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playing--koi · 4 years

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Errand Boy

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Reader

Warning(s): SMUT (18+), language, unprotected sex, infidelity

Summary: Your father, the king, has been employing Geralt of Rivia to do many jobs for him, however most find it to be quite curious considering Geralt doesn’t typically make a habit of returning to the same employers. Perhaps he’s found another purpose besides coin?

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Jaskier sat idly as he waited for Geralt to fetch him at the pub. Strumming his guitar lazily and nursing a beer was all he could bring himself to do in his state of boredom. Not many people were inhabiting the bar, so he had no one to entertain with his tales of grandeur. He could only imagine whatever task Geralt was doomed to endure in search of profit. Something about ghouls? He couldn’t even bother to remember what silly little task the king had sent Geralt chasing this time.

For the life of him, he really couldn’t figure out what was possessing his friend to keep up with the pathetic jobs this king had been demanding. Geralt was usually so picky with what he agreed to and the clientele he kept, usually very nomadic in his style. But, as usual, when he questioned Geralt, he wasn’t granted a response—but more of a grumble of warning.

His internal monologue was abruptly halted by the wooden door of the pub slamming against the wall. Speak of the devil. Geralt looked angry, in his signature countenance. His mane was tangled and knotted with leaves and dirt; his face sporting a few bruises and minor cuts, but nothing too alarming. Nothing like the aftermath of a more frightening beast. He could assume that the rest of Geralt’s body was fine as he wasn’t displaying any pain or difficulty on his trek to the bar, but he could never be sure with all of the leather that hid his skin.

Geralt sat down heavily on the barstool and tapped the counter twice, signaling for a beer. Once the barkeep slid it to the spot right in front of him, he began chugging it.

“All of this attitude because of a ghoul?” Jaskier chided. “You’ve gone soft on us, Geralt!” The white-haired man wordlessly narrowed his eyes at the jester, only lowering his beer for a moment before continuing.

But that sour face was never enough to dissuade Jaskier before. He was determined to get to the bottom of this very un-Geralt behavior.

“So, may I ask when you’re gonna be done being the king’s little errand boy?”

“I’m not an errand boy,” Geralt growled in response. “—it’s steady coin.”

“Yeah, I’m definitely not buying that,” Jaskier could see right through the bullshit that the Witcher was so expertly feeding him, “there are monsters everywhere and people who need help ridding of them everywhere. And those people have coin as well,”.

Geralt’s silence, while annoying, was slightly exciting to Jaskier, considering it meant he’d struck some sort of chord.

Jaskier sighed. “Look, Geralt—it’s not like I’m angry that we keep going back. Just curious is all. How could I be angry when it means I can continue to behold the king’s daughter—” The bard pursed his lips, no doubt imagining some sort of filthy scenario, “—now that is one fine specimen,”.

Geralt’s head whipped around so quickly at the mention of the princess, Jaskier almost thought his neck would snap. The mountain of a man nearly had his teeth bared. “Ah-ha!” He pointed victoriously at the Witcher. “That’s why you keep going back, I knew it!” Jaskier fancied himself a sleuth at the discovery.

“Shut up,” Geralt hissed out.

“Oh, relax, buddy. Your little crush is safe with me,”. He patted the other man on the back.

“Ah, yes! He returns,” the king proclaimed as Geralt and Jaskier’s presence was announced to the throne room, where a party of sorts had nearly bored you to tears. Your head immediately perked up at the mention of the duo, your once-heavy eyelids now light as a feather. You watched as the two both walked in, one’s stride certainly commanding more respect than his counterpart.

You could feel your husband’s eyes on you, suspicious as to why you were suddenly so interested, but his gaze was soon otherwise occupied by some other dame. It wasn’t like you cared if he knew of your interest. You knew of his continuous conquests and, since you were nowhere near ready to have children, you hadn’t touched each other since the marriage was consummated. It was purely a marriage of political gain and you had no problem with that. But one thing you hated was when he suddenly got possessive if he saw your eyes wander.

The band went silent, as did most other conversations in the room at the entrance of such a well-known figure—known for his bravery and abilities. Your father congratulating him on another job well done, but you barely heard any of it, too busy staring at him; hair deliciously unkempt and face sporting light signs of a struggle. His brows were furrowed as they usually were, showing his attention to what the king was saying.

You managed to come back to reality as Geralt was agreeing to sit in on the party and ‘let loose’, as your father had put it. But everything about the man in question made you wonder if it was even possible for him to relax in such a garish setting. The bard accompanying him, however, seemed not to have a problem with it at all as he was already grabbing himself a glass of wine and introducing himself to the company. Primarily the female company.

You giggled slightly at his antics as your eyes slowly trailed back to the Witcher. You found that he was being ushered up the few stairs leading to the large table that the royals were sat at. Where you were sat. Oh, this was just perfect, the ideas floating through your mind were reminiscent of a Cheshire cat.

Due to your brother being away on military duties, the chair to your left was vacant, so he was invited by your father to take that place as the ‘guest of honor who’d been a great help to the province’.

His presence to your left was like a boulder weighing on your mind. While it was exciting, it was also cruel to sit him next to you because it was much harder to watch him discreetly that way.

You nearly flinched as you felt the weight of your husband’s hand make contact with your thigh, wordlessly declaring himself to be your controller. It wasn’t an announcement to the rest of the party, however, because they couldn’t even see it due to the long tablecloth obscuring their vision. Oh no, it was an announcement to you and the object of your desires. You clenched your jaw to keep from dismissing his overbearing gesture, masked as some sort of romantic affection that you knew to be in vain. You had no problem spitting it back in his face, but you were encouraged to keep those matters private.

Just the arrival of Geralt was enough to make any man feel inferior and you couldn’t help but feel entertained that your husband was so upset by it. So, instead of moving his hand away, you decided to turn to Geralt and start a conversation while you knew your husband’s attention was on you.

As you faced him, you could see his golden eyes overtaken with confusion, brows furrowing. “Won’t you and your companion stay at the castle tonight?” You inquired. “I can imagine it’s been a long day and we have plenty of room to spare at the castle—” you turned back to look at your husband innocently “—don’t we, darling?” Your husband was clearly not thrilled with the idea, but nodded nonetheless.

You turned back to look at the Witcher yet again, waiting for a response. “I suppose the bard and I could use a place to stay,” you almost whimpered at the sound of his voice, deep and gritty and rough.

“Perfect,” you smirked, “I’ll let my father know to have two rooms prepared,”.

As the night continued and the music quickened, your husband eventually invited you to dance and you begrudgingly agreed. He held you tightly to him, leaving no room between your two bodies as he spun you around the room and soaked in the attention that was on you both. You grew very disillusioned with all of it long ago, but his bursting ego seemed to bask in it and would probably continue to until the day he died.

You could feel a pair of eyes following you specifically throughout the seemingly endless song you’d been trapped dancing to; and you hoped more than anything that they belonged to the guest of honor. But the endless spinning made it difficult to check.

Finally the song came to a halt and you were free to return to your seat, nursing your wine until the party’s glorious end.

Once everyone had retreated to their separate quarters of the castle and you were freed from the watchful glare of your husband, you were left alone with your harrowing desires and never-ending thoughts of a certain Witcher between your thighs. You tossed and turned in bed, mindlessly rubbing your thighs together in search of any form of release. While you enjoyed the large bed you slept in, it felt so much emptier in times of want.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You needed something.

Leaping from your bed, you tiptoed to the door and pulled it open, careful to work slowly and avoid any creaking. You had no idea which room Geralt was given, but you were too dazed to care, simply willing to look through all of them in search.

Your feet were freezing against the marble floors and your nipples pebbled through the fabric of your nightgown; you were too desperate to remember a robe or footwear, but you couldn’t be bothered to go back for them. If things worked out according to plan, you’d be warmed up in a jiffy.

As you arrived at the first room in question, you could hear loud sexual noises on the other side of the door that sounded suspiciously like the bard and a female companion. At least, you sincerely hoped it was the bard otherwise you’d be seeking vengeance. You were excited for him while also feeling extremely jealous that you weren’t in the same…situation.

You continued your search throughout the the interwoven hallways and corridors, your lust-filled brain proving useless in your search. Your nearly automated search continued before you gasped as you felt a hand envelope your bicep, pulling you against the wall. Your back would’ve slammed against the barrier had a strong arm not wrapped around your waist and stopped any form of collision, gently placing you so that your back was resting against the cool stone walls, goosebumps arising on your skin.

Your eyes had tightly shut upon feeling the need to brace yourself, but once your eyes opened and the culprit was revealed, you’d never felt more satiated.

The amber eyes staring back into yours held a twinge of cockiness at finding you in this position—aimlessly wandering the hallways in search of him. He caged you in, an arm circling your waist as his other hand pressed against the stone beside your head; successfully trapping you as if you’d even make an attempt to flee. His hot breath lingered across the skin of your face as you both remained silent, staring at each other. His scent was a beautiful blend of smoke, leather, and eucalyptus.

He was the first to break the silence, deep voice guiding you deeper into your trance of lust. “Couldn’t wait another few moments for me to come and find you, princess?” He cocked an eyebrow.

“I was afraid that my husband’s wordless warnings may have scared you off.” You whispered back, challenging his alleged fearlessness. “And I missed having you between my legs. It’s been too long,”.

A ghost of a smile crossed his lips. “It’s been but a few days, your highness,” he stated.

You smirked, eyes darting down to his lips then quickly returning to his own, “my statement still stands, Witcher. It’s been too long,”.

He captured your lips in an intense kiss; one of longing and passion. While he would never say it, you knew that the time spent apart was just as unbearable to him as it was to you. His signature flavor had already become familiar to your desperate mind, looking for a semblance of him in every delicacy you’d tasted since. Soon enough, the hand pressed against the wall joined the other, wrapping around your waist and pulling you impossibly closer.

One of your own hands settled on his chest while the other found its place on the back of his neck, keeping him in place as you both explored each other. His overwhelming presence of muscles and angular ridges pressed against you so wonderfully as his thick thigh found its way between your legs. You gasped for air as your mouths separated, now staring into each other’s eyes hungrily.

“So I see the prince didn’t exactly scare you off,” you teased, a glimmer of jest in your eyes.

His own squinted in response. “I was one moment away from ripping his arms from his shoulders,” without any forewarning, his hand administered a spank to your clothed buttocks, granting a hiss from you, “because this body is all mine, princess,” he whispered as his lips now made their way down your neck. He nipped, suckled, and caressed the sensitive areas of your throat with his mouth. He tried to pull noises from you, but your nerves prevented you from indulging in any vocal pleasures.

Soon enough, he grew fed up of the quiet you were both doomed to obey in the hallways, so he grasped your thighs and pulled you to wrap your legs around his waist. He began walking you through corridors, but you paid no attention to where he was headed. You trusted that he knew where your quarters were located after the many times you’d both given into a shared midnight tryst. While you should’ve probably proceeded with immense caution, you couldn’t find a care in the world as you grasped his mane in your greedy hands, whispering a simple, “please hurry,”. And hurry, he did.

You were soon deposited back onto your own luxurious sheets, his frantic movements calculated as he stripped you of your dressing gown and left your naked at the foot of your bed, your legs hanging off the edge as you stared up at his towering person. He stared down at you, worshipping your physique with his eyes; the soft edges of your body awaiting him as your chest rose and fell with each delicate breath you allowed.

He soon knelt, his face now level with yours as he held you tight against him and continued his earlier assault on your neck. Your breaths were now emitting other varied sounds: whimpers, gasps, pleas as his hand slithered up your thigh and made contact with your clit, slowly circling the bundle of nerves, your hips bucking at the unexpected stimulation. Your back arched, chasing any form of pleasure he’d give you.

His lips broke contact with the flesh of your throat, now pulling back to watch your expression of pleasure. “Yes, Princess,” he praised, “who does this beautiful cunt belong to?” He challenged. “Is it that little prince of yours?”

“No,” you desperately begged, your body chasing any sort of liberation, “It belongs to you. My body belongs to you,”.

Your eyes were clamped shut, so you were unable to see the soft grin in response to your words. “That’s right, princess, that’s what I wanted to hear,”. Before you could even tell what was happening, he flipped your body over; your stomach now pressed against the bed as his strong hands held your hips, slowly rubbing and pinching at the skin of your ass.

“Look at this pretty little ass,” he mused, softly spanking at the skin of your left cheek. You moaned as he massaged the skin he’d previously slapped, the delectable paradox of pleasure and pain overwhelming you after a long night of vexing desire.

Without any sort of warning, he spread your ass and licked a long striped from your clit to your pert little hole, deep voice groaning the entire distance. You let out an obscene moan of surprise, never having felt a lover as committed to your pleasure as Geralt. His name left your lips in praise.

“That’s right, kitten—” the warmth of his breath invaded every inch of your heat, “let me hear all your little sounds while I devour this pretty little ass,”. He’d rarely spoken to you like this and you had a sneaking suspicion that it was a reaction to seeing your husband get so possessive with you, but no matter the reason, it had you so turned on you could barely see straight. Your fists clenched around the fabric of the sheets, trying to find any outlet for the euphoria you were feeling.

His tongue and lips made quick work of your core, slurping at the surrounding area and lightly caressing your bud. Every few movements, his tongue would reconnect with your tight ring of muscle, earning a gasp each time. He alternated between that and sucking at your bundle, finding a pattern that your body reacted best to. Your hips were grinding against the sheets mindlessly, no doubt soaking both the fabric and Geralt’s face as you rode toward your high.

The fingers on both of his hands continued to dig into the skin of you ass, pulling you closer to his mouth and dragging you to the edge with each sound of his own satisfaction that passed his lips. Without any thought, you moved one of your hands—from its place gripping the blanket— around your back to grip his hair, pulling at it as he coaxed more noises from you; just remembering that he liked a bit of roughness while he worked you over. As he felt you nearing the end, he moved both of his hands around your thighs, pressing you tight up against his face and holding you steady as you prepared to burst, the searing red feeling of orgasm washing over you. His arms holding your thighs up were the only thing keeping you from collapsing onto the bed into a heap of shaking limbs. One your ears were done ringing, you could hear the sounds of fabric hitting the ground as he no doubt rid himself of his clothes at the foot of your bed.

Quickly aware of his own release not having been met yet, you pulled yourself up on your forearms and flipped yourself over to face him. His pupils were dilated so heavily, you could almost swear that his whole iris was black, as he smirked at you with undoubtable pride. His forehead glimmered with sweat and his partial bun was disheveled, no doubt due to your pulling.

You grasped at the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss as you tasted your own juices mixed in with his musk. You pulled him forward as you crawled yourself further onto the bed, him chasing your movements and making sure your mouths didn’t part. When you could feel the pillows at the top of your bed, you motioned for him to lie back on the bed.

He stared up at your figure as you straddled his legs, his member pressed up against his belly. You gripped it with one of your hands as you sunk down, his manhood slowly entering you, the delicious stretch of his thick cock enough to overpower you as you held onto his shoulders tightly. “Fuck, princess. That’s it,”. You mewled at his approval no matter how many times you’d heard it. He sat up straighter the further you descended onto his cock, his body closing every semblance of distance.

His hands found their way to your hips, guiding your rhythm as you rode him. Golden eyes staring at you with praise and awe as he took one of your pert nipples into his mouth. His gigantic hands just kept pulling you into him, blurring the lines between where each of you started and finished, as you both indulged in this realm of pleasure together. You yanked at his hair, drawing his lips back into a searing kiss, teeth clattering and heavy breaths veiling over one another. Your hips bucked against his, both frantically chasing your bliss. Teetering over the edge together, both bodies drenched in sweat and yearning as you met the white hot feeling of completion.

Letting out the most obscene noises, your legs no longer able to hold you up as he pulled you into a laying position beside him on the bed. Both facing each other, your release slowly dwindled as you returned to your body, finding his near-glowing eyes again in the darkness.

Once you both were no longer panting, you let a small smile adorn your face, unafraid of the vulnerability after the activities you’d both shared. And, while most people might never get to see it, a small beam adorned his face as well, his arms slithering around your waist and pulling you closer.

“Let’s hope the king has at least a few more jobs for me,” he whispered into the darkness.

You giggled at his antics, gleeful that he wasn’t sick of you yet. “I’m sure he’ll find something for you to do,”.

A/N: Another Geralt fic because I couldn’t resist! I would sincerely LOVE any sort of a feedback (as I am a whore for all comments) and I hope you all like it!! Perhaps leave it a like? Maybe even a reblog? Anyways, thank you so much for reading!!!! Have a lovely day, babies!! x g

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purpleyellow · 3 years

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Super duo

TXT 6th member

Minji’s masterlist

“The start of Minji and Yeonjun working together”

a/n: Feel free to share your thoughts with me. Requests are open! 💚

Minji had a jump in her step as she walked from school to the practice room, her bag swinging on her shoulder as a new melody blocked out every noise from outside of her earbuds. Tossing her belongings on the floor, the girl sat on the ground to tie her shoelaces without looking at anyone around her.

She wouldn’t consider herself shy, the thing is nothing exciting had ever happened when she was around the other trainees that sparked a good conversation so maybe they did see her as so. Nonetheless, Minji was just there every day, sometimes she would talk with Beomgyu but he hadn’t shown up at school so the chances of him being there that day were minimal.

The peak of the song got cut short by some tapping on her shoulder and the left earbud being pulled off making her head spin around looking for the culprit. Choi Yeonjun, the boy who appeared to be very nice despite being every trainee’s standard, was smiling sheepishly at her while two of his friends stood behind him and waved at her.

“May I help you?” The girl mumbled, a little lost as to why he was sitting crossed legged next to her.

“Dropping formalities already?” Yeonjun chuckled playfully and she frowned tilting her head while wracking her brain only to correct herself still confused “May I help you... Sunbae?”

“Maybe not that polite” He joked trying to spark a reaction but her face was still staring blankly at him “Did you check the news board already?” His question had a lightweight tone to it and the girl shook her head without a word making him sigh before continuing “Well, we’re having a surprise evaluation late tonight”

Nodding uninterested, Minji looked around the room clearly waiting for him to get to the point, random checkups were not that big of a deal considering they didn’t really affect the ranking boards or how close one was to debut. One of the trainees behind him laughing at the situation but stopping as the other nudged him with his elbow.

“Well, it’s going to be a duet. And Beomgyu is apparently sick, so I thought you might want a pair. Here I am” Extending both his hands in front of himself as if he had just presented a brilliant idea, Yeonjun smiled excitedly as she rose one eyebrow eyeing him down.

“Don’t you prefer to do this with one of your buddies?” Minji nodded to the two watching them before turning around to see the room almost filled “Or, I don’t know, any of your friends”

“Most of them are already in pairs. And I figured we could have fun and maybe push each other out of our comfort’s zones by working together”

“Why?” Minji’s question caught him by surprise and Yeonjun squinted looking around trying to find the answer she might like to hear.

“Well, you’re really good at -” Looking at her while talking, he stopped as soon as he noticed the tiny playful grin forming on her face. Sighing entertained, the boy leaned back tilting his head “You’re playing with me, aren’t you?”

Giggling, the girl shrugged while pulling her things away “It’s just an evaluation, we have them every month, all you had to do was say” Clearing her throat, the girl did a terrible impression of his voice “Hey Minji, I’ll be your partner for the surprise test everyone pretended not to know about”.

“Well, I have vocal training right now” Yeonjun stood up laughing at the change of behavior “But after I’m done we can meet and discuss what we’ll present to them”

“Okay” Nodding with her head down, Minji put away her things as she heard the trio leaving. Beomgyu had said multiple times it was nice talking to the guys and she should put a little more effort into it but she honestly couldn’t care as much.

The girl was certain that when he finds out she’d been partnering up with Choi Yeonjun, especially after spending the first week commenting how weirdly he acts, Beomgyu would spend the entire day laughing at her face.

After she had been done with the dance class, Minji grabbed her stuff and went off to find the boy. They hadn’t decided on one spot to meet at, which made her sigh at the thought of running through the hallways but luckily one of the boys from earlier crossed her path and indicated the room he had gotten for them to practice at.

That day, Minji found out that Choi Yeonjun not only took his training very seriously but that he has an envious work ethic. As soon as she made it into the small studio, he had already chosen three completely different songs that could help them showcase their voices and said she could pick whichever one she was more comfortable with. A very nice change from her and Beomgyu fighting for half an hour before settling on one if you asked her.

“Ah, you’re so much nicer to work with than a few of the other trainees” Yeonjun sighed leaning back on his chair once they had run over the song twice “At least you don’t stop me every five seconds to ask something unrelated to the topic”

Humming in agreement, Minji stretched herself on the chair as she stole a glance at the clock on the wall, they had a lot of time left until the evaluation, yet she felt like he might not give in and give them a break.

“Chung Minji, I might make you my official partnering person. How does that sound?” Yeonjun joked getting her attention back and the girl shrugged “Sure, I’m cool with whatever, Choi Yeonjun Sunbae”

“Okay, but you don’t have to make this Sunbae stuff a thing, you know”

“Sorry, you know, I’m Australian. The whole formalities thing is still a struggle” She said smirking and the boy laughed at the acting.

“Whatever. Let’s go back so next time you can be closer to overtaking me in the ranking”

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igirisuhito · 3 years

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Title: Live for the Night Relationship(s): Komaeda Nagito/Hinata Hajime Rating: Explicit Summary: Hinata has been single for quite a long time. Wingman Souda seeks to change that by bringing him to his favourite nightclub and introducing him to his rave buddies. Hinata, however, has eyes for much less favourable company. Based on @devilcouldweep‘s Rave AU Trigger Warnings: Recreational drug use, alcohol, sex under the influence, Mentions of drug overdose, discussions of stabbings, Public sex. Disclaimer: Other old fic with some stuff I’m embarrassed about. Quality is lower.

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"Souda…I look like a twink."

Hinata stared at himself in the mirror, reflecting on how long it had taken him to wrangle those fishnets that now clung to his chest and three quarters of the way down his arms. The elastic around his neck rubbed uncomfortably against his adam’s apple and every now and then the netting would catch on his nipples. The stockings had been much worse to put on, but weren’t uncomfortable in the same way the top was.

Over the fishnet top was a white crop top he had borrowed from Souda that sported a neon sunset and the words ‘Jabberwock.’ He recalled thinking ‘What the fuck is a Jabberwock?’ whilst slipping it on. To cover the fishnets on his lower half he wore a pair of ripped skinny jeans, less ripped and more gutted than anything. And to top it all off were these white platform sneakers he’d bought because they were ‘cool’ way before he realised they were platforms. Oh well, it’s not like he couldn’t use a few extra inches.

Hinata crossed his arms over his midsection, a pathetic attempt to hide the exposed skin. Souda simply laughed, joining his soul friend's side and slinging an arm over his shoulder. "That's the point man! We gotta reel you in some dick somehow!"

Hinata groaned as the boy cackled, threading his fingers under the fishnets adorning his hips. This was the first time he'd worn something like this, and no amount of shitty vodka cruisers were making him feel less insecure.

Souda himself was wearing these baggy pants with reflective stripes and numerous pockets and a pair of those popular light up shoes, the ones that change colour with every step. On the top half he wore a studded white leather harness that settled snugly just below his pecs and a sleeveless hoodie to make him look almost modest. His hair was it’s usual dyed neon pink and spiked as if he intended to use it as a weapon.

“Souda...you know I give more than I take, right?” Hinata muttered, almost offended that his ever-so-supportive friend had just assumed he was a bottom.

“Well lately you haven’t been doing either!” Souda grabbed his shoulders with both hands, practically shaking the poor boy. “C’mon man you look sooo good! If I was gay I’d fuck you!”

Hinata rolled his eyes. “I’ve never met a straight man who’d wear a harness.”

“Uh, what about, literally every dog ever?”

“You’re not a dog.”

“Whatever! Let’s just go!”

Hinata snorted. It seemed entertaining Souda in his shitty attempts to get him a boyfriend was going to pay off. “Yeah, okay.”

“Yeah!” Souda cheered, pumping his right fist in the air and slapping Hinata’s ass with his left hand simultaneously. He couldn’t even be embarrassed, not when it was from So-not-gay Souda.

The duo took a cab to their destination, despite Souda insisting that they should walk to save money. Hinata would pay anything to not be seen outside in this. Especially not by somebody he knew. They were headed to a rave club in a less favourable part of town, one Souda insisted ‘wasn’t as bad as it seems!’ It was definitely as bad as it seems, like, there had been 3 stabbings in that club. Twice it had been the same fucking guy, and Hinata wasn’t sure if he should chalk that up to bad luck or blatant idiocy. Who would go to a club where they had already been stabbed once, just to get stabbed again?

Souda seemed to notice that Hinata’s thoughts were quickly going in a poor direction, so he decided to distract him with idle chatter. “I think you’ll like some of my friends there.”

Hinata turned to the boy sitting to his left, wearing a rather curious expression. “You have friends?”

“Shut up, you’re awful!” Souda whined, trying to sound mad but failing miserably. “Anyway, there’s this guy named Tanaka, he works at a zoo, how fucking cool is that?! Though he refers to himself as ‘The Supreme Overlord of Ice.’ I think it’s meant to be some kind of stage name or something?”

Stage name? What fucking stage is he working on at a zoo?

“Sounds like quite the character, huh.” Hinata murmured.

“You’ll get it when you meet him!” Souda beamed, glancing out the window. “Oh hey, we're almost there!”

The nervousness Hinata was feeling finally overtook the embarrassment. Souda gave him a reassuring tap on the shoulder as the taxi pulled up outside of the club. He could already hear the muffled music blaring from inside.

Hinata paid the driver and the two of them stepped out. The first thing they noticed was how fucking cold that breeze was, espeically when neither of them had proper sleeves. They both rushed towards the entrance, the bouncer barely looking at them before allowing them in. Hinata added that to the list of 'things that make this place sketchy.'

Nothing could have prepared him for the absolute assault on his senses that occured the second he entered the building. Loud music with heavy bass blared throughout the venue, drowning out the sound of Souda excitedly chattering next to him. The air reeked of sweat, booze, and artificial smoke. The strobe lights dancing around the place were quite dizzying, something that forced Hinata to look down to avoid the nausea. Oh, his shirt is glowing, they must be using blue light.

Hinata took a moment to admire the neon on his shirt, beginning to understand exactly why Souda had lent him this one in particular. It looked much less tacky and actually kind of cool under the bright lights.

“Oi, Hinata!”

A voice close to his ear startled him. He jumped back, sighing with relief once he realised it was only Souda. He too was glowing under the nights, his neon pink hair shining like a beacon and the leather harness glowed a soft shade of blue. It was really aesthetically pleasing.

“Yeah, what’s up?” Hinata spoke loudly, trying to make himself heard above the music.

“I’m gonna go find Tanaka and Mioda, you wanna get started at the bar?”

“Yeah, alright.”

And in the blink of an eye Souda was gone. Hinata sighed, disappointed but not surprised that his friend had run off almost immediately. He stepped out onto the dancefloor, shoving his way through the numerous bustling bodies and making his way towards the glowing neon lights of the bar.

He finally made it out, breathing a sigh of relief as he leant his elbows onto the scarred wood of the bar. If the amount of people wasn’t already overwhelming, the atmosphere just strangled the breath from him. It felt as if eyes were boring into him from all directions, judging, enticing. Hinata shook off the feeling, drawing it up to just nerves and the sensation of his exposed skin.

“Can I get you anything?” A voice snapped him from his thoughts, Hinata looked up, seeing the bartender staring him down like an unwanted guest.

He swallowed the nervous lump in his throat. “U-um, yeah...could I get a shot of Smirnoffs?

The bartender nodded and grabbed a bottle from under the bar. She carefully poured him a shot of the cheap vodka, sliding it towards him before wandering off to serve other customers. She was quite a busty lady, definitely put in this kind of place as a means of encouraging more people to buy more overpriced liquor. She sounded cheery as she sparked up conversations with clubgoers, but Hinata could see those dark bags under her eyes, the way her smile dimmed as she listened to them. It was quite obvious she hated her job and was well aware that she was being exploited.

Hinata lifted the small glass to his lips, downing the shot quickly before setting the glass back down on the counter. He sighed off the burn and turned around, scanning the crowd to see if he could find Souda.

Instead of Souda, Hinata found his eye being caught by the boy to his left who was also leaning against the bar. He hadn’t been there a moment before, but Hinata was immediately intrigued by his glowing blue hair and odd getup, one not so different from his own.

His hair was a gravity defying mess, with the blue glow it reminded Hinata a bit of cotton candy. His chest was clad in a cropped fishnet quite similar to his own, though his arms were covered by a dark coloured coat decorated with glowing blue squares on the right shoulder. There was a pair of green and pink glow sticks fixed to his left sleeve just above the elbow, similar to how a student council member wore a red armband. Perhaps it symbolised something in a similar way?

Below his exposed waist was a pair of low riding jeans that were a bit lighter in colour, but not light enough to pick up the blue light. His belt was, however, along with the cuffs of his jeans resting just below the knee above his boots. Speaking of the boots, they were...eccentric. They were sharp with a pointed toe and a slight heel and somehow made Hinata feel a little less insecure about his own choice in dangerous footwear.

The boy must have noticed Hinata’s gawking because as his eyes wandered back up he found that stare being returned. His breath caught in his throat as he tried to mutter out an apology. The boy interrupted him before he could get it out, however.

“You’re new.” He smiled, leaning in close to make sure his voice was heard. “What’s your name?”

Hinata forced his hands into his pockets, trying to look as casual as possible as if he hadn’t been ogling the boy just a moment ago. “Hinata Hajime.”

“Hinata Hajime…” Komaeda practically rolled the words around on his tongue. “May I call you Hinata-kun?”

“Sure. What about you, what’s your name?” Hinata narrowed his eyes, feeling a bit frustrated that the alcohol wasn’t taking the edge off his anxiety.

“Ah, how rude of me. My name is Komaeda Nagito, you can call me whatever you please.” Komaeda smiled widely, as if exchanging names was further than he expected to get. “What brings you to Hope’s Summit?”

“Eh, I was peer pressured into coming by a friend.” Hinata muttered, a little embarrassed now that he had to explain his presence to a stranger. “I don’t usually come to places like this…”

Komaeda pursed his lips together, bringing his hand to his chin. “Hm, that makes sense. I’m quite the regular here, but mostly because I-”

“OI! HINATA!!”

Hinata snapped around, not listening to the end of Komaeda’s sentence. Souda was waving from the crowd, quickly approaching him with two other people trailing behind him.

“Oh, how awkward. I’m gonna head off. I hope to see you again, Hinata-kun.” Komaeda spoke softly, but just loud enough for only Hinata to hear.

Hinata turned back around to farewell Komaeda but he was already gone, likely he had already slipped into the crowd. He sighed, bringing his full attention back to the excited boy in front of him.

“Mioda, Tanaka, this is Hinata, my soul friend! Hinata, this is Mioda and Tanaka, my rave friends!” Souda beamed, hopping up and down and gesturing wildly.

“Hajime-chan!” A girl with black hair dyed with colourful streaks that had been styled up into horns practically squealed upon seeing Hinata, instantly rushing up to him and throwing her arms around the confused boy. “Kazuichi-chan never shuts up about you! So, are you into moshing? Raving? OOOOH you HAVE to listen to my songs!!”

The scene girl stared at Hinata with wide eyes that practically sparkled in the dark. He took a small step, only to bump straight into the other boy that Souda had introduced, Tanaka.

“Be cautious, mortal! It appears that despite only having entered this building mere moments ago, you have already encountered a cursed being…” He boomed in a gruff voice, grabbing hold of Hinata’s shoulders.

This only startled him further, leading Hinata to push Tanaka away from him. “Take a step back! Geez! What the fuck are you saying?”

“Guys I know you’re excited but give him room.” Souda stepped between Hinata and Mioda, encouraging the girl to exit his personal space. “Tanaka was just pointing out the fact you were talking to...what’s that guy’s name again?”

“Komaeda.” Hinata mumbled.

“Komaeda! Right.” Souda affirmed, smiling a little

“OOH! Creepy drug dealer Komaeda?” Mioda somehow sounded rather excited about that.

“Creepy drug dealer?” Hinata questioned.

Tanaka nodded. “That’s correct. That fiend uses this venue as a means of dispensing his poison.”

“Yeah, yeah! One of Ibuki’s friends O’Ded on a bunch of the pills he sold him! He’s no good! He doesn’t even dance!”

Hinata was a little confused. Yeah the guy was intimidating but not...creepy? Also, isn’t it the responsibility of whoever’s taking the drugs not to take too many? It’s not like Komaeda shoved them down his throat… Though admittedly the prospect of Komaeda being a drug dealer did put him off a little.

“He doesn’t seem that bad.” Hinata defended him, despite not really being sure why.

“You should probably stay away from him anyway, Hinata bro. C’mon, there’s plenty of other fish in the sea!” Souda cheered, slapping him hard on the back.

The other boy winced, feeling somewhat shaken by the events that were going down. Man he expected Souda’s friends to be eccentric but...they were fucking crazy. He almost wanted to go back to chatting with chill cotton candy boy. At least he respected boundaries.

“Right, sure. Hey, I’ve already had a few drinks so I’m gonna go take a piss. Feel free to get started without me.” Hinata flashed the group a forced smile, before dashing off into the crowd before any of them could object.

Once he felt thoroughly out of sight, he sighed loudly. It was weird that he felt more comfortable being surrounded by random people who weren’t talking to him than he did with that little bundle of freaks. That was until that comfortable mass of people suddenly reached out and grabbed ahold of his wrist. He froze in pure fear.

“Hinata-kun! How lucky it is that I get to see you again!”

His racing heart slowed a little as he recognised the voice along with that fluffy bundle of hair and much too exposed chest. It was just Komaeda, creepy drug dealer Komaeda.

“Jesus christ please don’t scare me like that!” He hissed, drawing in a little closer so he could properly hear the other boy.

Komaeda laughed cheekily, giving Hinata a big grin. “I’m going to assume your friends told you about the kind of person I am, huh?”

“Huh? Were you listening or something?”

“No, but it’s what most people who drag newcomers along do. I’m surprised they didn’t warn you earlier!”

“...Is that why you pounced on me at the bar?”

Komaeda bit his lip, averting his gaze a little. “Ah, I must have come on too strongly. I'm sorry, it’s not often people don’t outwardly reject me. Not that they aren’t right to do so, I’m quite worthless trash, after all.”

Hinata ignored the self deprecation, deciding to instead tackle the root of the problem. “So Komaeda, why do you come here then?”

“Socialisation, appreciation of the music, the fact the business doesn’t care if I deal here, I can dress like a male stripper without being judged. There’s a few reasons Hinata-kun, would you like to hear more?”

Hinata shook his head, feeling a little embarrassed by the fact Komaeda actually admitted the last one. “No no that’s enough. So uh, why do you deal drugs?”

“Hmm, why do you think I deal drugs, Hinata-kun?”

Hinata pressed a fist to his lips in thought. “Poor financial situation?”

Komaeda cackled as if it was the funniest thing he’d ever heard before shaking his head. “No, god, if anything it’s the opposite. I do it because it’s fun. I like giving people a new perspective on the world, a chance to enjoy themselves even more so than usual.”

“I see…” Hinata mumbled. “You aren’t dealing any like...hard drugs, are you?”

Komaeda waved his hands innocently. “No no not at all. I’ve tried heroin, that stuff is way too addictive for me to just be passing it around. I don’t deal any kinds of opioids at all, actually. Mostly just cannabis, MDMA, LSD occasionally. Oh! And ketamine, that’s been really popular recently.” He clapped his hands together in completion.

“Wow...so Mioda’s friend who overdosed-”

“Was an idiot, yes.” Komaeda sighed, rolling his eyes and crossing his over his chest. “I did tell him to slow down, but you know how people can be. Getting overzealous isn’t going to make you any higher.”

“I guess...” Hinata was feeling a little guilty for bringing up something that obviously frustrated Komaeda. “Is that kind of high really worth risking your health for?”

“Well, if you’re smart about it you’re usually fine. Especially with stuff like ecstasy, the serotonin drawback is easily managed and the high is…” Komaeda’s lips curved into an impossibly wide grin and his voice dipped a little. “It’s really worth it.”

“R-really? I have heard that ecstasy is one of the more enjoyable drugs you can do...”

“Mm? You wanna try some?” Komaeda smirked, reaching into his coat pocket before pulling his hand out to reveal a small baggie containing several hot pink coloured tablets.

Hinata’s brain instantly recoiled. Years of anti-drug and peer pressure campaigns told him he absolutely shouldn’t. He didn’t know this man, he didn’t know this drug. Smoking weed in Souda’s garage didn’t compare to doing ecstasy with a complete stranger.

And yet he was completely entranced as Komaeda plucked a pill from the bag between two fingers. He smirked, looking down at the other boy like a predator eyeing up it’s prey.

“The choice is yours, Hinata-kun.”

Komaeda poked out his tongue, carefully placing the neon tablet onto it. Hinata felt as if he was on fire, especially after hearing his name on those sultry lips. The pill glowed under the bluelight, beginning to dissolve from Komaeda’s saliva. The boy huffed, urging him to make the decision before it disappeared completely.

That was enough to send the blood straight from the decision making centre of his brain and straight to the teenage boy part of his brain that said ‘Fuck it; he’s really hot.’

Hinata grabbed the taller boy, wrapping his fingers in the little fishnet crop top he wore. He stuck his own tongue out, pulling Komaeda in closely until their tongues made contact and he could pull the pill onto his own. It tasted bitter and tarty, but that elated look on Komaeda’s face kept him from pulling away.

The other boy took over, pushing the pill further onto Hinata’s tongue until the kiss had returned to his mouth. He eyed Hinata’s throat closely, continuing to kiss him deeply whilst watching for that telltale bob of his throat which came moments later. He’d swallowed it.

Komaeda broke off the kiss, not missing the little whine that left Hinata’s throat as he pulled away. He took another pill from the baggie and placed it on his tongue again before shoving the rest in his pocket. “H-huh...you want me to take two? Is that even safe...?” Hinata stammered, eyeing the other boy cautiously.

Komaeda drew his tongue back into his mouth, dry swallowing the pill as if it was what he was born to do. “What? You thought you were the only one getting high? I can give you another if you’d like.”

“No no, I just assumed you were already high…” Hinata spoke at a normal volume, which made him quite difficult to hear.

Komaeda broke into a fit of laughter, startling Hinata. “Oh wow you really haven’t done this before have you? I’m not going to give you any more, one is more than enough.”

Logical thought was starting to return to Hinata; he was nervous now. “That’s fine...uh...what should I expect?”

“Oh, right. It takes about half an hour to an hour to kick in. You’ll probably feel nauseous first. If you need to hurl, just let it happen. You should start feeling the effects not long after that.” Komaeda took a hold of Hinata’s hand, rubbing his thumb over his knuckles reassuringly.

“Right. Cool. That’s exciting. Uh, say Komaeda…” Hinata trailed off for a few seconds, but jumped back in to the sentence before the other boy could question it. “You mentioned earlier that you like the music right? What kind of artists are you into?”

“Hmm, I’m into more obscure artists than anything. Uhhhh...Have you heard of EDEN?”

“Never. “

“That’s unfortunate. What about...Deadmau5?”

“Oh I know him! Classic. Not a big fan of his songs though. Have you heard of David Guetta?”

Komaeda clicked his tongue. “Of course. Generic, but he has some good songs.. Porter Robinson?”

“Ehh I’ve vaguely heard of him? What about Dillon Francis?”

“Also painfully generic. Krewella?”

“Don’t know 'em. Martin Garrix?”

“Appeals too much to the masses. Uhm surely you’ve heard of Daft Punk?”

“Duh, who hasn’t. Their music’s a little too mellow for me, though. Avicii?”

“GOD Avicii! His music is brilliant. All his songs are quite tragic to listen to now though.” Komaeda breathed a sigh of relief, thankful they could find common ground amongst Hinata’s painfully vanilla taste. “Such an unfortunate loss of somebody with such shining hope…”

Hinata nodded in agreement, also recalling how heartbreaking it was to lose such a talented artist. They chatted for a short while about their favourite songs by him, bonding over their attachment to the lyrics. As if on queue actually, one of his songs started playing loudly over the speakers littered throughout the venue. The Nights, specifically.

“Huh. Ironic.” He murmured.

“Is it? He was a very talented and popular DJ after all.”

“Whatever! Dance with me.”

Hinata hadn’t noticed Komaeda let go of his hand during their conversation, so naturally it was his duty to remedy that. He grabbed ahold of those skinny fingers, pulling Komaeda closer.

Komaeda was quite surprised by Hinata’s sudden burst of confidence, but most certainly welcomed it. It wasn’t before long that they were both belting out the lyrics as loudly as they could whilst clinging to one another and swaying. Hinata felt absolutely ecstatic, as if he was walking on air with the prettiest boy in this stupid place.

Until the nausea hit him like a sack of bricks.

He gagged against Komaeda’s shoulder, cupping his hand over his mouth aggressively. Komaeda wasn’t kidding when he said he was probably gonna throw up, geez…

“Ah, sorry Hinata-kun, I wasn’t paying attention.” Komaeda chuckled softly as he slid his hand up the other boy’s arm a little, pressing his thumb into the soft part of his wrist an inch or so below his palm. Almost immediately Hinata’s nausea began to ease off, leaving him feeling quite delirious.

“Wh-what kind of spell did you just cast on me, Komaeda?” Hinata stared at Komaeda as if he were a god among men.

“It’s a pressure point.” He smirked, drawing in a little closer to bask in Hinata’s loving gaze. “If you feel better than you’ll probably be fine, luck is on our side.”

Hinata giggled, using his free hand to place his hand on Komaeda’s face. “You’re pretty.”

Komaeda returned the gesture, despite being a little upset Hinata completely ignored his explanation. “You’re high.”

“We both are! Y’know what that means?”

“What does it mean, Hinata-kun?”

Hinata answered the question by planting his lips on Komaeda’s. Which wasn’t really an answer, but he leaned into the kiss regardless.

It took no time at all for Hinata’s innocent kiss to turn more intimate. Soft swipes of wet tongues had the two of them melting into each other. Hinata’s hands roamed higher, fingers wrapping in those messy blue curls as he revelled in the texture. Komaeda’s hands drifted lower, settling on the other boy’s exposed hips as he lightly brushed his fingers over the skin.

Hinata curled a small chunk of hair around his fingers and tugged harshly, pulling Komaeda’s face even closer as their teeth knocked together. A low moan left his throat, absolutely enthralled by the pain rippling through his skull. This only roused Hinata further; the boy suddenly grinding his hips into Komaeda’s.

In all honesty, Komaeda didn’t expect to get this far. Of course he was attracted to Hinata, especially the innocent way he assumed no ill in his intentions. And Hinata was quite obviously attracted to him, evident by the was he completely undressed Komaeda with his eyes upon their first encounter. Hinata shouldn’t have come back after learning he was unfavourable company. Hinata shouldn’t have so easily warmed up to him. Hinata most certainly shouldn’t have taken that pill right off his tongue. Komaeda just kept pushing and pushing, trying his luck even further and it just kept working.

It was wrong, dangerous, but he couldn’t stop. Especially not now that both of them had basically thrown away all fear and impulse control with just one little pill.

So Komaeda did the same thing he had been doing all night, acting on those shameful urges of his. His hands slid over Hinata’s hip bones, then down to squeeze his ass through his jeans. Hinata startled, squeaking as he pulled back to take a breath of air.

Both of them were left panting, the room feeling significantly warmer than before. Not once did they break eye contact whilst trying to regain their breath, as if each one was trying to figure out what the other was thinking. Surprisingly enough, it was Komaeda this time who decided to make his desires clear.

He leaned closer, down as close as he could get to Hinata’s ear before whispering out one word, “More.”

Hinata moaned loudly, despite all that was done to him was purely audial. Komaeda couldn’t help but laugh, bewildered by the odd reaction. He went to straighten back up, but Hinata’s grip in his hair tightened. “K-keep talking…”

“Hmm? What would you like to hear,” Komaeda’s voice dropped an octave as he dragged the name out, “Hi-na-ta-kun?”

A whimper was contained behind Hinata’s lips as he pressed his thighs together, a weak attempt to steady his building arousal. Komaeda smirked, knowing he’d hit the mark. The drug was making Hinata’s hearing sensitive, so every sound felt better than it was in reality. He couldn’t deny that he was feeling the same way, but right now there was only one sound he wanted to hear.

Komaeda kissed his temple, trailing light little kisses down Hinata’s jaw until he settled on a soft part of his neck, giving it a curious lick. The other boy writhed beneath him, practically begging Komaeda to do something. He sunk his teeth in, eliciting a high pitched whine from the other boy as he pushed himself even closer.

“Komaed-aaaaa!” Hinata squealed, hitching his leg around the other’s waist. Komaeda wrapped his arms around Hinata’s back, ensuring neither of them lost their balance in the process. He sucked at the irritated skin, occasionally grazing his teeth across the wound. Hinata seemed to be getting a lot of pleasure out of it, judging by the way he rubbed his crotch against the front of Komaeda’s jeans. Komaeda couldn’t deny that he was mimicking those motions himself.

“K-komaeda...I can’t- I can’t keep doing this…” Hinata huffed, seemingly out of breath.

Komaeda pulled away from the boy’s neck feeling a little disappointed. “Oh? Have you finally realised what worthless garbage I truly am?” He topped the sentence off with a little laugh, one that he intended to be dark but was just high and giggly.

“No! Not at all! You’re amazing Ko! You’re making me feel so,” Hinata gyrated his hips, moaning out the rest of his sentence, “ so good.”

Never did Komaeda expect that sentence to make him so flustered. He swallowed hard, attempting to regain his self-control so he didn't start fucking him right there on the dancefloor. “W-we should take this elsewhere…”

Hinata’s eyes lit up as if he were a little kid on Christmas. He slid his leg down off the other boy’s waist and let go of his hair before straightening up and tugging his fishnets back up his hips, acting all proper as if he hadn’t been dry-humping somebody moments ago. “Yes. That sounds...great.”

They shared a nod, then Komaeda wrapped his fingers around Hinata’s wrist and began to lead him through the crowd. Hinata could barely contain his excitement, grinning from ear to ear at the thought of spending more time with Komaeda, being touched, touching him. It all felt much too good. It would also be great to relieve the throbbing boner that was chafing against his underwear.

Komaeda pulled them from the dancefloor, more towards the back of the building. Hinata swore he saw a flash of pink hair as they passed the bar, but he concluded that it was probably just the strobe lights. Komaeda pushed open the door to the men’s restroom, and suddenly they were stood in a bright room trying to blink away the burn of the lights. Hinata whined and squeezed his eyes closed.

The taller boy pulled him into the very end stall, clicking the lock shut behind them. “Hinata-kun, c’mon, open your eyes…”

Hinata grumbled, slowly blinking and rubbing at his eyes as they adjusted to the foreign light. Despite still squinting he was able to actually get a good look at Komaeda now. He was paler than expected, and that cotton-candy coloured hair was actually a snow white. His eyes were a soft grey, well, what he could see past those blown pupils. Those thin lips were swollen and red from their passionate makeout. He was just as attractive without those neon lights.

Komaeda stared, shocked by what he was seeing before him. Not because Hinata looked different without the dark lights, or the large red hickey decorating his neck. He threaded his fingers into his own hair, making a wheezy little laughing sound.

He couldn’t believe it, Hinata’s pupils were quivering.

“Hmm? Do you like what you seeeee?” Hinata giggled, clearly appreciating the attention.

“Yes, it’s just, wow...we should do this before you get over your peak huh?”

“Peak?”

“Mhmm,” Komaeda leaned in close to Hinata’s ear, “right now your senses should be at their highest point.”

Ridiculously enough, Hinata’s knees immediately went weak upon hearing that seductive voice again. Komaeda took the opportunity to place his hands on Hinata’s hips and force his back into the wall, the cold tiles burning at his exposed waist.

They kissed again, but this time it was sloppy and desperate. Komaeda’s tongue in Hinata’s mouth, then Hinata’s tongue in Komaeda’s mouth. Drool dribbled down Komaeda’s chin when he lost focus for a moment whilst unbuttoning Hinata’s jeans.

Komaeda brought his hand to Hinata’s front and began to palm him slowly through his boxers. Hinata moaned into the kiss, leaning into Komaeda’s touch until he suddenly changed his mind. He brought his hand to the other boy’s wrist, pulling back.

“Wait wait wait...could you fuck me instead?” He whispered, voice low despite not possessing a hint of hesitation.

Komaeda chuckled. “Here? Seriously.”

Hinata was confused for a moment before he noted the lack of space in the toilet stall. Komaeda shifted slightly, drawing attention to the way his shoes kept sticking to the floor. On the stall door and walls graffiti told tales of unrequited love and scrawled phone numbers. Everything about this was so gross, so filthy, so obscene. But that only seemed to make it all the more appealing.

“Pleeeeease fuck me, Komaeda Nagito.”

Komaeda put up his hands in a defensive pose, desperately trying to keep a grip on things before both of them got too out of hand. “Hooooold on, do you even have a condom?”

“Uuuuuhhh…” Hinata patted his front pockets then his back pockets. Fortunately his wallet was still there, but- Wait, something crinkled in the other pocket.

He pulled out the offending object and held it between two fingers. It was a condom in shiny green packaging. He couldn’t help but giggle, of course Souda had planted it on him earlier. “How lucky.”

Komaeda smirked, almost as if he knew this was going to happen. “Well, since you asked so nicely and even have a condom, I guess I can’t say no can I?”

“Y-you can say no!” Hinata protested.

“I know, I’m just messing with you.” Komaeda winked, plucking the wrapper from Hinata’s hands and shoving in into his front pocket. “I’ve wanted this, wanted you, all night.”

If he wasn’t already feeling impossibly hot, Hinata would have gotten even hotter at those words. The sheer desperation dripping from his voice reminded him of his own poorly neglected erection. Komaeda wiggled his thumbs underneath the waistline of Hinata’s jeans and pulled them down, letting them sit about halfway down his thighs. He then looped his fingers into the elastic of the fishnets, pulling it back a little before letting it snap back against Hinata’s stomach.

Komaeda laughed at the way Hinata yelped. “God I would’ve loved to fuck you in just the stockings. Just look at the way they squeeze into your chubby little thighs! Soo cute, Hinata-kun…”

"You can fuck me in them next time, just pleeeeeeease hurry up!" Hinata whined, puffing his cheeks out to express his frustration.

"Next time? Well, that better be a promise." Komaeda smirked to himself as he pulled down the boy's stockings, leaving his underwear now completely exposed.

Komaeda crouched down to his knees, feeling a little performative with the way Hinata's eyes burned into him. He placed his hands on the boy's hips before bringing his mouth to the wet patch on the front his boxers. Perhaps he should warn Hinata that this was going to feel a lot better than he remembered…or not.

Hinata gasped, his fingers finding their way back into those curly white locks. This seemingly egged Komaeda on and he pressed his whole face against Hinata's crotch, taking in a deep breath.

"You smell really good…"

"Grooooss!! How perverted are you?" Hinata put on a chastising tone, but his intrigued expression was very much betraying him.

"Veeeeerry." Komaeda mumbled against Hinata's clothed cock, sending small vibrations along the skin.

He slid his hands back up, tugging down the waistband of Hinata’s boxers. The exposure of his hot dick against the cold air made a shiver go down his spine. Komaeda just gaped, in complete awe at how hard and wet he already was.

Komaeda stuck out his tongue and licked a long stripe from the base of Hinata’s cock to the trip, drawing out a long and high-pitched moan. Hinata couldn’t believe how fucking good it all felt. Komaedas breath hot on his dick, the texture of every single taste bud stimulating the sensitive skin, the fishnets digging into his thighs and the way Komaeda’s nails gently grazed over his hips. It was too much, especially now that the boy’s lips were teasing at the reddened head and sucking in such a lewd way.

“K-komaeda...I think I’m already going to come…” Hinata huffed, tugging at the hair of the boy below him.

Komaeda took his hands and mouth away. “C’mon Hinata-kun, at least try to keep it together.” He teased, despite wanting nothing more than for Hinata to completely lose his mind.

Hinata whined at the lack of contact, but he seemed to recover slightly as he panted and leaned further back against the wall. “It’s just...it’s really good.”

“It’s supposed to be. Ah, screw it, even I can’t wait. Turn around.” Komaeda murmured away to himself, beginning to undo the clasp of his belt. This action was followed by the undoing of the front of his jeans, then both his jeans and boxers being messily pushed down.

Oh! The carpet does match the drapes!

Unsurprisingly, Komaeda was just as hard as he was. Precome shimmered under the bright lights coating nearly the entire tip of his cock. He reached into his jeans pocket, pulling the condom packet out and tearing it open with ease. Carefully he pulled the object from the wrapper (which was swiftly shoved back into his pocket) and brought it to the head of his dick, pinching the little tip as he rolled the latex down the shaft. It was a translucent green colour…

Hinata didn’t realise he had been gawking until Komaeda let go of the tip and spun his finger in a little circle in the air, reminding him that he was asked to turn around. He nodded quickly and bit his lip, attempting to suppress the child-like excitement bubbling up in his chest as he pressed himself against the cool tiles.

Hinata stepped his lower half back a little from the wall, allowing his back to curve in a way Komaeda couldn't help but adore. To express this newfound adoration, he brought his hand down hard on Hinata's right ass cheek, relishing in both the debauched sound he made and the red handprint marring his skin.

“So meaaaan…” Hinata snivelled, sniffing away fake tears.

Komaeda giggled a little at the comment, tracing his index finger down between Hinata’s cheeks until he settled at his entrance. It was slightly lubed from what he had picked up off the condom, but definitely not well enough to cause Hinata no pain. He could only hope that the boy could handle it.

He pressed the finger in, finding there was little resistance. Somewhat relieved, Komeda added a second, an action that caused the Hinata to squeeze his eyes closed tightly and huff. “That burns…”

Komaeda planted his other hand on the wall and leaned in close to his shoulder, whispering as closely to his ear as he could. “It’s okay, you’re doing great.”

The next noise Hinata made was one of pleasure, likely from hearing Komaeda’s voice again. He took advantage of the opportunity and pushed his fingers deeper, separating them slowly as Hinata made another pained expression.

“You’re such a good boy, just open up for me please.”

Another moan, Komaeda spread his fingers fully, another cry of pain.

“Yes, yes, that’s it Hajime-kun.”

Hinata’s whole body shivered upon hearing his first name. He could see himself getting really addicted to this, but he wasn’t sure if he was referring to the MDMA pumping through his veins or the praise of the boy above him.

Komaeda’s fingers disappeared, leaving him feeling empty but not upset. It was a sign of more to come. Hinata felt his heart begin to race impossibly quick as the head of Komaeda’s cock rubbed up against him.

“T-this is going to hurt.” Komaeda murmured.

“Do it. Break me.”

The little self restraint Komaeda had left snapped immediately upon hearing those words. His hips jerked forward involuntarily, and with some guidance he was already pushing into the other boy much too quickly. Hinata keened, his voice breaking halfway through that loud cry and he was left making a quiet raspy sound.

His whole body was on fire. He could feel Komaeda’s cock throbbing inside him, so desperate to start moving. His heart was pounding in his ears, feeling as though it was matching the muffled 180bpm music blaring beyond the walls. Telling Komaeda to do that was clearly not the best decision he had made this evening...along with pretty much everything else.

“You’re so ridiculously hot Hinata-kun...I...I think I’m losing my mind…” Komaeda wheezed, laughing softly as his breath huffed hot against Hianta’s ear.

Hinata moaned again and rolled his hips back onto Komaeda, he was getting antsy, he needed more. The pain didn’t matter, not compared to the urgent need to be touched and burn off this excess energy. “I stand by what I said, please, don’t hold back. I need more, Nagito.”

That was motivating enough for Komaeda, who moved his hips back before snapping them forwards. It didn’t hurt so much this time, in fact, it was actually starting to feel good. Komaeda nestled his head into the crook oh Hinata’s shoulder, smiling wide as he brushed his lips against his neck.

“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”

Hinata nodded, pressing his lips together tightly as he felt a drop of sweat roll down his forehead.

Komaeda thrust into the boy beneath him roughly, relishing in the whimpering sound he made along with the slap of skin on skin. “Whore.”

Hinata resented the way his dick twitched upon hearing that word. “Wh-whore…?”

“Hm? That’s what you are, aren’t you? You come to a club, you ditch your friends to go do drugs then get fucked by a random stranger. I’d say that’s some pretty whorish behaviour.”

Oh shit, Komaeda wasn’t wrong. He’d completely forgotten about Sou-

Komaeda thrust into him again, stealing the air from Hinata’s lungs. An intense pleasure shocked through his body and he gasped, shuddering with a moan upon the exhale. He swore his vision went black for a moment as all coherent thought was completely wiped from his brain. “H-holy shit…”

“Easy to please, too.” Komaeda grinned and he could hear it.

Komaeda placed a hand on his waist and finally started fucking him with an actual pace, something Hinata didn’t expect himself to be grateful for. He moaned unashamedly, fingers clawing at the tiles frantically for something to ground him; secure him in a hold that wasn’t just Komaeda’s. How did he even have this much control over his actions right now?!

“So pathetic. I bet you never thought things would end up like this, did you?” Komaeda whispered in that irresistible voice of his.

Hinata’s only response was to moan louder.

“Answer the question, Hajime.”

“N-ah! No! I-I di- hah- didn’t!”

A hand slid up his side, tickling the sensitive skin as he brushed over it. It felt as if fireworks burst under every spot Komaeda’s fingers touched, making him tremble all over. It was too much, too much, he’s so so hot. Even the tears on his cheeks weren’t helping at all to alleviate that heat in his face.

“It’s- hah- It’s so cute how worked up you are.” Komaeda’s composure dropped for a moment as he moaned right in Hinata’s ear. If Hinata could have broken right there, he would’ve.

Komaeda noticed the way Hinata’s muscles clenched around him upon hearing him moan. It was amusing and devastating all at once. Even if he tried to pretend it wasn’t, the ecstasy was still making his senses overwhelmingly strong. Instead of continuing to tease the boy, it would be better to let his actions push him over the edge. He quickened the pace of his hips, thrusting rather messily as he stopped suppressing the obscene sounds coming from his mouth.

Hinata’s brain was going haywire, soaking in everything at once to the point of overstimulation. The sensation of the smooth tiles against his hot cheek, the fingers lightly grazing his chest, the sweat dripping down his back, the loud moans of the boy in his ear, the hair tickling at his neck, the physical presence of Komaeda above him, the head of his cock grazing against Hinata’s prostate, the feeling of his balls hitting his taint with every thrust that signified he had taken the entirety of Komaeda’s-

Hinata screamed.

Komaeda wasn’t sure to be flattered or concerned. The other boy convulsed beneath him, making a sound somewhere between a sob and a moan. He was coming already after all that teasing? That's no fair.

Hinata’s knees gave out beneath him, which would have put both of them on the floor had Komaeda not wrapped his arms around the boy’s midsection. They were both wheezing and panting heavily, to the point that Komaeda didn’t even have the breath to tell him to snap out of it. He pressed Hinata harder into the wall to force him to stay up as he kept thrusting.

The boy beneath him near squealed as his overstimulated dick burned against the cold tiles Hinata couldn't tell if he was in pain because everything felt too good, much too good. His body only craved more of that stimulation, more touch more movement more sound. "M-more…"

If Komaeda was capable of coherent thought at this point, he would have definitely stopped to question it. But his thoughts were filled with one thing, Hinata, and how fucking good it felt being inside him. Either Kuzuryuu had supplied him pills cut with viagra, or Hinata was a fucking monster.

Hinata nodded, laughing a little as he looked down and realised he was still just as hard as before. "K-keep going…it hurts."

“Hinata-kun...hah- Hajime. ” Komaeda moaned, bringing both of his hands down to cling to Hinata’s hips and he pounded into him without abandon.

Hinata was completely pressed to the wall now, crying as his face was forced into the tiles. Every time Komaeda pushed back into him his body shuddered as pain and pleasure rippled through. There was no chance to push Komaeda away, he felt so light and weak, muscles completely surrendering as he whimpered against the tiles.

“I love you, I love you so much Hajime-kun!”

“I- hiii- I love you too, aha, Nagito…”

The logical part of his brain knew that that was wrong. How could he love somebody who he just met? But the logical part of his brain couldn't talk, and all he knew was that this kind of intimacy was loving, anybody who would touch Hinata was somebody he loved.

Komaeda giggled, his voice raising into a high pitched whine as he began to chant Hinata’s name. “You’re so good Hajime-kun! Hajime-kun Hajime-kuuuun!!!”

His thrusts became more erratic as he dug his nails into Hinata’s skin. He was so so so close he just needed a little bit more and he could-

“N-nagito!” Hinata wailed. “That hurts!!”

Koameda came with a loud cry, riding out his orgasm with slowed movements. Hinata was bawling now, snivelling and whimpering with small sounds that almost could’ve been Komaeda’s first name. The boy above him burned with shame as he realised he’d just come to Hinata crying his name and he liked it.

He pulled out of Hinata, then yanked up the boy’s underwear and sat him on the toilet seat, waiting for him to ride out the vertigo from his sensory overload. His tears had seemingly weaned off just from being sat down with nothing to touch him. Hinata stared with a blank expression, small sobs occasionally leaving his throat as Komaeda begun to clean himself up.

He pulled off the condom and tied it at the end, dropping it in the box designated for sharp waste, not that it was sharp waste, but rather it was convenient. Komaeda then tucked himself back into his boxers, pulling them and his jeans back up to where they sat on his hips previously before doing up the fly. Hinata made a whiny little noise, suddenly being brought back to earth. Komaeda knelt down in front of the toilet, bringing his hand up to the boy’s cheek. “Hey, are you okay?”

Hinata nodded. For some reason he was expecting the ecstasy to completely wear off once he came, but of course it didn’t. He still felt light and giggly, but even more so now that he was completely exhausted. “H-how can you still be moving…?”

“I’ve done this a few times before.” Komaeda smiled, before realising the implications of his words. “Ah, not having sex in a public bathroom, but MDMA.”

Hinata responded with a sound of acknowledgement.

Komaeda eyed his clothed erection. “I’m surprised you’re still hard after all of that. Would you like me to do something about it?”

Hinata shook his head. It was understandable, his nerves were probably on fire right now.

“Here, stand up so I can clean the cum off your stomach.” Komaeda stood up, extending an arm to the other boy.

He took it graciously, his knees stuttering a little as Komaeda hauled him to his feet. He flushed bright red upon remembering that they had been having very loud very public sex just moments ago. “That was....really good.”

Komaeda nodded, ripping some toilet paper off the roll, before bringing it to Hinata’s exposed belly. It tickled a bit, so he looked away to distract himself, only to stare directly at the white fluid that was dripping down the tiles now. God he was so disgusting.

“Oh, it got on your shirt too. Sorry…” Komaeda murmured, wiping that down as well.

“It’s f-fine, I’ll just wash it before g-giving it back to Souda.” Hinata stuttered out.

Komaeda snorted. “You sure Souda-kun’s gonna want it back?”

“Y-you’re a dick.” Hinata grumbled, punching the other boy’s shoulder lightly.

Komaeda seemed content with his job, kissing a soft reassuring kiss to Hinata’s cheek as he tossed the soiled paper into the toilet. He grabbed another bunch to clean up Hinata’s mess on the wall, which only made the boy feel more embarrassed.

“So what’s your plan now, Hinata-kun?” Komaeda asked the question without even turning to look at him. “Are you going to head back to the dancefloor or are you wiped?”

“I’m fucking wiped. But...I- I really want to keep going!” Hinata sighed, examining the damage to his shirt.

“In what sense?”

“Um, I wanna keep enjoying this...I guess? Going home alone to sleep just sounds like a waste…”

“Oh!” Komaeda spun around to look at Hinata. “I should’ve mentioned it earlier, but you’ll probably have a hard time getting to sleep.”

“Oh, great, that’s exciting!” Despite the remark being obviously sarcastic, the tone of Hinata’s voice didn’t quite express that. “Well, what do you plan to do?”

“Go home alone and try to go to sleep.”

“Oh.”

The silence between them stretched out for way too long, it was even more uncomfortable because Hinata couldn’t stop making these awkward giggly noises. Komaeda finished cleaning up and tossed the other bit of soiled paper into the toilet before flushing it.

Hinata suddenly broke the silence with a question. “Do you wanna come to my place and cuddle?”

Komaeda broke out into a loud cackle, one that made Hinata’s heart ache from the supposed rejection. “Oh Hinata-kun, please don’t toy with my feelings like that! We couldn’t do such a thing after I...defiled you in that way.”

“Huh?! What are you talking about?” Hinata pouted, grabbing his stockings and pulling them up. “C’mon it’s a good idea! Neither of us would have to be alone and we can still enjoy the high!”

Komaeda shook his head. “Why would you want to do something so intimate with somebody like me?”

“Because I like you! Is that not evident by the fact I let you fuck me in the ass?!” Hinata snapped in frustration.

A snort came from one of the other stalls. Hinata bit his tongue and pulled up his jeans, avoiding meeting the other’s gaze. Komaeda also looked incredibly sheepish as he did up his own belt. The two of them waited for whoever was in there to be done, wash their hands and leave before speaking again.

“What’s up with that scar on your abdomen?”

“Oh this?” Komaeda traced his finger over a small line near his navel. “Funny story actually, you remember that guy I mentioned earlier who overdosed?”

“Yeah?”

“I refused to pay his medical bills so he stabbed me!”

Hinata was shocked, but also not surprised as he laughed softly. “That’s terrible Komaeda!”

Komaeda seemed to find it even funnier than he did. “You’re telling me! That was the second time I’ve been stabbed here!”

The pieces clicked together in Hinata’s mind. Of course the guy who got stabbed twice at Hope’s Summit was the one he’d fallen for. It only made some stupid sense. He slapped his palm into his forehead and giggled. “Okay, you’re definitely coming home with me, I need to hear more about this.”

Komaeda sighed in defeat. “I’ll come home with you, sure. But you’re going to regret it.”

“I won’t.” Hinata reached up and ruffled Komaeda’s hair, eliciting a smile from the other boy as he pushed the stall door open.

Hinata blinked his bleary eyes open. He was hot, sweaty, and feeling incredibly heavy. A mess of white hair lay upon his chest, drooling onto his left pec. He groaned, slowly reaching over to the highstand on his left to grab his phone without waking the sleeping Komaeda.

5:19pm

29 / 4 / 2020

37 Missed calls from Souda Kazuichi

#Danganronpa #Ficgiri #Hinata Hajime #komahina #komaeda nagito

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groovegalaxxxy5 · 3 years

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The Art School AU nobody asked for

I’ve had this idea for an emercury AU fic kicking around in my head for a while now, but I have so many other projects on my plate rn and nowhere near enough time or energy to write it. So instead I’m just gonna post all the deets in the hopes that one day I’ll be able to come back and actually do something with it.

Emercury Art School AU Summary:

“Emerald Sustrai may have managed to get into the dance program at one of the most prestigious art schools on Remnant, but she has one big issue – after just one year of study, she’s barely managing to stay afloat even with two part-time jobs and her grades have been suffering for it. Fortunately for her, her school offers extra credit to any students who are cast in the school’s yearly exhibition performance. Unfortunately, this year’s production’s theme is “passion” and the only spot up for audition for sophomores in the dance program is for a couples’ dance performance based on said theme.

Enter one Mercury Black—a fellow dance student with a reputation unsavory enough to overshadow his considerable talent, and quite possibly the last person on Remnant Emerald would ever want to work with…He also happens to literally be the only other person she can find to pair up with her for the show. Somehow, improbably, the unlikely duo actually make a pretty good team once they finally start to work out their differences, but as they perfect their routine for the big audition, Emerald finds herself in a whole new predicament: She may have set out to steal the show, but if she’s not careful she might just end up getting her heart stolen in the process...”

So yeah…as you can see, the basic premise is that Em and Merc are classmates at this school for the arts, but both of them are having trouble earning passing marks in this one foundation course they both need to graduate—Emerald because she is completely on her own and has to work a lot to pay for her living expenses and studio fees and stuff even though she has a pretty decent scholarship, and Mercury because he keeps really odd hours and misses class quite a bit for unexplained reasons. Noticing that she’s struggling even though she is a gifted dancer, one of Emerald’s teachers suggests that she try out for the big show that their school puts on every school year, since anyone who makes the cut receives a bunch of extra credit and each faculty also gives a grant to the students who they judge to have put on one of the top three best performances. The problem is, there are only a limited number of spots up for audition for each graduating year of each concentration course due to time and resource restraints, and this year’s 2nd year dance spot happens to be billed as a couples’ performance.

Emerald hits up everybody she can think of, but they're all too busy or can't commit to the project for other reasons. Pretty much out of options at that point, she’s just about ready to give up when she has a chance encounter with a classmate, one Mercury Black, after school. Through some sort of clerical error they managed to book the exact same practice studio for exactly the same time, and since they both really need the extra practice time and neither one is willing to back down, they end up sharing the room for a few hours. When they do, Emerald is really surprised to find out that Mercury is actually a really talented dancer, she just never noticed before because even though they have some classes together he comes in very irregularly. After a long, sleepless night contemplating doing something really, really ill-advised, she ends up approaching him at school the next day to propose that they team up and audition for the big show together since they appear to both be failing the same class and need the credit really bad, and to her surprise he agrees rather easily.

Thus, the two of them become reluctant accomplices. However, once they start working out the choreography together, they just can’t seem to see eye-to-eye on anything, which doesn’t bode very well for their performance considering that it’s supposed to embody the show’s theme. Emerald is more of a ballet dancer, while Mercury is more of a street dancer, having started out with breaking and had almost zero classical training before starting school. After a while (with a lot of practice and a LOT of unsolicited intervention from their nosy friends) our two favorite mayhem children finally start to bond and find some common ground, and naturally, lighthearted romantic hijinks ensue and sparks fly between the unlikely duo as they struggle to cooperate and put together a passionate couples’ dance good enough to get into the final production.

The Supporting Cast:

Em’s peeps -- Cinder (in the class above, sort of her mentor and was the one who encouraged her to apply to school in the first place), Weiss (met in freshman year, in the same ballet, jazz and contemporary classes this year, snarking buddies), Blake (ended up in most of the same classes together this year), Coco (upperclassman in the design course, loves dressing Em in different outfits and often forces her to stand in as a house model for her when she needs to work late into the night to meet a deadline)

Merc’s peeps -- Sun (met in class in freshman year, breaking and sparring buddies), Neptune (met thru Sun, in pop class together this year), Scarlet (ditto), Blake (in a few classes together, waits tables at the same diner where he works), Yang (met at a stunt training camp the Summer of freshmen year, waits tables at the same restaurant, fellow gym rat and occasional sparring partner)

Salem -- Headmistress of the most prestigious arts school on Remnant; has a bitter love-hate (mostly hate) relationship with her ex

Oz -- The headmistress’ ex-husband who runs a very successful Circe du Soleil type show and recruits a lot of his performers from her graduating classes

Glinda -- Chair of the dance department; Contemporary and ballroom dance instructor; is so so weary of her faculty’s incessant bickering

Winter -- Ballet instructor; came up in a rigid traditional Atlesian ballet school and generally looks down on all the other dancing disciplines and their instructors (”What they do can BARELY be described as dancing”); wishes the dance department were as disciplined as the music department

Qrow -- Jazz and tap dance instructor; doesn’t think that what his sister does really counts as actual dancing; jazz hands, rain hands and double dream hands and he’s dead serious about em

Raven -- Acrobatic and contortion instructor; thinks jazz hands look really stupid, just like Qrow and his corny, goofy ass dancing; was actually trained extensively in traditional Mistralian Highlands step dancing from childhood alongside her brother and used to perform internationally before switching disciplines

Tai Yang -- Hip-hop and pop dance instructor; specializes in pop and lock; Raven's ex; constantly catching strays from Qrow and Raven’s feud; just happy to still have a job tbh

Arthur & Tyrian -- Co-chairs of the theater department; Arthur teaches classical acting and Tyrian teaches method acting and they both think the other doesn’t teach “real acting”; somehow their department is actually really popular and all the students love the yearly musical theater production, which is the only time they ever seem to agree on anything

Hazel -- Long-suffering theater production instructor; works really hard to keep things running smoothly in the background despite the department heads' antics; hates the headmistress’s ex with a burning passion

Ironwood -- Chair of the music department; runs his department like a well-oiled machine and has put the fear of god into all his students; has won the national marching band championships seven years running

All the other students are in various departments at their school—e.g. Ruby plays the sax, Yang and Jaune are both acting majors, Oscar plays the cello, Nora and Ren play the tuba and the erhu respectively, Pyrrha is a triple threat etc.

A bunch of random plot points:

-Merc, Em and their friends are all in the same foundation classes together and the two of them start off vaguely aware of one another mostly owing to the fact that all their friends are friends, but they don’t really know each other (…or DO they??? *DUN DUNNN DUNNNNN*)

-Most of the faculty at their school can’t stand each other and the different departments have been engaged in bitter rivalries for years but somehow they all work really well together because at the end of the day they’re all professionals who are good at their jobs

-All of their friends are convinced that they’re secretly dating or hooking up at the very least, because they suddenly start hanging around each other a lot, holing up in the practice studio together until all hours of the night and showing up school at the same time the next morning and are constantly snipping at each other whenever they interact. Merc’s squad is actually v supportive and (against his wishes) are doing their very best to try and help their boy lay down the mac (Sun: “Hey Merc! Thanks for letting me drive the convertible last weekend!😉👍”) , even though they all generally acknowledge that he’s way out of his league and is headed down the path to utter destruction. Meanwhile, Em’s friends are pretty appalled by her abysmally low standards (Weiss: “Emerald, you’re dating down....WAY down.🙁”) and think that shes going thru some kind of self-destructive phase or something. They’re convinced she’s about to have her life absolutely ruined by that one smirky fuccboi type from their grade who has super sus habits and “reeks of criminality” (also Weiss).

-Almost everybody including most of his friends are convinced that Mercury is doing something really, really shady for cash on the low because he keeps super odd hours, misses class a lot and is always showing up with all these bizarre, unexplained injuries. In reality, Em finds out that it’s all because he’s been training as a stunt-man outside of school and works a lot of weird hours at his part-time job so that he can pay off his prosthetics, finance his extra courses and pay for his own living expenses, etc. Although he actually was involved in some serious criminal activity in the past, he’s been trying his best to stay on the straight and narrow ever since he finally cut ties with his scumbag dad, and now just works a lot of nights and weekends as a short order cook at the local greasy spoon.

-Once Mercury realizes that Emerald is like...constantly on the brink of starvation because she’s a destitute vagabond baby but has too much pride to ask for help, he starts subtly bringing her leftovers from work, which she grudgingly accepts (because he owes her for putting him onto the whole extra credit thing, so it’s not really charity...definitely NOT because she is extremely susceptible to offerings of food and her partner also happens to be a surprisingly good cook).

-Cinder is in the year above them and has known Emerald since they were in the foster system together as kids. She’s a prodigy at ballet and also a very accomplished acrobat and contortionist (as in, like, can easily shoot an arrow into a bullseye with just her feet while her legs are bent backwards all the way over the top of her head and stuff). At some point she sits in on one of Em and Merc’s rehearsal sessions and ends up dragging the hell out of them both for being way too stiff and exhibiting almost zero chemistry despite the “obnoxiously obvious sexual tension” between them. She basically ends up barking directions at them until they alter their choreo a bunch and finally start to look somewhat like an actual couple ("For fuck's sake... Lift her like she's the most precious thing you've ever laid eyes on and you're about to make sweet love to her, you idiot, not like she's a frigging sack of potatoes you're bringing home to peel!!!" "This man is supposed to be the moon to your stars...if you don't loosen up and melt into his arms like your soul is on fire, I will flip ALL this shit over and burn this wretched studio to the ground with both of you trapped inside!!!" ), after which things gradually start to get all awkward and messy between them because they start thinking about one another differently.

-They get into a bunch of compromising situations by virtue of the fact theatre and dance people are just kinda naked a lot and don’t care. At various points in the story their friends will walk in on the two of them in some sort of really eyebrow raising situation, get the complete wrong idea and run away, which in turn makes the two of them start to feel awkward as hell toward each other.

-Coco forces them to wear matching outfits that she made just for their performance.

-Their act ends up being this spicy contemporary couples’ dance that incorporates a lot of elements of acrobatic dance, breaking and ballet, essentially blending together both of their unique dance backgrounds.

This story idea has absolutely nothing to do with canon and Remnant is a lot like modern-day Earth with some exceptions, so there are no semblances etc. There’s no antagonist; in fact everyone around them is generally supportive and wants them to succeed--the main conflict comes from Emerald and Mercury only having three brain cells between them and not being used to caring about someone else in a lovey-dovey sort of way. I got the idea when I was watching dance videos online and started remembering all those cheesy dance-themed teen movies from the 90’s and early 2000’s. It’s pretty much just a wholesome little meet-cute/will-they-won’t-they type school romance in that same vein, where Em and Merc are forced to team up out of necessity, start to fall for each other and then have to deal with all the awkwardness that ensues...all with a bunch of help from their extremely eccentric, meddling-ass friends who are all convinced that the two of them are either already dating or about to be and are trying to keep them both from getting their hearts broken lol

Whew! Guess that’s about it for now...I’d like to try and flesh this one out more and maybe even publish it as a legit fic one day, but first I’ve gotta get back to work on *signal lost*

#rwby #emercury #emerald sustrai #mercury black #fic ideas

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ficsnroses · 4 years

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Friends With Benefits Part 5 - Keanu Reeves x Reader

Chapter V - “There Is No Place I End, And You Begin”

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Word Count : 4.3K

Warnings : Definitely NSFW, Oral Sex, giving and receiving. Some fluff.

Series Summary : What happens when two, lonely friends start seeing and confiding in each other for sex? A tricky friends with benefits love story, when feelings get in the way.

A/N : Hi all! So sorry for the technical issues yesterday. Welcome to the halfway point! (Of course, unless I decide I need to add more plot points, which would extend the series..). I’m sorry I haven’t updated this fic in like a month, but I will try my best to update more regularly for the remainder of the chapters. The *real* drama should be starting next chapter, so enjoy the ease while it lasts. Thanks for reading 🖤

The window by Y/N’s kitchen had been left slightly ajar, allowing a fresh, cool breeze to ballet through the room. The blaring sound of distant sirens could be heard, and although her apartment had been located on the 11th floor, the sound of cars maneuvering, and city life thriving below them could be perceived, the melody of the rain dancing on the pavement below tying it all together, in a big pretty bow.

As Keanu sat on the kitchen barstool, Y/N had now taken her place straddling his thigh, her petite, gentle hands soothing his chest, her lips attached to his as her tongue begged for entrance to him. As he ran his rough hands up and down her hips, his gruff voice whispered.

“Are you sure? Tonight?” his eyes were compassionate. Normally, when Y/N and he were together, whether that was to be intimate, or to just hang out, they almost never rushed into the deed so quick. Tonight, he had come to Y/N’s apartment because he was worried about her. He cared about her, and her distance from this past week wasn’t sitting well deep within him. This past week, had made him realize, just how important Y/N really was. How crucial of a part of his life she had become. Are friends with benefits really supposed to have that effect?

The rain outside seems to quicken, pitter patter falling,

sizzling,

drumming on the roof.

Y/N’s eyes glanced down for a moment, as she takes in a shaky breath. Her gaze is lowered, her hands still on his chest.

What was she doing?

She wasn’t necessarily in the mood tonight, she had had a tougher week than normal, equipped with keeping herself away from Keanu. She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t asked herself why she’d been remote, away from Keanu this past week.

She knew she didn’t want to. Not one bit.

But it seemed as if it was for the best. She couldn’t do that to him, to herself. The world thought they were together, had been together for a while.

But they weren’t.

It was just sex. It was just intimacy. It was just the feeling of feeling something. The feeling of not being alone.

She knew, she recognised darn well, that if things continued the way they did, if they kept seeing each as this pair of best friends, doing things together, doing duo, couple like things together, she wouldn’t be able to help herself. She’d fall hard for him. In the deepest form of love, she perhaps would have ever felt in her life. She just couldn’t do that to herself. Not when he didn’t feel the same.

And how could she not?

How could she not fall in love with the man who had made her feel like she belonged somewhere? Made her feel appreciated, listened to her, really cared for her? Of course, the title they had gave their relationship, they bond they’d made, was special. Whatever it was, whatever the terms were, it was special.

How could she not fall in love with the man who she had been sleeping with?

She was his emission from the realm of reality. His escape from the world that expected so much from him, but gave him so little. The world that loved him for the superhuman, godly figure he was, but knew so little of just how isolated he felt. How quarantined, alone he felt in a crowd of a thousand.

But she was, his friends with benefits. She was his fuck buddy. Nothing more. And if that’s what their relationship was, if that’s all it was ever meant to be, she was going to be the fucking best at it.

“Yes, I’m sure. Why are you being so…I don’t know, cautious? Today.” She sighs, fingers working at the buckle of his belt. His hands are still clasped on her waist, kneading in every now and then. The fact that she was dressed in those delicious shorts didn’t help his growing bulge.

“I don’t know. Just wanted to be sure.” His voice rasps, hooded eyes watching her hands that have skillfully undone his belt in seconds, pulling out his half hard member. His breath hitches in his throat, as she grips him, giving a few sensual tugs. She falls to her knees, delicate fingers toying with him, grazing up and down his shaft. As she flattens her tongue, barely running it over his tip, she feels him throb in her mouth.

He relaxes back in the chair, her hands have planted themselves on his copious thighs, tongue lapping him, swirling just the tip. His head falls back in a moan, her name slipping from his mouth, in a whisper. She takes him deeper, both hands now wrapping around his base.

She’s painfully slow, a mistress of pace, perfectly delightful as she bobs him, his cock prominent veins pulsing. He can’t help but bring a hand to tangle in her hair, brushing it back, gently guiding her up and down on his erection.

“That’s it, just like that.” Keanu lowly groans, eyes fluttering in and out of consciousness. The sounds her sinful lips are making, the suction, the slurps, could make any man fall weak. Every now and then, she lets out a hum, the vibrations against his cock, shoved deep inside her mouth, making him feel so unholy. She could have any man at her mercy, but she chose him. He often wondered if she knew just how much of a luxury she really was.

With an abrupt pop, she lets him out of her mouth, sinful eyes glaring up to connect with his own brown orbs. She shifts forward, placing a hand on his chest. Biting her lip, she speaks, assertive.

“I want you to do something for me.” Her gaze is strong; she’s not breaking eye contact. Her nail brushes ever so slightly over his bare thigh, tapping suggestively.

He nods. “Yeah?”

She lifts her hands to place them on his chest, grabbing a fistful of his shirt. Her eyes have almost gone darker than before.

“I want you to fuck my mouth. How ever you want.”

Keanu’s eyes grow slightly wide, he’s taken back. Y/N’s never asked him to do anything like this before. Sure, they’ve been on the rougher side before, but never like this. Never when she was trying to please just him.

“Y/N, you know I can’t do that to you.” He empathizes, grabbing her shoulder lightly.

“Yes you can. I want it.” She argues. “Please.” Her fingers barely toy with his hand.

Keanu hesitates, contemplating. It would be heavenly to have his cock shoved down her throat, thrusting as he pleases into her mouth, at his pace, his liking. Just the thought of how unbelievable tight she would be, how snug, how warm, made him grow harder by the second, almost painfully. But that would be using her, and he didn’t know if he could do that. It didn’t feel right.

“Please.” She reiterates.

She didn’t know where this yearn, this crave to please him was coming from. Was she trying to establish something? She didn’t know. All she knew, was that making him feel good, showing him how good she could be to him, was the only thought hazing her mind.

Keanu wavers, ultimately giving in to her. If she really wanted to, he’d do it. He knew he’d never hurt her. He could promise himself that for sure.

Raising himself off the kitchen stool, Keanu’s eyes stay focused on the floor, his calloused hands shuffling his pants further down his thighs to allow himself freer, more loose. Y/N helps him, situating his pants to pool at his feet, the belt buckle hitting the floor with a thud. Eyes concentrated on him, she takes hold of his cock, guiding it into her mouth, placing his other hand on the back of her head. His head throws back again with the sensation of her wrapped around him, cheeks hallowed.

She takes his other hand and places it on her cheek, urging him to conduct her back and fourth. He begins slow, thrusting in and out at a leisurely pace, going shallow. His hips move, he can hear incoherent gags coming from her throat, trifling moans tumbling as he picks up the pace, going deeper in. Letting out a few obscenities, he’s unable to control. The pleasure of her hot breath, her warm, soaking tongue gliding across his cock, her jaw loosening to take more and more, it was a pure form of bliss, pushing him into oblivion.

“You okay, baby?” he asks into thin air, eyes clasped shut, groping both sides of her face tight as he’s still thrusting in and out of her mouth. Her hands have grasped the backs of his thighs, completely at his mercy. She attempts a nod, practically beginning to choke on his cock as his thrust become more demanding by the moment.

Keanu is going deeper, profound, hitting the back of her throat each time. Her eyes have begun to burn, streams of tears pooling in her pupils, spilling down her cheeks. She’s gagging more now, her mouth stretched to accommodate almost all of him pouring into her.

“Tell me to stop.” Keanu’s coarse voice almost huffs, watching how well she’s taking him. He’s never done this before, with any other woman, and no other woman has ever taken him this vulnerable. Yet, she urges him to keep thrusting, gently nudging the back of his thighs, the sound of slickness filling the room. He looks down at her, using his thumbs to wipe across the tears streaming down her cheeks. She can feel him twitching, pulsating, throbbing in her mouth, she hallows harder, sucking firmer, lapping as much as she can.

“Can I go deeper, sweetheart?” Keanu barely manages to utter, moans laced with each word. She nods, loosening her jaws further. She knows he wont last long – she’s tasted syrupy droplets of pre cum seep down her throat.

He shudders as his cock moves further down her throat, the tightness unlike anything he’s experienced before. He was close, and he was going to come hard. His hands begin to tremble, shockwaves of pleasure erupting through each and every vein in his body as he comes abruptly, groaning, blaring, rich, milky strings of cum shooting their way, cascading, flowing down her throat. She gags hard, the sensation and impact unlike anything she’s felt before. His load is heavy, sliding down as she attempts to catch her breath. The taste of him is always a treat regardless, a velvety symphony of succulence. A delicacy.

She feels a mess, her eyes wet, lips seeping what he’s left behind, the corners of her profane mouth dripping with his release, droplets of drool. He falls out of her, returning flaccid, huffing, chest rising and falling in harmony. Falling back on the stool, he endeavours to catch his breath.

“You got another one in you?” she proposes, wiping away at her mouth. Keanu looks down at her, his eyes laced with lust, watching the way she was still on her knees, his release visible on the corners of her plump lips. He brings his stocky thumb down, wiping over her mouth, trailing his hand down, stopping at her wrist. He tugs gently, raising himself off the chair.

Navigating the halls of her apartment effortlessly, he leads her to her bedroom, a place he’d been countless times. With a shut of the door, he guides her to the bed, tugging lightly at the hem of her shirt. She discards, tossing it somewhere near her pillows. With his bulky hand, he gently pushes her back, to lay on the bed, where he takes his place between her legs, fingers already gliding down her shorts and underwear as she raises her hips.

Trailing a few kisses to her hipbone, lowering to her inner thighs, his tongue leaves wet marks, the sounds already so sultry. He uses his fingers to spread her folds, pressing a quick kiss to her clit, licking his lips, seeing how drenched she was for him.

She lets out a quiet moan, hand wandering down to grasp his brunette locks,

Hauling,

Pulling,

his tongue expertly licking a long stride down her folds. He’s buried himself in between, lapping at her nectar, the stifling moans escaping her lips helping him erect again. He begins by warming her up, lips leaving wet kisses where ever he pleased, finger lazily, gently tracing slow circles on her clit.

He knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s experienced, to say the least.

The sound of him eating her out fills the room, the slickness so suggestive, each kiss, each feverish lap of his tongue dancing her clit so sexy. He flattens his tongue to cover more area, flicking it fast to give her the best sensation of him making her feel so good He spreads her wider with his fingers, licking her entrance, swirling his tongue in circular motions on her prominently swollen nub.

He moans against her clit, making sure to ghost his hands over her inner thighs, knowing how well it turns her on for him.

“Feel good?” he asks, a hoarse undertone from his deep voice.

She nods, hips bucking, closer into his mouth. Drifting both hands down now, her fingers roam the full head of raven locks he hosts. Attempts to push him in closer are conveyed, although unsuccessful, wanting to feel each and every inch of his lips on her sensitivity.

“I’m close, Keanu.” She whimpers under his touch, eyes rolling back as she tugs on his hair, one hand grasping the silken bed sheets tight. He pulls back, grinning at the look on her face, so desperate for release. He brings his fingers to glide over her folds, letting all the wetness coat his fingers, his thumb giving her one last intimate touch as he circles it skilfully, so capably.

A frown appears on her lips, watching how he’s left her center, giving himself a few tugs, preparing to take her.

Leaning up, he explores into the bedside drawer, where they undoubtedly kept protection. Slipping on his fully erect self, he hovers over her.

“Ready, love?” he confirms, lining himself up with her entrance.

She nods, situating her hands on his shoulders for support. She feels an emptiness between her legs, her center throbbing, so anxious to get the release he hadn’t given her a few moments ago. She knows she won’t last long; the bulk of the work had already been done.

Keanu stops, staring at her facial features, he stares her right in her striking, stunning eyes.

She wasn’t wearing much makeup at all, perhaps just some concealer or so to brighten up her eyes, although even that had majorly creased off from their exertion.

Yet still, there was a glow to her, something so uniquely Y/N, so familiar. Comforting to say the least.

She furrows her brows when he doesn’t move, nose scrunching. Placing her hands on his ass, she gently pushes, urging him to thrust. “What are you waiting for?” she whispers, demanding.

“Nothing, sorry.” He stutters, still not breaking eye contact. He had an urn to just stare at her, right now. Everything she was, in front of him.

With a shake of his head, he snaps himself out of the trance, slowly guiding himself into her, the first few inches of his girth stretching her walls, both their breaths shaking at the contact. She clenches around him, sighing in sweet, sweet relief, legs trembling from how well he was already pounding her, seconds in.

He had given her so little time to adjust, the pain only adding to the immense pleasure. A feeling of fullness, so fierce creeps, so ready to burst, her release already near from where his mouth had left off. His cock is twitching, pulsing inside her, letting her know he’d be short as well this round. He watches as her firm breasts bounce back and fourth to his pace, so beautifully rhythmic.

Glancing between them, he catches glimpse of his cock glistening with her slickness, each motion of his hips, balls practically slamming against her core each time, the sound of skin slapping skin filling their enthralling ears.

“You’re…you’re so…wet..” he chokes out, eyes closed, hands planted firmly on her hips as he thrusts at a demanding pace. “Fuck, Y/N.” He’s grunting, exiting her fully each time, hearing her whimpers and yelps so loud at the sensation. She pulls him closer, arms how huddling around his neck, fingers massaging through the back of his hair.

“You did this, you’re so good with your mouth, with your cock, you make me feel so good..” her breath hitches in her throat at a particularly hard thrust. “Every single time.” she finishes, teeth clenching. She groans, her body so voluptuous, legs unconsciously spreading further to accommodate him. She feels a burn in her pit, pleasure building up her body.

He was a lot bigger than her, a strong, assertive, rough man, yet felt so delicate in her arms in that moment. So tantalisingly delicate. So exposed, vulnerable. So close. The quiet moans that leave his lips aren’t helping.

“I’m almost there, Ke. Don’t stop, please.” She begs, biting her lip, as he buries his head in between the dip of her cleavage, her breasts providing a safe harbour for him as he pours the last of his rough thrusts into her, shaking her entire body with the immense force.

“Let go for me, baby.” His coarse voice grumbles, rocking and rolling his hips perfectly to hit her in that perfect, tender stop each time. He knew her weak points so well, so expertly working each nerve in her, able to make her unravel for him so effortlessly. Reaching down between them, he rubs his thumb over her sensitive bud. He looks between them, down, at himself sliding in and out at such a demanding pace. His cock is drenched, her slickness prominent each time he pulls out. She’s tight, cunt dripping for him.

Moaning, a few obscenities escape her lips, fingernails digging into his biceps, definitely leaving marks for him to tend to later as she cums. Keanu isn’t far behind, the force of her clench around him practically sucking his release out of him. He shudders, pouring himself into her, deep inside, buried in her. He moans her name multiple times, chanting almost. Collapsing on top of her still, burying his face in the crook of her neck, he tries to catch his breath. She’s panting as well, her tiny gasps sound so fucking delightful in his ear.

With a groan, Keanu falls beside her on the dainty bed, a glisten of sweat prominent on his skin, allowing him to gleam under the subdued bedroom light. Y/N is flushed, her skin luminous as well, the look on her face absolutely erogenous, her breath caught, heart rate barely able to restore to normal pace.

Keanu props himself up on his elbows to look over at her, and he can’t help but let a grin embed itself on his lips. He felt proud, that he was the cause of that. He got to see her like that, make her feel like that.

Reaching over, he places a hand just below her chest, a delicate kiss pressed to her shoulder. Her breasts still lay exposed, firm and plump with the duvet barely covering them, she still looks divine for the taking. Bringing his fingers to graze her cheek, he brushes a few strands of hair behind her ear.

“Are you okay, darling?”

There it was again.

Those darn names he called her.

Part of her wanted him to stop, feeling her chest flutter each time they left his mouth, filling her ears as a pirouette of a lively breeze. She nods, giving him a smile back. As much as she wanted to deny it, these moments with him were her favourite. Where she could be completely at ease, with him by her side, riding off their highs, sulking in each other’s presence. Sure, they were friends with benefits, but that didn’t mean aftercare wasn’t a factor.

He was so caring, always,

So gentle…

Compassionate…

Loving..

No.

She stops her train of thought. This is exactly what she promised not to do. Not with him anymore. Anyone but him.

He shifts on his side, so he’s able to face her, chest is still rising and falling, breath still attempting to regularise. She shifts as well, turning to face him. She’s got a small smile on her lips, looking at him. Quite literally indulging in him, all his features.

His hair, a few strands coated with sweat, his earthy, coffee drop eyes, his beard, perfectly trimmed and scuffed. The salt and pepper of his beard, the tiny, small, barely noticeable freckles he has around his nose, under his eyes. The tiny crinkle lines around on the corners of his eyes. Each part of him, so enchanting. So lovable.

He lets out a small giggle, as he does occasionally, placing a larger hand on her back, pulling her in closer.

She feels a warmth wash over her. As if she’s been accepted into a nirvana of her own, a paradise, a euphoria. She hadn’t realized how inviting, how welcoming his arms were until this moment. She gladly finds place in them, allowing him to hold her.

Rolling on his back, he pulls half of her upper body to rest on his chest. With his biceps holding her in place, she feels at ease, as if floating in a sonata, the feel of his skin her lifeline. She wraps an arm around his body, fingers lightly brushing up and down his sides, drawling circles, tracing.

They had never done this before. They had never…

Held each other. After sex.

It usually only consisted of doing the deed, and taking a few minutes, collecting themselves. But they’d never rested together. Taking in each other.

Y/N knew this was exactly the opposite of what she wanted to do tonight. Tonight was about establishing a barrier, instituting that divide where they needed to keep themselves from crossing.

But she couldn’t bring herself to stop. It was nice. This was nice.

She continues to draw circles on his chest, along his sides, tracing lines, as he holds her. He’s soothingly rubbing her back as well, affectionate touches being shared between them both. Suddenly, Y/N’s voice chokes out, suggesting. She didn’t know what overcame, what made her say it, but she had.

“Can you spend the night?” she whispers.

Keanu smiles to himself, knowing damn well he’d want nothing more right now. He missed her so damn much this past week, he couldn’t help but feel the need to cherish in her right in this moment. Almost scared she’d go away again. Why was he feeling this strongly?

He brings his lips down to embed a kiss to the top of her head. “Of course.”

They sulk together, enjoying the company for a few more moments, before she looks up at him.

“Is it okay if I take a shower? I’m gross.” She laughs quietly. “You could join me…if you want. You’ve already seen everything.” She blushes, before regretting saying it. Was that a bit too intimate?

He smiles. “It’s alright. I don’t want to intrude.”

She sits up, brining the duvet to cover her bare modesty.

“If you look in my closet, I have a few shirts and boxers of yours washed from the times you’ve left them here.” She tilts her head towards the walk in.

“Awesome.” He smiles. He brings a hand to tangle in his hair, before speaking. “I’ll uh, I’ll be waiting. For you..” he nervously grins.

As she finishes in the shower, changing into her comfy night clothes, she slips on a pair of plush socks, spraying a light dusting of perfume to her neck before walking back out to Keanu. He would obviously be sleeping beside her tonight, and she wanted to be as pleasant as possible for him. He really loves the Rose scented perfume she’d applied, if she remembers correctly.

He smiles, seeing her walk to her side of the bed, placing his phone on the nightstand. She lifts the covers, crawling in beside him. Delicately, he rests a hand over hers, gripping it, affectionately.

“It’s good to see you again, Y/N.” he expresses.

She nods, looking down slightly. It was happening again.

The intimate touches that contained more meaning than just lust.

But how could she deny him right now, right here? That would just be plain rude. Inconsiderate.

She reaches over, tapping the bedside lamp off, letting herself down on the bed, bringing him down with her. They’re about a foot of distance between them, content. They’re tired.

The clicking of the time clock compliments the silence in the room, allowing them both to collect their thoughts. The rain is still pattering, drumming away, the sleet downpour thumping on the roof, the city below them dying down, for a good nights rest. The day had been gloomy, a healthy rain had washed over the town, giving life to all who needed it most.

It called for company. Someone to indulge, on day as cold, melancholy, as today.

“Do you wanna talk?” Keanu suggests still on his back, gazing up at the ceiling. “About anything, really. I can listen.” Keanu ponders, suggesting. He needed to make sure she was okay. Sure, tonight was fun, they both needed that release they just endured. But that didn’t erase the fact that Y/N had disappeared on him, without warning the week prior. She contemplates, running a hand through her hair.

She couldn’t talk to him. It was the despairing, wretched reality.

“No, I’m okay. My eyes are heavy with sleep anyway.” She says, low, into the silence of the night. “Thank you for staying with me tonight though.”

Keanu moves, turning to face her. He cautiously brings an arm around her, draped, squeezing gently at her side. He had never done this before. “I’m here for you, you know that right?”

She nods, looking into his chocolate eyes, glistening in the moon lit room. Placing a hand over his arm, she squeezes as well. “I know.”

This wasn’t the plan. This wasn’t what she wanted tonight at all.

But there she lay, in his arms, as he pulls her closer, burying his face in the crook of her neck, his chest pressed against her. He’s holding her in his grip, ready to doze off.

This is what romantic partners do, right?

But she can’t deny him. Not tonight. Not when her feelings are starting to feel so strong. Not when she feels he’s all she has. Not when he’s holding her like this. Not when she can feel the comfort of his breath on her skin, the beat of his heart against her. Not when he’ s here, with her, in all his entirety, holding onto her. Accompanying her, on this rather lonesome night.

With a yawn, his rasped voice speaks. “Goodnight, darling.”

She eases into his touch, sighing.

It was nice. This was nice.

Whatever it was, for however long it would last, it was nice. And she would let it last, just for tonight. Sweet indulgence, just this once.

Perhaps,

this type of intimacy, was also,

worthwhile.

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The Champs - “Tequila” Fetenhits: Oldies Song released in 1958. Compilation released in 1999. Frat Rock / Rock & Roll / Latin Rock

Though The Champs spawned a handful of hits in their improbable seven-year run, it was their first hit, the instrumental, “Tequila,” which was originally recorded as a throwaway b-side, that would make them an indispensable piece of both popular music and rock and roll history. But before getting into the band’s formation and the song itself, let’s do a little bit of scene setting.

From history-of-rock.com:

The year 1958 saw a dramatic increase in short-lived fad rock and roll instrumental combos. Not that Rock and roll instrumentals hadn't been around before or that they wouldn't be around later. It was just that the floodgates opened wide in 1958. A year earlier, the biggest selling instrumental was "Raunchy" by it's co-composer Bill Justis. By the end of 1959, there was Santo and Johnny, Johnny and the Hurricanes, Dave "Baby" Cortez, Duane Eddy, the Fireballs, the Virtues, the Wailers, Link Wray and His Ray Men, the Royaltones, the Rock-A-Teens, Sandy Nelson, Cozy Cole and Preston Epps. However the group that really created the demand was the Champs.

It’s The Champs, a loose collection of session musicians who officially formed as a band after “Tequila” was released, who are responsible for the most memorable rock and roll instrumental of all time. It’s not groups who dedicated themselves full-time to rock and roll instrumentals; it’s these guys, who, not long after they released their debut album and started to tour, became a revolving-door-band, and added people like Glen Campbell and the duo that would become Seals and Crofts to their ranks. A random session that was originally intended to be just a one-off to fill a b-side for a 45 ended up selling millions of records, rocketing up to #1 on the Billboard charts, and winning a Grammy. Go figure.

Now for the origin story of the band, with more from history-of-rock.com:

The story of the Champs began with Dave Burgess, who was born December 13, 1934, in Beverly Hills, CA. Burgess first recorded for Okeh Records, a subsidiary of Columbia that issued country, blues, and jazz records. Burgess was eighteen when he recorded his first two Okeh singles: "Don't Put A Dent In My Heart" and "Too Late For Tears." In 1955, he recorded two singles for Tampa Records "Don't Turn Your Back On Love" and "Five Foot Two, Eyes Of Blue." All were country and had no success.

In 1956, Burgess was recording for Top Records. Top would take unknown, but talented artists, have them cover the latest hits as closely as possible to the original, then issue them four-to-a-record for forty nine cents. Top's slogan was "twice the music at half the cost" and it was a bargain until the unsuspecting buyer got home and played the record. Burgess appeared on an unknown amount of records, but at least ten came out with his name in the credits.

Ethics aside, Burgess got a first hand education in recording and performing while at Top. In 1957, while working as a deejay in Lancaster, CA. to [pass] time he composed songs and sent them off to various music houses. Two became very successful that year" "I'm Available" in the "pop" field and "I'll Be There" in the country market. [The Champs would later record an instrumental version of “I’ll Be There” as a b-side for “Tequila” in 1958.]

His songwriting brought him to Challenge Records, a Los Angeles company founded in April, 1957 by Gene Autrey (sp.).. There he recorded as Dave Dupree, as well as under his own name. Four of Challenge's first singles were recorded by Burgess, who became a regular session guitarist for Challenge.

A couple days before Christmas in 1957, a session was arranged in Hollywood by Challenge to record Burgess’ next single, “Train to Nowhere,” due to be released in January, along with a b-side. Sitting in on the session with Burgess, who was on rhythm guitar, were, according to Wikipedia, “Cliff Hills on bass, the Flores Trio (Danny Flores on saxophone and keyboards, Gene Alden on drums, and lead guitarist Buddy Bruce), and Huelyn Duvall contributing backing vocals.” The group had recorded two other songs to consider for the b-side, “Night Beat” and “All Night Rock,” the latter of which has never been released. But at the tail-end of the session came an instrumental ditty.

history-of-rock.com has more:

With some studio time remaining, Burgess asked the other musicians to stay to help him come up with a B-side for a record he had previously recorded.One musician offered a Tex-Mex sax line, another a snappy guitar riff, the drummer played a backbeat on the bell of his cymbal and Burgess plucked the muted strings of his electric guitar.The song was called "Tequila" and was spoken after each bridge. In ten minutes they had a take.

And that was that. Sometimes a musician or a producer knows when they’ve got a hit on their hands...but this wasn’t one of those times. “Tequila” was a pure filler track. The seller was gonna be “Train to Nowhere”. Everyone at the session knew that. But then, sometime in January, some radio DJ in Cleveland got a hold of “Train to Nowhere” and decided he would spin the b-side instead. And three weeks later, “Tequila” was all of a sudden the #1 song in America. Wild.

“Tequila” is nothing without Danny Flores, the man who graces the track with his trademark “dirty” sax melodies and the intermittent gravelly murmur of the word “tequila.” At the time of the song’s recording, he was actually signed to another label, so he couldn’t use his actual name on the record. Instead, he went by Chuck Rio. It was because of “Tequila” though, that Flores was crowned as the godfather of Latin rock. And while that’s a really cool title to have bestowed upon yourself, one can’t help but think of all the money he missed out on from selling his American rights to the song for what’s been reported as a paltry amount of money. However, it wasn’t all bad. He still had the global rights to the song, which was said to have netted him about seventy grand a year up until his death in 2006. A lot more than probably any other 50s rocker can say they made in residuals off a single song.

“Tequila” has staying power, I think, because it pulls a bunch of different ideas from a bunch of different music styles. Its composition is simple, its melodies are catchy, and the fact that rock and roll instrumentals were popular at the time was definitely a contributing factor to its success, too. But this song also simultaneously carries that hip, 50s cocktail lounge kind of vibe with its cymbal taps and its mambo beat; it has hand claps and an upbeat rock and roll tempo for dancing and partying; its guitar strums are poppy; the chorus has a definite, escalatory big band jazz/swing feel to it; and Flores’ sax tone is very reminiscent of the jazz-brass-sleaze that had constantly complemented burlesque and striptease dance routines (it’s hard to imagine that strip joints used to have house bands, but they did) for years prior. In fact, something could even be said about how “Tequila” manages to combine an air of lounge-y sophistication with its beat, while supplying over-the-top, trashy amounts of sax melodies with its lead, representing a sort of convergence of two opposite styles of contemporaneous nightlife: artsy hipsterdom vs. raw, transparent transactionalism. It’s all in one track and all at the same time. A song by The Champs, made for both camps.

Without a doubt, “Tequila” is the most popular rock and roll instrumental ever recorded. Its success was totally unforeseen, so much so, that The Champs formed after the thought-to-be-a-one-off, just-before-Christmas recording session in 1957 that birthed the song. They weren’t even an official band; mostly just some session musicians recording a b-side and having a bit of innocent fun in the studio. But that fun was both evident and highly contagious, which ended up lending to the song’s overall immortality, landing it as a staple track for just about any classic party mix, and opening the door for an oncoming era of pre-garage-frat-rock behemoths like “Louie Louie,” “Surfin’ Bird” and “Shout”.

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Ugly Sweater Surprise

Summary: James, Omar, Louis get together to work on a special Christmas surprise for their friends.

Word Count: 3103

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James took a deep breath, letting the aroma of gingerbread and sugar cookies fill his nose as Omar pitter pattered around the Ericson High dorm room kitchens. The brownie was gathering up all the cookies that they had already baked. The cyclops looked in awe at the amount Omar and he had created and the variety too. Blood, insect, seaweed, chicken, charcoal. All types of cookies that were suitable for monsters had been made for the special surprise the two of them and Louis had come up with for tomorrow. They needed to finish all these cookies before they went over to the frankenstein’s mansion later that night.

“How’s the frosting coming along?” Omar’s calming voice pulled James out of his thoughts and back to the frosting piping bag that was halfway filled with green frosting.

“I think I should be able to get the first batch done soon,” James smiled softly over at his friend who returned it in kind before moving to get his oven mitts. The cyclops returned to his task, his eye focusing entirely on making the best Christmas designs on the different sugary treats.

“So, have any fond Christmas traditions?” Omar glanced up from the oven as he moved a sheet of sugar cookies onto the stovetop.

“Hmmm,” James thought carefully about that, his nose scrunched up in concentration. “Nothing that special. We’d go to the forest and during wintertime the light bugs would come out and dance around the trees,” James had a nostalgic look in his eye. “It was magical.” He continued frosting the cookie.

“That sounds really beautiful,” The brownie smiled over at his friend.

“What about you?” The cyclop’s brown eye wandered over to Omar.

“The feast,” Omar set down the last batch of cookies to cool. “My family and I would make the greatest food. Our kitchens would be filled with all kinds of food: ham, chestnuts, potatoes, rolls. It’s a once a year feast that puts all others to shame.” Omar had a warm smile on his face as he moseyed over to join his roommate in finishing up decorating the cookies.

“Are you going to have it this year too?” James looked down at his friend who gave a short nod.

“Yep, I can’t wait. Although,” Omar began to decorate a sugar cookie in the shape of a candy cane, “I am going to miss everyone and having you as a roommate even if it’s only for a week or so.”

James got a little teary eyed at the thought. He wouldn’t be visiting his family during this time of year so it would be sad not to have his late night conversation and snack times with his friend.

“Well, it’s not for too long. Oh,” James’ eye fell when he saw he’d messed up on a cookie.

“It’s okay,” Omar pitter pattered over and got up on his stepping stool. “All you need to do is add some more red there and it fixes the mistake.”

The cyclops looked in awe at his friend’s skill and gave a gentle smile over his way.

“Thank you,”

“It’s no big deal,” Omar hopped down and continued his work. The brownie and cyclops continued to work until all the cookies were decorated and safely placed on the Christmas trays. They walked together, talking casually as they headed back to their dorm room. When they entered the room, James took the cookie trays and placed them in a safe spot while Omar bustled to get their Christmas sweaters. After a minute the brownie returned, moving past the bookshelf filled with cookbooks and nature and towards his roommate. James thanked his friend and placed his sweater on. It was a red and white sweater with the words “All Eye Want for Christmas is You” on the front.

“Do you need some help?” James asked as he saw Omar struggling with his sweater a bit.

“Yes, I would really appreciate it,” The brownie’s voice was muffled from the item of clothing. The cyclops delicately worked with his pal and shuffled the sweater back and forth until it fit snugly over his form. It was a simple design on the blue sweater with the words “Hug the Brownie” plastered sloppily on the front. Omar had told James that Louis had made it for him then the frankenstein got so excited about the idea of making ones for all the others. That was how this event tonight was happening. It was why the two friends were heading over to the Louis’ house to make a Christmas gift for everyone. Omar glanced down at his watch and gave a small tsking sound.

“It looks like we’re running a little late,”

“Oh no!” James’ already large eye grew even larger.

“It’s fine,” Omar waved a hand dismissively. “Knowing Louis he’ll be waiting anxiously, but I’ll send him a text to let him know,” Omar pulled out his phone and tapped a few buttons before placing the device back in his pocket. With that the pair set out towards the front of Ericson where to neither of their surprise a car waited with a driver sent by Louis. The duo walked forward and thanked the chauffeur, getting into the car and enjoying the ride there.

Both of them were thankful for the ride. Neither had a car and taking the bus to even get close to Louis’ house would most likely damper their Christmas mood with all the odd looks and whispered insults the humans would give when they say the sweatered monsters. Smooth Christmas jazz music was playing on the radio which the cyclops and the brownie enjoyed as the car slowly made its way along the snow-covered road and up to the mansion.

When the car pulled into the driveway they saw that Louis had already been waiting. The frankenstein’s usual friendly smile was plastered on his face as he slipped and skidded on the snow to get to them. “You made it!” Louis smiled brightly at the pair. “And you’re wearing the sweater I made,” He looked over at Omar who gave a small smile.

“Of course,”

“Oh, I like your sweater t...t..tchoo,” Louis’ head nearly slipped off due to the force of the sneeze as he complimented James’ sweater.

“Are you okay?” James looked concerned for his friend’s health.

“Yeah, yeah. Come on, let’s get inside. I made a ton of hot cocoa and treats to munch while we work.” The frankenstein led the way, clearly excited to have people over while his father was away for the next week or so. Louis opened the door and began to guide his two buddies through his maze of a house. The trio moved past the movie theater and pizza parlor, through the different guests rooms and finally made it to what Louis declared to be the decorating room. There on the floor were three sets of five pairs of sweaters. Glitter, glue guns, and all other types of arts and crafts were there to make the “bestest Christmas sweaters in all of Ericson High” as the frankenstein put it. The three monsters took their spots and took a few minutes to chat about this and that as Louis turned on the Christmas music that played through the speakers. Omar looked intrigued by the hot cocoa that Louis brewed which he said Clem had shown him how to make and was an “Everett secret”. The brownie made a note to ask the human about the recipe at tomorrow’s surprise party.

“So, should we get started?” James swayed nervously back and forth.

“Yes!” Louis snatched up the first sweater and grabbed the glitter. “I’m gonna make the best sweater for Clem!”

“Oh, then I guess I’ll start with one for Jesse,” James said with a shy smile.

“I’ll make one for Ruby then,” Omar smiled warmly at the thought of his best friend receiving this homemade gift. He knew how much Ruby loved and was touched by homemade gifts. The trio started their work on the sweaters. The frankenstein used all the red and green glitter he could while writing every so carefully the words “You’re My Christmas Wish” in white. Louis smiled proudly and shook off the excess sparkles then held it up for his friends to see.

“Ta-da!” The frankenstein beamed proudly at his creation for his girlfriend. “Get it, cause she’s my Christmas wish!” The frankenstein’s cheeks began to flush.

“Wow, that looks good,” James’ eye widened at the sweater then looked down nervously at his own.

“You want to show us?” Omar asked James in a gentle voice while Louis let out an excited gasp and started bouncing this way and that.

“Ooo! Ooo! I want to see Jesse’s sweater!” Louis poked his two pointer fingers together. James thought about it for a second then moved back to show his progress so far. The words “I’ll Put a Christmas Spell on You” were present on the blue sweater while a small gorgon face was at the center of it. The colors and stripes of candy canes replaced the snakes that were usually on a gorgon’s head.

“That's really good,” Omar smiled warmly at his friend then returned to his work while Lous continued to praise James who wasn’t used to so many compliments and got slightly overwhelmed by them. After a minute Omar had finished his sweater while the other two had begun to work on their second sweaters; the frankenstein was working his hardest on one for his werewolf best friend while James had begun work on Tenn's ugly sweater.

“I think it turned out alright,” Omar held up Ruby’s sweater that he had made. It was a beautiful Christmas tree that had the words “O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree” delicately written in yellow over the tree that had small ornaments representing each of the monster pals.

“Whoa!” Louis leaned forward and almost spilled glitter onto Violet’s sweater. “Oh shit!” He caught the bottle of glitter. The cyclops looked over with concern before letting out a sigh of relief.

“I love it,” James complimented the brownie’s handiwork. “All the different ornaments like this little bat one and the matching bird ones. It's super detailed. I’m sure Ruby will love it.” That made Omar’s smile grow as he carefully placed it aside, excitement bubbling within his heart at the thought of his best friend receiving the gift. He moved on to Allison’s sweater. Louis hummed happily to “Santa Claus is Coming to Town” which James and Omar quickly joined in on. Each of them was enjoying their ugly sweater making party so far.

After a little while each of them revealed their second finished creations. Louis displayed his dramatically, holding up a deep blue sweater that looked like it held thousands of stars. White and yellow letters read “Starlight, Starbright”.

“Violet will definitely love that,” James’ response made Louis jump for joy, causing one of his hands to pop off. After Omar had retrieved the hand and helped his friend place it back on, he held up his creation. It was a pale blue sweater with delicate snowflakes dancing around the fabric with the words “Heart of Snow” with a small snow heart beside the text. James was next. The cyclops shyly held up his latest work: a green sweater saying “The Ghost of Christmas Present” with a red and green present below it.

“Tenn’s gonna flip when he sees that!” Louis’ dreadlocks swayed with how fast he lunged forward to get a closer look.

“I-Is that a bad thing?’ James looked at the sweater then at his two friends.

“No, it’s a good thing,” Omar said with a calm expression on his face. “Tenn is really going to like it.”

James beamed at those words and tucked away his second creation. With that the trio of monsters worked on their next designs. Louis got up for a few minutes, saying he would refill the snacks and drinks. After nearly fifteen minutes he returned and placed a plethora of goodies in front of his pals. The three snacked happily for a while as they brainstormed some more ideas.

“Alright,” Louis tossed the remainder of a Christmas cookie in his mouth and dusted off his hands. “Let’s get started on another great sweater!”

It was some time before any of them had finished up. Omar was the first this time, holding up Willy’s gift. “Christmas Under the Sea” read proudly over the top in seafoam green and blues as different seaweed and cute sea creatures filled the sweater. Next James showed his finished work for Sophie. He had wanted to make some special adjustments to the sleeves so the harpy’s feathers wouldn’t get pressed harshly against her arms. It was a vibrant red sweater that had two turtle doves that flew in the center of it.

“Who’s the second turtle dove?” Omar’s question made James’ eye blink in realization.

“Oh, I didn’t think of that. I guess it could be Minnie or Tenn.”

“No!” Louis shook his head; his dreadlocks bounced with the force of his movement. “I bet it’s Marlon. True love conquers all!”

“I don’t know,” Omar leaned back, his hand on his chin. “I think it could be Renata. Friendship is just as special as either of those two bonds.”

“True,” James nodded along then looked back at the sweater.

Louis pondered the conundrum gravely. “Well, I guess there’s only one way to settle this. We’ll make a bet on which we think she’ll say tomorrow when I ask her.” James and Omar shared a look before nodding in agreement. Then Louis held up his latest masterpiece. The words “Baby It’s Cold Outside” were dancing in fiery letters above a fireplace on the maroon sweater. The cyclops and the brownie didn’t even have to guess whose it was. It obviously was made for the fire elemental Aasim. The monsters looked around and saw that they were already halfway done. Their smiles remained ever present as they kept humming along to the carols and decorating.

James seemed focused on working on his last two sweaters simultaneously and so the frankenstein and brownie finished their fourth sweaters first. Louis held up his gift to Prisha: a white sweater with the words “I’d Take a Bite of That” were shown in blood red above a Christmas cookie that had a bite already taken out of it. Omar showed off his latest sweater next. It was an ocean blue sweater with the text “I’m Dreaming of a Blue Christmas” in a light blue color. Seashells and little seals were placed at the center of the sweater.

“You’re both so talented,” James looked up from his work with a gentle smile.

“Heh,” Louis rubbed the spot under his nose. “I love making gifts for friends.”

“Me too,” Omar’s smile grew as he pitter pattered over to add Brody’s sweater to the rest of the finished clothing. The pair of friends glanced over at the cyclops who looked busy, still hard at work on his duo of sweater projects. So Louis and Omar began to work on their last ones. The frankenstein’s tongue stuck out slightly as he worked on Marlon’s sweater. He wanted it to turn out really cool for his best friend. Meanwhile Omar was working as diligently as ever on Mitch’s sweater.

After what felt like ages all three monsters finished their last sweaters. Omar displayed his sweater first. It was a white and red striped sweater where a reindeer rode on top of a comet.

“Oh!” Louis hit his fist on his open palm. “Comet like the reindeer!”

“That’s right,” Omar gave a short nod. “What about you, Louis? What did you make for Marlon?”

“I made this!” Louis smiled as he held the sweater in front of his face so his friends could get a closer look. It was a set of snowmen that had the words “My Mind Is On Christmas” below them. It sparkled and shone in the light due to all the glitter the frankenstein had put on it.

“Marlon is really gonna like that one,” James said as Louis and Omar moved over to place down their last sweaters in the sweater corner.

“Thanks! Now show us yours. You gotta have been working on Renata’s and MInnie’s,’ Louis sat crisscross applesauce and leaned forward in excitement. Omar also seemed intrigued by what the designs could be. James shifted the sweaters and placed them side by side. “The one on the left is for Renata and the one on the right is for Minnie,” the cyclops explained. The monsters leaned forward, taking in the sight of Renata’s sweater first. The word “Naughty” was placed in the center with little foxes standing above it and playing below it. A fox tail in the form of a question mark was beside the word. Then they looked over at Minnie’s that had the word “Nice” on it. It was tucked away in a little nest with small white eggs decorated in Christmas colors.

“Wow! These are great!” Louis hopped on his feet and did a little spin. “They all turned out awesome! Our secret ugly sweater making party was a success!” The frankenstein pulled proudly on the air by the sides of his shirt.

Omar gave a warm smile. “It was a lot of fun.”

Yeah, I-” James was cut off by a sharp yawn that made his eye water slightly.

“Oh, are you tired, James? If you two want you can totally stay over for a sleepover.” Louis looked anxious for their response to his question. The two roommates shared a look before a happy, excited smile took over both of their faces.

“Sounds like fun,”

The brownie’s words made Louis do a little jump as he sprinted out of the room. “I’ll get the guest room set up with sleeping bags and stuff! Oh! Let’s also watch a Christmas movie too! I wonder which….” Louis’ voice disappeared as he slid across the floors and headed towards preparing what was sure to be a fun all-nighter with how this evening was panning out. James and Omar rose from their spots to help out their friend. Pausing for a moment, the two looked at the completed sweaters with proud smiles.

“They’re gonna be super excited tomorrow,” James commented which made Omar’s smile grow.

“With these sweaters and cookies, I’m sure there won’t be a non-smiling face in sight,” The brownie and cyclops continued to talk as they ambled out of the room, excited for tomorrow and all the joy it would bring.

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Huh, it’s been a while since I’ve made a Tumblr exclusive one-shot.

Anyway, this is a belated birthday gift for a friend of mine, who happens to like Zeraora and Toxtricity, so this was a story that involved them doing some cute interactions together. Since I didn’t know which Toxtricity was preferred, though, I included both, and the romantic vibes are on the slightly subtle side.

But, this also made for good practice on writing Toxtricity characters, since I’m planning on using two like this for my fanfics in the future. Hopefully “Amp” and “Low” are cute names for them based on their forms, but if not, I tried.

Oh, and a modern setting, which has definitely been missing for a minute! It’s fun putting Pokemon back in that kind of a setting.

It’s not very long, I suppose it has shades of hurt/comfort, but otherwise, just some simple friendship/romance fluff.

Anyway, the story will be below the cut! So, enjoy!

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Slightly outside of a city, a concert lit up the night along a small stage in the park. A crowd cheered as the band upon the stage hit their song’s crescendo, jamming as sparks flew up from the stage. They drifted through the air, and fizzled out, sparkling as they cascaded away into the wind.

Lowering their arms from their bodies, the electrical salamander pair smirked as their fans wildly called out for them.

“Yeah, yeah, let ‘em hear it,” called the black and white badger from the center stage. “Come on, give it up for the Toxtricity brothers!” He grinned as the audience erupted into roars for the duo. “You think their dueling strumming was good, you should see them really harmonize. And hey, one more time, give it up for Rillaboom on the drums!” They cheered again for the ape in the back, who waved his wooden sticks around as he flipped back his grassy hair. “There ya go, nice, nice! Once again, we want to thank you lot for coming out. I’ve been Obstagoon…” He chuckled as screams and cheers broke out for him. “Wow…I wish mum and employers would be that excited,” Obstagoon joked, earning laughter as well. “Anyhow, I’ve been Obstagoon, and we’ve got just one more song tonight! It’s a bit of a mash-up cover mix, but we think it’s banging, so let’s rock out one more time!”

Waiting for a moment, Obstagoon grinned back at his band, as the brothers lifted their arms to the protrusions on their chests and Rillaboom spun his drumsticks around. Knocking back the last swig of water from his bottle, Obstagoon crushed it and tossed it across the stage, as his dark and sharp-clawed weasel manager caught it. Slowly, the applause died down.

Inhaling in, Obstagoon gave a heavy scream out as his band started blasting their music. He stood close to the microphone and held up his arm as his legs kept the beat from the song.

“Only want one future,

Only want one world,

We’ve got our beastly rhythm rolling,

And you will know our names!”

As Obstagoon continued singing the lyrics, the band played harder to match his energy, and the audience reflected their excitement.

One feline member, however, folded his arms and bit his lip. His bright blue eyes stuck on the strumming lizard pair, shifting back and forth between the two.

“YEAH, ROCK ON OBSTAGOON,” shouted a goblin-like demon with long black hair. Grinning, he turned to his friends. “He’s got to be the best singer ever!”

“He’s pretty cool,” complimented the sandy brown crocodile with him, tapping his foot as his tail swayed. “But I can’t deny I love those jamming reptile dudes.”

“Both of you shut up,” snapped a pale monster with horns that shaped into giant jaws. She swayed around and lifted her arms back up. “This is going to be my new favorite song!”

Shaking his head as he listened to them, the tiger-like creature shuffled away from them. He stumbled back once three small rodents jumped around in the next nearest space.

“STRUM THOSE CHESTS, TOXIBROS, WHOO!” A white and gray spiny rat rolled around and bounced, as her spiky fur shot out from her body. “JAM MY DUDES!”

“Toge, I don’t think they can hear you,” reasoned her blue and white squirrel friend.

“WHO CARES?! ROCK ON, TOXIBROS, JAAAM!”

Shrugging, the squirrel jumped up too. “SHOOT MORE SPARKS OUT, LIGHT IT ALL UP!”

Their third rodent friend, a hamster with black and yellow fur, abruptly changed form, as the once dark eyes became furiously red. “I AM SO HUNGRY!!”

“HA, YEAH! PEKO, ISN’T THIS GREAT?! WHOO!”

Wincing at the three, the feline fellow backed away, bumping a white and red rabbit that swayed around. He glanced at the bipedal tiger, who muttered an apology as he strolled aside.

“Hey, wait up!” A tall blue chameleon slipped around the yellow tiger and scooped up his lanyard, eying the pass on it. “You’re a VIP too?”

“Huh?” The cat rubbed behind his neck. “Oh, uh, yeah.”

“Nice! Us too, and we’re going to bug the boys after the show. Name’s Inteleon!” He pointed back at his rabbit friend. “He’s Cinderace, and we’re good mates of the drummer.”

“Oh, hi,” the tiger barely managed over the music. “I’m a friend of the guitar guys. Uh, and I’m Zeraora.”

“Wicked, you’re one of those super rare types,” chimed in Cinderace. He beamed to the cat. “Feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before…”

“Really?!”

“Mm…nah, just tonight probably,” determined Cinderace, as Zeraora deflated. “Thought you might’ve been with the others. That lot over there is a pretty funny bunch to eye up too.”

Following where the rabbit pointed, Zeraora blinked at two shorter pixie-like creatures, who danced and spun around before a much taller black ape with green vines wrapped around his wrists. Though the ape looked rather unimpressed, he seemed to sway and tap his feet to the rhythm.

“You friends with them?”

“Uh…no, I’ve never seen them before.”

“Ah, ok, that’s cool then.” Cinderace grinned. “Means that we have less of a crowd for later.”

“Yeah, the three of us and those two boyfriends over there.” Inteleon pointed to a muscular reptilian monster pumped his fists alongside a fox-like fellow with long whiskers that twirled a spoon. “The bigger one is Machoke, and the shorter fellow is Kadabra. They’re buddies with Obstagoon.”

“Huh.”

“Yeah, kind of an odd sort, but pretty friendly.” Inteleon shrugged. “Anyway, we’ll see you a bit later on, then. Cheers!”

They waved as Zeraora nodded and wandered for an open space in the crowd once more.

…

Later after the last song, the crowd dispersed rather quickly. Zeraora watched the various parties that shuffled out, with his eyes falling on the oddball group that Cinderace pointed out before.

“Oh my gosh, Victini,” clamored the ballerina-like pixie. “That concert was amazing!”

“Right?! They have such cool music!” The rabbit-like pixie hopped back and forth on her feet. “Zarude, wasn’t it cool?”

“It was different, so, I guess,” decided the ape with vines. He covered his flushing face as he glanced away. “Frontman definitely made the show.”

“Ooh, are you crushing on Obstagoon?”

“Nuh-no.”

“Totally is. Dead-on, Meloetta.”

“Shut up!”

The shorter duo laughed as they levitated into the air and danced around. Rolling his eyes, Zarude stormed off, as the duo floated and laughed around him. Zeraora watched them for a moment and sighed.

“Excuse me, mister?”

Zeraora whirled around and wildly looked around for a moment. He blinked and slowly glanced down at the tiny hamster before him.

“Have you seen any good snack stands?”

“Hm? Oh, um…” Zeraora pointed across to a small cart nearby with a snowy ape before it. “That looks like an ice cream vendor.”

“Ah, that would be yummy.” The hamster bowed before scampering off. “Thank you!”

“Sure thing!” Zeraora smirked. “Cute kid.”

Twisting back, the hamster gained a darker and sinister glare, as Zeraora flinched and took a step back.

“DON’T EVER CALL ME CUTE.”

“Right, right, sorry!”

With that, the hamster relaxed and switched back to the normal form. “That’s ok! Bye bye!” And once more, the hungry hamster hurried off and Zeraora carefully watched and waited until he was alone again.

A heavy sigh escaped him, and he lowered his head as he dangled his arms. Slowly picking himself back up, the Thunderclap monster checked the empty stage.

“Hey, you’re that tiger guy the others mentioned!”

Blinking at the new voice sounding, Zeraora turned to Machoke and Kadabra, as approached him.

“See Kadabra? They were right, he’s real.”

“Um.”

“Machoke, honestly!” Kadabra pinched his forehead and dropped his shoulders. “Sorry, we didn’t really meet before, but we’re friends of Obstagoon.”

“Ah ok, the other two told me about you guys,” recalled Zeraora. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Zeraora, a friend of the Toxtricity brothers.”

“Nice to meet you as well. I’m Kadabra,” he introduced, “and you probably heard me, but this big guy is Machoke.”

“Hey there! It’s a pleasure!”

“Likewise.”

“We were just on our way to go meet up with the band,” revealed Kadabra. “Are you going to see them too?”

“Well, they gave me this pass for that—”

“Come on, Kadabra, that was a silly question,” chastised Machoke. “Of course he’s going!”

“He could have had other plans!”

“Then why would he be here still?”

“Um.”

“Sorry.” Kadabra leaned against Machoke and rolled his eyes. “He just likes to bully me sometimes.”

“Do not!” Machoke slumped down over Kadabra, propping his chin over his head. “Just a little bit of teasing.”

“Uh-huh.”

“It’s true! And you’re so fluffy too…” Machoke chuckled as he brushed Kadabra’s mustache and tail. He grinned at his partner’s blushing and then returned his attention to the cat. “Hey, Zera, come with us, and we’ll all head over!”

“Oh, um. Sure.”

As Machoke lifted off of him, Kadabra studied Zeraora for a moment. “It’s strange, but I feel like I’ve seen you in particular somewhere before.”

“Are you sure?”

“Hmm. Now that you question me, less so.” Kadabra shrugged. “Ah well. It’s still nice meeting you all the same.”

Kadabra smiled as Machoke scooped up his hand and guided him along. Zeraora watched the pair as they chattered to one another, though he quietly ambled behind them, clutching his arm and lightly rubbing it.

Heading behind the stage, the three came across the band members packing up. Rillaboom lifted his drum for the truck, and listened to Cinderace excitedly babble to him, while Inteleon leaned against him and inspected Rillaboom’s sticks. Obstagoon spoke on the phone while the Toxtricity brothers listened to their manager’s directions on loading equipment.

Spying the other three arrive, Obstagoon finished up his conversation, hung up the phone, and waved to Machoke and Kadabra as he strolled to meet them.

“Sweethearts Supreme made it to our show! How about that?” He winked and laughed as the two blushed and looked away from him. “Aw, come on, I’m only teasing. It’s great to see you both.”

“You act like we wouldn’t come out to see you,” mocked Kadabra. “We don’t get that carried away on our dates.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” teased Obstagoon. “So, so! Anyone cute out there for me tonight?”

“Kind of hard to tell when everyone around us was just screaming your name,” admitted Machoke. “You might just be a bit too popular.”

“No such thing!” Obstagoon folded his arms and beamed for a moment, but then deflated. “…Come on, no one noteworthy?”

“We did our best listening out for you, but Machoke’s right, and it’s difficult in a crowd,” reiterated Kadabra. “Why can’t we just take you to a bar or a club?”

“Because those are for after I find someone and we can double date,” insisted Obstagoon. “It’s no fun just picking up someone random.”

“So, you’d choose a fan instead.”

“Yeah!” He grinned. “We’d have common interests right away!”

“Well, how about a monkey?” Zeraora waited as Obstagoon finally focused on him. “I think one was kind of interested in you.”

“What, my drummer buddy, Rillaboom?” Obstagoon chuckled. “He’s cute, but I think he’s got his hands a bit full.” He shrugged. “Fortunately for him, he’s got two of them.”

“No, I meant this dark ape in the audience,” detailed Zeraora.

“With the two little ones bouncing around?”

“Yeah, those were his friends.”

“Ooh, that makes more sense! Still, he could probably be a good dad…” Obstagoon blinked and shook his head. “Wow, I’ve been rather rude. Name’s Obstagoon, as you likely know!” He outstretched his hand and stuck it out for Zeraora to take, and quickly shook it once he did. “Big hands and good grip, nice! What’s your name, mate?”

“Zeraora,” he introduced. “Uh, I’m friends with—”

“Hey, you came!” One of the Toxtricity brothers hurried over and threw his arms around Zeraora. “So cool, great to see you!”

“Yay, we’re all here,” murmured the other brother, ambling over to the pair. He lifted his arms and dropped onto the embracing pair. “Group hug, hooray…!”

“Amp, Low, is this the one you two always go on about?” Obstagoon tilted his head as he folded his arms, while Zeraora perked up at the question.

“Yeah, he’s super cool,” praised Low. “His movements are so quick that they sound like thunder.”

“He’s great at guitars and percussion, and even makes his own special effects,” piped up Amp. “And he’s pretty cute too, right?”

“Guys…”

“Aw, look at him blush!” Obstagoon snickered. “But he makes a pretty good crowd scout too! Maybe I should fire my minions and sign him on instead!”

“Please fire us,” muttered Machoke and Kadabra together.

“Just for that, I refuse!”

“Ugh…”

“Shouldn’t have made friends with someone famous!”

“You weren’t famous when we met,” teased Kadabra as he stuck his tongue out.

“And you don’t even pay us for all our hard work,” piled on Machoke.

“Blah, blah…” Obstagoon observed the Toxtricity brothers with Zeraora for a moment. Scooping up Machoke and Kadabra’s hands, he tugged them along. “Actually, I want you two to come meet our manager before he kills himself over all of that equipment. His name is Weavile!”

The badger dragged his friends off to the truck, where Weavile was struggling to lift a large speaker in.

Both Toxtricity brothers smiled to Zeraora, who reflexively returned it to them. However, he glanced down to the ground and rubbed behind his head. Low nudged him a bit, while Amp picked up his cheeks to make a smile. All three laughed a bit, but Zeraora slowed into a sigh, and his friends stopped as well.

“So, um. Why did you guys want to invite me?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Amp placed his hands on his hips. “We wanted to see if you would enjoy our group!”

“We want to try getting you to come to more shows too,” chimed in Low, lightly strumming at his protrusions.

“But why?”

“…To…see how much you liked them,” enlightened Low. He tilted his head. “You know, like, to see if you wanted to join in.”

“What?”

“Haven’t we bugged you about this a lot before?” Amp folded his arms and hastily tapped his foot. “You used to play music with us too, and we want to see if we could fit you in with our group!”

“Plus you’re fun and nice.”

“Those too!”

“Do you guys really think that?” Zeraora raised an eyebrow.

“Of course!”

“Why wouldn’t we?”

“Uh…it’s nothing important,” downplayed Zeraora.

“Come on, you can tell us!” Amp picked up Zeraora’s hand and swayed it back and forth. “You could use it!”

“If it’s a secret, we’ll keep it safe,” reassured Low, as he clung to Zeraora’s other arm. “And if it’s not, we want to listen anyway.”

“Well…I haven’t really been all that great at standing out almost ever,” divulged Zeraora. “None of my music or performances did well, definitely nothing like what you guys do.” He deflated and stared down at the ground. “People keep acting like they recognize me, but it’s mostly because I’m considered a very rare type, not because of my old works or style.”

“Wait, really?”

“That’s what we love!”

“Nobody else seems to,” furthered Zeraora. “In fact, I’ve been trying to give up at performing altogether, which is why I came here to support you guys. I wanted to see you both do better and get out there more.” Zeraora shrugged. “I’m mostly irrelevant.”

“Who told you that?!” Electricity sparked from Amp as he pounded his fists together.

“That wasn’t very nice at all,” agreed Low, closing his eyes and shaking his head.

“Nobody told me that,” corrected Zeraora. “It’s just…what I picked up on.”

“Oh. …Huh…we never thought that about you at all.” Low picked up Zeraora’s hand. “In fact, I always thought you were really cool, and you inspired me a lot of times. Plus, you always notice even small things with us, like not just with music, but how we’re feeling, so that makes me feel great.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, me too!” Amp scooped up Zeraora’s other hand. “I really had no idea that you didn’t seem popular. I always thought everyone liked you, but maybe that’s because Low and I like you a lot!” He grinned. “You’re so supportive with our music, and seeing you around always brightens up my day!”

“Wow, I…didn’t know that,” realized Zeraora. “That’s…you guys, that was really sweet…”

“Sure, of course!”

“Anytime for you.”

“Does that mean you’d consider joining us sometime?” Amp tugged Zeraora’s arm closer to his chest. “I’d love to have you around!”

“Me too, I want you to be with us,” insisted Low, as he pulled Zeraora closer to him. “I think we’d play better and be happier together.”

“Ah, well, I…um…” Zeraora blushed and smiled. “I guess I should think it over first, but…I’m pretty sure I would like that, if the others think it’s ok.”

“Of course they will!”

“We’ll convince them.”

Together, the trio laughed as they hugged again, and spent the next half hour talking and catching up on their recent activity. Once Weavile insisted on heading out for a late dinner, the band members quickly invited their friends along, and everyone took off for a nice night.

...

Yay, cute and wholesome ending!

I was actually planning on being totally overt with the Toxtricity bros wanting to date Zeraora and argue over him at first before Zeraora hinted at them trying a poly relationship, but it seemed a bit jarring compared to the heartwarming moments they were having, so I kept that part out. (I didn’t want it to seem like the brothers had ulterior motives for being nice to Zeraora.)

Obstagoon was another character that I wanted to test out a little bit. Hopefully he was pretty cute too, since I wanted him to play off my typical Machoke and Kadabra type of couple. It had the Fighting-Psychic-Dark triangle, so I was too tempted to pass that up. (Jock, Nerd, Punk, whoo!)

Writing all three of them as rock-stars is pretty much what they’re designed for, so that’s good, but I’ll have to consider how to transition them for medieval times and potential alternative roles, lol.

Some other Gen 8 Pokemon were included too, since I’m totally out there with them and Gen 7, and need to get into using them. I even tried out Zarude for fun, even though they’re not available, as of writing.

Also, I know nothing of music, so if this isn’t a super authentic band hangout kind of thing for you, my bad, but I’m not very familiar with that for a writing genre by any means, lol, so, sorry!

Lyrics were swiped from Fire Emblem Heroes and titles from Xenoblade Chronicles, since I wasn’t very lively on making lyrics. Lazy, I know, but oh well.

Anywho, just a simple and fluffy fanfic for a friend, who I hope enjoyed it! And everyone else that reads too. So, thank you for reading!

#zeraora #toxtricity #pokemon #pokemon fanfic #obstagoon #one-shot #jump-start #rillaboom #cinderace #inteleon #morpeko #zarude #rock band #musicians #concert #hurt/comfort #hurt and comfort

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okaybutlikeimagine · 5 years

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What if Billy and El decided to team up against Hop and they have a prank war

LOVE. IT. DUDE. Hopper doesn’t stand a fucking CHANCE, my guy!!!

Bc El and Billy are such an Iconic Duo! esp in terms of pranks bc Billy is Devious as Hell and El is Just Devious Enough to go along w/ it and not only that, but she has the mind powers that are able to bring all of Billy’s terrible thoughts to fruition and tell me he doesn’t get such a kick out of that bc he so does.

and before they team up, El will often get super fed up and irritated w/ Billy bc he’ll do that dumb thing where he pretends she has something on her shirt so he can flick her chin up (to which she just uses her mind to flick his chin up) or he’ll put a fake spider in her room (to which she’ll throw it at him w/ her mind and innocently say she was just “returning” it) or he’ll put whipped cream on her hand while she’s sleeping and make her scratch her face (to which she’ll wipe the whipped cream off of her and send it flying towards Billy but….

It gets Hop instead.

Hop wipes his face, jaw tight but eyes with a hint of amusement.

“Alright alright… cut it out, you two.”

and El nods, twisting her mouth up a little bc she doesn’t like to disobey but she’s irritated and when she heads back into her room, Billy follows her and closes the door.

“Wha-?”

“What do you say we call a truce?” Billy asks quietly, closing the door.

“Tr-uce?”

Billy bends a bit to explain the meaning and then his reasoning. And El is a little hesitant bc a “prank war” sounds dangerous and she doesn’t wanna upset Hop but Billy is adamant about how it’s “all in good fun” as he ruffles El’s hair. They brainstorm a bit and Billy decides to head to the little pop-up Halloween store to gather some supplies.

And in a couple of days, there’s a bat flying around the cabin and a very shaken, very spooked, very loud Hopper running around trying to shoo it out with a broom.

“It’s over here!” Billy yells from where he’s sat at the their little dining table, trying for all the world to not smirk or laugh as Hopper stumbles over the couch to get to it. When he eventually smacks it out of the air, it falls to the ground lifelessly and Hop takes tentative steps towards it, leaning over it and about to touch it with the broom when-

-whoosh!-

It flies up into his face and Hop shrieks, smacking at it before Billy and El are busting out laughing, El from the doorway to her bedroom and Billy at the little table next to Hop and Hop realizes… it’s fucking fake.

He gives harsh looks to both of his kids, throwing the fake bat down.

“Oh ha ha.”

But the kids are basically gasping for air at this point with how hard they’re laughing, El even flopped on the couch and tapping her feet on it as she laughs and Hop drops the fake bat onto her.

“Eek!” she shrieks as she uses her mind powers to fling it away from her and straight into Billy’s face, who gives a very similar shirek.

About a week later, Hopper walks into a completely dark cabin, and gets a little nervous for a second bc El really doesn’t like the dark and his kids should be home on the couch watching TV and ruining their dinner??? So why so quiet?

“Hello-?”

It’s just then that a flashlight turns on, illuminating a large, floating figure that looks to be wearing a cloak of some sort. It spooks him, making him jump and putting him immediately on edge. Suddenly it’s laughing a deep, rumbling chuckle and then it’s flying towards him, rushing and Hop has his hands up and is punching strongly into-

Pillows…?

The blanket that once seemed like a cloak falls over Hop’s face and he’s still punching when he hears the laughs. He’s struggling with the blanket over his head, pulling it off and flicking the lights on to reveal tiny feet kicking in the air from behind the couch and a curly head of blond along with crinkled blue eyes peeking over the top of the couch.

Stupid kids.

“What was that????” Hop demands, hands on his hips and anger in his voice. El pops up then, nothing but amusement in her face.

“Prank!” She shouts excitedly. Billy is still laughing when Hop turns irritated eyes onto him. Hop’s too tired for this.

The next time, they get Steve involved. Steve is not happy about it.

“Look, guys, you’re both very cute and very intimidating but this is Hopper we’re talking about here! We can’t… he’s gonna kill us!”

“No he won’t.” El is adamant as Billy pulls out the bucket full of water from the quarry that they’ve been hiding all day.

“Okay, he won’t kill you guys because he loves you guys. He doesn’t have any attachment to me! He’s gonna murder me on the spot!”

“Stop being so dramatic.” Billy says, straightening up and walking towards the window to see if Hop is coming.

“Hey!” Steve whines. “I’m not dramatic!”

“You are, and it’s adorably irritating.” Billy says as he kisses Steve soundly. “Now go out there and distract him.”

And Steve does. He stumbles over words and keeps Hop from coming in until Billy gives the signal that El has the bucket in place, which is just to open the door and let Steve in slowly so that Hop stays just past the doorway and Steve’s face is stressed and Hop isn’t an idiot, he knows something is up.

“If this is another prank…” he looks up and-

The bucket tips over and water pours down over his head.

Billy and El are laughing hard as Hop wipes his face and Steve is terrified. Hop starts taking heavy steps in the direction of the trio.

“I’m sorry Hop!” Steve is fumbling. “Uh, Chief! Sir! I’m so sorry, I was just used as bait, I promise!!”

“Come here.” Hop grumbles threateningly.

Steve is shaking like a leaf.

Hop extends his arms out. “And give me a hug.” He says it menacingly.

El’s eyes go wide and she giggles as she tries to run to her room. Billy holds his hands up in protest to the incoming Hopper.

“No no no, this is my favorite shirt.”

But none of them are safe, even as Hop chases Billy around the couch. He scoops all three of them into a very big, very damp bear hug, faces smushed and whines loud as they complain. Steve is…. Confused. But glad he’s not dying at the hands of the Police Chief so he guesses this is…. Fine….

And it’s ON at this point. Hop starts by only buying sugar free cookies and sweets but then realizes that affects him too so it’s a bit of a failure. He takes Billy’s car to get “serviced” but really he just gave it to a buddy of his down at the auto shop to hold it for a bit so that Billy has to be driven to school by Hop for a whole week. He buys only whole wheat Eggos. El hates them and pouts every time she picks up the box.

They table the Prank War so El can get her Eggos back.

But once Hop gets together w/ Joyce, Billy starts the prank war again w/ a renewed vigor. This time they have Jonathan and Will on their side, against Hop and Joyce. They all feel a little bad about doing anything mean to Joyce, but it’s still fun to watch her jump and shriek when Will’s stuffed puppy starts running around her feet. Or when they switch out all of the groceries to frozen pizzas. Or when Will and El sweetly tell her that they ran her a bath and then lead her to their bath tub full of the Jell-O they all 4 spent all day making.

Joyce and Hopper are ON IT though. they’re the fuckin dream team and were probably totally partners in crime in high school whenever they’d hang out together. They replace Billy’s hairspray w/ water. They hide all of Jonathan’s records and switch them out for old stuff from the 50’s. They let the Party come over and then embarrass the living daylights out of Will by sitting and pretending to try to understand DnD, purposefully getting everything slightly wrong and making Will want to pull his hair out. They let El go out on a date w/ Mike, but they insist on being there and they actually start dancing w/ each other in the middle of the ice cream parlor. El is mortified.

But the real straw that breaks the camel’s back is when Joyce helps Hop turn all of the kids’ clothes pink.

On picture day.

Like….. Billy is standing in the middle of their living room in a pink button down bc his clothes are fucking tinted pink now and he’s not happy.

“I can pull off anything, sure, but are you serious???”

“It was an accident.” Joyce says as she smirks over her cup of coffee.

“Let’s just get this over with.” Jonathan sighs, walking out in a pink short sleeved button down and a pout.

Will hops out, smiling a bit bc he really doesn’t care that much that his t shirt is pink. He’s a little worried about bullies but Mike helps him w/ those and he’ll be fine. El waves bye to them happily and totally not perturbed in her big pink-ish sweater with pink-ish shorts underneath.

Jonathan is pouting as he heads out to his car. “The prank stuff is over, Billy.”

“No, we can’t let them win.”

“We’re wearing pink for picture day, Billy. It’s over.”

Billy huffs in angered defeat.

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ducktracy · 4 years

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122. boom boom (1936)

release date: february 29th, 1936

series: looney tunes

director: jack king

starring: tommy bond (beans), joe dougherty (porky), billy bletcher (soldiers, enemy, general hardtack)

something you don’t see everyday—a cartoon released on february 29th. jack king’s first official cartoon prominently featuring porky (he made a very small cameo in hollywood capers). jack king would only direct a handful of porky cartoons, but they’re effectively disconcerting, strange, and downright offputting. at the same time, they’re fascinating because of that. we don’t really get any of that offbeat mood here. instead, beans and porky are soldiers in the midst of the great war. they’re sent to rescue their hostage general, but the obviously unsafe environment makes that task quite a challenge.

if the title isn’t an obvious indication as to what the cartoon entails, the opening shot of bombs exploding amuck solidifies our understanding immediately. i already love the lighting of the explosions reflecting off the fence, very moody. while king isn’t as cinematographic as, say, frank tashlin, he certainly is more ambitious with his camera angles and staging than friz freleng or even tex avery. a closeup of a bomb exploding in the dirt transitions to a shot of silhouettes charging forward. elsewhere, a dog blows his bugle, interrupted by a bomb. the bomb explodes and he now lies on the ground, injured, weakly blaring out “taps”. great, snappy timing.

some more explosions and violence just for the hell of it. a cannon is extended, targeting a dog perched inside a chimney and shooting below. the perspective on the cannon is great, a lovely curved shot as a dog pops out and conks the other dog on the head with a mallet, who slumps over. fatal cartoon violence!

elsewhere, a horse is desperately attempting to weave in and out of a barrage of bullets. a particularly threatening bullet follows him closely, tearing his backpack and clothes to shreds and attempting to do the same ritual to his metal helmet. the bullet weasels its way under and propels the helmet upwards, shredding a hole right in the middle of it. animation is quick, fast, and exhilarating. the hat snaps back down to its rightful owner with such force that the horse gets himself stuck inside the helmet, the helmet acting like body-fitting handcuffs.

nevertheless, the horse manages to seek refuge in a crumbling building, shutting the door with his foot. no matter-the bullet shoots right through the door and explodes almost everything in sight. lovely, rubbery, smooth animation as the bullet thins out and turns into a snake-like saw, tearing the helmet restraint off of the horse, who’s ducking. the bullet zips away, and buys the horse enough time to gallop over to a shelf full of bullets. now, the horse drags over part of a broken piano (not unlike the harman-ising days), the mallets hitting the bullets and firing them off. unfortunately for the horse, a spare bullet crashes right behind him and explodes. a looney tunes staple as we see the angel of the horse floating carelessly in heaven, strumming yankee doodle dandy on a lyre. death, always a good punchline! (see daffy going to hell and coming to terms with it in draftee daffy. it’s hilarious!)

another collection of gags as the soldiers engage in the fight. a particularly dopey dog with a prominent overbite fires a pop gun, the cork flying back and smacking him right between the eyes. meanwhile, a dog shooting a machine gun trembles from the impact as he slowly walks away. back to the overbite dog, shooting again and this time pulling his helmet over his face for protection. just as he believes he’s outsmarted himself, he pulls the helmet back up, just in time to be pinged once more (a gag parallel to porky’s trouble with a rubber horseshoe in the village smithy).

the stuttering dog from into your dance and hollywood capers pulls the pin out of a hand grenade and mistakenly tosses the pin instead. the impact of the explosion sends the dog flying into the air. conveniently, a first aid truck happens to be trucking on by. the driver scoops up the dog in a net and dumps him carelessly into the back of the truck.

porky’s turn for the spotlight. he whistles as a signal to his soldier buddies, and they all dive into the war zone. smart of his buddies to jump back into the trench, leaving porky alone to his oblivious self. he crawls forward on his hands and knees, visibly wary. a famous jack king hat take as his helmet flies into the air in surprise at the sound of a distant explosion. he tugs at his collar, sweat beading his face. he tiptoes forward...

and immediately flies back into the trench, right inside of their base (a great transition between the scenes as his body hurtling forward wipes the screen). he attempts to dive under a bunk bed for shelter (occupied by beans), but instead breaks the bed thanks to his weight.

beans wakes up and scratches his head in befuddlement. he shrugs it off, jumping out of bed and dragging the cowardly porcine by the feet. porky rises to his feet as beans pats him on the shoulder reassuringly—“take it easy, porky ol’ boy! take it easy!” porky’s not one for the war life as he stutters “phooey! i wish i’d-a stayed on the farm!” a fellow soldier, a snarky hippo, pops his head up from his bunk and chides “is mama’s little man afraid?”

just as porky’s about to assert that no, mama’s little man is NOT afraid, the sound of a nearby explosion interrupts his confident façade. he cowers under a table while the surrounding soldiers mock him, all singing “you’re in the army now” (including vocals provided by a random duck). porky shudders audibly at the thought. beans orders porky to snap out of it, and helps himself to spoonfuls of (heh :)) beans, porky cautiously peering out from beneath the table.

elsewhere, a bird flies amongst the fire, inevitably getting shot and spiraling towards the ground, right into the trench. it drags itself inside, where porky and beans are having a hearty meal of baked beans. exhausted, the bird collapses right in front of the duo. beans notices a scroll lodged in the bird’s helmet and pulls it out. it reads: AM BEING HELD PRISONER BY ENEMY IN OLD FARMHOUSE. SEND HELP — GEN. HARDTACK”.

right away, beans drags porky along as they race out of the trench. beans wastes no time boarding a motorcycle, leaving porky in the dust. speedy, quick animation as beans practically runs porky over, tossing him into the sidecar. the speed is to be commended—it actually conveys a sense of urgency and exhilaration. it seems tex’s knack for speed as demonstrated in gold diggers of ‘49 is finally rubbing off. porky struggles to keep his hat from flying away in the wind.

an anthropomorphized bullet (the original bullet bill!) has its sights set on beans and porky. a lovely overhead shot as it watches them speed by, hurtling straight after. the sense of speed is heightened even more, a tame parallel to tex’s speed in gold diggers. lovely, dynamic shots as they fly past curves and weave through trees, even running right into a tree that separates the motorcycle and the sidecar.

regardless, beans and porky reunite as they fly over the battlefield, their transportation falling beneath them. the bullet still whizzes after them, and the two dive into a hole for cover. the bullet explodes, yet porky and beans pop out unscathed like whack-a-moles in the distance. a lovely visual and great use of cartoon physics as the two physically lift up their hole and carry it a few feet, transplanting it back into the ground and ducking once more as another explosion endangers them.

seemingly alone, bullet nowhere in sight, beans and porky dash to a crumbling building, both peering inside. general hardtack is being tortured by his captors, bound up by ropes. one of the captors lights a candle under his feet and gives him the hot foot, forcing him to talk. beans comments “that’s general hardtack!”, and with some quick thinking he ties a spool of barbed wire to a nearby rocket.

with the strike of a match, the rockets are ignited and propel straight inside. the rocket wraps up one of the enemies with barbed wire, and then the other. beans and porky save the day as they push both captors over, beans cutting the rope off of the general, much to his gratitude.

now free, all three of them rush outside and spot a parked plane. they board and prepare to fly home. of course, no one is safe in war, not even the heroes of the cartoon. the plane is almost immediately shot to pieces, nosediving straight to the ground. fade transition as our heroes are now all in a hospital bed, bandaged up tight. the general awards beans a ribbon, who rips it in half and pins the other shred to porky. iris out as they all have a good laugh about it. such is war!

certainly one of king’s best entries by far. this is one of the rare cartoons i have actually seen before, but seldom remembered. while i’ve repeatedly mentioned how offputting his porky cartoons are (this is more of a beans cartoon honestly), it is interesting to see how he characterizes porky for the first time—as a bumbling coward. the energy was very high and upbeat in this one, and it actually conveyed a sense of urgency and exhilaration, which i welcome with open arms. the gags weren’t too side-splittingly funnt, but they aren’t exactly dull either. the horse dying and going to heaven is always a plus. beans and porky had a nice dynamic going, and this cartoon does have a lot of personality. the animation was stellar, very fluid, smooth, rubbery, malleable, and fun. while this isn’t the most fantastic cartoon out there, it’s certainly one of the better ones we’ve seen thus far, and potentially worth a watch just for the hell of it.

link!

#lt #boom boom #reviews #long post

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lokilickedme · 5 years

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It’s afternoon, the hottest day of the year so far. A severe heat advisory has been popping up on my phone off and on all day, reminding me not to leave my kids in the car when I run in to the WalMart pharmacy later. Don’t forget the iron refill. I can’t tell anymore if the creeping fatigue is my piss poor blood or the damn interminable heat.

We’re inside the library, where it’s cool and bright and too noisy for anyone over the age of forty. The back row is full of us, tired overheated parents and grandparents, trying to get as far away from the racket as possible while strategically lining ourselves up with the overhead air vents. A mom and pop musical duo are entertaining our spawn with a guitar and a sound system that’s probably spinning Satan himself into a tizzy somewhere down in Hell, windows rattling, pictures of JC and the boys vibrating on the walls. I swipe away another severe heat advisory notice on my phone and look over at my library buddy Margaret.

Margaret and I have been each other’s unspoken sit-by-me partner for maybe four years now. It’s one of those relationships forged in the fires of Lego Club, Tommy Terrific’s Magic Show, Professor Steve’s Super Science Extravaganza, STEM class, and countless educational exotic animal exhibits. I doubt she knows my name. I don’t know hers. I’ve named her Margaret because she looks like a Margaret. We just sit by each other while my sons and her grandson enjoy whatever noisefest the library is hosting on any given day, and I lug out my laptop and write smut of dubious quality while she reads whatever was on the Recommended Reads display and taps away on her phone.

We get along, me and Margaret. We don’t talk a lot, but there’s an understanding between us.

Today she looks really old. I’m sure I do too - it’s been a rough week, and she and I are of a certain set of ages when life tattoos itself on your face without showing you the design book first. I watch out of the corner of my eye as Margaret’s soul exits her body for the sixteenth time since Papa Byron and Miss Millie or whoever the fuck they are started banging away on their guitars eleven minutes ago. The kids are loving it. I line my chair up with the air conditioning vent directly above us and try to breathe.

“If I die, promise me you’ll keep bringing your boys to these things. Jayden really enjoys their company.”

I look at Margaret. She isn’t looking at me. I don’t know what to say. What does one say to a request like that from someone whose name you don’t even really know? Maybe it’s the heat. There are far too many wriggly little bodies dancing in this room.

“Sure, but If I die first you gotta promise you’ll take mine and finish raising them because my husband can’t even find the toaster.”

Margaret laughs, just a short little snuffle that ends in a terse smile of infinite understanding. “It’s been in the same damn place for the last twenty years I’ll bet.”

“Yep. And he still has to ask.”

We sit there for a long while in silence, Margaret and me, surrounded by cranky parents on their cellphones and dancing squealing children and music, loud loud music. Margaret nods. She knows she can make me this promise, to care for my children if I die first, because Margaret is eighty if she’s a day and it’s a promise she likely won’t have to keep. But she makes it anyway, because why the hell not. It’s July, it’s ninety-seven degrees, and we’ve been coming to these things for four years now and sitting next to each other, waving with a tired “See you at Lego Club” on our way out. We’re that strange sort of friends who will only realize one or the other of us is gone the day we look up and notice the empty chair beside us.

I’ll miss Margaret when that day comes. Or maybe it’ll be her that misses me.

I wonder what she calls me.

#nonfiction #me and Margaret

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manjuhitorie · 5 years

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Muro Festival, is a rock festival! Which invites newcomers, upcoming artists, veteran come-on-ers, and all hard song enthusiasts alike to celebrate. Named after Muro Kiyoto, who is the manager of a Shibuya concert venue. As an avid enforcer of music events he’s esteemed by many in the scene, so the event draws in people who are driven by the fuel of that pass. At least bands will comment “Muro fest is an adhesive (Arukara)” or “The number one trait of Murofes is that the performing bands have awesome strong connections even on the side, and that the essence of that friendship engulfs it (Wasure).“ or “Even if Murofest was hosted at a small park or a in the middle of the street or in Muro’s house or even in a public toilet, I would perform. I love Murofest (Mizuno Gii).”

Anyway the performances are full of power! Full of summer heat! Full of maudlinism to soar like Muninn! Full of a favorite: there’s Hitorie’s dead pan heartfelt bassist, ygarshy!

And you were able to watch it on a niconico livestream but...

IT’S ENDED NOW

I will preserve this post as a report.... Doubling as a source for various trivia.... I’m considering maybe if a fan makes a purchase of a Wasureranneyo album, or something of similar sentiment, and DM’s me a screenshot, I could share the recording... Even if you see this in a billion lightyears from now. Because sharing is caring, all around yeah!!!

You have to get niconico premium to watch it, which is only 540 yen. Nothing compared to the fest’s ticket fee of 10,000 yen (Plus airfare fee for us overseers). You can use foreign debit cards, or even Paypal… ! Much of the performances were locked up, only for Premium members originally even for those who were able to watch real-time, so there’s no regrets in seizing the now. Thumbs up. Live shows enhance a whole different essence, so more than listening to a J-rock playlist on Spotify I’d recommend taking a dive into this while you can!!

Not only can you upfront witness the air around their electric pickguards warp to their technique, you can see them hop and whomp and throwmp around! What chords they clench with their teeth, what lines they unleash from the pit of their lungs, what parts the band will huddle together for and what songs mean the world to them! Also the crowds reactions, I move when I see them move, in polysemy. If there’s any niche J-rock band names you’ve maybe been curious about, or just want to find some new indie J-rock, the artist line-up is here! LAMP ON TERREN: wowawawa’s best buddy ‘Dai-chan’ is in there… *Waves hand* TERREN were once scheduled for a joint live with perfect timing, so they brought a birthday cake for wowaka and they got friendly with Rie... or so they thought.. The next day SND was ready to beat the shit out of them on stage. But they’re all friendly now (I think)))) Arukara: They master the standard rock setup with wads of distortion, wah effects, while sometimes make instrumental songs with violin etc. even! They do podcasts! And they reinforce cats a lot. I recommend Chigirero. majiko: Village Man’s Store: Who are the band with bright red suits, bright firey songs, and bright red lips who kissed Shinoda that one time - In seriousness I could recommend them though, they’re sweet with only a little taste of the sleazy! KAKASHI are rejoiced by quite a few Hitorie fans I know. There’s CIVILIAN: A three-piece whom all graduated from the Tokyo School of Music Shibuya, the bonds roam, who also hosts Nanou HoehoeP, another past utaite like majiko. LEGO BIG MORL: Sukippara ni Sake: Who are swanky with Kachāshī-like dances to the stretches of never making a boring song. And so so many more! J-rock band names start to make more less sense the more I’m in here! Wahoo! A band named Hitorie performed two years ago, and there’s LEGO BIG MORL this year, which is hoisted up by the same manager as Hitorie, Mika Arara! The members separately will some participate in cooking shows(), some each do acoustic shows on their own accord, each ego-search, and their stoic songs together are bound to at least make your foot tap from their flavored textures. For this sake I’m eyeing up the band’s particularly memorable whiz named Hiroki Tanaka. Hiroki is not most notable for his #My ygarshy hashtag, but for the sake of this he is. Under the tag is either Hiroki posting a picture of him together with ygarshy or him commenting #My ygarshy on pictures ygarshy of himself with others. Or the “What? Are you a couple?” on ygarshy’s “It’s our 9th year anniversary” photo of him with SND… yg “Sorry.” In general ygarshy and Hiroki are friendly, they drink and vent together time to time.Also Hiroki and Shibata Takahiro, the character who comes in soon, have a unit called Takahiroki. Which is the two of them fused to make flurry, with only an acoustic guitar and a mic as their weapons even! Their concerts tend to break the norms of the non-flamboyant J-rock scene, as they screw around with their power with no real point, just a joint to a jollity! Where as many J-rock shows will use screens of music visualizers to engross, Takahiroki will use the crowd by galvanizing them raise their signature rainbow towels or make explosive call-outs towards the flames of reality. Where many will use subdued dance to party, Takahiroki will chit-chat about food and females as they swing their limbs like spinning amusement park rides or dress as bartenders and drink . Though all rock shows are have their unique tricks and spirit, it’s nice to see it super shaken up also… I introduce these two for good reason! It’s background for what’s feautured in the niconico livestream! The band Wasureranneyo! That Shibata is on vocals and guitar, that Hiroki is on main guitar, our ygarshy is on bass, and Takayuki Tomita is on drums! Tomita is from a band called THE LOVE NINGEN, whom I’m not sure how came into relation with Shibata, but Wasurerannee yo is constantly borrowing members to fill it’s blanks due to . ygarshy has been consistent for more than half a year now! Hiroki also bounces in whenever he can an ex. Wasurerannee yo member once filled in for Love Ningen. They themselves most likely meet at festivals like this! Where similar bands get together under a sonic medium and spend the crepuscle ball. But I’m going back to ygarshy! Him! His performance is a spotlight!

the important part THE SHOW highlights

Wasureraneeyo start at 1:27:28, end at 1:58:39. You can manually copy-paste, and it’s a whole 30 minutes action-packed. There's about 48 hours before a the single watch instance will expire, but it's possible to close the window and come back anytime between then.

The first 5+ minutes are rehearsal, they’re muted to give the live-goers an extra extra incentive. It’s still worth a peak to see how musicians will stroll as they test. They played their theme song and also a cover of Alexandros’ Wataridori there’s nothing worth hearing anyway right (*wails).

The rest is 100% worth the buck! ●Shibata starts off by whimpering over an urge he needs to burst out, he needs everybody to cheer him on. When he Says “Miyamoto - Ryou!”, you have to shout “You can do it!” Note: Miyamoto and Ryou are a comedian duo, who just days ago were revealed to the victims of a corrupted corporation, who was holding absolute control over them. People have cheering for them to win better circumstances in the case. Yet the apologies and the press conferences have been fantasy football battles.... Ugh... It's a riot for sure though! Official news reports are here or here or etc. ●He gets everyone to wiggle their arms 90° angles above their heads “like we’ve gone crazy!” and shout a nonsensical “Yossoi hoi hoi!” chant! With the heat as the beat! yga just plays bass! ●He makes noise for his mom, multiple times throughout! His T-shirt even has his mom on it! Specifically a picture of 2 year old himself being embraced by his mother printed on it, with the word “Mother” metallically written on the back… Source from his past diary entry of him expressing his maternal love. I can’t believe this ygarshy no wonder you can’t help but smile a lot during these shows. ●He complains about the shitty time he “went out drinking when he two cute girls walked through the door in, ‘Oh, oh, oh!’ he thought, only for them to start chit-chatting about how small their boyfriend’s dicks are! What kind of damnation is this bullshit!” ●The lyrics are about that stuff anyway!! ●There’s also a special appearance from Kanata Takehiro, the vocalist of LEGO BIG MORL. Shibata bitches at him mid-solo because “Fuck you! All the girls are staring at you now damn it!” *He is actually popular in the band due to being good and cooking and math and being an overall goofball behind the gallantries. The original of Odore Hikikomori features Hiroki and Sekihan, of Happy Head NANIYORI also he was in the niconico scene a long time ago, both dressed in clothes that you may find very unlikely but 100% plausible. ●ygarshy smiles and then recalibrates his hair over his eyes to look like a dark souls boss faceless again. He holds his bass with the neck upwards, he’s reviving his high school orchestra club bass playing sensibility. Virtuoso. The high tempo of Wasureraneeyo’s songs is definitely on par with Hitorie’s, Rie's irregular metres, swapping, interchanging and 456 metres are monstrous, but the sheer volume of tutti and strumming in Wasure’s punk songs seems to be something else as well…! yganbare!! ●Also don’t worry about those missed minutes because Shibata crowd-surfs again. This time with cash in his hand a mission! Saying “I’m glad to be here! Take me to the cute beer darling!”, as he is driven by the hands of the compliantly ecstatic crowd towards a staff member waiting in the middle of the crowd, holding up your average beer! Shibata trades the cash for the cup, he orders everyone to gather under him, “I can’t stand up if you’re pushing my ass! Oh now I can thank you”, and at last he gains the support to stand up! On top of a crowd for God's sake he rises. To glug the beer like a food chain top predator of the wild. Then to slide back to stage while crying for his mom again.

●Hiroki physically shoves ygarshy around while they have the stage to themselves. Ahh how the tables turn, the kicker to the pushee. ●In his black robes ygarshy is just such a trance to witness play throughout… It’s really great in motion and as a whole I love dirty rock concerts. Music has to be heard, my lumberous lumpy text can’t convey those sound waves… So give it a watch if you may have free time to do so! Only if you can please! Source for comments and some info: https://skream.jp/feature/2019/06/muro_festival_2019.php More photos and videos can be found on their official twitter! Photos by Suzuki Kouhei woah...

#Watching the scene change from day to night was cool I want to go #The other bands are interesting enough they all deserve to be highlighted but my favoritism keeps me sticking here #ヒトリエ #ygarshy #hitorie

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