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LOOK LIKE WE IN LOVE
in which y/n drags miles to a photo booth!
fem!reader x e-42! miles morales
fluff ( i hope )
warnings!: suggestive jokes? i depict miles kinda nonchalant, yikes.
based off this ask
a/n: okie soooo i tried my best to fulfill the request. i hope this is up to expectations. this one was so cute to write. also, i watched so many photo booth couple videos on tt and it was lowks depressing 😞 but i had so much fun writing this! as always, spanish speaking reader in mind! i provide translations for this one cuz searching up the translation is VERY inaccurate.
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summer break had finally started and what better way to spend it than going to the mall with your boyfriend? you walked around intently, hand intertwined with miles’. his serious demeanor deeply contrasted the big smile on your face. you had begged him to accompany you to this very specific mall.
“baby, where are you taking me?” he murmured as you dragged him to god knows where.
“just waittt. ya mero llegamos.” you exclaimed. miles simply sighed and went along with your antics. you walked a little more until you finally stopped in front of a box? with a curtain?
“ta daaaa!” you announced, letting go of miles’ hand. miles only looked at the box and back at you, with a clearly very confused look on his face. you groaned, “the photobooth like the ones from the tik toks i’ve sent you!”
“ohh. pues, you coulda just said that.” he chuckled, as he opened the curtain and motioned for you to get inside the booth. you rolled your eyes, “¡vámonos vámonos! taking your sweet ass time.” miles joked as you got in, yelping in surprise as he slapped your ass.
“miles!”
“chill!” he laughed.
“that shit hurt!” you glared at miles with a pout on your face.
he only smirked, “pues, te lo puedo sobar.”
( well, i could massage it for you )
“¡cohcino!” you slapped your boyfriends shoulder as he got inside the booth.
( nasty! )
“im just playing, mami. okay come on let’s get this over with.” he closed the curtain as you read the instructions.
“wanna pay for this and i’ll pay for lunch?” you offer knowing damn well he’d pay for both regardless.
“mhm.” miles took out 4 dollars from his wallet and inserted the bills in to the machine. the machine started rambling on about instructions and miles looked at you. “can’t believe you got me doing this shit.” your boyfriend laughed in disbelief.
miles wrapped a hand around your waist and scooted you closer to him. you giggled, it truly was amusing on how you got this stoic of a man to be doing the most lovey-dovey shit just so he could see a smile on your face.
“now for the fun part! you have 3 chances to pose, so have fun, make sure you look at the camera” the automated voice instructed.
“put your finger as a heart!”
“seriously?” miles argued.
“get ready! 3-”
“yes! hurry!” you insisted.
miles smiles and did as you asked.
“2, 1” shutter.
there was a pause before the countdown started again. you held miles’ jaw and pressed your lips against his cheek. and miles smiled contently.
shutter.
“that one’s gonna come out so cute i just know it!” you looked at miles excitedly. on his cheek your lipgloss left a stain with the perfect imprint of your lips. miles turned to you as the countdown once again started. he placed his hands on both sides of your face, and kissed you right as the camera went off. when he finally pulled away, he simply smiled before opening the curtain to get out of the booth. you followed him out and stood silently holding his hand as you waited for the pictures to print.
once the copies came out, you quickly snatched them. “ah!!! they look so cute! thank you baby.” you engulfed him in a tight hug to which he reciprocated.
miles took one of the copies and focused only on you in the photos.
“you look gorgeous, ma.” he looked down at you and gave you that lovely smile of his. you blushed, looking down avoiding his gaze because of how nervous and giggly it made you.
bonus !
aaron sat down in front of miles who was on his phone doing god knows what.
“they messed up the order so we’re gonna have to wait a bit more.” aaron sighed.
“hm ok.” miles responded dryly.
aaron was about to make a comment about his nephews disinterest when he noticed miles had decorated his once empy clear phone case. it was pictures of miles clearly infatuated with his lover.
“your girl made you do that?” miles looked up from his phone in confusion.
“what?” uncle aaron nodded towards the phone in miles’ hands, “oh. yeah she’s been wanting do that for a while.”
aaron laughed, “she got you real wrapped around her finger huh?”
miles turned the back of his phone towards him, “yeah guess so.” he laughed along with his uncle. he admired the photos, thumb running over his phone case. his heart swelled at how beautiful you looked and how lucky he was to have you in his life.
#miles morales x reader#Miguel O’Hara#miles morales imagine#Miles Morales#hobie brown x reader#earth 42 miles morales x reader#earth 42 miles fluff#across the spiderverse#astv
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Playing with Fire: The Photobooth
Fandom: Marvel (Dad's Best Friend AU)
Pairing: DBF!Bucky x F!Reader
Summary: Your dad's coworker and best friend, Bucky, decides to tag along with you on your errands after your boyfriend bailed on you last minute.
A/N: Bucky is in his late 40s, reader in her mid to late 20s. inspo came from these recent pics of seb.
The Book Store
Further into downtown, you stop at another store that sold different types of knick knacks and gifts.
Bucky follows you out of your car and towards the store, "Yelena's birthday is coming up so I figured I can check this place out for some stuff for her."
"I'm following you, sugar," Bucky says as he enters the store and is immediately met with a plethora of color and trinkets.
You zero in on a shelf that displays little crystal figurines. You smile at the ones shaped like animals, some shaped like Pokemon and Sanrio characters.
Yelena always had a thing for elephants so you immediately pick up an elephant carving made from amethyst.
"Those are cute," Bucky says as he looks over your shoulder.
You turn to him with a grin, "Right?! Lena, would love this," you hold up the elephant with a wide smile.
"She likes elephants?"
You nod, "She likes how smart and cute they are."
Bucky watches as you head to the pay counter and ask the cashier if you could place the crystal carving there for now. When the cashier nods, you thank them and head back to Bucky.
"I just wanted to make sure I don't accidentally drop it while I look around."
Bucky continues to follow you around the store until his eyes land on a photobooth in the corner. His eyes brighten, "Oh, hey! Check this out!" He takes your hand and leads you to the booth, "Haven't used one of these since high school."
You scrunch your face up as you think, "I don't think I've actually used one of these before."
Bucky looks at you in surprise, "Really?" You shrug and he opens the curtain to it, "Well let's do one then."
You snort, "Seriously?"
"Yeah, c'mon. Better late than never, right?" He takes your hand again and pulls you in. He sits on the bench and you do your best to squeeze in beside him.
"This isn't gonna work out, here," he has you stand and then he pulls you onto his leg, "Better?"
You gulp, "Y-Yeah."
You try not to pay attention to the hand that rests on your hip as he pays and picks out the amount of pictures and strips. He leans back and points at the screen, "Okay. It's gonna count down for us before every picture. There'll be four pictures all together so be ready."
"Right. Got it. What should we do first?"
"Uuuuhhh happy?"
You giggle and you both smile when the screen counts down to one. You two work quick, "Sad?"
The both of you do your best to look sad. You frown while Bucky straight up looks like he's wailing. When the camera snaps, you lose it. You find Bucky's face absolutely hilarious and he's watching you laugh at him. You're too caught up in the moment to realize that the countdown started and took your picture.
"Oh crap. Uuuuhhh, silly face?" he asks and you nod.
You blow out your cheeks and cross your eyes. He pulls out his ears and sticks his tongue out.
He pulls back the curtain again and has you step out first. You realize how warm you are now so you start to fan yourself. He walks out with a grin, "That was fun."
He leans against the booth while waiting for the pictures to print, "I can't believe you never used one of these before."
"Just never caught my interest, I guess. But I definitely see the appeal now. I'll have to come back with Yelena to use it."
Bucky cocks a brow, "Not your boyfriend?"
Your smile weakens at the mention of your boyfriend, "Oh, um, John doesn't like taking pictures together. He thinks they're dumb."
Bucky's brows raise, "Thinks they're dumb?"
You shrug, "He thinks taking pictures together and posting them is like showing off. So he said he doesn't need to show off our relationship because we both know we're in one. I don't really get it, but I got tired of arguing with him on wanting to have keepsakes for memories," you look down in shame. The only person who knows how John is like is Yelena. When around your dad, John puts up a front. Like he's the perfect guy to you. He's not bad, but sometimes he's not good either.
"And this is the same boyfriend who ditched you today?" Bucky asks with a look on his face you can't even decipher. Is he mad? Annoyed?
"He didn't necessarily ditch me, Bucky. He had a deadline to meet for his capstone project."
"Right and I'm sure he already knew of this deadline and proceeded to procrastinate anyway."
You cross your arms over your chest defensively, "What's your issue with him? You don't even know him, Bucky."
"You're right, I don't, but from just the little information you've given me today, I don't think he's the right guy for you."
"Don't think you have a say in the guys I get involved with, Bucky," you say with a scoff and turn around to walk away but he grabs you by the elbow, "Wait, wait."
You turn back to him and raise a brow, arms crossed over your chest. He sighs, "I'm sorry. I just know you deserve better."
"Thanks but I'll be the judge of that, Bucky. I'm an adult. I'm responsible for my own decisions."
"Yeah. I know, but still. You deserve to be with someone who isn't afraid to show you off, ya know? Makes time with you and does everything to make you happy."
You nod, "I know. Thanks, Bucky."
"Sure," he lets you go to continue to shop for Yelena.
#bucky x reader#bucky barnes x reader#dbf!bucky#dbf!bucky x reader#bucky imagine#bucky barnes imagine#marvel imagine#f!reader#fem!reader#female!reader
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Valentine's Series #2: Photobooth in Jeju | seonghwa x reader
Pairing: park seonghwa x reader
Genre, fluff, romance
Summary: For your first Valentine's together, Seonghwa takes you to Jeju where you come across the cutest photobooth.
Word Count: 472 words
Seonghwa adored your whimsical ways and how positive you were, even if the situation was not the best. You didn’t pretend and always found joy in the little moments the two of you shared. He noticed the first time you met - the glitter and glimmer in your eyes when you passed by the flower store or the street market when you saw and smelled the most delicious treats. He had seen it again on your first date and many dates after that.
Both of you were like two peas in a pod and found yourselves in a relationship as both lovers and best friends; speaking in hushed whispers and intertwining your hands as a testament of love and playfully teasing each other as a demonstration of the warm companionship shared.
For your first Valentine's together, Seonghwa decided to take you on a trip to Jeju. Despite being far away from home, the soothing island and each other’s company brought a feeling of ease and comfort. Everyday involved something captivating and fun as the two of you traversed until you didn't know the way anymore, strolling along wherever the roads took you.
On Valentine's Day, you began a mini road trip on bikes, enjoying the lush island and serene atmosphere. While Seonghwa rode in front of you, you admired his silhouette from behind and reflected just how much more you had fallen for him on this trip. If love was a person it would be him. To you, Park Seonghwa was thoughtful and devoted as he always remembered your favourite things and always tried to make time for your relationship.
Similarly, Seonghwa reflected and smiled giddily as he thought about how you were like a gentle ocean wave that was cooling on a hot day and washed away all his worries. Seonghwa was in love, something he never thought he would get to experience the way the poets talked about it. But for him, what he had with you felt similar to poetry.
During the night while you strolled through the town hand in hand, you stumbled upon a pink photobooth with retro lights. Fascinated, you guided Seonghwa and rushed to enter to take the goofiest and memorable photos for your scrapbook.
"What pose should we do next?" You asked.
Seonghwa looked at you lovingly, and instead of answering your question, he responded with three words he had been holding dear to his chest for a while.
"I love you." he whispered.
Your eyes widened in surprise, not expecting for him to confess, and you turned to him, lost in his starry eyes.
It was an intimate moment that got caught on camera: him smiling like a goofball filled with overflowing love and adoration for you while you looked back at him in the same way, with both your hands holding each other.
#ateez x reader#seonghwa x reader#seonghwa x y/n#seonghwa x you#ateez fluff#ateez series#ateez fanfic
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Cathing up with Philza Minecraft streams 15th 06
Where:
WHOOOO IS THE BIRTDAY DAY
We sit
STOP making Brian says anything Spanish, he is awfully British
Who apple gang-Yeah Crows go bake a cake for our gurl Tallulah
Excited for the birthday lets goo
4 years of being a menace in the old man’s stream sounds like an achievement
We just waiting but Short stream today, I guess?
Yay farming- Opp secret can’t see I guess
A zombie horse man???? In the farm
No comment on who he supports
TALLULAH AWAKE HAPPY birthday Tallulah
Happy dance for the birthday gurl
Silly abuelitto
Chayanne has been having to many fun with scaring the old man
Did you have the goods Chayanne??
Yay celebrate ur self gurl
Mexican bingo
Abuelitto is struggling for kids
Oopp Chayanne dipped
Coolx5 yesyesx3 awesomex5 Lets goo
Aww the pinata-A Petting ZOO-Ooh special mob
Whoahhh-What are they???-Funky squirrel horse??-STARWARS-What are they srsly????
A PHOTOBOOTH
Ah shit-The server crached-IN HER BIRTHDAY THAT’S FUK UP QSMP
QUACKITY PAYY THE SERVERRR
Education on how the server works from Phill
EYYY WE BACK
USE your MEME correctly
Ohhh show us-MANUAL PHOTOBOTH
Strong horse-AWW THEY KISSED-Give them time
Glad Tallulah love them
HOLYYY SHITTT A VENUSSS
“GO HAVE KIDDS I WANT GRANDKITS-“ oh god he is embracing the granpa experience
Yeah, you go Phil don’t listen to anyone
Invis Chayanne
VENUS 0.4 LETS GOO wait A CLONE???
Ohh a different name Mercury or Pluto
Chayanne keeps using Tallulah’s signs
Its baffeling to see a tinny kid with a butterfly wings pullingout an anvinl out of her pockets
Omg the big hat Lol
PINATA POG
The FOODS
BALLON LANTERNS PURPLE
Ohhh surprise
The guest is cominggg
Dancingggg
Phil likes to spoil his kid but clearly, he is as spoiled as well to them
No fight and no drinks for the violents
ETOILES is HERE
Give the babby a bath????
Aww no more animals??
More Europeans are coming
Oh wait why is there another face inside DeMezzanine???He already has 4???
BAGHERAA
While phill is bussy taking photo Tallulah is receiving many gifts
Ohgod its so loud
FOREVERR
HELLO RICHAAA
Everyone is so excited for Chayanne’s food
POMME HELLO
The Blond Twins are taking picture so cute-COCAINNE???
Oh god the Photobooth is so busy
Oh no the Spit horses are angry- MIKE DOWN MIKE DOWNN
Why is there a couple drama in the party?
OMG POMME?? An exploding chicken and a fox died poor girl
Forever is an average dad with a feral son and Oh, big brother Chayanne is joining forever to tell Richa to wear armor
FOOD IS READYY
AWWW CUTE ART FROM RICHAAA Richa is so talented omg
Omg the DRAMA is still going-STOP fighting-Good lord
Sit in someone’s lap” he says and Omg of course forever take any chances he got with Phill
OMG FOREVER NOT AT THE TABLE?!! YEAH GO OFF ON HIM BAGHERA
He’s a month old he is mature enough
Opp Phill is gone- DADDDD WHERE ARE YOU???- ohno he’s getting milk isn’t he??
Oh hey Sneeg glad u watching the stream too
SHUSHIII
Why is everyone sitting on Phill’s lap omg
Aww Thanks PAC
Glad everyone appreciates Chayanne’s cooking
Ohhh??? The Europeans and the Brazilians are singing for Tallulah??-that is sweet
CAKEEE
FOREVER DON SAY THAT ABOUT RICHA-well he is a little brat-
Oh god someone already died-BAGHERA WHY?
Selfie-Guitar-good job Tallulah-aww nooo
Chayanne is such a teenager-GO SOSIALIZE YOU KID
Is Pomme being tained to be an Agent or a security guard like Etoiles
OMG PHILZAA IS KICKING OUT THE GUEST
OH SHIT THEY FIGHTING-they want foo-OMG the TUPPERWARE-Yaeh that where is the drinks PHILL??
Ending party song-omg mike pls
The REVOLUTION-COMMUNISM???-YEAH use your Grand Daughter
MIKE is hilarious
Pac jut want food and then dipped
PHIL IS GOTH
Oh god “never call me again” omg MIKE
Oh did Pac gave Tallulah more Flowers??
Pachito the security
Oh shit he stole a bike-wait Phill had a bike?
Ohh the surprise-
OMGG-HOLLY SHIT IS WILL’S CONCERT-AWW-FUCK IM CRYIN- SHIT MY HEART-
Hey Baghera
But anywayOMG-IM STILL CRYINGGG-THAT IS SO SWEET
Omg Baghera nooooo-I mean its fair- the French literally got here by a crashed plane-BUT STILLL
AWW Tallulah baby-opp where she goin?-AWWW TALLULAH BABY DON’T CRYY
Oh it’s Pomme Birtday too?? Wow thereis so many celebrations this month holly shit
BYE POMME BYE BAHERA TAHNKYOU FOR COMING
HEY MUMZA
THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR COMING
Its okk Tallulah-lol I think mike is salty
Ohh gift from Chayanne-let em cook-omg Phill noo-FOOD and OMG a KITTY :D
Chayanne is really living the best doting big brother life rn
THANKYOU FOR THE GIFT POMME- Candy apple and Golden Apple nice-OH SHIT a RED EARED SLIDER- LEONARDO ITS YOU!!!
Quest time-ohhhh it’s horse themed- oh yeah the skelehorse isi still there-
OMG THE FAN ARTS ARE SO COOOL-ok why is the soft shell so aggressive??-cute fan arts- someone is dying wth??
ARTIST WATER MARK YOU CREATIONS PLS I WANT TO FOLLOW UU
The turtles are so many they keep on dying-omg Chayanne nooo- oh well a chef needs their ingredients
YESYES POG BIRTHDAY-Chayanne did so good with the foods-opp did they killed one?
BEST FATHER AND SON DUO
Opp nerd Dadza moment-might want to read that one-Philzaa noooo.
Omg PHILZA NOOOO-Purge the turtles-ill hire a guy he says
JUAN
OMG CHAYANNE NOOO
New horse near foolish
Phil knows these kids so well- see you there Chayane-opp another Minecraft tip from dad-HOLLY SHIT U FAST-opp bye Chayanne
I love the little songs that Phill will randomly sings out at random
Omg Phill- perks of having the main admins as your kid is that you can have more leeway on quest-
Roleplay omg-WHOAH AMAZINGGG THEY REALLY CRAFT IT :O
THE MAIN ADMIN CHAYANNE/CUCURUCHO PERMISSION IT OKKK??!!!- its magic Tallulah get in with the system
Omg Chayanne noooo-plant based meat
Tallulah u set them free to be killed bye a seasoned chef
BOAT TIME- OH Shit VENUUUS (or Mercury???)
Mushroommm yummy
Thankyu Tallulah
WEDDING TOMORROW POGG
GRANDPA IS GOING ON VID CON
Pro Chef Chayanne- omg Chayanne nooooo
Everyone is going to vid con oh god
It most definitely won’t be avocado toast- Taco and Strawberries.
OVERDOSE DON’T STOP THE MUSIC DARLING-
MUMZAAAA- mango pog-ohh FUK YEH
Phil’s cooking-OHH SHIT A GOD APPLE POGG-ohh chorus fruit-wait it didn’t worked????Endermen with low signal-RP at the most minimal-THANKS MUMZAAA
HORSE RIDNG TIME YEY- is the bridge new???
OHH ITS STARTINGGG
“dad are you running for President??” Sweety your father is an anarchist- purely to piss of the federation
YEAH TECHNO WOULD BE PROUD O7 KING
THAT’S CHEATINGGG-okk Naruto run is fair-Yeah judge the old man Tallulah
Chayanne nooooo
BATH TIMEEEE-SLEEPY TIMEEE- the EFFICIENTSY WHOAH- Art room Progress POG- ohh WINE before BED TIME???
HOLLY FUCK-been aging before he was born WHOAHH-wat was that?
ADMIN POG- they the best really-ADVANCE TASTE BUD-PHOTOS PLS OR WE EMPTY YOUR POCKET
It would be funny-COOK FOR THEM IN HELLL-THANKYU PHILL- Chayanne Hell’s kitchen-
GRACIAS TALLULAH- stop using other kids sign Chayanne!!!
WHAT ARE YOUU-aww Phil might not come
Lol Rycharlison is stream sniping- maybe his version of Dragon magic
BYE PHIILLLLLLLLL
#don't mind me#qsmp#headcannons#qsmp philza#qsmp tallulah#qsmp chayanne#qsmp eggs#qsmp forever#qsmp wilbur#qsmp baghera#qsmp rycharlison#qsmp pomme#TALLULAH BIRTDAY#qsmp demezzanine#qsmp pac#qsmp mike#qsmp liveblog
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tlou episode 7 thoughts!!
- ellie's gay little run :') i know the mean girl isn't abby but her face really does look like her lol. but young abby wasn't a mean person anyway so i don't know why that theory got spread around so much
- "there's a leader in you. and one day it could be your turn." i've long guessed that this would be the plot if they do decide to make another game
- i loooove the way they introduced riley; it was similar to the game but had so many unique lines that felt right at home. and they kept in ellie saying "i'm so stupid" 🥺
- they kept in some of the rooftop parkour from the american dreams comic! it seems like that's pretty much all they took from the comic, but i don't mind, because the comic kinda sucks (sorry). i'm sad there's no mention of winston though :(
- riley is extra bossy and i love it lmao. it shows how big of an impact she had on ellie's personality and future choices
- the escalator scene 😭😭😭😭😭
- i was wondering why ellie didn't have a photo of the two of them in her dorm room, but it's because because they actually get a physical photo from the photobooth later 🥺
- ellie loving video games but being bad at them, she is so me
- ohh i was wondering if the halloween store would make an appearance! i love how they mixed up the order of events a little, it makes it all feel new whether you've played the game or not.
- i'll articulate my thoughts more clearly later, but the extra world building of FEDRA vs. the fireflies in this episode is incredible. it really delves into the fact that FEDRA sells the idea of power while the fireflies sell the idea of belonging.
- no water guns :( makes sense though because in the game that was meant to be like a fun nod to combat mechanics and wouldn't be as fun on screen
- i'm soooo glad they kept the same song because hearing the first notes of it sent equal parts excitement and dread through my veins like lightning
- fuck meeeeee i knew it was coming and i was still shocked. seeing ellie get so excited after she killed the infected because she thought she saved riley but the horrors were just beginning 😭
- i love love love the way riley's actress gave riley so much more dimension, particularly in response to being bitten. in the game, riley is so calm and collected that it's hard to believe. in the show, she's still the more stoic, reserved one, but she's obviously just as devastated as ellie is, she just shows it differently. i'm not a huge fan of the dialogue changes in riley's final speech (it was just so so perfect in the game), but i'll be curious to see if there's a reason why they changed that wording, like a future parallel or something? but the way ellie rested her head on riley's shoulder and they just sat together and cried for a while.... fuck. that broke me
- ouchhhh those stitches made me cringe, i felt that. the acting from both of them in that scene was outstanding
- i'm really surprised that we didn't see an answer as to what happens after the events of left behind?? it has to be answered at some point though. maybe we'll see riley again, even for a short time, in a flashback when it becomes relevant to marlene? like in the last episode maybe?
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to remember by [ ethan choi ]
SUMMARY ─ sometimes, it fun to capture a moment in time. that way, you can look back on it in the future
PROMPT ─ [ joel and sara photo ] you and your lover take pictures in a photobooth to mark the end of an amazing first date
WARNINGS ─ female!reader + general fluff [ sweetness + kisses ]
you flip through the papers pinned up on your wall, looking for something in particular in concern to a patient -- knowing you had pinned it up months ago in the case of needing to find it again. and with now being the perfect time you use the aid, you went looking for it.
papers dislodged from the wall, falling to the ground beside you without little care as you found the paper you were looking for and scrambled back out of the office. you’d be back to clean the papers from the floor after you diagnosed your patient properly.
after doctor rhodes had dismissed you, stating he would call you back in when needed, you headed back towards your desk to get things cleaned up. not wanting to inconvenience any of the other staff members with your messiness.
you piled the papers together, making sure everything was still in somewhat of an order before filing through everything you had to pin it back up properly. most of the papers were aids the hospital had given out, or required to be pinned at your desk, but one little thing had caught your eye in particular.
beneath the stack of hospital aids, sat a little photo booth strip of pictures. the four pictures were absolutely silly, you and your boyfriend ethan making funny faces in the camera before the click had gone off.
it had been your idea, something to mark the end of a really good date after a mutual friend had set the two of you up. the two of you had met up at a restaurant, somehow a place considered to be a favorite by the both of you. before heading off to a new release of a movie.
the photo booth had been in the movie theater lobby, and you had asked him if he had wanted to take a few pictures with you to mark the end of the date. he had quickly agreed and trailed behind you into the booth. taking the pictures hadn’t taken long before you were right back out of the booth and pulling both of the photo strips from the print out.
you had handed him one, ‘that way you have something to remember our date.’ you uttered, smiling as ethan had taken the strip from you and looked it over, ‘so long as we get to do this every time you go on a date with me’. and you left the movie theater with another date planned for the following week.
you smiled, sliding the photo strip into your pocket just as your pager went off -- doctor rhodes calling you for assistance, and you quickly took off down the hallway. by the time you managed to get your patient stable once more, and everything had seemed to settle for the night, it was time for you to head out.
you found ethan gathering his things in the doctor’s lounge, and had looked up when you entered, smiling as he ushered you over, “you did great today. really proud of you.” he praised, smiling as he wrapped an arms around your shoulder and brought you in for a side hug.
looking up, you were surprised to see a familiar photo strip hanging on the inside of his locker. and you had quickly pulled your photo strip from your pocket, and lined it up with his own, “i didn’t think you still had yours...” he stated, trailing off after seeing the two strips side by side.
“i found it today after i had ripped everything off my desk wall. forgot that it was back there until i had to clean up my mess.” you smile, looking over at your boyfriend with a bright smile before closing the distance and pressing your lips against his. the kiss is short and sweet, enough to get the message across before he’s closing his locker door and sliding on his jacket to brace the chicago winter.
the following week, he stops by the offices looking for you. hovering by your desk until another resident tells him that you stepped out for a little bit and would be back momentarily. he thanks them, before looking over your desk with a bright smile coming onto his lips.
taped to the corner of your computer screen, sits the photo strip from your first date together. and ethan’s heart soars.
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welcome to hell | part two.
[ masterlist ]
When you win VIP passes to Scream Fest, a traveling horror carnival, you convince your fellow ASBO-mates to join you for a night of fun and harmless scares, but the horrors turn all too real when a masked serial killer begins to target you and your friends.
Luckily at least one of you is immortal.
Word Count: 2k
Tags/Warnings: slight nathan x reader, light sexual themes, violence, stalking, blood/gore, character death (mostly nathan lol), part of the Bad Kids’verse/reader has same power
“You’re not very good at this, are yeh?” you asked, watching Nathan chuck the last of his baseballs at the stack of cans behind the counter and miss again.
“I just gotta get warmed up, is all!” he countered, scowling as he pulled his wallet back out to count the remaining bills.
“Nathan, you really don’t have to,” you exclaimed, placing your hand on his arm.
“But!” he cried, nearly pouting at you. “I wanted t’win y’somethin’!” You followed his gaze over to Alisha who was clutching the oversized stuffed zombie bear Curtis had won on the first try.
“I don’t need any prizes,” you assured him, though that life sized stuffed skeleton hanging above your head was super cute. “Besides, then I’d hafta lug it around with me for th’rest of th’night,” you added, though Nathan still looked rather put out.
An idea seemed to occur to him and he turned to the carny lounging behind the counter, looking bored.
“Hey man, think I could just buy one off yeh?” Nathan asked, pointing up at the skeleton overhead.
The man’s vacant expression turned thoughtful for a moment before he shook his head and smirked. “Nah, sorry. ‘Fraid y’gotta win one on your own, mate,” he scoffed, while Nathan’s mouth fell open incredulously.
“Hey, fuck you!” Nathan cried, flipping the carny off as you pulled him away from the booth.
“Can you believe that guy? Th’fuckin’ cheek on him!” Nathan huffed, a sour twist to his lips.
“Eh, he’s a dickhead,” you replied, waving the thought aside. “I think you’re contractually obligated t’be one if you’re a carnival worker,” you laughed, earning an amused snort from Nathan.
“Yeah, alright. Let’s get a drink.”
Stopping at a nearby concession stall, Nathan paid for two beers while you got a soft pretzel to share.
“So, y’havin’ fun yet?” he asked, chugging nearly half of his beer before tearing a bite off your shared pretzel to dunk into the small cup of cheese in your hand as the two of you ambled the area.
“Yeah, I am actually,” you replied, glancing over at him as he licked the salt from his fingers, his shoulder brushing yours. “Even if I didn’t get a prize,” you teased, smirking at the way Nathan’s mouth fell open again.
“Who’s th’dickhead now!” he gasped, his beer sloshing in his plastic cup as you nudged him in the side with your elbow.
“C’mon, let’s go take some photos,” you laughed, noticing an empty photobooth not far from where you stood and running toward it.
“Hold up! I’m comin’!” Nathan yelped, tipping back the rest of his drink and tossing the empty cup over his shoulder as he hurried to catch up to you.
By the time he yanked back the curtain and slid into the booth next to you, you were already depositing your money in the slot. “You ready?” you asked, grinning at Nathan as the screen in front of you counted down.
When a large zero flashed across the screen, you both pulled the most ridiculous face you could think of and laughed, leaning in closer for the next shot, this time making a duck face which Nathan matched.
“Wait, what’re we doin’ next?” he exclaimed, his shoulders still shaking with the aftershocks of his laughter, bleeding into you.
“I dunno!” you cried, turning to look at him.
When his gaze met yours, you felt your heart stutter a beat, realizing how close you’d gotten. Forgetting the camera, the click of the shutter drowned out by the pounding of blood in your ears, you leaned in closer, broaching the space between you to press your lips to his.
Surprised only for a moment, Nathan eagerly kissed you back, moaning softly into your mouth as his tongue slid across yours. By the time all your photos had been taken, you were practically in Nathan’s lap, snogging aggressively, his hand under your shirt massaging your breast over your bra while yours tangled in his curls.
“Y’know, I’ve heard fear’s an aphrodisiac,” he murmured breathlessly, pulling back to let his gaze sweep your flushed face while waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
“Is that why you’re so horny?” you joked, your lips curling into a cheeky smirk.
“Maybe…” Nathan gave you a meaningful look. “Is that why you were dyin’ t’get me alone?”
“Maybe,” you answered right back, echoing his coy response.
“Well maybe we should do somethin’ about that, ey?” Nathan suggested, his voice growing husky.
Before you could respond, however, you heard raised voices outside.
“Oi! Hey you! What th’fuck?” Kelly exclaimed, her voice coming closer.
Sharing a confused look, you and Nathan hastily righted your disheveled clothes and slipped out of the booth to see what she was yelling at.
“What’s goin’ on?” you asked, looking from Kelly to the others, who’d just hurried over themselves.
“That prick from earlier just took your photos!” Kelly exclaimed, taking off in the direction he’d gone without a second thought.
“Wait, Kelly–!” you called after her, but she was already out of sight.
“The creepy guy from the maze?” Simon asked, but you let someone else answer him, too distracted by the thought of that masked creep having your and Nathan’s photos–not to mention having followed you. Your unease from before, forgotten for the moment, was steadily creeping back in.
“What were you two doin’ in there anyway?” Curtis asked, a knowing grin spreading across his face.
“Takin’ photos o’course! What else would we be doin’?” Nathan answered cheekily, though his smug grin practically gave it away.
As you opened your mouth to tell Curtis off, Kelly returned, a scowl on her face.
“Any luck?” Nathan asked hopefully, but Kelly shook her head.
“No, th’fucker got away,” she muttered bitterly, clearly upset with herself. However, if you didn’t know any better, you’d said she looked spooked.
“Maybe we should go check out another maze or something,” Simon suggested and you quickly latched onto the idea.
“Yeah, let’s take th’ride into the Badlands!”
“The what?” Curtis asked.
“The VIP section I told you guys about.”
“Oh right, the place where they can touch you. Great,” Alisha muttered nervously.
“Come on, it’ll be fun,” you urged, eager to hopefully put some distance between you and the masked stranger. You wanted to forget all about him and enjoy the rest of the park.
“Uh, you guys go on without me, I’ll catch you up,” Nathan said, hanging back as the others moved away and you turned to frown at him.
“What, why?”
“I, uh, gotta take a massive shit.”
“Really?” you groaned.
“Would y’rather I hold it and shit myself th’next time some fucker jumps out t’scare me? I’ll meet you at the ride, I promise!” Nathan exclaimed and you reluctantly sighed.
“Alright, fine. But hurry up!” you called after him.
As Nathan turned to hurry back the way you came, you and the others went in the opposite direction.
“I thought you said we got t’skip the lines,” Alisha whined when you led them between a set of ropes next to a sign reading “VIP”.
“We do, but all these people have VIP wristbands too,” you explained. “These lines are a lot shorter though.”
“Are you alright?” Simon asked, noticing the anxious way you shifted your weight and peered through the crowd, your phone in hand, waiting for a text from Nathan.
“Yeah, I just wish Nathan would hurry up. I don’t want him t’miss this.”
“I don’t think he actually had to use the restroom,” Simon murmured and you turned to frown at him.
“What d’you mean?”
“I think he went back to steal a prize for you.”
“Are you kiddin’ me?” you groaned. “I told him I didn’t care about that.”
“It’s kinda sweet though,” Alisha pointed out, giving her own stuffed prize a squeeze and you rolled your eyes, unable to argue with her though.
It was pretty sweet, but you’d rather Nathan join you for the ride than miss it for a dumb stuffed animal.
“So, what were you two doin’ in that photo booth?” Alisha asked, wearing a small catlike grin.
“We were snogging, alright!” you answered, lowering your voice to a hiss so only Kelly and Alisha could hear.
“Y’sure it wasn’t more than that?” Kelly teased, nudging your shoulder.
“I’m sure!” you cried, swatting her hand away.
“Uh huh. Maybe that’s why that masked freak took your photos, t’wank over ‘em!” Alisha joked, cackling with laughter.
“Ew, that’s not funny!” you cried, making a face and quickly changing the subject. “Hey, what happened when you followed after that guy anyway?” you asked, turning to Kelly.
At your question, her grin slipped and she shook her head, her ponytail shivering behind her.
“It was dead creepy. I followed him down this path, yeah? I couldn’t see ‘im, but I could hear him humming. It freaked me th’fuck out, so I bailed.
“That’s alright, I’d freak out too,” you assured her, glancing down at your phone.
Hurry up, Nathan.
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As Nathan stumbled back toward the game booths, he noticed a carny emerging from an ‘employees only’ door hauling out a fresh armload of prizes and he stopped. Waiting til the guy was gone, he gave one last cautious glance around before slipping through the door himself.
It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dim interior of the shack, but after a quick scan of the room, he found a couple large metal cabinets at the end of a row of lockers. Yanking the doors open, he found exactly what he’d been searching for.
“Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about!” he exclaimed, pawing through the stuffed toys in the cabinet til he found the one he was looking for–the stuffed skeleton you’d had your eye on.
“Jackpot!” he giggled, grabbing the toy and shutting the cabinet door only to jump back in alarm when he came face to face with the masked guy from earlier.
“Jay-sus!” Nathan yelped, clutching his chest as he stumbled backward. “What th’fuck, man, y’followin’ me now?” he asked, frowning at the guy. “Y’know, y’take your job way too fuckin’ seriously. What’s your fuckin’ deal?”
The masked man merely stared back at him, tilting his head slightly. When he didn’t answer, Nathan let out an annoyed scoff. “Has anyone ever told you y’run your mouth too much? Jesus, you’re gobby,” he joked, making to step past him before stopping to pull his vibrating phone from his pocket, finding a message from you – Where r u, Nathan? HURRY UP!
Your text reminded him that the guy still had your photos and he stopped to point his finger in the man’s masked face. “Y’know, it’s a good thing I ran into yeh, actually. I want my photos back! I know I’m incredibly good lookin’ an’ all, but really, it’s a little creepy.”
The masked man blinked at him from behind his mask and slowly reached into his hoodie pouch to pull the photo strips out, holding them almost tauntingly in front of him, just out of reach.
“Yeah, those. Give ‘em here!” Nathan exclaimed, thrusting his hand out, but the man made no move to let him have them.
“I’m not kiddin’ around! I-I’ve killed a man before and I ain’t afraid t’do it again!” he added with bravado, hoping to intimidate the guy. When he still didn’t move, Nathan grit his teeth and lunged at him, trying to snatch the photos from his hand.
In the same moment, the masked man stepped backward, yanking the photos just out of reach and sweeping his leg out, tripped Nathan off balance and sending him sprawling to the floor while the masked man stepped easily out of the way. Slipping the photos back into his pocket, he reached for the handle of a large mallet propped nearby and tested the feel and heft of it in his hand.
“Oh shit,” Nathan swore, quickly scrambling backward when he saw the man was armed, alarm flooding him, twisting his stomach. That’s when it hit him—this was no paid actor.
“What th’fuck do you want?!” Nathan demanded, his back hitting something, stalling his escape, and again the man didn’t answer. Instead, raising the mallet above his head, he jabbed Nathan in the throat with the end of the handle in one fluid motion.
Stunned and struggling to breathe, much less call out for help, Nathan raised his hand, flipping the man the bird before rolling to his stomach in one last feeble attempt to crawl away as his attacker once more raised his weapon.
His last desperate thought before the mallet head made contact with his skill, smashing his head in, was that he hoped he could get back to you before it was too late.
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Growling under your breath in frustration, you once more checked your phone even though you knew Nathan hadn’t yet responded to your message. You and the others were next in line and it was more than obvious he wasn’t going to make it.
“What th’fuck is keeping him?” you grumbled mostly to yourself.
Just as the next cars pulled up, your phone vibrated with a response — Sorry, on my way.
Your lips tugged downward as you stared at your screen. That wasn’t how Nathan usually texted.
We’re just about to get on the ride. :(
Go ahead. I’ll find u.
“C’mon,” Kelly exclaimed as the others took their seats—Curtis and Alisha in the first car and Simon on his own in the next, leaving the last one for you and Kelly.
Glancing back down at your phone once more, you reluctantly pocketed it and boarded the ride, sliding into the hard plastic bench next to Kelly before the metal arm lowered over your lap and locked into place.
The car gave a jerk and you felt that familiar knot of excitement in your stomach as you were pulled forward and blanketed in darkness.
“Sorry y’got stuck ridin’ with me,” Kelly said, breaking the silence, her voice thick with sarcasm.
“That’s not—!” you exclaimed, flinching back automatically as an animatronic monster suddenly lunged at you as your car rounded a bend.
Kelly gave you a wry look once the coast was clear. “I can hear your thoughts, remember? I know you’d rather be snoggin’ Nathan,” she teased.
Letting out a sheepish groan, you deflated in your seat, slouching down further in embarrassment, your ears growing warm. You’d forgotten about that.
“I get it. He’s a gobby shit most of th’time, but he’s funny. He makes yeh laugh.”
“And he’s not bad looking,” you added, sharing a grin with Kelly before another scare had you both shrieking in surprise.
“I really am glad all of you are here, though,” you said through a peal of laughter that erupted from your lips after your scream.
“Yeah, me too. I’m havin’ fun.”
The car entered another room and suddenly jerked to a stop, the lights overhead turning red as the eerie music cut off, making way for a recorded announcement that continued to loop.
“Don’t be alarmed! We’re merely experiencing some technical difficulties. Stay in your seat while we resolve the issue.”
Frowning, you surveyed your surroundings in the dim red light. “Well, this is great,” you grumbled and Kelly agreed.
“Guess we just wait then,” she mumbled, crossing her arms over her chest.
A flash of movement in your periphery caught your attention and you sat up straighter, craning around Kelly to get a better look. When she saw you looking, she turned to see what you were staring at and froze.
“Is that th’guy from earlier?” she whispered, tensing next to you.
“It’s the same mask,” you whispered back, not taking your eyes from the masked figure standing off to your right amongst the props.
“Wh-what d’you want?” you called out, angry at the tremor that filled your voice.
The masked figure moved closer, and your unease turned to terror about the same time Kelly’s did and as one you began to struggle in your seat, trying to push the lap bar up to no avail. You were well and truly trapped and the man was almost right upon you.
As Simon disembarked the ride, joining Alisha and Curtis on the other side, he frowned at the faint sound of terrified screaming coming from inside the ride.
“Someone’s really scared,” Curtis laughed, resting his arm around Alisha’s clothed shoulders.
“I think that’s Kelly and y/n,” Simon pointed out hesitantly, sharing a worried look with Alisha.
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Omg okay here we go...for the writing prompt, HxH with Kastro + #12? ^^
Meve, thanks for the request! I hope you enjoy this (this is my first time writing for Kastro, I hope I did alright)
Word Count: 933
The arena erupted with thunderous cheers. You were right in the mix, cheering as loud as you could. Kastro had won his ninth match; one more and he would be a floor master. Everyone around you was buzzing with excitement. As people were making their way out of the arena, you made your way up to Kastro’s floor.
When you first started dating, you tried to go along with the crowd to see if you were able to say hi. But you quickly learned that was nearly impossible. People were asking for his autograph left and right. He quickly learned that if he wanted to see you, he would have to get you a special key that gave you access to his floor and room.
And so, most of the time you waited for him up on the 200th floor as he tried to fight his way through the crowd.
The elevator finally dinged, and you stood back out of sight.
“Excuse me? Could I get your autograph?” you said as you altered your voice as best as you could.
Kastro’s shoulders tensed. How did someone get up here? He thought to himself. Never one to let a fan down, he turned to you with a genuine smile.
“Of course, I can…oh, ______! It’s you!” he hugged you.
“How long have you been waiting up here?”
“Not too long,” you said.
He quirked an eyebrow and said nothing.
“Okay, it may have been closer to an hour and a half. But I don’t mind waiting,” you smiled.
“Has it really been that long? Well, that’s far too long for you to be waiting. Come on, we can have dinner after I get cleaned up.”
Dinner was delivered to the room shortly after and the two of you ate in silence with the occasional remark about a certain move he did in the match. You had both finished your plates when a thought occurred to you.
“Kastro?”
“Yes, my dear?”
“Do you think that we could spend the day together tomorrow? You’ve been working so hard and I think you deserve a day off.”
“Hm,” he sat a moment in his thoughts. “As much as I would love to, I still need to train. Now is not the time to ease up.”
“You’re right, I’m sorry for asking,” you nodded in agreement, a look of disappointment on your face. Kastro had been training hard and you felt like you rarely got to see him outside of having dinner together.
“Wait, hold on,” he got up and picked up his daily planner. You could hear him whispering “if I move this…” “that can go there…” “switch this…”. After a few minutes, he turned back to you.
“______, ask me your question again.”
“Can we spend tomorrow together?” you asked in confusion.
“What a coincidence. It seems that I have that down on my schedule already!” he smiled as he turned his planner toward you to show you his name and your name written on tomorrow’s date.
The rest of your evening was spent determining how the two of you would spend your time together. You were able to come to a compromise; the first part of the day would be spent at the aquarium where a new exhibit had just opened, and the second part of the day would be spent making dinner together and watching a movie on the couch.
The aquarium date was fun and lowkey. Kastro was worried that he might get bombarded with fans asking for pictures or autographs, but to his surprise only one or two people recognized him. “It’s the street clothes,” you suggested. “I almost didn’t even recognize you,” you teased.
As you finished up your aquarium adventure, you noticed a photobooth right outside of the gift shop entrance.
“Can we get our picture taken? Please, please, please, PLEASE?” you asked him as you tugged on his shirt sleeve and tried to give him your best puppy dog eyes.
He smiled down at you, “Fine, but just because you asked me to.”
Trying to get Kastro to make a silly face was a task, but you were able to get him to crack on the last photo. The booth printed out a ticket for you to take into the gift shop where they would print out the photos if you liked them.
All three photos were perfect to you. How could you not want all of them? You asked the clerk for all three and they told you to pick out some frames to put them in. Kastro helped you pick the frames; one had seashells on it, another had turtles on it, and the last was in the shape of a starfish and it read “you’re a star!”.
“Thanks for taking me to the aquarium. I’ve enjoyed the day with you,” you smiled as you leaned against his arm as the two of you left.
“The day’s not over yet, ______. We still have dinner and a movie,” he smiled back at you as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder.
“But really, it’s you I should be thanking. Your support and understanding has really helped me get to where I’m at now. You deserve this day of fun as much as I do, you know,” he paused for a brief moment.
“I’d do anything for you, ______. I love you.”
“And I love you,” a feeling of happiness washed over you.
Kastro trained hard to be the fighter he was, but you knew that he would fight just as hard to prove his love to you.
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softly rubbing their nose against the others: a prompt for kuko and jyushi? ❤❤❤
Sorry, anon, this came out shorter than expected and the prompt was just slightly mentioned. I hope you'll like it nonetheless!
Title: Memento
Fandom: Hypnosis Mic
Pairing: Kuuko/Jyushi
Prompt: Softly rubbing their nose against the other’s
Content: fluff stuff, my favorite Hitoya's pose
“Please, Kuko-san! I want a little keepsake of the beautiful day we had together!”
“Jyushi, you don’t need to beg for something like this.” Kuko raised a single eyebrow and chuckled. “We are talking about purikura…”
The two teammates had spent the entire day around Sakae, window shopping and eating junk food together. After Bad Ass Temple’s loss at the second Division Rap Battle, they both needed some free time to relax and remove any kind of negative energy from them, as Kuko said. The main event of that day would have been a music event near the TV Tower but, since there was still time before that, Jyushi had proposed to stop by a photobooth to take some pictures.
“So you’re cool with it?” He sounded sincerely surprised.
“Yeah, why not? It’s really fun!” Kuko grinned while inserting some coins in the only vacant machine.
Jyushi thanked him a few times as they entered the booth. It was a very basic purikura stall, without props and accessories. Maybe that was the reason why it was still free when they arrived.
“We can show them to Hitoya-san next week during practice…” The visual kei singer suggested. Hitoya had refused to join them for the relaxing day using his job as an excuse, but Kuko knew the man was probably pissed off about his personal defeat against Matenrou’s leader, Jakurai.
“Mh, I think he’ll need more to stop sulking…” The monk sighed.
“What?”
“Nevermind. Shall we start?”
As minutes passed, the couple kept switching from cute stances to dumb expressions while the automatic camera took their pictures. They even copied one of Hitoya’s iconic poses, pretending to fix an invisible pompadour hairstyle, and agreed to send that pic to him that same evening.
After one last Jojo pose, they exited the booth and Jyushi started to choose which photos they should keep and decorate. Kuko observed him as he added cat ears to one of their cute portraits.
When Jyushi perceived the attentive gaze of the other, he blushed a little. “K-Kuko-san, you should add something too…”
“Oh, right… let me see if they have decorations with bats…” He approached the screen, searching for more gloomy stickers.
Jyushi pointed to one in particular and came a little closer to his teammate. “This one, maybe?”
Kuko looked at him, getting distracted once again. He moved without thinking and kissed him on the cheek. Jyushi froze for an instant, but then he turned to smile at the monk. “What are you doing?” He asked while he waited for the pics to be printed.
“Nothing.” Kuko replied with an innocent tone in his voice. He took a glance around them before adding some more coins to the machine.
“Eh? Do you want to take more pictures?”
The monk nodded and showed him a devilish expression. “Yes, but these pictures won’t be for Hitoya-san’s eyes.”
Jyushi gasped when Kuko grabbed his hand and dragged him back inside the booth. “W-What do you mean?”
Rolling his eyes, the short man pulled him down a little by his gray jacket and they looked at each other’s eyes. “What do you think I mean?” He asked as he started to rub his nose against Jyushi’s. The tender gesture made the teen blush even more.
“But… K-Kuko-san, what if somebody…”
“C’mon, Jyushi. A few kisses, nothing more!” Kuko chuckled and kissed him on the lips. “Didn’t you want a cute memento of this day?”
Jyushi found himself nodding without realizing it.
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<3
#me#i had fun on photobooth again are we surprised#dont be gross#making up for not being able to dance#today#by posing in my little dance outfit#'outfit'
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Smile For The Camera!
Akari is thrilled to be able to take photos with all her friends at Jubilife Village’s photo booth! Except for Ingo that is, too self conscious about his tattered clothes and disheveled look to come take photos. Akari helps him get his confidence back!
I wrote this off a prompt I gave myself, to utilize Jubilife’s photo booth, as well as two prompt request I got; Ingo getting a haircut, and Ingo getting his coat repaired.
I started writing this before Daybreak DLC, actually wishing we could take photos with characters but not thinking we’d ever get a feature like that. I was so happy we did though, and adjusted this fic to fit that! I also thought it was funny that people said it seems Ingo takes days to come around to the photo booth, so I thought I’d implement a reason why.
OR read it on AO3 here!
Enjoy!
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Akari had already liked going to Jubilife Village’s Photo Booth when she was the only one regularly using it.
She loved going into the otherwise-vacant studio, dressing up in all sorts of outfits and posing with her Pokémon! Dagero didn’t mind that she would spend a few hours at a time in his photo booth - browsing through the backgrounds and props, bringing in multiple Pokémon from her pastures, and taking bundles of outfits in with her to switch between. It’s not like anyone else has ever seemed to use it, so Dagero was happy at least one person was getting enjoyment out of his booth!
Maybe the photo booth was just slow to catch on. But Akari couldn’t understand why! It was so fun to take photos with her Pokémon! Akari couldn’t help but feel like the photo booth was a little too vacant though, a little too empty, whenever she went into the studio after a day of survey work.
She wished she could take photos with her friends too!
“Rei!” The girl called one day, running to catch up to her friend as she spotted him returning from the fieldlands. “Do you have some time to take a photo with me?”
“A photo?” The boy echoed, putting materials he had gathered from his expedition into the supplies box near the gates. “Like, with Laventon’s camera? I don’t know where the professor is right now-“
“-No, at the photo booth!” Akari interrupted, pointing to the building closest to them.
The boy had been hesitant - he had never been in the building before, much less given it much thought. But with some convincing, Akari had dragged him into the building.
Rei had been camera shy at first, stiff and awkward, unsure how to present himself in the photos. But after several rounds of encouragement from Akari, she had loosened him up. By the end of the photoshoot, the two had taken multiple photos; Rei’s pikachu and Akari’s Quilava, Ember, had joined the fun, and all four of them were dressed up in props with big, genuine smiles on their faces!
Dagero had been having just as much fun as the two survey corps members, exclaiming how they seemed to be having so much fun in front of the camera, or saying “good one!” every time they pulled a new pose. This was exactly what he had set up the photo booth for!
In the end, Rei had greatly enjoyed the session, and thanked Akari for asking him to join her.
“If you hadn’t asked me, I wouldn’t have even really checked this place out!” The boy admitted, watching his pikachu playfully chase around Akari’s Ember as they exited the studio. “That was so fun! I’m going to have to do this again with you sometime!”
He kept staring back at all the photos of the two of them in his hands, a big smile crossing his face every time.
The next day, Akari had gone into the photobooth again, fully expecting it to be vacant as always. But to her surprise, Professor Laventon was already there! He was currently browsing through the collection of backgrounds, Oshawott and Rowlet at his side, when he noticed Akari come in.
“Ah, hello my girl!” The professor greeted Akari with a warm smile. “Rei had shown me the wonderful photos you took with him yesterday! It inspired me to come in and take some photos of my own with these two!”
Gesturing to Oshawott and Rowlet, the two Pokémon made sounds of excitement, ready to take some photos.
“Of course, this is my first time in here, and it’s a bit more complicated than just taking a quick snap with my camera for the Pokédex,” the professor explained, a little sheepish. “There are so many options! …would you mind helping me, my girl?”
Akari had started out just helping the professor, standing behind Dagero as he snapped photos, giving pointers for different poses he could try, and suggesting backgrounds and props. But before long, Akari ended up joining the professor in his photos! Ember had been more than happy to be included too, once again being with Oshawott and Rowlet.
“We need to get a good shot of the two of us to commemorate our meeting here like this!” The professor had insisted.
For the second day in a row, Akari walked out of the studio with someone who was awestruck at how they had passed over the studio until now.
“Marvelous!” Professor Laventon exclaimed as he thumbed through the photos, Oshawott and Rowlet on each of his shoulders to see them for themselves. “Simply wonderful, my girl. Thank you! I will have to show these to Cyllene later! We should have all the Galaxy Team members get photos!”
As Laventon left to return to the headquarters building, Akari laughed to herself at the thought of perhaps catching the captain at the booth and getting a chance to snap a photo with her.
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Over the past week, the popularity of the photo booth grew exponentially; as more people saw photos that others had taken at the building, they had come in as well to do the same thing, only to share those photos with even more friends and draw a bigger crowd.
Dagero was absolutely delighted at how his business was catching on! But perhaps not as happy as Akari, who was ecstatic that she was finally able to get pictures with all of her friends!
Cyllene had indeed come in with her Abra, and had taken obliged to take a photo or two with Akari after she asked. Arezu had wandered in as well at one point, having come across the road from the hair stylists’ shop on one of her breaks. She took so many photos with Akari that she could barely hold all of the developed pictures! Pesselle, the Galaxy Team’s sweet but shy nurse who resided in the headquarter’s lower levels, had been drawn to the place as well! Of course, Akari snapped a photo with her too, the nurse asking for her to join her so she wouldn’t be alone in the photo.
Even Irida and Adaman had come in one day, looking to take a photo with each other to prove clan relations were improving. They had both swiftly asked Akari to join them after a few shots, and she was more than happy to!
But as time went on, and Akari noticed she had taken photos with almost all of her friends, it seemed there was one who had yet to come in. Had she been coincidentally missing him if he ever came in?
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“Ingo!”
The warden, lost in thought, looked up as he noticed Akari approaching him from across the training grounds.
“Ah, hello Miss Akari!” Ingo turned to her as he greeted her with a small smile. “Looking to do some battling?”
“Not today!” she replied; the thought was tempting, but she wasn’t here for that. “I have a question actually; I was wondering…have you been to the photo booth by the end of the village yet?”
Ingo’s eyes brightened a little at the proposition, but dulled back after a moment.
“Ah, photographs. I appreciate having physical keepsakes - less ephemeral than memories.” He mused, readjusting his cap. “However, I have not yet visited the photo booth.”
So she hadn’t just been missing him coincidentally! But why hadn’t he come in yet?
“Why not?” Akari asked him, puzzled. “Almost everyone else has, both inside and outside the village! Zisu has too!”
Akari pointed to the tall woman a little ways away. She was busy moving containers of supplies into her building behind them, most likely a new order of items she used to help Pokémon learn new moves, but turned to them as she was included in the conversation.
“It was a lot of fun, you know!” She commented with a confident smile. “Went yesterday, Akari was there to join in on some photos with me! You should go at some point too, Ingo, and at least check it out! Your Pokémon would enjoy it!”
As Zisu went back into the building with another box, a look of trepidation crossed Ingo’s face. Akari could see something was holding him back, but was having a hard time outright saying no to her. But she could see a look in his eyes that expressed at the same time, he wanted to go.
What was keeping him from going?
“Well,” Ingo struggled to come up with an explanation, looking off to the side as he adjusted his hat again - not only a familiar habit, but one done out of nervousness as well.
Ingo glanced to the side to see if Zisu had come back out yet, before looking back at Akari and speaking in a voice that was a bit quieter than normal.
“I do not feel especially…photogenic right now.” He admitted to her, gesturing to his tattered clothes, full of frayed ends and small rips.
It took the survey corps member a moment to realize what he was talking about.
“Aww!” Akari gasped sympathetically (and loudly), startling Ingo a bit with her reaction. “It’s ok Ingo! I don’t think you’re-“
“Miss Akari-!” Ingo interrupted, trying to quiet her down with another glance at the doors of the building, checking to see if Zisu had come back out. He did not want the woman, his only work buddy here, overhearing this.
“Sorry!” Akari quieted down considerably to finish her sentence. “…I don’t think you’re… ‘not photogenic’. You look so cool!”
And indeed, Akari thought Ingo looked cool; his shredded clothes expressed how tough he was!
“Thank you,” Ingo accepted her words, though he didn’t quite feel the same way she did. “But perhaps, now might not be a favorable time for me to take a photo.”
He paused for a moment, wondering if this fifteen year old kid would understand the importance of photos to him; after all, she seemed to be taking countless photos just for fun, and seemed to view it as a fun activity. Especially after his amnesia, Ingo viewed photos as proof of a moment, something he could hold onto lest he forget…again.
“Photos hold snapshots of previous moments of importance,” Ingo explained his viewpoint to her, putting his hands behind his back. “Tangible memories you can look back on without having to try to recall them. I would like to look…hmm, more presentable than this for these moments.”
Akari mulled his words over for a second, before her face brightened with an idea.
“Well if you want to look presentable, I can help with that!” Akari told him excitedly. “If I help you, then would you take a photo with me?”
Ingo gave her a look of both curiosity and hesitance. He didn’t know what she was planning, but at this point he felt he could put his trust in her.
And, finally being able to take photos would be nice.
“Agreed,” the warden told her, earning a big grin from the girl. She made a noise of excitement and grasped Ingo’s sleeve, pulling him out of the training grounds and towards Jubilife’s shops.
“I’m borrowing Ingo for a bit Zisu!” Akari called out to the woman, who had just emerged from the building to see Ingo being pulled away.
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“Are you sure you don’t just want to buy a new one?”
Anthe, the owner of Jubilife’s clothing shop, was currently inspecting Ingo and the sorry sight of his coat.
Akari had brought Ingo over to the clothing store to fix up his coat first. Many times, when she had ripped a seam in her clothes or sustained a tear, Akari had brought them to Anthe, and she quickly fixed it up, good as new! Surely she could do the same for Ingo’s coat.
Currently, she was sitting on a stool watching as Anthe surveyed the damaged on Ingo’s coat, holding it up. Ingo stood close to her, now just in his Pearl clan tunic and cap, carefully watching her look over his precious coat.
Akari thought he looked weird without it. It was all she had ever seen him in!
“I am sure,” Ingo verified, watching her as she folded the coat up and set it aside, before pulling out various measurement strips, until she found the one she needed. This coat was important to Ingo, he knew that much, but he couldn’t remember why. But it was enough to know he would never part with it if he had a choice.
“Well, alright; I can take care of most of the damage, but I won’t be able to fix every single tear,” the woman told the warden as she approached him with the measurement strip. “Now hold out your arms.”
Ingo stiffened, standing awkwardly as she took measurements of his arms and shoulders, as well as his chest and his waist. She didn’t want to end up messing up the measurements as she fixed up his coat for him, just for it to be fixed but no longer fit.
“Alright, come back at the end of the day, and this should be fixed up as best as I can do.” Anthe told Ingo and Akari as she scribbled down the warden’s measurements on a notebook.
“Thank you!” Ingo replied as Akari got off the stool she had been sitting on. “We will return shortly.”
As the two went to leave, Ingo made a movement to adjust his coat, but realized it wasn’t there - he was already missing it and the comfortable weight it put upon his shoulders. At least he still had his cap, he had thought, as he went to adjust that instead.
“You look different without your big coat on,” Akari commented as she existed the shop with Ingo.
“It feels different too,” he told her, now adjusting the fabric of his tunic. “I hope the repairs are executed swiftly.”
“Well while we’re waiting for that, we can do this!” Akari once again grabbed his sleeve and lead him over to the building next door. “After taking off that coat, I finally got to see the back of your hair; it’s so shaggy! I thought you might like to come here.”
Ingo looked up from under the brim of his hat to see Akari was heading for the hair stylist.
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“What are you feeling today, warden?” Arezu asked Ingo as he sat down in one of the chairs, searching through all of her products and tools.
“Um,” Ingo fumbled for a moment. To be honest, getting a haircut had not been on his mind, and he was just as surprised to be lead into the shop, as Arezu was to see the Pearl Clan warden in the building.
But sitting in the chair, he took off his cap and ran a hand against the back of his head, noting Akari’s earlier observation (no matter how unintentionally rude she had been about it) about how shaggy his hair had gotten. Perhaps he did need a trim.
“Just a bit shorter,” Ingo told the Diamond clan hair stylist as he put his hat in his lap, holding onto the brim.
“Can do!” Arezu confirmed, pulling out a pair of scissors as Akari stood close over her shoulder, watching her get to work.
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Ingo had to admit, getting a haircut had made him gain a better view on his self image almost instantly, once Arezu had showed the final results.
Looking in a mirror she held out to him, Ingo admired her handiwork. His longer, unkept hair was now cut back, cleaner and sharper. She had cleaned up his sides as well, just as even as the rest of his hair.
He couldn’t stop a small smile from pulling at the corners of his mouth - he actually thought he looked quite a bit nicer now. While Ingo had been dreading the idea of going to the photo booth ever since it seemed to be the popular thing to do, avoiding the place with a certain sadness, cleaning up his self image had left him thinking it wasn’t so bad now.
“Whatcha think?” Arezu asked him, scissors in hand. “Anything that needs to be shorter?”
“This is perfect, Miss Arezu,” Ingo handed her back her mirror from his chair. “Thank you very much for your services!”
Ingo felt a hand touch his hair before he could put his cap back on, to his surprise.
“It’s so short now!” Akari commented as ran her fingers though it. “But it looks really nice! You always do a good job, Arezu!”
The hair stylist smiled, beaming at the complement. “I do my best! Happy you’re satisfied!”
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Ingo put his repaired coat back on, finally feeling complete as the familiar weight returned to his shoulders. Akari looked over it, amazed at the quick work Anthe had put into the coat.
After the haircut, Akari and Ingo had returned to Anthe’s clothing shop to see if she had finished repairing Ingo’s coat - indeed she had!
“I fixed what I could, but there’s still a few tears I couldn’t quite repair,” Anthe reiterated what she had told them earlier.
Ingo and Akari noted that his coat seemed to be in much better condition now; loose stitches were all tightened and cleaned up. Frayed ends had been smoothed down, and tears had been patched up with a very similar fabric when they couldn’t be sewn back together. Anthe had even cleaned out some scuffs and stains left from Pokémon attacks, leaving the fabric smooth and clean.
For a possession that held so much sentimental value to him, the wear and tear had been distressing to him. But with it repaired, it was more than Ingo could have ever asked for.
“This is more than enough! Thank you for your repairs, I am most grateful,” Ingo thanked her, his voice full of gratitude.
“Happy to help,” Anthe smiled at the two, packing her thread and fabric away. “If you ever need more repairs done, I’m always here!”
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“You ready now?” Akari asked Ingo as the two left Anthe’s shop, Ingo still admiring the woman’s handiwork on repairing his coat. The sun was now setting, Jubilife Village and its residents being tinted in a warm orange.
“For?” Ingo pressed her to finish her sentence. Having gotten so caught up in his repaired coat and new haircut, he had forgotten.
“For photos!“ Akari finished, pointing at the photo booth, which was only a few buildings away.
His part of the promise he had made with Akari came back to him at the reminder, but this time he wasn’t dreading it so much.
“Oh yes! Apologies, Miss Akari. I am ready!” Ingo tipped his cap back, answering her with a sense of enthusiasm that had been previously unseen on this topic. “Let us depart!”
Akari followed after Ingo with a skip in her step as he headed for the booth, excited that she was finally getting to take photos with him.
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“Oh oh, wait, wait!” Akari exclaimed as she pushed a hat off of her head that was much too large, before pulling off another hat she had put on Ingo. The warden placed his own cap back on his head as Akari put them both back with the other props in a hurry.
She and Ingo had been having a lot of fun taking photos! She lost track of how many they had taken, but they were not getting tired of it, and Ingo had been enjoying himself the whole time.
Despite Ingo holding photos at a standard of importance, now trusting them to hold onto his memories more than his own mind, Akari had convinced him to take some more informal, fun photos too; the hat she had put on his head earlier was proof enough that he had caved.
“Do your pose!” Akari asked Ingo with enthusiasm, wearing her emotions on her sleeve. “Your pointing pose!”
“Hmm…this one?” Ingo asked for confirmation as he straightened out his posture, falling into his signature pose perfectly.
“Yes, that one!” Akari beamed as she suddenly copied him, mirroring his pose as best she could.
She grinned wide as Dagero snapped photos of the two of them, but it wouldn’t be until she got a look at the developed photographs later, that she would notice the look of happiness in Ingo’s eyes as well, a genuine smile on his face.
The mirrored pose was deeply familiar to him, and in that familiarity, it was comforting.
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long distance friendship pt. 2 || p!tommy&tubbo x reader
. request: Part two of the long distance friendship with Tommy and Tubbo where they meet irl? And also, do you do anons? If so could I be 🔍 anon?
. thank you to the lovely request by 🔍 anon!
. pronouns: they/them
. part 1 here!
. it was finally time to meet the boys
. after much careful planning, you prepared the perfect way to surprise them
. tommy and tubbo were already planning to meet up and had invited you
. however, you had to play the “sorry im busy” card, to cover up the surprise
“y/nnn it’d be so fun you have to come!”
“I’m sorry tommy im going to be busy that day”- the embodiment of :):
. you felt bad you were bumming them out but you promised you would see them soon
. after a very long plane ride and a day to shake off the jetlag, you got ready to meet them
. you had coordinated this with tommy’s parents, so they told you where you would meet them
. you would get to the restaurant before the boys and sit at a table nest to them, menu in your face
. then, you would reveal yourselves- hoping they don’t notice you of course
. taking your spot at your table, baseball cap and glasses on, you nervously await for them
“Tubbo do you think this would look good in the vlog? I need a new vlog gun, Wilbur broke mine.”
“Well- you could always-”
“Hey idiots, what are we ordering”
“Y/N!?”
. they tackle you in a hug, and start laughing
“wtf how long have you been here?”
“since two days ago? your parents helped me set this up”
“why did you tell us earlier?”
“Dad?? You didn’t tell me >:(”
“It was a surprise- that’s kinda what a surprise is”
. nonetheless they are overjoyed and excited to be able to execute their plans out with you
“vlog- look y/n is here! they surprised us!”
“hii vlog- the surprise was perfect, they didn’t have a clue!”
. after a bunch of catching up and jokes while food have shoved into your mouths, you guys set off to a fair
. the fair was quite large, with numerous rides and games to play
“guys, watch this-” tommy tried to throw the basketball into the hoop- and surprisingly gets it in
“HAH ALL MY SKILLS ON TIKTOK PAID OFF. Y/N DID YOU CATCH THAT ON THE VLOG”
. tubbo decided to try the fishing game
“you’re almost there tubbo- NOW”
. he caught one of the plastic fish, winning a prize
. after many games, with arms full of prizes, you guys decided to go on some rides
“tommy are you going to be okay? This one has a large drop.”
“OF COURSE- my mother did not raise a coward”
. tommy ofc screamed the entire time on the coaster
. you and tubbo kinda just laughed and screamed a bit as well
. lots of photos were taken
. PHOTOBOOTH- PLS that’d be so cute
. tried to do anything you could at the fair
. meeting them in person and enjoying the day with them was one of the best and most memorable days in your life
. you were only staying for a couple days so the boys made an effort to take you places and have you join their streams
. although you had to leave them, you promised you would visit them again soon
an: a bit shorter than usual but i thought those two would enjoy a fair day with you :)
requests are open! (will be a little slower due to hmw)
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And in terms of how the guys will be during a wedding, I already agree with the nonnie that sent the hcs of him! I was gone for somlong I missed a lot omg
Ushijima at a wedding will just be the distracting groomsman because he's all so hot looking all like this 😩. All the old aunts would try to push their neices to talk to him LMAO! Self indulgence scenario coming up:
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You're used to girls flocking around Ushijima, and the guy is too much of a gentleman to just ignore them away. He's sitting on a high stool of the side bar, with girls clustered infront of him. So as usual, he politely answers their questions and he scans the reception room looking for you.
His eyes meets yours and your face has a small smirk, being quite entertained by your boyfriend's torture. He locks his eyes on yours and gives you a small nod to come to him. This signals the execution of a plan you both devised whenever girls flock around him and whenever guys are hitting on you.
You come to his direction with a smile. You approach the girls and introduce yourself "Hi ladies! I'm y/n" you say as you put your hand out for a hand shake. They gave you confused forced smiles as they think 'who is this girl, and why is she suddenly talking to us?'
You walk towards Ushijima and he wraps his hands around your waist while giving you a smile. You turn back to the girls with a wide smile, "So how are you enjoying the night?", still wrapped around Ushijima's arms. He takes your hand and gives it a kiss, and places a peck at the side of your head as your fingers are still interwined. "You smell great, baby" he softly tells you while you're looking at each other, but loud enough for the girls to hear.
"Thank you, babe." you respond smilingly, faces close to each other's and you share a small chuckle. You look back at the girls and they were all looking like 🙂😶🙂😳🙂
"You know what, we forgot we still have to take pictures at the photobooth before it closes." says one girl, while the rest of them agree. "Have an amazing night you two!" The girl say while they start walking away.
You wave them goodbye and you look at your boyfriend. You're still standing up, resting your elbows on his thighs, your figure in between his legs as he's still seated at the tall bar stool. He peeks at the side of your head meeting your face, "Works everytime right?" he says.
You giggle, and give him a small nod, "Mmyeah. Works everytime." He pulls you closer for a short but warm peck on the lips. When you both pull away, he looks at you lovingly "I promise, the next wedding will be attending is ours". He once again takes your hand and places a kiss on it. This time on your left ring finger that has a white gold-diamond ring on it that he gave you a couple of weeks ago.
🥺💜🤍💐
The both of you are not into PDA, but if one's in trouble, a little bit of affection in public may save a life 😜😌
-👒
— from elle ! this was so cute, you never miss 👒anon!! i love the idea of yn and ushi having some sort of plan whenever someone hits on the other omg so my lil addition (under the cut as usual) would be the reverse of what you sent in, when someone hits on yn hihi and again if i see ushi in that suit we would never be making it to that wedding thank you sm for this and i hope you are having a lovely day ! <3
notes / warnings : timeskip!ushijima x f!reader, scenario, pure fluff, reader gets hit on and the person is relentless so please don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable, wc: ~0.59k
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it couldn’t have been more obvious that you were taken, the large rock that shined on your left ring finger certainly proved that. but the man at the open bar just couldn’t take one of the largest hints in existence, leaning in closer every now and then, despite your several attempts to move further and further away. you aren’t exactly being discreet about it either, waving your hand around to make sure he catches sight of your ring, doesn’t seem to bother him though. a sigh escapes you, wondering just how long ushijima would take in the bathroom.
you avoid eye contact with the man, while still trying to be as polite as you can — offering him shaky smiles and vaguely answering questions about yourself. your gaze wanders around the completely filled reception hall, filtering the constant conversations and the distant classical musical, hoping that it would be enough to distract you. finally, you are able to spot ushijima, making his way towards to where you were. a frown crosses his face as soon as soon as he notices the panicked look in your eyes, tilting your head towards the man that sat beside you. ushijima’s steps become quicker, weaving his way through the dancing crowd.
normally, his presence would be enough for people to back off. all ushijima had to do was stand behind you, cross his arms in front of his chest — maybe flex his biceps the slightest bit, just enough to intimidate whoever was hitting on you. his mouth would press into a thin line, or maybe he could raise his brow and let out in a low voice, “so what were the two of you discussing?”
but this guy doesn’t seem even in the least bit fazed or intimidated by ushijima’s presence, continuing your conversation as if he wasn’t even there, shocking both you and ushijima. the man reaches for your hand, “what do you say we get out of here, hmm?”
desperate times call for desperate measures.
without warning, ushijima grabs you by the waist and presses his lips onto yours. eyes growing wide at the suddenness of his actions, you let out a little yelp. after the surprise wears off, your eyes eventually flutter close, smiling when ushijima deepens the kiss.
he pulls away after a few seconds, looking the man directly in the eyes, “i apologize, but my girl already has plans. with me.”
“whatever,” the man rolled his eyes, finally turning to leave, “she wasn’t all that fun to talk to anyways.”
“that is because she isn’t interested in you,” ushijima deadpans, “and when someone says no or they are clearly not interested, just leave them alone.”
the man scoffs, unable to make any sort of comeback, finally leaving you and ushijima alone.
“you know,” you smirk, resting a hand on his chest, “you’re really hot when you’re jealous.”
ushijima raises a brow, an arm still wrapped around your waist, pulling closer, “am i usually not?”
a chuckles escapes you, shaking your head slightly, “my my, what’s gotten into you? you’re not usually this bold, toshi.”
“it’s just you in that dress, and perhaps a couple of glasses of wine,” he smiles before it melts into a look of pure concern, “are you alright, though? i’m sorry i took so long.”
“don’t worry about it,” you reply, waving a hand to dismiss the thought.
“alright. but the next wedding we go to really better be ours.”
“it will be when you finally decide on what kind flowers we should have.”
“fair enough.”
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hcs about being friends with the bau?
warning: cursing, mentions of alcohol
a/n: tell me why i have written a page about this in my journal lmao (this will include those from season 7 and season 13 cuz those are my favorite lineups)
first of all, let me just say that you are also an ssa working for the bau, so obviously you became a part of the bau family
being the youngest, everyone would call you the baby/the child of the unit
they would protect you at all costs (esp the guys)
had a shitty date? they would be at your side to listen to you rant
maybe even confront your date the day after and put them in their place
if you were going out alone, one of them would meet up with you to make sure you were okay
you told them that you’ll be okay, but they’ll still worry about you
and make sure you text them when you get home
and although you hate that they treat you like a child sometimes, you still love them with all your heart
anyways, you would do a lot of random shit with your second family
like getting drunk at rossi’s and crash in one of his guest bedrooms (honestly, the whole team does that lol)
probably because y’all were playing a drinking game
or maybe you just wanted to get wasted while getting full from rossi’s homemade pasta
you’d also get drunk with penelope and savannah at derek’s place (you know that one episode)
babysit (and spoil) everyone’s kids
one time, matt told you to stop buying gifts for his five kids, but you couldn’t help it
you’d also watch over sergio and roxy
whether it was just housesitting or taking them out for a walk
you would binge-watch doctor who with spencer and penelope
and definitely dress up and go to conventions with them
you would go to the foreign film festival with spencer whether you knew the language the movie’s being played in or not
you would go to horror movie premiers with them
when they saw that absolutely nothing scared you, they were lowkey terrified of you
everyday at the office, you made it your goal to tell a joke or a story to hotch to try and make him laugh or at least smile
and you would succeed almost every time
when you all went out to a club, you found yourself (platonically) throwing it back on emily, derek, luke, or tara
they would also protect you if some creepy dude tried to make a pass at you
or you’d pretend to be emily or tara’s gf to scare off a guy
the parties y’all would throw oh my god
halloween parties
spencer would so help you with decorating
penelope knew how to make any scary treat
the scary props for your photobooth wall
and everyone’s costumes *chef’s kisses*
christmas parties
ugly christmas sweaters
secret santa with the whole team
decorating cookies and a gingerbread house
random mistletoes that cause matt and luke to share a very awkward but quick peck (it was funny as shit though)
you would throw everyone a surprise birthday party
but you bawled your eyes out when the team threw a surprise birthday for you (they found your pinterest board lmfao)
you also hung out with the girls a lot
you would go shopping with them
buying yourself a new wardrobe while also getting all the guys a little gift
you’d have random sleepovers with them
face masks and rewatching twilight (and crying)
you would also participate in that whole fbi baseball event they had (my favorite episode tbh)
the bau cheering for you as you made a homerun every turn
and the other units now knowing not to fuck with you
on the plane ride home from a case, instead of falling asleep quickly like the others do
you’d have your earbuds in and dance in your seat
not noticing derek laughing at you
or spencer, who was in the middle of reading, smiling at you
both confused as to how you still have so much energy left
when everyone was asleep, you’d go around and take pictures of the team sleeping
you literally have an album that’s just the bau making ugly faces
and you would so use them as reaction memes
i’m just saying, there’s no way the bau does not have a big groupchat together (and everyone has “baby” as your contact name)
y’all don’t even talk about cases
you guys just talk about whatever
and you’d send memes to them (and probably explain them to spencer)
you, emily, and penelope are the only ones to send reactions pics (until you start sending everyone’s faces and they get mad lol)
at jj’s wedding, you’d dance with everyone
and i mean everyone
including jj and will (we stan this man in this household)
when spencer’s hair started to grow longer
you’d tied them up in ponytails or even little space buns (he would look so cute omg)
it didn’t matter if it was just you two hanging out or y’all were working
and he would leave it on the whole day
one day, you decided to style swap with penelope
you both walked into the office looking like each other
you’d be wearing the brightest of colors
while penelope wore darker clothing
which threw the whole team off guard, but they continued to tease you two
at least that day was just filled with paperwork and you didn’t have to fly out for a case
when derek and spencer were having their little prank war, you decided to one-up them and prank both of them
so now it’s you three pulling pranks on each other until rossi or hotch stops all of you
you would go get ice cream or frozen yogurt with spencer (even if you were lactose intolerant)
you’d do the spicy ramen challenge with penelope (i would cry tbh)
if you were to ever carpool with spencer and he’d let you listen to whatever you want
you’d probably start playing rap and sing all of the lyrics (imagine rapping to wap in front of him he’d scream)
if derek was also riding with you two, he would so hype you up
at first, spencer would look at you with wide eyes as he heard every swear word leave your mouth
but one day, you’d play your favorite rap songs again and you hear spencer mutter the lyrics
your jaw literally dropped
imagine karaoke nights with the bau
they would be so fucking fun
it doesn’t matter if you were a good singer or not
the whole team would be cheering for you (especially hotch don’t come for me)
if you were singing an upbeat song, everyone’s dancing
if you were singing a ballad, everyone’s crying and waving their phone’s flashlights
in conclusion, when you weren’t out working cases, you would have the time of your life hanging out with the bau
you were so grateful to have them by your side
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Carnival
Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Rebecca Lao)
Word Count: 2.5k
Warning: fluff and a few curse words (and PINING!)
Summary: There’s a carnival down by the bay and Becca ditches her friends to spend her special day with Ethan. This takes place during OHSY.
A/N: As always thanks to @aylamwrites for pre-reading. Also sorry this has taken so long, anon! Hope you’re happy with it 😬
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It was a warm summer day and the gang of residents finally had a Sunday off together in what felt like months. Elijah, Jackie, Sienna, Becca, Bryce and Kyra were all sprawled around the living room of the former four’s apartment, their skin itching with heat.
“I’m going to die if we don’t get the A.C. fixed,“ Becca groaned from the wooden floor.
“I called Farley,” Sienna noted from the corner of the couch. “He said someone’s coming Monday morning.“
Bryce whined, “But it’s 90 degrees today!” He was parallel to Becca, cuddling his discarded shirt as a pillow.
“Don’t you have your own place?“ Jackie retorted.
Bryce reached over to pat Becca’s stomach and responded, “I’d choose sweating my balls off with my best pal over me-time any day.“
Jackie squinted her eyes, still not too sure of the dynamic between The B’s.
Elijah was scrolling through Pictagram when he piped in, “Guys, did you know there’s a carnival in Charlestown?”
The friends responded with mixed grumbles of “no”, “really?”, and one “aren’t we too old for rides?”.
“Says there’s a beer garden, and it’s by the water,” he added in hopes of coaxing his friends into a little adventure.
It was a unanimous decision for the residents to leave the uncomfortable heat of the apartment and head to the park. The carnival was down by the bay and in support of the Boston Historical Society. The group circled the grounds twice, taking time to play one of those water racing games and sample all that the best food trucks Boston have to offer.
The tap stall was by far their favorite. The gray truck was home to six different beers and even had a game bolted to the passenger side. If you managed to get all 3 rings on the vertically hanging and impossibly tiny peg, you got a free pint and a commemorative mug. Bryce managed to win free pints for himself, Becca and Kyra - although Kyra used the cancer card when the last ring spun along the peg tantalizingly slowly before falling off the side. Bryce shot her a disapproving look as Kyra accepted the free drink. The three winners stood by while Jackie fought with the worker about how this game was completely rigged, so desperately wanting a win and free beer.
Filling up her second mug as she waited, Becca snapped a commemorative photo of her day drunk state with Bryce’s megawatt smile and wink photobombing in the background. Cheekily, she texted it to Ethan. They were friends after all. The two hadn’t crossed any intimate lines since he returned from the Amazon, though they could be caught holding hands time and time again.
Before she could respond back she was being dragged away.
“Come on, Becks!”
Bryce led them to the photobooth where they all took a string of silly pictures. It was fun to immortalize this day, but Bryce had an ulterior motive.
“Happy Birthday, Becks,” he whispered in her ear as the six of them posed with various props.
She looked over at the bright eyed and absolutely perfect man next to her, “How did you -?”
Becca didn’t like birthdays and she certainly didn’t tell people when hers was. The only people who knew the significance of today were her mother, aunt, and HR representative at Edenbrook.
All he offered was a wiggle of his manicured brows and “I have my ways of persuasion.”
“Hospital database?” she matched.
Bryce chuckled and slung an arm over his best friend’s shoulders, “I’ll never tell.”
As the sweltering afternoon set in, the group settled into the grass of the secluded beer garden and enjoyed the band playing some classic rock cover songs. She was leaning into Bryce when Becca noticed a familiar gray sweater passing by.
Her eyes furrowed thinking she was hallucinating. Who in their right mind wears a cardigan in this heat!? After blinking a few times she was certain he wasn’t a figment of her imagination.
“Be right back,” she hopped up so quickly she nudged Bryce in the ribs. “Sorry,” she mouthed as she ran after the tall and notably refined figure she’s come to admire.
“Hey!” she called from six feet away, “Dr. Grumpy!”
Ethan turned towards the recognizable sing-song voice and let her catch up to him.
Becca had the biggest smile plastered onto her sun kissed cheeks when she said, “You came.”
“It’d be a shame not to support such a worthwhile cause,” he shrugged as he crossed his arms, trying hard not to let her smile infect him. “Also there’s a gourmet mac and cheese truck I’ve heard is a must-try.”
In her current tipsy state she didn’t catch most of his words but knew she texted him about Mac Attack’s presence as a follow up to their conversation about comfort food from last week.
With a deviously elated smile, Becca slung her arm through his and tugged, “Lets go.”
Ethan was stunned by her forwardness in such a public place, however, for some reason he didn’t care.
“Where to?” he asked with a faint smirk as he shuffled along with her.
“I’ve been thinking about fried Oreo’s all day,” Becca all but moaned, licking her lips.
He quipped, “I’d like some sustenance to combat the imminent heart attack.”
“Mac Attack it is!” she said in complete elation before skipping along, dragging Ethan alongside her.
They stood fourth in line at the popular bright yellow and red food truck. The clear blue sky started to turn shades of wandering pink and purple as the sun began to set. Becca was staring up at the sky as Ethan was studying the limited menu with distaste.
“That looks awful,” Ethan groaned, pointing at the bucket of everything-on-top gooey mac-and-cheese one of the patrons was walking away with.
“Well if you didn’t want to eat greasy comfort food, why’d you come?”
Ethan dismissed her comment, sheepishly caving, “Fine, let’s share.” The beam radiating off her freckled cheeks was all the reassurance he needed. “You like truffles?”
“Nope,” she popped the ‘p’. “I like crispy onions and bacon.”
Their eyes met and Ethan let the slightest of smiles find home on his lips.
Ethan paid for the meal and the two carried the carton over to an empty wooden picnic bench. He held the cheesy heaven in his large palm stably for them to pick at with their two-pronged forks.
“I concede,” Ethan began after the second forkful, “This is rather tasty.”
“Told you!” Becca lit up. “And you should wash it down with…” she patted her body and looked around their seating area for her mug. “Crap, I left it with Bryce.” Her doe brown eyes went wide as realization washed over her. “Shit, how long have I been gone for?” she said more to herself.
Becca stood up, grabbing her phone from her jean short pocket and texted the group chat a single emoji.
“All good.” She put the phone back in its place and bent down to shove the last big forkful of gooey goodness into her mouth. “Whatcha wanna do now?” Ethan gazed at her as she not-so-eloquently spoke with a mouthful. “Riiiides?”
“I don’t do rides.”
“Heh,” she tried and wonderfully failed to hide her smirk at the naughty remark she could have made. One and a half more beers and she would have made it.
He raised a questioning eyebrow.
“Your options are: ferris wheel, sizzler, or photobooth and beer garden,” she listed off a few things she wouldn’t mind doing. “Fair warning, my friends are camped out in the beer garden.”
He sighed, “Ferris wheel.”
“So romantic!” she winked.
“I regret this already.”
The two chucked the rubbish in the nearest garbage pail and made their way to the side of the park with the rides. They walked side by side, their hands brushing against the other’s every now and again. In the bubble of waning alcohol and heat of this surprising summer day her pinky extended to caress his before capturing it as her own.
Not far from the Ferris wheel entrance, they noticed Baz, Zaid and Ines in conversation by the ticket booth. With a timid look at one another Ethan took her whole hand in his and promptly changed course;
“Photobooth.”
She can’t say she minded.
Becca tugged back on his hand stopping him in his tracks. Ethan whipped around, eyes pleading. He did not want to be caught, lest by Baz.
“Beer first. You gotta catch up,” she enlightened. “I don’t want four photos of Dr. Grouch. I want Ethan.”
Lucky enough they were at the east entrance while her friends were still camped out by the west. Even more in Ethan’s favor, one of the stalls was a local whiskey distillery.
“Someone knew you were coming,” Becca joked as she pointed to the wooden stall.
After some bargaining, the doctors were graciously allowed to down two flights of samples in exchange for Ethan placing a decent-sized delivery order.
“Last one.” He inspected the liquid. “I will not be offended if you can’t stomach it. Though I will judge you.” He lifted the dixie cup up and she saluted hers as well.
The thick brown solvent smelled like sweet gasoline and tingled against her tongue. Becca pursed her lips in an attempt to keep an indifferent face. She couldn’t do it. Her mouth begged for air and a chaser. “It burns,” she choked.
Everything about Becca was endearing. Her cheeks were flushed and her freckles were more prominent than he had ever seen, even in the dusk and illuminated by harsh floodlights. A brisk night breeze washed over them sending a shiver up her spine. Without a second thought, Ethan shrugged out of his cardigan, holding it open for her.
Becca closed the gap between them, turning her back and slipping her arms into the baggy sleeves of the soft fabric. The closeness and wafts of his cologne were another type of intoxicating. She fell into it. Her back pressed into Ethan’s chest, she tilted to see the ebullient blue eyes gazing down at her. His supple lips parted. The pleasant whiskey-laced breaths enticing her.
Their locked eyes were glazed, a telling signal that it was about time to let loose.
Ethan licked his lips and swallowed hard. “Where’s this godforsaken photobooth?”
With the kindest of smiles she broke the trance, pulling his cardigan tightly around her and moving onto the next activity.
They moseyed on over to the photobooth, coming full circle on her special day out.
Being just over 6’4”, Ethan was too tall and the photographer signaled him to sit on the stool. Becca gazed at the box of props in consideration, deciding to go au naturale. She already had the silly photos from earlier, anyway. Looking at Ethan sitting there impatiently Becca bit her lip, deciding on an audacious move.
She sauntered over, fitting herself perfectly in the space between his legs. She perched herself on his left thigh and draped her arm over the back of his shoulders, feeling every tense muscle along his upper back. Ethan reflexively closed his legs tight to give her better balance and wrapped his left arm securely around her waist. The much too big cardigan slipped, exposing her bare shoulders. Their eyes locked. His free hand flew to the exposed skin of her leg as it lifted to lay across his lap on its own volition. The corners of her lips perked before she turned her head to the camera, letting the photographer know they were more or less ready.
They both gave their best candid smile.
Click.
Becca was so close. Ethan was drawn to the sweet scent of vanilla and gardenias on her neck. His eyes hooded as he relished her, and his left hand grabbed a wanton fistful of sweater.
Click.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw him inching closer, and tilted her head towards him. Their noses brushed.
“It’s my birthday,” she whispered, their lips mere centimeters apart.
“Is it?” he murmured.
Click.
She nodded sheepishly, her half-lidded eyes never leaving his.
His wide eyes never looked more crystal clear.
A signature smirk took place as he hinted, “Then I supposed ‘Happy Birthday’ is in order.”
His heated breath was sweet with the last notes of whiskey and lingering of mint. It surrounded her, pulling her closer to him. His shallow breaths picked up as her lungs stopped working. It was as if he was breathing for her, giving her life in his simplistic existence. A fleeting pound against her side gave her a push.
She kissed him. For the first time in months they became one.
Their lips overlapped, capturing his plump bottom lip between her own. His shoulders rounded under her touch. Neither dared to deepen the moment. Her tender kiss became bruising as he gripped her tighter, closer - as close as their flush bodies could become.
Click.
Ethan pulled away, “Reb-”
She pressed her index finger to his lips. “Shh, that’s my present,” she sighed with her forehead against his.
They sat there longer than acceptable, hearts racing and eyes conveying all they wish they had the courage to say.
The loud grumble from the photographer brought them back into reality.
Becca waited a few steps away from the booth as Ethan apologized and paid for the photographs. He bought two copies; folding one delicately in his wallet before walking over and handing the other to her.
Becca stared at the first photo on the strip, her thumb hovering over their faces. “I can’t believe you’re smiling,” she contentedly muttered. Her eyes trailed down to the last. Looking up at Ethan she told him in earnest, “Best present ever.”
Ethan’s hand flew to rub the back of his neck as he averted his gaze down to the dewy grass. “I - I knew it’s your birthday, Rookie.”
She raised a brow, “Came down to celebrate with me?”
“Something like that.”
Becca found the hidden smile in his features instantly. She went to take a step closer to him, daring for their lips to meet once more.
But the universe had other plans.
The loud bellowing voice stopped her motions, “Becks!”
“Becca!” another rang.
“Over here!” Bryce shouted once more from a fried food stand.
They both let out a breath of air.
Becca bit her lip as she looked from Ethan to Bryce and back to Ethan. “I… should go.”
Deep brown met clouded blue, both filled with restrained sorrow.
“Don’t get into any trouble.”
“No promises.” She winked as she slipped out of his sweater. He accepted the fabric, now envious of how it was able to hold her all evening long. A lightbulb went off in Ethan’s mind as she started to turn away.
“Oh.. right,” Ethan called her back to attention. She spun around, hopeful. “Here.” He handed her an ivory envelope from his back pocket with her name written out in his fluid script.
She held the card in the same hand as the photos, looking down at it longingly. “Thank you.” Becca brought the weighted paper up to linger over her heart as she took one more look up at his sapphire blue eyes glistening along with the stars.
Ethan gave a single nod, “See you tomorrow, Rookie.”
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your first date with robin
[robin buckley x reader]
request: hi! could you do a hc for robin x reader on what their first date would be like? and when you can could you write something about their first “i love you”? basically anything with robin + fluff! thanks! 💘
warning: none.
author’s note: i decided to save the first i love you request for another post which will fit well in terms of its narrative, so that will be coming soon :) this serves as a continuation of the 'meeting robin for the first time’ headcanons i wrote a while ago which can be read here.
with you talking on the phone with robin for days on end and your constant visits to family video
the realisation hit that you guys still have yet to plan a date
ofc you and robin got caught up in the ‘will we? won’t we?’ dance, slightly teasing but shying away from the subject of your growing interest in one another
cause you know, suspense!!!!
your guys’ inability to move things forward was starting to get maddening
especially for keith
he was catching on to how you would only drop by the store just to talk to robin
“quit distracting our employees, you’re ruining business here!”
“isn’t that the whole point keith? for people to come up to us and- you know what, just forget it” - robin
although not the slightest bit intimidating, he was threatening to kick you out if you didn’t rent out at least two tapes
this whole situation acted as a catalyst of some sort
it was now or never, you had to make your move
“well i just stopped by to see if you wanted to…”
“to...?” she was anticipating what was going to come out of your mouth next
“go on a date”
robin leans her elbow on the counter, propping her chin on her hand, “sure, with who?”
what a smartass
you jokingly roll your eyes at her, “with me, of course,” and eventually a smile slowly tugs at the corner of your mouth
“well it took you long enough [y/n]”
now it was time to think of what to do
there aren’t many exciting things to do in hawkins besides:
a) starcourt mall which *spoiler alert* is now obliterated
and b) the arcade, although fun, is filled with too many annoying kids
you were stumped on where to go
it wasn’t until robin ended up ringing you in the middle of the night talking
telling you about how an annual roller rink is set up in hawkins and open from a limited period of time before it moves to the next town over
you were open to the idea, but one problem came up
“robin, i have no idea how to skate”
“don’t worry, i’ll teach you… eventhoughibarelyknowhowtomyself”
“what?”
“alright goodnight!”
so it was official
the idea of roller skating as a first date was perfect, but not so perfect at the same time
cause you and robin had little to no experience
but it would provide you both the opportunity to learn together (a great bonding experience, if you will)
so the date goes as follows:
as soon as you and robin enter the place, you’re immediately greeted with a kaleidoscope of colours flashing before your eyes
with neon strobe lights blinking intricate patterns
the latest releases of songs blaring from the speakers located at every wall
as well as a whirlpool of skaters gliding smoothly to the beat
you two were pumped
robin promptly gets the correct roller skates sizes for the both of you and you start to tug your shoelaces tight
as soon as you get ready to step into the rink, your confidence disappears and is instead replaced by nerves
robin notices your sudden change of mood
“hey, it’ll be fun don’t sweat it,” she reassures you as she rubs your arm
you take her words in for a second and believed them
when you got started, it wasn’t all that bad
depends if you consider ‘not all bad’ as just you clinging on the barrier of the rink for dear life for 10 minutes
but after a bit of convincing from robin, you release yourself from that sense of safety that the barrier provided you
what she says she knows about the basics of roller skating was “slightly bend your knees and kick off one foot and the other, so you keep up a continuous momentum”
so you do just that
unfortunately your efforts are futile, you just barely end up gliding across the rink
you’re like a deer stranded on thin ice, awkwardly stumbling around in one spot
robin finds the whole thing endearing, and she continues to help you out
after a few falls and bumps here and there, slow but surely you were getting the hang of skating
“hey look robin, i’m finally doing it!”
she watches as you crash into two people
oops nevermind
you were contemplating whether or not to resort back to holding onto the barrier again
just for the sake of not developing anymore bruises
“are you sure you don’t want to grab onto me?” robin suggests
“if i'm going down, you’re going to get dragged down with me”
out of nowhere she grabs your hand and threads her fingers with your own, it takes you by surprise
“that won’t stop me in the slightest”
robin’s confidence was admirable, it was something you wanted to gain for yourself
she winks at you, “let’s roll”
very punny
you hold onto her hand so tight, you swear your knuckles are gonna burst
also you were hoping robin doesn’t notice your palms sweating
not because you were afraid of falling cause you did that too many times already
oh no no
it’s cause you were holding her hand
or she was holding your hand
anyways, how could we forget
it wouldn’t be a proper roller rink without the highly anticipated “couples only” skate segment
the whole atmosphere changes in an instant, all the lights turn into a cool blue and a mirrorball descends from the ceiling
you and robin find yourselves in the middle of the rink, surrounded by a myriad of people pairing up and circling around you both
robin turns to look at you with a sheepish smile “you think you got the hang of it?”
you just lightly nod at robin which compels her to move closer next to you
so close that you’re brushing shoulders
in a collaborative effort, you both begin with your right foot and start to move slowly along the main direction people were going in
robin cautiously snakes her arm around your waste
“it’s just for more stability... if that’s okay with you”
sure jan
you utter a light “yeah, o-of course,” and do the same thing with her
subconsciously, you can’t help but rest yourself against robin’s shoulder
the disc jockey starts playing how deep is your love by the beegees to set the mood
the two of you didn’t have many words to say for the duration of the couple skate besides stealing brief glances
robin was just happy to be near you, to be close to you right now
getting lost into the trance of the music, and all that
you two are getting used to the pace at which you were skating, and your movements are in sync together
growing confident in your skills, your footwork becomes more swift and agile which robin silently admired
your hair is caught in the slight breeze as you pace faster, you’re starting to feel invisible as you take the reigns
combined with that, there was something about the lights reflecting off the mirrorball and decorating your face in all the right areas that makes robin’s heart skip a beat
she gets all too consumed with her thoughts and accidentally misses a turn that you simultaneously try to make
suddenly you both are heading towards the barrier at a fast rate
“oh shit”
you try to help swerve away from the direction you both were going in, but you end up losing balance
it results in the equilibrium you two have going to falter
where your left leg clashes into robin’s right leg
while you are leaning backwards and she is leaning way too forward
both your guys’ arms are interlocked tighter than ever, preparing for the inevitable impact
as expected, you and robin end up tumbling to the ground which catches the attention of the other couples in the rink
your cheeks begin to turn hot as you find yourself lying on top of her
you worry for robin as she was the one to land on her lower back
“are you okay???” you gently shake robin by her shoulders
she doesn’t respond to you at first, but you could feel a slight chuckle vibrating against her chest
robin abruptly starts laughing out loud which startles you
you didn’t know if she was laughing because the situation was funny, extremely embarrassing, painful, or a combination of all three
either way you can’t help but succumb to her air of hysteria, robin’s laugh is too infectious to avoid
time (as well as some people) stood still and it was just the two of you in your own world
the music drowns out, and you and robin don’t care to shamefully avoid the eyes of onlookers
finally when you guys compose yourselves, you steadily get up and try to help her off the ground
“c'mon let’s get out of here, i think us amateurs ruined the mood for these so-called professionals” robin grins as she reaches your level, one of her hands still interlocking with your own
“you think?”
still in a daze, robin’s only response to your quip is to playfully nudge you
as you guys return your roller skates to the counter and make your way to the exit
you and robin suddenly stop in unison to notice something in the corner
it’s a photobooth
the two of you share a look and instinctively know what you wanted to do without even saying it at all
although your first date with robin didn’t go quite as how you planned it in your head
she promised there will be more (and even better) ones to come
robin also got something to commemorate your guys’ first date too
a single black and white photo of you kissing her cheek, that is tucked safe in her wallet
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