#ivory got to socialize with him for the first time in a while!!!

[kingdaddydaichi]

HAIKYUU BOYS & the things they do to you at some high-falutin social event

ft. post-timeskip asahi; atsumu; bokuto (and akaashi, sort of); daichi; oikawa; osamu; suga x reader (fem)

☽⋆˙⟡ ASAHI ⋈

there’s something about a tall, dark, handsome man rocking a bun and a goatee who manages to look sharp as hell in a suit and tie even though he didn’t try very hard. you’ve had your eyes on him all evening and you finally muster the courage to talk to him when he approaches the busy bar where you’ve been waiting to be noticed by the bartender to order a drink. probably bc of his size, the bartender nods to asahi in just a matter of a few seconds.

the 6’2” man points his thumb at you then back at the bartender and says, “uhhmm…i believe she was here first.”

with a charmed smile, you thank him for his chivalry and order your drink. then the tower of a man orders his own and tells the bartender both drinks are on him. an hour later, his slacks are around his ankles and you're straddling him, gliding on his long, thick cock in a dark and otherwise empty conference room. no one can hear your loud moans over the thumping bass of the music as your ass claps against his huge thighs and your pretty manicured nails dig into his hard, broad shoulders. he had protested weakly when you started sucking his monstrous cock after dragging him in there, but when you drip some of his whiskey onto your tits and say “drinks on me now, handsome”, he smirks and wastes no time at all licking and sucking the liquor from your flesh while his big hands guide you along his throbbing length until your clenching pussy creams all around him.

‎‎☽⋆˙⟡ ATSUMU ⋈

fingers you during the keynote speech while the satin, ivory tablecloth serves as cover. occasionally whispers in your ear, reminding you to be quiet lest someone figure out that he's knuckle-deep inside your sweet cunt. his palm, calloused from years of spiking mikasas, is grinding against your swollen clit as his deft fingertips tug deliciously at your g-spot. your thighs have his wrist in a death grip as your professionally manicured nails dig into his flexing forearm. tsumu listens carefully to your quickening breaths, accurately gauges the intensity of your tightening walls, timing his speed and pressure perfectly so that the loud applause of the dining hall drowns out your stifled moan when he makes you cum. a low groan rattles his ribcage when he feels your spend gush into his hand, biting his lip at the way his aching cock strains against the confines of his tailored pinstripe slacks. he watches as your long eyelashes flutter before pulling out and bringing his hand to his mouth to suck his fingers clean.

“yer cream tastes so sweet, babygirl," he says with half-lidded mahogany eyes and a devious grin. "if ya give me yer number, i'll do it with my tongue next time."

☽⋆˙⟡ BOKUTO ⋈

sneaks the two of you onto the rooftop pool and starts taking his clothes off.

you’ve never seen him naked before so you spin around, burying your flustered face in your hands. “bo! what are you doing?!?!” you ask with a gaspy giggle.

“going skinny dipping! c'mon! get in with me!” he says with an unassuming chuckle just before you hear a big splash.

minutes later you're buck naked in the pool with him, his big, long cock brushing against your bare butt as he tickles you. motherfucker is so big it’s like a goddamn buoy, floating and bouncing in the water even when he’s only got a semi. you’ve been attracted to the pro ace since high school, even ended up going to the same university as him. you had bumped into him at countless parties in college but still hadn’t managed to tap it yet. well now was your chance. his erection was unmistakable as he pulled your back to his chest in the pool and brushed his lips across the back of your neck, leaving a soft trail of kisses and kitten licks along your upper spine. you spread your legs to let his huge cock float between them and up to your slick pussy. you were grateful for the fact that your back was turned when the rooftop access door squealed open. bo didn't miss a single beat...just kept right on railing you from behind in the shallow end - pool water splashing every time his thick thighs clapped against yours.

“hey hey hey, akaashi! come on in, the water’s fine!”

☽⋆˙⟡ DAICHI ⋈

when you first arrive at the venue, he teases you in the car before pushing a little bullet vibrator into your pussy and makes you keep it in throughout the night. controls the speed and intensity with an app on his phone until he catches you playing with your clit under the table, trying to get yourself off. he yanks your hand from between your legs and quietly pulls you into the men's restroom just outside the dining hall. bends you over the marble countertop, flips your skirt up, and spanks your bare bottom with his big, strong daddy hand. takes your panties off your ankles, puts them in his pocket, then pulls his fat, angry cock out of his zipper and fucks you while making you watch in the mirror. both of you are so worked up, you cum before anyone catches you. a guy comes walking in as just as you're limping out while daichi zips his pants back up, his softening cock still twitching and dribbling a little cum to mix with your smeared cream inside the black fabric.

☽⋆˙⟡ OIKAWA ⋈

shameless slut wants to pull an usher and fuck you in a dark corner of the dance floor, but when you grab his wrists and protest with a giggle, he squeezes your ass with a shit-eating grin on his pretty face.

nipping at your earlobe, he says, "you know, i've got a very expensive limo waiting just outside. would be a shame to spend all that money and not get to fuck in it." he seductively enunciates 'fuck' and smirks when he feels you shudder.

"say less. take me there now," you demand as you grab his chub through his pants.

moments later, your knees are on the floor of the luxurious limo with the side of your face pressed against the back seat. oikawa spits on his cock before pushing it inside you one thick inch at a time until he's fully sheathed inside the wet heat of your cunt. your hard nipples drag along the cool, ebony leather while the olympic setter uses a fistful of your hair as leverage to fuck his veiny cock into your squelching pussy. you're whining and crying out nonstop as he pounds into you so fucking hard, his hips driving yours into the edge of the seat with every powerful thrust.

"fuck, tooru! *gasp* god, your cock is so fucking big!" you whimper as mascara-stained tears stream down your searing cheeks.

"shhh...don't cry, princess. you're gonna cum so hard on my fat dick. i promise it's gonna feel so fucking good."

☽⋆˙⟡ OSAMU ⋈

eats you out in a dark corner in the corridor leading to the back exit. has you pinned against the wall with his hands around your waist and one of your thighs draped over his shoulder. makes you cum in his mouth before he stands up, keeping you flush to the wall with one hand on your hip while the other fumbles urgently with his belt buckle. you can still taste yourself on his lips and tongue when you moan into each other’s mouths as he plunges his cock deep inside your messy cunt. your dress is bunched up around your waist while he bounces you up and down, his long graceful fingers dimpling the flesh of your bare ass as he guides your slippery pussy along the full length of his hard cock. he shudders when he releases inside you, a quiet whimper escaping the owner of onigiri miya as his hips buck erratically. puts such a huge load of his sperm into you that it leaks out and slides down the inside of your legs in thick, white globs when you hobble back towards the dark dance hall to rejoin your friends.

☽⋆˙⟡ SUGA ⋈

teases you in subtle ways - putting his hand on your lower back every chance he gets, reaching out and twirling a lock of your hair around his fingers, (un)apologetically rubbing his lap against your butt when he walks by and shit like that. yeah, it’s all fun and games til you pull him into an unlocked storage closet and back him up against the wall. both of you are kissing and panting and groping at each other when you reach between your bodies to grip his hard cock through his tailored slacks that fit him just so. he moans into your mouth and puts his hand over yours, guiding your speed and pressure as you jerk him through his clothes for a minute. fuck, he’s so hard. finally, your patience runs out and you start unbuckling his belt as it clanks while he snickers with a smug grin on his pretty face.

“are you that thirsty for my dick, y/n? yeah?” he cards his slender fingers into your hair - careful not to mess it up too much - and presses down on your shoulder with more strength than is even required saying “pull my cock out…mmhmm good girl. See how wet you’ve made me? hm? what’s that? you wanna lick my precum? go ahead baby, you have my permission.”

you wrap your pink lips around his cock and moan at his flavor.

with a sharp inhale through his teeth, he says, “yeah, suck my cock just like that…”

minutes later, your middle finger is in his ass while his pretty balls spasm against your chin as he pumps all his cum down your throat.

“oh fuck god yes, y/n! choke on my dick,” he whines, legs trembling from the spasms of your throat around the sensitive head of his cock while he fills your gullet with his warm semen.

suga is a closet freak. literally.

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[lixzey]

The Story of Us.

In which you are Timothée Chalamet's high school sweetheart. After a messy break up ten years ago, Timothée is Hollywood's it boy, while you are a rising star. The two of you will star in a new movie, what could possibly go wrong?

2009, freshman year

You took a deep breath before stepping inside the classroom, your palms sweating as you gripped the strap of your bag tighter. Today was your first day of freshman year at LaGuardia, and you were absolutely terrified. It was your first time at a new school where you actually had a chance to finish an entire school year without moving to another state because of your mother's job.

As soon as you stepped inside, you felt everyone's eyes land on you. Was it because you had a Hello Kitty shoulder bag? Was it because you had a mass of frizzy hair that looked like a bird nest? Or was it because you were the only one wearing a pink floral dress with a white long-sleeved cardigan? You gulped before making a beeline towards a vacant seat at the very back of the classroom, hoping to try and stay out of everybody's way.

“You're going to be alright, y/n. You're gonna be here for the next four years; you can do this,” you muttered to yourself, trying to calm your anxiety.

You still couldn't wrap your head around the fact that you got accepted to the Fame School, as everyone called La Guardia. You were pretty sure that you weren't talented enough to get in. Yeah, you could sing, act, and write, but you thought that it wasn't enough to get you in, but to your surprise, you got accepted. Your mother was absolutely proud of you, supporting your every dream, but your father? It was a different story. 

Your parents got divorced when you were eleven, and it wasn't a delightful experience. You saw how your parents fought almost every day since you were ten because your mom accused your dad of cheating, which was true. Having had enough of your father, your mother filed for divorce. The divorce was traumatic for both you and your mother. Your father was insistent on getting sole custody of you, as you were his only child. In the end, your mom got full custody of you, granting your father only visitation rights along with paying child support.

You haven’t seen your dad ever since, but you still had contact over social media. You hated it, but for the sake of formality, you just went along with it. 

“Is this seat taken?” 

Someone asked, snapping you out of your thoughts. You huffed before looking up, your eyes meeting bright green, making your breath hitch in your throat. God, he’s beautiful. 

“Is this seat taken? I really don’t want to sit up front,” he asked, a hopeful look in his eyes.

“Uh, no, it isn't.” you smiled nervously. “Go ahead.” 

He sat down beside you, a grateful smile on his lips. “I'm Timothée.” He introduced himself, his hand out for a handshake. 

“Uh, I'm Y/n.” you said, taking his hand in yours.

“Nice to meet you, Y/n.” Timothée grinned, shaking your hand before letting it go. “I hope you don't mind me sitting beside you; I really don't like sitting in front.”

“Nice to meet you too.,” You chuckled nervously, feeling butterflies flutter in your stomach. “I don’t mind; I mean, I don’t own that chair, you know?” 

You tried acting normal, but the way he smiled at you made your cheeks heat up in a way you couldn’t understand why. Timothée had a beautiful face, like he was some sort of Greek god trying to flirt with you and wanting to have demigod children with you. You were pretty sure that his chiseled jawline could cut your finger if you tried to touch it. His eyes? Like emerald jewels set in ivory. His gaze, luring you in like an enchanted forest.  

“So, where are you from?” Timothée asked, turning his full attention to you.

“I live nearby,” you answered, tugging on the sleeves of your cardigan. His attention was solely on you. He didn’t pay attention to the girl in front of you, who was batting her eyelashes at him. Stop looking at me like that!  “Lincoln Square.” 

“That's nice. I’m guessing you walked to school?” 

“Uh, no, my mom dropped me off on the way to work.” You felt your cheeks heat up. Gosh, he must think I’m a mommy’s girl. “What about you? Where are you from?” 

“Hell’s Kitchen,” He answered. “Yeah, I know; it’s a little bit far from here.”

“It’s only twenty minutes away, not that far. I heard famous artists live there.” 

Timothée’s smile widened. “Yeah, some do." A faint blush covered his face. “I'm going to be a big actor someday, like Leonardo DiCaprio.” He leaned closer to me, so only you could hear him. “I'm gonna be the star of the next big blockbuster movie when I’m all grown up.”

“I bet you will.” You smiled, patting him on the shoulder. 

Timothée looked at you with sparkling eyes, his head slightly tilted to the side. “What about you? What do you want to be when you’re all grown up?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. “Are you gonna be a big, famous person like me someday?”

“I don't know; I guess a writer? I mean, I do love to write poems and stories. Though I can sing and act too,” you shrugged. You really didn't know what you wanted to be. Your mom said you’d become an actress because, when you were younger, you loved to put on little plays for your mom and begged her to attend a few workshops along the way. 

But you loved writing; it was your safe haven. Writing was a way for you to let out everything you felt. You wrote stories, songs, and poems every time you felt the weight of the world—the weight of your father’s mistake. You were the scar, the bruise, and the result of the pain that he brought to your mother. Your mother knew that you write based on what you experience, of course. She told you that it was okay to write about how you feel and that it was better than keeping it bottled up. She didn’t want you to go through what she went through with your father; she didn’t want you to bottle all your emotions up and, one day, just explode. 

“Maybe you can write one of my movies someday?” Timothée said, snapping you out of your thoughts, a big smile on his lips. “Or I could be the star of a movie you’ll one day write. How about that?” He grinned, his green eyes sparkling, making it hard not to stare at him when he looks at you like that.

“Maybe.” You chuckled. “Maybe not.”

“I know it sounds silly, but I know it's going to happen. I can feel it.” Timothée sighed dreamily, his eyes glittering. “I really wanna be someone like Leonardo DiCaprio or, like, Johnny Depp, you know?” 

“If I'm going to be an actress, I want to be like Anne Hathaway.” You smiled as you thought about your favorite actresses. You absolutely loved her in The Princess Diaries, the movie that had you believing at some point that you were a princess. 

Timothée raised an eyebrow. “Anne Hathaway?” 

You looked at him incredulously. “What? She’s a great actress!”

“No, yeah, she is, but I bet you'll be even better than Anne Hathaway if you want to be.” 

You scoffed. “Oh, please, I’m not as pretty as her to get any roles.” 

Timothée seemed surprised that you said that you weren’t pretty. “Oh, please,” Timothée scoffed the same way you did. “You are pretty!”

You rolled your eyes. “You need to get prescription glasses.” 

Timothée scowled. “My eyes are perfectly fine; thank you very much.”

"No, they’re not, because I am neither pretty nor beautiful. I mean, look at my hair." You pointed to your frizzy hair, trying to prove your point. How could he tell me I look pretty when I literally look like a mess? 

“You are beautiful; don’t ever think that you aren’t.” Timothée waved a hand dismissively. “With your talent and your looks, you’ll definitely be a star someday, just like Anne Hathaway; I'm sure of it.” 

“How are you so confident that I’m going to be this star? You don't even know if I'm talented.” You asked, rolling your eyes playfully. “I mean, we only just met.”

He placed a hand over his heart, a mischievous smirk on his lips. “I have a pretty good instinct when it comes to people, and I just have a feeling about you. Besides, you won't know unless you try, right?”

“When's your birthday?” You asked, changing the subject.

“Wow, changing the subject already?” Timothée looked surprised that you suddenly asked him that question. “You want to know when I was born? That’s a new one.” 

“Just answer the question.”

“December twenty-seventh, why?” He seemed curious, a faint smile on his face.

“I'm older, October nineteenth.” You smirked.  

“Oh really?” Timothée laughed, raising a brow. “I didn't realize I was talking to an older girl,” he teased, his smile growing wider. “Does that mean you can boss me around?”

“Maybe.” You giggled, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Do you want me to boss you around?”

He looked at you, his head slightly tilted to the side, as if he was contemplating his life decisions. “Yes, please.” Timothée nodded his head up and down like a little kid, a cheeky grin on his face. “I love being bossed around by older, powerful women.”  

“How do you even pronounce your name?” You asked with a cheeky smile. 

“Oh, my name...” He scratched the back of his head. “You say it like tee-moh-tay. It's French, so it's a little tricky for some people.” 

“Sounds kind of pretentious.”

“You know what?” Timothée grinned. “I think that's exactly what my parents were going for.” 

“So, you're French?” You raised an eyebrow at him. “I mean, it would explain the fancy schmancy name.”

“Yes, yes, I am.” Timothée nodded and smiled confidently. “My dad is French, and my mom is American.” 

“French boy, huh? Do you like escargot? Since you know, you're French?” You teased, grinning at him.

“Escargot?” Timothée scrunched his nose in disgust. “No, thank you. There's no way I'm going to eat those slimy snails,” he shrugged. “I mean, I'm half French, but I am a New Yorker through and through. But I do like croissants, though.”

“You're funny.” You giggled. 

“I know, I’m hilarious,” Timothée grinned. “You want to hear a joke?”

“Go on, Frenchie."

Timothée raised a brow. “Frenchie, really?” 

“Would you rather that I call you french fry?”

Timothée rolled his eyes, a playful smile on his lips. “Do you want to know why you should never trust stairs?” He asked you with a cheeky grin, making you roll your eyes. “Because they are always up to something!” 

You laughed at his joke. “Yeah, you aren’t destined to be a stand-up comedian.”

“How could you?” Timothée gasped, feigning offense.

Before you could answer Timothée, the teacher came in. “Good morning, class,”

You looked at Timothée. “Talk to you later, I guess?”

“Do you want to, maybe, join me for lunch? I mean, I’ll understand if you don’t want to.” Timothée asked, a hopeful look in his eyes.

“Of course, I’d love to.”

“Okay, okay,” Timothée smiled, and suddenly you felt time stop.

Oh gosh. He’s too darn beautiful; it’s a crime. He was only wearing a dark gray t-shirt, but he still looked effortlessly handsome.

I’m not the kind to fall for a guy who flashes a smile, right? 

Maybe you were. 

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[hangmanapologist]

 Lonely Hearts Club Band | Bob Floyd

Bob Floyd x reader

a/n: I liked this idea more in my head but it was my resolution to finish at least one of the ideas in my drafts so you guys are stuck with this one because I miss working in a record store!!!!

summary: Bob tries to find something to distract from the loneliness, he finds her instead

warnings: brief mentions of death, fluff, mentions of grief

Many people knew Bob Floyd but they never really knew about him. Even those who thought they did.

They knew he was a Cancer, that his coffee order was a flat white and that his dog was his best friend. Bob never really seemed much deeper.

It wasn’t that he was afraid to let anyone in. Bob wanted nothing more than to spend hours talking about nothing and everything in between but he came to accept the fact that maybe romantic love wasn’t on the cards for him.

Physically, Bob didn’t think he was completely repulsive but socially? He was always the guy in the back, and no one gravitates towards that guy.

He was always gonna be the geeky band kid who went to prom with friends because he couldn’t get a date, the one who was never asked about what he did on the weekend, the one that everyone he worked with called a wallflower but really, they didn’t actually ask him anything about himself.

So, to feel less lonely, he started collecting things. He started with normal kid things, he had a pretty sick rock collection, Pokemon cards, Spiderman comics. His dad helped him put shelves all over his room to display them. They finally made him an interesting person. 

As he got older he graduated to records.

He was 13 when he bought his first record. He had saved all his birthday money and his Dad promised to take him to the small record store on the corner of the block after his piano lessons. All it took was a little bit of begging and agreeing to stop playing the drums after 8pm.

He still remembers the smell and the shrill ring of the bell as he opened the door and the way his eyes widened beneath his glasses, like a kid in a candy store, as he gazed at the songbooks, cassettes and vinyls that spread from one end of the store to the other.

Truthfully, he didn’t know where to start. So he asked his pops for help. He knew everything. Bob thought he was the smartest guy in the world and trusted every opinion he had. That’s how he ended up with his first record, “Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band”. 

From there, it was a sordid love affair. He collected every vinyl he saw and played them until the grooves were worn in. He bugged his dad relentlessly, begging him to teach him every song he knew on the piano until his hands were cramped and he was playing ‘Hey Jude’ in his sleep. 

When his dad passed, not long after he had left for the navy, Bob played the piano during the funeral. He hadn’t touched any ivory keys since. He was all by himself to face the world. 

Curiosity had well and truly killed the cat.

“Will you hang with Rocky while I go take a look around” he questioned, gesturing behind him. “Take your time, we’ll do another round of the block.” Bob didn’t even wait to catch the last part of sentence while he pushed the door open and stepped inside. There wasn’t a shrill bell as he stepped in; but the air smelled like coffee and old vinyl sleeves and he could hear the faint croonings of Sam Cooke echoing through the store.

“Will you hang with Rocky while I go take a look around” he questioned, gesturing behind him. “Take your time, we’ll do another round of the block.” Bob didn’t even wait to catch the last part of sentence while he pushed the door open and stepped inside. There wasn’t a shrill bell as he stepped in; but the air smelled like coffee and old vinyl sleeves and he could hear the faint croonings of Sam Cooke echoing through the store.

It wasn’t busy but people filtered in and out of each section, some armed with songbooks, some with records. Others with both.

Bob headed straight for the classic rock section. He still had some vinyls at home, though his collection was much smaller than what it used to be. He still made a habit to listening to them as much as he could. He’d spend most of his mornings off cooking and doing laundry while The Beach Boys played throughout the all too quiet house. He still had a piano. He didn’t play anymore but it was a memory he always liked to look back on fondly. 

His long fingers comfidently flipped through the records, trying to find some of his favourites he forgot to bring with him. “You son of a bitch, there it is!” he smilled to himself pulling out the sleeve, handling it the way someone would handle a baby. He browsed a couple of other sections while making mental lists of ones that he wanted to add to his collection. He let eyes flit along the walls of songbooks and merchandise as he made his way to the register with the record safely under his arm. He stood at the counter humming alog to himself while he waited to be seen. He could see someone shuffling around a sideroom and he let out a gentle cough to alert of his presence. Then he saw you.

You know in romantic movies where the love interest appears and a cheesy 80′s song plays in the background? That’s how Bob felt. 

“Did you find everything you needed today?” you smiled. Bob thought you had a very pretty smile. It lit up the whole store.

He thought he could hear birds chirping when you smiled. You coughed gently, snapping him out of his trance. 

“I have a revolver” he blurted out, referring to the album, which was still half hidden from you. Not his best phrasing. “You know, if you didn’t have such a trustworthy face and an album under your arm I’d be pretty worried right now.” you grinned cocking an eyebrow playfully. Bob felt the blush creep to his cheeks under your gaze as he stuttered out an embarrassed sorry, handing the album over to you as he fished for his wallet.

You kept sneaking glances of him as you rang him up. The way he fished for the cash and pushed his glasses up his nose as he smiled at you endearingly. “That’s $25, whenever you’re ready.” “Oh no, it said $31 on the t-” “Oh yeah, that’s just a pricing mistake. Happens all the time.” you waved him off nonchalantly. You were lying of course, but the handsome man in front of you didn’t need to know that.

Your fingers brushed as he handed you the crisp bills in exchange for the bag. He had nice hands. Gentle but firm, you imagined.

He wanted to say something but he didn’t have a single thought that wouldn’t make him sound like a total weirdo. He just stayed there smiling at you, for what he thought was a second. It was clearly longer as the tapping on the glass broke him from his trance. “I think your friend is looking for you sir.” you smiled softly as you leaned over the counter and pointed toward the window. He caught a whiff of your perfume and swore he had died and went to heaven.

“Oh yeah, work stuff.” He nodded as he pushed his glasses up a little. A nervous habit. Was it hot in here? Was he the only one sweating? God what if you could tell he was sweating?

“You have a nice day now sir, don’t be a stranger!” you chirped watching the the handsome stranger awkwardly half run to the door, all six foot of him. “You too” he turned on his heel in a split second. “It’s just Bob.” “Okay, just Bob.”

You had a feeling you’d be seeing a lot more of ‘just Bob’ now.

“You lied to me.” Bob said approaching the counter, leaning a muscular forearm on it. “Bob?” you turned around questioningly upon hearing the slight drawl you had found yourself thinking about over the past few weeks. “You gave me an employee discount, I kept the receipts” “Look at you Nancy Drew.” you mocked as you continued wiping down the counters.

It was near closing and it was only the two of you in the store. If it was anyone else you would have done your best to hurry them out, but you didn��t mind his company. He’d become somewhat of a regular stopping in once or twice a week, usually buying all the classics everyone started with, you gave him the employee discount every time. Last week it was Queen, A Night At The Opera. This week who knows? He had his favourites though, usually The Beatles and their respective members.

“I brought you a coffee, as a thank you. I hope you like cappuccinos.” He offered the cup to you and you accepted graciously with a wry smile. “A cappuccino is good.”

He went to turn on his heel but you called his name out and he turned back questioningly, almost as if he thought he was hearing things. “We have books- I mean, you like The Beatles right?” you questioned as you dug through the stock below the counter. He popped his head over, looking down on you curiously as you rustled through boxes. “Yeah, Sgt. Pepper’s was my first record” he confided nostalgically, chin resting on his hand. You let out a little hmph of triumph as your fingers curled around exactly what you were looking for. “We got a song book! I remembered you like them so I held it back for you. You said you played piano right?” you leapt to your feet as Bob leaned back, avoiding a collision.

“Oh…” he scratched the back of his neck avoiding your eyes. He felt awful, you were clearly so excited to give this to him and here was, keeping you past closing and probably about to offend you. “I haven’t played in years really… not since my dad passed. It was kind of our thing.”

Bob hated this part of conversations. The part where people’s eyes filled with pity and they started talking down to you like an upset child, but you weren’t.

You grabbed a sharpie from the cup on the desk and opened the book, scrawling digits on the cover before you slid it across the counter. Making your move across the chess board. Throwing the ball in his court. “That’s my number. If you ever want to get back into it. I give piano lessons to some kids after work on Wednesdays but I’m sure I can squeeze you in.”

So he considered it.

Bob thought nothing bad could happen in your presence. Not with the way you smelled like vanilla. Or the way your lipstick stained your coffee cups. Or the way your hair always looked so soft. Not with the way your smile alone lit up the darkest corners of a room. You were like a halo of light in a big, dim world.

He could hear you shifting back and forth on your heels, waiting for any sort of acknowledgment on the offer.

“Can you do Thursdays?” You squinted your eyes in mock concern but couldn’t fight the smile bubbling to the surface. “I’ll ask my guy… see what I can do.” “Then I guess I’ll text you when I’m home” he smiled coyly, raising the book in acknowledgment.

“I take vanilla… in my cappuccino.”

Of course you do.

You paced around the the living room, the only sound being your shoes on the hardwood floors and your quick shallow breaths. Bob had called when he left to let you know he was on his way and all of a sudden you weren’t feeling so sure about this. What if you embarrassed yourself? What if you had been too insistent and you had upset him? You ran your hand through your hair, tousling it until it was somewhat presentable before the knocking on your door echoed in your hallway.

“I told you to just walk in, you know?” you said pointedly letting Bob in. “I don’t know about you, but my mama raised me with manners, miss” he teased with an exaggerated twang, trailing behind you.

His eyes followed every last detail as you showed him around your home. There were pictures lining every wall. With friends, with family, on vacation, in the store… you name it and you probably had it framed somewhere. No sign of a boyfriend though. Not that he had a chance but it’s nice to have a little hope. Ever the eternal optimist.

“…but you didn’t come here to see my bedroom.” you trailed off, nudging him from his trance while guiding him to the piano in the living room. If he was honest he would tell you he only caught the end of that sentence but it’s okay to not be honest sometimes.

Bob was a beautiful man. You studied his features in the warm light of the room as his eyes flit across the notes on the page in front of him. His eyes were honest and when you looked in them you were drowning and you didn’t care about coming up for air. When he smiled he smiled with his whole face. His eyes crinkled, his cheeks dimpled and a lopsided grin adorned his cherub like face. He lit up the room like the sun lit up the morning sky after the long, cold, dark winter nights.”

“You have pianist hands” you blurted out while he half heartedly banged out another Billy Joel song on the ivory keys. The ‘lesson’ was long over and the room was filled with laughter as he attempted to play some of the worst covers you have ever heard. “These are million dollar hands I’ll have you know! I’m not sure how the navy would take that compliment” “Oh shut up. You know what I mean.” In an act of courage or stupidity, maybe both, Bob gently grabbed your hand resting on the keys and held it up to his. “They’re so small” he pouted, only half mocking you. “Maybe you just have freakishly big hands, bully someone your own size Lieutenant.” you leaned in slightly, pushing his hand back. 

“Can I play you one more?” He leaned his forehead against yours with pleading eyes. Jutting his lip out for dramatic effect. You rolled your eyes playfully. “If you play one more Billy Joel song I’m gonna get evicted.” “No. I promise. It’s one my dad taught me.” His face softened at the word and your heart sighed for him. “This ones for you papa Floyd” you said toasting your coffee mug to the ceiling. Bobs eyes followed forlornly. “S’ones for you pops.”

Your shoulders pressed flush together as his fingers worked across the keys. A soft, familiar tune came from them and you felt him hum along. “Hey Jude, don’t make it bad, take a sad song and make it better…” his body pushed against you in encouragement, prompting you to join in softly while he sang.

The last time Bob had played this song was at the funeral but something was telling him it was time to move on. To make it the song he remembers without tears clouding his eyes while he hurries to the bathroom. It was hard to be sad while your head lay on his shoulder and you looked like angel. Sang like one too. Maybe his mama was right. Maybe angels were real.

He finished the song with a solemn smile as you lifted your head. “That was really nice…” you grabbed his hand, squeezing it reassuringly. You wanted him to know that you were there for him.

Your touch sent butterflies to his stomach. He thought about every time your hand brushed his. Every time you called his name cheerily over your shoulder when he came in. Every time he wished he was going home with you. Every time he wished the lipstick stained coffee cups were littering his car.

“I think I want to kiss you” you hadn’t meant for it to come out so suddenly. You didn’t even know you were speaking until you stopped. Your cheeks were flushing red under his gaze.

He felt all the air leave his lungs. He thought about this a lot. Maybe he was still dreaming. But the soft press of your lips on his confirmed otherwise. Your hand cradled his face like he was made of glass. Bob had never been treated so gently. You pulled away but kept a hold on his cheek. He liked that. It reminded him he wasn’t about to wake up to his alarm. “Can you kiss me again?” you barely let him finish the sentence before you were pressed to him. His hands instinctively pulled you into his lap where you fit like pieces of a puzzle.

“Stay the night, I just want to kiss you” “Where’s the bedroom again?”

[itssokiee]

Smudged Happiness Chapter 2.5

Previous Chapter

Chapter 1

Erza has internal conflicts towards her dirty summer secret. What stays in the summer, happens in the summer. Or does it?

Grays just chillin

Warming: light nsfw

Erza gently brushed her scarlet hair sitting at her white ivory vanity. After a while, she put down her brush and walked over to her soft cushy bed and laid down, but not to sleep. She opened her phone and began to read her class schedule, meticulously memorizing the teachers, room number, and subject. Erza was the current salutatorian of her class and planned to take over as valedictorian. She did not study out of a joy of learning like Lucy and Levy, no. She studied because she was meant to become more, a lawyer graduating from Harvard.

After setting her alarm for exactly 7:22, Erza laid down to go to sleep. After trying for a few minutes, her brain began to buzz.

No! Do not think of that now!

Erza had spent her summer working at a law firm as an intern. As it turned out, the second internship spot was filled by her nemesis and the true valedictorian, Jellal Fernandes.

Ugh Jellal!

It was no secret they did not get along. Their peers know they are fierce rivals that never back down. Everything was a competition, GPA, test scores, debate club, student council, even early actions. Jellal with his sly comments, and arrogant attitude. It made Erza so infuriated every time he made a little jab.

What people did not know, is that Jellal and Erza have known each other a lot longer than they let on. They both grew up in an elitist social circle and their parents were friends. As kids they were friends as well, from kindergarten until middle school, where the pay both attended a private prep school. Their friendship deteriorated as their parents constantly compared and competed through them. The pressure got too much for Erza and she had to be pulled halfway through 8th grade - when she transferred to Fairy Middle During her sophomore year, just as she felt comfortable with her new friends, Jellal unexpectedly transferred for their IB program. He’s the only one who knew who she was before. Although he never said anything, his cruel eyes and smug looks say everything.

When she saw Jellal there in the first day of her internship he was already casually talking confidently to the senior managers. The sight of it enraged her. To be forced into collating with Jellal all summer. Cue two weeks of petty arguments and disagreements. One day after everyone else went home, they were both still left trying to finish their assignment. They had wasted the whole day arguing about the paper format and were currently trying to make up lost hours of work.

Erza stood up from her desk and began pacing. She needed to stretch her legs. She had been typing for three hours straight. “I can’t believe we’re still here,” she said leaning against the wall.

”And we wouldn’t be if you had just used my original format,” Jellal said annoyed.

”You messed up the last one!”

”At least I admit my fuck ups not blame them on someone else!” Jellal stood up and walked over to her. “You know it used to be funny seeing you get all mad and huffy, but right now you are really pissing me off,” he said walking closer and closer.

“Damn you,” she glaring at him.

”Fuck you,” he said back. Wow he’s really close.

”You wish,” she said snarky.

“Alright,” he said as he pulled her face up.

“Wwhat ?..? Are,you serious.?!” Erza stammered.

”It won’t mean anything.”

And he kissed her. Roughly pushing her against the wall, he stuck his tongue down her throat. What are you doing! How are you letting this happen! After a while he put her down and led her back to the chair. He sat down and she sat in his lap. Why are you going along with this? Why aren’t you smacking him in the face?

After they kissed for a while he pushed her onto the ground. “You’ve been a major pain tonight and Imthink you should make it up to me,” he said looking down at her. She glared up at him before slowly undoing the zipper.

”This won’t mean anything. Except maybe that I hate you even more after this,” Erza said with venom.

And that was just the first time.

And when they finally do have real sex, she doesn’t tell him it’s her first time. She wonders if her knew. She knew it wasn’t his and didn’t want one more thing he could hold over her.

She couldn’t believe it - of all the people to lose their v card like that?

She was raised in a conservative household that would not have approved of it. Ezra wondered what her friends would think - no she had no plans on telling them. She thought of Jellal and shuddered. It's not like it was a one time thing either. But that was the summer, this school year, Ezra vowed to not make the same mistake again.

~

Meanwhile down the street, Gray was up playing the new Call of Duty on his PC. He planned to enjoy his last day of summer by gaming until he physically passed out in his gaming chair. He had his alarm set and ready to go when he inevitably fell asleep.

Gray had done nothing almost all summer, however, except for one part. He tried to maximize his free time. The remainder of his time was spent at the Regional swimming championship. For the first time, Fairy Academy made it to the championship. It was the ultimate high, even when they placed 3rd.

Although Gray acted like he was above school, he was excited to start on the varsity team.

Authors note: More Gray to come!

Next

[thecameronchronicles]

Scavengers Part 1: The Hunt

Scavengers Part 1: The Hunt

TW: Language. Mentions of blood. Situations of peril. 

*THIS CHAPTER DOESN’T HAVE SMUT BUT IT HAS SEXUAL TENSION! I PROMISE IT WILL BE WORTH IT ;) *

SUMMARY: A scavenger hunt leads you and Pope Heyward to cross the most unfortunate (and dangerous) of paths. 

WORD COUNT: 1300

Scavengers Part 1: The Hunt

“You may begin…” The dean’s voice announced as your finger made a swift glide across the lip of the envelope, tearing into your skin enough to draw blood. Taking it to your mouth as you read the first clue of the scavenger hunt, your mind analyzed each letter making up each word as you assessed any potential meaning that could give you a head start. 

Ivory towers look below to the game set afoot, a clue marred by silent embers untouched by soot,

Iron and brass where I’m held halfway to twenty-six, to another instruction, I am transfixed….

You read the phrasing at least half a million times as everyone else making up the chairs and tables of the commons had wore the same bewilderment to the words. But as they whispered potential answers to these words both clever and less than, you couldn’t help but notice HIS eyes on you. 

An academic nemesis that was always separated from you by a single point on any given assignment, you two had been cut from the same ambitious cloth with more in common that you like to admit. Another synonymous attribute had been that in which you were one of the only students accepted into this college on merit and hard-work alone, not a bribe from your parents. For that, you were also excluded from most social groups but also pitted against each other because you had more to lose. But it also acted as a means of motivation as looking to him and the own narrowing of his eyes offered some form of an epiphany. And so you set off on your feet and into the direction of the Dean’s office. 

The campus itself was made up from a former prison that consisted of ‘towers’ or ‘wings’, with access points held beneath the grounds for the aged corridors made up of stone and secrets having run beneath its roots. And your epiphany had come from the idea of accessing the blueprints to learn where “the ivory tower” would be as you were confident a note would be made in the margins of such documentation. But since the office was always locked, you knew there would be means of access that would need to be more cunning than that of a simple twist of a knob. For that, you pulled your bobby pin from your hair and began to shuffle the mechanics until hearing that satisfying clink of entrance. Closing the door quickly behind you, you shuffled throughout the office and beyond cabinets and drawers before hearing the knob attempted at your back. 

“I knew there wasn’t a chance you’d risk losing, but I didn’t think you’d resort to cheating…” His voice taunted at your back as you turned to narrow your eyes to Pope Heyward, the bane of your existence in every sense of the word. This was because just as much as he got under your skin, he made you nervous. Those wide eyes, wondrous and expressive, had kept yours with conviction, always bringing you to battle the descent of your own falling to lips too tempting for someone you were supposed to loathe.

“Ivory tower…the office…” You spoke the words aloud, realizing them on the spot, as he nodded while you were relieved you no longer needed a blueprint. 

“Guess it’s fair to whoever finds it first then?”

You returned to your search before his interruption, failing the fight to analyze him as he was committed to his ambition, which you always found admirable. He was the only person on the entirety of the campus you had managed to hold a conversation with without feeling as if you lost brain cells just talking to them, even if the topics were spoken in sarcasm or tension. It was part of what excited you about him. 

But where you feigned a path of devotion, he seemed to be unsure what he was looking for, only allowed a fraction of the time you had been, before the door was tried again. Only this time, it sent him to your similar hiding spot. The second he witnessed you, his eyes sharpened, before you pulled him into the closet, forcing him against the wall with your weight, with a hand to his mouth. 

“Unless you want us both to get disqualified or expelled, don’t say a word.” You threatened as the door came fully open to the sound of Ward Cameron, a contributor to this hunt, and that of the dean making their way to what they believed to be a safe space for the conversation they were both partaking in. And as much as you wanted to focus and deny yourself the natural reaction of your body roused by the feeling of his against yours, your eyes found his in the sliver of light allowed by the specific grate in the center of the door, finding his eyes to lower to you as well. The usual skepticism altered for arousal as his pupils dilated when feeling your body against him. 

“It’s gonna be fine-”

“FINE? I only agreed to this because of what you promised-” Ward spat as both you and Pope looked at the small slit, approaching it to where you could both make out the physiques of both conversationalists for yourselves. 

“Nobody knows anything-”

“We should have canceled this…it’s going to bring unwanted attention…”

“Nobody knows anything, Ward. And if we were to cancel this, it would drive suspicion to us. To you.”

“That girl is gonna-”

“She won’t say anything. She knows better.”

“Can you be so sure? Because I heard that with the last one…”

‘Nobody looks at the scholarship kids, Ward,” Pope looked at you with wide eyes as you were both here on scholarship alone, unable to afford the tuition, even if the lottery were to show mercy to you. But now it had been a grant you no longer wished to have if it meant being under their thumbs in any context. 

“We’ll do what we do every year….And it’ll be fine.”

“I have a bad feeling about this year…So you make sure you keep that girl’s mouth shut or I’m taking you down with me.” The door slammed as both you and Pope continued to watch the scene before you unfold as the Dean lifted his cell to his ear. 

“Yeah, it’s me…We need to move her…off campus-where we spoke-yes! Because Cameron asked. Do YOU want to ask him? I’m sure he’d love ot have to explain it to you…So do what you’re fucking told and move Carrera off campus before the same thing happens to you.” Your eyes widened to the name. 

Kiara Carrera was a former scholarship kid who went missing the year prior. Someone neither one of you knew well, but well enough to know the name belonged to an unsolved mystery that suddenly altered this innocent scavenger hunt into one of a true race against time. 

“What are you doing?” You asked as Pope made his way from the closet once the office was cleared of anyone else, your arm taking hold of his tense bicep as the realization of how toned he was had caught you off guard. 

“That Carrera girl needs help…”

“And what do you think you’re gonna do? Going up against someone like Ward Cameron? He has even the judges and politicians under his thumb, “ You bowed your head, having known this better than anyone for reasons you wouldn’t offer to someone you could scarcely trust. 

“I can’t just sit here, it sounded bad-”

“You’re right….It does. Which is why we have to win this hunt.”

“Are you really THAT selfish to win that knowing a girl’s life is in danger doesn’t make you exercise even a morsel of humanity or empathy?” You ignored his insult. 

“She won last year. And I would bet anything that’s why she’s missing…So if WE get close to that, we’ll get close to her…” You hesitated. 

“But we have to do it…together…We have a better chance that way…”

He looked to the floor, equally as resistant to the idea, “For Kiara…” He clenched his jaw before slowly nodding. 

“For Kiara…” 

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[blueiight]

amc iwtv ep 3 w/ K&Y (post parade 2 in 1!)

- lestat reading the 1910s equiv of wikipedia (times picayune) history of jackson square fanned tf out v. louis saying do it mention how theyd take runaway slaves head off n hang them on pikes? the true history of slavery preserved outside the ivory tower thru lineage (cuz 1910s historians wasnt talmbout it!) + foreshadowing what louis gone do to alderman fenwick :3

- were we put on the earth for a larger purpose? v. lestat saying well, im the one who put you on this earth. okay daddy???!….

- got it off ur shelf — lestat argues w ppl w/o watching the game & only watches the boxscores

- THE ANGEL OF SALVATION PASSING OVER US. LETROLL. shes so floored at lestat’s power & is joked out at their every snarky rude comment ….

- LOUIS U KILLED MY MEOW MEOW… LOUIS WHY DO U KILL CUTE FLUFFY ANIMALS…

- WE WORLDWIDEEEE (being discussed in atlanta🪦🪦)

- morality to buoy ur existence.. antoinette being introduced as lestat becomes dilussioned w louis veganist ways.. a woman louis hired to sing, the snake singing an aria of fun, the artiste to lestat’s artist ways as louis plays a bird refusing to fly.. and/or louis aint puttin out no more? whats really tea Og… mad ya wife aint puttin out mmtch. louis de pointe du lac the dark prince of iberville. bodied my idol💔

- 2022!Louis going awwwww lestat invented music🥰 but seething inside cuz its when he met his side bitch.. his killing is secret away from me now (but hes also getting play elsewhere… wow). juxtaposed w lestat destroying the self esteem of & torturing the italian tenor this is hilarious…. think i said sum semi-profound on it a month or 2 ago but icb😂✌🏾

- bitter ex 1973 louis is taking me. i love how his accent is slightly different: very generic california vocal fry in the 70s vs. the selective inflection of his natural accent when he in his feelings , self hypnotizing as JA says it, in the 2020s. my unpopular opinion is that there is no contradiction yes theres obviously 2 diff stories being told but its NOT A contradiction here me aht – memory is a sacred meat drying all the time. it always changes as the person grows. how i remembered sum at 11 not the same i remember it at REDACTED years old today, much less how ill remember my relationships w current / recent lovers when im even older. resenting how much u love the one who taught u how to love. feeling like a victim w no recourse is a heavy , very unsupported socially rejected burden to carry in our lifespans….u can imagine this constant flux of perspective , the love of ur maker who destroyed & created u to live a near eternity with. vampires r created out of trauma (not quoted in this ep but quoted later) so its also a meta commentary for how trauma alters memories. this is the odyssey of recollection. was it raining? lestat’s boots were muddy bc of the lack of paved streets u say. or was he watching u get head n seething at ur hearts in sync w/ a human of lover’s past, as his and antoientte’s hearts were comically offbeat from eachother? was meeting jonah some unknown decades later, being called a walking devil by him, drive further resentment coloring his past with lestat when daniel first interviewed him? what is recollection for an immortal being, if not throwing a mere ripple in time’s ocean and watching the wave effects?

- 1917 was a year rigged to burn. oh boy was it

- I do everything for Louis girlll im damn near boutta fuck u on this couch to get his attention . this is like elite levels of toxicity here. why not a chord? why not a cluster? lestat was tryna fuck boffem 😭😭😭See this why louis is a bougie creole bitty tryna keep the illusion of undeclared marriage w his progenitor over his pride. cuz if he was where im from he woulda at the very least set up the demise of ms. antoinette!

- “CHEATER! BUT I BET IF HE STARTED CHEATING U A HAD PROBLEMS” how is she predicting the episode already

- While the domestic front simmered on diet and sanctioned infidelity… Never change at all 2022!louis ur smartass mouth is everything.

- Louis winning the card game .. he can read minds na…

- AINT U GOOD AT NOTICING WHATS PLAIN BODIED MY IDOL JONAH.. louis askin WHERE U BEEN JONAH 😉❓. another perfect accent moment. & i love jonah’s accent too like its cute. it does whats needed here

- Girl hes laying it on thick like hello louis de pointe du lac n da art of macking. Aint age a day since i seen u last being a black vampire gotta be easy just say its MELATONIN…. also Jonah asking about the current bf likeee hello. how ur new dic treatin u. I think We made a fujo out sis here

- “No dont justify it baby girl u getting ur lick back” I LOVE HER OPINION HELLOOOOO.

- THERE HE IS…. THERE. HE. IS. the devil walks at night.. mrs. florence homophobia vindicated by the 1 in a kajillion chance her son was also turned into a vampire.

- “After Louis had the worst night on earth, here come this bozo [Lestat]” shes rly a louis martyr omd😭😭😭😭

- She seen lestat control all the soldiers & say “wow maybe i do wanna be a vampire”. Also she noticed his ears bleeding out after making all them leave👀 lemme find out lestat was tryna munch on some wwi soldiers & took a likkle breaky break b4hand

- “Hmpf..this tedious Negro clinging onto his Creole heritage like a liferaft” “Maybe Tom is right: Louis just a dumb pimp who got robbed blind years ago.” “That’s a ‘sir’ for you!” “THUGGISH BEHAVIOR” “Accept your place in the world…Sodomite townhouse… I am the sun” & this is why alderman fenwick needed to die be blessed!! 🥰 . Finn o’shea tricked ur ass louis his ppl turned white off ur back ..

- This is Louis’s hobby, not mine LESTAT way to sound like a condescending husband here lol

- When your mother see the devil in your eyes… that’s a hard assessment to hedge against …

- Lestat dont get its not sm bout the money but its bout the power. what it means to be a black man in power on the margins.

- Bricktop saying the colored only sign was a stupid fuckin business plan LMAOOO she knows.

- I was what- I was manic… 2022!Louis perfect mix of self awareness v. self delusion . the loss of his creole status here coupled w everything else. born inhuman off the pyres of ur former racialization

- “DA JEWISH MAN GET IT” @ Daniel saying take a Black man in america make him a vampire N FUCK W IT 😭😭😭obsessed w her assigning him jewish at first watch

- “PUT DAT WHITE BOY INA TORTURE RACK!” shes got it man.

- Top 5 louis cut throat committy moments here why is ur heart beating so fast :3 psychologically& physically gores consumes u & hangs ur corpse up top the cathedral. This moment being louis embracing hes a vampire to smite the face of white supremacy.. wow. louis turning into the princess of pan africanism talmbout mah pipo like ok man👍🏾then tellin lestot thats why you always gone be alone like oh my word

- “THEY BEEN GENTRIFYING OUR CITY FOREVER!” TELL EM !!!

- the garish display of his body … was that also ‘for your people’? UHH YES LESTAT DATS WHAT WHITE FOLK USED TO DO (STILL DO TO) NIGGAS LIKE IN REAL LIFE HISTORY BIG BRO…

- “THIS SICKO!” at lestat wanting to make this day his anniversary LOLL

- I could not save the Azalea. I could not save Storyville. I could not save the aunt on the wrong side of the wall, but I could save her…My light. My Claudia. My redemption. (contrast this view of claudia to lestat seeing her as his dark child.. generational cycles being broken (or formed anew) and new cycles of horror being started in the domestic)

- she said A+ this a good episode

[konstantintreplev]

since i woke up early on today of all days (like...my brain won't let me sleep normal hours this week or sleep much at all)

awards shows are generally pointless

the oscars are often the most pointless of them all

(although not always) (but mostly always) *deep breath*

for example, when they somehow stumble into getting it right:

like when they gave rotk the whole damn ceremony, essentially

last year's BP winner, CODA, which i genuinely love, because it was both an important step and also the most dramatically satisfying movie on the nominated list [maybe it wasn't the most cinematic. however, i'd be a member of the writer's branch, so like. i hold up story like that one pope francis meme -- on a side note. the writer's branch. is always right mofos]

or when they gave moonlight BP over fuckin' la la land [but they botched the actual delivery???]

on the other hand:

claude rains never got an oscar [nominated 4 times]

thelma ritter never got an oscar [nominated 6 times]

judy garland never got an oscar beyond her juvenile one [which was only handed out twelve times] [she only received two nominations... her entire career, for that matter]

al pacino didn't get an oscar until 1992

steve buscemi hasn't even been nominated for an oscar

a woman didn't win best director until 2009 [and before that year, a woman had only appeared in the category as a nominee three times in over seventy years of the damn thing]

there has not been a black directing winner at all yet

did i mention mel fucking gibson has a best director oscar

only 10 genre performances have won an acting award and two of those were for the Joker and another two were part of silence of the lamb's wins

woody allen has more nominations than can maybe be surpassed by anybody else in the original screenplay category [okay so uh...writer's branch you are not always right. sometimes you are really wrong.]

animated pictures, while they have made strides, are still treated as children's fare, not just on a nominations/wins level but on the level of the ceremony itself

a foreign language film! did not! win best picture! until 2019! the world itself has been making films longer than Hollywood and the Academy have existed!

...i could go on.

"but what about [insert living, active actor here who has been nominated but not won]?" you ask. there's at least hope, i say. "but what about [insert person who has never been nominated in the first place]?" you ask. more than likely, their work doesn't fit the academy's "type" in any way, shape, or form, and they're happy about it? but if it does, and they're not happy...yeah like i said the academy sucks???

the oscars are supposed to award craft, but they generally just award whoever either has momentum from the awards season-industrial complex, is an industry fave [sometimes these wins are actually good! and sometimes mel gibson gets an oscar for directing in the 90s when everybody loves him], or goddammit, they've been at this for so long and we feel bad [and sometimes, it is the best nominee in this case who wins! james ivory winning best adapted screenplay for call me by your name at 89 for example after being nominated but never winning].

the "socially relevant" oscar has actually always been a thing, but it's not because they really want to highlight the film/issue in question -- they want to feel self-important and right, most of all [the oscars are so lucky they did not exist when griffith was an active filmmaker]

i usually do watch the oscars. last year was a shit show on so many levels, but it had some moments. i usually enjoy hearing about the nominees, too! but like: the oscars are a highly english-language, live action, fiction narrative snapshot of the year of film that came before.

they're essentially good for one thing: raising awareness of films and film artists, on occasion, who would be overlooked by the movie-viewing public. and they're not even doing that right anymore. [one of the first queer films i remember loving i was introduced to because colin firth got nominated for best actor. a single man for those wondering.]

no guts no glory, though? minority report reunion in best actor, sarah polley grabs her well deserved best director nomination [she's a lock for a best adapted nomination at least], elvis and babylon get shut out [this one is partially delusional but i can Dream]

if you read all this, congrats. you might care more than me. [i just love useless facts, mostly. and i do love films and filmmaking. and these awards are a part of that process, for better or for worse] [for worse]

[xblasphcmy]

     𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟⧸𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑒 :   davina alice claire   ››   witch   ››  danielle campbell  .

❛❛   aesthetic.  ❜❜   ⸻   ◜   ❏  . ⸻ the  first  snowfall  spouting  layers  of  ivory ,  lazy  mornings  curled  up  in  black  silk  sheets  with  messy  curls  and  lacy  lingerie ,  she’s made up of silk , blood , and rose water . ⸻   ◜   ❏  . ⸻  

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*   ⸻   ◜   ❏  . ⸻  &.   a new face takes refuge under dark skies. davina alice claire, an 27/35 year old witch, is one of those from the present learning to navigate this changed world. people say behind their back that they’re tempered but the truth is that they’re really fervent. we’ll see how that helps them fit in. ⸻ *

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full name : davina alice claire .

age : 27/37 .

date of birth : december 21st.

occupation : paint restorer  .

species : witch .

language(s) spoken : english  ,  latin  ,   french  .

hair color :  brown .

eye color : green .

notable scars : one faint white scar on her upper thigh. davina wandered off on her own to the woods and got lost when she was 8. She had to climb up the tree to see if she could see her home or the road and slipped where a sharp tree branch went into her leg. she tried pulling away to get the pole out but it just tore through her whole leg, before she passed out due to blood loss . if it wasn’t for ( wanted con. ) davina would have probably died of blood loss if not the cold exposure of the woods . X

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positive : fervent  ,  strong willed .

negative : tempered  ,  unpredictable .

moral alignment : chaotic neutral .

deadly sin : lust .

hogwarts house : slytherpuff .

element : fire .

emotional stability : it’s stable on the darker side .

alcohol use : socially .

prone to violence? : when provoked .

drives / motivations : herself .

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father : unknown .

mother : cordelia claire . †

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davina growing up :

―  Born and raised in NOLA to a mother who was controlling as she was, she only cared about the coven. never paid any attention to davina unless it was beneficial to her. because having davina was not part of her plans.

―  Her father is out of the picture but the coven hated him because he did magic against him and did expression. that’s all she knows about her father.

―  When the coven choose her, davina’s mother was finally proud. For the first time davina saw her smile. But not because of her…But because of the power davina would bring. She never cared about davina living or dying , she only cared about the magic that would fuel the coven.

―  So when the harvest finally came, davina’s excitement and pride of being there turned to fear when they were being killed on sight.  Davina witnessed her three friends, Monique, Abigail, and Cassie all being sacrificed in the ritual, but she was with the powers she gain from all 3 she managed to kill some of the witches ( including her own mother ) when marcel interfered and took her chance.

the rest is history which you can find HERE .  

― Since coming dying and coming back when the hollow brought her back, she didn’t bring davina back fully as in her soul isn’t completely whole ( since the ancestors Shattered them when davina died a while back ) so she has these dark impulses moments borderline without much morality but its somewhat there .

― as of now she’s looking for a way to turn into a vampire and keep her witch status so heretics and siphoners are very interesting subject for her. along with trying to fill a void she’s been feeling . but being thrusted into this new world has her plans set back and now wondering what this all means to have people from the past , present , and future all in one place.

[kshira]

—filthy rich

a bet//making you cum//rich boy sakusa//that’s it//that’s the tweet

18+ content//minors dni

wc: 2,066

18+ content, cursing, f!reader, blushy sakusa, fingering, soft dom sakusa (?), alcohol consumption, mentions of alcohol, reader slightly buzzed, smut in general

+ this is my piece for the rich boy collab, i thank @bakugohoex for letting me join & be sure to check out the rest of the wonderful event!

//“wanna make a bet, pretty boy?” atsumu grins, raising his glass to his lips, raking his eyes over the crowds of people until he makes you his target.

“the bet being?” sakusa says, meeting eye contact with you then bashfully taking the gaze away.

“well i’m bored, a little horny and that pool girl over there looks pretty fuckin’ hot” atsumu takes the glass gulping the last of the whiskey before slamming it back down.

sakusa shutters when he hears the glass crack at the metal table, his nerves are building but the alcohol soothes it—somewhat.

lavish cars fill his garages, endless expensive clothes pack sakusa’s closets, and the infinity amount of money suffused his bank account.

yet sakusa doesn’t understand why he feels numb, his money attracts everything and anyone—his bed never stays empty neither does his wallet but his soul—hollow.

“lets see who can fuck her first but more importantly who can make her cum first” atsumu wipes the brown liquor from his lips before giving sakusa a little push “you first omi.”

sakusa stumbles forward but takes the stride into your path around the pool, slowly walking in your direction watching you scoop the towels from vacant chairs and wiping down tables as you go.

“you do an exceptional job.. as a pool girl..fuck why did i say that, hi hello” sakusa covers his pink covered cheeks, eyeing the way your hips sway a certain way as you finish wiping down a chair.

“is this your way of hitting on me?” you chuckle, turning around to face the unknown force behind you—unexpectedly he wasn’t an old creep this time.

sakusa was in no doubt a beautiful man but where to start? that was what your eyes kept doing.

you started with his hair, the way he certainly tried to mask the curls in gel but the summer heat brought them spiraling down over his face, his pale skin adorned his muscles carved within and the most catching part you found about him was those beauty marks perfectly placed on his face.

“what time do you get off?” sakusa avoids your eyes when he mutters the words out, of course he knows he’s attractive but rejection never settled well with him.

“mm, well if you rub me just right i usually get off pretty quickly” you try to conceal the smile you have watching sakua’s eyes widen by your bold statement, you notice it doesn’t take much to get a reaction from him—you wonder that with other parts of him.

“j-just give me your number and text me when you get off— off work” sakusa coldly states and turns around as quickly as he got there leaving a confused look from you and a hysterical atsumu in the background.

you had seen this famous sakusa before, anybody flocked to him at every social event you unfortunately attended for the filthy disgusting rich, cleaning up behind them and taking their harsh coated words just for the sake of a little bit of money.

sakusa was placed in this group by his fame nonetheless and the staggering amount of money he’d collected through his growing career, so fuck it you think, might as well play this game he’d started—eat the rich instead of them devoring you for a change.

your text to sakusa left unanswered for a brief moment to give you some time to unwind and relax including a well deserved bottle of expensive champagne and a hot shower.

but as the alcohol finally started soaking in your phone lit up and the engine of a car in your apartment complex turned off.

kiyoomi sakusa was here, with all that fame and glory.

he was casually leaning on a ferrari, typical you thought for him to pull up in a car more expensive than anything you owned all together—filthy rich with the looks to double the amount.

“come in” you wave him into your apartment, watching him check his phone again and stride to your spot right inside your home.

“interesting..place” sakusa grunts, taking his shoes off and the door and shyly walking closer to the living room before planting his heavy body down on the couch.

“not up to your standards i guess?” you joke, crawling beside him on the couch, your fingers grazing his chest for stability—he’s nervous with a sweat beading around his dark curls and that tint of pink on his cheeks you’ve started to like on him.

“enough of the small talk, you know why i’m here we texted enough to get on first name basis and for you to know i’m not a creep or anything but—“ sakusa pauses to watch your expression, wide eyed and full of curiosity it kind of pains him to explain further.

“go on” you hum, swiping a piece of hair behind your ear scooting closer to him and to add a little bit of spice your hand stays dormant on his thigh.

“it was a bet to sleep with you but that’s something that we don’t have to do or anything like that—the other part of the bet is useless to talk about but i just had to make it look like i was actually doing the bet so i wouldn’t get ragged on by my friend..” sakusa is afraid to look at you, his eyes staying down at the floor memorizing the patterns of the hardwood floor.

“the bet.. what’s the other part?” you’re genuinely curious but if anything the fact that this rich boy is wanting to walk away in shame and defeat has you wondering—tasting for something else.

“to..make you.. c-cum and i was chosen to go first” sakusa leans back on the couch, wanting to melt into it entirely from embarrassment.

“is that so? i did say it didn’t take much to get me off” you smile back, peeling his large palms from his red cheeks to see a sly smile hiding under it.

“it’s been awhile for me so don’t have great expectations” sakusa chuckles interlocking his fingers with yours and moving inches closer till your lips can just almost touch.

there wasn’t time to take in his kiss when his tongue already started gently touching the walls inside your mouth, the sweet liquor still lingered and mixed with the champagne you had drunk; it was a divine taste.

sakusa went first taking his clothes off, starting with his shirt that colored your old wooden floors, his upper body was on display and fuck did it look good.

the ridges that filled his stomach formed remarkable abs, his skin flashed an ivory stain and those beauty marks created mini constellations all over.

an idea had tainted your mind for awhile, his beautiful body so clean and pure— needed something on it.

“do you mind if i pour this champagne on you?” your finger taps on the glass whilst your other hand draws circles on his bare chest.

“if you clean up the mess you’re going to start” sakusa holds his bottom lip between his teeth as you’d already started pouring the golden liquid all over his stomach.

“i planned to” your tongue drags away the champagne, licking all where it flows but never leaving his skin—you can feel sakusa’s body tremble at every lap you place on him and the bulge under your ass keeps growing bigger.

you gaze up to see him and a hazed lustful sakusa groans back at you, his cheeks dusted pink all over again with that growing bulge under you throbbing at this point.

“do you want me to go further? since you haven’t done this in awhile i can—“ you wince when sakusa pulls your face up by your cheeks, his palms practically swallowing your face whole.

“i said i haven’t done this in a while not that i don’t know how to fuck you” he takes you in another kiss, devouring your lips with his own swirling his tongue around the champagne laying shallow in your mouth.

sakusa decided the sweet taste isn’t enough, he’s growing tired of his hardened dick just rubbing under you, he needs release soon.

“tell me, how does a pool girl like you have chardonnay champagne?” sakusa smirks, pulling your flimsy shirt off to reveal your tits; you shake from the exposed air fluttering to your skin leaving your nipples perked to a draw.

“i think compensation like expensive drinks are well deserved after dealing with rich fucking pricks all day” sakusa leans down listening to your reply, kissing your bare skin till he reaches your breasts.

“this rich fucking prick is about to fuck you though, you pretty little thing” his tongue wraps around one nipple sucking so slightly, you dance your fingers through the strands of his curls—the moan that escaped from your throat define that sakusa is in command.

“f-fuck feels good” you squeak, your voice stays rippled in your lungs—you don’t want to feel this good by a lick or a touch but the way sakusa is treating your body it’s a reflex now.

sakusa moves on to the other perked nipple, treating this one with more attention and while you’re caught up in the pulses your pussy is vibrating he slowly slings his hand down to your shorts, slipping them off and sinking one finger in.

“fuck—so wet, wet for me huh?” he groans into your tits, taking action in your messy hole, scissoring and moving with ease he’s already able to slip another one right in.

you want to answer him but you just don’t care too, you’re so caught up feeling his tongue trace a rotation on your perked breasts and his fingers plunging in your velvet walls that whatever you want to say fills right in with the orgasm you’re about to pull out.

sakusa feels you clamping down on his thick fingers, he knows you’re about to cum and he could walk away right afterwards with his winning bet but with your mouth agape, eyes glossy from the pleasure and you moaning for nobody but him—he wants inside of you.

you're reaching the top of your peak fast, your flowing essence tingling down your toes all you think about is him, his thick fingers and when you start to cum all on his fingers now you’re thinking about his dick.

“taste so good, so fucking good” sakusa pulls away from your cunt, his fingers soaked with the tips of them dripping in your cum and going right in his mouth.

god, did he have to do that?

“want you—want you in me now” you plead, palming at his pants and rubbing at his still stiff cock; you’re no one to beg but fuck you’re doing it now.

“such a good girl for me letting me make you cum, this time i’m gonna cum with you, yeah?” sakusa places a kiss on cheek trailing down your neck while he slips the rest of his clothes off and with the last drop of his clothes off you feel his knees dip in on the couch around you and that first stroke in.

of course measured with his height you’d known he’d be big but that soothing burn into your soaking pussy was the pure, uneducated guess he’d be this big.

but fuck did he reach that spot you couldn’t touch with your fingers, the way he’d bend your knees straight to your chest to get right at your cervix and you’d be goddamned if his dick didn’t rub right in your clit for safe measures.

“i’m not going to last when you feel this good but fuck i wanna” sakusa heaves, bringing his chest flushed to your knees, pressing down harder so he’s so balls deep he’s connected one with your soul.

“you gonna cum so soon huh? cum in this pussy” you moan out, digging nails in him and clenching so hard it’s cutting the blood flow down below on him.

“yeah? that what you want? fill this messy hole with my cum? god you’re so something else” sakusa fucks you faster till his balls are slapping at your wet thighs and his breathing matches with his speed.

“i’m gonna cum, i can’t hold it—fuck!” he bites down on your shoulder before stalling to fill you entirely up.

with a bet like this, you wonder how his other friend is going to fuck you//

[annethepancake]

30-Day Movie Challenge here. Part 2/3. Part 1. Part 3.

11. My guilty pleasure movie: Wilde (1997) Fuck toxic boyfriends but young Jude Law was soooo pretty in this, it convinced me that maybe Oscar Wilde had a point when he fell so madly in love with this god awful little brat named Bosie.

12. An underrated movie I want people to watch: Beautiful Boy (2018) It’s not underrated I don’t think, it’s just a lesser known film starring Timothée Chalamet. Aside from Timmy’s phenomenal performance, the message of this movie is really clear and really helpful. Watch this and never, ever do drugs.

13. A movie whose color scheme I love: Amélie (2001) If you know my photography skills you know I’m awful and always use saturation to try to distract you from it. I do like vibrant colors and saturation, and while The Grand Budapest Hotel could have been an obvious choice I just prefer the warm and vibrant colors here in Amélie, the colors themselves just told the story so well.

14. My favorite female director: Emerald Fennell She directed her debut feature length movie (Promising Young Woman) while pregnant with her first child. And it’s a masterpiece that won her an Oscar. Phenomenal work. She’s also one of the screenwriters for Killing Eve, which is amazing as well.

15. A film that discusses mental health: Eighth Grade (2018) Such an important movie (for kids and adults alike) and the way it’s played out is a tad too real, and so well executed. Bo Burnham did a great job on this and he deserves every praise he got from such an outstanding work. The mental health issue that the film discusses: Anxiety in teenagers in a world of social media.

16. A movie I keep coming back to: Scott Pilgrim vs. The World (2010) Every time anyone breathes “comedy” around me, there I am with my “Ooooh you should totally watch Scott Pilgrim”. But really it’s such a clever comedy and I would be offended if you watched with me and didn’t like it :< Not to mention the awesome soundtrack!

17. That mood changer movie: Brokeback Mountain (2005) My heart still aches for these two honestly. And it really did change a whole industry. I wrote about it here.

18. A quote I admire from my favorite movie: Maurice (1987)

“I was yours till death if you’d care to keep me once, but I’m someone else’s now, and he’s mine in a way that shocks you. Why don’t you stop being shocked and attend to your own happiness?”

You know how I feel about Maurice. It is such a shame that this quote is not included in the final cut, but it’s such an important scene. Briefly about the movie: Maurice was gay in the 1910’s England, where homosexuality was a crime punishable by jail time and hard labor. He met Clive who made him discover that about himself, but then Clive decided to conform to societal norms and left to marry a woman. This quote is from the speech (the “fuck you” speech as the fandom likes to call) that Maurice delivered to Clive right before leaving to roam the greenwood with Alec (his new love interest) and never returning. This quote really captures how much Maurice was now sure of himself and knew who he was, which he never had been before, and marks the moment he decided to pursue his own happiness and flip off the entire England with its social stratification and homophobia.

19. A movie based on a true story: Hidden Figures (2016) This movie shone a light onto a story I never knew existed before: Black women’s contribution to freakin’ NASA! All of the three women were so phenomenal and I’m so glad I got to know them through the performances of three equally awesome actresses.

20. My favorite cinematographer: James Ivory I don’t know a lot of cinematographers, but James Ivory used to be an art director, so movies like Maurice and Call Me By Your Name and A Room With A View do have a lot of his touch of art, and I like all of the visuals in these films, so there we go.

[missvelvetsstuff]

Fridays Place

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Chapter 14

Note: I don't want to sound needy or anything but some feedback would be awesome. "You're A super talented genius" "Your writing is transcendent" "You write like a 3rd grader" "Dont give up your day job" just be nice when you tell me how bad it sucks.

Warnings: Swearing, angst

When Friday woke up from her nap it was almost dark outside. She rubbed her sore eyes and groaned, hearing Nat puttering around in the kitchen. Friday got up to use the bathroom and splash some cold water on her face.

She slowly wandered out to the kitchen "Nat, you don't have to cook. I'm not really hungry. You can go home, I'll be alright"

Nat scoffed "What kind of girlfriend would I be if I left you all alone after the day you've had? I cleared my schedule for tomorrow and Wanda is on her way over with a basket full of edible treats and dark chocolate. I'm making tacos and you can have a margarita or two. We can watch some stupid movies, or stand up if you want. Eddie Izzard has a new special, I know you like him. We can paint our nails or braid our hair and talk trash about men in general."

Friday shook her head "I'm really not up for socializing, Nat. I'll try to eat a little but I want to go back to bed."

Nat chuckled "You say that like I was asking. Plans are made, food is cooking and Wanda is already on the road. We aren't leaving you alone again moya lyubov. Maybe if you're good I'll help you with some stress relief. After Wanda falls asleep."

Friday blushed "Won't your new beau mind? It's been forever since we-" she leaned into Nat and started to kiss her when Wanda texted Nat that she was around the corner. Friday moaned into the kiss but they both pulled away when Nats phone dinged.

Nat smiled "What Steve doesn't know won't hurt him and we aren't exclusive yet."

Friday smirked "Wanda already does know but you always insist on waiting till she falls asleep. You woke her up last time."

Nat blushed "It's not my fault you have such a wicked tongue. I know she knows, I know, I just don't want her to feel left out."

Friday laughed "Why should she, she has Vis and once told me she thinks we're both hot af but girls just aren't her thing."

Nat smiled "I know, I was there when she said it, you were just too baked to remember. It's just, you and I have known each other longer, have been lovers, are both perpetually single and she was already married and pregnant when they bought their house here. Sometimes I catch her looking at us a little, wistfully, I guess. Now lets go help her bring her stuff in."

They went outside and greeted Wanda with hugs and kisses. When they had everything organized they sat in the living room to eat and watch Eddie Izzards new special. The first time he had them all laughing, they remembered why frozen drinks and stand up comedy are not a good combination so they paused the show, put some music on and chatted while they ate.

They all avoided mentioning Bucky and Brock, trying to keep it light. Friday made Nat spill about her and Steve, Wanda gushed about her boys, Friday told Wanda about the new horses and promised to take Wanda out to meet them in the morning. She remembered Hilde and Becca and a flash of hurt crossed her face but she wiped it away.

The three of them hadn't had any real time together since before Brock and they all needed the time to unwind. They finished Eddie Izzard and another comedy special that prime recommend before Wanda started to doze off. Friday sent her to bed and told her to get comfortable while they cleaned up the mess.

After the kitchen was cleaned up Nat and Friday headed down the hall to her bedroom until Nat pulled her past the door to the spare room. The only light in the room streamed through the blinds from the moon, Friday admired Nat ivory skin and red hair.

Nat found Friday's hands and pulled her closer "I've missed you, moya lyubov. So much but are you sure you're ready for this? I don't want to upset or scare you." Nat reached up and threaded her fingers into Friday's hair, pulling her down to Nats level. "Can I kiss you? Can I taste you, moya lyubov?"

Friday whispered "Yes, please, my sweet Natalia." and leaned down with her mouth partially open, tongue darting down to her lower lip.

Like it always did with them, it started soft, gentle, searching, asking and answering but didn't take long to become hungry, passionate. Until Friday pulled away, eyes filled with tears.

Friday looked at Nat sadly, then down at her own hands. "I'm so sorry, I just, I can't."

Nat shushed her "No apologies, remember. I'm always here. Let's get to bed before Wanda takes up the whole thing" she lead Friday into her bedroom and they cuddled up together, Friday's head on Nats chest and their legs tangled together. Nat rubbed her back until they both fell asleep.

Bucky sat in the dark and drank while love songs filled the air, songs to slit your wrist by. He had sobbed for a long while but was out of tears. Now he was just sitting in the dark, almost finished with his bottle of scotch. He had lost track of the time and didn't much care in his drunken haze. He tried to stay awake because his dreams were full of explosions and hospitals then faded into Friday yelling in pain and crying as Brock defiled her until they ended with the look on her face as he tore into her yesterday but he was too wrung and kept nodding off. He jolted awake, preferring the replayed memories of losing his arm to Friday's tear covered face that he caused. When he woke enough to work out where he was he tried to grab the bottle of scotch to finish it off and when it was empty he threw it at the wall.

Buckys stomach was already sour but that last gulp of scotch pushed it over the edge and he felt the wretch but couldn't get up so sat and emptied his stomach onto himself then passed out.

The slam of the front door startled Bucky out of his fugue and the sunlight on his face hurt. He tried to cover his eyes with his arm but it was covered in his own puke, the smell turning his stomach again making him heave.

Steve looked down at Bucky and shook his head "What did you do to yourself, punk?"

Bucky mumbled incoherently and Steve rolled his eyes then turned to Sam "come on, lets get him to the shower"

Sam pinched his nose "Do I have to touch him? Why don't we just drag him outside in the chair and hose his foul ass down." He turned to look at Bucky "Fuck, Barnes. You're lucky you were sitting and not laying down, you'd have drowned in your own vomit"

Bucky heaved again but there was nothing left to throw up.

Steve patted his face "Alright asshole, lets get you cleaned up. You're lucky I love your dumb ass. I'd leave you to soak in it."

Sam smirked "What if I don't love him? He didn't protect me from bullies when I was a kid. He made his own damn bed."

Steve gave Sam his disappointed dad look and Sam sighed "I kinda hate both of you right now. Come on princess, lets get your dumb ass cleaned up."

Buckys friends pushed him in the chair to the guest bath since it was the closest shower, sat Bucky down on the shower floor and turned the cold water on.

Bucky woke up sputtering at the cold "What the? Who? Steve god dammit, you ruined my suit"

Steve and Sam both laughed and Sam told him "I'm pretty sure your toxic puke did that before we got here. You'll just have to write this one off."

Bucky grabbed his head "toxic puke? What the hell happened last night?"

Steve shook his head "You'll probably wish you didn't know but you blew it with the woman of your dreams and apparently tried to drink your weight in scotch"

Bucky rubbed his face "Woman of my dr-. Oh fuck! I did, didn't I. Jesus I'm an asshole. She's probably better off without me, obviously I can't be the man that she needs"

Sam shook his head and sighed "I never took you for a quitter, man but you're right. I'm sure she could do better. Easier to make excuses and give up than try to be that man for her. I'm sure all your girls have missed you. One woman is just as good as any other, right?"

Bucky shook his head, then groaned when his headache spiked "I used to think that but I know better now. No woman will ever be as good and that's why she deserves better than me."

Steve looked at Bucky pointedly "I'm glad you didn't give up so easy when your jeep hit that ied but I guess you're not as strong as we thought. Lemme grab you another bottle before I go."

Bucky pulled off his suit and cleaned himself up before turning the water off and wrapping a towel around his waist "I know what you're trying to do Steve but this isn't about fear or running away, it's about loving someone enough to let them go"

Steve laughed "You're so full of shit I'm surprised your eyes aren't brown. This is ALL about fear. Its easier to run away and hide your feelings into random pussy than to be a man, apologize and try to make things right.

I'm here to tell you that you will regret it for the rest of your life if you don't try.  But I guess that's a you problem. I, on the other hand, need to go check on the woman of my dreams before she thinks I'm as bad as you are."

Steve left the room.

Bucky looked at Sam "His dreams? Who is he talking about?"

Sam laughed "Beats me but considering how quickly he knew about your fuck up yesterday, I'm guessing a red haired ballerina has worked her way under his skin"

Buckys brow furrowed "Fridays friend? She was there when I saw Friday yesterday. That would explain a lot, actually."

They sat silently for a few minutes until Bucky picked his head up "What do I do, Sammy? How do I fix this?"

Sam sighed "I don't know, man. You really know how to fuck things up on an epic level. You spent all that time with her so know her better than I do. What might make her feel better?"

Bucky groaned "I don't know, we never talked about relationship stuff. I'll send some flowers, girls always like that. Maybe some jewelry." He grabbed his phone to the florist he has saved and set up a delivery of a huge bouquet of pink roses and lillies as they were good apology flowers. Then he called his jeweler and had a pair of diamond stud earrings with a matching tennis bracelet sent.

He saw the calls and texts from his mother and from Becca but he just sent a quick text to his mother, asking her to keep Becca another night and ignored the rest.

Sam shook his head "She doesn't seem the jewelry type to me, more the sincere and heartfelt apology kind of girl but good luck."

Bucky grinned "I've been dealing with angry and hurt women a lot more than you have, I think I can handle an apology"

"While I'm glad your self esteem is good, I don't think you should treat the woman of your dreams like you treat all your other girls but..." Sam shrugged

Bucky smirked "Trust me, I know what I'm doing."

When Friday woke up she was sandwiched tightly between Wanda and Nat in a tangle of limbs. Having her friends close was comforting but she really needed to pee. She tried to extricate herself without waking the others but every time she moved a limb clear, it wandered right back where it started.

She cleared her throat "Wanda? Natty? I need to get up and use the bathroom. Y'all need to let me go."

There was mumbling from both women that turned into snoring. Friday sighed, she really hoped it wouldn't come to this but she had no choice and started tickling Wanda along her side, until Wanda slapped her in the face. Friday laughed and shoved Wanda off of the bed before dashing over to the bathroom before Wanda could start complaining.

When Friday came out of the bathroom Wanda was sitting on the side of the bed grumbling. Friday beamed at her and started getting dressed to go feed, patting Wanda on the head as she passed.

Friday made it to the barn before she realized what she was doing and froze for a minute, looking around. The house seemed so far away and she felt exposed and threatened. She closed her eyes and shook her head, she was tired of letting her fear run her life. She opened her eyes and headed into the barn but when she walked in the bad feelings returned and she felt trapped. Friday wanted to go back to the house but it was too far and she felt the panic attack coming on so she ducked into Destrys stall and hid in the corner, crying.

Peter and MJ showed up a little while later and didn't realize Friday was there until they got to Destrys stall. She was curled up in the corner with tears still running down her cheeks. Destry was rubbing his head on hers until he heard them coming and turned towards them as though he was standing guard over Friday.

Peter saw her first and noted her red eyes so spoke to her gently "Hey boss. It's good to see you out here. You ok?"

Friday shook her head "I, I don't know how I got out here but I can't go back. Nat is in the house, can you call her please?"

Peter nodded but saw Nat coming before he could grab his phone. He jerked his head towards Friday and opened the stall door for Nat.

Nat went in, let Destry know it was ok and talked Friday down until she was able to get her up and walking back to the house.

"Come on love. Let's get you some food."

As they walked up to the door Nat saw a florist truck out front and left Friday on the porch for a moment to help them. She came back with the flowers that Bucky sent. They were a bit much but Nat figured he had a lot to make up for.

"Apparently Barnes sent these. Do you want me to throw them away."

Friday scoffed "He's an idiot if he thinks this will make up for yesterday but its not the flowers fault, just bring them in."

Nat cleared her throat "They came with this box" and handed Friday a long and narrow jewelry box.

Friday looked at it skeptically, her eyes going wide when she saw the jewelry inside. She shook her head "Beautiful but not me. He must have called for his I'm sorry special. With all his girls he probably gets a discount." She handed the box to Nat "Can you give this to Steve to return to him?" Nat nodded.

A few hours later, when Steve showed up after stopping by Fridays to see Nat for a minute he handed the box to Bucky and he lost it.

Looking at Steve with the box in his hand he yelled "Goddammit!! What did I tell you? Fucking! Ungrateful!"

And slammed the box down on the counter. "I'm going over there to talk to her, she can't just-"

Steve cut him off "She can and she did. How could you be dumb enough to send her the same shit you send your girls when you miss a date? She's not like them. You better learn that before it's too late. I don't think she is going to be into expensive gifts and she's strong enough to know she doesn't need a man who doesn't get her. Try harder"

Bucky scowled at him "I'm Bucky fucking Barnes I don't have to try. Women come to me and beg to come back."

Steve just laughed "Not this one. You better change up tactics before she's finished with you. If it's not too late already. And calm your ass down if you want to talk to her."

Bucky groaned "I've never done so much for a woman only to be rejected like this. I don't know what to do."

He went to grab a fresh bottle of scotch out and took a swig straight from the bottle.

Steve grabbed it before it got to Buckys mouth. "You won't find your answer in there, jerk. Your ego is what got you into this mess and you'll need to push it down if you want to find a way out."

Bucky looked up at his best friend since childhood "So what do I do?"

Nat and Wanda went home after lunch so Friday sat alone in her house with Alpine purring in her lap, looking at the huge bouquet of flowers and trying to figure it out. They were beautiful but felt hollow. She would have much preferred Bucky to come in person with a real apology but as the day waned that seemed more and more unlikely. It wouldn't have absolved him right away but would have been better than his gross displays of wealth. All the time they spent together and he still knew nothing about her, nothing real. She had started to think maybe there could be something between them but after the way he yelled at her and then sent expensive stuff in an attempt to appease her made Friday wonder if he had been listening to her or if he was just trying to get in her pants after all.

She sighed, ate an edible and forced herself to go outside and sit on the porch. She chatted with some of the riders and their parents as they were leaving.

When Peter and MJ came up to say goodnight ahe asked "Has Becca been here at all?"

Peter looked down "No, that's 2 days. I didn't think Barnes would be able to keep her away from Hilde."

Friday nodded, "Me either but we had a bit of a falling out so I don't know when they will be back. Make sure you take Hilde out for some exercise if Becca doesn't make it tomorrow."

Peter's brow furrowed "Falling out? Sounded much worse than that when I spoke to Nat. Don't worry, we'll take care of Hilde."

"Yeah, it wasn't great. Probably for the best. You kids go home and relax. I'll see you tomorrow." Friday waved them off and went inside to find something to eat. While she ate she played on her phone and thought about contacting Bucky. She decided that he must not really be interested if he sent a gift that he should know wouldn't impress her and didn't even bother trying to speak with her directly.

Friday was a little sad that he hadn't tried harder but it convinced her that he either wasn't very sorry or really interested in her. Like she told Peter, it's probably for the best.

Chapter 15

[falconcoast]

the prince and the scholar | albedo x reader.

his royal highness, crown prince of mondstadt, heir apparent to the kreideprinz throne, firstborn to queen rhinedottir, albedo, is currently missing from the first ball of the social season. sent by his mother, you run to fetch him, only to come back with more than just a prince in your arms. 

au; royal au!!

warnings: none!! 

a/n: whoever recommended fairy fountain orchestra version for what to listen to while writing this ily. also!! the title and the story is in reference to the book that klee mentions in my other albedo one-shot, “routine”, which you can find here :D i’ve always loved the concept of prince albedo so here we are ^-^!! message me if you wanna say anything!!

albedo’s tower seemed like its own castle. at the base of the crown prince’s residence, there was a courtyard, and a reflecting pool bordered by topiary bushes and cecilias ordered by him. the tower stood on the cliffs overlooking the shores of cider lake. the walls secluding his garden left him separated from most of the rest of the royal residence. 

you opened the door to his courtyard, quietly shutting it behind you. walking forward, you looked at yourself in the pool. the moon and stars reflected on its waters, and a faint light emanated from the palace’s windows. looking at yourself, you certainly could pass for royalty in the clothes that you wore. white cape, jewel-studded overcoat, and hair neatly done, it would seem as though you were more royal than a resident scholar. ball music and chatter seemed distant now, as you entered your own little world hidden by the brick walls. 

as you approached the tower, you looked above, finding the crown prince hidden behind an easel. albedo was bedecked in royal garments belonging to that of the highest nobility. his cloak rested on his shoulders and draped onto the floor as he was sitting, and you could only imagine that the stars bedecking the cloth were splayed out on the marble floor. his gold crown sat on a table filled with the finest oil paints, glimmering against the thin light from his room. 

“your highness,” you called, putting your hands on your hips. “your mother, rhinedottir, has called for you, and has for the last hour.”

he didn’t reply, blissfully dabbing his paintbrush onto the canvas. his face was perfectly neutral, but even in this light, you found him beautiful. the moonlight highlighted his blonde hair to be that of snow, and blue eyes the color of the lake before him. 

“his royal highness, albedo, crown prince of mondstadt, heir apparent to the kreideprinz throne, firstborn to queen rhinedottir,” you sighed, looking up at the balcony, only to not see him move. “your highness--”

“i thought we agreed to forgo honorifics,” he replied, raising an eyebrow but not letting his gaze stray from the easel. he continued to paint, and you took that as your cue to enter his residence. 

the marble staircase climbed up the center of the tower, with wide windows looking out to the courtyard. you ascended, looking at the various paintings on each of the walls. the sight was familiar, as for the last year or so, you had spent much of your time here. 

you had been originally called to the capital city from sumeru as ordered by the prince himself. albedo, as you got to know him, was more interested in becoming a scholar like yourself than he was a prince. he was an intellectual, preferring to spend his time among his books over other nobles during tea time. his grasp on alchemical concepts was almost as immediate as yours. albedo was a brilliant mind, and you respected him as such. 

reluctantly, you opened the door to his bedroom. it was as neat and tidy as he was, with cream-colored sheets neatly folded over the mattress. the desk, despite being full of books and tools for alchemy, was organized. the vanity, where he should have been preparing for the ball, was empty. only the gentle light from the staircase illuminated the otherwise moonlit room. 

you neared him, looking at the ivory silk cape that trailed from the balcony and inside. the balcony was just wide enough for the easel, albedo, a table for his crown and paints, and an empty chair. you sidestepped his starry cloak, looking at the gold details. he continued to paint, white clothes on and all. “your mother is looking for you,” you said, leaning against the doorway. 

“really now?” he hummed as he switched brushes. “so, she has sent you for me.” 

“yes, your highness.” 

“tell her that i have no interest in coming down.”

“it’s the first of the social season,” you said, sitting down next to him. your eyes caught gaze on his blue and gold sash. on his neck sat his vision, decorating the center of his collar. his epaulette sat dutifully on his shoulders. “it would be a shame to see that the prince is absent.” 

“and why would i go, when i’m enjoying myself here?” he countered stubbornly and softly. the paintbrush met the canvas again. 

you took note of what he was drawing. it was a portrait of the view overlooking the balcony and to the lake. the details were precise and immaculate, with the shading of the water’s waves, and the tiny leaves on the topiary bushes’ branches. it was a wonderful painting indeed.  

“your highness, her majesty will not be pleased,” you tried again, and without success. “this is my first noble event as well. i...i would like your guidance in the ballroom.” 

for a moment, he paused, before setting down his brush. “your first ball, you say?” albedo murmured, setting down his brush. “for a scholar like yourself, a royal ball would be something out of a fairytale, would it not?”

“i suppose.”

“then i shall do my best to make it your best gala,” he said, rising from his chair and offering you a hand. you pulled yourself up, looking at his gentle blue eyes. “hand me my crown, y/n.” 

with gloved hands, you reached for his golden diadem that had been passed down for eons since mondstadt’s founding. its details included the star crest of the kreideprinz family, and small details of the family flower, the cecilia. the diamonds of the crown glimmered under the moon, and you placed it on his unruly blond head of hair. he looked like a real life storybook hero, one that children would fawn over when read to at the fountain square. you couldn’t help but feel a little enamored with him, too. 

when albedo’s eyes met yours, he only let out the ghost of a laugh. his shoulders shifted as he gracefully swept his cloak behind him, and he offered a hand to you. you took it gratefully, and started your descent down the stairs. 

there was no conversation between the two of you as the two of you headed outside of the tower. the crown prince’s cape fluttered against the night winds, the only sound besides the fragments of conversation and music from the main hall of the castle. you gazed upon moonlit cecilias, as you crossed by the reflection pool. 

opening the door from the prince’s residence, you were met the royal gardens. like albedo’s courtyard, it was lined with reflecting pools and cecilias. its stairs led up to the castle, where the shadows of ballgown dresses swayed against the chandelier light. the orchestra was louder now as you both approached the ballroom.

“y/n,” albedo said, tenderly tugging on your arm. quietly, he cleared his throat and tucked his hands behind his back. “do i...do i look alright?”

looking back at him, you studied him with a smile. “of course you do, your highness,” you whispered, patting his arm. briefly, you aired your thoughts of his beauty. “you always look beautiful.” 

“and i, you,” he said. turning once more, you tucked your hand in his, beginning to walk once more. suddenly, he stopped you, and you turned back with curious eyes. “y/n?”

“yes?”

“may i ask for your hand in a dance?” albedo asked. “it would be beneficial that you and i dance before going in front of the nobles and my mother.”

your face burned hotter than when one of his experiments blew up in front of your eyes. shyly, you presented your hand to the blond prince. “yes, you may.”

gracefully, he laid his lips on the back of your gloved hand. even through the silk cloth, you could feel the warmth of those soft, very kissable, pink lips. his hands intertwined with yours as he began to take the lead. accompanied only with the faint reverb of the orchestra, he began waltzing perfectly, eyes cast only onto yours. you could hear the ghost of a hum come from his chest. “right foot forward, and then to the left,” he addressed in an ethereal tone. “my, you’re quite talented at this. are you sure you’re a scholar and not a royal?” 

“i’m flattered, your highness, but the credit should go to you,” you replied bashfully, “you are nothing short of prince charming.” 

he twirled you around at that moment, face hidden for a moment, but cheeks stained a bright red. he dipped you down by the waist scandalously and suddenly, face close to yours. your expression turned to that of flustered concern, but albedo’s face only observed your features. his eyes shimmered in the moonlight as his lips almost brushed against yours. 

suddenly, he pulled you back up again, letting go of your hands. “apologies. i got carried away,” he expressed his regret, pulling away with a faraway look in his eyes. 

“no worries,” you said, drawing your hands close to your chest. “now, shall we go to the ballroom?”

“y/n,” he said once more, looking up at your figure on the staircase. you tilted your head in response, waiting for his statement. “perhaps it is rude of me to say, but i wish to be selfish with you for a moment more.”  

he ascended the stairs until he was a step beneath you. taking your hand in his own, he thumbed the back of your hand. he looked up at you with searching azure eyes, and you stared back in anticipation. “we are in quite a compromising position,” you whispered. “what will the nobles say, your highness?” 

“call me by my real name, albedo,” he interrupted, shaking his head. 

“albedo,” you addressed once more as his face seemed to get infinitely closer to yours. your heart began to beat even louder, and veins rushing with adrenaline. “what are you trying to get at?”

“can i kiss you?” he asked bluntly, observing your reaction. your face bloomed with heat as you tried to still your pounding heart. he looked back at you with eager eyes. 

“yes,” you responded eventually, before placing a hand on his chest and leaning your head down. his hand met your face and cupped it gently as his lips met yours. they were effortlessly soft and gentle, just as the prince himself was. it was like how you imagined how a true fairytale prince would kiss you, and as the music crescendoed and flooded the royal garden, you felt like you were in a storybook meant for children. 

albedo let go of you eventually, holding you by the waist. “you are simply divine,” he breathed out, cheeks stained the color of a setting sun. the shadows of ballgowns and suits waiting for his arrival seemed to not be on his mind, and nor were they on yours. 

“and you are simply enchanting,” you whispered, before leaning down to kiss your prince once more.

[dailyadventureprompts]

Dungeon: Zenith Palace

Like many grand estates, a series of spoken and unspoken rules govern all aspects of life across the grounds of this fantastical structure. 

The First rule? 

Don’t look down. 

This dungeon is part of a larger adventure path “A Kingdom Washed Away”, which you can find the rest of @dailyadventureprompts​

Setup:  At once a splendorous home and a piece of art centuries in the making, Zentih Palace is the dwelling of a cloud giant by the name of Orlios, an aesthete with an elevated sense of importance befitting his lofty and out of touch perch. Inheritor to a family of egos that somehow outstrip their own titanic size, the cloud giant’s castle also serves as a prison to an “Elder Tempest” an almost deific elemental who’s power Orlios uses to levitate his fortress, give solidity to the clouds, and to shape weather across the kingdom to his liking. 

Considering himself an enlightened appreciator of the arts, Orlios was content to leave the world below to its own devices, only descending in his flying chariot to visit other cloud giant enclaves for decades at a time, socializing with friends or distant kin before returning to the glorious solitude of his ever beautiful manor. 

To that end, the Zenith palace is filled with collections of wonderous things, ranging from gardens, to archives of illustrated manuscripts, to museum class galleries of art and cultural artifacts to ostentatious displays of wealth like a frescoed fountain where each and every tile was cut from a precious gem. Even the structures themselves are artistic in their archetecture, from walk-in reproductions of palaces long destroyed from the ancient world, to sculptures that use structure and scale that only a giant could conceive of: such as utilizing a balcony, a far off mountain range and the placement of nearby towers to create the profile of a smiling face rising out of the horizon. 

Adventure Hooks

While he talks often of his love of removed appreciation, Orlios does on occasion take on a disguise to travel among the groundwalkers, often to patronize some up and coming artist or architect, lavishing them with commissions and riches for months or years before disappearing as suddenly as he once appeared. One of these artists was the orcish goldworker Falgir, who realized something was up  when a towering eccentric burst into his workshop and paid him a king’s ransom to make masks the size of small shields. When Falgir ends up kidnapped by a group of criminals looking to forge some high-value coinage, the party may end up getting a visit from a seven foot tall man dripping with furs, rings, and ivory, who falls to hysterics pleading with them to rescue his artist friend from these dastardly fiends. 

Unbeknownst to him, Orlios has a half-human daughter by the name of Lamalha, conceived some decades ago after a business arrangement became a flirtatious dalliance. Lamalhda never knew either of her parents, and was raised in a small religious community in the kingdom’s backwaters. When strange atmospheric phenomena lead the party to investigate the nearby village, it won’t take them long to notice the woman a full head taller than anyone else who’s emotions may or may not affect the weather. Lamalhda is just as curious about her origins as anyone, and will aid the party as best they can in putting the sky right. 

When attempting to teleport to an ancient site ( such as a palace, monument, or other storied landmark) an accident in the transference ends up plonking the party right next to a reproduction in the Zenith Palace, unwelcome intruders now stranded miles above the ground. Finding a way out of the dungeon without being confused for thieves may be matter of convincing the guards of their innocence, or in indulging Orlios’s appetite for wagers. If they win he’ll let them go, but if they lose they’ll have to catch something for him. This symmetry pleases the giant’s sense of aesthetics, and he’s got his eye set on a particular rare flying monster for his menagerie. Fail to uphold their end of the wager may result in Orlios coming after them personaly... or not... his claims at magnanimity are only exceeded by the ease with which he’s distracted. 

Challenges & Complications: 

Though none of Orlios’s family dwell with him, he does not dwell alone, as the Zenith Palace is inhabited by a large staff of flying beasts, weather fey, and other elementals that serve the role of guards, servants, and in some cases: decoration. Chiefest of all these servants are a number of lesser djinn, either free willed or bound into service, who occupy the roles of administrators, entertainers, and curators for the giant’s many collections.  It is unlikely that the party will be able to move throughout the dungeon unobserved, but that is not to say that everyone working within the palace is as respectful of their employer’s orders or property. 

With its foundations and much of its materials made out of clouds, the Zentih palace is predisposed to shifting along with the weather, necessitating the need for characters to be able to fly between outlying structures. Those who cannot traverse the skies must convince or bribe others to support them, and the party would be well counseled to pack some feather-fall spells if they want to go jumping between platforms that might not be there when they land. 

An entire wing of the majestic palace is dedicated to Orlios’s love of wagers, consisting of giant sized game boards, accommodations for guests of any size, and even a massive clockwork contraption that resembles some odd combination of a slot and pinball machine. This hall of prospects also contains a large archive of every wager ever made, lost, or won by the cloud giant and his family,  and serves as an up to date inventory of great treasures scattered throughout the multiverse. A clever adventuring party might use this place to collect a bevy of treasure maps, as well as get a chance to utilize the scrying pool built into the archives, which Orlios uses to check up on the world below and those gambles that are still ongoing. 

Further Adventures: 

The “business acquaintance”  Orlios dallied with happened to be the Queen of a kingdom that paid tribute to the cloud giant, and if Lamalha was ever legitimated, she would have a claim on the throne. Looking to avoid scandal and protect the child of her heart, the queen gave birth to her half-giant daughter in secret, sending her away to be protected by a trusted friend. With that queen retired and a new one on the throne, Lamalha will inherit a complicated knot of intrigue if she ever untangles the human side of her parentage. 

[fluffi]

SARCOLINE SUNSET I: WELCOME HOME, OUTSIDER :: SOOBIN

pairing: soobin x gn!reader, platonic!ot5 x gn!reader genre: fluff, some subjective angst, bits of humor, enemies-to-lovers, childhood friends word count: 4002 event: #summerscape for @kpopscape credit: @enha-woodzies​ for making the gfx for this series! show her some love <3 author’s note: i accidentally deleted this post so here is a rushed reupload. it might not be as good as the original because it isnt proof read as well but i still hope the algorithm picks it up, maybe this’ll be good for the post. Also, the second part will be coming out in 15 days. warnings: people disappearing, mentions of burning and fire (further warnings will be released in the next parts as the story gets darker)

THIS STORY IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION AND DOES NOT DICTATE JAY OR NI-KI’S PERSONAL LIVES AND/OR FAMILY.

part two ->

The blonde stared up at an intricately designed structure in awe, walking forward to touch the sides of it and running his calloused hands up and down its rusted carved wedges. It seemed oddly cliche and unrealistic, but he could feel its story. Every touch of the ceramic pillar provided him with emotion that he couldn’t bring himself to explain.

The sun hadn’t set yet, but he could make out the faint reflection of it settling in the background. The huge pine trees around him were making conversation with each other; their faint whispers and rustles providing peace to his veins.

So entranced in the scenery of such a mystical place, he forgot to watch out for his younger peer. Kicking back into his senses, he nervously called out, “Riki! You there?” His voice, usually strong and boisterous, laced fear today.

“Don’t worry about me Jay, I’m right behind you. Just climbing this fence..and..there!” Riki let out a grunt as he jumped onto the soft grass, looking at his older friend with an innocent grin.

At the sight of his buddy, Jay visibly loosened. It was clear that he didn’t feel safe in this environment, yet felt entranced to it in some way. Riki caught up to him in a quick jog before standing next to Jay, in awe at the magnificent view that they were spectating for the first and possibly last time.

“Is this…the place you were talking about?” Riki was out of breath from running after his peer. He pats the grassy patch below him before slumping onto it, crossing his legs afterward.

Jay took a seat next to him, setting his canvas satchel and leather jacket next to him. “According to the maps and books, this is the right spot. I just want to see if the myth is true.”

Riki clapped his hands in excitement and turned to face Jay. “We’re staying till the sun sets right? I want to see what the carousel looks like at night! This structure is so fascinating. It must be beautiful out here at night.”

“No, we’re walking back as soon as the sun goes down. I do not want to risk being out here at night. People have disappeared from staying too long and I wouldn’t want to worry your mother.”

Riki visibly slumped and turned back in time to see the last drop of orange dip. It was quiet for a while. The singing birds stopped humming their soulful tunes, yet the whispering trees grew louder, their inaudible gossip echoing in the ears of the two boys.

At nine at night, Riki’s mother would call Jay, heeding no response. She would do the same for his parents and his friends. The only piece of information they could provide was that Jay had brought Riki, in his words, to “a magical place”. With no other vital details they could draw from their son’s peers, Jay and Riki’s family agree to call the local police, reporting two missing people: two minors, one last seen in a brown leather jacket, and a taller one tailing alongside him. Both their hairs were dyed in a striking shade of blonde.

Summer’s heat-blasted onto your skin as soon as you stepped out of your sleek white Toyota. It was good to be back, you supposed. Although it was something that not many people would fawn over, you were ecstatic to be home in town.

Leaving at the mere age of sixteen wasn’t easy. After your parents decided that you were too good for a mediocre high school where people cared more about their body count than grade count, they immediately sent you off to a prestigious boarding school in the big city. You were given three days to pack and say goodbye to your friends, the rest of your family, your world. As excited as you were to study in the evolutionary epicenter of technology, you didn’t like how you had almost no say in this decision.

You didn’t return home from high school even after four years of studying at that mentally draining institution. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to come back, you were just so accustomed to life in the big city that it seemed pointless to return to square one. With the rest of the world finally in your grip (or so you thought), you enrolled in a highly expensive university and received a full-ride scholarship.

Perhaps that was your breaking point. Piles of work that could never be cleared must’ve got to your head. No one out there seemed to care about your mental health and well-being. The only reason you were allowed to take a break from the university and return was because of your constant breakdowns that your lecturers called “distracting” and “unethical”. You were hoping that this drop-by in town would give you a physical and mental cleanse.

There was no place as hot as home, from where you had been. The blazing sun scorched onto the road. Carrying baggage by itself was already hard enough, but this heat was immensely torturing. You struggled to carry your belongings while trying to close the car boot at the same time. Oh, a pity. You had just returned home and you were slowly turning into a bundle of disorganization, unlike your previous methodical attitude.

“Need a hand?” A familiar suede voice behind your shoulder sounded like music to your ears as you dropped all of your luggage and turned back to see…

“Taehyun!” Child best friend number one. You were looking at a once-innocent boy with doe eyes who had matured into a fine young man. His hair was dyed platinum blonde and, although younger than you, possessed a flair that was completely unlike his past self. His facial features were more prominent than ever and you wondered if all of your friends had developed as well as he had.

You locked your arms around his neck and embraced him as he took your baggage from you.

“You’re so tall now!” You gasped in awe and looked him up and down.

“Of course I am! A boy has to grow, doesn’t he?”

Speak of the devil(s), four people tagged behind Taehyun, waiting for you to notice their presence. All of them were just as tall (if not taller) than your blonde friend and stood out like a sore thumb. It wasn’t just the height, their hair was also in very...exciting colors.

“Can’t believe you forgot about us just for Taehyun.” Ah, that nasal voice was so recognizable. Choi Yeonjun, second-best friend. You cherished him like he was your secret weapon, a power waiting to be unleashed into your industrial world. Although older than Taehyun, they seemed to be the same height now. You couldn’t tell because his new neon pink hair was waxed slick and puffy which made him look a teensy bit taller than his younger friend. You had seen him around on social media and he was a hair-changing chameleon.

Alongside Yeonjun was Hueningkai, better known as Kai in the friend group. He was the youngest one, constantly babied and spoiled, you could say. He was probably influenced by the rest of his friends too, his hair now in a mossy shade of blonde. 

Poor Yeonjun, you completely disregarded his existence and dashed over to Kai instead, eagerly standing next to him to compare heights. The kid had grown so much, you couldn’t tell if you were contented that he was now taller than you or dejected that you had missed so much when you weren’t around.

“Hey, wait up!” Someone from behind called. With Hueningkai and Yeonjun blocking your view you couldn’t see who that one person walking next to Choi Beomgyu was.

Beomgyu, the last friend who joined the friend group. He was always a comedian and never failed to make your day. Although, he didn’t seem so smiley anymore. You figured that it was school stress and adulting getting the best of him. We all had those days; you regrettably knew them like you knew the back of your hand . Unlike the rest of his friends, Beomgyu’s hair was kept in a natural shade of ivory brown. He had never been swayed by the rest of the crowd.

There were so many things to do, so many people to see. You had missed out on most of your growing: having fun with friends, staying up late at night just to watch the stars, dancing on your balcony. You had missed the people too. The town felt different from when you had left it.

“Soobin! Don’t just stand behind, meet our friend! They just returned from the city, right?” Beomgyu ran over to you before giving you a little squeeze.

Who’s Soobin?

“Hey, I’m Choi Soobin. Twenty-one this year. I moved here a few years ago. You must have left before I showed up.” A simple and concise introduction from the blue-haired man. Maybe he was the root of this hair-dyeing trend in town (pun very much intended), as well as the height trend since he was just as tall, if not taller than the rest of the boys.

You briefly introduced yourself but that was about it. You didn’t know how to create small talk, nonetheless with someone completely unfamiliar to you.

Later that day, you wondered if he had replaced you, become another guardian in the friend group. As one of the oldest, you and Yeonjun were always known as the parents of your three “kids”, but Soobin seemed to take care of them equally well. Throughout the day, you watched his every action, how he helped Beomgyu with homework, how he styled Kai’s hair, how he treated Taehyun to his favorite meal, exactly like what you did when you were still around. For once, you felt like the outsider.

Marshmallow Night had always been a tradition here. It was a five-of-you kind of thing, well, the six-of-you now. It had always been the go-to celebration whenever one of you hit a milestone, or was just held for fun. The days of joy where the only thing you had to worry about was whether your smores were burnt.

It had changed a lot over the years, you guys would add some new events to it and remove the ones you guys outgrew, like hopscotch.

You had missed most of its evolution.

Instead of being the main catalyst for today’s event, you resorted to sitting at the side as Soobin took the lead, carrying tables back and forth as well as setting up the fire in a method that the five of you had never used.

Oh, how much you loathed him. You hated his innocent-looking face that spurred out words of authority and boastfulness. You couldn’t stand how he looked so obnoxious with his bright blue hair, his dark brown eyes that held an impeccable gleam. He looked so cheeky, so mean, and worst of all, he had made all of your friends convert to mini spawns of him. Even Yeonjun, the oldest member, no longer felt like the Choi Yeonjun you once knew.

If you could, you would throw him out of your hometown, except that you seemed to be the outsider here. Anyone who walked past would see five people sitting on a huge log, helping each other light marshmallows and biscuits. They would barely notice the one person hunched over on the other side, sitting on the ground, eyes dazed and uninterested.

Occasionally one of the boys would call out to you, either hand you a s’more or ask if you were alright, to which you responded, “I’m alright! Don’t worry about me, I’m having fun.”

Anyone could also see that you weren’t in the zone, but you didn’t want to ruin the moment and be a party pooper. You ended up spending most of the time scrolling on your phone, checking school emails, and such. It didn’t feel like you were back home, it felt like you were on a vacation, on your own.

The commotion had died down, for the most part. Everyone else was either discussing school gossip in hushed voices or making the most of use of their electronic device. You were tempted to join the little heated conversation that Soobin and Beomgyu were having, but you didn’t know who this ‘Chaeyeon’ girl was and either way, you wouldn’t want to voluntarily speak to Choi Soobin.

It wasn’t long before both of them went to do something else, the only sound prevalent being the wood crackling from the bonfire and the occasional chirp of evening birds.

It was a loud, sucked-in breath that drew the attention of everyone, eyes pinned onto the instigator.

Choi Soobin, once again disrupting the peace of this curated environment. He ducked his head in apology and you were about to return to your world when Kai’s curiosity got the best of him.

“Why did you just do that?” His booming voice resounded over everyone else.

You weren’t going to lie, you were curious too. It wasn’t every day you heard a gasp like that.

Soobin looked back up, eyes wide and awake. He was excited about something but seemed to be masking it for the sake of..suspense?

“Okay. You guys know Yongsam Park right?” He put his phone down and tapped his hands on his thighs in a state of urgency.

Now that statement got everyone’s attention. “It’s the flower place outside our town, everyone passes it when they enter. Of course we would know where the place is. Why are you so adamant about it?” Taehyun inquired.

“Well, have any of you gone inside the park? Or near the landmark in general?”

“No. Why would we? There’s nothing to do there than to take pictures of boring flower statues.” You stated.

“See. You guys don’t know anything about the place.” He smirked tilting his head upwards and proudly crossing his arms.

“Could you cut to the chase and tell us what it is already?” Thank Yeonjun for his smart, impatient mouth.

Soobin didn’t answer and merely flipped his phone so you could see whatever was on it. The only words you could make out were “Yongsam...missing...carnival” and something related to the park before he turned it back, away from your view.

“You can’t just say that we don’t know anything about this place then proceed to give us nothing about it.” You rolled your eyes, disinterested in the conversation once again.

“Fine. I’ll send it to you.” Soobin rolled his eyes back as four of the other boys snickered. They loved seeing the two of you bicker.

In courtesy of Beomgyu who gave Soobin your number (without your consent), you received a news article and skimmed through it with eager eyes:

[WHAT’S THE HYBE?]

YONGSAM PARK CURRENTLY UNDER INVESTIGATION, AUTHORITIES SAY 3 days ago

What’s the deal with Yongsam Park? Insiders say that, although bland and boring, Yongsam Park is currently under high-level investigation for the disappearance of a few citizens. The flower-decorated park is the perfect place to take Instagram-worthy pictures and is quite harmless in itself, so visitors were shocked to arrive at the park only to find it surrounded by heaps of yellow tape.

Yongsam Park was developed by Kim Yongsam, director of My Flowers, a multi-million florist franchise that has now spread to Japan and Taiwan. In a 2015 Interview with the millionaire, he mentioned that he had created the park in the inspiration of the rising ootd picture trend, also known as the outfit-of-the-day trend, which he had initially discovered from his teen daughter. 

“I wanted to create a welcoming park for people of all ages, but I couldn’t find a suitable place to do it without the budget being drastically high. In the end, my team and I found an abandoned site and decided to build a simple structure with lower costs up there. Props to my team for the discovery of this landmark. The scenery there, especially in the evening, is stunning .” He stated in the 2015 interview with Soup Magazine.

What’s the abandoned site? With the evidence that is still standing, Yongsam Park is rumored to have previously been a carnival. Said evidence is a worn-down carousel in the back of the park, along with piles of other burnt carnival decoration and equipment. With research, Yongsam Park’s site may have once been an abandoned carnival that perished from an unknown wildfire. This may have been the primary cause of the drought that ensued in the 80s, leaving only a carousel and ashes behind. When questioned, Mr. Kim said that he had decided to leave the carousel standing behind the park due because he felt ‘drawn by its alluring glow’, as quoted.

Investigators and the local police have only enclosed the flower section of Yongsam Park because that was where the victims were spotted. They believe that disappearances took place there and are currently trying to find evidence to back up their stance. Most of this new information is not known to the public, however, Kim and his team are trying to keep it that way. The current disappearance count is seven people, the most recent case being two high-schoolers.

The carousel is still open and does not require a visitor ticket, but visitors are advised to take precautions and leave before the sun sets.

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JAPANESE COUPLE DISAPPEAR AT FLOWER PARK, NETIZENS CALL THE NEWS A POLITICAL DISTRACTION 3 weeks ago

“Are you seriously...telling us...that we should visit a place where people have been kidnapped?” Yeonjun gawked. “Dude, that’s so stupid. What if we die or something?”

“Don’t say that! I was just curious if you guys wanted to go since it’s so near and since your old friend is back home.”

“It’s a dumb move. I’m not risking my life just so I can celebrate the return of my friend. Not worth it.” Beomgyu huffed.

“Hey! You’re worth it, right?” Soobin glanced at you, waiting for a response.

He was...defending you? His ulterior motives were questionable and you weren’t sure if he was protecting you because he cared about you (cue the puking) or solely because he wanted to go to Yongsam Park that bad.

You didn’t reply and chose to drown out the wailing and chaos that ensued with your friends. You clicked on a related article below, curious to learn more about this lesser-known part of the park.

[WHAT’S THE HYBE?]

TWO MORE BOYS HAVE DISAPPEARED AT THE NOW INFAMOUS YONGSAM PARK 5 days ago

Park Jongseong (20) and Nishimura Riki (15) mentioned to their friends that they would be heading to ‘a magical place’, before disappearing for around a week. They were last spotted walking through Yongsam Park, according to anonymous witnesses. This is the third case of disappearances at the park and both teens are the sixth and seventh people to go missing.

Both families reported their children missing just two days after their disappearance. With this case being the last straw, local authorities forcibly shut down Yongsam Park despite protests from staff and management.

Parents of the two minors refused to respond when called for an interview and HYBE reporters resorted to interviewing the victims’ friends instead.

“Jay’s never been a bad kid. Yeah, he might be late here and there, but he wouldn’t skip class or fly across the country for vacation during school. I just don’t understand why he’s not here with us. He wouldn’t voluntarily disappear.” Park Sunghoon (19), a friend and classmate of Jongseong (who is better known as Jay among his friends) said.

“Although I’m not close with Jay, I know Riki personally and I know for a fact that both of them wouldn’t run away like that. Why, Riki was gearing up for a dance competition that he’s been excited about all year, and now he’s just gone? Like that? Riki has always been like my little brother, and he’ll always be. I just want him back at my side.” A teary-eyed Lee Heeseung (20) says.

Netizens have been complaining about the lack of coverage on this issue.

“Maybe Mr. Kim spent all his money on covering this story up from the mainstream public. That’s why he had to build the stupid park on an abandoned sketchy site.” An anonymous netizen commented.

Regardless, we’ll be keeping our prayers for Jongseong and Riki, as well as the five other victims, to return home soon.

“...you guys are such wimps.” That was the first thing you heard Soobin say when you tuned in to the conversation again.

How dare he say that? How dare he have the courage to call you, someone who moved out on your own at 16 to live in the big, scary world, a..wimp?

“Look, Choi Soobin. I may be a lot of things, but I’m not a wimp. I didn’t say that I wasn’t interested on this trip.” You stand up and blurt out without thinking twice.

The rest of the boys are gawking at you, their mouths open wide in awe and shock. Yes, you weren’t a wimp, that was for sure, but they had known you all their life as someone who could not stand going out into the wilderness. Maybe the big city had really changed you.

“At least someone wants to go! Perfect. We can leave tomorrow at noon, bring your camping stuff!” Soobin grabbed his things and began walking away.

“Camping?” The five of you exclaimed in unison.

Taehyun, the rational member, gasped. “I, personally, wouldn’t mind going to the carousel thing..or whatever it is, but I am not staying the night. Dude, are you nuts?” The rest of you nodded your heads in agreement.

“It says in the article that we are advised to leave before the sun sets.” You point out, trying to keep your voice as steady as possible in fear of breaking this mask of false confidence, when in reality, you were terrified of this place.

Soobin turned back and eyed you down disinterestedly. “Conclusion is that we’ll bring a small backpack, or whatever you guys want to pack, and we’ll stay there until eight. Deal?”

“Seven.” Hueningkai timidly said.

“Whatever you guys want.”

You hadn’t been able to sleep last night. It wasn’t due to fear of the place you were going, rather, you weren’t too excited about having to spend half of your day around Soobin.

What were you going to say to him? You were definitely overthinking at this point.

You know, they always say that the person one hates the most is the one that they also love most. And when Soobin flipped his blue hair back or cheekily smiled, showing his endearing dimples, you couldn’t help but…

No! You loathe Choi Soobin. You couldn’t stand his smile, or his hair, or his height. That evil moonwitch.

“Hey, you ready to go?” Speak of the devil (or moonwitch), you spotted a fluff of blue hair in your peripheral vision.

You couldn’t even muster up the courage to look back at him, merely nodding your head while staring at the white wall.

“Why aren’t you looking at me? Are you...scared?” You could see him wiggle his eyebrows as he made that statement.

That was it. You turned back at him. “Yes I am. I’m absolute terrified. I can’t stand the fact that I have to forcibly spend my precious time around you. It’s like I’m about to voluntarily live a nightmare.”

Woah there, calm down. You had smoke spurting out of your ears at this point.

Soobin’s once excited face fell into one of disappointment. “Yeah, it’s a nightmare having to be around you too. Gosh, the immaturity.” He left the room in haste as your eyes shot lasers through his well-toned back.

Maybe you had gone too far with the insult. He hadn’t been mean to you at all, really.

Then again, he had been mean. He took your place when you weren’t around. Suddenly, you were determined to get it back.

“Hop on the magic school bus!”

“Shut up, Yeonjun.” You deadpanned before leaning your head on his shoulder. The two of you were finally falling back into routine and you couldn’t help but bask in this nostalgia.

You also couldn’t help but notice how Soobin kept on looking through the rearview mirror at the both of you, pupils darting away once you locked eyes with him.

Man, this was going to be a long ride.

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[rodeoxqueen]

Hi! I saw that your requests were open and I was wondering if you could do hc’s of like the dmc boys as Mafia bosses and what would it be like dating them??? Thank you! 🙏🏼

Howdy,

Only did Dante and Vergil’s. I don’t know too much about them mafia leaders, got enough work lassoing them wanted outlaws on my side of town. 

If you want a good reference of mafia Dante and Vergil, I’d recommend you check out @cssmuse ‘s drawings of Dante and Vergil wearing suits. 

-Rodeo 

Dante 

Before meeting Dante, you meet Tony Redgrave first. A charming man with a family business, a cozy Italian restaurant in the city. 

However, it’s a cover for all the money-making crimes he commits heavy-handedly.

He’s a natural at reading people. He’s a walking lie detector. Good luck trying to f*ck him over a deal when making business with him in the underground. 

Dante is like Reggie Kray, the twin mobster to Ronnie Kray who were notorious in England. 

He decides to court you, flirting heavy-handedly and taking you on nice dates. He never lets you touch the check. 

While next to you at a nice bar, he smiles off-sightedly at the in-disguise private investigator sitting a few tables away. 

You get expensive flowers delivered to you every day, richly colored and freshly imported from Denmark. 

Dante is a regular around bars and other dives, but he hasn’t brought another person with him ever. Not since you. You quickly become the talk of the underground, his love interest with starry eyes and clean hands. 

Dante is a dangerous and careless man. He doesn’t leave evidence around because he’s an idiot, he does it because he knows no one can do anything to him anyway. 

This man doesn’t need backup, but his enemies do. He likes to do the dirty work more than you think. With Ebony and Ivory, he walks into confrontation with his Beowulf brass knuckles on his hands. 

He tries so hard to keep his real identity and reputation away from you until eventually, it catches up to him. He needs to tell you. 

“Tony Redgrave died decades ago,” Dante says. The infamous Dante Sparda, the Twin Terror, stares at you with his true self revealed. 

“But Dante Sparda has been using his name for the last forty-odd years.”

He only tells you once he knows you won’t leave in disgust, but he still has that crawling thought that you will. When you truly don’t, it’s a breath of relief.  

He’s a stubborn man and he’s raised from violence. He’ll break a man’s face in and hold you tenderly with the same hands. 

Dante always has an arm around you or a hand on the small of your back. He likes to show you off, dressed in his favorite red shades and shining rings. 

He never wants you to get into his business, he would much rather have you “sit there and look nice” rather than participate in crime with him. It’s easier for him if you don’t get that involved. 

Dante would get thrown into the slammer sometimes for a petty charge. He gets offered a phone call and he will never ever spend it well. 

“You got one phone call, inmate,” Dante smirks at the guard, dialing a familiar number. 

“Devil May Cry?” 

“Is your refrigerator running?” 

“Goddamit Dante, are you in jail again?” 

“You know it, nephew.” 

“(Y/N) is going to tear you a new one.” 

“Oh, I know. Bail me out?” 

“FINE.” 

He loves you a lot, he never wants to see you behind bars because you loved him and got looped into his crimes. Even though you’re rather entwined in a relationship with him, there are times when he pulls away and you have to return him to you. 

“I’m not a good man. You know that.” 

“I’m not a good person for sticking around with you. But maybe that’s why we should be together. If we’re both going to Hell, I’m going down with you.” Dante’s hands wrap around your frame and he hugs your tightly. 

All empires fall. When Dante takes that plight to damnation, he’s got your blessing- lipstick kisses all along his jugular. 

Vergil 

He’s the Ronnie Kray To Dante’s Reggie Kray; the colder twin with little trust for others. 

Unlike Dante, Vergil treads quietly up the underworld’s ranks. He’s extremely difficult to approach and impossible to reason with. He will not let you get the better end of the deal without being at the sharper side of his sword. 

Vergil wears the same styled suit all the time. It isn’t until he undresses when you discover he’s covered in tattoos. 

He doesn’t want to see you killed or used against him as a pawn. He’s incredibly overprotective and even the slightest chance of someone endangering you ends with them being dead in the gutter.

Vergil is busy all the time but every night, he sheds his sins to be with you. He’ll be gone in the early morning, a feeling of cold lips grazing your cheek before he leaves. 

Vergil works with Dante in their now-shared crime syndicate, although he is not one for fake identities. He’d much rather be known to the criminal underbelly only. Finding him and falling for him is a very very rare situation. 

While people beg for their lives, he sits in his seat with his hand resting on his face, a silver band on his ring finger. Lately, anyone who dares to put their hands on you sees that new shining ring before they die, Vergil’s cold eyes watching their end. 

Vergil goes shopping with you, once in a blue moon, to make you feel better. Someone made you upset and he beat them to an inch of their life before taking you to the finest establishments. He thinks you do not know what he has done, but the single fleck of red on his collar tells you enough. 

He’s so stuck in his pursuit of power and sometimes it scares him that he’s attached to you. It distracts him and he hates distractions. He says this yet a single glance of you diverges his mind away from his throne, and he indulges upon it heavily. 

Despite his avoidance of flashy appearances, he makes sure you are adorned with the finest clothes. He takes good care of you, and you take good care of him. He dislikes social outings but takes you with him when his brother forces him. You are his star jewel, the blue dragon clutching you gently between his claws. With this dangerous man, the crowd parts for you. 

Dante and him butt heads often. Dante wants alliances but Vergil wants to monopolize. Debates end with bloody noses and disheveled suits as the twin terrors fight anytime and anywhere. 

“Goodness, you should stop them.” A patron asks of you as Dante and Vergil throw gut punches and right hooks. You sip a drink. 

“It’s just business.” 

Dates are sparse but lavish. A simple dinner with the two of you, where you discuss everything but what Vergil does every day. With you, he’s just a dry-humored man who likes classical music and poetry. 

Vergil isn’t like his brother, who deals with law enforcement all the time. Vergil has to deal with rival mafia leaders trying to one-up his empire. 

“All things end. This won’t be forever, this life.” 

“I’ll spend forever with you anyways.” 

“You’d be a fool.” 

“I’m your fool.” 

“And I you.” 

[sgsexconfessions]

Watching Her

I love my wife. That much would be very obvious if you knew us. I worship her in everyway. She is fun and so beautiful in everyway. Short, curvy, stacked (34DDs!) and with luxurious blonde that cascades down her ivory back.

I have always said that she is my favourite porn. Looking at her never fails to get me hard, even when she hasn't put the effort in and looking through the hundreds of pictures of her I have on my laptop is my favourite thing to look at when jacking off.

I also love it when guys check her out. I love imagining what they are thinking about her. I know it's perverted and that gets me so damn horny. I even took to inviting total strangers round and letting them look at her pictures... even the naughty ones, whilst we jerked off together. I loved to listen to their thoughts and fantasies involving her. The filthier the better, and seeing them blow their loads to her always got me there too!

Of course, hearing other guys talk about how they would fuck her is one thing, but like I said, she is my favourite porn and I wanted to see hardcore.

A while ago, she and I got talking about fantasies, after watching something on TV about fetishes. We talked about different ones that we hard heard other talk about and eventually, she admitted to having a fantasy about having sex somewhere public. I was a little shocked. She had always been quite quiet about such things, but I was eager to help her live this dream and after some discussion, we agreed to live out our fantasies with each other.

Hers was simple. It was just a matter of having sex in various public places. We started small, in the park, on the beach and worked our way up to more daring things, such as in an alleyway just off a busy high street. Easy peasy... and fun to do!

Once she was satisfied, I reminded her it was now my turn. She nodded and asked what I wanted.

Watching her

I told her I wanted to watch her with another man.

She was... taken aback and at first, very reluctant. Bless... she loves me and didn't want to jeopardise what we have. I get that, and I assured her it would be fine. If I didn't like it, I would understand it was my doing and we would move on. I wouldn't blame her. She agreed to talk more about it.

It took some time, but I eventually brought her around to the idea. But now the question remained, who would the other guy be?

We decided that it shouldn't be someone who was active within our lives. Not a friend or a work colleague or anything like that. It also had to be someone she would be attracted to. I wanted her to enjoy it after all. Partly so the experience would be fun for her, but also because I wanted her to really get into it so that she would put on a better show for me!

It took a few weeks for the right person to come along.

We discovered, through the wonders of social media, that her ex-boyfriend was coming to town.

They had separated about a year before we had gotten together. Kind of amicably... they had grown apart and one of them was leaving for uni and they... well, she decided to end it. She had also gotten a little board of him, but I know she still found him physically appealing. I know this because she once very drunkenly told me about how big his cock was and that that had been the only reason she stuck with him for so long! Heh, I can't tell you how much I jerked off to that image after that!

We decided the best plan would be for her to contact him and arrange a meet, but not tell him I would be involved in anyway. I would be hidden away, watching the action!

She was very nervous at first, when she messaged him and although he replied to her initial "Hi", the conversation to start was very mundane and dull. They caught up a little and so forth... then, she just came out with it. "We should hook up".

He was as shocked as I was by that little outburst, but he didn't block her or anything, so it was still a possibility! he asked her what she meant and she told him that she had been thinking about him and heard he was in town and she wanted to "re-live the good times" with him. Naturally, he was still apprehensive, but she told him not to worry, that I was away for a few days and it would just be a one-time thing. Just for fun.

Slowly he started to come around to it and the chat got a bit more flirty over the next couple of days.

Well, I say flirty... fucking sordid is what it got! I still have screenshots...

Finally, the big day came. I had arranged to be hidden in the loft of our apartment. We have the top floor, so access to the loft is just for us. Also, from up there I can see into each of our rooms through the vents and I have a damn good view too! Perfect!

By the time he came around that evening, she had had a couple of large glasses of wine and had, shall we say, relaxed somewhat. From my position in the loft, I could see her watching out the windows for him and he hand kept going to her crotch. I could tell she was really in the mood for it! I even heard her mutter about how wet she was whilst she waited!

He arrived only a little later than planned, and my wife almost ran to the front door to let him in. I couldn't believe how eager she was, considering her initial reluctance!

She opened the door and he barely managed to set foot through the door before she had placed her lips on his! My god, I was like a rock! Seeing my wife kissing her ex so hungrily... I can't describe the feeling!

They kissed quite heatedly for a good minute before she ws able to pry herself away from him. She apologised, giggling, and said she just couldn't help herself. He told her he didn't mind at all. I bet he didn't! She took him by the hand and led him to the living room, where they sat on the sofa and had a bit of a catch up.

Her ex was a decent looking guy. Tall, dark haired. He used to be slimmer, but he had put on a few pounds since I had last seen him. I had known him a few years back, when I first met her and frankly, he didn't like me much, blaming me for her leaving him... which wasn't the case at all.

The conversation they had was pretty dull, so I won't bore you with it. He did mention several times how he had missed her, both emotionally and physically. She told him she had missed him physically too and as they chatted, she got closer to him and her hand strayed to his thigh, which she began to stroke. Over time, it got higher and higher until she was almost on his crotch!

He placed hi hand on her and stopped her from progressing.

"Are you sure you wanna do this?" he asked. "I don't give a shit about him, but you... I respect."

She grinned, and climbed onto his lap, straddling him. Then, she pulled off her shirt, exposing her bare chest to him.

"This answer your question?" She giggled and then looked him firm in the eye. "Baby, I feel bad for dumping you like that... so for the next couple of hours, I'm yours to do whatever you want with... however nasty."

She started kissing him again, this time grinding her crotch against his. He was less startled this time, as he had been at the door and he returned her kiss eagerly. I watched, open mouthed and severely aroused as his hands reached around her slender body, lifting the short skirt she was wearing and squeezed her ass. She arched her back at his groping, and she leaned back to gasp. Doing this thrust her breasts into his face. he didn't seem to mind and his mouth set to work, nibbling and sucking on them both.

It was only know that it really dawned on me what was going on. I was really watching my wife with another man! There was a little part of me that was jealous... even a little angry... but only a small part. The rest was totally aroused. My heart was thumping in my chest and my hand moved to touch the hardness in my shorts whilst I watched my wife grinding and moaning like some common street whore, and I realised there really was no stopping this now.

Piece by piece, her clothes were tossed to the side, then she slid off to sit next to him and tugged his shirt off too. Her hands and lips explored his naked torso. As I said, he had gained a bit of weight over the last years, but he was still pretty muscular, and it was clearly doing it for her! her hands once more went to his crotch and she lay one of them on his bulge.

"I've waited so long for this." I heard her say. "Whenever he fucks me, I think of this and the way you used to rip me open with it."

Oh god... was that true? Strangely, I didn't care. I don't know whether it was because I had fantasised about her with other men so many times, or the idea of her being fucked ragged by a huge dick was a massive turn on, I don't know. I do know that I wanted this show to go far further!

She slid to the floor and positioned herself between his legs. Slowly, oh so fucking painfully slowly, she began to unfasten his jeans. First, she unfastened his belt, then the button, then she agonisingly slowly pulled down the zip. I thought I would lose my mind waiting for her to unveil him. Even when he lifted his ass, she only pulled down his jeans, leaving his boxer shorts on. She began to nuzzle and kiss the bulge through the thin, tight fabric that was clearly struggling to keep his dick in check. Finally, she reached up to grasp the waistband, but before she could pull it down, he stopped her.

"Tell me you still love me." He said. My eyes widened and my breathing stopped.

"I never stopped loving you babe." She said, then pulled his shorts down.

I gasped, and had to clamp a hand over my mouth to stop the noise. My reaction was in part because of what I just heard my wife say (which I found weirdly exciting, whether she meant it or not) but mostly because of the sight I was now looking down upon, which was that of my wife, on her knees, holding onto her ex-boyfriend's massive penis! This was the moment I realised she had never exaggerated his size. As a bi guy, I have seen a lot of dicks but his? Wow... It was the sort of thing you expect to see belonging to a black dude in some porn! Ten inches at least and her hand, although little, could barely fit around it!

Seeing her idly stroke this huge cock was too much. I reached my hand into my shorts and took hold of my own. Fuck... I might not be so massive, but I was easily just as hard!

"I've missed this so much baby." She said to him, kissing his throbbing cock head before taking it into her mouth. Heh, she didn't even tease it, just took it right down and choked hard. She didn't let that stop her though and even though she gagged and spat all over it, she kept going back for more. Her ex let his head fall back and he gasped and moaned as her mouth worked hard to take it all in.

"Shit..." He groaned. "No one sucks dick like you."

She giggled and carried on. She was obviously in her happy place, although she did move off the floor and back onto the sofa, kneeling next to him as she devoured his manhood. Now she was in this position, he was able to reach around her and fondle her tits and pussy, which he exclaimed was as wet as Niagara Falls!

"I bet no one rides it like me either, baby." She replied.

"Refresh my memory." He smirked and she sat up from sucking his dick and climbed on top of him again. She paused, hovering just as his fat cock head touched her pussy lips and she looked over towards the vent where she knew I was watching and grinned. I had thought she had forgotten about me, but she obviously hadn't and I wondered how much of all this was for show and what was real? I only had to wait another moment to find the answer to that.

She bit her lip as she moved down, taking him into her. She moaned and gasped with every inch that slid in and I could see it hurt some too, but when she was about halfway down, he decided to unexpectantly thrust upwards, pushing the rest of his length forcefully into her.

She screamed.

Really screamed. In pain, and apparently ecstasy I discovered as she went very still then began to tremble, and clench and shake as she orgasmed on his big cock for several moments, before collapsing into his arms.

"You ok?" he asked.

"She smiled and bit her lip. "Oh yeah... I forgot how intense that could be."

"You want to stop?" he made sure.

"Fuck no." She groaned as she started to pull herself up his long shaft. "Fuck no... mmm.... fuck me babe!"

She lifted herself to the top of his dick then kissed him again. "I love you. I love your cock and I want you to fuck me so hard, you ruin me for any other man... I want to only ever to be able to feel yours!"

He really didn't need telling twice. He grabbed her hips and thrust up into her hard, over and over. Oh jeez, he was like a machine just thrusting and pumping away. With every push, my wife squealed and screamed out with pleasure. My own cock was now out too and I was tugging away, watching my wife in an ecstasy I had never seen her in before! I mean, she always cums when we fuck, but this... this was something else!

She climaxed a second time before they came together. I watched as she pushed down hard onto his cock as he filled her with his cum, before falling forward into his arms. They kissed a little while longer, his wilting cock still in her.

"As good as you remembered, babe?" She asked, giggling.

"Better." he smirked. "Shame that's it. I'll just have to make sure to remember it."

My wife shook her head. "No way I'm going several more years without that!"

"What are you saying?" He asked her.

"I love my husband, I really do." She said, glancing up at me with a smile. "But that cock of yours... I need that in my life and my pussy way more. Whenever you're in town, you get in touch."

"What would he say?" he smirked, clearly believing he was getting something over on me.

"Don't care." She said. "It's our little secret."

"I still love you, you know." he told her, his face suddenly serious.

"I know." She smiled, then kissed him deeply. "I love you too."

He left a few minutes later and I came out of the loft when she had stopped kissing him at the front door. She turned, saw me and leapt at me. She was still naked and my cock was still out. We fucked like never before. Like something had awoken in us both. I was genuinely surprised that she could go again, but I was glad she did.

We had a lot to discuss after that. A lot of things had been said and I felt I needed to get to the truth of it. She told me she hadn't lied during any of it. She did still love her ex, but she wasn't IN love with him, as she was with me. They had split not because they hated each other after all. We also discussed her seeing him again. I was actually very happy for her to. If the sex we had afterwards was anything to go by, her getting fucked by him could only be a good thing for me too. I told her it was fine, but only if she was honest with me about everything, and I could watch sometimes too. She was very happy with that deal, and just to sweeten it, a few days later, she asked if I would like a fuck-buddy too. She even offered to help me find one!

At the point of me writing this, she hasn't met with him again yet. He was only in town to visit family for a few days. She has texted him a few times though and it seems another meet is in the cards when he comes this way next. We have also been looking online for a girl for me, so fingers crossed with that.

And my major concern that she might lose interest in me hasn't come to pass. If anything, in the week since this happened, we have had a lot more sex and it's been way more intense!!

I'm always happy to talk about her with others... so feel free to contact me about her!