#if anyone reads this or even sees the pictures and goes ‘oh that looks/sounds up my alley’ and watches it I will be immeasurably happy
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I think one of my favourite visual details about TAU (2018) is its unique approach to the whole “robot/ai whose eyes turn red when they turn evil” trope. The way the colour of TAU’s display gradually changes over the course of the movie is just so lovely and so immensely important to me.
The rest of this post contains spoilers for basically the whole movie, so if you are concerned about that, please feel free to go and watch it first! This post will still be here when you are done :]
Initially, TAU’s light is completely red - aside from a slight orange tone in the centre of his “iris” - when he is still in his emotionally blank, unquestioning, “factory settings” state. The orange tones become more prevalent as he begins to speak with Julia, and the inner rings adopt an increasingly vibrant green as they interact more and his care for her and curiosity about the outside world grow, along with his defiance and resentment of Alex.
Once TAU reaches the point at which his loyalties lie firmly with Julia, only the outer edge of his display is red, the centre being a gradient from orange to bright gold to bright green, and glowing so much more brightly as well. When he shares his symphony and his being with her, all of his projections are made up of pure warm, golden light, flecked with green.
When I first watched it, the colour change was so gradual that I barely noticed it had changed until near the end, where he had all of his memories erased and his display reverted to being completely red like it had been at the very beginning, the intensity of his lights dulled back down as well. It was such a jarring change all of a sudden, and really helped to hammer home the realisation that all of his development as a person, the things he had learned and his time with Julia had been ripped away.
But perhaps one of my favourite touches is made evident by the drones TAU controls; they, too, have “irises” of red light at the beginning and gradually change colour along with the rest of him over the course of the movie, but when the drone Julia escapes with at the end wakes up and its eye glows only green, it’s just such a beautiful and relieving moment…
I could go on and on even more about the way colour and light are used in TAU because I absolutely adore it, but this is just what I was very focused on and appreciative of in my recent rewatch and I really wanted to shout from the rooftops about it for a little bit. I kept thinking about how much I loved seeing this reversal of the aforementioned trope; an AI whose light changes colour not to signify an impending cliché evil rampage, but to reflect positive change - growth and healing, the development of empathy, remorse, self-worth, loyalty, love.
It wasn’t at all what I expected from this movie when I first decided to watch it in 2019 but it was so pleasantly surprising to me, and these heartfelt and sincere themes are the main factor that secured TAU its place as my main comfort movie.
#it really might be my favourite movie now that I think about it tbh#no other movie has comforted and spoken to me quite the way this one does#and it’s the only non-musical movie I can watch over and over again and still enjoy the hell out of#if anyone reads this or even sees the pictures and goes ‘oh that looks/sounds up my alley’ and watches it I will be immeasurably happy#it is a little heavy at some points due to the subject matter of the plot but it is also just.. so hopeful and tender#tau netflix#tau 2018#tau#robots#ai#artificial intelligence
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Reader receives Peggys nudes accidentally
Authors note: For Cap Carter specifically (Agent Carter is also hot, but this damn super soldier has me in a choke hold)
Word count: 691 Marvel Masterlist How They React To Masterlist
Technology is not her strong suit, she'd be the first one to tell you that too. So, it's hardly a surprise that she messed something up regarding her phone and its picture sending abilities. However, it is a surprise that she managed to accomplish sending you not just one, but two full frontal nudes that she had experimentally taken in the mirror after a shower while back. And she'd somehow done so just by shoving her phone in her pocket haphazardly after leaving a meeting. Great.
She has no idea what to do here, is there a way to unsend a photo? She hasn't a clue. Stark would know, and could probably do it too, but she would rather fist fight an alligator than explain this situation to the smug genius and have him see her pictures
“Oh, hell…” she mutters as she notices the read symbol showing up below the messages.
Knowing that you've now actually seen them, meaning you've seen her in full glory, has her face turning nearly as red as the stripes on her suit. Even though she's sure you're aware this was accidental, she wishes to apologize for her enormous blunder, but currently her hands just won't cooperate.
On your end, you really aren't fairing much better. You had been working on finishing up some after mission reports when your phone went off, twice. Now normally you would have ignored it, as you really did need to finish the paperwork for Hill. But from the drop-down notification you could see that it had been Peggy, and since you have a soft spot for the woman, and no it certainly wasn’t because you were crushing on her, you decided to let yourself be distracted
You come to regret that now though, because you're absolutely certain you were not meant to see those pictures of her. And you feel terrible, because even knowing that, you couldn't stop yourself from looking anyway. You knew the serum had bulked her up, afterall you'd gotten glimpses of some of that due to her workout apparel, but seeing her bare really drove the point home of just how fit she truly was. And the way the water droplets gathered in the recesses of her defined muscles, god was it attractive. But you do your best to shake those thoughts away. Now was not the time to ogle, as she was surely panicking. Now was the time to be casual, if at all possible.
She's not sure how long she sat there mentally berating herself for getting you both into this mess before her phone dings. She's all too aware that it was a message coming through and her stomach twists in knots with the anticipation that it's most likely you responding to her photos. She takes a deep breath before picking up the device to read your message
Jesus Peg, take a girl to dinner first
Her stomach twists again, but this time for an entirely different reason. You didn’t sound upset that you had gotten them, and you certainly weren’t disgusted by her accidental implication that you’d be into another woman. In fact, though you were trying to be comical about the ordeal, it almost seemed as though you liked them. And the thought alone had her heart pounding in her chest
Bloody device had a mind of its own, I am truly sorry
No harm done. Besides, I’d rather get your nudes than anyone else's
Oh my god, did you really just type that? And hit send?? You slam your head down against your desk with a groan and pray that it goes undelivered, or that somehow her phone spontaneously combusts before she can read it. However, you aren't that lucky.
Her eyebrows raise at your admission, and she finds herself chewing on her bottom lip in contemplation. Should she take a risk? Surely there'd be no harm in it, if you reacted this well to an unsolicited picture of her naked then your reaction to a date request wouldn’t be anything she couldn’t handle.
Well then, how about we grab that dinner? I can pick you up at 6
#peggy carter#peggy carter x reader#peggy x y/n#peggy x reader#marvel#fanfic#marvel fanfiction#captain carter
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In between (paige bueckers)
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"Does this look good?" I say to Azzi "yes now you can look all nice for your little girlfriend" "she's not my girlfriend" I say rolling my eyes.
"I think we should go to Victoria's Secret, I've been needing some new underwear,” Azzi says. “Oh my God yes,” I said excitedly. We walk into Victoria's Secret and Azzi immediately goes to the underwear, while I walk around looking at pajama sets. I look around a little bit more when I see a lingerie set that catches my eye.
All of a sudden Paige calls me “Hey, where are you and Azzi right now?” she says sounding bored “Hi Paige, me and Azzi are in Victoria's Secret right now” I say to her “Ouuu Victoria Secret you gonna send me sum” she says with a smirk ” stop it paige” I say blushing. Azzi comes over smiling “Who has you cheesing and blushing like that?” she says with a smile I start giggling “I'm making you blush in the middle of the store?” Paige teases me. Azzi immediately gets who I'm talking to and walks away “Paige can you please” I say desperately she laughs “What am I making you all worked up?” she says, I respond smiling “Paige goodbye”
I immediately go back to the lingerie set that caught my eye a few moments ago “I need to try this on immediately” I say to myself I go up to the changing rooms and ask for a dressing room I undress and I try it on loving how it looks as soon as I put it on I take some pics so I can send them to Azzi later I'm so excited it was a bit pricey for a college student but I couldn't pass up the opportunity. I immediately went to find Azzi, I tell her all about the call with Paige and she starts teasing me.
I've had a crush on Paige since freshman year but we've been friends for what feels like forever It has always been me Paigeand Azzi and I'm scared to admit my feelings for Paigeeven tho Azzi says she feels the same I'm Just really scared to put our friendship at risk I can't even think about what I would do myself without paige she's always been the light of my life
After the teasing, I tell Azzi all about the lingerie set and how I'll send her pictures later to get a sneak peek. Her face lights up. We go to Sephora and a sneaker store where I buy myself a pair of Black Cat. I've always loved these sneakers so I treated myself.
Nika calls me “Girl are we going out tonight?” sounding tired Nahiems has been giving her a lot of BS lately so she just wants to go out and let loose. I say of course I go straight to H&M Azzi helps me pick out an outfit since I needed a new one. It's a black long sleeve bodysuit showing a lot of cleavage and some gray cargos. I text Nika saying “Is Paige going to be there?” Azzi reads my texts then looks at me and laughs. I blush Azzi knowing I'm down bad.
Fast forward 4 hours to where Nika and I are all getting ready to go to Teds and be the crazy college party girls we are. Paige and I have been texting all afternoon about literally nothing. That's one thing I love about Paige, how I can talk about nothing for hours and she’ll listen.
I start to change and for some reason, I feel scandalous and I decide to put the set on under my outfit no one is going to see but me so why not feel good right?
Paige called me asking if I was ready because she wanted to pick me up. I asked why and she said no reason. So I of course made up a lie so I didn't have to tell Nika and Azzi I was going to be leaving with Paige. They had their suspicions and they knew something was going on with me and Paige
The last couple of months we've definitely been more than friends but we haven't kissed or anything so I've been quite confused. She always says that we are more than friends and she cares about me a lot more than she does anyone else but she won't do anything about it. We almost kissed once, it was when I went to drop off Paige's basketball shoes . There was a lot of tension at the moment her hands on my waist, me looking into her eyes, arms wrapped around her neck and that was until of course Qadences dumbass cock blocked us. She just had to walk in on us while she was on live. I've always wondered where we would've been if Qadence didn't walk in but everything happens for a reason I guess.
I get into Paige's car and she gives me that stupid smile she always does. The one that makes me fold every time. Her eyes are extra blue her hair straight and we are almost matching
“Hi,” I say blushing she catches on and says “Hi, you look so pretty” which makes me blush even more than before I stutter and say “Thank you” It's a short drive to Teds but she puts her hand on my thigh which she's never ever done before so it caught me off guard she notices me react and asks if I was okay I nod and she rests her hand higher, God shes going to kill me.
we pull up to Teds and walk in Azzi and Nika of course ask if we came together. I say no and Paige says yes and the situation is immediately uncomfortable. I respond with I'm going to the bar which Paige follows me I order a vodka cran and Paige orders her obvious dirty shirley classic. Paige pays for our drinks, I try to tell her she doesn't have to but she smirks at me.
She pulls me by my waist back to the table which I'm not necessarily mad about. After a few drinks she gets more and more touchy, another classic Paige moment but she has never been this touchy with me before.
I go to the bar to get out of her hold so I can breathe but of course, she follows me her hands wrap around my waist and she shoves her face into my neck i giggle because it tickles but she kisses my neck and it catches me off guard she takes her head out my neck and orders us more drinks.
Before I got to the bathroom I tell Nika and Azzi, they say okay I was hoping they would come with me but they didn't so I, of course, had to ask needy Paige and she follows me again I walk in and so does she she pins me to the wall and says “can we go back to my place please”.
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THEY CATCH YOU READING/WATCHING SOMETHING SPICY. 𝜗𝜚
(´∀｀*)ε｀ ) ౨ৎ N–sfw content !! ; Dom!Floyd, Cater, Rook + Fem!Reader. ᡴꪫ
꒰ † ੭ Pt. 2, for the event!
꒰ঌ 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 ໒꒱ — 🪦
He really wasn't in the mood to work around in the mostro lounge, but you being there somehow made it better, he could stare at that pretty face of yours all day. Lips around the straw as you sip on your drink, they would've looked prettier around his cock, eyes focused on your phone. What work are you doing that you can't even look at your lover? hmph.
He quickly snatches your phone away, pouting like a child, “Hey shrimpy, watcha readin’? Oh– fanfiction huh? Aha that's so cute.” He laughs at your cute attempts to take the phone from his hand, he's taller than you after all.
He leans into your face, “Come on shrimpy, how ‘bout we go to the storage room and have some fun, since you're askin’ for it. Bet I'm gonna make you feel even better!” He picks you up, throwing you over his shoulders, walking to the storage room proudly with his shit eating grin.
꒰ঌ 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 ໒꒱ — 🪦
He couldn't wait to go meet his lover, a cutie all to himself, he's so lucky. He even brought you some clothes to try on so he could take more pictures! definitely doesn't have 1000 pics of you. So he made his way to your dorm.
Click. You swear you can die out of embarrassment as you quickly slam your laptop shut. Looking at him nervously, “Uh..I can explain–” you stammered, sweating bullets.
“Nope, you're so naughty, Y/N, aren't you? I think I'm gonna keep the picture! Didn't know you were into filming while doing it..” He teases while waving the camera as he pushes you back on the bed so you're laying, his phone in his hand.
“Look at you, looking so cute and record, there–” His hands work to open your uniform.
꒰ঌ 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐤 ໒꒱ — 🪦
This guy sees everything, of course he does, cause he's a hunter. You're sitting in the library, ears a deep shade of red, you keep looking around nervously, perhaps afraid that people will see what you're reading?
He sneakily goes behind you, making no sound with practised ease. Eyes scanning the text, “Mon trickster, I didn't know you were into this type of books!”
He lets out a hearty laugh as he sits beside you, his hand now resting on your thighs as his fingers tease your folds through your panties. He leans down to whisper in your ear, his breath hot, eyes narrowed.
“Now, I hope you'll keep quiet? Mon amour, you don't want anyone to find out what we're doing, right? Just like the book.”
#twst smut#twisted wonderland x yuu#twisted wonderland smut#twst x female reader#twst x you#twst x reader#twst x yuu#twst x y/n#twisted wonderland x reader#rook x reader#rook smut#rook x yuu#floyd smut#floyd x reader#cater x reader#cater smut#𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐄'𝐒 :: 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 (ᵔ◡ᵔ)
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hey sweeties!! kel and i put a list together of all the submissions we got for our event and split them into two masterlists of fics for you all to read and enjoy! this is my part of the list, so if you don't see yours give @beskarandblasters 's list >here< a look and see if that's where your fic/submission ended up!
we can't thank you enough for submitting and helping us give a voice to the smaller writers of the fandom ♥ oh, and for any multi chapter fics/series, we only read the first chapters to make it fair!
please make sure to read each fic's warnings carefully and happy reading! ♥
@iamskyereads - Compulsion (Ezra x ofc!Beatrice)
i can't even begin to describe how much i love this fic already. it's so smart and the worldbuilding?? incredible!! it feels like a sequel to the film, or like it could easily take place in the same universe. just brilliant. and ezra's voice is so clear here, i could hear him saying every word. and the oc, beatrice, is fascinating already, i can't wait to see where it goes!
@all-the-way-down-here - This Is Why We Fight (Dieter x nb!oc!Bell)
i love the start of this. both dieter and bell have excellent characterization and the conversations being had by every character feel so real and are so important. bell's group of friends all sound like friends i would have, and i would love to hang out with them. i love the direction this is going!
@linzels-blog - Delta Palms Tropical Resort (Frankie x f!reader)
ahh what a delightful little fic! it feels very much like an early 2000s rom com and i mean that in the best way! very cute and i love the vibes. everyone's characterization is great and i can't wait to sink my teeth into the rest of it!
@elvenmother - Context and Perspective (Marcus M x f!reader)
completely obsessed with this concept. i love a good enemies to lovers and this is such an awesome way to do it! i always see marcus m fics featuring someone without superpowers, but to have a character that's just as powerful as him? sign me up!
@kedsandtubesocks - In the Dead of the Night (Din x f!reader)
one of my absolute favorite din fics. the worldbuilding and din's creature form is incredible. i love a horror au that's flipped on its head. i also love the "creature is also the hunter" trope and this does that incredibly well. the atmosphere is off the charts.
@ghostofaboy - Rock Bottom (Frankie x original male characters)
god, i don't even know where to begin with this story. it's so raw and visceral and i can't say enough how much i enjoy it. i love reading something new and especially if it's coming from a male perspective. this is, unfortunately, something i could see frankie getting up to. frankie is such a deeply tragic character and this fic does that justice in a dark, but really intriguing way.
@ishabull - The Way We Were Drawn (Marcus P x f!reader)
ohh this is such a sweet fic. i love the imagery painted and the dynamic between marcus and reader is so sweet!
@secretelephanttattoo - Headshots (Marcus P x f!reader)
this fic is beyond sweet and so dreamy. the ideal scenario for anyone, in my humble opinion. who wouldn't want to take pictures of handsome fbi agents and then fall in love with said agent?
@lesbianhotch - you walk by and i fall to pieces (Frankie x f!reader)
THIS WAS THE CUTEST DAMN THING. i love me a nervous frankie (hello, have you read my fic lmao) and this was by far one of the cutest. i'm obsessed with reader's confidence and i just know those two are gonna be menaces once they're together. throw in some patsy cline and i am a goner. this is going on the reread list for sure.
@insomniamamma - Remain Nameless (Ezra & Cee w/ gn!reader)
ok, this one actually made me cry. i'm not sure if it's my own sleep-deprived ass that caused it but this is probably one of the most beautiful but sad fics i've read in a long time. i mean all of this in the best way because i don't normally get emotional from fics. prospect as a movie makes me emotional, though, so it doesn't surprise me that this did as well. it's such an incredible missing scene that i can, unfortunately, see absolutely happening. have some tissues nearby.
@sweetercalypso - Unlikely Friends (Joel x gn!reader)
this fic is one of my absolute favorite fics for joel. a big reason for that is i have a cat named tilly. and imagining joel reluctantly and grumpily cuddling with my tilly makes me emotional, ok??
@softstarlite - The Casualty of Love (Javi P x f!reader)
very cute! i love the awkward tension around not seeing someone for so long and there being a huge glow up maturity-wise from one of them! seeing someone in a new light is always a strange thing and i love the start to these two and their journey!
@julesonrecord - Shots (Jack x f!reader/oc)
probably one of the best post-movie fics i've ever read for jack. the way jack's trauma and therapy is handled is so fucking brilliant and tonic is one of the best fucking characters, god. eva is written so well and i just. i can't recommend this fic enough. if you like jack, hell even if you don't, give this fic a shot. i promise you'll come out of it liking it.
@coulsons-fullmetal-cellist - The Audition (Dieter x f!reader)
goddd this was so cute! dieter's insecurities don't come up very often and i absolutely love what a match he and reader make. she's so sweet with him and takes such good care of him. and he loves her so much and i love them ok
@max--phillips - A Little Lipstick Never Hurts (Max P x f!reader)
this is one of the best explorations into kink that i've ever read. it's so respectful and hot as fuck. completely obsessed with this take on max as a character and i can't get enough of the dynamic between him, reader, (and eventually dieter). it may not be everyone's cup of tea, but i highly encourage you to give it a try. max gets some well deserved lessons taught, and who doesn't love that?
@coastielaceispunk - The Gift of Lingerie (Max L x f!reader)
god, this was so fucking hot. i'm so here for a mentally healed maxwell in a healthy marriage with a fulfilling sex life lol the little bit of teasing on both their parts was beyond sexy and i loved how equal everything felt. ugh, will be rereading this one for sure.
@lotrefcp - Hidden Away (Javi P x f!reader)
i'm obsessed with a no nonsense reader with just as much attitude/sass as javi does lol i just kept reading going GET HIS ASS. an excellent start to a universe i'm excited to sink my teeth into!
@beefrobeefcal - On the Waterfront (Frankie x f!reader)
oh, this is dark. i love the vibes immediately. i've had a weird fascination with the mafia for most of my life and this has that air about it. a dark, chubby mob boss!frankie is right up my alley for sure. i love that he's still frankie tho. sensible, practical, but with an edge. mind the warnings.
@flightlessangelwings - La Estrella de Mi Vida (Javi G x f!reader)
ahhh so romantic and so tragic!! i swear, it's impossible to make javi unappealing but this fic is just so sweet and manages to make me love him even more (somehow). but i love the added drama and tension from outside forces!! i need to read the rest of it asap!
@littlemisspascal - Rockford & Roan (Tim x f!reader)
my god, i love this?? i'm not usually one for superpowers/soulmate au's but i'm in love with the practicality of this? it feels otherworldly without being too much and it's very grounded. i love the reader and the way tim is written is so believable. i love that we as a fandom have created such a visceral image of this character from only a minute's worth of footage!
@something-tofightfor & @the-blind-assassin-12 - Aphelion (Oberyn x Ellaria & f!reader)
goddd the imagery painted in this one. so heartbreaking. absolutely breathtaking. i'm a slut for vampires and i'm a slut for oberyn/ellaria. this is absolutely something i will be reading the rest of lol
@bluestar22x - The Rockford Files (Tim x f!reader)
ok this is insanely good. one of my favorite books of all time is "red dragon" by thomas harris and i felt like i was reading that again while i read this. the details of the case and the cadence of everything was top notch. obsessed with the psychic element thrown in there and i'm beyond excited to see where tim and psy end up next!
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@sweetenerobert - Fiction vs Reality (Tommy Miller x m!reader)
ohhhh my god. you give me a bisexual tattoo artist tommy miller with stretched ears and i'm supposed to be normal about it??? UNLIKELY. i am extremely tempted to edit this into reality ngl but my god. this was so fucking hot lmao
#pedro pascal character fanfiction#pedro pascal characters#pedro pascal cinematic universe#ezra prospect fanfiction#frankie morales fanfiction#dieter bravo fanfiction#marcus moreno fanfiction#joel miller fanfiction#javier pena fanfiction#marcus pike fanfiction#tim rockford fanfiction#din djarin fanfiction#maxwell lord fanfiction#max lord fanfiction#javi gutierrez fanfiction#oberyn martell fanfiction#tommy miller fanfiction#swfe#recs#fics
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A TRIP DOWN MEMORY LANE
[Hayakawa Family Series]
In which a photo album picture re-jogs Y/n’s memories. Pregnant! Fem! Reader
cw: none, maybe a teensy bit suggestive if you squint, also they weren’t dating yet in the flashback
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"Oh! Oh! I remember this, this was when we were 17, I let Aki cut my hair", Y/n laughed even though it wasn't that funny cause she spent the day after bawling her eyes out reason being he didn't cut it the way she wanted it.
She flipped the page and immediately after that, Denji and Power erupted into a fit of laughter, the latter holding her stomach.
It was a picture of Aki who was submerged into a small stream, he looked quite displeased.
"My papers flew into the stream and he tried getting it...you can see how that turned out".
"THAT'S HILARIOUS", Denji said through his laughter, wiping a stray tear from the corner of his eye dramatically.
Though, from Y/n's perspective, his little act of kindness was extremely considerate and it'll forever remain in the back of her memories.
{Flashback}
The young girl let out a sigh. A sigh that if anyone else were to hear it escape from her mouth, it'd be a cause for concern with how fed up she sounded.
Y/n hung her head low as she dragged her feet behind her.
"All Aki's hard work...", she rubbed her brows as if to ward off the headache that couldn't necessarily be classified as a headache. She was just really frustrated.
As she muttered to herself, she felt a hand tug her back by the loose strap on her school bag.
"What about my hard work?", as the saying goes, speak of the devil and he shall appear. As the sixteen year old turned around to be face to face with her perpetrator, she did a double take when she realised it was Aki.
"A—ah it's nothing!", she blurted, waving her hands in front of her face. When Y/n realised the very thing she was trying to hide from the ravenette was in her hand and right in his line of vision, she hastily placed her hands behind her back.
Albeit it being too late, she still thought it was worth a try anyway.
"I'm not stupid y'know", Aki rolled his eyes. He tried to move behind her but she merely followed his steps to avoid him from doing so.
"Y/n...what're you hiding?", Aki furrowed his brows each time she would follow his movement.
"Nothing".
"Then let me see your hands".
She tucked the sheet of paper under her shirt, the paper being held by the band of her school skirt.
She showed her open palms to him with a nervous smile.
"See? Nothing", she reassured him.
"Alright then..", he'd simply catch her out. His reflexes were way more swift that hers.
He first of all acted as if he had forgotten about the whole ordeal but before she could even catch on, Aki— with one foul swoop— swiped the paper from behind her, inspecting it.
"Aki!", she called out, trying to grab for the sheet but the boy held it up high, reading the contents of the page in the process while she still tried to get it back.
"You really don't need to see that, it isn't important", you'd be too disappointed she thought.
Aki tilted his head down at her in confusion. "Why're you hiding this?", he asked.
Y/n stopped trying and let her arms fall down to his chest, her hands in tight fists.
"Im really sorry", she felt like all his efforts had went to waste. "You spent so much time helping me study and I still didn't do good enough", she got a D.
After she took the math exam, she felt really confident that she'd get a higher mark but unfortunately that wasn't the case.
"Don't apologise. I'm really proud of you, Y/n", it was better than her previous results, she always failed the subject but this time she actually passed it. She looked up from his chest and to his lips which were graced with a small smile. He explained that she's her own person and that her best differed from other people's best.
She appreciated Aki's sentimental words, which was unlike him. Of course though, it was a given that she had to tease him about it now.
"Are you flirting with me", she nudged his side with a snicker.
"This is what I get for being nice to you", he huffed, shoving the paper lightly into her chest. Y/n didn't get a hold on it before Aki let go, causing the sheet to fly away with the drift of the wind.
"I was just teasing!", she chuckled as she tried to follow the sheet.
Before she could even get a hold of it, the piece of paper found residence in the nearby stream.
Y/n blinked at the sheet before letting out a groan, her whole body comically drooping.
Y/n slowly turned around when she heard a small laugh from behind her.
"I guess that's what you get for 'just teasing' huh", he voiced, making Y/n grumble under her breath.
Aki made his way over to the stream and opted to use the large rocks embedded in the stream to reach for the sheet.
The male skillfully made his way onto the first rock, then the next, and the one after that too, then he slowly leaned down to pick up the sheet as to not fall.
Too bad though. He ended up slipping on his way back and fell back into the stream.
Y/n erupted into hysterical laughter as she watched Aki's face contort into one of exasperation.
"Say cheese!", she laughed and took a picture of him. That's what he gets for mocking her.
She went out to help him and as she extended a hand out to him, he took it and pulled her into the stream along with him.
Aki wiped the splashes of water off his eyes and when his vision was finally clear, he saw Y/n straddling him with her hands at either side of his head.
Aki's eyes widened as a small coat of pink tinted the apple of his cheeks.
Y/n let out a small chuckle and sat upright on his stomach.
"You know...if you wanted to do this with me you could've just asked", Y/n joked in a sultry voice.
"Get off your high horse..and me", Aki muttered as he used his hand to cover his hot face.
Y/n had long had feelings for Aki before this incident but the male himself? It was the beginning of his gradually growing love for the girl.
{end of flashback}
"He was such a tsundere", Y/n laughed at the memory.
"I thought we established never to show this picture to anyone else", Aki creeped up behind her, startling her a bit.
"Don't worry, our lips are sealed", Denji zipped his lips and Power did the same. He pretended to lock his lips with a key and passed it to Power as she imitated his gesture.
"Sure they are", Aki sighed because he knew every Devil Hunter and their mother would hear about it.
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A/N: You can say Aki's got W Rizz 🥱
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the law of seat partners | part 3
part 1 | part 2
a/n: ok this chapter is honestly a wild ride from start to finish, really had to look into google maps to get the geographics right here, sorry if it's a bit inaccurate, the dimensions in the us are a bit difficult to grasp for my european brain lol. same goes for the bus interior and the structure of road houses. also this is gonna be super self-indulgent since i keep picturing eddie as someone with this wholesome, kind and super soft stray dog side of personality that you only get to see once you break through his shell and i'm basically just romanticising the shit out of him in this entire story. also i apologize if the whole part is a bit random, it's just that i didn't plan for this thing to even have more than one part lol. anyway, thanks for reading and please leave me comments and reblogs if you're enjoying this little series! there will be a part 4.
summary: you're still on that damn bus with eddie. he plays you some of his favourite songs and they turn out to sound really familiar. when you do finally arrive at the camp, you find yourself spending even more time with your favourite metalhead and he makes it just a bit more clear that he might really like you back. and yeah, everyone around you already seems to know.
cw/tw: first off i want to clarify that eddie and reader both are at least twenty! slow burn, mutual pining, friends to lovers overall, (brief) allusions to +18 adult content (minors go away!), sexual tension, lots of physical touch, reader being self-conscious, angst, not feeling good enough briefly, a bit of self-sabotage if you squint, a few more pet names, bestfriend!Steve being reader's rock once again, reassurance, eddie not committing a crime, no mention of y/n, no mentions of reader's physical attributes except hair.
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Lunch break acted as a reminder that the rest of your friends were also still there.
That's how lost you were getting with Eddie Munson and your legs in his lap.
The gang was once again standing in a kind of circle shaped form outside on the parking lot next to the bus. You had passed Chicago already a while ago and the blue sky hadn't exactly followed you to Wisconsin, but thankfully it wasn't raining either.
Without even thinking about it you had taken the position between Eddie and Steve.
Jonathan and Nancy were standing opposite of you, the former holding his beloved pentax in his hands, it dangling from his shoulder on a strap being the guy's default. Always ready to press the shutter, just so now.
Steve groaned a little, complaining about how his hair just wasn't looking good enough to be in a photo right now, but no one cared. As someone who loved taking photos – probably even more than the Byers boy – it was in fact one of your pet peeves whenever someone complained about having their photo taken. In your book, photos depicted memories. Why wouldn't you want to be in them?
"You gonna fill that film up today, Jon?", you asked with a grin, and the photographer just nodded.
"Alright, now that we caught Steve's mesmerizing beauty on film, anyone wanna go grab a bite?", Robin asked into the round while shifting her weight continuously from her toes to her heels and back, trying her best not to sound too desperate to get something between her teeth.
"Oh shit yeah, I'm dying", Steve replied after a quick yawn and stretch and the three freshmen boys agreed with heavy nods and exclamations of the words yes and finally.
Their boyish eagerness made Nancy chuckle just a little, and she continued by taking the hand of the older Byers boy and pulling him along with her, leading the way to the building for the rest of you.
Jonathan kept turning around every few meters to just take candids of everyone, trying to fill up the roll of film just so he could reload once you guys would arrive at the camp.
Everyone in the gang seemed to be willing to at least check out the offers from the shop, and like, get a slushie or something.
"M'lady?"
Eddie had squinted one of his eyes shut looking at you while holding his arm out for you to hold onto it, just so you both could follow the group.
"Oh, thank you good sir."
He was just a little taller than you, which made walking with your arm hooked into his quite comfortable.
You threw the knowing smile of his towards you right back at him.
And while you were following the rest of your friends, he leaned in to talk to you. Even more.
"Quite rude of Ms Kelley to interrupt our sacred listening session like that. I guess she just doesn't seem to value a good tune, huh?"
"We didn't even start the tape, Eddie."
"But we already had headphones on so we were about to, that still counts."
He poked a finger into your side while walking, trying to stop you from bringing another absolutely valid and logical argument to his silly remark, making you squeak and jump to the side a little instead, letting go of his arm.
You only could see Steve's head turn towards you, having heard your exclamation of surprise. More of his reaction was kept hidden from you though, since Eddie had decided to continue poking, so you were left with no choice but to run, giggling like a toddler.
"Eddieeee, stoooop", you yelled in a higher pitch than your normal voice, trying and failing miserably at the attempt to hide between Robin, Will and Lucas.
You could hear your friends laugh, the sight must have been hilarious.
There was no escaping Eddie the freak Munson.
You had almost reached the motion sensor of the front door when he grabbed you by the waist, pulled your back flush against his front and apparently felt no hesitation encasing you in his arms entirely. He let out a short, low hum at the feeling and it sent a shiver straight through you.
You were slowly getting warm at the frequency you were having physical contact with him, but having so much of his body touching yours in this way did not leave you unaffected in the slightest.
His embrace made your heartbeat speed up, but it also transported this really comforting, almost soothing wave of feeling protected.
And it had you yearning for him. And it was essentially confusing you.
"Say that I'm right", you heard his deep voice mumble, the side of his head pressed lightly against yours.
You could feel the warmth radiating from his body. The way he smelled. The way he held you tight.
Yeah, bye.
"Huh?"
You wanted your voice to sound equally low to his, but it didn't come out quite as such.
"Ms Kelley disrespects the law."
He couldn't be serious.
"Eddieeeeee!", you laughed at his silliness and the great amount of dramatics he put into his persistence with referring to his law of seat partners rule joke thing.
The long haired boy let go of you since the others had caught up. You just saw him grin at you, before Steve swung an arm around his shoulders, pulling his best friend through the sliding doors, while you felt Max grab your hand.
The road house your teachers had decided to stop at consisted of a restaurant, bathrooms of course and a small convenience store, the latter being the destination of Max and you, while the others ventured out into the restaurant, trying to find something warm and edible to stuff themselves with before they would join the both of you.
"Are you having a good time? With him, I mean", Max dropped at you, slowly strolling through the aisles of products that ranged from sweets over car supplies to toothpaste.
The widest grin was plastered over her face as she eyed you curiously.
The question surprised you a little. And maybe you hadn't really been aware of your surroundings for the last few hours, for obvious reasons.
"Hm? Oh yeah, he's being so sweet", you replied to your friend, "not sure what's gotten into him today though, he's never been like this."
Max gave you a questioning look, clearly asking you to elaborate.
"I don't know, I mean he's always throwing arms around me and stuff, but this, I don't know, this feels different", you continued, not being able to meet her eye, "I mean, he's always nice to me when we're around each other, but he seems so much m–"
"He likes you."
Max interrupted your sentence.
"What?"
"It's so fucking obvious. Have you seen the way he looks at you?"
I mean, yeah sure you had taken notice of the way he had been gazing at you with his baby cow eyes all day today. Actually, ever since he met you all those months ago, now that you're thinking about it. But why would you read anything into that?
You felt warmth spreading over your cheeks.
Did Eddie Munson really like you? Like that?
"He's just being nice, Max."
Only now you shot her a look, trying to tell her what you were too self-conscious, even anxious about to say out loud.
Guys never really seemed to see you as someone they could like. You were so used to the vast majority of them treating you as one of their bros, if they even treated you like anything at all, so when there was someone showing interest in you in other ways, it freaked the living hell out of you. To the point of denying yourself something potentially nice. Or more like, someone nice.
"Just nice? He is never that nice to me! I think you're just way too much in your head about this. You know you like him. And he likes you back, it's crystal clear to me, in fact, to all of us."
Wait. All of them? Had he talked to anyone about you?
Now you were the one giving her the questioning look, and before you could say anything, Robin popped up next to the both of you with a pair of wide eyes along with raised eyebrows.
"Okay, what are we buying, hm? I need more cookies, Steve and Jonathan ate all of them already", she informed you, walking off to find her restock of baked sweets, just as quickly as she had appeared.
You giggled lightly at the similarity of her and your snack situation.
Max only gave you a grin and a wink through her sky blue eyes before following Robin to the cookie section. The boys and Nancy returned from their feast not long after and you had tried your best to bring your focus to the task at hand: finding something snackable that wasn't too much of an overload, but also essential for the remaining time on the road.
Steve grabbed and pulled you away from the others on the way outside, back to the bus. The thirty minutes were almost over and no one wanted to risk being left in the middle of nowhere aka Bumfuck, Wisconsin, nor having a search party consisting of Ms Kelley and Mr Clarke out roaming the area.
"Hey there", Steve looked at you while walking by your side and throwing an arm around you.
He truly was your best friend and so you just happened to know everything about each other's lives. He had always been your rock throughout high school and mainly responsible for having you be part of the gang. He knew about your issues and always tried to give you advice.
You let your arm sneak around Steve's back, around the height of his waist.
"Everything alright with you, honey?"
You glanced up at him just nodding and he shot you a knowing look, before turning his head around to wink at someone.
The grin on his face widened before turning his attention back to you.
"Uh yeah, I'm having a good time, thanks for checking on me", you replied to him while holding onto the box of chocolates you had ended up buying.
"Munson treating you right I hope, yeah?", Steve inquired further.
You could feel your heart jump a little at the mention of Eddie's name. What you also could feel was the eyes of the long wavy haired boy on your back. He had run after Dustin who had pinched his ass on the way out and you just assumed they were a bit further behind you and Steve.
"A bit more than usual, yeah. I don't really understand why, though. Max said he likes me? But–"
A little frown now covered Steve's lightly freckled face.
You stopped. He stopped. And kept his arm around you. And then you sighed, when his big brown eyes found yours and the way he looked at you changed into a worried brow furrow.
"I think I'm terrified, Steve. I don't know how to behave around him seriously and I don't know how to handle all the affection. That's all so new and I don't want to disappoint him because he deserves someone who's able to give him everything he wants and he's already making himself vulnerable by letting someone in close like that and what if he's gonna realise that I'm just really weird for not being used to–"
"Hey, hey sweetheart, slow down", Steve put a stop to your little ramble, a soft tone to his voice, "you're overthinking. You like him, isn't that right?"
You just looked up at him, almost a bit teary eyed since you were realising a lot of things at the moment, and dealing with your own insecurities and issues was just not easy. Especially in a situation where you couldn't retreat or flee.
And then you nodded.
Steves frown shifted into a grin.
"Then there's absolutely nothing to worry about. Eddie right there is probably genuinely surprised that you're not shying or running away from him, like everyone else. Just look."
Steve pointed in Eddie's direction which made you turn your head. Next thing you saw was the metalhead chasing after Dustin again, both of them running through the group trying not to bump into anyone, all the way over the expanse of the parking lot like two headless chickens, his dark mane flowing in the wind which carried the laughter and giggles of the whole group over to you.
The sight made you laugh a little.
"I mean, not that he really ever tried to get close to someone, like, he doesn't have to try for people to be sort of intimidated and even scared off by him, but that's besides the point. Anyway, I just know for a fact that you could never disappoint him. I'm very sure he's gonna be fine adapting himself to your pace", Steve explained and then paused to take a deep breath.
"It's up to you of course, but I'd just hate to see you get in your own way just because you're too much in your own pretty, little head."
You had snapped your head around again, and Steve lovingly ruffled your hair a little, the way he always did when he tried to tell you that he'd always be there for you and the situation you'd found yourself in would turn out just fine.
You would be just fine.
Deep down you knew Steve was right.
"Yeah, yeah I know. You know how I can get sometimes", you replied to him, reciprocating the same look Steve was now giving you. The depth in his brown eyes was radiating warmth and it helped you calm down your racing thoughts. Steve had known Eddie for a bit longer and was closer with him in general, which was one of your reasons to believe the words of your best friend. In this moment at least.
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It was time for the tape.
You took off your shoes again and pulled your legs up to rest your feet on the barrier, this time right in front of you, facing more towards the window.
The boy next to you was still trying to catch his breath from shaking off some energy, pulling a squished paper bag with greasy spots out of the back pocket of his jeans and placing it on his lap, before he lost the vest and leather jacket. He then proceeded to sit down, take both of your headphones and held yours out to you.
"Alright, unlike Ms Kelley, let's obey the law again, huh?"
He let out a deep chuckle when you nodded with a smile.
"Oh hey, and I got you some extra fries, just in case you get hungry."
He handed the small paper bag to you.
Did he just carry fries in his ass pocket?
The thought made you snort.
Oh Munson.
"Did you pay for them?"
"Yeah of course I did. Is that all you think of me, sweetheart?"
There they were again. His dark brown doe eyes blinking at you all sweet, the purest form of Eddie he was willing to show you in this moment.
He was clearly letting you in. Showing himself to you. Letting you read his eyes, hoping you would take the hint which he secretly was yet too insecure to speak out.
He was the town's freak after all and getting his hopes up had never really turned out too positive for him. It had painfully taught him to better keep everyone at a distance.
It took every little ounce of willpower that you could find in yourself to not melt into a puddle, right there in that seat.
And if that wasn't enough already – him being thoughtful enough to think of you while devouring his own lunch – he pressed play on your walkman, before you could give him any sort of response to the fries situation.
The fact that the opening chords of Everybody Wants To Rule The World by Tears for Fears now filled your ears, your absolute favourite song, was sending you into another dimension.
How did he know your favourite fucking song? Did he ask Steve? He must have asked Steve.
He had asked Steve specifically about your music taste.
So many thoughts were flooding your brain at the same time, you were having trouble catching up.
The boy next to you just grinned at your visibly delighted reaction. And then he leaned in a little and you felt the heat once again rise to your cheeks.
"Is that good, that's a real good song, yeah?", you heard him ask, a very light sultry tone to his voice, after you quickly pushed one of your headphones behind your ear.
"Yes Eddie, immaculate choice right there", you praised him in a similar tone, before giving him a genuine giggle, unable to hide the way he was undeniably making you all flustered and earning another warm chuckle from him in return.
The way his cheeks turned into a beautiful shade of rose almost made your heart combust in your ribcage. At this point he was practically beaming with pride, reveling in the fact that he had elicited praise out of you. And it was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.
You lightly nudged your shoulder into his, which made him lift his arm, a gesture for you to lean into his figure.
"Come here, you."
That head of yours landed on his shoulder and you let him drape his arm over your torso like a seatbelt. A (still very) warm hand was placed between your waist and hip and you were pretty convinced it was going to burn a big hole right through the fabric of your shirt.
He just had to touch you, right?
His boldness however gave you enough of a confidence boost to return the gesture. At this point you needed to tell him, too. Make him feel the burn on his own skin. So you just hugged his arm, pulling it close and nuzzling the side of your face into the soft fabric of his hellfire shirt covering the skin between bicep and shoulder.
With every song you went on listening to, it became more clear than ever that Eddie Munson must really have gone all the way to Steve Harrington's house to ask him for a list of your favourite songs. Which he could then put on a mixtape. For you.
That's what you do for friends, right?
Yeah, right.
For a few songs you both just sat there in utter peace as you watched the landscape outside the window pass by. The wide plains of Wisconsin, fields of crops, forests, small gatherings of houses, farms, barns and horses and cows and sheep. The sky was slowly losing its light grey cover, which had you anticipating an actually nice sunset later.
He had leaned his head against yours, which made his warm breath trickle down the side of your neck down to your collarbone. And you had felt the goosebumps spread all over your arms underneath your longsleeve.
You were feeding off of the warmth radiating from Eddie's body once again, and the ringed hand on your waist had started rubbing up and down softly and slowly.
When Eddie felt you leaning more of your weight into his side, you could hear him let out a satisfied little sigh.
Every second of this part of your little road trip, whenever he tried to search for some form of physical closeness, felt like a fever dream.
And you didn't want to wake up just yet. How about never?
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Golden hour announced itself by coating the trees of the forest, the earthy paths for walking, the accumulation of dark wooden cabins and the water on the vast lake in gradients of yellow and orange.
Said lake would look more like the sea to you, it made little waves that were lightly crashing onto the shore of a small beach of a bay around which the camp was located, and it was so vast in fact that you were unable to see the opposing shore on the horizon.
You had just woken up from another nap which you had slipped into after one, two, you actually don't know how many hours of watching the endless fields and forests pass by through half-closed eyelids. Listening to The Romantics, New Order, Fleetwood Mac, The Cure, Genesis and of course Metallica, on Eddie's account.
Still surrounded by the warmth of his body, still tucked in between torso and arm. His hand however had sneakily breached an invisible barrier, now resting comfortably beneath the hem of your shirt on the skin of your waist. You didn't dare to check, but the hole in your shirt was certainly there now, burned through.
Even Ms Kelley's announcement of your arrival didn't bother any of you to move or shift positions. Or god forbid, separate your bodies.
You only slightly turned your head to watch Mr Clarke leave the bus in the corner of your eye, probably to head into the administration office of the camp with the intention to make your arrival known to the staff and to pick up keys for about 40 students.
From what they had told you pre-trip, you were gonna be sharing a cabin with Nancy, Robin and Max, since the plan foresaw keeping the middle schoolers separate from the older kids. And of course there couldn't be any cabins accommodating groups of mixed genders.
Which is precisely why Eddie was going to share his cabin with Jonathan, Steve and Dustin, while Lucas and Will had the honours to be joined in theirs by Gareth and Jeff.
Before letting you go to take the headphones off and gather all your things, Eddie's grip on your waist tightened a bit as he pulled you minimally closer for just two seconds, the vibration of his chest against your back telling you that he was humming softly.
You already missed him, and you hadn't even left the bus yet.
The structure of the camp was simple. There were ten cabins, each of them intended to accommodate up to four people comfortably. A row of them was spread out along the shore of the lake directly by the water. Another row spread out further towards the forest. Both separated by the same earthy pathway stretching and winding itself through the entire place, connecting the cabins to the rest of the camp. There were little houses with sanitary facilities not too far from the cabins, a little square with lots of seating opportunities intended for bonfires, barbecue and other gatherings, the office house, the beach further down the path past the cabins, and a pergola kinda situation with benches for mealtime and a corner with outdoor couches and further more cozy seating.
The cabin you were designated to spend your next 6 nights in was one of those directly by the water. Excitement spread through you at the thought of falling asleep to the peaceful sound of the lake water lightly hitting the shore at night and cicadas singing their songs after sunset. Frogs croaking and birds chirping away. The ambient background noise of a forest by the lake.
You had always been a dreamer.
"Top one's mine!", Robin exclaimed as she was the first one of you to enter, throwing her bag onto one of the top beds that were part of two bunks standing opposite of each other in each corner, a window with light beige and pastel floral curtains separating them.
You were loving the rustic atmosphere. The log aesthetic gave off the biggest summer cottage vibes, so taking in the interior of your small home for the next few days made you smile.
There were two closets with multiple drawers, enough space for accommodating clothing of four people.
The bag hanging from your shoulder landed on the bed below Robin's, while the other two silently agreed on Max above, Nancy on the same level as you.
The beds themselves were about the standard bunk bed size, nothing too fancy, but of course all wooden, fresh bedsheets folded into a neat pile along with a towel decorating the mattress.
While you were getting to making your bed (you knew that you'd thank yourself later), your mind started wondering if you could fit maybe even two people in there. For science, of course.
All of you had agreed to meet at the fireplace once everyone had dropped off their stuff, and when you and the girls arrived there, six pairs of eyes were already awaiting you.
The boys had probably just messily thrown their belongings onto their respective beds, not giving a flying fuck about pulling the covers over the duvets or maybe even taking power naps after the journey.
So yeah, night number one ended with all of you sitting by the fire that Mr Clarke and some guy from the staff team had set up. Conversations about everyone's most anticipated activities that were planned and scheduled for this week were held, your friends' former earth and science teacher telling stories about his first time field tripping back in the day.
Once again you were sat between Steve and Eddie, the metalhead's leather jacket around your shoulders, because he had insisted you'd take it. A sly grin on his face directed at you at the gesture, before turning his attention to the mutual best friend on your other side.
The younger kids had been tucked in by Ms Kelley already, since their curfew had been set to 9pm. Yours was at eleven.
You admired the multiple strings of fairy lights that had been hung into the lower maze of branches long ago, illuminating the earthy pathways throughout the whole camp to keep the kids from stumbling off into some bush or having to pull out flashlights.
At least until midnight, cause that's when the lights were going to be turned off.
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Your first full day at camp. The teachers had taken the whole group to a hike through the forest and up the hill at the end of the bay, overviewing the stunning scenery and you had taken a few moments away from everyone to take in the enormousness of the vision opening up in front of you.
Closing your eyes, you tried to wrap your head around the moment, taking a few deep breaths, feeling the freshness of the air surrounding you.
Slow down.
The sun made the deep blue of the sky reflect on the lake, a shimmer on the surface in the distance, sparse trees and bushes covering the top of the hill you were standing on, a bit separately from most kids.
The light brush of a hand against yours caused you to shoot open your eyes, jumping lightly at the sudden delicate yet profound touch.
"Uh, sorry I didn't mean to sneak up on you. I can also leave again if you want another moment to yourself?", you heard him say, an apologetic tone to his voice.
The rough facade now showed cracks.
Traces of softness, a great amount of empathy and hints of sensitivity were shining through them. He had always been a little more gentle with you than with everyone else in the group, but this telltale sign of trust he was instilling in you over the last hours? That was new.
So new. And so new to you.
Your head turned towards him, eyes squinting a bit because yeah, it was quite bright up there with almost no trees to throw shade, and of course clumsy you had forgotten your sunglasses on the little nightstand next to your bed.
"Eddie no, it's okay" was the only thing you managed to get out, brushing the back of his hand with the back of your index finger, in silent search for more contact, trying to support the words that had just come out of you.
It was just Eddie. You tried to remember Steve's words from lunch break yesterday. He's gonna be okay with adapting.
He turned his back on the sun, more towards you, and the light formed a halo around his head.
Given his reputation back in Hawkins, it looked hilariously absurd.
"Did you have a good first night?", you asked him then, in such a tone indicating your expectation of a sincere answer, while his shadow was covering half your face so you wouldn't have to stare into the late afternoon sun.
"More or less. You know how Steve snores", Eddie said before continuing his dramatic act, "plus, it was really lonely. I think there should be an additional paragraph in the law about an extension from bus seats to beds, you know? I think that would make a real difference and save me from eternal doom and misery."
He returned your previous gesture with his own index finger, his eyes finding yours, giving you a sheepish grin as your cheeks started imitating the colour of very ripe tomatoes.
Your entire body bloomed with electricity from just one light touch. If you didn't know any better, you'd say it was ridiculous.
Yes, there had already been touches that were way more direct than this, but there was something in the way and in the lightness of his touch now, that had your head spinning.
The lightness basically fuelled whatever this thing between the two of you was.
Ms Kelley's voice announcing the beginning of your descend ripped the both of you out of whatever moment you were having right there, and it sucked.
You could have stood there with him for the rest of eternity, if it meant being looked at by his warm, reassuring eyes, making you feel as if you were the center of the universe. It felt like his gaze was reaching the deepest corner of your soul.
And your brain started going 200 kilometers an hour, thinking about the allusion Eddie had just made. He was starting to consume your every thought at this point.
As a collective you managed to return to the deep green veils of the forest around an hour before sunset.
Slowly the day was coming to an end and since it had been a rather warm experience for everyone, the teachers had kindly granted you an evening dip in the lake.
High schoolers only though. Thank fuck.
Honestly, you probably would have gone for it anyway.
The beach included a small wooden pier leading into deeper water, which the boys delightedly acknowledged before using it to gracefully yeet themselves into the cold wet.
They also didn't deem it necessary to strip themselves of their clothes beforehand.
Too much enthusiasm and even more longing for relief from the day's heat and physical efforts. Who knew Michigan could be this warm already in May?
The girls and you had preferred to change into actual swimwear before joining the boys on the beach. A wise decision.
Because now you found yourself standing on the pier together with Nancy and Max, watching Robin follow Steve and dive in head first.
You were silently hoping the water was deep enough for her to not hit her head.
Next thing you saw approaching you on that pier was Eddie, dripping wet everything and soaked to the bone, some worn out jean shorts and dark blue Metallica shirt as well as his dark curls sticking to his skin like glue.
He left a trail of wet footsteps and sprinkles and splashes of water on the dry wood, grinning at you almost eerily and you threw him a similar glance back, because you knew he just wasn't anticipating your abilities to foresee the future when you jumped out of the way the second he started running towards you, trying to pull you into the water with him.
He landed face first, while everyone who had just witnessed that scene bursted into laughter, including you.
"You wish, Munson", you shouted at him and his poorly executed attempt once he had resurfaced, his appearance now reminding you of a wet poodle with his wet dark curls that were sticking to his reddened face, a piece of some green sweetwater plant decorating the top of his head.
You weren't ready to hit the water just yet, which is why Nancy and you decided to just plop down on the pier for a moment with crossed legs, while Max joined Robin and the boys.
Observing the scene happening in front of you, there were Dustin, Lucas and Jonathan, all of them fusioning their powers to swim after a screeching Will who was trying his best to escape being cruelly dunked by his brother and friends, Robin trying to stand on Steve's probably slippery shoulders while Eddie and Max were aiming for the same acrobatic performance.
Nancy next to you let out a chuckle at the sight before turning her head in your direction, "today was so nice, don't you think?"
With a nod you replied to her and leaned back on your arms behind you.
"Yeah it was beautiful! You just don't get those views in Hawkins."
"Yeah, absolutely not. The closest thing you're getting there is Lover's lake with a bunch of drunks fishing in their tiny boats, and that's about it", she paused, "are you in with us for the flower crowns tomorrow?"
Midsummer was still a few weeks away, but that didn't stop you from plucking and braiding.
You and the girls had been having this fantasy of spending this excessive amount of time in nature with flower crowns on your heads, inspired by Scandinavian summer solstice traditions. For weeks you all had been painting this picture in your conversations, anticipation bubbling up every time the topic came up. The picture of the four of you with the flowers of summer in your hair, in the deep green shades and distinct scent of the forest surrounding your every breath these days, had rented a big part of your mind, long before you had stepped on the bus, bringing you here.
"Hm? Oh yeah, definitely."
Losing yourself a little in the thought again, you hadn't yet taken notice of how two figures from the group of people in the water in front of you were missing.
You would learn soon, though.
Because before you knew it, a pair of strong, wet hands hooked themselves in the space of your armpits, lifting you up to stand, while another set of arms wasn't too shy to grab both your legs off the ground, wrapping themselves around your knees.
"Let's get you nice and wet, shall we?", you heard Steve's voice come out behind you in an absurdly husky tone, while–
"Time for your bath, princess!"
Eddie.
You were so taken by surprise, you couldn't even get anything in form of a verbal protest out.
The only thing you saw before your vision went black due to your reflexes was Eddie's mischievous grin between strands of his dark and wet curly mane, Steve's pearly whites being flashed at you equally prominent. Their laughter got muffled by the water invading your ear canals, and the sudden shock of the cold liquid surrounding every inch of your sun warmed skin was forcing a gasp out of your lungs.
When you returned to the surface, both of the boys held onto their bellies, high-fiving one another and still laughing on that pier like two fucking dipshits at you as well as at Nancy who apparently got to suffer the same fate as you, being dropped into the ocean mere seconds later.
With the back of your fingers you wiped the water out of your eyes along with strands of your hair that were clinging onto your cheeks for dear life, while you gathered back clear vision.
Unknowing to the two boys, Jonathan, Lucas and Dustin were currently in the process of sneaking up behind them. With big splashes both Eddie and Steve were forced to ungracefully breach the waves next to you, letting out equally surprised gasps for air before they had to instinctively hold their breaths.
You burst out into another laughing fit when the metalhead slowly appeared next to you just as soaked as half an hour ago, his hair now covering his entire face.
You took one stroke towards him while Jonathan and Dustin landed in the water not too far from you, shortly after being followed by Lucas and Max cannonballing their way in to join everyone.
The laughter and giggles filled the warm air, and you took both your hands to wipe Eddie's mane out of his face, just to reveal his brown chocolate orbs and a dorky smile, gazing at you from underneath.
The ground of the lake where you were finding yourself was close enough for you both to stand on, which made not sinking a lot easier.
"Thanks, sweetheart" was the only thing he brought out before putting a hand on your waist, pulling you closer before wrapping both his arms around your middle, while you responded by wrapping yours around his shoulders.
You thought he was going to bury his face in the crook of your neck with how close he was leaning in just now, connecting his lips to your skin, but all he really did was briefly running his nose over the side of your neck in an upwards motion. Giving you a little nudge while letting out another one of his hums.
It was almost like he wanted to do more than that, it was almost like you could feel him holding himself back. It was almost like you wanted him not to.
His warm breath hit the wet skin on your collarbone and it sent a slight shiver right through your system at the sheer thought of what exactly he was holding back.
And just when you felt him let go of you a bit more, you saw your chance at taking at least a little bit of revenge on him. For conspiring against you with Steve Harrington.
You placed your hands on his shoulders, found purchase on the ground, and your own weight forced him to go head below surface once again.
"Oh darling, that was an unwise decision", was all you heard before he returned the favour, his entire weight on yours as he drowned you beneath him, just before bringing one of his unnecessarily muscular arms around you to pull you back up again swiftly.
Soon after a few more dunks that you practised on Steve and Dustin, your swimming session came to an end when the sun had disappeared behind the trees and the sunset-ish colours of the horizon had faded into several shades of purple and blue.
After fresh showers that helped with rinsing off the lake water and smuck and sweat of the day, the older boys had decided to drop you off at the flower cabin, a nickname for your particular accommodation facility Lucas had come up with during the first bonfire.
To say goodnight or something.
Eddie held you in his grasp, pressed you into his chest for a second, letting you know that you meant something to him, shooting you one last glance, a hint of wistfulness in it, before disappearing surprisingly quickly into the dusk of the forest, towards the cabin he shared with the others.
You hugged Steve and Jonathan goodnight as well, the latter wearing a smirk on his face and you instantly wondered about the reason.
When you looked at your own pillow, you stopped wondering. A polaroid photo had been placed there for decoration, and you let yourself plop down on the mattress to inspect it more closely.
Jonathan had only recently started shooting polaroid in the first place, and the sun had delivered enough light for him to avoid using flash for this one, which had the colours of everything come out more natural.
The photo showed Eddie in his bus seat. You in yours, resting with his arm wrapped around you, his head on yours, both with your headphones on, both passed out. Steve, Dustin, Will and Robin behind you with widened eyes, tongues out and peace signs up.
Unable to hide the smile that spread on your face, you placed the photo on the little nightstand accompanying the bed.
Everyone knew. You knew. Eddie probably knew. But who would say it first?
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We Should Have Stayed in Gotham ch5
(Almost every Maribat fic I read has the akuma class going to Gotham. But tell me which is more likely, a class touring the city of crime, or a class touring the city of lights? So here it is, the Daminette fic that only I asked for, where Gotham goes to Paris, and the poor students have to grapple with the fact that they have competition for the most dangerous city in the world. I wonder what will happen?)
ao3 Beginning Previous
Everyone froze when the Akuma Alert sounded and looked at their phones. However, this time the information provided was significantly less helpful than the first time.
ALERT UNKNOWN AKUMA
Possible Level: 1-3
Location: 15th Arrondissement
Suspected Power: Transforming Victims into Teacups
Avoidance Protocol in Effect
Ladybug: MIA
Chat Noir: MIA
(If you have more information on the akuma submit it here: Link)
Damian looked around and saw the Parisians visibly relax, and then move about their day as if nothing was happening. Which made sense. This was a low level akuma on the other side of town, the odds of it affecting them were decidedly low and, according to the government site, simply turning around when you see the akuma would keep you safe.
Still Marinette stood up. “I’m going to check with the teachers, make sure this doesn’t interfere with our schedule,” she said before leveling a finger at her friends, and for some reason Damian, saying, “No killing. I’ll be right back!”
She wasn’t even gone five seconds before, Chloe steepled her fingers like a Bond villain and said, “So we’re killing Lila. Who’s in?”
“Chloe!” muttered the silent Juleka who had joined them with her GA partner, Matt, a few minutes ago. “Marinette said–”
“That we shouldn’t kill anyone,” Sabrina said cheerfully, “She didn’t say anything about planning to kill someone!”
Juleka muttered something as she hid behind her hair, as if that would abscond her from their criminal ways. But before any real murder plans could be concocted Kathryn asked, “I don’t get it. I mean if everyone knows she’s lying, and only the Enablers are pandering to her then what’s the big deal? She’s not causing any serious harm, is she?”
“It depends on what you mean by serious harm,” Sabrina said gently.
“Example!” Alex shouted, “Here, she said this literally five minutes before you all turned up.” Alix cleared her throat dramatically and then clasped her hands together, and in a voice reminiscent of a 1950s Disney princess said, “‘Oh you know, I spent a summer in Gotham! Yeah, I helped Batman stop the Riddler by solving one of his puzzles. It was so hard. And afterward Batman and Robin invited me back to the cave for a tour! It was so cool, and Robin was so sweet! I’d talk more about it, but I’m so parched. Alya can I have a sip of your coffee? I’d ask Marinette, but you know how selfish she can be.’”
She turned to Sabrina who giggled and mimicked Alex saying, “‘Oh, of course Lila! Here just take the whole thing. I’m finished with it. So, what did Batman say when you solved the riddle?’”
Every single Gothamite at the table cringed, and Damian scowled deeply, but it was Alice who spoke, “If you guys had come to Gotham, and she had said that, then she would have gotten killed!”
Alex waved her hand dismissively, “Lila’s not an idiot. If we had gone to Gotham, I doubt she would have said anything that would have put her in danger. Unless…Damn it! Why couldn’t we go to Gotham?! We could have gotten one of the Rogues to do the dirty work for us!”
“The point,” Chloe said pointedly, “Is that Lila reinforced the idea that Marinette, who is an angel, is selfish and hates her. And Alya gives Lila her coffee every morning, and today Alya was using her limited addition Heroes Day Travel Mug. They made a hundred of them, but only twenty were sold due to…complications during the celebration.”
“Akuma,” the other girls said in unison.
“Level ten,” Juleka muttered.
Chloe moved her phone so that they could see a picture of said mug, and she continued, “Resell price is €100, but would go for three times that at auction.”
“But Alya’s mug would start at €10,000,” Sabrina said, “And go for five times that, because it was signed by Chat Noir and Ladybug. We don’t know how she managed that because Ladybug almost never gives autographs.”
“And Chat Noir?” Damian asked.
“Hands them out like candy,” Chloe said reclaiming her phone. “The point is that mug was irreplaceable. And because Alya idolizes the heroes, to her it’s priceless.”
“And she’ll never see it again,” Alex supplied, “And probably get akumatized when she realizes it’s missing. She probably didn’t even realize that she had brought it today. I’ll bet you five euros, Lila only ever asked for Alya’s coffee so that she could get that mug.”
“No bet,” Chloe said as the Akuma Alert pinged to let them know that Ladybug and Chat Noir had arrived on the scene, “I’d rather bet on this akuma. Ten euros says it’s a little girl whose tea part got canceled.”
“Mm,” Alex said, “No, I bet that no one showed up to her tea party.”
“The parents of Paris know better by now,” Sabrina cried, “Fifteen says someone at her tea party said something mean.”
Juleka muttered something, about them all being awful which was quickly echoed by Alice crying, “Seriously? That’s a little girl! You people bet on this?”
“Oh!” Chloe scoffed, “Like you don’t bet on which Wayne gets kidnapped every time they have a Gala!”
The Gothamites blushed and very pointedly did not look at Damian. He just rolled his eyes, “Of course we do,” he said, “In fact Todd owes me ten dollars, from the last Gala. But I am more curious about Hawkmoth’s obvious idiocy. I mean, does he truly believe a little girl turning people into teacups is going to achieve his goal? It is ridiculous!”
“Utterly ridiculous,” the Parisians cried giggling, but Chloe just rolled her eyes.
“It’s not ridiculous,” Chloe scoffed, “When you consider the numbers.”
Damian raised an eyebrow and Sabrina explained, “Year one of the Miraculous War saw Hawkmoth akumatizing one person per week, with a level 10 happening every other month. Year two, one akuma per day and a level 10 occurring every other week. We are now on year three, and on average there are two level 1-5s every day, and one level 6-10 every week. Although if there is a level 10, we only get one akuma the next day.”
“He’s wearing you down,” Will said, “Wearing the heroes down.”
The Parisians nodded their exhaustion seeping into their expressions. It was Juleka who spoke, “Ladybug and Chat Noir are getting stronger, but so is Hawkmoth. Every now and then he’ll enact a plan that almost succeeds. Queen Wasp, Heroes Day. But when those plans fail, he goes back to torturing the city. In the end, something will break.”
There was a silence until Marinette returned with the good news that the day would go on as planned. But as she ran over to them, she tripped on a crack in the sidewalk. She would have face planted if Kim, who had just left the Museum, had not caught her, before joining his own friend group as if this was a perfectly normal occurrence.
“That necklace,” Damian said, pointing to the smooth, grey, circular stone pendant with five mice icons on it. “You weren’t wearing that before.”
The Gothamites ignored him, but the Parisians narrowed their eyes. It was strange, But Marinette just brushed it off, “I got it in the gift shop on the way back. I thought it looked nice. So, what did I miss?”
They didn’t have time to answer her questions however, as the last pair left the museum. It was time to return to the school for the “Getting to know you party.” Damian was not looking forward to the mundane and trivial socializing that this would entail. So, he stayed close to Marinette and her friends, whom he deemed to be of adequate intelligence. And it was a good thing too.
For some reason, Marinette had suddenly become dangerously and inexplicably clumsy. She still had that spark of intelligence and competence that had convinced Damian that she was worth the time spent getting to know her, but every third step she seemed to trip on her own feet, fumble her phone, or run into a random object or person. It would have been humorous, if Damian had not seen her racing through the Louvre, dodging classmates and artifacts with almost inhuman grace and skill. In the end, it just made Damian suspicious.
But he did not have time to dwell on it too long, because they separated to drive back to the school. Once there, they were led into the art room, where banquet tables of Paris’s finest pastries and sandwiches were prepared, and popular music was playing. The teachers stepped to the side so that the teens could mingle. And once everyone had their food the party began.
Damian turned to Marinette hoping to engage her in conversation when their phones went off. The green letters read.
AKUMA DE-EVILIZED
Akuma: China Doll
Threat Level: 2
Power: Turning enemies into China Cups and friends into China Dolls
Akumatized Object: A Decorative Spoon teaspoon.
Damage: None
Transformed: 50
Injuries: None
Casualties: None
Action Caused: No one came to victim’s tea party.
Akuma Prevention Note: Parents should encourage proper and healthy socialization in their children. Teachers should prevent alienation and bullying in school. No Tolerance!
Damian turned to discuss this with Marinette, but she just smiled and set down her plate. “I’m sorry,” she said. “But I have to get something from my locker. Excuse me.” And with that she was gone.
Damian sighed, and prepared himself for a tedious afternoon as the Parisians exchanged the bet money, and the Gothamites exchanged the new information about the akumas and the class. Damian turned to disappear into a corner of the classroom, or perhaps examine some of the students’ projects, when he came face to face with the last person he wanted to speak to.
“Hi,” Lila said holding out her hand, “I’m Lila Rossi. You’re Damian Wayne, right? Oh my gosh, I’m such a fan. Alya told me you speak French. Please say you do; my English is dreadful!”
Damian narrowed his eyes at her in annoyance, but said in French, “I do. Please excuse me.”
“Whatever Marinette told you,” Lila said stepping in front of him, her pinch faced in simpering embarrassment. “Please know it’s an exaggeration. It’s true I do have a lying disease, but I am trying to get better. It’s just Hawkmoth, you know. He makes everything so hard.”
“Perhaps,” Damian said his scowl deepening, “But that does not mean that I must listen to your useless drivel. Please, excuse me.”
He shoved himself past her, but before he could even make it three feet away, a second annoying voice shouted, “Hey!”
Damian silently groaned, as he turned to face the scathing voice of Alya Cesaire. She stormed up to Damian, slinging her arm around Lila’s shoulders and fixing him with a glare, which might have been threatening, if he hadn’t been so assured of her incompetence. “She was just trying to say hi! No need to be rude!”
Behind her several Gothamites shook their head in exasperation. Even the students who had never seen him before, were well aware of his reputation. Chad stepped forward giving the girls a smile that would often get him slapped or fawned over (depending on the girl) and said in French, “Oh don’t bother with the Ice Prince. He’s always like that.”
“Just because he’s ‘like’ that is no excuse!” Alya cried. “He should apologize!”
“Ten euros on Alya getting akumatized,” a harsh whisper reached Damian’s ear.
“No way, do you see his face, fifteen on the Gothamite.”
“Oh, you’re on!”
“Guys! It hasn’t even been ten minutes!” A third voice whined.
Damian’s scowl deepened. This was ridiculous! But he was better than that. He was better than them. The moment he had decided that the akumas were real, he had resolved against ever joining their list of victims. His training and obvious risk aside, the idea of someone controlling him was grating. So, he attempted the deep calming breath he had seen Marinette and her friends do and tried again.
“I have no need to apologize,” Damian said icy but calm. “I did nothing wrong. It is your ‘friend’ who cannot take a hint. I suggest she leave me alone. I have no interest in engaging with liars and manipulators.”
“You jerk!” Damian turned toward the new, slightly squeaky voice stomping up to him. A small girl in pink was storming up to them in a fury, and Damian thought she looked like a small kitten for all the good her threatening expression was doing for her. “Lila has a disease!” She cried. “You need to apologize! Can’t you have compassion for someone who is sick and unable to help themselves?”
Damian scowled, as Sabrina and a tall blonde boy dashed between them. “Everyone—" the boy began, but before he could continue, Damian sneered,
“If Miss. Rossi was incapable of helping herself then she would only just be above the rat she actually is. However, since she is completely capable of controlling her own actions, I think it’s fair to say that she’s not even worth the consideration of a rat.” Everyone gasped as Damian fixed the full weight of his glare on the small blonde girl. “As it is, her ‘disease’ is inconsequential.”
The small girl’s gasped, her eyes watering as Lila began to cry into Alya’s shoulder. Damian tilted his chin up in victory, but then looked around to see everyone else, including the teachers looking at him in absolute horror. Marinette was standing in the doorway, fixing him with a look that could only be translated as, “Seriously!”
Damian was confused only for the five seconds it took for a purple butterfly, that glowed with its own dark light, to fly through the window and vanish inside the blonde girl’s bag. “Right,” Damian thought, as a glowing butterfly mask appeared over the girl’s face. “Emotional Terrorist.”
“Run!” Someone shouted, and the class dissolved into chaos. Damian took a defensive stance. He had caused this akuma, it would want him. He needed to face it to keep the others safe.
He watched in horrid fascination as the girl’s soft features transformed into a scowl. “Yes Hawkmoth,” she hissed, as the teachers violently began typing something on their phones. She reached into her bag and pulled out a perfume bottle that was glowing the same, purple black as the butterfly. A hand grabbed Damian’s wrist and pulled him away with a force that had Damian stumbling, even as he turned back to see a black and purple (for lack of a better word) goo encase the girl.
All around him people’s phones were going off with a notification that read,
AKUMA ALERT: LEVEL 4
Akuma: Princess Fragrance
Gas Mask Protocol and Local Shelter Protocol in Effect. Everyone within the 12th Arrondissement put on gas masks and evacuate to the nearest Akuma Shelter. More instructions to follow.
Ladybug: ON THE SCENE
Chat Noir: MIA
Damian turned to the person who was dragging him through the school. The young woman was dressed in a black body suit with red body armor covering her torso, arms, and legs. The red was patterned with small black polka dots, which should have looked ridiculous, but was somehow natural. Her black almost blue hair was done up in pigtails, which had screamed innocence in her pictures. But when she looked back, she fixed Damian with such a scathing glare, the Demon’s Heir flinched. But he understood.
He had been hoping to contrive a way to meet Ladybug during this trip, but he had not wanted it to be like this, running from an akuma of his own making. But he had no time to process the implications of that as a strange noise started echoing down the hallways behind them. It was the sound of a dozen voices singing, “At your service Princess Fragrance!”
Damian looked back to see a pink cloud chasing them down the hallways. The shapes of students and teachers, bent down to a distorted silhouette of a girl. Her maniacal chackling sent a shiver down Damian’s spine and spurred him to run faster, even as the cloud surged forward with quickening speed.
“Brace yourself!” Ladybug cried, and Damian barely had time to snap his head forward, before she had pulled him against her, and thrown them out the window in a shower of glass and metal.
If Damian had been anyone else he probably would have screamed. But since he was him he only hissed, as the spotted hero swung them on top of a nearby building. “Ok,” Ladybug said. As she released him, she flicked open her yoyo and began typing hurriedly on it. Damian stumbled as he regained his balance and focused on his savior.
The way she stood made her seem taller than she actually was, which surprised Damian. All of the pictures of her were all from a distance, or from bellow, so to see that the “Savior of Paris” was actually quite short threw him for a moment. Especially since, her face was still fixed in that withering glare that honestly could have rivaled the Batglare. It made him pause and reevaluate all of his opinions on her. But it was her eyes that gave the look potency.
Her eyes were so blue they practically glowed. No, they were glowing. It was clear to Damian, that the miraculous had given her some enhancements, but even with them she was still probably physically weaker than other meta he knew. And yet her eyes glowed with a power that she did not use, fixing him to the spot. And yet there was still something about her that he could not comprehend. She was young.
Damian was certain of it, Ladybug could not have been three years older than him, if not younger. And yet here she was leading a team of heroes in the protection of her entire city. As the Demon’s Heir it grated on his pride, that someone of his age with less experience was in a position of power, when he was not. But as the Son of the Bat he respected her all the more for it. It was a strange war in his head, that he had been fighting for a long time. But for today, he felt that it would be best for Robin to win, so that he wouldn’t get in Ladybug’s way or alienate her completely.
“You do realize,” Ladybug said in perfect English, obviously annoyed but not angry, “That it hasn’t even been ten minutes since the last akuma? What did you do?”
Damian stiffened. If he was going to convince this woman to let him help her fight Hawkmoth, he had to make a good first impression, “A liar in our host class attempted to manipulate me against my associate. I put her in her place, and her friend was akumatized.” Damian paused tilting his head. “How did you get here so fast?”
Ladybug sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose, “I was on my way back home, when I saw the butterfly. I would have purified it immediately, but I had to recharge…ok, we need to move before Princess Fragrance sends her zombies after us. Once I get you somewhere safe, I’ll be able to stop the akuma. Are you ok with me carrying you?”
“I’d prefer to run on my own,” Damian said. Hoping beyond hope that she would not force him to endure that indignity. His brothers would never let him live it down.
To her credit, Ladybug just raised an eyebrow and said, “Are you enhanced?”
“No, but I do have training in parkour and martial arts,” he said.
“That may be, but unless you have enhanced strength you won’t be able to keep up with me. Especially when I’m swinging and you’re just running.”
“I’m from Gotham,” Damian insisted.
“That means squat here,” Ladybug said with a furrowed brow. “Haven’t you talked to your hosts. Surely they would have instructed you on that by now.”
Damian opened his mouth and then closed it, remembering the images that Marinette and Chloe had painted in his mind. She was right, him being from Gotham was worth about as much as the air he used to say the words. So, he closed his mouth and glowered, which for some reason made Ladybug smile and say,
“You’re quiet a prickly one, aren’t you. I think I’m going to call you Spikes.”
“Spikes?” Damian demanded with a raised eyebrow.
“Yep,” she said, “Like your hair. You’re spikey.” As if to prove the point, she reached up to ruffle, Damian's carefully gelled hair. He reared back from her in complete bafflement which caused her to laugh, and shake her head. “Look Spikes, Princess Fragrance might just be a level four, but that’s one level away from being deadly. I need your complete cooperation on this, if you don’t want to get brainwashed and forced to do whatever twisted deed she has in mind.”
Damian sighed, “Very well, but first—”
He never got to finish that sentence, as Ladybug slung him over her shoulder like he was a bag of flour and took of across the city. Damian growled but didn’t fight her, as the sound of singing zombies grew louder and louder and the pink fog spilled out of the building. But before they were too far away, Damian looked up to see a girl with long pink hair, green skin, and a black dress march out of the building with a perfume bottle in her hand. She laughed shouting something that he couldn’t hear. But then a horde of brainwashed citizens spilled out of the building, smiling like they were on Joker venom and chasing them through the streets of Paris.
Ladybug didn’t set him down until they were completely out of sight of the zombie army and their Princess. She did have the grace to put him down on his feet, and so he easily turned to see that they were on top of a skyscraper. Based on its billboard, this particular building was dedicated to a news station. Ladybug flipped open her yoyo again, but she closed it as three new heroes jumped up onto the roof.
Viperion and Ryuko were both tall and imposing figures, but one glance told Damian, that they were just as young as Ladybug. As young as him. But they all carried themselves with a presence that Damian only saw around the adult heroes. It was something that Damian associated with true power and responsibility. It cloaked them, as it cloaked Ladybug, and there was no doubt in his mind that these were members of a coherent and well established team. Even their costumes had a uniform like quality to them as thy all fit into the same style as Ladybug's. Monochrome body suits with patterned body armor styled after whichever animal their Miraculous was named for.
Viperion’s suit was black, and his armor had a teal scaled pattern, with a yellow diamond on the chest. Meanwhile, Ryuko’s suit was red, and her armor had black scales. A golden symbol of the three elements water, wind, lightening was embossed in the chest piece, and she had two golden horns, to complete her dragon look. Compared to them, Chat Noir looked very decidedly out of place.
His suit had not changed one bit in the three years he had been active. It was still the same leather black cat suite with the strange golden bell at his neck. And though his green cat eyes glowed with the same power that Ladybug had, there was something in his relaxed and easy posture that made him seem separate from the others. He was tall and obviously strong. But he clearly did not have the presence that the others carried.
Ladybug, Viperion, and Ryuko had the dignity of leadership and strength beyond their age. Chat Noire seemed obviously hindered by his. This fact seemed to be proved when the cat hero snorted at Damian and said,
“So, this is the one who caused Princess Fragrance. Looks like we got another Chloe on our hands, milady!”
“That’s enough Chatton,” Ladybug said stepping beside Damian. “We do not judge, remember.”
Chat Noir seemed properly chastised as the other two stepped forward. “What happened?” Viperion said calmly, strumming a…was that a lyre?
Ladybug sighed, “Lila.” All three heroes nodded understandingly, and no more questions were asked on the matter. Damian gritted his teeth at this reaction, and his hatred for the liar only grew. But he remained silent as Ladybug outlined her plan.
He listened intently as they spoke, half expecting that he would need to interject, point out a flaw in their plan, or come up with a better one. But no. Ladybug was clearly very strategic and experienced as she laid out a plan that was both simple and fool proof, provided that everyone did their part.
Damian’s eyes trailed to Chat Noir. He was clearly the weak link, but if the hierarchy of Miraculous that the SpotsOn blog detailed was correct, then Chat Noir was supposed to be equal to Ladybug, her partner and balance. Instead, he acted like a side kick, lazily swinging his leather “tail” and giving Damian narrowed looks. When he did speak it was to make a pun or joke, and Damian had a hard time figuring out what exactly he added to the group, except a place to fill. One thing was clear to Damian, if anyone was going to break ranks and cause the plan to fall apart, then it would be Chat Noir. He did not want that to happen considering it was his neck on the line.
Damian cleared his throat drawing all of their eyes towards him. “Your plan is good but it’s going to fail.”
“Excuse me?” Chat Noir demanded.
“What do you mean?” Viperion asked.
“It is too reliant on individual members. If so much as one person breaks rank, then the whole thing falls apart, and you will have to use your luck charm…is it wise to use two lucky charms in a day?”
Ladybug tilted her head examining him carefully, “So long as Cataclysm is used to act as a balance it's fine. Besides I need the charm for the cure, it's part of the spell. How do you know one of us will break rank?”
Damian looked Chat Noir up and down, and couldn’t help the sneer at his blatant childishness before facing Ladybug and saying, “Isn’t it obvious?”
“Hey!” Chat yelled and tried to charge Damian, but Ryuko held him back.
“Ladybug,” Viperion asked with a hint of amusement, “Where’d you find this one?”
Ladybug sighed, “Imagine if Ryuko and Bumble Queen were the same person and male, that’s him.”
She jerked her thumb at Damian as she said this, giving Damian a strange sense of déjà vu, but he shook it off as the boys nodded their understanding with soft “Oh’s” while Ryuko studied Damian far more carefully than before. Finally, the Dragon Hero said, “What exactly do you have in mind?”
“Your lucky charm,” Damian said turning to Ladybug, “Does it only work for specific situations, or will it always work no matter what?”
Ladybug smirked at him placing her hands on her hips. “Specific situations,” she said, “And if the situation randomly changes than it can become worthless.”
“Then—”
“Wait!” Viperion cried and then did something to his bracelet so that the snake carving on it began to glow. He then nodded for Damian to continue.
Damian arched his brows at that but continued anyway, “Then set the trap in an area completely under your control. But do not give specific instructions until Princess Fragrance is right in front of you. Once she is, command everyone as you see fit. It is the most efficient way to use your Luck Charm.”
“Ladybug!” Chat Noir demanded, “Are you going to let him talk to you like that?”
Damian sighed in exasperation but said nothing as he met Ladybug's gaze. He understood where Chat Noir was coming from. There was something in his tone of voice, that had most people believing he was arrogant and entitled. Which to be fair, he was, or at least he used to be. But he had lived six years with his father, three older brothers, two sisters, one almost brother, and one technically sister. And though he would never say it to their faces, they were all incredible warriors who had put him in his place as soundly as any of Ra’s trainers.
The arrogance might still be there, but the entitlement had been drained out of him with every spar lost, every prank war engaged in, and every birthday celebrated. But that didn’t stop people from hearing his tone and assuming the worst. He could only hope that Ladybug would look past this and see the logic of his plan, even if he was offensive about it.
The hero in question just looked at him with those glowing blue eyes, that seemed to pierce him even without the power behind them. A sly smile played on her lids as she shrugged, “I don’t know what you mean Chatton. He’s right. The only problem is our time limit. Once my lucky charm is used, we will only have fifteen minutes to defeat the akuma, and purify it.”
Damian blinked in confusion, “The Government site said your limit was five minutes.”
Ladybug’s smile became a smirk as she said, “And you think I tell the government everything? Viperion, what do you think?"
The snake hero paused for a count of three before grinning slyly and saying, "We didn't need second chance."
'The follow me," she said, and before Damian could protest, Ladybug slung him over her shoulder again.
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A VERY INCOMPLETE LIST (PART 2)
I've finally had enough time to finish rewatching the second half of RWRB! Without further ado, here's my very thorough, ACD x HGEJFMW list of things, both tiny and huge, that I loved about the film:
(Yes, I DID think this would be shorter than the first part. I was very, very wrong.)
(here's part 1 if you want to check it out!)
The wide shots of Texas landscape
How excited Alex is to get to work when he gets there
Alex and Henry’s Texas emails
Alex leaning against a building like Jordan-freaking-Catalano, added bonus of his t-shirt sleeves pushed up 🥵
“…and then, I want to lick it off”
White button-down tucked into chinos, sleeves neatly rolled up, bracelets
The New York hotel room and Henry hopping to get his shoe off and then falling on the bed
“You ever been on Grindr?” “Once, unsuccessfully” and the way Henry laughs when he says that
“Swooniest” 😍
Alex squeezing Henry’s thigh when he talks about his dad
The very obvious bottle of lube and condom wrapper on the bedside table in the morning
“It’s all chill, Zahra”
Zahra full on climbing on the sofa, heels and everything
Henry straightening his shirt as he climbs out of the closet, then neatly closing the doors behind himself with the dignity of a prince (even when faced with Zahra)
“I’m sorry to interrupt your process of becoming”
Pretty much everything Zahra says, but especially the way she says “Your Royal Highness” after threatening and cursing for several minutes
Alex’s very serious face while he tells his mom
“She’s also a he…”
Uma Thurman talking about anal and bottoming and PreP - truly a highlight
“I cannot believe they gave you the nuclear codes!”
The Lake House *swoon*
“You can call me Congressman” “Well, in that case, you can call me Your Royal Highness”
The music in the lake house montage sequence
Henry doing kick-ups
Sharing a hammock and reading 😍 (Yes, OLS and Girl, Woman, Other)
The look on Henry’s face when he goes into a regular bar
Henry’s dorkiness on stage
The “Alex is so in love he could die” moment as he watches Henry sing terribly
How Oscar’s clothes are a lot like Alex’s, and you can see him taking after his dad there, being proud of it
Oh god, everything about them on the dock/raft/pier thingy: “shower time!” and Alex kissing Henry’s neck as he climbs on and Henry kissing Alex’s bicep; the easy, casual intimacy before everything goes to shit. The perfect continuity in how wet they are all the way through! (that kind of thing bugs me) Shorts. Wet body hair, legs, arms, chest. The way Alex glitters.
"I never felt this way about anyone" and the inevitable...
Henry closing off, pulling his hand away, his fake smile 💔
Floating in the water, as if he could hide from his problems in there
Alex’s sad, confused face as he calls out “Henry!”
Oh god, Henry's sad face as he lies in bed in the lake house 😭
“What difference would it make if I did?” and Henry’s holding-back-tears face, the tight little smiles
The picture above Alex’s bed
The soft, vulnerable “What if he won’t see me?” whispered to Nora
Rain-soaked Alex saying “Can we please talk?” in a thick voice that sounds like he’s got a huge knot in his throat and is trying not to cry
“For once, I wish you could see me for who I am and not who you want me to be” and “Sometimes I don’t think you know me at all” 💔
“But, Henry. Nothing will ever happen to you.” Fucking bawling now, thanks
Henry and his key to slip out of the palace
Henry and Alex’s boots in the V&A (I don’t know what to say, I just like them)
Dancing ❤️🥹
History, huh? and his eyelashes
Alex’s firm grip around Henry’s wrist in the morning, because he’s not letting him run away again
The airstrip: the ring, the key, that hug
“I’ll be as patient as you need”
“The forced conformity of the closet cannot be answered with forced conformity in coming out of it”
The montage of happy moments throughout Alex’s speech
“Mooning over the prince like a cow in labour” and “two lovesick homosexuals” and again everything out of Zahra’s mouth
“Baby”
“No. I’m not okay.”
Shoulder to waist ratio in a black t-shirt
God Save the King plucked on the piano 😂
“We really need to get you a book on English history”
Henry’s face when he says “and now they are faced with the reality”, so hard, so hurt
“I'm white and upper class so my affection comes with strings” and the way Henry cracks partway through and starts to laugh
The ring fiddling as they wait for the King
Ciggies and booze for the King
Stephen Fry’s accent *chef’s kiss*
OMG the King read their emails 😱 The horror
“Homossssexiual” 😂😂
The tears in Henry’s eyes and in his voice when he says “I love you”, finally, properly, for the first time
“We’re the blue team, right?” and “You just say the word, I’ll get your enrolled at UT Austin,” classic father/son-in-law banter and I love Oscar and Henry for it
CASEY MCQ!!
Holding hands in public, in Austin, yes sir
“Oh my god, I’m so grateful you’re here” and that hug
Alex’s bracelets, all the way through (have I mentioned them already?)
The return of that jacket and that hoodie for the final scene, my favourite and most quintessential, relaxed, fully themselves versions of Alex and Henry
“We won.” “We won.”
And of course:
Alex lending Henry his pinky so he can spin the ring on it and soothe himself (over the credits), which someone pointed out on here and it broke me fully
And never forget:
“Do you think anyone noticed?” and Henry’s clenched fists
❤️🤍💙
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Rainbow after a Storm (P8)
Includes:
Praise kink, marking kink, overstimulation, sub!Larissa, teasing, fingering, eating out, aftercare.
Characters:
Larissa Weems x fem!reader (principal x 18y student)
Summary:
Wednesday gets your attention in the worst way, getting you to help her with a special occasion. Larissa and you spend some more time… *bonding*
Word Count:
3.5k
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A/N: I feel like my chapters are getting worse, the less sleep I have. I genuinely haven’t slept in 82 hours 🤭
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Later in the evening, you lay with your back pressed to Larissa’s side, her arm wrapped around your waist as you rest your head on her shoulder. Her blonde hair cascades down past shoulder-length, two strands shaping her face. Sitting on the bed, she reads aloud from her favourite series, Hush Hush by Becca Fitzpatrick. Her voice is soothing on your ears, closing your eyes, enjoying the serenity of the moment, as the sun gently falls onto your skin. However, Larissa’s voice is cut off as your phone sounds with text notifications. Picking up your phone, your lock screen consists of multiple messages, all but one saying “Nesie Addams has sent a photo.” Your mouth goes dry as you open the messages. A series of pictures from last night show Larissa transforming in Jericho to hug you.
Nesie: Now I don’t want to say I told you so but… I told you it’d be more than just ‘Larissa’ soon enough. ;)
You: Nesie, what the fuck! Where are you? Where’d you get these?
Nesie: I took them the other day when I went down to get Enid her 3 month anniversary gift. I’m in my room, guessing you’ll be here soon?
You: You are so dead, Nesie.
Nesie: Ooh I’m keen for a challenge.
“Everything ok, my love?” Larissa asks, watching your fingers flying over your phone screen with an incredible rate. You nod, her voice bringing you back to reality. “Yeah, I just gotta go see Nesie for a bit.” She can feel your pulse against her skin before she removes her arm from over your shoulder, letting you move out from her embrace. Grabbing your uninjured arm, she gently squeezes it, causing you to turn and look at her. “Are you sure you’re ok?” Her eyes are full of concern as she looks up at you. You nod, a soft smile growing on your face as you gently lean forward, cupping her face with your free hand. Letting the gap between your faces close, your lips gently brush over hers. “I’m ok. I’ll fill you in when I get back.”
Satisfied with your answer, she lets go of your wrist after gently placing her lips on yours, electricity running through your veins. You gently graze her cheek with your hand as you walk over to the door, grabbing your jacket on the way. As your hand lands on the door handle, you look back, a cheeky grin on your face. “Oh and if anyone mentions anything about Wednesday tonight, it wasn’t me.” Larissa’s head sharply lifts from her book as you say this. “Y/N, what’s that supposed to mean?” You were already halfway out the door by the time she finished her question. “Bye hun, I’ll see you later.” The same cheeky grin from earlier reappears across your face as she continues to call after you.
Walking through her empty office, you sidle through the door and into the corridors, making a beeline for your old dorm. Barging through the door with a bang, you storm up to Wednesday who’s sitting at her typewriter. “Wednesday Friday Addams, delete those photos right now.” She turns around in her chair to face you, a smirk on her face.
“Oh don’t worry, I already have. I just wanted to prove a point.” She holds up her phone as proof, all messages gone from your conversation and like usual, absolutely nothing in her photo gallery except for Enid. “Nesie, you little shit.” A grin spreads across your face as you fall back onto your old bed. “So, you and the principal huh?” Looking at her, you nod, a giddy smile pulling at your lips. “You genuinely can’t tell anyone Nesie, not even Enid. Riss could lose her job and I’d get expelled if anyone finds out.”
“Calm down Y/N. It’s not going past me, I’d rather be welcomed by death’s sweet embrace before I’d even think about betraying you.” You nod, knowing she speaks the truth. “Well in that case, yes. As of this morning, we are officially girlfriends.” A rush of euphoria hits you, it feels amazing saying it. Larissa Weems, your goddess of a principal, is your girlfriend. “So, have you… you know?”
You sit up in shock. “Who are you and what have you done with Nesie? Since when have you ever wanted to know about my sex life?” Her face is expressionless as she looks at you. “I don’t. I just want to know how long it takes you to prove my statement from Friday.” Rolling your eyes at her, a blush spreads across your face. “Not long at all… we, you know, last night.”
“You guys couldn’t even make it a week?! My lord, I overestimated you. You moved into her room on Wednesday… it’s only Sunday Y/N and you’re telling me you fucked last night?!” Shock is plastered on her face as she stares at you. Quickly, you shush her, keeping aware of people walking the corridors. “Well when you put it like that, you make me sound like a whore. What about you and E? How long did it take you?” She rolls her eyes, dismissing the first part of your response. “We actually haven’t slept together yet. She’s still a virgin so I told her I’ll wait as long as she needs.”
“Well at least one of us has self control. That's really sweet of you Nesie.” Her eyes shoot daggers into your skull as she hears the last part.
“Use sweet to describe me again and I can guarantee the loss of all ten of your fingers.” Your hands shoot up above your head. “Please don’t, I need them.” She rolls her eyes. “I think you mean Principal Weems’ needs them.” You open your mouth to protest but Wednesday cuts you off. “Anyways, did you mind giving me a hand with something?” Raising an eyebrow, you signal for her to continue. “It’s Enid and I’s three month anniversary today and I’m about to set up a movie night by the lake for her but I forgot to grab her flowers. Could you potentially grab some pink dahlias from Ms Thornhill’s classroom for me?”
“Nesie, first off, you know if you want my help you can just ask and I’ll be here, you don’t have to terrify me with those photos. Second, you do realise we destroyed her classroom yesterday right?” Her eyes light up with a cheeky glint as she responds. “Where’s the fun in just straight up asking though? But remember she’s growing some pink dahlias under the work benches around the classroom.” Exhaling deeply, you run your hand through your hair. “I don’t even know why I’m saying this but alright. I’ll meet you back here in 30 minutes.” Wednesday nods. “Thank you Y/N.”
“Yeah yeah, just don’t thank me too soon, I still haven’t figured out how to get them yet. Just go, set up the date, I’ll sort it out somehow.” You say as she grabs her projector, walking out the door. Waiting till she rounds the corner, you shut the door behind her. You shift into Coach Vlad and quickly dash into the corridor, closing the door as you start heading to the botany classroom. “This better fucking work.” You mutter, rounding the last corner.
Knocking on the classroom door, Ms Thornhill responds with a simple “yes?” Opening the door, you walk through. “Ah Vlad, what can I help you with?” She smiles up at you, well, Vlad. “I’m sorry to hear about your classroom Marilyn, but I was wanting to surprise my partner with their favourite flowers tonight. The only problem is, I can’t get them anywhere and I heard from the students that you had some pink dahlias growing, so I was wondering if I could have some?”
“Thank you, and of course you can, I’m lucky whoever ransacked it didn’t also raid my spare plant cupboards.” She grabs her key and walks over to the cupboards under the workbench by the door. Unlocking the door, she gathers a small bouquet of the pink flowers. “Thank you Marilyn, do you have any idea who destroyed your classroom?” You say, taking the bouquet from her. “No concrete proof but I have no doubt in my mind that Y/N was behind it.”
“Oh? What makes you so sure of that?” You prompt as she sighs. “I could swear it was her graffiti on the blackboard. However, Principal Weems said Y/N was in her room at the time of the incident.” You really need to change your tagging style. “Well what reason would Principal Weems have to lie? Especially over a student that causes her so much grief around school? Anyways, thank you again for the flowers Marilyn but I really must be going.”
“Not a problem coach. Hope your partner likes the flowers.” She says as you nod, walking out of the classroom. Stepping into a nearby empty classroom, you shift back to your true form. Exiting the room with the flowers in your hand, you head back to your old dorm room where Wednesday is anxiously pacing. “I believe you ordered a bouquet of pink dahlias.” You say, as she turns around on her heels. “Thank you Y/N, I owe you.” You give her a smile. “You’re welcome, Nesie, enjoy your night.” Saying your goodbyes, you head back to your room.
Walking back through the door, Larissa smiles as she looks up from the page she’s reading. She’s still in the same position you left her in, just a lot further through the book. “Well I must admit, it’s a nice change not seeing you being escorted in by a teacher again.” A cheeky smirk grows on her face as she says this. Walking over to her, you can’t help the smile pulling at your lips as you take in the pinkish glow illuminating her skin from the sunset peeking through the window. “Yeah well, maybe being in your good books isn’t so bad.” Her eyebrow raises as you say this. “Oh?”
Gently trailing your fingers up her thigh with one hand, the other cups her face as you press your lips against hers, her hands wrapping around your waist. She runs her tongue over your lip, asking for entry, which you gladly give to her. Her hands grasp at your hips, lifting you into her lap. Your thighs on either side of her legs, straddling her lap as the kiss deepens. One of her hands trails up your body to grasp your hair, pulling your head back, a soft moan escaping you as she does. With free access to your neck, she leaves a trail of soft kisses from behind your ear down to your collarbone. “Larissa…” Her name rolls off your tongue as she gently bites down your shoulder, running her tongue over the bite mark, sucking at your skin.
You grin as she pulls away, admiring the bruise already spreading over your skin. “And this is why I quite like being in your good books.” You say, making her chuckle as she rests her forehead against yours. “I do believe you said that you’d fill me in on why you ran off earlier love. So come on, I’m curious.”
“Well you remember how that long string of texts came through? It was Nesie, sending photos of us last night in Jericho. More specifically when you shifted forms to hug me.” Her lingering smile drops as she hears this. “Who’s Nesie? How fucked are we?” You laugh.
“Nesie is Wednesday, so not at all. She just wanted me in her room to help her get some pink dahlias from Ms Thornhill. It’s hers and Enid’s three month anniversary tonight and she was busy setting up the date. She knows about us and she’s not going to tell anyone, you know Wednesday, she’ll take it to her grave if it involves me.” Larissa’s expression softens as she lets out a sigh of relief as she hears this. “And Marilyn just gave you the flowers?”
Sheepishly grinning, you rub the back of your neck. “Not exactly. I shifted forms to Coach Vlad and made up some bullshit about him wanting to surprise his partner with their favourite flowers. I don’t even know what his relationship status is but it worked.” She proudly grins as she hears this. “That’s my girl.” You can’t help the red flushing across your cheeks. Her girl. You’re still not used to hearing it, but you weren’t at all complaining. “I also found out some information about us damaging her classroom yesterday.” You hint and Larissa nods.
“She told you that I said you were in my room didn’t she?” It was her turn to blush now as you nod. “Why’d you do that?” You ask, curiosity getting the better of you. She chuckles. “This doesn’t leave this room but I like Marilyn about half as much as one likes being shit on by a bird.” You choke, unable to hold in your laughter. “You and I both, my love.” Getting off her lap, she wraps her arm around you. “Can you read to me again?” You ask.
“Love, I’m a few chapters ahead now.” She chuckles as you shrug. “And? I’ve read this series through so many times. I just love hearing your voice, it’s calming.” Placing a kiss on your forehead, she indulges your request. Her hand draws random shapes on her hip as the soothing sound of her voice fills your ears.
“The most irrational part of all was that I still didn’t want to believe he would kill me, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t smother that illogical speck of trust.” She pauses, flipping the page, scrunching up her nose. “Ew, straight sex. I don’t wanna read that stuff.” She flips through a few more pages before finding a new place to start as you laugh at her reaction. “Ah, here we go. Soft popping sounds echoed in my ears, and a blurry black framed my vision. I tried to fill my lungs, but it was like the air had disappeared.”
Your hand trails from the middle of her chest, slowly down to the hem of her skirt. Her breath hitches as you start lazily stroking up her inner thigh. “Keep going, love.” You say, your fingers getting ever so close to her panty-clad cunt. “T-the world tilted, and Patch slipped sideways in my vision.” A small moan escapes her mouth as you slowly start running your thumb from her clit to her entrance through the thin sheet of fabric covering her. Grinning, as she tries to regain her composure, you hook your fingers under the waistband of her panties, dragging them down her legs.
Repositioning yourself in between her legs, you begin to lay kisses along the inside of her thigh. “Keep reading love, be a good girl for me.” You murmur, licking up her thigh, sucking the sensitive skin into your mouth. Taking a deep breath, she continues. “I flattened my hand to the wall to steady my balance. The deeper- Mmnhh fuck, Y/N!” Her head goes flying back as you lay a gentle kiss to her clit, teasing her entrance with two fingers, feeling her juices coat your hand.
“Somehow I don’t think those are the words baby. Though they do sound divine coming from you.” You murmur, a smile on your face as your lips brushing gently over her clit with each word, making her whimper. “Y/N, please, I need you.” She begs and how could you deny such a request? Taking the book from her hand, you close it, placing it away from her as you grab at her shirt. “Off. Now.” You say before pressing your tongue firm against her clit, flicking your tongue up and down over the sensitive mound. Sitting up, she pulls her shirt over head and it gets sent flying off somewhere in the general direction of the floor. Quickly plunging two fingers inside of her, she arches her back off the bed, letting off a string of heavenly moans. You take the opportunity to reach your free hand under her back, unclasping her bra in one swift hand motion. Your arm swoops under her thigh, lifting it up over your shoulder giving you deeper access to her dripping cunt. Curling your fingers inside her, you grin as her legs jerk from the depth of them.
Slowly drawing your fingers out, you plunge them back in as your tongue continues to pick up speed on her clit, switching between licking and sucking. Your free hand reaches up her body to intertwine with her hand that was desperately grasping at the sheets until her knuckles were white. Her other hand reaches down and tangles itself in your hair, pushing you further into her. Your eyes flick up her body as your tongue continues pleasuring her sensitive mound, your right hand curling in and out of her soaking cunt, your left hand switching its attention between each of her nipples. The heavenly gasps and moans she let out were too much. “Look at me.” You growl, dramatically increasing the pace of your fingers inside her. Her blue eyes lock onto yours, her legs starting to tremble. She was close, her eyes begging for just that little bit more. Bringing her clit into your mouth, you suck on it, moaning. The vibrations on her clit were too much and she came undone over your tongue, your name falling off her lips in a pleasured scream as her thighs squeeze around your ears, shaking uncontrollably. Her hand in your hair tries to pull your head away. Completely unfazed, you continue sucking on her clit, your fingers working her up to another orgasm. “Y/N please, I can’t.”
Removing your hand from her breasts, you grasp her hand. “Yes you can darling, just breathe and relax. I’ve got you.” Your hand gives hers a comforting squeeze, your thumb gently rubbing over the back of her hand as her legs start trembling again. “Good girl, you can cum on the count of three, baby. One…” You bring her clit into your mouth, gently sucking on it, earning a string of whimpers and moans. “Two…” Your fingers push inside her, twisting against her sweet spot. “Y/N, please.” She whimpers. On three, you replace your mouth on her clit with your palm from the fingers pumping in and out of her, gently nipping at the inside of her thigh. “Oh, Y/N!” A guttural moan escapes her as her entire body jerks, her pussy clenching tightly around your fingers. Her chest rises heavily as you slow everything down, helping her ride out her high. She could swear she was seeing stars as the familiar lightheaded feeling rushes through her veins.
“That's my good girl. You look so gorgeous, Riss.” Slowly, you slide your fingers out of her over-sensitive hole. Taking each of your fingers in your mouth, you slowly suck off her juices. “You taste so good my love.” You say, leaning forward to brush your lips over hers. “I’ll be back, I’m just going to grab a few things, ok?” She nods, still unable to form words, her body still sensitive from its high. You grab a glass from the kitchen, filling it up with water before walking into the bathroom, you run a small towel under the water, squeezing out the excess liquid before returning to her. She gratefully accepts the glass of water, you brush her sweat covered hair out of her eyes, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. You recenter yourself between her legs, making her eyes widen. “W-what are you doing?”
“It’s ok baby, I’m just cleaning you up. No more, I know you’re sensitive, you did so well for me, my love.” She gasps as the cold towel touches her skin, gently wiping away the liquid leaking down her thighs. You place another soft kiss against her thigh, getting up to put the towel in the washing basket before returning to her. You turn off the bedside lamp as you lean over her, shutting the curtains. Getting into bed with her, she pushes herself against you making you chuckle. “Come here, my love.” She lies with her head on your chest, your hand stroking through her hair, placing the occasional kiss on her forehead as you shower her with compliments.
“I’ve never had anyone do this before.” She shyly admits. “What? Aftercare?” You ask, your heart dropping as she nods. “Love, I’m so sorry. You should always have aftercare after sex.” You say, placing a gentle kiss on her lips before pulling her body closer to yours. “Is there anything else you need?” You whisper, your hand returning to her head, gently massaging her scalp. “This is perfect, thank you.”
“Don’t thank me darling, I will always make sure you’re taken care of afterwards. Now try to get some sleep, you have work tomorrow.” You murmur as she nods against your chest, letting out a yawn as you smile. “You deserve the world and more Riss.” You quietly say as she drifts off to sleep. It’s only then that you allow yourself to sleep, holding her in your arms as both of your soft snores fill the room.
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So like are you only reading POC reader fics?? Idk if like I just don’t think this way or don’t think deeply enough but you mentioned the flush thing and I didn’t know that was like exclusively white cause Asian flush is a thing too.
Like how does one even know what white coding is? Do I need to do research then before writing fics to make it inclusive?? I feel like I write what I feel and I what I want to read. Why do writers have to bend over backwards to accommodate everyone??
Oh, I’m so glad I got this ask because I can point this out now. This right here, is what I’m talking about you guys. We have someone who can read fics and not have the illusion shattered because they fit the pale/light skinned/white reader demographic. The ostracizing does not effect them, so they do not really care. This is the ignorance I’ve been booming about. I only read fics that don’t imply the reader is white.
No, you’re correct, flushing applies to anyone with a light skin tone! The Asian flush is very much a thing, I was referring to how white people’s skin flush because that anon stated they were white, but I made sure to elaborate the term flushed applies to light skin.
White coding is when you write something that someone else (a person of color) cannot look like or do because the reader is implied to be (and this is gonna come as the shock of a century) white. For instance, the flush thing. People with light skin get pink or red when their face flushes, blush and such. Now, a dark skinned black person—for instance—does not flush outwardly. There is no pink or red on their face when their face heats up because of their dark skin tone. So when someone writes:
“Your face flushed, and you squeezed your eyes shut in embrasssment”
or something, it breaks the illusion of the reader insert because now that black reader knows the reader depicted in the work is meant to be light skinned and if there’s mention of that, there’s usually more descriptors implying she’s white such as long straight hair, being described as pale, biologically related to a white character and their family, etc.
Writers ‘bend over backwards’ because they don’t have to. You’re literally eliminating the amount of words you’d have to type of a description to make sure thousands of people can see themselves in your work.
The only time people bend over backwards to do something is when they go the extra mile to describe their reader as some skinny, white person. And if you don’t want to do that, which it’s sounds heavily like you don’t, I’m not gonna sit here and hold your hand to try and get you to. I really hope I’m wrong though (although it’s not even the tone of this ask—you definitely worded that last sentence to make being inclusive seem like a negative chore).
In the end, you can write what you want to write, but not everyone is gonna read it, I know I’m not. Which also goes into the numbers thing, because I see people crying about that constantly, and it’s because people with this type of ignorant mindset (be it purposely or because they don’t face these things) exclude a ton of people.
And I understand you wanted to use the anon to say this, but maybe think about why you did. Would the people who follow you be disappointed you think like this? The people who read your fics? Is that telling?
You shouldn’t feel like eliminating these words (and I know very well you know what white coding is because you stated you’d have to bend over backwards to not do so) is a chore. This is precisely why I only read works that are POC friendly. You may not mean this to be harmful, but it’s because I don’t want to support people who think like you nor would I even be able to see myself in your works.
In fact, I’ve gotten so used to the white coding that I struggle greatly to ever picture myself, and that’s the problem. You get the privilege to imagine yourself but thousands of people don’t because you don’t want them to, you don’t care.
That’s why.
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Duck's Rendition of Muppets Mayhem Season 2 Track 1.
hi ho muppetblr, I'm posting this now so I don't overthink it tonight.
Word Count; 2711
Please note; this entire thing is going to be extremely self indulgent, not in a shippy way, just, me taking headcanons i have about the characters and running far with them. This is also not beta read. I got too silly and posted it without anyone beta reading it. With that being said; Enjoy!
The bus was a complete bust. As hard as any of the band tried, it would not start back up. All it would do was sputter pathetically and spew smoke. As the Electric Mayhem all took turns looking pathetically at the now exposed engine, Nora got immediately to work calling a mechanic. After the call had been placed, she quickly turned around and approached the band.
“I just got done calling a mechanic, they should be here soon,” She announced happily.
The band cheered in delight at this information. Before long, they ended up back inside while waiting for the mechanic to arrive. While the Mayhem gathered around the table, Nora and Moog took a moment in a separate room to discuss a few things.
“Do we have any idea of where to go first?” Nora asked.
“Nah, the band usually just goes wherever the road takes them,” Moog explained, “They talk to the venue day of usually.”
Nora took a deep breath, still obviously getting used to the Electric Mayhem’s strange ways of doing what they do. Moog noticed this and quickly tried shifting topics.
“Uh, how long until the mechanic gets here?” He asked.
Nora checked on her phone for a moment before replying, “They’re about… five minutes away?”
“Awesome,” Moog answered awkwardly.
The air around them became rather awkward. That was until Nora noticed on the other side of the room, a polaroid camera sitting alone and unaccompanied. She walked over and picked it up.
“This is Zoot’s camera…” She said quietly, “I don’t think he remembers he doesn’t have it.”
Nora swiftly rushed out of the room, Moog quickly followed behind her. She headed into the main room where the band was set up in a circle, Dr. Teeth passing out cards. Nora pulled up a seat next to the saxophonist and handed him the camera.
“You seem to have misplaced this,” She said as she did so.
“My camera. Man, where did I leave it?” Zoot exclaimed, visibly excited to see his camera again. Almost immediately he snapped a picture of Nora, the flash leaving her stunned for a second.
“You, uh, left it here when everyone went off on their own to do solo projects,” Nora explained, trying to wipe the remnants of the flash from her eyes.
“We split up? When?” Zoot asked, now much more distressed.
“Well, it doesn’t matter now, because we’re back and better than ever,” Dr. Teeth interjected, throwing Zoot another card.
“What’re you even playing?” Nora asked as she watched Zoot sort the cards in his hand very poorly.
“A very ancient game about sorting cards into the most pairs and going fishing,” Dr. Teeth explained. Go fish. It was quite literally go fish.
Nora blinked for a moment, before being interrupted by the sound of a knock on the shack’s door. She quickly got up to answer it. On the other side was a very tired looking and rather gruff lady. She explained she was the mechanic and was here to fix the bus.
“Oh, terrific, it's right this way.” Nora led the mechanic to the bus.
The mechanic immediately got to inspecting it. She seemed quite shocked with the issues with it. The gruff mechanic began asking a few questions about the bus. Nora explained how it used to travel a lot but had been sitting in the garage for quite some time. This caused the mechanic to sigh.
“Look, It’ll take a bit,” She explained to Nora, “Are you willing to wait maybe about a few hours?”
“Yeah, take as much time as you need,” Nora reassured.
“Good, I’m gonna need it,” The mechanic grumbled.
~
Meanwhile, back inside the shack, the band was deep into an oddly heated game of go fish. Nora stood next to Moog and watched the chaos of it unfold.
“Hey, uh, Janice,” Floyd started, sounding desperate and tired, “Do you have any sevens?”
“Ooh, as much as it pains me to say this, I, like, don’t have any sevens,” Janice responded, unphased by Floyd’s desperation, “Go fish.”
Floyd let out a loud ‘nooo’ as he reached for the pile. He put the card into his ever expanding hand of cards. Notably his hand was much larger than the rest of the band’s. That mixed with the lack of matches near him made him a guaranteed loser of this intense game.
“Lips, do you, like, have any kings?” Janice asked.
Lips merely nodded and handed Janice a card. She took that card and matched it with a different one in her hand of just three cards, now leaving her with two.
“Zoot, dyou hav annines?” Lips asked in his typical mumbly fashion.
Zoot, who must have been asleep, shook himself awake before frantically looking through his cards. “Uh, go fish.”
Lips grumbled as he grabbed a card from the pile. After a few seconds of silence, it had seemed Zoot was once again asleep, having forgotten to ask anyone for a card. Eventually the game faded from their focus, now the band idly reminisced about their older days.
Soon, a thump on the door stirred everyone out of an evening daze. Nora got up and answered it. The gruff mechanic was on the other side.
“Bus is fixed,” She said in a monotone and tired voice.
“Cool, uh,” Nora said, “How much is all of that going to cost?”
“Oh, this is on the house,” the mechanic replied, her voice sounding a little warmer than before, “Just as a favour for my old teacher. Yeah, Lips taught me how to repair old vehicles. I owe him one.”
Nora was quite unsure how to respond. Before she could, though, the mechanic had quickly left. Nora closed the door and rejoined the band.
“We’re good to go!” She announced. The band cheered and all rushed out of their seats and out of the door.
Nora took a slower pace as she met with Moog. The two walked beside each other before stopping between the old bus and Moog’s truck.
“Are you joining us on the bus, or-” Nora began, her voice trailing off.
“Someone’s gotta bring the equipment,” Moog answered, before beginning to climb into the truck, “If you want you can join me?”
Nora paused, debating whether or not to take the offer. A loud thud from the bus prompted Nora to make her choice. Soon both vehicles left.
~
The bus travelled for a while before needing to stop at a gas station to refuel. As it pulled into the gas pump area, plans were immediately made as Dr. Teeth handed Floyd a wallet.
“You pay, I pump,” He offered.
“Works for me,” Floyd replied, “Any snack request?”
“How about one of them crunchy granola bars?” Dr. Teeth asked.
“Gotcha. How about Zoot? Any requests?” Floyd turned towards the back of the bus.
“Huh? Oh,” Zoot mumbled, “Bag of chips.”
“Right on, we’ll be right back.” With that, the fluffy bassman exited the bus, followed by the other members of the Mayhem sans Zoot and Teeth.
The inside of the gas station’s shop was easily described in two words: run down. Despite the grime, ripped up tiles, and obviously dangerous demeanour, the band remained cheerful as they entered. Nora and Moog remained close by.
Almost immediately, the Mayhem had filled a shopping basket with various snacks. The four muppets stood at the front of an isle and went over what all they had picked out.
“We got chips for Zoot,” Floyd began, “Funyuns for Animal-”
“FUNYUNS! FUNYUNS!!” Animal shouted, bouncing up and down.
“Pretzel sticks for Lips,” Floyd continued, unphased by Animal’s shouting, “Veggie straws for Janice, granola bars for Teeth, and Cheez-Its for me.”
Once everything was listed off, the band stopped crouching around the basket.
“You two want anything?” Floyd asked, looking at Nora and Moog with a blink.
“Oh, uh,” Moog started awkwardly, “I’m fine, I brought my own snacks in my truck.”
Floyd turned to face Nora with the same question. “Maybe just some gum?” Nora requested.
Floyd nodded, “Any specific brand?”
Nora shook her head, “No, just, uh, mint flavouring, though.”
“Got it,” Floyd replied, wandering into the candy aisle and putting several different brands of mint flavoured gum into the basket. Quickly, the orange haired muppet got distracted and put several other different candies in the basket as well.
Upon reaching the checkout, Floyd began handing the cashier the various treats he had gotten for the band. The cashier appeared increasingly annoyed as he scanned each item.
“Will that be all?” The cashier asked, once he finished scanning.
Floyd handed him a few $20 bills, “Can you put this on the pump with the bus? We got a long road trip ahead of us.”
~
As the members of the Mayhem exited the gas station, they arrived back at the bus to see Dr. Teeth having some kind of conversation over the phone as he pumped gas into the bus.
“I’m telling you, Twinkles, we haven’t even left the state yet, and you’re already trying to start this,” Dr. Teeth said into the phone.
Dr. Teeth visibly winced as the person on the other end, Penny, screamed at him over the phone.
“What is going on with them?” Nora asked with concern.
“Every time Penny and Teeth get back together Penny always starts some kinda lasting drama that she’ll scream for days on end to him about,” Floyd explained, “That's why they’ve broken up at least six times.”
“It’ll all, like, blow over and they’ll break up again,” Janice chimed in, “It all repeats every time they, like, meet.” Despite her usual cheery tone, Janice sounded disappointed about the whole thing.
The band boarded the bus once more and waited a little bit for their keyboard player to get off the phone and rejoin them. After a few more moments of yelling, it all went quiet as Penny had promptly hung up the phone. Dr. Teeth nodded solemnly before rejoining the rest of The Electric Mayhem.
“You alright?” Floyd asked in a respectful tone.
The doctor nodded, “Yeah…” without another word the bus was started up and began to drive away.
~
The band had been driving for a long while. By now the snacks had all been finished, stories had been shared, and chaos ensued. Nora was exhausted by all of this.
“Do you guys even know what venue you’re playing?” She asked.
Dr. Teeth nodded, “We’re here.”
The bus had been parked at a rather large venue. The band all piled out and began spreading out. Nora was last off. Needless to say she was quite confused by all the happenings. Lips communicated with some of the staff, Floyd had Animal by his leash and was being dragged around in an effort to get some energy out of Animal. Janice and Zoot were helping Moog unload equipment, and Dr. Teeth stood next to Nora with a proud expression on his face.
“How do you-” Nora asked, but was quickly cut off by the doctor.
“Just the mellodific magic of the Mayhem,” he answered.
“Weot a gig fo toniht aseen!” Lips called to the rest of the band.
“Well alright!” Dr. Teeth cheered as he hurried to help the rest of the band set up the equipment.
Nora approached Moog, “Now I know why you followed them for so long…” She said exhaustedly.
“They’re really something, huh,” Moog replied.
“Truly… something…” A third voice came, causing both Nora and Moog to flinch.
The voice belonged to a man in a blindingly white suit accompanied by a red tie. His expression was a mix of smug and disgusted and his stance provided an air of superiority to him.
“Who’re you?” Nora asked defensively.
The man chuckled and handed her a business card as white as his suit. “I am Seymour, a representative of Music United. I’ve come to make a deal with you.”
“What… kind of deal?” Nora asked, clearly suspicious of him.
“I propose we give you a large sum of money, and we get the rights to the band,” He offered smugly.
Nora and Moog exchanged equally angered looks. As if to say to each other ‘what kind of gaul does this man have to try that?’
“Yeah, no. Not happening,” Nora answered, quickly attempting to shoo him away.
“How much would change your mind?” Seymour asked.
“None. Now leave,” Nora said rather upsettedly.
“But! Don’t you even care about their futures? Shouldn’t you ask the band first!?” Seymour attempted to argue.
“Yeah, I think the band would agree about not wanting to be sold like property,” Moog chimed in.
Seymour huffed as he nearly tripped on his way out of the parking lot.
“That guy does not seem like a cool cat,” Floyd said from behind Nora and Moog.
“Ooh, his aura was, like, totally sinister,” Janice shivered, “Like a mouldy green bean…”
“You said it,” Nora replied, “But something tells me he’ll be back.”
~
Inside the venue, everything had been set up rather quickly. Kind staff showed Moog to the audio board, and he began doing sound checks with the band.
“Alright, Teeth, you’re up first,” Moog began.
“Well alright.” Dr. Teeth began pressing keys on his keyboard, a snippet of one of their songs.
“Excellent…” Moog said as he adjusted a few things on the board, “Floyd?”
“You got it.” Floyd joined in with the same song and hummed a few lyrics to it.
“Allright, Janice, your turn.”
“Fer sure,” Janice answered as she started strumming. The band was slowly but surely building up.
Moog pointed towards Animal, gesturing for him to start playing. Animal gladly obliged and started slamming the drums. As he did so he growled and shouted at the top of his lungs, enthralled in his own drumming madness.
“Yeah!” Moog shouted, clearly getting into it, “How about some sax?”
“You got it, Mort,” Zoot said before starting to play.
Moog adjusted a few more things on the board while bobbing his head, “Get in there, Lips!”
Lips nodded and joined in. The band revelled in their own jubilee despite the lack of an audience. Although it was quite short lived as the song ended rather quickly. The Mayhem cheered once it finished.
“Awesome! You guys sound great!” Moog shouted.
~
The concert was full of bright lights and life. Despite the short notice, the venue was almost entirely sold out within moments. The Electric Mayhem truly lived up to their name.
Their set list had contained plenty of their album songs, but also contained on the spot covers, each eliciting a roar of cheers from the audience.
But alas, just as quickly as the night began, the concert came to an end. The crowd dispersed and the band celebrated their concert within the greenroom.
“Terrific job out there tonight!” Nora cheered.
“Why thank you,” Dr. Teeth replied, “I think the first night of our most immacurific tour has been quite the success.”
Nora nodded, “Any idea what kind of hotel you want to stay in?” She asked the band.
“Hotel?” Floyd interjected before anyone else could answer, “No way, we sleep on the road!”
Nora felt unsure about this, “Are you sure? I don’t think it's smart to be driving all night like that…”
“Ooh, we, like, don’t drive all night, that’d totally just make us, like, so tired,” Janice explained, “We’re usually, like, parked overnight and totally sleep all together in a big pile! Fer sure!”
~
The band started unloading everything into the truck. Everyone except Lips, who was frozen in horror at the sight of the amount of trash leftover by the fans. As far back as he remembered, everyone threw away their trash on the way out. What had changed?
“Lips? You alright, buddy?” Nora asked, tapping him on the shoulder.
“I donet it,” Lips started, “ereon usto take alleir rashithem, noeave iall oer thround. I’sad fo thnvironment…”
Nora paused. She never really thought about that. Venues usually always had large trash cans. Why would people still leave their trash everywhere? But before she could reply, Lips had vanished into the seats of the venue and was already picking up trash with the rest of the staff.
Something told Nora this was going to be a long tour.
#duck writes#muppets mayhem#mayhem season 2#muppets#floyd pepper#dr teeth#the electric mayhem#zoot#janice muppets#lips muppet#zoot muppet#look im sorry but this is not beta read i got too silly and didnt feel like waiting
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oh bestie, you just always have to eat with your fics 😭 i feel bad that i already want a series for captain’s reward but like IT’S SO GOOD the potential is literally SCREAMING at me i don’t even know where to start!
actually, let me start with the “he’ll still fuck other women” bit because all the angst that could arise from this is just 🥺 <— that is EXACTLY how his little reward will be like when she finds out that she’s just an object to him like she’s realizing it’s not a fairytale and she’s nothing more than a toy that steve labels his favorite 😔 i wonder how she’d have to find out though, because i’m assuming that steve never lets her out of his floor so would she have to be kicked out of his room? would she smell the other women on him when she goes to sleep in his bed?? like technically since steve owns her (in his eyes) that clearly means she’s not an equal to him so even if they’re married, reward’s bed isn’t really her bed still :(
on the other hand, i’m sorry but i can’t help to think of steve being so childish at the thought of his reward being with anyone else 😭 because it’s kinda like flaunting your favorite toy around and boasting about it but when other people come to admire it too, steve just hisses and hides his little reward behind him like “no, MINE” 😡 though i wish it would be in better terms and that it would be because steve is genuinely in love with his reward i don’t see it happening anytime soon unfortunately… but that doesn’t stop me from enjoying steve being mad even from the mere idea of another man even looking at his reward 😌
that being said, i don’t even know who’d be worthy of the [not-really] rival though… i’d say peter because of the more closed age gap between himself and reader and the generational (more progressive) difference between him and steve but then it’d become more like poyt and i know that’s probably not what you were going for anyways… i realize that you never mentioned thor when you brought up the other avengers but i don’t know how he could fit in this universe really, oh well we’ll just let cap and his reward be for now
another thing i’m definitely excited for is the wedding! how would reader’s parents react to the news, given that it’s so sudden? they look up to captain america too so would they be proud of their daughter or would they be a little skeptical of their daughter being wed to a man twice her age just out of the blue?? i think the former would be more entertaining, since i could see reward looking the most on-edge in this situation and steve being the most smug knowing that her parents don’t even know he already took her virginity before the wedding 😫 given it’s captain america, would the news of the wedding be publicized or private? i feel like the world would know regardless but i’m wondering how it’d go about, yunno (the smut would definitely be worth the read either way 😁)
again, i know it sounds a bit deja vu but i just know reader’s already pregnant, and i can’t help but wonder how it would change both steve and his reward… because i feel like reader would do just about anything for steve but be more assertive when their child’s finally in the picture
i’m already picturing like a super-angsty moment where reader is just about fed up with steve not being as devoted to their marriage as she is and she’s ready for a divorce, but she wouldn’t up and leave her kid with steve (and definitely not take her baby away from steve knowing that she can’t just provide on her own, she’d obviously opt for co-parenting) so how far is steve willing to be stuck in his ways before he starts to change for his new family? maybe his job as a hero starts to rise in stakes as he realizes that he now does have a family to go home to?? reward could always be an object to him, but surely he can’t think the same of their child, right??? RIGHT????
anyways sorry for going too far but those were all the thoughts in my head about captain’s reward 😭 this is what i meant when i said that the potential was screaming at me 🫣 i just love it so much!
- 🫶🏼 anon (still jenneyquinn but as i’m still using my burner acc i’m reclaiming my old alias for the time being)
ps: thank you for bringing attention to my login situation! because i’ve been busy recently i haven’t had time to reach out to tumblr support but when i get more free time i’ll get on that asap 😭
OMG BESTIEEE I WAS JUST THINKING ABOUT YOU! I’m happy you saw that I replied to your last ask and I really hope you get your account back!! Im happy you’re still around tho!!! 🩷🩷🩷 idk why tumblr did you so dirty skdjsksksksk
Alsooooo, the reader in TCR isn’t exactly in love with Steve either 😭😭😭 fr that girl just wants to go home and do her homework 😭 so I don’t think presently she’d care if he “cheated” on her and I don’t think she would even consider it cheating bc she doesn’t like him like that rn!
I definitely envisioned her parents to approve of her marrying Steve! I mean he’s literally Captain America! He’s every conservative parents’ dream son in law! They wouldn’t even care about the age gap bc they’d approve sooo much of him anyways and think it’s a great match 😂 and Steve knows this. His public persona is sooo charming too, it’s only behind closed doors that his true darkness comes out!
And I actually can’t imagine her pregnant rn! I think Steve wants to enjoy her for a while before having a proper family and anyways, he’s literally heartless so I don’t think it’s a good idea for him to have children rn 😭😭😂😂😂 currently, their future storylines would be about her wanting to go home, him not letting her, him charming her parents, him showing her off to his team, his team being suspicious of him and trying to save her, her being scared shitless of him etc etc 😂😂 also her having a little crush on Bucky and IT KILLS STEVE LIKE HE IS ENRAGED BY THIS bc he can tell when he introduces her to Bucky, she gets extra shy 🥹🥹😭😭
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Imperfect (also on A03)
Summary: By chance you meet one of your favorite erotica authors who goes by the pen name Pantalone. When you give him an honest opinion of his work and make a sexual remark by mistake, you've instantly piqued his interest.
(I’ve never posted a fanfic to tumblr so im hoping this goes well!! I wanna aim for at least 20 hearts/likes and I’ll post part 2! Please do not repost on other sites, heavily reference, plagiarize, or translate my works at all. Thank you!!)
You didn't often attend these conventions, not really any conventions, but this one was certainly…out of your league, to say the least. Had your friend not dragged you here you wouldn't have ever imagined yourself standing within the large convention hall surrounded by all sorts of adult vendors.
The adult industry was vast to say the least, but you didn't care to be so open and casual about your interests, especially the amount of smut you read to fuel your fantasies. They were fantasies, that's all, and you didn't see anyone being able to bring them to life any time soon, so erotica would have to do the job. That was your logic to justify your interest in it.
You soon grow bored of the atmosphere, it's loud, obnoxious, and your friends are irritating you so, you dismiss yourself and travel to another section of the convention. To your surprise and delight, it's filled with erotica authors. Immediately, you recognize a popular one, a Schneznian author who goes under the pen name of Pantalone.
You thought it was a bit strange of a name, but nonetheless, he also happened to write some of your favorite novels. There was something about his writing style that was absolutely flawless, so realistic, and descriptive. It all flows so smoothly, like rich chocolate, and you were always left wanting more, opting to start the entire novel over from the beginning. It wasn't just erotica at this point, it was a world of art, and it was clear Pantalone took great pride in his work. Very admirable indeed.
Naturally, his booth is crowded by fans, begging to have their copies of his work signed. Now you wish you'd known he would be present, if you had, you wouldn't have even hesitated to bring a copy of your favorite, Il Dolce Tormento, for him to sign.
Maybe…you could.
There were plenty of other erotica novels he'd written that you'd been wanting to get your hands on as discreetly as possible, not wanting to get picked on for being such a fan, and now was the perfect moment to not only add to your collection but to have it signed too!
With your mind made up, you march over to the booth and patiently wait your turn until the crowd clears just enough that you can quickly browse the broad selection and eventually pick one that sounds pretty good.
Up close, he was just, as if not more breathtaking than he is in pictures. He wore his thin, silvery glasses and a pleasant smile as he spoke to a fan. He seemed to genuinely enjoy the company as he laughs and pushes some of his long, raven black hair to one side as he responds. Everything about his seemed so…perfect. It was a little intimidating to be so close to a man who appeared to be the pinnacle of perfection, looks wise that was.
Finally, finally, your turn came around and by then you were shaking in your shoes at the thought of meeting him, speaking to him face to face. It felt like you were approaching a supermodel.
"H-hi there," you greet nervously.
When Pantalone smiles it seems like his whole face follows. You'd never looked upon such handsome features, his jawline was appealingly soft but still noticeable and up close you can even see dark circles beneath his eyes that were an enchanting grey.
"Hello to you too, miss, is that for me to sign?" He asks, pointing to the book you held tightly to your chest. Damn, right to the point…what were you thinking?
"Oh yes please! I'd really appreciate that, it's an honor to have your signature on one of my favorites. I-" you catch yourself rambling and stop before you become bothersome. How embarrassing, he probably heard this nonsense day in and day out.
Pantalone chuckles softly, covering his mouth with his fist and motioning for you to hand the book over.
You flush and do so with shaky hands. He takes it and raises an eyebrow. "I'm surprised you picked this one," he muses as he takes the pen from behind his ear and signs the cover. You wish this would have lasted longer, but his comment also intrigues you.
"What about it?" You ask as he flips through the pages.
He shrugs and his cheesy smile returns. "Because it was my first novel, it wasn't popular and as a result didn't sell well, so I thought it was no longer made as it was forgotten. Poorly written and all. Looks like I was wrong."
You shake your head. "I don't think so. I actually became invested after I read this one not too long after you published it. I liked your writing style more so than the plot, so I decided to lurk and see if you improved in the areas where you lacked," you answer honestly.
Pantalone finds himself nodding, a bit stunned at hearing such a thing from a fan. No fan, most of which were die hard, ever analyzed his pieces, erotica was just…erotica. You either loved it to jerk off to or steer away from it. No one, minus his editors actually paid attention to his flow and how he pieced the story together.
"I see, I must say that I'm touched," he remarks stiffly.
"You should let me touch you," you joke, but you instantly cover your mouth and stare up at him at horror. "I'M SO SOR-"
"Is that a promise?" He joists back, finishing the comeback off with a cheeky wink and a smirk. He leans over the table, just close enough so that you two were now face to face, the closeness makes your body burn. You feel him slip something into the back of your pants and he whispers into your ear. "Make good on that, topolina," he purrs.
You step back, baffled, and nod dumbly before robotically walking away until you're out of the convention hall and into the hotel lobby where you dart to the elevator. You're itching to get to your room and see what he snuck into your pants, you hardly care if anyone else saw that stunt. You can't even call it sexual harassment, you liked his closeness too much to even consider labeling it as that. His aura alone had your breath hitching and your pussy throbbing.
You nearly break the door down to your hotel room and fumble with your pants after you throw the book onto the desk to look at the slip of paper. It was a business card? You turn it to the back only to be delighted by the sight of his personal cell with a caption of, 'chiami, mia dolcezza ♡'.
Oh fuck.
You bite your lips and read over the card multiple times. You actually wooed him with that offbeat follow up…what were the chances?
You wait until you know the convention is over and after excusing yourself from your friends suspicions, you lock yourself in your room and call Pantalone.
He picks up instantly. "Who's speaking?"
"The weirdo," you reply bashfully, squirming on your bed.
"Ahh yes, my weirdo indeed," he hums. "That was charming."
"Charming?" You wheeze.
You hear him hum in agreement. "Very much so. Regardless, I just wanted you to have my personal. You intrigue me."
"You sound awfully confident about your decision to grant me such a privilege," you say.
"Why not?"
You scoff. "Well, we're still strangers," you start.
#pantalone#pantalone x y/n#pantalone x you#pantalone x reader#genshin impact#genshin fanfic#genshin smut#genshin lemon#spicy content#multiple characters#eventual smut#genshin x reader#beta reader
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Thoughts and Reactions Upon Watching How to Train Your Dragon 1 with my cousin for the very first time - Part 1
For the very first time for me, that is. I'd never watched any of the HTTYD movies before. I'd read the books, years ago, and I'd heard of the movies, but didn't know what they were about. As you may know, I rarely watch movies and am unfamiliar with many of them and won't understand most references to them. My cousin has taken it upon herself to rectify that. I don't know what number time this was watching HTTYD, but it was very far from the first.
Me: If they've been here for seven generations why is every building new?
My cousin: You'll see.
*Dragons set everything on fire*
Me: Oh.
Me: Hiccup seems to be pretty strong! He was able to pick up that heavy hammer! Why does everyone think he's weak?
My cousin: Well, he's not Viking strong.
Me: Stoick barely even sounds surprised at Hiccup being chased...
Me: Of course he goes running right back out of the house again!
Me: He found him! Is the dragon so completely tied up that he can't move his wings or burn the ropes? How did Hiccup's dragon catching device tie him up that securely?
Me: Is this Toothless?
My cousin: I'm not spoiling anything for you!
My cousin: Toothless's eye was actually an animation error but it was perfect so they kept it. Look, now he's given up.
Me: Oh!
Me: So he just decides to untie him? I figured that was going to happen, but-Hey! Now he attacked him! And ran away! I guess he didn't eat him because he saved him?
My cousin: Yeah, that was never explained. A warning, maybe?
Me: *laughs so hard when Stoick says that anyone who stays behind will watch Hiccup and suddenly everyone volunteers that I couldn't breathe*
Me: So is Gobber trying to blackmail Stoick into letting him go along, or to get him to let Hiccup join dragon training...well, it's not like he's lying about Hiccup being alone with lots of molten metal and sharp tools being a bad idea.
Me: Wow, this conversation really is very one-sided.
Me: So why do they have all these dragons in the cages? How did they get them in there? Is that what Stoick wanted to trap those other dragons for?
Me: He brought him a fish! He realized the dragon couldn't hunt and brought him a fish! OH HE'S SHARING WITH HIM THIS IS ADORABLE!
My cousin: The animators designed Toothless off a cat.
Me: So he is Toothless! But why did Hiccup name him that? He has teeth! (Toothless demonstrates his retractable teeth.) Oh.
My cousin: See, he's sharing the fish! He's showing him how to chew! He's showing him how to lick his lips!
Me: That is ADORABLE OH NOW HE'S TRYING TO COPY HICCUP BY SMILING
My cousin: One of the animators based that off his baby.
Me: Aww.
Me: Oh now he's drawing a picture of him! And he's copying him! And OH NOW HE'S LETTING HIM TOUCH HIM AWW
Me: Why is Astrid so angry at him? What does she mean, is she on their side or the dragons? Joining the dragons isn't even an option. The dragons are just beasts that attack and raid them. It's not like in a war where there's the possibility of betraying them and joining the other side. Isn't that kind of harsh for just being bad at fighting? Everyone knew Hiccup would be bad at fighting anyway, that's why he wasn't supposed to be fighting.
My cousin: Well, it's not just that he's bad at fighting, but other people have to save him, and he messes everything up - he ends up actually hindering the war effort.
(Back when it shows Stoick and everyone on the ship, because I don't remember when exactly that was) Me: Wow, they're expecting to die, to go to Helheim. Or at least, open to it. You know, the Vikings believed that only if you died in battle would you go to heaven. Dying in glory! Oh dear.
My cousin: What Gobber's showing them, that's the tail wing that Toothless is missing.
Me: And he can't fly without it? Not at all? I mean yeah, he's unbalanced, but he can't fly at all? And it doesn't grow back?
My cousin: And now Hiccup's making a new one.
Me: So Hiccup just showed up with a basket of fish? Aww...Didn't anyone notice him taking all the fish?
Me: So he just sits on the dragon's tail.
My cousin: Now Toothless realizes he can fly.
Me: Poor Hiccup.
My cousin: And now Toothless is like "Well I can't fly anymore!"
Me: So everything that applies to Toothless, applies to all dragons? Like how did Hiccup know all dragons didn't like eel? What if it was just Toothless who didn't like eel?
Me: Why are Terrible Terrors called that? They're tiny! They're not even poisonous or anything!
My cousin: Well, they breathe fire.
Me: But they all do that!
My cousin: Everyone congratulates Stoick, and his first reaction is that Hiccup is dead.
Me: Ha! Well I thought that they found dragon footprints in the forge and thought Hiccup got eaten.
Me: Stoick is trying so hard to connect with Hiccup but they're just at so different viewpoints now! They're trying so hard to talk to each other but they can't!
Me: That lady is "the elder," she's the only elder! She's the oldest person in the village! Vikings considered it an honor to die in battle, they did it a lot! She's the only elder!
My cousin: Come to think of it, weren't there less ships returning than that departed?...
Me: Ooh, and now Astrid's mad.
Me: Wow, Hiccup is really bad at lying.
Me: Wait, Hiccup's on Toothless! I thought that was just Toothless!
My cousin: No, Toothless was like "this isn't my problem."
Me: Oh yeah, "where are you going?"
My cousin: Toothless was waiting for an apology. Once Astrid apologized, he stopped.
Me: Oh! I didn't realize that!
My cousin: And that's the dragon queen. That's why the dragons attack the Vikings.
Me: OMIGOSH she just ate a dragon.
My cousin: That's what happens if they don't bring back enough food.
Me: Oh WOW
Me: But how does that make sense? If she's the queen, doesn't she lay all the eggs? Wouldn't the survival of the hive depend on her? How would killing her own dragons be a viable method of surviving? If she eats all of them there's no one to get food for her. What do you mean she doesn't lay all the eggs? Is she the only dragon queen or are there other ones too?
My cousin: That's not the point of the movie.
Me: So Hiccup's just going to not kill a dragon in front of the whole tribe?
My cousin: He's going to show them how it's not dangerous.
Me: This isn't going to end well, is it.
My cousin: Nope.
My cousin: See, Toothless hears him, he's rushing to help.
Me: You can see how Hiccup cares about both of them! He's begging each of them not to attack the other! And Stoick locks up Toothless but doesn't kill him like Toothless said!
Me: Oh wow, this really isn't going to end well. Ouch. I can't believe Stoick just said that to Hiccup.
My cousin: Look at him, though, look at how he stops outside, how he's shaken. This is hard for him too.
Me: So he's just going off to find the dragon nest? He doesn't know anything about it! Even if he's mad at Hiccup, wouldn't it make sense to find out what Hiccup knows about it?
Me: Poor Toothless.
Me: Three hundred years isn't seven generations, though. If a generation is twenty years, seven generations would be 140 years. If a generation is 25 years, seven generations would be 175 years. Even if a generation is forty years, seven generations would be 280 years, not 300.
My cousin: THAT'S NOT THE POINT OF THE MOVIE!
Me: So all of a sudden all the caged dragons trust the kids to ride on them?
My cousin: Well, they trust Hiccup.
My cousin: Stoick's smart. He knew how to get to the dragon nest from Toothless's movements. He knew that because Toothless was trying to escape there was something worse coming. He told everyone not to get to the ship because he knew if they caught fire they'd be very dangerous.
Me: Like now. I see that. Stoick isn't chief for nothing.
Me: THE SHIP IS ON FIRE HICCUP!
Me: Stoick goes back for Toothless! He sees how important Toothless is to his son!
Me: AND NOW TOOTHLESS SAVES STOICK! Because he's important to Hiccup!
I had to continue this in a separate post because of the word limit; it can be found here.
#httyd thoughts#httyd#httyd 1#how to train your dragon#how to train your dragon 1#stoick the vast#hiccup horrendous haddock the 3rd#astrid hofferson#toothless#gobber the belch#hiccup how to train your dragon#hiccup httyd#httyd hiccup#hiccup horrendous haddock lll
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Slow Dance
Bella x Jacob | AU - No Cullens
Word Count: 2,645 | Rating: G, no warnings
Summary: At her father's insistence, Bella agrees to go to prom with an old friend.
A/N: I think this is my favorite one so far. 💘
Written for day three of my February writing challenge
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It started with Charlie, of all people.
“I just wanna make sure you’re not missing out on anything,” he’d told me, as if that would be enough of an explanation to cool my rage. I still don’t know what he was thinking, arranging for me to go to prom without even asking me first.
“I just can’t believe you’d do something like this. It’s my life! It’s not fair!” I hadn’t yelled at my dad like that since I was a kid and I knew how petulant I sounded as the words left my mouth.
The argument we had that night two weeks ago had been fiery and, ultimately, pointless. Part of his plan had been to find a date for me — because I certainly wasn’t going to ask anyone myself — which led him right to the door of an old friend. Jake was more than happy to accompany me to prom, and with someone else so excitedly involved… well, I couldn’t slam the brakes on the whole operation now, could I?
Now that the day is here though, I could imagine all the things I would rather be doing instead of dolling myself up. I could be rereading a book for the millionth times. I could be doing laundry. Researching colleges to apply to in the fall. Talking to Mom on the phone, thanking her over and over for never putting me in a situation like this.
As I finish curling my hair, I stare at myself in my bathroom mirror, harshly, critically. A medium-sized burn radiates heat and blooms brightly on my neck beneath my left ear. My makeup, painstakingly applied on my own, will certainly pale in comparison to the other girls I’ll see, who I’m sure went to a department store to have it done by a professional. So unused to formal clothing, I decided I would put my dress and shoes on before starting on my face and hair, just so I could get comfortable in it, but now my feet are aching and my body itches everywhere the fabric touches.
My dad better hope this will all be worth it.
“You almost done, Bells?” Charlie calls from the living room. “You kids’ll need to leave soon.”
“Be down in a minute,” I yell back as I yank the curling iron’s cord from the wall. I run my fingers through my hair, spraying some hairspray in short bursts like Mom taught me. Some of the strands still clump together, but overall it’s not my worst attempt.
I take a step back and really take it all in, looking between the sink mirror and the full-length mirror on the bathroom door. When I picked out my prom dress, I’d been feeling very dramatic and angry, only a couple days off from my argument with Charlie. I chose a black velvet dress that sweeps the floor and hugs my body in a way I’m not entirely comfortable with now. In the store, I liked the deep, dark purple floral pattern that covered it, but in this dingy lighting, it looks too much like old lady wallpaper. This all goes without mentioning the thin straps and the low neckline — I really don’t know what I’d been thinking.
Honestly though, I don’t look too different than I normally do. Kind of. Maybe a little paler than usual while wearing such dark colors. And the black eyeliner is a little intense…
Oh boy.
I brush my hair over my shoulders, partly covering my face, and hope that’s enough to make me feel more like myself; at least I have a place to hide.
“Are you trying to skip out on taking pictures with me?” Jake yells up the stairs. “Because I think you might get your wish.”
“Shut up, I’m ready!” I laugh, and it’s enough to finally get me to leave the bathroom.
Here goes nothing.
//
I didn’t get to avoid having my picture taken. Charlie and Billy snapped a couple of Jake and I in the living room, a candid one as he tied the corsage around my wrist and one of us posed, our arms loosely around each other’s waists. My smile felt strained in spite of my best efforts, but Jake exuded such confidence that I’m sure the photos will turn out at least half alright.
And though we pull into the venue’s parking lot a few minutes after prom had kicked off, we still manage to catch the photographer as he takes pictures of the couples going into the building. Once again, I can only guess how the photo will turn out, how much of an evident contrast there will be between Jake and I simply because he’s more comfortable in his own skin than I could ever imagine being myself.
“I’m surprised Forks High was willing to shell out the money for a place like this,” Jake says lowly, so close that his breath tickles my ear. I shiver, then sweep my hair over my shoulder, a curtain of separation.
I turn my head, leaning in so I can speak just as quietly.
“My friend Jess told me the prom committee had to do a lot of fund raising. It looks great, though.” Apparently, it had taken an unreasonable amount of convincing for the school board to approve a Paris-themed prom at a local private venue instead of using the school gym like every other year. Somehow, they pulled it off.
“Is this anything like the dances back in Arizona?” he asks, nudging my side with his elbow.
I smile up at him. “I wouldn’t know.”
Then I take a step away from him as I lead him toward the table my friends are seated at near the DJ booth.
Ever since I walked down the stairs at my house, I’ve noticed a difference in Jake.
He hasn’t said too much about the way I look, which is both a relief and a worry. A relief because I don’t want any attention drawn to myself, but I worry because I still feel like I look ridiculous.
At first sight, all he did was smile that broad smile of his and say, “Nice dress.”
Which Charlie followed up with, “Kind of showy, though,” before I could respond.
I could feel how red I turned as I stood at the base of the stairs, arms crossed over my chest.
Eventually, Billy said consolingly, “You look very nice, Bella,” and I mumbled, “Thanks,” and then we moved on to the exchange of flowers.
Since then though, Jake has found every reason to be much closer to me than he ever has been. When he speaks, it’s soft and close to my ear. When I move, he moves as if he’s a shadow, attached to me. Each time I stumble — an inevitable thing when I wear nice shoes, no matter how short the heel is — he grabs my arm or waist and balances me again, whether or not I need the help.
It’s new. It’s… interesting. I try to maintain a little distance, but it doesn’t feel right to tell him to back off. He’s not bothering me or anything.
“Well, well, well, look who it is!” Mike says as Jake and I walk up to the table. He has an arm slung over Jessica’s shoulder, but I catch the quick elevator glance he gives me. Sometimes I want to smack him. “Bella and… uh, the La Push guy. What’s your name again?”
I open my mouth to respond, but I’m beat to the punch.
“It’s Jacob.” As he speaks, Jake pulls out a chair then gestures for me to sit down. I take the seat, blessedly next to Angela. She smiles excitedly at me, tells me she loves my dress and hair, and her infectious energy has me smiling back and complimenting her, too.
“Oh yeah, I totally forgot,” Mike says, though from the way he says it, it doesn’t really seem like he’d forgotten. “And how do you know Bella? I can’t remember.”
“Our dads are friends,” Jake replies as he sits down beside me. “We’ve known each other since we were kids.”
“That’s right, that’s right,” Mike says, nodding as if he’s working through the information. “But it’s been a while since you’ve seen each other?”
I glance over at Jess to find she’s already looking at me. She seems just as confused as me, though I can tell by the hard line of her mouth that she wants Mike to stop talking. I hope she can see in my eyes that I want the same thing.
For his part, Jake appears unfazed. His hands are clasped on the table, the sleeves of his white button-up rolled to the elbows. He looks at Mike for a long moment, then says, “You don’t have a very good memory, do you?”
Mike scoffs, stammers a bit, looks around at the rest of us, but there’s no way for him to recover. Tyler and Lauren tease him openly while Jess drops her head into her hands. I try to hold my laughter in, covering my mouth with my hand, and I look over to see Angela doing the same.
“God, Mike, stop being weird,” Jess says, slapping his shoulder with her clutch. “Let’s dance.”
Then she drags him out of his seat as the opening notes of an upbeat pop song shake the room. Lauren and Tyler follow suit, leaving me to talk with Jake and Angela for a while. Now freed of any strange tension, it’s fun to joke around and people-watch with them. It’s easy to forget how much I’d been dreading this.
After a few songs, Angela leaves to join Eric at the DJ booth, and then it’s just Jake and I at the table, a comfortable silence settling between us.
I take a moment to really look at him for the first time tonight. His button-up and black dress pants are simple and well-worn. He didn’t wear a suit jacket and the deep purple tie he’d came in with as well as the boutonniere I’d pinned on him are now abandoned on the table. I look at his long, shiny hair and warm skin, and I’m struck with a sense of affection I can’t place.
I think back to days when we were kids on the pier of a lake, me running from him as he tried to put bait worms down the back of my shirt. I fought hard to put a stop to those summers in Forks with Charlie, but when I recounted the highlights from those years, Jake was there for most of them.
Maybe that’s where the flutter in my chest is coming from: it’s nice to remember someone so fondly and, years later, be fond of them still.
After a moment, Jake looks over at me, his grin widening when our eyes meet.
“Are you having a good time?” he asks, brows raised. He sounds a little skeptical.
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“From what I’ve heard, you reeeeally don’t want to be here.”
I grimace, then shake my head, turning away from him.
“That’s true,” I mumble. “I don’t normally do things like this.”
He leans in toward me, close enough that he curls an arm around the back of my chair to support himself. Once again, I’m struck by his proximity. I can smell the cologne he’s wearing and I’ve only seen him a handful of times since coming back to Forks, so I have no way of knowing if he’s the type of guy that wears cologne all the time or if it’s just for tonight, but it’s masculine and warm.
“Do things like what?” he asks, and it takes my brain a moment to catch up to our conversation.
“Um, well, I don’t really get dressed up or go out with… people,” I say, flushing. “And I definitely don’t dance.”
He frowns, tilts his head. “Why not?”
I scoff. “I’m too much of a klutz for that. Plus, it’s not my thing.”
“Oh, c’mon,” he teases, giving my shoulder a gentle squeeze. I jump at the skin-on-skin contact. “How do you know it’s not your thing if you don’t try?”
“The klutz thing kind of answers that for me,” I respond. “Unless you want to see me flail all over the place.”
“You won’t flail all over the place.”
“You just want to point and laugh at me,” I tease, crossing my arms in a put-on huff. “And here I thought we were friends.”
He gives me a long look, his teeth digging into his lip. I wait for what he might say next, watching his mouth for his next joke. No other reason.
“I won’t laughing at you, Bella,” he says, his voice that same quiet, low tone, somehow perfectly audible despite the thumping of the music. “I promise.”
I don’t know what to say next, suddenly sharply focused on Jake’s hand, his cupping my shoulder, and his dark brown eyes and his cologne. Lost as I am, I’m aware that I don’t know what to make of this feeling at all. I’m never in situations like this with a boy. Every “date” I’ve been on has been slapped together for me, but this is the only time I’ve been relaxed enough to not look for a way out. Maybe it’s Jake’s natural affability, or maybe it’s the fact that I just know him, but my level of comfort makes me feel as if I’m about to shiver out of my seat. I hope I’m not actually shaking as much as I feel like I am.
Jake seems more alert than I am currently. His chin lifts and his eyes pull away from mine.
“Oh, here’s a good song,” he says. That’s when I hear the change that’s taken place: a slower tempo, a softer melody. Couples on the dance floor hold each other close and begin to sway back and forth.
Jake stands, holds out a hand to me.
“Come on,” he says, then smiles widely. “I won’t take no for an answer.”
I give him a half-glare, one without any ire behind it — I’m sure if I pressed the issue enough, he would back off — but I grab his hand and let myself be led away from my safe little corner.
In a choice that feels only slight purposeful, Jake stops near Mike and Jess, who are spinning in a tight, absent circle not looking at each other, then turns to face me. He places one hand on my waist while the other brushes my hair back over my shoulders, away from my face. It’s a move I don’t expect, my face flooding with heat.
When his other hand finds my waist, I place my hands on his shoulders and we begin to dance.
After a moment, he says, “See? No flailing.”
“We’re barely doing anything.”
“Were you expecting a waltz?”
“Maybe.”
He huffs a laugh, rolls his eyes. Then, in another move I don’t expect, he pulls me closer to him. I look up into his face, so kind and familiar. I feel the way his chest moves as he breathes, a inch of two away from mine. I don’t know how long this song has been playing or how many minutes are left in it, but time feels a little irrelevant all the sudden.
Jake opens his mouth with a quick breath, then closes it. I hum, give him a questioning look, but he shakes his head.
“What?” I ask, brows furrowed. I’ve never known him to second-guess something he wanted to say, at least to me.
He holds my gaze for a moment, grinning shyly.
“You look so beautiful tonight,” he says. Soft. Low.
The smile that grows on my face is hundred-watt, but I can’t help it.
“Thank you.”
“Of course.”
Perfect.
#twilight fanfiction#twilight fanfic#twilight renaissance#twilight saga#bella swan x jacob black#jacob black x bella swan#bella swan#jacob black#mine*
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