#wc: 1728

[edupunkn00b]

The Flirt, The Perv, and the Sarcast

Virgil had it bad for his three roommates. His three roommates in a committed relationship with each other. The worst part? Each of their little quirks made it hard for Virgil to keep telling himself he didn't have a chance. The best part? He's one hundred percent wrong.

Written for @jinxunzel as part of @tss-camp-and-coffee's Camp Cartoon writing event - WC: 1728 - Rated: G - CW: pining, fluff, a low detail panic attack, happy ending - More of my Camp stories

“Hey, Babes, is this lap free?” Remy smirked up at him from the lap he was asking about then spread out on the couch. Head warm and comfortably heavy on Virgil’s thighs, Remy moved just enough to sip his ever present iced coffee, seemingly waiting for an actual response, if not permission.

“Um—“ Wow, brilliant locution. Did Logan teach you that?—“No, well, I guess maybe now it is?”

“Damn right it is,” he grinned and tucked his coffee close to the edge of couch then turned to face the t.v.. “So, what are we watching?”

Anything you want.

Remy’s hair, dyed raven black, glowed under the light of the conspiracy video on the screen. A lock of it fell across his forehead and Virgil had to grip the armrest to keep himself from reaching out and brushing it back ever so gently.

That was the kind of thing a boyfriend might do. And Remy was not his boyfriend. But Remy had asked him a question.

“Uh, this guy.” Arm flailing, he gestured at the screen in an attempt to drag his mind back from dangerous paths. “He debunks all those 'aliens built the pyramids' conspiracies.”

“Hmmm,” Remy turned and looked up him. He’d taken off his sunglasses and his coffee-brown eyes looked right through his soul. “But you like conspiracy theories. Or are we hate watching?”

“We—well, yeah.” He hoped to the god Remy didn’t catch his voice crack. “But even I can get behind debunking the stupid racist ones.”

“Fair,” he nodded and rolled back. With Remy's cheek pressed to his thigh, Virgil imagined he rubbed against him a little more than necessary to get comfortable. But that was a stupid theory if he ever heard one.

Keys jangled at the door and Remus called out in his best Ricky Ricardo, “ Lucy, I’m homo!” Really, though, he just sounded like his and Ro's dad.

“We’re in here,” Remy called, voice buzzing against his leg.

“We’re?” Remus emerged from the hallway and grinned. “Oooh, don’t you two look cozy.”

“Babes, join us!” Remy took a sip of his coffee and waved him closer with the cup.

“I can find another seat.” Remus’ eyebrows danced and he licked his lips the way he did before he made some raunchy joke. “You know I like to watch.”

“That you do,” Remy chuckled, sending Virgil’s mind racing with thoughts he should not be having about Remy, Remus, and the third in their little constellation, Janus. “Come,” he said, patting the floor at Virgil’s feet. “Settle in, Babes. You know you’ll only last five minutes in a proper chair anyway.”

Remus grinned. “So gay I can’t even sit straight.” He moved closer to Virgil and glanced down at the floor between his feet. “Is it okay?” he asked, voice suddenly serious.

“Ye—yeah, ‘course,” Virgil stammered, adjusting his feet to give him more room.

Remus sat on the floor between Virgil’s shins, knees tucked up to his chest. He turned a little so he wouldn’t block Remy’s view, half leaning on the side of the couch, half leaning on Virgil’s leg.

As they watched the video, Remus’ arm gradually slid between Virgil’s shin and the couch. By the time the next episode started, he was fiddling with Virgil’s laces, happily zoned out.

By the time Janus got home a couple hours later, the two of them were asleep, Remy on his lap and Remus with his head propped on the arm rest, Virgil’s hand tucked beneath.

“Well aren’t you a lovely sight to behold after a long night’s work?” he purred, slipping off his shoes and tiptoeing closer. Unreadable as always, Janus’ smirk hid whatever was actually going on in his head.

Coming home to seeing Virgil with his boyfriends draped over him, it wasn’t hard for Virgil to imagine what he might be thinking.

“Uh, yeah.” He looked down. Remy’s long lashes almost brushed his cheeks, shining under the t.v.’s flickering light. A faint smile played at his lips as he was caught in the depths of a pleasant dream.

And Remus… Even at rest, Remus twitched and mumbled, eyes dancing behind closed lids. One quiet 3 AM when the pair had found each other seeking a tonic to the night’s insomnia and overly vivid dreams, Virgil had asked Remus what he dreamed about.

He'd waggled his eyebrows and blew him a kiss over the open fridge door. “Everything.”

“I guess they were both more tired than they realized,” Virgil whispered, reluctant to disturb them, even as he knew he should so they could join Janus in the big bed in their own room.

“Either that or you’ve seduced them into a restful sleep with your wily ways,” Janus remarked as he moved to the other side of the couch. He crouched down and brushed that stubborn lock away from Remy’s forehead. “It must be simply torture to have them so close,” he said, winking at Virgil in the semi-dark.

As the sun had set, Virgil had left the side table lamp off, allowing the room to gradually darken as night took hold. And as Remy’s head grew heavier in his lap and Remus’ had begun to loll against his hand, he’d muted the t.v., the pictures on the screen splashing dim light over their sleeping faces. He really had done all he could to keep them sleeping around him—and on him—for as long as possible.

Virgil didn’t know how to interpret Janus’ teasing sarcasm. Was he mad? He didn’t seem mad. He didn’t seem to be in a big rush to wake them, either. No doubt, returning home after an unexpected double shift, he wasn’t exactly looking forward to the task of putting both of his sleeping boyfriends to bed.

Fuck, Virgil really shouldn’t’ve let them fall asleep like this. They’d just looked so comfortable and, really, felt so comfortable, he just couldn’t make himself break the cozy spell. He just let them—

“Spiderling,” Janus murmured, brushing the baby tarantula tattoo near his thumb. “Shhhh… breath for us,” he whispered. Remus and Remy were both awake. Remy at his side and Remus knelt before him next to Janus.

When had that happened?

It was only then that Virgil heard his own stuttered gasps, each breath like inhaling through a coffee straw. Remy took one hand and Janus the other. Remus hugged his leg.

He sucked in a breath. The air burned his nose and his throat.

“That’s it,” Janus murmured, tapping a steady beat on the back of his hand. “Now let it out,” he said, voice soft and calm, golden brown eyes fixed on his.

Virgil pushed out the breath, ruffling Remus’ wild curls.

Remus nodded and grinned back at him, a little sharp. A little scared.

“Very good,” Janus said, low and even tone rumbling through him. “And again now.”

Virgil wasn’t sure how much time passed as they sat together like that, but after a long, long while, he started anticipating the steps, breathing with the commands instead of needing them to remember what to do next.

“That’s good, Babes, real good,” Remy murmured next to him.

Remus’ manic grin softened on the edges and he curled forward, arms folded over Virgil’s knees, chin pillowed by his own arms.

“Spiderling?” Janus murmured. The old childhood nickname had never really gone away and the tattoo had only cemented it. But using it twice in one night meant he’d really freaked him out.

“Sorry,” Virgil mumbled, eyes burning. “I’m better now,” he said. “I didn’t mean to—“

“Fuck ‘sorry’,” Remus shook his head. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, we’re fine, Babes,” Remy said, sliding a little closer. “We’re not the ones who just had a panic attack in the middle of”—he glanced at the screen—“Twelfth Planet Debunked.”

Virgil didn’t know where to look, so he just hung his head, eyes shut. “I’m okay, I promise,” he said, cracking a smile that felt more like a grimace. “You all can go to bed.”

Remus scritched the seams on his jeans, shoulders shimmying. “It’s okay if you’re not up for it right now, but to tell you the truth, Emo, I was hoping tonight might be the night you joined us—”

“Remus!” Remy and Janus hissed in unison and Virgil snorted.

“It’s okay,” he said to both of them, pushing a smile onto his face. “I know he’s not serious.”

“The hell I’m not,” Remus said, reaching for both his hands and connecting them all together.

Virgil scoffed but the room went dead quiet as the three boyfriends looked from one to the other.

It was Janus who broke the silence. Cupping Virgil’s cheek with his free hand, he gently turned his face until their eyes met. “Do you really not know?”

Virgil’s heart beat faster, a noisy, stupid hope battering on the inside of his ribs. He shook his head again. “That he’s joking?”

“That I’m not,” Remus said, voice still and quiet. “I thought… “ Remus’ thumb rubbed little circles on the inside of his wrist. “I thought you were just… doing it for the bit, y’know… acting like…”

For the first time Virgil could remember, Remus looked uncertain.

“We all did, Babes,” Remy whispered.

“Wait—“ Virgil stared at each of them. “You all?”

“You can blame me as the first,” Janus said, stroking his cheek now. “But once Remy and Remus got to know you, too, they didn’t need any convincing.”

“So… all…” Virgil’s mouth wouldn’t let him form the words and he looked at each in turn, willing one of them, any of them to just say it so he wouldn’t have to. And be wrong.

Janus lifted Virgil’s hand to his lips and Remus—reluctantly?—let go. “We’ve all fallen for you, Spiderling,” he whispered against his knuckles then pressed a soft kiss against each.

“Babes, we got the feeling it was, y’know…” He squeezed their shared grip with Remus. “Mutual?”

“I… it… it is,” he finally admitted, cheeks flaming. He nodded and took a deep breath. “It is very… mutual.”

Remus practically vibrated, fingers thrumming on his knee as he squeezed his and Remy’s hand tight. Remy curled closer and laid his head on Virgil’s shoulder.

Still smiling that damn crooked smile, Janus turned his hand over and pressed a soft, wet kiss against his palm. “Good.”

[harleehazbinfics]

Mine, all mine.

a lucifer x reader fanfiction.

inspired by this ask: link

wc: 1728

warning: suggestive themes!!

a/n: sometimes i wish i could just give the program my brain and let it write itself. my ass is not suited for writing at extensive periods of time in one sitting.

You were a sinner, made to rot in hell for all of eternity until exorcist end your miserable souls. However, you refused to lead that fate. You disliked how other demons would underestimate you just because of how weak and fragile you looked, especially with your wings. So, you improvised, you took this to your advantage, eventually one-by-one overlords toppled over from your powers, becoming your servants or souls you feasted on. You never sought to purge sinners or become an overlord in the process for that matter, it was just that you heavily disliked being underestimated by these narcissistic souls, that you couldn’t help but put them in their place.

After decades of doing the same thing over and over again, you decided you wanted something different to do, other than manipulating and devouring retched souls all the time. With Alastor’s recommendation, you find yourself in Hell’s Hazbin Hotel, a hotel that aims to rehabilitate sinners and help them go to heaven. You didn’t oppose to the idea and if there would be sinners that find this their calling, then you’d like to support them in their endeavors, unlike your pal Alastor. Besides, it would be a free meal if some jackass just wanted to stir up some trouble with both of you around.

So, that’s what you led you here to this moment.

“—and this is (y/n), our other host, they’ve been helping with the hotel just a few months ago, despite being a busy overlord and all,” Charlie introduces you to each other.

“It’s a pleasure to meet the King of Hell himself. How do you do, my lord?” you greet with a polite smile after dipping your head in acknowledgement.

However, everything flew past Lucifer’s head when he saw your figure. You had a pleasant aura with an angelic face paired with bright beautiful wings that had him thrown in a loop. You had a kind and gentle gaze, lips a luscious shade of pink and cheeks full of life. You were simply ethereal—you didn’t look like you were from hell. You perfectly fit the standard for heaven’s angels and their winners.

“Uhh, dad?”

“Yeah, huh?!” Lucifer startles awake from his daydreaming and pays attention to his daughter. Finally realizing he was on a balcony with Charlie and Vaggie, a long way from where he was lost in thought.

“So, what do you think?” Charlie asks expectantly holding her hands together.

“Uh, yeah yeah. They look great. Say, who was that little friend you had there down there, are they also an angel?” he asks straightforwardly with a finnicky undertone.

“What? (Y/n)? No, they’re an overlord here in hell and our host. Didn’t I already say that?” Charlie replied starting to get annoyed with her dad.

“Oh, I see. They were just very beautiful looking, especially with those wings. I almost certainly thought they were an angel,” he rambles.

Vaggie and Charlie look at Lucifer stunned as Charlie starts, “What? Are you--? No, wait, dad we’re getting sidetracked. I meant the hotel! What do you think of it?!”

Then Lucifer goes on a tangent on how sinners could never be redeemed, and that they were vicious people who misused the gift that he gave them leading them here in hell. Before Charlie could fully give on getting her cause across to her father, a crash interrupts them.

They teleport downstairs and see a bunch of loan sharks barging their way into the hotel.

“Everyone! Get somewhere safe! I’ll handle this,” Vaggie yells readying her spear.

“No, my dear, leave it to me. It's time I remind everyone why I am here,” Alastor announces transforming into his demon form.

You chuckle unfurling your wings flying close to him, “Don’t forget about me.”

Lucifer ultimately shuts his mouth as he watches you dive headfirst towards one of the sharks stretching your hand out to grab their faces. You slam him roughly on the ground as his strength drains from his body. The longer you placed your hand on him the more his body crumples and dries, slowly wilting away from your touch. Leaving behind a red pulsing orb, you unhinge your jaw wrapping your tongue around it before swallowing it whole.

Lucifer’s stomach drops to his feet from the realization of his misconception of you, but he undoubtedly receives a hard-on as he can’t help but sexualize your actions. Wondering how it would feel wrapped around your long tongue and enveloped by your lips as you swallowed all of him.

He smacks himself across the face to rid himself of his thoughts and fixes his eyes on you and Alastor finishing up your massacre and dusting yourselves off. As he sees you both banter playfully, he couldn’t help but be reminded of his irritation for the male and comment towards Charlie.

“Mhm, you see? What'd I tell you? Charlie, sinners are violent psychopaths, hell bent on causing as much pain and destruction as they can. There's really no point in trying.”

She angrily huffs and yells at him, “Dad! Stop! He's defending this hotel! It may be a bit more sadistic than I'd hoped, but he's doing it for me! How come he can have faith in me, but my own father can't?”

His face crumples as he realizes his mistake. Here was his daughter trying to realize her dreams but couldn’t even support her ideas and aspirations. He was no better than those elders that shunned him away for his dreams. He finally comes clean to Charlie and apologizes to her. Finally supporting her dream and agreed on setting up the meeting for her.

But before he teleports away, he glances at you which you only responded with a light smile and nodded your head at him appreciating his help. He couldn’t help but be expectant of the next time you’ll meet again. He wished that Charlie would give him a call again soon.

The next time you met was when the angels attacked the residents of the hotel. When the matter was settled, all of you—including the help you gathered from Cannibal Town, celebrated your win in the now more spacious hotel.

While the lot of them gathered sharing drinks on one side, he saw you by yourself on the other side. He stands next to you with a grin, tapping your shoulder and asks, “This seat taken?”

You get startled from his action unfamiliar with people touching you so casually and give a flustered answer, “N-no! Please have a seat.”

He chuckles as he sits next to you, noticing how you scooted a little further away from him. He feels saddened when he was trying to be close to you, but you pull yourself away from him. He couldn’t help but comment, “You don’t need to be so distant. I’m just trying to get to know you better.”

You give him a smile and wrap your hands around your drink before answering, “Sorry. I’m just not used to people trying to come close to me at this distance, with my powers and all.”

He tilts his head cutely making you giggle and continue, “I guess Charlie didn’t tell you. I have the powers to drain demon’s powers. The longer I touch ‘em they die, and their soul becomes mine.”

He lets out a sound of understanding and mutters, “So that’s what that was.”

You look at him with you chin on your hand on the counter looking at him in interest. “Have you been watching me, your majesty?” you couldn’t help but tease.

You were not disappointed as you watch his face turn red as he fumbled with his drink while he tries to reply, “W-well, I couldn’t help but admire how strong you were. Either in a fight or just casually talking to you, you just seem to be so confident that I can’t help but keep my eyes on you.”

“You’re beautiful,” he finishes with a dreamy sigh.

“Are you hitting on me?” you ask complemented with a seductive smile.

His breath hitches as he realizes what he did, as he panics trying to save himself, “I mean! Please don’t take this the wrong way! I was just admiring— whoops!”

He accidentally drops his drink in his flustered state, with both of your fast reflexes you caught the glass together. His hand covering yours, he tilts his head not noticing anything different with himself as he holds you.

Meanwhile, you hastily place the cup down on the counter and fretted over him, “Are you alright? Are you unwell anywhere?”

“No, I’m fine. I don’t feel much different actually,” he says looking at his hands.

You sigh in relief not expecting this man to throw you off your loop. You’re so composed all the time that having this man in your proximity just destroys your braincells with how cute and charming he was.

“Actually, can we do that again?” he asks with a serious look, to which you hesitantly accepted locking your hands together for a while. As time passes on without much progress to his experiment, the more your cheeks turn into a bright shade of red that he finally catches on to.

“What’s go you so flustered all of a sudden, angel?” he teases squeezing your hand a few times egging you on.

You cover your cheeks with your other hand and tightly held his hand to make him stop, “I’ve never held hands with someone before.”

He smirks inching closer to your face, feeling his breath on you as he tried to memorize every part of you with half-lidded eyes, “Never been this close with a handsome bloke before?”

You stand from your seat, evidently towering over him from the sheer height difference then caging him in his both of his hands above him as you pinned him to a wall behind him.

“Never. Would you like to change that?” you whispered by his ear, earning a shudder from him.

“Bet,” he grins letting his forked tongue slither out of his mouth introducing itself to you while letting himself loose and held your waist. “Let’s go somewhere quiet.”

As the two of you disappeared from the group’s sights, Angel drunkenly yells, “OH, SHIT! LUCIFER’S GETTING SOME ASS TONIGHT!”

“Ewwww,” Charlie cries in disgust not welcoming the thought of his father fucking someone in her brain.

[pixeechix21]

Forget the past

Oneshot Königxfem!reader

You need a rebound, and he wants to help you.

TW: smut, smutty, alcohol, praise kink (just for you girly lmao), p in v, vulgar language, marking people’s bodies, aftercare, kinda sweet&vanila if I do say so myself.

Please, please on my knees begging you for best results read with Hotel(Montel Fish), or If you think I'm pretty (Artemas)

WC:1728

Waffles:

“You need to take your mind off of that dick, and you know focus on some other type of dick, y/n,” Evlyn teases handing you two drinks. The bar is crowded and you seriously don’t want to be here, where the floor is sticking to your heels and there’s a pungent smell of alcohol. Your break was so fresh, and there’s something wrong with you, you think how can I be so happy aren’t I meant to cry or something? Truly there’s something cathartic about not having to deal with him and his mommy issues anymore. 

“I mean they’re sexy,” she catches the eyes of a large group of very tall, built men. One of them smiles back and turns to share with the group. 

“Mmm yeah they’re… cute, but i need someone more… I don’t know, just not that,” you turn back to stare at them. You’re lying through your teeth, they are hot like worth going through hell hot. One of them says something boisterously and the rest of the group laugh. Leaning on the wall the brown haired one chuckles quietly. Your eyes track his wide shoulders and his hands. As you take your eyes off of his body you catch his eyes. Or more like he catches you. He picks up an eyebrow biting down on his lips to contain his smile. You go bright red and the second you see him walking over with the others you spin around and whisper shout. “Abort. Abort. The very sexy men are coming, abor-”

“Who might the very sexy men be?” They circle your standing table. 

“Uhhh.” you say stupidly.

“We meant you all,” Evlyn says flirtatiously towards the blond one. “Evlyn and this is y/n,” you ignore them and keep in contact with his blue eyes. 

“Beautiful name y/n,” he smiles sweetly. 

“That reminds me of my grandmother, her name was very similar, or maybe not. To be honest I forgot so I just called her Nan,” the shaved haired one says pensively. 

“Shut up Soap,” one laughs, slapping him on the back and steers them away. “Good night ladies, next round is one us,” the majority of the group disperses and Evlyn is chatting up the blond one. But he remains. 

“Please don’t tell me my name actually sounds like your grandpa’s name, I can’t handle that and my break-” you pause blushing. Evlyn warned you not to go babbling about it and you broke the rule. 

“Ha! no no. I was just thinking you look beautiful,” you see a small blush rising to his cheeks. Awww, you think sweetly. The complete opposite of what those big arms make you think. “König,” he held out his hand. 

“Nice to meet you king,” you take his hand. The warmth outcompetes the fuzz from the alcohol. He looks surprised, at you knowing what it means.

“So what do you do?” You ask awkwardly.

“Let’s say it's teaching the bad guys of the world a lesson.”

“Sounds very dangerous,” you tease.

“Yes one could say it is,” he nodded affirmingly. “You?”

“Uuuh not as cool I’m a chef,” standing there you forget what the fuck you say when talking ot people. You suddenly remember the untouched shots, and grab them then hand one to him. He frowns questioningly. “Come on let's celebrate,” you urge, smiling. Letting go of your triring thoughts. 

“Okay, what to?” He looks questioningly at you, amused at your thought processes. 

“Dicks.” You tap the shot to the table, shoot the jager back and shake your head vigorously. You laugh at the comical look of shock on his face. “Follow me König,” you grab his wrist and squeeze into the middle of the crowd. You start dancing, shaking your ass to the music. You look up to see him with his arms crossed and looking around anxiously. “Dance!” 

“I’m okay, thank you for the offer,” he leans down to your ears so that you can hear him better. 

“Please! I need my mind taken off of the past,” you plead your case. With that he loosens his arms and you turn around dancing with him. He seems as if he doesn’t know what to do, for a second. Then he grabs your hips tightly and holds you to him, tilting his head down inhaling your perfume in. Your hands snake up over his hair, holding him close. You face him, faces inches away you can see the depths of his eyes. You lick your lips just as the heat drops to your core. His hand comes across your waist and keeps you close, enclosing you in his body. Slowly you lean into him, feeling the pull like an irresistible magnet. He gulps and you kiss. At first it’s soft, delicate, but then as he pulls away you pull lightly on his bottom lip with your teeth. 

His eyes are hooded with lust and you know that yours are too. “Better?” He says close to your ear. 

“Just a little more,” you kiss him again and this time it is deep and harsh, trying to steal each other's breaths. Abruptly breaking apart he drags you out of the bar and calls for his car to pull round.

His truck comes and you climb in. You frantically text Evlyn to tell her you’re good. The windows are all down and your hair is flying everywhere. Your skirt flies up and you try to cover it up as you see him side eye you. No fuck it. You think rebelliously, I’m going to fuck this guy and it’s decided. You slowly shimmy down your panties and throw them to the back. His knuckles go white from how hard he’s holding onto the steering wheel. You move your hand over your clit and start panting as you build yourself up, in front of him. He shifts trying to hide his growing hardness. A raspy sigh comes out of you. You open your legs wider so that he can see you better. 

“Fuck," he breathes out not being able to remove his eyes from you. You take one of his hands and bring it to your pussy. He groans as you guide him, you sink into the car seat in satisfaction. The engine stops. "Come here," he lifts you effortlessly, placing you on his lap, with his cock in-between your legs. He kisses you like a famished man, forcing you to forget everything. He eats up your moans as you grind into him reaching for more. His finger painfully digs into your ass. 

You yelp loudly as you both jolt backwards. He laughs as you place a hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. "It's just the car seat recliner darling," you laugh too. He starts kissing your neck and taking off your clothes. Gripping his hair you remove his lips from you, you open the door and get out. Naked in heels you beckon him to follow you. For a 6 '10 he looks like a puppy stepping out of the truck and following you. His arms wrap sweetly around you, whilst kissing him your hand works on his pants. There’s a desperacy in your movements, that if you don’t do it now with all you’ve got you’d lose the ability. As you spread the pre-cum making him slick ready for you. He holds himself tight trying not to lose it, as you tease him. The look on his face, the neediness, the want to make you his knees weak. He hooks the back of your legs and you straddle him. He feels unbearably large as he positions himself in your entrance. You inhale deeply bracing from him as you enter you. Your nails claw into his tattooed shoulders, knowing it's going to mark. He doesn’t mind, he embraces the pain.

Watching you as you struggle to stretch around him. “You’re so tight,” he gasps looking down. “You’re taking it so good, breathe for me,” he encourages as you sink all the way down. You feel his arms flex as he lifts you back, taunting you as he drags himself out. “Just like that good girl,” he starts picking up the pace. Your tits bounce in his face and he bites one harshly, making you hold onto him more. You throw your head back and feel the euphoria wash over you. “Fuck me König yes,” you moan hold his head to your tits as he bites and marks you all over. 

His dick throbs in you, as he pumps in and out of you. “When you say it like that you make me feel like a king,” he breathes out, colliding with your lips. Stealing any oxygen as he thrust faster and harder into you. “Hold onto me,” he sits you down on the hood of his truck. You lay down feeling the warm engine tingle your skin. Both his arms on either side of you, you can’t see any cars driving by on the main road. You keep hold of him, as he fucks you. Like fucks you so hard you start seeing fireworks. “I’m going to-” 

He works at your clit as he continues to absolutely obliterate you. “Come for me y/n.” You clench around him, as your body explodes with what your ex was never able to give to you. “Good girl just like that,” he praises and you feel it coming again. It does even more than the first as you shake uncontrollably. "Let me show you, your future." He steadines your hips and slams into you. One. two. Three. Four times with all the strength he has. You get off on the vision of him losing all control over you, as he too comes to his orgasm. Gently he kisses your forehead. “Have you forgotten?”

Caught off guard you ask, “What?”

“I’ll take that as the greatest compliment, here take this,” he hands you a sweater from his truck. 

“Thank you,” you say not only for the sweater but for making you feel the confidence you’d lost a long time ago.

“Waffles?”

“Yes please,” you smile and you both drive off.

[rkmeiqi]

[ NOTIFICATION ] VLIVE JUNE 5TH, 2020 @ 11:03PM

Surprise LIVE! AND*ROMA : 춤추자! lets dance! 💎💃

the live starts with a view of one of nova’s practice rooms. meiqi shows up on screen shortly afterwards, waving for the fans and smiling brightly despite the bags under her eyes that show her obvious exhaustion. “hello, everyone!”

she keeps waving as she waits for more people to arrive. the numbers slowly go up and more comments start to fill up the chat, before she finally starts talking. “it’s me, meiqi! this is the first time i’m talking to you guys through vapp, right?” 

“where are the other members? i think they should be back at the dorms by now.” meiqi glances at the door that everyone disappeared through a while earlier. “i decided to stay back to talk to you guys and impress you with some dancing! i’ll wait a little longer though, so more of you can join.”

she answers random questions for a few minutes, things like what’s your favourite starbucks drink? (cotton candy frappuccino) and dogs or cats? (both). then, there’s a fan requesting drama recommendations, and meiqi can’t help but promote one of her best friends.

“have you guys watched revenge note 1? isn’t the actress for ho goohee so cool?” meiqi, herself, has been keeping up with the episodes as they come out, watching them before she falls asleep. “everyone, please support eclipse’s anna and watch the webdrama! i promise it’s good!”

meiqi leans in closer, squinting to read the comments. “are you and anna close? yes! me and yerim-ie went to school together and we still talk a lot.” as she speaks, meiqi unlocks her phone and scrolls through her photo album. finding a cute selfie of them, she turns the phone around to show it to the viewers. “this is from the time i went to visit her at a photoshoot for a chicken cf. security almost kicked me out because they thought i was a crazy fan!” 

she shows a few other pictures of her and yeri, some from high school and others from the rare times they were able to meet up. she also shows pictures of the food truck she had sent yeri on set of her webdrama, and the selfies with gourmet ice cream that she had received in turn.

after rambling about how much she loves her friend (and probably boring most of the viewers), meiqi remembers what she had initially promised she would do and quickly stands. “right! i said i was gonna dance for you guys. why didn’t you remind me?! you guys just let me go on and on about yeri!”

her laughter rings out as she disappears off camera to plug her phone into the speakers. meiqi presses play and then runs backwards as the first few notes begin to filter through the practice room’s speakers. she takes a few steps back to make sure her entire body is in the frame, and then she’s doing the infamous point dance of up and down.

she’s seen some idols get shy after attempting the dance, but meiqi doesn’t falter once. she’s in her element with this song, this concept. she knows the dance considerably well for someone who hasn’t formally practiced it. that’s not to say meiqi wasn’t blasting it around the dorms for a good week, singing into her toothbrush and dancing in her bed. 

she performs it up until the end of the first chorus, before approaching the camera once again with a proud grin. “what do you think?” she asks the viewers as she settles onto the floor again, tilting her head inquisitively. meiqi reads the comments as they come: as expected of meiqi! and jfkdjsjkdg QUEEN. she laughs loudly, basking in the compliments that come in every language. “ah, wait, what did you say? dance meiqi-ne? i like that!”

“are you an olympia? yes, i love luxe! i’ve been following them since they debuted!” meiqi clasps her hands in front of her chest dreamily as she thinks about her favourite group, and now her seniors in the industry. “they have really good music and i think they’re all so pretty! one time, i met ella—i think it was last year during the halloween party. we both dressed up as royalty and she approached me first! it was kind of embarrassing though because i was still technically a trainee and i kept stuttering… but she didn’t make fun of it even once. still, i hope she doesn’t remember that.” 

meiqi presses a hand to her forehead, embarrassed that she’s shared one of her weak moments. she’s still smiling, though, giggling even, because she holds the memory dear. 

she remembers that she’s doing a vlive and removes her hand so that the fans can get a proper look at her rosy cheeks, and so that she can keep reading the comments.

“what other groups do you like?” meiqi strokes her chin, pretending to think. “and*roma?” she chuckles at her own (poor) joke. truthfully, she doesn’t know if there are other groups that she’s really a fan of; she might like their music or know the members, but no one can compete with luxe. might as well promote herself—though it’s stupid, considering 99.9% of the people watching this live must be fans of the group already.

“show us more dance covers!!! wow, so you guys don’t wanna talk to me, huh?” she purses her lips to hide the teasing smile, but it doesn’t quite work when she reads the onslaught of incoming messages that protest and promise that they enjoy talking to her. 

to appease the fans, she pushes herself off the floor and dusts off her shorts. meiqi reaches for her phone and presses shuffle on the playlist she had prepared beforehand. it’s filled with the latest songs that she’s learned and a few older tracks that she likes.

she starts with she’z. to anyone who knows her personally, it might come as a surprise because meiqi has never been a fan of the group. their concept was always too cute for her liking, but their recent releases were right up her alley. unfortunately, she only knows the chorus for dumhdurum, so she fast-forwards the song until then, and starts dancing.

dolls by k.arma is next, another group that meiqi likes. the sophisticated sexiness of the song caught her attention almost immediately upon release. to a lesser extent than luxe’s songs, meiqi has replayed it many times, and after only a handful of times watching the dance, she had picked up on most of it. so, she performs from the beginning until the end of the chorus just as she had done with up and down.

she lets the rest of the song play at a lower volume as she returns to read comments. compliments, compliments, compliments. god, she really loves this. “so cool~ do you know any convex songs? yeah! one sec!”

meiqi searches through her music library and clicks on boom boom. she doesn’t know the choreography as well as the other songs she’s performed, but she thinks she can make it work anyways. besides, she knows the point dance exceptionally well, so she exaggerates that part with a laugh.

she’s having fun. after practicing high heels all of last month, a part of meiqi dreaded being in the practice room. she just associates it with a bad time now, but being able to dance freely to songs she actually likes is oddly liberating. and maybe she just enjoys being praised by faceless strangers who love her.

“oh! there’s also this new group,” meiqi starts once she’s completed the chorus. she taps on gorilla, and raises her voice to be heard over the music. “do you guys know de:code? i went to meet them backstage during promotions because i’ve known seonho since…” meiqi counts on her fingers, but it’s useless. “i actually don’t know. but it’s been a long time! he’s like a little brother to me, so i was shocked when he debuted with such a cool concept!”

cupping her hands around her mouth, meiqi shouts out, “a.c., i’m your biggest fan!” before launching into the chorus’s choreography. 

she’s been dancing so energetically for the past half an hour or so, that she’s finally broken a sweat. her breathing is irregular and heavy now, so she rushes to turn off the music. meiqi plops down in front of the camera, making an x with her arms. “no more dancing, guys! i’m so tired!”

catching her breath, she reads through more comments. “what about per_se? i’ll learn their dances properly and show you guys next time, okay? sorry everyone, and sorry to my seniors.” she presses her hands together and bows her head in an apology.

it’s getting late now, and meiqi really needs to return to the dorms. as much as she doesn’t want to leave, wants to continue talking to fans and dancing to her heart's content, she wasn’t lying about being tired.

“i think it’s time to go, everyone. no, don’t leave? what? you guys have to sleep too, you know! not just me!” she runs a hand through her hair, all oily from the sweat of a long day spent practicing. ugh, is it obvious to the fans that she really needs a shower? she sure hopes not.

“i promise we’ll see each other again soon,” she says earnestly. even if she doesn’t plan on going live again for a while (they’re far too busy right now), and*roma is preparing for a comeback. the fans may not know it, but she can assure them that it won’t be long until they’ll see her again. 

“goodnight, everyone!” just like she’d started the live, meiqi ends it with a wave and a smile. the manager confirms that it’s over before meiqi falls back onto the floor, letting the day’s exhaustion take over her body. “that was fun,” she says aloud, not listening to whatever the manager responds with. probably something about getting ready to go back to the dorms, or maybe scolding her for talking so much (has it really been over an hour since she went live?).

she hadn’t noticed so much time had passed, a stark difference to recent practices where all meiqi did was count down the hours, minutes, and seconds until they could leave.

it’s true, what they say. fans really do give you motivation.

[winetae]

hey! glad to see you back ❣️ apart from plums and melons are you working on anything else?

hi 🙋🏻‍♀️omg thank u for asking !!! maybe this will get my writing juices flowing.. rn i’m actively working on p&m pt 4. but when i’m not feeling it i do tend to write a bit for other fics !

i have like 3 others wips i juggle around but i haven’t made enough progress to post anything yet

- song of the dragon :: usurper!myg historical au :: i have roughly 8k so far but i keep going back and editing the plot 🥲 i like the idea but .. how should i say this. it’s a fic that sounds better in my head 😬 so this one has been on pause for a few weeks until i figure out how to give it CPR. metaphorically speaking

- blue moon ritual :: kim line uhhh idk how to describe this one w/o making it sound weird LOL basically. in this fictional kingdom, u get chosen to carry the next heir. i have almost 6k for it but 🥲 it’s nowhere near done. i still don’t know if i should add plot to it. ah i want to make it a series but looking at my track record that’s probably a very bad idea. so my goal is to write it all out then post it in parts.

- ok.. pls don’t sue me bc i started a new wip last week when literally no1 (including myself) asked for it 😬 but i’m writing it !!!!! it’s a tae fic !!!!! he’s so hard to write for (cries). ive always had wips for him but i’ve never been able to finish them. but this time !!! 🤞🏼also it’s a shifter fic !!! w that a/b/o shit n1 likes except me ! yes it’s super self indulgent but idc i’m ready to let that flag fly 🥴

[scuttle-buttle]

Chapter 2

WC: 1728

Rated: E

Chapter Tags: mentions of sexual themes, alcohol consumption, past relationships

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You and Laszlo had easily fallen back in your work routine during the first week back. His course load was almost identical to that of the previous semester, and so he didn't mandate that you come to classes like he had during the fall. Even so, you insisted on attending like usual.

Taking your seat at the back of the lecture hall you watched as he moved around the front while he spoke. You were supposed to be sorting through the information cards the students had filled out. Not much was actually getting done, as you were highly distracted. His right hand typically found home in his trouser pocket so as not to draw attention. But his left? You licked your lips. Of course you loved both of his hands, but with his favoring the left side you developed a certain affinity for the limb. Oh what his hand was capable of, you reminisced.

Your sigh must have been louder than you anticipated, as Laszlo’s eyes snapped in your direction. “Perhaps if you are bored you should keep your noises of displeasure to yourself,” he said with a quirk of his brow. His face held a look of annoyance, but his eyes told you otherwise. He knew exactly what you were thinking about based on the sound you made and it amused him to no end. You knew he meant nothing by the harsh statement. He did so to maintain his staunch reputation in front of the class.

Biting your lip you issued a “sorry, professor.” Even from across the room you could see the brief flicker of heat in his eyes at your 'apology'. To everyone else the encounter would probably leave them shitting themselves, but you knew better. Even a small success such as this was to be celebrated in your mind.

You had been hoping that you could push Laszlo to be a bit rougher with you sometimes. He would often restrain himself when you were intimate, but you had an inkling that underneath he was just itching to let go. By no means were you ever left unsatisfied, he made damn sure of that. You wanted to kick things up a notch; you wanted to see what he was capable of.

He cleared his throat. Picking up where he left off, he began “as you can see, within psychology there is no single truth. No one theory that can fully or definitively explain who we are, why we are, or what becomes of us. That is why we must always ask of ourselves the purpose of our nature and our choices. This term will be a glimpse of seeking answers to our questions. In the meantime - you have a quiz on Monday for the parts of the brain and their functions. Do not be late or come with excuses, I do not give makeups often, if ever. Have a nice weekend.”

With that the young underclassmen all shuffled out to go spend their weekend most likely partying, rather than studying. You really couldn’t blame them, as this section of Introductory Psychology was in the late afternoon. As an undergrad you would have probably done the same on a Friday night.

Both you and Laszlo packed up your things from your respective areas of the room. Once the last student was gone he called out to you. “Sara and John want to meet up this evening, would you like to accompany them or do you have plans?”

“Will you be there too, or are you too busy with paperwork and stuff?” He had been complaining of having a list to work through this week with some new documentation requirement the university put out on the professors. You trek down the stairs to meet him by the front desk.

“I think it would be odd of me to invite you out in the event that I would not be there myself,” he quips back. His hand comes to rest on your side.

You hum in response. “I feel like I haven’t seen you all week.”

He chuckles at you, “you’ve spent every day with me.”

“You know what I mean.” Peering around to ensure no one was present, you lean up to give him a quick kiss. “What time do they want us there?”

He checks his phone for the text from John. “In half an hour.”

“Then we better get going before he hogs all the pretzels,” you crack.

The two of you made your way from the university to the old pub a few blocks down the road. Students didn’t come here often, as it was geared towards the older and less rowdy crowd. It was perfect for the four of you though. You had even gotten on with the owner, Cyrus, and his niece Joanna, who often worked the bar.

You sat in the booth next to Laszlo; Sara and John opposite you. The first 45 minutes or so were spent going over the events of the past week back. Eventually, the conversation slowed.

“I think I should get us another round. What do you say?” Sara asked the table. You slid out from your side offering to give her a hand with collecting the new beverages. Laszlo watched as you walked alongside her to the bar, laughing at something Cyrus had said to you. You always looked so beautiful when you were laughing.

“So…” John began, getting his attention. Laszlo turned to face his friend. “I heard a rumor.”

“You know I don’t put credence into such things, out with it John.” Clearly whatever he wanted to discuss he didn’t wish to say in front of your presence. Despite his words Laszlo did have some trepidation about the upcoming conversation. Could it be about you? Maybe you two weren’t being delicate enough with keeping the relationship subtle?

John looks over to the bar where you and Sara are still procuring the drinks. “Karen is in town.”

He relaxed at the turn of events. “Ah, yes. She is guest lecturing at the university while she conducts research of some kind in the city.” Laszlo is matter-of-fact in his response.

John studies him for a minute. He looks concerned. “It’s been what, four years since you last saw her? Or have you seen her yet?”

“I have not. Why do you ask?” He brings the near empty glass to his lips to take a sip of the harsh liquid.

“Well, Laszlo, I just mean that you two were serious for a long time before you moved out here. In fact I had figured you would settle down with her. You left her in Austria to come here, after all,” he explains quietly.

Laszlo cocks his head in confusion. “I don’t see how that would be a concern. The dissolution of our relationship was mutual - she stayed in Vienna; I came to New York. We did not want the strain of attempting something long distance and we both came to the same conclusion on the matter. And it has been four years, John, as you so kindly reminded me. I have moved on and I am quite content now.” His tone was nonchalant.

He is happy. You were vibrant, and thoughtful, and he couldn’t say that he had felt this lighthearted in years. His years with Karen were wonderful, but in truth they didn’t compare to what he had now with you. For once he felt hopeful for what the future with you could bring. It wasn’t as strong a consideration with Karen.

John holds up his hands as if to defend his words. “I’m glad for that, truly. She’s wonderful for you and I can see that. I just worry that Karen’s presence might cause a resurgence of emotions or whatnot with you. Sara and I would hate to see things fall apart for the two of you after everything,” he gestures towards where you stand with her. “Are you going to tell her about Karen?”

Laszlo nods in understanding. “I appreciate the concern, John. But I assure you, I view Karen strictly in professional terms now. I look forward to hearing about her studies here as they could be illuminating for my courses.” He sees movement from you and Sara as you begin your return. “I do not see myself withholding information regarding my past with Karen, but I don’t know that I find it necessary to bring it up as of yet.” John’s nod is faint, as though he disagrees but isn't willing to say so. The conversation is cut short by you setting drinks on the table.

You all stay another hour at the bar. Laszlo’s thigh rests against you, his right hand atop your own leg. Occasionally you can feel the way his thumb lightly strokes you through your jeans. He makes it hard to pay attention to what Sara is saying to the group; little bolts of lightning shoot up your leg and to your core. When your legs clench Laszlo doesn’t seem to notice.

Aside from the growing arousal within you, the soft clink of the index finger of his left hand grabs your attention. A steady tap tap tap as he hits the side of his whisky glass. The movement brings you back to your thoughts during his lecture earlier, how the thick digits with their calloused tips drive you absolutely mad when they brush against your skin. You swallow.

This time Laszlo is aware of your state. His eyes shift to you from where he sits to your left. The two of you hadn’t had time or energy to be intimate since that night he took you to Delmonicos. The lack has taken its toll as you give him that look.

Abruptly Laszlo faces the others. “I would hate to cut our evening short, but I have more paperwork to fill out by Monday for the Dean. I would rather get it done so that I may enjoy my weekend. John, Sara.” He nods his farewell as he nudges for you to move out of the booth. You hold back your giggle at his insistent need to get home.

John looks slightly confused with the suddenness of your departure. A look of understanding comes over him with a whisper from a smirking Sara. With a wave the two of you leave into the cold January night.

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[idxjinhwan-blog]

hold your tongue.

interview prompt (9 / 9)

jinhwan sips his water slowly, taking extra care not to mess up his makeup. it’s not like it matters much at this point— his turn shooting for their album jacket is over, but they might always call him over for a few extra group shots. it was a pretty important shoot, after all, preparations for their japanese debut, and the company wanted it to be perfect.

that’s why, jinhwan assumes, they had managed to snag a little interview for the boys, each of them answering a standard set of questions about their careers leading up to their japanese promotions. koala.t was never one to waste time when xlnc was promoting, always cramming things together in order to take as little time as possible, so that meant the photoshoot and interview would happen at the same time. go through hair and make up, take some pictures, answer questions, then go home. like clockwork, systematic. they were already in full hair and makeup, why not knock both out with one swing?

it’s easier on jinhwan that way, too, not having to put on that charismatic front for so long. so he greets the interviewer politely, flashes a charming smile, and ploughs through it.

“so, jinhwan, as xlnc is preparing for their japanese debut, we were wondering about your thoughts on how far you’ve come? it’s been over three years now, right?”

“wow, three years already?” jinhwan comments with a laugh, leaning back a bit as if he’s shocked. it’s exaggerated, of course— jinhwan remembers those three years, those long, gruelling years of struggle without success in excruciating detail, but that’s not something he can exactly say. “it’s been great, really. i feel so lucky to have been able to experience these last three years with the members— and the fans, of course.” the fans, always remember the fans. “we could never have gotten anywhere without them.”

“but i’m not even close to being satisfied yet,” jinhwan adds, grinning at the interviewer. “xlnc still has a lot left to show that the fans haven’t seen yet. so i hope that we can keep being interesting and showing off new sides of ourselves for a long time.”

“of course, the fans are always the most important thing for any group! beyond the just fans, though, what sort of sides of xlnc do you want to show to the general public?”

jinhwan has to resist the urge to scoff. as if the general public would ever spare xlnc a second glance. but hums thoughtfully anyways, pretends to think for a second. “i want them to see us as artists,” he says. it’s surprisingly earnest, because it’s true. probably one of the few honest answers he can give in interviews, unfiltered and raw. “i want the public to see us as true artists, as singers and musicians who work hard, write their own songs and lyrics, play their own instruments, put on the best performance they can. i want them to see how much feeling we put into our work, all of us, because we really do work hard.”

“well, i’m sure they see that, jinhwan. there aren’t many bands like xlnc out there! is there something you want the public to know about you specifically? maybe something they don’t know already?”

well, there’s plenty of things the public didn’t know, that jinhwan is sure about. as for the things he wants the public to know, they were getting a bit few and far between, but jinhwan still has a few things up his sleeve. “i’m sure some of our most dedicated xl-ents know this already, but i lived in japan for a year when i was younger,” he says confidently. it’s relevant, clearly, considering the reason behind the interview in the first place. “my father is a pilot, so we moved there while he worked out of narita airport. i didn’t exactly keep it a secret, but i didn’t make it common knowledge either, so i’m sure there’s still a lot of people who don’t know that about me.”

“i’m sure your fans will find that very interesting! that should help with your upcoming japanese promotions, right?”

“well, i was ten when i lived there, so i’ve forgotten a lot of japanese,” jinhwan says with a laugh. what a stupid question. as if he’d remember anything from only a year living there, especially when he’s never had to use it since then. “but the knowledge of the culture will probably help a lot, yes.”

“so, going back to your career, we wanted to know what the most important moment of your career has been. i’m sure xlnc’s japanese debut will be a big moment for all of you, but has there been anything other than that?”

the wording irks jinhwan. ‘has there been anything?’ it seems like even the interviewer knows about xlnc’s lackluster success. he tries not to let it bother him— or at least, not let it show that he’s bothered— but if his smile gets a bit tense or strained at the question, well. he can’t exactly help it. “honestly, every day is a defining moment for me,” he says. what else is there to talk about? no music show wins, few special performances, few opportunities for xlnc, nothing special. just promotion after promotion, building up slowly, trudging through each day hoping the next would be better. “every time i get to perform on stage, spend time with the members working on our music, meet with our fans to get to know them, it’s a defining experience for me.”

“that’s very sweet, jinhwan. you really are a kind-hearted idol. with all of these important moments, do you think you’ve changed a lot since your debut?”

“oh definitely,” jinhwan answers with certainty. the list runs through jinhwan’s mind— more cynical, bitter, short-tempered, a drinker, sleeps around to forget his feelings. overall, a worse person. but what good came out of it? how could he spin this to look better? “i’m more outgoing, now, for sure. i didn’t have many friends from school, but being in the public and having to talk to new people on a day to day basis brought me out of my shell. i’d like to think i’m better for it now. and i made some amazing friends from it too, thankfully.”

“yes, we’ve seen a few posts about your friends through your instagram! they’re clearly very important to you and your career. how have they influenced you? would you say they’re the most important people to your career?”

jinhwan smiles at just the thought of his friends, warming him up inside even on such a long and tiring day. there’s few of them, at this point, but the ones he has, he keeps close. “they’re my biggest supports, really,” jinhwan says. maybe his voice gets a touch sweeter, a bit softer when he talks about them, but it’s a good amount— controlled, enough to satisfy his fans without giving too much away. “i couldn’t have made it here without them. but my biggest influence would have to be the other members.”

jinhwan softens his posture a bit more, smiling, shooting an extra glance over to where haneul was shooting his photos for added effect. “we live together, work together, do what we love together,” he says, playing things up a bit more. this is what people liked, right? when groups were friends? “without them, none of this would be possible. of course they’re the most influential to me.”

“of course, your bandmates are definitely important! it’s nice to see that the four of you are friends. have the members influenced your music at all? or have you influenced them?”

jinhwan pauses for a moment, tilts his head to make it think like he’s contemplating something deeply instead of grasping at straws. the only one other than himself with a defined musical style, not counting the one given to them by the company, was yeongshik, but jinhwan had always been set on his style. none of them had an ability to influence the others out of pure stubbornness alone, irregardless of the fact that none of them had the chance to sway anything, their style decided for them for the company. but that isn’t what the people want to hear, contrary to the image the company was pushing of them as artistic, self-producing idols. so, jinhwan lies. “we’ve all managed to blend our sounds together really well,” he says, in lieu of a direct answer. “some songs sound more my style, some sound more like yeongshik’s, and so on… but everyone’s input is in every song.”

“it’s no secret that you’ve been interested in doing some more variety gigs, and the public seems to think you’re quite good at it. have you ever thought of doing variety instead of singing? could you ever choose between the two?”

jinhwan wants to snicker. good at it, sure, but it wasn’t like the company let him show that much. besides, his variety skills only grew out of necessity, a survival instinct he clung to in order to get xlnc’s name out there, stop them from fading into obscurity. how could anyone be so naive as to think that music would ever be less important than that? “oh, music, definitely,” he answers, and for once, his tone and answer are genuine, not exaggerated in the slightest. “music is my life. i could never do anything else. i like doing variety, sure, and i’m glad people like me there, but music will always be my priority.”

“of course, clearly. as a musician, it makes sense that music would be the most important thing to you. what about the rest of your career? if you could go back and do it all again, would you do anything differently?”

the ‘yes’ is at the tip of jinhwan’s tongue. yes, i wouldn’t have joined koala.t over a bigger company. yes, i wouldn’t have joined a company at all, signed myself away to some corporate assholes that only care about money. yes, i would have moved to japan, because they seem to actually appreciate rock music there. yes, i never would have gotten involved with these pretentious industry assholes, would have stayed true to myself.

but that, like most other things, jinhwan can’t say. so he grins, charming as ever, and lies: “not a thing.”

[gokul2181]

Tanmay Srivastava, top run-scorer of India's 2008 U-19 WC winning team under Kohli, retires | Cricket News

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Tanmay Srivastava, top run-scorer of India's 2008 U-19 WC winning team under Kohli, retires | Cricket News

MUMBAI: Tanmay Srivastava, who top-scored for the India under-19 team which emerged triumphant in the 2008 Colts World Cup in Malaysia under Virat Kohli‘s captaincy, retired on Saturday at the age of 30. A left-handed opener, Srivastava had scored 262 runs in six games @52.40 in that tournament. In the final at Kuala Lumpur, he scored 46 – the highest score by any batsman on either side – as India edged out South Africa by 12 runs by the D/L method in a low-scoring game. He then played for Kings XI Punjab in the IPL, and became the leading run-getter for Uttar Pradesh in the 2008-09 first-class season. Last season, he replaced Unmukt Chand as the captain of the Uttarakhand team. In 90 first-class games, Srivastava scored 4918 runs at an average of 34.39, with 10 hundreds and 27 fifties. In List A cricket, he scored 1728 runs in 44 games@44.30, with seven hundreds and 10 fifties. “It’s time to bid adieu to my cricketing playing career! I’ve built memories, made friends, achieved the best I could in these years playing Junior Cricket, Ranji Trophy and most importantly being a good performer in U-19 World Cup,2008 and bringing the cup home with the team!!,” Srivastava tweeted on Saturday.

It’s time to bid adeu to my cricketing playing career! I’ve built memories, made friends, achieved the best I could… https://t.co/C3WqL8o1Vy

— Tanmay Srivastava (@srivastavtanmay) 1603532049000

In a detailed statement that he tweeted, Srivastava said: “I have decided to hang my boots and call it a day as I announce my retirement from all formats of domestic cricket. From now on, I will only play for my company ONGC. Cricket has given me all that I am today. It has given me life’s greatest lessons and some amazing mentors, coaches, teammates and friends. “I have had some very good memories on and off the field. As a child, when my father took me to the stadium, many a times I was injured and couldn’t play. He always told me that there will be many moments like these in life when you will face a fall. They must not make you weak but motivate you to come back stronger. “I was an 11-year-old when I joined the Green Park cricket hostel to focus on cricket, which was my only passion. At 13, I represented India under-15 and it was a dream come true when I wore the India jersey. Year 2008 was all about winning the U-19 World Cup, and memories about holding the national flag proudly still makes me go weak in my knees. I consider myself lucky to have played alongside and shared the dressing room with the greats of Indian and international cricket and I’m humbled at how, even today most of them are just a call away, sharing their experiences to help me learn. “UPCA has been my second home and I am very thankful to them for all the support they have given me over the last 18 years and are still continuing to do so. Sh Rajiv Shukla ji has been a constant source of blessings and support for all these years. I also want to extend my thanks to the Cricket Association of Uttarakhand (CAU) for giving me the opportunity to represent the state in the last season. “I would like to thank all the selectors, coaches, physios, trainers, management and support staff that have been a part of my cricket journey. A heartfelt gratitude to all my friends for believing in me when I was at my lowest. A special thanks to Paras Anand (of SG) for believing in me and truly standing by its motto of ‘believe, become’ and for supporting me with the best equipment throughout my career, irrespective of my ups and downs. “Throughout my career, my mom and dad have been my pillars of support and I thank them from the bottom of my heart. A special thanks to my family, extended family and friends who are family, for always being there for me. Last, but not the least, a warm thank you to my wife Reetika, who has not only supported me through thick and thin, but also given me the most blunt but right comments and advice that no one else could have.”

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Phòng kinh doanh bán ngoại giao chung cư gần Q Hoàng Mai, chỉ từ 1 tỉ căn 2PN. Hỗ trợ vay 70% GTCH

Chính thức tiếp nhận hồ sơ mua nhà ở xã hội IEC Residences Thanh Trì. Giá 15.8 tr/m2.

I. Vị trí chiến lược: Mặt đường Trần Thủ Độ, xã Tứ Hiệp, huyện Thanh Trì, thành phố Hà Nội. Kết nối giao thông với các trục đường chính như vành đai 3 và 3,5, cao tốc Hà Nội Ninh Bình, quốc lộ 1A chỉ 3 phút đi xe. II. Tổng quan dự án IEC Residences Thanh Trì: – Quy mô xây dựng: 3 tòa nhà cao tầng: CT1 (27 tầng), CT2 (23 tầng), CT3 (21 tầng). – Quy mô căn hộ: 933 căn nhà ở xã hội bán, 234 căn thuê. – Diện tích đa dạng: 53.5m2 – 64m2 – 70 m2 – 77m2. Thiết kế: 2 3 ngủ. WC + Phòng Khách + Bếp + logia. – Điểm nhấn căn hộ: Mang phong cách Singapore, tối đa hóa công năng sử dụng của từng phòng, và hướng sáng tự nhiên. – Chất lượng công trình: Chất lượng đảm bảo mọi tiêu chí kỹ thuật xây dựng do Bộ xây dựng ban hành. * Thời gian bàn giao dự kiến: Quý II /2021. III. Tiện ích tiện nghi, đồng bộ: – Với 3 tầng hầm đáp ứng đủ chỗ để xe cho cư dân tích hợp với 2 tầng Thương mại và 67 căn nhà liền kề hứa hẹn sẽ tạo ra một hệ thống trung tâm thương mại kinh doanh sầm uất. – Tiện ích giáo dục: Kết nối trường liên cấp quốc tế; Trường chuẩn quốc gia hệ cấp 1,2,3; trường đại học lớn tại Hà Nội. – Tiện ích y tế: Di chuyển đến BV đa khoa huyện và BV: Bạch Mai, Nhi TW, Nông Nghiệp, BV 103… Trong bán kính 5km. – Tiện ích dịch vụ: Siêu thị, Chợ, TTTM, công viên Yên Sở. – Tiện ích nội khu: Bể bơi ngoài trời 500m2, Công viên cây xanh, Hệ thống đường dạo bộ 10.000m2, Khu nhà trẻ mẫu giáo 999m2, dịch vụ, cafe, nhà hàng, spa, yoga, gym, hệ thống báo cháy nhập khẩu Nhật Bản. Chính sách bán hàng: – Ngân hàng Agribank hỗ trợ 70%. – Hình thức sở hữu: Sổ hồng vĩnh viễn. – Hình thức bàn giao: Sàn gạch, trần sơn, đèn, thiết bị WC. – Căn hộ trong mơ, mức giá trung bình: 15.8tr/m2. Liên hệ để được hỗ trợ: Quý khách được tư vấn điều kiện mua và hỗ trợ đầy đủ hồ sơ nhanh nhất. Chân thành cảm ơn quý khách hàng.

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Matrimonios 1728 (by/por linda v.)

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001 167795

002 OAH 2356 P1

003 91958

004 1615

005 OAH ROLLO 2356

006 SLATE

007 PRINCIPIO

008 Index-alphabetical order by first name

009 Index-

010 Index-

011 Alonso Hernandez & Catarina Gallardo /Jalostotitlan

014 Juan Miguel de Orosco & Escolastica Martin /Jalpa/Juchipila

020 Juan Antonio de Arrieta & Gertrudes Padilla /Lagos/Aguascalientes

026 Blas Brito de la Paz y Cortez & Francisca Lopez /Jalostotitlan

028 Bartolome de Loza & Clara de Loza /Tlaltenango

030 Bernardo Jose Barron & Andrea de Trevino /Queretaro/Rio Grande del Norte

039 Diego Rodriguez de la Cruz & Teodora de Avila /Zacatecas

050 Diego Diaz Trujeque & Ana Maria Gomez /Puebla/Saltillo

054 Diego Jimenez & Feliciana Ramon /Rio Grande del Norte/Monclova *tree desc img #59

064 Diego Rodriguez de Montemayor & Maria Ines de Trevino /Monterrey *tree desc img #65

070 Diego de Sosa & Nicolasa Ramirez /Panuco

084 Cristobal de Osuna y Cortez & Ma. Rosalia Flores y Valdez /Saltillo/Lagos *tree #84

091 Cristobal Valdez & juana de Pena /Lagos *tree desc img #91-92

099 Antonio Felix Ramon & Juana Gertrudes Flores /Boca de Leones/Teocaltiche *tree #99

105 Antonio Esteban de Villalon & Nicolasa de Avila /Saltillo *tree desc img #108

111 Antonio de Miranda & Josefa Carrillo /Real del Fresnillo

112 Antonio Yanes & Maria Guadalupe /San Luis Potosi/Zacatecas *tree desc img #118

121 Antonio Jorge de Urros & Maria Efigenia /Jalostotitlan/Charcas

123 Andres Diaz de Leon & Leonicia Duran Gutierrez /Sierra de Pinos

129 Antonio de la Garza & Gertrudes de la Garza /Monterrey *tree desc img #129

134 Antonio Fernandez & Maria Gertrudes de Huerta /Reinos de Castilla/Zacatecas

141 Apolinar Martinez & Manuela de Ornelas y Villasenor /Teocalitche/Tepusco *tree #143

151 Alonso Rodriguez (Saldivar) & Francisca Rodriguez /Monterrey *tree desc img #152

157 Agustin Sanchez Castellanos & Maria Varela /Jerez *tree desc img #159

166 Andres Ramos & Micaela de la Paz /Saltillo/Purificacion/Zacatecas

176 Agustin Respuela y Ana Bazan y Campos /Reinos de Castilla/Fresnillo

185 Felipe Anastacio & Petra de la Cruz /Sierra de Pinos

186 Basilio Perez & Juana de Huerta /Huejucar/Teocaltiche

189 Francisco de la Garza & Maria de la Garza /Monterrey *tree desc img #189

194 Francisco Javier de Uribe & Maria de Bermudez /Monterrey *tree desc img #194

199 Francisco Javier de la Garza Falcon & Francisca Gonzalez de Paredes /Boca de Leones *tree #199

205 Francisco Javier Trevino & Ana Maria Navarro /Monterrey *tree desc img #205

210 Francisco Munoz de Villalon & Maria Porrez Nunez de Villavisencio /Zacatecas

224 Francisco Reyna & Maria Florencia Cantu /Monterrey *tree desc img #224-225

229 Francisco Antonio Bernal & Maria Bernal del Castillo /Las Charcas

233 Francisco Morones & Francisca Javiera de Salazar /Boca de Leones *tree img #233

238 Dionicio Alvarez Moran Rivera & Gertrudes Manuela de Bolivar y Mena /Reinos de    Castilla/Zacatecas

246 Ignacio Guerra & Manuela Gutierrez /Monterrey *tree desc img #246

250 Francisco Garcia Tagle & Maria Manuela Ortiz /Reinos de Castilla/Vetagrande

256 Ignacio Gutierrez & Manuela Gutierrez /Monterrey

260 same as img #250 Francisco Garcia Tagle & Maria Manuela Ortiz

265 Francisco Ricardo Reynoso & Gertrudes Lopez /Jalostotitlan *tree desc img #269

278 Francisco Manuel de Anero Y Antonia Nunez /Aguascalientes

280 Francisco Javier de Villareal & Gregoria Gonzalez /Valle de Salinas *tree img #281

285 Francisco Ignacio de Larralde & Josefa Francisca Cantu /Reinos de Castilla/Monterrey

292 Juan Remigio de San Martin & Micaela Rodriguez de Oliver /Reinos de Castilla/Zacatecas

298 Francisco Ruiz de Santa y Ana & Ignacia de Cai Musquez /Rio Grande del Norte/Monterrey

310 Juan de Dios de Ornela & Feliciana de Ortega /Jalostotitlan

315 Juan Gil de Leyva & Jacinta de Aguirre /Saltillo *tree desc img #315

326 Juan de Acuna & Isabel Sanchez Castellanos /Jerez

332 Juan de Miranda & Juana de Olague /Jerez *tree desc img #334

339 Juan de Dios Lozano & Maria Antonia de Burgos /Jalostotitlan/Cd de Mexico

344 Juan Manuel Gutierrez & Luisa de Luna /Juchipila

351 Juan Manuel de Silva & Juana de Alvarado /Jalpa

353 Juan Antonio de Nava & Ana Maria Moreno /Lagos

357 Juan de los Reyes & Lorenza Martina /Guachinango/Cocula

362 Jose Martinez & Maria Engracia del Carmen Diaz de Souza /Fresnillo

364 Jose Joaquin Gonzalez & Damiana Vazquez de Lara ?lagos/Jalostotitlan *tree img #364

377 Jose Mejia Rivera & Angela Faustina de Aguayo /Teocaltiche

384 Ignacio de Placencia & Maria de Robles /Jalpa/Juchipila

387 Juan Antonio de la Garza & Josefa Farias /Monclova *tree desc img #387

393 Juan Francisco Salinas & Maria de los Santos de Olivares /Cerralvo *tree img #393

397 Juan Antonio iaz de Tagle & Maria Josefa de Cosio Guerra /Reinos de Castilla/Zacatecas

408 Juan Delgado & Matiana de Contreras /Pinos *tree desc img #408

418 Ignacio de Sayabedra & Maria de Loza /Jalostotitlan *tree desc img #418

421 Gregorio de Zumalde y Gertrudes Ruiz de Escamilla /Reinos de Castilla/Zacatecas

433 Jose Manuel de Anda & Maria Gonzalez /Jalostotitlan *tree desc img #433

439 Jose Sanchez Navarro & Antonia Jimenez /Saltillo *tree desc img #439

450 Jose Antonio Fernandez de Ceballos & Isabel maria Ramon /Reinos de Castilla/Boca de Leones

455 Jose Antonio Guerra & Maria Gertrudes de la Garza /Monterrey *tree desc img #455

460 Jose Anastacio Garcia de las Alas & Josefa Gertrudes de Quixas y Escalante /Reinos de           Castilla/Zacatecas

475 Jose Buruaga Saenz & Maria Bazan y Campa /Reinos de Castilla/Fresnillo

482 Jose de Celaya & Juana Josefa de Escovedo /Reinos de Castilla/Fresnillo

489 Jose Joaquin Lozano & Ana Lozano/Jalostotitlan *tree desc img #492

494 Jose Gutierrez & Tomasa Flores /Monterrey *tree desc img #494

500 Jose Cervantes & Nicolasa de Anda /Aguascalientes/Jalos *tree desc img #500

504 Jose Luis Garcia & Antonia de la Garza /Monterrey *tree desc img #504

510 Jacinto de Moscoso y Sandoval & Josefa de Jauregui /Nochistlan *tree desc img #511

517 Jacinto de Villareal & Micaela de la Garza /Monterrey *tree desc img #518

522 Joaquin de Aguirre & Maria Rosa de Carbajal /Saltillo *tree desc img #525

533 Joaquin de Zepeda & Josefa Flores de Abrego /Saltillo *tree desc img #533

539 Luis de Beltran & Maria Teresa Lopez de Nava /Jalpa/Aguascalientes *tree img #547

547 Luis Moreno de Ortega & Mariana de Alcala y Mendoza /Lagos *tree desc img #547

560 Lorenzo Vazquez de Mercado & Micaela Castro /Fresnillo

562 Santiago de Cespedes & Ines Lorenza Lopez /Cedros *tree desc img #564

569 Vicente Ferrel de Vela & Margarita de Chavez /Jerez/Tlaltenango *tree descimg #575

580 Lazaro Gonzalez & Lucia Margarita Garcia /Fresnillo *tree desc img #580

590 Lucas Castanon de la Rosa & Juliana Maria /Michoacan

592 Miguel Salinas &  Maria Matilde de Olivares /Cerralvo *tree desc img #592

596 Miguel Gonzalez & Efigenia de Contreras /Tlaltenango *tree desc img #596

600 Miguel Rodriguez & Rosa Teresa de Moya /Monterrey *tree desc img #601

605 Miguel Cantu de Villareal & Clara Cantu /Monterrey & tree desc img #606

610 Miguel de la Garza & Josefa Gonzalez /Monterrey *tree desc img #610

615 Miguel Diaz de Sandi & Teresa Macias Valadez /Teocaltiche *tree desc img #616

622 Manuel de Villareal & Ana Maria Banegas /Jalpa

624 Manuel Ugarte & Monica Diaz /Reinos de Castilla/Vetagrande/Asientos

631 Manuel de Villareal & Maria Gertrudes Rodriguez /Boca de Leones *tree img #631

633 CONTINUA EN EL ROLLO SIGUIENTE

634 ROLLO 2356 FIN

635 167996

636 OAH 2357 Parte 2

637 OAH ROLLO 2357

638 SLATE

639 CONTINUA DEL ROLLO ANTERIOR

640 Same as image #624 Manuel Ugarte & Monica Diaz /Reinos de Castilla

647 Same as image #631 Manuel de Villareal & Maria Gertrudes Rodriguez /Boca de Leones

654 Martin Perez & Maria Magdalena /Aguascalientes *tree desc img #654

657 Mateo de Laphita y Berri & Beatriz Fernandez Tijerina /Monterrey *tree img #658

662 Nicolas Garcia & Petra Rosalia de Salas /Zacatecas *tree desc img #662

672 Felipe Cantu & Rita Cantu /Monterrey *tree desc img #673

677 Simon de Oyarvides & Ana Maria de la Fuente /Saltillo *tree desc img #677-678

684 Felipe Santiago de Orta y Cuellar & Andrea Catalina de Miranda /Jerez *tree #686

690 Felipe Calvillo & Teresa Munoz de Hermosillo /Aguascalientes *tree desc img #690

698 Pedro de Almandos & Maria Leal /Monterrey/Cerralvo/Charcas *tree desc img #699

702 Rodrigo de Aguilar y Cordoba & Jacinta de Aguirre /Reinos de Castilla/Zacatecas

708 Rodrigo de Olivares & Josefa Veloz /Lagos

711 Rodrigo Macias & Juana Dominga /Aguascalientes *tree desc img #711

713 Ramon Robalcaba & Maria de Alva y Bocanegra /Aguascalientes/Teocaltiche *tree #714

719 Rafael Hernandez & Margarita Maria Gaona /San Pablo de Labradores

730 FIN

731 END OF ROLL

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Phòng kinh doanh bán ngoại giao chung cư gần Q Hoàng Mai, chỉ từ 1 tỉ căn 2PN. Hỗ trợ vay 70% GTCH

Chính thức tiếp nhận hồ sơ mua nhà ở xã hội IEC Residences Thanh Trì. Giá 15.8 tr/m2.

I. Vị trí chiến lược: Mặt đường Trần Thủ Độ, xã Tứ Hiệp, huyện Thanh Trì, thành phố Hà Nội. Kết nối giao thông với các trục đường chính như vành đai 3 và 3,5, cao tốc Hà Nội Ninh Bình, quốc lộ 1A chỉ 3 phút đi xe. II. Tổng quan dự án IEC Residences Thanh Trì: – Quy mô xây dựng: 3 tòa nhà cao tầng: CT1 (27 tầng), CT2 (23 tầng), CT3 (21 tầng). – Quy mô căn hộ: 933 căn nhà ở xã hội bán, 234 căn thuê. – Diện tích đa dạng: 53.5m2 – 64m2 – 70 m2 – 77m2. Thiết kế: 2 3 ngủ. WC + Phòng Khách + Bếp + logia. – Điểm nhấn căn hộ: Mang phong cách Singapore, tối đa hóa công năng sử dụng của từng phòng, và hướng sáng tự nhiên. – Chất lượng công trình: Chất lượng đảm bảo mọi tiêu chí kỹ thuật xây dựng do Bộ xây dựng ban hành. * Thời gian bàn giao dự kiến: Quý II /2021. III. Tiện ích tiện nghi, đồng bộ: – Với 3 tầng hầm đáp ứng đủ chỗ để xe cho cư dân tích hợp với 2 tầng Thương mại và 67 căn nhà liền kề hứa hẹn sẽ tạo ra một hệ thống trung tâm thương mại kinh doanh sầm uất. – Tiện ích giáo dục: Kết nối trường liên cấp quốc tế; Trường chuẩn quốc gia hệ cấp 1,2,3; trường đại học lớn tại Hà Nội. – Tiện ích y tế: Di chuyển đến BV đa khoa huyện và BV: Bạch Mai, Nhi TW, Nông Nghiệp, BV 103… Trong bán kính 5km. – Tiện ích dịch vụ: Siêu thị, Chợ, TTTM, công viên Yên Sở. – Tiện ích nội khu: Bể bơi ngoài trời 500m2, Công viên cây xanh, Hệ thống đường dạo bộ 10.000m2, Khu nhà trẻ mẫu giáo 999m2, dịch vụ, cafe, nhà hàng, spa, yoga, gym, hệ thống báo cháy nhập khẩu Nhật Bản. Chính sách bán hàng: – Ngân hàng Agribank hỗ trợ 70%. – Hình thức sở hữu: Sổ hồng vĩnh viễn. – Hình thức bàn giao: Sàn gạch, trần sơn, đèn, thiết bị WC. – Căn hộ trong mơ, mức giá trung bình: 15.8tr/m2. Liên hệ để được hỗ trợ: Quý khách được tư vấn điều kiện mua và hỗ trợ đầy đủ hồ sơ nhanh nhất. Chân thành cảm ơn quý khách hàng.

Điện thoại:

Bài viết Phòng kinh doanh bán ngoại giao chung cư gần Q Hoàng Mai, chỉ từ 1 tỉ căn 2PN. Hỗ trợ vay 70% GTCH đã xuất hiện đầu tiên vào ngày Mua bán nhà đất Hà Nội.

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