#‘yeah there’s a whole world riding on this but like. wouldn’t it be kinda hilarious to see what happens?’
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A Strange Request
Part of Mercy’s 1k Celebration: A collection of Spencer Reid x Reader requests to celebrate 1,000 followers.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader
Summary: Reader gets a rather strange request from Derek’s girlfriend
Category: FLUFF, with discussion of sex, so still 18+ probably, just to be safe
Warnings: discussions/topics of sex, one paragraph of blink and you’ll miss it female-receiving oral sex
Word Count: 2k
Full Request: “...a fluff about reader is friend with Derek’s girlfriend, and she ask her if spencer (s/2 - s/3) can teach him where the clitoris is because reader had already told her that spencer is very good in bed... Baby Spencer Teaching Derek How To Make A Woman Cum is so funny to me” —anonymous
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NOTE: Just came here to say, first of all, thank you all so much for reading and enjoying my content, it means the world to me. I love you guys 🥰 Also, this request??? I was dying thinking about it, and I laughed pretty much the whole time I wrote it, so I hope you like it as much as I do!
I will be posting the rest of the requests I get throughout the month of March, so you have until February 28th to send one in if you’d like to! More information on that can be found HERE
It wasn't really normal for Y/N and Kelley to talk about their sex lives. They'd brought it up in conversation a few times, but it was never a regular thing.
So when Kelley came over to Y/N's apartment Friday night after a cryptic text stating that she needed to talk to her about something 'weird but important,' she had no idea that her weekend was about to get very... informative.
"Is everything alright?" she asked Kelley, handing her a glass of wine. The two of them sat on the couch and Kelley shrugged.
"I mean... Yes, everything's fine, but...I have a sort of, uh... weird request."
"Yeah, you mentioned that," Y/N chuckled, bringing the glass of wine to her lips. "What's up?"
"Well, basically... I can't orgasm."
Y/N almost spit the wine out of her mouth. Thankfully she was able to get it down, though not without choking slightly. "Huh?"
"Well, okay, I can orgasm it's just that... I can't when I'm with Derek. And at first I thought maybe it was me, but I tried on my own and I can do it just fine. It's just that when Derek and I are together, he can't... make me cum. "
"Well, I... Okay. I'm not... What do you want me to d—oh!"
"Oh! Y/N, no, I didn't mean that I wanted you to... No, um... Sorry, that's not what I meant. Look, I know you've said before that Spencer is really good in bed, and I was wondering if you could maybe ask him to talk to Derek about it, like... give him some pointers or something."
Y/N really didn't know what to say. But she tried really hard to say something that wasn't an incoherent mumble of surprise. "Wow, uh... I mean, I... Yeah, I can ask him, but why don't you just talk to Derek about it? He's a good guy, I'm sure he'd be more than willing to hear you out if you just communicate with him..."
Kelley sighed, setting her wine down. "I know, but... Well, it's just that every time I try to talk to him about it, I chicken out, and I know you said Spencer knows what he's doing, so I figured I'd ask you..."
She could tell that Kelley was embarrassed, so Y/N reached out to hold her hand. "Hey, Kel, it's okay. You know I'm happy to help. And I'll talk to Spencer about it, but I really think you should try talking to Derek yourself, too, okay?"
She nodded, a small smile adorning her face. "Okay."
***
Repeating this conversation with Spencer was going to be... well, weird, as Kelley had put it. It really was a strange request, but Y/N was more than willing to help out a friend in need, especially if it meant said friend was going to get laid like she deserved.
She just had to figure out how to bring it up. The best way was probably to just sit down and talk about it, but she didn't want to spring it on him at random.
So, she used decided that maybe some... inspiration would be good.
She studied her boyfriend as he went down on her that night, paying attention to how his fingers felt as the pushed and curled themselves into her, how his tongue explored her like a paintbrush exploring a canvas with beautiful precision.
And when it was all over, she laid beside him and stroked his hair, smiling. "You're so good at that," she mused. The praise put a smile on his face, as it always did. But he became suspicious when she took it too far, adding, "Seriously, you should teach men how to properly please a woman."
"Y/N?" Spencer asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"What?"
"You're trying to get at something, what is it?"
"Well, uh... this is probably going to sound really weird, but you have to hear me out, okay?"
"O—kay?"
Y/N sighed, a small shake of her head following. "Well, I talked to Kelley yesterday, because she had something she wanted to talk to me about, and, uh... she said that... Oh, wow, this is so fucking weird—ShewantedtoknowifyoucouldteachDerekhowtomakehercumbecausehe'sreallybadatit."
She blinked, and Spencer blinked back at her, the two of them laying together in silence for a good ten to fifteen seconds.
And then he started to laugh.
"W—What? Is that too weird? Because I told Kelley she should just try talking to him, but she really wanted me to ask you because I'd mentioned how good you are, and she just figured since you two worked together and that we're all friends that you wouldn't have a problem telling him about everything, an—"
Spencer reached out to brush the back of his hand across her cheek. "Hey, slow down, okay? Look. The idea that I have to teach Derek Morgan of all people how to make a woman cum is just... It's funny to me, and surely you understand why... And besides, how would I even bring that up? It's not like I can just walk up to him and be like Hey, Morgan, your girlfriend thinks you suck in bed and she wants me to show you how to do it right."
Y/N blinked up at him again, and he blinked back, the both of them starting to realize how that sounded.
"Yeah, maybe don't lead with that," she said, patting his arm. "Look, you guys talk about your sex lives sometimes, right? I mean, you're both guys in relationships, I'm sure it's come up at some point."
"No, Y/N, not really," he said, clearly exasperated and most decidedly not thrilled about the idea of talking sex with his co-workers.
Still, she sighed. "Spence, please? I told Kelley I'd talk to you about it, and she's really desperate here. Besides, it would be rude to let Derek Morgan of all people go around thinking he's great at sex when he's really not, don't you think?"
Spencer really seemed to think about that for a moment, before huffing a laugh. "Actually that sounds pretty funny to me."
Y/N slapped his arm. "I'm serious! At least do it for Kelley's sake... The poor girl deserves to feel good, right?"
"If I do it, can we end this conversation?" he gave in, clearly not in the mood to talk about their friends' sex life.
"Wait really? You'll do it?"
Spencer sighed. "Yes, I'll do it. It's most likely going to be more awkward than this conversation, but I'll do it."
With a laugh and a quick kiss to the lips, Y/N pulled him closer and said, "I love you, you know."
***
He hoped he wouldn't have to do much talking at all. Which is why he brought a bag of books on female anatomy and pleasure. He tried for the entire train ride to work to figure out the best way to even bring it all up, but when he actually stepped into the bullpen, he almost froze up with nerves.
He spotted Derek from across the room and in a split second decided that it would be best to just rip the band-aid off.
So, he briskly made his way over to his friend and set the bag of books in front of him on the desk. "I want to preface this by saying it wasn't my idea. Kelley and Y/N were talking about some stuff, and they asked me to talk to you, so I'm just going to give it to you straight. These are for you."
"Whoa, kid, slow down. What did they want you to tell me?"
Spencer looked around nervously before taking a deep breath. "Well, um... Y/N and I were talking last night, and she said that Kelley had this weird request for her, and, um... I guess she wanted Y/N to ask me to talk to you about... um... how to have better sex?"
He said the last part very quietly and immediately looked down at his feet. When he looked back at Morgan, he almost looked like he'd been petrified, actually frozen in time with the blankest expression ever seen.
"What?" he asked just as blankly.
"Please don't make me say it again," Spencer signed.
"Reid, I don't know what you mean."
"Look, I know this is really weird, trust me, I know, but I, uh... I wrote out some detailed notes for you, and there are also some books in that bag, so it should help."
Derek looked down at the bag and then back to Spencer, still puzzled. "I... You're not serious... This is some kinda prank, isn't it?"
"I swear it's not, just... Look, after sex, has Kelley ever stayed in the bathroom for like ten minutes or longer?"
"Excuse me?"
"Just answer my question!" Spencer whispered harshly, still looking around to make sure no one would hear.
"Reid, I'm not— Oh... Oh... No..." The journey that Derek's face took almost Spencer feel kind of bad for him, though he'd be lying if a large part of him didn't find this whole thing absolutely hilarious.
"But like I said, I have things to help you," Spencer rushed out. "It's not... Look, maybe it would be better if you just talked to Kelley about it... In the end it's all really about you two, and if you don't have communication coinciding with your sex life then chances are it's not... very good."
"Kelley wanted you to talk to me... That's what she said?"
"Well, yeah, I guess so. Y/N told me that she said she couldn't... you know, finish when she was with you and she wanted me to talk to you about it."
"Why?" It was obvious that Derek was having a hard time believing all of this, even after having the epiphany.
"I don't know, I guess Y/N told Kelley at one point that I was good at it? Look, it's not a big deal, just... read the stuff I gave you, and it should help, and then we never have to talk about this ever again, okay?"
Still grappling with everything he'd just learned, Morgan muttered out an, "O—kay?"
"Good talk," Spencer said quickly, turning around and getting out of there as fast as he could.
***
Later that week, Y/N and Spencer were watching a movie on the couch, and things had been... fairly normal considering all that had happened the previous weekend.
A knock sounded at the door, and with neither of them expecting any company, they paused the movie and answered the door together, swinging it open to find Kelley standing in front of them with a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine.
Before either of them could say anything, Kelley handed the flowers to Spencer and the wine to Y/N, a smile on her face. "Sorry for stopping by on short notice, but I just, uh... I wanted to thank you guys for helping me out... You know..."
"Oh!" the couple said at the same time, a bit of heat creeping up on both their cheeks.
"Yeah, it wasn't a problem," Y/N said.
"Really," Spencer reassured.
"Yeah, I know it was, uh... a strange request but it really did wonders, and we talked over everything, so, it's, uh... It's all good now. So, thanks again. I just wanted to bring over some gifts to say thank you."
Even though the whole situation had been rather out of their comfort zones, Y/N told Kelley with earnest, "Happy to help."
She left, and Spencer and Y/N set their gifts on the coffee table.
"What did you tell Derek, exactly?" she asked curiously. "You never did tell me what happened."
"Oh, um... I just gave him some books, and I wrote out some notes for him."
With a smirk and a loving gaze, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close. "They must have been some pretty damn good notes if it warranted presents..."
"What can I say, I'm a good note taker," he said, returning her smile.
"Well, I think I'll have to be the judge of that. Show me what you got, smarty pants..."
Let's just say that by the end of the night, Y/N knew Kelley was in good hands.
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BnHA Chapter 297: We’re Bustin’ Outta This Joint
Previously on BnHA: Horikoshi did his best to undo all of the good vibes from the Girl Power arc by killing off Midnight. It sucks and I still don’t like it, but it is what it is. Unfortunately, Not Killing Off Your One Female Teacher Character With Any Character Development was worth 30% of his grade for the semester, so it brought his average down all the way to a C-, and so he and his report card will just have to live with that. Meanwhile Ochako did some rescuing, and the other U.A. kids lay around unconscious and/or traumatized. The chapter ended with an abrupt cut to Tartarus, where AFO is apparently just chilling and waiting for the Nearly High Ends to come bust him free. What kind of a cliffhanger is that to leave your fans hanging on for three whole weeks. Who’s suffering more here, the characters or the readers.
Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “okay I know you all want to know what happens to Deku and Shouto and the rest, but have you considered finding out what happens to Overhaul and Muscular and Moonfish and New Girl Character instead?” Fandom is all, “you had us at New Girl Character.” Seiji’s dad is all, “I’m just going to say a bunch of stuff to help make sure none of the readers feel conflicted about cheering on a bunch of mass murderers escaping from prison.” Tomura is all, “dammit AFO why are you still here.” AFO is all, “shhh, Tomura, go back to sleep.” Tomura is all, “wtf but you’re literally hijacking my body and continuing to shred it to bits while we break into BnHA Alcatraz to recruit your own personal Suicide Squad.” AFO is all, “:).” Real!AFO is all, “HERE I AM, EVERYONE, SORRY TO KEEP YOU WAITING.” And then the chapter ends. Geez.
oh shit lol it’s a whole big fucking page all about Tartarus
my very first thought was “that’s a long-ass fucking bridge”, and then I went to go google “longest bridges”, and Wikipedia was all “son there are literally a hundred and fifty bridges in the real world longer than 5km, and the longest one is actually 165km”, and I was all “oh shit I really don’t know jack shit about bridges.” then I looked at the list for a few more minutes and realized that the super-long bridges were all built over land, and that the longest bridge over water is only 38km. which is way more reasonable, but also still really fucking long though?? ngl I would freak the fuck out on that bridge. what does any of this have to do with Tartarus you ask?? absolutely nothing, I literally forgot I was reading a chapter for a sec lol uh
anyway, my parting thought on the bridge is that it kind of defeats the whole purpose of having a giant island fortress prison, but whatever. moving on
and the six levels thing is straight out of One Piece lol. something tells me BnHA’s prison break arc isn’t going to be quite as fun. hmm
so now we’re cutting to “the Bronze Gate”, which is the main entrance off of the bridge, and some goat-looking motherfucker is out here trying to become my new favorite character. bro
SON OF A BITCH WHAT’S WITH THE BULLETS FLYING IN THE BACKGROUND. DON’T TELL ME THEY’RE SHOOTING AT GYGES. THEY CAN’T KILL OFF MY FRESHEST HOMIE GYGES. SURELY THEY WOULDN’T
ooh and now, giant robots!
giant robots with machine guns. “I’m very sorry I killed off Midnight, makeste” you know what, fuck you Horikoshi. thinking you can buy my affections back so easily
does Gyges have six arms??? look how fucking calm he is announcing the code red security lockdown, holy shit. GYGES
NOOOO
NO NOT BRIAREUS. THIS DAY EXACTS A HEAVY TOLL
YO, WHAT
he came there himself?? so much for making the Noumus do his dirty work. and based on the speech bubble shape and font, this is still AFO talking
uh oh what’s happening
is he using Decay or is his arm just sort of crumbling to pieces because he hasn’t had time to heal up yet? if it’s the former this prison break is going to set a record for shortest arc yet isn’t it
now we’re cutting to B10 which is apparently the lowest level. but do they mean lowest as in the least security, or lowest as in the deepest underground, a.k.a. the most security? idk it’s confusing and I think they should be more specific. is it B like in basement?? are there six levels or ten?? stupid Tartarus
anyway so the guards are talking about how Gigantomachia is scheduled to arrive tomorrow morning. heh. will there even be a Tartarus tomorrow morning
(ETA: WELL, UH.)
wow they’re talking about just killing him outright. damn
I kinda feel like “prison guard” is one of those jobs that just sort of naturally attracts shitty people. anyways yeah, Seiji your dad is a real piece of work
and he’s even doubling down on it after the other guy repeatedly keeps trying to hush him up. dude we get it, you’re an asshole
ooh and now we’re getting an interesting look at the various prisoners, some of whom look suspiciously familiar!
for starters, that’s definitely Moonfish in the upper left corner, I’m like 99% sure. not quite clear who that is across from him in the upper right, but it’s been a hot minute since we saw Muscular, so maybe?
and could that be Overhaul in the panel beneath him?? they’re not showing his face so I assume it’s someone we’d recognize, and he’s the only currently-incarcerated villain with that haircut as far as I can recall. though it seems weird that he’s not restrained more given his quirk. I thought Horikoshi mentioned in Ultra Analysis that he’d gotten it back somehow. eh well we will wait for answers
I don’t recognize the person to his left either (though she has an oddly familiar look to her?). but the person on the bottom right, next to Kurogiri... is it Stain?? the hair and body language are sure giving off Stain vibes. if someone had told the me from two years ago that I’d actually be excited to see Stain again I would have said you were full of shit. and yet here we are. these sure are interesting times
anyway so now the Code Red intruder alarm is blaring. and I gotta say, that one scene sure was effective at killing any sympathy I might have been inclined to feel for these guards lol. bring on the imminent massacre
“what horrible timing” lol yes. it’s almost as if they planned it that way
uh oh
is he omae wa shindeiruing. watch your six, Mr. Prison Guard
oh shit
WHAT DID I SAY. WHAT DID I FUCKING SAY. but nooo, you all were all, “but a bridge is more convenient!” VERY WELL THEN, LIE IN THE BED THAT YOU HAVE MADE
anyway so it’s the High Ends lol. I mean we already knew it was them. let’s just get on with it
omfg Tomura ARE YOU RIDING ONE
WHAT ARE YOU, A NAZGUL. WHY IS THIS MY FAVORITE THING
and it looks like it actually is Tomura again, too (as opposed to AFOmura)
-- is he using Decay on himself?? is that what it is?? or no wait, is this just more of the weird side effect shit that’s been happening since he Awakened. actually yeah never mind that’s clearly what it is
y’all this man is out here having a full blown argument with himself
so this is equal parts compelling and hilarious to me right now lol. like I feel so bad for Tomura, but I also lowkey want to see how far this escalates. like do you think he’d go as far as to punch himself in the face. where will this journey lead us
fucking look at this shit
other people have already mentioned this, but with this scene especially it makes me really curious how they’re going to show this in the anime. will it be AFO’s voice coming out of Tomura’s mouth? or Tomura’s voice using AFO’s speech patterns? more importantly, will it be cool and dramatic, or will it actually wind up being hilarious? or both?? never count out both
also he’s looking pretty good there in that bottom panel with his one eye just barely visible. that doesn’t have anything to do with anything, but here I am, pointing it out
also also, lol at Tomura being all, “the fuck do you mean, ‘rest’, you’re the one that dragged my body out here to raid a fucking prison,” and AFO being all, “oh yeah, lol, true true, but I meant rest after that.” yes, this man clearly has nothing but the purest intentions, Tomura. trustworthy af
this fucking guy. Tomura is your bullshit radar finally operational yet?? can you see yet that it was always his intention to use you right from the very start?? oh man I am starting to get fidgety now listening to this
so Tomura’s saying he doesn’t just want to be used as a chess piece. and AFO is all, “well okay but what if it’s a VERY NICE AND IMPORTANT chess piece.” bro DID HE STUTTER
-- AHH BUT NEVER MIND THAT, HERE IT IS, THIS IS WHERE THE FUN STARTS OMG
GO ON AND ACQUIRE THEM THEN! omg. why am I so fucking excited. it seriously makes no sense. like seriously, ‘hooray, our old buddies, Overhaul and Stain!!’ -- come again now?? who is this person that I have become
meanwhile AFO is making all this fuss and I really don’t understand it though
why would you need to plow directly through the building. why can’t you just use doors like a normal person. it’s not like they can lock you out, like hello, you can literally turn anything you touch into dust, what’s with all the melodrama
anyway so he’s apparently hitting the prison with some sort of EMP attack now and shutting down all their systems
omg the suspense is killing me. this is going to be so badass once it’s animated, but right now all I keep thinking is “YES, GREAT, CAN WE PLEASE JUST MOVE IT ALONG”
the doors are opening ahhhhhhh come on come on come on let’s go let’s get to the excitement already
now the guards are running over to try and regain control. but, like
yeah that’s pretty much how I’m expecting the rest of this to go basically
so now they’re shooting at the dust cloud lol. well if there’s one thing movies have taught me, it’s that bad guys who wait inside clouds of dust while panicked cops blindly rain bullets at them until they run out of ammo are basically invincible lol. soooooo
OHHHHH SHIT
AHAHAHAHAHAHA. THEY ARE SO FUCKED LOL, SHIT
YEP, AND HERE’S ANOTHER ONE
is this the first time we’ve seen Moonfish’s face? I feel like we might have caught a glimpse of it before on an omake page or something. either way, it wasn’t anything I actually needed to see again. thanks...?? I guess??
okay but seriously, are we supposed to actually know who this badass lady is?? like I don’t know her but I feel like I know her, you feel?
(ETA: lol there are already like 60 different theories about how she’s related to every single character in the series. will be interesting to see if anything comes of this. although we did just get three “this villain was secretly related to [insert character(s) here] all along” reveals just in the last arc, so idk, it might be better if we pass on it this time lol.)
girl who are you. please stick around. for the love of god don’t let this man kill you off too
????
wait so is this Overhaul? boy sure has seen better days huh. but the floppy sleeves... yeah, it’s gotta be him
anyway so then the only ones missing are Stain and Kurogiri, yes?? omg. and one page left to go
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH
NO ONE WILL BE ABLE TO CONVINCE ME HE COULDN’T HAVE DONE THIS SHIT RIGHT FROM THE VERY BEGINNING. FUCKING TIME-BIDING DRAMA QUEEN
AND HE’S JUST FLOATING HIS LIFE SUPPORT SYSTEM ALONG BEHIND HIM SOB. THIS FUCKING GUY
AND IS HE JUST ABSENTMINDEDLY DRAGGING SOME POOR SCHLUB’S CORPSE ALONG BESIDE HIM LIKE A SLEEPY TODDLER CARRYING THEIR TEDDY BEAR. I FUCKING CAN’T. REST IN PEACE, FRIEND. GIVE MY REGARDS TO GOOD OLD BRIAREUS
so that’s it! and we still don’t have any idea what AFO is actually planning to do now, after all of that. are they going to merge bodies?? or is he going to try to switch with him?? either way Tomura’s body has to be part of the plan somehow since he keeps making so much of a fuss over it. flkhglkhlk. dammit I need answers lol
#bnha 297#shigaraki tomura#all for one#overhaul#muscular#moonfish#bnha#boku no hero academia#bnha spoilers#mha spoilers#bnha manga spoilers#makeste reads bnha#horikoshi where is gyges!!#your silence is defeaning#first midnight and now this#I am beside myself#r.i.p.
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“Salutatorian.”
Nancy slammed her backpack down onto the floor, moving to slide her way onto the counter.
“I’m, sorry?” Jonathan just shook his head at Steve.
They both had been coming to hang out with him and Robin at Family Video most days after school, shooting the shit until Keith showed up and found something to ell at Steve about.
“I got class salutatorian.”
“Is that like, Spanish for something?” She rolled her eyes at Steve.
“It means, that I’m not the valedictorian. Somebody else has a higher academic ranking than I do.”
“Oh.” Steve had barely graduated, just about scraped by. “So, the saluda-the one you are, that’s like, the second smartest person in the school?”
“I just want to know who it is,” she kept plowing on, ignoring Steve.
Robin pushed her way out of the back, holding a box of tapes for shelving. Nancy’s eyes lit up.
“Is it you?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Are you valedictorian?”
“Oh, I got myself into the top 10% and stayed put.” Steve took the box from her arms.
He didn’t really wanna talk about this.
Everyone in his life is way smarter than he is.
It’s not like, hard to see, Billy makes the same clever references as the little genius kids do, Jonathan gets high and goes off for hours about philosophy and ethics of anarchy, but Nancy coming in here, all mad about only being ranked number 2 in their class, well, Steve’s class rank still haunts him.
He whacked the tapes back into their spots, trying to tune out all the noise around him.
So he didn’t hear when the bell above the door jingled the sound of a new customer.
There were just thick arms around him, and a nose buried in his neck.
“You smell good.” He relaxed into Billy’s arms, turning his head to awkwardly press a kiss to his temple.
“Thanks, I took a shower today.”
“Yeah? Tell me about it.” Steve rolled his eyes as Billy pulled back, leaning against the shelf. “What’s got Little Miss Perfect all riled up? Usually she just kinda ignores me, but she like, actually glared at me when I came in.”
Nancy was not Billy’s biggest fan.
He thought it was hilarious and would flirt with her mom right in front of her.
“She’s pissed ‘cause she’s only the second smartest person in the whole world. She was informed today that she’s the salutationarian. Or whatever the fuck it is.”
A sharp grin spread slowly over Billy’s face.
“She’s salutatorian?”
“Yeah, and apparently she’s been banking on being, the other one. She’s trying to figure out who beat her to it.” Billy followed Steve back to the counter when he had finished restocking the tapes.
“You got any plans tonight, Stever?” Steve just looked blankly at Billy where he was leaning over the counter, his elbows propped up and his fingers laced together, his chin resting on top. Friday night was their night, they always did something. “I’m thinkin’ you and me go to the city. Celebrate a little.”
“Oh, yeah? What are we celebrating?”
“Well, I had a nice chat with the principle today.” He spread his arms, pushing out his chest. “You’re looking at the Hawkins Highs class of ‘86 valedictorian.”
Nancy looked like she’d swallowed a lemon.
“You’re valedictorian?” He winked at her. “No way. There’s no way.”
“Yeah? Why not?”
“You can’t have better grades than I do.”
“Six out of eight of my classes are advanced placement. And I’m a straight-A student. Have been since the sixth grade.” Nancy’s face was steadily going red. “Plus, they take into account extracurriculars and shit. I’m on two teams and the poli-sci club.”
The “political science club” was started by a few theater kids Steve’s sophomore year. Robin and Billy were both in it, and apparently it was a thinly veiled queer club.
“We have a political science club?”
“It’s not what you think it is,” Robin added quickly. Nancy wasn’t paying attention, just looked like she was gonna explode.
“I can’t believe this. I work my whole life for this, and you-”
“You think I didn’t work hard? You think this was a fluke?”
“Frankly, yes, I do.”
“Say that to my near-perfect S.A.T. scores, then. The ones I got without a tutor or a fucking class.” Nancy slid off the counter, grabbing her backpack from the floor.
“Well, I got into Yale.”
“And I got into Harvard.”
She snarled. Billy had only applied on a whim, told Steve I wanted to see if I could get in. And then he did. It made Steve equal parts proud of Billy and ashamed of himself.
But Billy had always had his heart set on Cal Poly, and had gotten a full-ride.
He had asked Steve to come with him.
They were leaving in August.
Steve still hadn’t figured out how to tell everyone.
“You’re a douchebag,” Nancy said through gritted teeth.
“Doesn’t make me any less smarter than you.”
Steve opened his mouth, ready to de-escalate whatever was about to happen next. He wouldn’t put it past Nancy to throw a punch or two.
But it didn’t matter, because Nancy was grumbling under her breath, muttering the words meathead asshole and piece of shit jock and valedictorian? More like valeDICK under her breath.
She slammed open the door on her way out, Jonathan trailing after her.
Billy smiled brightly at Steve.
“You know, I was planning on not accepting. They’ll make me speak at graduation and I wasn’t even gonna go to that. But now, I gotta.”
“Honestly, it’d make her more mad if you refused it, because then she would probably be given the role, but she’d hate it because she’d know she only got it because you refused.”
“Harrington, you devious little fucker.” Billy smiled at him for a moment, his face slipping a bit. “Just, you know, fuck her for thinking I don’t work hard. You know how difficult it is to study while you’re trying to distract me?”
Whenever Billy was studying at his house, Steve usually got bored real quick of not having Billy’s attention.
So typically, he would get naked and wait until Billy did something about it.
“You get to look at me naked almost daily. People would kill for that privilege.”
“Don’t tempt me, Harrington. I’d absolutely slaughter for that ass a’ yours.” Billy grinned deviously at Steve. Steve winked back.
Robin had her lips pursed as Billy leaned back over the counter, getting as close as he could to Steve without just climbing right on it.
“Whadaya say, Harrington? We celebratin’?”
Steve leaned in as well, nearly pressing nose to nose with Billy.
“Oh, I’ve got some ideas. After all, gotta really treat my super smart boyfriend.” He pecked Billy once on the cheek, swooping back up to standing. “Be back at eight?”
“That when you get off?”
“You too, if you’re lucky.”
Robin wretched while Billy’s eyes went bright. He knocked once on the counter, beginning to walk backwards out the door.
“See you then, Sugar.”
“See you then, Valedictorian.”
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Interdimensional Moms: Bonus
Part 4 here<-
After many tears and tissue boxes, all members of team RWBY had finally stopped crying. Blake was the best off with her eyes a little red while Ruby was the complete opposite. The girl’s face was still rather red and her eyes were puffy. She hadn’t even completely stopped sniffling yet; much like tear marked partner. Yang on the other hand rested her head on the table. She had cried hard enough to giver herself a minor headache. She was completely drained.
Yang:Ugh, this blows! I thought this was gonna be a fun learning experience.
Blake:We definitely learned. It just so happens we had to poke at some.... extremely sensitive topics.
Weiss:I’m all for looking inward and self reflection but I’ve had my fill.
Ruby:Same. Should’ve kept the summary light.
Yang:No, I’m glad you got that off your chest. We just need a way to lighten the mood.
Blake:.....I kicked Weiss’s butt in a tournament.
RWY:......What?
Blake:During the time spent training for Salem, another tournament was held between the schools. It had team matches and singles. I kicked Weiss’s butt in my fourth round. It was a good day.
Weiss:How is that lightening mood!?
Blake:Listen, it was a big deal! I never thought I was gonna win the whole tournament but I really wanted to beat you. I love you but your head gets a little big when you’re on a roll for too long; plus I just really didn’t want to lose. I always felt a bit of rivalry between us.
Yang:Hehe, is that you’re way of saying “It would look bad to lose to a Schnee?”
Blake:Well it would!
Ruby:Hehehe.
Yang:Wait, does that mean we went back to school?
Blake:Yeah. It was pretty comforting. There was definitely a lot left to learn.
Yang:Weird. School kinda faded into the background.
Ruby:I went back to school. We all did actually. It was fast tracked by roughly a year but it was fun. We all got to pose in caps and gowns.
Weiss:Damn! I should’ve went back just for that. Unfortunately I was busy making rent and learning how to properly preheat a oven.
Yang:It’s like two buttons.
Weiss:Gas stove, and six years out of date.
Yang:Awww, you had to learn the hard way. I’m surprised and thankful you never left the gas on.
Weiss:There’s an alarm for that. Also I’m not irresponsible! Anyways, I mentioned similar tournaments earlier. I didn’t participate much but enough old videos of me in them were enough for to really light a fire under my kids. For awhile I was a bit concerned that they were just following a trend but they really love it. They used to always go around playing like knights when they were tiny.
Ruby:Carmine was a little different. She definitely always tried doing things I could but nothing got the girl jumping like seeing Yang’s horses or new ballet shoes. There wasn’t a morning when I didn’t hear a vase fall over or seeing her spin like a top. Carmine still hums some old routines when she isn’t paying attention.
Yang:Not too many memories of Yujin when she was pint size. But I do remember that wild child always loved using my bandannas for everything! Napkins, capes, ropes; anything but an actual bandanna. I used to get a bit upset with the napkin one but she’d always look at me with her big eyes and crazy hair. I never stayed mad.
Weiss:Softie.
Yang:She was like a pudgy puff ball! Fat cheeks and wholesome smiles. Ah! So adorable!
Weiss:I used to always have at least one of my kids on my hip when I was out and about. I think the media has a magazine amount of pictures of me at the park kissing my babies. Summer liked tummy rubs. She’d never go to sleep without one. Some nights I’d sing too but start to doze off so Jaune would have to take over.
Yang:*smiles* Speaking of Jaune.....
Ruby:No.
Yang:You don’t even know what I was-
Ruby:Were you about to suggest we compare our Jaune’s in the bedroom?
Yang:*red*......Well not just the bedroom! What’s the harm!? I just wanna know if he’s consistent across the board. No need to get detailed.
Weiss:You really never change no matter the world.
Yang:Can’t change greatness. It shows in any form!
Blake:He’s pretty compliant and accommodating. The benefits of being his first when I had prior knowledge I suppose.
Ruby:Don’t answer!
Blake:Why not? I’m comfortable with it.
Yang:Don’t listen to those two Blake. They’re just a bit more embarrassed since Jaune has literally been their one and only.
Blake:Huh, I never thought about it like that. Jaune would’ve been the first person you two opened up to on such a level; especially Weiss.
Yang:That’s still hilarious. All the protesting and somehow you found yourself stripping for the guy.
Weiss:Shut up! I already know! It was....I.... *blushing* emotions ran really high.
Ruby:An entire mental rollercoaster of thoughts and firsts happening all at once. Anxiety was high.
Yang:Heh, so you could say that Jaune Arc-
RW:Got through our walls. Hardy har har.
Yang:Shit, I am the same in every universe. Well I don’t have any reservations about it! *grinning* He makes me feel special every time!
Blake:Bottom.
Yang:I’m ignoring you.🎶
Ruby:Hehe, sounds about right. He...might make me feel a bit special as well.
Blake:Switch.
Ruby:How can you just guess off of that!?
Blake:It’s a gift.
Weiss:......
Blake:*smiling*
Weiss:Leave me alone.
Blake:I don’t know what has you embarrassed. You told us you’ve slept with everyone here except Ruby! I knew you were repressed but geez.
Weiss:For your information it wasn’t my idea! It was yours!
Blake:Not surprising. Let’s switch the topic. How is this other child of mine? Can’t picture me having a daughter.
Weiss:Veronica is very sensitive. Even if she tries to act like she isn’t. One time when she was tiny, a soccer ball hit her straight in the face and she sprung up saying “I’m fine!” Then you took her behind the bleachers to patch her up; tears all on her face. It both breaks my heart and very adorable to see her act fine while her ears are folded back.
Ruby:Your other son Kovu was a bit of cry baby. Partly my fault. Carmine kept beating him up and making fun of him.
Blake:What!?
Yang:Ha! Wait, that’s my kid too. How the heck!? Are you telling me you raised the rowdy child and I got the baby?
Ruby:Yang you’re a baby. I’m like twice as rowdy compared to you. A nevermore got worked day one at school.
Weiss:She has a point. You cry the most out of any of us.
Yang:Wha- that not- how....shut up! *pouts* I’m not that touchy.
Ruby:Kovu is a sweetie and not a cry baby. Carmine is just a little mean when she tries to care about others. She beat him up in an attempt to make Kovu give up dreaming about being a huntsman. That way he wouldn’t be in such a dangerous job. Reasonable logic but you know, a little over the top. Almost broke his arm. Boy did I chew her out. All it did was make him want to try harder.
Yang:Fantastic. I shouldn’t expect less from my own blood. I bet Yujin would like him. Which reminds me, anybody have kids in relationships?
RWB:We’re working on it.
The three women paused briefly before laughing at their meddling. Yang could only admire and fear her friends.
Yang:Should I be scared for your children?
Blake:Lucas needs someone to break up the routine in his life. I’m not saying he has to date her, but it would put a smile on my face.
Ruby:Carmine takes after me, not really thinking about stuff like relationships much. However, that doesn’t mean she doesn’t at all. Carmine tries her best to not act like she’s a teenaged girl with teenage wishes. But everyone sees right through it. I’m fine with her not being in one but I would like if she acknowledged that it’s okay to just....ugh, be normal! Why can nobody have normal knees in my life!?
Weiss:Nick likes Valerie who tries to deny she likes him by liking Summer, who doesn’t like her; while Veronica crushes on Nick who obviously has conflicting feelings.
RBY.....
Yang:Why is it always complicated with you?
Weiss:How is this my fau- okay it is a little bit.
Blake:Where do you stand?
Weiss:I think Valerie would be lovely for him.
Yang:What’s wrong with my baby girl!?
Blake:Yeah!?
Weiss:One, not yours. Two, have you met who I’m married to? Can’t really say he’s wasting his efforts. Though I wouldn’t be upset with Veronica. I think those two might be good for each other.
Blake:Any other bombshells people got?
Ruby:......
Ruby:Ilia is happily married.*sips coffee*
Blake:Oh that’s wonderful! I’m glad she found a loving wi-
Ruby:*smirks* To Sun.
Blake:....*stands up* I need, champagne!
A bottle of champagne poofs into existence with several glasses. Blake immediately pours everyone a glass before raising hers into the sky.
Blake:Ruby Rose, today you’ve erased guilt upon my conscious. I’m happy there’s one world where it seems all of my good exes get over me.
Ruby:Are the Ilia and Sun where you’re from miserable like Yang!?
Blake:No, but they kinda fumble in actually going for relationships. It just always makes me feel a little bad.
Yang:You can technically count two worlds. I’m fine, Ilia is dating a pretty secretary, and your one evil ex is now raising a morally good family.
Blake:You’re right! This calls for a double toast! To alternate universes! *puts glass down*
Weiss:Haha, aren’t you gonna drink it!?
Blake:No I’m still recovering; but how could I pass up the opportunity!? Man I wish I could attend that wedding! I don’t know if I’d be a bridesmaid or the best man!
Yang:You’re just gonna steal Neptune’s thunder like that?
Blake:Hey, Sun and I have taken bullets for each other and stab wounds. I think I deserve to be a little greedy and say I ride or die for that man just a little harder than Neptune.
Ruby:Geeeeeez Blake! Haha, I didn’t even tell you about the baby.
Blake:*visble excitement* Excuse me!?
RWY:*raises glass* Cheers.
Blake:CHEERS! What’s he like!?
xxxxx
Aero:AAAACHOOOO!
Carmine:Eugh! Cover your mouth! I don’t need to get sick.
Aero:Damn! What happened to uh I don’t know, “bless you!?”
Carmine:*pulls out tissues* Happy?
Aero:Where...why are those in you book bag?
Carmine:It’s flu season.
Aero:....I can’t tell if you’re the coolest person around or just a second mother.
Carmine:I can be both. My mom is arguably both but don’t tell her that. It’ll make her month and she’ll hug me too tight.
Aero:Bitch, you love hugs. Stop being difficult.
Carmine:Mmmm nah.
Aero:I feel bad for your mom.
Carmine:I feel bad for yours.
Aero:Hop off. You’re so childish.
Carmine:And yet you love me.
Aero:*red* In your dreams!
Carmine:It would make your day if I dreamed about you,wouldn’t it?
Aero:I hope you dream of spiders.
Carmine:We do not joke about that! *grabs him* Aero I will beat you up if I dream of them tonight! That’s just mean!
Aero:Stop crying ya baby. I could’ve said they were- ow!
Sun:*hitting him* Shut up and just kiss something! We’re trying to watch a game.
Aero and Carmine:We don’t like each other!
Jaune:With all do respect, that’s a lie. But please by all means Aero, continue not touching my daughter if you know what’s best for you. I don’t wanna have to fight you and your parents right afterwards.
Sun:Ilia would kill you.
Jaune:Yeah! That’s why I don’t want the fight! Much like Ruby, she’s short and terrifying. Her size holds the rage.
Ilia:*peeks in* Who’s talking shit?
JASC:Nobody, we love you!
Ilia:.....Got my eyes on you four. *holds Garnet up* and this one; the most well behaved in this bunch even with no nap.
Garnet:*fussy grumbling* I’m a ball of rage!
Ilia:You wanna nap?
Garnet:Yes!!!
Ilia:See, behaved. *walks away* don’t make me come back out here.
Carmine:....So do you like me because your mother is also imposing?
Aero:This is it, my evil origin story. It begins today.
xxxxx
Ruby:I admire his patience.
#rwby#the void#jaune arc#ruby rose#weiss schnee#yang xiao long#blake belladonna#carmine arc rose#aero amitola#ilia amitola#sun wukong#rwby ships#rwby lancaster#rwby whiteknight#rwby dragonslayer#rwby knightshade
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For A Laugh (Benny Miller x gn!reader)
Summary: It’s Benny’s first time at a gay bar and you ask him out the worst way possible; ~1.4k
Tags: humor, colloquial writing style, lust, teasing, flirting, implied bi!benny and reader, bad jokes (like terrible impeccable taste), alcohol consumption, excessive use of the word ‘baby’, soft benny, first date (sort of), au, meet-cute
Rating: Teen
Note: look i’ve never done this before, i just really really got stuck on this idea and i really liked benny. might not be your idea of him but god i think he’s a huge dork and a giant softie so here we are. wanted to throw a queer reader out there since you just don’t see them all that much and do something maybe a little off the wall? idk have fun, i think i’m hilarious XD
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By some stroke of fate, you pick Benny up at a bar the first time you meet.
He’s not hard to spot in a crowd as tall as he is and you’re just buzzed enough that your eye keeps coming back to him as the night goes on. He slides from corner to corner with his shoulders slightly hunched and the proverbial tail between his legs, following two shorter men who obviously know what kind of bar they’ve walked in to. Benny though—you didn’t know his name at the time so you called him Baby in your head—darts around with a kind of deer-in-headlights expression. It’s cute.
And annoying.
At first, you roll your eyes at him. Great, another straight dude to hit on your friends and get mad when they say no.
Then you watch him a little longer.
You can’t help it, he’s pretty and looks more than a little lost and even from the end of the bar you can see how wide his tentative smile gets as he looks around. He likes what he sees; you’re just trying to figure out exactly what it is he’s liking. For a while Baby sits at a table with his friends. Holds a fruity cocktail between his knees almost as if he’s scared to be seen with it. Then after a couple drinks his smile gets wider and his voice gets loud. Boy’s boisterous—you can tell by the way he talks with his hands and throws his head back to laugh. He’s actually really fun to watch and it makes you smile. His buddies look almost out of place too until they get up to dance and—wow, talk about snake hips and floor sex, you haven’t seen anyone dance that good off the drag stage in ages. Baby stares at his empty drink for a bit, lost again, then heads to the bar. Not far from where you are, actually. Watching him walk with a couple drinks in him is a world of difference to how he first came in. There’s a swing in his broad shoulders, a confident cocky tilt to his head and you’re not sure if you want to punch him or if it’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen.
Despite your better judgment, you’re leaning to the latter.
You make a bet with yourself as he pulls up at the bar—he got the fun drink to please his friends, he’ll order something boring now—and you’re pleasantly surprised to lose your own bet. Baby orders a whole-ass mai tai and looks overjoyed at the gigantic slice of pineapple and cherries garnishing the top. He turns to the stage. Avidly watches a few performers and even starts cheering. That’s when others folks start to take notice. A couple men make a pass and, wouldn’t you know it, Baby plays nice. Smiles and nods politely even though you can tell he’s not really into it. Not totally but it makes you think…
Maybe Baby’s a little bendy and not as straight as you thought.
At that point in the night, your friends are on their fifth dance, you’re on your third drink, and it’s getting way too loud in here for you. You were going to step out for a bit anyway—or so you tell yourself—so why not have some company? Who knows, you might get lucky. And if not, you’ll have an even better excuse to get some air and at least you can say you did it for laughs. Not that this is a casino but you’re feeling feisty. Might as well roll the dice. Baby looks like the kinda Midwest-flavored bite of beefcake that will either have great taste and love your stupid pickups or get scared and leave. Hopefully he’s not the kind to throw a punch.
You sidle up to the bar next to him. No doubt your outfit gets his attention first. It’s not risqué exactly but it’s got flavor, specifically your queer kind of flavor, and it draws the eye the way you wear it. You smile as you look him up and down, enjoying the red flush on his cheeks that trickles down under the collar of his fitted shirt. Wow, Baby is built. You ask the bartender for a couple drinks while part of your buzzing brain throws up red flags. Maybe you should try to land your mouth before it totally takes off but unfortunately for ground control your tongue is flying solo tonight. You get your drink. Pluck off the fruit, take a bite and shout over the music,
“Can I get your name or should I just get you a drink?”
As expected, Baby looks confused as hell but he pastes on a polite, if guarded, smile. “I wouldn’t mind a drink.”
Without missing a beat, you give him the second glass in your hand. There’s something about the way that guarded smile doesn’t quite meet his eyes that makes you want to do something stupid. You want to see him smile and laugh and even though you don’t have the slightest inkling about him, you want to know why such a handsome face would ever look so afraid.
So of course you ask, “How ‘bout a bet then? I make you laugh, you tell me your name?”
He makes a considering face and takes a long sip. “Bet.”
“What do you call the sexuality where you’re attracted to people by no one is attracted to you?”
“What?”
Very off key and with all the drama you can muster, you sing, “Allll Biiiii Myseeeelf.”
Baby snorts a laugh in his drink, which you didn’t expect, and a little warmth grows in your stomach. His faux smile is turning to a real grin. Albeit still a confused one but delighted all the same and he shoots back, “So that’s you, huh? By yourself?”
You wince theatrically and shake your head.
“Ouch, Baby’s got teeth! You got me.”
“Nah, what you get’s a name.” He holds out his hand and you groan internally at the length and breadth of it as you shake. “Benny.”
Just like that Baby becomes Benny and you’re absolutely smitten. You give him your name. Maybe your fingers linger. You want to get him another drink. You want to tell him another joke. Hell, you want to take him home and stuff him full of food in the morning. He giggles a bit and it’s endearing enough you decide to press your luck.
“How ‘bout this one? What’s the best N’Sync song?”
It’s not a fair question, dude might not have ever even heard a boy band in his life, so it takes you by surprise when he immediately pops back with a drawling version of, “It’s tearin’ up my heart when I’m with you?”
“Ooo, a little romantic! I see you!” you tease, pinching his thick bicep for just an instant. Because really, any longer than that and you’d melt.
Benny doesn’t pull away like you were waiting for him to do. Instead he ducks his head, more than booze burning his cheeks, and—ah, hell.
“That one is killer,” you admit, “but I was thinking of the one where they sing ‘Bye Bye Bye’ while we blow outta here for dinner?”
It’s a stupid line—one of the worst you’ve ever come up with—and it comes out more like a question than a joke. You throw back the rest of your drink to hide the look on Benny’s face but to your delight, he says,
“Wait, really?”
“Well yeah.” You lean against the bar next to him, trying and failing to be nonchalant and you shrug. “I’m hungry and even though you’re a Grade A snack I don’t think you’d appreciate me taking a bite. So how ‘bout dinner?”
Benny finishes his drink all at once. Wipes his mouth with the back of his hand as he stands. You sigh to yourself—this is the part where he walks off and you go get dinner alone, you suppose. But then he grins, like really grins, and offers you his arm to hold and suddenly your knees are jello shots.
“I could go for a bite.”
So you go for dinner. Text your friends, of course. But mosey down the street for 12AM tacos and end up laughing with Benny, shoulder to shoulder on the curb until your friends call for a ride.
And even though you didn’t get to take him home and feed him in the morning, your phone still dings through your snooze with a message under Benny’s name that reads:
What did the barista say to his crush?
I like you a latte. :)
Coffee later?
The warmth in your stomach from the night before blooms again and you laugh into your pillow before you text back:
Love to!
#benny miller x reader#benny miller x gn!reader#benny miller x you#triple frontier#well here we are again
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Guys !!! I am back! First of all, I hope all of y’all (your friends, family, pets! too) are doing alright. Keep safe! Wash your hands! Don’t go out if not necessary! Kisses! Kisses! Kisses!
Alright, alright, let’s do this shall we? Same shit applies.
[Here is Part 1 & 2 btw ]
The themes of the stories on this list varies, I’m either into something heart-warming, fluffy, domestic that sort of stuff or into some really really heavy and dark messed up ones. (READ THE TAGS) It always depends on the mood am I right? *wink wink*
It’s always gonna be smutty though lol
As long as it’s tastefully written, whatever kinky shit, I can be into it, I don’t judge the writer (they give us free content y’all, who are we to judge??) With that being said if I add something straight up messed up here now/or in the future, don’t come for meh, just mind the tags of the fic, for your own discretion if anything.
this list should be Wade Wilson/Peter Parker - Spiderman/Deadpool pairing only. I kinda like my babies greedy/possessive for/of each other.
READ THE TAGS.
I don’t care who tops or bottoms. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Summaries are taken directly from the fanfic’s summary.
Read the tags first!
Deluge (this is such a good boi, this fic is a good boy!)
Weapon X chose Wade Wilson because of several factors in his life. He was a preternatural. He had extraordinary abilities that could be expanded upon. The cancer just made him desperate enough to agree to whatever they wanted to do with him.They didn't just turn him immortal. They destroyed his very soul, tearing him apart and shaping him into something new and never seen before. They took everything he had been and left him with ashes and bones. Soulless.He killed his creators and went on with his life.Then he met Spider-Man.Things started to change.Something inside him, something that had come out of the ashes and was a nightmarish, terrible thing, sat up and took notice. An intense, single-minded notice.
The Perks of Working Third Shift
An AU in which Wade is wandering the globe and ends up in NYC where he meets the absolute most perfect man he's ever seen who's working third shift at a quick mart. Even better, the man seems happy to flirt back. Wade makes it his mission to score a date.Peter stopped dating a long time ago, but Wade's flirtations, energetic attitude, and hilarious comments make it hard for Peter not to enjoy the attention. But will all of that be ruined if Wade finds out his secret?
Better Like This
(Listen, NotEvenCloseToStraight’s Spideypool works are amazing, read all of em, honestly just check out ALL the works of the writers on my list because if I list everything, this is gonna be a long ass list)
No one knows Spider-Man is an Omega. Not the newspapers, not the NYPD, and certainly not the overly loud, definitely obnoxious, sort-of-a-good-guy, completely Alpha, Deadpool.
And Peter would like it to stay that way.
But when he drops into an unexpected heat, Deadpool is the only person he can call to help, and how quickly the Alpha switches from shouting dirty innuendos to whispering comforting things really throws Peter for a loop.
After sharing a heat, Peter is convinced that Wade is his Alpha, and is ready to take him as his mate, but Wade rejects him.
Wade knows that a man like him wouldn’t make anyone a good mate, much less a perfect, pretty Omega like Peter. So he says no, pushes the Omega away and unable to even work together anymore, they go their separate ways.
Peter is devastated, heartbroken, seeking comfort in the arms of another Alpha, and all Wade can do is watch from a distance, and keep telling himself that he is doing the right thing, sparing Peter a life of disappointment and pain. Peter deserves better than him as a Mate, and one day Peter will understand.
It’s Better This Way.
But is it really?(Peter is Andrew Garfield)
Use Me
Peter wants to help Wade.
Wants to make him feel beautiful, wants to make him feel wanted... Wants to put out the fire in his own gut whenever he sees the merc for what he really is.
He does.
Double Mint Gum
Wade decides that only one of his fine-ass self just isn't enough
Spider Spidey (SPIDERY SPIDEY!)
Bleed the Water Red
Peter and Deadpool are held captive by a super-villain that has an inclination for torture. After she boasts her untarnished record at never having hurt a child or teenager, Peter is forced to break the truth to both her and Deadpool.“Did you know I have a perfect record?” The villain collects a rusted pocket knife, tracing it up Peter’s arm, over his shoulders, down to his collarbone, as though considering where to cut. Peter focuses on controlling his breathing, fear twisting awfully in his belly. “You may look down on me, Mr. Spider-Man, but for all the righteous suffering I inflict, I’ve never hurt a child. Not once.”“Y'know, I don’t think you do,” Peter blurts. At his words, Deadpool's stare intensifies. “Have a perfect, non-child harming record, that is.”
Don’t Keep Me Waiting
Peter's 90% sure Wade likes him. Or at least he was sure. When you almost jerk off in front of the friend you're definitely not pathetically pining for and they never mention it again, it makes you doubt yourself. Peter knows he should probably just ask what the fuck is going on, but where's the angsty fun in that?
Sometimes When We Touch
Peter answers a Craigslist ad for someone who is willing to pay for some unspecified physical contact/sex because he's just that broke. He's surprised to find out Wade Wilson is the one who posted the ad, but thinks he can still manage just fine even when the man explains he'd like him to wear a special costume for the occasion. Of course things become a little more complicated when Wade reveals the outfit he's chosen: a shockingly accurate Spider-Man suit
Sunflower
26 and standing at the head of Parker Industries, Peter feels young in every way. He doesn't know himself, he lacks a lot of experience, and he's struggling to get a grip on what he thinks of the merc with the mouth, an absolute force who has starting pushing his desires in a direction that terrifies him.He desperately tries to come to terms with sexuality, even when it means dragging Wade flat on his face.Takes place after the dance scene in Spider-man/Deadpool, with important plot details omitted. Follows these two through extreme character growth.
Two Thirds of a Whole (I honestly felt weird about this one, but eh, maybe someone who’s into it would appreciate it)
Peter Parker and Wade Wilson, finding Vanessa dead and having never met, assume the second body is their other soulmate. When they meet in a market ten years later, they both have a chance they never thought they would get again-- a chance at love.But can they find a way to be happy as two thirds of a whole?
Holding Back
The thing about not being able to die is that it makes everything so dreadfully boring. Seriously, immortality's a bitch. So, you gotta keep things interesting. How else are you supposed to get through the day without going insane? Well, more insane.Wade wants to be a hero, but fighting bad guys isn't enough to keep things interesting. Wooing Spider-Man might help, though. And exploring his kinks definitely will. Of course, he never thought anything would come of either of these things. Boy, was he wrong!
Missed You
(Imagine me covering me shyly covering my face for this ehehe)
“Wade,” Peter whines, pulling off Wade’s mask and catching his lips in a deep kiss. All he can smell is leather and sweat and gunpowder, and he’s already embarrassingly hard.
Wade comes home from a mission. Peter missed him. A lot.
Big
Peter can't stop looking at and thinking about Wade's great big arms and shoulders and hands and back. He's fine. (He's not fine.)
Slip of the Tongue
Sometimes Peter can forget how big Wade is, how much presence he has. Right now is not the time. His heart rabbits in his chest as he swallows, looking up. There’s always something there when Wade’s looking at him, something predatory, that makes Peter nervous and wanting, shivering hot all over.
Wade The Cat
“Aw don’t be afraid little buddy, it’s okay, he’s gone”Wade almost cringes at how someone is talking to him, what the hell?! He’s not a defenseless animal. Wait. No, yeah, he is.Wade looks a little alarmed, stepping back as the man crouches next to him, smiling sympathetically “It’s okay, I won’t hurt you. You okay?”Wade holds his breath, gives an once over at the guy, beautiful chestnut eyes, the adorable smile, the red face probably resulting from the cold and the brown humid hair stuck to his forehead as he holds his umbrella for both of them and yep, ladies and gentlemen if he wasn’t before, Wade is right now a defenseless animal because “Meow” Wade says wiggling what should be eyebrows “Honey, I’d let you take care of me all night long” Wade purrs.
Gonzo Journalist (It belongs to a series “We fell in love in October)
A young photographer working for The Daily Bugle hears about the tragic fate of an ex-soldier and decides to write an article about his cause to help him out. Maybe more than in one way.
The Man in the Mask
When Wade is unceremoniously dropped off into the custody of one Dr. Parker, he assumes the man has only the worst possible intentions for one of the world's last remaining mutants. But it turns out, the universe still holds plenty of surprises for them both.
You Wear My Name Over Your Heart Like It’s Invisible
"Why don’t you ever let me see it? If you have the name already, why can’t you tell me whose it is? I thought we were best friends."Everyone gets their Name when they turn twenty-one. It isn’t their own name either. It’s the name of their Soulmate. When Wade Wilson wakes on his twenty-first birthday, he looks down at his chest and sees Peter Benjamin Parker. He stares for a moment then shrugs, gets dressed, and doesn’t think about it for another six weeks.
Parachute, Please
Peter unexpectedly goes into heat after an Avengers mission, which could have been fine, but the ride back is 2 hours and he's stuck on a plane with his closest friends and family.At least there's one person he can call at times like these for relief. And in comes Wade.
Peter Parker’s Home for the Wayward Villain
A really long redemption story.
And Words Are Futile Devices
Peter doesn’t think he’s lonely. He’s too busy to be lonely. He’s twenty-two, working on his PhD and holding down a shitty job at the Daily Bugle, not to mention his nightly extra-curricular activities. He’s too busy for friends, and he’s certainly too busy for romantic interests. And yet, shockingly, apparently everyone in his life thinks he needs to stop being an anti-social recluse and get laid.So Peter enters the wide, wonderful world of online dating. He doesn’t expect to find his soul mate, or even a friend, and he’s definitely not looking for hook ups. He doesn’t know what he’s looking for, really, until one Wade W. Wilson catches his eye and captures his heart with risqué dog pics and a concerning obsession with cannibalistic serial killers.This is a love story. A sweet, inevitable journey towards each other. There is humor, and melancholy, and a touch of both gravitas and levity to the weeks that trickle by. But really it’s just an account of the slow, magnetic movement of Peter towards Wade, and Wade towards Peter.
Strays
Wade finds Spider-Man unconscious on a roof top. Score!Or: Spider-Man has lost his memories, some of his vocabulary, and all of his social conditioning. Wade is losing his mind.
The Inverse
Deadpool doesn't have to try very hard to hide his second gender anymore because ever since Weapon X, no one in their right mind would ever believe that Wade Wilson was an omega. It doesn't matter anyway, because Wade knows no Alpha would keep a male omega. No alpha WANTS one, much less one that's as scarred and unstable as he is.
Apparently, Spiderman was born to break every rule Wade has ever known.
The Body Remembers When the Mind Forgets
When people need a mate in their life, it isn't usually because they've forgotten they already have one.
Half Your Age (Plus Seven)
In which Deadpool has oddly specific and frustrating morals, Spider-Man has excellent friends, his lab partner has an opening for a bassist, Johnny Storm has the warmest feet, and everyone has had enough of hearing Peter talk about Wade Wilson (except Aunt May: she’s always glad to hear he’s back in town).
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*Author’s note*
Hey guys well here I am with yet another BoRhap boy story, this time it's of Ben Hardy (god it's been FOREVER since I wrote a story of Benny boi) but here it is. Now this is a Big Brother!Ben fic so unlike the last time there is NO ROMANCE, JUST FLUFFY PLATONIC GOODNESS THAT I CAN DISH UP!!!! Also in this fic I would like to point out that I do NOT OWN WORLD OF DANCE!! IT BELONGS TO J-LO AND NBC and all the people involved with the making of this amazing dance competition (if you haven't heard of it, go check it out the recent season is out NOW!!) Also watch the video links (from actual previous competitors on the show) to get a feel of what I'm seeing for the dances cause I am NOT dancer so I do not know all the moves that you dancers do out there, but I hope you all still enjoy this fic :)
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God it feels like it’s been forever since we’ve seen each other. From the time I got my first real American movie role in X-men Apocalypse, everything just seemed to fold right before me. From my biggest success of Bohemian Rhapsody (where I became best friends with probably the three greatest guys in the world), followed by the Netflix movie 6 Underground with Ryan Reynolds (and yes he’s just as hilarious and humble as he presents himself).
My life has just exploded from there, I try to be home whenever I can but when I do, she’s just as busy as I am.
Now that things have calmed down on my end and she’s preparing for an upcoming audition on a dance show, I can finally take the time to go see her (especially now since I’m in LA where she’s to audition). God I haven’t seen her in years, I wonder how she’s been?
“BENJAMIN!!!” Joe’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I turned to him.
“Hmm what?”
“Geez mate you were really out of it back there. We’ve been trying to get your attention for like 10 minutes.” Gwil said as he sipped his beer.
“Oh sorry guys, I was just—thinking.”
“And just who was it that had your attention so badly that you tuned out from the rest of the world?” teased Rami.
“Benjamin Hardy are you cheating on me!? Oh my god you’re cheating! Who is it! What’s their name!?” Joe accused me. I rolled my eyes as I shoved him.
“Is it a girl?” Rami asked.
“Oh great. Now I gotta get breast implants just to get you to notice me.” Joked Joe. We all looked at him strangely and I said.
“Not in that way, but yes I am thinking about a girl. My sister actually.”
“Your sister? You—never mentioned a sister before.” Gwil said.
“I kinda like to keep her separate from my name.”
“What you guys don’t get along?” asked Joe.
“No, no we get along amazingly. We’re each other’s #1 fans. But ever since Bohemian Rhapsody everyone now knows my name. I don’t want people comparing the two of us and making her feel like I’m outshining her. That’s one of the other reasons why I changed my last name from Jones to Hardy.”
“Is she an actress too?” Rami asked with a head tilt.
“No, no. She’s a dancer actually.”
“A dancer? Fancy.” Joe said in a posh accent.
“What kind of dancing does she do?” Gwil said.
“Mostly contemporary. But she also does ballet and a bit of Hip-hop. This one competition she was on, she actually combined ballet and hip-hop together. Got 1st place for it, and was the youngest winner to ever win the Glasgow dance competition.” They all whistled.
“She must be good then, how old is she?”
“She was 7 years old.” They all gaped at me.
“You’re joking right?” Joe said with wide eyes and a gaped mouth.
“No, not at all. In fact in her ballet school where she trains, she’s actually the youngest student to have been chosen to get a full run scholarship to the London Academy for Dance. Once she’s 12 years old, they’ll give her the full ride.”
“Wait, wait, wait. How old is she now?” Gwil asked.
“She’s nine.”
“So they’re gonna hold onto her scholarship for another three years?” Rami said. I nodded.
“Damn she must be good for them to do that.” Joe said with a sigh.
“She is. Fell in love with dancing at 2 years old and did her first pirouette within the first three months of joining her ballet school.”
“Geez, and my sister couldn’t do one till she was about 9.”
“Guess my sister’s got yours beat.” I teased to Joe.
��Yeah, yeah, yeah don’t rub it in.”
“So Ben, when was the last time you saw her?”
“Five years.” I said as I sipped my beer solemnly.
“Wait what? You haven’t seen your sister in five years!?” Joe gawked.
“I told you guys, ever since X-men it’s been one project after another. And even when I did have a break, she was out of state doing a competition either with her school or as a soloist. But—hopefully that’ll change in the next few weeks. She’s actually here in LA.”
“She is?” Rami said. I nodded.
“Yeah. She’s auditioning for some sort of dance show they film here.”
“So you think you can dance is doing a junior competition now?” asked Joe.
“No not that one. It’s a recent one. They’ve only done like 3 or 4 seasons of it. I think it’s called Dancing world…..no World of Dance. That’s it.”
“Oh that show is awesome! I’ve auditioned for that show.” Joe bragged.
“No you haven’t.” Rami exclaimed at Joe’s lie.
“I’m serious I auditioned during their first 2 seasons. Couldn’t commit cause of obvious reasons.”
“I’m calling BS on that.” Gwil said as he leaned back.
“Uhh excuse me; who got the part of the Disco Deacy? Me. Who perfected the BAB dance? Me. I’m perfectly qualified to be a dancer. In fact why don’t we go see your little sis and she can be the judge!”
“What?”
“You heard me, right now! Let’s go see her!” Joe said as he downed his drink and stood up.
“Hang on guys……”
“Well besides of Joe’s reason, I think it’d be fair for us to meet your little sis. I mean we’ve practically seen each other’s siblings. You all met my twin Sami and my sis Jasmine.”
“I agree with Rami, and you all met my older brother at my engagement party.”
“And of course you all met John and Mary at the BoRhap premiere.” At this rate I knew I wasn’t going to win this argument.
“Fine. I—guess I’ll call up my mum and ask her where she’s rehearsing at.” I just hope (y/n) doesn’t mind having my friends come and see her rehearse.
Cause when she’s in rehearsal mode, she can be quite the little jumpy bug.
*My POV*
Two days. I had two days till the Qualifier rounds for World of Dance. I had my routine down to the T and my mum says it’s perfect (but she has to say that she’s my mum), however I’m still doubting myself on some of the moves, or if I’m not showing enough emotion (cause J-Lo loves herself some dancers who can convey emotion).
I was sitting in the rehearsal room having myself a break after rehearsing my dance for the past half hour. I had this studio slotted for a 45min. rehearsal so I had about 15 minutes left to practice.
“I swear each time you dance your routine, you get more graceful every time.” Mum said as she came in with some lunch.
“Thanks mum, but is it good enough for the judges?”
“I know it is.” I chose not to respond to her. Like I said she has to say these things, but I know there are some flaws to my dance. I didn’t stick the landing hard enough, I tripped up on the landing from the 540, my leg wasn’t straight enough with I lifted it outward, so many flaws. “Oh I forgot, there’s a little surprise waiting for you downstairs.”
“Mum I—I don’t know. I mean I haven’t even found out if I’ll make it into the next round.”
“Trust me love, you’ll like this surprise.” She raced over to the door and opened it and soon coming in my brother and his three friends from his film Bohemian Rhapsody.
“Benny!” I cheered as I hopped off my seat and raced right over to him. A huge smile spread across his face as he extended his arms out and caught me as he picked me up and spun me around.
“Hey kiddo oh it’s been forever! Oh you’ve gotten so big since I last saw you.”
“I missed you Benny.”
“I missed you too kiddo. God you have no idea how much I missed you.” he said as he repeatedly kissed the top of my head.
“Your brother happened to be in LA so we planned a little surprise visit for you.” mum said as she closed the door.
“And I hope you don’t mind that I brought a few friends over.” Ben said as he gestured towards the three actors who starred with him on Bohemian Rhapsody.
“I don’t mind. I’ve heard so much about these guys that I figured it’s about time I met them in person.” He set me down and I walked up to the actor who played the legendary Freddie Mercury. “Rami Malek, right?”
“That is correct, and you must be his famous little dancing sister.”
“Well I wouldn’t call myself famous yet, but I hope to be one day.” We shook hands with each other. I then moved onto the next one, the tallest out of all of them who even looked like Brian May even without the wig. “Now forgive me if I pronounce your name wrong, my Welsh isn’t that great. Is it—Gwilym.” I pronounced the “I” like I was saying “ice cream”.
“Close, it’s pronounced Gwilym. Think of the “wi” like will.”
“Right, sorry.”
“No worries—(Y/n) right?”
“Yeah.” We both shook hands with each other and I told him, “Can I just say, I thought you were phenomenal as Brian May.”
“Well thank you love, I take it you’re a Queen fan as well?”
“Yeah. You can thank Benny for that. He introduced me to the band when I was a little girl. I even did a dance routine to White Queen when I was around 4-5 years old.”
“Wow, if you remember it, we’d sure like to see it.” Rami said.
“I think I might remember it. Again it was a while ago so I might improvise something if I don’t remember the whole routine.”
“No problem there.” Rami said with a warm smile. I then moved on to the last actor who played (my personal favorite member of Queen, John Deacon).
“So you’re the famous Joe Mazzello that my brother won’t shut up about.”
“Sure am kid. And you’re the world time dance champion and scholarship holder for the best London dance academy ehh?”
“You could say that.”
“Well little missy I happen to be a dance champion too, and I challenge you to a dance off!” Already I could see Ben, Gwilym and Rami either shaking their heads or rolling their eyes as Joe’s proclamation.
“This wouldn’t have anything to do with my brother would it?”
“And if it is?” questioned Joe in a challenging manner.
“No reason.” I shrugged. “Just hope you’re prepared to lose.” The guys all oooh in a challenging manner and that’s when Joe nodded along.
“Okay, okay little one. But I’m giving it all I got so you better watch out.” I gestured that the dancefloor was all his. Gwil went over to the stereo and went through my Spotify app till he found the song that Joe wanted to dance to.
He chose Wham’s ‘Wake me up before you go-go’. I’ll admit he has some pretty good moves—for an amateur. After doing a minute and a half of his little on the spot dance moves, he posed as he panted heavily.
“It was okay.” I shrugged.
“Okay?”
“Yeah I mean—it was…..cute. It was cute. For like an Instagram or TikTok video.”
“Okay then little miss Prima donna. Show me your little ballet moves.” Challenged Joe. Oh he don’t know me very well, do he? I first took off my ballet shoes and put on my sneakers.
I told Gwilym which song to play and he nodded to me that he would wait till I was ready before he played the song. I now stood in the middle of the room and took a deep breath before turning to Gwilym. He nodded and pressed his finger on my phone to play the song and soon YG’s “One time coming” began playing.
Play video
With this song I unleashed my Hip-hop background. Poppin and locking my body when needed, going in time with the beat, even doing things with my limbs to which no one had ever seen (like this one move where I had my right arm out and only by moving my left index finger, either the upper or lower portion of my arm would move up).
The guys and my mum were amazed and just in awe at my dancing. And when I did a little patterned tip-toe strut with my arms tucked in like duck wings, did I hear the guys exclaim and just flip out. When my minute and a half dance break was over, I flipped my hair towards Joe telling him that he got owned.
In pure defeat, Joe collapsed to the ground and lay there dead while my brother came up and hoisted me onto his shoulder.
“The winner and undefeated champion of the dance. (Y/n) Jones!” I bowed and thanked the guys and my mum as they cheered. Benny set me back down on the ground just as Joe finally came up and revived himself. I stood before him and he said.
“You surprise me kiddo. I accept defeat. Benjamin is yours.”
“Well he is my brother. But—we can share him.” At hearing that, Joe took me in his arms and spun me around thanking me repeatedly.
“Do you think whenever we get some free time, could you show me some stuff. I really liked that little tip-toe strut.”
“I learned it from a friend of mine whose into Hip-hop back at my school. In fact he competed on the first season of World of Dance he and his group. They didn’t win but they got to the Semi-finals.”
“That’s awesome. You really are the dance master. And I can’t wait to see what you bring to the World of Dance stage.”
“In fact (Y/n), can we see your routine?” asked Ben.
“Yeah I was just about to ask that. Ben’s told us that while you can combine certain genres of dance, your main focus was on contemporary. I’ve always been intrigued anytime someone says they’re a contemporary dancer.” Gwilym said. I turned to my mum and asked her how long did I have for rehearsal.
When she told me five minutes, I knew I could show them my audition routine that I had planned. But after that we had to leave cause the next group to come in had to set up their things and warmup.
The guys all took a seat along the mirrored wall while my mum handled the music.
Once my song began playing, I did my entire routine before the guys. Showing Ben’s friends that while I can unleash the beast in Hip-hop, I can be as graceful and elegant as a swan.
After the routine was done, I got a standing ovation from all four of the guys as they applauded and whistled. I gathered up my stuff and as I did, the guys all swarmed around me telling me what an amazing job I did, and that for some of the *cough*Joe*cough* I had them crying by the end of my routine.
We then left the dance studio and Ben’s friends allowed us to have our own personal family time (since Ben and I hadn’t seen each other in literally five years). We said our goodbyes and soon our mum took us out to eat as sorta a family reunion/congratulations on all of our combined successes.
It was time. The World of Dance qualifier rounds. Today was my filming date and I knew in several weeks they would soon air it on TV worldwide. Now I have performed in front of crowd before, but this—this was something else.
And not to even make me twice as nervous, I have seen what people comment on the show or the specific dancers. Most of them are nice comments but then again it’s the Internet so there’s bound to be haters out there.
This one girl from last season just a few years older than me got so much hate in fact, that she ended up shutting down her Twitter page and I’m told she gave up on dancing all together. I don’t know what I’m gonna do if that ends up being me.
I was running my routine through my head and stretching myself out. With me to support me was my mum, Ben and Ben’s friends of Bohemian Rhapsody, Rami, Gwil and Joe. With each dancing group or person that went up, I got more and more nervous. Soon a producer came up to me and said.
“(Y/n), you’ll be on up after The Jumperz.”
“Okay, thank you.” I told him. He nodded and walked away from me, at that moment I felt like I wanted to puke.
“Hey kiddo, how’s it going?” I looked up to see Ben standing over me.
“Good, very good.” He sat down beside me, his brow furrowed with concern. Crap he knows, he always knows.
“You sure?” at this point I knew I couldn’t hide it anymore. I tucked my legs into my chest and curled myself into a ball.
“I don’t think I can do this anymore Ben.”
“What do you mean?” he questioned.
“Maybe this whole thing was a mistake. Can we go home? Yeah, yeah let’s go home.” I said as I stood up.
“Now hold on, hold on love.” He took my hand into his stopping me from even walking away. “Let’s just sit down and talk about it real quick.” He stood up and we went outside of the room and stood along the hallway.
I leaned up against the wall with my arms crossed over my chest protectively and my leg bouncing with anxiety.
“Talk to me sis, what’s going on?”
“I just……I’m scared Ben. I don’t know why I am, I’ve performed in front of an audience before, I don’t know why I’m this nervous. It’s stupid I know.”
“Hey, hey, hey. No it’s not.” He said to me gently as he cupped my face, trying his best to not ruin my makeup. “You’re human, you have every right to be nervous. I’ll bet not a single one of these dancers you’re competing against isn’t feeling what you’re feeling now. And some of these guys might’ve been with well-known performers and are still feeling the nerves.”
“Is it always this nerve wracking for you every time you film something?” he nodded.
“Of course it is. I’m always worried about people’s reactions to me on screen. Even with all the positive feedback I get, I always keep my eye focused on that one negative outlook, no matter how many people say I’m good in a role.”
“I just don’t want the haters to pull me away from my dream like they did to that one dancer that came on the show last season.”
“Come here, have a seat in my lap.” He sat down on the floor and guided me till I was now sitting on his lap, holding me like a teddy bear. “There will always be haters and trolls out there in the world. That’s just what they get off of, is by bringing other people down, especially kids who go on shows like this. It’s wrong and vile but I won’t say you won’t encounter some hate. But the one thing you must keep in mind; is to never, ever let them dictate on who you are as a person.”
“Do you think I can do that?”
“Absolutely. You’re incredibly talented, you’re smart, kind, the most talented person I’ve ever met. I mean yeah I can dance but nowhere near to the level that you can. Hell you even beat out Joe in that little dance competition when you first met him a couple days ago.”
“I did do that, didn’t I?” he chuckled.
“You schooled him.”
“Ben no one says that anymore.”
“Whatever I’m a 90’s kid that was the lingo back then.”
“Back in the ancient times.” He scoffed.
“Alright miss smart-aleck I guess since you’re feeling well enough to sass me off you don’t need me anymore.” He plopped me off his lap and went to stand up but I gripped his shirt and begged.
“No Benny please!” all I could hear was his soft laughter. I hit his arm and pouted. “You are so mean!”
“Aww sissy, you know I can’t help but be a little cheeky with you.” he teased as he playfully nudged my shoulder with his arm. I smiled and nodded.
“Yeah I know cause that’s your job.”
“It is my job. Well one of the many qualifications of being your Big Brother. The most important one though, is to be there for you when you need it.” He stroked the top of my head and I hugged him.
“Thanks Ben. I’m glad that you could be here.”
“Me too. And hey, accepted or not. I’m proud of all that you’ve done in your dancing career.” He whispered in my ear as he gave me a snug embrace.
After our little bro-sis cuddle, we separated from each other and he asked me, “Do you still feel nervous?”
“A little but not as much.”
“Okay so there are two options we can do here; we can shake out the nerves, or my favorite—I can tickle them out of you.”
“No Ben you’ll ruin my costume!” I whined out as he chuckled.
“Okay, so we’ll shake them out then.” We both stood up and did our nerve shakeout.
Which was basically what he learned in theatre which was just shaking out your hands and feet counting backwards from 10, but each time we’d count, we’d go a bit faster. Once we got one, Ben picked me up and spun me around before setting me down.
“Better?”
“Better.”
“Good, oh wait one last thing before you go out, gotta shake out those negative thoughts in that brain of yours.” He cupped my face in his hands and playfully shook my head around as he growled out in an angry tone, “Get out of my sister’s head you dirty rotter’s!”
“Ben!” I laughed. He stopped as he grinned down at me.
“Had to make sure. You look beautiful, and I know you’re gonna wow everyone out there, especially the judges.”
“Thanks Benny. I love you.”
“Love you too kiddo.” He gave my nose a peck before escorting me back into the dance room. A producer was calling out my name, I looked up at Ben and he nodded to me before I went racing off towards the producer to tell him I was here.
When he saw me, he guided me towards the corridor where I would walk down, go up the stairs and racing across towards the stage. I could hear the chanting claps of the audience and their cheers and soon I heard the announcer say through the speaker.
“Give it up, for (Y/n) Jones.” I raced across the corridor, took the steps two at a time before racing across the catwalk towards the stage. As soon as I came on stage, everyone cheered and soon I was standing before Ne-Yo, Derek Hough, and Jennifer Lopez. They greeted me with waves or nods and I waved to them.
“Hello sweetie.” Jennifer greeted me.
“Hi.” I waved back to her.
“Why don’t you tell us your name?”
“My name is (Y/n) Jones and I’m from London, England.”
“Oh a British Dancer. Finally someone from the UK.” Derek proclaimed.
“So how old are you?” Ne-Yo asked me.
“I just turned nine last month.” At that the crowd cheered for me and that’s when Ne-Yo said.
“Well happy belated birthday.”
“Thank you Ne-Yo.” He winked at me and said to me.
“Let’s see what you got (Y/n).” I nodded and handed my microphone to one of the assistants before racing off towards the back of the stage as the lights went down.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in before exhaling slowly. This was it, make it or break it.
*Ben’s POV*
From backstage, my mum, the guys and I along with the other dancers could watch and see what was going on stage. I pressed my hands together in a prayer motion as I had them against my lips, c’mon little sis I know you can do it.
*Play video*
Her song routine, Ashes by Celine Dion soon came on through the speakers and she began her routine. The lights softly lit up in a sunrise color of yellow, orange, and purple. She truly shined as her dance went on, going slow when she needed before finally sticking the landing or going with the beat of the song.
That entire stage was hers to command and she used the entirety of that stage for her routine. I could hear the judges voices sound impressed with my sister’s routine, especially once the chorus struck and the hard drumbeats of the song kicked in.
The crowd was just in awe and applauded my sister, dazzled by her grace yet strength she was giving them in her performance. Doing her 540’s, leg lifts, front flips, she was like the Freddie Mercury of dancing on that stage as she showed her true colors on that stage, especially as it lit up with her as the song got more powerful.
By the end of it when she stood up and just gave that pleading face of help as she reached out towards J-Lo, the lights went dark and the entire audience went nuts.
“That was even amazing with the lights.” Said Joe.
“Agreed, she really lit that stage up.” Rami agreed.
“That’s our girl.” Mum said as I wrapped my arm around her.
“Alright, alright, alright, alright (Y/n). Now remind me how old you are?” Derek said.
“I just turned nine.” At that point Derek stood up from his chair flipping his pen which made everyone laugh. “Girl you look like you’ve been doing this for 20 years.” Everyone laughed.
“How old were you when you got into dancing?” asked J-Lo.
“I was 2.” (y/n) responded.
“Well it shows that you definitely have a passion for this. And you literally have been doing this your whole life. Just seeing you being able to do moves that—I couldn’t even do at your age till I was much older, that to me…..shows you have true love for dancing. And you already gave me goosies little missy and we just met you.”
“Uh-oh Jennifer with her goosies.” Ne-Yo said.
“She gave them to me, the goosies do not lie!”
“No they do not.” Derek said before he continued, “But just like Jennifer said. I mean my sister and I we did some contemporary a bit as kids but nowhere could we master it down just like you’ve done (Y/n). And that final move where you just landed right on your knees. I literally jumped from my seat.”
“Yeah it was like you had no bones little miss.” Ne-Yo said as my sister smiled and laughed. “Besides from what both Derek and Jennifer has said. Your timing is what really stuck out to me. Like it was like you were a part of the song itself. Like first you’d be like all smooth and fluid when the beat was gentle. But when the drumbeat kicked in hard with boom- boom boom-boom. That right there is what really stuck out to me.”
“I completely agree.” Derek said.
“Alright we’re gonna lock in our scores and we’ll see if you make it to the duels (Y/n).” J-Lo said with a smile. (Y/n) nodded and that’s when the lights dimmed down on her and we watched as the three judges locked in their scores, while making their silent commentaries to each other.
“Okay (Y/n), you need an 88 or above to qualify for the duels, let’s see what you scored.” The host said as he came out and stood beside my sister. The lights shown down (like those game show lights whenever something gets suspenseful).
First up was Derek’s score; he gave her an 90.
At that my sister made a face of shock as her smile widened and she covered her mouth in shock. The crowd cheered and up next was Ne-Yo’s score.
He gave her an 89. Finally J-Lo’s score was a 92. When the scores rounded up together was 90.3. Her score shined up on the ceiling scoreboard and (Y/n) couldn’t believe it, poor sissy was even crying.
“Congratulations (Y/n) you made it to the Duels. How’s it feel?” the host asked as he held his microphone to her.
“It feel just—absolutely amazing. All three of you have been an inspiration to be in wanting to become a dancer and this just means so much to me. Thank you for letting me get this opportunity.”
“We can’t wait to see what you bring us, cause already little Miss, you’ve got the competitive edge. It better only get better from here on out.” Ne-Yo told her. She nodded and thanked the judges one last time before running off the stage.
As she came running towards us, I had to be the first one she saw. I cheered for her as I opened my arms out for her and she raced towards me before leaping right into my arms. I spun her around as the two of us laughing joyously.
“You did it kiddo! I’m so proud of you.”
“Thanks to you Ben. I kept thinking about what you said, I dedicated my performance to you.” I felt myself tear up as I buried my face into her ponytailed hair.
“I would’ve been proud of you either way.” At this point the rest of the guys as well as our mum came up and congratulated her.
That night we celebrated her victory on making it to the next round of World of Dance. Drinks for me and the guys, we danced, sung some karaoke, and just partied all night long.
#bohemian rhapsody#bohemian rhapsody movie#bohemian rhapsody imagines#bohemian rhapsody imagine#bohemian rhapsody cast#ben hardy#ben hardy imagine#ben hardy imagines#ben hardy x reader#ben hardy fanfic#ben hardy fanfiction#joe mazzello#rami malek#gwilym lee#borhap cast#borhap cast x reader#borhap cast imagine#borhap cast imagines#queen#queen imagine#queen imagines#queen fanfic#queen fanficition#joe mazzello imagne#rami malek imagine#gwilym lee imagine
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OC Music Meme
I was tagged by @raven-of-domain-kwaad , thank you! :D
I shall tag (no pressure as always, only if you want to!): @mercurypilgrim , @mimabeann, @rainofaugustsith , @thelastenvoyyy , @a-master-procrastinator and anyone else who wants to do this one, yes, I promise I mean you!
Yaaay another music meme, I LOVE these, as any of my long-term followers/mutuals probably know :P
Oh no, Raven what have you done! 🤣🤣
List one or more songs that relate to the following
*drags Rai and her three consecutive playlists full of songs in here and plops her down proudly* Now I’m not joking when I say combined her three playlists would run for ~10 hrs if I played them all back-to-back. Sooooo for that reason I will be trying to restrict myself to 3-4 songs per “question”, except for the last one which is annotated with an explanation there, ANYWAYS!
reminds you of them most:
Down To The Bottom - Dorothy :: This is a very new one to her playlist (discovered a few days ago), but it still vibes so well with Saarai’s attitude to love, and her need to have some sort of emotional closeness to other people, to love and be loved, or else she just doesn’t function quite right
Up The Wolves - The Mountain Goats :: This was one of Rai’s first EVER theme songs that made it onto her list as I gave the Ahaszaai the backstory that led to them becoming main characters, so it feels only right that I include it here. To me it perfectly sums up her character progression, from a frightened young woman with a lot of skeletons in her closet and no willingness to be a commander of anything or confidence that she could, to a strong and dedicated leader willing to do whatever it takes to protect the people she works with, and make sure that the person who once took it from her family will suffer the righteous justice he deserves for his actions. Oddly enough, Saarai never goes back to take over the Sith Empire as D’leah planned (in Subterfugeverse anyways), they do eventually “come home” and build something of their own with the other members of the Alliance <3
Bruno Is Orange - Hop Along :: This song is very important too. It makes me feel a lot of things and as I developed more of Saarai’s backstory and began tying everything together, it became an essential part of her backstory. This is 100% a “Saarai Song” in my brain (and I’ve had the script for that meme planned out for over a year, I’ll get to it soon :3), summing up the chaos and her own feelings on what happened with Tsâhis (and her mother and sister’s reactions to finding out about what happened, and Ty, the baby which resulted from that clusterfuck of a relationship)
Someone New - Hozier :: Kinda supplements “Down To The Bottom”, Saarai was a character who puzzled me sexuality-wise for a long time, she has a lot to unpack and a lot of nuances in her attractions, and for a long time (because it is the default for modern media) I tried to shove her in the monogamy box, except...that doesn’t work for Saarai LMAO. I remembered this song existed one day (I think it came up on Youtube shuffle or something) and it was the lightbulb that went on in my head that finally clicked and told me she was actually polyam as well (though ironically I forgot to actually put it in her playlist until @darth-bagel reminded me it existed again a few months ago LOL).
reminds another character of them:
All The Pretty Girls - KALEO :: (Sash - Zephyrverse AU) This one had a few options too, but I think this is the best song that Sash would associate with Saarai. Their relationship was slow burn, although there was near-immediate attraction there, Sash struggled with self-doubt and her own insecurities for a long time, firmly believing that Saarai would get bored of waiting for her to be “ready” to take things further and explore other options (she didn’t. They’ve been married something like 20+, nearing 30 years now, you’re stuck with her sweetie <3)
The Last of the Real Ones - Fall Out Boy :: (Lana - Subterfugeverse) “I know this whole damn city thinks it needs you, but not as much as I do.” Lana wasn’t looking for Saarai when she found her, but Lana wouldn’t have it any other way. Though Lana is a big pillar of support for Saarai, and Saarai in turn is the social “glue” that holds the Alliance together, what many people don’t realise is that the feeling is mutual and Lana relies upon her just as much. Saarai’s dependable, and trustworthy, even if sometimes she makes Lana want to roll her eyes into the ceiling because of her antics, she wouldn’t want to change her for anything, it’s that part of Saarai that she secretly loves the most because it reminds Lana that it’s okay to unwind and have fun or be silly every once in a while, especially with the people you love.
Shut Up And Dance - WALK THE MOON :: (Koth - Subterfugeverse) Koth’s relationship with Saarai took a lot longer to develop into something openly romantic because Saarai had a lot of stuff to work through before she could accept her own feelings for him, but the cantina party at the end of KOTFE was the moment that Koth realised she was comfortable with him, because it’s the first time she really opened up to him, the first time she asked him to do anything together, and the first time she didn’t flinch or jump away from him when he touched her.
reminds you of a relationship of theirs, doesn’t have to be romantic, can be paternal, friendly etc.:
I’m taking that as an invitiation to do a song for each of the main ones of any kind and that means this one has like six songs because...Saarai has a lot of influencial relationships in her character arc, I’m sorry (but not really) :’)
Broken Crown - Mumford & Sons :: Saarai & D’leah (Familial, It’s Complicated). This one is probably gonna be the “controversial” song of this post but you know what I’m gonna do it anyway. Saarai and D’leah have a very complicated relationship, because on the one hand Saarai does love her mother very much in spite of the horrible things she said and did, and on the other...the last thing that she wants is to turn out like her. And sometimes, sometimes you gotta call your mom out on her toxic shit.
Hey Brother - Aviici :: Saarai & Ni’kasi (Familial Love). “What if I lose it all? Oh sister, I will help you out. Oh, if the sky comes falling down, for you...there’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do.” The “brother” part does not apply to the twins, gender-wise, but the essence of this song is undoubtedly Saarai & Ni’kasi’s relationship. When Saarai thought she had no-one else, Ni’kasi was there to pick up the pieces and get her back onto her feet. They’re ride or die till the very end, wherever Saarai leads, she knows Ni’kasi will follow her.
Son of A Gun - Lord Huron :: Saarai & Tsâhis (Romantic ”Love”, though I’mma be very clear here that he was a manipulative abusive asshole, but Saarai loved him so...quotation marks. Y’get it yeah? Good.) “Well she fell in love with that son of a gun, but he was not the man that she took him for.” This line in particular sums it up. Saarai was young, naive and a perfect target for someone like Tsâhis to take advantage of because she didn’t know any better and believed him when he said he “loved her”, only for him to pull the rug out from under her feet later on. (he got his tho, don’t worry 😈)
Youth - Glass Animals :: Saarai & Tyûk (Maternal Love). This is the closest I can find to a song that sums up their relationship, I have a lot of thoughts about it but there are very few songs (that I’ve found) that touch upon the essence of Saarai & Ty’s relationship. D’leah chose to blame Ty for his father’s actions, Saarai chose the opposite. She chose to love him in spite of what his father had done to her, and to make sure he grew up feeling safe, loved, and learnt to be better than that.
Curses - The Crane Wives :: Saarai/Sash (Romantic Love) Both Saarai and Sash have had difficult pasts, with a lot of emotional trauma, and they both had hurdles they had to overcome in order for their relationship to truly work and stay healthy. But with each others’ support, they’ve managed it and are all the closer for it. If you asked either of them where “home” was, they’d say the other’s name.
Sorry I Stole Your Girlfriend - Stereo Skyline :: Saarai/Lana/Koth (Romantic Love). Okay, I really really wanted to pick a more serious song from their playlist for them, BUT....this song is the song that started this ship in my brain so here we are. LMAO Originally, this popped into my brain as an idea of Saarai’s response to Koth’s attempt at getting between them in that scene of KOTFE on the Gravestone. Koth and Saarai’s moral compasses are very similar and I wanted them to sit down and have a proper, healthy discussion about their feelings instead of becoming enemies and sort of agreeing not to hold a grudge against each other, though I didn’t expect for that piece to get away from me and for Saarai to end up developing feelings for Koth too, I can’t say I’m unhappy with it. I love them and I will fight anyone who tells me I can’t make them an OT3, I can, I will, and I have. >:) (Healthy Polyam Good, Love Triangles Are Fucking Stupid (tm). No I am not taking criticism on this lmao) Though Saarai & Koth’s relationship isn’t sexual in any way, they love each other just as much as they love Lana, just express it differently. So even though the snideness of this song doesn’t really apply to them, I kept it in their playlist and it also became their ship name because it was too good to pass up, though “Stole” is in inverted commas as it’s definitely more of an inside joke between the three of them than actually seriously accusing them of stealing each others’ girlfriend. 🤣 (as always, Saarai & Koth thinks it’s hilarious, Lana rolls her eyes at the stupid pun but also secretly thinks it’s funny as hell)
#swtor#star wars: the old republic#swtor OCs#tagged meme#OC music meme#swtor oc: saarai ahaszaai#sith pureblood#the outlander#LS! eternal empress#subterfugeverse#ot3: sorry i ''stole'' your girlfriend#saarai/lana/koth#saarai x tsâhis#zephyrverse au#saarai/sash#the ahaszaai twins#the sith twins#yes i have written down a lot of stuff regarding the ot3's relationship and how it developed etc#one day i will throw them out into the world when i feel like they're ready#but they're not ready yet so sorry y'all you gotta wait#but trust me when i say this is very elaborately planned out#LMAO#[banging pots and pans] they're. poly. and. in. love. fucking. deal. with. it. or. leave#my ships my rules#complicated mother daughter relationships are complicated#projection? i don't know her#no sir#tw: manipulation#tw: abusive relationship
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Hancock SFW Headcanons To Satiate My Undying Thirst for This Raisin
this is dedicated to all of my 12 year old monster/humanoid obsessions, and to the ones which may follow such as this mans, John Hancock, the mayor of Goodneighbor. because I'll be damned if I see a ghoul and don't become immediately attracted to them. also these weren't requested, but @thatwolfnamednyla seemed interested so i'll tag them (i can remove the tag too if you want me to, just let me know).
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- ok so, I’m gonna start off with physical headcanons because it’s easier for me to base everything off of that
- since most of the heights in the game are the same and they don’t really give any actual canon heights for them, I’d say that he’s about 5”5 because I love the imagine of a short man with a knife. like-
- yeah he’s definitely powerful and strong willed and mental the opposite of a short baby man, but like can you just imagine some dude walking up to you and having to look up at you because he’s small? Especially a high af ghoul man small boy? an artistic virtue
- that, and he’s generally the most crackhead out of all the companions
- like he’s the guy to go to if you’re itching to bust out some chems and go shoot at random shit in the middle of the night cause he’s just that kinda dude
- he lives for the thrill of things, and so obviously someone equally as crackhead as he is would fit him perfectly, but for the sake of actual relationship building I’d say that he’s better fit with a rational crackhead
- like yeah, going out and getting yourself fucked up is great, but like not to the point of getting yourself so fucked up beyond repair, yknow? someone who takes a second and a half to think his crazy ass ideas through and THEN do it with him is the best person for the job as his metaphorical babysitter
- and he really likes to be taken care of because he’s a sucker for that shit. I would say that he has a daddy/mommy kink but like these aren’t nsfw and so I’m not gonna bust out that nasty shit just yet
- that said, being his partner doesn’t have very specific guidelines. being pansexual AND polyamorous allows him to love freely as he was genetically destined to anyway
- seriously, he’s attracted to you if you say something nice to him and show a little bit of interest that’s just how it is. he doesnt really think of appearances unless he's only out for dick
- he doesn’t really have a specific type either??? but he finds timid and nervous people so fucking cute. like,,, if you keep apologizing because of small things he’ll ruffle your hair and start calling you ‘kid’ and ‘sweetie’ cause honestly it’s just so sweet to see you get all nervous and shy
- it literally makes him want to fistfight someone in an abandoned parking lot for you and he can't help his protectionist ways
- like he likes to be taken care of yeah, but he ends up setting y’all in the ‘give some get some’ scenario where it’s more of a partnership
- jokingly calls you ‘smoothskin’ even if your skin isn’t smooth like you’re scarred or something. it cracks him up because he does it in a smoker voice too but he already sounds like a smoker so he ends up coughing a little bit after in between laughs
- biggest goofball on the planet
- will literally play pranks on you because he finds it funny, like using makeshift pre-war whoopee cushion and shit like that. will also 100% love it if you prank him back. he doesn’t take much seriously and so any form of mild joking makes him genuinely happy
- if you’re inclined to more permanent relationships however, this could become an issue. not the whole whoopee cushion thing the seriousness thing
- just because he does sleep with other people and lowkey tell you all the time about how “That raider was packin, and I don’t mean to be a whore but honestly like if he wanted some he could get some.”, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you. it’s just that it’s normal for him to be attracted to other people at the same time. it can be more than one person at once, which can sometimes be a problem if more traditional people not cool with it
- confronting him about it either to confirm it negatively or positively depends on your preference. he didn’t really think of this as permanent in the first place, more of a friends with benefits situation where you also benefit each other with extreme emotional support, and so you wanting to make it serious will trigger his fear of commitment
- therefore, if you’re not okay with it he may have a hard time adapting, but if he’s really grown on you then he can try to be better about it. he won’t make the one he loves uncomfortable without their permission, but he’ll try his best to explain it (the best that he can doesn't necessarily that he’ll do it well though)
- if you’re alright with it then he will most likely bring up the topic of either threesomes/poly-somes and/or adding someone else to your romantic stuff or something like that if either of areyou is interested. communication is key in this sort of thing, and so he’ll almost always go to you before like trying to initiate anything with someone after talking with them and you about the situation
- oh did I mention fear of commitment? Cause I’m about to get real angsty
- MAN does he have an issue with it. not only that, but the reason he doesn’t really view this thing as permanent is because he’s fairly certain he’ll outlive you. he's terrified of loosing you one day and then not knowing what the he'll to do with himself for the rest of his life. he’s scared of being tied down it totally goes against his whole thing of freedom, and since he’s already conflicted about anarchy and order he literally avoids thinking about settling down with anyone or anything
- he’s holding onto a past that brought him joy then, but could ruin him now. and the best way to deal with that is to try to get through it as best as you can and leave the past behind, but he still finds himself reminiscing about things that could’ve happened
- it keeps him up sometimes, thinking about it. he’ll lay flat on his back in bed, staring at the ceiling for hours at a time just... thinking. and only when he’s lightly pressed about it will he say something, and even then it seems more like he’s struggling to find the words. It’s weird how he can talk to goodneighbor’s citizens like it’s nothing, but talking about himself gets him all choked up
- he would very much like it if you just like, kissed his face or hold his hand sometimes. to him it speaks more than a thousand words, and if he’s really having a hard time it means everything for you to be there for him
- that, and with the fact that you’re his best friend means that you’re his ride or die partner in crime
- just sitting around and doing chems with you and getting all philosophical or doing dumb shit is pretty much all he needs to be satisfied with you, and he really likes hearing you talk about pre-war society
- whether your views are negative or positive, he likes hearing about the way things used to work. he likes your stories about how you grew up and how you came to be who you are today, and a lot of the time he finds himself asking you about something he doesn’t know because you’re technically the ultimate source of knowledge on that stiff by this point
- you’d have to assure him that you didn’t know everything and no, you had no idea what year that random object he found was made, but he likes it anyway. you pique his interest, and just sharing a few mindset traits with you makes him feel much more secure and like you’ve got something that matters to the both of you
- that, and he thinks you’re the coolest motherfucker on the planet
- he’d probably be more attracted to free spirits, those who hold a strong moral code and defend it like it’s their lifeline. obviously he has a wide range of romantic and causal interest guidelines, but that’s the key point there. Someone who stands for what they believe in and protects those around them
- and NOW for my favorite part, miscellaneous headcanons ;
he’s probably the most openly sexual out of all the companions besides Gage, but tbh gage isn't down to walk naked through commonwealth and he is so obviously he’s the most freaky
he’s more himbo oriented, although with this chart done originally by @cockneydio
I can tell you that he’s this 👌 close to being a feral himbo and is probably turned on by danger so you can already tell what kinda bitch he is
he likes to give you his jacket when you’re cold or he just feels like it and it usually smells like cigarettes and gunpowder
thinks that pastel colors and soft clothes are kind of cute on people for some reason
is a sucker for pda, might die if you kiss on his neck or tell him he looks nice that day while you’re in public. Also super into just randomly slapping your ass because he finds it hilarious (slapping his ass in turn earns you a flirty comment and a mildly turned on raisin man)
loves receiving gifts from you and equally as much giving them, which is commonly just cool little things he’s found and thought you would like
makes cheesy pick up lines all the time and you can’t change my mind
would die for pet names, given or received. like yes call him “honey” and “sugar” he will MELT he's just a big nerd
he's kinda self conscious about himself around you, but likes phsycial contact too much to deny himself of it so he's literally always attached to you and/or on top of you if he can help it
- hancock isn’t feral, but he sure does act like it sometimes. what he needs is someone who can balance him out and give him the space when he needs it, and who genuinely cares about he people around them regardless of who or what they are. just being there for him on the bad days means the world to him, and he wouldn’t give what y'all have up for all the caps and chems in the world
#John Hancock headcanons#Hancock headcanons#fallout 4 Hancock#hancock#fallout 4 headcanons#fallout 4 imagines#fallout 4#fallout#nick valentine#cait#curie#deacon#danse#codsworth#ada#elder maxson#old longfellow#longfellow#jesus i love this man#jesus christ#ghouls#falloit 4 ghouls#hancock x sole survivor#sole survivor#dogmeat
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I’M 5 EPISODES BEHIND ON PSI, I CAN ONLY WATCH 4 BECAUSE THE NEWEST ONE ISN’T AVAILABLE YET AND IT’S KILLING ME BECAUSE I SAW AN OUT-OF-CONTEXT MEME ABOUT IT AND IT HAD SOME IMPLICATIONS ABOUT IT
ANYWAYS, LET’S CATCH UP ON PSI, EPISODES 20-23, LET’S GO
Okay let’s save that widdle baby from that test tube
HOLY SHIT PSI’S VELGRMON IS HUGE
THAT IS A BIG FUCKING BIRB
That is a weird way for Devimon to ask Velgrmon to fetch Takeru considdering he was technically already captured by Devimon but okay I guess
MEGADRAMON!!! YEAH
Leomon please don’t die
Ah, they are acknowledging that the kids were missing for three days during a horrifying black-out, I was worried they wouldn’t like, acknowledge that at all
Koushirou’s hesistant to talk about his parents... Oh baby... ;_;
TENTOMON!! How’re you messaging to the kids?? IS GENNAI THERE TO HELP?? Or are you just in the Network messing with stuff?? Probably?
Oh, great, Algomon still isn’t fucking dead. HOW MANY TIMES DO WE NEED TO KILL THIS FUCKER
Is that squid thing Calmaramon? It looks like Calmaramon??
oH MY GOD it took me a moment to realize what was happening but WEREGARURUMON HITCHING A RIDE ON THE GIGA DESTROYER MISSILE WAS HILARIOUS OMG HE’S USING IT LIKE A SKATEBOARD LMFAO
YEAH YAMATO, SAVE YOUR BABY BRO!!!
TAKERUUU!! SASUKEEEE wait
ANGEMON!!!! BABY!!! WHERE ARE YOU ANGEMON?!?!
Megumin Han.... I’m so happy to hear your voice ;___;
A beautiful reunion
Takeru seems to be taking... [/points at the DW and the Digimon] everything really well
Jesus Velgrmon is stronk
NOOO THEY JUST SAVED TAKERU, FUCK
ANGEMON WAKE UP!!! WAKE UP!!!! WE NEED YOU!!!
OHHHHH TAKERU IS ANGERY no talk to him he angy
YEAH ANGEMON, FLY LIKE THE FUCKING WIND
God I love WereGarurumon’s nail polish, it looks fantastic yo
ANGEMON!!!!! Feather symbolism yeee
Is Angemon gonna spend all his powers to kill Velgrmon and die instantly? That’d be hilarious
Awe, no Giga Destroyer? Just Giga Storm? D’aww
HE IS GONNA DIE, ISN’T HE
ENJOY YOUR TRAUMA TAKERU LMFAO
oh mY GOD SKULL KNIGHTMON CAME IN AND STOLE IT TOO, YOU FUCKER LMAO
EPISODE 21, LET’S GO
Yamato I’m sure you could explain a few things to Takeru while you’re just chasing Skull Knightmon
Ah Devimon, your arms are as long as always, how wonderful
Ah, more Xros Wars rep! Splashmon! :D
TAKERU WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING
YOU JUST GOT HERE LITTLE CHILD, DON’T JUST JUMP INTO THE HOLE HEAD FIRST, YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU’RE DOING
Oh wow Devimon had prepared an Evil Incubator for Angemon’s Digiegg, how fast and nice
Poor baby is gonna get super corrupted, eh?
IT’S SO NICE... TO SEE THESE FAMILY MEMBERS OF THE KIDS, LOOKING SAME AS ALWAYS AND STUFF
Oh wow did Koushirou just hack the Digivices, WOW
IT IS CALAMARAMON! I KNEW IT, FUCK, I am so enjoying the Frontier/Xros Wars rep rn, thanks Toei, I wub you
Is that another nuke? Are they launching another nuke? No? Just a massive crash at a dock?
I was just gonna complain about Psi having a serious case of Takuya & Kouji Show-syndrome but if Sora and co get to deal with the threat in the Network while Taichi and Yamato are rescuing Angemon’s egg, I’ll be okay with it
Takeru, your Powers of Adorable will not save the world, I’m sorry, you’re just gonna get yourself killed and/or kill Yamato a third heart attack, PLEASE GO BACK
Holy shit METALGREYON NOOOOOOO DON’T HURT HIM LIKE NOOOOOOOO MY BABY ;A;
THAT IS A BIG EYE WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT
A Digimon that was sealed away by Devimon or something? IDK it’s kinda scawy
METALGREYMON NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
TAICHI PLEASE SAVE HIM ;_; YAMATO GO HELP HIM YOU WIMP
OWO WHAT'S THIS
A NEW METALGREYMON VARIANT? (Or a different Mode?)
Tbh the new cannon kida clashes with MetalGrey’s oldschool design a lil BUT IT’S FINE, IT’S COOL
Agumon deserves a nap
WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT
ELDORADIMON???? IS IT OH IT TOTALLY IS, RIGHT? YEAH
I love the textures on his face, the pencil strokes look really cool
EPISODE 22 WOOO
I think I’ve complained about this before but it has kinda bothered me before how the Digimon don’t have to rest or eat before entering into battle again, and like, while it’s been mostly fine up until now... Like ever since the kids entered the Fake Tokyo they have pretty much been fighting non-stop without resting or eating and like, it’s starting to get to me, their stamina to keep on fighting is a bit much and it’s just gonna keep on going until Devimon’s dead, isn’t it
How are you climbing this wall that’s this god damn steep, you are a little child HOW DO YOU HAVE THE MUSCLES FOR THIS, I’M A GROWN ASS ADULT I DON’T HAVE THE MUSCLES FOR IT
Gabumon is a sweetheart and I would die for him
Koushirou, why didn’t you have your partners evolve faster, jesus christ (like I’ll give Gomamon and Palmon a break but the other two? Jesus)
Oh that DigiEgg is getting so super corrupted, isn’t it? Oh yeah, Devimon is trying to turn Angemon into a fallen angel like him, amazing
I wish Skull Knightmon had like a personality... In fact I wish all of the enemies had personalities beyond Devimon being ominous and Orgemon dumb with lots of honor
Jyou is gonna get in such great shape from running up those stairs- he ain’t skipping Leg Day, not today
Skull Knightmon is so cool I wish he had more of a personality ;_; I wanna root for him but beyond doing cool shit he has nothing going for him
Ah, the upgrade to MetalGrey wasn’t permanent, just a temporary buff from the power of Courage
DARK KNIGHTMON! YEAAAH
I hope Eldoradimon is okay with all this chaos happening inside him; like I hope he doesn’t get an upset stomach from this
THE BABY TOLD YOU TO MOVE, SO MOVE, KNIGHTMON!
Poor Calamaramon died without ever getting a personality ;_;
How the fuck is this infact making these gigantic leaps over great distances
God Takeru you are so cute, you widdle baby you
Oh man the hightech wings really don’t fit with the punk look of WereGarurumon at all
Welp the DigiEgg got dipped in the miasma like an egg in soy sauce, Press F for Patamon, say “hi” to Tsukaimon
Oooo the egg is exploding! :D
Oh, the egg... I mean it didn’t explode but it destroy the fortress
POYOMON! :D
Devimon, are ya gonna finally show up in person
YEAHHHHHHH DEVIMON!!!! YOU LOOK SO PRETTY I MISSED YOU YOU EDGY GOTH BASTARD
OOOO DEVIMON AND ANGEMON GO BACK? THEY HAVE A HISTORY? Well this is a ship I’m into, let’s go
EPISODE 23!
DEVIMON AND ANGEMON USED TO BE FRIIIIIENDS ohhhhhhhhh I wanna know more about their history THIS IS A JUICY SHIP RIGHT HERE
Ohhh he is so OP, I love that, thanks
How’d MetalGrey and WereGaruru get the message to use the rubble as cover? Not that it worked really
Devimon can use finger beams, lovely
Sora and co should really evolve to Perfect, like they should’ve evolved earlier to begin with
OH SHIT, WE GOT EVOLUTION ALREADY! I mean it’s only Tokomon, which ain’t that useful rn, but okay
Oh Devimon just gave Tokomon this angry-ex look oh my god
I wonder if Devimon’s plan was to like, bypass the need to use humans directly to evolve, instead using the data from humans to forcibly bring forth evolution
NeoDevimon isn’t as cool and sexy as vanilla Devimon, F
Honestly I’m kinda sad he evolve to begin with because Devimon was already super OP, like he didn’t evolve because he was losing, he evolve because his ex made him angry (although I mean I guess that is funny)
Oh WereGarurumon can just do the wing thing at will? Seems OP but okay
Ah, but I know Devimon isn’t dead yet... Saw the new Digimon Bandai shared on Twitter, the new Devimon form that is VERY SEXY
(IDK if this needs to be stated but I do say “sexy” here ironically)
OH, Dark Knightmon, you’re still alive? You gonna take lead from now on?
Ohohohohohoh let’s go, gimme that new Devimon
OH MAN, IT WASN’T THIS EPISODE? HE’S SHOWING UP IN THE NEXT EPISODE? Boo, now I gotta wait :(
So I saw some memes on Twitter (along with the art of the new Digi), them including Taichi dying, dark evolution, a clip from the Adventure dub finale where Agumon’s like “next time I’ll evolve into one of the Dark Masters” so like
NEXT EPISODE IS GONNA FUN, also I’m kinda unsure if I wanna watch the preview or not... Like I already know so much out-of-context so I’m afraid if the preview is gonna tell me even more to a point it gets too much, or if it should be fine...
No, I have no chill, Psi has been teasing Mugendramon to me this whole god damn time, I NEED TO KNOW IF WE GET MUGENDRAMON LIKE THE MEMES PROPHESIZED, I NEED TO KNOW
PREVIEW!
LMAO IT REALLY DOES JUST START WITH “TAICHI DIES” JKSDFHKJSDFGJSFDGHJ
OH MAN WE ARE GONNA GET MUGENDRAMON AREN’T WE
I’M SO EXCITED
ALSO DOWNDEVIMON OHOHOHHOHOHO
NEXT EPISODE IS GONNA BE GOOOD I can’t wait
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The main 10 cheering up a crying Scholar (Y/N) part 3
Here goes the last part finally... Here we have the last 2 boys: Tegan and Tyler! Like I said they had to be cut because tumblr was all like "YoUr PoSt Is ToO LoNg!" Thanks tumblr. As always.
Tegan
- you were feeling like shit lately and you just really needed to confide in someone so before you even noticed where your legs were taking you, you were already standing in front of Tegan's room
- it was really late at night so both of you were in your pyjamas already, though in Tegan's case he was most likely still playing video games
- "Is Tyler here?"
- "Oh uh. No, he's not here... yet."
- Going by Tegan's guilty face Tyler probably snuck out... again.
- Tegan is rambling a lot, he's probably really stressed out because he wasn't expecting you out of all people to come this late
- "A-anyway, when he comes back I'll tell him that you were looking for him so..."
- "Wait, no! I wanted to talk with you, I was just asking to know if we're alone. The both of us. Can I come in?"
- you see a faint smile on his face, is it relief? He's probably happy that you were looking for him instead of someone else
- when you come in you can see that he was in fact, playing a game
- "Oh, sorry. I'm probably a bother."
- "What?? No!"
- He shuts the TV off and makes some space on the couch so you can sit
- "I should be the one apologizing, it's such a mess here. If Karolina saw the state of our room she would kill both me and Tyler."
- his familiar quirkiness is making you feel at ease, but when you remember what you came here for it gets harder to speak
- Tegan attentively looks at you while you're trying to find your words
- turns out that no matter how you try to start, you can't go on. Everytime your throat gets tight and your mind goes blank
- "Y/N...? T-take your time, there's no rush... I'll wait. I can even pull an all-nighter while waiting, no big deal!"
- he's trying really hard to sound reassuring but knowing that he's literally ready to NOT get any sleep tonight just to listen to what you have to say makes the pressure even stronger
- You start crying and cover your face out of embarrassement
- Tegan.exe has stopped working
- "Woah! Uhhh... Y-Y/N?? I'm sorry! Is it me?? Is it because of the other day when I laughed so hard that I spilled cola on your uniform?! Is the stain not coming out? Please don't cry I'll buy you a new one!"
- This boi is a wreck
- It's like he's on an emotional roller-coaster without knowing what the ride is about
- "Noooo... it's not your fault... thank you for being there for meeee..."
- "O-okay! Good to know! But what can I do to help?"
- You keep on sniffling and bawling
- "Ummm... could I get a hug?"
- "Yes! Anything!"
- squeezes you in his arms tightly... maybe too tightly. Where's all of this strength in PE?
- You already knew that he was tall but now you can really tell that he's a tree
- once you stop crying it gets a little awkward
- Well, to be fair it's always a bit awkward with Tegan, but in a good way
- "Um. So. I was playing Mycraft, wanna play?"
- You end up sitting on his lap while he creates a new world in the game just for you
- "Here. Even if you never played Mycraft you probably heard things about it right?"
- "Yeah, they got an update recently right? With the bees and stuff."
- You guys spend a few hours building things turn by turn while taming different animals in game, like dogs, horses, parrots and whatnot
- in the end you explain the situation pretty calmly
- You can see Tegan tighten his grip on the controller whenever you get to the parts of the story that are unpleasant
- he doesn't say it but he's clearly angry about all the things that happened to you
- overall the evening/night is well spent building houses and getting jumpscared by creepers
- next morning you wake up on the couch and see that Tegan is sleeping in his bed while Tyler is trying his hardest to not make any sounds while walking in the room, which is impossible because of the mess
- "Ah Y/N, you're up! Haha so you had a good time with Tegan when I was gone huh? You bad children. Sooo scandalous, I'll go snitch to Lady A."
- You sit up on the couch in a hurry
- "W-what do you mean?"
- Tyler has got the most mischievous grin that you've ever seen
- "Get this: when I came back yesterday at 4am, you were sleeping in Tegan's arms while he was still playing Mycraft. He said that he didn't want to move around because you'll wake up, but honestly? It was probably because he was planning on sleeping with you on the couch if I didn't get ba-"
- A pillow flew towards Tyler's head from behind him
- looks like Tegan woke up
- "S-shut up! I-I wasn't... I mean... Ugghh! It's like when a cat falls asleep on your lap! You wouldn't want to wake it up, right? That's all it was."
- "Can't relate. I think you're spending too much time with your online furry friends."
- "I don't even *have* furry friends."
- "Yeah. Well, maybe because *you're* the furry friend."
- they have a short pillow fight while you're still trying to remember everything that happened yesterday, well, technically it was today but whatever
- You leave their room in a good mood while Tegan is already planning on hacking a few phones...
Tyler
- Noticed it the moment you didn't greet anyone in the morning
- Usually you start the day by saying hi to everyone but that day you went past them as swiftly as you could and made your way to your seat
- Tyler, of course didn't want to bring any attention to you since that's what you were trying to avoid in the first place
- he did his best to sneak out of his group of friends and came to your desk
- "Hey Y/N! Not feeling good today? Want to talk about it?"
- "...Not now, sorry."
- Great! He'll spend the whole day wondering what's wrong
- can't concentrate in class or in anything really, not even his art
- You always come to mind whenever he tries to do anything
- so he's being really adorable with you the whole day, and the following days
- Helps you carry your belongings, even if they're super light
- also carries your food tray at the cafeteria
- "You need more water? Wait! Wait, I'll get it."
- he even pulls out the best weapon against sadness
- wholesome memes.
- he sends them constantly when classes are over
- You end up calling him over because you can see how worried he is, and also because you trust him and need to talk to someone instead of staying alone all the time
- you can see that he read your message but he's not answering. Weird.
- a few seconds later someone is knocking at your door
- "Y/N!!! I'm here! What do you need??"
- You open the door and see that Tyler is out of breath and wearing a panda beauty mask, it's honestly kinda hilarious to see
- "Please don't laugh... I was just doing my skincare routine."
- "No I understand but... haha, you look like you got beat up from both sides. Doesn't really look like a panda."
- you guys sit down and have a casual talk
- Tyler manages to make you laugh a few times with some stories from before you came to Arlington, though it was mostly about him and Tegan screwing around
- then Tyler looks at the time
- "Oh! It's time to take it off! Observe the magic of my "beat up from both sides" mask!"
- His face is literally glowing, he looks like he has baby skin
- that's when you decide that it's time to tell him about your troubles
- When he had the mask on you didn't feel like the conversation could get serious because of how ridiculous it looked
- You start speaking really softly, so softly that Tyler most likely couldn't hear you properly so he got closer
- When your voice starts to break he puts his arm around your shoulders and rests his head on yours
- and when you start crying he takes one of your hands into his
- he's carefully rubbing your hand with his thumb while you continue speaking
- When you're done and you've calmed down he kisses you on your forehead and hugs you
- he didn't say anything while you were telling him about your problems but his way of comforting you was surprisingly really physical
- Tyler already knows that it's a personal matter and he can't help you directly but he's gonna do his best to be there when you need it and distract you from it
- When you guys call it a night and he goes back to his room you realize just how romantic that moment was
- You have second hand embarrassement while remembering how gentle and caring he was while you were literally bawling
- You keep on silently screeching and making weird sounds into your pillow while recalling everything
- You cringe so hard at some of the things you said and the way you cried was honestly worth of an actress in a drama
- 'Oh wow. Maybe Tyler's dad will hire me just to cry on screen in one of his movies...'
- a few days later when you feel a lot better Tyler admits something to you
- "Please, don't take it in a weird way but... I thought that you're really cute when you're crying."
- Um...?
- "Dude. Tyler. Do you even realize what you're saying?"
- "I know! I'm sorry! But I swear I don't mean it in a like- you know, creepy way or anything! I swear!"
- "How can this not be creepy?"
- "Uhh... Nevermind. Forget I said anything..."
- the both of you keep on having a good time while Tyler is secretly plotting a little revenge
#sweet elite#se#main 10#as promised here it is#it just took me like 4 months but no worries#y'all don't realize how hard it is to come up with completely different scenarios for 10 characters#to be fair though I always make everything too long#longer than it needs to be#and cringe warning like always!#just in case
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Rollerblading
(Bc I’m super lazy and cannot think of a title)
(We’re just gonna ignore the fact that this makes no sense in the context of any particular time period and we’re also gonna pretend that rollerblade existed before 1980)
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“Aim for the pole,” Remus shouted.
“I am aiming for the bloody pole, Remus,” Sirius snapped back.
He really was aiming for the pole, he just wasn’t sure if he was going to get there. Sirius typically wasn’t one to lose his balance, he was incredibly steady on his feet from years of being subjected to tedious posture and dance lessons by his mother. Which was why he’d quickly agreed when Remus asked him if he’d like him to teach him rollerblading. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Sirius was all for learning about Muggle inventions, they genuinely interested him and the fact that it royally pissed off his Mother was an added bonus. Besides, any excuse to spend more time with his Moony was a good one. How hard could it be?
Turns out learning to skate had been way harder than he’d expected it to be. He found that he wasn’t particularly fond of having the use of his feet inhibited by the skates, his walking function replaced with the unsteady roll of the wheels beneath him. He’d already fallen more times than he’d ever care to admit— especially not to James — and was seriously starting to regret refusing those protective pads Remus had offered him before they left.
“You sure you don’t want them?” Remus had asked.
“Positive.”
“It’s going to hurt when you fall,” Remus said with a sigh.
“Who said I’m going to fall?”
“Fine. If you fall.”
“I won’t.” Remus had given him a skeptical look. Clearly not convinced.
“Besides, if I do what’s a little bit of gravel going to do to me?”
A lot, Sirius thought bitterly. It’s going to do a lot. There were small indents littered across his palms from where tiny rocks and sticks had pressed into them from his falls. A long, thin scratch that curved up the side of his index finger still stung from where he’d dragged it across the ground.
He finally reached the pole, stretching his arms out to brace for the impact. Remus, who had skated ahead while he waited, was now making his way back towards Sirius. Lazily skating backwards and then turning sharply on the backs of his skates and braking in front of Sirius.
“Show off,” Sirius grumbled.
Remus grinned at him, chuckling slightly at the way his boyfriend was wrapped around the metal pole of the stop sign.
“What?” Sirius asked.
“Nothing.” Catching a glimpse at the look Sirius was giving him Remus held up his hands. “Really, it’s nothing. Well it’s just — you thought this would be easy didn’t you?”
“I did not.”
Remus grinned and bit his lip. “ Well if I remember correctly you said —“
“I said absolutely nothing of the sort,” Sirius said, cutting him off.
Taking a deep breath he pushed off from the stop sign, struggling to maintain his balance as he skated ahead.
Sirius turned slightly. “Well come on then,” he called behind him. “Wouldn’t want me to go too far ahead and get lost would you?”
Remus snorted. The trail was a straight shot to his house. The only way Sirius could get lost was if he tripped over a rock and slid down into one of the creeks that bordered the path.
Nonetheless he pushed off, catching up to Sirius in only a fraction of the time it had taken him to get to where he was.
Remus watched for a bit as Sirius rolled down the path, making quite an effort to avoid the occasional large rock or stick. He had been thrilled when Sirius agreed to come along, counting down the days until Sirius came over. Remus smiled at his boyfriend, sighing softly.
“What,” Sirius asked curiously. They’d come to another intersection and Sirius was now leaning against another sign post.
Remus shook his head. “Nothing, just happy that you’re here.”
The light changed to green and they started off again. Remus skated further up the trail, effortlessly controlling his movements.
“How do you do that?” Sirius asked.
Remus turned around. “Do what?”
Sirius rolled his eyes. Remus knew exactly what he was talking about, he just wanted Sirius to say he was good at what he was doing.
“Skate like that.”
“Like what?” Remus countered, snickering.
“Ha-ha, wise guy. You know what I mean.”
Remus spun quickly on his heel, causing Sirius to suck in a breath. He was starting to understand the anxiety Remus got whenever he and James did a particularly dangerous stunt on the quidditch pitch.
“I dunno. I guess I’ve just been doing it so long that it’s natural?”
Remus weaved around Sirius, skating forward and backwards in a small circle around him.
Sirius nodded, instantly regretting the movement a moment later when his center of gravity dipped and his balance was thrown off. Remus caught him by the elbow, hoisting him up to his feet before he could fall.
“That makes sense,” Sirius said once he was stable again. “Kinda like me and flying.”
“Yeah except rollerblades didn’t start out as cleaning objects.”
Sirius groaned. “Give it a rest, Remus. Brooms aren’t that bad.”
Remus shrugged, digging his heel into the ground as they came up to another corner.
“I’m just saying you shouldn’t be flying on things that are supposed to clean your kitchen.”
“I won’t dignify that with an answer,” Sirius replied.
“You don’t have to. Here, take my hand.”
Sirius slipped his hand into Remus’ and gave his boyfriend a quizzical look. “What are you doing.”
“Taking you for a ride,” Remus answered, peaking around the corner for oncoming traffic. He turned back to Sirius who was waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Remus smacked his shoulder. “Merlin, Sirius! What’s wrong with you?”
Sirius laughed, “A lot of things.”
Remus rolled his eyes before tugging Sirius forward and across the street. Sirius death-grilling his hand as he tugged him along.
“Christ Remus, slow down.”
Remus ignored him. “Think of it like walking.”
“This,” Sirius said, each syllable strained with tension. “Is nothing like walking.”
“Sure it is,” Remus laughed. “You just use your legs to push you forward.”
“Remus,” Sirius said calmly. “You’re an idiot.”
“Noted. Now I’m going let go—“
“What?! Remus we’re going way too fast. You can’t just let me go!”
“I can and will. Releasing in five…”
“Remus no.”
“Four…”
“I mean it I’m going to hurt you.”
“Three…”
“Remus, I’m Sirius —“
“Of course you are.”
“That isn’t funny.”
“You always seem to think it’s hilarious. Two…”
“Please don’t,” Sirius said tightening his grip.
“And one.”
Remus let go of Sirius’ hand, twisting his own so that he could get away.
Meanwhile Sirius was struggling to not fall on his face. Mentally trying to conjure up what Remus had been telling him during this joy ride of doom.
“Fuck, ok, fuck. What did Remus say? Just alternate pushing, left, right, left, right. Just like walking. Just. Like. Walking.”
Taking deep breaths Sirius slowly pushed his left leg out to the side. Drawing it back in and then repeating the same motion with the opposite leg.
“I’m doing it! Holy shit I’m actually doing it! REMUS.”
Remus spun around again, laughing joyfully when he saw Sirius awkwardly skating towards him.
For a moment Sirius understood why Remus enjoyed this insane sport. The feeling of the breeze as it slipped through your fingers and the warm summer sun streaking across your face. For a moment everything was perfect until —
“Sirius watch out for that—“
He didn’t hear the rest of the sentence. He didn’t really need to, either. Sirius could probably guess it ended with “rock” or “stick” or “large object that will cause you to end up flat on your back.”
Sirius closed his eyes and groaned. He made a mental note to never go rollerblading with Remus ever again.
The sun disappeared from his face and Sirius opened his eyes and looked up. Remus was looming over him, blocking the sun and wearing a shit eating grin on his face.
“Need a hand?”
“Yes you arse.”
Still grinning, Remus crouched down, gripping Sirius by the waist and pulling him back to his feet.
“What are you chuckling about?” Sirius grumbled irritably, dusting off bits of gravel and dirt.
“This is payback for that tunnel of love ride.”
Sirius shoved Remus away from him, glaring. “You’re still on about that? That was months ago Moony. Give it a rest.”
“Never,” Remus said, picking a twig out of Sirius’ hair.
“For the record, you did really well for your first time.”
“Uh huh,” Sirius said, he didn’t believe that for a second.
“No really, you did.” Remus said earnestly.
When Sirius went on ignoring him, Remus rolled his eyes and dragged his boyfriend closer to him, pressing their lips together. Sirius melted into the kiss, his hands finding their way into Remus hair. Twisting into the tawny brown curls.
From somewhere to the side of them, they heard someone whistle as they passed by. They broke apart, Remus smiling down at Sirius.
“I’m sorry for laughing.”
Sirius leaned further into Remus, resting his cheek against his chest. “‘Sokay.”
Remus looked up at the sky. “We’d better get going. It’ll be dark soon.”
Sirius nodded in agreement. He hadn’t dressed for colder weather.
“Wanna come rollerblading with me again tomorrow?”
Sirius looked up at Remus, scowling. “Are you out of your mind? I won’t be able to walk for the next week and you’re asking me—“
Sirius stopped mid-sentence, Remus was giving him a pleading look. Sirius sighed.
“Alright, yes. Fine. I’ll go.”
The smile that Remus gave him in return was worth it. The sun bathing his skin in a warm glow, making him take on an almost golden hue.
“But only if you kiss me first.”
Remus’ smile widened. “Done.”
This is totally worth it, Sirius found himself thinking. Then, Remus leaned down and kissed him and the whole world faded into shades of gold.
#remus lupin#sirius black#wolfstar fluff#wolfstar fanfiction#marauders era au#marauders#harry potter fanfic#marauders era fanfiction#rollerblading#incorrect time periods#rollerblades didnt exist but oh well#i went rollerblading today and fell on my ass#this fic is totally not based on those events#remus x sirius#remus lupin x sirius black#its 3am im dying#i think im good on tags#this has been my contribution to fandom today#have fun children
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i'm really enjoying reading your headcanons so far ^^ so if its not too much trouble would you mind writing headcanons for the bois and an mc going into labor while their at work or something? ( i imagine minor and eli would probably have to physically hold gavin back from bursting into the emergency room XD)
Victor:
He had dropped you off at work, with strict instructions for your staff to call him if anything happens.
Now when he said that he expected just a call if you got too emotional and needed a phone call to calm you down (for some reason you had started to get severe separation anxiety from him as the due date drew closer).
What he did not expect was halfway through a meeting with the LFG shareholders, Goldman burst into the room breathless and just yelled, “Sir, she’s gone into labour!”
Victor felt his mind freeze, his brain just stopped functioning, he stood up abruptly, and said, “We’ll have to postpone the meeting from here.” before leaving, striding purposefully out of the room back to his office, where he grabbed his coat and left, Goldman already cancelling the rest of his meetings and appointments for the day.
Spent the whole drive to the hospital gripping the steering wheel with a vice-like grip, knuckles white with tension.
When he got there, he had to wait outside, and you had already gone into labour.
Spent the hours, extremely restless, pacing back and forth, sitting down then standing up, if your colleagues weren’t as nervous as him, they would’ve found it hilarious.
When the doctor came out to say you were okay, Victor didn’t even wait to hear whether it was a boy or a girl, he pushed past the doctor into the room, hellbent of seeing his wife.
When he saw you, sweating from exertion and physically drained he was floored, he approached you carefully, before leaning over to place a soft kiss on your forehead, smiling down at you
“Dummy, you scared me half to death.” he scolded, but his tone was so affectionate and soft.
“Sorry, Victor, she just couldn’t wait to meet us.” you said tiredly.
“She?”
“Yeah,” you smiled as the nurses reappeared with your baby in their arms, having just come back from cleaning her, “Our baby girl.”
“Would you like to hold her, Sir?” the nurse asked, and Victor nodded slowly.
He sat down on the edge of the bed next to you, and the nurses placed the bundle carefully into his arms, the baby blinked up her eyes and Victor, then started to cry. He shushed her, rocking her gently in his arms til she settled and just stared up at him.
“Hello.” he breathed, “I’m glad to finally meet you.”
Lucien:
To be honest, Lucien missed the birth.
He was swamped in research recently and when he gets in the zone, he kinda forgets his surroundings, so when the call comes in that you’ve gone into labour, he didn’t hear when the phone rang as it wasn’t on his person, so all your phone calls went straight to voicmail.
You can’t blame him (it’s a rule, you can’t have your phone in a lab, I would know I have two labs a week), so when his experiment was finally over and he had tidied everything up, that’s when he checked his phone.
And saw you had left 6 voicemails, he listened to every one as he made his way to his car, his nerves increasing, as he heard your breathing become more laboured over the phone, as you relayed to him, “We’re in Loveland hospital, we’ll be waiting for you so be safe, love you.”.
At a red light he put his head against the steering wheel and sighed audibly, you were in immense pain right now, and you were still thinking of him. Smiling tightly, he straightens and tapped the steering wheel impatiently as he waited for the light to change.
When he arrived at the hospital, he was very much calm on the outside but frayed nerves on the inside. Especially when the nurses told him that the both the baby and the mother were safe, he had missed the birth, his heart sank.
Hesitated outside the ward room for a few minutes, wondering whether to go in or not, when the door slid open and Anna smiled up at him before saying over her shoulder, “On second thoughts Boss, I’m heading back to the office, your husband’s here to look after you now.”. Anna breezed past him, offering a happy congratulations to him and Lucien watched her leave, before collecting his wits and stepping into the hospital room.
You lay on the bed, completely drained, rosy cheeks, and you beamed tiredly up at him from where you lay, holding out a hand towards him.
Lucien walked towards you, taking your hand in both of his and kissing your knuckles firmly, “Listen Y/N I’m-”
“Don’t worry Lucien, you’re here now and that’s all that matters, plus your daughter’s been waiting to meet you.”
Lucien pressed a light kiss on your lips before moving to the crib at the side of the room, he looked at your quizzically, and you nodded slightly, Lucien then carefully picked up the baby and watched her in wonder, as she opened her eyes at him, and he choked back a gasp seeing she had his eyes, his mind bringing back the memory of the two of you in the kitchen.
You laughed lightly, breaking his spell, and he looked over at you, “She has your eyes.” you smiled lovingly at him and Lucien placed the baby back in the crib and stroked her cheek lightly, saying quietly before moving back to hug you tightly,
“Hello little butterfly welcome to the world.”
Kiro:
Kiro was filming all day today, but you know he wouldn’t let you be further than 10 metres from him, took him so long to convince Savin to take you with him (read: Savin realising that Kiro wasn’t going to give up on this, decided it wasn’t worth the trouble to argue with him and agreed.)
Kiro spent all the time he wasn’t on camera, fussing over you, making sure you were comfortable and well looked after by the staff whilst he was gone. The Behind the Scenes footage of Kiro the doting husband is going to give his fans a heart attack, the staff joked to you.
Then you were just waiting for Kiro, standing on the side of the set when a sharp pain shot through your abdomen. You clutched your stomach, and the staff around you, knowing the circumstances immediately led you to sit down on a sofa, the commotion caught the attention of Kiro, he ran off camera to your side immediately.
“Miss Chips what’s wrong!”
“I think- I-I think my water broke.”
Kiro.exe has stopped working. The baby was coming, he was so shell shocked that Savin had to place his hand on his shoulder and tell hi that the ambulance was on its way and he needed to breathe, “Right now Y/N needs you to be calm, so calm down.” and Savin walked outside to be able to direct the ambulance to you.
Kiro obviously rides in the ambulance with you, his hand is tightly clasped in yours but neither of you knew who was gripping harder, both of your nerves were shot right now.
Kiro wasn’t allowed to be in the delivery room, no matter how much he argued with the doctor, because he was way too stressed, and his stress was causing you to stress over his stress, “She needs to remain calm during this time, so you’re welcome to pop your head in a bit, but please remain outside.”
Kiro foot bounced restlessly, and Savin tried to distract him by reading him the well wishes of fans, (Savin had announced on social media that you had gone in labour, while Kiro argued with the doctor), but Kiro was only half listening.
Kiro actually had to walk all over the hospital three times just to work off all his nervous energy, this did help distract him, as he made an imprompto visit to the children’s ward and sang a little bit for the children.
When the nurses finally announced that you and the babies were safe Kiro literally jumped up, his eyes lighting up, he thanked the doctor profusely and rushed into the room, barrelling past the nurses holding his children to cradle your face in his hand and press a flurry of kisses all over your face, causing you to giggle weakly.
“My amazing Miss Chips, thank you!”
“Don’t think you should at least meet your children before you say that.” you laughed breathlessly.
Kiro turned to watched the two nurses holding two bundles (one pink and one blue) and both of them showed expressions of amusement. He blushed and smiled sheepishly, before settling onto the bed next to you pressing a final kiss to your cheek as you were given the pink bundle and he was given the blue bundle.
He beamed, brighter than the sun, as he watched raptly as the two babies, his two babies, his twin babies, squirmed in their blankets, blinked their eyes and looking around at the brand-new world they were now in.
“Miss Chips, you gave me one of each, you amazing woman.” he laughed loudly kissing you soundly on the lips, as you held the twins in each of your arms.
Gavin:
Gavin flat out refuse to go on any missions as soon as you hit the third trimester, he told the Loveland Police and the chief of STF “I don’t care if the city is on fire, nothing is taking me away from my wife, until our baby is born.”
So, he was on desk duty and simple patrol cases, as you knew he was getting restless, but your heart swelled at the fact he was doing this so you wouldn’t be worried about him.
You were at the office, but you weren’t doing any work, Gavin just didn’t want you to be alone whilst he was at work so he left you in the office where you would be looked after by your colleagues.
You had felt slight discomfort all day, but you shrugged it off, until when Minor and Willow was watching over you during your lunch break, you felt a sharp pain and a wetness around your stomach area.
“Minor call Gavin now!” You said sharply, “Willow call the ambulance, I’m going into labour.”
Willow nodded and whilst she was on the phone with the ambulance she bustled around the room, grabbing your bag and things and placing them next to you. Minor however looked like he was going to have a breakdown, as he tried to calmly tell Gavin “Listen Gavin, bro, Y/N’s going into labour.” you felt bad for Minor as he winced at whatever Gavin was yelling into the receiver.
Minor rode with you in the ambulance, and he was ten times more nervous than you, probably because if you got hurt in any way Gavin would kill him.
Minor waited outside as you were in the delivery room and he watched Gavin and Eli stride into the hospital corridor, Gavin’s hair a mess from him raking his hands through it multiple times. He immediately found a doctor who had just popped out of the room, and demanded to know how you were, the open door allowed him to hear a scream of pain from you.
Gavin had to be held back by both Eli and Minor, both of them had to calm him down and he all but collapsed into the waiting chair outside the room and buried his hands in his hands cursing under his breath.
He couldn’t lose you. He couldn’t. You were his light, his family. His home.
When the doctor finally came back out once again and said you were ready for visitors, Gavin wasted no time in entering the room.
You lay there, eyes closed, and Gavin’s blood ran cold, thinking the worst, he walked up to you and you opened your eyes the watch him. He blinked, tears spilling from his eyes and he smiled before shakingly leaning down and kissing you lightly on the lips, lingering to hear you breathe, just to know you were okay, that you were alive and were still with him.
He helped you sit up a bit and watched as the nurse came back in with a blue bundle, he reached out, and you huffed a laugh at his enthusiasm.
Gavin cradled the baby boy in his arms, making sure you could still clearly see him, the boy opened his eyes and started to cry a little at the new lighting but after Gavin bounced him lightly, he calmed down.
“Thank you love, he’s perfect.” Gavin said leaning his head against yours and his eyes softening at the precious bundle in his arms.
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Strangers in the Bar III
Part I | Part II
Alex Turner x OC (I guess??)
Description: Two lonely people observe each other in a bar. It leads to something nice.
Word count: 3,297
Warning: swearing, alcohol consumption, smoking, non-explicit mentions of sex, physical harassment.
A/N: I hope you enjoy the last bit for this. Please, let me know what you think about it. Thank you for reading, it means the world to me!
The sky was deep blue as I walked out of the bar and looked around for a spot to inhale some nicotine. I was kinda worried and a little embarrassed of rushing away from the Dancing Dude. Sweetie, you have to accept you are stupid, I told myself while I lit my cigarette and took a long drag, exhaling thick smoke into the breezy air. It was difficult to process what happened inside a couple of minutes ago, but I tried my best taking drag after drag. It's weird though, his disappearance. I did not expect that. But I shall be silent, because it's also me who ran away from a cocktail and a proper introduction.
Few stars were already present, shining discreetly on the velvet background of the spring LA sky. I enjoyed the view immensely, I was always fascinated by space and everything about it. Being so complicated and far, I always found space interesting enough to spend much of my free time researching information and staring at the sky. Nothing particularly changed since middle school.
Suddenly my stream of consciousness was interrupted by a familiar voice and my heart skipped a beat. The Dancing Dude was walking towards me across the road, sly smile oh his lips. "Waiting for me, eh?" - he asked, when he reached me. "I was just staring at the sky and smoking, don't take too much on yourself" - I said, taking out another cigarette out of the pack and searching for a lighter in a small bag of mine. He couldn't manage to watch me struggling to find a lighter and offered his, that I had to accept, because the bag was both ridiculously small and really big to fit a handful of stuff inside. I smiled to myself a little and looked at him. He was busy lighting his own cig and running his fingers through his half-wet, half-gelled hair. He looked so mysterious to me, everything I wanted in that moment was to get into his head. And he smelled great.
-We seemed to have quite a nice time there, why did you rush away? - he was looking me straight in the eyes, his hand on his waist, a cloud of smoke twisting behind his left ear.
-Oh… Sorry about that, I felt a little dizzy. Didn't want to ruin your bomb look with my puke. - I did not expect him bringing it up and I had to come up with a simple lie to cover up my growing anxiety. He took another drag from his cigarette, exhaling smoke to his left so it won't get into my face.
-How are you feeling now? Is everything okay? - he touched my shoulder to get my full attention. - Yeah, don't worry, I am totally fine - I shrugged and took my last drag. He seemed a little bit spaced out, standing in front of me smoking. I found him smoking pretty sexy combined with his hair and overall rockstar vibe.
He finished his cigarette and turned to me - Wanna get outta 'ere?
- Sure. Any ideas?
-Not really, but I think it'd be nice to get some fresh air, eh?
The night was still young when we paid the bill and got out of the bar. He grabbed my hand and routed to the sound of waves crashing at the beach. His palm was warm and dry, while mine was cold and it was an immense pleasure for me to warm myself up a little. I was watching him slightly while we were walking in silence. His most distinctive feature was his nose: big and straight, the tip teeny tiny bit crooked down. His big warm eyes didn't suit his demeanor at all, but I suppose, he's a lot more than he wants people to see.
Suddenly I realized I didn't even know his name. We never got to introduce ourselves. Dumbasses, nothing more to say. I sighed a little and grabbed his hand a little tighter to catch his attention.
-Hey, what's your name? - I asked him, pulling his hand a little more to make him turn to me. He stopped and for a second I thought he was surprised? Am I supposed to know who he was? Oh my god…
-You can call me Alexander, Al for short. Alexander is my official name and you know, my mom used to call me like that while whooping my ass. - he smiled softly, - And what is your name, love?
Instead of just telling him my name I decided to show off a little bit. I let go of his hand and fished one of my business cards out of my purse. Before giving it to him I made sure it wasn't anything else, since my purse (of any size) is always a dump.
-I'm impressed! - he chuckled as he examined the card carefully. - Well, that will do for now, miss, but I am interested to know more. - he pushed me to the side playfully with his hip and I smiled at him.
-Anything for you, Mr Alexander.
-Anything? How about some stargazing on the beach then? A little bit of oversharing probably? - he let out a small chuckle.
He surprised me once again and I realized we were right across the road from the beach. I didn't pay attention to the route we took because I spaced out watching Al. Wow, girl, you need to concentrate. Alcohol is not helping though, it always makes me dizzy and starry-eyed when it comes down to a charismatic stranger. The breeze was pleasantly cool, so I let my hair down out of the light knot I rocked in a crowded pub. It was a blessing and Alex graciously admired me tossing hair to give it a little bit of shape.
-Stop teasing me, baby, you look gorgeous. - he told me, placing his hand on the middle part of my back. I shivered to his touch, still not used to it.
-That was not my intention, but glad you like it. - I smiled slightly, reaching to touch his own hair. It was not as slick as it was when we met, but those little strands framed his face so beautifully I couldn't take my eyes off him. He winked at me and turned to watch the waves hit the shore. The sound was ASMRish and I felt a lot less tense. I almost lost myself to the breeze and calm noise the water made, Al's hand still on my back. I closed my eyes. It felt so right, there's no other place I'd rather be today.
-Whatcha thinking about, babe? - Al asked, as we were sitting on the pavement and watching the sky and the ocean collide in the dark.
-Nothing in particular, really. The vibe is quite melancholic, I should say. Maybe the whole LA thing has something to do with it.
-Elaborate.
-Well, I feel a lot more lonely here than anywhere else. Like I am heartbroken for whatever reason and, like in a movie, I am watching myself almost from the side, as if I am not quite myself anymore. Does it make any sense?
-It does, yeah. LA is a cruel place, you see, love. It's not easy here, probably, anywhere is easier than here. This feeling of loneliness and distortion never left me since I moved here a couple of years ago.
-Oh, from where?
-Small town on the other side of the planet. Doesn't matter, really, I am living here now.
-It hasn't grown on you yet, as I can see.
-Not really, yeah, but you get used to it eventually. I wrote some great songs here, though…
-You're a songwriter?
-Yeah, a musician, a singer, something like that. Does it matter?
-Yeah! I don't know, I wouldn't be happy to go stargazing with a drug dealer - I chuckled and hit him lightly on the shoulder.
-There are a lot of drug dealers here, love, you can't even imagine… - he smiled at me and placed his hand on mine. His presence in such proximity was both overwhelming and disturbing. I didn't know what to think and tried to relax again, but failed miserably, listening to my own heartbeat go crazy and feeling my intestines twirl unpleasantly.
It took us a while to stop stargazing, but as the time flew fast we agreed on having something to eat. Dancing was rad and we were tired, so a bit of fuel wouldn't hurt. We got up and Al took my hand in his as we walked down the cobbled path to the road to call a taxi.
- I know a nice place not far from my house. They serve delicious tacos there. You like tacos? - he asked me.
-Oh, I've never tried them, although I really enjoy a nice home made guacamole. - I laughed a bit.
- Pardon me, how long have you been here for?
- Two weeks, I guess?
- And you never managed to get yourself some tacos? Oh my, you're a disaster! - he threw his other hand in the air in a dramatic gesture. I laughed, he was pretty cute doing all the theatrical stuff both on the dance floor and now. Still, although his gestures felt natural and genuine, I couldn't stop worrying for no apparent reason.
Al's Uber appeared soon enough to interrupt his subtle efforts to kiss me and I was glad he did not succeed. I couldn't pinpoint what exactly was wrong, but it was. I enjoyed Alexander's company though. He was not the nicest man out there, but he was hilarious in his own way and I happened to appreciate that.
Our taxi ride was mostly silent, as I was staring out of the window all the time, not paying much attention to a man sitting beside me or his hand sliding up and down my thigh quite erotically. This whole LA aesthetics with neon signs, blue and orange street lights and wide streets somehow crippled to the back of my mind. I wasn't sure if I ever could forget this city, a real living organism, merciless and unforgiving. I felt small and weak in that car, in Los Angeles. I was out of the place, spacing out each time I had an opportunity to. Quite an unpleasant situation, to be honest. Alexander did not make it any better. He was all right, but I was on the verge of a panic attack near him, which was totally surprising, since dancing with him was an amazing experience. Perhaps, it is not always a good idea to get to know a person you've danced in a bar with. He can turn out to be something completely different from what you've expected.
I was fascinated by everything in that particular moment during the drive, alcohol in my blood made me feel like yet again I was in a movie about my life instead of reality and I gave up to this feeling. I turned to watch Al. He looked alien to those surroundings, like he was inserted by someone in Photoshop. Still, he was very handsome and I took my time to admire him in the neon light passing by quite often. He side-eyed me and smiled softly when he realized he was being watched.
-Is there summat on me face, love? - he asked me, smiling and stroking my hair.
-No, I was just admiring your beauty, mystery man. I will continue, if you don't mind.
-Whatever pleases you, baby girl - he responded and turned to the window on my right, so I could see his face a little better. I smiled at myself, my heart was racing uncontrollably and it was way too hot in the car. Again, his proximity was too much to handle, being both exciting and worrying.
Finally, we arrived to the destination point, the taqueria Al liked so much. It was a nice neighbourhood, as I managed to notice during the ride, and several men were standing outside the 24/7 coffee shop next to the taqueria, laughing loudly. It took me a while to get out of the car, because my door was blocked and I had to wait until Al comes out to follow him. He graciously helped me out and I couldn't help but admit he was a gentleman. We decided to have a smoke before food, Al started talking about his musical aspirations. I didn't listen to him attentively, because I was watching him talk. He had a very expressive face and I loved that about him, really. Still, I didn't trust him at all, he was way too much to be sincere. We finished our cigarettes and headed to the cafe, as one of the guys coming out there in front of us, stopped in his tracks and went "Wooo, girl, you are one sexy lady! Dump this skinny ass of a dude and come with me". I looked him dead in the eye and told him to go fuck himself. He proceeded to give me a mean smile, while he was moving towards me out of the cafe. Alexander stood behind me, his hand in my waist, but he had to let go as I started going inside. Then, the dude slapped me on the ass, real hard. At the sound of a slap Al turned and grabbed him by the collar. I didn't see his face, but his back was tense enough to understand what's going on.
-Oh, fuck off, you piece of shit! - I cried in anger, turning to slap the bitch, but he was too far from me to reach. - Al, let him go. - He still looked enraged when the dude was strolling down the street, turning at us several times and giving us the finger. Al did the same and we finally got inside.
-Wanker.
-What? - I laughed. - Don't be angry, man, let's eat our troubles away.
-Fine, but what the fuck just happened… - he brushed his hair with his fingers. - What shall we eat? - he asked, looking at me with a mixed expression.
-Whatever, you choose. You see, I haven't tried tacos, I have no opinion on the topic… - I smirked at him and went to a small table by the wall to sit down.
Al went to the counter and asked the guy for beef tacos, salsa, guacamole with chips and some french fries. He looked at me questioningly and I just nodded in approval. In 10 minutes our food was ready and I was excited to eat because I suddenly felt exhausted.
-Try it.
-As your Highness commands. - I said and bit the taco Al offered me. - Mm, delicious!
-Told you, they are amazing. You shouldn't be such a prude, by the way. I bet, these tacos are the best thing that happened to you today - he smirked and put the whole taco in his mouth.
-Ew, gross. Haven't your mother taught you some manners, Alexander? - I teased him as he was chewing.
-Fuck right off, okay?
-Suck a bag of giant black cocks - I responded with a shit-eating grin.
-Sounds like a tongue-twister - Al looked at me and smiled.
-I was always good with them at school, you know. I speak 3 languages. My tongue does miracles.
-Oh really? Care to demonstrate?
I smiled mysteriously at Al. I had no intention to show my skills right off, if you know what I mean. Not that I was comfortable with him to go past second base today, but teasing is not illegal. Plus, I enjoyed flirting with him.
We finished our food and realized we didn't order any beverages to sustain the water balance, so Al went to the counter once again and bought us two cans of soda. It was refreshing enough to pull me out of the chair.
-So, what shall we do next?
-My place, maybe? I can play you some of my songs.
-Sounds nice, but I don't think it's appropriate. - I told him as we were leaving the taqueria and walking down the street.
-I insist. - I looked at him and our eyes met. He looked intimidating, in a semi-sexy way. I was confused, my mind paced from one stupid decision to another. - There's no limit to the length of the dickheads we can be. - he stated as he walked past me.
-Is it far?
-No, come 'ere. - He took my hand in his and looked at me. His other hand was at the back of my neck as he reached out to me and kissed without warning. He tasted like soda and cigarettes and smelled so good I lost myself a bit. Wowza woo. Oh, how the tables have turned. Al grabbed my hair and pulled a bit to break the kiss. I blinked a couple of times to gather myself.
-Shall we go a bit faster?
It really wasn't far from the taqueria, so in around 10 minutes Al was already opening the front door of his house for me. The walk happened to be not interesting, since we were waggling our tongues in each other's mouths most of the time. I liked it, but it still didn't feel safe at all. That probably was the main trigger for my absolute failure in keeping my arousal to myself. You go, girl! Keep it up! Anyway, I was inside his house already, I suppose I have to finish what I'd started, right?
-You okay, darling? - he asked, touching my shoulder softly.
-Yeah, sure… You promised to play me some of your songs earlier, where shall we do that? - I ruffled my hair nervously as I replied and looked at him. He noticed I wasn't quite fine, but didn't say a word about it. Weird?
-Oh, change of plans.- he took both my hands in his and pulled me closer. - I think we should have some fun first. - he added and went full on me, kissing hard and grabbing my ass painfully. I squeaked a little, but he didn't pay attention to it at all. He kept pulling me closer and closer, as he kept pushing us towards something behind my back, which I couldn't see. I wasn't afraid, I was curious how everything will turn out. I was nervous. He was all over me, I couldn't escape his embrace, even if I was physically able to. He held me tight, biting my neck, tracing wet lines between my ears, lips and collarbones. And then I lost it.
He was too much and not enough. Mysterious, unexpected… Dangerous. His teasing was a heavenly torture. I forgot myself. He was cruel, angry, violent even. My senses were overloaded by him doing what he had in that twisted mind of his. Nasty shit, kinky, gross and overly expressive, explosive. He moved like a predator, he watched me die in his arms time after time, he never let me breathe deep enough to form a coherent thought. I grasped for air, panted, cried and screamed with him. Dirty. Ugly. Cosmic. Pure.
I slowly opened my eyes. The sun was way too bright for my liking, shining through a huge wall window. The sky was pinkish orange, with a slight silhouette of the moon still visible, marking it was early morning outside. It was inexplicably hard to gather the thoughts. Was it even necessary at this point? I guess not. I blinked several times to brush away the sleepiness. Suddenly, a soft voice somewhere behind me asked:
-Is it everything you've come to expect, baby girl?
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Boyfriend!Hyunjin
A/N: SHE PROTECC
SHE ATTACC
BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY
SHE BACC
HI GUYS!!! I’m so happy to be posting again i cry :,) i hope you enjoy!!!! i;ll be updating as much as i can without rushing too much :D
MASTERLIST
Prepare your wigs peeps
This is gonna make me swerve
I mean
cmon it’s Hyunjin
Let’s do this!
Prince Hyunjin
Is actually smooth af with his crush
He'll complement you whenever he gets the chance
Or gives you food
Basically your knight in shining armor
Ye, that’s not what actually happens
He's smiling like an idiot and about collapse when he’s with you because HE'S FREAKING OUT OK
So freaking nervous his heartbeat is always up when he’s with you
You sometimes think he’s about to have a heart attack and you’re not stupid you know why lmao
Same for when he confesses
At first he’s pretty calm about it
Just casually asked if you wanted to see a movie with him some time
“Like... a-as more than friends?”
You'd kinda expected it so you weren't too shocked when he asked you
So you said yes
Duh
And he does a double take
"Wait.... Are you serious? You want to?"
"Well yeah?"
"WHAT WHY"
Was good with flirting but didn't actually think you'd go out with him smh
Now every minute he just contemplates the fact that he has you
And he still can't believe it
Like shit dude
He’s with the y/n
You never feel unloved when you're with him
He loves going for long walks, just to talk and relax
Why does it sound like he's a dog here lmao
Will always take as many pictures of you as his phone storage will allow, his camera roll is stuffed with pics of you
Will insist on going to the park for a picnic, he just loves you and the sunshine
He loves to quietly slide your hand into his
But he always ends up giggling because he’s so giddy about being with you
Has to take a moment to charge up his courage before giving you a quick kiss on the cheek
He then goes an unreal shade of scarlet as he covers his face, muttering that he ‘can’t believe that he actually did it’!
It takes him a while to finally gather up the courage to properly kiss you
Like.... a very long time
You were starting to get worried that he didn’t actually like you
Maybe he was just too nervous to tell you that it wasn’t working for him
buT NOPE
On one certain date, Hyunjin had prepared a cute little dinner on the practice room floor
He was so apologetic about the poor setting, but finally had stopped saying sorry when you’d told him for the 2376129th time that you were having fun
At some point, he just went uber silent, watching you not in a creepy way
You eventually noticed, and just stared back
“What?”
He didn’t say anything, but his eyes did widen a wee bit
“What are you lookin at, you’re sorta scaring m-”
He cut you off and just kissed you
BOI YOU WERE SO SHOCKED
Afterwards you both just stared at each other
And then Hyunjin goes all red
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to do that I’m sorry that was stupid you can slap me if you want!!!!”
“Bruh why would I want to slap you?!”
“You don’t hate me?”
facepalms for days
You meet the other boys only a few minutes later
Go figure
You’re talking casually, the embarrassment from the kiss wearing off
They all come stampeding into the practice room making an ungodly racket
And all go quiet when they realize what they’ve done
Changbin, bless him, tries to reduce the awful level of awkwardness: “*cough* uh hey, Hyunjin.... This must be y/n right?” He waves at you. “We’ve heard a lot about you, Hyunjin never stops talking about you”
He misses the death glare Hyunjin shoots him
Then Jisung
Freakin Jisung, man
Waltzes up: “Hyunjin’s cheeks are really pink”. He gives a cheeky smile. “You didn’t kiss did you?”
The room goes as quiet as a tomb
“OH SHIT YOU DIDN’T ACTUALLY KISS DID YOU????”
Of course Hyunjin completely loses his shit at the sight of you turning a deep red. “GODDAMMIT JISUNG STFU”
Ye your first meeting with SKZ wasn’t the best
But you all bonded rather quickly after
And Jisung buys you little snacks sometimes as an apology for your first awkward meeting
OH GOD THE BOYS ADORE YOU
If you’re ever sick, they always get snacks for Hyunjin to give you
And if you’re really under the weather, they’ll cover for Hyunjin so that he can stay with you and take care of you.
He wraps you in blankets
YOU ARE NOW A BURRITO
And tries to make soup for you
We know what cooking!Hyunjin leads to
You’re chilling on the couch and you suddenly hear a high-pitched scream
You’re up and sprinting to the kitchen at the speed of light still wrapped in a burrito
To find him fanning at a smoking pot
“WHAT THE FUCK HYUNJIN YOU JUST NEED TO HEAT IT UP HOW DID YOU START A MINI FIRE?”
You’re home doesn’t burn down thank goodness
And you end up heating some soup for yourself while Hyunjin watches
And it’s! hilarious! when he’s sick!
He becomes a little ten-year-old istg
But in a really cute way
He doesn’t ask for anything: food, to watch TV etc
Nah he just wants cuddles
The whole damn day
So while you’re struggling to keep a mask on and not getting sneezed on, this idiot is smiling like a puppy if puppies could smile, clinging onto you like a love-filled leach did that sound weird? i think that sounded really weird
i want this tattooed on my face thx
Now idk what this dude is afraid of
Something tells me one big fear would be to lose Stray Kids and the people he loves
And so I think he’d get kinda nervous when you both see less of each other and when he gets busier
You can’t talk as much because of his crazy schedule and with lack of sleep, he starts getting more irritated easier during the little intervals of time you get to see each other
At some point he might snap at you, maybe for no reason at all, and you’ll snap back indignantly
Yeah you love him but you’re not taking any attitude
If things get really bad, he just shakes his head, saying he needs some air
You’ll both give yourselves some space, but eventually Hyunjin becomes terrified that you’re too angry with him to talk again
So he goes to find you and talk
You both hug it out and decide to spent the rest of the day together for more quality time
And it’s totally worth Hyunjin getting an earful from Chan the next day
OK back to fluff quickly quickly
On the days Hyunjin goes somewhere, you sometimes join him in the car ride, tho you’re always super careful to never show your face when he gets out
Gotta stay hidden yknow?
You’ll both send cute little texts throughout the day and OOF just couple goals
You: hey check this out, this is me 2 u *sends heart meme*
Jiiniie<3: oh yeah? well this is me @ u! *sends heart meme with more hearts*
You: boi dont start smth u cant win!
And thus begins the heart meme wars
r they even called heart memes idk
i want this tattooed on my face pt2
We’ve already established that Hyunjin can’t cook for love or money
So if he even steps foot in the dorms’ kitchen
You bet that at least two other of his hyungs will follow for pure supervision
And he is not, under any circumstances, allowed to cook something by himself
And you’re grateful that your safety and world peace had been assured by this rule
Although, you’re allowed to cook together as long as you watch what he’s doing
If anything at all goes wrong, the blame is pinned on you
So it’s natural for you to treat these cooking projects as once-in-a-while occasions
Now when you ask about meeting his parents
Holy Hell
Stutters, clammy hands, flitting eyes, you name it
Hyunjin is so frickin nervous about you meeting his parents oof
You don’t understand why, like hey, how bad could it be right?
But pretty soon you get why Jinnie was nervous
His parents aren’t that trusting within the first hour of knowing you
You guess it might be because of poor past experiences?
Maybe Hyunjin had been judged or dated once too many times just for his looks?
The thought is enough to make you swear by all you know to always treat him like a treasure
You also make a mental note to ask him sometime
Eventually, his parents realize you have pure intentions and they become so much kinder and warmer
They let you know how welcome you are to visit whenever you want, they offer to send you off with some homemade cookies...
And Hyunjin gets so emotional at the beautiful site in front of him that he bursts into tears
Which causes you and his parents to tease and hug him
if you’re thick, let’s just be clear that im making a statement on how you should NOT judge Jinnie purely because he’s good looking, appreciate his talent!
Now, Hyunjin is kinda tall compared to the rest of SKZ hah im joking of course so it’s pure instinct to want to steal his shirts
Don’t lie, if you had the chance, you would take something i see right thru u
And at some point in your life, you stop realizing ‘hey, this isn’t my jumper!’ and just walk around in clothes that aren’t yours
And when this happens, three things follow:
You see a wild Hyunjin crashing through the apartment towards you, yelling happily that ‘that’s my favorite hoodie!!’ he tries to act like he’s angry and fails in 0.0000003 sec
He doesn’t slow down and freakin slams into you at full velocity, knocking you over or off anything you might be sitting on
He proceeds to tickle you mercilessly, until you either can’t breath and turn purple or until you commit an extreme act of violence in the name of self defense
Once this chaotic episode ends, most of the time with both of you are completely knackered and just lying on the floor
You both cool off by just cuddling and watching something on TV
Or reading something together!!!
I can totally see Hyunjin shoving one of his fav books in your face and insisting that you both take turns in reading aloud to each other
And you both react at the same time to shockers in the book, like you start crying together when a character dies who hasn’t had that traumatic experience or you both squeal with joy and hug each other tighter when something great happens
Did I just turn into a puddle of happy goo?
Yes I fuckin did.
I think Hyunjin wouldn’t take that long to tell you that he loves you
That doesn’t mean that he planned anything tho
HAH! Course he didn’t
Probs says it when he can barely think straight
Maybe you’re watching him dance late at night
You’d brought snacks to keep him going ‘cause he was working his ass off
And there you sit, marveling at his skill and fluidity while executing his choreo
You have a talent for hyping Hyunjin up while he dances, cheering when he leaps high into the air, gasping when he performs a complicated move, and aw-ing and his graceful poses ok im done now
When he finishes one of his more dramatic dances, you jump up with glee and tackle him in a hug despite him being sweaty, saying how proud you are
He hugs you back happily and says:
“I should be the proud one, having someone I love so much being so supportive of me”.
You both freeze, still hugging each other
And neither of you move or breathe for a moment
“What did you say?”
“UhhhHHHH NOTHING I SAID NOTHING”
“You said that you love me!”
“WAT NO I DIDN’T I-”
“HYUNJIN I LOVE YOU TOO!!!!”
“N- wait what?”
“I love you, dumbass” same tho
Oof that poor practice room has seen a lot of awkwardness
I’m cracking up just by thinking of how hopeless Hyunjin could become when SKZ are away
“Hey do you guys have a signal and/or data? I wanna Skype y/n and show them the beautiful view”.
*all of SKZ facepalms*
Always taking pictures to show you
In the evenings, you get a frickin cascade of notifications of both photos and messages from the poor boy telling you he misses you like crazy
When Skyping, he asks to see Khami, who you have the pleasure of caring for during his absence
You do question (mentally and then verbally) whether he calls to talk to you or his dog
He never answers the question heh
There’s lowkey a competition between you and Khami for Hyunjin’s affection
When the boys make their flight home, Hyunjin keeps you informed about everything that’s happening
I mean everything:
Jiiniie<3: we’re @ the airport :D -6h ago
Jiiniie<3: waiting to board! -5h ago
Jiiniie<3: they’re getting ready to go, i can’t wait to see you!! xxx -5h ago
Jiiniie<3: will text you when we arrive, love! -5h ago
Jiiniie<3: JUST LANDED! CANT WAIT TO HUG U -31mins ago
Jiiniie<3: about to get our luggage! -Just now
You get the point -_-
When you finally see each other, he runs at top speed to pick you up and spins you around
frickin goals man i feel so sad writing this :,)
He goes public in probably the most aesthetic way that’s physically possible
He posts a bunch of gorgeous photos-
Courtesy of Jisung
-of your silhouettes in front of sunsets
-Pics he took of you laughing during a cafe trip
-Bomb-ass selcas where you’re both lookin hella fine
Just
UGGHHH
SO! AESTHETIC!!!
Naturally, the internet freaks the fuck out
Both of you are kinda nervous about the explosive reaction
There are salty bitches who are telling you to piss off because they jelly
But the huge majority of Stay are crying with happiness and wishing you both well
this better happen in the future im watching all of u
And soon Hyunjin is talking about you on vLives, proud af because y/n freakin rules!
OhmyGod I love Hyunjin
Damn my heart be like < HYUNJIN 3 phew
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Yugioh S4 Ep 11: Rafael’s Lian Yu Experience
Ah, lets tune into Yugioh where Duke has decided to do some off-roading in the worst car and in the worst place.
Ah yes, the normal interaction you would have with a desert and your expensive vintage car. Duke has been struggling since he became a protagonist to stick to a defining trope. Now that Serenity is gone, and now that they aren’t watching a duel for Duke to be a downer about, I guess his only other tick is that he sucks at driving?
Again there was a perfectly serviceable truck back at the RV but they just really like to put miles on this car (which doesn’t have it’s lights on I believe, which...good job, Duke).
And he just launches these two inexplicably out of the car. Because Yugi might be losing his whole damn soul on the other end of this desert, but we will have cartoon shenanigans, damn it.
It really does look like Dukes looking through the wrong side of his binoculars here...that extra level of Duke.
Speaking of extra level, hows that horse thing going? Where Yugi is riding a horse for the first time in his entire life?
Because, apparently the show has decided that Yami should be really good at horses (????????). He can’t read any Egyptian, he doesn’t have any memories of his Pharaoh life, he can barely use magic, but apparently, he can game a horse. Only problem, is that this art team of high octane vehicle enthusiasts seems totally unaware of how horses work---I’ll just show you. This scene GOES places, and I will absolutely record it so you can watch it in it’s entirety in a separate post.
(see more horse under the cut)
The horses leg didn’t move the entire slide down the mountain y’all, he just stuck one hoof in front of him and power-slid down a freakin cliff like he was wearing horse Wheelies.
What the Hell?
Anyway, welcome to our new dueling platform.
You wouldn’t believe it, but it’s on a very tall thing. I know, in this show? They’re dueling on a tall thing? Whaaaaat?
This is a hilariously weirdly perfectly cylindrical land mass 10/10.
So Rafael’s whole deal is so freakin weird.
Rafael’s a weirdo. I was ready for Alister, since Alister introduced himself in a Maximilian Pegasus suit, but I just wasn’t expecting Rafael to be the weirdEST youknow? Of the three? Like he’s up there with Arcana and the band-saw ankle-slicing machine. Just a really choice human being who makes really good decisions.
God bless this artist’s obsession with edgy cargoes.
Anyways, another fun fact about Rafael is he gets more and more jacked with every single frame it feels--his muscles are like the quality to go fight Cell, but all he does is play cards.
Also he’s obsessed with justifying mass murder on a global scale so...he seems a little bit like an X-men villain in that way, except he’s...just a normal ass dude who got really buffed.
Rafael needs a reason to want to destroy all humanity--that’s really the big dilemma that the writing crew was given, but the way they got there...was a lot.
Lets dive right into it, starts off kind of normal, run of the mill “gotta cleanse the world yada yada” and then just starts somersaulting down a steep hill like in Princess Bride.
First of all, the show decides to reveal to us the entire story via a Rebecca google search, and then, once we’re like WTF? we get to hear it in it’s entirety and it is way weirder the second time.
So um...this Titanic cruise ship.
Yeah. I know. That’s a lot of Princess Peach dresses.
(welcome back, glass of OJ that every child on this show drinks with every meal)
Honestly there is no greater curse in this show than being rich. If you’re a rich dude you are SCREWED. Some force of nature is going to come for you just at any possible moment. You will get abducted....MANY TIMES. You will lose your parents, repeatedly. Your wife will die shortly after marriage. Some asshole will walk up and just remove your eyeball and replace it with a magic golf ball. You will never be the best at cards. Just never be rich in the Yugioh universe. It is better to be dead.
Speaking, of dead--just did a Rebecca-brand google search--do you know how many people fit on an average cruise liner?
It’s more than you think.
Woooooooooooooooooooooo that’s about 3000 people! Just nonchalantly! (and yo, I went mid-range, some cruise liners carry like 6000)
We passed so many 69′s just now!
Now there is some weird issues with this episode where Rebecca was like “The only survivor was Rafael” and then later, Rafael mentions his family is still alive--kinda sounds like the translation shenanigans are back at it, where the English version is desperately trying to keep people from dying, but like, the Japanese version drew a 600 ft tidal wave that ate up this cruise-liner like it was a bathtub toy made of paper.
But sure, maybe some escape boats made it out safely from a catastrophe that is 800 times worse than the Titanic. Sure they did.
PS History Channel got into a weird trend in the 00′s where they used to do these series of rogue wave horror stories--do you remember those? Anyways, one of my friends got super spooked by rogue waves and had it as one of her top ten fears. At the time I was like “lol you’re not gonna get rogue waved on a cruise are you kidding?” But then again, maybe she watched Yugioh and this episode scarred her for life?
Especially since this crazy traumatic experience was followed by three years of being stranded on an island and going COMPLETELY insane. Like not just...partial--Rafeal has absolutely no grip on reality anymore. Like, at all. He’s on another plane from most other Yugioh villains.
It’s like Lord of the Flies but there’s only one person in it. The Lord of the Fly.
This is a kid’s show.
Anyways, on the island, Rafael got hella jacked. So there was that one plus. He did eventually become a very huge person in his adulthood, although he did get a Mokuba haircut for a little while. This honestly says more about Mokuba’s hair routine than anything else.
He also spent some time seeing his lost family members as these three cards that he likes to pray to. Occasionally they fall into the ocean and he has to dry them off. Rafael lived a kind of boring weird life cycling between hallucinations and staring into the ocean.
The show didn’t bother to tell us what Rafael was eating or explain how that outfit lasted 3 years. But, they did describe that after 3 ENTIRE YEARS, Darts decided to just start harassing him.
Which...OK...and then there was this next sequence
I mean this was the only interaction that Rafael had in three years so maybe he forgot that getting drowned by people who harness the power of the ocean isn’t like...good behavior?
Anyways, back in the real world, in the city and wearing his hot topic grunge vest well into his early 30′s, Rafael decided that everyone just...deserves to die. Traffic sucks. Cities sucks. There’s too much crime. Everyone should be dead. It was very strange and sudden twist. You go from having all the money in the world, to no money, and then back to all the money and it’s like “Central heating SUCKS! KILL EVERYONE!”
Then Rafael made this mention of his family that has to be a translation thing.
Those guys have got to be dead. I mean this is Yugioh. There were no survivors. I’ll be very surprised if they pop up next episode, I’ll even dock them off the Death Count if they never died, I am that certain they won’t still be dead in this upcoming arc. They have clearly been replaced with paper cards. Like I wouldn’t be surprised if their souls were somehow inside these particular cards he carries.
I didn’t cap it, but to walk on the island you walk across a glowing oricalchos bridge and it was very goofy.
And then these guys showed up, reminding me again that they are still on this show, because tbh, I completely forgot.
I kinda miss when they were the weirdest people here and I just thought Rafael was another boring guy in handlebar muttonchops.
Anyway, it’s a short update today. I’m a little behind on things in other places, so that’s fine by me. I keep hoping that soon I’ll be back to doing like 2 of these a week. Especially since I recently decided to start blocking twitter and other places I’ve been wasting a little too much time on, maybe then it’ll funnel my efforts to here? We’ll see. Next episode we’ll find out how long all of these guys wearing jackets in the desert are faring.
And here’s a link to read these from the beginning.
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