled with a bright smile, obviously enjoying their little guessing game. “But you’re close. In a way.”

This is SO embarrassing but this whole language guessing game was just a setup to an inside joke I have with myself.  So, for those who don’t know, I speak Serbo-Croatian. And I study Slavic studies. The first things they tell you in the first lesson of the Slavic Linguistics course is “Please, for the love of God, PLEASE, dont say Albanian/Hungarian/Romanian is a slavic language”. Apparently many europeans assume these languages are because theyre surrounded by slavic countries. BUT TO AN ACTUAL SLAVIC NATIVE SPEAKER, the difference is immediately obvious and so its quite comical when people assume theyre related languages.   So i thought the reverse would be kinda funny to Ermal too.

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“I can be anything the teacher wants me to be. A good student, a naughty student, whatever floats his boat…” He asked sultrily before winking at the man across of him whose higher brain functions seemed to have ceased at once and just gaped at him like a fish.

boys whole brain got fried when the sexiest man in italy started flirting with him. issokay, he was just shocked. fabrizio has never been flirty with him before, he’ll get used to it.

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“I was just trying to give you the best date that I could.“At those words, the Roman frowned however."Wait, this was a date?!”

im just an asshole honestly

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They giggled as they finally closed the gap between them going for a slow and deep kiss.

i just love them being all SOFT and in LOVE

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“Erm, I- I have an instore tomorrow, I better be well rested.”His counterpart just huffed and raised an eyebrow.“So were you planning on staying up all night, huh?”

Fabs horn dog brain definitively went HmmmmMmm this is nice:) ..could get even nicer:)  but no fuck, i have work to do tomorrow

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“Love how you immediately forget about a good night’s sleep once you have a tongue in your mouth.”“Fuck off.”

He just got carried away as if u were complaining ermal smh

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"I bet on everything I have that your password is 'liberoanita1’ so yes, I actually can.”

Parents culture is just using ur children’s names as all your passwords and we all know Fabri is that kinda parent.

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All in All, i also wanna talk about how the epilogue mirrors the first chapter, but in a more successful light.

Fabrizio dresses for Ermal - Ermal dresses for Fabrizio

fancy place - more casual place

They take the car - they walk

Fabrizio takes Ermals hand on the open for everyone to see - Ermal takes Fabrizios hand under the table, in private

They eat their dessert seperately - they eat theri dessert together

they fall out - they become closer, kiss

they dont talk - they plan the next date

anyway thanks for reading and thank uuuuuu for this ask julchen

[benhardyisdaddy]

Howl - Part 2

MASTERLIST 

(alright its long again but i hope u all like it! btw, in this universe the boys are not actors or anything. just in case if anyone was wondering! okay ily BYEEE)

Word Count: 3,030

Your morning routine was straightaway and simple. You rid yourself of your clothes and turn on your shower, making sure the water was heated enough. You throw your hair up in a quick bun and watch as the bathroom’s mirror fogs up in a haze. You return your attention back to the shower and slowly step in, allowing the hot water to cascade over your aching muscles. You close your eyes and lean your head back as you slowly sigh in relief. You regain your focus and begin your shower ritual. Wash your face, wash your body and shave. You place the razor back in its original location and lean forward to shut the water off. You glance behind your shower curtain and spot your pink towel hanging on the clothes rack on the wall. You reach out and pull it towards you and quickly wrap it around yourself. You tuck in the end of the towel and fling open the shower curtain. You carefully step out and slowly look around as your bathroom fills with steam. You walk to the mirror and use your hand to wipe it off, revealing a distorted image of yourself looking back. You finish up in the bathroom as you brush your teeth and clean yourself up. You open the door and a gust of chilly air makes you shake as your warm skin produces goosebumps.

You quickly walk to your closet and open it up as you stare in thought. What were you going to wear today? You would usually opt for a tee shirt and jeans, but today felt different. You weren’t just hanging out with the boys like usual. There was going to be someone else with them. Someone you had never met before. Ben, you think to yourself. You wanted to look nice for when you meet Ben. You bring your lip between your teeth as you move each article of clothing back and forth, looking between them all. Suddenly your hand pauses as you stare at a red dress with tiny yellow follows on it. It was possibly your most favorite dress as it was a tad short and it made your bust look flattering. You think for a moment longer until you finally tell yourself yes. You quickly drop the towel as it pools near your feet. You slip on the dress and smooth it out as you walk to the long mirror that’s hanging on the back of your bedroom door. You look at yourself and turn to look at your backside. You smile and nod in appreciation of how lovely this dress makes you look. You turn back around and quickly remove your hair from it’s bun and run your hand through it. You opt for a high ponytail and walk over to your vanity. You sit down on the white furry stool and open your makeup bag. Mascara and lip gloss was your go to look. You quickly run the wand over your lashes and the gloss over your lips. You smack them together and stand back up to walk to your phone.

You pick it up from the bedside table as you sit in the edge of your bed. You look over and Tiger is still soundly asleep, curled into a little ball. You look back to your phone and realize you have a missed call. It was a number you weren’t familiar with. Wrong number? A telemarketer? Curiosity got the best of you and as you were about to press the green button to call back, the same exact number calls you once more. You stare down almost slightly shocked. You hover your finger over the answer button and slowly click it. You bring the phone to your ear and listen for a moment.

“Hello?” you finally ask.

The sound of heavy breathing fills the silence. You furrow your brows and press the phone even closer to your ear. The breathing was fast and deep. It was definitely a man on the other end. You bring the phone away from your face and look at the screen once more, trying to see if you know the number. You click the speaker button and hold it away from your face.

“Hellooo?” you ask, lingering the word.

The heavy breathing starts once more and as it does, Tiger jumps up from his position and arches his back. He’s staring at the phone and he hisses loudly. You jump up and feel as if your heart was going to stop. You look to Tiger and then to the phone. Tiger was now meowing loudly, as if he was distressed. The breathing doesn’t subside and you quickly end the call. You sit on the bed once more and place your hand on your anxious cat. He relaxes under your touch and slowly lies back down. You pet him and whisper soothing words to calm him. You look back to your phone and your heart beat was slowing down. You weren't sure what that was. It had to of been a prank call. Some kids messing around to freak people out. You roll your eyes and look back to your phone just as there’s a loud pounding at your front door. You and Tiger both jump up at the sudden noise and your eyes are wide. You grip your phone tight and tip toe to your bedroom door. You listen closely, but don’t hear anything. You continue to stare at your front door as another loud knock is heard. You jump and slowly stride over to it. You lean in and stand on your tippy toes to look out the peephole. You’re greeted by a friendly face. You fall back on your heels and you let out a shaky breath. You quickly unlock the door and open it with a smile.

“Gwilym!” you squeal, as you rush in for a hug. He smiles widely and wraps his arms around you and spins you in a circle. You laugh loudly as he places you back down.

“Joe said you were a bit spooked last night, so I’ve come to chauffeur you to our play date.” he says, lightly bowing. You smile and shake your head. Your friends were always thinking of you. You were like the little sister of the group and they were the annoying older brothers, but you wouldn’t trade them for anything.

“Well thank you very much! I just got done getting around, you ready to head out now?” you ask. Gwil pauses and squints his eyes, looking you up and down. You swallow hard and expect him to ask why you’re so dressed up to hangout with the boys. You would have to come up with some explanation besides ‘I want to impress the new guy’.

“Why do you look like you’ve just seen a ghost?” he asks, almost worried. “Are you still freaked out about last night?” You let out a breath you were holding and nervously laugh.

“Oh, no. Well I mean, yeah I am, but…” you start, not knowing what to say. “I got a creepy phone call before you got here and it just had me on edge.” you say. Gwil raises a brow and shakes his head, obviously wanting more information.

“And? Well what was it?” he asks, moving his hand to tell you to continue.

“It was just eerie, heaving breathing. I know it had to have been a prank call. Kids are always trying to freak others out.” you say as you smile. Gwil’s jaw tenses up and you notice. You turn and walk back into your house, grabbing your purse that’s sat on the table near the wall. You sling it over your shoulder and dig through it to retrieve your house keys. You turn around, but before you shut the door, you call out.

“Bye Tiger man!” You smile as you hear a faint meow back and you shut the door and lock it up. You wiggle the handle to make sure it was fully locked and you turned to walk next to Gwil. He wraps an arm over your shoulders and you lean into him as you walk down your steps and to his car.

“It probably was just a dumb prank call.” he says. “I’d just block the number so they can’t call again.” He unlocks his car as you quickly slide into the passenger side. You pull out your phone once more and click it open. The number stares back at you and you nod to Gwil.

“Yeah, good idea. I’ll block it.” you say as you click a button and the block call notification pops up. Your finger hovers over it for a moment, but something deep inside tells you not to block it just yet. You stare at it for a moment and quickly exit out. You place your phone on your lap and look to Gwil as he’s driving.

“Blocked it.” you say. He looks to you and smiles, looking back to the road. You turn your head to look out the window as Gwil turns the radio up a bit. All of a sudden the name Ben pops back into your head. Surely Gwilym would have to know who he is. You turn to look at him and move your body to face him a bit.

“Hey,” you start, causing him to glance over at you. “Who’s Ben?” you ask. Gwil looks back to you and his face falls a bit. He looks back to the road and awkwardly laughs.

“What?” he asks. You raise a brow, not sure what to say exactly.

“Ben?” you ask once more. “Who is he?”

Gwil continues looking forward as he speaks.

“How do you know about him?” he asks. You shrug and turn to look forward just like he is.

“Joe told me there would be a guy named Ben hanging out with us today. I was just wondering how you all know him? And why I’ve never heard of him?” you ask, almost hurt.

Gwil looks to you and softly smiles.

“He’s a friend. He was a bit new to the states and to this area. I think they met at the bar downtown.” he says fast. You nod as you listen closely.

“How long have you all known each other?” you ask.

“A year.” says Gwil, nonchalant. Your head flies to stare at him and your mouth slowly parts.

“A year!?” you ask, shocked. “And why haven’t I know about this guy?” Gwil looks to you confused as to why you’re so upset over this. He shrugs and shakes his head, not knowing what to say.

“He left for a while, so I guess it never really crossed our minds!” he says defensively. You huff and lean your head back and stare out the window. You don’t notice as Gwil looks over to you and watches you with sad eyes.

“Y/n,” he says quietly. You look back over to him and he pauses for a moment, thinking about what he wants to say. “Ben’s nice, but he’s not the best friend type like we all are. Okay?”

You look at him and shake your head confused.

“I don’t understand.” is all you say. Gwil exhales and looks back to the road.

“He gets into trouble a lot. That’s all. He’s our friend, family even, but so are you.” he says. Your heart melts at that sweet comment and you smile to yourself. “So I guess what I’m trying to say is, don’t get involved.”

You open your eyes wide and slap his arm harshly. He hisses in pain and takes his other hand to rub at it.

“Um, ouch!” he calls out.

“Don’t get involved!?” you yell. “You automatically assume I’m going to try to get into this guys pants!?” Gwil looks to you and he shakes his head fast, realizing how that sounded.

“No, no, no! Wait! That’s not even what I meant. I meant-”

“Oh, I know what you meant! I can’t believe you would think that of me, Gwil!” you yell, crossing your arms and frowning. He looks over to you and exhales as he feels defeated. He knew trying to argue with you would result in him messing up even more and making the already bad situation even worse. So he keeps his mouth shut and continues driving. He realizes what he said sounded bad, but that’s not how he meant it. He would never think that low of you. He knew what kind of person you are and that’s why they had to do everything to keep you safe. Even if that means safe from a guy named Ben. He wasn’t a bad guy per say, he just was always finding himself is sticky situations and Gwil would not let you get mixed up in any of that. Not if he could help it. 

He looks back over to you and watches you’re still frowning. He drives for several more minutes until a house comes into view. You look up and realize you’re finally at Joe’s. You unbuckle quickly and jump out of the car. You wait for Gwil to walk next to you and you two walk up to the door. You quickly open it up and walk inside. The sound of voices fill the house as someone laughs. You look around and spot a red suitcase next to the front door. You walk in more as Gwil shouts out that you are there. You hear chairs being scooted back and the sound of feet walking towards you. Joe rounds the corner first and smiles widely at your presence. He walks up and wraps his arms around you and squeezes. You smile against him and watch as Gwilym and Rami walk to the far corner of the room and quietly talk. You watch as Gwil lowers his head and says something, making Rami look up at you. You look away fast and then back to Joe. He raises a questioning brow and smiles.

“Okay, what’s wrong?” he asks, noticing some tension on your face. You smile and shake your head.

“Nothing, I’m fine. Gwil was just making some wild accusations about me in the car.” you say, half laughing. Joe laughs with you and nods.

“Sounds like him.” You two begin talking and your eyes keep darting to the suitcase next to you. Joe says something when footsteps are heard walking into the room. Joe’s standing directly in front of you as you watch Gwil and Rami walk up and greet someone. The person talks to them in a low, British accent and a slight chill runs down your spine. Why were you freaking out over meeting one of their friends? This was so not like you! You try to secretly peer around Joe’s shoulder, but it’s not use. You can’t see anything. He looks to you and his eyes open wide, as if he forgot something.

“Oh, that’s right! I forgot to introduce you two.” he says, turning his head a bit. “Y/n,” he says, slowly moving out of the way. “This is Ben.” Joe steps out of the way and reveals a man, staring intensely at you. He has bright green eyes and he runs a hand through his short blonde hair. His tongue darts out as he licks his lips slightly. He’s wearing a leather jacket and dark pants, as one hand is in the pocket. He uses his free hand to bring it to his mouth and he swipes his thumb over his bottom lip, his eyes never leaving yours. You stare at him and you feel as if they can all hear your heart pounding. You swallow hard and clear your throat before forcing a smile.

“Hi.” you whisper out. Ben smirks and takes a step towards you. He holds out his hand for you to take and you hesitantly do so. He wraps his large hand around yours and it’s warm to the touch. You flinch as a slight shock from him radiates to your hand. He’s still smiling as he slowly shakes your hand. Your arm feels weak and limp at his touch, but you regain your thoughts and shake back.

“Nice to meet you, y/n.” he says, licking his lips once more. You quickly pull back your hand and smile as you take in a deep breath. Okay, wow. This… This is why you were so nervous. You silently thank the gods for you not knowing what he looked like before you came over. You would have picked out an even better outfit and really fixed yourself up. Maybe even let your hair down. You silently curse yourself for hurrying this morning. Ben looks you up and down and as if he can read your thoughts, he speaks up.

“Your dress is nice.” he says. You continue to stare at him and feel your cheeks heat up at his compliment. You smile and look down at your outfit quickly.

“Oh, thank you.” you say, trying not to stumble over your words. Rami walks up and pats Ben’s shoulder.

“Alright, if we could not flirt with our lil sis right in front of us.” he jokes. Ben looks to you and laughs. If you thought your face was red before, well now it was scalding. Ben reaches in his back pocket and pulls out a pack of Marlboro cigarettes. He slides out one and puts the pack back in his pocket. He walks and maneuvers around you to the front door.

“Just stepping out for a sec.” he says, low. You’re facing away from him, but his voice sounds like it’s right in your ear. You shiver and looks to the other boys as they all nod to him. The door closes behind you and you finally release a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Joe walks up and smiles to you as Gwil and Rami step to the side once more, glancing at you.

“So that was Ben.” Joe says. You look to him and smile, feeling your heart still racing.

“So that was Ben.” you repeat back to him. So that was Ben.

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Unintentional love (Elu fake dating AU) Ch. 3 - Never again

Elu fake dating AU chapter 3 is up. As always, comments and feedback is very welcome. I hope you enjoy, let me know what you think. Find it on AO3 here.

”Oh my God Lucas, just pick a fucking shirt, they all look the same” Basile grunted.

The boys had spent the last hour in the same mens-wear shop, trying to find a new shirt for Lucas to wear to the party tomorrow.

”Honestly Lucas, you’re already dating the guy, why are you so stressed out?” Arthur asked sympathetically, while Yann picked up two shirts and headed for the dressing room.

”Fuck off, I just thought it would be nice to look good for once, it has nothing to do with him” Lucas said, not completely being able to hide his blush.

He had never been the type to care about what he was wearing, but even though he’d rather eat dirt than admit it, he was probably trying harder because he wanted to impress Eliott. He knew he didn’t stand a chance anyway, and Eliott was just helping him out to be friendly, probably because he didn’t have many friends at his new school, but he couldn’t help but want to look a bit different at the party, and maybe, just maybe impress Eliott a little bit.

“Fuck it, I’ll just wear the same shit I usually wear, let’s go get something to eat, I’m starving” he said, giving up on trying to find anything nice. Everything he’d tried on was either way too expensive or way too .. not him.

“FINALLY, I was beginning to think I’d have to eat the granola bar that’s been in my bag for four years” Basille exclaimed, almost running out of the shop.

“Yeah, let me just pay for this and we can get out” Yann said, fishing for his wallet in his bag.

After they exited the shop, they found a nice little café with cheap pizzas and beers to hang out at. It was nice to chill with the boys, they didn’t do this kind of stuff often, but when they did, Lucas always enjoyed it, even though they drove him mad half the time. This time was no exception. They’d all been grilling him about Eliott all week, and Lucas had successfully avoided the topic every time.

“So tell us something about this mystery guy” Yan said, while cutting his pizza with the shitty plastic knife and fork the café had given them.

“I already told you guys a thousand times, there’s not much to say. We’ve just hung out a few times and well, yeah we’re seeing each other I guess” Lucas answered, trying to avoid the topic yet again.

“Nu-uh” Basile said taking a sip of his beer, “you’re not getting off the hook so easy this time. Tell us something about him, I mean how did you manage to hook up with him? He looks like an actual model, if I was gay or bi or whatever, he’d be on my TO-DO list” he said laughing at his own joke.

Lucas couldn’t argue with that. Eliott did look like a model. His perfectly messy hair, his signature brown jacket, and those eyes.. those eyes that Lucas saw every time he closed his eyes, were out of this world. But what did Lucas actually know about Eliott? He knew that he was absolutely stunning, that he apparently was interested in the foyer, he had no social media (none that Lucas could find anyway) and that he drew weird looking rats in the library alone. It wasn’t much to go on, and if this whole pretending to date thing was going to work, he needed more. He pulled out his phone and found his newly added contact: Mon mec <3

Lucas: Tell me three things I should know about you

As soon as he hit the send button, he started worrying. That was a weird text to send out of the blue right? Shit Eliott didn’t even have his number, he should probably tell him who’s texting.

Lucas: This is Lucas btw. Lucas: Your pretend mec, haha

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Putain, what the hell was that mess? He’d sent three incoherent messages and not surprisingly Eliott left him on read. Fuck, was he even going to show up to the party tomorrow after Lucas sent him weird ass shit like that?

“Are you texting your boyfriend?” Arthur asked, mouth full of peperoni pizza, oil dripping down his chin.

“Nah, it’s Mika, he forgot his keys, so I have to head back, see you guys tomorrow” he said, desperate to get out of there, go home and bang his head against the wall until brain cells, that he obviously didn’t have, magically started to appear.

“Okay, see you tomorrow man, can’t wait to meet Eliott” Yann said, with such an honest smile that it broke Lucas’ heart. He really hated lying to his friends, especially Yann.

“Yeah, he can’t wait to meet you guys either” he answered, putting on his scarf, feeling like an absolutely horrible friend.

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When he finally got home he threw himself on the bed and yanked his phone out of his pocket. Still no answer from Eliott. Of course not, why would he answer such silly messages from a complete stranger? While Lucas was contemplating how to tell the boys that Eliott would not attend the party tomorrow, without letting them know that he’d been lying he heard a pling.

Eliott: Phew, you just go straight to the personal questions, huh Lucas?

Shit, he’d offended Eliott. Of course he had. He could have at least started off with a ‘hey’ or a ‘thanks for agreeing to be my pretend boyfriend and going to a party with a bunch of people you don’t know’.

Lucas: I’m so sorry, I know that was totally out of the blue and weird

Eliott: Hahah, I’m kidding Lucas.

Lucas felt a weight lift off his chest. So Eliott wasn’t upset with him?

Eliott: I’ve actually just spent the last hour thinking of a good answer and I think I have it, are you ready?

Lucas: I’m ready, hit me

His heart starting racing out of nowhere. The prospect of getting to know Eliott, even if it was just three facts, had him sitting on the edge of his bed, tapping his foot on the floor in pure anticipation.

Eliott: 1. My spirit animal is a raccoon. 2. My favorite music is dubstep. 3. You’ll have to earn the third.

Lucas read and reread the message for what might have been ten times. Dubstep? Really? How was this mystery guy, who looked and talked like an actual angel, into freaking dubstep? Also, a spirit animal? Lucas had never even considered what his might be, but God, Eliott was an actual dork.

Lucas: How do I earn the third?

Eliott: I’m sure you’ll figure something out.

Shit, was Eliott flirting with him, or was Lucas just imagining things? He decided not to dwell on it and continued tapping on his phone, forming a response quickly, so Eliott didn’t think he’d left him on read.

Lucas: So those rats with masks on them that you were drawing in the library were actually raccoons?

Eliott: RATS?! Wow Lucas, you’re already breaking my heart and we’ve only been dating for a week.

His heart started racing. He felt kind of sorry for teasing Eliott about his drawings, but he couldn’t help himself. He wondered if Eliott also had a huge grin plastered on his face right now, because Lucas sure as shit did.

Lucas: I’m a real heartbreaker, sorry

Eliott: Yeah, I noticed at the bus stop, no mercy huh? Eliott: So it’s your turn now, no?

The grin that had been dominating his face during the entire conversation fell as soon as he saw the message. Eliott had probably, maybe, meant it as a joke, but the prospect of Eliott thinking he was cold hearted, made him want to cry.

Lucas: Actually, I’ve got to go, I have a ton of homework. See you tomorrow at the party.

Eliott: Okay, see you tomorrow.

He threw his phone on the other side of the bed and buried his face in his pillows. He definitely wasn’t ready for tomorrow.

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Lucas was standing in front of the bathroom mirror trying to tame his hair. He���d been in need of a haircut for a while now, but he barely had money to pay the rent, so spending money on a haircut was the furthest from his mind, when Mika barged in. “Looking good kitten, meeting up with your new man?” he said, toying with Lucas’ hair. “Yeah, we’re going to a party tonight” he answered, swatting away Mikas hands. “Bring him over to the apartment some time, I have to approve before you take the next step you know” he said, still playing with Lucas’ hair, not getting the hint. “Need to see what his intentions are with our little kitten” he continued, laughing. “Gosh, can you please fuck off Mika, the last thing I need is you scaring him away with your sex talk” Lucas answered, starting to get slightly annoyed. “Gee always so touchy, you know you have to loosen up a bit, or you’ll never get any dick” he exclaimed, finally pulling his hands away in defeat. “Have fun, remember to use a condom” he finished with a wink, leaving Lucas’ hair in a worse state than it was to begin with.

As soon as Lucas left the apartment he regretted not bringing his scarf. The cool night air was already starting to sting, and he could feel his ears starting to cramp from the cold. He’d agreed to meet Eliott halfway, so they could arrive together, making the whole thing seem more believable.

“Salut” he heard a voice from behind. There he was, Eliott Demaury in all his glory. He looked stunning as always, wearing a white t-shirt, a skin tight leather jacket and skinny denim jeans, showing off his perfect figure. Lucas was pretty sure his mouth was starting to water, but he tried not to dwell too much on it. “Salut” he answered, trying to sound nonchalant, and probably failing miserably. “Let’s go” Eliott said as he started walking. Lucas was struggling to keep up, seeing as Eliott’s legs were much longer than his, almost jogging next to the taller boy.

As they walked, it almost felt like they’d known each other for ages. Lucas kept joking about the raccoon drawings, while Eliott dramatically clutched his chest, as if Lucas was breaking his heart all over again. They talked about music, which subjects they liked and disliked, which movies they liked (Eliott’s favorite was Titanic, how cliché), until they finally circled back to the drawings.   “You know for someone who looks so innocent, you sure can be a sarcastic little shit” Eliott laughed, after Lucas, once again, had made fun of the drawings. “I’m sorry. And I don’t look innocent” he said, another laugh escaping him. “Yeah you do. You’re short but spikey” Eliott said continuing “you know what you remind me of?” “What?” Lucas said, looking up at the taller boy, clinging on to every word he said. “A hedgehog” he said, bursting into giggles. “A what?! I do NOT look like a hedgehog” Lucas exclaimed, trying to look upset, but he was pretty sure the huge ass grin on his face gave him away. “Whatever you say, but I’m pretty sure that a hedgehog is your spirit animal” Eliott said, lightly puffing Lucas shoulder. Lucas couldn’t help but smile at how cute Eliott looked when he was smiling and joking and he wished that they could just keep walking for hours, talking and laughing.

As they reached the apartment, Eliott swung his arm around Lucas, who involuntarily flinched. “Calm down, it’s just for show right?” Eliott said, seemingly amused by the expression on Lucas’ face. “Yeah, sorry” he answered, staring down at the ground. As soon as they entered the smoke filled apartment, they were greeted with his loud friends. “LUCAAAAAAS” Basille screamed, trying to drown out the music. Yann shook Eliott’s hand, introducing himself as Lucas’ best friend, and Lucas felt a pang of guilt wash over him again. He really hated lying to his friends.

After the boys had introduced themselves, they all went out onto the balcony, where Arthur was trying to roll a joint, but failing miserably, having drunken one beer too many. “Here, let me” Eliott said, reaching out and taking the paper and weed from Arthurs trembling hands. “Damn, good looking and good with his hands, what a catch Lucas” Basile exclaimed, and Lucas had a sudden urge to throw him over the balcony. “I’m the one who got lucky” Eliott said with a wink, not taking his eyes off Lucas. He couldn’t help think of, how in another universe, they were actually dating, and he was happy and contempt with his friends and his gorgeous boyfriend getting along. But right here, right now, it all felt a little bit too much, and Eliott’s gaze made him feel sad about all the things he wished he could have but didn’t.

“It’s getting pretty cold, I think I’m going to head inside” Lucas said, grabbing his beer from the balcony floor. “I’ll go with you, here you go” Eliott said handing over the joint to Arthur, “nice to meet you guys, we’ll catch up later” he continued as he swung his arm around Lucas, and opened the balcony door for him. They had only been doing this for an hour or so, but it was already proving very difficult for Lucas to handle it. Every move Eliott made, seemed effortless and natural, he almost let himself believe for a second that they weren’t pretending.

They headed inside, and got comfortable on a couch in the corner. “Your friends are cool” Eliott said, taking a sip of his beer. “Yeah they’re great, they can be a pain in the ass, but they’re really the best friends a guy could wish for” Lucas answered honestly. “I’m jealous of you, you know” Eliott said, staring intensely at Lucas. “Huh?” “You have these great friends, and I can tell how much they care about you just by the way they were trying to impress me, it’s adorable” Eliott said, his smile dropping faintly. “I’m sure your friends are great as well” he answered, trying to cheer Eliott up, desperate to see him smile again. “Yeah, something like that” he said, putting the beer bottle to his mouth, almost finishing it in one sip. “I’m gonna get another one, can I get you anything mon mec?” he asked a playful smile lingering on his lips. “No I’m good, thanks” Lucas said, a faint blush appearing.

Eliott had been gone for almost twenty minutes and Lucas was starting to get worried. As he was getting up to look for him, a guy came over and sat down next to him. Lucas looked at him, and got the feeling he’d seen the guy before, but he couldn’t quite make him out. He had long blond hair, tied up in a tight bun, wearing a navy blue shirt and a silver necklace around his neck. “Salut, I’m Curtis” he said, handing Lucas a new beer. “Salut, Lucas” he answered, still scanning the room for Eliott. “Why do I get the feeling that I’ve seen you before?” he asked, confirming Lucas’ suspicion that he looked familiar. “I’m not sure, but I think I’ve seen you before as well” he answered, not fully committing to the conversation, still concerned about Eliott’s whereabouts. “I’m friends with Idriss, maybe you know Imane?” the guy said, scanning Lucas’ face, trying to catch his eye. “Are you looking for someone?” he finally asked. “Yeah sorry, I’m looking for my uh.. my-my boyfriend, Eliott” Lucas said, feeling awkward saying the lie out loud to a stranger. “Eliott is your boyfriend?” the guy asked, looking surprised. “Yeah, uhm why- do you know him?” Lucas answered, nervous that he’d overstepped, by calling Eliott his boyfriend to someone who might actually know him. “I don’t know him personally, but Idriss mentioned him a few times” he said, continuing “but uhm I saw Eliott on my way over here. He went into a room with Lucille, his ex-girlfriend” he said, looking slightly uncomfortable. “His what?” Lucas asked, his heart stopping for a few seconds. Eliott had an ex-girlfriend? Here at the party? Why hadn’t he told him? “Yeah, I recognized her from some photos Idriss showed me of them a while back” Curtis continued. Lucas could feel the heat rising to his face. He felt like he’d been completely fucked over. If Eliott wanted to hang out with his ex, which probably wasn’t an ex anymore if they’d spent such a long time alone in a room, he could have just told him.

“Hey, come on, I’m sure they’re just talking” Curtis said, trying to cheer Lucas up, who was now busy fiddling with the sticker on his beer, trying to hold the tears at bay. Why was he so upset? Eliott had upheld his part of the deal, he’d met his friends as Lucas had asked, so he probably thought it was done and over with. “I have an idea, let’s get some shots huh?” the blonde said, getting up and pulling Lucas up with him, dragging him into the kitchen.

Ten minutes and five shots later, Lucas was absolutely fucked. His vision was blury and he could feel himself babbling, not sure what words were coming out of his mouth, but apparently Curtis, who hadn’t stopped laughing for two whole minutes, found it very entertaining. “Can I tell you a secret” Lucas said leaning into Curtis, almost whispering in his ear. “Yeah, shoot” “Eliott and I aren’t actually dating” he said bursting out on laughter. It all seemed so funny and stupid right now. They hadn’t even been able to keep up the act for one night before Eliott was off with his ex and Lucas was spilling the secret to strange guys. “Come again?” Curtis said, seemingly confused. “Yeah, we’re just pretending, it’s aaaaaall fun and games” Lucas continued, still laughing like a maniac. “But why?” “Was trying” he was literally struggling for air, it all seemed so silly right now, he couldn’t stop laughing, “to get rid of a girl” he finally managed, taking another shot, almost spitting it out in the process, not being able to contain his laughter. “Wow, that’s.. that’s a relief” Curtis finally said. “Huh?” Lucas had finally stopped laughing and looked at Curtis, for the first time tonight he noticed how he was actually quite handsome. Not Lucas’ type at all, blondes just weren’t his thing, but he was definitely good-looking. “That means that I get to ask you out, what do you say” Curtis said, flashing a smile at Lucas. Lucas wasn’t sure what was happening, but he found himself giggling “suuuuure thing” he managed, between giggles. He was definitely too drunk, because this guy couldn’t actually just have asked him out right? And what had he answered? He suddenly couldn’t remember anything. But before he had time to process what just happened, and what he’d said, he felt his stomach turning. Without a word, he ran to the bathroom, knocking over some girl in the process, desperate to reach the toilet before he spilled his insides all over the floor.

After five minutes, Lucas had thrown up everything he’d drank all night and probably all of his meals the past five days. He managed to get up and wash his mouth and face, and got out of the bathroom, desperately looking for his jacket. He needed air, he needed to get out of here, when a hand touched his shoulders. “Eliott?” he said turning around, not able to hide his disappointment when he saw the blonde guy before him. “Hey are you okay? You just ran away, and locked yourself inside the bathroom, I was getting worried” “Yeah I’m f-fine” he managed “have you seen Eliott?” “He left with Lucille, I think” Curtis said, not meeting Lucas’ eyes. “Oh.. of-c-of course.. I should go as well” “Want me to walk you home?” Curtis asked, hand still on Lucas’ shoulder. “No, no, I’m good, I’ll see you later yeah?” he said, grabbing his coat from the couch and practically sprinting out of the apartment.

He wasn’t sure how or when he got home, but he finally managed to get to the apartment and throw himself on the bed, not bothering to take off his clothes. ‘Never drinking again’, he thought to himself, closing his eyes, trying to will the room not to spin, never again.

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The Odd Pair 7

Warning: SMUT, sexual situations

After returning from the hospital Selene, resumed her routine at the house. Cleaning, organizing, making sure nothing was out of place. Although a lot of Shingen's paperwork was scattered around the house with him trying to find it. Selene had it when he asked fifteen times about it. Taking the documents she started to make folders with the information, organizing them by color codes and date if that was possible. Once everything was organized, she went to Shingen's office, left the folders on the desk then went to the kitchen to make some cookies.

Shingen bit his tongue once more to refrain from asking Selene if she had seen some of his papers. The last time Selene just gave him a murderous look.

“Ok, how did you managed to be this messy, unorganized and still run a company?” Selene gave him an amused look.

“I'm not messy or unorganized, I have my own system.” Shingen avoid looking at Selene's eyes still looking for his papers.

“Yup around the whole house. Also you received three calls this morning from Yuki. He needs you to communicate as soon as possible...”

“Shit!” Shingen went back to the office to call Yuki.

“There you go.” Selene then went to grab all the papers around the house.

After that he found the folders with all the documents. Everything was organized even by date. Aside from that a list with all the information inside each folder, a list of calls made today organized by time and urgency. Shingen sit amazed at the organization of his desk. Smiling he decided to work as fast as possible in order to give his wife some reward for her help.

The sweet smell of baking soon filled the house. Shingen did the last call and went to the kitchen. There he found Selene with her iPod and earphones dancing while at the same time taking out the last batch of cookies. Turning off the oven, Selene kept moving at the sound of the song. She was wearing some black capri pants with one of his old shirts. Her hair was on a pony tail looking adorable. Her body dancing to the music was alluring to Shingen who lately was taking more cold showers than usual. Their relationship was progressing, still there was a topic they haven't talk about: Sex. From time to time he will kiss her but when things get too hot, Shingen restrained himself from going further. His desire was growing each day, but his resolve not. Rejection had something to do with it, also he still does not know if Selene will feel comfortable with it. The nights are hard if he fails to fall asleep fast. Without the wall of pillows now there is nothing that will separate them. Several times they will woke up embracing each other. On another mornings, he will be spooning her. Taking a bit of caution Shingen went inside the kitchen to let Selene know he was there.

Selene felt a tap on her shoulder that paralyzed her immediately. Oh no, he saw her dancing? Pressing the pause button, Selene took the earphones out, her face felt hot, embarrassed she turned around. Shingen was grinning at her sight with his arms fold and leaning on the counter.

“It's rare to find you dancing, I was not aware of it.”

“Well is just goofing around. I don't dance or have talent for that. Btw, did you found the information you was looking for?” Selene managed to dodge the comment, redirect the conversation back to Shingen. He was fully aware of it. As far as he know Selene still was trusting in him. Baby steps, he kept remind him, baby steps with 1,000 hours of cold showers.

“Yes as a matter of fact everything was perfect, I managed to speed the work accumulated. I thought you were a car designer.”

“ On college and my first years I worked as an archivist and executive assistant for a construction company. The manager, was glad that was I organized. My OCD is terrible. I can't stand seeing everything in a mess.”

Selene keep moving around the kitchen. Most of the equipment used was already cleaned, since she clean it in between the process of making the cookies.  The kitchen was almost done with three pounds of sugar cookies already prepared and one dozen cooling down.

“So what's up?” Selene looked at him with innocence. Shingen refrained the impulse of taking her there.

“I wanted to thank you for organizing my papers. I managed to get a lot done today.” Shingen stopped her in order to give her a soft kiss on the lips.

“Good, I mean, I can do it from now on if you need help. I'm not very busy at the moment.” Selene leaned against Shingen. She used those moments to touch him. He felt so good, any excuse was good to touch him. Specially the mornings, having his body embracing hers. Closing her eyes briefly, Selene aspired Shingen's aroma in.

“I will take you up for it then.” he put his arms around her. Caressing her back and hair he felt at peace. They stood there for a couple of minutes.

“I'm sorry Selene.” said Shingen suddenly.

“What for?” she asked breaking the embrace to look him in the eyes.

“I always wanted to apologize for the prank I did to you on high school. I was stupid, thinking it was just a minor thing.” Shingen decided not to wait anymore and get over with that topic. Their relationship was going along well so he decided to make a more close connection. Selene took his apology and squeeze gently her hands on his hips. “Apology accepted, I decided not to remember that part of my life anymore, so everything is in the past.” Selene smiled at him.

Shingen felt disappointment on her words. “Look I just want to clear this up, that's all. I felt bad for doing it.”

“Then why you did it?” Shingen felt her defenses getting up again.

“Peer pressure, I was hanging out with a bad crowd at that time. Look I don't want to fight just wanted to let you know that I'm sorry Princess.” he put his finger on her chin raising her face to meet his.

“I also feel it was my fault you left the town, I...” Selene pull his face down to kiss him deeply. She didn't want to speak about the past. For her, Shingen was now in front of her, all she wanted to was kiss him.  He grabbed  her by the thighs sitting her on the counter. He took place in between her legs running his hands under the shirt, this time she wasn't wearing a bra, which turned him on. Slowly he caress her sides pushing up until reaching her breasts. Her nipples were hard waiting for some attention. He took the shirt off. Selene gasps at the sudden change of temperature, grabbing Shingen's hair to hold on to it.

“I wonder how you will taste with chocolate.” at that moment Shingen found a bottle of cream chocolate. Pouring a bit on her nipple he started liking and sucking it until it was completely clean. Selene meanwhile, felt her desire growing and her breathing getting agitated.  Every time Shingen lick or suck her nipple, a small moan escaped her lips. Taking the chocolate and Selene in his arms Shingen went to the bedroom with them. He laid her down softly kissing her, caressing her body with need. He stopped to take his clothes off, then Selene's. Tracing a fine line of chocolate from her breast down to her core, he started licking his way down cleaning the line of chocolate. At some point he sees the scar from the surgery and kisses it.

Selene felt feverish, between gasping for air and moans, she buried her hands on Shingen's hair. Closing her eyes, she waited with anticipation when he arrived down to her core. At first he started with soft kisses, around her navel, her thighs, then soft bites, at that point she started begin him to stop teasing.

“Shingen, please, stop,...te ahhh, st,uhh, me.”

He ignored her and kept working his route until the last drop of chocolate was gone. When he finished cleaning her up, he continued going down and loved her clit with his tongue. Small, long, soft, hard licks that will make Selene, pant and moan with need. He decided to  stop to take a look at her. He lay down next to her to see her face all flustered, her eyes shinning with desire. Smiling Selene, raised an eyebrow lowering her hand to his shaft , grabbing it firmly. He hold his breath feeling a void on his stomach.

“Princess?” was only a whisper.

“My turn.” Selene began to move her hands softly against his member making stay up and hard, her lips started tracing her way down with little bites, her tongue circling around his nipples. Shingen couldn't hide his surprise when he started moaning at the way she touched him. A soft playful laugh was heard. Shingen bit his lower lip refraining from moaning out loud. In a soft motion from up to down she kept holding his shaft until her lips touch his base. Her tongue moved around it, while he dig his hands on the sheet of the bed holding his release. The sensation was a pure bliss, he started impulsing himself up. Throwing his head back, moaning now without care. Her touch was maddening, making him loose control. A sudden question came to his mind, who teach her this? His mind went blank when she took him on her mouth and started sucking, while rolling her tongue up and down. His hands grabbed her hair loving the rhythm she was taking with him. When he felt he was about to come, Selene stopped, letting him fall on the bed panting heavily. She went to the night table opening one of the shelves to retrieve a condom. Shingen saw how she opened it and put it on him.

“Uh? You are full of surprises Princess.”

“ Less talk and more action Takeda.” she mounted him and let herself get impale by him slowly. Both began to moan at the same time until she welcomed him completely inside of her. Shingen hug her, turning around to put her on the bed. With him on top, he took a moment to catch his breath and take a look at Selene.

“What?” asked Selene with a smile.

“ You look beautiful Princess.” he started moving slowly. Savoring the moment, kissing Selene until the rhythm started to increased. Selene match his rhythm with the same force that him. They keep kissing, moaning and moving until they both reach their climax. Collapsing on bed, Shingen rest a bit before moving, Selene caressed his hair with one arm while caressing his back. The caress sent chills down his body.

“You ok?” Selene stopped when she felt him trembling.

“Yes, is nothing.” the sensation was new to him. Usually he just finished having sex with his partner for the night not further contact. With Selene he just didn't know how to break the contact. He felt she was fitting perfectly with him. Reluctantly, he moved and covered his eyes with his right arm. A deep sigh left him, he was still processing what happened right now.

Selene closed her eyes, letting her emotions calm themselves down. Her heart threaten to go out of chest. Taking a look at Shingen he had his arm on his eyes. Her mind started running chaotically. Did he liked it? Had he regret it? Feeling like running away, she turned around to go out of the bed when Shingen grab her and made her go back to bed. Her face was on his chest, his arms encircling her while his hands were caressing her hair and body.

“Shingen?”

“Shhh, can I hold you?”

“Yes, is something wrong?” Selene felt tense while battling the tenderness with which Shingen was caressing her.

“No, not at all I just want to hold you, for a while, we can talk later.”

“Okay.” Selene relaxed against him letting his caress warm her up.

They stayed in each others arms until they fell asleep. The nap lasted for at least one hour before Shingen opened his eyes. Selene was still asleep next to him, still in his arms. Totally relax she looked even younger and vulnerable. Her scar was looking soft almost faded. Shingen couldn't help himself and smiled. His heart was beating fast

remembering the time they shared before. Everyday was different with her. So now, what will happen? What's next? He hated this uncertainty, but he also have to admit he wants this to last more than one year. Now that he found she is compatible with him in bed, what to do? How to convince her to stay with him. Frowning, Shingen put his mind in blank when Selene started to wake up.

“Hey” her sleepy look was too adorable to let it pass.

Shingen kissed her and smile back. “Hey, how are you feeling?”

“I believe this nap after some exercise is good, specially when you do it as a team.” he couldn't stop his smile at the way she was teasing him.

“Well what about, we get a shower and something to eat.?”

“Hmm, sounds good, pizza? I am not cooking unless I get a nice argument on why I should.” she wink at him, letting him now the next move was his.

“Pizza is OK, but I have a great argument regarding, why you are such a great cook.”

“Really? Let me hear it.”

Lowering his face to meet her lips Shingen started exposing his argument.

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Notes: I decided to spice up this story a bit. It’s the first time me writing a sex scene so I hope you like it. Thank you to those who are joining to read the story. Enjoy!

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[if-weshadows-haveoffended]

Strela Amura- Chekov x Reader

A/N: So sorry about how late this is, I’ve just been really busy at Uni. Anyway, She’s Kirk’s sister but also not Kirk’s sister. It’ll make sense, trust me. ut my favourite thing about the OS has always been the time-travel episodes, like???? What a gift to Humanity. So here’s me playing with that space time continuum.

Also. It’s Eurovision time!!!! Sorry not sorry for nearly winning last year btw. Anyway, you know what that means? Time to listen to my Eurovision husband’s entire discography. Like it’s such a cute Chekov-y song, bless.

Also key word: Chekov tries to save her

Title: Strela Amura (Cupid’s Arrow) Inspiration: here (x) Tags: Fluff, kinda-kirk’s-sister-but-kinda-not, pre-romanov decline russia, TIME TRAVEL MOTHERFRICKERS, ridiculous bustle skirts are my aesthetic Words: 1500+ Masterpost: here (x) Prompt List: here (x) Mixtape Archive: here (x) Original Request: (x) - Could you do a thing where reader is Kirk’s younger sister (or other relative), that isn’t part of Starfleet, and gets taken by the big bad, and Chekov saves her? Then fluff?

Стрела Амура

Most senior students at the Starfleet Academy dreaded the ‘Little Sibling’ program; in which a senior, slowly struggling and watching their very soul leave their bodies were forced to pair up with some innocent, optimistic first year who had yet to see their life force choked from them due to obscene assignment due dates.

You were rather surprised to have found yourself partnered with a one James Tiberius Kirk, as he had introduced himself, a coffee in hand and dark circles under his eyes. You were a little intimidated, admittedly, but he was as supportive as you could have hoped for and Jim was genuinely wonderful. He would always remember your exam dates and check up on your actual dates and was always there to hold your hair back and cover for you if a party got too wild. Or there to ruffle your hair in pride as you passed that one maths class you always seemed to flunk exams for. He even kept in contact as he graduated, sending you updates as he traversed the expansive galaxy, promising that if you did well, you would score a place on the prestigious Enterprise crew.

He somehow convinced your parents that a certain trip-that-shall-not-be-named was actually a Scientific Field trip. You didn’t want to know exactly how he did it, but your mother was still singing the praises of ‘Darling James’ and considering adopting him.

But things went to hell part-way through your study. You left, much to your parents’ disappointment, hoping that you’d be better than the rest of your family, hoping you could be their chance to one-up your cousins that the grandparents always seemed to favour. But it was simply… you simply couldn’t deal with the reality of the Khan incident, it had hit far too close to home and you had lost far too many friends who had graduated. Space seemed far too cold, too brutal and too cruel to your tastes and while you still adored the endless possibilities, you weren’t sure what to do if you’d lost-

No matter. Perhaps what was most important that Jim had said it was the bravest thing you’d ever done, to know what was important and what was best for you. And he still updated you, sending over photographs on your PADD, every message ended with a little smiley.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY BABY SISTER’S ON THAT TEAM!?” Chekov was genuinely confused, no scratch that, the entire Bridge seemed confused at the Captain’s outburst.

There had been a temporal anomaly, the ship caught in it comprised of a small team of archaeologists and historians off to some far-flung planet in order to do some first-hand investigations for a company that Uhura had briefly mentioned before Kirk began to shit his pants.

“Captain, you do not biologically have a younger-“

“You know Spock, the Little Sibling program back at Starfleet?” The Captain clarified with a little embarrassment colouring his tone, “I was assigned to Y/L/N, she left after a couple of years, but we’re still in contact.”

“So I assume that means we’re going in?” Sulu hazarded, making worried eye-contact with Chekov. Chekov gulped a little, before turning back to face his station, his hands already finding the familiar grip on the controls, already awaiting the inevitable words,

“Fucking punch it.”

No one had warned you that 1880s St Petersburg was freezing in winter. Or perhaps, no one had warned you that it was perhaps to the best to piss off a Prince who (you assumed) thought you were flaming hot (from what your French could discern) only to find yourself in a dungeon in the bowels of the city, heavy with the scent of pungent sewers and stale sweat. On the upside, the gown was very pretty.

But that wasn’t much help at the moment. With your tired arms bound behind you with chafing rope, it was impossible to reach anything. You knew you still had a comm somewhere in the voluminous folds of midnight satin and a tri-corder smuggled in near your stockings. But with absolutely no waves, not even radio, there was no way the comms were going to work.

Oh and your legs were definitely out of the question, they’d bound those too after you tried escaping for a fourth time.

You could always flirt your way out of the situation? That was what Jim would do. Actually that was a lie, he would start a female insurrection on ideology against the Prince and manage to have half the women in the Aristocracy storming on the Duma and the Tsar demanding equality. Fascinating notion though. And definitely entertaining.

“Who the hell are you?” You suddenly found yourself being forced to move over as a young man was thrown into the freezing dungeon along with you. He certainly seemed from the far-flung past, with a perfectly knotted cravat and hair rakishly curly. He only seemed about your age, perhaps a year or two older, but about your age.

That was an idea. Flirt with the cute guy who just got chucked into your cell and hope he can get you out, because if you get invited to a Romanov Prince’s party, he’s definitely rich.

Only problem was the only Russian you knew was most likely just going to offend the poor guy.

“You speak English?” He tilted his head in confusion as he attempted to sit up, his hands bound behind him too. “You’re Keptin Kirk’s leetle sister?”

“You’re with Jim!?” You felt your heart fall out of your arse in complete and utter relief. He’d be able to find you, and the rest of the team. Hopefully.

“I’m Ensign Pavel Andreivich Chekov.” He introduced quickly, “Yes, well… there were some complications.” He admitted, a bashful grin gracing his face and his dimples casting charming shadows against the guttering candlelight of the cell. “I theenk we haff most of your team. Sulu and I were in the area after we got these…” He tried gesturing as best as he could to his stylish suit.

“How did you end up in here then?” Your flustered mind only now making the link between the cute boy (okay, he was cute, you were allowed to think that. He may be the last by you ever see. Maybe you’d have to spend the rest of eternity… together… in this piss-poor excuse for a cell) and his accent. “They’d be able to understand you…”

“Oh, well…” He made a bit of an ‘eek’ expression on his face, and you already dreaded what he was going to say next.

“Don’t tell me you challenged the Prince,” You said, flatly.

“Look, I may haff graduated Starfleet at sewenteen, but they don’t teach us fencing-“

“Isn’t there someone on your crew who does? Specialise in fencing, I mean?” You jolted at the memory of one of Jim’s early messages.

“We don’t talk about Sulu.” He muttered darkly, though his expression quickly passed into what could only be described as ‘overly-excited puppy’. “Put your heels on my shoulders,”

“Hm?”

“Zat way I can try to untie your ankles, zat leetle bit of rope is loose…” He continued on.

“Hm?” You repeated, your mind most definitely not turning to a certain golden retriever tying you to one of the grand beds three floors above…

“Here… shuffle over, no… no please put your heels on my shoulder.” You did as he instructed, nearly taking out his eye with your heeled boot. “Okay,”

“You sure this is a good idea?” You raised a brow as he placed the narrow strip of rope between his teeth, and began to tug a little. Slowly, but with relative ease, he managed to undo the loose knot and un-lopp the rope from your boots. “Wait, check up my skirt, my comm,” You added quickly.

“Yes, that might be a bit difficult,” He titled his curly head in the direction of his bound hands. Time was of the essence and the party raging upstairs sounded far too lethargic now, even through the dulling stone floors.

“It’s only above my knee. One of them, not sure,” You added with haste. “If you can activate the switch, you might be able to get a signal out before the Prince comes back in here to interrogate the pair of us,”

Biting hard on your lip, and hoping that the nearly-extinguished candle would hide your blushes, you watched as Chekov shuffled as best as he could, nestling between your ankles and your skirt that had ridden up a fair bit. Your heard drummed tight against your corseted bodice now, hearing distant footsteps. You guessed that Chekov decided it was all or nothing and attempted to reach the miniscule button of your comm with his nose.

For second there, you thought that it was all over, the door swinging open. There would be no hope of escape and that you would die with a (hot) stranger, centuries before you were ever born.

Your parents? What would they think? Would they care? Would they keep on reprimanding you? Saying that it would have been better if you’d stayed in Starfleet, for at least they’d have a body to bury.

What about what remained of your friends?

What about Jim?

“Chekov, what the hell do you think you’re doing to my sister!?” Chekov’s head immediately bobbed up from your upper thigh, immediately missing the warmth, his face surely as red as your own and his curls an endearing mess.

So that’s what Jim thought.

[attract-mode-collective]

CASE SHOTSHOT STAGE4, aka THUNDERBOX’s Summer Collection 2017

… But first: Toco Toco’s season finale (I wasn’t aware that there was one in the first place) is here, and the subject is the man responsible for perhaps my favorite video game of all time? And maybe yours as well? It’s Tetsuya Mizuguchi…

Alas, the focus is squarely on the most recent iteration of Rez (aka my fave game). Was hoping it would touch upon his earlier work, in particular, Sega Rally. Older games are oh so briefly mentioned, with the role of audio being the primary emphasis. And even though it’s not a music game… holy sh*t does Sega Rally have an AMAZING soundtrack.

BTW, I’ve got game music on my mind because… will explain later! Also, the gifs above are courtesy of Prosthetic Knowledge, cuz they make them far better than I ever could.

Anyhow, it’s been a while since the last game culture round-up, hasn’t it? So long in fact that… there’s a new THUNDERBOX lookbook to, well, take a look at. Which actually just came out, so this particular round-up ain’t that overdue…

Whereas the HuCard was the hottest fashion accessory of last spring, summer will see this rather nifty take on the Sega Saturn Lightning Brain design (also, RIP 1CC shirts)…

There’s also a really nifty shirt, a collab with INC NOXXX SCREAMING…

… plus a single Famicom cart holder/wallet…

Along with LEBLANC GIRL, either on a shirt…

… or as a pin…

Back to INC NOXXX SCREAMING, real name Yozi Shimoda, who’s been grabbing my attention more and more as of late. Was going to share his latest shirt in the next Instagram dump, but no point in waiting right?

Sticking with fashion for just a tiny bit more; it’s been over three years, but the King of Games has finally updated their YouTube channel, and they now have a trailer?

Which video game-centric footwear do you prefer? These sneakers, based upon Sonic’s (via miki800)…

… Or these sneakers, based upon the Super Nintendo, one that’s also running NBA Jam (via FreakerSNEAKS)…

As you may have heard, a new Super Famicom cart is going to be released later this year. Am talking about Kaizou Choujin Shubibinman Zero, originally released 20 years ago for the Satellaview.

Now, something that’s getting far less attention is how the same publisher, Columbus Circle, is also releasing a new Famicom game called Heiankyo Alien around that time as well (via tvgame)…

In other news, there’s a manga based upon Daigo Umehara, which you may or may not have heard about. Anyhow, UDON Entertainment has just revealed that it’s become translated and published in the West…

Here we have a nice little piece from José Salot, one that’s simply entitled: “Gamer Room”; I really want that poster that’s on the wall, of the Famicom karts…

And a somewhat similar scene, except it’s a girl playing games while in bed, and that girl also happens to be Sailor Moon (via sixteen-bit)…

Check out these photos of a strategy guide, for that Godzilla game that came on a Dreamcast VMU, which I want to say pre-dated the release of the console itself (could be wrong, but am pretty certain; via jimpluff)…

And on a related note, here are some pics from a shmup supplement that accompanied an issue of Famitsu, way back in 1990 (via videogamesdensetsu)…

On another related note; which bonkers shmup flyer do you prefer? This one for Darius (via shmups)…

… or this one for Space Bomber (via obscurevideogames)…

It’s Mario and Bowser, adorning a nuclear command bunker, taken by NPR originally, that suppermariobroth recently re-posted it (if you want to catch glimpses of some of the other oddball Mario artwork that exists alongside, then watch this video)…

And on that note, time once again to see some of the more interesting discoveries and observations that the Broth has made as of late. Including the actual note for the coin sound effect in the Mario games that Nintendo filed a trademark for only last year…

This question posed in a strategy guide back in 1987…

This “extremely rare official artwork of Mario holding up a Super Koopa” from a pog…

This image of a Thwomp on a moped from a Mario Party…

This curious depiction of Donkey Kong from an ad for the GBA port of DKC…

This photo of a goofy looking Mario with a Korean boy that looked just like me when I was his age…

This photo of a scarier looking Mario with Wil Wheaton and his younger brother; apparently it was from a tournament where the Star Trek TNG star had the highest score among all the celebrity guests…

And this fascinating bit of intel…

“In one particular piece of official art for Super Mario Odyssey, Mario’s hair is rendered in great detail. Zooming in to the part above his ear, we can see what appears to be a single gray hair. This seems to be deliberate, as analysis of the image reveals that this is not a transparency issue, but that the hair is indeed colored a lighter color than the rest. Due to the image being released in a lossless format by Nintendo, this also could not be a compression artifact.”

BTW, I completely forget where I got the following. I may have blocked it out of my memory to be honest…

Gizmodo recently ran an interesting piece about an astronomy student who strapped a Game Boy Camera to the end of a 179-year-old telescope to take pictures of the moon…

Meanwhile, The Verge recently ran a story on Shawn Wasabi, that musician with a MIDI controller that has 24 arcade buttons, whom Eric and later myself wrote about over two years ago.

Though it reminded me that I hadn’t checked his YouTube channel in a while and totally missed the following, posted on this past Valentine’s Day. So if you haven’t seen it before either…

Sticking with musicians for just a bit; here we have a guy who plays music with a Famicom on his head, playing a game with a Famicom that’s on a table…

Isn’t this Tron movie poster from Japan the raddest or what? (via gaijira)

You Mortal Kombatants get off my lawn (via horrorsoflife)…

meldowiseau asks: “from Mortal Kombat Advance’s credits; does that imply they spent a fraction of their budget on a new coffee machine?”

vice-s-assistant notes: “Oh shit’s its Robert From King of Fighters’ bank password“…

Let’s say hello to the cast of Primal Rage, shall we? (via thewaragainstgiygas)…

And let’s check out what Josh’s top 3 games are, shall we? (via xxx.hypnosis.party)

Is this image from a TED talk for real? (via smart-elec)

Whereas as I know for a fact that this isn’t some piece of Gex fan art, it’s an official image, from the cover of Gex 3 on the N64…

Please enjoy this rundown of assorted Pac-Man clone covers, courtesy of vgjunk, with perhaps my favorite one being…

It’s funny how the Game Boy was essentially the video game equivalent to the Walkman, which someone would clone and make it resemble a Game Boy (and which Nintendo would officially sanction, according to nintendroid)…

And speaking of music, by someone who goes by Motocross Saito…

Oh, so at the very top I mentioned that I had game music on my mind… game music by Treasure to be exact. And that’s because, earlier this evening, I was a guest on the Video Game Grooves podcast! Where I was asked to talk about the just released Gunstar Heroes record by Data Discs. Alas, I didn’t get a chance to touch upon the music of Guardian Heroes, but at least I have this super cool gif by kyn…

And finally, why yes someone has modded fidget spinners into Grand Theft Auto V, did you even need to ask?

Don’t forget: Attract Mode is now on Medium! There you can subscribe to keep up to date, as well as enjoy some “best of” content you might have missed the first time around, plus be spared of the technical issues that’s starting to overtake Tumblr.

[masterlistcrawford]

The Odd Pair 7

Warning: SMUT, sexual situations

After returning from the hospital Selene, resumed her routine at the house. Cleaning, organizing, making sure nothing was out of place. Although a lot of Shingen’s paperwork was scattered around the house with him trying to find it. Selene had it when he asked fifteen times about it. Taking the documents she started to make folders with the information, organizing them by color codes and date if that was possible. Once everything was organized, she went to Shingen’s office, left the folders on the desk then went to the kitchen to make some cookies.

Shingen bit his tongue once more to refrain from asking Selene if she had seen some of his papers. The last time Selene just gave him a murderous look.

“Ok, how did you managed to be this messy, unorganized and still run a company?” Selene gave him an amused look.

“I’m not messy or unorganized, I have my own system.” Shingen avoid looking at Selene’s eyes still looking for his papers.

“Yup around the whole house. Also you received three calls this morning from Yuki. He needs you to communicate as soon as possible…”

“Shit!” Shingen went back to the office to call Yuki.

“There you go.” Selene then went to grab all the papers around the house.

After that he found the folders with all the documents. Everything was organized even by date. Aside from that a list with all the information inside each folder, a list of calls made today organized by time and urgency. Shingen sit amazed at the organization of his desk. Smiling he decided to work as fast as possible in order to give his wife some reward for her help.

The sweet smell of baking soon filled the house. Shingen did the last call and went to the kitchen. There he found Selene with her iPod and earphones dancing while at the same time taking out the last batch of cookies. Turning off the oven, Selene kept moving at the sound of the song. She was wearing some black capri pants with one of his old shirts. Her hair was on a pony tail looking adorable. Her body dancing to the music was alluring to Shingen who lately was taking more cold showers than usual. Their relationship was progressing, still there was a topic they haven’t talk about: Sex. From time to time he will kiss her but when things get too hot, Shingen restrained himself from going further. His desire was growing each day, but his resolve not. Rejection had something to do with it, also he still does not know if Selene will feel comfortable with it. The nights are hard if he fails to fall asleep fast. Without the wall of pillows now there is nothing that will separate them. Several times they will woke up embracing each other. On another mornings, he will be spooning her. Taking a bit of caution Shingen went inside the kitchen to let Selene know he was there.

Selene felt a tap on her shoulder that paralyzed her immediately. Oh no, he saw her dancing? Pressing the pause button, Selene took the earphones out, her face felt hot, embarrassed she turned around. Shingen was grinning at her sight with his arms fold and leaning on the counter.

“It’s rare to find you dancing, I was not aware of it.”

“Well is just goofing around. I don’t dance or have talent for that. Btw, did you found the information you was looking for?” Selene managed to dodge the comment, redirect the conversation back to Shingen. He was fully aware of it. As far as he know Selene still was trusting in him. Baby steps, he kept remind him, baby steps with 1,000 hours of cold showers.

“Yes as a matter of fact everything was perfect, I managed to speed the work accumulated. I thought you were a car designer.”

“ On college and my first years I worked as an archivist and executive assistant for a construction company. The manager, was glad that was I organized. My OCD is terrible. I can’t stand seeing everything in a mess.”

Selene keep moving around the kitchen. Most of the equipment used was already cleaned, since she clean it in between the process of making the cookies.  The kitchen was almost done with three pounds of sugar cookies already prepared and one dozen cooling down.

“So what’s up?” Selene looked at him with innocence. Shingen refrained the impulse of taking her there.

“I wanted to thank you for organizing my papers. I managed to get a lot done today.” Shingen stopped her in order to give her a soft kiss on the lips.

“Good, I mean, I can do it from now on if you need help. I’m not very busy at the moment.” Selene leaned against Shingen. She used those moments to touch him. He felt so good, any excuse was good to touch him. Specially the mornings, having his body embracing hers. Closing her eyes briefly, Selene aspired Shingen’s aroma in.

“I will take you up for it then.” he put his arms around her. Caressing her back and hair he felt at peace. They stood there for a couple of minutes.

“I’m sorry Selene.” said Shingen suddenly.

“What for?” she asked breaking the embrace to look him in the eyes.

“I always wanted to apologize for the prank I did to you on high school. I was stupid, thinking it was just a minor thing.” Shingen decided not to wait anymore and get over with that topic. Their relationship was going along well so he decided to make a more close connection. Selene took his apology and squeeze gently her hands on his hips. “Apology accepted, I decided not to remember that part of my life anymore, so everything is in the past.” Selene smiled at him.

Shingen felt disappointment on her words. “Look I just want to clear this up, that’s all. I felt bad for doing it.”

“Then why you did it?” Shingen felt her defenses getting up again.

“Peer pressure, I was hanging out with a bad crowd at that time. Look I don’t want to fight just wanted to let you know that I’m sorry Princess.” he put his finger on her chin raising her face to meet his.

“I also feel it was my fault you left the town, I…” Selene pull his face down to kiss him deeply. She didn’t want to speak about the past. For her, Shingen was now in front of her, all she wanted to was kiss him.  He grabbed  her by the thighs sitting her on the counter. He took place in between her legs running his hands under the shirt, this time she wasn’t wearing a bra, which turned him on. Slowly he caress her sides pushing up until reaching her breasts. Her nipples were hard waiting for some attention. He took the shirt off. Selene gasps at the sudden change of temperature, grabbing Shingen’s hair to hold on to it.

“I wonder how you will taste with chocolate.” at that moment Shingen found a bottle of cream chocolate. Pouring a bit on her nipple he started liking and sucking it until it was completely clean. Selene meanwhile, felt her desire growing and her breathing getting agitated.  Every time Shingen lick or suck her nipple, a small moan escaped her lips. Taking the chocolate and Selene in his arms Shingen went to the bedroom with them. He laid her down softly kissing her, caressing her body with need. He stopped to take his clothes off, then Selene’s. Tracing a fine line of chocolate from her breast down to her core, he started licking his way down cleaning the line of chocolate. At some point he sees the scar from the surgery and kisses it.

Selene felt feverish, between gasping for air and moans, she buried her hands on Shingen’s hair. Closing her eyes, she waited with anticipation when he arrived down to her core. At first he started with soft kisses, around her navel, her thighs, then soft bites, at that point she started begin him to stop teasing.

“Shingen, please, stop,…te ahhh, st,uhh, me.”

He ignored her and kept working his route until the last drop of chocolate was gone. When he finished cleaning her up, he continued going down and loved her clit with his tongue. Small, long, soft, hard licks that will make Selene, pant and moan with need. He decided to  stop to take a look at her. He lay down next to her to see her face all flustered, her eyes shinning with desire. Smiling Selene, raised an eyebrow lowering her hand to his shaft , grabbing it firmly. He hold his breath feeling a void on his stomach.

“Princess?” was only a whisper.

“My turn.” Selene began to move her hands softly against his member making stay up and hard, her lips started tracing her way down with little bites, her tongue circling around his nipples. Shingen couldn’t hide his surprise when he started moaning at the way she touched him. A soft playful laugh was heard. Shingen bit his lower lip refraining from moaning out loud. In a soft motion from up to down she kept holding his shaft until her lips touch his base. Her tongue moved around it, while he dig his hands on the sheet of the bed holding his release. The sensation was a pure bliss, he started impulsing himself up. Throwing his head back, moaning now without care. Her touch was maddening, making him loose control. A sudden question came to his mind, who teach her this? His mind went blank when she took him on her mouth and started sucking, while rolling her tongue up and down. His hands grabbed her hair loving the rhythm she was taking with him. When he felt he was about to come, Selene stopped, letting him fall on the bed panting heavily. She went to the night table opening one of the shelves to retrieve a condom. Shingen saw how she opened it and put it on him.

“Uh? You are full of surprises Princess.”

“ Less talk and more action Takeda.” she mounted him and let herself get impale by him slowly. Both began to moan at the same time until she welcomed him completely inside of her. Shingen hug her, turning around to put her on the bed. With him on top, he took a moment to catch his breath and take a look at Selene.

“What?” asked Selene with a smile.

“ You look beautiful Princess.” he started moving slowly. Savoring the moment, kissing Selene until the rhythm started to increased. Selene match his rhythm with the same force that him. They keep kissing, moaning and moving until they both reach their climax. Collapsing on bed, Shingen rest a bit before moving, Selene caressed his hair with one arm while caressing his back. The caress sent chills down his body.

“You ok?” Selene stopped when she felt him trembling.

“Yes, is nothing.” the sensation was new to him. Usually he just finished having sex with his partner for the night not further contact. With Selene he just didn’t know how to break the contact. He felt she was fitting perfectly with him. Reluctantly, he moved and covered his eyes with his right arm. A deep sigh left him, he was still processing what happened right now.

Selene closed her eyes, letting her emotions calm themselves down. Her heart threaten to go out of chest. Taking a look at Shingen he had his arm on his eyes. Her mind started running chaotically. Did he liked it? Had he regret it? Feeling like running away, she turned around to go out of the bed when Shingen grab her and made her go back to bed. Her face was on his chest, his arms encircling her while his hands were caressing her hair and body.

“Shingen?”

“Shhh, can I hold you?”

“Yes, is something wrong?” Selene felt tense while battling the tenderness with which Shingen was caressing her.

“No, not at all I just want to hold you, for a while, we can talk later.”

“Okay.” Selene relaxed against him letting his caress warm her up.

They stayed in each others arms until they fell asleep. The nap lasted for at least one hour before Shingen opened his eyes. Selene was still asleep next to him, still in his arms. Totally relax she looked even younger and vulnerable. Her scar was looking soft almost faded. Shingen couldn’t help himself and smiled. His heart was beating fast

remembering the time they shared before. Everyday was different with her. So now, what will happen? What’s next? He hated this uncertainty, but he also have to admit he wants this to last more than one year. Now that he found she is compatible with him in bed, what to do? How to convince her to stay with him. Frowning, Shingen put his mind in blank when Selene started to wake up.

“Hey” her sleepy look was too adorable to let it pass.

Shingen kissed her and smile back. “Hey, how are you feeling?”

“I believe this nap after some exercise is good, specially when you do it as a team.” he couldn’t stop his smile at the way she was teasing him.

“Well what about, we get a shower and something to eat.?”

“Hmm, sounds good, pizza? I am not cooking unless I get a nice argument on why I should.” she wink at him, letting him now the next move was his.

“Pizza is OK, but I have a great argument regarding, why you are such a great cook.”

“Really? Let me hear it.”

Lowering his face to meet her lips Shingen started exposing his argument.

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Notes: I decided to spice up this story a bit. It’s the first time me writing a sex scene so I hope you like it. Thank you to those who are joining to read the story. Enjoy!

[awkwarddezzy]

Kitten (Dan x reader)

Pairing: Dan x reader

Genre: romance, fluff, smut in general

TW: swearing, dirty talk, light bondage, spanking, master/pet roleplay

Word count: 1,941 (I tried not to make it too long)

Happy Valentine’s Day lovelies! So sorry I took over a month to post my first imagine fic. I’ve been trying to ease my way into a comfortable routine in a new college semester after all the stress from last semester. I promise, I’ll get back to those requests I put off from doing for the last handful of months.

Btw how do you like the new formatting? I prefer it this way and to use GIF’s over my photo collages for your visual instead.

Also, I’ve been meaning to tell you guys the good news, but I keep forgetting. RL DAN AND I ARE BACK TOGETHER. We’ve been spending the last few weeks together and rebuilding our relationship after the goddamn disaster of emotions during winter break. We’re very happy now. We moved past his wrong choice and he’s doing so much to make up for it. Long story short, “she” lied about the whole lockdown thing and now she’s apparently dating one of RL Dan’s “friends” (I say it like that because RL Dan hasn’t forgiven this friend for something else that’s an entire different story). What a complicated world we live in. 😅

This imagine has been in my head for the last several days. I knew I wanted to post something for St. Cupid’s Day, and what better idea than to return with some smut? I still got my requests to take care of and this is my way to transition back into that kind of writing. Also, RL Dan and I have been getting a bit frisky too lately, so this is also a bit of a cultivation of my, ahem, raging kinky thoughts. Anyway, I hope ya’ll enjoy. I blame RL Dan for putting me back into this mindset lol.

Standing in the bathroom of your boyfriend’s flat, you take a calculating look on the mirror. You bite your lip anxiously. Dan has no clue you’re doing this for him. On the most loveliest day of the year, you decided to do more than hearts and flowers as your gift for him.

Breathe, (Y/N). You’re doing this for Dan. You want this. You know he wants this.

You giggle softly. This is Dan. You know he’s going to ravage you as soon as you walk out this door, into the lounge, and he lays your eyes on you. You can practically imagine him undressing you with his eyes. Those warm mocha-shaded orbs that’ll darken with lust during your “nights of passion.” 

“Babe?” you hear Dan call out from the other side of the door. “What’s taking you so long? I got (your favorite romantic movie) set up.” 

“C-coming.” Which you’ll probably be doing multiple times tonight.

You nod at the mirror. It’s Valentine’s Day. You’ve dated Dan for nearly a year. His friends and family adore you. Your friends and family approve of him. You two are hopelessly in love with each other. You two have slowly pushed through boundaries of your physical relationship. Tonight, you’re taking the initiative to push it just a little further. 

You unlock the door, swinging it open and heading back to the lounge. Dan is on his usual spot on the sofa, dressed in a casual pair of black pajama bottoms and his green camouflage jumper. He looks up when he hears your enter, and his audible gasp has you internally dancing in joy. 

“Fuck,” he mumbles. “(Y/N), what’s the meaning of this?” 

“Surprise,” you say softly. 

His eyes roam over the length of your body. Thanks to (B/F/N), she helped you put together your outfit for the evening. (F/C) lacy boyshorts. Black lacy camisole. No footwear, because as tempting as it was to complete your attire with a pair of red heels, you found something better to do the job. 

“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” 

You smirk. “Meow.” 

A pair of black cat ears with blue, purple, and black roses shipped from Hot Topic’s online store is perched on top of your head. All the R-rated fanfiction you’ve read over the years led you to click the purchase button while you did your internet shopping. Not only did the accessory match the clothes, but you knew the colors would trigger Dan’s inner dominant side. 

It’s there. All he needs is a little push. 

He groans. In a matter of seconds, he’s off the sofa and has his arms around your waist. He cups your face in his large hands, gazing down at you with a soft but carnal expression. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, babe.” 

He grins. “Oh, it’s a happy one indeed.” 

Leaning down, he presses his lips to yours. You snake your arms around his neck, burying your fingers in his hair. You push yourself closer to him until the lower half of your body touches his. You can feel his hardness through his pajamas. 

A soft groan escapes your lips. You can’t wait any longer. 

“Bedroom?” you mumble. 

He nods wordlessly. You grab his hand, and together you two walk to his room. There’s a palpable tension in the air. Nerves fill your lungs as you think about the rest of the night. Judging by the firm but reassuring grip Dan has on your hand, he’s most likely going to give in to his inner beast. You enjoy whenever that side of him slips during sex, though a part of you remains having doubts. 

Will you live up to his standards? 

Will you be able to comply if he converts into full-on dominance? 

“(Y/N),” Dan speaks once the two of you are in his room and he closes the door. “Are you sure you’re comfortable with this?” 

You nod. It’s one of the few things you’ve ever been one hundred percent ready for. 

“You can have me any way you want me,” you say. “I’m all yours tonight.” 

He looks at you coyly. “Really?” 

“Really.” 

A corner of his lips tilts upward. “Is my kitten ready for me?” 

You flush. Kitten… sounds fitting.

“Yes… master.” You reach into the lone back pocket of your boyshorts and pull out a (F/C) scarf. “Kitten has something for you.” 

He stares at the scarf thoughtfully. “What does kitten want me to do with it?” 

You step toward him, giving him the scarf. “Master wants kitten… to be tied.” 

“Do you now. Then hands behind your back.” 

You do as he says. You wait a few seconds as Dan loops the scarf around your wrists, then secures it with a double knot. You move your wrists slightly. It’s tight enough so it won’t fall off, yet still slightly loose so you can move your hands around. 

“On the bed.”

Once again, you obey his command, flopping down onto the mattress. 

“Kneel.” You move onto your knees so your ass faces him. 

“Mmmm…” You close your eyes as you feel his palm caress one of your ass cheeks. “So… delectable.” 

You giggle. His choice of words for your butt amuses you. 

That giggle instantly turns into a yelp when his palm slaps against your satin-covered buttocks. 

“What’s so funny, kitten?” 

You bite your lip. “N-nothing master.” 

“That’s what I thought.” His fingers slip through the boyshorts, sliding it down your legs. His breath hitches once your underwear hits the floor. Bingo. 

You’re startled when he flips you so your back is on the bedsheets. You gaze at him with hooded eyes. “What will you do now, master?” 

“What does kitten want?“  

Your body warms. Is he really asking me to say it? “You know what I want.” 

“Then say it.” 

“Y-your hands master.” 

“Mmmm-hmmm.” His fingers brush along your bare thighs. “And where does kitten want my hands.” 

“Everywhere.” 

“Fuck…” His hands move to the straps of your camisole, dragging it down your body and throwing it to the floor to join your discarded underwear. He blinks when he notices that you aren’t wearing a bra. 

It was (B/F/N)’s suggestion. She thought it would be “easy access” for Dan. 

His lips ghost over your collarbone and down your chest until it hovers over your breasts. You let out a breathy moan when his tongue licks over one of your mounds. You arch your back, silently begging him to do more with his mouth. For a brief second, you wish your hands aren’t tied; by now, you would’ve taken care of matters yourself. 

As if he can read your thoughts, his mouth fully engulfs your breasts while his thumb fiddles with your neglected one. Your thoughts temporarily shuts down, your mind only focused on the sensation of his lips. You whimper when his teeth lightly scrapes at your nipple. The slight pain is making you more of a mess. 

“Dan…” 

His mouth and hand ceases their movement. He lifts his head to look at you. 

“Who’s Dan?” he asks with narrowed eyes. “I don’t know of any Dan.” 

Shit, he’s really into this. “S-sorry master.” 

“Tsk, tsk.” He inches his body away from you. “I’m disappointed in you, kitten.” 

“It was a mistake, sir.” 

“It is… but a mistake has its consequences.” 

You gulp. What’s Dan going to do to you?

You brace yourself for the likelihood of another spanking, so you’re surprised when his hands trails down the length of your body and makes their way to your now moist pussy. You exhale harshly when two of his fingers suddenly thrust into you. Your reaction results in a grin slowly appearing on his face. 

“You like that kitten?” 

You nod, unable to elicit any words. His thumb joins in on the action, rubbing moderately-fast circles on your clit. You spread your legs wider. You buck your hips to meet his fingers – whatever punishment he has planned, at least you’ll receive an orgasm out of it. 

Except you don’t. 

You whine when Dan withdraws his fingers. He smirks at your annoyed expression, playfully raising an eyebrow. “What’s wrong, kitten?”

Damn you. I’m not letting you have the upper hand.

You resist your whine. “Nothing master.” 

“Really.” 

“Yes master.” 

You bite your lip. “Sir, why do you still have your clothes on?” 

“Hmmm… seems like kitten thinks she’s running the show.” 

You blush. “It was just a question, sir.” 

 He chuckles, patting your head. “Don’t worry, kitten. Do you want them off?” 

“Yes master. I’d like that very much.” you reply enthusiastically. 

“Anything for my kitten.” 

With your pussy still longing for a release, you watch as Dan removes his clothes. You sigh in content when he lifts his jumper and throws it off, exposing his toned bare chest. Your lick your lips when he pushes his pajamas and boxers down his legs. And this… this is all mine. 

Once Dan’s closed are all gone, he joins you back on the bed. He hovers over your body, peppering kisses on several areas of your skin until he reaches your face. Your lips meet, and you pour your sexual frustration into the kiss. You suck on his upper lip, even biting it a couple of times. He practically shoves his tongue through your mouth until it’s as if you can feel every inch of it. You absolutely love it. 

“Please master,” you beg when your mouths disconnect.  

“Please what?” 

“Please… fuck me.” 

He smiles. “As you wish, kitten.” 

You moan in relief when he finally enters you. Hips flushed against his, you’re even more relieved when he reaches behind you and unties the scarf, throwing it to the floor to join your discarded clothes. His mouth nips at the column of your neck. With your now free hands, you grip onto his shoulder blades. 

“Yes…” you hiss. “So good.” 

He forgoes his usual gradual pace, instead going for an immediate quick pace. Pounding into you relentlessly, your moans reaches a higher pitch that could rival any belting singer. You don’t care how loud you’re being. Phil’s not around and your neighbors should understand it’s Valentine’s Day. It’s not every day you get a dominant, oh-so-sexy boyfriend. 

“I love you,” you groan, not caring that you’re breaking character. He inches away from your neck to look at you. 

His own mask falters, brown eyes filled with adoration. “I love you too. Now come for me, (Y/N). Come on master’s cock.” 

You yell his name in ecstasy, your inner walls fluttering around him. Your arms hold him tighter against you. You swear you see fireworks over your eyelids, because all you can see is a spontaneous explosion of bright colors. Your body shakes, and as Dan reaches his peak too, you bite his neck to contain any more screams. As loud as you are, you don’t want his neighbors to think you’re being murdered. 

“Ah…” you breathe out when Dan pulls out of you. Your hair is tangled and your cat ears are haphazardly close to falling off. 

“We should’ve done that sooner,” he muses. 

“Ya think?” 

He laughs, moving so he lays on his back. “That wasn’t too much for you?”

"Nope.” You lay your head on his chest. “It was perfect.” 

“That’s all that matters, love.” 

The two of you lay in comfortable silence for several seconds before you angle your head up. 

“Again?” you ask. 

“Already?” he says in amusement. 

“It’s not even midnight. We got time.” 

He smiles at you mischievously. “Well then.” You squeal when he tackles you so your back returns to lying on the mattress. “There’s more where that came from, kitten.”

I actually do have those cat ears. There were a few different choice colors when I went to Hot Topic to purchase them. I ultimately chose the one I wrote in the fic since the colors suit me and purple & black are RL Dan’s favorite colors. The blue is a bonus. It’s so adorable and RL Dan gets all mushy whenever I wear them.

Idk why I didn’t write this sooner. I had so much fun working on this. 😍 To save this as my comeback for 2017… I’m glad I waited.