#oh I think the internet went wild when these were released
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Title: Idiot
Pairing: Dom Mysterio x Reader
Prompt: N/A
Word Count: 1236
Dom knew that it was only a matter of time. You had been incredibly up front with him about your past with Finn whenever he joined Judgement Day. A few other wrestlers knew about your past relationship with the Irishman, but for the most part, Creative had no idea. At least they hadn't until Becky's book was released and the internet seemed to go wild over the news.
You had been put in romantic storylines before, ones that Dom hadn't cared so much about. Guys like Grayson and Austin weren't really your type. If anything, Dom had been more upset whenever people pointed out the way you had looked at Tegan more than whenever you were pretending to pine after Waller at NXT.
Watching you hang off of Finn's arm for the backstage segment made Dom's blood boil. For the past few weeks, Dom hadn't been able to get the image of you doing the things for Finn that you did for Dom. It didn't help that you seemed to genuinely work Finn up whenever you had your hands all over him.
"Come back with those title belts, and I'll see what I can do for you baby," you told Finn. You dragged your hand along his chest slowly, fingers pressing in just a little. Finn bit his lip as he looked at you, nodding subtly before he walked off screen. The cameras cut and almost immediately, you hopped over to Dom and Rhea.
"I don't think that was very PG," Rhea teased. You rolled your eyes as you tried to move into Dom's arms before he had to go out. Dom usually opened right up so you could stand with him, but tonight, he seemed a bit closed off.
"Hunter wants it to feel natural, that's all," you told her. Rhea knew that you'd never do something to hurt Dom, not knowingly. This was just work, and Dom had promised that he understood it before you agreed to the angle.
"Well, just don't overdo it. You know how rumors tend to fly," Rhea warned you. Dom walked away, moving to walk out. You frowned at the way that he hadn't even acknowledged you. Dom wasn't like that, he never had been with you.
You hoped that it was just his nerves, but even after the match, Dom wasn't acting like himself. You weren't sure what to do as you went out for your own match. He was usually there to give you a good luck kiss, but Dom was nowhere to be seen. However, when you turned around, Finn was there with a camera crew behind him.
"I know that I didn't come back with the title, but that doesn't mean you can't. Kiss for luck?" Finn looked a little reluctant to be standing there. You swallowed back all of the negative feelings that this gave you to press a kiss to Finn's cheek. He sent you an apologetic look as you walked through the curtains.
It should have been the best match of your career, but instead, all you could think about was how Dom hadn't been there for you. You went out to win your first title, and Dom hadn't come out to see you. The excitement of it was drowned out by feeling like you were completely alone. Tears were flowing down your cheeks, but they weren't happy ones for all of your hard work paying off.
Every single congratulatory message from your friends and coworkers backstage only made you cry even harder. All you wanted was for Dom to wrap you up in his arms and tell you he was proud of you or that he loved you. Instead, you had nearly everybody else on the roster telling you how good you were, but you couldn't enjoy it. You couldn't bask in the glory of nearly a decade of hard work.
"Uh oh, those aren't happy tears." You turned around at the sound of Tyson Kidd's voice behind you. He had always been like your big brother, watching your back whenever you didn't think anybody was paying attention to you. "You just won the big one, what's wrong?"
"Dom, he isn't here. He's the only person I want to see right now, and he's not here. Where is he? What did I do? It's like he hates me," you cried. Tyson pulled you into a tight hug, holding you as you let out sob after sob. It would have been a sweet moment, something the social medias would have wanted if only you weren't so upset.
You were so caught up in crying and ranting to Tyson that you missed Dom walk up with Rhea and Damian at his sides. He looked like a kicked puppy as he stood behind you, waiting for you to finish. Tyson gently pried you away from him and directed you towards Dom, who looked extremely guilty. Damian and Rhea looked livid as they both glared daggers at the young man standing in between them.
"Ash, baby, I'm sorry," Dom apologized. He took a step towards you and knelt down in front of you. You glanced down, unsure of what to say or do. "I've been an asshole all night, and I don't deserve to celebrate with you, but I am begging you to please not shut me out. I should have kissed you before you went out. I should have been the first person to congratulate you because you've done all of those things for me. I was being a stupid asshole, and I am sorry."
"Why Dom? What's been going on with you because it hasn't just been tonight that you've acted like that?" you asked him. Dom sighed as he stood up again. He didn't want to admit his feelings, they made him feel ridiculous. Dom trusted you not to do something like cheat on him, but he was terrified that you'd realize you still loved Finn.
"I realized that I did not like the way that you looked at Finn. It was like you loved him still. Every time that I closed my eyes at night, I saw you running back to him because he's better than me. He never would have treated you how I was, and honestly, you deserve better than me. You really do," Dom told you. You knew that Dom could be difficult at times, but you felt like you had loved him since you were at the PC together.
"You're right, I deserve better than how you've been treating me. That is exactly why you're going to treat me better than that Dom. You'll treat me how I deserve. You'll be there for me when I need you because I can't be made to feel like this every single time that you get jealous," you told him. Dom nodded as he stood up.
"Can I please have a kiss?" Dom asked you. You practically launched yourself into his arms. He pressed several kisses to your jaw as he held you. You broke into a new fit of tears, this time happier than the ones you had just shed. Dom wiped them away, muttering how proud he was of you as he did so. It sort of made it worse, but Dom still happily kissed away each of your tears as they fell before his lips settled against yours. "I am so proud of you. My precious champion."
#wwe x reader#my writing#one shot#wwe#dom mysterio x reader#dom mysterio#the judgement day x reader#the judgement day
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Oh I almost missed the dabble event! Aaaa I'd love to suggest Reki and Langa from Sk8! I hc that once Reki got over his jealousy towards Langa's fast learning, he'll still occasionally feign annoyance when Langa takes like under 10 minutes to learn a new trick and uses that as an excuse to tickle him to bits bc like how dare he be so good and amazing and gorgeous and wait--
Headcanons To Dabbles: Officially CLOSED!
Let's gooooo! Time for some good ol' Renga! I've gotcha covered, anon!
“Like this?” That was usually a sign Langa was about to absolutely nail a trick he and Reki saw on the internet. The redhead sat back as he watched Langa gain speed, flying off the nearest handrail and executing the trick flawlessly. When he landed, he looked back at him with wide, astonished eyes. “Oh, I did it!”
“Oh, you-” Reki got up, eyes unreadable. Then he was closing the distance between them in seconds, gathering Langa up in his arms with tickly fingers. “How dare you be so freaking good at this? Tell me your secrets!”
“Ah! Ahehahahhahaha! R-Reheheheheki, come oohohohoohn!” Langa giggled, squirming about as he tried blocking the hands on his ribs. “I dohohoohohn’t know- I juuhuhuhust ahhahaham!”
“Wow, talk about a showoff!” Reki growled, one hand latching onto Langa’s lower ribs while the other worked under his sweatshirt, digging into his belly. “‘Oh look at me, I’m Langa! I’m so good at skating that I can learn a new trick in ten minutes flat! I also like pusheen french fries and snowballs'!”
“Poohohoohutine! Phoohohohohutine, Reki!” Langa cackled, both at Reki’s terrible impression and the tickles. “And I dohoohohohn’t even like snohohoohow cones!”
“That’s a first.” Reki blinked, still tickling. “You're such a foodie, I figured you’d like everything.” Smiling, he took in Langa’s smiling face. How his pale blue hair fell in his eyes and his cheeks were rosy and he looked so handsome-
Whoa-what?
“Reheheeheki? Whahahhat’s up?” Langa gasped out when the redhead suddenly released him, eyes wide and face hot. “Dihihid…did something hahappen?”
“....Langa. Can I be bold and say something wild to you?” Reki began, voice uncharacteristically shy. Langa blinked, weirdly scared. “Um…okay?”
“I’ve got a big fat crush on you.” Reki said it, face burning even redder. “I think I’ve had one forever now.”
Langa went beet red, eyes wide and jaw slack. They stared at one another for a moment.
“You…you think?” Langa pressed.
“Pfft-wrong word choice. I do. I’ve definitely had one before, and I have one now.” Reki laughed at himself, shaking out his shoulders and raising his chin. “So, there.”
Langa stared at him, nearly unreadable. For a moment, Reki was scared he just destroyed their friendship.
Then he was smiling, eyes misty as he let out a wet laugh. “Took you long enough.” He walked up, pulling Reki into his arms with a gentle kiss. “I’ve been crushing on you since I got here. You’re just- so amazing.”
“Ugh, first you show me up in skating and now confessions!” Reki laughed, the fear in his chest replacing with unyielding happiness. “Can’t I win anything with you?”
“You won me.” Langa smiled. Reki grinned, pressing their foreheads together.
“Best win ever.”
#headcanons to dabbles#tickle#tickle dabble#sk8#renga#fluff#love confessions#They are beyond adorable your honor
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Chairle: hay guys what's up
y/n: just writing up this file
Auron : me too
Charlie: oh I came to ask about something
y/n/auron:?
Charlie: I was reading an article about how our first draft of a book is always s&%×, And I heard that Ernest Hemingway said that, and I kind of wanted to know what he was talking about or what his life story was, so I came to ask you guys instead of the internet cuz you guys make things fun.....
y/n: well you came to the right place
y/n: okay guys sit back and relax while I tell you the life-long Journey of Ernest Miller Hemingway in about 3 minutes
Auron: 3 min huh....ok I'm intrigued let's see you try to pull this one off...rook.
Y/n : Born in Chicago in 1899. Son of a physician and a musician. Reasonably uneventful childhood. Decided to study journalism. Enlisted with the Red Cross during World War 1. Got blown up in Milan and spent 6 months in hospital with severe shrapnel wounds in both legs. Fell in love with a nurse. They decided to get married. He came home to prepare. She stayed there and ditched him for an Italian soldier, which initiated a lifelong pattern of him rejecting women before they had a chance to reject him. (Take note,alphonse.)
(Everyone laughed)
Y/n : Got a job as a foreign correspondent. Fell in love with his roommate’s sister, married her and moved to Paris. They hung out with Gertrude Stein. They kicked it with Pablo Picasso. He started writing in earnest, no pun intended. Moved to Toronto, had a kid, moved back to Paris. Published a couple of books.
Jessie: oh wow
Y/n : Cheated on his wife, got divorced, married the other woman. Converted to Catholicism. Cut his head open after pulling on a cord thinking he was flushing a toilet and instead, ripped a skylight from the roof and smashed it onto his face! Moved to Kansas City, had another kid, his dad committed suicide. He shot a lot of bears for some reason. Had a car accident, had another kid. Went to Africa to kill some wild animals and got dysentery.
(Karma!)
Y/n : Published another book. Moved to Cuba. SHOT HIMSELF IN THE LEG WHILST AIMING AT A SHARK! Cheated on his wife, got divorced, married the other woman. Published “For Whom the Bell Tolls”, sold half a million copies in a couple of months and got nominated for a Pulitzer prize. Cheated on his wife, got divorced, married the other woman.
Seth : oof
Y/n : Became the self appointed leader of a band of village militia outside of Paris and was subsequently brought up on charges for contravening the Geneva Convention, AND GOT AWAY WITH IT LIKE A &%$#*&^ CHAMPION! Got pneumonia, moved back to Cuba and spent most of his spare time on his boat, tracking Nazi U-Boats with a machine gun and a pile of hand grenades! (I AM NOT MAKING THIS #$%& UP.)
Faust: .........0_0
Trish: ...*looks at auron* so when you gona ask her on a date
Auron: *spits out coffee* TRISH
Y/n : Had a few more car accidents, three more concussions, GOT CLAWED WHILE PLAYING WITH A LION. Got depressed, drank, got fat, published a couple more books. Went back to Africa to shoot some more wild animals and barely survived two separate plane crashes in the space of 24 hours; winding up with a fractured skull, internal bleeding, cracked spine, ruptured liver, first degree burns, and a paralyzed sphincter muscle.
Finn : that's not good
Y/n : (Karma!) Won a Nobel Prize. Had a file opened on him by J. Edgar Hoover, left a bunch of shit in a safe in Cuba, and moved to Idaho, paranoid that the feds were following him WHICH THEY WERE BECAUSE HE SPENT MOST OF THE 1940S WORKING FOR THE KGB. (AGAIN, NOT MAKING THIS SHIT UP.) Suffered from hepatitis, nephritis, hypertension, hemochromatosis, anemia, and impotence. (Karma!) Got committed.
Auron:.....hmm
Y/n : Received way too much electroconvulsive therapy and came out all f^%$#* up, started hinting at suicide. So immediately got recommitted. Received another couple of months’ worth of electroconvulsive therapy, got released, put both barrels of his favorite 12 gauge shotgun into his mouth and blew his fucking head off!
WHAT A GUY!
Charlie:.....well I be damned
#yuurivoice auron#yuurivoice#yuurivoice alphonse#yuurivoice seth#yuurivoice charlie#yuurivoice faust#yuurivoice finn#Spotify
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The Chips Are Down
It’s pretty cool when you have created so much buzz for your product that it takes on a life of its own. But then again, that buzz can kick you in the back side when someone loses his life because of it. More on that later.
Say hello to the #OneChipChallenge, the viral dare developed by Amplify Snack Brands for their line of Paqui chips. Created in 2016, the goal is to eat just one of their hottest chips, and this year it is made with Carolina Reaper and Naga Viper peppers. It (the chip) comes in its own special package, and fetches $10-20 online. Score a few points for novelty right there.
Even though social media and the internet are hardly new, it is still kind of like the wild, wild west out there. Anyone can create a hashtag. There is no cost. While intellectual property of a hashtag may be debatable—unless trademarked, of course—there’s nothing to stop anyone from doing this, whether you are promoting your brand, or a rogue user trying to harm someone. The Paqui people were just being cute and clever.
As you might expect, TikTokkers are all over this one. Paqui encourages those foolish enough to try eating this chip to see how long they can go without reaching for water or a dairy product. ¿Quién es más macho? We’re about to find out. Post it and become an internet hero.
Sadly, 14-year-old Harris Wolobah of Worcester Massachusetts was recently found unresponsive, after having eaten one of the diabolical chips. I’m pretty sure this wasn’t what the Paqui brand management team had in mind.
And therein lies the risk in daring people to do something, because as we all know, there are those who will take you up on it. Amplify Brands no doubt saw this as a harmless ploy to sell chips, to get social media attention, and, more importantly, shelf space in stores. Now, I’m betting their lawyers are busy trying to prepare for what will be a most certain lawsuit. That kid’s parents aren’t very happy.
Of course, the packaging does have warnings. In very clear verbiage, this product is to be kept out of reach of children, and is intended for adult consumption. Furthermore, “do not eat if you are sensitive to spicy foods, allergic to peppers, nightshades, or capsaicin, or are pregnant or have any medical conditions.” Never touch the pepper and then “touch your eyes or other sensitive areas.”
Oh, and lastly, “Seek medical assistance should you experience difficulty breathing, fainting, or extended nausea.” Poor Harris must have missed the back side of the package, and whether the posted advisories will hold up in court will be determined.
As for Paqui, they met all of the usual sales and eyeballs objectives. What they didn’t bargain for was all the attention across every kind of media, not just social, but also print, TV, and websites. You never want your name uttered in the same breath as someone’s death. Every ounce of free PR just went swirling down the drain.
I’m sure their food chemists have fun concocting this annual release, trying to find devilishly hotter varietals of peppers. While the Scoville Rating of the blend has not been calculated, it should be noted that Carolina Reaper peppers clock in at 1.7 million Scoville units, and the Naga Viper pepper scores 1.4 million units. In comparison, a common jalapeño packs only 2500 to 8000 units.
And you thought you were the most macho.
I love me some hot and spicy food, especially Thai curries. I nearly always pick green curry, and tell the server to turn it up. I have my own grading scale for heat as well, and the traits are cumulative. At Level 1 my nose starts running. Level 2 adds sweating. Level 3 adds eyes watering, and Level 4 gets me started coughing. I have only reached Level 4 once, at an Asian fusion restaurant in Missoula Montana. Oh man, was it good. Never once, though, did I think I was going to die, although if I did, I would have had a smile on my face.
But as for Paqui and their #OneChipChallenge, all I can say is, “This was a great marketing gimmick. Until it wasn’t.”
Dr “I’ll Pass On This” Gerlich
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Toku anon:
(insert one of those memes of a burning hybe building with, I dunno, Beomgyu eagerly watching in the foreground)
Okay, so the circumstances were very different, since the... infrastructure??... of the toku fandom is a little different. Basically, very few of these toku shows actually have English subs or dubs. The ones that got dubbed were only on TV in a few countries and a lot of them are lost media. The official subtitles, if they exist, are often terribly translated. And if it's available on YouTube, it's often region-locked
Enter the fan-subbers. They're fans who translate the shows as accurately as possible, add them to the show, and then post it on the web for the rest of the fandom. And not just the episodes either: some also translate movies, bonus features, show ads, book/manga spin-offs and (in the case of that show with the bench) audio drama spin-offs too.
Here's the thing: a lot of the biggest toku shows (in terms of fandom) are made by this one company called Toei. For an idea of how big they are: nearly every Toku show I told you about ever was made by this company. They've been making these since at least the early 70s. And a few years back, some fans noticed that one of their leading staff had an official Twitter.
One thing led to another and, uh, the guy found out about the fansubs.
Toei wasn't happy.
And that's the story of why and how a bunch of translated archives were totally wiped off the internet, and totally not archived on a bunch of torrent archives for anyone in the world to totally be able to access if they know where to look.
(whispers) by the way this is sarcasm. They are archived and— uh oh (gets captured by Toei's assassins)
Here's the additional funny thing: the actors don't seem to mind that much? One time, the guy who played Main Card-Themed Protag From Evil Bench Show went to a con in the States, and didn't even think ''hey wait how do english-speakers know about us'' until he was on his flight back home. This other time another toku actor (who wasn't technically in a Toei Toku but still) learned that they stopped releasing DVDs of the toku he starred in, and straight-up endorsed piracy that day. It was wild.
Anywho, to bring this back around, we also have a similar meme for these situations where we're upset at a big company. We call it ''destroying Toei Studios would be even faster! :D'' (insert image of some toku protags cheering in the corner as the Toei building breaks). Ironically that meme is also just a screencap from one of their shows, the words and all.
Beomgyu SHOULD <333
Omg fuck Toei ... like the way they found out they had a bigger audience than they assumed and instead of engaging with y'all they cut u off ... I literally don't understand these companies fr.
Fandom subtitlers and translators are the best people ever and I don't say that lightly like fr they do so much !! They are incredible !!!
I love when actors are chill about that stuff it's so great fjdj they are just happy to have worked on what they did and have fans engage in any way they can. Ugh what a legend promoting piracy we do love<3
The topic of piracy is so interesting because artists are often so split on it. There was a period of time kinda like early 2000s where there was this music sharing site where bascially someone could upload a recording of a tape/cd they had and share the mp3 online to other people who could then download and listen to it for free! So it was pirating music but on a Massive scale because anyone with any computer skills all got their music there. And artists spoke out about it and lots were against it because they don't get paid what they would be due from physical copies bought by all those people. But then some artists who had an anti-capitalist mindset supported it and encouraged it even tho it directly effected their income! It is just really interesting to see
Ahh we love a good burning a company down meme<3 Beomgyu deserves to burn hybe down he rly does
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Are we still Running with the devil? Claims of John McAfee faked his own death stirs Internet
Running With the Devil: The Wild World of John McAfee, a documentary of John McAfee the pioneer of Anti-Virus, released this week on Netflix. It has reignited the curiosity of people, like you and me, about his life and death.
McAfee was found dead (suicide by hanging) in a Spanish jail cell in June 2021. He was arrested in 2020, and while being held there since his arrest.
John McAfee’s ex-girlfriend Samantha Herrera has claimed he faked his own death. On the Documentary Herrera confesses:
‘I don’t know if I should say, but, two weeks ago, after his death, I got a call from Texas. It’s me, John. I paid off people to pretend that I am dead, but I am not dead. There are only three people in this world that know that I am still alive. She continued: ‘And then he asked me to run away with him.’
The Mystery around John McAfee’s Death
Message from John McAfee: Getting subtle messages from U.S. officials saying, in effect: "We're coming for you McAfee! We're going to kill yourself". I got a tattoo today just in case. If I suicide myself, I didn't. I was whackd. Check my right arm.
https://twitter.com/officialmcafee/status/1200864283766251521
To strip up the mystery, some reports also claimed that John McAfee’s death occurred just hours after rumors that he would be extradited back to the US to face federal charges.
Since his death, John McAfee’s widow Janice has demanded a ‘thorough investigation’, saying her husband made no indication he wanted to take his own life. She said at the time His last words were “I love you and I will call you in the evening.” Those words are not words of somebody who is suicidal, Janice added.
Janice isn’t the only one to think that McAfee didn’t die by suicide. Robert King, who went on the run with McAfee and documented the wild ride, doesn’t believe it was suicide either. ‘I didn’t. Why? For many reasons. ‘He was going to fight for crypto. He was going to run for president again,’ King told metro uk.
John McAfee Dead or Alive?
Going by the internet, netizens, he’s John McAfee and anything is possible. Some call him dead while others believe him to be alive.
However, Janice McAfee has hit back and discredited John’s ex-girlfriend’s claims made in Running with the devil.
On Twitter, she posts: ‘Oh how I wish this were true. If John were alive I’m pretty sure he would not be hiding out in Texas.’
https://twitter.com/theemrsmcafee/status/1562211591147474945
John, on 14 Jan 2020 accused his ex-girlfriend, Samantha Herrera of setting him up. This could suggest we shouldn’t trust her blindly.
https://twitter.com/officialmcafee/status/1216989153033904128
Moreover, Netflix has a history of stirring up controversies for the sake of gaining views and subscriptions. They will even ask DALL-E to create an AI-generated video of McAfee admitting he is alive. So people, calm down.
Background of the Anti-Virus Inventor John McAfee
The plot of Running with the devil
Born in the UK moved to the US at the age of 15. In the 1980s he had the idea to start a company to fight computer viruses, and in 1987 founded the antivirus computer protection software, McAfee anti-virus. McAfee resigned in 1994, sold his stake, and began to make public appearances and pursue different projects.
The Netflix documentary Running with the devil explored rumors about whether McAfee actually killed his allegedly abusive father. What we know is John’s father died by suicide.
Also, after college McAfee swapped companies – one of which he was fired from when they found him snorting cocaine at his desk.
The documentary follows McAfee on the run and fleeing Belize police after being suspected of murdering of his neighbor, over a row about dogs. He was later arrested in Guatemala for illegally entering the country, and was eventually released and deported to the United States in 2012.
While back in the States, McAfee decided to try and run for president – in 2016 and 2020.
Around the same time, he announced he hadn’t filed with the IRS since 2010, shortly before he went on the run again.
He escaped on a ‘Freedom Boat’ around the Caribbean and dodged a $25million wrongful death lawsuit judgement in the murder of his American neighbor in Belize. McAfee was never charged in Gregory Viant Faull’s murder.
A year later, McAfee was arrested in Norway… wearing a thong as a face mask.
The then 75-year-old said authorities were not happy he had chosen a thong as a face covering to prevent the spread of coronavirus and claimed he got into a ‘tussle’ with officers and was ‘roughed up' by them.
Just two months later on October 5, 2020, McAfee was arrested in Spain at the request of the U.S. Department of Justice for tax evasion.
Federal investigators said that McAfee avoided paying taxes on his income from 2014 to 2018. The tax-related criminal charges carried a sentence of up to 30 years in prison.
Then in March 2021, McAfee was hit with a separate indictment in Manhattan federal court for an alleged cryptocurrencies scheme he pushed on social media.
He had been heavily involved with cryptocurrency and posted regularly on social media about Bitcoin, even claiming to know the identity of the creator of Bitcoin, Satoshi Nakamoto, of which little is known.
Being held in prison in Spain since his arrest, McAfee was found dead in a Spanish jail cell in June 2021
John McAfee's cause of death was officially ruled as suicide by hanging. He was allegedly found with a suicide note in his pocket. The Catalan Justice Department said 'everything indicates' he killed himself by hanging and this was later confirmed in an official autopsy.
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i fell in LOVE with the ideas you gave me about streamer!eren so here we go! thank you again and i hope you enjoy <3
Jaegerbomb is Streaming
Pairings: Streamer!Eren Jaeger x Fem!Reader
Warnings: None
Jaegerbomb is now streaming
Eren adjusted his mic as the stream began, it was a Friday night and he was doing his usual nightly stream. He talked about it on Twitter so he expected a lot of people to be tuning in tonight, as well as it was a Friday night and not many people had school the next day.
"What's up guys?" Eren said as he watched the views begin to go up and the viewers tuned in.
He watched people type in the chat sending the usual 'hi eren!' or the 'hey eren!' he was used to the these messages, a smile forming onto his face.
"Good to see you guys here again! I honestly have no idea what I'm gonna play tonight but we'll go with it," he said, looking at the different chats.
He began to read the different messages that were being sent, some people complimented him or asked how his day was to which he responded with 'thank you' or 'my night has been great'.
Eren was a popular streamer.
He gained popularity within a few months after he streamed with some pretty well known streamers, his raging and yelling is what got him noticed by people, as well as his appearance. People got a kick out of him all the time and he was definitely going places.
Eren was cute, he had emerald-like eyes, brown hair, a sly sexy smile, and he always looked amazing no matter what. It attracted female attention as well as some males, Eren didn't mind it though, he loved interacting with fans on a daily basis; he also had a pretty big fanbase with 400k followers on Twitter and 90k Instagram followers. They were all amazing people and Eren couldn't ask for better.
His rage was something people found to be hilarious, there were compilations of him yelling at Call of Duty or screaming when playing the popular horror games. There was also this one time Eren's mom walked in and yelled at him when he was being too loud, and people found it to be hilarious.
He called his fans the 'Jaegerists', his fanbase was very sweet and there was rarely any toxicity in it. Which in Eren's opinion, was very relieving.
When Eren got popular he was very nervous of the issues that came with it, sometimes people would recognize him on the street or people in his classes would bring up his streams. It was something Eren enjoyed, but he tended to keep his streaming life out of his personal life. It was also a request by Carla, his mother. She told Eren to be careful and always be wary of the internet.
He did exactly that and here he was now, sitting with 7k people watching him.
"What should I play tonight? I was thinking we could do Cold War or Minecraft, but being honest Cold War is a bit boring right now; so let me know guys!" Eren said, scrolling through his chat.
Within seconds people began replying saying either Cold War or Minecraft.
Suddenly, a few notifications started popping in from a few of his viewers.
jaegerbombfan10 donated 30 coins!
iloveeren_ donated 10 coins!
erenjaeger21 donated 5 coins!
Eren smiled as he got the donations, it was common for his viewers to donate to him and he was very thankful for it. He never begged his fans for donations or any of that and that's what people liked about Eren, he never asked for anything other than love and kindness.
"Thank you to those who donated! You're all amazing!" he said with a smile.
The usual kudos came into chat and people sent in hearts to the chat which made Eren feel 10x more happier, he enjoyed what his fans were doing for him and he was so thankful.
"Alright I think Minecraft won.. so today we're gonna do that," Eren added, narrowing his eyes a bit at the different chats which suggested the game.
Eren skimmed through his computer and began to load the game, it took a few moments but the main screen popped up and Eren put on his headset.
His eyes averted to the chat's people were sending in.
jaegerbombswife: eren u look so good
ereniloveyou_: minecraft is so cool eren
jaegerbombsbiggestfan: omg eren u look so cute right now ❤
jaegerist21: ooo minecraft? sounds fun eren!
"I feel like a mess right now but thank you guys, really. What music should I play tonight? Let me know in the chat," he said before turning back to the screen and entering his world.
It was pretty common for Eren to stream during the night, he doesn't really have the time during the day to stream since he has school and other important personal things to deal with.
He scrolled through the chats with different artists and songs, "You guys want Pop Smoke? I played him last time.. how about some The Kid Laroi? He has some good songs," he said, clicking through to find his spotify.
Eren clicked on a random song and went back to Minecraft, he started by running around and organizing his items because a few people in the chat were complaining about his inventory.
"Oh shush! Not everyone is perfect! My house is dope okay?" Eren said before chuckling a bit.
Suddenly, a few notifications came through which caught Eren's attention.
y/nloveseren donated 500 coins!
y/nloveseren donated 1000 coins!
y/nloveseren donated 800 coins!
That was surprising.. not many people donate three times in a row, and with that many coins either.
Eren watched as the user moved from the bottom of the donation list to the very top, whoever it was, they were donating a lot of coins to him.
"Yo! Y/nloveseren! Thank you for your donations!" he said, smiling to himself.
A few chats suddenly bubbled in.
jaegerist45: damn whoever that is they donated a lot.
jaegerbombsbiggestfan407: omg fr!
iloveueren77: eren i can donate later!
y/nloveseren: of course! ♡ you're one of my favorite streamers <3
Eren smiled at the message, "Nah thank YOU for donating! It's appreciated," he replied.
As Eren continued playing Minecraft throughout the night y/nloveseren continued to donate to him, they ended up donating about five or six times after and it was surprising for him. He hadn't ever seen this person in his streams before, he tends to remember usernames, but theirs didn't ring much of a bell. They must have been a silent viewer.
"You guys can ask some questions by the way! It's only midnight and I really wanna hear from you guys," he said, taking a sip of his water bottle.
Questions began to fill into the chat.
jaegerbombbbb21: eren will you ever play outlast?
erensimp34: how tall are you eren?
jaegerist0123: does ur mom know about u streaming?
erensbiggestfan31: are u single?
Eren skimmed through the different questions, some were the usual and some were odd. "Well to answer, I will play Outlast at some point. I am 6'1, my mom does know I stream, and yes I am single." he replied.
Many reactions came from the chat, people saying how sexy his height was or talking about how he was single.
y/nloveseren: ur single!? holy shit
Eren chuckled a bit, "Yeah I am single.. it's mainly 'cause I never really found anyone who was going to stick around you know?" he said.
y/nloveseren: can i place my minecraft bed next to yours then? ;)
Eren's eyes widened a bit from the message, his cheeks growing a light shade of pink; nobody has ever flirted with him on a stream before. Yeah people have called him sexy or said he was hot, but a flirt was never thrown.
"Y/nloveseren you definitely caught my attention with that.. but sure! I'll let you," he smirked.
The chat suddenly went wild with people sending in messages about what he said, others pointed out his blush or the way he was smirking right now.
jaegerist45: eren a simp? ooop
iloveyoueren_: what? :/ eren what about me 🙄?
erensimp34: SIMPPPP
erenishot386: did u guys see him blush? I GOT IT ON CAMERA
jaegerist219: omg he blushed? y/nloveseren keep talking!!
Eren smiled to himself, "Alright settle down guys! What they said was nice, okay? Nothing serious."
y/nloveseren: aw :( i was serious tho! you are quite the cutie <3 i deadass can't believe you noticed that message 😭!
y/nloveseren donated 400 coins!
"Thank you y/nloveseren! Seriously, you are kicking ass tonight," he said. "I'm definitely not the cutest but thank you, really!"
Within the next few hours, Eren and a few other viewers chatted about new games and a few embarrassing stories Eren told them. The one person who stood out to him though, was y/nloveseren. They donated a lot that night and Eren even chatted with them.
"Alright guys! I'll see you all soon! Goodnight," Eren said, waving at the camera.
jaegerist45: night eren!
iloveeren716: goodnight Eren! ♡
y/nloveseren: night Eren! sleep well <3
Eren stopped the stream and leaned back in his chair, who was y/nloveseren? And why couldn't he stop thinking about them?
-
The next few weeks of streaming were exciting for Eren, a few new games were released and he started playing them for his fans. He gained more popularity from the games as well and he was happy to see new people trickling in.
Though, Eren had another thing to look forward to when streaming.
(Y/N).
He actually ended up finding out her name, yes she was a girl.
During one of his streams he asked a few questions about her, of course she was happy to respond to Eren and he always looked forward to seeing her in his streams. She was his top donater and he was always excited to see her pop in, it was odd; Eren never felt this way before.
She was a fan, someone who looked up to him, yet Eren felt... excited to see her? He would get nervous if he didn't see her join a stream or he'd be disappointed if she left early, it was odd. He wasn't sure why he felt this way.
His fans pointed it out as well, they noticed Eren would smile a lot whenever he spoke to her or he would laugh at her jokes.
Eren never did that, not even with a fan.
He was sitting in his chair, the stream had just started and people began to fill in, he was going to play a bit of Call of Duty and then he would chill.
"What's up guys? How are we doing today?" Eren asked, looking at the screen.
erenfan21: hey Eren! i'm good
jaegerist45: yoo hey!
iloveeren1827: hi eren! how are you?
y/nloveseren: hi eren!! <3
Eren smiled seeing her pop into the chat, "I'm good guys, hi (Y/N). Good to see you," he replied.
As Eren played the game he couldn't help but look over to see if (Y/N) ever talked, he didn't want to miss a message from her. Sometimes he got so distracted he would end up dying or losing a round, a lot of people took notice.
"Bro Call of Duty makes me so mad," Eren said, his brows pinching together as he focused on the screen. "Maybe I should uh.." he trailed off as he looked at the chat.
Suddenly, his controller vibrated and it showed his character dying.
"Fuck!" Eren yelled, rolling his eyes. He then turned off the game and leaned back in his chair, he was clearly mad; his rage was something that entertained people and this was no different.
erensbiggestfan31: damn Eren you're mad again?
jaegerist187: shit guys he might rage
jaegerbomb1782: ah shit, u good eren?
y/nloveseren: eren? are you okay?
His eyes flickered towards the chat, "Yeah I'm good guys! That shit pissed me off, but I'll head back in." he said, pressing a few buttons to head into the game again.
y/nloveseren: yay!! 🥰 happy Eren is the best Eren!
y/nloveseren donated 700 coins!
He smiled to himself again. She always made him smile.. it was something she did to him, she had this effect no other fan could put on him.
"Say (Y/N).. you donate a lot and I always see you here.. yet, I don't think you've ever followed me before," he said, looking at the screen.
The chat began to blow up.
jaegerist45: OOOOO 👀
iloveeren167: oh shit? eren?
y/nloveseren: i'm just shy 😭 plus i doubt you respond to dms
He ran his fingers through his brunette locks, twirling one of the strands in his fingers. "I do actually respond to dms, but you're shy? That's cute lowkey.. I actually have an idea," he smirked.
y/nloveseren: and that is? 👀
erensimp34: A CHALLENGE? y/n omg
jaegerist45: oh shit.. IM INTERESTED
jaegerbombfan20: SHE GETTING BOLD 😩
"If I win this next round of COD you gotta give me your Instagram," he said, leaning back on his chair.
The chat began to blow up with messages of people hyping (Y/N) up, a grin formed onto Eren's face seeing what people were saying. He hoped that she wasn't uncomfortable with what he said, that's the last thing Eren would ever want.
y/nloveseren: bet, deal.
His eyes widened a bit, "Shit for real? Just know I'm not forcing you, but I'm curious about you."
y/nloveseren: nah! you're fine ;) let's see if you win though
Eren smirked when his eyes scanned over the message, "Alright.. say less," he said.
He entered the game and started playing the round, he made sure to keep extra focused so he wouldn't lose. That was the last thing he wanted, he was interested in what (Y/N) was like; she was definitely intriguing.
Eren pressed his thumbs and fingers into the controller, his grip tight enough that his knuckles were white; his fans even noticed and told him it wasn't that serious, but Eren didn't care. He wanted to win and losing is something Eren hated.
Suddenly the screen flashed the victory and Eren put his hands in the air. "Hell yeah! You guys see that? Jaegerbomb is the winner!" he yelled with a smile on his face.
His chat was going crazy.
jaegerist45: YO GOOD JOB EREN
erensimp13: omg nice job eren!
jaegerbombfan20: dude u did so good!!
Eren's smile widened looking at the chat, he always enjoyed his fans telling him he was doing great.
y/nloveseren: you actually won, damn. i didn't think you would have 😭, but since you did.. you want my instagram?
Eren leaned back in his chair, "Hell yeah! Hand it over," he replied.
y/nloveseren: it's y/n.l/n!
He grabbed his phone and went to Instagram, the chat was blowing up yet again when people saw her actually put her Instagram in. They hyped her up and even told Eren that he was a lucky guy for that.
Eren found her profile instantly, he scrolled through her photos and his eyes went wide; she was gorgeous. Eren was used to pretty girls talking or messaging with him, but she.. she was different and he felt it; he couldn't help but stare at the different photos of her in the mirror or the selfies she had with a pretty smile.
He looked at the chat and moved his headset to the side, "Yo.. guys.." he said, staring at the screen.
Instantly people began asking questions. "Guys.. she is fucking gorgeous, (Y/N) you're so cute holy shit," he said, smiling to himself.
jaegerist45: YOOO EREN IS A SIMP
iloveeren3827: awe 🥺
erensimp13: SHOW USSSS
jaegerbombfan20: is she pretty? y/n omg ur so lucky
erensbiggestfan928: simpppp
jaegerist2827: DID YOU GUYS SEE HIS SMILE?
His smile turned into a frown when he saw that (Y/N) wasn't talking in the chat anymore. Did he make her uncomfortable? He didn't force her into sending it, maybe she was uncomfortable and she just didn't want to say anything.
"Yo.. (Y/N) are you there? Shit did I make you uncomfortable? I'm sorry," Eren said, putting his phone on his desk.
He shook his leg watching the different people responding to what was going on, a few people apologized to her; they said that they didn't mean to make her feel weird or force her into telling Eren her Instagram.
His eyes flickered when he saw her name.
y/nloveseren: omg no! you didn't make me uncomfortable at all :) thank you for your comments tho! 💗 you made me smile
Eren felt relief wash over him, "Ugh thank god! I thought I made you feel grossed out! But it's my pleasure.. you are beautiful," he said.
People started to leave messages like 'awe <3' or 'omg guys Eren is so simping right now'. All in all, he found (Y/N) extremely attractive and he decided to follow her, he silently prayed that maybe just maybe.. they would talk outside of the stream.
Eren noticed how late it was, it was currently 2:31 A.M. and he usually went to sleep earlier on Sunday's because of his classes.
"Alright guys! I'm gonna end it here, it is really late where I live so I'm probably gonna head to sleep. Goodnight everyone! Thank you for tuning in!" he said while waving at the camera.
Everyone wished Eren a good night and he ended the stream. He rubbed his tired eyes and went to shut off the light in his room, all he wanted was to relax and get a good night's rest.
He placed his phone onto the nightstand and rolled over to the other side of his bed, his body relaxing into the sheets and comfort of his mattress.
A sudden ping woke him up.
It was odd, nobody usually texted Eren this late except for maybe Armin who reminded him to keep quiet while he studied but Armin was out that night with Annie.
Reaching for his phone, the screen lit up; he had a notification from Instagram. More specifically, a direct message.
He unlocked his phone and noticed he had a dm from (Y/N), she actually texted him; a smile grew onto his face as he opened it up.
(Y/N): hey! i doubt you're awake, but i wanted to message you and say hey <3!
He instantly began typing back.
Eren: hey! i was about to go to bed but i wanted to respond to your message, so you're y/nloveseren right?
Within seconds she viewed the message and began typing again.
(Y/N): haha, yeah that's me! i've been watching you stream for a really long time, but i was a silent fan. i got a job recently and i decided to donate since you have always put a smile on my face lol.
Eren: wow really? that's sick! it's so cool to meet you, i always look forward to seeing your name in my streams 😭. how old are you btw?
(Y/N): it's cool speaking with you too! i'm 19 btw!
Eren was surprised, she was around his age? Some of his fans were under 18 or around 20+, but he was surprised to see someone the same age as him around. Most of the girls around his age weren't interested in streamers or gaming in general.
Eren: say uh.. do you mind maybe, getting to know one another? only if you're cool with it of course
He chewed his bottom lip waiting for a reply back, he wasn't sure what she would say. He didn't want to come off as the creepy streamer who talks to fans and does weird shit with them.
(Y/N): really? sure! i'm down :)!!
He smiled seeing the message, maybe this girl was worth losing sleep over.
-
Eren spent the last few days talking to (Y/N), he would stay up past 3 A.M. texting with her about life and getting to know her deeper.
The two connected instantly that night, (Y/N) was an university student studying psychology and she had a job at a local cafe near her apartment outside campus. She was interested in gaming and she told Eren that she had been watching his streams for a few months, she found him to be entertaining and he was one of the few streamers that weren't weird.
They shared a lot of the same experiences on a lot of things. Eren told her about the many relationships he had and how the girls instantly thought he was weird or boring for wanting to stream instead of having a career. (Y/N) had just gotten out of a really bad relationship and she told him that her ex found it weird that she watched him.
As much as Eren really liked the vibes he got from (Y/N), he was scared to get close with her. Armin warned him many times about how some 'fans' aren't actually fans, they con people and gain their trust to expose them later. Eren didn't want to be used for money or any of that, that would be the end of him.
Still though, Eren wanted to talk to her more. He hadn't ever gotten like this with a fan before, but maybe.. this could be different?
Eren was laying in bed that night, he decided not to stream because he was tired and he just felt really lazy. He was doing the usual, texting (Y/N) and listening to music.
(Y/N): what are you up to?
Eren: i'm just laying down, listening to music. wbu?
(Y/N): i was wondering if you maybe wanted to.. facetime? of course we don't have to but i feel like it could be cool?
Eren looked up for a second, maybe a facetime would be good; it could help him get to know her more and maybe he could find out if she was looking to fuck around with him.
Eren: sure! here's my number
He sent her his number and sat up, he wanted to look decent for her anyway. He fixed his messy hair and tied it back into a bun, then he zipped up his sweater.
His heart began to race, why was he feeling this way? It was just a fan nothing he couldn't handle, he silently hoped that she wouldn't think he was weird or anything.
His phone suddenly began to ring, he rushed over to his bed and grabbed his phone. It was an unsaved number so he assumed it was (Y/N). He fixed his hair and clicked the green answer button.
"Hey!" Eren said, his smile showing as he saw (Y/N) behind the screen.
She giggled, "Oh my God hi! You're so much cuter behind the screen," she replied.
Eren chuckled, "Thank you.. you're very beautiful yourself."
Her cheeks grew hot, "You're sweet but.. what's up? How are you doing tonight?" she asked with a smile on her face.
Eren leaned back in his chair, "I'm doing good, what about you? Do you work tonight?" he asked.
"No I don't actually.. that's why I decided to call you since I had some free time. Are you streaming today?" she asked.
He shook his head, "Nah.. I uh.. I decided not to since I was tired and I honestly was too lazy to get on," he chuckled.
"Oh Jaegerbomb is lazy huh? That's odd, you usually have so much energy." she giggled.
Eren smiled at her words, "Yeah I'm pretty lazy sometimes.. but y/nloveseren just insisted we facetime," he said in a dramatic tone.
She rolled her eyes playfully. "Oh shush! I was being sweet and plus I was bored, so be thankful I asked." she said, giggling a bit.
He ran his fingers through his hair. "Oh I see.. but I am thankful! You're a pretty sweet girl (Y/N), I love talking to you."
She felt bashful around him, Eren had this impact on her and she always had butterflies whenever his name popped up into her phone. He was sweet, attractive, exciting, and most of all he was an amazing listener; something (Y/N) never had.
"Thank you, Eren. You're a really sweet guy yourself," she replied, nodding her head to the side.
He propped his phone up on his bed, he adjusted himself so he was a bit comfortable. "Of course! You deserve it (Y/N)," he smiled.
The two talked for hours that night about so many things. They told each other different stories from their childhood, they talked about weird experiences they had, and they even got a bit personal with one another. Eren felt like that was a huge plus, he could never get this personal with anyone.
He loved the vibes he got from (Y/N), she was easy to talk to, funny, sweet, she matched his vibe and the two got along so well.
Eren had his mind made up.
She was worth losing sleep over.
-
A month or two had gone by since (Y/N) and Eren started talking. They were still very close and they talked pretty much all day everyday, that was something that rarely ever happened with a fan. Most of the time Eren wouldn't speak to fans long.
He considered her a friend, but he knew inside he wanted to be more than friends with her.
He was currently streaming at the moment, he was a bored; not much was going on and he was playing some Minecraft to pass the time. (Y/N) told him earlier in the day that she wouldn't be joining the stream till later because she was working late. It slightly disappointed him, but he knew that her personal life was important.
He sighed, "What do you guys wanna talk about? Ask me anything," he said, looking towards the chat.
A few questions bubbled into his chat, some were questions that he's answered before. But one question actually caught his eye..
jaegerist3452: what do you think about y/n?
He furrowed his brows for a second, why would they be asking about her? Sure, he told people that he was speaking to her and they talked outside of the streams, but nobody really asked.
"What do I think about (Y/N)? Oh, she's dope as hell. I love talking to her, there's a lot more I can say but I dunno.. she might not like it," he replied, leaning back in his chair.
His eyes scanned back over to the chat where everyone was spamming telling him to say it and that she probably wouldn't judge him.
"You guys really want to know?" he asked, sitting up a bit.
erensimp43: yes!! i wanna know!
jaegerist45: i'm down to listen
erensbiggestfan2928: tell us!
iloveeren1010: i wanna hear!
Eren let out air through his nose. "Well (Y/N) is a really really sweet girl, she's so nice and easy to talk to. Not to mention how great of a listener she is, her personality is something I value the most about her; she always makes me laugh and talking to her is my favorite part of the day. Most of all, she's beautiful. She's such a pretty girl and.. damn, I'd love to make her mine."
The chat began to blow up with messages.
jaegerist45: that's so cute man
jaegerbombfan20: awe 🥺
iloveeren_: that's adorable holy shit
erensbiggestfan1083: simppppp but that's so nice
He smiled at the thought of her. "Yeah call me a simp but... she's really amazing," he said.
y/nloveseren: wow 🥺..
His eyes bulged out of his head when he saw her name in the chat, a blush crept onto his cheeks feeling embarrassment washing over him.
"O-Oh shit.."
Everyone began to flood messages about how Eren just got caught, he felt embarrassed and really bashful. She most likely heard everything he just said, what if she was uncomfortable?
"Shit I'm sorry (Y/N).. I shouldn't have said that shit.. we barely know one another and you're probably really upset," Eren said, rubbing his temples.
y/nloveseren: no Eren ur fine! what u said was actually really sweet 🥺💗.. thank you <3
He sat up, "Really? Wait.. so you're not mad?"
y/nloveseren: no not at all! :) i can say the same about you.. you've definitely been really sweet and i really like you
His jaw dropped and a smile formed onto his features. "Wow.. I have no words. Can we text? Please?" he asked, raising his brows.
y/nloveseren: of course <3!
Eren reached for his phone and saw her typing in their dms, his eyes flickered upwards at the chat which was now going crazy over what they both said to each other.
jaegerist45: dude that's so cute
jaegerbombfan20: I'M GONNA CRY OMG
The vibration of his phone broke him out of his thoughts, he went to Instagram to view the message from her.
(Y/N): hey :), i heard what you said and it really made my day. i was having a shitty day at work and hearing what you said made me so happy, so thank you for that. i like you, eren. i know you may not feel the same but talking to you has been so amazing and i would love to talk to you more ♡.
He smiled before sending a reply.
Eren: i would love to! talking to you has made me so much happier and i'm glad we met. everything i said was true and i want to keep talking, you're amazing.
(Y/N): sounds like a plan ❤.
Eren smiled and looked up to see his chat spamming his name, many people took the hint that he was talking to her.
"I got her guys.." he said with a smile.
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Prompts -36 - ‘We’re friends and both famous and we talk about each other in interviews because we're the biggest fans of the other and people ship us.’ except they’re not friends but they meet on like a talk show or red carpet, please!!!
Sometimes it felt like you didn’t stop but you loved your job more than anything. You were an actress most well known for your role in the Marvel movies though you did have fanbases in many other areas.
You had not long finished a new movie, it was a completely new style than you were used to, the role being that of a detective responsible for tracking down a world renowned serial killer.
Now that the movie was finished it was time for the press interviews which you were always super excited for. It wasn’t long before hair and make up was finished and you found yourself in a chair opposite an interviewer.
He had started off the interview by asking you the general questions one expects when doing press for a movie before he had asked you a question that made you smile.
“So obviously a big release in the past few weeks was from your fellow avenger Spider-Man.” The interviewer said, causing you to nod, “Have you had a chance to see it yet? What did you think of Jake Gyllenhaal as Mysterio?”
This would be a bit of an odd question to most people but over the years you’d begun talking more about Jake Gyllenhaal in your interviews than the actual movie you were promoting. It was the same for him too, you were both big fans of each other and it wasn’t long until the internet was shipping the two of you together like crazy.
“I have watched it, yeah, I managed to watch it the day it came out actually. Obviously I think Jake did an amazing job as always, he’s such an incredible actor, you know? I mean this isn’t really a role he’s done before but I think he really hit it out of the park.” You gushed meaning every word.
You did enjoy going online and seeing all the fans going wild over the two of you together considering you had never met the man.
“It’s too bad you couldn’t make an appearance in this movie, I think the two of you meeting would break the internet.” He said, causing the both of you to laugh.
“I think you’re right. Honestly, I tried so hard to be in that movie, even for a second. I went to the big bosses and I got Tom in on it too but unfortunately they rejected my request, so it’s another day in which I haven’t met Jake Gyllenhaal.” You said whilst laughing. “No but seriously, I think he’s absolutely incredible and the way he portrayed Mysterio was amazing!”
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“Thank you for being here, Jake, Tom!” Jimmy said as he welcomed Tom and Jake onto the show. Spider-Man had been out for a while now but the two of them were still going out and doing the interviews together.
Again, the interview followed the same back and forth pace that people expected from talk shows but it wasn’t long before your name was mentioned.
“Is it true Y/N got you involved in trying to get her a part in this movie?” Jimmy asked whilst laughing.
“Oh my God, yes she did!” Tom replied, laughing himself, “So obviously her and Jake have massive crushes on each other,” He said, causing the audience to erupt into cheers. Jake rolled his eyes but there was a smile on his face. “But they haven’t actually met, so when I told Y/N/N that Jake was going to be in this movie she tried so hard to get in it. I think she even called Kevin Feige at one point and asked if she could have an unpaid role in the movie.”
“Wait really?” Jimmy said as everyone laughed along with the three men on stage. “How come you two haven’t met yet? I mean I feel like you’ve been together for years.”
“I don’t know, I honestly don’t know. I mean if the chance was there I’d take it in a second but for some reason we just, our paths haven’t crossed yet.” Jake explained, he really had wanted to meet you for so long but unfortunately it had just never happened.
“It’s so crazy though, I mean you two are friends with all the same people, like she’s super close with Hugh Jackman, it’s just crazy that you haven’t met.” Tom chuckled.
“Trust me man, I know, I’m making it my goal to meet her.” Jake laughed as everyone cheered.
The smile he got when talking about you never went even as the topic changed.
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It was Oscar’s night and you were super excited having been nominated for best actress. You had spent hours in your hotel as you had your hair and make up done before you were being helped into the most beautiful Versace dress.
It wasn’t long before you were in the car and heading to the Dolby Theater. Your team was running through things you needed to know and do for the night and you listened, nodding along with what they were saying.
Soon enough you were in the middle of all the excitement. You made your way up to where celebrities were standing, turning as camera people shouted at you.
You smiled in each direction, making sure to throw a few poses each way too before you felt someone tap your shoulder. You turned around and your eyes widened as you saw Jake Gyllenhaal stood there with the biggest grin on his face.
“Hi!” He greeted loudly, grin widening as you smiled back at him.
“Hello there stranger.” You returned, completely forgetting about the many, many cameras on the pair of you.
Jake opened his arms to you and was quick to engulf you in a tight hug, you matching his grip.
“Thought I’d come and say hi before we never saw each other again.” He said with a laugh, causing you to giggle.
“Yeah it’s been a long time in the making.” You shot back. When he pulled away, he was still smiling, looking at you like you were the only person here.
“Y/N, Jake, this way!” A voice cut through causing you both to jump slightly before laughing.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to crash your photos.” He said but you just shook your head.
“Don’t be, you’re more than welcome to stay, I’m pretty sure these pictures might actually break the internet.” You joked and the two of you turned to the cameras, Jake’s arm resting on your waist as you leaned into him.
The two of you stayed there for a few moments before you were being ushered off and into the interview part of the carpet.
“Y/F/N Y/L/N and Jake Gyllenhaal, together for the first time ever!” The interviewer exclaimed, causing you all to laugh.
“I saw her out there, man, and I couldn’t resist.” Jake said, making you smile.
“I don’t blame you, who knows when you would’ve met otherwise. You both look amazing by the way, who are you wearing?” The man asked as he held the mic out to you.
“I’m head to toe in Versace tonight and I absolutely love it.” You said before turning to Jake.
“And you, Jake?” He asked.
“Well first of all, Y/N, you look stunning tonight.” He said, causing you to try desperately to hide a blush as he explained who he was wearing.
Meeting Jake in person was strange, it was like you already knew him. Somehow, despite literally knowing him for a handful of minuets, he managed to give you butterflies. It was something that had never happened before.
You both spoke about and praised each other’s movies before you were heading off to the next interviewer.
“It was great talking to you guys, you look incredible together, good luck for tonight!” The final interviewer said, something all the others had said too. Despite denying the fact that you two were together multiple times tonight you knew people wouldn’t believe it.
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“I’m sorry about that, I was only coming over to say hello.” Jake said once the two of you were in the venue and it had quietened down significantly.
“Oh please, don’t worry about it, we both know how fast paced these things are.” You said, causing him to nod in agreement. “It was great to finally meet you though.”
“It’s great to meet you too! I really am a big fan.” He told you and the two of you were more than content to talk with each other in an isolated corner of the room before you were all being directed to your seats.
“Are you going to the after party?” Jake asked before the two of you separated.
“Yeah, are you?” You really wanted to spend more time with the man. Somehow in the course of half an hour you had managed to become enchanted by him.
“I am. Would you, maybe, want to go with me?” You tried not to blush, you really did but failed miserably. The smile on your face spoke volumes about how much you wanted that anyway.
“I’d love to go with you.” You told him sincerely.
The two of you were forced to part ways after that as the staff insisted you go to your seats.
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“Jake’s presenting best actress?” You whispered to your co-star as Jake took to the stage.
“Apparently the person who was supposed to be doing it got sick, so they asked him to step in.” Benedict explained, causing you to nod.
Jake’s opening speech was great and soon he was announcing the nominees.
“Here are the five, incredibly inspiring, women who are nominated tonight. Emma Stone, Melissa McCarthy, Margot Robbie, Scarlett Johansson and Y/F/N Y/L/N. And the Oscar goes to…” Here Jake paused to open the envelope, a grin spreading across his face, “Y/F/N Y/L/N!”
In seconds you were surrounded by people hugging and congratulating you. You heard cheering and barely registered the walk up to the stage. You did register Jake wrapping you in a hug,
“Congratulations, Y/N, you deserve it.” He whispered, causing you to blush again.
He pulled away from you to leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek before he handed you your award and gestured for you to approach the microphone.
“Wow, ok, um, hold on a sec.” You said, causing everyone to laugh. “Um, first of all, thank you Jake, I couldn’t have asked for anyone better to give me this award. God, this is an unbelievable honour. Um, I also want to thank Benedict Cumberbatch who pushed me and inspired me so much everyday, thank you. Thank you to all the amazing cast and crew for this movie, you have been so incredible to work with. Oh, I know I’m going to forget somebody. Thank you to my family for believing in me everyday. Thank you to the fans, you’ve been amazing to me for so many years. Um, yeah, thank you so much, have a great night!” You said before turning around. Jake held his arm out to you causing you to smile gratefully as he helped you down the stairs.
Backstage he tugged you into another hug, the two of you grinning like fools.
“I have to get back out there for my category but seriously, that was a well deserved win, congratulations.” He told you, the look in his eyes showing how sincere he was.
“Thank you so much!” You exclaimed, still feeling the adrenaline pumping through you. “Good luck!” And before you could stop yourself you leaned up and kissed his cheeks causing his smile to turn shy.
God, you couldn’t wait to see him again.
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Fully Completely 1
Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), attempted violence, mutual irritation.
This is dark!Loki x reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Series Synopsis: There’s a new face in Birch and he’s come to haunt your door.
Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown, When the Weight Comes Down, and Little Bones
Note: I did not plan to get the first part done so soon. I will probably be setting time aside as I write this to also work on some original stuff. When it comes to that, I’d love if y’all might let me know what you think would be a better medium to release it? Kindle, Patreon, etc. I’m really not sure but if it was Patreon it would like be two series running at once with a chapter of each a month + Q&A and maybe some bonus materials? I am a noob at this shit and it wouldn’t be for a while yet.
Anyways, I’m rambling...
Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)
I really hope you enjoy. 💋
<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!
Chapter 1: She simply slammed the door
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The garage smelled like oil and snow. The cold air seeped under the closed metal door as you sat on the low stool and affixed the new headlight to the propped up Harley. It was only the start of an impractical rebuild; your brother wanted everything metal replaced with chrome. You thought it was obnoxious but the parts were paid for and you could never complain for money.
You were funded exclusively by the town’s club, your garage not far from The Asp where the members hung out and revved the engines you found yourself looking at more often than you liked. You were good at what you did though and privileged for it. You had the protection of the club without having to devote yourself truly to its bounds.
You checked the wiring and rolled away from the bike to change the station as the radio crackled. The snow kept setting the speaker to static and the noise was driving you mad. You flipped the switch to play the cassette stuck in the drawer, the old stereo beaten up and filthy. Springsteen’s gristled tones filled the shop and you wheeled back to your brother’s ride.
With the storm would no doubt come more work. Your fingerless gloves itched more than they kept you warm. Your fingertips were numb as you touched the frigid metal and the sweat of your palms made the fabric uncomfortable. You were used to it, rather tolerant as your task kept you distracted.
You were interrupted as you bent to look under the tank and get a good look at the exhaust and the rest of the beast’s entrails. You had the new pieces still wrapped and didn’t intend to do it all at once. Jerome could wait for his tacky redesign.
A loud banging came at the metal door and you glanced over in irritation. Anyone in Birch knew to come in the painted door to the left and not hit the large one. You huffed and stood with a groan, your hips sore from the low stool.
You fixed the front of your fleece-lined denim jacket and pulled the tail of your plaid shirt from inside your jean pocket. You’d been hunched over so long you were all wrinkled. You went past the large door and into the small entryway off the left of the garage and opened it with a tinkle of the rusty old bell above.
You stuck your head out into the gales as the snow continued to fall and squinted at the man in his thin jacket. He stood beside the long luxury car as another man with wild orange hair remained in the driver’s seat and blew into his hands. They were out of place in the small town and you could tell by the way the man scowled at the door that he knew it.
“Hey,” you called to them, “there’s a place down the street. I don’t do walk-ins.”
“Oh, hello, Miss…” he let his voice trail off as he neared and you stared at him rather than provide your name. His accent, his attire, the curl of his lip, it was clear what he thought of you and the bodunk town, “actually I was referred by an acquaintance. One, James Barnes.”
“Bucky?” you furrowed your brow.
“Mm, yes, that one,” he said, “my car will need detailing. We had some difficulties on the motorway.”
“Right,” you tried not to scowl, “well, if he sent you, I guess I can help.”
You left him and the door clattered behind you. He followed a few steps after as you went to the switch and pushed it to raise the wide door of the garage. You waved in the driver of the car and he carefully pulled in beside your brother’s bike.
He got out and you were surprised by his size, he was taller even then his companion and wider; neither could be described as short. You lowered the door as the thinner man walked along the shelves and the long table along the other side of the garage. The bigger man stood by the car and tucked his hands in his pockets.
“Not much better in here than out there,” the dark-haired man turned back to you, “you have heat in here?”
“You need a better coat,” you said as you rounded the back of the car, “and some boots.”
You glanced pointedly at his leather shoes and bent to reach under the table. You pulled out the space heater and plugged it in as you set on the wood. You cranked it up and smiled at him tritely.
“So, what’s the damage?” you asked as you looked to the other man.
“Headlight, maybe,” he said in a peculiar accent, “some scratches. We had a bit off a run-in.”
You neared and bent to examine the front of the car. You sighed as you tilted your head and clicked your tongue. It was easy enough to beat out the dents and buff out the scratches with a quick refinish. The headlight would need to be replaced and you knew they didn’t carry anything for that model in town. No one there was pretentious enough to drive it.
“If you want the headlight done before you leave town, it’ll take some time to get the replacement,” you warned.
“Oh, and how do you know I’m leaving?” he taunted coyly.
“Well, I know you’re definitely not sticking around,” you scoffed.
“Why wouldn’t I? A quaint place like this, I’m sure there is so much to explore,” he said dryly.
You had no delusions of what Birch was but it wasn’t the part of outsiders to deride the dead end. You stood straight and put your hands on your hips.
“You can go back to your castle, my lord, but you will have to wait out the storm,” you sneered. “Two days for the scratches. If you want to take it back after that and wait for the headlight to arrive, that’s fine with me.”
“Two days for the scratches? Surely you could do it before the morning,” the black-haired man insisted.
“I could but I have other work to do,” you replied, “so you can be patient and take your turn in line after all the hicks who live here.”
You went back to the table and grabbed your phone from where you tossed it earlier. You unlocked it and searched the model of his car and scrolled through the parts list.
“You’re Bucky’s guest so I’ll send the bill to him?” you asked, “though you do look to be able to afford it yourself.”
“You can invoice him directly,” he assured, “so you’re one of them?”
“One of them?” you repeated as you focused on checking out. The damn internet kept cutting in and out.
“My brother, those men in this town, I never knew a woman--”
“I’m not a biker. My brother is in the club,” you assured him, “so that big blond dope, he’s your brother?”
“Regrettably, yes,” he slithered, “Loki Odinson,” he introduced himself as he rubbed together his hands, the leather gloves doing little to protect his fingers, “my driver is Korg, and you’ve yet to tell me with whom I am trusting my property.”
“Again, there is a shop down the street. Prices aren’t bad,” you finished up your purchase and tucked your phone in your jacket pocket.
He met your eyes as you turned to him and he looked down his nose. You kept on and brushed past him as you went back around the car and sat by your brother’s bike.
“Sorry about the boss,” the other man, Korg, intoned, “he can be a bit--”
“Don’t apologise for me,” Loki snipped, “I needn’t atone to her.”
You rolled your eyes and wheeled around the side of the bike, “if that’s everything, you two can head back out. I’ll let you know when the car’s ready.”
“We might wait for the snow to calm,” Loki suggested.
“I close in an hour, you’re not staying here all night,” you sniffed.
“Trust me, I have no special desire to spend more time with you than necessary,” he retorted, “I don’t think I’ve ever met a woman so volatile as you, dear, and I’ve only just met you. I never expected you people to have very many manners but perhaps what I did presume was too much.”
You bared your teeth but kept at your work. You would worry about kicking him out when you finished the wiring.
“To be fair, had you not spoken first, I might’ve assumed you were a man,” he added.
You paused and glanced down at the open tool box. You weren’t unused to the comments, you weren’t girly in any way but it wasn’t like you were trying to be a man. You wore what was comfortable and in your work, practicality prevailed over aesthetic. Yet, your years of ridicule as a kid made you less tolerant of the comments and those had stopped long ago because you made sure they did.
“Oh, darling, have I upset you?”
“Don’t call me that,” you said as you reached into the toolbox.
“Well, you’ve not given your name and I’d hate call you what I truly think of you--”
The wrench flew from your hand as you stood and spun to him. It barely missed his head and bounced off the wall and plunked onto the table beside the heater. His eyes rounded and the other man looked at him. There was a thick silence as you glared at him.
“If you weren’t a friend of Bucky’s, I wouldn’t’ve missed,” you hissed, “now I will kindly, before I reach for a bigger wrench, ask you to leave.”
He pushed his shoulders back and tilted his head as his lips thinned dangerously. He swallowed and beckoned the other man with two fingers. His cheek twitched as if he would grin and he nodded subtly.
“Well, darling, how amusing you are. These brutes must adore you,” he snarled, “the exterior does indeed say it all.”
You bent and reached for another tool blindly. He blinked and quickly dodged as you flung the next wrench and he followed his henchman to the entryway. Your temper was a match for many men. It kept you safe.
“Barnes did not say his mechanic was a madwoman,” Loki called back as the bell rang.
“What, are you going to tattle on me?” You stormed towards the doorway, “you precious little princess?”
“Princess?” he met you in the doorway as Korg behind him held the door open and the snow blustered in, “I know Barnes will do me no other favours, but do you think he’ll do you any?”
“Get out,” you spat and shoved him, “I don’t need men to take care of me and I have no problem in proving that.”
He bit the inside of his lip in a crooked smirk and winked before he turned away and strutted out into the snow, shielding his face from the wild winds. Korg trailed behind him and the door sprang back into the frame. You crossed your arms and glared at the peeling paint.
You were tempted to tow his car out and let it weather the storm but you were smarter than that. If he was doing business with Bucky, you would be a fool to get in the way of it.
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The snow dwindled to a lazy dusting, the ground thick and treacherous. That day, you started early and around noon, you headed across the street to the diner for your usual lunch of a club sandwich and black coffee. You didn’t have to order as all the waitresses knew what to expect. You weren’t unfriendly but your association made many standoffish.
You tapped on the lip of your mug with your thumb, fingers hooked through the handle. The sleepy town felt dead in the winter. You were used to the dullness of Birch but tolerance was hardly happiness. It was home, where you’d grown up and you had no certain desire to get out, but you wouldn’t mind a little more than what was expected.
You yawned and gulped down the last of your coffee. It was bitter and left a few grounds on your tongue. You leaned back and grabbed the monthly newsletter from between the salt and pepper shakers. You read through the fun facts which weren’t very fun or even new. They were copy and pasted out Guinness and Reader’s Digest.
You looked up as you sensed someone approach your table but it wasn’t the waitress. The man from the day before slid coolly onto the seat across from you at the booth and smirked over the table. You raised the newsletter again and folded it backwards to read about the weekly knitting circle down at the rec center that was also the library.
“Good afternoon to you too,” Loki said, “it must be fortune I ran into you, I was hoping to inquire after my car--”
“I told you, two days,” you said tersely as you continued onto your horoscope …‘a new force will bring change’... You hated this tripe. You swore, every month they just switched the blurbs under each sign and hit print.
“So be it,” he cleared his throat and you lowered the paper as he shrugged out of his jacket.
“What are you doing? I eat my lunch alone,” you said.
“Well, to be frank, I was pointed here on the promise of some famous cabbage soup,” he explained as he folded his jacket over the seat next to him, “you looked like you needed company.”
“I don’t,” you assured him.
Kimmie came over and set down your sandwich. She greeted Loki and you saw the way she eyed his tailored suit. He stuck out in the town of flannels and denim.
“Hello, sir, can I get you something to drink?” she asked.
“Tea, English breakfast,” he ordered smoothly.
“Oh, sorry, we only have um, um, sorry, peppermint, earl grey, ginger lemon, and green,” she listed off as she tried to remember them all.
“Earl grey,” he sighed, “and a menu.”
“No, no menu,” you insisted, “and you can take his tea to another table.”
“And when we’re through, I’ll take the cheque,” he ignored you and snickered under his breath.
“Kimmie, can I get a to go box?” you asked as you shimmied off the seat and snatched up your coat, “I have to get back to work.” You took out your wallet and counted out the usual amount plus a tip, “thanks.”
“Of course,” she smiled awkwardly and glanced between you and Loki.
She scooped your sandwich back up and scurried away with it. You felt him watching you as you walked away and went to stand by the till as you watched Nora flit into the kitchen. She packed up your food and returned with the box. You took it and headed for the door, ignoring the arrogant out-of-towner on your way.
“Wait,” Kimmie called out your name and you turned back as she held up your keys, “you dropped these.”
You met her halfway and took them from her with a mutter. Again, he was watching you… or still watching you. She spun and promised she’d have his tea shortly.
“Hmm,” he hummed and you head to the door again, “interesting, I never would have put the name to the face.”
You pushed out into the snow and gritted your teeth. You thought of getting the work on his car out of the way quickly so he would leave you alone but your spite made you want to put it off entirely. Whatever. He’d be gone soon enough.
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And I Owe it All to You
Hello! This is a fic I wrote based on @speakerunfolding 's wonderful Jonmartin scottish cabin comic which I couldn't stop looking at.
I wrote this while watching Dirty Dancing for the first time in many years. Quite an experience xD
Summary: It's a night in for Jon and Martin in the cabin and they decide to pop out the wine.
Rated: T
Word count: 2.2K
Tw: alcohol, drinking and being slightly drunk, minor injuries
Maybe it was the fact that neither of them had gone out much in the past few months. Maybe the Fears prefer their avatars lightweight. Maybe Scottish alcohol tended to be stronger than English alcohol. But the sparkling wine they bought on a whim at the village store shouldn't have had the effect on them that it did.
Having emptied two cups each (Jon was actually drinking out of a mug, since they found only one wine glass, and he conceded the honor of feeling classy to Martin) they have already become giggling messes over some dumb joke regarding one Peter Lukas and a computer that refused to boot.
It wasn't even that funny. But there they were, acting like complete fools leaning against each other on the couch, legs propped up in a completely uncomfortable position on the small living room table (dangerously close to the now nearly empty bottle), holding their cups precariously in one hand and holding hands with the other.
And enjoying every moment of it.
The giggling subsided. They took a moment of comfortable silence to regain their breath and enjoy another sip.
"Can't believe he didn't know he could just u-unplug and replug the whole thing. Even I know that." Jon's speech was ever so slightly slurred, his leftover wine sloshing in his cup.
Martin hummed and then snorted.
"Jon, you barely know how to do that either. I had to teach you how to open new tabs in the same internet window for christ's sake."
"It was a new laptop! All of the buttons were in the wrong p-place." Jon protested weakly, starting to hiccup.
"Sure."
"Prick." Jon nudged him fondly. "You underestimate my vast knowledge of 'modern' things."
Martin snorted again. "Modern, you say?"
"Yes Martin, what do you take me for?"
"An old geezer." Martin tousled his hair gently. Jon leaned into the touch. Then, the words sunk in.
"Hey! Why do you and Georgie keep thinking that? I can know pop culture!"
"Oh yeah? Tell me, what do you know?"
"Uh..." Jon struggled to straighten himself, which resulted in actually sliding further off the couch. "Um...I know S-Star Wars! And uh, Matrix? I think. I've seen it once. Oh! That, that dinosaur movie! And... Titanic?" He finished unconvincingly.
Martin looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "Really, Jon? You're just naming movies now. And not even new ones. Did you actually watch any of those?"
Jon avoided his gaze "I... I may have fallen asleep during uh, during some of these?"
Martin gave him a long look.
"Yes alright, I fell asleep in all of them."
Martin huffed "Thought so".
Jon gave up trying to salvage his dignity, taking a final long gulp from his mug, a small drop trickling down his chin. Martin swiped it away, absent-mindedly licking his finger, not noticing as Jon hiccuped, his face heating up considerably.
"I-I did like the Princess Bride though— that was a nice film, if a bit sensational."
"Hang on. You watched the Princess Bride? And liked it?" Martin asked, incredulous.
"I'm allowed to like things, Martin. B-besides, Georgie made me watch it. Said it was a- a core staple of cinema history o-or something."
"Oh yeah? Did she make you watch those other movies as well?" Martin asked casually, swirling the liquid in his cup.
"Unfortunately yes. She would cruelly shake me awake when I finally managed to get some shut-eye for once in my life. I-it's not my fault the only times I could sleep normally were during those, those damn films! She woke me up for that ridiculous scene with the, uh, the bullets in the Matrix. And that lifting scene in that unseemly dancing movie."
"What lifting scene?"
"That movie with all of the dancing? Th-the one where he lifts her at the end in the middle of the crowd with that song? At least, uh, at least I think there was a lot of dancing, I wasn't actually, hmmm... Focused at the time."
"Oh my god Jon, do you mean Dirty Dancing? You fell asleep during Dirty Dancing?" Martin's delighted incredulity was plain on his face.
Jon scrunched up his nose. "That's the name of the film? Good thing I fell asleep then."
"Jesus Jon. That's incredible, good on Georgie! Heh, at least you woke up for that scene. It's iconic, you know."
"Yes, yes." Jon waved at him dismissively, reaching unsteadily for the wine bottle. Martin gently took it away from Jon and with a much steadier hand, poured the remaining bit of wine into his mug.
"Thank you Martin," Jon mumbled into the cup.
Another warm silence fell on them, lulling Jon into a half drunken stupor. He nearly threw his cup in the air when Martin's words startled him back into awareness.
"I can do that scene you know, that lifting part." He was looking intently at his glass.
"R-really?" Jon hiccuped. "How?"
"I… I had a boyfriend who wanted to try it. So we did. Turns out that I'm good at balancing large things that aren't stacks of paper."
Jon hummed. He suddenly imagined very vividly Martin lifting someone else in that way and felt a pang in his chest. What was that?
Another beat of silence.
"Do. Do you want to try?"
"W-what?"
"Do you want to do that lifting scene with me? I'm sure I could lift you." Martin suddenly sat up, his tone excited and anticipating. He looked at Jon.
Jon shifted. "Uh, I-I guess it's fine? Sure."
"Okay! Let's do it then!" Martin got up on his feet, swaying ever so slightly.
Jon looked up at him surprised. "W-wait, now? Shouldn't we wait? You know, to be less uh, inebriated? Don't you need to see the scene again for a reminder?"
"Mmm. We don't have reception so I can't exactly watch the scene again. But, but I'm pretty sure I can do it now, definitely sure! Come on." He held out his hand expectantly.
Jon took it, stumbling only a bit as he got up. Martin took out his phone .
"I might even have the song saved. Let me check."
A moment later he gave a whoop of success and the song began to play, filling the main space of the cabin with its soft, if slightly tinny sound.
Jon stretched, releasing the tension in his muscles. "All right Martin, where do you want me?"
"You need a bit of a running start, and then you need to jump high right as you reach my arms, so stand over there." He indicated towards the door of the bedroom.
"Right." Jon stumbled only once as he made his way towards the designated spot. Martin moved across the room stopping right near the kitchen door.
The song kept playing calmly in the background, slowly building up towards the upbeat chorus.
Jon looked at him again "I dunno Martin. A-are you sure?" He suddenly felt a bit more fuzzy than he did sitting down. He hiccuped again.
"Please Jon, you're thin as a rake. Have a little faith." His face wore that determined look that Jon couldn't help but love.
"Alright, as you wish." He grinned, proud of his clever reference as he took his stance.
Martin rolled his eyes as well as his sleeves. "Steady on Westley, this is the part."
Jon felt a rush of excitement as he caught Martin's enthusiasm. "Ready?" He asked, bouncing a little on his feet in preparation.
"Ready." Martin crouched a little, holding out his arms.
As the chorus neared Jon, with a wild drunken energy, took his running start, jumping up as he reached Martin, grabbing on to his shoulders for support. Martin firmly gripped Jon's hips, bent his legs and with a strained grunt lifted Jon in the air as the song reached a crescendo.
Jon was flying.
He laughed giddily, stretching out his arms in elation.
As Martin continued holding him in his strong grip he looked down at his beautiful boyfriend. Despite the exertion, Martin looked up with the softest expression as the song kept playing for them in the background.
For a moment everything was perfect.
And then Martin leaned backwards a bit too far.
In hindsight, they should have known this would happen. While Martin was better at hiding it, he was as drunk as Jon. And Jon's already impeded balance certainly didn't help.
As they went down, Jon idly wondered if they could also recreate the rest of the dance if they practiced. And then he hit his nose on the floor.
After a moment of stunned silence the pain rushed in and Jon grunted.
Turns out that while most of him was protected from the fall by Martin's soft and sturdy body, his knee also missed the mark and crashed into the floor as well.
Muffled by Jon's body above him, Martin squirmed. "Ugh, Jon, are you okay?"
When Jon didn't respond, Martin groaned and picked himself off the floor, lifting Jon in the process.
"Oh my god, Jon! You're bleeding!"
Jon's face throbbed. And so did his knee. His hazy drunken state began fading away as the pain sharpened.
"I-I think I hit something."
"I'm so sorry Jon! God, where are the tissues?" Seemingly having sobered up considerably, Martin picked Jon up and carried him bodily into the bathroom. Jon allowed all of this to happen as the shock of the fall dissipated. He let Martin easily lift him onto the sink counter as he shoved a towel into his hands.
"Hold it against your nose while I... Jesus, your knee too?" He stepped back now hurriedly lifting the stained pant leg to reveal the damage.
"God, Jon I'm so sorry. Hold still, I'm going to find the first aid kit. We shouldn't have done this. This was a complete disaster."
He kept muttering irritably as he walked away. Jon sighed and pressed the towel to his throbbing nose. His foggy mind still felt as though it was trying to catch up to the recent chain of events. He spoke slowly, attempting to convey himself with clarity.
"Martin, it's fine. Honestly, I think we both know I've had worse-"
"You nearly broke your bloody neck! God, where's that goddamn kit." He shouted from across the cabin as Jon heard the rattling of drawers being forcefully pulled open.
"Martin, please I-I'm okay. It's just a little bit of bruising. It honestly already feels better."
And it actually did. In the chaos after the fall, they both forgot Jon's... situation. Jon watched as the cut on his knee slowly closed up, leaving only the drying stain of blood behind. The pain in his nose was slowly vanishing as well.
By the time Martin came back holding the bag, Jon already put down the towel and was tentatively poking at the previously bruised spot.
Martin stopped in front of him, looking at him with a mixture of emotions Jon couldn't parse out. He smiled at Martin hesitantly.
"See? Good as new. No harm no foul, I say."
Martin let out a long suffering sigh and took the towel out of Jon's hands. He quietly dampened it in the sink and stepped closer to gently pat at his face.
Jon looked at him. This close he could practically count his faded freckles, follow every line and trace every mark that was so beautifully Martin. He let himself smile.
"I must say, I'm quite impressed by your strength, if we weren't so inebriated, I'm sure you could have kept me up there for quite a while," he said quietly, enjoying the fluttering touches.
"It wasn't because I was drunk." Martin muttered.
"Pardon?"
"I said it wasn't because I was drunk that I dropped you," he said a little louder, oddly flustered. "I was looking at... At you. You just looked... I dunno, happy, I guess? I just never seen that expression on you before and it..." He trailed off, concentrating intently on Jon's knee, finishing up cleaning up the blood.
"M-Martin, look at me. Please look up here." Jon gently tugged at his shoulders to pull him up. At this height, sitting on the counter, he actually came face to face with Martin, seeing his blush and ruffled expression right in front of him as opposed to slightly above him like he normally did
He lifted his palms to bracket Martin's warm cheeks.
"There you are," he whispered and leaned in for a quick kiss. He then leaned back slightly. "You know that I'm perfectly happy. Here with you. Y-you know that, right?"
Martin looked at him for a few moments, then smiled. "Yeah, I do."
"Good. Now, help me down so we can clean up the wine stain, which I'm sure is growing on the carpet right now."
"Wha- oh," Martin said as he turned to see the fallen glass that apparently toppled during the mayhem.
"Yeah. Let me down?" Jon said again, holding out his arms.
Martin turned back to him, a teasing expression on his face. "As you wish."
Jon groaned and allowed himself once again to be pulled, secretly enjoying Martin's burst of giggles as they both walked back into the crime scene that was their drunken night in.
All things considered, it was a pretty good night.
#Ahhhh i had so much fun writing this#While watching the movie itself xD#I hope you like it!#tma#the magnus archives#jonathan sims#martin blackwood#jonmartin#fabric rustles#tma fic#My tma fic#Tma art#I guess#Because its based on it so
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Pinky♡︎
━ WARNINGS ; smut, kinda switch!jisung (?), camboy!jisung, fem reader, male and female masturbation, petnames, (1) orgasm denial
━ WORD COUNT ; 1,1k
As long as you can remember, you’ve always liked to pleasure yourself before going to sleep, it helps you relieve some stress and feels good. So it was kind of a routine for you to search some graphic and explicit videos to help your mind visualising sex scenes and make your body reacts instantly.
So here you were. Naked, your laptop on your mattress, searching for the video that will helps you tonight. You have to admit that the amateur category was your fave one. You were kinda tired of the cliché scenes where the mechanic engineer comes to a luxurious house surprising a naked girl touching herself. It doesn’t feel real. And you need to relate at least a little bit to the scenario.
While scrolling through the page you saw an advertising telling you that some hot girls were waiting for you to fuck her, and you sighed. Theses websites were really focused to pleasure only the man. You pressed the button unintentionally and the least you can say is that it was... surprising.
A welcoming website appeared on your internet page. After scrolling through it you understand it was dedicated to the camboys and camgirls, and it was mostly lives. You have to pay for the exclusive contents but the lives were free. Curious, you look at the boys on air and one of them got your attention, so without thinking twice you clicked his link and started to watch him.
J.ONE was his username.
He was sitting on a chair so you supposed his computer where on a desk. He was handsome. Big browns eyes, fluffy black hair, puffy cheeks and oh irresistible heart shaped lips. He looked almost innocent but his pretty pink lace and barechest make you think otherwise.
You were more or less thirty to watch him casually talks, which was pretty good due to the late time. 2am, and you were watching some random guy talking in front of his camera, questionning yourself about your own life.
« Oh ! He have someone new with us tonight. Welcome to pinkismyfavoritecolor... Is that your username ? » You can hear him softly laugh and you felt your cheeks burnt at his voice. Yeah, you had no idea what to choose.
People in the group chat were welcoming you. It seems like a real safe place for everyone. You sit properly on your bed, ready to justify yourself when J.ONE starts talking again.
« What do you think of my new pantie, then ? » You see him stand up and you have a perfect view on his semi-hard erection, and he starts to turn on himself so you can have a look on his pretty round buttcheeks. Do you like it, sweetheart ? »
Your heart flutters at the petname and you can feel yourself burning inside. Why was it so hot suddenly ?
You immediately type on the groupchat to answer.
[𝟶𝟸:𝟷𝟼] pinkismyfavoritecolor ; So pretty ! You look so cute, I love it
He reads your comment out loud and chuckles at your compliment. Slowly, his hand went down his crotch, palming it while biting his lower lips. God, that’s hot, you thought for yourself and automatically your hand follows his own, it’s like he was guiding you through the screen.
He sits back again, a little further from the desk so you all can perfectly see his lower body and his face. Looking straight to the screen, he keep lazily touch his clothed dick.
« Maybe we should let our new guest decides what I’ll do next, what do y’all think about it ? »
Rubbing really slow circles on your swollen clit, you see the chat going wild. They all wanted you to control him, and regarding the comments that’s exactly how he liked it. To be controled. With one shaky hands, thanks to your growing pleasure, your start typing.
[𝟸:𝟸𝟷] pinkismyfavoritecolor ; I’ve never done that before, sorry if it’s awkward >_<
[𝟸:𝟸𝟸] pinkismyfavoritecolor ; But maybe you should take off that pretty underwear, first
« Don’t be embarassed, sweatheart, I’m your toy tonight. You can do what you want with me. And you can say what you want. »
You whimper when he says that, slowing the pace on your wet part, afraid to cum quickly. J.ONE exactly know what to say, as if he knows how to make you weak.
He doesn’t protest at your request and take off his lace underwear. Now you can see his pretty long veiny cock showing off and you drool at the view. The black haired guy starts stroking himself with his own pantie around his length and you clenched around nothing, a shiver running through all your body.
[2:27] pinkismyfavoritecolor ; I wanna see your cock... No pantie nowhere... He throws it on the ground, Touch yourself and look at me, please.
The groupchat was silent. They were probably as captivated as you were in the boy’s hand movements. He was so slow, teasing himself while letting soft whimpers escape his pretty mouth. His eyebrows were furrowed, which comfort you in the idea that he was having as much fun as you. But he never takes off his eyes from his screen, always waiting for you to give him orders. You follow his path, starting to caress your heat again, with one hand still against your keyboard.
« This is so good, angel... Fuck, I wish it was your hand... I’m sure you have such pretty hands, want you to touch me... » His voice drops low, probably overwhelmed by his own pleasure as you see him speed up his stroke, dick leaking with pre-cum. « So good... I’m gonna... »
[𝟸:𝟹𝟶] pinkismyfavoritecolor ; Don’t cum. He whines and withdraw his hand, teary eyes from his ruined orgasm, his red cock slapping on his lower abdomen. You can see him squirm on his chair, bitting his lips as he tries to control his shaking body.
« That’s fucking cruel, fuck, fuck, please let me cum... » With a smirk on your lips, you continue to pleasure your own wet folds, looking at him beg you, trying to have your pity. The hot knot starts to grows inside you and you feel yourself tense at your digits.
[𝟸:𝟹𝟸] pinkismyfavoritecolor ; Touch yourself and cum for me, you deserve it, so pretty... You saw him taking his cock back in his hand and it took him 3 pumps to finally release on his tummy, back arching and moaning incoherent things.
« Thank you so much... Thank you, you make me feel so good sweatheart. » Hearing his praises was the last thing you needed to cum undone on your fingers, moaning as loudly as him. Luckily, you lived alone. After a few wet caresses, you come down from your cloud to see J.ONE smiling widely at the camera. He seems to be a little bit tired but still manages to answers to his followers.
« It’s pretty late, angels. I’m going to sleep now. Hope to see you tomorrow, Pinky. » He winks at the camera and you can’t help but giggles stupidly.
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Hii. Can I request anything with pre- cult Kai and fem reader with a reader that's really happy and bubbly? It could be a fic, headcanonns, literally anything lol. I love your writing 💙💙
Of course you can love, I hope you enjoy this ❤️
Crushing
Pairing: Pre Cult Kai/ bubbly reader
Words: 1506
Warnings: POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNINGS ⚠️⚠️⚠️ This will contain sexual harassment and assault it isn’t graphic but some may feel uncomfy, this fic also features heavy language
Summary: Kai and Reader have both had crushes on each other but have consistently brushed their feelings off they both felt the other was simply unattainable. A bad experience ends up bringing them together.
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You had always been a bubbly person, the type that usually had a grin spread across her face. You had the biggest crush on your friend Winter’s older brother. You were one hundred percent positive that you were not his type. He was sarcastic and a little mean at times, you were an absolute giggle box who always had a kind word and a smile for almost everyone.
What you didn’t know, was that you were not the only person with a crush. Kai had been mesmerized by the way you floated through life like you had a bubble to protect you from all the grubby thorns that were society. You never caught him but he would stare at you when you came to visit Winter. The entire family loved you actually and Kai’s father would often tease him about you when you were out of the room.
You never expected anything to come out of your silly little crush and neither did Kai for that matter. He had actually put you up on a bit of an unfounded pedestal in his own mind. You were too pure for anyone himself included. He didn’t want to see anyone crush your spirit it was something he loved about you.
Kai couldn’t control the world though, and the world was a dark miserable place that was full of dark miserable people. You were someone who was remarkable though, you seemed untouched by the dark miserable world in his mind. The darkness of the world affects everyone sometimes though and it did eventually catch up to you.
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You had been walking home from work in the rain, face tilted to sky as the soft drops of water tickled your skin. You hadn’t noticed the strange customer who had been watching you at the coffee shop where you worked. You also hadn’t noticed him follow you out of the shop too busy watching your bright yellow converse splash happily in the puddles on the grubby side walk.
It hadn’t taken him long to act when you had turned onto a fairly deserted road. He had caught up to you and began to walk in step with you. Red flags went up immediately in your head but you as always held out hope that maybe this person was just being friendly.
“Hey baby girl,” his tone was slippery and disgusting. You couldn’t help the trill of fear that went down your spine.
“Hey, please don’t call me that,” you muttered, probably more politely than you should have.
“Oh so you’re a frigid bitch that can’t take a fuckin compliment!” His tone had shifted from slick to intimidating in the span of a few seconds. This man was everything your mother had taught you to fear. You also wished you had started carrying personal protection like Winter had suggested, weapons made you uncomfy though.
“Excuse me I need to get home people are waiting for me” you babbled picking up your pace to try and put distance between himself and you. Before you got very far his large hand reached out wrapping around your forearm with a bruising tightness. You yelped, reaching into your pocket with your free hand to hit your emergency dial.
“I wasn’t done talkin to you bitch don’t think I didn’t notice you ignoring me at the stupid little coffee shop” your fear level was almost maxed out now and you could faintly hear Winter screaming in your pocket from where you had emergency dialed her.
“Please I don’t want any trouble, I haven’t done anything to you,” you tried to reason with the mad man. Before the man could utter another word a car screeched to a halt in the middle of the street.
Kai had been driving down the road on his way back home when he saw a familiar polka dot rain jacket being assaulted by some grubby asshole. He had slammed on his breaks and jerked his old beater of a car into park. He flew out of the car dashing to your side.
“Get. Your. Fucking. Hands. Off. Of. Her.” He hissed as he stepped between you and your assailant. The man released her arm like it shocked him as Kai glared at him with angry brown eyes.
“Sorry man, I didn’t know she had a fuckin boyfriend she should have said something,” the man backpeddaled.
“It shouldn’t matter if a person has a boyfriend or not! No means no asshole!” You shouted the fear draining from you being rapidly replaced by righteous anger.
“If I ever see you again I’ll be the last person you’ll ever see fuck face” Kai spat angling himself rven further infront of you as the man ran off.
As soon as the man was gone Kai spun so that he was facing you. His eyes ran down your body looking for any possible injuries. Water dropped from his wild brown curls as he checked you over. He was careful not to touch you but you weren’t having any of that, you launched yourself into his arms your own wrapping around his surprisingly muscled middle.
“Thank you, you saved my ass,” you mumbled into his soaked t-shirt, happy that the rain was hiding your tear stained cheeks.
“You scared me to death, let’s get you home,” he brushed off your thank you. Like he could let someone try to hurt the only good thing in his world. He guided you to his car that was still parked in the middle of the road with the engine running.
Once you weee safely inside and he was driving again he turned to you. You couldn’t help the heat that filled your cheeks at his pointed gaze. You had never been alone like this with Kai before and it was frankly overwhelming.
“Why were you walking home, I know you have a car?” Kai asked his tone still full of worry. He would personally pay to have your car fixed if it was out of commission.
“I always walk when it’s raining, rain is my favorite” you blushed at how childish it sounded coming from your mouth. He let out an exasperated chuckle.
“Of course you do! Your a living breathing chick flick!” His tone was exasperated but lighthearted in a way.
“Hey! I resent that!” You shot out indignantly, “if I were a living breathing chick flick I would get the guy.”
Kai couldn’t help but look at you like you were dumb his brown eyes scanning your face to make sure you weren’t pulling his leg.
“Y/n you could literally get any dude you wanted, you’re freaking adorable” He sounded stunned that you would think such a thing. You rolled your eyes you didn’t need your best friend’s older brother blowing smoke up your rear.
“Adorable girls don’t get the guy Kai-Kai, hot girls get the guy” you rolled your eyes elbowing him gently. You didn’t know it but you were the only person in the world allowed to call him Kai-Kai. He pulled into your driveway still looking at you like you had grown three heads.
“You’re not serious y/n” Kai asked incredulously running a hand through his wet brown curls.
“Kai-Kai you don’t have to be nice to me just because I’m your sisters best friend” you rolled your eyes, moving to get out of Kai’s car.
“Give me your pinky” his voice sounded strange. Still you flashed him a goofy smile holding out a painted pinky. He linked his pinky with your own his was much larger and warmer.
“You know how a pinky swear works right?” He asked and you nodded still confused on where he was going with this.
“Yeah you can’t break a pinky swear” you replied.
“Well I pinky promise to tell you the brutally honest truth no sugar coating” he declared.
“Okay” you replied still a bit confused.
“Y/n I have wanted you from the moment you opened your mouth and that perfect giggle floated out. You ate everything I’m not. You’re a happy go lucky girl and I’m just some internet troll that enjoys getting a rise outta people,
“You’re way to good for me and I would never even bother to think that you would ever be interested in me. But you gotta stop this self deprecating bullshit. You are the most beautiful human I know inside and out” he ranted and you could only stare at him in shock, floored by his revelation.
“You like me?” You questioned your voice soft and squeaky.
“Hell yeah! How could anyone not like you y/n?” He too sounded surprised.
You unlatched your pinkies trying not to overthink what you were going to do next. You stared into Kai’s piercing brown eyes gathering your non existent courage. You leaned forward pushing forward with your hands on his console. Your lips connected in a searing kiss his lips scorched your own as he kissed you back with a fierceness, his hand burying itself in the back of your hair.
Sorry this took so long I was exhausted and time got away from me ❤️❤️❤️. Much love and thanks for reading.
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SWANFIRE APPRECIATION WEEK 2021 (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･✧ﾟﾟ
🦢🔥 Day Six: Actors AU or Social Media AU // “I haven't ever really found a place that I call home, I never stick around quite long enough to make it”
Emma Swan and Neal Cassidy have one of the most sweetest relationships in Hollywood. The kind that actually make you believe in true love. They even share the same birth year and might even seem fated for each other, having crossed paths in the past more than once even before The Thief Who Stole My Heart. The pair constantly made headlines for all the right reasons, given that they’re not only insanely talented, but also incredibly smitten with one another.
Here’s everything you need to know about the adorable pair!
Eleven years ago, Emma made a cameo in Neal Cassidy’s hit show, Neverland. She appeared in the last episode. However, they did not meet on set.
They finally met in 2008 on The Ellen DeGeneres Show where both were promoting their own shows. Neal explained what ran through his mind when they first met. “I met her and I was so nervous. I was like “Oh god, I think I’m going to fall in love with her”.
In 2009, both attended the Golden Globes Awards, where they sat next to each other and were both awarded on their own category, they even shared a few moments on stage, the pair walking together felt like a foreshadowing of flames to come. Years later Emma said that her reaction wasn’t all that different “At some point we were alone at the backstage and that was it. He just stood there and made me laugh. I kind of knew right away”.
Neal Cassidy and Emma Swan were confirmed to star in the movie, Once Upon a Time in 2011, the first time they would officially work together! The reports also revealed that Neal decided to work on the film because Emma was going to do it! Once Upon a Time became known for Emma and Neal’s on-screen chemistry despite the plot calling for them to relate to each other through a monitor. Fans wished for a project that would allow them to film more scenes together in real life.
The movie premiered in September 2012 with a good reception. The movie surpassed all expectations and the couple shared on social media their celebrations. Dating rumors began soon after Once Upon a Time as the couple spent a lot of time together at promotional events. Around this time, Emma posted a lot of photos with her co-star on Instagram.
In March 2013 (Neal’s birthday month) an online post about the couple surfaced claiming that Emma and Neal had been seen traveling together in New York, and even dinned together with Emma’s parents. A photo of the couple grocery shopping together also circulated online. However, the rumors were denied, with claims that it was mere coincidence for the two to be in the same place, that both were just really good friends.
A few months later they showed up for the first time in public after the rumors. When they were chosen to be ambassadors of the same brand!
In 2014, fans rejoiced as Neal and Emma were confirmed for a new project together: The Thief Who Stole My Heart. The series premiered worldwide in December 2015 and instantly became a massive hit. The couple’s romantic plot line stirred dating rumors again. The show’s finale with Emma and Neal looking like a happily married couple, was too good for viewers not to wish it was true.
Following the release of The Thief Who Stole My Heart, both won Best Lead Actor and Actress in a Drama/Comedy Series at the Emmy Awards. Ss the show kept winning all sort of awards. On New Year’s Day of 2017 a popular magazine claimed that Neal and Emma have been dating for about eight months. The couple confirmed the news with a sweet post on their social media’s accounts.
Emma Swan and Neal Cassidy were engaged less than a year after they confirmed their relationship, with Neal proposing in Tallahassee. “She did cry after I cried and we cried and everyone around us was crying” Neal told Access Hollywood of the exact moment he proposed to her “at the end of the day, she said yes, which is great. It’s a big part of the whole thing”
In 2018, Neal and Emma tied the knot in a very private ceremony on the beach.
Nearly three years into her marriage with Neal, Emma opened up about their relationship on the cover of Elle “Meeting Neal really changed my life, when I feel his support, I feel invincible. There’s someone behind you on your good days and in front of you on your bad days”.
The pair became parents on August 2020, welcoming their son Henry into the world. Neal choose Twitter to excitedly share the news.
The couple appeared again after two years to attend the SAG awards, where both were nominated for their respective project. That night was important since Emma was nominated for the first time as a Director.
Last year Neal confirmed that he and Emma would be working together again. On a project that he wrote and Swan will direct. Unsurprisingly, the internet went wild for it. We can’t wait to watch their new movie.
#sfweek2021#sfweek2021day6#I spend the whole month planing this well just 3 days i hope you enjoy it i have so much fun#my best work so far you will win extra points if you can guess which real couple were inspired by#as my sons said please give a lot of love to it#can't wait for your reviews#swanfire#swanthife#it would be a lie if i tell you that i have this AU on my mind since forever
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Maribat by @ozmav
Warnings: aggression and language
Almost 3K.
All Marinette could see was red, purple and yellow against pale skin.
It was mostly red, the edges already becoming purple and around a sick yellow.
She could blink, look away, try to think of something else, but the image was glued to her eyes.
The anger burning under the skin, the blood running hot in her veins, heart beating angrily against her ribs. She could feel the metallic taste of the cut that her teeth opened on her lip.
Marinette had never felt more hatred for anyone than she did at that moment.
She wanted to jump the jugular and pull out the trachea with her teeth.
The urge to kill.
"... you better get away from her." Damian growled. His face contorted with disgust.
“Who do you think you are to intrude on a family affair?!” Audrey Bourgeois stood, arrogant and pompous, glancing disdainfully at the Pack.
Chloe by her side, her eyes puffy, hair down shadowing her face and lips trembling from holding back the crying. The handprint on the pale cheek was obvious and clearly visible despite the hair to cover.
She didn't dare look at her friends. At the pack. The humiliation was a heavy feeling, seeming worse every moment she heard the shutter sound of a phone camera toward her.
Dupont would have something to talk about for weeks now.
"... who does he think he is?!" Kagami says. She was the only one who seemed coolly calm. "Who YOU think you are." There were more than sharp words coming out. There were canines becoming sharper by the moment and a lack of control going on.
Audrey seems offended by the girl’s words.
"Lower your tone, young lady." She replies. Her tone was threatening. “Do you know who you are talking to? I'm Audrey Bourgeois, one of the greatest designers of the world. Wife of the mayor of Paris. And I can end your family's life in two seconds.”
Adrien smiles mockingly at the woman's words. "I'd love to see that happen... Auntie."
The woman chokes offended at the nickname, but doesn't seem surprised by the boy's behavior.
She raises her eyebrow.
"When Gabriel told me that you were in your rebel phase and that you were taking Chloe the wrong way, I really didn't believe it." She says. "But I see this time he has some reason to warn me."
The Pack grunts at the man's name.
"I knew that piece of trash wouldn't be quiet." Max mutters venomously.
"It's time we put an end to this old man." Kim mumbles back.
Audrey seemed to tire of all the little show they were giving Dupont's students and grabbed Chloe's arm, trying to pull the girl into the limo parked on the sidewalk.
“Come on Chloe, you have to pack your bags. We leave for New York today.” She turns, ignoring the Pack.
Something pops in Marinette, because all she can do is slap Audrey's hand away from Chloe and put herself between them. She probably looked like a wild animal right now.
The stylist shrugs her arm, holding her injured hand. Red face in indignation.
"Don't touch her." Marinette says. "Or I'll be forced to do something you won't like."
“Oh? What are you going to do? Tell your parents? You're nobody, little girl.” Audrey laughs sarcastically. “Chloe, let's go. Now."
"Nette, please, I don't want you to get in trouble." Chloe whispers, the pain was clear in the words.
The sound that comes from Marinette's chest is animalistic. The sound made the Pack shudder with the force and the dark feeling dripping into it.
Marinette would not let Chloe be taken. Not by Audrey, at least.
She doesn't look away from the adult Bourgeois before firing commands at the Pack.
"Damian, call Richard." The boy is quick to pick up the phone. “Adrien, call Clark and Lois. Let them know they can release that story in the newspaper.” The blonde doesn't even blink at the command. “Kim, Max and Luka, take Chloe to my house and don't let her out of sight.” Max and Kim surround Chloe and she gets carried away.
"Are you sure you want me to go, Mari?" Luka asks quietly, hesitating to leave. He knew that Damian and Adrien were not good at being Marinette's conscience in difficult situations. "I can stay and Adrien go with Chloe."
Marinette waves denying it. She looks at him just fast enough to calm him down before turning her attention back to Audrey.
“Kagami will stay with me and can keep me from doing something extreme.” Responds. "Chloe will need you more now."
“Alright, bu-”
"I'll call if I need support." Kagami is quick to answer him.
Luka hesitates for two more seconds before running after the other three who were waiting in the car with Auguste (aka Gorilla).
When only Damian, Marinette, Adrien and Kagami were left with Audrey (besides the audience watching), Marinette calmed down. The heated air was suddenly getting cold.
She was ready to attack.
“Do you really think hiding Chloe from me is going to work? I am her mother! The first lady! I run this town!” Audrey starts to scream. "Nothing you do will stop me from taking my daughter away from this... filthy relationship going on here."
Kagami steps forward wanting to attack the woman, but Adrien holds her hand and she stops, coming back to herself.
Damian had hung up the phone signaling an "OK" with his fingers.
"How about you shut up?" He says. “Keep talking will only make your situation worse.”
“Make my situation worse? What the hell are you talking about?!”
"He's talking about you getting arrested." Marinette replies without emotion. "Assault on a minor, threats, conspiracy with another adult to kidnap a child... There is a long list of your crimes."
Audrey looks attacked by Marinette's words, but also snorts in confusion.
“Conspiracy to kidnap a child?!” She grits her teeth. “Look at me and tell me if I look like someone who kidnaps someone! She is my daughter and I have the right to take her wherever I want when I want.”
Adrien laughs cynically at the woman.
"Not. You don't have.” He says. "Do you remember signing a document giving Chloe full custody to the mayor after signing the divorce a few months ago?"
"How-"
“Yeah, we know you are no longer the mayor's wife and you have no right to do what you did. If you left the country with Chloe without André's written permission, it would become a kidnapping.” Kagami cuts her off.
“She's my daughter!” Audrey stomps her foot.
"No, she is not. You gave up that right and now you hit her.” Damian growls. "You're lucky that murder is against the law, because otherwise..." He whispers deadly, but she can hear.
Audrey turns pale at the boy's words. Seeming to notice for the first time that the four teenagers had equal expressions of hate.
She opened her mouth to say something more, but the sound of police car sirens interrupted her and soon Dick was getting out of the car with Roger.
"Good afternoon." The Parisian cop politely greets, Dick nods without saying anything. “We received a complaint of public disorder and aggression against a minor.”
Audrey, knowing she would be in trouble, tries to get out of the situation by playing the victim.
"Officers, please, those brats went crazy and kidnapped my daughter!" There was a fake tear running down her cheek.
"What?!" Damian complains indignantly. "This crazy woman who was trying to kidnap one of us!"
Roger seemed frankly unsure of what to do, while Dick was watching the scene analytically. He was probably choosing the best way to end Audrey Bourgeois in front of everyone.
"What? No! You who kidnapped my Chloe and assaulted me!” She pointed her finger theatrically. “They threatened me, officer! Me! The first lady!”
"Madam, please." Roger takes Audrey by the shoulders and the woman makes an expression of disgust at the gesture. “Let's calm down. This confusion is attracting a much bigger audience than before.”
Only then does Audrey seem to notice that not only did Dupont's students watch (and film), but pedestrians passing by stopped to watch the confusion.
A TVi car getting closer and closer to guarantee the gossip of the day.
"Great! So, everyone learns about the sordid behavior that this school promotes towards students and how it corrupted my daughter!”
“Audrey Bourgeois-“ Marinette takes a step forward, looking at the woman and shaking her head. "Sorry! I meant Audrey Bisset.” She winks conspiratorially with the stylist's offended expression. "Here are your options."
She holds up a finger to signal "1" and begins, a soft voice.
"The first option is for you to leave now, without making another scene and we will not report you to these kind officers here."
The middle finger raises following the index finger. The "2".
"The second is that you continue and we are obliged to report you."
The ring finger raises to "3".
"Or I can just release very intimate files of yours on the internet and in the press, if you insist." Marinette lowers her arm and crosses the two behind her back, in a timid gesture. “Look, I knew you had some skeletons in the closet, but wow! What we found is enough to buy the entire IKEA and there is still no closet to store the bones.”
Roger, despite not appearing to like what Marinette was talking about, was curious about what she knew.
He was never a fan of Audrey Bourgeois for the way the woman treated her husband and daughter. Roger hated it every time Sabrina came home crying because Chloe had been particularly mean to her due to Audrey's influence.
The woman forced herself to be as unpleasant as possible and did not seem to have a drop of love in her heart.
Just greed and status.
“What.” Audrey babbles.
"Evan Halle." Kagami throws the name in the air, relaxed.
Audrey gets two shades paler. "How do you-"
"Laurence Green." Adrien continues.
The woman's skin changes to a greenish tone.
"Alright! I'm leaving!" She screams. "But you have to promise that the press will not know those names!"
"Deal!" Marinette waves happily. A sweet, very sweet smile, on the lips.
Audrey puts the sunglasses back on her face, composing herself. She pretends not to notice the press filming everything live for viewers at home and turns to get into the limo.
"Odette Han." Dick finally speaks and with that Audrey seems ready to run at any moment. “This is part of some of the names listed in the files. You will have to accompany us to the police station.”
He steps in front of her, preventing Audrey from trying to escape. Roger followed his movement and took the stylist by the arm.
“It will be good if you collaborate with us. Otherwise, we will be forced to handcuff you in front of everyone.” He says when Audrey tries to break free.
She looks at Marinette, anger in her expression and her eyes are wet with humiliation.
"You said you wouldn't let anyone know!" She rages at Marinette, losing her composure for the first time.
She struggles in Roger's grip, wanting to move forward on Marinette, but the man has an iron grip on the woman's arm and she stops.
Damian smirks. A dangerous look.
"She said she wouldn't release it in the press or on the internet." He answers. "And I believe that she is fulfilling the agreement, since the police are not part of the press."
Dick takes the opportunity to put the handcuffs on Audrey's wrists. “And she won't be the one to tell the press. It will be me.”
When Audrey starts struggling again trying to break free, Roger drags her into the police car. Leaving Dick with the teenagers.
“Thank you so much for your help, Richard. She wouldn't give up on Chloe if you hadn't arrived.” Marinette sighs a smile.
Dick raises an eyebrow, seeming not at all convinced by the false sincerity in the girl's words. He knew she could be quite manipulative when needed.
"You're welcome." He answers. “We were lucky to have obtained these files before she arrived in Paris. Chloe will be safe now.”
Kagami snorts. "What are you talking about? Chloe was always safe. Audrey only touched her because that was the plan.”
"Yes! And everything came out the way we planned!” Adrien claps the hands, a huge smile on his face.
"The slap was much stronger than imagined, but it gave the effect we wanted." Damian nods sharply. "The anger I felt when I saw the mark was genuine."
Dick's eyes widen in surprise.
"Wait, did you know this was going to happen?"
“Duh. Of course." Marinette replies. “Appearing at school all together and happy. We knew there would be gossip, especially nasty gossip from our class.” She rolls her eyes. "So, we took advantage of that knowing that Lila wouldn't be quiet and we let her get closer to Gabriel."
“But how were you sure he was going to talk to Audrey? I thought they didn't get along.”
"Because Gabriel likes to be in control." Kagami speaks. “He doesn't like to be told. Especially if the people giving the order are children.”
“My father wants to isolate me. If I lose all my friends, he will be able to regain control over me as before.”
"So, Gabriel, thinking that Audrey would take Chloe away from us, warns the woman about an "orgy" involving only daughter she has and she comes running to save her." Damian continues.
“But you didn't need evidence of the crimes she committed to get her away from Chloe. She had no right, so she would be arrested even if you didn't do anything.” Dick crosses his arms. "So why all this staging?"
Marinette smiles, a dark mood shining in the blueberry eyes.
"Because that way we send a message to everyone, especially Gabriel."
"And what message would that be?" Dick questions.
"Never mess with the Pack."
The “otherwise” was left unsaid, but the meaning was clear.
EXTRA 1:
"I didn't know you could be such a good actress, Apis." Kim praises Chloe, eyes glued to the news channel.
The girl snorts. "I am good at everything."
Max jumps on the couch, turning up the sound of the TV when a footage (probably from a cell phone, if judged by the image quality), particularly good of Chloe's marked face, appeared on the screen.
"Fuck." He swears in wonder. "It looks a lot worse on TV."
Luka sits next to the three and places the ice pack gently on Chloe's face, who moans gratefully.
That hurt like hell.
"I didn't think Audrey would be that strong." Luka comments. "Your face will be swollen for a few days, Apis."
"All for the greater good." She sighs.
They would have no more to worry about for a while.
EXTRA 2:
"What the hell was this all about?" Ivan grumbles.
“Why was Chloe's mother arrested? Anybody know?" Rose asks.
Alix swallows a sigh when she sees Nadja Chamack announce that Audrey Bisset has been arrested for promoting slave labor in her clothing line, bribery and blackmail.
"Guys, come see this!" She calls.
They were all gathered on Juleka's boat (thinking that Chloe had gone there with Luka) wanting to know what it was all about in front of the school.
"Damn it. The mayor's wife is hardcore." Nino whistles in surprise.
"It looks like they're not together anymore." Alya says. Eyes glued to the cell phone. “The mayor filed for divorce five months ago and took custody of Chloe. It looked like she wanted to take Chloe to New York without his permission and then the police were called.”
"But how did he know that?" Nathaniel asks. "That she was trying to get Chloe out of Paris?"
"Hm... It says here that 'friends concerned about the physical and emotional integrity of the mayor's daughter, called the police and made the report'." Juleka reads aloud.
"They?" Sabrina asks.
"They." Alya waves.
Lila couldn't help thinking that Marinette's group was unpleasantly scary. They didn't seem to take any effort to break down the obstacles on the way.
She feared for when her time came.
Because she was not stupid.
Her time was coming.
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JACOBIN FICTION CONVENTION MEETING 2: The Black Book (1949)
1. Introduction
Welp, here it is, Citizens.
Welcome to the second meeting of the Jacobin Fiction Convention. Please, enjoy some snacks and drinks and get comfortable because we’re in for a pretty wild ride.
The review of “The Black Book” is finally here. Initially released under the title “Reign of Terror” in 1949, it acquired its second (and more famous in our community) title during its rereleases, as far as my research could tell me.
Now, before we proceed, allow me to give you some background info on the way I found this movie.
I have seen @frevandrest ‘s posts referring to it. A few other people too, but I simply don’t remember the usernames. Still, I immediately got the impression that it’s a rather infamous movie in our community so I decided to review it simply out of morbid curiosity, just to see what the fuss was about.
I found the entire thing on YouTube so it’s available for anyone curious or masochistic enough to check it out.
Let’s just say that I dropped the movie several times and the reasons for this awful impression are going to be listed below.
2. The Story
The story reeks of propaganda, which is to be expected.
Basically, The Evil Misogynistic Gay Pigeon Boi Not Yet Dictator ™️ Robespierre wants to become, well, the dictator of France.
Problem is, apparently only Barras can appoint him as the dictator and that guy is in hiding, refusing to comply. And to make things worse, the titular book, Robespierre’s personal death list of sorts, has vanished.
Robespierre believes that he cannot control the Convention without the book and summons Duval, the butcher prosecutor from Strasbourg, to locate the death list in 24 hours. Unbeknownst to him, Duval gets replaced by one Charles D’Aubigny, who is eager to stop Robespierre...
Yes, Citizens, they attempted to make a thriller/detective story of sorts, which isn’t a bad idea. If my prompts are any indication, there’s a lot of genres that fit the setting of the French Revolution. In fact, I would love to read a good detective story set in this era.
The keyword here is ‘good’ though, and, unfortunately, this movie simply didn’t cut it for me as a detective story.
(Spoilers ahead!)
In all honesty, it’s actually quite predictable in its execution. Personally, I predicted rather quickly that the book wasn’t actually stolen and it was a distraction move.
The complete lack of logic in the actions of this Robespierre and the ridiculous levels of seriousness also were really painful to watch and kept breaking any potential immersion on my part.
For instance, Robespierre’s method of controlling the Convention is not telling who is and who is not on the list.
Now, in Real Life ™️, this hardly stopped the Thermidorians but apparently that’s not the case in the movie! Nobody even tries to speak up against him or, you know, quietly assassinate him to prevent him from getting all the power, which is hardly realistic if you ask me.
I also feel like this plot line of Charles and Madelon (the female lead) being these bitter exes is boring and really done to death. It’s actually one of my least favorite tropes and I would rather prefer them to simply have a professional relationship (because yes, men and women can have platonic relationships), like old acquaintances who went on a spying mission that one time or something similar.
This romantic subplot was really shoehorned into the story in my opinion and I do believe that it would’ve been more tolerable with only the main plot left in the final script, but oh well.
3. The Characters
Once again, boring is the best adjective I can come up with. Fouché felt less out of character than the others though, which is not a good sign.
Madelon is the femme fatale mixed with damsel in distress and Charles is the stereotypical single detective character. That’s about it. They’re both just walking clichés.
Anyway, since the OCs are kind of archetypical and blander than oatmeal without milk, let’s discuss the historical figures.
Robespierre is once again stereotypical, but I find it funny that his HQ are connected to a bakery and his scene with pigeons near the beginning is surprisingly accurate in the sense of the “he likes pigeons” tidbit. I don’t know if the creators did any research on this but it’s a nice detail nonetheless.
And now let’s talk about Saint-Just in this mess. He is ridiculously and cartoonishly evil, kicks kittens to prove it, giggles and grins like me when I write something funny in my chapters and is incredibly dumb. Also, he sounds and acts like he belongs in a Western, not in this kind of movie.
Fouché is...well, Fouché, believe it or not. Opportunistic, cruel, a backstabber and he turns on Robespierre so he is not as out of character as the others. He also makes a face similar to an owl or that “You don’t say” meme. His almost friendly banter with Charles is pretty entertaining though, I’ll give him that.
4. The Setting
The authors didn’t do their homework here properly. I’m not an expert but most outfits don’t fit that epoch and a lot of names are butchered when they’re pronounced. Danton and Marie-Antoinette in particular suffer from that, but so does SJ.
I know that the Internet was not a thing yet but it baffles me that apparently the creators couldn’t bother to consult native French speakers? Dig up information about the time period in archives? Look at portraits? Read books? You know, the usual parts of ❇️ research ❇️. Apparently, they couldn’t and it really shows.
The backgrounds are better in this department, but nothing particularly impressive here either.
5. The Acting
A+ for effort I guess. Look, guys, people trash actors a lot but I think that here they tried their best with what they had so props for that. The over-the-top acting and the extensive seriousness even made this boredom fest kind of funny to watch at times so I’m going to give it credit where credit is due.
6. The Conclusion
All in all, a pretty bad and boring movie filled with propaganda, clichés, flat characters but also occasional unintentionally funny and cartoonish moments sprinkled in.
If you’re into bad movies, I won’t stop you from watching it but I highly recommend you to do something else with your free time if you’re looking for an actually good movie.
This concludes today’s meeting of the Jacobin Fiction Convention. Stay tuned for updates, Citizens, and stay safe!
Love,
- Citizen Green Pixel
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Chapter three - THAT MOTHER FUCKER TRIED TO GRAB US!
Summary: Popular punk band, Skull crusher, had to find a new drummer due to the sudden disappearance of the last one. As band manager and lead singer, Semi Eita’s girlfriend, Y/l/n Y/n brings Kyotani, a rising internet drummer they found online into the picture. Everything was great at first, then Kuroo, the lead guitarist, started getting creepy messages and presents. Y/n is determined to find out who is trying to sabotage the band when things only take a turn for the absolute worst. Who could be the mysterious stalker really be? Is it their new band mate? Or could it be a close friend of one of the members?
TW: Swearing, barking, name calling, drinking, drunk mentions, mentions of used sex toys, stalking, breaking and entering, underwear mentions, threats
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Word count; 1.5k
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Third person Pov
Y/n ran into the side door as she showed her pass. She ran straight to the backstage area as she climbed up the stairs.
“KYOTANI KENTARO!” She yelled as she spotted him. She began to charge at him as Matsukawa reached out and wrapped his arms around her, slamming Y/n into his chest.
“Woah calm down there Demon.” He said with a laugh.
“WHY IN THE GREAT HELL ARE YOU BARKING AT OUR FANS YOU MOTHER FUCKER!” She yelled as she swung her arms at him.
Semi and Yukie arrived in the hall just to see this as they climbed up on the stage.
“THAT MOTHER FUCKER TRIED TO GRAB US!” He said.
“KYOTANI YOU CAN’T JUST BARK AT PEOPLE YOU FUCK!”
“If I apologize during the concert will you forgive me?” He asked annoyed.
“Yes.” She said as she crossed her arms over her chest.
“Fine, I will fucking apoligise then.” Y/n looked at Semi as he gave her his signature Don’t say it look. She turned back to Kyotani as Matsukawa released her.
“Good doggy.” She said as she walked over to Yukie. Kyotani could be heard lowley growling at her.
“Can we all just do a sound check now that I am here?” Semi asked.
“Can we please?” Akaashi sighed as he picked up his electric Guitar.
Y/n walked back and made sure everything was set up and perfect with the stage crew.
“Who are you?” She stopped one girl as she walked by her.
“Oh sorry I am a new stagehand. My name is Nametsu Mai.” She smiled up at y/n.
“Nice to meet you. I am the band’s manager.” Y/n said as she began to walk away.
“Do you know all the stage crew by name?” Yukie asked.
“Yes. I don’t trust anyone that’s not on our team you know? Shit can get pretty fucked with fans sometimes. I will have to ask Konoha about her.”
Yukie followed Y/n close behind before Y/n dismissed her to take pictures. Y/n made sure everything was ready to go behind as Yukie did her thing. After she was finished, Y/n sat down in the front row seats holding a microphone.
“Okay bitches, what are we eating tonight?” She asked into the mic.
“Can we get some motherfucking sushi in the club?” Matsukawa asked.
Y/n gave him a thumbs up as did the rest of the band as she and Yukie sent in a huge order for a pre show snack. Everything arrived quickly. They all sat down to eat as Yukie whispered to you.
“Can you give gifts to the guys?”
“Yeah we have a fan box by the door I will check over after we head back to Mine and Eita’s after the show.” Yukie smiled at her words. After they cleaned up the food mess Yukie ran over and tossed the letter in a box.
Kiyoko texted the group chat letting yukie and Y/n know they had arrived. You walked to the main door as you let them in.
“We have to get upstairs quickly. It’s already 7:45 so they will be letting everyone in at 8pm.” Y/n said as she rushed them up the stairs near the entrance.
“Hello Mrs. y/l/n.” said one of the security guards. Y/n turned to him.
“Oh shit, what’s up Ukai!”
“Sorry about earlier. I wasn’t scheduled till 7pm so the guy running the show now is a complete idiot.” He said.
“It’s already man, You are protecting the upstairs?”
“For now down here, till the show starts. I am heading up to the front of the stage after.”
“If you see the new stagehand do anything weird, shoot me a text please.”
“Is she acting weird?” He asked, concerned in his voice.
“Yeah I don’t like how she was watching the band. Remember what happened with the last newbie 2 years ago? I don’t trust anyone I haven’t known for a long time.”
“Me either. Well enjoy the show Y/l/n.” He said as he moved for them to go up. She smiled at him.
“How come you are sitting with us?” Yachi asked.
“Eita told me to enjoy myself tonight, drink a few before the after party we always have.”
“Awww he’s so sweet to you!!” Yachi said.
The four girls headed to the bar as they ordered their first round of drinks for the night.
“Let’s take some pics with us and the drinks now for twitter.” Yukie spoke up.
“That’s a good idea.” Kiyoko said smiling.
The concert was in full swing now, it was about the middle of the show as Semi stopped playing for a second.
“HEY GUYS WE GOT A COUPLE ANNOUNCEMENTS TO MAKE BEFORE THE REST OF THE SHOW!” He shouted into the mic. The crowd quieted down to hear them speak.
“First, let’s hear it for ourt new sick ass mother fucking drummer!” The audience went nuts as Kyotani stepped up to the mic.
“What’s up.” He said. Soon a few pairs of underwear and bras could be seen flying up on the stage. “Sorry for barking at you mother fuckers outside.” Y/n turned to her friends.
“This guy is already giving me stress with his fucking actual barks.” She said. They laughed and turned back to see the rest of the announcements. Semi took back the microphone.
“Next, we have another concert here in two days from now cause we sold the fuck out!! Tickets will be sold starting now in the back and on our website!” The fans began to cheer again super loud.
“And lastly, but certainly not least. Y/n! Where are you Babe?” He asked into the microphone. He looked till he saw her wave at him. “Ah there you are! I have a question for you.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. Y/n’s friends began to freak out. “These last five years have been fucking amazing babe. Will you marry me?” The crowd began to go wild.
Y/n cupped her hands around her mouth, she already was not sober, but not quite drunk.
“FUCK YEAH SEMI EITA I’LL MARRY YOU I LOVE YOU MOTHER FUCKER WOAHHH”
The crowd had some laughs and chearring go on as the band went back to the show.
Before they knew it the show was over and the girls were all headed backstage to go to the “after party” at Y/n and Semi’s house. Y/n ran as soon as she saw Semi. She tackled him in a huge hug as he began to laugh.
“HOLY SHIT I LOVE YOU EITA!” She yelled kissing his face multiple times.
“I love you too Y/n. Now come on let’s go back to the house.”
The box was collected from the front of the room as it was moved to the band's van. Semi and the four girls climbed into his car, all intoxicated at this point.
When they pulled up to the house everyone piled out of both cars. Matsukawa grabbed the fan box and carried it inside. They all opened a bottle of something as y/n sat down on the couch with the box in front of her.
“Alright, let’s see what we got tonight guys.” She reached in and pulled out a semi large box. She opened it with clear caution. “Oh, Matsukawa you got another dildo.”
“Ooo what color is this one?”
“Pink and oH GOSH IT'S USED.” She tossed the box onto the table. “Moving on,” She dug through the box for quite some time until she got down to the letters. She pulled one out with a pink envelope. It smelled like Yukie’s perfume when she opened it. She glanced over to Yukie but she was too busy staring down Kuroo at the time to notice.
“Alright let’s see what this one says.” She began to read the letter to herself as her eyes grew large.
“What’s wrong Y/n?” Semi spoke up. The room grew quiet. Everyone was now looking towards Y/n.
“Well, Kuroo I think you may have a creepy fan. And you may want to move.”
“What why?” He asked as he walked over to her. She passed him pictures of his bedroom floor and his underpants laying around. “What the fuck?? This is my apartment??”
“It says here that they have been inside a few times and uh here.” She passed him the last picture which was him sleeping through the window in nothing but his boxers.
“Holy fuck. Let me read this.” He said.
“Are you sure?” She asked. He shook his head as he took it. She watched his face grow more disturbed.
“Holy shit. Can I stay here for a few nights?” He asked Semi as he agreed now reading the letter.
It was the last line that stuck out the most to them all;
Don’t try to run from me either or you will regret it, just like Daichi.
Love,
Your Secret Admirer.
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