#I thought of more and had to come back to edit things...

[emeraldserenade]

hiii i have a request!

bob floyd x reader who is also in the dagger squad, and the team goes to the beach to hang out and play volleyball and bob gets flustered seeing reader in a swimsuit

<3

Beach Bikini ~ Robert "Bob" Floyd

synopsis: All it took was once day at the beach in a bikini, but Robert Floyd was all yours

tw: fem!reader, reader's call sign is Star, reader wears a bikini, Bob throws reader over his shoulder (that man is strong and people can fight me over that), suggestive, barely edited.

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

Hi!! I love this idea so much!! This is my first Bob Floyd request!! This is also somehow my shortest Bob Floyd fic???

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Staying in San Diego has it's perks, the constant friends were probably the best part. Yet, you guys never ended up at the beach since the first time with Pete. You were never one to suggest to go, but you had just gotten a new two piece and wanted to wear it. Plus, you'd get really nice tan lines. So you did the only thing you could think of to get everyone to the beach. "Hangman, get everyone to agree to go to the beach, and I'll wear a bikini," you told him after cornering him in a random hallway. He was literally against a wall with you standing so close the toes of your boots were meeting for a little kiss.

"Seriously?" He gave you a once over. You knew ever since he saw you in the tennis skirt and tank top you wore once to bowling, he wanted to see more. You also knew he knew that unless your endless crush on Robert Floyd just suddenly disappeared, he had no chance.

"Mhm, but everyone has to go," you told him, spinning on your heel to leave. You knew you would get to wear your new swimsuit and you couldn't wait.

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You found yourself in your coverup walking down the sand to the group you called your friends. They had taken up residence by the volleyball net and you saw that the guys were already in a game. "Hey, Phoenix!" You called over, still a good couple feet away.

"Hey, Star!" Natasha called back.

You had a pretty smile painted on your face and Bob swore his heart stopped. Sure, he had seen you smile before but there was something different about this one. Maybe it's because you were being lit by the sun or maybe it was because Bob's infatuation with you was getting too hard to ignore. But the flowy sundress you wore to cover the swimsuit you were probably wearing and the sunglasses you had perched on the bridge of your nose, made Bob have less than gentlemanly thoughts.

"Yo! Bob! Pay attention!" Mickey yelled, breaking Bob from his thoughts.

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You hadn't taken the sundress off since you were too busy watching the boys play volleyball, but soon you and Natasha were being added to the game. "Hold on a minute!" You yelled over, pulling your sundress off.

"Well, shit, y/n!" Jake loudly announced as you dropped the dress. You smiled to yourself, Jake had never called you by your given name.

"What? You like it?" You questioned as you walked over, the dark green bikini covered just enough to be tasteful but showed enough to be suggestive.

"Me liking it is an understatement," Jake told you as you walked past him for the other side of the net.

"Then don't get distracted," you shrugged. "Actually, do get distracted. I want to win."

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The game went by smoothly, you didn't catch Bob staring at you but you did catch Jake. You would laugh every time he missed the ball when you would purposefully place yourself in his eyesight. "I'm going to the water, have fun!" You called to the others as you left the game.

"I'll come with you," Bob said from the other side of the net, making the teams even again. You two walked down the beach together, your hands lightly brushing against each others. "You, uh, look nice," Bob said and you smiled over at him.

"Thanks, so do you," you returned the compliment, trying not to look at him.

"Seems like Jake likes you back too," Bob said it so casually it made your head spin.

"What? Jake? No!" You feebly argued, the heat and the stare from Bob making your brain slow down a bit. "I don't like Jake, I like you!" You slapped your hands over your mouth.

"You, you like me?"

"I thought it was obvious," you mumbled, toeing the sand. "I just assumed you knew and didn't say anything because you didn't like me back," you admitted, scared now that you didn't think you knew his feelings.

"What? No, I do like you," Bob argued back and you stared at him with wide eyes.

"So, do you like my swimsuit? I bought it specifically to show off to you," you admitted lowly, giving him a slow spin. You weren't even in the water yet, your skin still sun warmed. Bob just watched you with heavy lidded and lust filled eyes hidden behind his frames, there was a slow nod from him before he reached out and threw you over his shoulder. "Robert Floyd!" Your shout called the attention of everyone else. They watched as Bob walked with you over his shoulder, swooped down to grab your things, before leaving the beach with you.

"Get it, girl!" Natasha yelled at you as you placed your hand on Bob's lower back to push your head up to stop the rush of blood to it. Your nails slightly dug into his back and you heard him groan at it. You dug your nails even a little bit harder with a smirk on your face.

"You're going to pay for that," Bob threw you off his shoulder to pull you into a bruising kiss, the hoots and hollers of your friends fading into the background as he gripped your hips tight.

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[whatifitis]

♡ to build a home - LN 4 ♡

Summary: You're beginning to build a life with Lando. One of the steps you were excited for the most was building a home with him. So when it's time to finally start furnishing the house... let's just say we're glad everyone got to keep their fingers.

WC: 950

CW: fluff, two idiots in love trying to use their shared braincell..., not proofread

-=+=-

It’s finally time! A chapter in your life you were waiting for for so long. Not just building a life with your favorite person, but building a home with them too. You and Lando recently bought a home together and were excited to finally decorate it after having renovated it yourselves. 

The two of you (mainly just you) spent ages on pinterest and various furniture websites, trying to put together an aesthetically pleasing home that could also make the environment feel homey and warm, something Lando had lived without for so long, well, at least until you joined his life. From the day you’d met, his life suddenly seemed brighter and warmer, like he’d been living in a plain, grey world prior. 

After some conflicts and adjustments to the mood board, you both had settled on some furniture that you both loved. Some things were ordered to the house while the others were picked up in the store by you and Lando. Lando, of course, insisted on helping because 1. It could be some nice bonding time since he’s away a lot and 2. He’s a “Big strong man” who can help you carry everything… In other words, he was afraid another man would come to your rescue and steal you away. But that would never happen. 

As you awaited everything you’d ordered, your home still only held a mattress, Lando’s gaming set up and boxes that were filled with various objects. One of those boxes held your collection of books. Your collection grew through the years as you got older, the collection expanding a lot quicker since you and Lan had started dating. Everytime he traveled without you, he would stop by a bookstore and get you a book. Whether it be a special edition of a book or just something he thought you’d like, he always came back with one to add to your collection. 

“Baby.” Lando called to you, jumping onto the mattress where you laid. 

“Baby.” you reply. 

“I was thinking-”

Sitting up fast and gasping, “You can do that?”

Lando’s jaw dropped, “Rude?! You know what? Nevermind.” begins to stand up to walk away, hiding a smile. 

“No! Come on, baby. I was joking. Tell me what you were thinking.” you say, pulling his arm so that he falls over top of you on the bed. 

“Fine. Only cause I love you so much.” the man says, receiving several kisses from you that scatter his face. 

“I love you too. Now, tell me.”

“Do you wanna go to ikea? I know we ordered most of the furniture or we’re going to some stores in person but we need to get some bookshelves for your books. We can get to building them today and putting away the books.” he says, moving to stand, “That way we can clear a few boxes and we’ll have more room for activities.” he says as he pranced around the room, twirling in the air as if he was a dancer. 

You laugh at the show before you, being eternally grateful for his existence and the chaos he brings with him, “That sounds amazing, Lan. We can go now. That way we’re not up late trying to put together the bookshelves.” 

“How hard can putting together bookshelves be?”

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Lando and you took the opportunity to enjoy the day to the fullest. The sun was out so you guys drove with the windows down, blasting some Taylor Swift and singing your hearts out to each other. 

Although the drive was fun, the same can’t be said for the adventure in Ikea… The two of you got lost for 5 hours inside of the Ikea. And don’t ask how, cause not even God knows how the two of you got lost, though it might have to do with the fact that you guys share a brain cell…

Eventually, with the help of an Ikea employee, the two of you made it out to the other side, half tempted to kiss the ground once you saw the sun again. 

-=+=-

Finally, after a stop at Mcdonalds for some dinner, the two of you were safe and sound at home, cutting open the boxes that contained the pieces of wood to build the bookshelves. As Lando was unboxing the pieces, he began throwing things about, not paying any mind to what was going where. 

“Lan, calm down. We’re gonna lose the instructions if you keep doing that.” 

“Pish posh. Who needs instructions for bookshelves? It’s easy. I built that desk myself with no instructions.” he says, pointing to the desk that holds his gaming set up… the most basic table to have ever existed. 

You put your hands on your hips as you exhale loudly, “Lan, that table has 5 pieces total…”

“And? I still did it. Ya know why? Cause I’m super smart and super strong. I don’t need the instructions… Now… where do we start…?” he says as he rests his hands on his hips, squinting as the mess of screws and panels of wood he scattered on the floor. 

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Building a bookshelf was NOT as easy and Lando claimed it would be. Not only were the instructions missing, but Lando kept insisting he didn’t need them. You tried to help him but it felt as if the pieces kept moving on their own. You felt like the boys in the Maze Runner, trying to figure out the pattern of the maze changes every night. 

It’s been two hours since anyones spoken… so it startles you when he breaks the silence, “How… is the bookshelf… inside out…?”

“It’s 9pm… and we still haven’t finished the first bookshelf… we have 6 more to build…”

“FUCK”

[4barbatos]

✦ forgive me, father (for i came)

venti x dahlia x fem!reader

then had a ménage à trois ...last friday night .ᐟ

cw: threesome (dom!venti & dom!dahlia x sub!fem!reader), spit-roasting, overstimulation, light dumbification, degradation and praise, blasphemous religious themes, rough sex, oral (receiving + giving), light choking, name-calling, drunken decisions, semi-public buildup, reader being very very down bad. idek atp it’s unholy.

a/n: jesus. this fic nearly took me out 😭 had to do actual research on what goes down at an american party bc obviously i’m not american (if u thought i was…… respectfully get out). also i was gonna post this at 2am but i deadass fell asleep mid-edit while “last friday night” was blasting in my left ear.

had this festering in my drafts for like a week because my brain refused to cooperate. finishing it felt like fighting for my life in the trenches, but i’m glad i pushed through bc i kinda love it??? dahlia being a repressed religious perv is sooo real to me. venti has a god complex and i’m not stopping him. man thinks he invented pleasure. praise be. 

also! modern college au, everyone’s legal and consenting, and ready to make terrible decisions <3 

you didn’t even wanna come to this party. 

like, genuinely. you had an exam next week, a half-written paper, and a half-dead social battery. the last thing you needed was to be shoulder-to-shoulder with a bunch of horny undergrads blasting katy perry like it was 2010 and shame didn’t exist.

but your roommate was hot and persuasive and already four shots in when she started dragging you by the wrist.

“i swear,” she slurred, her glitter eyeshadow half-smudged and confidence turned all the way up to eleven, “you need to get dicked down or at least dance, girl.”

you brought a water bottle and wore a thrifted denim short. crop top optional, dignity minimal. you figured you’d hover around the snacks, say no to three drinks, and dip early with your gpa intact.

you weren’t expecting to find god.

or rather — two boys who made you forget him completely.

it started off normal. crowded house, colored leds, somebody grinding to a weeknd remix in the living room. your roommate disappeared ten minutes in, presumably to go make out with that guy from her econ class who looked like he cried after sex.

you were posted by the kitchen counter with your “water” (spiked, probably) and a vague plan to ghost as soon as someone tried to rope you into flip cup.

suddenly you heard a familiar voice, buried under the bass and drunk laughter. something warm and deep, with a laugh you remembered a little too well — like the echo of a bad idea, like the first sip of communion wine that was definitely not grape juice.

you turned your head, scanning through the haze of neon lights and sweaty bodies until you saw him.

“wait,” you said, freezing mid-step. “is that—”

you blinked through the crowd. tilted your head. no fucking way.

“dahlia?”

and like some kind of divine punishment, he looked up right as you said it. head tilted. curls a little longer now. smile the same. pretty as always, just older — more grown into himself. less sunday choir, more sunday morning regret.

you stared. he stared back.

and he smiled. slow. familiar.

“holy shit,” you mumbled. “literal church boy dahlia. the pervert.”

your friend turned her head, already halfway through her third drink. “the what?”

you grinned, cheeks flushed. “he used to moan during prayer.”

she choked. “you’re kidding.”

“senior youth retreat. i was there. it was dark.”

you didn’t mean to talk to him again. not really.

you were supposed to be getting more water — in the loosest sense of the word — and maybe scoping out the snacks before your roommate dared someone to dance on the dining table. but somehow, you ended up pressed near the kitchen counter with him, sipping vodka-disguised hydration and laughing a little too easily against the tune of an early-2000s party playlist.

like the past didn’t hum under your skin.

like you hadn’t spent whole years pretending you didn’t think about his lips when you closed your eyes.

“you still go to church?” you asked, voice looser now, a little slow from the alcohol. your eyes flicked down to the rosary slung around his neck, a glint of silver nestled above exposed collarbones. the chain dipped beneath his half-unbuttoned shirt — a silk one, of course, because dahlia didn’t know how to dress normally.

“every sunday,” he said, tilting his head, elbow resting behind you like he always needed to trap you somewhere. “confession, too.”

you raised a brow. “must be a long-ass session.”

he grinned. “only when i think of you.”

you choked. coughed. wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

“you’re disgusting,” you muttered, trying not to smile. “jesus wept.”

“probably because you wore that skirt to sunday school.”

you gave him a look. “you wore fishnets to a baptism.”

“we all have our moments.”

you snorted, flicking his arm. “blasphemous freak.”

he leaned in, mouth close to your ear, voice low: “missed you too, sweetheart.”

you were about to recover — really — when a new voice cut in. higher, smoother, soaked in flirt and casual sin.

“hey,” someone drawled, “who’s your friend?”

you turned your head.

and immediately forgot how to breathe.

the boy standing there looked like temptation had crawled out of a lana del rey song and decided to make itself fashion. crop top riding dangerously high on his waist. eyeliner smudged like he’d fucked and cried in it. messy red eyeshadow painted over his lids like sin. earrings glinting with every lazy tilt of his head. thigh chains. layered necklaces. a smile like he already knew every filthy thought in your head and was ready to make it worse.

he looked at you like a cat watching something twitch.

“venti,” dahlia muttered beside you, voice already tight. “this is y/n.”

venti’s eyes didn’t leave your face. “oh. hi.”

your brain short-circuited.

he tilted his head, smile curling. slow. knowing.

your heart did a little skip. then maybe a cartwheel. maybe a confessional-level sin.

you didn’t answer. you couldn’t. you blinked, twice, trying to remember how words worked.

venti’s gaze dragged down and up in one unashamed sweep — not even pretending to be subtle. when his eyes met yours again, they sparkled. and then he smiled wider.

dahlia rolled his eyes so hard it looked like a prayer for patience. “she’s mine.”

you scoffed immediately. “she’s not,” you said, turning fully toward him — maybe too quick. maybe too flustered.

venti was still watching you, smug like he’d already won. 

your knees wobbled. traitors.

dahlia noticed. of course he did. he stepped in closer, hand ghosting over your hip like he had to remind both of you where you used to belong.

“you’re drunk,” he muttered, low.

“so are you,” you shot back, voice breathier than you wanted.

venti’s grin sharpened like a knife. “i’m sober enough to know i’d make her feel better than your holy hands ever could.”

he took a sip from his red solo cup, and when a drop slipped past his lip, he caught it with his tongue.

your soul left your body.

dahlia made a sound halfway between a scoff and a growl. “you’re going to hell.”

venti shrugged, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “with her? gladly.”

you exhaled. shaky. already fucked in the head. already thinking about what it’d be like to be ruined between them — choir boy and chaos incarnate.

you had a paper due monday. a hangover waiting to ambush you. a party full of strangers that wouldn’t notice you disappearing.

and god definitely wasn’t here tonight. 

“so,” venti said, stepping closer — dangerously closer — until your shoulder nearly brushed his. he smelled like wine and spearmint and something sweet you couldn’t name. “what brings a girl like you to a party like this?”

“roommate dragged me,” you replied, trying to sound casual. your voice came out thinner than expected. “i have an exam next week.”

“mm. you study hard?”

“i try to.”

he smiled like you just handed him ammunition. “you look like you need a break.”

“she doesn’t need your kind of break,” dahlia muttered, shifting beside you. his palm skimmed the curve of your waist, familiar and territorial.

venti, unbothered, leaned past you to grab a bottle off the counter — something green and half-empty — and poured a finger of it into his cup. he offered it to you with a smirk.

you didn’t take it.

“i’m already drunk,” you said.

“so am i,” he replied, “and yet i’m still making excellent choices.”

“this isn’t an excellent choice,” dahlia said, tugging you a little closer.

“what, sharing a drink or stealing your girl?”

you almost choked.

“i’m not his girl,” you said.

dahlia’s fingers tensed.

venti’s eyes glittered. “well, if you’re not his… can i have you?”

you blinked at him.

and maybe it was the alcohol. maybe it was the way he was smiling like he’d already won. maybe it was the ghost of dahlia’s breath on your neck, the memory of his hands under your skirt at sixteen, the fact that you felt so alive for the first time in weeks —

but you said it. blame the devil, the vodka, the look in venti’s eyes. you said it anyway.

“are you two gonna keep talking,” you asked, voice low, “or are you gonna fuck me?”

a beat of stunned silence.

then —

“dibs,” venti said, instantly, voice light but laced with something that made your spine straighten. “i call dibs.”

“you can’t call dibs,” dahlia snapped, sharp and bristling. “she’s not some fucking prize.”

venti only smiled, stepping closer with that same lazy, dangerous charm. “sure feels like i’m winning something.”

“i talked to her first.”

“you also tried to claim her like a parking space,” venti shot back, glancing at you with a knowing gleam. “she said no, remember?”

you blinked up at them, half amused, half unhinged, stomach doing flips and thighs already pressing tight.

“jesus,” you muttered, “this is the worst threesome negotiation ever.”

venti leaned down a little, voice dropping as he looked you straight in the eye. “oh, love. this isn’t negotiation. this is foreplay.”

you might’ve blacked out for a second. just a little.

then dahlia was suddenly behind you, crowding close enough for his chest to press against your back, one hand low on your waist, mouth right next to your ear.

“say the word,” he murmured, “and i’ll take you upstairs right now. don’t even have to look at him.”

venti hummed. “but she wants to. don’t you, pretty thing?”

you turned to look at him.

his tongue was running along the edge of his bottom lip, slow and knowing, fingers playing with one of his necklaces. he was watching you like a dare. like he already knew what decision you were going to make.

your mouth went dry. your body didn’t.

“you’re both,” you said, exhaling, “so fucking annoying.”

“but hot,” venti reminded, cocky.

“and talented,” dahlia added, already pulling you subtly toward the hallway. “you remember.”

venti’s hand was on your other wrist before you realized it, cool and confident. “i promise i’m better.”

you didn’t even know who led you up the stairs — one of them pushed the door open, the other tugged you inside, both of them crowding close as the music faded behind a slam and the click of a lock.

heat. hands.

someone’s mouth on your neck. someone else’s fingers at the hem of your shorts.

“dibs on her mouth,” venti said, already dropping to his knees, smiling like the devil as he looked up at you.

“you’re such a slut,” dahlia muttered — but he let go.

“i am,” venti grinned, tugging your hips closer. “and she’s about to be, too.”

you barely had time to breathe.

venti’s hands were already gliding up your thighs, warm and smooth, dragging your shorts and underwear down in one practiced, greedy motion. the grin never left his face. not even when he kissed the inside of your knee and said, in the sweetest voice you’d ever heard:

“hold still for me, baby. gonna make you sing.”

you almost said something smart — almost — but then his mouth was on you, and the words evaporated. tongue hot, slow, teasing. his thumbs held your thighs open with a surprisingly firm grip, and then he moaned into your pussy like he’d just tasted something divine.

your knees buckled.

“fuck,” you gasped, one hand shooting out blindly until it hit dahlia’s arm. you curled your fingers into his shirt. “oh my god—”

“told you she’d sound pretty,” venti murmured against your cunt, before licking another long stripe up the center and flicking your clit with his tongue.

“and i told you to shut up,” dahlia muttered, but his voice was hoarse. his hand found the back of your neck, thumb stroking the edge of your jaw as he leaned in to kiss your temple. “you like his mouth, baby?”

you whimpered, nodding helplessly.

“yeah, she does,” venti said smugly. “she’s dripping. such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

you would’ve protested — maybe — but then he sucked, lips wrapping around your clit and tugging just right, and the pleasure hit like lightning.

your hips jerked forward. dahlia caught you.

“venti,” you whimpered, “fuck—i can’t—”

“yes, you can,” he said sweetly. “let go for me, pretty thing. cum all over my tongue.”

you did.

shaking, gasping, clinging to dahlia’s shirt like a lifeline while your thighs trembled around venti’s head. he groaned, licking you through it, hands firm on your ass to keep you steady.

when it was over, he kissed the inside of your thigh like a reward.

“so sweet,” he murmured, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “might get addicted.”

you were still trying to catch your breath when dahlia gently tilted your face toward his.

his eyes were dark.

“my turn,” he said.

you didn’t realize you were grinding against venti’s mouth until he groaned, loud and thrilled, hands squeezing your thighs to keep you there. your head spun. your hips jerked. he loved it.

“needy girl,” he gasped against you, tongue flicking quick and sharp. “use me.”

you whimpered.

behind you, dahlia cursed under his breath, pushing your bra up to mouth at your tits, teeth grazing your nipple just rough enough to make you jolt. “fuck, baby. so sensitive. you’re gonna cum already, aren’t you?”

venti pulled back just enough to grin against your skin. “she’s close.”

“she always was easy.” “she’s perfect.” “she’s mine.”

you gasped, nearly choking on your own breath.

“then why’s she whining on my tongue?” venti said, smug, dragging it over you again — and god, it was filthy the way he moaned like he’d been starved for this, like the taste of you was his favorite kind of poison.

you cried out, trembling hard enough that dahlia had to grip your hips tighter to keep you upright.

“venti—venti—fuck—”

“cum for me,” he said sweetly. “be good and make a mess on my face.”

and you did.

with a cry that split the air, you came hard — shaking, hips bucking, vision dark at the edges. venti didn’t stop. he ate it up, humming, licking through your orgasm like he was trying to memorize it. like he wanted seconds.

maybe thirds.

you barely had time to catch your breath before dahlia was spinning you, lips crashing into yours — rough, messy, starved.

“still mine,” he muttered against your mouth. “she might’ve got you first, but i get to fuck you.”

venti wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes shining. “we get to fuck her.”

dahlia didn’t argue this time.

you were dizzy, your knees barely holding, your pulse still too fast. but you didn’t care.

not when dahlia was walking you back toward the bed, pushing you gently down, stripping you slow like you were something precious and ruined all at once. not when venti crawled up beside you, kissing your neck, your jaw, your collarbone — every inch dahlia wasn’t touching.

“gonna take care of you,” venti whispered, fingers ghosting down your stomach. “you’ll let us, won’t you?”

you nodded. breathless.

“use your words, baby,” dahlia said, already undoing his belt. “what do you want?”

you looked between them — wrecked and warm and starving — lips parted, thighs trembling, mouth slick with spit and want and everything you weren’t supposed to be.

your voice barely came out a whisper.

“…both of you.”

venti beamed. radiant. unholy. like a prayer turned inside out.

“god bless.”

“god hates us,” dahlia muttered, already pushing your thighs further apart, climbing over you like he owned you. “and i’m about to make you forget every prayer you’ve ever known.”

your breath hitched. your whole body keened.

then came the first thrust — deep, deliberate — and the air punched out of your lungs in a messy, wrecked sound.

you didn’t even know whose hands were on you anymore. one gripped your throat just enough to make your vision blur at the edges, another curled around your hip, dragging you back against their pace like you were made for it. venti was saying something — words you couldn’t catch, not when your brain was sliding like honey through your skull — but his mouth was wet and hot and everywhere, his tongue licking into your teeth like he wanted to taste the exact second you broke.

dahlia growled in your ear, low and dark, his grip bruising.

“say it,” he rasped. “say who’s making you feel this good.”

“y-you both—” you gasped, hands scrabbling for anything to hold onto. “fuck, please—”

“aw, look at her,” venti cooed, voice syrupy, cocky, cruel. “can’t even think straight. how many times has she cum already?”

“four,” dahlia grunted. “maybe five.”

“mm. not enough.”

you whimpered as venti dipped between your legs again, tongue unrelenting, too much — too much — but god, you didn’t want it to stop. didn’t want to breathe if it meant they’d stop touching you like this, worshipping you like the altar you were never meant to be.

you moaned — high and helpless — when dahlia’s pace picked up, slamming into you like he was trying to fuck his name into your spine.

venti grinned up at you from between your thighs, lips wet and swollen.

“gonna make her forget the alphabet.”

“already did,” dahlia panted. “she went stupid after the second orgasm.”

you didn’t deny it.

you couldn’t. your brain had been fucked clean out of your head, scrambled like eggs, your only thoughts left were their names and the way they made you feel — raw, perfect, ruined.

and still they kept going. and you let them.

you let them, because you were already too far gone. because your body begged for more even when your mind shattered. because you’d never felt this good. this full. this taken.

because whatever sins you’d committed to get here?

you’d do them all again. twice. in heels.

god was gone. and you were still moaning.

it didn’t matter anymore. not with your legs trembling open, cunt puffy and dripping, drool sliding from the corner of your mouth as you moaned pathetically around venti’s cock.

“ohh, look at her,” venti cooed, breath shaky, voice teasing and airy as he fisted your hair. “baby’s all fucked out already, and we haven’t even finished.”

“slut,” dahlia muttered behind you, hands digging into your hips as he snapped his into yours. “you came again, didn’t you? just now. again. fuck—your pussy’s still squeezing like she wants more.”

you whined around venti’s length, eyelids fluttering. your arms couldn’t hold you up anymore. your thighs had given out ages ago. they kept you upright between them — barely — venti’s cock hitting the back of your throat while dahlia was still pounding into your soaked, overstimulated cunt like he was trying to fuck the brain out of you.

maybe he already had.

venti moaned, hips twitching as your lips hollowed around him. “you’re drooling, pretty girl,” he gasped. “so messy. god, i love it. she’s not even blinking, look—she’s gone, dahlia.”

“good,” dahlia growled, pace still brutal. “she wanted to act like she didn’t want either of us earlier. needed a reminder.”

venti chuckled, breathless. “she’ll forget her name at this rate.”

you tried to answer — to say fuck you or i hate you or please or more or something, anything — but your voice was gone, throat raw, thoughts mush.

“mm-mm,” venti murmured, noticing the twitch of your brows. “don’t think. just feel.”

you whined again — this time, deeper. desperate.

dahlia leaned forward, hand sliding up to wrap around your throat from behind. “you gonna cum again for us, sweetheart?” he rasped into your ear, hips still slamming into you. “gonna cream all over my cock like a needy little toy?”

you gasped around venti, tears finally slipping from your lashes.

venti groaned, tilting your head up to look at him. “god, she’s crying,” he whispered. “you’re so fucking pretty like this, y’know that?”

you made a wrecked little noise, drool sliding past your lips as you nodded.

dahlia grunted. “fucking knew she liked it. knew you were a dirty girl the second i saw you in that church dress.”

your cunt clenched violently.

“fuck—again?” dahlia moaned. “she’s—she’s gonna—”

you broke.

legs kicking, arms trembling, a scream caught in your throat around venti’s cock as your body convulsed, heat flashing white as you came hard — your sixth? seventh? you couldn’t tell — clenching so tight around dahlia it made him swear, hips jerking once, twice, before he buried himself to the hilt with a groan.

venti whimpered. “ohh, fuck, baby—fuck—gonna—gonna—”

he pulled out just in time, coming hot and fast across your tongue and lips, his hand under your chin to tilt your face up, make you take it. you let your mouth fall open, drool and spit and come spilling messily down your chin.

“that’s it,” he gasped, voice sweet and fucked. “good girl. good fucking girl.”

you whimpered — barely conscious, twitching.

dahlia pulled out slow, watching your slick drip down your thighs. “fuck, look at that mess,” he muttered, thumb brushing your clit just to watch you flinch. “soaked the sheets. hope your roommate’s proud.”

venti collapsed beside you, sweaty and blissed out, grabbing your hand and pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

you blinked at him, dazed. “mmnnh.”

he grinned. “no thoughts. just cock.”

“mission accomplished,” dahlia muttered, flopping beside you on the other side.

you weren’t even sure which of them kissed your shoulder.

you just knew your legs didn’t work, your soul had left your body, and if god had been here tonight —

he definitely left mid-threesome.

you woke up to the sound of someone snoring and someone else — singing.

acoustic. badly. with feeling.

“…living in a material wooorld, and i am a material giiirl—”

your brain hurt. your legs hurt. your entire existence hurt.

you cracked one eye open.

and immediately regretted everything.

venti was sitting cross-legged on the floor, wrapped in a blanket like some sleep-deprived prophet, strumming an actual guitar (???) you swore nobody had brought to the party. eyeliner smudged halfway to his temples, red eyeshadow still smeared across one cheek like war paint. his lips were shiny — glossy, even. god only knew why.

he grinned when he saw you awake.

“morning, sunshine! you moaned like a pornstar in your sleep.”

you blinked.

rolled over.

and immediately saw dahlia, shirtless, face buried in a pillow, groaning like he had just been born into suffering.

“kill me,” he rasped.

you sat up slowly, blanket clutched to your chest, realizing three things at once:

1. you were wearing dahlia’s shirt. inside out. 

2. venti was definitely wearing your bra like a headband.

3. someone had written “slut sandwich” on the fogged-up mirror in lipstick.

“what the actual hell happened,” you croaked, throat wrecked, dignity in shambles, and your legs about two steps away from quitting the entire concept of balance.

“sex,” venti answered brightly from the bed, still shirtless, still smug. “lots of it. possibly illegal in some countries.”

“definitely illegal in a church parking lot,” dahlia added, not even opening his eyes. “and probably a few states.”

you flipped them both off with shaky fingers as you stumbled toward the bathroom, every muscle in your body filing a complaint.

“don’t forget to hydrate!” venti called after you, far too cheerful for a man who’d literally begged to cum in your mouth five hours ago.

you grumbled something about exorcisms and shoved the bathroom door open, clinging to the sink like a war veteran. mascara smudged. knees bruised. bite marks blooming like artwork down your collarbone. you didn’t even want to check your hair.

you’d barely closed the door behind you when you heard:

“hey dahlia?”

“what.”

“did we actually high-five while spit-roasting her or was that just something i dreamed about?”

a pause.

“nah. we definitely high-fived. you yelled ‘teamwork makes the cream work.’”

venti wheezed. “oh my god. i’m hilarious.”

you slammed the bathroom door shut like it owed you money.

god, give me strength, you prayed silently. and maybe a therapist. and a gallon of electrolytes.

…also maybe another round after brunch. if they behave.

a/n: guys imma be honest this only got finished bc of @ventisslut <3 ily mother. bless 🙏 if it weren’t for u i’d probably still be staring at my docs unfinished and untouched (like me)

[dxmurewrites]

Let’s Be Pals

one-shot(?)

Sir Jimmy Crystal x Reader

summary: You left Holy Island with your nephew Spike, not wanting him to be on the mainland on his own. With your sister now gone, he’s the only family you have left, that is until you come across a tiara wearing stranger.

a/n: Obviously ‘you’ as the reader are Scottish, given where we are in the film. This was just a random little thing I thought about and decided to write. I will sooooo delete this if his character ends up being incredibly irredeemable. Also in true me fashion, watch me turn this into a part one and part two. And the fact I’m writing something for this mf before Remmick, lord.

Not edited.

warnings: canon-typical violence (infected), blood, coarse language.

please let me know what you think! unless it’s to be mean, then die. likes and comments mean the world!

“Why did you stay with me?”

His voice is soft, surprising you yet again. Spike had been quiet for a few hours now, the young man still wondering over whether or not his decision to stay on the mainland was the right choice.

You turn to look at him, your eyebrow raised. “Hm?” The two of you had found a spot on the side of a decaying road, cooking a fish over a fire. “What’ya mean?”

He prods the fish with a stick again, turning it over the fire. “You should’ve stayed home,” Ah, here it is. “You didn’t have to stay with me, I would’ve been fine on my own.”

Shrugging, your back rests against a large rock as you watch him continue poking your dinner. “I know you would’ve,” Your hands play with the ripped fabric on your pants as you speak, your eyes scanning the environment every now and then. A machete pokes at your thigh, the large knife resting in its holster. It was uncomfortable in this position, but you knew better than to take it off. “Maybe I just wanted to enjoy the sights too, ever think of that?”

Spike turns to you with a blank expression, causing you to grin. Eventually his own lips tilt in a smile, and he rolls his eyes.

Twelve.

He reminds you of Isla in every way. She’s been gone for 28 days now, but deep down you knew she had been gone for awhile. When her mind let her, she was your older sister, the one who helped raise you after dad passed. The one who would speak of the mainland and how it was before the rage virus took over.

When her mind became clouded, you weren’t her little sister anymore, you would be mum, or nan, sometimes even calling you Spike.

You sniffed, bringing yourself back to the present. It didn’t matter, she wasn’t suffering anymore.

“You’re my blood Spike, where you go, I go,” Your elbow reaches out to nudge him as he nods reluctantly, feeling guilty for bringing you along. “I watched you be born lad, no way in hell would I let you go explore this shithole without me.”

“You were a kid when I was born.” He answers in a matter of fact tone, causing you scoff.

“Eighteen, thank you very much,” You begin to stand, stretching out your arms as you once again begin looking around, watching the two points of entry on the road. “Was about time your ma popped you out too, I was getting bored having no friends.”

“I was a baby.” Spike’s eyebrows furrow and you grin, shrugging again.

“Only new people we got on the island were babies Spike, if I wasn’t doing hunts - I was babysitting you.”

He nods again. You’d done countless trips to the mainland, being one of the top archers on Holy Island. The groups became smaller and smaller as more people stopped coming back, and eventually the hunts became just you and Spike’s dad, Jamie.

It was isolating in a way. You had been just a baby when the virus took over, having grown up on the island with your dad and sister before his passing shortly after. Some kind people took you both in, you both grew up, Isla married Jamie and started their little family as you shared a house with a different older couple.

You were surrounded by people, surrounded by a community that cared.

And yet, there still felt like there was nothing for you. Surviving was the goal in the end, but living felt nearly impossible. Majority on the island had already found their special place in the world, found their special someone.

It’s why you took up the hunting role as soon as you were old enough. Getting to see the mainland, exploring what once was, running into the odd village here and there. It kept you sane, even if the infected kept you awake at night.

As if hearing your thoughts, a shrill from an infected echoes off the rock walls around you. Immediately your hand reaches for the bow that rested on the ground, the other reaching for the quiver beside it, strapping it onto your back.

Spike stands as well, his gaze looking everywhere for the cause of the sound. “Should we move?”

You hold up a finger, telling him to wait. “We need to see which direction it came from,” You answer softly, reaching back to grab an arrow, nocking it, waiting for what’s to come. “No point running if we don’t know where it is.”

He nods, swallowing his spit as he readies his own bow. You look around again, hearing another shrill. The sound bounces around the rocky terrain, but eventually the body of an infected running from the west greets you.

So much for dinner.

The naked man sprints upon spotting you, his arms flailing around as he screeches. “We can take it.” Spike nods at the bloodied creature, and you shake your head.

“When there’s one there’s more,” You line up your shot, waiting for the infected to lift his head as he yells again. You release, and the arrow goes flying, landing in its forehead. “It was too loud, more will come.”

More sounds can be heard, one of them sounding almost like laughter.

A cheer.

More infected begin running in from the end of the road, and you grab Spike’s shoulder, pushing him forward to the east. “Go,” You push him a little harder, urging him to move. “We’ll flank them down, just like we practiced yeah?”

He nods with a shaky head, anxiety evident in his eyes as he grabs his bag, beginning to run in the direction you wanted. You take another infected down, a woman, and she falls roughly to the surface, tripping another.

Running after your nephew, he takes another infected down as you catch up to him, waving him forward to follow you. The two of you run side by side, occasionally turning around to take down more infected. Your thighs burn at the action, not having ran this much since your encounter with an alpha a few weeks ago.

Your stomach drops as you’re met with a face full of boulders. The screams of infected echo behind you as you search around for another exit, but the only way through is over. Grabbing Spike’s shoulder again, you begin pushing him towards the rocks, tilting your head towards the next step.

“C’mon lad! Up and over,” He’s got two feet on the first boulder as his eyebrows furrow, watching you intently. “Move Spike! Start climbing!”

Turning around again, you notice more of the infected beginning to follow after the first group, the numbers having doubled. Lining up another shot, you take one down as another falls limp behind it, Spike having killed the other.

“I’m not leaving you!” He yells, reaching back for another arrow.

“Am not arguing Spike,” Your words come out almost like a growl, wanting nothing more than to protect your nephew. “Climb, now!”

He jumps down beside you, and if there was time, there would’ve been a few coarse words leaving your lips. The boy shoots down another, the arrow landing in its throat as it gurgles and pummels to the floor.

The two of you continue, pushing back until your feet touch the rocks behind you. The infected just kept coming, the sick ones just following the screams of others for a chance of food.

Reaching back, your fingers flail around for another arrow, and your curse, realising you were out. Spike had a few more to go, and you throw your quiver to the ground, the bow following with it as you unholster your machete.

Spike’s eyes widen, and you press forward in an attempt to keep him behind you. “Spike,” you urge, turning your head slightly, keeping your eyes on the handful of infected continuing their run towards you both. “Please climb, now.”

You would never forgive yourself if something happened to him. Isla and your dad would be screaming in heaven at you for endangering him in any way.

“You’re out here because of me,” The twelve year old answers, his hands shaking as he nocks another arrow. “Where you go, I go.”

The wee bastard repeats your words from earlier, and you give him a tight smile, nodding once. “Alright, but if I do a really cool self sacrifice, ye better make sure your arse is over those rocks before I turn.”

He grimaces at the thought, and you don’t have time to reply, an infected lunging for you with a cry. Turning just in time, it falls against the boulders, and it’s about to lunge again when you strike, your machete reaching between it’s eyes.

Kicking it away, you begin charging forward, meeting the other in the middle. Swinging the large blade from the side, it hits the infected in the neck, the blood spraying around as you hide your head behind your arm, being sure to not get any in your eyes or mouth.

The cycle repeats a few more times, other infected being taken down by the tween behind you, but like clockwork, more begin to show up, clumped in twos or threes.

Jogging back to your nephew, he points out that he’s nearly out of arrows himself, and you frown, gripping the machete in your hand as you look back to the road.

There’s no way the two of you would be able to take them all down.

An arrow whizzes past you as Spike kills another infected, and a loud whistle from above brings your attention elsewhere.

Instinctively, you stand in front of Spike, finding a group of non infected standing around you two above on the hills.

They’re all blonde, holding various different weapons as they eye you both with grins.

Are those fucking tracksuits?

“Wonderful shot!” The man in the centre yells out, his knee bent against a rock as he grins. Gold jewellery stands out amongst his black and white track suit, rings adorning his fingers as he points down at the infected. “Mind if we step in?”

Your eyes narrow at the man, confusion evident in your features as the grip on your machete tightens. Blood drips from the tip as you hold it up towards the oncoming threat. “By all means!”

His grin grows, and the people around him begin chuckling, bouncing around as if they were eager to help.

“Hold.” He holds up his finger, eyeing the naked and bloodied people running towards you two.

They begin getting closer, too close for comfort, and your chest begins to ache in fear, stepping in front of Spike again with your machete raised. “Any fucking day now!”

The man’s head tilts as he chuckles, repeating the word. “Hold.”

You growl in frustration, walking forward and ready to strike at the infected that charges ahead at you. It’s head had just started flying through the air as you hear a swift and sharp ‘fucking go.’

Blond hair begins whipping around the site, the people from above flying down from the rocks with their large sticks. Some flip from their positions, landing near you as they begin attacking the infected, laughter filling the air as they smile from ear to ear, enjoying the kills.

Stepping back, you and Spike let the group take the remaining infected out, watching with furrowed eyebrows and confused expressions over what you’re both witnessing.

By the time the last one’s dead, the remaining member of the group, the one who had done all the talking, climbs down, joining the rest.

He walks towards you with a swagger, his eyes unashamedly looking you over. The grin doesn’t leave his lips, and he chuckles once more.

Is that a fucking tiara on his head?

“Well aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes,” He whistles again, his gaze never leaving yours. “That was some fine shooting before, real nice.”

You just nod, choosing to ignore the first part of his sentence and using the time to catch your breath after the ordeal.

He wasn’t ugly by any means, quite the opposite, but there was something about him you couldn’t put your finger on. Maybe it was the fact that everyone around him had the same hair, or it was the tracksuits, either way, you had to be careful.

“Jimmy Crystal,” The stranger holds his hand out, the grin growing as he tilts his head, waiting for your reply. “And you are?”

“Grateful,” Is all you say, nodding towards Jimmy and his group. “Thank you… For uh, helping us.”

He pulls his arm back, but he doesn’t look annoyed by your dismissal, if anything, he’s more intrigued. He shrugs nonchalantly, looking at the dead infected as if they were a mere inconvenience. “No worry, couldn’t turn down a damsel in distress and her little lamb.”

He lifts his chin towards Spike, who still stood behind you. “What about you little man? That was quite some shooting coming from you too, your ma teach you that?”

“She’s not my… she’s not, this is my aunt,” He tells Jimmy your name, and you turn slightly, giving your nephew a look as if to say ‘really?’. He ignores you, keeping his attention on the blond man in front. “I’m Spike.”

“Spike,” Jimmy repeats, before his eyes lock in on yours once more. He repeats your name, slower than Spike’s, nodding as if giving his approval. “S’good thing seeing other families out here, don’t see it much nowadays.”

Families? Apart from the hair, his group didn’t exactly look related, but you kept your mouth shut. Shuffling awkwardly on your feet, you realised you were still gripping your machete.

“I think you two need somewhere to rest yeah?” Jimmy claps his hands together, reaching out again with an outstretched hand towards Spike this time. “What’ya say, let’s be pals.”

Spike shakes his hand before you can protest, and the young man looks up at Jimmy with a worried expression. “My aunt’s been on watch the last few days,” You say his name in warning, hating that he was giving these strangers information, but he continues. “We just need somewhere where we can sleep for a few hours.”

“We’re fine Spike,” You butt in, raising a hand towards him, but he shakes his head, clearly still feeling guilty for your lack of rest and food. “We’ve thanked them, that’s all we can do.”

“Nonsense,” Jimmy snorts, his gold chains and crucifix swinging around his chest as he hunches over to face Spike at eye level. “You’re a good lad looking after your family, that’s the kind of people we like around here.”

Jimmy stands once again, walking closer to you as his grin softens, a softer smile on his face as he holds his hand out for the third time. “Come with us,” He says your name carefully, as if you’d strike him down for saying it. “Ye don’t know us - sure, but for Spike’s sake, let the boy have a rest… even if it’s just for a little bit, I think you both need it.”

Truthfully, you did. The fatigue was growing stronger, and you’d be no use to Spike if you couldn’t keep your eyes open. You knew he was just trying to find a way to make you agree, but there was still that lingering feeling of the unknown.

It was obvious you didn’t have supplies worth taking, and truthfully why would they bother saving you both just to kill you later?

“Okay,” You answer softly, seeing Jimmy’s eyes light up at your response. “But we won’t be staying long.”

The blond man raises his arms in defence, nodding before he pressed his hand to his chest. “Knowing such a beautiful creature such as yourself will be safe under my roof, I can die a happy man.”

You raise your eyebrow at him, before turning to Spike for a moment. “Can you go collect our arrows?”

The boy nods reluctantly, walking off to retrieve any that were still intact. You watch him for a second before looking back to Mr Crystal.

“You’re quite the character, aren’t you?” You ask, and he laughs loudly, almost proudly at the term.

He shrugs, answering you in between chuckles. “Not sure what ye’ mean?”

“You’re wearing a fuckin’ tiara,” You point towards his head with your free hand, before waving your finger towards the rest of his attire. “Not to mention all this.”

“You like?” He quips, and the words almost make you smile, almost, but it was enough for him to notice the subtle change in your face. “Yeah you do.”

Scoffing, you turn your attention back to Spike, who was busying himself a few metres away, pulling more arrows out of the dead infected.

“I meant what I said before, you’re quite the beauty aren’t ye?” Jimmy continued, and you scoff once more. “Not trying to be weird, just think we all need to spread the love around a bit more yeah?”

“I think this country has done enough spreading shite around,” You retort with a chuckle of your own, watching as Jimmy seems pleased at being able to get something other than reluctance out of you. “But thank you.”

“Don’t thank me love, it’s true,” He pats your shoulder gently. “We’re gonna be great pals you and I, I can just feel it.”

Strangely enough, you could feel it too.

[doeyeddaydream]

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝕭𝖔𝖞𝖘

⋆˙⟡♡ PAIRING ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Poly!Lost boys x fem reader

⋆ ˚｡⋆ SYNOPSIS ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ you've captured the attention of the boardwalk vampires. You're still figuring out if that's a bad thing or not.

⋆˙⟡♡ AUTHORS NOTE ˚୨୧⋆ heavily inspired by @i-heart-slashers lovely work! Please check them out <3 I'm experimenting with new layouts for my fic writing, lmao I feel it changes all the time. There has been an attempt of a proofread and edit, but I'm writing this early in the morning so I'll probably come back to lots of spelling and grammar mistakes. Hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

✧ ⁺  𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ⋆｡˚ ⋆ heavily implied stalking, building tension, mention of drug use, verbal harassment (not from the boys), implied murder. 16+

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Bathed in neon light, you weave through the swarming crowds of boardwalk visitors. Swearing that more and more people seem to appear in steady numbers every night, gathering to the docks like rushing seafoam upon sand whenever the sun dipped behind the violet horizon.

You were still experiencing growing pains and homesickness getting used to Santa Carlo, growing accustomed to the bustling hot sunny days and excilurating night life was easier said than done. The air was thick with cigarette smoke and salt air, the crashing of waves and thundering rollercoasters, and the neon lights that dazzled brighter than the stars above you was overwhelming as much as it was exciting. It was all a lot to take in.

However the familiar comfort of your little apartment called out to you after a long day of work. The thought of eating takeout on your little cushy couch and watching another old cheesy horror movie on your box TV kept you trudging on through the careless shoving elbows and shoulders. Ever so slowly that little sanctuary was becoming home, morphing into a reflection of yourself. Like the new pillows lounging on your once bare couch, or the seashell wind chime that dangles by your doorstep. The sea glass would filter beautiful colours through your kitchen window, and often you'd get to eat breakfast gently blanketed in shimmering colours of green and blue.

The thought of sunlight was a long gone dream however, the silver moon shining down on the boardwalk as the nightlife lights up the pitch dark night. Neon signs and flickering coloured bulbs and trashcan fires.

You had hoped to leave your shift before the brunt of the nightlife awoken and caused chaos, but you had gotten distracted by talking to your coworker whilst ordering takeout. The sky that was once bruising with purples and pinks was now a deep midnight blue, stars twinkling overhead with the pale silver moon shining bright over Santa Carlo.

The company you had seemed to catch the eyes of always came out once the sun was gone, and although they had yet to do anything concerning towards you in particular, they still unnerved you in a way that kept you looking out for them. You'd often feel their eyes on you from afar, as if you were some intriguing spectacle.

As if summoning them from merely thinking of their existence, you feel it again. The weight of their pinning stares leering from out the corner of your eyes like creeping, fleeting shadows. The low rumble of several motorcycles follow behind you as you walk, and you know they're there. Creeping and following like a group of alleycats following a mouse.

The icy prickle of fear doesn't reach you however, and instead you feel enveloped by an unexplainable warmth. A feeling of security knowing that some of Santa Carlos biggest troublemakers are looking out for you. You had learnt not to dwell on questioning it. It unsettled you enough to feel weary of them, yet intrigued enough to remain curious.

Your interactions with them had been far and few between. The more boisterous and outgoing blondes had approached you with playfulness in the past, lovingly bothering you whenever you strayed too close to the arcade games or carnival rides out of curiosity. The plushy dolphin that the fluffy blonde hair one had won for you was still nestled soundly on your couch, the scent of him still sticking to it. Marijuana and sea salt.

And then there were the other two. David and Dwayne. They could be boisterous when they wanted to be, grinning and hollering as they'd race against one another on the same banks. Kicking up sand and seafoam along the dark shoreline, their cheers echoing in the night whilst you worked the late shift. But they could also be more serious- more intimidating. David carried a confidence within him wherever he went, a relaxed knowing smirk or promising glare on his expression. Dwayne too- he was silent most the time. His gaze was the heaviest and lingered the longest. Dark eyes as black as two chips of charcoal staring across the bustling crowds as if looking through them to reach you. He carried an intensity that he carried alone.

They remained a mystery to you. Something about them set them apart from the usual punks and troublemakers in Santa Carlo, they acted as if there was nothing to lose. Truly nothing. As if the night was theirs and life would forever be sweet and young and free. A part of you envied that, especially after gruelling long shifts like today.

A loud growling rev of a motorcycle engine startles you and you almost drop your food. The warm takeaway box nearly tumbled upon the sidewalk if it weren't for your quick reflexes, and your heart stutters in your chest as a few rowdy brightly mohawked punks zoom past you carelessly. They throw some unsavoury leering cheers your way that makes your skin crawl, and you instinctly hug the box to your chest. Feeling annoyed and upset. Can't you have a moments break? You've been forcing smiles all day, you're too tired for this.

Several more engines roar to life, and you watch onwards as your little stalkers make chase. The blondes whoop and cheer and hurl insults, whilst the remaining two stoic ones ride ahead. Faster and more determined. Rushing onward on the wind.

You can only watch on as the four headlights grow further and further away into the thick sea mist of buildings and parting crowds, and eventually the thick entrance of the forest. You can hear their sinister laughter and hurling threats echo and fade, the noisy chaos now nothing but kicked up sand and irritated people.

You go home that night, feeling oddly at peace knowing those assholes wouldn't get away scot-free. Curled up on the couch that you've yet to make a proper dent in with glossy noodles curled around your wooden chopsticks and the hum of late night horror television playing, you don't notice the next following days about the missing posters of three bright mohawked men plastered grimly upon the window of your workplace. Fluttering in the breeze, surely to be layered over with more inevitable cases of missing people.

[moonqz4now]

V.I.P : KWON JIYONG X FEM!READER

pairing : Kwon Jiyong x Younger!Fangirl!reader

genre : sfw, fluff

warnings/contents : age gap, (36 yr old Jiyong, 19 year old reader), slow burn, not too much plot, but cute and awkward :)

description : A younger videographer/photographer intern for ZIP DAESUNG doesn’t know how to handle when her ult bias is right in front of her. Let alone when he shows an interest.

I do not think this is very good at all but I will probably edit it and make it better soon enough! 🙏🏼

requested by : @jiryuunosnacku - sorry if this didn’t meet your standards🥲 and sorry for the wait! thank you for the request!

The girl adjusted the camera strap digging into her shoulder, trying not to trip on any wires surrounding the small, but elegant restaurant, and save herself any more embarrassment that she was sure was going to be inevitable today.

Y/N had only been apart of the ‘ZIP DAESUNG’ staff for a month or so now, and whilst Daesung was overly welcoming and extremely kind, it didn’t help the poor girls nerves and excitement when she first met the member of her favourite k-pop group.

So when she found out that Taeyang and Jiyong were coming on the show for an episode, something in her flipped. Whether it was her stomach, or her nerves, she wouldn’t know.

Neither of them were here yet, and honestly, y/n was kinda thankful. She had only had small interactions with Daesung, as she was just an intern videographer, and photographer for the show, but she had grown somewhat comfortable with being around him.

Jiyong was a different story. The man was her ultimate bias who had recently returned to the industry, which that alone made her almost pass out from excitement.

She had been taught from school to be invisible. To use the camera perfectly, and not make a fuss, don’t interrupt, don’t be seen. Easy enough, but Daesung made that extremely difficult for the poor girl. In between takes, talking to her and other staff members politely but comfortably, asking her to pass him things halfway through filming.

When the cameras started rolling, Y/N’s being one of them, Daesung seemed quite chill, composed. Y/N could’ve died at the mention of Jiyong and Taeyang when he started talking.

She had made sure her camera was getting a good lighting and would fit the three of them into frame perfectly, before stepping back and turning on her photo camera. Her job today was to get candidates of the three filming, as well as multitask and film the show from one angle.

Shortly after, Taeyang was soon welcomed into the quiet, dim restaurant, empty besides the overflowing staff members, and the idols themselves.

The girl managed to keep her composure throughout Taeyangs arrival. What else was she meant to do, go up to him and tell him that there’s a picture of him on her wall from when she was 16?

When Taeyang started mentioning that the video quality was getting better recently, she couldn’t help but wish that he was unknowingly talking about the fact that she was the one recording.

Daesung’s energy soon burst to high levels once Jiyong walked in. And so did Y/N’s. But hers was somewhat discreet. The man walked in, he wasn’t even doing anything special. But this was G-Dragon. So of course he made walking onto set seem like a red carpet.

The three brothers soon greeted each other, with Daesung singing crooked, admiringly bad, before they settled into their seats. Y/N’s camera seemed lighter now, like someone changed the filter, but she knew it was just the fact her bias was in the same room as her.

The actual fact of that clearly still hasn’t registered in her head, but her heart thumped loudly in her chest, she wouldn’t be surprised if other people heard it. The girl quickly snapped out of her train of thoughts in order to carry on with her actual job.

Y/N had seen his face a thousand times of course. In posters. On fancams. In grainy, years-old variety show clips she’d looped during sleepless nights. But this was different. This wasn’t her phone screen or some polished magazine spread. This was real. She had to somehow keep that thought in her mind, as she kept the cameras rolling and stable. Unlike her own mind right now.

She kept filming, adjusting angles, zoning in on the smiles and eye crinkles. She let herself glance — just once — at him in real life.

He looked.. the same. Older, maybe. But sharper. The dyed hair, his glasses that sat on the bridge of his nose. There was something more grounded in him now. Something quieter. But when he smiled, it was still the same smile she’d memorized from years of music videos and concert DVDs.

His voice didn’t falter once as he spoke to his friends, drank and ordered food. And for the most part, Y/N remained composed. Trying to keep the cameras rolling steady in her grip, very cautious of how loud her erratic breathing was. Trying not to steal too long of glances, or freak out. Or both.

When they started bringing out old memories, photos, etc, Y/N’s stomach almost dropped when Daesung’s voice called out, in the middle of her re adjusting one of the cameras,

“Ya, Y/N how did you find this?” His loud, energetic but overall happy voice beed throughout the restaurant. Y/N looked at what was in his hand, a photo from their debut days, one she had brought in when they asked her and other members of staff to try and gather old memories of the three of them. Luckily enough she didn’t have to find anything. She already had them.

The poor girl tried to keep her voice as steady as possible, hiding the shakiness of it as she spoke “With much difficulty” she half-joked, Daesung smiling at her and looking down at the photo again, reminiscing. She had then noticed how Jiyong’s eyes remained on her as she spoke, as well as Taeyang’s.

She assumed it was out of courtesy, or just because Daesung had addressed her, but when Jiyong lingered his gaze on her for a couple seconds after she spoke, she quickly returned to what she was doing, once again trying to hide the tremor in her hands, or the way she was sure her cheeks flushed.

The three carried on talking after. And Y/N had calmed down a tiny bit, but the way Jiyong looked at her, casually yet immersed, had her wanting to go home and scream into a pillow, replaying the situation over and over again.

And then, when a staff member handed her three parasols rolled up neatly, with stickers and designs on them, her heart dropped. Yet again.

“A parosol?” Jiyong asked, seeing the staff member hand the intern three small bags.

Daesung and Taeyangs eyes followed, and the member who handed Y/N the parasols discreetly ushered her to hand them to the members. The girl was someone Y/N spoke to regularly, and who also knew her slight obsession with the group. Which is why Y/N cursed her out in her head.

When she offered the parasols out to the members silently, those who eagerly took them, Jiyongs fingers grazed across Y/Ns hand as he accepted his, causing a tingly feeling to emerge through her body as she then stepped back to her position.

“It’s cute” Taeyang commented, looking at the details on his. Jiyong repeated this, except, his gaze flickered back to Y/N before dropping back to the parosol, “it’s cute”

Y/N almost squealed, before Daesung looked at the girl and asked playfully, pointing to a sticker on his own parosol, “Why do I only have 1% left?” He laughed, eyes crinkled slightly, his comment on the parosol causing a couple staff members to laugh, including Y/N.

“Since your energy level always gets depleted whilst filming” Y/N remarked, emerging another laughter from the people surrounding, including Jiyong.

After another thirty minutes of talking, and eating, the group needed to conclude the show. Meaning that they would have to stop filming in a second. The thought made Y/N a little more relieved yet saddened by the fact.

Y/N shut off her camera once given the signal, as well as turning to take the film out of her photo camera, whilst the three group members began to go around saying thank you to staff members which the girl didn’t realise until Daesung came up behind her, taking her camera out her hand.

He looked at some of the photos that were on the camera before handing it back to Y/N with a smile, “Thank you Y/N-ah” Daesung bowed respectfully before wrapping his arm around her shoulder in a side hug. Something he had done once or twice before. The man thought it was good to have a comfortable friendship with his staff members, considering the amount of work they put in for him.

“Of course Daesung-ssi” The girl nodded as Taeyang then went round to her, offering his hand for a hand shake. Her nerves spiked up again, as Daesung’s arm didn’t leave and she shook Taeyang’s hand, praying she wouldn’t mess up this interaction.

Taeyang smiled and the two bowed at each other with a ‘thank you’ before he moved onto another staff member.

Daesung’s arm briefly left her shoulder, she was the last staff member he said thank you to. Like always. If he was being honest, she was also his favourite, int what amount of time he had known her, he loved her young insights and her personality.

Jiyong adjusted his hair under his hat, before making his way over to his friend and the girl.

“G-Dragon” Daesung dramatically said, shaking the man’s shoulders with a small laugh, causing the man to grimace slightly, playfully.

“Thank you for your hard work” he commented, a common polite phrase in Korea, causing Y/N’s cheeks to blush once again. An action that had happened multiple times in the past couple hours.

“Thank you” she reciprocated politely, attempting to keep her composure. Daesung returned back to her side, his shoulder platonically pressing against her own, “Hyung, this is Y/N she’s a new intern”

“Intern? How old are you?” Jiyong questioned politely. Y/Ns breath hitched as she looked between the two men, she had been a fan of for years now before responding,

“I’m nineteen”

Jiyongs gaze never faltered, not a look of shock or anything, he just shook her hand respectfully before doing something she could’ve only dreamed of when she was young.

His lips pressed against her cheek quickly before pulling back, and too casually moving onto another staff member.

Even Daesung looked stunned as he yelled out, “Ya! Hyung, what are you doing” he then got ignored by his friend, who continued what he was doing.

Daesung knew Y/N was a fan, but considering she worked under him, he seemed to forget about that fact.

“Sorry about him” He sighed, before squeezing her shoulder as a goodbye and walking to get his microphone taken off.

Y/N stood in place for another moment or two, and when she turned to try and find the man, who she could still feel his the remnants of his lips on her cheek.

Later on in the evening, after the girl and ranted to half the people in her phonebook about the events of today, she had somewhat settled on her desk, working through the footage from today, when her phone buzzed.

A message from Daesung. She only recognised his number from the ZIP DAESUNG work group chat, and his prescence on her phone made her tense up slightly, pausing her music before slumping into her seat as he read the message.

“Hey, Y/N-ah! Is it okay if I give Jiyong hyung your number..sorry if this is weird :)”

In order to not seem like a creep, or someone who doesn’t get off their phone, she left it a minute, and also text her best friend to get her input, before responding.

“Hi Daesung-ssi! Yeah that’s okay..why does he want my number?”

Less then a. couple moments later another message popped up, “Perfect, thank you. And you’re gonna have to figure that out :))”

“Hey, is this Y/N?”

- part 2??

[my-my-my]

This is for Day 1 of @bleachsmutfest! A modern Aizen x Reader.

This is different from my usual writing style, as it is completely in 3rd person (I was trying to write this from Aizen's perspective), so heavy use of "she/her" pronouns, but no specific physical features of reader are mentioned.

Summary:

In reality and In dreams both, ‘tis her I meet at night, so Until the twilight comes I have no joy, at all.

Teiji-in uta’awase 29

CW: Fingering, modern AU (Aizen is a researcher), third-person perspective.

Word count: 2351 words

Read on AO3 here.

Since he was a small child, Aizen Sosuke had been plagued by vivid dreams. It bothered him like no other. Intense dreams, dreams that felt real once he awakened. It resonated something deep within him, fueling his motivation to go beyond the confines of family medicine, general surgery, and into the deep trenches and undiscovered mysteries between neuroscience, physiology and psychology.

Sleep was a fundamental part of humans. A fundamental function for all living creatures.

But dreams? What purpose did they have? It was something he would struggle to answer as he delved deeper in the field.

Sosuke’s pursuit of knowledge, his insatiable thirst for answers, had a secondary effect on him – it made him well-renowned in the field of sleep medicine. He was invited to talks, to presentations, a president of the Sleep Society in Japan. He became one of the lead academics and doctors internationally in the field.

But yet, he still was left with questions.

Particularly, why someone such as him, was plagued with a specific person entering his dreams. The person, who eluded him like no other. They remained consistently the same since he was a child.

As Sosuke leaned into his office chair, once again consumed by his thoughts about his dreams, he wondered why this specific person continuously remained persistent. It was something he still never understood – the science just couldn’t answer for it.

He knew of various cultural meanings, but… he didn’t care for them. Anthropological data had some interest to him, but he was not interested in the realm of psychics and the obscure.  

The first dream he recalled with his mystery person, he vaguely remembered he dreamt he was an adult. The details were lost to time, but he was getting married – that much he remembered. And the elusive person was his partner, his bride-to-be.

As he grew older, the woman became more solid to him. She was an acquaintance in some dreams, the mother of his children in others. He dreamt of him dying while she wept next to him.

To Sosuke, it felt like he spent a lifetime with this person. He could hear her laughter so clearly on some days. Other days, the swaying of flowers reminded him of her smile.

And it infuriated him, to be consumed by such thoughts. Thoughts he could never answer for. The dream of her haunting his waking life as he struggled to date real humans.

The men and women he dated, mostly brief dates, left him feeling more alone. There were things that they would say, things that they would do, that left him feeling lonely. Sosuke wondered briefly, if he was subconsciously comparing them to this imaginary woman, but he would immediately deny it after. Dr. Aizen Sosuke was a man of science and curiosity, but he had no need to entertain such ideas.

He pushed back his brown hair, closing his eyes briefly. It was getting late, and he knew better than anyone else, that sleep was necessary to answer the questions of tomorrow.

“Dr. Aizen, I’ve attached the draft of my manuscript based on the REM dream clinical trial. Your comments and feedback are greatly appreciated.” His post-doctoral student, Hinamori Momo said in her email.

It was a standard manuscript, no earth-shattering results, as they found some association with REM sleep and brain plasticity. He left comments and suggestions for edits on her manuscript, inserting relevant papers to include in the discussion.

But he frowned. It had been a few years now since he last dreamt of the mystery woman. The last dream he could recall with her was incredibly brief in his mind. Her voice echoing, “you’re so cute, Sosuke!”

And now… he was left with no more traces of her except for his memories. Nothing tangible, nothing real. Sosuke thought he was haunted by her presence, but…

He hated to admit it, especially to himself.

But he missed her.

Which led him to a bigger, existential and philosophical question, how could he miss someone who wasn’t real to begin with?

He studied the nature of anima, the complexities of dreams picking apart people in his waking life and inserting them into mind as he dreamt, but this woman, he knew he had never met her before.

Sosuke closed his laptop, deciding fresh air and some time to observe people, was what he needed. While he would say he was a relative creature of habit, today he decided to go to another part of the city he didn’t frequent, a café he had never gone to, on the sheer whim and curiosity to find something to stimulate his mind.

A pair of sunglasses adorned his face as he strolled into the café. It was busy, loud with various people going to and fro. With the warmer weather, the café opened up a patio, one he accepted to sit at. He quietly sipped his drink, his eyes watching people with intensity masked by the dark lenses of his glasses.

Children crying for ice cream, parents trying to console their weeping children. Groups of youth laughing and playing music loudly as they walked along the sidewalk. Sosuke took in the shops surrounding the café, there was a franchise bookstore nearby, with a few restaurants dotting the street. A stationery shop he had heard in passing was next door but it seemed empty.

Nothing really stood out to him, but it was a needed distraction, nonetheless. Sosuke watched people as he drank his coffee in silence. He was dressed inconspicuously, an average man at an average café, blending in with the surrounding crowd.

But he heard quiet, hushed whispers and some giggling. He grimaced slightly.

“You should go talk to him. He’s kind of cute!” Someone remarked.

“Oh I don’t know, he’s just minding his own business.”

“If you’re not, I will.” Someone else laughed.

Sosuke took a glance and saw a few women quickly turn their heads away from him. They must have been a few years younger than him, but he wasn’t amused. He counted in his head as he looked out the patio again, trying to find someone to fixate on.

Thankfully for Sosuke, his coffee was finished, as he continued to hear the women debating on whether or not to approach him. He thanked the barista for his drink and for some reason, he decided to enter the stationery shop.

He enjoyed calligraphy, one of the few hobbies he shared when people tried to get to know him. A man of many talents, calligraphy seemed to be a crowd pleaser when he shared some of his work. He had particular shops he preferred to visit in the city, but this one was new.

There was another customer inside, but once Aizen took off his sunglasses, his eyes widened.

The woman of his dreams, being helped by the clerk in the shop. Sosuke’s heart raced as he began to feel light-headed.

“Welcome! Sir wait!!” was the last thing Sosuke remembered as he collapsed in the store.

Sosuke awoke to the sound of monitors beeping, his body feeling exhausted, and confusion filling his mind. He looked down his body and saw an IV drip hooked into him.

“You’re awake, thank god!” He turned his head to the sound of the woman’s voice. A familiar voice.

His eyes widened again.

“You gave us all a scare. I wasn’t sure if you were with anyone, but I couldn’t leave you alone at the hospital.” She spoke softly.

Sosuke was in disbelief, the voice, the eyes, the physical presence…

“Have we met before?” Sosuke asked, confusion evident in his voice.

He watched the woman shake her head, “I mean technically yes, in the store.” She let out an awkward laugh, a laugh he had heard countless of times, “but we haven’t met before.”

“This is kinda weird,” she laughed again, a sound he couldn’t believe he was happy to hear again, “you’re Dr. Aizen Sosuke, right?”

He nodded his head, “I assume emergency services checked my wallet.”

She nodded her head introducing herself, “it feels kind of unfair, so call us even now” she replied softly.

He murmured her name under his breath, a strange weight creeping on his chest.

“Aizen-san, emergency services tried to contact your next of kin, but there wasn’t anyone.” She spoke again, “do you have anyone I can call to let them know you’re here?”

The familiar feeling of loneliness panged inside him. A man with countless of contributions to the field of sleep medicine, academia and the world alike, yet… no one he comfortably felt he could rely on.

His mind raced, he supposed his post-doctoral student Hinamori Momo, but he didn’t want to feed her crush on him.

In the distant past, possibly Ichimaru Gin, the forensic investigator he worked with briefly.

Or Tosen Kaname, if he were still alive.

Kurosaki Ichigo had a family of his own now, not having spoken to his bright pupil in many years.

But it would be a cold day in hell if he spoke to Urahara Kisuke again. Hirako Shinji would laugh and hang up.

“No one.”

She frowned so deeply… sadness etching her features, a sadness he wanted to remove from her.

“If I have your permission, I’ll take you home.” She spoke gently, concern evident in her voice.

He held up his hand, “please. It’s not an issue. You must go home yourself.”

But she vigorously shook her head, an action that felt nostalgic to him.

“I can’t, in good conscious, leave you like this.”

Sosuke frowned, his heart feeling heavier and heavier as strange emotions filled him.

But before the two of them could argue, the emergency doctor came in and took Sosuke’s vitals once again. What caused his collapse couldn’t be determined (but Sosuke had a hunch), but his vitals were normal, and he was healthy in body and mind, thus fit to go home.

“If anything, let me get you a lift home.” She said, pulling out her phone. “I’ll call and pay for it, please.” She pleaded with him. A flash of a memory, no a dream filled Sosuke’s mind.

“Alright,” he responded, not in the mood to argue.

As they waited in the lobby for Sosuke’s taxi, he watched her scribble something on a piece of paper.

“This is my number.” She said cheerfully, a smile, a familiar smile, bright on her face. “Please text or call me once you get home.” Her voice slightly dropped, her words laced with worry.

He nodded his head, inputting her number into his phone. Anxiety ran through him, an unfamiliar feeling.

“Are you sure we haven’t met before?”

Being a sleep doctor and researcher, Sosuke had heard countless quips and puns about dreaming and sleep. But the one that felt fitting as of late was “pinching” someone who was unsure if they were still dreaming.

“Sosuke…” he heard her say, a sing-song tone in her voice, “I’m home!” She giggled, entering his office.

“Welcome home.” He smiled, getting up from his office chair, embracing her in his arms.

She was evidently very real, no amount of imagination from his forever-curious mind could create someone like her. Her body felt solid in his hands, her voice clear in his ears, her touch leaving his skin warm and hot.

She was real and she was his.

“How was your day?” She asked, pulling him out of his office into their shared living room.

He proceeded to tell her about the annoyances he faced, the small discoveries his team had made, as he smiled fondly at her laugh, her questions, her curiosity as she prepared a snack for both of them.

“You know, you still haven’t told me why you went into sleep science…” she asked, sitting next to him.

“I have told you, countless of times.” Sosuke said, his voice deep as he picked her up and sitting her on his lap.

She smiled softly, wrapping her arms around his neck, “that’s what you tell everyone though. I have a hunch that it’s not quite the truth.”

“Curiosity killed the cat, you know.” He murmured, chuckling at her inquisitiveness. “Do you think I’m lying to you?”

She shook her head softly, “not that you’re lying, but,” she bit her lip, “more like hiding something.”

Sosuke sighed, readjusting her in his lap, “you really are perceptive.”

He kissed her softly on the lips as his arms tightened around her. “I’ve dreamt of you.” He whispered. “Or someone, like you.”

She stilled in his arms, as Sosuke continued on, “but I could never make sense of them. They were intense, and were never the same.”

“So you’re in love with the dream me?” She murmured, a hint of fear in her voice.

“No, I could never imagine someone like you –“ he began to trail kisses down her body. “You are real. A woman filled complexity –“ he nipped at her skin, removing her shirt and unhooking her bra. He squeezed her breasts in his hand, taking care to pinch the nipple.

“A woman who is beyond dreams” he whispered, before sucking on her breasts. “Someone I want to wake up to.” His hand slid down to the waistband of her pants, pushing them down. “A woman whose curiosity astonishes me,” Sosuke’s hand wandered to her panties, his hand cupping her wet pussy.

“Someone who reacts to my touch in such a way,” he circled his thumb around her clit, earning a startled cry.

“That I could only want more.” Pushing a finger inside her.

She moaned and panted above him, her arms tight around his neck, her fingernails scratching his back. He kissed her forehead as he continued to finger her, the slick sound of her pussy filling their ears.

“Sosuke, I’m about to – !” he pressed his lips against her, muffling her scream. Her juices covering his hand.

She sobbed in his lap as she reeled from her orgasm, watching Sosuke lick his fingers clean of her essence.  

“You’re more than a dream.” Sosuke said, kissing her deeply on the lips again. “You’re someone I yearn for, endlessly."

I felt bad about not participating, so I whipped this up! The summary is from a waka poem :).

The following songs were used for inspo:

Floating Points - Fast Forward

Ian Pooley feat. Esthero - Balmes (A Better Life)

Desire - Under Your Spell

Asaka Yu - Katamaritaino

TBH I do feel a bit out of touch with writing for Aizen as of late, so I apologize if he comes across as out-of-character 😭. I miss writing consistently, but rl demands are kicking my ass!

But regardless, thanks for reading! I appreciate all of you who like, reblog and share my stuff. It means so much.

[xoxokiaraaxoxo]

everything i never said

summary: you grew up with the sturniolo’s but one of them has been hiding feelings for years.

word count: 1.1k words

You couldn’t remember a time in your life when Chris Sturniolo wasn’t there.

You’d grown up with him in each other’s backyards, hiding behind sprinklers and trampoline nets, building forts out of couch cushions and giggling through movie marathons on summer nights. He was comfort. Familiarity. The constant in your ever-changing life.

But somewhere around your junior year of high school, something shifted.

His smile started to feel different.

His voice got stuck in your head after he spoke.

And the way your heart responded to the sound of his laugh it wasn’t platonic anymore.

That terrified you.

So you buried it.

You told yourself that Chris didn’t see you that way. He couldn’t. You were the best friend. The person who’d seen him eat 17 Pixie Stixs in one sitting and cry during Up. The one who knew about his middle school braces and every breakup he’d never really cared about.

You weren’t someone he’d fall for.

So you became the expert at pretending.

You learned to smile through the ache in your chest every time he called you “dude” or “bro.” You trained yourself to make jokes when he smiled at girls who weren’t you. You learned how to sit close without letting it show. And eventually, it got easier.

Until recently.

Because suddenly, Chris wasn’t acting like your best friend anymore.

—

It started small.

He stopped texting back as quickly.

Stopped saving you a seat next to him on the couch.

Stopped staying up with you to talk after everyone else went to bed.

The conversations that used to come effortlessly began to stall. He pulled away in photos. Avoided your eyes when you laughed at his jokes.

And the worst part?

You could feel it.

Every. Single. Day.

You didn’t know what you had done, but you felt it like a bruise. The distance. The shift.

You had lost him, somehow and he hadn’t even said goodbye.

—

It was a Wednesday night when it finally broke.

Matt had gone to get food. Nick was locked in his room editing. And Chris was alone in the kitchen, hunched over the counter, elbows resting beside a barely-sipped cup of black coffee the kind he only made when he was upset but didn’t want to talk about it.

You stood in the doorway for a second, watching him.

And then you stepped in.

“Okay, talk to me.”

Chris didn’t flinch, but he didn’t look at you either. “There’s nothing to talk about.”

You leaned against the counter, trying to meet his eyes. “You’ve barely spoken to me in three weeks, Chris. Don’t insult me by pretending nothing’s wrong.”

He swallowed, his jaw working. “Maybe that’s the problem.”

You paused. “What is?”

“That you think I owe you something.”

Your heart stuttered. “I don’t, what?”

Chris let out a bitter laugh, finally looking at you and it knocked the wind out of you. He looked tired. Not physically. Emotionally. Like he’d been fighting a battle in his head for too long and was finally giving up.

“I liked you,” he said.

Three words. Simple. Devastating.

“I liked you for a long time. Too long, probably. And I thought maybe you felt it too. All those years of hanging out late and being around each other more than anyone else… I guess I let myself believe it meant something.”

You were frozen.

Chris shook his head. “But it didn’t. Not to you.”

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out.

“And I tried to get over it,” he added, voice low. “That’s what I’ve been doing. Pulling away. Letting go. Because it hurts too much to be around you and pretend I don’t feel anything.”

You stepped forward, breath shallow. “Chris—”

“No.” His voice cracked. “Don’t. Don’t try to fix it just because I made things awkward. I’m sorry for messing up what we had.”

And then so quiet you almost missed it:

“Say something.”

It wasn’t a demand.

It was a plea.

Your heart was beating so loud you were scared he’d hear it.

You moved slowly, like one wrong step would shatter everything.

“I didn’t say anything,” you whispered, “because I thought you didn’t feel that way.”

Chris looked up, and you could see the confusion behind the heartbreak.

“I didn’t think I was enough,” you said. “Not compared to everyone else. So I kept my mouth shut. I told myself I was lucky just to be your friend.”

He blinked like he didn’t believe what he was hearing.

“But I’ve loved you this whole time.”

That did it.

Chris stepped forward, slow and cautious, and when he kissed you it wasn’t passionate or fast or movie perfect. It was gentle. Full of every unspoken thing the both of you had been carrying for years.

He held you like something precious, like he couldn’t believe you were real.

You kissed him like you were finally coming home.

—

You woke up in Chris’s bed.

Not in a dramatic, clothes-on-the-floor kind of way just wrapped in his hoodie, tangled together under soft blankets, both of you still fully clothed but clutching each other like the world might end if you let go.

His fingers traced slow circles on your back.

“Is this real?” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep.

You smiled into his chest. “I hope so.”

“I keep thinking I’ll wake up and you’ll still be in the kitchen, and I’ll still be too much of a coward to say anything.”

You looked up at him. “You weren’t a coward. You were hurting.”

He sighed, brushing your hair from your face. “I should’ve said it sooner.”

“Me too.”

He kissed your forehead and whispered, “Well, you’re stuck with me now.”

“Wasn’t planning on going anywhere.”

—

You and Chris entered the kitchen still wrapped in the soft bubble of whatever this new thing between you was. You thought maybe you could play it cool but then Chris bumped your hip with his and smiled at you like you hung the stars.

And that was your first mistake.

Matt caught it instantly. “Okay. What’s going on here?”

You froze mid-step. “What?”

Nick, from the couch: “Don’t even try to lie. You two are literally glowing. Did you kiss? You kissed. I KNEW IT.”

Chris smirked. “You’re being dramatic.”

Matt narrowed his eyes. “You didn’t just kiss. You’re in love or something.”

You looked at Chris. He looked at you.

“Yeah,” he said simply. “We are.”

Nick groaned, dragging a pillow over his face. “I’ve been waiting three years for this. I should’ve bet money.”

Matt raised an eyebrow. “So when’s the wedding?”

Chris choked on his water. You laughed until your cheeks hurt.

But through all the teasing, all the jokes, all the chaos Chris’s hand never left yours.

And neither of you ever let go again.

⸻

[gavinparished]

Gavin Parished x $alem - The Beats Inside My Head

So, here it is! My second project all together is also a first in a way, my first collaboration project. For context, this is an updated cover for DSPs, it has all the original pieces but since then we've both had name changes. I was going by Gavin Burtscher at the time, yes simply my legal name. I decided to change it to Gavin Parished a while later, because I don't want to know what it'd be like being a white-passing person named Burtscher trying to be an underground rapper. However, at this time it was even worse. My name was GBX, thank God I didn't keep that one. It was taken actually which is what motivated me to switch. $alem is a great name for that style of production honestly but at the time she was going by 2can. I honestly don't remember why she changed it but I prefer the newer name as well.

So, how did this record come about? If I remember corerctly, this album came out in 2018 so my memory is a bit foggy on it, $alem messaged me because she liked the songs I had out at the time. All I had released by then was a now lost single titled Sometimes and my first album, The Beats Inside My Head. After a lot of talking about how we'd do this we decided, after creating 2 of the 3 collab tracks, to just take our own songs and mix them in. So the project would become a rule of 3: 3 of her songs, 3 of mine and 3 collaboration songs. We both thought it seemed like a cool project so she attached 3 of her previously released songs, one of the most recent at the time, and I attached 2 I had made during the summer with Don't Go serving as the album outro. During the summer the two songs I made for this were Lost In Space and Unknown Temptation (along with my own single "i hate me, and you should too" which I'll get back to later).

Lost In Space was a very large song. I spent weeks on it. It was inspired by my electronic and dubstep roots in the music creation field along with the trap music I was currently into. It's the most complex song on the album, switching up every few bars so the beat is always unique sounding.

Unknown Temptation was my tribute to XXXTENTACION, as it had been finished a few weeks after he had passed away. It was finished before Lost In Space but came out after, I saved it to release with the album. This is the more "me" sounding song of my songs on the project. The weird synths, hard hitting drums, freaky loops. This is the DNA I kept as I grew. I made this song as a tribute to him because he inspired me a lot as an artist, despite all the rotten things he did as a person. I remember when he passed away, I was sitting in my room on vacation in Austria, visiting my family with my dad. His and Chester Bennington's deaths were, at the time, the only celebrity deaths that really effected me and honestly? Without X, there wouldn't be the same Gp standing here today. But you'll hear a lot more of that in my next album.

Before I get to Ruby's contributions I want to add that currently only our collab songs and my singles are up on DSPs, but this post inspired me to message her about getting her songs up and making it a whole again. However, if you'd like to hear it in it's original form, you can listen to the whole thing on SoundCloud, with links to both our profiles, below.

So, as far as her contributions go. The intro track, 10 kills g, was new at the time and I knew it had to be the intro. It got a rerelease and slight edit as the album dropped. Cocaine and Xaxax were her already released editions. We decided on those 2 after just talking about what the album is and what I'm doing creatively. They fit so we went with them. There's sadly not much more to tell here.

But now we have it, the 3 collaboration tracks. How'd they happen? Well, we made coffin first, which samples some Lil Peep interview clips. After making that beat around it we decided to go with that concept for all the tracks and sample artists we're inspired by. Ruby chose the artists and I did a lot of the lifting on the producion side. She was the lead on the first listed collaboration, Let Me Elevate Your Mind. She picked out the song and the voice clips while I did minimal editing. However, I did my best to work with what we had for graveyard robbers with the BONE$ and $UICIDEBOY$ clips. It fits her sound a lot more and honestly you can tell we were both amatuers at the time but that's part of the charm of these old projects, right? It was fun putting these together and eventually this lead to something a lot bigger that I'll get to down the road. You can listen to these tracks, as well as my 3, on Spotify. Here's the link to the 3 collaboration tracks.

So, the album is done! 10 kills g, Unknown Temptation, Let Me Elevate Your Mind and graveyard robbers were here, fresh to the public. And people liked it. It was nice. Honestly it was the last time for a long time that people in my life actually liked my music which felt great. Another album done, on to the next. During the creation of this record I was creating my debut hiphop mixtape, this time with vocals! This tape inspired how I went about producing a lot on there and my history wouldn't be the same without this cool project. Thank you to Ruby for reaching out for me and making The Wandering Minds happen. Sadly she doesn't produce much anymore but hey, maybe I can get her out and about again to do a lil sequel to this. I'll leave with this, show her SoundCloud some love! She's a really nice person and deserves it all.

[isfjmel-phleg]

Talent Show:

Tamett: Is impressive at not being impressive. He's just some Generic Guy.

Josiah: Excellent pianist, violinist, and student. Will absolutely rub it in your face.

Odren: Talented at administration, PR, and intimidation of children (and probably adults too).

Field Trip: Some day, writing time and times that it is feasible to be away from home will coincide. The last couple weeks haven't been good for that.

Marching Band: I'm not adding words at this point, I need to edit, but I'm going to listen a favorite song while summarizing the scenes below.

Tug-of-War: Here's a summary of the final scene of the chapter, from Tamett's POV as it is written.

Tamett has violin practice and reluctantly returns to Josiah's study to get to it, even though he thinks it's even more pointless now than ever before now that he's probably fired. When he arrives, he finds Josiah practicing piano. Tamett remembers the letter that he was writing to his sister before he was interrupted and had to leave the room earlier--did Josiah see it? It had some pretty blunt things about him in it.

But no, Josiah seems more annoyed that Tamett isn't practicing and isn't doing it right. He demonstrates how to play the violin and then sarcastically quote Tamett's letter--he did read it, and he's furious and threatens to tell his father. Tamett has had it and gives Josiah a piece of his mind--what does he have to lose at this point? He says everything he's been holding back all these years, while Josiah plays the piano with increasing franticness to try to drown him out.

Suddenly Odren arrives, which is shocking because he doesn't visit this part of the palace much, if ever. He tells the boys to stop arguing since he has something to discuss with them and sends for afternoon hot-chocolate-and-cake. When it arrives, Tamett's serving is missing, which is disappointing. But Odren announces that Josiah isn't hungry and gives the second serving to Tamett.

The two of them eat and drink in front of a silently envious and exasperated Josiah, and Odren announces that he is sending Josiah to Hollingham. Josiah protests that he can't go to Corege because he doesn't know anyone there, and his father says that he'll know Tamett. Tamett is going along, but paying his way by working as Josiah's manservant. Both boys are horrified, and Josiah throws a minor fit about not wanting to go, but Odren is unmovable. After he leaves, Josiah threatens Tamett, whom he has figured out has "snitched" on him. Tamett regrets everything.

But from Josiah's POV?

Josiah returns to his sitting room after a horrible scolding from his father. His deception has been found out, he publicly embarrassed himself at the luncheon, and his father has called him just about every uncomplimentary thing possible. He's burning with shame and anger, and he's pretty sure that Tamett told his father everything. So when he sees a letter in Tamett's handwriting lying around, he reads it; he's beyond caring about common decency when it comes to Tamett. Turns out Tamett has written some harsh things about Josiah to his sister, and Josiah is even more embarrassed and angry. He never thought Tamett disliked him this much, and he feels like the whole world hates and looks down on him right now. He wishes he could talk to his mother about this--she would understand.

Instead, he decides to focus on something he knows that he can do right: music. He's playing the piano when Tamett arrives. Josiah calls him out on neglecting violin practice because this at least would put him back in the superior position. And he jumps at the opportunity to correct Tamett's practicing. Before he can stop himself, he reveals that he's read the letter and lashes out at Tamett. To his surprise, Tamett snaps back. He didn't think that was even possible, and the things that Tamett says come far too soon after that scolding from his father. Once he collects his thoughts enough to try to retort, his father shows up.

No one is doing things they normally do today, and it's getting to be a bit much for Josiah. He tries to resume normal activity by reporting Tamett's letter to his father, but his father doesn't seem bothered that a Noriberian is slandering his elder son. Instead, he announces that he has something to discuss. Josiah is nervous, but at least they're going to talk over hot-chocolate-and-cake. He is aghast when his father gives away his serving to Tamett and he has to sit there in silent hunger and resentment while his snitch of a companion devours what should have been Josiah's.

Things start to look up when it sounds like Josiah's going to be sent to school, but it's not the school that he's been dreaming of attending since childhood--he's being sent to Hollingham in Corege. Josiah panics, especially when his father adds that Tamett is coming with him as a servant. He tries to explain to his father that he doesn't want to go to Hollingham, which normally would be an effective argument, but his father won't budge, not even when Josiah plays the "Mother wanted me to go to school here" card.

So Josiah's life is completely ruined forever, and he makes sure that Tamett, the person responsible for his misery, knows that he can't get away with such a crime.

Camp Tolkien: Day 11

Welcome to another day at Camp Tolkien!

Our two-week summer camp is a chance for you to work on the project of your choice in the company of other writers. No matter which stage of the process you’re in–brainstorming, outlining, drafting, revising–Camp Tolkien’s activities are here to help you make progress. Bring along your projects, and have fun!

Today’s four activities are listed below. Choose whichever one you wish–choose more than one if you want to.

Talent Show: Show us at least three characters from your project, and tell what their most impressive talent or trait is.

Field Trip: Work on your project in a location outside your place of residence--cafe, library, park, etc.

Marching Band: Listen to a favorite song. Start writing when the song starts and see how many words you can write before the song ends.

Tug-of-War: Write or summarize an important scene of your project from one character's point-of-view, then write or summarize the same scene from a different character's point-of-view.

When you’re finished, reblog or reply to this post, telling us how it went, and/or sharing what you wrote for the day.

So glad to have you all at camp! Have fun, go forth, and create!

[thegoddesswater]

Blorbo Blursday! Among your characters, what letter is favored to start the name with?

Thanks!

I did a quick-ish brainstorm of as many characters as I could remember and, like the dork that I am, put them all in a spreadsheet so I could count. I knew there would be trends and that it would almost definitely be "A" or "R" as the most common first initial for my characters. (And then NEITHER WAS) I figured "J" was going to have a much stronger showing, but apparently not... Maybe I just feel like there's more Js because they tend to congregate when they're in the same story...

Top 5 initials were:

C - 20 entries (10.7%)

A - 18 entries (9.6%)

R - 16 entries (8.6%)

K - 13 entries (6.9%)

S - 11 entries (5.8%)

Also, I am legitimately surprised that I have used each letter at least once for everyone I came up with.

[inktheblot]

the best people in life are free 🌈✨

Been a while since I finished an AMV so I just messed around with one for fun 💖

[molathesunfish]

my limbus bugs mainly based on characters that may or may not show up later... and one mystery feature for your guessing fun:]

[winter-spark]

CitoIta and Kingdom Hearts Headcanons

Because I like Kingdom Hearts and I like them and they are gamers

(I say CitoIta but honestly, it’s just because it’s about Citron & Itaru, the ship is kinda vague here lol. Like it’s probably optional to read it that way at this point)

(There’s an attempted bonus section about Banri at the end, that’s why I tagged him.)

Edit: Ignore this part, just felt wrong to delete {Opening in new tab is strongly advised. I used bullet points with sub bullet points. UPDATE: I personally struggled with opening this in a new tab on the blog where all the subpoints are properly formatted, so I pinned it so you can go right to my blog and find it easily if you want. Also I moved the Intro below the Keep Reading link for space.}

Keep Reading (I manually put this one so it would hopefully always open in a new properly formatted tab)

In this post, scientifically backed by my memory, understanding of the characters and other things (eg: feelings, unlisted headcanons, & my understanding of types of people in fanbases/the kh fandom, minus shippers, I’m not touching that... here, I might consider it in the future, probably not but maybe), I will go over basics like how many games they’ve played and their fave games, trios, characters by groups, and moments. Also, there are conversations and little tidbits about how it fits into their world. I tried to pick a favorite battle but note that they probably have more than one those are just notable ones that I thought were worth mentioning. There will be KH spoilers if you’re someone unfamiliar/not caught up with it. 

Citron

Has not played every game but has looked into the story and watched playthroughs of some of the other games.

Hasn’t played the games he has played in order, 

Might not have caught up on the story in order but if so that’d be more because he was looking for specific characters and info

Has definitely played BBS, Days, CoM, UX, & Dark Road. 

Might’ve played (one, two or all three of the following, idk) DDD, Re:Coded, KH

Has definitely not played KH2,

Likes to find/delve into theories

Read the Sleeping Realm Theory 

to Itaru, because he thought it sorta sounded interesting but told Citron he wasn’t reading all that.

I don’t know any other names of long theories besides SRT but you can bet your bottom dollar that Citron has read(or listened to) them for sure

Wants very much to try Sea Salt ice cream

Considering figuring out how to make Wayfinders

UX Union:

Anguis 

and has never switched unions

Favorites:

Game: Birth By Sleep

Trio: Keyblade Knights

Lost Trio is a close second

Character from each group:

Destiny: Sora

Sea Salt: Axel

Keyblade Knights: Aqua

Twilight Town: Hayner

Lost Trio: Namine

but Vanitas is a close second

Organization 13(minus Sea Salt): Xemnas, Zexion/Ienzo or Demyx(probably depends on the day)

Foretellers: Luxu

Xkids: Brain

& He gets bonus points for dressing up his Chirithy

DR Underclassmen: Vor

DR Upperclassmen: Vidar

Xehanort: Xemnas (?)

I know I listed Xemnas as one of his faves in Organization 13 but genuinely I feel it’s a v love hate relationship, where the love is that he can and definitely would(is like two seconds away from it) do an analysis on Xemnas’s actions/behaviors/character

Boss Battle(that he definitely 100% played): 

BBS Aqua ft. Terra vs Terranort

Opening:

Birth by Sleep 0.2 A Fragmentary Passage

Moments/Tidbits:

Involving Fave Trio:

All three:

KH3

Terra gaining control and saving Aqua and Ven

Aqua:

BBS

Doing her job but still standing up for Stitch

Giving up everything to try and save Terra

BBS 0.2

Knowingly chasing after illusions of her friends because she misses them so much.

Terra:

BBS

Gaining hope from meeting Cinderella

Standing against Eraqus to protect Ven

Ven:

BBS:

Running away with Stitch, lowkey being a space criminal

DDD:

Putting his armor on Sora to protect him from the darkness 

Involving someone other than Fave Trio:

KH1:

Kairi protecting Sora/saving him from being a Heartless

Days:

that Sora just subconsciously gave some of his memories to Xion because she didn’t have any

DDD

Neku telling Joshua Shibuya is his home too

Sora going off to thank the Dreameaters

Commonly Quoted(? idk what else to call these, i specifically mean the ones you find in compilations and stuff) Lines from the English Translation: “[’Me? I’m already half Xehanort'] ‘That’s nuts...’”

Bracketed the first part bcuz I think he uses the second part as a reaction sometimes, same infliction and everything

It’s at the point that Tsuzuru’s familiar with it, against his wishes(If Citron says the first part Tsuzuru might accidentally properly respond, that’s how deep in he is, he’s not even sure who Xehanort is(but he does think that’s nuts))

Final things of note: 

Is excited for Atlantis in KH2

Enjoys the attractions in KH3:

Loves that Dark Aqua could be beat w/ a pirate ship 

Loves that there was a roller coaster in the Keyblade Graveyard

Favorite Summons:

KH: Tinkerbell & Bambi

KH2: Stitch

KH3: Ariel & Meowwow

Often forgets he has items but has gotten really good at blocking and healing because of it

Very good with magic

Itaru

Has played just about every game in release date order, 

with just about 100% completion on all of them

Is (lowkey, but acts highkey) appalled Citron hasn’t played the games in order, currently planning time for them to play through all the games together

Has read the manga and maybe some of the light novels

Does look at theories sometimes, might even have a few of his own, definitely has his own headcanons

Secretly wishes he could share a Paopu Fruit w/ someone

UX Union:

Vulpeus

There’s a possibility he might’ve tried the other unions at some point but Vulpeus is his main and current union

Favorites:

Game: KH2

Trio: Sea Salt

Character from each group:

Destiny: Currently Riku, 

Wants it to be Kairi, but it’s just not, is always excited and ready for Kairi news tho

Was Sora for awhile

Sea Salt: Roxas, 

It really is, but he would absolutely main Xion if given the chance

Keyblade Knights: Aqua

Twilight Town: Roxas  Olette 

though he somewhat feels guilty to Pence as feels like he spent more time with Pence but that Olette is just a tad bit cooler

Lost Trio: Rep,

but Namine’s a close second 

Organization 13(minus Sea Salt): Currently Saïx/Isa, but it’s kind of a love hate relationship

There’s also a lean towards Larxene

Foretellers: Ava

Xkids: Skuld

DR underclassmen: Baldr

DR Upperclassmen: Hoder

Yes he cried over their story, no he won’t openly admit it

Chikage did witness it tho

Xehanort: Ansem SoD

Boss Battle (that he definitely 100% played): 

Days Roxas v Xion

Opening:

KH2, 

not because KH2 is his favorite game but rather it adds to why KH2 is his favorite game

Moments/Tidbits:

Involving Fave Trio:

All Three:

KH3

Their whole battle/reunion

to clarify the Lea Isa scene is a part of that

Roxas:

Days

The scene around the Riku vs Roxas battle

KH2:

Roxas v Sora scene

(I debated between this and the DDD scene. Also I feel like his list of favorite Roxas moment is longer than this but)

Xion:

KH2:

The seashell in the opening... for Xion

Days

Xion getting her own answers and spending time with Namine and Riku

Xion leaving all those seashells for Roxas

Axel:

CoM

Letting Namine go

KH2

Sacrificing himself to save Sora

Involving someone other than Fave Trio: 

KH2

Sora and Riku in RoD

Coded:

(Data-)Riku reaching for the moon

UX

Ephemer and Skuld saving Player|Star(light)/bringing them to the new version of the world

KH3 Re: Mind

Playing as Kairi in that boss battle

The fact that Kairi throws her keyblade because she trained with Axel

Commonly Quoted(?) Lines from the English Translation: “Roxas, that’s a stick.”

Final things of note:

Has found all 101 Dalmatians

Has read fanfiction longer than the Sleeping Realm Theory

(which is actually really easy to do, I looked it up and the docs word count is 31,265)

Has his Data-boss battles on his channel

Proud it only took a couple of tries to beat Yozora (he recorded each try to put his win on his channel)

Uses items all the time, knows when the best time to effectively use items for maximum item usage

“Actual" conversations:

Fave Games:

Itaru: *rambling about some KH2-related topic &/or how he can’t believe Citron hasn’t played 2*

Citron: ooo! Itaru, are you one of those guys who feels Kingdom Hearts peaked at 2?

Itaru: Kingdom Hearts 2 is just an objectively good game, the other games are good too though. KH2 is just, objectively speaking, great. Is it my favorite? Yes, but it’s completely warranted as...

Citron: *smiling as Itaru starts rambling knowing that he’s point two seconds away from going into a 2hr spiel about how KH2 is great*

Itaru: *clears throat catching himself early* A-Anyway, which one’s your favorite?

Citron: Birth by Sleep! I love the ice cream rhythm game :3

Itaru: *understanding that there’s definitely a lot deeper of a reason to that being Citron’s fave* Oh, that’s a good pick. Actually sorta seems on brand for you. Ice Cream Beat is pretty fun.

[Then they boot up Itaru’s copy of BBS and play Ice Cream Beat]

Play Order:

Itaru: So it’s a little late for you to get the full proper experience but we’re gonna play the games in order because it’s really the best way to experience the games.

Citron: Ok, speaking of order and since we’ll get to Birth By Sleep eventually, we both agree that the best way to play the first time is Aqua Terra Ven, yes?

Itaru [has played each route and in varying order, does not quite remember which order he played the game in the first time but is pretty sure it was Terra Ven Aqua]: ...Ven makes a lot of sense to play last...

Citron: Then I am glad we are in agreement. ^^

Itaru: Most people play Aqua last tho--

Citron: Sure chronologically she left Land of Departure last, but story telling-wise *starts talking about why Aqua, Terra, Ven is the best order*

Twewy: (I could do a whole other post on headcanons regarding them playing twewy, it’d maybe be shorter, tho maybe I won’t bcuz I feel like they know more than me lol(I say like Itaru doesn’t know more about KH than me *cries*). If I refer to twewy’s og name wrong here I’m sorry)

Citron: It’s cool that the twewy characters were in DDD. :)

Itaru: Yea. Oh you played subaseka before you met the cast in 3D right?

Citron: :)

Itaru: Right?

[Citron refuses to answer because he thinks leaving Itaru hanging is funnier than a yes or no ever could be]

Ansem SoD as Itaru’s Fave Xehanort:

Citron *three seconds after finding out*: So, is he your favorite because nostalgia as he was the first one you battled or because you think he’s hot?

Itaru: *chokes on being immediately found out because it’s both*

Bonus: Banri & KH Headcanons for no reason other than he also plays games

(With some obligatory Citron and Itaru mentions below because this is their post lol Banri’s not a part of CitoIta. Just to clarify)

Probably has not played all the games

Stares at Itaru whenever he starts talking about secret bosses or hard-to-find treasure chests/secret reports typically until he stops, lists a specific Banri is familiar with or Banri finds a way to shift the conversation. It’s not that he hasn’t come across them he just

doesn’t know which bosses are secret and which aren’t

doesn’t go out of his way to look for treasure chests

Partakes in the memes

Can quote more games than he played honestly, loves those “out of context”/”lines I quote” videos

Has memes saved to his phone

Azami and Taichi borrowed his phone once for picture reasons and Azami was appalled by the Aqua Cinderella meme & the Terra memes (ifykyk)

Probably had Xion’s scream from Days as Sakyo’s someone’s ringtone as a joke (can people set ringtones and ringback tones anymore?) but then he recieved a call from that person in public and was lowkey highkey embarassed so he unset it

He and Citron:

have done a Goofy rendition of Bring Me to Life one time

though Banri sorta begrudgingly participated

At least one Mankai member who was there said he’s not going Karaoke w/ them anymore

are quick to point out or send pictures of “Lucky Emblems” when they see them, it’s almost a contest at this point

Sakyo has asked them to stop sending “lOOk!! a LuCKy emBlem!” in the main chat with a picture of three connected circles, Itaru eggs them on tho

Itaru participates too but he doesn’t have the same luck in seeing them, he is the reason they started tho as in person he pointed one out so later Citron sent a picture of one to show him, so Banri just had to too but he sent two as he already had the pictures and was gonna show them later, so Citron had to find two more to be in the lead and after he found just one more, Banri caught on that they were competing and they spiraled from there

I know logically they don’t appear that often irl but I also know in my heart that it’s happened enough that Taichi, then Kazu and Kumon participated. Now,  the rest of Mankai keeps an eye out for them

Between Tsumugi’s picture of flower bulbs leaning together captioned “Does this count as a lucky emblem?” Izumi asking how many points she gets for a random spot on the ground that sorta looks like a lucky emblem & Omi sending a picture of at lighting set up from work saying “ at this angle this sorta looks like a lucky emblem right?” Sakyo’s feeling a little betrayed because each of those were during times when people weren’t actively mentioning them in the chat.

Winter Troupe is the first troupe to all find at least one “Lucky Emblem”

Autumn troupe (jokingly) blame Sakyo for them not being first

UX Union:

Has probably been in a couple, Ursus or Vulpeus most recently

Favorites:

Game: Dream Drop Distance

but would rather tell you he “hasn’t thought about it, maybe 2″

Trio: Destiny, 

but might not correct you if you guessed Sea Salt,

Character from each group:

Destiny: Riku

He honestly sorta relates in ways. I’m not gonna get too into it but like yea he feels.

Sea Salt: Roxas

Keyblade Knights: Terra, 

but he makes jokes that rag on him a lot so unless you know Banri you would probably think he hates him or just likes to make fun of him. He really does like Terra as a character tho. Feels for him too. But as we know bullying is his love language

Twilight Town: Seifer Pence

Seifer’s a joke fave because of the undeniable proof [they] totally owned [those] lamers (if ykyk)

Lost Trio: Vanitas, 

but Rep’s a close second

Organization 13(minus Sea Salt): Larxene & Xigbar

Foretellers: Luxu (?)

Xkids: Player|Star(light)

DR Underclassmen: Xehanort, “but Bragi’s kinda cool, I guess.”

DR Upperclassmen: *hasn’t actually caught up yet, but he likes Helgi’s design*

Xehanort: Young Master Xehanort(YMX)

Itaru says it’s because they’re both brats

Boss Battle (that he definitely 100% played): 

KH2 Sora v Sephiroth or DDD Riku v YMX [I couldn’t decide which one to list]

Opening:

KH3

Moments/Tidbits:

Involving Fave Trio:

All Three:

KH2

Kairi “calling Riku tf out” ultimately leading to the reunion

KH3

Riku talking with Rep on the beach, Kairi and Sora sees him sitting there by himself

Sora:

KH1

Sora giving his goofy smile before plunging a keyblade into his chest

KH3

Sora dropping down to protect Riku from Dark Aqua in the nick of time

Riku:

DDD

That Riku just subconsciously became a dream eater

KH3

Riku taking a stand against the heartless despite just about all hope being lost

Kairi:

KH2:

Kairi(and Namine) preparing to fight Saix and the berserker nobodies with their bare hands

KH3 Re:Mind

Kairi getting a surprise attack in on Xemnas

Involving someone other than Fave Trio: 

KH3

Yeetus Vanitas

Woody roasting YMX

DDD

YMX & Vanitas spouting “nonsense” at Sora

Lea showing up and Donald & Goofy dropping from the sky, ultimately coming to the rescue

UX

Star ready to square up with the Foretellers

mainly in reference to the Star v Ira speech/scene/fight but the Aced one too

Commonly Quoted(?) Lines from the English Translation: “Mickey it’s Riku, they put bugs in him!” & “Thank you Sora’s heart”

Final things of note:

Always plays on proud mode from the get-go

Not really a completion-ist but does have just about every trophy earned on DDD

Didn’t know you could lose to Yozora in the battle against him

Probably actually more of a Final Fantasy fan than KH, or at least got into KH because the Final Fantasy appearances

Bonus Convos:

Demyx:

Itaru: Yea, I can’t figure out Luxord, for Demyx I’ve seen people guess his name as Myde.

Banri: lol I like the theory that his name is Demyx and he just wandered into the Organization 

Citron: That one is funny, but as far as likelyness goes I like to think his name is Demy and they just slapped an x at the end.

Banri: The laziest naming.

Citron: Exactly!

[and then Banri and Citron start talking about Demyx and it somehow leads them to talking about Goofy’s “death” in KH2 and now they’re talking about KH memes and jokes and Itaru just wanted to know if they had any thoughts on Luxord’s name.]

Vanitas vs Aqua:

Banri: *(possibly somewhat jokingly) insinuates Vanitas is as strong but probably stronger than Aqua*

Citron: *gasp* No!! He is not.

Banri: Really? Then how come he almost took Aqua out?

Citron[genuinely loves Vanitas]: He is a rat! He cannot beat Aqua in a fair fight!

Itaru: I believe he means brat.

Citron: No!! I mean rat, feral ferret child! Can only beat Aqua after biting her and giving her rabies! And even then, she still has at least a week to destroy him.

Itaru: lol that’s quite the metaphor.

Banri: I... *got lost* ???

Itaru: He’s saying Vanitas can only use dirty tricks to even get close to beating Aqua.

Banri: ???

Citron: If Vanitas could beat her he wouldn’t have to result to tricks like firing at Ven, which she was already off her A-game then mind you. But honestly, if Vanitas can’t even get close to beating Terra what hope does he have to actually beat Aqua. I can vouch that he can’t beat Terra. I beat the Terra v Xehanort and Vanitas battle by whacking Vanitas around. It was really easy. Vanitas has only beaten Ven in a fair fight. He’s not nearly as strong as Terra and Aqua. It’s demonstrated through their elements, really. Vanitas is fire...

Banri: *stressed, wasn’t expecting a whole lecture, looks to Itaru for help*

Itaru: *nodding along listening to what Citron has to say*

So yeah those are some of my headcanons involving KH and CitoIta (and Banri with minor Mankai mentions.) If anyone wants to do Taichi(who idk could play already, while I haven’t picked any out I know what type of moments would be his faves, I just can’t figure out yet if he prefers characters he relates to or characters he thinks are cool/want to be like) or Kumon (who I’d feel would want to start after seeing them enjoy it, bet Banri and Citron would have him play chronologically by timeline rather than release order “for science”) or any other characters, really, I’d gladly read it. I can see Taichi & Kumon playing KH but I don’t feel like I know them well enough to do this with them lol. I’m not even sure I know Banri well even to this with him but I attempted it lol. If there’s any questions about my decisions I might answer them, some are easier to put into words than others though. 

Anywho, I dunno how to end this post tbh. Ship CitoIta, Play Kingdom Hearts. idk. 

Thanks for reading all of my nonsense lol.

[succubusvalentine]

Simon Riley with a user who basically kidnaps herself. CW : Masturbation, mentions of oral

It started with the little things. You felt the hairs on the back of your neck raise more frequently. You heard heavy breathing and a slick sound at night coming from your slightly open window. A blank account following your public instagram account.

You then started seeing him. A tall burly man that seemed to always appear In the corner of your eye. You never saw his face because of the balaclava he wore. And that frustrated you.

Hell, if a guy is going to stalk you, the least he can do is not hide his face.

Eventually, you got sick of it. You let the brute of a man follow you home as usual. Let him watch you 'sleep' through your window while he fisted his cock. And then when he went home, you followed him.

You honestly thought he'd catch you. Feel you watching him. Following him home. But it seemed that his post orgasmic haze rendered him vulnerable.

You followed the man to a nice looking home. Not huge or anything, but It was cozy.

You then watched through a window as he drank a glass of whiskey, before walking through the home to his bedroom.

You quickly rushed to the bedroom window, glad the blinds weren't fully shut.

The man then sat down on his bed, pulling something from his bedside drawer-hey wait, are those your fucking panties you lost? Sneaky bastard. Those are your favourite.

And now he's fisting his cock again. Only this time, he's taken off that stupid balaclava to sniff them and-oh.

Oh.

Fuck, he's hot.

Those scars, the dirty blonde hair, the slightly crooked nose from being broken so many times, Jesus H Christ.

Yeah. To say you were thinking of this mans face between your thighs was an understatement. He might genuinely be one of the hottest men you've ever seen.

You quickly went home, going to the blank account that had followed you, and with a few clicks, you found the guys private instagram. Simon Riley. He's not the only person who's good at stalking.

You then found out that he was in the military. A Lieutenant. Seemed to be really private. No matter though, you already knew where he lived.

The following day, you took the day off work, and broke into Simon's home. Moving almost all of your stuff in. He wouldn't mind.

Then, when Simon walked into his house he stopped dead in his tracks as he saw you, sipping from one of his mugs, on his couch.

The woman he'd been stalking for nearly a year.

"I-what-what are you doing here?" He muttered, eyes wide as he took off his balaclava.

"You should have shown me your face earlier. I would have moved in ages ago" you shrugged.

"Moved in?" Simon almost squeaked.

⛧°. ⋆𓌹♰𓌺⋆. °⛧

before you all panic, yes. There will be a part two :p

Edit! ~ there's a part 2 you thirsty animals ⟢ right here! ❤︎

[xavieremix]

okay so the tags on that last post got me feeling those melon collies so i'm just gonna. tagdump in here. slightly sensitive topics? so uh. scroll down (or press J to jump to next post). or read my thoughts like the morning paper. sorry. cheers.