#oh c'mon matthias

[witchcraftandgeekness]

[phillipsgraves]

— oc interview

i was tagged by @natesofrellis, @echo3-1, @leviiackrman, @queennymeria, and @shellibisshe! thank you ❤ fatigue was hitting bad this week + i was struggling to decide who i wanted to do this for LMAO

no tags bc i am definitely certain everyone's already done this, but i'm in a visionaries mood so i will be borrowing @jendoe's girl divya to read mattie for filth 😌

[two chairs scrape against a marble floor]

MATTHIAS: Is this really necessary? Sharing personal information quite literally goes against my contract.

DIVYA: Don't worry, this is all confidential. I just need to know more about who Rafe's been slinking around with. I mean, what journalist makes half as much as he does?

MATTHIAS: A good one, I'm guessing. [he dusts off his suit] But fine, let's get this over with.

DIVYA: Thank you. I won't take up too much of your time.

— Name?

MATTHIAS: ...Really? Matthias.

DIVYA: Full name. For prosperity.

MATTHIAS: [he hums, speaking slowly] Svendsen, comma Matthias Erik. Matthias with two T's. Erik with a K. Better?

DIVYA: Not exactly Hollywood material... but it'll do.

— Are you single?

MATTHIAS: [long pause, then he sighs] Is this necessary? It's complicated.

DIVYA: Is it really? I saw you yesterday with—

MATTHIAS: It's complicated. Next.

— Are you happy?

MATTHIAS: Are you a journalist or my therapist? I'd be happier if you'd let me smoke.

DIVYA: And get the stink of weed all over the living room? You'll live.

— Are you angry?

MATTHIAS: I will be with another question like that.

— Are your parents still married?

MATTHIAS: My parents are dead.

DIVYA: [she clicks her tongue] That wasn't the question.

MATTHIAS: Does it matter? They're dead. [deep, beleaguered sigh] They were.

— Birth place?

MATTHIAS: Trondheim, Norway. Fjord's nice this time of the year. Would you like the color of my childhood home, as well?

DIVYA: Do you... remember what it was?

MATTHIAS: Red. Anything else?

DIVYA: Actually, yeah. Any tourist spots?

MATTHIAS: Vitensenteret i Trondheim. The science center, if you're interested in that sort of thing.

— Hair color?

MATTHIAS: Okay, is that really necessary? You're sitting in front of me!

DIVYA: Just for the record.

MATTHIAS: Blonde.

— Eye color?

MATTHIAS: Remember when you asked if I was angry?

DIVYA: Oh, don't be a killjoy, Mattie. C'mon, this is fun. Besides, you have interesting eyes.

MATTHIAS: [he grumbles incoherently] Left eye is blue, right one is green.

DIVYA: Which one's dominant?

MATTHIAS: If I told you, I'd have to kill you. [he pauses] Sorry, I just really wanted to use that line. Still a secret, though.

— Birthday?

MATTHIAS: November 29th, 1997.

— Mood?

MATTHIAS: A little hungry, actually.

DIVYA: ...Yeah, I'll DoorDash something when we're done here.

— Gender?

MATTHIAS: Uh... male?

DIVYA: [teasingly] You sound unsure, Mattie.

MATTHIAS: [he scoffs] That's not what I meant. Before you ask the follow-up, it's he/him pronouns.

— Summer or winter?

MATTHIAS: Winter, please. If I have to sit in this heat for another hour, I will kill someone.

DIVYA: Sounds like someone misses Scandinavian winters.

MATTHIAS: Not to be cheesy, but... well, Scythe Point isn't exactly a prime spot for the northern lights.

— Morning or afternoon?

MATTHIAS: I'm really a night owl, but... I'd say anything past midnight counts as morning, right?

DIVYA: I suppose you're not wrong. Do you ever sleep?

MATTHIAS: Of course.

→ EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

MATTHIAS: Can I just say, for the record, that I'm not looking forward to whatever you wrote down for this?

DIVYA: Yeah. [she laughs] I'm still gonna ask 'em, though.

— Are you in love?

MATTHIAS: I thought we already went through this?

DIVYA: [mockingly] Yeah, it's complicated. Are you really gonna keep up that tough guy schtick or are you gonna stop deflecting?

MATTHIAS: But deflecting deeply personal emotions is my favorite pastime.

DIVYA: Alana's having a field day with that, I bet.

MATTHIAS: Can we move on?

DIVYA: [in a singsong tone] Sounds like I struck a nerve.

— Who ended your last relationship?

MATTHIAS: [long silence]

DIVYA: [suddenly concerned] Uh... Mattie?

MATTHIAS: [he shifts in his seat, taking a sharp breath] She did. When she decided the guy in our music class was better company.

DIVYA: Okay, let's pause for a minute. You need a breather?

MATTHIAS: No. Next question.

— Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

MATTHIAS: Probably. I had a pretty big ego back then.

DIVYA: [she snorts] Back then?

MATTHIAS: [he chuckles quietly] Okay, maybe I still do. I was definitely worse back then, though.

— Are you afraid of commitments?

MATTHIAS: There you go again, sounding like my therapist.

DIVYA: I mean—

MATTHIAS: I'm not scared, just disinterested.

DIVYA: Whatever you say...

— Have you hugged someone within the last week?

MATTHIAS: It wasn't my choice, but...

DIVYA: But?

MATTHIAS: Alana's clingy.

— Have you ever had a secret admirer?

MATTHIAS: It was the worst kept secret in the penthouse.

— Have you ever broken your own heart?

MATTHIAS: Yeah.

→ SIX CHOICES

— Love or lust?

MATTHIAS: And what exactly does this have to do with me being affiliated with Rafe?

DIVYA: Just roll with it.

MATTHIAS: [he laughs out loud] Lust is more fun. I didn't sleep with the guy, though, if that's what you're so worried about. He's too high maintenance.

DIVYA: [she laughs along] Very funny.

— Lemonade or iced tea?

MATTHIAS: Lemonade. You don't happen to have some, do you?

DIVYA: [she laughs, as what can only be assumed to be lemonade is heard being poured into a glass, ice clinking] You're in luck.

— Cats or dogs?

MATTHIAS: Dogs are fun, but I won't say no to a cat, either.

DIVYA: [she giggles] There's a cat at the shelter that looks exactly like you.

MATTHIAS: Ah, Mattie Jr. Yeah, the technician has very kindly informed me of what you've been calling it.

— A few best friends or many regular friends?

MATTHIAS: A few best friends... though I'm not sure the rest of the penthouse thinks of me that way yet.

DIVYA: Do you?

MATTHIAS: Depends on the time of day.

— Day or night?

MATTHIAS: There's the question. Night.

DIVYA: You're from up north. Ever experience those—

MATTHIAS: Polar nights? Trondheim's just a little too far south, unfortunately. You'll have to go to Svalbard for that.

DIVYA: [she sounds amused] Look at you. If your contract doesn't work out, you could make a killing as a tour guide.

→ FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS

— Been caught sneaking out?

MATTHIAS: [in between bouts of laughter] Oh, yes. Mother was livid. I was sixteen and bored. Figured I could take potshots at the partridges nearby.

DIVYA: Partridges... you mean—?

MATTHIAS: Exactly. Partridges. Rapphøne. I suppose it doesn't sound as cool, now that you've figured it out.

DIVYA: It's... very you. I like it.

— Fallen down/up the stairs?

MATTHIAS: Yes, but— I was high. Jane's stairs are an architectural nightmare.

— Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt?

MATTHIAS: [a long pause, as he almost sounds breathless] Yes.

— Wanted to disappear?

MATTHIAS: Okay, seriously— did my therapist put you up to this? Tell her I'm coming in next week and I mean it this time. [he laughs] Yes, but what I do counts, I suppose. I can live with that.

→ FOUR PREFERENCES

— Smile or eyes?

MATTHIAS: Smile.

— Shorter or taller?

MATTHIAS: [he chuckles] Shorter.

— Intelligence or attraction?

MATTHIAS: I don't suppose I can't have my cake and eat it too, can I?

DIVYA: [she laughs] Nope, you gotta choose.

MATTHIAS: [he laughs along] Attraction.

— Hook-up or relationship?

MATTHIAS: I feel like you've just asked me the same question thrice with varied wording.

DIVYA: [she sounds innocent enough] Don't know what you're talking about.

MATTHIAS: Hook-ups. And I know what you're about to say, just— I told you it was complicated, didn't I?

DIVYA: Me? [she laughs again] I wasn't gonna say anything, Mattie.

→ FAMILY

— Do you and your family get along?

MATTHIAS: [inhales, as he starts to talk]

DIVYA: Yeah, I know, dead. What, you don't have siblings?

MATTHIAS: Nope, only child. But we did get along. Of course, they don't know what I do now. That probably would've changed things.

DIVYA: What do you do now? Does Rafe—?

MATTHIAS: Guess. And no, he doesn't.

— Would you say you have a “messed up life”?

MATTHIAS: [pointedly] We're in Scythe Point.

DIVYA: Yeah, I don't know why I included that one.

— Have you ever run away from home?

MATTHIAS: Surprisingly, no. I came close one time, though.

DIVYA: What happened?

MATTHIAS: My mother was very insistent on singing lessons.

— Have you ever gotten kicked out?

MATTHIAS: Nope. I was more or less an angel.

DIVYA: More or less?

MATTHIAS: Mhmm.

→ FRIENDS

— Do you secretly hate one of your friends?

MATTHIAS: Well... no, I'm kidding. Mostly.

— Do you consider all of your friends good friends?

MATTHIAS: [he sighs deeply] I suppose so. They have my back and I've got theirs. Nothing is more important than that in a city like this.

— Who is your best friend?

MATTHIAS: [he groans, slapping his palm against his forehead] Do I have to answer this?

DIVYA: Yup.

MATTHIAS: I suppose if I had to have one... Arlo would be the closest thing to one. But if he finds out and asks, I never said this, got it?

DIVYA: [she giggles] Scout's honor.

— Who knows everything about you?

MATTHIAS: [he clicks his tongue] Against my will? Arlo again. But Alana... well. She knows things that aren't on a paper trail. Things I'd never share with anyone else. You have anything else?

DIVYA: [sounds of paper rustling as she gathers her notes together] No, I think we're good. Thanks for doing this for me, Mattie. [she laughs] I wasn't sure how else to get to know you.

MATTHIAS: You mean this whole... interview was—?

DIVYA: Well, partially. I really did want to know more about the people working with Rafe. But I just wanted to know you in general.

MATTHIAS: [he sighs again, slightly annoyed] Whatever. Do you wanna go eat now?

DIVYA: Definitely.

[END TRANSCRIPT]

[butwhatifidothis]

btw are you playing the three hopes demo? I wouldn't want to submit anything about it if you're avoiding it entirely

Different nonnie: Are you playing the FE three hopes demo? If yes, what do you think so far ?

I've played the demo, and have played through Claude's route, watched my sis play through Dimitri's, and am currently still going through Edelgard's, so for now I can only be spoiled for her stuff lol. I do know that Monica is a simp for her but twitter won't really talk about anything else regarding SB's demo so that's all I got spoiled on and know rn lmao

What I think so far (under the cut)

Tfw I have to actually think about strategy more in this game than the base game lmao, but I really like the gameplay! Especially once intermediate classes were unlocked, that's when the sail really got movin'. And ordering the other units to take care of other shit is really neat. There also seems to be actual risk to pitting a unit up against someone with an effectiveness against them; I play Claude on the wyvern and an archer's nearby and unlike the base game I actually feel the need to dismount him since he can't just dodge tank through everything here lmao, stuff like that!

If these are the actual first four chapters of the game, hoo boy is this game not wasting any time lmao. It's a little dizzying how much they throw at you all at once in the story, but! The alternative stories they bring onto the table are really interesting so far - definitely the most excited for Claude's since his story is like, by far and away the most immediately intriguing. Not to knock the other two but like. C'mon lmao.

Shez! Arval! I'm really likin' them so far. Arval is such a little prick but he manages to avoid being outright annoying (most of the time anyway, but he's gettin' away with it for now lol) even tho I am very sus about him (I’m interested tho!), and Shez just feels so much more natural as a protagonist than Byleth did. A player character with a set personality and dialogue to express themselves with, oh how I've missed ye. But speaking of Byleth-

Byleth! The little they physically appear here is also doing wonders for me personally. Like, being honest, while I acknowledge that Byleth was supposed to have acted like the Ashen Demon during the first few chapters of 3H and that characters reacted to them as if they were acting strangely, they... never really came off that way to me? Like ever? Most likely because everyone has to like Byleth so they almost universally come around to them very quickly, which never felt... right. If that makes sense lol. But seeing them from an outside perspective - seeing them kill Shez's company and then basically tell them to Get Good and casually telling them maybe they can have a rematch later? That's what's been missing. Some meat to Byleth's character, where we can finally get to see the Ashen Demon. Hopeful for whatever's gonna happen with them later!

SHAHID IS A HOOT AND A HOLLER that man is a comedian. "Oh hey yo weird you look like my horror of a little brother, that wretch, the one I loathe and hate with everything in me. Hate you for that! Gonna kill you for that." LIKE BRO AND HE SOUNDS SO ANGRY ALL THE TIME dude has NO chill in his body. I will not rescind my statement of him being handsome but will concede that that is only the case in the 3D cutscenes cuz OOF does he have uhhhh The Range when it comes to appearance lmaoooo. Also like the confirmation that yes Claude’s family, at least with his siblings (or at least a nonzero amount of his siblings), is uh. Um. Ass. I remember Early Discourse trying to say that he was lying about that to get sympathy points from Byleth (haven’t seen that recently mind but never forgot it lol) so the hard-confirm was nice.

Fuck kind of name is Sigiswald. It's perfect. Also Holst doesn't a Crest it looks like? I didn't see any on his character details during the map he's an ally on in any case 👀 His back and forth with Nader was funny too lol

Matthias... tragic face. But I like him! Or like, like adjacent him lmao - he came off real good in this demo but the whole thing with his family life is uhhh Complicated™

RUFUS' VOICE IS SOOOOOO FUCKIN' NICE TO LISTEN TO?? Deadass one of my faves. Even tho otherwise he has big "Yes-Ma'am-dude-from-the-dick-flattening-meme" energy. His death was dope as shit, absolutely in love with the presentation. And he had it comin’ cuz wtf dude’s an asshole

Edelgard gets Monica Dimitri gets Rodrigue and Claude gets FUCKING NOTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M IN PAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GIVE ME JUDITH RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I KNOW SHE'S IN HERE I SAW HER GET SMACKED AROUND BY EDELGARD IN THE TRAILER YOU CAN'T HIDE HER FOREVER

Supports are strange, dunno how I feel about how they've been implemented. Like why have "supports" that can be reached if there's no corresponding conversation I don't get it lol 🤔

That's all I'm willing to put brainpower in rn lmao

[goldengoddess]

I absolutely loved Sober Thoughts!! It was just so freaking good, drunk Kaz is adorable! Is there any chance we could get a part 2? Maybe the morning after and just how Kaz would react to finding out what he said? Or maybe he remembers? Either way, I think there’s definitely potential for more (only if you want to of course).

sober thoughts part two - kaz brekker

part one is here (read it first! it’ll probably help give context) 

pairing: kaz brekker x reader

a/n: hellooooo i got SO many request for a part two of sober thoughts (this request being the first!) and i am here to give the people what they want <3333 threw in some domestic crows moments in there as well bc i love them sm 

warnings: like one mention of food, alcohol, hang overs

kaz looked like he had been hit by a train.

his hair was sticking out in all different places, part of his shirt was tucked into his pants and the other wasn't, his walk was slower than usual, he was squinting his eyes at the light of the room, and holding his head gingerly. but, like always, wearing his black gloves.

he was definitely fighting off a killer hangover.

as kaz walked over to the breakfast table, filled with food thanks to wylan and matthias' cooking, you shared a look with jesper. the same way you had the night before. as your face turned flush with embarrassment at the memories, jesper's lips quirked into smirk. he was standing on the opposite side of the table, leaning on his elbows. nina, sat next to you, was also grinning in your direction. you internally cursed jesper and his friendship with the girl, if nina knew then everyone knew.

knew that kaz brekker had been hammered last night, and that he'd called you pretty with so much seriousness that just the thought sent your stomach into a frantic state.

you knew kaz probably didn't remember the night before and you wanted to save the two of you the shame and embarrassment. especially kaz. and you didn't want him to feel obligated to pretend he had meant his flirting. you knew it was a drunken moment, something fun to do or say as the alcohol flowed through his system.

even if you would give anything to hear kaz call you marvellous into your ear again, fully sober this time.

as kaz sat in the seat next to you, you sent a silent prayer to whatever saint was listening that jesper would keep his mouth shut.

but of course, the saints didn't listen to barrel rats as often as they should.

"so kaz, baby" jesper giggled, "did you have a fun night?"

you watched kaz lift his gaze to jesper's grinning face and send him the deadliest stare ever. nina started cracking up next to you.

"jesper if you don't quiet yourself right now, i'll make sure you never play another game of cards again" he growled, throwing his head into his hands to hide from the light.

"aw c'mon kaz, don't be like that. it was my party of course you had fun, maybe a little bit too much fun." nina teased him, while shoving another bit of waffle into her mouth. kaz didn't respond, only keeping his head hidden in his hands.

"yeah i'm almost positive you felt very pretty last night" jesper laughed, emphasizing the word pretty. the reference made you blush as jesper and nina shared a high five at his clever wordplay.

kaz lifted his head and positioned his chin on his hands. you couldn't help but appreciate how sweet and sleepy he looked in that moment. you felt happy that kaz felt comfortable enough with all of you to let you see him vulnerable and dare you say, soft. "jesper, what in the hell are you going on about."

he rolled his eyes and smiled mischievously, the way jesper is so known to smile. he shot you a quick glance and said, "you know, drunk words are sober thoughts, angel."

at this phrase, kaz stilled. you could see the wheels turning in his head. and you could see the moment he remembered the night before and his entire body straightened. he whipped his head in your direction, looking at you properly for the first time, his mouth open slightly in an 'o'.

nina slid out of her chair and grabbed jesper's hand, dragging him out of the room. "have fun you two" she called out behind her.

you looked down at your hands that were sat on the table. "kaz you really don't have to explain yourself or anything. it was a party for crying out loud, i won't hold silly compliments like that against you."

except they had meant the world to me, you thought to yourself.

a part of you, a very naive part, the part that ignored that this was the infamous kaz brekker sitting in front of you, wanted him to say he meant it. wanted to hear the words from his mouth right now. wanted the words to be more than just alcohol.

you looked up at him and you almost lost your unphased act at his face. he was already looking at you. looking at you with some resemblance to the way he had looked at you before. soft. like you possessed everything he'd been looking for.

"they weren't silly," he said. you could tell it cost him to say the words aloud. the extra effort in each syllable of the admission was evident.

you waited for him to go on. you gave him a suspicious look. you didn't want his words out of pity.

he took a breath and averted his eyes, preparing to try again. "i do," is all he said.

"you do what, kaz?"

"think you're pretty" he clearly said, looking directly into your eyes.

you sucked in a breath and clung to the side of the table.

"and i do think you're marvellous" he added on in a much smaller voice.

if you didn't have the table for the support you might have fallen out of your chair at those words. they struck you like a bullet. physically striking, like every punch you'd ever received on a job. but in a totally good way.

"you do?" you questioned in an even smaller voice. you waited for him to say he was kidding. to take back the words. blame them on the mean mix of drinks that wylan had created the night before.

instead, he lifted his chin and with so much sincerity said, "i think you're everything."

involuntarily, your mouth grew into a bright smile.

he thought you were pretty. marvellous. everything.

kaz brekker thought you were everything.

and he was still looking at you like that. the look that caused your skin to erupt into goosebumps and the air around you to feel electric.

you leaned closer to him, placing your elbows on the table. "oh do you now?" you giggled.

he rolled his eyes and leaned closer to you as well, "yeah, angel. "

"and you're sober now?" you teased him.

"the soberest, scouts honor" he chuckled and crossed his heart, to really drive the point home.

you blushed and shyly passed him your cup of coffee.

"well even though i know you have no honor," he smiled at that, "i think you're fucking marvellous too kaz. and so much more than that too. "

[bee-a-lover]

i present you: the product of an ex-theater-kid turned grishaverse stan zoning out for an hour and 45 mins in class this morning

i recommend playing the song (movie version) while reading along for a fun time

the song “96,000”, if it were “30 million kruge” (the part of soc where kaz tells the others about the ice court job)

(without the lyrics changed because i’m not willing to put that much effort into this i just assigned lyrics as the song played on loop in my head all morning)

Kaz:

Ninety-six thousand!

Nina:

Damn!

Kaz:

Ninety-six thousand!

Jesper:

Dollars? Holler!

Kaz:

Ninety-six thousand!

Wylan:

That's a lotta spray cans

Kaz:

Ninety-six thousand!

Jesper:

Yo

If I won the lotto tomorrow

Well, I know I wouldn't bother goin' on no spendin' spree

I pick a business school and pay the entrance fee!

Then maybe if you're lucky, you'll stay friends with me!

I'll be a businessman, richer than [Wylan’s] daddy!

Tiger Woods and I on the links, and he's my caddy!

My money's makin' money, I'm goin' from po' to mo' dough!

Keep the bling, I want the brass ring, like Frodo!

Matthias:

Oh no, here goes Mr. Braggadocio

Next thing you know, you're lying like Pinocchio...

Nina:

Yo, if you're scared of the bull, stay out the rodeo!

Jesper:

Yo, I got more flows than Obi-Wan Kenobio

Kaz:

Ooh, you better stop rappin', you not ready

It's gonna get hot and heavy

And you already sweaty...

Nina:

Yo-yo-yo! Yo!

Matthias:

Yo, yo! I'm sorry is that an answer?

Shut up, go home and pull ya damn pants up!

Kaz:

As for you, Mr. Frodo of the Shire...

Jesper:

What?

Kaz:

96 G's ain't enough to retire

Jesper:

C'mon, I'll have enough to knock your ass off its axis!

Kaz:

You'll have a knapsack full of jack after taxes

Nina:

Ninety-six thousand!

Matthias:

Ay, alabanza!

Nina:

Ninety-six thousand!

Inej:

No me diga!

Nina:

Ninety-six thousand!

Wylan:

I never win shit!

Nina:

Ninety-six thousand!

Jesper:

For real, though, imagine how it would feel goin' real slow

Down the highway of life with no regrets

And no breakin' your neck for respect or a paycheck

For real, though, I'll take a break from the wheel and we'll throw

The biggest block party, everybody here

A weekend when we can breathe, take it easy

Rotty/Specht:

Yo! Ma, it's me, check my tickets!

Nina:

Check one two three

What would you do with ninety-six G's...

Inej:

Who me?

Nina:

I mean if it's just between you and me...

Inej:

Esa pregunta es tricky!

Nina/Wylan:

I know!

Matthias:

With ninety-six G's

I'd start my life with a brand new lease

Atlantic City with a Malibu Breeze

Nina:

And a brand new weave!

Jesper:

Or maybe just bleach...

Matthias:

Y'all are freaks

Kaz:

Yo, I'm just sayin'...

It's silly when we get into these crazy hypotheticals

You really want some bread? Then go ahead create a set of goals

And cross them off the list as you pursue 'em

And with those ninety-six, I know precisely what I'm doin'

Inej:

What'chu doin'?

Kaz:

What'm I doin? What'm I doin?

It takes half of that cash just to save my ass from financial ruin

Sonny can keep the coffee brewin'

I'll spend a few on you

'Cause the only room with a view is a room with you in it

And I could give Abuela Claudia the rest of it

Just fly me down to Puerto Plata, I'll make the best of it!

You really love this business?

Wylan:

No

Kaz:

Tough, Merry Christmas

You're now the youngest tycoon in Washington Hiznits!

Wylan:

Yo!

With ninety-six thousand, I'd finally fix housin'

Give the barrio computers and wireless web browsin'

Your kids are livin' without a good edjumication

Change the station, teach 'em about gentrification

The rent is escalatin'

Crows:

What?!

Wylan:

The rich are penetratin'

Crows:

What?!

Wylan:

We pay our corporations when we should be demonstratin'

Crows:

What?!

Wylan:

What about immigration?

Crows:

What?!

Wylan:

Politicians be hatin'

Crows:

What?!

Wylan:

Racism in this nation's gone from latent to blatant

Crows:

Ooh!

Wylan:

I'll cash my ticket and picket, invest in protest

Never lose my focus till the city takes notice

And you know this man! I'll never sleep

Because the ghetto has a million promises for me to keep!

Crows:

Woo!

Jesper:

You're so cute

Wylan:

I was just thinking off the top of my head

Kaz:

Ninety-six K: Go

Inej:

If I win the lottery, you'll never see me again

Jesper:

Damn, we only jokin', stay broke then

Inej:

I'll be downtown

Get a nice studio, get out of the barrio

If I

Win the

Lottery

You'll wonder where

I've been

Jesper, accompanying Inej:

For real, though

Imagine how it would feel goin' real slow

Down the highway of life with no regrets

And no breakin' your neck for respect or a paycheck...

Inej, accompanying Jesper:

I'll be downtown

See you around

If I win the lottery

You won't see a lot of me!

I'll be downtown

See you around!

Crows:

Why-oh!

Inej:

Around!

Crows:

Why-oh!

Jesper:

For real though

I'll take a break from the wheel

And we'll throw

The biggest block party

Everybody here

A weekend when we can breathe, take it easy

For real though

Imagine how it would feel

Goin' real slow

Down the highway of life with no regrets

And no breakin' your neck

For respect or a paycheck

For real though

I'll take a break from the wheel

And we'll throw

The biggest block party

Everybody here

A weekend when we can breathe

Take it easy

Kaz, with Jesper and Inej:

Yo, it's silly when we get into these crazy hypotheticals

You really want some bread?

Then go ahead create a set of goals

And cross 'em off the list as you pursue 'em

And with those ninety-six I know precisely what I'm doin'

Yo, it's silly when we get into these crazy hypotheticals

You really want some bread?

Then go ahead create a set of goals

And cross 'em off the list as you pursue 'em

And with those ninety-six I know precisely what I'm doin'

Yo, it's silly when we get into these crazy hypotheticals

You really want some bread?

Then go ahead create a set of goals

And cross 'em off the list as you pursue 'em

And with those ninety-six I know precisely what I'm doin'

Crows:

Ninety-six

Thousand

Nina:

No me diga!

Crows:

Ninety-six

Thousand

Nina/Inej/Wylan:

No me diga!

Kaz:

Ninety-six

Thousand

Nina/Inej/Wylan/Jesper/Matthias:

No me diga!

Rotty/Specht:

Why-oh!

Inej:

Check, one, two, three!

Kaz/Jesper:

And with the dollah dollah

(TO BE CONTINUED IN THE COMMENTS I LITERALLY HIT THE TEXT BLOCK LIMIT)

[anarmorofwords]

Hi Ana! Did you finish Shadow and Bone? What did you think of it? Favourite bits or your peast favourites?

Xxxxxxxx

Hi darling 💕 Sorry for taking so long, I had a very busy weekend.

There's no short answer to that, so buckle up! (I'll still try to keep it concise, if you want me to elaborate on something lmk!)

I binge watched it and enjoyed it a lot, but after some consideration there are quite a few things I was dissapointed by or that I feel could have been done better. I'll start with them and move to what I loved later. My biggest issues:

(Spoilers incoming!!)

Alina glowing. (I'm sorry lol, but it looked so weird!)

Zoya. Listen, I adore this girl. She's one of my favourite characters ever. And she was done so dirty here - the actress just doesn't have that spark, it was never pointed out how powerful and respected (or desired!) she is, I hated that she threw herself at Mal and the Darkling, when book!Zoya always made a point of not doing that. Implying she used to sleep with the Darkling was so so unnecessary, and it changed their dynamic uncomfortably. Also she happily went on about visiting her family in Keramzin (it was said in RoW that she did the opposite), her reaction to the Novokribirsk wasn't powerful and convincing enough to me, basically no. Not to mention her being so gentle and defeated after the Fold. Like c'mon. She should have been FURIOUS. RAGING.

The Crows seemed infantilized and Kaz specifically was not ruthless enough. He gave up too easily, and didn't seem like the feared Dirtyhands at all.

Kanej. I actually loved many things about them (later on that), but I think they went too far with the development of their relationship. It's already painfully obvious how much he cares for her and so all their great scenes from SoC won't have much sense. Also if they showed Kaz being more indifferent and ruthless, it would be more impactful to see him starting to care for Inej later, and now it won't be that big of a deal.

Helnik storyline felt very out of place among the rest of the plot.

I don't really like what they did with Jesper - Kit is awesome, and had some great moments, but they wrote him as a cliche comic relief. Also please don't kill me, but I couldn't care less about the goat. I had that awful feeling that I've seen this "joke" so many times before, and also it got repetitive quickly.

The Conductor thing made the Fold problem look kinda stupid. Like c'mon, the country is losing soldiers and money on some stupid skiffs and here's a guy who just gets through it by train, no big deal. Also how did he build the railways there.

Now for the good parts!

David Kostyk and Genya Safin. David stole the show every time he appeared, Genya was absolutely brilliant, and their interactions had me screaming. I can't wait to see their relationship develop further. Also Genya physically fighting the Conductor, yass girl.

The visuals! Every scenery was incredible. Ketterdam's atmosphere, the palace (the Darkling's war room!!!), all the cities. Same goes for costumes. Keftas 👌

Helnik. I know what I said before, but while their storyline didn't fit into this season, it was wonderful. Danielle as Nina is absolutely brilliant, I adore her. Matthias was also fantastic (when he smiled!!! oh my) I loved their banter, and the fact that they included the "not natural" dialogue 👌

Kanej things I loved: Kaz saying there's no one like Inej, her killing to save him, the quiet respect and understanding between them.

Inej. That's it, she was perfect.

Freddy was also incredible, I just don't really agree with how they wrote Kaz.

The amplifier. I could barely look at it, hated the sight. But I think it highlighted the cruelty and price of the practice well.

Inej and Zoya fighting together!!!

Malina!!

Inej stabbing the Darkling was powerful.

Ivan and Fedyor. They were adorable and I fully expect them to casually mention they're husbands in the next season.

Waffles 🥺

Sorry for making this so long, I hope you don't mind 😂 How did you like it Rua? ^^°

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

Unrelated to CoD and your Ghost and Riley doodle everyone's been loving, but do you have any movie reccs?

Wow there's a LOT! but here are my favs. I like cheesy romance first and foremost aight and peeps might call me low standard but idc I love them :

Pride and Prejudice (2005), The Holiday, Bridget Jones' trilogy, Far from The Madding Crowd (Matthias Schonaerts oh my God), Suite Francaise (another Matthias Schoenaerts movie that made me bawl my eyes out), Confession of a Shopaholic (a cheesy romance but Hugh Dancy is in it and I'm in love), Adam (also Hugh Dancy).

Now for action/drama types :

Old Guard, The Equalizer 1 & 2 (Denzel is such a BADASS MY GOD), Hacksaw Ridge (a powerful film), Fury (Brad Pitt? Hello? That haircut? Iconic), X-Men series, Schindler's List, Rocky Balboa series (I watched Sylvester Stallone beat the shit out of people when I was a kid and I love it. I still watch them on regular though), Rurouni Kenshin series (badass samurai? great actions sequences? c'mon), also cuz I'm a proud Indonesian I LOVE all Iko Uwais and Joe Taslim movies, particularly The Raid, The Night Comes for Us, and Headshot.

So far these are the films that I can conjure out of my 4 hour sleep brain, so there it goes! :D

[valdiis]

(An RP excerpt with @pocketfox)

It wasn't that Matthias minded the fact that it was a strip club. It wasn't that he minded it was for gay men. It wasn't even that he minded he was paying for his own damn drinks because Ricky's best man was a cheapskate. What drove Mat up the damned wall about the whole thing was that every damn man in their little bachelor party group had someone to go home to that night. Mat was the only one who'd have a terminal case of blue-balls after it was all over. Resigning himself to another date with Missus Palmer, Mat slouched in his chair and tried not to stare too long at the lush bubble butts and rippling abs.

At first glance, one might not peg Mat for ex-military. His wavy auburn hair would probably have brushed his shoulders if he let it out of its ponytail and the three-day-old beard on his face made him look more rugged than scruffy. His snug jeans were dark-washed to hide any potential grease stains and his heavy boots said 'work' more than 'march.' But the way his biceps strained the sleeves of his black t-shirt and his shoulders filled out the rest might've lent one cause to think he was at least a fighter of some kind. In short, Matthias Silverton was built like a brick shithouse and looked like a common laborer.

"Heeey," shouted Henry - Ricky's best man - over the din of the music. "Figured we'd celebrate up right, yeah?" He produced a box of cigars with a flourish and passed them around. Mat grimaced - Cheap-ass drugstore shit. - but took one anyway. Everyone knew he liked them, but few understood that he liked good ones.

-

"It's a party and you're making them smoke that junk?" an impish voice piped up.

Next to the table, appearing as if by magic, stood a young man who looked like he had been shaped by some divine Creator for just this kind of place. He couldn't have been more than five and a half feet, dressed in acid wash jeans and a black v-neck fishnet t-shirt that both look like they'd been lovingly painted on his lean, athletic frame. He stood with one hand braced on a curvy, cocked hip and the other balancing a tray loaded with drinks of varying kinds, his head tilted and a coy smile on his plush lips.

Setting the tray down near at hand, the boy began passing out each man's chosen libations, and oh yes, you know he leaned over the table far more than necessary, his pert backside popped up to show off the sexy curves he could make from shoulders to ass. With a wink towards Matthias, he straightened up again, tucking back a loose strand of impossibly red hair that had escaped from his messy ponytail. "If you're not careful, I'll tell my boss somebody's trying to have a good time with cheap cigars in his club," he teased.

-

Christ... Mat was an atheist, but some days even the godless need some way to swear. He swallowed compulsively as his gaze swept over the young man exactly as that pose demanded it do. Even reminding himself that these guys trained for that special look didn't keep the jolt of lust from waking his dick. And here he'd told himself he could manage not to look much...

He took his mimosa with a grateful nod. Nobody gave a big man like him shit for his drink choices; one clenched fist put stop to that. "Tell him," Mat spoke up, his voice a smooth, easy baritone with a hint of Georgia in it. "Maybe he'll feel challenged and send out somethin' better." The other men at the table snorted and waved Mat off to a chorus of 'whatever, man' and 'snob.'

-

Straightening up, Fisher gave the big man a thoughtful look, one tinged with impish amusement that lit up his eyes. In the muted light of the club, they were a deep forest green, but one had to imagine they glowed like new leaves in decent lighting. Then he laughed and tossed his ponytail back over his shoulder. "Or maybe he'll come out looking for the guy who besmirched his honor," he chuckled. "And believe me, you don't want Lucian Redding thinking you besmirched what little honor he's got left; he's even bigger than you, sweet thing." His gaze raked over Mat, and yes, he was absolutely undressing the man with his eyes and making no secret of it.

Then, abruptly, the boy spun in one fluid movement and sauntered away with just the right amount of sway in his hips to give a man ideas. He made his way back to the bar, expertly dodging tables and grabby patrons both, to share a few words with the scruffy-haired young man currently behind it. Both of them glanced towards the party, and then Fisher was gone, probably through some staff only door.

Thankfully when he reappeared a few minutes later, it wasn't with his reportedly gigantic boss in tow. No, it was with a wooden box, one he presented with a flourish to the table. "Lucian was appalled," he explained, "and he demanded I rectify the situation right this instant. His words, so enjoy, boys."

-

For a single irrational moment, Mat wanted to know what those gorgeous green eyes looked like in the throes of passion. It was absolutely imperative to his brain for a good few seconds before he got finally ahold of himself somewhere in the middle of the word 'besmirched.' A faint blush touched Mat's cheeks at having it pointed out that he was the biggest of the men at the table; it was something he tried not to make a fuss over, but he lifted motorcycles while most of his buddies did lighter work or surfed desks. Not that he was all that close to any one of these men. He'd served with Ricky, which meant he got invited to things like weddings, but he wasn't exactly a drinking buddy with any of them.

These thoughts kept him distracted enough to not notice how the young man undressed him so blatantly, but not so distracted he couldn't watch those hips on the way out. "Damn," he muttered. So did two other people at the table (including Ricky, whose soon-to-be-husband Chase would have been very jealous to see that dazed look on Ricky's face). Mat's palms itched to hold those hips and he goddamn knew better than to daydream.

He was in the midst of stuffing all that attraction back into the mental trash bin when Fisher returned with some much better cigars in a proper wooden box. "If I didn't know Henry's already set us up on separate tabs, I'd hope you put this on his. How much?" he asked, fingers hovering already. It was an expense he could probably swing tonight. Just the once.

-

"This one's on the house, honey. Our treat." Fisher gave this 'Henry' guy such a look. It was the sort of look that made a guy feel like he'd just kicked a puppy and tripped Mother Theresa, because separate tabs at a guy's bachelor party? Really? C'mon, Hank.

Sliding up onto the edge of the table, Fisher took a seat like he belonged there, his long legs crossed at the knee. He knew just how to pose himself to give just about every guy at the table a delicious view, but one brawny, Georgia-flavored man in particular was getting the real feast: smooth lines, warm eyes, soft lips, and a teasing slice of tight, flat belly when Fisher's shirt rode up just so. "So who's the special guy tonight?" he cooed. "Wait, no, let me guess... You. Right?" He winked at Ricky. "I know that look... You keep telling yourself you're a bad, bad man for eating the eye candy."

Slyly Fisher cast a glance at Mat. But not you, right? that look said. You want to eat me up until there's nothing left...

-

Before he could spend any time questioning it, Mat leapt on the good fortune of not smoking dollar cigars and plucked up one of the Good Shit (tm) instead. He had his cigar clipper in his chest pocket, but instead he pulled out a very sharp pocket knife to clip the end. Last thing he needed was some asshole not returning it; easier to lend a pocket knife 'round the table instead. He almost laughed aloud at the look Fisher shot the best man. Somehow, he instead kept his mirth to chewing the inside corners of his lips.

While Fisher talked up Ricky, Matthias kept telling himself to stop looking - and kept failing his own orders spectacularly. The boy was an absolutely delicious creation and God help him, did he ever want a taste. His steely grey eyes never once stopped roaming those smooth lines - but for the one moment when he locked gazes with Fisher and his perusal froze. There was that impulse to see passion in his face again, not just to fuck the boy but to see real ecstasy on his elfin features. Ricky blathered something about getting married in three days but Mat heard none of it.

-

Flirting with the customers was part of the job, and Fisher had it down to a science. He could even rightfully be accused of mentally checking out during some of the longer nights, particularly when he had to deal with parties just like... no, not like this one. Because now he couldn't tear his eyes away from the quiet, almost grim man next to him. The man -- Fisher thought he'd heard him called Mat -- had barely spoken to him, and yet something about him had sunk its claws into the boy and refused to let go.

Fisher swallowed thickly and realized Ricky was still talking to him. He laughed and wagged a finger at the groom-to-be. "Naughty, naughty. But what happens in these walls stays here, right? Don't worry, we won't tell." He then pressed that finger to his own lips in a shushing gesture. And yet even as he flirted, his attention kept slipping back to Matthias, and suddenly he was aware of... Christ Almighty, was he hard? At work? Just from a customer staring at him? It would have been enough to make Fisher blush if he hadn't had that particular reflex numbed out of him years ago.

"So hey," he said suddenly, "I'm not scheduled on stage tonight, so how about I take care of you boys instead? Make sure you have a good time before reality tries to remind us it exists?"

-

A pang of disappointment hit him like a knife to the chest, inexplicably strong dismay at the thought that this beautiful boy a.) was a dancer, holy fuck, and b.) wasn't going to be dancing, goddammit. Rather than give his emotions any sway (and really, when did he ever?), Mat picked up his mimosa and took a sip. "Cigars and the hottest little thing in the club? And here I was all fixin' to be pissed off tonight," he drawled softly. When his gaze met Fisher's again, the hint of mirth was there warming the steel of his eyes long before it came anywhere near his lips.

A second later, the emotion was gone as he turned back to the party of six men. "Hell yeah," one answered. "Gonna get our Ricky-boy a lap dance?" asked another. Mat's growl cut in, "He said he'd take care of us, not that he's gonna perform. Pay a dancer for your lap dances." Why did the thought of this delicate young man dancing on the lap of someone like Ricky make him want to murder his friend with his bare hands? Homicide was not a good look on him, so he picked up his drink again and downed a good portion of it.

-

Fisher only barely stopped himself from blinking at Mat in open shock. With any other customer, his first instinct would have been to assume the guy wasn't into the idea of strip clubs and lap dancers, but he'd seen the way this one looked at him... Something fluttered in Fisher's belly when he realized Mat had sounded almost... possessive. Normally the little redhead detested that sort of behavior so why...

Giving his head a shake to clear it, and disguising it as a gesture of regret, Fisher flashed Ricky and his companions an apologetic smile. "Afraid your grumpy friend here has it right, boys. I'd hate to take money out of another boy's g-string... but how about I make it up to you?" Without waiting for an answer, he hopped off the table and headed off in search of both a drink and something to appease the party, because even if all he wanted right now was to snug himself up into Mat's lap and offer him his own private dance, he still had to consider just how much a half dozen drunk, horny partiers were going to bring in if they were finessed just right.

When Fisher returned, it was with a bright orange drink in his hand and a gorgeous young Asian man, built much like himself, in tow. "Boys," Fisher said, "meet Minh. I'd warn you to play nice, because his bite is much worse than his bark... but I get the feeling you'd like that, right?" Minh winked at the table and rolled his body from shoulders to hips. And while his fellow dancer worked on distracting the rest of Mat's friends, Fisher took it upon himself to slide in next to the man. "Hey, handsome. Hope your night's lookin' up."

[readinglikechickensoup]

wesper + first date gone poorly

I hope this was close to what you wanted. Feel free to ask again if this isn’t quite it :)

Modernish Day AU (760 words)

Wylan glanced at his reflection in the visor mirror and ran his fingers over his curls.

Nina laughed. "I think that's a lost cause."

"I can't believe I agreed to come," he grumbled, dropping his hands in his lap.

"C'mon. One date won't kill you. Matthias and I will be just a few booths away if you need us."

"We will?" Matthias asked from where he was squished in the backseat.

"You know I can't pass up Wa Ho, baby." Nina pulled into the lot and parked. She got out and Matthias followed, unfolding his body and shaking out his limbs. Wylan opened the door but couldn’t bring himself to stand up. Nina sighed, strode around the car, and pulled him out.

“You’re acting like we’re leading you to your death,” she complained.

“Sorry,” he said, allowing her to drag him through the parking lot.

When they were inside, Nina pointed to a lanky boy in a booth. He wore a lime green t-shirt and bright yellow boardshorts that should have looked terrible but glowed against his dark brown skin.

When Wylan didn't move, Nina shoved him.

“What the hell?”

“Move your ass. I want waffles.”

The commotion was enough to make the boy look up. A wide, perfect smile spread across his face.

"You must be Wylan," he said. "I'm Jesper."

"Hi," he murmured, dropping on the bench across from him.

"Hiya." Jesper sat back, still grinning. "Get whatever you want."

Wylan stared at the laminated menu in front of him. As usual, the words tangled and swam and Jesper was watching and he couldn’t focus couldn’t make them stand still…

“Uh, what are you getting?” Wylan asked, quickly folding his arms over the menu.

"The All Star Special."

"I'll just have that, then."

Jesper shot him a strange look. "Okay."

They sat in silence for a few long moments until a waiter sidled up to the table, pen poised over his order sheet.

"I guess we'll have two All Star Specials," Jesper said, flashing the waiter a smile that flushed his cheeks.  

"Anything to drink?”

"Just water.”

Jesper drummed his fingers on the table. "So, Kaz says you know your way around a chemistry set."

Wylan blinked. "Yeah. I, uh, guess I have a background."

"Yeah.”

"What do...what do you like to do?"

"Shoot guns." He smiled that dazzling smile. "I grew up on a farm just south of here. My mom taught me how to shoot." The smile faded.

"I've never even shot skeet before," Wylan confessed. “My dad wouldn’t take me.”

"It's the best feeling." Jesper's eyes sparkled. "Maybe I'll take you sometime."

"Isn't that illegal?"

"No," Jesper said flatly. "You need a license to own a gun, not to shoot one."

"Oh."

The waiter came with their food. It looked like a heart attack on a platter. Jesper laid into his like it was water in the middle of a desert. Wylan didn’t pick up his fork.  

"Don't you like your food?" Jesper asked after a while.

"Oh, it's fine," Wylan said, his cheeks heating.

"Why didn't you just get something you wanted?"

Wylan shrugged.

Jesper peered at him. "Have you ever even been to a Wa Ho before?"

"No."

Jesper shook his head. "Where are you from, anyway? I can't believe I've never seen you before."

"The other side of town.”.  

Jesper cocked his head. "What's your last name?"

"...Van Eck," he admitted, his face flushing.

"Figures you'd be a councilman's son," Jesper muttered into his waffles.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Never been to a WaHo, never shot a gun, your delicate little hands...it adds up, kid."

Wylan clenched his teeth. "I'm not a kid. I'm only a little younger than you."

Jesper rolled his eyes. "I know."

"And I might not have been to a Waffle House, but at least I don’t waste all my money sneaking into casinos. How can you even afford this date, anyway?"

"Did Nina tell you that?” He folded his arms across his chest.  

Wylan shrugged. "I hear things.”

They picked at their food. 

"So, what do you want to do with chemistry, anyway?" Jesper asked eventually.

"Nanotechnology.”

“What’s that?”

Wylan took a deep breath. “Basically, I want to manipulate matter on a nanoscale to develop new materials. For example, I have this idea for a compound that would react to sugars in such a way that would dissolve anything underneath it, no matter the material.”

Jesper stared at him. "You're cuter when you're smart."

Wylan’s face heated. Jesper smirked and bit into his waffle.

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[little-owly]

Can you plz do mat//tip//liar smut mommy?

here you go, cutie!! first time writing smut for them, so let me know if you like it!! :D

–

The soft glow of the morning sun shined through the window, through the thin maroon curtains – giving a red shade to the white bedroom. Among the messy and and knotted blankets was Matthias, happily sleeping away. Curled up against his lover’s pillow – the cinnamon scent of his hair still on the pillow’s soft surface. His dreams filled with bit and pieces of his lover, from holding his hand to more explicit images. Images involving his body, his muscles, his hand in his hair as he’d pull him into a passionate kiss.

All that went away when he was awoken by the sound of the bathroom door swinging open. The gentle steam from the shower moving into the room as Mark emerged from the doorway. His tanned skin glistening with the warm water, his hair damp with droplets of water falling on his shoulders. The towel around his waist barely hanging as he moved his wet bangs.

“Mornin’ Matt,” Mark smiled. A shiver running up Matthias’s spine – Mark’s smile still getting to him since the day they’ve met. Practically bright enough to light up the city.

He was perfect.

Matthias yawned and blushed, “good morning, Mark. Why’re up to early? Isn’t it your day off?”

“Yeah, but I feel like going out today, ya know? Maybe hiking – when was the last time we ever did that?”

Matthias’s back popped, giggling, “my back may be opposed to that.”

“Whatever you say, old man,” Mark laughed as he approached Matthias on the bed. The bed dipping with the extra weight, “besides, I only came out here because you were making some noise.”

He gulped.

Oh no.

“Well, I make lots of noises,” Matthias snapped back, “gotta be more specific.”

“Always the sassy one, you are.” Mark kissed along Matthias’s cheek. His wet hair grazing Matthias’s warm skin. So inviting, Mark finding it irresistible to not nuzzle into his neck.

“I mean, the noises you make when you’re face down. When you’re begging for me to fill you up. When you’re moaning while I sink myself deep inside you.”

Matthias gasped slowly, his once half hard cock already throbbing to its full length as Mark nibbled on his ear. Whispering closely – so close he could feel his stubble, “I mean the noises you make when we make love.”

Matthias laughed, “‘make love’? Seriously?”

“…you know I’m trying to be romantic, right?”

“Mark, I appreciate that you’re trying but dripping wet all over my favorite pajamas and blanket,” Matthias held up the corner of his duvet for emphasis, “is making this silly.”

“Oh yeah? Well you having a wet dream about me when I’m only a few feet away is pretty silly too.” Mark pouted, smiling as Matthias shut up. Knowing his lover was far too shy during intimate moments. Never uttering a curse or dirty phrase until he got to /that/ point. The point of no return before cumming all over himself.

“…I…I just–”

“No need to explain to me, beautiful,” Mark kissed up and down his neck. His soft lips leaving behind gentle marks. Marks of possession – so everyone knew Matthias was his and his alone.

“Do you want me?” He asks. Voice low. Rushed excitement ran throughout Matthias’s body, clouding his mind with obscene wants.

“Yes,” he huffed, moving away from Mark to wrestle his clothes off. Looking back as Mark straddled him. Slowly, Mark moved the towel off. He exposed his lower stomach and small trail of dark hair to Matthias. Smiling as his lover groaned. The towel finally being thrown off and left on the bedroom floor.

Mark took his time working up Matthias. His lips and teeth teasing and biting his warmed pale skin. Purple and pink bruises appearing before him. Smirking as Matthias blushed and hid his face behind his hands.

“You bruise so easily,” Mark commented as he moved down to tease the pink buds on Matthias’s chest, “such a sensitive beauty you are. I bet I could get you to cum just by licking up and down your body. Reaching your most sensitive spots–”

“Oh my /God/, Mark,” he huffed. Mark moving his tongue over Matthias’s left nipple. Sucking and biting at the bud as his other hand pinched his other. Matthias arching his back as sparks ran up his spine, shaking. So in love with Mark – with his dirty talk, with his careful touches, with his amazing mouth. Just…everything about /him/ drove Matthias insane.

Then, he pulled off. Sucking and kissing down to Matthias’s body. Matthias’s quiet whines growing as Mark finally took hold of his cock. Throbbing against his stomach as he blushed.

“What do you want, beautiful? My mouth or my hands?”

“Mmmfh,” he shook his head. Matthias’s voice caught in his chest – he could never get use to talking about what he exactly wants in bed. Finding himself shy and nervous as a virgin when talking during sex. Heat radiated through his stomach and chest as he lifted his head up.

“M-mouth, please Ma–!”

The name died on his lips as he moaned. Mark picking up his cock to lap at the head of it. Licking at the pink head of his cock and sucking gently on it. His teeth grazing ever so lightly, adding to the pleasure for them.

Matthias nearly came in his mouth alone when he looked down. Mark’s dark brown eyes staring into Matthias’s ocean blue eyes. Mark moved down further Matthias’s length. His teeth just barely grazing the heated skin. The head of his cock reaching the back of Mark’s throat. Mark effortlessly taking it all. His tongue swirling around under his cock to make Matthias’s toes curl. Smiling as he felt his small hand gently pet his hair.

Mark moaned ever so gently as he pulled off. Matthias’s legs spreading open.

“Ready, beautiful? Or do you want to use my mouth a little more?”

“R-ready, Mark.” He huffed, “not gonna l-last long.”

“Aww, what’s a matter? Did your wet dream work you up enough? Need me to fill you up, make you cum just by my dick inside your needy hole?”

Matthias whimpered, nodding and hiding his face again.

Matthias didn’t think it was humanly possible to blush any harder before he heard the cap of the lube being undone. Mark’s mouth kissing around his thighs as he pushed one lubed finger in. Allowing Matthias to grow use to the feeling before adding in another, then another. Spreading and stretching his hole open – the familiar burn exciting Matthias more. His cock throbbing as he grew eager to be filled by his lover. His dirty little dreams coming true before his eyes.

Mark continued to push in and out of Matthias before he whined, looking up and nodding. Signaling he’s ready for Mark.

“God, you look so beautiful,” Mark smiled, using the lube to jerk himself, “you beautiful and fragile. Getting split open by my dick, moaning my name out and letting everyone know who’s making you feel this good.”

“Y-yes, Mark,” he cried, “please! Use me – fill me up, I need you so bad, baby!”

With a smirk and a nod, Mark finally positioned himself in between Matthias’s legs. Hitching one of his legs on his shoulder as he pressed himself in slowly. Gasping as his hard cock was swallowed up in the tight heat of Matthias’s entrance. Groaning as he inched himself in further and further.

“Oh /fuck/, beautiful, you’re so fucking tight around me. Made for me to fuck you, made to take my fat cock.”

Matthias whimpered as the burning pain mixed into pleasure. His thighs shaking as he circled his hips down against Mark’s crotch, “ready, baby.”

“Aww, so eager to be fucked,” Mark teased before pulling back and slamming into Matthias. The other’s eyes widening as he /yelled/. His cock bouncing against his own stomach as he was fucked senseless by Mark. Mark’s own hips snapped back and forth into Matthias. Heat coiling in his stomach as he looked down to see his lover utterly lost for words. Pink blush spread over his face, a thin sheet of sweat covering his body, and his eyes looking back at his.

Mark looked down and groaned, knowing if he looks into Matthias’s blue eyes any longer he’d cum. He focuses on him. On the way his body responds to his movements. On the way he cried and moaned when he hit that special spot inside him. On the way he grabbed and pulled Mark down for a passionate kiss. Their tongues and lips colliding with ease. Matthias moaning into his mouth and biting down on his lips. Desperate and shaking – so close, so close to that edge he’d been craving.

“Fuck me harder–” Matthias finally moaned. All shame and embarrassment thrown out the window as lust clouded his mind, “fuck me deeper – c'mon baby, you can do better than that. Fuck me! Fuck me! Make me scream!”

“/shit/,” Mark groaned, “where’s that talk been all this time–”

“Shut up, use me like a fleshlight and fuck me harder! C'mon baby – oh /fuck/!”

Mark panted as Matthias squeezed his inner walls around his cock. Hitting his prostate dead on. Their bodies overworked and sweaty. Their hurried movements making their bed hit against the wall. Creaking with their thrusts.

“Mark! Mark, come with me, baby – fill me up with your cum, c'mon! Oh – s-shit! Mark!” was all Matthias could get out before holding Mark closer, kissing him roughly. White hot cum decorating his lower stomach and crotch. Throbbing cock sandwiched between the two.

“So fuckin’ beautiful – just for me, all for me. You’re all mine, fuck! Fuck!”

Mark followed soon after. Eyes screwed shut as he pushed his hips forward, cumming deep inside Matthias. Doing just as Matthias begged him to do, fill him up. A bit of his cum leaking out the side of Matthias’s hole as he mewled. The heat deep inside both of them satisfied. So spent and exhausted, but well worth it all.

Matthias and Mark stayed in their position for a while. Moving away from each others’ lips as they enjoyed the sleepy afterglow of their shared orgasm.

“I love you, so much.” Matthias huffed, reaching up to kiss Mark’s cheek innocently. His own lips red and slightly swollen from the whole affair.

“I love…y-you too, beautiful.” He laughed quietly, “good morning.”

***

Bryan, who had spent the night downstairs in Mark and Matthias’s shared apartment, learned three things that day.

1 – Matthias is a screamer during sex.

2 – Mark has the dirtiest mouth he’s ever heard during sex. Including his own experiences and porn.

3 – He really should’ve brought headphones or stayed with J-F//red last night. No way could he ever get over the sounds of his own boss and friend’s…er…/lovemaking/.

[qwertyplier-blog]

Chapter Two- New School

Beep Beep Wake Up, Beep Beep Wake Up.

Yes. That is my alarm. It was so annoying so thats why I picked it. I springed out of bed and walked down the hall to Lillan’s room. Bit she wasnt there. I looked around the house, but no sign of Lillian. I saw a note by my backpack. It said:

Yo yo little sis! Suuuper sorry Im not gonna be home. The guy I met yesterday’s name is Bryce and he asked me to come over to his place. I hope I will c u after school! Good Luck baby girl ♡

It really didn’t feel any different without her. She was funny and brought life to the day. And school was gonna be great. I skipped to the calendar. It read today was Febuary 3rd 2018. Today was gonna be great. I hope.

I brushed my teeth extra clean, so I dont embarrass myself. You never know what might just creep on ya that can completely drown your reputation. Well, I really had to be careful about what I wear for a first impression. So I picked out the perfect outfit. A white, and tight crop top that said ‘Queen’ with crown emojis all over it, blue leggings that look like jeans, a red flannel around my very slim waist, and a pair of platform shoes the say 'Queen’ all over them and crown emojis, that match my shirt perfectly.

I ate cereal for breakfast and hissed home goodbye. I hated it. Into the car we go.

I slid the key into my own car. Deep breaths, deep breaths. I am confident everything will be okay today. I turned the musoc up to get my mind off of this. The song ’ Poison ’ by Rita Ora played. I hummed along to it as I set the G.P.S. The car was soon put on drive and driven to school.

-Le Time Skip-

I sat in the car for a while after I heard people outside behind me. Panicking. What if they don’t like me? What if I embarrass myself? I somehow remember that guy by the mall yesterday and his laugh. His laugh was again, beautiful. I knew everything was gonna be alright today.

As soon as my car door opened, all eyes on me. Everyone just stared at me like I killed someine they love. As soon as I got out of the car, I faced everyone with the sun behindr me.

“Hi…um…I am-am” I can feel my legs turning into jelly. “I am Liliana Black. And I am your new student” I say loud and clear. Now I didn’t care about what any one thought of me.

I shut the car door behind me and walk with power. Until is see him. The guy from yesterday I was thinking about in my car. Panick was all that came to my head. He wasn’t looking at me. Nobody was. Thank goodness this is over.

I sprinted to a dark corner of the school and hid myself there. I felt tears form in my eyes. I was going to cry. The feeling of being stared at was not a pleasant one. Everyone carried on to what they were talking about. Footstep crepped up closer and closer to me. I tried to hide myself, but the corner I was in was to small.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry, everyone loves you.” A smooth, deep voice whispered.

I wiped my tears to see who was talking to me. I recognized that voice. And it was the only thing that can sooth me in this situation. As soon  as stopped crying, I looked up to see that guy from yesterday. He was cuter then I could imagine. 

“Hey, I’m Mark. Please don’t cry. Everyone loves you, Liliana.”

Mark really suited him for his look. Big and strong and bubbly additude. I blushed uncontrollably.

“Oh um hello. As you know I am Liliana. And thank you. I do hope everyone likes me.” I say in a quiet voice.

“Mark! Come here!” A female voice called for Mark.

“C'mon Lili” Mark grabbed my hand and yanked me aside him, holding me tight to his shoulder.

Lots of fellings came to me now. I felt shy and confused. But I felt happy that I am going to start hanging out with my crush I had just layed eyes on yesterday. All eues were on us. Mark was golding me like I was his girlfriend or something. And I loved it

“Hey guys, this is Lilana, call her Lili” did he just give me a nickiname, I am freaking out.

I literally melted inside when I saw the girl who had called Mark over stare at my soul with her bright green eyes. She looked angry and frowned when I made her way.

“She is a pretty, bright, and cool girl. She will be hanging out with us for now on. No hate” Mark continued. This was a dream come true.

The school bell rang. It looked like a swarm of ants running from a water gun and into their little ant hills. School had begun.

Mark held my hand woth hos crew behind him. Seems like he likes me. H whispered all the names of the people behind him which were my new friends. They were Tyler, Ethan, Ryan, Matt, Matthias, and Nicole. I think Nicole was the one who gave me the look. She didnt seem happy with my presents.

“Hey, I think someone likes you already…” Tyler whispers from behind. I knew that wasn’t true. Mark was just here to welcome me. But would be cool to have him like me.

I took out my schedule.

“Hey, looks like we have 4 of the same classes. Cool!” Mark seem pretty haply about this. So was I. I could stare at this beauty all day.

His locksr was 6 away from mine. But Nicole’s was right next to mine.

“Hey Nicole, aka Nicki, how is e-” I was cut off.

“Listen here you ratty bitch. If you lay a finger on Mark ever again, I will snap it off.” She said fermly. What the fuck?

I didnt even have a chance to say anything because she just slammed her locker and walked away with he hands like fist.

I gave 0 fucks. I’m going to class

Chapter Two to meh fan fic. Just borf.

[little-owly]

THIS TOOK FOREVER AND IM SO SORRY PLS FORGIVE AAAAAA

(let’s just pretend bryan and joey are dating and live together ssssh)

“Here you go,” Bryan smiled, handing the hot coffee cup to Joey. The sunshine of the early morning seeping through his office window. The two of them alone – surprisingly beating Matt and Bobby to the office first.

“Thanks.” Joey yawned, grabbing the foam cup, his thing fingers holding it gently, “I slept horrible last night.”

“I…thought you came home at 10? What happened?”

Joey paused, drinking from the cup, the warm inviting taste of the coffee running down his throat. He noticed Bryan had added more cream than usual, not minding however. Just as long as the coffee did it’s job.

“There was a problem with editing,” he replied, wiping away a drop of the drink from the corner of his mouth, “I didn’t wanna leave until it was fixed. I didn’t get in until 2 am.”

Bryan crossed his arms as he rested against the open door, “tsk tsk, so you only slept 4 hours? On a Te//am Ed//ge recording day?”

“I know, I know – but I’ve been drinking coffee nonstop to wake me up. I’ve down 3 cups already,” another long sip, “well, making it’s way up to 4.”

“Huh…4?” Bryan smirked. A smirk which screamed trouble – Bryan began to plan in his head. Joey needed to be punished, how many times has he told him to get home early for sleep? How many times have they’ve gone through with recording while he dragged on – nearly passing out from exhaustion during challenges?

Well, Bryan had to put a stop to it. Teach Joey a lesson.

“Yeah, why?” Joey asks, voice low.

“Oh, nothing. Drink up and let me know if you want me to make another cup for you,” he smiled, moving to kiss Joey’s forehead. The other sleepily chuckling.

“Thanks, Bry.” he replies, watching him walk away. Not knowing his punishment was just starting.

–

“Hey, Joey, just a quick heads up. We got an hour before recording.” Matthias popped into the office’s kitchen area. Joey finishing off the last cup of coffee, much more awake.

“Jeez dude, lighten up on the coffee before your heart gives out or something,” Matthias laughed, Joey rolling his eyes.

“Sorry, I’ll try not to drown myself from the inside.” He laughs along, Matthias sighing.

“Seriously. Take it easy, yeah? You’re gonna pee every five seconds at this rate.”

“Nah, I’ll be fine. Worse case scenario, I end up peeing for minutes at a time.” Joey shrugs, tossing the cup away, Matthias paying no mind to him.

In fact, maybe he was right. The sudden pressure in his bladder nagged at him. The coffees adding to his bladder. To top it all off? He was in such a rush, he hadn’t gone in the morning, still holding from last night.

Yeah, it’d be smart to go now – Joey thought. Rounding the corner to the empty hallway, only to come face to face with Bryan, who was walking away from the bathroom.

“Oh, hey,” Joey smiled. Bryan greeting him with a soft peck to his lips.

“Where you heading to?”

“Uh, the bathroom. Pretty obvious since this is the only way to it-”

Joey squeaks as Bryan takes his hand and pins him to the wall. Their faces only inches away. Joey’s eyes widened in surprise.

“I don’t think so,” Bryan whispers, voice low as he leans in closer, “I think you need to learn your lesson for coming home so late. For not listening to me when I tell you to get rest before we record.”

“What are you-”

Joey hissed as Bryan firmly placed his hand on his bladder. The pressure intensifying – not to a painful level, but a discomfort. Enough to make him arch his back slightly against the wall.

“You don’t get to use the bathroom at all until after we’re done recording for the day.” Bryan explained, Joey’s eyes looking back into his, “during breaks, you’ll drink whatever I give you. If i even see you sneak off to the bathroom, I’ll make your punishment harder, is that clear?”

Joey waits. Seeing Bryan’s eyes go soft from their intense stare down. Waiting for his okay. He knows all he says to say is ‘no’ and he’ll be free to go – but he wants to see how this plays out.

“O-okay.”

Bryan smiles. Quickly unpinning Joey as footsteps approach. Connor appearing, shirt completely wet, a new shirt in his hand.

“Oh hey,” he awkwardly smiles, “er, nobody’s going in there, right? Gunner thought it’d be funny to knock down my soda with a crumbled up paper ball,” he rolls his eyes.

“Nope! Go right ahead. Joey’s good too,” Bryan adds on. Walking away with Joey following behind.

The hour passed relatively quickly. Bryan only popping into Joey’s office to get him to the Ed//ge Spa//ce.

Joey slowed on the walk over. The discomfort rising in his bladder. Enough to where he’d normally stop what he’d doing and go.

“Ready for today’s challenge?” Bobby asked, tapping away at his clipboard.

“What is it?”

“Soda tasting challenge, part two.”

Joey groaned.

The universe was really out for him today, wasn’t it?

–

“Break!” Matthias called. Sitting up from his seat, leaving behind a laughing Bryan and…an unusually quiet Joey.

“Here, drink up-”

“Bry, I just drank like, 7 different sodas. I’m going to die if I drink anymore.”

“Oh c'mon. It was just one swallow each. Just drink up this water bottle.” Bryan instructed. Sliding the (rather large) bottle across the table to Joey.

His bladder screamed at him as he cautiously uncapped the bottle. Slowly gulping the water. Wanting nothing more than to please Bryan enough to let him go.

“Alright, back – Bobby? What’s next?” Matthias asked.

“Uh…hold on,” a pause. Joey casually pressed his legs together under the table. A low throb beginning in his lower belly. As long as his legs were pressed together, he’d be fine. The throbbing already subsiding, returning back to a dull pain. The ever increasing need to go still in the back of his mind.

“Oh! We’re doing another version of 'The Floor is Lava’ challenge. We added some more obstacles, we just need to set up.”

“Joey won’t mind helping out you and Matt set up!” Bryan added in, “I’m gonna use the bathroom really quick.”

He sighed. Carefully getting up to put down the tarp.

–

Joey whined, his bladder throbbing more, the liquid from before sloshing around in him. The pressure intense as he ran. Trying keep up. Trying to act as if nothing was wrong.

That is, until he leaped a bit too far in between obstacles. The spurt of warmth against his left thigh, slowly dribbling down. His face flushed, wincing.

“N-no,” he whispered, turning towards Bobby.

“C-can we take a break? I need to use the restro-om,” he asked, quiet as ever.

“Sure, you don’t look the best right now, dude. You sure you can go on?”

Joey nods. Looking back around to see Bryan and Matthias playfully arguing back and forth over who got last place. Bryan facing Matthias long enough for Joey to sneak around to the bathroom.

It…wouldn’t be much trouble if he just peed a tiny bit, would it? Bryan wouldn’t realize the difference – and he was pretty sure he’d wet himself if he didn’t relieve some of the pressure soon.

“…Where’s J-F//red?”

“Bathroom.”

The quickly approaching sounds of footsteps made Joey whimper. Knees buckling together, breathing heavily through his nose. Quickly, he was pinned against the cold wall. Hidden from the others in the Ed//ge Sp//ace.

“I thought we talked about this Joey.”

“I…I know but I just n-need to go so b-badly and-”

“Did I give you permission to go?”

Joey stops. Shaking his head shamefully.

“Then why are you walking down this way? Are you disobeying me already?”

“P-please, Bryan-”

“No,” he paused, “In fact, I’m going to extend your punishment. Too bad, I was just thinking about letting you go during out mext break.”

“Bryan-”

He hissed once more, Bryan shoving his hand down to hold Joey. His grip tight as he leaned in closer, “if you leak anymore, I’ll punish you even more. We wouldn’t want that, would we?”

He shook his head. Bryan removing his hand and unpinning him.

“Good boy. Let’s get back to the others.”

The last four challenges were absolute torture. He whimpered quietly between running, jumping, and other various tasks. Standing awkwardly – his legs pushed together tightly when the camera wasn’t on him.

Joey wanted nothing more than to go. Nothing more than to use the bathroom.

“Alright, thats a wrap for today!” Bobby announced, his own voice tired, “finally clocking in at 8 pm.”

The crew set things away, murmurs of “great job” and “see ya tomorrow” were heard as Joey silently walked back to his office. Not daring to look at the door to the bathroom on his way in. Bladder throbbing with each step he took. Desperate as ever.

He closed his office door before doubling over. Hands stuffed in between his legs, shifting to and from, shaking as he groaned. He used what little self control he had in him to sit down, crossing his legs immediately to stop himself from leaking – knowing it’d be obvious if he did thanks to his grey shorts.

Joey squirmed, concentrating so much on his control, he hadn’t heard the door open. Opening his eyes to see Bryan standing in front of him, eyes dark and arms crossed.

“How bad?”

“B-bad…please, Bry – I’ve held on all day and just can’t. L-let me go to the restroom-”

“No. You can’t.” Bryan chuckled, straddling Joey’s squirming hips. Joey whimpered more as the new pressure made his bladder scream at him once more. The dull, painful, fullness in him nearly making him cry. His cock just barely leaking.

“I…Bryan.” He shuddered. Shoulders tense and back arched against the office chair.

“Tell me why you’re being punished. Tell me why I’m not letting you go to the bathroom.” He replies, hand firm against the bulge of Joey’s bladder. The other gasping harshly.

“I…I didn’t listen and came h-home late. I didn’t get e-enough sleep…for today. I-” he hisses, more awkward pressure applied. Bryan’s hand pushing against his squirming body.

“…and?” Bryan prompts.

“And I…disobeyed when you told me not to go-oh god, it h-hurts Bryan, please!”

Bryan shakes his head, now bouncing his hand against the bulge, absolute agony for Joey.

“I need a genuine apology now, Joey. Can you do that for me? And maybe I’ll let you go.”

“Please!” The other gasps, tears rushing down his face as he leaks, the warmth trailing down his leg, “I know I messed up and s-should’ve listened to you! I k-know I was d-disobedient but please! I won’t ever do it again, oh god I’m not going to make it, I’m-” Joey moaned. Bryan stopping his torture on his bulge.

“Please…?” he whimpered. Nearly crying as Bryan finally got up from his position.

“Let’s go. I think that’s good enough.”

Joey sobs, Bryan helping him up inch by inch. The chair creaking as he fully stands – Joey shamelessly shoves his hands in between his thighs. Purely to keep everything in. His bladder throbbing with pain, filled to it’s limit.

“Ssh, everyone left by now. Just follow me and we’ll get there in time,” Bryan comforted, letting Joey through first. The office silent as ever – save for his tiny gasps and whimpers.

Joey cried out as they reached the bathroom door, Bryan opening it and letting Joey in. Joey’s knees buckling as he hurried over to the toilet.

With a gentle kiss to Joey’s neck, Bryan pressed his hand once more into the bladder bulge from behind.

“W-wait, Bry I n-need to-”

“What? You can go now, I gave you permission.” Bryan pauses, hearing Joey leak more onto the tiled floor. Quiet pitter patters filling the silence of the room.

He swat Joey’s hand away as he tried to take out his cock.

“Oh? You thought I’d let you use the toilet? That’s cute.” Bryan chuckled. The heel of his hand pressing harder and harder. Joey moaning all the while, growing weak as he leaned against Bryan.

The stream nearly shot out of Joey, running down both his legs, flooding his shorts and socks. The wet warmth trailing down his legs and crotch. The loud hissing and Joey’s moans was all the noise they could hear in the office. Joey rested his head on Bryan’s shoulder as his body went slack. The combined relief and pleasure too much for him.

The stream of urine nearly lasted minutes on end. The slowed down trickle and sigh alerted Bryan that he was done. The large puddle in front of them spreading in between the tiles.

With soft kisses to his neck, Bryan smiled, “learn your lesson?”

Joey could only nod, too tired to actually speak.

“C'mon, let’s get you cleaned up, alright? Just hold tight while I clean up the bathroom and I’ll get a warm bath started for you when we get home.”

Joey smiled softly as Bryan led him out the bathroom to his office. Thankful he remembered he’d left spare clothes. Looking forward to the promised bath.