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𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡✟𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡

(This is my writing style. If you don't like it idk..js don't shoot me?)

Sometimes You either liked going out, or you didn't, and it sucked. In this case, you've been invited to the function by Alphonse and decided to invite along Seth. For the fun of things, to say the least. 

The music was blasting, bodies were moving, and drinks were being downed like they were nothing. 

You decided to text Alphonse that you were inside, but he beat you to the punch. As you pulled your phone out of your denim pocket, you watched as a suspiciously Alphonse-looking finger pushed it right down. "Wassup, Boo!" he greeted.

You couldn't help but stare at what he was wearing; 

One of those translucent tops that was also really glittery for some reason, plain jeans, but they were baggy, and whatever type of shoes he had on....

Now, don't get me wrong, he looked Thee FUCK good. And You saw it. 

That pinkish-purple-haired fuck. Looked good and, in a way, made you feel a little less shitty about going to the party. 

"So, Boo, what can I get ya' doll?" Alphonse questioned as his figure stood in front of you. "How you like your Liquor, Baby? Whiskey, Vodka, or Rum?" He chuckled lowly, "You seem like a Rum type of-"

Before Alphonse could continue his guessing game with drinks, A familiar voice sounded near you both. 

"Ah, You." A certain cowboy's accent appeared behind you. 

The figure hugged you and turned you around, and before you hugged back you saw that it was Seth. Excitedly, you hugged him back. 

Seth had just come, and he already smelled like the party itself: smoke, drinks, and cologne. 

"Almost thought I wouldn't be able to find you, Sugar." He chuckled, and Alphonse coughed hard. One of those fake coughs to pull the person on the other side of the conversation back onto them. "You invited this washed-up cowboy, Shugar." Alphonse scoffed, making sure to mock Seth's accent.

That's when you felt it. The tension between the two boys. They would have been standing face to face if it weren't for your standing between the two. Their eyes met each other, one pair a warm blue, the other a chilling brown color. Both couldn't help but stare at the other. Well, that was before Seth finally said something.

"Well, hello to you too, Mr.Loverman." He mumbled before finally disconnecting his gaze. "Yeah... No, don't call me that, Asshole." He mumbled back.

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Yeah, this was Your fault mainly. You knew the messy past the two had, and yeah, you knew that Alphonse wasn't very fond of Seth. But You also knew that they didn't hate each other as much as their actions and words made it seem. Or at least, Seth didn't hate Alphonse. 

And yeah. It was YOUR FAULT that you were all stuck in a cramped bathroom right now...

"Oh, but look at the bright side, boys! At least we aren't starvin' o-or dead!" Alphonse mocked Your previous statement, "We've been trapped in this fucking bathroom for almost 25 minutes, Boo." Alphonse took a breath. "I'm starting to think I'm getting Cacophobia."

"You mean, Claustrophobia. The fear of being in tight, closed spaces..." Seth sighed, his back against the wall.

"Oh no, Cowboy. I meant what I said." Alphonse scoffed, and you can visibly see Seth get irritated "What the fuck even is Cacophobia-"

Before they could start back arguing you attempted to shake the doorknob roughly once again. The door shook but it didn't budge. It was like they were locked in from the outside. After that, You just gave up, letting your back fall against the bathroom door as you slowly moved to sit on the floor.

Concerned, Alphonse sighed and sat next to you, offering an arm around your shoulders. "It's a party, Boo. Someone is gonna have to use the bathroom, and when they see the door locked, they'll have someone to open the door." He kissed your forehead. 

"In the meanwhile, we can do what we came here for; well, I came here to do-" 

"And, what would that be? Get shitfaced?" Seth questioned.

"And, if it was?" Alphonse glared. "Oh, Nothing. You just haven't changed." Seth laughed to himself.

𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡✟𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡

And 25 minutes turned into 35, which turned into 45, and that turned into an hour. 

Your burden took all three of you playing spin the bottle with a good ole fashioned bottle of Dark rum. Alphonse was already a bit tipsy, and so were You. While Seth proved to handle his liquor well. 

As the bottle spun on their bathroom tile, it almost made you feel loopy. As it stopped slowly, it stopped between You and Alphonse.

Al smirked as he crawled towards you, kissing you softly before putting effort into it. Your faces came together once more in a desperate attempt to have each other, even though you already did. And as you pulled away, you could see a string of saliva connecting, and how Al looked like he didn't want to pull back to begin with. Then, you both drank. 

You both went back to your respective spots, and You spin the bottle again; this time it didn't land on you and Alphonse; rather, this time gravity chose to have Alphonse suck-face with Seth. 

But what you thought would happen didn't. You thought it would be a protest or a change in rules, but it wasn't. Seth took a deep breath, and Alphonse followed. And before you could blink, the two boys were going at it-

Not like that. But their kiss was passionate. Seth had his hands on both sides of Alphonse's face; Alphonse had his hands around Seth's neck. As they kissed, it got increasingly heated, the kiss turning into the two sharing what seemed like a very needed tongue down. Alphonse pulled back first. Looking towards You. He looked concerned, not guilty, but looking at how you'd react.

He expected you to be mad or upset, but it wasn't like that at all. You were anything but mad. Al got closer to you, and you watched as Seth did the same. 

𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡✟𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡

Which ultimately led you to this;

"Holy shit, Boo." Alphonse huffs, licking his lips as he watches you slowly go up and down his dick, letting your tongue bless him. Seth was sitting on top of the toilet lid, while Alphonse was sitting on top of him, and you were in front of both of them on your knees. 

Seth placed hickeys on the back of Alphonse's neck, sucking in the skin and licking the spot afterwards. Your lips were slightly red by the time you stopped your deed, moving to your feet and watching as Seth had his hand around Alphonse's throat this time. Before anything could be said, you grabbed Alphonse's collar and brought his face closer to yours. Kissing the stud harshly. 

You all got lost in your intoxicating feelings for one another.

Well, that was before the bathroom door finally opened. And by then, Seth was onto f you while you lay on Alphonse's chest, on the tile of the bathroom floor. 

𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡✟𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡

To: "*FirstName LastName*" <[email protected]>

CC: The rookie on floor 9

From: "Auron"

Subject: Yes, You May.

Over the past 3 months of our ongoing affair, one could call it. I've collected data that is rather important to me. That data being what you're into and what you're not. But in my examination of this data, I've noticed something rather Interesting. You have a strange obsession with my hair. But not just my hair, but when it's simply resting on both of my shoulders, not bothering you, just simply sitting there. Unfortunately, you cannot deny this claim. But I push the question forward: Why?

Exhibit A ,

On the first Wednesday of May, you accompanied me to my home, and we took a rather long visit to my room, where I had you under me in the missionary position. As I penetrated you, I noticed the tight grip you had on my hair. Of course, at the time I didn't say anything, not because I didn't like it. No. Quite the opposite. At the time, I believed that it was because of my pace, but upon thinking more about it. That wasn't the reason at all. Was it, Rook?

If that's not enough evidence for you to give me an answer I present to you,

Exhibit B ,

On Valentine's Day, we had our usual Saturday dinner. Despite believing there were no strings attached, and despite me buying you a bouquet of white roses and buying out the entire restaurant, We've engaged in another endeavor of what you call "making out," In which you had a handful of my hair in your palm as we kissed, and before that, as we sat in the car, you were gently running your hand through my hair.

and to conclude this case, I give you,

Exhibit C ,

Just this very morning, you asked if, after everyone left the office building, may you give me a "scalp massage". And I offered to email you my response. And from the way your beautiful eyes got bigger, I got to see how addictive my hair must be to you. SO, since I feel ever so generous, I will let you.

In the agreement, you let me do the same and answer my question.

You have 15 minutes to reply to this email.

Good luck, Rook.

Your Boss.

Auron | The Boss, CEO.

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WAITTTTT! : hey, yeah, so...although I've been a Yuuri fan for like ever! Some of his characters weren't exactly my cup of tea, so I am still learning and getting into those characters(Faust, Lucien, & Alphonse), so please be respectful of my headcannons. THANK YOUUU.

oh, and soft nsfw warning.

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ALPHONSE :

There's no convincing me that he isn't into a good sweet cherry flavor anything. The included the following;

Lip gloss, which he loves to kiss off of you.

Perfume&Body spray, that he'll hurl you over his shoulder for.

& the cherry flavored Dumdum that reminds him of the pretty pussy when he refuse to stop licking at it.

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If Al was blind (which he definitely is a little.), he would have the sexiest pair of glasses to exist, or at least he would think they were. I'm talking about the MEANIST pair of browline glasses you ever seen.

and they would definitely be reading glasses, and if not he has them because his right eye is completely fucked and has a unique perception.

He has a 4/20 vision.

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Alphonse has a daddy kink. Not just for himself though, he'll call his partner mommy or daddy if they wanted. There no shame in his game either, he'll do it in public if wanted to mess with you.

and he definitely has a thing when you get jealous because he wants you to be allll up on him when you see another somebody tryna get at him. But he would never make you jelly on purpose

unless...

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FINN :

Everything about Finn is soft; from his hair to his body, he's so gentle. That includes deviously gentle strokes. He can't help it he doesn't want to harm you but at the same time...he doesn't mind the face you make when you watch him go inside slowly and out even slower when you're just so close.

But it's ok because you like it even more when his nose scrunches up when you edge him closer.

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I'm very convinced that Finn loves it when you brush his hair for him, and wash it to. And his favorite hair wash is the one that smells like peppermint, I could even as far to say the he loves it when you style his hair, and he gets to kneel on a pillow in front of you.

It's a win-win, you get to spend time with your cutie doing his hair, while he gets to spend time admiring you from below.

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You both go on an annual date to a amusement park every June and you make him do all the activities you can; rollercoasters, waterslides, games, bumper carts, and by the time your time is up on your wristbands you did nearly half of the entire park, and Finn is desperate to leave while he can.

in which Finn and Reader share an indirect

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You and Finn have been friends for a while now, mainly because he had few friends and you're now in a similar situation. He was there for you when your other shitty "friends" ditched you for the more popular.

You both met in the school's garden and have been talking ever since. Sharing lunch and talking about flowers included.

Occasionally, Finn would wait for you outside of the school's gym while you had practice on Wednesdays.

Today, you both agreed to meet each other outside the school's gates when Finn was done caring for the school's garden, and you were done with practice.

But today's practice went a little longer than it was supposed to. By the time You were done, you stumbled out of the gym room, drenched in sweat, and your bag hanging on one shoulder.

You spotted Finn just where you both agreed to meet. His back turned to you, you can see his long, adorable blond hair, and the freckles on his arms and hands as he poked at a flower that was slowly dying at the gate.

You exclaimed at him, waving, running down the hill, instead of taking the flight of stairs that were right there, and stumbling forward. You landed in front of him and looked up with a smile on your face, while a tint of color grew on his.

"H-hello there," Finn mumbled, looking down at you. And for a moment, neither of you moved.

You mentioned that he looked scared, and he responded, "Maybe because you fell face-first in front of me?"

"Hey, what took you so long anyway? Usually, you're getting out early, not late," He questioned in a more confused manner whilst helping you up.

What had taken you so long? Your coach made you run 15 laps around the gym to the point felt like you had asthma...which, now that you think about it, you probably do.

It made you wheeze just thinking about it. And Finn was quick to pat your back gently.

"Oh my, Do you need water?" He asked, and you nodded your head in the midst of coughing. When you looked up, you watched as Finn took out a water bottle from his bag; an appealing green metal bottle, with stickers of different plant types on it.

As he handed it to you, you take a gulp from the top and close the lid once more.

You realized you kind of just drank off him, but you didn't care much. But Finn's face; he didn't look at you as if you just killed a bug; he looked flustered.

Like very flustered. His cheeks were a light pink that seemed to spread to his entire face, and his gaze refused to meet yours.

You asked him what was wrong, and offered to clean the bottle, but he only answered with shaking his head no.

Because that's not what he wanted. He didn't mind at all either. But just a few moments ago he had lips in the same exact spot, and couldn't help but blush and avoid when you asked what was wrong.

But if you have any pairing or storylines you wanna see, I WILL write them for the low price of FREE lmao. So request all you want!

That's includes:Yuurivoice, bnha, jjk, and litterly any anime or series because I think I've seen them all at this point.