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♡ them as speak now (tv) | enha ♡

ot7!enha headcanon: inspired by songs off of speak now (taylor's version)

♡ ot7 x gn!reader | wc. 1.6k ♡ genres/tropes: fluff! some make outs i dont make the rules 🤷🏻‍♀️ ♡ mentions of/warnings: none lmk if i missed anything ♡ a/n: little something for every member <3 jungwon’s first and the rest below the cut ^^ the header is so pretty purple on top fr i meant to do this when the album released by it never happened lol enjoy !! also lowercase intended <;33 ♡ masterlist ♡

✧･ﾟ: * jungwon - long live

it’s loud when you grab his hand, the whole room cheering. for what, jungwon has forgotten the moment he felt your fingers against his. he can barely hear you as he reads your lips: “remember this moment.” and suddenly there’s a crown on his head and on yours and then–that force he can’t ever ignore, not with you. the red string of fate tied between the two of you that pulls you together, his hand to your cheek and your lips against his. there’s no more cheering, just the sound of jungwon’s heartbeat and his thoughts. he wonders if you feel the same, if your heart feels so full it might just pop with petals and confetti everywhere, just like his. and when he opens his eyes, jungwon wipes away your happy tears as you laugh into his arms. homecoming royalty–who would have thought? he remembers when he was too shy to talk to you, now he’s ready to stand by your side for as long as possible. jungwon leans in to kiss you again, his mind clear and happy as the camera flash pops and he feels your smile against his lips, and he knows. “promise me,” he whispers against your skin. “always remember?” your arms wrap around his torso, and jungwon wraps his around your shoulders. your always, he decides, is his new favorite sound.

✧･ﾟ: * heeseung - i can see you

messy, he knows, but not sloppy. you two shouldn’t see each other, or so they say. campus rivals gunning for the same position in clubs, the same achievements and awards and accolades. they should hate each other, is what you hear. but heeseung knows he could never, ever hate you. not even if he tried. he can’t even hate how the two of you have to act like spies, covert and not getting caught, because he likes keeping you secret. it’s selfish, really, but he can’t help it. your touch makes him dizzy, even the slightest brush of your hand against his passing in the hall sends his mind into overdrive. the things he sees in his head, what he imagines when he sees you waiting down the hall for him, drives him as he kisses you against the wall with fever. his hands at your waist, yours in his hair. heeseung knows this can’t last forever, so he’s counting the days until you can be his all the time, not just in small stolen moments. when the competition won’t matter, when what’s done is done and he can hold your hand walking to class and give you kisses goodbye. when you can slip into his dorm or he into yours, and neither of you have to worry about being seen. when there’s no more notes, because you’re finally in sync with one another. that’s what heeseung is waiting for, working for.

✧･ﾟ: * jay - ours

it’s how, no matter how busy, the two of you always find time for each other. jay isn’t sure when you slipped the note into his lunch, but he’s happy you did. seeing your handwriting and a little smiley face and heart lifts his spirits. especially when people around him are always asking questions and throwing metaphorical rocks: “aren’t you a little too young to know what love is?” but jay does know. it’s how your hand always finds his if you’re standing beside each other. how you’ll talk to each other, debriefing each other about your days, tucked beneath the covers, nose to nose. how, when you can’t sleep, he knows to rub your back in soothing patterns. he shares riddles with you, his notes in your lunch, and patiently waits for you to text him guesses. it’s how, after a long day, you find yourselves draped over each other in a corner of the couch, savoring each other’s breathing and relishing the okay silence. he doesn’t have to talk to you, or you to him. holding each other at the end of the day, you’ve both discovered, is more than enough to recharge. with you in his lap, your head tucked against his chest and beneath his chin, jay can’t imagine anything better. this love, he decides, shines, and it's yours forever.

✧･ﾟ: * jake - enchanted

you came to him like a light, jake remembers. some dumb college party feeling lonely because he knew no one, and everyone only talked to him in passing. then–you. a light at the far end of the room, something he was drawn to. when your eyes met, the spark of recognition filled jake–but he wasn’t sure if he’d ever met you before. then, jostled together by the crowd, he caught you before you fell, hands careful around your arms before letting go. and he remembers wondering if you felt the feeling as well. and no one warned jake about how you would be all he thought about–how his eyes would search for you everywhere, all over campus and elsewhere, because why wouldn’t he? left so wonderstruck he’s surprised he can get anything done. but then–that chance encounter in the stairwell, seeing you again, and jake swore to himself he wouldn’t let you go so easily this time. his first page, his chapter one, begins with will you go out with me? it’s followed by a coy smile and an i will. and now here, months later, as the sunlight streams in through the curtains on this early lazy morning. jake is careful not to move, you’re still asleep. the sunlight, he decides, reminds him of you. a light, full of wonderstruck. he plants a gentle kiss to the crown of your head, and smiles when the hand on his chest holds on that much tighter.

✧･ﾟ: * sunghoon - sparks fly

pouring rain as silence falls over the two of you, and sunghoon waits with bated breath trying to determine what you’ll do next. he didn’t mean to confess like this, soaking wet and just out of arm’s reach at the end of an argument. he had been acting “weird” because he didn’t want to ruin this friendship you had–one that had gone on for so long, but then he said it. i’m so in love with you, and i have been. it feels like slow motion as he watches the raindrops hit your cheeks and you step close to him. sunghoon can’t help it, he laughs, one short hah with a smile on his face because, somehow, you’re still here. he shivers when your hands come up to comb his hair out of the way, and his hands come up to rest securely at your hips. lightning strikes somewhere else, a rumble of thunder coming your way. the harsh yellow street light illuminates your spot in the dark. your hands go around his neck, and now there’s barely a space between you.  “you’re captivating,” you whisper, before closing the gap and pressing your lips to his. you’re sweet and everything sunghoon wished for, pulling apart with a gasp to laugh again, his joy uncontained, he pulls you close, and revels in how you nuzzle into his chest. he’ll miss your touch when you aren’t with him, but he knows you’ll feel the same. and that’s captivating.

✧･ﾟ: * sunoo - when emma falls in love

there have been other’s before you, of course. some came and went, and some stayed longer than others. now: you. the guards he built up at first would never have allowed it, letting you in like this after everyone else. but even when sunoo was unusually cold, you stayed. bit by bit, sunoo felt it. love, the ooey gooey kind that sticks to everything and changes how you see things, even color. because it isn’t just a color anymore. it’s your favorite. or the one you look best in. or the one that matches your eyes. sunoo falls, and he knows others can see it, like how stars shine in the night. and before he confesses, and after a few dates, sunoo locks himself in, paces imaginary ruts into the floor. he tries to talk himself out of it, but his heart talks him back in. he used to always look for the rain, but with you? he finds out his heart fits in the palm of your hand, and as sunoo stares up at you, his head in your lap and your fingers combing through his hair, sunoo is okay to let you keep it. something tells sunoo, this is it. his shelter, his love. and he’s oh so okay with it. he pours out his love, words after words, actions after action, kisses after kisses. yes, there have been ones before you, but sunoo will be damned before letting anyone else come after.

✧･ﾟ: * niki - mine

people tell him all the time he should “keep his options open.” but niki knew the moment you walked into the diner he worked at, you were the one. how could you not be? now, here you were, your first official date–one that didn’t include you coming around to see him at the diner. there’s too many feelings running through his body–fear and excitement and nervousness and–god, you’re just right there. inches from him. what should he do? the lakewater laps against the shore down far in front of you two. then it happens. niki turns to ask you something, and he’s forgotten now because you’ve done the same thing and somehow between you leaning and him ducking down–a kiss. your first kiss with each other. you stare at each other, lips askew and kissing each other’s corners. but then, like magic, you close your eyes and break apart just enough to kiss again, for real this time, and now niki’s emotions feel like they’re times ten. after who knows how long–not niki, he could stay here forever–you pull away again. his eyes flutter open, and he savors the redness of your cheeks, knowing his must be just the same. he reaches out to lace his fingers between yours. “be mine?” he asks, and you laugh, a joyous sound niki promises to keep around. you kiss him again. “of course, if you’ll be mine?”

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off campus messy headers | hannah garrett

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Initiation

Toya x Reader x Tenko

⇢ rating: 18+

⇢ word count: roughly 7.2K

⇢ plot: Toya and Tenko are the most annoying guys on campus - but also the hottest. Even though you do everything to stay out of their way, your paths keep crossing

⇢ warnings: 18+, College AU, no quirks, all characters aged up, force, mentions of smoking, drug use, drinking, kissing, fingering, vaginal sex, orgasm, cream pie, cum, threesome, anal sex, squirting

⇢ NO MINORS ALLOWED!!!

personal note: god I am in love with this artwork. and with my all-time favorite bar. wanted to write a piece with quirkless toya and tenko, how it would have been with them in an alternate reality. turned out to be longer than planned.

Special thanks to:

@white-decay for letting me use her magnificent artwork for my header

@scruffymctee for always being there for me when I need some fucked up inspiration - and for the title names

@shig-a-shig-ah for always putting up with my shit, day and night

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A month into the semester, I wandered down the streets in search of a place to grab a drink. I had purposely avoided the main bars where all the jocks and popular girls would sit. A small, run-down brick building caught my attention, a sign on it reading "Washington Bar." Half the letters were unlit, one even threatening to fall onto the bypassers below at any second.

As I entered through the wooden chipped entry door, the typical raucous bar smell hit my nostrils – damp cigarette smoke, spilled old beer on the floor, the plasticky aroma of a vinyl cushion - and too much sweat. It was dark and dingy, a small bar set in the middle, surrounded by ragged velvet booths with tables in the middle. The window glasses were yellowed from years of cigarette abuse and framed by faded velvety red curtains. There was a small dancefloor off to the side, a huge poster of Johnny Cash's famous middle finger adorning the wall.

Approaching the bar, I sat down on one of the spindly looking, lop-sided barstools, letting my gaze roam over the array of liquor on the shelves. The bartender, a young handsome man, came over, leaned on to the counter, and asked what I'd like to drink. After I placed my order he nodded appreciatively and went to work.

The music was good, they played mostly rock and mashups and for the first time since starting the semester, with the first tests and assignments behind me, I felt at ease.

The bartender handed me my drink and I swept the little drops of condensation running down the glass with my thumb, tipping the liquid from side to side, watching the ice cubes jingle around.

The place slowly filled, still not crowded but enough to fill the place with low murmurs and chatters.

As I continued sipping my drink, I looked around the room over the rim of my glass. One of the guys sitting in a booth at the far corner caught my immediate attention. His hair was the color of pure snow, standing messy and hanging low over his eyes. He lounged lazily against the back of a booth, arms resting on the backrest. He was slender, tall, and good-looking.

Next to him sat another young man, raven tufts hanging lazily into his face. The way he was hunched over, a dim light illuminating his head from below had me assume he was staring at his handheld.

As my gaze turned to the other guy, our eyes met. I almost choked, as the corners of his lips curled up into a smirk. I turned back towards the bar, my cheeks ablaze, my heart racing. Trying to shrug off the feeling of his eyes lingering on me, I took another sip of my drink to calm my rattled nerves.

The evening went on and as I was on my second drink, I suddenly felt something brush my cheeks, an arm hook around my shoulder and a warm body lean against my back. Tufts of white hair tickled my face and I turned my head to be met by a mesmerizing smile and stunning turquoise eyes on a handsome face.

"Hi doll," his voice sinfully low and raspy, a devilish twinkle in his eyes.

His hand grabbed my wrist and with a squeak of protest, I was pulled off the stool, managing to grab my purse as he dragged me off. The place had filled up, and my drink spilled over my hand as we wound our way through the bodies. Stopping in front of the booth, he gently tugged me onto the cushion seat, flopping down next to me. I had to scoot sideways and bumped into someone to the left. I looked up to be met by crimson red eyes, almost glowing in the dark, framed by black disheveled hair of varying lengths. His facial features were delicate, almost feminine – a straight slender nose, strong jawline, and slim yet uneven lips, a black beauty mark underneath his chin.

An arm dropped on my shoulder and I was involuntarily nudged against the first guy's chest. He smelled good, of warm musk, fresh linen, and a hint of cigarette smoke. Black nail polish and silver rings adorned his strong dexterous fingers. He had several earrings on each ear and three little piercing studs in his nose. On each of his arms, he wore multiple silver and leather bracelets. I tilted my head up to meet his gaze and his lips curled up into a smile.

"Toya," he introduced himself, "and that over there is Tenko." his slender finger pointed towards the dark-haired guy. The latter nodded curtly, continuing to stare at me.

"Why did you drag me off? I was just fine over at the bar!“ I pouted.

“Wanted to get to know you,“ he snickered, eyes seductively half-lidded, a lazy smile on his face.

My phone vibrated in my purse and I grabbed it, my thumb swiping up to unlock it. Ari and Naoko had written, asking me where I was. Before I could reply though, Toya’s ring studded hand snagged it out of my grip and held it high above his head out of reach.

"Give it back!" I yelled while he kept blocking me with his body, chuckling boyishly as I was trying to snatch it back.

"Nuh-uh, it's not polite to text while in company," his fingers flew relentlessly across the screen. He only stopped after his phone went off in his pants. Tenko next to us snickered in amusement about our little bantering and Toya finally handed my cell phone back.

"Seriously?" I rolled my eyes at him as I saw his and Tenko’s number in my contacts and a message to himself, but he answered with a smug grin on his face. "Admit it, you wanted it," chuckling, pinching my cheek.

"Oh for god's sake..." I protested and stood up, as he kept laughing lowly, "Let me out," I demanded.

"Suit yourself" and he leaned back, arms crossed behind his head, his biceps flexing. He didn't budge and I huffed, lifting my leg atop his', shifting my weight to crawl over him only to lose balance and tip. My hands found his chest, steadying myself and when I gazed up, I stared right into his piercing blue eyes. His jaw was set, lips curved upwards into a smirk.

"That eager, huh?" He cocked his eyebrow, his nose almost brushing against mine.

Rolling my eyes I slid off him and wound my way to the exit, not looking back. I fumed internally the entire way back, imagining what I would have felt like swatting him or at least poking his oh so beautiful eyes out. I snorted in frustration, thinking to myself that he was dangerous and I should keep my hands off him.

Weeks passed after that evening. Toya being most definitely a playboy was constantly on my mind and I avoided getting involved with him any further. Yet, I couldn't help the feeling of being drawn in by him, his charisma, confidence– and cockiness.

Whenever we met or saw each other on campus, he’d throw me a smug grin, not averting his eyes from me. In return, I shot him a withering glare, trying to remind - no- to convince myself that I found him only annoying.

As the semester went on, I made new friends. Especially the guy from across my room, Kai, who helped me move into my dorm. We shared a few classes and had been studying together ever since. With time passing I noticed little signs of affection, his hand on my shoulder when leaning in too close while explaining something to me. Or brushing his hand over mine when he suggested edits to my notes. Even though I liked him, I never returned his affection, I just wasn't into any sort of relationship at this point.

The sun had shown its beautiful side on this spring morning as all of us hung out in the courtyard between lectures. There was constant chatting around me, my friends calling back and forth to each other, and Kai stood next to me, our shoulders almost brushing. His eyes never averted me, as he leaned in to whisper something into my ear. A light breeze picked up and blew some hair into my face. He lifted his hand to tug a loose strand behind my ear and I blushed at the intimacy of the situation.

Suddenly a group of young men closed in on us, let by Toya. He cocked a smirk as he approached me.

“There you are, doll” as I felt an arm drop on my shoulder, cold metal bracelets softly scraping the skin on my neck.

Kai took a step back and frowned, his face wearing a disgruntled expression, eyes darting between me and Toya. All my friends had gone quiet, frozen dead in their tracks.

"Toya, let go of me!" I gritted, trying to wiggle out from under his arm but he pressed me even tighter against him.

Seeing that I would not be let go soon I looked at Kai, "Uhm... Kai, this is Toya. Toya, this is Kai." I nudged my head towards my captor, my smile apologetic, but Kai's was forced as he held up his hand for a shake.

"Nice to meet you–" he pressed out between clenched teeth.

Toya nonchalantly ignored Kai and purred into my ear, "Missed you, doll," a mischievous glint in his eyes, the corners of his lips twitched suspiciously, for we both knew he was putting up a show.

I swapped his chest, my scorching glare and my plea to let me go being completely ignored. The irritation growing on Kai's face increased by the second, the tension starting to simmer. But Toya wasn't even remotely fazed, rather amused by his reaction.

"So, how about you visiting me tonight?" Toya pecked a kiss on my cheek. I almost lost my cool but then he let go of me, a wide grin on his face, eyes glinting with mischief. I inhaled deeply, trying to keep the irritation in my chest at bay. He blew me a kiss and strutted off to Tenko and the others waiting for him, hands lazily stuffed in his pockets.

Instantly, chatter erupted around me like a volcano. Suddenly being at the center of attention of our small group, the girls huddled around me, blurting out as if out of one mouth "You know Toya? “

"We met once," I shrugged, resisting the urge to scoff.

"Ohmygod, you are so lucky! He's so fucking hot! He's the hottest guy on campus!“ The girls were all giggles now, eyes gleaming with excitement.

"More like the most annoying," I growled. Peeking up I could still see them, the group of tall, handsome men chatting and laughing amongst themselves. Of course, he's hot. And of course, I had thought about how it would be to see more than just those bright blue eyes, to feel more than just his hands on my body.

"You are so lucky!" Ai pinched my cheeks, Naoko nudged my shoulder.

"Nah, don't think so…". I rolled my eyes, "What kind of show was that anyways?"

"He's jealous!" They winked and giggled behind their hands.

Kai had been quiet, looking after Toya, his eyes like slithers, darkening by the second.

"I am sorry, Kai," I apologized, "I- I am not meeting him tonight. Or at all.” I shook my head, “Whatever…" this was embarrassing.

He just nodded coldly, "It's alright, we'll talk another time, ok?" And with that, he turned and walked off.

“Kai–” my hand rose to hold him back but he was already out of reach and I couldn't hide my disappointment.

"Ok girls, need to go, it's late. See ya, kiss kiss," our hugs hasty as we placed quick pecks on each other’s cheeks.

That evening Kai surprisingly asked me to accompany him to a fraternity party that weekend. Wanting to make it up to him, I more than gladly agreed.

The party was huge. The entire fraternity house was packed to the brim. Kai just returned from the bar and handed me my second drink.

"Thank you, Kai," I beamed at him and our eyes met. He stroked my cheek, leaning in to whisper into my ear "I'm glad you are here with me."

I felt good, the alcohol giving me a sense of euphoria and I sipped the clear sweet liquid, burning down my throat. Seemingly endless amounts of bodies swayed in front of us, rubbing against each other. I could literally feel the sexual tension. Little beads of sweat started to form on my forehead and I wiped them off with the back of my hand, taking another sip from the glass. As I moved my feet to change my stance I swayed a bit. The drink packed quite the punch I thought, but then dizziness slowly flooded my brain.

Kai leaned in as he noticed my uneasiness, an unreadable expression on his face, "Hey princess, you alright there? "

"Uhm, yeah, think I need to lay down a sec. Drank too much–“ I mumbled and started pushing past him.

"Here lemme help," he said, wrapping an arm around me. He held me tight to his body, guiding me down the hallway, leaving the people and noises behind us. The further we went, the more I felt like walking on cotton.

Kai opened a door to a dim room and he laid me on a soft cushiony couch. Everything was spinning and I closed my eyes to find some relief. I barely noticed my wrists being pinned above my head, as a hand slid underneath my shirt and started groping my breast.

My eyes darted open and I bucked underneath him, trying to get him off me. Kai pushed himself down on me, his growing bulge pressing into my thigh as he growled into my ear "Relax, don't make this harder on you than it is."

I tried calling for help but his tongue darted into my mouth the second I parted my lips, suffocating every word that came out. I groaned as he bit into my lip, gripping my breast so hard it bruised. Caged in by his weight, I was not able to move an inch.

"Lemmego–“ I slurred, tears starting to pool in my eyes. He leaned in close, hissing into my ear, "Gonna fucking show that prick Toya who you belong to" as he lifted his hips, starting to unbuckle his belt.

My hands found his chest, my feeble attempts to push him off me were met with low laughter. My head still hazy, I gathered my remaining strength together and lashed out, boxing his groin with all my might.

He wailed out, tipping sideways, face contorted with anger and pain, and I managed to scramble out below him, falling to the floor, and tumbled towards the door.

I somehow found the strength to rip it open and swayed down the hallway.

I heard Kai swearing, taking up the pursuit but his limp slowed him down. I pressed through the sweaty bodies, my mind spinning, tripping, gasping for air as I felt like drowning, turning towards the front door.

I stumbled outside and staggered down the street, picking up the pace until my lungs and legs burned like a thousand fires and each breath was like needles down my throat.

Dizzy and exhausted, I stumbled to a halt and leaned against a wall, my legs giving in and I sagged to the floor. I stuffed my hand into my purse, fumbling for my phone, hysterically trying to sniff away the tears falling from my eyes.

I managed to dial Ai's number. It rang seemingly endless but no one picked up. I tried my other friends. Nothing.

My vision started darkening and panic took over, my heart raced as I found Toya's number. I hit the dial button, the ringing echoing in my head like a jackhammer. I groaned, and closed my eyes. Through the rushing of the blood in my ears, I heard a raspy voice, distant and blurred.

"Hey doll, what's up."

"Toya-" I slurred, feeling the world tilt around me.

"Hey, you ok?" His voice suddenly spiked with concern.

I sobbed, slowly sliding sideways, not being able to keep myself upright anymore, "No... Please–"

"Ok, tell me where you are," His voice low and stern, as I didn't respond immediately, he yelled, "Doll, hey– fuck– gimme something!"

My eyes roamed around, trying to pinpoint some signposts for him. And then I saw it. With my last conscious breath, I was able to mumble a street name before my cheek kissed the cold ground, the phone tumbled from my hand and darkness engulfed me.

I don't recall how long I was out. There were blurs of bright light, someone calling my name. Being lifted up, warmth engulfing me, something stroking my face. As I was coming to, I was nestled into Tenko’s arm on the back seat of a car, Toya behind the steering wheel.

Tenko asked, seeing I was conscious again, “Babe, what happened?"

I was able to describe the occurrences with a few jumbled words and with every one of them Toya became more feral.

Even in the dark of the night, I could see that his face spoke murder, I had never seen him that pissed. His eyes were narrow like slithers, lips pressed into tight thin lines. His jaw muscles kept twitching as he yanked the car around, driving down the road, coming to a screeching halt in front of the fraternity.

His head jerked around, his fiery eyes met those of his friend "Tenko, stay here with her. I'll be back in a sec.“

With that, he ripped the door open and jumped out of the car. All heads turned as he stormed towards the entrance, his face volcanic, flaming fury in his eyes as his voice erupted over the sound of the music. "Kai! You better fucking hide because I am coming to get ya!"

Then he disappeared in the masses. Tenko kept stroking my hair, kissing the top of my head as I nuzzled into his chest, taking in his comforting scent of damp linen and warm skin.

After a while, Toya returned, rubbing the bruised knuckles of his right hand, while he approached the car. As he sat down behind the wheel he calmly said "Kai's never going to bother you again." And with that he revved the engine, tires spinning, driving off.

It wasn't a long drive, but I fell asleep in Tenkos embrace. When I shortly regained consciousness I laid on the couch, head nestled into Toya’s lap, legs on Tenko's. They had draped a blanket over me, the feeling of warmth and comfort engulfing me. Exhaustion took over again, I closed my eyes, my mind soothed by warm hands gently stroking me and I fell asleep again.

The first thing I felt when I awoke was a slicing pain through my head and the thirst of a thousand days in the desert. I gasped for air, opening my eyes and closing them again, moaning in pain at the sudden painful intrusion of the brightness.

“Easy there doll,” I heard a familiar voice softly call out. Another moan escaped as I turned towards the source of the voice, feeling soft sheets hug my aching body.

“How're you feeling,” Toya leaned over me, stroking my cheek.

“Likeshit-,” I mumbled, feeling pelt on my tongue.

He chuckled, “That's the spirit.”

A sob erupted in my chest as the memories from last night came crashing in on me and Toya wiped them off with his thumb.

“I don't want to go back, I am afraid,” all the tension fell off me as the tears ran freely down my cheeks now.

His curled fingers gently nudged my chin up so our gazes met, “How about you stay with us until you find somewhere else."

Tenko lounged in the back, legs lazily spread apart, “What he's trying to say is that we need someone to cook for us." Getting sick of the shit takeout Toya's been bringing home.”

The latter threw a pillow at him, and they both laughed out loud.

"Uhm, ok I guess. If you really don't mind–" I sniffed.

"Naah–" Toya replied and Tenko winked at me, "As long as the food's good."

That evening, they helped me retrieve some things from my dorm. We gathered it in boxes and bags and stuffed it into Toya’s car. It wasn’t much, so we were able to get it all in one move.

As Toya was driving back I raised my gaze to meet Tenko's, "Won't Toya get into trouble for what he did to Kai?"

"Nuh-uh, his dad’s Enji Todoroki. He'll even get away with murder," a hoarse chuckle rumbled through his chest.

"The Enji Todoroki?" I stared in disbelief.

"Yeah, wait-" his eyebrows raised, "You didn't know?"

"Why would I, he never said a thing."

"Dummy," Tenko chuckled, stubbed my nose and I screwed up my face in mock disapproval.

That night, I slept really well. Toya let me have his bed and he took the couch. It felt so comforting, the smell of him in the sheets surrounding me, the knowledge of being safe with both of them.

The week started and I went to classes as usual. During the lecture, I spotted Kai sitting at the opposite end of the hall. Even from this far away I could make out his black eye as well as several cuts on his face. He looked miserable. Served him right, I thought.

It was the first week living with both men. Toya had been sleeping on the couch while I had access to his room. It was dark outside, soft music filled the air as we lounged on the couch, eating the food I had cooked.

When we finished clearing away the dishes we sat down again and Toya handed each one a glass of whiskey.

Watching some gory horror flick that Tenko had chosen, sipping on our drinks, I turned towards him, "Tenko, this is gross! Can't we watch something else?"

“That dude’s gross, what do you expect?” Toya chuckled and earned himself a punch in the shoulder from his friend.

I rolled my eyes, being stuck in between them, and sighed, throwing my back against the couch, “Can't you two self-proclaimed God's come up with something else to annoy me with?”

Both men went silent as they locked gazes, a smirk starting to form on their faces.

Tenko leaned in, purring into my ear “I could think of something-” as I felt his hand slowly descend on my leg. Toya's started rubbing slow circles into my other thigh.

“Guys-?” I glanced at them, both grinning boyishly, “Are you serious?”

"Tenko, how serious are we?” Toya looked up and I gasped for air, each roll of their hands had them move up a bit further. The double stimulation had my mind somersault, my heartbeat increase, as a familiar heat started to kindle between my legs.

“We are more than serious,” Tenko's lips grazed my ear, making my whole brain short circuit as I sucked in a quick little breath.

Toya snaked his arm behind my neck as he inched closer, breathing into my ear, " Question is, are you serious?"

He tilted his head, his mesmerizing blue eyes burned with unbridled desire as he angled his mouth above mine. I could feel the heat radiating off him and our lips met with surprising gentleness. He was soft, warm, and oh my God he was a good kisser. It was like electricity zipping through my body, making me gasp into his kiss. Every hair of my body stood up, goosebumps erupting all over my skin. Closing my eyes I moaned into the kiss, and he let out a low rumbling sound from his chest. His tongue grazed mine, twirling around, exploring the insides of my mouth. I tangled my fingers into his hair, tugging on it to pull him closer.

I was floating on air, tingles shooting from my head to my toes and all I could think about was wanting him - all the way. The kiss became rougher, blooming lust had his teeth clacking against mine. He squeezed my thigh as he tangled his tongue with mine once more until he eventually pulled back.

He dipped in one last time to bite my bottom lip and my squeal had him chuckle lowly. A faint smile crept across his face, making him look so perfect. I stared at him, our breaths hot on each other’s wet lips, the heat of his hands on my body, the way his eyes, half-lidded, pupils lust-blown, looked at me, made me slowly lose my mind.

As I heard a rustle next to me I slowly turned my head towards Tenko and there was no hesitation from his side. The moment our eyes met he crashed his lips on mine with an urgency unsurpassed. His hot firm lips pressed tightly against mine, his tongue slid in and kept swirling around my mouth, while he cupped my cheek with one of his warm palms. Butterflies exploded in my stomach and I melted right into him, intensifying our kiss as he pressed me back into the couch.

Our interaction grew more passionate, longing until my lips were rubbed raw and swollen. He sank against my body and I slowly slid my hands under his shirt, feeling his hot skin, having him groan into my mouth. Tenko pulled away, his mouth parted, pupils blown so wide I could barely see the vibrant crimson red of his irises.

Suddenly I felt being hoisted up as Toya threw me over his shoulder and stood up.

“What the fuck, Toya!” I yelled, futilely hitting his back, while he kept walking. "Let me-”

"No can do,'' he chuckled, a smug grin on his face as he slapped my butt.

“You're such an imbecile,” I winced as we entered his bedroom.

“Just for you, doll," He chuckled and turned around, yelling at Tenko “You coming or what?”

While Tenko strolled over, Toya threw me on the bed and lunged right on top of me. His hands were all over me while we exchanged open-mouthed kisses.

Tenko kneeled next to me, stroking my breasts through my shirt.

"You taste so good,'' Toya breathed into my mouth, "I want you so badly." He groaned unabashedly, as I caught his tongue with my lips and started sucking on it, running up and down its length until I released it and he pulled back, a string of silvery saliva connecting us.

Leaning back, he slowly pulled down my pants and underwear and I inhaled sharply at the feeling of cold air hitting my heated core.

I sat up, Tenko behind me, kissing my neck, slipping his hand under my shirt, snapping open the latch of my bra. Trailing his hands to my breasts, his fingertips caught my nipples, rolling them lightly between two fingers. As the nubs puckered and stiffened, he moved on to softly circling my breasts.

Toya kept kissing me, cupping my face with one hand, the other trailed down to the hem of my shirt, pulling it up. I helped them get it off and Tenko slipped the drooping bra off my chest.

“You're beautiful,“ Toya murmured, cupping my breast, running his thumb over my sensitive nub, giving it a little squeeze.

He stood up and pulled his shirt off, revealing his well-sculpted abs. Reaching down and unbuckling his belt, he pulled down his pants and underwear with one swift move. Tenko followed his lead, dropping the clothes carelessly onto the floor next to the bed. A soft gasp escaped my lips at the sight of their cocks, both beautiful, girthy, and long. They twitched with excitement, precum glistening on their tops. I had to swallow down the hot drool flooding my mouth and my core started contracting achingly in anticipation of what was about to follow.

Toya gently helped me on my back, my hair framing my face nestled into the pillow. Each man grabbed one wrist and pinned it above my head. They locked gazes with me as they lowered their heads, slowly descending on my breasts.

I couldn't help but mewl below them, an unfamiliar feeling arising in me, not being used to such double attention. Their tongues darted out, the flat sliding over my skin, drawing little soft whimpers from me. Toya took my hardened nipple into his warm mouth, latching around it, sucking it, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. Tenko kept mouthing my breast, releasing it with a plop before latching around it again.

When Tenko bit down on my nipple, my mouth fell open, as a heated moan shot up my throat and my eyes rolled back with pleasure. Toya chucked sinfully at my response. They kept kneading my breast, pinching my nipples, letting off throaty grunts as they kept biting, sucking and nibbling on my mounds, setting off fireworks throughout my body.

I arched my back, mewling as they kept sucking relentlessly, building up an unknown heat each time their tongues circled my erect nubs.

Tenko’s hand trailed down my belly between my thighs and he dragged a long finger along my aching slit.

"You’re soaked," he chuckled and bit on my nipple, pulling it up and releasing it with a plop.

“God—” I moaned, a spark shooting down to my core in response. He circled at my entrance, slipping through my slick, sinking inside. A low groan escaped his lips when he felt my wetness drip down past his finger.

Toya’s hand joined his, grazing my clit with every pass. His ringed fingers traced a wicked swirl around my sensitive nub and my legs started to shake.

“Oh fuck,” all inhibitions disappeared as his fingers kept running along my clit and Tenko's slowly pumping in and out of me.

I keened when he inserted a third finger, curling them up to graze that special spongy spot inside. He started fucking his fingers into me in earnest now, as I cried out and tried not to cum right in that moment.

The double sensation of Tenko hitting that special pot, Toya stimulating my sensitive nub soon had me hurling towards my climax, a white heat starting to build inside me.

Toya–, T-Tenko–" I whined.

“Cum for us.” Toya nipped at my lips, kissing me sweetly, sensually and something inside of me snapped.

An earthquake-like tremor ran through my body and Toya groaned low and deep, pressing his mouth against mine, tasting my lust, my desperation as I came undone beneath them. Their hands kept pressing my arms up, gently holding them in place as a loud keen erupting from within, my vision blurring. Tenko let out a choked groan at the way my folds contracted around his fingers with each contraction of my climax. They gently helped me through my high, still moving their fingers, slowly decreasing the pace.

My legs were still shaking and I was panting by the time they stopped, small beads of sweat on my forehead. Toya let go of my hand and stroked some sweaty hair off my forehead, placing gentle kisses along the corner of my lips.

They pulled back, a smug grin stretching across their faces, seeing me fully delirious below them.

Tenko pulled out and held his fingers - covered in my release - up to Toya who took them in his mouth and started sucking them off.

"Oh fuck–" I mumbled, my lust-blown eyes staring at the scene before me, the sight of him sucking off his friends' fingers.

"Taste so sweet," Toya mumbled, licking and sucking each one off individually, smirking at Tenko.

As I tried to catch my breath, Tenko laid down on the sheets in the middle of the bed, head propped up against the headboard.

He lazily started stroking his dick, picking up the precum with his palm, smearing it along his length. His cock was impressive, thick and girthy, the swollen head pink and flushed. I was wondering if I could take him at all but then again–

I looked between both guys and asked "So, how are we going to do this? Who wants first?"

Toya laughed low and cocked his head, seductive eyes half-lidded, as he cooed "We thought more about going at the same time."

My eyes widened as I realized what he just said.

"Oh–" I swallowed, looking at Tenkos throbbing cock "Not sure if this one will fit in the back though–"

Toya closed in on me and cupped my face, "I'll go then," and sensually kissed me on my lips. I stared at his impressive cock, also thick but longer, with prominent veins running along its length and a pretty pink tip, "Not sure," I wiggled a finger in its direction, "if that makes a big difference, to be honest."

Toya looked at me over his shoulder and chuckled, "I'll be careful, doll." And retrieved some lube from his nightstand, "Something he..." he nudged his head towards Tenko, "...can't be."

"Fuck off," Tenko tried kicking him with his foot, but Toya dodged skillfully.

Tenko growled, red eyes gleaming, but then relaxed when he turned towards me, "C'mon over here, babe" and I slowly moved towards him, taking him in hungrily, desperately.

We met in a passionate kiss, while he pulled me to hover over his body. His hands grasped my waist and positioned me above his cock. I braced myself on his shoulders and slowly started to sink down on his tip. A sharp pain tore through my core and I whined against him, feeling him splitting me open.

"S'not gonna fit,'' I pressed out, biting my lips to suppress a wail, relaxing as I tried to open up for him. As Tenko gave a short rut of his hips, sinking even further inside, Toya cussed at the sight of me taking him in. He stroke his hard cock slowly, spreading the lube all over it. With yet another rut of Tenko's hips, he was fully inserted and a deep loud wail escaped my lips as I collapsed against him.

"Told ya he can't be careful," Toya snickered and Tenko pierced him with angry eyes, his lips silently forming the words shut up.

I had gone lax, trying to get used to the exquisite yet painful stretch, feeling his cock twitch inside me with excitement.

"Now, my turn," Toya said and I felt his warm fingers against my puckered hole. My nails dug into Tenkos shoulders as he began to circle his digits around the entrance.

“Fuck, so tight–“ Toya hissed as he dipped his finger inside me to the first knuckle, feeling me squeeze around him as Tenko trailed my neck with kisses, his cock still unruly inside of me. He bit down on my skin to try and distract me from the stretch, stroking my back with his palm, whispering reassuring words into my ear.

Toya slid another lube-covered finger inside me, having me whimper at the stretch, slowly sliding in and out until the resistance started to decrease. I pressed my head into Tenkos neck, as he mumbled doing good and so proud of you babe.

“Are you ready to take both of us, doll?” Toya whispered against my neck.

“Nghhh–” I winced as I braced myself, trying to steady my breathing as I waited for him to line himself up. I felt his hot tip stroke my entrance and then he began to press forward to breach my tightness, Tenko trying to relax my body while he pressed further, inch by inch.

"Oh my god," I choked out.

"I'll go slow, doll," he groaned, unsure of his ability to keep that promise with the way my walls were pulsing around him.

I buried my face deeper into Tenkos neck, a low moan threatening to spill past my parted lips as I grit my teeth together.

“I know you can take it, you’re such a good girl,” he cooed in my ear as I felt Toya push his girth deeper inside me.

"Just a bit- ahh - almost there" Toya huffed and with a final rut, bottomed out inside me as he rested his head against my shoulder to try and calm his own body down. I felt so full, I could hardly breathe. My core started to contract and Toya hissed, feeling my tight walls gripping his cock.

“You okay, babe?” Tenko whispered, pressing a tender kiss against my head as he held me against his chest. I gave the slightest hint of a nod and as if they had waited for it they both started to give slow, shallow thrusts.

“Such a good doll,” Toya growled, slowly easing himself in and out of my tight hole. After a while, I felt myself relax but still whimpered as both men began to pick up the pace, neither of them clinging to a rhythm.

I felt completely delirious, it was like being drunk on the feeling of both men stuffing me as they continued to slam themselves into my holes. With each of Tenko's thrusts, his tip grazed that special spot, hurling me toward another unprecedented high, intensified by Toya's cock rutting in and out of me from behind.

Toya gritted his teeth as he dug his nails into the skin of my hips and I whimpered at the slightly painful sensation as he picked up the pace. An unknown feeling continued to kindle in my body, as Tenko also started frantically slamming his hips into me. Heated moans and groans spilled uncontrollably from our mouths by now, their sounds filling the room, as we all neared our highs together.

Looking down at Tenko I got lost in the sight of his crimson eyes, the way his hair stuck to his forehead, damp with sweat, lips slightly parted. He moved his fingers down to brush against my clit, jolts of electricity sparking through my body as I shook from my impending climax.

“I’m gonna cum–” I couldn’t control my body at this point, the sensation becoming overwhelming as I felt myself clench around both men’s cocks.

“Holy shit–” Tenko let out a low rasp as I arched my back and felt my release wash over me, my core convulsing with a force unbeknown. My eyes rolled back in my head, my mouth opened in a silent scream, only gargled moans erupting from it. My body became slack and I dropped on Tenko’s chest, as the sensation of pressure releasing throbbed between my legs and I felt myself come undone. A clear stream began to seep from my folds all over Tenkos pelvis and abdomen, as he continued rutting his hips with sloshing sounds into me. He let out a rasped "Shit–" as his eyes went wide while both men continued to fuck my quivering body.

Aftershocks continued to travel through my body, the sensation of me clenching around both men had them hurl over the edge.

They both let out a choked groan as they bottomed inside me, coming deep inside my quivering walls, shooting hot, thick ropes of cum into me. After a few more ruts they stuttered to a halt, holding me tight, peppering my neck and shoulders with soft kisses.

I felt both of them slowly going soft inside me, as Tenko smoothed my hair out of my sweaty face, brushing his fingertips along the line of my jaw.

“You have no idea how long we've been waiting to do this,” he panted, cupping my face. Toya pulled out and rolled off to the side, while Tenko tugged me into his arm, resting my head on his warm chest.

After we caught our breaths, he turned his head lazily, pupils still lust blown, "So, Toya, what do you think– is she?"

Toya clicked his tongue and sat up, “You even ask?!” and let out a breathless chuckle.

He leaned forward and over me, giving me a long and deep kiss, his tongue rolling around mine, giving my lower lip a teasing bite as he pulled back, “Doll, you've been officially initiated.”

“I've been what?!” I freed myself of Tenko’s embrace, propping myself up on my elbows, blinking confusedly.

Raking his cerulean eyes over my body, over my face, lingering on my mouth before meeting my gaze once more, he purred ”Yeah, It's a ritual. Everyone living here went through it.”

“What we just did? But- there's only you two living here,“ I frowned.

“That's indeed true,” Toya cocked his head, a smug grin on his face, while Tenko crossed his arm behind his head, a little rosy flush appearing on his cheeks.

And then it hit me. “Oh- oohh…!“ My eyes went wide like saucers as they darted between Tenko and Toya.

"No way," I made a punch-out sound.

Toya chuckled as I jabbed a finger in his chest, "That's admittedly the hottest thing I've ever heard." I giggled, my raw cunt starting to throb at the thought of it, "Next time I'm in, ok?" I pursed my lips in a mock pout.

"For sure," His lips met mine again, "Cause you're ours now, doll.”

“Yeah– ours,” Tenko mumbled lazily as he wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and pulled me down onto him despite my protests. Toya turned to the side, hitting the switch on the night lamp and darkness engulfed us. The light of the moon shone in through the windows, bedding us in its dim light. Tenko rolled over on his side, and I wrapped my arms around him, pulling up the sheets over us, burying my face into his back, breathing in his scent. Toya's hand found my hair, his face nestled into it, inhaling me, my warmth, as he wrapped his arms around my chest and entangled his legs with mine.

I felt warm, comforted, at home. It didn't take long for our breathing to relax and our heartbeat to become one, smooth and regular. Growing sluggish, sleep finally took mercy on us as we remained in each other’s arms until the next morning.

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[PART ii]

I literally had this thought last night (7/6/2020) when I was talking with Admin T. I mentioned Ghibli AU’s and well-- expect her to also put a Ghibli-esque AU out in the near future~! As for me, I saw fan art of Bruno and Haku and well--- here’s where this came from SKSKSKSK I hope you guys enjoy this! ;; god I love spirited away so much...

» » Admin Ko

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For as long as she could remember, the wind was always warm and friendly around her. The soft way it tousled her hair always left her chest feeling breathless whenever she played out in the large open yard. Now, at the age to finally begin her life alone, she can’t help but slowly forget the warmth of the summer breeze that always greeted her every time she went out to play. 

Now, all she could really think of is the bustling streets and the crowded subways. The daily routine she became accustomed felt more like a pattern she could never escape from. 

With a heavy sigh, she looked up at her musty colored ceiling. The sudden sporadic memories of home overwhelming her as a wave of homesickness washed over her depleted form. 

How long had it been since she had gone back? As she closed her eyes she pieced together her fuzzy childhood memories. Though in reality she couldn’t remember much. The loud horns and yells of people failed to help in her submersion of her memories as she finally sat up. 

“...maybe I should head to campus to work on that paper...” 

Another blank stare to the ground, and then she was up as she sluggishly made her way to collect the messy and torn pages of her notebook. Her laptop placed securely in it’s pouch before falling into her backpack with a soft ‘thump’. Once everything was collected, she gave her barren room a brisk look around before leaving the premises. 

Though as she left, the light touch of a familiar warm wind brushed against her arm as she left. She, of course, paid no mind to it as the door shut firmly behind her. Unknown to her, a ghostly figure stood by the now closed door. It’s sad eyes taking in the small and deprecated state of her room and then the lone figure that walked down the silent hallways. With that, the figure vanished, the warm sun shining through the weak windows of her room in the spot it once stood. 

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Seated at the book busy table, she couldn’t help but hold back a grimace as she wedged herself into an open seat. The crunch of final exams and projects was taking it’s toll on the student mind, and anyone could see that as plain as day. 

Once comfortable, or as comfortable as she could get herself, she brought out her notes and laptop. Her fingers working in a quick and familiar routine as her tired eyes found themselves staring back at an empty page. The title, header, and page number mockingly stared back at her as her sporadic notes sat by her side. 

As hard as she tried to force herself to indulge in the working grind, her mind just refused to work. Instead, more memories of her youth kept flashing at her-- signalling her, luring her into a world that was carefree with no worries; and boy did she want to just succumb to those thoughts.  

Before she could even nod her head off, a loud thump and annoyed groan came from her right as she, and many other students around her, turned to look at the figure who banged their head on the desk. As relatable as the situation was, it definitely was distracting. Out of her peripherals, she could spot a couple of annoyed stares and an angry huff from the person before her. 

The tension in the usual quaint sanctuary of the library was now broken, and a good majority of people were none to happy. Feeling an edge of panic, she quickly packed her belongings away and slipped out of the cramped bench. The cool air fanned against the sweat that had begun to build up from the small amount of time she stayed seated and she was honestly thankful for the disruption.

With hurried steps, she walked out of the library and back into the never sleeping city. 

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“....should I take a break and head back home?”

The question came abruptly, an old thought suddenly coming back full force into her mind as she found herself back in her apartment. Her bag abandoned by the front door and her shoes kicked off haphazardly as she found herself staring back into the musty colored ceiling. 

In retrospect, she had 3 weeks left before her papers and projects were due. If she decided to return home, she’d have 2 weeks to prepare for finals and to finish her papers. Furrowing her brows, she couldn’t help but feel her mind reel at the sudden rescheduling of her assignments and planned writing. 

“This is honestly too much...” 

Another sigh, and she kicked herself up from her lain position. Without even a glance at where she was grabbing, she fumbled for an all too familiar object; and once in her possession she found herself flopping back down onto the bed as the dial tone rang in her ear. She hadn’t even noticed she dialed her mother’s phone number.

As the dial tone rang, she felt a strange anxious feeling well up in her chest, but once she heard her mother’s familiar voice she melted into a soft smile as her features smoothed over. 

“Hi mom...yeah I’m doing good. Yes, I’m eating-- no, you don’t need to do that.” 

A soft giggle as the familiar banter filled her ear. As the conversation drew on, she felt herself slipping more into her bed as she curled around one of her pillows for a sense of familiarity. When the line went silent for a moment, she spoke what was on her mind. Her words flooding out in waves as she felt stress filled tears slip out of her eyes as her body racked with emotional tension.

Once spent, she weakly wiped at her red and puffy eyes as she felt her mother’s comforting words slip into her tired mind. The confirmation she honestly needed. 

“Come home. Give your body and mind a break, sweet heart.”

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The next day, her memories went by in a flurry of motions. She remembered packing her essentials. The fuzzy forms of people slipping by her as she purchased her ticket and found herself now in a taxi on her way back home for the first time in months. 

Though as the familiar scenery passed her dull eyes a familiar stone statue caught her attention. Her eyes widened slightly as a memory whipped itself into her head, promptly taking her back in time as she could practically feel the warm rays of the beating sun down her face and the careless laugh that flew past her lips as she played out in the open field.

Before she couldn’t even stop herself, she has asked for the taxi driver to drop her off. Her bag now sitting on the road next to her as she looked at the wide expanse of field and forest before her. The all too familiar scenery bringing back a sense of nostalgia, and despite the cold winter air, she could still feel a strange warmth to it. 

Step by step, she found herself walking through the paths she walked through as a child, and soon enough she found herself before an old tunnel. The friendly little statue at the front greeting her as if an old friend had returned and she couldn’t help but feel a warm smile flush across her face as her hand gently patted the top of it’s head.

“Hello Iwa...it’s good to see you again.”

A soft whisper of comfort fell from her lips as she gently rubbed the cool statue before looking up at the grand abandoned tunnel. As a child, she was told to never venture forth, for the dangers of being lost was too great. Now though, as an adult her child-like curiosity couldn’t help but come back at full swing. 

“...A little detour never hurt...” 

Looking around, she set her bag down in a secluded area behind the statue before steeling herself and stepping forth into the dark tunnel. An initial sense of dread washed over her as darkness crowded her vision, but suddenly a bright light met her gaze and subconsciously she began to pick up the pace. Her feet moving quicker towards the bright light as the odd familiar warm summer’s breeze rushed forth, tousling in her hair once again as she broke through. 

What greeted her was an expanse of field, flowers of all types graced the area as her eyes fell on an odd looking trinket that sat on a stone pedestal. Suddenly intrigued, she moved forward. 

“Is this...an arrow?” 

Though right as she went to touch it a sharp yet deep voice cut out at her.

“What are you doing here?!”

The prick to her finger and a strange feeling suddenly overcame her as her vision fuzzed over, her form toppling to the side as she was suddenly caught in strong warm arms. The blurry figure of a person hovered above her as she tried to focus on their muffled words.

Though all she could remember before she fell unconscious was the striking cobalt blue eyes the stranger had.

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When she awoke, she found herself in a bed. One that was warm and held a sense of familiarity in it’s own strange right. Grimacing, you went to try and massage the headache that suddenly made itself known to you away when you found your face being gently cupped by warm tan hands.

“Oh caro, are you okay? What on earth are you doing here? You shouldn’t be wandering in these forests at all!” 

It was almost comical how the tall man before her was practically crumbling before her in worry. From an initial glance, he looked to be someone who no one would try to fight, but upon closer inspection he was just a young kind hearted man who had a heart of gold and a sense for justice. Yet she couldn’t shake the odd feeling of deja vu as she looked at the man’s worried face.

“...I’m sorry but...who are you? I remember walking into an open clearing with flowers and I saw an...arrow?”

The man stared, almost pained as he searched deeply into her face for any sense of recognition before resigning as an odd haze filtered over his eyes. The action making her even more confused before he gave her a rather pointed stare.

“I’ll explain, but you must tell me what drove you to venture through the tunnel. Alright?”

Hearing his tone, she couldn’t help but obey as she gave him an obedient nod before he finally let go of her face. The feeling almost sent her stomach lurching with affectionate want as the warmth and comfort his hands held brought a sense of calmness to her; and now that it was removed she felt...on edge.

Seeming to sense her uneasiness, he set a hand on top of her own as he relaxed and schooled his expression into one that wouldn’t reveal much, but was comforting in it’s own way. 

“...I...I’m gonna sound stupid for saying this but...I’ve had this weird pull to this place. As a kid I remember playing in these fields and the forest in these parts, and my mom told me to never play in the tunnel because I could get lost....but, as an adult I thought it would be okay? I only meant to stay for a short while! Honest!”

Her heart raced as she felt a sense of dread overcome her. The strange feeling of disappointment settling in the pit of her stomach that even his warm hand couldn’t contain. It was unexplainable, this odd feeling of disappointment and guilt she felt compiling within her as she couldn’t meet the handsome man’s worried eyes. 

Eventually, a soft and even sigh drew her attention from her lap to his face as he gave her a strangely familiar soft look. The dull ache in her chest now causing a subtle shock as she furrowed her brows. Instinctively preparing for a tongue lashing, that she had almost missed the words that escaped his lips.

“....you never change do you?” 

The look in his eyes practically began to melt her unease away, despite the strange comfort she found in the words she could barely hear. When she tilted her head in curiosity to know what he said, he merely gave her an almost dejected chuckle as he brushed it off.

“It was something I said to myself, don’t worry. Now, as for what you told me...I can tell that you’re not lying. The truth in your words and expressions are enough evidence for me to assume you aren’t here on some ulterior motive.”

The relief that flooded over her body was immediate. The slump of her body falling back into the cozy bed had the mysterious man before her chuckle once again. A glimmer of joy in his warm blue eyes as he watched her motions.

“I will have to say though...the item you touched--- the arrow. It’s something that should never be touched by a human. We’ll need to visit a friend of mine to get an understanding of your condition before we can get you home. Is that alright?”

Though his words held nothing but concern and warmth, the absolute dread and fear of the unknown coiled around her as she felt the color drain from her face. 

“Hu...man. Are...are you not human?”

A sense of deja vu overwhelmed her as a faint memory played of her younger self. The same question being poised to a young blurry figure. Another thump of pain dropped into her chest. Ignoring his concerned words, she once again built up the courage to look him in the eyes. Her demands for an answer high, despite her mind and subconscious desperately wanting this all to be some sort of dream.

With a resigned sigh, the mysterious man leaned back into his chair. Seemingly considering his choices as he looked out to the fields. A melancholy look on his face before he turned to her once more. 

“Correct. I’m not human, I am Bruno, the spirit of the Golden Summer Winds.”

[mssjynx]

13. ohmtoonz? for the abo prompts? love your work btw

alpha / beta / omega au

ohmtoonz drabble

13. I’m sitting at the other end of the table in this library and I don’t think you’re realising it but your heat/rut is starting and I can smell it from here.

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Luke wasn’t a study kind of guy. 

He cruised through college, fluking decent marks in tests and assignments and bribing his roommate to write essays for him on topics he didn’t take interest to. He had a lot of other things going on and prioritised his social life and football working over English and Maths. 

Except it was exam week and he was going to be in a lot of shit with his parents if he failed a single exam. So he gathered his courage and, for the first time ever, stepped into the campus library with the intent to educate himself. 

He took ten minutes organising himself, getting his pens out and placing them in colour order, tagging all the important pages of his three science textbooks and exercising his fingers and hand to avoid future hand cramps. He then spent five minutes staring at his blank page, another five minutes slowly, carefully writing out a nice looking header before he decided it wasn’t good enough and ripped the page out. 

It wasn’t until at least thirty minutes after he sat down that he smacked his face several times and forced his attention onto his Physics book, flipping open to the first section of work they’d learnt at the beginning of the year. A quick scan of the page left his heart in his throat as he failed to recognise a single formula. There were too many long words and too many combinations of numbers and letters that he had to memorise. 

He’d chosen a nice space at the back of the library where the chairs were more comfy and the books were a lot lamer; no one bothered with them and therefore, no one walked past him and disturbed him. He wasn’t really surprised that someone eventually joined him, taking a seat at the opposite end of the table and setting up his study gear. 

Luke watched tentatively, following the comfortable way that the guy placed his books down. Within one minute from sitting down, he was alternating between scribbling down notes and reading from the textbook; completely oblivious to Luke’s shock and mild envy. 

When, after an awkwardly long amount of time, the guy glanced up and met Luke’s eyes, the alpha snapped his head down and pretended he hadn’t been staring at the guy. He knew he’d been caught and very determinedly kept his eyes on his page despite being unable to understand a single word. 

The other student looked down and Luke let his shoulders relax. His face was pink and he was busy trying to shake himself out of his embarrassment. There wasn’t many things that could make the alpha blush but he was humiliated at being caught staring. 

Alright, Luke. Study. He told himself, rolling his shoulders in an effort to regather himself. The other student was studying well, he could do the same! Within five minutes or writing down notes on different equations and theorums, Luke found himself routinely glancing up at the boy at the other end of the table. 

His hair was messy in a way that made the alpha question how long ago he’d woken up, and he couldn’t help but find the look cute on the boy. His face remained in a little pout as he worked, lips twisted and brows furrowed as he focused on the school work before him. His concentration seemed unbreakable and several times, Luke had to pinch himself to force his attention back to his half-written notes. 

Eventually, he got the hang of it. He’d powered through several pages of notes and found pride blooming in his chest at his progress. He, too, was focused. No one interrupted them. No one walked by. Neither of them distracted each other. 

Well… for the most part, they didn’t. 

It had been just over an hour that the two had shared a table and studied privately when the scent slipped into Luke’s awareness and brushed at his senses. It took a few minutes until he realised that the other student was the source of the scent. It was a tangy scent; tasting briefly like coffee but holding the undertones of something sweet and foreign to the alpha’s nose. 

Yet when he looked to the other student, there was no different. He didn’t move, he didn’t look any different; he continued studying like there was no difference. The last thing Luke wanted was to offend the guy, so he shrugged it off and tried to focus only on his work. 

Which was hard enough when omega pheromones weren’t clouding his mind. 

Heat. That’s what he could smell. Preheat to be specific; he could taste the fire that acted almost alike a warning, floating among the coffee that stained the insides of his nose and mouth. And it only seemed to get stronger by the second. 

There was no chance he’d be studying with that scent. He hung his head and clenched his fists. Self control was something he was good at and it wasn’t like he was about to pounce on the poor guy, but it didn’t mean the scent of the omega’s preheat wasn’t messing with his head. 

He glanced up when he heard a soft curse uttered beneath the boy’s breath, watching where he sat bolt upright. “Fuck,” he murmured, digging around in his backpack. Luke picked up on his pink cheeks, a fresh wave of preheat flushing his senses as the omega became aware of his situation. “Oh, no, no, no.” Panic mingled with the scent of lust as the boy pulled out a container, flicking it open to find no pills inside. No suppressants. 

“Hey, are you-?” 

“Found ya!” Luke’s words didn’t even make it out before another voice covered them, far too loud and blunt for their little private corner. The other student turned and both boys landed their attention on the two boys who had rounded the corner. 

Luke’s spine curled immediately. An alpha and a beta. He could see the dilated pupils, the snarling grin, the look of hunger and the offending scent of possession. 

“I knew I could smell an omega in here somewhere,” was what the alpha purred as he prowled closer. The omega was out of his seat in seconds, putting the table in between himself and the two newcomers. 

“Leave me alone,” he demanded but Luke could hear the racing of his heart. It seemed he was invisible to all three of the other students as the omega stumbled around the back of his chair. When the alpha rounded the table to follow him, Luke stood, stepping in front of him and meeting those sharp blue eyes. 

The alpha immediately rose to his full height, pulling his shoulders back and puffing out his chest. Luke’s bared teeth showed no fear. “Don’t touch him,” he growled and the bark of laughter that followed had him snarling louder.

“Why not?” the alpha snapped, shoving to hands to Luke’s chest. He took a step back but caught himself. 

“Fuck off, he doesn’t want you near him,” he said, stepping forward and shoving back. “Leave him alone.” 

The alpha snarled but there was a clear difference between his scrawny height and Luke’s football build. “Asshole,” he snapped, gnashing his teeth. “Learn to share your toys.” And had he not turned and left then, Luke would’ve punched him out. 

He waiited until both boys slinked their way out of their area, and waited still until he could no longer taste their unkind scents, before turning to where the omega was pretty much pressed back against the bookshelf. His eyes were wide and full of fear, trained on Luke, and when Luke took a step forward, he cowered down. 

“Hey, hey, I’m not gonna hurt you,” he said, stumbling back and raising his hands. He waited until the boy lifted his head, shyly peaking back at him. “I’m not like that, I wouldn’t- I wanna help you get out of here. Let me drop you home?” he asked. He didn’t step forward. 

“I don’t- I haven’t had many good experiences with alphas,” was the reasoning that the boy returned, words falling to Luke’s feet in fear of the response they might evoke. 

Luke sighed, shaking his head. “I promise I won’t hurt you,” he said. “I’m Luke. My sister’s an omega,” he said and the omega lifted his head further in surprise. 

“I’m Ryan,” he murmured, and Luke felt relieved as he stopped trying to merge himself back into the bookcase behind him. “Are you sure it’s okay?” he asked, and Luke smiled gently. 

“Of course. I know how this school can be. C’mon, I promise I won’t hurt you but you’re gonna need to hide your scent under mine.” He lifted an arm but made no movement towards the omega. 

He let Ryan come to him, treading silently and slowly before he was stopping just out of reach of Luke. “Let me just… get my stuff.” 

“Yeah, yeah. Gather your things and I’ll walk you to my car.” 

As the two collected their belongings, Luke made sure to give the anxious omega a wide berth. It was bad enough smelling like a walking orgasm and Luke knew that preheats and heats were far from comfortable to experience. When Ryan was ready, he allowed the boy to tuck up against his side, wrapping a careful arm around him and resisting the urge to bury his nose in the mess of brown hair. 

“Thank you,” Ryan murmured and they didn’t receive anything other than a few interested stares as they walked through the campus to where Luke had parked his car. They drove with all the windows down and when Ryan jumped out of the car, he flicked a piece of paper at Luke with red cheeks, uttering, “Text me and I’ll call you when I’m off my heat.” 

Luke’s smile didn’t fade until he was back in his apartment, sitting at his desk and trying impossibly to continue his study. 

So what if he failed his exam. He was busy planning a date with a pretty omega.

[mendesho]

Only Fools Pt 2: Please Don’t Bite

A/N: So here’s Part 2 to Only Fools. It’s more of a prequel of how Aria and Shawn met so you don’t have to read the first part to understand it. 

Warnings: Smut.

(Header by the Amazing @stockholmshawn)

Word Count: 7.4 K

Summary: Aria is still getting over her last relationship when her friends drag her out. She meets a boy who makes her feel something she thought wasn’t possible. (I’m bad at summaries loool)

The music thudded loudly from the speakers, filling the dimly lit club with electric beat and pounding rhythms. The air was musky with the sweat of warm bodies grinding and writhing against each other on the small dance floor. The club smelled of smoke from lit cigarettes and free flowing alcohol being poured without a care. People of all ages danced carelessly, hands roaming the body of the nearest stranger and hips grinding against each other. Aria was new to this, the whole club scene. She wasn’t sure how she found herself here. One minute she was sat in her dorm, eating ice cream and crying over the silly rom com that played in the background as her mind wandered to her ex, and the next, her friends were pounding on the door, dragging her up and out of her comfy PJ’s into the tight black jeans and fitted crop top that she now adorned. “It’s been 2 months Ariel” Claire had said, fixing Aria’s hair, pushing the messy bangs out of her eyes. “Mark is a prick. It's time to move on and get yourself a man” Aria sighed, her eyes falling to the floor. She loved her friends for trying to help her, but she wished they would understand. Mark was her first real relationship, and it hurt like hell to be told it meant nothing. “I’m not ready” “Like hell you’re not!” Josie shouted from the bedroom, having made herself at home on Aria's bed. She stood up quickly, trudging to the bathroom and looking at Aria. “You’re more than ready. He never deserved you anyway, the twat” Aria appreciated that. She knew she deserved better, but having shared so many firsts with one person, it was hard to just move on and forget. Aria sighed again, not making eye contact with either of them. She just wanted to lie back in her bed and forget the world for a little while longer. “Aria” Claire had started, her hand resting firmly on Aria’s shoulder, forcing him to look up “You’re my best friend, and I say this with love, but stop being a soppy twat and let’s go get hammered!”

And so here Aria sat, nursing a gin and tonic that was more than halfway full at the small bar at the local club, Enigma, which Claire insisted they go to. It was Aria’s first time at a bar or club of any sort. She usually opted to stay inside and play video games and, on the rare occasion that she did go out, usually went to the frat houses on campus which was host to many drunken frat boys and jocks. Aria felt out of place. Her anxiety was skyrocketing as each guy walked to the bar offered her a hungry glance, looking as though they could devour her in one gulp. It was intimidating to say the least. Aria knew she was attractive, at least a little bit, but with the way these men ogled her, it made her nerves burn under her skin and her stomach bubble nervously. She felt like a piece of meat in the lion’s den just waiting to be pounced on. The metaphorical lamb to the slaughter. She felt kind of silly, being 19 years old and never having been to a club. It almost seemed like she’d missed out on a teenage rite of passage in a way. It's not like Aria had refused to ever she just never seemed to be offered. This whole thing, from the thumping music to the practical orgy happening on the dance floor, it all felt so foreign to her. “Hey there beautiful, what’s a pretty thing like you doing here all alone?” A deep, husky voice said to the right of her, tearing her from her thoughts. Aria winced slightly, hoping to remain unnoticed long enough for her friends to get tired and finally let her continue to sulk in her bed. Unfortunately, the lord wasn’t on her side that night. Aria shifted in her seat, eyeing the man. He was attractive, with a strong jaw that had little brown specks of stubble and sandy brown hair in a messy faux hawk. His eyes were a shiny green, the kind you’d find on the expensive emeralds that sat in the jewelry shop windows that sparkled brightly when the light hit them just right. He looked about 30, Aria thought. “I’m not alone... My friends are here” Aria said loud enough for the man to hear her over the pulsing tones surrounding them. “somewhere...” “Shame they left you all alone. Let me buy you a drink” The man said, a smirk playing on his lips. Aria felt uneasy in this man's presence, the man giving her wolf in sheep’s clothing sorts of vibes. Something didn’t sit right, whether it be the way the man eyed Aria hungrily, or the way his hand brushed ever so slightly against Aria’s hip, it made Aria uncomfortable. Aria tried to scoot away, praying the man would disappear if she acted uninterested. “No thanks, still working on this one” Aria said, trying to calm her rapidly beating heart. He wanted the man to go away so she could resume her previous position of being alone and miserable. “Oh come on, just one drink.” The guy persisted, his hand now resting firmly on Aria's lower back. Aria shifted, scooting away from the guy’s hand. “I’m fine, really. Thanks” Aria turned away from the guy, sending a silent prayer that he would go away with Aria’s rejection. For the second time that night, the lord wasn’t on his side. Instead, the guy gripped Aria’s shoulder firmly, spinning her around on the bar stool, a cold fierceness in his eyes. Aria's heart jumped in her throat, her eyes wide with fear. This was it, Aria thought. Her first time at a club and she was about to either get punched or murdered. “I think the girl said leave her alone” A voice spoke in a harsh tone, startling both Aria and the older man who's grip was still firm on Aria's shoulder. It was beginning to hurt, and Aria prayed it wouldn’t bruise. “And who are you” The man spat viciously. The owner of the voice came into view and Aria almost gasped. He was beautiful, like something out of an anime (maybe Aria had spent too much time inside). The man wore a white button up shirt that fit him nicely, the pale skin of his collarbone peeking from beneath the collar. His jeans were black and form fitting, accentuating his long, slender legs. His hair was dark brown, and his eyes were pools of honey brown that Aria could drown in without a care. “Just leave the girl alone” The man said, his voice stern and his eyes flashing menacingly. The creep glanced at the man once more before releasing Aria's shoulder, a sly smirk on his face “See you soon, hot stuff” After, the creep walked away. Aria breathed a sigh of relief as she felt her heart thud in his ears. She felt like he was going to explode, as he tried to steady his breathing. Her eyes looked up at the stranger, her knight in shining armor. The man was looking at her curiously and Aria could kiss him if she didn’t feel like his legs would collapse if she tried to stand. “You alright, love? Sorry about that guy, he’s a bit of a cretin” The man laughed “I noticed” Aria mumbled. Her heart rate had slowed significantly and she wasn’t trembling as much. The guy gave off such a calm aura about him. Like he could make everything better just with a simple smile. “I’m Shawn, by the way. Shawn Mendes” The man, Shawn, said as he stuck out his hand. Aria eyed it curiously before placing his own on Shawn’s, giving a firm shake. Ariel Jones. But my friends call me Aria” “Well Ariel Jones, who's friends call you Aria, how are you enjoying your first experience at the club” Shawn chuckled, taking a seat next to Aria Aria's eyes widened it panic “Am I that obvious” Shawn chuckled again, his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth. “A little bit. No worries though, I was the same way my first time. I remember not leaving the bar the whole night and drinking loads of cranberry breezes” Aria smiled slightly at Shawn's recount. It made her feel less awkward, knowing she wasn’t completely alone. “And how did that end up for you?” “My head in the bushes and a pounding headache in my English lecture the next morning” Shawn said, a bubble of laughter escaping his lips. His laughter was infectious, causing Aria to laugh right along with him. Aria could get used to hearing his laugh. The way it was a little high pitched in contrast to the soft velvet of his voice. The way his head was thrown back and how his whole face would light up, making him more beautiful than he was.  Aria was convinced that his laugh could cure any disease in the world. “So Aria, what are you doing when you aren’t nervously sitting in a club nursing a drink and getting hit on by creepy guys?” Shawn asked, a humorous expression on his face and a flash of mischief in his eyes. Aria smiled brightly “Well clearly this is my normal routine. But actually I’m studying law at Toronto, first year” “Oh a lawyer” Shawn said, his tone playful but a curious expression on his face “That means you’re going to be rich and have fancy cars and I might just have to make you my sugar mama.” Aria nearly choked on the sip of her drink she had taken, a bubble of laughter falling from her lips. “I have to actually pass my Intro to Law class before I can think about having fancy cars and the likelihood of that happening is nil” Shawn laughed exuberantly, his hand moving to fix the side of his already messy curls that had fallen into his eyes. Aria stared at him, maybe a little too long, taking in every part of his face. He was attractive, that was for sure. More attractive than Mark could ever dream to be. Aria smiled to herself when she realized that this was the longest time she had gone in a while without thinking about Mark. All because of this wonderful stranger who had saved her from being assaulted by a creep. She made a mental note to thank Claire for this later. “So Shawn” Aria started, taking a sip of her drink. The ice had mostly melted and the alcohol was severely diluted now, but Aria had paid 10 bucks for it so she certainly wasn’t going to let it go to waste. “What do you do when you’re not saving inexperienced club goers from creepy men looking to get their rocks off”

 “I'm a musician. I’m heading out on tour tomorrow and wanted to relax a bit before all the craziness started” Shawn said, a small smile curved on his lips. Aria stared, fascinated by this man. He was a musician, traveling the world when Aria was sat complaining about basic intro classes and writing papers. She felt like a proper loser compared to this man. Aria was convinced this man was perfect, the epitome of perfection and there was no way he could be real, let alone interested enough to talk Aria for more than 10 minutes. “Hey, do you want to get out of here? Maybe go for a walk?” Shawn said, a hopeful expression on his face. Normally, Aria would say no. Especially after the whole Mark thing, she wasn’t exactly inclined to subject herself to heart break again. But there was something about Shawn. About the way he looked at Aria, the way he spoke. The way his eyes shined brightly even in dark room of the club and how his laugh filled Aria’s body with warmth that made Aria inclined to say yes. So she did, opting to text her friends later and thank them for dragging her out of her shitty dorm.

~~~ Aria clutched the warm cup of coffee in her hands, thankful for the comfort it provided as she and Shawn walked down the cold streets of Toronto. The breeze blew through the air, ruffling the trees and bringing a cold chill over Aria. Shawn smiled at her, taking a step closer as he sipped his own coffee. Aria had learned that Shawn was 20 years old, his birthday the beginning of August. He was born in Pickering but was planning to move to Toronto once he finalized the purchase of his condo.  He was allergic to dogs, even though he loved them. He loves Harry Potter, music (obviously) and was very close to his family. It was almost like he was Aria’s other half, which made Aria excited. Aria felt her heart quickly sink at the thought that Shawn would be gone after tomorrow. She probably wouldn’t see him again and Shawn would forget all about Aria and move on to some new girl who would get lost in his eyes. “You think too loud” Shawn said, eyeing her curiously. “What's on your mind?” Aria blushed as she was pulled from her thoughts, glancing over at Shawn “Sorry, I’m a very thoughtful person I guess. I’m not really thinking of much.. Just kind of lost in thought” Shawn smiled at him again, nudging his shoulder gently. “Well enough of that! Come on, let’s get on the Ferris Wheel” Aria glanced over where the giant wheel sat illuminated in the square, the line already about 3 feet long. She wouldn’t admit to Shawn she had a slight fear of heights, hoping that she could push the anxiety aside just for this one night. She wasn’t willing to ruin his time with this man for anything. They stood in line, having drained their coffee cups and tossing them in the bin near the small line, which despite its size was moving rather quickly. Shawn nudged into Aria, a smile on his face as he looked in the girl's eyes. Aria really wanted to kiss him. Not too long after, they were taking their seats in the cart of the wheel. The wind whistled softly around them, bringing a slight chill in the air. Aria shivered slightly, scooting closer to Shawn instinctively, seeking his warmth. Shawn wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her into his side. Aria smiled shyly, the feeling comforting and oddly intimate. Aria felt a bit silly, with the way her heart sped up in her chest and her cheeks created a dusting of pink on her skin. She had only known this man for 2 hours and already she felt like a high school kid developing a crush. She couldn’t deny the warmth she felt surrounding her, not just from Shawn's body heat, but Shawn in general. He had a warm personality that could kill the cold and bring light to wherever he was. The wheel began to move, ascending them high over the city. The lights shone brightly in the sky, lighting up the dark night time. Aria was in awe, never having seen Toronto from this angle. It was breathtaking. The lights sparkled on the buildings, like stars in the distance, and the sky was clear, the black reflecting the light beautifully. “It's so gorgeous up here” Aria gasped, her eyes glued to the view around them. “It really is. Thank you for coming up here with me.” Shawn spoke, his voice soft and gentle like velvet. Aria tore her eyes away from the view and looked at Shawn. The lights of the city danced across his face, his eyes even more beautiful than they naturally were with the way the light was hitting them. Aria saw glimpses of yellow in his eyes, as a soft smile was etched on his face. Aria really wanted to kiss him. Almost as if Shawn could read her thoughts, he leaned forward just a bit, his eyes darting down to glance at Aria's lips. His tongue slid across his own lips and his eyes went back to meet hers, biting his lip nervously. “Can I um… Would it be okay if-” Shawn started, tripping over his words. Aria found it adorable and cut him off. “Yes please” She said, her voice shaky and barely above a whisper. Shawn let out a breath, his hand traveling to Aria's cheek and his thumb ghosting over the bone gently, carefully. He looked into Aria’s eyes deeply, like searching for one final form of consent and leaned in. His breath ghosted over Aria's lips and her eyes fluttered shut, her stomach flipping relentlessly and her brain screaming with white noise. When their lips finally touched, Aria felt her whole body ignite. It wasn't fireworks or rainbows, but an intense warmth that rushed over her. It was like she was trapped in a burning building that she didn’t want to escape. She wanted to be engulfed by the flames and never let this feeling end. She felt alive. Shawn’s lips were soft, an excellent contrast to Aria's own overly chapped ones. They were smooth and plump and he tasted like coffee and chocolate with bits of vodka mixed in. The kiss was slow, careful, almost cautious of frightening Aria away. Aria's hands went to Shawn's hip, clinging to the fabric of his jacket that hung on his waist. Her hands were shaking from her nerves and the feeling of the older boys lips being on her, though she would say it was from the cold if ever asked. Soon, far too soon in Aria's opinion, Shawn pulled away. His eyes met Aria's again and a shy smile graced his lips. Aria could get lost in his eyes, the way he stared at Aria made her fill with warmth and a desire to always be by his side. She never wanted this night to end. “That was.. Yeah” Shawn said, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. Aria felt on cloud 9. She felt like she was swimming. Her whole body felt like it was sparking and waiting to explode and she wanted more. She wanted to feel this every day for rest of her life. She never believed in love at first sight, always thinking it was a myth people made up to explain adolescent feelings, but she got it now. She understood the hype. Aria's not sure what led her to her next move, whether the electricity from the kiss that still hung in the air, or the adrenaline that was coursing through her body, but before she knew it she was pulling Shawn in by his collar. Their lips clashed sloppily, not as gentle and easy as the first. This was heavy, full of passion and desire. Aria was feeling brave, her hands running through Shawn's hair, tangling her fingers in the brown curls. Shawn's hands were on Aria's hips in a flash, his fingertips digging into her exposed skin. He darted his tongue over her bottom lip, not having to wait long before Aria parted her lips and let Shawn explore her mouth. It was messy and rushed, but Aria craved it. She wanted more. She needed more.

~~~ The cab ride back to Shawn's hotel was tense. Aria was fidgety and anxious and struggled to keep her hands to herself. She never did this, never picked up random guys for a quick fuck. She wasn’t the type and now that she was doing it, her nerves were on high, causing her hands to tremble and a lump to form in her throat. There was something about Shawn that made her brave. Making her do things she never thought she would. He brought her out of her comfort  zone. It was exhilarating. Shawn sat next to her, hand resting on Aria's thigh and stroking slowly, his eyes watching Aria carefully. They weren’t the honey brown they normally were, instead dark, almost black with lust. Aria shivered at Shawn’s touch, the hand sliding up slowly and ghosting over Aria's center.  She held back a moan, biting her lip and digging her nails into the leather of the arm rest. Thankfully, the cab ride was over soon enough and they both exited the cab. They rushed inside quickly once they handed the driver the cash and rushed to the elevator. The wait for the elevator may have been worse than the cab ride, as Aria was growing more and more desperate the longer she had to wait. She wanted to touch Shawn. She wanted to taste the boy properly and run her fingers over the soft, tan skin.

 She shuddered at the dirty thoughts her mind was creating. All the thing she wanted Shawn to do to her.  What she wanted to do to him. She bit her lip, trying to focus her mind. The ding of the elevator startled Aria, ripping her away from her less than PG thoughts. Both of them stepped inside once the doors opened. Shawn pressed the door close button, stepping back so they metal doors could shut. In less than a second after they had, Aria felt herself being pushed against the wooden wall of the lift, warm lips against her own. She moaned into the kiss, hands going to Shawn’s hair. Shawn took Aria's hands from his hair, pinning them above her head, and began attacking her neck, soft nips and kitten licks stroking over her skin. Aria felt her knees wobble, her neck being her most sensitive spot.

She let out a loud, almost pornographic moan, rolling her hips forward to meet Shawn’s. She heard Shawn suck in a breath, rolling his hips back. They were both unbelievably aroused, desperate for the other. Shawn's teeth grazed over her skin, sucking a mark into her neck. Aria didn’t even mind, wanting to show the whole world that this beautiful man wanted her. The lift doors dinged, opening slowly. The two jumped away from each other, Shawn going back to the other side of the lift. Aria was panting, her cheeks flushed, hair a bit of a mess and the beginnings of an angry, purple bruise forming on her neck. An older woman, who couldn’t be any younger than 70, stepped inside and pressed the button for her floor followed by the close button. She glanced at the both of them, giving a raised eyebrow at their current state. Aria blushed furiously, avoiding the woman’s knowing gaze. She tried to slow her breathing, willing her heart to stop thudding so loudly. Shawn let out a chuckle, keeping his eyes glued to the metal doors. The lift dinged once more, this time for Shawn's floor. They both stepped out quickly, not looking back at the older woman. Aria followed Shawn down the corridor to his room, anxiously waiting for Shawn to open the door. Finally, the door was open and Aria's back was yet again pressed to the wall.

 Teeth clashing and roaming hands and heavy, breathy moans. Aria felt weak in the knees again, her hands clinging to Shawn's shirt in order to keep herself upright. Shawn's hand slid under Aria's shirt, fingertips ghosting over Aria skin and leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. Aria shivered under Shawn’s touch, her breath hitching in her throat and her hips pushing forward instinctively.

“You’re so beautiful” Shawn whispered against Aria's lips, his hand trailing up Aria’s torso, finding themselves underwear bra.. Aria blushed deeply. She’d never been called that before by anyone other than her friends and her mother and it sounded genuine. It sounded intimate. His thumb brushed over her nipple, a small moan escaping Aria's lip.  Aria didn’t know what to do with herself. She felt like she was on fire, her whole body blazing under Shawn's hands. She felt overly sensitive and wanted Shawn to touch her. She wanted him in any way she could get him. Shawn tugged her shirt over her head, discarding it to the side of the room. Aria's hands went instinctively to her chest, her self-consciousness kicking in. She hated being shirtless. She hated being naked in general, hating the way her stomach wasn’t  flat and the many freckles and birthmarks that littered her torso. Shawn looked into her eyes, his lips slightly parted. “Stop it. You’re gorgeous, let me see you” He said softly, gently pulling Aria’s arms back to her sides. Aria blushed again, looking away from Shawn. She wasn’t used to this, being called beautiful and gorgeous. When her and Mark would have sex, her body was mostly ignored, cast aside in favor of Mark's pleasure. This was new, having someone focus on her. It was terrifying. Shawn's eyes gazed over her hungrily, his tongue darting across his lips. “So fucking beautiful.”

 Shawn sank to his knees, his hands working to undo the buttons on Aria's jeans.  Aria laid her head back against the wall, the feeling of his calloused fingers ghosting over her skin, so close to her core was driving her mad. She hasn’t gotten off in ages and she was receptive to even the lightest touch from Shawn. Shawn looked in her eyes,  asking silent permission to continue removing her pants. Aria nodded slightly, watching Shawn closely Shawn smiled, pulling Aria's jeans down to her ankles. His fingers traced over the silky underwear she was wearing, tracing patterns and stroking her folds through the thin fabric. Aria shivered and pushed her hips forward, desperate for more friction. She could feel herself practically dripping.

 “Hm, so wet for me already” Shawn stated, his voice thick with his own lust. Shawn tugged the underwear down Aria's legs, pulling them off and tossing them in the distance. He began kissing up her thigh, hiking it over his shoulder. Aria's gripped his shoulder, steadying herself against the cool wall on her warm back.

 Shawn's tongue ghosted over her thigh, his eyes watching her the whole time. She felt her chest heaving as she watch him, wanting desperately to pull him to her center, where she really needed him.

 Being the mind reader he was, he moved quickly to her core, tongue gliding up and down her folds before sucking her clit into his mouth.

 “Oh, fuck” Aria moaned, her legs shaking at the feeling.

 She felt his finger ghost over her opening, circling the outer rim before dipping in slowly, pumping in and out. She let out another loud moan, her head falling back against the door and her eyes shutting tight.

 She felt the pleasure wash over her, not remembering the last time she felt this good. Her body moved in sync with Shawn's fingers, pushing her closer to her release.

 She wanted to stay like this. Stay in his arms, feel his hands and lips on her. Feel his heartbeat against her skin. Her breathing became staggered and her vision became dark as he continued his motion, speeding up his fingers and sucking her clit, his tongue darting out to add extra sensation. He added second finger to her, stretching her further and causing an even more pornographic moan to fall from her lips. She really hoped the walks weren't thin.

 She felt light, like she could float a million miles away. The girl began to tremble, her body tensing as she felt her release approaching quicker than she wanted. She wanted this to last forever, if it could. She was very content with the idea of never having to be away from Shawn’s lips. Just before she could come, Shawn pulled away from her, kissing back up her chest. Aria let out a frustrated whine. “Patience baby” Shawn said, pecking Aria’s lips. “On the bed” Aria scrambled, nearly tripping over her own feet and rushed over to the bed. She obliged, crawling on the bed, flopping down on her back and propping up to look at Shawn. She felt exposed, never having gotten this close with anyone but Mark, but she wasn’t scared. Somehow she trusted Shawn, knowing he would hurt her. Shawn stripped quickly, tossing his pants, shirt, and boxers in a pile with Aria's. He came over to the bed, licking his lips again. “You’re so perfect, has anyone told you that” Aria shook his head, avoiding Shawn's eyes. She felt like a child, with her constant blushing at the simplest compliments. Shawn smiled at her, crawling on the bed and reattaching their lips. Aria's hands found Shawn’s hair again, running her fingers along the man's scalp. She moaned into the kiss, lifting his hips to get some friction. Shawn’s mouth trailed from Aria's lips to her jaw, nipping and biting at the flesh. Soon they were on her neck, adding new marks to the one from the lift. Aria moaned louder, her hips jerking upward at the feeling of teeth on her neck. Shawn pulled away from Aria's neck, ghosting kisses along her collar bone, his tongue darting out and tracing over the dips. He continued the action across Aria’s chest, stopping briefly to tease her nipples. Aria’s old therapist had told her she had an addictive personality, boarding on obsessive. She thought she was full of shit, until this moment. She could get addicted to the feeling of Shawn’s lips on her skin. The way his hands felt on her hips. The way his teeth grazed delicately and carefully but enough so Aria could feel it. She could get very addicted to this.

Shawn glanced up into Aria's eyes, placing a few kisses near the dip of his hip bone. He smirked a little, running his fingers teasingly over Aria's thigh. “You have such a perfect body baby. Turn over for me” Aria obliged, flipping over once Shawn got out of the way. She got on her knees, resting on her elbows. He looked back at Shawn curiously, biting her lip. Shawn smiled at her, his hand running along Aria's spine. He placed soft kisses on each bump and birth mark he saw, soon his hands reaching Aria's bum. He caressed it gently, kneading it between his hands. “Such a perfect ass too.” He whispered, his voice low and gravely. He bend down, kissing over the cheeks and biting softly Aria swore she could come just from the way Shawn sounded. Aria moaned, pushing her hips back into Shawn's touch. She felt warm and sensitive and she needed something. Anything Shawn would give her “S-Shawn please” She moaned, her voice sounding broken. Shawn chuckled, hand running up Aria’s thigh. Before Aria could even comprehend what was happening, she felt a warm, wet sensation over her center again. She jerked forward, a loud moan ripped from her throat. This. This was new.

 She'd only ever done missionary and she certainly has never been eaten out from behind. She wasn't sure why she trusted Shawn with all of these new sensations, but shed be damned if she protested. Shawn’s hands gripped Aria's hip, holding her in place as his tongue lapped across her core again. He pushed his tongue inside her, trying to create as much sensation as he could. Aria's arms were trembling, her body began to quake again and her mind went fuzzy. This sensation was entirely new and she could cry. “F-Fuck, Shawn. Oh god” She moaned out, pushing her hips back. Shawn slowly pushed a finger in Aria’s entrance, his tongue still lapping over the sensitive skin. He pushed his finger in and out of Aria, mewling at the sounds she was making and how responsive she was. He soon pushed another digit in, curling them up. Aria almost screamed, feeling the fingers brush her g-spot. Her legs were trembling, on the verge of collapsing and she could feel the knot in her stomach tightening. She was so close, the urge to come heavy on her stomach. She moaned loudly, pushing her hips back more to meet Shawn’s hands. “You going to come like this baby? Just from my mouth and fingers” Shawn purred out, pulling away briefly. Aria moaned loudly, nodding quickly as she felt her stomach tense, her orgasm looming. Just a little more and she would be gone. Suddenly, Shawn pulled away completely. Aria whined loudly. She could cry, her frustration building. She wanted to scream at Shawn to just fucking get on with it, but she loved the idea of having Shawn touch her. She wanted Shawn to touch her forever. “S-Shawn. Please. Please I need” Aria stuttered, her voice unsteady and her hips moving involuntarily. Shawn nodded, kissing back up Aria's spine. “Don’t worry love, I’ll take care of you” Shawn reached in the black bag that sat next to the bed on the floor, pulling out a condom. He ripped the condom open with his teeth, rolling it over his length and stroking himself, soft moans falling from his lips. Aria moaned quietly, looking back at Shawn pleasuring himself. The sounds he made were delicious, soft and deep. Aria almost came just listening to him. His presence alone was orgasmic to be honest. He bit his lip, looking down at Aria. “On your back love” He said softly. Aria turned over, looking at Shawn curiously. With Mark, he was never gentle. He never complimented her. He just used her body and left, a quick love you before departing. She never paid it any attention until now. This was much better than anything she'd ever experienced. Aria looked Shawn over. His body was beautiful, like a work of art created by Leonardo Di Vinci himself. His chest was speckled with a few chest hairs and he had what most would describe as a 6-pack, but Aria could swear she counted at least 8.  He had a little scar, just above his hip. Aria assumed it was from having his appendix removed, as she had one in a similar spot. Aria had to hold in a moan when she saw how big Shawn was. She saw Shawn smirk and he bit his lip, looking away from the boy and blushing for the millionth time that night. Shawn positioned himself near Aria's entrance, teasing the hole slightly with the tip. “Look at me” He said, his voice thick and low. Aria turned her head, staring into the man's eyes. She moaned loudly as she felt Shawn push into her, a slight burn of pain shooting through her as he stretched her. She struggled to keep her eyes open, not wanting to miss any of this. Her nails dug into Shawn's forearm, trying to will the burn to go away. “Tell me if it's too much. I’ll stop, okay” Shawn said softly, placing light kisses over Aria's face. Aria nodded, taking deep breaths. She felt Shawn bottom out and the pain was searing, but she wanted to push through. She had to push through. Shawn stilled his hips, groaning loudly at the tightness of Aria around him. Aria bit her lip, focusing on the pleasure that was slowly starting to replace the pain. “How you doing, honey ” Shawn asked, kissing along Aria's cheek. “I-I'm okay. Just. Just give me a second” Aria said, her voice shaking. Shawn nodded, placing light kisses on Aria's neck. Aria breathed slowly, relaxing her muscles. She felt herself calm down a bit, the feeling of Shawn inside her turning from pain to insurmountable pleasure. She let out a soft moan, rolling her hips up to signal that he was okay to keep going. Shawn smiled, placing one final kiss on Aria's lips and rocking his hips slowly. He began with a slow thrust to build his rhythm, gripping Aria's hands and pinning them on either side of her head. Aria moaned loudly, feeling every drag of Shawn's cock in and out of her. It felt euphoric, the pleasure incomparable to anything else she had ever felt in her life. Aria wrapped her legs around Shawn's waist, rocking her hips in rhythm with his own motions. Shawn began to pick up speed, his eyes falling shut at the feeling of her around him.  Aria whined loudly, high pitched and needy. She wanted to touch Shawn but her hands were pinned above her head. “Fuck, Aria. You sound so good, baby” Shawn moaned out, thrusting his hips harder. Aria screamed, feeling Shawn slam into his g-spot again. She felt her release build inside her again, the heat pooling in her lower abdomen and the warmth spreading over her body. She whimpered loudly as Shawn slammed into her repeatedly, his own moans mixing with Aria's. Shawn leaned down, placing his lips on Aria's neck again, biting and sucking even more marks into her soft skin. Aria whined loudly, arching her back up more. PS-Shawn, Fuck I-I’m” Aria stuttered out, her words jumbling in her brain as she tried to form a sentence. Shawn released his hands, fingers moving to circle Aria's clit quickly in time with his thrusts. Aria arched her back, her fingers digging into Shawn's skin. She closed her eyes, biting down hard on her lip and whining, hips bucking wildly against Shawn. Her legs shook with the force of Shawn’s thrusts and the impending orgasm that continued to build rapidly in her body. Her lip started to hurt from how hard she was biting down on it, but she was too gone to care. “Look at me baby, I want to see you when you come for me” Shawn growled Aria's hips sputtered, the words pushing her over the edge. Her eyes flew open to stare at Shawn, trying to keep his eyes on him while she rode out her orgasm. She felt herself clench and her body spasm involuntarily,  as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her vision went white and his body shook, riding out his high. Shawn groaned loudly, feeling Aria clench around him as his own orgasm overtook him. He kept his thrusts up, stilling as his own orgasm hit, causing him to spill into the condom. Shawn collapsed on top of Aria, a hand reaching up to play with her hair. Aria hummed contently, a wave of euphoria and exhaustion washing over her. She wanted to sleep. She wanted to stay in his arms forever, the feeling of safety and warmth making her feel almost like she was home. She never felt like this with Mark, often left cold and alone after Mark was done. She would usually get up and leave once all was said and done. “That was amazing” Shawn said, his breathing heavy. He felt like dead weight on Aria, but she didn’t mind at all, too caught up in her after orgasm haze. Her brain was fuzzy, slowly trying to clear up and form legible words. “You’re amazing” Aria said, cringing immediately at how tacky and cliché it was. Shawn smiled brightly and kissed her once more before rolling off of her, a small whimper from his lips as he pulled out, and pulling the condom off to throw it in the trash. Soon enough, he was back in the bed, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. Aria nuzzled closer to Shawn, burying her face in his neck. This felt very domestic, the way Shawn's fingers traced patterns across the skin of Aria's shoulder and arm. Aria breathed in deeply, capturing the boy’s scent. He smelled like cinnamon, coffee, and sex and it was the most intoxicating thing Aria had ever smelled. She would bottle this scent and smell it every single day if she could. The realization hit like a ton of bricks. Shawn was leaving tomorrow, headed back to on tour around the world. Off to bigger things and new people.  This was very possibly the last time they’d see each other. Aria's euphoric state was quickly replaced by a feeling of dread and sadness. It hit her like a train and she wished she wouldn’t have remembered. Her brain was cruel sometimes. “You’re thinking too loud again” Shawn said, his voice sounding tired. He sat up, looking at Aria, eyes searching her face with concern. “I just… It's just… Never mind, it’s stupid” Aria said, avoiding Shawn's gaze again. She had only just met Shawn. This was just a one night stand. She couldn’t tell this beautiful man that she had developed feelings for him after knowing him less than 6 hours without sounding like a total stalker weirdo. She worried that Shawn would think he was insane and kick her out straight away. Then she definitely wouldn’t see the beautiful boy with the honey brown eyes and sweetest smile ever again. Shawn placed a finger under Aria's chin, forcing her to look up “Aria, talk to me” Aria sighed, willing her eyes not to water. She hated the fact she got attached to people so quickly. They always ended up leaving her in the long run. She tried to think about what to say, how to work the jumbled mess her brain was producing.

 She cleared his throat, trying to find the proper way to say this without coming off as insane. “It's just. This was.. Such a good night. And I realized this is probably the last time I’ll ever see you again because you go back on tour tomorrow and I’m being stupid because I like you a lot. Like really a lot and it’s stupid because we've only just met and I’m being a friggin weirdo right now and you probably think I’m so strange and I’m rambling now and I just-“ Aria rambled, but was cut off by Shawn's lips. Aria melted into the kiss, her hands going to Shawn’s hair instinctively. The feeling of warmth spread over her again. She never wanted to stop kissing Shawn, his lips almost as intoxicating as his smell. Shawn pulled away, his thumb brushing over Aria's cheek. His voice dropped to barely above a whisper, but spoke loud enough so Aria could hear him. “I promise you Ariel Jones, this is definitely not the last time we will see each other” Shawn said, his eyes boring into Aria's. The intensity was high, every time Shawn stared at her. She wasn’t sure why, but she believed Shawn. She knew she would see him again, somehow. Aria nodded, eyes still staring at Shawn. This beautiful man who had walked into her life and made her feel things that she could never understand in such a short time. This beautiful man who kissed her like she was the most important person in the world. He touched her like she was the most beautiful person in the world. He was gentle and kind and honestly Aria felt her heart swell. They kissed once more, the intensity still present, before Shawn pulled away. Aria went to sit up, preparing to grab her stuff and go. Just as she was about to, Shawn pulled her back, his eyes looking like a lost puppy. It was amazing how he could go from intense and incredibly sexy to adorable in a matter of seconds. “You’re not leaving are you? Please stay” He said, his voice almost shy. Aria nodded slowly, hand brushing the Shawn’s hair out of his face. “Okay” Aria laid back down, scooting her body close to Shawn. She felt warm and safe next to Shawn, like nothing in the world could touch her as long as they were together. It felt like home, something she hasn’t felt in a very long time. She loved this feeling, never wanting to let it go. This was all so new and it was unnerving. Aria was terrified. She wanted to give this man everything she had, even though she only knew him a short time. She wanted to spend as much time with this man as she could, get to know everything about him. She wanted to build a future with him, a life. That scared Aria to no end, thinking about it. But she was willing to risk it. She would risk it all for a chance with this beautiful person, just praying that this beautiful boy wouldn't break her. Aria glanced over at Shawn, who by now was fast asleep with his hair falling in his face and soft snores falling from his lips. Aria leaned down, pressing a soft kiss on his lips, brushing the stray hair away from his face. "Please don't bite" Aria whispered, staring down at Shawn, taking him in once more. “Don't be like the rest” With a sigh, Aria settled in, snuggling closer to Shawn and falling into a deep sleep, content filling her body.

[auburnfamilynews]

The series against sixth-ranked Tennessee almost didn’t happen for the Auburn Tigers. First, just getting on campus seemed to be an insurmountable task. The Tigers went through multiple charter buses that kept breaking down on the road to Knoxville. Then, impending weather disrupted the series, forcing the two teams to play game one on Saturday and a double header on Sunday. Even between games two and three, lightening delays pushed the start of the final game later and later in the day. By the time game three began, the Tigers had to be a little fatigued and a lot uncomfortable. 

The Vols had their field house and access to showers and clean uniforms between the games, but the Tigers had to spend the down time in the dugout wearing the same uniforms for hours upon hours. The wear and tear of the grind showed in game three as Auburn just didn’t have enough left in the tank to play. The third game wasn’t quite meaningless, but it was close. In games one and two Auburn dominated the Volunteers to the tune of 10–5 and 3–0, securing a series win.

Along the way, there was a shakeup at the top of the SEC standings. Auburn came into the weekend down the SEC leader board. Alabama was at the top with a record of 7–2 in the conference and was taking on South Carolina. Behind them was Tennessee. Auburn was down the food trough.

By weekend’s end, Auburn was on top tied with Alabama. Had Alabama not salvaged game three against the Gamecocks and Auburn not given away its game three, the Tigers would be alone at the top. Still, the series win against the Vols was huge.

However, SEC rankings, especially at the top of the conference, aren’t that important. Ten of the nation’s Top 25 teams reside in the SEC. NCAA rankings haven’t been updated this week, and the last rankings are from on the 25th of last month. It will be interesting to see how Auburn fares in the poll after losing a series to UGA last week at home before taking this one against the Vols. 

It was the Snow Show this weekend. Tannon Snow was incredible at the plate for the Tigers in the first two games, willing them to wins. She was 4-for-4 in game one with two homers while scoring an insane SEVEN RBI’s. That ties the record held by former Auburn great, Kasey Cooper. It was Snow’s second multi-homer game.

Ashlee Swindle earned the win after a lightening-fast leash was pulled on Lexi Handley. The transfer hurler can hit 72 miles an hour with her fastball, but she can also mail a lot of pitches to the backstop. Coach Mickey Dean saw enough after two walks, both of which were followed by wild pitches.

Swindle went the distance though she did …

give up seven hits and three runs, not counting two scores from inherited base runners. Ashlee added two strikeouts as the defense played error-free ball behind her. She is a pitch-to-contact player. She may not get K’s and she may give up hits, but as long as the defense is on its game, she will earn a lot of W’s.

As good as Swindle was at getting the Vols to hit to Tiger defenders, Chardonnay Harris was just as good in game two. Harris was phenomenal in a shutout win, a program first against Tennessee. She had seven strikeouts and scattered four hits with just one walk. The complete game was the first of her young and promising career.

Snow added another dinger in game two while Kendall Veach joined in with one of her own. Alyssa Rivera earned an RBI the hard way when she scored pinch runner Rachel Cook on a single. The Tigers took a 3–0 win for the series win, which helps avenge the home series loss to Georgia last weekend. It was the first Tiger win in Knoxville since 2011. 

Game three was a clunker for the Tigers after having to wait an hour for weather to pass. Swindle was back in the circle for the Tigers, but the defense couldn’t back her up. The Volunteer slappers put in a good day’s work against the Auburn defense, which simply could not handle Tennessee’s speed. Swindle did her best to limit the Vols’ power hitters by jamming them inside time and time again. However, the lefty slappers proved tough to get out as they hit multiple balls up the middle, and others simply eluded Tiger defenders.

The pressure on the base paths plus the slappers’ crafty hitting forced Auburn’s defense, specifically shortstop Taylon Snow, into a lot of bad fielder’s choices. Tennessee jumped on Auburn with two scores in the first and never looked back.

Auburn’s lone run came on a fine piece of hitting by Alyssa Rivera. She forced the Vols’ pitcher into a mistake from a second meatball in consecutive pitches. Rivera missed the first, showed frustration, but caught the next one perfectly, homering for the eighth time this season. 

Chardonnay Harris made her second appearance but couldn’t stop the Vols from blasting the Tigers 8–1 in the final game of the weekend. Auburn had just two other hits, both of them by pinch hitters Carmyn Greenwood and Makenna Dowel.

Despite the bad series against UGA and the messy game three in Knoxville, Auburn is showing great strides at the plate over last season. Though some of the starters have a long way to go, the top six hitters are hitting above a .300 clip. And Justus Perry has a .500 slugging percentage despite a .276 batting average.

That’s not to say that Auburn doesn’t have nine great hitters on the roster. The issue is that Auburn’s best hitters aren’t also Auburn’s best fielders. Coach Dean just has to find the perfect combination. The Tigers have hit 55 dingers in the season and are on pace to rival the golden years under Clint Myers. 

The Tigers host a South Carolina team fresh off of a massive series win against the Crimson Tide. Games one and two will be on the SEC Network+ while game three will be on ESPNU. The series kicks off Friday at Jane B. Moore at 6:00 PM CDT. See ya there!

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[shaeroden]

Shaeroden’s machine - a written Vlog part 3: too busy with the tools

the night all the parts came, i decided to skip the writing and go ahead and build it.  the machine is all finished now, and i’m even writing this post from it.  it actually turned out to be a lot less laborious than i expected it to be.  and a lot more messy... so here is a comprehensive list of everything i bought, used, and installed.  and why.   all prices are as of 02/04/2018 1. the cooler master H500P - $150. i was in love with this case from the moment i saw it on a linus build.  200mm front case fans.  RGB case fans.  the RGB illumination can be pulse width modulated for some astonishing visual effects.  there’s also enough airflow capability in this thing to flush the entire case volume in a matter of milliseconds.  nothing you put in here will starve for airflow. https://www.newegg.com/Product/Product.aspx?Item=N82E16811119327&cm_re=cooler_master_h500p-_-11-119-327-_-Product

i don’t think i could have asked for a better case.  not only does it look beautiful, it is littered with features that make it completely customizable.  the bottom shrouding comes in two pieces that let you cover both the drive cage and PSU.  in my build, i only covered the PSU.  there are vertically mounted PCI slots so you can have your graphics card displayed.  cable management shrouds.  140mm rear case fan.   when it arrived, the first thing i did was strip all the plastic off and paint the frame white along with some other modular pieces.  i had hatched a color scheme. cooler master’s drive cage design was truly remarkable.  the cage has what are basically drawers that the drives bolt in to.  the only problem with the design is that the SATA  power cables tend to be really stiff so it’s not as simple as just pulling out a drive... 2. AMD RYZEN 5 1600 - $200 https://www.newegg.com/Product/Product.aspx?Item=N82E16819113435

i know linus says to not choose a processor based on fanboy-ism, but i totally did.  my previous laptop used to be the king of the campus when everyone else was running around with 2.4Ghz processors and i had the only 3Ghz, factory overclocked.  i knew what AMD was capable of, i was familiar with it, and i didn’t want to deal with Intel's child-proof processor clocks. i honestly think i went a little overkill based on what i plan on using the machine for.  i don’t plan on streaming games, so i probably could have got away with a ryzen 3.  but i had the money, and i also wanted to pair it with a decent graphics card, so i splurged. 3.  ASUS ROG STRIX B350-F GAMING AM4 AMD B350 - $120 https://www.newegg.com/Product/Product.aspx?Item=N82E16813132988

i didn’t have very many stipulations on a motherboard.  the only things i was really looking for were  1. CPU compatibility 2. overclocking capability 3. M.2 drive slot. 4. not a ridiculous color the fractal heatsink on the bottom-right of the board has an LED bar that cycles through colors.  i know there is a way to change what it does, but i haven’t bothered to play with it yet.  i think i may try to make it temperature-related.  and also make them turn off when the machine isn’t powered on. 4.  CORSAIR ValueSelect 8GB 288-Pin DDR4 (x2 pcs) - $175 https://www.newegg.com/Product/Product.aspx?Item=N82E16820233771

if there’s one thing corsair is known for, it’s reliability.  i chose this brand of RAM because it was on the approved compatibility list for the motherboard, and because corsair is no knock-off Chinese brand.   as for the speed, from everything i’ve read, speed differences yield marginal performance boosts.  this ram stick runs at 2133MHz, and having RAM that runs faster didn’t make sense from a performance-per-dollar perspective.  it’s not going to be a bottle neck that stops me from reaching +100 frame rates. i mean, there’s one thing to be said when your framerate differential is between 30 and 60, but between 60 and 120...  hell.  i wasn’t even going to buy a monitor that could crank more than 60 anyways. maybe i’ll upgrade when i cash out of a major investment again.  but for now, i’m satisfied.  it doesn’t look super cool without specially painted heatsinks, but it does the job. 5.  SAMSUNG 850 EVO M.2 2280 250GB SATA III  - $110 https://www.newegg.com/Product/Product.aspx?Item=N82E16820147398

i had never used an M.2 drive until now.  and to be frank, i wouldn’t recommend it just yet.  this tech is still fairly new, so it’s got some unpolished bugs.  and besides, once it’s set up,  it will be just as fast as a standard SSD. if you’re building your computer to have a microscopic form factor, then i can say this would be a good idea, but when you have the space of a regular tower, just go with a 2.5″ SATA ssd. don’t get me wrong, this was a very good product.  my OS runs superbly, and it’s super fast and all, it was just a hassle and a half to get a windows OS to boot from this device.  if you have an existing hard drive and clone it to this thing, it won’t boot.  if, however, you install a fresh windows from a USB ISO, it should be just fine.  that’s preferable to cloning a hard drive anyways. 6.  WD Blue 1TB Mobile Hard Disk Drive - $53 https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B071F9MLJJ/ref=oh_aui_detailpage_o04_s00?ie=UTF8&psc=1

the purpose of this was for basic overflow storage.  this is where i would be putting photos and games that i rarely ever play  i haven’t had to actually use it yet, but it is connected to the motherboard for when the moment comes.  i also have my 500GB from my old laptop, and a 70GB from my brother’s old build. 7. Corsair CX750M - $80 https://www.newegg.com/Product/Product.aspx?Item=N82E16817139216&cm_re=corsair_cx750m-_-17-139-216-_-Product

this power supply is what gave me half the inspiration for my color scheme.  i didn’t actually buy this myself either.  this came out of an old build my brother had made.  he bought this PSU when he upgraded his graphics card, and his graphics card didn’t end up being compatible with the old machine.  so it sat in the garage for about a year before he said i could just take it.   it also helped me decide my price point, since it would probably be overkill in a $500 range build. i like that all the cables are black.  and it is semi-modular.  the motherboard trunk and CPU headers are permanently attached, but peripherals and PCI power adapters are completely removable.  having removable cables takes a huge load off of cable management. i just remembered i had talked about this earlier, but since this is a comprehensive list, i decided to mention it again for those planning on using my build as a guide. 8.  GIGABYTE GeForce GTX 1060 (3G DDR5) - $380 https://www.newegg.com/Product/Product.aspx?Item=N82E16814125906

this was the most difficult piece to choose, but i think i got the biggest bang-for-buck i could get to match my system.  graphics cards are overpriced already due to the great data rush, and of course i wanted performance-per-dollar.  these come in 3 and 6 GB models, and as far as i had read, 6GB really only makes a difference if you are running 2 monitors.  i only have one. when this arrived, i painted the top casing of this in white to match the chassis paint and compliment the color scheme. i haven’t measured the frame rates yet, but so far, no man’s sky runs buttery smooth.  compared to the kinds of graphics i got on my old laptop, this is above and beyond several horizons of benchmarks of course. 9.  LG 25UM58-P 25-Inch 21:9 UltraWide IPS Monitor - $175 https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01BV1XB2K/ref=oh_aui_detailpage_o03_s00?ie=UTF8&psc=1

it says $175.  i bought it used from a secondhand seller for $135.  i am stupendously pleased with this product.  it could be bigger, of course, but the screen ratio outweighs all of my hesitations.  it is an entry-level monitor so it only does 60Hz, but i could care less.   and as a person who repairs TV’s for a living, i knew full well that my future self would hate my past self if i got a curved monitor. don’t buy a curved screen.  it’s not worth it.  it’s all hype.  there’s no benefits to it.  OLEDs as well.   10. misc things and periphrials: a riser cable for vertical mounting the GPU: https://www.wish.com/c/56617f5a52c36947d6d7fa1b a case fan kit for the top brackets: https://www.wish.com/profile?uid=581eaebaeb025da9210d0811#cid=59f2f7bc87e82f6cec60b971 a mouse.  with RGB lights.  that’s rechargable just like a phone.  that also matches the tower color scheme: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0716WR71M/ref=oh_aui_detailpage_o01_s00?ie=UTF8&psc=1 build story will be next post.   i did not end up using the EL wire.  at 5V, the shrill shrieking and whining of the AC inverter was too much to bear.  instead, i pasted these to the top and ran them off the 12V molex line through a switch:  https://www.wish.com/c/54f022d6372d401ae689e66b

[racingtoaredlight]

F8 of the Furries: RTARL investigates investigating the other 420 and how it relates to cosplay

It’s been almost a week since Eric Killelea blew the doors open on the Nazi problem within the Furry community for Rolling Stone (h/t KC Res) and we’re still processing it here at RTARL headquarters. Thoughts and prayers to my favorite commenter ever, Bill Blavatz.

The logo in the header is the symbol of the Furry Raiders, a large group within the Furry community that has drawn some unwelcome attention with their penchant for dressing up like Nazis. Which, on the one hand, kink is great. What you do behind closed doors in a consensual environment is great and encouraged right up to and not including permanent harm. But on the other hand you’re parading around in public as a Nazi. A wuvvable cuddly widdle Nazi but a Nazi all the same. And so the whole dang FurCon got shut down on account of you and your messiness.

Of course, Lee Miller claims that the Furry Raiders aren’t Nazis and they’re just as inclusive as any other group of adults dressing up like animals for erotic purposes. Maybe he really believes that. But his alter is named Foxler Nightfire and looks like this:

It is, how you say, problematic. The color scheme and the arm band have certain connotations that are hard to outrun. I don’t actually know who made the image above but that background is from like an Auburn dorm or something. It’s not a promo brochure from the Furry Raiders. So, to be fair, here is Foxler Nightfire as he presents himself.

I don’t feel entirely different about the second image. Again, the line here isn’t kink shaming. If you want to dress up and play a Nazi in the bedroom with a saucy animal fraulein, or whatever other more fraught games you can play, then have at it. I truly don’t care. What gets you off is mostly not a reflection of your overall character. I’ve, uh, heard of worse. You know, like second hand probably. But there is a line where this gets weird because Miller and his gang are taking the show on the road. Other people don’t want to see Nazis prancing around and it can dredge up some pretty awful feelings in most rational adults no matter what costume they are wearing that day. Nobody wants to think of the Shirt Tales gang riding around in their limo celebrating the other meaning(s) of 420.

Semantically, the Rocky Mountain FurCon was cancelled because of threats of violence and not the presence of Nazis. This is the same way media addresses Richard Spencer or Milo or whatever other dickhead is wanting to go on campus somewhere to spew bullshit ideology and gets shut down by students and or antifa. (Shouts out to Deo for spearheading the pushback.) The cost of security makes the event untenable either for the bookers (FurCon in this case) or the venue and it gets called off. Don’t be a dummy out there decrying free speech erosion because the public hates you.

Well, this is as far as I got in my investigation of the investigation so here is a picture of the community in happier times:

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