People haven't really known about the Vice President of Human Experience of Valdivian.
I mean who wouldn't with big names like David Most and now current CEO Franklin Most (Yes they got married!) people don't really bat an eye towards some random with a weird position on one of the biggest corporations in the world.
Until they keep noticing them with a bunch of famous/known people all over the globe.
Which got a lot of people thinking...
Is there anyone this person doesn't fuck?!
• This is another Date Everything Imagine a few years after Realization
• Since most of the Dateables have become famous or just being successful, it was bound for the public to learn about the Player.
• To the point everyone in social media is talking about us and our connection to the Dateables.
• at First the fame started small where you were recognized in a few events or streams (in Stella's case) with your beloved lovers.
• like for example Miranda, in the ending it mentioned that most of her songs are dedicated to us. Which will get her fans to start theorizing on who the person their favorite singer dedicated most of her fans.
• Which led them to notice you, Knowing the dedication of the fans some managed to recognized Miranda while she's in the middle of a date or a public place with you and her either holding hands or just being flirty.
• After that some of her fans have managed to find your identity as the Vice-President of human experience in Valdivian, but that's not the only information they found out.
• Infact some other fans from other Known Dateables like Stella, Keyes, Rainey, Johnny, Hoove and etc...
• Have noticed you with them on a lot of occasions and not just fans.
• One of my headcanons is that the dateables will have human friends and acquaintances that they're close to and will also notice you visiting your lovers or the dateables visiting you in return.
• For Example,
- Like Dorian asking a day off from his boss which will shock him cause it's quite rare for the doorman to have a break. On which his boss will ask him on to why which led to Dorian being flustered and saying that he wants to visit a special someone 🤭.
- This also can be applied to the most Workaholic Dateables.
• in some case scenarios the friends of the dateables will see you with them being all lovey-dovey, infact some of the dateables will probably invite you to be their plus one on a event or something
• The Dateables will introduce you as their lover of course, but as time passes and your so-called fame grows-
• Some acquaintances of the Dateables will start to notice you with your other lovers which will lead them to a rabbit hole of sightings of you in social media with another Dateable.
• But not just one, oh no- They will see in Social Media about the "Player" who managed to be lovers by a lot of known people.
• I have a scenario where one fan of a Dateable will at first be angry cause they thought their idol was getting cheated on by the Vice-president of human experience, Until they searched further and see that not only did you managed to seduce their favorite artist-
• But also managed to seduce other people who are famous as well which led them to have an account to see on who did you managed to seduce next.
• Which will then lead to a lot of misunderstandings 😅
• Some people will be mad at you for being a "Player", so they try to inform the Dateables of your so-called deceit.
• Which led them to respond In a way they never expect:
- Some of them will definitely defend you aggressively, but then they will mention that they kinda knew about the so-called "Others" in your life.
- Which will lead to another misunderstanding,
- For Example, When Ben-hwa or Betty was asked about about you they will say that they knew about the other lovers but will also imply that they cannot blame you have always been charismatic and that they don't mind sharing cause you always knew how to treat them right 😉
- Infact some Dateables when asked about you will start to wax poetry about how you know how to love so well, that they cannot blame you from having other lovers compared to them
- Some will even talk about you being insatiable and imply being amazing in bed😈.
• Which will then lead you to your reputation from being hated to being admired.
• Some people will even call you the Ultimate Lover cause you do not discriminate on who your lovers were.
• From Black, White, Asian, Indigenous - All Members of Ligibitdiqua 🤣.
• Hell Even people who are Ugly or Beautiful, Disabled or Non-Disabled, Couples???? Polyamorous Couples??? A Frat????
• Heck they're will be fan accounts of you, with sightings on what lover will you have next.
'Oh my god, I thought this mf is only going for women but men too?! Like wtf???'
'Bro, they even banged an Ugly-Rat dude...Like Holy Shit this fucker don't discriminate!!!!!'
'Like do they even have a type???? Like every week I see them with a different type of person! 😳"
'ALL HAIL THE ULTIMATE SEDUCER! No type of hole goes untouched whenever they decide to go after you~'
'I once feel insecure of myself with me being fat and shit, But then I remember that there's a chance that Valdivian's Vice-President will probably want me as well 😌'
'GOD DAMN, I HEARD THIS MUDAFACKA MANAGED TO BAG BOTH RAINEY AND TONY AT THE SAME TIME! LIKE DUDE TEACH ME YOUR WAYS!!!'
'Dude I once saw them with my realtors as well!! Even people who are couples are not safe!!😱'
'I scroll down this account to see on which type of lover this fucker will have for a week, and today it's a Goth boy then last week it's a Cat Boy like wtf.....how you bangin everything bruh?!'
'I have heard about them sleeping with a Couple from my landscaping company infact I heard that it was because of them they're relationship grew stronger 💪, Like what the hell is this power??'
'We need to hide our parents, our grandparents hell maybe even us as well cause there's a chance they might bag both me and my boyfriend as well 😭'
'I kinda don't mind 😉, Like please Vice-Pres experience me like you experience others 😘'
• Comments like these flood through every Social media platform.
• and of course your lovers will probably see your new-found fame.
• Some will find it hilarious like Curt & Rod will probably shade you in one of their shows even if your basically one of their lovers as well.
• But some will get a bit protective, Surprisingly dateables like Amir, Rebel and others do not like sharing you with others who are not part of the household.
• Some will get possessive when they see others trying to flirt with you.
• This will also probably lead to them being more open to PDA when in public with you.
• There's one time when Parker growled at someone for trying to ask you on dating advice.
• Speaking of Dating Advice people will probably flood your account with a lot of it.
• To the point your new found fame has affected your work life as well, Infact some of your colleagues will probably ask about you and how you manage to seduce a lot of famous people.
• Which will probably lead to Franklin Lieste putting his foot down and make a new rule in the workplace for people to stop asking you about non-related work stuff. So you don't too overwhelmed.
• Tom your manager (Who also wants to be your lover) will probably try protect you the since you both work in the same company
• But unfortunately, For him your assistant Dishy and also Willi will probably be your main protectors and also will ward of any potential suitors since they both work at Valdivian as well.
• And for those who try to Doxx more of you, Mac and Telly will have it covered and also Daemon as well but he AlwAyzsj pPRooTect yOuu NO matttER WhhAtt!!
• Other Dateables will probably use their influences to get a lot of suitors and haters to get away from you.
• Either way by the end of the day you really don't really care about your new found fame since you heart always have belonged to them no matter what.
This last one is lowkey to do with my Hector/Dolly rarepair but it’s silly enough on its own that it can be taken however! I do have ship edits in the drafts— at least the first sampling of some.
Definitely have not been thinking of nothing but this dumb game I definitely hate this game yup hate it don't love it at all
So anyway Curt and Rod right
I love these idiots soooooo muuuuuuccchhh
I WILL get to drawing Rod- just a little intimidated by the hair- scared I'll just make it look like a bunch of sausages😔 BUT I SHALL MASTER MY STYLE FOR HIM!!!! MARK MY WORDS!!!!!!!!!
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haven't posted an original work on here in god knows how long 😀 hey y'all
the stupid curtains in date everything have taken up 90% of my brain so i wrote a little sumn sumn to keep myself from going insane (and because i haven't seen nearly enough ship fics with these two)
it's up on ao3 if you wanted to read it there but i'll also post it here >:)
this is my first attempt at writing a full-blown oneshot pls be nice 😔
characters: Curt (Date Everything!), Rod (Date Everything!), Player Character (Date Everything!) [briefly]
tags: fluff & smut, no beta we die like zoey bennett (there was one beta read), brief appearance from player character, first time, hand jobs, mutual pining, friends to lovers (kinda), pwp, kissing, self-indulgent
“Let’s just get this over with, alright?” Rod sighs, though the furrow in his brow is more flustered than agitated.
For a duo that has been attached at the hip since their conception, it’s odd for both of them to feel so…awkward about their close proximity. But neither of them have a grasp on their feelings for each other and Rod thinks this is the only way they’ll be able to figure it out.
“Don’t make it weird…fuckin’ weirdo,” Curt mutters, his usual playful bite nowhere to be found as Rod tentatively cups his cheek. The pads of his fingers are calloused, but his hands are softer than Curt had initially imagined. The soft felt of the couch beneath his palms doesn’t do much to distract him from how fast his heart is racing, but it’s at least something to grip onto as he braces for the inevitable.
Curt’s breath is warm against Rod's lips, the look in his eyes as nervous as it is curious. Seeing that he’s not the only one nervous is relieving, and with a deep breath, he closes the distance between the two of them.
It’s awkward at first — the coolness of Curt’s rings flush against Rod's chest, the warmth of Rod's hand radiating through the side of Curt’s shirt. But, like with all things, the two fall into a rhythm, albeit teetering on the line of grounding familiarity and uncomfortable uncertainty.
Curt makes a move to pull away, only to be caught off guard by Rod's almost insistent chasing of his lips. His grip on Curt’s waist tightens ever so slightly as his thumb hooks into the Rod balanced at his hip; whatever lingering hesitation is wisped away with the soft sound that escapes Rod's lips.
Now, Curt has seen Rod pining aimlessly over Wyndolyn, but he never thought any of that affection directed towards him. And he damn sure never thought he’d be this inclined to return it tenfold.
In truth, Rod is terrified. Terrified of what will happen when Curt pulls away, tells him he’s uncomfortable, forces them back into that stifling, cyclical back-and-forth that they’ve grown accustomed to. Is it selfish to want to be held by the man he’s spent his entire adolescence clinging onto? To be able to let go without the fear that he won’t reciprocate?
Is Curt only doing this to appease Rod? He knows the guy’s a pushover, but come on, that can’t be the only reason. He hopes it isn’t the only reason.
His worries fade ever so slightly as Curt seems to melt into the feeling, mirroring the position of Rod's hand on his cheek and gently tugging him just a bit closer.
Curt’s still trying to wrap his head around why they’re doing this now, why they haven’t done this sooner, what happens when the moment passes and they’re left in the aftermath. But the peach fuzz tickling his top lip reminds him that despite whatever happens when this is done, Rod's still his best friend.
His best friend whose actions are causing his own repressed feelings to bubble to the surface.
His very attractive best friend that pulls the most embarrassing noise from the back of his throat as he licks into his mouth, but his best friend nonetheless.
Rod was torn between quitting while he’s ahead or giving into his own selfishness, but all inhibiting factors went out of the window when Curt moaned into his mouth, the hand that was resting on the side of his face now tangled into his locs. Rod is hesitant as shifts to straddle his friend, but the weight of Curt’s arms draped over his shoulders makes him think that maybe Curt has wanted this for a while, too.
“Is this okay?” He murmurs, his hand slipping beneath the black cloth covering Curt’s torso. He hums in approval, but Rod's uncertainty gets the best of him as he pulls away, worried that he’ll regret it before they’ve even started.
Warmth pools in the pit of Rod's stomach at the sight beneath him — pupils blown wide and lips parted with each heated breath that falls between them. Rod swallows, not sure if it’s the nerves, the desire, or something else entirely that’s causing him to freeze up like this.
He clears his throat, praying the anxiety in his chest doesn’t make his voice break.
“We can stop if—”
“No.”
Rod blinks.
He didn’t expect Curt to answer with such…certainty, let alone with that much speed.
“First time for everything, right?” Rod laughs softly at his words, shaking his head fondly as some of the tension in his body eases.
“You’re so fucking corny, you know that?”
Curt sucks his teeth, the playful, familiar jab making him roll his eyes.
“You know what? Man, fuck you, neverm—”
Usually, he’d have been quicker with a comeback, one that easily matched Rod's in wit and burn. But he’s learned rather quickly that Rod is really, really good at getting him to shut the fuck up.
The room is almost silent, save for the gentle rustling of cloth, the occasional sounds of their rods and rings clanging against each other, and something that neither will ever admit to unless it were behind closed doors.
Curt is touchy, his fingers threading through Rod's hair and between his drapes as he yearns to feel the warmth of Rod's skin against his own. He shucks his drapes off, wincing as it clangs to the floor and making a mental note to apologize to Florence and Celia…he’d rather not be on the mayor and her secretary’s shit list.
Rod's movements are nowhere near as delicate as he peels back the blues and blacks clinging to the Curt’s arms and torso. Huffs of laughter and annoyed swears fill the space between them as he fumbles to unhook the fabric of Curt’s top from its rings, a quiet reverence lacing his expression as his less-than-nimble fingers trace along his friend’s soft skin.
He’s seen Curt topless countless times before, and Rod's everyday wear leaves him half-topless for the whole house to see. But the soft intimacy, the growing intensity of the moment is enough to make both question if they’ll be ready to address the tension once the dust settles.
As difficult as it was earlier, kissing Curt in the present seems to put Rod's mind at ease, swallowing each sigh and moan with his lips and tongue as his hands find purchase on Curt’s waist. He’s hesitant to push forward, though his fingers curl with the urge to dip beneath the bright, pale white that contrasts his gorgeous dark skin.
He short circuits as a shaky hand guides his own to Curt’s front, coupled with an equally as shaky exhale from the man beneath him. Rod pulls away, searching his friend’s gaze for some semblance of hesitance, uncertainty, but all he really can make out is a mix of nerves and desire.
“You sure?” his voice is soft, and a part of him wants Curt to say no, saving both of them the potential fallout of a broken friendship.
“Yeah…yeah,” Curt’s voice soft, his tone warm as ever.
Rod lets out a soft breath, and while it fails to relieve the nerves brimming in his chest, the feeling of Curt’s lips against his does a better job than any of his futile attempts.
He’d be lying if he said he didn’t know why he feels as hesitant as he does, but the soft moan that spills from Curt’s plush lips is enough to give him the confidence boost he needs to unhook the rod around his waist and slip a warm hand beneath his slacks.
The lack of experience between them is palpable, but with the way Curt arches into Rod's touch, the way his fingers tangle into his hair, you wouldn’t be able to tell. Rod's lips trail down his jaw, his breath warm against Curt’s neck as he palms him through his boxers.
Rod groans softly as Curt’s grip on his locs tightens with each press of his hand to Curt’s groin. He exhales shakily as he helps Curt shuck off his boxers, resting a tentative hand on his thigh.
To be fair, this won’t be the first time they’ve seen each other naked. They’ve known each other for too long to not be comfortable in their most vulnerable of states.
But the trust that comes with baring yourself in a setting like this isn’t something that either of them ever saw coming, and the weight of the situation hangs thick between them. They care about each other too much to not acknowledge it, if not verbally than at least in thought.
“You’re staring.”
“So, what, I’m not allowed to look now?” The banter is comfortable. A crutch. Rod ignores his reservations and brings his hand from Curt’s thigh to his cock, swallowing as it twitches in his hold. He glances up, nearly missing the look of unadulterated arousal on Curt’s face before he masks it.
“What?”
“I didn’t say anything! you’re the one that made a face.”
“But you looked at—” Rod swipes his thumb along Curt’s slit, watching the way his long lashes flutter as his breathing stutters for a split second.
He isn’t sure if he’s more smug or turned on by his expression, but Curt’s reaction only encourages him further. He leans down to capture Curt’s lips in another, more passionate kiss, drinking in every sound that slips from Curt’s lips. He moves his hand in rhythmic, languid strokes, feeling Curt’s cock brush against his abdomen as he ruts into his hand.
“Good?” he murmurs, feeling his own pants tighten as he looks takes in the sight of Curt nodding, his lips parted as his breath wafts across Rod's lips. He’s torn from his thoughts, however, when Curt hooks a trembling hand beneath the elastic of his waistband.
“You don’t have you if you don’t…I’m fine just doing this,” Rod breathes out, his own insecurity trying to rear its ugly head and ruin the moment he never even thought he’d get to have.
“But I want to. if you want me to,” Curt meets his gaze briefly before Rod's eyes follow the way his tongue darts out to wet his lips.
“A-alright, then,” Rod admittedly does most of the work given their position, but he’s back on top of Curt in a matter of moments, biting the inside of his cheek as his best friend takes in the sights.
“Why are you staring at—?”
“—We’re not doing this shit again,” that pulls a soft laugh from Rod, a sound that’s always been able to make Curt smile. He leans up to kiss Rod again, one that helps him relax as his free hand trails from Rod's waist to his front.
“Can I touch you?” he can feel Rod's hesitation, almost moving his hand away entirely before he nods. Curt’s eyes meet his, and to save the man from any more embarrassment, he kisses him again, slowly, as his hand dips below Rod's navel. He moans softly against Curt’s lips, kissing him deeper in a failed attempt to stifle the noise.
In any other scenario, Rod would bask in the attention without hesitation. He can’t help but to want to make Curt feel as good as he does, stroking him in time with Curt’s hand against his own cock.
Where Rod is lacking in volume, Curt makes up for it tenfold. Where Rod is lacking in confidence, Curt coaxes him through soft affirmations and heavy breaths, picking up the pace of his hand as Rod finds it harder and harder to kiss back.
He almost surpasses Curt’s loudness as his movements grow sloppier, struggling to fully focus on anything other than how warm and soft and warm Curt’s hand is and how fucking good it feels when their cocks brush against each other, how his head spins at the glide of their hands on each others’ cocks, slick with an embarrassing amount of precum.
Rod feels Curt buck up into his hand as a soft whine threatens to escape from the back of his throat, his grip in his locs tightening as he accidentally bites Rod's bottom lip, hard.
“Fuck— shit—” Rod's voice chokes off into a broken moan as his hips stutter, painting Curt’s hand, stomach, and cock in thick ropes of white as his chest heaves. The sight is more than enough for Curt to follow suit, spilling into Rod's now motionless hand.
The air between them is quiet, heavy breathing filling the empty space as they meet each others’ eyes.
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The clarity in the aftermath isn’t what either of them expected. No awkwardness, or shying away from affection. Normal back-and-forth banter and bullshit with the occasional night of intimacy sprinkled in between.
Even with the human in the picture now, they don’t feel any need to define what they are. They’re not necessarily together, but they’re not not together, either. They’re just them. Inseparable as ever, even as their partner drifts off on Rod's chest with Curt’s hand lethargically running up and down their back.
“Tired?” Curt shakes his head, though his shut eyes and slow movements tell a different story.
“It’s late.”
“Mhm.”
“Go to sleep.”
“Inaminit.”
“Can both of you shut the fuck up?” Says a muffled, groggy voice, Rod's chest shaking with silent laughter.
