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hazza-bear-care · 1 year

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Talk Dirty to Me

I really need to stay off nsfw twitter lol

Reader loves when guys are vocal in bed. Eddie loves to deliver.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Use of Y/N, swearing, SMUT, dirty talk, piv, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, fingering, pet names (princess, sweetheart, baby, pretty girl), Let me know if i missed anything!

A/N: OOOOH THIS MADE ME FERAL!!!!!! BUCKLE UP BOYS, THIS IS A LONG ONE!

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"Please come see the show, Y/N. We have new music to try out and we need our little groupie to be there while we rock the house!" Eddie begged his best friend with his signature brown puppy dog eyes, the rest of Corroded Coffin following suit.

"First of all, Munson, I'm not 'your little groupie', I'm your best friend. Second, I have a date tonight, as I've told you three times now in the last 30 minutes. I'd be missing one show. One. Cut me some slack!" Y/N replied from her place on the couch, flipping her hair over her shoulder and displaying her Hellfire shirt from the previous night's session.

"Okay, okay. Go on your date at the Hideout! Two birds, one stone and all that jazz." Eddie offered, causing Y/N to roll her eyes.

"How about this; I go on my date tonight, then I'll stop by. You guys don't go on until midnight anyway." At her counteroffer, Eddie scoffed.

"It's better than her not showing up at all, Eddie." Gareth replied.

"Take it, or leave it, Munson." Y/N bit back with a smile.

The smell of stale beer and tobacco wafted around Y/N as she entered the Hideout, her date long over. She was still dressed to the nines, but her hair and makeup were messy due to the less than satisfactory tryst she had before deciding to catch Eddie's show. She made her way backstage, flashing the security guard her tits and a blinding smile in order to pass. With the green room of Corroded Coffin located, she knocked on the door and took a deep breath.

"Hey, what are you doing here? I thought you had a date," Gareth said, stepping to the side and letting Y/N come into the room.

"He was a dud. Literally the quietest guy I've ever met." Y/N flopped on the couch across from the vanity where Eddie was putting the finishing touches on his look. The pair made eye contact through the glass, Eddie throwing his eyeliner pencil onto the desk with a sigh.

"If he was such a dud, why do you have 'I just had sex' hair? Why is your lipstick smeared down to your neck?" Eddie asked, pinning Y/N to her seat with a dark look.

"He was... quiet. Not during the date, just in bed." Y/N explained meekly. Eddie's face softened slightly, but not enough to give Y/N the comfort she needed.

"So let me get this straight; you went on a date with some guy who talked to you all night long, then made no noise when you fucked? Did he even enjoy it?" Eddie asked with an accusing tone.

"I don't know...." Y/N answered quietly, but honestly. Eddie nodded and without another word, he turned to finish getting ready.

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Y/N found a comfy spot by the bar with an amazing view of the stage, preparing for Corroded Coffin's set. The crowd was rowdy, but it was packed for a Saturday night with mediocre music. The band was announced and Y/N howled in support of her friends as they took their places on stage.

Eddie looked delicious, his red and black guitar slung low on his waist, hair pulled back with a rolled-up bandana tied around his forehead. He was wearing his denim Dio vest without a shirt and black leather pants so tight, Y/N could almost see his bulge from where she was sitting. Eddie introduced himself and his friends as the notorious Corroded Coffin, stepping back and shredding Master of Puppets as their first song.

The crowd went wild with every song that flew out of the speakers at the Hideout, but their encore is what made Y/N freeze in her seat.

It was a song she didn't recognize, but the way Eddie gyrated to the beat captured her gaze. His hips moved in time to the beat, his guitar swung behind his back as he belted out the lyrics into the microphone. His husky voice echoed around her, the rest of the crowd melting away when Eddie made eye contact with Y/N.

With a smirk on his face, Eddie pulled the mic back on stage and moaned into it, kneeling on the ground and straddling the mic stand underneath him. He stole another look at his best friend, still frozen in her seat, before leaning back into the microphone.

"Who's quiet now, little girl?"

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The ride back to the trailer park was silent. Eddie had dropped off everyone else in the band at their houses, leaving Y/N and Eddie alone in the van with nothing but their sexual tension to keep them company.

"So, how'd you like the show?" Eddie asked, finally breaking the silence that had engulfed them after Gareth had exited the vehicle.

"It was awesome, Eds! The music was great, I loved your new music."

"Yeah? What about that last song, little girl?" Eddie teased, a wolfish grin decorating his face.

Y/N blushed so hard she was positive Eddie could have seen it in the darkness of his van.

"Um, it was good, great even. I just wasn't expecting it to be so..." Y/N trailed off, playing with her fingers as they laid in her lap.

"So what, Y/N?" Eddie asked, slowing to a halt in front of his trailer. He looked at Y/N who was quiet in the passenger seat, fingers still twisting together.

"Don't make me say it, Eddie." Y/N begged, feeling flustered as she felt Eddie's hard stare trail over her body.

"You thought it was sexy, didn't you?" Eddie teased, a smile on his face as Y/N buried hers in her hands.

"Yes! God, Eddie it was so hot!" Y/N caved, causing Eddie to cheer in victory. Eddie hopped out of the car, running around the front to open Y/N's door and help her out. The pair walked together to Eddie's front door, the sexual tension still sizzling in the air between them.

Once they were inside, Eddie made his way to his room, grabbing clothes for himself and Y/N to change into.

"Wanna shower with me?" Eddie asked as he made his way back to the front of the trailer, stifling his laughter at Y/N's frozen form still waiting by the door.

Slowly trailing her eyes up his body, Y/N nodded once she reached Eddie's face, answering his question as she took a step towards him.

Eddie led Y/N into the bathroom, turning on the water in the shower and waiting for it to warm up. Turning back to Y/N, he shuffled over to her, closing the space between them as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Are you okay?" Eddie whispered as he felt Y/N tense under his touch.

"I'm good. Water's getting cold." Y/N whispered.

"Fuck this." Eddie muttered, pressing his lips against Y/N's, pushing her against the bathroom door with a slam. Y/N moaned into Eddie's mouth, her heart pounding with excitement.

Eddie pulled away from Y/N, panting. There was a glimmer of something in his eyes, pupils blown wide with lust.

"Tell me what you want, pretty girl. I promise I'll give it to you." Eddie whispered, scattering kisses over Y/N's face as he spoke.

"I want you, Eddie. Just you." Eddie smiled widely, diving down to Y/N's neck and sucking a deep purple bruise right on her pulse. As he nuzzled into her neck, Eddie's hands travelled under her shirt, caressing the soft skin of her stomach as he pulled away to remove the article of clothing before reattaching himself to her neck. Y/N sighed softly at the feeling of Eddie's lips on her skin, reveling in the fact that her deepest desire was finally coming true.

Eddie moved lower, kissing down her chest as his hands snaked around her back and unhooked her bra, the black lace falling to her feet as Eddie cupped one and placed his mouth on the other, sucking yet another hickey there as he flicked her nipple. Y/N's moan practically shook the door she was pressed against as she wrapped her fingers in Eddie's dark curls.

Once again, Eddie pulled away from Y/N, the girl whimpering under him. He smiled again, pressing a soft kiss to her lips again as he turned to turn off the shower.

"Shower will be there, sweetheart. Let's go to my room." Eddie explained as he caught the confused look on Y/N's face, grabbing her hand and leading her to his room at the back of the trailer. Eddie's room was a mess, in his true fashion, but Y/N didn't care. She adored Eddie and all his faults, including his messy nature.

As Eddie closed the door to his room, Y/N's shy gaze landed on the bed in the center of the wall. She had been in his room, in his bed, on so many other occasions, but this time was different... and she was nervous. As if he could sense her nerves, Eddie approached Y/N, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her neck once again.

"Everything okay?" Eddie murmured, brushing some hair away from her shoulder and pressing another kiss there.

"Everything is perfect, Eds. Kiss me, please." Y/N begged. Eddie turned her around so fast that she was dizzy, a passionate kiss amplifying the feeling. Eddie pushed Y/N until the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed, the girl sitting down so fast Eddie had to slouch to keep their lips attached. As they made out, Y/N's hands fiddled with Eddie's belt, but he stopped her.

"No, sweetheart. Tonight, is about you." Eddie declared, kissing away the pout that formed at his rejection. Kissing her once again, Eddie nudged Y/N's shoulder to get her to lay back. He kissed down her front again, stopping to play with her breasts once more, reveling in the moan she released. He dropped one breast with a pop before continuing further south, pressing kisses on every inch of skin he could get his hands on until he reached her tight leather pants. He glanced up at her briefly, catching the quick nod she gave him before he snapped open the button and tugged the pants off her legs.

Eddie groaned at the sight of matching black lace panties, burying his face into the fabric and taking a deep breath, relishing in the scent of her arousal.

"You wear these for him, princess? Pretty slut for some jack-off who doesn't know how to treat a woman when he has one?" Eddie felt jealousy surge through him as he literally ripped the panties off, diving into her pussy with such ferocity that Y/N pulled on his curls hard. She moaned loudly at the feeling of his mouth on her, shaking when his tongue hit just the right spot.

"Fuck, Eddie, feels so good!" Y/N screamed, tugging on his curls once again. Eddie moaned against her clit as he slid a finger between her folds, thrusting it inside her in one quick motion. Y/N shuddered again as the feeling overwhelmed her. Eddie added another finger and sealed his lips around her clit, sucking hard on the little bud. He curled his fingers and brushed against her g-spot, smirking at the obscene sound that came out of her throat. Eddie's fingers worked hard and fast against her, coaxing her toward the edge of orgasm. She clenched around him, her moans becoming louder and more desperate as she wriggled under him.

"Princess, you feel so good. You're close, huh? Don't hold back, sweetheart, let me feel it." Eddie finished his sentence, wrapping his lips around her clit again, pulling her orgasm from her in record time. She released with a scream of his name, a gush of arousal flowing into Eddie's mouth as he worked her through her peak. She pushed him away, overstimulated and spent.

"God, Eddie." She whined as he pulled away from her pussy, slithering up to kiss her once more. They both moaned at the contact, the smell of sex circling around them.

"We're not done yet, pretty girl. I want you to cum around my cock, screaming my name so loud that the entire park can hear who's making you feel so good." Y/N whimpered as Eddie pulled away to undress. He wasted no time, stripping so quickly that he practically gave Y/N whiplash. He slammed his mouth on hers again, climbing on top of her and running his dick through her folds, using her arousal as lubricant before positioning his tip at her entrance.

In one thrust, he was buried to the hilt, the pair breaking the kiss and moaning in unison. Eddie started moving slowly, teasing the girl underneath him.

"Oh, God you feel so good, honey. So wet for me, so perfect." Eddie grunted, thrusting hard and smirking at the responsive moan he got out of her.

"Fuck, Eddie! Harder, please," Y/N sobbed, desperately clawing at Eddie's back.

"Oh, yeah? You want me to go harder, huh? You like it rough, sweetheart?" Eddie taunted as he picked up his pace, the head of his cock penetrating deep enough to hit her g-spot as he thrust furiously. Y/N whined, digging her nails into Eddie's shoulders as she met his thrusts with perfect timing. The more he talked, the wetter she became, and he was blissfully and painfully aware of that fact.

"Eddie, Eddie, fuck! Oh, my God you feel so good," She keened through gritted teeth, throwing her head back in pleasure as he speared the right spot again.

Eddie pressed up against her chest and leaned down and pressed his lips against her ear.

"Oh fuck, baby. You like when I talk, don't you? Yeah, I can feel it. So wet and tight and perfect for me, aren't you?" Eddie growled, sucking another hickey onto her neck as she clenched around his dick, moaning in pleasure as she tangled her fingers in his messy curls.

"Yes, fuck, I love when you talk dirty to me, Eddie. Fuck, fuck, fuck! I'm so close." Y/N wailed, her second orgasm bubbling beneath the surface of her skin.

"I can feel it, honey. Give it to me, sweetheart. It's gonna feel so good. Come for me, Y/N." With a scream and a perfectly timed thrust from Eddie, Y/N's orgasm took over, a flash of white blinding her due to the intensity. The feeling of her pussy gripping his cock drove Eddie to the edge, his orgasm slamming into him abruptly. He buried himself deeper as his warm cum filled her to the brim.

Eddie kissed Y/N once more as he pulled out of her, both of them whining at the loss of contact.

"That was.... amazing, Eddie." Y/N sighed, cuddling into Eddie's side and pressing a kiss to his chest.

"Yeah it was. I don't even care that it was sloppy seconds," Eddie teased, barking out a loud laugh as Y/N smacked his chest, dramatically scooting away from him. "Nuh uh, sweetheart. You're mine now." He dragged her back into bed, kissing her hair as she made herself comfortable again.

"Oh yeah? Well, I think I can get used to being yours, Munson. Just keep talking like that and you'll get whatever you want."

"I'm gonna hold you to that, sweetheart." Eddie replied with a smile, kissing his dream girl once again to seal the deal.

#eddie x fem!reader #stranger things imagine #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #stranger things smut

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iciousill · 1 year

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Hayashi Yuu Interview

Original article: Yahoo!

Over 70 million copies of Tokyo Revengers (manga) have sold so far, and the 2nd season of its anime version is currently airing in Japan.

An unofficial translation of Shuukan The Television's interview with Hayashi Yuu, the voice actor for Sano Manjirou (Mikey). Note that since the interview concerns the upcoming Tokyo Revengers: Seiya Kessen-hen, this may contain some spoilers for the storyline up until then.

── Here we have Mikey's voice actor dressed in tokkoufuku (long biker gang jacket, in this case the Toman uniform) for this special collaboration with Shuukan The Television. As this interview's held prior to the airing of the new season, how are you feeling about it?

The release of Seiya Kessen-hen is just around the corner, and I'm filling up with various emotions. Gratefulness, for instance of the rapidly increasing popularity of the series, which also means more opportunities for me to appear in photoshoots and events. I also feel like I'm very used to wearing this long jacket. Putting the jacket on and naturally feeling myself brace up, that too.

── Like the feeling of taking up Mikey's aura when putting it on?

Yeah. Personally being viewed like I'm one of the gang isn't that bad (laugh), but on top of carrying him as his voice, I also get the feeling of eagerly wanting to respond to requests! Then again one of the common requests I get asked for is Mikey's high kick, and unfortunately my legs can't go any higher than about half the angle of his (laugh).

── Mikey's physical ability is just too great, right?

Right! While Mikey can lift his legs pretty much vertically, in my case I've got to start with some stretching exercises first, otherwise I can't do it (laugh). And when Mikey does it, there's the pose with his jacket fluttering from his shoulders. The other characters' jackets are short, while he as the leader is the only one with a longer jacket so you can see how imposing he looks from his silhouette. Getting to indulge in this feeling of superiority kind of feels like a perk (laugh).

── Talking about the feeling of specialness, maybe that could be the reason for Mikey's popularity.

I've seen Twitter accounts with Mikey as their profile icons, and I've had people become my fans ever since the anime started. Even though the series' themes involve biker gangs that disturb the public order, I've actually seen primary school-aged kids watch it too.

Even friends from my hometown that I haven't interacted with in a long time approached me with, 'Hey, I watched Tokyo Revengers! All the best!' I've been getting that kind of messages more often, leading to further interactions that I'm very thankful for!

── You can feel the impact of the anime series' influence on your surrounding too, right?

I'm sure that 2023 too will be a year of more Tokyo Revengers. On top of this interview, there's also the ongoing stamp rally, and the upcoming real escape game 'Tokyo Manjikai Daikousou kara no Dasshutsu' in January. Not only events, we can also see the coactive spread of Tokyo Revengers-related visuals filling up the streets due to the new Seiya Kessen-hen series.

── Even those who weren't aware of the existence of Tokyo Revengers can now get to know about it.

Right. I think it brings in those who have been following the manga, those who learnt of the series from the anime, and among them those who got interested from participating in the events. There are various avenues that you can 'pick up' the series from, which seem to have factored into how influential it has become.

── Mikey is 'charismatic', 'cool', 'kiddy', a character with multifaceted appealing points. Even through this interview I can see the hard work put into it as a voice actor, so conversely is there any trait that is consistent?

Actually not really (laugh). Since the traits keep flip flopping after all, we can instead consider the possibility that maybe it's the inconsistency that is consistent. Breaking Mikey's character down in my own way, even if there's no answer that I can give from it, I guess all I can do is to sincerely try to face the character.

The part that I'm most frustrated about is probably the same as what's frustrating for both the director and sound director too. But rather than settling myself in my own ways, I think I should work with everyone to figure out the optimal solution together, where possible.

── From your view, what do you think of the atmosphere of the recording sessions? It's been said to be pretty full of encouragement, according to Shin Yuuki who voiced Hanagaki Takemichi and Karino Sho who voiced Matsuno Chifuyu.

Shin-kun got praised so much anyway! (laugh) He was perfect, it's as if Takemichi really existed there and then rather than as a performance. I should be stricter on him as my junior from the same agency so he doesn't become too smug! ...well, I'm actually still pretty lenient on him (laugh). From time to time I would tell him, 'Don't get carried away!' but I guess it's just my personal frustration (laugh).

── You still feel frustrations in your career?

It's not only towards Shin-kun. No matter if they're a senior or a junior, if there's an actor performing brilliantly around me I respect them, but at the same time it bugs me out a bit! At least in my case, my feelings are on the lines of, 'Though our roles differ, I should also produce this level of quality!' That kind of competitive feeling in me habitually pops up.

── It seems that you as Mikey also get plenty of praises from fellow staff and actors.

Well, better not praise me too much (laugh). Ah, but in the sound director Iida Satoki's interview, he seemed to have said that I've 'got the grasp of being Mikey so (he) could trust that there'll be no problem with the performance plans' (laugh). I was truly happy about that.

I did feel a bit hesitant up until the Bloody Halloween segment even as I was standing on the recording spot, but if it's as Iida said in his interview, I think my performance didn't fail expectations so I'm happy. That's why I seriously read fellow staff's interviews (laugh).

To be frank, until the role was firmly set there had been a lot of concerning parts, so I'm really thankful to the various staff members for letting us retake the scenes. There were moments where I felt like 'there's no point to keep retaking this', but fault-finding isn't going to fix things without action. At the risk of sounding like a priestly proverbial, 'it's a blessing to be able to receive critiques'. I hope that the newer generations that tend to shy away from critiques will also feel this way!

── The ending of Bloody Halloween had been a sensational topic. With Seiya Kessen-hen as its continuation, we want to know about Mikey's actions too.

About Mikey, let's start with the part where Baji died. His mental state became fragile right... through his relations with fellow members surrounding him, I wonder how is this going to go.

── The loss of Baji, it had a really great impact on Mikey.

Yes. In the atmosphere during the recording session too. While it usually would be chill, on that day there was instead a distinctly tense atmosphere. From when Baji got done in, to Mikey's sudden change, the scene where he lost control left a strong impression on me as a voice actor.

Though I have had 34 years of experience in the acting world, it was recently that I started to realise, it's like I entered an enigmatic mode of heightened concentration towards my performance. It's probably something like an athlete's 'zone' of focus.

I was able to hear the voices around me, but the words that were spoken eluded me in my brink of focus as I linked to the character. It's like I got into some kind of monomania. The scene where Mikey went out of control basically went like that.

── As you got into the 'zone', was it like a so-called one-shot, a smooth take without needing any retakes?

Above handling it in Japanese, expressing that kind of state should have been difficult, but it might've been because I was honing my concentration in the task, it was indeed just a single take at one go! Man, having mentioned it up until this point, it would've been awkward if I didn't remember it (laugh).

My performance as Mikey has boosted me, which for me is like the culmination of my acting life. Having joined Gekidan Himawari when I was 5 years old, I developed the 'bratty act' from being casted as kid characters, and with the recent opportunities I've had to act as characters that exhibit leadership qualities, both sides are contained in the characteristics of Mikey. It was by fully drawing out these parts in me that I could tackle this challenge. I think I am a really blessed person for being able to be in that situation.

── In the recording sessions of Tokyo Revengers, was there any actor with interesting approaches to their character portrayal?

It felt like many of the actors were synchronised with their characters. For example, Karino's friendliness and cuteness was entirely like Chifuyu. On the service-oriented spirit, you can also get a glimpse of the reliable Chifuyu-like aspect of him during events.

Shin-kun too, though his acting was good he still seemed modestly-mannered like Takemichi (laugh). But like Takemichi, I think that there is an unseen side of him too. It's a good aspect!

On the other hand, there were also those with personality gaps from their characters. Talking about Seiya Kessen-hen, Sugita Tomokazu's Shiba Taiju is remarkable. Taiju's unnerving vibe was truly amplified in Sugita's performance. It wasn't just simple violence, but you can feel that it was in the realm of maniacal violence, and with that I was personally in awe of Sugita.

── We're all anticipating Taiju's part in Seiya Kessen-hen.

Also, in my opinion Mitsuya is worth keeping an eye on. When you watch Seiya Kessen-hen, I think you'll definitely fall for Mitsuya! First of all, he's part of a biker gang with an overwhelmingly terrifying emblem, but then he's also the captain of his school's handicraft club too. Not only the captain thing, there is also a scene where he can be seen getting told off by a junior, like he's completely blended in with regular school life... it's like he has moments of being off-guard, so to speak (laugh). In Seiya Kessen-hen, there will be scenes where Mitsuya's humanity shines, and it's really admirable!

── I can already feel the love for Mitsuya from your dedicated speech (laugh).

'It's better not to be a person who's too perfect,' might be a saying, but from a male gaze the too-perfect Mitsuya just seems so admirable! And he's voiced by Matsuoka (Yoshitsugu) right? I've been able to act alongside Matsuoka-kun in various scenes, and his acting's just so outstandingly and consistently good it's frustrating. The range of his acting roles is extremely wide, as such he just seems perfect! (laugh)

Also not to forget, the protagonist Takemichi's pretty cool too. The other characters appear extraordinarily cool, but you'll see that Takemichi too will have his rising share of coolness in Seiya Kessen-hen. Even though he's not really strong, his earnestness in risking his own life is so cool. I've unintentionally pent up these feelings for so long as there had been so many evocative moments... Well, but if you ask me which character's my foremost favourite, it's definitely Mitsuya though (laugh).

--- What do you think of Mikey?

Mikey is someone I definitely don't want to get involved with! (laugh) Of course, I get that he has his charismatic appeal, 'but is it really good to mingle with this kind of guy?' is also a thought that has crossed my mind-- someone who can in a blink of an eye leap from his friends' side to take down enemies in an intense brawl.

He's someone who at first glance seems to be unassuming, but that he hides extremely sharp fangs underneath is an appealing part of him I suppose. And the gap in character between him 'switching on and off' is probably a factor in his charisma.

Objectively looking at the character, he's really a messed up dude though (laugh). I don't know why but I just see it that way.

── That's just the thing. It seems to line up with the dangerous appeal of being in a former biker gang.

If I'm just looking at him I get it, but there's still the feel of not wanting to hang out with him (laugh). Biker gangs used to be common around me long ago, so the 'yankee' genre of manga felt familiar for me. The era has significantly changed, you don't really see much of those kind of people these days.

The interesting aspect of Tokyo Revengers is that using the theme of 'timeslipping' it's possible to weave between eras to naturally bring back and rekindle a point in yankee culture. The amalgamation of these two themes is really a creative genius of Wakui-sensei, but how is Takemichi returning to the past going to change the future? It's this point that's simply fascinating!

On top of that, in returning to the past, the awesome aspects of each character are depicted altogether as the epitome of fervent friendship, so it's really tear-inducing. It's a really moving series, so I'm really delighted that one person could make such a series that really connects with many people.

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If there are mistakes or better ways to phrase certain parts you can reach out and message me if you'd like to.

(RIP I'm sorry Takemichi I kept misreading your name as martial arts)

#seiyuu #hayashi yuu #tokyo revengers #sano manjiro #seiyuu interview #translation

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cosmic-coyote7 · 3 years

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Speed write from suggestions via Twitter

[ Lukanette - Camp Rock AU ]

(Kinda camp rock but sorta touched the second movie more. Oh well. ^^)

~☆~♡~☆~

The sun rose above the cabins that formed a circle around a vast (and currently extinguished) firepit. The cabins were worn with their peeling paint and screen windows with holes in them, but many memories were contained in these structures. Countless lyrics had been written, hundreds of songs performed, and scores of various instruments had been housed here with their talented owners.

A sign at the entrance to the driveway declared this isolated place Camp Rock.

Legends had lived here and learned to find their voices and their talents. Being able to go here was a major opportunity and many worked hard for the chance to perform here.

One such performer was Luka Couffaine. Sixteen years-old and having been playing guitar since he was five, he lived and breathed music.

He hooked up his electric guitar into its amplifier as his fellow bandmate, Ivan, got behind his drums. His sister and bassist, Juleka, copied him in hooking up her instrument that was like another part of her body.

Ivan counted them down as Luke tested his microphone then ran his fingers over the strings, his electric blue guitar pick gleaming in the early morning sun.

They began practicing, their sound projecting out over the campsite and beyond over the water.

Various campers began waking up and groggily making their way outside. Some people were jamming out with the band and dancing along to the sound, but most just looked annoyed at being woken up by loud rock music.

One of the few who looked grumpy was Marinette Dupain-Cheng. She had once admired Luka, but she knew now he was a stuck up pretty boy who thought he was king of the camp because of his talent.

They were rivals.

Marinette preferred to sing and play piano. Luka could sing, too, but the guitar was his forte.

After the song was over, Luka jumped down from the stage and grinned broadly at Marinette, his dark and dyed hair already sweaty.

He looked pretty, she gave him that, but she still didn't like his attitude.

"How was that, Dupain-Cheng?" he asked smugly.

"It didn't put me back to sleep," Marinette offered. A few people snickered.

Luka chuckled and backed up, his smirk prominent. "You ready for the battle of the bands tonight, Dupain-Cheng?"

Marinette’s smile was challenging. "You bet. Kitty Section will be blown away by Miraculous."

"That's my girl!" Alya Cesaire, the drummer for her band, stood proudly at her friend's side.

Luka simply nodded then went back to join his own bandmates.

….

Later that afternoon, Marinette was hanging out with her own bandmates that made up her group, Miraculous.

Their bassist (and sometimes pianist), Adrien Agreste, watched as she paced around and continuously fidgeted with her hair. "You okay, Mari?" he asked, concern in his bright green eyes.

Marinette scowled as she crossed her arms. "That Luka Couffaine thinks he's so cool and amazing," she huffed.

"I mean…" Alya turned her laptop around to show Marinette Kitty Section's Instagram and website. "They have over ten thousand followers."

"Half of them are simps for Luka," Adrien said dryly.

"He is pretty," Alya said fairly. "Talent and looks can get you ahead of the game."

Marinette rolled her eyes, not wanting to be reminded of Luka's sparkling eyes or his bright smile…

Anyway.

"We need to blow them out of the water at the battle of the bands," she said with determination.

"Well, we're supposed to do covers tonight," Alya said. "Why don't we just focus on the topic we were given?"

"What was it again?"

"Julie and the Phantoms," Adrien answered, his eyes twinkling. "We've been practicing 'Finally Free', remember?"

Marinette groaned and flopped down, resting her head in Alya's lap. "I'm so nervous. We need to be perfect tonight."

"I mean we'll be steller," Alya insisted, smiling as she patted Marinette’s head. "But we should just have fun," she continued as she gave Marinette her water bottle and the other sat up to drink. "You should just end this rivalry with Luka and kiss already."

Marinette choked and spat out her water as the fluid got down her windpipe and back up her nose as she coughed.

Adrien snickered, and Marinette threw a shoe at him in retaliation.

"I do not wanna kiss Luka!" Marinette snapped, her cheeks flaming red like she had a sunburn.

"Mhm," Adrien and Alya said at the same time with twin tones of disbelief.

"I hate you both," Marinette grumbled as she grabbed her keyboard to continue practice.

….

Luka chuckled as Juleka and her girlfriend, Rose, worked on adding sparkly designs to the instruments and jacket sleeves to look extra vibrant for battle of the bands.

"I'm so excited!" Rose gushed as she fiddled with Juleka’s jacket sleeve. She normally was their lead singer, but a cold had put her on vocal rest. She was already a chatterbox, so the best they could do was restrict her singing. "You guys are going to do an amazing 'Now or Never' cover!"

"Thanks, Rose," Ivan said as he tapped on his drums and adjusted their equipment. His smile was sweet.

"Miraculous is going to be a difficult rival," Juleka murmured in her usual soft tone.

Luka sighed. "We can handle them." His guitar strumming became a tad more aggressive. "The audience won't be able to take their eyes off of us."

He took a pull from his water bottle, trying not to let the hostility take over and affect his playing.

Rose smiled brightly as she dropped on the log Luka and Juleka were lounging on. They liked this spot on the shore of the lake. It was quiet over here. Peaceful.

"Yeah, but we know you won't be able to take your eyes off Marinette, Luka."

Luka inhaled some water down the wrong pipe and choked for a minute as Ivan helpfully pounded him on the back. Knowing that was going to bruise his spine tomorrow, he scowled at Rose.

"You know it's true," Rose said with an upturned nose as she resumed her work with glitter.

Luka harrumphed as he grabbed his guitar and began to play more forcefully. "Come on. We have to practice."

….

"Welcome, rockers!" The head counselor, Clara Nightingale, beamed at the sea of campers that had gathered around the stage, eager faces upturned to gaze at the performers for tonight.

"Is everyone having a good time?" Clara called. The campers cheered, their voices projecting out over the lake, sounding like a crowd at a real concert.

Marinette was pacing up and down. She and her bandmates were huddled in a tented area to have privacy for changing and warming up.

"Mari, will you chill? We got this." His smile was warm and encouraging, but Marinette still felt the jitters of stage fright. She, who burst into song practically everywhere she went, was nervous. It was a weird feeling.

Alya smiled as she finished her make up and put an arm around Marinette. "Don't worry about the competition part. Just rock their socks off, girl!"

Marinette smiled at her two best friends then joined them in a group hug. "You guys are the best."

….

Kitty Section was playing their best. That was obvious to everyone. Luka was shredding the notes and letting the entire camp hear just what his guitar was capable of.

Juleka’s deep bass added a mystical melody to the higher electric cords.

Ivan's drums boomed like thunder amongst the string instruments, their rendering of the opening song for Julie and the Phantoms was causing the audience to scream and jump around.

"We ain't searching for tomorrow..."

Ivan's deeper voice could be heard even over the wailing instruments.

"Tomorrow," Juleka echoed him, her voice hypnotic. After she came out of her shell, she had found her singing voice.

"Because we've got all we need today,"

"Today," Juleka choruses.

Luka grinned at his sister then got up to his mic.

"Living on a feeling that's been running through our veins"

Juleka stepped up to her microphone and belted out,

"We're the revolution that's been singing in the rain!"

She flipped her hair back as she held the last note, and the crowd went nuts.

They clapped along with the audience singing the chorus then rounded off the song. They took a bow and smiled hugely at their fellow campers.

Marinette, who was standing off to the side of the stage, couldn't help but be entranced by Luka and how alive he looked up on stage. He was amazing…

….

Her jitters were gone. Her fears a mere memory.

Marinette had never felt so free than when she was performing on stage with her bandmates.

Adrien and Alya added their backing vocals as she sang 'Finally Free' with all the energy she could muster.

"We're all bright now

What a sight now

Coming out like we're fireworks,"

Marinette giggled as Adrien jumped around and stamped his feet. He was a goofball, and she knew he found his happiness in music to escape his life at home.

"Marching on proud

Turn it up loud

Cause now we know what we're worth"

Alya beat on her drums and smiled wickedly as she sang and added her lower voice to the melody.

Adrien joined Marinette in a duet, and he winked at her as she drew out the end of the verse and they jumped into the chorus.

Marinette danced over to Adrien and offered her mic. He grinned and sang back and forth with her.

"I've got a spark in me"

(I've got a spark in me)

"And you're a part of me"

(And you're a part of me)

"Now till eternity"

(Now till eternity)

"Been long and now we're finally free"

….

Little did Marinette know that as she danced away to jam out beside Alya's drums that a pair of light blue eyes was watching from the crowd, and they burned with jealousy.

….

Marinette finished the song, drawing out the note perfectly then grinning as she took a bow.

Adrien and Alya jumped up as the campers screamed even louder and applauded them.

Once she was off the stage and Clara had taken over again, Marinette paused as she saw a familiar figure standing beside the bonfire.

Luka was watching her with an odd expression: determination mixed with irritation and maybe… some admiration?

"Hey," Marinette greeted him. She smiled slightly, deciding maybe she had been a little petty. Seeing Luka so vibrant on the stage had softened her armor. "You and your band were spectacular. "

Luka blinked as if he wasn't sure how to react. He lost a lot of the irritation to be replaced by shock. "Uh… thanks," he said nimbly.

She smiled, and he responded to it with his own.

"You looked radiant up there."

Marinette’s cheeks felt hot again. She smiled shyly and said, "Thanks, Luka."

He looked at her, really looked at her. Weeks of being rivals and giving one another a hard time all seemed like a childish waste of time.

The way her eyes shimmered in the firelight did funny things to his heart.

Marinette walked up to him and leaned up, intending to kiss his cheek and consider them friendly rivals from that point on, but two friends who happened to be watching made their move.

Rose bumped into Luka and sent him right into Marinette while Adrien braced behind her long enough to avoid them hitting the ground. He slunk away as the pair stared into one another's eyes for a long moment.

Then they leaned in for a gentle but emotional kiss. They leaned back at the same time to touch foreheads, their smiles as radiant as the rearing fire behind them.

Clara was announcing the winner behind them, but it didn't matter. In Luka's and Marinette’s eyes, they both had won.

#miraculous fanfic #miraculous ladybug #miraculous au #lukanette #camp rock au #speedwrite

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hartigays · 4 years

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ooh if you’re still doing the fluff/angst prompts could you do 14 + harringrove? I love your writing and you could do something amazing with this 🖤

14. “Get your hands off of me!”

“harrington, what the hell are you doing?”

steve doesn’t answer, not bothering to look up. he’s focused intently on the row of dominos that he’s carefully setting up, his tongue poking out and his brow furrowed in concentration.

“voilà!” steve shouts, finally getting the last domino in place. he claps his hands and rubs them together in anticipation.

billy arches a brow, giving steve a bored look. but steve doesn’t pay him any mind, just tiptoes carefully over the dominos weaving around the living room of their apartment, kneeling down and counting backwards from three before setting them in motion.

it takes all of thirty seconds for the carefully constructed line to fall, but steve still looks at billy with a goofy smile, his eyebrows raised in question. as if to silently ask pretty cool, huh?

“oh, come on,” steve huffs at the unimpressed look billy levels him with. “that was at least kind of cool, admit it.”

“you spent three hours setting that up,” billy points out. “instead of taking out the trash. like i asked you to do earlier. three hours earlier, to be exact.”

it’s steve’s turn to roll his eyes. he spins on his heel and flops backward onto the couch. “whatever. time is arbitrary in quarantine.”

“don’t whatever me,” billy says with a sniff, examining his cuticles. “just clean it up before bed. i don’t want to come out here for water in the middle of the night and break my ass slipping on a fuckin’ domino.”

“fine, mom.” steve tosses a tennis ball in the air as he speaks, making faces at the ceiling like a child. “whatever you say.”

billy moves to lean over steve on the couch, flicking him on the forehead while flashing a toothy grin. “damn right.”

it’s been three weeks since the governor issued an official stay-at-home order. three weeks of binging netflix, playing video games, and scrolling through the same few social media apps over and over.

steve had grown antsy and stir-crazy by the end of week one, needing to find some new activity or another to occupy his mind and body to keep from going nuts.

billy, on the other hand, has kept himself busy with a stack of books about a mile high, and his at-home workout routines. steve’s also been eating better, given the amount of cooking billy’s been doing now that he’s home full time.

while steve bounces from one activity to another, restless and understimulated, billy seems to be transitioning easily into their new way of life, as he tends to do with most things.

steve is only a little bitter.

“how are you not bored out of your mind?” steve gripes. he tosses the tennis ball onto the armchair adjacent to the couch, already tired of it.

billy had moved into the kitchen, and he looks up from the cookbook he’d been flipping through. “i dunno. ‘s not so bad. i can sleep in now, cook dinner more. i even learned how to make paella recently.”

“the fuck is paella?” steve snorts, sitting up on his elbows to stare at billy over the back of the couch.

“it’s going to be dinner tonight,” billy says easily, shrugging. “it’s good, trust me.”

steve just shrugs, flopping back down and closing his eyes. he doesn’t care what billy puts in front of him - the less he has to cook, the better. it’s just not in his wheelhouse.

besides, billy is a natural cook. there hasn’t been anything he’s made that steve’s been unimpressed with. so he leaves billy to do his thing, pulling out his phone and scrolling through twitter, half-listening to the familiar sound of billy puttering around the kitchen.

steve spends a few hours going between napping and mindlessly scrolling through his phone. by the time he pushes himself off the couch with a yawn and a stretch, it’s already getting dark outside. he shuffles into the kitchen, following the delicious smells coming from within.

billy’s still cooking away, his brow furrowed in concentration. he’s stirring something on the stove, poring over the recipe in the cookbook before him. he looks incredibly in his element, moving about with ease, seamlessly transitioning from one task to the next.

steve doesn’t think it’s weird that he could watch billy do this all day. it’s always nice to see someone doing something they’re passionate about with such dedication. and if there’s a secret part of him that has an innate appreciation for billy in an apron, well.

sue him.

it’s not like finding billy attractive is anything new to steve. it’s the 21st century, steve tends not to dwell on those kinds of things. he doesn’t, however, feel the need to clue billy in to those particularly appreciative thoughts about him in his cooking attire.

they’re stuck in isolation together for the foreseeable future. there’s no sense in stirring up trouble or discomfort - they’ve got enough going on already. steve’s not-so-G-rated thoughts about billy and his apron aren’t between anyone but him and god himself.

he just admires from afar, trying to not indulge too often in his racy thoughts about his roommate, who also happens to be his long-time best friend.

it’s no secret, however, that those thoughts had been easier to ignore before, when they spent a large part of their days apart. billy would be at work or in class and steve could always be found guiding himself through his own busy schedule.

as university students, they’d had pretty chaotic lives before the world came to a grinding halt. they were both generally busy with their own lives, and steve had enough going on that he didn’t often have time to dwell on how his thoughts were increasingly crossing the line between friendship and something more.

and just because they’re now together 24/7, with all the time in the world for steve to confront the reality of his little predicament, it doesn’t mean steve is worried. not at all. not even a little bit.

steve has this silly idea that maybe if he says it enough times, he’ll start to believe it.

“smells good in here,” steve comments. he leans up against the counter next to the stove, peering over billy to sneak a peek at what he’s working on.

billy pauses his stirring, scooping a small portion of what looks like rice onto his spoon and holding it up to steve’s lips. he lets billy pop the bite into his mouth, his eyes lighting up at the burst of flavor that spreads across his tongue. whatever it is, it’s delicious. steve licks his lips appreciatively.

“yum.”

billy just nods, looking pleased. “it’ll be ready in about ten minutes. hey, grab me a beer, will you?”

steve grabs two beers from the fridge, passing one off to billy and cracking the other one open for himself. he heads back into the living room, curling back up on the couch and scrolling through netflix.

by the time he manages to find a documentary that they haven’t seen before, billy’s walking into the living room, balancing two plates in his hands. his beer is stuffed in the crook of his elbow, and steve sits up to grab the plate from billy before he can spill beer all over the floor.

“what’d you pick out?” billy asks once they dig in, nodding at the television.

steve swallows a mouthful of food, giving a satisfied hum of approval. “some new nature documentary. i think it’s about whales or sharks or something like that.”

“sounds like a real fleshed-out choice,” billy snorts, but he doesn’t object to steve’s selection.

“hey, you’re the one who’s always complaining that we waste so much time scrolling through the same stuff every day,” steve points out. “i’m just saving us the trouble.”

billy just huffs out a laugh before taking a swig of his beer. “i never said not having to scroll for an hour was a bad thing.”

the lapse into silence as the show starts, watching with meager interest as the intro credits begin. it’s quiet until steve takes a particularly delicious bite of his food, practically moaning around his spoon.

“this is delicious, by the way,” steve says, glancing over at billy. “what’d you say this is called?”

billy’s giving him a strange look, one that has steve’s cheeks heating up and the tips of his ears turning pink.

“paella,” billy answers finally, clearing this throat and averting his eyes

steve stares at billy for a moment longer, opening his mouth to speak before realizing he doesn’t even know what he wants to say, letting it fall shut again.

there’s a weird tension hanging between them for the rest of the night. steve tries not to fixate on it, but it’s hard when he’d picked out the most boring documentary in the history of time itself.

billy doesn’t even meet his eyes when he says goodnight later, after they’ve watched a few episodes and cleaned up the kitchen. steve can’t help but wonder if maybe he said something wrong without realizing it, watching billy retreat to the safety of his bedroom.

steve tosses and turns for most of the night, plagued by incredibly weird and startlingly vivid dreams. dreams about monsters that lurk in the shadows and kids with superpowers and bad men in their secret labs. similar to the ones he had back in high school, back when his life was turned inside out and upside down. only these are brighter, more intense, somehow weirder than before.

there’s a gasp dying on steve’s lips when he bolts upright in bed, the image of a hyper-realistic demogorgon with a decaying human face that he’s uncomfortably sure was barb’s still burned into his mind. he’s covered in a thin sheen of sweat, his stomach churning. his mouth is unbelievably dry, his tongue sticking to the roof of it.

steve pushes his sweat-matted hair from his forehead, climbing out of bed and padding into the kitchen. he gulps down two glasses of water, trying to will away the trembling of his hands.

it’s when he’s walking back to his room that he slips on something, crashing backward and busting his ass hard enough to knock the breath from his lungs. steve’s tailbone collides with the ground first, followed by his elbows, and then his head.

steve groans, pushing himself up off the ground. he feels lightheaded and disoriented, the back of his head throbbing something awful. distantly, steve hears what sounds like a door opening, followed by footsteps.

the hairs on the back of his neck stand straight up when someone crouches down beside him. steve can’t get his eyes to focus while he’s this dizzy and the room is this dark. he jumps nearly a foot in the air when a hand comes to rest on his shoulder.

“get your hands off of me!” steve yelps, smacking the mystery hands away from him and scooting across the floor to put distance between him and the body hovering next to him.

“hey, hey, steve, calm down, it’s just me. it’s just billy.”

steve squints through the darkness, his heart hammering in his chest. he can finally make out the defining features of the person that is most definitely billy, crouching in front of him and looking at him with a mixture of pure bewilderment and what he’s pretty sure is worry.

groaning, steve rubs the back of his head with a grimace. “ow...”

“told you to clean the damn dominos up,” billy mutters, sitting back on his heels as he tilts steve’s head down, examining the damage. “did you hit it hard?”

steve just nods, wincing as he does. “yeah. hit my ass and elbows harder, though.”

billy huffs out a soft laugh, taking steve’s bicep and lifting his arm to inspect his elbow.

“i think you’ll live,” billy says after a few moments, letting steve’s arm drop. “the hell were you doing wandering around the house in the dark at three in the morning, anyway?”

“i was getting some water,” steve tells him, rubbing his elbow with a frown. “i was having really weird dreams. i feel dizzy, are you sure i don’t have a concussion?”

billy shifts closer, trying to move steve’s mass of hair enough to look more closely at the lump on the back of his head.

“well, you’re not bleeding. if you have a concussion, it’s mild,” billy says with a shrug. “but i think you’re in the clear. what kind of dreams were they?”

steve doesn’t say anything for a moment before giving a halfhearted shrug. “same dreams i always have. they were just, like....super vivid this time, you know?”

“might’ve been the shellfish in the paella,” billy muses, humming thoughtfully. “certain foods can give you more vivid dreams, almost like fever dreams. shellfish are a pretty common culprit.”

billy takes one last look at the back of steve’s head before grabbing his hand, tugging him up off the ground. steve’s head swims once he’s upright, and he tips forward, crashing directly into billy. billy’s arms go around him immediately, holding him steady.

“you okay?” billy asks, his brows furrowed in concern.

steve blinks rapidly, his brain slowly catching up to the position he’s currently in. he feels the tips of his ears get hot, disentangling himself from billy and backing away, putting several feet of distance between them.

“yeah, i - um. sorry, that wasn’t intentional.”

steve averts his eyes, though billy’s stay trained on steve, that strange look from before back on his face. something shifts in his expression, billy giving him a thoughtful look.

“on second thought,” billy says finally, “you should crash in my room. so i can keep an eye on you. wouldn’t want you nursing a head injury alone, in case anything happens.”

“the hell do you mean, if anything happens?” steve questions, his hand flying up to the back of his head. he opens his mouth to ask another panicked question, but it closes quickly once he realizes what billy is offering. “wait, you mean you want me to stay with you? in your bed? like, together?”

“sure, if you want,” billy says, sounding casual while looking anything but. “you know, for safety.”

“for safety,” steve repeats slowly, swallowing thickly. “okay. okay, yeah. do you think i might need - um. mouth-to-mouth? for safety?”

steve’s heart is hammering in his chest before the question fully leaves his mouth. billy just stares at him for a long moment, before cracking a goofy grin, giving him a slightly disbelieving look. “steve, that is the corniest fucking thing you have ever said.”

“oh, shut up. i have a traumatic brain injury,” steve counters with an unimpressed sniff, trying to play it off like his heart doesn’t feel like it’s about to beat right out of his chest. “sue me.”

“right, your horrific bump on the head,” billy nods, fighting a smile. “guess you should come over here and let me take another look. for safety, of course.”

“safety’s very important,” steve acknowledges as he crosses the room, slowly putting one foot in front of the other.

steve stops short in front of billy, hesitating. billy closes the remaining distance, reaching up to gently feel the bump on the back of steve’s head, though his eyes never leave steve’s.

“that really is a nasty knot,” billy says offhandedly, a flicker of concern appearing in his eyes and disappearing just as quickly. “maybe some ice would help?”

“thought you were writing me a prescription for something else,” steve mumbles.

billy looks momentarily confused, before steve closes the distance and seals their lips together. billy yields almost instantaneously, his mouth opening to steve as if they’ve done this a million times before.

now that he’s face-to-face with it, steve isn’t sure how he was able to dance around it for so long. billy’s lips are soft and pliant beneath his, and he kisses steve languidly, like they have all the time in the world and he knows it. he has one hand curled into steve’s hair, the other splayed across his jaw. when billy nips at steve’s bottom lip, it sends sparks skittering down steve’s spine and goosebumps erupting across his skin.

all steve can see, smell, and taste is billy and he’s dizzy with it, unsteady on his feet. which could be attributed in part to steve’s little bump on the head, but he pushes that thought to the back of his mind to worry about later. he sways a little, causing their mouths to break apart. billy takes steve’s hand keeping him steady.

“c’mon, let’s get you to bed,” billy says, his breathing a little ragged. “you can get the full hargrove treatment in the morning, when you’re not borderline concussed.”

“you’re the one who’s getting a medical degree,” steve protests, even as billy pulls him to his bedroom. “i was just following the doctor’s orders.”

“right, well. this doctor is ordering you to lay down and get some sleep,” billy counters. he helps steve climb into bed, scooting in next to him once steve has slid over to give him some room.

billy lets steve wrap himself around him like a koala without protest, only humming softly in approval.

“maybe quarantine’s not so bad,” steve muses after a few beats of silence, yawning.

“you’re just saying that because you get to kiss me every day now.”

“that so?” steve asks, chuckling softly. “guess that means i should get some sleep so i can be well-rested for a big day of kisses tomorrow.”

“go to sleep, harrington,” billy snorts, burying his face into steve’s neck.

“‘night billy.”

“sweet dreams, princess.”

#pardon my lack of knowledge on how to cook things #idk how to cook paella i just made some shit up bc lazy #here u go bby enjoy 💓💓💓#harringrove #stranger things #my fics #ask #anon

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sero-sphere · 4 years

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Early Morning Tea PT 1

soo...i saw this picture on twitter and couldnt help to think Katsuki fucking Bakugou...so now we’re here.

well maybe not here, maybe we’re all on momos crazy expensive yacht with your classmates trying to figure out what bakugous really packing?

this is only pt 1 so word count is right around 1,600

(Baku x f reader) Warnings: seeing the pee-pee go ‘da-doing doing doing’ ... swearing cause its Bakubro...idk i never know what to put here. this parts pretty chill. ( happy birthday baku bb )

It was 6am, a little early for you, but you had woken up and couldn’t go back to bed. You had plans that you definitely didn’t want to over sleep for, so you made your way downstairs for a cup of tea. That was bound to wake you up. You exited the elevator and made your way to the kitchen, still groggy as ever. Sleep still laced heavily on your face, eyes barely even registering the figure in front of you. His voice broke you out of your early morning trance.

"Oi, What are you doing up?"

It was Bakugou, you could tell that much, his figure still blurry as you brought your hands up to rub at your eyes. As the fuzziness started to fade away, you were able to clearly see him....all of him. Your eyes immediately started to focus on the rather large bulge protruding from his grey sweatpants.

"What the fuck are you looking at?" He glared at you, then followed your eyes. He adjusted himself, which didn’t work out that well, because he just managed to grab your attention even more. There was no way you were actually seeing, what you were seeing.

"I'm sorry, I just woke up, I couldn't fucking see you... Why the hell would you come downstairs like that?!" you asked and pointed to his problem he was still trying to fix.

“I could ask you the same thing, dumbass."

You looked down at what you were wearing, a small grey tank top, and the shortest pair of sleep shorts you owned. Your hardened nipples clearly evident through the shirt. You crossed your arms over your chest for some modesty

"I need tea, I'm so tired." You managed to grumble out, despite your embarassment.

"Here I just made some, I'll go grab another cup." He handed you the mug he had in his hand and turned back towards the stove. An unusually strange move for the class grump.

"You're pretty nice in the morning, maybe I should start getting up a little bit earlier... I bet it’s because Kaminari hasn’t gotten a chance to annoy you yet."

-----

And you did just that, you're not going to lie, after that day you were left wondering if your sleep eyes had played tricks on you, or if his dick was really that big. You tried catching glimpses every chance you could. Bakugou was one step ahead of you though. He caught you checking him out, and made it a point to angle his body during workouts, and training sessions, so you purposely couldn't see anything. Not that he really didn’t want you looking, he just wanted to tease you. See how far you'd get before you'd crack.

Early morning tea turned into a daily routine. You stumbling down to the kitchen, to Bakugou already setting down some cups, one for you, and one for him. His temper really did seem better in the mornings. You decided you’d put that to the test.

"Hey, I know you don’t like to hang with everyone and shit, but the girls are all planning a little weekend thing… I heard Kirishima say he was going to go. You should come too…"

"Why the fuck would I do that?" You glanced over to Bakugou who was scowling at you. Not bad so far, his stares became less intimidating the more time you spent with him. You were able to tell when he really meant them or not.

You thought to yourself “so I can fucking see what's hiding in your pants THATS why” but there’s no way you could come right out and say that to him. A little white lie wouldn’t hurt anyone right?

"Because you’re the only one not doing anything this weekend, and you'd be bored here all by yourself…" You took another sip of tea to occupy your mouth before it had the chance to say what you were really thinking.

"Tch. I'll think about it."

-----

“Oi shitty hair. What is this thing this weekend? “ Bakugou shouted as he burst into Kirishimas dorm room, interrupting his game of smash. Kirishima wasn’t even fazed at this point.

“Oh haha, what…. Who told you bro? Sorry I didn’t ask, just figured you'd say no. Are you coming?”

“What is it?”

“Oh well uhm, everyone’s sort of hanging out on Momos yacht...”

“She has a fucking yacht…..”

“Yeah dude! Come! It's going to be awesome. Just thought you wouldn’t want to be trapped in the middle of the ocean with everyone...”

Kirishima was right, Bakugou really didn’t want to be stuck out on the ocean with all those idiots. So clearly that's the exact reason why you wanted him to come. Perfect opportunity to check him out, while he’s distracted by everyone’s shenanigans, and by everyone that meant Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero, Jiro, Ochako, Momo, and obviously you. There was no shitty Deku ( he happened to be busy, along with Todoroki ) so at least he wouldn’t have to deal with them, if he ended up agreeing.

-----

It seems that agreeing might have been a bit of a mistake on Bakugous part. Momos yacht only had 5 bedrooms, two of which contained two twin sized beds, two of the other rooms had a full, (with an en-suite living room area that contained a couch) , and the last was a master bedroom, that had a deck to lead outside. Momo insisted everything be fair and had everyone do a few games of rock-paper-scissors to decide who would get each room. Kirishima and Kaminari were to share one of the rooms with the double beds, while Momo and Jiro were sharing the other. Ochako, and Sero ended up getting the singles, and you were the lucky winner, claiming the master all to yourself. None of you really thought Bakugou would actually agree to coming, so you didn’t include him in any of this.

The room situation was long forgotten by the time the weekend rolled around, and none of you realized until you heard the explosive yelling that started not long after boarding.

“Oi! I'm not sleeping on the fucking couch this weekend! Do I look like some fucking extra to you?”

“Dude, I got the room fair and square...I get the bed. Why don’t you just ask Kaminari to switch with you and bunk up with Kirishima?” Sero replied calmly as he laid back with his hands behind his head, in the bed, that he indeed won.

“Have you heard how loud that fucker snores! I’m not doing that…. I’m not sharing with dunce face either, so you can forget it!”

“Dude you could always kick Y/N out of the master, and make her shack up with Uraraka.”

Bakugou just stood there silent…

“I mean unless you wanna shack up with Y/N instead…” Before Sero even had a chance to rethink that last sentence, his smug grin was being blasted off his face.

Bakugou was faced with the reality that those two suggestions were actually his only valid options. Well, it was either that, or the couch, and there was no way in hell Bakugou would sleep on the couch like some fucking extra.

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On the other end of the yacht, everything was going great for you at least. Despite all the yelling going on in the distance, you used your time to settle in and admire how lucky you really were. So far the weather forecast looked perfect, and all the food you’ve been served so far was amazing. You couldn't believe that Momo was this loaded. How you ended up with the extra master was truly a gift.

You were all given an itinerary, times and places to meet. Everything planned by Momo of course. You had exactly 1 hour to finish getting settled, and ready before dinner was set. You were just about to do your makeup, and change, when the bedroom door was just about thrown off it’s hinges.

"Oi, get your shit, and get the fuck out." Bakugou shouted and he threw his bags into the room and flopped down on the bed.

"Uhm, what….No your sharing with one of the boys...what are you doing….."

"I'm not sleeping on a couch." He shifted so his arms relaxed behind his head. How fucking cute. At least it would have been if he wasn’t trying to hi-jack your room.

"What the fuck Bakugou, I got this room fair and square! I’m not leaving!"

“Tough princess…either take the couch in round cheeks room, or go sleep with Sero for all I care.” He was hoping you wouldn’t do either, but he had an ego to protect.

“I'm not doing either Bakugou, this is my room fair and square! I didn’t ask you to come so you could ruin my time.” You plopped yourself on the bed beside him and gave him a death glare. You were willing to fight....if it came to that. You grabbed a pillow and smothered his face with it. You heard the faint sound of his quirk activating from underneath you, but you wouldn’t let up.

“You fucker! Get the fuck off!”

“No this is my bed! All my shits already unpacked!” Bakugou managed to flip you around so he was caging you in. He grabbed the pillow from your hands, and threw it to the floor. He leaned in close and whispered…

“You can always share with me…Princess…”

You heard a noise off to your right looked up to see Sero, standing there, looking at the two of you laughing. “Wow, fuck, when I told you to share with Y/N I was only joking….didn’t think this would happen so quickly…”

Bakugou abruptly shoved you off the bed, and onto the floor.

“Shut it tape face, before I fucking kill you.”

#katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugou #big pp energy

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bellero · 5 years

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I Want To Love

Request: request- heya !! could you maybe write a sister Winchester fic where the reader is being like really irritable and emotional bc she’s struggling with her sexuality, and is like really upset bc she wants to be able to have a girlfriend without feeling afraid of what other people think? and she’s afraid to open up to Sam and Dean about it bc she thinks they won’t understand ? ahhh sorry if this doesn’t make sense 😅 I’ve never requested anything b4. (Also ur fics inspired me to get back into writing !❤️)

Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!reader, reader x female!OC.

Warnings: homophobia, internalised homophobia, swearing, anxiety.

Author Note: I’m going to slowly work through my requests. It might take some time but please be patient<3.

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You were lying on your bed in the dusty motel room, your brothers were out interviewing a witness on for a case. You had read reports of a ghost that was harming residents of an old, abandoned house. You were scrolling through a tag you had found on twitter, it warmed and broke your heart simultaneously. You loved that these people were proud and comfortable with living life 100% authentically, but it also made you sad knowing you’d never be able to do that. It broke your heart knowing you’d never be able to publicly love a woman. It’s nothing to do with your family, god no, your brothers have never cared about that stuff. As long as you were happy, they were fine. However, you had always had this internalised shame for being gay.

The door opened and your brothers walked in, “how’d it go?” you asked placing your now locked phone on the bedside table. Sam and Dean took off their jackets, Sam was sat at a small table with his laptop open and Dean was sat on the bed next to you “well, you were right. It’s definitely a ghost attacking these victims” Sam said, you did a small fist bump which caused them to smile at you, “luckily the person wasn’t cremated. Her remains are still in her grave, we’re gonna grab some food and head over” he explained further. You nodded your head and scooted to the edge of the bed “does this seem like a safe enough hunt for me to partake in?or...” you asked. Dean shot you a look,

“kiddo, you know you have to rest up that ankle. I’m fine with you coming with us and helping out with the research but you gotta take care of yourself” you let out a groan and flopped onto your back, “fine” you grumbled. You had injured your ankle two weeks ago during a Wendigo hunt, it wasn’t broken, just badly sprained but that didn’t stop your brothers from overreacting. Dean stood up and hovered over you, “you hungry?” he asked, you nodded your head and sat up “you left me for three hours with no food in the motel room and no money. Of course I’m hungry, you idiot” you glared, he put the palm of his hand on your head and pushed you so you fell back onto the bed, you let out a laugh and kicked his leg, “can we go to that diner we drove past on the way here?” you asked, Dean nodded his head and turned to Sam who was typing away on his laptop, “Sammy, you coming?” he asked, Sam nodded his head and shut down his laptop. Your brothers left the motel room before you but quickly jumped when you pushed your way between them and ran towards the Impala, “I call shotgun!” you yelled at Sam whose eyes widened as he chased after you, Dean rolled his eyes but had a fond smile on his face as he watched the two of you fight over the front seat. Eventually Sam picked you up and moved you away causing you to flip him off.

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The car stopped outside of the diner, you jumped out and walked in-between your brothers. “I’ve never been this excited to eat in my entire life” you muttered under your breath. Dean swung an arm over your shoulders “we are so related” he said causing you to let out a snort of laughter.

You stepped into the diner followed by your brothers you inhaled the smell of freshly baked food, Sam motioned to an empty booth near the back, you walked over, Dean slid in next to the window and you sat next to him, Sam sat opposite the both of you. You leant over Dean slightly and grabbed a menu, you opened it and began looking through your options.

You heard footsteps skip over to where you were sat, “Hi, I’m Sophie and I’ll be serving you today, can I get you anything?” you looked up and felt your heart stop beating, your eyes widened slightly so you quickly adverted them back to the menu. You felt Dean elbow you in the side causing you to glare and hit him back “you having anything?” he asked, you nodded your head and glanced back at the waitress “yeah, I uh, could I have a bacon cheeseburger with fries and a water... please” you stuttered out with an awkward smile, you cleared your throat and handed her your menu, she took it out of your hands “awesome, be back soon!” She walked away, you followed subtly with your eyes, you quickly snapped out of it and shook your head. You look at your brothers who were smirking at you “what?” you asked somewhat defensively “you got a little flustered there, huh?” Dean asked, you narrowed your eyes at him and shook your head “no, I just think I’ve seen her somewhere before, that’s all” you swallowed nervously, luckily, they left it alone.

You were talking about the case when the waitress came back with your drinks, “I’ll bring your food out in a sec” she said with a smile, you let out a deep breath and took a sip of your water, you had said one sentence to this girl and you were already smitten and flustered, you put your water back on the table “how long do you think it’ll take to salt and burn the bones? I don’t really wanna be in that motel room on my own for hours. That place is creepy” you muttered at the end whilst taking another sip of water, “hopefully not too long, it’s a pretty cut and dry case” Sam explained, you nodded your head and let out a small yawn, “did you even sleep last night?” Dean asked, you shrugged your shoulders, your brothers knew that shrugging your shoulders was another way of you saying “no”.

Sam sent you a look of disapproval, “you need to sleep, Y/n. We don’t want you getting hurt on a hunt because you become sleepy” you looked at him and rolled your eyes, you went to speak but was interrupted by the waitress coming back over with your food “here you go! One chicken salad, and two bacon cheeseburgers with fries” she handed Dean’s over and then yours, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion when you felt a piece of paper on the bottom of the plate. When Sam and Dean weren’t looking you pulled out the paper,

hey, I don’t usually do this but I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime?

Here’s my number, let me know!

-Sophie.

You sucked in a breath a smiled a little, you quickly tucked the piece of paper in your jacket pocket and grabbed the salt and tomato ketchup, “so what’s the plan of action?” you asked whilst sprinkling salt over your fries, Sam grabbed it out of your hand and frowned “stop using so much, it’s not good for you” you and Dean shared a look before shaking your heads, “and we’re gonna drop you off back at the motel and then drive over to the cemetery” you nodded your head and grinned, it gives you a perfect opportunity to meet with Sophie.

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Your brothers had just left to finish the hunt, you had been pacing the motel room for a solid ten minutes. You collapsed onto your bed with a sigh and unlocked your phone. The cemetery was about a half hour drive away, it’d take another half hour the dig up the grave, if not more and another half hour drive back. You had around an hour and a half, two hours at the most.

You typed Sophie’s number into your phone and started typing out a text,

Hey, it’s the girl from the diner. I’m free tonight if you wanted to hang out? My brothers are out for a few hours and I'm getting a bit bored. My name’s Y/n by the way!

You threw your phone down on the bed and let out a sigh, ‘the text sounded so stupid’ you thought, you walked over to the sink and went to turn on the tap to get some water when you phone binged, you ran and dived on the bed. You opened the message and grinned.

Hey! I didn’t actually think you’d text, but I’d love to hang out. I’ve got about an hour left on my shift here if you’d like to keep me company, it’s been a real quiet night. Also, I like your name, it’s cute x

You let out a small laugh and buried your face in the blanket. You’d never been this flustered over a girl before. Granted this was the first time you’d actually tried to flirt with a girl. You shot her a text back.

I’d love that. The place we’re staying at is 10 mins away. I’ll see you soon? X

You clicked send and went to put your phone down before you quickly typed out another one.

Also, your name is cute too x

You let out a smile and grabbed your jacket, you wrote out a quick note and placed it on the table,

Got a bit hungry so I’ve headed back to the diner. Call when you’re back – Y/n x

You slipped your jacket on, pocketed your phone and some of the money Sam had left for you and walked out of the door.

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You were slightly freezing when you entered the diner, it was a cold night and you were fairly certain your hands had turned blue. You cupped your hands over your mouth and breathed hot air into them. You looked around and spotted an empty booth near the back tucked away in the corner, you walked over and sat down. You shrugged your jacket off your shoulders and rested your arms on the table. Letting out a sigh you pulled out your phone and checked the time, you had maybe an hour and a half before your brothers came back, you were snapped out of your thoughts when somebody placed a cup of hot chocolate in front of you.

You looked up and smiled, you tucked your phone away and grabbed the hot chocolate. ”Hey” you breathed, she sat down across from you with a small smile on her face, she had deep dimples on both sides of her mouth, her emerald green hair was pulled up in a tight ponytail and the apron she was wearing had coffee stains over it. “Hi” she giggled, “how’re you?” she asked, you nodded your head “I’m good, thanks for the hot chocolate. It’s freezing out” she nodded and smiled “it’s fine, your lips were practically blue. I didn’t want you to stay freezing” she looked down for a quick second and looked back up at you “so, I’m guessing you aren’t from around here?” she asked, you let out a small laugh and shook your head. You took a quick sip of hot chocolate, “no, me and my brothers are from Lebanon. We travel a lot though for... work” you furrowed a brow whilst you tried to explain the complexity of your situation, “hunters, right?” she asked.

Your eyes widened which made her laugh, “I mean c’mon. You guys roll into town days after a mysterious murder? Plus this a small town, one of our regulars came in and told me about how some guy knocked on his door claiming to be FBI but then started asking him about cold spots and flashing lights” you let out a small breath and started laughing. You looked up at her and tilted your head “how did you find out about the things that go bump in the night?” you asked, she sighed “my dad use to hunt a lot. One night he went out to hunt a vamp nest but he didn’t come back... we don’t know if they turned him or killed him” her voice was quiet and her eyes were downcast, you reached over and grabbed her hand “I’m sorry that happened to you, I know what it’s like to loose somebody you care about... it’s not great” you sympathised, she slowly laced your fingers together and smiled softly “yeah, I guess it helps talking about it... my mom acts like it didn’t happen, she’s in denial about the whole thing so talking to her is pretty useless” she explained, you gave her hand a gentle squeeze which caused her to look up at you “you can talk to me” you offered, she smiled and nodded her head.

It had been about half an hour since you arrived, you had talked a lot about hunting, she had asked you about what it was like living with your brothers, you asked her about school. She was a little jealous about the fact that you didn’t have to go.

“I swear Sam is so overbearing with school stuff. The second we found the bunker he started researching schools in the area” you laughed whilst eating a fry, “we came to a compromise that he would just home school me instead, I thought it’d be awful but it isn’t too bad” she let out a laugh, “what did Dean think about it all?” Sophie asked with a fond grin on her face, you shrugged your shoulders “he didn’t really care... I mean don’t get me wrong, he did try to talk me into going to school a couple times but when he realised I wasn’t budging he gave up, left it all to Sam” you smiled, it’s rare you get to recounter the good memories you shared with your older siblings, it was nice being able to talk about them this way.

Sophie looked at you for a few seconds and you stared back, “are you out yet?” she asked, you froze slightly but managed to shake your head, “I’ve been debating it... I know they wouldn’t care, they’d be happy for me either way but I’m still just so scared, y’know? I mean, even I’m still battling with myself about the whole thing... I just don’t think I’m quite ready, I’m almost there. It’s just going to take a little more time, I think...” you trailed off, it was her turn to grab your hand this time, “whatever you decide to do, I’m here for you. You don’t have to rush this, take your time” she said rubbing her thumb across the skin of your hand. You smiled softly and clasped her hand in yours, “thank you, it means a lot” she smiled and brought your hand up to her mouth and gently placed a kiss on your knuckles, “anytime”.

Your little moment was interrupted by your phone ringing, you sighed and answered it,

“Hey, Dean.... I’m at the diner, got a bit hungry but I left a note...” you rolled your eyes, “I didn’t call or text because I didn’t want disrupt you guys” Sophie stifled a laugh, you grinned at her “nah it’s fine, I’ll walk back, kay see ya!” you hung up the phone and huffed out a breath which causes Sophie to let out a laugh “never have older brothers, they suck” you rolled your eyes, she smiled and nodded “duly noted” she checked the time whilst you looked around the empty diner “wanna help me close up?” you nodded your head and stood up, you helped her collect the dishes and clean them, it was quiet but it wasn’t awkward. It was comfortable. It felt right.

You were drying and putting the dishes away whilst she cleaned them, “hey, Y/n” you turned and was met with soap suds to the face, your lips quirked at the sound of her giggling, “I’m glad you found that funny” you said whilst wiping them off your face, you grabbed a handful and covered her head with it, you were both laughing, you handed her the towel as she dried off her head whilst you wiped your face with the other one, you placed your towel on the counter and looked at her “you uh.. You missed a bit” you said pointing, she tilted her head to the side, “let me just-” you gently took the towel out of her hand and patted the part of her head that was still damp with soap suds, you cleared your throat as you put the towel back down, you turned your back and finished drying the rest of the dishes, you grabbed for a cup when you felt her grab your hand, you looked at her to find her already staring at you. You smiled softly, “hey” you whispered, she laughed “hey” she stepped closer and you could feel your heart jump into your throat.

You looked down as she intertwined her fingers with yours, you smiled softly and gave her hand a small squeeze. With a slow exhale you looked up to find that she was pretty much toe to toe with you. She reached up and tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear, she went to speak when a knock on the diner door sounded, you stepped away and looked over to the door, you had let out a groan of annoyance when you saw your oldest brother stood there, Sophie shot you and amused grin when she walked over and unlocked it allowing him to enter.

You stepped out of the kitchen, “Dean, I told you I was going to walk back” you said, he shrugged his shoulders, “it was getting late, plus I don’t think you’d wanna walk back in that” he gestured outside, you pulled a face at the sight of the pouring rain.

Dean turned to Sophie, “you need a ride home?” he asked, she shook her head but grinned over at you “nah, I'm good. I’ve got a car” she pointed towards the red Jaguar. Dean nodded in approval “is that the 1994 XJS model?” he asked, his interest suddenly peaked, Sophie nodded her head. You looked at Dean, “so, are we heading back or?” you asked, he snapped out of whatever trance he was in “sure, grab your stuff, I’ll go wait in the car” he walked out and jogged towards the impala.

You turned back to Sophie, “I’m sorry for him. He sees a nice car and turns... weird...” you trailed off as you slipped your jacket on, she shook her head “it’s fine... so this is goodbye, huh?” she said, your turned towards her with a small frown on your face and shook your head “no, absolutely not. I’d love to see you again... I’m about an hour out, so it’s not too far” you shrugged, she smiled and nodded “I’d love to see you again too... we’ll have to plan something” you nodded, it was silent for a while “what were you going to say? Before Dean interrupted...” you asked, she stepped forward “I was just wondering if I could kiss you...” she trailed off looking down at the floor, you smiled softly and stepped closer to her, you were eventually toe to toe again, she looked up at you “okay” you spoke softly.

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You ran towards the Impala, the rain was coming down a lot heavier. You opened the passenger door and sat down, you closed the door and turned your hands towards the heaters “I hate the rain” you grumbled. Dean chucked and slowly drove out of the parking lot.

It was silent for the majority of the car ride, that was until Dean spoke up. “I uh... I wasn’t interrupting anything back there, was I?” he asked, you froze and turned to him. You quickly shook your head, “no, I was helping her clean up and got soap on my face, there was still some in my hair so she was getting rid of it” you spoke, you hated lying to your brother but it was easier than the truth, “you sure?” he asked, you nodded your head, “okay” he spoke.

You jumped out of the impala and into the apartment, throwing your jacket and phone onto the bed, “hey, Sammy. Gotta pee” he laughed when you raced past him into the bathroom, Dean walked in after you and shook his head, “dude, what took so long?” Sam asked, Dean shrugged off his jacket and sat on the bed “I was waiting for Y/n, she made friends with that waitress from earlier” Dean explained, Sam furrowed his brows at his brother, a sign he knew there was more. Dean let out a sigh “I think I may have interrupted something... I don’t know, when I asked her about it, she lied. Do you think she’s hiding something?” Dean asked, Sam pondered for a moment “possibly, but we shouldn’t grill her about it. She'll tell us eventually” Sam said, hoping his idiot of an older brother would listen.

Dean sighed, he was about to talk when your phone interrupted him, you had a text. Dean looked down at your phone and then over to Sam whose head was wrapped up in research. He subtly grabbed your phone and flipped it over so that the screen was facing him.

Hey, I had a lot of fun tonight. It was great meeting you... I guess we could count this as our first official date? I hope we can see each other again... soon...

-Sophie x

Dean’s eyes widened, “I knew it” he muttered causing Sam to look up from his computer in confusion, “I knew I was interrupting something, read this” he said standing up, he passed the phone over to Sam who read the text out loud, Sam raised his eyebrows.

You opened the door, “what’re you looked at?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowed when Sam hid whatever was in his hand by his leg, “what’s that?” you asked. Your two brothers looked at each other, silently communicating, “no... no you are not doing this weird telepathy thing. What is it, what’re you hiding? We said no more secrets, remember?” you explained getting frustrated. The boys looked at each other, Sam let out a sigh and held out your phone.

You furrowed your eyebrows and snatched it away from him, “why were you looking at my phone?” you asked defensively, you saw that you’d had a text from Sophie, you read it and froze. You felt tears rush to your eyes and you started shaking, “you read my text?” you asked not looking at either of them.

The silence was deafening, “why the hell would you do that? Haven’t you ever heard of privacy? God, I can’t believe you did this!” you yelled, you walked towards the door but was stopped in your tracks by Dean grabbing your arm. You yanked it out of his grip and glared at him, “what?” you spat causing his gaze to harden, “hey, you don’t get to run out. We need to talk about this” you rolled your eyes, “talk about what? You already know what it is, you invaded my privacy!” tears filled your eyes, “you had no right to do that. You had no right to look through my phone, either of you!” you walked over to the bed and sat down, “I wasn’t even ready to tell you guys... Every time I’ve thought about telling you I’d just choke up. It was like the words were in my mouth, but I just couldn’t say them” you explained with tears rolling down your face, “I mean, I’ve felt so isolated and alone because I couldn’t talk to anybody about it, it feels like a weight on your shoulders and it’s so exhausting, carrying it is so exhausting” you whimpered, you didn’t notice that your brothers were now sat on either side of you with tears in their eyes, “hiding this, it’s been so difficult... there’s always been a part of me that hates the fact that I like girls. It absolutely despises it. Which sucks because I can’t change who I am and I don’t want to change who I am... I don’t know what to do” you finished, quiet whimpers leaving your mouth.

Dean grabbed your hand, “I’m proud of you... I can’t begin to imagine how you’re feeling... I’m sorry I invaded your privacy” he paused and looked at Sam, “we both are, but you don’t have to go through this on your own. We’ve got your back, kiddo” he said whilst brushing away your tears with his thumb, “Dean’s right, Y/n. Sure we don’t know how this feels but we can try our best to understand” he knelt down in front of you, “but you’ve gotta talk to us. We can’t help if you keep things bottled up.” he picked up your phone and held it out in front of you, “I think the best place to start would be to text that girl... she clearly cares about you. You can’t be scared forever, sweetheart” you took the phone out of Sam’s hand and sighed, you placed it beside you.

You rested your head on Dean’s shoulder and grabbed Sam’s hands in yours, “I love you both, so much” you whispered, “love you too” “love you too, kiddo” they replied back.

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krisseycrystal · 4 years

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rated: g

fandom: Steven Universe

prompt: “Protecting Someone You Love” + BisPearl (& Steven)

requested by: @moominquartz

i’ve been on an SU-love-fest i think alskdjflakjsdf trying to write as much as possible for this show that means so much to me now that it’s over i’m so sorry

HERE’S THE OTHER HALF OF THE REQUEST MY WONDERFUL HUSBAND @moominquartz GAVE ME !!! When he first said “write BisPearl” it was a tie between “Protecting Someone You Love” and “Competition” and I already did “Competition,” so now it’s time to finish the duet with “Protecting Someone You Love”

i got really sappy in this but shrug emoji what else is new. ENJOY

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Instrumental [Read on AO3]

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The broken stonework of the world bursts into dust and fragments around her. It settles on her tongue and sticks to her throat. Bismuth coughs and hacks to try to get it out, but time is passing strangely and she’s not in full control of her limbs. Reality has been cut and pasted into snippets that reel past too quickly. Consciousness slips in and out of her grasp. Everything seems as flimsy as clouds, which, for the record, is not proper for construction. She’s told the Morganites over and over again: you can’t build a castle on top of sand. Did they listen?

There are birds chirping, twittering, from far away. It tastes like morning. She has always liked the seasonal changes on Earth. Very fitting.

Ivory keys dance along her shoulders and draw her into a slender chest. Someone is shouting.

Bismuth can’t make out the words. She thinks she wants to reach out to that voice. She thinks she ought to comfort them. She knows them.

“Just hang on!”

A butterfly has latched onto her hand. It’s funny; she hadn’t even been aware she had a hand until it was held.

Wait. That’s kind of whack. Of course she has hands. How else does she—

“It’s cool,” she tells the butterfly. She lifts her hand to eye level. “Hey, now. Y’don’t gotta panic. Everything’s gonna be fine.”

“Bismuth? W-what are you…?”

Light bursts into a towering column that swallows them whole. Bismuth’s vision is filled with an alarming clarity, accompanied by the soft popping chime of an activated warp pad, which seems pretty confusing at first, considering that means they’re leaving the place Bismuth thinks they should probably be at.

“Hey,” she tells the butterfly, “The fountain…”

“Not now, Bismuth.”

The butterfly lands on her shoulder again as their destination solidifies under their bodies. There’s a breath, another young voice she knows that shouts, “Pearl!” and a rustle of grass.

“Steven! Oh, thank goodness—”

“—It’s okay, Pearl! I got your text! I’m here. Is she—?”

“—yes, she’s a little…”

Bismuth can’t make out what the words that were supposed to follow are. She blinks slowly and the next time she looks, her perfect view of Earth’s blue, blue sky has been eclipsed by pink shoulders and black clouds.

“Who put that floof there?” she mumbles and reaches up.

A salamander laughs and pushes her hand away before she can move back the black clouds. “Y-yeah, I see what you mean,” the salamander rumbles. He sucks in a sharp breath. “Oh, Bismuth…okay, here we go.” Then, something wet and warm and strange sets itself upon her gem.

And there’s pink.

And pink.

And pink—

Bismuth gasps upright hard. Her hair flings forward over her face; she shoves it back with a broad hand and winces before she realizes she can’t feel any pain. She’s fine. She feels fine. Her eyes snap to her whole, unblemished gem.

“I—”

“Bismuth!” Pearl’s wobbly voice is her first warning before she’s encircled in thin, white arms. Pearl’s face presses into her shoulder. “Oh thank goodness you’re all right! I was so terrified after…”

“Pearl—” Bismuth’s laugh dries up the instant Pearl pulls back.

That’s a scary look on her face Bismuth doesn’t think she’s ever seen before.

But Steven, on Bismuth’s other side—hey, she hasn’t seen him in a while; did he get his ears pierced?—winces as if he knows very well what that particular, specific turn of Pearl’s lips mean. “Oh boy,” he murmurs when Pearl opens her mouth.

“Bismuth.”

“P…Pearl?”

“Don’t you dare do that again.”

Clarity is a sharp mirror in Bismuth’s head, replaying the events preceding the wonkiness of the world. Bismuth sets her own mouth in an unhappy slant.

Steven frets. “Uh, do what again? Guys?”

“I can’t promise you that.”

“Yes! You can! I can take care of myself, Bismuth. I have for millennia.”

“You think I don’t know that?”

“When you pull stunts like—like that, you certainly seem to suggest—“

“—I was just trying to protect you!”

“And look what it did!” Pearl throws out her hand. “That fusion, whatever she called herself, Charoite? Whatever; she got away! And even worse than that: Rose’s fountain is now in ruins! Gallons of her healing tears, lost! It’s going to take ages for Steven to be able to replenish that, if he even can!”

“Uh, guys?”

Bismuth scowls. “It’s fine, isn’t it? I’ll fix it! It’ll look just as good as it did before. At least that’s something I’m good to have around for, anyway.”

“What?!”

Pearl’s voice pitches high to a degree Bismuth hasn’t heard in centuries.

Bismuth and Steven’s gazes snap to her. Pearl’s brows are pinched tight on her face, peaking just below her gem. Her pale blues shine under the sunlight peeking through the canopy of leaves high above. She looks hurt and wounded, which is the strangest thing considering that last Bismuth checked, she had done everything she could to ensure that wouldn’t happen.

“Bismuth,” Pearl says and Bismuth has never quite heard her name sound like that before, like someone needed to say it, “this is exactly the problem.”

The sensation of a hand against her cheek is new. Pearl’s touch is gentle. Warm.

Steven’s face softens from worry to something else: something starry-eyed and open-mouthed as he watches them.

“How could you possibly think you matter so little to me?”

“W-what?”

“You honestly think I don’t want you around for more than fixing things? That you’re…”

Bismuth kind of feels like she wants to take back her words, now. Her face is burning, burning, burning. Her stomach has swooped. There’s embarrassment and something giddy rising in her chest all at once. She doesn’t know what to do with it. “Aw, geez, Pearl, nah. I didn’t mean to…”

“Don’t do that again.”

There’s something in the way Pearl’s voice shakes as she repeats her words. Something in the press of her fingers into the edge of Bismuth’s jaw.

Bismuth chuckles, low and quiet. She dips her head. “Pearl, you know I can’t promise you that.”

“No! I don’t know. Why not?”

Aw, stars. Is this the moment? Bismuth would be lying if she tried to say she hadn’t imagined over and over again how she’d confess the big, goopy mess inside her that’s feelings. She could have done big, grand, pre-planned gestures, or small, intimate ones. She always fancied making Pearl something, but could never decide what would be good enough. She never figured the opportune moment would be immediately post-almost making Pearl cry.

But then Pearl looks at her with those big eyes and all that concern and with all that grace in her and Bismuth thinks maybe, well, maybe she’s been thinking too much.

She would just really awfully like to hold her.

“Pearl, I—”

“—aw, just kiss already!”

The tinny voice echoes across the forest clearing, followed by shocked and indignant, “Amethyst!”

Amethyst’s voice cackles loudly from Steven’s phone as he hurriedly jams his thumb over the face of his screen. Just before it clicks off, Amethyst shouts out, “Hah! Hurry, Steve-O! Warp to the temple! Pearl still can’t get into my room; you’ll be safe here!” and Steven’s face is red red red. He stuffs both hands in the pockets of his jacket and shoots to his feet. Quick as he can, he bolts for the warp, shouting, “Sorry!”

The only one perhaps most off-color than all of them is Pearl. She stands, aghast, but by the time she reaches out, the warp pad chimes and a familiar, melodious pillar of light stretches to the sky.

“Steven! Get back here!”

“For the record: it was Amethyst who video-called m—!” Steven’s voice is cut off before he can finish.

Pearl stares at the place she last saw his red flip flops against the top of the warp pad’s surface.

Bismuth can’t help it.

She laughs. She laughs and laughs and falls back against the grass, arms spread out in an open invitation to the sky.

Pearl slaps a hand over her face and lets it slowly fall. “Ugh. I’m sorry. Those two can be so insufferable together. They have no concept of personal boundaries whatsoever.”

“Oh, believe me. I know.” Bismuth sits back up once her chuckles have subsided. She props up an elbow on her knee and looks to Pearl with a lazy grin. “I mean, I was just thinkin’: y’know, it’s such a shame Steven probably had to leave his Dondai parked somewhere around here when he came to meet us at this warp pad…it’d be a tragedy if, y’know, somethin’ happened to it while he was hiding…”

Pearl blinks. Slowly, she smiles and presses a hand to her own cheek. “Why, Bismuth! I knew there was a reason I love you.”

And there it is.

And it’s so simple to hear.

And it’s perhaps the first time Bismuth has ever actually heard the words, which is funny, because after all of her imagining and all of her notions about what this moment would be like: to know that she matters and is cared for reciprocally…she never expected for it to be so unsurprising.

Pearl smiles at her as if she, too, knew exactly what she was saying and wanted it said and had no trouble at all saying it.

It makes Bismuth think maybe, she’s been hearing those words all along, too. Maybe she’s been trying to say them back just as much: throwing herself into harm’s way, trying to protect her, but these are not the ways Pearl wants it said.

“Yeah,” she hums instead. “I love you, too, Pearl.”

#steven universe #su #pearl #bismuth #bispearl #fanfic #a little bit of amethyst too #but really she's just the left wing to steven's right wing as the together-wingman these two #if that analogy makes sense #aslkdjflakjsdf #fluff bingo!#protecting someone you love #krissey writes a thing

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beastmode98 · 4 years

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Wanna Bet?

This is set during the Junior and takes place after Chris and Ann leave Uskea following their fight.

Chris and Ann walk hand and hand as they walk towards the new Pizza spot that had just opened in Northbridge.

After buying all of the essential items they needed for their apartment at Uskea, they decided to treat themselves with a nice Pizza and milkshake dinner date.

“I like how bright and pretty Northbridge looks during the Fall time,” Ann says smiling to herself as she leans her tiny frame into Chris’ body.

“And just wait how it’s gonna look with all the Christmas lights and Winter aesthetic’s come December and January,” he says back to her, planting a kiss on top of her head. “You like all the seasons of the year don’t you?” she asks looking up at him.

“I can tolerate the heat. I just like dressing for the cooler weather.” he admits to her.

“I like you in your hoodies and shorts,” she says patting his chest.

He is currently dressed in a Maroon Hartfeld Knight’s Football hoodie, grey Adidas shorts, white Nike socks, and New Balances.

Ann decided to keep her long brown hair tied in a ponytail and sport grey shorts, a pink Hartfeld long sleeve shirt, and flip flops as her appearance for the night. She decided to do away with her makeup and appear natural for their occasion.

“We kinda match don’t we?” Chris says with a smile. “We have got to stop doing this,” she says with a laugh. “I think it’s kinda cute,” Chris admits. “How about this, lets plan our outfits out and show them to each other at the start of each week so we won’t match?”

“Nah,” Chris says shaking his head. “Us matching like this makes us the best couple at Hartfeld, and in the world,”

“You’re so silly,” Ann says shaking her head.

“I hope this Pizza doesn’t make me sick like last time.” Chris says as he starts to grimace.

It was very rare for the tall Quarterback to ever get sick throughout the year. The only times that Ann can recall that he was sick, it was as if the world had came to an end.

The first time was earlier in the year when Chris had caught the flu for the first time. He had ignored his symptoms, but by the end of the day, he felt like death.

The second time was when him and Ann went on a date to the mall their Freshman year and went to a New York Pizzeria that was in the Food Court. He had felt awful afterwards, but he just brushed it off as an upset stomach.

His stomach was certainly “alright” the next morning when he had caught food poisoning and was “puking his guts out” the entire day.

Ever since that moment two years ago, Chris had stayed away from Pizza and had went against eating it from any restaurant.

Some persuasion from Ann however earlier in the day had led them to try this new Pizza place out.

“You’ll be okay Captain,” she says patting his stomach. “You did say that we should try some new foods out the other day.” Ann points out

“Yeah...but not things that gave me food poisoning. I can’t afford to get sick again.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” she says. ‘You never get sick. Guys from Maine never get sick,’ she says in her manly voice. “We don’t!” he exclaims.

“Hey if you back out on eating here, I’m gonna tell the guys that you wussed out on eating Pizza and they’re gonna make fun of you.”

Chris squints his eyes and let’s out a chuckle. “Yeah, well I lose either way. They already call me a simp cause I basically do as you say. But I’d rather have an Ann that’s happy then a girlfriend that’s angry.” He says looking down at her. “You know the saying, happy wife happy life.” He raises his eyebrows at that. “Ughh you’re so corny.”

“You still love me though,” he says leaning down to her. “Indeed I do,” she says before giving him a quick kiss.

“Ayo!” A teenager calls out which causes the two to separate from each other. Chris puts a protective arm around Ann’s waist. “Excuse my friend,” another teenager says as him and a few of his associates walks towards the couple. “You guys need some help with something?” Chris asks.

The four teenagers look as if they are a mix between Juniors and Sophomores in High School. “Nothing major, we‘re just leaving the Girls volleyball game at Northbridge High and we just were looking for some fun.”

“Well let’s at least introduce ourselves,” one of the teenagers says. “My name is Andre, and these are my friends Marcus, Leon, and Trey.”

“It’s nice to meet you all,” Ann says smiling nicely at them and shaking their hands.

It’s one of the things that Chris admires about her. They both don’t have a clue as to what these kids want, but here she is shaking their hands and showing generosity towards them without even knowing them.

“We just wanted to know if you wanted to make a bet?” Trey says as he looks at Chris. “I’m a gambling man, why not?” Chris says looking at the four boys. Ann grabs Chris’ hand and she moves in close to his body.

“For real?” Marcus asks “Yeah why not?” Chris says with a shrug. “My girl and I have nothing better to do besides getting some dinner. So what’s the bet?”

“I bet you that my boy Andre can here can ride his bike from the stop sign over here, to the stop sign across the street.”

“Ha, deal,” Chris says going to shake Trey’s hand. “Hold up, hold up yo, we’re not done. Andre here is gonna do a wheelie while he does it.”

“There’s no way that your friend can do that.” Chris chuckles at them. “Oh yeah?” Leon asks.

“How much do you want to bet that I don’t think he can do it?” Chris asks with a smile.

“Chris,” Ann whispers at him. “No, it’s fine babe. How much do you boys want if he can make it.”

“Ten dollars,” Trey says. “Ten dollars!” Chris says while raising his eyebrows. “That’s all you want?”

“Yeah, we’re trying to get a large pepperoni, sausage, and bacon Pizza. We only have fifteen now, but an extra ten can get us a two liter Coke for each of us to share.”

“Alright cool, you gentlemen have yourselves a deal then,” Chris says moving in to shake their hands. “Sweet,” Marcus says with a huge grin moving to shake Chris’ hand. “But,” Chris says pulling back, “If you’re buddy Andre here can’t make it to and from that stop sign while doing a wheelie, then you owe me and my girlfriend Ann here ten dollars each.” He says.

“I’m not in this,” Ann says as she backs away with her hands up. “Awe cmon Ann,” Chris says with a smile, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. “Nope, I’m not in on this bet. This is between you boys, I get the best seat in the house,” she says as she stands back and crosses her arms with a smile.

“Alright, you don’t owe Ann ten dollars, but you’ll owe me ten dollars, each.”

The boys’ eyes widen at them. “Christopher Powell,” Ann says to him sternly. “I’m just kidding with you guys, but you still will owe me ten dollars if Andre fails. Deal we have?” Chris asks as he issues his hand out.

“Deal.” Trey says. Each boy shakes Chris’ hand as Andre moves towards his bike.

“Alright, three, two, one, GO!” Chris yells.

Andre pops a wheelie and rides his bike across the street and over towards the stop sign while traffic comes to a stop. He waits until there is another red light for him to ride his wheelie again.

He comes very close, but his bike falls down about a few inches close to where Chris, Ann, and his friends stand out.

The boys groan in frustration as Chris smiles widely and celebrate. “Haha, I knew it,” he says shaking his head. “But you did a great job riding across the street though, I know I wouldn’t be able to do that.”

Andre nods his head and gives Chris a signature “guys” handshake. “So Ann and I are gonna go get our dinner. While we do that, you boys get ready to pay up,” he says with a wink as he takes Ann’s hand into the restaurant.

Leaving the four boy’s to discuss what they will do, Ann motions to Chris. “Are you really going to make those boys give you their money?” she asks. “I thought you knew me better than that,” he says with a wide grin.

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As the boys stand awkwardly outside after discussing what they were going to do, Ann and Chris walk out with two pizzas, milkshakes for the two of them, and 2-liter bottle of Coke for the boys.

“What’s this?” Trey asks. “I don’t want your guys’ money,” he says as he sets their large Pizza down. “Although I’m only 20, I remember what it’s like to be a kid after a high school game and just trying to cause some mischief and have some fun. You guys made Ann and I’s night. All we ask is that when the time comes, pass it on.”

“You’re what’s up man,” Marcus says as he moves over to shake Chris and Ann’s hand. The other boys do the same.

“You mind if we take a picture with you and put it on Instagram and Twitter? This was like really cool man.” Andre says. “Yeah dude, no problem.”

The five boys take a selfie before Ann takes a picture of the five of them together with their Pizza’s.

“You guys enjoy your dinner!” Ann calls out to them as they walk away and sit at a different table. “That was really nice of you Chris, I’m a lucky to have a man like you in my life. Let’s not fight again,” she says looking at him.

“I agree,” he says with a smile and giving her a quick kiss.

“I’m glad I kissed you before you had Pizza breath,” he jokes with her.

She swats his chest before taking a seat next to him and enjoying their dinner together in peace.

#mc x chris #chris x mc #the freshmen series #the sophomore #the junior #the senior #chris powell #christopher powell

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nin-jay-go · 5 years

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Shadows of Envy - Chapter 1

When you dismiss a dark thought, where do they go? To your shadows, of course. Kai’s jealousies get the best of him, and he gives into the temptation of the darkness, his own shadow posessing him. Yeeted from his body, Kai must figure out how to stop his shadow from ruining absolutely everything and hurting the people he loves.

Tagged on my blog as either Shadows of Envy or ekau 3!

Contains no romantic pairings aside from Pixane and hinted Geode

It was a quiet night at the Destiny's Bounty. Too quiet. It was WAYYY too quiet and Kai was getting a bit restless. To kill his boredom, he took to pacing through the halls while performing some Neat Sword Tricks. Flipping it around, spinning around with it, setting it on fire, the usuals.

Eventually, he paced right into the living room, where everyone else was gathered. Cole floated on the couch near Jay, who was bouncing his leg and fiddling with his gi. Zane was probably asleep already, as was Nya, but Lloyd still wasn't. The green ninja sat on the floor near the couch, reading a Fritz Donovan comic, which Jay was looking at somewhat wistfully.

Kai's preparations for starting up a conversation from the doorway were thwarted when Cole took that job from him. “Ugh, I hate not being able to sit on a couch anymore,” he complained. “I just gotta float above it now, instead of actually making contact…”

Jay pat the ghost's shoulder as best as he could and laughed. “You don't like being a ghost? I would've died to become a ghost!” A round of chuckles came from the room's occupants.

“I mean, becoming the Green Ninja and growing up was an experience too,” Lloyd spoke up. “Would it be any better than, uh dying?”

Cole gave an uncomfortable chuckle. “Well I'm mostly fine! I don't get hungry anymore so there's that…”

Jay put a finger up to his face, scratching at it slightly. “Wow, you two have really gone through some rough shit over the time we've been ninjas. It leads me to wonder,” he continued, crossing his legs, “has something exciting and life-changing happened to all of us?”

“I'd say so, yea!” “Yea probably.”

“Ok ok so,” Jay started, “we have you,” he pointed at Cole, “who died and became a ghost, you,” this time at Lloyd, “grew up and got ‘chosen by destiny’ as the Green Ninja-”

“And got possessed by my weird emo cousin and then forced to watch my dad die… twice in a row,” Lloyd added. The others got a good laugh at that traumatizing memory. “What about you, Jay?”

“Well, I was bitten by the Serpentine at one point and almost turned into one. Plus, I kinda found out something pretty big recently..” He panicked slightly when Cole and Lloyd stated expectedly. “It-its private personal stuff!! Nothing you two should worry about, nope totally not haha!” He waved them off quickly.

“Well, uh, Nya became the water ninja,” Lloyd continued, shrugging it off, “and Zane turned out to be a robot.”

“That and the only one with a functional relationship right now,” Cole quipped.

Kai, still semi-eavesdropping, now realized he was the only one not talked about. Either he had some SUPER life-changing event, or…

“What about Kai?” “Kai? Has he had a cool thing happen to him?” “Not that I remember… Oh! He had Chen's staff for a bit!” “Yea, like for a length of not even a minute.” “His sister got kidnapped?” “That adds onto more of a Nya thing though…” “He got addicted to twitter! That counts, right?” “Jay, no.”

They continued debating but Kai didn't want to hear any more. He heard the truth right then and there- he had an absolutely boring life. There was nothing to be talked about. He was worthless. So he left. He walked out of the doorway and onto the patio, sword strapped on his back. Looking into the forest they were currently parked over, he took a deep breath and jumped, activating his Airjitzu on the way down. He needed to release some steam.

The forest was awash with beautiful greens and blues, basking in the light of a full moon. Light crunching noises of twigs sounded underneath Kai's feet as he trudged through. Eventually, he made it to a clearing. A few tall bits of grass lined the trees, and a stump sat in the center.

He went over and flopped himself down onto the stump. Crossing his arms, he began to grumble. “Stupid everyone, thinking they're better than me, being special. Nya and Zane have cool lives, Jay has some big secret, Cole DIED, and Lloyd is the goddamn green ninja! They all think they’re so special, they don’t care about how I also have a cool and special life too! I’m interesting! They’re all just some.. insensitive jerks!”

“Couldn’t agree with you more.”

“Yea, I know ri-” Kai stopped in his tracks when he heard a voice in the clearing. It was… somehow familiar. He stood up and looked around, scanning the area. “Who’s there? Who are you?”

He heard a snort. “That doesn’t matter too much. Just think of me as… someone who wants to help.”

“Help? Help who, me? I don’t need help. I’m just here to blow off some steam,” Kai continued searching, rooting around his memories for who’s voice that was.

“Yea, but I get what you’re saying,” the voice continued. This got Kai interested. “You do?”

“Well yea, I do. You feel jealous, envious of your teammates and friends. They’re all special, they have exciting lives, and you’re not, and you hate that. I know what you’re thinking, dude.”

“...where are you going with this?”

“I can give you a deal. I can make you… special, like the others. You can finally brag to them about having a cool thing happen and they’d be put in their place. After all, they don’t really like you. They’re special…” “...and I’m not,” Kai finished. “You can do that? Make me cooler?”

“Would I lie?” “I literally just met you, dude, you might as well be.” “Fair enough.”

A soft breeze blew through the night. The moon glowed, full and pale overhead, casting shadows all over. Kai narrowed his eyes, continuing to scan the forest for the voice’s origin, despite noticing it resounding all around him. “What do I need to do?”

A chuckle. “It’s simple. I’m gonna need you to say something, just a phrase or two.” He raised a skeptical eyebrow, hoping the voice saw it. “Just… saying something? And I’ll be cooler?”

He could almost feel the voice nod. “Just repeat after me. Omnis ignis ab umbra..” The voice took on a darker feel, deeper and more threatening. This went unnoticed by Kai, who mulled it over in his head some before taking a deep breath.

“Omnis ignis ab umbra.” No sooner had the words left his mouth when the wind picked up around him and the moon seemed to get even brighter.

“Tenebrae praete eum,” came the voice from directly behind him. He turned around briskly to see nothing there but his own shadow. A shadow that had two red orbs staring straight at him and slowly glowing brighter. A section where the mouth should be parted.

“...et novam vitam accipere.” It finished, and Kai saw nothing but black.

When Kai opened up his eyes, he immediately felt something was off. His feet felt glued in place, and a sense of vertigo and weightlessness overcame him. Somehow he figured out he was on the floor, yet when he looked up he saw…

Himself. His own body standing there, motionless, staring out at the trees. Suddenly, his body began to shake. Seconds later, it was shuddering with peals of laughter escaping, from his own mouth. His head turned to where he was and snapped open his eyes.

They were horrifying.

Where his irises were once a dark brown, they were bright red, almost glowing red, staring daggers at his own. The whites were pitch black, dark as the shadows around him. They stared at Kai with a feeling of madness.

“Hey thanks, dude!” The voice said. His voice. “Thanks for letting me borrow your body for a bit! Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it for you while you’re afk.” He cracked his neck casually, not breaking eye contact. “Wh-what? Who the hell are you?!” Kai yelled. He tightened his hands into fists but it didn’t seem to do much. It didn’t even feel like he did it or not.

“...Yea I have no idea either,” the body-snatcher confessed. “I mean, we’re both exceptionally stupid, ain’t we?” He stretched his arm out. “But from what I gathered over how long we’ve been alive, I’m your shadow. I am every negative thought and bad action fused into one formless being, forced to follow you around and eat your thoughts you banish from your mind. They aren’t that tasty, not advertising them.”

“So… you’re my shadow? And, and you.. possessed me?” Kai tried to wrap his head around the situation. “And if you’re me then… then how did you know that spell, or wh-whatever that was that did this?”

His “shadow” clicked his tongue. “I just kinda knew the words for some reason! As for what it did, we most likely switched places!” He sneered with Kai’s mouth, an expression that shouldn’t look so at home on his scarred face, scars that looked paler than ever.

“But yea,” he continued, “clearly those guys need to be put into their places, since they think they’re all so special. Self-centered, all of them. I’m gonna borrow your body to get our vengeance, since I know you won’t.”

Kai did not like this one bit. This wasn’t supposed to be happening. Why was this happening?! He didn’t want to be here.

Seems like his brain listened, and he found his feet no longer glued to the ground, and the weightless feeling vanished. Opening his eyes, Kai found himself looking at his possessed body from a different angle, from the shades of the trees. His body looked around, and his gaze settled on him. Smirking, he closed his eyes.

“Well, at this point, I’m so filled with burning hatred I can’t be called Kai anymore, now can I?” Kai grasped his arm. It didn't feel all that solid. “What are you proposing?” His eyes opened, normal and brown once more. “How’s about you call me… uhh…” His eyes filled with confusion. Kai swore he heard him mutter “shit I didn’t think this far ahead uhh what’s a word for really hot- got it.” He cleared his throat. Pretending he didn’t mutter anything, he looked at Kai once more. “Call me Arid.”

“Arid...:” Kai rolled it around on his tongue. It fit such a dry, blazing shadow such as the one in his body. “Now that you have a name, I can call you out on shit you do. Just give my body back, Arid! I just felt a bit salty, you don’t gotta do anything bad to them!” “You don’t understand, Kai,” Arid stalked over to him. “Every bad thought you had belongs to me now. You felt salty, bitter, even, at your ‘friends’ for making fun of you, and wanted them to shut up.” He shrugged. “I’m just fulfilling your wishes, or I guess, my wishes now.”

He began to walk off. “H-hey wait! Where are you going?!” Kai called after him, running in his direction. The second his fingers left the shadows of the tree, they began to burn. He let out a yelp of pain and recoiled into the dark.

“Can’t go into the light now, can you?” Arid sneered. “You’re a shadow now, Kai. You don’t exist like I do anymore. Light will hurt you.”

“Duly noted…” Kai hissed back, cradling his hand. “Where are you going,” he restated.

Arid shrugged. “Back to the Bounty; where else am I supposed to go? I am Kai right now, after all.” He found the edge of the clearing and looked back at Kai. “Cya~!” He stuck out his tongue at him and spun into a flawless Airjitzu as he flew back to the Bounty, leaving Kai to stare up at the blinding moon.

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parrishsrubberplant · 6 years

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for the prompt thingy, smth sweet based on there's nothing holding me back? really just anything comes to mind when you listen to it (highkey reminds me of pre relationship nurseydex though ngl 👀) hope you're doing well!!

Feeeeeeeels. Hope you enjoy!

Bitty’s hair looks as perfect as ever. Dex steps back out of the hug, letting his arms drop. “It’s good to see you.”

Bitty grins. “Y’all just love me for my pie,” he says.

Nursey wraps his arms around him and swings Bitty in a circle, lifting him off his feet. “No, we love you for other things too,” he says. He puts Bitty down. “Damn, Bits, you look good.”

He does. His chair is still cut in the ‘Samwell Chop,’ short on the sides but long on top, and still impeccably styled. He’s wearing a polo shirt and khaki shorts, leather flip flops, pretty standard hockey bro attire.

“Thanks,” Bitty says. “I’m heading for the kitchen,” he says. “Dex?”

“Yeah,” Dex says. He follows Bitty into the kitchen.

Nursey hovers in the hallway for a moment. He wasn’t invited, but he wasn’t specifically not invited either.

Dex looks up from where he’s buttering a pie pan. “Don’t you have homework?”

“No,” Nursey says. Technically, he does, but it’s too early in the semester to start working flat out. Or, he’s trying to tell himself it’s too early. He’s already a week ahead on the assignments for his poetry workshop. He laughs. “I see how it is,” he says. “You need your Bittle bonding time.”

Dex looks abashed for a moment. “I didn’t mean to be rude. It’s just–if I give you a knife and tell you to help, you’re probably going to cut your fingers off.”

“True,” Nursey says.

Bitty looks up from where he’s peeling apples, the peel falling away from the fruit in a long, perfect ribbon. “How’s class?”

“All right,” Nursey says. “I’m taking this great class on four Harlem Renaissance poets. The professor is, like, a million years old and knew most of them personally, so.”

“Wow,” Bitty says. He leans over at turns Betsy II’s dial to 350 degrees.

“I know, only at Samwell, right?” Nursey says. He goes to the fridge and takes out a bottle of Wild Cherry Gatorade. “I’ll leave you to your bro time.”

“Come back in an hour and a half,” Dex says. “There will be pie.”

Nursey nods. He twists the cap off his Gatorade, takes a long swallow, twists the cap back on, and heads upstairs to read. He considers going out onto the Reading Room but decides against it, sitting on the loveseat by the open window. He and Dex bunked their beds (well, Dex bunked the beds, while Nursey sat nearby being ornamental and inspiring and making sarcastic comments). And then they found the loveseat discarded outside student housing. It’s quickly becoming one of Nursey’s favorite things about their room.

In the kitchen, Bitty turns to Dex. “Can you pass the cinnamon?”

“Sure,” Dex says. He looks at Bitty, then looks away. “How are you, really?”

Bitty shrugs. “Not bad, honey. I can’t complain.”

Dex nudges him. “You can, though.”

Bitty shrugs again. “I haven’t been home this summer.”

Dex nods. “Are you talking to your folks, though?”

“Kind of?” Bitty laughs shakily. “We’re talking. It’s all…very polite and careful. It’s good that they’ve already met Jack, and that they like him.” He shakes cinnamon over the bowl of chopped apples. “It’s–I’m sure it’s making Coach’s job harder, you know, being the football coach.”

Dex half-smiles. “I wonder if he’s had any players come out to him yet.”

“Maybe? I haven’t asked.” Bitty reaches for the sugar.

“And you?” Dex asks.

“I locked down my Twitter,” Bitty says. And Dex knows that must have cost him, because Bitty loves his Twitter, loves social media. He’s a friendly guy, and his accounts are an extension of his warm personality. “The support was nice, but there was some stuff that wasn’t support, and I just–” he sighs. “I didn’t need that kind of negative energy in my life.”

“Preach,” Dex says, and gets out the rolling pin. “How’s Jack?”

“Avoiding interviews,” Bitty says. “Avoiding profiles. Eating entire cows and training like crazy and getting even more muscular.” His smirk is positively salacious.

“Get it,” Dex says, and smirks back.

Bitty sprinkles flour and rolls out the bottom crust. “And you?”

Dex shrugs. “What about me?”

“You were kind of freaking out in May,” Bitty says.

Dex’s face heats. “It’s chill,” he says.

Bitty looks at him. “Oh honey,” he says.

“He’s just so–” Dex stops, flailing for words. “He’s like that all the time, you know?”

“Like what?”

Dex sighs. “Slightly spacey, but also smarter than anyone else. Really nice. Stupidly beautiful.” His face his definitely red now.

“You should talk to him,” Bitty says.

Dex shakes his head. “And who am I gonna switch with, when he, I don’t know, throws me out for being a perv?”

Bitty dumps the apples on top of the bottom crust, and scrapes the last bits of sugar and spice on top. “You’re not,” he says. “You’re really not.”

Dex sighs. “I’ll say something,” he says. “Just–not yet? It feels like we’re finally friends and I’d rather not lose that.”

“You do you,” Bitty says, and rolls out the top crust. “I’m here to listen, you know that?”

Dex nods. He picks up the top crust and begins fitting it to the pie. He used his pointer and thumb, pushes into his opposite thumb to create a fluted edge. “I know,” he says.

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San Diego Here I Come! | Chapter 4

A/N: I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO POST! I WANTED TO FINISH THE BIRTHDAY THING AND THEN I HAVE WORK AND I AM JUST TO TIRED TO DO ANYTHING AND UGH! I AM SO SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE MY LAZY ASS 😭😭

Summary: Cosplaying was a dream come true for you and you had made your way to Instagram famous in a span of 3 months. You were so well known that even celebrities followed you and among one was your celebrity crush, Tom Holland. Preparing for San Diego Comic Con you get asked to be on the Avengers Cast Panel meaning you’ll get to meet Tom. Will sparks fly between a famous cosplayer and a famous actor? Will they realize that they are meant for each other?

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Warning: Swearing

The insane pounding in your head was the only thing you could feel as soon as you opened your eyes. It felt like a hammer was banging against your head constantly as the only sound you could muster out of your lips was a painful groan. You slowly sat up in your bed as you rubbed your temples with your fingers as you looked around the room. You were still wearing the same clothes from last night and you saw some men's clothes on the opposite of your bed. All you could see was the backside of the curly haired boy laying on the fold out couch bed. You slowly began to remember the events of last night and remembered that you asked Tom to stay the night so you wouldn't feel alone.

Red and pinks began to fill the color of your cheeks as you stared at his broad naked back, his curly hair was all tossled and messy and just the way he slept was so cute yet also so fucking sexy. You were dragged away from your thoughts when the pounding in your head increased as you slowly got out of your bed and went to your purse. You thankfully stashed a bottle of ibuprofen in there incase you got sore from standing or better yet a hangover. You took out two of the small red pills as you placed them on the TV stand as you grabbed a water bottle from the mini fridge and chugged down the pills as you sighed slightly.

The time that read on the alarm clock was 8:45 AM. Your panel didn't start until 2:30 in the afternoon so you decided to quickly change into some pajamas before Tom woke up. You grabbed some Spider-Man Homecoming pj pants, and a Spider-Man tank top as you flopped back down onto your bed as you began to scroll through your phone.

You clicked on the camera roll app as you noticed the amount of selfies and videos you took with Tom and Harrison last night as you scrolled through each picture and carefully watched each video. A smile slowly appeared on your face as you began to let out soft giggles at the pictures and videos you had taken. A lot of the videos were of you chugging your drinks and acting like a drunk dumbass with Tom and Harrison or belting out lyrics to your favorite songs that came over the speakers. You suddenly heard Tom groan as you quickly turned off your phone and placed it on the nightstand next to your bed as you looked over at him.

"Morning, sleepyhead." You rolled over onto your side to face him as you rested your head on one of the pillows as you faced him and gave him a smile that looked like you were still half asleep.

"Morning, darling." His voice was deep and husky and he looked so fucking cute with his bed head. He sat up in the bed as he rubbed his eyes and looked at the time.

"Is it really only 8 in the morning? I swear I thought I slept longer." He looked at the clock then looked down at his deshevled clothes on the floor as he sat on the edge of his bed and looked at you.

"Yeah. To be honest I thought it was 12 but I guess I'm not used to the three hour time difference yet. Thankfully my panel doesn't start until 2 so if you want I can order some room service." You sat up in your bed as you hugged your knees to your chest as you looked at the boy on the other bed. You actually can't believe he stayed all night but you were happy that you got to wake up with him in your room instead of waking up by yourself.

"Yeah that'd be great. I'm fucking starving." Tom let out a small laugh as he rubbed his belly letting you know how hungry he was. You suddenly heard a low growl come from both of your stomachs as you both let out small laughs.

"I'll order some room service. What do you want?" You picked up on the menus they left in the room as you got up from your bed and sat next to the shirtless boy as your heart suddenly began to race. Sure you've seen Tom shirtless in pictures and shit from his Instagram and Twitter account but being next to him shirtless for real was making your knees fucking weak.

"Ummm... I think I'll have some pancakes with some orange juice and a side of fruit." He leaned over your shoulder as he scanned the menu. He was really close to your face and you swear to god he could probably hear your heart beating out of your chest.

"U-Umm ok! I'll get some French toast, some apple juice, and also a side of fruit. I'll call down to the desk real quick. Oh if you want I can lend you a hoodie and some pj pants. I usually buy a lot of guy shit anyways." You quickly got up from the bed as you rummaged through your suitcase and pulled out a grey hoodie and some flannel pajama pants for Tom to wear as you handed them to him as he put them on.

You walked over to the phone as you dialed downstairs and placed you and Tom's order for room service. The wait would be approximately 15 minutes so you decided to turn on the TV that was in your hotel room as you watched 'Friends'.

A knock on your door tore you away from the TV as you got up and let one of the employees in who placed all you and Tom's food on the glass kitchen table in the kitchen. You gave the man a smile as he left the room as you and Tom sat down together and ate your meals. You had shut off the TV in your bedroom and turned on the one in the living room as you both ate and watched some more 'Friends' on the TV.

Tom was completely devouring his pancakes and you were doing the same to your French toast. You both weren't kidding when you said you guys were fucking starving. Finishing both your meals Tom offered to take the dirty dishes out on the tray and place it outside your room. You walked over to the big couch in the living room as you relaxed and watched TV as Tom came back and sat next to you as he looked at his phone. He quickly typed back something as he turned his gaze back onto the TV.

Suddenly another knock came to the door as you looked at Tom in confusion. He smiled at you as he got up and opened the door as you saw Harrison walk through it.

"Harrison!" You jumped up and squealed as you made your way over to him and gave him a big hug.

"Hi, love. I hope it's ok that I hang out here for a bit. Tom invited me over." Harrison and you looked at Tom as you gently smacked his chest.

"It's perfectly fine! All we are doing is watching Friends so... yeah." You giggled a bit as you walked back over to the couch and sat back down as the brown haired boys followed. Harrison sat in one of the small chairs as Tom sat next to you again.

"What times your panel at again, Y/N?" Harrison glanced over at you then back at the TV.

"Not until 2:30 thankfully so we have a couple of hours to kill. Why what's up?" You glanced over at Harrison who's gaze was glued to the TV as you saw his brown eyes dart back at you.

"You guys wanna go swimming for a bit? Nobody is at the pool or anything so we would pretty much have it all to ourselves."

"Yeah that sounds like fun!" You smiled at the boys as you quickly got up from your seat. "Why don't you and Tom go change and I'll meet you in the lobby ok?"

They both gave you nods as they got up and left your room as you made your way towards your bedroom and rummaged through your suitcase again grabbing your bikini.

The bikini you had brought with you was a cute small black on with small drawings of stars and the planets on it. You quickly stripped out of your pajamas as you quickly put your bikini on as you put your black flip flops on as well. You decided to pull your hair back into a ponytail so that your hair wouldn't get super messy from the water.

Grabbing your purse and your phone and room key you made your way to the door as you quickly shut off the TV before leaving your room and heading for the lobby. As you made your way to the elevator and waited in it you exited into the lobby as you saw Harrison and Tom waiting for you.

You walked over to them as you saw Tom's eyes immediately land on you. He slowly eyed you up and down as his cheeks began to turn red. This was the first time Tom has ever seen you showing this much skin and it made his entire body grow hot. He tried his best to calm himself down so that he wouldn't get a boner through his swim shorts.

"Hey sorry I took so long. Ready to go?" You smiled at both the boys as they nodded as Tom quickly walked towards the pool area while you and Harrison followed behind him.

You were a little confused as to why Tom was walking ahead of you two until you realized that this was the first time Tom has seen you in a bikini let alone seeing so much skin.

"Is Tom going to be ok?" You slowly moved closer to Harrison as you whispered softly to him.

"Yeah he'll be fine. Just nervous about seeing you in a bikini for the first time so he's just trying to distract himself." Harrison leaned down and whispered back at you as you both could see the pool area come into view.

"Alright. If he gets a boner though I am going to be proud of myself." You smirked to yourself a bit as Harrison nudged you with his shoulder as you laughed. You honestly liked getting Tom sexually frustrated but in turn you were sexually frustrating yourself during this game of cat and mouse and it was honestly starting to become to much to the point where holding yourself back was starting to actually hurt.

As your arrived at the pool you quickly scanned it seeing that literally no one was here. I mean it was 9 in the morning and most of the people were at the con right now but you didn't have to be at your panel until 2:30 so you'd rather relax for as long as possible. You and the boys grabbed yourselves some towels that the hotel offered as you made your way towards some empty lounge chairs. You placed your stuff on the chair as you decided to go into the hot tub first.

You slowly stepped into the hot tub as your entire body began to relax under the warmth of the bubbly hot tub as you sat back against the wall and closed your eyes.

Harrison and Tom were placing their stuff in the chairs next to yours as Tom looked at you in the hot tub as he bit his bottom lip in frustration. He quickly got out of his thoughts as Harrison placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Go get in there with her mate. Might as well make a move instead of frustrating yourself even more." His best mate looked at him and then he looked back at you as he took a deep breath.

"I mean you guys are going to go on a date after her panel so might as well do something." Harrison was right. Tom did ask you out on a date after your panel was over. He really did want to kiss you but he held himself back as much as he could but he couldn't hold himself back any longer. All he wanted to do was grab you and kiss you and he was hoping you were thinking the same thing which you were.

"Alright mate. Wish me luck." Tom patted Harrison's shoulder as Harrison did the same.

As Harrison jumped into the pool and began to swam around for a few Tom made his way towards the hot tub where you were relaxing. You slowly opened your eyes as you heard his footsteps come closer and closer to you as he got into the hot tub and sat next to you.

"Not going to swim with Haz?" You looked over at the empty pool were Harrison was floating on his back as Tom shook his head.

"Nah. Hot tub seemed more relaxing. Plus.. I'd like to spend more time with you." As Tom said that he began to fiddle with his fingers under the water as he avoided eye contact with you.

“R-Really?” You scooted a bit closer to Tom as you tilted your head, your hair sticking to your face due to the steam from the hot tub. You leaned in a bit to peer at his face a bit as he suddenly turned to face you causing a lump to form in your throat.

“W-Well I.. I-I mean-” Before Tom could finish his sentence your lips were immediately on his.

His lips felt soft against yours as the heat from the hot tub began to cause forms of sweat droplets to form on your forehead. The kiss was soft and slow at first until Tom suddenly pulled you into his lap as you straddled him. The kiss was becoming heated replacing that sense of passion and love with lust and need. You needed Tom, no you wanted Tom - and he wanted you. Neither of you guys cared that Harrison was literally a few feet away from you in the pool but you both were so lost in each other, in each other's lips, and each other's embrace.

Your hands instinctively went right into Tom's messy curls. His hair felt so soft between your fingers as you began to press yourself into his chest deepening the kiss. You suddenly felt his hands make his way from your hips to the side of your ass which caused you to let out a small squeal in the kiss as Tom slowly pulled away making sure you were ok.

"I-I'm sorry! If you want me to stop I can!" Tom started to become a flustered mess thinking that your squeal meant he did something but he didn't. Oh he didn't do anything wrong at all, you just didn't expect him to touch your ass is all.

You bit your bottom lip as you let out a small laugh that made Tom's heart melt on the spot. You gently rested your forehead against his as you were both trying to catch your breath from the heated kiss you two just shared.

"N-No don't be sorry! I just didn't expect you to touch my ass is all..." These words made a smirk form on Tom's face as he suddenly squeezed your ass as you let out a small aroused giggled as you looked down at his toned chest as you bit your lips.

Instead of continuing the kiss you two just sat like this for a couple minutes as you gently rested your head on his chest just enjoying his presence. He still kept his hands on his ass but he suddenly turned you around so that you were sitting in between his legs with your back now against his chest, his hands finding a new spot on your body. They roamed up and down your sides until they found a permanent spot on your waist as you two just relaxed in each other's embrace as the bubbles from the hot tub made you both melt into each other.

You and Tom were suddenly pulled out of your thoughts when Harrison got out of the pool and yelled both of your names. "Hey! It's like 10:30 now! We should go before people start to show up."

Tom let out an annoyed groan as his slowly slipped you out of his lap causing you to whine at the loss of contact. As you and Tom both stepped out of the pool and walked over to your lounge chairs he gently hugged you from behind as you were drying off your arms.

"Is it... Ok if I come back to your room after I shower and change?" He whispered softly in your ear as you let out a small sigh as you leaned back and kissed his cheek.

"Of course. Just let me shower as well and I'll text you when I'm done ok?" You whispered back to him as a smirk appeared on his face.

"Can't wait, darling." He gently squeezed your waist as he let go of you and grabbed all of his stuff as all of you headed back upstairs.

Your shower took about a good 20 minutes but that was usually how long all your showers took. You changed back into your pajamas as you sent Tom a text telling him he can come over.

You were sitting in the living room as you were brushing out your hair with a towel wrapped around your neck as the second one was underneath you so that the couch wouldn't get wet from the water dripping off your hair.

A knock came to your door as you quickly darted towards the door opening it seeing Tom standing in the doorway. He was wearing a black and blue flannel with a black unedershirt, jeans, black shoes, and his hair was still slightly wet from his recent shower.

He walked right in and took off his shoes as he gave you a long, lingering, yet passionate kiss on your lips as you were holding your hair brush in one hand as your other hand was wrapped around his neck.

Tom slowly pulled away as he gazed into your eyes almost getting lost in them. "I'm never going to get tired of kissing you."

You let out a small laugh as you quickly pecked his lips as you walked back to the couch brushing your hair. "Glad I made the first move, huh?" You giggled a bit as you sat back down where your towel was as he rolled his eyes and sat next to you.

"Hey! I was going to make the first move... I just... Didn't know when to or how." Just the way he got nervous about talking about how he wanted to make the first move made your heart melt. This boy was so pure and so sweet that this world truly did not deserve him.

"You are to cute." You leaned over and kissed his cheek a couple times as you finished brushing out your hair, running your fingers through it making sure there were no knots left.

The time on the cable box was now flashing 12:20 PM. You and Tom had ended up cuddling each other on the couch for a few hours as you groaned looking at the time. You looked back at Tom who was laying down with you holding you from behind as you kissed under his chin.

"I got to get ready soon for the panel." You spoke softly to him as you pressed yourself into his chest a bit not wanting him to go.

"Do you want me to go? Or do you want me to wait here while you change and walk to the panel with you? I mean I am going to be on the panel with you anyways. Might as well just go with you." He placed a gentle kiss on the side of your head as you smiled and sighed contently.

"Yeah. I'd like that a lot." You slowly sat up from your cuddling position as you stretched your arms and legs out as you got up from the couch. You leaned down in front of Tom as you placed a quick kiss to his lips as you smiled at him. "I'll be right back."

He smiled back at you as he stayed in his position as he continued watching TV as you went to go get ready.

The cosplay you had planned for the second day of the con was going to be Spider-Gwen. You gently pulled out the outfit from your suitcase as you gently and neatly laid it out across your bed. You took out the blonde wig and black headband that went with the cosplay as you went to the bathroom and began to apply your cosplay makeup which took you about a good 15 minutes to do this. You braided your hair back up as you put the wig cap on making sure all your hair fit into it. You placed the blonde Gwen Stacey wig on your head as you adjusted it a few times making sure it was on nice and tight as you put the black headband ontop of the blonde wig. Now it was time to put on the entire cosplay. You planned on putting the mask on then taking it off for your panel so that you could ya know — talk and breathe properly and not sweat your ass off under the mask and wig. You stripped off your pajamas again and put on a matching white lace bra and panties to wear under the cosplay. You slipped on the cosplay as you started off by putting your legs in each hole, followed by your arms, then finally adjusting it so it fit properly. You flipped up the hoodie of the Spider-Gwen cosplay as you held the mask in your hands saying to yourself that you'll put it on when you leave.

Taking a deep breath you walked out of your room as you slowly walked over to where Tom was sitting who had to do a double take at how you looked.

"Holy shit..." Were the only words that came out of his mouth as your entire face turned red.

"H-How do I look...?" You did a slow turn for Tom so that he could see you from all angles.

"Y-You look... Holy shit..." His jaw dropped open when you slowly turned around for him. The suit accented your ass and chest extremely well, especially your ass like goddamn BatMan that outfit made your ass friken pop like a cherry.

"Thanks." You smiled at him as you looked at the time on the cable box which now read 1:30PM.

"We should head downstairs for the panel now. I want to get there early before it gets packed." You quickly ran into your room as you grabbed your purse, room key, and phone as you threw them in your purse as Tom shut off the TV for you.

You walked over to him and gave him a deep and loving kiss as his arms made their way to your waist and as yours wrapped around his neck, tangling your fingers in his brown curls.

"Ready to go? Spider-Man." You licked your lips as you let a small giggle escape your lips.

"You bet, Gwen Stacey. Or should I say, Spider-Gwen." You both laughed at how dorky you two were being as you both left your room walking hand in hand.

You and Tom had arrived at your panel at exactly 2. Well 2:15 but whatever. You guys got stopped on the way multiple times by fans asking for pictures as well as photographers taking just pictures of you in your full Spider-Gwen cosplay which you gladly did.

Tom had made sure to grab you both some water bottles as well as some fruit snacks for you to munch on before the panel started. As you two sat in your chairs behind your name tags the doors slowly began to open as a crowd of people made there way into the room. After about 5 minutes the entire room was packed to the brim with people. The room was big enough to fit probably over 200-300 people.

You looked around the room as you started to get a bit nervous since this was your first panel ever where people would be asking you a ton of questions but your nerves slowly went away as Tom placed his hand on your thigh as he gently squeezed it assuring you that he was going to be on this panel with you as well. You placed your hand ontop of his as you smiled as you quickly glanced at the time on your phone that was placed in front of you which now read 2:30. The panel was about to be underway and your panel would be lasting for over an hour which you were excited about.

As you took off your Spider-Gwen mask people began to cheer and scream as you and Tom waved at the crowd of people who came here to see you both.

"Hello San Diego Comic Con!" You shouted into the microphone as the crowd erupted again. "Are you guys having fun today?" As if on instinct the crowd answered you in a roar of "Yes!"

You laughed into the microphone as you looked over at Tom then back at the crowd. "As you guys can clearly see I am not alone today. We have the lovely, the handsome, the sexy, and amazing Tom Holland here with me today!" You could literally feel all the girls in the crowd scream as you could sense ovaries exploding and panties dropping.

"Looks like they'd rather see you then me, huh Tom?" You gave Tom a fake offended look as you and the audience laughed.

"They came here to see you, darling. I am just tagging along for the day." He gave you and everyone his adorable crinkled smile as you smiled at him as well.

"You are to friken precious I swear." You adjusted yourself in your chair as the audience swooned at how cute you and Tom were being.

"So. Let's get this panel started shall we?"

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A/N: WELL I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED THIS LONG OVERDUE CHAPTER! Chapter 5 is going to be soooooo fucking good! I do eventually plan on throwing some smut in here as well 😉😏 which I am nervous af about since I've never written smut before and I am terrified it's going to SUCK BUT ILL GIVE IT A SHOT! Anyways thank you guys for being so patient with me and I hope you enjoy this chapter ☺️

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lists, layers, layovers: what to pack and how to pack it

There’s a scene in Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery where Austin and his colleague/eventual love interest Vanessa Kensington, are newly arrived in Las Vegas, hot on the trail of Doctor Evil’s number two, Number Two. Posing as a married couple, they check into their suite and begin to unpack. Vanessa opens her suitcase to reveal a tidy assortment of clothes, accessories, and spy gadgetry packed neatly and divided into plastic bags.

Yes, the kind of bags you fill with cookies or vegetable scraps before tossing into the freezer for that vegetable stock you may or may not actually make.

This was in stark contrast to my own method, which was to pack clothes -- some of which might have been clean -- into a decrepit suitcase WITHOUT WHEELS -- and cross myself before hauling ass to the airport.

Yes, Miss Kensington, I am disappointed in past me, too.

But I never forgot about Vanessa and her freezer bags. It was so in character for the organized, utterly prepared Miss Kensington. And also because it’s such a great idea. Everything is easy to see and find, and can be left in their bags until they are needed. You can press the air out of bags to compress the contents, and thus you can fit more stuff into your bag.

It took me a while to adopt this method, because I am a messy beast and a procrastinator. And there was something sort of glamorously messy in running off to the airport, as though I were always on the road, and on the run.

This was a terrible method. I’d leave behind items I wanted to bring, and what stuff I did bring would look terrible, be inappropriate for the occasion, or be not as clean as I’d thought. But what choice did I have?

I guess I could have shopped at my destination but if you’re not wearing straight sizes it might still be a crapshoot depending on where you go. Even if you did find a place that could sell you clothes that fit and, even better, you liked and could afford, that’s still time you’ll have to spend buying clothes when you could be, I don’t know, drinking vinho verde at a bar located on top of a multi-story parking garage in Lisbon.

A few times I tried rolling my clothes, which is supposed to make them less wrinkly and afford you more room in your bag. That only works for skinny people, I am convinced. A pair of XXS yoga pants will roll into something not much bigger than a falafel wrap. My XXL cargo pants from Old Navy will not get any smaller than, say, a steak burrito. And shoving underpants into a pair of Toms doesn’t say packing technique or hack so much as utter desperation when your knickers are typically bigger than a tortilla.

Freezer bags, that’s my number one piece of advice. Treat yourself to the kind that zip, as they are just a few cents more than the kind that don’t. Fold or even roll your clothes up. Insert into bag, compress to get the air out, then zip shut. They’re also handy for packing liquids -- dressing, foundation makeup, and lube which, should they spill, should be pretty well contained.

Make a list of what you intend to bring, and cross each thing off as you pack it away. The internet abounds with packing list generators. I don’t have a specific recommendation, but the ones that ask you where you go and when you are going tend to be decent because they can give you the weather forecast and perhaps even recommend places to eat lunch.

We can have a long discussion about carry-on luggage and maybe one day we will, but for now let me say: whatever you pack make sure it fits in the overhead bin. If it doesn’t, check it like a good girl and vow to do better next time.

But if you’re like me and do only carry-on luggage, do not pack any more than you yourself can carry. If you have mobility or health issues that prevent you from doing so, remember to thank whoever ends up managing your bags for you, at your direction. I’m trying to find a way to express this without sounding like an ableist shithead so weigh in if you had advice on that point.

I think when it comes to figuring out what to wear, I say this: wear whatever you want.* Layers are key, that’s what everybody says, but those layers need to breathe no matter where you are.And check the weather before you go. I didn’t before a nine day trip to England when it always seemed to be on the verge of raining without actually providing the relief of precipitation so I felt like the entirey city of London was sweating upon me, all while wearing jeans with long sleeved cotton t-shirts, and I was miserable. But worse than that I was too stubborn to just go to the Evans in Oxford Street or the Selfridges, also in Oxford Street, and buy myself something.

*The one thing I will do, in following the advice of travel professionals and those travel bloggers who post shit like text posts that say “Not All Who Wander Are Lost” without any kind of irony, is keep my travel wardrobe in the same color family. Pick three colors, neutral or not, and just go for it. When I went to Lisbon in 2016, this is what I packed: https://www.instagram.com/p/BDfeHemRuUk/.

I once spent nine days in Ireland with no trousers/pants except these fancy hiking pants I got at Columbia. I hiked exactly twice during that trip, and the rest of the time I walked around Dublin and Galway and Dingle and Killarney looking, and sounding, like a sentient windsock. I got stuck on the hiking part instead of focusing on the fact that I’d spend most of my time walking around cities, drinking and eating and occasionally sitting before eating and drinking again. I could have used a pair of jeans, a warm sweater, and ankle boots. I solved part of my problem by buying myself a beautiful Irish wool cardigan at the Aran Sweater Market in Killarney. I love that thing.

Last spring I went to England for nine days (what is it with me and nine day trips to the UK?) and did more hiking but instead of bringing proper hiking boots I brought LL Bean boots. They were okay for tromping in mud. Not so much for going up steep hills as I am passed by surly French teenagers wearing Adidas.

I think the moral of the story here is I should give up on hiking as an activity. That, and I need to be more honest with myself about what I can and am willing to do when I got on vacation.

But for, say, three days in New York over Easter weekend? This was my last trip, and I packed:

light coat or jacket

scarf to layer with coat -- make it big enough to use as a blanket on the plane, or shawl for modesty

handbag or purse -- crossbody or GTFO

special outfit or dress -- I went to Le Bernardin with my brother for lunch on my birthday, and I wore this Target x Victoria Beckham collared shift. There were rabbits embroidered on the collar tabs. It was the best.

two shirts -- both were long-sleeved

black Old Navy pixie pants -- no pockets but comfortable, and more elegant than jeans

sneakers -- Converse seems to be the default for everybody ever, and I am not special so of course I have owned many pairs though I am down to one pair at the present -- mine are Comme des Garcons because while I am not special I am for sure quite extra

flip-flops for wearing around your hotel room/AirBNB/friend’s guestroom

black leather ankle boots -- sturdy sole, a heel if you care for one

underthings (bra, underpants, garters, slips, socks, hosiery)

jewelry -- just a few things that you might be able to wear at once or put away in an Altoids tin. I wear a watch, stud earrings, sometimes a silver button or a brass heart from In God We Trust that says “bitch please”.

makeup/toiletries

My next trip is London (yes again shut up I love it) and Venice (baby’s first trip to Italy) in September. I have no idea what I’m going to wear. Maybe a trench coat, Hunter boots, and not much else.

The whole reason I wrote this was because @rosamundt asked me on twitter to write her a post about what to pack for some trips she had coming up. I probably should have done this before today, as she has already embarked on trip number one. Trip number two is still forthcoming, a short trip to a large city for a family celebration. My packing list above should suffice, though she may be able to get away with not packing a jacket. And instead of the black leather ankle boots maybe some sandals with a stiff sole. I know she loves those Saltwater sandals but I don’t think I’d want to wear them on the subway. Just as long as it’s not Yoga Slings -- I think those are kind of gross.

#fategist #travel #packing #what to pack #style

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votingisnotenough · 6 years

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What’s the Plan?

I’ve been volunteering for Democratic Campaigns lately, I’ll post links on the variety of ways this can be done later (even from home). It still doesn’t feel like enough. I don’t want to just get candidates elected to try and stop this administration, I want to prevent it from EVER happening again. To do this we need to stop the spread of misinformation, not just from Russian Hackers, but from our own media! That means calling out their lies and keeping an easy to reference guide on their hypocrisy. We need to destroy their credibility so even their own base will understand that they are being fooled.

This needs to be addressed from a number of angles, read below for some strategy ideas:

Trump:

1. List of Sins: We need to have a comprehensive list of every evil Trump has committed before and after his Presidency. Everything that makes him unworthy of his position. Every crime, lawsuit, policy breach, disgusting character flaw, example of ignorance of the world at large, and abuse of power needs to be accessible to the public with numerous sources. With it all laid out it is hard to ignore just how awful he really is.

2. History Review: So many people have pointed out how Trump’s actions and speech are strongly reminiscent of Fascist Regime Leaders. We need to collaborate to actively compare his actions with that of previous leaders of Fascist take overs. We need to educate on how these take overs come to be, to show how slow and insidious they are in nature. We can compare this with his love and admiration of Dictators. People need a reminder that we are not friends with Russia, and that we SHOULDN’T be for good reason. Putin is a monster, we don’t want him running our Country into the ground. The Cold War isn’t over. We are losing. Russia is still attacking our elections.

Media:

1. The FCC has recently turned down the Sinclair Merger, but we should stay vigilant to future attempts to consolidate the media. It’s not 100% dead, but has been tabled for now. We should also keep watching for further influences of Net Neutrality’s roll back that happened officially in June.

2. FOX probably our biggest spreader of Misinformation. Fox News is a giant and has a long history of brainwashing it’s viewers. We need to ruin it’s credibility for good. I think the way to effectively do this is to use it’s own coverage against them. Many on the right have taken Fox’s lead on completely flip-flopping on policies and behaviors they demonized during Obama’s years in office. It’s time they be held accountable for the lies they spread and the agenda they push, trying to get a new Fairness Doctrine would be a good start.

3. Alex Jones and the like, individuals who spread conspiracy like it’s fact and call for violence: Jones has already admitted his persona is an act, but we have to find a way to keep people for falling for these fear mongers. These people are vulnerable and easily led astray. How do we get people to think critically and recognize propaganda?

4. Youtube, Twitter, and Social Media Accountability: Many sites are not doing enough in the way of fighting propaganda or Bot Assaults. How do we force them to take further measures? Taking away advertisers through boycotts?

GOP:

1. Accountability. Stop with the nepotism, gerrymandering, pandering, straw-men, bribery, corruption. Stop making every thing partisan and attacking the other side. We are not supposed to be a one party government (hell two parties is pretty shitty too), but they keep trying to make out for number 1. Putting party over country. We need to have a List of Sins for every member, and likely for Democrats too. Everyone needs to be held accountable for their actions. No more lies and misdirection, no more misappropriation of funds. No more kickbacks and bribes, no more trips to Mar-A-Largo Trump.

2. Overturn Citizen’s United. We need to see who is making donations and where money is flowing from at all times. Get money out of politics, supporting O’Rourke who only accepts small public donations is a great step in the right direction. We need to support candidates that support getting money out of politics and voter reform.

3. Voter Reform as I said above this is a big one. Everyone should be registered the moment they turn 18, given a voting ID Number, AND information about when elections take place, who is running, and where to vote needs to be mailed to every home in America. No one should be out of the loop and voting should be a convenient holiday.

Physical Action

1: We need to take to the streets in mass protests. Day long chains and marches. The only we can do this is if we unite. We need a symbol and ideals we can all unite behind. We need to come together and start a new movement that appeals to all who feel lost and broken by this administration.

I said a lot tonight and I’m getting tired. Sorry for any typos, I am getting drowsy. I don’t know if anyone will see this, but please if you are interested in helping with any of this contact me. I want to eventually set up a discord to collaborate with others and consolidate all research. I’ll try to keep doing research on my own and posting relevant articles and news here. I’m just getting started so please follow me and communicate with me about what concerns you about this administration.

#politics #Trump #FUCK GOP #fuck trump #rebel #resist #bluewave #Protest #StayWOKE #america #familiesbelongtogether #voter reform #misinformation #propaganda

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tossacointoyourarchivist · 3 years

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I'm curious about this and have been flip-flopping on it for a while now so I think I might as well ask the all-knowing internet but here specifically

Is making a writing instagram worth the trouble?

I'm allergic to instagram and facebook tbh but I really want to spread my name a bit since right now the only people supporting my p*treon are my two partners (whom i love dearly and their support is still meaningful it's just,,, hard to bring much to the table financially when the ten bucks a month i make come from their income)

Right now I use tumblr, wordpress, and twitter for marketing/general interaction with readers (eventually gonna post some writing to wordpress for free reading- all of which will be sfw, but that’s gonna take a bit to get set up).

Twitter hasn't brought me much luck but i think that's more on me since I don't post a whole lot- which honestly might be the case with instagram or facebook should i choose to use them (assuming the algorithms don’t flat out bury my shit when i do post, but that’s a rant for a different day)

Not only that but the content I post to p*treon is pretty explicit, so would i even be able to market to other platforms?

I tried using a search engine to answer this, but i’m beginning to suspect that certain search engines have incentive to push results that insist these platforms are worth the trouble, i just have to be fresh and business-savvy about it? Idk, social media marketing isn’t my strong suit if that isn’t obvious by now

Perhaps I’m aiming too low but honestly, a few more followers who weren’t originally following me from here or Twitter would be a success in my book. Even just one or two, I’d be really grateful that someone liked my stuff enough to follow me

TL;DR - Indie authors of tumblr, have you been able to successfully reach out to a larger audience by making an Instagram or Facebook page?

#writerscommunity #writers of tumblr #writing #original writing #lgbt writers #writersofig #writers #writers of instagram #writers of wordpress #fanfiction #fanfic #fanfic writing

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adotblog · 6 years

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Brave Part 16

Pairing: LMM x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Swearing, Cheating!

Words: Too many!

Uhh, Lin?”, you call from the sofa, where you are nursing a hangover. “Why have I gained 3000 Twitter followers overnight? I feel like that has something to do with you…”. He comes over, still rubbing sleep from his eyes and clutching an empty coffee cup. “I…think I tagged you in something…check your mentions”, he says. Sure enough there’s a tweet from Lin’s mom. You scroll back further and further to find the start of it all. Aha:

@lin_manuel Mmph @ytwitterhandle makes the BEST cookies.

@ltmphd @lin_manuel She does! Also those brownies last week were so good!

Innocent enough but Lin’s eagle-eyed followers had spotted that you’d met Lin’s Mom twice in a week and started putting two and two together in the replies:

@dothama yo, @ninarosario you said you’d heard he got a girlfriend…

@ninarosario @dothama yeah but have you seen her avi? He could have anybody he wants!

And so it went on, Sure there were some nicer comments but there were a lot that were just mean.

Lin finally hands you a cup of coffee as he sits next to you. “Sometimes people can be a little overzealous-don’t read the replies if it upsets you”, he says, with a quick squeeze of your knee. “Yeah, I know I shouldn’t have now..”, you grumble. “Hey”, Lin says, to get your attention back to him. “I’m here, with you, remember?”. “Yeah of course.”, you smile as you put your phone away. But it bothers you more than you admit to him.

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It’s Friday and you’re home alone, which is just fine by you. You’ve caught up on some reading, made a great dinner and a tiny serving of cookie dough just for you. It’s late and Netflix isn’t really holding your attention so you’re on and off your social media accounts too.

Lin is out at a party in some nightclub, something hosted by a producer-nothing you’re really interested in attending. Anyway, Lin has been used to going to these things alone so another won’t hurt. Jon is with him and maybe Chris, you can’t remember.

You get a WhatsApp notification from Jazzy, with a photo attached. She’s sent it to your “HamSocial” group- you, Lin, Chris, Anthony, Jonathan, Oak and Daveed. It’s Anthony posing with Cynthia Erivo with the caption “My man’s looking fiiiine tonight! Xoxo”. It’s a cute picture. There are lots of folks in the background, dancing and schmoozing donors and producers. You spot Lin…and the girl he’s kissing.

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The next message is from Oak:

“Shit, Jas, how drunk are you? Delete that right now!”

It’s been an hour since the picture showed up. You’ve thought of practically nothing else. Approximately 34 minutes have been spent thinking of all the possible rational, chaste explanations for the photo. The rest assuming the worst and feeling pretty fucking angry about it. You’ve spent no time thinking what you might say to Lin about it all. Which is unfortunate because you can hear a key in the door.

In the ensuing 10 seconds your brain rushes through the following thoughts: He wasn’t meant to be coming over. Usually after these things he just sends a goodnight text. That must mean he wants to talk. Which must mean that the photo depicted EXACTLY what you thought it did.

Then the door opens and his eyes find you and you feel even worse. He looks weighed down. Nervous, sad? Something. You don’t say hello. He closes the door and crosses the room to sit next to you and you try to quiet your brain and still the jiggling of your leg. Lin notices and places a hand on your knee to stop it. You give a tiny, wry laugh.

He looks you straight in the eye. “I need to tell you something.”, he says. You nod, dumbly. Numbly. “Did you see the photo?” he asks outright. You nod again and clench your fists too hard, digging your nails into your palms.

Lin sighs and runs a hand through his hair before meeting your gaze again. What he says next is measured and calm. “The woman is Andrea. She’s a friend of Jon’s friend Amy. They were both chatting with us. We’d had champagne, maybe too much…she’s flirting with me.”. You swallow hard and look at the floor as he continues. “It’s loud, so she leans over to shout in my ear, I don’t hear her so I ask her to repeat it and she just rolls her eyes, grabs me, and kisses me. Took me totally by surprise.”.

You exhale sharply. “That the whole story?”, you ask. “Yes.”, Lin says. Then he rubs a hand across his eyes. “No. It’s not. I kissed her back.”

Your stomach flip-flops. “What?!”, you almost whisper. “Just for a second or two!” You put your head into your hands as he describes what happened. “Then I stopped her, I tell her I have a girlfriend, she laughs and asks why you’re not there”. (You snort incredulously) “I tell her it doesn’t matter, I still have a girlfriend, so I’m not interested. She kind of scoffs at me and flounces off. I told Groff what happened and I left straight away. I got one block before I saw Jasmine’s message and realised she’d photographed the whole thing. So I came here”. He sighs and sits back against your couch.

You take a deep breath but you don’t say anything just yet. Lin is staring at you, desperate for you to speak.

“It was so quick, and I’d been drinking…”, he says feebly. “Oh well that’s ok then”, you goad. “I didn’t ask her to kiss me, it was totally uninvited.”, Lin says, more assertive now. “Look, a woman came on to me, it happens”.

“Oh fuck you! I’m so famous, I’m so popular, women just THROW themselves at my feet!”, you say sarcastically. “For God’s sake, Y/N that’s not what I meant and you know it!”, Lin says animatedly. “Do I?! No I don’t!”, you shout. “This fucking pathological need to be admired and liked is just prime territory for ‘Oh she needed a ride home, Oh she just HAPPENED to come to my dressing room’. Your boundaries are fucked-you’re so eager for the attention!”. “That’s not fair. You make me sound like a fucking creep!”, he returns.

A feeling of dread creeps into your stomach. “Fucking EVERYBODY knows”, you grumble. “I asked Jas to delete the message”, says Lin. “Of course you did”, you scoff. Lin shakes his head “Look, Y/N, I’m sorry, I really am. Someone came on to me, I told them no. End of story!”. “Lin! A picture of my boyfriend kissing someone else was just sent to several of my friends and colleagues-can you just let me be pissed about it?! Will you stop trying to just neatly tie it all up in a fucking bow and move on?! JESUS.”

You’re standing now, pacing alongside the windowseat. You stop as something hits you. “You came when you saw Jasmine’s message.”, you repeat. “So you weren’t going to tell me about this otherwise?! UGHHHH!”, you shout and throw your hands in the air in frustration.

“That’s not what I meant…”, Lin says calmly. “I meant I knew I had to come NOW, not wait til morning.”. You know he’s telling the truth, but it isn’t calming you down yet. Lin just watches you pace, waiting for you to talk. Eventually you stop. Your WhatsApp notifications have been going crazy this whole time and you stop to check them. Jas has sent three messages apologising, saying she didn’t realise, she’d never hurt you, she doesn’t know what happened with Lin and the girl. You send her a holding message, telling her you’re ok-otherwise she’d worry all night.

The other messages are on the group chat-

Daveed: The fuck, Lin?

Chris: Cut that shit out, y’all know Lin ain’t cheating on Y/N. Let’s all pretend we never saw that and mind our damn business, alright?

Lin: I’m going to Y/N’s place now. Nothing happened, and fuck you guys if you did think I’d cheat!

Chris: Alright, that’s it, I’m deleting this group. I’ll create a new one when y’all learn to communicate like fucking adults.

*the administrator deleted this group*

“This is so humiliating.”, you whisper. “Y/N, don’t you trust me?”, says Lin wearily. “It’s not about that, Lin”, you reply. “Of course it is, you either trust that I won’t cheat on you, or you don’t!”, he says, frustration all over his face. “This isn’t about you! It’s about how it makes ME feel! To know that women are just gonna kiss you like that, and that that means I’m relying on you to be sober enough and happy enough to rebuff them. That’s a fucking lot.”, you say as you sit down, still not looking at him.

“Y/N, I didn’t cheat on you-it’s not like I went home with her, like I slept with her”, he says. “I know you didn’t. But here’s what happened: some woman you barely know makes a pass at you and your first instinct is to kiss her back.”, you say. His face drops. “I’m not an idiot, Lin-you’re rich, famous and hot, I realise that people are going to come on to you. What I’m wrestling with is the possibility that I’m not enough, that what we have is not enough, to override that need for validation and stop you from…from kissing back, or worse.”.

“Y/N”, he begins. You interrupt. “I’m sorry, I need you to not be here right now.”, you say calmly. Lin looks up in surprise “Y/N, no!”. You shake your head firmly. “No, go home. I’ll come by in the morning. I need you to go.”. He stands up, looking utterly shell-shocked. “I’ll see you tomorrow”, you repeat as you close the door behind him.

You sit on your window seat and take a deep breath. You see him walking away from your building, phone to his ear, probably talking to Chris. You pick your own phone up and call Jasmine, who answers after just one ring.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry, I had no idea! I didn’t check the photo and..”. “Jazzy, it’s ok, I’m not mad at you”. You hear her sigh with relief. Then she asks “Did you talk to Lin?”. “Ugh, yeah I did. Says this woman came on to him, kisses him, he kisses back for a second then stops her, says he has a girlfriend.”, you sum up.

“Shit. Well, he stopped her, that’s the important thing”., Jas says. “Sure, but he kissed her. What if he’d had more to drink? Where’s the tipping point that makes him go home with her?”, you ask. “Come on, it was just a kiss-it’s not really cheating.”, Jas says. “It’s not that simple.”, you say. “Anyway, I gotta go.”. You reassure her that you’re ok and say goodnight. Then you drag yourself to bed and sleep fitfully until morning.

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You’re up early, having barely slept anyway. You get the subway down to Lin’s apartment and ring his bell at just 8am. He buzzes you in immediately and is waiting with the door open when you emerge from the elevator. You give him a small smile and hug him on your way in.

You take a seat at the counter and he sits opposite you, hands clasping his coffee mug. “I didn’t exactly sleep”, he says, gesturing towards the coffee. “Me either.”, you say.

“Look, yesterday was a lot for me. I spent the morning having strangers on Twitter commenting how you can do better, I’m trying to understand how I’m supposed to deal with that kind of attention and then that kind of attention ends up kissing my damn boyfriend.”. Your tone is slightly joking and Lin smiles a little.

“I realise you didn’t intend to cheat on me. I know that most people wouldn’t consider kissing someone back when they came onto you cheating. I don’t, really. You didn’t cheat on me.” Lin nods but let’s you continue. “But. I’m not gonna pretend it didn’t hurt that your first thought wasn’t to push her off you. Maybe that’s naive or unrealistic of me, but that’s how I feel.”.

You sigh before you continue. “I guess what I’m saying is, I got a brutal insight into the shitty baggage that comes with Lin Miranda and it scared the crap out of me.”

Lin gives a small chuckle at your phrasing. “Ok The Twittery, attentiony stuff first. I’m not going to sit here and promise that everything is always going to be rosy for us. People know me, and that means unwanted attention for both of us. Is it easy? No. But there’s not a great deal I can do about it except compartmentalise where I can-try to keep you protected from as much of that as possible.”.

He waits a beat, then says “Last night. I might not have cheated, but I overstepped a mark. I should’ve shut that shit down immediately. I’ve been trying to remember, did I flirt with her? Lead her on? I don’t think I did but what you said yesterday about my boundaries being fucked up was painfully true. I do want everyone to like me and it does land me in trouble sometimes.”

You nod. “I know that you’re gonna be wondering if I kissed her back because I’m secretly unhappy”, he says. That hits you like a ton of bricks. He has you all figured out. “I promise you that if I’m not happy in our relationship then I’ll tell you, you’re not going to find that out by discovering me cheating on you.”. You go to say something but he cuts you off. “I know, I know that’s exactly what happened to you before, but I’m not like that, and you do know that. I see how scared it makes you, but I think you know I wouldn’t.”, he says.

“I think I do know that. But all this attention, and the shit that goes with it…I don’t know how well I’m going to handle that.”, you admit. “Me either, and I’m not gonna apologise for other people’s actions, present or future”, he says. “But I apologise for last night, and I promise you it’ll never happen again.”.

“Ok.”, you say. “Ok? We’re good?”, he asks, voice tinged with hope. You nod and say “I’m still gonna be a little pissed but I’ll get over it”, you shrug. Lin’s composure finally breaks as he exclaims “Thank god!” and rushes to your side of the counter, wrapping you in a hug. He pulls back and kisses you firmly and briefly. “I’m not sure I deserve you”, he says. “Eh, I’m not sure you do either”, you joke as you go to kiss him. “I love you”, you say.

Lin’s face is pure relief. He sighs. “I love you too. You’re the only person I want to see naked”, he says with a grin, trying to make you laugh. It works. He takes you hand and tugs at it. “What, right now?”, you laugh. “Uhh can you think of a better time for me to demonstrate that I’m interested in only you?” he jokes. “Lin, I don’t need you to demonstrate anything…”, you protest even as you fall into his arms. He kisses you and says against you lips “I know that, I just really badly need to fuck you right now, is that ok?”. You answer by leading him towards the bedroom.

You strip off your clothes and fall back onto the bed holding out your hand for him to come to you. He sheds his clothes and climbs onto the bed to hover over you, settling between your raised legs. His pelvis is against yours, skin on skin. He’s already hard, and every movement rubs against you in all the right places. His head dips to yours and he spends the longest time just kissing you, slow and soft turning to fast and desperate as your bodies grind against one another.

For a second he stills his hips, pulls his head back to look at you, really look at you. He gently pushes your hair away from your face and smiles as he runs his thumb over your cheek bone. Then his hand is in between your bodies and he’s pressing straight into you. There’s no foreplay, save the kissing, so desperate is the pull to be joined together again. You give a moan as his full length is inside you but any further sounds get muffled by kisses.

There’s barely an inch of your body which isn’t pressed into his, your breasts against his chest, arms linked around his neck as he moves in you. He never stops kissing you, and you’re glad of it-you need so badly to really feel him, to feel the lust and love between you. He’s been keeping a steady rhythm, just barely withdrawing on each thrust, filling you exquisitely. You cross your legs behind his back, hardly a sliver of light between your bodies now. He responds with an increase in pace, which sends him over the edge. He moans into your kiss as he cums, hips stuttering against yours, ecstasy all through his voice. He collapses on top of you as he recovers, laying a kiss or two against your neck.

After a minute he rolls off you, then recaptures your lips. His hand at the side of your face holds you in place. Your tongue is on his and you lay a hand across his belly, feeling the muscle underneath.

Pulling away from him, you settle into the crook of his arm. “Love you”, you state simply. “Te amo”, he says as he wraps both arms around you and holds you tight.

#lmm x reader #lin x reader #lin manuel imagine #lin manuel x reader #rpf #hamilton rpf #reader insert

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