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aggro-my-beloved · 3 months

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Angel Face → David Shaw x Reader Imagine

note: i can’t write a grumpy david shaw i’m sorry he’s like .03% tsundere in this re-imagined meet cute between him and angel and his anger isn’t even directed towards them. i’ll be leaving a poll at the end for which paring you’d like me to write for next in this scenario. please like and reblog as it’d really mean a lot!

pairing: david shaw x gn!reader

summary: solstice bar is packed tonight for an up-and-coming performance by a local band, and security guard david is left as a stand-in for the usual bartender. just when he thinks he’s at his wit’s end, a stranger in desperate need of conversation and something to soothe their nerves makes this shifter’s thursday a bit more tolerable.

warnings: mentions of alcohol, mild swearing, damn crew as frat bois and other shenanigans

wc: 2.1k

estimated reading time: 10.5 mins

“Welcome to Solstice!”

At a certain point in the night, the patron’s slurred chattering morphs into white noise for David’s ears. While manning the bar, beckons and calls for another round are less distinguishable but still audible if he concentrates hard enough.

“Kitchen’s closed!”

“Soda or seltzer?”

“Special is a…” he turns the still full bottle on the center of the bar to face him. “A Port Charlotte single malt whiskey. You in?” Seconds later, he heaves a mix between a grumble and a sigh. “Course not.”

“I said the kitchen’s closed!”

“Try saying it louder,” chortles Milo. His dark stature barrels through the swinging door leading to the kitchen, behind the bar. Amidst his rapid collecting of fingerprint-stamped brandy bowls and red-kissed crystal stems, his hand flies up to release his chestnut waves from the hairnet securing them. “Don’t think they heard you the seventeenth time.”

“Remind me why I agreed to pick up a Thursday for Sam. I never work Thursdays.” David raises his voice the farther Milo retreats into the kitchen. The clinks of glasses tickle his ears but do little to nothing to ease his nerves. The cook returns with a pristine array of cocktail glasses sat on a black tray. If there’s anything David admires more than his colleague’s house-made wings, it’s how he can make the same dingy glasses sparkle night after night with a quick wash.

“Because…” he sets down the tray carefully on the open bar space perpendicular to David, in between the ripened limes he prepped hours ago, and the beer taps. “Ash and his band finally wrote enough decent songs for a gig here and we agreed to be here tonight to support him.” What Milo didn’t know is that the extra tips made between David and Asher tonight were in contribution to the soot-covered kitchen drawers at their home–courtesy of the main act’s drummer insisting he fulfill his oatmeal craving. There wasn’t a chance in hell those two were getting the security deposit back, not if the cherry-oak wood soaked in gray and smelling of cinder and their landlord’s new vendetta had anything to say about it. The two shifters were already ripped a new one last week for their scratch marks on the recently renovated hardwood flooring, which they credited to “dog sitting for a friend.”

“And no more animals!” The unempowered and oblivious landlord scolds them, red in the face.

“Yes sir.” They reply in unison.

Ash tries choking down a smug laugh and fails miserably. David smacks him on his chest.

Milo grabs a handful of peanuts from a stray bowl set aside to be washed, and pops them in his mouth, savoring the salt dancing on his taste buds. “Also,” he makes out through munches, “Sam’s out tonight from sun poisoning.”

David scoffs at this. “So he says. Tank was flirting with him so much last night, I could hear them from my post at the front giving stamps.” The promises of what his younger sibling would do to the fanged creature behind closed doors cued David to shudder. Before disappearing behind the kitchen door once again, Milo quips:

“Better hearing it than smelling it.” David refuses to ask the cook to elaborate and instead shifts his attention to the front entrance, where drunken yells and chants resound. His lips curl down in a fierce scowl as the melded odor of sweat and liquor becomes six bodies more pungent. Like a cavalry, they march in with arms looped through one another’s to keep stable. If the young faces weren’t already a dead giveaway for what would be in store for David tonight, their tacky shirts did enough talking. Each one color-coordinated for a significance the man was too exhausted to mull over, but all reading: “Straight Outta D.A.M.N” in giant, bold font.

“You’ve gotta be shitting me–Hey, Milo, were you just not gonna tell me it’s the E and E’s Annual Frat Bar Crawl tonight? Because that’s a pretty fucked up thing to do to a bartending security guard!”

“What!” Milo’s accented shriek rings through the building, and he peeks his head out of the aluminum swing door to view the staggering group of drunkards for himself. “Ah, fuckin’ hell..” He fully steps out from behind the door and cups his hands around his mouth. “Hey, hammered frat dudes!” A couple of heads from the group turn in his direction. “Yeah, you guys! Kitchen’s closed!” He turns to pat David on the back of his shoulder, over the white rag he’d been drying glasses and countertops with all night. “You got this, buddy.”

“Uh uh, I don’t think so.” The man shakes his head in disbelief, and a chorus of whines echo from the group of empowered frat members. One brave soul steps forward, the beefiest of them all. He dons a shamrock green shirt with the sleeves (poorly) cut off and a pleading set of eyes. His deep voice floats to the bar from where he stands, almost devastated. “Even for fries?”

Milo is halfway through his strut back into the kitchen but is halted by David’s hand gripping his shoulder. “Even for fries, Milo?” The man cocks his head to the side, jutting out his bottom lip in a pout. They both knew why he was playing so coyly; resorting to the rarely used puppy dog eyes; mimicking the man’s tone from moments before. It was the same reason they consulted Asher’s band to play tonight. As much as either of them try to deny it, the bar needs the business. And if Sam’s claims during their Super Smash Bros tournament from weeks beforehand weren’t all talk, he’d hate to see what the vampire could do with just a walker and pure unbridled rage at tonight’s numbers.

Through gritted teeth, the shorter of the two mutters something about putting his hairnet back on before continuing his journey to the clean fryers.

“Come on in, people!” He waves a hesitant arm in his direction, encouraging the clan to venture further. The solemn whines morph into cheers as they proceed their march to the bar. Though he was dreading it at first, the orders were easy enough. Bud Lite, Rum and Coke, two more Bud Lites, another Rum and Coke, and a Mojito. In addition to this, anungodly amount of fries, but that is for Milo to deal with.

Halfway through the intoxicated army's orders, he spots a straggler trying to squeeze through the ever-growing crowd anticipating their next round and tonight’s show from the local, up-and-coming Howl’s Highway. Asher thinks the name is awesome. David thinks it’s one step closer to breaching covert to several unempowered beings who may be wandering into Dalia from out of town. They agree to disagree.

“Excuse me,” the voice croaks. “Sorry.” It pipes up every few seconds, complemented by the sight of shuffling bodies. Finally, a face pops up before him, splotched with red and with bloodshot eyes, but not from any addictive or bitter-tasting substance, other than heartbreak. David can sense their aura with the proximity. They are devastated, even more so than the student begging for a plate of fries.

“Evening, Angel. What can I get for you?” The patron’s mouth falls open, and without intent, David does the same. He was never fond of pet names at the bar, rather he viewed it unprofessional as much as he did embarrassing. This is why Sam mans the bar, and he manhandles the bastards before they can order a drink. But no, tonight he needs to strip off the leather jacket and tough exterior and ask himself: what would Sam do?

I can name someone.

Milo, politely get the fuck out of my head and cook your goddamn–

“Uh…” The unempowered stranger gnaws on their bottom lip in thought.

“Hey man, we weren’t through ordering!” His mouth retraces the snarl from earlier, and he apologetically directs his attention away from the distressed figure and to another fart member. The most inebriated and demanding of them all, if David had to guess from his words coming out like fondue. This one had a red shirt and an overall bad attitude.

“Ah,” he holds a finger up, allowing the man to pause. “Let me take their order, and I’ll come back to you, okay?” He offers a thumbs up to the man, hoping this will mollify him.

“No, not okay.” He crosses his arms, a newfound flame lit in his eyes. Oh great, just when I thought I was done putting out fires this week. Now the red shirt makes sense–fire elemental. “We were here first-“

He hopes for his friends’ sakes, he’s much more pleasant sober.

“Dames,” Greenie butts into the argument. The one in red simmers down at the feeling of the large hand resting on the small of his back and drawing gentle circles. “It’s alright, he’ll only be a minute.”

“Y-yeah, maybe we can go find some uh–some good seats for the band tonight and come back?” A meek voice offers. He’s hidden behind the other members of the group, all that is visible of him is a pair of round frames and a flash of gray on his upper body. Similar to how they breached the entrance of the place, the squad links arms to continue their journey deeper into the crowd.

“God, those were some tacky shirts. Straight Outta DAMN? What does that even mean?” The newest customer shakes their head in disgust as they eye the backside of the frat disappearing into the sea of bodies. “Seems like you’ve got your work cut out for you tonight.”

“Who, the Bud Lite bunch?” He waves a hand nonchalantly. “We get ten of those on nights like these.”

“Well, I hope that was your tenth and final bunch of the night. I don’t do too well around rowdy people.”

“So what brings you to one of the most packed bars in town tonight?” David quirks a brow at the stranger.

“Well, the pictures online made it seem a lot less busy.” They rub the back of their neck with a sheepish smile coating their face. “I just needed to get away from…I got dumped tonight and wanted to drown my sorrows.” David tries not to be offended by how invisible they are to the public and the stranger’s acknowledgment of it. The bigger chains are killing them. More recently, they’re treading on the outskirts of Dalia and monopolizing over each empty plot of land they deem a cash cow.

“Your wish is my command. What’ll it be?” David crosses his arms, causing his muscular arms to bulge against the thin fabric of his white tee. Simultaneously, the hem of his shirt rides up to reveal a very tan, very toned v-line vulnerable to the wandering eyes of the one sitting before him. They try not to make it obvious. Menu, eyes, menu, abs, arms, back to menu.

“Maybe an Espresso Martini?” They peer up to lock eyes with him again. Truthfully, they hadn’t read a description of any drink on the list and were taking a lucky guess.

A few seconds of silence transpire before David responds firmly. “No.” They almost choke in disbelief, and their heart rate picks up.

“Pardon?”

“You need something stronger.” He decides, ultimately picking up a few bottles that the dejected newbie couldn’t decipher the labels of. Their eyebrows stay furrowed as David fills the cobbler shaker with a handful of ice cubes and a generous amount of liquor.

“C’mon, trust me. What’s in here,” he shakes the stainless steel vigorously for emphasis, “ain’t gonna kill you.”

“I think a hole-in-the-wall bar is the last place I should be told to trust a stranger.” David considers this and hums.

“I think the alley in the back of this place might take the cake.” Wiggling in the leather barstool from anticipation, their eyes stay concentrated on the clear glass as a slow strain of amber liquid occupies it. Before sliding it to their side of the bar, David is sure to garnish it with some orange zest.

“Go ahead, it’s on the house,” David smirks, before retreating to the kitchen to help Milo plate the heaps of fries.

“For real? No, I have to owe something.”

“It’s a new recipe. I wouldn’t even know what to charge you.” The man admits. “Go on,” he insists, prior to disappearing behind the swing door and being greeted with Milo’s sassy commentary on how David’s going to be working overtime to help him clean tonight.

As the cook is balancing plates onto his arms, he hardly feels the burn of ceramic against his arms. For all his senses are concentrated on his new patron–more specifically, the sound of them sipping his innovation and a delightful hum leaving their lips.

“Damn, that’s good.”

He ponders shortly after, amidst delivering fries to the ravenous elemental crew, I think I’ll call it Angel Face.

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silent-sanctum · 2 years

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A Slice of Morioh: "Little Miss"

Summary: Having newly arrived in the quaint little town of Morioh-cho, you entrust your daughter to 2 teenagers who wouldn't suspect to be the child of someone they already know, let alone someone who never looked like the type.

Today was a sunny day. A perfect time for classic Josuke-Okuyasu shenanigans.

When Josuke wasn't preoccupied with Stand hunt or school, his ultimate pastimes were always spent with the always-down-for-anything Okuyasu. Koichi was always invited and often times hung out with the duo during school break periods, but outside the grounds, he spends his time studying or with his new sociopathic girlfriend Yukako.

What they did during these pastimes were near limitless in variety- from searching for change around town with Shigechi, go on a food spree, marathon a shit ton of video games that they hoarded, and other ideas they would procure.

It was only on this particular day that they had 0 clue on what to do. Spending time on the benches by the street weren't exactly their standard activity. "Oi Josuke..." Okuyasu said, lying on the concrete with a contemplative expression. "Are you sure we went to Tonio's last week? Maybe it was a different Italian restaurant we haven't heard about?"

The pompadour student exhaled a heavy sigh. "You had your spine explode and your teeth raining onto the pasta. Where else other than Tonio's could that happen?"

"You have a point."

"Excuse me, you two over there!" Josuke hummed in question, turning over to his left to see who called out to him and his best friend.

From the distance, he could pinpoint a female figure approaching them with a tiny child by her side. She looked mature enough to indicate she was older than him, sporting a thin teal coat over a white shirt-and-short set and white boots.

The child beside her was no more than 10, with space buns for hair and a black-neon green motif going on as her color palette. It's a cute addition for small butterfly clips to dot her clothes for that cherry-on-top bonus.

"Josuke Higashikata, correct?" The female turned to his best friend with same recognition. "And you must be Okuyasu Nijimura."

"Uh t-that would be us yes?" Josuke stammered. If his memory didn't fail him, he didn't remember seeing this woman's face around town and being moderately friendly with nearly every civilian here, he should have known her appearance at the very least.

She knew his name but he didn't know who she was.

"Who are you and how'd you know our names?" Okuyasu said back hunched as he scanned you, narrowing his eyes. "You're pretty though, not gonna lie."

"Ah I'm new here in case you were wondering. I'm Y/N and this is my daughter Jolyne." You turned to look at the child, who had her tiny hands wrapped around her mother's leg, shy. "Say hi to the nice men, pearl."

Jolyne glanced at the squatting student with the pompadour and without looking, said a quick "hello" and immediately hurried to hide behind the adult.

"Oh ho, not used to strangers is she?" Josuke said with an amused smile.

"It may look like that but she usually gets along rather fast with people she just met if you spend enough time with her," you chuckled, petting the top of Jolyne's head.

"Speaking of which, how'd you know us exactly?"

"Ah yes! My husband told me about you two. He isn't exactly a too-trusting person on the daily. So for him to say he trusts you two is a big deal," you said. "Well...trusts mostly Josuke but you seem like a nice guy too Okuyasu."

Husband? Josuke subtly glanced down at your left hand, and saw a shining silver band wrapped snuggly around your ring finger. "O-Oh, I'm flattered and all, but what's the whole trust thing gotta do with us?"

"I'm working with an organization and one of the assignments I need to find just so happens to be in vacation location of Morioh. I have a lead on him and I might be able to catch him within the day," you explained. "But no one's going to watch my little girl. Her great-grandpa is here but I don't wanna stress him more."

"But mommy, I can watch over myself with grandpa at the hotel daddy's staying in," Jolyne whined, tugging at her mother's coat.

"You know your dad's still a bit paranoid with us here so he needs some reassurance that someone is making sure his little pearl is safe. You don't want daddy to get worried, right?" Jolyne pouted, but nodded in understanding.

"That's my girl." You kissed the girl's chubby cheek and turned her attention to Josuke and Okuyasu. "I have to go. I'll try to be back by 5 PM, but if I end up late, her father's going to fetch her. You two good with that?"

"Sure thing Y/N-san!"

"Promise me you'll watch over her carefully."

"We promise!"

"Awesome." You motioned the child forward and she slowly walked to the teenager's side with tiny steps. Just then, your phone rang and you plucked the blocky device out of your bag. You groaned but looked at the boys with a smile. "Thanks a bunch guys."

"Wait!" Josuke called out, stopping you from going as you had the phone by your ear. "What does her father look like? We just want to make sure she's given to the right person."

"Ah yes sir, hold on for a moment- her dad's tall and intimidating. You'll know who it is the second he steps in don't worry. She's a huge daddy's girl!" You flashed one more reassuring smile before heading off to the opposite direction with a slight jog to your steps.

Well... at least they knew what they were going to do for the day.

"Alright! Where do you want uncle Josuke to take you?" He said as upbeat as possible, just to make the little girl feel less anxious with a teenager she just met.

"I-I don't know, but im hungry."

"Well there's the sandwich shop Shigechi goes to a lot." Okuyasu offered. "Or we can go to Tonio's."

"Dude, you always want to go to Tonio's." Josuke groaned. He glanced down at Jolyne and smiled. "You hungry? Do you want to grab a sandwich?"

Jolyne shook her head. "Not hungry for sandwiches..." She had a cute little pout on her face before her eyes widened and turned to look at Josuke. "Ice cream? Can we have ice cream instead?"

"Ooh a sweet tooth type of kid," he chuckled, patting her shoulders. "Roger that. Next destination, the ice cream parlor!"

All 3 went to the said location, happy to find out the place wasn't as booked and busy like the last few times the duo went there. At Jolyne's request, Josuke ordered for her a simple vanilla cone topped with sprinkles and chocolate syrup, while he bought popsicles for him and Okuyasu.

He thought back to what you said just as you were about to leave. About what her father possibly looked like so he could lend her over to the right person. Tall and intimidating... man, Josuke could list of any tall adult in Morioh and as far as he know, older strangers were a bit scary.

"Hey kid," Josuke tapped the girl's shoulder. In the middle of her dessert snacking, she glanced at the student with wide eyes. "What does your dad look like?"

"Didn't you already ask mommy about that?"

"It doesn't hurt to ask again..." He murmured, scratching the back of his neck.

"Well... daddy is really tall and looks scary to a lot of people, but if you get to know him, he's super nice and brings me to work a lot!" Jolyne gleefully said, waving her arms around.

"U-uh I need an image. You know eye color, hair color, what types of clothes he wear, stuff like that."

"Ah. I have daddy's hair and eyes. I liked the color yellow so my mommy and daddy dyed my bangs yellow." Jolyne giggled, finishing the last of her ice cream treat. "He dresses cool too."

So black hair and blue-green eyes. Got it.

The day continued and under the clear sunny sky, Josuke and Okuyasu figured taking the child to stroll around the park would be a fun idea considering they could visit the playground on the way.

"Hey mister?" Josuke hummed, looking down at her with open eyes. "Your hairstyle's funny-looking."

Josuke paused.

Jolyne reached to tug at the pompadour student's uniform, wondering why the teenager stopped midway their path. "Mister?"

"Kid, shhh!" Okuyasu immediately crouched to Jolyne's level to cup her mouth in panic. "You can't say stuff like that about his hair."

"Why not? His hair reminds me of the steak I ate in Florida, but blue!"

A threatening purple glow emanated out of the teenager, a scowl fixated on his face. "Oi oi oi, you better watch what you say kid." Though it was irrational, Crazy Diamond was at the brink of surfacing, ready to give the child a lesson... a more lenient lesson. "I'm about to teach you something but you won't like it."

"Josuke, Josuke, I think we should calm down before we Uh... hurt a small child." Okuyasu said in an attempt to divert the other's attention away from the accidental insult.

But the words turned useless in the teenager's ears as he continued glaring at the girl. "But it does look like steak for me. Why are you angry?"

"You little-"

"Are you threatening me?" Both teens shared the same look of surprise at the sudden bold outburst and angry disposition of a 6-year-old child.

Josuke continued regardless. She's a little kid, what's she about to do? Punch my knees? Kick my shins? "Yeah I am, what are you gonna do about it kid?"

"I'm going to tell daddy about this. He hates it when I'm threatened."

Josuke chuckled. "Ho ho, bet your father's not gonna know what's coming to him if that's the case." If her father's not Stand user, he'd be willing to bet the risk of ruining the man's face and he's not gonna know what hit him.

"Dude hold up!" the other student exclaimed, waving his hands in a panic as the two engaged in a heated stare down. "Think about Y/N Josuke. Are you really going to be able to handle seeing the hurt on her face knowing you beat her kid?"

At the thought of your trusting smile, Josuke reeled back his temper and focused on quelling his petty habit of bursting into anger at one jab about his hairstyle. He let out one big exhale and forced himself to chuckle. "You know what? This guy's got a point."

Okuyasu puffed out his chest, proud of himself. Jolyne, however, kept her narrowed gaze firm, pouting with crossed arms.

"Oh and would you look at that?" Josuke said, peering off into the distance causing the girl and his best friend to follow his line of sight. "It's the playground!"

In almost an instant, Jolyne beamed and gasped, forgetting the fact she was probably considering making him her enemy. "Playground?! Can we go?"

They, in fact went to the playground where the little girl spent her time on the seesaw (with Okuyasu on the other side), the slides, and the swing set.

Other than ordinary babysitting moments, the trio spent the remaining day doing whatever children liked to do. On some occasions, Jolyne would simply follow wherever the two teenagers would go: Sneaking into the school's gym, Tonio's restaurant, the arcade, Cafe Deux Margots, Rohan's place for shits and giggles, etc.

By 5 PM, they settled down in front of Josuke's house, just outside on the doorstep. Jolyne fell asleep on his lap, tired from all her mini exploration around Morioh with her new friends. Josuke told Okuyasu that he could call it a day, but the latter was determined to complete this babysitting mission the way they started it: Together.

Okay that was cheesy. Josuke cringed.

About 10 minutes later, a voice called out. "Oi Josuke. Okuyasu." Snapping out of his sleepy daze, the teenager looked up to see Jotaro standing in front of him, clad in his mostly white get-up.

"Oh hey Jotaro-san," he yawned and nudged the other student, who fell asleep on the grass, awake. "Another Stand user case?"

"There's no update about a new Stand user emerging so that's not the case for now." He glanced down to see the sleeping child on Josuke's lap. "I see you've been busy the whole day."

"Ah yes! We've kept our time occupied being good citizens of town by watching over this gorgeous chick's child by bringing her around the place," Okuyasu said, grinning widely.

"Oh?"

"That's right! And now we're just waiting for her dad to show up so we can hit the hay inside," Josuke continued.

"I see... well you all must be tired." Jotaro sighed and stepped forward towards the little girl. "I'll take over from here."

"Woah woah now! I'm gonna need you to stop right there." The pompadour student rose his hand, holding the girl closer to him.

The gesture only made the adult cock a brow with question. "Excuse me?"

"I know you're secretly concerned over our well-being, that you're a fully grown adult, and all that but just to let you know, we made a promise to this child's mom that we will be the one sending her off to her father," Josuke said.

"Yeah! We promised!" Added in by Okuyasu with the same determined huff. "We don't do broken promises here."

"That's good to know but it's getting late and she has to-"

"No buts! We will be standing firm right here even if it takes us all night." The student could feel his ego flare up, proud that he was standing up for himself against someone as stoic as the marine biologist.

Even though the said biologist was unamused, the visor of his hat shading over his eyes. Josuke had to keep telling himself to not dissolve into a nervous breakdown from the stern look the adult was giving him now.

Jolyne shifted around and blinked her eyes open, yawning. "Noisy, noisy..." She mumbled, looking to whoever disturbed her sleep. The second she laid her eyes on the adult, she broke into a big smile, squirming in the teen's hold.

"Daddy!"

"Oh is he here?" Josuke looked ahead, past the mountain of a man and towards the street off to the side to see for a nearing person. "Where is he tho-"

"Daddy's here!" Jolyne pried Josuke's arms off of her and rushed forward. "Daddy!"

At the same time, Jotaro crouched down momentarily to open his arms and welcome the child's tiny yet tight hug, reciprocating it with a gentler one. "How's my little pearl?"

"I missed you! You didn't come home last night to read me my bedtime story," Jolyne pouted, prompting the man to huff and ruffle her hair.

"I did come home last night but you were already sleeping with mommy by the time I came back."

"Still... you should've woke me up and put me back to sleep again."

Jotaro lifted her off the ground, settling her on his arm. "That's... not a good idea, but I'll try to come home earlier for you. Would that be alright?"

"Mhm!"

Wait. Hold on.

Josuke and Okuyasu had to bide in a few seconds to process what just happened. From the second she woke up down to the last moment of her being carried by the most stoic Stand user in Morioh.

"J-Jotaro-san... you're a dad??"

"And is there a problem with that?" He said curtly, brushing Jolyne's bangs to the side.

Not once in his life would he imagine that the ever so busy, no-time-for-emotions Jotaro Kujo would actually be a legitimate father to a girl. But having Jolyne as his daughter also meant-

"Wait you're married???" Okuyasu exclaimed.

"...Yes?" Josuke subtly glanced to the adult's hand to spot an identical silver band wrapped around his ring finger.

The teenager wondered how the hell you've managed to seduce this man into being your devoted husband when all he responds to the opposite sex were either neutrality or hostility (as based from his observations at least).

No. No that can't be. This must be a joke. It has to be some elaborate prank that's so well orchestrated it's real. Sure the man's capable of achieving a family but knowing him, his demeanor, and his workload?

"Pearl, how about you show these boys your little birthmark." Jotaro said, making the little girl nod and tug the collar of her dress down to the side. On the back of her shoulder, a clear star-shaped mark was revealed in the clear of day.

"I got this from daddy. He also has one on his back." Jolyne said with pride.

No shit. This is legit. "A-Ah okay then."

"Oh! I forgot to tell you something." Oh crap.

Jotaro hummed. "What is it?"

"A while ago, I said uncle Josuke's hair looked like blue steak-" Oh crap oh crap oh crap.

The pompadour student loudly chuckled, cutting off the child's direct statement. "And I laughed it off. You know how I brew in anger every time someone insults my hair? None of that with her. She's a sweet little cutie."

"That's not true. He threatened me. Said he'll teach me something I won't like."

Shit. Josuke risked a glance at the biologist's response and as expected, that familiar shade over his eyes and tight lips returned, purely focused on Josuke. "Is that so?"

"Uhuh, and he said you're not gonna know what coming when I said I'll be telling you," Jolyne puffed her chest and cheeks, mildly upset.

Josuke's knees nearly buckled the moment as Jotaro radiated that specific aura and a mirage of Star Platinum emerged out of him, white-gloved fist already clenched. He just hoped he won't use time stop all of a sudden to knock the living daylights out of him.

"I'd say otherwise..." He glared at the teenager and the latter broke into a nervous sweat, already imagining the clock's ticking coming to halt. "But you and I know better."

Josuke exhaled in relief, the weight of dread lifted of his shoulders. "Well, would you look at the time! It's about time I head home-"

Before Okuyasu could continue and possibly flee (so much for sticking together), Jolyne casually pointed at him and said, "He called mommy pretty."

The mentioned student tripped over himself. Now it was his turn to break into nervous sweating as the adult supplied his daughter's comment. "I'm aware. He called mommy a 'gorgeous chick' minutes ago as well. In a tone that sounded like he was planning to hit on my wife."

Star made another appearance yet again and Okuyasu got on his knees as he shielded himself. "N-No not at all Jotaro-san! I was just saying Y/N's objectively pretty! No plans whatsover! Please don't hurt me!"

The marine biologist didn't respond for a solid second before letting out one deep sigh with his Stand fading back into him. "Again... we know better."

"We should get going. It's getting late and Y/N's most likely back in the hotel wondering where we are." Jotaro looked at Jolyne and cocked his head at their direction. "Say goodbye."

She turned to them and waved. "Bye-bye uncle Josuke and uncle Okuyasu!"

And as simple as that, the father-daughter duo left the Higashikata residence, leaving the best friends dumbfounded and unable to process what just happened.

"You know... when you think about it," Josuke said. "Knowing someone like him has a family, kinda makes me wanna snoop more about his personal life. Is that wrong?"

"Bro, I was thinking about the exact same thing," Okuyasu said in return. "We should invite Koichi too. He'll be missing out."

And both them grinned as a result.

After that day, the relentless Josuke-Okuyasu duo had a new pastime added to the list.

#jotaro x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #diamond is unbreakable #jotaro kujo #jolyne kujo #i wrote this on my phone omg the screen's so small

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ash-soka · 1 year

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some OCs for @infamous-if 💘 Cherry Vice is my MC for the game, the lead singer of up and coming band Starlit Sin.

Nicky, lead singer of Lucky Number, belongs to @stormstruck-angel.

Leo Ambrose is mine too but he’s not a MC, he’s just chilling, he’s a model who’d be friends with Victoria (he’s also friends with Nicky due to complicated shenanigans).

#infamous #infamous if #infamous mc #cherry is very <3 at nicky btw #also i didn't make an insta for him but leo's married to a youtuber #leo #cherry vice #my ocs

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ask-the-shiny-pokemons · 1 year

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Rotie DB (Relationships)

Positive: 💕 Love / 💖 Really like / ❤️ Like Neutral: 🤍 Negative: 💔 Hate / 🤎 Really dislike / 🖤 Dislike

Wil

On-blog:

Rimi - 💖💖💖 9 - My new best friend. I like her voice (talking and singing), it’s so charming.

Tim - 💖💖💖 9 - My foster dad. He is the closest in this family.

Cath - 💖💖💖 9 - My best friend before Rimi. Don't get me wrong, she is still my best friend.

Edin - 💕💖🤍 9 - He is a cooler guitarist. We have a romantic relationship now, though it was unexpected for me.

Noelle - 💖🤍🤍 3 - Coolest drummer. We met fairly recently though.

Linda - ❤️❤️🖤 1 - My school friend. She is, however, a bit irritating.

Diego - 🖤🤍🤍 -1 - My fave actor. Though we are now rivals.

Off-blog (only if interacted more than once):

Kaleo (ask-the-lost-prince) - 💖❤️❤️ 5 - I met him in Alola and after that he went to the studios to talk about the movies. He is so cool. I wonder what happened to him afterwards…

Skarla (askpokepals) - 💖❤️❤️ 5 - Basically the W buddies.

Fuegia (eevee-crossing) - 💖🤍🤍 3 - Met her in Gala, but we’re barely talked.

Crow (ask-gimmiventures) - ❤️🤍🤍 1 - I'm rooting to them to be a part of a Guild!

Vanta (darkvoid-sun) - 🤍🤍🤍 0 - I have no big sympathy on Darkrai, but he seems kind as for me.

Rimi

On-blog:

Noelle - 💕💕💕 15 - My girlfriend. She might be weird, but I love weird characters.

Arin - 💖💖💖 9 - My dad and I love him. He's also an inspiration for my band.

Wil - 💖💖💖 9 - My friend. We are spending time together outside my band activities.

Edin - 💖💖❤️ 7 - Our strongest member of the band. He is so charming.

Leia - 💖❤️❤️ 5 - My mom. Her malasadas are truly impressing

Off-blog (only if interacted more than once):

Lunch (askvekpa) 💖💖💖 9 - Best buddies EVER!

North (ask-north) - 💖💖❤️ 7 - Jolly girl. She seem to be a human, but she can transform into Pokémon (can be from my universe too). She REALLY likes malassadas.

Hope (book-of-legends) - 💖💖❤️ 7 - A Lunala and also a mom. She REALLY did enjoyed malasadas. A bit remind me of North.

Earendel (book-of-legends) - 💖💖❤️ 7 - I've never seen anyone eating malasadas with such excitement!

Prince (ask-the-lost-prince) - 💖❤️❤️ 5 - My fan and possibly my former buddy at school.

Cherry (ask-gimmiventures) - 💖❤️❤️ 5 - She is very kind and gave me a cupcake.

Ivy (rescuerivy) - 💖❤️❤️ 5 - Her rice dumplings are way too tasty.

Hibiscus (polteashop) - 💖❤️🤍 4 - She seems nice and the tea tastes wonderful.

Reshi (lightofunova) - 💖❤️🤍 4 - An Unovian legendary. I say she’s very sweet for this and this is very nice.

Sirius (book-of-legends) - 💖❤️🤍 4 - I've met him during Valentine's Day, but it was a disaster and really felt bad at him when this Hoopa did some shenanigans to him. Looks like he somewhat enjoyed our malasada, though he still feels a bit sour with me and Noey.

Pixel (ask-gimmiventures) - ❤️❤️🤍 2 - He seems very chill for his work.

Farrow (asksavel) 💖🖤🤍 2 - I feel poor to them, but their tone when I gave a malasada…

Destino (ask-the-royal-absol) 🤎🖤🤍 -4 - Working with them is a big mistake…

Lief (ask-team-misfit) 🤎🖤🖤 -5 - He's bully, did make me irritate, make innocent folks cry, including pollen shenanigans. But I hope he'll improve one day.

Journey (book-of-legends) 💔🖤🖤 -7 - ...Just...what are they did with poor Meowstic is unacceptable...

Noelle

On-blog:

Rimi - 💕💕💕 15 - My girlfriend. We want to be together...forever...

Edin - 💖❤️🖤 5 - He still stinks, but he’s my friend no matter what.

Wil - 💖🤍🤍 3 - We just only met, but he seems very cool.

Off-blog (only if interacted more than once):

Silas (ask-north / tricks-n-illusions) - 💕💕🤍 10 - I think he's now a little bro to me... Yes, he did horrible things, but I don't believe he did on his own. Regardless, my love of him is still strong. After our recent reunion, my Houndoominite became a Silasimite after he returned back to me. Calls me "Noe".

Valiant (ask-valiant-victory) - 💖💖🤍 6 - A bit weirdo, but I love listen to his stories about what would happen with Silas (also kinda remind me of him). Also I hope he'll enjoy the puzzle.

Ivy (rescuerivy) - 💖❤️🤍 4 - Even if we barely met, I really like her dumplings given by Rimi.

Javi (ask-javi-the-grafaiai) - 💖❤️🤍 4 - WHY THOSE BERRIES TASTE SO GOOD? I WANNA KNOW WHERE YA GETTIN' FROM...

Edin

On-blog:

Wil - 💕💖💖 11 - YAHOO WE FINALLY MET AT LAST!!!

Rimi - 💖💖❤️ 6 - My closest friend in the band.

Noelle - 💖❤️❤️ 5 - I think she can understand me now at least…

Off-blog (only if interacted more than once):

Prince (askthepaldeanpassenger) - 💖❤️🤍 4 - He's pretty playful. Next time when we meet again we'll make sure to play.

Layrian

On-blog:

Arin - ❤️🤍💔 - -4 - My boss. We're not in best conditions right now.

Off-blog (only if interacted more than once or given impression):

Bingo (askvekpa) - 💖💖🤍 6 - Thank you for the water!

Mimipon (ask-mimipon) - 💖💖🤍 6 - Thank you for the candy!

Wesn (pokege-ne-project) - 💖💖🤍 6 - Thank you for giving me a blanket!

Tim (to be added later)

Rimi's icon by book-of-legends. Wil, Noelle, Edin, and Tim's icons were modified by me.

#rotie db #relationships

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Heheheh, here i go and I wanna know your

Favorite tropes

Kpop bands

Female characters

Ice cream flavors

Words in your language

bestie i take days to answer single questions and you've given me 5 😭 okay then, let's get to it!!

Tropes💘

a few things i go insane for:

power couple or stick it to the haters

when the characters know each other so well and prove their bond to outsiders. this includes but is not limited to:

"he's a monster!" "no, he isn't." (LBFAD)

"he'd never fall for someone like her" *he's head over heels* (Itazura na Kiss)

"i won't allow it!" *proceeds to give their blessings because they finally see how they're giving their kid what they failed to* (alternatively the couple flips them off and rides off into the sunset) (F4: Thailand iirc)

contract marriage or alternatively fake dating

nothing like faking it into making it 🥰 bonus points if a cocky mean outsider is into one of them and knows that it's a scam so they get a nasty surprise (idek where that is coming from but I've seen smth like that fs)

this trope's sister:

forced proximity combined with enemies to lovers

(one bed™️ can fit into this category)

oh to start on the wrong foot with someone but then be forced to see them in their natural state and appreciate the way they tie their hair before doing the dishes and help out the neighbours bring their groceries upstairs. to lie in bed thinking about how they bought an extra soda can ("it was on sale" ) that is coincidentally the flavour you love but they find gross. this trope is the gift that keeps on giving, you get domesticity, you get gradual mutual understanding, seeing them at their most vulnerable, it's so good. and they're basically prepared for marriage lol

introducing a bunch of diverse characters quickly through narration

i'm a sucker for a good variety of characters having unique to them intros (murder mystery staple) esp when it's like the camera going through an apartment building and you learn what type of person lives on each floor, it's so fun

found family or supportive friend group

again, usually a colourful bunch of characters, this time united by their love for each other. the compassion, the warmth, the shenanigans, it's so good 😭 (thinking of the kitty gang and the uncanny counter squad lol)

Kpop bands💫

for bands it's

1. Day6

2. The Rose

3. N.Flying

and then Xdinary Heroes, Lucy and FT Island sharing a spot ig haha

as for groups..i's insane to even think about it, I just know Seventeen and Day6 are on there, everyone else is depending on criteria lol like whose albums have i listened to the most? Ateez, Monsta X, Got7. who are legends i can't not mention? INFINITE, SHINee, EXO, BTOB etcetc. don't do this to me lmao

Female characters 🪷

I'll just have to go with ladies in bl because otherwise it's impossible

1. Hashimoto Mio (Kieta Hatsukoi)

2. Photjanee (MSP)

3. Yan Li & Wen Qing (to me they're sisters and they're sharing a spot idc) (CQL)

4. Fujisaki Nozomi (Cherry Magic)

5. Miriam (Tonhon Chonlatee)

shoutout to my love Jingjai from Home School 💓

Ice cream flavours🍦

in no particular order:

1. chocolate

2. yogurt

3. pistachio

4. raspberry sorbet

5. caramel

Words in your language 🔤

as I refuse to flat out state where I'm from you're getting descriptions of words lmao

the word for love with the connotation of it not being romantic (but could also be used for romantic love)

the word we use as a replacement for any place, action, quality, as a verb, adjective, noun or adverb when the proper word doesn't come to mind (works best if the other person has context, otherwise they're just listing out things you could mean and you get gradually more frustrated that they don't get it)

a made up word combining a word for idiot and the name for a french bulldog (I will not be explaining but it's hilarious)

an adjective from the word for moon that describes moony things like light, stone, cycle

and not one of my faves but a fave to use with kids - an endearing nickname from the word for sun

#petri replies #ppg #ask game #im posting this before i overthink even more lmao sorry for the 4 day wait love #definitely have a lot more tropes to add but alas i cant think of all of it at once

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General Knowledge - SHS

get to know the band!

LILINIETH AEYSS (LILI) :

her full name is lilinieth aeyss, but the name lili is fine too!

she is 6”5.

lili is a succubus, although expressing natural and stereotypical succubus features, she tends to steer from the stereotype of “i have sex with guys and then steal their soul” (although, she could’ve taken that career path)

her lifespan derives off of eating arms — typically human flesh. (it only adds about 3-4 years.)

in the first game, she is presented with short hair, messy, but kept to her neck. over the next two games, it grows longer. by monster roadtrip, it is styled into a long high ponytail.

she dawns a third eye and four horns on her head, with two of the horns being smaller than the other two. this third eye has a mind of its own, but decides it doesn’t want to harm lili or anyone else- purely because its too lazy and it likes to see the crazy shenanigans SHS get up to. sometimes, it likes to speak through lili, but such occurrences are rare.

she has an interdimensional pet named bluey! it dawns multiple eyes and arms. it is 10ft tall when it stands, but it likes to shrink to a cute size, about the size of a cat.

lili is the lead singer of SHS.

she is also the song writer!

she dawns a tattoo of the SHS logo on her waist (it was a stick and poke. her first ever tattoo!)

she is the last to die out of all her friends

her family consists of her older sister: aurora, and her blind mother: camilla. her father is dead.

her main group of friends consist of SHS (of course), but out of the love interests, she is mainly friends with vera, polly and liam.

out of the playable characters, her favourite is vicky.

voice claim : panty from Panty And Stocking With Garterbelt

assigned song - cherry bomb, the runaways

NYX :

nyx is 4”11.

nyx is made of dark matter, since they are a boogeyman. this means they can shapeshift, transform, and yes, she can turn into liquid.

she has a pet bird named niel cockatiel!

they also have an orchid mantis!

nyx has two dads, a grim reaper and poltergeist (with a tragic story too!), noah and rex!

nyx is the bassist of SHS.

originally, nyx was called ‘bookshelf’, because she liked books, and used to have glasses!

now instead, they dawn white freckles!

nyx loves everything to do with space, plants, literature and birds.

she has a burning hatred for leonard, even to go as far as to make her twitter username dissing him.

out of the love interests, their main friends are zoe, scott and kale.

out of the playable characters, their favourite is brian.

she and oz like to joke that they are long lost siblings, since the two are very similar, oz being the embodiment/god of fear and nyx, a boogeyman.

they are the third to die out of the band

they dawn two antler-like horns on their head.

voice claim : Baby from Five Nights At Freddy’s - Sister Location

assigned song - Thus Always To Tyrants , The Oh Hellos

APUT :

aput is a yakutian horse from canada!

he is 6”0.

aput actually had moved to america to attend a highschool there- that is where he met the rest of SHS (and eventually got expelled and moved to spooky high.)

before moving to america, aput actually had a boyfriend in canada! his name was aaron, but since aput moved to america, they could not stand a ldr (long-distance relationship), so the relationship ended.

his family consists of his mother, cupun; his middle brother, panuk and his oldest brother: nuniq.

the tufts on their chest represent their status in the family.

cupun’s tuft is the largest, and nuniq’s being the smallest.

he is the drummer for SHS.

aput loves to race and run track!

he is the first to die out of the band

out of the love interests, he is mainly friends with damien, cal and mothman.

out of the playable characters, his favourite is oz.

he was once a lead in a school production! that being a princess and he had to wear a dress. there is more to this— but that’s a story for another day..

yes, he has crashed into many people, and yes, he has crashed through a wall. this was because of the haunted house at spooky camp, to which he crashed right through the wall and dragged scott with him.

voice claim - jack frost, rise of the guardians

assigned song - love grows (where my rosemary grows), Edison Lighthouse

SANRIO + THAF :

sanrio is the guitarist for SHS.

he is selectively mute- so his puppet, thaf, speaks for him.. despite his vulgarity.

he is 5”3.

sanrio has a fear of ants.

he dawns a mask and his hair covers his eyes— due to the fact his eye sockets are empty and his mouth is torn.

his puppet, thaf, knows how to make alcoholic beverages. he has the ability to possess sanrio, but doesn’t unless necessary.

he is the second to die out of the band

thaf used to be human.

sanrio only really speaks once in a blue moon, but even so, it is raspy and almost inaudible.

sanrio’s only family is his father, who is currently unknown.

he has no pets - unless you’d like to count thaf, then be my guest..

he has the most tolerance of spicy food.

out of the love interests, he is friends with joy, miranda and scott.

out of the playable characters, his favourite is amira.

voice claim - ???

assigned song - devil town, cavetown

fin.

(the image above depicts cupun showing sanrio aput’s baby photos.)

art credits to sadratatouille on instagram

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the latest from those pesky Los Camp! kids...

March 26th, 2008

Since we missed several festivities since we last wrote it seems appropriate to say happy new year and happy easter, we hope you got as many Lindt bunnies/giant kinder eggs as your heart desired. My parents buggered off to Russia for the week…so I got NOTHING. I’m still angry. And I hate all of you smug chocolate-d to the brim bastards.

OK I think I’ve recovered now so we can actually get on with filling you in on some of the Los Camp shenanigans of late. Since we last rambled several important events have occurred in the lives of Los Campesinos!

In no particular order • We released our debut album “Hold on Now Youngster” to critical acclaim from Glamour Magazine. Sadly they did not throw a free suscription into there 4 out of 5 star review. • We released “Death to Los Campesinos!,” our first “proper” single and it got to number 490 or sumin like that • We got unsuitable prefix’s before our names in a article in NME. For anyone that’s confused by that – Ellen no longer has pink hair…I still have flame hair though, so I’m not bothered. • We met Louis Walsh and Sonia off Eastenders • We made a fanzine and it was pretty. • We went to SXSW and had the best time ever. Officially. • This blog got published in NME again, so therefore Aleks and myself are published journalists. That’s sooo going on the CV.

But to start with we began the year with a jaunt around the UK, Ireland and Europe with our lovely friends the supremely talented Johnny Foreigner (for the first leg anyway) We also got supported by a cast of sometimes younger, more sprightly and infinitely more talented troupes of musicians e.g ultcult and sparky deathcap who made us in awe of them/jealous of there skillz and slightly aroused.

We also did our first live TV performance and got to hang out in a green room, the drinks AND biscuits were free and Louis Walsh told me (Ellen) I looked like Dido. He also kept making reference to me being a Russian hippie. And so far more suitable adjectives are born: “Dido lookalike Ellen and Russian hippie Aleks”.

We started out the tour of course with the Bath Moles type gig which involved some Panther Girl moonlighting from Aleks and our first experience of people knowing the words to the album before it was released (you cheeky people.) Yes, I can now tick ‘being a Panther girl for the night’ off my list of things to do before I die, a lifelong ambition of many I’m sure. Oh and we were gifted our second cherry pie of our band career…keep ‘em coming…please.

We sold out King Tut’s in Glasgow meaning we were given a free bottle of whisky, enough to motivate anyone! This was despite copies of the Stool Pigeon being readily available in the venue – the album got 1/5 (or maybe it was 2, I can’t quite remember but something tells me 2 is a bit too optimistic.) The rest of the tour seemed to also go rather swimmingly with a gig in a rehearsal room/aircraft hanger in Reading, some self indulgent drunken performing in Portsmouth which lead to some livejournal slash fan fiction about Neil and Gareth’s onstage antics.

If we were going to write some fan fiction about these two it would go something like this: “Neil shredded out a fat solo on his guitar whilst making eyes at Gareth who so totally wanted to do him, and they lolled about it before they made out on stage and it was the sexiest thing ever OMG!.” We may release a book.

During the first half of the tour, we had the best tour manager ever. And thinking of his moustache and hat still makes our little hearts swell with love…Dan WE LOVE YOU. We also gained a new merch guy who got more phone numbers from potential lovers on this tour then any of us have ever got in our tiny little lives, so if you think being a rock star gets you the bitches and the ho’s, think again. Merch guy.

We then moseyed on over to Europe where we celebrated the album release day in Amsterdam. We performed a gig (you can watch it somewhere on the www but finishing reading this blog will prob be more satisfying), and were given a bag of easter eggs which has 400 different flavours, see if you can name that many flavours of chocolate….or anything. Go on, I dare you. Which reminds me, over Easter in the paradise that is Birmingham I saw a giant bull made entirely of jelly beans. It’s like the Bullring bull only better coz it’s like edible and colourful and stuff.

Back to business though…We went to Europe and it was chic and europey, and one venue had a large “DO LOS CAMPESINOS!” sign, so obviously our band sluttiness is infamous. That was also the same gig where free condoms where handed out, so we are also some form of aphrodisiac! We played with Kula Shaker in Halden which was nostalgic, and did the Black Sessions in Paris which was a bit of a honour. Tom managed to accidentally offend Antwerp by speaking in French instead of Flemish but we also managed to offend them by being generally rubbish. We saw the beauty of the eiffel tower on a chilly day filled with the colours of the autumn leaves, we slumped against the soft cushions of the back lounge of the bus whilst watching the wonder that is the back to the future trilogy (I can’t believe you just off-handedly mentioned the back to the future thing. That fact does not deserve to be reduced to just part of a sentence, it needs it’s own paragraph or blog. It was one of the biggest achievements of tour for me…) and Aleks, Tom and myself went on Italian MTV and got asked about the music scene in Glasgow.

We also went to SXSW and drank margaritas and sold our souls for various free sunglasses and hair products (well we did) and saw Why? and Fight Like Apes and Times New Viking and they were all amazing, and we once again felt a little bit humbled. I also got to wear my straw hat which was obviously very exciting (and no it doesn’t make me look like a ginger version of Kooky Kooks Luke) and visited the Mecca of Wholefoods coz apparently the chain was established in Austin. Sadly there wasnt much in the way of celeb spotting, except did see a man who looked like Bill Bailey. Aleks saw the NERD and Harriet saw Robyn! Also I tried playing the fun game of how many people were wearing there sunglasses in a inappropriate context, I think it rounded up to 40,000. Me, Ellen and Harriet did an interview where the idea for our side project ‘Periods and Make-up’ was born. Watch. This. Space.

I also celebrated my birthday there in a lovely bar called Coyote Ugly (LIKE THE FILM) where I had to order a drink between two dancing ladies pretending to lez up. Best Birthday Eva! Also I saw bats fly out of a bat cave whilst on a dawsons creek style jetty and I think they were trying to spell out Happy birthday. But I also saw a duck being raped….I dont think that was for my birthday.

This is how excited she got. The duck rape is taking place just out of shot.

We leave you with one of the best comments we’ve eavesdropped this year so far: “I can’t tell if that person’s a tramp or trendy” Aleks and Ellen x.o.x.o

#2008 #lc!blog #lc!image

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ao3feed-renga · 2 years

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Infinitely Mine

by Therealbleeks

“What’s all this about?” Langa suddenly asked, feeling painfully out of the loop.

Naoki suddenly pulled on Reki again, sending him crashing into the side of his tall frame and wrapping an arm around him. “Bet you didn't know that this dude right here has got some pipes on him! Blew the whole class out of the water with the song he sang today!”

Langa couldn't seem to focus all that much on what the guy was saying. Not when he was holding Reki so close. Langa wasn’t sure why his entire being was screaming at him to punch this asshole in the face.

Reki gets invited to be the lead singer of the local band Mortal Rejects by high school royalty and local celebrity Naoki Kiyama who is the lead guitarist. Langa is afraid that Reki will forget about skating and him. Jealous shenanigans ensue.

Words: 2849, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: SK8 the Infinity (Anime)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Hasegawa Langa, Kyan Reki, Chinen Miya, Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom, Nanjo Kojiro | Joe, Higa Hiromi | Shadow, Shindo Ainosuke | Adam, Original Characters

Relationships: Hasegawa Langa/Kyan Reki

Additional Tags: Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Insecure Kyan Reki, Oblivious Kyan Reki, Jealous Hasegawa Langa, Possessive Behavior, Possessive Hasegawa Langa, Hasegawa Langa Loves Kyan Reki, Pining Hasegawa Langa, Kyan Reki is Bad at Feelings, Kyan Reki Loves Hasegawa Langa, Eventual Smut, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Bondage, Spanking, Jealousy, original character is going to start some trouble, Fluff and Smut, Smut, Angst, Kyan Reki is a good singer, Kyan Reki is in a band, Skateboarding

From https://ift.tt/DyFmWX9 https://archiveofourown.org/works/43507914

#renga #langa #hasegawa langa #reki #kyan reki #sk8theinfinity #sk8 #ao3feed #ao3 #archiveofo

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Some of my favorite band kid antics from this past year cause im feeling nostalgic

One of my fellow trumpets in jazz band, a freshman, wrote some really dumb (affectionate) lyrics to one of our jazz pieces that didnt have any. It was basically just the title of the song repeated a few times with some related lyrics, to the tune of the trumpet part. He emailed it to the creator of the song for shits and grins, but the creator said he liked it and approved!

Some of our designated funnymen hid Kung Fu Panda mcdonalds toys around our band director's office

One of said designated funnymen, a Junior tuba, got obsessed, along with his friends (well, friends is kind of an understatement, they were more like a group of the trope of 'its not gay if i kiss the homies goodnight', aka just gay tender enough to make you wonder. but it was still pretty funny), with playing chess, both online and irl, for the last few months of school. He proceeded to sit our band director down after school before our Prism concert and beat him atleast five times

The first day of the Prism concert, after school while we were waiting till it started at six, one of our mellows (the freshman who made the jazz lyrics btw) and one of our senior euphoniums (the senior class had already had their last day by this point) had what they called an "alfredo off". Each of them brought in alfredo pasta they had made and had our band director judge which one was best. The senior had made like, two pounds of it that she brought in big aluminum tins so everyone had some. she put like a pound of cheese in it and it was so buttery and good.....

Unfortunately the mellow jazz lyric freshman was disqualified, as his mom's recipe included jar alfredo mix which was apparently not counted as homemade 😞

I lost my voice a good few times from shouting chants very loudly at football games and pep rallies

The second day of waiting after school for the Prism concert saw one of our trombones (I say, as if there was more than one trombone during marching season this year (our band was very small) lmao) in my year bringing in a gallon of milk to mix with nesquik syrup, because apparently our band director had never had chocolate milk before. Apparently one of the trombone guy's friends had won a nesquik-themed gift basket in a raffle of some kind, but the friend didnt want it and gave it to him. It had like little metal spoons with the rabbit on them and everything. And, yes, they drank it while also playing chess

One of the skits for Prism was a 'Viking trio' where two of our horn freshman (including the jazz lyrics alfredo one, yes) did a duel complete with plastic swords and viking helmets and fake beards, using their french horns as shields, while our band captain/horn and high brass section leader sang some sort of opera (her voice is absolutely beautiful btw).

During one of the many rehearsals done the evenings before the actual concert, they were doing the viking skit but the two dueling weren't really paying attention to where they were on stage, and jazz lyric alfredo guy ended up backing up very quickly.... into one of the walls at the side of the stage. It was all good, the back of his head just hurt for a little bit, but we had alot of fun joking around about it and whenever he messed up on stage/behind the wings he would be like "its not my fault dude, ive got brain damage!"

Speaking of that, the Viking trio... trio got a large amount of the band speaking in southern accents around the end of the year. All of our french horns, including them, in concert band played trumpet in jazz band.... meaning i had to stand next to them. They had been joking around and getting on eachother jokingly the whole year (to the point that our band director had to tell them to pay attention several times.... sigh), and at this point the two freshman (including lyric alfredo guy) had a bit where they were a couple and spoke in southern accents (one of those kinda 'bromance'.... things.... at the band awards night at the end of the year they won "most dynamic duo" and stared lovingly into each other's' eyes while the picture was taken), mostly calling eachother "sweetpea" and "honeybun"

So eventually, the southern accent thing rubbed off on our band captain the one who sung opera in the viking trio. It's important to note that our jazz band setup had the trumpets in back against the wall behind the trombones, and at the other side of the line of us (we had six trumpets including me, i was at the other side of the line near the corner of the wall with the other person from the horn section, as we both played the 4th part and would often share a stand) was the drum set. One day, the band captain/horn/jazz trumpet/jazz vocalist grabbed one of the spare drum sticks that had fallen on the ground... and started calling it a 'bone'. This lead to several times where when the other two of the trio wouldn't shut up in jazz band she would threaten to... bone them. and then they would start referring to her as. (sigh) the boner... as she would. bone them. i wish i was making this up.

This very funny feuding bit (i will admit that i cracked up laughing on several occasions) lasted for a while. and eventually it just started rubbing off on quite a few people, including me (bringing me back to my southern roots, as i claimed.... keep in mind we live in florida). I look back on it fondly, even though it was hard to listen/focus on what our band director was saying from the very back of the setup while they were also laughing and talking for most of the time.... 🙃. But like I said, it was all in good fun

In addition the funnyman junior tuba who got his group of 'sweetpeas'... by which i mean friends... into chess, also fell victim to the southern accents and feuded several times with the other horn freshman from the viking trio over the jazz lyric alfredo freshman.... it was like the world weirdest non-romantic polycule

In jazz band the tuba guy played trombone.... by which i mean he had only recently started playing it in order to be in jazz band. There were several times over the course of the year where he would flat out refuse to play a certain part in some of the songs because they were out of his range... our band director didn't get too mad because that was just how the guy is... like, "oh, classic [tuba guy's name]!" Our band director still made him play the parts he could (and some of the parts he couldn't yet, with some pushing).

He campaigned several times for an opportunity to play 'jazz tuba', to the point where he specifically remembered, from like the very beginning of the year, that one of the times he asked for it our director offhandedly said something "I'll let you do for one song this year but that's it". He reminded our director of this before our big end-of-the-year jazz festival performance, and though he was very sceptical and didn't remember saying it at all (several of us remembered and backed up the tuba guy's claim, even though it was definitely something that was said just to make him shut up about it), our director did let him play tuba in one of our pieces during the festival and prism.

That being said, he sat right in front of me in jazz band, and during class he would turn around and push my stand down. I cannot describe the amount of rage he inspires in me, and I threatened him several times over the course of the year (all in good fun, but it was. super. annoying.). Unfortunately nothing fazes him ever, but he did eventually stop later in the year (once our band captain noticed when she wasn't threatening to 'bone' other members of her section)

One of my absolute favorite moments: during jazz band, I had asked our band director which version of Pokemon Scarlet/Violet he was getting (since he already talked about preordering it), and he was talking about the version specific pokemon, yadda yadda yadda, and then I yelled out that I would get scarlet cause the professor lady is hot, and everyone burst out laughing

One of the trumpet freshman in concert band started slipping pencils into our director's pocket. and then saying "check your pockets" to him during class. Though he only did it a handful of times, it was enough to make our director paranoid when he randomly said it during class

Not necessarily band related, but another one of our trumpet freshman showed me that, somehow, around the very strict district website blocking, that he and his friends had pirated 6 of the main series fnaf games. Apparently they used the big bulkier computers in the game and sim room and just emailed it to their school laptops. Just sharing bc i am very impressed and proud

#cherry chortles #band kids #marching band #concert band #jazz band #its v fun being in band. and painful (marching season) and stressful (also marching season but specifically having to play pieces by memory #i was appointed head librarian this year!!! woohoo!!#sure maybe its literally the most important job in the band because we literally all rely on music.#and sure maybe there is so fucking much to do in the library because so much is unorganized from this past year #and the solo & ensemble music hasn't been combed over for what pieces qualifie to be performed and judged for. literal years #but i can do it!!! 😤😤💯👊#long post #i guess lol #cherrys band shenanigans

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thepermanentrainpress · 2 years

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THE PERMANENT RAIN PRESS INTERVIEW WITH COLD FAME

Cold Fame is making waves with their inspired electronic/indie pop music. Victoria-based Damian Anthony and Cody Dalman formed the group in mid-2021, with Jodi Pederson joining as lead vocalist earlier this year. They’ve been hard at work with new music, building their brand, and preparing for their live performances in 2023. Their latest single, “If That’s Love,” is a lush, summery cut about fulfilment and taking a chance for another. The accompanying music video is a fun watch, with their friends and family coming together for a pool party, and other shenanigans.

You originally formed as a duo in 2021, with vocalist Jodi Pederson joining this year (after having collaborated with her stage moniker ROYAL on April’s “Loved You Too Much”). Tell us about this union, and how it came to be.

We originally created Cold Fame as a production “duo,” meaning it was just meant to be the two of us (Damian & Cody) producing beats and instrumentals. We had zero intention, at the time, of becoming a “band” and so we only created collaborative tracks with feature vocalists. Our very first track featured local vocalist/songwriter Xana and when we asked her to recommend a producer to work with, she recommended Shane Stephenson (who we have since had co-produce all of our songs to date). One thing led to another; he recommended that we work with ROYAL (Jodi) on a track. That song became “Loved You Too Much.”

We honestly enjoyed working with her so much we asked if she wanted to [work on] another (which became “Cherry Kiss On Ice”). While working together on Cherry Kiss, it honestly just made sense to ask her if she wanted to become the permanent singer for Cold Fame. We agreed to keep the name and branding that we had started but to shift the direction a bit. Since then we’ve released our third single together “If That’s Love” and it feels like the most refined of all our releases as far as the sound we want to go for moving forward.

For Jodi, was it an easy decision to join Cold Fame as a full-time member, because you also have your solo project, ROYAL, to consider.

The first song Cody and Damian and I worked on together was such a positive experience, and as we all got to know each other a little better, we just clicked. I’ve always wanted to be in a band, so when the guys asked me to join I was ecstatic. I’m pretty sure I either started jumping up and down or started dancing - maybe both...

I am the type of person who loves to be busy and creative, so having the two bands is perfect for me. When I feel like diving into something moody and dramatic, I’ll work on a ROYAL song. When I’m feeling more of a fun, indie pop vibe I throw myself into a Cold Fame song - it’s my perfect oasis and the best of both worlds!

Who are your major influences as a band? Is there overlap between your individual members’ musical inspirations?

We all have a pretty diverse catalogue of musical influences; Cody and Damian maybe a bit more similar with their metal/rock background, compared to Jodi’s love for Billie Holiday. As a band we collectively draw inspiration from the artists: The 1975, Paramore and MOTHICA. One of the first things we did as a band was put together a playlist of songs and artists to inspire and establish our sound and tone. But with each song we write, we tend to really just blend our own stylistic approaches and that’s what really creates our sound and makes each song so unique from one another.

Congratulations on the release of “If That’s Love.” It’s very playful and polished. Was it very collaborative between you as a trio, between the lyrics and what you wanted to achieve in sound?

Thank you - we are very excited about this release!

Yes. This song was a perfect storm of all three members of Cold Fame. Cody came up with the majority of the instrumental, including the main guitar hook, one night and sent it over in a group chat we have going on. Right away we were all very excited about it and Damian dug in with some further instrumental production. Once the structure was ready, Jodi sat with it and the lyrics and melody poured right out. Those songs are always the most fun to write - sometimes it can be such a trudge to get a song down, but “If That’s Love” was almost effortless.

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It was co-produced by Shane Stephenson, who’s a prolific producer in the BC music scene. What was it like working with him to fully realize your vision for this song?

We love Shane - in fact - Shane was the person who connected us in the first place! So it felt natural to bring him in for production - and as you said, he is a prolific and brilliant producer, so it was a no brainer. I like to compare Shane’s production talents to that of Jack Antonoff, in that he has the ability to make brilliant music with a diverse range of artists without changing their sound.

Instead, he enhances it - which not all producers do. Some have a very distinct sound and style and when you hear a song they’ve worked on, sometimes it can feel like such a strange animal and departure from that artist. But with Shane, he really listens to the artists and their vision, and works to complement their style, resulting in such a positive experience and music outcome. Our vision with this song was so clear from the beginning that Shane was able to work that into magic, and we are all beyond happy with the result.

The song has an underlying message of living life with no regrets. Are positivity and hopefulness themes that you hope to consistently incorporate in your music, or was this specific to this track?

I’m not sure if it motivates each track, but there seems to be a bit of that as an underlying tone of our recent and upcoming works. Speaking on behalf of myself (Jodi), I’ve written so much depressing and sad music that it has been liberating to be writing something with a positive tone. Especially now, I feel that we could all use a bit more of that in our lives. But you never know, you’ll just have to wait and see what’s next ;)

The music video looked like a lot of fun to shoot, and felt like a casual pool party with friends; how did it come together?

The music video was a lot of fun to make, and that was our goal with that project; to throw a fun pool party with friends and film it. Jodi loves coming up with music video concepts, and we all liked this idea and jumped on board. Our friend Sergej was the talent behind the lens, bringing to life all of Jodi’s Pinterest inspired shots as well as his own ideas. Cody is our natural star, Damian and his drone “money shot,” Jodi with her killer outfit (dress by local Vancouver designer Zoë Führ of FUHR co.) and the cherry on top: friends and family of the band who travelled from as far as Vernon and the island to be a part of the filming in Vancouver - it all added up to a fun day and stunning music video.

You’ve been using TikTok as a band. What’s your take on using social media and content creation, and how it’s helped grow your audience? Have you faced any challenges?

Social media has become such a powerful tool for independent bands such as ourselves. With it, we’ve been able to grow and expand our reach with our audience across the globe, connect and interact with our audience as well as people within the music community, build relationships to create more business opportunities and put out as much content as our hearts desire. There are so many advantages to utilizing all the different platforms that are out there. The challenge is trying to post regular content when it can be pretty time consuming to make, luckily there are three of us 🙂

How would you describe the current music landscape in BC in terms of opportunities for independent artists like yourself?

We are so fortunate to live in a place that has so much love and support for the arts. BC offers a variety of grant opportunities, we have Music BC and Creative BC in our corner, and so much local talent to create professional content with our recording, visuals and more. We are looking forward to seeing what the live music scene is like, now that the world is opening up again. We hope that people have missed it as much as we have, as we can’t wait to get back on stage.

Touring across BC is also one of the most beautiful trips you can take, and we look forward to watching the landscape change as we drive from one town to the next.

Can you name a few Canadian (British Columbia) artists whose music you listen to and would recommend?

We will do our best to not make this list too long, as we have many Canadian and specifically, BC based artists whose music we enjoy - here it goes! LIINKS, Luca Fogale, Adam Mah, Emily Rowed, Alexandria Maillot, Sam Lynch, Conro, Riun Garner, Desirée Dawson, Jon Bryant, Mathew V, BENJII, daysormay, Shredkelly, SonReal, Laura Reznek, Shale, Sleepshake - wow, we could go on forever - and those are just some of the BC based artists!

What are your plans for the fall/winter? Can you give us some insight into the new music you’ve been working on?

We’ve just released our new single and music video for “If That’s Love,” and we have plenty more in the works. January 2023 will have our first live performance - with more details of that coming soon. We look forward to releasing our first EP in 2023 and playing as many live shows as we can. So stay tuned and be sure to check out our social media pages for the latest on all the goods!

What are your recommendations of a few cool places to visit as a tourist in your hometown of Victoria?

Victoria is a beautiful harbour-type city with lots to do, especially in the summer. Even just a nice walk around downtown is sure to land you in some pretty interesting places. Fun fact: Victoria has the highest number of restaurants per capita in all of Canada. So if you’re a foodie or if you like craft beer, you probably couldn’t hit every restaurant in town if you wanted to.

A couple of my favourites (Damian) are Garrick’s Head (pub), Yalla (Middle Eastern), Shine Cafe (breakfast/brunch), Tacofino, Boom + Batten, Il Terazzo... the list goes on.

Our signature question: If the band, collectively, could be any ice cream flavour, which would you be and why?

Salted Caramel isn’t your ordinary, everyday flavor of ice cream. It’s intricate and complex, the flavours are unique and exciting, and its texture is smooth yet dynamic and fun.

Thanks to Cody, Damian and Jody for answering our questions! We loved learning more about the band and their music.

To keep updated with Cold Fame, visit their Facebook, Instagram, Twitter and TikTok.

Photo credit to: Rivkah Photography

#Cold Fame #Jodi Pederson #Damian Anthony #Cody Dalman #Canadian Music #Vancouver #yvr #Vancouver Music #interview #feature #Music #If That's Love #Victoria #Victoria Music #yyj #ROYAL #Cherry Kiss On Ice #Loved You Too Much

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#scribs #neopets #i . procrastinated on drawing smth in Color and sketched again instead #i am a creture of habit.#but. ! knee of pets #idk what kinda relationship jay and cherry would have tbh. are they friends? rivals? partners? ex partners? idk!!!#i think theyd have fun interactions tho. jay is v hard headed and stubborn but cherry is loose n wild and probably gets in his way lol #crime baby shenanigans ensue....#ive thoguht more abt bast and band n i think they might be boyfriends or smth idk #and then cocoa and mae r business pals. mae provides fresh produce for baking and cocoa makes them snacks in return. and money ofc #i think i made mae kinda small in tht pic but w/e #cocoa is a small boy i think. band is a Long Boy #food #idk im tired

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Little Cherry Book:

Chapter 4:Showered in Sin

Chapter 1 Here / Chapter 2 Here / Chapter 3 Here

Hey guys! I'm sorry that it has taken so long for me to update this. I had an idea of what I was going to write but I had a super hectic week so I wasn't able to write this till now. In order to make up for it, I have given you a treat. A 6,502 word chapter. It kinda beat my ass but I had so much fun writing it. It's sweet, it's spicy, it's all the goodness you guys deserve. I was listening to Duvet by Boa while writing this and I think you should too for two reasons. One, it helps set the mood, but also oh my fucking god it's such a good song. Also, Boa is just a fucking great band. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and message me if you would like to be added to the tag list! Love you guys

Pairing: Spencer Reid X reader

Chapter Plot: After a game of drunk never have I ever after a long case, Morgan locks Spencer out of their shared room. Shenanigans ensue and you and Spencer share a couple of firsts.

Series TW: 18+, smut, degradation, piercing, choking, knife play, mommy/daddy kinks, spanking, exhibitionism, Will update as time goes on

Chapter TW: smut, slight mommy kink, having body piercings, choking, slight blood kink (not really, it's just hard to explain), Shared masturbation (male and female receiving), pleading, multiple orgasms, cumming in pants, shower sexiness, aftercare

Word Count: 6,502

Your deep cherry lipstick painted the white seal of the wine bottle you held in your hand as you laughed at something Elle said. Spencer couldn't help but let a small smile pass his lips as he took in your form, hot from the day's work, small strands of your hair sticking to your forehead, a dewy glow illuminating your rosy cheeks.

After a long week, they had found Carl Arnold before he had been able to kill the Dunken family and even coerced a confession out of him. With spirits running high, Elle had suggested some much-needed relaxation before taking off the next day. Since you were rooming alone, you volunteered to host in your room. Morgan had arrived at your hotel room with two bottles of some sort of liquor, one clear and one amber, JJ trailing in toe with your bottle of red wine you had asked for. You pulled out your little corkscrew with the face of an old man on it, knowing she hated his weird little face. You brought it with you on trips, just in case the occasion arose.

And it did arise as Elle suggested a drinking game. Hotch had retired early after calling Hailey to get an update on his very pregnant wife, while Gideon preferred the solitude of a good book late at night. The rest of you sat on the floor surrounded by drinks and snacks. With the supervision gone, it almost felt like a high school party with no parents. You all had all settled on a classic, never have I ever. "We haven't played this in a long time because we already know so much about each other, but it's fun when we have a newbie around," Morgan said giving you a cheeky smile and bumping your shoulder. Already pliable after the couple of drinks you had while Elle explained the game, you nodded before tipping your lips to the cusp of Spencer's ear. "I'll try not to make it too hard for you, pretty boy," you said. The small puffs of air that left your mouth made Spencer's hair stand on end and his feet curl.

He knew you were teasing him that night and he loved it. He decided to keep his knees tucked to his chest for the rest of the night as to not expose the predicament in his pants. He watched the way you lightly sucked on the wine bottle as you tipped it back, a thin river of cabernet leaking from the corner of your lips and trailing down your neck. Spencer wanted nothing more than to lean over and lap it off of you just to see how you would react, but he knew it was the drinks talking. Despite your earlier comment, it was quite obvious that you were targeting him as his head started to spin gently.

"Never have I ever had sex with someone much older than me," Garcia said through her video feed with a cheeky smirk. Derek had insisted on including her even though she wasn't physically present. She sat bundled up in a comfy blanket in her office with a mug of some sort of alcoholic beverage. "HEY! No targeting! Plus, I told you that in confidence at ladies night. How much is much older?" You said, swaying your bottle towards the computer set up on the floor."You know how much older I mean sweetheart." Garcia said with a giggle as you groaned and took a sip."How much older is much older?" Morgan said with a cocked eyebrow, somewhere between impressed and surprised." I was a college student, experimenting with my professor. Not like an old man, but he was 20 years older than me. Definitely not my style anymore though." You said with a grimace remembering him.

Spencer had learned a lot about your sex life during that game, but some part inside of him smirked, knowing that the rest of the team would never know you as he knew you, not unless they too had read your journal. It was the only thing keeping his head clear of the idea of you with anyone else. Not that you were with him in any capacity, but the idea still made him feel something in his stomach. Not the sweet butterflies that came with your smile, but something more like idiotic hornets dangerously bumping against the walls of his stomach.

Spencer hadn't even noticed the uproar of everyone else around the circle at your comment and the second revelation that Morgan had drunk too. He was too busy watching how you had shyly tucked your hair behind your ear, finally letting it down out of your clips for once. You were wearing your pajamas, just a tank top, slouchy sweater, and flannel pajama pants, but somehow you looked more radiant than ever. He had come back down to earth after hearing someone call his name."Y-Yes?" He sputtered out, realizing you had been trying to get his attention."It's Morgan's turn, pay attention." You said, gently smacking your hand down on his thigh.

If he was riled up before, he was unbelievably undone at the slight sting from where your palm had just been. Light enough that it wasn't noticeable, but hard enough that it erupted a Shockwave through his body, centered on the location of the contact. He bit back the whimper threatening to escape his lips as he turned towards Morgan, trying desperately to not watch you from the corner of his eye.

"Never have I been a virgin at 24," Morgan said, beaming in his direction. Spencer took a big gulp from his glass of whiskey."You always do that one, I don't know why you think it's so funny, you're just trying to get me to drink" he said abashedly. He looked over at you, nervous for your reaction, but you seemed unfazed. "Hey, that's a wonderful gift to have, there's something so special about virgins. Maybe it's the idea that everything is new, but I like it. I love virgins." You said, taking a sip from your bottle, gently swaying. You had given up on never have I ever and just decided to drink whenever you felt like it. Maybe it was because you were tipsy, maybe it was the warm flush that decorated Spencer's cheeks, maybe it was the way he was looking at you with sultry, half-lidded eyes. You couldn't tell, but something made you want to find an excuse for you two to be alone.

"Geese, we seemed to have caught a succubus tonight." Morgan quipped."A suck-you-what now?" You said, cocking an eyebrow at him. " A succubus, it's a demon or supernatural entity in folklore, in female form, that appears in dreams to seduce men, usually through sexual activity. According to religious traditions, repeated sexual activity with a succubus can cause poor physical or mental health, even death. In modern representations, a succubus is often depicted as a beautiful seductress or enchantress, rather than as demonic or frightening." Spencer shot out. "Wow, even when you're drunk, your big brain keeps chuggin' along," you said, sloppily ruffling his hair "A beautiful seductress or enchantress, huh?" That time it came out low, inaudible to the others, but it pierced Spencer like a knife."Do you think that's accurate bout me?" you asked, staring up into his eyes, closer than you have been before. Spencer let a cartoonish gulping noise escape his lips as he held back his urge to lean into your touch.

"Ah, it's my turn," you said, leaning back into your spot in the circle and sadly, away from Spencer." Never have I ever done something naughty at our work," you said, looking straight at Spencer "I'll know if you're lying, I can sniff out a liar from a mile away," your cocky smirk leaking out of your mouth. Everyone except you and JJ took a shot."Wow, really you guys? Even you Spence? " JJ said in disbelief, looking around the circle."Never have I ever, my ass" Spencer mumbled under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear, looking over at you, thinking about your pantieless escapades.

"Look at that, Doctor Reid, you need another drink, let me go fix you one," You said as you grabbed his glass in one hand, leaning and gripping hard into his shoulder with the other. It wasn't seen by the others, but between that and the fiery look in your eyes, it sent an obvious message,' keep your mouth shut or I'll shut it for you.' You used him as leverage to get up, nearly pushing him over as you gracefully stumbled to the hotel fridge. He knew what you meant, but he didn't care, your grip on him went straight into his imagination as he envisioned what that grip would feel like in other places. He kind of wanted to push his luck, just so he could see what he had in store.

And push it he did as you handed him the glass, reminding him that it was indeed his turn to play never have I ever. "Never have I ever slept with my professor," He said, obviously targeting you with a glint of mischief in his eyes."Oh yeah, well never have I ever been a virgin at 24." You said, swaying as you sat down."Morgan already said that, dummy. Never have I ever worn stupid dark red lipstick" He retorted, equally as drunk as you. At this point everyone else had zoned you two out and were focused on other things, refreshing their drinks, counting the ceiling tiles, humming a sloppy rendition of My My Miss American Pie, or in Penelope's case, all three."Yeah, well never have I ever been a complete and utter mommas boy!" You continued, the statement turning Spencer beet red. You watched him clench and unclench his hands, you had obviously struck a nerve. Just as you were about to apologize, he cut you off. "Never have I ever had nipple piercings!" He shouted, pointing at your chest, now drawing attention to the obvious balls framing your nipples that you had once been covered by your long-forgotten sweater.

As he said it, it felt like the world went in slow motion. You could see the instant regret on his face as you dropped your bottle in surprise. It had landed on Spencers discarded whiskey glass and both shattered, wine and whiskey mixing with glass to create a slurry on the ground between them. "Fuck! You Guys!" Morgan said, "You got it all over my clothes." "Me too," Echoed Elle as they both stood up in their soaked clothes. "I think that calls it a night." JJ said, closing the laptop on the image of an already sleeping Garcia." Bye you guys, sleep well," you called after them as you and Spencer rushed around looking for towels to clean up the alcohol with.

"Ow! Son of a bitch!" Spencer cried as you dropped the last of the glass in the garbage can. As you rounded the corner, you saw Spencer pulling a rather large shard of glass that you must have missed out of his thumb, blood pooling at the tip. Without thinking, you crouched down and sucked his thumb into your mouth." A-ah! What... What are you doing!?" Spencer asked breathlessly, looking down at you with a deep hunger in his eyes. You pop off his thumb and squeeze it at the base, slowing the blood flow."Shut up," You said," This helps slow the bleeding. The sucking applies pressure. My mom used to do this for me... And no, do not psychoanalyze that." You said, wrapping your mouth around his finger, sucking to provide some pressure to slow the blood flow. You could taste the iron in your mouth, but you didn't mind, knowing you were helping your friend.

You were helping alright, helping in more ways than you would ever understand. "Yeah, like I'm the only one here with mommy issues," he said distractedly, too busy surveying your lips wrapped around him. You slapped your hand down on his thigh once more, eliciting a small whimper from him. He couldn't help it, you were a sight of beauty, you always were, but looking down on you right then, Spencer wanted to bottle that moment forever. The tops of your breasts peeking out from the top of your tank top, your eyes filled with a hazy glow, looking up at him to make sure he was ok, and your cheeks hollowing out around his thumb as you delicately sucked on his wound. It was as close as Spencer had ever gotten to anything sexual. He could feel your tongue swirling around the cut, lapping up the last couple drops of blood. He couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if it was another appendage and not his thumb. You sucked on his thumb one last time, harder than you had previously, and before he even knew what he was doing, his hips bucked up, rubbing his hard cock against his pajama pants, finally relieving his mounting orgasm.

You let go of his finger with a pop as your tongue trailed off of the underside of his thumb. Spencer looked anywhere but you, as a wet patch formed through his thin underwear and pajama pants. He hurried to cover it with his sweater, shooting up from his seated position."Um, Um, I'm g-gonna go shower and go to bed." He said, hurriedly scurrying over to where he had left his room key." Sorry partner, I saw Morgan accidentally grab both of your keys on the way out. He's probably asleep by now." You said languidly, leaning back to take in the sight of the soft boy in front of you. Totally flushed with heat, small beads of sweat peppering his forehead, his hands twiddling suspiciously into his sweater in an attempt to conceal crotch, trying and failing miserably to hide his rapidly cooling cum.

He whined a little, lighting a fire in you. He looked so thoroughly fucked out, and all you had done was suck his finger. You knew that you just had to play with him some more. "You know, you can use my shower, doctor." You said, and he let out a small sigh of relief, heading towards the bathroom. "There is one condition, though," You smirked coyly as he halted his motions, his body facing away from you. It was almost as if he was ready to run away at any moment. You walked over to him, slowly, taking your time to tease him. The silence hung heavy in the air as you looked up into his eyes questioningly, waiting for him to ask. "Wh-what is the condition." He said, unable to return your gaze, hands fisted in the hem of his sweater, pulling it down even further. You smirked, dipping your hands up and under his sweater, nearly brushing his spent cock before gently placing them on his bare stomach, just above his waistband. He sucked in a tight breath as you gently swirled your fingers in the short hair that lead from his belly button down to happier places." Before I ask, do you know about the color scale?" you said, fingers smoothing out over his little stomach." Um, k-kinda?" He said, heat flushing his cheeks."Green means good keep going, yellow means slow down, and red means stop right now, ok?" You said, looking up at him as he nods."Come on pretty boy, I need verbal confirmation. I need to know that you understand, got it." You said with a little pinch to his tummy. "Y-Yes, I understand!" He blurted out, standing stiff as a board." Good boy. Now, for my condition. You can shower if you show me what you're hiding." You said, leaning close enough that if Spencer breathed, your chests would meet each other. "What color, Spencer?" you said, languidly drawing lines up and down his torso with your nails."G-Green, Very green." He sputtered out, finally meeting your eyes."That's what I like to hear, sweet boy." You said before your fingers danced below his waistline, now somewhat crusty from his cum."W-wait!" He says, just as you were about to take him in your hand. You instantly stopped and looked up at him gently."We can stop here baby, it's not a problem." You said, beginning to remove your hand from his pants. He grabbed your hand through his pants, stopping your movement."It-It's not that. I don't want to stop, I just want... well..." He said and looked down shyly. "What do you want baby, anything," You smiled up at him. "Um, I haven't had my first kiss yet and I kinda... Well... I kinda..." He said, shuffling his feet, face beet red. Your eyebrows shot up quickly in surprise before letting out a gentle smile."Do you want a kiss, pretty boy?" You said, gently brushing the hair out of his face. He nodded, and you grabbed his chin, bringing him close. "Use your words, pretty boy. What do you want?" You whispered, breath gently ghosting Spencer's lips as he took you in up close. He could see every little pore and dimple of your skin and every color hidden in the depth of your eyes and he knew he needed to have you.

He shakily leaned forward, lips gently meeting yours, so light that if you hadn't seen his actions, you wouldn't have even known if you had touched. You moved your hand down to his throat, giving a light squeeze."Come on genius, use your words," you said as he whimpered. "Please, can I kiss you, please, please?" He begged, leaning into your touch, pleading for you to squeeze again. His efforts shoot straight to your heart. You indulged him in a kiss, not as spicy as the situation would permit, more of a sweet heat. He came in too hot and heavy at first, but you kissed him languidly, gently stroking his cheek to get him in the rhythm. His arms were straight out at his sides, hands clenched as if he was willing every muscle in his body to not touch you.

You let out a small laugh as you melted into his kiss, soft, puffy lips dancing across yours. "You know you can touch me," You said, pulling back, smiling at the smear of your lipstick, now staining his lips, and the endearing puppy dog eyes he was giving you. "Where can I touch you?" He whispered out as if he were telling a secret. "Wherever you want, baby. Wherever your heart desires." You replied, bringing your arms up to wrap loosely around his neck, pulling your bodies closer. He was as stiff as a board as his hands flitted around trying to find a good place to land. He finally settled on weaving his arms around your waist and up to cradle your neck, gently carding his fingers through the hair that fell at the nape of your neck. There was something so sweet in the way he cradled your body with feather-light touches as if you would disappear like smoke if he lingered too long. You reveled in the feeling of you two pressed together, slightly uncomfortable at the stiff material of his pajama pants on your stomach.

"Hey sweetheart," You said, pulling away as he chased after your lips, "I'm feeling kinda sweaty from the day, would you like to join me in the shower? What color?" "G-green, yes please." He said, tentatively pressing a kiss to your collarbone, exposed as the strap of your tank top had fallen down. You unwound from him, taking his hand delicately in your own, instantly missing the warmth his body provided.

You lead him into the bathroom, carefully stepping over the wine-soaked towels discarded on the floor before shutting the door and turning to face him. "I don't want to take this too fast for you because I know it's all very new so always tell me how you are feeling and if everything is ok. I want this to be good for you baby, ok?" You said, squeezing his hand that was still intertwined with yours. "Ok, th-thank you," He said shyly.

"Now, what do you want to do first? You're probably pretty uncomfortable in those pants, do you want me to take them off you?" You said, hooking one of your fingers into his waistband, pulling on in slightly creating a much-needed separation between his sticky cock and his uncomfortable pants."Y-Yes please" He said as you turned on the shower, allowing it to warm up in preparation for cleaning him off before turning back to him. You gently grabbed the hem of his sweater and pulled it over his head, leaving him shirtless in front of you.

Lean muscles were hidden under a layer of peachy soft skin highlighting the gentle trail of dark curly hair leading from his belly button down past his pants. His arms curled around himself as he watched your eyes carefully, ready for some sort of judgment. "I know I'm not really that s-strong or anything but I can work on it-" You cut him off with a gentle kiss right above his belly button, startling him. You looked up sweetly into his eyes and gave him a soft smile, saying "You are so beautiful, Spencer. Morgan calls you pretty boy, but he truly has no idea. I would have you no other way than you are right now."

You gently peppered his chest with feather-light kisses, making him blush. He finally understood why people liked hickeys because as you trailed down his chest, the little wine red lipstick you had left on your lips left marks trailing down his chest. Some part of him wished they were permanent, showing off to all that could see, and they would know exactly who he belonged to. You dipped your hand into his waistband, asking, "What color?" "Green, very green," he choked out as your breath ghosted across his abdomen. You looked so beautiful, kneeled on the floor in front of him, taking care of him so gently and treating him so sweetly that he could feel his cock begin to harden again.

You looked up into his eyes as you pulled his pants down. He let out a soft sigh of relief as he was uncaged from his unfortunate trouser situation. His cock flipped down out of his pants, nearly smacking you in the forehead as you looked up at it in awe. Even though it was only semi-hard, it was bigger than any you had ever seen before. Spencer looked down at you shyly "it's not that much, I-I know but I've been researching techniques to make up for it in order to give sufficient pleasure for you- I mean for whatever partners I may have, not that I am saying that I won't please you, I dream of pleasuring you! ... I'm digging myself a hole aren't I."He rambled, rubbing the back of his neck worriedly. "Spencer, you are huge. Way more than I have ever had before. See?" You said, standing up, gently lifting his cock in your hand, measuring it against your stomach.

Maybe Spencer hadn't noticed because it was proportionate to his body and his big hands, but being held in your petite hands and measured against your stomach, he finally did see how much he would fill you up. The tip of his dick just barely reached past the gems that decorated your belly button piercing. "W-Woah." He said growing harder at the thought of pushing so deep into you. He looked up to your face, which was preoccupied with looking down at how far he would reach up in you.

Tearing your eyes away from him and up to his own, you flushed, knowing that he had caught you staring. "What would you like me to do next?" You spoke softly. Despite being the only two in the room, you two both talked in hushed tones, worrying that anything more than that would burst the delicate bubble you two had created. "Can we match?" He said, and you instantly understood him, despite the odd vernacular. You began to slip off your shirt, but he stopped you with an arm on your shoulder. "C-Can I do it?" He said shyly. "Of course, pretty baby," you barely get out before he drifted his hands under your tank.

He slowly lifted your top over your head as he took in the soft smooth feeling of your skin against his, goosebumps pricking up wherever his fingers trailed. You stood in front of him, shirtless as he took in your form. He had imagined what your breasts would look like. Nipples always hard due to your piercings, what your jewelry would look like, but nothing could prepare him for the glimmering moonstone gems that adorned your nipples and navel. Everything matched exactly, including the delicate necklace you wore around your neck.

The only thing he liked more than the perfection of your body was the features that made you, you. Some might call them imperfections, but to Spencer, all he could see in you was beauty. The gentle bruises on your skin from tangles with unsubs, the soft stretch marks that adorned your hips like little valleys and winding rivers, the slight blemishes, and hairs. He loved it because you were the embodiment of the confidence he wished for in himself. While he was always nervous about his body and how others perceived him, you loved yourself for exactly who you were, and you loved him for exactly who he was.

He pulled down your pants, gently following the twist and turn of the stretch marks as they winded down your hips, making sure to kneel down to pull them all the way off of you as you delicately stepped out, gently grabbing onto his hair to keep your balance as you swayed. He moaned softly at the gentle tug of your fingers while he stared up at you in awe. You took his hand in yours, coaxing him to stand.

You both stood there, taking in each other's forms for a moment, hands still connected as if by a thread at the pinky before you spoke. "We shouldn't waste water. Let me clean you off, sweetheart." He nodded before following after you into the gentle spray of the shower, steam now filling the room. He marveled at the way that the water droplets cascaded down your body, gently running down your curves. "Come here," you said, pulling him into a gentle embrace under the hot water.

Your two bodies pressed gently together, and Spencer couldn't help but think that you were molded for each other. Not in the way that a sculptor may stick two unmatched pieces of clay together with slip, more like one rock that had been split by the earth finally returning together. Something about your touch felt like home as you gently cradled him under the water.

He was so enthralled in your being that he didn't notice you gently scrubbing him with a washcloth until the scent of your body wash permeated the air. You gently scrubbed his back, washing off the sweat of the day and replacing it with you. He melted into you as your hands reached up, lathering his hair with shampoo. He wasn't sure if it was because he realized you should probably be getting washed too or because he desperately wanted to ride his hands along the planes of your body, but he decided to lather up his hands and wash you as well. "You are such a good boy. Thank you for cleaning me up" You said, resting your head gently on his chest, softly swirling the soap around his back, now finished scrubbing all you could from that angle, waiting to turn him around.

He moved carefully, avoiding your butt, still too nervous to touch. "Make sure you get everything, sweet boy. I like to be clean when I go to bed." You said, gently grabbing his hand and pulling it down to cup your butt. He inhales a sharp breath as he indulged in a gentle squeeze, continuing to wash you. He washed your back but his hands would occasionally drift down to your ass, growing more confident as he unknowingly rocked into you slightly with every squeeze, letting out soft keening noises.

You peeled yourself off of him as he rutted into the air, whining at the loss of friction. "Slow down, naughty boy. Bad boys don't get to touch. Are you a bad boy?" you asked as you placed a finger on the tip of his cock, swirling it in the precum pooling there despite the water's efforts to wash it off. "No, no! I'm a good boy! You're just so pretty, and you feel so good, and you smell so nice, and I wanna touch you, and I want you to touch me, please." He blurted out, looking at you with hungry eyes, begging for more friction. "Where do you want to touch me baby?" you asked as his eyes raked over your body, taking in all of his options. "I want to touch your boobies and your- your-" "My what? You can say it, naughty boy." You cut him off in his stammering. "Your pussy, I want to touch your pussy." He said, the hot water spreading the blush from his cheeks down his chest, tingeing his cock with a pretty pink hue. "What naughty words from such a pretty boy. You can touch-" he cut you off, lunging towards your body before you grabbed him by the throat, squeezing experimentally. Not too hard, not too soft. He moaned, and you felt the vibrations traveling up your hands."Let me finish what I was saying. Naughty boys don't get to touch. They get spanked." You said as he mewled." What I was going to say before I was so rudely interrupted was that you can touch, AFTER I wash you and after you finish washing me. Only after, you got it?" you said, squeezing a little tighter. "Y-yes." he croaked out. "Good boy," you replied.

You washed out the shampoo in his hair, replacing it with conditioner as he did the same for you. You squirted more soap onto your washcloth, preparing to test him. You took the washcloth in your hand, slowly working over his legs, arms, and chest, teasingly brushing over his overspent cock before returning to cleaning him. He washed you thoroughly, taking care to wash your legs before making sure your stomach and belly button piercing were thoroughly cleaned. Finally, he reached up to wash the leftover makeup off of your face. He touched you like a porcelain doll, worried that you would crack under even the slightest pressure, making you giggle. He flinched, thinking he hurt you, but you grabbed his face in your hands, delivering him a kiss that covered his face in soap.

You both stood there, laughing for a second, relishing the moment before you let out a shy smile. "You can touch my chest now, but make sure you clean my piercings carefully." He looked down at your chest, and now that he'd been given permission, he didn't really know what to do. You could see the puzzled look on his face so you grabbed one of his soapy hands in yours and brought it to your breast. He squeezed experimentally, and you let out a gentle moan. You had been keeping in your arousal to draw out his teasing, but you couldn't hold yourself back as you felt his large hands grasp around your chest and roll your nipple in his fingers.

There was a sweet dichotomy in the harshness of his grasp on your boob, coupled with the gentle twist of your nipple. It was as if he was worried to hurt your piercings, so he made up for it in his grasp. You brought the washcloth down to his cock, hard against his stomach, and began to work him. He whined at the harsh material. "I need to clean you up, baby. You still have a cummy cock. If you beg hard enough when I'm done, I will touch you." You said into his ear as he rested his head on your shoulder.

He was overstimulated, and you could tell, so you decided you wouldn't take as long as you wanted to tease him. But you would still draw it out for your own pleasure. He was bucking and mewling into you as you roughly got him off. It shot you straight to your core, the heat from the shower mixed with his grasp on you, physically and visually, had you closer than you wanted, and deep down you just wanted him to touch you.

When you deemed him clean enough you let the rag drop to the floor. "Beg" you moaned out. "Please, please touch me, I want your hand on me, that's all I want." He whined, bucking into the air. You took pity on him, grasping him with your soap-covered hand. He hissed as your soft touch replaced the rough rag and you could tell he was close. "Touch me, Spencer." You said and his hand shot to your core. His tentative moves giving way to a natural confidence. As he slipped a hand between your folds he could feel you dripping with desire. "O-Oh my god," was all he could stammer out before sinking two of his fingers into your depths, thumb circling your clit. You knew his fingers were long, and you had even fantasized about this exact moment, but nothing could prepare you for his actual length. He had said he did research but that was proven by how quickly he found your g spot and clit. You doubled over in pleasure as his fingers thoroughly fucked you out.

"Spencer, I'm so close, baby. Be a good boy and make me cum." You said, slumping against his shoulder, rubbing yourself against his hand. "Mommy, I'm cumming." He said, looking into your eyes as his body shuttered. His words ricochetted around in your brain, sending you over the edge as you cum all down his hand. You bit into his shoulder to muffle your scream, just as he matched you, cumming down your hand.

You came down from your high as Spencer nearly collapsed onto you. You took extra care in making sure he was all clean before helping him out of the shower and into a towel. He leaned against you the whole time as you got him ready for bed. You forced him to brush his teeth before dragging him to bed.

He sat at the edge, eyes bleary with sleep, taking in the events of the day. You sat behind him, gently toweling off his hair before brushing it and putting lotion on his body. He leaned into your touch, appreciating being cared for, feeling as if everything had been a dream. "C-Can I sleep here? I mean Morgan locked me out and I don't have pants and-" You cut him off with a gentle kiss."Of course, sweetheart, do you want to cuddle? It's ok if you don't or if you want this to be a one-time thing, it's all up to you, baby." You said, gently sweeping his hair out of his face as he looked up with eyes the size of dinner plates. "We can do this more than once? You'll let me? For real?" He asked. "Only if you want to sweetheart. This is all about you." You said, giving him a small smile tinged with a slight sadness. "That's not very fair, I want it to be about you too. What do you want?"

The question knocked you off guard. You're not used to people asking what you want. Usually, people just take and give none in return. The fact that Spencer Reid, your adorable virgin coworker was asking you what you wanted with such a sincere look, caused tears to prick into your eyes. "No one has asked me that in a long time," you smiled, "I would love to do this, and more again with you Spencer. Whenever you want." He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you down so you were lying next to each other on the bed. "Whenever we want" He corrected, cuddling into you.

You surveyed the bite make you left on his shoulder, running your hand over it. "Sorry for marking you up, I didn't mean to hurt you." You said softly as he blushed. "I-I was actually wondering... well... could you maybe give me a hickey? I like that you marked me." He said. You obliged him, giving him long kisses and sucks, gradually working up your force until a large purple bruise had formed on his collar bone. He was gently moaning the whole time, but you didn't want to work him up again as he had already cum twice that night and you didn't think he could handle more. He looked down at it as you pulled away, and you could see a question lingering on his mind.

"What's up?" you asked, smoothing his hair with your hand. "You said you hadn't been asked what you want in a long time, and I was wondering, well... who gave you your piercings?" he asked tentatively and you laughed." You have been reading my book too much, how many chapters have you read?" You said and he looked up at you surprised."You knew? and... well... only 3 chapters. I didn't want to pry into your private life." He said. "You just pried enough to know I want to get pierced by someone?" You asked raising an eyebrow. Before he could get an excuse out, you cut him off. "Well for a genius, you obviously didn't read it that carefully. I said I WOULD like to be pierced during sex, meaning I have not before. These are just standard piercings from a piercing shop, not a big deal, I just like the way they look." You said and he let out a sigh of relief. "Why? d'you get jealous?" you questioned him. He looked down and nodded shyly.

"I can be a lot of firsts for you but if you play your cards right, you can be a lot of firsts for me too. You already gave me a first tonight. You called me mommy. No one's done that before but it was really hot. I liked it a lot." You said matter of factly. "But that is a conversation for another day. It is 2 am and we need to be on a flight at 7:30, so let's get some sleep." You said, turning off the lights and cuddling up close to him. In a matter of seconds, you both were asleep, tangled into each other's arms, both of you feeling, for once, safe and sound.

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