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colealexart · 6 months

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story time! i met the cr cast this past weekend at mcm london and they were the kindest people imaginable, but my interaction with laura and marisha was just. incomprehensibly sweet and the best thing to ever happen to me.

first up was laura. my friends izzy (@wvearp) and abby (@overnighttosunflowers) went before me in the queue and they got my art signed by her. when they did, she said “oh, best art” and they told her that they were here with the artist. she immediately was like “what?! where?!” and started looking around frantically. i was standing just to the side and i waved awkwardly and she was like “NO WAY! YOU!! i favourite this shit on twitter ALL THE TIME!” which i find hilarious because yeah, i freak out a little every time she does.

when it got to my turn, i said hello and asked her how she was doing. she did not answer my question and instead said “cole, are you kidding me? these are gorgeous” about the two prints i handed to her. (the one pictured and a different one i got signed.) she said she remembers seeing this after the episode aired and i was like “yeah, it airs at 3am here so i drew this in a frantic, sleep deprived stupor at 7am” and she said “you did it so fast, i remember! i sent it to marisha! people are SO QUICK with the fanart, you guys are insane.”

after she signed the print, she held onto it for a moment and just sat and admired it, before looking at me with the BIGGEST smile and saying “you are seriously the best. thank you.” and i don’t know how to handle sincerity so i handed her the dice i got for her. she was so excited about them and immediately rolled the d20 and got a 10 (edit: i misremembered, she got a 3 lol). i then asked if we could play rollies and she beat me. i got a 5 and laura got a 7. i said i’m sorry they’re not rolling well and she was like “it’s fine, they just need charging up!”

i also got a selfie too, but the guy helping her at the table took the photo for us instead of me trying to take it because i suck at taking selfies. she gave me a really tight side hug and when it was done, she thanked me again with the biggest smile.

i also didnt realize until afterwards but instead of writing a character quote, laura wrote “you are everything” on my autograph 😭

next was the group photo op. as we walked up i said hi again to laura and she immediately recognized me from before. she grabbed onto my shoulders and literally spun me around to marisha and was frantically saying “marisha marisha, this is the person that does the amazing imodna art!” but there was a lot going on and marisha was looking at me with the most bewildered expression, until she eventually understood what laura was saying but we had to rush to take the photo. laura held onto my arm and marisha leaned against me and i didn’t realize until afterwards but liam and tal also had their hands on my shoulders lol. it was A Lot. i told marisha i would probably be heading to her autograph queue next so i’d see her there and she was like “awesome, i cant wait!”

so after that, i met marisha. i was probably the most nervous to meet her because she’s just so cool and intimidating but in reality she is just so warm and has such a calming presence about her. she was like “cole, good to see you again!” and i handed her the same imodna print that i had laura sign. she said “ohh, aww this is amazing! this is what laura was talking about, i was so confused!”

then we talked a bit about the live show because her voice was hoarse and i asked her how she was feeling. she said it was just her voice that was gone, but we agreed that it was absolutely worth it because the live show was incredible. i also congratulated her on the how do you wanna do this, then gave her the dice i got for her and we played rollies too. we both got an 18 at first and when we rerolled, she beat me with another 18 to my 16. then she was like “oh these roll really well, i’m definitely gonna use these!”

we took our photo together and afterwards she said “thank you for your art and everything. seriously, you’re so talented” while rubbing my shoulder, and then i headed off to join ashley’s queue.

i’m probably gonna make a separate post about meeting ashley and sam. i just wanted to write this down mostly to immortalize on my blog. i expected them to be kind but i did NOT expect to feel so loved and appreciated. laura was about as excited as i was, and made me feel so special. (this is also a pretty small thing but i dont think i pass very well, so the fact that laura said ‘person’ and didn’t misgender me meant a hell of a lot too.)

i did bring extra prints to give to them as a gift but was overwhelmed and forgot lol

anyway, that’s it! for anyone wondering if the critical role cast are as kind in person as they seem online, they absolutely are and then some. i’ll never forget this past week.

#laura bailey #marisha ray #critical role #imodna #yes i cried a little while writing this out #they just make me so HAPPY

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noiryinn · 15 days

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can i request a kunigami x male reader? i dont have anything like a plot in my mind , but maybe a very shy/insecure , artist reader?

focus

pairing(s): kunigami rensuke x shy!male reader

summary: you and kunigami get paired up for a school project, only problem was, you had a big crush on him.

warnings: none!

word count: 3.9k

a/n: ofc! thanks for the ask! i’ll do my best. this is so bad plus i don't rlly know his personality that great so this is probably ooc. sorry it took so long! i had school and other things to work on (btw this is so rushed i wrote this in like 2 days...)

you tapped your foot anxiously on the ground. you had to work in pairs for a project…honestly, you’d rather work alone, but the teacher already said no. you were hoping you got someone good. yet, luck seemed to have other plans as your name was heard alongside kunigami's, the guy you had the biggest crush on.

‘okay, just don’t stutter…act nervous…oh what the hell im gonna do both of those things!’ you thought. you were panicking in your seat when you saw him walk over to you. well, his build was certainly bigger up close. you studied his physique, it’d probably be pretty nice to draw. he was certainly way more attractive up close. you were lost in your thoughts when you heard a voice.

“hey, l/n, you good?” you snapped out of your thoughts "uh, y-yeah, I guess… I mean, let's just start, right?" you said, your voice quavering. you seriously couldn’t focus at all. it was horrible! how would you pass this stupid class if you kept staring at him? you forced yourself to stop and finally do your work.

you talked a bit stiffly, but you couldn't help it. you could tell kunigami was trying to make a bit of conversation, but it often led to an awkward nod or "yeah" from you. you were typing on your laptop, researching for the project when you head your name.

"mind if i ask you something, l/n?" kunigami looked straight in your eyes. the eye contact almost made you sweat a bit and you tried looking everywhere but him. "y-yeah...go ahead." you said sheepishly. "do you not like me? you seem a bit distant." a small frown tugged at his lips. you felt a knot form in your stomach as kunigami's question hung in the air, lingering like a heavy cloud. his auburn eyes stared into yours. "no, it's not that I don't like you," you replied hastily, your words stumbling over eachother. "i mean, you're a great partner and all. it's just…uhm…nevermind."

you busied yourself with your laptop, pretending to focus on the project while desperately trying to avoid kunigami's penetrating gaze. but despite your efforts to push him away, you couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt that gnawed at your conscience. kunigami sighed, but you could feel his expression softening. "it’s fine if you don’t want to say anything," he said gently, his voice was reassuring. "didn't mean to put you on the spot or anything, just making sure things are cool with us." you nodded, glad that he didn't outright hate you.

you continued working on the project, there was a lingering tension in the air. but something about it felt different, it was intense yet comforting at the same time. you couldn't help but steal a quick few glances at him. you noticed the way he furrowed his eyebrows in concentration as he typed on his own laptop. his hands swiftly navigating the keyboard. but you quickly realized you'd been staring too long and looked away, a blush tinting your cheeks.

the afternoon sun cast a golden hue over the familiar path you took home every day, but today, something felt different. as you prepared to make your way home, a voice broke through the ambient noise, pulling you from your thoughts. turning around, you were met with the sight of kunigami jogging towards you, his features softened by a small smile that seemed to light up his face.

"hey, l/n," his voice, calm and inviting, reached your ears, surprising you with its warmth. "mind if I walk you home?" his words hung in the air, unexpected yet strangely welcomed, sending a flutter of anticipation through you. your cheeks flushed with warmth at the unexpected offer, caught off guard by kunigami's gesture. after a brief moment of hesitation, you nodded, a mix of nerves and curiosity bubbling up inside you.

with each step, the world around you seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the gentle rustle of leaves overhead and the rhythmic sound of your footsteps. the occasional brush of your arms sent a thrill down your spine. you stole glances at kunigami, wanting to bridge the silence with conversation but finding yourself at a loss for words.

eventually, you couldn't contain the restless thoughts swirling in your mind any longer. fidgeting with your hands, you finally broke the silence with a hesitant apology. "uh...sorry if i seemed distant. i just get nervous pretty quickly..." your words hung in the air, tinged with uncertainty. kunigami's response was reassuring, his understanding demeanor easing the tension that had coiled in your chest. "it's no worries, i totally understand," he reassured, his voice a soothing balm to your nerves. "but just so you know, you don't have to feel nervous around me. we're partners, right? and… friends, maybe?" his words held some hope, a glimmer of possibility that stirred something within you.

with a small smile, you nodded in agreement, the weight of his offer settling comfortably in your heart. "yeah, friends," you replied with a soft smile. the conversation flowed effortlessly between you. before you knew it, you had reached your doorstep, the realization of parting bringing a twinge of reluctance.

"i'll give you my number if you want to work on the project together or even hang out," he offered, blinking in surprise, you processed his offer before accepting with a nod of gratitude. "what? uh, yeah! sure..." your voice trailed off, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you handed him your phone, eager to exchange contact information.

as kunigami inputted his number into your phone, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement bubbling up inside you. with a final wave goodbye, he disappeared down the path, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the screen displaying his contact details. you sunk onto the couch, you stared at the screen for what felt like an eternity, the weight of possibility settling over you like a comforting blanket. it was like a dream.

the next day had a more comfortable atmosphere. you found yourself working really well with him. you tried not to show that you were still giddy from getting his number. it was like a dream. you totally scored! “did you find anything for slide 5?” you asked, trying to ease your mind, “uh, not yet. i’ll get on it after i finish this real quick.”

you continued working on the project, every now and then, you took quick glances at kunigami, who seemed engrossed in his own task. kunigami would ask for your input on certain aspects, and you found yourself opening up more, expressing your ideas and thoughts. you admired him, not just for his intellect and dedication to the project, but also for his patience and understanding towards you.

eventually, as the class drew to a close, you both managed to finish a good amount of the project. with a sigh of relief, you leaned back in your chair, feeling a sense of accomplishment wash over you. kunigami turned towards you with a smile, a genuine one that reached his eyes. "thanks for your help, l/n. i don't think i could've done it without you," he said sincerely, breaking the tension that had been lingering between you two. you couldn't help but return his smile, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. "no problem, kunigami. we make a pretty good team," you replied, genuinely meaning it.

you left the class satisfied with the work you completed. you thought about what you'd do next. as you left the class, the weight of the day's interactions lingered in your mind. you couldn't deny the chemistry you had with kunigami, despite the initial awkwardness, there was an ease when you two interacted. you walked down the hallway, lost in thought, you heard someone calling your name. turning around, you saw kunigami walking up to you, a friendly look on his face.

"hey, l/n, wait up!" he called out, his voice carrying over the bustling noise of the hallway. you slowed your pace, waiting for him to catch up. "hey, kunigami," you greeted, "what's up?" he walked beside you, hands in his pockets. "just thinking. the deadline for the project is pretty near and we might not finish it by then, you mind grabbing some coffee or something and working there?" you could barely contain your excitement. "yeah, sounds good. this weekend sound good?" he nodded before saying "great, i know a good café nearby that we can go to."

the weekend came by quicker than you expected and the deadline was wednesday. you put on a casual outfit and started to go to the café's address. you nervously adjusted the strap of your bag and kept checking it if you forgot anything. soon, you found yourself standing outside the café, kunigami already there. "glad you could make it, l/n" he greeted, "let's get started, hm?" you nodded before you two settled in a cozy corner booth.

the two of you wasted no time getting started. only after a few minutes papers and other things were sprawled all over the table and you two were locked in. you saw how he was always intensely focused whenever he worked on things. you admired it. the way he always did things so effortlessly...he definitely wasn't some jock, that's what. you told yourself that over and over again, it made you feel slightly guilty of your initial thought of him. you shook those thoughts out of your head though as you had to focus on the project. you couldn't let him do all the work, could you?

soon hours passed by, but they seemed like mere minutes when you were with him. kunigami made time pass by fast, and you two finished a good chunk of work. sure, there was a lot more to do, but it was still a decent amount. you laughed at his jokes, sure, they were a bit corny, nonetheless they still made you chuckle. you found yourself opening up to him slowly, you talked about small bits of your childhood, some stories, your family. he seemed to actually enjoy listening to you too. he shared some things about him as well. things seemed to be easing up between you and kunigami, and it felt nice. yet, you two had to go home at some point. so you waved goodbye and made your way back home.

all night you thought about your day, but it was mostly about kunigami. it made you a bit frustrated on how much you unwillingly thought about him. it was like he haunted your every waking. you thought about his smile, his personality, how he looked, pretty much every aspect of him. it kept you up at night. you really tried to stop it but you were unable to. that didn't stop you from acting like a middle school girl with a crush though. honestly, it was kinda pathetic.

you were helping one of the teachers when you spotted him. there he was. kunigami and his circle of friends. he seemed to radiate, in a sense, it drew your attention like a magnet. you caught his eye for a brief moment, and he flashed you a warm smile, causing your heart to flutter rapidly. you quickly averted your gaze, feeling a blush that you couldnt hide creep up your cheeks. what was happening to you? why were you so affected by his simple gesture? you shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts, and focused on grabbing the stuff out of your locker.

with a sigh, you closed your locker and headed to your next class. you remembered that you needed to work on the art and drawings of the physical part of the assignment. the presentation was nearly done, you only had to work on the tri-fold. you were more than happy to do them, but presenting them was a different story. you were sketching the drawings on a piece of paper, but none of them felt right. you were about to scrap what felt like the 100th drawing when kunigami sat next to you. "something wrong? you look a bit stressed" he asked as he looked at you with concern.

"it's just...i can't seem to get these drawings right." you looked down at the paper with a slight frown, "how about you try drawing a different angle of it? the proportions seem a bit off when drawn like this." he suggested, leaning in to get a better look. the proximity made your heart race, you could faintly smell his shampoo, a fresh, citrusy scent lingered in the air. "uh...yeah. maybe that's what i need..." you replied, unable to focus on anything but how close you were.

with his help, you managed to create a set of drawings that you both were satisfied by. "you're amazing, l/n! they're really great." he said in awe as he looked at the drawings. "you think so?" you felt a bit shy from the compliment, "of course i do, you're super talented." kunigami replied genuinely. the praise made a wave of euphoria rush through you and you felt a sense of pride in your work. for the rest of the class, you two goofed off. since there was little left to finish you two had the freedom to. "hey, how about tomorrow we meet up in the library after school? we can make final alterations there." he recommended. "sounds great.

the next day came by quicker than you thought, you practically spent the whole day trying to avoid him, but it seemed like fate had other plans. you walked into the library, looking around until you spotted him. kunigami was already waiting for you. "great, you're here. let's make the finishing touches, shall we?" he greeted, and gestured for you to take the seat in front of him. you nodded and settled yourself into the seat, hoping everything was perfect.

you were fixing up the drawings on the tri-fold when a thought crossed your mind. what if everyone made fun of you? what if they hated the drawings? you started doubting your abilities as you stared at the drawings.. you were fidgeting with your hands before kunigami said something, “you nervous?” he asked, you nodded in return, “i’m sure you’ll be fine, don’t sweat it.” kunigami beamed before patting your back reassuringly. a light tint of pink dusted your face, but you ignored it.

every time he glanced at you, your stomach did flips. you often looked at kunigami out of the corner of your eye when you thought he wasn't looking, studying the curve of his jawline, the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled. it was like noticing the details of a masterpiece for the first time, and you couldn't tear your gaze away. to you, kunigami felt like a muse, an abstract piece that you couldn't understand at first glance. you needed to know more.

"kunigami?" your voice squeaked a bit. he turned to you signaling he was paying attention. "you think....we're gonna do good?'" kunigami's gaze softened as he met your eyes, a reassuring smile playing on his lips. "absolutely, l/n," he replied, his voice filled with confidence. "we've put in a lot of hard work and dedication into this project. i have no doubt that we're going to do great." you looked hesitant for a moment before nodding, "…yeah, we'll do great." you seemed to be reassuring yourself more than him.

the presentation day approached way too fast for your liking. the night before, you barely got a wink of sleep thinking about presenting. it was horrible. when you arrived at school, it didn't get any better. you felt jittery and on edge. you checked your bag, adjusted the strap, checked the time. you tried running lines in your head but everything went blank. not good, so not good. what if you two got a bad grade? and it was because of you? all these thoughts rushed to your head. a knot formed in your stomach and you felt sick.

you walked to class each step your heart pounded in your ears louder and louder. the weight on your shoulders felt heavy. you opened the door, your hands shaking. you saw kunigami in the classroom. he waved you over, but he seemed to realize something was wrong. "something wrong? are you feeling nervous?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowed in concern. "it's just— i don't know...i can't help it." you admitted, unable to meet his eye. "even if we did do all of this hard work, i just can't seem to control my nerves..." you sighed in defeat. your mouth felt dry and there was a lump in your throat.

you kept looking at the ground until you felt his hands on your shoulders. kunigami's touch was surprisingly comforting, his warm hands grounding you in the moment. "it's okay to feel nervous," he reassured softly, his voice a soothing melody amidst the chaos of your thoughts. "but remember, we've prepared for this. we've worked hard together, and whatever happens, we'll face it together, alright?" something about his voice drew you to look up at him. and it gave you the tiniest, smallest bit of confidence that you needed. "...right,"

"thanks for helping me—" it was then when you snapped out of your thoughts and you realized he was still holding your shoulders. still stupidly close. that familiar scent of citrus filled your senses. you took a moment to gather your thoughts, time felt like it stood still. the world around you faded into the background as you locked eyes with him. you admired his features for what? the hundredth time? he seemed to realize that he was still holding your shoulders too, as he let go with a faint reddish hue to his face.

"yeah, it's nothing." kunigami said as he averted your gaze. you two gathered your composure and sat down, you couldn't shake off that warm feel of his hands though. that was quickly interrupted though as the teacher randomly called a random pair to present. someone was testing you, because it had to be your pair. you cursed under your breath and stood up shakily, slowly walking to the front with presentation in hand.

you looked at everyone, their gazes fixed on you. you felt their eyes stare into your very existence, waiting for you to say something and mess up. you glanced at kunigami, he was already looking at you. he made a 'go on, i believe in you' face. you gulped and decided to suck it up.

your voice started off shaky, but it slowly turned out to be steady as you continued. you found a rhythm that worked and you spoke more loudly and confidently. soon, kunigami chimed in and took it from there temporarily. the hours spent researching and working on this project really paid off, as the class seemed interested in what you had to say. the teacher made a few satisfying looks as she typed on her laptop, writing notes and grading.

after a lot of talking and questions, you were done with the presentation. you stood there a bit shocked when everyone clapped for you and made small, positive comments. you exchanged looks at kunigami and he seemed proud. "you did great, i told you you could do it," he nudged you. "...yeah. sorry for ever doubting us." you said lightheartedly.

you two made it back to your seats, after a bit of hesitation and thinking you said something, "hey, do you...want to meet in the library after school friday?" you whispered to him, not wanting to get into trouble. "oh? what for? we got another presentation?" he asked jokingly. "no, it's something else," you chuckled, "just...to hangout, and uh, stuff." you tried making an excuse. really, you wanted to spend time with him. maybe even confess your feelings, but you weren't quite ready to admit that yet. kunigami's expression softened into a warm smile, and he nodded eagerly. "yeah, that sounds great. i'd love to hang out," he replied, his eyes sparkling with genuine enthusiasm. "let me know the time, and i'll be there."

maybe this was your chance to get to know him better outside of school. "awesome, i'll text you the details later," you said, trying to play it cool. as the day went on, you couldn't shake off the feeling of excitement from the successful presentation and kunigami's agreement to hang out. the thought of spending more time with him made your heart flutter. you found it hard to concentrate on your other classes, your mind wandering to what your hangout could result in.

friday came, and you waited in the library for kunigami. you were stuck thinking if you were actually going to confess or not. you were probably going to make a complete fool out of yourself, but something in you nagged that you always ran away from things. maybe you should go through with this, just say it, as simple as that...but you were totally panicking. if he said yes, it would be totally awesome, but if he said no, you'd actually never show your face at school again. so you were stuck, then a genius idea came to mind. flip a coin. yeah, that would decide what would happen.

'heads for yes, tails for no' you said to yourself. you kinda hoped it would be tails, but luck seemed to hate you and you got heads. 'oh screw it, what's the worst that can happen?' you thought. you were zoned out when you saw a familiar sight of orange walking in. "sorry i'm late, i had some things to do" kunigami rubbed the back of his head. "no worries i just got here anyways..." you fidgeted with your hands. he took the seat in front of you. and for a bit, you talked casually, until you decided to spill it out.

your heart raced as you summoned the courage to speak the words that had been weighing heavily on your mind. "kunigami?" you began, "yeah?" he responded, turning his attention to you with a curious expression. "i know this is kinda random, but…" you trailed off, feeling a flush creeping up your neck. "but i like you, i think—" you mumbled "no, i know i like you...you're like really cool, and nice, and it's kinda like— i don't know..." you sighed, your words sounded like nonsense.

"please just wait for me...until i can actually say it without just— just messing up so much" you continued, squeezing your eyes shut. your face felt hot and you didn't know what to say anymore until you felt a familiar warmth on your hands. the feeling making your eyes open to look at him.

he had the same expression as always. yet, he looked a bit awkward, "sorry if i seem uncomfortable, i can't take compliments that well, it's not your fault." he chuckled nervously as he rubbed circles on your hand, "but really, it's fine. i'll wait for you, for however long you need," kunigami paused, "what i'm saying is, i like you too." you stared at him, shocked. "really?" your voice was barely above a whisper. "yeah. so, confess to me again when you're ready, alright?" it all felt like a dream to you, was this real? "alright" you said, this time more confident.

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mrsaltieri-real · 9 months

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I Can Be Sweet (Mickey Altieri x GN!Reader)

Word count: 1.5k

Warning/s: GN!Reader (no specified pronouns, Mickey uses the pet names baby and babe) fluffy fluff fluff, language, nudity, Mickey being soft, (yes it’s a warning) the L bomb gets dropped, romantic shit, Mickey being a terrible cook, Mickey still somehow being a little shit, etc

I’ve had a really, REALLY shit week so I wrote this as like a little soothing thing for myself and anyone else whose having a crappy week. I just needed to comfort myself by writing something like this. I’ve got good friends that have helped me through my stuff this week (you know who you are) and I wanted to say a big thank you.

Anyway, here’s a fluffy Mickey fic because sometimes we need our murder boys sweet.

You knew him better than almost anyone.

Even though you didn’t know about his… extra curricular activities, you knew Mickey.

He was cocky, sarcastic and most of the time a complete ass because that’s simply all he’d ever been. He never allowed anyone to get too close to him in fear they’d disappear like everybody else. He was a performer, an artist. A master of deception and only letting people see what he wanted them too. But once you broke through that hard shell and got to the soft centre, there was a whole different side to him.

Mickey was… sweet, he was romantic and passionate yet remained surrounded by his defensive coating until he finally trusted you enough for you to see it.

After a particularly exhausting day of serving booze to the drunk college assholes in the on campus bar you worked in to make extra money so you could live in an apartment by yourself to avoid having to share a dorm room, you walked toward your door, head pounding and feet aching. You wanted nothing more than to shower and go to sleep in preparation for what would undoubtedly be another shitty day tomorrow.

You rummaged in your bag for your keys but paused for a second outside your door, furrowing your eyebrows when you heard soft music and dishes clanking together. Had someone broken in? Fuck, that was just what you needed.

You pressed your ear to the door to try and hear a little better when you heard a familiar soft humming rendition of the current song playing on your speakers and all the paranoia faded away in an instant, calmly unlocking the door and walking inside.

Mickey was flitting around your tiny kitchen like a hurricane, trying to do far too many things at once.

“Oh, fuck me.” He cussed as he lifted the lid to one of the pots on the stove, grimacing at whatever horrible sight he’d concocted.

“Mick?”

He jumped a little, head snapping in your direction.

“Hey! Hi, you're back!” His cheeks were slightly flushed and his shirt had splatters of food spotted over the light blue material and you raised your eyebrows a little.

“Yeah, there was another fight in the bar. Shit got broken so we decided to close… what are you doing here?” An amused expression crossed your face as Mickey continued to move around the kitchen as you spoke, clearly growing more and more frustrated.

“You uh.. you said the other day you were having a rough week so I thought I’d TRY to do something nice for you. But I… yeah. I can’t cook.” He admitted sheepishly.

As he spoke you dropped your bag on the floor by the door and walked over to him, touched by his effort. “Yeah, I can see that.” You teased, gesturing toward the pots and pans completely wrecked with the burnt food coating the bottom of them. “But thank you, that’s really sweet.”

He shrugged, waving you off with his hand but you caught it, pulling him close to you. “I mean it.” You said softly and he smiled down at you, looking a little bashful.

“Sorry ‘bout your cooking shit.” He said, eyes narrowing at the ruined pans. You laughed a little, shaking your head at him.

“It’s fine, it’s fine. Probably was due to get some new ones anyway.” You let go of his hand and walked around him to turn off the stove and grabbed a garbage bag, dumping the pots and pans inside. “I’ll throw them out and buy some new ones tomorrow.”

“Oh, I did do one thing right!”

You tied the bag, placing it down before looking at him.

“Yeah? What’s that?”

He grinned at you, gesturing for you to follow him as he left the kitchen and walked down the hall to your bathroom. You followed him sceptically, unsure of whatever the hell he had awaiting you but was taken aback when you entered your bathroom after him to see he’d run you a beautiful bubble bath, candles scattered around the whole room with your favourite song playing softly on your other pair of speakers. Whatever he’d used in the bath smelt of honeysuckle and lavender, the smells oddly complimenting each other.

Mickey dipped his hand in the bath before smiling proudly to himself and turning to face you. “I might be a shit cook but I can run a mean fucking bath.”

You didn’t respond, staring at the bubbles until they blurred into fuzzy white spots, a tear falling down your cheek. “Hey, hey, hey! Why are you crying?” Mickey’s voice sounded alarmed as he moved in front of you, his hand automatically reaching forward to wipe the fallen tears.

“I… no one’s ever done anything like this for me.” You felt slightly pathetic for crying, trying to move your head so Mickey wouldn’t see your face but he held your cheeks in his hand, beautiful face soft and affectionate.

“I wouldn’t have done it if I knew it was gonna make you cry, baby.” He still looked a little anxious, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

“No! No, these are happy tears.” You assured him, sniffling a little. His hands dropped from your face and slid down your arms, seeming at least a little comforted as he said, “still.”

You reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself up on your toes so you could bury your face into the crook of his neck. He let out a small laugh before wrapping his arms around you, hand rubbing soothing circles between your shoulder blades and burrowing his face into your messy hair.

“You stink.” He mumbled into it making you laugh and pull back, playfully smacking his arm.

“Yeah genius, I work in a college bar of course I stink.”

“Want me to help you?” He gestured toward the bath before his hands moved to the hem of your shirt, a broad smile on his beautiful face as you nodded eagerly.

“Lift your arms.”

You obeyed, raising your arms above your head so he could pull your shirt off of you, placing it carefully on top of your laundry basket. His hands moved down to your jeans, popping the button open and pulling down the zipper slowly, smirking a little at your soft shiver when his warm fingers made contact with your skin. “Easy babe, we’re just taking a bath.”

You rolled your eyes, lightly nudging his hands away so you could remove your jeans along with your underwear, turning to toss them on top of your shirt.

When you turned back round Mickey was already naked and your eyes automatically dropped to his package before quickly diverting away, making him laugh again.

“Giggly prick.” You muttered as he climbed into the bubbly water, opening his arms out for you to climb in in front of him.

You took his hand, sighing happily at the perfectly warm water before you sat down between his legs, head resting back against his shoulder. He leaned forward, picking up your washcloth and dipping it into the water and wringing it out a little before he smoothed it over your chest, his head resting softly against yours.

“You’re being very sweet tonight.” You said softly, hearing his breathy laugh in your ear.

“You sound surprised. I can be sweet.” He defended himself in mock offence.

“I know, but never like this.”

It was quiet for a moment as Mickey continued to gently wash your aching body. The warm water in combination with his hot body was relaxing your tight muscles in a way that almost had you floppy in his arms.

“Am I really that bad?“ he murmured into your ear.

You frowned a little, lifting and turning your head so you were looking at him. “I didn’t mean it like-“

“No, no it’s okay. I know how I can be sometimes, and I guess in addition to me doing this because you’ve had a bad week it’s also to show you how much I care about you.”

You leaned up a little so you could press your lips to his cheek softly before sinking back into his arms, head leaning back again against his shoulder and your eyes fluttered closed.

“There’s also another reason.”

“Mm?“ you hummed absentmindedly. You felt his heart rate pick up and his breathing hitch ever so slightly as he swallowed, as if he was terrified of whatever he was about to say.

“I uh…” he sighed, face burrowing even further into your shoulder. “I love you.” He mumbled, his voice slightly muffled by your skin.

You froze for a moment, trying to comprehend what he had just said. “Y- you what?” You twisted around so his head moved off your shoulder and he was forced to look at you.

“I love you.”

You couldn’t help the smile that broke across your face and you struggled to turn all the way round to face him in the bath, and he laughed as he gripped your elbow to help you. “Steady, steady.” He said softly.

“You love me?” You whisper once you are facing him. You were straddling him, knees either side of his thighs and your hands resting on his chest while his rested on your hips under the water as you looked into his eyes, trying and failing to stop the tears from welling up again.

He bobbed his head once and even in the dim light of the flickering candles you saw his cheeks flush slightly.

“You don’t have to say it back!” He suddenly said quickly. “Please don’t feel like you have to say it b-“

“I love you too.”

A relieved sigh came out of Mickey’s mouth and his lips turned up into a devastatingly beautiful smile. “Thank fucking god.” He whispered, leaning forward and resting his forehead against yours.

#i needed to write this for me #i feel ✨soothed✨#i love him so much #my favourite lil guy #EVER #scream #mickey altieri #scream 2 #mickey altieri x reader #mickey altieri fluff #mickey altieri x you #slasher x reader

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have some reborn au i wrote last night. itachi pov, both double times as the start to tori's book club adventures and itachi's fake dates

there's a joke about not microwaving styrofoam.... i just wanted to note before someone "corrects" me that i know there are some supposedly microwave safe styrofoams (like, for example, some types of cup noodles) but in general i would avoid microwaving styrofoam because they can leech toxins into your food and like. melt.

Itachi was relieved when Tori pitched an idea for their first date herself.

“Hey,” she said, snagging his arm in the ANBU breakroom. ANBU Rat looked up from intently watching her lunch in the microwave. “Can I talk to you about something?”

“You’re not supposed to be here,” Itachi told her, although part of him was pleased. Gossip in ANBU ran fast. Rat would surely be telling everyone about Tori spontaneously appearing to talk to him.

He didn’t ask about how she’d gotten into ANBU. If Tori decided she was going somewhere, she went there. She had her lab coat on, which meant she’d probably just wandered over there from R&D. Tori loved talking about how people just listened to people in lab coats, and no warning signs or fancy fuinjutsu was going to stop her.

“And you make yourself hard to find,” Tori countered.

This comment was undoubtedly bad for their budding relationship’s PR. Itachi quickly course-corrected.

“Why don’t we talk over dinner?” he suggested. “I get off at six.”

Tori’s eyes narrowed, suspicious. The microwave dinged and ANBU Rat removed a take-away box.

“My treat,” Itachi offered. “We haven’t caught up in a while.”

“Yeah, okay,” Tori agreed. She’d always been easy to bribe with a free meal. She turned on her heel and pointed accusingly at ANBU Rat. With evident disgust in her voice, she asked, “Did you just microwave styrofoam?”

Itachi decided Rat would be a valuable witness, as she’d be able to report Itachi neither chastised Tori for sneaking in nor did he do anything to prevent her from telling Rat off over her microwaving etiquette. This was clear favoritism.

Itachi’s shift ended late, which wasn’t unusual, and he found Tori in one of the chunin breakrooms flipping through a book catalog. She filled him in on her conundrum on their walk over the restaurant: she’d enjoyed her trip to the fan convention, and wanted to start her own fan club in Konoha to recapitulate the sort of mindless fun only a group of people united in love for bad genre fiction could share.

“Kakashi said he’d join whatever club, but he refuses to talk Icha Icha with me and the Konoha chapter won’t let me in anyway,” she complained. She flapped the catalog at him. “So I have to find a different series.”

Itachi chose a restaurant with outdoor seating along a busy street. Through some minor genjutsu, he convinced a couple to leave early and then a waiter to clear their table immediately so they could be in full view of the passing crowds. If Tori noticed, she was too busy gesticulating with the catalog and reciting prices to say anything.

It was true that Itachi was a connoisseur of bad ninja fiction, a hobby cultured over long days of uninterrupted travel with Akatsuki. He hadn’t allowed himself much time in this lifetime to read, but he still remembered his favorite inane plots and ridiculous depictions of ninja. It would be interesting to see if his old favorites had stayed the same or not in this timeline, and he found himself missing his old hobby.

“I’d be happy to join,” he said, perfectly sincere, when the waiter left them with their menus.

“Oh, good,” Tori replied, eyes brightening. “Okay, so we have three people. Do you think we could convince Deidara?”

Deidara had… mixed opinions on consuming bad art intentionally. As far as Itachi could tell, Deidara was in a constant tug-of-war between his artistic principles and his own personality, and the appeal of bad media seemed to go completely over his head unless he were in the mood to be mean about something. This was fine for a bad movie night, but maybe not the mood Tori was looking for with her little book club. Then again, Itachi was fairly confident he could simply tell Deidara a single opinion on art, and this would incite a lively debate lasting hours.

“I figured if we host it at our place, he’ll be forced to join,” Tori said, drumming her fingers on the table in thought.

“That could backfire,” Itachi pointed out. Deidara was so dedicated to his art that he often didn’t care if he lost his own possessions to it. “You can’t expect Deidara to let a quiet evening continue to be quiet if he even suspects he’s been manipulated into it.”

“Well, maybe we should pick a series first,” Tori backtracked.

They ordered, and Itachi leafed through the catalog while they waited for food. Tori told some story he could barely follow about how when she was growing up, some books would come with cheap costume jewelry attached to them, and she always begged for those books even though she knew she wouldn’t like the story.

“They were always about unicorns, and unicorns are just fantasy horses. And I am not a horse girl, Itachi,” she said very seriously.

Itachi assumed she was talking about her previous life. When Tori shared details of her childhood in this timeline, they were usually more disturbing, but at least they made sense.

“Although it was a great marketing tactic,” Tori continued, picking up her chopsticks and clicking them together thoughtfully. “Imagine if Icha Icha did that. ‘Free anal beads included with every purchase’--”

The waiter chose this moment to arrive with their food, and Tori’s cheeks went pink. Itachi had to duck his head to hide a smile.

“I thought you said Jiraiya was afraid of anything anal,” Itachi said when the waiter left. That had been one of her favorite rants. Apparently Jiraiya’s homoerotic obsession with Orochimaru manifested as internalized homophobia or something, according to Tori.

“Ugh,” Tori replied, performatively holding a hand over her eyes. “Listen, just tell me what PG-13 series we could read so I don’t embarrass myself in public again.”

“So do you want me to exclude the ones with horses…?”

Itachi eventually suggested a series which was one of his personal favorites. The first installment lent its name to the whole of the series, and was called Kitty Girl Stabby Ninja. The plot followed a kunoichi sent to assassinate a male missing-nin from her village, but a jutsu gone wrong turned the kunoichi into a cat instead. She was then adopted by the missing-nin, and shenanigans ensued. It was, as far as Itachi had gathered from interviews with the author, written as an inside joke among friends, and she’d simply kept going when the book had received unexpected popularity, writing about increasingly absurd scenarios about people (and once, the concept of a ninjutsu itself) being turned into cats. In Itachi’s opinion, what made the ridiculous shinobi-themed adventures fun rather than puzzlingly inaccurate, was that the narrative never once took itself seriously, except in a handful of a character interactions and emotional beats. The overall result was that the series was a light, charming read.

“There’s four books out now,” Itachi said, watching Tori’s face as he talked, “and I believe a fifth one should be out soon. I haven’t been following it recently.”

By “recently” he meant “in this timeline.”

Tori had been listening to him with the sort of intense concentration she used when listening to mission briefings, her brows furrowed and her gaze focused on the food in front of her. It was one of her funnier quirks, how seriously she could take relatively unimportant things like a book club. Itachi had thought it made her seem flighty and bad at prioritizing when he first met her, but given it seemed to incur no cost to her ability to concentrate on her actual job, he’d decided it was more endearing, the way Kakashi’s perpetual lateness could seem almost charming after you’d just accepted it as part of personality.

“No, you’re right,” she told him. “The catalog had a full-page advertisement for the new one. I guess it is pretty popular.”

“I believe it spurred several sister series,” Itachi said. “And the author started hiring ghost writers at some point, so there will always be a new book a few months away.”

Tori hummed, pleased.

“That means the lore must be intricate,” she said. “That always makes for good fannish activity. Bonus points if it’s also slightly incohesive– that’s what really gets people fixated.”

Itachi didn’t know how to comment on that. But Tori seemed happy about the idea, so he held back a comment about the drop in quality that also happened with the introduction of ghost writers.

“Alright, I’m convinced,” Tori declared. “We’ll start a Kitty Girl Stabby Ninja book club. I wonder if there are official clubs? I know Ebisu somehow got their Icha Icha club to be officially sanctioned despite the whole secretive ninja village thing, but that one seems a little different because… well, you know…”

When the waiter cleared their plates, Itachi asked for a dessert menu.

“I think we should share this,” he said, pointing at an item at the bottom of the menu. It was their special house sundae, which he had been coveting for months now. It had three types of ice cream, every in-season fruit you could think of, and both white and dark chocolate shavings. The only thing that had prevented him from ordering it sooner was that it was too much for one person, even him.

“Ah, I see your game,” Tori said, eyeing him knowingly. “Sure, I’ll help you eat your weight in dessert.”

Itachi could feel the tips of his ears going pink, but it wasn’t like he’d invited her out just to have an excuse to order a sundae. No, he’d just concluded that sharing an ice cream in public would be an undeniably romantic thing to do and also sufficiently in-character for him for his parents to believe it. The fact that he’d also once had a dream about the sundae was simply an added perk.

“How many people do you want to recruit?” Itachi asked while they waited for their dessert monstrosity.

“Ten people or fewer, I think,” Toro replied. “Too many and then the discussion can’t be as good. But I figure the first few meetings will have more, and people will drop out because they don’t like the book or they don’t have time or, like, Deidara will scream at someone. And then eventually we’ll get it down to a few dedicated people.”

Itachi thought it would be equally likely that Tori herself would assert something like Only a moron would microwave styrofoam and rub someone the wrong way, or Kakashi would be so intentionally annoying at someone that they’d hide from public for the rest of the week. He held himself back from saying anything, though, even though he’d be entirely correct, because their dessert arrived.

The ice cream’s size was so great that the waiter needed both hands and they had to clear a space on the table themselves. Tori’s eyebrows rose only slightly as she took it in. A woman at the table next to them grinned knowingly at them. Good, good.

“Your place is too small for ten people,” Itachi observed, grabbing his spoon.

Tori seemed to think this over for a few moments. Then she said, “But there’s nowhere else, unless you want to volunteer your place.”

Itachi held back a wince. His parents would probably agree, but then he’d have to go through the awful process of navigating his parents’ attempts to monitor his personal life, and then also dodging the inevitably of Sasuke wanting to join and him having to say no. No, this would suck any ounce of joy he might find in a silly activity like a book club.

“I thought so,” Tori said, without him having to verbalize any of this. “Maybe we could pressure Kakashi into it, but I don’t think he has much space either. Plus he’d be tempted to like… lock us out on purpose or something and pretend he forgot.”

This seemed plausible.

“Kushina-sensei would let us,” Itachi offered. Tori immediately made a face.

“No one’s going to want to meet at the Hokage’s residence,” she protested.

“Why not?” Itachi asked.

“Because the Hokage could be there,” she said, and Itachi noted she’d only eaten a single strawberry off the sundae. “No one’s going to want to talk about their dumb headcanons under threat of the Hokage overhearing.”

“None of the potential members you listed will care,” Itachi pointed out.

Tori frowned, very carefully shaving off ice cream with her spoon in some sort of exact ratio with chocolate. Itachi was right, of course. If anything, Kakashi would be more open at Kushina-sensei’s house, and no one from Team 4 would care. Hokage-sama was a less intimidating host than Itachi’s parents, anyway.

“But I want to recruit normal people,” Tori said eventually. “Random career chunin. Civilians. You know, new people.”

“Alright,” Itachi said. “Like who?”

Tori stared back at him. She held her gaze while he had several bites of ice cream, her face slowly screwing up as she wracked her brain for “normal” people she thought she could conceivably approach about a book club. Itachi was fairly certain she wasn’t going to think of anyone.

“Perhaps one of your labmates?” he suggested.

Tori averted her gaze, looking mildly peeved. So she was still failing to make friends with anyone in lab.

“I don’t think it being at the Hokage’s residence will be more of a deterrent than the presence of any of your other members,” Itachi said slowly. “You picked… an intimidating group.”

Tori actually rolled her eyes. “Like you’re all that intimidating,” she said.

“My performance review says I’m unapproachable and mean and my reputation prevents people from commenting on it in pursuit of a solution,” Itachi countered, which actually provoked a laugh from Tori. He didn’t think this review was very fair, because he was almost always correct so why would anyone need to argue with him, but he acknowledged Hokage-sama kept having increasingly stressed talks with him about it.

“Okay, so you’re awful,” she allowed, “but Kakashi? Please. Anyone who’s met him knows he’s just a weird dog man.”

“I think your perspective might be skewed,” Itachi told her.

He did not point out that Tori herself had an extremely strong personality, and that the only reason she didn’t already have her own reputation was that forbidden jutsu were by necessity kept secret, so very few people knew how routinely she churned them out. It wasn’t as obvious as his or Kakashi’s or Deidara’s because she was a smiley fifteen year old girl who intentionally carried herself like a civilian, but once you peeled back the several layers of facade, Tori was someone who’d crafted her personality under Orochimaru and the Akatsuki. It was probably why she wasn’t good at making friends– the other shinobi in R&D could undoubtedly sense there was something deeply wrong with what was going on with Tori under the surface.

Part of what was deeply wrong with her was that she wanted to rope a bunch of normal, unsuspecting people into a book club where she’d probably start spouting conspiracy theories, but that wasn’t the point.

“Are you trying to use this club to pretend you’re still clinging to your civilian life, because you feel that’s what your normal should be?” Itachi asked.

Tori’s lips thinned. In a perfect deadpan, she said, “What the fuck, Itachi.”

Too far then, okay. Probably something he shouldn’t push in public, especially when he was pretending to be on an extremely romantic date.

(This meant he was right, though.)

He deflected by saying, “Have you considered Kushina-sensei and Hokage-sama might want to join?”

Tori groaned loudly. “I just said–” she started.

She didn’t want any commanding officers at the club. Itachi pointed out her only guaranteed members right now were himself and Kakashi, who were both celebrated Jounin and ANBU captains. Deidara was also a rather infamous Jounin. Tori seemed to get frustrated with his completely sound logic, and switched to asking him what snacks he thought they should have.

“I think I’ll have to come up with discussion questions too,” she said. “Do you want to help with that?”

“Discussion questions? Why?” Itachi asked.

Tori’s lips quirked up. “I forgot,” she teased. “You’re uneducated.”

Itachi didn’t think this was fair. The Tori of this timeline had never had any sort of formal schooling.

“Don’t pout,” Tori told him, performatively sticking her nose up. “You know it’s true. Anyway, the point of discussion questions would be to provoke conversation and keep people from going off topic. We wouldn’t necessarily use them all, but they’d be there for structural purposes.”

Itachi ended up eating most of the ice cream himself, and he felt uncomfortably full as he offered to walk Tori home. She shot him a confused look.

“Why?” she asked. “I’m out of your way.”

“I want to…” Itachi started. Mostly he wanted to be seen with her, doing boyfriend-like things. “I want to walk off…”

She laughed at him again, needing no further context to understand what he meant. It wasn’t mocking, but rather that she found his predicament genuinely funny.

“Fine, let’s go along the river, then,” she decided.

It was a slightly longer walk, but it was undeniably prettier, with the promenade lined by trees. The sun was setting, and the orange glow reflected back at them from the water. It was much more romantic too, he decided. Couples in romance novels were always walking along bodies of water.

That wasn’t bad at all, Itachi decided when he left Tori at the corner of her street. It had been fun, even. That had really been no different from spending time with her as a friend, although perhaps next time he should come up with an excuse to hold her hand. Itachi very rarely had time to spend casually with friends, but he always enjoyed quiet time spent with Shisui, and, he supposed when he thought about it, he did largely enjoy time with Team 4.

Why didn’t everyone just date their friends? This was the best idea he’d had in a while.

#reborn au #my writing

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crybyemissamericanpie · 4 months

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Gn!Actor!Reader talking about Josh Hutcherson through the years(2012-2023)

tell me if you guys wanna see more of these :)

Gn!Actor!Reader talking about Josh Hutcherson through the years(2012-2023)

TW:none

2012 - The Hunger Games Era

"So, y/n, you've been working with such talented people, who's the one who you really grew close to"The interviewer asks with a smile as he shifts in his seat a bit

Y/n chukles a bit at the question"It was probably with Josh Hutcherson we just kinda got each other instantly"They say with a small smile

"Any memorable moments behind the scenes with him?"He asks

"Oh,there was a time when they-the team-ere filming scenes when me and Josh weren't in so they let us go into the bakery,that is actually a bakery and make something" They say with a smile, the memories flooding back

"Well how tasty were the goods?"He asks with a small smile

"Let's just say, we're better actors than bakers" they say with a small laugh

2013 - Catching Fire

"Well people love you and Josh,so what do you think about further movies together?"The interviewer asks with smile as she fixes her own hair a bit

"There will definitely be more movies together, and I don't know why people cast us together all the time"Y/n explains, with a small smile while furrowing her brows

"It's the dynamic between the two of you"She says with a smile

"Maybe!"

2014 - Escobar: Paradise Lost

"Another film with Josh in one year,how was it? What happened off screens"She asks

"Well.. Not a lot actually"They say with a small chukle"uhm,he basically tutored me in Spanish all the time behind the screens,so there were no 'omg we did this!' Behind the scenes but it was fun"They say

2018 - Future Man

"You and Josh have both directed and acted in the show,correct?"the interviewer asks, fixing his glasses

"Correct" They say,giving a small nod

"Its a very humorous movie with many... interesting scenes, how did those came to mind?"He asks

Y/n chukles knowing what kind of scenes he meant"while we were writing the plot and the script one of us would go like 'wouldn't this be funny' and the other one would say ''thats hilarious' and then we wrote it in"They explain with a small smirk"it was interesting,let's just say that!"

2018 - The Disaster Artist

"How did you and Josh prepare for that role, since both of you had to play a very different character pairing it to other movies?"She asks, looking between y/n and Josh

"We did Method acting,actually"Josh says, as his gaze moves to y/,a smile creeping on his face

"Yeah, we attempted to make our worst movie, ever" They says with a smile"but it ended up pretty good"

2023 - Mockingjay Part 2

"Back to the 'Hunger Games' franchise with 'Mockingjay Part 2.' How does it feel knowing that you were apart of such a famous and beautiful trilogy with such amazing actors?"

"It's bittersweet, but I can't complain.I made many friends in the way,Jen,Josh,Sam and I could go all day" They say, with a smile

"Could you even say that it's the best cast you ever had"He asks with a small smile as he raises his eyebrow

"I could and I would say that,everyday when I go to bed I wish that when I wake up I will be back in 2012 in the filming set, but you know all good things must come to an end eventually"

#josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson x reader #josh hutcherson x gn!reader #celebrity #dating #fake scenario #jhutch #hungergames #disaster artist #future man #pradise lost #interview

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nom-nommmm1 · 3 months

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Hi there! I saw you wrote for Lords Of Chaos (my gulity pleasure) And was wondering if you could write a short with Pelle, where he meets a male reader after a show who sneak backstage to compliment him on his voice. They bond over finding out they have similar interests, like the concept of death and certain artists, and one thing leads to another when the reader teases him about being “softer then he thought.” So smut in dressing room after show scenario. Hope your having a decent 2024 so far :)

SOFT - DEAD/PELLE

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Hihi thank you for the request! I appreciate it very much, my 2024 is going ok so far :) also this is my first male x male so pls be kind!!

Content warning !!: dom!Pelle x male!reader, pelle being sweet, but then rough with the reader, blowjob, cum eating, unprotected sex

As the show was ending the blond singer and his band thanked the audience and made their way backstage. Once they left the crowd started rushing to the parking lot, pushing me back as I try to walk closer to the stage. “Fuck!” I yell out as I try to push by the mob of people. I manage to make my way to the stage, sneaking to the backstage area. I can’t believe I’m doing this.

As I try to sneak around I hear a familiar voice call out. “Hey hon, I don’t think you’re supposed to be here” the voice says, coming closer to me with every word. I turn around to see the one and only Dead. My cheeks flush a little as he looks down at me, now being a few inches away from me. “What’re you doing back here?” He asks smirking a little.

“Listen I understand I’m not supposed to be back here, but I’m a huge fan and wanted to say that I think your voice is really nice” I quickly say as the blond looks at me up and down, analyzing me with his big brown eyes. He then smiles. “Why thank you, I’ve been perfecting it over the past couple of years” he says looking down into my eyes softly.

I smile, blushing a bit. “Y’know I don’t think I’ve ever had someone sneak backstage just to talk to me” he says chuckling. “Well…I am a big fan” I reply looking down at my shoes in embarrassment. Dead moves down to my eye level so I am forced to look at him. “Hey it’s fine, what’s your name sweetheart?” He asks giving me a sweet smile.

“Oh my names Y/n” I reply. His eyes flicker from my body to my eyes. “Such a lovely name” he says before taking my hand in his, gently rubbing the smooth skin on my knuckles. I blush a little looking down at my shoes once again. Dead puts his hand on my chin, tilting my head up so I look him in the eyes.

“What’s the matter you pretty little thing?” He teases, backing away from me whilst smiling. “It’s nothing..I just didn’t think you’d let me talk to you” I say chuckling nervously. “Well, why wouldn't I? I think you're pretty cool” he replies sitting on the couch behind him, patting the spot next to him for me to sit on.

“So, what's your favorite metal band?” he asks looking down at me, turning his whole body to face me. “Probably Lamb of God,” I say smiling, now turning my body to face him as well. “Oo good choice, I love Lamb of God” he replies. “Okay, now what about you, what's your favorite band?” I ask.

He looks down, thinking for a moment, twiddling with his fingers until he finally thinks of one. He faces me again before saying “Probably Darkthrone or Slayer, I don't know there are so many good options!” he says dramatically putting his hands on his head. I giggle. Pelle then stops moving around. His hands are still on his head, but he's looking at me through his hair, shielding his face.

We both stop laughing, the room goes silent. His piercing eyes are on me, looking through me. His blonde locks in his face. I look down at the ground again. “You know” I pause, glancing at him before continuing. “You’re softer than I thought”

“Oh yeah?” he says teasingly. He gets up close to my ear. “I'm gonna show you just how sweet I can be” he whispers whilst picking me up. I yelp blushing a bit. He walks us down a dimly lit hall, making it to a door. “Pelles dressing room” engraved on the door. This is really happening.

He chuckles seeing me get visibly needy. He opens the door, practically throwing me on the couch as the door shuts behind him. He rushes over to the sofa, harshly connecting his lips with mine. He puts his hands on the back of my head, shielding me from hitting the wall roughly. I gasp in shock. He chuckles, sliding his tongue into my mouth.

I kiss back, trying to mimic his fast pace. I put my hands on his shoulders to support myself. He puts me in his lap. “Is this alright?” He asks, still having his lips connected with mine. I nod. He smiles taking his shirt off, throwing on the ground behind him.

He moves in closer again, tugging at the hem of my shirt. As I am about to remove my shirt Pelle stops me, putting his hand on mine. “Wait” he says in his deep voice. I stop, looking into the singers brown eyes, waiting for him to answer. “I want you to show me just how big of a fan you are” he says. My eyes widen and Pelle scoffs. “I thought you said you were a big fan now’s the time to prove it sweetheart”

He whispers the last part in my ear. I blush feeling heat rush to my inner thighs. “So are you in or are you out? The decision is yours sweetheart” he says looking at me with lust-filled eyes. I nod looking at him, waiting for him to react. Pelle chuckles roughly taking me off of his lap, putting me on my knees. He looks at me through his blonde hair. “Don’t be shy now” he says forcefully moving me to be face to face with his erection.

I take a deep breath, recollecting myself quickly before I start to unbutton his tight skinny jeans. He groans feeling me palm him through his boxers. I slowly take off his boxers. His member being freed from the harsh fabric that was keeping him down.

I wrap my hands around his cock glancing at him as he groans once more. I slowly start to rub up and down his base. Pelle tries to move his hips. He becomes impatient with me and puts his hand behind my head and forces my face to be right next to his erection. “Open” he says firmly. I do as I’m told and I open my mouth.

He puts his member in my mouth, he moans his head hitting the bed as he throws his head back in pleasure. I grunt against his cock making him move his hands to my hair. He uses his hands to forces my mouth on his cock moving at a quick speed. I gag as he hits the back of my throat.

He chuckles at the sight of me crying on his cock. He quickens the pace, throat-fucking me at a frightening rate. I gag once more, taking him all in. I stroke his base before his red tip hits the back of my throat again. This begins to happen every time, him relentlessly throat-fucking me until his release. “Take it all in” he says tipping my head back to make sure I swallow it all.

Pelle then moves me so I am turned around facing away from him. “Now is the fun part” he says before undoing my pants. Once he gets my pants off he pulls down my boxers and there’s a moment of silence, neither of us moving or even breathing just silence. “Are ya ready?” He asks looking down at me.

I nod my head eagerly. He then pulls my cock from its confines, I whine a little as he starts to slowly stroke me. He quickens his pace before putting his own member in me. I moan loudly, Pelle puts his hand over my mouth to try and muffle the sounds by me. “Shhh, be quiet now” he warns before starting to pump in and out of me whilst stroking my cock.

I whimper in his hand. He quickens his pace on my cock, staying inside me while doing so. He starts to lose control as he feels himself getting more tired by the minute, but he still is trying is best to keep a rhythm. He pumps in and out of me again, while stroking my cock at the same exact pace. I moan more than I thought I ever could.

Pelle moves one hand to my hip, angling me in the perfect spot. Pelle hits just the right spot, he uses then to his advantage as he speeds up, relentlessly hitting my good spot, I whine and shout before Pelle releases once again, this time in me. As I feel his orgasm within me I feel mine come and I release all over the couch of the dressing room. After awhile he pulls out of me and just stares at me in awe.

“We should do that again sometime” he says handing me his phone to put my number in. I happily do so and look at him again. After a few minutes of silence he clears his throat “you should probably get out of here” he says handing me my clothes and leading me to the door. “See you next time y/n” he says before shutting the door behind you in a mischievous tone.

AHHH ITS IS DONEEEE Oml I’ve been working on this for literal weeks. 😭 I’m sorry for the delay!! Hope you enjoyed bye bye ♥

#jack kilmer #lords of chaos #rory culkin #lords of chaos x reader #euronymous #pelle ohlin #pelle ohlin x reader #fluff #smut #pelle ohlin smut #pelle ohlin fluff #nom-nommmm1

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hiking-the-alpines · 11 months

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didn't you say you are going to leave this place because of, and I quote "too many alphabet people"? please hurry up and get out of here, we don't need hateful people spreading bigoted views in here. while you are at it, quit playing Sky too, since its core message is literally "love everyone". and considering how many queer people play Sky, some of your constellation friends are also part of the "alphabet". Oh, let's not forget that all spirits and elders are canonically nonbinary and use they\them. And that is not to mention that people who created this game are openly LGBT too, like Ash and Aimi, the concept artists without whom the game wouldn't exist. Spitting into the well you drink from, huh? honestly, how can you call yourself Christian when all Jesus taught was to love your neighbor and be kind, while you spew hate and bigotry. I hope you grow and become a better person. When you stand in front of God, he will ask you about what YOU did in your life. Being hateful is undoubtedly not an answer he will want to hear.

Heyo!

I’ll admit I was blunt and harsh with my post there, and each day I do try to grow and be a better person. Yeah, at the moment I wrote that I was probably angry and frustrated and I’ll admit that perhaps airing out my frustrations that way wasn’t the best choice.

You are right in the fact that Jesus taught us all to love one another, be kind, love others as you would love yourself. Christ sat and dined with sinners, prostitutes, tax collectors, etc yet he didn’t partake in their sin nor did he support/encourage them in their sin. Christ forgave, and had compassion for all sinners, but when he forgave these people and healed them, he would say, “Now go and sin no more.”

Every. Single. Time. (To my recollection, correct me if I’m wrong)

The reason why I choose not to support the LGBT movement is because those values (homosexuality, lust, trans) go against God. God created man to be with woman and only within a God ordained marriage, can they then have sex. Anything outside of that is considered a sin. Plus, regarding the trans movement, it also goes against God’s creation because we are created in his image and God doesn’t make mistakes when creating someone.

When I stand before God, yeah, he’s gonna ask me what I did in my life. But in turn he’s also gonna ask you what you did in your life.

That post might’ve portrayed me out to be “I hate LGBT”, but I’m honestly just annoyed because all this pride stuff is being shoved in my face everywhere I look. I just disagree with the LGBT movement and do not support it. I have many friends both in-game and in real life who are “alphabet’ people, but it doesn’t affect our friendship (on my end at least). I TRY not to judge, because Jesus also called us not to judge. But just like you are allowed to disagree with the way I live (am Christian), I am also allowed to disagree with the way you live. That is not hateful. It’s just disagreement in lifestyles.

If you think disagreement is hateful and bigotry, maybe re-think your definition of disagreement. Even so, learning to agree to disagree is a very valuable skill in life. There are 8 billion ? people on this planet and I guarantee that most if not all of them think differently than you do and will disagree with you (not just on LGBT but other things too). And learning to cope with that and learning to cope with the concept of being “offended” is also a really valuable skill in life; you’re gonna be offended in this life.

Plus, the concept of pride is a sin. It doesn’t even have to be surrounding the LGBT movement, pride of anything is considered a sin by God’s standards.

And then about the non binary spirits thing; yeah that might be canon in Sky, but I still see them as women and men. And I am allowed to do that because I am allowed to have an opinion. Just like you are allowed to have an opinion. You can tell me a thousand times that in Sky canon, the spirits are non-binary and go by they/them pronouns, but I’m still gonna see them as men and women and he/her pronouns, respectively. Plus, these are just video game characters so the concept of “misgendering” them is impossible. At the end of the day, it’s just pixels on your screen.

Feel free to shoot me another “ask” if you want to respond anonymously.

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zoke-coke · 6 months

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Okay here’s some emo band au shit. There are multiple bands, as the total drama part of the au itself is a battle of the bands competition. We got

BANDS:

The Drama Brothers

The one canon band. They’re a combination of every boy band—nonfiction AND fiction—ever. Consists of the same four (+ Sasquatchanakwa) as in the show.

System Flowers

I know I always call them “the emo band”, but they’re not really one set subculture. I mean, Duncan’s punk, Alejandro’s emo, Mal’s a metalhead, and Zoey’s goth at her core, but if you asked me to list their songs I’d give you an MCR album. Which makes me wonder, if they’re this universe’s MCR, does Twilight exist? Does 50 Shades exist? Does After exist, but as Drama Brothers? Anyway, their #1 rival band is the Drama Brothers. They also all kiss sometimes. They consist of:

Zoey - lead vocalist, can not play an instrument (represented in logo as a pink violet)

Mike (Mal/Svetlana) - guitar and bassist AND stunt artist (Svetlana) (represented in logo as a blue forget me not)

Duncan - drummer (represented in logo as a green button pom)

Heather - manager/keys (represented in logo as a white……..heather)

Alejandro - guitarist and vocalist (represented in logo as a red rose) (added to the band as competition to Justin)

Prime Time Lobotomy

Dark folk band composed of loons (affectionate and serious). Occasionally, they have screamo-like vocals with their fairy folk instrumentals. They’re probably all sapphics but I won’t say who dates who. The women:

Dawn - lead vocalist, but plays the flute when not singing.

Izzy - fiddle player, constantly tries to convince Dawn to let her yodel in the middle of random songs. She says she IS the lobotomy in the band name.

Jo - acoustic guitar. She was a last minute addition, but was convinced by Dawn. She said her soul needed some fun.

Eva - hand drums, or anything she can bang on.

SOLOISTS:

Courtney

Courtney was a ghostwriter who wrote music for various artists, who after her teenage years put out her own songs on YouTube and became an internet singer. She eventually became a big pop star, and that’s where she’s at now. I’d say she’s like… this universe’s Taylor? But I don’t know if I CAN say that

Gwen

True goth girl. She writes on her own, but doesn’t really put any music out; she was accepted into the battle of the bands through a random raffle. Princess Charm School style. The first friend she really makes in this whole thing is Courtney. Courtney finds her weird, but… charming.

José

Before Alejandro joined System Flowers, he was in a duo music act with his brother. While their act was extremely successful, it was obvious José was the favorite and he knew it. He’d constantly put Alejandro down and take any spotlight he had. One performance Alejandro has enough of his bullshit and they have a very violent split, and he joins this competition as a way to get back at him.

HOSTS:

Geoff and Bridgette

They’re married :) talk show hosts, a lot easier to talk to than Chris.

Chris McLean.

The main host. Put the show on to not give popularity to others, but to gain it himself. He was a one hit wonder years ago, for “I Wanna Be Famous”.

Yeah that’s it 👍 uhhhh oh yeah to clear up any confusion the contestants are all in their 20s, out of college. And it’s kinda just gen 1 and gen 2 cast. For now

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zillasvilla · 1 month

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Beyond the Lights

V. Chapter Five: Out of the Ordinary

Summary: Soraya spent the last couple of weeks working her way back into her family and friend dynamic, all while keeping Jey a secret.

Warnings: slight use of the n-word. Some fluff i think.

No mood board. Just words. Been feeling uceyjucey, so here’s more into their relationship. Also trying to speed things up a little bit.

Soraya opens the door to greet a somewhat smiling Trinity, with a hand on her hips. “Mhm. I should sue for emotional distress.”

“Sorry?” A nervous grin spreading across her face. They stared each other down until Trinity finally caved.

“Bitch, you could’ve told somebody.” Trinity pulls her into a hug. “Had us thinking you weren’t coming back.”

Soraya bites back a laugh, while hugging Trinity. It had been a couple of weeks since her return and she was slowly calling family and friends to work her way back in the dynamics of her family.

“I wanted it to be a surprise, I’m sorry girl.” she pulls back letting her come in.

Trinity brushes her off, scanning over her cousin’s living room, taking note of the men’s shoes by her sectional. She had a feeling she knew who it was from the car that was parked outside. However, she didn’t want to jump to conclusions.

“Oh you’re good.” Trinity closes the door, making herself comfortable. “Just glad you’re back. And that song girl, I’m in love.”

“Which one?” she asks, leading her to the kitchen where a bottle of wine was opened, two wine glasses ready.

Trinity sits on one of the black leather barstools, leaning back while watching Soraya pour them each a glass. “Personal, cause that shit he did felt personal.”

“Yeah, I wrote that in the heat of all the drama.” She had actually wrote it after what the Breakfast Club had to say about her. She just shelved it, deciding to let the world suffer without her talents.

Welcome back to the breakfast club with Dj Envy, Charlamange tha God, and JessHilarious. Trending topic of the day, Xl artist Dame. My sources say Dame had his entire catalog removed from all streaming services, essentially stopping his main source of income. Allegedly, this was due to his songs, promoting his other lifestyle, others believe it was due his alleged “mistress” RnB artist Sariah. If it is the latter, why. You ended a career over a man not claiming you for real, when y’all were in a publicity stunt is wild. Alleged relationship. She has yet to come out to tell her side. But I agree. These females are different. If anything her credibility as an artist is shot. Start calling her Fatal Attraction.

“I hate that you didn’t trust us enough to talk to us. We would’ve helped.” Trinity brings up the elephant in the room. She had hoped to skate around the topic. Yet, the purpose of her growth is to face things head on. She knew Trinity was probably affected the most.

She spent a lot of nights in her bed crying her eyes out. Jimmy, leaving to sleep in the guest room. Soraya bites at the inside of her cheek. “We were worried about you Raya.” Her family and friends probably were worried, but her mental health was more important than coddling their need to seem like heroes. She was sorry for not telling them, but she wasn’t sorry for leaving.

“I get it. I do.” She looks at Trin. “I’m sorry for not telling you guys. “I didn’t want to drag you guys in that mess.”

”It’s all cool girl, at the end of the day it’s your life..anyways. I know you didn’t invite me over here for this. What’s really up?” Trinity grabs the bottle, pouring herself another glass of the sweet red wine.

Soraya tucks her lip between her teeth. “Dame is out.”

”Oh I know, how do you feel?”

Hearing his name again brought up some past emotions and trauma and she wasn’t sure how to react to him being out. It wouldn’t be an issue if every journalist didn’t bring him up during her interviews, they just didn’t care.

”I just hope he doesn’t break the NDA.” She mutters, but Trinity heard every word; slapping her hands on the island in shock.

”NDA!?”

Soraya’s eyes widened, forgetting that no one knew about it but them and their lawyers. “fuck” she curses, downing the wine, and refilling her glass, mentally preparing for the insane amount of questions Trinity was bound to ask. “You can’t tell anyone.”

Soraya sighs, closing the door behind Trinity, she peeks out to see her finally driving off. The hard footsteps coming down the stairs let her know Jey was just waking up from his nap. He stretches his arms and back, making his way over to her. “She's gone?”

”Mhm, finally.” She turns to him, a smile forming on her face at his sleepy eyes.

Jey rests his arms on her shoulder, looking down at her. “We gotta tell them you know.”

She frowns. “I know. But I like what we got going on. Don’t you?” His face morphed into that of confusion, fingers scratching at the back of his neck. Soraya didn’t like that he took forever to respond.

“Joshua.” His name slipped from her lips in a questionably tone. “It’s only been a few weeks since we became official.”

Jey had to choose his words carefully. He didn’t want to start an argument, not before he had to leave for work. He presses a kiss to her head. “Let’s not talk about this right now.” His arms wrapping around her, to pull her in a hug,

“We need to talk about i-.” His lips press softly to hers to shut her up. She hums, relaxing into his hold, catching on to what he was doing. She didn’t care, as long as his lips never left hers.

He pulls back with a chuckle, seeing her eyes closed and her lips still puckered up. He gives her a quick kiss. “Kissing me still doesn’t hide the fact that we gotta talk about it.” She tells him.

“We do. Just not now.” He grabs her hands, leading her to the sectional. “I wanna chill before I leave.” He sits on the couch, pulling her into the spot next to him. Soraya moves closer to his side, his arm draped over the side of the couch.

“So, we chillin’ in silence.?” She questions, looking at him.

“Uh no.” He leans closer, with a bite of his lip. “I had more in mind.”

“What did you have in mind?” She follows his lead, a small smirk on her face. He presses a tender kiss to her mouth, the hand holding hers pulling her over his lap. She lets out a soft gasp, using it to his advantage to explore her mouth with his tongue. The kiss became heated while he hugged her close. Their phones ringing in union breaks them apart, a soft sigh leaving her lips.

“Can’t be great huh.” He jokes, pulling out his phone. In agreement, she grabs her phone.

Soraya stays seated in her favorite spot, his hands rubbing at her thighs. They tend to whatever work business they had quickly, in hopes to get lost within each other again. However, this is not the case. Jey puts his phone back in his pocket while sliding his feet into the sneakers by the couch, keeping her in his arms. He plants kisses along her shoulder, waiting for her to finish. she leans more into his touch.

“Everything good?”

She drops her phone on the couch. “Yeah, yeah. You?”

He shakes his head. “My flight got pushed up an hour, something about weather conditions.”

“So, you gotta leave now?” A pout on her lips. He gives her a quick kiss, while standing up with her in his arms. “I do.” Her arms wrap around his neck, holding her self up, slightly slipping. “But I’ll be back in a few weeks.” Jey holds her up by the thighs while walking to the front door, turning his back to it.

“That’s a long time.” She tells him.

”A kiss for the road?” He asked, puckering his own lips. She giggles, kissing him, letting him take the lead while slowly dropping her legs. He rubs her side, to her backside, a quiet moan escaping her lips. He hums, pulling back still placing kisses to her lips repeatedly.

“I’ll call you when I’m there.” He grabs his keys from her entry table. She nods, walking him out, knowing if he kissed her again, she would make him stay and he would never leave. Once he left, she let out a giddy squeal, rushing to grab her phone, pulling up his message thread.

Lights, Camera, Action or Conceited.

She was going to wait, but he put her in such a good mood that she wanted to drop one of the songs to her album tonight. He’s heard samples of both, and she trusted his opinion. The three dots dance across her phone before disappearing. She frowns and they pop up again and she gets slightly irritated, forgetting that he was driving.

Come on lil nigga. 😊

Jey 💙: 😒 you lucky yo ass cute. Conceited

Zilla’s Villagers:

@justazzi @yana3sworld @wrestlingprincess80 @abadbitchblogs @courtninacole @kill-the-artiste @destinio1 @reci1996 @mindairy @kill-the-artiste

#jey uso x black!reader #jey uso x black!oc #original character #roman reigns #black oc #black character

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This is kind of a wild thing to admit, but when my best friend and I were kids (like 12-13), we had an entire MHA RP and we used a lot of OCs we found randomly online. Obviously we grew out of that pretty fast, and as an adult now I look back on it with a little bit of guilt cause ya know, they were other people’s characters and I don’t think we understood why that was a weird thing to do at that age?

Anyway, long story short, Inori was one of the characters we used the most and I had honestly completely forgotten that I just saw him while browsing google one day and I loved his design, so I used him. I haven’t even thought about that RP in several years, but I thought you might get a kick out of knowing that Inori has been happily living on my Tomodachi Life island for AGES now. He’s one of the first Miis I added and he’s actually married to another person’s MHA OC (who we wrote as his love interest in the RP back in the day too 😅) He’s one of my favorites on there, and it didn’t strike me until today how his original artist had no idea about any of this!

I just thought you might laugh a little about it! I really hope that doesn’t upset or offend you in any way 😅 If it does, I genuinely do apologize. It’s not something I would ever do now, obviously!

TLDR: Inori is alive and well in my Tomodachi Life and my best friend and I really loved your art as kids :)

Genuinely feeling a mixed of things about this, so I waited to sleep on it before responding. And the lasting thought I had the past couple of days since getting this ask was "Oh yeah, been there, done that."

In my early internet RPing days, I too was just a kid that took random pics online willy-nilly bc I thought it no harm to do so, especially for something silly as a random rp online. Obviously, like u & ur friends, I realized later on how bad it was to just take someone else's character and make it your own, w/o consent from the original artist-- especially as an artist myself.

The overall thing I'm willing to say on this is that I'm glad you guys loved my art (and Inori especially apparently!! 😂). I can probably assume you guys weren't being malicious about it, and if someone had ever pointed it out back then, u probably would have stopped. 😅 But what's done is done, and I did get a laugh at Inori living in ur Tomodachi Life.

#hope he's living his best mii life in there honestly #that lil blorbo #i thought i would be offended but like as a kid i also made those same mistakes so ykno i understand #jokes on me

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rintarousgirl · 9 months

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i wanna be yours -- 4. fluorescent adolescent

✦ - Y/N is a small business owner, offering her services not only as a designer but an at-home makeup artist and cosmetic producer as well. She's perfectly content with her small life when she's approached by the manager of the INARIZAKI band, asking for her to fill the position of backstage artist on short notice. Needing the money, and wanting the experience, Y/N agrees. Little does she know of the fatal attraction she will share with the band's lead, Suna Rintarou.

a/n: there is heavy alcohol use and vomiting in this, but it's fairly quick so don't worry about missing much if you need to skip it!

Suna's voice was angelic.

That was the only way you could describe it. His voice still held that sweet-smooth quality, sugared words dripping from his lips like honey. You tried to focus on the lyrics, how sweet they probably were considering the girls screaming in the audience. You knew they probably wrote love songs considering they were attractive young men. But you couldn't focus on the song itself, not even the pounding of the drums of the thick bass line.

You couldn't keep your eyes (and ears) off Suna.

He was wonderful, more than wonderful. Beautiful maybe, or alluring.

And it continued like that for the rest of the night. Occasionally Atsumu would run off stage, grabbing a few waters for the rest of them. You managed to coax Osamu off stage to fix his hair, seeing as the hat and sweat had made it stick up.

For the next two and a half hours, you sat there, borderline mesmerized by the band. Kita sometimes would cheer at the end of songs, sitting in his chair by the steps. He seemed just as invested as you did.

As the band did a small q&a to end off the concert, you make your way over to Kita on the stairs.

"I want to do the tour for you," you say softly, hoping none of the mics on the edge of the stage would pick up your voice. "I liked today. A lot."

Kita smiles. "I knew you would," he says confidently, "I was being truthful when I said I had faith in you. I'm not a kind person, Y/N, you can ask anyone. I'm told I'm blunt and rude. I would not install all this false confidence in you if I didn't think today would work out."

You feel a little bashful blush grow on your cheeks, and you return his small smile with a beam of your own. "Thank you, Kita. It really means a lot."

""Course. Oh, and by the way, you'll be paid for this by next week. And you'll get a better pay for tour. I just realized we'd never discussed payment."

You wave your hand, "It gets lost in the rush to get the job done. Just remind me when I should stop by and pick it up."

Kita nods, looking back over to the stage. "There's an after party tonight, and there's going to be a few friends invited. You're welcome to attend, I'd be willing to drive you."

"That would be great! I'd love to go."

Your small conversation is cut off by the band ending the q&a. They blow kisses and wave, and they're happy. That's what matters. They're sweaty and gross and panting so hard it looks like they're about to pass out but they're happy. They come off stage, laughing and chatting. Suna's even smiling too, beaming as he runs a hand through his sweaty hair.

Aran's the first to approach you, slinging an arm around your shoulders. "How'd we do?" he asks teasingly, a biting grin on his lips.

"Great," you say honestly, "I was shocked."

He laughs. "I know, I saw you. Your jaw was on the floor."

You match his laugh with a giggle of your own. You brush your hair from your face. "Can you blame me? The music was great."

Aran nods, licking his lips. "Did Kita invite you to the after party?"

"Yes," you say, "where is it exactly?"

"The twins. They're loaded, like...their family is. They got this huge condo out on the beach. It's the best place to party, so it'll be there. I assume you'll catch a ride with someone?"

"Yeah, with Kita."

Aran smiles. "Good. I'm curious to see what kind of person you are when you aren't all stressed."

You hit his arm lightly. "Hey! I'm pretty relaxed right now!"

"Sure, whatever you say."

You don't notice Suna's gaze from the across the room, his eyes squinting, and his lip bitten. Aran does though, and swiftly moves his arm from around your shoulder and brings you over to the main conversation.

Aran wasn't joking when he said the Miya twins were loaded. When you pulled up outside of their mansion, trailing behind Kita's car in your own, you couldn't help the way your eyes widened.

Walking in, you were greeted by music, some hip-hop rap beat that wasn't familiar to you in any manner, but you could see a group of people in the kitchen and the smell of alcohol. You and Kita were a bit late, having been the ones to hang back and clean the rented space as the band met up with their friends at the Miya's house.

You enter the kitchen, feeling multiple sets of eyes on you. "Guys," Kita says, "This is Y/N, the new makeup artist."

There's a soft bout of silence, and you watch as multiple sets of eyes fall on Suna, who gives a half-hearted shrug. You tuck that little piece of information into the back of your mind to ask about later.

A girl, the only one other than yourself, walks towards you. She holds out her hand, and her cheeks are a flushed pink. "Hi! I'm Hitoka Yachi! Though you can just call me 'Chi, that's what most people do."

You take her hand with a smile. "Hi, I'm Y/N. It's good to know these guys have friends that are women. I started to feel a bit secluded," you joke to which she giggles and nods. She's clearly anxious, struggling to not stutter through her words with her anxiety. You mentally thank her for stepping up though, considering nobody else seemed quite interested in doing so.

Overtime you learn the other's name. There's Oikawa Tooru and Takahiro Hanamaki from the two-partner band SEITWO. They mainly talk to the Kita and Aran, but Hanamaki smiles at you from the kitchen island when you grab your third shot of the night. There's Yachi's fellow band members of KARA3UNO, Kageyama and Yamaguchi who you've heard of. At least, you know them better than you knew INARIZAKI.

There's also a man named Sakusa Kiyoomi, who seems to hang around the twins. You know of him a lot better than anyone else in the room. He was a famous producer, having produced some of your favorite albums. You were the most scared to talk to him. Like, you were the lowly makeup artist. Nobody else had bothered to invite their makeup artist. Though, then again, nobody else brought along their managers yet Kita was here with you.

Slowly, as the night progressed, you loosen up. You down more shots, and at one point you end up doing some disney karaoke with Yachi. Your voice is mediocre compared to the professional singer's, but people cheer for you nonetheless as the two of you dance around wasted.

Eventually, the shots you took for fun become shots you feel like you need to take. Shake of the edge that manages to keep crawling around your shoulders like a blanket.

Yachi bites her lip, drunk herself but not on the same level as you as you come stumbling to sit next to each other. Yachi steals a sip from the beer in your hand, and you hiccup, trying not to drop it.

"Uh," you mumble, "Who was the old makeup artist--for, uh, INARIZAKI?"

Yachi processes the question for a second, her face a bit sour.

"Kiyoko?"

You nod, feeling a bit dizzy. The name seems familiar, but in your muddy drunk mind you can't really remember much.

"She's like...my best friend. She's the only reason I really have a career at all, actually. When she worked for the band, she introduced me to..uh Sakusa, and he signed me up with Tobio and Tadashi."

"Seems sweet," you say truthfully, but there's still this sense that there's something wrong going on in your mind.

"Yeah, uh, she quit though...obviously. She quit because--"

Yachi must've been talking a lot louder than you thought you guys were because Suna strides over and pulls you upright. "'Chi," he greets with a nod, and she smiles.

"Sunarin," she replies, a nickname you recall Atsumu frequently calling Suna.

"I think Kageyama is trying to find you, seemed a bit urgent."

Yachi's brows furrow, and slowly she stands, your beer still in her hand as she calls out for her band member. Once she's out of the picture, Suna turns to face you, and you realize just how close you two were.

There are only inches between you, and you know you're both drunk, but Suna is easily one of the soberest people in the house. His arm is around your waist, and he quickly removes it, an embarrassed flush tinting his cheeks.

"Wanted me all to yourself, didn't ya, Sunarin," you tease, the alcohol allowing the words to flow freely from your brain to your mouth. Suna seems to notice this, a grimace on his lips.

"If you're going to call me any nicknames, I'd rather it be Rin."

"Okay, Rin," you draw out the 'n', but it still manages to snag a smile out of him.

"You're drunk," he points out, as the two of you walk. You notice you're going into an area of the house you don't recognize, but that isn't on the front of your mind right now. You're too focused on how pretty Suna---Rintarou looked in the dim lighting of the hallway you were in.

The sounds of the others partying deafens around you, and you don't want to hear anything but Rintarou's voice. "You're so pretty, Rin," you slur, your head lolling onto his shoulder. "I shoulda told you after the show. You sounded amazing."

"Thank you," he says softly, trying to direct you into a straight line. "You're very pretty too, Y/N." the words are truthful, you can tell that much, but there's this disappointed and almost sad quality to his voice.

"What's wrong?" you ask, blinking the daze from your eyes. Rintarou looks at you, chewing on his lip. He opens his mouth to say something but suddenly your stomach is churning and you're gagging into your palm.

Rintarou acts immediately, pushing you into a nearby bathroom and kneeling you next to the toilet. He pulls your hair from your face just as you finally vomit, the contents of your stomach emptying.

It was mainly fluids, considering you hadn't eaten much. The regurgitated alcohol burned your throat, and you coughed and dry-heaved even after you'd finished. Rintarou gave you a roll of paper, which you wiped your mouth with before flushing it down the toilet.

Closing the lid, you leaned back against the wall.

"Fuck," you groan, "I am so sorry, Rintarou."

He tilts his head. "For what?"

You laugh, out of absurdity of the whole situation. Usually you were more responsible than this, and you would limit yourself. The last time you got yourself this drunk was with your friends, and Akaashi had to drive you home, considering you couldn't drive yourself.

You probably wouldn't be able to tonight either, even if you were more sober now.

"For ruining your night," you explain. "I-I'm better than this. I was stupid." You place your hands on your face, trying to hide the tears threatening to pop up in your eyes and the shame being clear on your face.

He takes your wrists in his hands, and he holds them. He holds your wrists gently, and your fingers brush his lips. That's how close you guys were. He's kneeling in front of you, despite your breath no doubt reeking of alcohol and the fact you looked like a mess.

"You were having fun, that's what matters. You didn't ruin anything. Actually, you made my night a lot more interesting. Gave me something to pay attention to other than the idiots out there."

He laughs at his own words, and you try not to look too shocked. It's probably the most he's ever said to you, and you feel a smile make it's way onto your face.

"I'm still gonna feel bad."

Rintarou shrugged. "Well, I'm not judging you."

"Thanks," you deadpan, which pulls out a huff of laughter. Rintarou sighs, and runs a hand through his hair.

"Do you want tea? I kind of want tea, my voice is shot."

"Tea sounds pretty nice right now."

The two of you walk down to the kitchen, taking a less-public path. The Miya condo was big, so that means there were multiple ways of getting to the same room. This way, you could avoid the others still partying in the living room.

Rintarou goes quiet again, sensing that they didn't need to talk. It was nice not needing to fill the silence between you two with chatter. It's nice silence, soft and quiet. You sit at the island counter and watch as he manages to find some teabags in the pantry and begins to make tea for the two of you.

As the water boils, you rest your chin in your hand. "Again," you sigh, "I'm really sorry again. I know you said you wouldn't judge or whatever, but like, I'm still sorry. You should be able to drink and have fun with your friends."

"You're my friend," he points out, "I"m having more fun sitting here making tea then listening to Kageyama try to sing Taylor Swift songs."

You laugh, shoulders trembling. Rintarou smiles, shaking his head.

"You barely know me. Why are you doing me favors?" it isn't that serious of a question, but Rintarou takes it as one. He frowns, placing a cup in front of you.

"I know I'm not the best conversationalist but...you're new, this is your first introduction to the celebrity world. I guess I just want to make sure you don't get lost along the way or something like that."

"Sweet sentiment," you tease, "are you drawn to me, Rin? Couldn't possibly leave me alone?"

He huffs. "Are you sure you're not still drunk?"

"Not entirely."

"Well, either way, it's pretty pathetic that those guys--" he points to the living room, "are my only friends."

Your brows furrow. "Actually?"

He sighs. "Can't have many friends when you're famous. Doesn't end well."

"Oh?"

Rintarou looks down at the table and blows out a heavy breath. Then he turns around and takes the teapot off the stove. He puts the teabags into the cups and pours them.

"Is it why Kiyoko quit?"

You watch as his back goes straight and frigid, and you immediately know that it's the wrong question. Slowly, he turns around and pours your cup.

"I'm sorry--Fuck, that was a stupid question--"

"It's fine," he mutters, "There's a bunch of rumors about it anyway, I was kind of waiting for you to ask."

"Still, uh, it's clearly not a fun topic."

"You're right," Rintarou says, and picks up his cup and takes a sip. "But I'd rather not talk about it. Not yet at least."

"Okay," you accept, thankful that he was at least honest with you about it. You'd rather wait than hear some lie because he felt pressured to tell you. You didn't want to ruin...whatever you two were becoming anyway. It felt good to have a friend other than Kita in the band.

Well, you could consider Aran a friend, but he didn't pay much attention to you anyway. He was nice, but you really only talked to him because of his brother.

You take a sip of the tea, and it's warm and nice. The taste is strong but not overpowering, and Rintarou had just made it perfectly.

"Do you like tea?" you ask softly, lowering your cup.

Rintarou nods. "It's good for your vocal cords. A lot better than coffee. Yachi's voice is gonna be fried because she drinks so much coffee. She doesn't believe me."

You giggle. "Give her some of your tea, maybe she'll be convinced. It's really good. Better than any tea I've ever had."

"Thanks," RIntarou smiles, "I've been wanting to make boba sometime soon, try out new things."

"I'd like to make boba with you!" you beam, "I love boba tea."

He chuckles. "We, uh, we could plan something. Do I have your number?"

You shake your head and take out your phone. You slide it over to him, and let him type in his number. He sends a quick text to himself, before giving it back to you.

"I'd like that," you say. "Uh, this may sound weird, but could I take a photo for my twitter? I like to post on there a lot."

Rintarou laughs and nods. "Feel free. I like to post a lot too; my twitter page is a mess."

You take a photo of the two of you, and then take a picture of your two teacups. You quickly post both to your twitter account and send a 0.5 of Rintarou's face to Akaashi just to send him an update that you were in fact alive.

Rintarou makes a face when you snap the picture, and he gently pushed your phone down so you're looking at his eyes. "Couldn't possibly not have me in your camera roll, huh?"

He's playing on your own teasing words, and you let out a soft giggle. "I like taking photos of my friends."

"Good to know, because so do I."

And in a moment of surprise, he lifts his own phone and takes a rapid number of photos. You're caught off guard, and flinch as his flash goes off multiple times. You laugh, loud and free as you try and raise your hands to block the camera.

Eventually, he puts the phone down with a sigh. "How can I take good photos of you if you won't let me see your face?" he pouts, and it's so over-exaggerated that you couldn't help but laugh again.

And you did end up driving home that night, with multiple photos of Rintarou in your camera roll and an airy warmth in your chest.

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★ - y/n is usually a responsible drinker (as she said) but she let herself get loose tonight because she really enjoyed the concert (despite the nerves she was attempting to shake off) and hopes her job lasts

★ - the next chapter is going to have A LOT of smau stuff to make up for the lack of it in this chap. i just needed to get in the suna & y/n interactions for whats to come next ;)

★ - suna isn't a big drinker. he'll have one or two beers and that's it, which also means he's usually the designated driver.

★ - yachi had already had a few drinks prior to meeting y/n, so that's why she wasn't as nervous as she is shown in canon! though, she will be more nervous next time they talk lol

★ - more kiyoko lore ?? coming soon hehe

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Did they get a postive response from adding those Gortash lines? I thought a bunch of people hateing on it instead? Also what if they removed the lines to change them a go a diffrent direction. I'm sorry. I have a lot of worry they wont do something I agee with.

The overwhelming reaction was positive. Durgetash artists went on Twitter to celebrate, and the small but passionate fans of the ship went nuclear here and on Twitter, and helped BG3 trend, yada yada, tale as old as time.

Most people don't care about Durgetash or Gortash. The majority of people you hear from would be the people who like both of those things. It's also a small ship.

The haters of that ship are even smaller in comparison, because the hand that reaches out will always touch more than the hand clenched into a fist.

And the only "legitimate" complainers, who don't just dislike the ship on principle, are the whiners who keep insisting their durges are lesbians, and how dare Larian "force" them into a relationship with a man - which is literally not what Larian did.

No one bitches about how Gale's ORIGIN completely precludes him from being gay.

I see no reason why you can't similarly have Durge's ORIGIN make them attracted to men. Or, you know. Enver is special.

Oh. And also. It's so fucking platonic, if you want it to be. Stop being stupid and just say you don't like Durgetash. It's as easy as that.

Stop using "lesbophobic" as a handy label for your self righteous soapbox. You just don't like the ship, and that's fine. It's FINE. But acting like Durgetash is lesbophobic - oh, go play a Tav.

And also, Astarion and Gale and Wyll better not flirt with you in game, even though you can tell them to fuck off, or else they're lesbophobic too.

That's the only discourse that gained traction on Twitter. As far as I know.

If Larian had made Gale wear blackface or something, and people got pissed, then yeah. They'd back up on that, and get rid of it pronto.

But Durgetash???

Aside from the general evil antics, they're not that fucking controversial of a ship.

Most people don't even PLAY the Dark Urge.

I don't know how to stress this any other way...

People act like Durgetashers are loud - we're honestly not that loud.

Astarion fans are far louder, and yet, the most romanced companion is SHADOWHEART and then Laezel and KARLACH.

He's not even in the top 3. And yet, he dominates the content on Twitter and Tumblr... he's definitely more popular than Gortash or the Dark Urge or Durgetash together...but his fans are still technically the damn minority.

So Durgetash in comparison to Starries???

Infinitesimal.

And Durgetash haters?

Would be even smaller.

So what I'm saying is...

I'm kind of tired of answering asks about this.

I don't KNOW for certain whether or not this is Larian backing up or walking forward, and while I don't believe they'd walk back on this, and especially not for a handful of people, it kind of annoys me to even think about things outside of my control.

now if Larian makes a big grand statement and says actually we totally rescind something WE WROTE AND ADDED TO THE GAME because some people got mad...then I'll call them cucks, and complain.

But as of right now?

As far as I know personally, and assume in my heart... it's neutral.

The lines are probably just bugged. Also, not ALL of them are bugged either, so.

Please stop freaking out, guys.

I am the world's biggest resident durgetash freak, and I'm shrugging at this, and just saying it's a bug.

Don't let it bother you. It's out of your control, regardless.

(And I stress again - if we find out they're legitimately backing away from something they did...they have the spine of a ham sandwich. But until we know that for sure, I won't condemn them for this, because as far as we know, it is legitimately an accident.)

#durgetash #please stop asking me about this #i dont know what you want from me #i just dont think theyre walking back on it #peartree was totally different #after this addition too #even if they do alter lines i just believe its still going to be durgetash coded anyway #although if theyre changing them so soon lmao cuz theyre embarrassed and want to make them a little less #idk cheesy maybe #then damn larian you have no self esteem #stick to your fucking guns #dont you stand by your own writing at all #stop letting fans change how you write #grow a fucking spine #if youre gonna add durgetash then add durgetash #if youre gonna remove it then go ahead and be a bitch and remove the only character you bothered to give gortash #but dont sneak back and try to edit shit that you already sent out #but also im sorry if its just a hotfix bug #then this is me being mean for no reason and i apologize

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