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kalixora · 2 months

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Bumblebee x Autobot reader

Bay-verse | Revenge of the fallen

Quick one-shot

“Sam…” you spoke up, watching the boy pace back and forth, his steps erratic and his breathing heavy.

“There’s nothing you could’ve done,” your optics softened as you kneeled down beside him, your servos gently resting on his shoulder.

Sam looked up at you; you could see the tears in his eyes streaming down his face. His skin was dirty, smudged with grime, and his clothes were partly torn.

“I don’t know what to do…” His voice was shaky, filled with despair.

“We stick together, Sam,” you nodded, offering a reassuring smile on your face plate.

Hearing more footsteps, you lifted your helm, seeing Bumblebee back with the twins, Skids and Mudflap, who were bantering as usual.

“Welp, no punk-ass cons followed us, so we all good,” Mudflap said, a hint of bravado in his tone.

“Good,” you hummed, feeling a slight sense of relief.

“Sam— you okay?” Bumblebee said through the radio. Sam sniffled and wiped his face with the back of his hand, trying to compose himself. “Yeah… I’m okay, Bee. Just… overwhelmed.”

Bumblebee stepped closer, his optics softening. “We’re here for you, Sam. We’ll get through this together.”

You stood back up, placing your servo on your hip, hearing Sam’s friend Leo walking over to you all in a panicked frenzy.

“Literally, I can’t believe this—this shit is insane!” Leo exclaimed, his voice cracking with fear.

“Ah, here his punk ass go again,” Skidz groaned. “Fucking pussy.”

“Hey, hey! I shouldn’t be here—literally should not be here right now, man! I can just go back and tell them I had nothing to do with it because technically I didn’t—Simplemente corrí hacia donde tú corrías. Esto no tiene nada que ver conmigo, soy inocente!” Leo rambled, his words spilling out faster and faster.

Switching your servo to a gun, you commanded, “Shut it.”

Leo’s eyes widened as he put his hands in the air, shouting, “Woah woah woah! Don’t shoot! I’m just saying—this isn’t my fight! I’m not cut out for this! I can’t handle this kind of pressure! And you—oh my god, you were a Decepticon! How do we know we can trust you? How do I know you won’t just turn on us? This is crazy!”

Bee quickly stepped in front of you, waving your gun away from Leo’s direction. “No need for that, let’s stay calm,” he urged.

“Oh oh, you done pissed off one of the old ones,” Skid began to holler. “Nah uh, imma stay right here.

“Old one? What do you mean old! You’re a bad one—MAN! What the fuck—” Leo stammered, “I can’t do this! I can’t do this shit! I don’t want to die! I have a life, I have plans, I have—And now we have a former Decepticon on our side? How is this supposed to make me feel safe?”

Sam cussed to himself as he shoved Leo back slightly. “She was one. Was! Keyword, remember that, alright?” Sam looked up at you his eyes giving a pleading stare. “N/N, please—”

“Sorry,” you said, switching back to your servo. “Old habit.”

“That’s that Megatron training right there,” Mudflap joked.”

“Mhm, from Destiny’s Child to Beyoncé, she’s glowin’ now, look at her,” Skid laughed, nudging Mudflap.

“You two— fucking shitheads think this is funny?” Leo snapped at the twins.

Leo, still catching his breath and visibly trembling. “This is all just too much. I mean, how are we supposed to trust her? What if she goes back to the Decepticons? What if—”

Sam sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Shut up! Jesus! We fugitives! We’re ALL fugitives— doesn’t matter anymore. Shit is gonna happen, more shit is gonna get ugly! You wanted to be apart of it now you’re in the middle of it.”

Mudflap chuckled. “Well at least we look good.”

“Right, cause we sexier than a mother fucka,” Skidz said nodding his helm. “Got shit twisted, we gonna come out looking like hero’s. Leo’s gonna come out with no clothes and a thong.”

“I can fucking hear you two!” Leo shouted.

You walked away towards Mikaela, who was sitting by a fire. Transforming into your vehicle mode, you opened your door. “It’s a lot warmer in here,” you said, using the radio to communicate with her.

Mikaela looked up, her eyes reflecting the flickering flames, and gave a small smile. “Thanks,” she said, standing up and walking over to you. She slipped into the passenger seat, closing the door behind her.

Settling into your warm interior, Mikaela sighed in relief. “This is much better,” she admitted, rubbing her hands together to warm them up.

You adjusted your internal temperature to make her more comfortable. “I know it’s been a rough day, but we’re all here for each other,” you said through the radio.

Mikaela nodded, her expression softening. “Yeah, I know. It’s just… a lot to take in. Y/N….?”

“Yes?”

“What’s gonna happen to us?”

“…get some sleep Mikaela.”

. . .

You felt a tap on your hood, waking up from your recharge. You slowly scanned the area, picking up Mikaela’s body near Sam on a broken couch. Transforming into your alt mode, your optics opened and adjusted, seeing Bumblebee standing near you.

He tilted his helm, swaying his servo for you to follow him. You followed him a little ways out, not too far where you couldn’t see the fire.

“What is it, Bee?” you asked him. “Everything okay?”

“Losing… Optimus made me think about losing Sam and you… I can’t lose you,” Bumblebee said, looking at you intently.

“Bumblebee,” you chuckled shyly. “What are you saying right now?”

“You and I—have more chemistry than I thought. I love you, Y/N, more than the world could ever know,” Bumblebee said, stuttering slightly with his voice box.

Your optics widened in surprise, the sincerity in his words and the vulnerability in his stance taking you a little aback. “Bee, you and I we—“

Bumblebee took a step closer, his servos gently reaching out to you. “I’ve felt this way for a while. I just never found the right moment to tell you. But with everything going on….”

You processed his words, feeling a mix of emotions. “I love you too. Always felt it in my spark.”

A relieved, happy sound emanated from Bumblebee. “You do?”

“Yes, I do,” you admitted, stepping closer and placing your servo on his. Bumblebee brought you closer, his helm touching yours gently. You hummed, closing your optics. “Even with a con, you still want this?”

“More than anything,” Bumblebee replied, his voice steady and full of conviction.

You felt a warmth spread through your circuits. “We’ll be okay…”

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abravesoul03 · 9 months

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THE DEVIL WITHIN?!

(Wolf'lo Chocol's ver. Part II)

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GP!CHOCOL X FEM READER

Warning: (Angst/Both Chocol and reader apologizing/Chocol has a gun?/ Chocol has a nose bleed/mentions of shooting/blood/if you pay attention, maybe mention of human trafficking?)

A/N: Heyy love's I'm back with part II of the devil within chocol ver. I hope you guys like it!❤️‍🔥

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Gayoung turned towards you, as your head hung low hearing the news as well.

Your pic was then flashed on the screen.

"Y/N L/N?"

"y-your underaged?" Her hands trembled as she sat down on the edge facing you with immense guilt.

Tears pricked at your eyes. Soon you broke down, your knees held close to your chest.

Gayoung was lost, she wasn't sure what has to be done in this situation. Yes she has done this before with other girls but with you it was different.

She would immediately send them away after she had satisfied herself. But you she kept in her hold all night long. It could have been the affect of the alcohol or whatever but believe it or not she had fallen in love with you in first sight.

"Yah Yong-seo, I need a girl tonight."

"Sure Miss Jo, any type you want- oh wait actually I have a new recruit. I'll send you a pic."

"A new recruit? How is she?"

"She has an amazing body, legs, she smaller and she's '23.'"

"Mhmm fine, just make it quick. Tell her to not get on my bad side. I'm already fucking pissed with my job."

"Alright Miss Jo, will do."

As the call ended, Gayoung got a message from number she previously conversed with.

*2 pictures attached*

Her jaw dropped looking at your pictures. Your lips, eyes, nose... Looked amazing. Something poked her heart. You were perfect. She wanted, no she needed you.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do this. P-please don't call the police. I'll j-just go away if you let m-me go."

Your broken voice and sniffles brought her back. She immediately went over to your side and hugged you thight but careful as to not hurt you anymore.

"No don't cry, it's not your fault. I'm the one who has to be sorry. And no, I won't report you to the police. But I just need one thing from you. Will you do it?"

Her eyes made contact with your in hopes of getting an awnser. You were confused, was gonna she ask you to sleep with her again? Was she gonna torcher you again? Worst, is she gonna kill you?

You were anxious but nod lightly.

"I just need you to trust me please. I know you wouldn't but just this once please. I'll keep you safe from everyone. I promise."

You didn't know what to say. Soon she picked you up gently. Going to the bathroom.

"let's get cleaned up first."

She sat you in the tub, and opened the tap with right temperature.

"Is it ok if I helped you clean up?"

You didn't answer her. Maybe you didn't trust her enough yet.

" It's ok if you don't want to though, I can leave."

She turned on her heels about leave the bathroom before she felt a hand gripping her own.

"stay." You wanted her help.

She slowly cleaned you up, from washing your hair to soaping up your body.

"look about yesterday night, Yong-seo told me you were over 20, that's why I just went you know. If I knew better, I wouldn't have even laid a finger on you."

"It's o-ok, I'm the one who accepted his offer by being his worker."

Gayoung kept quiet. Soon after the both of were cleaned up she carried you back to bed. She dressed you up in one of her shorts and her oversized shirt. It smelled of as an expensive perfume.

"I see that you don't have a change of clothes. I hope mine aren't too big."

Again things went quite. Gayoung pulled out her phone and dialed a familiar number.

"Hello? How was she miss Jo-"

"Shut the fuck up bastard. Send me account number and the amount you want for that girl. After you've got the money don't look for her ever again." She ended the call as soon after she got a notification from Yong-seo. A few minutes later around 15million was transferred from her account.

She turned you giving you an assuring smile.

"He won't bother you again."

GAYOUNG'S POV

I promise to take care of her. It's almost time to check out. I gather my things and looked at her. She was starting at wall, all blank. She must be hungry? Scared? Confused? Maybe all?

"Uhm y/n? Let's go, I'm going bring you back to my place, you'll be safe there-"

A knock on the door interrupted me.

"ma'am it's room service, we have got your extra towel." A voice was heard, we didn't ask for room service at all.

I put my index finger on my lips indicating y/n to be quite. I fished in my bag and grabbed my gun.

Please don't let it be Him. Just please don't at least not now that is. I took cautious steps towards the door, gun in hand. As I was about to peep through the peephole, the door was kicked open from the other side.

It didn't hit me as I moved away in time. It was a guy in all black outfit, I aimed my gun at him. He kicked it out my hand and pinned me to the ground.

"get your fucking hands off of me fucker!!"

A punch was delivered to my face. It hurt, I could feel my nose get wet. It's probably blood.

"shut up you filthy bitch." His gaze slowly turn to y/n's direction. "Ouh what do we have here-AHH!"

Gave him a harsh kick to his center as his grip loosened on my hands. I managed to get up and retreat my gun as he wailed in pain.

I grabbed his shirt, gun pointing right on his forehead.

"Did he send you?"

"none of your fucking-FUCK YOU FUCKING CUNT!!"

I shot his right leg.

"answer my fucking question. Say anything irrelevant to my question, it'll be your left leg next."

I gritted my teeth, repositioning the gun to his forehead.

"YES!! Yes it w-was please l-let me go-"

*BANG*

I shot him, as his body fell on the floor. Soon it become lifeless and pooled with blood.

I could my own blood dripping, I wipped my nose with the back of my sleeve.

I quickly put away gun and took my bag, and carried y/n on my back.

"I'll explain everything, when we're at my place I promise." She looked pale, she must've gotten scared. Fuck what were you thinking Jo Gayoung?

I rushed down to my car, seating her in the passenger seat and getting myself in the driver seat of my Supra.

How did he know I was here?

-TO BE CONTINUED-

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A/N: What do you guys think? Part III?🥹

#abravesoul.txt #abravesoul thoughts #swf2 imagine #swf2 x reader #swf2 #bada lee #abravesoul writings #chocol smut #chocol swf2 #chocol x reader #wolf'lo

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ryu-skies · 1 year

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Ren helps C retrieve his belongings from Zane. (3.6k)

C stands outside of the familiar double door entrance to Zane’s penthouse, feeling overwhelmed by a plethora of memories he’s since suppressed. He hesitates and Ren seems to notice, placing his hand on C’s shoulder.

“We can leave, you know.” Ren squeezes C’s shoulder reassuringly and C shoots him a nervous look.

“I know… But I think this will be good for me in a way. I can get what’s left and finally be able to move on.”

Ren nods, though not looking too convinced, and supports C anyway. He lets C take his time until he’s ready and knocks on the door, rolling back and forth on his heels anxiously as they wait. After what feels like an eternity, the door opens. There stands Zane in his usual attire, wearing a pristine button down free of wrinkles and a shiny, expensive looking watch. He looks down on the two boys, an intimidating smile on his face.

“Hello C. It’s been a while.” Zane’s gaze flicks to Ren, expression unwavering. “I see you brought company.”

Ren squints up at the man, not bothering to fake any smiles.

“Zane… This is Ren. I feel like it’s better for the both of us to have someone else present.”

C’s voice is softer, smaller, when he talks to Zane, Ren notices. Almost as though he was scared.

“I understand. You’re both welcome to come in. C, I’ve gathered most of your things in my closet— I’m sure you remember where that is.” Zane looks Ren straight in the eyes as he says the last part.

“Um, can we talk for a moment first? …Privately?” C glances towards Ren. “I’m sorry, Ren. It’ll be quick, I promise.”

Ren stiffens, biting at the inside of his cheek. “It’s fine. I’ll be here until you’re finished.”

C shoots Ren an apologetic look as he steps inside and Zane shuts the door, leaving Ren to wait outside. Zane smiles at C, expression warm but misleading.

“It’s just us now,” He speaks softly and C shifts uncomfortably. “Almost like old times.”

“Zane…” C bites his lip, willing himself to meet Zane’s eyes. “Please don’t tell Ren about our arrangement. I told him we met normally and I’d like to keep it that way.”

Zane raises his eyebrows, lips twitching upwards. “Oh? Why shouldn’t I? Are you and him romantically involved?”

C shakes his head, hands starting to tremble. “No, I just don’t want him to know that you paid me. I don’t want him to see me that way.”

Zane steps into C’s space, finger hooking under his chin to lift C’s head. He leans in closer and C can’t tear his eyes away from Zane’s even as he feels his stomach turn at the thought of Zane kissing him.

“Ask nicely.” Zane commands, breath ghosting over C’s lips.

“Please,”

Zane tsk’s, eyes narrowing.

“...Sir.” C finishes quietly, cheeks burning in humiliation. It hurts him to say something that brings back memories he’s buried deep in the back of his mind, but he’s desperate to hide his past from Ren.

“Good boy.” Zane releases C, stepping back.

He opens the door before C can process, causing Ren to stop his pacing on the other side. Ren immediately picks up on C’s discomfort and steps forward to rest his hand on C’s back. C jumps at the contact, incapable of facing Ren with the guilt running through him.

“C, are you okay?”

“All good, yeah!” C blurts out, making a hasty exit as he heads further into Zane’s house to retrieve his things, not even bothering to remove his shoes. “I’m gonna go… get the stuff.”

Ren watches C as he hurries off into a hallway, crossing his arms. “What did you say to him?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Zane smiles, pulling the door shut behind Ren. Ren has to look up at him when he talks and it pisses him off.

“He’s told me all about you.” Ren glares up at Zane, untrusting.

“Oh? And what did he tell you?”

“Enough to know that you’re a shitty person.”

“Is that so?” Zane laughs, unaffected by Ren’s insult. “Did he tell you that our relationship ended because he wanted to pursue other people? That his promiscuous behavior brought what we had to an end?”

It’s an incredibly twisted version of the truth, but Ren doesn’t know that. He grits his teeth as Zane continues to egg him on.

“He’s always been such a slut, you know. There were so many times I found him in bars absolutely wasted and dressed like a whore with his cleavage out and skintight pants. He made it so easy - it’s almost like he wanted men to take advantage of him. In fact, he probably let a few have their way while we were still dating.”

His words hit like a knife and Ren snaps, shoving Zane backwards. “ Don’t fucking talk about him like that.”

Zane is caught off guard but reacts quickly, pulling Ren forward by his collar and slamming him back hard against the door, knocking the breath out of him. He lets go and leans in, smug. “I don’t know why you care so much. It’s not like he’s your boyfriend. You think you know him but he’s hiding so many secrets from you. Ask him yourself, he’s probably whoring himself out online.”

“Fuck you.” Ren pushes hard against Zane’s chest and swings, narrowly missing his face. His fist collides with Zane’s glasses and they’re knocked off, hitting the floor loudly. Ren fists Zane’s shirt but Zane doesn’t move, still smiling.

“What the fuck is going on?”

C returns with a duffle bag on his arm, standing in front of Zane’s broken glasses. He takes in the scene with a frustrated look on his face, eyes flicking between Ren and Zane.

“Ask your boyfriend.” Zane untangles Ren’s hand from his shirt, brushing the fabric back into place.

“C, I—”

“Let’s go, Ren.” C grabs Ren by the wrist and opens the door, pushing Ren out. “Goodbye, Zane.”

C is silent as he walks with Ren towards the elevator and Ren figures he’s in the clear from upsetting C. Unfortunately for him, C waits until they’re out of earshot in front of the elevator and drops his duffle bag to the floor, getting right into it.

“What the fuck, Ren? I leave for one second and you’re trying to fight my ex?”

“You should’ve heard the things he was saying, C. No one should be allowed to talk about you like that.”

“He’s my ex, Ren, of course he’s going to say bad things about me. That doesn’t mean it’s your place to get involved. You don’t have to get into fist fights to defend my honor.”

Ren scoffs, arms crossing. “So I’m just supposed to stand there and listen to him talk shit about you?”

“I don’t know, maybe! I thought you were more mature than this.”

“More mature? He was calling you names, saying that you were asking to be used by men you don’t know, all kinds of awful shit!”

“And you fell for it? You didn’t even think for a second that he was making all that up just to get a rise out of you? It didn’t even look like he was trying to fight back.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Ren is floored that C is choosing to defend Zane despite the older man being the one to start their scuffle. “You’re fucking joking, right?”

C stares at him, upset. “No, Ren. I’m not. I didn’t expect you to be the type of person who uses violence to deal with things.”

Ren curses under his breath. “Well maybe I have limits, C. Maybe sometimes there’s things that cross the fucking line for me, okay?”

“That doesn’t mean you can just—”

“C.”

The boys instantly stop arguing when they hear Zane’s voice and C whips around, seeing the tall man looking as smug as ever.

“You forgot this.” He presses a small velvet box into C’s hand, gazing straight into his eyes. “There’s no point in me keeping it since it was custom made for you. Have a lovely day, boys.” With that Zane leaves, a little too pleased with himself.

C opens the box and stares down at the same shiny ring he saw months ago, feeling sick. He’s too distracted to get back into the argument so Ren steps forward to see what has him frozen, regretting it as soon as he lays eyes on the jewelry.

“A fucking engagement ring?”

C immediately looks up. “Ren—”

“No, I really don’t want to know why your ex is giving you an engagement ring. You never mentioned that you were engaged before.” Ren slams the button to summon the elevator, back facing C. “Guess it wasn’t fucking important.”

C is silent for a moment, feeling bad before he reconsiders, now annoyed. “I don’t know why you’re so bent out of shape over this. I dated him for over a year and you’re acting like I cheated on you or something. We’re not even dating, Ren, get over yourself.”

Ren stiffens at C’s harsh words and the elevator dings, opening. He picks up C’s duffle and steps inside. “I can’t do this right now. Just get inside.”

C huffs and follows, arms crossed as they ride to the lobby in silence. The tension is thick and follows them as they exit. C half expects Ren to leave him, but follows him to his car anyway when he doesn’t drop C’s bag.

“I can call an Uber if this is such torture to you.” C mumbles.

Ren ignores him, throwing the duffle in the back seat. He starts his car and C gets in, the door shutting loudly behind him. “I’m driving you home.” It’s all Ren says for the entire drive, the two both too stuck in their own heads to talk knowing that it’ll lead to more arguing.

When Ren reaches C’s apartment C gets out as soon as he can, retrieving his bag from the back seat and slamming the door behind him. He doesn’t say anything as he walks away, too caught up to notice he left the ring on the passenger's seat. Ren notices it later once he gets home, staring at it for much too long in his car before pocketing it and bringing it inside.

…

“You okay, buddy?” Dae asks, having just witnessed Ren enter their apartment in the loudest way possible by slamming the door and throwing his keys down. He glances over the back of the couch, watching Ren struggle to get his shoes off. He pushes them to the side when he finally succeeds, walking over to Dae and throwing the velvet box at him. Dae catches the box and opens it, whistling as he admires the ring and its many diamonds.

“Sheesh, who’s the lucky person? You must’ve spent a fortune on this.”

“C, apparently. Or he was, since his fucking awful ex made sure to give this to him in front of me.” He sits down on the couch next to Dae, collapsing against the soft cushions. “I can’t believe he almost married that asshole. And I can’t believe he never fucking mentioned it to me.”

Dae removes the ring, slipping it onto his ring finger. It doesn’t fit, stopping at his second knuckle. He stares in awe at the way it shines in the light. “Imagine if I got married. That would be so weird, wouldn’t it?”

Ren rolls down onto his back, pushing against Dae’s shoulder with his foot. “Why wouldn’t he mention it to me? I thought he told me everything back then. Do I not mean enough to him?”

“Do you think I’d look good in a white tux?”

“Can you fucking listen to me? I’m having a crisis over here.” Ren kicks Dae’s head, forcing him to pay attention. “And put that ring away, it’s not yours.”

“Alright, alright, we can talk about your issues. Get your foot away from my face, please.” Dae returns the ring to its box and sets it on the coffee table, letting Ren rest his legs in his lap. “So C was engaged and you’re upset because why?”

“Because he didn’t tell me.”

Dae pats Ren’s legs, humming in thought. “How long did he date this guy?”

“I don’t know, like a year or something? Maybe longer?”

“Okay. Have you considered that he didn’t mention it because they’re not engaged anymore?” Ren is silent, so Dae continues. “Look, if I were C and had a failed engagement, I probably wouldn’t be telling anyone about it. Shit, I’d be ashamed to tell you that kind of thing and you’re my closest friend.”

“But it’s different with C. We’ve told each other everything. He’s… special,” Ren sighs, staring up at the ceiling.

“Rennie, my sweet Rennie. Are you sure you’re not just mad because you’re jealous it wasn’t you who was engaged to C?”

“That’s–!” Ren sits up, mouth open as he tries to find the words to deny it. Dae gives him a knowing look and he folds. “Okay, maybe.”

“I know, I’m always right.” Dae grins, poking at Ren’s leg. “You’re totally still in love with him, aren’t you?”

Ren looks away, feeling a blush creep onto his cheeks. “...Yeah. We did just have a terrible argument over his ex, though.” He flops back down onto the couch with an annoyed sigh. “That asshole started a fight with me knowing that C would come back at the wrong time and now C thinks I was just waiting for a moment to beat the shit out of his ex.”

“...Were you?”

“Maybe, but that’s besides the point. He actually defended his ex in front of me despite all the terrible things he’s done to him and now he’s mad at me. It makes me sick.”

Dae hums softly. “Just give him time, Ren. He’ll come around eventually. And when he does, don’t give him a hard time about the engagement thing, okay?”

Ren closes his eyes, rubbing at his face. “Okay.”

…

C finally works up the courage to visit Ren after two days of radio silence. He realizes some of the things he was saying were unnecessarily mean when Ren probably just wanted the best for him. Besides, it wasn’t like they never dated and he was the one to break Ren’s heart back then—Ren clearly still saw him in a positive light, enough to want to defend C.

C knocks on the door to Ren’s apartment and after a few moments of awkwardly waiting and praying he got the address right the door finally opens. Ren stares at him with a blank expression, looking exhausted and disheveled in a plain tee and sweatpants.

“Yes?” He sounds tired too.

“Um, can I talk to you?” C shifts in place, used to a very happy and enthusiastic Ren.

“I’m pretty sure that’s what we’re doing.” Ren is clearly still upset and C can’t blame him.

“Can I come in, maybe? I brought apology snacks.” C lifts the bag in hand, hoping it’s enough to bribe his friend.

“Oh my god, C?! It’s been so long since I’ve seen you in person, holy shit. I didn’t know you were visiting today.” A familiar voice calls from the inside of the apartment and Ren sighs audibly. He turns around, shooting his roommate a death glare.

“Now is not the time, Dae.”

“Right, sorry. I’m gonna go do that thing in my bedroom and not say hi to C. Got it.” There’s the sound of shuffling and Ren finally steps aside, defeated.

“Come in.”

C enters Ren and Dae’s apartment and looks around, wishing he was visiting under better circumstances. It’s a small but cozy place, decorated with many plants; there were hints of Ren and Dae’s personalities and interests everywhere from the Evangelion figures used as casual decoration on the coffee table to the set of Twice photocards forgotten on the kitchen counter. It’s a charming place and C hopes he’ll be able to come back in the future if all goes right. He’s only exchanged addresses with Ren in the past, since they would usually spend time at C’s place instead.

C removes his shoes and leaves them at the entrance, making his way to the dining table. Ren walks past him into the kitchen and returns with two glasses of water, passing one to C as he sits facing C expectantly.

“Um, I made you brownies.” C removes the glass container from the bag and pushes it towards Ren. “I think I burnt them a little though.”

“Uh huh.” Ren ignores the brownies, clearly waiting for an apology.

“Look, I’m sorry, Ren,” C sighs, sitting back in his chair. “I shouldn’t have gotten mad at you when you were clearly just looking out for me… and honestly Zane probably did something that warranted you to act like that. He is an awful person, after all.”

Ren nods, still blank faced as he takes in C’s words. “…For the record, that bastard put his hands on me first and shoved me against his door.”

C glances at Ren with worry, all too familiar with being in that situation. His hands ball into fists on his lap. “I believe you. I’m sorry I didn’t at the time.”

Ren sighs, looking away. “I will never be able to listen to someone say horrible things about you and ignore it. You’re kind of special to me, C. So I’d appreciate it if you didn’t immediately jump to defend your awful ex.”

“I know, I don’t know what I was thinking…”

The boys are silent for a moment and C wraps his hand around his glass, looking down into the water.

“And about the ring…”

Ren shakes his head. “No, you don’t have to explain it. You were right, it’s not my business if you were engaged and I don’t really have the right to be mad about it.”

C reaches out to grab Ren’s wrist, making Ren look at him. Ren’s facade cracks a little, sadness peeking through. “Ren, we weren’t engaged. When we were together, I found the ring and it was the final sign for me to leave him. Nothing scared me more than the thought of committing to a life with him. I think he was hoping it would make me want to go back to him for whatever reason, but he doesn’t know I’ve seen it before.”

“Ah… I can’t lie, I’m a little relieved to hear that.”

“I just didn’t want you to get the wrong idea.” C squeezes Ren’s arm gently, sighing. “Looking at that ring always makes me feel sick… It l brings me back to the lowest point in my life.”

Ren nods, glancing at where C’s hand rests on his wrist. “Well at least you can move forward now. Unless there’s something else you forgot at his obscenely large penthouse.” Ren reaches for the container of brownies, muttering under his breath. “Dude is clearly compensating for something.”

C shakes his head, watching Ren lift a brownie and examine it. “No, I don’t want to see him ever again. Even if I left my wallet there I’d just cancel all the cards and order new ones.”

Ren hums in response, taking a bite of the brownie. His nose scrunches a little as he chews, doing a poor attempt at masking his emotions. “These are… good…”

“You don’t have to lie. You know I suck at baking.” C takes the brownie from Ren’s hand and breaks off a small piece for himself. He pops it in his mouth and is instantly met with a brownie that tastes too strongly of bitter cocoa powder. He sets the brownie back on the pile and shakes his head, forcing himself to swallow the bite. “Yeah, maybe we skip those.”

“It was a nice gesture.” A small smile finally finds its way onto Ren’s face and C feels relief just by seeing it. “I appreciate the attempt.”

“Any time. …So are we okay now? Not talking to you for 2 days felt kinda awful.”

“Yeah, I think we’re good. I said what I needed to say. I didn’t really get much sleep these past few days either.” Ren yawns, brushing back his hair. “Since you’re already here we can watch a movie if you want.”

C smiles, happy. “I’d like that.”

…

Later, Dae finally exits his room on his way to work, being cautious as he walks into the common space. He’s unsure if Ren and C are still on bad terms and half expects to find Ren stewing in his own anger and self pity on the couch like he’d been doing the past few days.

“Rennnnnn?” He calls out, drawing out Ren’s name in a curious tone.

He receives no answer and moves toward the couch to investigate, following the noise of a movie still running on the tv. He peeks over the couch and instead of finding his roommate alone he finds Ren and C cuddled under a blanket, fast asleep. C is lying on top of Ren, head fit snugly against his chest and arm around his torso while Ren’s hand lies buried in his silver hair. Dae grins and takes his phone out to snap a picture, making a mental note to tease Ren about it later.

“I’ve missed this,” he mumbles softly to himself as he gathers his keys and pulls his shoes on, heading out quietly.

#cren #fic

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verfound · 2 years

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Can you tell me about “I didn’t run”? Mysterious and sounds slightly angsty

Angsty yes, but not that mysterious? 😂 Unsurprising to anyone, there's a decent chunk of the Hoard focusing on Jagged. Also unsurprising to anyone, I was not entirely pleased with a lot of the S4 decisions - how they handled Jagged and his relationship with Luka being one of them.

I Didn't Run was me kicking around a fix-it to work out my Thoughts on Truth with respect to said relationship. Because here's the thing. Jagged is a flake. I can kinda see Jagged deciding kids weren't for him (or that he just couldn't be the dad a kid needed) and bailing. I just find it more likely that he never knew to begin with. Anarka was 100x more likely to know Jagged's character and leave before he ever knew about the baby because she didn't trust him to be a good dad to begin with. She is fiercely independent and set in her opinions of Jagged, and in her mind that would be the best way to protect her bairns. (I also refuse to buy into that whole "Luka/Juleka Twin" bull or separate father thing - but that's a HC rant for another time. There are ways to work this storyline out that the showrunners are either too lazy or too cowardly to approach. All I'm saying.)

Anyway, I don't have much here...

“I didn’t know!” he snapped, spinning to kick at the table nearest him. It toppled over in a loud smashing of crystal goblets and golden plates – only the best, André had declared, for Price Ali, even if the birthday boy in question would’ve been happier eating off disposables and sending the money saved to charity. At his display, Penny folded her arms over her chest and narrowed her eyes.

“You did, Jacob,” she said, her voice firm and steady. He winced and curled in on himself. No one used his real name anymore, not since he’d put his folks in the ground five years back…

“Not at first,” he said, his voice quiet. He reached up to scrub at his face, pressing his hands tight against his eyes. “When Nanarchy showed up with the kid…she’d been gone so long already, Pen. I didn’t think…I didn’t want to think…I wasn’t the one who ran away, damn it!”

“Not at first, no,” Penny said, walking over to him and laying a hand on his shoulder. He tensed when she squeezed. “But you didn’t run back to them, either, once you did. You just…took everything she said about you at face value and never even gave yourself a chance to prove her wrong. You are not the man she says you are, Jacob. Luka and Juleka deserve to know that.”

#wip ask game #wip hoard #wip dragon #miraculous ladybug #jagged stone #luka couffaine #anarka couffaine #juleka couffaine #penny rolling #couffaine family #angst #jagged deserved better #luka deserved better #this whole damn show deserves better #truth can kiss my ass in more ways than one #I remember when it dropped before I even saw it #Quick was like oh Ver is gonna be PISSED #and it had NOTHING to do with the Lukanette breakup 😂#she was not wrong

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aeferkssr · 2 years

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- funky little self - insert voicelines ; xiao ver

pairing ; xiao x gn!reader

genre ; normal ig,,, but fluff at the end

warnings ; reader is basically being harassed at the beginning

a/n ; going back to my roots for may and adding ti the funky little self insert voicelines series BUT with my side hoe xiao😋🤞 but yes my acc was a bit inactive so might as well write for bae no. 2

hello ;

You take in a deep breath as you soak in your surroundings. It was late at night and you were walking home from visiting your grandparents in Quince Village. They tried to tell you to stay the night because it would be so dangerous on the road at these hours but you reassured them, saying that you knew a route that was safe from such threats.

Now, you were walking down Wuwang Hill. you weren't very superstitious so the tales about ghosts and other ghouls coming to haunt you really didn't make you uneasy. You found it childish at the very least. As you were musing about the stories of Wuwang Hill, you start to hear footsteps coming from behind you. When you turned around, you were met with a treasure hoarder smirking down at you, starting to get a little too close to you.

“What's the matter, doll? Never seen someone of my stature before?”

He laughs to himself as you back up a little more, not to show fear, but disinterest. The treasure hoarder picks up on this and walks towards you, draping his arm around your shoulder.

“Oh I get it, you're shy. Don't worry cutie, you'll get to know me soon enough”

Now you were starting to get uncomfortable, you peeled his arm off of you as you started to walk down the hill with a little more alacrity. The treasure hoarder wasnt pleased as he caught up with you, holding you by your shoulder keeping you in place

“Look here, i was gonna talk real sweet to ya’, you know, guarantee you a safe trip down the mountain, but you have gone too far!”

He snaps his fingers as you see other treasure hoarders come out from their hiding place, oh so this was a robbery. And since you pissed off their big guy, they look like their gonna do a little more than just rob you. The big guy raises his hand, ready to strike you and you brace for impact.

Before his hand collided you heard faint swishing sounds, sort of like a controlled gust of wind blowing against your skin. You open your eyes too try and figure out what the sound was when you saw the big guy fall to the ground. Frightened, you looked around only to see his other henchmen falling just as quick. They were dropping like flies.

You were utterly confused, what kind of power could someone possess to knock down a whole group of men in nanoseconds… who had such power to knock down a whole group of men in nanoseconds. Your [c] eyes suddenly meet with amber as you stare at him. He looked so ethereal in the shaded moonlight, the fabric of his clothes swaying behind him from the use of an anemo vision (even if you couldn't see it at the time… it felt like the right option at the time).

Xiao holds his mask in his hands as he surveys you: civilian clothes, no vision, no elemental energy, you were nothing special. But xiao couldn't shake off this feeling. He had no idea what it was, but it amplified tenfold when he nstands before you. You suddenly speak:

“Um, thank you! For saving my live!”

Xiao has heard many thank yous in his millennials of living, at this point the phrase starts to annoy him. He brushes aside your gratitude and speaks:

“If you awake to a knife at your throat, if monsters dig their claws into you, if death comes knocking at your door, call out my name. Adeptus Xiao. I will be here when you call.”

about baizhu ;

“Bye-bye Baizhu!”

you say as you descend the stairs, waving behind you to bid farewell to the pharmacist. You leave Bubu Pharmacy with a brown paper bag in your hand, filled with a special type of medicine for a special person. Even since Xiao has opened up to you about his karmic depth and his eternal struggle you couldn't help but empathize with the yaksha, he's gone through so much over his hundreds of years, he deserves some sort of relief at the very least!

When you returned to Wangshu Inn, you are, met with a very distressed looking Verr Goldet who looks like she's looking for someone. When he spots you, she hurriedly walks over to you, calling your name in the process,

“Please, it's xiao! He says he's in horrible pain right now. The karma he has accumulated is growing stronger by the hour!”

She cries as she takes your hand into hers, slightly bouncing on her toes to show restlessness. You thank Verr for the information before you hastily ascend the Wangshu Inn stairs to look for your friend.

When you got to the door of his room, screams of agony and pain could be heard. You could even hear them slightly from the way up. Knocking at his door a few times, you whisper-shout into the crack of his slightly open door, acknowledging your presence and asking if you could enter.

As Xiao hears your voice, the pain diminishes ever so slightly. He immediately knew you were coming, he could hear it from the way you came up the stairs to his private room. You walk into the yaksha’s room with worry in your eyes, Xiao’s face is stained with tears and slight claw marks. His eyes are red and puffy, most likely from him crying so hard. He's currently sitting on the floor, his feet neatly tucked beneath him, as he looks away from you.

You walk towards the yaksha, stooping down to him and giving him a few head pats. You apologize for him having to go through this, how only a few individuals know of just how many sacrifices he made for Liyue, and how proud of him you are for enduring all of this. Xiao is silent, he's never heard such things told to him, as you hold his face he feels safe. Like a warm blanket of reassurance and love covered his body and his shoulders visibly lighten, to which you slightly giggle.

Moving your hands slightly to examine the marks on his face, you see that the cuts are starting to swell. You place him on his bed and tell him to wait for you since you're going to get medicine for his cuts. As you come back, you can see Xiao looking at the brown paper bag you brought into the room. Taking out one of the pills, he looks at you confused. You start to explain how you and Dr Baizhu have been working together for a couple of months, the first few mainly being you learning about medicine, to make a sort of reliever for his karmic debt. He sighs he responds;

“You want... Baizhu to make a medicine to take away my pain? I understand your intentions, but mortal medicine has no effect on adepti.”

You pout as you tell him to try the medicine at least once! It couldn't hurt to at least attempt at it. Xiao sighs as he reluctantly agrees to it.

more about xiao : v ;

On the rooftop of Wangshuu in, waiting for the Lantern Rite fireworks to start, you and xiao could be seen in each other's embrace. You felt safe within his arms but you couldn't shake off the nervousness that he didn't reciprocate your feelings towards him since this was the thing that lovers did.

Realizing you had romantic feelings for the Adeptus was an out of body experience. You could feel your body racing, your heart beating frantically out of your chest, as the wind blows violently on your face – well, the wind part maybe because of the fact that Xiao was carrying you. He supported your back and your under knees as he leapt from mountain peak to mountain peak. You couldn't help but look up at his face while he was traversing, the way how his hair looked unkept from the wind blowing around and the focused look on his face made butterflies violently buzz in your core.

Now here you are, after introducing a hug to the yaksha a few weeks ago, you two have evolved to cuddling. You asked Xiao if you were moving too fast with this but he had no objections to the close physical contact. In fact, he said he liked it, with much hesitation and an ample amount of stuttering between each syllable of course.

Little did you know, Xiao was experiencing similar feelings. He couldn't help but feel a little off every time he sees you – not in a bad way, of course, but in a way in which he didn't know about it. It was foreign to him. He's never felt so warm before, he's never been perfectly calm one second and then the next he’s trying to hide his beet-red face, he's never felt his heart race so fast since the archon war more than 2000 years ago.

As he holds you, his body is constantly fluctuating between giddy joy and skittish anxiety. His brain constantly going from ‘Oh rex lapis, thank you so much. I do not deserve this must joy in my life’ to ‘Am I holding them right? Are they comfortable? Oh, I know nothing about these mortal concepts!’ he snaps out of his thoughts when he hears the first firework of the night pop, to which you tug on his arm slightly telling him to look at the pretty fireworks.

While watching the fireworks, you two broke out into small conversation, talking about Liyue and its festivals and cultures and then somehow transitioning about travelling to other countries. The fact that you have thought about migrating to Mondstadt came up as his face had a small flash of worry.

It's too late. The connection between us is too strong. Even if you wanted to, it's too late to sever it. Hm? You've never thought to sever it?*sigh* This eternal dance of demon subjugation... My fight goes on. But I would like to know more about you.

Your eyes light up as a huge firework bursts behind you, Xiao’s mouth falls as he soaks in the view in front of him. The colour of the firework compliments you in every way possible and gives you this wonderful glow. The world seems to be moving in slow motion. Xiao can only look in silence as he tries to memorise every single point of the images in front of him. Suddenly words slip from his ajar lips that the both of you are shocked by:

pretty.

#{#idolteyvat #}#genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact scenarios #genshin scenarios #genshin impact fluff #genshin fluff #xiao #xiao genshin impact #xiao x reader #xiao genshin impact x reader #xiao genshin x reader #xiao fluff #xiao x reader fluff

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bangtanloverboys · 4 years

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cock blocked // pjm

summary - after being away from his boyfriend for so long, but jimin just can’t seem to catch a break

pairing - boyfriend!jimin x male!reader

genre - humor, smut; idol au, established relationship au

word count - 2.8k

warning - bottom!jimin, top!reader, switch!jimin, switch!reader, ass groping, making out, hand job, unintentional edging, jimin gets blue balled hard, wet dreams, grinding, thigh riding, jimin gets very very angry when horny

author’s note - normally i don’t do requests but this was too funny to pass up. also i want it to be known that being a bottom doesn’t equal being a submissive. bottom/top/vers dynamics literally just means who gets penetrated (Source 1 & Source 2 ) so i wrote jimin to be more of a switchy bottom to add more humor to it. i hope you don’t mind i did that and i hope you enjoy!

Jimin was pacing the floor of the dorms, impatiently waiting for you, his boyfriend, to arrive. It was the first time in about three weeks that he’s been able to see you and to say he missed you a lot was an understatement. Sure you two called and texted all day everyday, but he was getting needy. To a point where phone sex and sexting no longer felt satisfying, so learning that the other members were out for dinner, leaving him and you in the dorms by yourselves made the reunion that much sweeter.

Soon as he heard the knock on the front door, Jimin might’ve jumped a foot in the air. He quickly scrambled to the door, swinging it open and pulled you in. Door closed, Jimin pulled you into a needy kiss mainly consisting of tongue and teeth. While Jimin’s hands were knotted in your hair, he felt your hands slide down his sides to his ass where you gave him a quick squeeze.

“Someone’s needy,” you chuckled against his lips.

“Fucking shut up and kiss me, you dick. I missed you.” He pulled you close again. The feeling of your lips on his had Jimin shivering. He felt you slowly prod your tongue into his mouth, sighing he opened his mouth and let you in. With another quick squeeze to his ass, he whined into your mouth.

“Jump,” you groaned, wanting to move this to the bedroom.

Without question, he followed your instruction and wrapped his legs around your waist. With your hands supporting him from around his ass, and Jimin’s arms securely snaked around your neck, you made your way towards his bedroom.

Once in the room, you lowered him onto the bed, your mouth not leaving his for one second. He could feel you grow harder and he ground up against you. He loved knowing he had such an effect on you, reveling on the fact he could get you so worked up in a matter of minutes.

Pulling away from his mouth, you started pressing kisses and nips down his neck. “Please. . . please let me fuck you. . .”

This got Jimin smirking. “Yes, god yes.” He groaned, started fiddling with his belt and you pulled up to start taking off your shirt-

“We’re home!”

Both of your freeze, eyes snapping towards each other. They were back already?!?!

“Jimin? You here?” Namjoon called out from the living room.

“Yeah, give me a minute!” He shouted back, trying his best to hold back a groan. He looked back at you, seeing you trying your best to hold back your laughter. “This isn’t funny!”

“No. . . it is. . .” You laughed airily as you slowly started combing your hair back to fix your appearance. “Come on, baby. Straighten yourself up.” You slapped his thigh as you moved away from over Jimin.

Sighing, he sat up and started adjusting himself. Despite cleaning up his hair, there were still fresh hickies scattered along his neck and his dick was unfortunately still hard as a rock. “God this isn’t gonna go away anytime soon. . .” He huffed as he tugged off his T-shirt and pulled on a large oversized hoodie that thankfully hid his boner.

He looked to you where your hand was in your pants, trying your best to readjust your hard on to hide it from view. Jimin tossed you a flannel and told you to tie it around your waist, the sleeves hiding the bulge effectively.

With both of you straightened up, you left the room and made your way to the living room where the rest of the guys were surprised to see you. It didn’t take long for Taehyung to connect the dots and start laughing.

“What? What’s so funny, Tae?” Hoseok asked the younger.

“You seriously don’t notice? Look at them, we cock blocked them!” Soon enough everyone but you two were laughing their asses off.

“Ha ha, very funny.” Jimin sneered, although his embarrassment was clear with his red ears. “Anyways, what are you guys doing home so early? I thought you were going out to eat?” Jimin asked once the laughter died down.

“I mean, we did. But we started getting followed so we decided to get take out and come home.” Jungkook huffed as he held up the take out bags in his arms. “Sorry Y/N, didn’t know you’d be here or else we would’ve got you something.”

“That’s alright, Jungkookie! I already had something to eat before I came over.” You waved him off.

The eight of you started settling down in the living room. Jimin sitting down next to you, where you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

“Just deal with them for a few hours, we can continue later tonight.” You whispered into his ear, to which had him nibbling on his lip in anticipation.

As the guys ate, Jimin grew restless as your hands never left him. Drawing circles on his back, squeezing his upper thigh, and pressing more and more kisses to his cheeks. He could feel his bulge harden as the dinner continued, he shifted in his seat, trying to ease the ache between his legs.

You on the other hand were reveling in teasing Jimin, loving how he was reacting to your touch. Seeing your boyfriend get flustered underneath your touch gave you a high like no other. After the past few weeks of him relentlessly teasing you, now it was your turn to slowly torture him. You watch as you wound up your boyfriend more and more until he stood up, interrupting the conversation that was currently happening.

“We’re going to go to bed now.” Jimin announced then he turned to you, grabbed your hand and started leading you towards his bedroom to the sounds of his bandmates calling after you about not being too loud.

Door closed, Jimin pushed you onto his bed and crawled on top of you. “Fucking hell, why did you have to tease me like that?” He groaned as he pressed kisses all over your neck and slowly started pulling up your shirt, kissing down your chest. You sighed as he got lower and lower, starting to undo your belt.

“Because you’re cute when your frustrated.” You chuckled and you brushed the hair from his face. To which he just rolled his eyes and muttered something about you being mean. Jimin got your belt undone but before he could even unbutton and remove your pants, the door busted open.

Quickly both you and Jimin sat straight up but before you could even see who opened the door, you heard a scream and footsteps running away back towards the living room where you could hear all the guys start laughing. You start joining them in their laughter, finding it hilarious at how they’re now intentionally cock blocking you two. Jimin is pissed and you just don’t find it in you to be mad because it’s too damn funny.

Fuming, Jimin stormed out to the other guys where they were all laughing and Jungkook was hiding suspiciously behind Namjoon. “Really?” His voice slightly breaking as he shouted.

“Oh sorry Jiminie! But we-we couldn’t resist!” Seokjin said, wiping tears from his eyes.

“Well, you’ve had your fun so drop it!” Fuming, Jimin stopped back over to his room where you were still laughing at his all. “Please stop laughing, it’s not funny~” He whined as he fell on the bed next to you.

“Sorry, but again, it is kinda funny.” You said, pressing a kiss to the back of his head. “Why don’t we just watch some Netflix before bed.”

“But I’m hard and I want you to fuck me,” he pouted. He rolled over a bit to be closer to you, to which you just wrapped an arm around him and pulled him closer to you. “Can we just go to your place? I don’t know if I can take it anymore~”

“Sorry baby, but my roommate claimed the apartment for them and their girlfriend for the night.” Your roommate was very much a ‘no roommate over when partners are over’ kind of person, so you were stuck here for the night either way. “Now come on, grab your laptop and help me pick a movie.”

Once the two of you settled on an option, about 30 minutes in, he heard the guys slowly start walking down the hallway towards their respective rooms. Hoseok opened the door to the room, he gave a quick tight lipped smile. He stripped himself of his clothes and just climbed right into his bed. Jimin just snickered at his actions and continued watching the movie, turning down the volume a bit to let the elder get some sleep.

However you seemed to have other plans because as soon as Hoseok started letting out quiet snores, your hand started to get closer and closer to Jimin’s bulge. To which his eyes were about to pop out of his skull. “Hoseok-hyung is right there-”

You silence him easily by pressing your lips to his. “Then you should be quiet.” You whispered against his mouth before kissing him once again.

The kiss was lazy and sloppy, but Jimin was reveling in it. He loved the feeling of your lips against his, welcoming his tongue into your mouth to gently suck on it. It was when you finally started palming him when he broke away from the kiss in a whine.

“Shhh,” you slipped your hand beneath the waistband of his pants. “Quiet baby.” You squeezed the base of his cock, causing your boyfriend to roll his head back. You pull your hand out from his pants; to which he was about to protest but when meeting your eyes and seeing you lick the palm of your hand and stick it back into his pants, all while keeping eye contact with him, he let out a moan. You smirked as you moved your hand up and down his length. While it was difficult to stroke him within the confines of the cloth, but from the look on Jimin’s face he didn’t seem to mind. The next time your hand went to his tip, you stayed there for a bit. Pressing your thumb over the leaking slit, eliciting more whines to fall from Jimin’s lips.

“Please. . .let me cum please. . .” He mewled, so desperate to orgasm he started to buck into your hand. As you quickly give his erection another squeeze, you start peppering kisses to the side of his throat, leaving a few hickies in your wake. When you move back up to his mouth, he readily opens his mouth for your tongue to explore.

The west noises of the kiss and the feeling of his cock in your hands after too fucking long had his head spinning. He wasn’t sure if he was going to last much longer and by the look on your face; you knew that too, so you picked up the pace. It all felt too good, Jimin’s back started to arch off the bed. He was going to-

“Can you please not do this while I’m in the room.” Hoseok’s voice grumbled from the other side of the room.

Almost immediately you pull your hand from Jimin’s pants and his oncoming orgasm fades away. He was going to kill him. “You couldn’t have stayed asleep for another 5 minutes?” He groaned, covering his face.

“Sorry Hobi.” You let out a nervous chuckle. “Thought you were asleep.”

“Oh I was, but Jimin’s ‘nnghh fuck mee’ noises woke me up.” The elder made his voice high and squeaky to imitate him as he tossed back around in his bed. All of the heat rushed to Jimin’s face with embarrassment as you chuckled at Hoseok’s poor imitation, he threw a pillow at him. “Ow! That’s exactly what you sound like!”

Pouting, he just turned into your chest as if to hide from Hoseok. “I’m sorry baby,” you pressed a kiss to his forehead. You closed the laptop and placed it on the ground then snuggled close to your boyfriend. “Get some sleep now.”

To say Jimin didn’t get much sleep is an understatement. He barely slept at all. With you next to him, all of his thoughts were you and of you and since he was blue balled: there were no clean thoughts in his mind. He kept tossing and turning until you sleepily wrapped pulled him into your chest, keeping him still for the rest of the night to lie there and think. Think about all the dirty things you could do to him and all the dirty things he could do to you.

At some point in the night he drifted off, finally managing to catch some sleep. But there was not much difference than his tireless thoughts as his dreams were plagued of you teasing him relentlessly. Tying his hands up so he couldn’t touch you, barely allowing him to even rut against you while you were on top of him. Refusing to let him have any sort of satisfaction.

“Baby,” your voice vibrated against him.

He groaned as he continued to rub himself against you in the dream. “Let me cum please. . . ‘ve been. . .so good,” his voice slurred.

“You can cum if you wake up,” you chuckled as Jimin felt hair get brushed out of his face. Slowly but surely, the veil between dreamland and reality lifted and Jimin realized what was going on. He was grinding against you as he slept, he looked to your face and your pupils were completely blown out.

For a split second Jimin panicked, whipping his head to look back at Hoseok’s now empty bed.

“He left a few minutes ago to join the others for breakfast,” you explained. “So we have time.” You lower your head to capture your boyfriend’s lips in another kiss, this time a bit softer. Jimin sighed into the kiss, his hands making purchase in your hair. “Come on baby, you deserve to cum. You’ve been tortured enough.” You slot your thigh between his legs, giving him explicit permission to use you to get off.

With that he let himself go, grinding his morning wood into your thigh as you flexed it. “God- fuck-” Jimin stuttered out, the friction felt way too good and after being wound up again and again and again with no real release he was about ready to burst after barely a minute in.

You watched as the dancer moved his hips as he got off on you. You bit and nibbled on Jimin’s neck and collarbones, to which he whimpered and moaned from. “God, the sounds you make drive me. . .insane. . .” you sighed.

“I’m- fuck- I’m close.”

“Yeah? You're so needy that you’re gonna cum after a few minutes?” You smirked at him as he nodded his head furiously.

“Yes- yes, I-”

“Breakfast is read- OH FUCK!” Namjoon swung the door open and quickly covered his eyes. The mere intrusion had Jimin jumping off of you and once again, he was left with a terrible case of blue balls. And he was pissed about it.

“I’ve fucking HAD IT!” Jimin screeched and the leader quickly ran down the hall back towards the kitchen as if that would help to escape his wrath.

“Jimin-” You reached out to your boyfriend, but he ignored you and stormed after Namjoon. Not wanting the entire band to get murdered, you swiftly followed after them, ready to grab and hold him back at any time.

“Out.” Jimin said as soon as he went in the kitchen, where surprisingly all the members were up and about.

“Good morning to you too.” Yoongi said as he took a sip of his coffee.

“All of you, get out. Right now.” He said, walking over to the stove where Seokjin was making breakfast and turned it off.

“Hey-”

“I’ve had it up to here with all of you, get out!” His hands raised high in the air. “Go to one of your apartments, I don’t care but stay out of the fucking dorms!”

“Jimin, take a deep breath-” You started, trying to calm your raging boyfriend.

“No, Y/N, it’s okay.” Taehyung said, holding out both his hands in defense. “We’ll leave.”

“What?!” Jungkook looked at him and he was promptly flicked on the side of the head. “Ow! Fine. .”

They were going to go to their room to grab a change of clothes at lease before heading to the car, but Jimin wasn’t letting them. “Out now! Go! Go! Go!” He shoved at Yoongi as he was trailing behind the other guys as they made their way to the front door.

“Please don’t fuck so hard you break something.” Seokjin practically begged as he was shoved out the door.

“No promises, good bye!” And he slammed the door and locked it. He then turned to you and you froze on the spot, “Now you.” Jimin has never acted in such a way before so this was a new experience for the both of you. “I hope you realize that you’re not leaving here until you’ve fucked me on every. Single. Surface.” He punctuated each word with a step closer to you until you were chest to chest.

“Yes, sir.”

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Tis the Damn Season

Chapter Five- Santa Baby

Hello, I took a couple weeks, because life can be busy, and mine is changing, but here is a little 🎁!

Thanks to @dirtystyles, she’s the real gift!

"What are you wearing?"

"I'm sorry, but what?"

It was all she could think to say. Emma hadn't heard from Harry in months. In August he had sent her a random picture of him in a collar with long hair. She knew he had chopped his hair months ago, it had caused an internet flurry and was one of the few times he'd emerged from hibernation. She might be miffed that his year-off apparently didn't include visiting her. Not that she had asked him to.

She'd never ask.

Emma might also be incredibly miffed that he had cut off his glorious hair. She'd rocked herself to sleep many a night thinking of the way it felt trailing ver her chest, then stomach, in the crevice of her thigh. The crunch and silk of it between her fingers when she got it between her fingers at the end of that path or when he was rocking her to sleep.

Thinking about his hair usually made her hot for him, and thinking of it gone made her nostalgic, and a little mad. And that was when the memory was fresh and jot months old.

In any case, she wasn't feeling very soft for him, and that was a sexy question. She definitely wasn't feeling wet for him.

She had just walked out of class on a freezing cold day before she was ready for it to be this chilly, and she had to ride her bike. Her class was on individual contribution to global crises. Emma was the first to point out that individuals were not the true climate change culprits, but every bit helped. She just wished she'd ridden one of the clean energy buses today. Today sucked.

"Your teeth are chattering Emma, you outside?" she made an affirmative sound and he wisely knew better than to wait for an answer after that. He'd set up this mood, after all. "Sorry, came out wrong, it was meant to be funny." Harry had an apology in his voice. It was like the first knead of a dough, but he had a long way to go. "Anyway, what I meant is, I'm Christmas shopping, and I was thinking about what you might like, was gonna get you a jumper, and I think I have an idea of your style, but wanted a little guidance, I'd hate to buy you something and have you hate it—"

"Harry, take a breath!" She could feel that smile he had a way of bringing to her lips, despite herself. She really wanted to be upset with him, but seemed he'd proved himself, or distracted her at least.

Emma can't quite get a full grasp on why she's irritated with the phone call with him. She's not sure what she expected. They never had a conversation about it, about how they are just a little holiday fling. She's never even had a summer fling, so she doesn't know the rules but she assumes that they are not supposed to repeat year on year. Least not without some progress or a defining conversation where they decided on not a relationship. He was confusing. He'd been so happy to have a bit of extra time with her, she'd thought he might be in touch more, with his seemingly abundant free time. She's wanted him to be in touch more. But he hadn't.

She'd heard from him less than ever.

And now he was buying her gifts and making her smile. Damn him.

"I'm breathing, promise." He sighed. "I just could tell I'd pissed you off, and I don't want to. I've been thinking about Christmas, and well, I'm excited."

"I'm excited too. Holidays are exciting." Emma is not going to read into that. He's excited to be with his family. He's Christmas shopping for everyone. This is not about her, them.

There is no them.

There is no them, except between Christmas Eve and New Years. And that is purely physical.

These are the things she repeated to herself when she was sad, waiting for him to call or text. Sad from how he dragged himself from their pub bed saying he'd miss her and be in touch and then wasn't. His sweet nothings were like when people signed your yearbook K.I.T. She knew you weren't supposed to take those yearbook signings seriously, but he'd said it, not written it below some picture of him. That counted more, right? Than a picture? Those were cheap, especially of him; there were pictures of him everywhere, Emma was also upset that none of them looked like the real life him. Just a shade of his actual beauty.

She wanted to see him now. She missed him though she shouldn't.

Just over a month now until Christmas. And a busy one at that. She had so much data to sift through from the summer and a presentation she was basing on it was her culminating project. It would also make an early start on her field work come summer. Those things, academic, important things were her focused her life's work. Not delicious Harry Styles and his sweet holiday nothings.

"Yes, especially when I get my favorite for Christmas." Harry said bringing her back to the call they were on.

The meaning behind those words were a bit harder to ignore. All she could get out was "Oh?" Then she rolled her eyes at herself and cleared her throat and said, "Your mum's Christmas cake?"

He chuckled. "I am fond of that cake, I think I put on two stone last year from how much I ate. And she sent me home with one!"

Emma almost called bullshit on that. He'd expended all those calories, she'd been the apparatus.

She took a breath to speak, and he cut her off. "I don't mean the cake, anyway, I mean you: you're my favorite thing to have at Christmas. The best gift."

What was she supposed to say to that? Another eloquent oh? Instead she said, "Your favorite thing?" Playful offense on the word thing.

"Oh hush." He laughed. "You're my favorite, Emma. In case you want to be obtuse and miss my point. I'm very excited to see you."

She breathed in. All she could manage to reply with was "Me too."

She meant it, but as they got off the phone after setting up their usual tryst and a special meeting before the party to exchange gifts, she couldn't help but wonder if he did. If what he said was true, why the radio silence?

The gift on her lap on the train was large and ostentatious. She didn't have a ton of money for the it, student life, but her recipient was a millionaire, so she'd gone all out on the wrapping paper.

It was a frog in a Christmas hat, the motif on the paper. Emma remembered when she and Gemma had called Harry "frog boy" and he'd been mortified. But it had also found its way into their private rooms. Not when he was inside her, that would be weird, but when he looked up at her and grinned, all dimples and no teeth from where he likes to make her stomach a pillow.

How "Froggy" had become a term of endearment, she didn't know. The moment she'd seen the cute froggy in his holiday rig on the overpriced paper, she had stopped what she was doing, parked her bike with no lock, and popped in the shop.

She then had to find something to put in the paper. He'd been shopping for her this year, in October, and he'd said he was at the shop and she'd seen pictures of him hauling bags out of Gucci. That was not intimidating at all.

They had exchanged small things in years past. Harry had started it, he'd given a cookbook a friend recommended the year she went vegan. Then the next year he'd donated in her name to a clean air initiative. She'd just picked up odds and ends she thought he'd like, like a 100% recycled journal one year and a glass bottle set for his gym runs the next.

This year, she'd racked her brain, but she'd eventually found the perfect gift to fill her frog paper. She was getting better at this. He was entirely too good at it, and he was a quick learner. She'd been underwhelmed with the flowers he sent the first year and had explained that cut flowers made her sad. It seemed a waste to kill something for its fleeting beauty. Harry had nodded thoughtfully.

The next flower he sent was a gorgeous orchid, it arrived once she was back in Amsterdam and came with instructions. That first orchid had started a trend and between his gifts and her own new interest, her flat was looking very jungle esque.

Emma was always very excited to see him, but this year, after his call, there was more anticipation and preparation. If he was going to be ready for her, she would be ready for him.

She got a fresh haircut and trimmed her bush. The thrift store was kind to her, and her new Christmas jumper was perhaps less ugly than flattering, but that was ok with her. She particularly liked the way it lay over the skirt she'd planned to wear to the Twist's annual todo.

Her flights had been uneventful and her mother was elated and doting. Emma found it much more tolerable this year. Maybe she was just in the spirit, or maybe she'd been away from the village and her family long enough to actually miss them.

She definitely missed Harry.

He, predictably, had texted that his flight was delayed and he was trying to make arrangements, but he might not even make it in time for the party.

"I'm doing everything in my power to get there tonight. If I can't make my mother's party, but arrive tonight, can we meet? I'll call the inn."

"Yes." Was all she texted back. She found she was mourning their kiss beneath the mistletoe, and that he might miss her outfit. But Harry's power was considerable, and she had no doubt he would be at the Boar's Head in time to see what she planned to wear under the sweater.

Those pieces, she felt a twinge guilty about. They were pricey and definitely not second hand. Used pants were where she drew the line.

People, not Emma, bemoaned Harry's absence when those who still lived local or were able to travel home gathered for toast. Emma knew she wasn't the only one who came home partially to see Harry. It was why she was able to fly under Gem's radar, hopefully.

Gemma's only comment was, "He'll be here when he can." When Eloise asked where Harry was. She asked every year, it annoyed Gem, and took some of the heat off Emma. Eloise was so obvious, Gemma could direct some of her protective big sister vibes that way.

The night was winding down and Emma's third glass of champagne could use topping up. She'd just sidled into the kitchen to pop another bottle when a pair of arms came around her from behind.

She'd have dropped the bottle too if Harry had not pulled the most uncharacteristicly smooth and agile catch he'd ever made, whilst dipping her for a swoon worthy kiss.

"Harry!" Emma gasped, "What are you doing?" Her Hand went to find his hair, and she was sad to find it until she found his sharp, bare jaw instead. It cut through her nostalgia and she was able to appreciate his face on a new way. His lips.

"Getting my midnight kiss!"

"It's not New Year's." It was better, like new year's and her birthday combined, that kiss.

"Not yet!" He righted her but stayed wrapped around her while she popped the bottle. She poured him a glass too and had to refrain from holding his hand when she pulled him into the living room after they toasted.

He stole a kiss before they went to join the others.

It looked like his arrival was going to renew the party spirit, but he begged off as tired, and disappeared to his room by 1:30.

Emma wasn't sure what to do, or where to go, so she just slipped out the back at 2:00 when a car nearly gave her heart palpitations by pulling up right in front of her. The door popped open and Harry stuck his head out. "Cmon, it's our getaway car!"

She couldn't help but shake her head. "You disappeared and I didn't know what you wanted to do."

"Well, you obviously!" He giggled, high off the champagne and his conniving. "C'mon! We don't have that long. I wanna do Christmas morning with you!"

"It's still nighttime." Emma pointed out.

"Don't worry, we'll find something to do until the sun comes up." He looked up at her through his lashes and she couldn't help but bite her lips.

"What's the rush, Styles?" Emma asked as she climbed into the car. The driver seemed unconcerned and headed down the familiar lanes of a familiar place.

"No rush, I'm just excited and have to be back so I can sneak in for Christmas brunch."

"Oh." She knew that, it wasn't the first time.

"Not 'oh,' I want to give you your gifts on actual Christmas."

"Are you Santa Claus?" She teased as he pulled her into his chest.

"If that's what you're into? I'll be whoever you want me to be."

"Then just be you." She said with painful earnestness before she could stop herself.

Harry looked down at her in the cradle of his armpit and put his forehead to hers and gave her an Eskimo kiss. "As long as you're you."

Emma melted and if she hadn't been so tired and a little too drunk on bubbly she wouldn't have fallen asleep on the way to the Boar's Head.

"Baby," Harry whispered into her hair. "Wake up, we're here."

"I can't believe I fell asleep that fast."

"It's my voice, I've been told it has a sedative power."

"Sleepy is not usually how your voice makes me feel." What truth serum had she taken tonight?

"Well, I'll have to talk a lot to keep you up then. Hope you're refreshed after your little nap."

She was, and he kept her up but by 5:00, even his deep voice and other powers of persuasion couldn't keep her leaden lids open.

"Baby! Emma." Harry was kissing her awake and holding out a shirt for her slip on while slipping socks up her calves. "Present time."

"Ok, Santa baby." She yawned and let him drag her into the room where she had completely missed the tiny Charlie Brown tree in the corner. "Oh! You went all out." She looked at him in awe when she noticed the multicolored packages under the tree. "I only got you one thing," she was rubbing sleep out of her eyes and too tired to bullshit. "I'm feeling inadequate."

"Nah, I've heard it's better to give than receive."

"That's not what you said a couple hours ago."

"I'll give gifts if you give head." They both scrunched their brows. "Scratch the part where I made it sound like you were my sugar baby."

"Or a prostitute."She raised an arch brow.

"Nah, I couldn't afford you." He didn't even smirk.

So she responded, "I think you think that's a compliment."

He snort laughed and she couldn't help but smile with him. "I mean, you do it well enough to be paid for it, but by the face you're making I better quit talking and get to the spoiling to get myself out of trouble. Go on, open a present."

"Any order you envisioned."

"Um? No, the one where order matters I have a plan for."

"This isn't all?"

"This is most." He nodded and she felt a warm place under her breast that only ignited when he was being domestic.

Back in her old room in her childhood home, or in her flat in Amsterdam, she'd occasionally puzzle over these moments. They felt nothing short of boyfriendy, and she loved it. When she thought back on them, especially in the cold January days, they kept her warm and made her feel special. She hadn't ever felt that warm flush in her chest with anybody but Harry. She'd kind of avoided the feeling, usually.

By July, after long periods of silence where he was running around the world while she endeavored to save it, the glow of those days paled in the midnight sun. When he acted like a boyfriend, like they were more than a hookup and then ignored her, it hurt. When she was well into her yearly drought, and all she had were those shooting stars to wish upon, the sweeter he was, the more rich the ache, the aftertaste saccharine.

Emma could tell, his gifts and the joy he seemed to take in giving them would warm her to the backbone through January, and make her teeth hurt by July.

And still she couldn't convince herself to stop, to ask, to protect herself. She couldn't even detach a little, she was so excited about the little stuffed animal she had for him in return.

"Harry, this is beautiful!" She unfolded a gorgeous sweater dress of a fine wool knit that screamed warm.

"Yeah?" He smiled, pleaded with the praise and himself. "I was at Gucci, and I was gonna get you some stuff there, but they just didn't feel like you, so I started doing some research on sustainable brands and I found this one, and another. This one is good for day to day, it's called Ever Lane, and the next, Bode, it's great for retro pieces. Open the next one."

She'd been staring at him. He was going to buy her Gucci? This was better, but that seemed like a pretty penny to spend on your holiday hook up. She knew money wasn't really an object for him. He always paid for the hotel on their rendezvous and she never brought it up. It was always just taken care of. She wasn't a starving student, but she also wasn't an international pop star. These gifts felt big, bigger than what they were.

He liked to be generous. But, it felt like these gifts, the 5 packages and one coming later were a statement in a language she didn't understand.

"Harry, this is too much." Was all she could say. He didn't respond with words, just gave her a look and shrugged his shoulders like, 'what else am I supposed to do with it'.

Emma knew from Gemma that Harry took care of them, their vehicles and his mum's house and whatever they mentioned they wanted or he thought they'd like.

Gemma had said last year, when she was thrilling over her Christmas gifts, "It's the one time of year I let him get away with it. The rest of the time I've gotten to where I don't mention things I like or want, because they show up on my doorstep, you know?"

Emma had nodded even though she didn't know, but she did now. He was so thoughtful it hurt, but the implications troubled her.

"Open the next one. I'm really excited for it."

It was a beautiful jacket, mustard, her favorite color, and matching mittens.

"For when you want to ride your bike, but it's chilly. They're very warm." He remembered she was cold on her bike that day.

Emma knew he remembered her text after the 'what are you wearing' conversation about being grumpy because she had chosen to ride her bike but it was too cold. His big beating heart could melt snow.

She swallowed down the sentiments clogging her throat along with her worries. Should she ask? She'd have too, eventually. This was feeling more serious than it should be, like he wanted to call her babe for more than a weekend, like he wanted her to stay, with him.

It's what she wanted, in some part of her, but was completely out of the question. He had a big international life, and she had her own global ambition.

The rest was wrapped donation cards to causes she'd worked for or even mentioned. The last gift was a small box, and when she opened it, she cried, then laughed and handed him his box.

"What?" He said, "I can't tell if you're happy or sad about that gift?" He worries his bottom lip.

It was another frog, just like the one she'd picked as the tangible gift when she'd made the donation in his name.

Emma just shrugged and wiped her eyes. "Open it."

His bursting balloon laugh inflated her merry heart. "Did we really do the exact same thing?" His face had an odd look she could only call tender.

"Same wavelength, me and you." He was misty like she had been a moment ago. He leaned forward and kissed her. Then picked up their stuffed frogs and made them kiss like he was a small child playing dolls. "I almost don't want to separate them."

"Are we still talking about the frogs?" She laughed, because she had a feeling they weren't.

He shrugged and his phone began to buzz. "Can I take a rain check on answering that question? If I don't leave right now, they will know I stayed out all night on Christmas Eve, and there will be questions. I don't think we are quite ready to explain what we are." He chose that moment to yawn like a lion in the late afternoon after a long day of lounging and got up to leave.

Emma still had questions.He'd said not quite ready to explain what they were doing. Emma wasn't even sure what they were doing. Were they going to tell people, tell Gemma? Tell them what? That they were together? Wanted to be together? Belonged together. The frogs too, did the frogs belong together?

He was dressed by the time she was done freaking out. He looked tired, but exhilarated, like he'd spent a night getting everything he wanted and a few things he didn't know he needed. "Bye doll," he kissed her, right on the mouth, affectionately and with only a trace of the heat the December air lacked. "I'll see you tomorrow night. Merry Christmas! I wanna see you in the sweater," he was walking through the door. "Oh, and the other thing?"

"Other thing?" She looked at him confused.

He pointed underneath the tree. "Have another look."

Emma blushed when she opened the lingerie. She wondered if he'd had to check her pants and bras for sizes or if he just knew the shape of her well enough that he'd guessed accurately.

They looked really good.

She needed to be getting home as well. There would be no getting out of it, she needed an excuse for rolling in just in time for Christmas brunch, her parents were notorious early risers, as was she. Her plan was to tell them she'd just made too merry the night before and slept on the couch at the Twist's. It was truth adjacent. It was the best she could come up with, her head was full of Harry and she couldn't think.

Her Christmas passed in a blur of food and wine and wrapping paper. Harry had sent her a picture of him with a bow on his head and asked her if she felt spoiled enough or needed him to wear the bow the next day.

She'd told him to wear it. And only it.

She'd not expected him to follow directions both precisely and with some creative license.

"Do you really think your cock is a gift?" She tried to mock him, while he stood proudly, hips first in their room at the Boat's Head.

"Well, I intend to give it to you!" He raised his eyebrows and stalked toward her. "I like the sweater. Looks amazing, but? Probably better here." He swept it over her head and deposited it on the floor.

"That was atrocious!" She giggled, but felt no anxiety unlike the last day or so.

"Yeah, maybe, but I needed to see if you'd worn my other gift."

"I thought it was my gift."

"For both of us, I'd argue." He winked.

"You wink like a drunk pirate." She couldn't help but smile at him. His silly banter had completely removed the nerves she should be feeling, standing in front of him in a Santa red bra, panties, garter belt, and stockings. She'd sourced the Santa hat herself and the black heels were hers.

"I'm feeling drunk seeing you in this." His hands were running over the satin on her hips and the lace at her waist, then the bare flesh of her ass. "I think I even lied to myself. This was definitely my present." The last word was said against her lips and his big hands slid down the globes of her backside to between her thighs, hoisting her onto his hips. The trail his thumbs left had her shivering.

The bed rose up to meet her. Harry hovered over her before standing and staring.

"Are we on pause?" She was panting and really hoping they were not stopping let alone slowing.

He opened his hands like a director, "I'm just trying to remember this to keep me warm all year." He ran his hands from her toes to her curled hair, she'd gone all out, then back down. His face was full of anticipation and a hesitation she'd never seen when she was this bare, not even the first time when he was flush on bravado and international acclaim.

"What is it?" She started to sit up.

He groaned. "Wow, that move did great things for your chest."

Emma could only laugh. He was acting like he'd never seen a naked woman, when he'd probably seen more than his fair share, and had definitely seen her before.

"You're acting like you've never seen me before."

"It's always like the first time. You're overwhelming."

"I'm overwhelming?" She wanted to laugh, she saw him as Harry, at first her friend's brother, then the cute boy with the big career she'd hooked up with, then her favorite holiday surprise, and now she couldn't define exactly what he was to her, mostly Harry? Who she missed all year and cherished for a week at a time in person, a deeply in her heart the rest of the time. She remained aware, however, of who he was, at large.

"Absolutely, I can barely take you. Can't believe I get to have you." What did she say to that? She only nodded, it was mutual. "Listen," he continued, "Can I take a picture of you. I'll keep your face out of it."

She thought for a moment, thrilled that he wanted to save this memory, to relive this moment until they met again. She didn't have any pictures of him, and thought there were so many online, none of them were really of him. "Yeah, go on Harry."

Maybe she should take one back. Save the neck down one place and the neck up as her wallpaper, she could get away with it. She saw classmates with him as their Home Screen. Her plans kept the nerves at bay while he got his set up ready.

He posed a leg, had her lay back, and then sit up. He took about 5 pictures on his phone, then three Polaroids, and by then she was getting into it. She was moving in ways that made her feel sexy and he was getting antsy.

"I'll show you, so you can approve, after." He discarded the phone and pulled his jumper over his head before crawling up the bed and over her.

"I trust you Harry. It's fine."

She wasn't sure what it was about those words, but he grew, thicker between her thighs and larger in her presence before he was kissing her bra off and asking if he could leave the stockings and shoes on.

"'Mmmhmmm." Emma moaned from her perch on the pillows looking down watching him pull her panties free and reattaching her stockings. "Damn." He kissed both places and flipped her over to skate his lips up her thighs and ass and back. Her hair was over her face while he kissed her neck and rutted into her with his jeans still on. She grabbed a handful of his glorious hair and kissed him over her shoulder. "Like this?" She asked.

"Mmhmmm." He echoed and she felt him kicking his jeggings free and sliding on the condom. She was flat on the mattress and unsure if he wanted her to push back on her knees. She didn't need to think about it long, he hoisted her up, and pressed a gentle hand between her shoulder blades so her body arched like a slide. His fingers climbed up to cascade down her backbone in an echo of the ride he was about to take down. He was right there, hovering, and Emma pushed back, but the whine in her voice was the more obvious tell.

"Baby, I need you."

"I need you, so much. Miss you when I'm gone."

She missed him when she was gone too. He slid his head in and waited. Emma wasn't really in control of the clenching this caused and it made Harry lose his grip on his. The smack of his hips against her thighs reverberated off the borrowed walls they considered their own.

He stroked her inside out and commented on the grip of her onto his dick. "It's like you don't want to let me go," he whispered into her ear.

Emma turned her head and breathed, "I don't want to." The kiss broke his rhythm and lingered until her clenching started over, again. How was she so close so soon?

"No, no, no." She whined when he pulled out.

"Shhhh, I've got you." He knew she was onto something, they'd become practiced hands at each other's pleasure.

He flipped her over and smoothed her hair back, bracketing her face between his hands like an aside he needed to voice right at that moment. "I just want to see you."

He went back in with ease, and with anybody else she might be ashamed for how embarrassingly wet she was, for the squelch. "God! Harry!" Her thighs came up to his hips and he hitched one over his elbow and open, then lay a good portion of his weight onto her. It was just the right side of too much. Just like all of him.

"Let me find it again, that high you were chasing?"

She was nodding, babbling. He picked up the rhythm from before and added a tiny rut at the end to the swelling of her clit. She was back on the trail to the summit quickly. It had been good, if fumbling, from night one. By this gift season, it was like he had installed all of her buttons personally and could push her to the edge at will. Her eyes were closed and she was concentrating hard on the oasis just beyond her horizon.

"Baby," he whispered, his breath soft and scented like her lip balm. "Open your eyes." He was just over her and he wrapped her open thigh back and around his knee. "Watch me," he made a c with his body so she could watch the goings on and feel them too.

"Oh, fuck."

"I love your filthy mouth. When you get going. Demure driven Emma on the brink has a dirty dirty mouth."

She'd narrow her eyes at him if she could bear to look away from his cock.

"Baby!" She gasped.

"Hold it, stay, just a little longer." He kissed her and then compelled her eyes to his. "I'll come with you."

His nose touched hers at just the tip and he rocked her and watched as she trembled and held off and pleaded. "Now, now, come now." He grit his teeth in preparation, but he needn't have worried, the minute he commanded it, she obeyed and the body roll of sensation ran from the roots of her hair to the bends of her knees.

He seized and his head fell back, but as soon as he was in command of himself again, his eyes were back on hers. "I love...," he gasped and her mind raced over what the hell he might say. What she wanted to gasp back. It was a bit of a comedown as opposed to a denouement when he filled in, "...having you for Christmas."

He buried his face in her neck and breathed into the nooks and crannies she thought she had kept safe from him.

Which was why it hurt so much when she had to tell him no.

His final gift, complete with an aching grin, had been an open ended ticket. "So you can come to me, with me, on tour."

She knew her brow knotted up like a bundle of discarded yarn. That wasn't the agreement. And she couldn't, couldn't even allow herself to want it. She had her PhD program looming. There was no time to go anywhere this fall.

"Harry, you know I can't."

He looked crestfallen, like this was new information and not why they only got these stolen snowbound days once a year. "Can't or won't?" He was verging on angry and it would piss her off if her heart wasn't so close to fissuring.

Honesty was her only policy, "Both." She handed the ticket back to him.

It ruined their night, the movie they tried to distract themselves with, the goodbye sex they didn't have.

He wasn't even there when she woke up the next morning.

But the tickets were on his pillow with a small note, "Change your mind, please. I'll be seeing you. H."

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ryuyalana · 5 years

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Rest (Kou ver.)

Since @goldenduskvalentines are stressed w work, i decided to write something for the two us. So this is for her.

It was already daylight when you got home. Normally by this time, Kou would be fast asleep. But he waited for you.

He noticed how tired you've been at work lately, and this sudden change of schedule to nightshift made him worry about you.

When you arrived, you quietly entered the house, trying not to wake anyone. You were surprised to see your boyfriend on the bed, eyes pointed to your direction.

"Hey, how was work?" He asked as you placed down your things and stripped to change clothes.

Kou listened to you rant about work and how you hated that schedule. He knew that you preferred dayshift. Sometimes because of his idol status, he has to experience some weird time schedules as well.

But he was used to it. You weren't.

As soon as you finished getting ready for bed, Kou pulled the blanket to the side, offering you a place to stay.

You smiled at him and jumped in. He immediately wrapped the blanket and his arm around you. Pulling you closer to him.

"Get some rest, I'll be here when you wake up" he said as you drifted to sleep.

He thought of all the times he complained and whined to you about trivial things, how you comforted him every time.

Kou watched as you buried yourself closer to him. He kissed the top of your head and smiled.

After all the things you've done for him, listening to your problems and being the one to comfort you would be the least he could do.

Before he too could fall asleep, he whispered,

"Goodnight, I love you"

When he woke up, you were on your phone, typing profusely. One look and he could tell that you were pissed and stressed.

Kou frowned. He didn't like it whenever you were like this.

"Oh! Good morning Kou" you gave him a quick smile, then it disappeared when you received another text.

"Good morning... what's wrong?" He watched as you rubbed your eyes and placed down your phone. You turned to him and started ranting about work again.

How your boss changed your schedules last minute, and how you and your team were getting pissed.

He wondered what Yuma and his girlfriend were talking about right now; since she was in your team, both of you had the same schedule.

Kou could tell that the more you thought about it, the more pissed you're gonna become.

"Hey," he cupped your cheek as you reached again to rub your eyes. "Breathe"

You nodded and took a deep breath. Inhale, exhale.

He waited till your heart rate calmed down. His arm wrapped around your waist, and his other stroking your head.

"Feeling better?"

"A little bit" he smiled,

"That's good... You can rant all you want today, I'll listen until you've let it all out. But first,"

He propped himself up with his elbows, "Do you want anything? Food? Water? Just say the word and I'll get some for you."

It was rare for him to spoil you like this. "Both please" you answered quietly, a bit embarrassed that he's being sweet.

He smiled and winked before kissing your cheek, "Okay kitten, I'll be right back!"

After he left the room in a rush, you touched the cheek where he kissed you and smiled.

At least you get to spend more hours with him before work started.

#kou mukami #mukami #imagine #cute imagine #diabolik lovers

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artificialqueens · 6 years

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the way you know me, for where you know me (craquaria) - tyler

A/N - saw some requests for M/M smut! drag names and occasional boy names used, she/her for when they’re in drag and he/him used after they de-drag

Aquaria, The Vixen, and Miz Cracker were backstage listening to upbeat music to hype them up for tonight. The three of them were all painting their faces as they prepared for the viewing party for the second episode of Season 10. After the drama that ensued on the first episode, it was important for them to let the public know that they were still friends. Drag race fans were notorious for attacking queens for small bits of ‘drama’ on a partially scripted and heavilyedited reality TV show.

A knocking at the door caused the painting queens to turn around simultaneously.

“Come in!” The Vixen shouted in the direction of the door while Aquaria grabbed her phone to turn the music down to a more acceptable volume.

“Girls, I’m so sorry this is late notice,” the man’s voice was serious albeit slightly worrisome, “We’re having issues with the lighting, and the projector just isn’t cooperating with us.” He put his hand to his forehead, wiping away the sweat from the heated red skin.

All three queen’s faces dropped at the news.

“So, the viewing party isn’t going on anymore?” Aquaria questioned. The Vixen rolled her eyes at Aquaria being oblivious to the situation… as usual.

“No shit,” The Vixen said to Aquaria, jokingly. “Guess we’ve got the night off then girls!” Vixen laughed it off, even though it was obvious she was slightly pissed off.

After packing up their things, Aquaria pulled out her phone.

@aquariaofficial: so sorry the #DragRace viewing party won’t be happing tonight, problem with the power at the venue!

She added a sad emoji and a heart before sending the tweet. Cracker and Vixen followed suit and updated fans on their social medias.

When the queens emerged from the club, the sky was clear, and the sun was just starting to make its descent into the horizon. The golden light from the sky illuminated the streets as they walked back to their nearby hotel.

“Actually, lowkey glad I don’t have to spend all night in drag, I’m fucking exhausted,” The Vixen laughed as she walked along side Aquaria and Cracker.

“That’s because you use all your energy fighting, Miss Thing,” Aquaria joked, referencing their time filming Drag Race.

“Alright, alright, girls. I thought we’d had enough with poking the bear,” Cracker joined in on the fun.

The Vixen and Aquaria had tough times during Drag Race, but easily made amends throughout the season and apologised to each other. They actually found it pretty funny looking back at how much they butted heads, so enjoyed joking about it.

When they entered the hotel foyer, The Vixen let Cracker and Aquaria know that she was going to head back to her room to relax for the night.

The foyer was light, and thankfully it was relatively empty. A few passing faces either loved the view of queens in half drag, or they hated it. Either way, the girls didn’t really care, they were used to getting mixed reactions and attention from strangers.

“Cracker, do you wanna head back to my room with me? There’s no point in us both being sat alone in different rooms to watch the next episode,” Aquaria motioned to her hotel room door, hoping her friend didn’t pick up on her nervous rambling. It was common knowledge that Aquaria wasn’t good at forming sentences at the best of times but being around Cracker made that ten times worse.

“Yeah, sure girl,” Aquaria could see the flecks of caramel in Cracker’s eyes light up when she offered to spend the evening together. Swiping her key card, Aquaria held the door open to let the older queen enter before her.

The monochromatic beiges of the hotel room were soothing to the eyes. With travelling across America, a lot of the time they were forced into cheap, tiny hotels. This was one of the rare times they got a decent place to stay for the night. Maybe the club’s technical difficulties were a blessing in disguise.

Both queens put down their bags before Aquaria settled down on the bed, still in half-drag.

“I’m gonna need a shower to get this fucking half-an-inch-thick layer of makeup off my face,” Cracker groaned, running her fingers through her brunet hair. Aquaria just nodded understandingly and let her friend go and shower.

Stepping into the shower, Cracker let the hot water cleanse her body and made quick work of removing the makeup. Cracker admired the mix of colours that ran off her face and circled the drain.

In the main room, Aquaria was sat on the bed trying to occupy herself. For some reason, she was feeling oddly anxious and she knew it was to do with the fact she was likely spending the whole night with Cracker. The 22-year-old took deep breaths, trying to calm her nerves.

Aquaria was soon pulled out of her thoughts by the sound of her friend re-entering the room, now clean-faced. Cracker’s hair was still and messy, and he had the towel tied around his waist. Reaching down to pick up his bag, he felt Aquaria’s eyes on him.

“What are you looking at?” Cracker’s soft voice was quiet as he subconsciously covered his torso with his arms. He was insecure as a boy, especially when he noticed people looking at him.

“You, silly,” she said it matter-of-factly, but the slight flirty undertones still made Miz Cracker blush. Aquaria’s eyes followed a single bead of water that was making its way down Cracker’s toned back before it was absorbed by the towel. She immediately turned her head the other way, trying to draw her attention to something else.

Aquaria took out her laptop and brought up the livestream of VH1. She slid the laptop into the middle of the bed so they could both view it.

“The episode will be on soon, I’m just gonna shower too,” Aquaria said before picking up her bag and making her way to the en suite bathroom.

Cracker waited for Aquaria to disappear behind the door before dropping his towel and pulling on a t-shirt along with his briefs. He decided to forgo trousers as the hotel room was already relatively warm.

Cracker relaxed on the bed and decided to go on his phone whilst waiting. He loved interacting with fans on social media as much as possible, even with the hectic schedule.

***

Aquaria entered wearing a low neck sleeveless top and a pair of Adidas track pants. He looked up to see Cracker on the bed. He had pulled his hair back into a sleek manbun.

“Someone’s made themselves comfortable,” Aquaria eyed the man, silently cursing how effortlessly attractive he looked.

“It’s just hot in here!” the older man whined, bringing his knees to his chest.

“Something’s definitely hot in here,” the taller man’s voice was low as he walked closer to the bed.

“Shut up,” Cracker placed his face into his knees to hide the blush forming on his cheeks.

Aquaria joined Cracker lounging on the bedsheets, making note of the time. It was nearing 7pm, meaning this week’s episode was about to air.

The New Yorkers failed to keep a straight face when it cut to clip of Vanessa leaving the mainstage.

“Miss Vanjie…” Aquaria mimicked the eliminated queen, silently laughing when Cracker joined in.

“Vaaaanjie,” Cracker craned his neck in a circle as he copied.

Aquaria visibly cringes when the screen shows the previous Untucked where he accused his friend of stealing looks.

“Ugh,” Aquaria covered his face with his hand. Cracker placed a reassuring hand on his friend’s arm and let his thumb stroke across the pale skin.

“Hey, it’s alright,” Cracker nodded his head to emphasise the point, “we’ve spoken about this before, no hard feelings.” Aquaria nodded and let out a sigh. Aquaria looked back at the screen after noticing it had cut to Cracker’s confessional. He couldn’t help but smile when he saw the bowtie and pale blue shirt combo. It was a dorky and cute look, which Aquaria thought was rather fitting for Cracker’s personality.

‘…it’s called being on top’ sounded the laptop.

“Oh, so now you think I can’t be on top?” Aquaria questioned with a challenging glint in his eye. The question was only half joking.

“Please, the only vers you are is Versace,” Cracker quoted Aquaria’s joke and tried to supress the butterflies in his stomach that came when their eyes met.

“That doesn’t mean I can’t be on top,” he emphasised the last words, shifting closer to Cracker. As his heart rate begun to increase, Miz Cracker cursed how Aquaria could make his body react so easily.

“Is that so, Gio?” The New Yorkers had been made flirtatious passing comments whenever possible but neither knew if the deeper feelings behind those moments were mutual. “And what are you gonna do? Prove me wrong?”

Aquaria gulped at the use of his boy name. He hesitated before deciding to test his luck and straddled Cracker’s lap. Aquaria’s heart was beating so hard he could hear the thumps in his ears. They were both focused on each other, taking in small details of the intimate moment. By this point, they had completely drowned out the sound of the laptop, only being able to hear each other’s breathing and the sounds of their own hearts.

“Max. Tell me you don’t want this,” Aquaria’s voice was quiet, but the meaning behind the words rang in the older queen’s ears.

There had been a growing tension between the two queens since they had wrapped up filming the show. They had shared glances that were too long to be considered platonic anymore, and the jokes they had made together were bordering seriousness.

“You-,” Cracker gulped, “you know we can’t.”

“Tell me,” Aquaria repeated as he inched his face closer and stroked the short hairs on the back of his friend’s neck. Cracker’s eyes kept darting down to see plump, pink lips.

He decided that he’d had enough of the games.

“Fuck it,” the words were mere whispers as he let his lips collide with Aquaria’s. Months of build-up had led to this moment, and he was hungry for it. Wandering hands made their way over each other’s bodies as they thrived on each other’s energy.

Aquaria let his tongue poke out a little, asking for more from Cracker. The older queen happily obliged, letting their tongues meet. Aquaria’s fingers continued to toy with the baby hairs at the base of Cracker’s neck as he leaned further into the kiss. The black-haired man closed his bite down on Cracker’s lip, causing a low moan to slip out. Aquaria ran his tongue over the bottom lip to sooth the soft skin.

“Wait,” Aquaria pulls back from the kiss, leaving them both breathless.

“Are you okay? Did I do something wrong? I’m sor-,” Cracker voice wavered as he began to ramble. The last thing he wanted to do was to make the younger queen uncomfortable.

“No no, it’s fine, it’s just,” Aquaria pauses, reaching over to pick up his bag, “thought we woul- or that we might need a couple things if this is… going any further.” He tried to piece his words together correctly, hoping to not ruin the moment.

Cracker let out a deep breath, feeling relieved. However, once the realisation settled in, he felt the blood rush to his cheeks. Just the idea of it sent a stirring to his lower abdomen.

“I cannot fucking believe you,” Cracker laughs under his breath as Aquaria retrieves a small bottle of lube along with a few condoms.

“Can’t blame me for being wishful,” he winked. Cracker thought the small action was adorable; he shook his head as he leant forward to take Aquaria’s lips in his for a small kiss.

Cracker eyed the plump skin of Aquaria’s thighs as he slid his track pants and briefs off. He smiled to himself before removing his own shirt.

Aquaria quickly shut his laptop and slide it off the bed, ignoring the thud when it hit the carpeted floor.

The pale man crawled back up the bed as Cracker squeezed the small bottle, letting the clear liquid cover the tops of his pointer and middle finger. Aquaria lifted one of his legs to straddle his lover once more.

Cracker used one of his lubricated fingers to slowly massage the outer part of Aquaria’s entrance. Allowing the muscles to relax, he softly inserts one of his fingers, eliciting a hum from the twink. Aquaria kissed down the side of Cracker’s neck as the older queen continued to penetrate him, adding an extra finger. The subtle groans coming from Aquaria only spurred Cracker on.

Aquaria reached for one of the condoms, indicating that he was ready. His hands were careful as he pulled the material down Cracker’s thighs, letting his semi-erect penis out. Aquaria smirked as he pulled open the wrapper and pulled out the latex. Aquaria’s soft hands clasped around Cracker’s dick, letting it become fully erect before rolling the condom down it.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Cracker knew it definitely wasn’t Aquaria’s first time, but he still wanted to be make sure they were both 100% ready. Neither one of them were massively into hook-up culture, so there was an unspoken bond between them in this moment.

Aquaria nodded, biting his bottom lip slightly before lowering himself onto Cracker. The older man grabbed the base of his dick to guide it in, feeling the tightness surround it. When the skin of Aquaria’s thighs met Cracker’s, both of them let out a sigh. Cracker’s hands wandered to Aquaria’s hips, helping to aid his lover’s movements.

Cracker used the pad of his thumb to spread the precum over the head of Aquaria’s dick teasingly before wrapping his fingers around the girth. Aquaria’s song-like moans got louder as Cracker slowly teased his dick.

The younger man spread his legs further apart as Cracker’s hips thrusted up to meet the pale skin. The slapping sound of their thighs meeting got louder as Cracker thrusted up harder, gripping onto Aquaria’s sides for leverage.

Aquaria placed his hands on to Cracker’s chest, pushing him to lean back. Cracker complied, leaning back on his elbows, and using his forearms to support himself. The brunet watched as Aquaria took charge in riding him. The sight of the younger man’s hips was hypnotising.

Aquaria continued to ride Cracker, sliding back and forth on his dick. He wanted to put on a show for Cracker, biting his lip as he let Cracker fill him up. Aquaria was more vocal; letting small moans and whines creep out, along with a few expletives.

Aquaria leant forward, placing a few broken kisses on Cracker’s lips before trailing more kisses down his neck. The hot breaths tickled Cracker’s neck and Aquaria’s moans graced the shell of Cracker’s ear, encouraging him to keep going.

Their faces were close, hot breaths tickling each other’s skin. Cracker could tell that Aquaria was getting close to orgasm; his whines were getting increasingly often and harder to contain. He was breathing hard, and with every deep exhale, he moaned slightly.

Aquaria sat upright and grabbed his dick and stroked it, squeezing it slightly as his grip approached the soft pink head. With a few most thrusts from the man under him, the tip of Aquaria’s cock was releasing cum. Aquaria’s head tilted back as her loudest moans came from deep within her chest. Cracker groaned as he felt the heat of the liquid fall onto his chest and abdomen.

“Fuck,” Aquaria’s voice was quiet and drawn out as his penis continued to subtly twitch for a few seconds.

The white beads spattered across Cracker’s toned abs. The brunet slowed his hips, allowing Aquaria to come down from his orgasm. Aquaria laid on the bed, giving himself a minute to catch his breath.

Cracker sat up and grabbed his earlier discarded towel, wiping it across his midsection to clean it. Soon, there was a hand on his chest again, pushing him to lie down again.

Aquaria’s long fingers stroked the sides of Cracker’s dick as he removed the condom before throwing it behind his shoulder. They didn’t care where it landed as Aquaria was eager to please the shorter man, and Cracker could tell this by the darkness in Aquaria’s eyes.

His tongue caressed the salty head, whilst his talented hands worked the lower shaft. A drop of saliva fell from Aquaria’s lips and rolled down the side of Cracker’s dick. Aquaria moved his hand up and jerked a couple of times before bringing his face closer to it once again.

Aquaria brought his tongue to the base of the penis, slowly dragging it upwards. The wet tip of his tongue made sure to trace along the protruding veins as it made its way to the slit in the head. His almost-black eyes kept deliberate elongated eye contact with the golden-brown eyes of the man in front of him. Opening the entrance to his mouth wider, he slowly took the tip deeper, lowering his head down to allow the rest of the dick to enter. A low groan escaped Crackers throat when he felt the back of Aquaria’s throat.

Cracker ran his fingers through thick black hair, involuntarily tugging when the younger man would move his head in a particular way.

“I’m gonna…” Cracker warned Aquaria, pulling on his hair. Aquaria didn’t stop his motions. Cracker’s breaths quickened and his abdominal muscles visibly flexed. The tip of Cracker’s dick hit the back of Aquaria’s throat once, twice, and then he was cumming. Aquaria kept the head of the penis in his mouth, massaging the base of the dick as the streams of cum coated his tongue.

His hips jutted off the bed slightly as he finished. Aquaria swallowed and poked his tongue out, showing Cracker his now empty mouth.

“Not bad for someone who isn’t on top,” Aquaria joked. Cracker just hummed and smiled at him.

***

After redressing himself, Aquaria cuddled up behind Cracker on the bed, bringing his arm over his lover’s torso. Cracker turned over to face Aquaria. They shared a comfortable silence with each other for a few moments.

“Hey,” Aquaria broke the silence.

“Hi,” Cracker let out a laugh,

“Why are you laughing at me,” Aquaria feigned annoyance and pouted.

“Nothing, I just-,” Cracker took a second to think, “I’m just happy that tonight happened, I guess.”

“You big softie,” Aquaria rolled his eyes as he poked fun at the older man, “I’m glad it happened too.”

Aquaria rested his head on Cracker’s shoulder and sighed. He could tell that the younger one was tired.

“Goodnight, Gio.” Cracker kissed the top of Aquaria’s head before they both fell into slumber.

#miz cracker #aquaria #craquaria #smut #rpdr fanfiction #canon compliant #tyler #tour fic #s10

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hansolvrnonchwe · 7 years

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My Diamond Edge Experience

, alright im just gonna list off everything that happened

so we got there at like 3

and the concert didnt start until 7

so we were waiting for quite awhile

there were a lot of people selling merch but i didnt want to spend too much money because i wanted to buy official merch

which they didnt sell btw just a warning

i was pissed

but anyway, everyone was super sweet

and there were so many people wearing rose quartz and serenity

i was wearing black lmao

but people were handing out free bracelets and stuff

and this girl saw that i was wearing my vernon shirt and she gave me vernons 17 Carat black ver. postcard and a Going Seventeen photocard and then she took a selfie w me and my friend

she was just so sweet

whoever you are, i love you.

and i ended up getting some pretty vernon fanart, a seungcheol photocard, and a Hoshi fan pack (which I did pay $10 for)

i ended up meeting the producer from Form of Therapy which is a v good Youtube channel

my voice cracked so much tho lmao

and he filmed me for a youtube video and i was sO AWKWARD I WANT TO DIE OH MY GOD

i will actually be surprised if he uses the footage

anyway, after several hours we finally got into the venue

i actually saw god when that air conditioner hit me

we went to our seats after realizing there wasnt gonna be merch

and while we were waiting for it to start they were playing the mvs for Very Nice, Check In, Healing, Adore U, Love Letter, Mansae, BoomBoom, and Pretty U all on a loop

and the crowd was so hyped during the MVs alone man

and it finally hot 7:00 and suddenly they played Love Letter again

but it was out of order

so we knew something was going on

and the after Love Letter they played Dont Wanna Cry and everyone freaked the fuck out because it was the first time they played it

and so we all stood up and after the music video the lights went out

and i swear to i god i was so shooketh

seventeen came out on stage after a dramatic opening and began Pretty U

and it was so loud

i couldnt even hear myself speak

and i tried to wave my lightstick but it had no batteries because im dumb

and they performed a few more songs before pausing to introduce themselves

hoshi was so cute oh my god

he kept yelling “HOSHI’S BACK”

throughout the entire concert

it was sssoooooo cute

joshua and vernon obviously spoke in english the whole time but the rest of the members spoke in korean and had a translator which was rlly cool

they taught us a fanchant where they would yell “SEVENTEEN CARAT”

and we would clap twice and put our hands to the side and say “EDGE”

it was great

performance unit performed OMG, Highlight, and Swimming fool

and nobody knew the rlly fast highlight fan chant but me and this one girl

and we made eye contact 2 rows apart whilst screaming seventeens names at the top of our lungs

it was magical

hip hop unit performed If I, Check In, and Vol. 14 from the mixtape

ive said it many times but seungcheol had me so shook

he went fucking IN during Check In

damn b

vocal unit performed Habits, a spooky version of Dont Listen in Secret, and We Gonna Make it Shine

Dont Listen in Secret is one of my all time favorite songs

and the spooky version made it so much better

its so underrated

they all performed great bops

like Crazy in Love and Chuck and stuff

and then they stopped to talk again and they were like “yo we’re gonna leave after this song but we love you”

AND I WAS DEVASTATED

because the main songs they hadn’t performed were Don’t Wanna Cry and Healing

and I knew they were gonna perform Don’t Wanna Cry

but i was looking forward to healing so much because its my favorite

so anyway

they performed Don’t Wanna Cry

and then left stage

and a video of them all talking about what Carats mean to them started playing w smile flower playing the the bg

everyone was crying

mingyu was like “you guys are my oxygen”

and it was hella cheesy but i cried anyway

and then the video ended

anD THEY CAME BACK ON STAGE AND WE WERE SHOOK

AND THEY WERE LIKE “IT’S NOT REALLY OVER BITCHES”

and they performed Shining Diamond

i swear to god ive never screamed “I know I’m only seventeen I only got a few dollars” so loud

and then they performed Healing and i was emo bc its my favorite

and seungcheol got on dino’s back and i was living

and then they all did speeches and stuff

and it was so cute i was hella emo

“HOSHI’S BACK”

hoshi did aegyo

we all wanted to die but oh my god i saw hoshi doing aegyo live

so the concert ended fr

and they left stage

and us hi touch people stayed in our seats while everyone left

it took like 30-45 minutes for hi touch to actually start

but it was probably so seventeen could rest

when it finally started the line moved quick

security were a bunch of assholes

we were ushered through there, man

Joshua was the first in line and he asked me how i was and we all know how soft and pretty his voice is but oh my god let me just say his voice is so soft and pRETTY I WAS SPEAKING TO AN ANGEL

seungcheols hair was wet and when i touched his hand i squeeled and he gave me a look of concern

my friend was in front of me and she said “layla calm down” in front of vernon

and vernon looked so confused

but then he got to me and he was like “ah yes, that makes sense”

it was so embarrasing i hate myself

at the very end minghao was thanking everyone and i got to hold his hand and tell him i love him and asdfghjkl hes so perfect

i blanked out for most of the hi touch and i dont remember most of it because of how shitty security was

they were yelling and pushing us through so fast

uughhhh i wish i couldve filmed

overall i did enjoy it a lot

it just wasnt super memorable because of how fast we were going

like i literally dont remember interacting with most of the members

im really mad

but anyway as soon as we got out there was a girl on the floor sobbing

which i wouldve done too if i wasn’t so disappointed with my hi touch tbh

but afterwards this girl went up to my friend and was like “did you do the hi touch?”

and my friend was like “yeah”

and the girl was like “cAN I TOUCH YOUR HAND?”

and my friend was like “yeah”

and the girl screamed

and it sounds really weird but i promise it was adorable

and from there the night ended and ive never wanted to die more because of post concert depression

a summary: mmt sucks, carats are the sweetest fandom ever, HOSHI’S BACK, seventeen will literally fuck you up live, its def worth it, my love for hansol was reinforced, seungcheol needs to chill, and hi touch was enjoyable but it also sucked and now i wanna die

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morrisondauthor · 8 years

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“Closer Than Just Friends”

I’d been friends with Darian since meeting him during freshman year at Richland University. Sophomore year, we got an apartment off-campus with two other friends and that’s when our friendship became really close. We did everything together from studying to being there for each other when something was wrong. After I had a painful breakup with my ex-boyfriend during our junior year, Darian was there for me. What he didn’t know was I developed feelings for him during that time. I’d always thought he was cute as fuck but I became heavily attracted to him to the point that my dick would get rock hard most of the time I was around him. As much as I wanted him, I knew he only liked me as a friend. On Valentine’s Day, our friendship was put to the ultimate test.

“I’m surprised you’re here,” I said to him after I walked into the living room. “I thought you’d be somewhere with Tyson right now.”

“Seriously, Will?” he asked without looking at me. He was busy taking selfies while sitting on the arm of the sofa.

“Yeah, I saw how you and him were all up on each other when he was over here last weekend.”

“Me and Tyson are friends.”

“D, he was all over you last Saturday night. You were sitting in his lap and shit. I know you and him are probably fucking.”

He laughed out loud and asked, “Is that what you think?”

“That’s what I know.”

“Well, shows how much you know. I haven’t fucked or been fucked since that basketball player hookup on Halloween night.”

“Mmm hmm, sure.” I walked into the kitchen to get something to drink and he followed.

“Why is it so hard to believe I haven’t had any dick or ass in months?”

“Because I know you.”

“See, you’re getting me confused with them loose booty boys you fuck around with.” He laughed again and playfully shoved me against the refrigerator.

I tried not to let my dick get hard, but that motherfucker ignored me and started growing harder by the second. So I quickly grabbed a bottle of grape juice from the fridge and then sat down at the kitchen table. Darian sat down in the chair next to mine and just stared at me for the longest. I didn’t know what he was up to, but I could tell he wanted to ask me something.

Me (Will)

“What do you need and is it gonna get me in trouble?” I asked him.

“I know you’re gonna say no because you’ve been a hermit lately,” he began, “but I really wanna go see Moonlight but I don’t wanna go by myself.”

“How come you can’t go with Tyson?”

“I wish you’d stop with the Tyson mess. I don’t like him like that. Come on; Will, the next showing is at eight and it’s already seven-thirty now. I have been wanting to see the movie forever but never made the time for it until today.”

“Valentine’s Day? You wanna see that movie on this day?”

“Yes.”

I shook my head and drank from my grape juice before saying, “Man, I don’t know.”

“Look, you need to get out. You have been sulking around here depressed over Roy’s cheating ass for too long.”

“No, I’ve been busy writing papers and studying.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it.” He laughed and then snatched my bottle of grape juice from me.

“Give me my juice, Darian.”

“Nope, not until you say you’ll go with me to the theater.”

“I’m not going to the theater. I’m gonna go back to my room and curl up in bed and watch the Moesha marathon on Fuse.”

“Kaden and E.J. are both spending the night with their boos, and it’s not like me and you have anything better to do. So, let’s go to the theater and watch the most critically acclaimed movie of 2016.” He drank from my bottle of grape juice like it was nothing.

“Really?”

“What? Boy, we’re like brothers. It’s not like my mouth has been on some dick or ass recently or anything. And I know yours hasn’t since you miss Roy so much.”

“Alright, I’ll take you. Now give me back my damn juice.” I snatched the juice from him and finished it. “Let me go change into some better clothes real quick.”

As I went back to my room to change, I kind of felt discouraged when he said we were like brothers. I’d never looked at our friendship that way. Even before I developed real feelings for him, I always thought he was cute and sexy. Like me, he was vers and he rarely hooked up with anyone just like I rarely hooked up with anyone. And since he and I shared a bathroom, I sometimes saw him wearing nothing but a towel or his underwear. I didn’t want to be like a brother to him.

Darian

“Can we take your car?” he asked me as we walked down the stairs of our apartment building. “You know my raggedy ass car needs a new belt or something and keeps squealing.”

“Yeah, we can take mine,” I told him.

“Can we get something to eat after? I’m hungry as fuck.”

“Darian…”

“Please, I’ll pay for the food if you pay for the movie tickets.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“I want pizza with sausage, pepperoni, extra sauce and extra cheese. And Cherry Pepsi. Angelo’s Pizzeria has Cherry Pepsi.”

We walked out of the apartment building and through the parking lot to my Honda Civic. It was cold as fuck outside, so I had to let the car warm up before backing out of the parking space. During the fifteen-minute drive to the movie theater, I kept looking over at him. He was busy looking out of his window at the snow falling. As usual, he looked cute as fuck. When we made it to the theater, I bought two tickets for us to see Moonlight. The previews were still showing as he and I entered the screening room.

“I hope this movie doesn’t make me cry,” he said as we sat down beside each other.

“If you do, then I’m gonna always bring it up,” I joked.

The previews ended and the movie started, so naturally the room went quiet. Deep into the movie, I built up the nerve to stretch my arm out on the back of his seat. I took it a step further by slightly putting that arm around him. When he didn’t move or anything, I just assumed he didn’t notice. I tried to focus on the movie but all I could think about was why he hadn’t noticed that I practically had my arm around him. Maybe he was just that into the movie.

Just as I was about to pull my arm back, something in the movie made him start crying. He rested his head on my shoulder and once again, my dick got hard. I knew it was the wrong time for me to be getting hard but I couldn’t help it. Feeling embarrassed, even though he didn’t know I was hard, I finally put my undivided attention on the movie and slowly my dick went back soft. I’m glad I did because the movie was simply amazing. However, it somehow made me want to be Darian’s boyfriend even more.

“I knew I was gonna cry,” he said as we left the theater after the movie. “That movie was so beautiful, Will.”

“Yeah, it was,” I agreed. “So, you still wanna grab something to eat?”

He smiled and said, “Damn, look at you. I thought you were gonna ‘think about it?”

“I did and I guess I’m a little hungry, too. But the pizza gotta be half and half because I just want cheese pizza.”

“That’s such a waste of money. Cheese already comes on the pizza.”

“They put extra cheese on it though.”

“Why not get toppings? You’re so weird sometimes.” He laughed as we made it back to my car.

“I’m weird? I’m not the one who dunks my French fries in honey mustard when I’m eating a chicken tender basket in the caf at school.”

“Negro, please. I’m not the only one who does that.”

“Yes, you are.” I laughed as I unlocked the doors.

We climbed inside and I started the car up and turned on the heat, but before I could drive away he put his hand on mine and said, “Will, I’m glad you’re finally yourself again.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve been different ever since you and Roy broke up. I know you loved him but it’s about time that you finally forgot about him.”

“I still think about him from time to time. But you’re right, I do need to get back to enjoying life. This is our last year before shit gets hectic and we graduate.”

“I wish you’d give Coby a chance. You know he likes you.”

I finally put the car in gear and pulled out of the parking space before saying, “Coby’s not my type. I’m not into dudes who start drama all the time.”

“He’s cute though.”

“No amount of cuteness can make that attitude of his attractive. You know I only talk to laidback dudes.”

“True, but maybe you should give it a try. He’s always asking about you.”

“Nah, I’m good. If I start talking to somebody else then it’s definitely gonna be somebody that I can trust, and I don’t trust Coby at all.”

“Well, who do you trust?”

I glanced over at him as I drove and replied, “Not many dudes.”

When we arrived at Angelo’s Pizzeria, I grabbed us a table while he placed and paid for our order. After he came to the table with our drinks, I stood up because I had to go to the bathroom. I took a piss and washed my hands and when I returned to the table, I got annoyed because some tall dark-skinned dude who worked at the restaurant was talking and laughing with Darian. He had dreads and a very deep voice.

“Wassup bruh,” he said to me when I sat down at the table.

“Sup,” I said back.

“Will,” said Darian, “this is Orlando. Orlando, this is Will, one of my roommates.”

“I’ll make y’all pizza a large for free,” the dude said. “It’s the least I can do for you, D.” He flashed a smile at Darian before walking away.

“Who the fuck was that nigga?” I asked with an attitude. “And why the fuck is he giving us free shit?”

He did a fake dramatic gasp and said, “Damn, chill.”

“You’re fucking him, ain’t you?”

“Alright, I’m getting tired of you accusing me of fucking all these random dudes. No, I am not fucking Orlando. He’s my friend Rhonda’s boyfriend. I helped him do something special for her the other night for their six-month anniversary.”

“Oh, my bad.”

“Yeah, your bad. You really need to chill. I don’t know what your problem is.”

“Sorry, damn.”

He folded his arms and rolled his eyes before asking, “Why are you so concerned with who I may or may not be fucking anyway?”

“I guess…I just don’t wanna see you get into a bad situation like I did. Getting cheated on sucks, D.”

“You know, seeing you go through your breakup with Roy broke my heart. Even though I can’t stand your big head ass sometimes, it hurts me to see you hurt.” He reached across the table and grabbed my hand. “You’re my best friend, Will. You know shit about me that a lot of people don’t know, and I know deep personal shit about you as well. I guess what I’m trying to say is no matter what, it’s important for us to have each other’s back.”

“I agree.”

“Good, now can we please relax and have some fun? Let’s go play some games in the arcade before our food gets done.” He stood up and went over to the restaurant’s arcade area and I followed.

I have to admit, I was having fun. I hadn’t been anywhere—other than classes and work—in a while so it was a little relieving to hang out with my best friend. We played a few games until our pizza was ready. As we ate and talked, I kept thinking how he would react if I actually did tell him about the feelings I had for him. Would he laugh in my face? Would it make him upset? I tried not to get too anxious about it, but I really was considering telling him how I felt.

“See, now don’t you feel better?” he asked as we reentered the apartment.

“Yeah, yeah,” I said while closing the door. “You were right.”

“I’m always right.” He laughed and headed into the kitchen to put our leftover pizza in the refrigerator. When he came back out, he told me, “I’m gonna go watch some TV in my room. You wanna come?”

“Actually, let’s watch TV in my room. My TV is bigger.”

“Wow, did I just detect a hint of shade?” He laughed again and then followed me down the hall and into my bedroom. “Ooh, you actually cleaned up in here.”

“Boy, my room stays clean.”

“No, it doesn’t. I came in here to borrow some your Louis Vuitton belt the other day and it smelled like feet and booty up in here.”

I laughed and playfully hit his arm before telling him, “You’re a trip.” I sat down on my bed and instead of sitting down on the edge of my bed, he sat down right beside me up by the pillows.

He picked up my remote and asked, “I think Being Mary Jane is on.” He turned my TV on and changed the channel to BET. He took his shoes off and then put his feet up on the bed.

I took off my shoes and did the same. When he moved closer to me, my dick got hard again. I’d managed to keep it from getting hard since we returned home, but now it was stiff as fuck. I put one of my pillows in my lap to hide it. He laid his head on my shoulder and that’s when I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled back and looked at him before blurting out, “Darian, I like you.”

He looked at me and giggled before replying, “Well, I like you, too. That’s so cute, Will.”

“No, I don’t mean in a friendly way.” I picked the remote up and turned the TV off. “D, I’m talking about in a ‘my dick is hard right now’ kind of way.”

“What?”

I removed the pillow from my lap, showing him how my dick was now tenting my sweatpants. “Lately, I’ve been getting boners while I’m around you and the reason is because I’m attracted to you. But it’s more than just physical attraction. Darian, I know we’re just friends but I need to let you know that I’ve been thinking about us being closer than just friends.”

He was silent for a while as he kept looking down at my dick print and then back up into my eyes. Finally, he smiled and said, “Will, thank you for being honest with me. I had a feeling something was up with you but I didn’t think there was literally something up with you.” He pointed to my dick and giggled. “If you’ve been feeling this way then how come you’re just now saying something?”

“Because I didn’t think you’d take me seriously. This shit had me scared as fuck.”

“Aw.” He grabbed my hand and told me, “I do take you serious, Will.”

“So, what are we gonna do about this? Do you feel the same way about me? Do you ever think of me like that or am I just…”

“Whoa, whoa; slow down. Yes, I have thought about it before. You’re like the nicest guy I know and that’s always been the case.”

“Oh boy, I feel a but coming.”

“I just don’t want us to ruin our friendship. You’re on the rebound from Roy and…”

“This isn’t me on the rebound. You know I would never do anything to hurt you. Maybe the reason why me and you are currently single and we never hookup with anyone is because we should be giving a relationship a try. If it doesn’t work out, then we can end it before it starts to mess with our bond. We have to give it a try, D. What if it’s the right thing to do and we don’t do it and end up single forever?”

He looked away from me for a second and then back into my eyes before smiling and saying, “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah, let’s try it.”

“Are you for real?”

He laughed and told me, “Yes. All I ask is that we hold off sex until the right moment. Is that okay?”

“Depends on what you mean by the right moment. Because I’m hard right now and can…”

“Will!”

I laughed and told him, “I’m just kidding. But on the real, can I get a kiss to make it official?”

“Sure.” He pulled me closer to him by my hoodie and pressed his lips against mine. After a while, he pulled back and said, “Damn, your lips are amazing.”

“Mine? Shit, you got the best lips I’ve ever kissed. Come here, baby.” I put my arm around him and kissed him again.

After making out for a while, we watched TV and cuddled in my bed. I wasn’t sure if the relationship we were starting would work out or not, but I felt it was worth giving a try. I already loved him because of our friendship, but I wanted to fall in love with him as his boyfriend. It was going to be difficult because of how all our mutual and nonmutual friends were going to react, but they were just gonna have to get used to it. Darian and I were already closer than typical friends, but now it was time to get even closer.

[Disclaimer]: Pictures used do not reflect the sexuality or personality of people in the pictures. They only serve as visual examples of the characters.

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Kane, Kane I love you, but I don't want to see you fight Brock. It'll be the worst kind of trainwreck. I don't even really wanna see Braun fight Brock again, just because I don't trust them to do right and have him beat mister dickchest.

...Kurt, really? Jfc. I guess it'll bring the casual fans in. Fuck me, I'm just so tired of Brock. Love Heyman, hate seeing that dumb purple face and penis tattoo.

Joe Rollins... Yeah, that'll be a good match, but it doesn't quite get the gross lesner taste outta my mouth.

Don't call Seth bad, Cole, he's trying to redeem himse- JORDAN WHAT ARE YOU DOING PLEASE STOP I REALLY LEGITIMATELY WANT TO LIKE YOU AND YOU ARE MAKING IT VERY HARD TO DO. Fuckin Seth's face, tho, like "who the hell is this child and who let him in my ring???" Man is lucky that Dean hasn't dropped down from the ceiling to try and brutalize him.

Ah Joe, you know you're always the bell of any ball that matters.

Not sure Seth's one to talk about Daddy issues considering his history with Trips and Steph, but ok, you a face now, we'll politely ignore the things you did as a heel.

Things I would not actually be surprised should they happen: Joe ends up kind of adopting Jason Jordan as his pupil/understudy for the purpose of annoying the shit out of Kurt as Jordan goes through his rebellious stage.

...A WWF commercial on the WWE is really weirding me out. I mean, hell yeah, let's stop tiger poaching, but like... 's'weird.

I don't like that noise Seth made when he was rammed into the barricade, if he could never make that noise again that'd be great. Is the crowd chanting boring? People have no appreciation for ring psychology anymore. I know you guys don't like Jordan, but let him try to murder Seth's back jfc it makes sense, let the boy live. Wow, yeah, that probably should have been Jordan's win, wow. Also, nice to see American Alpha on the same super cool suplexing lane. I can dig it.

Pffff, Love Tap. It's just a lil' love tap. Love Booker T.

Whoever in the crowd is chanting boring needs to shut the fuck GULAK YES PLEASE I NEED TO KNOW HOW DREW IS FEELING AFTER LAST WEEK IS HE GOING TO PUT ON A BRAVE FACE OR WILL HE BE TOTALLY DESPONDENT OR JUST VERY CONFLICTED? GIVE ME MY CRUISERWEIGHTS NOW PLEASE AND THANK YOU.

ALSO IF THEY COULD DELETE THE SKITTLES POX COMMERCIAL THAT WOULD ALSO BE FANTASTIC I FUCKING HATE IT SO MUCH JUST MAKE IT GO AWAY IT'S SO GROSS.

Dean called Sheamus and Cesaro the Europeans. AND HE CAN'T TEAM WITH A FACE LIKE JORDAN'S. DEANO. Deano please. I can't.

...I also can't deal with bwoken matt please oh my god i just want bray to be taken seriously and also want matt to do ridiculously stupid backyard wrestling shit and i'm just not sure i can get both at the same time.

BRAY PLEASE STAHP WITH THE FACES

Things I am honestly surprised by: The fact that nobody has found a way to get the chant "Oooo-ver" into Finn's theme song. Or just, chanting Over at him any time he's in the ring.

Book, come on dude, give m'boys a chance before you say their strategy aint workin, the match only just started. Oops, someone's bleedin. Oh boyos, boooo, why you gotta be like that, come on that's not HOLY SHIT HIDEO! I was NOT expecting him tonight!!!

...is... are they thinking of moving Finn over to 205 live? Hideo's already there, and Vince has a habit of purposefully putting people that he doesn't think has what it takes in no win situations just so he can say he was right all along. Well, joke's on fucking you McMahon, because those of us who actually watch the cruiserweights are totally aware of how amazing their in ring work and story telling is, and if you bring Finn over, all you're going to do is get more people to watch them and come to the same realization. Bringing Finn over might very well make 205 a serious contender against NXT as far as loyal and slightly rabid fanbases go. ...Also did Cole say something about the Zo Train and then Drew Gulak as a separate entity from said train of Enzo??? Should I be reading into that?

That's my dude, Cedric. Glad you know better than to underestimate Drew.

...Wheeeeeeen will I get my UK boys on their own shooooooooow?????????

Oh my god, here we go, I'm not ready, Drew bby pls Fucking yes those cheers were for Drew thank you for noticing Enzo. ...Hmm... I think they're doing the thin DREEEEEEWW FUCKLNDF KILL ME RIGHT NOW BABY NO HOW DARE YOU FUCKING JAR JAR I'M GONNA DIE I CAN"T FUCKING PLEASE STOP ALSO HE"S NOT YOUR BEST FRIEND HOW DARE YOU HOW DARE YOU FUCKING THANK YOU CEDRIC ...Where is Enzo going? How is going to help Drew cheat from up there? Also I just noticed Drew's Trunks I think I like them but might also kind of hate thhem they somehow look kinda skimpier than his black ones and I'm not sure how or why Zulak. Eheheh. Zuul motherfucker. Okay, so, typing this out while having my eyes glued on the screen so will probably have a number of interjections when exciting things happen, but I'm thinking maybe to explain this whole coming out like Drew didn't do nothing wrong- Drew holy shit, don't flip over the top rope like that, thanks- might be because they're doing that thing where they act like nothing happened on tuesday because they assume that the regular audience didn't bother to watch, which is like... I sort of understand but it also really pisses me off. Wrestling fans in general aren't actually that stupid, and fun fact, Drew Gulak and Enzo Amore are in fact good enough story tellers to say through a few words, and show through their actions, that shit went down. That's kind of the great thing about wrestling. It's a soap opera in the way that you can stop watching for years and years and years, and come back- Sweet baby jesus another WWF commercial what the hell is happening here- to basically any show and pretty much have a pretty good idea of what's going on, storyline wise. -Look, if Cedric wasn't on the top rope, he couldn't be tossed off it, let's be real. ALSO AMORE YOU SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH AND STOP THREATENING MY DREW AND STOP CALLING HIM GABBY GOO GOO I DON'T APPROVE but I do approve Drew working the wings and back like how beautiful i do legitimately love technical wrestling- Just given the action of the "actors" we can tell who's a good guy, who's a baddy, who's got beef with who, and anything that can't be super easily explained, we got video packages for. I'm kind of seriously worried that they're going to do a- FUCKING BEAUTIFUL TIE HIM UP DREW I LOVE HIM SO MUCH SHUT THE FUCK ENZO FUCK ME THAT FIGHTING FOR THE BOTTOM ROPE WAS FUCKING AMAZING AND where the fuck is Zo going???? Drew, no, come on, don't get distrac- fuck. Too late. Drew is... is Drew bleeding he IS Fuck me, okay, kinda figured that's how this'll beeeee Nia no why???

Shit, okay, thought I was having- Enzo's going to get used and abused, by his train and by Nia probably until the only one he has left is Drew, who is lame and a dweeb and a fucking square but you know what unlike everyone else he's been a true friend despite everything that Enzo has put him through and so, through Drew's good dork heart, he helps mends Enzo so he stops being so jaded and hurt after what Cas did to him. Or not. Probably not, at all, but it's a road that they could go down should they choose to.

Mmmkay, Asuka win, unsurprising, slightly surprised that Absolution hasn't come back out to fuck with her again. Like, if I was eventually going to be going up against Asuka, I'd be playing mindgames and beating her down to give myself a weakpoint to target later on every chance I got.

Shhhiiiiiit, I remember that countdown, it was Ammmaaaaaazing~ I popped as hard as an 8yo could pop and I didn't quite understand what was happening but I knew that I would never be the same Ageen. Good times. Good fucking times.

Ah yes, and here come *in Ambrose Voice* The Europeans. I'm sorry, I'm never going to get over it, it makes me want to both laugh and cry, Deano has a gift on the mic truly.

Not to be a grammarnazi, but it's you'RE a stupid idiot, not your.

Calling it now- Jason is gonna get in Dean's way/ knocked into him or Seth, and Ambrose is going to get distracted enough with beating the shit out of him that it somehow causes him and Seth to lose the match, either because Seth'll go for the tag and no one will be there, or someone's gonna get ambushed and then pinned real quick. That, or Dean tries to push Jordan out of the way, and so Jordan jumps in to fight back and they lose because of that.

Woooooooow, Jordan. Slow your damn roll. I mean, I don't think I'd have started with Seth either, because he's obviously still feeling that earlier fight, but still. You don't go at it that way. C'mon man. Ahahahaa omg what the hell was that slide across the ring by Cesaro that was the oddest looking thing I've seen in ages. I mean, I appreciate the blueballing against a hot tag, but like, ehehe I want to be mad but I'm just giggling. Dean, I appreciate you putting Seth back in the ring but why didn't you put him back in closer to your corner??? Shit, Dean, are you okay??? Fuck, shit, that better be a work, jesus, oh no, ohhhh no please come on oh shit I don't like that ending it was awkward as fuck fuuuuuuuck deano....

...No, wait, uh, uhhhh, they setting up for a turn? I mean, Dean's the obvious one to make a heel turn on the Shield right now. Personally, I'd go with Roman, because it'd be less expected and unfortunately people are going to go back to booing him as soon as the Shield isn't around anymore so you might as well give the crowds a REASON to boo him, but I know Dean's the lunatic so... Christ I really hope this is a work and he's not actually hurt...

Limo??? Oh! Oh, Steph's home! Nice!

...Matt, omg. I'd watch Matt fight a fish. ...Woken Warriors. Matt, please stop. ...Fuck me, they're going to go back to crossdressing Bray again. Please, let's not do that again. I like that Corey is a Woken Warrior. I shouldn't, but I do.

Okay, okay, they're showing Dean getting hurt alot, so... maybe yes a work??? YES, Okay, attack backstage means work, definitely work. Or like, Dean does have issues with his arm so he needs time off to get it fixed. They used to do this all the time to let the wrestlers have Kayfabe reasons to not be around for a couple of months. But like... they're pretty upfront about when a guy or gal does get injured now, so... I have no idea what's going on.

Fuck yeah, welcome back Revival. Missed you boys. Who's their first victims then? Oh, Heath and Rhyno. Awww. Well, makes sense. At least they're getting tv timmmmmmm what is Dana Wearing??? Why??????? BOOKER MY DUDE NO PLEASE DON'T TALK ABOUT DANA COUNTING CALORIES THAT'S NOT COOL.

KURT DON'T YOU FIRE MY HEATH HE'S GOT KIDS!!! oh god what is rhyno gonna put heath through????

Hello Elias. ...I love Elias. please go caroling at me. Man fuck Goodell. I- what? Sasha??? What are you doing? Oh my god. Are the girls gonna beat up Elias? I mean, not that I'm super against it or anything, but like, why? Is there a reason for this? Has he done something? Oh, it's because it's time for their match, right? He's eating up their time.... Oh no that one buddy, that's so sad, but it was a good try Bailey. Bye, Elias. Dude... You can't not hug Bailey.

...Why HASN'T Nia been more involved with fighting Absolution. She's a huge threat. You'd think they'd try to take her out early. ...Dana changed her clothes. Well, hello there Boss Lady. Paige looks like she knows she's about to be grounded but is trying to play it cool.

I'd like to point out that if there was a big ol' fella rumble going on and an Dude McMahon came out, they wouldn't have stopped fighting. But the Ladies know when toooooooooo YESSSSS PLEASE STEPHANIE I WANT A FUCKING WOMEN'S RUMBLE YEP YEP YEP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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