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#he's a shy bean it could honestly be anything
ddyskz · 5 months
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ITS MEEEEE ❤️ I'VE COME WITH POSSIBLE FIC IDEA 👀❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ But also hello lovely bean hope you're well 🥺❤️~ honestly this idea is based on a dream/experience I had 😂🫴
SOOOOOO hear me out daddy chan wanting to eat you out for the first time but you've been wanting him to do that too cuz lowkey sex drive is 📈📈📈📈❤️ for you🤭 but silly insecurities get in your head like what if he thinks your pussy looks weird or you won't taste good 🥺💔 but chan being the BIGGEST sweetheart that he is, reassures and comforts you 🫠🩷 you trust him with all your heart so you push aside your insecurities and in the end experienced the most mind blowing intimate thing ever 👀🫶 have fun~
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EXCUSE ME?!?!?! did you think id be fine writing this??? BC I SURE AS HELL WASNT😭😭😭😭😭❤️❤️ Warnings: 18+mdni, oral, hair pulling(m rec), tongue f*cking, daddy kink, reader is called babygirl angel and good girl, Chan humps the bed, Chan c*ms on reader's c*nt, mentions of insecurities
Wc: 1.7k ~~~~~
"Babygirl uncover those eyes." His voice comes out silky and playful.
The room is quiet, save for the anime playing low in the background and your own breathing. Chan's hand brushes against your wrist before wrapping around the delicate skin that harnessed your heartbeat.
You're usually not this shy with him, it was just that you'd been suddenly overcome with your own insecurity tonight.
He tugs playfully at your hands covering your eyes and your biceps flex to keep them in place.
You chuckle as you fight back against even the littlest strength he's applying.
"Babygirl, don't hide from me," he says in a soothing voice, his playfulness evening out.
"What's going on?" He lets go of your hands seeing as his efforts are useless.
Chan slides from over you to plop down on the mattress beside you.
"M'no" you muffle-pout, now tenting your knees together so as to lock your cunt shut.
"You don't wanna tell me what's wrong baby?" He shifts from over you, cuddling you into his chest.
"I won't do it baby if you're not comfortable, you know that right? Just say the word."
When you peek out from between your fingers, his eyes are wide, lips puffy in concern.
"I-it's not that...it's just..idk." You wiggle against him, feeling overwhelmed by your own insecurities that have bubbled up inside of you, nearly irritated.
"You know daddy's always going to make sure his babygirl is happy right?"
"Yes daddy." You say this wholeheartedly, as there's never been a time where he's made you feel less than.
You take a deep breath before continuing. "It's just," your head tilts down before you finally spit it out.
"What if you don't like it? Or I don't taste good? Or what if it looks weird?" You feel your cheeks flush of embarrassment.
He wordlessly reaches for your hand, rubbing the tender skin between your knuckles with his calloused thumb.
"Don't you ever think that way babygirl. Do you know how lucky I'd be to get a glimpse that close?" His face is utterly sincere, like he's trying to convince you that the sky is in fact blue.
"You're perfect and I want to make you feel good. It's as simple as that. I want you to feel comfortable with me, confident."
He moves his arm so that his shoulder is cradled around you, engulfing you in warmth.
"Is there anything you need me to do babygirl? That would make you feel better about it?"
Your face is stoic, your mind trying to process the words out of his mouth.
"Hm?" His finger taps your chin, begging you to look up at him.
"But-"
You cut yourself off knowing that there's no more you could possibly elaborate on. It's simply a feeling in your gut, a nervousness, an insecurity. You knew that it wouldn't be fixed in an instant, but with his eyes on you, his sincerity, his love for you, that was as good as it would get. Knowing that he's always made you feel that there's nothing to be worried about, quells the insecurity in your chest.
Watching Chan's eyes flicker with uncertainty makes you fidget. You grab his face, planting a kiss on his soft lips. The kiss is lingering, it's heavy, it's speaking what you seem to not be able to get out with words.
"Thank you," you whisper. He dips back in for another kiss, wrapping his lips over, under, and between yours- tasting you.
Your grasp on the back of his neck presses him gently down your body. He gets the message fast as he continues to slither down your legs once more, peeling your knees open.
He situates himself at your now steamy cunt that is desperate to put your insecurities aside and just be in the moment with him.
"Okay, baby?"
"Yes, ready." As he leans closer, your eyes are glued to his face, watching his tongue slip out and taste his own lips in anticipation.
Within another second his lips attach to your panties in an open-mouthed kiss as his breath fogs up the imaginary glass of your cunt. The warmness of his breath has your breathing picking up and your hand finding your breast.
"Babygirl, can I take these off?" he says as he detaches.
"Mhm, yes daddy."
His finger latches onto the hem of your panties covering your cunt and the anticipation makes your heart splutter, your cunt constrict around air.
"Such a good girl for me."
You lift your hips as he peels the cotton off of you gently, exposing you fully now. You swallow the insecurity that threatens to slide up your throat.
Chan rests before your cunt, admiring it fully. Your legs flex as your insecurities try to close your legs, but he holds them open.
"Don't be shy with me sweet girl, you're fucking beautiful." His voice is a hungry whisper now.
He traces the edges of your cunt, outlining your lips before stopping once he gets to your clit.
Chan leans forward, blowing a puff of air on your clit. Your eyes flutter shut as you grip the sheets from the gentle stimulation.
Your skin is freckled with chills now, your bottom lip disappearing into the top.
"You smell so good angel." He presses his thumb to your clit and your body jolts.
His snakes his hand under your thigh to grasp you better - he knows he'll have you squirming. "So sensitive babygirl." You can hear the slight smirk in his voice.
He attaches his mouth to your cunt, slowly turning his tongue over and over on your opening. Your moan falters into a gasp as the foreign feeling hits you. The wetness of his tongue, the soft licks and harsh presses from his tongue unlike anything you've felt before.
"So fucking soft," he whispers, "you taste so good babygirl." Without hesitation, he dives back in, his nose nudging your clit as his tongue laps at your leaking juices.
"Daddy, yes daddy," you moan, your hand finding his hair.
His tongue snakes around your cunt, licking and sucking your cunt before you feel suddenly filled with two fingers plunging into you.
A yelp emerges from between your lips as his long fingers thrust in and out of you.
Your back arches with the pleasure he's inflicting on you as he begins scissoring his fingers, stretching you out.
"Good girl baby, your little cunt is stretching so good." His voice is coated in need.
You're squirming around, just like he knew you would, your hips rolling, lifting off the bed. Chan reaches his hand up to meet yours that's been hovered over your lower belly, intertwining your fingers.
All you can hear are the slurping sounds of his tongue on your cunt, his fingers pulling out more and more juices from your tiring body. His fingers curl inside you, brushing your spot before he speeds up the curls of his fingers massaging your spot.
"F-fuck!" you scream out, listening to the shake in your own voice.
Your back arches deeper as your cunt is angled further into his messy face. He's devouring you now, not letting you catch your breath.
You can't follow his sequence; every movement of his tongue is a surprise exploring unchartered territory.
"D-daddy?"
"Princess?" he whispers as his fingers are still carving you out, his eyes lifting to your blissed out face.
"More please, feels so good."
He starts alternating his fingers with his tongue plunging in and out of you as his hand joins yours now rolling and pinching your nipples.
Your whole body feels like it might just shatter from pleasure, your nerves standing on end as your orgasm orbits.
You didn't think that his rhythm could pick up any more, but it's dizzying as he moves with such skill against you.
You hear a little growl from him as you watch his hips rock against the mattress below. You watch him, using all your strength to lift your neck up as you watch his pleasure get the best of him, making him rub his cock on the sheets below.
As his tongue dips inside you, his nose pressing harsh against your clit, you feel your walls contract around him as your orgasm hits. It's a deafening wave as your senses are overwhelmed.
His thumb continues to work on your clit as you come apart under his mouth. Your fingers grasp onto the roots of his hair as your hips lift your cunt into his mouth.
You can feel your mess coat his mouth as he rubs his face into your oncoming flood, tasting each drop. Your fingers knot into his hair, tugging harder now, making a moan rip from his chest into your cunt.
Your legs shake as the orgasm drags on, your body feeling like it might just float off the bed.
Your limbs fall hard onto the bed, heavy and tired.
"Such a mess babygirl," Chan says, pulling away to catch his breath. His mouth is dripping with your juices, a smirk stretching across his face.
"Daddy," you whisper, your head falling onto the mattress again.
Your gasp is unavoidable as his mouth attaches once more to you. His lips work over your cunt gently as his hips rock harder against the bed.
"Fuck babygirl, I know you're sensitive, aren't you?"
Despite your sensitivity, the overstimulation feels so good, you let him continue.
"Knew you would taste so fucking good," he says, breathing heavy as he chases his own high.
"Babygirl came all over my face, didn't you?" You can hear the desperation in his voice.
You hiccup moans out as your fingers encourage him deeper onto your cunt.
"Daddy 'so good, c-can't." Your body now writhing once more.
"Babygirl daddy wants to cum on your little cunt." You can tell he's close as his ears are steaming red, his cheeks flushed.
"Please daddy," is all you can say as your body is tipped over the edge again, his tongue lapping you up once more.
As your body calms from your high, you hear him moan.
"Gonna cum babygirl." He scrambles to his knees, leaning over you as his cock spurts out seed.
You reach down, pulling your lips apart for him to shoot his cum all over your cunt.
He presses down over you, planting a kiss to your lips as you taste yourself on his tongue.
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wondernus · 2 years
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- ̗̀ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 ˎˊ-
✏︎ pairing: teacher!vernon x teacher!yn (gn)
✏︎ synopsis: falling for the young and flirty high school history teacher is inevitable especially when he pays for your groceries and calls himself your work husband
✏︎ genre: fluff, romance, comedy
✏︎ warnings: food/drinks, innuendos, insecurities, language, mutual pining (you know that feeling you get when you really like somebody but you can't bring yourself to tell them so all you can do is enjoy the moment that you're spending with them? it's that), skinship, spirit week/rallies should be a warning itself imo, everything that happens in the last chapter
✏︎ wc: 8.8k
✏︎ a/n: the full vernon work husband fic is finally here ahh!! this one is dedicated to those with secret crushes and those who are too shy to confess. I hope this au can give you a bit of comfort, joy, and happiness. please let me know if I missed any warnings! + comments and reviews are always appreciated. I finished editing this A LOT faster than I imagined so pls enjoy my bbs <3
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“I need you to go on a double date with me.”
Your friend’s question appears out of nowhere and catches you off-guard. Some of the latte you drink dribbles out of your mouth, runs down your chin, and splatters on your slacks. Your friend quickly leans over the table and takes your cup out of your hand, handing you some napkins. You wipe your chin and dab away at your slacks, groaning at the thought of returning to class and standing in front of your science class with prominently stained pants – cinnamon oat milk flavored if it honestly matters.
“Absolutely not,” you put the soaked napkins on the table and grab a wet wipe from Jeonghan’s stretched hand. He learned to always be prepared when it comes to you – it’s not very often he doesn’t see you with some weird stain on your clothes; after all, you are an Environmental Science teacher. 
“Come on, Yn,” he whines while you rub furiously at the stain with the wipe. “I didn’t even tell you when or where the date is going to take place. How could you reject me so quickly?”
“Jeonghan, I really don’t have time right now,” you sigh and drop the wipe next to the wet napkins. He stares at you with pleading eyes, his hands in prayer. “You know how busy I get whenever Spring Break is almost here. We have midterms this week, there’s the spirit rally, and not to mention my errands…” you trail.
“But what if the person I’m meeting is sketchy?” he sulks.
“Then they should be the one afraid because you’re the sketchiest person I know,” you exclaim. “Where did you even meet them in the first place?”
“Tinder,” he takes a sip of his Iced Americano and places the glass cup back down on the beige café table.
“You know what…” you let the thought marinate in your head for a brief moment. “You’re right. They actually might be sketchier than you are.”
He quickly nods his head in agreement. To him, this is a more than good enough reason for you to go on the double date with him.
“But I’m not going on a double date with you. People already get the wrong idea about us.”
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In the middle of the same café, Seungkwan thanks the barista at the cash register and walks over to the side of the counter to wait for his coffee. While stuffing his wallet into his back pocket, Seungkwan’s eyes gloss over the several artisanal coffee bean bags and teas on display along the white café walls before his eyes wander to the several people sitting in the café. His head gently bops to the music playing in the background while he people watches. There are a few college students hunched over their laptops and a couple of people near the windows having lunch. Sitting in the corner of the room is a familiar face he’s seen on social media and sometimes in passing when he drops by Vernon’s classroom for lunch.
You seem to be bantering with the guy sitting across from you, but Seungkwan can’t hear anything from where he’s standing. From the looks of it, his friend’s earlier apprehensions about your lunch plans seem to be confirmed. His cellphone vibrates in his hand, and he flips it open to look at the text from the same friend who stayed up worrying last night:
[text from: nonie]
nonie: wyd? i'm bored rn bc yn isn't here
kwan: apparently looking at yn on a date
nonie: should I be concerned?
kwan: yeah you should be bc he's pretty handsome
kwan: should be you tho
nonie: see? I told you it was a date bc they styled their hair differently
kwan: but don’t people normally dress differently for dates?
nonie: but yn always dresses nicely bc they spend too much time deciding what they're going to wear for the day. like they even take into consideration the weather changes throughout the day.
nonie: so nice hair = extra effort
kwan: I’m begging you to go get a life
nonie: bro call me
kwan: i'm picking up my coffee now. byeee
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“You see my wallet?” Jeonghan opens his black wallet in front of him like a picture book for you to see. He tips it forward and opens it slightly so you can see the bills stacked neatly against each other. “I will literally pay you to go on this double date with me. If anything, maybe the friend will be hot and Vernon will get jealous and actually ask you out.”
You roll your eyes at him and motion for him to put his wallet away. You can’t believe he came prepared with his monetary bribe. “But Vernon doesn’t seem like the type to get jealous.”
Your phone pings and three consecutive messages wake your screen:
[text from: work husband]
work husband: I miss you. my lunch sucks today :P
work husband: I’m eating in my classroom today bc I’m avoiding Carl
work husband: fucking Carl
Jeonghan’s eyebrow arches while you try your best to avoid replying to Vernon. Not the type to get jealous my ass, Jeonghan thinks while reluctantly putting his wallet away. Telling you to do your hair differently was his idea. So, if his plan worked, Vernon probably sent you messages because he thinks you’re on a date with somebody. 
“How about you ask out Vernon yourself?” Jeonghan takes his provided fork to prod at his forgotten slice of cake in the middle of the table. He knocks off the strawberry at the top of the cake and plunges his metal fork into the tip of the cake. The fluffy spongey matcha cake that sandwiches diced strawberries and fresh crème fraiche? A perfect mouthful. 
His question doesn't mean anything in particular. Jeonghan usually asks you whatever he thinks, but you’re glad you aren't drinking anything this time. If you did, your latte was absolutely going to end up anywhere but in your mouth. So while Jeonghan enjoys his dessert, you’re faced with another problem:
“How? I don’t even know if he flirts with me because it’s a part of his work husband act or if it’s because he actually likes me.”
“You bring him lunches every day and he pays for your groceries. I’ve tasted your cooking before,” he says in between bites. “There’s no way that man isn’t in love with you.” He places his fork down and reaches over, taking a sip of his Iced Americano to cancel a bit of the cake’s sweetness. He nods in delight. Going to this café for afternoon tea was honestly such a good idea. 
“You know I only bring lunches for him because I always end up cooking extra,” you grumble while thinking about whether or not you should answer his texts.
Your phone pings again. Jeonghan props his elbow on the table and lazily rests his cheek against his knuckle. He notices you itching to pick up your phone and sighs to himself. He’s now halfway through his cake while your apple pie sits in front of you, idle and long forgotten. He thinks that maybe if he feeds you some of his cake you would forgive him for eating your slice.
“I’m literally your best friend. Shouldn’t I be the one you’re cooking for?” he huffs.
Your phone is in your hand. You’ve managed to go a few minutes without replying back to Vernon. Jeonghan is secretly proud of you.
He waves his fork in front of your lip to offer you a bite of the cake. When you notice, you open your mouth to accept his offer.
Fuck yes, he thinks after he sees you close your mouth and chew. He immediately reaches over to swap his half-eaten plate for yours.
[text from: work husband]
work husband: oh I signed us up for crowd control for this Friday’s spirit rally because I know you don’t want to participate in the spirit rally games.
work bb: oh thank god. I completely forgot signups were today.
work bb: if I knew I was going to have to attend spirit rallies again I would’ve never become a high school teacher
work husband: but you wouldn’t have met me :c
Jeonghan leaves his seat to walk to your side while you quickly reply back to Vernon. He tries to look over your shoulder while you shrug him off, turning your body toward the window. Jeonghan is positive that there is no way Vernon isn’t in love with you.
“Anyway,” Jeonghan gives up and returns back to his seat. “I already told my date you agreed to the double date. See you this Saturday.”
“What?” you look up at your best friend and he shrugs while picking up the half-eaten slices of cake and pie.
“Our lunch break is almost over. I’m going to go get these wrapped so you can take them with you to work. Can you throw away our trash? I’ll come back for the drinks.”
[text from: work husband]
work husband: I think some students are filming tiktoks outside my room. I’m going to go scare them.
You tell Jeonghan to order you another cake while he’s getting yours boxed at the counter.
chapter two: gymnasium; spirit rally
It honestly did not make sense at all that Friday’s Spirit Week theme would be called “Tie-Dye Friday,” when Tuesday or Thursday are arguably days that better suit the theme. Nevertheless, you’re standing with Vernon at the side of the school gymnasium wearing the sweatshirt he lent you during the few minutes before your second period class started. Your little interaction certainly caught the attention of some students, and it has been the subject of a majority of their conversations. Because when you have two young and hot teachers at your school who seem to be really close friends, word spreads, and ships sail.
The two of you were hired at the same time two years ago, both fresh out of college with a teaching certificate in hand. It is a pretty distinguished school district, a district that receives awards every year for its rigorous pedagogy. In all honesty, you and Vernon landed your jobs by an extreme stroke of luck. This school district? Hiring not one but two new teachers with little to no teaching experience? There were a few positions open because some teachers were retiring. The teacher who was hired before you had to leave the job for personal reasons, and the teacher hired after that one never showed up for training. It kept going on. You were their last option. Putting pride aside, you were just happy someone decided to hire you. But maybe it was the same stroke of luck that brought the two of you together.
You met Vernon during the summer orientation and quickly became friends, realizing that the two of you had to stick together to try to make it through your first year of teaching. Your classrooms are close together, and he would stop by for a quick chat during breaks, coming over to tease you or disrupt your class. You don’t know what he is doing half the time, but he’s a good teacher. His class is relatively easy as long as you do the studying, and the tests are hard enough that you can’t bullshit your way through and expect an A – they’re in essay question formats after all. Despite his easygoing personality and calm demeanor, rumor says that he’s the strictest person when it comes to testing season. (Mafia boss the students call it.) 
But here you are, standing next to your crush wearing one of his most cherished sweatshirts while a bunch of high schoolers sit on the bleachers and on the wooden floors. A student walks up to the two of you and asks if they could use the restroom. Vernon nods, and the student leaves. Vernon tells you that when a student directly asks you if they could leave the assembly, he would answer for you. He knows you’re the shyer one between the two of you.   
When you have a crush, a big and stinky larger than the sunflowers growing in the garden in front of your classroom type of crush, you cherish any moment spent with them because you never know when the next moment will come. 
“Don’t you have to go get your driver’s license changed?” Jeonghan asked you one night while the two of you were eating dinner at your apartment.
You scrunched your eyebrows together deep in thought, “I don’t think it’s expiring soon.”
“Your address doesn’t match the one on your license though,” Jeonghan pointed at your wallet on counter above the sink.
You got up from the couch and walked over to grab your wallet. You were pretty sure you had at least two years until your license expired, but it didn’t hurt to check. You opened your wallet and looked through the transparent slot in which you put your wallet.
“But my address is correct,” you walked back to the living room and pulled out your license for your best friend to see.
The crowd cheers as students are called from each year to participate in the next activity. It’s cacophonous, but you don’t mind. You join their rambunctiousness – laughing and cheering with those around you.
Vernon leans in and gently nudges your left arm, “You look nice.” He compliments loudly enough so only you can hear.
You grin and raise your left arm in front of you to admire the mix of blue, white, and grey. The fabric smells fresh and feels soft against your skin. It was probably treated with the fabric softener he bought the last time the two of you ran errands together. “I’ll return this to you after I wash it,” you promise him.
“Keep it,” his hands automatically reach to adjust the hood on your sweater so it lays nice and even against your back. “It looks good on you,” he murmurs when he stands in front of you while adjusting and pulling the strings in front of your neck so they’re even.
More cheers erupt from the crowd in front of you, but you are too busy trying to keep yourself from blushing to even care about what is happening in front of you. A few students could’ve exited the building without asking, and you still wouldn’t care.
“No, it’s definitely wrong,” he took the license from your hand and tapped his finger on the printed country.
You leaned in to look at the error on your card.
“It should say Simp Nation right here,” he snickers.
You snatched your license from his hand, “I’m kicking you out of my apartment.”
Over the course of the next few minutes, they make the teachers participate in an obstacle course, show a video about Spring Break safety, and have the school band perform. Vernon somehow procured two seats so the two of you could sit instead of stand the whole time. In the middle of talking to your co-worker about grading midterms, you hear the entire student body shouting for the both of you.
You look up to see some participants making their way to the center of the gymnasium for some game they were nominated to participate in. The two of you shake your heads and politely deny their request. They groan in response, but it can’t be helped. Everybody knew that the two of you rarely participated in assemblies, especially when it came to doing anything remotely physical. Although the two of you are the high school’s youngest staff members, the two of you are also some of the most unmotivated and uncompetitive people to ever exist. Everybody already knew that the two of you were going to reject their request, but it never hurt to try. The most the two of you have done during a spirit rally was walk across the gymnasium while holding a banner the students made. There was also that other time the two of you volunteered to participate in the spicy noodle challenge because the two of you were starving, but that was honestly about it.
When the assembly ends the two of you direct the students out of the gymnasium and stay behind to pick up forgotten belongings to bring to the lost and found.
“Let me take those for you,” he takes the sweaters out of your arms for you. “Do you have any lunch plans today?”
“Yeah I do,” you reply. You look at his face to see if he is at all disappointed. His expression remains blank and he purses his lips.
“It’s your loss,” he makes his way to the gym doors while you walk over to stack the chairs the two of you sat in. “My Rubiks Cube club is having a crazy pizza party,” he calls on his way out.
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If you count a bunch of students lounging around a history classroom with a bunch of Star Wars and other pop culture memorabilia trying to solve their different types of collectible cubes a party, then this one is a banger. A rager even.
Mr. Chwe sits at his desk, right leg anxiously bouncing up and down while he holds his second slice of pizza in his hand. He thought that he managed to play it cool when you told him you had plans, but in reality, the thought of you having lunch plans for the second time this week is making him mentally scream on top of his imaginary mountain into the empty abyss below.
In the background, Dokyeom screams when he solves another side of his Megaminx and proudly holds it up for his club members to see.
[text from: nonie]
nonie: seungkwannn
nonie: help me
kwan: see, you wouldn’t be freaking out if you just asked yn on a date
kwan: you’re constantly flirting with them. I don’t see how you never accidentally asked them out
nonie: I have a bunch of times but they never take me seriously
nonie: yn told me they have plans for lunch
nonie: do you think they’re on a date again?
kwan: oh speaking of dates I have a double date this Saturday
nonie: wait keep talking about that so I stop thinking about yn
kwan: when do you not think about yn?
nonie: never
nonie: they’re actually wearing my sweatshirt today. can you believe it?
kwan: my best friend is a SIMP!
kwan: a shy one who won’t properly confess his feelings! but still!! a simp!!!
kwan: one of my friends from work needed someone to tag along because they’re meeting someone they met on Tinder. I only agreed because they said they would cover one of my overtime shifts for me
nonie: oh that’s scary. the tinder part. not the overtime part.
kwan: right?
nonie: but the idea of yn going on a date that’s not with me is scarier.  
kwan: no wonder you’re a history teacher
nonie: because the humanities is for hot people?
kwan: because you’re a loser
kwan: like I bet you’re actually enjoying the pizza party with your lame rubiks club rn
nonie: oh my god I’m a loser
kwan: a hot one tho!
kwan: wait yn’s classroom is literally under yours. can’t you just go downstairs and check if they’re there?
kwan: did you not do that before you started overthinking?
kwan: Vernon?
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You adjust your sunhat to shield your face from the brazen afternoon sun. You’re in your gardening overalls, Vernon’s sweatshirt folded neatly and tucked away in your classroom for the time being. It’s finally Spring and you’re tending to the nursery pots in the small garden located outside of your classroom. Around you, your agriculture club works and chats amongst themselves.
Intrusive thoughts are distracting you from what would usually be a lovely day in your garden. Maybe you should’ve told Vernon that you were going to be in the garden with your club today. Vernon probably isn’t overthinking it like how you are, right? But still, was saying you had plans a little too much? Does it sound like you had something important to tend to?
You sigh and stand to stretch your knees. Behind you, your little garden is beautiful, lush, and thriving. The flowers are in bloom and provide shade for the vegetables in the dirt. Everything seems to be thriving and buzzing with life. It makes you happy to see how far the little seedlings have grown.
A student arrives with refreshments that they picked up for everybody. You tell your club to take a break under the shade. It would be a shame if one of them has heatstroke. You take off your gloves and shove them in your side pockets. Your phone pings in the front pocket of your overalls while you make your way into your cool classroom.
[text from: work husband]
work husband: hi love. you took the bus to work today, right?
work husband: let’s pick up some groceries after work and I’ll drop you off at your place
work bb: even when I smell like dirt?
work husband: you’re an envisci teacher. I’d be concerned if you didn’t smell like dirt
work bb: you don’t have anything to do tonight right?
work husband: did you just assume I have no plans on a Friday night
work bb: omg sorry it’s because we always hang after work on Fridays
work husband: no you’re actually right. I have no plans.
work bb: then I’ll cook dinner for us
work husband: I know I’m already work-married to you, but I’m going to marry you one day
work husband: lol
work bb: haha silly
“Teacher Yn,” a couple students approach you while you set your phone face down on your desk.
“Hmm?” you up at them while taking off your sunhat.
“Can we send you a list of ideas we came up for our club education trip? We know we have to fulfill the requirement before the end of the semester, but we wanted to get it out of the way.”
You nod at them, “Sounds fine by me.” You pull up a website on your desktop and show it to your students, “Did you guys include the city garden? It’s pretty close by and it’s pretty this time of year.”
“Did you choose that place so Mr. Chwe can tag along? I heard he likes running there.”
You look at your students in disbelief. How did they even find out things like that?
Just then, someone knocks loudly on your open door. All eyes turn to see Vernon standing at the opening with his gaggle of students behind him, Rubiks Cubes, pizza boxes, and packs of sodas in their hands.
“I brought nerds and pizza.”
One of your students leans in and whispers to you, “Looks like your boyfriend is here.”
You don’t know if you should be happy or if you should consider this to be one of the most horribly timed entrances of all time. You decide you’re going to be happy – it’s Vernon after all.
chapter three: grocery store; dinner
People are definitely staring at the two of you while you grocery shop together. It’s not because the two of you are wearing your tie-dye outfits from earlier today, but because of the fact that Vernon is handsome. At least that’s what you believe. It’s enough to make the other shoppers stare for at least a brief second before they return to their usual routes.
You think your shoes covered in dirt are a direct juxtaposition to his pristine white sneakers. There’s a part of you that will always be insecure whenever you’re in public with your crush, but your hand in his reassures you otherwise.
“Do you think people don’t approach you at grocery stores because I’m next to you?” you ask him while the two of you are hunched over the leafy green section. A handwritten sign states the organic kale is finally on sale.
“Why would you think that?” Vernon curiously asks you. His tone is a bit upset, but he still peruses through a few bundles of kale before choosing the one he like most. He drops it in the plastic bag you opened for him.
“I don’t know,” you shrug while placing the bagged kale into the shopping cart. “You’re handsome and people stare, but nobody is making a move.”
“I don’t care about other people,” he muses. He reaches for the baby carrots on the top shelf and passes the bag to you. “You know I only have eyes for you.”
You push the shopping cart to the fruit section and he follows closely behind you, happy his comment made your ears turn red. He knows you’re embarrassed and is purposely moving onto the fruit section when the two of you still have a few more greens to buy.
But it’s true, he only has eyes on you. Only you don’t seem to realize that he does. He constantly tells you his feelings, but you never seem to take him seriously. He clings onto you and holds your hand in public because he also sees people looking at you. Was it wrong of him to be jealous? Was it wrong to want to hold your hand at all times? Maybe it’s his fault you never do, yet he can only wish for you to take him seriously.
“Hey babe,” Vernon calls to you from the mountain of potatoes in front of him. He sees your figure shoot up like a meerkat standing among pyramids of fruit, looking side-to-side to try to locate the familiar voice. “Right here,” he calls to you again, this time holding a bag of potatoes above his head. He laughs when he sees you cover your face in mortification while you cart your way over to him. You’re cute, he thinks. His little meerkat.
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The two of you pose while he takes a picture of the two of you in the black and white monitoring screen above the self-checkout machine. He scans his loyalty card and begins to scan the items in the cart.
“Hey Vern,” you pass him a box of pasta for him to scan.
“Yes, baby?” he winks while taking the box from you.
“Why do you call yourself my work husband even when we’re off work?” you ask him while passing him a bag of bagels.
“You’re right. If we’re off work then that just means I’m your husband,” he takes the bag from your hand and scans it. “Because the adjective describes the fact that we’re at work, but we’re not at work. So just call me husband.”
“Smartass,” you grumble to yourself. He’s constantly embarrassing you, but you somehow like it.
“What is that?” he pokes at the touchscreen. He clearly heard you grumble to yourself.
Checkout. Beep. No Bags. Beep. Credit/Debit. Beep.
“Are you filing for a divorce just because we’re not at work?” he purposely makes his voice louder than usual and brings his phone to the screen to pay for the groceries. “Do I mean nothing to you?” his tone clearly implies he’s poking fun at you, but it’s enough to let the workers around you two eavesdrop.
“Vernon, oh my god,” you quickly shuffle to his left to put the items in the reusable tote bags in the cart behind the two of you. “People are staring.” You pull your hood over your head and he gently pulls it back down, quickly running his fingers through your hair to minimize the mess.
The workers point and giggle at you two before going back to work, telling those in line to move to an open self-checkout machine.
“Just like how I stare at you at work?” he takes the receipt and consecutive coupons from the mouth of the machine and folds it before putting it in his back pocket. He moves the shopping cart behind the two of you and separates the cold items from the fresh and boxed items.
“Babe, I’m going to file for divorce,” you grab the bag of baby carrots and wave it in front of his face. “And I’m taking the children with me.”
“Aww you called me babe.”
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You wish you could be as open as Vernon when it comes to flirting, but at the same time, the jokes and the act that the two of you put on around each other often times sound and feel a little too real. Your feelings for him are real, but you struggle to understand whether or not he’s joking with you. You know you could just ask him, but there’s a ninety percent chance he would joke with you and a ten percent chance he would tell you the truth. However, because of how the two of you normalized flirting with each other, you know you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between his truth and his jokes. You’re afraid of telling him the truth, but you’re also afraid of letting go of this false reality the two of you created.
Where is the thin line between flirting romantically and flirting jokingly? How do you find it? How do you cross to the romantic side?
The two of you are currently in you apartment. His shoes are placed in the usually open spot next to yours on the shoe rack, and his car keys are in the ceramic tray next to yours. You are prepping the ingredients for dinner while he sorts the groceries he bought into their rightful places in your tiny kitchen.
“You know my student, Chan, right? The one who I swear is out to get me?” your co-worker asks you nonchalantly while reaching above your head to open your white kitchen cabinet. “Right when I was about to play a video for the class, Chan raises his hand and has the audacity to ask me if I’m ever going to teach them.”
“How did you respond?” you lean over the kitchen counter to shut the microwave door and start the timer. You’re used to his daily post-class lunchtime rants, but he somehow forgot to tell you until he saw the picture of the two at orientation stuck on your refrigerator with a magnetic turtle.
Vernon sighs while looking through the cabinet contents, “I called him lame and told him to watch the damn Crash Course video.”
He gently places his palm on top of your head to shield your head from getting hit when he swings the cabinet door close, a colander in his other hand. He places the colander in the sink behind the two of you and turns back to you. He is interested in what is in the microwave and mimics your position, bending over to stare through the translucent screen. It’s hard to make out what is spinning slowly through the glass so he leans in, accidentally brushing his shoulder against yours for a brief moment. It is brief, but it is enough to make you question what you have done in your past life to deserve this moment.
“Wait,” you turn your head to look at your co-worker beside you, curiously asking, “students actually get annoyed when we show videos in class?”
“I don’t know,” he stands upright and scratches his head, his expression clearly showing that he was dumbfounded that a student would be against watching videos. He leans against the back counter and crosses his arms. He frowns. “I mean, am I ever going to tell them that watching videos stimulates different modes of cognitive learning? Of course not,” he answers his own question. “I’m the cool teacher.”
Spoken like a mantra.
“I’m just defrosting the garlic bread so I can pop it into the oven so you can snack while I cook.” You notice he is looking around your kitchen. You think it’s because he doesn’t have space to exit with the tote bags on the floor and the lack of mobile space in your kitchen. “Did you want to exit? Let me move out of the way so you can go chill or grade in the living room.”
It’s exactly the opposite of what you think.
Vernon loves your place despite how much you hate its small size. To him, your tiny apartment feels like home. You’ve told him several times how much you want to move out. You hate how you don’t have a desk to do your work on. You hate how your bed is literally pushed in the corner of your bedroom against the wall and window. You even hate how there’s no closet in your bedroom so you have to use the hallway closet as your closet.
He wishes you know just how much he loves it when he can hear the soft hum of the in-unit washer and dryer in the background while he lounges on your plush sofa. Because of the size of your apartment, the smell of your baking sometimes lingers for hours. Because of the lack of space, you’re forced to display many of your things for your guests to see instead of tucking them away in some storage bin or cabinet. There are postcards your friends sent from around the world, pictures on the fridge, awards hung on walls, and small trinkets placed all around your apartment. The sticky notes the two of you exchanged during orientation are pinned to your corkboard. Not to mention, the sectional sofa with the chaise you bought with your first paycheck proudly lines your living room. It’s one of the most comfortable things he’s fallen asleep on. Although the apartment may seem suffocating at times, this apartment is you personified.
Of course, it wasn’t like he never offered you to move into his place multiple times in the past. You slapped his arm in response every time he suggested.
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Earlier, the two of you decided to power through grading midterm papers for your respective classes so the two of you could freely enjoy Spring Break without any worries. It is now nearing midnight when you blindly reach into the popcorn bowl on the side table beside you only to feel nothing. You are out of movie snacks. Your legs are stretched out on your chaise and Vernon’s head is still in your lap, pointed toward the second movie the two of you are watching that night. You decide to not get up to make more popcorn just in case he is sleeping.
Next to the empty popcorn bowl, your cellphone pings and Vernon stirs.
Damn you, cellphone.
There is another notification sound, and Vernon pushes himself off your lap to sit up. You look over at your phone. It’s fucking Yoon Jeonghan.
[text from: devil’s incarnate]
devil’s incarnate: don’t fowget about ouw double date t-tomowwow (//▽//)
devil’s incarnate: the reservation is at noon at the bistro opposite of the café we went for lunch
headache personified: WHY MUST YOU RUIN EVERYTHING FOR ME
Vernon somehow manages to quietly squeeze himself behind you while you lift yourself to text  Jeonghan. When you put your phone down he tugs your body closer to his, his legs stretched out and sandwiching yours. He points to the blanket at the foot of the chaise and he lets go of his arms around you so you can lean forward to grab the blanket.
You open the blanket so it covers both of you and his arms sneak around your stomach, pulling you into his chest. He puts his chin on your shoulder to see the screen in front of you. He emanates warmth like a human-sized hand warmer, like the warm summer sun on your skin the first day you met him.
About halfway into the movie your body naturally turned to lay against his. You’re not watching the movie anymore because he knows you’re tired. It’s not the first time the two of you have cuddled this closely before, but he only hopes you mistake his uncontrollable fast heartbeat as his reaction to the movie.
You’re fiddling with the strings on his clean hoodie and he takes your hand in his and puts it on his chest.
“The plot is really good,” he hopes you can feel his chest vibrate.
You do. You’re on cloud nine.
“You can stay over if you’re not comfortable driving back at this hour,” you suggest to him. Your hand goes back to playing with the aglet on his hoodie string.
“Mmm,” the thought of leaving makes him groan. “I’ll stay until the movie ends.”
In the closet toward the entrance, your dryer hums. The air smells like rose petals and warm vanilla. In his heart he knows the two of you are way past the simple “work spouse” phase. He hugs you tighter and wishes the movie never ends.
[text from: devil’s incarnate]
devil’s incarnate: btw I’m picking you up so you have no way of escaping (o¬‿¬o )
devil’s incarnate: see you soon baby <33 -xoxo
chapter four: bistro; double date
The loud knocking on your front door causes you to jolt awake and fling the blanket covering you onto the living room floor. You can recognize that impatient knock anywhere. However, what you’re afraid of is not the knocking sound, but the person currently knocking.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,” you repeat while you sit up and look around the living room. You realize it’s Saturday morning. The television is turned off, and you can still see the stacked pile of midterms pushed to the side of your coffee table. Is Vernon still in your apartment?
Your phone is ringing on the side table next to you. You look over your pillow from your bedroom. I don’t remember bringing one from my bedroom. You see the Caller ID. It’s Jeonghan trying to reach you from outside your door.
Then you see it, a light blue sticky note stuck in the empty popcorn bowl next to your phone. It’s his handwriting, tiny and scrawled. He says he took your laundry out of the dryer and took out the trash on his way out. He’s sorry he couldn’t lock the door. There’s a tiny heart next to his initials. He doesn’t tell you when he left.
The note is in your hand when Jeonghan barges into your apartment and shuts the door behind him. He stands in the doorway and stares at you, his hands on his waist. He’s annoyed.
Your apartment is silent. Even leaky faucet decides to rest for a while. You swear you can hear your best friend’s heavy breathing.
“I’m sorry,” you squeak while you stand up to face him, hiding the note behind your back.
“I. Sent. You. So. Many. Texts,” he roughly kicks off his shoes and storms into your living room.
You scream when you realize he is making his way over to you. When he reaches your sofa, the two of you circle around your coffee table.
“I’ve been outside your door knocking like a man trying to win back his ex. Do you know how embarrassing that was for me?” He wants to strangle you at this point, but he can’t because he needs you to go on the double date with him. “And I couldn’t even park in your second parking spot because guess who I saw get into his car in your second parking spot in the morning?”
Does that mean Vernon slept over last night? And Jeonghan now knows about it?
He lunges. You scream again.
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Seungkwan sits on Vernon’s barstool and faces the door, ready to read his friend to filth the moment he walks into the door. His legs are crossed and he’s counting the number of cardboard boxes stacked near Vernon’s front door. It’s Saturday morning and Vernon isn’t in his own apartment. He’s a loser who can’t even properly confess his feelings to his crush – where the hell was he last night?
Seungkwan has a double-date to attend in about an hour. For him, lecturing Vernon would take at least 15 minutes and asking for opinions for his outfits would take around 5 minutes. Driving would take at least 10 minutes if it was all green lights. However, if there is a stop light or two-
Vernon calmly unlocks his door and opens the door to see his friend sitting at his counter. It’s totally normal to have Seungkwan invite himself into his apartment – he gave him a spare key for a reason. However, when Vernon is halfway through the doorframe, he realizes he’s wearing his extra set of clothes he sometimes leaves at your place. He is also holding his work bag from yesterday. Seungkwan seems to have already noticed as his legs uncross and his eyes widen at the sight of his friend. Vernon slowly backs out and closes his front door ready to leave and never come back. Start a new life maybe.
“Get your ass back here,” he hears Seungkwan’s menacingly sweet voice from the other side of the door.
He audibly sighs. He has no choice but to open the door.
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You’re folding your laundry in the backseat of Jeonghan’s car while he drives the two of you to the double date. You can tell he’s still angry – his sleeves are rolled up. He already undid his collar to let off some steam and pent up anger when you told him you didn’t want to go on the date. You can see the gorilla grip he has on his steering wheel. His arm veins protrude prominently, and you swear you can see them throb. Jeonghan glares at you through his rearview mirror every chance he can get, so you sulk in his backseat and quietly fold your clothes. You probably also lost your aux privileges. For the next week or month maybe.
He purposely makes a hard break at a stop sign when nobody is around, and some of your folded clothes launch themselves to his car floor. You look at your t-shirt crumple to the floor and bite your lower lip. You nod to yourself. You deserve this. You were on a winning streak last night so karma (Jeonghan) has to show up to make sure everything is set at equilibrium. There must be balance to this world.
“Did you shower last night?” Jeonghan softly asks you when he notices you’re a lot quieter than usual. He turns on his right blinker, ready to make a right.
“Of course I did,” you pouted when you realized your favorite pair of socks rolled under the front seat. “I smelled like dirt.”
“So you showered while a man was over?” he snickers. There’s a glimmer in his eye. “Naughty.”
“He was grading in my living room,” you protest while looking out the window. Your clothes are folded and placed back in the laundry basket.
You can tell Jeonghan’s anger is subsiding. He rolls his shoulder backwards and stretches his neck left and right. The gorilla grip is gone. You know he cares for you. That you are certain of.
The two of you are still relatively early when Jeonghan parks. He rolls down his windows and turns of the engine and then his car. He drops his car keys in his cupholder and turns back to look at you. He smiles.
“Spill.”
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Seungkwan is holding onto the car handle above his seat for dear life.
“So I woke up with Yn in my arms, but their phone was going off like crazy because someone was spam texting them. I reach over to switch their phone to silent because I’m a good husband who cares about Yn getting a good sleep, but I see the same person texting them and calling them. Bro this person was using all the pet names that I use. So, already, in my mind I was like ‘oh my god am I a home wrecker?’ And then I looked at their phone again even though I shouldn’t have been looking through their notifications, but it was just right there and I saw that he said he was going to come over soon because they have a date. So I tidied up a bit and packed my bags and zoomed out of there. Because what if they’re really dating? What if he’s the same guy you saw at the café? Dude my mind was racing so much. But Yn looked so peaceful and serene. I was going to melt then and there and then reality hit me: I may have just been a homewrecker. But it all doesn’t make sense because their lock screen photo is the photo I took of us at the grocery story yesterday. Wouldn’t it make more sense if your lock screen photo was your boyfriend instead? So I was freaking out and I’m still freaking out. My non-existent love life is in shambles bro.”
“Is this car ride over?” Seungkwan’s eyes are closed and his knuckles are turning white. “Am I alive? Is the car in one piece?”
Vernon unbuckles his seatbelt and then Seungkwan’s, “Yeah dude. I parked a few minutes ago. Were you listening to me rant at all?”
“I’m going to step out and take a breather,” Seungkwan nods to himself. It was his fault for making Vernon drive. He knows how fast Vernon can drive, but he didn’t take into consideration that he would be sitting in the passenger seat. Was it worth it in the end to arrive early to a date he wasn’t even going to enjoy?
He opens the car door and stretches his legs. “Do you see that café across the street?” he points at the café he visited earlier this week. “Please stay in there and clear your head. Drink some tea. Coffee will make you even more jittery.”
Seungkwan exits the car and shuts the door. Before he starts walking towards the front entrance, he turns around and points at Vernon who looks like he is on the brink of a mental breakdown, “But stay in there in case I need an escape plan.”
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Vernon recognizes this café as the same café printed on the tiny cake roll box you left on his desk earlier this week. The sticky note you attached to the underside of the box is tucked away in his wallet as are some of the other ones you wrote for him in the past. He keeps them all and occasionally switches them depending on his mood.  
Did you miss me? the note reads. I’m sorry you had to eat lunch alone. This roll reminded me of you because it’s round like your hair when it’s flat. HA! Did you think I was going to write “sweet?” -yn ;-)
He’s been staring at the chalkboard menu for the past few minutes, his eyes squinted and his head deep in thought. The baristas think he’s having a hard time looking at the menu up above and offer him a physical menu in larger print. It takes a few tries to get his attention, but he bashfully takes the menu from them and moves to the side so the incoming customers can order their drinks and other menu items.
He regrets not asking you out sooner. He’s sulking and mentally beating himself up in a café in which his crush had a date a few days ago. How lame is that? While you’re out enjoying your date and probably having the time of your life, he’s regretting all of the chances he didn’t take in the past. But the angel on his shoulder reassures him – he was still by your side despite not taking the chances in the past. It comforts him a bit. Maybe is all just a big misunderstanding. Maybe you don’t have a boyfriend. Vernon promises himself while walking up to the counter to order his drink: if the universe sends him a sign anytime soon, he is going to take it. No questions asked.
[text from: kwan]
kwan: sos
nonie: do you think I should go for a fruit tea today?
kwan: I s2g if you don’t get your ass over here
nonie: how bad can your date be?
nonie: did the food come out already?
kwan: my coworker is meeting yn’s bf
kwan: MY COWORKER IS MEETING YN’S BF FOR OUR DOUBLE DATE
kwan: YN’S BOYFRIEND IS A CHEATER
nonie: YOU FR?
nonie: WHO TF WOULD HAVE THE AUDACITY TO DO THAT TO YN?
kwan: YOU’RE A TEACHER. COME TEACH HIM A LESSON.  
nonie: I’M COMING
kwan: not the face tho. it’s a money maker
nonie: WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON?
Vernon practically sprints out of the café. Thank you universe!
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[text from: devil’s incarnate]
devil’s incarnate: did u grab my wallet?
devil’s incarnate: save me. my date came and I was totally catfished (╬`益´)
devil’s incarnate: and your date is sending me death glares for some reason O.o
headache personified: when we go home we’re signing you up for bumble
headache personified: I’m almost at the front entrance. you want me to act like you’re my bf?
devil’s incarnate: oh we haven’t used that tactic in a long time
headache personified: wait is that you three under the umbrella at the porch?
headache personified: is my date vernon’s seungkwan?  
devil’s incarnate: bro how should I know how vernon’s seungkwan looks like
devil’s incarnate: ahh fuck it I’ll just be mean and call my date out for catfishing me.
devil’s incarnate: can you record for me <3 -xoxo
You’re already outside the front entrance when you think about ways to try to avoid Seungkwan while you're inside the bistro. You think if you walk along the bistro’s perimeter instead of heading inside the bistro, you can get a better video angle of Jeonghan without having to show your face to Seungkwan. However, someone gently grabs onto your arm and tugs on it.
You turn around and you're surprised to see Vernon looking back at you. He looks frazzled and out of breath. You wonder if he really goes jogging in the city garden like what your students said.
“Hear me out. I have to tell you something,” he pleads.
Your heart is screaming Omg it’s Vernon! Vernon! but you’re worried Jeonghan might get mad at you if you don’t record him while he’s lecturing the catfish. You can probably email the bistro for a video recording tomorrow. If Jeonghan draws enough attention, you can probably have one of the bistro patrons text you a recording of the interaction.
“I had so many chances to tell you how I really feel, but I keep beating myself up for not telling you my feelings. I really like you. I really do,” he takes both of your hands in his hand. “And I don’t want you to go in and end up with someone who is on a date with another person.”
Fuck Jeonghan’s video. Vernon is actually confessing to you. Yet at the same time, something about his confession doesn’t really make sense. How did he find out about your double date?
“What do you mean you catfished me because you thought I was a catfish? Have you seen me?” you can hear Jeonghan’s shrill voice screeching from where you’re standing. You imagine he’s standing up and gesturing at his own face. “Why would I need to catfish as someone else?” You swear you can also hear Seungkwan laughing.
Vernon also seems to recognize Seungkwan’s laughter. His mouth hangs slightly agape and he looks at you and back at the patio in horror.
In that moment, everything made sense. Seungkwan probably texted Vernon that Jeonghan showed up to the date while believing you were dating Jeonghan. It’s honestly not the first time the confusion happened. You smile and pull him in a hug.
“The person I like thinks my best friend is cheating on me when in reality I was forced to go on a double date. So if anything, you just stopped me from going on a date with Seungkwan before I even went on a date with you,” you laugh into his chest. “Did you really run to try stop me from seeing my best friend cheat on me?”
He hugs you back and you can hear his heart beat slow down. He’s relieved.
“Baby,” he hums into your hair.
“Hmm?” you look up at him.
“Do you still want to call me your work husband at work even if I become your boyfriend?”
You groan in embarrassment while he laughs at you. He separates from you and starts walking backwards with his hand stretched out.
“Let’s go on a date. I heard the café across the street has really good cake rolls.”
He’s waiting for you to come hold his hand.  
You can still hear Jeonghan yelling in the background. You think Seungkwan is also yelling with him. Considering the fact that they haven’t been kicked out already, the two of you know they’ll be fine without the two of you.
“The ones that look like your hair when it’s flat?” you catch up to him and interlock your hand with his.
“Exactly.”
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Can you write something where the reader is 6 months pregnant at the Ketucky Derby. Jack is very protective. And Jack also wants to show your baby bump to the crowd. Your shy, but you'll do it for Jack. Can also add Drake being protective also.
Kentucky derby • Jack harlow
SUMMARY: jack and reader announce pregnancy at Kentucky derby
GENRE: fluff
PAIRING: jack Harlow x wife reader
WARNING. pregnant reader,
Jack harlow masterlist
AUTHOR NOTE: this is a cute concept. I love it. Thank you for requesting. I honestly don't know how to put drake in this to be protective so I'm just going to do it another way.
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You were six months along in your pregnancy. No one but your close friends and family knew. None of Jack's fans knew About your pregnancy. You enjoyed the privacy you had gotten the past few months, the world not knowing made it easier on you to get through it without stress Now that you had only a few months left you were ok with showing the world that you were expecting a little bean.
Jack was very much a fan of showing you off to the world. Multiple times he wanted to post you and your bump cause he was obsessed and wanted to show you off, but he knew that's not what you wanted right now. But now that you were ready to announce it he was excited. He couldn't wait to show you off.
"you ok baby?" Jack asked as he walked up to where you were sitting. "Yeah I'm fine." You smiled at him making him smile back.
"you need me to get you anything? Some water, some food?"
You smiled at his thoughtfulness. He was always like this with you ever since day one of finding out you were expecting. "No I'm fine baby. Thank you."
Jack left you alone and walked away, but as he chatted with others he couldn't help but keep an eye on you. He loved how beautiful you were sitting there talking to Neelam and Maggie. It seemed like he had somehow fell more in love with you when you got pregnant. Seeing you carrying his child and watching them grow every day made him feel so warm inside. He just couldn't wait to see you as a mom.
A few minutes went by before someone made an announcement that they were all going outside. Jack moved across the room to where you were. His hand went to your back instantly making you smile.
"you doing good?" He whispered in your ear as you made your way outside. "Yeah, I'm doing great." Jack Kissed your cheek and you both continued walking till you got to the balcony that overlooked the crowd. Jack didn't hesitate to bring you to the front where everyone could see you.
You grew shy at all the cheering and eyes on you. This wasn't anything new if you were being honest, but it was still weird.
Jack wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on your shoulder. His hand went down and touched your swollen belly (it was something that he always did). Jack couldn't help smile, this is what he's been dying to do. Show you off to the world.
"you look beautiful mamas." Jack kissed your cheek again making your face heat up. "I know." You laughed nervously and tried to move from his grip, but jack wasn't having it.
"hey, stay. I wanna show you off."
You mumbled an ok and stayed in Jack arms. Jack made conversation with the crowd and showed you off as much as he could. While there drake and Jack couldn't help but bicker about the the gender of the baby.
"she's having a boy. I know, I can tell." Drake said with a ton of confidence. You laughed as jack rolled his eyes. "It's definitely a girl. I don't know what you're talking about."
"nah man. Y/n, what do you think?"
You looked at drake and then Jack. You sighed and shook your head. "I think it's a boy."
Jack grunted at you taking drakes side. "If it's a girl I want an apology from you both." Jack wrapped his arms back around you as you all laughed.
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The night soon ended and you and Jack made your way back to your hotel room.
"you had a good time today?" Jack asked you from the bathroom where he was taking of his suit. "Yeah, it was great." You took a seat on the edge of the bed and kicked off your shoes.
"it was nice to go out and not have to hide you know?" Jack mumbled an 'uh huh'. You stood up and started pulling your dress off of you. Jack came up behind you and helped you pull the dress off until it pooled on the ground. You stepped out and walked over to your suitcase where you pulled out one of Jack's oversized shirt. You pulled it on and walked over to the bed. You crawled under the cover and sighed. Jack soon joined you, he mocked your sigh making you laugh.
"now, I'm hungry."
Jack couldn't help but laugh. "Wanna order something?" You nodded. "Yes. A burger will do."
"ok I'm going to order a burger just for you baby."
You smiled. "Thank you!"
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cherry-pop-elf · 2 months
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Chubby George Weasley 🧡 Headcanons
Because Fuck You, I Wanna!
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The weight didn’t exactly start, until the shop had been open for a while. They were put into a position of a very stable income, and didn’t have to worry about food anymore. Along with breaking some habits, such as eating less so Ron and Gin could eat more
Was more so actually healthy weight, compared to being bean pole thin all the time. Still was over all slender, as they did a bunch of Manuel labor and hands on work, just didn’t look like they’ll pass out if you don’t keep their blood sugar high enough
After the war? Yeah, he had to fight depression somehow. Baking was what soothed him, and he was also needing to keep the shop steady for a while. Until Ron came to help, of course
You still couldn’t tell he gained some extra pounds, given his attire slime him greatly, but he’s got that soft chub. That sweet dad belly pillow that every kid gets in their childhood, that makes it the perfect spot for naps
It more so went into his stomach, thigh area. Due to beating a beater, he had a lot of muscle to work with. As we know, muscle is still excess. So when it’s relaxed, it’s all soft and squishy. So he has a rather evened out chubbibess, which is why it’s hard to notice when he’s in his work attire
He is so cuddly, and makes for the best napping partner. Always smelling sweet from the shop, with that good bear hug squeeze. Given there is still muscle under the squish after all
He’s rather self conscious of going soft, but this man deserves to not stress about it. He’s healthy, he survived a war, he built an empire, grew up poor where food was always scare to begin with, lost his ear which made him partially deaf, and lost his twin. He’s allowed to finally have some stress off his shoulders
The children definitely love that he’s not stuck thin anymore. They can just run up, to their favorite shop owner, and get the best hugs EVER. Big squishy hugs, and the comfort of his warm personality
Because he went back deeper into baking, from the stress of the second war, you know he’s somehow mastered being a master at baking. You know you can count on him for the best desserts and sweets you could ever dream of
He is shy about his belly, but the kids certainly help him with it. It’s a dad bod. He deserves it. Stretch marks and all. The kids love hugging him, and it’s nice to no longer have to be so stressed on his appearance. The community utterly adores him, and will protect him as much as he protects them
Anyone who says anything honestly might get attacked by his employees before he even says a word. He makes sure his employees are provided for. Dental even! Bet your ass he’s the community dad, of Diagon alley
Freckled. Belly. Need I say more? Freckles, scars, tattoos, and a sweet little happy trail
The best hugs, the best sweets, the warmest soul. What more could anyone want?
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Please tag me in any Chubby Georgie Art/Fanfics/Whatever pls!
((Yes this kinda stemmed from the fact it’s very hard to lose weight because of my health issues and I’m projecting, but also chubby Georgie hugs))
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thenamesmiz · 3 months
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Since @neon-gothicc wanted me to post it—
Here have my SK8 The Infinity self insert :D Most of these drawings are kinda old so excuse any weird anatomy or anything 💀
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Me trying to copy the art style of the character PNGs and even making my own board reference to match the ones on the wiki. I even went out of my way to add effects to the board to make it look a bit grainy like how a file looks sometimes when you download it off of the internet >:)
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This one I think was the most fun—
I wanted to try copying the Chibi style that’s used for commercial breaks in the anime bc it’s just so skrunkly and I think I did alright :]
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Plus a bonus tiny lil doodle I just now drew of me and my boy :] I hate to say it but Reki is def the type to ask to try your glasses on or ask you how many fingers he's holding up when you have them off 😔
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A few fun facts include !! :
Miz hates her job and hates when Reki comes in to order anything because the other girls that work with her always automatically think or ask if he's her boyfriend.
Miz has a gigantic sweet tooth and always has some kind of candy on her at all times and if not, she's chewing bubble gum.
Lowkey besties with Miya once she meets him bc they love messing with Joe together. Yk that scene where Miya pretends to be Joe's kid to get two girls to leave him so they can go eat? Yeah she def helped him with that.
Lore and self-shippy nonsense below the cut vvv
Ok so SK8!Miz is a barista at a coffee shop/bakery (that I made up) called the 'Busy Bean Café' that's down the street from Dope Sketch. She moved to Japan for school reasons and met Reki due to them sharing a class. (This is around a year before Langa enters the picture)
On her first day in her new highschool, Miz was on the roof during lunch since that's the only place she could find that didn't have many people. Reki eventually found her. Turns out she was sitting in his usual spot. She tried to get up to leave but he told her that she could stay so she did. After a few minutes Reki decided to stir up some friendly banter so he began asking her questions. Due to Miz being extremely shy around new people she only responded by nodding or shaking her head. At some point Reki made a joke to which Miz laughed and responded "What???" Reki then gasped and grabbed his chest dramatically "She SPEAKS!!" He joked to which Miz laughed again. They continued talking until the bell rang.
They became pretty good friends to the point where they'd hang out outside of school. Miz would constantly watch Reki skateboarding whenever he asked her to hang out with him at the skate park and one day she got curious and asked to try it.
Now that I think about it the story of how Reki got Miz into skateboarding is honestly just a rehashing of how he got Langa into it just with a few things changed 💀💀 She tried to on his board but he saw that she needed different requirements yadda yadda he ends up making her board for her bc they're friends and he wants to show off how cool he is yadda yadda when she eventually gets into it more and gets good enough he invites her to S yadda yadda she races at S to get extra money on the side LMAO. I think it's kinda funny tho bc then I could just say that Reki didn't realize he had a type. Canadians with daddy issues who are both socially awkward and need him to be the sunshine in their lives and also the designated "orderer" at restaurants 💀.
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demontonic · 6 months
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Hi! If you’re still taking requests, may I ask for Kylo Ren asking female reader out on a date? He’s very shy and nervous and not sure she’ll say yes, but she does! He’s a murderous bean but we love him
i love my men murderous🫶🏼making this a modern college au because i cannot imagine Kylo Ren having a lil crushy crush on one of his generals
Kylo Ren - Would you?
You’d been aquatinted with Kylo for months now, you honestly would have never talked to him by yourself because his entire aura was intimidating. Both of you were friends of a friend whom you had told you found the brooding man insanely attractive and well, she took that as an invitation to take matters into her own hands. You couldn’t have expected anything else honestly she was just confident in friend making skills and after meeting him so were you. Though it seemed like a cheesy college rom com at this point you didn’t mind, especially with the way he looked at you. His eyes alone held so much of his emotion, for the most part he remained monotone and unbothered but eyes dont lie. Sometimes his fleeting glances made your heart flutter, and sometimes it made your entire body tense. Those brown eyes could be void of emotion, or full of enchantment gleaming with admiration. That’s all it was, he admired you for your beauty, charisma, even the way you viewed life itself, he was completely enamored of you. So today while you sat in the library studying for your semester finals, you were aware of every stolen glance. His every movement down to the way his fingers picked at the table, you knew he was ridden with anxiety.
“If you keep fidgeting like that I’m scared you’ll start vibrating in your seat.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to distract you.”
“If anything you’re keeping me company, especially since you stopped taking notes ten minutes ago.”
“Right, I guess my mind is somewhere else today.”
“Sharing is caring, what’s got you so bothered?”
What bothered him? What didnt bother him would be a shorter list, he was a walking ball of anxiety despite his cold demeanor. Not in the way that had him scared to talk to people, but in the sense he had no idea what he was soing with his life. He felt like his purpose was so unclear, like he was meant for something huge but also nothing at the same time. His mother was kind, brave, and hard working wheras his father was brute, carefree, and aggravating. Such combination in one household had caused him to lose sight of what he wanted because he wanted them to be proud of him. It was difficult taking into account the vast differences between them, it’s not like they were any less in love but it made his aspirations muddy. When he met you however it was like he had certain purposs, suddenly he stopped waiting for the praise to leave the mouth of his parents and started looking to you. Why he hadn’t quite understood until a week ago, you sat infront of the window while it was raining. The library was closing in an hour so the lights had dimmed, you were reading a book for your class and drinking some sort of tea. There was the answer, he could see himself spending nights with you just soaking in each others presence, enjoying the silence and peace between you two. It’d been there the entire time, you had barely spent time apart since you started talking, you just melded together so effortlessly. His heart was set but he didn’t know how to convey such intense feelings, he couldn’t possibly expect you to reciprocate his feelings but he could hope. Would you laugh? Would you push him away? Would you leave him?
“Would you stay… with me?”
“What?”
“Would-… if I told you something, despite what it is would you stay?”
“Of course Kylo, you can trust me.”
Hearts pounded in their cages, eyes locking with one another as time seemed to slow as the words formed on his tongue. Breathing slowed as your skin ran cold, the anticipation was suffocating as you waited for his confession.
“I love you.”
Relief washed over the both of you as his secret had been revealed and your feelings towards him were validated.
“I love you too.”
A smile, shared by the both of you, basking in the purity of the moment.
“Does that mean you’ll go on a date with me?”
“I’d say we’ve been on study dates for months, of course I will.”
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
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may-be-rae · 9 months
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Hello Miss Butterfly-Bean :3 could you do M6 with an MC whose parents disapprove of them?
Well hello there friend!
I did not forget about you, and I do realize that I have been extremely MIA. 🥲 My job is a nightmare, y’all.
I apologize but I’m back! And I’m more than happy and appreciative to see your request! Thank you!
So, after reading it, I saw that it could be read a couple ways. The way I answered is from the perspective of how M6 would react to MC’s parents disapproving of MC.
Hope I got that right… but if not let me know and I’ll happily do another! And this time it won’t take me like 10 years to finish, I promise 🫠✌️🦋
The Arcana Headcanons : M6 with MC whose parents disapprove of them.
Asra
Asra understands that he’s not typical himself. He’s different and stands out, but also stands by that and is unwilling to change. They’ve dealt with disapproval for most of their life and has learned the best ways to overcome the challenge.
However, Asra feels for you. Just because he’s figured it out doesn’t mean you have. A stranger’s criticism is one thing, but criticism from people you love hurts. Even if you say it doesn’t bother you, they hate seeing you stuck in this situation.
Honestly, he feels rather useless at times. He curses that this isn’t something that can be fixed with magic. But his love and support for you is eternal. Even though he knows he can’t replace your parents’ love, he swears he can love you double to make up for it.
He’ll support you in whatever it is you are doing, as long as it isn’t harmful or unwise. He’ll take time to compliment and encourage you and offer advice to support your endeavors.
If a fight ever breaks out between you and your parents, he’ll tread carefully. He doesn’t want to press into other’s business. But he will be there to catch you in the aftermath. Kisses, cuddles, you name it. He’ll give you anything and everything to remind you that you are absolutely loved and appreciated in his world.
Nadia
Nadia didn’t realize how loving and supportive her family is until she encountered your situation. If there is no apparent reason for your parents’ disapproval, then she is assuredly appalled by their behavior.
Nadia is protective over you and will not be shy at voicing her own disproval about them. If your parents ever make a harsh comment publicly, our Countess has the sharp tongue and quick wit to clean up that situation swiftly and tastefully.
Of course, it will only be a matter of time before Nadia’s family catches wind of this. And once they learn of your situation, you are now officially adopted into the family. No questions, no arguing.
The Satrinava family is so diverse and talented, and they all appreciate learning about the differences that make creation unique. They’ll be very eager to learn more about you, and they’ll also be game to be involved in your interests as well.
If anything, at the end of the day, this situation will strengthen Nadia’s bond with her own family and foster a desire in her to create her own. One day, she’ll take you aside and ask to discuss more seriously about creating a family with you that is just as meaningful, beautiful, and wonderful as you are.
Julian
Julian sticks out like a sore thumb - the getup, the hair, the HEIGHT. While he’s grown comfortable with himself and wouldn’t change, insecurities still affect him. He is very much aware when someone judges who he is and it doesn’t feel good.
He is deeply hurt for you in this situation. Many of the people who disapprove of him are not people he’s particularly close to. His family loves him, and his family means everything to him. He can’t imagine the pain you must feel to have your own flesh and blood disapprove of you.
However, Julian also realizes that family isn’t always flesh and blood. And there are plenty of people who love you like their own. He’ll encourage you to surround yourself with those people, people who build you up.
He himself will also take time to remind you of your positive traits and beauties. He’s a genuine soul, so he’ll try to not just throw compliments at you for show. The compliments will come at random whenever something about you strikes him, which is often, hah.
If your family were to ever say something about you that crosses a line in his mind, he will definitely stand up for you. Depending on the conversation, he could get rather hot headed about the topic. He’ll apologize for interfering afterwards, but he refuses to let you hurt any longer, even if that means he has to be the bad guy.
Portia
Portia has to admit…. She’s never been in a situation like yours. Her parents passed when she was young, and she was raised by people outside blood relations (besides Ilya). She doesn’t understand the pain behind people who’ve helped create you, the people who brought you into this world, suddenly seem to stop loving you.
She tries to assure you that they do in fact love you. She tried to explain that your parents are simply misplacing their concern…. But when she sees firsthand the struggle you go through, she finds herself at a loss for words. She just wants to hug you and help take away the hurt.
Portia will defend you. If you get emotional, her emotions will also rise. She knows she’s hot-headed and ready to pick a fight. She’ll do her best to control her temper, but it’s hard.
At home, she’ll try to remind you of all the good things she sees in you. Small comments littered throughout the day to make you smile. You know when she’s feeling particularly at a loss for how to help you because she’ll simply just bake. She knows she cooks well, and she knows you like her cooking. She defaults and will greet you to a sight of pastries spilling onto the chairs and bookshelves. If anything, at least you both can have a laugh.
Muriel
Muriel is used to disapproval and the isolation because of it. He feels for you deeply. He worries about the loneliness and sadness that you burden because of it. It is not a light load to carry.
He tries to be supportive in his own way. He doesn’t often offer many compliments or physical affirmations of his love. But his support comes in the way of simply allowing you to do as you please.
He doesn’t bother you in any way. He never questions the unique things about you (unless he feels the trait is unhealthy or harmful to you). He simply lets you be. If you do something he finds remotely curious, he may scrunch his brow a bit though. Otherwise, Muriel will always welcome you into his heart and home, whatever that definition of “you” may be.
However, one thing is, Muriel will never argue with your parents. He feels uncomfortable stepping over that boundary. If a situation escalates between you two, his focus will be to remove you from the situation. While he doesn’t agree with your parents, he feels it’s wrong to fuel with fire with any more negativity.
Lucio
Lucio doesn’t understand why your parents disapprove, and he’ll confront their illogic to them directly. We all know he’s not gifted with words. Surely after this conversation, your parents’ concern will shift from you to him.
Lucio treats the situation seemingly cold. He’ll question why you’re so emotional over something so silly. In his mind, why burden yourself with useless information? Who cares what they think when they’re obviously wrong? He thinks nothing about you is less than charming. And in fact, any person who could find the patience and endurance to love him is damn admirable in his mind.
But one day, it will hit him. When he thinks about it, his mother’s disappointment truly did a number on him. After Lucio realizes this struggle, he’s much more empathetic. He’ll shower you with compliments, kisses, money, time - whatever it takes to help you be the most authentic version of yourself. He loves you. Deeply. And to think that you must endure the same emotions he had as a child is simply heartbreaking.
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fountainofrubies · 10 months
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BDSM basics and cuckolding - Tamaki Amajiki and Levi Ackerman Dom x Fem sub reader 18+
A/N: Not the two hottest men in all of anime, coming for you!
tags/warnings: Explicit sexual content, BDSM, Gentle Dominance, Submission, Flogging, Bondage, Roughness, Pain, Sensation play, Cuckolding, Voyeurism, Oral sex, Quirk fun, tentacles, genital descriptions, She/Her
🍋 One day, you bring up BDSM to your boyfriend. The conversation takes a surprising turn as your normally shy and awkward bean boyfriend finds himself so aroused that he gets unusually adventurous. You call up an old friend to show Tamaki the ropes… and the flogger, the collar and the leash. 😏
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Tamaki sits beside you in your living room. He squeezes your thigh from the top to the bottom in a smooth, massage-like motion. He looks at you warmly, smiling as you turn to look at his face when he first grabs you. He has become a lot more open ever since your relationship had gotten serious. He loves everything about being with you. You’re adventurous, naughty, and sexy, but you’re also generous, helpful and kind. Tamaki loves the way you stop everything to soothe him when he gets swarmed with anxiety and all he needs in those moments is a reassurance or two from you. He loves the way you accept it and sit with him in it when his anxiety is resistant and it has to run its course. He loves you, which is why he makes sure to tell you that every day. He sees you lost in thought, so he decides to ask you, “What are you thinking about, Bunny?”
You laugh nervously, but you answer him. “Naughty things, sweetheart. I’ve been contemplating on whether or not bringing it up to you would be off putting though. Or maybe too early.”
Tamaki’s ears seem to perk up as he quickly focuses on you. “What kinds of naughty things?”
You think of how you want to bring up what you’re talking about. “Well, Tamaki, do you know what BDSM is?”
Tamaki shook his head. “I mean, I think it means kinky stuff, but honestly, that sums up what all I know about it.”
You tap your finger on your chin as you think. “I guess I was wondering whether or not you wanted to explore it with me. We can get a little kinky..pretty kinky or.. we can get VERY kinky.”
Tamaki felt excited, but wary. He was sure that he would find plenty of ways to create a multitude of awkward moments no matter what he chose. “What did you have in mind? I mean, what’s an example for a little versus a lot?”
“Well,” you start, “A little kinky, hmm, means that we could try different things and see what you like.. like dominance and submission, roleplay, bondage.. all sorts of things. We can take what we like or we can just throw the whole thing out. As for what I would determine VERY kinky, that would be more like.. bringing someone else in on the fun. Like having that person watch as we have sex or even.. For some couples, a person might like watching that person have sex with their partner even.”
Tamaki’s eyes widen as he listens and he starts to blush as he slowly begins to laugh, covering his mouth as he does so. “That would be so weird!”
You continue, “There’s no pressure in any case. You wouldn’t have to do anything at all that you don’t want to do.”
“What kinds of stuff do you want to do?” Tamaki asked, still flushed, but seriously wanting to know.
You blush a bit yourself, “Well, I would be willing to do it all with you Amajiki.” You smile cheerfully. “Well, maybe watching someone else have sex with you would be difficult for me.”
“Why?” he probed.
You fiddle with your thumbs, “Probably just fear related. Maybe I would be worried that you’d develop stronger feelings with another girl.” you admit, honestly. “That’s not to say that I wouldn’t be willing to give it a shot if it were something you really wanted to do. My knee jerk reaction is nervousness though.”
He rubbed his face. “I hate to say it, but when you first mentioned that, I imagined someone with you and it was oddly arousing for me. I mean, I’m kind of curious as to why it appealed to me like it did.” He laughs nervously.
“You aren’t nervous at all? About someone else being there?” You asked, confused because he is usually way more nervous than you are.
“I’d be more nervous if I was the one doing the ‘performing’, really. I don’t know.” he shrugged. He looks around the room nervously. “How would we decide who we would pick though?”
You answer honestly, “Well, we would find someone that we both agree on, but in all truth, I know someone who is very kinky. He’d probably do everything I listed off earlier if asked. He really gets off with this kind of stuff.”
Tamaki was definitely listening carefully now. “How do you know him?”
“Well, baby, I’ve been with him before. We met at a get together that was based on this sort of stuff and we got along very well. I asked for a very specific interaction and he complied. He wasn’t ever really interested in forming a long term relationship due to the way he likes to live his daily life, plus he has a risky job. He’s a captain in the military.”
Tamaki wasn’t really showing any sort of emotion as he spoke, “You wanted a relationship with him?”
Again, you are transparent. “I was willing, but he was very up front, so I accepted that and respected that.”
Tamaki blushed. “I will probably feel awkward at some point, being me and all, but we should do it.”
“Are you sure, Tamaki?” you ask, surprised. “I mean, you could always change your mind. I know him well, he would accept it and hang out during his visit if you decided not to go through with it.”
Tamaki shrugged, “I feel fine with it. I asked some of the tougher questions and you’re obviously honest with me. You always have been, so I don’t feel like I have any reason not to trust you. I can just observe. If we hate it, it’s not like we have to do it again anyway.”
“Do you want me to contact him?”
Tamaki nods, “Sure. Set something up. I’ll even participate in the phone call if that somehow comes up.”
You laugh, “You know, you seem to be feeling pretty adventurous these days.”
Tamaki smirked, “Well, you’ll be naked, won’t you? It’s worth it for the view” He grabs your shirt, pulling it playfully.
You message Levi, within minutes he calls you. You swipe the call open, a video of him popping up on the screen. He looks serious, this is usual, he greets you. “Little pet, it’s been a while, hasn’t it? You’ve got a boyfriend too? That sounds fun.” His smirk is very slight.
“Yes, he’s here with me, actually.” you say, smiling and pointing towards Tamaki, who leans into view of the phone’s camera. He politely waves hello.
Levi greets him as well. “Hello, my name is Levi. Good to meet you.”
Tamaki, slightly nervous, but also excited, replies, “Likewise, man! I’m Amajiki.”
Levi cuts to the chase, “The message she sent to me said that you’re new to kink. I wouldn’t mind stopping by and showing you the ropes. Your rules. Nothing will happen that you don’t sign off on.”
Amajiki nods. “Sounds good.”
Levi quickly confirms all of the details “Alright, I have the address, I’m free today and tomorrow. Does today work? I could be there by 7.”
Both you and Tamaki nod and then wave goodbye as Levi ends the call.
Now Tamaki is nervous. What comes out of his mouth is surprising though. “Ohhhh I’m so nervous! I am going to work off some of this energy! I think that I will get distracted soon enough and not have to worry about my thoughts. Maybe! Anyways, that’s the plan!” He walks to his usual workout spot and begins to do push-ups.
You smile, looking at your sweet cinnamon roll, absolutely impressed with his surprisingly adventurous attitude. “You seem excited.”
Tamaki laughs as he exhales after yet another push-up. “I am.”
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Tamaki has already worked out, showered, gotten dressed and gotten ready for our get together. He is wringing his hands, but stops when you step out of the bathroom. His jaw drops. You’re wearing a sexy black, vinyl bodysuit that laces up the sides, thigh high stockings and tall boots that also look wet and shiny. On top of your head, you’ve got rabbit ears, bent in a cute way. “Bunny.. you look incredible.”
“This suit, it’s new. I got this for you.. along with some others too. Should I wear it tonight? Or save it, for just you?”
Tamaki is virtually drooling. “Wear it tonight, Bunny. I might not even have to deal with my nerves around people, I won’t be able to take my eyes off of you..”
You laugh sweetly, kissing him deeply. Moments later, there’s a knock on the door. You answer it and greet Levi. His dark hair gleams in the light. He is rather short, not shorter than you, but quite a bit shorter than Tamaki. He steps inside, looking upwards to meet eyes with Tamaki and everyone exchanges greetings.
Levi is plenty polite. He isn’t all laughs and smiles, but he is certainly amicable. He’s wearing dark clothes. It looks like it’s his uniform. He hangs a green cloak over the top of one of our living room chairs once we lead him in there. There’s a bed in the living room. You two set it up here earlier so there would be more room to move around and a better view for Tamaki.
“So,” Levi begins, “Where do you guys want to start?”
Tamaki, surprisingly, speaks first. “I want to just observe really. As far as things you two actually do, I’ll go along with anything that she agrees that she wants to do. I'm pretty interested in learning all about this kind of thing, if I do by chance, need or want something to change, I’ll let you two know. How’s that sound?” He walks over to a chair that is in the corner and sits down, having a view of the entire room.
Levi is looking at you now. He tilts his head towards Tamaki in the corner. “How much have you told him?”
“He pretty much needs to know all of it. He only knows about a few types of play really. He knows he likes the idea of cuckolding though.” you smirk at Levi as you finish that sentence.
Levi smirks back. “I’ll start from the beginning then. First, what would you like me to call you?”
You answer, “You usually call me Pet or Little Pet. That works for me.
Levi asks “Do you want this to be like our usual interactions in the past?”
“Yes sir, Captain Levi.” you reply.
“And sex? That too?” Levi asks.
“Unless Tamaki objects now or later, I’m all for it.” you answer.
Both you and Levi turn and look towards Tamaki, who leans forward in his chair while he nods and raises one of his hands, indicating that he is also fine with that. He looks calm, and interested. You feel a little flushed. He is so sexy. The sight of him makes you want to jump on him. You look back at Levi, who continues to talk. He is still as good looking as ever as well.
“So BDSM means bondage, discipline (or domination), sadism, and masochism. There are many kinds of kinks and practices that stem from that. Before we show you some examples, I want to explain dominance and submission. Our Little Pet here, she submits to me, I’m only ever dominant with her, or anyone really. It’s just my thing. She’s a switch though.” he says pointing at me. “That means she can do, and likes to do, both roles. Let’s say you like to be held down, controlled, bossed around. She’ll probably love to do that and more for you. Say you resonate more with my role while we are doing this, you may want to go for the dominant role. If she’s willing, she likes to submit also. It really just depends on what she wants when you two talk about what kind of scene, or play, that you want to do. I always want this to be clear though, dominance and submission are still something that must be agreed on and consented to. Your relationship is built on trust, right? Well, this works the same way. Whether it’s you or her who is submitting, there will always be a choice. You should always be free to consent to or say no to anything you want to say it to. So next, there are safe words. What’s our safe word, Little Pet?”
You answer, “it’s halt. I’m also fine with how we usually operate when we are together.”
Levi continues once more, “So her safe word is halt. If she says that, it means stop immediately. You don’t try to flex dominant muscles and become forceful, trying to prove that you’re in charge, because that’s garbage. It doesn’t mean that you can keep thrusting six more times because you’re so close. It should be an automatic stop. Levi sees Tamaki nod and he nods as well. “What you’ll see here today, is more of a soft approach to dominance, in my opinion, although pain will be involved. There are many types of doms, same with subs. Little Pet here, she likes a lot of soft dom stuff. When it comes to play, she loves all kinds of sensations. She loves tenderness. I can be flexible with what type of Dom I am, assuming it involves things I’m into. The kind of stuff she’s into, is the type of stuff that I enjoy being. I enjoy a great deal of things really. Lastly, these things are subject to change. She may want something totally different at some point or even tonight. Communication is key.” Levi looks at you now. “Well, if you’re ready, let’s begin.” Levi states with confidence. He walks over to the bed and taps on the edge, letting you know that he wants you to sit down.
You walk towards him and sit down in that exact spot. Levi touches your jaw, rubbing you very lightly. He runs those same fingers down the side of your neck and over your shoulder, making you shudder slightly. He reaches under your arm to run his fingers down the back of your shoulder, caressing you from that point, down your side, towards your hip. His fingers bouncing slightly over the cords laced together on the side of your vinyl suit. He speaks, lowly, his deep voice soft but nearly growling. “Good girl.” He’s praising you for coming to sit down on his command. “You look ravishing, Little Pet.” He puts a collar around your neck and secures it, flicks the bell that’s dangling from it, making it jingle. Then, he pulls out a leash, letting the small, black chain fall out of his hand and dangle as he holds the other end. He runs his hands down the chain, looking at you, his eyes focused but low as he hooks it onto the front of your collar. Holding it loosely, he puts his open hand on your chest and pushes you down sharply. “Lay!” he commands, nearly yelling, his voice deep, husky and strong as you hit the bed with force, the bell on your collar jingling.
You can feel Tamaki’s eyes on you, watching, assessing. His brow is furrowed as he watches, contemplating the situation. He watches your response each time something happens. Levi is leaning forward now, putting his knee on the bed, bending over to grab the exposed upper part of your upper neck, near your jawline as he kisses the other side of your neck near the collar. He’s swirling his tongue with the kiss. You shiver, your back arching slightly, your legs raising involuntarily. Levi hooks around your right leg and lifts it up as he moves back to down to the floor in between your legs. He kisses your thigh as he pushes your leg up over his shoulder, squeezing the outside of your thigh at the same time. You gasp, clutching the comforter underneath you. He kisses your thigh again, moving closer to your increasingly wet and hot center. He kisses it roughly, biting down on you softly each time he swirls his tongue. At this point, your legs are trembling, you moan as you squeeze the blanket you’re holding. Levi stands up, rolling the sleeves of his shirt up to his forearms. He grabs a black handle that is sticking out of his pocket and pulls it out. He holds the small flogger up, twirling it slowly, for both you and Tamaki to see. Standing beside you, he softly caresses the inside of your thigh with the tips of his fingers. “You want it?” he asks in a sexy voice. He looks at you as you nod eagerly, watching your chest rise and fall as you breathe harder. “So tell me.”
He lays his left hand down on you, flat, dragging his thumb slowly across your clit through the body suit, you squirm, opening your legs a bit more. You already know what he’s looking for. You pant, almost whining, “Yes, Captain Levi, I want it.”
Levi’s voice is dark, sexy and confident as he cuts his eyes sideways to make eye contact with you, “I know you do.” With that, it happens very quickly. In a flash, he raises his arm and brings it down hard, hitting you across the inside of your thigh. A popping sound rings out. The pain is immediate, you yelp, moaning and laughing softly afterwards. Tamaki’s eyes widen, he holds still though, noticing that he has the sudden urge to run to you , to protect you from pain. He watches intently as Levi runs his fingers up your thigh where he just hit you, causing titillating and thrilling feathery pleasure. Levi looks at you knowingly, “Yes?”
You know what he wants to know. You reply, “Three.”, breathing hard.
Levi looks back at Tamaki, “This is just how I like to do things, everyone has their own rules and their own ways that they communicate about this, but, me personally, I have her to rate the pain on a scale from 1 to 5. It lets me know if I’m being too rough.. or if what I’m doing isn’t rough enough. I always aim to push her to the brink. I pull her back so to speak once we arrive there.” He points at you with his thumb, “She really likes soft and gentle sensations once she gets there. That’s her thing.”
Tamaki nods, indicating that he understands what he’s being told and he looks over at you. You are already looking at him, face flushed and panting. You blow a kiss at him. He smiles.
Levi rubs his thumb across your clit through your suit again, which you know he does to prompt you to open your legs. As you do, he draws back and looks at you. He waits.
“Please.. yes.. Yes, Captain, I want more.”
This time, he hits you harder, the popping sound is much louder, as well as your cry. He waits for your answer. “Four, Captain.”
Levi smirks, “Alright, I know about how hard I want to hit now.” He looks at Tamaki yet again. “There’s all sorts of ways you can do this stuff too. Some subs like to be warmed up instead of being stung right away. Nothing wrong with that. Little Pet, though, I know what she likes.. Well, I know what she liked the last couple of times we’ve met, that is.” He turns his attention back to you, tapping his hip now. You lift your leg to rest your knee on his hip. He grasps your knee and starts flogging your inner thigh repeatedly. The pops come quickly, most of which make you cry out in pain. You tense up, feeling the intense burn. His aim is true, you’re getting close to yelling your safe word, but he stops after the tenth hit, being familiar with your limits. Not too shabby, Captain. Not too shabby at all.
You moan and gasp as you feel the pain subside. Levi kneels. He leans in and he licks you across your thigh where he just got ahold of you. You feel the soft, wet sensation, with him breathing hot breath onto you as he goes. He sits up straight and blows a thin stream of air onto your thigh, which strokes you lightly, cooling the area. You shiver, still moaning and breathing hard. Levi speaks in the same husky, attractive voice. “Enjoying yourself?”
You whimper “Yes Captain.” You try to calm your breath a bit, but it’s futile as Levi gets up and stalks around you to stand over your other leg. You put your knee on his hip without being asked. He grabs your knee and goes in on your other thigh, exactly the same way as he did the last. Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Your moans and screams are blending together. After the tenth one, he stops.
Tamaki shifts in his seat, watching you squirm. His cock is rock hard. What it is about this scene that’s arousing him so deeply, he isn’t sure. He adjusts his pants, so that his large, throbbing boner isn’t so noticeable. You saw this happen as your moans and your breathing began to quiet. Between what’s happening to you and knowing that Tamaki is finding himself aroused, you get really wet, rather quickly,
Levi pulls on the leash and you sit up as the collar presses firmly on the back of your neck. Levi pulls a paddle out of his bag, flipping it around smoothly in his hand. He tosses it on the bed beside you. He is holding rope in his other hand. “I think you know what I want, Little Pet.”
You assume the position, getting on your hands and knees and stretching your arms down towards your ankles, reaching through your legs. It takes only a matter of moments for Levi to expertly secure you so that you’re stuck in that position. He gets back up and picks up the paddle. Before he stands up straight, he leans in and licks you, moaning deeply as his tongue starts above your clit, runs straight down your pussy and past your hole in one smooth motion. The vinyl blocks a lot of the sensation his tongue would have created if he had licked you this way while you were bare, but just knowing that that was what he was doing is driving you crazy. You gasp, “Captain!” Your walls feel like they squeeze shut. You moan, exhilarated. Levi licks you again, the exact same way, making you squirm as you moan. Mentally, you feel like you’re absolutely flooded with desire. He stands up and pressed the paddle up against your butt.
“Little Pet. Tell me what you want.” Levi demanded.
“I want you to spank my ass until I can’t take it anymore, Captain! And then.. I want you to fuck me!” You’re so excited and aroused, you're basically yelling.
Levi smirks, “As you wish, Pet.” He smacks your ass hard with the paddle. You wince, whining. He hits you again and again, each time a little stronger than the last. Again, he hits your harder. Again, harder still. You lose count of how many times he hits you before you start openly screaming, with moans peppered in between you screams. He’s hitting you very hard now. One, two, three more times. The bell on your collar jingle continuously now. You’re wincing as you scream, your limit very quickly approaching. He hits you again, and it stings, he’s putting a lot of power into it now. “HALT!” you scream.
Levi’s hand comes up, on top of your rear as he stops mid swing. Tamaki looks concerned, but he’s also impressed with how much pain you were able to tolerate. He has always looked at you, being so sweet and kind, as a delicate rose. Levi takes a swallow of his water, taking an ice cube into his mouth, crunching it up. He rolls his tongue in it before he swallows it, and then he kisses your butt cheeks, licking you lightly. The cold sensation feels soothing to your burning skin. His tongue quickly heats back up.
He unties you, letting you sit back up. You notice that Levi is very hard, himself, noticeably bulging underneath his pants. Levi kisses you now. Deeply, passionately, and sweetly all at once. He kiss firm and controlling, it’s very different from the way that Tamaki kisses you.. not that you don’t get wet from a single kiss from Tamaki. You wonder how Tamaki feels thus far. You peek at him as Levi lays you down. Levi pulls the cords that are tying your body suit together on the sides, slipping it clean off of you. Tamaki is looking at you, his head tilted back, breathing heavily, his cheeks are washed with a light pink color. He looks like he is extremely turned on.
Levi picks up the rope again, eyeing you, contemplating. He picks one leg up, pushing your knee towards your shoulder, imagining where you’ll be bound. You smile as you come up with a naughty, brilliant, SEXY scenario in your head. You blurt out “Oh my, Captain.. I have an idea.”
Levi looks at you now that you’ve broken his concentration. “Speak, Little pet.”
You smile, nearly drooling. “I’m down for the sex for sure.. and I know that you always like to tie me up before fucking me… but why don’t you let Tamaki restrain me this time. He’s very talented.”
“Of course, I’d be happy to.” He holds the rope out toward Tamaki, inviting him to tie you up.
You gush at the thought of your clever, exhilarating, sexy idea. “Oh he won’t be needing that, Captain. He has other talents.”
Levi, intrigued now, turns to Tamaki. “Oh?” He steps aside, “By all means, Amajiki.” Watching Tamaki intently, he stretches a hand towards you, as if to offer you up.
Tamaki’s heart is pounding. He is so aroused that he’s biting his lip just to keep his mouth shut. He holds up a hand, wiggling his fingers, calling attention to them. He slowly grows five tentacles up into the air, making sure that Levi saw what they were and where they were coming from. After all, you don’t see a quirk like Tamaki’s every single day. Then Tamaki’s tentacles dart towards you moving in unison. His masterful control shining obviously as he quickly grabs ahold of you, securing you, lifting you off of the bed, his tentacles wrapping around your thighs, one bending around your shoulders and back and then wrapping around one of your breasts, another supporting you as it snakes across your back and cradles the back your head as it curls around to touch your cheek softly, as if caressing you with a lover’s touch. The other thinner one wrapped around your hips, underneath your belly button. Tamaki is so fired up that his nerves have fallen to the far back of his mind. Distracted by the steaminess of the scene, Tamaki boldly coos at you. “You like that, Bunny? You like the way I wrap all around you, don’t you?”
“Yes!” you moan as you squirm, his suction cups sucking on and letting go of your skin in multiple areas. You love Tamaki’s unpredictable patterns. Never knowing where he wants to squeeze you a bit tighter or to suck on you next.
All the while, Levi, with both eyebrows raised, turns to look at Tamaki. “Oh you guys.. now this is a motherfucking Saturday.”
Tamaki, holding you securely, pushes you at Levi, stopping right in front of him, lowering you to the perfect height for him to access you.
Levi, still with his eyebrows raised, turns once more to Tamaki. “Are you legitimately offering me the opportunity to get in on this?” You can tell that Levi is dead serious, even though we had previously agreed on sex with Tamaki being the one that does the restraining. It’s clear that Levi wasn’t expecting anything like this. His disbelief is amusing.
Tamaki laughs lightly, “It was Bunny’s idea.. wasn’t it Bunny?” he purrs at you.
“Yes!” you pant. “Oh yes!” Your heart is absolutely racing. Levi pulls on the tentacle closest to him as he comes close, testing it’s surprising strength. He uses it to learn forward to reach towards my collar and fish the leash back up into his hand. He runs his hand down the chain, wrapping the handle around his left hand and he reaches again with his right hand, squeezing my left breast softly while Tamaki curls around and squishes and squeezes the right one.
Levi kisses your lower abdomen, working down to your hot, wet lips. A strong wave of pleasure washes over you as he licks upwards, parting your lips, then twirling the tip of his tongue around your clit before flicking it multiple times. You moan and squirm, feeling Tamaki’s push and pull on different areas of your body. “Oh Captain!” you moan, trembling as he licks you more. Your hands clutch Tamaki’s tentacles, lovingly stroking them with your thumbs as you grasp them tightly.
Tamaki makes a satisfied noise as he watches. “Mmmmm.” At the same time, the tentacle playing with your breast stretches up to your mouth, making its suction cups available. You know what he wants. You pool together some saliva and you lick one of the large suction cups in front of your mouth to coat it and wet it. The tentacle returns to your breast and that same suction cup latches on to your nipple, sucking it, and ever so often, pulling it up, stretching your breast upward. Your body is full of pleasure and leftover adrenaline. Subspace has you moaning non stop as you feel all of these amazing sensations.
Levi stands up, removing his pants and undergarments as his hard cock finally makes an appearance. Levi’s cock is full, throbbing and very nicely plump. Memories of being pumped hard with it resurface as he puts an already slick condom on. As he approaches, caressing the insides of your thighs, he looks at you. “I just want you to know, Little Pet, that I can’t wait to experience this.”
“Yes Captain.” You tremble as he runs his cock up your lips, brushing against your clit. He also moans as you moan from the contact. He repeats this a few times and then he grabs the small of your waist and pushes inside of you slowly, listening to you whine as you arch midair. He pulls on the leash he’s holding in his hand, just to apply some pressure and then, after he pushes in slowly a second time, he starts fucking you hard. The bell on your collar begins to jingle again and rarely stops throughout this ordeal.
Levi grunts as he slams into you, holding the leash handle, he lets up on it so he can grab your waist and fuck your harder. He moans breathily, almost growling afterward. “Ahhh.” His voice is deep and rough, yet silky. His movements become even more greedy and passionate. He begins to talk to you, “You love this part don’t you? You love the way I fuck you and dive deep into you. Isn’t that right, Little Pet?”
You moan loudly, repeating yourself, “Yes Captain! Yes Captain!” You shake wildly as you try to curl up but you can’t. The tingling sensation calls all of your attention toward it. You begin to hump as desperately as you can as you start to come. Tamaki exhales forcefully as he watches you come. Anytime you come, he responds similarly. He’s just usually the one doing all of the pleasing and if there’s one thing that he loves, it’s pleasing you. You moan so loud, it’s just short of a scream and your body trembles and quakes in Tamaki’s grasp, your bucking stimulating Levi as you clench down on him repeatedly as he pumps into you.
Levi moans loudly himself, taking in the view, watching you struggle to move in Tamaki’s tight grip. “Ah! Ah! Mmm!” Levi is flooding with pleasure and excitement. “This is amazing!” he says intensely, pushing all the way into you and holding you there. He moves his hips slowly while fully inside you, just to put pressure on you and stir you as he reaches deeply into you.” Levi reaches up to your mouth, sticking his thumb into your mouth. You start to suck on it as he pushes into you with even more pressure. He continues, making eye contact with you as he pounds you repeatedly.
Tamaki, watching attentively, breathing hard, tightens up the tentacle that’s wrapped around your hips. As he squeezes you, he moves your hips in a circular motion, gaining Levi’s attention immediately. You moan as Levi thrusts into you with sharp, but short thrusts as Tamaki moves your hips in the same circular motion. Levi begins to push into you with deeper strokes as the tentacle begins to slither and move, slowly sitting you up, pushing you closer to Levi, but chasing down your hands and restraining them behind your back. Levi grabs your waist again, moving his dominant hand to your lower back and begins to thrust into you rapidly again, his breath getting much faster and much harder.
Levi winces, gritting his teeth after a huge wave of pleasure rocks him. He immediately gets sloppy with his thrusts, you know what’s coming. His mouth opens as he exhales deeply. As he moans, goes from wild, sloppy, extremely fast to short, spastic, but powerful thrusts. He leans in rests his head on your shoulder, facing your neck as he comes. He moans urgently but lightly with every thrust now, as he rides out the gripping orgasm.
After he’s done, he pauses there for a moment, resting his head on your shoulder. He pulls out afterwards and disposes of his condom as Tamaki lays you down. When Levi returns, he kneels, cleaning you with wipes. A look of satisfaction on his face as he does so. You moan as his slender fingers work on you through the wipes. Levi grabs another one and moves even slower, making a lot of the same movements all over again. “Thank you, little pet. Amajiki, if you two ever want me back, just let me know. This was way beyond what I was expecting.”
Tamaki responded politely, and then bid Levi farewell as he left, needing to return home. As you walk back up to the bed, Tamaki crawls on top of you, his large cock making itself known as he rests himself on your hip. You begin to grind on Tamaki, moaning lightly. He repositions so he can press his cock in between your legs as continue to grind against him. Things quickly become steamy as he moans into your ear. “I want you Bunny.” You pull against the waistband of his pants, indicating to him that all he needs to do it to take them off. He stands up just long enough to get undressed and then he lays back down on top of you, guiding his cock inside of you. You’re already wet, he slides in and out smoothly, opening you up. You moan softly as he makes love to you, covering you with soft and gentle touches, kisses and loving words. “You’re so beautiful.” he moans to you as he moves in and out over and over again. “I love you so much.”
After all of that time being aroused, it doesn’t take Tamaki terribly long. You both deeply love connecting in such a sweet and romantic way. Shortly after his movement becomes just a little more rapid, he bears down on you as he climaxes. His moans come in short bursts of urgency and he slowly rides the orgasm out. You’re clearly worn out, which was why he was even more gentle than usual. He cleans you up as you begin to drift off to sleep. He pulls you on top of his shoulder, making sure that you are lying on him the way you always crawl onto him before falling asleep. He drifts off to sleep as well.
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zoe8stay · 1 year
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let us cause another chaos because the last one was fun <3
your moots and skz member (probably a partner in crime) and what crime they will commit
have fun with this!
😈 hey anon, lovely to see you again. work day is over here I come fueling the fire
● @starseungs x jisung : theft! I feel like you guys would be very hungry but you know considering the inflation money is though so I see you two sneakily snatching some snacks from a grocery store.
● @qnjayn x lee know : murder! someone stepped on dori's tail and called chan ugly, its over for them. I would honestly try to be as far as possible from the two of you, love ya.
(not gonna lie I'm starting to get tipsy so these are gonna be very weird I think)
● @starlostseungmin x seungmin : vandalism! now see what's happened here...seungmo, poor seungmo tried to impress keisy by writing her name on a building with spray paint but then keisy my baby got shy and tried to erase it but mister policeman saw the two lovebirds and now they're in jail for...drawing...basically
● @thevampywolf x chan : haha you would think they're innocent BUT NO! bank robbery! do you know bonnie and clyde? well you better cause that's them, not gonna kill people and not gonna get caught but they will be living the live of...criminal but in a good way, you know those criminals you see on TV where they have a lovely life thanks to the robbers. have you seen that one movie with uncle ryan reynolds where he is chased by...people cause of a treasure but turns out...nevermind just type his name in google and you'll find it
● @seungly x hyunjin : having sex in public! I'M JOKING! but not really, I mean kinda, similar okay. so they be in their own world making our on display in the park where children could see...unbelievable, so a mother or a very precious traumatised child called the police on them.
● @comet-falls x jeongin : I don't know I think you both will vibe while doing something very bad...like...beating someone up...I think you guys will get drunk and try to jump into a river or something that is very dangerous...idk something like that. is this considered a crime? well it better be cause you could have died you...spoons...idk OH or maybe you'll do something similar to sunny and hyunjin but definitely WORSE
● @l3visbby x changbin : oh god where to begin? have you seen the joker with joaquin phoenix? (he is a great actor but I personally like his brother river phoenix, check him out yall...he died tho) yeah you guys would be the joker but not so sinister. I see you as antiheroes you know. do good but not in a good way
● @asters-abditory x felix : sigh...what would you do? smile and kill someone? you guys are too precious to do anything bad? swear? I have no idea...you guys would probably be at the wrong place at the wrong time tbh, you precious little beans you could do no bad
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nomicskeleton · 2 years
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Childe,Kaeya,Xiao,Venti (BECAUSE I JUST GOT HIMMM) with a teruhashi s/o :D (their technically perfect and has alot of people crushing on them....OH WAIT! THEY ALSO HAVE A CRUSH ON THEM?! )
PRIMADONNA
pairings: childe, kaeya, xiao, venti x teruhashi gn! reader
genre: fluff, highschool! au
warning: jealousy, mentions of fighting, bullying, all lowercase
(a/n): HELLOO, thanks for the request and sorry for waiting too long cuz i got a lot of stuff to do :") hope you enjoy this!! (๑ゝڡ◕๑) anywayyy, i suppose we all know kaeya is actually a shy guy that put up a confident and flirty façade!
CHILDE:
he could never believe that someone as perfect as would exist. you were like a diamond in a herd of common stones.
always did anything to attract your attention and easily got annoyed at times whenever people were being complete simps over you.
there was this random guy who was hitting on you when you two just walked in the school's front yard together. poor guy immediately got into childe's nerves.
the ginger got into a fight since that random guy was being touchy-feely toward you. he was like: "who do you think you're sticking your nose on, huh? step over my corpse first if you wanna get y/n as your date." proceeds to kick the guy in his nose-
he almost got into a problem when a teacher passed by and questioned about the sudden commotion. but you handled the situation easily since you were the school's golden child.
"nothing is going on here, sir/miss. we were just playing around." you flashed a reassuring smile as the teacher believed in you and walked away.
honestly, you had to control his guts since he was so spontaneous and never reckoned things further.
KAEYA:
this guy's middle name was literally 'flirty' because i said so.
he'd flirt with you and smile in satisfaction seeing your flushed cheeks. also, did i mention that he stopped flirting with other people and only did it to you?
his reaction over people being total simps over you was neutral. he thought their reaction was normal since it was completely abnormal for not being dazzled over an immaculate creature like you.
one time on a rainy day when he had forgotten his umbrella, he watched the formidable rain pour down the earth and sighed.
"when will you stop?" he mumbled to himself, getting impatient since he had waited for half an hour and there was no one to be found around the building.
the bluenette was so surprised when you called him out of the blue. you were sure he almost dropped his book bag.
heat rushed through his cheeks when you offered him an umbrella. wait, blushing kaeya?! a rare sight to see indeed.
kaeya was screaming and jumping in mirth internally like a little kid receiving their favorite toy or food. sharing the umbrella with you together? he swore he would die in peace after this.
XIAO:
this small grumpy bean admired you since you were capable of handling much stuff with ease. plus the fact that you weren't scared of interacting with him since people were terrified by him.
it was honestly his dyed hair and a messy uniform that made people scared of him. his poker face added an extra point to it.
he started to develop a minor crush on you when he was rushing from a minimarket nearby the school to get some cat foods for the kittens he had been taking care of xiao with cats AWOOGA- and he caught you playing with the said kittens at the school's backyard.
"xiao? what are you doing here?" you called in pure curiosity. "are you here looking for the cats?" you teased and noticed his ears turned red at your statement. you were surprised that your guess was correct.
both of you ended up taking care of the kittens and boy was he so contented about the fact that you both were like adopting the kittens together, it was something that other people would never achieve.
you learned that xiao was the complete opposite of his external self. he might look scary and eccentric but he was such a huge softie inside. i mean, just look at how loving and careful he was while taking care of the kittens!
VENTI:
knowing this carefree music freak was your seatmate and how clingy and flirty he could get to you, made your fans dislike him. they were jealous of him since he always tagged along with you wherever you went.
he eventually got bullied by your so-called fans; like: stealing his flute when he was going to play a tune for you, dampening his sportswear so he had to wear his regular uniform during p.e class, etc.
it was actually weird for your so-called fans to see him not fazed over their cheeky doings.
there was one time that their bullying toward venti was out of borderline and you were there to witness their wicked activity.
you were aware of their doings in the past but you paid no mind, thinking they were just playing with venti. but this time seeing he was thrown with basketballs with hatred masked on their faces made your heart sink and blood boil.
everyone was beyond shocked seeing your usual calm expression turn indignant. your so-called fans trembled in fear as you shot them a death glare, it was like a warning to them not to mess with venti anymore.
when you helped the music freak treat his wounds at the nurse's office, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed about himself.
he was upset with himself for being a weakling and not able to stand up for himself. also, the fact that you stood up for him made him feel worse yet somehow amused at the same time. he was glad knowing that you cared for him.
"seriously, y/n, having you see me in a humiliating situation like this is the last thing i want to show you. but i guess there's a benefit too, huh?" he grinned ear-to-ear as you raised a brow at him. "could you please kiss my wounds so the pain will go away faster?" he giggled.
"what are you? a kid?" your cheeks heated and resumed cleaning his wounds.
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luckyyluka · 11 months
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Second Chance: I Think I Kinda You Know...
Ricky Bowen x Blake Sahan (OC)
this is episode one of my series Second Chance.
Summary: Blake makes amends with Ricky and joins him and Big Red on his journey to win Nini back.
Trigger Warnings: Blake has an anxiety attack, toxic relationships, mentions of losing virginity, just a lot of angst. Ricky and Blake are both just messy asf honestly but otherwise yeah
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"I think I kinda you know I think I kinda you know, you know, you know... I can't help dreaming of you Guess I'm saying I don't not love you... You know, you know, you know..."
Blake watched the video on her phone, a brunette girl with long hair and a bright smile played the ukulele and sang a cute little song. She sighed, turning the screen off.
A tear rolled down her cheek. And then another. She's crying. She couldn't believe she was crying over a boy... her best friend, at that. She used the long sleeve of her shirt to wipe the few tears off of her face, sniffling.
It's not like it was a surprise, Nini's song to Ricky. They had been together for a whole year. The L word was bound to come out sometime. It just felt like a slap in the face, she thought.
Blake and Ricky had known Nini since kindergarten, but Blake knew him even before that. The Sahan and Bowen families have been neighbors for twenty-three years now, making Ricky and Blake pretty much best friends ever since they were able to walk and talk.
Their dads built a treehouse connecting the two big trees in their backyards. It wasn't huge, but it was big enough for the two of them to grow up in. Silly things written on the walls with permanent marker, photographs taken by parents, and terrible art drawn by two seven year olds with crayons were plastered all over the walls.
Two blue bean bags sat on the ground facing a small tv that had been set up by their dads. It didn't have cable or anything, but it hooked up to an old Playstation and that was good enough for them.
It was their safe space... until they were twelve years old and Nini's parents built her a treehouse in their backyard. Ricky started going around there, it happened slowly, a couple of 'sorry, I can't, I've got plans with Nini's. But that turned into canceled plans, and soon enough, that Playstation in their treehouse was collecting dust.
Nini and Blake were close. Hell, Blake might even have considered Nini one of her best friends (aside from Ricky, of course). Blake told her everything that she felt about Ricky. She was sure Nini was tired of the way she blabbed on and on about him, how amazing he was... or maybe Blake was convincing Nini how much she could love Ricky, too.
Because once they were fourteen years old, Nini accidentally confessed that she was into him, too. And then at fifteen, Ricky was raving on and on about how he couldn't believe he didn't see her before. Soon enough, Blake had nobody to talk to about her first heartbreak, stuck in the middle of her two best friends pining for each other. It was like a goofy trope in a romance book.
They were seventeen when they finally made things official. Seventeen when Blake finally tried to start dating. Seventeen when she lost her virginity to a boy named EJ Caswell, a boy that she didn't even know, much less trust. Word spread around the high school, and she was the main topic of gossip for a few months.
At the time, Blake slowly pushed everybody away, isolating. Self-destructive behaviors destroyed most of her friendships. Ricky tried to be there for her, but even he was a victim of her isolation.
Blake would hear him stick up for her in the hallways whenever he'd hear something about her, but she couldn't even look him in the eyes.
Big Red tried to stick up for her, but he was too shy most of the time, and Blake couldn't even bring herself to talk to him, either.
Surprising to Blake, Nini didn't do anything. She let people talk, and watched Blake isolate.
Her last three friendships, ruined.
Blake's phone started ringing, Sunflower Vol. 6 by Harry Styles playing. The ringtone she set for Ricky when they were fifteen. She shook her head as if erasing an etch-a-sketch, pulling herself out of the trance.
She wiped her tears before answering the phone. "Ricky?"
"Hey..." A sniffle was heard on the other line. He was crying.
"What's wrong?" Suddenly, all of the memories and worries that had occupied Blake's mind were gone, replaced with her concern for Ricky.
"I, uh..." he let out a shaky breath, "I'm leaving Nini's... Can I come over?"
"Yeah... yes, of course. I'll leave the door unlocked for you."
"Uh," he paused, "thanks," he sniffled.
"You're..." Blake started, but was quickly interrupted by the call ending, "...welcome..." she finished in a whisper to herself.
She felt heavy, but she managed to push herself up off the bed, quickly going to unlock the front door for Ricky.
Blake's dad was gone. Probably at a bar again. He won't be home until sunrise, so she sat in the living room quietly, anxiously tapping her foot on the ground.
It only took a few minutes before the door creaked opened slowly, a boy with mousey brown curls and pretty lips that curled down in a sad frown walked in. He closed the door behind him, his skateboard hit the carpeted floor, followed by his helmet and his backpack.
Blake was off the couch and standing in front of him within seconds. He looked at her with sad eyes and her heart hurt for him. She threw her arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug which he quickly returned. She could feel the tears running down his face, soaked up by the shoulder of her shirt. His shaky breaths being the only noise she heard in her ear as he cried, Blake gently rubbed his back and let him.
When he finally pulled away, sniffling, Blake pulled down her sleeve - the same one she used to wipe away her own tears - and wiped away his. She quietly took his hand and led him up the stairs and to her room. "Sit," she instructed him softly, and he sat on the edge of her bed.
Grabbing a wash cloth from her bathroom, she ran cold water from the sink and soaked it. When she returned to her bedroom, she sat next to Ricky on her bed. He repositioned himself so he was facing her, and she gently pressed the cold cloth to his face, running it over his forehead, down to his cheeks where his hot tears had stained his skin. She washed them off, making sure to cool down every inch of his face carefully.
Once she was done, she discarded the cloth next to them and took his hands in hers. Her voice was low, gentle. "Do you want to talk about it?" Her voice had always been so soothing, he thought. It sent chills down his spine as he soaked in the comfort.
"Nini... Uh," he paused for a moment, looking down at his hands that Blake held, "we're taking a break."
Honestly, she wasn't sure how to feel about that news, but now wasn't the time to figure that out. "I'm sorry, Ricky... Do you want to talk about what happened? Or, uh... I mean, we could just turn on a silly Kurtis Conner video on YouTube or something..."
But without warning, his energy shifted; as if he is finally letting his mind completely open up for the first time.
"I'm sorry," he started abruptly.
"What?"
"I-I'm sorry," he stuttered, speaking frantically, "I mean, I know you. I know how you are, how you isolate when you're overwhelmed, how you push people away. A-And I know that I wasn't there for you like I should have been when those rumors were floating around. I should have tried..." He trails off, avoiding eye contact.
"Ricky, you did try," Blake started tearing up, "I just didn't let you -"
He interrupted her.
"I should have tried harder."
She wiped her tears away. "It's not your fault that I had another episode, got self-destructive. It's my fault for not handling it better."
"But I'm the only one in your life who knows you have BPD..."
And he was right. Blake's mother had her in therapy from the time she was fourteen years old, when she started to spiral from the feeling of betrayal.
It may have seemed dramatic at the time, but when Blake was officially diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder just after her mother's passing, her emotional episodes finally made sense.
Besides, it's not like she had many people to tell about her diagnosis. Her only friends really were Ricky, Big Red, and kind of Nini. Even so, as much as she trusted Big Red, the only person she truly trusted enough to tell was Ricky.
"I'm the only one who knows exactly how to help you through your episodes and I should have done more!"
His voice raising made her sigh, more tears fell down her cheeks.
"It's not your job to fix me, Ricky."
"But it is my job to be a good friend," Ricky started before taking a breath. He continued "I just want to go back to how it was..." He looked at her with sad eyes.
"Fine," Blake nodded with a smile as more tears fell. "I-I'm out of the episode I was in, Ricky. I'm done isolating, so fine. I want to go back to how it was, too," she sniffled, "so let's just go back. It's okay," she wiped her tears and looked at him with a the most comforting smile she could muster.
He looked at her, no words could escape his mouth as he pulled her into a hug. He held her tightly. His hands ran through her hair as he mumbled apologies into her shoulder. "It's okay," Blake confirmed.
When they separated from the hug, Blake forced a smile as she sniffled. "So we're good, Ricky."
Ricky nodded, a weak smile on his face, "Good." He grabbed the cold cloth next to them, deciding it was his turn to clean Blake up. He gently guided the cloth over her forehead, her cheeks, even her nose. The tears that stained her cheeks previously, gone.
"Thanks," she smiled at him weakly, "let's get comfy and watch some silly videos, yeah?"
He smiled at her, finally a genuine smile, and nodded. The two of them got comfortable in her bed, and she went to YouTube to turn on some Kurtis Conner videos. Laughing at every joke, they eventually both fell asleep.
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It's been a whole summer since the (now deleted) confession video. Blake and Ricky spent their summer together, making up for lost time along with Big Red.
At this point, Big Red was the only one who knew about Blake's feelings for Ricky and she intended to keep it that way. He helped her feel better every time they'd just heard Ricky talk about all of his random dates. How they weren't Nini. Then he'd go to another girl. Then back to Nini. Rinse and repeat.
It was the morning of the first day of college, Blake, Ricky, and Red took their skateboards to school, zooming past a lady who had just exited her car. "Sorry!" Ricky exclaimed, "Our bad!" Red yelled, "Excuse us!" Blake squealed.
When the three of them got to a stopping point, they grabbed their skateboards and started walking through the school doors.
"Today's the day, guys. It's happening," Ricky smiled.
"Hell yeah! College, baby," Red looked towards Blake and Ricky as he spoke, "might grow a mustache... might do a lot of things," he shrugged with a smirk.
Blake couldn't stop the snicker that escaped her lips when he mentioned the mustache, Ricky joining in while Red looked between the two of them with a death glare.
"Dude... I'm talking about Nini," he told Red, "today's the day we... start over."
Red looked at Ricky, then to Blake with a sympathetic smile. She shrugged as her and Red slowed down long enough for Blake to whisper a sarcastic "can't wait" to him with Ricky out of earshot.
The three of them walked down the halls as Ricky continued, "We texted. She sounded neutral. Nothing about bad news or needing to have a big talk, just 'hey'.... that's good, right?" He looked between Blake and Red inquisitively.
Red sighed, "summers are no-man's land, Ricky. I don't know what 'hey' means and... neither do you."
Ricky paused for a second, "I think it's good..."
The three of them arrived at Nini's locker where she stood with Kourtney, "I'm waiting for the right time to tell him," Nini told Kourtney.
"Yo, Nini! What's good?" Ricky greeted.
"How do you feel about right now..." Kourtney asked under her breath.
Nini hesitated, but turned around.
"Hey," Ricky smiled.
"Hey," Nini waved awkwardly, "Um... can we talk?"
Ricky didn't respond, only tilted his head a bit.
"I met somebody else at camp... I didn't plan-" she rushed out, but her words were quickly interrupted by Ricky.
"Wait... is this a joke?"
"Still talking here," Nini snapped at him.
Kourtney whispered underneath her breath, "ooh snap.." she looked to Nini proudly. Blake and Red only responded with a glare, and Kourtney shot back a look that very clearly said, 'what are you looking at?'
"I didn't plan for it to happen, but it happened," Nini continued, "He was Music Man, I was Marian the Librarian... it's called a showmance."
"Wait, you went to librarian camp? That's a thing?" Red asked curiously. Blake put her hand on his shoulder and shook her head, silently telling him that it wasn't the time.
"Please.... tell me you're joking," Ricky pleaded.
"I'm not," Nini stated before continuing to defend herself, "come on, Ricky! You know what you did... or, what you didn't do."
He didn't say 'I love you' back, Blake thought. That's what he did... the boy in a broken home feared saying 'I love you'.
The school bell rang, bringing Blake out of her frustrated thoughts. It was time to head to to the gym for the 'annual back-to-school kickoff'.
"I don't believe this... you're blowing me off for some theater punk you met four weeks ago at a lake?" Ricky asked rhetorically, shaking his head.
"You kinda dumped me!" Nini exclaimed.
"It was a break, not a break-up!"
"I'm sorry, Ricky. But it's a break-up now." Nini told him sternly.
"Pop off, girl!" Kourtney praised her best friend.
"Stay out of it, Kourtney," Red snapped in return.
"You stay out of it! I'm dismantling the patriarchy this year, and I am not afraid to start with you."
Nini and Kourtney walked away, leaving Ricky in shock as he tried to process the break-up that just happened. Blake placed her hand on his shoulder.
"You okay...?" she asked hesitantly. A stupid question, in retrospect.
"This is a nightmare... everything is terrible. Love is dead."
"Okayyy," Blake grabbed his arm, Red on his other side as they both guided him to start walking to the auditorium.
"... And I am also pleased to announce that this year, seniors will be allowed to wear baseball hats on Fridays," the principal at the microphone grinned.
There was a moment of awkward silence and he cleared his throat before he introduced this year's new drama teacher.
It wasn't easy to focus, though, when Ricky started talking. "Why do things have to change?"
"Some things never change, dude," Red began, "I've been wearing the same socks for three days."
Blake and Ricky looked at him with slight concern, "gross, Red," Blake told him blankly. Red's only response was a confused look, his eyebrows furrowing together.
"Go wildcats!" The new drama teacher exclaimed as she shot a t-shirt canon into the audience. She introduced herself as Miss Jen, and then the boy standing next to her, Carlos.
The bell rang and everybody was quick to stand up and get out of the auditorium. Blake, Ricky, and Red didn't rush, though as Ricky looked solemnly behind them to where Nini was sitting.
As she got up and left, Blake looked at Ricky and put her hand on his shoulder. "Let's get to class," she started, but then the Robotics teacher, Mr. Mazzara walked in, heading towards the boy formerly introduced as Carlos.
He didn't take more than a few seconds to watch Carlos practice some dance moves. "Is there somewhere you're supposed to be?"
Carlos stopped, looking him up and down as his face twisted almost in disgust. Without missing a beat, he confidently replied, "Broadway."
A giggle escaped Blake's lips before they all began to shuffle out of the auditorium.
After their first few classes, it was finally time for lunch. Blake sat at a table with Ricky and Red, she pulled out her lunch as she started people-watching.
"There he is, that's the guy she dumped me for," Ricky subtly pointed. Blake and Red followed his gaze over to see Nini with her new boyfriend talking to Kourtney.
It didn't take long for Blake to realize it was the EJ Caswell, the very same who she lost her virginity to during her senior year of high school. The same one who spread rumors and got the whole school making fun of her. She gasped quietly, putting down whatever she had in her hand at the time and quickly got up to leave.
She hadn't gotten too far before she was hearing rubber soles of shoes squeak against the glossy floors following behind her. She didn't bother to check, only speeding up her pace a bit until she found a corner in the hallway that she could hide in. She pressed her back to the wall, eyes closed as she slowly let herself sink to the ground.
Sure, Blake and Nini weren't close anymore. You could hardly call them friends at this point. But going out with the boy who turned Blake into a joke? That one hurt.
Blake finally opened her eyes to meet Ricky's, he knelt down in front of her. "I know..." He cleared his throat, looking for the right words to say before just settling with, "I'm sorry."
Blake didn't even know she was crying until Ricky slowly lifted his hand to her face, careful not to startle her as his thumb wiped away her tears. Her breath was shaky, quiet sobs escaped her throat.
"I can't breathe," she managed to say, and Ricky quickly swept up her hands in his, squeezing them gently as he tried to help ground her.
"You're having a panic attack. Look at me. Breathe," he started to take in deep breaths, persuading her to follow along.
The two of them took in deep breaths together, he nodded, whispering words of encouragement as she continued until her breathing finally evened out.
"That's it, there you go," he smiled at her.
"God, I hate panic attacks," Blake finally spoke up after her breathing calmed.
"I know. I do, too."
She wiped the tears from her eyes, "why would she do that to me? I know we aren't close anymore, but -"
Ricky interrupted her. "No buts about it. What she's doing isn't right." He pulled Blake into a hug, sitting beside her.
Red's voice called out for them as his footsteps got closer.
Ricky looked at Blake for confirmation that it was okay for Red to join them, and she nodded.
"Over here, Big Red!" He shouted in return.
Red turned the corner to see Ricky holding Blake in his arms, and he immediately ran to her other side, sitting and hugging her as well.
Blake shook her head lightly, "this is silly," she began, but Ricky quickly shut that down.
"It's not," his voice was stern, "you have every right to be upset."
Blake finally sat up straight, shaking her head and wiping her tears. She took in a deep breath, "I think I'm okay now. Let's head back to the cafeteria," she smiled at the two boys. They nodded in reply, Ricky standing up first to help pull her up, then Red.
When they got back to the cafeteria, EJ was up talking to his college swim team buddies. He looked to Blake, their eyes meeting for a second, but she looked away quickly and shook her head. 'I'm okay,' she tried to convince herself.
Blake, Ricky, and Red all sat down at the table and finished their lunches, trying to avoid looking at the new couple only a table away. When EJ wrapped his arms around Nini from behind, Ricky decided he was fed up. "I'll see you guys in class," he sneered as he rushed out of the cafeteria.
Blake and Red stood, about to leave the cafeteria, and noticed as Nini's smile fell, her gaze following Ricky out of the cafeteria. Red scoffed at Nini's reaction, "Come on," and Blake walked with him out of the cafeteria.
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Blake and Ricky rode their skateboards home together, as they usually do. She stopped in his drive way to say goodbye.
"Your dad's not home?"
She shrugged, "nothing new."
"I know," he sighed, "but I'm just saying... You can always come over."
She let out a laugh as she spoke, "Ricky, you say this every three days. It's okay," she reminded him.
"Hmm. Okay, I'll stop saying it. But only if you promise to remember," he chuckled.
"I promise," she held out her pinky and smiled.
He wrapped his pinky around hers, "good. I'll see you tomorrow."
They parted ways, going into their houses. Blake was met with multiple empty beer bottles, a half-filled box of take-out, and a previously slept on couch.
She let out a sigh, locking the door to her house and beginning to clean up. The bottles went into the trash, the blankets folded up, and she would have saved the left-over take-out if her father hadn't left it out for hours.
Once the living room was clean and the spilled beer had been mopped up in the kitchen, she went up to her room and didn't even bother to change her clothes, kicking off her shoes and turning on the TV.
"What a day," she sighed.
Before she could even pick a show to watch for the rest of the night, her phone rang.
"Red? What's up?" She answered.
"SOS. Meet up at my house," he replied and swiftly hung up.
Here we go again.
She took her skateboard to Red's house, not bothering to knock (his parents actually asked that she doesn't. "You're family!" they insisted). She waved to Red's parents and headed to his room.
She was halfway down the stairs when she knocked on the wooden surface of the railing. "I'm here," she called out.
"No. Absolutely not," Red stated. Blake was met with him playing a video game on his Xbox while Ricky paced around his room.
"Okay, I know it's crazy, dude," Ricky started, "But... She has to see me in a whole new light!"
She waited to reply, listening to find out what exactly he was going on about.
"But we hate musicals," Red reminded him.
Oh no.
"I don't hate musicals, I just think it's weird when people, like, burst into song in the middle of the street."
Blake decided to finally speak up, "Dude... That's a musical."
The two boys looked back to her and Red sighed, relieved that she was finally here to help him reason with Ricky.
"Okay, look," Ricky looked between Blake and Red, "I'm auditioning tomorrow and nothing is going to stop me."
"Do you even know the plot of High School Musical?" Red asked.
"Of course... It's about Zac Efron dancing with a basketball..." Ricky explained with confidence.
"He's not wrong," Blake whispered underneath her breath.
"Wrong," Red corrected them both, "It's about the character, Troy, having to choose between being true to his friend, Chad, or following his heart with Gabriella."
Blake and Ricky looked at him with raised eyebrows.
"Why do you know so much about High School Musical?" Blake asked suspiciously.
Red's confidence deflated, "They, uh... they play it on a loop at my allergist's office..." he confessed. "Look, the point is you're out of your league here, man. Alright? You can't pull this off."
Blake nodded her head in agreement, but Ricky shook his.
"Yeah?"
"Yes," Red confirmed.
Ricky grabbed his skateboard and helmet and took off up the stairs.
"A-and, you don't have the hair for it," Red called out as they heard the door shut.
"What the hell just happened, Red?" Blake asked in confusion.
"He just came in and started talking about how he was going to audition for the musical and win Nini back. I don't know," Red shrugged, frustrated.
Red could see the sadness in her eyes before she even spoke, "Nini... is with EJ now..." she said in almost a whisper, taking in a sharp breath as she processed.
"I'm sorry," Red said sympathetically.
"I gotta go. See you later, Red." She grabbed her skateboard and headed out the door just like Ricky did.
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Blake walked in late to her computer class, handing a pass from her guidance counselor over to Mr. Mazzara as she spotted Ricky and sat down next to him.
He had his headphones on and a movie case for High School Musical. She rolled her eyes, pulling his headphones down so he could hear her.
"What in the world are you doing, dude?"
"I'm studying," he explained.
"Ricky, this is ridiculous," she looked at his computer screen.
"Dude, if I'm going to audition for the musical, I have to study this movie."
She grabbed the movie case from his hands, "I am talking about the musical, Ricky. You can't be in a musical," she stated.
He looked at her, considering her words, but ultimately denied it. "I'm trying out for that musical."
The bell rang, an announcement over the P.A. system was given from the principal, "ladies and gentleman, a reminder that auditions for the musical will be held in the auditorium in five minutes."
Ricky stood up, taking off his headphones and pressing the eject button on the DVD player. When it didn't work, he hit it. "Come on," he said, hitting it again.
"What are you hoping to accomplish from this?" Blake questioned him, slightly amused.
He ignored her, hitting it one more time.
"Is there a problem, Mr. Bowen?" Mr. Mazzara questioned, and Ricky slowly looked up at him with his mouth open, caught red-handed.
Ricky looked at Blake while Mr. Mazzara toyed with the DVD player for a minute and she snickered at Ricky. He rolled his eyes at her but she saw the smirk he tried to hide on his lips.
"It's the first day of school and you've already damaged equipment in my new lab..." Mazzara stated without looking up from the DVD player.
"In my defense, I was studying," Ricky explained.
"Studying?" Mazzara questioned, looking at him with an eyebrow raised.
"Troy's songs..." Ricky grabbed the movie case out of Blake's hand, "High School Musical."
"That's what you were studying?"
Ricky stammered over his words.
"Stop wasting your time," Mazzara shut him down, "you don't need to massage Ms. Jenn's bruised ego just because her lights went out on broadway."
Blake's nose scrunched as she held her tongue, deciding not to express how appalled she was with Mazzara's words.
"That's not why I'm auditioning," Ricky protested.
Mazzara sighed, continuing to work on getting the DVD out of the player. Eventually, he hit the player, and it started to repeat one clip over and over. "This is my nightmare," he whispered to himself.
"Look," Ricky picked up his guitar and tapped Blake's shoulder to signal they were leaving, "I've really gotta go, but if you get the DVD out, just know that I borrowed it... from the library..." he explained, leading her out of the computer lab, "without checking it out. Wish me luck!" he finished before the two of them rushed out the door.
Blake and Ricky ran through the hallways together, dodging the few stragglers left standing around. Ricky grabbed her hand, pulling her along as he shouted, "we're gonna be late, come on!"
Blake laughed along with him, finally reaching the door to the auditorium and meeting Red who waited patiently for the two of them to arrive.
"You're late," Red stated monotonously.
"I know," Ricky groaned before finally bursting through the doors and yelling breathlessly, "Am I too late? Am I too late?"
Red and Blake hesitantly walked in behind him, quickly finding a seat in the audience.
"We're all set on Troy's, we're low on Chad's. You can read after the Gabriella's," Ms. Jenn explained quickly.
"I, uh, only studied the Troy scenes in the movie..."
Carlos turned to him and responded, "Troy would have arrived on time."
"Eh, thanks," Ms. Jenn spoke to Carlos, "let me do the talking... Okay, Nini, lets try this again," she smiled.
Blake noticed EJ sitting amongst the crowd of auditioners only seconds before he shouted, "you got this, babe!"
Blake tensed up, a sense of insecurity washed over her and a frown fell on her face. Instinctively, her gaze found Ricky, but he wasn't much comfort in this moment as his jaw clenched. Red noticed Blake tense up, and he immediately put a hand on top of hers, flashing a comforting smile.
Ms. Jenn, however, was startled and she proceeded to spill her coffee over the soundboard. The lights flickered off, leaving them all in the dark.
Ms. Jenn gasped, "Nobody panic!" She looked around, "Nini, let's wait for the lights to come back on... I don't want this to throw you."
Nini stood up a bit straighter and nodded, "I'm not thrown."
Everybody's eyes were are on her when she started singing.
"Living in my own world Didn't understand That anything can happen When you take a chance..."
She continues to sing as Ricky pulls out his phone, turning on the flash and walking closer so the light was on Nini.
"I never believed in What I couldn't see..."
EJ pushed himself up from the ground, pulling out his phone and turning his flash on, mirroring Ricky almost competitively. Blake couldn't help the scoff that escaped her lips when he looked to Ricky as if he was challenging him.
"I never opened my heart To all the possibilities..."
As soon as she finished the song, the auditorium was lit up again, EJ looking around and smiling at Nini, while Ricky's arm dropped to his side, mouth agape as he looked to her with adoration.
Blake shook her head, pushing away any feelings she had in response.
"Okay... Well thank you, Nini," Ms. Jenn smiled, "I only needed thirty-two bars but I appreciate your commitment." She turned to find Ricky, "You. Late boy. Let's do the Chad sides."
Ricky walked to the center of the stage, passing by Nini as they shared a look.
Nini sat next to EJ and he reached up, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and smiling at her.
Red and Blake quickly pushed themselves up out of their seats and walked up the steps to the stage, standing on the side to watch and support Ricky. Red flashed him a quick thumbs up in encouragement.
Ricky looked to the ground awkwardly for a moment before he faced forward again, "Hey there. I'm Ricky Bowen. I'm a freshman... and, uh... here goes."
He starts reading the script he held in front of him.
"I don't get it, Troy. What kind of spell has this elevated IQ temptress girl cast that suddenly makes you want to be in a musical?"
Red and Blake both winced at his performance, seeing everybody around them looking at Ricky in confusion.
Ricky looked to the ground with a sarcastic smirk on his lips, crunching the script in his hand.
Blake shared a look with Red, confused and a little concerned for their friend on the stage right now.
"I don't know. Maybe it's the way Gabriella always had your back," the script he's reading is one he made up in his head, and his Gabriella is Nini.
He keeps his gaze on her as he talks, "and maybe you can't stop beating yourself up for totally blowing it with her... and look, Troy... even if you never said the L-word to Gabriella, 'cause that's, like... not even a word your parents say to each other anymore... that doesn't mean that you don't. Maybe it just means you were waiting for the right time to say it," Nini's eyes met his. Ricky throws his hands up and shrugs, "so that everyone could hear it."
Red looked to Blake to confirm that she was doing okay, but she only bit her lip and looked at Ricky with sad eyes.
"So that she could," Ricky finally finished with his eyes glued to Nini.
Ms. Jenn hesitated, but finally told him to go ahead and sing.
"Oh, actually if you don't mind, I kind of prepared my own song?"
"Uh, sure," Ms. Jenn nodded.
Ricky walks over to Red and Blake, Red handing him his guitar. Ricky takes it, putting the strap around his shoulder and returning to center stage. Blake sat down on the floor, Red following suit.
Ricky's fingers plucked at his guitar, playing a song Blake vaguely recognized, though she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
"He is not doing this..." Nini whispered underneath her breath just loud enough that Blake could hear it.
"So much has happened, think of what we've done In the time that the earth has traveled 'round the sun Winter, spring, and summer, and we're back to fall We've been together hand-in-hand through it all..."
And it finally hit her.
Nini's song, when she told Ricky she loved him.
Blake fidgeted with her hands, trying to hide the sting she felt in her heart. He's still pursuing Nini after what she did to her... after what she did to him.
"It's just three little words, yeah it's not a big deal It's not like I can help feeling all that I feel And by now, I'm sure you're thinking it's so obvious But just in case it's not, what I'm saying is this What I'm saying is this..."
Blake noticed how EJ's eyebrows furrowed as he glared at Ricky, how Nini uncomfortably resituated herself but her eyes filled with fondness for the boy singing to her.
"I think I kinda you know I think I kinda you know Like the way that we flow Like the way that we go And I love - I think I kinda you know..."
Blake rolled her eyes at the way Nini's lips curled into a smile, and her gaze fell to the floor. Fixating on the black stage she sat on, she couldn't stop herself from zoning out.
Soon, the applause from the crowd brought Blake back. She looked up at Ricky who had just finished singing, his eyes still trained on Nini.
Before she could stop herself, Blake pushed herself off the ground and shouted, "Wait!"
She was suddenly very hyper aware as everybody was staring at her, so she took a deep breath before continuing, "I'd, um... like to audition for Gabriella..."
Ricky looked at her standing next to him, confusion on his face, "what?" Nini quickly forgotten.
Blake avoided Ricky's stare and looked at Ms. Jenn, hoping she'd allow it.
Ms. Jenn raised her eyebrow, "um, I... don't see why you couldn't," she said almost like a question and shrugged.
Forcing herself to face Ricky, Blake asked him if she could borrow his guitar, which he handed over to her without a thought.
"Are you sure about this?" He whispered his question before actually letting go, and she nodded.
"I'm sure."
The song she chose to sing came to her mind without any hesitation. Plucking the strings on Ricky's guitar, the same one he used to teach Blake how to play with, she started to sing.
"It's funny when you find yourself Looking from the outside I'm standing here but all I want Is to be over there..."
Instinct told her to look at Ricky when she sang, his presence would calm her nerves. But logic told her to avoid any and all eye contact. She wasn't singing this song to him.
"Why did I let myself believe Miracles could happen? 'Cause now I have to pretend That I don't really care..."
Okay... maybe she was.
"I thought you were my fairytale A dream when I'm not sleeping A wish upon a star That's coming true..."
So instead of looking for Ricky, she found Red. It was clear on his face that he knew exactly what she was thinking. He gave her a small, supportive smile.
"But everybody else could tell That I confused my feelings with the truth When there was me and you..."
Blake closed her eyes, and thought 'If I can't see anybody, then nobody is here'.
"I swore I knew the melody That I heard you singing And when you smiled you made me feel Like I could sing along... But then you went and changed the words Now my heart is empty I'm only left with used-to-be's And once upon a song... Now I know you're not a fairytale And dreams were meant for sleeping And wishes on a star Just don't come true... 'Cause now, even I can tell That I confused my feelings With the truth Because I liked the view When there was me and you..."
Without thinking, her eyes opened. She scanned the crowd, and as much as she tried to avoid eye contact with him, she couldn't stop the way her eyes locked on Ricky. She sang the rest of the song, painfully aware of the boy she was staring at.
I can't believe that I could be so blind It's like you were floating while i was falling And I didn't mind 'Cause I liked the view I thought you felt it too When there was me and you..."
Blake plucked the last string on the guitar and Ricky's eyes examined her carefully. What was she doing? Why did she avoid looking at him for so long? Why did that last note hit him so hard?
Though it only lasted for a moment, the silence was deafening.
Then, the crowd applauded.
Blake jumped, not expecting to hear any feedback from her performance, but ultimately relaxed her shoulders as Ms. Jenn smiled at her.
"Thank you, uh... what was your name?"
"Blake Sahan," an anxious smile played on her lips, and she thanked her again in return.
Passing by Nini before handing Ricky's guitar back to him, Blake ignored the frustration that was evident on Nini's face. "Thanks," she showed appreciation to Ricky for letting her borrow his guitar.
He hesitated to grab his guitar from her but nodded his head in reply, still a bit shocked by her sudden decision to audition.
Blake, Red, and Ricky all left the auditorium, walking through the halls towards the exit of Salt Lake Community College.
"Well that... happened," Ricky stated.
"I thought it was good," Red told him before looking at Blake, "you both were."
Ricky looked at Blake, "You did... really well," he breathed out his last two words as if he wasn't sure if they were the right ones. Blake was about to reply before Nini came running around the corner shouting, "Hey!"
The three of them stopped and turned to face her.
"What are you doing here?" She asked Ricky, ignoring Blake and Red.
"I'm auditioning," Ricky responded quietly.
"You hate musicals."
"That's a little harsh..."
"We got kicked out of The Greatest Showman because you kept yelling 'that's not realistic!' at the screen."
"That was the old me," Ricky defended, "the new me thinks musicals are.... awesome."
"Hmm," Nini raised an eyebrow at him, "well let me tell you about the old me. The old me had her heart broken, okay? And then she went away and she found herself. And you don't get to show up now. Just to try and... confuse things."
"You think that's why I'm here?" Ricky shook his head, "No, no. Nini, I always believed in you. In us. Even if I sucked at showing it. That's why I'm here."
Blake sighed, ready to walk away, get out of wherever they were. She wasn't sure if it was just Ricky's words or if the hallway they were in actually was getting smaller, but she felt as if she was in a box.
Before Blake could move, Carlos came around the corner loudly, "Clear!"
He was followed by pretty much everybody who was just in auditions, including Kourtney who immediately tugged Nini away from Ricky. "Carlos is posting the cast list!"
"I don't... not love you..." Ricky told Nini under his breath, knowing she couldn't hear him now even if she wanted to.
She should be used to this, Blake thought. The heartbreak every time he told Nini how much he cared about her. But she wasn't. It still broke her heart all the same as it did before, and her stomach dropped when she realized that if she wasn't careful, she could spiral into another episode. If she wasn't careful, this could be just another repeat of last year.
She wished that her first two days of school weren't just a continuous loop of sadness, being in love with her best friend who was pining so desperately over another girl. Someone who betrayed them both, at that.
She watched as Red did the work for both of them, approaching the green paper that was taped to the wall. He looked over it and Blake waited anxiously. When she decided on a whim to audition, she forgot that she would actually have to be in the musical one way or another.
Ricky slowly walked towards the paper as well, moving between the crowd that quickly died out so he could read the results.
"Holy crap, dude," Red told them with his mouth hung open.
Ricky was Troy.
And Blake was the understudy for Gabriella.
. . .
Chapter Two ->
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as a certified shy bean ^tm could you do some tlb x shy read hc? >WW<
heya lovely! tysm for requesting this. i hope you enjoy what i came up with and sorry that it took me so long to post it! (': <3 - mae
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The Lost Boy's x Shy Reader Hc's:
David:
° For some reason he loves to tease you whenever you get all shy, because you’re just too adorable. He loves getting a reaction out of you so he may come across as a sarcastic menace at times. However, it’s all in good fun.
° Anybody else who makes fun of your shyness gets flawlessly roasted to filth by this confident snarky vampire. He doesn’t spare any feelings.
° He loves it when you begin to grow more comfortable in his presence, because, “Was there really any need to be shy, kitten? I don’t bite.” Lmaoo but he definitely does!
° Groups and big crowds may not be your thing, which David doesn’t mind. Sure he might tease you but he gets it; people suck anyway. He’s not much of a people person himself, if he’s being honest.
° If the other boys are being too wild for you David tells them to knock it off and they do. One leather finger or smooth bleached eyebrow raised ensures they keep their traps shut.
° David is surely the one that helps you get out of your comfort zone slowly and subtly. He’s persuasive, but he’s not exactly Paul. This entails that he won’t hold your hand and parade around the town with you. He’s more inclined to go, “What’s the one thing you’ve always wanted to do (within reason) and never have?”
° Thus expect to do said thing with David - even if it is a little lame. David won’t judge! He’s gonna ease you into the scene and his comfort comes in more subtle fashions, like a hand on the small of your back, his tickling breath in your ear and so on.
° This Prince of Darkness™ is all about making you feel as comfortable as he possibly can. He’s extremely fond of you (maybe even a little soft), which covers all aspects of your being. If he were to reject your shyness, that wouldn’t be very David of him, now would it?
Dwayne:
° Honestly, Dwayne is the most patient of the four and gets the whole quiet thing you’ve got going on. He’s like your rock, bridging you between his rowdy/obnoxious brothers, and your quiet safe space.
° He takes on a natural role of being a protector and checking in on you when you seem to become more quiet than usual. Dwayne gives you the space that you need whilst also maintaining that you don’t isolate yourself too often. He’s a balance. Also, his protectiveness comes in the shape of him understanding you can hold your own completely fine, but he’s there to ward off those less understanding or willing to take advantage of you.
° Not going to lie, he’s probably the most confident out of you both so has no problem ordering food, movie tickets/snacks, etc. He’s just the kindest and sweetest about it. He makes you feel empowered, accepting you for who you are, because Dwayne is a sweet boii!
° Dwayne’s quiet, not shy, which is a huge difference. So be prepared for him to grow hyper and excitable once he’s comfortable around you. You’ll think he’s got Mexican Jumping Beans in his pants or something sometimes lmaoo! He does expect the same from you too, because he understands that someone who’s shy doesn’t necessarily negate them from having a great sense of humor, passions, personality and so on. Dwayne welcomes any weirdness that you bring to the table, because that makes you, you!
° Never apologise for your shyness, because Dwayne finds it incredibly adorable. It doesn’t bug him at all and it would bum him out if you weren’t confident in yourself.
° He pulls you out of your comfort zone along with him, making you feel safe when engaging in new things. Dwayne never forces anything upon you, instead letting you explore things naturally.
° He grins all big and teases you a little when you get all shy. He’s a little bit sadistic, so a little embarrassment from you won’t hurt.
° He repays you in kisses and soft nips on your shoulder, with apologies whispered onto your skin. It’s not sultry, but he’s attempting to hide the humour in his tone.
Marko:
° Around others Marko doesn’t know - and people that he doesn’t like -, he isn’t his complete self. So in some ways, he relates to your shyness too. That is until Dwayne explains to him that other factors may come into play that go beyond withdrawing or distrust.
° Oh boy does Marko tease you because he loves how embarrassed you get. But no one else can tease you because he takes their motivations as bad ones. Marko is the most sadistic out of the boys, next to David of course, so sometimes he can be a bit heavy, but his intentions weren’t to hurt you. He just likes getting under your skin a little is all.
° He’s incredibly protective of you and likes to slowly introduce you to new things - especially when Paul’s involved, as Twisted Sister may be inclined to get a bit too wild.
° He once started a fight with a Surf Nazi for ramming into you and when you didn’t have the courage to say anything, Marko did.
° “Hey asshat!” Is all Marko said before fists were flying! It’s safe to say that Surf Nazi became dinner for him in the late hours of the night when David was distracting you in the Cave.
° Animals have a healing effect, so when things are overwhelming in the sensory department, Marko will take you to see his pigeons and other animals he’s befriended. A pigeon will just perch itself on your knee, it’s little eyes blinking several times before Marko says, “I think Tubro likes you, babes!”
° Turbo definitely pecks him whenever Marko touches you, which makes him complain in a disgruntled fashion that his pet bird is a “traitor”. It certainly makes you laugh, which makes Marko grin beautifully.
Paul:
° Paul is the least understanding about your shyness, but he’s good natured about it. He tries to understand, yet finds it challenging. It’s just that Paul is insanely extroverted so he thinks for a moment that you may be hiding your personality from him as if you don’t like him or aren’t comfortable in his presence. Both theories dishearten him quite a bit until Dwayne becomes your saving grace: and once Paul gets that you’re just shy, he thus takes things less personally. (He’s a bit of a drama queen lmaoo.)
° All bets are off now, and he teases you a ton! It’s almost relentless at points in time. He finds your teasing cutesie and goes out of his way to make you shy. He loves that you grow comfortable enough to engage in harmless, playful banter with him. Be warned that his teasing can go too far, but he’ll always apologise sincerely with that playful grin you’ve grown to love. You can’t resist his charms!
° Paul is the best to venture out of your comfort zone as he acts like a big clown in order to make you laugh and feel at ease. He helps you have fun doing whatever it is that you’re doing!
° “This’s a first for me too, babes. No harm in winging it, right?” Although he has got a vibrant smile on his countenance, his words are joyfully comforting. Paul makes you feel exhilarated and safe at the same time.
° He doesn’t ever make you feel bad for being shy, encouraging you instead to just be yourself. You help even him out, but can also keep up with Paul’s unpredictable hyperness. You gotta be a bit wild and non-judgemental to be with him.
° Expect Paul to get bored whilst doing the same things too many times in a row, especially if they’re quieter activities. Balancing things out is best for both of you.
° He’s also pretty clingy, which entails that he doesn’t understand the concept of personal space all too well. So if you’re independent to a high degree, Paul may become mopey and press boundaries, because he craves your company and touch. He likes having you around is all. He’s a social creature.
° Paul will also ask questions that may be a bit insensitive, because he’s just a curious guy! He wants to know why you keep doing x,y and z.
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Haikyuu marching band HCs
Lol this is my very first au and HC
Warning it is VERY VERY long
It’s 6969 words 😂
Hinata:
I definitely see him as a trumpet player 
Seriously
He’s chaotic
Loud
Has the capacity lung wise to be loud
Sucks ass at it though and is last chair
Like muhfucka can barely play his concert Bb scale like 🤨
Bitch how u gonna be first chair if you can barely play a beginning level scale 🤨
His goal is absolutely to be brass captain or at least trumpet section leader on the field and first chair for concert
Basically he has a lot of work to do before getting that far
Has to enlist help from third years a lot 
Can’t play a high note without passing out
Seriously thinks he can chair challenge Atsumu or Ushijima (spoiler alert he can’t)
Kageyama:
I can see him playing clarinet honestly
Constantly is trying for solos  
But can’t get any
He isn’t last chair but is pretty far away from first chair
He can play high notes but they sound absolutely awful and are always flat
His technique tonguing and finger wise are really good
But his tone sucks ass
Honestly thinks he can one up Oikawa and eventually take woodwind captain from him
Problem is though is that Kageyama doesn’t have the social capacity to be a leader of any kind 
Is trying to chair challenge people but keeps losing
Only one he was able to successfully do was against kindaichi but only cause Kindaichi was hella unprepared 
Kindaichi ended up taking his chair placement back from him 😂 
He’s like 6th to last chair out of like 18 people 
Tsukishima 
Clarinet all the way
Really good
3rd chair
Could not give less of a shit about leadership
Makes fun of Kageyama every. Single. Time he fails a chair challenge 
Annihilated Kageyama when he tried to chair challenge him 
The tuba section keeps trying to recruit him for his height 
Bokuto and Kuroo keep trying and failing to
Has to help Yamaguchi with transposing because some instruments are weird with transposing
Overall does not care about chair placement except when challenged by someone stupid like Kageyama 
Makes fun of Hinata for sucking absolute ass and not being able to play the chromatic scale
Doesn’t practice beyond the bare minimum but is still better than Kageyama who is always practicing
Yamaguchi
Plays alto sax
He wants to be good enough to get one sax solo at least 
Knows he could be cut out for leadership but is too shy
Fell ass backwards into 4th chair somehow
Probs because he’s pretty decent at sight reading 
Keeps forgetting how to transpose for concert scales and key signatures 
Can play 32nd notes for some reason but can’t perfectly hit it all the time 
Despite being the way he is he can play fucking LOUD
The section was playing careless whisper as a meme at a football game and he accidentally held the last note too long and everyone immediately figured out that he single handedly carried the whole ass section during the song 
Is waaaaaaayyyyy to shy to ask his section leaders for help with stuff he can’t do and is too scared to ask Oikawa for help with drill despite it always being offered to everyone regardless of seniority status (unless it’s Kageyama cause ya know)
Overall everyone really likes him and keeps pushing him to go for 1st chair in concert at least
Yachi
Precious smol bean is in guard and always gets scared when having to do big tosses like doubles or anything bigger than a single on flag or triple on rifle
The first time she got a big toss everyone cheered 
This also happened in front of the band
She got screams of “Congratulations!” from everybody outside of her section and got heavy praise from the leaders afterwards who had seen her struggle for so long
Everyone loves her too
All the section leaders love her too
Hell that night Oikawa, Bokuto, Kuroo, Kiyoko, and Hinata took her out to dinner and refused to let her pay for it
And because of that she became more confident and tried more even if it got her hurt
Because her peeps had her back always and all the time
(shout out to Suga for always seeing it when it happens and taking care of it afterwards)
Nishinoya
Euphonium 
Easily
He may be smol but holy hell can he be LOUD on euph
Not big enough for tuba but plays this behemoth on the field and trombone for concert
Good enough to be assistant section leader on the field and second chair in concert for trombone 
Uses his good playing for memes with Tanaka 
Likes to mess with his section mates by sneaking up on them and playing jaws but doesn’t realize it doesn’t have the same effect as the tuba does 
Hides Ennoshita’s and Asahi’s instruments constantly
Daichi gets mad at him and makes him run all the time for this 
Iwaizumi makes him run too
Basically the drum majors and brass captain are always on his and Tanaka’s asses for them being chaotic degenerates
That doesn’t stop noya from getting a shit load of jazz solos or wind solos 
Tanaka
Tuba
Tuba
Tuba
Definition of the chaotic tuba player
He’s good but can’t hit the super low register
Keeps trying to pedal but can’t 😂 
Kuroo and Bokuto do not handle him at all so poor Iwaizumi has to be on his ass all the time 
Always gets yelled at by Daichi and makes him run with Noya when they both fuck up or one does something stupid but no one knows who did it 
Like that one time someone vandalized the colorguard room and no one knew who did it
They both ran but neither of them actually did it 💀 
Thinks he’s all that but he’s 7th chair out of 14 tubas so he cuttin it reeeeaaaaal close to being considered trash
Only made the second level concert class (symphonic band)
Poor Noya didn’t have him in Wind Ensemble with him which made everyone sigh with relief so no one could cause chaos
Is still mad that he wasn’t in Wind Ensemble despite him being third chair in Symphonic
The other 3 second years (couldn’t remember any of em but Ennoshita because they are irrelevant)
They’re all clarinets 
They’re all pretty mid
 Ennoshita is trying to go for drum major tho
That’s really it
Asahi
The only calm tuba player
Seriously
But
He can hit a pedal note
Which Tanaka is salty about
Asahi is 4th chair in wind and so 4th overall
Not bad
Plays well just can’t be loud
Gets so scared when Noya hides his horn
He never tattles but Iwa and Daichi still find out
Has to carry his mouthpiece with him because of this 
Has a good tone 
Faints when 16th notes appear in the show music tho
But otherwise pretty good
Suga
Finally a flute
Thank god
3rd chair 
Assistant section leader of this enormous section
Like 40 people big
Respects Osamu as his head section leader
That doesn’t stop him from chair challenging ‘Samu all the time
He wins half the time but gets usurped all the time 
Seriously someone help the band director
Poor Daichi has to watch this shit all the time 
Has gotten a few solis 
Mainly if there was a flute quartet he’d make it
Same with a trio
Rarely has gotten a solo
Only in Symphonic his 1st year was he able to achieve this every time 
He’s like hella good with theory tho
Is the reason Asahi doesn’t die on sight with 8th notes
Helps anyone who needs help with their uniforms or if they get injured 
Sole “helper” of the bands cripple tent during practice where mostly guard kids go and anyone who was unfortunate enough to get hit with equipment 
He also has a tendency to treat his section mates like his own baby ducklings so if someone hurts one of them he finna be on yo ass for it
Checks in on every individual person separately at random an adjust shoots the shit with them so they can have a buddy to talk to
He basically is the band’s unofficial nurse and he is regularly scolding the same like 8 people for not drinking their water and passing out due to heat exhaustion
Daichi
Drum major (duh)
He plays French Horn and played Mellophone before he was drum major
Takes his job seriously 
Always has to make the same 8 people run
And those people are:
Nishinoya, Tanaka, Matsukawa, Hanamaki, Atsumu, Hinata, Kageyama, and Terushima
There was a time once where he made all 8 of them do their own separate running block after practice and had poor Iwaizumi controlling the Glock Block from the sidelines
Is actually 3rd chair in Wind Ensemble
He’s good but there are 2 people better than him
He doesn’t mind this
He has all the attention on the field and it’s nice to have a break from that in his concert class
Has practice running like a well oiled machine despite the 8 morons 
He does his best at section leader meetings to remind section leaders and captains to bond with their sections and squads
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Kiyoko
Drum Major
Did colorguard up until the point that someone realized she played every kind of saxophone known to man and had a wicked sense of timing and conducting skills
She’s always making note of what she can do better to conduct better at shows 
Makes her conducting large and easy to see
Rarely makes people run
She always is refilling the big jug in case people run out of water during practice
Has to constantly deal with womanizing morons like Yahaba and the other altos so she looks at Akaashi when she’s uncomfortable and Akaashi makes those morons run
Brings up her notes and observations at leader meetings regarding timing, ways every section can contribute after practice to make things more efficient, and best of all she brings up how to make the bus rides not suck for people and have solutions for people who get car sick
Seriously she was on the bus Hinata was on when he puked all over the floor in the back of the bus on Noya and Tanaka 
She never has to worry about any leaders disrespecting her because they only drink their respect women juice or are already women
Makes sure the colorguard kids understand how conducting works and how to keep in time with the major’s hands during practice without the assistance of the metronome
She also always carries pads and tampons should anyone ever need any sort of sanitary products at rehearsal
NEKOMA
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Kuroo
Tuba section leader
Yep
He’s one of the 2 reasons several others have to make Tanaka, Matsukawa, and Hanamaki run
Hell sometimes he gets told to run and his entire argument is “what did I do? That’s right. The answer is nothing 💅🏻 ”
Next thing he knows Kenma is popping behind him with pictures of Daishou on his phone and threatening him with them saying he’ll call him if he doesn’t get his ass running 😂
But all jokes aside he’s a pretty good leader
Always making sure his underclassmen understand their drill and music
He also is always keeping track of everyone’s grades so no one has to get kicked out for having a too low GPA
He’s 2nd chair in the wind ensemble class (he’s only a little salty but not very much)
Sometimes he shows up to the concert band class where most of the underclassmen are and terrorizes everyone in his section by sneaking up behind them and asks them if they’ve been practicing outside of rehearsal like they’re supposed to
The one he terrorizes the most is Lev who is the newest to the instrument because he keeps complaining about the weight
And everytime he does Kuroo shoots back with “well if you’re complaining this bad with a sousaphone I don’t look forward to your complaints about when we get contras”
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Kenma
Assistant bari sax section leader
He picked it because:1. Kuroo is a brass player so that equals less Kuroo harassment and 2: his music isn’t always super complicated so he can afford to be lazy
He realized soon enough he picked the right instrument family because even though the woodwinds are chaotic they aren’t like the brass who are constantly doing stupid shit that makes Daichi mad
Does not like going to section leader meetings
Not because Kuroo is there (they are best friends after all)
But because it means more work for him later 
And he’s gotta listen to Atsumu talk about how great his section is (despite it being a dumpster fire half the time)
The only thing he likes about leader meetings is getting to complain about the alto sax players (except Yamaguchi because he’s chill) 
He also likes complaining about how much of assholes some of the clarinets are and a very very small handful of flutes (like maybe 3 at most)
He manages to turn his drill into a video game somehow and memorizes it that way.
He syncs up the show music up to it too
No one knows where he gets the time to do this
He almost never practices outside of rehearsal and still is better than the section leader somehow
Like mofo is 1st chair in Wind Ensemble directly diagonal from Kuroo
He’s the one who tunes the class at the beginning
Because screw the clarinets they’re never in tune (there I said it)
Warms up with video game music which is actually a lot harder than it looks.
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Yamamoto
Euphonium section leader (jee I wonder why Iwa is always the one who has to keep Noya in check…)
He’s about as chaotic as you’d expect
First guy to go shirtless at practice
Or just shows up to band camp with no shirt
Everyone is just used to it by now honestly
Or if he does he wears those super low cut tank tops where the “sleeves” sag hella low 
Only one without a weird farmers tan
Gets mad that he has no tan lines like…dude…wtf
His chaoticness is the reason the morale with the euphs is high
And strangely for how chaotic he is he never really causes trouble
Just responds really emphatically
Is always the one of first ones to finish running regular laps for conditioning (I’m telling you band kids do A LOT of running)
Plays the loudest without a doubt
First chair trombone in Wind Ensemble with Noya always challenging him 
Seriously the back and forth is insane they sit next to the baritones so this means that any real authority over these 2 is kinda far away
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Yaku
Bass clarinet section leader
Always keeps an eye on the low winds because there’s some weird shit that happens there
Never with Kenma though
It always starts because of the tenors getting into it with them about who sounds better them or the altos 
Yaku always elbow dives into this to get it to stop and just says “you both sound good now leave my section alone 
Keeps an eye on Kenma to make sure he’s not trying to either fall asleep or avoid drinking water
Always carries reeds of all sizes
Hell he even carries bassoon and oboe reeds
Is the biggest cork grease supplier 2nd only to Oikawa
He’s always having to fix reeded instruments because he’s the only one who knows how to for some reason
He’s like a mom to a bunch of toddlers basically
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Fukunaga
Alto sax section leader
He honestly tries his best
But alas people are just degenerates sometimes
1st chair alto in wind and the ensemble overall
Ultimate drink supplier
No one knows where he gets his supply from and no one questions it either
Always takes part in the “get Kenma to try harder” activities
Let’s just say Yaku has had to fix his horn more than 25 times because of this 
If there’s an alto sax solo he gets it by default because everyone else will try to kill each other to get it
It’s hilarious to him when everyone else asks if he’s gonna give it up and he just…doesn’t respond
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Lev
Last chair tuba player
Like…last in concert band bad
Can only play like 3 notes bad
This gives Kuroo and Bokuto a good reason to harass him into him getting more help during sectionals because they’re honestly sick of his shit
The only one who can help him is Iwa because his section leaders are either not patient enough to deal with him or are too airheaded to help
So Lev got roped into the sectionals that were 4 times a week to help the people who were struggling get the extra attention and personal assistance needed
He got forced to go by all of his senpais
Like he literally got his ass dragged there with his collar by Kuroo 
Poor boi kept trying to leave insisting he was ok and he could handle himself
Hinata eventually convinced him to stay and that’s the thing that made Lev willingly go there that moment onward
Tries to harass Kenma only for his water jug to mysteriously go missing and then Daichi made him give Lev’s jug back
Lev never harassed Kenma after having to go the entire 9 hour practice with no water
FUKURODANI
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Bokuto
Assistant tuba section leader
Can’t keep a serious face for shit during sectionals
Always making silly faces to make his shy underclassmen come out of their shells
This works all of the time
Despite his silly flippant attitude he is the 3rd chair tuba in wind ensemble and surprisingly good at what he does
Is always getting into pedal (the lowest possible note on a tube) competitions with Kuroo to see who can do it better
Never makes any of his sectionmates run because he doesn’t believe in discipline for some reason
Always cracks jokes at leader meetings 
His chaotic energy is harmless until he hits emo mode after losing something like penny wars or even a competition
It takes a bit for his smile to comeback
If anyone needs life help he’s always there and ready to hear anyone out regardless of section
Flute player having relationship problems? He gotchu. Trumpet player having issues with his alto sax best friend? He gotchu.
Hell he is even willing to help people who have no lunch out
Or sits with the lonely people who want friends but have a hard time making them
That’s why he’s a section leader
He brings people together and uplifts them
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Akaashi
4th chair flute player
Almost was assistant section leader 
Suga did slightly better than him in the interview
Even then he still helps people out and keeps immaculate tabs on a lot of things 
The instrument shelves are a mess and people can’t find their instruments? Boom he fixes it and makes a stupid-proof system
Rarely gets competitive
If its a solo he likes he’ll try to go for it
But respectfully
Not stereotypical going to war for the solo kinda guy
If he doesn’t get the solo he understands 
He doesn’t cry about it
Just tries better next time
Everyone respects him for it 
Makes sure people are drinking water
As in just friendly reminders to
Is good with academics so he helps out where he can
Tutors underclassmen and Bokuto for free
Goes for drum major and gets it
So it ends up being him, Daichi, Kiyoko, and Kita
4 very efficient drum majors
Is like the other woodwind mom despite being a drum major
Always is checking in on woodwind sectionals
Conducting if someone needs him to
People are always saying he’s their favorite drum major 🙂
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Kaori and Yukie:
Colorguard captains
Constantly hyping everyone up
They make people run if they hit anyone 
Warns the girls not to get duped by Atsumu
Constantly has dance parties so everyone is happy and comfortable
Always get put in charge of trash because they don’t do anything else to contribute to the field or band room
AOBA JOHSAI
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Oikawa
FINALLY
BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE
1st chair flute overall
Woodwind captain
Takes his job very seriously
Flute repair magician
Gets like every solo
As in 99/100 solos
Never is able to be chair challenged 
Seriously the director just has him play the chair placement piece for everyone and he hands the random numbers out to everyone for when they play
He never has to partake since no one is even close to his skill level
Both as a musician and flute player
Is literally the best woodwind captain anyone could have asked for
Asks EVERYONE if they need help
Like if he notices you don’t have a stretching partner? He gotchu
Struggling to understand why you’re messing up a specific part of a song? He’ll sit next to you and guide you through it regardless of instrument
Transposing master
Is the reason the concert band kiddos understand how transposing works
Like he’ll write on the white board in very neat printing: TRUMPETS/CLARINETS GO UP 1 FULL STEP, ALTO SAXOPHONES DOWN 3 WHOLE STEPS etc.
Makes cheat sheets for all the underclassmen who struggle with key signatures 
At practice during warm up he personally tunes everyone in his section and anyone the other section leaders may have forgotten
He does water jug checks
Where Akaashi just reminds people to drink water Oikawa straight up opens someone’s water jug to make sure they either brought water or have been drinking it
If he suspects someone hasn’t been drinking their water he puts his jug close to theirs and watches them like a hawk while drinking his water
For example:
“Hey Y/N are you making sure to stay hydrated?”
“Y-yes?”
“May I see?” opens your jug to see it's bone dry from not being filled at all “ah here’s the problem! There’s none in here! I’ll be right back!”
And he’s off to fill your jug to the brim
“Here you go! Now make sure you stay hydrated. It's hot out today 😉!”
And he stands there and watches you drink
Like no joke he WILL make sure you do it
AND he checks your jug right after practice to make sure it’s more than half empty
He also makes sure people are wearing their sunscreen
Don’t like sunscreen? Too bad he’s already spraying you with his and then rubbing it in
Sitting alone at lunch/dinner break?
Boom a wild Oikawa appears out of nowhere and sits across from you too
Remember the water jug thing from earlier?
Yeah he does that with food too
Don’t have any food? He’s grabbing something from the vending machine
Don't even try to think of paying him back for it
He wants to make sure everyone is happy and healthy!
Don’t have any friends? He’s inviting you over to his normal table and smoothly integrating you into the conversation
He also really cares about people especially when something happens (ie someone passes out on the field
He always is the one to carry them to shade and sit with them for a while while they recover and he makes sure they rest before going back out there again
He also likes hugging people in his section randomly with no warning
[[[Ye imma have to make this it’s own thing…]]]
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Iwaizumi
Brass captain 
1st chair tuba overall
Wants to strangle Nishinoya, Tanaka, Matsukawa, Hanamaki, Atsumu, and Hinata like all the time for fucking things up all the time
He glares at Atsumu all the time at leader meetings as if to say ‘don’t you say a fucking word unless it’s absolutely necessary”
Runs the after school extra sectionals for anyone who needs it
Gets Oikawa to help with the woodwinds because he knows more about that than he does
Had to tell Lev several times to stop trying to blow without buzzing his lips
And as much as some of the people in his own section gets on his nerves he loves ‘em all like brothers
Has to scare Hinata into not overblowing and passing out (this causes him to faint anyway but Iwa’s trying his best)
Even if you’re not in brass he’s always willing to help with pushing props
Literally doesn’t matter if he’s got somewhere to be 
He’s gonna help
He hates watching people be ditched by the other people who are on that prop with them
He WILL ask you who else is supposed to help you with the prop and pressures you into giving their names and sections and reporting them to their leaders/captains respectively
Bari-sax player ditching you? He’s already texting Yaku, Kenma, and Oikawa
Someone who’s a snare supposed to help you? Too late he’s already texting Suna and Kyotani 
Doesn’t matter how much you protest he’s gonna report them
Brass kid ditch you? Uh-oh. If it’s a tuba they’re in mega trouble with him. If it’s any other section he tell their leaders.
Hell it’s the only time Noya makes people run
Refuse to run your laps because you were being stupid? Hes literally chasing you while you chase Noya who’s got ur instrument
Mofo does NOT mess around
Not kidding 
But if you need help he’s gotchu
Also checks in on his peeps to make sure they’re taking care of themselves
But is more aggressive and direct about it
In a loving way of course
Didn’t bring water to practice in your jug because you think water is for the weak? Next time you come back for a water break he’s shoving it into your hands and telling you to drink until he tells you to stop
[[[Stg imma make his own too]]]
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Hanamaki
5th chair tuba overall
He and Mattsun are always doing some kind of degen bullshit
He and Mattsun vandalized the guard room
They almost got away with it
If it wasn’t for Kyotani catching them in the act and caught them red handed doing it
Is pretty good and doesn’t try too hard
Doesn’t go all out until he's improving for visual stuff
Does the weirdest shit for visual stuff too
You’d think having a sousa/contra would deter him from being able to do a lot
But he can do a lot
Once put his foot on Hinata’s shoulder during a show and no it did not end well for him
Iwa ended up hitting him with a chair he was so fucking mad
He’s Fukunaga’s most frequent buyer
Seriously he’s made bank of of Makki and Mattsun
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Matsukawa
Speaking of Mattsun
6th chair tuba overall 
Is the mastermind of all the degen bullshit
Bribes Makki into joining him
Steals Lev’s mouthpiece just for shits and giggles 
Sends memes to Makki during Symphonic band all the time
And Makki reciprocates
They also clown on Tanaka in the Symphonic tuba chat since there's like 10 of them in there
Also is a frequent buyer from Fukunaga
Is the reason Makki can still buy from him
Well and he also sells valve oil at a weirdly small markup
But he still makes bank from it
Pranked lev by putting fiberglass polish instead of silver brass polish in his polish so his tuba is a weird white color and he has to scramble with Asahi to fix it
He’s really good at making it look like Nishinoya or Tanaka did all the pranks for some reason
Sometimes Iwa catches on and busts his ass for it
Also Rickrolled the whole class by proxy just by Rickrolling the band teacher during the middle of class
Once stole Kyotani’s drumsticks and ended up getting hit with a snare drum harness
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Kyotani
Snare section leader
Is scary as fuck to EVERYONE
Only Suna isn’t scared of him bc of all the blackmail content he’s got on the bastard
Is CONSTANTLY making people in his section run for disrespecting him
Makes up for his shitty attitude and behavior with how good he is
Not just playing either
His sticktricks are fucking GOD TIER
Makes Terushima look like a noob
The only snare player who understands how the fuck dynamics work
Got mad at a colorguard girl for stealing his stick tape
Got back at her by stealing all of her tapes
Tries not to interact with anyone at leader meetings 
Gets roped into leader bonding activities with a bunch of eccentric wind leaders for some reason
Always is practicing subconsciously
Doesn’t matter where he is
He always is
He also leads by example
Except for getting into fights at competitions 
Then its an issue
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Yahaba
Alto sax scrub
Alto sax scrub
Alto sax scrub
Alto sax scrub
Alto sax scrub
Seriously he is the definition of the alto sax player being a dick stereotype
Thinks he’s all that when in reality he's in the lower middle chair area in symphonic
Tries to one up people and fails hilariously
Tries to challenge people and fails all the time
Fukunaga tells him he needs to stop doing that because it’s wasting people’s time
Is always being made to run by Fukunaga (and Oikawa if he enlists his help)
Tries to act like he’s better than people
Tries to form cliques and fails 
Only ends up making friends with all the tom players who think they’re all super stars
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Watari
Bass drum player
In Between mediocre and really good
Feels like it’s nothing to write home about 
Is probs the most humble person in the entire battery squad
Pleasant
Helpful
Quiet
And he performs well
And thats all there is to it
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Kindaichi
Clarinet
As mentioned earlier he’s a clarinet and takes joy in being a higher chair than Kageyama
He does his best and is always praised for his efforts
He even once got a “good job” from Oikawa during his concert band class
Always has TonalEnergy open on his phone
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Kunimi
Clarinet
Always on his phone
But still a higher chair than Kageyama
Really kinda blends in and that’s all he wants
Never causes a ruckus
And all the leaders are thankful for that
SHIRATORIZAWA
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Ushijima
Trumpet section leader
Constantly bugs Oikawa with the same phrase over and over again:
“You should have become a trumpet. We could have been a good duo”
This of course pisses Oikawa off to no end 
And what does Oikawa do since he’s in a higher power than Ushijima?
That’s right
He makes his large ass run 2 laps
And then Daichi makes him run for abuse of power
He still thinks it was worth it
Hinata looks up to him and wants to be better than him one day
He could honestly care less at that point
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Tendou
Tenor saxophone section leader 
Best section leader anyone could ask for 
Good at what he does
Fun
Nice
Helpful
Fucking loves playing “Careless Whisper” at fff near Semi
Always makes weird faces while playing it
1st chair in wind
Constantly is sending memes back and forth with Mattsun and Makki during class when he doesn’t have to play
Has like 15 squad shirts for some reason
So if an underclassmen ever needs one he pipes up with “I have an extra!” it might be big on them tho
Is like super chill about people having to not practice or even being late
Unless you show up like an hour late 
Then he gets mad
And he makes you run 3 laps around the field
But anyway
He knows how to play EVERY SINGLE ANIME OPENING EVER
No one knows how
But if anyone ever wants any or any popular music he’s already got the score he wrote for it
Because this motherfucker of course has perfect and absolute pitch
He don’t need a fucking tuner to know if he or someone else is out of line tune wise
He also gets bothered if someone is out of tune even by .2 cents
Hell he went bonkers after hearing Yahaba being 10 cents flat for more than half of the practice
The look on his face could be confused for murderous
Kept glaring at Yahaba and this cocky fuck only smirked at him
Hell Oikawa was getting concerned so he just made him run until he finally agreed to tune his instrument properly
Other than that he’s really sweet to everyone 
He always makes sure his underclassmen are ok
Like if you trip while running and get injured he’s gonna carry you over to the Cripple Tent(™) 
Even if you protest he’s gonna do it
Is the only person who can deal with first years who were stupid enough to drink milk before practice and then puke all over the field
Is always used as an example of someone who has perfect marching technique
Hell the coaches asked him to go around and help his peers perfect their technique as well
If you were someone who struggled with something and finally got it he would reward you with something small as a good job
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Semi
Mellophone section leader
Is the strictest motherfucker you’ve ever seen 
Like makes his whole section run before and after practice
Makes em run double before and after practice on top of extra laps should they fuck up
Doesn’t take any jokes 
Seriously one time Goshiki made a joke about how mello mouth pieces don’t make as good kazoos as trumpet mouth pieces and holy fuck Semi just went into dictator mode and fucking yelled him that he needed to run a lap right at that second for being disrespectful
Other than business he’s kinda chill
People only like him on beach day and bus rides to comps or festivals
Everyone likes chill Semi
No one dares to make Semi mad when he is finally being chill
They just want that to last tbh
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Shirabu
Assistant Mellophone section leader
Is calm and chill all the time
So imagine what it’s like when everyone is approaching Shirabu and not Semi for their inquiries about anything ranging from music to academics
He is always the guy to bring the drinks to brass parties
He also for some reason has a bunch of euph players who have adopted him as their newest resident introvert
Doesn’t really speak just does his stuff and hopes people will follow suit
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Goshiki
Trumpet bby
Easy
He’s always trying to get praise from Ushijima and never does
Sometimes he just gets praise from Hinata and maybe Shirabu
He’s got a very friendly productive rivalry with Hinata so they both can get better
Hinata can hit an enormously high screamer note and have it sound good for some reason which Goshiki hopes to be able to beat but continues to faint when he tries
Always is boasting about how someday he’s gonna be trumpet section leader or brass captain
He once got praise from Atsumu and fucking fainted and fell backwards stiff as a board to the ground
Atsumu started doing it more often because of Goshiki’s reaction
He miraculously never got hurt from any of these incidents
INARIZAKI
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Atsumu
Assistant trumpet section leader
Almost always gets screamer notes even if he didn’t ask for it
Brags to Osamu about it all the fucking time 
They both fight all the fucking time on the field 
It’s the only time they get to see Osamu lose his chill
These always end with both twins getting knocked out and someone needing to watch over their injured asses
Does not shut the fuck up at leader meetings about how strong and good his section is
He always gets sent out of the room by Daichi until he promises to shut up and only speak when asked a question
Always has guard girls dating him like a fucking revolving door (the only one he couldn’t get was Yachi 🙃)
Only likes helping the girl trumpets in hopes he gets a date
Will help Hinata only because the smol ginger grew on him and he’s genuinely impressed with Hinata’s screamer and overall progress
Always tries to joust using the plume on his head at shows
His jousting partner is almost always Nishinoya despite the height difference
Always throws the brass parties
Is the most wild one there no matter what the circumstances are
Doesn’t matter if ‘Samu is home he’s just gonna practice screamers or be extra loud during parties so he can’t practice
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Osamu
Speaking of Osamu…
Flute section leader
2nd chair in wind 
Is always very helpful in a straightforward way with stuff
Before football games he makes the whole section dinner complete with dessert
He makes some for Akaashi too because in his mind it’s “once a flute always a flute”
Like I’m talking individual packed meals that are warm, delicious, and personalized
He knows what people like because he asked everyone as kind of an icebreaker to help him get to know everyone a little bit 
If a flute doesn’t show up to these bonding dinners but is nearby he will personally go and sit with them and make them eat as well as talk to him so they don’t feel awkward and aren’t starving themselves for any reason
Seriously if this dude finds out one of his sectionmates has an eating disorder you bet your ass he will personally spoon feed your food to you
And if you didn’t bring food and he finds out he’s giving you half of his enormous meal
And from that day on he brings those people nutritious meals that won’t make them self-conscious
If you don’t like being put on the spot during sectionals he won’t force you to play the part in questions for your peers 
He’ll just pull you aside separately and turn around so you feel more comfortable playing the excerpt for him so he can see where you are in progress with the show music
Has the section do death block
Not for a super long time but he does it to help everyone get better 
And if you don’t have a partner during death block he will personally be your partner
He also goes and checks on concert band students to make sure they are doing ok and sits with his sectionmates during school at lunch too 
Good home boi
Always has section bonding activities that aren’t always band related
He likes also making care-packages for everyone before competitions and for holidays and birthdays too
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Kita
Drum Major
Daichi’s right hand man to be more specific
Is first chair baritone in wind
He checks on every section including colorguard throughout the music block everyday 
He does this just to check in and make sure they have a water break and likes watching people grow
Helps conduct if anyone needs it 
The poor euphs always need it because both leaders can’t keep hand time for shit
Gives the best pep talks 
Always helps mark the field
Stays until literally everyone finally goes home from practice
Kicks Oikawa out of the practice rooms frequently so they both can get some sleep
Checks in randomly with sections while on the field and talking with people
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Suna
Battery captain
Plays quads
Is the smoothest chill motherfucker you’ll meet
Does his best to keep his morons in line and not cause too much trouble
Has blackmail on the twins going back several years up to that point 
Constantly is correcting people’s stick positions
Doesn’t really go super above and beyond cause honestly he does not give a fuck
Shows his love and appreciation through sending memes 
Never talks at meetings 
Is very lax and laid back
Which makes people respect him and therefore try their best which ultimately leads them to being the best drumline in the country
Seriously he is like a magician
Just…O_o
Took his shirt off at practice once to be a madlad and threw it at Terushima’s face
He did this while having the most indifferent and stoic facial expression known to man and that made Terushima shit his pants right then right there
Will not care if you’re late
Cares if you’re late and manage to suck
Then he finds his…special unconventional way of getting back at you
He sits on you and he won’t get up until you can do one push-up with him on you
Or
Or
He will make you do 50 sit-ups and count them while he tickles the ever loving shit out of you just straight faced
JOHZENJI
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Terushima
Toms section leader
Has good stick tricks 
Is chaotic as all fuck
Is scared of Suna and Suna only until he meets Iwa for the first time
Acts like an idiot during practice so Daichi makes him run to make him lose steam and be more calm
Yeah that's really it for him
ITACHIYAMA
Sakusa
Bass drum section leader
Makes everyone deep clean their drums as well as their sticks at least 3 times a week 
Makes them wear masks on the bus to competitions and back
Be on time or so help him god you won’t feel your legs for a week you’ll end up running that much
Real stickler on grades too 
Like bitch you better be getting a 3.0 or higher or he’s gonna kick your ass
Or get Suna to do it for him if he’s feeling lazy or he thinks you’re gross
Definitely do not want the latter
Gets along well with other leaders so long as it isn’t Atsumu and his constant boasting about his greatness or other shit
Decent leader though
Everyone in his section always is well behaved and is always perfectly in sync
Komori
Pit captain
Very lax and nice 
Very lenient on a lot of stuff
Not much else really
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Tell us what you think of nope!!!!!!!
oh my god dude it was so fucking awesome. as someone who's hyperfixated on jojo for three years now it was like living on Mcdonalds and suddenly having homecooked ribs a fruit salad and string beans placed in front of me in terms of writing. and oh my god did i eat that shit up
oh my god im honestly speechless it's just so fucking good. oh my god the fucking. swallowing scene was so haunting i literally just kinda rewatched it over and over for a bit (cause i rented the movie so i could do shit like that) and FUCK MY GOD. oh my god. the actors did a phenomenal job fuck
oh my god speaking fo the ACTORS. THE MAIN CAST WAS SO AWESOME. FUCK. oj is so autism i love him so much. em is so fucking funny AND SO WAS FUCKIN. ANGEL. and fucking antlers...what a mystery. uhghghg the cinematography the fucking visuals were gorgeous i was eating that shit up. uoh gmglnjjsk OHIHGU NL
as for the story itself it was SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOD FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK like i literally dont even know what to say. im still digesting it all. but like the themes of exploitation in entertainment and how that correlates to animals and humans and kBKDJLN;DN;JND;JSN;L GOD. oh my fucking god. it was so fucking good. im shaking and insane. oj is my best friend ever and im SOOO GLAD HE WAS ALIVE. i honestly wasn't sure if he was gonna make it cause peele is not shy about killing his mc for the themes god bless him but WHEW. i love oj. god
sooo fuckign good there are so many layers to this. also i was thinking about like. the viewers. i will make you a spectacle. don't look. the media rushing in at the end. oughougho OUGHOGHU the fucking rider who showed up and even as he was severely wounded he was still begging for his camera before anything else AUGHGH. oh the fucking cruelty in the beginning that oj and lucky faced by the Hollywood crew. fuck. oh my god. just. so good. so fucking good. I've gotta rewatch it some time
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mrstsung · 2 years
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Kung lao sfw abcs
Ahhhhhh! Hat Bae time!!! It's kung lao loving hours.
(I mean i always love lao but ya know i have a shang simpin quota to meet. But outside the blog,it's always been lao lovin hours.)
Cw: none really,outside rant,maybe slight angst. Like lao is my ultimate fave character in mortal kombat period. (Plz don't be mad but lao comes before any other characters for me,even shang. Look i love shang but lao was my first,was here first,and still is best boi)
💖⛩💖⛩💖⛩💖⛩💖⛩💖⛩💖⛩💖⛩💖
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?): well kung lao despite seeming confident. Is quite shy. Not to say he won't make a move if pressured by friends/liu kang. "Bro make a move already,we'll be old and grey by the time you make a move with them,heck I'll have great grandchildren by that time!" . But after the ice is broken. He is the sweetest bean. He'll open doors,fetch you anything you need. And honestly regardless if this relationship goes any further. Kung lao is willing to always help you. Him baby ok? Sassy baby. But baby none the less. (Honestly me n kung would be a constant battle of "no you're cuter" "i love you more" "no,you hang up first" much to everyone's annoyance. But they also in the same are happy for Lao. )
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?): omfg besties. Granted friendship can come easy for kung but in the same vein,hard for him. He needs lots of reassurance. Plz help him. It may hit off good depends on who you are and your stances with him. But honestly kung lao is the best friend you could ever have. He is funny,loyal,has a cool hat,like fr what's not to love. (Ok im bias he's my main dude and i dont tolerate slander against hat bae) but if you don't like his "bragging" understand its not out of ego. It's a defense mechanism against the injustice his ancestors have been delt,the constant comparisons to liu kang(which dont make sense  because liu respects him as an equal and so does lao right back so none of this slander in canon makes any sense and is kinda annoying af and unnecessary. And it shows hella bias and passive aggressive hate to him) and others pressuring him for perfection to be like everyone else. Yet they also brag about shit,yet when he does it. Suddenly its a problem. Sorry this turned into a rant. My bad.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?): he's a cuddlebug. Any chance he gets with you. He hangs onto you like superglue. His fave way to cuddle is to spoon you from behind,his face in the crook of you neck. He just buries his face in you. He is afraid to let go. Because sometimes he feels if he does. He wouldn't see you again. Again it's his fears. He tries to hide them sometimes and be strong for you. But oof does he die inside when you leave him. But reassuring him,you aint going anywhere. (Srry i just love lao so much)
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?): tbh if he could retire. He would but never fully. Because of not just his self responsiblity but also his loyalty to his friends. But domestic life with lao is sweet. He's equal with chores. He cooks pretty good. His fave thing to cook is noodle soup. Despite being a monk,kung lao isn't a true vegetarian. However most of his diet is vegetarian. But on lunar new year. He treats himself to homemade beef noodle soup and char siu. Its one of the few times he lets himself indulge like that.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?): oh no baby why did you do that?! Who would break up with this bean?! What's wrong with you?!. But if you had to,he would rather it be upfront and formal. But just know this is gonna hurt him deeply. And he may not open up again to another person,at least for a long time. Like oof.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?): ok kung lao,once he has made up his mind. Once things get past awkwardness. And he feels it's safe. Mrs.kung is soon what you'll be addressed as.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?): him baby like i said. Kung lao is a very gentle lover. Not so say he cant be rough. Not to say he wont be sassy. But to his beloved,he wants you to feel safe and secure in the same as he does. Hand holding. Soft caresses. Gentle "i love yous" and reassuring forehead kisses.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?): he loves hugs. This is a good way to reassure him. Any chance he can get from you. And laos hugs are super warm and affectionate. You feel safe in his arms. His hugs feel like home.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?): you may say it first. But after that he says it shortly after. And never stops saying it.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?): he can get that way a bit. But honestly he trusts you. But not to say he wont be cheeky or passive aggressive to that person trying to get on his bad side. But in all honesty despite being a bit protective of you (he has good reason to be btw) he actually does respect your space. But he's gonna go to you about it 9 outta 10 times. But don't push him plz.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?): passionate,hungry,longing,sweet but also gentle. He kisses you as if they are the last kisses you'll ever share. Besides your lips. The neck,the forehead,the hand,and a gentle cheek peck is the common. But he absolutely is over the moon for a cute kiss on the cheek or forehead. But if you kiss him right on the lips? Im not responsible for how much he goes on and on about how sexy you are to his friends.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?): he loves kids. But he wants to be in a place to be able to support them properly. But kung lao is pretty cool with children. He's the fun dad.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?): warm tender hugs. A slightly raspy, "good morning darling". Morning tea brewing,a nice breakfast. Just peaceful.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?): serene. Here with you in his arms. His twilight respite. The crickets chirping. After a nice warm meal. Reclining and enjoying each others company before dozing off to sleep. Laying there in the soft moonlight of the window peaking through. His soft breath on your neck as you both slumber. To wake again to your handsome lao in the morning.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?): ok its a tad slow but honestly if he trusts you he will slowing talk to you about his insecurities. Like i said he needs reassurance. Once he has this from you. He trusts and protects you with his life.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?): don't push him. But he despite being boastful. He is hardly quick to anger. That is something you SHOULD BE THANKFUL FOR! He is very patient despite his shortcomings. And he knows how to bring the hurt. Don't push him.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?): he remembers the important things. But sometimes he needs reminders. But that isn't his fault tbh. (Kung lao adhd anyone?) But he tries. He certainly makes up for it in acts of service and gifts and being there for you. No matter how late.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?): he says when he first laid eyes on you (kung lao you flirt). But realistically,
Probably your first date. This is where he bared his soul to you. Probably something simple like a picnic under a blossom tree. Or somewhere serene that ment a lot to him.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?): very protective. But not so much so that he becomes overbearing. He knows you can manage yourself. But he still doesn't like to take chances either. He always is looking out for you. If you feel uncomfortable around someone. Talk to him,he'll speak with them to respect your boundaries. If you feel scared or anxious,hold his hand or arm. He'll wrap his around you and hold you close so you feel better. For himself,you just being there and telling him its ok is enough.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?): he tries to put as much effort as his brain will let him.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?): i honestly dunno. Probably beating himself up too much or taking on too much. Kung lao plz,take a break.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?): he takes good care of himself. But also he is humble in that area too? Honestly he isn't any more concerned than the next guy tbh. And i dont know where people get this from? I mean of course he wants to look good for you. So does everyone. So eh.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?): kinda yeah. He would be devastated if he lost you.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.): kung laos hat has a subspace magic that can store shit and well as be a filter to help him teleport. Tho he can teleport without his hat. That hat is a good pinpoint to an area. He did a hat trick once,put a bunny in there. Johnny never shuts up about it. Constantly is trying to get him to do it for him. But kung lao refuses. Because it was one time. And he doesn't like to keep live animals n creatures in his hat for long. Because he care for the fur babies. Oh he also is a happy flirty drunk. But funny enough bo-rai-cho taught him drunken style too. So he can also fake it too. But he doesn't like using it often. But he'll never say the reasons why.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?): someone cruel. Especially to animals or children. Overall he's open and tolerant of a lot of crap (probably more so then he needs to be,but eh he is a monk. Patience is a virtue) but some things are a hard no for him. Cruelty and violence outside of a tournament or when nessicary is unacceptable to him. He can try to talk you out of it. But he isn't above whooping ass either if needed.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?): kung lao can sleep almost anywhere. But he has to have his morning tea and evening tea. Other than that,he's good.
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Hope you loved this.
Again we stan one spinny boi. 🌪💖⛩🥺
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Punk!Michael Masterlist
Are You a Saint or a Sinner? (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke N/R, 2k
Summary: One day, Michael finds himself in the pouring rain. Honestly, his day could not be any worse. His dog died, his grandma is in the ICU, and, to make it even better, he had just dyed his hair a cyan color this morning and the rain is making it drip on his face. He is just sad and angry and in need of something, so he goes into this little church in the city and meets Luke, the shy, innocent boy a year below him in college.
Eighteen (ao3) - boomercal luke/ashton E, 56k
Summary: Eighteen-year-old Luke is done putting up with his father and brothers so he takes his father's Corvette and credit card to track down Ashton Irwin. Who graduated a few years ahead of him and has a reputation for smoking, drinking and sleeping around; surely he'll be enough to make his dad meet his demands... right?
good girls (ao3) - no_clue_who michael/calum, michael/luke/calum E, 8k
Summary: “So Miss Perfect, is there another Perfect out there ready for you to get home so they can talk to you about equations? Or make you beg so much you forget about being so smart?” Michael leaned into Luke's space, nearly putting her head on her shoulder. She watched Luke skin flush, "Is there someone? Or are you alone?"
She watched as Calum bit her lip and Luke’s face turned red, “That is none of your business Michael! We aren’t here to learn about my life, we’re here for Calum’s study plans. You aren’t even supposed to be here.”
or Calum is failing her classes, Michael is her girlfriend and they wanna fuck Luke.
Grip Me In Your Hands (ao3) - nationalnobody michael/luke M, 894
Summary: Luke gets a lip-ring and doesn't tell Michael. Michael believes a 'punishment' is due and though it doesn't really work out, he doesn't mind all that much.
How He Moves (ao3) - thesoulsailor michael/luke, calum/ashton E, 30k
Summary: And Luke knew he was staring, he knew, but he couldn’t stop, couldn’t pry his eyes away. Because the feeling that spread through Luke's body when he looked at the strange boy was the same he strived for when he danced. The stranger was consummate.
or Luke lives for the ballet, Michael lives for the moment, Ashton is a dance prodigy and Calum will do pretty much anything to win his boyfriend back.
i just wanna be bad enough for you (ao3) - metallicmoons michael/ashton M, 2k
Summary: just a typical adorable nerd!ashton and punk!michael fic because those are honestly my favourite.
KawaiiCalPal (ao3) - TheLarryDiaries michael/calum, luke/ashton M, 25k
Summary: Calum is an adorable YouTuber known as KawaiiCalPal. He's most known for his oversized sweaters and matching flower crowns. Also, he's in love with the world famous punk rock band, Swallow the Goldfish. But more accurately, the lead guitarist, Michael Clifford.
Luke, Ashton, and Michael are the three band members of Swallow the Goldfish. They all happen to be jelly beans, Calum's name for his subscribers. It's also quite obvious that Michael believes Calum is his 'soulmate'. It's also remarkable as Calum is very open with his homosexuality, and love for Michael.
It really started when Calum had the opportunity to interview the band for a video.
ღ kindness ღ (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke T, 5k
Summary: "princess, you're fine, it's fine. c'mon, let's get you all cleaned up."
he may have tattoos and piercings, and his hair may be dry and fried from the constant bleaching, and he be an absolute menace and a horrible person, but he loved his sister with all his heart.
ღ until a certain luke hemmings stole his heart. ღ
Mockingbird (ao3) - thesoulsailor michael/luke E, 43k
Summary: Luke is blind, Michael is new and everything after they meet is nothing one of them would've ever expected.
Oil and Water (ao3) - dafeedil michael/calum E, 25k
Summary: Calum’s heart sinks a little bit, and he's not entirely sure why. Maybe it's because he's allowed himself to fall victim to Michael's seduction yet again, or maybe it's because he's disappointed in himself for being so willing to try something that could so easily be dangerous. Or maybe, the most likely of all, it's because he can hear Mali's voice in his head telling him how stupid he's been to have found himself—quite literally—backed against the wall like this, with a boy he barely knows whispering dirty promises into his ear when he doesn't even know the first thing about real relationships.
Or, Calum spends a night with the boy that smells like smoke, and as it always is with bad addictions, he keeps getting sucked right back in.
Start Me Up (ao3) - antisocialhood michael/luke N/R, 2k
Summary: The cans of paint around Michaels ankles were smiling up at him as the officer stepped closer, handcuffs in his grip.
He was hot, like really hot, and Michael wanted him.
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Or the one where Michael and Luke get off in the back of Officer Luke Hemmings patrol car.
Tattoos. (ao3) - papi_chulo luke/michael G, 280
Summary: punk!Michael takes his boyfriend nerd!Luke with him to get his new tattoo, a tattoo dedicated to Luke.
The punk rock dude and his cute boyfriend (ao3) - azalea_21 michael/ashton N/R, 1k
Summary: Michael's a punk rock bad boy with a reputation and chirpy, overly friendly, cutest senior in their high school, Ashton is his boyfriend.
The Sweetheart and the Punk (ao3) - SuckonLarrysDick michael/luke G, 1k
Summary: "You know, even if my knuckles keep on splitting open, I won't stop punching people that push you around."
"Oh stop it Michael"
Or the one where Michael loves beating dickheads that bully his sweet boyfriend.
You Can Sin Or Spend The Night All Alone (ao3) - onceuponatime michael/luke, minor calum/ashton E, 7k
Summary: "“Uh, Michael this is Luke,” Calum says, gesturing with his free hand between the two men. “And Luke, this is Michael.” “’Lo, Michael,” Luke says, sipping at his warm beer. Michael gives him a dorky little smile-and-wave combo which looks so out of place, considering Michael looks like some 70’s punk band spat him out. Eyebrow piercing and all."
Luke and Michael meet at Ashton's band's show.
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