#how quick we are to forget that the words exclusive to us are only exclusive because we took them back from people who called us that

[transreelbigfish]

Alright fine I’ll explain why I genuinely think Aaron was reclaiming fag in thank you for not moshing:

Well for starters, the song’s lyrics are satirical. He’s not actually saying he played football in high school and enjoys pushing people around for fun. Aaron’s essentially mocking those types of standoffish violent guys in this song. The people that were bullies in high school and continue that behavior later on in life at punk/ska shows. Not to mention the idea that at ska shows it’s primarily people who are regarded as outcasts and nerds who aren’t into the same culture as most people at punk shows are. People who don’t know how to mosh and end up getting shoved without their consent cos they didn’t know + dudes like this exist.

So what I’m saying is when Aaron says “look out fag, there’s gonna be a fight when I’m in the pit” he’s not using fag in a derogatory way or calling anyone in particular a faggot. Instead, he’s mocking every person who ever called HIM and the people he associates with(the kids coming getting shoved in the pit by this guy) a fag. He’s taking the word that got used to put him down and he’s using it to mock the people who throw it around to sound cooler and more intimidating.

Now sure, Aaron’s not a faggot and that’s fine. His orientation isn’t my problem. But the idea is that he’s had these words used against him, and the people around him have had these words used against them. The way he uses it in the song is a form of reclamation, taking all the insults used against him and mocking the people that said them. Because yeah, he’s not gay, but he’s definitely been called a fag and is able to reuse it as a way to say fuck you to everyone who’s called him that. Not to mention it was the 90s so pretty much everyone who didn’t fit in was being called slurs even if they weren’t gay.

#f slur #<-for anyone who has the tag blacklisted #how quick we are to forget that the words exclusive to us are only exclusive because we took them back from people who called us that #esp when it comes to Aaron who for all I know isn’t gay cos he has a wife and he was using it as a form of self reclamation #makes u think about all those ppl that think using fag is some sort of privledge you can only have if you’re gay #it’s very different from racial slurs because sexuality is fluid and in the end there’s more people getting called that who aren’t gay #and who are we to tell who can or cannot reclaim the words used to put them down? not our place to #jus makes u think ✌🏾 #reel big fish #aaron barrett #Spotify

[spidybaby]

Omg can I please have some fluff like Kylian and reader visit his parents house for the weekend and it makes Ethan really happy to see reader because she’s his bestie, when they get there Ethan takes her away from Kylian and he gets jealous they spend over 3 hours together and then reader comes back to Kylian in his childhood bedroom where they watch movies and have cuddles💕

"Can you say it again?"

"Blueberry."

You laugh, making him repeat words in english. You love the way his accent sounds, loving the way he pronounces the words.

"I love it." You laugh, squishing his hand. "Don't forget to call your dad."

You were driving to his mother's house. He planned this weekend exclusively for his family and you two to be together.

Since the beginning of the season, he has had so much stress, making him crave some family time.

His mother and brother lived remotely close to his house. Sometimes, even spend nights with him.

But this season, everything changed, Ethan was practicing with the first team, but he was traveling with the second team a lot, and his mom was busy with his foundation. Making the time very much tighter for them.

Fayza went to Bondy. She wanted to get some paperwork and some things ready to sell the house. The thing that made Kylian sad.

His mother's house was the first thing he ever bought with his hard earned money. He wanted his parents to have their own home. So he gifted them the house.

His mom kept the house during the divorce, so it was hers now. Kylian didn't have a say because, as he says, it was theirs and not his.

Before the divorce of his parents, they all used to live there. Even their older brother and Melissa.

But when he moved from Monaco to Paris, Jires went to Turkey and Wilfried to another place closer to Paris. The house felt different.

Melissa and the kids stayed there with Ethan and Fayza. But to him, it was still weird not having his father with them.

"Oui, mon amour."

He was in charge of the music, being the passenger princess he was, refusing to only sit and relax. So he took the dj job.

The call was quick, Wilfried and him exchanged some words and then hang up.

"I want some waffles with whipped cream." He says, stomach roaring.

"Well, you could have had it, but you refused to eat."

"I wasn't hungry. You knew that."

"Maybe because you chose to wake up like ten minutes before leaving."

He pouts, not answering, but his facial expression was enough of an answer.

"We are almost there, bébé." You say pointing at the GPS. "And knowing your brother, he's probably waiting for us."

"Correction, he's waiting for you."

Ethan and you have an amazing relationship. He sees you as an older sister he can trust. Always stealing you and making you two do all sorts of things while visiting.

"He is." You sigh, turning your head to him quickly. "It's not my fault your family loves me more than you."

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. He knows you're joking. He actually loves how close you're with his family.

He never met someone who was so perfect with his parents, brothers, and even extended family.

The drive continues for another twenty minutes. Thankfully, the roads were pretty empty, making the drive a fast one.

"Look, we're here." You smile, squishing his arm. "Ready to have an amazing weekend?"

He nods, smiling like a kid on Christmas day. "Oui, I'm so happy."

He helped you with the bags, asking you to go onside and announce yourself, but two little laughs beat you at that.

"Y/n" Lana yells, she throw herself at you.

"Bonjour, mon petit fille." You spin her around. Kissing her cheeks.

You look for her brother, noticing he is in Kylian arms. He's welcoming his uncle. "Bonjour, Isayah."

You got closer to them, kissing his cheek just like you did with Lana. Making him laugh.

Fayza was standing at the front door. The scene was adorable to her. She can easily picture you and kylian in a few years with your own children.

Living in a house with a big garden, she thought about it maybe a little too much. But she can't be blamed. After all, Kylian was the one who described how he pictures your life together.

"Bonjour, my babies." She says, catching your attention. "Come here, let me help you."

She hugs you tightly, repeating the actions with her son. She took Isayah from Kylian arms, following you to the living room of the house.

"Melissa, hello." You say happily, she has become a close friend for you. Always counting on her for everything.

"We literally saw each other like three days ago." She laughs, hugging you.

"She's obsessed with you, that's why."

"You're just jealous, kyky."

He rolled his eyes for the second time, going upstairs to leave the bags and to wake Ethan up.

"How was your exams?" Fayza asks, curious about your life.

"It was good, I think I did a good job."

"You did, don't doubt about yourself." She says, kissing your cheek.

She was like a mom to you, always caring and loving you since you met her. She was extra special to you, knowing you were there to stay since the beginning.

You can hear kylian laughing from the second floor, probably doing something to Ethan or laughing at some joke.

"Boys." Fayza shakes her head. "Come help me, sweet. I can guess Kylian didn't eat breakfast."

"You know your son." You laugh, walking with her to the kitchen where she was cutting some fruits and making waffles.

You chat with her and Melissa, who joined you. Kylian and Ethan were in the living room chatting with their dad.

Wilfried and Kylian were messing with Ethan. He recently changed his style, so he felt a little more confident than usual, which Ky loved.

"Let's eat everybody." You call.

Wilfried shared some stories about his most recent trip, Melissa worked with Kylian, so her stories weren't new for the family.

Ky told them about the next matches, feeling like his stories were kind of repetitive, but you enjoyed them.

The way he was very into creating new ways and opportunities for him and the team to score and win.

"But the news here is, this mademoisell right here." He pats your knee. "Is going to be a valedictorian again."

They all got so excited at the news, Fayza and Wilfried telling you how proud they're of their "daughter."

As the day continues, you spend the rest of the morning helping Ky and Wilfried to prepare the meat and veggies for the barbecue.

It was Ethan the one with the idea of making a big family barbecue and everybody agreed with him.

"After this, you and I are going to play some fifa. This time, you're not beating me." Ethan lightly pushed you, making you laugh.

"Yes, and I want to know about that girl you texted me about." You whisper in his ear, making him blush at the thought of his crush.

"Deal, but first a fifa game."

After lunch, Lana and Isayah wanted you to join them on the pool. Wanting to play with you and their uncle like always.

"Oh, mon bébés." You say sadly, you wanted to swim with them but also you promised Ethan days before to have a chat with him. "As soon as I finish with Uncle Ethan, I'll be here, okay?"

Kylian pouts more than they do. You send him a kiss while you walk inside the house.

Ethan and you have an amazing relationship. He trusted you with his life. Sometimes, when Kylian was away and couldn't get a hold of him, you were there for him. Ready to help.

When it comes to girls, you're his go-to person. Maybe because he knows how much Kylian is a master with the football but not that much in the dating area.

"Okay, pause pause pause." You laugh at him, pushing you in order to make you lose the goal. "You, young man, own me a story."

"I own you anything, woman." He laughs, imitating your tone.

"C'mon, tell me, did she like the roses?"

"She did." He smiles. "Thank you so much for helping me. I don't know what I would do without you here."

"Probably be the best at fifa." You say, making both laugh at that. "But don't worry, E. I'm here for anything you need."

The fifa game took hours, hours Kylian didn't got to spend with you. Hours he was pouting like a child.

He's sitting on the couch hearing the laughs and screams you and Ethan are making. Feeling left out.

He knows feeling like this is dumb, but he's been so busy lately that even spending time with you was a bit difficult.

He helped his parents with picking up the plates, washing them and even helped Melissa with the kids.

And still not you.

"Bonjour, Monsieur Mbappe." You say in this funny accent. He was in his old childhood bed, a single one. He looked so big for the bed.

He turns to the wall, feeling left out and being jealous. "Go play fifa."

"Yeah, it was fun, I had to pick your player." You tease. "But maybe I should have picked Olivier. He's faster."

He turns back to you, eyes narrowed and pout. "Did you just call me slow?"

"You're such a baby, come here, mon amour." You throw yourself on top of him. He hugged you like a koala bear. "God, you're crushing me."

"Good, so you don't go."

"What if we moved and watch something?"

He thinks about it for a few seconds, making you squeak. "Can we watch that scary movie I like?"

"If I say yes, would you let me breathe?"

He laughs, softening the hug, making you sigh and breathe deeply. "Can you get some popcorn?"

You nod, getting up from the bed. But first, leaning down to kiss him on the cheek. "Some soda too?"

"You're making me break my diet." He laughs. Kissing your lips.

"Good, once in a while." You return the kiss.

Going down to the kitchen, you notice that Fayza is there, sitting at the kitchen island with a book in her hands.

"Hi, I thought you were asleep by now."

"No, Ky wants to see a movie, and he's kinda grumpy from all the attention everyone is getting from me. Everyone but him."

"Well, he's a man. They always want more but never know how to ask." She laughs, winking at you.

You laugh with her, making a little chat while the popcorn is getting ready at the microwave.

"I'm gonna miss this house. I feel like it was yesterday when Kylian brought me here to meet you."

"Oui, so many memories. But I think it is time for us to move on."

You nod, thinking about the amazing memories you shared with Kylian and his family there.

You place the popcorn in a bowl, grabbing two sodas and leaving Fayza and her book alone.

The movie was good, it has a scary factor. But your mind was still roaming through the memories.

You scratch lightly Kylian arms, something you do when you're cuddling while watching a move or a show.

He's focused on the movie and the popcorn. Not noticing how you're so lost into nothing.

"I wish we could stay longer. I know this is not my family home, but this place has something that I love."

"I get it, I feel like a part of me hurts from thinking about letting this go."

You stayed quiet for a while, trying to focus on a little bit of what's left from the movie. Kylian, on the other hand, got lost into his thoughts, he loved this place.

He wanted to make this a vacation home, to bring his kids to the place where he grew up, where the people supported him.

He wanted to save his childhood house. He wanted his, well, your kids to be able to hear the stories you created there, to be able to feel the magic you two feel there.

He takes the remote, turning the TV off, making you protest. "I have an idea."

"We're not pranking anyone, Ky."

"No, that's not it." He gets up. "Well, that's a good idea, you can't deny."

"No." You laugh.

His hands found yours, intertwining them and looking at you in the eyes. "Let's buy the house."

"What?" You say, taken aback by the sudden proposition.

"Oui, we can use the house for weekend getaways, we can use it for vacations. For special occasions."

"But I thought."

"I know what I said." He interrupts you. "But I can't deny that there's a special something, and in the near future, I want to create more memories with you here. I can't wait for our kids to enjoy this place like we did."

"Oh, bébé." You let his hands go to press your palms to his cheeks, kissing him slowly. Feeling all the emotions. "We have to talk to your mom about it."

"Can you believe that? If she says yes, this will be our first house together."

"This will be your house, Kyky." You laugh, even tho he always told you that what was his was yours, this was different from a t-shirt, this is a whole house.

"No, bébé. This will be ours."

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[thecameronchronicles]

Making A Splash

TW: Public sex. Smut. Language. 

SUMMARY: To get back at your ex, you show him what he is missing by propositioning John B…

WORD COUNT: 1700

REQUESTED

Anonymous asked:

Hey, could you write John B x Kook Reader where you want to get back at your ex.. He’s a kook, could be Topper or a made up one lol.. but you get revenge by getting John B to fuck you in his pool, John B is possessive making you his! No Better way than to get with the “enemy” Thanks 

*I THINK THIS MAY BE MY FAVORITE JOHN B ONE I’VE WRITTEN!!*

Making A Splash

John B didn’t need another reason to hate Sean, your ex. A thoroughbred kook as cocky as he was selfish, John B was forced under his father’s employ this last summer, meaning he was his caddy of sorts. Used as more of a maid than anything, John B had been humiliated by drinks purposely spilled on him, comments forcing him to exercise patience and silent his enraged responses desperate to rear their ugly head, and all while you had witnessed it. 

Yet you offered nothing more than a sympathetic sigh and a bob of your head as you were just as much a victim of your circumstances as he was. Although, he had the freedom to leave the bubble wrap of Kooklandia and separate himself from the torments of expected behaviors and birthrights. Because of that, you always held a soft spot for him, as he had for you as well. And this is what led him to you at the edge of the pool, where you rested your head on your crossed arms, forced to watch Sean flaunt another girl before your eyes. 

“You know, I kind of expected there to be an ice sculpture or something…Maybe a bouncy house…” His words made you smile as you always got butterflies whenever he was near. You used to tell yourself it was just because it was what was forbidden. But he approached you now, coated in the moonlight at his back and a brilliant smile of self-assurance broadcast over his chiseled expression, you knew it was always present as you were a free agent, needing someone exactly like him…

“I don’t really get what all of the fuss is about, the beer sucks…and the music’s even worse.” You nodded in agreement. 

“You can blame Rafe and Topper for that.”

“Among many other things…” John B leaned towards you. “Like why you’re alone…” our smile widened as he slipped into the water at your side. 

“Is he still watching?”

“What?”

“It’s okay…I don’t mind.” He shrugged. “Actually, it would make my night to know I got to piss off a Kook-no offense…”

“None taken, believe me. I hate the title-”

“You can always go MIA and come to our side of the island…” he moved close to you, teasing a kiss, “I’m REALLY good at keeping secrets…” He taunted his lips to yours before moving at your side and leaning against the pool wall. 

“I think the world might just be thrown off its axis if a Kook and Pogue ever…” You paused. 

“It’s only a matter of time until one of your girls realize what you’re missing out on…” You swallowed hard at the thought as he walked you between his arms and to the back of the pool, making you not only forget about Sean, but focus exclusively on him. The perfect lines of his smile, the sensual pull of his eyes, and the full temptation of his lips. 

“Until you realize we might be dirty, but we know how to do it well.” His hands were suddenly on your hips beneath the water. 

“But if I’m gonna put on a show for him…I want to know you’re still thinking about me…” His fingers teased the perimeters of your bottoms, sourcing how far you’d allow him to go, before widening his grin when realizing you were just as eager as he had been. 

“I have a question…”

“Hmmm?” You opened your eyes as he scoffed. 

“When he made you come…Were you thinking about him?” You shook your head. 

“Me?” Again you shook your head as he feigned chest pain as you were quick to correct him. 

“He never did.”

John B chuckled, “Well for that…” You were suddenly lifted around him. 

“Let me show him something he’ll never know…” He carried you to the steps of the pool, a space mostly vacant aside from a few drunk peers too intoxicated to care of the commotion he made in setting you on the cement stairs. 

His fingers were compassionate as they climbed along your body, assessing every inch of skin left exposed from your suit, whereas his tongue more than made up for this sweetness. A kiss that lasted a few seconds would leave you more breathless than even the most desperate attempts made by Sean to pull you to that edge, an edge that wasn’t even ever in sight with your ex. 

“If anything’s too much, you’re gonna tell me, right?” He asked as his hand rose to your neck, directing you to a slight raise from the steps as you nodded quickly, his lips now between his own grasp and around the stationed fingers, as his second hand moved back to your suit, making you shudder as he made contact to your sex. 

“I could make you come with just my fingers…but knowing you’ve been denied, I want you to feel everything you’ve been missing out on…Consider it my…” He smirked as you moaned beneath him, shameless as Sean watched you, fists formed at his sides, as he was kept still by his current victim, “Means of convincing you-”

“Of what?”

“That I’m better.”

“You already are…” You confessed. 

“You just telling me what I wanna hear, sweetheart?” You quickly shook your head. “So I’ll fuck you?”

“Please…” Your nails dug into his arms. 

“You’d let me fuck you, right here? Where he’s watching your face twist like that in a way he could only dream of?” He spoke against your cheek, a second finger entering your sex as they both pulled into a bed, his thumb making slow curves over your clit. 

“Saying MY name?”

“John B!”

“Good girl…Now let me show him what he’ll never have…” Your eyes came open to the retraction of his grip from your neck and the feeling of your hips now made naked by the pull of the string.

“Because if you let me fuck you, in front of him and all your other little friends, it means you’re mine…every clench…every moan…every orgasm…” He threatened your sex with him as your breath was desperateion, dependant on his next movements as his other hand returned to your neck, only now, curved at its back for placement. 

“Every. Fucking. Part.”

“Please…Please, John B…Make me yours-” He was suddenly inside of you, his full cock stretching you beyond anything you had known before. He hesitated in feeling you tighten in discomfort, a wince validating this pain, as he was quick to mend it with a hand to your breast, redirecting your focus to your nipple. The surge of electricity that came from THIS touch was almost enough to make you come on the spot, and if not for the retraction of his cock, you may have. 

“We’re doing this to where I can get as deep as I need to for you, sweetheart.” He positioned your leg a bit higher on the step as you were turned away from him, your fingers desperate on the ledge of the steps before you, before he set you at a further angle and returned inside of you. 

“That’s good, that’s it…oh fuck…” He groaned, dragging his teeth along your shoulder and leaving a small indent of a taunting bite, before taking one hand to your clit and another back to your breast. 

“Gotta show everyone what they’re fucking missing, what they’ll never get, because you are all mine…” You nodded as his hand retracted from your breast and came to your hair, forcing you backwards with a gasp. 

“Say it…Tell HIM.”

“I’m yours-” You attempted to breathe. 

“Whose?”

“YOURS!”

“WHO?”

“JOHN B!”

“And whose cock is making you come? Hmm? Who is making you come in fucking public like a good girl?”

“JOHN B!” You belted as he nodded. 

“That’s right, baby…And you wanna come?”

“Please! YES!”

“Then come…I know you need it…so let me give it to you…” He scoffed behind you, using quick thrusts and flicks to bring you to that orgasm you’d only known by the mercy of your fingers or the help of an overpriced toy that still paled in comparison to the warmth of his body writhing against yours. 

“THAT’S It…One more time for me…one more-say it…”

“I’m yours…” You moaned. “Only yours. Always yours-I’m yours-” You whimpered as he growled. 

“So proud to be mine, it’s making me wanna come-”

“YES! Please! John B, please!”

“You want my cum?” 

“Yes…” You begged as he slowed his movements following your release, your body spent and at the mercy of his hold. 

“Look in my eyes so I know you’re thinking of ME…so you want ME…” He turned you to face him, keeping your body pinned while only your breathlessness was in his survey, his body craning enough to meet this gaze he wanted. 

“I want you to come, John B…I wanna make you come…”

“Then clench those walls for me baby…drain me, ’kay?” You nodded, working hard to pull him to that edge he’d offered you, only driving you to a second one. 

“Oh, you ARE deprived…”

“Please…please, I’m so close-”

“Come with me…fuck, I’m close…” HIs hands now came over yours on the steps, holding them down, as he kissed your shoulder. 

“YES, YES!” He chorused as you felt him flex inside of you, the warmth of his release making you tremble before he allowed you that second release as well. 

“Now you’re gonna spend the rest of this party with me inside of you…Because why?”

“I’m yours…” He turned you to face him, the abrupt motion making you gasp. 

“Good girl.” He took you to him with one final kiss before disappearing into the crowd, leaving you struggling to do anything but feel pride as Sean looked at you with disgust, all while you relished in this, focusing on only the numbing ease of having been thoroughly satisfied by what you’d been missing…

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[hoedamn-eron]

broken heating - part 2

Jake comes clean about why he ended it.

Warnings: Reader was in an exclusive relationship with Jake. Some swearing. Inaccurate depictions of DID (only knowledge from the show and some light research). Overuse of the phrase 'I know'. Angst. Lightly proofread. Word count: 1,883 (whoops) GN!Reader, no use of Y/N.

Sorry this is so late, life got really hectic over the weekend, but it's here now! Realised most of my Moon Knight fics take place in coffee shops/cafes.

Part 1

You sigh as you look at your phone again, checking the time. It’s probably (definitely) the third time in fifteen minutes that you’ve checked, and time isn’t moving any quicker.

You’d received a text, earlier that week. From Jake. And you knew it was from Jake from the way he never bothered to spell the word ‘you’ in texts, always wanting to use ‘u’. He’d asked to meet you, after a full year of no contact, not since he threatened your landlord about your heating, wanting to talk.

You hated to admit it, but the text had sent you spiralling. You had finally moved on, even planning on going on a second date with Tom from work, and then he’d text you, having the gall to ask if you could meet with him. You’d pondered for hours over how you were going to reply, if you were going to reply at all, fully considering telling him to ‘do one’ and ‘never contact me again’.

But yet here you were, like an idiot, waiting on Jake Lockley, who didn’t have the decency to show up on time, even though he was the one who wanted to talk to you. You could be doing something better right now, like…rearranging your living room, or buying that rug you saw in that charity shop window the other day. You hadn’t stopped thinking about it, and now you think you might actually go and get it later, if it was still there. He had five minutes to get there, or you’re leaving.

You won’t give him the satisfaction of a text, asking where he was. You’ve taken time out of your day to be here, on his request, so if he can’t be here, then you shouldn’t need to be either. You’d waited for him long enough, literally, and figuratively.

Giving an annoyed sigh, you gather your things that you had unceremoniously threw on the spare seat next to you. As you were slipping your coat on, the café door swung open, and a panting…Steven came running in (wearing Jake’s clothes, might you add), his eyes quickly scanning the area for you, his eyes landing on you, widening as he sees you putting your coat on.

Great…Jake can’t even be there when he does turn up.

“Are you leaving?” Steven asked as he hurried over to you.

You fought the urge to roll your eyes. “He’s nearly half an hour late, Steven, I’m not going to stick around.”

“No, he just…we overslept, that’s all, he didn’t forget.”

“So then why are you here?” you asked, almost sounding tired.

Steven hesitated before swallowing. He lightly shrugged his shoulder. “He’s…he’s a little nervous.”

The change was subtle, but at the same time, it wasn’t. Steven’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and his posture changed, his eyes narrowing lightly and his forehead furrowing into a frown. “I’m not nervous, hermano.”

You blinked, feeling a little taken aback. You’re not sure why, you came here to see Jake, now here he was. Maybe it was because you hadn’t seen him in so long. Yeah, that must be it. “Hello, Jake.”

It was as if he finally saw you, his eyes locking onto yours as he straightened up. “Hey.”

You could feel your face heating up. He was still as good looking as he always was, and he still made your heart skip a beat after all this time. It pissed you off.

“You’re late.”

“Overslept.”

“Yeah, Steven said.”

It was awkward. You knew it would be, but it felt more so now that you were prepared to leave and Jake was here now. You sighed as you took your seat again but keeping your coat on. You wanted a quick getaway if it was needed. “So what is it you wanted to talk about?”

Jake gave a small grin and huffed a laugh as he took the free seat opposite you. “Straight to the point, huh?”

You raised an eyebrow at him but didn’t say anything.

Jake sighed at you. “I just wanted to clear the air.”

“Okay,” you reply, waiting for him to continue. You couldn’t show him that you were bothered by him. He wanted to see you, after he broke up with you. “So…” you wave you hand at him. “Go ahead.”

Jake gave you a blank stare. If it were anyone else, they would have been uneasy, but you know Jake. He was just calculating his next moves, knowing that you were about to leave, which he didn’t take as a good sign. It meant you weren’t too bothered about what he wanted to say, but yet you still showed up. So there was some hope there.

“You…you look great, I really appreciate you taking the time to see me.”

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Jake…”

“I know, I know,” Jake muttered, slumping back in his chair as you lowered your hand from your face, looking at him with an unamused look. “I wasn’t in a good place. I’m still not in a good place. I never will be.” Jake sighed.

“So you…you pushed me away?” you shook your head at him. “You threw away everything we had.”

“I know.”

“I know, you know.” You glare at him. “What you did was a shitty thing.”

“I know it was! What do you want me to say? That I’m sorry?”

“Yes, Jake, I want you to say that you’re sorry, for dumping me after you let me practically move in with you, and giving you my all, then throwing it back in my face!”

“You saw us getting married and settling down, and I can’t do that,” Jake sighed. “I can’t do that to you, and I can’t do that to myself. It’s not in the cards for me.”

“Didn’t you think that you should have spoken to me about these things before deciding that we just shouldn’t be together anymore?” you hissed at him, the anger bubbling away in the pit of your stomach. How dare he make those decisions for you!

“Our future doesn’t align!” Jake snapped. “We want different things. I had to cut ties with you before it was too late.”

“’Cut ties’? Is that all it was to you?”

Jake grimaced, looking away from you. “No, sorry. That wasn’t how it meant to come out.”

He was never good with words. You sat silently as you took a good look at him. He looked tired, but that was no different than it was a year ago – the body went through a lot. When you were together, Jake had told you that his safe space was with you, that he could truly unwind and not be on his guard so much. You wonder how much work Khonshu has him doing now that he wasn’t with you anymore (not that it stopped Jake the first time).

You shake your head. He wasn’t yours to worry about anymore. “I understand…I get why you wanted me to leave. You’re right, I wanted more than you could give me.” Jake said nothing as you carried on rambling. “And maybe at the end of the day, it was the right thing to do, but it doesn’t mean that it didn’t hurt. I was suddenly alone and you’d…you’d just let me go, like I was nothing to you.”

“That’s not – “

“And do you know how much it ached,” you hissed. “To think that I’d done something wrong, that it was me that was the problem?”

“You didn’t do anything, it was me with the issues.”

“Why did you come to my landlord?” you suddenly ask, your brow furrowed at him.

Jake blinked at you. “What?”

“When my heating went, why did you go to my landlord?”

Jake hesitated for a moment before he shook his head. “That wasn’t – “

“It was you, so don’t bother lying.” You sat up straighter in your chair. “Why did you do it?”

Jake held your gaze for a few moment before looking away. “Because…because I knew I fucked you over, and it was one last thing I could do…to make you feel even a little better.” Jake’s shoulders slumped. “Steven told me about it after he ran into you.”

You nod. Your landlord had been just a bit nicer to you since that day, fixing even just the little things that had gone wrong in the flat. “Well…thank you, anyway. He got it fixed.”

Jake gave a nod. “No problem.”

You both sat in awkward silence for a few moments, and you were contemplating saying goodbye and leaving before Jake piped up with, “Are you seeing anyone?”

You pulled a face at him. “What?”

“I just…I don’t know why I asked, forget it.”

“His name is Tom. He’s from work.”

Jake ignored the way his heart panged in his chest. He wasn’t expecting that. “Oh.”

“Nothing serious at the moment, we’ve been on like, one official date, but we take our lunch breaks at the same time. He’s nice. Seeing him again tonight, actually.”

Jake nodded but didn’t say anything. Of course you met someone else, why wouldn’t you? You were the kindest, most beautiful human being he’d ever met, of course you met someone else. He didn’t have the right to feel as downtrodden as he did. He ended it with you because he was a coward and couldn’t see himself settling down. It may have taken him over a year to stop being afraid of what he’d done, but he truly was glad to see that you were doing okay.

“What about you?”

Jake looked at you for a moment before shaking his head. “Nah, not seeing anyone. Well…Steven’s met someone, me and Marc having taken bets on when he’s finally going to ask her out.”

You lightly snort. “Is she nice?”

Jake nodded. “Yeah…yeah, she’s nice.”

Jake briefly looks at his reflection in the window and you could only imagine what Steven was saying to him. You smiled lightly before checking the time on your phone. You needed to make a move soon, you had to go to your friends to feed her cat because she was away, and you still had to go to the dry cleaners (they’d been ringing you every day for the blazer you’d sent in last week).

“I should get going,” you said, standing your bag again and hoisting it over your shoulder. Jake stood after you. “I’ve got stuff to do today.”

Jake nodded. “Right. Yeah. Me too.”

You nod at him, the two of you staring at each other. Do you hug? No, that felt too personal. But a handshake seemed too formal. You settled for a small, closed lip smile. “I know that things are different between us now, but I’m glad you reached out. Even if I shouted at you a little.”

Jake chuckled, causing your heart to skip a beat again, like it had earlier. “I think I deserved to be shouted at.”

You bit your lip before nodding a little. “You did. But we move on.” Jake nodded at the double meaning to your words. You nod towards the door. “I best get going.”

“I’ll see you later.”

You study him for a moment before you smile, giving a nod. “Yeah. See you later.”

Tagged - @h3k3t

#moon knight #jake lockley x reader #jake x reader #jake lockley x gn!reader #jake lockley #oscar isaac

[myrddin-wylt]

I'm still not entirely sure how I'll do the guide on writing manic/psychotic characters (I'll probably switch it to specifically polymorphic psychotic for the sake of dodging the DSM) but I will make a quick note here that imo one of the least known and recognizable symptoms of psychosis is the whole 'incoherent speech, and/or behavior that is inappropriate for the situation.' because it's hard to distinguish that from someone who's not psychotic and is just behaving inappropriately. you'd think it would be obvious and easy to spot, but sometimes it's really not.

sometimes psychosis is me arguing with my coworker that the instructions he gave make no sense and that he needs to write them in plainer language, even though what he wrote is already as basic and broken down as possible. I don't understand it. I don't understand how he got from A to B. To me it looks like he went from A to F. He doesn't understand how I don't understand. I try to tell him and realize I don't understand why I don't understand. I read it multiple times, he walks me through it, and I still don't understand. I insist there's a step missing. A week later I read the instructions again and they're not only perfectly comprehensible, but there's nothing implied or left out; everything is very detailed and basic.

Sometimes psychosis is when I try to form a basic argument like X + Y = Z but I can't keep track of each part of the equation and keep forgetting, even though I'm literally looking at my own text. X + Y = .... wait, what was that first part that came before Y? Something + Y = Z, I think? I think it was W. W + Y = Z. but wait a minute, that's not right at all. No, W + Y = A. There we go.

Except even though I'm thinking W, I keep SAYING (or typing) X, and it's the concepts I have confused. So I end up saying X + Y = A when it should be X + Y = Z, and what I'm thinking is W + Y = A.

Basically, words don't have consistent meaning or connotation, I'm saying things that absolutely do not make sense because I've mixed up the language and concepts. I can be reading something, directly looking at the words, but they no longer have any connection to their original meaning. No one knows what I'm talking about. I don't understand why no one understands. I get extremely upset (because I'm highly reactive at this point) and check my logic again, and decide that I am 100000% confident that I'm not wrong here because I've Done The Math (grandiosity), so the people arguing with me must be intentionally misinterpreting and picking a fight with me (paranoia). They're trying to make me look stupid and overly combative. I call them trolls and tell them to fuck off. This is a relatively minor, mild (I guess???) example.

The problem here is that on the surface, this phenomenon is not exclusive to psychosis; in fact it is very common for people to make simple mistakes and dig in further. That is not entirely what is going on here. What is going on above is that there are gaps in my ability to process language and construct logic that are not usually present in my everyday thinking, and I am convinced of things that I cannot be dissuaded from. No amount of explaining is going to make sense. You may as well be speaking in another language. It's just not gonna click.

UNFORTUNATELY the end result is not that I look identifiably psychotic, I just look like a stubborn bitch with questionable ideas that only make sense to someone using some sort of double-speak or dogwhistles, which eventually someone screenshots it and puts it in a callout post months later ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

If this didn't make sense to you, that's understandable because it sure as fuck doesn't make sense to me either.

#no proofreading we die like men

[perenlop]

continuing to be a dick abt this show i claim to like i know i know but wow uh. they certainly made Choices during the roxie battle

roxie herself was really cool, shes a good character and i love how shes cocky and harsh but still a good sport. while other gym battles in this arc just seemed to be like “lol ash is CRINGE and FAIL” like elesa and hints of that in skyla, there wasn’t any of that here, when he was losing, it didn’t feel like everyone was just kinda watching in secondhand embarrassment, but it didn’t feel like it was drooling over him either. plus no one had to evolve to make it feel climactic which was refreshing. idk its hard to describe but tldr roxie battle managed to avoid a lot of problems i have with other gyms in bw

on the other hand though, that just kinda means it has problems exclusive to it. i feel like this battle is inherently held back by the fact that it so obviously wasn’t supposed to be the last gym. not bc its only there to promote bw2, but like… cmon, iris being his companion this route HAD to have been made with opelucid gym plans in mind, right? but now we gotta rush over to virbank, hit pokestar studios, and now the second gym leader in the sequel is his final boss. like thematically, that’s just weird because while we know that gyms can be challenged in any order in the anime, we still expect ash to have a similar journey to those playing the game. idk if im wording this right but like, i remember being 11 when i first saw this episode and being confused when i encountered roxie so early in the actual game.

and yeah this has been mentioned, but the 3v6 that he barely won by rng was not a good decision. it feels like it was done to make the gym feel more climactic, and while it does succeed in that at least, not only does it make ash look worse than he should for this point (ok i promise im not one of those guys who thinks ash should be hashtag hardcore and the strongest ever, hes allowed to struggle, but this is literally the season 1 finale and the climax to the gym arc. they could stand to make him semi competent.)

but the pacing felt really off, like with koffing, it took out boldore really quick, then unfezant gets kinda hyped up to be the one to knock it out, then it really quickly gets shoved aside so leavanny can rush in and knock it out really quickly. and then scolipede only takes two pokemon to take down in comparison? that doesn’t make sense my dude

and then boom, yet another reason why the rotation team is a bad idea and the anime shouldnt do it- ash uses his full team to “spotlight how far he’s come” supposedly. but then his team is boldore, unfezant, leavanny, pignite, palpitoad, and pikachu? only two of those guys have had consistent screentime and victories throughout the season and this is far from his best unova team. i literally forget boldore exists, i think hes shown it less than five times since it evolved at this point? this is not a unova allstar team thats grown and matured and bonded over a season, this is a group of guys that occasionally hang out once a month out of obligation.

idk. best wishes certainly is an arc where the writers sure did make decisions.

#again the battle is not bad or anything. its fine and its got better writing than most other gym battles especially for bw #but man. i can’t really say that bw doesn’t have its flaws that make it distracting #ftr this isnt me like being a cyncial adult at a kids show- i remember this ep feeling weird to me as a kid too #echoed voice #pokeani lb

[justatypicalwizard]

She actually likes me? | Zenitsu Oneshot

Comedy

4301 words

No manga spoilers

♡

Tanjiro, Zentisu and Inosuke got a new mission. They were supposed to infiltrate a high society ball by attending it and finding a demon upon the guests. The only problem was that none of them had an invitation and one was required. The Demons Slayer corps could do many things, but they weren't almighty. This party was really exclusive. They had to think about a way to get it.

''Maybe sneaking out as a staff member?'' Zenitsu had an idea.

''Not so sure about it, they may make us stay in different places and have limited movement. Giving that we know the demon is a guest it's better to be one of them.'' Tanjiro, the smartass, but he was right and Zenitsu nodded.

The team was sitting in a restaurant eating meals.

''Hey, you wanna sneak in the ball?'' Suddenly they hear a voice next to them.

A slim guy sits next to Inosuke, who flinches and moves his bowl. The boy looks like a teen and has a smug grin on his face.

''What are you talking about?'' Zenitsu asks.

''I've heard you guys talking about sneaking in the ball, actually we could help each other.''

''How could we help?'' Tanjiro was genuinely interested.

''You see, there will be many rich families on that ball with rich kids. Aaaand with rich daughters. You can come to the ball without an invitation if someone takes you with them. That's where we come in.'' He pointed to himself.

''Mhm, I don't get the point.'' Tanjiro was straightforward.

''Look, me and my best friend attend an exclusive school for boys in the city. Our parents are rich. Unfortunately neither me nor my friend look... good... enough to get a girl, ya understand? But you on the other hand. I need to tell you that you bought me with that shirtless chest of yours man.'' Saying this the boy pointed at Inosuke. ''We will give you the uniforms of our school so that you don't look so poor and can get the attention of rich girls that are right now in the city waiting for the ball. Once they see that you are not only handsome but also on a good social level they will take you with them. And we, I mean me and my friend, also benefit from this because you say that we are your friends and we only go together. This way they need to take us!'' He seemed excited about the idea.

''Isn't it rude to lie to girls like that?'' Zenitsu was concerned.

''Oh come on, we're not lying, aren't we friends man? Besides, don't lie to yourself, the chicks will forget you the next day.'' He answered.

Finally after some more discussion the team agreed to the boys proposition.

''Meet me tomorrow in the morning. Come to Urakono mansion, west from here and say that you are Jitsus friends.''

♡

The next day the trio was standing outside of a huge, huge house. Inosuke was stressed out because it looked very much not like a forest. There was staff everywhere and everything was in order just as if someone enchanted the grass to grow exactly 2 cm tall. Tanjiro was stressed because he felt like a peasant. Zenitsu was stressed because was already thinking about the girls.

''Um.. we are Jitsus friends'' Tanjiro adressed a man standing in front of a steel gate, he was very shy.

''Young master awaits.'' The man answered opening the gates for them.

The inside was even more fancy. Happily the foung Jitsu. There was another boy with him, around the same age. They were both happy and bubbly.

''Don't be shy guys, it's not your fault you're poor. This is Tomoyo.''

The visit was quick. The team got their school uniforms and the staff gave them a hairstyle. Tanjiro and Zenitsu looked neat. The only one causing problems was Inosuke, not wanting to cover his abs and take off his mask. They all agreed that they would exclude Inosuke from the disguise part, making him stand on watch near the ball.

''Ok, now we can go on a hunt!'' Tomoyo raised his hand.

♡

There was an arranged meeting in a park, closed to visitors. It came out that the school Jitsu and Tomoyo were attending organised a banquet for the ball guests to have them see the schools prestige. The four boys were sitting in a garden space looking at the passersby. There were indeed many young ladies strolling in groups and giggling.

''One of you guys need to make the first move, they always run away from us.'' Jitsu pushed Tanjiro and Zenitsu off the bench they were sitting on.''You go look for someone our age, best if it was a large group of girls, no parents, no other boys. Then you engage into a conversation and say that your friends, this means me and Tomoyo are here and you come back to us with them.''

The Demon Slayers agreed to this and went different ways to cover a larger area.

Zenitsu was feeling really bad about this situation. Even if the girls will have fun with them, lying is bad. He took a paved path and strolled slowly, deep in his thoughts. He finally saw a group of five girls. What if he just charms them? Later on, after the ball he can confess the truth to the one he and Tanjiro goes with, that they are not from the prestige school. What if the girl falls in love with him and decides to stay? This would be a great scenario. Now he felt pumped up. Yes, he will tell the truth, just in a good moment.

The girls were getting closer and saw him standing on the path they were taking. This was his chance.

''Good morning ladies, what brings you here?'' He started smoothly.

The girls looked at one another.

''This banquet is literally made for us.'' One of them, a tall and blonde one answered. ''And what brings you here?''

''Um, I'm going to this school... you know. So it's like me who is making this banquet... for you'' This was definitely not smooth.

''Yeah... you sure don't have anything else to do than talk to us? This doesn't match you.'' They all giggled.

''Well if you insist'' Zenitsu bowed and ran away.

Geez, these girls were even harder than the ones he met in his life so far. He had a few more attempts but they were all a disaster. Soon he realised that wherever he would go the girls would quickly turn the other way and some boys were laughing at him.

This couldn't be worse. He can't even make one talk to him!

Zenitsu headed back to the guys ready to tell them that this mission is a failure because there is not one nice girl here. Then he saw it. Jitsu talked to a small, dark haired girl sitting on a bench, she laughed geniully. Tomoyo was showing some flowers to another redhead.

Tanjiro hurt him the most. There were THREE girls talking to him, laughing and striving for his attention. He was just laughing nicely with them, not doing anything much.

Zenitsu got so red on the face and angry that he jumped in one of the bushes, traced the garden wall in it and jumped over it exiting the banquet. He found a bench under the wall with a view of the city spreading below. The school was on a cliff so it was a cute place.

He was sobbing when he heard grunting. He looked around but there was no one. Another grunt, this time louder. He put his gaze up and saw a skirt hanging from the tall, brick wall. There were two legs in small heels pointing out of the skirt. The skirt grunted again.

''Um... sorry, are you okay?'' Zenitsu asked.

''Someone there? Hey! Help me, I can't get down.'' A feminine voice.

''On my way!'' Zenitsu jumped from his seat. ''I'm under you... I don't see anything, don't worry... about the... skirt.'' he was yet again struggling.

''I don't care! You right under me?'' She shouted.

''Yeah''

So she let herself go. Zenitsu freaked out running under the falling form to catch her. Finally she landed softly in his hands, Zenitsu not moving even an inch. This was not a burden for a Demon Slayer.

''Hey, nice catch. I thought I would kill you with my butt but you seem strong.'' She looked at him with her (E/C) eyes.

Zenitsu thought that these eyes were beautiful.

''Whatcha doing here?'' She asked.

''Running away.''

''Great, me too!''

He just stood there, looking at the girl in his hands.

''You wanna sit on that bench?'' She pointed, arching her back.

''Yeah''

''Then take me there.'' She actually didn't give a damn about this situation.

''Yeah''

Zenitsu sat the girl on the bench.

''Come, sit.'' She was patting the space next to her.

''Yeah''

''Is yeah the only thing you can say?''

''Yeah... I mean no!'' He started sweating.

''Ok, ok, just teasing you.'' She laughed. ''My name is Y/N, it's nice to meet you and I need to sincerely thank you for catching me, I owe you.''

''I'm Zenitsu and it's nothing, you don't own me.''

''Oh come on, I like games and dares and stuff, no fun when you just let it go like that.'' She pondered.

''Well... if I think about anything I will let you know.'' Zenitsu scratched the back of his face.

''So, what do you study in Emerald School?'' Oh oh.

''Nothing interesting.'' He was getting sweaty.

''Come on.''

''I study... music!'' He finally found a topic.

She looked at him dead in the eye.

''And what's your main teacher's name?''

''... Miss Lin?''

''You are lying. First, you can't study music in Emerald School, second it's an all boys school, including the teachers. You could get a better disguise.'' Not Y/N was very serious.

Zenitsu hated himself more than ever right now. Not only did he run away, not succeed the mission, now he also put everything on risk. He let out a groan and hid his face in his hands.

''Will you tell everyone?'' He asked quietly.

''No''

Huh? He looked at the girl, she was still dead serious.

''I won't tell anyone because I'm interested in why you would want to pretend to go to such a lame school to interact with such lame people and possibly get on such a lame ball.'' She was straightforward.

''I...have...a...mission?''

''Your mission is to get lame?''

''No, my mission is to infiltrate the ball guests and find a demon.'' Zenitsu spitted it out bluntly.

''Holy cow! You're a Demon Slayer?! I've heard about you guys and I always wanted to meet one. I didn't know you guys were this strong and so loose and funny. I thought you were all still soldiers and swordsmen.'' Y/N got excited.

''You think I'm strong and funny?'' Zenitsu's hopes sparked up.

''Yeah, I was just teasing with you!'' She laughed. ''Can I help you with the mission? Like, you said you need to get to the ball.''

''I do but I don't have an invitation.'' Zenitsu got sad again.

''You can come with me, I don't have a partner.'' Y/N offered.

''I really can? Then you don't own me nothing now, I couldn't ask you for a bigger favour.'' He was all worked up.

''Silly, I still own you. I will take you cuz I like you.''

♡

You two met with Tanjiro outside of the banquet. Zentisu brought him here. He told his friend about the situation, how you know they are Demon Slayers and that you are an ally. Tanjiro was pleased. Maybe it was about Zenitsu finding a girl that actually liked him more than about the mission going smoothly.

''Tanjiro do you have a pair?'' You asked.

''Well, I got some invitations but I haven't answered yet.'' He was kinda awkward talking about the amount of invitations.

''I see. Not that I'm nosy, but if you want to engage with a mission you can't just go with anyone. A young man on such events is supposed to entertain his partner all the time. You won't get a second alone Tanjiro if you chose one of the girls who invited you.'' You were serious.

They seem not to know anything about the society they are going to interact with so you had to help them.

''Then how should I go there to have freedom with the mission?'' Tanjiro got upset.

''I can take you both.''

♡

This night was going to be fun for you. Not only were you going with two hotties, you had a mission. Well, they were not exactly fond of the thought that you could engage with the demon but you assured them you will stay low and help them only with social stuff.

The ball was huge, facy, the lights were bright, there were crystals everywhere. Zenitsu and Tanjiro were glad they came with someone who knew their situation, otherwise they would have been caught in the disguise. They didn;t know how to dance, what to talk about, what titles to use, nothing.

You three decided that Tanjiro and his nose will go and search for the demon, Zenitsu will keep you company and scan the most crowded area which is the dance floor and Inosuke said that if you call his name out loud he will appear... whatever it means.

You and Zenitsu were about to go dance. He was scared as hell.

''Don't worry, just do what I tell you.'' You whispered in his ear.

You managed to get in the middle. No one was really looking at you, everyone minding their own business. You were strolling slowly through the dancefloor, you holding Zenitsu by the shoulders, he, placing his hands on your waist. Only now have you realised that under the clothes he is really buff.

Not bad girl, not bad.

''Ale you sure you are comfortable with me touching you?'' Zenitsu was stuttering again.

''I'm happy you're a knight on a white horse but you don't have to ask this all the time. Did I slap you?''

''No''

''Good, if I didn't like it, I would slap you.''

''What a sweet little pair!'' You both heard a high pitched woman's voice.

It was your teacher from the girl's school. God, you hated her.

''Is this your fiance Miss Y/N?'' She was not curious, she was poisonous.

That damn woman didn't believe that free dating existed.

''Well yes, that's quite right Mrs Oan. Are you disturbed by the fact that a nice lady like me found a nice gentleman?'' You puffed your cheeks.

''Oh no, how could I.'' She snickered.'' I bet your father's even more fond of him. Actually we can see, he is coming right this way!'' Saying this the witch waved in the direction of your father.

''Shit, daddy doesn't know.'' You whispered to Zenitsu and a shiver ran down his spine. ''Don't get too excited over this.''

You ran from that place pretending to engage in a faster tune that just started playing. Eventually you met Tanjiro who had a problem.

''I sensed and even saw the demon. It's a young girl. She must have sensed me as well because she hid in the girls bathroom and I can't go there, there are guards everywhere.'' She was whispering shouting.

''I can try to lure her out.'' You suggested.

''That's dangerous Y/N.'' Zenitsu panicked.

''What else are you left with, she will also probably sense Zenitsu, I'm the only one who knows about her being a demon and who is not a Demon Slayer.''

''Actually this might be a good idea Zenitsu.'' Tanjiro butted in. ''TThe demon feasts only on young boys, she ignores women. There are also many guards just behind the door so she won't do a massacre in the toilet. She's a rather quiet killer. I also know that she is small, that long dark hair and a yellow dress.''

''Then I'm on my way. I also have an idea that might work out and if it doesn't nothing bad will happen. You just need to stand where I show you for a few minutes.'' Saying that you showed them the place.

♡

On the ball you found a ''friend'' of yours. You didn;t even like her but you needed her.

''Oh Linna! How long haven't we seen each other?'' You pretended to be happy about bumping into her. ''I have to tell you about something but we need to talk somewhere more private.''

You were walking in the corridors of the mansion that the ball was held in.

''Do you know I snuggled with two boys today?'' You stated proudly.

''You what?'' She was very interested.

From what you knew, she didn't have a pair.

''They are not even from the upper class, I just found them and dressed them. But they are hot and they work so they have abs and everything.'' No, she can't be this stupid.

''They have?'' She is.

''It was fun but you know they are not the smartest.'' The two of you entered the womens toilet, the one the demon was hiding in.

You didn't see anyone else, she must be in disguise.

''I was thinking.'' And saying this out loud enough for the demon to hear. ''Maybe you could join us, you know, me and the two boys. Like I said they are not from the upper class so they are totally lost here and it's quite awkward, I could use some good company. Maybe you would like to see them? They're very nice looking, I picked out myself!'' You pretended a silly giggle.

''Take me to them I'm dying from boredom dancing with all the old pricks!'' Linna swallowed the hook and played along perfectly.

You were just two teens, bored from the expensive and exclusive activities using poor boys for your own entertainment.

''Where are they?'' Linna asked.

''I told them to wait for me in the floral room. There's no one there because only I have keys to that place. I stole them from the guard. Now it's open but we need to close it when we get in.'' Another small giggle.

Suddenly you felt a breeze, a light wind stroke your cheek. Was this... the demon. You were quickly turning to look at the door and you caught them with your eye just shutting quietly. That was it, the demon was deceived.

''You know what Linna, on the other hand I think I don't want you there. I would only hurt my precious boys.'' Not giving her time to proceed you ran as fast as you could to the floral room.

♡

It was upstairs, a room filled with exotic plants. When you got there you heard fighting sounds from the inside. You bursted inside to see that the boys were not managing as well as they assured you. The demon used her hair to tangle them.

''Shit! Zenitsu watch out!'' You shouted.

Tearing down an oil lamp from the wall you threw it at the demon's hair. One strand started to burn and the girl shouted.

''She feels her hair!'' Your lungs were burning when you screamed so loud.

The fight was better but they were still not winning.

''She's stronger than estimated. There must have been a mistake in the missions description!'' Tanjiro was panting.

Then you remembered they had a teammate. You just needed to call his name. But what was his name? You got to know him earlier but you didn't remember. He was loud and had a boar mask... the boar mask. He was talking about a forest. Or maybe a mountain? Yes! It was a mountain. But what? He said that he owned the mountain, and lived on it...

...and then it sparkled.

''I need you King of the Mountain!'' you screamed on the top of your lungs.

''I don't believe that...'' Zenitsu sobbed. ''Now he will take her away from me''

Inosuke entered through the glass room of the floral room. Slamming down both of his swords through the demon's neck, cutting it off. It was great but now there was a rain of glass falling down on you.

''Y/N be careful!''You heard Zenitsu shout.

Unfortunately you were the only person standing in the centre of the room. Inosuke was already jumping through the window to escape, Tanjiro caught in the middle between running to you and running away. You couldn't make it either to the door nor to the window. You saw Zenitsu falling on the floor.

''No Zenjitsu!'' You didn't manage to say anything more because something flashed before your eyes, blinding you.

You felt a warmth around your waist and you could only see light. There was also thunder somewhere in the back. Were you in the middle of a storm? Are you going crazy?

In one moment it all stopped. You were outside of the mansion in a dark and far part of the garden. No one else was here. Zenitsu was holding you tight and hugging you to his warm body. He was also snoring.

''Hey!'' You slapped him

''What happened?'' He woke up.

''You tell me.''

Tanjiro started to laugh. He explained that Zenitsu holds the power of the lightning and the thunder but he can use it only when he is asleep. It's not a problem since whenever he is scared he loses consciousness. This remark made Zenitsu, who let go of you, lowered his head and cried silently.

Now you will think of him as a fool.

''That's... awesome! I love thunderstorms and you're basically like a walking one.'' You were more than excited. ''You need to tell and show me more about this!''

''Well well, maybe you rather listen to a real man, not a crying one huh?'' You felt someone rest his hand on your shoulder and pull you to himself. This someone felt kinda naked.

You turned your head with disgust to see a boar's nose in your face.

''Hey, King of the Mountain here, you were screaming my name earlier, we can repeat that sometime.''

You shuddered so hard you actually wiggled out of his grasp.

''King of My Ass cuz I bet it's bigger than that mountain you were supposed to live on.'' You snapped back at him.

''I lived on a mountain!'' He forgot what he was talking about earlier.

''Besides Pig King I'm kinda taken tonight because Zenitsu is my partner.'' You shower him your tongue.

Inosuke wanted to destroy you but Tanjiro assured you he would take care of him and quickly took him out of your sight.

You looked at Zenitsu who was playing with his fingers, not looking at you.

''What?'' You asked.

''What you said earlier, about... being... taken... b-by m-m-me'' It was getting harder and harder for him. ''It was nice, nice of you. No one has ever said something like this about me.'' He was very embarrassed.

''That's weird, I think you are super entertaining, golden hearted, honest and fun!'' You picked up his head and looked him in the eyes.

He was blushing madly.

''And I think I still owe you something.''

You pushed your lips delicately to his. At first you felt he froze. Your lips moved first, getting more firm on his soft ones. You parted and he looked at you. His gaze was full of warmth.

''Oh geez, you little romantic.'' You laughed.

Holding him by the back of his neck you tilted his head to the side and kissed him passionately. You started to walk and found a tree pushing him against it. Your hands run to his and place them on your waist. Your own wander to his chest.

Zenitsu aot a grip of the situation because you felt him kissing you back. You slided your tongue against his lower lip and he let out a gasp.

Parting you looked him in the eye, your one's were sharp and his dreamy.

''You want to spend some time with me tonight?'' You asked, whispering this to his ear.

He only nodded.

''They let's say the rest that they don't need to wait for us.'' You held his hand running in the direction Tanjiro and Inosuke went.

''You don't even know how much fun I've had with you tonight Zenitsu''

♡

Upon coming to them you saw a lot of people standing outside of the building and examining the floral room. You were standing between Tanjiro, Inosuke and Zenitsu when you saw her.

Mrs Witch was coming your way.

''Who is this young lady?'' She asked poking at the boys. ''And why is this one without a shirt, what is this mating season you ugly teens! Your father must know about this.''

''They are all my fiances, I'm not into monogamy. And this one there is just stupid.''

She looked at you, not able to say a word. Witch got red in the face and a grin emerged on her lips.

''I will tell your father!''

''Tell me about what?''

There he was, daddy. He looked down on the Witch and raised a brow.

''Your daughter is engaged in weird activity with three boys which one of is half naked!'' She was proud of herself.

''How can you explain this Y/N?'' He asked you.

''Like I said they are all my fiances and the naked one it stupid that's all, he can't put on a shirt, doesn't know how.'' Tanjiro was having a silent fight with Inosuke at this moment.

''You heard her. Three nice gentlemen. I think I need to talk with the school director about your attitude Mrs.'' He didn't let her say anything while walking back to the crowd.

The Witch turned your way and you shrugged while walking away.

♡

''Me and Zenitsu will be taking some time off, don't wait for us.'' You explained walking into the city.

Inosukes mask was distorted as if this message had inflicted damage on him. Tanjiro just smiled your way.

''Are you going on a romantic date?'' he asked.

Pure boy.

''Yeah.'' You and Zenitsu both answered at the same time. 

#anime #anime and manga #oneshots #demon slayer #hashimoto zenitsu #kny zenitsu #zenitsu x y/n #zenitsu fluff #kimetsu no yaiba

[trckstrgod]

being  a  deceptive  sorcerer,          loki’s  hands  just  may  be  the  most  significant  and  important  part  of  his  body     (  WINK  WINK  debatable  of  course.  )                    next  to  his  silvertongue  ability,          the  trickster’s  dexterity  is  a  big  portion  of  his  character  and  deserves  a  post  all  it’s  own.

DISCLAIMER::          the  following  meta  material  is  exclusively  catered  to  my  personal  characterization  of  loki  and  is  no  way  expected  to  be  accepted  by  everyone.          unsolicited  attacks  on  my  portrayal  will  not  be  published.           post  subject  to  be  updated.

BODY LANGUAGE

loki  generally  keeps  his  hands  near  his  center  at  all  times.                    whether  he’s  fiddling  with  them,          got  his  arms  crossed,          clasped  behind  his  back,          etc.                    sometimes  loki  will  talk  with  his  hands,          even  if  they  remain  at  his  sides.                    they’ll  open  and  close  and  his  fingers  will  curl  with  the  influxes  of  his  voice  in  conversation               depending  on  the  intensity  of  the  interaction.                    and  you  bet  that  when  he  gets  to  being  angry  you  can  see  the  outlines  of  the  veins  that  trail  over  his  knuckles  as  his  fingers  curl  and  clench.

I  hc  that  loki  is  naturally  ambidextrous  in  alot  of  activities,          but  not  all                  writing  is  something  that  he  really  only  does  well  right  handed.

Loki  always  swings  his  arms  when  he  walks,          especially  when  walking  fast.

and  how  could  we  forget,          his  love  for  taking  a  presentative  stance  with  his  arms  outstretched.                    expansive  arm  body  language  that  tends  to  demand  attention  from  those  around  him.                    a  habit  that  pairs  nicely  with  his  adoration  of  flare  and  panache.

when  angry  or  frustrated,          another  habit  of  loki’s  is  bringing  his  fist  down  on  a  flat  surface  in  varying  degrees.                    if  he’s  mildly  frustrated,          he  may  tap  his  fist  lightly  whilst  keeping  it  clenched.                    if  loki  is  seething,          he  may  bring  his  fist  down  and  smash  the  surface  entirely.                    situation  dependable. 

HANDWRITING

loki’s  handwriting  can  mostly  be  found  scrawled  across  journals  to  keep  track  of  various  notes  and  important  inscriptions,          but  his  handwriting  can  also  give  plenty  of  insight  to  his  personality  traits.

loki  dots  his  i’s  instead  of  using  open  circles,          which  eludes  to  a  tidy  personality  with  a  dislike  for  clutter.                    (   although if you saw his journals you’d think otherwise with how cluttered they are   )                    his  o’s  are  fully  closed  to  show  his  mentally  introverted  nature  and  he  almost  always  writes  in  cursive  unless  he’s  writing  for  others  to  read,          in  which  case  he  writes  in  slightly  messy  print.

loki’s  print  signature  is  always  larger  and  messy  whether  he’s  written  it  in  english  or  in  runes          (   which  loki  will  often  write  in  while  studying  seiðr  and  recording  spells.   )          and  his  favorite  writing  materials  usually  consist  of  inks  and  papyrus  type  papers.

loki  prefers  to  memorize  as  much  information  as  he  can.                    this  makes  the  info  available  to  him  at  all  times  instead  of  just  when  he  can  get  his  hands  on  his  books  and  writings.                    he  normally  writes  in  smaller  cleaner  letters  when  he’s  recording  information  for  later,          and  big  sloppy  letters  when  he’s  making  a  quick  note - to - self  or  signing  something.

as  a  child  loki  taught  himself  to  write  words  backwards  and  mirrored  out  of  boredom  so  he  can  do  so  almost  effortlessly. 

BATTLE  &  TRAINING

loki  is  trained  with  a variety  of  weapons  including  swords,          daggers,          spears,          tomahawks,          bow  and  arrows,          lances,          and  magic  of  course.                    his  favorites  are  swords  and  daggers  because  he  feels  as  though  they  give  him  the  most  control  as  extensions  to  his  arms.                    although  he  finds  staffs  and  spears  fun  because  he  likes  to  expertly  twirl  them  like  an  extra  bitch.

archery  is  something  he  takes  a  lot  of  pride  in  but  he  uses  it  as  more  of  a  meditation  activity  than  he  does  in  battle.                    the  combination  of  focused  aim  and  evened  breathing  gives  loki  a  pleasant  sensation  of  harmony  and  control.

most  of  his  personal  weapons  are  hand  sharpened  and  shined.                    when  he  stays  in  the  ásgarðrian  palaces  he  doesn’t  mind  for  staff  to  clean  them,          but  he  always  prefers  to  do  the  sharpening  himself.

loki  is  very  particular  about   the  hilts  of  his  weapons,          especially  his  swords  and  daggers.                    the  grips  have  to  be  textured  or  rippled,          normally  made  of  leather  or  something  that  overtime  can  wear  down  and  form  comfortably  to  his  favorite  hand  positions.

TATTOOS

I’ve  always  gone  back  and  forth  with  whether  or  not  loki  would  get  tattoos  on  his  hands  and  fingers.                    it  seems  a  very  in - character  thing  for  him,          especially  in  the  case  of  the  tattoos  potentially  linking  to  his  seiðr  in  the  form  of  sigils  and  runes.                    but  this  is  a  headcanon  I’ve  yet  to  flesh  out  since  i’m  not  entirely  sold  on  a  design  he  would  choose.                    perhaps  that’s  a  future  meta  art  project.

JÖTUNN  SKIN

it’s  no  surprise  that  loki  has  a  difficult  relationship  with  his  jötunn  form.                    this  is  especially  true  with  his  hands.                    without  a  mirror,          they’re  the  main  visible  part  of  his  body  he  has  to  be  faced  with.                    in  the  form  of  the  jötnar,          his  skin  takes  on  a  darker  grey  hue  and  his  nailbeds  shift  nearly  black.                    rune  -  like  markings  that  look  nearly  embedded  in  the  skin  like  scars  appear  in  patterns  that  align  nearly  with  his  bones  and  knuckles.                    if  loki  has  any  inclination  that  his  jötunn  skin  may  reveal  itself,          he  normally  adorns  gloves.

MAGICK

working  with  seiðr  is  like  working  with  invisible  netting  that  blankets  over  everything.                    it  can  be  manipulated  and  molded  through  spellwork  which  loki  has  spent  his  lifetime  trying  to  master.                    but  everyone  has  a  unique  relationship  with  magick  that  includes  their  own  personal  methods  of  conjuration.                    for  loki,          it  was  easiest  to  learn  to  manipulate  the  seiðr  by  learning  hand  motions  and  gestures  to  command  it.

spells  that  require  alot  of  strength  to  them  normally  are  performed  with  closed  fisted  swooping  gestures,          while  spells  requiring  precision  are  conducted  with  open  fingers  and  wrist  flicks.                    most  of  his  illusion  and  mental  magic  can  be  done  with  minimal  movement  at  all.                    giving  him  the  opportunity  to  do  so  undetected  at  times,          which  aids  with  his  deceit.

illusion  magick  is  a  favorite  of  loki’s  and  when  he’s  bored  he’s  likely  to  start  making  little  illusionary  shapes  or  creatures  in  the  air  between  his  palms.

TECHNOLOGY

our  favorite  trickster  adapts  easily  to  technology.                    with  just  a  few  minutes  to  work  with,          loki  can  figure  out  basic  functionality  pretty  quickly  with  almost  any  piece  of    technology  or  device.                    because  of  this  loki  has  developed  a  general  skill  in  piloting  and  navigating  vehicles  of  different  worlds  and  easily  adapting  to  devices  that  very  from  medieval  mechanics  to  modern  modules. 

in  human  based  verses  loki  is  very  attached  to  his  smartphone  and  uses  it  to  navigate  almost  everything  in  his  life.                    he’s  most  definitely  a  primarily  one  -  handed  texter.

NSFW

some  would  say  I  saved  the  best  for  last,          as  loki’s  hands  are  a  huge  part  of  his  sexual  tendencies.                    (   obviously  this  part  is  NSFW  so  read  at  you’re  own  risk:   )

so  loki  is veeeeeeery  big  on  touch  in  the  bedroom.                    his  hands  are  going  to  be  everywhere.                    he’s  the  type  to  get  chastised  in  strip  clubs  for  having  to  be  reminded  not  to  touch.                    thighs  and  shoulders  are  normally  his  first  targets  before  exploring  further,          ranging  from  feather  light  strokes  to  firm  desperate  gripping  squeezes.

his  hands  love  to  tangle  into  and  pull  hair     ---     long  or  short  doesn’t  matter  as  long  as  he  can  grip  it.

the  unfortunate  thing  about  his  hands  in  the  bedroom  would  be  that  he  only  has  two.                    but  the  trickster  easily  makes  up  for  that  by  substituting  the  force  of  his  seiðr  if  his  hands  are  already  full  or  busy.          (    a  post  on  magick  in  the  bedroom  is  likely  overdue  as  well.   )                    if  things  need  readjusting,          repositioning,          etc,          you  can  expect   loki  to  not  dare  wasting  a  second.                    if  it’s  something  he  can  do  with  telekinesis  then  why  would  he  cease  the  pleasure  for  it ?  

sometimes  throughout  a  session  loki  will  just  let  his  hands  trace  out  the  entire  form  of  his  partner’s  body.

loki  adores  the  act  of  wrists  being  pinned  against  the  sheets,          giving  or  receiving  end.                    especially  above  the  head.                    along  with  this  pairs  his  liking  for  bondage  related  activities  too.

  finger  sucking  is  definitely  a  not  so  guilty  pleasure  of  lokis. 

thank  you  for  taking  the  time  to  read  my  meta  content.                    for  more  meta  keep  checking  the  wayfind  tab  on  my  theme.

#ooc | ♔ | each day is a new chance to fuck everything up. #meta | ♔ | he is a true disgrace of all the gods and men. #( content subject to be updated in the future )

[sentofight]

"Do you ever get scared?" said where they sit at the back of the airship, away from the commotion at the front. Exhaustion in his eyes, blood staining his clothes (not his own, rarely his own) and fingers still curled into fists even though he had already handed the name tags to his commander. What good did forgetting do when he couldn't forget the moments where his magic stopped working. "Ah", there's a sudden life in his gaze once Hinata realizes his own words. "Sorry, I… That was out of line, you—you don't have to answer that." (FOR KING MWAH MWAH MWAH idk what setting but i like airship ones so i am yoloing

unprompted <3 i love u so much sobs... | @lunarcry

Another day, another battle won. This means Mother will be proud of them, right? With this victory they have secured a safe route between the magic academy and another further point in Concordia’s region. This way they can operate on a larger scale in a couple of days--or so he assume because it only makes sense that they keep pushing now that they have some kind of upper hand in the region.

King could not care less which course of action they would take; to go out immediately to fight the Concordians or stay for reinforcement, they are going to fight in the end.  

The marksman helped move some supplies back inside the aircraft and then moved away to settle down for some rest. He could hear some whispers that how ... ‘used’ he look to all of this. Mhm ... they are not wrong but at the same time, he is not used to this. One of the things he vaguely seem to recall that ... he should not get used to this (wonder when and who told him this..)

Moving in and about to help around until it was time to take off in which he sat in the designated area with other cadets. Usually. class zero exclusively board on an aircraft on their own due to how secretive some of their missions. However, since this is the return to home aircraft, sharing it with other cadets would not pose a problem. 

The older cadet took notice of the young man beside him. He had seen him plenty of times already. Name: Hinata. Class: Fourth. Specialized in healing. Some more information rolled like an end credit scene in the marksman’s mind. Perhaps, another habit he had picked on without knowing--remembering some finer details about the people around him. One of the details that the young man is not actually fond of fighting per se. So, his statement did not raise any suspicion out of the older cadet. Humans feel fear; so it is obvious to question things.

Eyes narrowed down momentarily at the younger cadet. King had already crossed his arms when he sat down and leaned on the wall behind him to take a quick snooze when Hinata talked to him. He leaned back in a bit more to fix his posture, eyes closed in thoughts before replying. “ ... sometimes,” (anyone would fear missing up their mission) a brief pause, then he added, “We all want to come back alive and victorious. Fear is a normal thing. Without fear people will not have passion to fight what they want to protect.” to be honest, it is a heavy topic, especially in a situation like this. He opened his eyes a little bit to gaze at the cadets around him--bloodied, traumatized, and tired ... 

“Though ... there are more than fear which move a human to fight,” like loyalty ...love ... which what move a young man like King to fight; what moves Class Zero in particular to fight. Their love and loyalty to their mother make them fight day and night for her. Perhaps it is something that others cannot understand but they never asked for their understanding. 

“You don’t have to feel sorry for asking questions. Knowledge is power after all.”

#IN CHARACTER.| K I N G #lunarcry #lunarcry (hinata.) #[[WEEEPS ON YOUR SHOULDER...........BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #[THAT HIT ME IN THE KOKORO....OUCHIE..... #[hinata not knowing king at first (fear) / hinata knowing king a little bit (extra fear cuz this guy is sus) #[also hinata if he knew king was in BOPs ....my dude u need therapy. #[everyone need therapy whartkesfuckckckckckccccc

[menalez]

Former brief RC follower.

Ok I'm bi and follow some bi women blogs and I made an anon post about being febfem and using the term to seek out SSA leaning bi women spaces.

Comments on it were supportive, until RC made a huge rant about how I'm biphobic and their usual grandiose labels placed on me.

I use to like some of their takes until their insane antifebfem crusade. RC placed all her talking points and proof about how badly I'm thinking cause I prefer to use febfem to find bi women spaces that are SSA leaning.

None applied to me cause I was never a radblr regular, never a TRA and I found febfems from another website. Literally all I could do is shake my head. RC sounded kinda....crazy? I dunno if that's the right word, it's like RC feels like they are the voice of bisexuality and everyone is wrong and thinks RC is right. It was alot of accusations over a random quick and poorly worded confession that I needed to express and to see RC long assumptions and accusations over my anon post that was incorrect cause lol. I'm not neck deep in wlw discourses. I know the jist of it. I just can't be bothered putting energy in it.

It's funny, I saw the post a few months later in passing cause Im usually having fun conversations and hangouts with online and irl SSA leaning bi women and even some sweet and kind lesbians and using febfem to continue to find and to be apart of SSA-leaning bi women communities we are creating.

It has been freeing for me to not seep in these toxic Tumblr spaces for long and just surround myself with women who agree and support me. The bisexual "community" is too diverse to make a unified "community" and I'm satisfied using febfem as the gateway to find the communities suited for me and bi women like me.

I know it's over said ..but touch grass. Seriously. I love the internet since dialup days but I use it just like back then, to find ppl and connect IRL. In person. Not to get sucked in to echo chambers and radfem/gender critical spaces can be just a echo chamber as any other. I just don't have the mental capacity to waste time fighting online who is the "best bi", when I rather Google a new place irl to visit like a park or museum, meet friends, go dancing, see the ocean, travel!

Life is too short. Nonstop discourse is exhausting and not worth the energy tbqh. Find your tribe using the internet, but get out there and see the world and enjoy life.💗💜💙

The bisexual "community" is too diverse to make a unified "community" and I'm satisfied using febfem as the gateway to find the communities suited for me and bi women like me.

this is so true tho like SO many of my bi friends have expressed this to me too and like 2 weeks ago i met up with one of my radfem friends in germany and she said this EXACT same thing & it’s such a good reason as to why labels like “febfem” which usually will either include 50/50 or SSA leaning bi women is helpful for many bi women. there’s nothing wrong with there being subgroups for specific types of bi people and ALSO a larger bi community. there’s no reason why both can’t exist? and such subgroups existing is helpful to the many bi women who almost exclusively like women but have a few men here and there that they’ve been into (sometimes even only one or two men in their entire lives) because up until now many have demanded the use of terms like lesbian despite knowing they have been / can be into the opposite sex.

as for rantingcrocodile… that’s what she’s like unfortunately. she seems super frustrated with her life or something, and instead of dealing with it she likes to take it out on random bisexual women and most of all, she likes to lash out at lesbians. i will never forget how i literally wrote ONE sentence mocking her for lashing out at someone and she wrote literally an essay’s worth (it was sth like 8 paragraphs? which sorry lol im not gonna read that esp cause she’s perpetually condescending). and then she blocked me, claimed im a coward who blocked her & saying she doesn’t wanna interact with me anyways bc im an antisemite e-scammer or sth, and when i told her that’s not true she tried to manipulate mansplain gaslight girlboss ??? so i was like lol ok im not dealing w this woman. and it’s at least nice to see it wasn’t me at all and she’s just a freak like that with EVERYONE including the bi women she loves to pretend she’s a champion of.

this is what happens when you give yourself such an ego by letting a couple hundred of tumblr followers and homophobic bi ppl praising u get to ur head i guess. good on u for living ur real life and enjoying life making a community of similar bi women instead of dealing w that nonsense, anon! ❤️

[seullieverse]

we fall in love every weekend and swear it's forever

It’s a once-a-year-every-year summer-esque relationship they have going on. Taeyeon knows close to nothing about Sunny—she’s pretty sure, though, that Sunny knows more about her than she shows. They always cross paths at the week-long festivities at the small coastal city, being it completely accidental

(It’s the second time Sunny’s ever been to the festival at this city, Taeyeon’s glad she’s able to spot her in the middle of the crowd. She has an awfully improvised, falling apart mermaid costume; her face, shoulders and belly: all fully bare and full of silver and blue glitter, blue cellophane envelops her legs—Taeyeon knows everything will fall apart within minutes as she dances in the middle of the street, Sunny also knows this, she’s wearing a bikini top and shorts to prevent further problems.

Taeyeon lets the crowd lead and take her to Sunny. They fall into place, bodies glued and dancing together, too close than normal and without sharing a word, save for the lyrics being screamed from the top of their lungs. It’s all it takes before they fall again into their strange weekend-only once-a-year relationship where they exclusively kiss each other and spend their time together in Taeyeon’s small apartment and sharing her bed before going back to the street party and live shows.

However, every time Taeyeon sees Sunny so free in the crowd, dancing and singing with a cold beer in hand and sweat falling from her neck, she can’t help but wonder who she truly is outside of this context—Sunny’s day-to-day life, if she works or studies, works and studies—and every time Taeyeon forgets to ever ask about private lives, too busy enjoying the moment and each other.

By the last day, when Sunny enters the transfer bus to go back to her city, Taeyeon feels empty as she walks alongside the shore, regretting everything she couldn’t find it in herself to ask—phone number, social media accounts, if she likes her back—, only hoping to see her the next year.),

or programmed beforehand

(“Next year,” Sunny says, laughing a tad bit too drunk to remember even the next day. Pink-glittered body glowing under the moon and streetlamps at two in the morning, music still bumming behind them at the main square. It’s their last night together, walking side-by-side back to Taeyeon’s place, “let’s meet at the bar we first met. But only at the third day.”

Taeyeon can only laugh at Sunny’s slurring, she stopped doubting Sunny’s memory not long ago—after they met by chance at the fourth day and, in a drunken haze, saying she waited for her for two hours. She laughs bitterly now, meeting on third day means having their fun before the annual pretend relationship for two days.

It always reminds Taeyeon they’re strangers.

“Are you sure about it?” Taeyeon’s less inebriated, sober enough to not slur her words, drunk enough to talk without thinking, “You can always come before the carnival begins and we can spend time together.”

Sunny falls to her knees from laughing, holding her stomach as she tries to grasp the new idea, “But what’s the fun in it? We should enjoy the carnival as much as we can!”

They’re too drunk to properly think about it, Taeyeon only laughs, “You’re right, let’s just enjoy the moment,” they might forget about this night tomorrow, or at least pretend they never had, “How long has it been since we met?”

“Five years?” Sunny says as she opens her hostel’s door, they share a quick peck, “Or four, I don’t know.”

They wave goodbye and Taeyeon goes back to her small apartment alone.).

It’s always the same situation sooner or later: Sitting at the beach together, sharing a moment before going back to their respective lives and forget about this relationship. Their cosplays are falling apart around them, white feathers are missing from Taeyeon’s costume and sprinkled all over Sunny’s shoulders and stomach, sitting side by side on the sand.

They’re tiring faster, drinking less than what they used some years ago, it means more time being just the two of them without screams around. Taeyeon’s looking at the waves softly coming to the sand, all the sweat and glitter making them shine strangely. Sunny thinks about taking the feathers off her, but her arms hurt too much to make any effort.

“You’re not from here.”

Sunny’s brows furrow, “You already know that.”

“No, I mean,” Taeyeon stumbles, “where are you from? The big city?”

“Yeah,” Sunny answers, Taeyeon feels Sunny’s stare on her, she wonders if they’re going to kiss now, “why, though?”

They won’t, Sunny’s already on edge.

“I don’t know, curiosity,” Taeyeon pretends nonchalance, “you live in the capital, then?”

Sunny’s just confused now, “How do you know?”

Taeyeon draws shapes on the sand with her fingers, “You don’t know how to walk in the sand, it’s funny to watch you run.”

“Is it that obvious?” Sunny laughs along.

“A lot, actually!” Taeyeon raises from her place and dusts herself, “I’m tired, we should head back and sleep. I’ll have work tomorrow.”

Sunny accepts Taeyeon’s hand, and they organize their stuff to walk together, Taeyeon to her apartment, Sunny to her hostel. it’s close to each other, but Taeyeon makes the effort of walking three more blocks just for the company.

Taeyeon takes a deep breath as they near Sunny’s stop, “Don’t you think it’s time we share phone numbers?”

“If we meet tomorrow, we can,” Sunny turns to her, lazy smile on her face, “I’m not with my phone now. You know where I’ll be.”

“You’re not gonna invite me in?” Taeyeon jokes a little desperate—she knows, if they don’t sort whatever they have by now, Taeyeon will not be able to reach Sunny after her work, and another year will pass and they’ll only meet next March, and it’ll stay the same as the past years, “Don’t you wanna spend the last night together at least once?”

Sunny smiles sweetly. She looks down at the sidewalk, understanding everything that Taeyeon wants, “Do you really wanna have a long-distance relationship? I like how it is, a carnival fling.”

“But what if we want to take it somewhere else?”

Sunny gives her a sad smile, “This is just a carnival thing, we don’t need to make it something big, we enjoy each other every year and stay like this.”

“It ends here, then?” Taeyeon doesn’t know what she expected, she feels a void in her stomach, but there’s nothing of the raw feelings that tear her up from inside.

“You know that if I ever find someone, I’ll stop showing up.”

“Okay,” Taeyeon’s voice is strangely small, “it ends here, then.”

this is an old fanfic i wrote once, loosely based on Jão's song amor pirata

#dandyu #sunyeon #brazilian carnival themed #snsd fic #mentions of alcohol #my writing

[lipsyncforyourlife]

Alyssa Hunter's Pitch For Drag Race Puerto Rico + "Glamazon Prime" Recap (Issue #6)

The RuPaul's Drag Race Official Newsletter

In this week’s newsletter, we unbox the “Glamazon Prime” design challenge, reflect on a fiery Untucked, and share an exclusive interview with Alyssa Hunter. Don’t forget to subscribe so you can stay tuned for all of the latest Drag Race updates!

Michelle Visage’s online shopping cart runneth over, giving the queens their fodder for Drag Race‘s latest unconventional design challenge, “Glamazon Prime.” More than just packing peanuts, it’s an episode that sees the queens pushing themselves to stand out in the competition, stirring up emotions (including the season’s most shout-filled Untucked yet) and giving one queen a much needed win. My name’s Cameron Scheetz, and I’m here to review that Glamazon return policy with you. Let’s dive in…

The Set-Up

After Jorgeous mopped the floor of the mainstage in the previous episode’s lip sync, the girls said goodbye to Orion, wiping away her short story of a mirror message. The conversations that followed nicely set up some of the key narratives of the week: Jorgeous is ready for redemption, Lady Camden is hungry for a win, and both DeJa and Daya are on edge, feeling like the judges haven’t been appreciating their drag. The mood is tense! Perhaps Kerri (who’s really become the MVP of the confessional soundbites) summed it up best: “It’s not personal, it’s drag. And we are not here to lose. Period.”

Despite Kerri’s wise words, RuPaul decided to get quite personal and confide in the cast about Michelle’s Glambien-induced compulsive shopping (all the queens deserved an acting Mini Challenge win for their dramatic reactions). In came the Pit Crew with dolly after dolly of Glamazon boxes containing Michelle’s unwanted orders: Umbrellas, highlighters, kiddie pools, cookie cutters, curtains, a sex doll, and so much more. As Ru explained, these were the materials the girls would be required to use for the week’s design maxi challenge! Without a specific theme or directives, the queens were left to let their imaginations run wild—and run they did, as they all dashed to unpack Michelle’s junk.

With no Mini Challenge, the episode gave us plenty of time to gawk at the creative process, some queens working toward a specific vision and other queens assembling the materials they liked in hopes that a vision would come to them. No one dared speak the word “baby” around Daya, who laid claim to a babydoll silhouette as part of her effort to stop competing in RuPaul’s Best Friends Race and fight for that crown. And Carson and Ru’s Walk Throughs proved fruitful, allowing the girls to amend their design plans, but also ask what they can be doing to stand out more on the runway (in Lady Camden’s case, it’s as simple as bigger lips!). Later on, Jorgeous scrapped her difficult fabric and was back at square one, forced to pick through Angeria’s leftovers to whip up something quick.

The Looks

Category is: Glamazon Primetime! These unconventional materials design challenges are a personal favorite of mine, dating all the way back to Project Runway’s premiere when contestants were tasked with delivering runway glam using only what they could find in a supermarket. Let’s take a look back at how the queens fared, singing the praises of some of our favorite details from each:

Immediately the bar was set sky high by Lady Camden’s angelic look. The wings gave it the wow factor, but the way she laid those strips of kiddie pool to create a bodice with real movement… Brilliance! That eye for detail is really going to take her far.

Jasmine Kennedie was really feeling her Samantha Jones fantasy, looking bangin’ in her Sex And The City 2 resort wear that once again proved she’s got the best breastplate in the competition.

It’s time to raise the curtain on Daya Betty’s Muppet Show! The queen really flexed her craftwork skills this week, taking inspiration from a goofy hand puppet to create a polished, well-edited look that would make Miss Piggy jealous.

In her dress of many colors, Maddy Morphosis was the clown queen of the rodeo with a hunky man by her side. I’ve got to applaud her use of scrunchies here, which she used to create a floral illusion for her gown and Daddy’s corsage.

Miss Willow Pill had arms for days in this inventive, fashion-forward boogeyman look. It might be nightmare fuel for kids, but the piece looked like a dream on the runway.

Up until this point, we’ve mostly seen Bosco in warm colors or black-and-white, which made her cool blue pop-punk look stand out even more. And, really, I can’t get over those culottes—I’ll never look at a rain tarp the same way again.

As DeJa Skye told us in last week’s Serve-ey interview, she loves color-blocking, and the queen pulled it off beautifully in this Grecian, two-tone dress. She really knows how to bring a garment together.

It’s the shoulder fans for me! Angeria Paris VanMicheals looked expensive in a black peplum dress, putting a sexy, modern spin on a silhouette that’s decidedly ‘80s.

If there’s one thing Jorgeous is going to do, it’s stomp the hell out of a runway. The shocker here is that the queen was able to turn around such a cohesive look in such a short amount of time, cookie cutter’d to the gods!

While Kerri Colby could’ve walked out in a cardboard Glamazon box and looked incredible, she served body in this asymmetrical piece that combined woven fabric with beads and umbrellas that perfectly complemented her ombré blue hair.

The Critiques

As the safe queens headed backstage, we were left with Lady Camden, Jasmine, Maddy, DeJa, Angeria, and Jorgeous, who, regardless of outcome, should count themselves lucky because they got to spend some more quality time with guest judge Taraji P. Henson (The P stands for “Pay Them Bitches No Mind”). Lady’s a clear standout with her structural stunner—with extra credit for the bigger lip!—while the judges drool over Angeria’s luxurious look (truly the track record to beat this season) and hand Jorgeous the win, to everyone’s surprise. Even Jorgeous looked shocked! DeJa’s gold accessorizing weighed her down despite high marks for her garment, leaving Jasmine and Maddy as the week’s bottom two, neither fully able to translate their Glamazon dreams to the runway.

Which brings us to the Lip Sync For Your Life! In a rare move, the show flashed ahead to Untucked, teasing that some backstage drama has lit a fire under both queens. And I’m so glad it did, because they needed to bring it for “Suga Mama” and do right by newly minted Oscar nominee Beyoncé (we’ve had Destiny’s Child lip syncs before, but it’s important to note that this is the first time Drag Race has used a Beyoncé song—pretty major!). Maddy’s approach leaned more comedy and got stronger as the lip sync went along, but Jasmine was at a 10 the whole way through, busting out every movie in the book and looking damn good while doing it.

With no gold bar to be found, Maddy Morphosis was asked to sashay away, thus ending the her(his?)toric run of Drag Race’s first-ever cis, straight male contestant. Honestly, she gagged us with some of those runways, and proved herself a real sweetie with her heart in the right place. I’m glad we got to know her! Maddy left her fellow queens with one final zinger on the way out: “I just want you to remember me by two simple words: It doesn’t matter which two as long as they’re simple.”

Burning Questions

Safe Words

How much “safe” can a girl take? More than any other season in recent memory, this cast has been taking safe placements quite hard. And I get it! While there’s relief in knowing you’ve lived to slay another day, the lack of anything from the judges can really leave your brain scrambling for answers—and that’s often where the Inner Saboteur can sneak in. We’re already seeing it get the best of Daya Betty who, push as she might, can’t seem to break through. But there’s also value in consistency and, in the long game of the season, that can count for just as much. Since her rocky premiere, Daya has yet to falter in a challenge, and I’d bet the judges have made a mental note of what a versatile queen she is.

Call Me Daddy

With their closest ally in the competition sent packing, Daddy Morphosis is at an interesting crossroads in the season: Will they step it up to serve charisma, uniqueness, nerve, and talent, or is this where their performance really starts to… deflate? But, seriously, even though Maddy’s mustachioed runway prop might’ve distracted from the drag, everyone seemed to get a kick out of it, and I wouldn’t be surprised if the sex doll stuck around as something of a running joke, a la Dahlia Sin’s “fierce brocc-ally” in season 12. This likely isn’t the last you’ll see of Daddy!

Next Week: Emmy, Please!

Will the Television Academy bestow Ru & Co. with yet another trophy? Bosco thinks so, especially after next week’s group acting challenge, “The Daytona Wind,” which appears to challenge the queens to over-act in a campy, soapy send-up of Dynasty, a TV classic and one of Ru’s favorites. Also: Daya’s got some critiques for the judge’s critiques—as telegraphed by her face crack when Jorgeous was announced as the design challenge winner—and we are all blessed by the presence of guest judge Ts Madison on our screens. Hallelujah!

The Other Half Of The Story

You know the drill: If you’re not watching Untucked, well, you’re missing out, babe! Let’s shout out a few of the most notable moments form this week’s episode.

The Jasmine Vs. Maddy smackdown teased before the LSFYL was somehow even more heated than we imagined, and I loved every second of it. Voices were raised and shade was thrown, yet it never truly felt like these queens were going to rip each other’s throats out—it’s exactly why we tune into Untucked every week. Both girls were feeling con-fi-dent in their ability to smash the lip sync, and credit to them for refusing to back down. I think we all knew Jasmine had a flair for the dramatic (one of my favorite lines: “I’m not worried about you though, girl, because what you’re selling is not what I’m selling”), but Maddy’s performance here was the real gag, proving she does really have the nerve it takes to be a drag queen. Cue Lady Camden: “I love drag.”

But before the spat, the safe queens debriefed, sharing their confusion over who placed where (though they did seem certain Lady Camden was high). Daya could barely hide her frustration, focusing on the fact that queens who didn’t sew a stitch scored higher than her. Bosco’s reassurance? “If it gives you peace of mind, Jasmine is not in the top”

Speaking of Bosco, her reaction to the Jasmine/Maddy fight—legs over her head, wearing Daya’s big-eye glasses—is the stuff of Untucked legend. Just waiting to be gif’d.

Oh, Taraji! The Oscar and Emmy-nominated actress is a breath of fresh air any time she’s on screen, and that’s especially true of her time on Untucked. Breaking the tension in the room, the queens are rightfully overjoyed to see her (she looked stunning, as always), and she had some genuinely great advice: This whole thing is a learning experience—there will always be more drag shows—so you can’t let the competition get you down. Bring her back more often!

Maddy leaves the competition having learned more about herself, the art of drag, and what Maddy Morphosis means to her. To her fellow straights at home, Maddy says, “[Don’t] take life so seriously, be yourself, do you—just live your life.” ’Til next time, bro!

The Serve-ey w/ Alyssa Hunter

Each week, we’ll get to learn more about one of the queens of season 14 when they take our brief questionnaire, a.k.a. The Serve-ey. They’ll all get the same six questions, and then we’ll throw in one final “wildcard” question just for fun. This week: The definition of pageant material, it’s Puerto Rico’s own Alyssa Hunter!

1. In keeping with the season promo’s board game theme: What was your favorite game growing up and why?

I am a fan of the [Nintendo] Switch! And my favorite game is Mario Party because it’s very challenging, and there’s so many different kinds of challenges and games in it, and you can grab stars—I really enjoy that just like a little kid. And also I love Mario Kart. I’ve always been a big fan of Mario, like the Mario Bros. games, but also WrestleMania. You know, the wrestling, the fighting games are fun [because] the wrestlers are very big and very sexy. [Laughs.] So, I always played that as a little kid, but I always played it as the women—obviously, right? [In Mario Party] I always choose Princess Peach! She’s such a queen. I don’t know why I always did it as a kid, but now you can tell why. [Laughs.] But those are kind of my three favorite games of all time.

It’s funny what you said about Mario Party—with all of those different mini games and challenges, it’s almost like Drag Race!

Yeah! Well, they have the [Drag Race] board game already. And they have an app game, too, with cartoons of past seasons’ queens, like Valentina and Bianca Del Rio. So I think it’s going to be great if they do, like, “RuPaul’s Party Race.” [Laughs.]

2. How would you say the city you’re from helped define your drag?

I am very proud of where I come from, Puerto Rico. Because, when you go to Puerto Rico, you’ll see it’s a huge gay scene over there! Even though we are a little island on the map, there’s much going on over there—you can’t imagine! And, yeah, I think I [was able to] explore myself over there. Since I was 16 years old, when I started doing drag—thank you to the gay scene in Puerto Rico, and the love of the fans over there. With all the things that have happened to me since I started my career as an artist, Puerto Rico is my inspiration to be in drag. And I’m very proud to be part of this generation that comes from Puerto Rico, because we are really polished, very talented, and very versatile. So I just feel so proud. I always use Puerto Rico as my inspiration, definitely.

Right! Like in your Spring Has Sprung runway you shared on social media. That look is incredible.

Yeah, that costume actually was [inspired by] how I represented my island in the Miss Universe pageant. So, it was a huge deal to bring that to the main stage—well, I was just this close to bringing it to the main stage. But I broke the internet with the photos, so bye! [Laughs.] And that’s what matters.

And I’m sure we’ll continue to see amazing looks from you throughout the season, because you always bring it to the runway.

Even though I’m not in the competition and you won’t see me on the TV, you will see me like I’m competing! Because I’m going to post every single fierce look that I brought to the competition, every single Friday or Saturday. Because I spent the money, and I deserve to show the world my talent and my fiercest looks. So, you will see it all!

3. With this season’s candy bar twist, I’m curious: If you were a piece of candy, what kind would you be?

I think this is maybe dumb but I love Gummi Bears—they’re so good! They’re colorful and so tasty, so I definitely choose Gummi Bears.

And, fun fact: I am not diabetic, but I am hypoglycemic—you know, which means that I need sugar in my system. So always, before I start my show, I have my gummies backstage, and I take a few of them so I can have the energy that I need to perform. Yeah, in every single show, I brought my bag of gummies with me. So I literally enjoy that candy, but also for me it’s very helpful.

4. What can you tell us about your “confessional” interview look? How did you decide what to wear? What do you think it says about your style out of drag?

Oh, so mine is not a shirt, it’s a romper! It’s a romper that I wanted to show in the Werk Room as a boy because, you know, they show your entire body. I was supposed to wear this futuristic jacket for my confessionals that one of my friends made from Puerto Rico—oh, it’s the one that I used in my last episode, in the Werk Room when we are doing our scripts! It was neon green. But they have plastics [on the shoulders] and the reflecting wasn’t working [for the cameras,] so I needed to change the outfit. But I wanted to wear the romper in the Werk Room because it’s so sexy and I can show my legs! But they love the romper, and it has a great contrast with the background because it’s pink and the outfit is yellow. Oh, and it’s tropical and I’m from Puerto Rico!

Well, it looks great from what we can see on screen!

Yeah, that romper is from a designer who is one of my best friends from Puerto Rico. And I love it! I love it. I have a photo on my “boy account”—because I have two accounts: My artistic one and then my “trade account.” [Laughs.] So I have the photo with the entire outfit there.

5. What’s a fun fact you can share about one of your season 14 sisters that might surprise the fans?

Oh, this is great: So, Kornbread—obviously, it was a split premiere and Kornbread was in my premiere, we were the first ones to arrive. So that was the first episode, and then in the second episode, when we were going to do our runways, we were in the van that took us to the studio that morning, and Kornbread gave us these rocks. They’re kind of like lucky rocks, for good energy. And she brought a few of them, like in different colors, to the van, and she gave them to all of us. I remember that I choose a black one, and I still have it in my house. But they don’t show it on the camera because, as she said, “I don’t want to do it for the camera, I just want to do it because you are my sisters.” So, yeah, nobody knows about that yet—actually, I need to take a picture and put in on my story so the fans can know that! So, yeah, Kornbread is such a sweetheart.

6. Here’s a chance to shout out another drag performer, designer, hair & makeup artist, etc… who really helped inspire you or prepare you for your journey on Drag Race.

I’m a big fan of Miss Universe pageants, ever since I was a little kid. As you already know I told my story that my mom competed in the Miss Puerto Rico pageant in 1994, and I was born in ’95. So I used to play with my mom’s dresses and wear my mom’s heels. And I’ve watched the Miss Universe pageant since I was a little kid. And I think that was the biggest inspiration to do drag, and to be the artist that I am today. That glamour and that feeling that Miss Universe [contestants] have to compete—like, when they cry and all those things, I love it. And I love that all the Miss Universe candidates are very proud representatives of their countries. 

And the other thing that I watched is a lot of America’s Next Top Model. I love modeling and that’s why I’m a runway coach. Project Runway, America’s Next Top Model, and Miss Universe—when you combine those three things, it’s me. I love all that: Modeling, runway, the lights, being the diva of the night! [Laughs.]

What else can you tell me about the pageants your mom competed in?

In Puerto Rico, she competed in Toa Baja and she won, so she represented that state in the Miss Universe Puerto Rico [pageant]. She didn’t win the Miss Universe crown, but she was in the top 10. So I feel proud for my mommy! Yeah, she made it! And I have a gay father, so that’s the reason that I’m very—I don’t know, I was like born to do this because of my mom and my dad. You know, a gay father and a pageant queen mom, it’s, like, quite a coincidence. [Laughs.]

7. Wildcard: You’re one of so many amazing queens from Puerto Rico who have competed on Drag Race. Do you think Puerto Rico should have its own version of Drag Race one day?

Yes! Actually I was thinking about that! That [would] be great. Because there are so many talented people in Puerto Rico, but not all of them speak very fluent English like me. Even though the language is not an obstacle to achieve your dream—look at me, I made it to Drag Race, the first, original Drag Race, and that’s a huge deal! 

But, yeah, if we had the opportunity to do the show [in Puerto Rico], baby, I will be the RuPaul of the competition! [Laughs.] One of the challenges that I really want is to go to the beach and do a photo shoot there because Puerto Rico has the most beautiful beaches. Yeah, challenges like that, outside. And we have forests, so we could photo shoots that are very tropical. But, yeah, we could grab some of the best things for every franchise and make it work! We should definitely do it in the future because it would really help the gay Puerto Rican scene.

The Looks You Didn't See

It’s practically tradition that eliminated queens will take to social media to show off the stunning looks they didn’t use on the runway. Every week, we’ll reserve this space to shout out our favorite “unseen looks.“

Orion 🤥Pinocchi-hoe🤥 Story

@TheOrionStory

In honor of Glamazon Prime Week, I decided to challenge myself by creating an outfit entire out of things from the dollar store in one afternoon 😁💐🦋 📸: @racbripho https://t.co/pn6Ecw2alL

10:39 AM - 12 Feb 2022

You don’t really expect to see looks from eliminated queens on weeks when there’s a design challenge, but Orion Story surprised with this beautiful floral-forward garment she made out of materials from the dollar store. Who needs Glamazon when you can shop local and look this good?

Gagatrondra! It's The Tweets Of The Week

We wrap up every newsletter with a rundown of some of our favorite reaction tweets of the week, so use #DragRace and you may find yourself here!

Fin

@gofinurself

Willow: “I think I’m gonna go the baby doll route.” Daya: #DragRace https://t.co/h5ReDoBaq2

8:12 PM - 11 Feb 2022

⚡️ Seddera Side ⚡️

@sedderaside

Angeria Paris VanMicheals has the BEST track record by episode 6 in drag race HERstory! ✨ ICONIC! 💅 #DragRace @Angeriavm https://t.co/DcwWXb8gQO

2:57 AM - 12 Feb 2022

lucas

@lucasisbasic

the new face crack #DragRace https://t.co/2f6vRZvX6E

9:40 PM - 11 Feb 2022

live laugh lily

@omgheylily

taraji p henson listening to maddy and jasmine before entering the werk room #dragrace https://t.co/fL7ctdYz5R

9:52 PM - 11 Feb 2022

Want More?

“Goode” morning, campers! Miss Gigi Goode joins Monét X Change for this week’s The Pit Stop and the girls have a ball unpacking the Glamazon Primetime runway. Watch it here:

The Pit Stop S14 E06 | Monét X Change & Gigi Goode in Prime Time | RuPaul’s Drag Race

Maddy Morphosis is in the hot seat on a brand new Watcha Packin’ with Michelle Visage, and she’s got some really fantastic looks to show off, including a super fun crochet gown. Check it out below:

Whatcha Packin’ | S14 E06 | RuPaul’s Drag Race

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push & pull | kim doyoung

❀ slytherin!doyoung x hufflepuff!femreader ❀ genre - SLOW BURN, smut, fluff, a bit of humor (idk not rlly) ❀ details -  hogwarts!au, fwb to lovers?, y/n is a player lol, jealous doyoung, mutual pining, doyoung is a lil mean ❀ word count - 9.7k ❀ warnings - explicit language, possessiveness (a concept of marking), dom!doyoung, angry sex?, slight dirty talk, penetration, fingering, praise kink ❀ synopsis - in which a prideful slytherin and an oblivious hufflepuff play a clueless emotion game of tug of war.

❝I thought Hufflepuffs are to be loyal, so why do you sleep with other men?❞  

❝People say Slytherins are ambitious, so why didn’t you pursue me?❞ ❀ a/n - i changed the plot a little bit as i was writing lol but hopefully it still fits everything! i said this in the teaser, but i want to preface and say that the magic/marking is not canon to harry potter, and that the only thing im using are the sectional houses/subjects. besides that, everything is made up LMAO also pls b lenient with me, i read hogwarts!au but writing it is very out of my comfort zone and am very bad at creating anything magical 

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Kim Doyoung, the Slytherin boy of your dreams, mindlessly and imperfectly steals glances your way across the dining tables and under several hundred floating lit candles. He sits huddled with his few posh friends that wear the same green and silver tie situated so tightly underneath their necks. And you, just looking as dazzling as ever, with your yellow and black tie hanging loose and a few buttons undone from your dress shirt.

He hates how easily you catch his attention and his ability to spot your figure in a dense crowd. You barely even look his way in public now, often distracted by a broad Gryffindor that tries to make flirtatious advantages at you. And when he thinks it can’t get any worse, it does… as you’re flashing your bright beautiful smile back at him and the shift in your body language.

“You’re staring again.” Yuta flickers between his friend and the subject of his focus.

Doyoung clears his throat, smooths his tie and physically turns his body away from the horrendous scene. “It’s very hard not to stare when she’s flirting with other men in front of me.”

“Does she do it on purpose?” The silver haired boy raises a questionable eyebrow and Doyoung reacts before he can speak.

He perks up and narrows his eyes at Yuta. “Purpose? Like to make me jealous?” Doyoung scoffs, laughs almost at the ridiculous thought. “The answer is no. We’re not exclusive, we’re nothing.”

“If you two are nothing, then why are you acting like you two are something? Get a grip, it’s practically sickening watching you fume over a ditzy Hufflepuff.” As Yuta prepares to bite into his delicious soft bread roll, it flies out of his grip, down the long table and onto another person’s plate.

Both boys are quick to stand to their feet and face each other chest to chest. Neither one of them is intimidated by the other, but their other friends around them are rather shocked by the sudden discrepancy.

Doyoung forcibly brushes off an imaginary dust off his good friend’s shoulders and draws a perfectly strained fake smile, knowing that others may be watching and he is a Prefect after all. But most importantly, you could be watching. “Call her that again, and your dinner won’t be the only thing that’s thrown across the table.” His threat is loud enough solely for Yuta to hear.

Yuta, with glaring eyes, picks up his dinner tray and walks off with his chin held high and a brisk in his stride. Doyoung clears his throat in the midst of the brief silence and out of habit, fixes his tie back in place. He takes a seat back down and the chatter at the table resumes, but he’s beyond embarrassed and disappointed at his loss of temper that everything drowns out.

Almost everything. He feels a light tap on his shoulder and out of annoyance, he spins around hastily and sharply snarls, “what?” But his eyes land on your fearful wide eyes and the slight cower in your stance, knowing that you caught onto his bad mood. And he’s half in disbelief that you’re approaching him right in the center of the Great Hall, that you’re standing so beautiful a foot away from him.

Instant regret and guilt fills his chest, his sharp eyes soften at your pout and the concerned furrow in between your brows. Nonetheless, he doesn’t have any words to say… he can’t get himself to apologize for his behavior.

“Do you want to walk to Herbology with me?” The quiver in your voice made you seem so small, so desperate for him, that he can hear the reactions of his friends. They’re laughing, at him, at you, at the whole scene that’s unfolding. He feels mocked, being a laughing stock isn’t something he’s very fond of.

His lips form a tight line, and in a snarky tone, “you don’t know your own way, Puff? Mind you ask your own Prefect to guide you.” Fuck. He tried to find the nicest way possible to brush you off, but his friends laugh a bit louder and intensely. And you didn’t like that one bit.

Your lips part slightly in a frown, an eyebrow raised and a hand on your hip. You look as if you’re ready to attack him, to jinx him, to probably pinch at his skin. But he knows you, and you’d do none of the above. Instead, you say the one threat that causes his heart to sink into the pit of his stomach, “don’t talk to me in class.” You’re slipping away from him as you pick up your pace, exiting all the commotion in the Great Hall.

He tries to hide the disappointment that stems from his chest, and his heart beats with an inexplicable dull pain. All he can think about is the twist of your expression and he’s gathering his things rather quickly to follow after you, without even a bid goodbye to his clique.

Without any knowledge of what you two do behind closed doors and the complex history that you two share, one may view your relationship as practically nonexistent; you two are strangers, barely passing acquaintances. 

Doyoung does not approach you in the halls, in anywhere that necessarily has many witnesses. You smile at him, maybe even a wave depending on your mood, but no one questions it … as you wave at almost everyone who passes by you.

Classmates might see interaction during the one class you two share, if they pay attention close enough. However, you and Doyoung are much more to each other than passing acquaintances. Although he’s starting to see himself as another name on your list of individuals you sleep with, you are much more to him than you could ever know.

He’ll never forget the first time you two met. He was patrolling the halls for anyone lurking past curfew with his nose dug deep in his heavy book on magical creatures, when you walked right into him and caused the both of you to fall to the granite.

He was beyond ready to dock off points for whoever the rule breaker may be, but you took his breath away when you hovered above him and clasped your palm over his mouth before he can scold anyone. You looked a bit frazzled as your hair was all over the place and he noticed your minimal amount of clothing in the middle of a cold winter night.

He saw the signature Hufflepuff badge on your thin sweater and the sound of your voice completely threw him off his tracks.

“I’m so sorry.” You whisper at the stunned Prefect underneath you, whose body feels warm against your own. But your eyes remain frantically on the lookout for anyone else passing, despite the lack of light in the cobblestone hallway. You most definitely do not belong in this wing of the castle and knocking down a Prefect caused more of a problem in your escape route.

Quickly standing up, you lend your hand out for him to take. His long fingers accept your hold as he pulls himself up and dusts the dirt off his robe. His green emblem glows in the dim light and you’re internally screaming at the mess you just made for yourself. But you recognize his features: the sharpness in his eyes, the small curves of the corners of his lips, his neatly parted black hair.

“You’re in some deep---”

“---Kim Doyoung.” The boy freezes at the sound of his name and he blinks at you, curious as to where you know of him. Being a Prefect has its small perks of popularity, but he didn’t expect for it to go this far. “Y/N, we had brooms together.”

As he repeats your name and examines your pretty features, a light bulb goes off in his head. “The clumsy Hufflepuff that fell off her broom in the highest altitude?”

“If that’s how you remember me by.” You smile proudly, and he scoffs at how someone could possibly hold pride in something so silly. “It’s nice to see you around, you’re a Prefect! Wow! That’s incredible.”

“And you’re still as clumsy as you were a year ago. Falling all over the place.”

“Unfortunately, some things don’t change! But you certainly have.” Doyoung looks at you with hooded eyes and a cautious gaze, but you’re so outlandishly bold despite swaying with your hands behind your back. “Please, don’t take that the wrong way. I meant it as a compliment! I used to have a tiny crush on you, baseless, but you helped me catch my broomstick and I’ll never be able to forget that.”

Doyoung, unknowingly, lights up at your shameless confession and takes another good look at you. You're much more mature now, and if he stared into your alluring gaze any longer, he’d be completely mesmerized without the need of a love potion. “So you liked me over a meaningless chivalrous act?”

“I liked you because you were charming and yes, perhaps I am someone who finds attractiveness in men who are chivalrous. There’s nothing wrong with that.” You bat your sweet eyelashes at him so endearingly, and he’s a blushing mess all over the place.

Doyoung has had anonymous love letters passed on from his friends, but they were all Slytherins who yearned greedily to be associated with his status. So knowing that a Hufflepuff, with an innocent youthful approach to love, festered some form of infatuation with him does flatter him quite well. “I’ll let you go.”

You’re about to exhale an exasperated sigh of relief until Doyoung continues, “under one condition.”

“Okay, I’ll do anything.” Your gleaming eyes sparkle like stars paired with the night sky.

He rolls his eyes at you, “don’t be so quick to jump at conditions without hearing them first.” Doyoung groans and you passively brush off his comment.

“If it’s harmless, I’ll do it.”

And in the dead of the night, where only you two stand in the middle of an empty cobblestone hallway, Doyoung requests, “I want to see you again.”

Although that night marked the beginning of your friendship, public interactions were still scarce and this was mainly on the fault of Doyoung. The times you met were late nights past curfew where he was stationed at and he grew to enjoy your wondrous personality. This boy grew up in a Slytherin bubble his whole life, no one outside of his house ever dared approached him … at least, not with the warmest smile as yours.

You were everything he was not, but he liked it so much. You were a half that completed his whole, and there were growing pains he couldn’t confide in anyone else. Surprisingly, you knew his imperfections more than he did himself and yet, you still wanted to be around him to encourage him. Not to mention, you had a sudden growth in other parts of your body and formed into your features very beautifully.

He wasn’t the only one who noticed, as there were more male counterparts who smiled at you, talked about you, fawned over you. And he felt something heighten inside of him along with his existing romantic feelings, and that he began seeing you in a new light.

With you experiencing new things, like hand holding and being showered by love letters on Valentine’s Day, it was wrong of him to fester such envy over the ones who publicly adorned you. He was so blinded by his hot headed rage that he completely missed the fact that you never accepted anyone who confessed, maybe the hand holding, but everyone else was a complete rejection.

All this time, you had been waiting for him and when you two shared your first kiss together, you had an assumption that Doyoung was going to finally confess that he felt the same way. But he never did. You two did, however, further your relationship into something more intimate and taking each other’s virginities opened a whole pathway of possibilities --- none being one where you two end up officially together.

He was the first to sleep with someone else, that was his first of many mistakes that he was going to make in his relationship with you. It also became the drop of the needle for you to start seeing other people as well, to explore what Doyoung couldn’t offer, to rid yourself of the feelings you had for a boy that didn’t seem like he wanted anything more.

Chivalry was dead and Doyoung believed that the innocent youthful Hufflepuff love had disappeared from within you.

As his present day runs after you, you’re abruptly stopped by a Ravenclaw for a small chat. Damn you Hufflepuffs for being friendly and social. So, he rushes past the two of you and into the classroom to await for your arrival. The quick shade of green flashes by your side and you’re fuming incredibly at how Doyoung continues to play you like a harp.

When you slide into your assigned seat next to him, he goes off like a canon. Doyoung starts spewing backhanded excuses and endless shameless rambles about his behavior. “I told you. Don’t talk to me during class or I will jinx you. Won’t be able to talk with your tongue stuck to the roof of your mouth.”

“You’re not going to jinx me.” With a subtle flick of his wrist, your chair is pulled closer to his. “And if you were to do so, you wouldn’t do something so cynical.” Yelping at the abrupt usage of his magic, you’re irritably pressing your ink into your journal with a newfound annoyance.

“You’re right. I’d turn you into a duck, so at least, you’re still cute to look at.” The mindless scribbles on the paper make no sense in your head, as you’re primarily zoned in on the disrupted energy you have about your Slytherin companion. These ill feelings make you almost sick, wanting to shut out any bad replay of the moments before and forgetting about the attention you seek so much from Doyoung.

“For you to successfully cast a jinx on me, you must make eye contact first.” His finger lifts your chin and you’re eye to eye with his lustful dark stare. Doyoung licks his lips, a shine shimmers from his saliva, and he’s tempted to bring you into his chambers for an intimacy he’s been craving. “My, oh my. You’re looking very charmed today.” A grin curves up and taunts you, and you’re blinking away down at the table.

“Doyoung, we’re in class. Please, focus.” Your desperate whisper turns into a whine once his cold hand slyly smooths over your bare knee.

“Are you free later tonight?” Doyoung peers over at your side profile and your skin feels soft at his fingertips. He’s imagining your intoxicating scent mixing with his sheets, your light playful kisses along his neck, and gripping onto every naked part of you. For a whole minute, he’s forgotten that he’s in class with other no name individuals and a boring professor. He has tunnel vision whenever he’s with you.

“I have an arrangement.” The grip on your knee tightens at your quiet answer. An arrangement.

“The Gryffindor who had leafy greens in between his teeth?” Doyoung treads lightly, because you’re both well aware he’s made harsher insults than that. He retrieves his hand and picks up his pen as if he’s never touched you.

He sees your head shake out of the corner of his eye, you’re rolling your lips together sheepishly. There’s something odd about your stance and he’s growing a bit more curious…. A bit more spiteful at how closed off you are being. There’s something you’re hiding from him. “Then, who?”

“Is there something you’d like to discuss with the class, Mr. Kim? If not, I’d like for everyone to head over to the greenhouse.” As the class slightly snickers and the classroom empties, you and Doyoung are stopped by your professor.

Professor Sprout, wearing her worn out Dragon hide gloves and a thin lined smile, shoves a potted plant into Doyoung’s hands, “behave, you two. Your conversations are never very secret when spoken aloud.” She gives both of you a warning before proceeding out along with the rest of the class.

Doyoung scoffs at the absurd encounter and rolls his eyes. “Ah, you’re getting me in trouble with you now.”

“I’m sorry, Doyoung. It’s better that you don’t know.” You say this every time, when will you realize that keeping your hookups a secret only causes him more agony? He catches your wrist as you both exit the corridors, he barely ever has you alone now. And to say the least, he fucking misses you.

“Spare me some of your time after class.” He’s disgusted by himself, knowing that his eyes are begging for you to say yes. Him, a highly admired Slytherin, has settled for scraps and if anyone knew, they’d never let him live.

Your hand gently clasps over his and when you look up with your starry eyes, something inside him feels at peace. “Did you miss me?” He gulps at your question and blinks at you like a deer in headlights. If said by anyone else, he would not hesitate to snap his fingers into a malicious spell. But you ask the million dollar question so sweetly, there’s no taunt… there’s no mockery in your tone. It’s full of genuine curiosity.

So, he answers you with part of his heart that you know too well. “Unfortunately.” His body falls slightly in defeat, and suddenly the potted plant is alive in his hands. It’s wailing a dangerous and annoying loud cry, completely ruining the moment.

Doyoung quizzically ponders the monstrous green plant and its magical capabilities puzzle him, possibly reminding him to pay more attention to the actual curriculum than on your unbuttoned shirt.

Moreover, your giggle surprisingly calms him in this stressful situation and you lightly pat his hand that’s still gripping your wrist. “I’m all yours after class.” 

Taking the wretched plant, you hurry off toward the greenhouse to find someone to diffuse the crying creature. Doyoung laughs in disbelief at your comical animated figure running around with a pot over your head and shouting for any student to help you. So you’re not paying attention in class either?

Doyoung takes you to your favorite place, despite the rule that you’re not allowed access to it. The Prefect Bathroom remains spotlessly clean and fresh paired with an immediate scent of rosewater and wild honeysuckle. The white polished marble gleams prettily under the twinkling diamond chandeliers and you’re twirling enthusiastically in the center of the large undressing area.

He observes and smiles widely to himself at the sight of your happiness and cute giggles. It’s always a risk to have you use their bathroom, but he is always abusing his privilege to seek your enjoyment that he truly doesn’t care about anything else. Your morality has beaten him enough and he’s heard plenty about his wrongdoings, yet here you are… sweetly dancing in the one place that’s absolutely wrong. Perhaps, you two have rubbed off a little too much on one another.

“I can never get sick of this place.” As you plead to Doyoung to cast a bubble bath, you’re already stripping out of your skirt. He shields his eyes to give you some privacy and recites the charm to run hot dazzling water in the ginormous pool. A nice soothing bath is exactly what you two need after a stressful day playing in the dirt.

“This is your favorite place.” says Doyoung with a matter of fact edge to this tone.

“It’s my favorite place because I only get to come here with you.” You jump on his back and he hoists you up by your thighs. His heart skips a happy tune. “I refuse for you to tell me the password, even if you do wish for me to enjoy the simple pleasures of a bubble bath.”

“You and your right and wrongs.” With eager hands, you’re loosening his tie from around his neck. “You stripped so fast that you’re going to get a cold.”

“It’s going to get steamy really soon. Plus, I know you like me best without any clothes on.” Your hot breath tickles the shell of his ear and a blush scatters across Doyoung’s cheek. Button after button, his open shirt exposes his toned build. He sets you on the edge of the elevated step before the bath.

Doyoung smirks at your nakedness and your hot lustful expression. Leaning in until he’s practically breathing against your lips, he stares straight into your eyes. “My Puff knows me best.” And dives into you with all his soul. Fruitful drags of his lips along yours, his long tongue enters your mouth. His large hand carefully caresses your cheek to pull you further into the kiss, noses pressing into skin and with a desire to never part.

His heart swells lovingly, kissing you feels like the best thing in the world. There are no tricks, no spells, no recited charms, but you are more than magical. The same surge of energy runs through his veins, but unlike his impressive ability as a notable wizard, he can’t control it. You make him lose control. As meticulous and cautious as he is, you’re the first thing he doesn’t think through.

Your needy hands push off his dress shirt and he hurriedly unbuckles his belt. When you break the kiss, he automatically pouts and pulls you back in for one more lingering peck. “Are you going to scrub my back for me?” You smile, dragging him closer to the overflowing bathtub.

Large puffs of white bubbles spill from the rims and disappear with your every step. It reminds you of sea foam that washes upon the shore, with a floral fragrant that fills your lungs. “That’s quite an intimate gesture, but yes.”

After removing all his garments, he joins you in the large pool of glossy bubbles and the clouds of steam that rises from the water suffocates him warmly. He sits with his back against the wall and eyes unwavering on your alluring expression. 

The bubbles do a great job at covering your breasts, but his sneaky hands snake under the water to grip them. Doyoung grabs a full tit and thumbs over your erect nipple, all while he holds the most sensual gaze with you. Slowly, you naturally end up in his hold and your wet back relaxes against his chest.

The beating of his heart is too loud and surely, you can feel the way it jumps out of his chest. Doyoung attaches his lips on your skin and as you’re melting at his harsh suckling. However, you perk up and snap out of your dazed arousal at the realization of his purposeful licks. “You’re trying to mark me?”

His hand continues to rub and twist your aching nipples. The sensation stimulating the growth of pleasure to sprout below and your mind to wander. 

“Possibly.”

A lovers’ mark is the ultimate testament of mutual love. Engraving the skin with your beloved’s Patronus, wherever the giver chooses to mark. Love emblems are meant to be something sacred to the couple, a way to make someone completely untouchable to everyone else. Not only does the symbol glow with an iridescent shine whenever love is felt, it also numbs any romantic feelings for all others besides the partner.

Besides the use of possessiveness, it’s a beautiful way to discover one true love since the engraving of their Patronus shows up on the skin under the conditions that both individuals must be madly in love with one another. And if it doesn’t end up forming, the receiver is left with a bright, sparkling star hue in its place before fading away completely. If it does appear, it fades when both fall out of love.

“Doyoung--” His name falls from your lips as a moan and he’s running down to explore the beauty between your legs. “--can’t do that unless you actually want to commit to me.”

“I am committed to you.” The more your neck cranes off to the side and exposed to him, the more he wishes to etch the symbol of his love for everyone to see. A hand is hooked under your thigh to keep your legs spread open and you’re gasping at the slight pressure from the water.

“Romantically committed to me.” You remind him, but your train of thought is cut fairly short as Doyoung begins rubbing circles on your needy clit.

“You’re afraid of it showing up?” He’s lathering your breasts with bubbles and dragging his long finger along your slit. His greediness overtakes him and with wandering hands, he’s gripping every part of you that they can reach. Doyoung’s guilty pleasure is always going to any form of physical affection from you specifically. When he finally gets ahold of you, it’s hard for him to let go.

Your warm skin is delicate and smooth beneath the very tips of his fingers and every exploration of your terrain makes him feel inexplicable explosions of fondness. Perhaps, you’ve captivated him and although he believed it would take something as extreme as the Amortentia to have him falling for someone, you did it as easily as being yourself. His better half.

So, he’s impressed by your genuineness and how he’s willing to give up parts of his reputation to unapologetically be himself around you. No one else matters, nothing else matters, but why must it be so difficult to tell you that?

“I’m afraid of it not showing up.” You’re more than convinced that Doyoung has confused his strong sense of lust with love and there would be no possible way his Patronus would appear. It’s better to save the embarrassment for the both of you.

Spinning in his arms, the water twirls to the curves of your body and he’s admiring parts that expose above the surface. He’s matched with your beauty before him, resemblance to the stained glass window that situates above the large bathroom.

However, the doubt in your statement finally reaches his ears and he’s grabbing your ass as you settle over his thighs again. His furrowed eyebrows bring together a rather upset expression --- lip pout and all.

“Why wouldn’t it show up?” Doyoung puzzles, bringing your arms to wrap around his neck. Leaning into him, your pruney fingers trace his smooth chin and he notices your quick flicker between his eyes and his lips.

While your gentle kiss reassures him of your subtle endearment, your next words do the opposite. “You tell me.” All you do is push him away with your vague doubtfulness, like you’re constantly testing him and using his poor guessing skills to your own advantage. He can pull you close after any altercation he wants, but you push him away in any emotionally romantic sense.

“You’re rather mischievous and mysterious today,” Doyoung squeezes your ass and smacks it lightly, causing ripples in the water. “I liked it better when you told me everything you felt.”

Suddenly, his fingers poke at your entrance and his other hand drops in between your legs again. Your mouth opens in shock when his long fingers enter slowly and he enjoys the pleasurable contour of your reactions. “Like this, for example.” The pad of his fingers working rapid flicks against your sensitive bud. “How does this feel?” His whisper dances across your shoulder, landing a kiss at the end of his question.

Your moans echo in the lavish bathroom, bouncing off the marble walls and encouraging Doyoung to keep a steady pace. There’s no worry about how loud you may be, Doyoung charms every room before every lustful encounter. This allows you to let go, let free, let him know how he makes you feel.

He curves his fingers into you, pumping and dragging into your tightness until you’re practically screaming. He only has one thought, as his eyes trail down your intoxicated needy figure, how beautiful you are as a moaning mess under his control. Your head is thrown back, eyes are squeezed shut and opening them to see nothing but tiny yellow starlight.

Dainty kisses line your exposed neck line and his ego swells with so much pride. Doyoung has mastered every flick of his wrist to have you under his trance, spewing nonsensical words and forgetting anyone else that exists. He gives your erect nipples harsh licks and with a faint drag of teeth, the sensation pushes you to your end.

Sporadic pleasurable convulsions cause your legs to close around Doyoung’s hands, but the strength of his knee keeps them apart. “Doyoung… I’m going to free fall.”

Leave it up to you to beautifully announce your climax. He snickers, applying more pressure on your clit and a rubbing motion against your walls. “I’ll catch you.”

Moon crescents embed into his skin as you’re holding onto him with your whole life. As your scream hits every octave, the massive collection of bubbles that cover the surface of the bath fly and splatter every corner of the pristine room. 

White and wet bubbles drip down from the walls, falling from the diamond chandeliers, and coating every steamy mirror. Doyoung’s eyes light up from the chaos, making sure you’re riding out your high for as long as he can provide.

Your body trembles with euphoria, falling forward into Doyoung’s chest and squeezing around his lazily pumping fingers. For a brief second, your mind is wiped and nothing in the world feels better than being in this perfect moment with the one person who’s Patronus you hoped would etch your skin.

If one possesses feelings that are practically unbearable to contain, one should confess… right? For all your life, you’ve lived by this statement. Friends do not hear the end of it and most surely, one should follow their own advice… right?

So why do you yearn for Doyoung in your gaze as he stands across the Great Hall as if he doesn’t know of your existence? As if he wasn’t kissing you in the Prefect bathroom a few days prior?

It’s not an understatement to say that you catch the attention of almost every person in the room, but the one head that refuses to turn your way… the one who’s looks you wish to steal… is the one person who looks right through you.

Feelings have become a nuisance ever since the first time you confessed to him and it was worse than landing on cobblestone after falling off your broom. The reason why you’ve buried them deeper than any chamber is that you’re positive that the prized Slytherin would rather be with another, preferably one from his own house.

While you try to remain optimistic and playful for the time being, you’re simply replaceable to him. He can barely care to acknowledge you in public when Gryffindors boast about you in their arms like winning a trophy. You’ve kept good relations with every Ravenclaw you’ve slept with. You’ve kindly rejected every romantic gesture another Hufflepuff has offered.

But if there is one thing you’ve learned about him is that he’s lived in his Slytherin circle for as long as he lives. And it will stay that way. You’re his sweet Hufflepuff that he’ll push away at no cost, then pull you back in secrecy.

Now if one feels as if they’re wasting their time, one should leave… right? Wrong. Kim Doyoung has skewed with your morality… and your feelings remain loyal to him since the day he confessed to see you again.

“Lemon-drop, I’ve been looking all over for you.” An arm slings around your shoulders and the notable red and gold tie is the first thing you see. Jung Jaehyun, Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, flashes his deep dimples at you. “Walk with me.”

He extends his palm out for you to take and your friends painfully elbow your sides to wake you from your hesitation. Taking his hand, you get up from the dining table and follow him out the Great Hall.

Doyoung sees the scene unfold before him and rolls his eyes at how Jaehyun’s dimples are all it takes to have you wandering off with him. Despite every wicked intent to follow you two, he heads out in the direction of the dormitories to fume in his room.

“It’s such a nice and sunny day today.” Jaehyun runs a hand through his luscious brown locks. You both exit into the front courtyard as other students are scattered on the lawns mingling with one another. When you peer up at the sky, the sun is barely seen past the layers of clouds.

“Jaehyun, is there something you needed to speak with me about?” His laughter roars, full of hefty song and amusement.

“Listen, lemon-drop. I like you and I have a feeling you feel the same way. I want to mark you if you’d let me.” Jaehyun smirks and just as he brings your hand up for a kiss, you gently let go. “Am I coming off too strong? We don’t have to do it today, I just wanted to see if it would show.”

“Jaehyun, you’re going to find an extravagant person one day. A person who is going to know all your favorite castle balconies to swing from and how you like to be kissed on the nose.” His ears grow a bright red and for once, his gaze drops to the ground. “I am, unfortunately, not that person for you so I must kindly reject your confession.”

As you turn on your toes, Jaehyun lightly holds your wrist to stop you. “But, you know all those things about me. Is there anything I can do to prove that we belong together?”

“I know them because I care enough to remember things you tell me, not because I loved you enough to observe these things about you. I give you my word that there is nothing you can do to prove me otherwise.” The corners of his lips dip downward and you’re running to the one person that will erase this sad rejection from your memory.

When you’re scanning the Great Hall for any sign of him, he’s not there and it leads you to his only hiding place. Doyoung loves to shut himself out from the rest of the school whenever he gets the chance. However, a lost Hufflepuff wandering outside the entrance of the Slytherin dormitories is rather an odd sight to see and you haven’t had the chance to form many connections from this house.

The sparse amount of Slytherins you know aren’t going to be passing by, unless with some stroke of luck, someone will be kind enough to open the door for you. Every person passes by you with questionable stares until a silver haired boy blinks at you with wide eyes.

“Who is it that you’re trying to see?” He asks abrasively, but softens his tone when he realizes that you mean no harm.

You bid him a small grin, “your Prefect.”

“And what for?”

“There is an urgent matter that involves him and he’s practically unreachable when he’s hiding away in his private room.” The boy narrows his eyes at you, but beckons you to follow him down to the Slytherin dungeon.

Excitedly, you hurry behind him and whisper over his shoulder, “what’s your name?”

“Nakamoto Yuta. No need to tell me yours, I’ll doubt he’d want me to know.” He spits and then, mutters the enchanted password to reveal the large green common room. “Come this way.” He leads up the boys’ dorms and walks briskly. Although you never mentioned a name, Yuta seems to already know who you’re here to see and it makes you wonder how he must know.

“Open up.” Yuta stops and knocks at the wooden door, Kim Doyoung written in a fancy penmanship on the center. “You have a guest.” He looks your way before rolling his eyes at Doyoung’s irritated tone through the other side.

“Tell them to leave.”

“He wants you to leave.” Yuta repeats, mostly to satisfy Doyoung’s nag.

“That’s fine. Thank you for bring---” The door swings open abruptly and Yuta almost loses his balance. Doyoung frantically turns his head side to side to comprehend what he is seeing. His ears felt deceived, hearing your voice through the door, he had to make sure it wasn’t you.

But you stand before him and Yuta. Here you are approaching him whenever he least expects it. “What are you doing here?”

“I came by to see you. I’ve been here plenty of times.”

“What are you doing bringing her in?” scolds Doyoung and the other boy shrugs carelessly.

“What was I supposed to do? Let her bat puppy eyes at several other Slytherins and have her telling everyone who passes her that she came here to see our Prefect? It was also getting cold out.” Yuta mumbles, but finds great entertainment at seeing how frazzled Doyoung has gotten by your presence.

“It was a bit chilly.” You admit and Doyoung groans, pulling you into his room and shutting the door on Yuta. “Thank you, Yuta.” You whisper through the crack between the door frame.

“It’s too risky for you to be searching for me around other Slytherins.” Doyoung paces the room and you notice his tie is loose and shirt is unbuttoned around his neck. “Why are you here?”

“A Gryffindor blew me off. I thought I’d come and see you with all the free time I can get.” Taking a seat at the end of his neatly made bed, your legs swing adorably and Doyoung almost doesn’t hear you.

“Jaehyun? Does he think he’s too good for you or something? That cocky dimple Gryffindor, with the draw of my wand---” Doyoung whips out his intricately customized Dragon Heartstring, and you’re on your feet to calm his temper down.

“Will you put that thing away? I’m here for you.” Your giggle warms his tight chest and puts out the fueling flame for anyone who dares to hurt you in any way. “It’s not a big deal and it’s not the first time it has happened.”

Doyoung uncomfortably clears his throat and withdraws his wand. Buttoning up his shirt, he fixes his tie back in place. To say the least, your words erupted his festering jealousy and this may have been a small tipping point.

Before you had entered, he was so frustrated with himself and you. You can just walk away with another man without a second thought, in front of him too. He remembered the soft feeling of your body and how he’s not the only one who’s needy hands ran their course over you. That may be the one pain he can never get rid of.

“I never understood why you give other men the time of your day when they just brush you off undeservingly.” He stings and you’re slightly surprised at his sudden attack. When you respond in silence, he continues.“I thought Hufflepuffs are to be loyal, so why do you sleep with other men?”

Crossing your arms, your weight is barred on your left leg and there is a shift in your overall mood. With an eyebrow raised, you sass him back, “People say Slytherins are ambitious, so why didn’t you chase after me?”

Doyoung swallows hard and blinks at you speechless. A clammy hand runs through his black strands as he tries to find any possible explanation without confessing his feelings. If he had a plan to confess, it would never be in the middle of an inquisition with you.

“I guess you didn’t think before acting on your desires.” And how he hated how correct that statement is. He doesn’t ever think whenever he’s around you. All his actions are conducted with his emotions and the feelings that overtake him.

Doyoung scoffs, rolling his eyes at your rash comment. “Aren’t you supposed to have the strongest morality among all the houses?”

“Sleeping with multiple men isn’t morally wrong. There’s nothing wrong with it…” The slight hurt from his question is difficult to ignore, but you must remember one thing if you want to protect your heart on your sleeve. This is nothing serious to be bickering over. You two aren’t anything serious, so why feel the need to squabble over nonsense? “... it would only be wrong if someone liked me and wished to commit to me.”

Your eyes meet and Doyoung blinks at you with wide eyes. His Adam’s Apple bobs as he gulps again, completely whiplashed at how the conversation has turned. “And if that’s the case and you like me, would that make you jealous, Doyoung? That’s why you’re trying to poorly attack my character?” He’s never heard such a strong taunt in your tone and he’s baffled by it, slightly aroused, but shocked.

“I don’t like you.” His voice is small and he pouts his lips at you. Doyoung crosses his arms and perhaps, his sad expression reveals a little more than it should have. Your heart softens at his ridiculously cute response, had you expected something much more angry and vindictive.

“Then this conversation is over, right? I’ll be on my way now. I have herbology.”

“We have the same class.” He grumbles, grabbing his robe from his desk chair.

You open the door to make your exit, “but since you don’t want to be seen with a Hufflepuff, I’ll go ahead first.” When you stumble out into the hallway, a recognizable face brightens at your appearance.

“Haechan! Hello, I haven’t seen you in a while.” You’re cheering and Doyoung chews the inside of his cheek. His pride is left at the door and along with all the things that hold him back from you, he doesn’t want to push you away anymore.

“My favorite Hufflepuff, are you just leaving?” Haechan walks up to open his arms, wishing to embrace you in the longest hug. However, Doyoung quickly takes you by your hand and rushes past him.

“She came to walk with me to class. Bye Haechan.” And Haechan is left standing in the middle of the hallway, confused and watching your backs as you’re both briskly walking out the common room.

Doyoung looks back at you, “you think I’m going to let you walk out of my room and have another Slytherin walk you to class? Don’t be so foolish.”

But you are foolish. Your heart beats foolishly and loudly for Kim Doyoung. And may you be foolish enough to wonder if his heart does the same for you.

And it does. Foolishly. Loudly. Lovingly.

You both wonder if this vicious cycle will ever meet its end. Doyoung pushes you away by ignoring your existing relationship, but pulls you back into his embrace as if it never happened. You push him away by running off with other men, but come back to him as if he’s the one person you’re loyal to.

But on this particular night, after mass circulation of rumors reaches the ears of the lovesick Slytherin, Doyoung is pulling you away from your huddled group of friends in the middle of the long corridor hallways. Without any greeting, any spoken words, he’s dragging you to his room right in front of everyone to see. His hand around yours like it was two days prior, but with an expression so grave on his sullen face.

The silence between you two brings no comfort, but you don’t dare say the first words. Doyoung, finally, approached you first in public and it is possibly for a greater reason. Perhaps you’ve done something horribly wrong, and the moment you two step into his room that you’ll hear a mouthful.

However when he closes the door to his room, your hand immediately drops from his embrace and he turns to face you. There is a darkness in his eyes, one that light cannot touch, and his lips are tight in a line.

There is an eerie silence that fills the dark room and the murky windows paint the area an ominous green. Doyoung focuses on your confused, yet adorable expression. “Why did you lie to me?”

The door catches your slight stumble and you’re blinking cluelessly at him. “About what?”

“Jaehyun.” He breathes the name in spite and aggressively loosens his tie. “He didn’t blow you off. You rejected him and he’s telling everyone it's because you’re in love with someone else.”

You scorn at such a ridiculous rumor and for the fact that it’s even made its way around to Doyoung. Another realization hits you. All it took for him to approach you in public is a meaningless rumor.

So in response, you laugh and it mocks him further. “This is not a laughing matter, y/n.”

“I’m sorry, but why are you so upset at that? Fine. I did lie to you, but I never told Jaehyun I was in love with anyone else.”

“Are you in love with someone else?” Doyoung says with balled fists at his side. There is a mixture of anger and sadness running through his veins and he’s so sick of feeling this way.

Your hesitation speaks for you, “It’s better that you don’t know.”

“You say this every time and it does nothing to ease my conscience.” Doyoung throws his hands in the air and stares at you with sharp eyes. “Is that why you were afraid that my emblem wouldn’t show up? Because your heart belongs to another. Yeah, I heard Jaehyun wanted to mark you too.”

Men and their constant want to prove something to themselves with their marks. Everyone has a twisted reality of markings now. There have been many others who have tried to mark you, feeling as if lust would be enough to suffice its appearance. As one's Patronus is special to their own protection, a beloved’s Patronus mark holds the same value.

You’re quite at a loss for words, “I was afraid that it wouldn’t show up, not because of myself, but because of you.”

Doyoung points at himself in disbelief. Him? He loves you more than anyone he’s ever encountered, even if you didn’t know it. “I wouldn’t have almost tried it if I wasn’t sure of myself.”

“You don’t love me, Doyoung. I don’t even know if I can even say you romantically like me.” Those words hurt the both of you and it lingers in the room for longer than you’d like.

“Do you think I fuck you meaninglessly like all those other losers you sleep with?” Doyoung steps forward, pulling you into his chest and admiring everything he’s fallen in love with. A pain spreads across his heart as he thinks of you with another person, of someone else kissing you, of someone else making you happy.

“You really don’t feel it in the way I kiss you?” He asks once more and your own stare drops to his shoulder, a bit ashamed to maintain eye contact with such pained eyes.

“And if I did? How would you explain that? That you are actually in love with me?” Your questions pelt him like rocks. As he pushes you on his bed, you pull him down with his tie.

Doyoung drinks you up like fresh water, a crisp and refreshing love that encourages him to reach heights. His hand cups your face and his feather touches reminds you of his gentleness. Your lips taste like sweet honey, dripping and coating him with a sticky sugar.

He’s happier with you and he’s the happiest kissing you. Perhaps, it’s hard for him to express with words, but he’d always hope his actions speak louder. So, his lips press against yours with a whirl of passion and every good feeling that grows in his chest.

The collar of his shirt is wrinkled in your fist and you’re holding him as if you’re afraid of him letting go. Doyoung runs a hand down your torso and lifts the end of your skirt up. A warm hand pushes your legs apart and a finger presses your clit through your cotton panties.

Your mouth opens into a moan and he takes this opportunity to shove his long tongue inside, lapping with your own. As a wet spot forms on your panties, he pulls them to the side and gathers the slick to gently rub your erect clit. His name is lost and muffled in the kiss, but you tap at his chest.

When he breaks away and halts all movement, he looks down over you with a fire burning in his dark orbs. And a confession falls from his swollen lips, “may I mark you?”

“And if it doesn’t show up?” Though, you’re wishing to the most powerful wizards that it does or else your heart would shatter into a million pieces beyond repair.

He bites his lip and every possible outcome scatters his thoughts. It’s too hard to concentrate, so he doesn’t at all. He focuses on your pretty lips and the way you look at him like he’s the only person that matters. “Then, we’ll deal with the consequences later.”

With your quick nod, Doyoung attaches his lips to your neck and harshly sucks at your skin. For the most part, it’s a pleasurable feeling and sends a shiver down your spine. So, he licks and nibbles until he can barely breathe. Your faint scent of patchouli and ginger intoxicates him, wraps him up in a fuzzy coziness that is unmatched.

Your hands unbutton his shirt and a final gentle bite seals his mark. If the love is reciprocated, the emblem would take a moment to form. Doyoung is rather hopeful and excited, as he’s never seen his Patronus before. “You look beautiful.”

“And you look dazed as if someone charmed you.” You giggle and kiss his red lips.

“You’re quite the powerful one, my Puff.” He smiles against your jaw before proceeding to your mess down below. He gives your aching clit a few licks, which cause your body to twist and turn at the sensitive sensation.

“Please, I haven’t felt you in so long.” Whining and tugging at his hair, Doyoung leaves a lasting kiss and gets up to remove his pants.

“Did you miss me?” Doyoung raises a suggestive eyebrow and cocks his head to the side in mockery, a smirk growing on his face.

You reply with a silly response that only he knows and causes him to chuckle, “unfortunately.” And he’s finding every way not to confess his endearments for you.

His dick stands tall and proud against his abdomen, giving it a few jerks as he watches you strip out of your own clothes. You turn around and sit on your knees, with a slight tilt forward and the arch in your back to accentuate your ass.

Doyoung rolls on the protection as quickly as he can. His hands lightly smack your cheeks and slowly enters your dripping hole. His hands grip your hips as he slides deeper into you, both being moaning messes at the delicious feeling.

“Have you always been this big?” You look back at him and to which he devilishly smiles at you.

“You know just the way to fuel my ego,” when his length is fully buried inside of your tight walls, he wraps an arm around your waist and a hand on your tit. “After all the times you’ve been fucked, your pussy is still as tight as ever.”

Doyoung slams hard into you, showing no mercy and causing you to jolt up. He takes every frustration, every feeling of anger, every ounce of jealousy into his thrusts. “But you take me so well, darling. I’ve never seen someone as pretty as you.”

His compliments cause your heart to soar, despite the soreness you’re beginning to feel in your pussy. He’s relentless, bottoming out until his tip is practically in your guts. “Just like that, baby. You’re the only one who fucks me this good.”

He blushes under the low light and leans forward to kiss the top of your head. “My Puff, you’re so sweet to me.” The loud squelch of your tight pussy gripping his dick fills the hot room, “and so wet.”

You’re shamelessly dripping on his green velvet blanket and Doyoung picks up his speed. Your knees give out as you fall face forward into the mattress, hands in fists from the incredible pleasure of every hit. Your ass now in his full view and every tingle of magic lights up in his veins.

Your throat is raw from screaming and moaning, Doyoung holds your hips steady to thrust into a new angle. Automatically, your body twitches as his tip hits your special spot and he’s well aware that you’re close to releasing.

And with his fast thrusts, he asks you an intimate question that is fueled by envy and rage. “If I fuck you the best, then why do you sleep with other men?”

There are no thoughts in your mind to even give him a white lie, to mask the truth of your actions. He’s fucking you into an oblivion that it’s hard to even focus on anything besides pleasure. The books on his shelf begin to tremble as you’re crying out, “I- I don’t know! Fuck, please… ! I’m tipping over.”

“Answer the question or I will stop.” He’s absolutely cynical and you have every reason to believe his threat. Doyoung lifts your limp body upright, against his torso and an arm secured around your middle as before. His hand snakes to your clit, rubbing feathering circles over the neglected bud.

Nonetheless, his single action paired with his tip grazing harshly against the particular spot causes your legs to tremble. “Do you want me to stop?” His threat rings in your ears when you still left him without an answer.

You’re so close, you’re starting to see white. So, you say what your heart tells you and the truth falls from your lips in a loud confession. “Because I wanted you to love me instead! I fucked them to forget about my love for you… fuck, I’m--”

“I’ve got you. Let go of yourself, baby.” Doyoung slows his hips when your walls squeeze around him sporadically. Every book flies out and hits the opposite wall, clattering the floor with heavy academia. However, he repeats your proclamation endlessly in his mind and his heart surges with the most intense romantic desires.

“I do love you, y/n.” He whispers, cumming into his rubber and simply holding you tightly. He lets go of every prideful arrogance in his body, tossing the lame reputation he always tried to hold onto. He didn’t need that if it meant losing you. Doyoung chuckles to himself for being an obvious cliché, announcing one’s love in the midst of a lustful act. He pulls out and gently tucks you into the covers.

Breathless, you’re finally realizing his confession. “You do? Are you sure?” Any subtle movements has your aching lower half in pain, so you settle with resting on his plush pillows and await for him to join you in bed.

All this time, from beginning to now, you’ve been oblivious to his yearning looks across the Great Hall. The intensity of his kisses had been lost upon you completely as you had convinced yourself that he was incompatibly of loving you back. Even now, as you lay in slight doubt, you’re wondering how you managed to have everything fly over your head. 

When he discards his used protection and with a quick flick of his wrist, every book finds its original place on the shelf again, he enters the warm covers. Your arms wrap around his neck and you’re admiring each other’s expressions in the low light. He spots the notable twinkle in your eyes and his thumb lightly rubs your cheek.

“If the symbol of my Patronus doesn’t show, I promise to love you harder until it does.” Doyoung leaves the softest, most loving kiss on your lips. He’s more than thankful for the lack of light as he’s bashfully red all over his cheeks.

“Usually, people just give up.” Your voice is harsh, possibly from the deafening screaming of pleasure prior.

Doyoung shakes his head. He’s made too many mistakes in this relationship with you. Sleeping with another. Ignoring your existence. Being too prideful to be seen with another house. All these incidents have made him feel nothing but ugliness and distraught, and pushed you away further than how much he is able to pull you back.

He loves you. He’s in love with you. He’s fallen for you recklessly as you did off your broom the first encounter. You’re everything he’s never been and never will be, yet you don’t care. You’re by his side, despite his spitefulness and you never miss a beat. That innocent youth approach to love, oh how he wishes it never faded, and though he thought it did, it didn’t. You remain true to your character when he fights with himself internally.

“That would be a mistake and I can’t afford to keep making them.” A glossy sheen over Doyoung’s regretful eyes, but you pull him closer and you refuse to let his eyes wander.

A tired harmless sigh escapes your lips and a dreamy haze overcomes you. Besides the reminder of needing to use the bathroom flashing in your mind, there is nothing else you want to dissect. Feelings are too complex to discuss at the moment and the resolve has already passed.

Regardless of the marks appearing, you’re content with the night and for the rest of your days. Kim Doyoung, the Slytherin boy of your dreams, loves you back and the power of that alone beats any spell in those dusty old textbooks.

“Why can’t we lay here forever?” Your heavy eyelids fall slowly and your voice grows small.

Doyoung kisses your shoulder, then your neck. “That’s impossible. I can’t give you forever.” He mumbles against your skin, sending vibrations across your throat.

“You are my forever.” Doyoung halts and is left speechless as a white glowing entity catches his eye. And the absolute perfect outline of his Patronus sits underneath your jaw, brightly shining with iridescent brilliance --- he makes out the outline: a White Swan, representing his love for you. Doyoung smiles to himself and hopes for it to never fade. Perhaps, he can give you forever.

some fun critical questions to think about hehe -

why do you think y/n lied to doyoung about jaehyun confessing? why do you think yuta helped y/n enter the Slytherin dormitories? what is the meaning behind the White Swan Patronus? Why do you think y/n continued to like doyoung after all this time?

there are no right or wrong answers, just something fun to have you thinking a little more about the fic haha if you want, you can send me an ask about it :) but overall, no pressure and thank you for reading! please leave me some feedback if you can! happy new year!

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[honeyabyss]

Phone calls after Mc returned to the human realm

Lucifer:

this man is stubborn, calling you would be like admitting he's gone soft and his pride does not allow that!

so he refuses to call for the first few weeks, keeping himself busy with work of which he has enough anyway

due to all his student council work, a few other tasks of Diavolo and on top of that the usual shenanigans of his brothers, he quickly becomes very stressed

he's at his breaking point and needs someone to talk to so he can release some of his stress before he takes it out on someone else

so he goes to your old room and starts talking as soon as he enters it, only to stop confused when he doesn't see you in the room, remembering only now you left for the human realm

disappointed he sits down onto the bed and curls the blanket around himself

"Their scent is almost gone...Soon it'll be as if they were never here"

he closes his eyes, sighs softly and makes his decision

"Mc? I hope I didn't wake you. I simply thought a conversation would be nice, it's been a while..."

Lucifer's call is pretty casual, he talks about his day, work and his troublemaker brothers, it almost feels like any other day before just this time it is over phone

he does not want to admit he misses you, a) because he'd seem weak and b) he fears what admitting it will do to him, he might just miss you even more

BUT while saying goodbye he accidentally lets a "I miss you" slip, his breathing stops shortly realizing his mistake, he is about to apologize when you say it back

he smiles softly, genuinely relieved about your shared sentiment and whispers "I'll call you again soon then" before hanging up

from then on he calls you every evening and you better jump right away and pick up at the first ringing, because this man is lonely without you

Mammon:

"Congratulations! You're one of our lucky winners of our monthly Devil-Lottery. We'll have to confirm your bank account number with the one given to us when you agreed to participating in the lottery. Would you be so kind to slowly repeat the number-"

this greedy demon will quite literally try to scam you, only to absolutely panic when you hang up on him

he will instantly call you back, constantly adjusting his glasses, a nervous habit he acquired over the years

"H-hey...Mc...uhm, it's me your favourite demon!"

he is relieved you picked up, as it means you didn't block him right away, he stumbles over his words trying to find an excuse why he just tried to scam you

"Ah you know I only did that to test you, you've passed nobody scams my human! You're my amazing human after all! That's why I love you...u-uh I-i mean...nothing...that was a static you must have misheard..."

when you tell him you knew it was him as you recognized his voice, he'll be outraged, screaming into his D.D.D (and probably later getting punched by Lucifer for being so loud)

"What do you mean you already knew?! You dared to hang up on The Great Mammon?

He gets a bit sulky by your reaction, so how about playing into his obvious lie of testing you to make him feel better again

besides trying to scam you Mammon also called to (not so sneakily) check on your wellbeing

now that you're gone he constantly worries about you and he can't do much to help, but if you were actually in need of help due to whatever, trust me he'd fight Lucifer himself for permission to go to you

he'll call you as often as he can, sometimes with a few days of a break in between, asking you about your life and also letting you in on his upcoming money making schemes...please don't tell Lucifer about them

Mammon has learned his lesson though, he'll never try to scam you again, he couldn't bare it if you were to block or ignore his calls

Leviathan:

phone calls? Why? You two can just talk about the in-game talk function of this new online game you play, but no real world talk while playing that ruins the immersion!

Levi will rarely call you as he just doesn't feel comfortable enough to talk with you about normie stuff for too long

he normally just spam writes you, ding, ding, ding, one message after another coming in without you being able to respond quick enough

so if gets too much and you decide to just call him so you can have an actual chance of responding, Levi just panics and almost drops his D.D.D

"Mc? D-did you accidentally hit the c-call button? N-no? I-i see no I love you too!!....AAAAAAAh I-i meant I l-l-love t-talking to you too...hehehe w-why would a yucky o-otaku like me say something like that"

poor boy is so nervous he'll say something stupid and will stutter a lot the first few times you call him, he is just not used to talking on the phone

he will laugh nervously over everything and sometimes there'll be a phase of awkward silence, but please don't point it out, Levi is already stressed enough as it is

once he gets used to calls, he'll surprisingly suggests to have a phone call while both of you are watching the new episode of an anime, so he'll be able to talk to you as if you're right next to him, which works out mediocre at first, you have to tell him to be a bit quieter a few times but besides that it's quiet nice

"Ooooooowhooooooah!!! Did you see that? That was amazing, I wish I had these superpowers, I'd save you of every danger like a real hero! W-what do you mean I'm already your hero?"

Yes, you saw and heard it, and your neighbours probably heard Levi...

on the rare occasions Levi calls you he'll often asks you for favours like to buy him this exclusively in the human realm sold limited edition game, of course he isn't like his scummy brother Mammon who'll constantly asks for things and he'll also make it up by sending you stuff you can only get on Akuzon

so calls don't happen very often, but neither if you really mind, you'll still be in contact through messages and games

Satan:

Satan will be very proper about calling you, he'll check through messages if you're fine with him calling you, so he can be sure you have time and he doesn't bother you

Satan never jumps into a conversation right away (unless he is angry), he makes sure to show interest in you and hold a bit small talk, asking about your day, how you're doing and so on

you talk about many different things with him mostly about your shared interests, but Satan is willing to listen to you ramble about hobbies he doesn't have as well

one thing you two quickly come to do was have book club sessions over phone

"I wish you were still here Mc. I miss my book discussion partner, nobody here has as interesting opinions and views as you..."

back in Devildom you two would both read a book and afterwards discuss your thoughts, and you found a way too keep doing just that

you both write about books, decide on one to read for the week and would than have a phone call where you just talk for hours about the piece of literature you've read

now that you're back in the human realm, the book choices are even bigger as you can read human books as well, you just have to send a copy to Satan, sometimes Barbatos will be nice and pick a book up and deliver it to Satan, or to you if it's the other way around with a demon book

"Oh? No, you're right. I haven't thought about it like that yet...your thoughts are so fascinating!"

Satan will shower you in praise for every little detail that you noticed yet he missed. he genuinely enjoys your phone calls, and though he wouldn't admit it, sometimes he anticipates your call more than the actual book

even though there now is a bigger distance between you two he still feels as close to you as before, not much has changed for him and he knows he'll be able to see you again soon, he'll just have to be patient

"Next week, same time? I'm looking forward to talking to you again. Take care until then!"

Asmodeus:

"Oh my Lord! You won't believe what just happened!!!"

no greeting or alike, just straight into the discussion

whenever something gossip worthy happens, Asmo is already dialling your number to spill the tea and keep you updated on any Devildom related gossip, even if it won't help you much, it's a nice thought of him keep you in the loop

those are only the spontaneous call though, obviously you can't take these all the time...you still have a life of your own...

you two actually call each other every day at the same time, plus/minus a couple minutes, the water in the tub has to be filled first...yeah Asmo likes to talk you while he is taking his afternoon bath

"Hahh it's so relaxing, warm water caressing my beautiful skin, and the bath bomb today smells so good! I wish you could smell it, or even better I wish we could bathe together!"

*water sloshing noises intensified*

Asmo...no....yes...maybe...just stop, you'll fluster Mc!

"No really! I miss having you here, I'll pamper you all day the next time I'll get to see you. You must already be starved of my beauty, but don't worry my dear, I'm just as starved of seeing your lovely face!"

what to talk about while he is bathing? Anything really if it's about your day, any complains or whatever, just expect a few innuendos of him...that's nothing new though

seriously though Asmo is the guy to talk to about any of your problems, he will listen and try to come up with a solution for you, even if he seems a bit narcissistic sometimes he really cares about you, so use your phone calls as therapy from time to time

"Oh darling, don't worry it'll be okay! I'm here to help...now tell me every detail so I can come up with a plan! I'll always be there for you, no matter what!"

Beelzebub:

"*munch munch* This one is really good! Mc you should try some...oh"

now that you're back in the human realm, Beels snack times are very lonely, he has just gotten so used to your presence, even sharing his food is normal by now

and let's be honest Beels snack time is 24/7 so he misses you a lot

he feels the urge to call you every five minutes and sometimes even forgets to eat while phone is ringing and he is waiting for you to pick up

but you can't constantly talk with him over phone so the calls often end up on your voicemail where Beel tells you about all the different kind of foods he ate that day

when Belphie catches wind of his twin constantly pestering you, he hides Beels D.D.D so he can't call you all the time

when you're actually able to pick up on his call, Beel will be so happy you can quite literally hear his huge grin while he's excitedly talking about his current snack

"Have you ever tried spicy bat-wings? There opened a new restaurant in town and it's really good!! Next time you're here I'll invite you there. Oh but what if it closes before you're back...ah you'll just have to visit soon!"

though Beel is often disappointed when you don't pick up, he would never hold it against you, he knows he calls quite a lot, but he just misses you and tipping a message while he eats is harder than putting his D.D.D on speaker and talking to you

of course he doesn't only talk about food, he also tells you about how his brothers are doing and how his workout was, or what things he has planned to do at the weekend, all in all Beel is just super happy to share everything of his life with you

on rare occasions he'll call you and be untypically quiet, that happens when he had a fight with his twin, it's not often but sometimes it happens and his first instinct is to call you, because he feels like he can tell you everything so he is very comfortable and trusting with you

"I miss you a lot, you know...but I also know that you think about me daily, every time your stomach rumbles you'll be reminded of me and that makes me happy, I also think about you every time I'm hungry! Hm? But I'm always hungry? That's right! You're always on my mind!"

Belphegor:

Listen, his sleeping schedule is very tight, you can't just expect him to call you!

he will call you so rarely and if you call him it might just happen that he is sleeping and has phone on silent...or he's just to lazy to walk to his phone, or he is just not in the mood to talk... he takes any excuse to not be on the phone

Belphie does like talking to you, but he is not the greatest at long conversations so he like messages more

sometimes when he can't seem to fall asleep, he will be the one to call you...in the middle of the night...and you better pick up or he gets annoyed

"What took you so long? I thought you wanted to talk more often and then you leave me hanging for a whole minute? Doesn't matter I would have waited longer with you...."

he is mostly silent through a phone call, his main reason to call you is because he like to listen to you talk, it's calming to him and if he calmer then he might be able to fall asleep again

so don't expect an amazingly deep conversation...

"Mhmmm...hm? Yeah I'm still there. I'm listening keep talking, I love your voice..."

he'll bring up a topic from time to time so you have an inspiration about what to talk about, but most of the times he just lazily hum or making acknowledging noises so you know he is still listening

"Zzz..."

he will to 100% fall asleep while being on the phone with you, that doesn't mean you're boring, but that he trusts you so much that he is comfortable enough to let his guard down

Diavolo:

"Good afternoon! How was the week of my favourite human?...ah don't tell Solomon I said that hahaha"

as the future king of hell, he is a busy man, but he still manages to give you a call once a week, to the same time you two would have normally had your weekly afternoon tea meeting in the castle

with the exchange year over there is not much about your classes to talk about left, but Dia is just as excited about any other topic you decide to talk about, be it the most mundane thing he loves it!

"Oh so you went grocery shopping? That must be fun! Barbatos does it all the time, though I suppose you buy less things...I'd like to see a human market at some point, I wonder if they're very different from ours...oh but I wouldn't really able to tell I suppose, Barbatos and you would need to point out the differences!"

this man can talk without taking a break for hours...you think Asmo is bad? Prepare for Diavolo...

but seriously it never gets boring with him, because he somehow finds good and fun stuff in every activity, I swear give him a vacuum and watch him clean you're whole flat with the enthusiasm of a child getting presents on Christmas

the work of a future king consists of so much paperwork, Dia will have only few events of his week to tell you about, if there is something to talk about there is a high chance it has to do with the brothers

so he'd much rather just sip his tea and listen to you, he'll ask you loads of questions though about anything he doesn't know

sometimes you two forget the time and Barb sadly has to remind you to come to a stop for now

"Mc? Did I wake you? If so I'm terribly sorry...would you be up to talk for a little bit more? I'm not feeling too tired yet"

surprise night time calls from Dia where you'll have to speak silently or Barbatos might reprimand Diavolo for staying up all night and being tired the next day, Dia doesn't regret it ever though, he likes to talk you a lot!

Barbatos:

Barbatos is always busy and his schedule can often suddenly change with a new whim of his master, so he can't exactly have a scheduled call with you

so you might not get to hear of him very often

BUT he made it a habit to call you when he is on duty to do the dishes, the chore is somewhat boring to him with no one to distract him

so he calls you and if you pick up, he'll put you on speaker and talk to you about whatever comes to mind while his hands wash one after another of the expensive porcelain of the royal household

"I've bought this new tea which is said to be really nice, it can even be enjoyed cold apparently. It seems to have to just the right amount of sweetness to not get bitter when drank cold...you can still add sugar for extra sweetness, though I believe you're already sweet enough as it is"

no matter what you decide to talk about Barbatos always has at least some knowledge about it, so it's beneficial for both of you, he can tell you the things he knows and you tell him your stuff

"I hope I'm not bothering you too much? There is quite a lot to do today... so it might take some more time..."

you will never get to know that Barb has actually already finished the dished a few minutes ago, but just isn't ready to say goodbye yet

the rest of the employees will be able handle the castle for a bit longer without him, meanwhile he can take a well deserved tea break and listen to you

he very much enjoys the fact he found a way to have some time with you while theoretically having to be at work, as long as he is able to finish all the tasks of his daily schedule, he doesn't feel too bad about his not so legal break

"I fear I'll have to get back to work now, but I loved talking to you today! I hope you enjoyed it as well. I'll talk to you again soon!"

Solomon:

Though Solomon returned to the human realm with you, you haven't heard much of him, being a wise old man sorcerer must be very time consuming

so calls of Solomon might be rare but that doesn't mean you don't write messages every now and then, when he calls you though it's always about something interesting or important to share, he talks about those things rather verbally, the best option for him would be in person, but that doesn't always work so a phone call is the second best option

"My lovely apprentice, how is your studying going? I've found the tome we were talking about last time you were interested in...it took some research to find which sorcerer had it but I brought it back for you. How about I'll drop by you next week? I can help you with your studying then, the tome is written in an older version of the language it might be easier if we do it together!"

Solomon can simply not sit still, so while you're on the phone, he is always tinkering at something and the background noises are sometimes quite peculiar...

Was that a pig squeaking? Are you sure you should be brewing a potion while being on the phone? Isn't it distracting?

Oh Lord was that an explosion?!

"Hmm? Oh yeah...I`m cooking dinner right now! It was just a small explosion though, you know the ones that are regularly happen in the kitchen. Why? Was my cute student worried about me?~ heheh alright, alright, I'll stop teasing you...for now!"

no matter how chaotic, teasing or busy Solomon is though, if you call him and are in need of help, he'll drop everything and run to you

he knows how hard it can be when studying magic, not to mention that the studies are difficult, the constant hiding of any magic in front of other humans is also very nerve wrecking, sometimes you feel like giving up and going back to your normal life, back to your non-magical very human friends that are blissfully unaware of everything happening around them, but you know you could never forget and act as if nothing happened, you'd also miss your new not so normal friends, so when times get hard Solomon will rush to you and comfort you in person or at least calm you down on phone until he is able to go to you

if that happens he is more likely to call you every two to three days just to check in on you

"Hey how is my strong and beautiful fellow human doing? Feeling better yet? Need a shoulder to lean on? I'm at your flat in 10 minutes..."

Simeon:

Simeon is a daily caller as well, he's gotten so used to seeing you every day that he feels quite restless if he doesn't get to hear your voice at least once a day

he asked you to recommend at what time he should call, he doesn't want to restrict you in your daily life, so you both came to the conclusion after dinner would be perfect, as both of you are free for the rest of the day then

He will often write a bit on his TSL scripts, just some notes and inspirations he comes up while talking to you

"How was your day my little lamb? You haven't overworked yourself right? Tell me if you ever need help!"

though Simeon would definitely have things to complain about with how Michael is working him to the bone, he'd rather not worry you so instead he tells you about how Luke is doing and evasively answers you questions about himself

"Oh me? Ah yes, I'm doing fine, just doing the usual archangel stuff you know...Ah please do not worry Mc, my dear! Nothing dangerous!"

over the time his TSL notes turn into random scribbles, rhymes and poems and every now and then something that looks suspiciously like your name

Sometimes Luke crashes the call and wants to speak with you as well so Simeon tries to put the phone on speaker only to end up ending the call and Luke getting frustrated with Simeon and doing it himself

then again Simeon also just accidentally hangs up on you mid conversation, because his fingers hit the button without him noticing, he'll get so confused when you cut off in the middle of your sentence and thinks something has happened to you, only to be relieved when you call back a few seconds later

Simeon is very interested in your day and how you doing, asking you many questions and encouraging you to keep talking

"Oh no please keep talking! You're not overwhelming me at all, in fact I like listening to your voice, it puts even the most melodic voice of an angel into the shadows...hahaha did I make you embarrassed? I apologize, I didn't mean to, I was only telling you my honest opinion!"

Simeon is quite the flatterer, but he often does not notice it, he simply tries to be nice, so a call with him leaves you flustered and stuttering ever now and then, but he is just as quick to blush at a honest and heartfelt compliment

Luke:

Luke might be an angel, but he is still low ranking and therefore has less assignments, besides studying to become a great angel and doing some minor tasks for Michael, he is relatively free

he often spends his free time in the kitchen constantly trying to improve his baking, now after the exchange year not only to impress Michael and Simeon but also Barbatos, maybe a bit Beel and definitely you!

but as Simeon is still working at these times, he gets somewhat lonely so he'll try calling you to keep him some company

Luke has this habit of speaking the recipes out loud to remember the steps better and be able to able to make them from memory, he got that tip from Barbatos, but he still has his moments where he gets stuck and forgets what to do next, you can notice that when he gets silent and concentrates on trying to remember

"Ah right that was it! I almost forgot about the eggs! Good thing you were here...or well on the phone hehe! You always remember this stuff, you're so amazing!"

when you tell him you simply looked it up in the internet for him, he'll get a bit sulky that he now basically cheated, but with your reassurance that he is already great and can remember so many other steps, he is quickly back to his happy little angel self

"Michael let me help with his conference today I was assistant record keeper today, one day I'll be able to do it alone, bit they're talking so much and so fast...I think I still need a couple centuries until I'm fully ready, but I'm working on improving! You should also try to improve your skills daily! Even a small bit of practice is good! Though I think you're perfect already!"

Luke most definitely learned his flattering from Simeon... he talks about many different things on the phone but repeating topic is Michael...just talking to you makes his day and later he'll tell everything Simeon and he smiles so brightly while he reports to him, please keep talking to him a lot!

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me swd #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me luke

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Pornstar

Pairings: Colson x Reader

Warnings/Tags: rough sex, anal sex, face fucking, gagging, spit, spitting in mouth, slight bondange, golden showers, pissing in mouth, slapping across face, being filmed.

A/N: Shout out to Shawnie ( @heytheregreeneyes) for always letting me use her as my OC and being my best friend. Also Colson isn’t MGK in this, just a pornstar so his personality isn’t as cocky as he usually is. I know I’ve mentioned it before but the sex in this is loosely based off my fave porn star Small Hands AKA Aaron Thompson. Hope this was worth the wait. Lemme know what you think! “Open it, open it!” Your roommate and best friend Shawnie stood before you with a gift bag in hand, shaking it excitedly.

“My birthday’s not even until this weekend,” You laughed taking the bag from her. “You sure you don’t want me to wait? It’s only a few more days.”

“ No please, I’ve kept this a secret for long enough, it’s killing me! Just open it!” She exclaimed. “Plus your gonna need time to prepare.”

“Prepare?” 

“C’mom, just open it, open it, open it!!!” She was far too excited. You wondered what it could be that she was so eager to give you. But what you pulled out of the bag just left you with even more questions. 

“Thanks???” You said confused, holding up a sexy red lace bra and matching g- string that tied at hips. 

“That’s only part of it,” she assured you. “What’s your biggest wish?” She tried to clue you in.

“Ummm paying off all my student debt?” You answered still puzzled. “Did you get me a job as a stripper?” You laughed.

“Okay, maybe ‘wish’ was the wrong word to use … hmmm—oh biggest fantasy!” She corrected herself. 

“Oh to fuck my favorite porn star Huge Hands, AKA Colson Baker. You know that — wait … no, no way!”  You exclaimed as your friend started frantically nodding her head yes. “Shut up!!! What? You’re kidding. Like how?”

“Look in the bag . There’s more!” 

You reached into the bag and pulled out a pass of some kind and read it aloud. “Huge Hands/Colson Baker : Exclusive Access, Porn Star for a Day pass” 

“They were super limited, I have no clue how I managed to snag one, but I’m so happy I did! The look on your face right now is priceless!” Shawnie laughed. “It’s probably because you’re the only one I know who’s  crazy enough to actually go through with this.”

“I-I don’t even know what to say. I have no words… thank you.” You expressed your gratitude, still in shock. “I’m really about to have the best sex of my life this weekend! On my birthday yet! Have you seen his fucking cock, it’s huuuge!”

“Yes, many times,” Shawnie chuckled , entertained by how pumped you are. “Or did you forget about all the links of his umm ‘work’ you’ve sent me?” Shawnie wasn’t big on porn herself but she was always willing to take an interest in your latest obsessions, no matter what they were. That’s what you loved most about her. “Turn it over, it tells you more about what’s included on the back.”

You did as she suggested, turning the pass over to read more. “Half hour zoom call day before to privately discuss details, and needs/wants of scene; hair and make up; up to one hour of shooting time; and keepsake autographed DVD recording,” you listed off. “You know I’m gonna watch that everyday for the rest of my life, right?” 

“I’m assuming you’re gonna make me watch it at least once too, knowing you,” Shawnie laughed. 

“Yeah probably,” you laughed as well. “ I got no shame!”

*************

You’re stomach was in knots as you waited for the zoom call to begin; you’d never felt so excited and  nervous at the same time. Shawnie was there with you sitting just out of frame, when the ‘bloop’ of the call came through your computer's speakers. 

“Hi, Y/N?” Colson questioned.

“Yeah, hi. That’s me!” You did a timid little wave.

“Ok good, just wanted to make sure I got the right person before we get started here. Imagine that … Awkward!,” he laughed, and you instantly began to relax; you could tell he was going to be easy to talk to. “Well, obviously you know what I do , but I’d love to hear a little about you. Says here on your forms you’re a college student?”

“Wait, what forms?” You asked.

“The ones you filled out online with your info and kinks and things you wanted to include in our video when you purchased the Pornstar for a day package,” he answers slightly confused. 

“Ohhh, my friend bought me this for my birthday, she must have filled them out.” You responded. “She’s right here. Say hi Shawnie!”

“Hi!” She giggled leaning into frame. 

“Hello. Wow this must be some “friendship” he joked making air quotes. “Because this is a very detailed list. You gotta hear this.” He smirks. “Written in the section about what you hope to include in our scene says— and  I quote: I want Huge Hands/ Colson to absolutely destroy me. I want him to fuck my throat, my pussy and my ass. I want him to slap me around, and spit and piss in my mouth, and anything else he wants to do to me, I’m all for it.”  He choked out a laugh pulling dramatically at the collar of his shirt “Whew, I’m the pornstar here and that’s even got me blushing!”

“Oh my God, Shawnie!” You covered your beet red face.

“What!?, did I lie?” She laughed.

“I mean no, but still. Damn, to hear it out loud like that.” Your eyes bulged. 

“So it’s true then?” Colson asked slyly.

“Yeah, that pretty much sums it up,” you hid your smile behind your hand, shaking your head in embarrassed disbelief.

“Aye,  no need to be embarrassed, we’re gonna have fun tomorrow, I can tell,” he smiled. “I’m especially excited that your interested in Anal. It’s kinda my favorite. I’m assuming you’ve done it before?” 

“Yeah,” you answered simply.

“Do you enjoy it?” He asked.

“Tell him what your ex said!”  Shawnie blurted out. 

“Oh, boy. I gotta hear this,” he chuckled. “What’d the ex say?”

You inhaled deeply before speaking, “I do enjoy it, probably more than regular sex, if I’m being honest,” you admitted. There was no use trying to be coy now. “Uhhh he actually said I could be a pornstar since I can take a hard anal pounding so well.” 

“Nice!” He exclaimed. “Girl, after my own heart.”

“Jesus Christ, this conversation has me sweating already,” you chuckled standing up to pull your cardigan off. 

“Is that a little tattoo I saw there, peaking out of the top of your jeans?” He asked. 

“Yeah, you wanna see?” You unzipped your jeans without waiting for a response and lowered the top of your underwear just enough to show him. 

“ The Playboy bunny, huh? How fitting,” he teased.

“What can I say, it was my first tattoo,” you giggled “Seemed like that’s what everyone was getting at the time.”

“What else you got going on down there?” He lifted his head as if trying to see more. “Is that a landing strip?” He asked referring to the thin dark stripe of short curls just  barely visible above the band of your lowered underwear. “Can I see?” 

“Yeah, sure,” you lowered them further exposing yourself, your inhibition long gone at that point. “This is just how I normally like to groom. I can shave it completely if you prefer?” 

“Nah, it’s perfect,” he smiled. “Well, I think I have a pretty good idea now of what you like and what we’ll be getting ourselves into tomorrow. Do you have any questions or anything else you want me to know, before we end the call?” 

“I don’t think so,” you said. “Shawnie pretty much laid it all out on those forms,” you laughed. 

“That she did!” He produced a chuckle as well. “I meant to ask earlier, but, since she knows so much about your kinks and what not, have you two ever —“

“ No, just best friends, I tend to overshare, I guess.” 

“Yeah it amazes me sometimes, the things women  share with their friends, but yet guys are always the ones who are known to kiss and tell and brag about their conquests. Females can be just as bad, y’all just keep it on the low a little better,” he stated. “Well, I look forward to working with you tomorrow. Take care, and I’ll see you soon.”

“Can’t wait!” You responded. “Bye.”

“Bye,”

You felt oddly comforted and at ease after the call, no longer a ball of nerves or embarrassment. He made you feel like there was no shame in enjoying the things you did. He was very professional despite the nature of the call; it didn’t feel sleezy or overly salacious; just two consenting adults having a mature conversation about their sexual desires. 

*************************

When you walked out of hair and make-up and onto set, you saw Colson waiting for you on a red leather couch. He was clad in only black dress pants; shirtless — his tattoos on full display. He smiled seductively when he saw you, beckoning you over with a pat to his thighs. You undid your silk robe they had given you and let it slip from your shoulders to the floor, revealing the red lacy set Shawnie had bought you, as you made your way over to him. You suddenly became very aware of all the cameras and other people in the room, as you sat on his lap. Somehow it has slipped your mind that they were all a part of what went into this.

“You get used to it,” he said softly , remembering the way he felt his first time in front of the cameras. “Just pretend they’re not even there— only me and you, okay?” He said brushing a finger along your thigh. “Unless, Shawnie forgot to mention you’re an exhibitionist too, then by all means enjoy them watching us fuck,” he joked, making you laugh. “Don’t forget, if you need me to stop at anytime for any reason, just give me three quick taps,” he demonstrated, tapping your thigh. “Don’t worry about the filming, they can always edit and piece things back together if needed. This is all for you and I want you to enjoy yourself. Oh and happy birthday by the way! It’s today right?”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “Thank you.”

“Ok, so we’ll just start the scene with some kissing and light touches, and when I feel you’re ready I’ll signal the camera man, he’ll call action, and then we'll be recording.”

“Sounds good,” you nodded your head. He had made you feel so comfortable and relaxed the last bit of nervousness you chalked up to just being slightly star struck; You never thought in a million years you’d get this opportunity.

“Ready?,” he pressed his forehead to yours, staring directly into your eyes, the corners of his mouth turned up into the most alluring devilish grin. 

“Ready,” you echoed back, biting your lip trying to suppress a needy whine. God you were always such a sucker for his killer eye contact in his films, and now you were the one his eyes were soul fucking. You’re heart pounded with excited anticipation as Colson’s face drew nearer to your own. He lightly held your chin as he pressed his lips to yours, parting them to introduce his tongue. It was a welcome greeting, cut short by the breathy “oh fuck ” that involuntarily slipped from your lips.

“”You good?” He laughed softly, a small puff of air the only thing separating your mouths; your foreheads still touching. 

“More...than good,” you spoke in a short choppy sentence trying to compose yourself. 

“That’s what I like to hear,” he smirked against your lips, continuing to kiss you. 

You melted into his kisses— slow and gentle at first,  increasing in intensity as he carried on. When he nipped at your bottom lip with a low groan, you lost all innocence, shifting positions to straddle his lap. You gripped the back of his head, as he kissed you and rolled your hips against him, demanding more. And that’s when he knew … that you were ready.  He quickly signaled to the cameraman with a thumbs up, and “Action” was called. 

His hand slipped down from your chin, settling on the highest part of your neck just under your jaw, his fingers squeezing at your pulse points on either side. Roughly he turned your head to the side with a push of his thumb and his mouth began mauling your neck with an appetite for lust, leaving blooming raspberry patches along the descending path of flesh that lead to your breasts. With one hand he expertly undid the front clasp of your red lace bra and took in the sight of you.

 “Perfect,” he whispered into your flesh with a growl, taking one breast  in each hand as he licked between them, keeping his eyes locked on yours. You slid the silky straps of your lingerie over your shoulders, letting it fall, as he took turns going back and forth between each breast treating each of your nipples to light suction and a pleasurable nibble. You let out a moan at his actions and again rolled your hips in his lap, pressing yourself against the hardening bulge inside his dress pants. “Needy are we?” He teased swiftly  spinning you around so your back was to his chest. He dug his chin into your shoulder peering over it as he snatched up the crotch of your panties roughly, tugging the material up between your lips . You canted your hips up chasing after the friction of the coarse fabric against your clit. “You like that, huh?” He pulled them harsher. 

“Mmmm, yes” you squeaked out, nodding your head.

“Yeah, I bet you do,” he growled nipping at your neck. “Look at this pretty pussy,” he shoved the material to the side exposing you, letting his fingers explore your folds as he pleased. “You want my cock right in here huh?” His voice was so gravelly and low as he slipped a finger inside you, only to quickly pull it back out, teasing you. “Taste yourself,” he brought the finger to your mouth. You wrapped your lips around it, as he slid it further into your mouth, his long fingers slipping down the back of your throat. “Oh, god, yes!” He exclaimed impressed by how you didn’t even gag. “Tell ya what—“ he paused to add a second finger to your mouth, continuing to talk as you sucked “If you can suck my dick as good as that—“   he then pulled them back out of your mouth. “I might just have to fuck you right in here too,” he shoved his spit slicked fingers into your ass.

“Yes, fuck, please!” You whined, wiggling your hips, wanting his fingers deeper.  

“You like that? Huh. You dirty little anal whore!” He grabbed your neck with his free hand, keeping you pinned back against him, the fingers of his other hand still moving inside you.

“Yes, yes! I am,” you strained to speak. “Please, please fuck my ass!” You whined impatiently with pleasure. You never heard yourself sound so needy and desperate in your life.

“You sound you pretty when you beg, but you're gonna have to earn it first,” he demanded pulling out his fingers,  leaving you feeling empty. Quickly, you dropped to your knees in front of the couch as Colson got up standing before you. You waited impatiently while Colson unbuckled his belt above you. Once undone he yanked the belt free from the loops with a satisfying ‘whoosh’ that made you pulse between your thighs. You desperately clawed his pants and boxers  down his legs like a feral cat in heat as Colson brought the tip to your mouth, still holding onto his belt in the other. “Open!,” he demanded. “Goooood,” he growled in praise as you did what you were told. You reached up to grab it but ,“no hands!” he smacked them away, and then secured them behind your back with his belt. “Let’s try this again, open!” He spoke harshly. You obliged, opening wide. “Tongue” he barked.  You let it hang from your mouth with anticipation; eager breaths rolling down it like a panting dog eyeing a steak. He teased you, slapping his cock against your tongue before shoving it fully into your mouth. Your eyes prickled with tears as you fought your gag reflex, taking him down your throat. He held your head in place with one hand , the tip of your nose pressed flush against the coarse hair of his pelvis, as he hunched his body forward over yours untying the sides of your G-string. It slipped from your body leaving you completely nude. Colson smacked your ass, then gripped it harshly, making it jiggle for him before finally standing straight up and pulling his hips back to let you come up for air. 

“Huuuuuuhhhh,” you inhaled sharply gasping for breath, letting oxygen penetrate deep into your lungs before Colson stuffed your mouth again. Mascara ran down your hollowed out cheeks as you sucked. You started pulling back out of instinct when you began to gag but Colson held you in place. 

“No, keep it in your mouth,” he instructed condescendingly, looking down at you. “Just a little longer” he promised. You tried your best, Colson letting out a throaty moan every time your raw, used throat constricted around him as he fucked into it. “Mmmgghh,” he groaned, pulling out of your mouth “Goooood girl,” he praised with a smirk, before bending down to give you a sloppy kiss, swapping mouthfuls of saliva. Just as he pulled away he let a long string of collected spit slip from his pursed lips and into your open mouth, where you eagerly accepted it, moaning as you swallowed it down. 

 You let out a breathy “awhhh” as you opened your mouth again, wiggling your tongue enticingly. 

“Such a dirty, fucking whore,” he bent down again and spat directly in your face. He smeared it all over your face with his hand before grabbing you by the neck, pulling you to your feet. “Turn around,” he ordered. You did as he said and Colson undid his belt from around your wrists. Before you even had a chance to soothe your sore wrists with a rub, Colson spun you around and pushed you down onto your back on the couch, your ass teetering on the edge of the red leather cushion. “Spread yourself for me,” he instructed, as he pumped himself. Again you did as you were told; you pulled your legs up, wrapping an arm around each thigh, holding them back as you parted your opening with your fingers.  “God, you’re so fucking wet.” He teased the head of his cock through the glistening mess on display for him. 

“Fuck me,” you said in an inpatient huff, staring into his eyes. 

“Awhhh, yessss,” he groaned out, slack jawed as he sank into you

“Ohhh, shit,” you screamed out , face twisted in pleasure, your eyes slipping shut, at the feeling of him burying himself deep in your cunt.

“Open your eyes. Look at me!” He spoke harshly, cupping your face in his hands as he thrust. You opened your eyes, trying to focus on his, but your vision was  spotted by the intensity of it all. “Feel good?” He pressed his forehead to yours just as he’d done earlier , starring directly into the windows to your soul as he fucked you. You nodded the best you could, but that wasn’t good enough for him. “Words, I want words. Say yes!”

“Yes.. yes,” you responded breathily, biting at your lip.

“Yeah, Mmmghhh, that’s it. Fuck, I like it when you use your words”  he moaned , shifting himself to be more upright. He then spit on the tips of his fingers and brought them to your clit and began rubbing it furiously, his cock still destroying you.

“OH Fuck!” You cried out, wiggling and bucking your hips. 

“You gonna fucking stay still? He roughly grabbed your face, squeezing your cheeks. You nodded your head, trying your best to calm your body’s erratic, pleasure driven movements as he thrust. “Words!” He spat, his hand letting go of your face only to connect it to your cheek again with a quick, yet harsh slap.

“Shit! ...Yes!” You corrected yourself once again, Your body was  loving how aggressive he was getting the longer he fucked you and he could tell;  spitting at and striking your face again.

“Turn over!”  He ordered, abruptly pulling out. “Hands on the back of the couch.” He roughly assisted you in turning around , and you placed your hands where instructed. You arched your back and pushed your ass out waiting for him to re enter you from the new position. “This is where you really want it, huh?” He teased his cock over your asshole. 

“Yes!,” you remembered to use your words this time.

“You’re a dirty little fucking anal whore, aren’t you? He asked, he question sounding a lot more like a statement. “Let me hear you said it.” He applied pressure to your hole with the tip, as he yanked back a fist full of your hair.

“I’m a dirty little fucking anal whore!,” you repeated desperately pushing back against him.

“Mmmghh!, That you are!” He confirmed with a groan, snapping hips hips forward, quickly entering you. 

“Uhhhhh, Oh my God!” You exclaimed at the feeling. You never fully understood why you enjoyed anal as much as you did, perhaps it was the pleasurable fullness, the taboo aspect, the fact that you were one of the few woman who were into it, or the way so many men were obsessed with it , and the look on their face when they found out you were more than willing to take it up the ass, but you absolutely loved it, and this time was no different. Every jack hammered thrust brought you closer and closer to the edge, especially when Colson reached around to between your legs adding the friction of his fingers to your clit. The sensation of your ass being stuffed combined with his  touch was the perfect recipe for orgasm and you felt it building every time his cock slid in and out. 

“Yeah, cum for me,” he could feel you tightening around him. His words perfectly in sync with the  jolt of pleasure boiling over in your abdomen and ripping through you with vast intensity. A series of explitives and sounds you’ve never heard yourself make, flew from you lips as your body went boneless under Colson. He quickly pulled out, turned you back over and came across your face with a few pumps of his hand. He collapsed to the side of you briefly, before tugging you off the couch and onto your knees. “I’m not done with you just yet,” he spoke out of breath taking his softening dick in his hand. Your eyes lit up, you knew what he was referring too— the only thing on your list of wants he hadn’t included yet. “Say ahhh!”

“Ahhh,” you echoed the request, letting his golden stream fill your mouth, splash off your tongue and dribble down your chin and body. You giggled, piss spilling from your smile as you looked up at him, all your fantasies now fulfilled. 

“Annnd cut!” Called the director. A few stage hands scrambled to bring you both a towel and small refreshments. “Almost done, just gonna get you guys a little cleaned up, rehydrated, let you catch your breath a bit, and then film the little quick, post scene interview. 

“Ok,” you both answered.

Colson tossed his towel over his shoulders and reached out his hand to you “You, good?” He asked with a faint laugh , watching your hand shake as you drank your water.

“Yeah,” you answered letting him pull you up onto the couch. 

“You were amazing,” he said, rubbing your back. He knew the come down from the adrenal rush of scenes could be taxing, especially from rough ones . “You —“

“Ready,” the director interrupted, cutting him short, and immediately pressing record. “So how was it?” the director focused the camera on you first. 

“Oh my god.. mind blowing,” you answered , still out of breath, adjusting your towel. 

“And you?” The director turned the camera to Colson.

“ Absolutely amazing. She was a natural. I’d love to work with her again.”

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[47crayons]

so, you want to write a musician?

about me: i play viola and have experience in symphony orchestras, string orchestras, string quartets (+ a few other small ensembles), and solo performances. i've done some light composition, and have friends/family who play other instruments. while my musical history is extensive, by no means do i know everything or speak for everyone.

this guide will focus on classical music/how to portray classical musicians and things that aren't as easily researched.

quick overview of instruments in a typical symphony orchestra

upper strings (violin, viola), lower strings (cello, (double) bass; i've seen viola included here too, but it's more commonly classified as upper strings)

strings also technically includes harp and piano

woodwinds (flute, oboe, clarinet, bassoon)

depending on instrumentation, they may also have piccolo, english horn, bass clarinet, contrabassoon

saxophones are not traditionally in symphony orchestras due to it being a relative newer instrument! but this is changing because more contemporary composes are including sax parts

brass (trumpet, trombone, bass trombone, tuba, euphonium)

percussion (depends heavily on instrumentation, but common instruments are bass drum, timpani, snare, crash cymbal, xylophone, marimba)

some things you should research

where the hands are supposed to go!! i'd recommend you look at pictures of professionals in orchestra settings (ny phil, cso, berlin phil are all top tier). some musicians *coughs at yoyo ma* have less than perfect posture when they're performing solos (for the same reasons famous authors can break "rules")

necessary equipment including reeds, rockstops, different kinds of sticks/mallets, rosin, mouth pieces for whatever instrument you're writing

common misconceptions

loose/photocopied sheet music is not aesthetic—it's annoying and impossible to keep organized. folders and binders are fairly common especially when managing multiple ensembles.

original copies are often expensive and required to perform a piece (legally) for profit or otherwise (though i know a few people who have bent this rule)

not all performers are good composers (i myself have very little formal music theory training), but many composers have performance histories.

not all musicians can sing.

perfect pitch is both a blessing and a curse. notes can be slightly lower/higher but in tune with the context of the piece, which drives people with perfect pitch insane.

having perfect pitch does not guarantee someone will be a prodigy, and people don't need perfect pitch to be a talented musician.

drama in ensembles does exist, but it rarely gets in the way of rehearsal. same thing goes for good friends: if your characters have even a shred of common sense, they aren't going to be talking/messing around during rehearsal.

instruments (especially good ones) are extremely expensive. people very rarely store instruments on the wall or other displays for fear of falling.

instruments are very picky and require tuning every time. every time! it doesn't take long anyway. temperature and humidity can and will make instruments go out of tune or damage your instrument if not properly stored.

some people listen exclusively to classical music, but in my experience, that's definitely not the majority

like with anything, most musicians struggle with self doubt at one point or another.

musician culture

getting excited when we hear a piece we recognize

getting frustrated because we can't remember the name of the piece (after all, no lyrics to search)

being horrified when a non-musician actor is playing a musician. yes, we notice. yes, it's obvious.

if people are joking, it's likely to be about: violas (a quick search for "viola jokes" will tell you all you need to know) or trumpets (a reputation for being overly loud, playing and not)

putting stickers (places they toured, their orchestra, or just purely decorative) on cases is common, but not for everyone. same goes for pictures (of family, past concerts, or anything) on the inside.

scrambling for a pencil when the conductor says to mark something. pencils are a musicians best friend :D

asking (and forgetting) how to split double stops/two parts at the same time. sometimes one stand partner will play the top while the other plays the bottom, and sometimes this is split stand by stand.

this has NEVER resulted in a sexual top/bottom joke. please just. don't. also no g string jokes. it's just unrealistic.

awaiting the obligatory "it's one week before our concert, and you sound like this?!" lecture

not talking about music 100% of the time!!! they have lives outside of music (most of them, at least /j). especially to close friends, music is probably not going to be a conversation topic unless something is out of the ordinary (high stress, something funny from rehearsal, etc.)

bragging/talking about how often they practice is generally not welcomed. great, but other people don't need to hear it!

stages are hot and bright. there's no way a performer can see someone in the audience with the possible exception of the first row.

practicing

three words for you: love. hate. relationship.

slow practice (like really slow lots of people recommend half speed; good for focusing on the right notes, tone, phrasing, smooth transitions)

metronome practice (while playing, it's not annoying at all! it's helpful and requires a lot of focus; when NOT playing, it's annoying and loud because it needs to be heard over the playing)

drone practice (having a machine/website/another person play one note in the background; good for tuning and scales)

and too many more for me to detail

auditions

ensembles may have entrance auditions to determine who gets in and seating auditions to determine placement within the section.

adrenaline does not make us play better; it just makes us make mistakes. and then thinking about those mistakes causes more mistakes.

some instruments, especially those with less repertoire, have common excerpts that come up frequently (i can think of one in particular that i've played for three separate auditions this year).

stopping/starting over is not recommended ever, but if you do, it has to be 10x better. most audition judges aren't looking for perfection!! they want to see how your character can keep going after messing up.

sight reading (being given new music, having ~30 seconds to look at it, being asked to play) is never perfect. i don't care how talented your character is; if they think they nailed it, they aren't experienced enough to see all the phrasing/dynamics that they didn't incorporate. no one gets sight reading perfect!!!

perhaps most importantly, musicians are not all the same! they enjoy it for a number of different reasons and have diverse and interesting lives outside of music!!! more information about specific instrument groups under the cut :)

strings

callouses. with the exception of pianists, most string players (and especially professional ones) have callouses where they press down/pluck the strings. i also have one on my right thumb where i hold my bow. cellists and bassists might have them on their left thumb from playing higher notes in thumb position.

hickeys are also fairly common, though only some people get them. upper strings will get these by under their left jaw. cellists may have one from the wooden body resting on their sternum. some people (including hilary hahn and many many others) use a cloth for comfort and to prevent hickeys.

few people want a hickey, but it might suit a character who is constantly trying to prove themselves.

our fingers do not "glide" anywhere. you can get cuts/"string-burns" from pressing down too hard when shifting. cuts like those are the only reason someone's fingers will bleed, and it's rarer than you think.

upper strings are more prone to back/neck problems from the way they hold their instruments on one side. see also: shoulder pain.

finger cramps happen. they aren't too common, but most if not all strings have experienced at least one.

pianos require tuning every few years or else the chords will be out of tune. few pianists can tune their own instrument because of how complicated it is.

piano parts/accompaniments will have so. many. pages. a page turner may sit on the right of the pianist to turn the page.

woodwinds & brass

spit. so much spit. some instruments clean afterwards with a cloth; others have a spit valve which is as gross as it sounds.

proper embouchure, or how a musician uses the muscles in their face/lips, is tiring, and people actually get strong cheek muscles. they can also easily turn red, but it varies based on a person's facial complexion. see also: good lung capacity.

flute and piccolo are not dainty. piccolo requires as much air as a tuba. an old teacher of mine almost passed out playing piccolo when she was in college.

flutes and piccolos are high, but often not shrill depending on the level of the ensemble.

reeds last a few weeks (less if your character plays for hours a day) and can be expensive to buy.

keys and valves can get sticky especially on older instruments which can result in the wrong note or bad tone.

saxes, clarinets, flutes are more likely to "honk" on low notes.

oboes are more likely to feel "wispy" on high notes.

articulation comes from the tongue, especially for brass instruments, and conductors may ask for "tah" "pah" or "wah" sounds depending on the style of the piece.

percussion

callouses from the friction between hands and sticks/mallets.

there are so many types of sticks and mallets!!! make sure to take a look at what materials are good for what instruments/sounds.

cymbals, triangle, and bass drum are not easy to play, even though they look simple.

percussionists with the exception of timpani may play more than one instrument during a piece, and they're constantly moving around in the back during their rests.

percussion instruments are too expensive for most people to have everything they ever play. practice pads are very common in place of these instruments.

ability to play one instrument doesn't translate to different instruments. for example, many percussionists don't have experience playing set/drum set.

some of the things detailed here are heavily glossed over, so if you have any questions, i'd always be happy to talk about it with you; i may not have answers, but i will try to help as best i can!!!

since you read this far, have my favorite viola joke.

what's the difference between a violist and a large pizza?

a large pizza can feed a family of four :)

tagging some people who showed interest: @writing-is-a-martial-art @ashen-crest @kg-willie @owilder

#writing advice #writing resources #writing reference #music #wow this absolutely consumed me