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skirt chasers — drabble iv

THIS IS A SKIRT CHASERS DRABBLE - FIND THE OTHERS HERE ! SUMMARY Jungkook was a man. A skirt chaser. He could only withstand so much torture before he broke, and seeing your gorgeous, smooth legs on display after so many weeks of starvation awoke an ancient being inside of him. WARNINGS JK POV!!!, attempted solo masturbation, k*ssing, jk’s extensive knowledge of pornos, grinding, cunnilingus, face sitting, spit kink, light choking, praise kink, self nipple play, a love for boobies, unprotected sex, use of the pull out method, i love u kink, its kinda hinted tht oc has a somnophilia kink? not rlly but tagging just in case -_- RATING m (18+) WC 6.3k this can't even classified as a drabble anymore wtf

NOTES i have had this in my drafts since may 3. it is december 21. everyone point n laugh. anyway i very much love stimbo sc jk and i think he’s very cool so here’s a whopping 6k of the inner mechanisms of his big nerdy, college hottie brain <3

He doesn’t notice you’ve drifted off until he’s three solid paragraphs into his semester-long research paper. “Babe, can you toss me my charger it’s over…”

Jungkook swears he’s gonna take every single one of those stupid skirts and burn them to ashes. They had done their duty well, had given him the girlfriend of his dreams, but now they were just pushing their luck. What was once the epitome of a cute and sweet girlfriend, has now become the bane of Jungkook’s existence. He loathed them, he hated them, he could go twenty million decades without ever seeing them again because the torture they inflicted upon him was borderline inhumane.

Holy fuck, he knew you were gorgeous— hello, he was your boyfriend, thinking you were gorgeous was very high on the list of requirements you searched for in someone of his position —but he’s absolutely positive that you’re probably the sexiest woman he’s ever seen in all his twenty-two years. And Jungkook’s seen a lot of porn. Like, a lot.

He can’t help himself. Before Jungkook knows it, he’s rolling his desk chair over to where you’re sprawled across his bed, skin so soft where it presses against his pillow, lips so plush, and he’s pretty sure there’s a tiny, tiny droplet of drool begging to escape from between your puckered lips. Normally, he’d tease you to hell and back for this, knows how flustered you become when he catches you off guard, but today he lets it slide in favor of focusing on something else about your dozing form.

It’s the soft curve of your hips from where you lay on your side, smooth legs tucked close to you, and that goddamn pleated skirt giving you absolutely no protection from the eyes of the world around you. Luckily, he made sure to lock the door to his room when you came over today. And he’s almost positive Taehyung isn’t home anyway. So there’s no potential roommate to see you here, cuddled against Jungkook’s teddy bear, blue lace panties tucked between your folds.

They were his favorite.

Adorable and soft, and he knows that particular style— the cheeky kind —is your preferred style, because it’s the one he sees almost every time the two of you fuck. Seamless, because you hate when they tug against your skin, and baby blue simply because it was your favorite color. He can’t recall the last time they had been so exposed like this.

God, how many times had this same situation occurred? You dropping by to encourage him to do his homework, before eventually falling asleep and leaving him to his own devices. A lot of times, Jungkook guesses, because each and every time you wake up and nab one of his protein bars from the stash by his bed. Jungkook’s gone through four boxes in the last month.

But how many times had this happened with you in a skirt? Never. This was a rarity.

As the year progressed and yours and Jungkook’s relationship reached new levels of intimacy and adoration, Jungkook is sad to say the skirts had begun appearing less and less. It was winter and, unlike the furnace that was Jungkook’s body, he’s pretty sure you were a cold-blooded reptilian at this point, always leeching off of him for warmth. So since you couldn’t stand the cold, the skirts slowly faded into the background, replaced by Jungkook’s second favorite: the leggings.

He was no complainer, Jungkook respected your decisions! He wasn’t going to pressure you into wearing those cute tiny skirts he loved so much just because it fueled some PornHub-esque fantasy in his brain, especially not as a harsh winter descended upon you and the days became colder. He would not risk a sick girlfriend in the name of a horndog daydream.

But holy mother of pearl, Jungkook was a man. A skirt chaser. He could only withstand so much torture before he broke, and seeing your gorgeous, smooth legs on display after so many weeks of starvation awoke an ancient being inside of him.

Sure he’d seen them every time you guys fucked— duh. But this was not the same. It was different, seeing the tender skin of your inner thigh when he knew you weren’t trying to, your skirt stuck between you and the bed as you shifted about. It was different, knowing he could so easily have you, just flip up the skirt and tug your underwear to the side, not having to worry about fighting your leggings or skinny jeans down your legs. It was different and it was good, so painstakingly good, to have you in the skirt, but the worst part was Jungkook couldn’t even do anything because you were fucking sleeping.

He’d subconsciously pictured you like this for weeks, sprawled out on his sheets in the flimsiest clothing and ready for him to just slide right in, but Jungkook was a good boy—you’d told him as much just last week when he’d paid the bus fare for that ragtag group of teenagers, smiling up at him like he was your entire world. Was he sometimes a little too mean, a little too wild? Yes. But at his core, Jungkook lived for your praise. He couldn’t just stomp on that title you’d so lovingly bestowed upon him, a title he’d worked hard for since!

Furthermore, even if Jungkook wasn’t a good boy, to touch you in your sleep just seemed wrong. You’d mentioned in passing once that you wouldn’t mind as long as it was him (“I’m yours,” you had purred at some party, hand crawling down his abdomen, “your doll, remember?”), but Jungkook couldn’t bring himself to when you were so vulnerable and just… not there. It wouldn’t feel right to use your body when you weren’t awake, and no amount of encouragement from you would change his mind.

So he does what all good boys do and prepares himself for a quick, self-administered handfuck.

Sue him, his girlfriend was hot!

It’d been a little over two weeks since the last time the two of you had fucked, and it was mostly his fault; clinicals and research papers had practically consumed what little free time he had in his schedule. And if Jungkook remembers correctly, he wouldn’t be that lucky this upcoming week either. Something tells him your period was approaching.

Jungkook doesn’t know what type of sorcery you’ve done to him, but in the time you’ve been dating, it’s become increasingly more and more difficult to nut without you. Whether that be fucking you, listening to your voice, or just imagining your pretty face in his head, you held a monopoly over Jungkook’s libido, one that he feared you’d never let go.

He had years stacked on years of browsing PornHub and Brazzers, can recall experiencing some of the craziest orgasms of his life while watching some girl get fucked. All things come to an end. Ever since he started dating you, not even his favorite video could make him hard anymore. Oh, how the great have fallen.

But with your blue panties before him, his cock hardens by the minute, nearly doubles in size when you move about and sigh a heavenly sound. Frankly, he doesn’t feel bad jerking one off to the thought of you. You were his girlfriend! He knows that you know that you’re the main character of all his right-handed adventures, and you’re not going to be mad at him for jerking off to you now. In fact, Jungkook imagines you’d be mad if he’d woken you up just for some frenzied quickie. This way, he’s blowing off some steam and you’re getting an extra ten minutes of napping. Everyone wins.

He’s barely tugged himself out of the confines of his sweats when a soft mumble of his name has his soul leaving his body. “Kook?”

“Baby,” he exhales, immediately tucking himself back into his underwear before moving closer towards you. You roll onto your back, skirt useless as fuck, he thinks, as it sprawls around your waist. “What’s up?” he murmurs, voice gentle, a hand carding through the nape of your neck because that’s how you always wake him up. Jungkook would be a liar to say it wasn’t one of the best feelings in the world.

You say something, but it’s a mess of gibberish and too quiet for him to understand, before turning on your side again and shuffling closer to him. Jungkook smiles, runs the tips of his fingers over your cheek, before moving to caress your back, massaging some feeling back into your muscles. Some more mumbled words, but this time he deciphers them as something along the lines of “c’mere.”

He chuckles, ducking down to kiss your cheek. “Don’t wanna interrupt your nap, baby,” he hums. “Go back to sleep.”

You whine in protest, suddenly catching his hand in yours. “Please,” you sigh, eyes fluttering open, but they’re unfocused as you gaze at him. Jungkook clenches his teeth. Technically he should be working on that twelve page research paper, and even just trying to jerk off right now would have been a huge setback. Crawling into bed with you, where you’re so sinfully laid out for him to take, would completely offset his plans until tomorrow. He had to be a responsible student here.

“I really gotta finish my paper…” he says, trying to let you down as gently as possible, flashing you an apologetic gaze. He thinks he has it in the bag, and your extended silence almost has him rolling back to his desk, when you suddenly snap into action.

“But what about your dick,” you murmur, and Jungkook chokes.

“My what—?” he splutters, voice a little too high.

You say nothing, craning your neck to release a series of cracks, soft huffs leaving your lips. Jungkook’s on edge the whole time, eyes following the movement of your neck, the hypnotizing expanse of skin that bares itself to him. “Saw your hand down your pants,” you say, eyes blinking open, and though they’re droopy with sleep, at least you can hold them open this time.

Jungkook laughs nervously, rubbing a hand against the back of his neck in embarrassment. “You saw that?” A soft hum. He wants to die. “Ah, baby, don’t worry about it. Know you’re tired, so just nap,” he sighs, caressing the back of your head once again, and he thinks he’s finally convinced you so he lets his guard down.

You moan softly, and he’s almost entirely sure it’s one of those waking up types of sounds, the ones you make when you’re stretching around the bed in the morning. “Want your cock.”

Jungkook swears he’ll die, right here, right now.

He groans, lowers his head to rest on the mattress. “Jesus, fuck, baby,” he huffs, has to count to ten to will the stirring of his slowly hardening cock away for the second time that day. “Don’t say stuff like that when you’re half asleep, please.”

You ignore him, the hand that had been wrapped around his wrist tugging him closer. You barely succeed, muscles still so weak, but Jungkook humors you and rolls his chair right beside your head, where he ducks down to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Noooo,” you whine when he draws away too quickly.

A laugh blossoms in his chest, and Jungkook proceeds to rain down a series of kisses on your pretty face before he can stop himself. You melt under his touch, his affection, and Jungkook adores the way your body is so soft and pliant like this, back arching towards him after he places a hand on your waist.

“Come here,” you urge, voice a quiet plea. So soft, so needy.

Jungkook malfunctions for just a second before he’s clambering over you on the bed, manhandling your body until you're both on your sides, facing each other, with you pressed tightly to his chest. Even with your hands brushing up and down his back in the way that sends every nerve in Jungkook’s body tingling, and your leg thrown over his hip, some stupid part of him convinces himself you’re just cold, trying to warm up after walking around campus in that tiny little skirt all day. He cuddles you as best as he can.

And even with his dick twitching in his pants and his caveman instincts yelling at him to thrust up into your inviting core, Jungkook remains as professional as someone in a relationship can be when in bed with their lover. He’s so stuck on his self-control that he almost doesn’t hear the snort you muffle against his neck.

“What are you doing?” you laugh, reaching up to pinch his cheek. Jungkook blinks, eyes wide like a doe caught in headlights. “Are we gonna fuck or what?”

He chokes. He doesn’t even try to muffle his reaction like other times, because the way you’re looking at him and the heel you press against the back of his thigh preoccupies his thoughts instead. Your hands are still tracing along his back, melting him with your dainty touches. “Baby?” you question after he’s been silent too long, distracted by the way you use that hooked leg to tug your bodies closer.

“You… you’re still asleep,” Jungkook says, though it’s definitely a question.

You scoff, a smile curling around your features. “Mm, definitely not asleep,” you tease, and shift to push him onto his back, wiggling on top of him until those baby blue panties are pressed against his quickly hardening member. “Why? Wanted to touch me when I was asleep?” you continue, and Jungkook’s eyes nearly burst out of their sockets.

“No!” he exclaims, hands clutching your hips in alarm. He can tell he surprises you, because your eyes go wide for a brief second. “Never…” he mumbles afterwards, looking away from your imploring gaze. “Only like you when you’re awake.”

You sigh, pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek that makes his heart flood with adoration for you. “You’re a good boy, Jungkook,” you say back, just as quietly. “A blueprint for the perfect man.” Another kiss, this time against the corner of his mouth that makes Jungkook’s hands twitch against your sides.

A soft moan tears itself from his throat, fingers digging into your hips as you slowly roll them against him. The heat emanating from your core seeps past the thin barrier of his sweatpants, makes his cock twitch in his boxers. He knows how it feels inside of you, has your body memorized like the back of his hand. But it’s in moments like these that he finds himself aching for you, desperate to feel the fluttering walls of your pussy, the pitiful whimpers that fall from your kiss swollen lips. And, well. The skirt makes it all too easy.

He places two hands on the backs of your thighs, runs them up until he’s pushing your skirt up over your waist. You pull away from his lips with a sneaky little smile, pointer finger stroking down the side of his face lazily. “Mm?” you tease, leaving a coy little peck against his mouth. “Now you wanna touch?” Jungkook rolls his eyes, snaps his teeth at your wandering finger when you draw it too close to his mouth. The giggle you let out is so damn precious, makes him want to put you in a glass case and never let anyone else touch you. Coincidentally, it also makes him want to rail you into the mattress until you cry.

“I’ll fucking ruin you, doll,” he settles on murmuring, subtly pushing you down against him. A soft giggle. Jungkook knows it’s your favorite nickname, even if you won’t admit it. He's the only one allowed to call you it, something about his intentions being pure or whatever, he’s not really sure. Anyway, you’re still so cute and soft on top of him, blinking slowly and prettily, so he’s dragging it out a bit, hoping you’ll become more alert in a few more minutes.

As sleepy as you may be, you never miss out on a chance to rile him up. “As if, doll,” you retort, his nickname for you rolling off your tongue seamlessly. It sounds heavenly, sparks this weird emotion in him that he never considered before. Him, a doll? No way. But there’s something about the sweet lilt of your voice, the starry-eyed gaze you level him with, that has him throwing all reservations aside. Put him on a shelf and call him Barbie, because he would be anything you wanted him to be.

Anyway, Jungkook’s sappy thoughts last all of two seconds before he’s rolling you over, successfully trapping you beneath his body. “Oh, so scary,” you feign, hands fluttering to clutch at your chest.

He glides his hands down your body, let’s them trail over your hip and down the side of your thigh. “Don’t get sassy with me,” he warns, thumb peeking beneath the hem of your skirt. Jungkook really wants to burn the piece of fabric this time, because after all that time it spent torturing him with its halfhearted attempts at covering you, it chooses now to do it properly.

Hands are thrown around his shoulders, the overwhelming scent of your perfume and body wash tickling his nose when you pull him in for another kiss. “Or what?” you purr, irises swirling with lust. “Gonna use your manly man strength to hold me down?”

He shushes you with a kiss, slow and languid just how you like. Your taste is familiar, feels like coming home, so Jungkook can’t be blamed for getting too carried away. It starts gentle— it always does. But then a tiny mewl gets stuck in your throat, the following moan swallowed by his tongue, and Jungkook nearly loses it. He nips at your bottom lip, waits patiently for you to open up for him, and when you do he wastes no time diving in. Your tongue against his is slick and wet, makes the most lewd sound. Your little sharp intakes of air fill the gaps, shuddery breaths that Jungkook takes as a good sign.

He strikes while the iron is still hot.

It’s amidst your lazy kissing that he secures his hands around your waist, two reassuring squeezes thrown your way before he’s abruptly rolling onto his back again. “Kook!” you squeal, clutching at the front of his shirt. A pouty frown paints your face, sleepy eyes narrowing him with a rather unimpressed look, tainted with the barest hints of confusion.

Jungkook grins, reaching back to yank his pillow out from beneath his head. “On my face,” he commands suddenly, and you snort.

“What?” you ask a little incredulously, leaning back to level him with an even more lost expression. “Since when do we do that?”

Jungkook shrugs. “Since I decided twenty seconds ago,” he answers rather bluntly. You still don’t look too convinced. It’s not a position the two of you have ever tried. You’re a little on the sappy side, always like to look at his face while you fuck, hold his cheeks in your palms, kiss him sweetly. On the one hand, Jungkook totally gets it; he’ll proudly admit that the sight of your orgasming face paired with your fantastic tits have done him many favors these past few months.

However, Jungkook is a lover of head. Giving or receiving, it’s very high on his list of sexual acts and whoever invented oral deserved all the praise in the world. Not only did you look drop dead gorgeous with his cock in your mouth— tears trailing down your cheeks, drool clinging to the corners of your lips —but you also looked absolutely sexy receiving it.

Kinda.

Probably.

Okay, so maybe Jungkook can’t really say, considering he always has a hard time catching a glimpse of your face when he’s down there licking and slurping your clit like a madman. Which is what leads him to this exact moment, an experiment weeks in the making. Jungkook has a theory that needs to be tested. “Please ride the fuck out of my face,” he tries, hoping the polite tone will win you over.

He’s met with an eye roll. Still, you’re kinder than you let on. “Okay,” you give in, and Jungkook will remember your heroism for the rest of his life. “But only because being on top is empowering.” He just barely contains an over-enthusiastic fist pump into the air, settling on a rather modest smile that has you leaning down to kiss him again. You reach for the zipper on the side of your skirt. “Just let me—“

“The skirt stays on,” he says quickly, hand on your wrist to stop you from removing his most favorite article of clothing.

“Baby,” you say, giving him a rather serious look. “It’ll cover your face.”

“It won’t,” he urges, reaching for the buttons on your blouse instead. Jungkook has had one too many encounters with tops like these, and has long since learned not to tear them apart like a crazed psycho. As much as he loves the sound of your buttons scattering across his bedroom floor, he can’t say he’s too fond of the scolding he inevitably gets afterwards. Anyway, the shirt comes off and so does your bra, leaving your tits in his face, tiny skirt on your hips. “Get up here,” he murmurs, ushering you up his body until your knees are pressing into the mattress right above his shoulders.

If it was up to Jungkook, he would have just grabbed your hips and shoved his face against your pussy. Luckily, it’s not, and your common sense shines through just in time. “One sec,” you say, and then finally, finally, the blue panties come off.

And then it’s just Jungkook and your glistening pussy.

“Holy fuck,” he groans, taking the opportunity to wrap his arms around your thighs. You squeak when he pulls you closer, hand instinctively reaching for the front of your skirt to hold away from his face. The view from here is heavenly, just your swollen clit, gorgeous tits, and shy face.

The muscles in your thighs are a little stiff. Or maybe you’re just nervous. Jungkook isn’t sure, all he knows is that it takes one encouraging tug for you to finally sit on his face. He doesn’t even register the surprised gasp that leaves your throat because he’s too busy tasting your pussy from an all new position. And it’s absolutely amazing.

Something about the position, having you carefully poised above him, does something to Jungkook. He likes to think he knows your body inside and out, knows what makes you melt and what makes you scream. He knows just how to lap at your cunt until you’re cumming, and how many fingers it takes for you to really feel it. But it’s like having you in this position changes all of that, rearranges all the tidbits of information Jungkook has spent months collecting.

(Jungkook is a meticulous man; he’s got a near perfect GPA right now that was the direct result of his carefully crafted note-taking techniques. Whether or not he abused the power of his perfectionist learning abilities to master the mechanisms of his girlfriend’s libido was no one's business but his own.)

One kitten lick against your swollen pearl makes you buck forward, clit brushing against his nose. Jungkook can’t remember you ever doing that on the first lick. “O- oh my—,” you cry, all airy and whiny. Your hand is pressed to the wall behind his bed, the other bunching the front of your skirt just above your mound. He’s rather happy to learn that, just as he’d hypothesized, this position does give him a better view of you.

He’s graced with the sight of your face, twisted up in pleasure. It’s the stereotypical eyes squeezed shut, lip caught between your teeth look. But there’s something different about it knowing that he’s gotten this reaction out of you with his mouth alone.

Jungkook quickly repositions you over him, tugging you back until his tongue is lined up with the front of your slit. You’re so warm down here, make him feel like he’s drowning with your heady scent alone. Tentatively, he lets his tongue dip between your folds, the very tip nudging your swollen clit. A moan tears itself from your throat, the hand that had been flush against the wall suddenly jumping forward to bury itself in his hair. “Oh- oh, fuck,” you shiver, hips jolting forward once more.

You taste good on his tongue, the arousal that coats your lips is sticky and sweet. When he laps his tongue along your folds, quivering hole to stiffened bud, you let out a sob that resonates deeply within Jungkook. And also Jungkook’s cock, which stirs beneath his trousers in excitement. What was once the focus of his mission, a quick handfuck to sedate himself before finishing his research paper, has long since been forgotten. It’s for the greater good, he tells himself, blinking up at you from between your thighs.

Eye contact lasts for exactly three seconds before you’re looking away bashfully, the fist clutching at your skirt trembling against your tummy. You’re so fucking pretty, Jungkook’s heart can’t take it.

And so he sets out on a mission to make you cum as soon as possible, abandoning his slow kitten licks in favor of suctioning his lips around your clit. “Kook,” you wail, tugging at his hair. Whether you do it purposely or not, Jungkook is a little shocked by how good the pain feels. It’s not an emotion he can ponder long, because then you’re using that same grip in his hair to tilt his head backwards, jerkily moving over him.

It’s rough and sudden, the buck against his face, but Jungkook loves it. The drag of your pussy against his lips, the wet glide of your juices smearing across his chin and Cupid’s bow. It all feels so good, and the fact Jungkook is getting a front row seat to the absolutely torn look on your face is just the cherry on top.

Jungkook has seen you make a lot of faces. He’s seen you shiver and drool as he nails you into your bed. He’s seen you sniffle and sob as he slowly fucks you in a rose petal filled bubble bath (a six month anniversary special planned by yours truly). He’s even seen your mirrored reflection fall apart as you bounced away on his lap in front of a mirror.

He’s never seen you like this before.

Needy and desperate, moaning his name softly, practically humping his face in your greed. Tiny skirt clutched against your waist, tits bouncing as you hurriedly grind against him. He has half the mind to burn this scene into his eyelids for the rest of his life.

He’s given up on doing anything with his tongue, simply sticking it out for you to do as you wish. Normally, he’s not a huge fan of letting you do things yourself. After all, Jungkook was your boyfriend. Making you cum was his job. But you’re moving so fast, so frantic, in your mission to cum. So Jungkook sits back and lets you go to town on his mouth as a series of moans spill from your lips.

And then something unforgivable happens.

Jungkook will admit it: he’s staring at you almost a little too dreamily, heart eyes and all. He thinks you’re fucking hot, taste like heaven and have these absolutely delicious boobs bouncing up and down. He’s a little distracted by your glorious figure that he doesn’t notice one crucial bit of information.

Your hand.

The desperate need to cum has your muscles weakening, thighs moving at a latent pace, and, much to Jungkook’s horror, hands trembling. It’s your own pleasure that lets the unimaginable happen: your skirt flutters down. Your grip on it loosens and before Jungkook knows it, the sight of your pretty face and nice tits are gone, snatched away before his very eyes. Even your wet cunt is impossible to see, his world suddenly shrouded in darkness.

Leave it to Jungkook to foil his own horny plan with, well, his horniness. If only he wasn’t so hopelessly in love with the image of you in skirts. Maybe then he could bask in the beauty that was you riding his face.

He acts fast, reaching for the material before he can miss out on anything. But the angle is weird, and without Jungkook’s hands holding your hips, you’re left weakly rolling forward instead. And he’s not the only one frustrated with this turn of events, your face quickly returning to its normal composed form as you level him with a frown. “Everything okay?” you pant.

Everything was not okay, but Jungkook isn’t sure how to tell you that without ruining this delicate moment. So he tries to show you with actions instead, releasing the skirt he’s got in his fist and letting it flutter over his face again. You giggle. “I told you so.”

It takes more willpower than he’d like to admit to pull away from your wet folds, pulling off with a lewd sound that has you biting your lip as you gaze down at him. “I told you so,” he mimics, a little mean but you don’t take it to heart. “Hold your skirt up.”

You hum, the grip on his hair loosening as you push away his dark locks instead. “Mmmm,” you hum. “No.”

“No?” he repeats, actually really scandalized. Okay, so he’s a little spoiled when it comes to you— it’s not his fault! You made him like this, conditioned him to think that you would always give into his every whim because you were just so sweet and considerate and wanted him to be happy. And Jungkook also wants you to be happy, and in his opinion, being happy right now means having him fuck your pretty brains out for ever getting sassy with him.

“I don’t listen to men,” you tease, followed by a cute little nod, skin still a little warm from your looming orgasm. Jungkook takes advantage of your tiny moment of weakness, and strikes like a viper.

A girlish squeal leaves your lips, hands stretching outwards as he knocks you backwards onto the mattress. “Jungkook,” you gasp, sprawled out artfully, beautifully, over his sheets now. He doesn’t waste a second longer, crawling over your body until you’re a shivering mess beneath him.

Hand against your throat, the other blindly reaching for the front of his sweatpants. “What is it, doll?” he drawls meanly, reveling in the way your eyes roll back when his newly-freed cock lands against your slit. A choked gasp leaves your throat, lashes fluttering wildly until Jungkook loosens his grip.

You’ve done a nice job riling yourself up, lips squelching wet and loose when he runs the tip of his cock along them. Your knees are pulled up for him, spread perfectly for him to fit between. You’re so good for him, Jungkook feels a little bad for how hard he’s going to fuck you now.

The sympathy doesn’t last long.

Once upon a time, you had been the epitome of a cute and sweet girlfriend. Had picked him up from class, encouraged him to do his homework, wore these cute little skirts around campus. Deep down inside, Jungkook knew everyone else was jealous of him— you were just so pretty and cute, a girl straight out of everyone’s dreams.

Until he sunk his horny claws into you. Jungkook will be the first to admit he spends a little too much time browsing porn sites— he’s a man, cut him some slack —which had never caused him any problems before. Even when the two of you were just friends (pining ones at that), you had never seemed even remotely affected by his extensive pornographical knowledge. It was a known fact among your friend group that Jungkook’s best friend was his right hand.

But then, of course, you started dating Jungkook and it was like a save file of all his horniest fantasies was downloaded directly into your brain. Which leads him to this.

“Spit in my mouth,” you shiver, got these huge, watery eyes pointed his way. His cock twitches.

There’s a little groan that tears itself from his throat when he leans forward, cock sliding along your folds, to grasp your chin between his fingers. “Open,” he commands, and you do. Your lower lip quivers, tongue pressed against it as you wait for Jungkook to spit down your mouth. He can’t say he regrets letting you peek through his porn stash, not when it leads to this, you whimpering at the hot glob of saliva he shoots down your throat. “Filthy,” he pants, memorizing the movement of your throat when you swallow like the good girl you are.

Before he can write another twelve sonnets about that dazed look on your face, he’s roughly grabbing at your thigh. You whine, limbs so pliant beneath his touch, letting him hike your knee over his forearm as he tugs you closer. “Fuck,” he groans, reaching down to align himself with your quivering hole. You’re still so wet, make the most lewd sound when he sinks into you. Not that Jungkook really hears it, the sound of your strained moans practically drowning everything else out.

“Fuck,” you cry, one hand clutching at his forearm, the other toying with your breast. It’s a magnificent sight, and Jungkook is suddenly feeling a little cocky when he realizes he’s the only one who gets to see this. It’s this presumptuous nature that fuels the first round of thrusts into your cunt, fast and full. He makes sure you feel every inch of him, tip to base, as he pistons his hips forward. “J— Jungkook,” you pant, back arching beneath him.

You take it so well, walls sucking him in every time he draws back out. “I’ve got you, doll,” he moans, hiking your leg further over his shoulder. Every roll of his hips has your tits bouncing back and forth, lower lip as well with the dopey, open-mouthed look you got on for him. And the damned skirt that got him here, fucking you with a punishing pace, sits perfectly around your waist. He has half the mind to take it off for you, briefly wonders if it hurts, but just looking at it reminds him of about thirty-seven pornos he’s seen. So it stays on, works alongside your lovestruck face to actively rewrite all those pornos anew with you starring in them instead.

It sure helps when you start your usual mindless babbling. “I love you,” you gasp, face screwed up in pleasure. “I- I love you so much.”

He’s contemplating doing a study on you and your weird mid-fuck confessions. You do this a lot, and while Jungkook doesn’t mind, it sure does leave him curious. “Love you too, baby,” he says anyway, repositioning his arms so he can hold your waist with both hands.

“Really?” you ask, voice so whiny, eyes brimming with tears. From emotion or your need to cum, Jungkooks not sure. (Hence the need for a study!)

Another brutal thrust that has you moaning loudly. “Really,” he reassures you, glancing down to watch his cock sink into your hole as he picks up the pace. Your arms are practically limbless, and his stomach is beginning to feel tight. The end was soon. “Love your pretty little face.”

Another whine, your fingers pulling at your pebbled nipples. “M- My pretty face?” you whimper, blink these long lashes up at him. They make Jungkook go a little mad, bring on a wave of jackhammer thrusts that cut your moans into choppy little cries instead.

“Prettiest girl I know,” he groans, not once stopping the movement of his hips. You’re quivering like a leaf beneath him, your entire body locking up as Jungkook guides you toward orgasm. “A fucking doll, baby— so beautiful for me,” he praises.

It’s exactly what you want to hear— secretly, Jungkook hypothesizes that you’re a little bit of an attention whore —crying out when he slows to a grind against you. Each roll of his hips has him rubbing over your swollen bud, leaves you trembling until you’re eventually unraveling beneath him. “Oh- Oh, fuck— Jungkook—“ you sob, writhing beneath him as you cream his cock.

Your tits look amazing, nipples stiff from your arousal and all the attention you’d been giving them. Your features soften, gasps framed by your pillowy lips. As Jungkook has said before, your pretty face was the most dangerous weapon.

He manages a few more pistons of his hips, mostly for reputation sake, before he’s eventually pulling out. His right hand, once the sole hero of his solo sessions, makes a valiant return now as he jacks himself off over you. It takes a few harsh pulls of his cock until he’s spurting his jizz over you, painting your tummy and your tits in white ribbons of cum. You flinch, a tiny whimper leaving your throat at the mess he makes. “Fuck,” he groans one last time.

When it’s over, you have the audacity to shyly pull down the front of your skirt. As if your tits aren’t out and about, but Jungkook pretends he doesn’t see it. Instead, he channels his energy into peppering your face in kisses. “Best girl,” he praises, even though he knows you hate the nickname. “My beautiful feminist queen.”

A pinch against his cheek. It hurts like hell, but he endures it for now, still very much in love with your performance today. “Get me a towel,” you huffily ask, uncomfortable with the jizz sticking to your tummy, as if he didn’t spit in your mouth a few minutes ago.

His research paper is waiting for him at his desk, the materials he’d spent weeks collecting waiting to be typed up. But his girlfriend is so soft and sleepy, asking him to stay for another nap.

There was never a choice.

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shadyteacup · 3 years

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Hi I recently started reading your work and I absolutely love it! Could I please request a chuuya x reader with him comforting his s/o after going threw a hard time bc her school friend of so many years has been treating her so bad to the point where she breaks the friendship up between them and she's just really sad bc of it? I've been going threw a few hard times with mines and I suffer from so many problems mostly mental some physical. This just feels good to yet it off my chest! Sorry if this request is too extreme...

Hey love! I want you to know that you deserve love, and don't deserve to have such toxic people in your life.. your mental an physical health comes first. Pls cut off such toxic people from your life, you deserve happiness!

Nakahara Chuuya x fem! Reader

Warnings: strong language, degradation, self doubt.. angst at first then comfort.

Word count: 1216

My Brave Warrior

"What do you mean?"

You asked, placing your mug of coffee on the table. You were invited to a reunion party, and all your school friends were going to attend. You were excited for it. Chhuya had bought you a pretty dress, one that he said made you look gorgeous. You had recently gotten in touch with your best friend from school. After graduating, you both had lost touch. Reconnecting with her felt so nice. She seemed much different than what you remembered her to be, but she was still your friend.

"You know what I mean. Look, I'm your closest friend. I have been since school. You gotta trust me on this, that outfit looks trash on you. Besides, it's not even your color. That color looks much prettier on me, considering my skintone and figure."

You both were planning what to wear to the party. She was trying to dissuade you from wearing the dress. Her words hurt you more than you'd like to admit. But that's what friends do, right? Friends give you an honest opinion and help you make the right decision, right? Then why are you feeling hurt?

You sigh, tears forming in your eyes.

"What's wrong with my skintone? Besides, our skintones are almost the same."

She didn't miss a moment to reply.

"Then it's your body shape. It's too bulgy and too flat at all the wrong places. Mine's perfect for that dress, since it really accentuates my curves."

"You haven't even worn it yet! Besides, it's my dress."

Was the dress really bad for you? But Chuuya seemed to like the way it looked on you.

"So? We're best friends. What's yours is equally mine! Besides, I don't even need to try it on to know that it'll suit me. The color's gorgeous and goes well with my eyes."

You try to keep your tears in. Was your body really not perfect? Is that dress too good for you?

"Then how about you lend me your pearl dress. That way we both would have something pretty to wear."

You suggested. The pearl dress your friend owns might suit you. It even matches your aesthetic.

"No, love. It's just.. it'll look too much on you, you know? Like, it suits me so well. I don't about you."

Why was she being such a bitch to you? She had been degrading you ever since you two got in touch again. Why does she hate you so much?

"I think it'll suit me."

"No, it won't, sweetheart. Trust me."

You exhaled with your mouth, trying to keep your tears in.

"Why are you doing this?"

You ask, your voice trembling.

"To make you look good for the party, duh! I don't want you to wear something out of your league and make a fool of yourself."

You clenched your fists.

"I mean, why are you being so mean? I think that dress looks very good on me. The color suits me, and my figure is perfect for it. Your pearl dress suits me too."

"Are you dumb? What do you think I've been screaming for the past hour?! You don't look good in that dress! Give it to me to wear!"

You were taken aback by the bitterness in her tone. Does she even care about you? Or is this all about the bloody dress?

"No! My boyfriend gifted it to me, and he thinks I look good in it. There's no way I'm going to give it to you! You don't even care about me! All you care about is getting your hands on that dress!"

She chuckled bitterly.

"Why are you being such a bitch?! It doesn't suit you! And yeah, maybe I do want that dress for myself. So what?! I know it'll look fabulous on me! If you wear it, you'll destroy the whole vibe of it!"

That's when it clicked. She wasn't your friend at all. She was just someone you used to know. This person on the phone is a selfish individual who doesn't give two fucks about you.

" You know what, I'm done."

You say, your tone low and dangerous.

"Excuse me? What do you mean?"

"I mean we're done. Over. This thing we had, this friendship or whatever, it's over."

She scoffed.

"Oh my God, why are you like this?! I'm just trying to help you! Don't you understand that?!"

"Shut the fuck up. And goodbye."

You cut the call and slam your phone on the table. Sobs forced their way out of you as you held your face in your palms, leaning against the table. You hadn't expected her to be like this. You both were so close as teenagers! You used to practically live at each other's houses. You both shared so many memories and secrets. You had just ended a deep friendship. But then again, maybe it had ended a long time ago. What you ended right now was a toxic relationship, one that would've drained you further.

But what if she really was trying to help? Did you make a mistake? Should you call her and apologize?

No. She was being mean to you. She deserved it.

Right?

You didn't hear Chuuya when he came into the room, and only felt his presence when he hugged you from behind.

"Chuu... I-"

He kissed your hair, hugging you tighter.

"Shh, I know. I heard it all."

He turned you around to hug you properly. You snuggled into him, sniffing against his chest.

He threaded his fingers through your hair, soothing you.

"Before you start doubting yourself, I want you to know that what you did was right. You got rid of a toxic person. That's an amazing decision."

"But what if she was actually trying to help me?"

Chuuya chuckled.

"I only heard one side of the conversation, but it was enough for me to guess that the person on the other end is a menace."

He tilted your face to lock eyes with you, and cupped your cheek.

"You are beautiful. Everything about you is perfect. That dress looks ethereal on you. Nobody could carry it as elegantly as you do."

He pecked your nose.

"I love you. People around you love you too. You are worth all that love, and you deserve to have good hearted souls around you. You don't deserve such toxic relationships. What you did was brave, and I'm so proud of you. Cutting off someone that isn't good for you may seem like the obvious choice, but it's a really hard step to take."

He smiled at you.

"And you did that. You were brave and you did what was necessary for your own mental health. I love you for being so brave."

He leaned down to press his forehead against yours.

"You are my brave warrior, and no one, not even you, can say otherwise. Stop thinking back on your decision, because it was the right thing to do."

You looked at him in awe. You hadn't even explained what you were feeling to him, and yet he understood you perfectly. He had just answered all your doubts and insecurities. He was an angel. You were so glad to have him.

"I love you, chuuya."

He kissed you.

"I love you too, muffin."

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socialwriter · 4 years

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If I Die Young

**gif by @somebodylikeaguardianangel**

Pairing: John B Routledge x Female! Reader

TW: Angst (duh), death, hospitals, not eating, fainting/passing out, near death experience, grief, sadness

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Based off of the song If I Die Young

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A/n: Here it is, the first chapter of my glee song fic sereis! A huge thank you to @girlsru1eboysdroo1 for reading this through and encouraging me to post this, ily boo <3

The sharp knife of a short life,

Well, I've had just enough time

The pain was agonizing, all encompassing. It drowned out the sounds of the rain pounding down, drowns out the sounds of Kiara and Pope’s tears, JJ’s screams. He’s gone. John b’s gone, lost at sea because some stupid cops that didn’t care about him chased him out there for no good reason. He was innocent, but because he was just a pogue and just a teenager, no one believed him when it mattered. The hurt didn’t leave you. Not when you were taken away from what was now a crime scene. Not when you arrived at the chateau, glaringly empty. Not when you went to bed, enveloping yourself in sheets that still faintly smelled like him. You were too hurt, too broken, left behind by the only boy you had ever loved.

And I'll be wearing white when I come into your kingdom

I'm as green as the ring on my little cold finger

You all had promised each other that you wouldn’t wear black to the funeral. The color was too dark, too real. It represented too much for the four of you to handle, so you had agreed to brighter and happier colors. Which is why you were in the bathroom of the chateau, smoothing out the wrinkles in the white dress you wore. It hung loosely on your body, making you look like even more of a shell of your former self. Your eyes were sunken in and red from all the crying and lack of sleep, unable to rest without the soothing lullaby of John B’s heartbeat. You looked much thinner than you remembered, probably from the lack of food the past week. You couldn’t bring yourself to eat anything or care for yourself. You did it for him before, not wanting to worry him, but now what was the point? You fiddled with the rings on your finger, stopping when you feel the cold metal on your ring finger. You hold your hand out in front of you, smiling sadly at the small green jewel.

It had been three weeks since you had had a proper date night, or really spent any time, with your boyfriend John B and you were completely and thoroughly pissed off. He’d been avoiding your calls, texts, and barely spoke a word to you when he got home after long days out. None of the other pogues would tell you what was up and frankly you were fed up with it. So, instead of getting dressed up for the date John B had told you about earlier in the day, you sat around moping in sweats and one of his old t-shirts.

“Hey babe are you ready to g- why aren’t you getting ready?” John B’s voice rang out through the chateau, causing you to pull your knees up to your chest, staring at the ground. John B’s shoulders fall when he sees your demeanor, approaching you slowly. “What’s wrong?”

You shrug your shoulders at him, letting out a deep sigh. “You cheating on me or somethin’?” You mumble, tears filling your eyes as soon as you say the words out loud.

“W-what? No, I’m not why would you even think something like that,” John B says instantly, sitting next to you on the couch and placing a gentle hand on your cheek, forcing you to look at him.

“Well I mean, you’ve been avoiding me the past couple of weeks and no one’s telling me anything so what else am I supposed to think?” You ask him, your voice raising slightly in irritation.

John B makes an ‘o’ with his lips, suddenly connecting all the dots. “I’ve been working a lot of overtime, for the money.”

You scoff, pulling away from him. “Cut the crap JB, we get by fine without you working so much.”

John B sighs, fishing something out of his back pocket. “Well I mean, I was hoping that I could give this to you in a more romantic way, but here.” He hands you a small box containing a small ring with a little green gem on top. You gasp as soon as you see the present, easily the most beautiful thing anyone had ever given you. “What is this?” You ask breathlessly.

“A promise ring, like a representation of our love. It sounded a lot better when Kie explained it to me..” John B trailed off, suddenly nervous that you wouldn’t like the present or think it was stupid.

“JB I love it,” you whisper, a small smile gracing your lips. He instantly perks up, grinning at you. “Yea?”

You nod, slipping the ring on your finger. “Thank you JB,” you say, pressing a small kiss against his lips.

“Anything for you princess.”

I've never known the lovin' of a man

But it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand

There's a boy here in town says he'll love me forever

Who would have thought forever could be severed

Your home life wasn’t the best. You were a pogue, living alone after your mother had left you for some kook. You never knew your father, never got to experience that love. The only love you experienced was what you had with John b. And now that too had been taken away from you, the world playing yet another cruel trick on you. That promise ring meant that the two of you would love each other for the rest of your lives, what felt like forever. Apparently forever isn’t very long at all. Love wasn’t as strong as you had once thought it was, because it was able to be completely shattered by life, or rather the ending of one. You had never known what love was before John B came into your life, and now that he was gone, you feared that you would never experience love again.

So put on your best boys and I'll wear my pearls

What I never did is done

The four of you all stood looking over the marsh, grieving the one person that had kept you all together. None of you knew how to handle this, how to cope. You couldn’t look out for one another because each of you were falling apart on your own. Your mind wandered to what could have been. The kisses you never gave him, too shy or fearful of rejection. The words you never said, emotions getting in the way. It all felt silly and stupid. Why hadn’t you simply done everything you wanted with John B while you still had the chance? All the what ifs crushed you, made you feel like you couldn’t breathe and your vision blur, until eventually everything just went dark.

The ballad of a dove

Go with peace and love

Gather up your tears, keep 'em in your pocket

Save 'em for a time when your really gonna need 'em oh

Pope caught you before you hit the ground, instantly in a frenzy. “Guys she’s barely breathing.”

Both Kie and JJ turned to look at your all but lifeless form, panic in their eyes. “Shit she- what do we do?” JJ’s frantic voice echoed throughout the marsh, only increasing the tension and worry in the environment. Eventually, despite the money it would cost, the three of them were speeding off to the hospital, trying their best to keep you breathing and comfortable. As soon as Kie pulled into the hospital, JJ slammed the car door open, picking you up and running inside with your limp body in his arms, Kie and Pope not far behind him. Doctors and nurses were all over you in a matter of seconds, pushing the three pogues away whenever they tried to see what exactly was happening to their best friend. The situation felt eerily similar, the painful events that lead to John B’s death still fresh in their minds. All they could do was stand there, wondering if they were going to lose yet another friend. There were no more tears left to cry, all of them already spent on John B.

The ringing of a phone pulls them out of their stupor. “Who’s damn phone is that?” Kie questions aloud, prompting JJ to pull the buzzing device out of his pocket.

“Mine.” He mumbles before answering the call. His eyes widen as soon as he hears the voice on the other end, earning questioning glances from both Pope and Kie.

“John B?”

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brotbrotbrotlamb · 3 years

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amortentia

“Look, the only thing that has changed is the way I’m acting towards you,” she rolled her eyes, “everything else stayed the same. And you’re being really dumb and annoying right now, but I still love you to the moon and back.”

Staring at her, nonplussed, Bread nodded slowly. “Okay.”

Suddenly, she said, “Kiss me.”

He choked.

Warnings: n/a

Word count: 3k

“So class,” said Professor Slughorn one day, “today we will be brewing this potion.”

He motioned to a cauldron in front of the class, which contained a liquid with a distinctive mother-of-pearl sheen.

“Can anyone tell me what it is and what its properties are?”

Patricia Havisham’s hand in front of Lamb shot up.

“Yes, Miss Havisham?”

“Amortentia, Sir. Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in existence. Despite its power, Amortentia doesn't create actual love; it's impossible to manufacture or imitate love. The person under the effect of the potion will only hold an obsession for the person who administered it,” her housemate basically recited the textbook.

“Wonderful memory work, Miss Havisham! Five points to Gryffindor,” Slughorn smiled, and Havisham ducked her head. Lamb snorted softly, knowing that Slughorn, being a Slytherin, definitely knew what he was doing when he said “memory work”.

“Really, laughing at your own housemate?” an annoying voice entered her ears. “How unkind of you, Chan.”

“Shut up, you ho,” Lamb’s smile fell from her face immediately, only to be replaced by a scowl. “As if you Slytherins would have any sympathy for your own housemates.”

“At least we seem united,” Bread smirked mockingly, and Lamb wished for the three thousandth time that she wasn’t sitting beside him, but Slughorn wanted to encourage inter-house unity and all.

“Miss Chan, would you like to answer this question?” Slughorn suddenly focused his attention on her.

“Oh,” she started, before raising her shoulders slightly in a shrug. “Uh, professor, could you repeat your question?”

“What are some distinctive features of Amortentia?”

“Well, uh, it has a mother-of-pearl sheen and its steam rises in spirals. You can also smell the person you like in the potion."

"Correct! Five more points to Gryffindor. Anyways…" Slughorn started talking, but Lamb tuned his voice out. There was really nothing you couldn't learn about Amortentia from the textbooks. Her gaze absentmindedly wandered to the cauldron at the front of the class, where the Amortentia was. She wondered what it smelled like.

Then, Bread was standing up and everyone was standing up and Slughorn was going back to his desk… Wait, that meant it was brewing time.

"Slow reflexes, Chan?" Bread said, grabbing a handful of ashwinder eggs and moonstones.

"None of your business, anyway," she pursed her lips, occasionally glancing back at the board to ensure she had the right ingredients. "Have you really got nothing else to do other than to taunt me?"

"It's not taunting," he said, "it's affectionate teasing.”

Lamb gagged.

The lesson passed by uneventfully. Lamb ground up the moonstone and chucked in the ingredients while Bread was responsible for stirring the potion.

“It’s one pearl, not two,” Bread hissed, barely stopping her from throwing in two mother-of-pearls.

“It is?” Lamb raised an eyebrow, glancing at the board, which clearly said “one mother-of-pearl”. She put one down and dropped the other one into the potion. “So it is.”

“I know you’re dumb, but please take this seriously, Chan,” Bread sneered, “that way you won’t be a complete disappointment.”

“What’s the use of being good at potions if you have an unfixable, ugly personality?” she rolled her eyes right back. “It was just a lapse in focus. Last week you nearly put four lionfish spines and exploded the entire class.”

“It was three.”

“It’s still wrong,” Lamb replied, before noting that a pleasant scent was wafting from their cauldron. Leaning closer, she frowned. “Is it done already? I still haven’t put in the rose thorns.”

“Wait,” Bread suddenly narrowed his eyes and began taking steps back. “Wait, step away.”

“No, what did you to it? I put all the ingredients in the right order,” ignoring his words, Lamb positioned her face above the cauldron, trying to discern the abnormality. “It looks more orange than white. Bread, what did you—”

BOOM!

An earth-shaking explosion rocked the entire classroom. The contents of the entire cauldron shot out of the cauldron, covering Lamb and somehow only Lamb with the unfinished mixture. There was a moment of absolute silence, in which the girl stared at herself, surprised that she wasn’t covered in burns, before sinking down in her chair.

“Miss Lamb! Mister Bread! What happened here?” Slughorn’s voice was stricter than she had ever heard it. Just when she tried to answer, a dizzying spell came over her, causing her eyes to roll to the back of her head and her entire body to lurch forward unexpectedly. Something soft caught her just as her head headed for the corner of the table, saving her just in time.

Slowly, the dizzy spell cleared, and she could gradually regain control of her senses. Looking up, Lamb was met with the dumb face of her seat-mate… Wait… No…

“Bread,” she said, the clarity of her voice surprising even herself. The boy who was currently supporting her weight flinched, before turning to her, snapping, “What?”

“You’re really hot, you know that?” her mouth said on its own accord. Lamb gasped, appalled for a split second, before her brain dissolved into mush. Yeah, yeah, she agreed. “You are really, really hot.”

Starting from that day onwards, Hogwarts was no longer peaceful.

“Are you serious?” Lamb knew that the boy beside her was raging, but she didn’t really want to know why, because he looked so manly while he yelled. Staring dreamily at the object of her dreams for the past few days, she sighed in satisfaction. If only she could stare at him forever.

“Apologies, Bread,” Slughorn sighed, except he was sighing for a completely different reason. “I can’t make an antidote unless I know exactly what you and Miss Lamb put in that potion.”

“Can’t we just give her a general antidote? Anything to stop her from acting like,” he gestured furiously to her, “like this?”

“Hey!” Lamb exclaimed, drawing the attention of the two other people in the room. “I still can understand you, you know? Just because a cauldron exploded in my face doesn’t mean my intelligence is impaired. Plus, I don’t want to go back to before.”

Bread muttered something that sounded like, “You have no intelligence to be ‘impaired’.”

“M’boy,” Slughorn said, his tone somewhat mournful, “you know we administered the antidote for Amortentia yesterday. There were no changes. Unless we know the exact procedure you followed yesterday, there is almost no chance of getting the correct antidote.”

“There’s no way of stopping this?” Bread said, horrified.

“Unless it wears off, of course,” Slughorn added, but then hesitated. “But… this seems to be a very potent potion. It’s unclear when this will wear off.”

Bread sagged in his seat, and Lamb would have giggled at the sight of him seemingly aging decades in a single second had she not realised that he looked good no matter what he did.

“Oh my God,” she said, “Bread. You look so handsome no matter how I—”

“Stop,” he snapped, then glanced at Slughorn and added, “please.”

Lamb pouted.

“I just don’t understand how I hated him before,” Lamb ranted to her friends as they walked through the doors of the Great Hall. “He’s just so dashing, and handsome, and sweet, and kind, and patient, and I don’t know how I was so blind before!”

“Uh,” Chocolate interrupted, “one of your reasons was that he was a Slytherin.”

“Oh, seriously, house unity is what’s really important,” Lamb rolled her eyes. “I was so stupid. There’s nothing wrong with inter-house dating.”

“Dating?” Jelly made a lenny face. “Are we really going there?”

“I mean, she’s under the effects of a failed Amortentia,” Xiaolongbao pointed out. “So, duh.”

“It’s not failed,” Lamb argued, “I’d say it’s the most successful batch that’s ever been made. Bread indeed, making everything he does better and more perfect.”

Suddenly, her eyes lit up as she spotted someone walking in with his friends.

“Bread!” she yelled, getting up from her seat.

“Do we stop her?” Sorbet asked, conflicted.

“No,” Xiaolongbao replied at the same time Chocolate said, “yes.”

Glaring at the former, Chocolate explained, “I’d rather Lamb get angry at me now than her getting mad at me after the potion wears off.”

Shuddering at the thought, Xiaolongbao conceded. “That’s true.”

Lamb was about to launch herself at Bread when Chocolate abruptly grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

“Sorry, gents,” her friend smiled sarcastically, “just doing some damage control. Oi, Lamb, come on!”

“Noooooo,” she whined as she was dragged bit by bit back to the Gryffindor table. “I was going to confess my love!”

“Everyone is watching!” Chocolate hissed, glancing around the Great Hall and noticing that everyone’s eyes were on them, even the professors. “You can do it later. Please. Just come back now.”

Lamb frowned, but gave in. “Fine.”

“Bread,” Lamb said to him once she sat down beside him in potions.

He looked up, surprise flashing over his face at the fact that she wasn’t professing her love for him for once. “What?”

“Go with me to Hogsmeade this Sunday.”

She watched him sag, like she had just obliterated his hopes and dreams.

“No.”

“Please!”

“No.”

“Pretty please.”

“I will never say yes.”

“You will say yes!” Lamb declared. Suddenly, her face morphed to one of confusion. “Wait. What did I just say?”

“I will say yes?” Bread repeated, before realising too late with a look of dawning horror on his face.

“Yes! See, I told you you would say yes,” Lamb grinned, looping her arm around his. Bread flinched, but didn’t move his hand away. She would come right back if he did. “You’re the best crush ever.”

“Crush?” he repeated, bemused.

“Well, I want to change that to boyfriend if you’d let me,” she smirked, and he instantly turned his head away, slightly mortified at the fact that she was the one flirting with him.

“No,” he said, and her face fell. “No, and that’s final.”

“Honestly, Madam Puddifoot’s is just,” she scrunched her nose up, shaking her head. “I don’t know what sort of vapid, uncultured, shallow person goes into that place. I would die before I brought my boyfriend,” she grinned, before tiptoeing to boop his nose, “to that sort of place.”

He scrunched his nose too, but for a completely different reason. “Dude. I know you’re under a love potion, but stop calling me your boyfriend. I’m not.”

“But it’s so cute,” Lamb’s smile dropped, “you’re cute.”

He barely resisted the smile that subconsciously appeared at her words.

“Stop spouting nonsense,” he scowled, though there was no heat behind his words.

“But anyway,” she ignored him, “let’s go to Zonkos! I know you love the jokes. I’m not a big fan of them but hey! If you love them I’ll accompany you too. Because that’s what girlfriends do.”

“For the last time,” he said through clenched teeth, “I’m not your boyfriend, you’re not my girlfriend, and we’re not in a relationship. I’m only doing this so you won’t kill me for embarrassing you entirely in front of the school.”

“Oh, when I go back to normal, silly me is going to think I’m embarrassing her anyway,” Lamb waved her hand dismissively, “so don’t worry. And anyway, surely you know that I’m even infatuated with you because you were the person for which I held the most romantic attraction?”

He stopped in the middle of Hogsmeade, drawing a few curious looks. “What?” he hissed, incredulous.

She shook her head. “And I thought you were intelligent. The reason why I’m even affected by a supposedly-failed potion like that is because I liked someone at all. If I was aromantic, like I’m sure Chocolate probably is, it wouldn’t work on me at all.”

He glanced at her strangely, trying to mask the turmoil within him. “Why are you strangely sentient?”

Staring at her, nonplussed, Bread nodded slowly. “Okay.”

Suddenly, she said, “Kiss me.”

He choked.

Fortunately (or unfortunately, Bread’s traitorous mind suggested), they didn’t actually get to that.

It was the middle of Potions and they were brewing the Invigoration Draught when Lamb suddenly seized up in her spot beside him. Bread, concerned, looked over at the girl, only to meet her panicked and distressed eyes, and he instantly knew.

He just knew.

It had been exactly a month since the cauldron exploded in her face.

Even as she bolted out of the classroom, ignoring Slughorn’s calls, he didn’t do anything to stop her. Instead, he continued brewing the potion, his heart and his mind battling for dominance. While his brain told him he should clearly be relieved at such a nightmare passing, his heart was screaming for him to chase after her, be sad, declare his love for her, anything for her to come back.

He chose to believe he was relieved, even while his heart ached in the corner.

Why. Was. He. Even. Sad?

“Oh my God, Lamb, please come out and eat,” Chocolate pleaded through the door of the bathroom. “It’s been a day. You will actually die. Plus, I can’t see you, but I’m sure you look ugly crying.”

Lamb laughed involuntarily, choking on it right after. Her body was trembling, wracked with all the sobs she managed to muster after coming back to her senses. She had embarrassed herself for one whole month, thirty whole days, in front of the entire school.

At that thought, the tears began falling again.

“Lamb! Please come out! We’ll Obliviate everyone for you!” Xiaolongbao yelled.

“We’ll send Bread to China so you’ll never see him,” Jelly suggested.

“I mean, like, who needs Bread anyway?” Sorbet said, unsure. Immediately afterwards, multiple voices started yelling, and through the noise, Lamb could pick out a “Okay, okay! I’m sorry! I was trying to be helpful!” and she snorted at her friends’ immaturity.

Going out felt like dying. She couldn’t believe she had been so bold, so stupid, so un-Lamb. She wasn’t even sure if she could face anyone ever again.

“Lamb I WILL BUST THIS DOOR OPEN IF YOU DON’T COME OUT! I WON’T LET YOU STARVE!” Chocolate screamed, and started banging on the door.

“Okay, okay,” Lamb conceded, wiping her tears off her face. Staring at herself in the mirror, she realised she looked like an absolute nightmare. “I’m coming out.”

“FINALLY!” Jelly exclaimed.

When she saw Bread in the corridor, she bolted immediately in the opposite direction.

“Hey,” he said, giving her a mini heart attack with the way he appeared just behind her. She gave him no time to talk before sprinting away maniacally, as if chased by Dementors.

“Please wait!” he called, but she ignored it, focusing on the sound of her beating heart. Whether it was exercise or nerves, she didn’t know.

She skipped Potions just for this. She was sure Slughorn would understand.

Lamb gasped as she was pulled into an alcove. Looking up, she saw the face that had been haunting her like a malevolent spirit that just wouldn’t go away. She paled dramatically, and tried to tug her hand away.

“Let go,” she whispered, but he didn’t budge.

“No,” he said, before taking in a deep breath.

“Look,” he said, and she did exactly that. “I know you’re embarrassed. But like, uh, you don’t really have to. I don’t think so. Because like, you know, you’re only embarrassed if like, the person that’s involved in whatever you did, uh, doesn’t like it or has a bad impression of you. But like, hey, that didn’t happen. So, uh, you don’t have to be sad. Or starve yourself. I haven’t seen you eat properly in days.”

Lamb struggled to understand.

“You’ve been watching me eat?” she settled for a question.

His lips flattened into a straight line as his hand rubbed his neck.

“I mean like,” he said awkwardly, “I’ve kinda always been watching you?”

“What are you, a stalker?” she asked.

Even though it was dark, she could see his embarrassment. “I expected something else but. like, okay…”

“No, no,” she backtracked. “I like it.”

She wanted to slap herself.

They stared at each other for a long time.

“So what you, or not you, or maybe it was you,” he fumbled, “what you said about having feelings for me already, leading to you actually getting affected. Was that… was that true?”

There it was, the dreaded question. What should she say? Yes? No? The truth? A lie?

“You want the truth or the lie?”

“Obviously the truth.”

Lamb took a deep breath.

“No,” she told him, watching his reaction carefully. Instantly, his face crumbled, before an impenetrable mask blocked any feelings from even showing on his face.

“I see,” he said icily, “I’ll leave you alone.”

Then, before she could help it, a grin, so wide she felt like she was splitting her face in two, took over her face and swept her off her feet.

“Dude,” she said, and he stopped, hearing the clear smile in her voice. “I was joking. The answer is yes a hundred times over.”

He froze.

“Because yes, I, uh,” she stuttered, feeling her cheeks heat up. “I like you, okay? I do like you. And I hate that it took this stupid potion for me to actually show it but like, yes! I do like you!”

Slowly, he turned to face her, the same shit-eating grin she had on her face on his.

“Good, because, uh,” he paused, before saying, “I think I might like you too.”

And so Hogwarts became peaceful again.

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#breadandlamb #fluff #again #sort of like a repost but i never posted it in the first place

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Fine, I Like You. Now What?

Prompt: Imagine your friend Charlie setting you up on a date with Crowley because she knows you have the hots for him. At first, you and Crowley refuse to admit the attraction to each other but that quickly changes.

Paring: Crowley x Reader, Reader x Charlie (friendship, mentioned)

Word Count: 1,591

Warning: None

This was a hard prompt. I hope I did it justice.

It’s been a year since you meet Charlie. She was on a “hunt” her words, not yours. Apparently, your new beau at the time was just trying to kill you, chop you into pieces and then eat you. Definitely not fifth date material to be sure. Charlie came along just in time to save the day and since that day you’ve been besties.

You looked up to her, a smart intelligent strong woman standing on her own two feet in the scary world of monsters. You wished you could be that badass. Give it time. She even taught you a few things. You can proudly say that you now know to hack. Of course, you wouldn’t want to shout that fact from the rooftops - jail and all.

You even met with the Winchesters. They were a big deal in the hunting community apparently, super handsome but not the kind of life you’d necessarily want to live or put up with as the girlfriend. You actually helped them both several times with research. Go you, right? You also met the King of Hell - major baddie, kind of an ass, hella sarcastic, also kinda cute and charming if you’re into that.

Today was a girl’s night. Charlie came over to hang out, watch movies, eat pizza, geek out etc. Midway through the munchies, she suggested that you go on a blind date. She was sure you’d like the guy. You groaned. I mean who likes blind dates? They never go well! It was always better to find your own guy but where? You needed a new guy, you were starting to feel lonely and even worse, you’d look at couples and wish they’d die. So yeah the whole single thing was getting to you. You agreed to the blind date and stuffed your face with delicious pizza and homemade popcorn which is the perfect way to drown out everything else.

It was show time for your date. You left the house wearing your favorite dress, the one that showed off all your curves and highlighted your best asset, your legs. You wore your “good luck” boots and had a natural makeup moment going on. You were pretty in your own right and didn’t need tons of makeup to sell it. You even put your gorgeous dangling pearl earrings on. You smiled in the mirror before you left. You closed the door arriving there a bit early. Why did you agree to this again? Oh yeah desperate, right. Charlie knew you were worried and sent you texts throughout the night stopping only when you reached the restaurant.

“You’re awesome.”

“He’s gonna love the dress. OMG girl!”

“You look like an awesome confident woman.”

“Go get ‘em, tiger.”

“Just trust me and go with it.”

That was the last one she sent and boy did it worry you. Trust her? Oh god, who were you meeting?

You went up to the hostess and almost whispered. You were way too nervous to speak at a normal volume.

“I’m waiting for someone…uh… on a blind date.” The hostess giggled.

“I knew he was with someone.”

Ok so he’s handsome, you thought. Handsome enough that she noticed and giggled. Hmm…

“Follow me sugar.”

You gulped as she lead you to the table all the way in the back away from the other patrons. Ok, privacy is good, right? She placed the menus on the table and smiled at you both before leaving. Your heart stopped when you saw it was Crowley. Really Charlie? Crowley. What the hell? No pun intended. What was Charlie thinking? I mean yes he was hot, duh. That was a given but the King of Hell. Would you even survive sex with the King of Hell? I mean he’s gotta be into kinky stuff. Runaway brain. Shit. Ok. Just sit down, talk a little, eat something and then get out of there before you do something stupid. I should have worn something ugly.”

Crowley was also having a bit for a hard time. The moment he saw you he fought to keep his expression bland. He thought you were interesting before, even intriguing but in that dress, in that outfit, wow! Now he wanted you.

“Well, this is a surprise, hello Crowley.”

“It really is. Hello, y/n. Charlie was the one that set that up? Remind me again who Charlie is?”

“The fiery red-headed lesbian hunter computer genius?”

“Ah yes, that one?”

“You know another Charlie?“

Crowley smirked.

You both looked at the menus doing the awkward eye dance where you looked at Crowley and then suddenly looked away focusing on your menu whenever you caught him looking back. You held your menu higher so he couldn’t see you at all and almost whispered your order when the waitress comes back. She raised her eyebrows at both of you. Both of you were completely silent making a point not to stare or even look at each other. When the food came, Crowley was the first to break the silence.

“You don’t have to be afraid-.”

“I’m not afraid. I just don’t like you so it’s awkward. Besides we have nothing to talk about. What, you want me to ask about hell?”

“You don’t like me, I’m offended.”

“Oooh, a non-hunter offended the King of Hell I should get a medal.”

“Feeling pretty good about yourself?”

“Yep. Besides you don’t like me either.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Oh please. I’m not a hunter, nor am I Buffy or a computer genius, I’m just a plain human. How uninteresting so let’s just get through this dinner.”

That comment really got to him. He struggled to keep his anger at bay. He was a chore for her! How dare she!

“Get through dinner. I’m a King, y/n I don’t get through dinner! I don’t need to be with-.”

“Wow, righteous indignation from the King of Hell. Calm down we were talking almost pleasantly. No need to start killing and freaking out. If it helps I withdraw the previous statement.”

“Did you mean it?”

You say nothing and continue eating. Crowley’s face pales and he looks dejected and nervous. He feels insulted and normally he would just kill anyone who would have even dared to suggest that. He knew for a fact that you were lying. Damn it he did have feelings for you. Maybe this was why you said it? Is Y/N trying to manipulate me? To what end? he pondered. He was furious at what you said and wanted payback. He would make you admit your feelings by the end of dinner damn it or he was going to kill someone!

“Hell’s good thanks for asking.”

“I didn’t really but good to know that the torturing of souls is going well. Hate for that to be all out of whack.”

“And you’re the champion of goodness.”

“Well, at least I don’t kill and torture people. “

“What do you do?”

“Don’t feign interest. It doesn’t matter. I hate when people ask about jobs as if defines the person. Who cares what I do.”

“If you hate it so much why not quit.”

“Have you ever tried looking for a job? Filling out resumes? I’d rather cut my eyes out and burn myself alive.”

“That pleasant.”

“Seriously try it sometimes. The King of Hell applying for a job. Hilarious.”

They continued eating in silence for a bit.

“How did you meet Charlie?”

“My last boyfriend tried to eat me in a nutshell. I just have bad luck with men, I’m always attracted to the wrong ones.”

Crowley raised his eyebrow

“Pompous much. You think I meant you?”

“You know dear, you are quite good at sarcasm.”

“Thank you. My first compliment of the night. Yes, I pride myself on my sarcasm.”

“You look amazing in that dress.”

“And so the night shifts. I wasn’t fishing for compliments but thanks.”

“You always like this on dates?”

“What? You mean on the defensive from a guy that can kill you with one snap of his fingers? Why no, usually the men I date are human. So this is all for you.”

“Why would I want to kill you?”

“You’re evil? It’s fun? I make you angry one day? Didn’t I already actually? This you and I, what you’re trying to start may be a death sentence for me. You have tons of enemies and I hear not all your demons are loyal. This starts and I have a bullseye on my back.”

“I would never harm you y/n. I do have a temper, but I’ve never killed a woman over it. Well, one that betrayed me.”

“Not inspiring confidence.”

“As for everyone else. I will personally see to it you are not harmed. I can ask my most loyal demons to watch you.”

“Like a demonic bodyguard?”

“Exactly.”

“He better be looking and not touching.”

“He wouldn’t dare touch you.”

That smoldering look in his eyes. Shit that was sexy. Mmmmm. Damn you resolve. Why did he have to be so fucking handsome? Yeah ok, so maybe you liked him so what?

“Someone really likes me. Good luck boots save the day.”

Crowley smiles.

“They are great boots.”

“What makes you think I even like you?”

“Oh come now, dear. I know how you feel. I read your mind when you came in.”

“What? Complete invasion-.”

Crowley reached across the table and kissed you passionately.

“Worth it?” he asked

“Read my mind and see.”

You smiled and winked at him

“Check.”

#crowley #crowley fanfic #crowley fanfiction #crowley angst #crowley fluff

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lady-divine-writes · 6 years

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Kurtbastian fic - “Kurt on Ice” (Rated T)

While doing their homework at Sebastian's house, Kurt receives a mysterious package ... (1605 words)

A/N: I wrote this in honor of the fiftieth person who's asked me if my series was inspired by Yuri on Ice. Plus, I like these playful moments where the boys navigate their feelings together.

Part 26 of Outside Edge

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“Sign here, Mr. Smythe … and initial here …”

“Gotcha.”

“And that’s it. Thank you very much. Did you need help bringing that inside?”

“Nope. I think I’ve got it. Thanks anyway.”

Kurt hears Sebastian politely dismiss the delivery man who interrupted their afternoon study session out of the blue – a major inconvenience since, this time, they actually were studying, both hitting the books to prepare for huge tests in math. That didn’t mean they didn’t sneak the occasional kiss between quadratic formulas but, for the most part, they were keeping things G for the sake of an A.

But a page of proofs were put on pause when the unexpected UPS truck pulled up out front of Sebastian’s house.

Kurt looks over his shoulder when he hears Sebastian grunt, attempting to tilt the tall, rectangular box and drag it into the living room.

“That’s a big box,” Kurt comments, too entertained by Sebastian’s struggling to get up and help.

“Yup. And it’s addressed to you.” Sebastian taps a finger on the address label, pointing out Kurt’s name.

“If it’s for me, why did it come here?”

“Because I’m your coach,” Sebastian says proudly, happy that someone outside of their inner circle is finally acknowledging his role in Kurt’s budding career. “And as such, potential sponsorships and endorsement deals go through me.”

Kurt smirks, not sure whether that’s completely true or not, but he doesn’t call Sebastian out on it. He’s way too adorable, acting all cocky over his job as Kurt’s coach. No need to land any blows to his ego.

“So” – Kurt stands from the sofa, leaving his calculus homework on the coffee table – “what’s in it?”

“Samples.” Sebastian props the box against the arm of the sofa, then tears into the packing tape, at least three obnoxious layers of it keeping the box closed.

“Of what? This box is way too big to be skates.” Kurt looks for the address label right as Sebastian rips it, destroying any clue to the sender of the package. “Oh, you don’t think it could be hockey sticks, do you?”

“Nah.” Sebastian chuckles at Kurt’s under-enthused tone. As much as Kurt enjoys practicing with the team and expanding his skating skills, Sebastian knows that Kurt isn’t as into hockey as he is. Even protected by over thirty pounds of goalie gear, he apparently has issues with pucks flying at his face. “It’s from a company called ‘Light in the Box’.” Sebastian chuckles again, like he knows something that Kurt doesn’t. It’s become a habit of Sebastian’s, from being more in the know in skating circles than Kurt, and Kurt doesn’t like it.

“I’ve never heard of them.”

“Well, they’ve heard of you. And from what I know of them, if I’m correct, they’ve zeroed in on your … particular style tastes.”

“And, pray tell, what’s that supposed to mean?”

Sebastian pulls the first of about eight costume bags from the box. He unzips the top and takes a peek before Kurt can sneak one. With a snort and a smile, he announces, “A-ha! I thought so! Take a look at this!”

Sebastian undoes the zipper the rest of the way to reveal a black, satiny jumpsuit, covered in an over-abundance of Swarovski crystals and pearls. Thin silver chains run down the sides, swaying as Sebastian turns the costume over. Whoever designed it pulled out all the stops when it came to accessorizing, as there doesn’t appear to be an undecorated inch of fabric left. But bedazzled to excess, that isn’t the most notable part of the outfit.

It’s the huge, V-shaped opening down the front, the gap at the neck running from nearly shoulder to shoulder, the point ending at the waist (Sebastian suspects below the belly button).

Kurt gasps.

Sebastian snorts. “Now, this is some Yuri on Ice shit right here.”

Kurt blinks at his boyfriend’s remark. He takes a moment to turn his scowl of disgust away from the tacky costume to his slightly tackier boyfriend. “I didn’t know you watched anime.”

“I don’t,” Sebastian says, not sounding the least bit guilty as he holds the outfit out in front of him, trying to picture what it would look like clinging to his boyfriend’s lithe and toned frame.

“Then how do you know about Yuri on Ice?”

“Everyone knows about Yuri on Ice. Duh.” Sebastian rolls his eyes. “It’s one of the reasons why we had so many teenage girls hacking up our ice in rental skates last summer. Everyone saw it and frickin’ thought they could skate. Thank God they’re all gone now.”

Kurt reaches out a curious hand to finger the fabric and investigate the seams, judge its overall quality. It seems sturdy, constructed well for a sample – all of the hems finished, as if the designer made it a point to get Kurt’s exact measurements instead of leaving them to be altered later on. The crystals on the cuffs appear affixed nice and tight. Overall, not too shabby.

But that doesn’t mean he’s wearing it.

“They do know I’m still a teenager, right? And that this might be considered a little obscene?”

“Pfft. This coming from a guy who wears his pants so tight, he doesn’t need to see a proctologist. A doctor can just diagnose you from the stands.”

“Ha-ha. At least my outfits cover everything,” Kurt snaps, his cheeks going hot. “Look! It doesn’t have a net panel or anything up front! I’d freeze in that thing!”

“It definitely would be chilly wearing this out on the ice. Probably uncomfortable, too. We’d need to glue it to your skin.”

“Exactly,” Kurt agrees, happy that his boyfriend – his coach – can see reason. But the way Sebastian focuses on the treacherous V-neck with long, slow sweeps of his eyes makes the hairs on the back of his neck prickle.

“But …”

Kurt glares at Sebastian. What but? He can’t seriously be considering this!? Kurt doesn’t need endorsements that badly. “But …?”

“You’d still look pretty hot in it.”

Kurt’s eyes pop from Sebastian’s face to the costume he’s holding, and he snickers. He doesn’t know whether to feel flattered by that remark or filthy.

Is it wrong that he feels a teeny bit of both, he wonders?

And that he kind of likes it?

“Well, the world’s never going to see me in it, I’m afraid.”

“I’m not talking about the world, Hummel …” Sebastian peeks past the shoulder of the costume with shy yet mischievous eyes - the eyes of a boy who spent so much time pulling Kurt’s leg and making him miserable that navigating these intimate moments tends to intimidate him. “I’m talking about, you know, just me.”

Kurt goes from bulging eyes to mouth agape. “Uh … you want me to model it for you?”

“Among other things.”

“What other things?”

“You don’t like to make out in your other outfits …”

Kurt lifts an eyebrow, trying to determine from the expression on Sebastian’s face if he’s really thinking what Kurt thinks he’s thinking.

“You could be Yuri …”

Yup. He is.

“What?” Sebastian says, nervous over his boyfriend’s stunned silence.

“You want to roleplay an anime? You don’t think that’s a tad creepy?”

“It’s not like it’s Hello Kitty or Pokemon, alright?” Sebastian explains, his cheeks getting redder than Kurt’s did. “That show is chock full of pole dancing, and n-naked hot tubbing …”

“You do realize that that would make us figure skaters roleplaying as figure skaters?”

“It’ll be skate-ception.”

“You know, your pop culture references are frighteningly on point right now.”

“So … is th-that … a no?”

Kurt takes a step towards his boyfriend melting in embarrassment behind the barely three yards of fabric hanging from an almost bent hanger. And as amusing as his impending humiliation is, Kurt can’t leave him like this.

He can’t torment Sebastian when all he’s been doing, in a roundabout way, is calling Kurt sexy.

“Seeing as I make all my own costumes, it’s not like I’ll be heartbroken if anything happens to this one,” he says, putting his hands on Sebastian’s shoulders and kneading gently.

“True,” Sebastian says, smiling at Kurt, embolden by his touch to continue where he left off.

“Plus, they were kind enough to send it to me.” Kurt leans closer, mouth fitting against Sebastian’s in the space between their breaths. “I should see how it fits, how it wears, how it … holds up under stress …”

“It would be nice of you to review their product,” Sebastian agrees, following Kurt’s lips as they tease his own, “from one professional costume designer to another.”

Kurt inches even closer, sliding his body against his boyfriend’s, feeling how hard he’s become through his baggy jeans and the slip of a costume sandwiched between them.

“You know, we might not even need to put me in this clown suit to get things rolling. Hmm? All things considered …” He punctuates those words with an upward thrust into Sebastian’s crotch.

Sebastian looks deep into his boyfriend’s eyes, startlingly blue the more he gets turned on; plump lips parted, his breath hot against Sebastian’s mouth, so close, so tempting. Sebastian licks his lips, the tip of his tongue grazing Kurt’s chin, and nods. “Yes. Yes, we do.” He grabs Kurt’s hand and, costume draped over his arm, pulls Kurt towards the staircase that leads to the upper level of the house and his bedroom.

“Sebastian …”

“After all, we want to give them an honest review.”

“Sebastian …”

“You wouldn’t want to lie to your fans, would you?”

“Sebastian!”

“Do it for the fans, Kurt! The fans!”

#kurtbastian #frankie writes

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epj-industries · 7 years

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Prom Night | High school Aruani Day 2 2017

Annie Leonhardt, the bad girl of Renaissance High school. The one who always dresses in black and-

“Can you just shut the hell up Mina!” The blond girl named Annie said as she came out in her bathrobe. “You sound creepy when you narrarate.”

“Sorry! I’m just happy for you!” The black haired girl said also in a bathrobe.

“It’s just Prom.” Annie replied.

“Yeah. Your first prom ever! I can’t belive that you finally decided to go!”

“It’s a dance Mina. You know I’m not too into these events, especially dances.”

“Yeah. I’ve been with you since Elementary school Annie. I know you well, but this year is different!”

“And how is that?” Annie asked as she sits in front of her dresser.

“Cause you have a date!” Annie asked shocked.

“With who?”

“With the one and only Armin Arlert!!”

“I know right!” They both said as they jumped up in joy screeching like fangirls seeing their celebrity star. Then suddenly they parted.

“Woah! What just happened!”

“It’s called fangirling Annie.” Mina responded.

“That was so out of my character.” Annie stated as she sat back down.

“Get used to it honey cause that’s all you’re gonna do when Prince Charming asks you out on more dates.”

“Please. That won’t happen.”

“Annie. You’re both seniors going to the same College. I won’t doubt he’ll make a move on you there and- ”

“I SENSED FANGIRLING!” A blond short girl said as she busted through the door. She was followed by a brunette girl with long hair and a potato in hand, and a raven black hair up to her shoulder. They were all wearing bathrobes.

“Oh hey Historia, Sasha, and Mikasa. It was us. We’re getting ready for what’s to come for our little Annie.”

“Mina stop it.” Annie blushed at the statement as she hesitantly takes out her makeup bag she never used. It was a gift from her over before she left. She was just 14 at the time. Now, Annie’s 19 and in her senior year of high school.

“Come on Annie it’s true.” Sasha said as she engulfed her potato in one single bite. “It’s your big day today. Your first prom since Elementary School. We’re all happy for you.”

“Never thought you’ll get a date though.” Mikasa said.

“Never thought you’ll go out with Jaeger bombastic Mika.” Annie replied as Mikasa blushed at his nickname.

“E- Eren’s a good guy once you get to know him!” Mikasa said.

“Sure. Who wouldn’t want to date the captain of the football team.” Annie continued as Historia started doing her hair first.

“Stop teasing Annie. You have a special case too.” Historia added. “You’re one to talk about, dating the one and only Armin Arlert!”

“I know right!” Everyone said as they jumped up screeching like fangirls all over again.

“Woah!” Annie and Mikasa said In unison. “That was so unlike us.”

“Get used to it.” The rest said as Annie sat back down again.

What was so special about the Armin Arlert was that he was the most smartest boy in school with a 99.9% GPA. Why doesn’t he have scars? Cause he’s a hot “bad boy” With a black belt in karate, helps the kitty orphanage, is the Quarterback in the football team, and is the valedictorian. So yeah, he’s the big deal ever since Sophomore year.

How did Annie get caught in Armin’s fangirl club? She was never really interested in him until the beginning of Junior year. Sure she and him spent the entire day together and grew a strong friendship but it changed when Annie was kicked out of Burger King. She just got out of her exhausted part time job as a delivery girl and she needed to eat but got into an argument with one of the cashiers. Armin bumped into her and ended up buying both his and her lunch. He didn’t mind at all and Connie was right; A way to a woman is through her stomach.

“All done!” Historia said as she sets down her brush and concealer to reveal a beauty. Annie’s hair was all out in a high bun, her face all covered with a nice mix of concealer and blush. Her eyes matching with the blue eyeshadow and her eyeliner was on fleek. Annie gasped in surprise and shock when Mina puts on a tiara on her head. Her mother’s tiara.

“She would’ve wanted you to wear it as well Annie.” Mina said as she helped Annie put on her matching earings.

“You look beautiful Annie.” Historia added. All of them agreed.

Hours have passed as everyone got ready for their dates to pick them up. Mikasa was In a black dress accompanied by her usual red scarf around her neck. Eren gave her that when they were in elementary school. She wore it ever since. Her hair was also in a high bun and she wore diamond earings and necklace. Sasha was next wearing a light brown dress. Her hair was down and she was wearing Connie locket he gave her for her birthday. Historia was all out gold with her hair with curls. Unlike the rest, she wasn’t all in love with the usual crowd. Ymir was her name and she made sure no boy touched Historia. Mina was wearing a silver dress and pearls that her boyfriend Marco bought from Ecuador. Last was Annie. Other than her eyes, her dress was a crystal blue color with silver diamonds all over making her shine like a star. It was the same dress her mother wore.

They were waiting in the room until a knock on the door was heard at the door.

“Come in!” They all said in unison as Mr. Leonhardt stepped in.

“Wow. You girls look so beautiful tonight.” He said.

Historia giggles, “thank you Mister. But the star of tonight’s show is over there.” She added as the girls moved to the side. There, in the middle of the room was Annie. Not in her usual black leather jacket and shirt with her usual ripped socking, but in a blue long dress.

“Wow. Is that my baby girl?” Mr. Leonhardt said as he enters.

“D- dad. Stop it.” She said at the nickname as she blushed.

“You look gorgeous tonight Annie. Your mother would be proud to see you like this.” He added.

“Thanks dad.” Annie said as he pulled in for a hug. “For everything.”

“You’re welcome sweetheart. Now go.” Father said as he opened the door wide to let the girls through.

One by one they started coming down those steps as the boys waiting in the living room stood up in awe. Compared to the girls, the boys and Ymir, were just simple penguins except for their matching tie colors. Armin was different and stood out though. Instead of the usual black tux and pants, he was wearing a light blue jacket like tux and light blue dress pants as well with a matching tie.

“Woah.” All the boys, and girl, said in unison. The girls giggled.

“Ready my little warrior?” Eren said as he placed the cravat with a red rose on top. Mikasa blushed and giggled as she nodded.

“Ready as I’ll ever be Mr. Jaeger bombastic.” She replied.

“Hey! It’s Master Jaeger Bombastic!” He said as he glared at Annie.

“I tried!” Annie screamed.

“Ready to eat all the food Sasha!” Connie said excited.

“Yes! We’re gonna eat all the pasta, salad, rice,”

“Don’t forget the chips!”

“Right! The chips!”

Everyone laughs.

“All you think about is food.” Ymir said.

“No duh!” Connie and Sasha said in unison.

“Stop it Ymir!” Historia said.

“I’ll stop for you sweety.” She replied as she kissed her forehead.

“Half’s the charm.” Marco said which made Ymir mad. It was an inside joke between those two and Ymir didn’t like it when he brought it up.

“Why you little-” She took deep breaths. “You’re lucky it’s Prom night Marco Polo!”

“Marco.” Mina said.

“Polo,” He replied as he kissed his darling girlfriend.

They all laughed again. Then Armin brought his attention to his date.

“You look wonderful Annie.” He said as he kissed her hand.

“T- thanks.” She said as she looked to the side blushing.

He smiled as he secretly took out a box from his jacket.

“Hey Annie.”

“Yeah?”

“I wanted to give you something. Something that’s really special to me.” He said as he brought out the little black box. Her eyes widened as she thought of what might be inside. The rest were already outside and they were gathered at the window and door, trying to hear her answer.

“Wow, he’s actually doing it!” Eren said.

“No duh! It’s an Arlert tradition!” Ymir added.

“How do you know?” He asked.

“He told me.” She said.

“No he didn’t! He told me then I told you!” Historia stated.

“Whatever.”

“Shush! She’s gonna say something!” Both Connie and Sasha said as the rest shushed.

“A- Armin! I- I- can’t!” Annie said.

“It was from my mother Annie. She said before she left this world that I should give it to the girl I love and want to be with for eternity. May I?”

Everyone celebrated with cheers outside as they was their blond girl turn around and receive the gift wrapped around her neck. It was a small locket shaped like a heart covered in gold and silver.

“Yes! Armin did it! She accepted the pre-proposal!”

“He proposed!?” Everyone said.

“No! He asked her to pre-propose. Basically saying be mine and mine only. Everybody knows that.”

“We didn’t!” They all replied.

Then there was a honk and a sound of a car engine roaring.

“He’s Here! Armin our ride is here!” Eren said as he banged against the window.

“I’m coming!” Armin said as he grabbed Annie’s hand and walked to the silver limousine.

“We’re riding in a limousine?!” All the girls said.

“Yep! Armin knows a guy!” Marco said.

The driver honked again.

“Yo bro! Hurry up man! I don’t have much time!” A brunette boy said.

“You’re free the entire night Legout.” Armin said.

“I know! But I have a one man party to attend!”

“Oh no you don’t. All we need is a drunk driver. No liquor for you.” He said as he opened the limousine door. “After you m'lady.”

“Aw man.” He said as he put the limousine on drive as the girls sit down, followed by the boys.

“You guys ready?” Legout said.

“Ready.”

“Prom night here we come!”

Hours have passed now. Everyone dancing, eating, drinking. Then the main even came. Announcement of Prom King and Queen. Well, we thought it was an announcement but certainly everyone knew who it was. Both Armin and Annie walked up onto the stage and relieve the crowns by the principle and vice principle Erwin Smith and Hange Zoe. Everybody clapped and chanted “kiss” over and over again until they actually did. They awed and then “woo” as he dipped her. It was fun night but the story wasn’t over.

Graduating was just around the corner.

Armin stood on stage behind the podium in his blue gradation gown. He cleared his throat and spoke. “When we were five they asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up. Our answers would be astronaut, resident or in my case a prince.”

Everyone laughed.

“When we were 10 they asked again and we answered rockstar, cowboy, or in my case, a gold medalist. But now that we’ve grown up they want a serious answer. Well, how about this. Who the hell knows.”

Everyone clapped and cheered.

“This isn’t the time to make hard and fast decisions. This is the time to make mistakes! Take the wrong train and get stuck somewhere, fall in love, a lot.” He looks at Eren as they all laughed.

“Major in Philosophy cause theirs no way to make a career out of that. Change your mind then change it again cause nothings permanent. So make as many mistakes as you can. That way someday, when they ask us what do you want to to be, we don’t have to guess, we’ll know.”

Everyone clapped and cheered as they stood up to congratulate their blond friend as he went back to his seat. He was right though. This isn’t the time to choose what we want to be at the spot. It’s time to make mistakes. I, Annie Leonhardt, will one day know who I was meant to be cause right now, all of want to be, all I want to do, is be with him.

Armin Arlert.

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aruani-week · 7 years

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Prom Night | High school Aruani Day 2 2017

Annie Leonhardt, the bad girl of Renaissance High school. The one who always dresses in black and- "Can you just shut the hell up Mina!" The blond girl named Annie said as she came out in her bathrobe. "You sound creepy when you narrarate." "Sorry! I'm just happy for you!" The black haired girl said also in a bathrobe. "It's just Prom." Annie replied. "Yeah. Your first prom ever! I can't belive that you finally decided to go!" "It's a dance Mina. You know I'm not too into these events, especially dances." "Yeah. I've been with you since Elementary school Annie. I know you well, but this year is different!" "And how is that?" Annie asked as she sits in front of her dresser. "Cause you have a date!" Annie asked shocked. "With who?" "With the one and only Armin Arlert!!" "I know right!" They both said as they jumped up in joy screeching like fangirls seeing their celebrity star. Then suddenly they parted. "Woah! What just happened!" "It's called fangirling Annie." Mina responded. "That was so out of my character." Annie stated as she sat back down. "Get used to it honey cause that's all you're gonna do when Prince Charming asks you out on more dates." "Please. That won't happen." "Annie. You're both seniors going to the same College. I won't doubt he'll make a move on you there and- " "I SENSED FANGIRLING!" A blond short girl said as she busted through the door. She was followed by a brunette girl with long hair and a potato in hand, and a raven black hair up to her shoulder. They were all wearing bathrobes. "Oh hey Historia, Sasha, and Mikasa. It was us. We're getting ready for what's to come for our little Annie." "Mina stop it." Annie blushed at the statement as she hesitantly takes out her makeup bag she never used. It was a gift from her over before she left. She was just 14 at the time. Now, Annie's 19 and in her senior year of high school. "Come on Annie it's true." Sasha said as she engulfed her potato in one single bite. "It's your big day today. Your first prom since Elementary School. We're all happy for you." "Never thought you'll get a date though." Mikasa said. "Never thought you'll go out with Jaeger bombastic Mika." Annie replied as Mikasa blushed at his nickname. "E- Eren's a good guy once you get to know him!" Mikasa said. "Sure. Who wouldn't want to date the captain of the football team." Annie continued as Historia started doing her hair first. "Stop teasing Annie. You have a special case too." Historia added. "You're one to talk about, dating the one and only Armin Arlert!" "I know right!" Everyone said as they jumped up screeching like fangirls all over again. "Woah!" Annie and Mikasa said In unison. "That was so unlike us." "Get used to it." The rest said as Annie sat back down again. What was so special about the Armin Arlert was that he was the most smartest boy in school with a 99.9% GPA. Why doesn't he have scars? Cause he's a hot "bad boy" With a black belt in karate, helps the kitty orphanage, is the Quarterback in the football team, and is the valedictorian. So yeah, he's the big deal ever since Sophomore year. How did Annie get caught in Armin's fangirl club? She was never really interested in him until the beginning of Junior year. Sure she and him spent the entire day together and grew a strong friendship but it changed when Annie was kicked out of Burger King. She just got out of her exhausted part time job as a delivery girl and she needed to eat but got into an argument with one of the cashiers. Armin bumped into her and ended up buying both his and her lunch. He didn't mind at all and Connie was right; A way to a woman is through her stomach. "All done!" Historia said as she sets down her brush and concealer to reveal a beauty. Annie's hair was all out in a high bun, her face all covered with a nice mix of concealer and blush. Her eyes matching with the blue eyeshadow and her eyeliner was on fleek. Annie gasped in surprise and shock when Mina puts on a tiara on her head. Her mother's tiara. "She would've wanted you to wear it as well Annie." Mina said as she helped Annie put on her matching earings. "You look beautiful Annie." Historia added. All of them agreed. Hours have passed as everyone got ready for their dates to pick them up. Mikasa was In a black dress accompanied by her usual red scarf around her neck. Eren gave her that when they were in elementary school. She wore it ever since. Her hair was also in a high bun and she wore diamond earings and necklace. Sasha was next wearing a light brown dress. Her hair was down and she was wearing Connie locket he gave her for her birthday. Historia was all out gold with her hair with curls. Unlike the rest, she wasn't all in love with the usual crowd. Ymir was her name and she made sure no boy touched Historia. Mina was wearing a silver dress and pearls that her boyfriend Marco bought from Ecuador. Last was Annie. Other than her eyes, her dress was a crystal blue color with silver diamonds all over making her shine like a star. It was the same dress her mother wore. They were waiting in the room until a knock on the door was heard at the door. "Come in!" They all said in unison as Mr. Leonhardt stepped in. "Wow. You girls look so beautiful tonight." He said. Historia giggles, "thank you Mister. But the star of tonight's show is over there." She added as the girls moved to the side. There, in the middle of the room was Annie. Not in her usual black leather jacket and shirt with her usual ripped socking, but in a blue long dress. "Wow. Is that my baby girl?" Mr. Leonhardt said as he enters. "D- dad. Stop it." She said at the nickname as she blushed. "You look gorgeous tonight Annie. Your mother would be proud to see you like this." He added. "Thanks dad." Annie said as he pulled in for a hug. "For everything." "You're welcome sweetheart. Now go." Father said as he opened the door wide to let the girls through. One by one they started coming down those steps as the boys waiting in the living room stood up in awe. Compared to the girls, the boys and Ymir, were just simple penguins except for their matching tie colors. Armin was different and stood out though. Instead of the usual black tux and pants, he was wearing a light blue jacket like tux and light blue dress pants as well with a matching tie. "Woah." All the boys, and girl, said in unison. The girls giggled. "Ready my little warrior?" Eren said as he placed the cravat with a red rose on top. Mikasa blushed and giggled as she nodded. "Ready as I'll ever be Mr. Jaeger bombastic." She replied. "Hey! It's Master Jaeger Bombastic!" He said as he glared at Annie. "I tried!" Annie screamed. "Ready to eat all the food Sasha!" Connie said excited. "Yes! We're gonna eat all the pasta, salad, rice," "Don't forget the chips!" "Right! The chips!" Everyone laughs. "All you think about is food." Ymir said. "No duh!" Connie and Sasha said in unison. "Stop it Ymir!" Historia said. "I'll stop for you sweety." She replied as she kissed her forehead. "Half's the charm." Marco said which made Ymir mad. It was an inside joke between those two and Ymir didn't like it when he brought it up. "Why you little-" She took deep breaths. "You're lucky it's Prom night Marco Polo!" "Marco." Mina said. "Polo," He replied as he kissed his darling girlfriend. They all laughed again. Then Armin brought his attention to his date. "You look wonderful Annie." He said as he kissed her hand. "T- thanks." She said as she looked to the side blushing. He smiled as he secretly took out a box from his jacket. "Hey Annie." "Yeah?" "I wanted to give you something. Something that's really special to me." He said as he brought out the little black box. Her eyes widened as she thought of what might be inside. The rest were already outside and they were gathered at the window and door, trying to hear her answer. "Wow, he's actually doing it!" Eren said. "No duh! It's an Arlert tradition!" Ymir added. "How do you know?" He asked. "He told me." She said. "No he didn't! He told me then I told you!" Historia stated. "Whatever." "Shush! She's gonna say something!" Both Connie and Sasha said as the rest shushed. "A- Armin! I- I- can't!" Annie said. "It was from my mother Annie. She said before she left this world that I should give it to the girl I love and want to be with for eternity. May I?" Everyone celebrated with cheers outside as they was their blond girl turn around and receive the gift wrapped around her neck. It was a small locket shaped like a heart covered in gold and silver. "Yes! Armin did it! She accepted the pre-proposal!" "He proposed!?" Everyone said. "No! He asked her to pre-propose. Basically saying be mine and mine only. Everybody knows that." "We didn't!" They all replied. Then there was a honk and a sound of a car engine roaring. "He's Here! Armin our ride is here!" Eren said as he banged against the window. "I'm coming!" Armin said as he grabbed Annie's hand and walked to the silver limousine. "We're riding in a limousine?!" All the girls said. "Yep! Armin knows a guy!" Marco said. The driver honked again. "Yo bro! Hurry up man! I don't have much time!" A brunette boy said. "You're free the entire night Legout." Armin said. "I know! But I have a one man party to attend!" "Oh no you don't. All we need is a drunk driver. No liquor for you." He said as he opened the limousine door. "After you m'lady." "Aw man." He said as he put the limousine on drive as the girls sit down, followed by the boys. "You guys ready?" Legout said. "Ready." "Prom night here we come!" Hours have passed now. Everyone dancing, eating, drinking. Then the main even came. Announcement of Prom King and Queen. Well, we thought it was an announcement but certainly everyone knew who it was. Both Armin and Annie walked up onto the stage and relieve the crowns by the principle and vice principle Erwin Smith and Hange Zoe. Everybody clapped and chanted "kiss" over and over again until they actually did. They awed and then "woo" as he dipped her. It was fun night but the story wasn't over. Graduating was just around the corner. Armin stood on stage behind the podium in his blue gradation gown. He cleared his throat and spoke. "When we were five they asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up. Our answers would be astronaut, resident or in my case a prince." Everyone laughed. "When we were 10 they asked again and we answered rockstar, cowboy, or in my case, a gold medalist. But now that we've grown up they want a serious answer. Well, how about this. Who the hell knows." Everyone clapped and cheered. "This isn't the time to make hard and fast decisions. This is the time to make mistakes! Take the wrong train and get stuck somewhere, fall in love, a lot." He looks at Eren as they all laughed. "Major in Philosophy cause theirs no way to make a career out of that. Change your mind then change it again cause nothings permanent. So make as many mistakes as you can. That way someday, when they ask us what do you want to to be, we don't have to guess, we'll know." Everyone clapped and cheered as they stood up to congratulate their blond friend as he went back to his seat. He was right though. This isn't the time to choose what we want to be at the spot. It's time to make mistakes. I, Annie Leonhardt, will one day know who I was meant to be cause right now, all of want to be, all I want to do, is be with him. Armin Arlert.

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gaybaconprincess · 7 years

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I found an old Doc with a Marching Band AU so take it

Jericho / Joseph Wilson (Flute)

‘That one gay friend who has a better fashion sense than me’

Don’t pronounce his last name as ‘willis’ like the principal or he will f you up

And by that he means he’ll get his scary brass boyfriend to f you up

Probably the sassiest person in Band

He is an angry human espresso and if you look at Kyd Wykkyd for too long he’ll break your leg

Very protective of his batnerd

Kole is also a flute n they are very good buds

Vows to one day burn the school’s band uniforms so they have to buy new ones

Calls everyone ‘fam’

If it’s possible to be that one controversial archetype he will be it

He is also the school’s biggest male feminist

Bumblebee is the biggest female feminist

Also he likes penciling in weed symbols (despite the fact he has never touched a drug in his life) all over the school campus

Mainly only joined Band because the Wilson bunch were sitting at a family dinner once and somebody (he doesn’t even remember anymore like maybe ROse?? Maybe Father????) said that the only instrument he could play was his twangy guitar and ofc he took that as a cHALLENGE

Raven / Raven Roth (Clarinet)

Very dark humour

Only real friend is Jericho bc they like to complain about Grayson together

Also Jericho is the only person who laughs at her jokes

Has more power over people than she lets on

Dating the head cheerleader helps too (angel)

Pretty chill

Not v good at physical fighting but just her all around dry personality will intimidate you

The woodwind section is filled with very violent human gnomes it seems

she has a tumblr indeed but trust me yOU DONT WANT IT

its filled with actual witch spells and v v gory things

Joined Band for the extra credit, stayed for the time away from home

Her home consists of her usually absent mother and emotionally abusive father (my way of inserting Trigon in here somewhere) and Joey is really the only person that knows and she can just vent to

They’ve had well over a few crying sessions

SeeMore / Seymour Johnson (Saxophone)

Joined band bc he’s a broke idiot in need of a scholarship

Joined saxophone because mEMES

Plays ‘we are number one’ every f-ing time Kyd so much as looks at him

bf(f)’s with the Herald

Totally thirsty for some brass trumpet boy but totally not the Herald oh no

(it’s so the Herald)

Has hit himself in the face with his sax thirteen too many times

Wears the nerdiest glasses possible but no one can say shit bc he’s the best marcher they’ve got really

Chillest of the chill you will ever meet

Cries @ disney movies

Probably watches conspiracy theory videos in his free time

Is slowly attempting to bring tumblr humor into the real world

also afraid of chickens. look its a really long story k.

Joined Band to prove to his parents that nO HE IS NOT DOING DRUGS AFTER SCHOOL HE IS ACTUALLY ATTEMPTiNG to MAKE YOU PROUD

The Herald / Malcolm Duncan (Trumpet)

Best friends w/ Jericho even tho Jericho regrets it

*Jericho walks into the Band Hall*

‘aND HIS NAME IS JOHN CENA’ *trumpet noises*

He and Seymour meme together

Is just obnoxious in general

Pulls candy and other food items out of nowhere at the worst times

Just wants people to hang out with after school. Hot Spot’s no fun and Jericho’s family is insane.

BumbleBee / Karen Beecher (French Horn)

Is just way too tired for this

Mom friend

Doesn’t have time to deal with everyone’s shit

Joey can relate

‘malcolm duncan i dare you to blow that trumpet in my ear oNE MORE TIME’

Is everyone’s big sister but mainly Mal’s

Makeup game is always on point

Wants to kick Seymour and Mal in the throat everyday bc jUST KISS YOUR SEXUAL TENSION IS RUINING THE REHEARSAL

Kyd Wykkyd / Elliot Knight (Trombone)

Toll pencil is dating smol espresso

Looks mean and scary but just wants hugs and colored pencils

‘Deal hugs not drugs’

Makes too many puns

Literally every other sentence has some hidden pun in it

Loves picking Joey up and carrying him around

Gives people really terrible nicknames

Biggest weab of them all

‘I sexually identify as Terezi Pyrope’

Don’t even say the word homestuck/undertale around him he’ll either start crying or laughing maniacally

‘What do you mEAN YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT RWBY IS’

Has memorized all of Light Yagami’s lines on Death Note

Quotes Steven Universe (mainly Pearl) on a daily basis

k like,,,,you think,,,you tHINK he’s the smart friend.

oH NO BUDDY ARE YOU WRONG

if you’ve ever seen any Roosterteeth video ever

He is Gavin Free.

The embodiment of ‘wot if...our legs...didn’t know they were lEGS???’

Joey just kinda shushes him and pretends to know what he’s talking about

Billy Numerous / William Strayer (Euphonium)

Mammoth’s ultimate wingman

‘God bless murica’

Mispronounces words on purpose to piss off Kyd and Raven

Hates his pointy marching shoes

Hides tennis balls in the saxophones to Seymour’s dismay

Got hit with a trombone once and then had to pay for it to be fixed

Totally not kyd’s

Likes to make fun of Joey’s height which is WHY he got hit with a trombone

Roots for BBQ places every time the Band stops to eat on a trip

‘Aight but...does Wykkyd is gay??’

Mammoth / Baran Flinders (Tuba)

Is the most intimidating person you will ever meet and he kNOWS IT he GLOATS IN THAT FACT

‘gEEZ YOU GUYS SHUT UP I DONT HAVE A THING FOR STARFIRE THATS DISGUSTinG’

‘We were just asking why she wasn’t at rehearsal today’

Is also a vry broke idiot but somewhat enjoys band

The aMOUNT of times he has been stopped by football coaches and borderline bribed to be on the team

Is the one who shamelessly sprints the whole way to the cafeteria everyday

‘Foods before dudes, sorry’

He and Billy often have eating competitions

Jericho lives in fear every time he’s not tardy for class

Also looks mean but will cRUSH YOu....with a bear hug

When asked what 2 plus 2 was he responded with a very startled and nervous 22

Kid Flash / Wally West (Percussion)

Look,,,,buddy,,,,amigo,,,,chum,,,,

He and Kyd Wykkyd have had a lil rivalry goin on since the fiRST TIME KYD STOLE HIS APPLE JUICE IN PRE-K

Y do you think he joined percussion… (it’s because percussion is usually seated behind trombones and Kyd hates drums and loud noises)

bUT on the plus side his ADHD is now a lot less terrifying

During practice he literally just plays Hall of Fame on repeat

‘No...no no….no no plEASE STOP TOUCHING MY HAIR’

(jokingly) chants the word ‘gay’ and slowly gets louder every time Kyd so much as sPEAKs

He and Kyd have sarcasm competitions

Also memes but less out loud and more…

‘Wally I sweAR TO GOD IF YOU DONT STOP TeXTING ME MEMES IN CLASS’

‘Wykkyd iS THAT AN WEED IM CALLING THE POLICE’ inside jokes

Jinx / Jaya Salem (Pit)

Just wants a nap

All the time

Someone get her an energy drink

Puts up with Kyd + Mammoth + Billy + See-More’s shit not to mention her little brother most of the time

It’s Gizmo. The little brother is Gizmo.

‘I just...want to just like...can I plug myself into a charger? Can I do that, is that a thing?’

Literally the only person out of her friend circle that passes most of her classes

dO NOT TOUCH HER CATS JUST DONT DO IT

‘Do you think if I concuss myself I can get out of practice for today?’

all of her jokes are also either self depricating or just insulting to others

insomniac

Punk Rocket / Thomas Leonard (Drum Major)

mOST IRRESPONSIBLE DRUM MAJOR EVER 0/10 WOULD NOT RECOMMEND

‘Well y’know...i’m already in a Band so like...how hard could Drum Major be?’

Very hard. He made a mistake. He regrets everything.

School Principal: ‘are you aware that your hair is white?’

Rocket: ‘are you aware that your a fUCKING SQUARE???’

He got suspended after that

‘Okay look I know it looks really gay that I’m riding on a motorcycle with my really hot buddy but it’s not - fuck that is really gay, maybe I’m really gay.’

One big bundle of ‘oh no’ when you pop the question of ‘what’s your sexuality’

Gets wAY TOO INTO the really big moments when directing on field

Fell of the pedestal his first game

Over time actually starts taking Band very seriously and enjoying it

Slade Wilson

funds the Band’s everything

Addie cooks for the Band and helps with fundraisers

also I just really need an AU where Slade is just,,,,a good dad,,,,Joey deserves a good dad k

he was off in the army for a while so he comes back and apparently Joey is not four anymore?? and he has a boyfriend???? and turned out to somehow be shorter than his own mother?????????

Joey made ‘when will my father return from the war’ jokes the entire time to cope

Slade is still getting used to things and the crowd and screaming of football games makes him v uncomfortable but he goes to support Joey

who is off to the side trying to avoid looking at his father who is now waving his hands frantically

Rose comes too but mainly to make fun of the entire Band

Grant’s already in college so he don’t give a shit

Literally everyone in the Band lOVES Mr. Wilson and Adeline but Joey just wants them to leave him alone

Slade is that one dad,,,,he tRIES SO HARD TO UNDERSTAND BAND HUMOR AND IT DOESNT WORK

still doesn’t know how he feels about Kyd

Slade and Joey bond over Slade picking him up after practice and Joey iMMEDIATELY going into rant mode

‘tHIS HETERO A HOLE DAD YOU WOULDNT BELIEVE-’

surprisingly okay with Joey’s sexuality, he’s still getting used to it nonetheless

Mrs. and Mrs. Wykkyd

Kyd Wykkyd has two v lesbian moms and you can’t tell me otherwise like that’s my headcanon for him plus I love supportive gay parents that are better parents than the hets themselves

Kyd was adopted but they love their beautiful son v v much and he loves them

Kyd never really knew his biological parents and everyone acts like it’s a big deal but he he doesn’t?? care???? he knows who his parents are its Aarti Bindiya-Knight and Alison Knight duh

one of his moms is East Indian so he takes part in a lot of her culture just like his other mom does

he also gets vERY OFFENDED and filled with Righteous Anger when anyone discriminates or makes Indian jokes / lesbian jokes in class

Elliot is taller than both of his moms and usually has to bend down so they can hug him

Alison is American and very vERY kind hearted

Aarti has a very muscley stature and it taller than Alison. Her hair is cut short and curly and she looks like the person who will want to fight you and hug you at the same time.

Alison is v v short and has very light blonde hair that just kind wisps everywhere. V pale and really really likes sundresses.

Alison still tries to kiss Elliot on the cheek before he gets on the bus but Aarti holds her back so Elliot can run

she’s the cooking mom. she cooks. all the time. that’s how she shows her emotions.

‘Aar what if he forgot his backpack or his lunch do you think he’s doing okay what if someone is bullying him as we speak-’ ‘Ali. Ellie is fine. He is twice your height either way there is no way he is getting bullied.’

Alison got Elliot into drawing which he does a lot now

they are v v supportive of literally anything he does and most kids are actually kinda jealous.

tHEY ARE THE OVEREXCiTeD PARENTS AT EVERY GAME

NEITHER KNOW WHATS GOING ON BUT THEIR SON IS DOING A THING SO THATS WHATS IMPORTANT

they still keep home videos from when Elliot was a baby despite his birthday wish being for them to burn all of the videos last year

Barry Allen

he’s the track coach at their school and everybody was ASTONISHED when he showed up to a football game

‘okay yeah I know where the track field is - can you all maybe chill I just wanna see my nephew hit his drums.’

He and Wally are the ‘Red headed Heathens’ of the school

a term coined by the principal himself

Barry is still trying to get Wally to join track (he is also still failing)

Blows his whistle like a fricking AIRHORN at games

Very big despite only working on his legs ever and also very affectionate so I hope you have a strong spine because he shows his appreciation via hugs

the only teacher with actual freckles

fRECKLES

‘I would give you some cool pep talk Wally but to be honest I have no idea what’s going on just go out and have fun.’

#what is this #idk #so take it #Marching Band AU #Jericho #Raven #See-More #SeeMore #the Herald #Mal Duncan #Bumblebee #Kyd Wykkyd #Billy Numerous #Mammoth #Kid Flash #Jinx #Punk Rocket

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emeraldfrostoncrimsoniron · 2 months

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could it be, someone feeding the frostiron folks? More likely than you think. im cluttching my pearls too, Loki.

#really excited how loki is coming along #thought id share this wip #if it turns out shit i just wont post #loki #loki laufeyson #fanart #loki fanart #digital art #digital artist #will be frostiron eventually #when i add tony #wish me luck #frostiron #hes wearing pearls for his boyfriend duh #art work #art wip

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rdmfavcpls · 7 years

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Dresses

Title: Dresses

Category: Phoenix Wright

Pairing: Cykesquill (Simon/Athena) and Diego/Mia

Rating: T

Prompt: Wedding

Summary: Mia Fey is getting married to her long-time boyfriend Diego and has Maya being her maid of honor, Trucy, Athena, Pearl and Lana being her bridesmaid. In search of the bridesmaid dresses, Athena starts texting her boyfriend.

Author’s Note: This is mostly within texting format. This is also taken place where Mia wasn’t murdered, Dahlia never got Diego, Lana wasn’t a part of Gant’s blackmail, and Simon wasn’t convicted of murder.

A- Athena

S-Simon

T- Trucy

L-Lana

Disclaimer: I don’t own any rights to the franchise and I am sorry for the prompt story to be so late.

~~Story Begins~~

A: I’m bored.

S: So why are you texting me?

A: So you can entertain me :P Duh!

S: I am at work. Besides, aren’t you out dress shopping?

A: You are ALWAYS at work. I want some time with my Simon :(

S: When we go against each in court.

A: That’s not what I meant X(

T: *an image of Athena wearing a strapless blue dress that went all the way down to the ground with a train behind her.*

T: UR GF is so lucky 2 have found her dress on the 1st try 2day

A: Whatever picture Trucy just sent you, ignore it!

S: You only tried on one dress and picked it?

A: Like I have control over that, all the bride and her family practically agreed that I was wearing that.

S: I saved it.

A: I’m going to erase it! Erase it right now!

S: Home screen picture is now set.

A: Ahkhsflslsflshfusfhsnfj

A: I strongly dislike you.

L: What are you doing to Athena?

S: Nothing. I am at work, working.

L: Widget is going crazy, and she’s only texting you.

S: Trucy sent me a picture of her in her dress. I’m just telling her what I am doing with said picture.

L: Whatever you are doing, don’t stop.

S: Is that an order?

L: Yes, Athena is entertaining us who still have to try on dresses.

S: Athena? You’ve been quiet.

S: Athena?

S: This isn’t funny.

S: Where’s Athena?

T: Uhm...IDK

S: What do you mean IDK?

T: She left.

S: Did anyone ask where she was going?

T: No1 noticed tht she left.

T: Ur GF is the best!

A: Do you have any idea how hard it is to reach my phone while carrying a full cup holder of coffee plus my own cup of coffee?

A: It’s hard. I almost lost my coffee!

S:You just quit texting me all of a sudden.

A: You usually want me to quit texting you while you are at work.

A: Did something happen?

A: Because I know for a fact that I don’t mass message your phone when you don’t respond right away.

A: Unless it’s a day off.

S: You just spammed my phone.

A: To explain a point! DX

S: Paynes

A: Say no more.

Simon Blackquill looked at the Payne brothers as his phone started to ring. “Please excuse me, I need to take this.” He walked out of his own office to answer his phone. “I literally had to walk out of my own office to get away from those two.” “I can’t ever imagine that, you leaving your office? That’s unheard of,” Athena answered back. “I’m surprised you even had to use me to escape that.” “Well, yes, my girlfriend was practically begging me to give her attention earlier,” Simon said with a smirk. “I couldn’t use the excuse to get her coffee since she already got some so I needed a new way to escape.”

“Well aren’t you a sweetheart,” Athena responded thinking. “I’m sure she could handle something to eat.”

Simon chuckled, “Are you allowed to leave?”

“I don’t see why not, I have my shoes and dress, Maya has to make the appointments to get the dresses tailored. If all else fails, you could just come pick me up.”

“Skye-dono is a clever genius, she will have me roped in and giving opinions over the dresses, so no thanks.”

“Paynes still haven’t left your office,” Athena asked.

“Nope, and I’m watching the door. Taka is still in the office watching them.”

“I guess getting something to eat is out of the question,” Athena said with a sigh. “I’ll talk to you later.”

She hung up and Simon sighed rubbing his face. He enjoyed helping out Interpol and going to the different countries, but he missed Athena a lot. When he got back home, he needed to get all the paperwork done with all the cases he helped solve.

He looked at the office door and sighed with defeat. Well, he had to face the Payne brothers again sometime.

Thirty minutes later, Simon was still listening to the made-up stories the Paynes were telling him when there was knocking on the door. Then it opened revealing Athena with a bag, “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“No, no it’s fine,” Winston said as the brothers got up. “We possibly overstayed our welcome anyway.”

They left and Athena shut the door behind them, “They were still here this whole time?”

“Yes and they were trying to tell me fake stories,” Simon groaned as Athena sat the food on his desk.

“Hope you didn’t mind me bringing food over,” Athena said.

“No, not when it got rid of those two,” Simon said. “Thank you.”

“Welcome and welcome home,” Athena said with a smile. “Might if I eat with you? My food is in there too.”

“Not at all,” Simon spoke, “This way you can tell me all about the adventures you had with dress shopping.”

“Uh, how about no,” Athena spoke.

“So you mean to tell me that the three days of receiving pictures from Wright-dono has no stories?” Simon asked with a smirk. “I want to know as to why you had to try on the pink and orange dress!”

“Erase that!” Athena said slamming her hands on her desk.

“Not until I hear the story behind the dresses,” Simon said chuckling.

~~The End~~

#phoenix wright #Mia Fey #Godot #Cykesquill #Athena Cykes #simon blackquill #cykesquill week #prompt: wedding #Trucy Wright #Maya Fey #Lana Skye

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theartificialdane · 7 years

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Galactica, part 226

This is halloween, everybody make a scene, trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright! Happy Halloween everyone from the Galactica characters who has finally made it to the biggest costume party of the year <3

Thank you @veronicasanders @toriibelledarling and @samrull for all their help with this wonderfull story <3

“Ta da!” Courtney burst into the bedroom, hair in French-braided pigtails, curled at the ends, tied with blue ribbons. She was still wearing pajamas and carrying her costume on a hanger. “What do you think?”

“If it say you look cute, is this gonna become another weird age thing?” Bianca asked, closing her computer.

Courtney laughed and crawled onto the bed, shaking her head.

“Okay, then you look fucking cute. Come here…”

Courtney bit her lip. “Don’t we need to start getting ready?”

“Seriously? We have like 3 hours.”

“I know! But you have all that green makeup to deal with, and Ben is making me wear false eyelashes. That’s gonna take me like a half hour.”

Bianca burst out laughing. “I’ll do your eyelashes, bunny.” She pulled Courtney into her lap, kissing her neck. “There. I just saved us a half hour.”

“Mmmhmm, okay…” Courtney closed her eyes.

Bianca slid a hand up her thigh, wondering if she should be trying to talk to her girlfriend instead of doing her usual thing. An image flashed into her mind of Courtney the night before, clinging to her mother when it was time to say goodbye, sobbing her eyes out like the world was ending. Even Adore seemed a little taken aback, but ultimately shrugged, reminding Bianca that Courtney had gone almost 2 years without seeing her parents in person, so obviously it made sense that she’d feel emotional seeing them leave.

She seemed alright today, though, sighing happily as Bianca caressed her soft skin, murmuring into Bianca’s ear, “I’m sorry, B.”

“Sorry for what, baby?”

“I know that’s I’ve been a little, um, you know, distracted by the album and the concert and everything. But tonight is all about us. We’re gonna have a great time. Okay?”

“Deal.”

“So I have to ask...what are you planning to wear under your costume?” Courtney smirked, fingering the black fabric beside them.

“What...do you want me to wear?”

Courtney’s eyes lit up. “/I/ get to choose?”

“I think it’s your turn, right?”

She bounced excitedly in Bianca’s lap. “Oh my god, this is amazing! I feel drunk with power…” She grabbed Bianca by the back of the neck, kissing her deeply.

Bianca laughed. “I think I’m gonna let you pick my underwear more often.”

***

“So what are we watching again Bonbon?”

Pearl smiled as she dumped down on the couch, two beers in her hand before she gave one of them to Laila. Laila and Pearl was dressed up, their hair perfected, Laila crafting Pearl’s makeup to perfection, but then as they were about to get out of the cab, Laila had gotten a panic attack, Pearl holding Laila as she couldn’t breath, the thought of all of the people, of having to hang out with Pearl’s friends, coworkers and the social climber strangers that tried to use her girlfriend all too much, so Pearl had done the only thing she could think of. She had booked them into a hotel and ordered an extra large pepperoni pizza.

“Nightmare before Christmas.”

“Nice.”

Pearl turned her head, Laila kissing her, their lipsticks mixing slightly.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Laila looked small, her eyes a dim, and Pearl felt worry settle in her stomach.

“Of course I am, I’m here with you.”

“But what abou-”

“I don’t care about some shitty party, or the foam cannons or the fact that I have three different kinds of body glitter in my bag.”

“But-”

“No.” Pearl grabbed the box of pizza and opened it. “Now start me the movie so we can watch Jack the Fruit king.”

“Pumpkin.”

“Duh, pumpkin is a fruit dumbdumb.”

***

“Coming!” Courtney skipped to the door, swinging Kylie in his little basket, throwing it open to reveal Adore, Jinkx and Alaska. She gasped in delight. “You guys look AMAZING!”

“I know, right?” Adore replied smugly, twirling her axe, silver makeup glittering.

Jinkx laughed and stepped inside. “My friend Roy works at this fantastic costume house. He helped out. And of course we’ve got the best makeup artist in the city at our disposal.”

Alaska tongue popped.

“Seriously, you look SO good! I feel so underdressed…” Courtney shook her head.

Adore put her arm around Courtney. “Awww, bae, you’re a perfect little Dorothy. Someone’s gotta be the bitch from Kansas, right?”

Courtney laughed. “Yeah, and Ben would only agree to the theme if he was Glinda. But I mean, I thought I went so over the top, with sequins and false eyelashes.”

“You’re wearing lashes?” Alaska asked, squinting.

“Yeah, you can’t tell?!”

Alaska laughed. “Not really, but that’s okay. You look pretty.”

“Fuck. Bianca helped and I told her to use a light hand with the mascara. ‘Cause, you know, between her and Vanity, I’m not sure who wears more makeup.”

“Ha! Speaking of the witches...where are they?”

“B’s almost ready, and Vanity wants to make an entrance. Can I get you guys a drink?”

Jinkx shook her head, the shiny curls of her lion’s mane shining in the lamp light. “We’ve been instructed not to eat, drink, touch our skin, or move until after photos are taken, lest we destroy Alaska’s artistry.”

“Hey, assholes!” Bianca said, walking down the hall in full Wicked Witch regalia, trailed by Sammy and Dede as little flying monkeys.

“B! You’ve shed your human skin and come as your true self!” Adore cried. “You look radiant!”

Bianca held up one green hand to give Adore the middle finger. “And who decided that you’d be the Tin Man? You have the mushiest heart of anyone in the universe.”

“Well, right, isn’t that the whole point? Like...irony, or whatever, cause he had the heart all along?”

“Yeah, exactly, and Alaska is the smart one; that’s why she’s the Scarecrow,” Jinkx added.

“I thought it’s ‘cause she’s the tall one…” Adore mused.

Alaska laughed and tossed Adore a kiss, posing sexily in her burlap booty shorts, long legs covered with intricately drawn patches and stiching.

“And we’re supposed to be celebrating your remarkable bravery?” Bianca asked Jinkx.

“Rowr!” Jinkx growled.

“Nice.”

“Citizens of Oz! Behold!”

“Oh, dear Christ,” said Bianca, and Courtney giggled, taking her arm.

Vanity swept into the room, in a gigantic pink ball gown, strawberry-blonde wig, and 2 foot crown. Courtney clapped and jumped up and down in her ruby slippers, squealing.

“Holy shit, you are STUNNING!” cried Alaska.

“Thank you, love,” said Vanity. “I know. To the party?”

“Ummm…” Courtney shook her head. “Hello, no, we need to Snapchat first.”

“Yes!” Adore squealed.

Vanity looked at Bianca, shaking her head. “Kids, amiright?”

***

Sutan laughed as he and Violet stumbled into Sutan’s car, the Violet’s dress so big he had to lift it to sit down, the fabric falling over him and covering him as he finally got into the car too.

“Your costume is gigantic mata indah.”

“My dress is the perfect size.”

Sutan settled in and closed the door, Violet giggly and happy, happier than Sutan had seen her in a while for some reason, the girl carefully leaning her head against his shoulder. Violet was beautiful, a fantasy of flowers and silk, her hair put up, jewerly covering her slender wrists, and Sutan had never felt prouder to be Violet’s boyfriend, his own costume nicer than any other he had ever worn, though he wasn’t proud of the fact that his Hades costume put the Batman one to shame.

“Ow ow ow ow, Sutan, you’re arm is on my hair.”

“Oops.” Sutan smiled, quickly moving so he wasn’t caught up in Violet’s extensions anymore. “I’m sorry.” Violet rolled her eyes, and Sutan grabbed a strand, tugging on Violet’s hair, her head bending at the pull.

“Sutan!” Violet gasped, surprised painted on every feature as the car started moving.

“I didn’t do anything.”

“You did, you totally did!”.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Sutan smiled as Violet sat up straight, the woman rolling her eyes as she took out her phone, turning on the front camera as she was checking her hair and fixing her makeup, the car stopped and Sutan opened the door and got out. He turned around, ready to tell the driver to take Violet around the corner and drop her off so she could walk into the party through the backdoor, when he felt a slender hand on top of his own, Violet smiling as she got out of the car too, and before Sutan knew it, he and Violet were walking the red carpet together.

***

“Should we wait any longer Miss?”

Fame looked at Roxy and sighed. “No… Let’s go.” Fame picked up her gloves, and Roxy and Fame left Fame’s townhouse, Patrick’s costume left behind on the untouched bed upstairs since he hadn’t been home in weeks.

“Miss, are you okay?”

Fame turned her head, quickly wiping her tears away. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine.”

Fame snorted, but smiled. “Were you also this annoying and nosy when I hired you?”

“Afraid so Miss.” Roxy grabbed a handkerchief from her bag, and wiped Fame’s cheeks gently without removing her makeup.

“I’m glad you are.”

***

"I swear this dress looks even better on me now than before," Raven slurred as she kissed on Raja's neck, the rum pumping through her system. "Would you toot me Rara?" Raja shivered as she felt Raven's teeth tug at her earlobe, "only if you refrain from leaving hickies on my neck," Raja purred. "Wanna play a game baby?" Raven peeked up at the sound of playing a game, "I love games! Games give me life," Raven sang happily as she drained her glass of wine. "Games games games!" Raja laughed at Raven's song and dance, "Let's play toot or boot with the guests." Raja began as she scanned the crowd for their first contestant, "I spy with my smokey eye, a glittery devil in cowboy boots." Raven narrowed her eyes as she zeroed in on the person Raja was talking about, "I would hate to be him," she said as she twirled Raja's hair around her finger. "I mean look at those boots and that patchy glitter job… Fucking boot those boots." "I toot for originality, and for commitment since he'll never get rid of all that glitter," Raja added with a nod. "Oh look," Raven started as she used Raja's hand to point to what she could only assume was a woman. "I spy with my shady eyes, a DIY Victoria's Secret angel." Raja snorted into her martini at Raven's description, "She doesn't look that bad lovey," Raja crooned as she felt Raven try to crawl into her lap. "I think she looks quite lovely." "She's wearing a cheap white mesh bodysuit from Leg Avenue, $15 lingerie, fishnets from the bodega and a child's sequined fairy wings." Raven replied with a flat tone as she tipped some of Raja's blood orange martini into her empty glass. "She should have gone to Party City; if you're going to look cheap, make it a cohesive cheap look all from the same plastic bag." "So do you toot it or boot it?" Raja asked as she drank the rest of her martini making Raven pout and huff. "I toot it," Raven said with a cheeky grin, "I'm all for looking like Julia Roberts better looking slutty sister." "So is that tonight's esthetic theme, I thought you were Aphrodite?" Raja asked innocently as she turned her head to look at Raven, "It's very Slut-a-rella couture?" Raven cackled, kicking her legs in drunken glee, "Yaaaaaasss!! This is from the spring/summer collection for the new season!" Raven squealed happily as she clung to Raja's neck before flinching as she felt her implant shift. "So do you toot it Athena?" "The siren before me or the angel wannabe below?" Raja drawled as she watched Raven get up to grab a half drunk bottle of champagne and bring it up to her lips. "The wannabe," Raven replied with a hiccup as she poured some champagne in Raja's glass. "I'll give it a toot for effort," Raja said after draining her glass of champagne, offering it back to Raven to refill. "But a boot for poor execution and absolutely no attention to detail; Victoria’s Secret would never dare put one of their angels in that white mesh tragedy." "But what about the siren?" Raven asked, "does she get a toot for effort or boot for slut appeal?" "I'll give her a toot for her daring," Raja replied as she fingered the hem of Raven's dress, "but she'll get a boot and a spank if she wears that dress again without anything besides fashion tape underneath." Raven wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or Raja's words that made her face tinge pink, "what about a toot and spank?" Raven asked as she straddled Raja's lap, mindful of Sutan and her knees as she settled down on her fiancées lap. Raja looked up at her drunk fiancée who looked like she was having the time of her life giving her a pseudo lap dance while lip syncing the song playing, "a toot now and a spank later." Raja replied, letting her hand creep up the back of Raven's skirt, her fingertips grazing right below her bare ass. Raven giggled at the ticklish sensation that ran up her spine, "I'll be holding you to that since I have this dress in 3 different colors and one will definitely be worn at our wedding." Raja gripped Raven's ass tightly, pulling her closer to her smiling slightly, "you're so scandalous," Raja purred near Raven's ear, "but that will be a honeymoon outfit only." "If you say so," Raven crooned as she wrapped her arms around Raja's neck, almost flashing the crowd below. "I toot you too babe." Raja smiled as she felt Raven settle against her and her breathing slow down, "thank you Rave, you're my top toot of the week." "I'm your top toot of life bitch," Raven mumbled into Raja's neck. "That you are princess, that you are."

***

Alaska turned to Adore and murmured under her breath, “Is she ever gonna get bored?”

Adore laughed and shook her head, pulling the taller girl closer. “No, she fucking loves a step and repeat,” she responded, watching Courtney ham it up with Bianca and Vanity, pulling faces as reporters snapped photos of all of them.

At the moment, she was pretending to be terrified of Bianca as the Wicked Witch, cowering against Vanity as Glinda, with Kylie clutched in her arms. Jinkx stood off to the side directing them.

“Lasky! Adore!” Courtney waved them over excitedly. “Come on! Yellow Brick Road Realness!”

Adore glanced back at Alaska, grinning at her, before they went to indulge their friend and the paparazzi some more. “Sure, Dorothy. You bossy cunt.”

***

“Raja! Take our picture!” Raven smiled brightly. Her friends in the “Elite 6” had finally all shown up, and Raven wanted to get pictures with them - with herself center stage as usual, showing off her new tits and her offseason ass in her tight, sinful costume. Celia got close right away, her blonde hair and fair face making her look like a snow queen next to Raven’s deep brown colouring. Fo was already slightly drunk, the girl happily vlogging everything with her phone, while Jaslene had to be pried off her husband’s face. Allison got in the picture too and Sutan smiled when he saw that she looked genuinely happy. He, Raja and Violet sat nearby in a booth. Raja got up to oblige her slightly tipsy fiancee.

“Tati! Come here! You have to be in the photo too!” Allison called.

Tati protested, but Allison dragged her in as Raja began to snap photos of all of them, the girls laughing together for the camera.

***

Tati was nervous afterwards when they sat down, Sutan buying a round of shots for the table. She watched Raven scrolling through the photos on Raja’s phone, deciding which one to post. “Do you think I can see the picture? I don’t want to look weird,” she requested softly, perhaps too softly as Raven didn’t seem to hear her.

“I wouldn’t worry,” came Violet’s voice beside her. “You look great.”

“Are you sure? We had pizza the other day and I know gluten was a choice, but I feel all-”

“Your ass is nicer than my entire face Tatianna, you’re gorgeous.”

Tati looks over at Violet, slightly surprised by such a passionate compliment from her agent’s girlfriend.

“I mean...uh...you know…” Violet was flushing furiously. “You’re a model, you must know how pretty you are!” she finished.

Tatianna smiled, touching Violet’s hand. “I’m a little out of my element here. So sometimes...thank you. I needed to hear that.”

Violet pulled her hand away quickly, not meeting Tatianna eyes, almost looking like she was blushing, but Tati couldn’t really see her in the dim light. Violet reached out, picking up her glass and pushing one towards Tatianna. “Cheers.”

“Cheers.”

***

“Sutan! Hi” Chad smiled brightly as she leaned against the bar, her Cher costume making her a striking image of the celebrity.

“Hi Chad. Lovely outfit.” Sutan wiggled his eyebrows, making Chad laugh as she knew he was making fun of her.

“So have you heard?” Chad accepted the drink the bartender gave her, taking a long sip while she looked at Sutan, mischief in her eyes.

“Heard what?” Chad always had the best gossip, the woman somehow knowing everything about everyone since she was working at Saks, every brand with respect for themselves had their stuff there, so she knew practically everyone.

“Marie Claire is fighting.”

“.. The Ford models?”

“No silly! Bianca and Nina.”

“Really?”

“Cross my heart and hope to die.”

Sutan took a swing of his beer, not really sure if he should believe Chad, but she had never shared anything that wasn’t true before, he could see that she was looking at him in that certain way though, clearly expecting him to share some gossip himself since he knew Bianca so well. “I’ve always told Bianca she was better than MC anyway. She deserves to be the editor in chief of Vogue.”

Chad laughed at how Sutan deflected the question, letting him off the hook since they had known each other for years.

“You’ve always shot for the moon Amrull, both for yourself and for everyone else.”

“Everyone should, even if you miss you still end up among the stars.”

***

“Okay goblins! If everyone walks /slowly/ to the kitchen, we can divide your candy in threes.”

“But we don’t want to share with Grace! She’s too small!”

“Too bad munchkin, sharing is important, now walk.” Detox picked up his kids shoes, the terror twins having toed them off the moment they got inside, Julia dressed as an egg while Owen was a TV. Detox had no idea why Juju had allowed them to pick their own costumes, but since he hadn’t been home, he wasn’t going to complain about the fact that his wife had taken care of Halloween for him.

“You’re being so harsh on them.” Detox looked up, and saw Juju who was dressed as a cowboy, fitting in with her children’s theme of weird shit, while Grace who was sitting on her hip, the little girl dressed like a sheep.

“Aren’t you the fruit boxes and organic grapes queen?”

“But it’s Halloween. You have to get a stomachache” Juju looked down at Grace who was sleeping in her little costume. “And if we let them eat and watch TV, we could have time for a little Halloween celebration ourself.” Juju smiled and reached out to grab onto the belt of Detox’s chicken pants. “My sexy chicken man.”

“... This costume turns you on?”

“More than you know.”

“... I’ll take Grace.”

***

Allison walked over to Tatianna, carrying drinks for both of them. “Here you go… You drink vodka Red Bull, right?” Allison smiled sweetly. She looked so cute in her little angel costume, Tati thought.

“Wait...you paid for these?” Tati asked, adjusting her devil horns.

“Sure.” Allison smiled and stood next to Tatianna, surveying the crowd. “Wow, everyone looks great, don’t th--”

“Oooh, look at you and your fancy supermodel girlfriend!” came a playfully teasing voice from the side.

Tati turned to find Adore in a sexy glittering Tin Man costume, hand on her hip, eyebrows cocked. “Fuck off Adore, you know I don’t swing like that.” Tatianna said. She felt weird when she saw Allison’s big, expressive eyes widen at Adore’s comments.

“Seriously? You’re going to pretend to be straight,” Adore laughed.

Tati put a hand on her hip and began, “I’m very straig-”

Adore grabbed Tati around the waist and kissed her. Tati sputtered out a protest at first, but soon got into the kiss, grabbing Adore’s hair, not new to this little interaction between them, although it normally occurred when she had far more alcohol in her. Allison watched, wondering if this was why her roommate never talked about boys.

Tati was breathless by the time they broke apart, and tried to cover it up by saying, “Ugh, you ruined my lipstick, didn’t you?”

Laughing, Adore brushed a finger against her cheek, where silver glitter lingered. “That’s the least of your problems, princess.”

Tati glanced over Adore’s shoulder and saw a very jealous-looking woman dressed like the Scarecrow looking like she wanted to stab her eyes out. “Yeah, tell me about it. Your girlfriend looks pissed.”

“Which one?” Adore grinned impishly, then held out a hand to Allison. “Sorry, I’m being very rude. I’m Adore Delano. I went to college with Tati.”

“Allison. I’m her roommate.”

“Pleasure. You girls have fun. Happy Halloween!” Adore winked and turned to head back to Jinkx and Alaska.

*** “Sutan! Sutan! Are you out here?” Violet peeked out of the door, and stepped out onto the patio. Heidi Klum truly thought of everything, the area for smokers kept warm by several space heaters, everyone drinking and laughing as there was a bar at the far end of the room, the floor covered by superheros, musical characters and a slutty version of everything under the sun. Violet wrapped her arms around herself, her delicate gown, the deep neck and her bare arms making her shiver slightly anyway. Violet walked around, the cigarette smell crass in her nose as she walked around, looking for her boyfriend who she finally spotted at the edge of the patio. “Sutan!”

Violet smiled as she quickly walked over to her boyfriend who opened his arms and pulled her into a half hug.

“Hello lovely eyes.” Sutan kissed her hair. “How come you got such lovely eyes?”

“Stooop.” Violet giggled, the girl sneaking her hands underneath Sutan’s costume to warm them. Sutan flicked his cigarette and threw it in one of the ashtrays before he wrapped both arms around. “What are you doing out here?” Sutan took a step away, making a little distance between him and the big group of men he had been talking to just moments before.

“Looking for you.” Violet smiled, her cheeks a dusty pink as she snuggled into Sutan’s chest. “You have my wallet.”

“That’s correct.”

“Can I have it?”

“Why?” Sutan was gently swaying with Violet, the two of them almost dancing to the music from inside they could faintly hear.

“To buy drinks?“ Violet giggled, the woman gently turning her head up, effectively shutting Sutan up as they kissed lacy, neither of them noticing the bald man that took pictures of them from across the room.

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