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I love how sweet Raiden and Birdie are. He just wants to do whatever he can to make her happy. He’s so much like his dad in wanting to buy her pretty sparkly things and tell her how much he loves her. He’s a tiny hopeless romantic, just like his mama. Birdie is the sweetest dreamer, and what little girl doesn’t love a play house and a babydoll to call all her own. She’s still got all the sass we expect from her and is content to let Raiden love and chase her while she gets to play house with her little ember cove. 🥹🥰
They're just the most precious angels, but things aren't always smooth sailing with these two. He'll be in love with her forever, and she isn't as passionate about it as him, but her do quite like him...
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Kiss You on the Cheek
Summary: Raiden and Birdie Mae break up
Pairings: Raiden X Story, Birdie Mae X Arleigh
Rating: 🥺😫
Warnings: none, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 1.5K
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Story questions why it’s too quiet when the boys came home from school. Archer had already came to give her a hug and kiss, sitting in the kitchen to do his homework with her, while the other boys had said their heys, running upstairs.
Her usual rowdy stomping boy Raiden had not given her a hug. Had not let her squish his cheeks, and had not animatedly told her about his days. “Archie, where’s Rai man?”
Archie looks up at his mom laughing, trying to stop himself, before he’s laughing again. Story tilts her hip to the side, “Archer Harlan Baizen you better tell me what’s so funny, and what’s wrong with my baby.”
“He…I think maybe you should go talk to him. Kindergarten was rough for him today.”
Story gives him a scolding look before kissing the top of his head, and walking into the living room to see her baby boy arms crossed over his chest with an exaggerated pout of his face. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Raiden Car…”
“Do not call me that name ever again,” he looks up at the ceiling and blinks his eyes a bit. “They just won’t come out anymore.”
“What won’t come out?”
“The tears, mama! The tears. They’re all gone and can’t come out anymore. And I…I’m heartbroken so bad. My little heart just hurts. And…she kept the baby,” Story nods her head finally understanding.
Without speaking a word, she sits on the couch beside him. With a single sigh he crawls into his mom’s lap, laying his head on her bump. “It hurts.”
“Your heart?”
“Yes, deep in my chest. It hurts. And…and she told me she couldn’t talk to me anymore when I told her to please not do this.”
“I’m assuming you didn’t take it well?”
He tilts his head back to look at her, and turns his nose up in disdain.
“Does this look like I took it well?”
“Buddy, you want to start from the beginning? Mama is good with broken hearts. Ask Otto and Zephyr.”
Raiden takes in a deep breath, exhaling quickly. Those Carter Baizen puppy dog eyes look up at her and start getting glossy, and that bottom lip puckers out, and his head shakes. “I can’t. It’s horrible.”
“We can go to Mimi and Papa’s for dessert. I’m sure his magic sprinkles will make my big boy feel better,” she tickles at his belly a bit, but he pushes her hand away.
Lifting his shirt up, he pats his belly. “You wanting me to rub the belly?” responding by nodding his head, she gives him a nose kiss, pushing back his curls before slowly rubbing on his belly. “Does this make it better.”
“Uh huh,” he breathes in deeply, and looks up at his mom, “She told me she didn’t want to be with me like that. That her daddy said she can’t get married and she doesn’t want to right now. So now what am I going to do?”
“Right now, Raiden.”
“But Beau said…”
“Maybe,” Story gives her son the biggest smile she can. Still rubbing over his belly. With the other hand she cups his cheek. “Maybe you’re too much for our sweet Birdie Mae.”
“I’m a Drysdale.”
“She doesn’t have any Drysdale. Not everyone is as dramatic as us Drysdale’s. But don’t change who you are. Maybe it’s time for you and Birdie Mae to be friends. Just friends. No more kissing behind the slide or swings. No more chasing her and telling her if you catch her she has to marry you. Just chase her.”
“What do I get?”
She moves to petting his curls again remembering when her oldest Otto was this little. Wishing time could slow down with her babies. Especially since he was her baby boy. “You get to have fun. And in time, should she want to marry her, she will.”
“You wanted daddy to marry you, and he did.”
“Because he wanted to marry me, too. It’s not fun being in a one sided relationship, bubba. Both people need to want to be there. Or want to be romantic. Want to be friends. You know?”
“So…” he pauses thinking about all his mom was telling him. “One day, Birdie Mae will want to marry me.”
“Maybe.”
“You said, yes or no. That’s not yes or no.”
“I say that when it can be answered with a yes or no. Like do you want ice cream? Emotions are difficult. Sometimes people’s emotions change, and that’s okay. Change can be beautiful. It can be sad, or scary, or exciting. But, that’s up to Birdie Mae. You’ve made it clear your emotions. And maybe, in time, if you don’t pester her, she will want to play house again. You understand?”
“Kinda. So…tomorrow she’ll play with me?”
“Raiden, I’m not Birdie Mae. I don’t know. Did something happen?” before she’s even finishing the sentence his head shakes back and forth rapidly. “Raiden Carter Baizen. You better tell me what happened or I’m calling Arleigh right now.”
“Mama, no! I don’t want to talk about it. Please don’t call Bunny! Please! I promise I won’t do it again. Mama,” he pouts up at her, begging again.
“Then you talk to me. If you did something to Birdie Mae.”
“But I didn’t mean to!”
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“Birdie Mae,” Arleigh peaks her head into her daughter’s bedroom who holds onto that baby. “Baby what’s wrong.”
“I did it.”
“Did what?” Arleigh goes to sit beside her daughter, and wraps an arm around her. “Dovey, what did you do?”
“I broke up with him. Even though, I don’t remember when that happened. But I don’t want to see him. He…well…”
“Baby, do I need to call Story?”
“No…it’s…he embarrassed me. I can’t forgive him,” she takes a deep breath and Arleigh waits patiently on her daughter to gather her thoughts. Birdie Mae is unable to think of how to tell her mom.
“I should start from the beginning.”
“That’s probably best.”
“Well, we always play tag. And…he jokes that when he catches me, we’ll get married. Sometimes, but he usually just says it to me. But everyone knows,” her Beau Adler green eyes look up at her mom, and she sighs.
“Today…someone dared him to kiss me when he caught me. He said no. But when he caught me…mama they pushed him to my lips and everyone laughed, and I cried, and they laughed again, and Raiden tried to tell me something but it’s his fault.”
“I thought you two kissed behind the slide.”
“Mama!” Birdie Mae yelps at her. “This was a different kiss. This was a real one.”
“How was this real?”
The little girl looks back at her baby doll, and taps on Ember’s lips. “Behind the slide he kissed my forehead and I kissed his cheek. This time…he kissed my lips.”
“Dovey, it sounds like he didn’t want to kiss you there either. If someone pushed him…it was an accident.”
“He’s the reason they say that though. He tells me he’ll marry me when we’re thirty. But now he kissed me so we have to get married. And I don’t want to be a Baizen. I like being an Adler. Don’t make me marry him. I’ll lie and say we didn’t touch our lips. Mama please!” her words mesh together, and it’s just nonsensical.
“Baby,” Arleigh coos down at her. Lifting her daughter up to sit in her lap trying to soothe her. “There’s more to getting married than kissing. You don’t have to marry him because you touched lips.”
“But daddy said…”
“Your dad was trying to scare you. I hate that your classmates did that to you. But it seems that Raiden didn’t like it either. Should I call Story and Carter?” Birdie Mae only cries harder burying her face in her mom’s chest. “Oh, Dovey girl. I know it’s embarrassing.”
“He’s my friend. I don’t want to not play with him.”
“You don’t have to.”
“We broke up.”
“Then,” she pushes her sweet daughter back to look at her face. Using her hands to wipe the tears off her angelic freckled face. “You can just be friends now. No kissing. Play house if you want, but just be like everything before.”
“So I don’t have to take care of Ember all by myself?”
“No, baby. Mama can help too. But you and Raiden should just have fun. We don’t have to talk about a future. The kissing showed you that your not ready for such a relationship, huh?” pouting at her mom she nods her head. “Okay, let’s go pick some strawberries, I made shortcake earlier. And tonight you and daddy can make a mess with the whipped cream.”
“Mama,” Birdie Mae gazes at her mom with such fondness, her tiny little finger starts dotting over her mom’s freckles, and Arleigh scrunches up her nose. “I love you.”
“I love you, too sweet girl. I love my Dovey girl so much! Can I kiss you on the cheek now?”
“Yes ma’am.”
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might go a little insane and talk about the concept of gods and the pronouns used for them for the sake of our understandings.. maybe
#orb rambles#LISTEN. i am dying over exile i promise#and i KNOW i still havent gotten to the asks i said i would#but look#its not my fault :(#i am just. deranged about a few Too Many Things rn to make any single post about only One of them#(see: the DA/Captain of WKM/ISWM. Savathun. the Sapphire Star in MHW. the topic of this post)#(see also: Luna's Little Traveler AU. my sorely neglected HASO worldbuilding i havent finished a post about. TFE's timeline.)#(see also also: Head Engineer (ISWM) and Saint-14 and their bootstrap/grandfather(?) paradoxes. the vultures outside???)#my brain is having a 10x bass-boosted rave. help#also ended up with the semi-conclusion of: god is agender? agender ppl are gods? unclear.#i am actively loosing my mind and its only getting worse.#i make no promises but. send an ask about any of them? maybe? it might help??#i have a draft about TFE Crow and the whole 'Hero of the Story' problem. maybe someone give me a lil shove to talk about that???#(i am so sorry content box. ive failed to keep up with the group chat again. but i will BURST if i get anymore brainrot hhhhhhh)
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hey guys!! it's been awhile since we talked huh??
pls send in any and all chat to the inbox!
thanks y'all!!
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ALL FOR A BET ⸝ ˚⋆
pairing: choi soobin x fem!reader
featuring — the rest of txt, yunjin & sakura from le sserafim, jake & sunghoon from enhypen
genre: smau + written, non!idol au, college au, angst, slight unrequited love, fluff, eventual smut
synopsis: choi soobin has always been the popular kid surrounded by his popular friends. you... not so much. one night, soobin and his friends make bet that soobin can't get you to date him in a month. unfortunately for you, you're a hopeless romantic.
warnings: swearing, some bullying, drinking/alcohol, sexual innuendos, lots of love confessions, at some point soobin gets on his knees and begs, some blackmailing, lots of fighting (check chapters for warnings!)
status: complete┊schedule: thurdays, sundays, whenever
started: 12/16/23┊ended: 2/22/24
taglist: closed.
note: inspired by pink in the night by mitski (more of the general vibes than an actual inspiration)
profiles. the romantics┊the it group
00. prologue ⸝ ˚⋆ 01. oh “dear diary” ⸝ ˚⋆ 02. at 6pm tomorrow ⸝ ˚⋆ 03. spongebob character headass ⸝ ˚⋆ 04. tainted ⸝ ˚⋆ 05. white girl wasted!!!! ⸝ ˚⋆ 06. ghosting ⸝ ˚⋆ 07. wtf is your issue? ⸝ ˚⋆ 08. empty ⸝ ˚⋆ 09. more than anything ⸝ ˚⋆ 10. my beautiful y/n ⸝ ˚⋆ 11. coolest kidz on da block! ⸝ ˚⋆ 12. can you fight?? ⸝ ˚⋆ 13. heart eyes ⸝ ˚⋆ 14. analyzed ⸝ ˚⋆ 15. pink in the night ⸝ ˚⋆ 16. i’ve hacked the system ⸝ ˚⋆ 17. sighs loudly ⸝ ˚⋆ 18. in the clouds ⸝ ˚⋆ 19. backup plan ⸝ ˚⋆ 20. icarus ⸝ ˚⋆ 21. half alive ⸝ ˚⋆ 22. safe space ⸝ ˚⋆ 23. spontaneous movie night ⸝ ˚⋆ 24. the beating heart ⸝ ˚⋆ 25. operation: get him back ⸝ ˚⋆ 26. cmon carrie underwood! ⸝ ˚⋆ 27. the elevator ⸝ ˚⋆ 28. i was right ⸝ ˚⋆ 29. a serious chat ⸝ ˚⋆ 30. it’s not love ⸝ ˚⋆ 31. we are so back!!! ⸝ ˚⋆ 32. just ask and i’ll show you ⸝ ˚⋆ 33. cornered me ⸝ ˚⋆ 34. get a room ⸝ ˚⋆ 35. at 6pm tomorrow (reprise) ⸝ ˚⋆
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#📼 — ALL FOR A BET ⸝ ˚⋆#txt x reader#txt smau#txt#txt social media au#txt scenarios#txt imagines#choi soobin x reader#choi soobin smau#soobin x reader#soobin#soobin x y/n#txt soobin#kpop social media au#kpop imagines#kpop scenarios#kpop smau#kpop#txt beomgyu#txt huening kai#txt yeonjun#txt taehyun#le sserafim yunjin#le sserafim sakura#enhypen jake sim#enhypen sunghoon#tomorrow x together#tomorrow x together social media au#tomorrow x together imagines#kpop x reader
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LIVE FILM AU : MINI COMIC — “Da~mie”
short explanation and notes: live film au is based off of this chinese quick transmigration trope ; characters are thrown into several worlds where they have to act/fight with a live chat ( making it a great all-in-one au for my adhd to fester in ) this will be updated with chat’s reaction to this scene when i make up my mind with the ui ;u;
i’m also thinking of adding people’s comments to this post as a cameo for chat! lemme know if you guys are interested.
this strip is less yandere and is more of a test but we’ll have more insanity soon u.u
#hns.art🎨#reminder that reader looks however you’d like this is just my interpretation#live film au#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere imagine#yandere fic#yandere core#yandere art#batfam#batfam x reader#yandere batfam#damian wayne#damian wayne x reader#yandere damian wayne#yandere damian wayne x reader#robin#robin x reader#yandere robin#yandere robin x reader
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Luffy/Luffy’s gf- insta au
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yourusername his & hers
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theegreatcaptainusopp dream team
nami can’t believe you two went shopping without me
↳yourusername we ate lunch and then got sidetracked SORRY
trafalgar.d.law siblings or dating
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piratekingluffy we cute we cute
↳doctor.tony.chopper Agreed!
↳nicorobin I second this
↳blacklegsanji I THIRD THIS. Y/N you are so damn GORGEOUS 🧎♂️🧎♂️🧎♂️
↳roronoa_zoro here he go...
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piratekingluffy plotting world domination
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fire_fist_ace da boy 😤
yourusername pic woulda been cooler if you were on a higher building 🥱
theecaptainusopp the god complex was kinda my thing but alr
nami I just know there’s not a thought behind those eyes
↳piratekingluffy wait you can’t even see my eyes
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sabooo fucking legend
fraaaankyyy He’s locked in fr 🫡🫡
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yourusername If you ever wanted to know what luffy looked like in japan, here it is
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piratekingluffy Whew! I was wondering what i looked like in japan 😁
theegreatcaptainusopp The New World looks different here
roronoa_zoro how much you wanna bet you get replaced by that stuffed animal?
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piratekingluffy find me outside camping
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yourusername the best camper to ever camp
yourusername I had to carry this man on my back for a mile
↳theegreatcaptainusopp y’all are sooo unserious
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trafalgar.d.law what’s with the twig?
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#one piece#one piece luffy#instagram concept#insta au#one piece insta au#luffy x reader#monkey d. luffy#luffy x y/n#luffy x you#one piece scenario
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[DBS AU] Sento Saiyan Therapies **LONG POST AHEAD**
Therapies are typically thinner or patchy-coat female Sentos who usually wear purple garbs. They're the "Oozaru Damage Control" squad basically. They're tasked with keeping most of the peace in the communities.
(From screen-left to right)
-Neira (@furipasart's Sento OC) Aromatherapy Item Merchant, shop-keeper
-Mira (mee-ra), Oozaru Control
-Aida (aye-da), Oozaru Control
-Toiya (toy-ya), Oozaru Control
-Ponge (pon-gi), Oozaru Control (Focal Pointer)
The whole premise is "therapy" and keeping the peace. They're aware there's Blutz-wave energy on the planet's atmosphere that can trigger their Oozaru transformation with the catalyst being their strong negative emotions.
When a Sento experiences intense emotions of hate or depression and it triggers their Oozaru forms, Therapies are dispatched to calm them down back to base form. In worst case scenario, the chain reaction of transformations could lead to them inadvertently destroying the planet.
Two Therapies are stationed on each side of the Oozaru's ears and emit a vocal sound that'll hypnotize it while the Focal Point Therapie prompts it to follow her into the springs so they can better handle it from there. Head-pats, scritches, leaf-fanning. A bit of pamper to your oversized murder monke, yeah?
They also do other mundane tasks such as massage therapy and community help. They're not the fighter types like Offense Troopers but they can act as informants if needed. Off-duty Therapies usually lounge around, soak, or small chat.
Therapies can turn into Oozarus themselves too BUT they're better trained to handle stressful situations and they abide by a mantra code of "Strong Resolve" which keeps them in check to handle the others, so they don't turn as easy under pressure.
Them being the reason why they're chill Saiyans because they themselves are technically the biggest threat on Sento with no other immediate high-level threats opposing that would prompt them to (want) to fight like U7 Saiyans do. Complete opposite side of the spectrum.
The Elders proposed this system to better keep the peace among the people given their known and active environmental stimulators.
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the mental image of James and Beau walking around the construction sites followed by a fleet of little boys in hard hats and tool belts just makes me absolutely giggle
Oh my goodness!! They always seem to have a pod of boys with them. They've got Zephyr, Thorne, Arlo, Oakley, and Briar. And these kids are ALL boy. They do not care to get dirty, in fact they find it hilarious to roll around in the dirt once they've got good and sweaty. Beau and James always have to hose them down, or let them play in any body of water, if possible. They can be quite a big help, and Zephyr being the oldest keeps them in line.
But just because Zephyr was the first babe to visit a jobsite...let's take a look into when he started going to work with Uncle James.
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Baby No More
Summary: Zephyr comes to work with James
Pairings: Beau X Zephyr
Rating: 🥺😂
Warnings: none, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 900
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A two-year-old Zephyr looks up at his uncle James with the biggest smile on his face. He sticks up a chubby hand, and grabs James’ in his own as they walk up the stairs of the build, and Beau stops in his tracks at the sight. “What is this?”
“I Z,” he giggles at the oddly tall man. Beau knows exactly who it is, and it makes Zephyr laugh even harder.
“James, what is this?” Beau adds again.
“He told you,” leaning down he picks up the little boy, and blows a few raspberries on his neck, “This is Zephyr, but we call him Z, remember?”
“Yep. I Z Baiz,” his blue eyes go wide as he looks at the big ceiling in this build. “Wowie. Wook it,” those chubby fingers point up at the chandelier.
“Uh uh, get rid of it.”
“Hey hey, this is my nephew. My buddy. My godson, and his mama’s baby.”
“I not. Archie is.”
“Right,” James agrees with him, looking and Beau he walks past him. “Z is a big boy now. Even pees…well he pees not in his diaper. He’s got to figure the toilet out and does better outside.”
“You can’t just bring babies here.”
“I not baby. I Z.”
“He’s not a baby. And Story had to take Archie to the doctor, Otto went with Carter to work, and her mom had things she needed to do. Iris had a case this morning. Aster had a meeting with Ransom…Lucy is somewhere. Blade is…where’s Blade?”
“I not know.”
“He um sure was busy. So that left me. Z and I have been working on names of tools. He’ll be fine. Story packed us a huge lunch. Which I’m going to get right now. Z, don’t move,” Zephyr freezes in place for a few seconds before he starts walking around.
“No no. Don’t move. Stay. Sit. Don’t.”
“I not dog,” Zephyr responds to him, giving him a odd look that makes Beau think of Story.
“You look like your mom.”
“I know. Daddy says,” Beau nods his head as James carries in the cooler food. “I need snacks,” the youngest boy on the crew digging around for a quick snack. “It’s chocite but it’s hums. What first?”
“What?” Beau asks, and the little boy holds up his snack. “Chocolate hummus. Got it.”
“Watch this,” James raises his eyebrows at Beau and looks back at Zephyr. “I need a hammer,” he looks around and holds his arms up in question when James points to where his tool box is. Beau is pleasantly surprised when. He fetches a hammer and puts it in James hand.
With a shrug of his shoulders, Beau realizes that Z is in fact here to stay. Giving a quick eye roll he goes back to finishing under the sink. Not even realizing Zephyr had walked up to him. Squatting down his curious self is looking into the cabinet. His round eyes look at everything, and he scoots even closer until he gets a good view of what Beau is doing.
“What doin?”
“Uh…something.”
“What thin?”
“Basic plumbing,” he grunts. Sitting up Beau looks at his tools too far away and then at the little boy who gives him a big grin. “How do I do this?”
“What?”
“Wrench?” Zephyr raises an eyebrow up at him. “Fetch wrench.”
“I not dog,” Zephyr giggles. Falling back to sit completely on his butt and he slaps at Beau’s leg. “I Z.”
“Would you get me a wrench?”
“Otay,” Beau can’t help but smile when he gets up by first and walks over to pick up a wrench. “Dis?”
“That’s the one, buddy,” Beau wasn’t expecting that to come out. Hadn’t planned to call him that. But when Zephyr trots back with the biggest smile, Beau lays back, tapping on his belly, “Here lay down, and you can see what I’m doing.”
Zephyr giggles again and lays down with him. Looking up to see what Beau sees.
“Dat?” he points up.
“That is a pipe. The uh water drains down this. And…”
“Goes bye bye.”
“Yeah. Just like that.”
When Arleigh came to bring some snacks to the boys she wasn’t expecting to see her boyfriend with a little toddler laying on him. Beau talking energetically and explaining whatever he was doing made Arleigh’s heart swell. “Well, who is this cutie?”
It isn’t until he sits up that she knows it’s Story’s little boy, “I Z. Know me,” she gives him as scrunchy nose smile, and Z just wiggles around. “Help, B.”
“Yeah,” Beau sits up, letting Zephyr slide down his front. “He’s been a pretty big help.”
“Told ya,” James looks at Beau smiling. “He knows his tools. Bun what cha got?”
“I uh, well it appears a queen took care of it, but I did bring some cookies.”
“Oh!” Zephyrs sits up and jumps up at Arleigh’s feet. “I like,” she scoops the little boy and Beau stands there shocked.
“I know that look,” James whispers watching Beau see Arleigh being so sweet with a toddler. The straps to his overalls falling off his shoulders, and he wanted to be like James and Beau and had no shirt on underneath.
“I pee. Go pee, right now!”
“Ahh, Bunny put the baby down. Z let’s go, hurry, hurry.”
“I not baby no more!”
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What Happens In New York... The Remix
In which Aaron & Sean’s bff meeting for the first time gets ✨reimagined✨ (essentially an AU with a different meet cute)
“Yo, Hotch!” The blonde popped his head around the corner to peek into the break room where you were perched on a stool and hunched over the table, tongue peeking out between your lips while you concentrated on the project laid out before you. “Come take a look at this.” You flipped your design around with a flourish and a quiet, “Ta da!,” revealing the name of the bar where you worked, The Edinburgh, in sprawling cursive writing with a shamrock dotting the “i”.
“Kid.” Sean clicked his teeth with a shake of his head before declaring, “Your talents are wasted here. This looks amazing!”
“We’re not that old,” you laughed. “Art school is still in the cards for me, don’t you worry your pretty head.”
“She thinks I’m pretty,” he cooed to no one in particular, then chucked your chin affectionately while you fought to grab a hold of his wrist before biting down on his hand.
“And you taste good, too,” you hummed. “Spill some Jameson on yourself?”
“Shut up and go man the bar, Y/L/N.” You shied away from Sean’s pinching fingers, then slung a towel over your shoulder and followed the din of patrons in the bar to your section. It was a relatively slow Wednesday night for a New York summer, but you weren’t bothered by the unhurried pace. In between serving craft beers and specialty mixed drinks, you busied yourself polishing the wood paneling along the cabinetry and ensuring all bottle labels were facing outward for ease of customer selection. With that task completed, you resigned yourself to peeling a lemon into artful shapes while you waited for another patron to approach your end of the bar.
“Penny for your thoughts?” A honeyed voice carried confidently over the steady drone of bar chats, and you looked up with a smile. Everything about the man before you screamed professional, from the dark locks swept off his forehead to his sharp suit and tie to the placement of his clasped hands on the bar with a thick silver watch adorning his left wrist. There was a certain stoicism about him that was undeniably intriguing, and you could sense a sadness behind the warmth in his chocolate brown eyes. A shot of adrenaline coursed through you as you held his gaze, and you wanted nothing more than for him to open up to you.
“He loves me not,” you joked, tossing the lemon rind that you were forming into a rose aside. Leaning on your elbows on the bar top, you tilted your head back and forth while studying him. “Scotch on the rocks?”
He breathed out a laugh and conceded, “I wasn’t planning on it, but that actually sounds great.”
“Got it in one,” you sang playfully, back turned while you poured the beverage. You could feel his intense gaze roving over your form, and you suppressed the shiver threatening to run down your spine. You placed a napkin down before him with a flourish, then presented his drink. “Now, how about a penny for your thoughts?”
He clicked his teeth and shook his head in a suspiciously familiar way before asserting, “Nobody wants to take a peek in here,” with a tap to his temple.
“I do,” you answered genuinely. “That’s why I love this job. You can tell me whatever’s on your mind, judgment free.” As you swept a stray ice cube off the bar, you tacked on, “Unless you tell me you’re a serial killer, of course. Then I think I’m obligated to report you, at least in most states.”
He leaned in conspiratorially and you met him halfway. “You’re a little too good at this,” he confided in a whisper.
You let out a mock gasp and questioned in an equally hushed tone, “So you are a serial killer?”
He shook his head with a small smile. “I hunt them.” The simple statement accompanied by the flash of defiance in his eyes sent a bolt of heat through your body that you didn’t care to unpack at this time. Instead, you directed the conversation back to him.
“Detective?”
“Agent.”
That sense of familiarity from earlier hit you like a ton of bricks. “Don’t tell me you’re big brother Hotchner.”
He laughed at the incredulous lilt to your statement and admitted, “Guilty as charged. So you know Sean, then?”
“More intimately than I care to admit on days that end in ‘y’,” you huffed through a smile.
“Girlfriend?”
“Best friend,” you corrected him pointedly, then carried on, “Roommate. Therapist. Personal chef. The list of my many talents goes on.” You offered him your hand to shake and formally introduced yourself, receiving a polite, “Aaron,” in response with a smile that stole the very breath from your lungs. His palm was surprisingly soft in opposition to his firm grip, and you reluctantly retracted your hand after a prolonged moment. “Can I tell you a secret?”
“Of course,” he answered seriously after a mouthful of scotch. “Brother-brother’s best friend slash roommate slash therapist slash other miscellaneous job title confidentiality is sacred.” You snorted out a laugh and immediately slapped a hand over your mouth at the ridiculous sound, covering it up with a poorly faked cough. Aaron, for his part, was kind enough to studiously avoid eye contact with you while he smiled down at the bar. “So that secret?” he prodded gently.
“You’re not nearly as boring as Sean makes you out to be.”
Aaron threw his head back in a laugh that warmed you from the inside out, and you committed the ebullient sound to memory, determined to hear it again.
A pinch at your side had you squealing out an indignant, “Hotch!” You noticed Aaron’s eyebrows raising at the nickname before you directed your attention (and a swatting of your towel) to the younger Hotchner brother, then pressed a kiss to his bearded cheek.
“I see you two have met,” Sean noted in a carefully measured tone, his hand resting possessively on your hip.
“We have,” Aaron answered just as evenly, raising his glass to his lips again as the temperature in the bar dropped several degrees.
“To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence, Aaron? Got a case in town, or did you just want to remind me I’m still not living up to the Hotchner name?” The genuine nature of your best friend’s question was poorly masked by his usual sarcastic cadence.
The brunette’s visage pulled into a frown for the first time since he entered the bar, and you immediately missed his easygoing smile. “He came to see me, dummy,” you asserted with an elbow to Sean’s side, breaking the tension as the brothers released a collective breath. “And blondie, we’re gonna have to work on your descriptive skills. You did not do your big brother justice.”
“And that,” you declare in the present, swiping an experimental coat of plum-colored nail polish over your daughter’s thumbnail before shaking your head with a frown and grabbing the remover, “is how your badass mom singlehandedly saved the integrity of the Hotchner family. The power of humor!”
“Sounds like the power of flirting,” your mini-me counters with a wicked grin reminiscent of her beloved uncle while you hunt through the basket of mani/pedi essentials for a more suitable shade.
“Nah,” your husband further contests from his spot on the couch, head buried in a case file and reading glasses dangerously close to sliding off the bridge of his nose. “Your mom wasn’t a great flirt. She would just snort-laugh at my jokes until I figured out she liked me.”
“You mean this twerp inherited that from Mom?” Jack lovingly ruffles his little sister’s hair on his way back from the kitchen and she barks at him in response, unable to retaliate physically while you’re working on her hands. “You’re so fucking weird sometimes.”
“Watch your fucking language,” you admonish your seventeen-year-old. “Is this purple better?”
Aaron and your kids look up for precisely one second before answering in unison. “Too light.”
“Y’all are a pain in my ass,” you declare with a grumble, giving up on shuffling through the bottles of lacquer in favor of upturning the entire basket on the living room floor.
Your husband stands with a groan and comes over to press a kiss to your forehead, then your daughter’s, before placing Purple with a Purpose in your awaiting palm. “That’s what you get for singlehandedly saving the integrity of the Hotchner family.”
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[A/N: Y'all seemed to really enjoy What Happens In New York, so I thought exploring a different meeting would be fun :) I think we can all agree that CM did the Hotchner brothers dirty so I shall continue to live in my world where they amend their relationship as adults thank u very much]
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So. Y’all know that newer fic I made where Obi-Wan and Dooku get deaged and it makes Dooku light again cause it took away the insanity that being in the dark caused?
Yeah so I wasn’t gonna say anything cause this is a plot point all it’s own. But. It’s evolved so let’s chat a moment.
Ventress hears about Dooku getting deaged and it at first sends her into a rage, but then a spiraling depression.
The ghost of master Ky Narec shows up and begs her not to do anything rash. She’s crying and full of grief after losing TWO masters now and sorta just… wanders off to the planet where they got deaged… and ends up deaged herself.
But. In the process her master’s ghost is still there begging her not to do this because she’ll be just a little girl with no one there to take care of her.
And that grief ends up making him follow her all the way and. Ends up. Alive. Again. As young as he was when he first met Asajj.
But the difference is. He was a ghost. And therefore, different, he still has ALL his memories now. Being dead, watching his little girl fall, watching his bestie (in this AU it’s got a reason) take over her training and taint her further.
And now he’s looking into little five year old baby girl Asajj’s big eyes and just unable to do anything but absolutely fold to those confused eyes. Asajj is upset at all the changes but dada is still there and now he’s cuddling her and kissing her head like he does when they encounter something dangerous and walking them off to the nearest squadron of clones that were supposed to guard the deaging anomaly.
Anyways, they get back to the temple, Ky is upset and depressed, but Dooku is there and Ky has Some Words for him mostly threats that if Dooku drags their baby into the dark again he’ll neuter him, but yeah.
Now they’re platonically life partner raising Asajj who’s still baffled at it all but she’s got her da and even another da who just showed up and already has a bond with her! What luck she has, to be a happy healthy baby girl with two loving parents and getting cuddles! Wow!
Anyways. This all happens several months after the actual fic started, and so Asajj has been spiraling a while and yes I made myself tear up at giving her two loving dads.
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Melody of a Muse
disclaimer *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ angst, eventual mature content, crude humour, strong language, typos, grammatical errors, cliché moments
genre *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ drama, romance, Band AU, Reverse Harem
a/n *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ because I think I could take all four of ‘em. Tho I seriously need to come up with a better title than that lame ass one I’m currently using (I’m accepting suggestions)
╰ ┈➤ Chapter List
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Chapter One
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"It's ya girl Irris. How's everyone feeling today ?" The blonde girl chirped infront of the camera as she subconsciously adjusted a lock of hair in front of her face. As soon as she logged in, comments flooded into her chat. She glanced at the numbers on her neon screen and smiled, satisfied with the viewership. She started her stream with usual one sided small talk and usual pleasantries. Her hand reached out to adjust the light source to directly focus on her face. Y/N, or as she went by online - Irris, noticed that she might've applied a bit too much highlighter that gleamed under the pastel purple monochromatic light. But of course that didn't bother the fans one bit , in fact they probably felt that she looked like a fairy. Despite how burdening it might have felt sometimes, Y/N was used to public attention and enjoyed it thoroughly.
" Today is a very special day. A day worth celebrating.", the girl beamed and the comments seemed to pour in rapidly. Fans just grew more curious by the second as to what she was going to announce. Y/N skimmed through the comments suggesting the most bizarre things, from relationship announcements to pregnancies to switching career paths. The wild guesses earned a chuckle out of the blonde woman.
"No no it's none of that but first - " she started with her hand disappearing from the audience's line of view. The woman took her sweet-sweet time in retrieving the items she prepared for her stream. The reactions of the impatient and curious crowd never failed to fascinate her.
"Ta-da" she smiled as she produced a bottle of strawberry champagne and a wine glass. A wine glass ? What for ? asked the audience.
"I have some good news and awesome news. Which one first ?" She winked playfully at the camera. She could almost hear her fans the excitement of her fans resonating from the chat.
" So good news first. My contract with Abssosque Entertainment is up so I'm officially free and the awesome news is ..." she trailed off as if waiting for imaginary drum roll ,"I got an offer from Teyvat Entertainment and I'll be a part of the Teyvat Family soon !" On hearing this the chat went nuts.
Irrisisluv : YASSSSKEHAKD QUEEN PURR💅💅✨
Nyako7 : The queen finally getting the treatment she deserves (๑>◡<๑)
Kai00 : SLAYYYYY
Irrissimp : Now that our goddess is out . Time to burn that shit down. Get the gasoline boys.
Gangstagurl23 : CONGRATSSSSS BAE
Icantstoptwinkling : * insert Dobby voice* Mother is free .
Irrissteponme : Irris lookin fine as fuck like Excuse me? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry.
Princessmurderkill : Ahakdhabskalja I can finally die in peace .
Mikosslut : Yaemiko x Irris when ?
Kaeyaismyreligion : OMGGGGHAJHSKA YASS YAEMIKO X IRRIS IS A NEED . MOMMYx2
Childessluttywaist : Those Teyvat bitches better treat our goddess the way she deserves or else imma commit a felony.
" Yes yes I know. I'm excited too. I wonder what Teyvat Ent. has in store for me. But I know that I am going to thoroughly enjoy my time there for a fact." After replying to a few more comments and addressing some questions, she poured herself a glass and champagne and did a cheered a toast towards the camera. Drinking on stream was a big no-no but she thought that it could be excused just this once.
" Hey Y/N have you seen my -" she heard her door creak open and saw her brother, Dainsleif. " Oh I didn't realise that you were on a stream. I'll come back later." He quickly apologised and turned to leave
" No no Dain. Wait. We were just celebrating. Come sit" She patted her hand on the couch and smiled encouragingly. Dainsleif paused for a moment and then walked in and took his spot next to her. " Hello guys" he started awkwardly, somewhat unfamiliar with streaming.
However Y/N smile dropped when she saw her chat. The excitement and bubbling joy of her fans had turned into ruthless and horrible hate comments. She bit the inside of her cheek till she tasted blood. Her brother noticed how the atmosphere changed and her sister's sunny disposition turned gloomy. " I should go. I have work anyway ." He said with a melancholic smile. Y/N looked up and nodded wordlessly. She knew that resisting would only look her brother look bad. She wanted to say how the people are wrong about their perception of her brother, how he wasn't the one at fault, how all of this was so unfair. But she couldn't.
Celebrities can't do that. They can't be angry, sad or even frustrated. God forbid they exhibit any other emotion apart from unfaltering happiness. However there wasn't anything she could do about it, there was no way to change the way people thought. So as much as she disliked it, she just accepted it as her fate and went with the flow - switching her brain off and putting on her practiced and perfectly curated selling smile. It left a bad taste in her mouth but that's what people liked so who was she to complain .
" Anyways people. Let's not dampen the mood." She clapped her hands and continued as if nothing happened. After the 'celebration', she continued with her usual stream content. And as she kept talking, the chat gradually regained its joyous fervour. About an hour's worth of streaming, she said her goodbyes and wrapped up her stream.
" Fucking finally" Y/N got up and stretched. " You done ?" She heard her brother's voice from the living room. She walked into the living room and saw him lounging on the couch, watching some hallmark romance film. " What tells ?" She plopped down and cuddled into the fluffy blanket on the couch. "You never cuss on camera", he stated in a manner of explanation and she scoffed ," You know 'cause I got manners and shit ." She spoke in a tone she never used on camera. On air, her voice was always atleast a couple octaves higher than her real voice.
Her brother chuckled at the stark difference between Irris and Y/N, consequently earning a smack from her. Y/N titled her head onto her brother's shoulder and said in a somewhat melancholic tone " I'm going to miss this."
" Me too"
" Can't you come with me ?" She sprang up and looked at him pleadingly. Her brother just groaned wearily," You know I can't. I made a promise." A promise. Right. With the person who got him in the mess he was. Y/N was bitter that her brother cared about that person enough for basically ruin his career. But deep down she knew that it wasn't the person that caused him to do it, it was his own sense of morality. She sometimes really hated how righteous her brother could be. She looked around the room and saw all the cardboard boxes labelled with her stuff. Her brother would have been able to leave that god awful company and come with her, had that promise not held him back.
" Whatever"
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With the final riff of Diluc's guitar and the bang of the drums , the lead singer hit his last note . Kaeya and Childe whooped at the crowd and they cheered back . The members waved at their audience as their leader Zhongli , better known as Morax , delivered the ending thank you message. The arena was filled with applause and chants of their names . Kaeya tapped his mic and began speaking," And as promised." He looked to Diluc who rolled his eyes at his brother's antics but nonetheless took his guitar pick, kissed it and tossed it into the crowd. All of them left their spots and stood at the edge of the stage in frenzy to catch it. " Everyone thank you for coming ."
" We are DCKZ !"
And with the final cheer, the stage fell dark. The members hurried backstage and were instantly flocked by staff, offering them water bottles, towels and what not. " Man I'm beat." Childe, the main rapper, huffed. "Me too" Kaeya hummed in agreement.
"Today's show was stunning. Good work everyone." Albedo, their manager, clapped his hand together and offered them an encouraging smile. "Bedooooooo-" Childe whined and tried to engulf the shorter blonde man in a bear hug but was pulled back by Diluc grabbing the back of his collar. " Go shower first you sweaty piece of shit"
"Right back 'atcha Luc" he scowled and shook Diluc’s hand off. Albedo let out a small sigh which sounded somewhat like a tired laugh and waited for them to settle everything amongst themselves. He was way too used to this by now.
After everyone was done with showering and a change of fresh clothes, Albedo waited for them in their van parked backstage. The drive was started with the usual - Zhongli trying to catch some rest with his head leaned back against the seat. Kaeya and Childe bickering about something and jointly annoying Diluc, who in turn snapped at them.
Childe's phone chimed with an app notification and his eyes widened. "Everybody hush !" He commanded loudly , waking up Zhongli in the process.
" Wha-" Zhongli mumbled in a daze. Kaeya peeked over the main rapper's shoulder and saw what he was watching ," Simp" is all he said. Diluc raised his eyebrow in questioning. He acted like he didn't like the drama but deep down he really enjoyed it. Especially considering that his deepest darkest secret was that he often rented a hotel room to go and watch every episode of 'Keeping up with the Shogun' so that no one finds out and teases him about it.
" It's some YouTuber he follows. Irris, is it ?" Zhongli guessed and the ginger nodded wordlessly without looking up from the screen.
" What's so special about her ?" Diluc scoffed. According to him, all YouTubers and influencers were the same - pretty faces with zero substance and a bad case of celebrity complex. And in his defence, he had never come across anyone who disputed his belief so he had no reason to believe that she would be any different either. He saw influencers as pretentious, vain, overpaid salespeople and the word invoked images of reality celebrity, artifice, undeserved riches, wastefulness and textbook narcissism . And Childe liking her made her all the more repulsive to Diluc.
" Don't you dare disrespect my waifu !" Childe barked defensively, causing Diluc to merely roll his eyes and look away. Kaeya turned to Childe and grabbed his shoulders," Hey buddy we've talked about this. You can't wife random women you've never met . Hmm ?" He cooed as if talking to a five year old though given his behaviour he might as well be one. " She's not random ! She's Irris ! And plus I've met her at a YouTube seminar once" Childe protested, cradling his phone closer to his chest almost as if his phone were Irris and he was protecting her from his fellow band members.
" Everyone please just calm down." The three turned their attention to their leader who had visibly grown tired of their bickering. " Whatever I bet she's just as fake as the others" Diluc muttered to himself and sunk further back into his seat , not wanting to debate the topic any further. " What did you just say you emo fatherless edgelord motherf-" The youngest fumed as looked like he was ready to pounce on the red head any second.
" I believe -" the four were interjected by their Manager's voice from the driver's seat. He had been listening to them much like he often did, however he never felt the need to intervene in their conversations. So naturally, everyone was surprised at Albedo's words. " - it's unfair to built a prejudiced perception of her on your previous understanding of influencers and Tartaglia's liking. Additionally, her job entails multiple facets such as modelling, streaming, hosting variety shows apart from just being an influencer and she also so happens to be a proficient dancer. So I think it's best you research a bit more and form a more educated opinion."
He's totally a hardcore stan. The thought resonated in band members' minds in unison.
They silently agreed to not discuss the topic further in fear of offending their manager. Albedo, though younger than all of them, held respect in everyone's eyes. He was a skilled worker who had gotten them out of numerous potential scandals and becoming victims of the cancel culture. He was someone who did his job a little so diligently that Childe sometimes questioned if he even had a social life at this point. But Kaeya and Diluc knew that he was going out with a sales manager from their company and regularly babysat his colleague's daughter. Heavens know where he gets the time for that.
"Diluc -" Childe looked up from the screen with a look of sheer surprise and glee. " What ?" Diluc asked annoyed.
" Can you please tell Jean that I love her ?"
" What the fuck -" And before Diluc could react further Childe added ," Irris is coming to Teyvat"
" HUH ?!"
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Regulus x Reader - Date Night (Modern AU)
A/N - This is a trans!regulus (afab) chapter!! Though much of my writing is queer, writing characters that are trans specifically is new for me as I am not trans myself, so please feel free to slide into my messages and let me know if there is anything that feels harmful/incorrect. I know many people in this fandom adore the trans!regulus headcannon, which is why I wanted to hop on and try to write a chapter of my own (I couldn't resist, he's just so hot)! It also must be said that I will not be tolerating ANY transphobia in this comment section, ALL hateful comments will be immediately deleted.
Content Warnings/Kinks: hickeys, hair pulling, choking, praise kink, light degradation, face slapping, daddy kink, oral sex (cunnilingus and a blowjob), light gagging, use of sex toys, penetrative sex (strap-on)
Date Night
Yes, Y/n knew that Regulus was hot, and yes, she knew he wanted to sleep with her based on the messages they'd exchanged on the dating app that they'd matched on. If anything, she had been genuinely surprised when he had actually asked her out on a date first instead of just inviting her over to his flat. In fact, throughout their date, which had 'ended' just mere minutes ago, they had engaged in totally pleasant chit-chat, Regulus proving himself to be quite the gentleman.
All that seemed to be out the window, however, as he currently had her pinned up against the grimy brick wall of the alley with his hands gripping her waist and hers pulling at his perfectly messy curls. The alleyway was murky and, as it was already quite late at night, dark too. Deliciously-scented smoke billowed out of the Chinese restaurant's vents and water dripped from the exposed pipes.
"Regulus" Y/n whimpered, out of breath as his salivating mouth made its way south to the crook of her neck, likely leaving a small mark.
"My place." he breathed, pausing for only a second, "Let's go."
"Okay," she agreed, ridiculously pleased with the direction the night was taking.
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His mouth was on her the second her back hit the mattress, kissing her like his life depended on it, making her moan in satisfaction. He tugged at the bottom of her shirt, grinning when he successfully removed it from her body, leaving her breasts exposed to him.
"Beautiful" he murmured, a cold hand tracing down from her neck to her belly button, making her shiver.
She slipped hers down slightly as they reconnected, kissing with passion, only for a hand to reach out and stop her before she could even reach his belt buckle.
"I—" he paused, taking a breath as she waited patiently, "There's something I need to tell you before we sleep together"
"Oh, we can use a condom if you want, it's no problem" she smiled, her hair mussed and fluffy.
"No, it's not that" he replied with a secret smile of his own, "I'm trans"
"Okay, that's great"
"I—you think that's great?" he seemed slightly bewildered by this.
"I suppose I do. It's great that you told me, thank you by the way, but it doesn't change anything for me is all I mean..." she blushed, "I just want to sleep with you really, quite urgently actually"
"Well, that can definitely be arranged" he smirked.
And with that, they were back to it. He pulled her jeans off, quickly followed by her panties. She pressed up against his chest, kissing down his neck as she removed his grey tee and pants in return. After their clothes were discarded all over the floor, Y/n's senses felt heightened. She found that everything was turning her on, Regulus' mouth grazing across her cheek and down her neck, the sight of his handsome body before her, even the scent of his heady cologne.
"Fuck" she murmured.
They pressed together, him getting rougher by the second, biting at her jaw and her attempting to stifle the moans that threatened to spill from her lips the more he teased her. Regulus then pushed her down, dragging her with one smooth pull to the edge of his bed. He spread her legs, hunger in his darkened, green eyes as he took in the sight of her dripping wet cunt.
"You're sure?" He questioned.
The sight of Regulus waiting patiently between her legs broke her restraint, if she'd even had any to begin with, "Yes, please"
The first flick of his tongue was godly, causing Y/n to promptly moan for him.
"Your tongue, Regulus, fuck your tongue" she cried out with a hiss, gripping her hands in his hair instantly for stability's sake, making him chuckle cool breath onto her cunt. He continued, licking languidly upwards from her hole before slowly making his way up to her clit.
"That feel good baby?" He snarked, making her release a disbelieving huff.
"You know it does" she shot back.
His hands massaged the outsides of her warm thighs, bedroom eyes set on her and only her, "Yeah, but I still like to hear you say it in that whiney little voice for me"
"I like it" she blushed, giving him what she knew he wanted.
"That's better" he replied before returning to her.
With one more lick, Regulus proceeded softly, carefully yet with such a deliciously perfect amount of pressure it made Y/n see stars. He was clearly experienced and she knew he knew it considering his immense cockiness which, of course, only made him even hotter to Y/n than he already was before.
As he continued, his tongue flicking and his mouth sucking, he really was teasing her, pushing her to her limit. Each lick seemed to have a purpose, he'd poke at one spot around her clit for a while before switching it up and tasting her needy hole, leaving her wanting more with every second that passed. But, never once did he take his amazing mouth off of her.
She looked down at him, taking in the lust of his gaze, the lust she realized was for her and only her in that moment. Fuck, this man was too much. Too good at eating pussy, too sexy, too everything. He sped up the pace of his tongue, making her arch her back, almost curving at an unnatural angle.
"I fucking hate you" she cursed him through gritted teeth as his lips formed a suction around her clit, making her shudder.
He stopped for only a second only for her to beg, incredulous, "Don't stop!"
Hesitantly, he reconnected to her, making her release a broken sound again, somewhere between a whimper and a groan, "'Makes me so fucking mad how good you are at that..."
Finally understanding, he broke away from her to grin and shake his head before the licking continued. His strong hands gripped the outsides of her thighs, supporting her shaking limbs as he pleased her until she burst.
"Fuck!" She cried out as her cunt pulsed, the orgasm overwhelming her body, making her gush with cum.
He continued, licking at that perfect spot, flicking it over and over until the intensity subsided and she was left a boneless mess on his bed.
"Fuck, I need to feel how wet you are" he groaned, reaching a hand down, completely turned on by her moans and arched back, "Soaking wet baby. Shit, you're so fucking wet for me. Do you think you can take a cock in that perfect little cunt of yours?"
"Mmm," she murmured, blissfully consenting as Regulus went over to his bedside drawer, pulling out a simple black strap-on. He put it on, making quick work of the complicated process.
"C'mere" she ordered lightly when he returned, sinking to her knees before him, placing gentle hands on each of his thighs.
"You want to suck me off?"
"Is that alright?" She returned his question with one of her own.
"Fuck" he groaned, tilting his face to the ceiling, as if in disbelief, "Yeah, yeah I want that baby. I want to see you suck it for me"
Y/n spat onto the tip, swirling her tongue around its head, never once breaking away from Regulus' intense gaze. His eyes pierced her, intently watching every action as she began to lick slowly up and down his shaft.
Her hand slid further up his leg, curving inward toward the space between his thighs.
"Can I touch you too?" she asked, wide doll eyes enticing him.
"Yes, fuck yes baby" he replied, his voice becoming breathier the more he watched her tease his strap with her pretty mouth.
He groaned, biting down on his pouty lip, as she reached between his thighs. She gathered some of the wetness that was coating his entrance, smearing her fingers in it. His eyes widened as she took her now wet digits and spread his slick all over the shaft of his strap. She then began to really suck on it, shoving it as far as she could into her obedient mouth, bobbing up and down, moaning at the taste. The sight was almost too much for Regulus, let alone the feeling of Y/n sliding her delicate fingers across the area that was most sensitive for him. He bucked his hips, overcome by the feeling, making Y/n gag.
"Such a pretty girl on your knees, playing with me while you take my cock so deep in your pretty little mouth" he praised, "Keep going baby, show me how much you want it"
She moaned onto the plastic again, bobbing up, taking in how it was now covered with a mix of his delicious slick and her spit before going down on him again. Her fingers swirled around and around his clit as she sucked up and down his cock. She sped up, taking as much of him as she could, proving just how much she wanted him to fuck her. As she continued, things got messier, salvia coating the plastic and Regulus' wetness covering her fast fingers.
"Are you still wet for me baby? Are you dripping down onto my floor?" she gagged on his cock in response as he continued breathily, "Yeah, I bet your slick is just spread all over your pretty cunt right now, getting so wet and ready for me to fuck you"
She gagged and gagged, the way Regulus' cock was hitting the back of her throat making her eyes roll back in pleasure. He might love the sight of her sucking him off but she was sure she loved doing it more.
"Fuck" he growled as he approached his orgasm, "Keep gagging baby, yeah, keep touching me"
She obeyed, flicking at his sensitivity with two fingers, swirling around it until he burst, never once taking her mouth off of the massive strap.
When he'd finished, thighs shivering from his orgasm, Y/n came off of it, standing for a second before straddling him on the edge of the bed. "Fuck. Me. Now" she commanded, her eyes full of pure lust as she pushed his chest so that he was lying down with her on top of him, "...I need to feel it in me"
"So needy baby" he chuckled, still out of breath.
He caressed her thighs, her ass cheeks, every inch of warm skin, taking a second before they continued.
"Please Reg..."
"Put it in baby, yes, put it in" he ordered.
Regulus' jaw ticked as he watched her lower herself onto his cock. She was just as wet as he had thought, easily sliding all 8-inches inside her soaking, primed hole. She gasped, not because of the large size, or because of how he immediately started thrusting slowly up into her, but because of the way it fit so perfectly within her, as if their connecting was something the stars had foretold.
"Shit, you feel so good inside me" she moaned.
"I can see how wet you are baby" he groaned, gaze zeroed in on her cunt, "Fuck—fucking splashing all over this cock for me"
She ground down onto Regulus, taking the lead by bouncing her ass back and forth, hands pressed on his chest. Her thighs spread wider across him as she kept lowering herself, taking more and more as she rocked against him. She was so full, so thoroughly filled, it was hard to not cum right then and there.
"Fuck you feel so—ahh" she moaned, her nose scrunching as she rode him.
Y/n continued, bouncing up and down. The movement was tiring but so worth it. She'd moan, gasp, or groan, each time she sunk fully down onto him and shiver each time she came back up, her cunt gripping the length. But her pleasure wasn't the only reward, the sensual, feral way Regulus looked at her made her skin heat even more.
"Look at how well you're taking me..." he praised, his hands gripping her hair then, pulling harshly at the messy mass, forcing her back to arch, "Can you keep being a good little slut for me, baby?"
"Mm hm," she nodded, whimpering.
A harsh blow landed on her cheek, causing her to cry out in pain, "Use your words pretty girl, unless you want to be punished even more."
In the haze of the pleasure that she was feeling, her cheek still stinging, she vaguely considered continuing to disobey just so that he would in fact punish her again but decided against it at the last minute, instead trying something new that she thought might just please him even more...
"Yes Daddy," she mewled, her voice low and full of all that she was feeling.
Regulus groaned, instantly gripping her hips and thrusting more harshly up into her, matching her tempo and how she bounced down onto him. Her moans were loud as he fucked her and she fucked him, yet she had no feelings of shame, not then and definitely not when she moaned even louder as one of his hands circled her throat. Fuck, she thought, he truly was too good to be true.
"Grind down on me" he instructed, his hands gripped in the flesh of her ass, "Yes that's it. You like how that feels on your clit baby?"
She squirmed, gasping as her clit ran back and forth against the flat of his stomach. Y/n arched forward, chasing the feeling of her cunt rubbing against Regulus' skin. Her thighs were shaking, getting sorer by the second but Regulus held her up, gripping her ass with his long, nimble fingers, helping her to grind down onto him as he repeatedly pushed himself upward, meeting her every movement.
"You can do it baby" he groaned his encouragement, "You gonna cum for me? You gonna cum on my cock?"
"Yes, fuck Regulus, yes" she moaned back.
She ground herself down onto Regulus, angling herself so that her clit got attention and the cock was as deep as possible inside of her. Eventually, the feeling overcame her. She started to shake as his hips snapped against her ass cheeks.
"Yeah baby, cum for me" his eyes pierced her as he squeezed tighter on her throat, the tense pressure adding to the heat of the moment.
"Ahh—ah" her breath hitched, "Fuck, fuck"
He cupped her face, cradling her cheek as she shivered, "You're so pretty when you cum for me baby, so pretty"
She slowed, her grinding interrupted only by her own shivering waves of pleasure. The feeling continued to wash over her, even as she stilled. Regulus took over then, bouncing her slightly up and down on his cock and rubbing gentle circles around her clit. She threw her head back, exposing the column of her throat to him even more, shuddering when he attacked the sensitive skin with soft kisses.
"Yes," she breathed, her breath quickly turning to a gentle, tinkling laugh.
"What?" Regulus questioned, a smile playing at the edges of his lips.
"Did I tell you I hated you?"
"I believe you did"
She hid her face in her hands, "Well just know I don't really. I maybe just hate how you're somehow so good at everything."
"I don't know about everything"
"No. I've declared it so it must be true. Regulus Black is good at everything"
He chuckled at that, giving her a roguish smirk, "...Maybe I've just had a lot practice"
"Slut!" She joked, pushing gently at his shoulder.
"C'mon let's get you cleaned up...unless you want me to keep proving to you just how much of a slut I really am"
#oneshot#smut#fanfiction#fanfic#marauders#marauders x reader#marauders smut#regulus x reader smut#regulus x reader#regulus black#trans regulus#regulus arcturus black#trans regulus smut#modern au#modern marauders
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Outta Time
So @littlesmartart and I discovered that we both love Orville Peck, and I decided it might be nice to write Western Cowboy shit that isn't the Brokeback Mountain AU so here's this 😂 Inspired by Orville Peck's song 'Outta Time' from the album Bronco (Jess came up with the plot, I wrote it, and she's drawn art to go along with it for the visual that's directly inspired by the song [and that was all I had in mind for this before she came up with the plot lol]!)
--//--
It was, perhaps, foolishness on Meng Yao’s part to think that Huaisang was telling him nothing but the unvarnished truth when he’d invited him to head out West with him for a luxury vacation, set to last the entirety of their summer break.
“It’ll be like one of those fancy retreats silly rich people go on!” he’d insisted (as if he isn’t mind-bogglingly ridiculous and wealthier than Meng Yao could ever hope of being [considering he’s only just recently been forced to accept he’ll never see a single iota of his father’s support, emotionally or financially]). “Trust me!”
Mistake number 1 had been saying, “Alright A-Sang, I trust you.”
Mistake number 2 : being a man of his word.
Within a month of receiving Huaisang’s invitation, summer arrives with rolling peals of thunder heralding oppressive humidity and swarms of mosquitos. Meng Yao, a man of his word as stated, dutifully packs most of his belongings into a suitcase that weighs far less than the upper limit of the airline’s luggage weight restriction and navigates the pair of them through the airport with minimal stress, mainly thanks to not allowing Huaisang to be in charge of anything at all.
He chats with Huaisang on and off throughout their flight to keep himself distracted from the fact that he’s leaving behind everything he’s ever known to spend three months in the middle of bumfuck nowhere at his only friend’s brother's ranch, which Huaisang had only told him the full truth about yesterday, after it was already far too late to gracefully back out. Meng Yao’s promised luxury vacation destination is apparently in actuality a cattle ranch that Huaisang’s brother apparently runs mostly to keep himself in shape and avoid the stress of city life that had given him a heart attack at the ripe old age of 27 a few years back. (It is, by far, the weirdest ‘so I have this older brother’ story that Meng Yao has ever heard.)
“So this brother of yours –” Meng Yao finally caves and asks about an hour before final descent.
“Uh-huh?”
“He just…up and left New York. For Montana?”
“Yep,” Huaisang pops the ‘p’ and flicks to the next page in his magazine, unbothered, “After his heart attack he said he wanted to see some mountains and get some actual fresh air if he was just going to die soon anyway, it really dramatic and maudlin, which he never is, I was so proud. Only it turns out it was exactly what he needed to not die, so after a while he decided he would just stay out there for good. He bought the house and the land and some horses to give himself something to do besides stare at the sky all day, and then he was still kind of bored so he bought some cattle.”
Naturally. As one does.
“And now he’s…a cattle rancher. From New York City.”
Huaisang laughs and finally looks up from his magazine to smile at Meng Yao like ‘oh you sweet little thing’ in the way Meng Yao kind of hates, but Huaisang does it to everyone so he can’t really take too much offense.
“Yes, Yaoyao, you’ll understand when you meet him! Da-ge’s never really been a city guy, not like us. It suits him much better to be out here, especially since his best friend moved out here to help him out. Xichen-ge treats it like a meditation retreat but with a lot more mucking out stalls. He says even that part’s therapeutic, but I’m just going to take his word on that one, ‘cause ew.”
“Uh-huh.”
Huaisang leaves him to consider just what the hell he’s gotten himself into for the rest of the flight, and then they’re navigating their way (ridiculously easily) through the rinky-dink airport hardly bigger than a parking garage, the sky beyond the terminal windows blue blue blue where it stretches on forever in every direction.
“Da-ge!”
Meng Yao barely manages to snag Huaisang’s duffel when his friend flings it off his shoulder to go sprinting across the 3-carousel baggage claim, the fastest Meng Yao has ever seen him move. It’s a distinct relief that Meng Yao can use juggling their bags as an excuse to approach at a much more respectable pace; he needs the extra time to truly digest what he’s seeing.
Huaisang, as a former-model-turned-fasion-designer who happily calls himself a fruit at every opportunity, is one of the daintiest men Meng Yao has ever met. He’d even go so far as to call him a dandy, if pressed, and fully supports his friend’s decision to call himself every ‘emasculating’ label under the sun with obvious relish. He can’t deny that at least some of his confusion as to his best friend’s mysterious older brother’s chosen lifestyle stemmed from picturing someone like Huaisang, if perhaps a little taller.
He’s not confused anymore.
The man who catches Huaisang midair and swings him in a circle before setting him back on his feet would never be asked to grace the runways of New York — not because he isn’t beautiful enough to make Meng Yao’s fingers twitch for his camera to capture the way the sun cuts across his weather-tanned face, but because no one has ever heard of a fashion model who was roughly 6’7” and perhaps 300 pounds of solid, clearly functional muscle.
Huaisang’s brother towers over everyone else in the building that Meng Yao can see (and he can see most of them, re: rinky-dink airport in the middle of bumfuck Montana), and when he looks over the heads of the few people between Meng Yao and the exit their eyes lock instantly.
“A-Sang, be nicer to your friend,” Meng Yao can hear from here, a bass rumble that Does Things to his chest. “Go get your bag, don’t make your guest carry your shit or he’ll think I never taught you decent manners. Go on.”
Huaisang flutters back over and takes his bag with an unapologetic grin. Meng Yao finishes taking the ten-odd steps necessary for the brother to stick his hand out with a wry little smirk and say, “Hey, I’m Mingjue.”
“Meng Yao,” he replies and slides his hand into Mingjue’s dry, work-calloused palm.
“Welcome to big sky country, A-Yao,” Mingjue replies with a widening smile, a flash of straight white teeth and a dimple hiding under his mustache, and Meng Yao regrets to say that he’s thoroughly fucked.
–//–
The land unfolds around them as they drive down straight roads at an almost leisurely pace through miles and miles of…nothing.
Not nothing, Meng Yao supposes, but long gone are the corridors of towering skyscrapers, the lingering miasma of so many people living together in tight quarters, everyone building up up up to stack ever-more people into the same few square miles. Meng Yao understands, suddenly, why Mingjue had come here and stayed. He doesn’t think he has it in him to eschew all the conveniences of New York City for the open country, but someone like Mingjue seems like the type to appreciate having the space to…expand. To be bigger than life and have the room to do it in. He certainly feels larger than life at the moment as he details for Huaisang all the comings and goings on the ranch since he’d last visited, as he talks about the horses and his cattle and the monsoon rains they’d apparently only just missed that had finally turned everything summer-green.
Meng Yao sits on the bench seat of Mingjue’s beat up old pickup truck and watches the sparse scattering of fluffy white clouds drift over more sky than he’s ever seen in his life and he gets it.
He hasn’t gotten nearly enough of his fill of marveling (subtly) over the view by the time they pull off the road onto a dirt road that Huaisang tells him is actually Mingjue’s driveway, but he contents himself with the knowledge that they’re here for three months, he’ll have plenty of time to appreciate the view later. They rattle over a few metal grates Mingjue explains are cattle guards to keep the animals from escaping the ranch should they manage to break out of their pastures, and Meng Yao isn’t a child so he doesn’t exclaim about how fucking huge the cattle are some distance away from the road where they’re grazing (but he certainly rethinks his half-baked desire to see them up close anytime soon).
“Home sweet home,” Mingjue announces when they reach the end of the lane after another mile or two and opens his door with a creak. Meng Yao leans forward to look up at the house through his lashes and must not be able to control his expression as much as he’d prefer as Huaisang chuckles at him a little, nudging him in the side with his pointy little elbow.
“Told you it was nice,” he chirps and slides across the seat to get out on the driver’s side. “Da-ge be careful!” he trills, his nervous fretting muffled as he scurries around to the bed of the truck. Meng Yao doesn’t pay attention to their bickering or the scuffle of hard-soled boots on dirt, though his attention is snagged at least a bit by the sound of Mingjue laughing at whatever he’s just done to make Huaisang whine at him.
The house is beautiful, is the thing. Somehow he hadn’t thought that it would be, perhaps owing to how many times he’s listened to Huaisang complain about his brother’s lack of taste for anything even remotely fashionable. He should really stop assuming things about Mingjue, he supposes, considering he’s currently scored 0 for 2, and he hates to lose.
He gets out of the car, finally, to better appreciate white-washed wood paneling just beginning to show hints of weathering, blue shutters clearly freshly painted the same shade of the sky overhead with the front door painted to match. There are rocking chairs on the wraparound porch, clearly well-loved if the flattened, sun-faded cushions on them are anything to judge by, positioned to face west. He has a sudden mental image of Mingjue sitting out here in the evenings to watch the sunset over the mountains looming in the distance and has to shake himself all over once (discreetly) to keep from sticking himself in the chair next to him in this little pastoral fantasy. That’s just making it weird.
“You want the grand tour or you wanna settle in?” Mingjue asks; Meng Yao doesn’t jump to find himself standing next to his host he hadn’t heard approaching, but he does feel suddenly…shy in a way he’s definitely not used to. He tilts his head enough to squint up at Mingjue, the sun too bright in his eyes, and finds to his dismay that he’s still just as handsome as he’d been an hour ago.
“I want you to give him the tour!” Huaisang calls from where he’s petting a horse (an actual horse, but are they supposed to be that tall??) that’s come up to the fence at the other end of the front yard, such as it is, to duck down and nose at Huaisang like an old friend.
“I don’t care what you want, you little brat,” Mingjue calls back. “And don’t you dare give that beast whatever candy you’ve got in your pockets, do you know how long it took to train him out of biting people who didn’t give him any after you left?!”
Meng Yao hides a smile behind his hand and finds himself mostly glad that there’s someone else around now to be the recipient of Huaisang’s incessant whining when he’s really putting on a performance. He clears his throat a little and schools his expression back towards pleasant neutrality when Mingjue looks down at him again, clearly unwilling to entertain his brother’s antics a moment longer than necessary.
“I think I’d like to settle in first,” he allows himself to say, and is perhaps mildly startled when Mingjue doesn’t question it, when he simply nods and lets Meng Yao be that tiny bit selfish.
“Come on in then, your room’s upstairs.”
Meng Yao follows Mingjue inside out of the sun and finds himself surrounded by an eclectic mix of antiques and modern minimalism; framed photos and bric-a-brac piled up in out-of-the-way corners of sleek monochrome shelves hemmed in on every side by enormous, dense furniture of the sort that reminds him of a time at least half a century ago, if not longer. The result is antiquated in a charming way with enough touches of modernity that he doesn’t think Mingjue is necessarily out of touch, just pragmatic about his home. If something old will still do, why replace it? It’s a mentality Meng Yao can appreciate, and he finds himself smiling a little again as he trails behind Mingjue up the stairs and down the short hallway to the room in the back corner.
“Here you go,” Mingjue says and slings both Meng Yao’s and Huaisang’s bags off his shoulder, which is precisely when Meng Yao realizes he’d been carrying their luggage in one hand like it weighs nothing. He notices it, allows himself two seconds to admire it, and promptly tucks that little tidbit away for future consideration. Later.
“I’ll be around, just holler if you need anything. I’m sure A-Sang will be in to bother you once he’s finished saying hi to the herd, I’ll let you enjoy the quiet while you’ve got it.”
“Thanks, Mingjue,” Meng Yao says with a smile, and it might be a moment of wishful thinking, or just his imagination, but he swears he sees Mingjue’s gaze drop to his mouth for a beat too long before the man nods and retreats. Meng Yao has no way to know if the flush on the back of Mingjue’s neck is from the sun or, maybe, something else.
–//–
Huaisang does come inside eventually, and though he has his own unpacking to do Meng Yao isn’t surprised at all when his friend comes to his room first to flop onto his bed and promptly make himself at home to start bugging him.
(He wouldn’t want or expect anything different.)
As Meng Yao hangs up shirts and trousers with far more care than they probably need, Huaisang regales him with stories from other trips to the ranch and a quick run-down of the personalities of the horses Mingjue keeps, both his own and some he boards for others who can’t keep their own animals for whatever reason. Meng Yao makes enough leading, noncommittal noises to keep his friend chattering as he settles in, though the chatter becomes decidedly less pleasant as far as background noise goes when Huaisang starts talking about getting Meng Yao to socialize.
Within moments it’s clear he already has a plan on how to do so, because of course he does, and of course it’s some stranger’s houseparty where Meng Yao will know absolutely no one at all.
“Absolutely not, Huaisang,” he says tartly, but of course Huaisang only takes that as an invitation to persuade him.
“This isn’t like parties back home, A-Yao, I promise!” he wheedles. Meng Yao just goes on unpacking his meager belongings into the antique dresser in the corner of his room that holds a window overlooking the equipment-littered space between the back porch and the horse barn, and he very pointedly does not rise to Huaisang’s bait. He’s still not immune to his best friend’s cajoling and they both know it, but he feels the need to deny him a little longer for the sake of his pride, if nothing else.
“Nothing here is like home, Huaisang, your argument is invalid,” he replies blithely and debates the merit of hanging his undershirts in the too-big closet with the rest of his clothes, rather than folding them up into a too-big drawer where they’ll just look sad on their own.
“Okay point taken, but seriously! You’ll have a nice time, it’ll be chill, I swear. Xichen-ge is coming, and he never goes anywhere things will get out of hand!”
A party tempting enough to interest Huaisang is typically guaranteed to be anything but ‘chill’, he doesn’t point out, but…well. Meng Yao had just said it himself — nothing here so far is like what they’ve come from, maybe Huaisang’s different here too. Maybe a party’s really not such a bad idea. And if it is, Mingjue, having already overheard Huaisang mentioning the party on his way past Meng Yao’s room with a load of clean laundry in his arms, has already made it very clear that he’s happy to either loan them his truck for the night or else drive them himself. Considering Meng Yao has no interest in drinking so much he wouldn’t be able to drive (because he, unlike his best friend, is a very functional city gay who can drive, thank you very much) it’s a guaranteed exit strategy, should he feel the need to escape.
Meng Yao ignores Huaisang’s pleading eyes for a few moments longer simply for the fun of it as he slides his undershirts onto clattering plastic hangers, and only smiles once his back is turned as Huaisang shouts his delight when Meng Yao sighs, “Well…I guess I’ve got nowhere better to go.”
–//–
This time, Huaisang did tell him the unvarnished truth.
It’s clear from the moment they pull up in the warm violet twilight that this party is nothing like the ones they frequent back home. It’s in someone’s actual house, for one, which he supposes isn’t too strange when not being hosted in a city made entirely of apartments and highrises, but the house itself is in the middle of a giant patch of…nothing. It’s just a house on a dirt lot full of pickup trucks in various stages of rusting, with lights strung everywhere possible on the wraparound porch (except that it’s not really a porch so much as it is a prefabricated metal roof over part of the patch of dirt and sparse grass ‘yard’). He’s pretty sure he even sees a barn lit up the same way some few hundred feet behind the house, but he can’t get a good look at it from here and decides to put it out of his mind.
“Let me know if you end up needing the truck,” Mingjue says over the sound of twanging guitar coming from someone’s massive speakers as they hop down (well he steps down out of the truck like he’s just crossing a threshold; Meng Yao and Huaisang are too vertically challenged to get down out of the thing without at least a little hop). “I’m gonna head in to grab a beer, you two want anything?”
“We’re good, da-ge!” Huaisang chirps, already eyeing up a cluster of guys all dressed nearly identically in tight jeans and threadbare flannels with the sleeves cut off and the resulting gaping holes fraying artlessly, with the main differentiating factor between them being if they’re wearing cowboy hats or baseball caps. Meng Yao glances between his options — Huaisang’s all-too-familiar thirsting over extremely lackluster men who don’t deserve him and Mingjue’s retreating figure carving a path through the crowd — and decides to take his chances with the latter, though he hangs back a little to give Mingjue space.
The house, when he steps inside, at least smells pretty much like what he’s used to at parties. Too many competing colognes and perfumes, the sticky sweetness of alcohol, and the haze of cigarette smoke are almost comforting like this, even as he promptly gets lost amongst the sprawling, dimly-lit rooms crowded with strangers nursing beers or chatting (read: feeling) each other up in dim corners. He finds a staircase in the middle of the house and uses it to orient himself as he wanders in several clockwise circles until he’s mapped out the living room, the den, the kitchen where he snags a beer from the 6’5” cowboy (he’s assuming he’s a cowboy based on the hat and the whole ‘house party on a farm in Montana’ thing) standing at the keg, the door to the back ‘porch’ that’s about as porch-like as the one out front, and an overcrowded room that seems to serve no purpose but to be a place to play beer pong.
He’s just circled his way back to the front door near the stairs once again when he finds his path blocked by someone turned away from him; someone broad and tall and wearing pale blue, which just seems like a mistake when any moment could end in spilled beer and flustered mopping up with a crumpled handful of napkins, perhaps even the removal of said shirt to get it in the upstairs bathroom sink to soak out the stain before it sets —
Alright so it’s been a while and a man has needs, especially when surrounded by ridiculously tall beefcakes on every side. Sue him.
Rather than spilling his shitty beer on this guy to see if he can get him to take his shirt off, Meng Yao clears his throat and taps the guy on his waist once, just the lightest touch of two fingers to body-warmed cotton, and the guy turns smoothly, an apology already on his lips.
“Oh, excuse me,” he says, hardly audible over the music jangling from the beer pong room. Meng Yao tilts his head back a bit — and then a bit more — to meet the guy’s gaze and he’s startled to find he’s also Asian. It takes him roughly three seconds to put two-and-two together when the guy smiles at him like he knows him and ducks down to talk a little closer. Meng Yao makes a conscious decision to stay very still to let him do it.
“Might you be Meng Yao?” he asks and Meng Yao can only nod dumbly. “Mingjue sent me to find you, would you like to come sit with us? Da-ge’s great for commandeering the couch at these things.”
Sitting down sounds great, Meng Yao thinks, especially when the crowd shifts enough for him to catch sight of the ratty old sofa in the living room to find Mingjue currently occupying it alone, manspread more than far enough to make it clear that no one else is sitting on that couch unless he invites them (and he doesn’t look like he’s in a particularly inviting mood).
“Are you sure?” Meng Yao asks, wary, but the man (who must be Mingjue’s best friend, Xichen) just smiles at him again and tips his head in that direction, gesturing vaguely with one of his bottles of beer as if for emphasis.
“Of course! Come on, you’ve had a long day of traveling and I wanted to apologize for not being able to meet you at the house this afternoon. Just sit with us for a while, we’ll introduce you around later if you want us to.”
Meng Yao finds it a pretty tough proposition to say no to so he just nods again and gestures with his own beer (in a stereotypical red Solo cup he’d been amused to receive) for Xichen to lead the way. It isn’t so far that Meng Yao worries about losing him in the crowd, really, but he doesn’t let that stop him from hooking an index finger through the center back belt loop on Xichen’s skin-tight jeans, ‘just in case’. Xichen simply smiles at him over his shoulder as they pass through the nearly-black front hallway and into the scarcely-brighter living room, red Christmas lights around the ceiling and the overhead bulb in the kitchen through the other doorway the only lighting for the entire room.
“Hey, there you are,” Mingjue says as they approach, and though he swings one knee closer to straight in front of himself to manspread a little less he leaves his arm slung casually along the top of the back cushions, reaching up with his free hand to snag the beer Xichen had brought for him and taking a swig of it as Xichen joins him.
On the opposite end of the couch.
Meng Yao hides behind a sip of his own flat beer quickly warming to room temperature as he contemplates the small (small) space between them and, between one disappointing sip and the next, decides he’s feeling reckless enough after a long day of new things and the freedom of traveling so many miles from home that he’s just going to go for it, and fuck the consequences.
Xichen slings his arm over the rest of the back of the couch, fingertips brushing lightly against Mingjue’s elbow where they overlap. Meng Yao sits down right in between them, settles in, and pointedly ignores the way the tired old couch springs squeak in protest of their combined weight and how he seems to pull the other two in like a magnet. It’s like gravity, centers of balance shifting and leaning inwards into his orbit, the pair of them bracketing him on either side, parentheses made of denim and muscle and smiling mouths that he pretends not to notice creeping closer as they keep finding excuses to lean in closer over the course of the next few minutes, not at all subtle. They drift in, in, in to talk to him over the music until they’re both practically kissing him on the cheeks just to be heard as they chat about nothing much at all.
Meng Yao finishes his beer and lets Xichen take the empty cup from him to set aside, and when he leans back in even closer than a moment before, Meng Yao offers him a coy little smile of the sort that’s weakened tougher men than Xichen seems to be and drops his newly-freed hand on his knee, mirroring the caress on Mingjue’s knee with his free hand on the other side.
It would be more than accurate to say that Xichen melts like butter — melts so obviously, in fact, that Mingjue laughs at him, hides it in Meng Yao’s shoulder, and seems to need no further excuse to just set up camp there so he can start nuzzling the tip of his nose into the crook of Meng Yao’s neck until he’s shivering pleasantly and feeling very much like the cat that got the cream.
Huaisang was right — this has never happened to him in New York, but he’s perfectly happy that it’s happening to him now.
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Nie Huaisang isn’t the type to say ‘I told you so’ in so many words, mostly because he doesn’t actually say what he’s really thinking in the first place.
But if he were the type, he’d be saying it right now to anyone who would listen as he sips at a beer some jumped-up bull rider pressed into his hand with enough flustered used-to-be-definitely-absolutely-straight-but-now-he’s-confused flirting that Huaisang had given him an extra kiss or three to apologize for giving him a little sexuality crisis.
Maybe it’s weird for him to be so pleased to see his brother and his brother’s live-in-something tag teaming Huaisang’s own best friend, but, well. Meng Yao works way too hard for very little in return, and Huaisang thinks he deserves nice things. He’s certainly not immune to the ample charms of his brother’s farmer/rancher neighbors at least for a hazy summer, and he’d known that Meng Yao wouldn’t be able to resist either no matter how many fuck-off-I’m-totally-independent vibes he gives off when they’re back home.
Naturally if Meng Yao weren’t interested in sex Huaisang would leave him alone about it, but since he’s not he’d known perfectly well that there would be no resisting not one but two handsome men who could throw him over their shoulders as easily as they do bales of hay or sheep that need shearing. So, to that effect — the scene in front of him. Huaisang watches just long enough to see Xichen turn Meng Yao’s face to his with a gentle finger under his chin to coax him in for a kiss where they’re snuggled up all three together on the couch and then makes his escape to find his own fun for the night.
It’s already looking like it’s going to be quite the summer, and Huaisang basks in the pleasure of a plan well-executed with no one the wiser.
#the untamed fanfic#3zun#Modern AU#Orville Peck Cinematic Universe#officially the name of this universe (because there will definitely be more) lol#3zun but make them cattle ranchers because why not#Nie Mingjue#Meng Yao#Lan Xichen#Nie Huaisang
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Schloss Einstein Folge 1053
Es ist soweit, der Tag, an dem wir alle unseren Verstand verlieren ist da. Drei neue Folgen mit einer Extraportion Nolin Drama + der Kika-Chat mit unserem Lieblingstrio in dem sie wahrscheinlich wieder 10 mal gefragt werden, sie alt sie sind.
"Alles ist alles ist relativ normal" NEIN IST ES NICHT MEHR!
Der erste Charakter, den wir diese Staffel sehen ist Tahmina. Die stiftet erstmal Chaos, weil sie ein Rollbrett sieht (die Dinger, die man unter Pflanzen stellt) und ihr die geniale Idee kommt, sich selbst da draufzusetzen und dann in hohem Bogen irgendwo reinzukrachen. Lieblingscharakterpotenzial!
Im Internat ist derweil Frau Schillers Küchengeräte-Challenge in vollem Gange. Da kommen auch schon Joshua und Elly an. Die geraten auch direkt in Streit, weil Elly die Bus-App nicht kapiert hat und sie deswegen drei Stunden zu spät angekommen sind.
Joshua: "Nach meiner Geburt war einfach kaum Intelligenz für dich übrig."
Renna telefoniert mit Gustav. Mikka erklärt ihr derweil, was eigentlich los ist: Frau Schiller hat in den Ferien Inventur gemacht und es fehlen voll viele Sachen. Sogar ein Kühlschrank (wie zur HÖLLE hat den jemand transportiert ohne dass es aufgefallen ist?)
Mikka: "Auf jeden Fall hat Frau Schiller ne Schatzsuche gestartet" MUSS DAS JETZT SCHON IN DER ERSTEN FOLGE LOSGEHEN!?
U.a. gibt es kostenlose Kino-Freikarten zu gewinnen. Ich glaube ich weiß, wer die nicht haben möchte.
Außerdem erklärt Mikka, dass Casper die Schule gewechselt hat und nicht wiederkommt. Sie hatten aber einen schönen Sommer. Selbst die zwei haben ihr Happy End gekriegt. Wollt ihr mich eigentlich verarschen?
Colin sitzt derweil traurig auf seinem Bett, während alle anderen Spaß haben.
Aber nicht lange, denn JOEL TO THE RESCUE!
Hat er etwa Noahs Gesicht auf den Boxball geklebt?
JOLIN HUG! JOLIN HUG!
Joel packt erst mal einen Fun Fact über Pastinaken aus: Sie waren früher beliebter als Kartoffeln jetzt. Ich werd den Fenchelsaft trotzdem vermissen.
Joel: "Ich hab doch gesagt, dass es nicht einfach wird. Noah kann seine Gefühle zwar wegschweigen, aber du nicht."
Colin ist sich aber sicher, dass das ganze letzte Schuljahr über schon was zwischen ihm und Noah war.
UND DANN KOMMT NOAH REIN!
Noah und Colin so: Händedruck. Colin und Joel: Umarmung. In this essay I will...
Frau Amani schwärmt Chung von Tahmina vor, ohne dabei zu wissen, dass sie gerade ne Pflanze kaputt gemacht hat, die sie jetzt notdürftig wieder zusammenflickt, nur, damit sie danach direkt wieder auseinanderfällt.
COLIN KRIEGT NE NACHRICHT VON JULIA! Sie hat nämlich seine Lederjacke geklaut. UND COLIN IHRE YING-YANG-KETTE!
Noah überlegt, sich an einer Filmschool zu bewerben, hat aber noch keine Idee für ein Bewerbungsvideo. Er schlägt Colin daher vor, dass sie zusammen brainstormen könnten. Noah, willst du den armen Jungen wieder umbringen?
Colin willigt natürlich ein. Oh nein, ich hab das Gefühl, das geht gar nicht gut aus.
Und dann verursacht Tahmina direkt schon das nächste Chaos: Sie hat das Schulskelett an sich genommen, Marlon sagt ihr, dass sie es wieder zurückbringen soll und wir hören es direkt wieder krachen - Tahmina hat die Leihgabe eines Museums kaputt gemacht.
New Lore unlocked: An dem Ort, wo jetzt die Schule steht, war früher ein Rosengarten.
Wie sich herausstellt, soll Dr. Berger auch direkt am nächsten Tag ans Einstein kommen, um das Bild zu enthüllen.
Noah und Colin sind zum brainstormen in den Wald gegangen.
AHHHHHH
BRINGT MICH DOCH GLEICH UM MEIN GOTT!
Noah will einen Film drehen über einen Vampir, der von der Liebe enttäuscht wurde und sich jetzt an allen rächen will, die gerade verliebt sind. HALT STOP!!
Noah: "Liebe macht alles kaputt." DU MACHST ALLES KAPUTT DU IDIOT!
Colin hakt nach und Noah erzählt, dass sein Sommer scheiße war. Er war drei Wochen bei seiner Mutter und drei bei seinem Vater. Noah: "Wenn die Liebe vorbei ist, gibt es nur noch verletzte." Du meinst so wie COLIN?
Noahs Vater hat außerdem eine "ätzende neue Freundin", die ihm Zeit geben will, mit der Situation klarzukommen. Seine Eltern haben ihn aber jahrelang angelogen, dass sie sich lieben und haben sich dann scheiden lassen. Colin bietet ihm Hilfe an, aber Noah "Ich brauch kein Hilfe und Support" Temel sagt natürlich "Lass mich mit der Liebe einfach in Ruhe".
Gut, Nolin-Drama vorerst vorbei, jetzt geht's weiter mit Nesrin und Annika. Die sind traurig, weil sie kein Zimmertauschlos gekriegt haben. Frau Schiller beendet derweil die Aktion, weil sie drei Mixer wiederbekommen hat, obwohl sie nie drei Mixer hatte.
Massuda hat sich derweil direkt mit ihrer neuen Zimmernachbarin Elly angefreundet und freut sich, das "Party bis 0 Uhr" Los gekriegt zu haben. "Party bis 0 Uhr" meinten Sie: Ruhestörung?
Marlon und Tahmina versuchen im ShareSpace, das Bild zu reparieren und haben Nesrin als Verstärkung geholt. Leider haben sie keinen Kleber mehr, weil Tahmina versehentlich die ganze Tube geleert hat.
Leon erzählt Annika, dass Io erst in zwei Wochen wiederkommt, weil sie noch eine Summer School zu Ende macht.
Es scheint doch noch eine Chance für Nesrin und Annika zu geben: Im Basketballkorb hängt noch ein Löffel. Hausers neue Hoffnung Simon wirft ihn natürlich direkt runter und, oh Wunder, natürlich ist das letzte Los das Zimmertausch-Los.
Direkt schon Hetero-Geflirte zwischen Simon und Annika.
Zurück im Share Space: Es gibt eine gute und eine schlechte Nachricht. Die gute: Der Bilderrahmen ist repariert. Die schlechte: Er ist pink, weil das die einzige Farbe war, die es noch gab.
Joel plant sein neues Pastinakenimperium und Colin soll ihm bei der Pastinaken-Acquise helfen. Der hat aber (natürlich) gerade andere Sorgen.
Joel: "Du hast ohne mich gebrainstormed?" Ist da jemand eifersüchtig?
Nesrin: "Das wird das beste Schuljahr ever." Wenn man nicht Colin heißt.
Okay, guter Einstieg bisher. Bin jetzt Pastinakensaftfan.
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